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DaveFarts - Episode 32 “A Worthy Opponent” [Episode List] Dave is back at the warehouse and filming another short “fart porn” clip for Greg. As he keeps blasting Tom, his co-worker and fart sniffer, a masked man steps into the set…

Greatly influenced by this suggestion.

Reminder: Tom was introduced in Episode 14.

POV: Dave

Alright, just like I did last time, it’s all good.

Getting paid to fart in someone’s face? Easiest money I’ll ever make in my life.

My friend Greg, the wannabe movie director, wanted me for another fart porn film.

Yes, that’s an actual thing, this is my life now… a small part of it at least.

You know me, I’m a chill dude, though before accepting such task some months ago I wanted to make sure there were some lines that we shouldn’t cross. To be honest, however, the more I worked with Greg, the more I got used to all of this gross kinky stuff.

I mean, that sounds hypocrite, I’m aware: I’m an incredibly skilled straight farter who continuously face-farts his friend and roommate, fully knowing the he has a fart fetish, and even before that I’ve always been a proud farter, and rightfully so.

Also, I spend too much time on the Internet, so I’m well-versed in gross stuff.

With Tim, however, it’s different.

Here there are cameras, people telling me how I need to fart (seriously!), people I barely know but, truth to be told, who gives a shit? It’s just business, a business that revolves about farting, so you could say that my ass shits gold, almost literally.

Plus, I already got a Tim in my fart-victim collection: a Tom always sounded like the next logical step, the next Infinity Sniffer. You can starting calling me Thanus at this point.

So here I am, back at the warehouse, in this fake living room, wearing a pair of shabby grey sweatpants, cautiously sitting on Tom’s face.

Tom, my co-worker and professional fart sniffer.

He was lying on this couch in the middle of the set, face up, his nose perfectly aligned with my asscheeks already.

He didn’t say a word or move a muscle: this guy is a pro for real. I still don’t know if he actually has a fart kink or not. What I do know is that I did blast him even when we weren’t working once.

What can I say? My farts are too good to be wasted!

As of now, I sat on him and adjusted my position, spreading my legs wide, to ease the next fart out and, according to the script, “to showoff my manly bulge”. Thanks, I guess?

I lean just a bit and I effortlessly rip the first fart of the session, a natural blast I’ve been brewing for a couple of minutes. The warm gas passed through the fabric of my sweatpants and soon Tom’s face was imbued with my poisonous flatulence.

“Fuck yeah.” I said, as the loud blast kept going. “Don’t choke on that you fag.”

Hey, I didn’t write the script!

I could feel and hear Tom taking deep whiffs of that fart. I wiggled my ass in response, an improv which he seemed to enjoy, both professionally and… kinkly?

This blast lasted around 6 seconds. A good one don’t get me wrong… but you know what I’m truly capable of…

I noticed Greg from behind the camera giving me a thumbs up, mouthing my next line.

“Alright you filthy slave, you better open up.”

Tom obeyed. I leaned once again and spread my legs even wider, my anus aligning with my co-worker’s mouth.

Another home-run, another loud fart, I didn’t even need to push that much. I’m ridiculously good at this, I swear. It feels stupid to brag about farting skills but trust me, as soon as I finish ripping one of my huge farts, my body is already brewing the next one. I got a quick reload.

Tom’s face was shaking and this time, for real, he almost choked on my gas, as I felt him move. And when even Tom, who’s usually stone-cold while working, flinches, I know I did a good job.

I saw Greg talking to his assistant: he seemed angry. In that moment, behind me, the fake door of the fake living room opened without warning. Was this an unscripted moment?

I stopped farting and turned around, kind of forgetting that I was sitting on Tom’s face.

Someone stepped into the set, another man, around my age, tall and skinny. I couldn’t see his face as he was wearing some kind of black ski mask. His clothes were as casual as mine (a red t-shirt and a pair of blue skinny jeans).

He didn’t look friendly, yet the moment he saw me, he kind of froze on the spot for a few moments.

Is Greg making a farter-slasher movie all of the sudden? Not that I’d complain! Sounds camp-y enough to me.

I gave an inquisitive look to my director-friend, who promptly stopped filming.

“C-cut!” he yelled. “Alright, we got our first farts.” he said, as he walked towards me. “N-now, make room for the other farter of this session.”

I gave him a puzzled look. “Other farter?”

“Duh!” Greg replied, as he pulled me out of the set, impatiently. “You thought you were the only person capable of ripping ass?”

Honestly, kind of?

I mean, I don’t think about farts 24/7, but I do know that I’m pretty good at it. Ask Tim.

“Are you replacing me?” I bluntly asked.

Not gonna have a fight over… farting, that’s for sure. And I’m not even mad, I was just taking those extra bucks for granted.

“Don’t be jealous.” he replied, as he let me sit next to him, next to the director himself, as if I was one of the crew.

I watched as this masked guy stepped on the couch and squatted over Tom’s head, just as the poor guy was getting used to fresh air again. I guess this is his lucky day, assuming that he does have the kink.

“Action!” I almost went deaf when Greg screamed that.

The masked guy was basically another master and he acted accordingly.

“Here you go, fag. Got something for you to taste…”

The fart that followed was very loud and echoed in the whole warehouse. On one hand, when I’m not the one torturing a poor soul with farts, yeah, it’s pretty gross. On the other, as a man, I gotta tip my imaginary hat to a fellow talented farter. The blast was nowhere as long as mine, but holy shit.

This other “master” was way more dominant than I was, way more natural I’d say.

“If you wanted a master, you could just ask…” I whispered into Greg's ear, sounding way more flirty than I intended to be, which almost made me laugh.

“You can’t be a master like him.” he firmly replied. “You’re too nice.”

Should I be offended? I really don’t know anything anymore at this point.

“Fire in the hole!” the masked master yelled, just as he ripped another loud fart down Tom’s throat.

I admit this guy’s voice sounded quite familiar, despite his best effort at trying to sound much deeper.

“Do we know this guy?” I asked Greg. The question almost startled him.

“Uhm. No idea.”

Ok, liar ahead. Clearly we know this guy then.

I will get to the bottom of this… after I put this masked guy to his place.

POV: Tom

Fuck.

Dave’s farts were already impressive, but this masked guy’s blasts are really hard to endure, really pushing the limits of my kink. Those farts sound utterly gross, almost wet, and they smell horribly. I like working with Dave because, among other things, his roaring ass is loud but when it comes to stench, I can easily inhale those.

This guy… I have no idea who he is, Greg refused to introduce us for some reason, but I decided to trust him: I think I made a mistake. The rough surface of his skinny jeans is almost scraping my face.

Another fart erupted right into my nostrils, renewing the already terrible stench. It smells like… spoiled milk? I don’t know, it’s nauseating, I feel like I’m drowning in a sewer. I’m always very calm and composed when I’m… working, but I wasn’t ready for this I admit it.

“You’re such a bitch, I knew you couldn’t handle it.” the man said, ripping another loud, short rip.

If this guy doesn’t get up soon, I’m probably gonna choke in my own puke.

“Alright, that’s enough, get the fuck out of here.”

I heard Dave say, walking towards us, and I was relieved.

The masked man got up, my eyes adjusting to the spotlight shining over the set. I took a deep breathe of (relatively) fresh air, but anything was better than that.

I managed to recognize Dave’s silhouette, towering over me.

“That was cute. Now let me show how a pro does it.”

Great. I’m basically the city you see in the background of kaijū movies while the monsters fight each other. You know the city, right? The city that usually gets completely leveled by the huge creatures?

I guess that’s my role for today.

Let’s get it over with.

As I said, Dave’s farts are huge but I’d take anything over that other guy’s gas.

I quickly took more deep breaths… before letting Dave sit on me again.

POV: Dave

“That was cute. Now let me show how a pro does it.”

I don’t know who this guy is, but if he really wants to do this, a fuckin’ fart challenge, then he’s gonna get blown away.

Well, not him, rather, my good pal right here on the couch.

“Alright…” I whispered to Tom. “Get ready bro. I’m gonna rip some huge ones and act like an asshole for a bit.”

I earned a puzzled look from him. “An asshole?” he paused for a moment. “But… you’re too nice.”

Oh great, now the sub tells me how lovey-dovey I am, perfect!

I stepped on the couch, not caring how my feet was crushing Tom’s chest, and squatted over his face, my fabric-clad anus tickling the tip of his nose. As I said, I’m always brewing a big one, and having a quick cheeseburger before coming here surely helped.

Once again, effortlessly, my ass started roaring, loud and unstoppable. As I kept pushing this one out, I maintained eye-contact with the mysterious masked challenger, who could only watch haplessly as I showed him what real talent looks like.

“Open wide, fag. This is far from over.”

Tom took it like a champ, inhaling deeply for the camera -I don’t even know if we started filming again.

All I know is that my farting skills are a sight to behold… and to sniff, in Tom and Tim’s case at least.

Ahah… I’ll never understand this gross kink, but I gotta admit, if I had this fetish, and my best bro and roommate was, well, me, I’d probably be as thirsty as Tim is. So yeah, in a disgusting way… I get it.

And just like that, 12 seconds passed. Long, but not as long as my best ones, I can do even better than this… but I play fair so, after brushing my sweaty sweatpants ass on Tom’s face, I stood up and crossed my arms, eyes glued on my rival.

“Your move, beanpole.”

It’s ridiculous how seriously I’m taking all of this, but I can get quite competitive.

The masked master laughed and… lied on the floor. He held one leg up… that’s a position I’m quite familiar with. Surprisingly enough, he started sucking air in, right through his jeans. That’s a great talent I gotta say, I thought I was the only one who could fart on command so easily.

A worthy opponent, at long last!

After a few seconds, the man stood up, proud and tall and, just like I did earlier, treated Tom as if he was part of the couch, and sat on his face. His eyes glued on me, I could tell there was a smug mile making fun of me under that ski mask.

The fart that followed was quite impressive and loud, but still not as massive as the ones I’m able to produce. This guy was good, no doubts about it. I’m pretty sure Tim would fall in love with him (the thought of that made me visibly laugh, putting a dent in the menacing aura I was trying to convey).

You know what, fuck this. It’s not worth it.

But since I’m already here, and I’m able to rip huge farts both naturally and on command, I guess I could simply… well… join the fun, you might say.

I’m sure Tom will understand.

POV: Tom

The masked guy’s fart, despite being on command, was as foul as the one before. Dave’s blasts weren’t a cakewalk by any means, and they’re still much louder, deeper and stronger overall, but whatever this guy ate was doing numbers in his stomach. He was wearing a pair of skinny jeans but he could very well be naked for how much my nostrils were burning.

The stench of Dave’s previous farts mixed with the rotten eggs-flavored gas this guy’s anus was blowing in my face and, truly, I started to think that this was a big test that Greg set up just for me, for some insane reason. If I survive this, I’m gonna kick his ass.

After around 9 seconds, the flatulence’s loudness faded out, essentially turning into a classic silent-but-deadly.

The man raised his ass just a bit, to make sure I could breath a bit of fresh air before the next one.

I turned my head and I could see Dave approaching the couch again.

Okay, it’s the other kaijū’s turn I assume.

Funnily enough, this is actually good ne-

...

Wait.

Why isn’t the other guy stepping aside?

“If it’s a show you want, Greg, a show you’ll get.” Dave boasted.

The farter above me finally moved, but just a bit, his ass still covering half of my face, hovering over my mouth.

The reason he moved, however, wasn’t altruistic by any means: instead, he had to make room for Dave’s ass, which ended up being planted directly onto my eyes instead.

Just... just fuckin’ do it you gassy bastards.

“Hey fag, it’s your lucky day.” the masked guy said.

“Good thing you have two nostrils: one of each anus.” Dave said.

Whether they were improvising or not wasn’t important, because their asses certainly weren’t.

Dave’s ass started speaking first, erupting his deep warm gas into my eyes. Mere seconds later, the other ass started talking as well, its fart being more high pitched. The sounds mixed together like a symphony and after a few moments I couldn’t tell which anus was being louder, ‘cause they both were.

I became part of the couch as those two asses kept crushing me, farting loudly. My face couldn’t endure that barrage of farts any longer, as the farters kept cycling between either loud series of farts, or single long ones. The stench... I felt like they were taking a shit on me, I could taste that thick gas and even guess what they ate for lunch.

It was getting hot, too hot, and I started breathing more heavily, which only meant I got to ingest more of that poisonous gas.

And yet, my massive boner betrayed my disgust.

While my eardrums were getting crushed by those farts, I could still manage to recognize Dave’s fart being the loudest: the man found a worthy opponent, sure, but he still owns the crown, no doubts about it.

“And for the big finale…” I heard the King say.

Dave lowered his sweatpants, exposing his sweaty bare ass (the masked farter kept his jeans on instead), and ripped a short, yet very loud toot, drops of sweat being blown onto my face and teary eyes (for the smell).

The two remained there for a few seconds, finally in silence from both ends, letting me inhale those last particles of gas, even though I’m pretty sure my skin merged with their farts on sub-atomic level, then they finally got up and shared a high-five.

Much to my surprise, the two men then turned back to me and helped me sit down, and they both high-fived me as well.

I guess a fart master is nothing without someone willing to sniff it all.

I appreciate the respect.

The mutual respect.

POV: Dave

After taking a much-needed shower and putting my civilian clothes back on (my usual dark brown hoodie and a pair of loose jeans), I cleared things up with Greg.

He admitted he messed up things up with the schedule, and that indeed there was another “master” audition today, but he really enjoyed our improv and filmed everything, and thus the editors are pretty satisfied with what we managed to film today.

He also told me that, indeed, the mysterious farter is “a common friend” who didn’t want to be recognized.

No hard feelings with Tom either, obviously.

Now, time to tie up one last loose end.

I went outside, on the back of the warehouse, where I knew I could find my masked rival. He was checking his phone sitting on a shabby couch, an old prop that the crew moved here after they bought a new one for the set.

Basically, glorified comfy garbage.

“Hey, fire-in-the-hole-guy! I knew I’d find you here… that’s there they put the trash after all.” I said, with a smug smile.

The man shook his head and laughed. “Greg told you?” he asked.

I walked towards the couch and sat next to him, wrapping my right arm around his shoulder.

“You thought I woudn’t recognize your beautiful eyes, Adam?” I joked, acting all flirty (and hopefully annoying).

He punched my shoulder and took his mask off.

Indeed, it was Adam all along.

He laughed a bit more.

“I didn’t know you were working with Greg.” he said. “Finally, you can make money from the one thing you're good at!"

“Very good at.” I corrected him.

I was going to fart to prove my point, but Adam seemed worried about something.

“I kind of needed those extra bucks you know...”

“Why is everything gravitating towards farts lately…” I thought out loud.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Nothing, forget about it.” I quickly said. “Extra bucks you said?”

“Yeah, as gross as it sounds, I thought I could make some quick money out of… whatever Greg’s doing here.”

“Hey, not judging bro!” I reassured him. “I mean, I’ve been doing this for a couple of months.”

“Does Dana know?” he asked.

“Nah, I didn’t tell anyone. Not even Tim, he’d probably be jeal-“

I bit my tongue just in time, even though I didn’t really think he’d get jealous. I was just trying to make a joke I swear!

“Jealous?” my friend inquired. “Jealous of what?”

“…Uhh… jealous of my success, obviously!”

Adam didn’t seem too interested in the conversation anyway, luckily enough, so he didn’t find anything suspicious about my not-so-harmless joke about my roommate.

“That’s envy, not jealousy, you idiot.” he observed.

Never mind.

A few dozens of seconds of silence followed. Adam wasn’t exactly a talkative guy, and he does have a job and all, but if he needs extra bucks, maybe I could help.

“I’m sure we can arrange something with Greg.” I stated.

“Mh?”

“Yeah, you can fart on Tom on Tuesdays, while I can do it on Wednesdays.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

“I can’t believe we’re talking about this.” Adam admitted.

“Yeah.” I patted his shoulder. “From great farts, come great responsibility.”

We remained there, on that smelly (not because of us) couch, for a few more minutes, as if all that fart-talk was the most mundane thing in the world.

“Doing something tonight?” Adam asked.

“Dana and Tim are out of town, so probably nothing. You?”

“There’s a good pub a few blocks from here. Care for a beer?”

“Always.” I simply said, as we both stood up, and started marching towards our new destination.

“Easy bro.” Adam said. “I’m not gonna drag your drunk ass back home.”

“I can handle way more beer than you, pal!” I said.

“Yeah, in your dreams maybe.” he replied.

“Alright. Ready to lose against me for the second time today?” I threatened him.

“Lose?” he scoffed. “It was literally just far-“

I cut him off by ripping a huge, natural blast, staring at him with a smug grin. The fart easily echoed in the alley and I’m pretty sure they heard it downtown. It was short and sweet, you might say.

4 loud, proud seconds.

“I’m sorry.” I said. “You were saying?”

Adam laughed in response. “Fine, you won whatever that was back in the warehouse.” he admitted. “But I’m still not gonna drag your sorry drunk ass back home later.”

You know me, I’m a chill guy, but if you tease me, I can get very competitive.

I again wrapped my arm around his shoulder: “If it’s a show you want, Adam, a show you’ll get.”

Nah… maybe I’m too nice.

The End

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marymary-diva17 · 1 year ago

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Heartbreak (2)

Loak x mother reader + sully family and tonowair family

Dealing with heartbreak was something that has to be dealt with on, the one’s heart on their own time and pace. Heartbreak was something that everyone from humans and navi felt once in their life. How can someone deal with heartbreak and rejection at the same time, well they will learn to overcome said heartbreak and rejection on their own ways. Some of these people change and are recognized by their families, while this change sometimes shocks everyone around them. Maybe change is good for everyone and finding a new light will be good in the end.

Y/n “ good morning loak” you look at your son as he left his room early in the morning, it has been months since the whole heartbreak. Loak had obeyed everyone wishes and stayed away, he stayed away from his siblings and his parents. He even stood far away from tisreya and her brother, along with tonowari and ronal.He seem to be staying away form the humans and the rest of clan of forest and reef.

loak “ good morning mom”

y/n “ ready for a new day my son”

loak “ always mom”it had taken loak some time accept the heartbreak, but it seems like something changed in him. Over the weeks when he was coming to understand everything that was happening. He had spent this whole time at your home verse going back and forth, in the past. He started keeping away from everybody else for the first week, but he did try to speak with them and make amends and try to be a better friend and brother that didn’t work and lead to fight. Between him and Ao’nung and the some kids which result him getting yelled by ronal and the other mothers, saying that fight proved he was more right for tsireya and monster. Some of the older kids and younger kids were told to stay away from him, or would whisper about him. So loak when to you for comfort and the humans as well, even his grandmother was there as well.

y/n “ I’m happy you are doing well I was wondering where my adventures and dare devil boy had gone” loak had then after the fight decided to keep away from everyone, even when you told him he didn’t have to he thought it will be for the best. It seem to make him feel better as he was hanging out with you or moat learn form the both of you, and learning form the humans as well. He would always spend time with payakan and explore more the ocean, and everything else.

loak “ I’m sorry mama for changing like that I, know it was wrong for me to make all these changes”

y/n “ listen my son I’m proud of you finding, some happiness and explore more of your life always coming back home with stories to tell”

loak “ thanks mama” you smile at loak he did change, and it made you happy to see him and discovering himself. He even started wearing new clothes and different hair styles, that was like his old own but a bit different and some human touch as well.

y/n “ going off today”

lo'ak " yes there are some stuff grandmother with some of the elders and the humans, have asked me to gather for them that is pass the reef"

y/n " oh I see you are becoming a major helper around here"

lo'ak " well I do want to pull my weight around here mama, and I'm with payakan so I will be safe from ant danger"

y/n " well stay safe my baby boy"

lo'ak " yes mama is there anything I can get you"

y/n " well I need some shells, seaweed, and coral from beyond the reef but I can ..."

lo'ak " no mama let me get them for you it will be fine"

y/n " well if you are okay with that then thank you my son"

lo'ak " it seems like my task have drawn the attention of tonowari and Jake scouts, along with some other scouts of other clans"

y/n " have they said anything to you my son"

lo'ak " no mama they seem to be keeping their distance from me or dont see I'm there at all ... it seems like after a while I have become faster on land and water thanks to help of you and the others"

y/n " well I'm happy to see my son is doing well" lo'ak was growing up before your eyes, you soon hugged him.

y/n " well remember to eat some breakfast and drink some juice before you leave, I don't need you getting hunger and thirsty out there"

lo'ak " yes mama" lo'ak soon sat down and started eating his breakfast and drinking the juice, once he was done he was getting ready to leave on his IIu.

norm " hey there y/n and lo'ak"

lo'ak " hey norm heading out in a few and I promise I will get you the stuff you need"

norm " thanks kid but remember you don't need to get everything, we don't need you to overwork youself"

lo'ak " yes sir"

mo'at " good morning everyone"

lo'ak " morning grandmother"

mo'at " I see you are heading off for the day my grandson"

lo'ak " yes I'm I will be home with the stuff asked for and maybe anything else I find"

mo'at " you have your mother sprit thank the great mother" everyone had laughed a bit. lo'ak soon bid everyone goodbye he had perfected, the right time to leave and clans schedule so he will not be bumping into anyone. Lo'ak had started this as he wish not to bring anymore trouble to himself and you after hearing had horrible the other women were, talking about you he wanted to change make life for you better. That had changed a while ago as he started living his life for himself and love the support he got from his mom, grandmother and many uncles/aunts that cared for him.

later that day

y/n " ......" you are walking around the village avoiding running into anyone, but it seems like unknown to you that you had gone through some changes as well. Your hair seems to become more beautiful over these months, and you were now carrying yourself in a whole new way now these days.

mo'at " y/n"

y/n " hello mo'at"

mo'at " may I have some words with you about lo'ak"

y/n " sure you can"

mo'at " good lets speak somewhere else we don't need other ear dropping on our conversation" you had seen some navi giving you looks, and you just rolled your eyes at them.

y/n " sure" you and mo'at soon walked away together and soon stopped when you were far enough from everyone else.

mo'at " I was wondering how you are doing"

y/n " I'm doing well I thought there was a chance everything will change, and that Jake and neytiri will come around but I was a fool"

mo'at " you are not a fool they are fools"

y/n " now. my son is going through heartbreak and I don't wish for this to stop him from finding true love"

mo'at " lo'ak will find true love one day and you will find new love as well I know it ... the both of you deserve happiness after all that happened"

y/n " thank you mo'at" mo'at soon brought you into a embrace making you happy. Lo'ak and mo'at are right it was time you gave love a chance again it has been so long, and were done waiting around for those who might not love you back.

Later on that day on the beach

lo'ak " finally home" lo'ak had arrived home and the sun was about to go down he had got everything that was asked for him, and some fish as well. He soon got onto the dock and hoist all the nets of stuff onto the dock. He was dragged the nets and baskets filled with items, as she was walking on the walking that bouncy at his ever movement.

lo'ak " drop off the stuff for grandmother at her home now I'm heading to the humans homes" When it had started for lo'ak he was not that strong but over time he had become stronger, he was not able to lift stuff on his own at times. He was making his way toward the human home, it didnt take him long to get there.

max " hey kid"

lo'ak " hey max I came with the stuff"

max " wow thanks lo'ak this will supply us for four months we will be good"

lo'ak " you welcome I had learned a way to caught more and collect in my now way"

max " well kid you did an arming job"

lo'ak " thank you" lo'ak soon head off he had offered to stay and help but the adults had told him they were okay, and to enjoy the rest of the day before it was over. That what he had done he gone swimming with payakan having a good time, until sunset when he was needed back at home.

???? " no my toy" lo'ak was walking out the water when a child toy came flying pass him, and quickly lo'ak had caught it in his hands like it was nothing.

lo'ak " ......."

???? " lo'ak" lo'ak soon heard his little sister voice he soon saw tuk standing at the shore, lo'ak smile and looked at his sister.

lo'ak " you almost lost this tuk tuk and it seems like dad put alot of work into it"

tuk " thank you lo'ak" lo'ak soon handed back the toy to his sister and patted her head.

lo'ak " your welcome but you shouldn't be alone at this moment tuk, it not safe"

tuk " I'm not alone I'm with everyone else "

lo'ak " who everyone else"

???? " tuk did you get the toy" lo'ak knew that voice to well and by the sound of it the owner of that voice was not that far, because soon enough lo'ak came face to face with everyone else.

neteyam " lo'ak"

lo'ak "hello"

tuk " you all should of seen it lo'ak caught my toy so fast I could barley see it happen"

spider " really"

kiri " wow that amazing lo'ak"

lo'ak " well I heard a child calling for their toy sounding sad and it passed by me, so I brought it back" lo'ak was acting distace towards everyone.

neteyam " that move baby brother"

lo'ak " thank you"

???? " is that lo'ak"

???? " no that can't be him ... it just can't be" soon lo'ak had heard more voices and soon looked passed his brother shoulder and saw, tsireya with her brother and rotox. all three teens were looking at lo'ak shocked and soon enough his siblings were doing the same as well.

lo'ak " well I should get going anyway I will see you all around or tomorrow" lo'ak was about to walk awya when neteyam had got in his way.

neteyam " wait hold up there you think we are going to let you walk away after seeing that you have changed, and that one Mallory thing we haven't talked to you that much"

kiri " yes we barley seen you as well we miss you"

lo'ak " I don't think that will be good as I had been asked to stay away or keep my distance ... I will keep that going until future notice and respect everyone wishes"

aonung " dude it been so long we will love to be with you right now we miss you"

rotxo " yes we miss you"

neteyam " hey dad the dinner tonowari family, tsu'tey, and spider, rotox have been invited to come as well"

lo'ak " ......"

kiri " you didn't know"

lo'ak " nope it seems like we all have been busy"

neteyam " them come we caught so much food it wil be fun and we can invite mama as well, it will be like old time and fun we can caught up"

tuk " yes it will be fun a big dinner party"

lo'ak " I don't think that will be the smart idea as not everyone will be welcoming and comfortable, and we most respect their decision"

tsireya " lo'ak I will love to have you and your mom at dinner it will be fun, and I wish to talk with you and her again it been so long" lo'ak was going to say something as he knew this was a bad idea already.

Jake " kids there you all are I was starting to think you all forgot about the dinner tonight, as you all been helping get it ready"

neteyam "sorry sir tuk we were put playing and talk when tuk lost her toy"

tuk " but lo'ak saved it for me"

Jake " lo'ak" soon lo'ak was looking at his father but he was not alone tsu'tey and tonowari were with them. Soon enough ronal and neytiri showed up as well.

neytiri " lo'ak"

lo'ak " hello everyone"

Jake " wow son I could barely recognize you there wow how much you have changed"

lo'ak " yes change happens"

neytiri " it so good to see you"

Jake " yes It so good .... hey if you siblings and friends haven't told you we are having a dinner ..."

kiri " we told him dad but he says it will be not good to make everyone uncomfortable if he comes"

tonowari " son you should come to this dinner as you are the son of Jake sully and it will be good for you and your family"

neytiri " yes you cna invited y/n as well we have missed her, and we will love to caught up with our son and her as well"

Jake " yes where is she I haven't seen her"

lo'ak " she most be out I supposed she will be home before dinner"

Jake " well in the meantime you can join us it will be good" that soundly like a lie to lo'ak, but before he could say anything else a call had been heard from above and soon enough y/n had been seen on her ikran. she soon landed on the sandy beach and got off her ikran.

tuk " mama" tuk ran to greet her and give her a big hug she soon hugged her back as well.

y/n " hey sweetie it good to see all of you .... and other this is unusual welcome party"

Jake " hey y/n it good to see you ... umm there a dinner tonight and we were inviting you and lo'ak to join us for dinner it will be fun"

y/n " thank you for the offer but I have to tell you we have other plan for dinner, and it will be good to respect everyone personal space and comfort"

neytiri " but ......"

y/n " it okay and we don't wish to ruin that dinner that seems very important and has been planned out, maybe some other time when everything good and clam"

Jake " oh sure"

y/n " children I hope you will stop by for a chance to talk if you wish I'm not here to make you"

neteyam " yes mama"

Jake " well I hope to see you two more often as the family is not the same without the two of you"

y/n " yes family is every important goodnight everyone and be safe" you soon bid goodbye to the children before you walked away, lo'ak had walked away without saying anything else but he did wave goodbye to tuk. The others soon went home but it felt like someone was completely off at the moment, as they were missing people who are very important to them, and now life is very uncomfortable. That seems to be the consequences of actions made, and these actions will not be able to repair very easily as everyone thinks.

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applepixls · 3 months ago

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hey guys. have you heard of hadestown.

(its a musical that meshes the myths of orpheus & eurydice and hades & persephone)

orpheus is a naive (sorta sheltered?) bard who acts on his whims while eurydice is a realistic and tough girl who's doing all she can to survive

hades is king of the underworld and keeps persephone there a lot of the year meaning there's a lot of winter up above

now hear me out.

3rd life.

scar as orpheus, grian as eurydice.

wedding song as scar proposing they take over the desert, the second verse being grian suggesting they take the dark oak. now, imagine all I've ever known as a dark night dancing in the desert not to mention, "its a sad tale, its a tragedy" (bonus: in a gathering storm eurydice calls for orpheus and he isn't there because he's off writing his song, narratively similar to grian calling for scar in double life when everyone was digging around for their sugar cane while scar was off accidentally lighting the place on fire and petting the jellie pandas)

extra bonus ideas:

persephone sounds like bdubs? like, listen to livin' it up on top. the gritty voice/singing and all her attitude (/pos) and some of the lyrics "who makes the summer sun shine bright?/thats right! persephone!" (he was the esmp2 sun god!) she sort of reminds me of the vibe bdubs gave off when he was ren the king's guy in s9 (my impression was he was kinda frantically running around at ren's whim, its not at all the same with hades and persephone but there's the sort of obeying a king thing)

leading me to my next thought of ren as hades. someone i was listening with said "winter has come" which made me think of "red winter is coming" dfhj

but another thought is just the last life ethubs divorce? seems very relevant with bdubs persephone parallels

also in hey little song bird hades refers to eurydice as a canary and we all know whos a canary

hermes (conductor of the train on the road to hell) and the fates play a narrator type role except hermes is more explicit while the fates are the humming in the back of your head they weave the path of how everything goes and you cant defy them

martyn throughout all the series is a sort of nomadic no solid home kinda guy and always self aware (he makes the lore-) which connects him to hermes for me but at the same time the fates are very much watcher/listener things so like bigb and martyn? (i don't know the lore sorry lol) i'd also say that somehow impulse's littlefinger flip floppy triple double agent character in third life gives a vibe like he knows whats going on in all the groups also connecting him to them for me

(i will say scar could fit hermes as well in being a sort of travelling sales person in last life and a bit in double life? also I've read dirges in the dark which means i see him and the devil and making deals with complicated clauses as very interconnected)

my final note (and being a devils advocate)

scar could also parallel hades.

if you watch his perspective he's very happygolucky and doesn't seem to get the real weight of the situation and such but from other perspectives his and grians deal seems kinda like he's had grian sign away his soul or he's kidnapped grian and there's some stockholm syndrome happening (its actually grians guilt but i digress)

hades convinces eurydice (scar is a silver tongued man) to sign away her soul to him and also the story of hades and persephone is that he kidnaps her and she eats some pomegranite and has to stay in the underworld for part of the year

sooo yeah. paralells between hadestown and 3rd life/life series. enjoy.

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gauloiseblue · 9 months ago

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For though I am a sinner / You call me to your table.

(König × Reader)

[May contain: heavy religious imagery, obsessive behavior, murder]

Credit to @rainlovesyou12

When he was six, he witnessed the rite of communion for the first time. As his brother approached the altar, the priest announced, “Behold the Lamb of God, behold him who takes away the sins of the world. Blessed are those called to the supper of the Lamb.”

His brother whispered a few words he couldn't catch, before he stepped forward to receive bread and wine.

He didn't understand what the ritual was, or what the purpose of it was. But he looked up and saw that his parents smiled, almost too proudly.

At eight, the church adversely taught him about it.

He was crying, screaming, as his parents dragged him to the altar. The priest's eyes were cold, as he spoke the same verse his brother received. When he resisted, his mother yanked him by his arm and forced him to look into her eyes. She was angry, and it's a loose word for what she exhibited that day.

When he stood in front of the table, tear-streaked, and trembling, the priest took a piece of the bread, and offered it to him. With his hands clasped, he muttered, "Lord I am not worthy"

That morning, he retched up the blood and the body of Christ.

He wiped off his mouth, as he lifted his head from the toilet bowl. The sour taste of the wine still lingered in the back of his tongue, and he bent down to wash his mouth with running water.

He didn't understand the joy of union with God through communion. It was dreadful to think that, by consuming a part of Christ, one could lead a salvation. But why would you take a part of someone else when all your life you never knew him?

His mother loved Him, and she loved Him more than her own son. She visited the church day and night, recited her praises in front of the wooden cross, where the statue of Christ watched upon her, cold and motionless. His father was a stern man, and he'd remind him of all-seeing God, who'd always watch him from above every time he misbehaved. They believed in salvation, and they believed in sins. For the only people who's versed in God's orders were them.

Rejecting a body of Christ might’ve put a curse on him, as he's blind to the doctrines his parents taught. Turning your gaze from your mother when she talked was a sin, but looking away when the priest took a young boy into a room wasn't a sin. Yet his brother understood it, and he had no choice but to obey.

And he tried, he tried to be good. But it's never enough in his parents' eyes.

It wasn't until he's old enough, that he had the courage to leave the house. Carrying all of his belongings, and all of his sins.

He rejected God as he rejected His salvation, but then again, he had rejected Him the moment he spat out the bread and wine. Without the eye of God upon him, he's freed from the sanctions. No more Hail Mary or Our Father prayers, just him and his conscience.

He relished in his freedom, venturing outside the tiny box he once called home. It's easier to live without the fear of God. In his line of work, he couldn't afford to worry, even just for a second. His parents might be horrified to find out that their son had abandoned the way to heaven, but he's content, content with the way he lived.

Yet it only lasted for long, before he saw Him in every face.

When he stood in the war, with his hands bloodied and bodies by his feet, he often mused on the possibility that they were once a child of God. Did they swallow His flesh, when the priest placed a part of Him on their tongue? Did they feel at peace, after knowing that the blood of Him would lead them to salvation? And would he, as an apostate, burn in endless fire after killing many of His lambs?

Sometimes he stared at his ceiling, wondering if the omniscient one was looking at him through the pale light.

They said God is present in every lights

In every ray of the sun,

In every glow of the moon,

Yet the darkness still creeps

From the long shadow

The light creates

He received a new contract the next morning that required him to fly across the ocean. He accepted it, without knowing what was in store for him.

Between the light and the dark

There's a boundary where

The dark would collide

With the whiteness of the light

Leaving a gray line

Where two forces

Dance in eternal war

Right after the touchdown, the chopper came to a sudden halt. He snapped out of his thoughts, as he looked out the window and saw the base from afar.

When he stepped out of the aircraft, he was greeted by a blinding light, before it all died down once he winced. As his vision adjusted, he noticed two figures approached him. One's stone-cold face, and the other one wore a striking white uniform, that he almost mistook them as something else.

The new commander was a stern man, the common kind that one could find everywhere in the military. But his eyes wandered to a rare sight beside him.

You greeted him with a smile, something that he's not quite used to. You held a clipboard in your hand, and he could tell that your job was closely tied to the item. The commander noticed his attention and cleared his throat.

"This is (Name), she'll help you move to your room. Meet me at the office when you're done."

And so, he followed after you.

You were warm, and polite. You made small talk with him without prying too much, and he found himself relaxed in your presence.

When he had stored his things away, you took him to the office, where the commander had waited for him.

The briefing was short, since he had read the files on the way here. But one thing that struck him was the silence from the man when he brought up the secretary.

Once, he was told that anything outside the contract is none of his business, but he couldn't help but be curious. Why the lack of response? What was it about you, that he was reluctant to share?

It didn't take long before he found the nature of your relationship with him.

Alas, the sun has to set

And the dark would triumph

As the shadows march

Towards the horizon

Till this day, he can't find the reason why someone like you would hand your life to a man as cold as him. Even when the answers are already splayed out on the table. It's not hard to piece them together when soldiers' tongues were loose, he just had to say a word, and they'd immediately take the bait.

When the world is shrouded

By the darkness and black

Could the Almighty

Blame humans

For turning blind?

When he saw you sitting in the kitchen, alone, with your head hung low, he found himself inexplicably drawn to you. He laughed at himself when the thought of comforting you crossed his mind, but what kind of human he was, if he didn't feel any sympathy for you?

It's an open secret that you had a loveless marriage, and yet, you stayed with him, despite of the rage that your husband showed that morning.

He'd understand if you wished to throw out your frustration to him, but when you saw him by the table, you offered him a tired smile.

After all,

Humanity

Would always be

Lost

Without its shepherd

"Why didn't you leave him?"

Your face stayed the same despite of the intrusive question, since it's nothing you never heard before.

"Because I chose it that way." You mused, "I don't think you'd understand. I owe him my life. I wouldn't be here if it's not because of him." You told him as you looked at him in the eyes, "Without him, I am nothing."

And he was silent. Silent as he turned, and left you behind. Though he wore a mask, he knew that you saw him. You saw through his false front.

That day, he dreamt of his mother. Her voice echoed, as she chanted her praise at the altar. The devotion in her eyes, the adoration for the Savior whom she owed her life to, awakened the ghastly side of him.

Your devoutness evoked the memory of his own past, ripping his earth open, as the molten rock poured into the land. An ugly jealousy, for something he could never had.

Sentiment.

Something that the commander deemed as unnecessary.

He felt his eyes darkened whenever he witnessed the man's apathy, but his heart would scream at the slightest affection his commander showed to you.

He'd carry this envy until the day of the big Ops.

While Adam bore the title

Of the first Sinner

It was Cain who was the truest,

The most hideous Sinner

For he killed not to survive

But to satisfy his envy

The soldiers were briefed on the possibility of death, or imprisonment due to their carelessness. The commander shouted that it's not an ordinary mission, and everyone is responsible for their own safety.

A sentence that'd become his own doom.

When they infiltrated the enemy base, he knew the possibility of the enemy having bombs planted on each floor. Not to slow them down, but to bury them to the ground.

It wasn't his negligence if he didn't warn his commander about it.

He wasn't an advisor after all.

By the time they discovered the explosives, it was already too late.

He was with the commander when the whole buildings shook, with cracks began to form on the walls. He yelled at the man to follow him, as they made their way out of the room.

As they raced towards the window, a heavy rubble fell through the ceiling, onto the commander's leg. He cried in pain, as the protruding steel dug into his flesh.

"König—" He called out when he stood there, unmoving.

He could've saved him—he should've, but he chose to remain still.

"König." The man looked at him, as suspicion dripped from his voice. Seeing him in that state caused a vile feeling to rose from his chest, as he bared his teeth into a grin.

"Should've said your safety is my business."

His commander's eyes widened, and his jaw tightened into an angry snarl. "Which side is it that you work for?"

"No one."

The man screamed his name when he turned, before a sickening crack filled the room.

He got out just as the building collapsed behind him, swallowing the lives of unfortunate men who were still inside.

The main objective of the mission was reached, but what greeted them at the base was silence. There were no cheers or pats on the back, just a heavy silence.

Many soldiers were injured, and the infirmary wasn't prepared to handle that many. Which pushed the other staff to be one-night medics, and you were no exception.

He only suffered a minor injury, so he could only watch you run in and out of the room from afar.

Of course, the pleasure was short-lived

Since his hatred for his brother

Had nowhere to go anymore

When he found you the next day, with your food untouched, and tears stained your cheeks, he felt his heart squeezed with remorse.

He approached you, as if you were a lone figure—whom, he could confess to and repent—at the confessional. He'd recite the Holy Mary prayers for a thousand years, if that's what it takes for him to be forgiven by you.

But when you looked at him, your lips formed a small smile—the same smile that you gave to him back then, before he pried into your privacy.

"Have you eaten?" You asked him, and he almost ripped out his skin, so you'd see the sins that were carved into his bones. "Come, sit with me."

You took a small bread from the basket and carried it close to his hand, before placing the bun into his palm.

And he understood. He understood the utterance one had to say at the God's table, when they received the Holy supper.

When he brought the bread to his lips, he muttered the soundless words he couldn't deliver,

"Lord, I am unworthy."

#A/N: this is a re-upload bc I deleted the original one #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #konig x reader #könig x reader #könig cod #religious trauma #the algorithm somehow didn't pick this up. maybe it's bc I posted it in the reblog? idk

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blakeswritingimagines · 2 months ago

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Looking For The Brightside (Kinktober)

Word Count: 6.5k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the DC/Marvel characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to use them.

After a long day of crime fighting as Batman, Bruce Wayne, leader of the famed Bat-family, found himself in his study inside his Manor home. He was in his mid-thirties, and as always, he had his loyal butler, Alfred, by his side. He relaxed in his office chair and sighed, rubbing his forehead. His entire day had been hellish, and he just wanted a break. That is when there was a knock on his study door. He heard the door to his office open. He barely had time to look up before you, his powerful wife and mistress in bed, walked in, closing the door behind you. "What's taking you so long? Don't forget about our plans for tonight," you said in a stern voice, walking towards him. He was startled by your stern voice, looking up at you with a weary gaze. "I know, I know, I'm just… tired," he sighed, rubbing his temple. Though his strong demeanor always remained, in front of you, he couldn't hide his exhaustion. He couldn't hide anything from you. The weight of being a superhero and crime fighter weighed heavily on him, especially tonight.

As you approached him, your confident steps echoed in his office. The air filled with your commanding presence, a force to be reckoned with, yet soft enough to have him wrapped around your finger. Bruce slumped back in his office chair, his exhaustion evident in his heavy breath. He knew better than to keep you waiting. "I won't forget," he replied, mustering a weary smile, "it's our date night, right?" Your footsteps stopped as you finally reached him, standing before him with an intense gaze. You leaned against his desk, maintaining that sharp, commanding aura. Your eyes conveyed both affection and sternness, well-versed in reading your husband's exhaustion. "It is," you confirmed, a hint of anticipation in your voice, "and I've got something special planned for us tonight." His gaze locked onto yours, a mix of admiration and exhaustion in his eyes, as he nodded. Bruce leaned forward, resting his arms on the desk. He knew you always knew what he needed, whether he admitted to it or not. "Something special?" he murmured, a small smile playing on his tired lips. "I hope I can endure whatever plans you have tonight after the day I've had." he chuckled slightly. Your lips curled into a sly smile, your commanding aura still potent in the air. "You always endure," you reassured him, your tone softening with affection, though with the command that he expected from you. Your hand reached out, playing with his tie absentmindedly as you spoke. "And if you're a good boy, maybe you'll get a special reward after," you said playfully.

Bruce's smile grew, a familiar warmth spreading through him. Your touch always had a soothing effect on him, even when you were commanding. Your words were like music to his ears, and the mention of a special reward sent a jolt down his spine. "How can I resist a special reward from you," he replied quietly. He reached up and placed his hand on top of yours, the fabric of his tie bunching between your fingers. "Just obey," you replied simply, your fingertips tracing lightly along the line of his shoulders, a sly smile lingering on your lips. You leaned in closer, your face only inches away from his, "And that reward will be all yours." Your words were like a seductive whisper, an invitation that he couldn't refuse, and you knew it. He chuckled softly, feeling the heat of your breath on his face. Your words were temptations that he couldn't ignore, and your touch was a sweet drug. Bruce's hand on yours tightened, his thumb brushing against your forefinger softly, his gaze unwavering. "You have all of me to command," he murmured, the tiredness in his eyes replaced by a familiar sparkle. You smirked, a playful glow in your eyes as you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear, "And what if I want you to beg?" you purred, the seductive tone of your voice sending shivers down his spine. "I bet you'd do anything for a little reward, wouldn't you?" Your fingers traced along his neck, caressing his jawline. "I…," Bruce swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing softly. Your words had him pinned, and your touch was an intoxicating fire. His eyes closed briefly as you trailed along his jaw. "You know I would," he admitted, his voice raspy with anticipation. Your allure was like a drug, and he was hooked. He wanted to close the distance between your lips, but your authoritative aura kept him from making a move, waiting for your command, a puppet to your whims.

Your smirk widened at his response, his admission was music to your ears. "Then beg," you whispered, your hot breath caressing his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "Beg like a good boy you are, and maybe I'll grant you that reward sooner." Your fingers traced down his neck, lightly tracing his collarbones, teasingly close to his chest. Your words were a sweet torture, and the way you teased him was unbearable. Bruce's breaths grew heavier, his heart pounding in his chest. "Please…" his ragged voice filled the space between you, "Please, I need you." He was putty in your hands, your control was something he had willingly surrendered to. "Give me my reward… tonight… please…" There was a spark in his eyes, a hint of desperation in his voice, your perfect puppet to play with, and you loved every moment of it. A pleased smile formed at his plea, satisfaction filling your chest as he completely surrendered to your command. Your finger pressed against his chest, right above his beating heart, feeling the heat from his skin. "Are you begging because you're excited, or are you too tired for anything tonight?" you teased quietly. "I'm never too tired for you," he murmured, his voice a low growl, desperate and needy for your touch. His breaths were quick and shallow, your fingers lingering on his chest, teasing and tantalizing. "Never," he insisted quietly, his desire making it clear to you, his words a plea for more.

A low hum of satisfaction escaped your lips, feeling him so desperate and needy for you. "Good boy," you praised softly, your finger tapping against his chest. "Now tell me, darling," you leaned closer, the tease in your voice clear, "do you want to end your work early?" Your voice held an edge of authority, but you knew he loved it. His desperation was a sweet melody, and you couldn't resist playing with him. "Maybe come upstairs with me?" His gaze locked onto yours, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as your words and touch worked magic on him. Your praises were like a soothing balm to his restless soul, and your proposal was something he couldn't resist. "God, yes," he whispered, his voice almost a moan, "please… let me come upstairs." His hand covered yours, pressing it against his chest, feeling his racing heart, a clear sign of his yearning for you. Your smirk grew, your tone low and commanding, "Then go and make your excuses to Alfred, I'll need some time to prepare upstairs." You pulled your hand away from his, taking a step back. The absence of your touch makes him feel the full impact of his desperation. He swallowed, his gaze lingering on you with yearning. You were like a drug, and he was addicted. "Yes, of course," he said quietly, a hint of anticipation in his voice as he left the office. He knew he wouldn't be able to focus on work now, not after your teasing. You watched him leave, admiring the sight of him leaving his office, your own anticipation building. Your mind was filled with thoughts of the night to come, the idea of having him completely submissive to your command. Meanwhile, Bruce had to compose himself, making some excuses to Alfred, and quickly leaving the office. He ascended the stairs leading to your bedroom, anticipation coursing through him, knowing what was to come.

As you waited for him, you smirked to yourself. You loved how he submitted to you, how he yearned for your touch. You knew just how to make things interesting tonight. You had plans for your darling husband, and you knew he was eagerly awaiting your commands. Meanwhile, Bruce reached your bedroom, the door shutting behind him after he walked in. He leaned against the door, taking a moment to calm himself as he waited, feeling the anticipation grow, just what did you have in store for him tonight. As Bruce leaned against the door, taking quick, uneasy breaths, his heart pounding in anticipation. His mind filled with thoughts of what was to come, he didn't even realize your presence in the room until you spoke. "Oh look who it is, my needy husband," your voice was like silk, with a teasing edge to it. You had been in your room, sitting by the bed waiting for him, but his attention didn't turn to you until you spoke. His head turned towards you and his eyes widened, locking onto you. He hadn't expected you to be there, and hearing your voice caused something to stir within, something that was already there. But your words, the teasing lilt, and the anticipation in your gaze made a small heat form in his lower belly. "You..." he trailed off, the sight of you in his room was all he needed. Gorgeous. Your gaze was sharp like a predator but also filled with affection for the man before you. Your tone was teasing yet authoritative, and the power dynamic was something that always excited him. You patted the bed beside you. "Come here," you ordered gently, beckoning him to come closer with a crook of your finger.

Bruce moved forward, a magnetic force drawing him to you as he approached the bed, his feet moving on their own, as if in a trance. He felt like a prey drawn into a trap, but he was all too willing to fall into your trap. He'd give anything to have you as his hunter. He stood before you, eyes locked onto your own, awaiting your next command, your next move. He was yours to toy with, and you both knew it well. Your eyes roamed over him hungrily, taking in the sight of him. He was yours alone, a strong man reduced to submission before you. It was a thrill you always cherished. As he stood before you, awaiting your next move, you patted the bed again, this time to your right. "Sit here," you said quietly, the command clear in your tone, "I have something to put on you tonight." He swallowed, a hint of anticipation and uncertainty in his eyes, but he followed your command without hesitation. He sat on the edge of the bed, his body tensing slightly as he wondered what you meant by having something for him to put on. Your command stirred a mix of excitement and a hint of apprehension, a feeling that only heightened his awareness of you. He was ready to receive whatever you had in store and give in to your every whim. He was yours alone; no more than a mere tool for your pleasures which he proved time and time again. Your lips curled into a smile as you saw his obedience, how he willingly submitted without a second thought. You knew he would do anything you asked, and that was a power you adored. You leaned over to the bedside table and pulled open a drawer, you kept a special box containing his favorite toy inside it. You had been saving it for a special evening like tonight and tonight was the perfect time to use it, especially after your earlier tease at the office.

His eyes flickered, seeing the box in your hands, not needing to ask what it was. A small, hot flush spread across his face as he swallowed. He knew what was in the box, it had been a long time since you had used it on him, and the anticipation was already building within him. He wanted more than ever to be taken at your mercy, to let his worries and inhibitions melt away as he surrendered to you. You turned back to him, the box in your hands, you saw the slight flush on his cheeks and the yearning in his eyes. You knew he was growing needy and eager to be under your control, and it was delightful to see the mighty Batman reduced to such a state. You opened the box; there inside was a small device: a chastity cage. It was made just for him, a reminder of who was in charge of his pleasure. You smiled. "Strip," you commanded, "and get in a comfortable position on the bed." Your smile sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of anticipation and longing. He had missed this, the feeling of utter submission, of giving himself to your every whim, of feeling your touch. He knew what that object was, and the sight of it only intensified his anticipation. "Yes," he breathed, his voice soft and needy. He stood and began to strip off his clothing, his body bared before you. As he moved back onto the bed, he tried to suppress his excitement and steady his breaths.

Your gaze roamed over his now-exposed body, a smirk playing on your lips. You loved how obedient and needy he was, how he gave himself fully to you. Your satisfaction grew as he settled back onto the bed, ready to receive his assignment and give in to your every command. "Hands and knees," you instructed, your voice full of command. He followed your commands without hesitation, getting into the position you requested; hands and knees, vulnerable and exposed to you. He felt like a pet, waiting to be treated or disciplined by its master. His breaths hitched a bit, a mix of nerves and anticipation coursing through him. Yet, this was exactly where he wanted to be, completely surrendered to you. A wave of satisfaction washed over you as he positioned himself, awaiting your next move. You loved seeing him like this, all submitted and open to you. Your hand trailed over his back, feeling his tense muscles, feeling his anticipation. You leaned down, your voice a low, seductive murmur in his ear, "Do you know what's about to happen?" you asked, a teasing lilt in your voice, knowing that he knew the answer. He shivered involuntarily at your touch, the anticipation building in his core. He could feel the tension in your touch, and your voice sent a thrill through him. He knew what was about to happen and the reminder of that anticipation made his breath hitch. "Yes, my love," he whispered, his voice barely audible. He lowered his head in submission, the sound of your voice sending shivers down his spine, "I know…"

"Good boy," you purred, your fingers lingering on his skin, enjoying the shiver that ran through him. Your words were filled with affection, the power you held over him was something you adored, a dynamic you both craved deeply. Your fingers traced down his spine, feeling the tension in his body, making sure he knew he was entirely at your mercy. "Let's get started," you whispered, your voice dripping with anticipation. Your words and touch were a powerful mix of command and love, a combination that made his vulnerability all the more intoxicating. He shivered under your touch, your fingers like electric sparks on his sensitive skin. He knew what he was in for, the pleasure and the frustration that you would bring, and he found himself willingly surrendering himself to you. He nodded, his head lowered in submission. He was ready, ready to see where your touch and control would take him tonight. A small breath escaped his parted lips in anticipation. You watched him, admiring his vulnerability and eagerness, your fingers continuing their journey on his skin, lingering on the areas you knew were sensitive. Your voice was low, and commanding, your words filled with adoration. "Relax. I'll take care of you," you reassured him softly, knowing he was ready for this, prepared to give himself completely to you. Your fingers traced down the curve of his back, your touch sending tremors of pleasure through him. Your voice was like velvet, your commands like a sweet symphony, and he was your captive audience, willingly enslaved to whatever pleasure you chose to inflict.

His breaths grew shallow, almost in sync with your words, your voice like a soothing aphrodisiac. Your fingers were a sensuous symphony, lighting up his nerves as they roamed over his exposed skin. He felt the heat of anticipation building within, ready to surrender to your every command, to be the submissive to your will. "Please…", he breathed softly, barely audible, his voice laced with need, "take care of me…" You relished in his vulnerability, the way he begged you, so helpless and yearning. Your fingers continued their sensual dance, exploring and teasing, feeling his anticipation building with every touch. You knew you had him wrapped around your fingers, your words a leash he would willingly accept, his submission something you adored. "Oh, I will," you assured him, your voice low and seductive. "I'll make you feel things you've only dreamed of," you purred, your hands moving towards the toy in your possession. Your eyes flickered with anticipation, seeing the desperation and yearning in his gaze, a sight that was incredibly arousing. Your movements were deliberate, your voice like a siren's call that he couldn't resist. You knew he desired this, to be completely under your control, to have all his senses consumed by your touch. "Are you ready for your reward?" you asked, your voice a velvety murmur, your fingers gripping the chastity cage, ready to begin your next move.

He was putty in your hands, completely surrendered and craving, ready to accept whatever you would give tonight. Your fingers trailed along his shoulders and neck, feeling how his body tensed in anticipation. "And tonight, I will take everything you have," you reassured softly, knowing this was exactly what he wanted. You carefully, slowly placed the device where it was meant to be placed, a shiver of anticipation running through him. With a soft click, it was locked into place, sealing his fate. He was completely at your mercy now, your control his new reality. He was so vulnerable, so open, your prey. He took in a shaky breath, waiting, feeling the tension building, anticipation soaring, and feeling the power dynamic shift ever so slightly. His breath caught in his throat, the sound of the device locking into place sending a shiver through him. He was now trapped, unable to find relief till you allowed, at your mercy, consumed by the sensations that would come. Your slow movements filled him with anticipation, the power dynamic shifting, leaving him feeling completely surrendered. He was vulnerable, and exposed, and he needed you. He could feel the power you held, the tension, the desire, and he embraced it willingly, all his senses heightened in anticipation of what was to come. You gave the device a small tug, the feeling drawing a small gasp from his lips, feeling how it held him in its grasp. You were absolutely in control, and he was the submissive he often craved to be. Your voice was low and commanding, a soft smile on your lips. "Eyes closed," you purred, running your fingers along his arm as you spoke, "And now, I want you to open your mouth."

He swallowed, his breaths shallow as he followed your command, opening his mouth slightly. His senses were heightened, his submission complete and intoxicating. The device added an entirely new layer, holding him captive, making his need and vulnerability all the more apparent, and at this moment, he belonged to you entirely. Your fingers traced along his neck, feeling his vulnerability, feeling him shake softly at your command. As you spoke, your voice was like a seductive melody. "Tongue out," you commanded softly. "Show me just how eager you are my good boy." He nodded and followed your command, his tongue slowly poking out, like a dog begging for attention. He was entirely surrendered, so willing to please and feel what you would give. His eyes remained closed, his vulnerability on display for you. He was yours, completely and utterly. A quiet hum of satisfaction escaped your lips at his immediate obedience, your fingers trailing along his tongue as you felt his eagerness and vulnerability. The sight of him so open, so willing, was exhilarating and exhilarating. "You look so perfect," you mused, your voice filled with affection and command. "So completely mine, aren't you?" Your thumb brushed along his chin gently, feeling him tremble under your touch as your thumb pressed down on his tongue.

Your grin widened as you felt his tongue move, the sound of him moaning making you feel powerful. With his eyes closed and tongue out, he was completely at your mercy. Your fingers trailed teasingly along his cheek, feeling the warmth of his breath grazing your skin with each ragged breath. "Are you aching for relief?" you spoke softly, your voice filled with anticipation and desire, letting your thumb brush across his tongue. He nodded slightly, unable to deny his desperation and how your touch affected him. He swallowed before he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, please," he breathed. "I'm aching for you, I need you." The taste of your skin sent shivers down his spine, and your command made his heart pound faster. He was completely surrendered, your dominance and control over him intoxicating, and he wanted only more, needed it. You took his chin and tilted his head up slightly, your voice soft yet commanding. "On your back," you breathed, your tone leaving no room for disobedience. "I want you entirely open for me." He nodded, following your command, laying down on his back, vulnerable and exposed for you. He immediately complies, laying back on the bed, spreading his legs wide apart, and offering himself completely to Blake. His breathing quickens as he feels the cool air against his heated skin, his cock straining against the confines of the cage. "Like this? Is this what you want to see? Me, spread out and helpless, desperate for your touch?" His voice is low and husky, dripping with need. He knows that he's giving Blake complete control, allowing them to use his body however they please. And the thought of that makes his cock throb painfully, a bead of precum forming at the tip. "Please… Touch me. Make me yours. I need to feel your hands on me, claiming me, owning me."

Your gaze raked over his exposed form, drinking in the sight of him laid bare, his erection visible through the bars of the chastity device. A smirk played on your lips as you began crawling onto him with predatory grace. Leaning over him, you ran a hand along his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat beneath your palm. "You look absolutely ravishing like this," you purred, trailing your fingers lower, brushing against the cage that restrained his throbbing member. "So eager, so desperate for me… It's almost too easy." Your other hand slid up his thigh, gripping it possessively as you leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear. "But first, I think we should make sure you understand just who's in control here," you whispered, nipping gently at his earlobe. A gasp escapes him at the sensation of your warm breath on his sensitive skin, followed by the gentle nip at his earlobe. His hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction against the unyielding metal of the cage. "Y-yes, please," he whimpers, arching into your touch. "Remind me, make me remember who's in charge. I need it, need to submit to you completely." Your grip on his thigh tightens, and he can't help but imagine those strong fingers wrapped around his aching cock instead. The thought sends a jolt of pleasure-pain through him, making his balls draw up tight. "I'm all yours," he breathes, his voice raw with need. "Use me, dominate me, break me if you must. Just give me release, please…" Your grip on his thigh only tightened further as you ground your own arousal against him, letting him feel the heat of your desire. "Oh, I intend to break you, Bruce," you hissed, your voice laced with dark promise. "But not just physically. I'll shatter your will, reduce you to nothing but a needy, obedient toy for me to play with." Your hand left his thigh to slide under his ass, gripping the firm flesh and pulling him harder against you. Before you let go and moved up his body to use him for your own pleasure as he suffered locked up and aching.

Bruce lets out a strangled moan as you grind against him, the pressure on his trapped cock sending waves of agonized ecstasy through him. When your hand grips his ass, yanking him closer, he nearly screams from the intensity of it. "Yes, fuck yes, break me!" he chants desperately, his eyes glazed with lust and submission. As you rise above him, positioning yourself over his face, he parts his lips in anticipation, tongue darting out to wet them. He's dimly aware of how debased he looks, spread open and helpless, but it only serves to heighten his arousal. All he cares about is serving you, pleasing you, and being used for your pleasure. "Please, use my mouth, fill me with your cum," he begs, his voice muffled by the fabric of your panties. "Make me taste your dominance." With a wicked grin, you slowly drag your soaked panties down your thighs, exposing your dripping sex to Bruce's eager gaze. "Open wide, pet," you command, stepping closer to hover your pussy inches from his waiting mouth. As he obediently parts his lips, you rub your clit against his nose, coating it with your arousal before guiding your slick folds to his mouth. "Suck, lick, worship my cunt like the desperate slut you are," you instruct, your voice dripping with sadistic glee. You hold his head steady, grinding against his face as he begins to service you with single-minded devotion. The filthy sounds of his slurping and sucking fill the room, mingling with your lewd moans of pleasure as you chase your climax.

Bruce inhales deeply as your musk fills his nostrils, savoring the scent of your arousal. His tongue darts out eagerly, lapping at your slit as if starved for the taste of you. He alternates between flicking your clit and thrusting deep inside your channel, relishing each drop of your nectar. The degrading position only heightens his excitement, his cock throbbing painfully within its confines as he pleasures you. He can feel your juices smearing across his face, marking him as your property, and it makes him moan wantonly around your flesh. His fingers dig into the plush bedding beneath him as he redoubles his efforts, determined to make you come undone using only his mouth as many times as you had wished. Your hips undulate against Bruce's face, riding his tongue with abandon as you lose yourself in the intense sensations. Each lap of his tongue sends sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins, drawing you closer to the edge. "Fuck, just like that, don't stop," you gasp, your grip on his hair tightening as you grind harder against his mouth. The pressure builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in your core until suddenly, you're cresting the peak. A sharp cry tears from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you, your inner walls clenching rhythmically around Bruce's probing tongue. Wave after wave of bliss washes through you, leaving you trembling and spent in its aftermath. Finally, you still your movements, panting heavily as you gaze down at the man servicing you so devotedly. "Good boy." Bruce continues to lap at your sensitive folds, coaxing out the last tremors of your climax. He savors the sweet essence of your release, feeling it coat his chin and lips. Only when your body relaxes does he slow his ministrations, gently kissing and licking your sex. He looks up at you with hooded eyes, his own need still raging unfulfilled. "Please, Mistress," he whispers hoarsely, "I ache to fill you. Allow me to serve you further, to bring you pleasure in every way possible." His hands move to the restraints binding his wrists, tugging lightly in a silent plea for freedom to touch you. Despite the humiliation of his position, there's a fierce desire burning within him, a hunger to give you everything you demand and more.

You gaze down at Bruce, admiring the desperation etched across his handsome features. You can see how much he craves your touch, and how badly he wants to worship your body with his own. Slowly, teasingly, you trail a finger along his jawline, collecting the evidence of your arousal from his skin before bringing it to your lips and sucking it clean. "Mmmm, I taste divine on you," you purr, watching as his pupils dilate with lust. "But I think you've earned a reward for pleasing me so thoroughly." With deliberate movements, you reach for the key to his cock cage before dangling it tantalizingly above his head. Bruce's breath hitches as he watches the key swing above him, his entire focus narrowing to that small metal object. He strains against the restraints, his muscles tensing in anticipation. "Thank you, Mistress," he rasps, his voice thick with longing. "I promise to use my gift wisely, to bring you unparalleled ecstasy." His eyes never leave the key, drinking in the sight of it like a man parched in the desert. When your hand finally closes around it, he lets out a low groan, his cock twitching eagerly within the confines of the cage. "Please, unlock me," he begs, his words dripping with desperation. "Let me prove my devotion, let me make you mine completely." The mere thought of being free, of finally being able to thrust into your welcoming heat, sends a jolt of pure desire straight to his core.

A wicked smile plays across your lips as you watch Bruce squirm beneath you, his desperation only fueling your own growing desire. "Hush now, pet," you chide softly, trailing the key down his chest, over his abs, drawing ever closer to his straining erection. "All good things come to those who wait." You tease the key along the length of his shaft, letting him feel the cool metal against his overheated flesh. "And you've been such a good boy, haven't you? So obedient, so eager to please." With agonizing slowness, you bring the key to the lock, hovering just above it. "Color?" you ask, checking in on his mental state even as you torment him physically. If he's still green, you'll grant him the release he craves. Green. The word echoes through Bruce's mind, a beacon of hope amidst the waves of need crashing over him. He focuses intently on the sensation of the key grazing his sensitive skin, each pass sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting up his spine. "Green, Mistress," he gasps out, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "I'm ready for you if you'll have me." He can hardly believe it when the key finally makes contact with the lock, the metal biting into his flesh as you begin to turn it. Each twist brings him closer to freedom, to the blissful release he so desperately craves. His hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction against the cage, but he forces himself to remain still, not wanting to risk losing this chance at paradise.

Your fingers tighten around the key as you hear Bruce's confirmation, a thrill running through you at the knowledge that he's at your mercy. With a final turn, the lock clicks open and you pull the cage away, freeing Bruce's throbbing member from its confines. It springs forth, hard and heavy, glistening with precum. You wrap a hand around it, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. "Such a beautiful cock," you purr, admiring the shape and size of it. "I can't wait to see it buried deep inside me." Leaning forward, you capture Bruce's mouth in a searing kiss, your tongue delving in to tangle with his. As you break apart, panting, you position yourself over him, guiding his tip to your entrance. "Are you ready to claim your prize, pet?" Bruce lets out a low groan as his aching cock is finally freed from its prison, the sudden rush of blood making him dizzy with need. When your hand wraps around him, stroking firmly, he nearly sees stars, his hips thrusting up into your touch almost instinctively. "Mistress…" he breathes, the words both plea and praise. He kisses you back fiercely, pouring all of his pent-up passion into the embrace. When you break away, he chases your lips, whining at the loss of contact. But then he feels your heat pressing against his tip and all other thoughts flee his mind. "Yes," he growls, his hands flying to your hips, gripping tightly. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Mistress. I'm going to make you scream my name." A wicked grin spreads across your face at Bruce's words, his desperation only fueling your own desire. You sink down onto his thick length in one smooth motion, enveloping him in the tight, wet heat of your pussy. "Oh, I think you will," you tease, rolling your hips to take him even deeper. "But first, let's set the stage for your claiming." You rise up until just the head remains inside, then slam back down, impaling yourself fully on his cock. The force of the impact sends shockwaves through your body, and you cry out in ecstasy, relishing the feeling of being so completely filled. Over and over, you ride him hard, your breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and Bruce's guttural grunts.

Bruce throws his head back with a roar as you impale yourself on his cock, the sensation of your tight, wet heat engulfing him almost too much to bear. His vision whites out for a moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of it. When he comes back to himself, he's looking up at you with a gaze of pure, unadulterated lust. "Fuck, yes," he pants, his hands roaming over your curves, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. "Ride me, Mistress. Use my cock like the toy it is." He bucks up into you, meeting your downward thrusts with equal force, driving himself impossibly deep inside you. The room echoes with the lewd sounds of your coupling, and Bruce revels in it, letting go of all pretense and simply surrendering to the pleasure. "I'm yours." Your nails dig into Bruce's chest as you continue to ride him with wild abandon, the relentless pace sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerves. "That's right," you hiss, leaning down to nip at his earlobe before whispering hotly in his ear. "This body, this mind, this very soul - they all belong to me now." As if to emphasize your claim, you grind down hard on his cock, milking it for all it's worth. Bruce's fingers tighten on your hips, his grip bordering on bruising as he tries to hold on to something solid amidst the maelstrom of sensations. The pressure builds inside you, coiling tighter and tighter, until finally you crest the peak and come undone with a scream of bliss. Bruce feels your walls clench around him as you reach your climax, the rhythmic pulsing of your pussy pushing him closer to the edge. He grits his teeth, determined to hold off his own release until you've had your fill. But as your orgasm seems to go on and on, milking his cock for everything it's worth, he can feel his control slipping away. "Mistress," he gasps, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Please… I don't know how much longer I can last…" His hips buck erratically beneath you, seeking relief from the intense pleasure-pain of your relentless grinding. Sweat beads on his brow, and his muscles tremble with the strain of maintaining his position.

Feeling Bruce's restraint warning, you lean down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, silencing whatever pleas might have spilled from them. Your tongue explores the warmth of his mouth, tasting the sweetness of his desperation. You break the kiss only when you need to gasp for air, your breasts heaving against his chest as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm. Finally, when you're sure you've wrung every drop of pleasure from the encounter, you pull away from him, leaving him panting and spent beneath you. "There," you say with a satisfied smirk. "Wasn't that fun?" Bruce's breath comes in ragged gasps as he lies there, trying to process the intensity of what just happened. He looks up at you with a mix of awe, gratitude, and a hint of trepidation. "Fun?" he repeats, his voice hoarse. "I… I don't think 'fun' quite covers it, Mistress." He swallows hard, feeling the ache of unused arousal still coursing through his veins. "But yes, incredibly pleasurable. More than I ever could have imagined." He reaches up to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle compared to the roughness of your earlier passion. "Thank you," he says softly. "For trusting me enough to let go like that. For giving me the chance to serve you in such an intimate way." You notice the tender gesture and the softness creeping into Bruce's tone, a stark contrast to the dominant persona he usually exudes. It makes you feel a strange sense of warmth towards him, despite the power dynamic that exists between you. You place your hand over his, stilling his fingers against your cheek. "You did very well, Bruce," you praise, your voice low and approving. "I'm impressed by your control and your willingness to please me. It's not often I find a partner who can keep up with my appetites." You sit up, drawing your knees to your chest as you regard him thoughtfully. "Perhaps we should explore more of these…intimate services you can provide. If you're willing, of course." The offer is open-ended, leaving the specifics to his imagination. He sits up as well, moving closer to you until your thighs are touching. His hands come to rest on your knees, his thumbs gently stroking the sensitive skin there. I want to learn everything about how to please you, he continues, his eyes locked on yours. To become your most devoted servant in all matters of intimacy. I know it won't always be easy for me to submit so completely, but I'm willing to try. For you.

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donatellawritings · 11 months ago

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Hey sweetie, i'm so happy for cherry's latest update, tysm is beautiful, i love Richie in this. If i could suggest writing about Richie and how he should behave on Valentine's Day... I feel in my bones that he would do anything to do the best of the best for his girl.

ahh tysm! i’m so glad that your enjoying the series

richie would absolutely doing anything and everything in his power to make sure that you felt nothing, but love on valentine’s day. with the bear renovation proving to be a success, richie’s pockets were able to spread a bit more on this holiday. so, with help from natalie and sydney, richie was able to purchase the brightest bouquet of red long-stemmed roses, gourmet chocolates, and a dainty white-gold chain with a cross pendant, that perfectly mimicked his yellow-gold one.

he had been on the fence about buying you a ring, in all honesty, he felt as though he was a bit too old to buy you a promise ring, figuring that the next piece of jewelry that he would purchase would be n engagement ring, but that was for a later time.

putting his newly honed-in culinary skills to use, richie decided to make you a home-cooked meal, well-versed in the fact that he knew how much you preferred carefully planned and thought-out gestures, instead of superficial purchases and fancy dinners.

adjusting his rolled up sleeves, richie allowed the top three buttons of his black shirt to remain unbuttoned as he carefully set the table with your dinner of the evening: lobster ravioli with fresh bread (thanks to marcus) and two glasses of aged french wine.

richie carefully placed the bouquet of roses on the center of the dining table, chocolates resting in the fridge, while the jewelry box sat beside the vase. the sound of the front door opening, followed by the shrill of your voice brought a smile to the baby-blue eyed man’s lips.

“smells good in here, babe are you home?” you sang, your eyes widening in delight as you took in the sigh to your dinner table, “oh my god,” you whined sweetly.

richie stepped out from the kitchen, his arms opened as you turned to him with a sappy pout on your lips, “you did this for me,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he enclosed his arms around your waist, softly saying you side to side.

“y’deserve it, pretty girl, now eat before your food gets cold,” richie laughed, softly pulling away from you as his chest burned with pride at how amazed and teary-eyed you’d become.

you obeyed, blushing as richie followed you, pushing your seat in as you sat at the table, licking over your lips as you stared at the succulent pieces of ravioli that sat on your plate.

richie remained standing behind you, reaching over you to grab the jewelry box as you began to stick your fork into the stuffed pasta. richie couldn’t help but smirk cockily as you hummed in satisfaction.

“s’so good, babe,” you moaned.

“yeah?” he questioned, carefully placing the dainty chain over your chest, carefully moving your hair to one side as he clasped the lock on the chain, wordlessly making his way to his seat across from you.

a gasp left your lips as you lightly touched the cross pendant, your eyes welling with warm tears as you locked eyes with richie, “you got me a matching chain?” you whined, reaching your hand across the table, reaching for richie’s.

richie nodded, interlocking his fingers with yours, “anything for my pretty girl,” he rasped, pressing his soft lips to your knuckles, “happy valentine’s day, sweetheart.”

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brokendreamscreation · 4 months ago

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"You are safe with me." (From Michael) - @pupmusebox

Everything about the Celestial Realm is foreign to Lucid. The scenery, the people, the very clouds themselves. It is not the familiar and knowingly safe haven of his home, this is a wild and vast adventure spread before him. Yet the usual call to exploration and bliss is blatantly frozen, just like Lucid is now. Overwhelmed by this world he has been whisked away to. Blue wings quiver anxiously, his feet drawing nearer to the much taller angel until he is physically touching against Michael’s side. His eyes flick upwards, as though to silently ask “you are sure?”

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A Well-Ordered Love Story by Dira Sudis (dsudis) / @dsudis

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Part 1 Summary: Dream E. tipped well—absurdly well, sometimes, which was probably because Hob actually obeyed all the notes about things like Do not buy apples without sending a picture of them, I will tell you which I want and No other brand is an acceptable substitute on items like Sainsbury's own-brand custard creams. He would order half a dozen of the exact same frozen meal every week for months, then switch to a different one and be just as obsessed with it. There was only one kind��of honey he would accept in one size jar. Hob knew probably not only how he took his tea but how many cups of it he drank every day; he was forever forgetting to order teabags and then texting Hob at the last minute to add a box. Hob had taken to adding "Do you need tea?" to the standard "This is Robert G. and I'm shopping your grocery order" text.

Complex Maths by cuubism / @cuubism

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gatekeeper-watchman · 5 months ago

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Daily Devotionals for August 16, 2024

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 22:28 (KJV): 28 Remove not the ancient landmark, which thy fathers have set. Proverbs 22:28 (AMP): 28 Remove not the ancient landmark which your fathers have set.

Thought for the Day

This verse has both natural and spiritual implications. Landmarks in ancient Israel marked property boundaries. A stone, a stake, or other monument was used to establish and prevent infringement of property rights. A wicked person would remove a landmark, either out of coveting someone else's property or to mislead people in order to attack them. In Western cultures, a landmark has come to mean primarily some conspicuous object or building that serves as a guide to travelers. Therefore, this verse is telling us to respect the property rights of others, as well as the hereditary rights that our fathers have set up in the past. Neither should we tear down a marker that is used for guidance. This causes confusion and can cause people to lose their way. For instance, when I go back to my old home town, they have changed the streets and torn down old buildings. I cannot find my way around and must get a new map or ask a local person for directions. This does not mean we should not change things for the better - but with change we need to consider those who look for the old landmarks, and identify the old streets by leaving or referencing the old names.

Young Christians should respect their elders' boundaries. There are reasons for the boundaries, and the younger generation would be wise to honor them. This is actually part of obeying the commandment to honor our parents (Exodus 20:12). Young people, in their desire for independence, will often disregard their elders' advice, sometimes to their own detriment. Satan is trying to rid our nation of the ancient moral landmarks that our founding forefathers set in place, especially the Ten Commandments. He knows that without these standards in the earth, he will be able to destroy society. Without respect for authority, our world will be reduced to chaos.

The same can also apply to teachings. Some of the so-called "new" teachings in the Church are really not new at all, but old erroneous ones. They are "winds of doctrine" that toss people to and fro. The Lord gave the church apostles, prophets, evangelists, pastors, and teachers to help us walk in the right way, that we may mature in Christ. It is wisdom to listen to our godly church elders. "And he gave some, apostles; and some, prophets; and some, evangelists; and some, pastors and teachers; For the perfecting of the saints, for the work of the ministry, for the edifying of the body of Christ: Till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ: That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive; But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ" (Ephesians 4:11-14).

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, I thank you for the elders in my family, and also the church elders before me, who have paved the way for my life to be blessed. Even though I qualify for this office myself, may I always be childlike and humble in realizing that without my elders, I would not be one today. May I always honor and appreciate them. Help me to respect the young people in my life and not discard their ideas, but be able to embrace those ideas that come from You, not allowing pride to prevent me from recognizing the things You are giving them. Lord, may You restore the hearts of the fathers to the children in our day. I ask this in the name of Jesus. Amen From: Steven P. Miller, @ParkermillerQ, gatekeeperwatchman.org Founder and Administrator of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Group Thursday, August 15, 2024, Jacksonville, Florida., Duval County, USA. X … @ParkermillerQ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/Sparkermiller.JAX.FL.USA, Instagram: steven_parker_miller_1956 #GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO.

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walkswithmyfather · 1 year ago

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“Mathew 8:27 But the men marvelled, saying, What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him!

“There is absolutely nothing that can stand in the way of Jesus.

No enemy has the power He simply casts out demons.

No teacher or skeptic can stump him with a question.

No disease can withstand his call for healing.

Not even nature can baffle or threaten him.

He is not just a man

He is God's Son

He is Immanuel

God with us.

Until we go home to Him it is only then we will fully understand who He is. We can be secure that He will care for us and bring us to his home

Fear is not just being troubled with circumstances it also is the uncertainty about what will ultimately happen to us.

Jesus shows his disciples that their safety, their destiny, is under his command and nothing can withstand his grace offered to bless his disciples

Isaiah 43:2 When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.

There are sometimes times in our lives when we have been hit by blow after blow, and we feel depleted and also defeated. During these occasions, it is easy to lose all hope. The good news is God does not want us to live out our daily existence discouraged or hopeless so He has given us His word as a source of blessing and encouragement.

Deuteronomy 20:4 For the Lord your God is he that goeth with you, to fight for you against your enemies, to save you.

One of the most encouraging thoughts for you to know is that even when things seem the worst God is in control. He easily overcomes what feels impossible to us.

Every time we struggled with feelings of loss and defeat we have to remind ourselves so our hope can be restored.

1 Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

1 John 5:4 For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith.

God does not want us to be overcome by feelings of defeat and despair in spite of the crushing blows we receive. He has given us His powerful word full of encouragement and hope to strengthen us instead.

His will for us is that we live our lives in victory.

We all have battles that we fight every day . It might not be a physical war against other human beings, but rather our struggles may be against our own thought patterns, bad habits or weaknesses.

Sometimes these situations and circumstances that we face that are out of our control. When this occurs read Deuteronomy 20:4 this verse can fill us with hope and courage.

It reminds us that it is the Lord who goes with us to fight for us against our enemies whoever or whatever that may be. God not only fights for us but he also gives us the victory.

2 Samuel 22:18 He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them that hated me: for they were too strong for me.

Heavenly Father

Please act with Your strong power to still the storms in the hearts of those we love. Give them peace and calm and lead them to know that Jesus is their source of help. We ask You to replace our sadness with joy, defeat with victory, and weariness with praise. Help us when we feel defeated, weary or sad to focus on Your blessings in our life rather than on my circumstances. Remind us to praise You the Father at all times so we may obtain life and hope. We ask that You bring all things to our memory that concern You and Your plans in my life. Please increase our hope as we focus on Your Word. Help us to not be conformed to this world but transformed by the renewing of our mind. Strengthen and renew us in our innermost being. Destroy the fiery darts of the enemy that attempt to pierce our souls. May we always hear Your voice and obey Your will. Father, help us to overcome today fears. Thank you for the ones in our life that Love us. We praise You and Love You Lord in all circumstances. In Jesus’ name we pray

Amen.”

(Via)

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barrenclan · 11 months ago

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music time… rivers in the dust by radical face gives barrenclan vibes probablyyy because it’s about the dustbowl. ‘the highways are lined with graves like the fingernails of giants’ and ESPECIALLY ‘you wear a rose from yesterday like the world is green and overgrown / i wear a handkerchief around my mouth to keep the dust and ashes out’. i would also say west by radical face, its also about the dustbowl and the last verse reminds me of defiance (the dogs came at midnight)

Omg sam song recommendation... I'm so honored :] I love radical face's music so these are great!!

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He's so NIN, honestly.

"Getting a little erratic here And I don't know who to trust I guess they got a way of reading my mind I guess I got to adjust"

"And I got nothing to say It's all been taken away I just behave and obey I'm afraid I am starting to fade away"

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I like this leaning more into Rainhaze's fear, as opposed to the general apathy he's depicted with - cause he is really filled with terror, and that will definitely come back someday!

"Fear starts to manifest It grabs you by the neck Then says, "What do you think of death? Are you more than just flesh and bones? Will the ground forever be your home? Forever be unknown, forever be unknown"

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Ah, classic song, very good. I think some of it does fit him, although the romantic aspects don't as much.

"And my family has a way of getting under my skin And my family had a castle way back when I would have lived there if they had more male children"

"I don't think there is anyone under your skin Like a Cheshire cat I think that you are just a grin And I can feel you laughing, under my skin And the happy palpitations are making me... grin." <- talkin to Ranger

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I do like "Problems" with him - but I'd say "Wrecking Ball" is more like Deepdark, actually. Rainhaze's goal isn't really destruction as much as it is survival, but Deepdark's actions are active rather than passive.

"I am unruly in the stands I am a rock on top of the sand I am a fist amidst the hands And I break it just because I can"

"Let's break it (Just because we can) Deface it (Just because we can)"

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"You and me, we're not the same I am a sinner, you are a saint When we get to the pearly gates You'll get the green light, I'll get the old door in the face"

"I've found love in the strangest place Tied up and branded, locked in a cage I say I'm gonna stage a great escape Let loose a love all pent up and painfully out of place"

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What an interesting choice! I hadn't heard of this song, but it's very sad and sweet.

"Everyone said she was pretty She was not long in the city All alone, oh, what a pity Poor little maid"

"She went out one night Did this innocent divine With a nice young man Who invited her to dine"

"Now he's sorry that he met her And he nеver will forget her In thе future, he'll know better Poor little maid"

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#ask #music #rainhaze #asphodelpaw #deepdark

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scribeforchrist-blog · 3 months ago

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Relying & Obeying God

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ James 5:13 Is anyone among you suffering? Let him pray. Is anyone cheerful? Let him sing praise.

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ Genesis 18:25 Far be it from you to do such a thing—to kill the righteous with the wicked, treating the righteous and the wicked alike. Far be it from you! Will not the Judge of all the earth do, right?”

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM RIGHTEOUS

I AM HUMBLE

I AM GRACIOUS

I AM BOLD

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READ TIME: 7 Minutes & 39 Seconds

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THOUGHTS:

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God will always be righteous and gracious to us; we might not see it or understand his plans. We often look over what he does because we don’t get what he's trying to get us to see, and sometimes, we might not understand his plans. I can't sit here and say I understand what he wants of me, but when I seek him and ask him, "God, what do you want of me?" I can understand then because he reveals his plans for my life.

Abraham didn’t understand why God wanted to do this to this city, but he felt great compassion for the righteous there. He started asking God over and over about them because he couldn’t see how a mighty God would kill the righteous with the wicked.

Verse 26: The Lord said, “If I find fifty righteous people in the city of Sodom, I will spare the whole place for their sake.”

Abraham was so persistent in asking him repeatedly that he didn’t give up, and that’s what we must do in our lives. Keep asking and asking and figuring out what he wants from us. A lot of times, we don’t know because we feel well like well I didn’t get an answer and I must’ve been doing something wrong. Still, if we think about it, sometimes he wants us to keep asking so we can continue to communicate with him, and we don’t see it that way, but God loves every opportunity to communicate with his children.

Verse 27-28 then, Abraham spoke up again: “Now that I have been so bold as to speak to the Lord, though I am nothing but dust and ashes, 28 what if the number of the righteous is five less than fifty? Will you destroy the whole city for lack of five people?”

Abraham knew that he was nothing but dust and dirt; he knew he couldn’t and shouldn’t even ask God questions, but because God let him, he wanted to acknowledge that he knew he was nothing but ashes, but he had one more question, and he was so humble and some of us aren’t humble enough to see that we are nothing but ash too but we think so highly of our selves because of who we are, our bank account or where we live that we don’t have to listen to God or that we don’t have to acknowledge him as the mighty judge

Everyone one day will have to bow to him and confess the lord's name whether they want to, but what made Abraham so special to God because he was righteous? He strived to ensure that God knew he was there and listened to everything God said. He did just that. Are you listening to God? Have you acknowledged God in your life and his presence where you are? Each time I come into a room, I say, Holy Spirit, you're welcome into this place, you're welcome into this room, you're welcome into my heart because sometimes we don’t know with our actions, we don’t welcome him the way we should in our heart and in our home.

Verse 33: When the Lord had finished speaking with Abraham, he left, and Abraham returned home.

This shows that Abram was in God's presence, and God didn’t leave until they were through. God won't leave us, and God won't abandon us when we are in deep-soaking moments with him. We should enjoy them because God is always trying to show us who he is, and God just did that with Abraham. He showed him right there. He's the faithful, true judge of everything.

Persistence is what we should be when we talk to God every day; we shouldn’t give up if he doesn’t answer us ; we should always ask God constantly for things that we need , he loves when we communicate with him and rely on him., how many of you rely on your bank account? How many of you rely on your spouses? We must figure out who we rely on; and be totally relying on God, and Abram showed that in every part of his life, but once.

Genesis 16:1-2 Sarai told Abram, “The Lord has not allowed me to have children, so sleep with my slave. Maybe she can have a son, and I will accept him as my own.” Abram did what Sarai said.

He and his wife left God out of the plans they had because they had plans outside of God’s plans, Abram was always faithful to God and listened to him, but because of his disbelief, he allowed it to have more power over his life, this is a clear picture of what people do when they don’t rely on God, we have to rely on God even with the prayers we persistently pray we have to know he hears us and that he will do it at his time. God heard Abram even in this, but we must be obedient even if it hurts.

Genesis 17:1-2 When Abram was 99 years old, the Lord appeared to him. He said, “I am God All-Powerful. Obey me and live the right way. 2 If you do this, I will prepare an agreement between us. I will promise to make your people a great nation.”

God comes to Abram and tells him to obey me and live the right way; that’s all God wants from us, not to be robotic but to be obedient and rely on him; a lot of us rely on things that we shouldn’t; but if we say we walk with God no matter what the situation looks like we must obey God because he’s powerful and he’s our father.

***Today, we learned about being persistent about how powerful God is and who we must rely on; sometimes, it’s hard to rely on God because he doesn’t come when we want him to. We must understand that his time is the perfect time, and we must rely on him regardless of what we’re feeling. He wants us to come to him about anything. We also learned we need to pray for others when we pray and not just for ourselves. Sometimes, it’s not easy doing that, but we must do it.

1 Timothy 2:1 First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people

If today you have a problem with relying on God and being persistent and compassionate with your prayers, ask God to show you how to do this; ask him to change your heart and ask him to show you his will for your life a lot of times what happens we forget to seek him , God, wants us to follow him regardless ,are you following him today? Are you relying on his plan? Rely on God today and stay consistent through it all. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, thank you for today and for being faithful and loving. Lord, help us see your plan and not our own. Lord, help us to be persistent and compassionate for others. Lord, we give you our life, and we submit to you.We love you so much and thank you for your grace and mercy. Help us to grow in you in Jesus' Name Amen

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REFERENCES

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+ Acts 28:31 Proclaiming the kingdom of God and teaching about the Lord Jesus Christ with all boldness and without hindrance.

+ Ephesians 3:12 In whom we have boldness and access with confidence through our faith in him.

+2 Corinthians 3:12 Since we have such a hope, we are very bold,

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