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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Roommates

TW: smut. Language.

SUMMARY: Sexual tensions with your roommate reach a fever pitch.

WORD COUNT: 2300

REQUESTED

Can you do one where JJ and reader are roommates, they're both sexually frustrated and get into an argument about something stupid and just end up fucking? And JJ tries being cocky with her being wet but she jerks him off and he groans and just melts in her touch

Roommates

JJ Maybank was the world's worst roommate. Dishes left in the sink for days at a time. Laundry strewn in a parade of negligence as a path of where he was going to and from. The shameless revolving door of women he entertained calling for God less than an hour of showing up. But the worst detail was that you lusted after him since you were convinced by your co-worker, Kie, to move in with him when you were both desperate for a place to stay.

"He's harmless, really. Just a bit of a rebel." She convinced you through the loyalty all the Pogues still had for one another well after high school. The way he even defended Kiara against a group of drunk Kooks one night when she had to work late had been the final incentive for you to agree. He was even the ideal roommate to begin with.

But a week in, his chores and cleanliness slipped as he became comfortable in the tensions between you. Almost feeding off of them. Because of it, you made every excuse you could to be away from the apartment, only returning to be bickered at or being the source of nitpicking until one of you slammed the doors into silence.

"JJ!" You barked from the shower, a sudden rush of icy rainfall making you shriek as you were already running late in another attempt to evade him.

"Yes, princess? Need help getting those hard to reach places?" He was already in the bathroom, extending a towel off of his ringed fingers you were ashamed were a pivotal feature in the fantasies that came to you when he was with another girl.

Which come to think of it, hadn't been for some time...

"Did you turn on the sink?!" The pipe system was less than desirable, the cheap rent making this a forgivable trait to your abode.

"Did I? Must have slipped my mind..." He smirked, dimples weakening your anger, despite the fact your expression hardened.

"Are you almost done? Some of us are responsible and need to get to work on time..." He motioned for an invisible watch nonexistent on his wrist as your glare sharpened. Stealing the towel, you cleaned the remaining shampoo out of your hair, and wrapped it around you before finding him still hovering in the doorway.

"Seriously? Stalker much?"

"This is the first time seeing you wet for me...think I'm gonna miss it?"

"I-you..."

"You're so cute when you blush..." He moved past you, closing the door before you could respond. As a child in the middle of a tantrum, you stomped away into your room before coming up with an idea.

Searching for his phone while he was distracted, you ended up learning small details about him while in his space. Gum wrappers. Condom wrappers. Of course he wears fucking magnums. You rolled your eyes before your lip was trapped between your teeth at the idea, pulling the wrapper between your fingers and resting on your heels, distracted by your thoughts.

"Something I can help you with?" You threw the wrapper and climbed off of his bed.

"I was cleaning up. Someone had to…" You spoke proudly despite the lack of evidence to back you up.

"Why don't we just get this over with..." He sighed. "Yes. I'm the biggest guy you'll never have."

"Please. I wouldn't touch you or let you touch me even if you paid me..."

"You couldn't afford me." He shot back.

"Oh, and the girls you have come here can?" You were on your feet, gripping the towel at your chest to keep it from falling as he kept his eyes to you while yours threatened to fall to his Adonis belt and beyond.

"Seems to me you'd need to pay them to forget about it since they never come back twice."

"Personal preference. You jealous sweetheart? Maybe if you asked really nicely I could help you with your problem..."

"My problem?"

"The fact you're dripping on my bed." He ghosted your lips before moving to his bed, leaning on his palms.

"Damn...even down your legs. Denial makes you wet, princess..."

"I'm wet because I just got out of the shower!"

"Whatever the reason, it’s still making you drip on my bed…"

"God you're incorrigible!"

"And you're sexy when you're mad."

"Then I'm about to be a goddamn wet dream-"

"You said it..." His eyes were shameless. "Maybe if you admit you're jealous..."

"I'm not fucking jealous!"

"No? But you're still wet-" You matched over to him, forcing his hand beneath your towel.

"See?!" But he immediately began to rub circles around your clit as you stood over his thigh.

"Don't..." He warned as you tensed. He guided your hand over his shoulder as your nails began to dent his sun-kissed skin while you rode against his hand.

"I fucking knew it. I thought I heard you get off yesterday in the bathroom...might have to always offer you a towel and maybe-" You tried to push him away to deny an inflation of his arrogance but he then shoved a finger inside of you.

"Oh shit..." You gasped.

"There's no shame in being wet for me...it's pointless to deny it when I'm..." He slipped another finger. "Two knuckles deep in your tight little pussy, princess. And shit...you're even wetter than I hoped..." You clenched your jaw, moving back far enough until ripping his towel away and stroking him.

"Oh fuck..."

But something you weren't expecting came in the connection. As his eyes widened and he relaxed back on his palms, he melted against you. It was almost beautiful how he was reacting to you and the power you got from it was enough to make you truly drip down your own thighs.

"Fuck, just like that..." You quickened and twisted his cock in percent tugs as his breathing slowly began to become affected.

"I haven't been able to fucking come since hearing you use that vibrator-" You blushed at the memory of him walking in on you when you believed you were alone. You thought you'd convinced him by saying it was a massager for a pulled muscle in your thigh, but now you were grateful he knew the truth.

But that was months ago. Months without another woman. Rewarded now.

"You hard for me, JJ?"

"Rock fucking solid, princess...Jesus..." You pumped harder as he groaned. Delicious growls and even whimpers when your thumb brushed his tip. Precum taken behind your pouty lips.

"Shit!" He convulsed as you surprised him as his eyes closed. Taking him into your mouth as he watched you work him expertly.

"Keep those eyes on me...I wanna watch you take it..." His lips parted into an unsteady O.

"Can you take all of it? I'll fuck your throat if you can-" When he could, you submitted him to that full extent as he shot to his feet, dragging you against the wall and bowing over you as he bucked himself into your throat.

"Yes, fuck yeah...just like that, princess...take all of it...shit!" He kept your head from being concussed by the grip on the back of your neck as you made a mess down your own chest of tears and spit.

"Oh I'm gonna come...I'm gonna fucking come..." He was close by your allowance until you retracted.

"Oh yeah?" He pulled you by your hair and into the bed, forcing you on your stomach and then into your palms and knees.

"Anyone ever tell you it isn't nice to tease, princess?" You began to rasp as his fingers worked inside of you, stretching and pulling come hither motions as he smirked and laughed at your ear.

"Fuck, your moaning alone could make me come-" You belted a response as he pulled you to his chest. Forcing your towel away and palming your breast before twisting your nipples.

"You want my cock, huh?"

"You couldn't handle me..." He scoffed before sheathing himself inside of you, your face turned to take in his gasp.

"Oh shit, you're tight...oh...oh fuck..." He began to bounce you like this for only a second before firing you back in all fours.

"You like it from behind, huh?" He smacked your ass as you nodded.

"Harder!" Another snack and a gasp prompted him deeper.

"Fuck, turn around...you're gonna take me deeper." You weren't able to obey as much as just be pliable before he thrust into you the second you were on your back. Legs taken over his shoulders as pounded into you. A hand on the wall made you somewhat bent on a perfect precision of his cock to your g-spot.

"Oooh that's that spot isn't it? Oh yeah, that face...yes..." He hit the wall hard.

"Fuck...fuuuuck..." He arched his back as your eyes caught sight of the condom wrappers as you gasped.

"JJ-"

"I'm not fucking coming in a condom...you got me this hard...I'm already this deep...I'm filling you up...to the fucking brim..." You moaned as he bent you further. "Oh fuck...say it..."

"Come inside me! Oh God! I need it! JJ!"

"Fuck! Say my name again..."

"JJ!"

"Fuck me back, baby...let me see those tits-" You reacted immediately, bouncing and thrusting until he flattened you still.

"Here it comes...you want it inside?" You nodded desperately. "Yeah? You want my cum dripping down your legs princess?"

"Yes! JJ! Give me your cum!"

"Yeah. Fu-FUCK!" He thrusted twice over before filling you as promised.

"Jesus..." He set his forehead to yours before climbing out of you. Disappointment came in the remaining throb between your legs before he returned with your vibrator.

"I've heard you get off with this thing for weeks-I was jealous...and you're gonna do it for me..."

"How did you even know where it was?"

"Just followed your scent..." You winced at the joke before he started it.

"Oh wow...you won't last long with this will you?" The wand was strong and could make you come in under two minutes if given the right motivation.

"You can't make me?"

"You weren't so good with your mouth, you'd be on your third...I'll make up for it later..." He lowered over you.

"Open." He grinned to your compliance.

"Use it. I want to know what you look like when you came all those nights I jerked off against that wall hearing you come..."

"Oh God..." His words prompted you to pulsate it against you. His fingers pulled you wider.

"Oh shit...yes...you're already dripping down yourself...ever made yourself squirt?" You nodded.

"Next time will be with me..."

"Jesus, I could now..."

He held the back of your head. "Fucking show me." You began slowly, edging yourself.

"I need to feel it..." He set two fingers into a curl.

"Ooh it's close-"

"Yeah? Then let me have it, princess...come on...soak my fingers like you want to my cock...oh fuck...I'm throbbing again..."

"Do it!"

"Nope. You're squirting where I can see it-"

"I wanna squirt on your cock!"

"Well how can I say no to that?" He guided you over his lap as he kept the vibrator at your clit.

"JJ-"

"I think I prefer when you scream my name instead of screaming at me."

"Then make me..." He rode into you, coming close to his own release as you began to clench. "Oh shit...oh my God!"

"Yeah that it?"

"Oh yeah...oh YES! JJ ! IM GONNA FUCKING-" You were unhinged, soaking him through convulsions as he kept you as handled as he could without wanting to keep you reserved.

"Oh fuck...yeah baby, ride that cock...I'm so fucking close..." You were leaning with your palms at his legs as you took him with such power. Your hips smashing against his until he rounded you onto your back.

"Give me one more...I can feel you fucking clenching. One more!" He ordered as he held you beneath him.

"I might squirt again...AHHH!!!" He withdrew himself long enough to use only his fingers to get you closer to your edge.

"JJ! YES!!!" His fingers were merciless and sloppy. Raw sounds of squelching and suction interrupting your shared moans as he stroked himself to your own pleasure. When feeling you begin to convulse, he returned with a brutal slam.

"On. My. Cock." He ordered. Stars formed behind your eyes as you arched and he buried himself to the hilt to feel every rush of cum joined between you.

"Keep going..." You whimpered through your overstimulation until his lazy thrusts tattled his second release.

"Shit..." He fell over you, careless to the weight across your chest. As you chuckled, he rose carefully. A devil still raging behind his eyes as he moved to your breast. His tongue circling as he nibbles it into a suction.

"JJ...I can't..."

"It's been months...and that was the hardest I've ever fucking come in my life...I'm not done with you yet..." You shook against his fingers.

"Give me one more and I'll do the dishes."

"And the laundry-"

He snickered.

"I'll put you back in my mouth if you do the laundry-"

"I think we can find an arrangement..." He grinned to that countless orgasms cresting. "Oh yeah, princess...I think I'll be able to deal with this whole roommate situation..." On a laugh, you came. Faster but harder than before, setting a record he was set to beat each and every argument from here on out.

Every argument well worth the makeup of having JJ Maybank as your roommate.

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void-thegod · 2 months

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As a transgender man

I have learned that there are MANY women who like assholes

Just like there are dudes who like stupid/crazy bitches

It takes all types.

And so of course: people mismatch

An actually good guy will end up with a bad girl over and over

Or vice versa

And slowly but surely his/her bad experiences

Will affect them negatively.

This happens to all of us in this world.

We acquire pain and trauma and bad habits

And we can fight and overcome them

And many of us only know struggle - for ourselves, our ideals, our lives.

And almost all we experienced is a giant "fuck you"

How long do we remain "good"? How long til we become the monsters we hate?

Of course.. I have been told by elders, by people who know better to stay true. Be good. Maybe you'll always be alone

at least you'll be good.

Loneliness kills. And if being "you" and being "good" doesn't get you anything but hurt or taken advantage of?

Withdraw.

Change.

Maybe stay the course.

Of course. For some reason even though people can relate to such sentiments.. if a man is saying it..

He must actually be a bad dude who is a douchebag. He must automatically be manipulative for pussy

I've had women tell me they think I was lying about being trans! To get laid!

As if that would ever work!!!

This is the type of world we live in.

#relationships #men vs women #cishet vs queer #red flags #misogyny #misandry #trans #transmisandry #transmisogny tw #transandrophobia #queer #masculinity #trans man #trans masc #toxic masculinity

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just-late-roman-republic-things · 10 months

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Sallust has given me way too many feelings.

After spending a dozen pages shit-talking how greedy and vicious and corrupt the Catilinarians are, and how awful Catiline himself is, then taking us on a wild ride as the conspiracy is discovered and the leaders executed, Sallust gives the the remaining rebels one hell of a death sequence.

They’re trapped on all sides and are fighting for their lives, and for the first time we see how incredibly brave and sincere so many of them were. We see Catiline encouraging his men, reassuring their fears, trying to arrange a formation as best he can despite being hopelessly outnumbered. He rushes in where the battle is hardest, doing something right for once in his life. And even though most of his men were armed with nothing more than “sharpened sticks,” none of them retreated or surrendered. All of them, many only teenagers, died.

Sallust opened this book talking about how war brought out the “greatest opportunities” for people to become heroes. Courage, teamwork, patriotism, compassion. He spoke about how the greatest victors are those who forgive their enemies and show mercy to the defeated. And he argued that courage and virtue, not numbers or weapons, are what made Rome so successful. It’s a rather naive-sounding “just world hypothesis” where the good guys win and the bad guys must fail. Halfway through the book, I was ready to write up a whole essay on how blind Sallust’s moralism had made him to injustice in reality.

But the Catilinarians’ courage and teamwork doesn’t save them. Their youthful idealism and hope to change the world doesn’t save them. None of them get any mercy. And Sallust closes his book with the image of the “victors” looting the bodies, turning them over, and discovering the faces of their friends, enemies, and relatives. The Roman camp that night is filled with weeping.

Before the battle, back in Rome, we see Caesar and Cato debate what to do with the captured leaders of the conspiracy. Sallust doesn’t take sides; he calls both of them the “two great men” of their age. He believes Caesar’s greatness lay in his mercy for the defeated, and Cato’s, in his refusal to compromise his morals. Both themes tie directly in with the “good old days” moral framework Sallust outlined at the start. Neither man has the complete picture of virtue Sallust described, but it’s implied that they do when joined together.

But by the time Sallust published this book (probably 42 BCE), Caesar and Cato’s armies had slaughtered each other. Cato’s steadfastness led him to die by suicide instead of accepting Caesar’s mercy. Later Caesar was murdered by the very men he’d pardoned. Both men were killed by the same virtues Sallust praises them for. The virtues he attributed to the “good old days” and which Sallust said should have made them succeed.

And I realized, then, that Sallust knew exactly how naive the “just world hypothesis” was. He set up a very traditional, conservative-sounding worldview at the beginning only to rip it apart by the end. His original Latin is full of strange, blunt, sometimes misleading usages - and so is the story itself. It‘s supposed to shock us as he upends the values that Romans held dear.

Stupid rat bastard historian. You weren’t supposed to give me emotions.

#sallust #stinky rat bastard of a historian #this story gets darker the more you think about it #ancient rome #julius caesar #catiline #cato the younger #jlrrt speaks #Bellum Catilinae #jlrrt reads #jlrrt essays

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moss-bride · 3 months

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You make me want to believe in love chapt 10 is almost done! Yay!

Sneak peek

Her and Sforza get along a margin better. He remains her harsh and unresponsive tutor yet there is a sliver of respect at the aftermath of her fighting off a fever to (attempting and failing) hand him his ass

She responds to His taunts with her own. Insulting his height, his personality, the stupid caterpillar he calls a mustach, anything and everything about him.

“You're slowing down.” he complains. They had spent the morning practicing her strikes. According to him, none of them are close to the ideal form.

She pants. “Can't keep up. Only human.”

He scoffs and launches his blade into the arena dirt. “You make it impossible to forget.”

“Does Anguish pay you to be up my ass?”

“My orders were to run you ragged until shaped to fight” or something like that, he's grumbling low that she can't hear him over her racing pulse.

“You remind me of a soldier I once knew.” He stows away in silence for a brief moment. Lost in a thought. There is no telling if it's a happy or sad one.

She doesn't lower her sword, they circle each other in a wide stance. Feet firmly planted on the ground “Who were they?”

“A young upstart wishing to climb the military ladder. He succumbed to the sickness that raveges us. He's dead now, if not then wishes he is.”

Misery and tragedy are common outcomes to all the sorry characters that reside in this wretched place. She's not sure what to say. “I'm sorry for your loss.” These words annoy him.

“If anything, Be sorry he's not here to show you what a passable warrior is.” This is a sore topic for the yellow swordsman. He moves on quickly and is back to criticizing her hand placement.

There is a sadness to the inhabitants of allaggadda despite how impossible they make themselves out to be. She sees it after having spent time here, there is inward exhaustion that they stuff with merrymaking.

Girorgia too, is caught in this downward spiral that drags them down though her tale hasn't been revealed to her yet. Among shouts of pleasure and dancing, there are decaying remnants and swatches of clothes on the floor.

That must be the disease they talk of in such somber tones. She noticed them in her first arrival but hadn't scratched the surface of why no one cleaned the streets and instead stomped or avoided these bodies. It's clear in the way that the common people here don't register harm and can hardly communicate. An alcholistic wasting disease.

Even the cruel are subjected to the decay of this city. Will there be a day that she catches this mystical disease? Is it transferable via touch or air born?

Whatever the answer, she plans to be back on her world before then. Let this city collapse in it's hubris like a molding orange would, can't think of a more fitting end.

A slow clap and bright greeting dispels her thoughts. The noise announces Anguish coming from his tower to interrupt her training.

As Sforza bows and departs he announces

“Agent. I'm glad you recovered. “ she lowers her sword. As always he proves busy but she had thought that if she was majorly hurt in a way he'd at least show up. He had not checked on her in the moments of sickness despite his repeatedly telling her how she's part of his plans.

She'd be lying to say she also wasn't avoiding him since watching his display of exhibitionism.

She crosses her arms. “The high and mighty Black lord deigns to bless us with his presence! Haven't seen ya in a bit. Hoping you dropped dead “

He tiredly sighs. “Might as well be. Forgive me for not having enough time to play with you. Being the fourth pillar of government Work has consumed much of my time. “

‘Not enough to keep you from enjoying the gardens.”

He titters. “You saw that?! Pervert” The image is still causing searing embarrassment days later.

“Is that jealousy I hear? My poor pet is upset over an inconsequential happening.”

Her deadpan stare gets a laugh out of him. In her panic she had experienced a pinch of jealousy. But not for 035. She dearly misses human connection and taking people home from bars. The nights of letting go with a revolving door of dates. “As if!”

“Good. My bedfellows are far from your concern.”

His words are simpering. “ I have a task for you.”

As if he would be here if he didn't need something. She accepts quickly to escape further embarrassment. “Alright.”

He orders her to walk beside him. She trudges an inch behind his gown trail. Listening to the tiny beaded rocks that are sewn into his hem bounce on the marble stairs. Are all his clothes so dramatic? There is no one here to impress yet he finds the fanciest garb in the land to lounge in.

“What are you doing back there? I said beside me.” he extends one of his forearms and she skips several steps to match his pace and grasp the velvet sleeve.

They walk in silence, an unspoken game on who's going to speak first that he forces her to break.

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pelicantoes · 1 year

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I just have to rant about Bakudeku. And since I have nobody who could possible, hypothetically, magnanimously understand (if you're pissed off about my misuse of those words, good) in my own admittedly very small inner circle I am forced to resort to this hellhole tumblr, so thank you for bearing with me. Because this is gonna be a wild fucking ride about my stupid obsession and deep feelings about Bakudeku, because it's fucking 12pm and I'm sleep-deprived, and almost on my period, and entirely too emotional and I have just read the most heartwrenching fanfics about those two, and I WILL make it everyone's problems because I'm OBSESSED.

Okay so, it's just the fucking rivalry, those two idiots have been through so much. And Bakugou is an absolute toxic bitch to Deku at first, but it's about the reasons behind it that make it work. The fucking inferiority complex towards someone who is quirkless, towards someone who should be lesser than him, who he knows is lesser than him, and somehow for some fucking reason he feels threatened. This kid wirh his helpful nature and his caring and compassion and always being so bright and optimistic. Bakugou loathes it because he can handle himself, but he can't handle the idea of someone being so kind in a world that is out to get him and that disadvantages and is even hostile to him at every single turn. Somebody whose literal dreams got crushed at the age of 4. He doesn't get it, Deku should be a depressed, cowering loser, but he isn't. He's bright and good. And Bakugou can't fathom it, he wants to crush him.

And then they get to ua and Deku has this crazy quirk and he feels lied to. And he must wonder why Deku would keep such a thing hidden for so long, why would he subject himself to the horror of growing quirkless when he might very well be more powerful. How could he let somebody like Bakugou hurt and belittle him when he had the power to dominate him all along. And I think it's jarring for him, because he probably sees the world as a place where the strongest survive, the strongest rule. And Midoriya hiding such a thing from him wouldn't make any sense at all eith that worldview, because naturally Deku would have wielded this power to gain more control over others, just like he did. And I think it added another dimension, because Deku isn't only kind because he's quirkless and therefore would need something going for him, he actively chose to remain kind that entire time. Despite the amount of control he could have had.

It's like Midoriya is a living embodiment of everything Bakugou does not understand due to how he's raised and that scares him, so he obsesses over him. In the same way Midoriya sees Bakugou as the ideal to beat. He has always looked up to Bakugou and his quirk and his power. It's a result of seeing him praised ever since he was a young kid. And Midoriya's obsession stems from the fact that he wants to be better than Bakugou. It's telling to me that it's Bakugou he wants to beat, not Allmight. Bakugou wants to beat Allmight, he wants to be the best, but Midoriya wants to beat the person he's always idealized and seen as the best, up close and personal. The best in his generation, not the current number 1 hero who will have retired by the time they're proheroes.

Ans there's just always this push and pull between them, they are always áware of the other's movements. They unlock in eachother a type of vulnerability that neither of them have with any of the characters, a kind of bond I have not often seen in any media. It's so raw and unfltered, it's wanting to beat the other, proving to the world they're the best, but it's also deeply intimate. Even though they would fight and taunt and jab at eachother, they trust eachother, they rely on eachother to keep them going. They would feel lost without the other, it's like they're eachother's motivation to improve, but most importantly to live. I think their bond runs so deep that their life might loose all meaning if the other dies. It's how Bakugou grows from hate to begrudging respect, and Midoriya from being a push-over to valuing himself and getting better self-esteem, and finally getting to equal footing where they hurt and fight eachother, but it underlies the knowledge that they're equal, nothing they can do will truly take the other down. The push and pull. There's mutual respect, and trust and intimacy, they know eachother more than anyone. They're both so intense, and somehow they managed to find their match in terms of intensity from such a young age that this strange bond could blossom. It just took time to put them on equal footing so they could actually provide eachother with the intensity they crave so badly. Midoriya had the resolve and the stubbornness, but none of the brawn needed to provide an actual challenge to Bakugou, to be someone he could let loose with. Bakugou had too much pride and too much ego, to ever willingly give himself up for someone else, especially not for Midorya. Until the tables flipped, until Midoriya got his quirk, and he understands Bakugou more than anyone. And Bakugou realizes Midoriya is no longer that crybaby kid he could beat up whenever he wanted and their relationship just changed so much, to the point that Bakugou willingly put himself in harm's way for Midoriya.

It's just such a compelling and complex dynamic and I get teary-eyed whenever I find fanfic that perfectly captures their bond, because it's such a powerful and profound thing and I'm absolutely astounded that I would grow to like this ship so much. It's not even like I necessarily ship it romantically, it's like they can't live without the other, and it feels undefinable by romantic or platonic labels. It's like in an entirely different category. And fuck I am so invested in those two, but ugh just Them.

#bakudeku #bakugou #deku #I hope this made sense #i just #I love them #and their bond is fucking weird #and I love it #the intricacies #the coming together of two characters so complex #and their relationship being a hallmark for their development #bakugou wouldn't have come half as far mentally without Deku #my hero academia #also I will not apologize for the misuse of thise words #because I'm in a mood #and I don't care if magnanimous foesn't fit #i'm being dramatic #let me be annoying #thank you for your understanding

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convxction · 11 months

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"Ah, Chrom..." they had been staring. Fiddling with their book and changing their weight to one foot and back again, repeating the process for an uncomfortable amount of time. They wanted to say something. Should say something. But what do you say to someone who lost someone dear to them so suddenly? So violently? If only they were better at speaking, if only they were someone who's words weighed heavy, if only... But Akira's none of that. And so the grip on the book tightens and the pain in their chest grows stronger. It wasn't supposed to be like this. "If you need something..." they start, slowly to not choke up again. They'd cry alongside Riquet and Nero instead, not in front of the man who so kindly took them in. "I'll do anything. So...even though it's out of line for me to ask, please lean on me."

This was NOT supposed to happen. He knows that his sister walked on a dangerous path there were people who didn't like what she was calling for. Peace for everyone? They scoffed at her dreams. He saw how people treated her at first but she proved that she can follow her words ... why... . . . why can't they trust her till the end? why can't they let her make it happen? Why must they ... kill her?

She didn't deserve that end ...

All she wanted was their peace ...

Why . . . ? . . . . why . . . . ?

Why did she leave them so early? Ylisse still needs her! Lissa still needs her! H-he .... he still needs her. A life without her is unimaginable! She was the mother and father and the big sister to him; she was everything. To be robbed of life that easily is unbearable.

Even though he steeled his heart when they managed to come back to the castle after the Exalt's demise, Chrom was still fighting to grasp what had happened. Gangrel's plan worked even though they tried to stop him, Emmeryn .... Emmeryn died, the Ylisseans are in shock, and his army is still in disbelief ... Lissa .... Lissa is still crying.

What should he do? . . . Someone please wake him up from this nightmare. Please!!

Chrom had been zoning off, spacing into the far distance when Akira came to find him. He didn't have the heart to stay in the castle after what happened so he remained in The Shepherds HQ. There is .... There is no way he would come back home without seeing, even a fraction of her dream true. He will be damned if he will let her sacrifice go to waste. She didn't choose that end for him to be a coward and not do anything. Still . . .he is still hurt. This wound would never seem to heal even as time goes by.

The prince snapped out of his train of thought when he felt someone's presence around him. " . . . ? . . . Aki...ra?" Frederick had requested that Chrom would use this preparation time to rest for a bit. Anyone with good eyesight would see how tired and ...lifeless his eyes had become. Even his usual lighthearted smile had gone. There's nothing he could do about it when there is nothing but hatred brewing in his heart. He knows this is not what his sister wished for but ... WHAT ELSE IS HE SUPPOSED TO FEEL WHEN HIS FAMILY WAS KILLED RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM? HE IS A HUMAN, TOO DAMN IT! He ... He can't be ... He can't be like her .... He's not good at controlling his emotions like her ....sobs ... damn it ... damn it!

He .. misses her.

And he is tired . . .

Usually, he would ask if something is wrong but today he has no ... well, how to say it ... he is not ... conscious of the world around him.

To be honest, Akira's hesitation somewhat irritated him. What does he want? If he has something to say just say it already! A frown knitted his eyebrows but thankfully, he managed to quel his, unreasonable, anger and wait for the other to speak up.

Damn it ...! he is getting angry for petty reasons, too? ... Perhaps he is not fit for her ideals if he can't get himself together now? How ...stupid. Stupid ... Stupid!

Pressing a hand against his face, he took a deep breath and then looked back at the young man. An eyebrow raised at what Akira had said initially, "some ...thing?" if he need something? How about someone tells him this is all but a bad dream and he will wake up soon? ....as if. He can't be cruel to the guy who came to ... cheer him up. Akira is a good guy. He knows that it's just... the timing could not be more unfavorable for him.

Calm down ... He's trying his best, too. Can't you see his willed-up eyes? Ah..right. Everyone has ...lost her, too, right? He remembers Akira mentioning that Riquet only came back because of Emmeryn so did Akira and Nero with him. They are ... mourning, too. Everyone lost Emmeryn.. not just him.

Heh... she was everyone's big sister, wasn't she? How much he hated sharing her but you can't contain a light like that to yourself, can you? She was ... she....damn it.....damn it.....

"I'll do anything. So...even though it's out of line for me to ask, please lean on me."

To these words, Chrom was stunned for a moment. His face was paralyzed with confusion and shock before he lowers it to grit his teeth in the hope he stops his quivering lips.

He's an idiot, isn't he?

Ylisse might regret having him as the next in line of succession but damn it... He will not give up! for people like Akira in his life!! How else is he supposed to repay them back for standing with him all this way?

"Aaah!!! Damn it!!!" his hands run down his face to wipe away the tears and tiredness out of his face. He took another deep breath before looking back at Akira. Hopefully, he has not scared him away with that mood swing haha ....ahem.

There is it ... the smile he missed for a while now. "Thank you ..." his voice though cracked a little bit. Oh, come on! It is not time to cry! "A-ahem, um .. Thank.. you. Thank you, Akira. I ... I don't know what I want now but ... I'll come to you if I needed it ... promise." there was a single teardrop escaping his right eye and before the dam lets loose he turns around. "I better .. check on everyone's preparations..."

"Akira... can you check on Riquet for me? I hope he's...doing well."

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oh boy, I just saw the post about dragons in FE are inherintly bad and I'm gonna weigh in about Jugdral cause that's where my braincells are.

as already pointed out, the evil dragon Loptous became a problem after Galle/Gair/whatever his localised name is went out of his way to travel to Archanea in search of power and found it in the form of a bloodpact with Loptous. Also nobody said Loptous is innocent whatsoever, so no idea where that came from?? (And yes, Loptous resided in the tome and descends into anyone with the fitting Holy Blood. Only at the end he's released after Julius is defeated.) Anyways, Galle returns, establish his funky new empire and everything starts going awry for several years. "When it came to that, the other group of dragons who were then living in secret came to discuss what they ought to do. So, in the middle of that discussion, their leader proposed tentatively trusting the humans and intervening, and they distributed their power to the soldiers who remained until the end--that's a summary of the event that we call The Miracle at Darna Fortress. [...] Afterward, humanity preserved the teachings of the gods AKA dragons, and for several decades, continued the era of peace. However…… as time passed, the teachings of the gods were slowly forgotten, and humanity became arrogant." - Kaga [Source]

And that's quite literally the theme of FE4! Humanity's hubris once someone gains an inch of power. In the span of barely 100 years the people went from waging war against Loptous to waging war against one another because everyone believes themselves to be in the right. (Importance of the word "seisen" and the implications it has in Japan) "Seeing this, the dragons from whom the Twelve Crusaders drew their power regretted aiding the humans, and agreed never to intervene in the human world again."

That is until Forseti/Lewyn, who helped out a little. He only sheltered Julia for several years, taught Arthur wind magic, helped out in Leonster, watched over Lene (if he's her father) and basically provided guidance for the new generation. So yeah, I guees he helped out "a little". He also delivered this banger of a quote: "Yeah... Consider this a lesson, Seliph. Good and evil can't be easily reduced to such simple, black-and-white ideals. If you must hate, hate the evil which lurks in us all, not the individual. Never forget this."

In short, FE4 is not a game about "dragons bad". Yes, there is a dragon, who is bad but overall the shittiness in Jugdral stems from people being greedy and arrogant. Galle also would have established his empire if the power came from a freaking salmon, it's all about power and what it does to people! And Julius in the end is just a vicitm of circumstances.

Oh damn, this is long but I couldn't just let this be, sorry for that. Also I wouldn't think too hard about Ced/Sety being named after the crusader. I think this is more of a case of Kaga not being subtle/being biased towards Lewyn x Erin, why else would she name her son after an crusader even if Lewyn isn't her husband. Of course, there can be an analysis in that direction but Kaga had his clear biases and I think this is one of them.

Nah, don't worry!

I'm not posting as much about Jugdral as I used to be, but I welcome any kind of discussion about the verse!

I don't know what was wrong with that person, but they apparently didn't want to talk, because if you rebuked them or disagreed, you were apparently a terf and whatnot, and then they brought their degree and I nope'd out of it because it just isn't worth it - like, seriously, I do not understand how you can brag about academics when we're talking about video games, but the more you know...

Imagine if everytime someone criticised Thatcher and some people would immediately jump on you affirming you said she was "stupid because she has ovaries" - no mate, I've never talked about ovaries, and quite frankly I don't really want to.

Anyways, I agree with everything you said!

Jugdral is the verse where we don't see manaketes and physical dragons ruining things - Jugdral is the verse where humans abuse power, let it come from a dragon or a jack'o'latern, to do cruel, petty or stupid things because Jugdralians are shitty people.

But for every Raydrick out there, we also have an Amalda, an Eyvel or a Siggy.

Dragons left, Forseti tries to help and guide... it doesn't always work - and the world would have been doomed if Manfroy wasn't a petty bastard - but his MO is to let humans deal with their own mess, he is just here to give directions.

IDK about Ced/Sety, but I thought it was maybe just a callback to the OG Crusader and founder of Silesse - since Erinys becomes Queen, maybe she would have found it nice for her child to be named after the previous Hero and founder of Silesse?

And this is mainly why I really do not want a remake for Jugdral to be announced, I know some people like that person did would, not misunderstand, but refuse even to listen or to consider what the game wanted to tell, if it can be used to prop, usually, Supreme Leader and her nauseabond take that people with scales are the reason why humans suffer.

There can be no discussion with someone who refuses to engage, and I've seen it in real life, it becomes quickly tiresome.

In real life, I cannot block those people but in the fandom?

I can cure my own experience, and yet, as we saw with FE16, it will spread around like an unattended chamber pot. At first I thought Serenes might be the last bastion of common sense, since people who played and talked about past games, who (used?) are open to discussion could kindly rebuke them, and if it ever escalated mods are here to remove their access to debating spaces if it becomes clear they do not want to engage in any discussion and are just here to troll...

But Serenes let Beta ruin the FE16 subforum for several months, with the famous "one day one bad take" and everyone who disagreed would either be harshly rebuked or straight out ignored, so...

So I don't know if it counts as gatekeeping, I hope not, but even being worried about the question raises an issue about the current state of the fandom, are you really gatekeeping when you just ask of someone who wants to debate/talk/engage to play the game or read the script? When you ask them to answer and reply with canon material, and not their latest recipe on how to make egg-less mayo?

#tomeofthoron #jugdral stuff #to this day I'm still baffled at how you can use Jugdral to say dragon bads when Jugdral is the land where McBeth sucks bcs he is McBeth #what even counts as gatekeeping in a fandom?#back in my days people said if you're asking of someone to play the older games you were an elitist #but how can you talk about something you never played/watched/read?#and how can you miss the 'humans suck' message from jugdral and put everything on lizards?#does it come back to the general death of the author circle - i'll use X to say whatever I want despite X's meaning and themes?#back to jugdral thoughts #I found it nice how in FE4 Erinys is Queen in her own right and not only as the wife of #maybe in the FE4 canon Kaga thought Erinys would need to name her son after the Crusader to gain some legitimacy despite his lack of HB #if his dad isn't Lewyn?#idk

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Transhumanism: Evil Force Behind the NWO

By Jonathan Brentner Published on: May 22, 2022

It really shouldn’t have surprised me, but I must confess that it did.

This happened when I read Wikipedia’s description of the New World Order (NWO), quoted below:

The New World Order (NWO) is a conspiracy theory which hypothesizes a secretly emerging totalitarian world government.

How stupid do they think we are!? The days are long past when the Luciferian globalists of our day remain quiet about their plans to bring about this evil agenda. The world governments proposed by the UN’s Agenda 2030 and the Great Reset of the World Economic Forum (WEF) are open, public declarations of their united efforts to usher in a NWO that is “totalitarian” and Marxist. In March of this year, President Biden talked about the need to commit America to the NWO. It’s not so secret!

Beyond that, these same elite no longer remain silent about their transhumanism agenda, which lies at the heart of their plans to bring in this NWO. The word “evil” fails to describe the depth of wickedness behind their plans to combine humans with machines and thereby enslave all of humanity.

One might ask, “What does transhumanism have to do with the not so secretive plans for a Communistic world government?” “Everything” is the correct answer. You cannot have the Great Reset without transhumanism; it’s how they plan to achieve worldwide acceptance of the Great Reset.

Klaus Schwab and the Great Reset

Transhumanism, along with the push for world governance, finds its most fervent support with Klaus Schwab, the founder and head of the WEF. His position of influence over the governments of the world is immense. Since 1992, he has run a school to indoctrinate future global leaders, and the majority of all the presidents and leaders of nations today have gone through his training.

Here is a quote from a blog post written by Leo Hohmann, investigative reporter and blogger, regarding this elite training given to up-and-coming leaders of the world:

“In 1992, Klaus Schwab and World Economic Forum launched a program initially called Global Leaders of Tomorrow. In 2004, this program was turned into the Forum for Young Global Leaders … – a 5-year program of indoctrination into WEFs principles and goals. The aim was – and is – to find suitable future leaders for the emerging global society. The program, since its inception, has included politicians, business leaders, royalty, journalists, performers and other cultural influencers who have excelled in their fields but have not yet turned 40 years of age (originally 43 in order to include Angela Merkel). It has since grown into an extensive global network of dedicated leaders with enormous resources and influence, all working to implement the technocratic plans of the World Economic Forum in their respective nations and fields.

“The network creates a force for worldwide influence through the combination of the individual skills and resources of its members.” [i]

The school enables Schwab to thoroughly instill in these leaders his vision for a one-world government, the Great Reset, along with his plans for the “Fourth Industrial Revolution.” Once thoroughly brainwashed in the agenda of the WEF and devoted to its ideals, they go out into the world as leaders of both governments and commerce.

Klaus Schwab is also a key motivating force behind the push for transhumanism, which he calls the “Fourth Industrial Revolution,” his term for transhumanism. Schwab talks often about the merging “the physical, digital and biological worlds.”

This is not surprising as the most influential and cherished advisor to Klaus Schwab and is also the chief proponent of transhumanism in the world, Yuval Noah Harari.

The Face of Evil Behind the Great Reset

Harari is an Israeli public intellectual, historian, and a professor in the Department of History at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem. His main claim to fame is that he’s the key advisor to Klaus Schwab of the WEF. As his righthand man, Harari’s input to the ideals held by government and business leaders around the world is profound.

When one goes to Harari’s official website (https://www.ynharari.com), one immediately sees this quote on the home page, “History began when humans invented gods, and will end when humans become gods.”

Leo Hohmann also wrote the following quote concerning Harari from his interview with Patrick Wood, editor in chief at Technocracy News and Trends. Not only is Harari the key advisor to the head of the WEF, “he has millions of devoted followers.”

“He is your model transhumanist who thinks he can become god,” Wood told me. “He is the chief philosophical adviser to the World Economic Forum and one of the premiere authorities in WEF circles. They just hang on his every word.” (quote from Patrick Wood)

The level of evil we are dealing with here is so intense that most Christians and conservatives have no idea how deep it goes and will frankly have trouble believing it. No politician is going to be able to save us from this evil, only Jesus Christ.

Another thing worth noting is that Harari is not only tied in with Schwab. He has a large following among Western elites. One of Harari’s admirers is Barack Obama, the man who has the ear of Joe Biden. In fact, Obama has called Harari his favorite author. [ii]

Yuval Noah Harari is the face of evil behind the push for the NWO. He is Satanic to the core.

Transhumanism Rests on Atheistic Evolution

The elite regard transhumanism as the next step in the human evolutionary process. While all the other development advancements happened to us, they say, now we get to have a say in the future enhancements of our race. The combining of humans with machines is but another step in the continuing evolutionary progression of mankind.

Transhumanists are avid atheists who see themselves as aiding the evolution of humanity.

Do not let the proponents of the NWO or the Great Reset deceive you; they all accept transhumanism as an essential step to convince people of the need for such governance. Some of these globalists profess a belief in God or allegiance to a church, but they are lying. They are all staunch atheists who reject all that Scripture says about creation, especially Genesis 1:27 that says, “God created man in his own image.”

Transhumanism Devalues Human Live

If there is one verse to keep in mind when thinking about the transhumanists, it’s John 8:44. In this verse, Jesus is confronting the Jews who opposed Him:

“You are of your father the devil, and your will is to do your father’s desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, and does not stand in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks out of his own character, for he is a liar and the father of lies.”

The proponents of the NWO are all Luciferian transhumanists that lack all respect for human life. They have already deceived a great many people with their lies, of which the quote from Wikipedia is a prime example.

Here are some quotes from Yuval Noah Harari that I took from interview clips Jan Markell’s bi-monthly Understanding the Times conference in Minneapolis on April 21, 2022. This event also featured Pastor Brandon Holthaus and Pastor Mark Henry. In these videos, we watched Harari say the following:

Humans are now hackable animals that will be re-engineered.

Previously, government surveillance was above the skin; now it’s going under the skin.

The free will to choose who we vote for or what we buy in the supermarket, human free will, That’s over! (my emphasis)

Can you see the devaluation of human life in these quotes? Previously, I have written at length about how we see this in abortion, infanticide, and the war in Ukraine. Now with Harari, we see the same murderous agenda that Jesus talked about in John 8:44.

The transhumanists see us as “hackable animals” that they hope to enslave and totally control.

Harari also said this, which at first seems contradictory to his other declarations:

Humans are acquiring divine powers… and the power to re-engineer life.

So yes, he says that “humans are acquiring divine powers,” however, it’s only for those in power rather than the masses they hope to control. Transhumanism is about the masses worshipping the elite as gods that will, in the future, dictate all of their behavior. Is this not preparing the world for the coming “man of lawlessness” that Paul wrote about in 2 Thessalonians 2:3-4?

“Let no one deceive you in any way. For that day will not come, unless the rebellion comes first, and the man of lawlessness is revealed, the son of destruction, who opposes and exalts himself against every so-called god or object of worship, so that he takes his seat in the temple of God, proclaiming himself to be God.”

Yuval Noah Harari Blasphemes God

True to the nature of the coming antichrist, Harari openly blasphemes our Lord. In one of the interviews that I referenced earlier, he referred to Jesus’ resurrection from the dead and His claim to be the Son of God as “fake news.”

The spirit of the antichrist is alive and well in this guy, as well as all of those who promote transhumanism as the path to global dominance by the elite.

Jesus Is Our Only Hope

Leo Hohmann is correct, we are dealing with a force that’s far more wicked, and I might add, deadlier than anything we can imagine. Jesus is our only hope for the time in which we live.

These Luciferian globalists are far along in their plans to bring in their NWO. It does not matter what the majority of people want; in many places, they have the power necessary to assert their control over our will. This happened with the 2020 Presidential Election in America. It happened in 2021 with vaccine mandates that resulted in the deaths of a great many people.

Once the elite put digital currencies in place across the world, it will be game over. They will have the control they need to begin tightening their stranglehold on humanity, which will lead to the beast government of the Tribulation period.

On the bright side, Scripture assures us that Jesus is coming to take us home to heaven before God’s wrath falls on this evil Christ-rejecting world (2 Thessalonians 5:1-11).

In contrast to what the world tells us is” fake news,” we indeed serve a risen Savior whose words are true and certain. He is the true Son of God, and He’s coming very soon to take us to the place He’s preparing for us (John 14:2-3). We can be absolutely certain of this.

If you desire greater confidence regarding the pretribulation Rapture, please consider purchasing my book, The Triumph of the Redeemed-An eternal Perspective that Calms Our Fears in Perilous Times. I spent hundreds of hours studying the basis for this so I could present a solid, biblical case for it. You can find my book on Amazon. Thanks!!

Jesus’ imminent appearing to take us home is the foundation of our hope.

Jonathan C. Brentner

Website: Our Journey Home

[i] Leo Hohmann, Klaus Schwab’s puppet ‘Young Global Leaders’ revealed — Trudeau in Canada, Buttigieg in U.S., Macron in France, and many more, on his blog @ https://leohohmann.com/2022/02/10/klaus-schwabs-puppet-young-global-leaders-revealed-trudeau-in-canada-buttigieg-in-u-s-macron-in-france-and-many-more/#more-8956

[ii] Leo Hohmann, Who influences the influencers? Meet Klaus Schwab’s chief adviser, March 15, 2022, on His blog.

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RULE 3: MAKE FRIENDS WITH PEOPLE WHO WANT THE BEST FOR YOU.

People chose friends who aren't good for them for other reasons, too. Sometimes it's because they want to rescue someone. This is more typical of young people, although the impetus still exists among older folks who are too agreeable or have remained naive or who are willfully blind. Someone might object, "it is only right to see the best in people. The highest virtue is the desire to help." But not everyone who is failing is a victim, and not everyone at the bottom wishes to rise, although many do, and many manage it. Nonetheless, people will often accept or even amplify their own suffering, as well as that of others, if they can brandish it as evidence of the world's injustice. There is no shortage of oppressors among the downtrodden, even if, given their lowly positions, many of them are only tyrannical wannabes. It's the easiest path to choose, moment to moment, although it's nothing but he'll in the long run. Imagine someone not doing well. He needs help. He might even want it. But it is not easy to distinguish between someone truly wanting and needing help and someone who is merely exploiting a willing helper. The distinction is difficult even for the person who is wanting and needing and possibly exploiting. The person who tries and fails, and is forgiven, and then tries again and fails, and is forgiven, is also too often the person who wants everyone to believe in the authenticity of all that trying. Here's something to consider: if you have a friend whose friendship you wouldn't recommend to your sister, or your father, or your son, why would you have a such a friend for yourself? You might say: out of loyalty. Well, loyalty is not identical to stupidity. Loyalty must be negotiated, fairly and honestly. Friendship is a reciprocal arrangement. You are not morally obliged to support someone who is making the world a worse place. Quite the opposite. You should choose people who want things to be better, not worse. It's a good thing, not a selfish thing, to choose people who are good for you. It's appropriate and praiseworthy to associate with people whose lives would be improved if they saw your life improve. If you surround yourself with people who support your upward aim, they will not tolerate your cynicism and destructiveness. They will instead encourage you when you do good for yourself and others and punish you carefully when you do not. This will help bolster your resolve to do what you should do, in the most appropriate and careful manner. People who are not aiming up will do the opposite. They will offer a former smoker a cigarette and a former alcoholic a beer. They will become jealous when you succeed, or do something pristine. They will withdraw their presence or support, or actively punish you for it. They will over-ride your accomplishment with a past action, real or imaginary, or their own. Maybe they are trying to test you, to see if you resolve is real, to see if you are genuine. But mostly they dragging you down because your new improvements cast their faults in an even dimmer light. Before you help someone, you should find out why that person is in trouble. You shouldn't merely assume that he or she is a noble victim of unjust circumstances and exploitation. It's the most unlikely explanation, not the most probable. In my experience clinical and otherwise it's just never been simple. Besides, if you buy the story that everything terrible just happend on it own, with no personal responsibility on the part of the victim, you deny that person all agency in the past (and, by implication, in the the present and future, as well). In this manner. You strip him or her of all power. Don't think that it is easier to surround yourself with good healthy people than with bad unhealthy people. It's not. A good, healthy person is an ideal. It requires strength and daring to stand up near such a person. Have some humility. Have some courage. Use your judgement, and protect yourself from too uncritical compassion and pity. Make friends with people who want the best for you..

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Mormon, Chapter 6, Part 4. "The Jessup Mosaic: The Temporal Plates Defined."

Temporal matters are those concerned with secular or worldly matters rather than those of faith. There are 12 Temporal Plates named by the Book of Mormon and 12 Spiritual Plates, together they are all are called the Jaredite Plates "Spoken of by One's Descendants".

The rubric to the Book of Mormon warns they were hidden within the Book and at last we have found them.

The following section in Mormon 6 names the principals found in the remaining 12 Temporal Plates in the following context. Mormon even says he hid them but they are found during a fight between two armies of Nephites (psychologies) numbering ten thousand each and the Lamanites (ignorances) on the top of the hill called Cumhora "the wake up call."

Ten thousand men refers to a millenium that adheres to the Ten Commandments. Obviously that has never happened. Mormon "the balm of the oppressed" passed on such millenium without one survivor, and his son Moroni "the blood of the grape" also failed to institute an era of lawful goodness. We've spent 2,000 years of we have spent apparently following Moses and Christ and have nothing to show for it.

Whack jobs and psychopaths are running the planet and not one good man stands between all of it and the innocent. No one even tried. No one bothered. We worried about abortions, gay marriage, and transgender bathrooms instead and now the planet is experiencing deep distress.

But once upon a time...a man, a prophet and a president, Abraham Lincoln was able to get ordinary persons to follow Moses and Christ and raise up a government and then an army that was willing the break the will of evil in America and they won. And they used this Book of Mormon as their playbook. It is quite simply the most spectacular statement of faith in human history, this wholly American sacred artifact we are studying now.

How far our rotten apples have fallen from our old dead tired diseased American tree. Am I right? I am right. Mike Johsnon and his Republican Party are foul things. They do not "balm the oppressed" nor shed the blood of the grape in order to help those in need, they never have. They are leading this planet into hell. They do not belong in this country or on this world, they are blasphemy, evil in the Eyes of the Lord.

Someone needs to stand up to them and do something and they need to do it today. The righteous are being hewn down, signs a Third Millennium called Gidgiddonah "The Final Word" is stillborn instead of born in glory. So get your shit together. You do not let Russians, Mormons, Republicans, or Iranians and their friends bully people. You are stupid for allowing this. They are all filth. Now stand up like a man, go and kill your enemies, and do what is right.

Now let us see what the Prophet says about this. There are twenty four surviving men from the first two millennia, twelve each associated with Mormon and Moroni.

The Torah dimensionalizes its own contents. There are ways each ideal named by the 12 Tribes of Israel abide by the Ten Commandments and or violate them and cause Ten Plagues.

In this manner each of the 12 Temporal Entities are the harbingers of a Third Age; each has an army of ten thousand each. The Prophet called Mormon says he was wounded.

There are 365 prohibitions against wounding named in the Torah, the meaning of this is obvious. Men must not wound each other, not by using speech, not physically, not secretively, not through the government nor through industry.

Mormon says the wounds were not serious enough to put an end to his life but they did put an end to any hint that his country valued the Ten Decrees or the Torah.

The same thing happened to Moroni the Christ. We know Jesus is Moroni as He says in the end of the Book of Mormon He is leaving to prepare Many Rooms in the Abode of the Lord. To this day we do not act like we give a shit about anything Jesus said.

The Values in Gematria and the 12 Temporal Plates follow:

10 And it came to pass that my men were hewn down, yea, even my ten thousand who were with me, and I fell wounded in the midst; and they passed by me that they did not put an end to my life.

11 And when they had gone through and hewn down all my people save it were twenty and four of us, (among whom was my son Moroni) and we having survived the dead of our people, did behold on the morrow, when the Lamanites had returned unto their camps, from the top of the hill Cumorah, the ten thousand of my people who were hewn down, being led in the front by me.

12 And we also beheld the ten thousand of my people who were led by my son Moroni.

13 And behold, the ten thousand of Gidgiddonah had fallen, and he also in the midst.

14 And Lamah had fallen with his ten thousand; and Gilgal had fallen with his ten thousand; and Limhah had fallen with his ten thousand; and Jeneum had fallen with his ten thousand; and Cumenihah, and Moronihah, and Antionum, and Shiblom, and Shem, and Josh, had fallen with their ten thousand each.

v. 10: I fell wounded in the midst. The Value in Gematria is 14406, ידדאֶפֶסו‎‎ ‎yaddafesu, "I will print, I will publish the peace."

v. 11a: And when they had gone through and hewn down all my people save it were twenty and four of us, (among whom was my son Moroni) and we having survived the dead of our people, did behold on the morrow...The Value in Gematria is 17600, יזואֶפֶסאֶפֶס‎ ‎, Jesupepseps, "the Jessup Mosaic." This means "It all comes together with Jesus."

This is another hint we are probably sitting on top of the Temporal Plates, the missing piece of the puzzle in the Book of Mormon.

v. 11b: When the Lamanites had returned unto their camps, from the top of the hill Cumorah, the ten thousand of my people who were hewn down, being led in the front by me. The Value in Gematria is 10051, יאֶפֶסה‎‎אֶפֶס, "yes zero."

When "the demerits" are permitted to run free, what do you think is going to happen? Can you believe we are still arguing about the G word? Can you believe Joe Biden broke international statutes and allowed the fuckups to pass laws banning abortions in certain states and a young women is now dead because of it?

You cannot force a woman or a girl to carry an unwanted pregnancy this is a violation of Federal and International Law. All SCOTUS personnel, state, local and federal officials who are involved in banning abortions or Pro-Life organizations must be arrested and tried for Crimes Against Humanity. This was a no-brainer.

And now those schnausers that sit on the Supreme Court have allowed Donald Trump, a pedophile, drug king pin, and bonafide traitor to run for office again? What good are they going to do next? None, zero. They need to go to prison for their role in the death of the young woman above.

v. 12: And we also beheld the ten thousand of my people who were led by my son Moroni. The Value in Gematria is 5840, ה‎חדאֶפֶס‎ ‎, the hadapes, "the reprint."

OBVIOUSLY all discussions about the Torah and the Gospels in recent times have fallen on the ears of persons would prefer to discuss that time they secretly snuck in a huge slice of ham the size of a dinner plate next to their eggs at the restaurant and all their fellow Jews watched in utter complete shock.

Or maybe you went to a Christian Church and all they wanted to talk about was who was genuflecting or not. Or maybe it was a Ukrainian Catholic Church and the Rector was chanting in full regalia in front of the altar, "do not let Putin annihilate us."

v. 13: And behold, the ten thousand of Gidgiddonah had fallen, and he also in the midst. Gidgiddonah means "I will say what I have said and pass sentence." The word also means "The brotherhood of the tickler" meaning if and when we pass sentence on the vile savage creatures who are bullying the rest of us and kill them all, we should have a really good laugh at their expense.

The Value in Gematria is 1803, יח‎אֶפֶסג "we will meet at the Summit."

v. 14a: And Lamah had fallen with his ten thousand; and Gilgal had fallen with his ten thousand; and Limhah had fallen with his ten thousand; and Jeneum had fallen with his ten thousand; and Cumenihah...The Value in Gematria is 9202, טבאֶפֶסב‎‎, tabafesb, "be golden..."

v. 14b: And Moronihah, and Antionum, and Shiblom, and Shem, and Josh, had fallen with their ten thousand each... .The Value in Gematria is 4040, דאֶפֶסד‎אֶפֶס, dapesdapes, "print, print."

"Know and teach these things to your children."

The Twelve Temporal Plates Are:

Moroni: "The blood of the berry"; dim, but can be enlightened. Adam was dim but lo and behold, here we are civilization. Things are not optimistic, but there is hope.

Gidgiddonah: Pass sentence on the wicked and laugh.

Lamah: Wherefore, what is hidden within the people....

Gilgal: the Pulley, the cycle

Limhah: To check

Jeneum: Hell, the inferno.

Cumenihah: As a moderator...

Moronihah: The Morone Fragrance, AKA Myrrh, the Balsam of God, AKA Freedom.

Antionum: Will be given out of them,

Shiblom: will hold back,

Shem: Thither is the Name..

Josh: The Block, the Rock, the Foundation the one who heeds the cry for salvation.

Convinced I am we have found the 12 Temporal Jaredite Plates. Together they encourage us=

"We are lost but not without hope. Pass sentence on the wicked and what is hidden within the people, the Blood of the Christ and the Incense of Freedom will interrupt the cycle, it will end the cycle, turn the wheel and check the power of the Inferno. Heed the cries of the suffering, for thither is the foundation of salvation."

We need to obey our consciences and also the laws that protect them. The Republicans have to be put to death for what they have done. They, alongside their Evangelical and Mormons freaky friends cheated Donald Trump into the White House in 2016 and many people are now dead, have experienced loss of quality of life or loss of property or both.

Civil rights violations are far too numerous in this country, are responses to international crises are weak, our politics lack the positive propaganda and promises of a leadership that is convicted the lives of the poor, suffering, vulnerable, and fearful are worth reassuring and rescuing.

We have everything we need to do the work named in the Temporal Plates. We only lack the spirit. That...we can fix.

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❛ you’re more than just a friend to me. you’re family. ❜ ((Hope you don't mind. <3))

& RE : prompt closed / @hotgotravels.

WELL , THEN ... THAT’S EMBARRASSING. Not in a way that Alisaie particularly minds, but it does make her scrunch her nose and drop her attention down to her lap, both actions far too meek for a girl like her. She digs her shoe into the ground, wishing greatly they were not sitting in the open public of a Sharlayan café. A terrible one, at that. If she was going to be subject to heartfelt confessions, she’d rather have not gagged on plain bread only a moment before.

“Do you recall my father’s gracious display in Gridania before we came here?” Likely not the response she’d been expecting, but eventually the girl raises her head to look at the Warrior of Light, so grand and beloved, who seems so terribly ordinary sitting across from her here. “I couldn’t believe it, in the moment, that he would go so far just to make such an infuriating point. I suppose it’s true I was never as close with our parents as Alphinaud - I’d always gravitated to my grandfather as a child - but I had never thought poorly of them. Well, my father, that is. I’d always assumed as much was mutual. That no matter how grandly our ideals clashed with one-another, because we were family, he would at least try to see our point of view. That maybe he would even listen to us, have regard for our opinions. Silly me.”

She reminisces, of course, about their recent disownment. Despite the dismal topic, her expression remains calm, her arms moving to cross over the table. She’d long pushed aside her plate and cup, picky eater that she was.

“It hurt. I can’t pretend that it didn’t. But it would have hurt more, had I been alone, with nowhere to go. Alphinaud took it harder, but I know he’ll be alright, too. If he thinks we can stand up to our father, then surely we must be able to. You being here helps, though.” She moves her hand to gesture lamely, tearing her gaze away to look off to the side. She’s likely shy, though she’d never admit it outright. “I — we,” it’s easier this way, to speak of both her and her brother in tandem, though it’s not subtle at all what she’s trying to do, “—care for you, greatly. We still love our parents, fool that father may be at times, but there is no denying you have been present for far more than they have. Through grandfather’s final rest to our grand adventures, were it not for you, I don’t believe it would have been possible to withstand it. When it was just you and I left back then ... when ‘Raha summoned us all into the First, I wasn’t sure what I’d do if you’d left me. I was beside myself. All the good it did me. I ended up breaking my promise.”

Ah, she’s going on a bit of a tangent, isn’t she? She’s not even sure if she was trying to make a point anymore, to be honest. She tended to do that, though. It wasn’t new.

“That’s to say, don’t you dare do anything stupid moving forward. The Final Days be damned, we’ve been through too much for you to get careless now and I know you. Grandfather sacrificed himself to save this world and I believe I understand why, now. But I’ll not suffer the same fate twice. Do you understand? Family doesn’t fight alone.”

#alisaie popped off hi KJNHMKJHNM #hotgotravels #◦ 「 ☆ 」 —— endwalker .#◦ 「 ☆ 」 —— ic › you and i will stand and fight‚ our hearts ignite to the call. .

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Book Excerpt: QUANTUM CANNIBALS by Nathan Elberg

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In the Stone Age Arctic, Osnat, a brilliant, pregnant, quantum scientist knows where she is but she doesn’t know when. A mysterious technology has exiled her and her people across time to a frigid wasteland above the northern radiation belts. She and her husband Simon search for food, warmth, for any kind of help. They find instead a band of indigenous Tunniq who attack, rather than assist. Though she craves vengeance, Osnat realizes that the murderous savages are the help her people need to survive. The conflict between need and ideals tears at her as she learns their ways. Must Osnat become a brutal savage in order to save her people?

Quantum Cannibals weaves a series of intersecting stories that span time, from Bronze Age Mesopotamia to a Post-Modern city-state. It’s the epic story of three incarnations of two people: alternately son and mother, husband and wife, father and daughter, savage and scholar, who simply want to return to the home they were brutally evicted from. Quantum Cannibals brings together authentic cultures and history from the far reaches of the world, from the far reaches of time.

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Excerpt There was no way to appease the Bear. All it was interested in was her life. She crouched down, prepared to spring to battle. And she prayed that she be spared. In the merit of any good that she’d ever done in her life, in the merit of her ancestors, please send salvation. The animal’s growls were now a low rumble. She could sense it circling her little shelter, sniffing at its prey. She turned to follow, backing off the little she could from wherever it was, her small, fractured spear clutched in her mitts. Half the shelter collapsed under massive white and red forelegs that smashed through the top, a roar of rage coming from the animal’s throat. Bright, fresh blood soaked the snow as Osnat’s broken harpoon headed towards the beast’s right eye. It barely acknowledged the attack. It didn’t make sense. There were copious amounts of blood all over the bear before her spear even touched it. It must be hers, but then she should be in pain, she should feel weak. Aarluk scowled at Osnat through the smashed remains of her snow hut. “I’m glad to see you were ready to protect my fish. I wouldn’t want some stupid bear to steal them, after all the effort I put into catching them. Come on, let’s go.” Osnat stared at the huge rent in the bear’s throat, and then threw her arms around Aarluk. All the terror, all the anger poured out of her heart, poured in liquid form from her eyes. After a few minutes she was finally able to speak. “Thank you for coming back for me.” Aarluk gently disengaged her arms. “Never mind that; I didn’t leave. I just stayed back so you could learn to find your way. We’ll cut up the bear, and then go. I’ll follow you, so I can keep an eye on what’s left of my fish in your back-pack.” Osnat blanched. Not again. “I don’t know where to go; I can’t find the way under normal conditions. I certainly can’t find it in a storm like this.” “Bah! Without ever having been taught, you built yourself a snow hut. You lit a lamp without having a flame. You were facing certain death from the bear, yet you prepared to fight. You knew how to move back, so that when it came through the walls it wouldn’t strike you. You’re one of us now, maybe stronger. You’re Tunniq. Stop whining; stop thinking. Shut your eyes if it helps. Let’s go.” Osnat looked at the person who had raped her when they first met. Now the overwhelming feeling she had for Aarluk was – well, she didn’t know what it was. There was no word, no concept that encompassed gratitude, deep affection, revulsion and terror. It wasn’t love, it wasn’t hatred, nor was it somewhere between those feelings. But it was absolutely what she felt. “Yes, mother.”

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Nathan has studied folklore, warfare, Kabbalah, primitive art and communications among other things. His essays and stories have been published in a variety of venues. Elberg studied with the late Dr. Michael Harner, a practicing shaman and recognized expert on cannibalism. Nathan’s father Yehuda Elberg was a world-renowned Yiddish author and lecturer. His mother was a poet and translator.

A descendent of the biblical King David, Nathan recently put aside his plan to rule the galaxy so he could devote more time to writing. He’s a member of the Canadian Fantasy and Science Fiction Association and is active with the Canadian Institute for Jewish Research, a think tank.

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Speak now, or forever hold your peace. (II)

Summary: You crash the wedding with Grim and Ortho. Unlike the others, proposing isn’t on your mind. You come with a very different approach.

An angstier take on Ghost Marriage. Idia x GN!reader. Reader is MC, or takes the role of MC in this story. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Warnings: none

If the students of NRC thought they’ve seen Eliza at her angriest, they were wrong. The fury she displayed now was incomparable. While Idia fawned over your dramatic anime-worthy entrance, the new interruption was getting on her last ghostly nerve.

“Guards! Seize them!” she roared. Immediately, the ghosts went into action. Idia held his breath as he watched the obedient ghosts charge at you, Grim, and Ortho. He hoped you didn’t barge in with no plan. If you didn’t come equipped with useful items, you would end up like everyone else.

Chubby, determined to get rid of the intruders that caused distress to his beloved princess, was eager to get rid of you. (”Simp”, Idia muttered) However, eagerness wasn’t enough against an opponent equally as determined. As soon as he got too close, an unknown force threw him backwards to where Eliza floated, shocking the princess.

“Chubby! Are you alright?”

Idia, on the other hand, was elated.

“Th-that’s so OP!” he exclaimed. He knew you heard him, because your gaze flicked to him for a split second before looking away. Embarrassed, Idia shut his mouth. He’d expected at least a smile.

After Chubby’s failed attack, other ghosts attempted to face your group. They only met the same fate. Confused, they could only pay their apologies to the princess and watch on in helplessness. Just what did you have up your sleeve? Who did you get such an SS-tier item from?

“Princess, it’s impossible to stop them!” the last of Eliza’s guards told her. For the first time that night, she looked afraid.

Grim guffawed, while you smirked. A familiar look. It was always there before you jumpscared an enemy, or before you checkmated a poor opponent. Idia might have thought it was kinda hot. At the moment, he was oblivious to his gaping mouth, and how wildly his hair blazed. What were once lightly blushing tips were now an alarming red—a level of ferocity never seen from him before.

“You can’t touch or hurt us!” boasted Grim, a devious smirk on his face. “We had some he—mprfgh!” He was abruptly cut off by Ortho’s robotic arm covering his mouth. Idia’s brother shook his head at your noisy dorm mate.

“Release my big brother now!” he demanded. Idia grimaced, but didn’t feel too worried. As long as Ortho was with you and your anti-ghost protective shield, he would be safe.

As expected, the ghosts were affronted.

“How dare he order the princess like that?”

“You ought to be punished for your insolence!”

“To intrude on a royal wedding and speak disrespectfully!

“Send them to the gallows!”

One talked, and one talked over the other. Soon, all that could be heard was an unintelligible susurrus of disembodied voices. One ghost had enough of it, and shouted to Eliza: “Princess, the kiss! Do what must be done!”

“NO!” You and Ortho yelled at the same time. You continued to walk towards the makeshift altar as your two companions followed close behind. Ghosts rushed to block your path, but you pressed on as your invisible shield threw them back. It looked absolutely badass. Well, anything you did was cool to Idia, anyway.

“Out of my way!” You commanded, strong and unwavering. He’d seen you annoyed and angry before, but never up to this point. It basically radiated off of you that a danger warning could be floating above your head.

“S-so intimidating... “

“So scary!”

Sure, this wedding crasher looked like you, but something was different. An unexplainable sinister aura wreathed you tonight. Was it your glare, or was it that regal suit you wore? Idia must have been too distracted by you, that he only noticed now how your cape seemed to drag shadows with it. You were a villain... much like one of the villains from his video games! And something else that was familiar.

Whatever it was and wherever it came from, there was a menacing presence in the hall tonight.

All were silent, except for the wind whistling through the hall. If one listened more carefully, they would hear drowned-out cackles. But it is just the wind, right?

“Wh-who are you?” Eliza finally asked. The ghosts who were ashamed at being unable to seize you began to form a protective ring around their princess. Eliza herself, Idia noticed, was starting to curl in on herself—her presence shrinking the closer you approached. “What do you want?”

“The groom,” was all you said, staring her down as if eyes alone could exterminate the ghost in front of you.

“Idia?” she asks weakly, glancing at her tied-up groom. Idia said nothing and did nothing but look at you, attempting to telepathically communicate his panic. You barely even looked at him.

“He’s mine.”

Hold up—?

More gasps and chatter. They sounded less like whispers and more like the buzzing insects he heard whenever he snuck out at midnight. The world spun. Idia stared at you open-mouthed.

If he were asked to describe his state of mind at this moment, it would be similar to a loading screen. Suddenly, everything you did together played back in a 1.75x supercut sequence.

Mine.

“Wh-what?” Eliza sputtered. “What do you mean?”

You answered her, voice losing the steadiness it possessed just moments ago. “You have the man I love.”

Wha…

KDJAFCKSAJHDKACBSXCJSIEUDS?

Idia.exe has crashed. Reboot?

The audience’s reactions were varied. Some students on the floor were amused by the spectacle and could have used some popcorn (and a comfortable position) during these times. Some were horrified and disappointed by the idea of the prefect being in love with Idia Shroud the shut-in. Some were much too confused to feel anything.

“Pardon…? What did I just hear?” Azul asked the floor.

“Puppy love,” Lilia wept, sniffling very loudly. “You know, this reminds me of when I was young...”

“Whaddaya mean when you were young?!” Floyd snapped. His irritability had spiked up even more when you arrived. His position prevented him from witnessing the events. Everyone on the floor could feel his bad mood rolling off of him in waves.

“Hey! Watch your tone when speaking to Lilia!” scolded Sebek.

“... Are they acting?” Leona mumbled.

“Oh, this better be an act.” said Vil. “... though it does not seem to be.” The last part of his observation remained unheard by anyone else, except for Rook.

“I believe we are witnessing a genuine love confession,” added the Chasseur d’Amour himself, voice soft as he sighed dreamily. “Engrave this moment into your memories, everyone! We are fortunate to witness it…”

But no one shared his enthusiasm about the situation. The others expressed their displeasure by groaning and complaining. “... well, even in this state we are in?” he added as a follow-up.

Reboot.

You once fell asleep on Idia’s shoulder after finishing a movie. It was something you both only watched to make fun of, but you were apparently too tired to give your top-tier jokes and meme references. The contact sent his heart into overdrive as he froze, begging for option boxes to appear and help him. The flames of his hair blazed so brightly that it woke you back up. It was embarrassing, and sometimes he would remember it late at night and cringe.

It was happening again, but worse. Any moment now, he was sure that he alone could burn down the cafeteria, if not the whole school. This was stupid. Why did he get that worked up over an obvious act? A mere ploy to get the ghosts to release him?

Reality catches up and deals him triple attack damage. Crowley probably put you up to this. You were probably annoyed that you were forced to do this, weren’t you? That’s why you couldn’t even look at him. It had to be the cruelest joke that fate ever threw his way.

“I can’t say I don’t understand you, Princess,” you tell Eliza, forcing a smile. “Idia is perfect, is he not?” He felt your eyes on him. This time, it was he who couldn’t quite meet your gaze. Looking down at the floor was all he could do; it couldn’t judge his blushing face. Only when the warmth in his cheeks faded did he feel it safe to look back up again.

“You see him, don’t you, Princess?” Your voice began to falter, losing the confidence and authority in it that scared the ghosts. “He’s so much more than what everyone else thinks! We agree on that, don’t we?”

Eliza’s face softened, nodding. “Yes. I’ve seen how these people insult him!” she tells you, gesturing to the ‘failed princes’ on the floor.

“But we’re still different,” you stepped closer, but still far enough so that your invisible anti-ghost forcefield wouldn’t activate. “You don’t want to marry Idia, you want to marry your fairytale prince.”

Eliza appeared to be genuinely confused. She looked around at her companions, before turning back to you. “What do you mean?”

“You’re in love with your ideals, not the person himself,” you explain. “You only chose him for his appearance. Am I right? His personality, likes and dislikes, and possible flaws don’t matter to you.”

Eliza seemed deep in thought. While she was silent, you release a bitter laugh and threw your hands up. “I mean, do you even know what his favorite candy is?”

Pomegranate drops. You asked to have some, but he refused to give you any. He wouldn’t tell you why, but he let you assume it was his favorite and didn’t want to share because of that.

That wasn’t it, though. Maybe he’d tell you once you were both out of here.

“You’ve never stayed up until 4am just to join him on a raid!” You waved your hands wildly, lost in your rant. Whether Eliza understood you or not, you seemed to have stopped giving a damn.

“Weak!” he teased, noticing your drooping eyelids and reduced concentration. Deep down, he felt bad for keeping you up late. “Look, it’s fine if you need to rest.”

“Nah, let’s finish this. What are you going to do without me?” you replied, smirking.

“You don’t even have 4-hour conversations with him on Magicord VC like I do!”

It lasted up until 3am. You two were laughing at memes. He could hear a groggy Grim complain in the background about the noise.

“Alright. Here’s a question, princess. How much would you risk for the man beside you right now? Bet that’s where we’re different...”

Eliza’s gaze darted back and forth between you and Idia. Even the other ghosts were silent, waiting for your next words.

“... because if you ask me, I would risk everything! That’s why I’m here wearing this stupid suit!”

It’s not real. It’s not real. The emotion behind every word was a punch to the gut. If you kept this up, he might need a healer soon. Ever since he realized he was falling, he tried to quell the sparks of hope you ignited whenever you did something nice for him. All that hard work was gone. Each word you uttered was gasoline.

“To think that if I arrived minutes later… th-that I would never see him again!” A sob escapes your throat, your intimidating persona crumbling.

No, don’t do that. Idia wanted to reassure you that he was still there and he was okay, but he couldn’t. It’s part of an act. It’s part of an act.

“So please… just let him go.” The front you wore has completely dissolved. There you were, reduced to a sobbing mess in front of a ghost princess and the students of NRC.

You weren’t the only one. All traces of anger or fear have vanished from Eliza’s face. Instead, she put her hands over her mouth. The princess had been moved to tears. Finally, she turns to Idia. “Idia, they seem to l-love you very much… ”

“That’s right.” You wiped your tear-streaked face and pointed an accusing finger at the ghosts. “And all of you! Are you going to enable her forever? Encourage her shallow ideas of what love should be?”

They all looked down, unable to meet your eyes.

“You have no right to just snatch him up and claim him as yours,” you told Eliza with an unfaltering resolve, despite your tear-covered face and your crumbled front of strength. “Did you never think… that there could have been someone waiting for him to return?”

“I-I never meant to!” Eliza cried. “I was so blinded by my own happiness. I never thought… never even considered…”

“Princess, it’s alright. We all make mistakes.” Chubby told her, trying to be reassuring.

“Tell me, intruder. How else am I going to find my prince?” she asked you with no trace of hostility. You stopped for a while, staring at her.

You must not have expected the question. Idia saw you look at him—it was the longest time you’d looked at him all evening. Clearing your throat, you began to explain. You fumbled a bit, scratching the back of your neck and tugging at the hem of your coat as you explained what a perfect partner should be.

As you spoke, Idia was enthralled by your voice and most of all, the knowledge you possessed about love and romance. He hadn’t seen this side of you before. How did he ever think that a hundred dating sims could make him a romance expert?

“Is that so?” she sighs, bowing her head. “I understand now. I’m so sorry… for causing you so much grief.”

She turns to her companions, giving them a sad smile. “There’s only one thing to do. Everyone, we must stop this wedding.”

Idia wanted to fall to the floor in relief. At least a few exhausted sighs and weak cheers could be heard from the wedding “attendees”. You fell to your knees, exaggerating your gratitude.

“Thank you, princess!”

“But Princess… what about your happily ever after?” Chubby interjected.

“I can’t tear two lovers apart!” Eliza wipes a few of her own tears, then turns to you. “I was deeply moved by your words. I dream of having a lover like you,” she sighs dreamily, probably imagining her future lover already.

While the students of NRC rejoiced at this victory, Idia’s heartbeat quickened in fear. What if Eliza decided to take you for herself?

“Princess…” Chubby muttered, sighing. Eliza only gave him a reassuring smile. Phew. Idia relaxed, grateful that she doesn’t have the idea… yet. He didn’t know what to do if that thought became reality.

Eliza turns to address the hall with a smile. “I have decided.” Everyone waited with bated breath for her announcement. Idia squeezed his eyes shut and silently urged her to announce their departure already.

“Idia and I will not be married anymore. She smiles wide, and clasps her hands together. “However, there will still be a wedding!”

Your smile faded. “What… what do you mean, princess?”

She beams. “To make up for my mistake, I will make sure that Idia and his lover are married tonight!”

To be continued.

Tagging: @teashopwritingzz @twistedcrumbs

Well, that was long. To think that I was planning for the story to be a one-shot! Once again, keep an eye out for Part 3. Thank you for reading!

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

#twst x reader #twst fic #idia x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #rewritten

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allthingskakashi · 4 years

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• Bells and Balls •

[ Kakashi x Reader ]

Tags : NSFW, Smut

Words : 4.8k

A/n: I wrote over 4k words just to get some dick.

Okay sbsbajash idk I'd been working on this for like a whole week and i couldn't concentrate on anything unless i finished this lmao so here it is whatever, I can't drag this around anymore. Uhhh hope you like it I'm still not very good at writing smut im sorry. This takes place in the post Anbu and pre team 7 era and Kakashi’s a bit of an asshole but you know you still love him. This is also a little similar to my other fic ‘Yearning’ but here you get the s e x and i’m sorry if the characterization is bad, i put more focus on making it hot i guess ok ill shut up now i hope you like it

You give the sheet of paper in your hand one final glance, and look around the room. There’s a long line behind you and you’re surrounded by your fellow jounins, each here to submit their respective lists.

You were extremely happy with the performance of your team and didn’t have to think twice before passing them. You had no doubt that they would make wonderful shinobi. You looked forward to teaching and guiding them, and judging by the chatter around you, most other jounins had passed their teams too.

The trouble, however, remains with Kakashi Hatake.

A few weeks ago, you had all been named squad leaders and put in charge of a squad, and today was your very first day with your assigned teams. As instructed, each of you conducted a test for the genin and depending upon whether they passed or failed, the final list would be announced.

No one till date had ever passed Kakashi Hatake's infamous test, and everyone was sure that no one would this year either. Most genin trembled in fear of him, being aware of his strict methods.

And as it happens, at this moment, this infamous man is right in front you, standing with his back hunched forward as he hands his paper in to the woman behind the desk.

You wait for your turn, your eyes fixating on the red symbol on his vest as you wonder, ruefully, about the fate of the students he must have failed this time.

You take a step forward as he turns around, having submitted his paper, and the line moves up behind you.

Kakashi peeks briefly at your paper as he passes, letting out an audible scoff at the list in your hand before walking on ahead, hands tucked in his pockets.

You’re momentarily confused by this sudden act, but something is already starting to boil up inside you. You aren’t exactly known for being placid, nor for sitting by and allowing people to give you crap. Your eyebrows furrow as you hastily thrust your sheet onto the desk, before making your way to follow after him.

“Do you have a problem?” you call to his back as a few heads turn towards you.

He stops, taking his time turning back to look at you, half lidded eyes looking as indifferent as always.

His demeanour pushes you further to the edge and you take a few steps closer, craning your neck to meet his eyes, waiting for an answer.

“Well?”

He peers down at you unfazed, completely oblivious to the audience around you, as if they are not even there.

“You’re too soft”, he shrugs. “You don’t know how the shinobi world works” he says bluntly, piercing you with his unwavering gaze.

You glare back at him, your mouth twitching with the sled of retorts forming at the back of your tongue.

“Who gave you the right to—"

But he’s already turning away from you, your eyes meeting with the red symbol of his vest once again.

“Hey don’t you fucking walk away from me!” you yell, going forward to stop him, but he saunters on ahead without turning back; his scent lingering in the air as you stand there, watching his figure disappear slowly along the hallway, your fury seething inside you.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

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“Thank you! This is just what I needed.” you chime, digging into the hot bowl of ramen in front of you, your mouth salivating just at the look of it.

You take a big mouthful, revelling in the immediate burst of flavours on your tongue.

“Mmmm.” You moan, “You’ve outdone yourself, Ayame!”

The young girl smiles at you in delight, proceeding to serve you another helping.

You take another blissful bite, closing your eyes to relish the moment.

The streets are quiet around you except for the faint chirp of crickets, as is expected at this hour of the night. It must be past midnight by now, you’re not exactly sure.

You had been tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. For some reason, the encounter with Kakashi from earlier today had you feeling bitter and edgy. You hated that he was in your head, you didn’t understand why. It wasn’t like you to be this bothered by some mindless comments from someone. You’d had altercations before, worse ones, but they were never enough to steal away your night’s sleep.

And yet, this time…

You had to do something to take the edge off, ideally punch him in the face, but since that was not the plausible choice, you settled for the next best thing. Going for a run and treating yourself to your favourite comfort food later.

So here you are now, out at night all by yourself. The Ichiraku shop was still open, bless the lords.

You slurp some of the soup from the bowl and let out a loud smack of your lips.

You can feel your spirits lifting, and you’re glad for it. He wasn’t in your head after all, you were just having a bad day, that’s all.

You shift your focus back to the bowl in front of you, moaning and slurping as you go.

“Whoa there, Get a room.”

The sudden interruption of the familiar voice makes you stop cold.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You look up from your bowl, turning your head around to see none other than Kakashi Hatake, standing smug in all his glory.

The strange pang of bitterness is back in the depths of your stomach and you resist the urge to punch that smug look off his face.

“Ah, if it isn’t Kakashi Hatake, the all-knowing wisenheimer.” you say, your tone snide. “Say, don’t you have somewhere else to be? Some genin to fail?”

He comes around to take a seat on the stool beside you, a smirk evident through his mask, almost as if he’s enjoying this.

“I’ve already failed them” he smiles sweetly at you. “Worked up quite an appetite too.” He says, looking away from you to place his order.

You notice as Ayame notes his order down, the distinct shade of pink that tinges her cheeks as does, before turning away and disappearing into the supplies room at the back of the shop.

Ugh. What is with this guy? Why is it so….

You don’t realise you’re staring at him until he looks back at you, raising a questioning eyebrow. You supress your startlement at being caught, pretending as if you’d meant to be glaring at him.

“What the hell are you even doing out here so late?” you spurt, trying to sound irritated but it comes out sounding almost…concerned?

Thankfully, he doesn’t notice. “I could ask you the same.”

You look away, unwilling to answer. You were out here to get him out of your head, and now here you are, sitting beside him in a ramen shop while the entire village sleeps.

It almost feels like you’re the only two people in the world. The feeling makes something churn inside your stomach.

You dab your mouth with your napkin, before swivelling on the stool to face him. You look at him intently, studying his features. He stares back at you, as if waiting for you to say something.

“Why?” you ask, catching him off guard with it.

“Why what?”

“Why does no one pass your test? What’s so difficult about it?” you ask, gaze fixated on him. You expect him to look uncomfortable but he just shrugs.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’m curious” you reply truthfully, watching him smirk at your answer.

You hate it when he smirks, how his face looks when he’s being cocky.

Ugh.

He swivels in his chair now, turning his body towards you. “Is that so?”, he says through the smirk, resting his elbow on the counter and leaning in.

You don’t know why, but something about his tone and the way he leans in makes it difficult for you to breathe all of a sudden.

But you’re not one to be fazed.

“Yes” you reply, refusing to let yourself crumple under his gaze. Your voice comes out sounding hoarse, and you clear your throat.

He smirks wider at your reply and stretches the next words out.

“If you’re so curious…Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Your heart thuds like clapper clanging against a bell. You resist the urge to gulp.

Was it this hot when I left the house?

You clear your throat again. “I don’t have the time to take part in your stupid games”

The smirk is adamant on his lips, his gaze unnerving.

He breathes, “Do you not have the time…or do you not have the balls?”

His tone is challenging. Or inviting. Or both, you’re not really sure, you’re not thinking straight anymore.

Your jacket is too hot against your skin, you writhe beneath the thick material.

Sliding off the stool, you walk slowly towards him, erasing the space in between you bit by bit with each step, until your bodies are a few inches away from touching. Your eyes bore into each other’s as if in silent battle. It’s your turn to smirk now.

“Training Grounds in 20 mins” you whisper. Despite the hitch in your breath, your voice is clear. “Don’t be late.”

You walk past him without breaking your gaze, brushing your shoulder against his arm as you walk by, perhaps a little harder than necessary, leaving Kakashi to stare after you.

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You sit on the damp grass with your back against a tree, waiting. Your jacket lies in a puddle beside you.

You count the weapons in your bag, you hadn’t exactly come out prepared for a fight tonight. Two kunai knives, that’s all.

Would that be enough to take down the copy ninja? You hope so. There’s no way you’re letting him win. It’s time someone taught him a lesson and you would love to be that someone. The nerve of him…to actually challenge you.

He really needs to get a life. But then, here you are too…

Why am I here? What am I even doing?

You close your eyes and tilt your head back against the hard bark, your eyebrows furrowing the way they always do when you’re deep in thought.

Back at the shop… the way he spoke…the look in his eyes— God, Stop. Stop it.

Who the fuck cares about the look in his eyes?

Not me.

It’s okay. I’m good.

We’re here to teach this asshole a lesson. An asshole, that’s what he is. Insufferable and stupid and smug and ridiculously ho— horrible. Ridiculously horrible.

You take a deep breath, opening your eyes and standing up so fast that it makes your head dizzy for a brief second. You start walking around, jerking your arms and legs, stretching your neck, even slapping yourself a few times on the face to make yourself focus.

Yes, I need to focus. The lack of sleep is getting to me.

You crouch down to tighten your shoelaces, before getting up and starting some stretching exercises. Gotta loosen the muscles, make sure you have full flexibility. After all, taking on Kakashi Hatake all by yourself is probably not going to be a piece of cake.

You look down to check your attire: running shorts and a tank top, not fully ideal but it’ll do.

You’re bent over, in the midst of doing rotating toe touches when your eyes fall upon a silhouette far ahead, nearing closer and closer. You pause, standing up straight with your hands on your hips as the figure walks slowly towards you, a faint jingling noise ringing through the air, as Kakashi finally comes near enough for you to make out his face in the dim light.

“Late as always” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kakashi stands a few feet away from you, holding something in one hand, other hand inside his pocket. He’s not wearing his jacket anymore either, you observe.

“Sorry, had to go get this” he says, holding up what looks like two small bells with strings attached.

You squint at it, coming closer to get a better look. “What the hell is that?”

“Bells”, he smiles. “That’s the test. You have to get these bells from me. You can use any attack you want but… since you’re not a genin, I’ll raise the stakes a little higher for you. You cannot use ninjutsu or genjustu. It has to be purely physical attacks. You have till dawn.”

This little fucker. He knows taijutsu is not my strong point.

But fine. If that’s how he wants to play this, so be it. I’m taking him down one way or another.

“Dawn?” you chuckle, fixing him with your gaze. “I don’t need till dawn” you sneer, coming forward with a kick aimed to his head. He blocks it just as you’re about to make contact, grasping your ankle in his strong hold.

“I didn’t say start yet” he says through a smirk, letting go of your foot.

You take a few steps backwards, glowering at him as he ties the bells to a loop on his trousers. They hang over his thighs with a jingle, silver metal glimmering in the moonlight.

He looks back up at you, eyes twinkling with an unusual sparkle.

There’s that look again…

“Go” he commands, his body tensing up into a defensive stance immediately, ready for you.

You fix your gaze on the shiny metal of your goal and hurl yourself forward, your arms meeting each other’s in blows and defences. You throw a few kicks to his stomach, making him tumble but not enough to knock him out.

You shift your stance, before directing another punch to his face; he deflects it, sniggering.

Okay okay okay, I’m not focusing. I need to focus.

You take a deep breath.

Kakashi stands waiting, his features emanating pure amusement.

You feel a restlessness brewing within you, a strange energy buzzing through your veins. You’d been itching to punch him in the face and now’s your chance.

You watch him, mentally calculating all your options. His silver hair shines like moonbeams in the dark.

FOCUS.

Drawing a kunai from your bag, you lunge forward, distracting him with a kick to the head as your kunai slashes through the air, just about to cut across the strings when— your hand is caught in his grasp, a ‘slap!’ cutting through the air as his palm clasps around your wrist.

He bores into you, your wrist held firmly in his hand as he turns you around swiftly, gripping both your wrists at the back.

You feel the muscles of his chest against your body as he comes closer, the metal bells hanging over his leg brushing against your fingertips behind you.

You wriggle your hands, trying to break free but it’s in vain. His grip is firm, slender fingers digging into your skin as he leans into your ears, his warm breath tickling your skin.

“Not so fast” he whispers, his lips almost brushing the top of your ears.

The words send a shudder through your spine. You feel the black sky closing in on you, there’s a hum springing through your veins.

He loosens his grip as your hands fall, the kunai held limply in your hand. You turn around, your heart skipping a beat at how close he is to you. You feel your resolve weakening.

No.

Stop.

Your hand flies to the collar of his shirt, the other hand holding the kunai to his throat as you push him backwards with your body, your eyes blazing into his.

Keeping the kunai at his throat, you lower your other hand slowly, brushing it down his chest, his muscles taut under your hand. You trail your hand down along the line of his sternum, down the firmness of his stomach and further down, your fingers lightly caressing the bulge of his trousers before they almost make contact with the bells alongside, right there, just a flick away—

so close—

Before your wrist is caught in a sudden, fast clutch again.

His grip is much stronger this time, unyielding, hungry. Your bones ache beneath his hold.

You watch something ignite in his eyes as his shoulders rise and fall in rhythm to your heaves. You suddenly realise how out of breath you are.

In the flash of a moment, Kakashi grips your kunai holding hand, holding it away from his throat as he pushes you, the weight of his body pressing onto yours as your feet scrape along the ground, stumbling backwards till your back slams against a tree, the force making your body jolt. The kunai slips from your hand.

His arms pin you defenceless against the tree, his gaze holding you hostage, burning through your skin.

The touch of his skin against yours feels alien. When was the last time you felt the warmth of someone’s skin? You cannot recall.

He’s so close to you, you cannot see anything beyond him.

In the dark, under the moonlight, the edges of his face look softened.

A wind passes by, the sound of rustling leaves filling through the silence. A volcano erupts within you.

Now.

You gulp. Up this close, you can make out the outline of his mouth.

Now.

Your lips press into Kakashi’s in a desperate lurch, your neck straining to meet him as far as his grip on you allows. Your heart explodes like firecrackers inside your chest as your tongue pushes against the cloth of his mask, demanding to be let in.

You feel his grip loosen around your wrists as the mask is off and he reciprocates, his lips on yours, his hand gripping your chin up as his tongue moves in fervent swirls inside your mouth.

A thousand questions swarm inside your head, buzzing but you’re not being controlled by your head anymore. You can feel the thud of his chest against your own.

He trails his hand down to your throat, holding you in place, other hand exploring every edge and curve of your body before it snakes down the waistband of your shorts, down the elastic of your underwear.

You gasp, arching your back as you feel the touch of his long fingers down there, moaning helplessly into his mouth as he rubs along your wet entrance in rapid strokes.

Your head is a dizzy mess of jumbled emotions as yearning overpowers your senses, your previous resolve weakening into a mushy puddle with every stroke and thrum of his fingers inside you.

He pulls away from your mouth to leave sloppy kisses down your neck, his tongue painting patterns along your skin as you catch a glimpse of his face and you see it— his face, glowing under the moonlight. And you realise.

He’s…beautiful.

An overwhelming ache breaks through your senses, creating a frenzied whirlwind of passion and agony in your mind. Your detestation for him crumbles into pieces underneath the weight of your desire, as you realise…

You don’t hate him.

You never did.

Not even close.

Not even a little bit.

Not even at all.

You pull his face up to meet your lips again, planting urgent kisses on his mouth as your hands tease the hem of his shirt. His fingers slip out of you and you can feel the wetness of your panties, soaked through with arousal.

“Kakashi…” you whisper in pleasure as he looms over you, your foreheads touching, out of breath and heaving with exhilaration. His eyes burn with the same passion that you feel inside.

“We can’t…shouldn’t…here…people...” you mutter in struggled breaths, as he plants another kiss to your lips, the sparks from it fogging your mind

“Since when do you care about people?” he whispers against your ear, his raspy voice enough to strip you off of all your remaining sense and judgement.

You pull his shirt over his head in one swift motion, throwing it to the ground beside as he follows, taking off your shirt and then unhooking your bra, tossing both away as his hands reach for you in hungry clutches.

His hands caress your breasts, pressing them and pulling on your hardened nipples, his mouth following soon after. His lips lock around them, sucking hard as you bury your face into his broad shoulders, biting lightly to keep yourself from screaming.

You sink your fingers into his hair, tugging softly as his mouth moves in a wet trail further down your body, strands of his hair tickling your stomach as he goes, his hands tugging your panties, sliding them down the curves of your hips.

Your heart thuds in your ears as Kakashi sits crouching in front of you, parting your legs. He looks up at you, as if asking for your permission, and you give it to him by pulling the back of his head closer between your legs.

He puts your right leg over his shoulder, spreading you for him, his other hand clutching the back of your left thigh as his mouth teases you down there.

The tip of his tongue flicks at your entrance, before it finds your weakest spot, and you feel your body shuddering, barely able to keep your balance.

You tug at his hair harder as his tongue moves skilfully inside you, fingers rubbing your swollen clit simultaneously. You feel every nerve ending in your body come alive as you moan out his name “K-Kakashi…” through trembling lips.

Your insides shudder and a deep moan forms at the back of your throat, threatening to escape as Kakashi puts his hand over your mouth, before pulling you down on top of him with a sudden tug.

You come down with a thud on his thighs, your body jolting with the force as you watch him in front of you, the copy ninja… bare bodied and heaving in front of your eyes.

Who would have thought…

You straddle him, admiring his unclad torso, before pushing his shoulders down with your hands, making him lie back on the grass as you stoop over him. His eyes are fixated on you, pure pleasure making itself known on his face.

He really is beautiful.

You bend forward, your mouth exploring the smoothness of the skin on his chest, as a strange cold feeling down there distracts you.

You look down, squinting in the dark to find yourself sitting on two glimmering metal balls placed over his thigh.

The bells.

A thrill runs through your nerves as you smirk, glancing up at him.

He’s noticed it too.

His eyes return the same sparkle of mischief as yours as he lies still, waiting.

You press your hands down on his chest, locking your gaze with his as you position yourself over the bells, tilting your head back as you move back and forth over them.

The cold metal of the bells rubs against you, sending tremors through your entire body.

Your gaze at Kakashi again, watching him squirm at the sight of you, his hands twitching to feel your skin.

You keep your eyes on him as you slide down slightly on his thigh, tugging his trousers down as you go. Your hands find the base of his cock as you allow yourself to admire his throbbing length.

He leans his head back on the grass and you feel him getting harder in your hands.

Forming your hand into a fist around him, you move it up and down along his shaft in slow steady strokes, leaning down to bring your mouth closer to his tip, before swirling your tongue in circles around his skin.

His hips tremble as he clutches onto the grass, writhing.

Your lips clasp around his cock, mouth slurping up and down his length, taking your time sliding down to the base and back up, your hands following suit.

You tease him, switching between the tip of your tongue and your whole mouth, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him.

He quivers and you sit back up, bending forward over his face and pressing your lips on his. A groan from his mouth erupts inside yours as he clutches your hips.

His hands guide your hips back and forth over his length, your lips trembling as he slips into you, his cock finally inside you, pushing into you, filling you as deep as you can be filled.

A new rush of pleasure burns through your senses, your insides stretching as you move your hips around him, back and forth and then in circles.

“A-a-ah...mm…yeah…”, your muffled moans cut through the depths of the forest in the silence of the night.

Kakashi breathes your name, the eruption of your name from his lips enough to send you to a frenzy, filling your heart with drunken fervour.

You moan his name back in reply, hopping up and down on him as his arm snakes behind your waist and he flips you over in a sudden, swift movement, the weight of his body falling over you now.

You arch your back, pushing your hips up to meet his, unwilling to break away even for a second.

You want him so, so bad.

The pointy peaks of grass underneath poke your skin, your nails digging into his back as he nibbles on your neck, thrusting deep, deep into you.

You feel the familiar shudder from earlier again, your mind getting clouded with waves of pleasure coursing through you. Kakashi’s grunts quaver in your ear as you feel his hips jerk in tune to yours.

There’s a tantalizing jolt of ecstasy through your body as you scream out, your quivering voice matching his grunts as you both put a hand over the other’s mouth, your muffled moans melting into each other’s skin. He quivers inside you for a final time before you feel him slipping out of you, as hot wet cum trickles along the insides of your thighs, dripping into the dewy grass beneath.

Droplets of sweat from his hair drips down on you, tasting salty in your mouth. You heave together in exhaustion as he plops down on you, before rolling to the side.

You lie on your back panting, your entire body damp with sweat.

Languor threatens to take over you as you struggle to keep your eyes open, looking up into the night sky.

You see a firefly glowing above your head. You lift a lazy hand to reach it, but it flies away far above, becoming one with the twinkling stars in the sky.

Soft sounds of Kakashi’s breath echo beside you, his foot still touching yours lightly as the both of you lie heaving under the stars.

He turns his head to look at you and you can feel his eyes on you as you try, with all the fibres in your body, to not look back at him.

You know you won’t be able to hold yourself together any longer if you do.

He extends a hand towards you. “That was…”

“Sshhh… Shut up” you say in a slumberous whisper, moving closer into his arm, putting your own around him, your head buried into chest as you feel your eyes getting heavy…not able to stay awake anymore. You feel Kakashi envelope you in his arms, the warmth from his skin against the cold air lulling you to sleep, your mind becoming foggy as you close your eyes, slowly drifting off somewhere far, far away…

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Your eyes open to the chirping of birds perched on the branches above, rays of morning light casting a rosy glow in the horizon.

You watch the half light in the distance, rubbing your eyes, smiling to yourself.

The night had taken with it the black clouds of denial fogging your mind, your heart is as clear as day now.

You turn your head just in time to see Kakashi opening his eyes, his eyes puffy, imprints of grass marking his soft cheek.

You smile at him as he looks at you, lips curled into a sleepy smile. “Good morning” he yawns, tapping over his mouth with his palm.

“I won.”

“Hmm?” he asks groggily, eyes still adjusting to the light.

You hold up the two small bells in front of him, they jingle over his face.

He chuckles. “I don’t think so. It’s past dawn”

“I took them off before. I won.”

He laughs again, his face lighting up in a way you’d never seen before. He looks even more beautiful in the daylight.

“In all fairness y/n, there are no losers here.”

You laugh along with him now, reaching across and smoothening the imprints on his cheek, keeping your hand there, cupping his cheek.

“So, I passed?” you ask, looking at him, inching closer.

He looks back at you, with the same look from earlier in his eyes.

But you’re not turning yourself blind to it anymore.

“Top of the class” he laughs, pulling you closer, nuzzling your nose with his before pressing his lips into yours.

Notes :-

Did I quote 10 Things I Hate About You on a Kakashi Smut?

Yes, yes i did.

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lettrespromises · 3 years

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──➤ Prompt used : #15 “Look at what you’re doing to me.” ─➤ Genre : Smut. ➤ Warnings : MINORS DO NOT READ THIS, 18+ ONLY. Sexual intercourse, jealous sex, mild degradation, choking, biting, cunninlingus, penetration, spanking (once), sir kink.

The weather of the New World was often unforgiving, unpredictable, and at times, untamable. Sometimes, Mother Nature showed she was capable of crossing the limit of Nami’s extended knowledge regarding climate (and God knows her brain was severely infused with every secrets regarding the different kinds of weather, rendering her as a living, walking encyclopedia.) But alas, sometimes the rage of Mother Nature would be thrown upon any poor ship unready to face her wrath in the forms of undying tornados and waves that could reach the sky.

Hence why, every morning, Nami’s prediction on today’s weather was awaited by all, very much like a prophecy which was often set to come true— and if said prophecy announced any kind of weather gravitating around the lexical field of a natural catastrophe, one wouldn’t be surprised to perceive Usopp down on his knees in a praying position, diverse and unintelligible wishes to survive Mother Nature’s anger.

Much to the crew’s collective joy, the navigator had announced the most ideal weather— sunshine, a slight breeze and no cloud in sight, what appeared to be a regular weather in heaven. And, why of course, such a hot weather meant that both Nami and the local archeologist, Nico Robin, would bathe under the sun and relieve any kind of tension which had settled in after several fights (or just the exhaustion of having to deal with Luffy on a daily basis.)

And there you were, standing like a mannequin in the girls’ room in company of Nami and Robin, the latter throwing you an amused look at the way Nami was comparing which bikini would look better on you— the red one, an appeal for passion, or the black one, a statement of boldness? Her brows furrowed in unison at her poor attempt to make a decision, comparing how the colors married the shade of your skin.

« Robin, how are we feeling about the red bikini? It’s so cute, but I have a feeling something is missing… » The navigator wondered, her gaze falling on the taller woman next to her.

Robin couldn’t refrain from allowing a giggle from leaving her lips, surely it meant that she had her idea, an ill-intentioned one, that is. And, oh well, to say she had just a mere idea was an understatement : as she remained still, Robin summoned a couple of limbs to look for a green-colored bikini hidden in the drawers only to bring it to Nami’s attention. The two women shared a teasing glance, as if they communicated intentions filled with mischief through their eyes alone.

« I do believe something was missing, too. » Robin trailed off, bringing an index under her chin. « Something that might appeal to a certain swordsman. »

The evil cackle falling from Nami’s lips announced nothing good, and the sweet tone of her voice only deepened that sentiment. « You know how the saying goes : great minds think alike. »

« Hold on, what are you—… » You began, only to be cut off by the navigator, « Yeah, yeah, whatever you have to say, Y/N. We’re not fools, you know? You’re going to look like a real stunner with this bikini on, and I know that a certain someone won’t be able to resist. » She concluded her sentence with a wink sent your way, boy, sometimes you did understand why Zoro called her a witch at times.

« Join us when you’re ready, Y/N. I’m intrigued to see how this will go. » Concluded Robin, accompanying Nami towards the door to let you some privacy so you could change into the bikini, not that you have never changed in front of them and vice versa, but oh well.

You were now all alone, still haven’t moved an inch. Your thumb was brushing against the green fabric of the bikini over and over again until it had become some kind of obsession. But the more the motions continued, the more you realized that perhaps there was no other way to get out of this trap glamorously set by Robin and Nami. A sigh of despair left your lips, swearing to yourself that you’d have your payback sooner than later.

The door of the girls’ bedrooms slammed open, allowing your figure sculpted by the finest hands of the muses of beauty to be exposed to the kisses of the sun. The first sound to rip apart your thoughts was a squeal which left Nami’s mouth, the latter shaking Robin’s forearm with urgency to bring her attention onto you. « Robin, Robin! Look at her, isn’t she to die for? I’d bet all my money that Zoro is going to throw himself on her. I mean, just look at her! »

The same amused smile graced Robin’s facial traits, lowering her shades just a bit to have a good glance at how the oh so awaited green bikini embraced your body. « I must confess that it’s impossible to resist her. »

The words leaving her lips became clearer and clearer the more you approached them, a palette of rosy tones sitting proudly on top of your cheekbones at their compliments. « We saved you a seat, Miss I’m-too-sexy-for-my-own-good. Come with us! » Nami said, patting the empty spot next to her to which you wordlessly replied with a nod, sitting between her and Robin.

« You’re so evil, I kinda hate you for it. » A smile plastered upon your lips as the words died on your tongue.

« You love us and you know it. » Nami replied, letting her hand lingering on your forearm. « Ooh, would you look at that, Robin? The show is about to begin. » She concluded, taking a sip out of her cocktail with a gleam of mischief shining in her eyes.

And by show, the navigator undoubtedly meant the sudden appearance of the Sunny’s resident lover who had stormed out of the kitchen with a plate of different kinds of treats and cocktails for his ladies, spoiling them rotten on sunny days if it meant he could allow his eyes to linger a bit on your bodies in bikinis.

The first act of the show had begun in a flashy manner, as soon as Sanji closed the door leading to the kitchen behind him, the plate he was holding had fell onto the floor, a loud echo reasoning into the swordsman’s ears who was stuck in a deep state of slumber… Until now.

« I must have saved a country in my previous life to be worthy of such a privilege. » Sanji sobbed, falling onto his knees, « Y/N, you’re a goddess amongst us, we’re not worthy, I’m not worthy of your beauty. I will worship you everyday, I will cover you in love until my very last breath! » The cook continued, more and more praises falling from his lips in a continuous cascade as your cheeks were getting more and more red by the second. Alas, the more the blonde sang your praises, the more the swordsman was stirring awake— and if there was one thing Zoro hated with passion besides Sanji, it was waking up to loud noises.

Sanji had approached you, on one knee, the back of your hand pressed against his lips as the tears falling from his lips mixed with the blood leaking from his nose. « Thank you, my goddess, thank you for blessing my sore eyes. Words can’t describe how—… » And he went on and on again, his lips still traveling from the back of your hand to your forearm under Nami’s disgusted stare who yanked you away from him.

« My goddess—… »

« Oi! Do you ever shut up, stupid cook? » And despite the numerous occasions on which Zoro and Sanji have fought, Zoro’s words seemed intensely more acerbic, as sharp as the swords laying to his side, which even surprised Sanji.

« Were you talking to me, mosshead? » Sanji taunted.

« I don’t see anyone else here acting like a damn fool. » Zoro began, his sole eye conveying so much anger you could feel it. « Know your place. »

Nami elbowed Robin once more, the latter having long forgotten about the book sitting on her lap at this point. Sanji stepped towards the swordsman, dangerously reducing the space between the both of them until their foreheads were touching. There was no frown noticeable on Zoro’s face, but a blank expression which let through a pure anger. « She belongs to me, hands off what’s mine. » The swordsman spat, his shoulder hitting Sanji’s as he walked past him, leaving the cook in a stupor.

« Oi! You. » He said, pointing at your frame with his index. « Follow me. You and I are gonna’ have a word. »

He cursed himself for allowing his gaze to fall on your form, knowing damn well that with each second he spent looking at you in this green bikini (this damn color, he thought), the more he was falling under the spells casted by the muses of lust.

« Go get some! » Nami whispered, her tongue gracing her bottom lip.

« We expect all the details afterwards, my dear Y/N. » Robin giggled.

You had barely enough time to form any kind of response that you felt the foreign presence of Zoro’s digits snaking around your wrists and yanking you towards him. « Hey, I’m sure we can talk about this calmly, right? We can chat about it over a drink, I’ll ask Sanji to—… » Alas, your sentence never found its end, your mind going numb at the death glare Zoro sent your way as you mentioned Sanji’s name. But, paradoxically enough, it only fueled your arousal even more.

Zoro led you to the crow’s nest, trapping you and him both inside the same room. And as the silence grew heavier and heavier, until becoming asphyxiating, Zoro’s snicker broke the silence in the most mischievous way. A look of confusion was painted on your face, and you were quick to point at it. « W-What are you laughing at? »

« Do you think I’m fucking stupid? » Zoro half-asked.

You tilted your head to the side, slowly backing away until your back met the unforgiving surface of the wooden wall. « Answer me. » He demanded, one of his hand grabbing both of your wrists in one hold pinned above your head whilst his other hand cradled your jaw so you had no choice but devote your attention onto him.

« I don’t know what you’re talking about. » You pleaded, cheeks burning under the rosy tone as you felt his uneven breaths crashing against the column of your neck.

Wrong answer, Zoro shoved his knee between your already trembling legs. « You like the attention, hah? You love it when that pervert of a cook was throwing himself on you, is that it? Tch. » He was feeding his lust off of the scared expression on your face, blood rushing in the tightest space possible by the second.

« No answer, huh? ‘Guess I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, because it looks like you forgot who you belong to. » And with that, he dug his teeth into the skin of your neck, alternating between biting and sucking motions to form the most ravishing love bite— a symbol of belonging if you will. You squealed at the sudden sensation of his pearly whites inking his name into your skin, giving him exactly the reaction he was anticipating.

You rocked your hips against the thigh settled between your legs, a desperate attempt at getting some friction for your poor and aching core in need for attention. Zoro clicked his tongue once more at your antics, choosing to hush you by continuing the trail of hickeys adorning your martyr of a neck. « Care to explain what you’re doing? Throwing yourself on my thigh because you couldn’t get the shit cook, hah? You’re so fucking desperate, it makes me want to leave you there all alone. »

« Zoro! Please don’t, don’t leave me! I just need you, I don’t need anyone else but you! I promise I’ll be good but please, please, don’t leave me. » You pleaded, a clear veil of despair covering your eyes under his impassible expression.

The façade worn off soon, letting a smirk throne amongst his facial features instead. « Who do you belong to? » Zoro demanded, gliding the hand that was under your chin to your throat and applied just enough pressure to make sure to earn absolute submissiveness out of you.

« Y-You… » You choked out, the lack of oxygen marrying so well with your growing arousal.

His smirk only grew wider, a real testimony of the sick thoughts implanted in his brain that would make a demon blush. Both of his hand retreated to his side, gaze falling on the unmissable erection showing through his dark pants. His eyes alternated between you and the bulge in his pants, your mouth going dry at the wordless order. « If you want to be a whore, then be a good whore and suck me off, yeah? Don’t give me those eyes, you want it. »

You sunk to your knees, tongue wetting your lips in anticipation for what was bound to come. And whilst your eyes were stuck on his form, your fingers were busy tugging down at his pants to reveal his grey underwear stained with pre-cum. The sight of this alone was enough to send yet another wave of arousal down to your core. And as his cock sprung free from the constriction of his boxers, his girth slapping against his exposed abdomen and the tip rouge from anticipation, you were convinced you could’ve come undone from the sight of this alone.

« Suck. » He ordered, grabbing a fistful of your hair to force your towards his aching cock and the veil of pre-cum coating the tip.

And thus it began. You flattened your tongue, drawing a large lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip where you finished with a few kitten licks, knowing damn well the head was where all the nerves devoted to pleasure were hidden. « Don’t tease and put your mouth to good use, whore. » Zoro said, almost betrayed by the groan threatening to be released.

Following the rules of performative language, you began to rock your head back and forth around his cock, making sure that your tongue was coating in a lustful love each inch of his girth whilst hums of pleasure were leaving your lips as you went. The hold of your hair in Zoro’s fist grew tighter and so did the metaphorical knots in his stomach as you went along, until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat— such enticing sensation earned a growl out of him. Fuck.

« F-Fuck. Look at what you’re doing to me… Ah! Shit. Enough! » He ordered, yanking your head away from his cock, and the sight of the corners of your mouth dripping with the sweet marriage of his pre-cum and your drool could have provoked an orgasm out of him at this very moment.

« It’s too soon, and it’d be giving you what you want, huh? Too fucking bad, I’m going to cum in that sweet pussy of yours and you’re gonna love it. Ya’ hear me? » He asked without really asking, and taken by a rush of lust, you could only nod in return. « Y-Yes. » You stuttered. « You’re missing something. » Zoro added. You swallowed thickly before adding « Yes, yes, sir. » Your response caused an ill-intentioned snicker to fall from his lips. « That’s right. Now get on your back, and make sure to be as loud as you can, I want everyone on this damn ship to hear how I can make you scream. »

Zoro’s glorious height forced you to lay back until your spine touched the mattress where all the sins would soon break free. The smirk on his face never left, a pure testimony of what all the sinful deeds he was bound to accomplish. You were now trapped between his forearms, hips circled by his knees— bending under his dominance. « Did you wear that for me? » Zoro asked, slapping the string of the bikini top against your skin.

« I d-did, it’s all for you because I’m all yours. » Your response caused a chuckle to break from his lips, sweet words feeding his ego some more. And in a flash, his fingers had ripped said bikini top in half (you made a mental note that you now owed a serious debt to Nami), and there you were, (almost) in all you bare glory. « Fuck, if only you knew the things you do to me. »

Zoro wasted no time and threw all caution out of the window as his mouth latched onto your breasts, the motions of his tongue around your bud causing your spine to pay homage to the moon from how arched it was. His pink muscle flickered around your nipple before he swallowed your breast whole, his drool covering your flesh in a sinful veil. And because he was such a giver for his pretty girl, he gave the same treatment to the other breast whilst gasps left your lips over and over again at the methodical motions of his tongue, your anatomy held no secret for him.

« Are you going shy on me now? Did you forget what I said? » He trailed off, reducing the space between his lips and your ear, « I said I want you to be fucking loud. »

And with that, he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach before tearing apart (once more) your poor martyr of a bikini bottom under your desperate attempts to keep it intact. Were you challenging him? Oh well… Zoro has always been the type to face any challenge thrown his way. « Zoro—… Sir, please! » You pleaded, not knowing really why.

« You’re such a desperate little thing, huh? » He leaned down to face your core, glistening in its lustful glory for him and him only. Zoro pressed a finger against your folds, dragging it vertically to obtain a finger pad covered in your slicks. « So fucking wet for me already? ‘Bet that shit cook can’t make you as wet as me. » He stated, confidence embedded in his every word. « Only you can make me feel this way, sir. » You replied before he crashed his lips onto yours in an uncharacteristically sweet manner to cut you off. « And why’s that? » The swordsman asked, already knowing the answer. « Because… Because I belong to you. » He pressed yet another kiss against your lips for having given the answer that had been lingering on his mind. « Good girl. »

Your reward came in the form of his tongue brushing your folds, flickering motions against your sensitive bud sending you in overdrive as continuous waves of pleasure washed over you ceaselessly, the knots in your stomach tightening each time his tongue touched you. Two of his digits poked your entrance, teasing you to let your torture last before they penetrated you. The sudden sensation caused you to let out a dragged whimper accompanied by his name coated in a sinful tone. « S-Sir please, please just fuck me— I can’t take the teasing, ahh, fuck, fuck! Please, please! » You begged, eyelids shutting close under the pleasure.

But your pleas fell in deaf ears as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, sucking onto your sensitive bud to build an orgasm within you that he was bound to deny. He knew you were close by the way you were holding his green hair, tugging him ever closer to your core to amplify the inferno burning within you. But alas, to your greatest displeasure, all the motions ceased in one go under the hint of mischief glowing in his eye.

« You’re gonna cum on my terms, and when I say so. Got it? » He seethed, knowing damn well that his own end was going to arrive soon. He gave his girth a few experimental pumps, allowing the pre-cum to cover his length before shoving the entirety of his cock in one go inside you, barely leaving enough time for your cunt to stretch correctly— and saying that a elongated moan left your lips was an euphemism, the sick grin plastered upon his face grew more and more as the sounds of pleasure drowned in his eardrums. « You’re so fucking tight, shit! » He breathed out, « Look at your pretty cunt swallowing me whole. »

The rhythm of his hips followed the scheme of a crescendo, each slam of his hips against your derrière drew a clearer portrait of both Zoro’s end and your own climax. The nature of the rhythm itself indicated that he was chasing after his own end, and with his head thrown back and his irises dilated under the hunger to satiate the raging fires breaking loose in his abdomen by the second. « S-Sir, it feels— Ah! It feels so good! »

The tip of his cock kissed ever so precisely the roof of your cervix where a panel of nerves designed to draw a lustful reaction out of you every time he thrusted into you. Your vision became more and more blurry until a liquid veil covered your eyes as pearls of tears gathered at the corners of your eyes. Under the pressure of each of Zoro’s thrusts, your body bent to his will and soon you had no longer control over your legs that used to be around his waist, only to be picked up by the swordsman who threw your legs over his shoulder, thus allowing him to reach a deeper part in you and the cries leaving your lips were just the proof of how good he made you feel.

More and more cries echoed against the wooden walls of the room, your sounds of pleasure marrying the groans falling from his lips in a cascade. « Ah, fuck, fuck! R-Right there, please! Shit…! » You pleaded to fuel him some more. His nails were digging into the luscious flesh of your thighs, drawing rouge crescents in his wake.

« Who do you belong to? » He groaned out, his eye admiring the lustful look on your face.

« Y-You! I belong to you, fuck, you a-and no one else! » You attempted to reply mid-moan.

But as much as Zoro knew your anatomy, you also happened to be an expert of his— and the way he planted his nails into your skin, the raw groans loosing their chains to be set free and the way his thighs were shaking… Everything announced the beginning of his own end.

« Cum with me… Now! » He ordered, letting his hand crash against your buttcheek in the process. And there it was, the marriage of two lovers under the spell of lust. The rhythm of his thrusts reached their apex, all whilst he painted your walls with the white color of passion. His own cum was mixing with your own elixir of pleasure leaking from your throbbing core as your cunt was clenching around his cock in despair. The sounds of his hips slamming against yours were long gone now, the room was solely filled with heavy breaths and his name falling from your lips over and over again like a forbidden prayer.

Although Zoro’s stamina knew no bounds, he felt like the oxygen had been knocked off of his lungs. But perhaps it was the price to pay if it meant he could observe you in all your post-orgasm glory after holding it inside you for so long. God, he was so proud of you, proud of every mark he had left onto your skin, proud of the way your skin gleamed under the sweat, proud of being your lover.

« ’S alright, ’s alright. I’m going to pull out, breathe. » Zoro demanded, the sweet tone reserved for you only finding its way back around his words. His digits snaked around his girth to pull out of you, only to witness the satisfying marriage of your cum and his own. You were so good to him.

And whilst you remained unable to move, Zoro fell to your side, his arms quick to lock you into an embrace as your head rested on his chest, his frenetics heartbeats echoing in your eardrums. You loved the peace of the aftermath of any sexual activity involving Zoro, you loved how peace seemed to bend his facial features in the most enticing way.

He was the first one to break the silence, pressing his lips against your forehead whilst he tugged you impossibly closer to him like a reminder that you were indeed here, and would always be. « So whose plan was this, hah? » He asked, earning a giggle out of you in response. « It was Nami’s, although Robin helped too. She said I would one hundred percent ‘get laid’ if I wore this. » You answered, head tilting towards the poor green bikini torn in pieces.

« That witch can go to hell. » Zoro groaned, but the raw tone of his voice was betrayed by the sweet caresses of his digits down your forearm.

« I mean, her plan did happen so I think it’s a win for her. It’s not like you regret what happened, mhm? » Alas, nothing but silence in return. « Zoro? » You called him, but an angel passed. « Zoro! » You repeated more sternly, and this time you were met with the sound of his snores— of course, typical Zoro fashion.

Well, you knew who you were going to thank now.

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