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bluntsandcigs · 16 days

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ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

“𝐈’𝐦 breaking up with you”

Your boyfriend, for better or worse, was the love of your life and it was a fact that you sometimes lamented in moments when he was being especially insufferable. While certainly not without his good qualities, he had a list a mile long full of traits which often made you want to lob a pillow at his head, regardless of his Infinity. His tendency to be the world’s greatest troll was very high on the aforementioned list and he wielded his devious side with all the wicked glee of a well-seasoned trickster. You supposed being his girlfriend and thus someone he was exceedingly fond of meant you probably got off easy where his pranks were concerned. You’d met the likes of Utahime and Kento on occasion and both seemed perpetually prepared to kill him with lethal stares alone. You, on the other hand, despite often putting up with his nonsense were lucky enough to also be on the receiving side of his best side. With you he was thoughtful, funny, incredibly charming, and intensely dedicated to ensuring that you were constantly having the best sex of your life.

You loved him deeply and dearly.

But, you were also debating throwing him right out of your apartment in what little he was wearing.

Despite your claim that you were leaving him, Gojo’s smug grin remained steadfast and he made not even the slightest attempt to waylay your obvious annoyance with some of the sweeter playfulness you adored. He appeared to be delighted by the deadpanned irritation in your voice and plastered on your unsmiling face, his objective to vex you succeeding spectacularly. Glancing to your left, towards the small shelf of decorative knickknacks you kept there, you debated grabbing the first plush toy you could get your hands on just to chuck it right at him. Unfortunately, Gojo knew you too well and he tutted in response to your obvious considerations.

“Now, now, you can’t possibly be mad at me, can you? I’m only giving you what you said you wanted.”

“This is so not what I meant.”

Gojo, despite coming off as regularly lackadaisical missed very little and he’d been damn well privy to every single instance over the past year where you’d mused over your desire for a cat. Your love of animals, particularly those prone to purring and pouncing, was no big secret. The countless cat videos you’d cooed over and feline plush dolls that decorated your bedroom broadcast your love of the whiskered creatures just as clearly as your words did. He knew, damn well, that you’d been growing more and more keen on the idea of adopting a sweet little kitty of your very own. When he’d responded to your last remark towards future pet ownership with a grin and a none-too-covert comment that you might soon find yourself with a surprise over the next few days, you’d been giddy with anticipation. When he’d go through with it and what sort of cat he’d adopt in ‘secret’ had kept you on gleeful pins and needles for close to a week.

Now, as you stared at your almost naked boyfriend where he’d perched himself on your bed, you wished you hadn’t dedicated a single iota towards being excited.

“You said you wanted a cat, didn’t you? I thought this was what you meant.”

Glowering and well aware that he was feigning obvious ignorance, the fucking troll, you watched as Gojo adjusted his sultry pose for one that had his ass arching up for a better glimpse of the cat tail attached to the back of his underwear. It and the ears he’d fastened to his head with a well-placed headband were as black as you’d suddenly decided his soul was.

“Come on, babe. I had to give my girl the best of the best and you can’t deny that there’s no cuter kitty out there than yours truly.”

His grin stretched wider still and he made a sound deceptively close to an actual purr, the noise nearer to seduction than adoring affection. You were resolved to be unmoved by what you knew was an attempt to turn you on, turning towards the doorway which would lead you back into the living room.

“If I leave now I can probably get to an animal shelter before it closes.”

“Aw, you’re really leaving?”

He sounded genuinely pouty and disappointed and you were resolute about not caring in the slightest.

“Would I have been more convincing if I’d gone the tail butt plug route instead?”

The comment almost stalled you, because damn if that particular idea didn’t boast some level of promise, but you refused to be moved. At least not so easily. You took a step and stilled before you could take another, Gojo at your back so lightning fast you hadn’t even registered his movements until you felt the rush of air which signified them. He wrapped his arms solidly around your waist, nuzzling his face against the curve of your neck with an almost comical mimic of a cat’s meow. It would’ve maybe be a little cute if it wasn’t so infuriating, but it was definitely amusing and you bit back a tiny chortle of laughter with all the willpower you could muster. If he was going to be a goddamn menace then you weren’t about to make things easy for him.

“You don’t think I make a good kitty?”

“No. You make a good clown, though. Truly world-class on that front.”

“Ouch! I can’t believe my mistress is so cruel! Especially when I was so ready to give her all the cuddles!”

Anyone else probably would’ve been embarrassed to act so cutesy and forlorn, playing up the role of disappointed house pet, but shame was one trait Gojo had never gotten any real hang of. The man had enough cockiness to walk totally starkers through Roppongi without so much of a chance of blushing, so acting ridiculous behind closed doors was well within his comfort wheelhouse. Sometimes you wished you had even a drop of that kind of unflappable confidence.

“I doubt your type of cuddles is the kind I was hoping for, Satoru,” you grumbled, waiting patiently for him to just let the damn joke die already.

“Oh?”

You knew he was grinning even with the lack of seeing it, the wide spread of annoyingly kissable lips sure to be revealing those perfectly pearly whites of his. You felt teeth grazing your neck, a subtle scrap that settled into the tiniest nip where your pulse throbbed with a quiet drumming beneath your skin. His long fingers stretched and spread across your hips, pinkie fingers curling around the front belt loops of your jeans.

“What if I was gonna give you whatever cuddles you wanted? However you wanted them? What about that then, hmmm? Would that make me a good kitty? Would it make you wanna keep me?”

Gojo’s hips shimmied from side to side and you weren’t entirely positive if it was his attempt at making his tail sway or a not even remotely subtle effort to grind his cock against your ass. Knowing him, it had to be a little bit of both and feeling how hard he already was, as if he’d been eagerly anticipating the satisfaction of his cat boy fantasies, made it harder to deny him out of spite. You were annoyed for sure and never very keen to give him precisely what he wanted when he was being a pain in the ass, but Gojo was also stupidly good at making you cum. His talents in the bedroom were almost ludicrous in their effectiveness and if he was exceptionally game to give you precisely what you wanted, at least in a sexual respect, it wasn’t exactly easy to refute the possibilities.

He rumbled out another mockery of a purr and dragged his tongue across the sensitive skin of your neck, wet and smooth instead of at all scratchy like a real cat’s would have been. Perfect for making you feel good and curse your weak resolve, but you already felt wet just from thinking about how satisfied you’d be in the next few minutes if you relented.

“If you let me, I can eat your pussy so good you probably won’t even be mad at me anymore.”

“Wouldn’t eating my pussy technically count as some kind of cannibalism right now?” you asked him ruefully and you were rewarded with a delighted snicker in response, Gojo’s arms hugging you tighter.

“Oh, this kitty right here is keeping you. All mine. Can’t get rid of me no matter how bad you try.”

It gave you butterflies every time he said things like that, made little comments to suggest that for all his flightiness and reputation for being a player, he wanted to try for something more permanent with you. He may have been playing and playful, his default setting most days it seemed, but the words made your heart soar even so. The annoyance you felt from discovering his devious little prank hadn’t exactly fled in the wake of your affection, but it was tempered by it to some extent. If you were giving in to his hopes, you were giving in to them exactly the way you wanted and you weren’t about to let your obnoxious cat boy get away with his mischief entirely.

You shifted and turned, moving around in the cradle of Gojo’s arms to face him, mirroring the wicked glee on his face as your hand sandwiched itself in the space between your body and his. His brows shot up high, the shades he wore shifting down the slope of his nose just enough to give you a hint of the mesmerizing blue behind them. However, he looked quite pleased by the feel of your fingers squeezing around his cock. He was warm, even through the material of his underwear, and it was all too easy to map out the exact shape of his length with the cloth barrier in your way. You tried not to shiver just from feeling him, well-versed in how thick and long he was, the fullness that came with his erection sliding home inside your body an aching feeling you welcomed once you’d gotten used to it. That sensation was as dear to you as how honest Gojo’s reactions always were, nothing of his pleasure ever restrained or held back and it was as true in that moment as it had been since your first time together. Gojo’s smile grew wider and he let out a truly arousing groan as your palm rubbed against his shaft, fingers promising more.

“That can’t be all. Come on now,” you cooed, stealing a kiss from his lips and tasting the strawberry flavor of his chapstick. “Be a good kitty and let me know how good this feels.”

The band of his underwear stretched against the back of your wrist once you pressed your hand inside, fingers wrapped in a tight fist just beneath the tip of his cock, already leaking for you. It pleased you to feel his precum there, provided the slightest bit of slickness to help you roll your hand down his erection all the way to the base and lower, cupping his sac with a gentle squeeze that had Satoru’s hips bucking. The pressure made his dick weep further, smoothing out your strokes and providing you with what you needed to pump your hand over him in slippery glides he so clearly loved. Satoru mumbled your name, the smugness of his countenance wavering before the mounting pleasure. Those beautiful blue eyes of his fluttered closed, snowy lashes close to his cheeks, and seeing his mouth drop open for every sound of sensual delight was an utter joy. You loved it when you had him right where you wanted him, when just the feel of your hands coming together to work his shaft could make his thighs tremble. Your boyfriend may have been an incorrigible mischief maker who did so love to turn you into a soaking mess, but he could sometimes be so desperate for your touch.

Eager and greedy and all for you.

You needed more.

“Noooo!”

He outright whined when your hands left his dick, the length of it visibly throbbing with his yearning. His neediness was adorable with those cute little cat ears on his head and inwardly you considered how much better he’d look with the additional of a little bell collar, wondering if he might be into that in the future. Knowing Satoru and his never-failing interest in all sorts of sexual experimentation, he likely would’ve been thrilled by the idea.

“Don’t pout.”

You tried to kiss the look off his face, but it remained, Satoru steadfast and resolute to look as adorably put off as he could. When your fingers moved from his body to your own, tugging the shirt off your body with a notable urgency, his expression swiftly morphed into one that was greatly intrigued. Dissatisfaction was replaced with delight as his eyes raked so longingly over your half-naked frame, tongue working across his lips like someone had waved his favorite snack before his face the second your bra hit the floor. Teeth clamped down lightly on soft lips, Satoru shimmying his hips to sway his little tail as if to suggest that the sight of you briefly rubbing your nipples might be enough to make him pounce.

Like you were a mouse, his chosen prey.

You were no such thing and you lightly pushed at his chest to make him back away, give you room to lower your body down onto your knees. You pinched your nipples, peaks tight and providing the softest zing of pleasure through your breasts, smirking as you angled your chest towards him. His eyes widened and his smile was one of unadulterated excitement, a shaky exhale marking his happiness as his cock settled against the valley between your breasts. His hips moved, hands bracing against the wall behind you so he could thrust his slick erection through the soft crevice you’d provided him, his gaze enraptured by the view. He was long, just long enough that you could bend your head to tease the tip of his dick each time it drifted upwards, a thick weight nestled between the softness of your tits. The taste of him was warm and a little salty on your tongue, but you always found yourself wanting more, relishing each chance to caress the smooth head of his cock with a hurried swirl of your tongue.

“Feels so fucking good. Your pretty tits and that sweet little tongue on my cock. Can never get enough of this.”

“Wanna keep going then, Satoru? Wanna keep going until you’ve got my chest all covered in your cum?”

His hips shuddered, briefly angling towards a few faster thrusts through the warm cradle of your breasts. Gojo’s head shook, shades going further askew upon his face until he finally tossed them aside, unconcerned with anything other than his pleasure to care if they ended up broken on the floor. It was you that he treated with more care, freeing himself from the building ecstasy you’d been giving him to lift you into his arms, transporting you to the cushioned softness of your bed in seconds. He moved so fast you felt temporarily dizzy, but not so terribly that you missed how desperately he removed your jeans and panties, stripping you in a panting frenzy of need. It didn’t feel as if anything had been torn, no sounds of ripped denim stitching reaching your ears, but you knew that he could’ve destroyed your remaining clothing with ease had he wanted to. Gojo rather liked proving how easily he could rend fabric of all types from your frame and he’d been a fan of making buttons fly until you’d start grousing about having to mend or buy new clothes whenever the two of you felt horny. His restraint in that respect was surprising given how eager he happened to be. Gojo didn’t often put so swift a stop to foreplay, especially not whenever you had his cock nestled so pretty between your tits. He must have been waiting for you to come home for even longer than you’d anticipated for him to be so excessively keyed up.

“Impatient, are we, kitty?” you asked him, trying with your all not to sound breathless in your own state of anticipatory need.

“Say that like your cunt isn’t all juicy and ready for me.”

A gaze painted even clearer than sky blue roved with heated, covetous delight over the glistening wet of your pussy, lips pulled towards smug as he held your legs aloft, apart. Denying that you were exceedingly turned on would’ve been a bold-faced lie with the proof that you were lusting hard for your boyfriend right there before his eyes. It couldn’t stop you shrugging your shoulders, lifting your arms up above your head to present a picture of relaxation as well as readiness, fixing him with a smirk that beamed pride. Gojo’s plan could have been to seduce you all along, at least after he’d finished being a Special Grade pest yet he’d been just as seduced himself. He may have had all his ideas lined up like dominoes ready to be knocked down in a precise order, but his cock was flushed and hard where it came to rest against your folds. The tip still leaked with the evidence of how overcome he was by his need to have you, drips of heated precum dotting the top of your pubic mound with just one throb from his erection. Whatever Gojo’s exact intentions must have been had flown entirely out the window and he was clearly as impatient to cum as you were. He was the world’s strongest sorcerer, but making him ache to have you without having to really try made you feel pretty damn powerful yourself. After how much he’d irked you a few minutes ago, you were rather grateful for the ego stroking.

“You want me just as bad.”

“Then do something about it.”

You presented your dare with a squeeze of your hand around the head of his cock, a warm grasp that he thrust his length towards and the gliding motion had his thickness sliding perfectly across your clit. Smile wavering with a moan, Gojo tugged your hand away from his dick and brought your palm to his mouth, kissing lightly and dragging his tongue over the light taste of himself on your skin. When he lowered your hand, it was to rest it beside its twin against the sheets, his eyes darting towards the sight of your fingers clutching tight to the bedding once he pressed your legs together. Your thighs formed a tight haven for his shaft, different and sweeter than fucking your tits because the added softness of your pussy was right there underneath. Sodden folds, swollen from the craving for him, rubbing along the underside of his cock to coat it in further slickness and it made the process of fucking his erection along your clit so much easier. It wasn’t the same as being inside you, as having him stretching you open until you swore you felt him touching deeper than anyone ever had, but it may as well have been heaven regardless.

“Satoru, that feels so good..”

“Feels so much better than good to me, baby,” Gojo huffed, barely holding on to his smile as he rolled his hips with a mix of mounting, pleasured desperation and controlled precision. “Don’t even have to be inside you to make us both feel good. Can make you cum so hard just from doing this.”

He was right, truthful, and you could feel how every stroke of his smooth cockhead brushing across your bud was pushing you towards a mounting bliss that would have the thighs pressed around his cock shaking in no time flat. He felt so hard and hot against you, the wet of your cunt audibly slickening his flesh further until the sound was deliciously close to the familiar cacophony that filled your bedroom whenever he was inside you. It was wonderful yet excruciating, fulfilling your needs while leaving you anxious for more, aware of the empty feeling inside you. Gojo would never leave you unsatisfied, because he never had, but the longer he thrust his way between your thighs, the deeper your wants became.

“You can. I know you can. But, fuck, Satoru, it’d be so good if you were inside me. Even better than this.”

Gojo’s groan said he knew, that he remembered how tight you were and how perfectly the squeeze of your inner walls always milked him dry. He seemed to struggle for a moment with keeping his eyes open, crystalline hue half-hidden by lowered lids as he stared down at the repeated peek of his cockhead questing forward through the crevice of your thighs. You glanced down to see it too, trembling with pleasure as you watched his tip rub and grind against your clit, bucking your hips up to ensure the pressure intensified. You moaned and it was a weak sound, an orgasm threatening to tear its way through you before long, leading your fingers from the sheets to your own chest, pinching your nipples. Gojo’s hips stuttered from the sight, his hooded glance drawn up your body and higher, locking on your face.

“Later,” he promised you finally, tone throaty and strained as groans pitched into near whines. “I’ll be inside you for as long as you want later. But..”

He smirked, like a devil with the face of an angel, dressed up in the cheap cat costume which had started it all.

“Kitty’s gotta mark you now.”

It should’ve made you cringe or laugh. It probably could have had you doing both at the same time, cheesy as the comment was. Especially with his eager thrusts shaking the cat ears on his head until the band holding them in place looked poised to fall right off. You just didn’t have it in you to care about the silliness or anything beyond the fact that he was making you cum, your throbbing clit and the unrelenting drag of his cock across it pulling an orgasm through your core before you could truly even prepare for the fall. Gojo didn’t have to be nestled deep to feel your climax overtaking you, seeing it before him in the sharp arch of your back and the kneading of your hands across your breasts hurriedly moving back to the sheets. You kept your eyes open in the thick of it, gazing up at your lover as he watched you come undone with parted lips, seeming hypnotized by the visage of your release before him. He didn’t blink, an almost ethereal vision made human by the way his own control faltered, broken and splintered by his own fall to ruin. Gojo’s cock pulsed against your puffy cunt and he cried out his satisfaction as it spilled across your belly and chest, haphazard lines as white as his hair marking your sweaty skin.

He turned his head, pressing his teeth into the side of one of your calves just hard enough to leave a mark, but it was difficult to even mind any hurt there could have been while the two of you came together. Sensations too good to be real burrowed beneath your skin, carried through the pit of your being to every part of it, and you let the ebb and flow persist for as long as it must, savoring the wonder of being brought to the edge so easily. It was always a marvel to you in the aftermath, as your latest orgasm slowly found its way towards softening, how successfully Gojo could please you and how much it could leave you craving more. Your body still shook, your pussy intensely soaked from how hard you’d just cum, but the aching he inspired in you lingered deep where you wanted him to be, almost enough to make you forget that you’d initially been cross with him.

Curse him and his magic dick and his stupidly pretty, wonderful face.

God, you were so in love with him.

The feeling appeared to be very mutual, broadcast like a song across airwaves and carried to you through the look he gave you once the messy pulsing of his spend finally halted. Gojo peered down at you with a smile, less smug and more sweet than you expected he would’ve easily let others see on him. He looked close to swooning, though he may have just been a little fuck drunk from his orgasm, yet you could see past the post-sex daze to glimpse the more that was written in those eyes of his. You weren’t always sure of it, battling with the perceptions of his reputation and your own insecurities, but the softness of how he looked at you was there, as sweet as the way he kissed you when he lowered your legs to lean down. Gojo stole as many kisses as he pleased, each one slow and savoring, lasting until he saw fit to nuzzle his face against your neck with a mimicked purr that had you hugging him with legs and arms alike. You petted the cat ears off his head, grazing your nails through snowy white locks to make him repeat the noise a second time. When it had you giggling, a sound he claimed numerous times to be his favorite, Gojo lifted his head to grin at you and he looked pleased with himself, victorious in a way that would’ve made you pinch him had you not felt so good just then.

“So, are you gonna keep me?”

“Hmmm..I dunno..”

“Seriously?! I made you cum in less than five minutes! That’s gotta be worthy of a forever home!”

“Yeah, maybe, but as far as pets go, you’re kind of a messy one, Satoru. I mean, just look.”

You gestured towards your chest with a hand, reminding him of the spill of cum he’d gotten all across your bare breasts and stomach, as well as his own now. Gojo looked temporarily pleased and more than a little aroused by the sight of his so recent release painting your body, but he let the delight fade into a mask of determination. He hopped off the bed, tucking himself back into his underwear, and he marched out of your bedroom with a purposeful stride that seemed less serious than he may have meant it to when he whistled along the way. The whiplash of his strange, mercurial moods had your head shaking, though not without affection, and you climbed off the bed to give your still tingling body a good stretch, heading towards your dresser for some pajamas to change into in the near future. Quite possibly after Gojo had fucked your brains out the way you were anticipating that he soon would.

The motions of your feet carrying you across the room stopped at the strange sounds you heard just beyond the open door, straining your ears to listen. Nearby in the bathroom, you could hear Gojo making shushing noises, talking in a low whisper you could catch without being quite able to discern the exact words he was saying. You looked around the room, spying his cellphone nestled atop your table along with his usual clothing. Who was he talking to?

When he returned to you, moistened washrag in hand, you noticed how he seemed to pointedly avoid your gaze while he set to work cleaning his cum from your body. The whistling which had gone with him out the room resumed, a little louder and appearing far more like a distraction than it should have.

“If you’re hiding another prank or something, I am officially going to cockblock you for the rest of the night. I mean it.”

“You’re an awfully suspicious woman.”

“I’m dating the trolliest troll to ever troll. I think I’m well within my right to be suspicious of whatever shenanigans you’ve got up your sleeve. So, come on. No more surprises, Satoru. What was with the whispering in the other room?”

Withholding his answer until he could finally see your brow beginning to pinch, waiting for the reaction of near annoyance he’d been hoping for like the wicked little shit he was, Gojo tossed the washrag into your dirty clothes hamper and strode out of the room again. Left standing there, questions unanswered, you fought not to simply follow him or start rubbing your temples, electing to just wait for whatever was coming next. Knowing Gojo, it could’ve been anything. Ferreting through drawers for something to change into since the possibility of further mischief had cooled your lingering arousal, you tugged on a long t-shirt as soon as you got your hands on one, rooting further to find a fresh pair of panties.

Gojo cleared his throat from the doorway, halting your quest prematurely, and the frustrated look on your face was gone the second you saw what he had held so gently in his large hands.

“Oh.”

“Yep,” he replied, massive smile beaming, happily smug from your shocked reaction. “Not what you were expecting at all, was it?”

He stroked one long finger underneath a tiny chin, the fluffy kitten in his hands purring from the attention and staring at you with the biggest blue eyes you’d ever seen, aside from your boyfriend’s. It looked like Gojo was cradling a living, breathing powder puff and you felt your heart threatening to absolutely burst at the view of such a precious creature just within reach. You wanted to ask him where and when he’d managed to find such a gorgeous cat, but your emotions were threatening to get the better of you, questions hard to manage when you were so happy.

“Satoru.”

“Hey, baby, don’t cry. This was suppose to be a good surprise. I mean, obviously not as good as me being dressed up all sexy, but still good, right?”

Gojo took a step forward and he extended his fuzzy surprise out to you in the clear hope that holding the kitten would make you smile again. You grinning through the tiny spill of tears that made your vision glossy and gingerly brought the tiny fur baby to your chest, trying not to squeal at how readily the kitty leaned into the cheek scritches you gave.

“No, it’s a really good surprise, Satoru. A happy cry kind of surprise, I promise.”

“Oh. Whew. Okay. That’s a relief. I don’t know what I’d have done if you suddenly decided to reject Satoru the Second.”

Purrs rumbled sweetly against your chest, a sound and sensation you’d been hoping to have in your life for months. It comforted you, elated you, and those feelings couldn’t be beaten by anything, not even the absurdity of the name your boyfriend had chosen.

“We’re definitely not naming him that.”

“We have to, though! He looks just like me! It only makes sense to name him after me!”

“Nope. Definitely not. I veto.”

“We could call him ‘Toru for short?”

“What about something cute? Like Pancake?”

“Okay, maybe you’re onto something, but if we’re going with naming him after something sweet, it at least ought to match how he looks. What about Mochi? Or Marshmallow?”

Gojo came closer, rambling off a list of dessert related names he felt might be suited to the ball of pure fluff that seemed completely content in your hands, like he knew he’d found his forever home with the two weird humans that surrounded him. Your boyfriend started petting the kitten’s head, showing his own immediate affection for the pet he’d been planning to gift you all along.

He may have taken a very roundabout way of revealing what he’d done for you, but in truth his methods hadn’t been all that bad. Gojo could be a menace in the best and worst ways. That much was a fact known to anybody who associated with him.

To you, however, he was the sweetest nuisance.

Silly cat boy costumes and all.

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hell-drabbles · 4 months

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Raqiel 1

Summary: The only way that Raqiel can stay by you is to have him strip and put on these specially made chains. Raqiel has absolutely no problem with this. In fact, you’d say he looks a little bit eager.

(…just so people know, I like making OCs be over 7 feet tall. Just, really big people for the sake of being big.)

“Really?” you hissed to yourself, bringing the golden chains closer to your face as though that’ll somehow reveal a joke you’re missing.

“Aye…” Ppyong nodded sadly, even though your words weren’t really aimed at him, “I’m sorry, Child of Solomon… There really is no other way for Raqiel to stay in Hell otherwise.”

“No, no, I’m not angry at you, Ppyong,” you gave two flat pats on his head, though it didn’t little to lift up both your moods, “I mean, I expected this and all, but still. Pisses me off that it’s either this or a jail cell.”

Or being sent right back to the angels that were trying to tear him apart. You knew this war made almost every devil sensitive to even the mere mention of angels but to even reject an angel they knew was about to beaten to death by his own kind was… it’s a line you could never cross.

So these chains… these chains did not strike you as a safety measure, especially not with the dog tag, the length that would probably squeeze Raqiel’s body, and the cuffs on his wrists and legs would prevent him from wearing anything beyond over-sized robes. He’s be unable to even put on underwear.

Raqiel loves humiliation, you know this and indulge him, certainly. The problem here is that this kind of humiliation that’ll come from the chains aren’t of your own volition. It feels like someone else is putting their claws on Raqiel, and with the way he’s been regarded by every Hell citizen, you don’t want them to lay even a finger on him. Not after all the effort you went into keeping him alive while everyone else was yelling at you for it.

They don’t deserve to chain him up, but it seems you have no choice in the matter. And with the way you can hear stifled laughter and see openly mocking grins around you, you’re more than tempted to just chuck these chains at the nearest drinker in this bar.

Raqiel took a step forward from your side. The clack of his shoe rang loud and it silenced the entire bar in an instant. All the white noise that was on the verge of overwhelming your mind was gone. And that anger that was rising, it calmed down a notch now that your brain wasn’t itching.

“I don’t mind,” Raqiel’s limp wings dragged across the floor as he stood in front of you, inhumanly large body casting a shadow just to the right of you, “Be it chains, whips, or even having to cut off my own limbs, I don’t mind so long as I have my eyes to see, my mouth to speak, and my hands to pray.”

To see you, to speak to you, to pray to you. That steadfast devotion of his once made you uncomfortable, if only because he kept trying to get out of bed to show you the lengths it goes, but it became easier to just go along with it rather than fight it. Now that he doesn’t look mangled, it felt like a breath of fresh air, especially because he now knows when to tone it back and when to bring it forth.

You sighed. You stretched out the chains, looking at which connects to what just so you have an idea as to how it would go on.

“Hmm!” Ppyong gave a heavy sniff, eyes filled with tears and admiration, “Raqiel! I’m sorry this has to be done to you! You always make me snacks, and helped me heal my wing when it got torn, and–and–!”

“Like I said,” just as you figured out that one had to strip bare for this to go on, Raqiel unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open, exposing his muscled body for all to see with calm pride in his smile, “I don’t mind at all. If anything, this is a new type of excitement. If I remember right, Ppyong, those chains will force obedience in the dog that wears them. Obedience only to the one who places the harness on their pet.”

You stopped then raised an eyebrow at Ppyong. “Is that true?”

“Eh?” Ppyong, still in the middle of being weepy, snapped out of his despair and shook his head in a blur, “Ah, yes! Yes, the devil blacksmith told me that! If you put the chains on Raqiel, only your orders will activate them. No one else!”

Well, at least there’s that. You still don’t like it, but at least you don’t have to worry about some random devil breaking Raqiel just because they were in a bad mood.

“Alright then,” you lifted the chains up to Raqiel’s body, “Well, let’s do–”

Raqiel dropped his pants without any shame. His face was clear of any embarrassment, but the blush was high on his face and ears. He was glowing in all his nudity and the devils had no choice but to stare at him. His body type wasn’t unique to just him, you’ve seen devils that had it, but it’s in the way that he carried himself. It was the confidence in his nudity that made it hard to look away.

You snorted when you looked down. “…ha! You’re not wearing underwear. Did you know that these chains were being delivered today?”

“Hehehe, I might told him!” Ppyong sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.

“Forgive me, Dearest Deity, for not telling you. I was looking forward to this a little too much. It, honestly, passed over my head to tell you in advance.”

“You’ll be forgiven as soon as you kneel and let me put these on you, alright?”

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #drabble #hell-drabbles #hell-drabbles exclusive #oc.raqiel #whb oc #reader insert #heaven

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For all the time Republicans spend complaining about the economic struggles faced by everyday Americans, they remain steadfast in their commitment to ensuring major corporations can continue squeezing their customers.

Late Wednesday afternoon, the GOP-controlled House Financial Services Committee voted to advance a bill that would repeal a new Consumer Financial Protection Bureau (CFPB) rule that drastically reduces the caps on credit card late fees - from $30-$41 to $8.

The legislation would also repeal the CFPB's ban on automatic adjustment of late fees due to inflation. In the Democratic-controlled Senate, where the bill is expected to fail, a similar repeal measure was introduced by Banking, Housing, and Urban Affairs Committee Ranking Member Tim Scott (R-S.C.) — who has recently devoted most of his energy to fawning over Donald Trump — and co-sponsored by 12 other Republicans.

“Credit card companies penalize consumers with exorbitant late fees that far exceed their actual costs, raking in billions of dollars in profits on the backs of those who can least afford it,” said Chuck Bell, advocacy program director for Consumer Reports, in a statement urging Congress to reject the repeal.

According to Republicans on the committee, however, lowering late fees will “harm consumers by shifting costs to responsible consumers who pay on time in the form of higher annual fees and higher interest rates,” while removing incentives for timely payments.”

An analysis published this week by the watchdog group Accountable.US found that Republicans on the committee have “received over $7.9 million from industry groups against this rule and the largest credit issuers.”

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#politics #republicans #tim scott #late fees #credit cards #credit card late fees #banking #the cruelty is the point #house financial services committee #bank fees #all skinfolk aint kin folk #vote da bums out

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atopvisenyashill · 2 months

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DREAMER AEGON AU

The night after the Driftmark brawl, Aegon starts having dragon dreams warning of the Dance. Confused by the disturbing images he keeps seeing, Aegon decides the only way to avoid the dance is to one up Rhaenyra by ruining the reputations of himself and his younger siblings. Absolute chaos ensues.

First up is Aegon and the wildly improper wife he eloped with when he was 19, Ynys Sand!

Next up is Aegon’s partner in crime, fellow Dreamer and Schemer, but NOT his wife, Helaena Targaryen and her greenseer husband Skandar of Stane!

Rounding out the terrible marriage matches, it’s baby of the family Daeron, his much smarter wife Bethany Flowers, and Daeron’s boyfriend totally platonic friend Addam of Hull!

And of course, sweet Jacaerys, just happy to be invited (aka sent by Rhaenyra to spy on her siblings’ weird marriages) and Aemond who is desperately begging them to disinvite him from this nonsense.

Dreamer! Aegon AU, where the ages are made up and the plot doesn’t matter because Aegon just had another nightmare and he’s coping with alcohol and another hare brained scheme to tank someone’s reputation and piss off his grandsire.

I aged up Jace, Daeron, and Addam simply because I wanted them to get in on the shenanigans sooner!! I also made Gaemon a lil older but he’s not relevant, he’s just here to make me happy and also so Ynys can have an aggressive discussion about self control with her husband.

Aegon lets Ynys pick every one of their children’s names.

The brown and blue dragon arms on Helaena & Skandar’s cards are their cadet house, House Stane of Dreamer’s Cove, eventually built on the coastline of Skagos as a trading hub.

Skandar is second born, has a Wildling for a mother, is as loopy as Helaena, but has a deep respect for Dreamfyre that wins her brothers’ over. He loves to train with Ynys/watch Ynys beat people up.

Aegon still uses a personal coat of arms and at Ynys’ suggestion, Summerhall is built for them in the Marches.

Bethany’s mother is the precocious younger sister of a magister of Myr, who had a brief love affair with Otto’s older brother, only to figure out she was with child when she got back on the boat to Myr. Since her mother remarried, Bethany has moved to live in Oldtown, where she longs to study at the Citadel.

House Florontys - the pink sigil with the R’hollor symbol - are old Myrish nobility and dedicated followers of the Lord of Light, famous for their production of ornate crossbows and fine arrows.

Addam mostly captains the Blue Queen (named for Tessarion) and the Whitewood Rush (named for the Weirwood trees) but they are part of his mother’s small fleet. Brave Alyn is one he and Marilda both sail, while Alyn prefers Bold Marilda, and of course Marilda has Mouse, Steadfast Addam, and Mermaid’s Kiss.

Addam and Daeron have been lovers for a long time but Addam finds Daeron’s general “i gotta chuck this responsibility at anyone else” attitude frustrating.

Addam and Benjicot are the Dunk and Egg of Renly and Loras’.

Aemond wants nothing to do with this shit. He has snitched on Alicent, Otto, Aegon, Helaena, Daeron, AND Skandar because he has no loyalty and thinks they’re all acting insane. He does eventually get his milf witch gf tho.

Jace is sent by Rhaenyra to infiltrate The Youths after a series of elopements from the Targtowers and finds himself so thrown by Ynys Sand he lets her pinch his cheek and call him adorable IN FRONT OF HIS UNCLES and he does not recover his dignity from there.

#getting on my soap box #canon divergent au #asoiaf ocs #dreamer aegon au #the dance of the dragons #yes i did choose stupid pictures on purpose. that’s the vibe.#rani graphics #rani attempts to be creative #can’t believe i made ocs that’s so embarrassing omg

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Lend Me Your Voice(band AU!Eren x fem!reader) pt.2

It’s been so long since I posted anything, and I had this sitting in the archives for a million years.....my bad y’all. Basically, Eren is a douchey frontman of the rock band “Titans”. This will be a 4 part slightly angsty mini-series, with a shameless little self-insert as Eren’s sister in part 2 bc I have no self-control when it comes to Levi~ I hope you enjoy it!!

MINORS DNI!!!!

TW: sinful foul smut in the beginning, Eren is an asshole to reader, very minor character death for backstory purposes, swearing/dirty talk

Part 2!!

part one here ~

Another three weeks on this leg of the tour had gone by, and for some fucking irritating and infuriating reason, Eren Yeager could not get you off of his mind.

Something about how you had looked so heartbroken and genuinely hurt by his words and actions made him feel…..bad. He never felt bad, he prided himself on that shit. But here he was, picturing that kicked puppy look of yours on a sick loop in his brain, making him wonder why the hell he’d been so cruel to you.

It was annoying.

Eren knew that Connie had given you a VIP pass, he knew that you declared the renouncement of your Superfan title, and it shouldn’t have bothered him so much.

Because what the fuck did Connie Springer care for?? It wasn’t like HE was the one you’d gotten onto the bus with, who you were screaming for, who you- Jesus fucking Christ, Eren, knock that shit off.

He found himself being an extra dick to Connie for the rest of the week after that, but he never admitted why, and never will.

But Connie knew, and it gave him the thrill to know that for once, he was the favored member by at least one person. Everyone always went for Eren, Jean, or even Mikasa. He felt like the Kevin Jonas of his own band as if everyone forgot that HE was the one who formed Titans back in high school with Jean, forgot that without him there wouldn't be any of this.

So he was a dick right back.

“What, you mad that I gave a damn about a fan and she appreciated the kindness?! Not all of us just fuck and chuck women, some of us have some damn RESPECT for them!!”

In one of the many screaming matches that ensued after your short hour-and-a-half stay on their bus, Connie had finally called Eren out.

“That’s it, Springer!! How’d ya guess??” Eren laughed bitterly in return, holding solid and steadfast in his ‘I don’t care’ act, “First of all, stay outta my business. Secondly, I couldn’t give less of a fuck if you played nice with another sad little slutty fan who spread their legs to me and found out their pussy wasn’t good enough for me to marry ‘em. If you want my sloppy seconds that badly, I’m sure they’re plenty happy to lower their standards and give it up to you too.”

Connie didn’t say a word, standing there fuming, fists balled up so tightly his pulse radiated through his fingertips. At that moment, the drummer wanted nothing more than to swing his fist into the arrogant jaw in front of him.

Eren’s smirk was wicked, eyes dark and tone cold as Siberian winds, “Y’look like you wanna hit me, Con.”

Two strides of his long legs had him right in Connie’s face, head tilted condescendingly as he leaned down and asserted dominance.

“Do it then. Hit me, I dare you.”

Before he could live his dream, Levi, the ever-exhausted manager of the band, intercepted, shoving them roughly apart with a disapproving steel glare.

“That’s about enough, you god damned idiots. I suggest you get this figured out, whatever absolute bullshit it is this time, and figure it out quickly. Understood?”

Eren laughed even harder, resting a hand on his stomach, “Or what? You gonna get that step stool and punch me yourself?? You already got into my sister’s pants, you don’t need to try and impress her. Ain’t it embarrassing though? Your girl being almost a foot taller than you?” To say that he was on a warpath would be a vast understatement. He was out for blood and needed something or someone(s) to take it out on, to rid himself of the guilt eating him alive and prying open the vaults of his deeper wounds.

That guilt of hurting you so badly, he couldn’t stand it. But he refused to do the right thing as if his pride were at stake.

“You know what I think, Eren?”

The sound of his stupid sister’s voice made him look over, glaring.

“Oh, you can do that now? Miracles can happen, maybe God exists!” He mocked her, rolling his eyes, “Enlighten me.”

“I think you care about her more than you’re willing to admit, and you look fucking stupid. That’s what I think, and so does everyone else.” She said flatly, tired of being a punching bag to her brother just as much as his bandmates and former friends despite knowing the exact reason why; it wasn’t like she didn’t understand, “We didn’t make you such an unfeeling asshole, so stop taking it out on us when you deal with the consequences of your own foul actions.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself. We’re leaving before I beat you half to death.” Levi chimed in, effectively ending the conversation and walking off with his arm around her waist protectively, shooting one last glare to them both as a warning before closing the door of the bus behind him.

Deep down, Eren knew they were right. All of them. But they could never know that.

With a dismissing scoff, he flipped Connie his middle finger before closing himself off in the back bedroom of the bus. The frontman flopped himself onto the bed, stretching his limbs out, reaching under the pillow for the familiar cool touch of the picture frame he kept there, and pulling it out to stare longingly at the photo inside.

“I wish you were here, mom. M’sorry I’m fucking everything up, ah- I mean messing everything up, sorry. I know you hate when I swear around you.” He swallowed thickly as if he were trying to physically consume the hurt, make it just digest like a meal and finally go away, “I think I really ruined everything for myself, my friends hate me, I keep hurting innocent people-”

Another flash of your sad eyes played in his mind, and he squeezed his own shut tightly, hugging the photo to his chest and curling into a ball, “You’d be so disappointed, ma. The way I’m treating women, you wouldn’t even know me anymore, I-I’m sorry-”

And finally, after fighting with all his strength to hold it in for so long, Eren gave up. He sobbed, hard, chest tightening as he screamed in agony into his pillow, choking on tears and snot, and he didn’t care.

He wanted his mom. He wanted to be okay. He wanted to be himself again. He never meant to hurt anyone, never meant to hurt you, he just wanted the pain to stop.

There was nothing he wouldn’t give for the pain to stop.

That night, Eren Yeager cried himself to sleep, the picture of him at age five being held by his beloved late mother unmoved against his chest.

#attack on titan #aot #aot au #aot x reader #aot x reader smut #eren yeager #eren aot #aot eren #eren x reader #eren x reader smut #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager smut #eren yeager smut #aot smut #band au aot #band au #kaiyaki sano original

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sporesgalaxy · 1 year

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ok just as a little curiosity and also as a fun little excuse to show off some guys I don't revisit often/haven't revisited in a while:

#oc tag #adddna

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in-a-breeze · 3 months

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Bucks of Liberty? more like

Bucks hands of Sincerity

Will Chuck work together with Huck? Will Huck make his momma proud? And lastly, will Buck ever get some goddamn peace and quiet? Stay tuned next time for another special episode of Bucks of Liberty~

yes im still alive here, just hyperfixated somewhere else rn so quick story too, my art style was both inspired by venture bros and clone high, couldn't miss the opportunity to remake this for funsies now that I know how to rig animations better

#bucks of liberty #buck speedwell #chuck steadfast #huxley easter #rodney animates #mgr oc #mgs oc #venture bros #clone high #ill probably make more of this soon teehee with more characters

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xoverworkedandunderpaidx · 2 years

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I hate the Vogikov thing, BUT it's also mad messed up that Rose kept going after the fight was called when Dimitri didn't want to fight AND she literally knew about his trauma regarding physical abuse. It's a lot more uncomfortable to me than the thing with Tatiana, because honestly as much as we have seen her suck, Dimitri hasn't been present for a lot of it and it's hard to say how much he knows about her involvement in these things. He's overcorrecting after Rose freaked him out last episode with the temptation of chucking in the towel and leaving everything he's ever known. I said it in a previous post, but she didn't just ask him to abandon his duty - she asked him to question his faith. And he does, for a little bit. But that's not an easy thing to do, and Tatiana offers an easier alternative.

Where Rose is rebellion and burn the system, Tatiana is a steadfast believer in tradition and faith - everything Dimitri has built his life and identity around. It's comforting, it's familiar, it's stable and risk free. A relationship with Rose would complicated and challenging because he would care so damn much that he just might have to burn the system down alongside her and face the unknown. A relationship with Tatiana, an elementalist Royal Moroi? Well, there's no grey area there.

Dimitri isn't making good choices, but they are understandable choices. He is afraid and confused, he's hurt and looking for ways to make sense of his world as everything becomes less black and white. He's trying to shake the one thing that made him feel like he had something to lose.

So yeah, it's horrible and icky and I hate it. But I get it. And when he does decide to burn it down? I will be living.

#vampire academy #vatv show spoilers #vampire academy spoilers #romitri #dimitri belikov #rose hathaway #tatiana vogel #vampire academy tv series #I'm not enjoying it BUT i understand the concept of an antagonist and character development soooo #i guess I'm just here for the ride

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Well hello my dear Claire!

I was thinking of you this morning when the sun shone down on me. The warmth and light it brought reminded me of you! How I miss you so. I think of you often in the quiet moments I get to myself. I am ready for this war to be over, so I can be back with you. I miss the way your eyes crinkle at the sides when you laugh, how your lips turn upwards when you see me. I miss the sound of your soft voice and sweet smell. I long to be back in your arms, to have your soft lips on mine. I can't wait to hold and kiss you again. I miss you in ways that words cannot even understand. I am never not thinking of you my love. I love you for all that you are, all that you have been and all that you will be.

Yours always and forever! xx

Chuck

First off, I love this so fucking much. Thank you so very much! I received this yesterday morning and it was the best Christmas present! I can’t even describe how happy this made me, ultimate serotonin boost! I apologize for this being so long, but once I started, I couldn't stop!

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To my dearest Charles,

I find myself in the quiet hours of the night, overtaken with thoughts of you. My darling, how ardently I love you.

Each day is but a step closer to your return, and yet, the vast ocean between us seems no less formidable. If love alone could build a bridge, my dear Grant, I would have been in your arms yesterday.

Your courage inspires me to face each day with hope. To serve with honor, as you do. Your love is the beacon guiding me through these trying times.

Sometimes, it's the simplest things that bring you back to me. The way the sunlight catches on the mess hall's windows, so fiercely bright—it's like looking into your eyes when you laugh. Or the laughter of the other girls in my unit, which can't compare to the melody of your voice.

Grant, I long for you. Not in some abstract, distant way, but with every fiber of my being. With every sunrise that greets me alone, with every star I wish upon at night, I long for you.

Every night, as I gaze out upon the empty barracks, I imagine you here with me. The thought is so vivid, it's as though I can almost reach out and touch you.

Oh, how I wish you were here to see the way the moonlight dances upon the floor, just like the night we first danced together. Can you feel it, my darling? The echo of our dance, the promise of our next? I wish for nothing more than to be wrapped in your embrace, to feel the security of your arms, strong yet tender.

To kiss you again, is a longing so profound it consumes my every waking moment. Your lips, always so full of life, of love, of everything that is you—they are the very essence of what I desire. Remember our last kiss? You held me as if you could somehow merge our souls into one. I crave that connection, that perfect moment when all else fades away and it's just you and me.

Life here within the WACs is a tapestry of routine and camaraderie. We rise with the sun, our days filled with duties that some might find mundane, but I take comfort in them. Each polished shoe and crisply folded uniform feels like a step towards victory—a victory that will bring you back to me. Yet, even as we march in unison or drill under the watchful eyes of our superiors, there's a silence that lingers amongst us. We each carry our own private wars, thoughts of loved ones cast across dangerous skies and treacherous seas.

Tell me, my brave paratrooper, how are you? I hold onto the image of you—your golden hair catching the light, those blue eyes steadfast with resolve. But at night, when all is still, I worry about the shadows that might cross your face, the burdens you bear that I cannot lift.

Your letters are my respite, each one a treasure I keep close to my heart. Though ink and paper are poor substitutes for the warmth of your touch, they are the threads that connect us in this tapestry of war.

Charles, when this war is over and these uniformed days are but memories, I dare to dream of a life with you. A life where the morning sun greets us not with orders, but with the promise of peace.

May this letter find you safe and bring you home to me. Take care, my dearest. You are with me, always—in every thought, in everything that reminds me of you. Until I can feel your lips against mine once more, know that each day spent apart is another day closer to our next embrace. I cling to that hope like a lifeline.

I love you always,

Claire 💋

#band of brothers #chuck grant

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mariacallous · 6 months

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U.S. President Joe Biden has approved a new military aid package for Ukraine worth up to $100 million, the Pentagon announced on Nov. 20.

The U.S. Department of Defense said the new package includes Stinger anti-aircraft missiles, a High Mobility Artillery Rocket System (HIMARS) and additional ammunition, 155-mm and 105-mm artillery shells, Javelin and AT-4 anti-tank systems, and over 3 million rounds of small arms ammunition.

The package also includes cold weather gear, spare parts, and demolition munitions for clearing obstacles.

This latest aid package utilizes assistance previously authorized for Ukraine under the Presidential Drawdown Authority that was left over from prior fiscal years, the Defense Department said.

Drawdowns entail the delivery of military equipment that was previously authorized and requires presidential authorization only, not a specific funding bill from the U.S. Congress.

The announcement came the same day as U.S. Defense Secretary Lloyd Austin made an unannounced visit to Kyiv, where he met with President Volodymyr Zelensky.

Austin met Zelensky "to reaffirm the United States' steadfast support for Ukraine," the Defense Secretary captioned the photo of their meeting.

Later this week, Austin will host a virtual meeting of the Ukraine Defense Contact Group, also known as the Ramstein summit, to coordinate further military aid to Ukraine.

The defense secretary's visit comes after months of infighting in the U.S. Congress over government spending, including military aid for Ukraine.

Republicans in the Senate threatened to block the aid in early November unless there were security resolutions on the southern border of the U.S., leading to a standoff with Democrats.

U.S. President Joe Biden signed a temporary spending bill into law on Nov. 16, averting the impending government shutdown but leaving the issue of continued aid for Ukraine unaddressed.

The bill, passed by bipartisan majorities in the House and Senate, will fund the government through the end of the year in two staggered segments until Feb. 2 at the latest.

It earmarks money for the highest priority government expenditures but does not include funding for Ukraine, Israel, humanitarian aid for Palestinians, or increased border security.

U.S. Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer, a Democrat, said at a press conference on Nov. 14 that Congress would reconvene after Thanksgiving on Nov. 23 to try and pass a joint funding bill that contains aid for all four issues.

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omg its carver edlund

ok pony lore time!

Power and Cosmic stuff used to be more balanced before the Earth was created. Gods had their armies and hosts, sure they clashed for territory on occasion but generally it was peaceful. Until the big bang. When Chuck and Amara split, it caused a chain reaction to create a new dimension with space and planets and stars.

The gods began fighting over the planets and the beings inhabiting them, the most popular being Earth with its more habitual atmosphere. Things could grow and change and worship. Chuck ravaged other gods and flung their armies to the surface of Earth, the survivors became lesser gods of monsters, the first of their kind.

Then there were people. And people could create gods too, or call upon other cosmic beings or godlike creatures like Chuck, which frustrated him a little but he let them be. He kept them in line with his angels if they stayed on Earth or visited his realms (heaven, hell, purgatory, empty) otherwise he let them be unless he needed something.

Then one day he decided to vanish, leave his plan to its own devices and minor deities. He would fend off any cosmic beings who wanted his stories of course, but once the dominoes were set up he just wanted to let them fall for a bit without him. Life continued. He let Heaven direct for a while, the conflicts with hell and Lucifer were hardly his problem. Chuck made other stories, other worlds, just to play with the endings he could think of.

His first err was creating the Winchester bloodline as vessels for his archangels. He knew a great deal, but not even he saw what would come. He underestimated the indomitable human spirit, as powerful and useful as the souls he harvested were. Humans were supposed to be an easy cattle for souls, for vessels, for stories, for art, for life. A pet, an amusement. Not the bringers of hope or freewill, not supposed to be so steadfast. Perhaps his first error was underestimating human beings, then starting the Winchester bloodline for taking control of the monster populations.

Regardless, his second cosmic screw up was taking an all seeing eye off of this Earths Castiel. Stories were far out of gus hands now, but he could write a damn good ending.

Chuck is later found dead at the hands of the first man Adam shortly after pissing off Amara hours after she ressurectted Mary

The prophet of the Apocolypse dimension, Chuck ‘Carver’ Edlund is now imbued with the knowledge of Chuck ‘The God’ Shirley, as are his variants across multiple worlds if any of Chucks prophets are still alive. Chuck Edlund, fueled by visions Kevin preached and the sheer amount of angel grace he had been microdosing on for the last 30+ years, decided he wanted nothing more than to tear open this door to another world. It was tempting, he had been living like a rat for a very long time and he was tired of it. He could be a god, he deserved it, just like his alternate self.

It was easy to slip into the role of Chuck Shirley, easy to grab the reigns tighter than before and steer this world into a better ending.

This worlds Castiel was different than the one he had known, he was not prepared for Jack either. He could control the Winchesters to an extent, control some outside forces and concepts, but it wasnt enough.

In the end, he failed. Stripped of his self built godhood and left to rot in New Jersey, no one knows how Chucks story ended.

#mlpnatural #spn #mlp #supernatural #sketch #supernatural with ponies #supernatural characters as ponies #sketch artist #pony lore

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hallowed-be-thy-username · 2 years

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Sometimes, you just gotta write some tooth-rotting fluff that no one asked for.

--“Cara mia, would you do me the honor of joining with me for an evening out?”--

You blew out a long breath from between your lips while you smoothed out your outfit in front of the mirror. To say that you were nervous was an understatement. You’d been looking forward to tonight for a long time and now, it was finally happening. However unceremonious it was when Sister acted on her decision to remove him from his position as Papa, Terzo carried on with the level dignity he was owed. Now that he was at the Ministry more often, he spent his time enjoying things that he couldn’t before. One of those things happened to be you.

A few days ago, Terzo asked if you would go on a date with him. “Cara mia, would you do me the honor of joining with me for an evening out?” in his words.

Your heart fluttered as you remembered the look in his eyes when you answered with a resounding yes. He kept them on yours while he took your hand to kiss it. Terzo was undoubtedly an expert charmer, he radiated charisma and embodied sex appeal. So of course you were nervous. You weren’t even sure how in Hell you managed to catch his eye.

Somehow you had and now you were waiting for him to meet you for the most anticipated date you’d ever been asked to. To add to your confusion, he’d also told you to bring your coat. In July. When it was ninety degrees outside. A knock on your door sent your heart racing and you quickly grabbed your coat that you’d pulled out of the back of your closet before opening it.

The slight breeze ruffled his hair where he stood wearing his distinctive Dead Astaire suit, and a warm smile grew on his face when he laid eyes on you. “Cara mia, sei Bellissima! How lovely you are,” he purred before taking your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles, just as he’d done before.

Your face heated up and you stammered to answer, “Thank you, Papa- I, oh, I’m sorry!”

He laid his other hand over top of yours, his smile remaining steadfast, and answered, “Stai bene, sorella. Mere formalities, yes?” You managed a timid nod before he continued, “Are you ready for some fun?”

A smile finally tugged at your cheeks, and you nodded, “Absolutely.”

“Good.”

A ghoul was ready with a black town car and after he made a little show of opening your door for you, you were off to “somewhere special”. Waiting inside the car was a chilled bottle of white wine. He poured a glass for you first and you found yourself feeling a bit looser after a few sips. Just a bit. Your heart still fluttered wildly when he glanced at you from behind his own glass.

“I hope I do not make you nervous, bella.”

That made your heart beat even faster. “Oh! Well… I- I’m sorry. I mean, no! Ah, shit.”

Terzo burst with laughter, nothing but endearment in his expression, and soon had you laughing along with him. “It’s okay, I know I can be, eh, intimidating,” he said once he caught his breath.

“Well, in a good way,” you chucked.

He flashed sly smirk and bounced his eyebrows. “Mm a good way, sì? I like this.”

Your cheeks flushed warm when he took your hand and you replied, “You really are a flirt, aren’t you?”

“I believe that if I did not flirt, I would die.”

Laughter from the both of you rang out from the backseat while the car pulled up to the curb. The building where you stopped was rather plain, but you didn’t let appearances change your expectations. You took his hand when he held it out to help you out of the car and felt a tingle run through you when your body was close to his for a brief moment. Meeting his eyes with yours, you smiled at the alluring sensation. This was exactly where you were meant to be.

The car was left waiting while you approached the building, his hand still holding yours with you coat on his arm. It was quiet aside from some distant traffic noise, not another soul around other than the two of you. This peaked your curiosity, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it before he took hold of the door handle and shifted his gaze to you as he pushed it open. A chilly rush of air blew over your face and your eyes widened at the vast room in front of you. It was an ice skating rink, totally empty, its pristine ice glittering beneath the lights.

“Just for us. An escape from this heat, yes? You like it?”

You turned to him with a bright smile and exclaimed, “I- wow! Yes!”

“Yes?” he confirmed with a grin.

An enthusiastic nod from you proved a satisfactory answer and he chuckled before leading you to the bank of ice stakes behind the counter. “Have you skated before, cara mia?”

“I have, but not since I was a kid.”

“Stai bene! Nor have I. We enter the unknown together.”

You return a smile and feel another surge of butterflies when he cast a playful glance your way as you both chose your skates. He kept the conversation going while you sat to trade your shoes for the ice skates and buttoned up your coat, telling you about the last time he was on skates as a pre-teen and Secondo fell into a frozen lake.

“He looked like a drowned raccoon. I will never forget how pissed he was.”

He knew well already how to make you laugh and you could see the delight in his eyes every time he did, making your heart skip a beat. Terzo took your hand as you stood up from the bench to steady you and he stifled a small chuckle while you got your bearings before you both carefully made your way to the ice. You’d begun to feel a little more relaxed. Terzo’s sexual prowess always seemed to be turned up to a ten, and while that was still true right now, there was a certain softness along with it.

When you reached the gap in the wall to enter the ice, he took your hand in his once again. “Ready?”

After your answering nod with a smile, you both took tentative steps out onto the slick surface. A giggle bubbled up out of your mouth as you began to glide along in stride, muscle memory kicking in, and Terzo’s grip on your hand tightened to a hold for dear life.

“Cazzo! This- this is harder than I remember,” he huffed while he wobbled on his skates.

You quickly reached over to hold onto him just in time to keep him from falling. “Oh! Careful!”

“Figlio di puttana!” he cursed as he caught himself. “Thank you, cara, but it may be best if you, eh-” he let go of you to gently nudge you to glide further out onto the ice.

“Terzo!”

You sucked in a short gasp, tottering only slightly before regaining control on you skates, then turned to call out to him, but instead burst with a fit of laughter. Terzo’s arms waved at his sides to try to balance himself with little success while his feet quivered forward and backward. You’d never seen this side of him before, his lack of grace such a stark contrast to his usual suavity and machismo. All of that was left behind on more solid ground.

You stifled your giggles to call out, “Are you ok?”

“Never better, cara mia!” he answered with levity just before narrowly avoiding another fall.

“You look like a penguin!”

The eruption of laughter from the both of you finally took him down and he landed on his ass with an “Oof!” then carried on laughing while you carefully made your way over to him.

“Papa! I mean- fuck, sorry! Are you ok? Wh- AH!”

Once you made it where he was laying on the ice he suddenly reached up and snatched you by your waist to pull you down over top of him with a playful growl, forcing a squeal out of you, followed by a loud fit of giggles. You tried to catch your breath while making feeble attempts to push your hair out of your eyes until you felt his gloved hand on your cheek when he did it for you. Shielding you with his body from the cold ice below, he laid gazing up at you with an expression of unmistakable sincerity, the closeness and intimacy of it all making your breath cease altogether.

“You’re still Papa to me, you know.”

The words left your mouth without even thinking. Your resulting embarrassment must have shown on your face, because he reached up to hold it with both hands and said with a smile, “And you are even more lovely than I deserve.”

Now you were left with no words at all. Your heart thumped hard in your chest while you were filled with the warmest sensation and a bright smile lit up your face.

“May I kiss you, cara mia?” he asked softly with tenderness in his eyes.

“Yes, Papa.”

The rush of butterflies that came with the softness of his lips against yours could have easily carried both of you into the clouds. But you were happy right where you were, with your Papa.

Told you it would rot your teeth! 💜

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