#the second gif oh lord forgive me for my sins

[lesbiradshaw]

Monica Barbaro on The Talk

[mochiepie]

Sukuna's Temptation

I have changed some part of the story according to my preference, as it is based on my perspective. It's just a fiction and i ain't following the arcs/actions/happenings of the manga.

Part-2

Characters involved :- Ryomen sukuna/reader🦋

( reader seduces sukuna, uses of abusive words, small amount of sex#al actions, Smut would be in the part 2 )

Heian era period

Sorcerers were fighting The king of curses "sukuna" all by themselves. Sukuna has attacked

The village again due to the rebellion of the village people against him.

Backstory :-

Few sorcerers entered this infamous Rich village only to know that, this village was living under the terror of sukuna and they are forced to send sacrifices to sukuna as he is their "king". The village was rich and prosperous only because sukuna favoured them. And that's why the villagers weren't ready to rebel against sukuna. The sorcerers couldn't accept that women were getting sacrificed every month just for the village to stay alive. The sorcerers managed to give hopes to the villagers somehow and assured them that they would defeat sukuna and give them back their freedom. But in order to defeat Sukuna they must bring sukuna here out of his hideout. Nobody knew where he lived, so to do it so, the ritual of sacrifices must be stopped, that would cause sukuna to notice it. And then.. sukuna would come to check it.

This was the plan of the sorcerers. Little they knew about the power difference between them and the "King of curses".

Present time -

Sorcerers were dying one by one. Sukuna was walking on their body as if they were some sacks of rice. Half of the population in the village vanished within 2 seconds. Rest of remaining ones were bowing and begging "him" to stop, to show mercy on them. The leftover sorcerers even started to begg, they lost their pride, the greed to live was now controlling their minds, as they knew.. it was death who was standing infront of them. The death was dressed as the king of curses.

Sukuna :- you, filthy ungrateful creatures sought to rebel against me? ( Disbelief)

Villagers:- i-i-t wasn't us my lord.. th-this sorcerers were fueling us.. they-They blackmai- us ( incoherent cries and begging)

Sukuna looked over to the dead bodies of the sorcerers. A slight feeling of pride entering his body as he took a good look of this sight.

Sukuna:- 70 sorcerers.. hah. 70 sorcerers came to fight me and.. died within 5 mins. ( Smirks)

Villagers:- we- we shall follow your command my lord. Please forgive our sin. You shall take anything from us, but just let us live my lord. We will never ever think of committing such a sin again my lord. If any of us even thinks of doing such sin, we shall cut their head and send it to you my lord.

Sukuna:- oh my! You seem to be great at giving assurance hah? ( Looks at them with an amused look) I see. Fine.. i shall forgive you all~ bu-

Sukuna's sentence was cutt off in between by the sudden entry of the woman, who lunged at sukuna hitting him with a powerful cursed energy infused kick on his back. The villagers were shocked, their eyes almost gauging out of their sockets. They couldn't believe a human.. moreover a woman having the guts to attack him.

Sukuna was taken back.. he made sure he killed all sorcerers right? Then how come 1 survive, and how did he not feel his presence? He got up from the ground asap to turn around and see... A woman?

His eyes were... Wide open as if stucked.

" not just a woman, this one was.. intriguing" he smirked at his thought

Sukuna:- my my, the audacity you had little mortal. Tell me, you really think you can fight against me?

( looking at her body up & down )

Y/n:- bow down and leave before I cut you into pieces and feed you to the hyenas you insignificant creature!

Sukuna:- ( amused) oh my my... Look at the little mouse. Ain't your words much bigger then your whole body? Speaking alot more then your capacity hah? ( Grins) well then.. I shall slit that mouth of yours right now to.. remind you how to talk with someone superior (smirks)

Sukuna lunges towards y/n, he was all ready to slash her. Y/n dodged easily and stood behind him, she wrapped her legs and used one of his four arms to stabilise herself. She grabbed his neck and started to place little kitten licks on his neck. Sukuna froze at the moment he felt the wetness of her tongue. His body giving up. He felt the touch of plenty of women.. but.. this woman.. was intriguing him, luring him, and moreover even rebelling against him to fighting him.. and now? Now seducing him in the middle of the fight? Thoughts occupied his mind. He was lost into the pleasure of feeling her tongue. He groaned in satisfaction. His hands finding her to pull her infront of him. Y/n still didn't leave licking his neck, she still kept on sucking and licking his jawline, to neck, to his collarbone. He was just groaning. The villagers were in shock to see such a lewd scene. They began to talk and whisper amongst themselves which brought sukuna back to reality. He pushed y/n off his embrace, causing her fly over quite far.

Sukuna:- think you can use your body to lure me? You stink, fukin whore. Not even my lowest level of curses would want your loose stinky pussy ( furious yet disappointed that the pleasure was taken from him )

Y/n:- is that so? ( Smirks) then why were you groaning my little babyy ? ( Taunts)

Sukuna was taken a back. His pride was hurt. His ego was trembling. Sukuna lunged towards her again aiming at her mouth to slash. She dodged again but this time.. she landed a hard kick on his head. Sukuna's fighting technique was deteriorating due to his mind filling with lust and desparation for this unknown woman and at the same time his pride and ego being hurt.

Sukuna was about to stand up but y/n sat on his back.

( like this lmao 🤣)

Backstory of Y/n :-

she was a sorcerer but her curse energy wasn't high, so due to being weak she used her body to seduce and lure so that she would get some time to find the weak spots of her enemies and hit on it on the right time. For her survival she had chosen this path, she was a resident of this village and she was against the process of sacrifices. To end this terror of sukuna, she finally managed her guts and will power to fight him she knows that she can't defeat him. But she is buying some time as her fellow sorcerers will arrive anytime soon in the village to help her. That's why, she is trying her best to seduce him and keep him intrigued on her. )

Y/n began her seduction tricks on him. She scratched on sukuna's kimono resulting his kimono to shred into few pieces. She began to lick on his ear.. " don't you want me.. my king?"

End of this chapter. Next chapter coming soon.

[kuamiru]

There was a private ask to write about a platonic yandere Zhongli with twin children, where the reader has a female perspective.

I hope you all like it and consider forgiving my long absence :)

It's almost 6k words! What a read!

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The Tale of the Rocks, the Sun and the Moon

Having power means you also have enemies who desire it. An evil god set his sights on Rex Lapis' extension of power, and the Geo Lord weeps.

Warnings: Death and child death, blood, eating somebody alive. Beware that the start is pretty dark.

It was strangely quiet. Morax was accustomed to having the wind blowing against his face, the earth trembling due to every step he gave, even having the skies raining down on him after a particularly difficult battle. He always took the latter as a form of repent, as if nature was trying to wash away his sins and bury them down in the ground.

But the skies were clear, and the only thing looking down on him was the blazing sun. The true storm raged inside his heart, his blood imitating the tears from the sky as he found himself unable to cry.

“We fear there are no survivors, my lord.”

If he acknowledged the words of his adeptus, he didn’t show it. His eyes were fixated on the desolate landscape before him, feeling the sorrow in his chest consuming him more and more each time he discerned a new body below the fire and destruction.

“What about—”

“We found the remains, should you wish to see her.”

“Show me.”

The adeptus nodded. She started walking away, carefully traversing a path previously cleared of death and debris. It didn’t take long before they were standing in front of a particular corpse; it had been laid carefully against the broken wall of what was left of a house, now burned down to the ground. There was another adeptus already there, fixing the body so it wouldn’t be such an horrific sight for anybody present.

Morax didn’t say a word. He stood still for a few seconds, simply watching the distressing scene before approaching and kneeling before the remains, reaching out to cup the cold cheek in his warm hand.

The two adepti remained silent while he mourned. They shared a look between them, and the woman left to help recover whatever bodies they could find.

“There’s only one of them here,” he said after a moment, looking at his surroundings looking for something. “Where are they?”

“That’s…”

It was obvious from the pair’s faces that they were debating internally on how to approach the topic.

“Back with the evil god that razed the village.”

A wounded adeptus approached the scene, using the broken wall to support his body and try to approach his master as much as he could.

“You fought here,” Morax noted, looking him up and down. “Tell me what happened. Now.”

“It was that evil god’s doing, my lord. It took us all by surprise, we had no time to react,” he answered. “He didn’t just burn this village; he knew this is where you concealed your children. They… he was after them.”

His heart felt heavy, his chest started to hurt. The reality of the situation was finally dawning down on him. He didn’t even realize that he had walked all the way to the adeptus, looking down on him with a dangerous look in his eyes.

“He… ate them. Oh, Celestia, we couldn’t do anything but watch as he swallowed them. That god wished to gather power to defeat you and steal your new place as the Lord of Geo. We— we couldn’t save—”

The boy finally broke down, letting his own body fall as wept at the memories of the early fight. Rex Lapis simply watched him, feeling the deep, boiling rage in his veins threatening to take over him. His hand ached, desperately urging him to summon his polearm and destroy anything that was still standing just to quell his anger.

His family, his children, his two beautiful treasures… He wasn’t able to protect them; it was his fault this happened, he didn’t foresee this attack, his adepti didn’t have enough power to win. Useless, useless, useless.

The ground started to tremble. Faint, almost unnoticeable. The men that were with him quickly became alerted, and the crying adeptus tried to compose himself as fast as he could.

“We have him sealed, still alive.”

The pair wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when the earth finally quieted down. Morax’s eyes returned once again to his subordinate, and he didn’t have to say anything to get his message across:

Take me to him.

.

“The great Rex Lapis, the new and almighty Lord of Geo, standing before me. To what do I owe such honor?”

Oh, how he wished he could smite that god out of existence. To make him swallow that smug smile by dismembering his body piece by piece and be witness to how his wretched soul dragged itself right into hell.

And it destroyed him knowing that he wasn’t able to do so.

“Silence, you fiend! You have no right to speak to our lord like that.”

The god only scoffed, amused by the situation.

“Did you come here to finish me off, Morax? To take revenge on me for killing your spawn?” He taunted. “Or perhaps, would you like for me to tell you how those two screamed and cried, desperately calling for their dear father to save them?”

The sound of a polearm hitting the rock wall filled the room. The small cut on the god’s cheek only let a drop of blood escape, before retracting and slowly closing itself. Just as if nothing had wounded him at all.

Morax’s heart sank even deeper at this. He knew where those powers came from, didn’t he? A fleeting memory came to him in an instant: a wound, two small children crying, and a woman consoling them. He slowly retreated his arm back to his side, not bothering to summon the weapon back. He didn’t have the strength to do it.

The creature laughed maniacally. It was elated to see the powerless figure of the Lord below him, feeling as if he had won before the fight even started. “You’re weak, dragon. Maybe these powers aren’t enough to slaughter you, but I have taken something from you. Something you will never be able to take back.”

.

“So? What happens next?”

“It’s obvious! Morax defeats the evil god and avenges his children, right?!”

The woman closed the book with a smile, finally looking up to see her children tucked in each one’s bed. “Well, what do you wish for it to happen next?”

“Rex Lapis kills the god! And, and- he finds out his children aren’t dead! And they all live happily ever after, fighting all the evil gods that come after them!”

She couldn’t help but laugh at her son’s words.

“You two have such a wild imagination sometimes.”

“But how does it really end?” Both the woman and the young boy turned to look at you, who had a hopeful look on your face. “Does it really have a happy ending?”

"Well, you'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out. Right now it's time to sleep." She put the book away before giving each kid a kiss on their forehead. "Have a good night, my treasures."

It only took a few seconds for her to turn of the light and close the door, disappearing into the hallway of the house. Both siblings remained in silence for a moment, before one of them shifted uncomfortably.

"Are you feeling okay, 妹妹?" Came the words of your brother, turning to face you. "Are you cold?"

"No, I just can't sleep. I'm thinking about that evil god… What if he breaks free? And attacks our village?! He'll hurt mom and dad!"

He got up from his bed, careful not to make any noise that could alert your parents, and slowly walked up to your bed, getting inside the sheets with you.

"It's just a story! That god probably doesn't even exist, and I doubt that Rex Lapis has had any children in the past." As expected of your older brother, such mature thoughts! He took great pride in the fact that he was able to comfort you.

"Really? So it's not real?"

He took your tiny hands between his. "Yeah! Plus, there's no one Rex Lapis can't defeat. He's our Geo Lord, after all."

You couldn't help but chuckle. Your brother was always right.

None of you said anything after that. The light of the moon illuminated the room through the window, barely letting you see each other's faces. It felt safe, knowing that your brother was there to guard you.

It was always safe.

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"Here, try this sweetheart."

A red-colored drink was put in front of your face, hanging there barely a second before you grabbed it with both hands.

"It's strawberry, your favorite."

You smiled at your father, hugging him by the waist as a 'thank you'. He only chuckled and ruffled your hair, which in turn made you groan and quickly separate from him so he wouldn't mess it even more.

Your brother was busy clinging to your mother, who was in turn busy paying for the drinks your family had. The market was filled with all sort of people walking along, stopping by the various stands and buying all sort of things that you were sure no one would ever need. These were times of peace, your parents always reminded you two. As the war between gods finally came to an end, every creature was eager to go outside and celebrate, even if that celebration just meant going to the market and enjoy the afternoon with your family.

Without the ever-present danger of a stray attack of a divinity striking you for being in the wrong place at wrong time, it wasn't such a wonder everyone was feeling pretty happy.

"It's a statue of Morax!"

"What a marvelous piece of work!"

Your father had to grab your free hand when people started to pass by you in a rush, eager to reach the center of the street, just behind you both. Your eyes followed the multitude and lingered on, finding the statue they were fawning about. The sculptor was startled by the sudden noise of people gathering around her, momentarily separating her chisel from the stone before any irreparable damage could be done. She breathed a sigh of relief and brushed her forehead, failing to notice the bucket full of utensils at her side and inevitably pushing it down the stairs she was sitting on.

The metal resonated a few times before hitting the ground, spreading every instrument on the floor. The few onlookers that were close enough were quick to get out of the way, simply watching the artist groan in frustration at the thought of going down and retrieving all her stuff.

You were quick to leave your father's side, the sound of his voice calling out for you being drowned by the gasps and exclamations of surprise from the crowd around the square. You left your drink on the ground, opting to collect all the scattered items in your small hands. The woman shouted a big "thank you" from where she sat, waving her arm so you could notice her. You waved back, although you could barely move your right hand without letting every utensil fall from your arms. She used a rope to lower down a hook, stopping when it reached your waist so you could reach it without any inconvenience.

Just as you were just about to make haste to reach the rope, a metallic sound caught you attention. You looked back, finding a small hammer on the ground. It must've fallen from your hands. You looked at it for a couple of seconds, debating whether you should try to pick it up or just come back to retrieve it after sending back the bucket, with the possibility to have everything fall if you tried to grab it. Just as you were deciding to come back for it, a pair of black shoes stood next to the hammer, a gloved hand picket the small item up before handing it to you.

"I believe this is for the lady up there?" A deep, masculine voice asked. You looked up to find a pair of gold, glowing eyes.

"Thank you, mister!"

You did a small bow before quickly making your way to the statue of the Lord of Geo, using the rope and hook to hang the bucket with all the utensils inside. It wasn't long before the sculptor pulled the rope and retrieved her materials, waving once more just to show how grateful she was. This time you waved back accordingly, bidding farewell to the lady up there.

When you turned around to go back to your father, you only found strange faces walking along. Even looking all around the square proved to be in vain, as none of the men there looked remotely similar to him. Starting to feel nervous, you took a step forward and retracted almost immediately. There was a red puddle on the ground and an empty cup just a few centimeters away from it. This must've been your drink, you thought, and somebody must've kicked it accidentally from leaving it on the ground. Oh this was bad, your mom would surely scold you for being so careless! But, you had to find you dad first-

Your little eyes started scanning every inch of the plaza, feeling more and more anxious every time you failed to notice a familiar face.

It was then when you suddenly found one.

"Are you okay, little one?"

It was the man from before, you realized. He stood in front of you once more, slightly bending so you could see each other eye to eye. He must've seen you panicked and came to your rescue.

You noticed it the first time, but it really felt like the eyes of that man did glow. Such a nice golden color he had. It briefly reminded you of the landscape surrounding your village, the countless afternoons you spent with your brother playing around while the mountains watching over you from afar. It brought a feeling of peace along with it.

You wondered how long you were looking at them, for when you came back to yourself, he had his head tilted with amusement.

"I- I can't find my dad", you confessed, looking down in shame.

Oh, how he didn't like the loss of visual contact. A dangerous glint flashed before his eyes, quick enough to disappear just as you were raising your head again.

"I see," he said, smiling gently. "What does he look like? That way I can help you look for him."

It should be okay to tell him, right? Your mother always told you not to talk or go with strangers, but this one was trying to help you get back to your family's side. He had such gentle eyes, he surely couldn't be a bad guy.

The man nodded his head as you described your father's appearance. Though he maintained an amicable expression, you didn't fail to notice that his smile suddenly became strained. It was almost like he was feeling more disappointed as you rambled on.

"I say we look for him. He must be very close still." He extended his hand for you to take, and you didn't think twice. As you were just about to grab it, a voice calling your name made you stop. You turned to see the little figure of your brother calling your name and running straight to you, and the man closed his fist tightly.

"Where were you? Papa was worried when you left his side, mama scolded him a lot!" Your brother fussed, taking your hand in his as he started to make you follow him.

"Ah, wait!" The man at your side let his panic show for a moment, grabbing you both and making you stop in your tracks. He had his left hand on your shoulder, and his right one in your brother's arm, just above your linked hands.

The pair looked at him quizzically, but he refused to take his eyes off you both. You though they were glowing before, but now they were shining. They went back and forth between you two, and it was starting to get uncomfortable to be held by this stranger.

The hands grabbing you started to tremble.

The moment your sibling made up his mind to ask the man what did he want with you, the voice of your mother startled you. She came up running, your dad following her just behind. "I told you both to not get separated from us! Something could've happened!"

In an instant you both were set free. The man took a step backwards, as if he was suddenly shook awake from the trance he subconsciously put himself in. Looking back at him for barely a second you found him glaring intently at your mother. He seemed to assess her, looking up and down her appearance as if looking for something specific. Alas, he didn't find it, for his mood soured even more.

"Mister was going to help me find you, dad!" You exclaimed with excitement.

Your father turned to look at him, "Is that true? Well, thank you sir..."

"Mo- Zhongli. My name's Zhongli."

Neither of your parents realized that he was going to say another name. You and your brother looked at each other. At least he caught it too.

"Say goodbye to mister Zhongli children." Your mom ordered, patting your backs. "And remember to thank him."

You looked into his eyes once again and a chill ran through your whole body. His cold gaze was fixated into your mom's touch for barely a second before turning to you two. When he caught your gaze his mood changed so suddenly that it left you wandering if you imagined the previous hostility. He now smiled warmly and offered a shy wave of his hand. His expression was one of pure bliss at your acknowledgement of him.

"Goodbye mister Zhongli. Thank you." You shyly waved at him, hiding behind your mother due to the sudden weird feeling you were getting from him.

"Bye-bye. Thanks." Your brother imitated your action and ran to grab your father's hand.

The hand of your mother rested on your head, giving you a slight ruffle. You all started walking away from the market heading for home. Purely by curiosity both your brother and you looked behind you and had to quickly advert your eyes with a shiver running down your spines.

That man, Zhongli, was still looking at you two.

And the look he had was one of pure madness.

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The curtain in the bedroom did nothing to stop the moonlight from barely illuminating the room. It was still pretty dark, the dim light only served to highlight the outline of the furniture, the walls and, most importantly, the two small figures resting in one bed.

The sight of the two kids hugging each other while sleeping made his heart ache with longing. It brought forth a deep sadness that was hurting his chest. He was staring right at them and he still couldn't believe he was seeing them.

Morax reached with his left hand and moved a wild strand of hair off your brother's face; all the while with the other he cupped your cheek and ran his thumb alongside with nothing but delicacy and love.

Oh, how he had missed them. His children.

It had to be fate, right? There was no other explanation for this.

He thanked Celestia time and time again, repeating it like a silent prayer. It must've been thanks to the kingdom in the sky that his children were allowed to reincarnate, albeit human but another life nonetheless. His mind wandered briefly to the memory of his long lost family, and especially to his late lover. How disappointed he was to find that neither your father nor your mother held her spirit. But it was okay, he told himself. There was still time. If his kids were given another chance at life then that meant he would see her again someday.

Until that happened he would make sure to properly protect you this time.

Your lazily opened your eyes. Even half asleep, you still had that uncomfortable feeling of being watched. You quickly scanned your room, finding nothing out of the ordinary and certainly no human, ghost or spirit watching you while you were sleeping. Your brother gave a soft groan and turned around, continuing his dream.

You must've imagined it then.

Your hand reached out to touch your cheek. For some reason it felt warm.

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"Remember not to wander too far, okay kids?"

"Yes 妈!"

The two siblings ran along the busy street, chasing each other and laughing all the while. A group of kids passed by playing among themselves too. Your brother took notice of them and immediately approached what seemed to be the leader, asking for you both to join their game of tag. None of the children had any problem with it, they even seemed happy to have a few more people to play with. Giving a hand gesture to your parents indicating that you would be with them, the both of you started to follow the other kids.

A couple of hours passed. In the middle of the fun the game changed a few times, ultimately deciding to play a few rounds of hide and seek before having to return to their homes. It was your turn to hide. You took your brother's hand and made him follow you, going inside an alleyway to sit behind a few wooden crates. You giggled at each other, thinking that this was the perfect hiding spot. You were sure the girl counting wouldn't be able to find you-

"Found you!" A voice above startled you both.

Your brother stood up with a jump. You turned around, confused as to why it wasn't that girl's voice what you heard.

Gold filled your vision.

You were staring again at the gleaming eyes of the same man that helped you yesterday.

"It's... you again." You muttered. He brightened up at the thought of you recognizing him.

"Go away! We're playing hide and seek! You're going to give away our hiding spot!"

Even though your brother rudely tried to shoo him he remained in his place, a gentle smile resting on his face.

"Are you playing, then? Can I join?

Your brother and you stared at each other.

"We'd have to ask the others... I don't think adults are allowed to join."

He seemed to ponder over this.

"Don't mind the other kids. Let's play just the three of us."

Even though your brother was about to refuse something made him stop right in his tracks. You followed his line of vision and found yourself entranced by the dim glow of Zhongli's eyes. Suddenly they felt very familiar. It was exactly like those times that by cleaning your room you ended up finding a toy you really treasured but didn't know you had lost at one point. A sense of longing and love, the sensation of reuniting with something you believed was lost to time.

Overwhelmed by this strange feeling, you ended up giving in to his demand. "I... I- Sure..."

It was clear that at your side your brother was feeling the same way, for he didn't refuse a second time.

Two gloved hands extended in front of you. You hesitated momentarily, thinking that this wasn't a really good idea. The sudden memory of the first meeting with Zhongli flashed through your mind.

"I think that-"

"Yeah, let's go."

Your brother was quick to take one of the hands, letting the man pull him closer to him like your father would do.

They both turned to look at you. "Are you coming, 妹妹?"

If your brother thought that it was fine then it should be, right? You nodded slowly and decided to also take Zhongli's hand.

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"兒子! 女儿! Where are you?"

Zhongli stopped walking. The distressed voice of your mortal mother managed to miraculously sour his whole mood. He was having such a good time with his children, how dare that woman interrupt him!

Your sleeping figure in his arms started to wake up at the familiar sound sound of her shouting. You looked above his shoulder, waking up even more once you recognized her figure wandering along the street. "妈!" You called for her.

Your brother, who was walking alongside Zhongli and being guided by his hand, also turned to look at her. He rubbed the sleepiness off his eyes and waved to get her attention.

"Kids! There you are!"

It took all of Morax's willpower not to turn and smite her right there and then. He wanted nothing more than to take his children away, hide them where no one could find them ever again. It was bad luck that he was found by that woman as he was planning to leave the city; Morax believed that he wasn't such a violent god, now that the war was over. His displays of power were limited to deities and other mystical beings, never a human was a victim to his wrath. It would reflect badly on him if he decided to eliminate this human in front of his children. It could frighten them, make them scared of his power.

The last thing he wanted was the two of you fearing him.

"Thank you for looking after them!" She exclaimed, running up to him and taking you from his arms onto hers. Rage flashed through his eyes. He stilled his right hand that ached for the blood of the person that dares take his kid from him. Be calm, he told himself. He needed to be calm.

"It was no problem, madam." He forced a smile at her. "It was getting late and I found them wandering again, I just wanted to make sure nothing bad happened to them until we found you."

She seemed to believe that he was helping you again just like yesterday. This would do. The boy let go of his hand and ran up to his mother, hugging her from the waist. His fist clenched tightly.

"We played all day, mom!" Your brother said with enthusiasm.

She gave a soft laugh. "Is that why you two are falling asleep standing?"

Morax faked a laugh. She turned to him.

"I have no words of gratitude. I was getting really worried when I saw that they weren't coming home once their curfew arrived!"

Such an irresponsible mother. If it were him he wouldn't take his eyes off his kids. He would make sure to stay besides them all day, forever...

"It's my pleasure to help." He gave a small bow. "They're lovely kids."

"Why, thank you!" She smiled brightly at his kind words. Your brother tugged her cheongsam to get her attention. She immediately got the massage and bowed to Morax. "It was a pleasure, mister Zhongli. Thank you again for your help."

She turned around and started walking heading for her home. Morax didn't bother to responder her goodbye. He only looked at her fading figure, one child in her arms and the other walking besides her.

It was okay.

He has waited all this time for them. He could wait a little more before bringing his children home.

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A week had passed since then.

Your parents made sure to keep you both close to them or at least, somewhere they could keep an eye on you. During all this time you didn't encounter Zhongli, at least not directly. There were moments where you would spot his golden eyes in the middle of the crowd, or see his figure leaning against the wall, completely in silence with his gaze fixed on your brother or yourself. It would be for merely a few seconds; as soon as your mother or father got close to you he would disappear.

Those strange sightings plus the uncomfortable sensation of being watched all the time were starting to make you pretty nervous. It didn't feel like you two were actually in danger, but the hazard was still there nonetheless. It made you anxious not know where the danger actually was.

You eventually stopped going outside to play, preferring to stay and home with the company of your parents. They didn't complain, of course not, but you knew they were worried by the sudden change of attitude. Could have something happened?

Clouds covered the entire sky. It wasn't raining yet, but it was obvious that it would rain pretty soon.

You looked at the sky trough your bedroom's window, letting out a sigh.

"Feeling sad, 妹妹?" Your brother asked from the door before approaching you and standing at your side.

"Well, we weren't planning on going outside and play anyways. Maybe we could just read something?"

"We've been reading all week! Let's do some other thing. What about drawing?"

You pondered over that.

"Sure! Let's grab some paper from dad's study and-"

Your next words died in your throat. The ground started to shake violently, making your whole house vibrate with it. Stuff started to fall all around you, and parts of the ceiling crumbled before crashing to the floor.

"It's an earthquake!" You shouted, hugging your brother instantly.

"We have to get out!"

Nodding at his words, you quickly ran out of the bedroom. You clashed with your father while crossing the door, undoubtedly he was rushing in to help you. He grabbed you both from your arms and ran out of the house, your mother following just behind you.

Outside it was pure chaos. Not only buildings were crumbling on themselves, there were two dragons fighting as high as the clouds were. The adepti tried to guide the crowd as well as they could, signaling where to evacuate to escape from all the destruction.

You tried to hold onto your father's hand, but the swarm of panicked people didn't stop crashing against you, eventually weakening his hold and forcing him to release you with a horrified gasp. You both heard him call your names and try to reach you but the people didn't stop pushing you away from him.

You two just hoped you would be able to escape to reunite with your parents once you were safe.

.

Oh, how good it felt to quell his thirst of blood.

He looked at the inert body of the other god, watching as the blood flowed from where his polearm was thrusted in his back. This wouldn't kill him, no, but how good it still felt to try.

He briefly looked up to the mountains, glazing over the enormous hole the tallest had. He always knew that that evil god would break free from his seal, that all this time feigning sleep were only for the sole purpose of gaining his strength back.

But Morax had an advantage. The god had power that didn't belong to him, thus every time he tried to use it he would become unstable, open to attacks. It was a hard battle that's true, but it didn't matter to the Geo Lord. He would take him down as many times as it was needed.

He would protect his children this time. This and all the upcoming ones.

With one look around, all his adepti started working right away. A group of them focused on restraining the fallen god before he awakened, while the other, the physically stronger, helped the humans trapped below the rubble and destruction that was left behind.

Morax turned on his heels and started walking away. None of the presents said anything to him. Their master was emanating an ominous aura, a warning for them to stay away from him and just focus on their task ahead.

The streets that were once full of life now served as a cemetery for all the corpses laying everywhere. A few of them were barely clinging onto life, crying out due to their wounds or the fallen debris that imprisoned them against the floor.

But Morax didn't have time to waste with them. He closed his eyes and focused on breathing. If he concentrated enough, the earth beneath him would answer his demands. He felt each pulsation like a beating heart; the earth was always carrying life, and if he tuned with it he could feel any being connected to it. Be it plants, animals or humans.

Two particular beats made his body tingle and suddenly Morax could breathe again. They were alive. They were safe. He protected them this time.

As soon as he mentally followed their life force located away from the city he was ready to go to them, but the sudden tug of the fabric of his torn hanfu made him look down.

A delicate hand was trying to get his attention; the woman trapped below a cart was weakly tugging his clothes, and he couldn't help but smile with nothing but insanity.

That was your mother right there, bleeding profusely from the head. The body of her husband laid barely a meter away from her. He didn't need to check his pulse or try to hear his breathing to know that that man was already dead.

This couldn't be better.

"Mis... Zhong... help..." She only managed to say, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

He crouched in front of her, tilting his head as he assessed her wound.

"Poor thing. You would surely die if left alone in such condition."

His smile surely didn't convey the fake empathy from his words. A chill went down from the woman's spine, who just by looking at his eyes immediately knew that she wouldn't be getting out of there alive.

"You... them..."

"Ah, yes, them." He shrugged nonchalantly. "You don't have to worry about them. You can go in peace knowing that my children will be in safe hands, right where they belong."

He stood up as she started to trash around to try to break free. He only walked a few steps before a thud behind him made him look for a second. Her wound finally caught up to her and fell unconscious. How happy he was; he didn't even have to get his hands dirty to get rid of the false parents of his children. They were just... sad casualties of war.

He walked on.

.

A faraway temple was serving as a refuge for all the people running away from the city.

Alongside your brother, the two of you remained in a secluded group with all the other lost children, one of the locals comforting you and assuring all the kids that they were doing everything in their power to find their relatives. Your brother gripped your hand tightly, and you rested your head against his shoulder, numbly watching ahead for any sign of your mother or father.

You were expecting the gentle smile of your mom or the soft eyes of your father, but what instead stood before you two was gold.

Morax saluted the woman in charge of the group, and from where you were sitting you couldn't exactly hear what they were saying. She let out a relieved sigh and let him enter, following him with her gaze as he approached you two. He crouched to look at you in the eyes and extended his hand.

"Let's go home, my dears."

You both hesitated. It should be okay, you thought shyly. Mister Zhongli wouldn't do anything to hurt neither of you.

You looked at each other before accepting the hand that was offered. Morax let a small laugh. He helped you stand up before giving a nod to the woman as a thanks, exiting the temple shortly after.

With each step you moved farther and farther away from your village. You glanced at it as it smaller and smaller, feeling like this would be the last time you would look at your home.

[happilyhertale]

Sinful desires – Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader x Aemond Targaryen

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader x Aemond Targaryen

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, threesome

Author’s note:

Just pure smut without much of a story. A little adventure with Daemon and Aemond in the throne room. English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 3k

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He gazes deeply into your purple eyes, whose hue is a captivating reflection of your inner thoughts. As your eyes meet in a tense exchange, a poignant silence surrounds you both. Amidst the swirling elegance of the noble gathering, where lords and ladies dance to the enchanting strains of music, they remain unaware of what is happening between the two of you.

With an unexpected but gentle touch, he grasps your arm and elicits a soft breath from your lips. His desire for your response is palpable and hangs in the air like an unspoken request.

"I want you, y/n. You know you want me too, don't lie to me. This is what Targaryens do. This is what we're meant for," he grumbles in your ear.

Daemon pulls your face closer to his, your lips almost meet, you feel his warm breath.

"We are meant to do this. We are fire and blood. The old gods wanted the Targaryens to take what we want, and I will take that..." you hear him murmur.

And suddenly his teeth meet your lip, he bites your lower lip. You feel how passionate and insistent he is. You whimper slightly. He is rougher than Aemond and you feel it having a direct effect on you.

Suddenly you feel a nervousness that you should leave the hall before something happens that no one else should see.

"We should go..." you whisper a little breathlessly. But Daemon just looks at you, with a grin on his lips.

"Oh, we should, but maybe I'd rather stay here...", he murmurs, looking you in the eyes. His hands are barely visible running up and down your body. Like they have a mind of their own, a mind that wants and needs to touch and caress you.

"I could take you right here at this table," he whispers, barely noticeably pointing to the table near you, "if I wanted to... with our family around us. What would Aemond say to that if he saw his uncle taking his wife?" he continues in a whisper, a smirk forming on his lips again. You look a little shocked.

He wouldn't do that… would he?

"He would be furious, Uncle..." you finally whisper.

He chuckles, "You're a naughty girl, aren't you? And I bet you'd like it if Aemond saw us, wouldn't you?" he whispers.

You bite your lower lip, your breathing getting a little heavier.

"If Aemond could see you now, with your uncle's hands on you... what do you think he'd think of that?"

Again you can't stop a whimper.

"Aemond would... Maybe he'd even like it..." you whisper to him.

This remark causes Daemon to chuckle, for your words seem rather ironic that evening.

"Well, we're both Targaryens. A few perversions are in our nature, aren't they? So... it's not so far off that he could possibly like it," he murmurs.

Almost gently, he brushes a strand of silver hair from your face.

"I know a place better suited for... perversions. We can show each other what a Targaryen can really do..."

You gasp slightly, looking into his eyes. The smirk doesn't leave his lips. How you would love to touch those lips....

"Let's go to the throne room..." you suddenly say, a little startled by your words.

His grin widens, his teeth show.

"The throne room?" he asks, "This could be seen as treason..." he whispers.

You bite your lip again, "Then we shouldn't get caught," you whisper.

Almost suddenly, Daemon grabs your hand and pulls you with him. You leave the ballroom and walk down the corridors.

His other hand slowly explores your body on the way to the throne room. You feel his fingers gliding over your bottom, gently grabbing your buttocks. You blush slightly, but you feel the desire growing inside you. Daemon notices your blush as you come to a stop in front of the throne room. Gently he leans down and kisses your neck softly as he opens the door to the throne room.

"Nervous?" His voice, a low whisper, reaches your ears, but you answer only with a slight, determined shake of your head. You gather all your courage and stride resolutely into the throne room as Daemon holds the door open for you.

You exhale softly as you take in the sight of the empty room. Behind you, Daemon moves, his long strides matching the tension of the moment. At the foot of the stairs leading to the iron throne itself, you stop. But Daemon does not hesitate long and almost with a supernatural ease he climbs up and takes his rightful place.

As his steely gaze is fixed on you, a confident smile dances across his lips. His long silver hair falls over his shoulders, catching the ethereal moonlight that falls through the window behind him. The room seems to hold its breath, entranced by his presence.

With a silent gesture, Daemon extends his hand, an unspoken invitation for you to come closer. Your heart beats faster as you nibble on your lower lip. But you climb each step, guided by the desire of the forbidden.

When you reach the top, you feel your breathing getting heavier. Your uncle is sitting in front of you and the warmth between your thighs becomes noticeable.

Daemon reaches for the laces of your dress and slowly begins to open it. You feel the pulsing between your thighs getting stronger.

Your dress slowly slides to the floor and Daemon looks up at you. He looks into your eyes and this time he is the one biting his lip. You take another step towards him and he puts his hands on your hips. His hands slide over your soft skin, exploring your curves. Your gaze falls on his crotch and you see how the bulge is already literally trying to push its way through his trousers.

"I want you," he growls. 

And you don't hesitate for long and drop to your knees in front of him. He growls softly again as your eyes meet and you begin to open his trousers. He watches the movements of your hands closely. How you open his trousers and you pull them down to his ankles. You see his hard manhood and feel your wetness soaking your folds. You reach for his hard manhood and let your tongue glide along it. Your eyes are fixed on his. Daemon takes a sharp breath, a moan catching in his throat. You feel his cock react and twitch. Your hand stays closed around his cock, sliding gently up and down as you begin to lick his balls. Your tongue slides along the base of his cock and covers it with your salvia. You can't resist the urge and press your nose against his soft balls, breathing in his scent. Your tongue glides over the wrinkled skin and you suck lightly, trying to take his balls into your mouth. His hand slides into your hair as he grunts.

You look up at him, his lips are slightly parted and he tries to breathe calmly but fails. You moan slightly as you see him being carried away by the pleasure, and it spurs you on. Your hand slides up and down his hard member faster as you continue to suck and lick his balls.

When your work is suddenly interrupted.

"Ahem..." it suddenly sounds and a voice interferes with your little scene with Daemon and you release his balls from your mouth. You haven't noticed Aemond, who is now standing in the middle of the throne room, watching you both intently. For a moment he cannot take his eyes off you, his eyes fixed on his wife and uncle in a compromising position.

Daemon pauses and looks at his nephew with a grin on his face.

"I see we have an audience... What a shame you had to come so early, nephew," Daemon says a little breathlessly.

You look at Aemond and bite your lip lightly. You don't know whether to be embarrassed or excited.

"Aemond..." you whisper, and his gaze meets yours. But you know that look. He doesn't seem angry. In fact, you'd almost say he likes what he sees.

"Do you want to join us?" you ask Aemond boldly. You hear Daemon chuckle slightly, but you figure you'd get in trouble now anyway - so you might as well ask him to join in.

Aemond steps forward, his eye fixed on you. He stares at his wife, whom he loved, and Daemon, his uncle, the man he respected and admired. He looks so confused at the situation. He takes a deep breath and averts his eye from you, but he continues to walk towards the throne. His gaze then lingers on Daemon. You don't know how to assess the situation, and suddenly you notice that both Aemond and Daemon are looking at you, and you feel a strange, electric sensation as you feel their eyes on you. Aemond looks at you and climbs the stairs.

"You want me to join you?" he asks you. You bite your lip and nod just slightly. Aemond is now standing in front of you and you look up at him. Daemon's hand is still in your hair. Aemond doesn't say anything else, and you slowly begin to unbuckle the belt. You hesitate briefly as you unbuckle his belt. But you see no sign that Aemond could stop you. So you continue and start to open his trousers. Aemond's gaze is fixed on your hands.

"I think we need to introduce some new Targaryen traditions, don't you think...", Daemon says quietly as Aemond's trousers slip to the floor and his hard length literally jumps out at you. You see the familiar cock twitching almost furiously. Your mouth is already watering. You bite your lip and look up at Aemond as your hand embrace his hot length. Slowly you let your hand slide down.

Daemon's hand is still in your hair, pushing you closer to Aemond. As you turn further towards your husband and begin to suck on the tip of his cock, Daemon gives you an encouraging slap on the hip and you whimper slightly.

"Come on, little y/n. Show us how you please a man," Daemon says and you feel Daemon slide his hands to your bottom, start massaging it.

You start to let Aemond's cock slide further into your mouth. He moans softly. The salty taste of him spreads into your mouth as you continue to lick and suck, concentrating on taking as much of his length into your mouth as you can. Your hand, meanwhile, strokes the rest of him that doesn't fit in your mouth. Your head bobs in rhythm with his thrusts, which begin to emanate from his hips. Lewd wet noises fill the throne room, accompanied by Aemond's soft groans.

Aemond's eyes are on you, watching as you satisfy him with everything you have.

"I knew you were a good girl...," Aemond whispers.

Suddenly he grabs your head, reaches into your hair and brings your face closer to him. He lets his instinct guide him, thrusts and leads you the way he wants, straight into your greedy mouth.

"And you've learned...," Aemond murmurs, "keep going," he grunts.

Daemon's hand slides further between your legs, running his fingers through your wetness. His fingers find your clit and you moan out. He rubs your swollen pearl with such expertise that you were sure he had never had an unsatisfied lover. Daemon enjoys the sight of you taking Aemond all the way into your mouth. Saliva gathers in your mouth and you can't manage to swallow it. With the next violent thrust Aemond makes you gag and your throat clenches around him - he groans loudly.

Daemon's fingers begin to penetrate you. His fingers thrust and writhe inside you as you begin to rock against him. He kneels behind you and makes you moan even more as his fingers slide even deeper inside you. His fingers are immediately soaked with your wetness.

"Fuck... you're not wet..." he grunts, "you're drenched". You whimper and try to bounce your hips harder on his fingers to feel him deeper.

Aemond's moans become more intense as you start sucking harder and one of your hands finds its way to his balls. You start to apply light pressure, massaging his balls. You look up at Aemond, saliva running out of your mouth by now as he continues to fuck your mouth.Tears come to your eyes and you breathe heavily through your nose. Aemond grunts loudly, you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

"Keep going my dear niece. Keep making your husband feel good...," Daemon grunts as he teases your inner walls.

And you obey.

But suddenly you feel Daemon pulling his fingers out of you. You can't look over your shoulder because Aemond is still holding your head and continues to thrust into your mouth. But you see Aemond begin to smile despite his panting.

You feel Daemon grab your ass and slowly pull you towards him. You feel his manhood sliding through your folds. Immediately your wet walls clench around an emptiness that wants to be filled. Your breathing becomes heavier and more erratic. And then Daemon penetrates you, but this time he reaches further depths inside you. You moan as he slowly slides into your warm core, stretching you inch by inch. Briefly you try to take Aemond's cock out of your mouth to take a breath. But Aemond only shakes his head slightly and continues to thrust, holding your head firmly in his hand. You whimper again.

"Can you feel how tight our princess is, Uncle?" Aemond grunts a little breathlessly.

"I can… and I want to feel that tightness," Daemon grunt between his thrusts.

Daemon's words make you groan. You are simultaneously aroused and frightened by the situation you find yourself in. You give your husband pleasure, but you are taken - right in front of him, and he watches you and smiles. Daemon's hands are on your hips and he lets them slam hard against his. Your breasts bounce with each thrust. You are defenceless and cannot move willingly as both men take what they want from you.

Aemond continues to moan and groan, his eyes fixed on your body as Daemon looks down as he penetrates you again and again. Aemond's hand still in your hair, still making you unable to move freely.

Daemon grunts and thrusts harder. He buries himself deep inside you up to the hilt. With each thrust his balls slap against your clit and you can't help but whimper and moan. Aemond grunts loudly as your moans vibrate around his cock.

"Yes uncle... she likes that... our little slut..." grunts Aemond. Again you look up at Aemond who continues to fuck your mouth. Tears run down your cheek as saliva still leaks from the corners of your mouth. Aemond's words, praising you and mocking the situation at the same time, give you another shock of arousal.

Daemon just grunts loudly and thrusts harder, stretching your walls completely. You can't help it, your hands grab Aemond's hips as your head rocks in time with the thrusts from your uncle.

With the next deep thrust, Aemonds pushes too far down your throat so that you choke on his cock. Your eyes water again, but you don't stop. With vigour you continue to suck on his twitching cock, swirling your tongue around the slick head. You feel Aemond's leg tighten and hear him grunt loudly.

As Daemon begins to push your buttocks apart for better access and more friction. He looks down and watches how well you take him, your arousal coating his length and gathering around his base. He moans and begins to wet his thumb with your arousal. When his thumb is soaked, he slides to your butthole and applies some pressure. You whimper as you feel what Daemon is doing, but Aemond doesn't let go of your head. Daemon grunts louder and thrusts faster as he presses harder and slides his thumb into your butthole. You moan and whimper.

It's almost too much, but it feels so good.

The thrusts become faster, more intense. Both Daemon and Aemond find their rhythm. Moans, grunts and the slapping of bare skin echo through the throne room.

You feel the warmth spreading through your lower belly. Your thighs give way and begin to tremble.

"Aemond... look at her. See how eager she is to get every hole filled.." Daemon growls. Aemond grunts loudly, feeling the twitch in his balls as he watches you suck greedily on his cock.

"Yes..." gasps Aemond, "and you would like me to fill your mouth, wouldn't you?", he growls at you.

You can only whimper.

You close your eyes, sinking into the moment of pleasure, moaning more and more until your uncle feels you start to clench around his cock and his voice brings you back.

"That's it, y/n. Don't hold back. Come for us," he gasps.

And that's it - You come as Daemon thrusts deep inside you, his thumb pushing deeper into your butthole and your mouth sucking greedily on Aemond. Your moans and the lustful look on your face bring Aemond to climax. He thrusts deep into your mouth once more. He growls and his hot cum spills down your throat, into your greedy mouth. You eagerly try to swallow it all, but some cum drips out of your mouth. Aemond's thrusts slacken and he moans.

You whimper and moan as your pussy continues to clench around Daemon's cock as he fucks you through your orgasm. Then he grunts loudly and pulls out of you. Panting and groaning, he wraps his hand around his cock and pumps it. A deep moan follows as he releases himself across your buttocks. Aemond slowly withdraws from your mouth and smiles slightly at you. His fingers glide gently over your cheek, wiping the remains of his cum from your chin.

Your heavy breathing replaces the obscene sounds heard a short while ago and echoes off the walls of the throne room. Daemon leans slightly against you and tries to catch his breath.

But Daemon is interrupted. The sound of footsteps on stone echoes through the throne room.

Aemond and Daemon both look in the direction of the sound and see King Viserys enter, surrounded by his Kingsguard. You gasp, still kneeling in front of Aemond, Daemon's cum on your bottom.

"What is going on here?!" roars Viserys.

"Oh shit..." murmurs Aemond but Daemon's sniggering punctuates Aemond's statement.

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“Call me, ‘kay?” DB Romantic Scenario

Gender Neutral Reader;Human DB or not, your choice

(Y/N’s POV)

The round honestly seemed like it was taking forever. The only thing making up for it was how easy the questions are.

I shuffled at my podium, secretly zoning out. Suddenly, I see a circular hand waving in front of my face. “Hey! Wake up, it’s ya’ turn to choose.” I looked up and noticed the banana was speaking to me. I clear my throat and fixed my posture. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry about that.”

The options appeared and I chose one according to my liking, answering the question like it was nothing. I was just praying this could be over so I could crash in my bed..

(DB’s POV)

I noticed their heads down, they seem bored. I can’t have someone bored on my show! That’d be cruel! As if I haven’t done some bad things.. Ahem.

But this was way more important, I need to fix this.

“Y’know, doll, you’re pretty smart for this game. That’s why I- I mean we invited ya’.” I spoke up, fixing my bow-tie.

Their face flushed pink, and they looked to the side a bit. “Uh, thanks!”

I leaned over their podium to their ear, “I can see the blush on your face. You’re not too good at hidin’ a fluster,” I whispered.

The announcer suddenly spoke, “Um.. Can we move on? Yes? Okay.”

I sighed, and kissed their cheek. “See me after the show if you’d like.”

(Y/N’s POV)

What. Just. Happened. Oh my god. DB just kissed me on the cheek? And he’s flirting with me? This can’t be happening.

Eventually, the game ended, and I got off stage. I hesitatingly walked over to him. "Hey, you said to talk to you?" I stated, tilting my head to the side in confused yet extremely flustered.

He passed over a card with all his contact information on it, but when you flipped it over it had his personal number. “Call me, ‘kay?”

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(A/N)

HELP AAAAADHJEJWIWKSJS I WAS JUST MAKING THIS FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES BUT THIS IS THE SECOND DB FANFIC I MADE. LORD PLEASE FORGIVE ME IF IM SOMEHOW SINNING 😭

PLS TELL ME IF U WANT MORE OF THIS, OR SEND IDEAS (like scenarios, etc)

and take this.. PEACE OUT NOW

[buckysgrace]

Forgive Me Father

Billy Hargrove x Kim Mayfield (OC)

CW: Manipulation, handjobs, Billy doesn't know where a rosary is supposed to go, idk religion??

Father Billy takes an interest in one of the new Sister's.

“Father?” Kim stepped into Father Billy’s office slowly, wincing as the heavy door slammed shut behind her, “You wanted to see me?” She asked softly, her cheeks burning from how loud the door had slammed shut behind her. 

“Sister Kim,” Billy greeted with a soft smile. He scooted back in his chair, standing up to greet her, “Come in. I just wanted to check in on how things were going.” He tilted his head, enjoying how red her face was becoming. 

“Oh,” Kim nodded as she stepped forward, her tunic swaying against her ankles. It was still slightly too short, despite having it altered two different times, “Things are going well. Thank you, Father.” She nodded her head softly as she pressed her fingertips against one another. 

Billy was far too interested in her for his own good and perhaps her own good too. She was too sweet, too genuine. She was more real than anyone he’d ever met before. She was stunning, far too perfect. 

He watched her for a moment, constantly wondering if he made her nervous. She always appeared nervous around him. She constantly fumbled over her words, her body would flush and she’d avert her eyes as she played with her hands. She was a mystery to him.

“I heard you mentioning something about your prayers,” Billy drew out softly as he brushed his fingertips against the pages of his Bible, slowly letting it fall shut, “That you wanted to strengthen them?” He questioned her, looking for clarity as he drew his eyes up towards her again.

“Yes,” She said quickly as a bright smile splattered across her lips, “I want to do whatever I can to strengthen my relationship with the Lord.” She nodded her head, her eyes flickering away again as he caught her gaze.

He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, feeling like he was being dragged closer to her. He wondered if she felt the same tension that tugged them closer, or if he was just imagining things. He tilted his head as he watched her again.

“I could help you,” He offered her softly, “I’d love to be a part of that.” He added quickly, enjoying the way her face lit up with joy. He felt his heart hammering roughly inside of his chest, barely able to look her in the eye. “Really?” She looked up at him gleefully, “What do you suggest?” She asked as she linked her fingers behind her back, bouncing forward on the balls of her feet. He felt his own lips curling into a smile, still debating if this was a good idea or not. 

“There’s a way,” Billy began softly, “You’d have to undress.” He told her slowly as he dragged his fingertips across the desk, fully standing in front of her this time. Her eyes widened, her cheeks burning as she looked up at him in surprise. 

“Undress?” She asked him curiously, her dark eyebrows knitting together as she watched him, “Isn’t that a sin?” She questioned him seriously, looking like she didn’t fully understand what he meant. He paused for a second. 

“Why would this be a sin?” Billy questioned as he looked up at Kim, “You were made from God’s image. There is no shame in being naked.” He mumbled underneath his breath as his hands found her small waist. He enjoyed the way she shivered underneath him, how alarmed her eyes grew.

“But Father,” Kim breathed out softly, “I’ve already taken my vows.” She shook her head, looking at him in concern. He watched the way she bit down on her bottom lip, her eyes holding interest as he watched him. 

“This has nothing to do with vows,” He whispered to her softly as he lightly gripped her chin, “This is all about praising our lord, the father.” He watched the way her eyebrows slowly relaxed, how she nodded her head in agreement. 

“What do I do?” She looked at him eagerly, looking overjoyed suddenly. Billy breathed in, doing his best to control his own emotions that were swirling within his chest. 

“Undress,” Billy told her softly, fighting the urge to lick his lips, “Don’t be nervous. God is with us.” He reassured her as his heart hammered roughly inside of his chest. He breathed out roughly, watching as she debated his suggestion. 

“Okay,” Kim blanched for a second as she watched him, her red hair falling into soft ringlets against her shoulders as she removed her headpiece, “I’ve never been nude in front of anyone before.”

“Don’t be shy,” He reassured her, “It’s for God.” He reminded her as he placed his hands against hers softly. She breathed out roughly against his touch before she nodded her head in reassurance. He took a step back, admiring her as she slowly began to remove the rest of her clothing.

She averted her eyes as she slid her gown from her shoulders, revealing her pale skin to him. He felt his breath catching in his lungs, his cock stirring as he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. He stared at her perky tits, fighting to hold back a smirk as he realized how pink her nipples were.

His eyes traveled down the rest of her body as she let her uniform drop to her feet. He licked across his teeth, staring at her white panties as she brought her hands up to her chest. She covered herself, still looking bashful as she kept her eyes glued towards the painted glass windows. 

“S’alright,” He reassured her as he brought his hands up towards hers again. He lightly brushed his fingertips against hers, gently prying them away so she’d be fully exposed to him. She kept her eyes drifting away as her neck began to turn a bright red, “You look beautiful.” 

“Thank you Father,” She whispered underneath her breath. He lightly gripped her chin, tugging her face back towards his direction, “What are we doing?” She asked softly, her hazel eyes wide and filled with innocence as she stared towards him. 

“Getting you closer with the lord,” He whispered out raspily, feeling like it was getting harder and harder to hide how desperately he wanted her, “”That’s what you want, right?” He asked, tilting his head as he watched her eyebrows knit together.

“Yes, Father,” Kim nodded her head quickly as she squeezed her fingers against his, “That’s all I want.” She pleaded with him softly. He enjoyed the feeling of her fingertips against his own, feeling a spark traveling up his arm. 

“Do you trust me?” He whispered out softly, feeling like they were far too close for their own good. He brought one hand against her waist, giving her flesh a soft squeeze. She gasped, jolting forward as her hands fell against his chest. 

He groaned underneath his breath, unable to help himself as he felt her soft body against his. Even though he was still dressed, she felt far better than anything he’d ever felt before. He continued to drag his fingertips against her skin. 

“Of course,” She told him honestly, “I trust everything you say.” She spoke quickly, nearly making him feel bad. Billy sighed deeply as he imagined how neatly her lips would fit against his own. He didn’t press it too far, fearing that he’d upset her. 

“Lay down.” He told her softly, lightly gripping her hands as she laid back on the pew in his office. She looked up at him shyly, still holding onto his hands as she got herself comfortable. Billy bit down on his bottom lip, enjoying how good she looked right now. 

“Like this?” She asked quietly as she leaned up on her elbows to watch him. He grinned sweetly at her, feeling a rush of excitement coursing through his body as his fingertips curled around the band of her panties.

“Just like that,” Billy encouraged her as he slowly slid her white panties down her slender legs. He bit back his own groan, his mind swirling at the appearance of a wet spot on her clothing. He had an urge to teach her everything, to show her what she was missing out on, “You look so perfect.” He whispered hotly.

“Do I pray?” She asked softly, looking over at him confused. He drew his hands up and down the length of her body, savoring the feeling of her skin against her own. He blinked roughly as he looked down at her. 

“You can,” Billy reassured her as he pressed his lips against the corner of her knee, “Whatever makes you feel better.” He reassured her, hoping that she didn’t question how this would bring her closer to God. 

“Okay,” She replied shakily as she sat up a bit further, pulling the rosary from her neck. He watched with interest, watching the way she linked the beads through her fingers, “Thank you Father.” She mumbled underneath her breath.

“I need that,” He told her urgently, scooting a little closer as he slowly slid his hands up the length of her pale body, “I’ll give it back.” He reassured her with a small smile. She nodded her head, still holding some shyness within her eyes. 

“Whatever you need, Father.” She gulped, looking like she wanted to cover herself up and hide away. He thought it was silly. She was too pretty to hide away. 

He held the rosary lightly above her skin, letting the bottom of the cross slowly drag against her pale skin. He looked in fascination, enjoying the way goosebumps spread across her skin. He drew his eyes up her body, groaning softly at the sight of her nipples hardening in the cool air. 

He drew the cross down further and further until he was met with her exposed pussy. He enjoyed the small tufts of red hair and how pink her clit and folds were. He felt a smirk forming on his lips as she gasped as he slowly dragged the cross against her cunt. 

He watched in awe, his eyes widening in as the rosary beads dragged along her wet folds. He licked his bottom lip, feeling his cock throbbing painfully against his thigh as her soft moans filled his office. He drifted his eyes up her pale body, enjoying the soft freckles that were splattered across her body.

“You’re stunning, Sister Kim,” Billy breathed out, his eyes dilated in lust. He licked the corner of his lips as he tightened the rosary in his hands and slowly dragged it near her clit. She sighed in awe, taking him by surprise as he shot his eyes up towards her, “So pretty.” He mumbled, taking in the way her pouty lips were parted and his eyebrows were knitted together. 

Billy gripped his fingers across the cross, pressing the smooth back against her clit as he began to grind it into soft circles. She moaned a little louder, her heels digging into his thighs as she urged him a little closer. He huffed loudly, desperate to feel her against his cock. He held himself back, knowing he should take it slow and enjoy her.

“Have you ever done this before?” He asked her hotly, his mind feeling fuzzy as he enjoyed the pleasure that was written across her features. Kim whined against his touch, rolling her hips up against the cross slowly. 

“Prayed, Father?” She looked at him curiously, knitting her eyebrows together. He chuckled softly, enjoying the gasp that left her lips after. 

“Touched yourself,” He grinned mischievously, watching the alarm that grew in her eyes, “Don’t be worried. This is between you and I.” He promised her, knowing that there was no way he’d share this information with anyone else. 

“No, Father,” She whined out softly as she began to grind her hips up against the cross, “Never.” She said in awe, moaning a little louder. He grunted softly as he pressed the cross harder against her clit, admiring the way her hips moved a little faster. 

“Mhm,” Billy hummed in response, enjoying the way her slick was coating his fingertips, “You’ve never had any thoughts? Fantasies?” He pestered her, desperate to know everything she’d ever thought of. He wondered if she’d ever thought of him, nearly prayed for it. 

“No,” She gasped, her teeth snagging her bottom lip as he slowly circled one of his fingers against her entrance. He didn’t fully push into her, too worried that she wouldn’t be able to handle it. He wanted her to enjoy herself first, “Never.”

“You’re such a good girl, Sister Kim,” He praised her, enjoying the way she was slowly becoming undone underneath him, “Does it feel good?” He teased her as he continued to rub the cross in slow circles. Her hips were rolling forward, rocking against the movements of his hand. 

“Really good,” She cried out, jerking her hips forward in awe. She dragged her nails against the wooden pew, whining as her movements became more sporadic, “Oh God, God!” She cried out, her eyebrows knitting together tightly as she came undone underneath him.

He breathed out harshly, his eyes dilated as he stared down at the mess on his fingertips and her rosary. Her chest was moving up and down as she tried to catch her breath, one of her wrists resting across her reddened forehead.

She peaked down at him in embarrassment, looking like she wanted to say something but quickly fell silent as he brought the rosary to his lips. He licked away her slick, tasting her against his tongue. He closed his eyes, swirling his tongue across the clit as he licked the remnants of her cum from the rosary.

“Father-?” She began to question, but was quickly silenced again as he pressed his hard cock up against the back of her thigh. She fluttered her eyelashes up at him, looking up innocently as he slowly began to rut against her soft skin.

He felt himself throbbing in his pants, desperate to get some part of her skin against his. He almost couldn’t handle her big hazel eyes that held so much innocence and nativity. Despite that, she looked like she was full of questions and lust.

“I need you to do something for me now.”

“Okay,” She answered quickly as her eyes traveled to his fingers. He slowly undid his pants, pushing them down just enough to free his cock from his pants. He watched the way her eyes widened, how she looked at him unsure, “I haven’t ever-,” She cut herself off again, apparently very speechless this afternoon. 

“It’s nothing like that,” He told her again, “Just your hand.” He mumbled as he wrapped his fingers with hers. She looked at him with hazy eyes, her lips parting again as he slowly wrapped her hand around his cock.

He sighed in relief, accidentally jerking his hips forward too harshly at how smooth and soft her hand felt against him. He groaned, doing whatever he could to keep himself calm as he slowly stroked himself with her hand. 

“Like this?” She asked worriedly, looking like she feared that he’d say no. He nodded his head, his air hot against his lips as he throbbed in her hand. He looked down at how big he appeared in her small hand, his red tip leaking onto her wrist.

“Just like that,” He groaned in response, slowly releasing her hand so she could take over the motions completely. He gripped a hold of her knees, keeping her balanced as he stared down at her. Her eyes were turned down towards his cock, staring at him lustfully as she slowly dragged her palm up and down the length of his cock, “You’re doing so good.” He praised her as his breath burned roughly inside of his lungs. 

She squeezed his cock a little harder, looking up at him with hooded eyes. He grunted louder, fighting to keep his eyes open so he could fully admire her. He heaved forward, rutting his cock against her hand. She was watching his dick with interest, her eyes full of curiosity as she moved her hand a little harder.

She dragged her hand a little rougher, stroking him as she twisted her hand up towards his tip. Billy couldn’t drag his eyes away from her, too focused on her red cheeks at parted lips. He admired her dark eyebrows, how her thick eyelashes blinked every few seconds.

“Kim,” He breathed out roughly, feeling his chest tightening as the pleasure began to sprout up his body, “Fuck, fuck.” He spit out, grunting loudly as he thrusted his hips forward one last time. Her eyes were wide, looking like she was about to chastise him for his choice of words.

Thick, white goops of cum spilled out from his cock. He groaned in awe, pressing roughly against the back of her thighs as his spunk decorated her stomach and chest. He felt too warm, his body still buzzing in pleasure as he let his hands continue to wander up her body.

“Father,” Kim breathed out softly, breaking him from his thoughts, “Should I confess?”

[nascenterror]

My ears had heard of you     but now my eyes have seen you. Therefore I despise myself     and repent in dust and ashes.

I’m only on the second book of Samuel but I skipped a head to skim the book of Job. I keep seeing tiktoks about it and ones that remind me of it. If you don’t know the Book of Job it’s one of the shorter books and it’s all about this dude Job who God brags to Satan about. 

“Then the Lord said to Satan, “Have you considered my servant Job? There is no one on earth like him; he is blameless and upright, a man who fears God and shuns evil.” Satan counters with:  “Does Job fear God for nothing?” Satan replied. “Have you not put a hedge around him and his household and everything he has? You have blessed the work of his hands, so that his flocks and herds are spread throughout the land. But now stretch out your hand and strike everything he has, and he will surely curse you to your face.”

Which is pretty typical and what I expected but I didn’t expect the poems of back and forth between Job and his friends. And then Job and God??? This is the part I glazed over the most but I got the sense that Job’s friends wanted him to admit his misfortune was due to some sin and that he must think they were dumb if he could get one over on them and God. Job stood ten toes down and is pretty hurt they think he’s lying. Then he eventually gives up talking to his friends and starts talking to God. He asks what he’s done wrong and laments that evil people aren’t punished, among other things, but doesn't yield on his faith. Cool if you know the story from bible study that’s pretty much the end but God responds… and he’s mad and he’s like well since you have all the answers and can hook a Leviathan by the nose( what I assume is a metaphor for being able to understand God) when you must be the critic with all the answers. 

But in my skimming I didn’t realize Job apologizes. Asks for forgiveness. This guy did though. It happens at the very end after God is done questioning Job:

3 You asked, ‘Who is this that obscures my plans without knowledge?’     Surely I spoke of things I did not understand,     things too wonderful for me to know. 4 “You said, ‘Listen now, and I will speak;     I will question you,     and you shall answer me.’ 5 My ears had heard of you     but now my eyes have seen you. 6 Therefore I despise myself     and repent in dust and ashes.” Job 42:3-6

Which is the first part I was shocked by and my guess is he was apologizing 1) because I bet God screaming in your face is scary and 2) pride. In the biblical sense, thinking he could question what God was up to and his actions was super prideful. Besides the Bible mentioning again and again to not assume you know what should be going on(Proverbs 3:5).

But then God turns around to his friends and goes “welp now you better prepare some sacrifices and hope Job prays for you because honestly your takes were completely inaccurate”(Job 42:7). And I was like oh… OH. 

And no one gets punished (besides the yelling ig lol) and Job gets all his stuff back. But this tiktok brought me back to it because I bet Job looked insane when he decided in the middle of this argument with his friends, he was just gonna go to the source. And the structure of the book… the fact that God’s words don’t come directly after Job’s, but another guy (who steps in in anger) makes me believe God was talking to all of them in his section. But seems to be directly addressing Job(maybe because Job took the time to directly address him). Maybe the whole thing ‘was just don’t question me and my operation again and we’re cool because your human brain can’t nail me down.’ Which is an interesting moral but I guess that’s why they tell you in Sunday school the whole thing is about faith. Job was the only one who spoke accurately about God.

[annbourbon]

Disclaimer: First things first, because it needs to be said, I am not catholic or christian. But! I grew up in between both communities, and they made me study the bible, superficially, just to make their point.

My parents allowed me to grew up reading fairytales and stuff that would never ever be dreamed lol so things like witchcraft, paganism, hinduism, buddhism, among other things and luckily the schools I went didn't care about it enough because they gave money to them. Yeah, very much like gossip girl. You can really get away with a lot of things if you throw enough money. So:

1. This post, is not meant to be religious.

2. I study literature and art. I'm supposed to read this book as part of my studies. But because of my years at school were a complete torture, I decided to create these notes to have fun while I'm at it. Otherwise I don't think I'll be able to finish it.

3. This post doesn't pretend to attack on any kind of beliefs displayed here. I just want to rationalize it. I'm still a firm believer that if there's a god, that god loves us no matter what we do: And there's no hell.

Let's go through Genesis together...

Genesis 3:17 KJV - 17 And unto Adam he said, Because thou hast hearkened unto the voice of thy wife, and hast eaten of the tree, of which I commanded thee, saying, Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life;

So basically God creates all. Makes them similar and then punishes them for doing something he would have done. But he knows it all. Suuure kiddo. 🙄

Genesis 4:15-17 KJV - .

16 And Cain went out from the presence of the LORD, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden.

17 And Cain knew his wife; and she conceived, and bare Enoch: and he builded a city, and called the name of the city, after the name of his son, Enoch.

Either his wife is Lilith or Eve. If it's Eve means he committed incest(?)

Also, why does the Lord forsakens Cain, Adam and Eve if he is supposed to forgive it all??? 😭

Genesis 5:7 KJV - And Seth lived after he begat Enos eight hundred and seven years, and begat sons and daughters:

They are freaking vampires 😱🤣

Genesis 5:26 KJV - And Methuselah lived after he begat Lamech seven hundred eighty and two years, and begat sons and daughters:

pls stawwp 😭💀 the whole chapter brings nothing to the plot.

Genesis 6:7 KJV

And the LORD said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them.

Psycho killer God enters scene.. so far he was only narcissist 😳

Genesis 6:12 KJV - And God looked upon the earth, and, behold, it was corrupt; for all flesh had corrupted his way upon the earth.

B-but we're supposed to be like youuuuu 😭��🤣 I think he hates himself way too much, we're not that bad. 👀

Genesis 6:14 KJV - Make thee an ark of gopher wood; rooms shalt thou make in the ark, and shalt pitch it within and without with pitch.

So much for being a favourite of the Lord lol he makes you work like there's no tomorrow.. oh wait~~ lol

Genesis 6:15 KJV - this is the fashion which thou shalt make it of: The length of the ark shall be three hundred cubits, the breadth of it fifty cubits, and the height of it thirty cubits.

ummm god.... shall i show you this youtube video i found where it's proven that this is impossible based on the physics you gave to this planet???

Genesis 6:16 KJV - A window shalt thou make to the ark, and in a cubit shalt thou finish it above; and the door of the ark shalt thou set in the side thereof; with lower, second, and third stories shalt thou make it

They're gonna die of stinkinness because of everyone's poop 😭😭 so nooooo pleaaaasee. What have they done to you? Weren't they your favorite family and all that?... forgive me father for i have sinned but don't make me your favorite please(?)

Genesis 7:6 KJV - And Noah was six hundred years old when the flood of waters was upon the earth.

So he was really young uh? 💀

Genesis 7:8 KJV

Of clean beasts, and of beasts that are not clean, and of fowls, and of every thing that creepeth upon the earth,

wdym clean and not clean? take a shower before entering the Ark pls😭😭

Genesis 7:13 KJV

In the selfsame day entered Noah, and Shem, and Ham, and Japheth, the sons of Noah, and Noah's wife, and the three wives of his sons with them, into the ark;

can't stop thinking about termites, woodpeckers, and poop 🙊😵

must be really stinky there 😬💩

Genesis 8:4 KJV

And the ark rested in the seventh month, on the seventeenth day of the month, upon the mountains of Ararat.

they could have just moved on to another place lol apparently the flood wasn't everywhere. 🥴😶

Genesis 8:5 KJV

And the waters decreased continually until the tenth month: in the tenth month, on the first day of the month, were the tops of the mountains seen.

The mountains must be like.... not that high.

Genesis 8:6 KJV

And it came to pass at the end of forty days, that Noah opened the window of the ark which he had made:

😳 you're telling me he survived all that poop!?

Genesis 8:17 KJV

Bring forth with thee every living thing that is with thee, of all flesh, both of fowl, and of cattle, and of every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth; that they may breed abundantly in the earth, and be fruitful, and multiply upon the earth.

This guy sounds like he's a vouyerist tbh 😶

(Genesis - First 4 chapters)

Narcissistic/Bipolar God: I created y'all. You're like me. Obbey me. Love me. I'm leaving this cookie here! ^♡^

>.> don't touch or eat it.

...you ate it!?!?

I hate y'all cuz you don't do what I say. Go away....

... Where are you going? What are you doing? 👀😭😭 don't leave me.

(Genesis - chapter 5 to 8)

Psycho Killer God: let's make a terrarium. let's kill them all by flooding everything.

(Genesis - Chapter 8)

Genesis 8:21 KJV

And the LORD smelled a sweet savour; and the LORD said in his heart, I will not again curse the ground any more for man's sake; for the imagination of man's heart is evil from his youth; neither will I again smite any more every thing living, as I have done.

Vouyerist God: Okay, now let me watch you while you have sex 😀🧐

*they start cooking and God smells smth*

What is that smell? There's pie!? is it for meeeee???

Genesis 9:1 KJV

And God blessed Noah and his sons, and said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth.

Vouyerist God: 'Kay I killed your kind, but chill dude! Now let me watch ya having sex 👀🍿

Genesis 9:3 KJV

Every moving thing that liveth shall be meat for you; even as the green herb have I given you all things.

God: You can kill too!! ^♡^

Genesis 9:4 KJV

But flesh with the life thereof, which is the blood thereof, shall ye not eat.

God: I don't like Hannibal 😒 Don't be like Hannibal!! Or I'll kill ya 😇

Genesis 9:5 KJV

And surely your blood of your lives will I require; at the hand of every beast will I require it, and at the hand of man; at the hand of every man's brother will I require the life of man.

Vampire God: Ohhh BTW I'm a vampire *reveals*

Noah: 😳

Genesis 9:29 KJV

And all the days of Noah were nine hundred and fifty years: and he died.

i~~ another vampire I see 😀

Genesis 10:15-17 KJV - And Canaan begat Sidon his firstborn, and Heth,

16 And the Jebusite, and the Amorite, and the Girgasite, 17 And the Hivite, and the Arkite, and the Sinite,

Where do they get all these names? O.o The person narrating this one must have been obsessed with names ._.

I mean... I understand because I have lists with thousands of names because duhh i'm a writer too. But seriously??? Why do I need so many names when IDGF about them cuz next line they're already dead. Show me smth more interesting pls 😭😬

Genesis 10:25 KJV

And unto Eber were born two sons: the name of one was Peleg; for in his days was the earth divided; and his brother's name was Joktan.

Peleg 😳 is he the same one that likes sports?? idk if it was football soccer or basketball tho... 🤔🤔

Genesis 11:3 KJV

And they said one to another, Go to, let us make brick, and burn them throughly. And they had brick for stone, and slime had they for morter.

Random thought but we should make a Musical/Slime Tutorial about The Babel Tower

Babel Slime Tutorial~~ ^♡^

Genesis 11:6 KJV

And the LORD said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do.

Genesis 11:7-9 KJV - Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech.

8 So the LORD scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth: and they left off to build the city.

9 Therefore is the name of it called Babel; because the LORD did there confound the language of all the earth: and from thence did the LORD scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth.

He wants us to reach to him. To call. To go with him. To be with him. But as soon as one wants that as well he changes his mind. And then he questions us whyyyyy we're forgetting about him...

ummm what is it called~?

Well, whatever... he's sick. 😶🥴

Needs a psychiatrist.

I still need to finish this but... so far those are my notes... please don't hate me 😅

[moonswolfie]

Failing grade

Atsumu x fem!reader

Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned.🤩

I seriously don't know how to write suggestive stuff since I've never done it before so I apologise if it's cringe 〒▽〒

also i kinda forgot who has the lower bunk so let's pretend osamu does because that makes it better, youll see what I mean soon ( ╯□╰ )

Warnings: making out, a couple of swear words and that's it

"Mmmm..." Atsumu made a small hum of satisfaction as his lips connected to yours. This isn't exactly what you expected when he invited you over for an emergency study session.

Normally you would scold him for doing something else instead of studying, but admittedly, that was a bit hard to do when his mouth was on yours.

The opened notebooks were scattered across the table in his and Osamu's room, filled with half-finished notes. He pulled you closer, your chest pressing against his.

You felt his tongue brush against your lower lip. You jumped a little when you felt it and he laughed into the kiss. "Ya got cold feet or what?" he mumbled teasingly.

"Atsumu, we should be stu-mmm!" He cut you off by roughly pressing his lips against yours. This asshole. He was totally trying to get out of studying math by "seducing you" or whatever he calls it. Oh well, he'll be the one getting dissapointed when you still demand he studies after he's done.

And you're getting a make out session out of it too, so there's basically no cons for you. Every once in a while, you don't mind your boyfriend being a stubborn idiot.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he smiled into the kiss, thinking you've finally given up. He pulled you flush against him by your waist and held you tightly.

One of his arms slowly slid up to hold you by the neck and angle your head better.

Just as he tried to pry his tongue into your mouth again, you heard the door creak open.

"Tsumu, what the actual hell do you think you're doing on my bed?" the kiss broke instantly, with the two of you staring at Osamu with wide eyes.

"Why the hell are you home?!" he yelled, face competely flushed from embarrasment. Admittedly, you weren't doing much better than him. You were mortified right now.

"No, why the hell are you makin' out with yer girlfriend on my bed?!" he yelled back, clearly not (fully) amused by the scene that was unfolding in front of him seconds ago.

"Shut up! Yer just jealous cuz you don't have one an' I do!" Atsumu clearly didn't have an excuse.

"I will beat your ass if you don't get off my bed right this second!" Osamu demanded, and you instantly got off the bed. While you did find their fights amusing, they did get really scary sometimes.

Osamu noticed you looked a bit scared and he took a deep breath, saying "This ain't your fault. All Tsumu's, and I know it. So don't worry, I won't get mad at ya."

He said it in a calm, reassuring tone of voice.

You felt like you could finally breathe properly again. Osamu's face travelled across the room and suddenly flashed with mischief when he noticed the notebooks on the table. "Tsumu, if ya fail this test, I'll tell the whole school it was cuz you were makin' out on my bed."

"...You wouldn't."

"Ya think so?" Osamu raised a brow, smirking. Atsumu furrowed his brows, saying nothing in response. Osamu's smirk only widened with the lack of a response.

"So, ya know, I suggest actually studying for once." he said, turning around and slamming the door behind him. As soon as he was gone, Atsumu covered his face with his hands and screamed into them.

"Damn you, Samu!" he yelled with clenched fists, sliding off the bed and settling back at the table, flipping a page of the workbook with a pout.

Well, you guess that works too. Maybe he actually won't get a failing grade this time.

I just realised this is like a separate spicier version of the "you get caught by their siblings" fic I did recently, I swear this wasn't intentional lol

Also I might or might not delete this later because I'm lowkey embarrased to post this🥴

[southsideserendipity]

Stubborn (Kelly Severide x Reader)

Synopsis: Kelly gets injured on the job and paramedic reader attends to his wound.

Warnings: Mentions of wounds and fires, sexual jokes (Kelly being a loverboy as per usual).

Word Count: 973

“Sev!?” Y/n called out as she heard the front door of her and Kelly’s shared apartment swing open. “Hey babe,” he kicked off his boots and hung up his leather jacket, ready to rest after a long shift. “How was work?” y/n asked while closing the fridge, setting down the jar of pasta sauce and walking over to greet her boyfriend. Being a paramedic at a different firehouse and working opposite shifts from Kelly, having the house to ones’ self becomes lonely; therefore the clinginess activates the second he walks through the door.

“It was good love,” he said before pecking his lover on the lips and then retreating to the bedroom. It was unlikely Kelly to be so avoidant, especially given that he just got home and their opposing schedules makes their time alone all the more anticipated.

“Where are you going, babe? I missed you all day. I’m just about to make dinner.” Kelly heard y/n’s voice trail into the bedroom, and he knew he was going to have to tell her eventually. Given that he was sat at the foot of the bed, y/n took this as an opportunity to straddle him and then engulf him into a hug. This only elicits a wince from him followed by a grunt.

“Shirt off. Now.” Y/n’s face read ‘I’m not playing’ when she demanded her instruction. Wow she keyed in fast. “Sex before dinner? Yes ma’am” he says with a sly smirk, which earned him a glare in return.

When he removed his Squad 3 shirt, y/n peered over his back and widened her eyes when she saw it bandaged in gauze. “See what you did 2 nights ago? Next time just tell me how good of a job I’m doing instead of doing a number on my back would you?” No matter the circumstances there is always time for a sexual joke with Kelly Severide.

“Ha ha, very funny, Kel. Seriously. What happened? Why didn’t you call me?” y/n huffed out, peering at Kelly in concern while she waited for his response. She picked up the pendant on his chain and played with it, a nervous habit and comfort behaviour she’d picked up over time while listening to him retell what had happened on shift.

“House fire. We had gotten the mom out who was on the bottom floor, but her child was all the way upstairs. Once I got up to them, the floor gave out underneath me, and the fire got to me. I kept the child on the part of the floor that hadn’t fallen, but I was losing my grip. Squad knew I was still in the house so Boden sent Hermann to check up on me and he saw my feet dangling. It was a close one for sure but nowhere near as bad as some other times. The child made it to Med alive; that’s all I was really worried about” he said, returning his blue eyes to y/n’s.

“Brett and Dawson patched me up at the scene. I refused to get checked, I didn’t see it necessary. That’s why you didn’t find out.” Given y/n was Kelly’s emergency contact, if he gets admitted to Chicago Med, she’s the first to know (other than Firehouse 51, of course).

“Why are you so stubborn, Kel? The least you could’ve done is tell me when you got home.. why do you try to hide these things from me?” Y/n got up from Kelly’s lap and walked over to the linen closet where she kept a spare paramedic bag. “Because of how you react when you find out!” he chuckles in disbelief, wondering how his constantly worried girlfriend could ask such a question.

“Oh…!” she turned around from the hallway and peered over to Kelly. “Like a worried girlfriend who’s concerned about her boyfriend’s health and well-being? Forgive me Lord for I have sinned” she scoffed while rolling her eyes and walking back into their bedroom. “Give me a break, Severide. You know damn well if something happened to me on the job you’d want to be the first to know.”

She brought the bag over to their ensuite and zipped it open, and then grabbed the chair from her vanity and brought it into the bathroom. “I would, but what happened today is just part of my job, in other words, not a big deal. Plus, I didn’t want to worry you on your day off.” Kelly said, getting up from the bed and walking over to her.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Turn around” she said defiantly, while twirling her fingers to exemplify what she wanted him to do. “You know, for someone who’s such a sub in bed, you’re being very controlling right now” Kelly muttered, laughing to himself in the process. “I bet it turns you on” y/n teased in return, while sliding on her second medical glove. “I’d be lying if I said it didn’t” he chuckled in response.

“Okay enough with the innuendos mister, have a seat. This is gonna hurt; brace yourself” y/n said as she slowly began to remove the gauze on his burn wound. This made Kelly wince once again, but this definitely wasn’t his first injury on the job. “First and second degree burns, love. I’m gonna replace the gauze and then get you some Tylenol.”

He nodded in response, all the while admiring y/n through the mirror while she was hard at work. He was grateful to have such a wonderful partner for once in his life; it’s one of many added bonuses that she’s educated in attending to wounds. “You know I love you, right?” He said, eyes still locked on her concentrated face, noticing the different faces she made depending on the task at hand. “I love you Kelly Severide, even when you’re stubborn.”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed my first imagine for Kelly!!! Feedback is appreciated and feel free to send in requests :)

[milkkygirls]

for i have sinned (priest!sam winchester.)

!lowercase intended!

summary: you can’t seem to get enough of sam in his priest outfit, so he decides to pay you back with some role-play during your alone time.

warnings: SMUT, smut, and more smut. (role-play, oral for both m & f, fingering, intercourse, dirty talk.) female reader, language.

author’s note: i’m jewish so if anything catholic in this is off i’m sorry skdnql i just love priest sam he makes me so h**ny.

“Father, I’m afraid.” You mumbled, hands clasped together tightly. The man in front of you gave an expression of worry as he used a finger to lift your chin up delicately.

“Do enlighten me. What bothers you my dear?” He breathed. His pink lips were slightly a gape, the creases of the skin not too harsh. But the thing that captivated you more than his lips, were his eyes. They were a brilliant hue of hazel, they were jovial and sparkled with mirth, telling their own story without him even having to open his mouth.

You wanted to speak, nearly letting out a whimper as you looked down, the feeling of the calloused pads of his fingers still lingering on your soft skin. You were ashamed of the thoughts you had, they were unpure, unholy, and certainly something that would damn your soul to hell if acted upon. “I-I wish I could tell, but it’s very ungodly thoughts.” The distress that dripped from your lips made a frown adorn his features, his hand resting on your shoulder in a comforting manner.

“I’ve heard it all, I assure. This confessional is to help repent for your inner angiush of sin.” He seemingly corrected.

This though, only caused your legs to squeeze together to comfort the ache between your thighs, your skirt shifting up your legs, revealing more skin. This didn’t go unnoticed by Father Winchester, either. His primal and dominating instincts bubbled in the pit of his stomach when he saw your legs.

You gathered the courage to look up at him, but adverting your gaze away from his own. “I’ve been having thoughts about a certain church member, father. I’m afraid if they keep continuing I’ll lose control of myself and do something I’ll regret.” You finally admitted, feeling a weight being lifted off your shoulders as he shifted in his seat.

you were already on you knees for him as he sat in the cushioned chair. The sight of you on your knees, talking about her dirty thoughts while begging for forgiveness made the crotch of his pants grow tighter from his length beginning to grow harder. “And whom is this church member?” He questioned, already knowing the answer.

You blushed, the warm peachy color spreading across your cheeks as you fiddled with the hem of your blouse. “Y-You..” You mumbled, looking down at your skirt. He heard you loud and clear, but he wanted you to say it again, just for the hell of it.

“What was that? I’m afraid I didn’t hear you.”

“I said: You.” You practically shouted with embarrassment, covering your face with slender fingers.

A smirk of satisfaction curled onto his lips as you did so, leaning back in the chair. “Stand up, please.”

You gulped, standing to your feet, ignoring the bits of dust that clung onto your cotton socks. Your eyes widened when he demanded you to straddle his lap with a single motion of his finger. You were hesitant, what if someone caught you? What if he was testing you? You gently slid into the chair, your legs on either side of him. The way you sat almost directly on his clothed hard on made him groan something delicious as he stared at you with pure lust now, the empathetic priest you saw earlier now shadowed by sin.

“Tell me, what is it you want me to do to you?” He divulged, a big hand resting on your hips, just under your blouse. You breathed a shaky breath and closed your eyes, the months of gathered filthy thoughts coming together. “I-I want your fingers.” You muttered nervously, dragging your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Where, my dear.” He knew where you wanted them, but he couldn’t help but tease you as you were a nervous wreck. “Show me.” He demanded.

You exhaled and grabbed the hand that rested on your waist, pulling it down between your skirt to rest of your clothed clit, the dewy nature of your core almost soaking through the fabric. “Dirty girl.” He clicked his tongue, pressing a thumb into you, causing you to gasp and grab his shoulder.

“P-Please..” You sputtered, opening your eyes to stare at him. Your pupils were dialated and your round lips were parted slightly with desire, him connecting the two of you with a kiss.

He continued to rub you from outside your underwear, small mewls leaving your mouth between kisses. He slid his index finger up and down, feeling as more of your wetness pooled at the poor fabric, you were a blushing mess as he stopped.

You whined at the loss of contact and he chuckled, “Stand up.” Sam ordered and you did so, crossing your arms as you stood on shaky legs. He directed you to sit down in the chair and you did, only to immediately feel your legs get pulled apart and a hand sliding under your skirt to latch onto the hem of your panties. As he slid them down your legs to yearned for his touch, “Red is the Devil’s color, my love.” mentioned directed at the red panties before tossing them aside, pulling you forward with strong arms as he pulled your legs over his shoulder.

You tried squeezing your thighs together when he rolled up your skirt, pushing it more towards your abdomen, admiring your smooth cunt, bits of your juices spilling out passed the soft meat of your folds to glisten in the light above. You blushed, biting down on your lip again as he used an index finger to stroke you. “Beautiful..” He muttered, pulling you forward to connect his lips to your soaking core, sucking and licking at the sensitive nub.

You mewled out, arching your back against the chair and running your fingers through his brown locks, surely messing up the combed back do. He gingerly kissed at your inner thighs, making sure to kiss and lick every inch of your pussy to have you look like a drooling mess that cried out in pure euphoria. You could feel yourself pulsate in all the right places as his tongue slithered through your folds, letting you come undone on his tongue. You panted as he released contact with you, whining similarly as you did earlier.

“M-More.” You begged, your chest heaving. He smirked, bringing one of his long, slender fingers up to your entrance before dipping it into your hole, pumping in and out before adding another, curling up into you to elicit the most delicious of sounds that he could hear. “Dirty girl.. Begging for me to defile you.” He said huskily, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he pumped in and out of you. You came to a high once again, your walls clenching around his fingers as he pulled them out.

He brought his fingers up to your mouth, slipping them passed your lips and into the dewy, dark caverns of your mouth, demanding you to suck on his digits. You did so, tasting yourself. He helped you up from the chair, holding you up because of your shaky legs, only to tell you to get back on yours knees. You had had your pleasure, now it was time for him to unwind, to come undone, to not feel like a man of the lord but rather than a man of the devil.

You fingers delicately skimmed the tent of his black slacks, feeling up along his shaft, hearing deep groans at the back of his throat as you unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. You marveled at the erection that sprung free and rested on his jacket, the pre-cum surely to leave a stain on the black jacket.

You grabbed his cock like you owned it, finally holding what you longed for within your hands, feeling the veins pulsate as they begged for your touch, for your mouth to caress them. You giggled as you teased him, rubbing his pink head. “Please..” He muttered, head resting on the chair.

“What was that?” You said, pulling a reverse card on him from earlier. He was completely a your mercy now, and you were loving every second of it. “I said: Please. Please wrap those pretty little lips around me.” he begged, feeling delighted when you granted his wish. You slipped his head into your mouth, rolling your tongue over the soft flesh as your felt him tense underneath you. “You’re awfully good at that..” He muttered, releasing the moans and groans that built up in his throat as you choked him down, the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat having a profound effect on him as he writhed in the chair, grabbing a handful of your hair to bob your head on his length.

You continued to suck and lick until he released himself inside your mouth, watching as every ounce of come that had just left his shaft being swallowed by you made his dick twitch in response before he motioned for you to stand up. You did so and he pulled you ontop of him, asking with a look for your consent and you gave it. He slid into you after lining with your enterance. You were so tight, so wet. “Oh God..” You moaned, fingers gripping tightly onto his his black cover jacket as you bounced up and down on him, the angle hitting you enough to make you curse and purr.

“Don’t say the lord’s name in vain..” He panted, holding your waist as he was being buried deep inside you, feeling your walls clench around him as you both began to unwind. You chuckled through pants and rolled your eyes, leaning forward with an intent to give him a passionate kiss as you both came.

As lips moved against lips and he began to ooze out of you, you both positioned yourself normally, trying your best to catch your breaths. “You’re really good at that, you know?” Sam said, out of character. You giggled and buried your face into his equally sweaty neck and planted kisses along the delicate skin.

“Round two?” You asked, muffled.

“Hell yeah!”

that took wayyyyyy longer than i wanted it to, but between the stress of exams and university, its a lot on my plate y’know? anyways i hope you enjoyed! :)

[hwasasgoblin]

^^Hi, I really wanted to do a request bc almost nobody writes about VAV and I’m glad you do! <3 I’m thinking about Lou trying to help choosing a nice outfit for a wedding and maybe asking for help back when picking a suit? 👀♥️

Thaaaaaanks ♥️♥️^^

Heyyyy, I feel you, it made me sad when I couldn’t actually find a lot of stuff about VAV and I think it was one of the lots of things that motivated me to finally get on this train.

So this is my first request of this kind and I really hope I did it justice. I’m sorry it took so long but I really wanted it to be perfect so I hope I at least met your expectations.

Dress code

Requested by @haachiiee

Pairing: Lou x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff(?) I think, not really sure how this genre thing works.

Warnings: I think none although I may have used some swear words.

Words: 3.5k

“Come on Y/n this is the twentieth outfit you’ve tried on” Lou’s voice resonated through the changing room.

You were at the department store looking for outfits for the wedding of one of your cousins. “I’m sorry I swear this is the last one” You answered. “You’ve been saying that since ten outfits ago.” He replied giving an apologetic smile to the store employee that had been assisting you.

“Could you please remind me again why are you going? You don’t even like him, and you like his fiancée even less” He said annoyed. “I know I don’t like him, but I already told you my grandma would never let me hear the end of it if I don’t go” “And what does that have to do with me, I don’t really know your cousin…” He replied.

“First of all, be glad you don’t know my cousin. Second, you’re coming as my plus one because I might as well throw myself in front of a bus if I have to go there alone…” I said dramatically. “Besides, your cute little ass looks hot as hell on a suit” I said walking out of the changing room winking at him. “Well, How do I look?” I asked while twirling around.

Full look ^^

I glanced at Lou and noticed his face getting red by the second to the point where even his ears were red. I wasn’t sure if it was about my outfit or my comment. We’ve been friends for two years and a half. I’ve always been very bold so this kind of comments are not rare between us and he usually plays along. But Lou just kept staring at me without uttering a word. “Mister, your girlfriend is talking to you” The store employee whispered while nudging him. “Ahem…No, no, she’s not… We’re not… a couple…” You decided to have a little fun with him and grab his arm. “Lou, what do you keep babbling about? Do you like my outfit? Is it too pure? Should I show more skin?” I said looking at Lou “Do you have a pair of high waisted shorts in white?” I said to the girl that’s been assisting us and winked at her to check if she would play along. “I think I have what you’re looking for plus with those legs you’re going to be the one getting married next” The employee said playing along and going back to look for them.

“Here, would you like to try them on?” She asked. I nodded and got into the changing room once again, I put on the shorts and got out. “Well, please tell me this is better because I really like them” I said giving Lou my best pout and puppy eyes. In that moment a school friend walked next to you “Y/n?” “Jay? Oh My God! How are you?” I said surprised, Jay is an old high school friend. I thought I had messed everything up when I confessed to him. We didn’t see each other after that. “I’m great Y/n. You look great on those by the way, I always liked your legs” Said Jay casually while I was a blushing mess. I can’t believe my high school crush is complimenting me. I rushed back into the changing room to put my clothes back on and hide the fact that I was blushing. “Hmph” Lou grunted and an awkward silence filled the place. “Miss, should I get you another size? Another color?” Asked the store employee trying to fill out the silence. I was about to answer but got interrupted by Lou. “No thanks, we won’t take those, we’ll take the pants, the top and the shoes.” He said really annoyed. “Are you done there baby? Remember we need to go pick my suit too”

Oh my god what’s going on? Why does Lou sound so annoyed? Is it because of Jay’s comment? It can’t be, can it? “Coming” I said as I exited the changing room. “Oh Jay, you’re still here” I gave the clothes to the store employee and Lou followed her. “Yes, I was wondering if we could go get lunch or maybe coffee?” I giggled because I was really nervous and in that moment Lou called my name. “Y/N, are you paying with cash or card?” He seemed really serious. “So he’s not paying? You know Y/N if you were dating me I’d always pay for you” Said Jay with a huge smile which made me want to punch his face.

Oh My God! Did he really just went there? What a douche! I noticed Lou getting angrier and grabbed his arm “Baby, I’ll pay with card, can you handle it? I’ve got a few things to say to Jay here” I said handing him my credit card. “ It’s ok, I’m not leaving you alone with this douche” I just nodded and prepared to rant on Jay.

“Listen here dear Jay. First of all he’s just my friend so he has no obligation to pay for my things whatsoever. Second, even if we were dating he’d still have no obligation and there’d be no need. I’ve got my own money and I can pay for my fucking things ok?. Third, If this is the real you then I’m really glad nothing happened between us in high school. Oh and one more thing, you know as a word of advice to my dear friend. Stop bragging about your money because we all know it’s your father’s.” I grabbed Lou’s hand, paid for the clothes, thanked the employee and left the store.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!!!!” Lou had to shout because I wasn’t listening. “WHAT!” I shouted back. “Where are we going?” He asked a bit confused as we kept walking aimlessly. “What?” I replied noticing my hand holding his and his confused face. “Oh I’m sorry, I’m just so mad. I can’t believe I liked him. He’s such a jerk. Are you ok?” I kept rambling. “Y/n, calm down, I’m ok.” He said holding my shoulders trying to calm me down. “Are you hungry? Let’s go get some lunch.” “Yes, I’m starving.” We walked over to the food court and had lunch, while we were eating I told Lou about what happened with Jay in high school.

We had finished eating. “Now let’s go get you a suit.” We walked into a huge store that specializes on tailored suits. “Good afternoon, how may we assist you today?” One of the store employees greeted Lou a little too excited ignoring me completely. She kept fixing her hair and smiling at Lou, looking all pretty and she was starting to get on my nerves. “Yes, please we’re looking for a suit for a wedding, it’s in the afternoon and it’s on the countryside.” Said Lou and it bothered me that he was always so kind and gentlemanly. “Sure, we can pick the silhouette and after that I can show you the different fabrics and colors” We walked around the store checking the different silhouettes they offered. I chose three different ones for the jacket and ended up choosing two options for the pants. Now Lou has to try them on so we can pick the best fit.

While Lou was getting dressed I was about to approach the store employee to ask for the swatches as I heard her talking to another employee. “Oh My God! That guy’s so hot” Said the other one. “I know right, I don’t know what a guy like that is doing with a girl like that. I mean she’s not ugly, but I’m a much better match for him.”

I felt enraged and I just wanted to pull her hair and fight her. Am I angry because she thinks she’s better than me or am I jealous? Dear Lord save me or rather save her from me because this I’m feeling is pure and raw jealousy. I cleared my throat to let them know I was there. “Hi, again. Could you please let me look at the fabric and color swatches. I’ll pick a few while he’s trying the suits on.” She was as pale as the snow. “S-sure, anything else? Would you like some water or some coffee?” “Can you get me some tea? Thanks, I’ll be sitting right there” I said pointing to the couch that was in front of the changing rooms.

“How do I look?” Asked Lou opening the door of the changing room. “Can you turn around?” He did as told “Nope, I don’t like it, please try it with the other pair of pants. Next.” He went back to change and came out again. He had put on the other pair of pants as I asked and tried a double breasted jacket this time. “Can you take the jacket off?” As he did I saw out of the corner of my eye the employee coming back with the swatches so I told him to turn around. “Baby, could you please turn around?” Dear Lord, why do you hate me so much? Why is he so handsome and why does that ass look so good on those pants? I don’t know how but in a matter of seconds my brain had decided it was a good idea to get up and smack his ass. When I sat back down I didn’t know whose face was redder, Lou’s or mine. He got back into the changing room as fast as he could. I just sank on the couch trying to hide myself unsuccesfully. I noticed the store employee was back with the swatches and my tea, and had seen everything. I buried myself into the swatch books and asked Lou to try the next jacket with the same pair of pants.

I was drinking my tea and I almost spit it out when I saw Lou come out of the changing room wearing the last outfit. “Well, how do I look?” I took a deep breath and asked the mighty Lord why he kept on testing me. Then answered switching back to bold me. “Lord forgive me for I have sinned thinking about all the things I could do to him” I said while looking dramatically to the roof before breaking into laughter. “Don’t mess with me Y/n” He said trying to sound serious so his deep voice mode was on getting me weak on the knees. If only he knew my comment wasn’t a joke. “Would you like to check the fabrics and colors so you can pick one?” She said while batting her eyelashes and grabbing Lou���s hand before handing him the books. Oh my god she’s flirting with him! OMFG! This is war. “Babe, I already picked a fabric and a color, they match with my clothes and I know that color suits you very well.” “You should have other options to choose from.” Said the employee playing innocent. I swear the nerve of this girl is making me furious. “There’s no need to, I trust Y/n” Said Lou looking dead serious at the employee and then turning to give me a little smile. “I see… So which fabric in which color? As soon as you tell us we’ll bring it out so you can confirm it’s what you want.” “We’ll have the cotton silk blend in Prussian Blue” She just nodded and went to get the fabric.

”What on earth is Prussian Blue?” Asked Lou. “Oh, it’s this beautiful shade of blue. Don’t worry it will look great on you, it’s going to make your skin tone pop.” I said confident in my choice. “By the way, who did you tell your family you’re going with?” He asked with worried eyes. “Oh I told them I was going with my boyfriend” “Oh, okay” He said while scratching the back of his neck. Then it dawned on him. “Wait, what?” He asked, shock written all over his face. “Yes, they asked who I was going with and I told them I was going with my boy friend. You know my friend who happens to be a boy.” I said trying not to laugh at his reaction. “I swear I’m going to kill you Y/n, how could you do that to me?” He said and I noticed he wasn’t joking. “Wow, I’m sorry I didn’t know the idea dating me was such a horrible thing. God” I said kind of sad because I didn’t know the idea of dating me would bother him so much. “Here it is” Said the employee who was back with the fabric. “Excuse me, this is not what we asked for.” I said completely annoyed this time. “Yes it is. You asked for the cotton silk blend in blue.” She said talking back to me and I wasn’t about to accept that.

“So not only have you been flirting with my friend, your CLIENT, since we arrived. But because of it, you failed to pay attention to me when I asked for a particular shade of blue. And on top of that you dare talk back to me as if it is my fault.” In that moment I was completely out of myself. I wasn’t controlling my breathing, and I was starting to hyperventilate which wasn’t good at all. “Y/n, Y/n, look at me.” Said Lou while grabbing my hands. He had never seen me like this. He obviously didn’t know what to do, so I kind of had to guide him through calming me. I kept struggling to breathe and he was just like a lost puppy who didn’t have a clue on how to help me. “Lou…” I managed to say. “What? Y/n, talk to me. What can I do?” He asked worried. “J-just keep talking to me… Y-your voice… It soothes me…” Great, so now I wasn’t just hyperventilating but I was also blushing. “M-my v-voice? Why does my voice…” “It just does!” I said and I started to struggle to breath again. “Ok, ok, Y/n look at me… Remember when we first met? What did you say to me?” “That… that you were…” I said struggling to get the words out of my mouth.

“That I was your new friend, right? You didn’t even let me have a say in the matter, it was like when you’re in your first day of kindergarten and you just pick another kid, say this is my new friend and suddenly you’re friends without knowing anything about each other at all. At first I was baffled, I couldn’t conceive a full grown adult picking a friend like a little kid.” I was starting to calm down and let out a little laugh. “But then after I had spent sometime getting to know you I discovered that you not only act like a kid but you’re actually a kid, just older and taller.” He noticed I had calmed down so he asked for some water and the fabric in the correct shade of blue. “Let’s order the suit and get out of here, okay?” He said as he handed me the bottle of water. He got up to go pay and I grabbed his hand again. He looked at me, helped me get up and guided me to the the cashier. We ordered the suit, now in the right shade, and got out of the store. We kept walking in silence for a moment. “So… Can I ask why on earth does my voice soothe you?” Lou blurted out, speaking so fast that I almost don’t get what he was talking about. “Oh, come on, you already knew that I liked it.” I said shyly. “I know you LOVE my voice, because I mean who doesn’t.” He said confidently. “But you loving it and it soothing you are two different things and I want to know why.” “Well, your voice is so deep and calm it gives me calmness too. Now, if we’re done with the questions I’d like some ice cream please.”

“I still have some questions… Why did you smack my ass and said that it looks hot on suits?” I had to go back into bold mode to avoid blushing at the questions. “Are you for real? I mean what I said it’s pretty self explanatory isn’t it? Like it literally means your ass looks hot in a suit, and the smacking thing, well it’s because your ass looked so good in those pants I couldn’t resist it.” I said acting like it was nothing out of the ordinary. “Since you’ve asked me three questions already I should get three as well, right? Why did you blush when I made the comment about your ass? One would think you’re already used to my boldness and out of place comments.” “Can you ask the other two questions before I answer?” “Alrighty then. Why where you so annoyed by me wearing the pair of shorts? And would it be really that bad to date me? I mean you looked completely horrified by the idea.” I said looking down trying to hide the sadness in my eyes. “Oh fuck, is that what you think it was? I wasn’t horrified. Well I was but not because it would be bad to date you, much less if it’s pretending. I was just scared because even if it was pretend you’d still introduce me to your family as your boyfriend and your brother kind of scares me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. “You, Lou, 187cm, 24 years, are scared of my baby brother who’s 3 years younger?” “Have you seen him? I mean of course you have. Yes, he’s as tall as me, but he’s huge. It’s as if Ziu was the same height as me. And he might be your baby brother but we both know that regarding you he takes his position as your guardian very seriously. So yes, he scares me, a lot.” “Okay, he’s a ball of fluff. Like a chihuahua, all bark and no bite, but fair enough. Now answer my other questions.” “I wasn’t annoyed by you…” He said. “Igotannoyedbecauseofwhatyourfriendwassayingandhowhewasstaringatyou” He finished and I had a really hard time trying to understand him because he didn’t even breathe while saying that. “Geez, breathe, would you? I don’t want you to die. Can I change my first question?” “Nope, I’ll answer it and then ask you some more questions. So no, I’m still not completely used to your out of place comments, much less when they involve my assets you know. Now the next one is not so much a question but an affirmation. You’re wearing my white blazer over that outfit of yours, I don’t want to have to handle drunk acquaintances all over you and we need to comply with the dress code.” “Can I fold the sleeves and take it off during the ceremony and for the pics?” Lou nodded. “Deal, what else?” I grunted.

“Why were you so mad at the store employee?” “Did you seriously not notice how she was flirting with you? She was all over you, batting her eyelashes and touching your hand. Oh and she also had the nerve to say that I’m not ugly but that she’s a much better match for you. So yeah I was kinda mad you know! Besides she can’t tell Prussian and Aegean Blue apart.” Shit! I kinda admitted that I was jealous, I hope Lou didn’t notice. “Done? Can I ask now?” As he didn’t say a thing I took that as a yes. “Do you seriously think I’m a kid?” Lou was deep in thought obviously thinking carefully of an answer. “Would a kid do this?” I asked before kissing him impulsively. At first he didn’t kiss me back but then I felt his lips moving carefully. We separated and as I wasn’t ready to face him I hugged him. “You know, since we already comply with the dress code, and even got matching couple outfits and everything… Would you mind going as a real couple?” I whispered the last part. Lou broke the hug to look me in the eyes. “I wouldn’t” He said and kissed me once again.

[darknessisafriend]

Request for Abbé x Reader: The reader got hired on as a chambermaid to help tend around the asylum. She and Abbé click upon first meeting, but as a clergyman he must deal with his emotions, especially as they grow closer everyday (and it does not go unnoticed). One day she gets attacked from one of the patients and he comes to her rescue. As he is tending to her in private and making sure she's alright, they finally confess feelings and cute fluff and kisses ensue 💞😊 Please and thank you!

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Lord forgive me for I am about to sin

You had arrived a few months ago at the Charenton asylum, you had the opportunity for work which was paid better in the city but the terror and violence that reigned there made you want to go away. And you were a very altruistic person, you liked to help people and even if you weren’t an important person in this world, you wanted to make a difference and help to make this world a better place.  

So, naturally, when you heard about this job at the asylum it was perfect, care and talk with the patients and make their life a bit more bearable, and maybe even help in their recovery was a great opportunity. You weren’t one to judge people by their appearance, you always tried to see the best in other humans. And you had heard that the person in charge of the asylum, Abbé de Coulmier was an innovative man, preferring such things as arts to cure patients rather than barbaric treatments.  

However, you weren’t expecting to fall in love with this man. The second you met him something happened, as if you were suddenly attracted to him like a magnet, you seek his contact, his voice and even wished for his touch.

You had blushed, trying to suppress those feelings; you had just met him, what was happening to you? He extended his hand for you to shake, your heartbeat increasing, you shakily reached and the moment your skin met his, it felt as if it burned you but not in an unpleasant way. And it seemed Abbé felt something too, he briefly froze, his mouth agape and his eyes looking at your joined hands.

“Y/N I am happy you are joining us in Charenton, your help will be greatly appreciated.”  he smiled after a bit, pretending that nothing had happened.  

“And I’m glad to help!” you had replied, your voice had raised a bit higher at the end as you tried to hide your emotions too, you walked behind him, looking at the back of his head, he had great hair, you wondered how it would feel to bury your fingers in them.

Afterwards, he took you on a tour around the asylum, the kitchen, the personnel's rooms, the sick room, then he brought you to the patients' area and introduced you to the patients.

“Dauphin, this Y/N she will be working here now, she will take care of sheets and food along with the other people working here.” he explained to the man who nodded to you and welcomed you here, you softly smiled at him, he looked really nice.

“Dauphin arrived a few months ago, he has a tendency to set things on fire, it is an obsession but we have been making great progress with him.” explained the Abbé proudly with a big smile as he patted the back of his patient. As he presented you to the other patients your smile grew, most of them looked really nice and the Abbé was such a caring man, you could feel yourself fall even more for him.  

“Of course, there are patients here that you should be careful about, we don’t have much of them in Charenton, they are usually sent to other institutions but I would advise you not to walk in the corridors at night, and avoided patients like Bouchon for example, he has...a tendency to want to do things to women...without their consent, if you understand what I mean...” you nodded understandingly, shivers running across your body as the Abbé pointed his finger at the man called Bouchon, he was massive, you didn’t want to be stuck with him.  

Then he guided you to your quarters once again to make sure you would remember where it was, sometimes placing his hand on the small of your back to guide you.

“You must be exhausted; you don’t have to start working tonight but tomorrow would be great!” he beamed as he opened the door for you.

“Thank you, Father.” you answered avoiding his gaze, putting a strand of hair behind your hair shyly. He was such a nice and attentive man, it shouldn’t surprise you, after all, to be a clergyman taking care of mentally hill people, he had to be a loving being.  

As time passed, you grew closer to each other, even though you tried to suppress the feelings you had developed for him, he was a clergyman, devoted to God and God only, you felt guilty for how you felt and for how conflicted you made him feel. You weren’t blind, how many times you had seen him reaching out to touch you and then stopping himself a few inches from your skin, remembering he shouldn’t be feeling like this.  

“So, did he succumb to your charms?” had asked you the Marquis with an interested look one day, you turned your head as you blushed, and pretended to read the titles of the books he owned in his book shelf.

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently, he chuckled.

“Even the most unfortunate beings of this asylum have noticed it, your infatuation with him...but the most interesting is the Abbé, he’s trying so hard to restrain his desire for you, I almost pity him...to the point I tempted him several times so he would give in to satisfy his needs...” you quickly turned your head to him, so you didn’t imagine the affection he had for you, you giggled happily you wanted to thank the Marquis but his explicit way of speaking wasn’t the best technique for the clergyman, anyway you appreciated his help.

Later, the Abbé had offered to teach you how to read and write, you were curious and it was his way of thank you for your hard work, at least that’s what he told himself but deep down he knew it was because he wanted to spend time with you, alone...

“I’d love to! It’s something I’ve always wanted to learn, there are so many stories I’ve heard about that I wish I could read...” you answered excitedly.  

“Oh really? Which one?” he gently cut you off, genuinely curious, he sat down, smoothing the fabric of his soutane as he did so.

“Oh well, I guess I have always been interested in those philosophical books of Voltaire, it is fascinating to see how a text, words can inspire the upbringing of people.”  

“There is a certain beauty in them, although their position about the Church was quite negative.” he replied with a polite smile.

“Was it all against the Church? Did you read them?” you asked him curious, surely a man like him had read one or two of those.

“I did, I had to hide from the monks in my former Monastery. You probably know by now that I am deemed quite different, well, open-minded contrary to most clergymen.” he laughed stroking his chin. “The authors were against the power and the status of the Chruch in our country but they praised our moral and social values, which I believe should be what the people remember about our Church” he added thoughtfully.

“Of course, you know...I’ve always had a difficult relation with our religion, so many rules and prohibitions but when I needed it the most, it always brought me comfort...” you confessed, looking at your hands, you felt you could share everything with him, even if you were a bit embarrassed.  

“God will always welcome you; you are not the first who doubted him, he is forgiving and knows how pure and good you are here.” he replied with benevolence, he smiled affectionately at you, before opening the bible to teach you your first letters.

The both of you got used to your daily reading lessons and bonded fast, you knew each other pretty well by now and looked forward to those moments, the way he leaned over your shoulder, his chin brushing against you, his warm breath tickling your skin, and his hand resting on yours sending shivers down your spine, although it never went farther...

You also invited him to eat dinner with you sometimes. You enjoyed cooking in general but you always put extra care in preparing food for him. You loved the way it made him smile, the sound he made when he tasted your dishes. He always insisted on helping you with washing the dishes afterwards, out of politeness you didn’t want him to help you, but deep down you enjoyed it, every occasion to spend time with him was good, and you always ended up brushing hands, giggling for nothing and giving each other tender smiles, you whished he wasn’t a clergyman, things could have been so much easier, now the both of you dedicated a lot of your energy to resist the feelings you had for each other.

And destiny seemed to pushed you together, for example, sometimes you had night terrors,  you had no one to go to but him, still you always resisted to go to his room, remembering his warning, you would stay curved into a ball in your bed, crying.  You thought he wouldn’t see it the morning after, but he did. At first, he was worried, he thought someone had hurt you, he always offered to listen to you; then he would smile tenderly and offer you to sleep in his office, so no one would disturb you and you would be safe. And when he came back to check, gently he would unlock the door, realizing you were still sleeping, he would secretly watch you, until he couldn’t resist but brush his fingers against your cheek; you knew this because you had caught him once, his soft touch had woken you up. However, he felt ashamed to have succumbed to this impulsion.

“I’m sorry...I... I have patients to tend to.” he had excused himself, avoiding your gaze and leaving before you could say anything.

After this, your relationship with the Abbé had cooled down, he was avoiding any moment with you alone, he looked tired, if he was going through the same thing as you, then you understood, it hurt to be so distant with him, you spent your nights tormented, thinking about a way to make things better, until you couldn’t resist anymore...

Bouchon was the worst patient you could have encountered alone in dark corridor at night, damnit you couldn’t resist the need to see the Abbé, you couldn’t sleep that night, you had to tell him how you felt maybe he would reciprocate.  

“Bouchon, remember what Abbé told you, you have to behave well...” you shuddered trying to prevent yourself from shaking, showing that you were scared of him would only make things worse...

He continued to walk towards you, his eyes full of desire, mad and terrifying desire, you had to take few steps back, until he catches your arm yanking you back to him, you struggled, trying to break free, until he hit you hard with the back of his hand, your vision briefly went black at the shock, you felt blood pouring your mouth as you fell to the ground. Bouchon laughed, bending down and grabbing your hair, you couldn’t struggle against him, he was too strong, you gather all the strength you possessed and screamed at the top of your lungs for help, for him, the Abbé, you prayed he could hear you from afar. You squinted your eyes shut as Bouchon’s face came closer to yours.

“Bouchon! Guards!” you finally heard the Abbé ‘s voice scream louder than you could ever had,  he ran to you alarmed at the state of the patient and the harm he might have done to you, the guards rushed to the patient to, catching Bouchon by the arms and neck making him let go of you, you collapsed on the cold floor once again, breathing hard, shaking with terror.

Suddenly you felt arms wrap around your body, you startled and whimpered in fear.

“Shhhhh it’s me Y/N, it’s me...you will be alright, he can’t harm you anymore.” he murmured in your ear soothingly, his hands gently caressing your shoulders, you buried your head in the crook on his neck, wanting to be completely shielded, protected by him.

“We have to get you to the infirmary...” the Abbé said when your breathing started to calm down after a few minutes. However, you were still terrified, nobody could protect you like he does; so, you grabbed his shirt not wanting to let go of him.

“No! Please Abbé! Don't leave me! I don’t want...” you started to plead frantically, your voice trembling and tears threatening to come out.  

“Alright, we won’t go to the infirmary...” he replied softly, softly kissing your temple “at least allow me to check-up on you.” he proposed, he wanted to make sure you were alright, that Bouchon didn’t damage your beautiful face and body. You nodded against his neck; keeping his arms around your body he got up, bringing you to his room, on the way you rested your head on him and had passed an arm around his waist, making sure he wouldn’t go away.  

Once you arrived in his room, he sat you on his bed, then went to close and lock his door. He gathered a bowl of water; a clean piece of clothing to clean any wounds you could have. You watched him do so, feeling cold as his warm body had left yours. He took a chair and placed it in front of you; he sat spreading his legs apart so he could be closer to you, and check-up properly.  His hand came up to gently cup your face, you didn’t meet his eyes waiting for him to scold you. But he didn’t, instead you heard him sight at the view of your open lip, bleeding, he damped the clothe to clean the blood away.

“Y/N I’m sorry I wasn’t fast enough to stop him from hurting you.” he apologized, gently cleaning your lip while the other hand was buried in your hair to hold your head still.  

“Don’t blame yourself Abbé, it could have been much worse if you didn’t save me...” you insinuated, a small smile forming on your lips briefly, it was so much like him to put the fault on himself instead of the others.  

He didn’t reply, the both of you staying silent for a while as he checked for other wounds on your arms or neck, you didn’t seem to have other injuries apart from a big terror in your mind. He put aside the bowl of water and the clothe. He noticed you were shivering so he reached behind you to put his cover around you, he wrapped you in the woolen cover, his scent filling your lungs, you noticed just now he had been wearing his shirt open, he had hugged you against his bare skin, and you hadn't noticed before you had been granted such pleasure. The Abbé gently took your hands in his, stroking your skin with his thumb, you looked at your joined hands, you wished the circumstances would have been better, how sad it was to have him look after you, touch you after such extreme event, you wished he did so every day, for no apparent reason but affection for you...

“Why were you outside of your room at this late hour?” he finally asked looking at you in the eyes, it was hard for you to keep eye contact with him, he looked hurt as if he had been wounded in the process of finding you out of your room. You swallowed down; you were about to tell him everything you had wanted to say for the past months and you feared his reaction, you took a deep breath.  

“I wanted to see you...Abbé I... I’ve been having feelings for you and I tried to repress them but...I can’t, that’s why I had decided to confess it to you tonight...” You lowered your eyes, ashamed of your foolish actions that had costed you dearly. His thumb stopped stroking your hand.

“Oh Y/N... there are some feelings that one cannot express...” he whispered weakly, it hurt him to say this to you.

“But why? I don’t understand, what is so impure about Love?” you pleaded, swallowing down as tears started to run down your face.

“Y/N love is a beautiful feeling; it makes the world a better place but...I must dedicate my whole being to God...” he replied, his voice barely coming out at a murmur as he briefly bent down to kiss your hand tenderly.

“I wouldn’t drive you away from God, I’d never want that, I only ask you to let me make you happy, make you smile and laugh, if you would grant me in return a tiny bit of the love you have for God, then I would be the happiest woman on this Earth.” you proclaimed as you took back your hands to seize his head between your hands, you wanted to kiss him to show him how much he meant to you. His eyes were wet, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, it was clear he was having an internal conflict, he didn’t know what to do or what to say.

“You’re going to hate me now and fire me, right?” you then asked as he didn’t speak, tears rolling down on your cheeks, this seemed to put him out of his thoughts, he seized your shoulders.

“No, no I don’t hate you Y/N...” he blurted afraid he might have hurt your feelings “...I love you...” he breathed, looking at you in the eyes, your heart was beating fast, you couldn’t believe what he had just said, you searched his eyes for hesitation. His hands went to your face, caressing your cheek.

“Y/N I’ve loved you the moment I laid eyes you and since I have been blessed by your presence, your smile...” you cut him off by crashing your lips on his, he moaned at the contact, your heart fluttered as he accepted your gesture, grabbing your hair to keep you close to him, how good it felt to have his lips against yours, but it wasn’t enough, you felt the need to taste him; you remembered what the Marquis had taught you about kissing, so your tongue went to tease his lips, asking for his permission, he let out a high-pitched moan at the contact, and opened his mouth in response, when  your tongue met his, it was as if you had melted, it was soft and careful like he was afraid to hurt you.

You parted too soon for your taste, but the both of you needed to breath, he rested his forehead against yours, he nuzzled his nose against your nose, he had his eyes closed.  

“My angel...” he breathed, a lovely smile forming on his lips, you softly laughed happy you had finally confessed to each other and intended on loving each other as long as you lived. He reopened his eyes, to look at you with adoration.

“Lord, forgive for I am about to sin but it is one I am willing to commit...” he said out loud as he gently laid you on his bed, coming on top of you, ‘what a beautiful sin’ he thought, your hand buried in his hair, massaging his scalp tenderly; he leaned in and kissed your lips once again, he will adore and worship your whole being just like he does for God and it will be the purest love he ever felt.

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For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever Believes in Him shall not perish but have Eternal Life." - John 3:16 John 3:16 can easily run through our brains without much cognizant thought, but have we paused to consider what it truly means? Have we contemplated the depth of truths packed within this verse, preserved by God Himself, throughout countless generations? Most importantly, how do we live in the reality that John 3:16 presents—that God, who is love, actively demonstrated His love through Jesus Christ, His only begotten Son, and through Him, offered Salvation to all mankind.

The Biblical Context of John 3:16Let’s take a look at that verse now. It reads, “For God so loved the world,” or, as the NLT puts it, “This is how God loved the world: He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life.” There’s so much to unpack in those words, but first, we need to understand the historical and literary context surrounding them. We find John 3:16, perhaps one of the clearest presentations of the Gospel, tucked in a conversation between Jesus and a prestigious religious ruler. You may be familiar with the story.

One night, presumably after many of his colleagues were home in bed, a Pharisee named Nicodemus from the Jewish ruling council came to Jesus. “Rabbi,” he said, “we know that You are a teacher who comes from God. For no one could perform the signs You are doing if God were not with him” (John 3:2). This statement suggests a few things: Nicodemus was familiar with Jesus, most likely respected Him, and recognized that He indeed came from God, just like John 3:16 later states. Nicodemus obviously knew of the miracles Jesus had performed. He’d probably heard many truths Jesus spoke as well, all of which seemed to have triggered a driving question: Who are you? Perhaps you’ve asked God that yourself. Beneath his words of affirmation, of wonderment, Nicodemus appears to be investigating Jesus’ identity. To which Jesus replied, “Very truly I tell you, no one can see the kingdom of God unless they are Born Again” (John 3:6).

Initially, one might call His words a redirect, but Jesus was probing something deeper. You see, we must remember whom Christ was speaking to, what kind of life He lived, and how Nicodemus was accustomed to relating to God—through religious works. Can you imagine how confusing Jesus’ statement must have been? I’m not just talking about the whole rebirth analogy, but consider as well the message conveyed to this well-educated, well-trained, and presumably “righteous” man. Jesus, in essence, told Nicodemus that all his years progressing in Judaism, all the time he spent reciting prayers and participating in festivals, accounted for nothing. Oh, they laid the groundwork, a foundation, if you will, for the truths Jesus was presenting. But they didn’t have the strength to carry Nicodemus to Salvation.

Why Did Jesus Use an Old Testament Reference to Explain His Point?"'Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up, that everyone who believes may have eternal life in him.' For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever Believes in Him shall not perish but have Eternal Life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to Save the world through Him. Whoever Believes in Him is not condemned, but whoever does not Believe stands condemned already because they have not Believed in the name of God’s one and only Son" (John 3:14-18). To illustrate the point further to Nicodemus, Jesus referenced the bronze snake Moses raised in the wilderness, back when the Israelites wandered in the desert vacillating between rebellion and repentance (Numbers 21:4-9). As recorded in the Book of Numbers, a book Nicodemus would have been extremely familiar with, the Israelites chose rebellion and were punished for it in the form of venomous snake bites. To receive healing, they had to look at a bronze snake on a pole. Looking at the snake on the pole was an act of faith, and when they looked they were healed by God. The Israelites knew this was the only way they could be saved from this certain death by venom.

To get the full extent of this picture we need to remember Israel's pattern when they left Egypt: the people would rebel, the Lord's judgment would come, Moses would intercede on their behalf, and the Lord responded mercifully. In Jesus' earthly days the people of Israel were still rebelling, but this time there was a different intercessor . . . this time Jesus was the One whom the Lord would lift up and grant mercy through. However, this mercy that comes through Jesus the Son, our Savior, is an everlasting mercy. When Nicodemus heard about Jesus' death on the cross, you can imagine his memory of these words. Just like the rebellious Israelites in the desert, Nicodemus needed an intercessor so that he could have Salvation and be 'Born Again.' It is an illustration that likely stayed with Nicodemus for the rest of his earthly life.

“For God So Loved the World” Is a Picture of LoveJohn 3:16 follows this rich and theologically dense explanation of sin and salvation. “This,” Jesus said, “is how much God loves you. He sent you Me” (paraphrased). In Christ, we see a love so intense, so sacrificial, so incomprehensible, it makes all human expressions seem frivolous in comparison. The words Jesus spoke likely didn’t make much more sense to Nicodemus than Jesus’ talk of rebirth. After all, he likely had no idea Jesus was planning to die—for him (and us). He didn’t understand that Christ would, quite literally, be lifted on a pole, just as the snake had been, and that Christ’s death and resurrection, not well-spoken prayers or good deeds, would bring life. But we do have that knowledge, thanks to Scripture.Now, considering all Jesus suffered, all God watched Him suffer, for you and I, evaluate the beginning of John 3:16 again, “This is how God loved the world,” and everyone in it. “He gave His one and only Son.” Through His death, Christ revealed what pure, unfathomable love looks like. But He did more than that. Through the cross, God proved the depths of His love, because “While we were still sinners, Christ died for us” (Romans 5:8). Such a passionate, self-sacrificing act is hard for my mind to comprehend. God reached out, expecting nothing in return, and emptied Himself completely, for the very ones who spurned Him. You and I included.

God knew how helpless we were. Watching us hurt, manipulate, use, and kill one another, God could’ve left us to our destruction. He could’ve been repelled and turned away in disgust. Instead, He drew near. Speaking of Jesus, Philippians 2:6-8 says, “Being in very nature God, [He] did not consider equality with God something to be used to His own advantage; rather, He made Himself nothing by taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to death—even death on a cross.”

God took action from the beginning of time, from that first sin in the Garden of Eden. The first thing God did was to remove the tree of life, lest we be trapped in a life of sin forever. He acted throughout history, weaving a plan and keeping His promise to save His people. He acted when He sent His Son through the Holy Spirit to be born incarnate of the virgin, Mary. And He acted when His Son was laid upon the cross, offering a sacrifice of His perfect life for our stained lives, which was the payment for sin.

Whenever I think of the cross, I’m reminded of the price Christ paid so I could be free. But I’m also reminded of how much I needed that freedom.

“For God So Loved the World” Is the First Part of God’s Rescue PlanJesus came so that, though we were guilty and tarnished by sin, we could receive forgiveness and pardon for all we’d done or will do. Because of Jesus, we can have peace with God the Father, be adopted as His child, and empowered by the Holy Spirit to live, fully, in His freedom. Christ’s life and death were prophesied and the gift of salvation promised, from the beginning of time. Adam and Eve rebelled against their good, attentive, and faithful Father. They chose pleasure in the moment over the peace and joy of a relationship with God. They chose their will and their wants, over trusting and obeying their God, and in this, they tried to elevate themselves above the very Creator who had loved them so faithfully.

Jesus is not surprised by sin; He was there in the beginning, the second person of the Trinity, and after He was born incarnate of the virgin, Mary, He learned God's Word from an early age and kept it in His heart. In Genesis 3:15, He said, “I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and her offspring; he shall bruise your head, and you shall bruise his heel” (ESV).

In this, God promised Sin would not win; though a battle would rage on between light and dark, between good and evil, Christ would ultimately prevail, and He did.

He secured His victory through His death on the cross. Colossians 2:15 puts it this way, “He disarmed the rulers and authorities” of darkness “and put them to open shame, triumphing over them.”

This allows all who Believe in Christ to say, “Death has been swallowed up in victory. ‘Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting.’ The sting of death is Sin, and the power of Sin is the Law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ” (1 Cor. 15:55-57). "For God So Loved the World" He Sent His One and Only Son to SaveGod sent Christ for one reason only, and here’s why: “So that everyone who Believes in Him will not perish but have Eternal Life.” We receive God’s free gift of Eternal Life through Faith, by Believing Jesus is who He says He Is—the Sinless Son of God who paid for the world’s ins—and did what He said He did—died in our place to grant us entrance into Eternity with Him. But to receive that precious gift, we must acknowledge we need it. That’s hard because it pricks against our pride. We often take great satisfaction in our achievements and knowing we’ve progressed solely through our own merits. But the Holy Spirit helps us realize the futility of our efforts; we cannot earn grace, but we can accept it by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Paul stated, “Who will deliver me from this body of death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord!” (Romans 7:24-25). This was the offer Jesus made to Nicodemus on that dark night so long ago. The offer was free. Nicodemus didn’t have to earn it; he simply needed to accept it. To step out of the darkness and into the light, out of death and into life. We don’t know how that conversation ended that night. Perhaps Nicodemus’ heart leapt with hope and he embraced the grace that Christ offered. Or perhaps he retreated, contemplated, and wrestled with his sin and pride, before finally finding the courage to surrender.

Regardless, we know Christ revealed a beautiful picture of love, of grace, and the freedom of complete absolution. No more guilt. No more shame. Zero condemnation. Only freedom, light, and life, and all because God so loved this world. In Nicodemus’ story is our story; Jesus!!! Hallelujah!!! Amen!!!