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#holy word for morning revival
anlian-aishang · 4 months
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For the practice drabble thingie, Sweat/Scent kink? 👁️ 👁️
I just. k n o w. I have this headcanon that Levi always uses baby/scented powder to avoid sweating so much on expeditions/missions, but maybe one day he just runs out of it or rushes out of his room, so Levi gets flustered or self-conscious for the rest of the day or smth, idk I don’t think he would smell **that much**, but… still, he smells pretty masculine, yknow?👁️👁️
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Tags: levi x reader [mutual pining], sfw [but fetish-based material], sweat & scent stuff, canonverse, gn!reader Word count: 2700 A/N: Holy hell, thank you, this is exactly what I wanted. nsfw sequel is in the works <3
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It was his fucking day off. 
Levi was the most cautious when it came to anticipation. Sights no one should have to see had scarred him to the point of learning: if you never got your hopes up, nothing could let you down. That thought rained on most of his parades, but he supposed there was little letdown to be had when it came to the likewise little things. On returns from expeditions, he allowed himself to look forward to the removal of his heavy gear and tight belts. When the smell of fresh-baked bread wafted through the barracks, he let his tongue salivate and his stomach sing. Today would have been his first day off in - he couldn’t even remember - god knows how long. Last night, his stagnant stoicism seemed to float away, head in clouded daydream of how to make this day perfect.
But some days weren’t meant to be perfect.
Instead of birds chirping and the first rays of sunlight that Levi anticipated, it was a series of harsh knocks at the hour of indigo sky that woke him up. Levi startled out of sleep, snapping up with a breathless gasp.  
In hindsight, maybe he should’ve said nothing, maybe then they would’ve left him alone. However, being woken suddenly, though a common occurrence, almost always meant disaster in the Scouts. His voice cracked a barely audible “W’What?” No response. Levi coughed and cleared his throat, the return of his scathing tone, “What?”
The knob swiveled. His door creaked. In the shadows of dawn stood a domineering, a commanding, six-foot figure. The leisurely pace with which he entered the room conveyed that there was no life-or-death emergency, and thus no good reason, for having barged in here on his day off. Levi rolled his eyes and scowled, “I didn’t say ‘come in.’”
Erwin ignored his remark and instead cut to the chase. “Supply transports were raided in Trost.”
His mind already set in vacation mode, it was remarkable how quickly his knowledge of the restock had left him, “What?”
“Tug-of-war with the Garrisons and MPs, scouring over the leftover scraps of the materials that were supposed to be.”
“The hell do the MPs need anything for?”
“I’m headed to the capital to find out.”
Too tired to think - let alone attempt - to disguise his confusion. Levi’s brows arced, lips parted as he tried to piece together what the hell this had to do with him. When it dawned, his trademark pout revived. 
“...No.”
“So you’ll take my stand, running morning drills in -” Erwin checked his pocket watch - “twenty minutes.”
“I’m off today.” Levi refuted. “Get Miche or Hange to do it.”
“They’re coming with me.” Erwin’s eyes were dead set, nearly offended, don’t you know I’ve thought of this already? “Unless, of course, you want to make the trip.”
To yak with the higher-ups? He would sooner crawl through mud.
Though he was given a choice, he took pity at his situation: “Bullshit…” Levi cursed beneath his breath, his version of whining.
Impatient, Erwin tapped his foot, “Are you going to get up or would you like to sit here and talk about our feelings?” The commander’s voice was starkly monotone, despite the sarcasm dripping in his statement.
Levi could play that card, too. “Are you going to leave or are you just here to watch my bare ass roll out of bed?”
Right. Erwin turned on his heel, door slammed in his wake. 
His impulse was to throw his head back on his pillow and an arm over his face, but twenty minutes - he didn’t even have the time for that. Levi bunched his sheets in his hands, so angry that his fists trembled, and swiveled his legs over the edge of his bed. A pang of nausea and a sharp headache, his body was pissed at him for the violent disruption of his sleep cycle. Levi held his forehead in hand and shook, blame eyebrows, not me. 
Levi’s limbs felt heavy, like he had just come indoors from a rainstorm. Clouds of colorful swears and harsh grunts propelled him through his morning routine. A three-minute shower, trimming his bangs, toothpaste and mouthwash followed by tea. One of many identical uniforms was laid out on his dresser, but before that…
From head to toe - undercut nape, under the arms, the shelf of his pecs, between his thighs, and finally his feet - Levi always applied a handful of drying agent. At this time of year, headquarters could seriously reek, and Levi refused to contribute to that filth. Pressing his lips together and stifling a yawn, he turned the container upside down. Lips parted, though, when nothing fell out. 
Shake. Shake shake.
A blockage, a clump, maybe? But there was no sound. The slightest of twitches in his fingers as Levi delicately, anxiously, twisted off the cap and peered inside. 
That’s right. He had made a mental note yesterday, that part of his day off would be dedicated to visiting the market, buying tea leaves, some new briefs, and his astringent powder - all items he was too mortified to order through the Corps. Given the thieving that had just happened, it was not like those supplies would’ve arrived anyway, but now, he would not have the freedom to go out and get them. 
With the jar completely open, he considered a few shakes in vain, but the bottle was so empty that he could see the reflection of his dark-circled eyes in the bottom of it. Levi allowed himself a heavy, exasperated sigh as he set the empty vessel back on his bathroom countertop just to loudly smack it into the trash can. Fucking shit. 
At least he had showered, but peering out the window and onto the training grounds, he could already see waves of heat radiating off the pavement. Come noon, it would be far worse. Clock ticking, for now, his only solution was to cut down on layers. It was then that he realized how little leniency the uniform lent. Gritting his teeth, Levi reluctantly left his top drawer shut, forgoing his undershirt and underwear. Walking past his mirror, his reflection caught his own eyes: his ivory skin barely yet noticeably peeking through the buttons of his grey shirt. Goddammit, he ripped the brown, canvas coat off its hanger and crossed it tight across his chest. To the harmony of his soles on wooden floor, his inner voice melodized: Could an outfit be both breathable and modest?
Levi could not bring himself to abandon his cravat, so instead of tying it beneath his collar, he let it sling out his back pocket, at the ready to grasp for when he needed to wipe his sweat away. That moment was inevitable, but he preferred not to think about it. He ran his fingers through his hair, base of his hand lingered on his widow’s peak, grinding pressure away like a mortar and pestle. Whatever, he tried to assure himself, as long as no one was around… 
At first, he thought he might manage. If they got close enough, they would surely notice the glimmer shining upon his skin. However, by terse orders and points of his fingers, he had maintained a perpetual distance from the hoard of trainees. He was more of a hands-on kind of teacher, opting to join them as they ran laps or learned to grapple through trees. Today, though, he was standing in the shade several yards from the action. If anyone gave him shit for lazying aside, he had an excuse in that he wasn’t even supposed to be on-call today anyways. However, perhaps because he looked particularly irritable and scary, no one dared question his bystanding.
Then came you.
“Levi?”
It was the first time you had ever seen startle on the captain. A simultaneous, steep flinch in each of his shoulders. Hairs stood on end, he whipped his gaze around, “What? What’re you doing here?”
The sight of panic on someone so fearless, it caused you to fret by proxy. “I - I uh…” You had never second-guessed him before, you had never had to. “I’m covering for -”
“Erwin?” 
You knit your hands behind your back, a sheepish grin, “He said you’d need help. You know, given the heat…”
Levi crossed his arms and bit the inside of his cheek. How shitty could that oaf be? The truth was that this heat was getting to everyone, yet in his fluster, Levi was sure that not only Erwin knew about his secret susceptibility, but that he had spilled it to the last person Levi wanted to know. No words seemed adequate for response, so instead, he kicked his foot against the barrack wall, leaned back, and deferred to silence.  
Something was off, your eyes darted in search for it. His cheeks had been tainted a light red. Luckily, you chalked it up to the temperature, though Levi knew that was not the sole factor. His hair was slicker than its usual light-and-airy allure, you figured he had just gotten out of the shower. That was true, but this damp was sweat, not soap. Your gaze started to descend down his body, and on the way, you noticed it: no cravat. 
A dog without a collar. A missing puzzle piece. Mildly irksome yet disproportionately intriguing. It was like he had read your mind, the mocking timing with which he reached back into his pocket and lifted the cloth to his forehead, sighing and swiping. After a couple wringing flicks of his wrist, he folded it and shoved it inside the lining of his tan jacket. His left hand tucked it away, hidden, while his right hand lifted the coat away from his chest, granting him the space to do so. Again, his own state snagged his attention - the dark, drenched patch of fabric at his underarm jumped out like a bug on a wall. Fiercely, he snatched his jacket shut again, praying to whatever was out there that you had not seen. 
And though you had not seen the soak of his shirt, his odd behavior was garnering more and more of your attention. Cruelly, that made him sweat even more: not only the sun’s rays, but the blaze of your stare burning onto his skin. He cursed the thickness of his leather boots, the ODM gear that strapped his clothing tight to his skin, the turn of events that had brought you to this moment, his stupid genetics, and his even stupider feelings for you. Thoughts spiraling, humidity could mess with him in ways that titans could not.
If you thought hard about it, you may have realized that his humidity induced the same haze in you. Bangs glued to his forehead. Chest rose high and fell deep - combined with his light panting - made your brain boggle. Now and then, a clear bead of sweat would fall from his temple, down his jawline and neck, before disappearing down his collar - where you noticed that his top button was uncharacteristically undone. 
The loud pop! as he uncorked his canteen broke both of your thirsts. Head tilted far back, Adam’s apple deliciously bobbed as he gulped down his water. Lips absentmindedly fallen, your eyes drank as he did. 
Levi recognized, pretending that he hadn’t noticed your stare had thus far failed to shake it. He scoffed internally: someone could use some self-awareness, he was literally dripping with it. With a straight-on side-eye, he maintained eye contact as he gradually lowered the canteen from his lips, only to thrash it and splash it upwards into his own face. Still, you gaped like an idiot. Finally, Levi decided: if you were going to be this indulgent, he would be, too. Maybe then, you’d realize. Levi thumbed a leaking drop from the corner of his mouth. After briefly sucking the digit dry, his tongue snuck between his lips to slowly lick them clean. 
Stone-cold steel eyes and his soft pink tongue - that was what it took to break your concentration. Immediately, you snapped your gaze down to your toes and silently mouthed sorry. 
Despite the heat, shivers somehow managed to seize his figure. With your gaze averted, you thankfully missed them. However, when you no longer had your sight to rely on, other senses instinctively took over. Particularly, scent: aged sandalwood, burnt charcoal, bitter tea. On the training grounds, these smells did not come naturally. And if it were anyone else, you may have cringed at the combination of scents, but upon realization of the one and only source of this musk, you felt your middle warm with inexplicable satisfaction. 
Meanwhile, he was squirming: fuck, how badly he wanted to hit the showers. If Erwin had left this assignment to him, he had every right to leave it to the next person. The thing was, that next person was you, the blinking, doe-eyed, fresh promotion who hardly knew their blades from their gas. If you were anyone else, he could see himself saying: take this cash, head to the square and stop at this stand, buy the tallest bottle they have and bring it back to me. Say a word, you’re dead. 
But you were the entire reason he strove to keep this secret under wraps. To give you such orders would essentially be a confession, erasing the whole point. Between a rock and a hard place, Levi stood frozen in fever. 
The air was thick with moisture and silence. With each breath, the memory of that canteen escapade and his intensifying aura seemed to suffocate you. Internally, he was simmering over how to shoo you away from his disgusting sorry state. On the other hand, you were parsing over how to excuse yourself without being rude. 
The 10:00 bell rang, you used it to craft a feigned excuse, “If you’ve got things under control -”
“I do.” In some ways, he did. In others, absolutely not. 
“- I’m supposed to help mess out with lunch.”
Levi knit his brows, seemed unlikely, but he would not object. With a slight flick of his head, his gesture released you from post and encouraged you inside.
At the door frame and with his back turned, you could not help but take one last look. At his last end and assuming you had departed already, he finally shouldered that Scouts jacket off, revealing his light-grey button up having turned dark with his sweat. His fist clutched his collar and fanned ferociously, allowing his skin to breathe. Inaudible to the other, you both simultaneously reprieved, “Fuck me…”
At 11 on the dot, Levi and the platoon of morning athletes were in the cafeteria line. So what if it meant they called it quits prematurely? Inside, no one was complaining. Levi was relieved that he did not find you there, hopeful that you were in your room avoiding heat stroke, and oddly satisfied to have correctly suspected your “cafeteria-duties” bluff earlier. 
Levi looked like he had been rained on then dunk-tanked. At least, that was how his squad put it, jeering and elbowing, “What happened to you out there?”
They didn’t want to know. He didn’t want them to know. Most of all, he would rather forget this day ever happened. He took his steel tray and made for his room to eat in private - but more importantly, to shower again.  
The venture back to his quarters seemed to drag - maybe it was because the dampness of his clothes had weighed him down, or maybe it was because the empty, lone quiet of the halls allowed his consciousness to echo loud and clear: humiliating, huh? 
He could not deny that it was fucking humiliating, but for as scathing as the memory of that embarrassment was, the recollection of your rose-colored stare was just as impactful. All along, he had feared that if you witnessed his weakness to heat - more so the sweat and stench that came with it, it would have sent you running the other direction. Self-doubt suggested: they did end up running, though. That mess-hall excuse, them being them, they were probably trying not to offend you as they took cover from your reek. Self-confidence objected, but remember the way they looked at you? Don’t play dumb. You know that look anywhere. They like you - and hell - maybe they liked it.
On his doormat, a tall white bottle and a handwritten note confirmed the latter.
Seemed like you were missing something… …not that I think you need it. - (Y/N)
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Okay so I didn't like this idea at first for multiple reasons, mostly because I didn't like cheating no matter the circumstances. But the idea would not leave my head until I did something with it so I'm sharing on the internet where some people might like it.
Okay so Jack and Maddie for some reason were having a rough patch in their relationship and thought that maybe some time apart would help them a bit. Jack and Jazz go and visit his parents and Maddie goes and stay with her sister in Gotham. (I like to think that her sister is Harley Quinn)
During this time Bruce Wayne was in his play boy era and was well.... sleeping around... a lot.
Anyways Bruce and Maddie somehow meets each other, get drunk/tipsy and have a one night stand. And that was the end of that. Until it wasn't.
A few weeks after moving back in with her husband she notices that she has really bad morning sickness. She takes a pregnancy test and the realization hits her like a truck. She has no choice but to tell her husband.
Good thing for her is that her husband loves her no matter what. They decide to keep the baby. And when Danny was born he looked enough like Jack to be passed of as his. So they did.
Flashforward a few years later and Danny is sixteen. Everything that happened, happened.
Danny was killed and revived by his parents ghost portal and became a half ghost. He became a superhero and fought off the ghost from in the portal. More shit happens. He had to fight Phria Dark and won. Became the ghost king. And last but not least, told his parents about his half ghost status.
The last part may or may not have strained his already strenuous relationship with his parents, but he loved them no matter what. And they love him too... he thinks.
Anyways Danny and the ghost came to some sort of agreement, allowing to actually do well in school which allowed him to come on this field trip to Gotham. ( I imagine that it's for history class and they're there to learn about the city's history and architecture and shit like that )
Anyways one of the bat fam sees him and goes like ‘Holy shit this kid is a carbon copy of B! Is it a clone?’ and then proceeds to follow him around. The trip last for a few days and they were able to successfully get a DNA sample from the kid. ( And Danny can't help but feel as if he was being stalked the whole trip. )
They carry the DNA sample back to the Bat Cave to test it and holy shit it's worse/better than a clone!! They are so going to be having a few words with B themselves. They all are. Also the kid's DNA is fuckin... something holy shit!
A few weeks later there's a knock on the Fenton's door. It's strange because anyone who lives in Amity knows that knocking on their door is a bad idea. The parents aren't home so Jazz opens the door and... Is that fuckin Bruce Wayne‽
Yeah that's my idea. If you like it do as you want with it just tag me please because I would like to see what people do with it.
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“What Are You Doing, Stepbro?” - Chapter Nine (Aegon, Aemond, Jace x Reader)
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A/N: horny jail, horny jail, horny jail guys
Summary: Aegon takes you shopping and learns a lot more about you.
TW: profanity, innuendo, sexual situations, reader BEING AN OBLIVIOUS MORON, Aegon/Aemond/Jace perving, sex toys mentioned
Word Count: 2,118 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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You wake up the next morning. A woman on a mission. You go to your closet and pull out your cheer uniform. Picture day for the team is today, as Johanna reminded you, and you are going to make sure you look your absolute best.
It has nothing to do with the fact that Aegon is taking you to the mall. Nothing to do with that at all, nope. This is just for picture day!
Oh, who the hell are you kidding. You want to look cute and sit in his car and have him put his hand on your leg again. This time, before entering the shower, you bang on the door to the bathroom, making sure no one is inside. You hear someone call out that they’re almost done. You wait for a second and Aemond comes out, with just a towel wrapped around his waist.
Someone up there has it in for you.
You feel your face turn bright red as you stutter, “U-uh, good morning, Aemond.”
He leans forward, his bare chest brushing up against you as he presses a kiss to your cheek, whispering against your skin, “Good morning, sweet Y/N. Did you sleep well?”
You almost choke on your words, remembering everything that happened last night, “Um, yes. Uh huh.”
“Finish all your homework?” you nod, staring up at him as he smiles at you, something behind his grin that you can’t put your finger on, “That’s my good girl. I have to head to campus, but I’ll see you tonight,” he leans down so his face is level with yours as he winks, “Maybe no detention this time?”
You nod vigorously, “Mhm! I promise! I’ll be done with practice at 4:00.”
He nods, “I’ll be there, sweet one.”
You look down at the ground, anywhere but that gorgeous chest of his and nod back, “Have a nice day.”
He walks past you and back into his room, smirking when he notices your eyes following him.
You quickly take a shower and get dressed, doing your hair in a high ponytail with your required cheer ribbons, pulling on your cheer spandex short shorts and your uniform. Your socks with the little pompoms hanging off of them are next, and finally, your cheer shoes.
You put on some light makeup, as Johanna instructed all of you, smiling at how cute your new pink lip gloss looks. Your eyeliner is on point, and you think you look pretty great. You grab your backpack and copy of “The Duke and I”, running down the stairs to eat.
When you get to the table, Aegon is already there, halfway done with his breakfast. His eyes widen when he sees you, though you don’t really understand why…
Holy fucking shit, oh my God, I’m gonna bust a fucking nut right here, who gave you permission to come down looking like that, baby?
Aegon clears his throat as you take a seat in front of him, shifting when he realizes how uncomfortably tight his jeans have gotten, “You look nice.”
You smile at him, so fucking pretty, not noticing anything is off, “Thank you! Are you still okay to take me to the mall before school?”
He nods, “Of course, baby sis. I promised, didn’t I?”
You giggle, “Okay! Cool. I just need to pick something up.”
“Whatcha getting?” Aegon asks, curious after how secretive you sounded last night on the phone.
And it’s as though all the memories of last night come flooding back to you at once. Him sitting on your bed, his thumb on your lip, calling you his pretty baby.
It’s impossible to look at him now, something Aegon picks up on. He has the upper hand again.
“N-nothing,” you stutter, shoving a piece of toast in your mouth, “I’m done, let’s go.”
He clicks his tongue at you, “Baby, you haven’t even touched your orange juice.”
“I’m fine!”
He smirks at you, shaking his head, “It’s your big brother’s job to take care of you isn’t it? Now,” he moves to sit next to you, lifting your glass to your lips, “Drink, pretty baby.”
And when he calls you that, you swear you will do anything he asks you to. You take it from him, your hands brushing against his as he hands you the glass. You drink it quickly, unable to take the intensity of his lilac gaze on you. When you set your glass down, your tongue darts out, a nervous habit.
But that image will live rent free in his head all day.
“C’mon, baby girl,” he says, “Let’s get you to the mall.”
The car ride goes just as you expect. When you get in, his hand is on your thigh, higher than before. He pulls onto the main road, and you just keep your gaze on that hand of his. He’s wearing a couple of rings today. The metal feels cool against your skin. You feel goosebumps rising as he strokes your inner thigh again with his index finger, gasping slightly when the metal of the ring grazes a little closer to the outline of your spanx.
He can’t stop thinking about pulling over and pulling you onto his lap. That fucking uniform of his is driving him crazy. It takes every inch of self restraint in him not to make a move.
But now isn’t the time. Not quite yet.
What feels like a small eternity later, you arrive at the mall. You move to unbuckle your seatbelt, but he just does it for you.
Any excuse to keep my hand close to those thighs of yours, Goddamn.
You thank him when he presses the button, informing him, “I’ll just meet you at the Food Court when I’m done.”
He looks at you and smirks, “Okay. I’m going to Spencer’s Gifts, so I’ll just meet you after.”
You wince. He, of course, knows that’s where you were heading, but you don’t realize that.
“I’m going there too,” you mumble.
“Great!” Aegon gives you a cheeky grin, wrapping an arm around your waist, “Let’s go, baby.”
As you enter the mall, you can feel people staring at both of you. The way he grips your waist so protectively, most people assume that you’re a couple. An assumption, Aegon is happy to allow.
When you enter Spencer’s Gifts, Aegon turns to you, “What’d you need to get?”
“I’ll ask the salesperson,” you tell him, slipping away quickly.
But there are no female salespeople. You feel yourself panic, a cold sweat breaking out across your back. You’re approached by, admittedly, a very good-looking worker who looks around Aegon’s age. He has spiky blonde hair and his arms both have full tattoo sleeves. He grins at you.
“Hi, sweetheart, can I help you find anything?”
You find yourself rendered mute as you shake your head and return to your stepbrother.
You tug on his shirt, making him turn and look at you, mildly concerned, “Everything okay, baby?”
You look up at him, eyebrows knitted together, “Can you find me something?”
He nods, “Sure, what is it?”
You motion for him to lean in, making him chuckle as he does, and whisper, “The, um, toys for grownups.”
His eyebrows nearly fly into his hairline. He whips head around to look at you, seeing your face already turned to the floor. You look nervous.
“Y/N, my pretty little baby,” he coos, “Yes, your big bro will help you buy those. It’s my job, isn’t it?” Aegon tilts your chin so that you’re forced to face him, “I’ll teach you how to use it too, okay?”
Your eyes widen, “B-but that’s so embarrassing!”
He takes your hand and leads you to the back of the store, where there are an assortment of… Adult toys.
He turns to you, grinning, “What’s your favorite color, baby?”
“Pink,” you mumble.
He grabs a couple of items and shows them to you. You recognize one as a dildo and the other as a vibrator. Both in your favorite shade of baby pink.
“These okay for you, Y/N?”
You nod at him shyly, “Uh huh.”
He smirks, taking you by the hand again to lead you to the cash register, “’S nothing to be ashamed of, baby girl, but I’ll buy it.”
“But-”
“Sh,” he presses a finger to your lips, tracing the outline of your upper lip before he whispers, “Our little secret, hm?”
You nod again, watching as he hands the two small boxes to the checkout clerk, the same boy who had offered to help you earlier. The boy gives you an amused smile, while you just tuck yourself into Aegon’s side.
When you leave the store, he offers to keep the items in his car so you don’t have to take them to school. You thank him and give him a hug. He smirks, feeling you press your breasts up against them through the flimsy material of your uniform. He hugs you back, arms going around your waist, one hand sliding down to your ass. He gives it a light tap. You jump back, looking up at him surprised.
“Gotta get you to school on time, pretty baby.”
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When you and Jace enter your homeroom class, the first person your eyes land on is Robin. He has a nice, big old bandage on his nose, courtesy of your big brother. You avoid his gaze, but Jace glares at him.
“Hm,” he grins wryly, “Bang into a door, Robbie?”
Robin doesn’t say a word, he only stares at you. You feel a shiver go up and down your spine and drag Jace away.
The two of you choose different seats today, far away from him. You go to the back corner of the room, deciding it will be your new spot. Jace is tired, you can tell. He places his physics book on the table, using it as a pillow of sorts. His arms support his head and he turns it to his face you. You open your book to read, but you find yourself looking at him more often than ever before. The words on the pages fall away, and all you can think about is him.
Your eyes trace the outline of his nose, his pretty long eyelashes, his jawline. He’s beautiful, you think to yourself.
Jace’s gaze is on you the whole time, so he notices the way you keep looking at him. And how different it is to any look you’ve ever given him before. This is a look of curiosity. And, if he dared to even say it, one of desire.
“Something wrong, babe?” Jace asks, sitting up and moving to rest his head on your shoulder, quickly pressing a kiss to your lower jaw, “Mm. You smell good.”
“Thanks,” you whisper back.
He hears the way your voice is wavering. He lifts his head up and rests his chin on your shoulder rather than just his head, wanting to be able to look at you.
“What’s wrong, babe?” he asks, his hand moving to play with the hem of your skirt as he always does, “You’re so quiet today.”
Every time he speaks, you can feel his breath on your neck. It’s surprisingly nice. You ignore him and continue reading. He pouts, not used to not having your full attention. He grabs the book from your hand.
“Let’s see what’s got you in such a state, huh, babe?”
“Jace,” you whisper-shout at him frantically, “Give it back!”
He reads the passage that you had just been on.
His lips left her mouth, trailing down her neck to the soft hollow above her collarbone. She moaned at each touch, the soft mewling sounds firing his passion-
He’s so absorbed in the book that he loosens his grip, allowing you to grab it back. It’s your turn now to pout at him.
“Why’re you being so mean?” you ask.
“Babe,” he croons, resting one hand on the table in front of you both, the other on the back of your chair, effectively wrapping himself all around you, giving you no way out of his arms, “I’m not being mean, I promise. I just wanted to see what had you so distracted.”
“Well, now you saw.”
He brushes his nose against your cheek, “C’mon, babe, you’re not really gonna stay mad at your Jacey, are you?”
You sigh and turn to him, his face much closer than you thought it would be. Your lips would be touching if he were any closer to you.
“Jace?” you whisper shakily.
“Yeah?” Jace responds, his eyes dark and hooded with some emotion you can’t name.
“Will you teach me how to kiss?”
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~Secret desire~
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Warnings: nsfw, fingering and oral (w reviving), sex in a church, idk what more to add ¿
Word count: 2k
A/n: So this is my first fic ever! So I apologize for some mistakes that I may have made and also English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there’s some grammatical errors!
That’s all enjoy! Love u all and thanks for u support 🫶
Secret desire
The morning sun filtered through the barred windows of Wanda's small attic room, illuminating her pale and drawn face. She knelt on the hard wooden floor in prayer, rosary beads clutched tightly in her hands. Her slender frame creaked as she bowed her head, brunette hair falling around her face. Despite hours of prayer, Wanda could still feel the sinful heat pooling in her core, an ache she desperately sought to extinguish.
With a sigh, Wanda rose and walked to the small mirror hanging on the wall. Her reflection gazed back at her, wide green eyes full of shame in a delicate face. She was dressed conservatively as always, plaid skirt brushing her knees, white blouse buttoned up to her neck and stockings covering her legs. The chastity belt and bra her parents had locked her in at 13 were uncomfortably tight beneath her clothes, a constant reminder of her wickedness.
The old clock in the hall chimed, signaling it was time for another meeting with the head priest. He was all that stood between her and eternal damnation, his guidance the only thing preventing her from succumbing fully to sin. Wanda entered the empty church, dipping her fingers in the font of holy water and crossing herself before approaching the confessional. Heart pounding, she entered the small booth, kneeling in the darkness. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," she began hesitantly, hoping the torments of her mind and body would find release at last under her priest's absolution.
“And what have you done exactly sister?” Y/n answers curios about Wanda, since she has never sinned before and she was as innocent as an angel ~so she thought~.
Wanda's voice shook as she whispers her confession into the grate, unable to meet Y/n’s gaze directly. "Father, I...I have been struggling with impure thoughts and desires that plague my soul day and night. No matter how hard I pray or seek penance, they persist, filling me with shame and guilt. I fear I am too weak to resist their temptations and may one day fall completely into sin."
Y/n is shocked by Wanda’s confession and with a wicked smile decided to take advantage of this unique opportunity and asks again “And what have been those temptations exactly?”.
Wanda hesitated before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sometimes...sometimes I imagine what it would be like to break free from these restraints and explore my own desires without fear or judgment. To experience physical pleasure without the burden of guilt weighing down my spirit."
Y/n smiles at Wanda’s response and decider to push further “And what do you imagine exactly?”.
Wanda bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggles to maintain composure. "I...I imagine being touched intimately by someone I trust and care for deeply. Feeling their hands on my skin, their lips pressing against mine in a tender kiss. I long for the freedom to express my love openly without fear of condemnation or rejection."
A whimper scapes Y/n’s mouth as she hears Wanda’s confession, intrigued by her she decides to push further “And who’s that person?”.
Wanda’s breath caught in her throat as she considers revealing her secret desire. "It's...it's a friend I've known for some time now, Father. Someone who has shown me kindness and compassion when I needed it most. I can't help but feel drawn to them, despite knowing our relationship is forbidden by our faith."
Y/n new who she was referring to and has to hide a smile that came along with the thought of Wanda thinking of her “And why is it forbidden?”.
Wanda hangs her head in shame, feeling the weight of her sin bearing down on her shoulders. "Because our faith teaches us that all forms of sexual expression are sinful, even within the context of a loving relationship. We are meant to deny ourselves such earthly pleasures and focus solely on our spiritual connection to God."
“I see” Y/n simply responds to Wanda’s confession trying to organize their thoughts about this situation.
Wanda nods solemnly, her eyes cast downwards in submission. "I know it's wrong, father. That's why I've tried so hard to purge these thoughts and desires from my heart. But no matter how hard I pray or fast, they keep coming back, tormenting me relentlessly.
“And what thoughts are they? What is she doing to you in that little minds of yours?” Y/n answers with a hidden smile on her lips, trying to tease Wanda and see how dirty her thoughts are, despite of being a sweet innocent girl.
Wanda’s cheeks flushes a deep red as she confesses her most shameful fantasies. "I...I imagine her touching me intimately, exploring every inch of my body with her hands and mouth. I feel her warmth against my skin, her breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. I long for her to take me fully, to possess me completely and show me just how much she desires me."
“Mmmh” Y/n hummed as her only thought is the confession that Wanda just made. Y/n stood up from her seat to gets closer to where Wanda is seating.
Wanda looked up at Y/n with pleading eyes, hoping for understanding and forgiveness. "I know these thoughts are wicked and sinful, Y/n. They make me feel dirty and unworthy of God's love. But I can't help but crave the touch of another human being, even if it means damning my soul to hellfire forever."
“I understand Wanda, it’s normal to crave for the touch of someone, even if they the bible says not to” Y/n says sincerely at Wanda and looking down at her with understanding and comforting eyes.
Wanda breaths a sigh of relief, grateful for Y/n’s empathy and support. "Thank you, Y/n. It means so much to me to have someone who doesn't judge me harshly for my weaknesses and failures. Your kindness helps me hold onto hope that one day, with God's grace and mercy, I may find true peace and acceptance within myself."
“Mmhm do you want me to help you with that sister?” Y/n smirks mischievously looking down at Wanda innocent -or not so inocente after all- form.
Wanda’s eyes widens in surprise, unsure of what to make of Y/n’s sudden offer. "W-what do you mean, Y/n?" she asks hesitantly.
“I think you know exactly what I mean sister Wanda” Y/n answers with a smile looking at how Wanda’s cheeks flusters.
Wanda feels her cheeks flush a deep red, embarrassment mixing with curiosity and excitement. "Y-you mean...you could help me explore these desires?" she stammered, uncertain of whether she should accept such an invitation.
Y/n simply nods at Wanda’s question
After a moment of contemplation, Wanda takes a deep breath and nods resolutely. "Very well, Y/n. If you truly believe this is what I need to purge these sinful thoughts from my heart and find inner peace, then I am willing to trust your guidance and experience your touch."
“Good” Y/n answers with a wicked smile at seeing how her plan worked .
Wanda nods silently, taking comfort in Y/n's reassuring words as she slowly began to shed her conservative clothes, revealing her slender frame and delicate curves beneath.
At the same time Y/n strips down until she’s only her bra and panties.
As Y/n stripped down to her bra and panties, Wanda couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness. She has never been so physically close to another person outside of her family before, let alone a woman she considered a friend and mentor.
“And what do you want me to do now sweetheart?” Y/n asks as she steps closer to her and puts her hand on Wanda’s cheek.
Wanda gazes into Y/n’s eyes, feeling a deep connection forming between them as their bodies drew nearer. "I...I don't know," she admits hesitantly. "This is all very new to me. All I ask is that you guide me through this process with compassion and understanding, and that we remain focused on seeking spiritual enlightenment rather than physical gratification."
Y/n gets on her knees and says with a proud smile on her face “okay then, I must start this session” Y/n pulls Wanda’s panties down and starts kissing her inner thighs.
As Y/n knelt before her, Wanda felt a rush of vulnerability and raw emotions wash over her. Her body responded instinctively to the tender touch of the older woman's lips against her sensitive skin, causing her to gasp softly in surprise and delight.
Y/n smirks at Wanda’s reaction and gets dangerously close to her core.
Wanda bites her lip, trying to maintain control over her rapidly escalating arousal as Y/n teases her with ever-closer approaches to her most intimate areas. The sensations are overwhelming, but she clung to the belief that this is part of a larger spiritual journey towards healing and self-acceptance.
Y/n kisses Wanda’s clit and moans at the taste of her arousal.
Wanda’s entire body shudders with each delicious touch from Y/n’s tongue, her hips bucking involuntarily as waves of pleasure coursed through her system. She lost herself completely in the moment, unable to distinguish between the physical sensations and the profound spiritual awakening that seemed to be unfolding within her soul.
“Mmmh” Y/n holds Wanda’s hips still as she detaches from Wanda’s core just a second to say “don’t be shy baby. I want to hear all of you” .
Despite her initial hesitation, Wanda finds herself growing more comfortable with the intimacy of the situation as Y/n holds her hips firmly in place. The sound of her own moans filling the room served as a powerful testament to the depth of her transformation, a symbol of her emerging confidence and self-acceptance despite the weight of her past.
Y/n sucks at Wanda’s clit harshly and enters two finger without a warning into her arching core.
As Y/n continues to stimulate her with relentless precision, Wanda finds herself reaching new heights of pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her body shakes violently, her screams echoing throughout the room as she succumbs to the overwhelming sensations washing over her like a tidal wave of pure bliss.
“That’s it darling let it all out” Y/n mumbles as she continues liking at Wanda’s clit and curling her fingers into her g-spot to help her ride her orgasm.
Under Y/n's expert guidance, Wanda rides the crest of her orgasm for what feels like an eternity, her body convulsing and shaking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washed over her. As the climax finally subsides, she stands there panting heavily, her mind and spirit transformed by the incredible experience they had shared together.
“That’s it darling, you did so well for me” Y/n stood up and kisses Wanda’s lips letting her taste herself on Y/n’s tongue
As Y/n kisses her deeply, Wanda tastes the sweet essence of her own arousal on the older woman's tongue. It is a surreal and indescribable sensation, one that left her feeling both connected and empowered, as if she had truly shed the burden of her past and embraced a newfound sense of self-awareness and acceptance.
“Now darling get dressed and go back to your tasks. I’ll see you next week to continue or little session” Y/n smiles and winks playfully at Wanda flushed state.
With a sense of renewed purpose and determination, Wanda gathers her clothes and makes her way back to the rectory. Despite the lingering effects of her intense orgasm, she knew that she had taken another important step towards healing and growth, both physically and spiritually. As she prepares to return to her duties, she couldn't help but feel grateful for Y/n's guidance and support, which had helped her navigate these treacherous waters with grace and compassion.
a hint of pt.2
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stranger things ● the new girl pt 2 ● g. emerson
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warnings
swearing, bullying , jason carver / Andy, awkward flirting, Gareth using a firm tone, you all know that tone ashes will die on the dominant hill obvs, he is and y'all are sleeping on that shit, a little splash of 'bickering like an old married couple despite literally just meeting' and a big ol' dash of mutual pining. reader is female with long and curly hair, no other physical traits mentioned beyond that. why yes.. yes i am hellbent on reviving his tag. listen he's my grumpy lil drummer dude i can't just let it die.
word count
3657 exactly. Part Two... for now.
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summary
continued from ( this post )
Gareth can't get you out of his head so he tracks you down. Maybe you're a little flirt and maybe.. just maybe.. he's into it.
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He hasn’t seen you since that morning. Not that he’d ever admit he was actively looking in the first place, but.. It’s as if you got his attention with your antics that morning and you promptly vanished off the face of the earth.
By lunch, he’s described you to at least three different people and all he’s gotten are blank stares. Questioning glances.
That is, until he talks to Anna, a girl in his English class, the class he has lunch during.
She just laughs. “What do you want with her anyway, Gareth?”
Gareth shrugs because he doesn’t even really know the answer to the question she’s just asked. Parts of him want to make sure he didn’t imagine the whole thing. Other parts of him are curious about him.
“If she’s not out behind the cafeteria with the other smokers, she’s in the art classroom… I think.” Anna answers after a few seconds. Gareth walks out into the hallway and he tells himself he’ll leave it alone. He tells himself if you wanted to be found, if you wanted to see him again, you’ll bump into him first.
But as he passes the Art classroom, laughter and the sound of Fleetwood Mac drifts out into the hallway and draws him to a stop at the door. He’s leaning in the doorway and blue eyes scan the classroom. He’s perplexed because he doesn’t see anybody out front.
In the back of the classroom, you’re sitting on a low bookshelf, essentially vibing to Silver Springs as your friends talk back and forth about some party being held out in the woods on Friday night.
When the most powerful part of the song begins, you glare at Molly and Edith, silencing them with your gaze as you start to belt out the lyrics. 
I'll follow you down til' the sound of my voice will haunt you
Give me just a chance
You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you
Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me
I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me
I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you
“Holy shit!”
“Belt it.”
“Girl.. why are you not in choir? We need a singer. It’s a dire need..”
You’ve got your head thrown back and you’re just belting the lyrics at the top of your lungs without a care in the world.  Your feet swing and the heel of your platforms beat light against the cabinet below the counter you sit on. Your eyes are closed through this, you’re just feeling the song. 
Gareth hears you belting out the song towards the back of the classroom and he’s torn for a second, hesitating in the open doorway. He knows he should walk away, go to lunch and stop looking for you in crowds like he has been most of the day. Common sense tells him that if you wanted to be found, he’d have seen you at least once in the hall by now.
He comes to a stop as he catches sight of you and three other girls he recognizes from various classes he’s had with them over the years and he gets to watch as you thrash your head around and sing “I’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice will haunt you.” with your head thrown back and your eyes squeezed shut as if you’ve felt every single line in the song playing.
Adeline spots him and nudges another girl, Molly.
“What do you want, Emerson?”
At the mention of his last name, your eyes pop open and you lower your head, locking eyes with Gareth Emerson, the boy from the hallway this morning. You give him this grin that starts at one corner of plump red stained lips and slowly, lazily, it spreads to the other. “Oh hey, there’s my hero!” somehow, your grin gets brighter.
And there’s this playful twinkle in your eyes that has his cheeks on fire. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other and gives a little wave. And the amount of sass in that little gesture has you laughing soft, the sound makes him smile before he even realizes that it’s happening and he’s doing it.
You slip off the counter and saunter over, stopping still in front of him. “It was too loud in here, huh?” and you’re giving him this coy little pout as you say it, your fingers walking up the front of his plaid and lingering on the Van Halen patch that’s coming loose at a corner. 
Gareth’s brain is frozen, words will not leave his mouth.
“If it’s too loud in here, he could’ve just kept walking.” Molly gives Gareth a scathing glare. Gareth rolls his eyes at Molly and he starts to respond with his own sarcastic comment, but instead, he just lets it go.
“You’re uh.. You’re really good.. At singing, I mean.” Gareth manages to mumble at last. You shrug it off and laugh softly, all while shaking your head. “Am not.” and after you toy with the loose corner of the Van Halen patch just a second longer, you make yourself look up at him. Bite your lip a second or two. Blue eyes fix intently on the way you’re biting your lip. And the little playful pouty thing you’re doing.
He has the passing thought that you’re flirting with him but as quick as the thought comes, he’s shoving it out again. Because no girl in her right mind flirts with one of the school freaks.
“It’s the song. It’s a spell. Or so I’ve heard.” you want to punch yourself in the throat as the words leave your mouth. The goal here was to come off as mysterious. Rebellious. Unbothered. Untouchable by the typical high school bullshit you’re forced to endure day in and day out.
Gareth chuckles quietly. It covers up the groan that almost comes when he realizes that apparently, in the space of seconds, one of you or the other has stepped much closer and now, as a result, your bodies are brushing against each other and all he can smell is strawberry and decadent vanilla as it hangs in the air between you both heavily.
“A spell, huh? That’s uh.. Interesting.” he can’t think of anything else to say. Meanwhile, Molly, Adeline, Edith and Maria are pushing past, hurrying to the door of the classroom to escape the thickening tension in the air.
“We’re going to lunch.” Molly announces. "The air is.. weird in here now." “So go to lunch.. You guys don’t like.. Need your hand held to do it.” you laugh, waving them away dismissively. Molly gives Gareth one last scathing glare and Gareth returns the glare without hesitation. And you catch the little glare, laughing softly to yourself about it. “Molly’s a pill.”
“Yeah, that’s uh.. That’s one way to put it.” Gareth mumbles, wanting the floor to open and swallow him whole when he says it. You’ve got your eyes trained on the front of his plaid shirt and you’re lightly clutching at it with your fingers.
You’re wearing red nail polish, he notices, and it’s chipping. Kind of makes him think you have a nail-biting habit. Wisely, he doesn’t say this out loud.
“You’re not going to eat?” he asks quietly.
You wrinkle your nose. “Depends. Smelled like road kill and shit when I walked out into the hallway a few minutes ago.. If they have salad?” you tilt your head, giving him a hopeful little look as you say it. Gareth clears his throat and shuffles his feet, redistributing the weight from one foot to the other.
He’s not a tall guy, not even slightly. Nearly every guy in school towers over him. But somehow, the fact that you come up to the center of his chest..does something to him. Something he’s better off not thinking about a whole lot, but it goes without saying.
“You smell really, really good. Clean.” you want to kick yourself when you realize you’ve said it out loud, in a dazed tone at that. Gareth snickers but his cheeks burn up all over again. He raises a hand and your eyes catch on long and thin fingers and you bite down on your lip and watch as thin fingers tangle in thick curls. His hair looks like it’d be soft to touch and every part of you wants to know if this is the case or not.
But the pause is awkward and lingering and it’s driving you crazy. And even though you don’t want to step away from the guy, you know that sooner or later, you’ll have to. You nod to the  classroom door in front. “So uh… Food?  You mentioned food?”
“Oh.. yeah. I did.” he wants to punch himself in the face. ,, This shit, man.. This shit is why you never really attempt socialization.”  the thought comes and he shakes his head, annoyed with himself.
As the two of you wander out into the hallway, Jason Carver and his friends happen to be walking past. And naturally, Jason can’t just let him walk by without trying to regain the upper hand.
“Hey.. why don’t you let one of us show you around school, little girl?”
“Novel idea here, but why don’t you go fuck yourself, ape?” you retort, all with the sweetest smile you can manage on your face and one hand wound in your thick mess of long and wild hair. “Gareth can show me where things are.”
Gareth smirks as he happens to lock eyes with Jason and sees Jason seething in it.
As they start to walk away, you can’t resist what comes out. “You should’ve knocked him unconscious this morning with the book.” 
But his only takeaway from any of this is somehow, you already know his name and he has not one clue what yours is. As the two of you approach the Hellfire table, Jeff nearly chokes on the sip of Tab he’s just taken. And Ethan is quick to grab another chair, shove it next to Gareth’s as he gives Gareth a shit-eating grin. You flop down in the seat and Gareth takes his usual chair. 
“Hi.” you’re greeted by curious gazes from around the table. And you’re not the best at dealing with more than one or two people -smaller groups, at a time, so… You just kind of sit there, one leg tucked beneath you and your shoes resting below the chair you’re sitting in. You drag your spoon through the Trix yogurt you’d grabbed in the lunch line. And as you raise the spoon to your lips, Jeff speaks up, giving Gareth a pointed look.
“Are you gonna introduce your new friend, Gare?”
You laugh. “He would if he knew my name.” you’re only teasing, of course. Gareth grumbles, it’s something sarcastic about you being the one who’s been talking to him for nearly fifteen minutes by now and not one time have you introduced yourself and you snicker even more.
“Aww, you’re just a total grump, huh?” you say it in this overly teasing tone that both Ethan and Jeff pick right up on and they’re sharing a look across the table. 
“My name is ___. Call me whatever though, really doesn’t matter.” you shrug and dig your spoon into your yogurt.
“Hey, don’t you live in that house right next door to the Creel house?” Mike asks as he gazes at you. You laugh and nod. “What’s the deal with that place anyway, huh?”
“Uh, well for one, it’s haunted.”
“That shit’s not real, Ethan, grow up.” Gareth grumbles, rolling his eyes. “It’s just abandoned. Guy lost his mind and murdered his entire family. Ghosts do not exist. The house isn’t haunted.”
You cringe. “Ick. Alright then.” you take another bite of yogurt and Gareth’s gaze lingers on the way the spoon disappears between your lips. And just to tease him a little, you laugh and ask, “How do you know ghosts don’t exist though, Gareth?”
“Because they just don’t.” Gareth argues back. Leaning into you like you’ve leaned into him. You pout a little and shake your head. “Maybe they do, though. Do you have proof they don’t, Gareth?”
“Science? Logic?” Gareth argues back, taking a bite of his cheeseburger. You burst into laughter and take one of your napkins, dabbing at the corner of his mouth. “You uh.. Ketchup, dude. You had ketchup.”
Dustin speaks up next because if he doesn’t, the tension between you and Gareth will choke them all. “So.. where’d you move here from?”
You laugh. “New Orleans, actually.”
“And that explains the accent.” Gareth mumbles, mostly to himself. You give him a light shove and roll your eyes. “Hey, mister. You have one too. Trust me. You guys sound just as weird t’ me, hon.”
It hits Jeff that you’re wearing a Black Sabbath tee shirt and he chuckles. “Sabbath fan, huh? You don’t look like the type.”
“Why the hell not?” you ask, pouting and laughing softly as you quickly explain that you were only joking just now. “But seriously, now I’m curious. What type do I look like?”
From behind you, Andy from your homeroom -and a serious thorn in your side since the first day you started Hawkins High, let it be noted- speaks up. “The type of girl who shouldn’t be sitting with these freaks. You don’t belong over here at their table, sweets.”
“I dunno, man.” you glance up at Andy over your shoulder and roll your eyes, “ Kind of feels like I’m better off sitting here than anywhere near you. Call them freaks again, jackass. I dare you.”
“You do realize that this is the opposite of fitting in, right? And you wanna fit in don’t ya, doll?”
“Ew. Disgusting.” you grimace as he calls you a doll for the thousandth time in a week. “Why are you even over here, ugh.. Go away.”
Mike is snickering when he leans in to whisper into Will’s ear, “This is amusing.”
“It is.”
As all this happens, Gareth is sitting beside you, fist clenching tighter and tighter around his fork. When Andy opens his mouth again to say something, Gareth turns halfway in his seat so that he’s facing Andy and he can look in his eyes. “Look, asshole. She said she doesn’t want to talk to you. Maybe fuck off already? Or are you really that bad at taking hints?”
You swallow hard and shift in your seat when Gareth takes on the firm tone and tells Andy to get lost. You’re leaning against Gareth’s side just a little because someone’s come over to the table to talk to Jeff and Ethan and they squeezed in between where you’re sitting and where Jeff is sitting, so this forces you to get closer to Gareth just to make space. As your soft hair brushes against his arm, Gareth grips the edge of the table in front of him.
“What’d you say to me, you little shit?” Andy’s leaning down. Trying to get in Gareth’s face and you roll your eyes before speaking up. “Well, my question is answered.”
Andy’s gaze settles on you and he chuckles. “What? Who the real man is? Clearly it’s me, darlin.”
“No, I was actually wondering if you’re all as equally smooth-brained as that other idiot Jason. Now I know. Yes. You are.”
“You’re a mouthy little bitch, aren’t you?” Andy pops off, glancing at Gareth as he nods at you, “You might want to tell your girl to watch her mouth when she’s talking to me.”
The fork Gareth’s gripping in his hand snaps and when he speaks up it’s calm. Deathly calm. “For the last fucking time.. She told you to get lost. Get lost or you won’t like what happens.”
Andy realizes that the last time he’s seen Gareth this angry, it was 7th grade. Right before Gareth Emerson beat his ass in front of everyone at the park in town after school. And he smirks to save face. “Like you’re gonna do somethin’, freak.”
“He already did, idiot. Or did you forget 7th grade?” Ethan speaks up, amusement glinting in his eyes as he fixes them on the jock. Andy tenses up, flinching as if he’s been slapped. Jeff chuckles. “Our point exactly, man.. Save yourself and go.”
Andy walks away and you let out a ragged breath. “Finally. I thought he wasn’t gonna leave.”
Gareth fixes blue eyes on you. “You need to stop antagonizing them, damn it.” and the firm tone he chooses to use has Ethan and Jeff sharing a look, their brows raised because they’ve never really heard their best friend use that particular tone before. You pout a little and take a sip of your juice box, finishing it off. “‘Kay. Fine.. So I can just stab him in the eyeball with my fork next time?”
“No! Just leave those fucks alone, alright?” Gareth tries to but he can’t hide the slightest hint of panic when he has the outburst. Or the firm tone he’s used yet again.
You pout a little. “Fiiiiine.” you drag out the word and blow at hair as it falls into your face, muttering in a quieter tone, “Killjoy.”
“Look. You don’t know them like we do, alright? Just trust me. Antagonizing them is not a good idea.”
“He’s not wrong. They chased me and my friends home after school one day like they were going to run us down on our bikes in Jason’s Jeep.. and they were all laughing about it. Sane people don’t do that.” Dustin explains before going quiet.
As Eddie Munson saunters over, Gareth’s entire body tenses up. Jeff spots Eddie and calls out with a laugh, “You finally drag your ass to school, Munson?”
Eddie nods at you and mouths to Jeff, “Who the hell is she? Why is she sitting here?” and Jeff mouths back that he’ll tell him later.
Eddie’s smirking though, and there’s a mischievous gleam in doe eyes. “Gareth? You gonna introduce us to your new friend, man?”
You’re covertly slipping french fries off of Gareth’s plate like you’ve been doing for the better part of two minutes when Eddie clears his throat to get your attention. Gareth gives you a dirty look for helping yourself to his fries and you stick out your tongue at Gareth before glancing over at Eddie where he sits. “Yeah?”
“So.. do you have a name, sweetheart?”
“ ____. Call me whatever, though. Except sweetheart.”
Eddie chuckles. Rubs his chin thoughtfully as he glances from Gareth to you and smirks at Gareth. Gareth glares at Eddie, daring him to start his usual teasing and torment shit that he always does in these situations. Eddie merely shrugs.
“Sabbath fan, huh?”
“Noooo.. I just thought the shirt looked cool.” you deadpan, popping the top on your can of soda as you hold Eddie’s gaze and smirk. Then you grin and nod. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.. Yeah. They’re only my fourth?” you’re pausing, holding up your fingers and mumbling band names under your breath before grinning, “They’re my fifth favorite band.”
“Wait.. you named off all metal.”
“And?” you don’t miss a beat. “Something wrong with that?”
“Not at all.” Eddie shrugs. As soon as you’re preoccupied with a conversation Jeff starts with you about your old hometown and the lack of things to do there, Eddie leans into Gareth and chuckles. “Interesting..”
“What?” Gareth raises a brow, glaring at his best friend. “What’s interesting, Eddie?”
Eddie only laughs and shakes his head. “Nothing, Gare. Nothing at all.”
“I hate it when you do that shit, fuckhead.” Gareth rolls his eyes and grumbles.
“Lies. You love me, man. You know it and I know it.” Eddie chuckles. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully as Gareth turns his attention back to you. Eddie smirks to himself as he sits and watches Gareth watching you while you’re not looking, carrying on an animated conversation.
You talk with your hands a lot.
The realization has Gareth chuckling to himself. 
,, She’s fucking stunning.. But the stunning girls don’t go for freaks.” the reminder wipes the little smile he had right off his face.
Someone mentions Corroded Coffin and your eyes light up. “You guys have a band?” you’re suddenly staring at Gareth intently, drawing him out of his own battle with pessimism. “No way.”
Gareth shrugs. Smirks a little. “I’m the drummer, actually.” 
“Oooh.. I thought you were a drummer.”
You want to kick yourself when you say it.
Because he hasn’t noticed you in the last class of the day.. But you noticed him two days ago. Kind of hard not to when his go to habit when he’s bored and pretending to pay attention is to drum his pens softly against the top of his desk. You’d noticed him when you were trying to look around, see who kept making the little sound you were hearing behind you. 
“How?”
“We uh.. We have 7th together. You drum your pens when you’re bored.” you pout a little as you say it too. Gareth’s mouth opens and then closes again.
“Wait.. you’re in my 7th class?”
“Mhm.”
“How’d I not know that?” he chuckles quietly. You shrug. “To be fair, I can be really quiet when I choose.”
“Uh-huh, right.”
You flip him off playfully.
The bell to end lunch rings and the two of you stand up at the same time. Pushed to a close proximity as you begin to migrate towards the area designated to put away lunch trays. You don’t move away, you move closer instead. Because there’s so many people and so much noise and maybe.. Just maybe.. Even if you’d never admit it, Gareth Emerson being beside you makes you feel just a little less aware of the crowd and the noise and all the things that freak you out.
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27th March >> Mass Readings (USA)
Wednesday of Holy Week 
(Liturgical Colour: Violet: B (2))
First Reading Isaiah 50:4-9a My face I did not shield from buffets and spitting. (Third oracle of the Servant of the Lord)
The Lord GOD has given me a well-trained tongue, That I might know how to speak to the weary a word that will rouse them. Morning after morning he opens my ear that I may hear; And I have not rebelled, have not turned back. I gave my back to those who beat me, my cheeks to those who plucked my beard; My face I did not shield from buffets and spitting.
The Lord GOD is my help, therefore I am not disgraced; I have set my face like flint, knowing that I shall not be put to shame. He is near who upholds my right; if anyone wishes to oppose me, let us appear together. Who disputes my right? Let him confront me. See, the Lord GOD is my help; who will prove me wrong?
The Word of the Lord
R/ Thanks be to God.
Responsorial Psalm Psalm 69:8-10, 21-22, 31 and 33-34
R/ Lord, in your great love, answer me.
For your sake I bear insult, and shame covers my face. I have become an outcast to my brothers, a stranger to my mother’s sons, because zeal for your house consumes me, and the insults of those who blaspheme you fall upon me.
R/ Lord, in your great love, answer me.
Insult has broken my heart, and I am weak, I looked for sympathy, but there was none; for consolers, not one could I find. Rather they put gall in my food, and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
R/ Lord, in your great love, answer me.
I will praise the name of God in song, and I will glorify him with thanksgiving: “See, you lowly ones, and be glad; you who seek God, may your hearts revive! For the LORD hears the poor, and his own who are in bonds he spurns not.”
R/ Lord, in your great love, answer me.
Gospel Acclamation
Hail to you, our King; you alone are compassionate with our errors.
Or:
Hail to you, our King, obedient to the Father; you were led to your crucifixion like a gentle lamb to the slaughter.
Gospel Matthew 26:14-25 The Son of Man indeed goes, as it is written of him, but woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed.
One of the Twelve, who was called Judas Iscariot, went to the chief priests and said, “What are you willing to give me if I hand him over to you?” They paid him thirty pieces of silver, and from that time on he looked for an opportunity to hand him over.
On the first day of the Feast of Unleavened Bread, the disciples approached Jesus and said, “Where do you want us to prepare for you to eat the Passover?” He said, “Go into the city to a certain man and tell him, ‘The teacher says, “My appointed time draws near; in your house I shall celebrate the Passover with my disciples.”’” The disciples then did as Jesus had ordered, and prepared the Passover. When it was evening, he reclined at table with the Twelve. And while they were eating, he said, “Amen, I say to you, one of you will betray me.” Deeply distressed at this, they began to say to him one after another, “Surely it is not I, Lord?” He said in reply, “He who has dipped his hand into the dish with me is the one who will betray me. The Son of Man indeed goes, as it is written of him, but woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed. It would be better for that man if he had never been born.” Then Judas, his betrayer, said in reply, “Surely it is not I, Rabbi?” He answered, “You have said so.”
The Gospel of the Lord
R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
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MY DARLING DOLLS 39
Previous || PT7 CH39 || NEXT
PAST:MC
when you open your eyes you stared at golden one who's very close to yours. Her red hair almost covering all your view.
"..." -you.
"good morning, darling ~" the young lady of the tojou estate called out to you sweetly like you two have some special relationship or some sort. Her cheeks blushing with her orbs that's seems to reflect on you so clearly.
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You quickly roll away from her like she's some virus.
"I'm not interested in human beings. Go away." You shoo her and she pout being rejected by you again. But her smile returns as she gaze at you with that lovestruck written in her face.
"Do you know your very much trying to imprisoned me cause of that bad taste of yours..." You cannot help but sigh as you rub the chill you felt from how she look at you.
"It's not my daughter fault your very much have your charisma at the max level." The old tojou who's watching the whole thing from the doorway commented.
"Father can I marry MC when I debut to the society (turn 18)?" The young lady went to ask her father the nth time with tearful gaze.
"IM NOT INTERESTED!!" you quickly denied. You have no interested with a kid you watch grow up since day one! Holy crap you cannot even imagine the twitter cancel nation if they know about this. This is so GOTTDAMN terrifying!
Even through you forget what Twitter mean, you cannot help but shake your head so much as you give a look to the head of the household that taken you in since a long time ago.
[ even in this place you have flings...] You heard a voice in your head spokes. You almost thought you went crazy for a moment.
"WTH." You mumble looking around where that voice come from. But making sure that lady is far away from you.
"are you really interested with that doll obsess maniac who don't even age a day?" You heard your being called names by the old tojou and you can't even disagree with him. His speaking facts.
"Ye! Why are you interested with me huh? Nothing good ever happened if you like me!" Your self negativity is at its finest. The old tojou sigh as he heard your WORDS.
The young lady chuckle at your words, amuse how charming you are at the moment and you give her a 'the heck' look.
"your very interesting. And I like you very much." The young lady says confessing to you once again.
"Sorry not interested." You quickly says which made her giggle even more. "Crazy...." You mumble.
"there's many suitors for you my princess." The old tojou commented. "You should choice another one." He added.
"but father! MC stolen my first kiss--"
[ AHAHAHAHHAHA. LMFAO the drama!] The voice in your head laughs as you dodge the hit that was thrown your way by the old tojou. "What?" -old tojou.
"I DONT KNOW WHAT SHE MEAN! I KISS NO ONE BUT MY FLUFFY CREATURES!" You reasoned out as you run away to another corner, away from that crazy dad.
"you seems to forget that I have saved your life." The young lady smiled so charmingly at you. "I have to give you a CPR to revive you... Don't that mean your life is mine now?" She give you a look that reminds you of a snake. "So marry me, ok? To take responsibility as you stole a kiss from this young lady." She added giggling like a villain.
There's laughter's in your head and you felt like your in a tight spot, the fluff around you isn't even helping.
SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THIS CRAZY LADY!
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PRESENT: KANAME
"NO WAY! THERES NO WAY THAT HAPPENED!" Kaname screams as he slam his hand at the table. He want to flip the table and flip his hand to his ancestor. "I HAVE SO MANY RIVALS WHYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!" he cries he cannot believe this!
"what drama." Jun sips his drinks as he reads the dairy entre that they found yesterday. "The charm points of mc is so op! Ii Hiyori!" Hiyori chuckle as he cannot help but interested in the current entre. Kaname hugs his knees as he rock himself back and forth in the table, trying to comfort himself about what he just learn.
He cannot believe even his ancestor likes you! He really need a death note! ( He been watching anime with jun other than reading your journal entre)
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TWILIGHT OF ALL YOUTHS - CHIEF WHITE WIZARD THEIN GARIA ALMOST AT THE END OF HIS SEARCH FOR THE SACRED "MUSIC OF THE SPHERES" MANUSCRIPTS
May The One Most High be praised for all eternity...! So this is the prophesied Golden Dawn, the day after the Vermilion Sunset when the people of XNROE make their way for the blessed Promised Land! (Sigh) Truly magnificent! But pray, what about the Twilight Of All Youths (seventh and last manuscript of the Music Of The Spheres), Brother Samael? Where would I find it? "The Twilight of All Youths is within The Sleeping Child," that's all I know! The rest is up to you Master, based on the final chapter of your world--The Endtime! (Sigh) Very well, my friend! Forsooth the Vermilion Sunset begins as the Dark Emperor and the Ja'anites land on the Fields of Purple Grass, intent on ending their long overdue
Battle since the dawn of time! And from the Light came the First Wizard and the Last Emperor, leading the united forces made out of the Citizens of XNROE, the Samawi Empire, the Council of the Great Guardians and of course our own Hall of Wizards! There the two Rulers will say their final words to each other before the Rainbow Of Dawn (Humoga) sounds the battle herald and thus, duly officiates the apocalyptic final battle betwixt good and evil that would rage on through the night--The Dark Night of The Souls! As was prophesied, The Blue Morning Rain (Shaira) will engage that evil Monarch long enough for his brother the Last Emperor to replace him and delivers
The final blow! Alas the prophecy also dictates that the reformed Dark Legionnaire be mortally wounded by the triumphant Dark Emperor's battle axe...ending up dying in the arms of his mournful father! (Sniffle) Once the Dark One is decapitated, trails of his spilled blood will immediately usher in a magnificent rainbow that arches above the dawning sun, where the First Wizard and the Last Emperor will find a gilded doorway that will soon appear, which they would open and ushered in the gathered people of XNROE to proceed towards the blessed Summerland (Heaven), saves but one--Shaiyr Esarsi alias The Father To All Dreams himself! And pray, why wouldn't he, Master? He simply couldn't bear to leave his dead son behind, so much so that he bids farewell to the procession
Closes the gilded door slowly behind them and then turns around to see the...! (Gasp) The Sleeping Child! For as the door slowly closes, the last person to depart would turn their back and sees a smiling man holding his sleeping child...! You should be proud, Master Thein! Moved by the Holy Paladin's fatherly sacrifice, our sympathetic Creator revives Shaiyr's son and into a much younger version of himself, asleep so soundly over his shoulders! Once the holy portal is sealed, he valiantly turns around to face the ensuing End Of Days--to atone for abandoning his beloved family! (Sniffle) I...I can't...I can't do it, Brother Samael! I can't separate a grieving man from the child who longed for him all his life--even more after watching him dying for his sins! (Shaira was the leader of the nefarious Shudwa Dumanta Legion) Excellent! You've just passed the "Hardest Test!" What...test...Brother Samael?
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Midnight Snack (ch. 1/2)
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I'm back for a second swing at some smut and I'm only kinda sorry. In which Father Paul is feral.
Father Paul x Reader
Explicit (nsfw! 18+)
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He may have devoted his life to God, but you know you recognize the need written so plainly across his face.
What you don't know is that moments before, Father Paul drank of the blood-laced wine in his flask. But he has had to ration; he needed to save enough for his flock today. And although the taste was invigorating, he is far from sated.
Chapter 1
"You're right, you know," Erin says with a toothy grin. "It is great to have you here."
She hands you a cup of tea and joins you in admiring the clear April day.
It felt good to hear her say that. You had made weekend trips from the mainland when you could, helping here and there when she was saddled with the painful burden of sorting through Peggy's house, which Erin had finally reclaimed enough to call her own. But now your job enabled you to work remotely, so despite her objections that she could manage on her own, she caved to your insistence that you stay to support her through her pregnancy.
With much of the emotional labor behind you, you were free to fall into the easy rhythms of life on the island. You woke with the sun to see the fishing families off to the docks, raised a friendly hand to the hunky sheriff sipping his coffee as you biked past the general store. You even helped organize a used book sale at the school.
Everything felt like a natural fit. Everything except church.
Like Erin and the other residents of Crockett Island, you were raised Catholic, but you had long since given up religion in adulthood. The few times you had visited Erin since her return home, you had always been content to let her go to Sunday mass while you stayed behind to enjoy the mornings. For you, church was the sanctity of listening to the crashing sea waves from the solitude of her front porch.
But Crockett was a different place since the last time you were here. There was a new, young priest; one who had supposedly brought with him promises of revival to this fledgling community. He was working miracles, Erin said, recounting the spectacle of Leeza Scarborough rising to her feet, and you were curious enough to let her convince you to tag along. What was the harm, really?
What Erin somehow neglected to mention was that the priest was a goddamn smokeshow. He introduced himself after mass and the moment you were on the receiving end of his spirited gaze, those twinkling brown eyes framed by deep smile lines, you were bewitched.
Before you knew it, you had shown up for several Sunday evenings. Services were at night now--something about accommodating Father Paul's health. Strange, because to you he seemed the picture of vitality up on that altar, the lilt of his voice dipping and swelling with passion to deliver the homily. You had even started taking Communion again, so swayed were you by the stirring way in which he described the virtues of the flesh and the body.
Of Christ, you scold yourself.
But whatever holy absolution you were meant to receive clearly wasn't working. Because when you nestle into bed one night after mass, the impure thoughts that had begun leeching into the corners of your brain many weeks ago were no longer something you could ignore.
As your eyelids flutter shut, you picture in your mind how his frame towered over you at the altar for Communion, recalling the challenge you felt in holding his stare. A stare full of security and affection, but shaded by an intensity you didn't think wasn't imagined.
The hands that presented you with the wafer, their long, supple fingers working miracles of their own.
The depth of the voice that murmured "Body of Christ" giving you other commands to fulfill.
It had been a while--rather a long time--since anyone stirred this kind of desire within you, but soon you were panting like you had just run a mile, thoroughly spent atop a tangle of dampened bedsheets.
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Damn.
When you awaken the next morning, you know immediately that you're in trouble. Now that you had allowed your mind to go there, you'd never have another innocuous thought about the man. A man whose beauty was positively wasted on God.
Still, you make a noble effort. You sit at your makeshift workspace at Erin's kitchen table, mindlessly opening and closing documents, refreshing your inbox, getting up to make cup after cup of tea until you're shivering from the overdose of caffeine. Suddenly the entire afternoon had passed and you hadn't done a lick of anything resembling work.
So you welcome the distraction when Erin comes home from school and you stand around her kitchen counter, snacking on a makeshift dinner of grapes and crackers as she tells you about the outrageous lesson plan Bev Keane has been trying to get away with.
But at dusk she leaves to take a walk with Riley, and as soon as you're alone again, the familiar itch of guilt and shame returns to threaten you with another sleepless night.
You daftly wonder if confession can, ah, relieve you of your sins. You can be obtuse. Vague. It'll be fine. Before you can overthink it, you hop on your borrowed bicycle and ride to St. Patrick's, pushing away the doubt that sinks in with every pedal.
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When you arrive, night has fallen and the church is illuminated by the gleam of candles lining the windows. A few tentative steps into the nave and you spot him, doubled over a pew in the middle of the church, head bent in prayer. He's wearing his full vestments--the violet robe catching your eye among the walls of browns and beige--and immediately you realize you had completely forgotten about daily mass.
You halt in your tracks, hoping you could reverse course and leave undetected. But as if sensing your presence, he turns and instantly rises from his knees to greet you in the aisle.
"Ah, Y/N." Father Paul smiled, but the warmth that was usually there doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Will you be joining us today? I'm flattered that my sermon would bring you back for more."
"Oh, not--not exactly, Father. I actually came to see if you were holding confession, but--" You glance at your watch: almost twenty to eight. "I--I forgot--I can come back--"
His brows knit together and his mouth forms a hard line. He seems tense, working his fingers along his thumb in agitation, as if rubbing some invisible coin. "No," his voice quavering slightly as he closes some distance between you. "I would love for you to stay."
You mean to protest, but the unformed words die on your lips when you notice his gaze slide first to your mouth, then to your throat. He may have devoted his life to God, but you know you recognize the need written so plainly across his face.
What you don't know is that moments before, Father Paul drank of the blood-laced wine in his flask. But he has had to ration; he needed to save enough for his flock today. And although the taste was invigorating, he is far from sated. Your smell hits his nostrils like a stimulant, your elevated heartbeat fills his ears and it is at once the most inviting and damning sound he's ever heard. Like a sailor seduced by a siren's song, he wants so badly to let himself be pulled under, into the deep. But he can't--not here. Not now.
Instead, he reaches his rosary-adorned hand toward your face, his breathing labored.
"Father Paul?" You squeeze the question out as a whisper as you look up into his face. His eyes are dark pools cast with a reflective glow, almost like a cat, from the dancing candlelight of the dim church. Under the potency of his gaze, a cold rush of adrenaline washes through your veins. But the memory of why you have come has turned your lower body to lead. You couldn't move even if you wanted to, his proximity reigniting your arousal and sending a searing flush creeping up your neck.
Paul's hand makes contact with your cheek and at the same moment he backs you into the nearest pew, leaning over you onto the bench.
He'll stop himself from feeding his hunger, but the strength that it requires is simply too much to keep the dam of control from breaking entirely. If he gives in to other bodily temptations, maybe it would curb this wicked state of agony into something bearable. Maybe if he succumbs to this carnal desire to fuck you, it would be enough to get him through until the Angel returns to him. Or at the very least through mass.
He crashes his lips into yours with a desperate fervor, and the momentary shock overwhelms your rational brain. Your fantasy had been immersive, but really, was this real? You register the smell of myrrh entwined with something sharp and metallic. The taste of wine lingers on his tongue.
Why was he drinking wine, you wonder, when mass hadn't happened yet?
You can't even chase the thought because he groans deeply against your mouth, sending lightning straight down your spine. One hand fists the brocade accents of his chasuble, while the other flails against the book rack next to you, searching for something to grasp. You drag your pinky along the edge of a Bible, lightly fingering the corner of the onionskin.
He drags hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, dancing around the pulse point of your neck. Between breaths you whisper, "O God, it is You who knows my folly, and my wrongs are not hidden from You."
A verse pulled from somewhere in the recesses of your memory. 
The words of the scripture yank him back to the moment, as he searches the fog of his hunger for a response.
“If we confess our sins--" he begins in a low monotone, "He is faithful and just to forgive us--"
You try to lift the cumbersome purple fabric draped over you, fruitlessly searching for the sins that were surely hidden underneath.
"--forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.”
It's almost comical, the struggle. Like fighting a losing battle with a fitted bedsheet. Father Paul lifts his hips, one arm propping himself against the bench next to you to create space between your bodies. But the narrow seat was not made for these transgressions, and with his weight no longer pinning you down, you begin to tip sideways toward the floor.
Your fist tightens around his robes enough to slow your fall, and you pull him down with you. It's clumsy, and you want to laugh. But Paul seems to instantly recognize how it's made things easier; with a grunt, he rolls you onto your front and positions himself with his knees on either side, now in a much better position to find the belt buckle securing his black dress slacks.
It all happened so fast, your head is spinning from the sheer lunacy of your current position: Squeezed between the bench and the back of the seat, facedown among the dust and grit of sand that made its way here on the boots of pious fishermen. Flowy skirt bunched around your waist, underwear yanked down to your knees. Hand planted on the floor next to your prostrate body, hips tipped upward, skin sticking to the wood from the humid evening air.
"Good," he rasps, admiring his work. "Can you stay still? Be a good little lamb for me?"
You hear the zip of his pants and a shiver runs through you in anticipation. You can't see what's happening, so you jump when he bumps against your entrance. Taking himself firmly in hand, he glides his cock slowly forward along your slick folds, once, twice, eliciting a simultaneous groan from both of you.
It feels lewd how wet you are. You've never in your life wanted anything this bad. "God, please," you beg, desire strangling your voice.
You lean into the pressure as the head of his cock begins to part your lips, when suddenly there's a noise from the direction of the sacristy. The determined footsteps of Bev Keane, no doubt, puttering around to prepare for the service.
In a flash Father Paul ducks down, laying his body on top of you so he is no longer visible above the pews. You can't help the frustrated whine that escapes your throat, and he hushes you gently.
"Shh, shh shhh," he purrs, hand coming to rest over your own, rosary beads pressing uncomfortably into delicate bone.
Your pulse is thrumming a mile a minute--both in your chest and between your legs. He's panting against your neck, and the weight of him exhausts all the remaining air from your lungs. The ache of needing to be filled by him is nearly unbearable.
Seconds stretch by, and you feel the energy shift. Father Paul's breathing shallows until you hear it coming in small sniffs. He inhales deeply, grazing his nose along the sensitive area behind your ear, now clammy with sweat. There's that pitch of anxiety again, and you think it might be more than just the fear of getting caught.
But suddenly you're aware there's silence, and from his position the priest seems confident that Bev has left. Probably gone to look for him in the rectory. That should give you some time, but there's an unspoken understanding that if you resume, you must remain quiet.
He adjusts himself to start again from this new angle, his weight pushing you down into the floor and you're ready, so ready to take it, Father, but for--
Fuck.
Bev is back already, throwing open the doors of the church in anticipation of the small crowd that's expected--several more than just Annie and Leeza these days--for the daily evening service.
You drop your forehead to the floor in defeat and your body wilts with the knowledge that this definitely as far as you're going to get.
You wait until you're sure the coast is clear to sit up and begin the seemingly impossible task of making yourself decent without detection. You pull your twisted underwear shamefully back up your dripping thighs and adjust the waistband of your skirt as best you can. When you've straightened Paul's collar for him he stands up, raising a finger to his lips, and glances pointedly toward the vestibule, your best hope for leaving undetected.
As you slip out through the back, Bev's reedy voice carries through the sanctuary, "Oh, Father, there you are!"
You curse that hateful woman under your breath. You'll be seeing her in hell, that's for sure.
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🕊️🌺Wendy🌺🕊️:
The Fall of Man God's Word had gone forth: Man would have dominion over the works of God's hands.
Satan challenged it. If he could stop God's Word from coming to pass, he could defeat God.
His tactics were simple. He tempted the will of man. Man yielded and turned his will crosswise to the will of God.
Some of—if not the—saddest words in the Bible are:
GENESIS 3:8-10 34 Circle of Glory 8 And they heard the voice of the LORD God walking in the garden in the cool of the day: and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God amongst the trees of the garden.
9 And the LORD God called unto Adam, and said unto him, Where art thou?
10 And he said, I heard thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself.
Early one Sunday morning I was meditating on these things in preparation for the class. I'd put on a roast for dinner. And I was fixing my hair in front of the wide mirror in our only bathroom before waking the family.
From behind me, high and to the right, I heard a Voice. It probably was not audible—but to me it seemed almost audible. When the question came, I knew it was the Lord.
Do you know Romans 3:23?
My first thought was, Thank God, it's one I know. I grew up in Baptist churches. Baptists lead people to the Lord down the Roman Road. Romans 3:23 is the first step.
So I whirled toward the Voice and quoted rather glibly at first, "For all have sinned, and come short of...Ah!...." I gasped as I saw it! The last four words fell feebly from my lips trailing almost to a whisper, "...the glory of God...."
The Voice spoke the revelation I'd glimpsed.
That's what happened in the fall. I crowned man with glory. Man sinned and fell short of the glory.
I felt I would faint with the revelation of the fall from such glorious heights to such heinous depths.
Then the Voice literally revived me with words based on Hebrews 2:10:
But the Captain of your salvation is bringing many sons to Glory.
35 The Blood and the Glory I saw it for the first time! The circle of glory!
Man was crowned with glory. He fell from the glory. Through Jesus Christ he can return to the glory.
Then in a flash of revelation across my spirit I saw the predicament of the fall.
To the right, high and lifted up, was the place of the throne of God.
To the left, low and very low, stood Satan with man cringing at his side.
Between the two places there was a great gulf fixed.
I heard these words.
You always look at the fall from man's viewpoint. I want you to look at it from My point of view.
Within my spirit an automatic response arose, "I will be happy to, if You are pleased to show it to me."
The reaction of a natural man to a fallen son is to grab him and clasp him to his bosom. Had I clasped Adam to My bosom, I would have consumed him. My glory would have burned him up. And in him mankind.
Satan would have stopped My words from coming to pass. For I had spoken that man would have dominion over the works of My hands.
Then I saw my first son, Terry. He stood tall, broad shouldered and thin at the waist with a large silver buckle fastening the leather belt around his blue jeans. I felt an urge to throw my arms around his middle in a tight squeeze.
What if you could not hug your son? For if you hugged him you would consume him.
I'm a hugging mother. So the Holy Spirit taught me with a hugging-mother parable. Back then when I hugged Terry he would sometimes say, "Aw, Mom." But he liked it and so did I. I couldn't imagine not being able to hug him. In fact I quickly considered how I probably would forget and 36 Circle of Glory he would be destroyed. I somehow felt a little of God's position at the fall of man.
And in a new way I understood how sin cannot stand in the Presence of God. It is written, "For our God is a consuming fire" (Hebrews 12:29).
What does He consume? Sin.
I understood the precautions of the Old Testament.
God's glory stood behind a thick curtain in the Holy of Holies. The High Priest alone could enter there once a year on The Day of Atonement.
And then he took great precautions.
It wasn't that God did not want mankind in His Presence. It was that man could not endure the glory of God.
I thought of when David brought up the Ark of the Presence on a cart rather than in the way God had instructed them to carry it for their own safety. When the oxen stumbled, Uzzah reached out to steady the ark, and died. It wasn't that God was just waiting to get him. God's glory broke forth to judge sin when the two came into contact. (2 Samuel 6; 1 Chronicles 13.) Again I saw the scene with Satan clasping the cowering man and laughing up at God across the gulf. He thought he'd won. He thought he'd succeeded in separating God and his man forever. Satan knew that Adam, who once delighted in the Presence of God, would now be consumed by it.
His whining words ran together as he sneered over and over at God, "What-are-ya-gonna-do-now? What-are-ya-gonna-do-now? What-are-ya-gonna-do-now?"
I was made to know that God did not answer him.
But I also knew that God had a plan. A. plan which began in heaven before the foundation of the world. God did not need to do anything now.
He already had done something.☕️Billye Brim
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Happy Tuesday, dear Kruiser Morning Briefing friends. Caprinia was exceedingly adept at helping Walmart strangers believe that they could touch their toes even in their darkest moments.
Anthony Fauci — the chronic STD of tyrannical bureaucrats — is back to bother the nice people again. Worry not, faithful readers, I won’t spend too much time on the worm. Yesterday was a slow, federal holiday news cycle though, and I needed a foil for us patriotic, freedom-loving types.
I had zero hope that Fauci would fade away in retirement. He was beyond tedious when Donald Trump first weaponized him. He became the most insufferable human on Earth after Biden and Co. elevated him to secular cult god status. It wasn’t difficult to figure out that the guy would be polluting every spotlight he could find for the rest of his life.
The question is whether Fauci has staying power in the short attention span era. There are, after all, a seemingly endless supply of aspiring tyrants for American leftists to worship in lieu of Dr. Masksalot.
A recent television appearance by Fauci got interesting when an interviewer from CNN veered perilously close to journalism while talking to the not-so-good doctor. Michael wrote about it yesterday:
Modern-day journalism has transformed into nothing more than a progressive propaganda machine, so much so that when folks who work for big mainstream media outlets like CNN actually perform their duties as real journalists it’s so shocking it actually becomes the headline for other news content creators and aggregators. In other words, when a progressive media company suddenly adheres to old school standards of journalism and attempts to reach the truth and hold people in positions of power and authority accountable for their actions, it in and of itself becomes news. That’s how bad the media is right now. This is precisely why I’m writing this piece to discuss CNN host Michael Smerconish and his recent confrontation with the notorious and mostly hated Dr. Anthony Fauci, the former director of the National Institutes of Allergy and Infectious Diseases who headed up the government’s COVID response during the thick of the pandemic.
Smerconish is one of those kinda/sorta former Republicans who, upon the arrival of His High Holiness the Lightbringer Barack Obama, realized that he could make gobs of money by being a turncoat. This path to big paychecks still exists for conservatives in media; some of us have principles and integrity and weird stuff like that though.
As you have no doubt surmised, Fauci is making the rounds to join the COVID panic parade chorus that conveniently began rehearsals just as the Republican primary debates got underway. I’ve been at this far too long to believe that there’s any coincidence involved there.
Not surprisingly, Fauci reflexively began to babble about masks, which did prompt Smerconish to push back a little. It was… different.
Look, we know that Fauci and his ilk are going to try to revive the COVID freakouts whenever they need them, but I don’t think it’s going to work out that well. Many of my friends and colleagues think that people in extremely blue parts of the country are going to quickly fall back into their 2020 habits if told to do so by their government overlords and I disagree.
Read the room, tyrants, even your gullible lefties have moved on from the COVID protocols madness. Sure, the occasional “ZOMG WHY AREN’T PEOPLE WEARING MASKS?!?!?!?” loons will show up on social media, but it’s tough to keep the crazy cousins from wandering into the reunion in a big family. (I’m not sure where I was going with that either, but it makes sense if you ponder it for a while. I think.)
It’s a given that we right-wing nutjobs aren’t going to be big on compliance with any new COVID rules they might try to roll out. What’s going to be interesting is seeing which parts of America offer up the first signs of resistance from the Left.
Because it’s gonna happen.
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erm this is on my ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/49051921
or read below :333
a/n: this was a req on my ao3 :3
word count: 631
Witchcraft was your specialty. Groundskeeping was your profession.
It paid the bills. Took up free time. Made you forget about your loneliness.
You had never been much of a romantic. Which is to say, you were perpetually single.
That never bothered you though. You found comfort in casting spells. It made getting through life easier.
It was probably the reason you were the only cemetery keeper. And definitely the reason your pay was a thousand bucks an hour.
Sorcery made your life a living heaven! Nearly anything you wanted, at your fingertips.
But of course, there were rules to spell casting.
No making people fall in or out of love, no time travel, no clone making, no reviving the dead, blah blah blah.
But where's the fun in playing fair?
On the fortune morning of November 8th, you had a 3am shift.
As you stomped over the old dead people, you saw an abnormally large grave.
One that looked like it could fit two people.
Catching your interest, it started to glow an eerie blue. You waltzed over to the dirt patch, reading the headstone.
"Leo and Vincent Caruso." It called to you. Literally. Called.
Perhaps your enchanted headphones were acting up again. How the fuck did the headstone just speak?
Standing no less than 5 feet away from it, you begin to hear more voices. What fun.
Then you remember it. The dud spell you cast yesterday, on your day off. 'The revival of the Two of Hearts.'
You had to burn a perfectly good deck of cards.
Sure, you didn't actually think a resurrection spell would work, it is forbidden after all.
But the two corpses crawling out of the earth are living- sorry, undead proof. It worked.
The only consequence for summoning the undead is the unlikely possibility of them haunting you. You know, eternally. 'Till you die.
Sounds fun.
The voices were bickering, over what? That was beyond you.
Standing directly on the old grave, shovel in hand, you start digging. Until you're yelled at.
"Hey! Who's banging on our roof?!"
"Calm down, Leo. I'll check it out."
Uh, hell no.
You would have ran, but you didn't have any time to before a ghost-like figure was sprouting its head up.
"Oh. Someone's here."
"What? Tell me it's not the groundskeeper.
The second 'person' joins their roomie above ground.
You're mumbling the words, "Yeah, I'm out." before you can stop yourself.
"Holy shit! You can see us?" The second head speaks again.
"You know what, I wish I couldn't." You start walking back to your car, done with this nightmare.
"No- wait come back!" "We have a visitor, Vince! We should welcome them!"
"Welcome? Why would I want to stay with you undead strangers?" You stop in your tracks, instantly failing at trying to ignore them.
Showing his full body, 'Leo' calls, "We aren't that bad! Promise!"
There's no less than an hour left on your shift.
What's hanging out with some old-ass ghosts' gonna hurt?
Both men stand on your earthly level, looking a bit too excited to meet you.
"It's been forever since we've had company!" That explains it.
"We were revived yesterday, Leo."
"Fuck you."
You sense a strange feeling of peace running through your body as you listen to their banter.
"You're welcome for that, by the way." You tip off your witch hat.
"Huh? Welcome for what?" Leo asks.
"Oh, I cast a resurrection spell, and it partially revived you old hags."
"Old hags?"
"Shut up." You all laugh, comfortably. "But yeah, I'm a witch. Not really sure how you missed that, Vince." You gesture to your foot-long hat.
He scoffs. "It's Vincent to you."
"Whatever you say, Vince."
Leo, feeling left out, yells, "I'd say we're all gonna get along great!"
a/n: i feel like this fell apart at the end but this was such a silly req tysm bro
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National Targaryens Family Vacation: Aegon's Ending (Aegon x Reader)
A/N: im a Star Wars girlie so this is my fave ending so far :')
Summary: Aegon loves you, and you know.
Word Count: 1,305
Inspiration Credit: @tinfairies
TW: profanity, innuendo
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Aegon Targaryen might seem like a fuckboy to the world, but you know he isn’t. Being his friend for this long has allowed you to see a side of him not everyone does. Everyone sees this gorgeous, rich frat boy who has a steady stream of girls and guys in and out of his life.
But, growing up with him? Being his friend? Aegon is sensitive. He feels things more deeply than anyone realizes. And when he loves, he loves with all his heart. You remember when a boy back in your sophomore year broke your heart. He was a senior, the same year as Aegon, and was going to take you to prom. Then, when you didn’t have sex with him, he dumped you two days before the dance.
So what did Aegon do? He ditched his date, the captain of the dance team and most gorgeous girl in his class, and took you. He stayed with you all night, dancing with you, making you laugh.
And he’s the biggest dork on the planet. He’s obsessed with Star Wars. He lives and breathes it. He makes the world’s stupidest jokes. And it’s fucking adorable.
And now, as you wake up and look over at him, sleeping on the bed beside Jace’s, you wonder why it took you so long to realize.
You love him.
You slide out of the bed you’re sharing with Jace and gently nudge Aegon awake, sitting at his bedside. He stays asleep.
You shake him a little more insistently, giving him a bit of payback for the other morning when  he woke you up by jumping on you. He groans slightly, blinking his eyes open.
“Y/N?” Aegon quickly moves to make room for you, “Jace’s snoring wake you up or somethin’?”
You snicker, “Eh, kinda. You think he has sleep apnea?”
“Dude, I wouldn’t fuckin’ doubt it.”
He pulls you into his arms but rests his head against your chest, making you laugh as you run your fingers through his hair, “You’re like a little cat, you know?”
“Personally, I prefer the term pussy.”
You have to slap a hand on your mouth to keep yourself from waking everyone up, “Holy fuck, you need to stop.”
He giggles into your chest, looking up at you with those pretty eyes of his, “You love it.”
“I love you,” you admit, quietly, seriously.
He knows what you mean to say and his eyes widen, “What, me? Really?”
You nod, “Yeah.”
“Okay, dope.”
“You slap his head, “You asshole, you’re supposed to say it back!”
He rolls his eyes, “Obviously I fuckin’ love you too, Princess. Did you not read the bracelet?”
“Yeah, well, you didn’t say it, jerk!”
He laughs, moving to nuzzle his nose against yours, “I fuckin’ love you, Y/N. So goddamn much. I guess I kinda always have.”
You press your lips against his, making him smile into the kiss. He moves to pull you even closer, entangling his legs with yours, running his hands through your hair. You pull away after a minute, shaking your head.
“Not right now.”
He nods, “You can come back to my place with me tonight?”
You shake your head vigorously, “Oh, hell, no, we’re going back to mine!”
Aegon snickers, remembering yesterday’s conversation, “Yeah, yeah, Little Miss Bruin is too good for me,” he pauses, “Damn, during the school year, we’re gonna have like a whole Romeo and Juliet thing going. A Trojan and a Bruin.”
You roll your eyes, “Shut up.”
“Make me.”
You give him a look before laughing, “I’m gonna go get ready.”
Aegon watches as you move toward the door, calling after you obnoxiously loud, “I can help you wash off all those hard to reach places, Princess! I’m a great shower buddy!”
You shake your head at him before laughing and closing the door. Aemond and Helaena are both still asleep when you pass them, so you hop in the shower.
While you’re inside, everyone else wakes up, one after the other. Aegon takes, literally, two seconds to get ready and comes out to talk to them.
“Uh, so,” he mumbles awkwardly, “Y/N and I are a thing now.”
They all nod, sad but understanding.
Helaena pulls him into a hug, “Happy for you, big brother.”
Aemond smiles slightly, “She does bring out the best in you.”
“Just be good to her,” Jace agrees.
Aegon smiles at them all gratefully, “I love you guys. Even if I’m a dick sometimes, you know you’re still my family.”
“We know,” Aemond nods, ruffling his hair.
Aegon groans, “Oh, come on! It’s not fair that you’re the little brother and you do that!”
You come out soon after and everyone looks at you. You smile, a bit awkwardly.
“Hey…”
“Don’t make it weird, Y/N,” Jace teases, giving you a hug, “You can’t choose who you fall in love with.”
“And we know you wouldn’t intentionally hurt any of us,” Aemond assures, kissing your forehead, “If he’s who you want, we’ll support both of you.”
You feel tears start to brim in your eyes when Helaena comes and hugs you, “Aw, come on, I already did my makeup and everything!”
You sit on the couch with Aegon, watching his telenovela while everyone gets ready. Apparently the mother-in-law was actually also the mother of the woman who kills her son. Half brothers. Who knew?
When you go down for breakfast, hand in hand with Aegon, Rhaena screams, “I WON! I WON, I FUCKING WON! MOTHERFUCKERS, GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING MONEY!”
Everyone groans and starts pulling out their wallets. Alicent runs over and gives you a kiss on the forehead.
“You two are adorable together,” she whispers, holding your cheek in one hand and Aegon’s in the other, “I love you both vey much.”
You two glance at each other and smile.
The others decide to head to California Adventure for the day, while you and Aegon head to Galaxy’s Edge, of course.
You run around, taking pictures with every conceivable Star Wars character and Aegon freaks out when you manage to get appointments to build your own lightsabers. 
“We should pick each other’s kyber crystals,” he suggests, grinning, “That’ll be so romantic, Y/N!”
You shrug, “Yeah, okay! That does sound cool!” 
You secretly buy a white kyber crystal for him at the gift shop and sneak it to the cast member at Savi’s to switch with the regular one. Aegon starts jumping up and down like a little kid when he sees his light saber matches Ahsoka’s, one of his favorite characters.
“Y/N! You picked a white one! This is so dope, Princess, thank you!” 
You and the cast member smile at each other and you respond, “I’m so glad you like it, baby!”
He turns slightly red and quickly kisses you before dragging you off to ride the Millennium Falcon again.
You pass by the Han and Leia hallway and he grins at you.
“You know, we’re alone this time.”
You scoff, “Okay, flyboy, let’s go.”
He grins, pulling you into the hallway and kissing you. It’s sweet but passionate, and so very Aegon. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.
When you finally break apart, he grins, “So, obviously, you’re my girlfriend now, right?”
“Hm,” you tease him, “I don’t know, you’re a bit of a scoundrel, aren’t you,” you quote Princess Leia, making his eyes widen, “I happen to like nice men.”
He giggles, kissing your jawline, “I’m a nice man.”
“I know you are, boyfriend,” you beam up at him.
Aegon cups your face in his hands, resting his forehead against yours, “I truly, deeply love you, Y/N.”
You recognize the quote immediately.
“I know, Aegon,” you whisper, before pressing your lips to his, “I know.”
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ulfrsmal · 1 year
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2022 End of Year Fic Review
tagged by @aadmelioraa, thank you friend! This was super fun! :D
1. What is your AO3 account?
same as tumblr, ulfrsmal aka wolf-kissed
2. How many words did you write total in 2022?
Without counting Echoes, since that was both 2021 and 2022 and I cannot remember what chapters were published when, it's a whooping 383,780!
3. How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots?
Again without counting Echoes (mutichapter), 112 fics in total out of which 9 are multichapters... I was the king of oneshots apparently xD
4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic?
Technically the longest is Echoes with 262,310 words but since it don't count -- The Queen Of Thorns And Roses (The Spanish Princess) with 37,196. The shortest is Pregnancy (Vikings: Valhalla) with 348...
5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic?
The most popular going by hits, Holy Water (The Witcher, DD:DNE) with 1921. By kudos and bookmarks, In Due Time (The Witcher) with 130 kudos and 25 bookmarks! Counting the private ones too at least.
[Echoes sits at 8608 views, 194 kudos, and 33 bookmarks]
The least popular is Snow (Vikings, DD:DNE) with 9 hits and zero kudos, and I have a whole lotta fics with zero bookmarks...
6. What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would?
Well everything I've published after marking my fics to be viewed Logged-In Only has had WAY less attention than when they were publicly available, but I don't really mind ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would?
Steeler (The Last Kingdom). I thought it'd interest only me but I was way wrong!
8. What was your favorite fic you wrote from 2022?
OOF. Too many ngl XD To name a few...
Headlong (Spartacus)
Flame Of Knowledge (The Last Kingdom)
The Salt On That Ivory Skin (The Last Kingdom)
Nothing Can Break Me (I shall rise again) (The Last Kingdom)
Heathen Throne (Vikings, tw incest)
Vampire Heart (Vikings, tw incest).
9. What was your favorite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022?
Ah here we go, this is the question where I rant and rave! :D
Fields Of Joy by baku_midnight (Spartacus) is one of the most poetic stories I've ever read in the entirety of ao3, and poly to boot!
bound by flesh, freed by blood by @vveissesfleisch (Our Flag Means Death) is the kind of gory, sexy, messy DD:DNE I love most despite knowing virtually ntohing about its fandom, ahah!
polish the blood and the bruise by @underragingwaves (Vikings + Vikings Valhalla) has excellent character dynamics, little details all throughout, and superb military jargon
The Morning Doesn't Reach Us by crushcandles (The Witcher) is exhilarating, I love my Witchers poly and feral, and this fic delivers!
May He Rest In Pieces by geekinthepink (Outlander, DD:DNE) revived my love for horror stories and darkfics, plus I love the Murder Husbands trope
Bonus Fluff: The Man Made Of Love by Anonymous (The Witcher) is fluff made art 💟
10. Tag your friends to do this year-end fic review as well!
idk if y'all have been tagged yet so feel free to tag me into the comments if you have, bUT: @bouncehousedemons, @vveissesfleisch, @underragingwaves, @solinarimoon - TAG! YOU'RE IT! :D
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The Poor Man's Morning and Evening Portions
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Morning - January 6th
"I am my beloved’s, and his desire is towards me." - Song of Solomon 7:10
Yes, dearest Jesus! I am truly thine, by every tie which can make me thine. I am thine by the gift of GOD the FATHER; by thine own betrothing me to thyself; by the HOLY GHOST anointing me in thee, and making me one with thee, and in thee, before the world. And I am thine in the recovery of the church from Adam’s fall and transgression by the sacrifice of thyself: for thou hast bought me with thy blood, and made me thereby the conquest of thine HOLY SPIRIT. And now through thy divine teaching I can and do discover, that from everlasting thy desire was towards thy redeemed ones, and even when dead in trespasses and sins, it was thy desire to quicken them into life, and bring them to thyself. And even now, notwithstanding all my backwardness to thee, thou restest in thy love, and thou art calling me by thy grace, and seeking continual fellowship in ordinances, and by thy word and providences; all which prove that thy desire is towards me. And as to the everlasting enjoyment of all thy church above, thy prayer to thy Father manifested thy desire, when thou saidst, "Father, I will that they whom thou, hast given me be with me to behold, my glory!" Are these then the desires of my God and Saviour, my Husband, my Brother, my Friend? And shall my heart be thus cold towards thee? Oh for the reviving influences of thy Spirit, that I May cry out with, the church, "Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for thy love is better than wine."
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