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joszns · 7 months

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miss you ✭

college!ellie x reader

content: sexting, nudes, first sexting experience, vibrator usage (reader), masturbation, pet names (baby, good girl, babe)

summary: ellie misses you a little too much on a late night and decides to text you…

part 2!!!

ellie bit her lip, laying on her bed. a still-lit joint rested in the ash tray next to her, the drug affecting her greatly as she tried to ignore the growing arousal between her legs. she rolled to her side, grabbing her phone and checking the time.

11:30…

reluctantly, she unlocks her phone and hovers her fingertip over your contact. whatever. it’s not weird of her to text her own girlfriend, regardless of the time.

e: hey, u still awake?

she looks at the message, before leaving her phone on the bed and deciding to finish off the joint.

a ping quickly steals her attention, however.

y/n: i am, why? miss u.

she quickly takes one last hit, bursting out into a coughing fit. ellie grabs her phone, typing a reply.

e: nothing, i just miss u babe. what are you doing?

ellie gets back into bed, eyes glued to her phone.

y/n: thinking ab you, silly

she blushes slightly.

e: aw, what about me??

ellie watches you type, then disappear. ugh, was that cringe?? she rolls onto her back, nervously chewing her nail.

y/n: im thinking about ur kisses…

she feels her heart skip a beat. her thighs reflexively clench against eachother, barely relieving the desperate need for touch between them.

e: my kisses? what about them?

ellie pulls the covers over her, feeling a little exposed in her dimly lit room.

y/n: i miss them. i need them

her breath catches slightly, typing a response quickly.

e: yeah? need them where?

she bites her lip nervously, scared at your response.

y/n: want me to show you?

no fucking way.

ellie blushes furiously, her heart beating rocket speed as she stares at your message.

e: show me baby

she hopes her response comes off as cool and collected. you can’t tell tone in text after all, right?

a minute passes, and she starts to get anxious. what if that was too far?

[Y/N ❤️✂️ sent you a snap!]

ellies eyes go wide. nevermind to that. she opens the notification, getting more and more turned on.

the image was absolutely breathtaking.

you were lying on your back, shirt off, neck exposed. your skin was highlighted perfectly by your bedside lamp, jawline in the corner of the image. she could see you were biting your lip, your fingers lightly placed just above ur collarbone.

right here pls?

the text on the image read. ellie took in a deep breath, her free hand slipping beneath the covers and teasing the hem of her shirt.

e: i wish i could my love

id kiss more than just ur neck

she waits for your response, still looking at the photograph. ellie could picture it, feel you whimpering softly as she marked your neck.

y/n: how about….

[Y/N❤️✂️ sent you a snap!]

ellie quickly opened the picture, dipping her fingers below the waistband of her boxers. she was extremely turned on by you, her thighs clenching again at the picture.

you had angled the camera lower, showing your bare chest as your hands covered your nipples, the text reading:

…here? ;P

fuck, ellie thought, starting to rub her clit over her boxers. she stared at the image for a moment, taking in your beautiful tits and trying her best to remember what was behind those fingers of yours. she remembered how your boobs felt up in her face, growing more aroused at the thought.

e: fuck baby you’re so hot

i miss u

i love ur boobs

she shoved her hand beneath the fabric of her boxers, desperately needing more friction.

y/n: they love u too baby

what are you thinking about?

oh god. she can’t answer that honestly. what do I say…she thought, pausing her movements. herr heart pounded in her chest, she was so close to finishing.

e: everything about u. ur so perfect. i miss the way u taste sm

y/n: yeah, you miss my pussy? ur so cute lol

ellie blushed furiously at your message, tossing her phone to the side momentarily before quickly rolling back over to grab it once again.

e: shut up.

she bit her lip, returning to the photos you had sent. she began touching herself again, thinking about your hand in place of her own.

e: what r u doing rn..?

ellie’s finger hovered over the send button nervously.

y/n: typing witg one hand

she rolled her eyes back, imagining you touching yourself, thinking about her. ellie did the same, getting off to those dirty thoughts.

e: proof?

she pressed send, half joking but half wanting to see. im such a perv…

[Y/N❤️✂️sent you a snap!]

ellie blushed, quickly opening the snapchat notification.

this time, it was a video.

it showed your hand, working away at yourself underneath your underwear. you were moaning softly, letting ellies name slip towards the end.

jesus. she let out a whimper. the video looped, and with each replay she got wetter and wetter.

e: goddamn. i need u so bad y/n

need to be all up in your pretty pussy

ellie opened snapchat, recording a video of her getting off as well. she pictured you, your perfect moans in her ear as she fingered you relentlessly.

“fuck….” she groaned.

anxiously, she sent the video, however she was too lost in her own arousal to put much worry or thought into it.

y/n: omfg ellie

i want u to fuck me so bad, your moans make me go insane baby im so wet

ellie let out a moan, rubbing her clit much more intensely now.

e: r u using that vibrator i know u have?

she could picture you, hair messy and tangled as your back arches, whimpering as the vibrator massaged your clit perfectly.

y/n: howd you know?

[New audio message from Y/N❤️✂️]

ellie excitedly played it, nearly orgasming on the spot as she heard your delicious moans.

you were whimpering her name, the faint hum of your vibrator barely heard over your cries of pleasure.

she felt herself get close, playing the audio over and over again until she was on the brink of cumming.

e: gonna cum….fuck your moans are so hot…i wish i was the one causing them

y/n: i wanna see u cum to the thought of me baby

ellies breath sped up as she began to record her touches, rubbing away at her clit and occasionally dipping her fingers inside for more slick.

“oh fuck…y/n…” she moaned, picturing your perfect tits bouncing in her face as you rode her strap. her hips bucked into her hand as she came, whimpering your name over and over again as well as several curses. she sent the video, replaying the audio you had sent as she rode herself through the orgasm.

geez…i haven’t cum that hard in a while…ellie thought, feeling her clit pulse and twitch beneath her fingers as she regained her breath.

[Y/N❤️✂️ sent you a snap!]

ellie quickly opened the video, still touching herself.

this time, you were the one cumming all over your fingers. it was truly a show, your tits bouncing as you moaned her name, the dual vibrator massaging your clit and filling you up simultaneously. you turned the camera and rested it slightly above your collarbones, giving ellie a full view of your tits and thrusting. you whimpered as you turned up the speed, cumming hard on the silicone toy and moaning ellies name into the mic repeatedly.

she almost came again, her arousal quickly growing at the sight of you.

e: hooly fuuckkk baby. i wish i could be with u in person rn. i wanna put my face all in your perfect pussy.

y/n: come over ?? lol

still horny :(( i miss you pretty girl

that was enough for her to decide.

she got up, reading the time as 12:10. whatever, anything for you.

e: on my way baby

im gonna fuck you so good

ur not gonna be able to walk tmr

y/n: can’t wait <3

a/n :3 this is my first ever fic…if u have any suggestions or constructive critics let me know lol i hope u enjoyed!!!

edit: THANK U SM FOR ALL THE LOVE😭😭❤️working hard on another one!!!

#ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #tlou2 #ellie williams fanfic

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thebearer · 10 months

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follow me |carmen berzatto x reader|

prompt: the bear needs a social media rebrand. sydney hired you, and carmen gets more than just followers after meeting you.

an: bad descript i'm sorry lol. basically you're a social media manager and carmen likes you lol or how you and carmen meet <3 also thinking this will be a part 1???? lmk if you want a part 2!!!

contains: reader is a social media manager. language. carmen denying himself happiness ofc. mentions of mikey. fluff, fluff, fluff!!!

“What the hell is this?” Sydney’s voice raised, brow raised even higher to heighten her suspicions. Maybe her disgust.

After Carmen looked at the snarl on her face, he decided it was definitely disgust.

“What?” Carmen shrugged, looking at the screen in front of him. “It’s the, uh, The Beef’s old Instagram.”

“Right.” Sydney said slowly, blinking at Carmen obviously. “The Beef, and we are not that anymore. We are The Bear.” She scrolled for a moment. “They also haven’t posted since twenty-twenty, which is-”

“-Well, Mikey ran it, alright?” Carmen huffed, glaring at Sydney with annoyance. “I just found the fuckin’ password on a fucking gum wrapper in a folder labeled ‘important shit’ so I don’t know what to tell you.”

Sydney nodded slowly, looking back at the phone, before sighing deeply. “I know what you should do.” She said, typing on her phone. Carmen grunted, still looking at the piles of order forms for produce in front of him. “You need a social media manager, because Carm, this? It's not gonna work.”

“Social media what?” Carmen’s brows creased, shaking his head. “I don’t- no, I don’t need to do that. I’ll just, I’ll get Gary or fuckin’ Sweeps or Fak to run-”

“No, no, Carmen, seriously? Look at this. There’s- oh my God- there’s a thing here that says bring your own plate and you’ll get a free drink, Carmen… What the fuck?” Sydney sighed, shaking her head at him.

Carmen nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I-I’m thinking that was a, uh, a Mikey special.” He muttered, pinching his eyes shut. “I can’t afford to hire someone on the payroll for that long, ok? Not when I could hire another hostess or-or a runner.”

“They only come in to revamp and get it started. Just a little kick start for now. To get us started.” Sydney explained, clicking on her screen. “Look, I have a mutual friend with this girl who’s really fuckin’ good, ok? She did Lobo’s that pizza place? Got them from two hundred to eighteen thousand followers in like two or three months.”

Carmen’s eyes flashed, looking at Sydney with a raised brow. “Seriously? Fuck…” Carmen looked at the screen, the crisp photos, videos, fun and trendy- vibrant and alluring. He hated to admit it, but it was good.

“Look, Carm, it’s free advertising, ok? You catch the influencers if it goes viral. Could really put this place out there.” Sydney countered. “It’d be a lot cheaper than paying for some shitty advertisement on the news that no one watches anyways. Could bring in a lot of business and attention.”

Carmen’s fingers drummed against the counter, sighing sharply. “Fine, whatever, see if you can get her in and just… Just tell me how much I need to put aside, alright? I’ll push the new glasses until then.”

Sydney smiled triumphantly, nodding at Carmen. “Yes, Chef.” She saluted, walking out of the office.

Three days later, you were standing outside of The Bear, newly opened, freshly renovated, and steady but not booming. “Uh, excuse me?” You waved through the window at the man in the beanie, looking at you carefully.

“Hey, we’re closed until dinner, alright? But you can-”

“Oh, no. I, uh, I’m not here for eating.” You cringed, shaking your head. “I’m looking for Sydney? Or Carmen? I’m the new social media person?”

“Social media?” The man repeated, pushing the door open further. “Oh, shit! You’re the girl who does the, uh, Lobo and Avec!”

“Yeah, I am.” You blushed, walking into the restaurant.

“I love watching those reels of the asmr cutting the bread. Ugh, I watch it every night before going to bed.” The guy laughed, locking the door behind you. “Oh, I’m Marcus by the way.”

You took his extended hand, introducing yourself, while you took in the fixtures on the wall, the art, the overall ambiance. “I am going to get Carmen, but you can stay right here if you want.” Marcus grinned, pushing the sliding doors open.

You set your things down, pulling out your notebook, and looking around the restaurant. You knew that this was once The Beef, Sydney had sent you a few things about Carmen’s credentials and you looked up the rest. Impressed was an understatement, a guy your age that had ran the best restaurant in the world? Quite possibly was the best chef in the world or at least Chicago and needed your help? You were nervous, to say the least.

Marcus called your name, making you jump slightly as you turned around. “Uh, so this is Carmen. He’s the owner, the head chef.”

“Hi,” You were met with piercing blue eyes, hidden under a stray blonde lock of hair. Carmen’s hand reached for yours. “Nice to meet you. Sydney, uh, she couldn’t stop tellin’ me about your work. Thank you for helpin’ us out.”

“No, no, thank you.” You reached for his hand, strong, a little rough, trying not to stare at his inked fingers. “It’s a pleasure to work with you. She told me a little about you, about the restaurant. It’s very impressive. Surprised you needed me.” You grinned.

Carmen bit back a smile, looking down to hide his blush. Fuck, Sydney said you were good at your job, she failed to mention that you were so fuckin’ pretty too. Carmen could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, taking flight like he was a middle schooler again with a school yard crush.

“So, if you have time, I want to go over some goals with you?” You say, gripping your notebook tightly.

“Goals. Right, uh,” Carmen looked through the back doors. “Sydney is on her break, and-and my sister, Sugar- well, her name is Natalie, she’s like our manager. Richie too, uh, shit- I’m sorry that’s a lot of people, I know.” Carmen shook his head, an anxious laugh pealing out from his lips. “Those are the people you need to talk to, basically. I can grab them, just-”

“-But you’re the owner, right?” You asked, lifting a brow gently.

“No, I mean, yeah, I am.” Carmen stuttered.

“Then I need to talk to you, too.” You gave him a small smile. “I mean, you know this place better than anyone, right? All the ins and outs? And from what Sydney told me, you redid this entire place. Right?”

“Yeah, I did.” Carmen nodded. Fuck, he kept staring at your lips, he didn’t mean to, he was just… he was distracted.

“So, we can all meet if you want, or I can do it one at a time.” You pulled your pen out of your notebook, looking at him with a gentle smile. It had Carmen’s heart racing. “I just have a few questions about the vision.”

“The vision?” Carmen repeated, swallowing around the growing lump in his throat.

“Yeah, the vision.” You smiled. “Just… tell me about this place. Tell me about you.” You slid into the chair across from him.

Carmen wiped his hands on his pants, turning to look at the doors, hoping someone would come to his rescue. He wasn’t good at talking, especially not to pretty girls, especially about himself. Still, he couldn’t leave you sitting there. He’d hired you after all, and you were here to help him. So he sat down across from you, hoping you didn’t see the way his knee bounced under the table, hoping you couldn’t hear how his heart pounded.

“So, Carmen Berzatto,” You grinned, every syllable of his name rolling off your tongue so sweetly, Carmen was sure he was going to faint. “Tell me about The Bear. Why did you start it?”

“Well, it was The Beef before. And-And my parents owned it, then my brother Mikey did…” Carmen started, watching the way you scribbled, eyes flickering to him with a small smile.

“Hello!” You called, pushing through the back door. They’d given you the code a week ago, so you didn’t have to wait or pound on the front door until someone took mercy and let you in. “It’s content day!” You sang, cheery and bright.

Carmen could hear the pretty trill of your voice, trickling down the hall and into the kitchen. Tina smirked, watching the way he stopped, turning to look at you, blush rising under his white shirt. “Hey, Jeff,” Tina smirked, his head snapping to her. “Your girl’s here.”

The staff had been teasing Carmen relentlessly about how smitten he was with you. Something he’d been so reluctant to do, he now looked forward to. Carmen swore it was because of your work. You had taken them from the measly six hundred followers they’d had since they started the account in twenty-eleven to six thousand, strategic posts and tags and tagging a few buzz accounts that were Chicago foodies. Business had gone up, reservations filling slowly. Followers poured in from TikTok, from the reels, from the posts. One tag from a micro Chicago influencer had brought in a good chunk and was still, all because of a photo with the pretty light features and the dessert.

“Where’s the Bear?” You grinned, passing Sydney, camera in hand, bag slung over your shoulder. You pushed open Carmen’s office, dropping your bag in there. He’d told you that you could keep your things in there, since you didn’t have a locker, of course- and not at all because that meant he’d see you before you left.

“He’s in here, baby!” Tina called, smirking at Carmen.

“C’mon,” Carmen shook his head, a deep breath to keep him from looking so flushed. It worked for a moment, of course, until you rounded the corner. All bright smiles and fuck, you smelled so good. Camren wanted to drown himself in your perfume. “Good morning, Bear.” You beamed.

Carmen grinned, cheeks heating with every step you took forward. “Mornin’.” He muttered, looking at the clock.

“It’s content day.” You grinned, shaking your camera lightly. “Tell me you got something good for me, Chef. What's the special this week?”

“A lamb tenderloin with a gorgonzola sauce served over pasta- house made, of course.” Carmen answered.

“Of course.” You repeated with a tiny grin. You turned on your camera, taking a test shot, before you looked at Carmen carefully. “Ready whenever you are, Chef.”

Carmen bit back his own grin, clearing his throat lightly. “How do I start it? The same as last time?”

“Yep.” You nodded, pressing the camera to your eyes. “Tell me your name, name of the restaurant, and then just this week's special.”

“On your mark.” Carmen nodded, picking up his clean utensil.

“On yours.” You laughed. “I’m already recording.”

Carmen spoke to the camera easily, trying to stay trained on the lens and not at you. How you’d grin and nod encouragingly at him, zooming in closer as he chopped, seasoned, pulled the already prepared and finished product out of the oven.

Richie crossed his arms, leaning against the wall next to Sugar, lips pursed knowingly. “I know you’re thinkin’ the same shit as me.”

Sugar hummed. “That Carmen’s into her?”

“Way fuckin’ into her.” Richie grinned, watching as Carmen blushed, grinning back at you, genuine and a little shy at your compliment.

“Fifty bucks says he doesn’t make a move.” Sugar looked at Richie.

Richie snorted, scoffing with a shake of his head. “Alright. I’ll take your bet. I say he does.”

“Get ready to be out of fifty dollars, Cousin.” Sugar said smugly. “This is Carmy we’re talking about. Not Mikey. Carmen’s not gonna make a move on her.”

“Eh, not so quick, my dear, Natalie. Carmen’s changed a little since this place.” Since the horrendous freezer incident with Claire. “He really likes her too, look at ‘em.” Richie nodded, watching as Carmen held the spoon out for you, blushing when your hand touched his to take it, groaning before smothering him in compliments. Tina looked at Richie, amused and grinning from across the room.

“Carmen will seal the deal. It’ll be last fuckin’ minute and it will be a mess, because it’s fuckin’ Carmen, but… I believe in him.” Richie nodded.

Natalie snorted. “I genuinely hope you’re right, Cousin.” She looked at Carmen with a small smile, watching the way he looked at you, eyes cutting like he was being so cool about keeping his feelings underwraps. “I really do.”

That night, Carmen lied in bed, scrolling through his footage from the day, seeing the video pop up from @/thebearchicago. Set to classical music, snobby and dramatic, the cuts, Carmen’s voice laid over describing the meal for the week, and a particularly good close up of his hands cutting the onions fiercely. Carmen was shocked to see the number of likes… the number of comments flooding in.

“the cameraman knew exactly what they were doing lmao”

“New necklace available!!!”

“I will give you my vital organs and let you chop them up like that if you let me watch chef please”

“What the fuck?” Carmen snorted lightly, shaking his head, scrolling through the comments. He clicked to the main page of the restaurant, seeing you were just a few away from ten thousand followers. Fuck… Sydney was fucking right. You were good.

Carmen’s face fell, mind racing and screaming with the reminder that you were only there for a few more days. He’d only hired your for two months- two glorious fucking months. You seemed… permanent now. Like he couldn’t imagine you not coming in on Tuesdays and Thursdays and after three on Fridays. You were a staple there. The staff loved you, you were good, and-

And Carmen really liked you. Liked having you around. Looked forward to talking to you. To get the chance to lean over your shoulder as an excuse to touch you when you showed him a preview of a post. Or when you’d send him cute text messages, a funny comment attached, your text reading: “you’re a hit, bear! they love you!”

It was like you could read his mind, your contact flashing across the screen at him.

To: Carmen

‘told you this would be a good one! the fans love you berzatto!!!’

Carmen grinned, the faint twinge of a blush on his face. He could feel his heart racing, fingers dancing over the keyboard, and worst of all- he could hear Mikey’s fucking voice in the back of his head. A nagging tone repeating over and over and over, “Let it rip, Bear! Don’t be such a pussy! Ask her out!”

Carmen looked at his screen, fingers typing out the message, a short, less than smooth invite to make you a special thank you dinner and his place- a date. He hoped you picked up on it. Heat hammering in his chest, he could feel his chest tighten, ribs knitting together uncomfortably, stomach twisting in the worst way.

So, Carmen did what he always did.

From: Carmen

‘Never doubted you. Thank you. The video was great.’

He watched as the blue sent, the delivered turning into seen, and followed by your thumbs up over the text. Carmen put his phone on the table, lying back on his pillow, but he couldn’t sleep. His stomach still turned, unsettled with regret.

“Oh! Marcus stop!” You gasped, Carmen’s head turning at the sound of your voice. “You didn’t need to do all of this!”

“Yeah, I did.” Marcus beamed. Carmen turned the corner, seeing a beautifully piped cake there, candles and icing cursive that read “thank you!” in the middle of the buttercream. “You’re cool and you got us on the map, girl. Plus, we’re gonna miss you.”

“Yeah,” Sydney nodded, holding a small balloon that said that exact phrase on it. “We will miss you.”

“I’ll miss you guys.” You grinned, hugging them both tightly. “This has been my favorite job so far. You guys have been so nice. Way nicer than a lot of these assholes around here.” You grinned.

Richie stood on the wall, foot tapping, eyes darting back from you to Carmen. He could see his cousin’s stuttering movements, hesitant and careful, before retreating back into himself. C’mon, Carm, fuckin’ do it, Richie thought, shaking his head. Carmen wouldn’t though, wouldn’t let himself be happy. Richie took a deep breath, head shaking with annoyance.

“Goddammit, Berzatto,” Richie muttered, pushing off the wall. “You know, sweetheart, it’s been so great having you. Seriously, you blew us all away.” Richie said, walking towards you.

You smiled. “Thanks, Richie. I really appreciate it.”

“And you know what, we want to really show how much we appreciate you.” Richie’s eyes cut to Natalie, a silent plea to help him out. “I had a cancellation for this evening, and I would love for you to come instead. Let us really cook for you, give you the whole experience. No bill, of course. All on the house, for you, my dear.”

“Oh, I-I couldn’t let you guys do that.” You shook your head politely, eyes cutting to Carmen’s.

“No-No, please.” Carmen nodded, finally speaking. Richie sighed silently in relief. “It would be great actually. Please?”

You felt your heart melt, nodding softly. Before you could even reply, Richie was stepping up again. “And you know what? You gotta do one last post for us, right? The big chef spotlight one. The, uh, c’mon, Sydney what am I lookin’ for here?”

“Oh, the one about the staff spotlights?” Sydney asked.

“That’s the one. See, that’s it. And you’ve done everyone except the big boss.” Richie pointed at Carmen, ignoring the way the younger man’s face fell.

“I didn’t get one-” Fak started, Richie shoving him out of the way.

“You gotta end with Carmy, and it's funny because it’s gonna be real slow tonight anyways. Wednesday, ya know? And I think what better way to experience the night, really craft that staff spotlight thing, than with Carmen. The two of you, have dinner and get to talk.” Richie knew it was rocky, not at all smooth, but it was the best he could do.

“What? Cousin, what are you-”

“-No, you’re right, Richie.” Sugar added, stepping towards Carmen, and cutting him off. “And Carm, you were saying you wanted to see everything in action for yourself. You do the customer experience so you make sure everything’s good, and we’ll serve you both dinner. All the stops.”

“How’s that sound?” Richie clapped his hands together, nodding at Tina, who grinned.

“Jeff, it would be really nice to make sure we can work without your instructions. A good night for it too.” Tina added.

“Yeah, and Sydney’s got it.” Richie nudged the girl beside him.

“Totally, Carm- uh, Chef. I’ve got it.” Sydney nodded, catching on to Richie’s glare at her.

Carmen felt like he could melt into the floor, face red and palms sweaty. His ears were ringing, tongue swelled thick in his mouth. You looked over at him with a small smile. “I mean, that does sound really nice. If-If it’s ok with you guys, you don’t have to-”

“-Oh no,” Richie shook his head, walking over to Carmen to clap him on the shoulders. “We insist, don’t we, cousin?” Richie laughed, leaning down to Carmen. “Don’t fuckin’ stand there like a jagoff, say somethin’.” He whispered.

“Yeah.” Carmen said, swallowing thickly around the lump in his throat. “It’s, uh, yeah. That-That sounds great.”

“Wonderful.” Richie beamed. “Six o’clock sounds good for you kids? Give you enough time to get it together.” Richie looked from you to Carmen. “Maybe for some of us to take a shower.”

Carmen could feel the heat rise from his neck to his cheeks, covering him in a furious blush. You giggled. “Definitely gives me time to get a blow out.” You laugh. “See you at six then?”

“It’s a date.” Natalie added, practically bouncing on her toes behind Carmen.

Carmen glared at her, before turning back to you. “Yeah, I-I’ll see you then.”

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rosiescrypt · 1 month

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Doctor's Visit | Implied Harvey [Stardew Valley x Reader]

Word Count: 847 Warnings: Mentions of fainting, no name used Pairing: Harvey x Disabled!Reader implied

A/N: Written in 2nd Person because I am cringe but I am free. This is not proof read at all.

Three, two, one. The way that you blacked out wasn’t too unexpected, it started happening a lot since you started to live in Pelican Town. It did come unexpectedly this time, well not really, but at this point you would like to pretend that you only passed out when you were up too late on the farm, or out in the mines, but you knew that wasn’t true.

Waking up on a hospital bed was something you had became familiar with, but not something that you had let yourself grow accustomed to. The hum was the first thing you let yourself tune into, having been out a lot longer than you were used to since they had time to move you.

“Harvey,” You called out, your eyes landing on the doctor, who was only a few feet away, reorganizing a few things.

“You’re awake,” He said, his voice cheery as he turned to look over at you, but his eyes held a deep bout of worry. You didn’t let yourself think too much into the look in his eyes as he walked to be by your side as you sat up. “Easy does it,” He said, moving his hand to give you a small bit of help to sit up.

“I’m alright,” You assured him, your voice gentle as you took his hand to help you sit up all the way, letting your feet dangle over the side of the exam table you woke up on. You didn’t say anything about how you having been asleep up there was dangerous, there were only so many resources that this small town clinic could have.

Harvey’s brow furrowed as he looked at you, his arms crossing for just a second. His mouth opened and shut a few times, like he was planning how to speak, what to say to you as you sat there, looking at him expectantly.

“You passed out in the town square,” He said after a moment. Like this was somehow going to convince you that you weren’t okay.

You couldn’t help the laugh that pushed past your lips, your head shaking gently. You knew he was telling the truth, you were there when it happened. The look of confusion that shot over Harvey’s face made you take a deep breath, clearing the laugh from your throat before speaking.

“I’m alright, I just,” You paused, thinking of how to say it. Your last job didn’t have the best health benefits, and then this one the only clinic was ran by the doctor before you. “I’m disabled.”

That was how you decided to say it, it made it a lot easier than to explain all of that.

“In your files-” Harvey started, but you promptly cut him off.

“I was unable to get a proper diagnosis before moving here,” You explained, trying not to let yourself get red in the face. You always had this small habit of second guessing yourself, why you couldn’t get a diagnosis, even when symptoms were right there.

Harvey stayed quiet, taking a moment to process before moving to pick up a clipboard, jotting a few notes on there, you watched him, confused by the man’s actions.

“What are you..” You asked, a small pause as you tried to move to see if you could read the clipboard. “Doing?” The final word came out of your lips as he set the clipboard back on the counter.

“Making a note,” He said, walking over to you, pressing the back of his hand to your head, just to make sure everything seemed fine without making it too professional feeling.

You just nodded, you didn’t seem too bothered by it, you were used to that, the notes, the comments, the “What if you’re making it up?,” all the “What if it’s just in your heads?” So in your mind, Harvey was doing the same thing.

“I can recommend you to an out of town doctor, to see if they can help you,” He said, his eyes locked on yours. “Also, I do believe you need to take it easy with the physical strain you’re putting on your body until its figured out.”

You let those words settle in, the care in his voice, the way that he was taking you seriously, you couldn’t help the large smile that came over your lips.

“I will, thank you, Harvey,” You said, you did move to hop off the examination bed. “This means a lot.”

To you this meant the world, the urge to hug the man was strong but you were fighting it off. It wouldn’t be too odd since how close knit the town was, how close you’d grown with him over the year.

“Of course, I care about you,” He said, his hand reaching to gently set on your shoulder, so you used this as a chance to push forwards to give him a hug.

You then stepped back, both of you a bit red in the face before you said your goodbyes and headed out, back to your farm, a grin on your face.

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atlasnessie · 1 month

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let it be known, i am incapable of love. wings of the devil — mini series

SYNOPSIS — osamu dazai is a feared man in the underworld, so why won’t you fear him the same ?

series masterlist tag list (open) — @cheriiyaya @kuro-chi69 @sleepykolya @kissesmellow21 @lilylylalil

DAZAI KNEW HE IS UNDESERVING OF LOVE.

he is incapable of such feelings, he believed. being one of the most feared demons of all the underworld, one adapts to the name and titles others give. even the whisper of his name brings shivers down other demons’ backs, imagining the horrid rumors of things the demon had done to those who had dared cross the wrong path with him. dazai’s enemies worst mistakes are to be his enemies in the first place, after all.

though, after coming down and falling onto your apartment balcony, he can’t help but let loose, even in the slightest ways. he can’t help but want to be taken care by you, a simple human who has really no interesting qualities. his tense feathered wings relax as he trots around the small apartment flat, his clothing gets less and less formal, his trench coat and dress shirt forgotten and the only thing he’s familiar with now is the t-shirts you buy him every once in a while.

why do you do this, he wonders. why bother trying to help a demon that could take and claim your soul at any given moment, at any opening that was available ? why bother care for him, bathe him, feed him, and do all these extra acts to a thing that would be sent away back to the underworld once a proper spell had been found ?

he never knew. perhaps you’re just a dumb, naive human.

”honestly, human, if i were you, i would’ve bitten off his head and serve it to the lowerclass of the underworld !”

“not. helping.” you grumbled, head in hands as you sat on your couch. you had arrived home in a bad mood, dazai puzzled out. your boss had just dumped files upon files on your desk that had to be done by the end of the week and not only that, he wanted you to train a newbie all at once. to the demon, that sounded like nothing but a lazy chore, he could flick his wrist and pens would start to write on their own and papers would be done and filled in no time, allowing him touring the newbie with a devilish smile. he could do it. but he wasn’t you nor an employee at your work establishment.

“a shame,” he sighed out, stretching and placing his arm behind you, nudging you with his knee. “if you were free at all this week i would’ve taken you out for a quick fly around the port. ‘s supposed to be quiet the sunsets, i’ve heard.”

you groaned again, rubbing your eyes and peaking them out from your fingers, brows furrowed as dazai leaned his head closer to you, a devilishly charming grin on his face.

“you’re really not helping. i’ve heard this newbie doesn’t know how to do shit.” with a sigh, you rest your back on the plush backrest of the couch, not having the mental strength to scold dazai to remove his arm away from your head.

“like i said, a shame.” dazai snickered, poking your cheeks with a clawed finger in tease. “those are what newbies are. they don’t know anything and need to follow you around like a little puppy dog.”

with a glare, dazai chuckles and raises in hands as if in surrender before dropping them down to his side, crossing his legs and looking at you with wide eyes.

“how about i just kill him. your boss, i mean. i could do it with a snap of my finger, just say the word.”

“you can’t kill him, dazai.” you cringe, a cartoonish thought of dazai biting your bosses head off was quite amusing, but you made sure not to let it show.

“sure i can ! he can die of a heart attack, i could twist his insides, make him loosing his footing while walking down the stairs, or—”

“no like, i don’t want you to kill him. i need my paychecks ..!” dazai’s shoulders slump, his toothy smile falling into one of dramatic disappointment.

“ah, you’re no fun, dear.”

the neighborhood streets of yokohama were wet and dark. it had just showered rain, the thick smell of fog engulfing a particular man’s lungs. he stood by a bus stop lamppost, puffing out a cloud of smoke, a thick cigar resting in between his fingers.

“waiting for the bus ?” a voice spoke up from amongst the darkness. the man shifted his eyes to the young adult, eyes smiling like crescents. he was taller than the man, his hair messy and unkept. his clothing were casual, something worn by a house husband or someone who works at home.

“yeah.” the man croaked, placing the cigar back between his lips. the taller individual hummed in response. there was a silence for a moment, the light flickering for a second or two as a car passes by, its wheels going over a small puddle of rainwater on the side before the stranger spoke again.

“you’re the boss of the building not so far from here, yes ? the one with the fancy pillars and open glass windows ?”

“ah,” the mans eyes shone with narcissism. he tossed his cigar away to the ground without thought and pulled out a business card from his breast pocket, handing it to the taller stranger with two hands. “why, yes i am ..! have you heard of me ?”

“i’ve heard plenty.” the stranger carelessly took the card without much thought, glancing at the front and back in pretend attentiveness before slipping it in his back pocket.

“i’ve also heard you have a newbie.”

“oh, yes. he works like a girl. doesn’t even know how to use a copy machine. i’m just hoping the mentor gets their shit together and do what they’re supposed to.” the man grumbled, waving his hands in disregard, only stopping when the stranger chuckles. the business man takes a closer look at the stranger. the light shone on parts of his face in a well manner and, he couldn’t help but admit, this man was quite the eye catcher. a model, perhaps ?

”who’s the mentor ?”

“some kid that’s been working here for a while. a charmer, for sure. doesn’t talk much so i don’t even bother.” the man dug in his pockets to grab his cigar case and lit one up again with well practice. he exhaled and continued. “i assigned ‘em some files, and i swear, that kid flipped me off or somethin’.”

“what’re you gonna do about it ?” the stranger holds back laughter and asks with feigned interest, his head leaning in closer.

“assign ‘em hell, of course !”

the bus slowly rolled up to the stop, its doors swinging open as the man spit out his newly lit cigar, dusting off his clothing and preparing to get on the vehicle.

“you’re not getting on ?”

“no, i’m … waiting for someone.”

the man hesitated and bid the stranger farewell, walking up the stairs as the doors closed behind him. as the bus slowly drove away from the stop, the man standing by the post turned by his heels and walked back from the direction he came from, snapping his fingers once gently with a devilish grin, the moonlight shining on his dark hair. from a distance, he could hear the businessman’s cries of pain, his nicotine filled lungs screeching in anguish.

“where have you been ?!”

“hush now, human ! no need to shout in the middle of the night !”

your hair is still wet from after your shower and your eyes are wide despite the time of night. dazai casually slips off his shoes and walk towards you, a smile on his face.

“i was taking a midnight stroll. isn’t that what humans do when they’re bored ?” you raise up a hand, stopping the demon from coming any closer.

“you reek of cigarettes.”

dazai blinks. he then lifts the collar of his shirt to his nose and sniffs it once before blinking again with innocent eyes. “i do reek,” he responded back. you grumble and point towards the small bathroom, your voice impatient as you demand of him to take a shower. the demon can’t do anything but chuckle and comply. it’ll be worth it by the morning.

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs dazai #osamu dazai #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x you #atlas writes !

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universalitgirlsblog2 · 9 days

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🍥💗EDWARD ART SERIES💗🍥

(1) NO ONE TO CHANGE BUT SELF. 🍥Change your attitude towards the past which inevitably changes future towards that event .

💗It's not about that event. It's not about changing the past or the future, there's no one to change but self and self is simply your mind.

🍥When you experience something you disliked and it happened a years ago . Where do you think this experience is taking place? If you fear future, where do you think it is taking place ?It's all happening within your mind.

🍥Past and future only exist in the mind and you have the luxury to change what you wish in the mind.

💗The way you change self is to imagine with feeling anything you want,it must be something you want, not something you think you should want , something you have to want or else.

🍥Remove consequences from the mind, remove all punishments , impart yourself from guilt. Remove having to get things. Remove that stress. You do this by simply imagining what you want with the feeling of actual freedom to do so. A memory bothering you ? You find yourself cringing when you remember those memories?

💗 Ask yourself. Where is this taking place? Within Me.Who was cringing? Me . Who was imagining this ? Me. Once you reassure yourself that it's all within you , you change it. Ask yourself again. Can I change my feeling ? YES! Can I change it this how I wanted it to go ?YES! . Can I let this go entirely if I wish to let it go ? YES!Can I imagine what I wish ? YES! then do it , don't wait. Even if it's nagging you , don't fight but change it to what you want.

🍥If I'm imagining exactly what I want , the feeling will happen naturally. It must be exactly what I want or else I struggle to feel.

💗CREATING MY OWN HEAVEN IN MY MIND IS MY GOAL.

🍥Neville tells us not to live in desire. The Bible tells us to stop sinning. William Blake tells us not to suppress our desire. Take these words very seriously. If you have any tiny bit of desire , no matter how small . Neville tells us to fulfill it mentally. Keep pruning each day . Remove all the rules and consequences. Remove the outer world when you imagine. Remove all ideas of what you should do or have to do. Do what you want.

💗Whenever I am not not feeling and imagining well , the answer is : " I am not imagining what I want ." This is always my answer. The moment I actually go towards exactly waht I want , I become fulfilled. The fears go alway and bliss comes. I do not care what fear pops up. None of that matters to me. All that matters is that I fulfill it within me. MAKE CONSCIOUSNESS MY ONLY REALITY.

🍥Neville said this " You want to be free of all embarassment? How would you feel this night If you were not embarrassed, that not a thing in this world could embarrass you ? How would you feel where it so?".

💗When I assume it , I do not care about how it will happen or when or even if it is possible . All I care about is changing my entire feeling to exactly what I want. Then it's my own strange way, it grows my world. This is what I mean by giving yourself what you truly want . Find something deep that you want , and dare to assume it. This is what truly changes the "self" and that " self " will be expressed.

(2) LET GO OF CONTROL AND CONTROL SELF. 🍥There is no objective reality. Meaning the idea of coward to one is different to another. Everyone perceives things different. You may be grand in ones eyes but evil in another. The trick is not care about either and go to what you want.

💗Neville forgot to exercise the law. But he did not blame himself, instead he went straight to the law. He let go of all the HOW'S and slept in the assumption that he was married with that woman. He fell asleep as the one he WANTED to be. It was what his hearts desired. " NEVER BLAME, ONLY RESOLVE" - Neville.

🍥Who else can fulfill the desires in your heart, other than you?

💗Neville imagined to change his MIND. TO CHANGE HIS FEELING OF "I". He imagined to change the only thing that is expressed himself. Neville, at this time, knew he can change reality, if he changes himself. Since he was solely imagining on changing the FEELING of himself,he was able to persist regardless of circumstances. He did not care what others said , where he was at this world or his rejection. He ONLY cared about IMAGINING what he wanted.

🍥He let go of controlling his outer world and controlled himself. The world is reflecting self. And " SELF" is everything you think you HAVE and ARE. He may have got rejected and thought, " I am stuck . I have to stay there ". Instead, he changed himself , he changed what he believed he was and had in his mind. Now he believed he was back in New York. He HAS his bed back , his wife back etc. He has what he wants in his mind.

💗"This is how I do it: When I close my eyes this world is shut out and I , like Isaac , am blind to the outer world. Then I feel myself into the state of my desire. With my inner eye I see it all around me , I sense it's solidity, and when my five senses are awakened I have the feeling of relief, knowing it's accomplished. - Neville,Wonder Working Power.

🍥Neville removes the idea or concept of there even being an " outer self " when he imagines. He then FEELS what he wishes,see's what he wishes.

💗The great secret is the most freeing. It is to do anything you wish in your mind. You truly are the most high in your mind. You are powerful in your mind that NOBODY can imprison you, you can only imprison yourself. Nobody can free you,you can only free yourself. You are the RULER in your mind. You can be the king or the peasant. It is the entirely up to you, to what you desire to be in your mind.

🍥Don't think in terms of things coming to you. Think in terms of things coming FROM you. This means it was within you along.

(3)HE WHO WILL NOT LIVE BY LOVE MUST BE SUBDUED BY FEAR. 💗Fear will eventually , even if it is slow , conquer you, if and only if you are not filling your mind with what you love. If you do not choose LOVE you must be subdued by fear.

🍥The first manifestation of fear is withing the body. The body becomes afraid, the gut tightens and the muscles tense. Breathing becomes shallow and frustration start to form. These irritations then come back to the kind and the mind naturally starts to think of things it dislikes. Fear bears fruit of guilt, paranoia,uneasiness, sabotage, rage etc. But the ROOT is FEAR

💗The goal is to NOT change each and every fearful thought. It is not to argue and contemplate on the fear. However, doing that is not in itself harmful, but it is more of a detour. To get to the true heart of the issue, we must REMOVE FEAR ENTIRELY.The ONLY reason you are even thinking fearful things is because you FEEL fear. If you did not feel fear, you would not ever think fearful things.

🍥Do you fight them? Try to reason your way out of the feeling of fear? Try to force a good thought? This is the wrong approach. You still are not understanding who you are WITHIN if you do that. NEVER BLAME YOURSELF FOR FEARFUL THOUGHTS. Never blame, only resolve them within. You have the power to resolve to what you want. Don't waste that power on blaming yourself.

💗YOU ARE THE CREATOR. This means you are creating that fearful thought. When the fearful thought comes up, take FULL RESPONSIBILITY for it! See it as your creation! This means you are ALWAYS GREATER than what you are creating in your mind. The fearful thought is only there because you created it to be there. It has NO power of its own. It is truly all your dream.

🍥When you take responsibility for that fearful thought as your creation, ask yourself this simple question, "What is it that I would LOVE to think?" From here as the Creator, you can start to go towards LOVE. LOVE is the most powerful "thing" if you will, within you. Why? Because it never fails to TRANSFORM "SELF." Fear can be stagnant, but LOVE TRANSFORMS.

💗Your world is REFLECTING SELF. Since it is reflecting "SELF," then how can we transform "SELF" in the most efficient and best way possible? Through LOVE. By actually going within our minds and doing what we LOVE, having what we LOVE. This changes us at our very core.

🍥 From this new feeling of freedom and love, you will find it incredibly easy to think what you want. You will even find it harder to feel fear. This ease and love starts to become your natural State. People will start treating you in a better way. You won't even have to imagine every little thing going your way, it just will. Things you wanted months ago, start appearing in your world. Things that bothered you deeply, literally has no effect on you anymore. Why? Because you are no longer DESIRING, no longer FEARING. You are living in FULFILLMENT. Fulfillment in Love. You are actually living what you LOVE within, and this love expresses itself without.

(4)INNER MAN MUST BE EXALTED. 💗In order to feel completely free, you must identify yourself with the one within you.

🍥When Neville says "Leave the world just as it is and change self. No one to change but self," he means the self that is within, the only self there is. Why leave the world alone? Because it is only an expression of "SELF!" 💗That voice, the one in you that imagines, is YOU. THAT IS THE ONE WHO IS DESIRING. THAT IS THE ONE WANTS TO BE EXALTED. THAT IS THE ONE WHO WANTS TO HAVE THEIR DESIRES FULFILLED.

🍥You will identify yourself from within and you will grant your every wish from within. It does not matter if it is impossible, if your "SELF" wants it, grant it within. There are no rules for that "Self." If it wants guilt gone, then remove guilt in the mind. Feel forgiven and its all fine, that Self the true you, is desiring that. There are no rules that says you cant have. The beautiful thing is that the inner world can give you anything.

💗If you embarrass yourself in your mind, or hurt yourself, spark fear into yourself, you are doing that to "Self" the true you which is expressed. You worry about what society thinks, what so-so might think? Who is worrying? SELF! It is ALL YOU. Then you feel hurt, scared and you feel you can have what you want but who is hurt and scared? Your body? No, it is the inner you, the true you. The one who can shed its skin (state) like a snake. When you are fearing, who is doing it? THAT "SELF!" YOU. IT IS IMAGINING IT! But that "Self" does not want to feel that fear anymore, it desires to imagine something new. But since you identify yourself with outer-world and outer-self instead of your True Self and inner-world where everything is possible, you remain stuck. "SELF" becomes irritated, fearful etc. You feel fear in your body, your irritations, that angst will forever remain until you fulfill it within.

🍥You want to change ? Then leave the fearful, embarrassing, irritating world just as it is. Do exactly what Neville says. Then identify yourself FULLY with your True Self, the one that is desiring within. Then fulfill all your dreams to its fullest. 💗Identify yourself, not with this world, but with the one within, the one who is truly desiring.

(5)IMAGINING IS FUN. 🍥 Thoughts come FROM your feeling.

💗All those thoughts of fear, all those thoughts of what bad thing could happen, all the thoughts of "what if it never happens?" Every one of them, comes FROM the FEELING.

🍥If is the FEELING that is the cause of the thought, then that means the thought HAS NO POWER OF ITS OWN. That means the thought HAS NO TRUTH IN ITSELF. That means the thought IS CREATED. It means that if you change your FEELING all the thoughts necessary for you to think for your bridge of incidents are ALREADY LAID OUT FOR YOU.

💗 Change the word "belief" to FEELING. Think only in terms of these: Creating, Feeling and Thinking. You create the feeling you want and from that thoughts come. That is a STATE.

🍥 Remove this idea that beliefs are hard to change and they are blockages in your subconscious.

💗Change the word "belief" to "feeling" because the word "belief" sounds too difficult to change. But once you understand a belief is merely a FEELING (just like desiring is just a feeling), the idea of "changing a feeling" sounds completely achievable.

🍥Fearful Feeling gives birth to Fearful Thoughts. If you change your feeling, you would simply see there is no truth in your fearful thoughts. The only reason why you "believe" them to be true is simply because you feel it.

💗Remember we think-FROM our feelings, this is how we KNOW if we are in a State. So, just FEEL and FEEL and FEEL. Give yourself entirely to the FEELING (because the FEELING is your "end"), then you will NATURALLY THINK-FROM that position. There is NO WORK ON YOUR PART.

🍥FREE YOURSELF IN YOUR MIND ENTIRELY. Stop caring if it will happen or what will happen, REALITY IS YOUR MIND. IT REFLECTS "SELF."

💗FEEL EVERYTHING YOU WANT AND THE THOUGHTS WILL COME. IT IS FUN!It is only fun if you imagine and feel what you want. It's not fun "trying to get" or "trying to manifest" or "checking the world to see if it is growing." Growth, getting what you want, experiencing what you want is WITHIN!

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bluecollarmcandtf · 4 months

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My Mall Santa

This is Christian. Right now he's suiting up to work as my Santa for the next few days, but that wasn't what he came in here to do. This guy walked into my mall and began yelling at me for running out of a certain item he wanted to buy; it was some fancy necklace for his fiance. I explained that specialty jewels like that get sold out fast this time of year, but he shot back with his own entitled arguments.

"Do you know who I am?" he yelled, "I'm not some plumber looking for a dime-store watch! Just show me to the high-end stuff!"

By that point, the whole jewelry store was staring, so I quietly relented, "Fine sir, follow me. Hopefully, we can find something for you."

I led him to the back, but I knew he didn't deserve a fine quality necklace, and his fiance didn't deserve a jerk like him. Sure, Christian was quite the catch; handsome, assertive, and obviously rich. Just a glance at him would give that away...

...but my Santa called in sick that morning, so I'd been waiting all day for some asshole to test me and see what happens. Christian was about to discover my favorite hobby, hypnosis.

Once we were in the privacy of the storage room, I pulled out the crowned jewel of my collection. It was a long pendant with a single red ruby weighing the chain down. It caught the light in the darkest of rooms, and it quickly soaked in all of Christian's attention.

The guy had no idea what this necklace was capable of. He didn't notice as his breaths drew longer or as his head dipped lower. I doubt he even noticed that I started speaking to him, "You shouldn't be so rude to strangers. I'm going to use you for a while, but when I'm done, you won't be rude to anyone ever again."

"I won't be rude to anyone ever again..." he repeated. His intense stare continued to burn into the ruby.

"That's right, but for now, you're just going to get dressed and be my Santa, got it?"

"Yes, get dressed and be your Santa..."

I smiled and peeled the pendant from his gaze. It took him a moment, but he shook off the hypnosis and straightened himself up.

Christian's brow furrowed in confusion as he stumbled on his words, "I'm sorry about my outburst...uh...I'm going to be your Santa?"

"That's right big guy," I clapped him on the back and shoved an old cardboard box into his arms, "Get changed and meet me out front. Hurry up, there's already a line of excited kids waiting to sit on your lap!"

Christian cringed at the mention of children. He was clearly not a family man, but nevertheless, he unfolded the box and pulled out the old Santa suit. He looked at it with disdain, but got to work taking off his dressy clothes like I'd instructed, shoulders slumped in defeat.

Walking back out into the bustling mall, I searched for some more guys I could recruit. The line to see Santa was getting long, and I didn't want to be the one managing all those snot-nosed kids and their grumpy parents. It didn't take long before I found a pair of arrogant jocks laughing at the little kids. Those two would be perfect as Santa's helpers...

I lured the two of them into the back under the pretense that they would get some free merchandise. Overly-confident athletes like them were almost too gullible. The only thing that finally stopped their dumb snickers was the ruby pendulum. Their smiles faltered as their eyes locked onto the swinging gem.

"You two are going to shut up and be Santa's little helpers, understand," I commanded.

"Yes," they repeated, "We will shut up and be Santa's helpers."

I smiled and dropped the necklace, breaking their trance. The two jocks seemed alarmed as they realized they could no longer joke around with each other. They couldn't do anything other than while out their arms and accept the two sets of costumes I handed to them.

"Put them on, boys," I added, "And remember to keep those big mouths shut. Just keep the kids in line and let Santa do the talking!"

It wasn't long before I finally got Santa and his Elves out on the floor, ready to finally satisfy that long line of waiting families.

Santa might have looked a little different than most kids would have expected, and the elves certainly looked like they hated their lives, but what else can you expect from a mall Santa?

Christian endured each and every child that sat on his lap, mumbling their wishes in his ear. By the end of the day, his legs were sore and his Santa costume was sticky: probably from candy and whatever else was in those kids' fingers.

The two jocks were perfect as elves, waiting quietly behind Santa until they needed to usher a child to and from the big guy. A few of their university mates might have spotted them dressed up as Santa's helpers. I'm pretty sure they laughed hysterically when they saw the two of them, capturing as many photos as they could.

"Alright, today's shift is over!" I announced to them gleefully.

"I'm never doing that again," one of the elves grumbled as he shoved off his costume.

"Actually, you'll be back tomorrow!" I reminded, "You might want to wash your elf clothes, because you'll be here all day again!"

The two jocks pouted and stormed away. The mall was closing down but I was confident the two of them would report back bright and early for another long day of elfwork.

"Crap, I'm late for dinner with my fiance," Christian suddenly stood up in alarm, still wearing his heavy Santa costume.

I pulled the ruby out of my pocket and held it in front of my mall Santa, "Forget about her. You're going to drive me back to my place and be my personal Santa for the night."

With his eyes glued to the red gem, Christian repeated, "I'll forget about her and drive you to your place. Tonight, I'm your personal Santa."

"Good Santa," I patted his head, "And I want you to laugh and talk like Santa would in the movies. That'll really sell the Christmas magic!"

I smiled as Christian woke up from the brief trance. Again, he looked confused but didn't hesitate to grab my hand and lead me to his car. "Ho ho ho!" he bellowed in joyful laughter as he gazed at me, twinkle in his eye.

All I wanted for Christmas was Santa, and for tonight, I could do whatever I wanted with him...

#gay hypnosis #hypno story #male transformation #gay ai art

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kestisvrse · 6 months

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making up for lost time

pairing ⋆ harry osborn (ps5) x gn!reader. angst, fluff. crushing.

synopsis ⋆ harry comes to visit you after being m.i.a for a year.

warnings ⋆ cringe rizz, anxious, first time writing. | wc: 0.6k

everyone has those days were they wake up and can just sense somethings going to happen that day, and living in new york city with a literal superhero swinging around, the feeling was often correct.

today… today was different. it was like a pit in your stomach you get as a kid the night before christmas, the excitement of santa coming in your house to put presents under the tree kind of feeling.

which was odd, because it was around six now, sun almost set as golden hues set along the buildings of new york. unlocking your apartment door you huffed slightly, the anxious feeling for nothing ruined your day, filled you with paranoia.

setting your things down you head for the kitchen to grab any leftovers and plop down on the couch to watch a show to relax, but that moment of peace was quickly interrupted. furrowing your brows as a knock appeared at your door, setting your food back on the table and rising from your seat you shuffled towards the door.

unlocking the door you are met with harry osborn, a face you hadn’t seen in over a year besides the photos tapped in your room and in your camera roll.

he stood there grinning, auburn hair a little messy, like he had been running against the wind, the lightest freckles covering his face that could be missed easily, but you remembered them vividly. he wore a grey henley with a army green jacket, and before you could observe the rest of his outfit you were interrupted.

“i didn’t think i was that good looking” harry teased, you snapped your eyes up to meet his, your cheeks turning slightly pink from embarrassment

“harry.. hi” you muttered out

“hi” his giant grin faded to a small smile “i have a lot to tel- explain to you.” he said looking to his shoes, slightly shifting his weight onto one foot

you nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at you to see it, stepping to the side for him to walk in. he looked around, admiring how well the apartment resembled you.

“mj told me” he turned around and furrowed his brows “that… that you weren’t in europe.”

“right” he cleared his throat, taking a seat on your couch

“i wish you had told me.. i know i wouldn’t have been able to be with you but it would have helped, rather than texting you every week.” he fiddled with his fingers as you sat next to him

“i’m sorry. i wish i had, but i j…just couldn’t” he replied, you nodded looking down at his nervous hands, reaching forward to grab onto one “i didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“it’s okay, i just… i missed you. you do look great though, by the way.” a lopsided smile appearing on your face

“i knew you were checking me out”

“you are ruining the moment” you giggled pushing him slightly with your shoulder, hands slowly weaving together

“i can’t say much, you are still as beautiful as ever” he flirted, a nervous smile appeared on your face as pink tinted your cheeks

“still such a flirt.” you hummed, he shrugged, “god i missed you so much” you chuckled, tears threatened to spill from your eyes just from the shock of it all

“oh please don’t cry” he brought a hand up to wipe away a fallen tear, “i’m here again. and i am healthy” you nod and smile at him, wiping away stray tears with your free hand.

“any plans tonight? want to have those silly movie nights we used to have?” you beamed

“i would be an idiot to deny such a request” harry joked, quickly admiring your features

you smiled at each other, just sitting in each others presence after a year had been taken away from you.

first time writing sorry its bad LOL

#harry osborn x reader #harry osborn ps5 x reader #harry osborn #spiderman 2 ps5 #spiderman #harry osborn imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #x reader #sienna’s fics

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sanjifucker42069 · 6 months

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Looks Like Lingerie to Me - Part Two

Word Count: 1.4k

Part 1

A belated and awkward part 2. I’ll start writing part 3 in the morning (it’s like 1am lmao)

For those who need a visual aid, here. (oof feels like wattpad or quotev but girlypops i am cringe but i am free. it isnt a perfect representation, but its pretty accurate. titilating, no? ;) )

Warnings: Lingerie lmao…this is pretty short, and is just a set-up for part 3. A lot of this is my own feelings surrounding cis men in lingerie. As with part 1 gender neutral reader. Yeah! Hope you enjoy!

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Sanji couldn't stop thinking about it. You thought he'd look hot in lingerie? You thought he looked slutty?

It had overtaken every waking moment. Any time he wasn't focused on a task all he could see was the dumb stare you gave him, eyes focused on his thighs.

He'd love to wear lingerie for you if it meant you'd stare at him like that.

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The Going Merry was docked, the Straw Hats carrying out their duties, and Sanji had a plan.

"I'm gonna go shopping. You coming (Name)? Sanji can carry our bags." Nami preened, looking absolutely glowing at the prospect of new clothes. Sanji bit his lip. He wanted to go with Nami and you, really he did, but if either of you caught on he'd die of embarrassment.

"You okay, Ji?"

Huh?

You were asking something.

"What? Oh, yeah, love. I'm fine. I'm afraid I have business to attend to on the island."

You blinked at him before smiling that dazzling smile up at him. He was smitten, his fortitude nearly wavering. "Of course. You do what you gotta do!"

Business his ass. Instead he hurried to check out the town.

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A small, seedy shop tucked away in an alley. Sanji entered the store warily. A small, old woman trotted out from the back. Sanji blanched. He didn't want to discuss this with a grandma!

"Hello young man, here for something for your wife?"

Sanji felt himself flush. He tried to wander around the store. "No, no-"

"Your girlfriend then?"

Ah. This grandmother didn't know when to quit.

"Not exactly?"

The old lady grabbed his arm. Sanji raised a brow, turning back to her. She was grinning at him, eyes narrowed and sparkling with something he couldn't place.

"Is it for you? Such a handsome young man as yourself."

What? Sanji's face was on fire. He was flustered beyond belief. His hands were lightly shaking, eyes darting around for anyone else in the store.

"Come with me darling. My name's Bea." The old lady chimed, dragging Sanji with her. "What colour were you thinking?"

"Oh, um." Sanji was panicking, voice high. Did she even have lingerie for men? "Blue?"

Bea hummed. "I do have blue, but I have a lovely pink set that would just make your skin pop."

Pink? Sanji didn't think it was possible to flush darker, and yet here he was. "I, uh, would it even fit me?"

"Of course sonny! You're quite slim." Bea swatted at his arm, patting his biceps for good measure as she led him through the store. "So, tell me about the lucky one."

"They're beautiful." Sanji began dreamily. Where should he even start? "The most gorgeous creature I've ever laid my eyes on. They have this laugh that just brightens up any room, and such a sense of humour. I’ve been smitten with them since I met them.”

“You two aren’t together?”

Sanji shook his head sadly. “No, no. We’re just good friends. They, uh… Do you know what shirt stays are?”

Bea laughed, patting the cook on the arm. “Say no more.”

She let go of him when they reached the back of the store. Sanji watched nervously as she carded through a rack of, well, did it really constitute clothing? Skimpy piece after skimpy piece were revealed.

And then he saw it.

It was a gorgeous baby pink. Bea ahhed as she removed it from the rack, holding it up to inspect it. She turned to face him, sizing him up next to the set. Sanji felt his throat go dry as he really took it in.

The set was a simple baby pink bralette, made from some kind of sheer lacy material with a flower motif. The plunging neckline was created to draw attention to the cleavage, and it was adorned with some delicate string of pearl-like decoration to highlight the collarbones. The panties were the same sheer material, clear that they weren’t to hide much. The sides of it were accentuated with cute ruffles that further added a feminine touch. Sanji felt lightheaded.

Finally, it was a beautiful pastel garter belt that sat in the middle, completing the look. It too was made from the same stretchy, sheer lace. It would wrap around the waist, strategic cutouts to accentuate the waist, hips, and the bellybutton. The central cutout had a simple chain of pearls to add interest and movement. Four satin-looking ribbons led from bottom front and back, with clips attached to hold up stockings.

Oh, maybe his shirt stays were kinda…

Nonetheless, it was breathtaking. Sanji had clearly marvelled at it for too long, as Bea chuckled, causing him to flush red. The old woman, lingerie in hand, led him to a mirror.

“I’m…I can’t.”

Bea just chuckled, holding the hanger up against him. “Look in the mirror boy, I’ve been making lingerie for fifty years. This suits you.”

Sanji obeyed her, staring at himself in the mirror. What he saw took his breath away. He looked a mess, face red and hair messy. He had to hand it to the old woman, the colour was flattering against him. Even the cut looked good. Sanji shifted from foot to foot, anxiety creeping in. He wasn’t really sure how he felt about looking so…so feminine.

Sanji was a man. It wouldn’t be right for him to wear something so delicate and gorgeous. Right? Of course women’s clothing was beautiful, the fabrics they used, the stylish designs he’d seen the girls on the ship sport. Men’s clothing just, well it was meant to be masculine and boring. Right? He couldn’t let himself give in to that want to feel pretty, that would be wrong.

Right?

Bea, clearly noticing his inner struggle, scoffed.

“Sonny.”

“Sanji.” “Right. Sonny, I’ve been doing this for a long time.” “You, uh, you already said that.”

“I know that!” Bea snapped, swatting at him. Sanji’s gaze drifted back to the pink lace. “I’ve been doing this for a long time. When I started, well, I made boring beige bras and the same lacy black underwear again, and again, and again. I got bored. I got creative! And when I got creative, I became determined to make people feel pretty. People, Sonny, not women.”

Sanji went rigid, his throat was so dry. Was he that obvious? All he could make out was a simple, “Oh?”

Bea grinned. “Everyone deserves the right to feel pretty.” Sanji opened his mouth to speak but the old woman just held up a wrinkled hand. “Nope. Don’t care if you’re a ‘man’. Everyone. Sonny, one day you’ll realise that being a ‘man’ is more than just grunting like an ape, or never showing any vulnerability, or even having a penis. Man is a state of mind, and Sonny, the sooner you feel comfortable in who you are, the more beautiful life is going to be for you.”

Sanji felt breathless. “Really?”

“Really.” Bea nodded, a fondness in her eyes. “Come, we’ll get you a choker to go with it, I have just the one.”

Sanji felt a million miles away as Bea led him to the shop counter. She handled a delicate pink satin choker with care, presenting it to him. It was a giant bow, a simple snap holding it in place around the neck. Simple, but delicate. If Sanji was honest with himself, he liked it.

“Like a million berry! Your precious one will love you in it!” Bea smiled fondly at him. “So, Sonny, you buying?”

Sanji sucked in a deep breath. When he spoke his voice was foreign to him, a shakiness underlying the wispiness. Sanji felt like he was treading water, unsure and scared of the newness of it all. He could drown at any moment.

“Yeah.”

“Good, good!”

So Sanji paid. Bea took extra care to wrap the lingerie up in a delicate pink tissue paper. His own little present. She then promptly put it in an unmarked bag. She understood, shooting him a wink.

“So, anyone, huh?”

“Oh yes, yes. You see, originally I made them for my girlfriend when I was a much younger lady. She was a farmer’s daughter, wonderful girl, shared many a kiss with her, and then some! Now I make these lovely ones for my current husband. You remind me a lot of him, Sonny. You see he lets me wear this harness thing that I put in his a-”

“Thank you grandma, I’ll be out of here now!”

“Yes, yes. Good luck, Sonny! Stop by with your sweetie and get something nice one day, okay?” Bea waved her goodbyes from the doorway, smiling that same sweet old woman smile. Sanji clutched the bag to his chest tightly.

Right. Time to put the plan into place.

#one piece x reader #opla sanji x reader #sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #opla x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #zeff didnt eat his own fucking leg for sanji to be called a vinsmoke but for tagging purposes i must #DONT START ME ON HOW MUCH I WANNA BEAT THE TOXIC MASCULINITY OUTTA THIS MAN.#me to judge: look what youve done. you fucked up a perfectly good babygirl thats what youve done #anyway....guess i need to actually make a masterlist lmAOOOOO #if you read all the tags: you think its gonna fit him like a glove??#lmao maybe one of those disposable gloves you pull on too tight ant one of the fingers rips and now your pinky is just hanging out? yeah

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harunovella · 1 year

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just give me a taste ; s.g.

synopsis: a devoted church goer and descendant of powerful vampire hunters, you have caught the attention of the new father of the church: a man you suspect to be the center of all disappearances. little did you know, fate has something brewing for you and the sinful nightwalker...

cw: f!reader, priest/vampire!gojo x vampire hunter!reader, mentions of blood, pet names (little one, little dove, lots of "little"), intercourse within a church, blood drinking (he's a vampire ofc), attempted murder, dub con, basically no prep/unprotected sex, hinted virginity loss, overstim, gojo is a beast and goes at it like one (insatiable much?), somethings in the air and you aren't stopping him?, groping, creampie (kinda), cockwarming, ambiguous ending... 18+ MDNI!

wc: 3k+

an: was supposed to post this on Halloween but oh well here it is now! I love the idea of vampire gojo so here's a little somethin somethin... tbh I just love supernatural/fairytale au's and I am so tempted to do a werewolf!toji one? also, vampire!geto bc tbh he legit looks like one, so... anyway, enjoy! title inspo

There was no coincidence. At least to you there was none. The number of murders rising exactly at the same moment the town's local church gained a new priest. What were the odds?

You were well versed in all that was claimed to be folk lore. You knew of the beasts that lurked within the shadows, freeing themselves from the darkness once the moon was high and bright. Those that preyed on the weak. Those that fed on flesh and blood. Those that gained their youth through their victims' demises. The night walkers.

And you were sure Father Gojo was one.

It wasn't a secret that the creatures of the night existed, it was the matter that many of the towns folk chose to either be ignorant or cower in fear and avoid them at all costs. Curfews existed for a reason, but as the death tolls increased, the hours grew earlier and earlier. What once was at sunset became hours just before sun even reached the horizon.

Fear was rising and you were sure the town's threat was feeding off of that, too. Enjoying the worry and the paranoia of who the suspect was, wrongfully pointing fingers at those who seemed suspicious. It put the town in a state of madness, matters growing worse as more drained bodies were found.

And maybe it was getting to you, too... at least, that's what your friends believed. How was it possible the a priest who walked in the daylight, was a blood sucker?

"No way is Father Gojo a nightwalker," Shoko shook her head. The young brunette stood amongst you and your other, dear friend, Utahime. "How would he be able to step foot into a church without... I don't know, burning?"

Sighing as you peeked over to said church, seeing the white haired man kindly say his goodbyes to various groups of people, you shook your head, "it isn't what fairytales make them out to be. They don't cringe at garlic or fear the cross. They don't burn under the spritz of holy water. They are practically the undead who survive off of the living's blood."

"And you know this because..." Utahime trailed as your eyes widened, quickly looking at the two with an awkward laugh as you waved your hand dismissively.

"Reading! Lots of reading! I've read so many stories from hunters far and wide that spread their knowledge of nightwalkers," you nodded as the two, young women tilted their heads. "It's not like they don't exist..."

"We still have no proof that they do, either. It's all stories," Utahime sighed. "Word of mouth. Written on paper."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Shoko huffed as she crossed her arms.

"You don't want that..." you mumbled, but the two were already walking off, leaving you behind with a subtle frown and a shake of your head.

It wasn't like you could give your identity away. Being a hunter was part of who you were, part of your bloodline. Ancestors who fought off the evil and protected the innocent from them. A woman like you, who went to church, tended to her family and had a social life did not seem like the kind who knew how to precisely take down and slaughter a nightwalker. It was absolutely absurd, something unheard of. A man's job.

At least, that's how the townsfolk perceived it. Only men were capable of protecting others. Them being the larger population of those who saved lives. When, in reality, the women of your family and all those before you were the ones with the higher kill count. In fact, one of the very first nightwalker hunters was a female and she was the woman you descended from.

However, this wasn't an argument you could even have... just something you rambled on in your mind when an ignorant slime of a man claimed only he and his kind could protect the weak and vulnerable—the women and children.

Snapping out of your thoughts as you found yourself staring at the man you believe to be a threat to your town, Father Gojo slightly tilted his head as his eyes from behind his rounded sunglasses landed on you. A bright grin grew on his lips as he lifted and waved a hand at you. Always so charming. Always so charismatic. But you never fell for any of it. Kindly waving back before turning to join your friends, you took in a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

You hoped he wasn't on to you. After all, it had been weeks now since you started watching him, keeping an eye on his way of being. It wasn't something you were new at, you were trained for this. Father Gojo would be another name added to the list of nightwalkers your family took down.

However, unlike the rest, this one was the wisest and most skilled. All those moments you shared with him, whether it be alone or amongst others, he was careful with how he carried himself and how he spoke. He was strategic and you were sure this man was of something greater... something beyond you. How else would he survive under the sun?

Questions lingered in your head about how powerful he could be... but, you wouldn't let that stop you, would you?

It was one of those nights where you stayed in and flipped through the pages of one of your family's journals. There was a faint drizzle outside, the beautiful moon hidden behind dark clouds that rolled into the night sky. You sat comfortably against your window sill, wrapped in a cozy, fleece blanket as your eyes danced along the written text. You were so deep in your reading, recounting stories of powerful night walkers that were taken down—their abilities, their strength... what it took to defeat them—that you flinched at the sound of knocking. With a sigh, you settled the book down, leaving it opened to where you had been reading, before exiting your room and making it to your front door.

"Oh, you're awake!" The older woman before you sighed in relief as your eyebrows furrowed. She was your neighbor, someone you had known for quite some time as she and her 18 year old granddaughter would visit you often with their baked goods and bright auras. "I need your help! My— My grand baby... I— I haven't seen her. I haven't heard from her. I don't know where she is, she never comes home past sundown, she's a smart girl and is always on time! I— I—"

"It's alright," you said as you reached for her hands. "I'll go out and look for her, okay?"

"But—"

"It'll be alright," you nodded, reassuring her. "Remember, my parents taught me self defense. You just go back home and I'll handle the rest, okay?"

Gulping as she nodded, tear stained cheeks and a body covered in a drenched coat, you ushered her to go back home and lock up and to only answer the door to you or her granddaughter should she return. She didn't hesitate to do so, thanking you profusely before rushing back over to her home. You, on the other hand, slid on your coat over your nightwear. It wasn't ideal to go out in your night gown, but you had an inkling as to where the girl might be and you weren't about to waste any time.

The church wasn't too far from your home, making it a rather quick journey over. Something in you, maybe it was your gut instinct or your ancestors whispering to you, knew very will where the 18 year old was. You rushed over, clinging onto your coat as the rain picked up its pace. The moment you stood on the church's steps, the downpour came rushing towards the ground. With a deep breath, you removed your hood and pulled out your stake before quietly pushing the doors open and slipping inside.

The church wasn't large, but it was still decent in size as you began your silent search. It didn't take long for you to find what you needed—evidence. Blotches of blood left a trail along the wooden floors, leading you to where you assumed the victim was. You had hoped and prayed she was okay, but you feared it may have been too late.

You also hated how right you were now that you spotted the man you theorized to be the menace of your town.

Peeking through the cracks of an ajar door, you easily recognize the broad shoulders that were hunched over. The lengthy body that was on its knees as a body laid limp before it. You easily recognized those shoes. They belonged to the young woman. Trailing your eyes down and spotting the blood splatter that coated the ground, the sound of a whimper made you flinched as you accidentally bumped into a frame. The sound of it shifting and scratching the wall caused your eyes to widen. You were ready to hide, but your luck ran thin. Or... perhaps, out.

With eyes wide, wider than they'd ever been, you slowly backed up as the white haired predator stood before you. Porcelain skin with blood staining it, matching his button down shirt. Flecks scattered his hair, dripping lightly from his twisted grin, licking his fangs while lurking forward. You nearly forgot just how fast these monsters were, moving within the blink of an eye.

"It took you long enough, little one," he finally spoke as you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to stiffen your shaking hands. You were terrified, to say the least. There was something sinister about him... something you were terrified of. You may not have encountered plenty of his mind, but none made your skin crawl like he did. "I had been eagerly waiting. I tried to be patient, I really did. I knew you sensed it. Your instincts were going berserk, were they not? I had to take it a step forward to finally get you out of hiding...

"You, a one of a kind. I had to come and find you. The church was the perfect fit. Who would have expected the priest to be the murderer? Certainly no one but you, of course," he chuckled as you shivered. "It took longer than I had hoped, finding you was a pain, but to lure you out? Quite the hassle. Of course, that never stopped me. Not when it is you. It was always you."

Bumping into a wall as you let out a faint gasp, you found yourself too deep in shock to even do what you were trained for. You were wasting too much time fighting with your own fear. He was right there, so close, you could've stabbed him... couldn't you? You could've fought him, yet you stood there, almost as if your mind were void of any thought of self defense. Your fight or flight nowhere to be seen. And he caught on to this rather quickly. Probably why it was so easy for him to lift and pin your wrists above your head.

"There is something about hunter blood like yours that is so special," he lowly spoke, leaning in towards your neck as his sharp teeth grazed your skin, "I can smell it. Unlike anything else I have ever encountered... I just need a taste." Looking deeply in your eyes, Gojo furrowed his brows. Charming his victims was easy, why weren't you titling your neck for him?

Almost as if you snapped out of your terror, you lifted your knee and slammed it against his groin. Twisting your wrists out of his grip and shoving him back before tackling him onto the ground, you aimed your stake at his heart, only to stop at the sound of his boisterous laugh.

"I should have known better than to try and charm someone like you!" He shook his head as he lied beneath you, your stake still aimed at his dead heart.

"What do you mean?!" You finally broke your silence, eyebrows narrowed as he continued to laugh, mouth open obnoxiously wide, lips still very much covered in fresh blood. "Tell me!" You demanded, pressing your stake slowly into him.

Licking his lips, he winked, "you will find out."

Gasping as he suddenly thrusted his hips against yours as you had been straddling him, you felt your heart skip a beat as your grip on your stake slipped. "You—!"

"I never wanted to kill you, little dove," he breathed, "but... it seems like you want to kill me. How painful..."

"Why? You seemed perfectly fine killing everyone else," you furrowed your eyebrows, tightening your grip once again on your stake.

Shrugging, Gojo reached up and placed his hand against your cheek as your frown deepened. You weren't sure what he was up to... and why you weren't as disgusted as you should've been by his actions. "You are far too beautiful to have your head ripped out," he chuckled.

Shaking your head as you lifted your stake again to stab him, your wrist was locked into his large hand as he smiled yet again. "Wh—?"

"I know you feel it, too," he softly spoke grin still on his sinful lips. Your eyes zeroed in on his fangs as you felt your heart flutter. "Ah... there it is... Took you long enough, hmm?" Reaching for your other hand, he brought your fingers down towards his lips, grazing your fingertips over his fangs.

Feeling your heart flutter, you bit down and snatched your hand from his grip, squeezing his cheeks with your other as you growled, "why do you want me alive?"

Grinning at your attempt to be threatening, Gojo twirled some of your hair around his finger, "the same reason you seem to fail at killing me. How many attempts has it been? Yet... here I am..." Sighing, he lowered his hand from your hair, down the side of your neck and over your racing heart. "The reason is quite simple, my little mochi... it is our fate."

There was an odd sensation filling you, gravitating you towards him as your weapon so easily slipped from your grip. You weren't sure what it was, or how it happened. Maybe it was when you blinked? Maybe he did something to you? It was impossible, your bloodline was practically immune to the ways of his kind... Yet, here you were, lips hovering his own as you felt him breathe against you.

As if the world stopped spinning, as if time stilled, then snapped so suddenly—you were now beneath him. Lips claiming yours, stealing your breath and burning a fire so bright within you that was beyond frightening.

His large hands cradled your head as his tongue slithered into your mouth, searching and feeling the cavern before meeting your own. The way they moved and pressed and glided against one another before he sucked yours made a wonton moan leave you. A sound so foreign to you, you felt your face burning brighter. Why weren't you stopping him? Why were you reciprocating? And why were you enjoying it so much? Was it true... that it was fate?

Caressing your body with one hand as his other held the back of your head, he gave one of your breasts a rough squeeze before he parted from you. Sitting on his heels as he watched your hooded eyes lazily focus on him, he gave you a hungry grin as he undid his belt and lowered his pants, feeling himself throb in anticipation. Palming himself and letting out and deep moan, he lifted and parted your knees before bunching up your nightgown at your waist, exposing your pristine white panties that had a very obvious wet patch, beckoning him.

Caressing your clothed cunt as he shifted his eyes to meet yours, listening to your sweet sounds, he leaned forward and pressed his cheek against yours before whispering in your ear, "I am going to fuck you so deeply, little hunter, that you won't be able to hunt ever again."

Shivering at his sultry words, you felt him slip off your panties before he aligned himself with your entrance, pushing into you without a warning and not seeming to care if there was resistance and that you cried out. Whether it was pain or pleasure, the sound shot right through him, making him push deeply into you before bottoming out. For a moment he stilled—not for you but selfishly for himself over how tight you were. Squeezing him to the point his breathing faltered and growls left him.

Then your eyes shot open as he began to fuck you. Thrusting in and out, nearly pulling all the way out before fucking back into you at an animalistic pace. Your shared moans echoed across the church, a sinful sound for such a holy structure. Your cheeks stained with tears as you clutched onto his arms, nails digging into his skin as he roughly held your hips. His fingertips were already leaving bruises in his wake as you were sure he was going to destroy your cervix, split you in two, and break you like the fragile doll you were.

There was a sort of haze amongst the two of you where you saw nothing but each other, wanting nothing but each other. A sensation like no other. It was dangerously blinding, but you didn't know better, the lust was overbearing just like the slamming of his hips. He fucked you like he hated you. He fucked you like he always wanted you. You were seeing stars, your breath getting caught, your chest heaving. Your mouth was open and you were panting like an animal, unable to properly breathe as your eyes practically crossed. The sight for him only made him throw his head back in laughter, incoherent words leaving his mouth that you couldn't quite comprehend. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to matter as you milked him and came violently. Your whole body trembled, you swore you were seeing white as you nearly suffocated yourself.

Then you found yourself on all fours as he fucked you again. Again and again until you came. Until you were seeing stars all over again. Until your body became nothing but jelly. You were long gone, your head buzzing, your body aching and drenched in sweat. Every time you tried to speak, your brain short circuited.

Now riding him as you dug your nails into his shoulders, tearing holes into his shirt, Gojo's hips lifted and met your own as you cried out. His hand slipping between the two of you, rubbing tight circles and beckoning your orgasm. He didn't care if you were overstimulated, didn't care if he could break you in any given second with his inhuman speed and strength, he just couldn't get enough. And neither could you.

It all blurred, how many times had you come? You were lying beneath him, legs pressed to your shoulders as he practically folded you and continued to ravage you. You were no longer coherent, your soul left your body long ago, you were just a vessel at this point. Practically lifeless, fucked out, eyes rolled back. You could hardly move, could barely lift a finger as Gojo sat up and turned you, sitting you on his cock and fucking into you again and again. You had become his fuck toy, you were brainless, hardly acknowledging anything that was said, your whines coming out weak as your pleas came out as gentle whimpers.

Your head fell back to his shoulder as he thrusted into you, grabbing a fistful of your hair in one hand to tilt your head as his other reached between your thighs and toyed with your clit. Pinching and circling as his fangs sunk into your neck. Your blood came gushing forward as you came all over him, squirting and letting out a high shriek of ecstasy as he lapped up your blood. Your heart raced faster than humanly possible, your head spun and your body shook so violently, you weakly clung onto his thighs.

Pulling away with a satisfied smile as he licked his lips, Gojo moved a hand to hold your chin as he whispered in your ear, "have you not figured it out yet? Or maybe I fucked you too good for you to even put two and two together... There is a reason why neither of us can kill one another. Why we are so drawn to each other," he hummed, licking just beneath your ear as he gave you a few languid thrusts, spilling his seed as deeply as possible into you. Groaning in your ear as he kept himself plugged in you, he then chuckled, "you and I are soulmates."

an: feelin real bad for the neighbors granddaughter bc these two are at it like rabbits while she's bleeding to death in the room... oops... anyway, thanks for reading!

#haruno writes;#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo smut #vampire!gojo #priest!gojo #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk au

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emj4yart · 4 months

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Calling all Oncelings! I need your help!

Greetings, Onceler fandom! Tis I, MJ, just a little guy who wants your help on a big project I'm planning!

Here's the rundown: I want to do a deep-dive video on the Lorax, from its origins to its adaptations, to the cultural phenomenon that it has become, including a HUGE dedicated section to the fandom and its history! And I need your help with it! Keep reading if this interests you :D Rough outline of topics that I'm plannning on addressing:

THE CONTENT:

The Original 1971 Book

The 1972 Short

The 2012 Illumination Movie (And what went WRONG, the cut content, analysis)

The 2015 Musical

THE IMPACT:

The Onceler Fandom's Beginnings and Early Years (2012)

Shipping (Oncest, Normaler, the like)

Onceler OCs and aus! (Possibly an OC feature from those in the fandom!)

The Lorax in Meme Culture

The Resurgances of the Fandom (2015, 2021, 2023 Tiktok Boom)

Where's the fandom at now?

It's a huge project and that's why I want you all to help me with it! What do I want your help with? At the moment this is my list!

Research and Fact Checking on the "Content" Section, especially on lesser known topics like the musical or the cut content! (Pspspsps calling the five of you who actually know what the musical is)

RESEARCH AND FIRSTHAND EXPERIENCES OF THE ONCELER FANDOM'S EARLY DAYS!! I joined this place in 2023 so I don't know much about the early days of the fandom, and I want to know SO much more than I do! I want to know the scope, everything from the in-jokes to the aus to the deoncelerization. If you've been in this fandom since 2012 I would LOVE to hear from you!

Last but not least, I want the end of this video to be a love letter to this community, sharing firsthand experiences of what the Onceler as a character and the fandom means to you! I want to conduct interviews with people over discord (which is going to be a lot less fancy than it sounds so dw, it's not going to be an interrogation LMAO)

Specifics are subject to change but one thing will stay, I want to end the video to be made out of raw Love and Appreciation for this fandom, showcasing the side of this little corner of the internet that people who brush it off as mindless cringe don't see. All I've seen from this community is love and support and I want to be the video essayist who shows it for what it is!

At the moment I don't really have much of a plan (I'm not a very good planner lol), but if enough interets garners I know it'll help me streamline my motivation and come up with a game plan!

Feel free to leave me suggestions for where to go from here, maybe give out my discord? Make a Discord Server? Maybe there's something I can do solely on tumblr? I don't know! I don't know at all how Tumblr works! Help Me! Am just a little guy!

Alright that's all from me for now gamers, if this project interests you all in any capacity or you want to help out, please reblog/reply/message/ask/howeveranythingworksonthissite to let me know! Feel free to ask me questions or whatever as well! Peace out for now ✌️

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discowizard88 · 2 months

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Late Musings

Running your hand softly across the sprawl of John’s rarely exposed chest, your hands raised and dipped along the geography of his body. Carefully considering your movements, you repositioned your head to study John’s. Lost to the rare treat of peaceful sleep, he laid still with his arms wrapped around your body in a loose hug that hid their cage-like nature.

Eyes closed and mouth parted, you could only hear the faint sound of his breathing and feel the ghostly tickle of his exhale on your face.

You loved him like this: when his brows laid neutral, his lips gentle and free from that sharp smile that always left you feeling uneasy, a rare moment when his body wasn’t covered by his superhero costume and his muscles weren’t constantly tight like a cord waiting to snap.

It was one of these rare but treasured moments that you could imagine him genuinely contented. He always seemed to melt in the embrace of your affection, and for a time, you thought that was all he needed: genuine care, but with proximity came clarity. He was a black hole, something constantly consuming even when he reached out; he doomed those he grasped to destruction. Having starved too long, he had incarnated desperation for something to fill him without considering the casualties of his voracity.

However, it was in those little off-beat remarks of self-deprecation and vulnerable musings that left you dangling hope for him. John could never be described as the most self-conscious person, but he was far more self-aware than most believed him to be. He knew something was irrevocably wrong with him.

The little boy that never quite escaped the badroom.

“What are you doing awake this hour?”

Startled from your musing, your gaze meant his hooded blue eyes and lazy smile. Eyes fixed on your own, a warm affection swam in those beautiful blue orbs as they always did for you.

His magnificent sapphire was another thing you loved about him. Eyes that possessed a marveling luminous effect even when deprived of lighting or, in a more hazardous case, John’s lasers. The color was like arctic ice that shifted in its sharpness depending on his given mode. You wouldn’t deny their danger, but perhaps that’s what added to the pair's captivating nature, that at any moment, they could kill but always remained beautiful.

You smile softly, “Just admiring, my love.”

John leaned down to meet your lips, and with a Cheshire smile, he captured and kissed you. You giggled into his lips, and some of you cringed at the schoolgirl thrill that coursed through you.

You had meant John, as most did when he was on the job as Homelander.

It was love at first sight, or at least it had been for John.

Pulling back for air, you escaped but not without a playful possessive bit on your lower lip.

You smiled as you ran your tongue over the site of accident while he wore a playful smirk that displayed his upper teeth and vicious canines.

John held one of your hands and raised them to his lip to trail a series of soft kisses over the palm as he looked at you and you at him. His soft lips danced across your fingertips as his eyes swarmed with a growing intensity that captured you in their magnificent blue once more.

Following no set path, John kissed the knuckles of your hand before skimming his lips down your arm as he pulled you closer into his orbit.

You loved him, and he’d be your doom if you stayed.

He intertwined his legs with your own, and you felt him harden against your thigh.

How could you ever leave.

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ravenmichaelisstuff · 1 year

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"Better late than never" Part 12

Ghost gets a cold <3

Ghost got sent on a mission to Russia, it was supposed to be a quick job for Ghost and in theory, it was. He entered the hostile base situated on the northern side of the country, retrieved the documents Laswell needed and escaped unnoticed. The problem was that after he got to the safe “house” which most people would rather call a glorified shed in the middle of a forest, a goddamn blizzard began.

So the chopper that was supposed to take him back to the base couldn’t land. Even Nikolai didn’t want to risk flying in that weather, so Ghost ended up stranded, freezing his ass off in that forsaken shack for three days until the storm passed and the chopper could land safely.

Not one day after he got back to base he was already feeling under the weather. The first thing Price asked him after he came back was if he wants to take a few free days. Of course, Ghost declined thinking he can power through it. Yet, he was feeling worse and worse with every passing hour and now he was miserable. He woke up with a stuffed nose, and a splitting headache while also sweating like he run a freaking marathon.

But did he go to Price to request a free day? Still no, he instead proceeded to get ready for training with Soap, ignoring the fact that he almost lost balance while putting his sweatpants on. He missed Soap even if he was gone only for a few days, especially since something shifted between them recently. He looked forward to that training and no flu was going to stop him.

He walked his way to the gym. Soap waited for him in the changing room already stretching, bending over and making his t-shirt ride up a bit. Ghost told himself that his heart beat fast only because he wasn’t feeling well.

“Lt! Ready for our workout?” Soap perked up when he noticed Ghost’s looming presence. “Although I must say, working with Gaz, Alex and Farah for those couple of days was a pleasant change.”

“What do you mean by that?” Ghost cringed at how rough his voice was, there is no way Soap didn’t hear how stuffed his nose was.

Soap’s smirk disappeared and he looked at Ghost unimpressed.

“I meant that they know their limits and don’t force themselves to do shit when they don’t feel well.” Soap crossed his arms.

“I don’t know what are you getting at, Sergeant.” He walked past Soap to the lifting bench, to avoid Johnny’s judging glare.

“You are sick, Ghost.”

“I am fine.” He said, sniffling.

“You are already wet and you didn’t even move a muscle.”

“It’s hot here.”

“Ghost-”

“Will you spot me or do I have to ask someone else?” Completely ignoring Soap, he grabbed the bar.

The sergeant looked at the ceiling, asking whatever looked over them what did he do to deserve falling for someone as stubborn as Ghost. He went to stand behind the bench either way.

“Lik' talking tae a wall…” He muttered while focusing on Ghost’s weight lifting.

After a few lifts Ghost started to realise that it might have been a dumb decision. He had trouble breathing not only thanks to his runny nose but due to the fact that he had to breathe through his mouth, his balaclava got damp and clung to his face.

A cold shiver went through his body and he was ready to give up, and maybe go on a treadmill when he started coughing in a fit. His arms buckled under the weight and it would fall on his throat if Soap didn’t grab it in time.

When his hands were free he sat up straight still coughing.

“For fuck sake, Simon…” Soap patted Ghost’s back.

“I am fine-” He coughs again.

“Ah kin see how fine ye are.” The Scot touched Ghost's hand, and was swatted right away. “Ye are boiling hot and nae in a good sense at the moment, ye are going to bed.”

“Johnny-”

“It’s not an argument. Ye either go to bed now or ah’m telling Price and he will put you on leave. Tae yer room- now.”

Ghost was a little taken aback at how commanding Soap got, but he also realized that he didn’t mind it at all, maybe he even liked it. Maybe.

But Soap didn’t need to know that.

“Whatever, I have paper work to do either way.” He huffed and got up to go to his room.

“Sleep- not work, Ghost.”

Ghost only waved his hand and left.

But Soap wan now on a mission.

****

“Hi, maw! I have a wee question…” Soap called his mom, right after he left the gym.

He knew what he could do to get Simon back on his feet at a record speed. “Ah need yer soup recipe, my… friend is not feeling too good.”

“A friend huh? A special friend?.” His mother asked softly.

“A friend.”

“Och, yer something tae ca' me efter sic a lang time, ask fur hings 'n' nae even tell yer mither yer mukkers name!”

“Mah, I called ye a week ago.”

“....”

He sighed resigned. “His name is Simon and he needs the soup, can ah get the recipe now? Please?”

“Ahh.. that’s a lovely name… Is he Scottish?”

“No…?”

“Well that's a shame… bit a'm sure he is a crakin' lad.”

“Mah.. he is not my boyfriend, don’t get any ideas.” No matter how Soap wished for it, they still were figuring out their… relationship.

“Och, bullshit ye wouldn’t cook juist fur ‘a friend’”

“MAH!” Soap grabbed the bridge of his nose. “The soup, PLEASE.”

His mother chuckled.

“Ok, ok… let me think.”

****

Of course, the communal kitchen didn’t have all the ingredients his mother listed but he managed to make a good chicken soup non the less.

Making it took him some time, so when he entered Ghost’s room he expected the man to be asleep. It turned out to be wishful thinking, Ghost was sitting slouched at his desk, sniffling over his paperwork. His mask was nowhere to be seen as he had a handful of tissues pressed to his nose.

“First of all you were supposed to be resting, Two- aren’t you putting your balaclava on?”

“Do you want me to put it on?” He looked up at Soap.

Soap smiled softly when he saw Simon- very snooty and wet Simon, but Simon non the less.

“No.”

“Great, because it’s suffocating me.” He said relieved. “What is that?” Ghost pointed at the bowl Soap was carrying, reminding the sergeant how hot the thing is.”

“Ah, shit!” He placed it quickly on the desk, shaking his hand frantically.

Ghost snickered at that, but it resulted in some coughing.

“Yer medicine.”

“You made that?” Ghost stirred it with the spoon.

Soap nodded.

Ghost tasted the soup and he sunk further into his chair as the stew warmed his body. It was pleasing and rich in flavour.

“Thank you, Johnny… It’s nice.”

Soap beamed at the prize. “Ah asked my mah for help, she would make it way better. We don’t have everything on base, but I tried.”

Frow the way Ghost was devouring the soup, he didn’t mind at all.

Soap leaned on the desk.

“Will you please lie down after you eat?” Soap asked.

Ghost ran his hands over his face. “Soap, I am fine. I have been through way worse and I have work to do.”

“Ye are a bambot! Bullets won’t kill ye, you will work yerself to death with that cold!”

“No one would care either way, Johnny.” He signed.

And that made Soap’s blood boil very quickly.

He grabbed his Simon by his shoulders and spun him in the chair so they were face to face.

“Wha-”

“Don’t ye fucking dare tae blether shit like that. Ah would care ‘n’ ah care aboot ye very much every bloody second. Not only me but our whole team, Simon. We a' care, sae let yersel' be cared for.” Soap’s voice wasn’t leaving any room for argument, accent thickened, his eyes were set on Ghost’s- making sure that the man will understand how much he means to him. “You got it, Si?”

Ghost looked at Johnny in awe, not able to break eye contact. He blushed not being able to understand what did he to deserve someone like Johnny in his life.

“Yes, sir.” Ghost finally whispered.

Both of them were surprised, by Ghost’s wording. Both blushing, not being able to hide behind a fake bravado or a mask. The eye contact broke.

Soap cleared his throat and stepped away.

“Then please go to bed already. Ah promise ye will feel better.”

Ghost did as he was told. He snuggled under the warm but rough military blankets. He left some space on the bed.

“Stay?” The question was hesitant- like the answer wasn’t obvious.

“Always.”

So Soap lied on top of the blankets, not yet sure how much touching Ghost wants.

He seemed content with that arrangement.

“When I was a kid, I wasn’t allowed to get sick.” The confession was unexpected, even by Simon. It just slipped out, his mind wanting to share with Johnny, explain why he acts the way he does.

Soap turned to look at Ghost.

“What does that even mean, Si?”

Ghost fidgeted with the edge of the blanket.

“You don’t have to explain-”

“I want to.” He cut in. “Just need to collect my thoughts… When I would get sick as a kid, my father would get furious. Call me useless or weak… He would get… aggressive whenever I would say I wasn’t feeling well.” He could feel Soap shifting beside him. “So I started to just pretend I am fine whenever I felt bad, but mom would always know something was wrong. My old man wouldn’t let her take care of me, saying she is going to make me even more useless. So… yeah.”

There was a silence and Simon began to worry that maybe he had overshared, made Soap uncomfortable.

But it wasn’t the case.

“Can I hug you?”

Ghost didn't know that he needed it, but now that Soap asked he really wanted that hug.

“Yhm” That was enough for Soap to give him a bone-crushing hug. Ghost grabbed Soap’s shirt and hold on to it, hiding his face in the crook of Johnny’s neck. He took a deep breath of Soap’s cologne and the smell of gunpowder. This was nice.

“I would love to skin your father alive.” Soap squeezed him harder.

It made Ghost giggle.

“Get in line.”

I had SO much fun writing Soap's mom! I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did <3 Have a great day/night!

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kryptid-writes · 10 months

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Chapter 8 - Clipped Wings

Ashamed that Dean has discovered her wings, Y/N takes matters into her own hands to fix the problem.

(2.2k)

TW: This chapter contains self mutilation of wings that may be triggering for those that struggle with the topic of self harm. I am not trying to romanticize the subject, please don’t be afraid to seek help if you feel unsafe.

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My head spins as I clutch at my chest, willing myself to breathe in ragged breaths. My body shivers from the uncomfortable cold sweat that clings to my skin. My hands, feet, and tip of my nose goes numb, the feeling much like the buzz of a static TV.

I wobble to my feet and hastily pop open the buttons on my shirt with shaky hands. I shove the fabric off my shoulders and let it pool around my feet. Once again, I’m completely vulnerable. Staring myself down in the mirror, my eyes full of resentment at the twisted version of myself staring back at me.

How could you be so careless? Now he knows how much of a freak you really are! I scold myself, gripping the edges of the sink and hang my head in shame.

Taking a piece of bandage from the front of my chest, I carelessly rip it in half with the sudden strength arising from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I hastily unwind the wrap of musty bandages, revealing the tattered skin underneath which is now a blotchy red color from the lack of circulation. I cringe as I feel my wings pop free from the restrictive binding. Unsurprisingly, they’ve grown since the morning, reaching nearly a foot in length that now fall just above my hip. More feathers have filled in, some of them small, fuzzy, and gray, hugging the bone. And others that are long and white with a golden shimmer at the tips. They stretch out as far as their length will allow, trying to soothe the aching feeling from being confined for so long.

I glare at myself in the mirror, disgusted at how far I've fallen from the simple human I once was. This is what Lucifer wants. He wants me to become a monster just like him, trapping me into a life bound to my captor. This has been his plan all along.

I shake my head, my knuckles turning white from gripping the porcelain sink with the strength of a bull. Tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision and clouding my mind.

I know what I have to do.

Carefully, I grab the powerful angel blade off the bathroom floor, hugging it to my chest. If this is the only thing that can kill an angel, surely it will get the job done.

I turn on my heels and tilt my head back to see my wings clearly in the mirror, and with that it’s decided: they must be removed by any means necessary. I take a deep breath, gripping the angel blade, just as Dean taught me and press the blade to the top of my wing, just a few inches from where they distend from my back. I hesitate for a few seconds, my body shaking with fear and doubt that lasts for a fleeting moment. With one swift motion, I slice the blade across, cutting through the thin layer of flesh.

“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath. I’ve been hurt before many times in my life and I have the scars to prove it, but nothing compares to the pain that radiates from my wings. They’re more sensitive than I ever could’ve imagined.

Blood dribbles down from the wound, staining the white feathers surrounding the area. The sound of quiet droplets hitting the tile floor below cuts through the silence of the room.

My breath comes in ragged and my heart beats a thousand miles per second. With renewed determination, I bite my lip and hover the blade, just above the incision.

“Y/N?” Dean asks from the other side of the door, startling me out of my trance. His voice is low and caring, but very clearly concerned.

“Go away Dean,” I reply weakly, biting back the sobs that so badly want to spill out.

“Let’s just talk about this,” he says in a kind voice. I hear a soft thud, presumably from him leaning his head on the door.

Part of me wants to stop what I'm doing and open the door for him, let him come in and comfort me like I know he can, but I don’t. This is how it has to be. This is how I break Lucifer's hold on me. This is how I reclaim my humanity.

Ignoring his pleas, I drag the blade further down the weeping laceration, sawing until the bone is exposed. I involuntarily hiss and drop the blade to the floor as agonizing pain surges through me. It makes a loud clattering noise that rings out like the chime of a bell. This time the results are much more severe. Blood pours out of the wound, drenching my entire wing in a sickening crimson coating. Feathers flutter to the ground in clumps, landing in the forming pool of blood below. The feathers that were once pure and white, now stained in my misery, forever corrupted by sin.

“Y/N? What are you doing in there?” Dean asks in a distressed voice.

I don’t respond, partially because I don’t want him to know the answer to the question, and because I’m unable to make any sound besides weak groans. My knees give out and I fall to the ground, slumping forward and tucking my head into my knees. I can’t stop the heaves of sobs that shake my body as the pain and torment becomes too much to handle.

“Y/N OPEN THIS DOOR!” He demands, knocking incessantly.

A whimper escapes my lips as the world slowly starts to spin. Every ounce of energy in me feels as if it's draining rapidly. My whole body feels light and the need to keep fighting slowly fades away, the pain grows dim and my mind becomes a blank slate, the emptiness feels warm and inviting.

The quiet clicks and jingles of the doorknob fill the silence, becoming more imperative by the second. With one final tick, the lock gives in and the door swings open with a bang.

I cusp my hand over the injury in a pitiful attempt to hide what I'd done.

“Oh fuck,” Dean gasps, immediately rushing to my side. He pulls me close and takes my head in his hands, panic taking over his features.

My eyes are unfocused and my skin is pale as a ghost.

He peels my hand away exposing the mess of flesh, feather and bone. His face drops.

I want to resist but I'm too weak to fight him. “Dean…” I groan softly, using all my energy to look him in the eye. Suddenly my eyelids feel heavy and my pupils drift to the ceiling.

“It’s me. I need you to stay awake, can you do that?” He says in a serious voice, lightly squeezing my jaw, keeping me grounded to reality.

I can’t manage a response as the words get caught in my throat. I blink slowly, widening my eyes as much as I can, trying my best to shake the sleepiness that so desperately calls my name.

He swiftly moves me to lie on the floor, dragging me away from the puddle of blood that stained my feet and hips. I should feel embarrassed that my half naked body is completely exposed to him, but it’s not even a concern that crosses my mind at this moment.

“I have to call Sam and Cas.” He states, fumbling for his phone.

“No!” I cry, “Please don’t tell them.” I meet his eyes with a look of desperation, silently pleading with him.

“Y/N -” He furrows his brows.

“I said no Dean!” I snap, followed by a soft, “Please….”

He thinks for a second before nodding his head and getting to his feet. With a sense of urgency he rushes to the cabinet and grabs the first aid kit, yanking it open with such haste that the flimsy plastic cracks and breaks under his touch. He rummages through the supplies, pulling out a needle and thread, as well as a travel size bottle of antiseptic.

“You’re gonna need stitches,” he explains. “This is going to hurt a lot.” He looks at me sympathetically, then guides my head to lean on his shoulder. “Bite down, it’ll help with the pain.”

I nod my head against his broad shoulder, trying to distract myself from the anticipation and anxiety riddling my mind. I can feel the nausea building in my stomach. I barely register his arms moving behind my head with precision as he threads the needle.

“Take a deep breath,” he orders.

I do as he says, attempting to control my breathing. The needle enters my sensitive skin, it feels like searing hot pain as he drags it through to the other side of the injury, pulling the thread taught. I can’t stop the scream that rips through my body. My wings tense up and fan out, trying to escape the pain.

“Shh, I'll make it quick,” he assures me, running a soothing hand down the feathers of my wings. The feeling it leaves is a pleasant surprise of soothing pleasure. I’m thankful for the contrast in sensations that temporarily distracts me from the searing pain.

I screw my eyes shut and bite down on his shoulder hard enough that I probably broke skin through his shirt as he continues to stitch me up. I sob in his arms, my tears stain his signature red flannel, but I'm too far gone to care.

When the stitches are finished he opens the bottle of antiseptic and pours a bit onto the wound. It should hurt like hell, but at this point my body is too tired to even register the burn.

“All done.” He strokes my hair, letting me rest my head on him for as long as I need. “You made it sweetheart.” He places a tender kiss on the top of my head. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

I lean back, a disheveled mess, allowing him to stand up.

He grabs a fresh towel from the closet, running it under the tap until it's soaked in clean water. He takes a seat behind me, tucking his knees on either side of me and tenderly touches the rag to the bloodied area around the wound.

I hiss at the contact, it stings, but I bite my lip and let him work.

Carefully, he drags the towel down each feather, mopping up the crimson mess that paints my damaged wings like a gruesome crime scene. He takes his time, working his way from the top to the bottom til the feathers are nearly clean, leaving just a tint of pink behind. Without exchanging any words, he runs his fingers through the soft plumage, correcting the placement of the messy crooked ones until they lay neatly.

I can’t stop myself from sighing at his touch. His fingers radiate pleasure throughout my wings.

“Gorgeous,” he mutters under his breath, placing a soft kiss between my shoulder blades.

“Th- thank you Dean,” I whisper, turning my head back to look at him, but still feeling a twinge of doubt.

“Don’t mention it, sweetheart,” he replies, his voice sweet and caring. He takes the excess of medical wrap and carefully wraps the cloth around the stitches, biting off the end with his teeth and tucking it away securely. He stands up and plops the dirty towel in the sink and washes away the blood that soaks his hands until the water runs clear, drying them on the sides of his jeans. Turning back to me, he lifts me off the floor like I weigh nothing to him and brings me to my bed, carefully laying me on the mattress, being mindful of my butchered wing. He scoots in next to me, pulling me close and wrapping his arm around my waist.

I rest my head on his chest, the rise and fall of his breathing instantly calm me.

“Why?” is all he can say.

The question hangs in the air as I scramble for the right thing to say, but it’s difficult to explain.

“I tried to get rid of them. I had too,” I try to explain, but the words become lost in translation. “I’m tired of being a freak…” I say in a hushed tone.

“You’re not a freak Y/N.” His hands wander to my wings, carefully tracing each feather. “You’re beautiful,” he coos. “Promise me you’ll never do this again,” he says in a more serious tone, his eyes brimming with tears.

I falter for a moment, the thought of living like this for the rest of my miserable life leaves me feeling sick. But, perhaps one day I could also learn to love the wings that Dean finds so utterly beautiful.

“Promise,” I reply, tucking my cozying my head into his chest and wrapping a damaged wing around us.

He strokes my hair and I melt into his touch.

Despite the disaster I had just subjected us too, I feel protected in his arms, like nothing could ever hurt me.

“Sleep” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

And with that I drift off into a peaceful slumber, thankful for the safe haven that is Dean Winchester.

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erikahenningsen · 5 days

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Regina takes up 2/3 of the bed but it works for them because Cady sleeps curled up in a little ball. Regina hates having to sleep without Cady because sometimes she has nightmares and she always feels guilty about calling Cady in the middle of the night.

Now, please do this 😔🙏, or if you could, elaborate more. I'm currently in the midst of brainrot.

#grad school universe / Angie's fic

Regina wakes up just as the bus is about to hit her, breathing hard.

For a moment, she's completely disoriented, before she realizes she's in her bed, her apartment dark and silent.

Regina presses a hand to her forehead and finds it tacky with sweat, and her throat is a bit tender. She wonders if she had been screaming in her sleep. That's happened before—and completely scared the shit out of Cady the first time.

Cady.

Instinctively, Regina reaches to Cady's side of the bed, and finds it cold and empty. Right. Cady is at her apartment in New Haven. Regina is still getting used to spending more nights apart than together. She'd never tell Cady, but she thinks the nightmares have become more frequent as a result.

Regina wants to call Cady. She needs to hear her voice. It's the only thing that slows her heart, which is still pounding inside her chest with panic. But it's the middle of the night, and Cady has class in the morning.

Regina rolls over and tries to ignore it, to will herself back to sleep—or at least into a calmer state. But every time she closes her eyes, all she sees is Cady staring at her with horror as the bus plows into her body. Sometimes, in the dreams, the bus hits Cady instead. Those are the worst ones.

After a couple of minutes of trying to relax by sheer force of will, Regina tries deep breathing. She tries listening to some calming music. She even tries a free meditation video on YouTube, even though she thinks it's stupid. But she doesn't feel even a little bit better.

Before she can overthink it, she taps on Cady's contact and holds her breath as the phone rings.

Just as Regina thinks the call is going to time out, Cady picks up. The screen is dark, but Regina can make out part of Cady's face on the screen.

"Regina?" Cady mumbles sleepily. She squints against the light of her phone. "You okay?"

"Hi, baby," Regina whispers. She feels guilt flare in her stomach at Cady's sleepy face, but she already feels less like she's having a heart attack.

Cady runs a hand down her face. "Did you have a bad dream?" she asks.

Regina cringes a little at the wording—it makes it sound like she's four years old—but now is not the time.

"Yeah," Regina says. "I just needed to see you."

Cady makes a vague gesture that might be a wave. "Here I am."

"And so beautiful, as always," Regina says. She's always found it quite unfair how Cady looks gorgeous all the time, even in the middle of the night.

"I love you," Cady says, with so much affection that Regina physically aches to be with her. "I'm glad you're alive."

"Me, too," Regina says. "Most of the time."

Cady makes a displeased noise, and Regina knows if it weren't the middle of the night and they weren't in separate states Cady would insist on having A Conversation about the most of the time part.

For a few moments, Regina just looks at Cady's face. Well, more like half of her face. At a weird angle. But her breathing has returned almost to normal, and she isn't trembling anymore.

"I'm gonna fall asleep," Cady admits, eyelids drooping, "but I'll leave my phone on."

"Good night," Regina says. "I love you."

Cady kisses the tips of her fingers and taps them against the screen as her eyes close.

It'll have to do, for now.

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Why, hello there~

*cringes*

For your event, which I hope you have fun with, hmmmm....

... the purple menace (Clavis) and gn!reader getting snowed in could prove to be interesting

and if he's proving to not cooperate with you, feel free to write for Vil instead

mwah mwah, stay warm, Aubergine!

AND GET SOME DAMN REST

SUMMARY: You get snowed in with Clavis. Shenanigans ensue.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: sniffles.....pretty princess lelouch.....he deserves everything. ANDI AM RESTING!! IM RESTING TOO MUCH!!!! that's why i must write ahgdhsdhjdhd AAAAA

By the looks of the snow outside, you’re guessing it’s the heavy stuff that’ll stick to the roads and form dangerous sheets of ice all across Rhodolite. It’s the perfect weather to build a snowman, as Clavis pointed out a few hours ago with that smug grin on his face.

The memories of your last snowman together are still fresh in your mind, and although the poor thing would have cursed the both of you until the day you died for the features you bestowed upon it, Clavis’s joy had been infectious. He even managed to get Cyran in on it, which spawned a massive snowball fight in the gardens.

That was the day Clavis took a hit for you. Cyran pelted him continuously even after he dramatically went down, completely ignoring you until you threw a snowball at his head to get him to leave Clavis alone. The equally as dramatic Cyran didn’t let that slide, making jabs at you every hour afterward for your betrayal on the field.

Clavis kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered when he finally got you alone, the two of you wrapped up in a blanket in front of the fireplace. It was a kiss that warmed you up from the tips of your toes to the top of your head.

However, it seemed like this year would hold no fun wintertime activities. Clavis had sent out a warning for the kingdom that the amount snowfall was now considered dangerous, and that people were to not leave their homes unless absolutely necessary.

And you, as the person who would rule by Clavis’s side one day, were no exception, no matter how badly he wanted the two of you to be.

“Waiting for me, my love?”

A familiar voice croons in your ear as familiar arms sneak around your waist. You murmur a soft hello as he rests his chin on your shoulder, staring out at the kingdom from the window.

Rhodolite has always been such a beautiful sight to you. But now that you’ve gone through what it’s like to be Belle, explored the neighboring nations, and experienced the princes at their worst and best, you have a new appreciation for the view. It was hard fought. The kingdom’s peace may not be as stable as you would like it to be at the moment, but with Clavis as the newly appointed king, you have faith that one day he will bring your shared dream to fruition and make sure every single life is saved.

That is, after all, what he’s always wanted.

“I’m always waiting for you when you’re not here.” you say, resting your head against his.

It’s such a contrast to how you treated him in the past that you can’t help but smile. Those days of snarky banter and empty teasing are over, both for him and for you. And those days will never return, but you can’t bring yourself to long for them when what you have now is so much better.

You have a man before you who showed you his wounds, showed you his past, let you understand him. You have a man that you fought to get to know, even when everyone around you was telling you to turn tail and run.

You believed in him, and you know he knows this. It’s why he loves you so much, and why you vow to let him know you love him just as much every day.

“If that’s the case, you should come with me.” he chuckles, nuzzling into your neck, “I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” you try your hardest not to snicker, but with the way he smiles against your skin you have a feeling he knows how amused you are anyway, “There’s no use in asking what is it, is there?”

“You know the answer to that.” he chuckles, spinning you by the waist so you’re facing him, “You’re smart enough to know I will give you nothing in the way of hints.”

“That I am.” you smile at him and he takes your cheek in his palm, tilting your head to the side. My

You know it’s coming, so you close your eyes.

Only to feel a single kiss on your nose.

Clavis pulls away, intertwining your fingers in a single, smooth motion. You’re left confused and mildly disappointed when he tugs you away from the window without a real kiss, but you know him well enough to know that he’s holding himself back.

You’ll get all of that and more when you reach this surprise.

You sigh deeply when you realize which direction Clavis is taking you, the route all too familiar for your late-night snack runs and your quality time with Yves. He’s taking you to the kitchen, and honestly you don’t know why they’re still letting him there but you’ll be damned before you turn down your loving boyfriend’s cooking.

Ha! You just called the King of an entire kingdom your boyfriend! It makes you giddy, so giddy a giggle slips past your lips. Clavis doesn’t miss it.

“Oh, I would be excited too if I were you! Each dish was carefully crafted with you in mind, my love.” he throws open the kitchen doors with flourish, and you’re mostly surprised that there’s no one else there and not that he made you an entire buffet.

Ah...the chefs must have heard of his plans and ran.

“Clavis...are all of these foods bunny themed?” you ask softly, taking note of the googly eyes and horns that Leon had correctly identified as bunny ears all that time ago.

“Of course they are. If we can’t have fun outside, then we will have fun inside.” he beams, and you feel your heart fluttering in your chest.

He did all of this for you. You’re so lucky.

“Thank you. I love you.” you smile back, hooking your finger under his tie and yanking him into you.

The hand you press to his chest as you two share that kiss proves that he loves you just as much. With how powerfully his heart is beating, it’s not like there’s any room for doubt.

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