#hellsainted

[wardogsong]

spooky delivery for: @hellsainted

[warandpunishment-a]

@hellsainted

“My issue isn’t with you, Red. So you better give me a good reason to stop me in the middle of a job.”

[benevolentgodloki]

@hellsainted continued from here, if you wish ;D

“–WHY WOULDN’T I?” matt huffs out a nervous chuckle as the deceitful god toys with him, feeling a treacherous heat rise under his collar. he moistens his lips as flashes of lewd sensations and irresistibly obscene sounds haunt him, still, and he finds it is not entirely unpleasant.

“Why indeed? I’m sure there are few in this city who would sleep comfortably if they knew the alien destroyer of New York were in the vicinity. How fortunate for you that you can be at ease.” 

Loki knows exactly what he’s doing. It’s taken him time to track down this Devil, no small feat, and by silent, shadowy means he has managed to get at him while he sleeps. He risks his tentative status, but it’s too much fun now that he’s found someone of interest to play with: a curious human with remarkable abilities, one he can enjoy corrupting and whispering in his mind.

[chokethelight]

hellsainted replied to your post “   “I’m rebuilding the Sinister Six - applications are open.””

don't make me sue you for unlawful assembly.

 “Do your worst.”

[corruptedspider]

HE WANTED MORE. call him selfish or needy if you will, but he wanted more than just this pretense. he wanted MORE than hiding in the middle of the night. he wanted everything - damn the consequences. he already had lost so much, he already had lost everything  he had. was it bad he wanted  this? he wanted something to himself… to know it was his and no one else would ever have a claim on it.

the illusion they had was grand, but thin - a little pressure and it would shatter. he wanted… he wanted it to shatter. so that there would be no more hiding (by gods he wanted it to shatter) so that he could be free. free to no longer have to hide. he didn’t care about matt’s lives, he didn’t care about what he did or who he put away, but what he did care about was having him to himself. 

what he cared about was no longer having to hide away in the cover of night for their little moments of peace. their little moments the spider claimed as his and no others. it was those moments that he wished could stay on forever… even if such a thing was impossible. 

“i…” he bit down on his tongue under that mask of his. it was painful to realize - worse to accept, but he couldn’t not today. no matter how hard he tried. “am i not enough?” he asked, voice lowering slightly. “am i not good enough for you?” 

@hellsainted xxx

[theamazingcaptdeadpool]

What I have learned today;  Frank Castle is as boring as they come. But he really doesn’t care where he gets laid. Matthew Murdock is thirsty, and still needs to get some. 

Where does Wade get his intel, you might wonder. Right 🡒 here. 🡐 This has been a psa. You’re welcome. 

Carry on as you were. 

[prettytm]

“Matthew?”

[stormweathered-arc1]

. @hellsainted . cont.

   WHAT A PAIR THEY HAVE BECOME —— these two beings, one mortal and one from the stars, both so full of their own FAITH.

    arms go 'round his neck and then matthew is against him, and he scarcely has time to BREATHE. asgardian armor — supple leather and steel — is hard between them in the embrace, and that long red cloak drifts 'round them; that hand releases matthew's wrist to splay fingers along his cheek. he had intended this to be SOFTER than it has become, but he makes no complaints for what it IS.

    ( the rain briefly swells, driven by the POUNDING heart of one so connected to the storm; that great axe of legend is dropped to rooftop, and oh, how that reverberation of it striking the roof SINGS the song of ancient stars as it collides that no metal of EARTH has ever sang. )

     both hands are free, now, and he pulls the other to him, that kiss hot and eager and giving in to those days ( weeks? time is ELUSIVE to one so old ) spent without. the rain ceases gradually, for he is ever as DRAMATIC as can be expected of one heralded as a GOD, and he gives a low hum into the kiss, teeth playing at the other's lower lip before he GRINS against that mouth against his. his voice is low and content and heavy in the throat with the FIRE that kiss stoked in his belly.

     ❛ it has been awhile, has it not. ❜ there's contrition in it; responsibilities have been a heavy burden and he has struggled, but there have been a few LIGHTS in that darkness to help keep him afloat. one stands before him now. ❛ i'm sorry i have not been by sooner. ❜ and oh, how he MEANS it — words that on their own may be considered trivial, but the way he says it has the weight of worlds and responsibility heavy upon them.