#spreading the possessive ghost agenda here

[rusticfurnace]

//tw ⚠️: scars (implied knifeplay) his and only his

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

...Well I for one like the Seonghwa mommy agenda

𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 2024: 𝙉𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚

Pairing: Dom!Seonghwa x sub!fem reader

Content Includes: Mommy!hwa (it's been so long right?), comfort sex, food play, oral (fem receiving), sex on a table, slight mention of eating issues, 18+, kissing, possessiveness, protected sex (trying to make condom use sound appealing), clit play, aftercare

Word Count: 2.7K

You've been burnt out and struggling to eat the food Seonghwa has been making you lately and Seonghwa can't have that, he has to get creative.

'You eat your meal and Mommy will eat mine'

The soft glow of the evening filled the room, shadows dancing on the walls as you sat beside the bowl of soup Seonghwa had prepared. His long, dark hair fell softly over his forehead, framing his face as he flashed you a warm smile that made your heart flutter. The smell of the meal filled the air, and you could feel his energy wrapping around you—gentle yet firm, just like him.

He noticed the hesitation in your eyes, the way you glanced at the food, uncertainty flickering in your expression. Seonghwa carefully pulled the chair away so he could kneel in front of you, passing you the bowl of soup with a reassuring glint in his eye 'It’s okay, my precious, little star,' he whispered, kneeling closer, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. 'You can do this, and I’m right here with you.'

This happened a lot when you were exhausted from life, your appetite would wane and food became a struggle for you- to the point where everything would taste like cardboard or your joyful nature towards food evaporated completely.

It had been weeks since you and Seonghwa had made love as well, from you being too tired and Seonghwa feeling too guilty to express his need for you. His repressed desires edging to the surface as he saw you lick the spoon with your tongue, his cock already hardening and twitching in his pants.

He leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to your mouth, his breath warm against your lips. 'How about we make this a little easier?' His voice took on a playful edge, but his eyes were full of sincerity. He reached for the spoon, gently guiding a small bite towards your lips. 'For each bite, I’ll make sure you feel good, too. It’s just you and me, okay?'

You nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude for how understanding he was. He always seemed to know what you needed, even when you didn’t have the words to express it. You took the second bite, and as soon as you did, Seonghwa’s hand slipped down to caress your thigh, fingers tracing slow, soothing patterns. He leaned down, lightly pushing your oversized t-shirt up and around your hips, placing a gentle kiss against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making your breath catch.

'Good girl,' he murmured, the pride in his voice making you blush. 'You eat all your meal' He spoke as he dragged your hips to the end of the chair, gently but a little impatiently spreading your thighs open so your panties and heat were exposed to him.

'And Mommy will eat mine'

The bowl was small, only about the size of your palm but your motivation to eat the entire thing now had blossomed times infinity, your body was overly sensitive and touch-deprived from the lack of contact and with Seonghwa calling himself 'Mommy', you could feel yourself becoming more wet and aroused from the anticipation of what Seonghwa had planned for you.

As you took another spoonful, Seonghwa’s kisses moved further up your thigh, closer to where you craved his touch the most. His breath was hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers hastily removed your panties and you felt his lips ghost over your most sensitive spot, making you gasp.

'That’s it, keep going for Mommy,' he encouraged, his voice barely a whisper against you. You tried to focus on the food, but the feeling of his mouth so close made it almost impossible. Seonghwa’s lips pressed a soft kiss to your clit, his tongue darting out to tease you, slow and deliberate.

You took another shaky spoonful, and he rewarded you with a firmer lick, swirling his tongue around your clit in a way that made your back arch off the chair. The pleasure made your breath hitch, your body trembling as you struggled to focus on the task he’d given you. Your shaky laps of the soup, combined with the redness of your cheeks and your nipples peaking through your shirt- it was driving him up the wall with how turned on this moment was making him.

'So sweet for Mommy' Seonghwa whispered, his voice low and warm. He kept his mouth on you, each flick of his tongue a gentle encouragement as he watched you bring another piece of food to your lips. He didn’t rush, taking his time, wanting you to feel every little bit of pleasure as you finished eating.

Your body was so sensitive and your clit was throbbing, your hands beginning to shake as you held the bowl and your thighs trembling, his licks and circles using the tip of his tongue was enough to make your body needy for more- but not enough to give you the orgasm you were desperate to experience.

Your hand gripped the edge of the chair, trying to keep yourself steady as he continued, the sensations building and making your head spin. You could hear the soft, wet sounds of his tongue against you, the way he moaned softly whenever you squirmed in response to his touch.

'Almost there' You moaned out, referring to both the soup and how close you were to finishing on Seonghwa's tongue, looking down at Seonghwa with pleading eyes as Seonghwa's voice against your clit sent shivers down your spine.

'Finish your meal for me precious, and then Mommy will finish you'

He pressed the tip of his tongue against the underside of your clit, staring up at you with a teasing glance as you scraped your almost-last spoon of soup from the bowl, not even blinking once as he watched you shakily bring it to your lips, moaning as he suctioned his plush lips around your clit, accelerating you to the finish line.

When you finally managed the last bite, Seonghwa looked up at you, his dark eyes filled with pride. He kissed the inside of your thigh again, rubbing the outside of your thighs with tender swipes of his hands as he blew hot breath against your cunt, his hair fringing his lashes, framing his eyes that were blown out and hungry for more.

'You did so well, love,' he whispered against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. “Now, let Mommy take care of you.”

You hastily placed the bowl down as you watched Seonghwa lick his middle finger, spreading your thighs wider as you could feel the relief flow through your body from Seonghwa's next movements.

His middle finger tentatively prodded at your entrance, his free hand reaching to pull the clitoral hood back, exposing the aching bud in all it's glory as he suctioned his mouth over it, revelling in the way you tasted as his finger slid in to curve upward to your g-spot.

The sensation was overwhelming in the most heavenly of ways, feeling the coil of pleasure build up rapidly as your back arched against the chair once more, reaching down to coil your fingers through Seonghwa's hair as his moans further emphasised the experience.

'Mommy!'

You cried out in elation as you finished on Seonghwa's tongue, your cunt spasming and your moans of his name were enough to trigger him into a state of desperation, his hand reaching down to palm his aching cock over his sweatpants.

With a soft chuckle and gleeful smirk Seonghwa pulled away, the teasing glimmer in his eyes replaced by something deeper. The moment hung between you, charged with a gentle but needy anticipation. He stood, taking your hand and guiding you to your feet, the warmth of his touch igniting every nerve in your body.

'Come here,' he murmured, leading you to the dining table. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow, making the room feel intimate, cocooned in the soft scent of the meal and lingering sweetness of your shared moment.

He quickly places the empty food bowl and non-essential items down on the adjacent empty chair, leaving the table bare as he turns you to face him, his hands resting on your waist as he lifts you on the table. His breath mingled with yours, warm and inviting. 'Mommy wants to fuck you right here if you'll let me�� he whispered, his voice a sultry promise.

You nod, heart racing as he lifts the shirt over your body, cradling your head as he lays you down on the surface of the table, the coolness contrasting with the heat radiating from your bodies. He stepped between your legs, his long, dark hair falling over his shoulders, brushing against your skin as he leaned down for a kiss. The moment his lips met yours, you felt fireworks behind your closed eyes, a connection that pulsed between you like a living thing.

Seonghwa's hands explored your body, tracing the curves he loved so much, each touch igniting a fire within you. He kissed you deeply, slowly, savouring the taste of you like he had with the food earlier. As his lips moved down to your neck, trailing soft kisses along your collarbone, you could feel the world around you fading away, leaving just the two of you in this beautiful bubble.

'Tell Mommy what you need, precious. Tell Mommy what he wants to hear his precious, little star say' he murmured against your breast, his voice a low whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

You could barely find your voice, but you managed to respond, your breath jolting as his lips latch around your nipple 'I want you ahh! Mommy...I want you to fuck me here...want Mommy's love'

He lifted his head, locking his dark eyes onto yours, a mix of desire and tenderness shining through. 'Then let me give you Mommy's love'.

You shifted your hips downward and spread your legs wider as Seonghwa leaned back up, reaching into his pants pocket to pull out the well-placed condom as he opened the foil with his teeth.

It was in your plan to entice him as he pulls the clear lambskin over his shaft, cupping your breast with one hand and reaching down to draw circles on your clit with the other, gasps leaving you at the sensation.

The dim lighting of the room made Seonghwa look impossibly dreamy with his flushed cheeks, essence-stained lips, blown-out pupils and his skin covered with a sheen of exertion that made him glow under the room aesthetic, the black tank top he was wearing only emphasising his toned arms and delicate collarbones.

'You're going to be so tight around Mommy, I just know it, wanna feel you clench for me'

He groaned out, his voice coarse and deep as he wrapped your legs around his hips, grabbing the edge of the table for support and hovering over you as he placed the tip of his cock at your entrance, kissing you messily, smearing wetness from his tongue around your lips as he did so.

A wave of pleasure washed over you both as he entered you, filling the room with soft gasps and whispers of each other’s names. Seonghwa moved slowly at first, allowing you both to savor the connection, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you like a warm blanket. Every thrust was deliberate, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet affirmations that made you feel cherished, adored.

“Just like that, my precious, little star,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned back up, staring over you with the most lovesick of gazes, 'You're Mommy's perfect star' He praised in-between kisses 'You're perfect for me'.

You could feel the warmth pooling in your core, the rhythm of your bodies syncing as you moved together. The table creaked softly under you, the world around you disappearing until there was nothing left but the two of you and the shared warmth of your love.

As the pleasure built to a crescendo, you felt yourself tightening around him, a delicious wave of ecstasy crashing over you. Seonghwa didn't want to be called 'Mommy' every time you made love but each time it happened, both of you always finished more quickly.

Maybe it was the elemental surprise of it, it was Seonghwa's decision whether to use it or not, whenever you heard it from his lips- it would entice you to enter into a particular level of obedience and desire for his touch.

Maybe it was the taboo nature of it, the slight unconventionality behind it. Who'd have thought a man so dominant and aggressive would enjoy being called such a feminine and loving term under the sheets? (or on the table in this case).

Maybe it was the idea of your boyfriend, who usually fucked you hard and rough who became so soft and gentle when he's 'Mommy', who always showed his love through his meals, his care, his presence but showed it more so with his hands, tongue and cock when he's in this loving state that made your body burn with pleasure.

'I..Mommy..close..I need' You whined out, your voice cutting off as a particularly deep thrust, your grip tightening around his back and your muscles aching from the exertion.

'I know precious' Seonghwa teasingly trailed his fingers down your side, his voice having a slight mocking tone to it as he pressed his fingers against your clit with a firm pressure.

'Mommy knows you need me to touch your puffy, little clit so you can cum right?'

A trapped groan left his chest as he felt you clench around him, it felt like he had only been inside of you for minutes before he was ready to bust, his thrusts faltering as he tried to achieve his goal.

'I'll always take care of what belongs to Mommy' His voice cracking as he spoke, his voice husky, coarse and deep as his suave persona began to shatter, his raw, untapped feelings shining through.

'Because you belong to me in ways you don't even realise, you're Mommy's precious, little star and no matter what, your heart and soul and this tight cunt of yours will always be mine'.

Seonghwa didn't want you calling him 'Mommy' often because it made him feel vulnerable, made him reveal hidden feelings towards you he didn't even know were inside of him.

Maybe it was how caring the term made him feel, how being called 'Mommy' made him want to protect you from the world, to pull you into his skin and hold you tight in his heart.

Maybe it was how obedient and vulnerable you looked when you called him that, how big and glassy your eyes would become, how you gave yourself to him freely and how trusting you were of him- that it made his soul ache with passion and cock harden with need every time he was on top of you.

'Mommy..I'm cum-' Your voice broke into a whimper as you released all over his cock and fingers, your hands clutching at his arms as you shuddered underneath him.

Seonghwa followed suit shortly after, praising and whispering how proud he was of you, his body shuddering against yours and he released with a whine of your name, both of you surrendering to the moment- enjoying the blissfulness of it.

Afterward, he collapsed over you, breathless and glowing with a contentment that made your heart swell. He pulled you into his arms, nuzzling his against your chest, the two of you tangled together on the table.

'Are you okay, precious?' he asked softly, kissing your skin softly.

You smiled, your heart full. 'More than okay. I’m perfect.'

Seonghwa pressed a gentle kiss to your mouth a soft smile gracing his lips. 'Good. Because I love you, even when times are hard, you need to know I'll always be here'

As you lay there in the fading candlelight, wrapped in each other's warmth, you knew this moment was only the beginning of your journey together, filled with love, understanding, and an unwavering bond that would always guide you to the love of your life, to your home.

To your Mommy and to Mommy's precious, little star.

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[xythlia]

↳ MEA CULPA

Latin - an acknowledgement of ones fault or error, often said in apology

› my contribution to the sicko satoru agenda brought to u by nyquil & fever dreams <3

› yandere satoru x f!reader

› word count : 2.5k+

warnings : rilegious imagery, masturbation f & m mentioned, voyeurism, stalking, panty stealing, home invasion technically, hes mad obsessive, noncon revoked consent, taking advantage of a drunk person, alcohol consumption, satoru is a bit of a sadist & a masochist to me, creampie, prone bone, backshots, reader has hair long enough to pull, installing spyware on someone's phone

If there is such a thing as a soulmate Satoru knows you're his. Knew it from the very first moment he saw you buying coffee on that mid thaw spring day. He hadn't been able to ignore the ever growing thump of his heart in his ears, hadn't been able to forget the way you looked, nor how your eyes had lingered on him for a second longer than what was considered polite. The instant intrigue had him snared, helpless against the trap that was you.

Without a doubt you're what keeps his heart beating.

The sweetness that permeates your whole being sates him better than any treat could hope to. He sees it in the way you often chat with your next door neighbor if you two pass by either coming or going, a kind smile on your face or even an indulgent giggle here or there. Its in the way you stop to pet a stray cat on your walk back to your car, scratching under its chin as you coo at it.

He'd be lying if he said it didn't make something ugly twist in his gut, it should be him that gets to hear your laughter, him that you fawn over and speak so softly too. It's jealousy, he's aware enough to recognize it but couldn't ever bring himself to admit it makes his jaw clench and his fingers ache to cause some unfortunate mishap with your neighbor. The little cat would find itself whisked to a shelter, no longer diverting your attention on your way home.

But by far his favorite thing about you, and what makes him forget all about that foul envy constricting around his mind like a cobra, is seeing you in the waning hours of the evening when your bedroom glows faintly orange from the soft lamp at your bedside.

Never had the act of undressing looked so religious. His hands shake with pure need, the need to trace every plane of your skin and map you with his lips. When you lay down his breath catches in his throat, your hand disappearing between your legs has him groaning softly from just beyond the windowpane.

Self pleasure as some divine ritual with him as the figure observing the rite, breathless at every expression you make while your fingers play with your pussy until you're cumming and your lips part. He hopes his name will be the prayer that completes the sacrament, that one day he'll be lapping up your arousal to drip like wine down his throat instead of feeling himself spill into his own hands outside the confines of your home.

Still, Satoru finds your most convenient quality is that you don't possess much situational awareness. You never notice the aquamarine eyes peering into your window, nor the second shadow that follows you down streets. He's abundantly thankful you've never noticed a presence in your home: the one that switches on a second alarm so you're never over sleeping, or how many pairs of your underwear have been stuffed into his pockets, and have never woken to his lips ghosting over your forehead as you rest.

The feeling you give him is like when swallowing a shot of tequila, the straight burn up and down the throat and the accompanied warmth that spreads in the cheeks and chest. He almost giggles as he traces a finger along the bridge of your nose in the hazy dark of your bedroom, a lovesick smile on his face.

Getting you here hadn't been a big task at all, it's jarring how open to suggestion you are when you're drunk. It was easy, with smooth words and his natural overconfident air, to make you believe in a matter of seconds that of course he knew the friends that had left you at the bar. Of course, he'd been there all along, you must not have noticed silly girl. You were so cheery getting into his car, so open and gregarious. All too happy to have the convenient ride home.

"Have we met before?"

The question had stopped him dead, it felt like the second an airplane cockpit experiences violent decompression: all air sucked out and the flight left doomed.

That is, until he turned at the red light to see you drunkenly ogling him. Your eyes, even unfocused from the booze, didn't fail to notice that he was tall, well built, nor did it escape him the way you looked a second too long at his crotch and thighs. It made him feel like a blushy teenager again, the magic of you.

"Hm, maybe here or there," he said noncommittally, after all he had to keep up appearances as a mutual friend.

"Well, I'd remember someone as gorgeous as you," you giggle, clearly feeling the liquid courage blooming inside your head. Fortunate that it also blotted out your memory of seeing him at the coffee shop in the very beginning.

It was adorable, Satoru swears he's never seen anything on this earth as whimsically beautiful as you.

After a bit of flirtatious banter coupled with the drive lulling you into a drunken stupor he gets you right where he wants you: hanging off his arm like he's all that kept you standing as he guided you to your house. Luckily you never stopped to ask how he knew where your house was to begin with.

His lips find yours as soon as he walks you into your bedroom, the tang of leftover liquor on your tongue does nothing to dampen how sugary you taste. It made his head spin, cradling you in his arms and keeping you so firmly pressed against himself it was as if he were trying to merge you two completely.

You'd been just as starved, fingers winding through his ghost white hair and it had made his brain short out- touching you so freely was something he'd only fantasized about for the last six months, only allowing himself the barest of touches when he would slip into your already familiar bedroom, and this time there was no anxiety fizzing on the edges of his mind.

"Satoru," you'd sighed against his lips, nuzzling your nose to his while his saliva glistened on your lips. You'd pressed back into him, hands roaming his muscled back as he pressed sloppy, open mouth kisses to your throat. Your voice had been so low with lust it made him hard instantly, straining against his pants.

Visions danced across his mind, the way you'd sound beneath him, the way your ass would feel in his hands, what it would feel like to grope your chest and finally, finally be inside you, making you squeeze around his cock and cum until you're braindead. It was all right there, you were right there for the taking.

"Please just fuck me," you whined against his cheek and he could've cum before you finished speaking. Its the four words he ached to hear, they made him groan against your bruised skin as his hands slipped beneath your shirt to snake upwards, squeezing your breasts through your bra.

Desperation practically bled from his hands as he pushed you down onto the bed, grinning wildly climbing over you, his tongue sliding across yours as he tugged down your pants and underwear, yanked up your top and nearly ripped the bra from your chest.

You'd yelped into his mouth, clearly hadn't anticipated his movements to mimic those of an over eager animal tearing into prey. It hadn't deterred you though, hunger the constant note in all of the frantic little movements of your hands and the way your lips moved against his, all teeth and spit. He only reluctantly broke the kiss to yank his own shirt off, biting your bottom lip a little too hard in the process.

"You don't know how fuckin' hard you make me," he'd groaned leaning back over you, biting and sucking along the tops of your breasts, "How badly I've wanted you."

You were too overloaded by lust and liquor to catch exactly what he'd said, reaching for the waistband of his pants before palming his cock through the material. To him it was downright romantic and he'd made no move to stop you as you worked them open, wriggling them down with his boxers enough to let his cock spring free in your grasp.

Being that hard was painful, almost heart attack inducing. Your glossy eyes had widened, lips parting cutely in surprise as you'd taken in the way he was flushed pink with precum oozing from the tip to smear onto your fingers.

"You're massive," you'd mumbled, an adrenaline shot to his ego like no other. He'd even throbbed in your grip at your words.

His lips met yours in another tidal wave of desire, moaning into your mouth as you stroked him while his fingers frantically dipped down to spread your slick folds, rubbing circles around your clit to make you gasp and arch your back. So caught up in it you hadn't even heard what he whispered against your lips.

"You're even better than I thought you'd be."

His fingers became coated in arousal as he flooded you with the plush feeling of pleasure, his tongue exploring your mouth so thoroughly it was as if he'd been committing the map of it to memory. The way you stroked his cock had him impatient, rutting into your hand and whining each time your thumb would rub against his swollen tip.

"I need to fuck you," he whined in a daze, sounding almost close to tears, hips aching and eyes taking on a fishbowl perspective towards the string of spit connecting your mouths.

You rubbed his thigh, hand slowing its motions on his shaft. "Please-"

The word barely escaped your lips before he was gently replacing your hand with his own, sliding between your folds and encouraging you to hold your legs by the back of your thighs as he nudged at your entrance. "So beautiful," he choked out watching the way his cock disappeared inside your pussy, your walls constricting around him in a steady, massaging rhythm.

He'd had to focus hard on his own breathing to make sure he didn't cum inside you right then. "Gonna treat you so well, I promise-" the bite of your nails against his shoulders made him wince, but he'd take any pain so long as it came from your hands.

Pressing your chests flush together, his pubic bone grinding against your clit, his rhythm slow and deep as he'd pressed his forehead to yours and let himself become unmoored in your lust blown eyes, a willing drowning victim.

It was all he's wanted, and he never wanted it to end.

To him heaven is just a word, the real thing lives inside you, taking form in the way your pussy clenches around him, the way you moan and toss your head back into the mattress, the way the moonlight from the window plays across your skin and makes you look otherworldly beneath him.

You whined his name, hips rising up to meet his thrusts as you rubbed your clit and your eyes rolled back while Satoru had wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking hard and scraping with his teeth just to hear you yelp and feel you claw at his skin again.

What no one realizes about him is the longing for pain, both giving and receiving. What you don't know specifically is that there's nothing that can give him that, nothing he would allow except you. What could be more devotional than that, in his mind?

Its what makes him pause, ignoring your whines as he slips out in fact nearly ignoring you altogether, drunk off your body and a fervor that grips his mind like madness. The desire to both give and receive, all things in balance. He guides you to turn over, roughly pushing your ass up and forcing your head down into the duvet.

His mind had been entirely clouded, too focused on needing to see your soaked cunt greedily swallow him whole. It was mesmerizing, both the sight and the way your body grips him like it'll never let go again while the mess of slick against your inner thighs glints in the moonlight. Starved and desperate he fucked you without care, fingers digging into your hips and ass so hard bruises would stain your skin like watercolors, showing the exact position on his fingers come morning.

"I'm gonna make you cum, angel, all over my cock," he panted through rough, recklessly deep thrusts. He leaned down so one hand could fist in your hair, a cruel grip that had you crying out in pain. It was a sickening sort of thrill that overtook him watching your hands flail blindly above your head before scratching and gripping at his hand.

Now it's you who knows what it's like to be caught in the snare.

"Stop! It hurts!" You'd sobbed out, but he was beyond the point of stopping, beyond the point of reason. He did make an effort to placate you, pressing you down into prone bone flat to the bed and leaving messy kisses on the back on your neck but it was in the distinct tone of forgiveness.

You don't hold out much longer, sobbing and nearly wailing as your abused cunt spasmed around his throbbing length, liquid dripping down from the base of his cock to smear against his and your thighs as he fucked you through it before being unable to last against the onslaught of your pulsing walls, burying himself inside you and filling you up with hot, sticky spurts of cum.

He'd stayed pressed against you, laying on top of you for a while, simply listening to your sniffles as he fiddled with your hair. Really Satoru was loath to pull out of you, pull away from you.

Every silent pass of his fingers against your skin was an apology, and eventually those teary sniffles had subsided into even, deep breaths as sleep closed it's fingers around you instead.

So the moment had passed, the rope cut so that the rabbit might yet run out of sight, it's heart pounding and leg twinging in pain.

He'd been lost in reliving it already, coming back to himself and placing a chaste kiss to your lips as he tugged his shirt back on and made sure you were in a comfortable position beneath the duvet he'd tucked you into.

Of course he'd also taken a moment to unlock your phone with your index finger, installing just a tiny little program that would allow him to get copies of all your phone activity.

One last kiss to your temple before he slips out the door, down the hallway, and back into his car.

One last silent query of forgiveness.

[mlmxreader]

Nowhere To Run | Simon Ghost Riley x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Ghost

3 “Don’t you fucking threaten me, sunshine”

46 “You’re mine, only mine”

100 . “What if we get caught?” “Let ‘em watch” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Ghost isn't happy when he brings you along with him to a gala, only to find that everybody has eyes for you.

: ̗̀➛ anal sex, sex without lube, praise kink, light choking kink, mentions of free use kinks, threats of violence, swearing, possession kink

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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It all started out just fine. Just a small little gala hosted to celebrate the end of the year where servicemen could bring their partners and everyone could relax for once, but as you stood beside Ghost, you could feel him getting more tense by the second. He wasn't happy, clenching his jaw as he glared at everyone who dared to look at you for even a second too long.

It wasn't that he was usually jealous, and nor was he often possessive either, but what he didn't appreciate was the way that people so obviously ogled you. Their eyes shamelessly raking over your body even when their spouses were stood right next to them.

Sure, Ghost knew you looked good, and in fact, that was the reason why you were both late to attend as it was; but as you clung to his arm, you couldn't help but to notice someone looking at you in a way that you didn't like. You tugged at Ghost's arm, clearing your throat to grab his attention; he immediately focused it on you, cocking a brow.

"Over at your three o'clock," you mumbled softly.

"What about it?" He asked quietly.

"Just..." you let out a sigh. "It's making me feel weird."

Ghost looked, clenching his jaw tightly; he could see Otter checking you out shamelessly, even making a few gestures for you to follow and to go over to him.

Letting you go, Ghost nodded over to where Price and Laswell and her wife were, and told you to stay with them while he dealt with it; you weren't sure what he was going to do, but you still headed over to them regardless.

They made you feel safe, and always had done; the same way that walking into a friend's house immediately did the same.

ut Ghost had a different agenda, and quickly grabbed Otter by the scruff of his neck, scowling.

"Listen here, sonny Jim," Ghost growled softly. "If I catch you looking at my partner again, I'll bang you out."

Otter scoffed, shaking his head as he grinned. "C'mon, Riley, you can't really expect to being someone that good looking and have no one look!"

Ghost's grip tightened, causing Otter to buckle slightly. "I will rip your throat out... they are spoken for."

Squirming, Otter tried to break free as he snapped. "Oi! Get off me, I'll fuckin' shank you!"

"Don't you fucking threaten me, sunshine," Ghost said calmly, subtly pressing a knife to Otter's stomach with ease. "I've dealt with worse than you... lay off."

Without another word, Ghost let him go, dusting his hands off after putting his knife back; calmly and nonchalantly, he made his way back to you, quickly thanking Price, Laswell, and Mrs. Laswell before pulling you aside.

Ghost didn't waste much time in all honesty, pulling you into the bathroom and locking the door behind him; he pressed you against it, hungrily kissing you as you grinned and tugged him closer. Groaning softly under his breath, Ghost ground his hips against yours, sneaking his hand between your bodies so that he could feel just how needy you already were for him.

"Fuck," he whispered out. "It's a shame there's nowhere to run..."

"I don't mind here," you told him quietly, your words fanning across his lips. "If you don't."

Ghost hummed, kissing you softly. "What if we get caught?"

"Let 'em watch," you chuckled with a shrug, licking your lips. "Maybe then they'll stop looking at me."

He grinned, shaking his head fondly as he stole another kiss, bringing you over to the sink and coaxing you onto it; when you spread your legs, he immediately stood between them, his hands on your thighs as he pressed his face to the side of your neck.

"Just the tip," you whispered, giving him the puppy dog eyes. "Right?"

Ghost nodded, swallowing thickly. "Just the tip."

You kissed him quickly, getting off of the sink and bending over it; he didn't waste much time, pulling your trousers and underwear down before pressing his hard and slightly swollen tip to the entrance of your asshole. You immediately pushed back against him, breathing heavily as you started to touch yourself.

"Simon," you whimpered.

"I know," he grumbled, slowly stroking himself. Grabbing the sink to steady himself as he let out a shaky breath. "Just the tip..."

"Just the tip," you agreed, pushing back against him.

But neither of you could resist, and although it was painful and you had to catch your breath for a few moments, you allowed Ghost to enter your ass; it stretched, a slight burning sensation making you call out his name under your breath as you gripped the nearby metal taps until your knuckles audibly clicked.

"Simon," you panted softly. "Fuck me, please..."

"I got you," he growled, waiting to make sure that you weren't in too much pain before he slowly started to thrust into you before pulling back slightly.

His head tilted back when he felt your ass clench around him, making him mutter your name as a soft prayer; you felt so good, and he couldn't help himself. It wasn't even the first time it had happened, either.

There had been so many times where Ghost had told you that it would be just the tip of his cock, and then a few minutes later he would be fucking your tight asshole until you were screaming his name and biting the sheetsheet.

Until you were sobbing and begging for more; so cockdrunk that drool streamed from the corner of your lips and little more than animalistic grunts and growls left your throat.

Yet every time, you loved it so much. The feeling of his skin slapping against yours, the sound of it. The stench of sex mixing with his aftershave and his cologne. The sound of skin hitting skin mixed with grunts and growls and howls and whimpers, soft whispered praises and growled out encouragement.

The soft squelch when he fucked his own cum back into you, breeding you and making sure that you were so stuffed that it was impossible for it not to leak out; the way he smiled and kissed you so gently upon admiring his handiwork.

Fuck. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you guided his hand to your throat, wrapping his fingers around the delicate skin. Not caring that it would be tender later on.

You were always so needy for him, and that was why you and Ghost had an agreement when you were at home together; if you wore your Friday the 13th hoodie, Ghost knew that it meant that he could do whatever he wanted to do to you. He still asked, though, and he always made sure that you knew what to do if you wanted him to stop; three taps to the left thigh.

Four to the right shoulder. Punch whatever surface you're on. The word "Panzer". You always knew what to do if you wanted him to stop, even if it was just to switch positions. Ghost trusted that you would always feel safe enough around him to do it, no matter how cockdrunk and needy for his cock you were.

But he wasn't going to last long, and he could tell. You just felt so good, and there wasn't enough time for him to properly worship every inch of your body how he usually preferred to; you both had to be quick, but he did have an idea, and he quickly leaned forward so that his lips were right by your ear, his voice low and hoarse.

"I'm gonna cum in you," he started, "and just to prove that you're mine, only mine, I want you to leave it... don't wash it out until we get home... that alright?"

You nodded, whimpering at the mere thought. "Yes! Please! Fuck!"

"Good," he praised softly, rewarding you with a soft kiss to the temple before pulling back and continuing to fuck you.

In all honesty, you were just about ready to cum yourself; closing your eyes tightly as you felt your legs spasm and shake beneath you, your grip on the taps faltering as you panted heavily. Drooling and panting with your tongue lolling from your mouth.

But Ghost didn't stop, not until he could finally feel himself cum; his thighs shook as he paused, bracing himself against the sink as he slowed the movements of his hips and grunted your name gently under his breath. A sweet, sinful, prayer. That was all it took, you were right behind him and finished off by the time he pulled out.

Turning you around, Ghost kissed you softly, holding your face in his hands gently as he smiled. "Y'alright?"

You nodded, catching your breath for a moment. "We should do this more often."

Laughing, he shrugged as he tilted his head to the side for a brief moment. "Maybe... c'mon, I'll help you get ready and we'll head back out, yeah?"

"Yeah," you breathed out. "Just... let me catch me breath."

[potteresque-ire]

On the Hong Kong Protests

2019-08-17

I rarely talk about myself here, but I’m a Hong Konger, born and raised. I moved to the US a long time ago, but the city will always be my home. 

I’ve been following the news there closely these two months. I haven’t slept well. I’m perpetually stressed. I’m both sad and happy, both frightful and hopeful.

Sad and frightful because of what the protests have come to. The violence, the sheer rage and animosity burning on the streets. Watching where tear gas and rubber bullets land every week is a strange way to revisit childhood memories, but here I am. 

Happy and hopeful because Hong Kongers are finally standing up to what believe in. Hong Kongers, in my mind, have always been somewhat apathetic when it comes to politics, perhaps because they’ve never had much say in their fate. They've been mostly quiet--until now.

They roar. 

I’m with the protestors. They are fighting for self-determination, for the freedoms they were promised in the 1984 Sino-British Joint Declaration (which led to the return of the former British crown colony to China in 1997), for the transparency and true social order--one that was borne out of respect for the rule of law and not of oppression, state-sponsored violence or white terror--that had made the city such a beautiful, phenomenal place to live. 

I’m posting this because the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) has turned on its propaganda machine in full force, and I feel obliged to say something about what I know.

What a turbo-charged CCP propaganda machine means is this: many of you will be faced with what Hong Kong and Taiwan see every day--a massive influx of social media posters who are on CCP’s payroll, whose task is to push a script written by the CCP. A script that is mostly fictional, filled with half-truths and lies. The script on Hong Kong has evolved into this: the Hong Kong protestors are violent rioters who lack popular support and above all, are terrorists and separatists. These terms are chosen to make the Western world withdraw their sympathy. They’re also designed to further fan the hatred between mainland Chinese and Hong Kongers, to ensure that the former would see what’s going on in Hong Kong as something nefarious, rather than an outcry against the ills of their common rule. To fuel the nationalist sentiment that has been propping up the mainland regime as its economy deteriorates.

Tactics of these paid social media posters include: dumping multiple posts in a thread, often repeated messages that make little sense beyond swear words and nationalistic battle cries, which quell any reasonable discussions; making death- and doxxing- threats, especially if the target is a Chinese speaker; claiming freedom of speech as they spread lies and attack their opponents, knowing that Westerners treasure their freedom of speech and are wary of trampling upon it especially when it comes to the voice of foreigners, so they get to be the loudest and drown out rival opinions. (Australians may know that this tactic has moved beyond social media: pro-Beijing supporters have physically attacked peaceful rallies in support of the Hong Kong protests, to the praise of the Chinese embassy). The meeker ones would insist that Westerners lack understanding of the situation; who are you to know what’s going on in Asia? The internal affairs of the vast People’s Republic of China? They claim that they, who’re Chinese like the Hong Kongers and Taiwanese possessed by their government, have first dibs on the truth.

Please remember this: the truth is the one thing these posters don’t have. News in the People’s Republic of China is completely censored, to a degree perhaps unimaginable for most in the West. Media outlets in China have not reported at all about the anti-extradition bill movement that had started the Hong Kong protests, about the massive but peaceful demonstrations that had only gone unheard, about the many lies the government has told before and since (the extradition bill hasn’t been withdrawn; “being dead” is not a legal term), and above all, the unprecedented police brutality that have caused the young protestors, angry and terrified, to retaliate as a means to defend themselves, knowing that the local police is now part of the CCP political machine (the Hong Kong government is officially no more than a puppet) and is working with the mafia, both local and from China, to hunt and beat protestors down (Note: Hong Kongers do not carry firearms). 

Western reporters at the scene have called the situation chaotic, a mayhem, but I’d like to emphasize this: the protestors have, so far, not looted one shop; their targets have remained singly focused on the locations and people that they saw as symbolic of those responsible for the betrayal of Hong Kong, as snitches working on CCP’s orders. The chambers of the Legislative Council (equivalent to the Congress / Parliament; they didn’t even touch the library). The HK police and its headquarters. The “ghosts”, as locals call them: police / soldiers sent from the mainland dressed in Hong Kong police’s uniform (such that CCP can deflect accusations of interference); fake reporters who’ve mingled among the protestors to take photos for later identification and arrests. This laser-focus may not hold for long: police officers have increasingly been spotted donning the attire of protestors to stir up emotions and excess violence, even plant evidence in the protestors’ belongings (caught on live feeds). The “reporter” from the mainland who was beaten up at the airport last week, who has since been hailed as a hero in Chinese state media and Chinese social media cycles, is very likely such an example of CCP's attempt to destroy the protests from within. Mr Fu drew the ire of the protestors because he possessed the same blue “I love HK” t-shirt worn by a group of thugs who’d beaten up protestors several nights before, thugs who appeared to be of the same crop as those who’d attacked subway passengers indiscriminately on July 21st with the implicit blessing by the police and several prominent pro-Beijing figures. Global Times, the state propaganda tabloid, later claimed the man works for them--hence his “reporter” status--but the man didn’t own a press pass. Many have since suspected, from his unusual behavior leading to his “detainment” and beating by the protestors (he wore the fluorescent vest worn by reporters, then claimed to be a tourist, then tried to run away), that his presence was planned with the intention of making the protestors fall into CCP’s script of acting like violent rioters in front of the international press--and it worked. The incident was widely reported. 

The beating was wrong, and the protestors had willingly chosen to fall into the trap. But were their suspicion, their rage and fears completely unfounded? The clip has gone viral with the push from Chinese-sponsored social media posters as evidence of the protestors’ brutality. What about the context?

Related to this, please consider: a powerful weapon that CCP has, that Hong Kong and most countries do not, is the sheer number of people at its disposal. People it can coerce, bribe, brainwash, and unleash onto Facebook and Twitter etc, derail conversations and force opinions their way. Social media is, by definition, run by the masses. CCP has the masses.

So, please, please don’t be led by the mass when reading news surrounding the CCP, and now, Hong Kong. Please doubt the things you hear on social media, even if the voice seems the loudest, even if it seems to be the majority. Even if its English is perfect. Even if it claims to originate from Hong Kong--Westerners are not trained to detect the subtle difference in language use between the two places, but speaking as an observing Hong Konger, pro-CCP posters playing Hong Kongers in social media threads are very common occurrences. Go through the facts. Watch videos longer than a few seconds that capture the context. Think. Do not trust anyone. Do not trust me.

Please choose a reliable news source. New York Times (US) and The Guardian (UK) have been following Hong Kong’s protests closely from the start. TIME magazine has also done some in-depth coverage: its latest Asia edition presents a decent summary of the root causes of the protests. Also of note: the majority of Hong Kong’s local press, such as the English-speaking South China Morning Post (SCMP), have been bought out by capitalists affiliated with the CCP (SCMP is owned by Alibaba). Outlets from Taiwan and South East Asia (Singapore, Malaysia etc.) are often CCP-friendly as well for similar reasons. These outlets aren’t as outwardly pro-CCP as the Chinese state-run People’s Daily or Global Times, but they can be very skewed, if not lying, when the actions of CCP itself come to focus. 

For those who’d like to watch the happenings live, relatively free from the filters by news agencies and their political agenda, here’s a link. Videos will appear whenever events and live feeds take place:

https://ncehk2019.github.io/nce-live/

Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you’ll consider following the news of Hong Kong, listen to what the people are fighting for and judge for yourself where you stand. Yes, it’ll look ugly at times. Yes, you’ll see the protestors act rashly, out of anger and fear and despair. You’ll see them make mistakes, do things that make you frown, think they’ve gone too far. And if you’re planning to travel there, their actions may cause major inconveniences. I hope you’ll still choose to stand with them--do you know they've actually gone out and apologized for their behavior in the airport? Visited the subway station where the police had fired tear gas and cleaned up the toxic residue? Would rioters or terrorists do that? 

The protestors are up against one of the most brutal and inhumane regimes in modern history, and they have no leaders, no precedence, no army, no funds, no backing of any kind other than popular support, other than a pure and simple faith that their actions will defend their homes and future. This isn’t a regime they can vote out in the next election. This isn’t even a regime with which they can have a conversation or make humble demands (the Five Demands of the protestors are almost laughably simple). The path the protestors have taken these two months has been made one step at a time; they’re learning, feeling their way out of the dark as they go. Because the movement is largely driven by social media, people like myself with a command of the local language can sometimes catch a glimpse of how the decisions unfold; it’s messy and loud and fascinating. It’s an experiment on direct democracy.

Do I agree with the protestors’ every action? No. But they’re the ones fighting the fight; they're the ones showing the strength, the courage that my generation, and the generations before me, didn’t have. They’re fighting because older generations like my own saw every warning sign of CCP’s encroachment but didn’t do enough, say enough. For me, one of the most heartbreaking photos of the protests was shot on July 1st, of a graffiti on a pillar in the trashed Legislative Council: it’s you (the government) who taught me that peaceful demonstrations are useless. This was a lesson they learned; this is a lesson many Hong Kongers have learned this summer. And most of these protestors have to face this knowledge so young; 700+ have been arrested so far, most in their late teens and 20s (youngest: 13). Rioting carries a sentence of 10 years; now that their “crimes” have been escalated to terrorism and treason, one can only imagine how horrific their sentences will be, the treatment those arrested are facing, even now, in detention before the trial. This is the price they’re willing to pay, for the right to self-determine, for the freedoms that should’ve been theirs all along. And the only way they can “win”, if their victory is only that the last cry of Hong Kong can be heard before CCP clenches its throat (which it will undoubtedly do), is if the West pays attention to what’s happening. 

Please do. Please help.

香港加油。天佑香港。

God bless Hong Kong.

[the-tormented-writer]

Fallen

A/n- this is a repost. Apparently nothing can post on tumblr correctly the first time. Many years ago, you sold your soul to a Demon. When he takes your soul he invests it and returns to share the profits. @Writing-prompt-s A/N- this got a lot more serious than I had anticipated Demon!James Barnes x Soulless!Reader AU ——————————- “Ah angel face,” You hear over the calm chatter at the bar. The pet name almost sounds like a hiss, making you turn your face to the side. “So this is where you’ve been hiding.” The strangers voice grabbed the attention of the drunken crowd, brushing flakes of fallen snow from his long trench coat. He shook it once, twice letting the door slam behind him. You drop your head in defeat, and close your eyes. After everything that happened today, today of all days, you’d have to deal with this. This one voice you had hoped to never hear again- ever. Your head pounded from work and all you wanted was to drink your sorrows away, before heading back to your dingy motel room for the night. There was lot you needed to do already, apparently someone else had other plans. Without turning around you knew the man was headed for you, it was only a matter of time. His tall dark figure pauses a moment when you signaled the bartender. He mimics the movement, taking up a seat beside you. The bar regulars slowly tore their eyes away from the newest guest resuming their original activities. At first you were holding onto false hope that the leather and sulfur smell lingering in the air was just someone passing by, until he spoke again, “Why so glum, Doll?” His velvet voice wafting through the smoke filled room. *Doll*. Yep. There was no doubt now that it was James. James your biggest mistake to date, unless you were including what you had done today... Going against your better judgement you decide to face the music. When your eyes focus on the blue eyed devil, handsome as the day you first met him, a long exaggerated sigh accompanied by a string of curses leave your mouth. “Nice to see you too.” You remark, “What in God’s green earth do you want from me?” Frowning you lift a brow. Your shoulders where already hunched, your expression- stoek. Your outward demeanor kept any and all around you from disturbing your pity party. If you could feel anything, now would be the time. “Just checking in,” he says with a matter of fact tone. His voice low, as if he was sharing a secret, “Seeing how you’re fairing after our little...trade.” “Good,” you raise your last shot up, “never fuckin’ better.” You glance at him as you gulp the poison down as quick as you could. His eyes trail down watching your throat move. “Tell me, demon, let’s cut out the sweet talk and get right to the point?” Grunting you wipe your mouth on your sleeve. You had given up acting like a lady a long time ago. “Damn Y/n, I had forgotten that you’re so assertive!” He chides like you’re old friends, pals even, with his eyes squinting while he laughs at his own comment. He pushes back the flaps of his coat and rejoins his hands on top of the bar settling down. “that’s one of the things I love about you though!” His pearl white teeth peek out from his lips. “No tip toeing around you,” Two of his fingers move on the bar as if walking to you, “just get right into the meat of the-“ “Spit it out already.” sneering at him, looking around to see others reactions. “No one has time for all your speeches and fancy words.” You shoo his hands away. Were demons usually this playful? Was this normal? You don’t remember him acting like this that last time you saw him. He was downcast and depressing- even for a demon. You thought they were suppose to be making everything seem greener on their side of the fence. James was taken aback by your tone. His eyes flashed a charcoal black then just as quickly, resume their sparkling shade of baby blue. “First off y/n don’t be so rude, we’ve got all the time in the world.”, he bites his lip letting his eyes drift over you. A bit of the light has faded from your eyes- compared to when he had first met you. When you had summoned another and got him instead ... “Now I’ve come to not only boast, of course-yes but while I’m feeling so SO generous, and.. since it was YOUR soul that got me- US here-“ “Again, you’re welcome.” “I was able to invest it, your soul that is.” “Wha? What are you even talking about?” “You think souls are only good for trading or mediocre parlor possession tricks! NO. A soul like yours-“ He sucks in a sharp breath, reminiscing “so pure, innocent, dare I even say it- beautiful- like its previous owner- is worth more than humans realize.” Rolling your eyes with drink in hand, You beat drunkenly on the bar, making him a bit uncomfortable finishing off your last shot. He fidgets with a button on his coat knowing he had nothing to do and no where to go. You plop a wad of cash onto the bar. “Oh don’t make me start blushing, you ass.” Standing now you shove your hands into your pockets, James notices how scraped they are. The skin is rough and stained a deep chrisom. He was too interested in taunting you and concerned with his agenda, he had not noticed the marks. He quickly rushes to follow you out, shaking the thoughts of compassion which were spreading like a virus. He gently rests a leather gloved hand on your arm, making you stop walking and stare at him with doubt. “It was honestly a thing of beauty.” He says lost in your eyes. He looked back at you quickly dropping it to his side. “Anyway I invested it.” James turns and you both resume your stride. “I’m not following.” “You know like investing money in stocks? bonds?” He continues talking, you notice no cool puffs of air are departing from his lips. Ofcourse not, he was far from alive. “Ugh, ok. Souls are not as pure as they use to be,” “No shit” you say wearing a smirk. Why was he telling you all this? Why was he even there? “Exactly. Now a days, unless I’m snatching a soul from a toddler-“ “And I wouldn’t put it beneath you,” you laugh breathing into your scarf. The falling snow stings your exposed face. “Ouch.” He pretends to clutch his heart, “Give me some credit y/n, I might be low but not that low.” “Ok point taken.” “Anyway 100% pure souls are a thing of the past.. Now in Hell souls are bartered traded even.” “Ok...” “But I put yours in stocks. Do you know how many demons lower than I will trade a plethora of souls, just for one, single pure one?” “Why?” “Well I’ll have you know, I can be very persuasive.” James wiggles his eyebrows giving you that killer smile. He straightens his jacket. “It’s all about how you sell it.” “Eh. Ok. So...” “So yadda yadda, now I have come into a large amount of souls, like currency and I need someone to-“ “....To...” “Spend them...with.” “So what does that have to do with me?” You question, completely confused. “I have no soul.” You say nonchalantly, “I’m literally just a shell of a human.” He felt uncomfortable when you said this. His heart should be dark and warped after what he had been through, but it wasn’t, not completely. When he had first fell in love with you, this wasn’t the outcome he had pictured. He felt mostly responsible as he believed should, for everything that had happened up to this point. “Yes that is true. Now, if I recall correctly you sold your soul... for love.” He swallows thickly. He had hoped he could have done more to change your mind that day. But he was younger then and had just been turned into a demon, ten years ago. He was furious even though in the end, it had been his choice to make. Yet he was so estatic when he laid eyes on you, thinking at this time finally, he be able to have you. You let out a long, loud laugh, gaining the attention of most of the passerbys trudging through the thick blanket of snowfall. “Yep. Sure did.” “Now,” he scratches his forehead, “How- how’s that working for you?” He clears his throat turning fully towards you. Now, he just wanted to do anything to make you happy, or have you feel half way human. His knee accidentally bumps yours and you could have sworn you felt a jolt. You glared at him only for a second. That has been the first thing you’ve felt since you sold your soul. You briefly wondered if he felt it too. You sucked your teeth taking a deep breath, “Caught him cheating last night.” “Ah yeah.” He laughs to himself yet you don’t find it quite as amusing, “that would explain why you smell like copper.” “What?” “Blood. You reek of it.” He looks over your knuckles again. A twinge of pain makes him uneasy. He turns away rubbing his face. “So, you decided enough was enough?” The streetlights flicker on and that when he sees it. He notices the stitches above your eye and the bruising on your cheek. His overly confident expression falters. “He did that to you?” James’ hand reaches towards you, ghosting over your face. His Adamsapple bobs in his dry throat, unable to pull any words together. Anger coursed through his veins. How dare that man had put a finger on you! He had knew it. He had seen what would happen but no matter what he had done he hadn’t been able to change what would happen to you. You study his face. If he had ever been a human, he had been a gorgeous one. His short brown hair was pushed up and back, just as shiny as his smile. , and his blue eyes were as sharp as his jaw. The rest wasn’t bad either. Broad shoulders, muscular frame. “You knew, didn’t you?” You whisper. He turns again studying you. He should have just done it. He should have told you when he came to see you that night. Why he had decided to appear before you and have you make the finish the deal with him instead of another. Maybe if things had happened differently you might have ended up together. James eyes are darker now, filled with jealousy thinking about what could have been. “Who was I to come between what you desired?” He swallows. He can feel the pain dragging and pulling at his heart, what was left of it. “Why didn’t you say anything?” You cannot prevent the hurt laced in your words. You feel exposed in your drunken state. “Because I’m a Fucking DEMON Y/N!” He yells, getting worked up he puts a finger over his mouth. His nostrils flair a few times. “I’m sorry.” He rubs his eyes, turning a light shade of pink. “Im sorry. He- he was suppose to take care of you.” “Who told you to come back here and stalk me?!” You close your eyes gaining some composure, “I hope you know, being foolish, young and so smitten by Brock- selling my soul was the worst decision I ever made.” He looked from your busted knuckles back to your face. “Where did you hide his body?” “Ha, and here I thought you knew everything?” “Y/n, I just want to help you.” His voice breaks. You stop walking and watch him. Something had happened. Why would a demon seek you out? “Help me?? Really?”You sarcastically scoff. “Lookin here folks a demon what’s to help me! I’m just tired. Tired of being human, James.A lot comes with it. And If youre really here to help me, put me out of my misery.” “Don’t, don’t say that. Do you even hear yourself, Doll?! The world couldn’t be without you, Y/n.” “A demon with a conscious. This is rich.” Hey, I’ve got an idea, come away with me, then you’ll never have to worry about all this again.” “That’s not a possible thing. You’re a-“ “I’m a demon, I’m aware but you’re soulless. You’re practically half way here, already. What’d ya say?” “What do you want from me James? You’ve already taken my soul, what else do you need? My will to live?” “No, it’s- I’m not here for that.” He almost sounded hurt. Hurt that you would accuse him of such a thing. “Then what? Are you suppose to talk me out of my current life choices because if you’re some kind of a sick and twisted guardian angel,” “I am.” “-Then you’ve got a hell of a lot of explaining to do because, first off,” you freeze in the middle of your rant. His response was nothing but a whisper. You spun around looking at him. Your breath fanned against his face as you stared into his eyes. “wait? What did you just say?” “I am. I mean was.” He sniffs again, looking at a couple scurrying to their homes for the night. “I was a soldier, really not so much of the guardian type.” He shrugs, “Except for you.” Now the truth was out he felt like a burden had been lifted. “Ok now you’ve gone too far. you’ve stooped so low to tell me lies now?! I’m not a child!” “Y/n I’ve known you for years. I’ve watched you grow and learn and change into someone I-“ “If this is true, how do I know it? You’re a fucking demon.” “Yes. And we lie but I’m not lying!” You are walking faster now, hopefully you can get some sleep before you have to run I’m the morning. You don’t know where you’ll go but one thing is for sure- you need to come up with a plan of action soon. “I can tell you about anything in your life.” James begins almost at a jog. “when you were five, you fell down the steps at the library and cut open your knee.” You pause, looking down. You’ve still got the scar, am I right?” You turn again cutting down a side street. When he continues, “When you were fourteen, sam Wilson kissed you in his tree house, you slapped him in the face.” You stop so quick he almost runs into you. “How did you-“ It was your first kiss.” Ok. I’ve told some of those stories to people friends even. So I’m not buying it.” “You lost your virginity to Anthony stark!” James yells from behind. You freeze. No one knew. You had denied it for years. “-on prom night, in the back of his red mustang. You didn’t speak to him the rest of senior year because he had spread the rumor around saying you were a slut.” You walk back towards him, your face was unreadable. “That was the first guy that broke your heart.” You put your hand up feeling tears start to prick your eyes. “Just stop. Ok what if I believe you, you’ve just been lingering around? You could have made my life better at any point?!” “It doesn’t work that way, y/n.” “Then how did you go from angel to demon? Where you bad? Was it because of the choices I made?” James let’s out a chuckle tucking his hands into his pockets, “You could say that I was bad yes, but it was nothing you did.” ———————- “She’s so beautiful.” James breaths out admiring you from afar. He’s currently watching you mix your paints as the breeze from your kitchen window stirs the curtains. “Yes, but so are my other creations.” He immediately hears the call of his Maker returning within a flash of light. He gulps coming face to face with the dark skinned, tall man dressed in white, walking towards him. The Watchers Room was grand, going as far as he could see and then some. Every few feet were placed large globes with lights on them. The globes let each of the angels keep an eye on their multiple wards. While the other angels were out serving and blessing others James would spend his time in the Watchers room or on earth surrounding himself with things that reminded him of you. He would whisper in your ear during your long walks in the Forrest surrounding your house, sit with you unmoving when you would paint or sketch. Some nights he would even linger by your bedside, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath. The Makers gold eyes follow James as he walks around him. He soft white dreadlocks gently tap against his lower back when his moves. “I agree,” James began, “But none of them compare to her.” “My dear child, she is but human,” the Maker chuckles lightly, “and you are-“ “I know. It is not right, according to your standards, heimdal . Against the rules for an angel to even *go* to earth, with intent to be with a human.” “So, I’ve been informed you have been spending your visits to earth doing just that, being in her presence?” “You are all knowing. You already knew this. Why would you ask as if it’s really a question?.” James turns around to face him. His eyes are watering, his tears just begging to fall. “You made me this way. Couldn’t you just make me human? Turn me into one so I may be with her? My spirit is restless when-“ Heimdal grabs his shoulders gently patting them. “I know. It will pass. Give it time.”. His crisp suit is blinding and the light changes with Heimdals every move. “Involve yourself in the responsibilities with the others. Your a soldier, you have no wards. Your job is to be on the front lines making sure these humans are safe.” “It won’t.” James shrugs turning to meet his eye. “I’m meant to be with her. I know I am and no amount of distractions will ease my heart.” “James,” heimdal puts his hands up in surrender. He knew the outcome of this and a million more just like it. No matter when he were to say or do, the outcome and James’ decision would most likely be the same. “I could make you do my Will. You know this, right? Ofcourse you haven’t forgotten. But it would be better for me to let you decide.” Heimdal drags a finger over one of the globes spinning it gently. “James when I made you, I knew you were special. I need you, my soldier, with me.” Heimdal waves a hand over the globe before him dimming the lights on it. “Now, You will stop this at once or-“ “Or what?” “I’ll have no choice.” “You’ll cast me down like all my other free thinking brothers and sisters?” Heimdal took a exasperated breath, opening his arms looking around the room. “It’s not free thinking. Why must so many of you stray away from the path?” His voice booms, even James can’t help but cower at the sound. Though Heimdal does not wish to appear threatening. “Angels and humans are not meant to interact. Not the way you are wanting to in your heart.” He speaks low into James’ ear walking a circle around him. “Humans feel pain and despair,” “But also love.” “Yes. Love.” Heimdal responds rubbing his hands together. He clasps them, resting them in front of him. “And a want. I *want* to be with her because I love her. She’s perfect.” “Humans are incapable of being perfect.” “Then let me be because I have been blinded by this love.” “You do not know of what you speak!” Heimdal roars. His sadness is overwhelming him. He knows the conversation is almost over. He already knows what James will choose and yet he is still fighting. “ I am warning you, son. My child, turn away from this before it engulfs you and I will have no choice.” “I’m not like the others.” James points towards the large white door at the end of the space. His lip is quivering and his face is hot. “I am not just- You’d cast down one of your soldiers?” He already knew yet he was hoping there would be an exception. “Sacrifice a few for the many. Have you forgotten so easily our way?” Heimdal gives him a look of disgust. “I beg you. Think from her perspective, you will deal with things you were not built for. How will you bring her security, comfort when you are unsure of these feelings- emotions yourself? Your brothers and sisters will have to mourn you and you will be cut off from here- your home.” Heimdal meets his eye once more, “I beg of you, turn away from this foolishness. James, my love for you as well as the humans is abundant and never ending,” “I have seen.. seen what will become of her and I could give her so much more. All I need is to be given that chance.” “James, this choice will be permanent. You will be cast down but not to earth. A fallen such as yourself, becomes a demon. You would still be unable to have the life you want with one such as her. Is this decision worth it? Ask yourself this.” “There is a way. There is always a way.” —————————- James was trying to read your expression but it seemed confusing. He was still trying to learn a bout human emotions. “When you made a deal with a demon, I felt it. It caused me so much pain. Y/n, It was excruciating, like getting the wind knocked out of you. I had never experienced pain before except once and I had to find you. I had to make sure you were ok. When I found out you were trying to sell your soul for some asshole I- “ “But you didn’t stop me. If you had cared even the tiniest bit,” “I couldn’t. The only thing I managed to do was arrive after the deal had been sealed and collect your soul. Collect is the wrong word, I stole it. I wanted to make sure, I wanted to see you one last time. I wanted you to see me. We had never officially met and face to face was... I fell in love with you before your time. I tried to walk with you throughout your life. I’ve always been there. I was cast out of heaven because of my attachment to you.” You looked down, feeling James run his fingers over yours. Your body felt jolts though your fingertips as his fingers lightly danced across your palms. “You losing your soul was actually the best thing and the worst. It meant I was one step closer to you but also you sold it because of your love for another.” “Why didn’t you say anything?” “Would you have believed me, a demon, If I would have told you that he didn’t reciprocate your feelings?” “That’s part of the problem, I feel nothing James.” “I know.” “Do you- demons feel anything?” “Sometimes though I know I’m not like the others. But would you be willing to find out, together?”

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The Secret Society of the Illuminati

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The Secret Society of the Illuminati

– This week on BuzzFeed Unsolved we’re masking the Illuminati. Is is an actual thing? What the hell is it? – it is not a factor. – okay, process it with an open intellect, let’s get started. – best. – Shockingly, the Illuminati sincerely has an extraordinarily actual historical foundation. In 1776, in Bavaria, Germany, Adam Weishaupt, a German professor, prompted the superb of French philosophy. As a rule secularism and rational notion, decided to type an institution to shield these beliefs. Adam Weishaupt viewed becoming a member of the freemasons to help propagate his views however unfortunately, would not manage to pay for the admission cost. (laughter) So as an alternative, Weishaupt formed a secret group of his possess. He known as it, The Order of the Illuminati. I do not consider they met with the aid of the instruct tracks it used to be in general a basement, kinda like this. It was most likely whatever like this. – Yeah, well we will bet yeah. – I don’t know why i am holding that, k. The Illuminati had an anti-religious stance and concerned with the goals of self-capabilities, self-improvement, social reform and free concept.Naturally, conservatives viewed this a hazard to the church and by using the mid to late 1780s, the Illuminati used to be stopped and the energetic recruiting people into secret societies, was criminalized. Nevertheless, Weishaupt and the Illuminati would go Kobe in the fourth quarter. And continue to push on, persisting with meetings and finally spreading to France earlier than disappearing into obscurity. However, some individuals think, they survived. This is a part of an interview I had with an proficient.- good they believe that the core crew was fashioned back then and has evolve and so again in the 1920s, there have been some fascists who believed that the Illuminati had been a gaggle of Jews who controlled the sector. Right after World warfare II, extremist anti-communists believed that the Illuminati have been a gaggle of communists who managed the sector and most just lately the Illuminati conspiracy theorists believe that the Illuminati are a part of the new World Order.- Many humans feel the Illuminati seeked to make a dominant one world totalitarian govt, referred to as the brand new World Order. Correctly, in a 2013 countrywide ballot with the aid of public policy polling, 28 percentage of voters ballot feel within the probability of a brand new World Order. Some individuals suppose that the affect of the Illuminati and the brand new World Order, goes as high as the president of the united states. Here is an eerie clip from an historic George H.W. Bush speech when he used to be in workplace. – we’ve before us, the possibility to forge for ourselves and for future generations, a brand new World Order, an international with the guideline of regulation, now not the law of the jungles, governs the behavior of international locations, after we are successful and we will be able to be. We had an actual threat at this New World Order. An order in which a credible United nations can use its peacekeeping role to satisfy the promise and vision of the UN’s founders. – All this begs the question, what is the New World Order and what will it do? Assuming the Illuminati and the brand new World Order are one within the identical, let’s hop down the rabbit hole and take a appear at one of the most theories as to who’s in the New World Order.This primary conception is from a man named Mark Koernke. AKA "Mark from Michigan." A proper wing militia activist and propagandist who believes that the new World Order is made above the U.S. Govt, the UN and more than a few different businesses pushing an global agenda. He believes this institution will do away with American’s rights, type an all strong executive and put non-Illuminati contributors in camps run by using F.E.M.A. The 2d theory is from David Icke who believes that world leaders including Queen Elizabeth, President Barack Obama and the Clintons are honestly form transferring wizards. These lizard elite, are at the back of the freemasons and the Illuminati. The lizard race feeds off the human race and occasionally demands human sacrifices. Actually, the identical 2013 national poll photo an previous expose that four percentage of voters polled believe that, "Lizard humans manipulate our societies." The third theory is that the brand new World Order is hooked up to the anti-Christ considering that the Illuminati are Satanists.Pat Robertson, a conservative Christian wrote a book on the brand new World Order, that claims the crew is responsible for the French Revolution, the writing of the Communist Manifesto and the creation of the Federal Reserve, all in the service of creating, "a brand new order for the human race beneath the domination of Lucifer and his followers." The fourth idea is from Donald Marshall who believes that the Illuminati are killing celebrities and changing them with clones, used to brainwash society. I’m going to fuckin’ look it up right right here. – appear up Dolly the sheep. – alright first-class i will seem it up and did she begin off as just a little baby sheep? – sure. – whatever, ok, it appears there used to be a sheep clone. – Oh, apparently. – Purported famous person clones outed by means of web (mumbles), incorporate Beyonce, Eminem, Al Roker. And many more, but clone theorists additionally consider they’ve video evidence. – Marshall Mathers, some of you may comprehend him as Eminem however he is gonna join the Saturday night time crew with a tune intro commencing subsequent Saturday night but folks I wanna take you the world premier…Marshall are you k? – Yeah sorry– (laughter) are living television freaks me out somewhat bit. – good there you go, live television freaks him out a bit bit. – good, here’s Al Roker’s clip. Realize what she’s says, after which discover what his face goes to. – Why is that this a code phrase. – Some persons believe maybe it is like a trigger sequence the place his brain’s now receiving recommendations and being intellect manipulate. – Al Roker’s the Manchurian candidate and he’s gonna kill the president. – (laughs) Yeah. – Like they are saying in Catholic tuition, go away room for the holy ghost. (mystery track) – The expression he has on his face when he is frozen, is so fuckin’ funny to me, every time I watch it ‘reason I have no idea what it is, it can be like look. – you recognize what really, he looks like he just pooped his pants. (laughter) Who’s next? – this is Beyonce, incidentally, she did this for goodbye, I had to pace up the video.There she is going and then I fast forwarded the video here. She’s in some weird trance, I truely do not know what she’s doing. – She’s writing Lemonade in her head correct now. (laughter) – whether or not or now not individuals suppose this clone thought, many conspiracy theorists agree, that primary celebrities are within the Illuminati. They point at apparel picks and hand gestures. Often that of a pyramid, which is visible as an Illuminati symbol, as proof that designated celebrities are in the Illuminati. Beyonce and Jay-Z have been known to make a pyramid like symbol with their arms. Despite the fact that, this is additionally just like the emblem for Jay-Z’s label, Rockefeller files. – right (laughs). – however the flip on that, perhaps there is a rationale why he selected that image, see what I simply did there? – Yeah, you did it correct. – I did it.The title of their baby, Blue Ivy, has been interpreted to stand for, born living underneath evil, Illuminati’s very youngest. (laughter) – Wow, I can’t think they’d identify her anything with so apparent of a secret message in there. – nevertheless, both stars have denied their affiliation with the Illuminati in songs. Here’s a excerpt from Beyonce’s Formation, "Y’all haters corny with that Illuminati mess," and here is excert from Jay-Z’s verse in a song Free Mason, "I stated I was once robust, not that i’m a mason i am red scorching, i’m on my 1/3 six, but a satan i am no longer." other celebrities comprise Kanye West, who owns a necklace containing the emblem of the attention of Horus, which is related to the Illuminati and likewise obvious on the buck bill. Which by the way, the Fed, greenback bill, there it’s correct there, it is pretty apparent. Kayne’s interruption of Taylor Swift on the 2009 video track awards was said to be a method of initiating Taylor Swift into the Illuminati via humiliating or hazing her. However, here’s a quote from Kanye on the Illuminati, "i’m tired of men and women pinpointing musicians as the Illuminati. That’s ridiculous.We do not run anything; we’re celebrities." different celebrities which were accused of being within the Illuminati comprise woman Gaga, Rihanna, Madonna and Katy Perry simply to call a number of. She what you simply did. – Jesus Christ. (laughter) i am sorry Kobe. – The entire room is shaking correct now. Oh my God, I believe we just had an earthquake. – i’m sorry Kobe. – hold in intellect that it can be lovely convenient to make a claim that somebody is within the Illuminati. Hell, swiftly perusing my co-employee Quinta Brunson’s Instagram feed, I might see a couple of references to the Illuminati. – fairly? – just looking by means of the pics. Yeah, there’s even a snapshot the place i actually make the Rockefeller sign, in one among her portraits and it used to be rapidly called out by a remark, Illuminati verified. She additionally seems to be absent from her desk fairly traditionally. Perhaps to take care of Illuminati affairs. What if you’re within the Illuminati? – seem, i’m not in the Illuminati. – Wink. – i am not in the Illuminati, Quinta’s no longer within the Illuminati, you’ll be.- it’s lovely difficult to get into. And on that notice, i might prefer to point to a internet site called IlluminatiOfficial.Org and on that website, there may be a page referred to as join the Illuminati. An awfully interesting proposition certainly. So I reached out for an interview and here’s what I acquired again from their public members of the family director. Here is what the alleged Illuminati PR director wrote again based on my interview request, "unluckily contributors of the Illuminati aren’t currently on hand for on digital camera interviews." She also recounted, "there are numerous misconceptions about my client’s organization," and referred me to the website’s beliefs section. Which, is summary and quite exciting to claim the least however let’s consult with the professor an additional time. I assume the final question would be, what percent would you put on that the Illuminati is truely an actual factor. – good it used to be an actual factor, again in 1780 nevertheless it’s not a real thing anymore. I might say one hundred percent, it’s now not an actual thing. Many of the conspiracy theories make this loopy jump at some point, the place you’re following the path of evidence and it is smart and it is sensible and it makes sense and out of the blue, it’s crazy.- I would see an international where typically matters go past science or fact, that leap of faith is what you must make, to get to the reality. Might be that is just the loopy individual inside of me. (laughter) – i admire how you just out yourself as one of the crucial loopy men and women that she finds hard. – this is the thing, I saw the seem on her face after I mentioned that, she didn’t looked joyful. Am I gonna say outright the Illuminati is a real factor? No, i’m now not gonna say that but, is it possible? Yeah, it’s viable, why not? The fact that there might be some, all understanding institution beneath everything. – Are they Skyping, how are they assembly, the place are they assembly? They’re like, oh let’s simply meet in Toledo this yr (laughter) at the Radisson.- we have angered them once more. – Yeah. – do not talk about Toledo. (laughter) The factor i am pronouncing is, nothing’s unattainable. Typically you just gotta look at some thing with an open intellect, it’ll look crazy on the skin and i’ll admit, this all looks crazy. – So it is viable that there’s an institution centered by way of lizard folks, who most likely abduct and clone celebrities. – i’m no longer pronouncing pronouncing there may be lizard, ah fuck that’s what i’m saying. – Say lizard men and women out loud. – No. – Yeah. – No (laughs). – own it Ryan, say lizard people out loud. – We might sit down right here and speak about this all day but regardless, the existence of the Illuminati will stay unsolved.- well tell us in the comments if you happen to feel Ryan’s in the Illuminati ‘motive now i am sold. – (laughs) k. The good news is, you made it via this episode. The unhealthy news is, this is the last episode for this season of BuzzFeed Unsolved however, double excellent news, (laughs) Double excellent news. – Double excellent news is– – Double good information is there may be a new season children. And if i’m nonetheless alive in October, the new season will start. So hopefully i’ll see you there and i will be respiratory. If you happen to aren’t assassin and all of the persons that I’ve slided have not killed me, the Zodiac or the guys in Black or the Illuminati or of course, Quinta Brunson. .

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The Secret Society of the Illuminati

New Post has been published on https://hititem.kr/the-secret-society-of-the-illuminati/

The Secret Society of the Illuminati

– This week on BuzzFeed Unsolved we’re masking the Illuminati. Is is an actual thing? What the hell is it? – it is not a factor. – okay, process it with an open intellect, let’s get started. – best. – Shockingly, the Illuminati sincerely has an extraordinarily actual historical foundation. In 1776, in Bavaria, Germany, Adam Weishaupt, a German professor, prompted the superb of French philosophy. As a rule secularism and rational notion, decided to type an institution to shield these beliefs. Adam Weishaupt viewed becoming a member of the freemasons to help propagate his views however unfortunately, would not manage to pay for the admission cost. (laughter) So as an alternative, Weishaupt formed a secret group of his possess. He known as it, The Order of the Illuminati. I do not consider they met with the aid of the instruct tracks it used to be in general a basement, kinda like this. It was most likely whatever like this. – Yeah, well we will bet yeah. – I don’t know why i am holding that, k. The Illuminati had an anti-religious stance and concerned with the goals of self-capabilities, self-improvement, social reform and free concept.Naturally, conservatives viewed this a hazard to the church and by using the mid to late 1780s, the Illuminati used to be stopped and the energetic recruiting people into secret societies, was criminalized. Nevertheless, Weishaupt and the Illuminati would go Kobe in the fourth quarter. And continue to push on, persisting with meetings and finally spreading to France earlier than disappearing into obscurity. However, some individuals think, they survived. This is a part of an interview I had with an proficient.- good they believe that the core crew was fashioned back then and has evolve and so again in the 1920s, there have been some fascists who believed that the Illuminati had been a gaggle of Jews who controlled the sector. Right after World warfare II, extremist anti-communists believed that the Illuminati have been a gaggle of communists who managed the sector and most just lately the Illuminati conspiracy theorists believe that the Illuminati are a part of the new World Order.- Many humans feel the Illuminati seeked to make a dominant one world totalitarian govt, referred to as the brand new World Order. Correctly, in a 2013 countrywide ballot with the aid of public policy polling, 28 percentage of voters ballot feel within the probability of a brand new World Order. Some individuals suppose that the affect of the Illuminati and the brand new World Order, goes as high as the president of the united states. Here is an eerie clip from an historic George H.W. Bush speech when he used to be in workplace. – we’ve before us, the possibility to forge for ourselves and for future generations, a brand new World Order, an international with the guideline of regulation, now not the law of the jungles, governs the behavior of international locations, after we are successful and we will be able to be. We had an actual threat at this New World Order. An order in which a credible United nations can use its peacekeeping role to satisfy the promise and vision of the UN’s founders. – All this begs the question, what is the New World Order and what will it do? Assuming the Illuminati and the brand new World Order are one within the identical, let’s hop down the rabbit hole and take a appear at one of the most theories as to who’s in the New World Order.This primary conception is from a man named Mark Koernke. AKA "Mark from Michigan." A proper wing militia activist and propagandist who believes that the new World Order is made above the U.S. Govt, the UN and more than a few different businesses pushing an global agenda. He believes this institution will do away with American’s rights, type an all strong executive and put non-Illuminati contributors in camps run by using F.E.M.A. The 2d theory is from David Icke who believes that world leaders including Queen Elizabeth, President Barack Obama and the Clintons are honestly form transferring wizards. These lizard elite, are at the back of the freemasons and the Illuminati. The lizard race feeds off the human race and occasionally demands human sacrifices. Actually, the identical 2013 national poll photo an previous expose that four percentage of voters polled believe that, "Lizard humans manipulate our societies." The third theory is that the brand new World Order is hooked up to the anti-Christ considering that the Illuminati are Satanists.Pat Robertson, a conservative Christian wrote a book on the brand new World Order, that claims the crew is responsible for the French Revolution, the writing of the Communist Manifesto and the creation of the Federal Reserve, all in the service of creating, "a brand new order for the human race beneath the domination of Lucifer and his followers." The fourth idea is from Donald Marshall who believes that the Illuminati are killing celebrities and changing them with clones, used to brainwash society. I’m going to fuckin’ look it up right right here. – appear up Dolly the sheep. – alright first-class i will seem it up and did she begin off as just a little baby sheep? – sure. – whatever, ok, it appears there used to be a sheep clone. – Oh, apparently. – Purported famous person clones outed by means of web (mumbles), incorporate Beyonce, Eminem, Al Roker. And many more, but clone theorists additionally consider they’ve video evidence. – Marshall Mathers, some of you may comprehend him as Eminem however he is gonna join the Saturday night time crew with a tune intro commencing subsequent Saturday night but folks I wanna take you the world premier…Marshall are you k? – Yeah sorry– (laughter) are living television freaks me out somewhat bit. – good there you go, live television freaks him out a bit bit. – good, here’s Al Roker’s clip. Realize what she’s says, after which discover what his face goes to. – Why is that this a code phrase. – Some persons believe maybe it is like a trigger sequence the place his brain’s now receiving recommendations and being intellect manipulate. – Al Roker’s the Manchurian candidate and he’s gonna kill the president. – (laughs) Yeah. – Like they are saying in Catholic tuition, go away room for the holy ghost. (mystery track) – The expression he has on his face when he is frozen, is so fuckin’ funny to me, every time I watch it ‘reason I have no idea what it is, it can be like look. – you recognize what really, he looks like he just pooped his pants. (laughter) Who’s next? – this is Beyonce, incidentally, she did this for goodbye, I had to pace up the video.There she is going and then I fast forwarded the video here. She’s in some weird trance, I truely do not know what she’s doing. – She’s writing Lemonade in her head correct now. (laughter) – whether or not or now not individuals suppose this clone thought, many conspiracy theorists agree, that primary celebrities are within the Illuminati. They point at apparel picks and hand gestures. Often that of a pyramid, which is visible as an Illuminati symbol, as proof that designated celebrities are in the Illuminati. Beyonce and Jay-Z have been known to make a pyramid like symbol with their arms. Despite the fact that, this is additionally just like the emblem for Jay-Z’s label, Rockefeller files. – right (laughs). – however the flip on that, perhaps there is a rationale why he selected that image, see what I simply did there? – Yeah, you did it correct. – I did it.The title of their baby, Blue Ivy, has been interpreted to stand for, born living underneath evil, Illuminati’s very youngest. (laughter) – Wow, I can’t think they’d identify her anything with so apparent of a secret message in there. – nevertheless, both stars have denied their affiliation with the Illuminati in songs. Here’s a excerpt from Beyonce’s Formation, "Y’all haters corny with that Illuminati mess," and here is excert from Jay-Z’s verse in a song Free Mason, "I stated I was once robust, not that i’m a mason i am red scorching, i’m on my 1/3 six, but a satan i am no longer." other celebrities comprise Kanye West, who owns a necklace containing the emblem of the attention of Horus, which is related to the Illuminati and likewise obvious on the buck bill. Which by the way, the Fed, greenback bill, there it’s correct there, it is pretty apparent. Kayne’s interruption of Taylor Swift on the 2009 video track awards was said to be a method of initiating Taylor Swift into the Illuminati via humiliating or hazing her. However, here’s a quote from Kanye on the Illuminati, "i’m tired of men and women pinpointing musicians as the Illuminati. That’s ridiculous.We do not run anything; we’re celebrities." different celebrities which were accused of being within the Illuminati comprise woman Gaga, Rihanna, Madonna and Katy Perry simply to call a number of. She what you simply did. – Jesus Christ. (laughter) i am sorry Kobe. – The entire room is shaking correct now. Oh my God, I believe we just had an earthquake. – i’m sorry Kobe. – hold in intellect that it can be lovely convenient to make a claim that somebody is within the Illuminati. Hell, swiftly perusing my co-employee Quinta Brunson’s Instagram feed, I might see a couple of references to the Illuminati. – fairly? – just looking by means of the pics. Yeah, there’s even a snapshot the place i actually make the Rockefeller sign, in one among her portraits and it used to be rapidly called out by a remark, Illuminati verified. She additionally seems to be absent from her desk fairly traditionally. Perhaps to take care of Illuminati affairs. What if you’re within the Illuminati? – seem, i’m not in the Illuminati. – Wink. – i am not in the Illuminati, Quinta’s no longer within the Illuminati, you’ll be.- it’s lovely difficult to get into. And on that notice, i might prefer to point to a internet site called IlluminatiOfficial.Org and on that website, there may be a page referred to as join the Illuminati. An awfully interesting proposition certainly. So I reached out for an interview and here’s what I acquired again from their public members of the family director. Here is what the alleged Illuminati PR director wrote again based on my interview request, "unluckily contributors of the Illuminati aren’t currently on hand for on digital camera interviews." She also recounted, "there are numerous misconceptions about my client’s organization," and referred me to the website’s beliefs section. Which, is summary and quite exciting to claim the least however let’s consult with the professor an additional time. I assume the final question would be, what percent would you put on that the Illuminati is truely an actual factor. – good it used to be an actual factor, again in 1780 nevertheless it’s not a real thing anymore. I might say one hundred percent, it’s now not an actual thing. Many of the conspiracy theories make this loopy jump at some point, the place you’re following the path of evidence and it is smart and it is sensible and it makes sense and out of the blue, it’s crazy.- I would see an international where typically matters go past science or fact, that leap of faith is what you must make, to get to the reality. Might be that is just the loopy individual inside of me. (laughter) – i admire how you just out yourself as one of the crucial loopy men and women that she finds hard. – this is the thing, I saw the seem on her face after I mentioned that, she didn’t looked joyful. Am I gonna say outright the Illuminati is a real factor? No, i’m now not gonna say that but, is it possible? Yeah, it’s viable, why not? The fact that there might be some, all understanding institution beneath everything. – Are they Skyping, how are they assembly, the place are they assembly? They’re like, oh let’s simply meet in Toledo this yr (laughter) at the Radisson.- we have angered them once more. – Yeah. – do not talk about Toledo. (laughter) The factor i am pronouncing is, nothing’s unattainable. Typically you just gotta look at some thing with an open intellect, it’ll look crazy on the skin and i’ll admit, this all looks crazy. – So it is viable that there’s an institution centered by way of lizard folks, who most likely abduct and clone celebrities. – i’m no longer pronouncing pronouncing there may be lizard, ah fuck that’s what i’m saying. – Say lizard men and women out loud. – No. – Yeah. – No (laughs). – own it Ryan, say lizard people out loud. – We might sit down right here and speak about this all day but regardless, the existence of the Illuminati will stay unsolved.- well tell us in the comments if you happen to feel Ryan’s in the Illuminati ‘motive now i am sold. – (laughs) k. The good news is, you made it via this episode. The unhealthy news is, this is the last episode for this season of BuzzFeed Unsolved however, double excellent news, (laughs) Double excellent news. – Double excellent news is– – Double good information is there may be a new season children. And if i’m nonetheless alive in October, the new season will start. So hopefully i’ll see you there and i will be respiratory. If you happen to aren’t assassin and all of the persons that I’ve slided have not killed me, the Zodiac or the guys in Black or the Illuminati or of course, Quinta Brunson. .