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x-reader-theater · 8 months

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In Your Sleep, In Your Dreams {1}

summary: You find solace in another being when you dream.

pairing: Vessel x Gender Neutral!Reader

word count: 1491

warnings: None.

a/n: requests are now open. please see my rules here for more information. this will be a series but if you really want you can read this as a standalone.

In Your Sleep, In Your Dreams series: {Chapter 1}, (You can also use the tag #in your sleep in your dreams series as well if you don't want to use links)

Chapter 1: Meeting. Worship

You look around a darkened space. It’s not black, like the absence of light, but a deep grey, like the moon is illuminating the area. But, when you look up, the sky is the same deep grey as everything else. It’s a little dizzying. You feel yourself being pulled towards something, like there’s a string in your chest, and a puppet master is pulling you toward them. When you look down, you see nothing.

You let your chest guide you, your feet stumbling after it. You feel floaty, like if you jumped you could fly, however, at the same time, you don’t think you could jump if you tried. You’re unsure how long you walk, no aches or pains as you walk to note how far you’ve got, no panting, you barely feel yourself breathing, but if you concentrate enough, you can feel your heart beating in your chest and through your veins, like you’re even more aware of it now than you normally are.

Eventually, you see something. It’s a stage, surrounded by impossibly tall curtains. The stage itself is empty, save for a figure. It’s hard to make out the figure at first, looking more like a black blob of a human, but the close you get, the more details you can make out. The first thing you notice is the smoke like skin, dark grey like the world around but with texture, not quite patterned, but not uniform. It’s definitely a masculine person, his chest bare underneath an open hooded, knee-length sweater of some sort that seems thin, like it’s meant for looks and not for warmth. The pants he wears are loose fitting and made from that same thing material, and he’s not wearing shoes. The thing that stands out the most, however, is the white mask, with six eyeholes, a red symbol painted on the centre, and red spiral detailing around a cutout for his mouth that almost looks like viscera. You take a couple steps forward and the man leans down over the edge of the stage, his feet half hanging off it. He extends a hand, and you can’t help but reach out and take it.

You shiver as ice immediately lances through you, the man’s skin is incredibly cold and while you want to pull away, it’s like you just got a shot of pure adrenaline and everything is finally coming into focus. The man in front of you looks sharper than he once did, you can feel his soft his skin is, and you don't have to concentrate on your heartbeat any more to feel it pounding away in your chest and through your veins.

“Hello,” the man says, his voice deep and clear and almost hypnotising.

“Hello,” you respond. “Where am I?”

“You’re in a dream,” the man says, crouching down, so his eyes are more level with yours. “Sleep brought you here to me.”

“Oh,” you say, still not fully aware of yourself in this dream. “Why?”

“Because you’re special,” he explains.

“Oh,” you say plainly again. “Who are you?”

“I am a vessel of Sleep, chosen to speak for him, and to worship,” the man, Vessel, explains.

You nod like you understand any of it. In a way, you kind of do. Information about the entity known as Sleep drifts lazily into your mind, as well as information about Vessel, and three other Vessels that are not as loved as this Vessel, but still loved nonetheless.

“Okay,” you say, slightly dazed. “Why am I here?” You ask again.

Vessel laughs. “Because you’re special. Because Sleep wanted you here, for me, and for yourself,” Vessel explains, reaching out with his older hand to grab the one dangling at your side, heavy and tingly. “Sleep knows you’re lonely. Sleep wants to help. Sleep wants to give you a purpose.”

You think about this. About your life. About your job that you hate and coworkers that hate you. You think of your lonely apartment, devoid of life. You can’t even keep a plant alive, how are you expected to keep a pet alive too? You have no one and nothing.

Except now, maybe you do.

“This isn't real,” you say matter-of-factly.

Vessel chuckles. “Does this feel real?” He moves one of his hands from you, which drops back limply to your side, and reaches out, touching your face. You shiver again as the cold flesh brushes against you, but you feel how soft his skin is, especially as he starts to rub his thumb over your cheek. You lean into the touch and shake your head, your lips brushing against his palm over and over.

He moves your head up, tilting it towards him, and he brings the hand he's still holding up to his lips. They’re just as cold as the rest of him, but this time, when you shiver, it's not because of how cold Vessel is. You've got used to that now.

No, you shiver because he touches your face so tenderly, a feeling you haven’t felt in a very long time. He leans into your space, and you lean into his, needing to chase that feeling of being wanted. You feel his lips press against yours, and you melt into the touch. His lips are as soft as the rest of his skin, and that feeling returns. Vessel kisses you, and you feel love and purpose flowing between the two of you, back and forth, longing turning into satisfaction, hope turning into true, unfiltered, love. You don’t know if that love comes from Vessel himself, or if it’s Sleep filtering through Vessel’s lips, but it doesn’t really matter to you. For the first time in a very, very long time, you feel wanted.

Vessel pulls away, and you realise you had closed your eyes without noticing, and you slowly blink them open, You don’t know if you could see Vessel’s eyes beneath the mask before, but now you can see all six, blinking at you in synchronicity.

“Why me?” you breathe into the still air. Well, you think there’s air. Vessel said this is a dream, so it could very well be that there isn’t any air at all.

Vessel’s soft lips quirk into a smile. “Because Sleep knows you need purpose. Sleep knows you are lonely.” Vessel pauses, before leaning in again, his hand still on your cheek, his lips brushing against yours as he whispers, “Sleep knows how I am lonely.”

You surge forward, your nose smashing into Vessel’s mask, but you ignore the feeling as you deepen the kiss. You open your mouth and allow Vessel’s tongue to lick and prod, feeling around. When he pulls his tongue back, you extend yours, licking into Vessel’s mouth. You feel your legs give out when you brush your tongue across a sharp fang.

Vessel pulls back and reaches out, grabbing you before you can fall to the ground. He wraps his arms around you and with a strength no man should have, easily lifts you onto the stage, chuckling. Then again, apparently, this is a dream, and anything can happen in dreams.

“Careful,” he admonishes, and you laugh breathlessly along with him as you find your feet underneath you once again.

You throw your arms around Vessel’s neck, his lithely muscled arms wrapped around your waist, pressing your body to his. You stand like that for a moment, resting your head in the crook of Vessel’s neck. “I know this is a dream, but it feels so real…” you trail off into Vessel’s neck.

You feel the press of a kiss on the top of your head and Vessel’s arms constrict around your middle, pressing you closer to him. “It’s real if you want it to be.”

You chuckle. “Isn’t everything real if you make yourself think it is?” you ask dismissively.

Vessel chuckles. “I suppose so.”

You pull back, staring into the black voids of Vessel’s eyes and bring a hand up, placing it on his cheek underneath the mask before your eyes slip closed, and you lean in to kiss him again, that heartbeat that you can feel so strongly in your bloodstream quickening, and you sigh into the kiss.

You and Vessel stand like that for a few minutes, kissing, touching, and just generally enjoying each other and the feeling of closeness. You pull away eventually, when you feel breath in your lungs, lungs that are panting from lack of air.

“You’re waking up now,” Vessel explains.

“I don’t want to go,” you beg, breathlessly, finally feeling the breath that is leaving you.

“I know,” Vessel says with a sad smile. “You’ll be back. When you dream again, Sleep will bring you here.”

You lean up, going to kiss Vessel, but when you think you’re going to kiss him, you move past him, his form turns to smoke, and you wake up, the smell of rain and cigarette smoke filtering in through your window.

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animeniac-writings · 11 months

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Sickness - Sanji Vinsmoke headcanons

Anime: One Piece

Modern AU kind of, I was sick as shit last weak and could have really used Sanji caring for me :(

You Being Sick

Overreacts (with so much care behind it).

Sanji feels extremely guilty when you're come down with an illness, sure it's inevitable for everyone, but he can't help but think it's his fault- he should have made you healthier foods, something to boost your immune system, smoothies or supplements, he should have given you his coat sooner so you didn't catch a chill- his self blame is nearly endless, until you weakly ask him for something and he immediately shoots into gear.

When you do get sick he is your faithful servant, waiting on your every request, and fretting the entire time. He hates seeing you suffer and there's really nothing he can do to ease your suffering.

Definitely makes you chicken soup, Zeff did when he got sick when he was little and told him to "Just try it, you'll get better." when he asked 'why', and later explained that's just what you give someone who's sick, that it helps.

And he did get better, and wanted to know exactly why it helped, what was so special about chicken noodle soup? "Damn old man knew what he was talking about."

Tells you this while he's making the soup, you're fast asleep on the couch all bundled up, in clear sight for if you need him.

But his nerves are frayed, and it's far too quiet, with just the sounds of his cooking and your labored breaths, so he talks to you. He fills the silence and tries to calm his nerves.

Definitely called Zeff up, even at 2 in the morning if that's when your sickness hit, and wanted the exact recipe he his soup.

Of course he could figure it out himself, or tweak a recipe for guidelines, but...the old man's recipe works best. Even if he does sound like a sentimental fool.

Hates going to the store to pick up anything you need because that's far too long of being away from you and not knowing how you are, but he also doesn't trust anyone else to go get what you need.

Will buy only the best medicine he can find and makes sure to cover all your symptoms, and that you take the next does exactly on the clock.

But also worries because it's hardly working and giving you more is also bad, frantically checks a time sheet and clock to be sure.

He tries to make you as comfortable as possible, tissues and blankets and fluffing your pillow, anything to help.

He acts like you are on your death bed. If you even say you feel like you're dying, it goes straight to his panicking. You're already back in a fitful sleep but now he's sitting at your side changing the rag on your forehead and biting his nails that what if it's worse than expected??

Humidifier on and with some tea tree oil if you can, and will apply camphor rub to your chest and back for you, and massage it onto your feet and whimpers when that seems to make you feel worse.

Very stubborn once you start feeling better and getting restless, he wants you to still keep resting, that you aren't fully recovered yet.

Hovers. Almost worse that when you were sick, so worried about you relapsing for a few weeks afterwards, even when you insist you're all better!

Even manages to decline an physical advances to 'prove you're all better', as much as it pains him.

His chest aches when you thank him for taking such good care of you.

Sanji Being Sick

Sanji doesn't really get sick often, but when he does it's bad.

Not someone who can try and fake being okay because of how quickly and hard it hits him, as soon as he gets a fever he's burning up and dizzy.

You immediately notice and carefully guide him back to bed, you press your lips to his sweaty forehead to check his temperature and he can barely mumble something to you with eyes fluttering shut.

Hardly getting sick as a kid meant he never built up a good immune system, normally he was healthy as could be but when he was sick, it was awful.

He often become delirious, his mind dredging up memories of when he was truly small and making him feel even worse.

Needs your help with everything, from lifting the mug of tea your made him to his lips to half-carrying him to the bathroom.

He would feel so guilty about it afterwards, but can't remember much of anything that happened in the thick of it once he's better.

Mumbles in his sleep a lot while he's sick, he tosses and turns and you want to wake him from whatever he's dreaming but know he's needs the rest, instead sitting beside him and petting his damp hair.

You recall him once snarking about Zeff's brusque caretaking, but that he always made warm soup when he'd get sick, even into his teens. "Not like I'd needed it, I could make it far better after all."

Zeff was surprised to get a call from you asking for an old "special chicken soup recipe" of his, but was happy to oblige, even promising not to tell Sanji about it either.

No matter how he feels about your cooking skills there's a nagging feeling that he should make a pot of soup to bring over too upon the second he hears Sanji is sick again, and has to stop himself multiple times from doing so.

He also asks for updates on how Sanji's doing.

You mostly guess Sanji's symptoms and hope there's nothing you can't see when it comes to getting him medicine, he doesn't really have the energy to tell you what's wrong but weekly complies taking whatever you give him.

Hates feeling gross though, so if it's taking too long to get better he will try going to wash up and take a bath on his own, very bad idea but you catch him and watch to make sure he's okay.

Luckily tends to sleep through most of it, but when he wakes up for a bit he just wants to be able to see you, whether that's sitting up or laying on the couch just so he can watch you with bleary eyes before falling back to sleep.

Really thinks you are his loving angel to take care of him like this, even if you don't feel like you're doing all that much.

Once his fever breaks and the worst of it is over he recovers quickly, not one to have a cough linger, and you'll wake up from where you were beside him last night to find his spot empty and the familiar sound of pans clinking as the scent of breakfast waifs in.

Calls you his angel and the greatest nurse he's ever seen once he's back in health, and cheekily adds that he would have loved if you ever wanted to wear a nurse's outfit if he gets sick again...

His words lack usual gusto or the spark in his eye as he tries to cover up how vulnerable he feels about it.

You know how truly grateful Sanji is, for everything you do, and just press and soft kiss to his head and promise to always be happy to care for him.

He can never find the words to tell you how thankful he is.

#Sanji Vinsmoke x reader #Sanji Vinsmoke imagine #Sanji x reader #Sanji imagine #One Piece x reader #One Piece imagine #OP x reader #OP imagine #my stuff

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fallinforerling · 11 months

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have you met before? | chapter 3 - eh

ೃ⁀➷ erling’s masterlist

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You told yourself for the entirety of your shift that you wouldn’t give in due to nervousness; that you wouldn’t feel pressured just because you had a date. But as the hours passed, you felt the urgency to get ready immediately. With a sigh, you said goodbye to who seemed to be the last customer of the day, realizing it was already five p.m. and you were still there.

Your mind raced and raced, thinking about what type of guy Erling could be. Was he the type to take his date to a fancy restaurant? Or was he more laid-back? How did you expect him to be?

You didn’t have an answer. You just wanted to go out with the same sweet guy you’d met a few days ago. And even though you still saw him as Erling, just Erling, you also knew he was a famous footballer. That made you nervous. Thinking about it made you dizzy, to be honest.

“Calm down. Breathe.” You told yourself, taking long, deep breaths before relaxing your shoulders. “He’s a normal person, just like you. No need to freak out.”

And it was true. There was no need to see him any differently just because he’s famous. He was the sweet guy who asked for a date, and he’ll stay that way.

For now, the only concern you were having was that you really needed to get ready, and, for now, the shop work could wait until tomorrow. You gave the clock a quick glance, feeling your heart jump when it marked 5:40 p.m.

Run. Run. Run. That was the only word that repeated itself in your head as you collected your things, making sure every single lock was in its place before hurrying to the door.

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As you predicted, your indecisiveness came through, making it five times harder to choose the perfect fit for this date.

It’s dinner, but where? Do I wear a dress, pants, a blazer, flat shoes, or high heels? You saw the ridiculous amount of clothes gathering on every flat surface of your bedroom, frustrated when you tried to see anything working, but nothing did. Will he even pay attention to my clothes? You couldn’t know, and it would be such a dick move to throw the first thing you saw just because you were in a hurry.

Every dress you owned seemed like too much or too little; the other combinations didn’t sit right with you. It was so frustrating that you wanted to call literally anyone you knew for help. And then, just as you were reaching down to your nightstand to get your phone, a miracle happened. The delicate fabric of the dress was spattered on the closet floor, hidden from your sight unless you looked at it in the right position. /t was like destiny.

“I can’t believe I forgot about you!” You shouted, picking it up with care. It was perfect.

You hurried to try it on, praying for it to work. The need you felt for it to fit was immense, so when it passed your legs and sat around your hips as comfortably as you remembered, you started to thank every single deity available. Finally. You looked back at your reflection, feeling satisfied with the vision. The black dress, which was your go-to option whenever you had to wear something formal but casual, still fit you like a glove. Everything about it was perfect, from the delicate lace around the cleavage to the way it wasn’t too long or too short. The material was soft, comfortable, ideal.

The joy you felt lasted only five minutes. You shot your phone a glance, and suddenly you didn’t care anymore for the dress or the state of your room. It was almost seven. And you haven’t started the process of getting ready.

“I’m so fucked!” Your neighbors must be hating you by this point, with all the screaming and running around, but you couldn’t help it. You had less than an hour to look presentable.

Taking the dress off, you hurried to the bathroom, grabbing the essentials along the way. That shower was the shortest— and most effective— one you’ve ever had. You didn’t know if it was the adrenaline, but everything was going your way. The body lotion was absorbing well, you didn’t struggle to find your jewelry, or your favorite heels. Even when you were doing your makeup, you didn’t fucked it up, even though your coordination wasn’t the best. Everything was going your way. And just as you were finishing the eyeshadow, your phone buzzed.

✉️ Erling: hello beautiful. i’ll be there in five, can’t wait to see you 🤍

Your heart raced. The feeling of nervousness didn’t leave your body while you made sure you had everything in your bag or when you walked down the hall and into the elevator. The butterflies in your stomach seemed to be fighting each other on your way to the main entrance, and just when you finally stood outside and your phone buzzed, making you look down at it and then back at the street to see Erling’s face peeking out from an impressive car, did you realize there was nothing to be nervous about.

“Hello, gorgeous.” He got out of the car, making his way to you in three long strides. “You look beautiful, as always.” His hand reached out to you, like he wanted to touch you, but stopped at the last second. “Ready?” His fingers lingered on one strand of your hair for a few moments before he dropped it.

“I’m ready.” A smile crept onto your face. Without having a reason to do so, you let your left hand act by itself, caressing his arm for a moment. “You look amazing.”

And it wasn’t a lie. He was wearing a leather jacket that hugged his shoulders in such a way that you couldn’t stop looking. His outfit was pretty much black on black, with his blue Jordans being the only pop of color. His eyes smiled at you, and you knew you were about to experience the best date ever.

Because you felt comfortable around him. His hand reached for the small of your back, guiding you to the car as you two chatted, but you didn’t feel his touch invasive. The calm that overcame the nervousness had you smiling as you entered the car, taking in Erling’s scent. It smelled like every single thing you liked in the world combined into one.

“How was practice?” You asked once he made it behind the wheel. The sight of him driving did things to you, so you had to physically stop yourself from touching him again. “I hope you aren’t too tired.”

“To see you? Never.” His smile was so sweet. Oh, how were you supposed to survive this date? “But training was fine, not as exhausting; I’m getting used to their rhythm.”

“It must be difficult to get used to a whole new team dynamic so quickly.” You didn’t know a lot about football, but you could figure out that much. “Do you miss your old team?”

“Honestly?” He was staring right ahead, but you could see one side of his mouth lifting slightly. “A lot. They were family to me, still are.” He shrugged. “But I had to go; football is like this sometimes. We can’t help it.”

“At least your new teammates are nice.” You stated it, but instantly doubted it. “Right?”

“Yeah, they are! I’ve already made some friends. All of them are good lads, can’t say they’re unwelcoming.”

“I’m glad to hear that. But again, you’re a lovely guy. It doesn’t surprise me that you’d made friends so fast.” Your cheeks were burning red; once again, your mouth acted by itself.

“Oh, I’m lovely, eh?” His cheeky smile made you laugh, not giving importance to your embarrassment. “What about you? I haven’t met anyone sweeter than you.“

“Oh, stop!”

“I’m serious! Actually, I have a whole dinner to talk about you in a minute.” You felt the car stop, your eyes going straight to the restaurant to your left. “Wait here.”

“What? Why?” You were so transfixed by the restaurant’s fancy exterior that you didn’t catch why he was asking you to wait. He got out of the car, getting to your door fast enough for you to still be sitting there, clueless.

Then your door opened, with him peeking over it with a tiny smile.

Oh, god. You weren’t surviving this date at all.

“You are lovely.” You said once you got out, taking the hand he was offering. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me.”

Walking to the door, you thought you saw some people taking a double look at Erling. That only reminded you of his fame, but nothing could affect your mood. His hand was warm, and, not surprisingly, big. It engulfed yours in a way that made you smirk.

“Good night. Table for two.” The guy at the reception looked up to him with a blank stare, like his eyes couldn’t believe who he was seeing, before dropping them to the book between his hands. “It’s under Haaland, with a double ‘a’.”

“Yes, good night, Mr. Haaland... Miss.” He made a slight nod in your direction, looking extremely professional. “Right this way.” He guided you inside the place, which was breathtaking with all of the vintage furniture, the crystal chandeliers, and the beautiful flower themed decoration. “Here it is, table for two by the balcony. I’ll lower the curtains if you like.” Then you noticed the table hiding behind a tall balcony window with an unbelievable view of the city.

You didn’t know what type of guy this whole date made Erling out to be, but whatever that was, you loved it.

“What do you say? Do you want to lower the curtains?” Erling’s hand touched yours, which was resting on his forearm, making you wake up from the trance you were in while admiring your surroundings.

“I… Sure, let’s lower the curtains.” If that means more privacy, then you’ll take it.

“Very well. Please take a seat while I make the final arrangements for your stay.” The man finally left, making the curtains fall, isolating you both from the rest of the place.

What was left was the view of the city, and Erling.

“This is so quiet.” You said, feeling the breeze on your hair. “I like it.”

“I thought you might like it.” You both kept staring right ahead for a few seconds before taking a seat, facing each other with the smile you only wore on your first date with someone. It was shy, sweet, and full of hope. “I’m so glad you’re here. I didn’t think you were going to say yes at all.”

“Really? Why?” There was no way he doubted it. How was that possible?

“You were just… so sweet. I didn’t think you’d say yes to a complete stranger. I was hoping for the best.” His smile was mesmerizing. “I was lucky enough to catch your attention.”

“It was the broad shoulders, actually.” You enjoyed watching his eyes almost disappear while he laughed at your words. “And the long blonde hair.”

“Were they? Damn, I wish I knew that earlier.” His laugh was so contagious. You liked it a lot.

“Good night. Sorry to interrupt. Are you open to seeing the menu?” A waiter appeared on the curtain’s edge with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. You understood his expression all too well; he was tired. He handed you the menus with soft movements before placing his hands close to his body. “Please let me know if you’ll like anything in particular; I’ll be within earshot.” Before you could say “thanks”, he had already disappeared.

“What are you in the mood to drink?” Erling asked, eyeing the menu with interest. “Do you like wine?”

“Only if it’s sweet.” You eyed the menu too, disturbed by the fact that there weren’t any prices listed. What kind of restaurant didn’t have their prices on the menu?

“Well, that’s a deal then. Do you want anything else? Water? An appetizer?” You blinked at the question, not knowing what to do. He could surely afford anything on the menu since he brought you here, but it was still… weird.

“What about the unpronounceable one with the French name that, apparently, has salmon?” You both laughed at your suggestion, your cheeks going a bit red because it was evident you’d never step foot in a restaurant this fancy.

“I actually love the idea of eating something that I don’t have the slightest idea of what it has inside.” He leaned over the menu, giving you a look that made your smile wider. “You aren’t allergic to anything in particular, right?”

“Not at all.” You leaned as well, enjoying the proximity.

“Perfect then. Weird french appetizer it is! Waiter?”

The guy appeared out of nowhere, making you wonder if he was closer than expected. He looked as unimpressed as before, so you figured that it wasn’t the first— nor the last time—- that he’d heard weird things while working. He took your order with a quick nod, not questioning or talking unless either of you asked for something specific.

“Can I ask if you have already decided on the main course?”

“Oh, well.” Erling took a quick glance at the menu, shrugging right after. “I’ll have a steak, actually. Rare, with… Uh… The zucchini, carrot, and apple ribbons.”

“What about you, madam?”

“I’ll have the lobster tortellini.” You said that with enough confidence to not cringe at yourself. Once the waiter left, you eyed Erling, raising an eyebrow at him until he raised one back at you.

“What?”

“Rare?” You laughed, not wanting to believe that you liked a man who ate rare meat. “You are basically asking for an alive piece of meat on your plate, Erling.”

“Ow, c’mon! All the good stuff goes away if you cook it!”

“You can’t be serious!” You liked feeling like you could mess with him. “I’m not taking any of your food opinions seriously if you think that.”

“Oh yeah? Then it doesn’t matter what I think about your food?” His cocky grin made you blush, but you stood your ground.

“That’s very different, you know! My food is amazing.”

“Excuse me, would you like to try the wine first?” The waiter appeared out of nowhere, startling you both.

“Sure thing, we want to get drunk. Don’t we, dear?”

That didn’t take a reaction out of the waiter, but it made you laugh, so Erling kept making silly comments throughout the dinner until the poor guy seemed done with life in general.

You didn’t remember having that much fun on a date since… ever.

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“Have a lovely evening. Please, come back anytime.” The waiter gave you a smile wider than the universe; apparently, it only took a good tip for him to actually show emotion and suddenly like Erling’s jokes.

You both giggled on your way out, Erling’s jacket covering your shoulders as you both walked slowly to the main entrance, red-faced from the bottle of wine and full of food that you still didn’t have the slightest idea of what it was. Your hand was back on his forearm, his tall figure feeling warm against your arm as you followed him.

“I dunno if it would be a good idea to drive right now.” He said once outside, his eyes wandering on his car. “But what else can we do? It’s midnight.”

You both stared at the car for a good minute before giggling nonstop, finding somehow funny how neither of you could drive right now. You were basically stuck there, but it felt like a good thing.

“Maybe we can walk around that park over there?” The idea came suddenly, since it was only now, at the peak of your semi-drunk state, that you noticed the beautiful park a few meters away. “We are not that drunk, so we should be able to walk like normal people… Right?” You looked up to him, catching his pleased smile just in time before he turned his head to look at the park’s direction.

“We are not, beautiful. But we could walk, of course. Any time to add to this date if a yes to me.”

“You’re so cheeky.” You laughed, loving the feeling of being wanted and appreciated by this man.

You were both tipsy, and one good thing about you being tipsy was that your shyness faded away, leaving your truth, and sometimes unhinged, thoughts to come out.

“I love this idea.” He said, guiding you across the almost deserted street. “There isn’t anything more romantic than walking around a park at night.”

“This totally feels like a romcom.” You were wearing his jacket, a cute dress, and walking around a park next to a guy that made you feel like you were floating. He was right. This was romantic.

“Is that a good thing?” He seemed slightly worried, which made you smile even more.

“I love romcoms, Erling.”

You both shared a brief stare, and you felt the electricity run between the two of you. Your skin exploded in goosebumps, and you suddenly remembered he was there, he was real and you were on a date.

Was he going to kiss you?

“I can’t stop saying how beautiful you look tonight.” He whispered, your steps slowly coming to a halt. His hand reached for your face, and this time, he didn’t stop until his fingers were touching your hair.

You didn’t say a word, scared of fucking up the moment. You felt your heart beating so hard that you feared it would be noticeable while he kept staring down at you like you were the only person in the world. It was melting you.

“Erling…” You finally said, reaching for his hand, your fingers exploring the back of it, not knowing what to expect from the kiss that was most definitely coming.

“Can I kiss you?” He murmured, already looking at your lips with such intensity that it took your breath away.

“Yes…”

Once your lips met, your bodies followed. Your hands went for his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt feeling soft against your palms as you held on to them. You felt his hands grabbing your waist, pushing your body against his softly. His lips were soft, warm, amazing. You didn’t recall sharing a kiss on a first date that felt like this. It was so cliche, yet so good.

This was the best kiss you’ve ever had. He was kissing you like it was the best kiss he’d ever had.

You aren’t surviving this. At all.

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thistuesdaynight · 1 year

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Someone to Care

Jegulily minific

Autistic James has a shutdown and is comforted by his boyfriend and girlfriend.

tw: self injurious thoughts, autistic shutdown, dissociation

The Gryffindor common room was packed. It was filled to the brim with sweaty, excited bodies, languid with liquor, and alight with victory. The Quidditch team had won their fifth game in a row this season, and everyone had thought it the perfect occasion for celebration.

Normally, James would agree with them, but right now, he was drowning.

James took in a deep lungful of air, trying to calm himself, but he regretted it immediately. The air was stale and sour with sweat and breath. It seemed that everyone in the bloody school had come to celebrate with them, save for the Ravenclaw team who'd lost that day. James could feel the swirling tendrils of energy building in his chest, clawing at his insides and begging to escape.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to run, and throw things, and smash everything in sight. He wanted to destroy and ruin. He wanted to hit something. He wanted to hit himself. God, he wanted to hit himself. Just a little punch to his head or his thigh. Maybe bang his head against the wall while he was at it.

Anything to stop feeling like this.

He was ready to crawl out of his skin because the music at this party was too loud, and everyone kept talking to him. How 'bout that win, Potter? And Great game! And Where'd you learn that trick you did in the last quarter? He had to smile and nod and engage in conversation all the while pretending that the flashing lights weren't hurting his eyes, and the music wasn't pulverizing his brain, and the unbearable heat of the common room wasn't suffocating him.

But he couldn't react. People didn't like it. They didn't like it when he complained or cried. They would just call him an attention seeking prat like always.

"Alright, James?" Frank frowned at him, looking at him strangely.

They were mid-conversation and James couldn't keep still. The intense energy in his body continued to grow, and James just nodded his head, trying his best to look like he was still listening to whatever Frank was saying.

But James' breathing was going wonky, and he could feel his hands starting to shake, so he shoved them in his pockets. He wanted to sink to the floor and sob. He wanted to shout for everyone to shut up for one bloody second.

But he was the optimist, the ray of sunshine. People depended on him to look at the glass half full. James had to be okay because he was always supposed to be okay. Right?

The awful pressure increased to a level that James feared he wouldn't be able to contain. The buzzing energy climbed up his chest and into his throat, tearing him apart. Just when he was positive he would burst, a dizzying fog washed over his brain, making his entire body go weak.

He needed to sit down. He needed to sit down right now, or he would collapse. James felt distant remorse for leaving a confused and annoyed Frank behind mid-conversation, but he was too weak and too far away in his brain to fully care.

James collapsed into an armchair, staring unseeingly down at the floor, feeling like he would never move again for the rest of his life. His body was leaden, an anchor at the bottom of the ocean.

People kept walking past, patting his shoulder and asking if he was okay, but he could only shake a half-hearted thumbs up in their direction. He wanted to tell everyone that no, he was not okay. He felt like he was drowning, dying, trapped in his mind, subjected to the continued torture of the heat and the lights and the noise.

But he couldn't speak. Just the thought of producing words was exhausting. He wanted to tell everyone to just stop talking to him and leave him alone, because their voices hurt. Why did everyone have to speak so loudly? But when he tried to talk, pain wrapped around his heart and squeezed, as if he would die if he uttered a single word, so he gave up on that altogether.

Soon, people assumed he was being an attention seeking prat yet again and left him be. They muttered under their breath about how dramatic James was. But how could he be looking for attention when all he wanted was to be alone?

He didn't know how long he sat there wishing for this nightmare to end, when he felt two cold hands gripping tightly to his wrists. The touch was immediately calming because it was firm with decisive pressure, and cool enough to take away the edge of his feverish skin.

"I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" A soft voice intoned. "Lily's gone to make sure the room is ready for you."

Regulus.

Regulus was here, and he was going to be okay.

James wanted to sink into Regulus' arms and his grounding touch, but he still couldn't move. So, he simply hoped the boy knew how grateful he was. Regulus muttered something under his breath, and an invisible barrier descended around them. A personal silencing charm just around James' armchair.

James felt such relief at the quiet, that a tear escaped from his eye and rolled down his cheek.

"I know, mon soleil," Regulus tutted. His boyfriend wiped his tear away with a firm hand and pressed his palm against James' face. If James could have leaned into the touch, he would have.

James heard rather than saw Lily join them. The task of processing his surroundings was too great, so he couldn't look up at her, unable to move his gaze from the spot on the floor.

"Everything's ready, Jamie," Lily murmured, careful not to disturb the silence. His boyfriend and his girlfriend always knew what to do when he got like this.

"Can you stand?"

James gave a jerky nod. Regulus and Lily supported either side of him and helped him shuffle towards the stairs. He must have looked in a right state, having to be pulled along like that. The world was still too far away for him to notice, but he heard his two partners dismissing everyone's concerns.

With their help, James stumbled up the stairs to his dorm. Sirius, Peter, and Remus were still partying, so it was quiet, especially with Lily's silencing charm keeping out the raucous noises of the party.

Lily had dimmed the lights, casting the room in a gentle glow. The tension in his shoulders unraveled slightly. Lily had set up silencing charms round his bed too, so he wouldn't have to hear his mates stumbling in later that night. She'd also put up his favorite galaxy charm above his bed. She knew it calmed him to watch the swirling stars.

Regulus laid down first on the bed, dragging James into the cradle of his arms and legs. Then, Lily laid directly on top of him, Regulus wrapping his arms around them both and squeezing tight. James instantly relaxed, feeling buoyed and supported by the steady pressure of them.

They laid there for some time, allowing James' mind to quiet and the clawing energy in his body to settle. Lily ran her fingers through Regulus' hair, while pressing firm kisses to James' collarbone, while Regulus held tightly to both of them, fingers stroking Lily's side.

Finally, James began to come out of it. He still couldn't speak, but he could move easier and at least make noises. And the first noise out of his mouth was a sob.

Lily and Regulus sat up, knowing that James could handle a gentler touch now. They ran soothing hands over him, brushing his hair back from his face and stroking his tear streaked cheeks.

"Baby, it's okay," Lily murmured, wiping his tears away. "We've got you. Let it out."

And James cried harder, glad to have the permission to let go. Regulus dragged his nails up and down James' back, whispering soothing words in French. Even though James didn't understand, Regulus knew that he liked hearing him speak French anyway. Lily peppered kisses over his face and ran her hands through his hair, and he knew he was safe.

But James still had an urge to hit. He could hit himself. Just a little. Just to make himself feel better. He raised his hand to smack the side of his head, but Lily and Regulus pushed his hand away.

"No, mon soleil. Not that."

"We don't want you hurting yourself, Jamie."

He cried in protest, but they guided him to punch the mattress, which he did until he felt better. James punched the bed and cried, loud and ugly, all the discomfort he'd felt for the past few hours bubbling to the surface.

Slowly, he calmed, sobs subsiding into little whimpers, and his partners held him through it. After, he felt exhausted and boneless, all the energy and stress zapped from him. Lily and Regulus laid him back onto the pillows, snuggling close.

James tucked his nose into Lily's throat, breathing in the scent of her, and Regulus curled around his back. He blinked up at the galaxy swirling above them, feeling safe and supported by the two people he loved.

He couldn't speak now, but in the morning, James would thank them. He would tell Regulus and Lily how much he loved them and how much he appreciated them for helping him through this. He knew they would wave away his gratitude, but James felt it overtake his heart. He knew how lucky he was to have people to take care of him. He sighed, and his eyes fluttered, growing closer to sleep.

He loved Regulus and Lily. And he was so grateful to have them.

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bimbo-writer · 1 month

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☆The life of a psycho idols toy☆

Contains: smut, stalking, abuse, forced sex, drugging, spanking, handcuffs, orgasm denial, edging, degrading, praise, double penetration, threesome, foursome, multiple rounds.

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Life was perfect before you started listening to Swirl, the moment you heard their music it was like a switch was flipped. Suddenly you started going to every concert paying huge amounts of money you had saved just to get a closer look at all of them.

That's where it should have stopped but it didn't, and because of that you'll never forget the night you gambled your soul and lost the bet.

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It started like any other night attending the newest Swirl concert in your town waiting anxiously for the band to strat. When you noticed out the corner of your eye a fellow fan that looked really familiar for some reason. You brushed it off thinking it was probably just your imagination and went back to screaming for the band, when you felt a hand around your wrist.

Your eyes shifted to see who was grabbing you and saw it was Venti the lead singer of Swirl! You where about to scream when he put a hand over your mouth shushing you, "hey your pretty cute wanna have a once in a lifetime experience baby?" He questioned as if he had to ask something like that, you nodded vigorously in excitement as he pulled you away from the crowd towards the stage.

He talked to the security guard for a minute before he opened the gate leading to the stage and backstage area. "Alright listen here sweetie this isn't something we normally do like ever but today I felt like doing something special for a fan" he said winking at you.

His words made you feel special as a small blush spread to your cheeks, "but why did you pick me? And what about all the other members of Swirl?" Your questioned didn't seem to register with him cause he just walked away leaving you alone in the middle of their concert.

"Wait Venti-" you tried walking after him but immediately bumped into someone, "I'm so sorry-" your sentence trailing off to the end as you looked up seeing it was xiao the lead guitarist.

"Who are you and why are you back here?" He questioned looking you up and down trying to see if you where a threat. "Um my name is-" your sentence getting cut off again as Venti reappears with the other members of the band.

"Venti there you are I've been looking for you" xiao says sighing a breathe of relief while you just stood there jaw agape from shock. All the other members watched you curiously as you took a step back almost falling on your butt before Venti's hand grabbed yours pulling you into his arms.

"Be careful baby don't want you getting hurt" he teased hands going to your waist as you struggled to keep your brain from overheating. "Venti what did you do this time?" Ather asks with a look of excitement and worry, "I figured since this is the last show on our tour why not do something special for our little devoted fan".

Everybody sighed not liking where this was going but just played along with it, "but why is she here backstage Venti?" Kazuha asked this time. "Well I figure she could perform with us just this once" he said as all the other members just stood their in disbelief at what he wanted to do this time.

"Venti are you crazy she can't just perform with us like it's nothing, the producers will kill us" xiao exclaimed while Venti just stuck his tongue out pushing you in a changing room and started telling everyone to make you match them.

Immediately you where told to undress and they started taking your measurements putting make up on you and pulling you in every direction. Your mind couldn't keep up with everything they where doing except getting dizzy from all the pulling.

After they where done you looked in the mirror to see yourself, you where shocked to see how pretty you looked with all the make up and the outfit.

"Alrighty cutie I hope your done cause where about to get on stage" Venti peeked his head inside telling you that you where about to go on stage. "Wait but I'm still not ready-" your sentence getting cut off as Venti grabbed your hand dragging you away as the make up crew gave you a worried look.

"Alrighty it's time. Don't worry baby you get to sit back here for a while and practice your song its gonna be 'our toxic love' from our play boy album". Those where his final words before he stepped out onto the stage with everyone else leaving you alone again.

As you heard the screams of thousands of fans all you could think about was how they would absolutely chew you out for being on stage with Swirl. You tried calming yourself down and practicing your voice but it didn't help at all.

'Its gonna be alright you just have to sing and dance in front of a few thousand people' which didn't sound easy nor was it going to be easy.

Venti's voice brought you out of your thoughts as he announced there next song was our toxic love signaling you to come out. Taking one last deep breathe you stepped out onto the the stage bright lights stining your eyes as the crowd fell silent with a few low whispers.

Your heart was beating a million miles an hour as your breathe began to go rigid and your head spin. All the anxiety pilling all at once at the worse time, you where about to just run off stage but Venti grabbed your hand pulling you into his arms and whispering in your ear.

"My dear you have to start the song in order for us to finish" his voice making you go weak in the knees. He let you go giving you a wink as you exhaled before starting the song and dancing perfectly along to the music. All the other members followed you letting you take the lead as the fans started to scream.

With each step you could see that the band was slowly inching closer to you which wasn't part of the choreograph. You started to panic thinking that you had somehow messed up but instead as the final words left you lips all the boys turned your way holding you in some intimate way.

Xiao was holding your hips, while Venti was caressing you thigh from below, Ather pulling your chin towards him, Heziou caressing your other thigh, and Kazuha holding your breast lightly. The fans started crying this time upset at the position you where in right.

All the boys got up from their positions and waved goodbye to there fans as you just bowed feeling sorry for probably running their night. As you made your way backstage you where having trouble keeping your heart from jumping out of your chest.

Once back stage you finally let out the sigh you had been holding in turning to see the boys looking at you. "What was that? That wasn't part of the choreography at all" you asked confused why they decided to change it so last minute. "We thought it would be fun" Venti teased sticking his tongue out.

Why where you not surprised, "anyway thank you for the chance to perform with you it was amazing but I kinda want to change and go home". You thought this would be the end but it wasn't, "trying to leave so soon? The fun has only started dear" this time it was heziou speaking.

"Why should the night end here" kazuha chimed in smiling brightly at you. "Well if you're all fine with it I wouldn't mind spending more time with you". You never thought that Swirl would take an interest in you.

"No this ends here" xiao spoke up holding your clothes and phone in hand, "she needs to leave immediately. It's bad enough she was on stage with us now people are gonna think she's some kind of new celebrity". His tone was laced with venom as he spoke sending shivers down your spine.

The others seemed like they wanted to object but his aura left no room for debate. "It's fine I'll just leave plus your gonna have many more concerts to come so I'll see you when you guys go on tour again" you beamed making everyone but xiao smile.

As you got into the trailer ready to undress you noticed something out the corner of your eye. It was a small blinking red light, it peaked your curiosity. Taking a few steps forward to see what it was you almost tripped over something.

You heard something fall and bent down to pick it up. You noticed it was a collar, a collar that had your name on it. It kinda freaked you out but you didn't think too much of it since there lots of other people in the world and it could belong to someone they know.

Just as you were about to put it back you heard the band talking outside of the changing room.

"Look Venti I know you're obsessed with her but this needs to stop if she mysteriously goes missing and the cops know the last place she was, was at our concert then it spells trouble for us"

It was Xiao and it sounded like they were talking about you, what did he mean by if you went missing?

You pressed your ear closer to the wall trying to gather more information.

"Why are you worrying so much it's not like the police are gonna think a idol group would kidnap a college student" Venti's voice was the next you heard.

Wait did he say kidnap!? There were all kinds of alarms blaring in your head telling you that you needed to get out of there immediately.

Unfortunately your curiosity got the better of you as you continued to listen to their conversation.

"Look Venti we all like her but what happened tonight really crossed the line" it was Heizou.

Just as Venti was about to say something else his phone went off and from there it went silent.

You backed up from the wall in shock at what you were hearing, did the members of Swirl like you? Not only that they were obsessed with you!

You needed to get out of there and quick, just as were about to grab your phone the room you were changing in started to fill with gas. It was transparent and had no smell to it so you didn't notice it at first but you soon felt your body become numb and your eyelids heavy.

You tried to get to the door but fell to your knees before you could get there and soon lost consciousness.

The last thing you heard before everything went black was the sound of the door opening and Venti's voice. "I'm sorry dear but it looks like you found out too much" a small laugh leaving his lips.

When you regained consciousness you were in a dimly lit room laying on a bed that felt awful cold for some reason. You thought it was just your sensitive skin but when you looked down you saw you were wearing not bit a torques lingerie set that you definitely weren't wearing before.

You wanted to stand up but your body still felt heavy and when you tried to move your hands you felt them in handcuffs. You tilted your head upward to see the were connected to the headboard.

You looked around the room trying to see if there was anything around that could tell you where you were. As you looked around more and found nothing you started to hear faint footsteps that grew louder with each passing second until they stopped in front of the door.

You grew nervous at who or what was behind the door, before your brain could think anymore about it the door swung open revealing Swril. Your eyes widen with surprise before it was quickly replaced with fear.

Venti was the first to enter the room smiling big while the others wore creepy smiles, "look guys she's already awake" his voice boomed in the small room as he walked closer to you. Your fight or flight took over as you started to thrash against your restraints and scream.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" he didn't seemed bothered by this and simply walked up to you grabbing your face roughly. "Now that's not very nice especially after we went to all the trouble of getting an extra sound proof room just for you" his smile was sadistic.

"You know instead of acting like a little bitch you could thank us" his words were hurtful and laced with venom. "Why the fuck would I thank you after you kidnapped me!?" you started to raise your voice again but was met with a slap to the face.

It stung like hell as the area began to redden a little, "see you went and made me made hit you" his tone was sympathetic but you knew he wasn't. "How about you beg me to kiss it better" he wanted to brake your spirit you knew that's what he wanted.

You had studied a little bit on manipulation and abuse, and this was one of the things they did to try and brake your spirit.

"Go to hell"

His face dropped from it's bright smile to one of pure hatred, "look I'm trying to be nice but your acting like a bitch. So either you start apologizing or things are gonna get gruesome around here" he looked deep into your eyes trying to tell you he was serious.

As you were about to tell him off again Heizou spoke up, "come Venti she seems scared let's give her something to drink first. I'm sure she's thirsty after being out for so long". Heizou stopped Venti from hurting you again and you from making him want to hurt you.

"Your right I'm sure are little darling is quite parched" he sighed before going back to his normal self. You wanted to protest but your throat betrayed you going dry and felt hoarse.

You watched as they dissapeared from your sight, you heard the clang of glass and the sound of liquid being poured. You couldn't see what they were pouring until they came back into view with a glass of blue juice.

Kazuha was the one holding the glass and came forward bringing the glass to your lips, you moved your head refusing to drink it.

"What's the matter love why won't you drink the juice?" He asked a small frown on his face. It almost made you feel bad, almost.

"You think I'm stupid? What if you drugged the juice" you were smart enough to know that if your kidnapped to not drink or eat anything they offer unless you know for sure it's not poisoned.

Venti and Xiao let out loud sighs letting you know they were staring to get pissed at your behavior. "Love I promise we didn't put anything in the juice when we poured it for you" Kazuha tried to reassure you but you didn't believe him.

"What will it take for you to believe us dear" this time it was Ather who spoke up, you thought about it for a minute then decided.

"I want all of you to drink some of the juice too. If it's poisoned then we all die and if it's not then I'll be inclined to behave a little more".

They seemed fine with this and brought five more glasses and the juice that they had served you. One by one they each filled the glasses with the blue liquid and drank it.

Kazuha then tried to get you to drink yours to which you pushed your head to the side again. "Wait, I want to wait a second to see if anything happens to any of you" Xiao was about to protest but Venti said it was fine.

As the six of you sat there waiting you didn't see anything wrong with any of them, maybe they didn't actually drug the juice.

"Fine I'll drink it" you spoke as Kazuha lifted the glass to your lips as you slowly drank the juice. They didn't wear any particular expressions when you drank it which made you feel a little better.

As the last of the liquid slid down your throat you could see Venti making his way to, "now see was that so hard my darling" he was teasing you.

You puffed your cheeks out and turned away from him, "you can be mad all you want but you still look cute".

"Whatever" you said rolling your eyes which didn't go unnoticed by Xiao, "quit being so ungrateful you bitch" he started to get closer but Heizou and Kazuha blocked him from getting too close.

"Calm down Xiao she's just being moody" Heizou was quick to defend you.

"Plus you don't need to worry her attitude will change soon enough" this time it was Kazuha talking to him. His words made you tense up a little, the thought of the juice being drugged still plagued your mind.

As you began to try and clam yourself, you started to feel really hot.

The boys didn't notice since they were talking with each other and bickering about things you couldn't hear. Your breathe started to become ragged and uneven as it felt like you were laying on fire.

Venti was the first to take notice of this and smirked, "look guys it's finally starting to take effect" he pointed toward you and all the others eyes followed. Your body was shaking slightly and it was flushed a nice shade of red and pink.

They smirked closing in on you until you were completely surround by them with someone by every part of your body.

"What the hell did you make me drink!?"

Nobody answered you instead they started stripping, revealing their toned body's to you.

"Answer the question dammit!"

At this point your were pissed they had lied, but how come it was only affecting you and not them if the juice was all the same.

"Calm down darling we only gave you an aphrodisiac to make you more comfortable" his smirk only pissed you off more.

"When I get outta here I'm gonna-"

"Your gonna what?" Xiao cut your sentence off grabbing your face roughly squishing your cheeks together. It hurt badly as you tried not to let him know it did, "xiao your hurting her" Ather reached his hand out to grab Xiao's but it was quickly slapped away.

"I don't care I've waited long enough to have her all to ourselves and you iditos are just screwing around" he grabbed Ather slamming him against the wall. The others didn't seem to fazed by it and just continued to strip.

Each one had a unique build. Heizou had the best abs, while Venti had a smaller frame compared to the others, and Kazuhau seemed to be packing. From what you could tell Xiao had well defined muscles and Ather had a fat ass.

As you were ogling the men you felt a hand on your cheek making you face Venti. "Do you like what you see darling?"

You tried to move away from him touch but his grip was firm letting you know he could be just as rough as Xiao. "I asked you a question darling so why don't you answer me" his voice dropped an octave.

You nodded not wanting to give his the satisfaction of hearing you compliment them. He seemed fine with you refusing to use your words, for now at least.

"So we taking turns or all at once~" it was Heizou. "Well I was thinking we take turns, I'm not sure she could handle all of us at once, well not yet at least~" Venti might have been fucked up for kidnapping you but he still cared about you.

"Well me might want to hurry cause Xiao is practically fucking Ather" you looked over to see what Kazuha was talking about. Xiao had Ather pressed up against the wall making out with him and grinding on him.

You couldn't lie it was hot seeing them like that, "come on Xiao leave Ather alone you know he's sensitive especially when people are watching". Heizou went over to break the two apart leaving Xiao frustrated and Ather on the verge of cumming.

"So about fucking her I think it should be Xiao and Me first, then Heizou, Ather, and Kazuha" venti was explaining the order of everyone and who would go first. How were you supposed to take Venti and Xiao first then be expected to take three more guys.

You started to thrash against your restraints trying to somehow get out of them but to no avail. "Aww our little darling is trying to escape, isn't that cute" Venti was mocking you, taking pleasure in your misery.

"Fuck you" you spat before moving away from his touch just to bring you back, grabbing you by your hair. "Oh no it will be us who fucks you darling" he laughed before smashing his lips against yours.

Under any other circumstances you would be over joyed that he was kissing you but this isn't a romantic kiss. You close your eyes trying to invision anyone else kissing you right now but it didn't help.

His tongue grazed your bottom lips asking for entrance which you denied so he pulled your hair again making you open your mouth. It opened just enough for him to slide his tongue inside and lay claim, humming in satisfaction.

He pulled away after a second and enjoyed the look of defeat on your face, "come dear just give in already if you do we can think about getting rid of the restraints. I know they hurt". Before you could respond Xiao came and sat on the other side of you grabbing your face.

"I'm tired of waiting let's just hurry up" he pushed your legs apart hand moving to toy with your cunt. A small whimper left your lips at his action it felt so good especially with the aphrodisiac starting to take effect.

"Come on slut just say you want more and we'll get rid of the restraints and fuck you silly" his words were harsh but the cuffs did hurt when you pulled on them.

"Please..." it was barely above a whisper.

"Say. It. Louder. Slut" xiao demanded the grip on your hair tightening with each word.

"Please remove the cuffs and fuck me" you said it just loud enough to satisfy him. Pathetically waiting for them to un-cuff you and have their way with you.

They all smirked going to remove the cuffs from your body, once they where gone and you sat up, you tried to make a run for it but xiao expected this. Tackling you back on to the bed, "god damnit bitch why can't you just listen!?"

"Fuck you" you spat clawing at his arms trying to get him off you. Unfortunately he was much stronger than you and wouldn't budge. He had enough and grabbed your hands pinning them above your head before shoving his cock inside you.

It hurt like hell because they didn't prepare you, his cock practically splitting you in two. "Aw come on xiao your gonna break her before the rest of us get a turn" heizou whined. Xiao just brushed the comment off continuing his assault on your pussy. "So fucking wet all for me" xiao teased bending down to kiss you.

It was sloppy just like the other times, but more spit than anything. You hated how your body was starting to give in to his touches. It was bad enough that he was having his way with you but then venti came and sat next to your head.

"Aww look at you all helpless and needy, it's a good thing we're here to help you" he mocked, voice too sweet for comfort. You were going to retaliate, say something when xiao gave a particularly hard thrust into you. Your unsaid sentence coming out as a high pitched moan.

"Fuck your tight, and don't get me wrong I'd love to hear you moan endlessly but right now I need you to shut up". With that he montioned for Venti to start, he flipped you over onto your hands and knees so your mouth was aligned with Venti.

He gave you a smile before grabbing hold of your hair and forcing his cock to the back of your throat. "Fuck her throat is like a vice" he exclaimed before starting to slowly thrust. It burned but it wasn't unbearable or particularly rough like how xiao was. The pain slowly subsiding to pleasure, "so perfect for us, such a good girl".

The praise went straight to your pussy tightening around Xiao, "I think she likes the praise but let's see how she likes being treated like a whore". A hand came down on your ass making you whine around Venti, pussy clenching harder around Xiao. "Such a good whore, moaning like you weren't begging to be let go minutes ago". His words hurt your heart but it made you that much more wet.

Xiao started picking up the paste thrust becoming faster, balls slapping against your cunt. It felt so good being sandwiched between them, your mind was becoming foggy and lightheaded. Your orgasm creeping up and body becoming tense.

"She's close, I knew she was a slut" xiao moved his hand from your hip down to your clit rubbing fast circles. He was coaxing you to your oragsm and practically kissing your cervix with his cock.

Your orgasm coming crashing over you and you screamed around Venti, Xiao moved his hand back to your hip. His grip was bruising as he stilled himself and released inside you, painting your insides white. He waited a minute before pulling out and watching his cum start to spill out slowly.

He got off the bed and went to sit in a chair watching as Venti had his way with you. "Your so beautiful love, all I've ever dreamed of" his words made your heart flutter but his thrust were completely hard. Holding your head in place allowing himself to fuck your face however he wanted.

"Fuck baby, I'm close- take it" after another thrust he buried himself into the back of your throat and came. Ropes of hot white cum spilling into you. He pulled off and grabbed you by your chin pulling your bottom lip to open your mouth. You opened and showed him that you had swallowed all of it.

"Such a good girl" leaning down and kissing you softly before pulling away and letting you fall onto your stomach. Arms exhausted from supporting your weight for so long. "Ok we're done for now you guys can take over" you lazily rolled over onto your side and propping yourself up into your arms.

Looking up and seeing the other three standing before you. Heziou grabbed your arm and pulled you close to his chest as kazuha played down. Ather took a spot behind him and waited for the others to start. "Now sweety we might not be as big as Xiao but we're much thicker~" he whispered in your ear before making you straddle Kazuha.

You could feel his cock grind along your pussy lips catching your clit every now and then. It felt amazing but you wanted more, with Heizou's help you slowly slipped onto Kazuha's cock. He wasn't kidding when he said that they were thicker than Xiao, the stretch this time stung much worse. You hissed in pain as you slid the rest of him inside you before sitting on top of him full.

They didn't make you move or immediately start thrusting like Xiao did, they were much more gentle than the other two. It felt nice being treated softly and slowly, "hey quite screwing around and just fuck her already" it was xiao being impatient in the side.

They ignored him and slowly started moving you up and down Kazuhas cock. The stretch making it even better, "fuck she looks so pretty all messed up" ather whimpered stroking his cock messily chasing his own orgasm.

"Ather you know she has more than one hole right?" Heizou motioned for Ather to just take your throat, hand snaking from behind to open your mouth wide for him. He hesitated but slowly slide inside groaning as your lips wrapped around the base. He wasn't as long as Venti but he was much thicker. Stretching your jaw wider than you were comfortable with.

He gave small slow thrust timing his with Kazuhas while Heizou stayed back for the most part. Allowing the other two to enjoy themselves, all you could do was take it, pain slowly starting to subside into pleasure.

"Fuck baby your going to make me crazy if you kept at it" Ather's grains becoming louder. His hips rutting harder against your face fucking it harder than before. His cock started to twitch letting you know he was close. It only took another thrust before he was spilling his seed down your throat forcing you to swallow everything he was giving you.

His cum tatsted a little sweeter than Ventis but you still didn't care for the taste. It was only a second before Heizou was back behind you. "You did such a good job sweety now let's see if you can take more" his hand moved to your soaking cunt gathering your arousal and smearing it around your hole being stretched by Kazuhas cock.

He was lubing you up trying to stretch your hole further. It hurt but god did it feel amazing, being praised for taking it all like such a good girl. "Such a good girl being such perfect little slut" the mix of praise and degradation almost sending you over the edge again. Before you could though Heizou pulled his fingers away from you cunt ripping the feeling of your oragsm away from you.

Small slurs of "please" fling from your lips begging to be pushed further. "Such a little cock slut already begging to be ruined more" it was Xiao mocking you. His words citting deep.

Heizou stocked his cock before lining it up to your already ruined hole and slowly started to push in with Kazuha. It brought a shrill scream from you spasming hard against Kazuha as your oragsm came crashing down at once. "Fuck baby your so tight, taking two cocks up your perfect pussy" Heizous thrust became in sync with Kazuhas there tips kissing your cervix in the most bruising and pleasurable manner.

It wasn't long before Kazhuas thrust started to become erratic and harder,one more theustand he was spilling inside you. His hand moving to your face and kissing you while he ride out his high. Your brain was complete mush by now, too drink on the feeling yo know what's going on anymore.

Soon Heizou was also spilling inside you adding to the pressure,making you feel so full. The three of you stayed like that for a minute collecting your breathe. It felt nice to be treated softly unlike the rough treatment of the first two.

After a minute the two slowly pulled out making you whine at the lost feeling of being full. The others watched as small globes of cum spilled from your ruined whole. It turned them all on to see you dazed out of your mind and covered in cum.

You didn't move just staring at the ceiling and allowing your eye lids to slowly start to fall. "Hey don't go falling asleep yet bitch we're not even close to being done." Xiao roughly grabbed your face and pushed his lips against yours.

He pulled away and all you saw was everyone staring at you lust clouding their vision. From their they spent the next six hours putting you in every possible position they could. Taking turns using you like their personal flesh light, uncaring of how you felt.

They pulled oragsm after orgasm from you while painting you in their cum. Making you take load after load until you felt like you were going to get pregnant. After Xiao cum for the nth time inside you he quickly pulled out yo watch his cum seep out of you and stain the sheets below you.

"Alright slut I guess we're done for now, I'll get the other to clean you up. Get some rest you'll need it and remember you're our bitch now" he pulled roughly on the little choker before kissing you one final time. After that you drifted into unconscious, thinking about just what the hell got you here.

#venti #xiao #kazuha #heizou #ather #anime #genshin impact #smut

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ixynaa · 6 months

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SEEING RED PART III

Ghost x f! Reader (Soap’s Sister)

MW3 Spoilers!

Warnings: mentions of violence, language, death, mental health illnesses.

The world around Y/N seemed to move slow, like time had been stuck in the slowest frame possible. When she exited her car and stood outside of the local hospital, dreading to move an inch. She could barely get herself to go inside.

But somehow, she did. And as she did, she couldn’t find herself able to look around or take in her surroundings like she would on a normal day basis.

Taking a hesitant step, Y/N hugged herself as she entered the hospital. She walked slowly, following the signs and directions that would lead her to the morgue on the opposite end of the hospital. She truly did not want to have to do this, but she had to, in order for them to move forward with Johnny’s cremation.

She would have to confirm that it was her brother laying dead in the morgue with a twisted arm and a bullet hole in the side of his head; despite watching the entire scene unfold right before her.

Her stomach churned as she followed the signs through the hospital. She wasn’t sure if it was the constant turns of left and right that was making her feel dizzy and nauseated, or if it was because of where she was headed, or both.

When she reached the first floor, her heart was beginning to pound inside of her chest to the point she was afraid it was going to explode out of her chest. Her palms were sweaty and her body trembled. It was cold there, and it only got worse the closer she got to the morgue.

When she turned the corner, she noticed a security guard standing outside of the double doors. She looked up at the sign and took in a sharp breath.

Morgue.

He looked to Y/N and stepped forward.

“I’m here regarding John MacTavish.”

He nodded. “Doctor Halpin is inside, waiting for you.”

As he badged her in, the doors opened and she stepped inside. A young woman stood, dressed in surgical scrubs and a cap.

“You must be Y/N MacTavish, John’s sister?”

She nodded as she shook her hand.

“My name is Doctor Elaina Halpin. I’ve been taking care of your brother for the past few days. I want to start off by offering my condolences. I know this is a very hard time for you, but I want you to know that I’m here if you need anything whatsoever.”

Tears threatened to spill from Y/N’s eyes, and she cleared her throat as she hugged herself. “Um. . . W—Where is he?”

Doctor Halpin offered a small smile. “He’s just over here.”

She followed her towards a curtain that had been blocking off part of the room. Y/N felt bile rise in her throat as she picked at her lip.

“I need just enough time for you to confirm that it’s him, and I’ll give you all the time you need.”

As she drew back the curtain, Y/N noticed a body atop of the table, covered by a blanket. As she stepped forward and stood beside the body, she reached out with shaky hands to carefully grasp the blanket.

Tugging it down slowly, she exposed his face, and she immediately choked for a breath. Doctor Halpin waited.

“It’s him.” She said quietly. Her voice was a raspy breath, and she sniffled. “It’s Johnny.”

She nodded. “Take your time.”

As she left, Y/N couldn’t break her gaze away from his face. Even as she reached out and placed her hands to each side of his face and leaned in towards her brother.

“Goddammit, Johnny.” She cried, pressing her forehead to his own. “Oh, Johnny.”

Her tears blurred her vision, but she could still make out the man’s jawline with her eyes as her fingers slowly traced his jaw and chin. His rough stubble was no longer there, but his marble soft skin in place. His full lips a tint of purple and blue, fixed into what almost looked like a dull smile.

Sniffling, Y/N stroked his face as she closed her eyes.

As a hand closed over the woman’s shoulder, she opened her eyes and turned slowly. John and Gaz stood there, wearing melancholy expressions as they watched Y/N.

Y/N turned and wrapped her arms around the captain’s neck as he closed his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into an embrace. Fighting back the urge to break down right there, she fisted the man’s jacket as she choked on a breath.

“‘S all right, soldier.” He whispered. “We’re here.”

Gaz stepped forward and placed his hand on the woman’s back. “Always.”

As she pulled away from John and turned to Gaz, John pulled off his hat and neared Johnny. The man stared down at him as he pursed his lips, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry it had to come to this.”

Gaz hugged Y/N tightly. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” She whispered into his ear.

As she pulled away, John stood upright and cleared his throat.

“There’s one more who wanted to come In before you leave, but only three of us are allowed in. We’ll head outside so he can come in. We’ll be waiting for you both.”

John grabbed her head and pressed a kiss to the woman’s head before following Gaz towards the doors. Y/N moved back to Johnny’s side, reaching for his hand. His hand was so cold and his fingers were so stiff, but she still managed to mold her own with his.

She closed her eyes as they began to burn.

“I remember on your first day, Johnny wouldn’t shut the hell up about the newest addition to our team: “The Baby MacTavish”.

It came from behind her, causing her to smile as she recalled the memory as Simon spoke.

“He always said how you’d never hurt a fly, unless it hurt you first.”

She could feel him standing nearby now.

“He admired you, Y/N. He was proud to call you his baby sister.”

Y/N choked on a sob. “What do I do? How can I live without him? My brother? My poor brother. . . My only family.”

She wanted to give in to the pain. She wanted to scream and cry and beg Johnny to come back as she held him to her chest until he’d open his eyes. But she knew that it wasn’t going to happen.

“God, Johnny.” She sobbed. Simon wound an arm around the woman as she finally broke. The pain finally consumed her, having shattered slowly until all of the pieces met and collapsed.

Y/N buried her face into his chest as she cried, his hand holding the back of her head. She struggled to breathe as she tried desperately to kick through the panic attack.

“It hurts, it fucking hurts.” She sobbed.

“I know, baby.” He whispered. He held for a little while longer until she finally calmed.

“I have to sign it.” She told herself. Simon released her, and she looked up at him.

“I have to do it, before I change my mind.” She said quietly.

Doctor Halpin waited outside of the morgue until Y/N and Simon stepped out from inside. She watched as Y/N stayed at the man’s side, clinging to the wall for support.

“I’m ready to sign.”

She held out the clipboard and pen for her to obtain. “Sign on the dotted line with today’s date, and Sergeant MacTavish will be ready for cremation in the morning.”

Clicking the pen, Y/N held her breath and quickly wrote her signature on the dotted line, followed by the date in which she said goodbye to her brother.

John, Gaz and Simon looked between each other as she returned the clipboard.

“We’ll give you a call when he’s ready to be picked up.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” John said. The woman nodded and smiled as she disappeared back into the morgue.

Later that day, John and Gaz had promised a night of drinks to Y/N after the day in hell she had received. The only condition on her going, was to make sure that Simon was going.

“You wanted me here, then?” He asked as he swirled his glass of whiskey in his hand.

“I wanted you here because you understand me the most.” She told him quietly. John and Gaz were talking to Joe on the other side of the counter. “And Joe wouldn’t let me drink if I was alone.”

The noise she heard beneath his balaclava and deep in his chest was a chuckle, which caused her to lower her head as she smiled widely.

“I’m not responsible, I think Joe should really check himself into a facility.”

“He knows you claim yourself responsible for me.”

“You’re a big girl.”

“It has nothing to do with being a big girl,” she said to him. “It’s me not wanting to be alone, and when I’m with you, I’m not. Okay?”

Simon was silent as she grabbed another shot.

“I’m not getting drunk, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“All right.”

Y/N turned her head and looked up at him. Through his balaclava, he stared at her with dark, piercing eyes that were sometimes too difficult to read.

“If you want to leave, then leave. I’m not stopping you.”

“Why wouldn’t you stop me?”

“Because if you don’t want to be here, I’m not going to force you to.” She answered curtly. “I don’t want you to be here because you think you’re supposed to be here— that Soap would want you here. I want you to be here because you want to be.”

“How do you know I don’t want to be?”

“Because you’re not showing me anything that indicates that you want to be here.”

“Buy me a whiskey and we’ll talk.”

Y/N stared at him.

“Joe, one whiskey. And no, it’s not for me.”

A few hours had passed, and they hadn’t left until Joe closed the doors for the night. It was around two o’clock in the morning when Y/N, Simon, Gaz, John and Joe exited the bar.

“Thanks for the drinks, Joe. Much appreciated.” John clapped his hand on his shoulder. “All right. Simon, we’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yes, sir.”

He patted Simon’s chest before reaching to cup Y/N’s face before following Gaz and Joe towards their cars.

Y/N exhaled as she turned to Simon. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He asked.

She shrugged as she stuffed her hands into her pockets. “For being here. . . For helping me, ever since. . .”

She cleared her throat. “I know you aren’t the type to open up to anyone, but you need to know that I’m always here for you. Wether it’s someone to bitch to about work, or if you need to tell any stupid army jokes to.”

Y/N was sincere, she always had been. But he knew that she was dangerous in ways nobody could explain. He could see it in her eyes the day that she attacked Shepherd— she would kill to avenge her brother.

But right now, she was. . . Fragile. She was soft, delicate, desperate for someone to keep her holding on.

Simon lifted his hand and cupped her face. When her lips parted, Y/N swallowed nervously.

“Simon. . .”

She raised her hands and tugged at the mask that hid his face. As she pulled it above his lips, she stared at them before taking a step forward.

Standing on the tip of her toes, he leaned in until she carefully touched his face, too nervous to make any sudden movements to scare him off, as if he were a stray dog. A mutt.

Simon could smell the perfume coming from her skin and the tequila from her lips as she inched closer. But once they were close enough, the man closed his eyes as their lips met.

@poohkie90

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #imagines #john price #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #ghost cod

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yachiblanca · 2 years

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Hi I was wondering if you could write a pillerman x reader where the reader passes out in front of them? (I get dizzy spells and often pass out if I’m to hot, normally I can catch them but some times it happens out of no where) thank you and I hope you have a great day :)

Hello! I hope you're doing well, stay hydrated to lessen the hot temperature, thank you for the request! :-)

Reader passing out in front of the Pillarmen

You and Kars were doing activities together, it had been a while since you both started- has it been 30 minutes exact? Hours? or more? You didn’t remember till you had slowly start to see faint of black in your sight- then the next thing you didn’t knew was that you had already passed out leaving Kars to witness what had happened.

After that he saw you faint- he wasn’t much surprised- he knew to that you were going to pass out by just the simple glance he took from you, he didn’t tell you nor warn you that you looked like you were going to pass out any second- well.. that’s because of his ego..

He stops from what he’s doing, a smug on his face “Passed out already?” Both of Kars’s arms dive under your unconscious body- instantly carrying you in one sweep, he admits to himself you look more adorable in his arms- leaving a light faint blush on his cheeks but brushing it off quickly- not wanting to be seen.

His feet are fast to carry you to his room and lay you on his luxurious looking bed, Kars isn’t worried- not even a single bit, he can still feel your pulse- but what occupies his mind is how do you wake up? Kars hasn’t studied about human medication of whatsoever, so instead he did it the old fashion way of how he saw humans do it.

He placed a cold towel on your forehead- and so did he wiped the rest of your visible skin with another cold towel, Kars would never do this to anyone but this was his first time doing it for you- who’s special to him, you're EXTREMELY lucky. But if he sees you bat an eye open- he’s immediately stopping, leaving what was left behind. He just doesn't seem to be interested in showing that he's taking care of a human, but he deeply cares for you.

Esidisi's reaction would trigger this expression when he hears the loud thump when you had fallen on the ground, this man is beyond worried of what is happening to you.

"Y/N!!!! Are you there?! Y/N--" He carries you- suddenly felt that you still had a beating heart, well that made his spirit come back to him. Though at this point he doesn't know what's happening to you- so he hurried you to a bed.

After placing your unconscious body his mind is going to go feral, he's running around the room thinking what is he going to do or the thought of you dying was taking up all of his thoughts- more tears were to come.

Though he was stopped by Kars who can clearly hear him from afar, telling Esidisi that if you're still breathing- you're still fine. Esidisi was still worried though, just a little..

Just kidding he's infinitely worried lol.

He's just going to sit there on the floor while watching you sleep peacefully- or not. You should wake up soon before he plans on writing on your face, he's too bored without you so a little prank would entertain himself.

Wamuu loses his ‘Calm’ matter when he sees you passing out, you were just training with him.. was the training too rough for you? He’s completely unhinged figuring out what had happened to you- internally worried.

“‘Y-Y/N? Are you alright?” Has he accidentally killed you? His growing worry for you soon fade away after he carried you in his arms- instantly feeling your pulse he lets out a big sigh of relief. Maybe he considered worrying too much was not he trained for the past years.

Laying you down on a bed- his mind wonders first, when are you waking up? Next was he figured out that you had passed out because of the heat of your body, he felt it when he carried you- your soft skin on his almost made him trip on his feet, being careful as much as possible- it was like carrying something more valuable than the Red Stone Of Aja.

Should he go to his masters to request for assistance? Or should he stay here and wait for you to wake up? Wamuu who was undecided- he watched your peaceful face while you were asleep.

Your lips were slightly separated- they looked so nice and welcoming.. Wamuu’s intrusive thoughts were getting into him, his face was close to yours- slowly getting more closer, he knew what he was doing but you were just too- irresistible, you suddenly moved- making Wamuu instantly back away while his body was tensed up. Maybe he’ll just do it someday.

Santana is completely shocked and surprised, he’ll come up close to you- his head laying on your chest, feeling a heartbeat. He raised a brow with the thought ‘Why are you on the floor?’ Were you playing some type of game with him? His head slightly tilted in confusion.

He tried to examine your form, but with one touch of your skin- he notices it was too warm, Santana doesn’t know about what’s happening to human bodies but he’s trying his best to figure out what’s happening to you.

His worry starts to crawl on him slowly. Were you dying right on spot? He carried you in a bridal style, and laid you down on a comfy bed. He just sat there by the side waiting for you to wake up with a blank face expression.

You were still breathing- though Santana was getting impatient, when were you going to wake up? His mind yet again wonders if there’s something that will wake you up? Was giving food to you going to wake up? His mind filled with ideas.

He tried poking your cheeks multiple times, stole a kid’s lollipop at the sidewalk and placed it on your lips- nope still not waking up, he went to a pharmacy- asking “Y/N’s not waking up, I need a cure.” But the other people in the pharmacy feared his huge form- unable to answer him from utter shock, Santana leaves. Santana really had no other choice but to wait, he just wants you to wake up.

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salmonskinrolltf · 2 years

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Con-fidence

A story commissioned by @tf-vigilante

THURSDAY

Gerald undid his tie the second his apartment door slammed shut, throwing it angrily to the hardwood floor. By the time he reached his bedroom, the remainder of his work suit was strewn across various flat surfaces in disheveled heaps. Not comfortable being shirtless even in his own home, he threw on a henley tee and screamed into his hands.

How could Greg have gotten that promotion instead of him? He’d worked his ass off for months! He stayed late almost every night! He’d canceled what few dates he’d been able to snag with guys on Tinder! All because Greg was more of a “go-getter” than him? What the fuck did that even mean? Sure he was handsome and walked into every room like he owned it, but since when did that translate to being good at your job? Gerald deserved that job and he was too shy to even fight for it. He had just rolled over and watched his boss shake Greg’s hand through the glass wall of his corner office.

He groaned, hot tears stinging his eyes. When were things going to turn around for him? He thought he’d finally figured it out. But no, the world was telling him once again that he wasn’t enough. Too shy, too spineless, too weak.

“I wish I was more confident and intimidating,” he muttered. “Then they’d finally respect me.”

His work phone pinged. As mad as he was, he couldn’t help but check the email that had just come in. He had trained himself to give his body and soul to this job, and that couldn’t change in an hour. His shallow breathing slowed as he read the subject line: “MAKE YOUR WISH A REALITY.”

The email was from an unknown contact, which shouldn’t even be possible on his office’s internal servers. The body of the email was even stranger:

YOUR WISH CAN COME TRUE, BUT WISHES COMES WITH A PRICE. FOR GREATER CONFIDENCE, RID YOURSELF OF EVERY ITEM OF CLOTHING YOU OWN. INTIMIDATION MAGIC REQUIRES FUEL FOR A FRESH START. DO NOT WORRY. NEW CLOTHES WILL COME WITH YOUR NEW LIFE.

Gerald couldn’t believe what he was reading, but he was desperate and anger-drunk enough to try anything. His sobs slowly clearing, he dumped every item from his closet and hamper into a huge garbage bag, along with the strewn clothes from his dramatic entrance, and dumped it down the apartment’s trash chute, which was thankfully located in an alcove right across from his apartment. When he got back inside, he realized that what he was still wearing probably counted too.

He gave a deep sigh, wrapped himself a towel, undressed, and tossed the remaining clothes down the chute as well.

“Here goes nothing,” he grumbled through gritted teeth. “When you wake up in the morning and feel like an idiot, Gerald, you can always call in sick and have Rochelle bring you fresh clothes from Mom and Dad’s house.”

FRIDAY

Gerald didn’t have to call Rochelle. He woke up to his 6AM alarm and immediately noticed a pile of clothes at the foot of his bed: tight jeans, a grey tee, boots, a leather jacket, and even a silver necklace. They didn’t look anything like what Gerald normally wore, or what was considered appropriate workplace attire. But at least the email was correct in that he didn’t have to worry about suddenly becoming a nudist overnight.

But if the email was telling the truth and really offered him an opportunity to harness some sort of magic force, why didn’t he feel any different? He pondered the problem as he put on the clothes. The last thing he put on was the necklace, and the sound of the clasp clicking together seemed to reverberate through his skull. Gerald held his hands over his ringing ears, but that only made things worse. He began to feel dizzy, and he stumbled backward, accidentally knocking his head against the ceiling fan, which was thankfully turned off. He fell on his ass onto the throw rug in his bedroom.

Wait… that shouldn’t have happened. Gerald was only 5’8”, and while the ceiling fan was probably lower than was safe for an apartment, he’d never even come close to hitting his head on it. Rubbing the back of his skull, which thrummed with pain, he stood up. It took longer than it used to. He had to dart to the side to avoid hitting his head again when he was fully upright. What the fuck? He ran into the bathroom to see that he was now… what was that, oh god, about 6’5”?

He felt a strange buzz coursing through his body and he panicked, disrobing entirely to prevent anything else weird from happening to him. But when he stared at himself naked in the mirror, his mind-boggling height was still the same. And was it just his imagination, or did he seem more toned all over? And his dick, while still soft, seemed a little plumper, a little thicker. His jaw was just a little bit firmer, and - for some reason, this was the weirdest part to him - his hair was shorter. Still curly, but it clung higher to his forehead.

He ran a hand through it, the tight curls springing back into position. That’s when he realized. He hadn’t given half a second’s thought to the fact that he was naked. Usually he’d be too embarrassed to be completely nude anywhere but the shower, but he just… didn’t care. In fact, he felt great. Not that anyone could see him, but if they did, why shouldn’t they enjoy themselves?

Fuck… he felt hot. And what’s more, he knew he was hot! He felt a surge of confidence warm his now slightly broader chest, and realized he couldn’t wait to get to work today. He threw his clothes back on and flew out the door.

As he arrived at the office, coffee in hand, Gerald felt all eyes on him. While normally this would send a blush burning through his cheeks, he reveled in it today. As soon as he sat down at his desk, Greg poked his head around the cubicle wall, his face plastered with a faux-sincere frown.

“It’ll be a bummer not getting to work right next to you anymore after I move to my new office,” Greg said, voice dripping with malice.

Gerald didn’t say anything. Not because he was too shy, but because he had an idea. He stood up, walked to the door, and dropped the half-full coffee cup into the trash can, purposely missing so the coffee spilled all over Greg’s white suede shoes. “Oops.”

He walked into his boss Jim’s office without knocking. “Sir, you need to reconsider Greg’s promotion.”

Jim looked up from his computer and squinted at Gerald. “And why is that?”

“You and I both know he’s charming and that gets him far, but he is incompetent when it comes to leading a team. You know that group presentation we gave last week? It went off without a hitch because of my work. He just sat with his thumb up his ass and took all the credit.”

Jim furrowed his brow. “And why didn’t you come to me with this last week?”

Gerald shrugged. “I’m coming to you now. I’m asking you to reconsider. Take until Tuesday, and if I can’t prove to you I’m a better choice for the promotion, then feel free to give it to Greg.”

Jim looked flabbergasted, but somewhat impressed. “Well… We’re not sending in the paperwork until Tuesday anyway. If you can prove to me you’re the right fit by then, then I’ll seriously reconsider. But I’d better not see you wearing leather in the office again, I don’t care if it’s casual Friday. This is a workplace, not a biker bar.”

Gerald smirked. “Thank you, sir. Understood. Just a small problem with my laundry service today.”

The rest of the work day went great. He closed deal after deal with clients, doing better in a single day than he had in the previous month. He decided he’d come in on Sunday to get a little extra work done and really show Jim just how much he was capable of that Greg wasn’t.

He rode high on a buzz of confidence all day until it came time for bed. He realized his closet was still empty, so he’d probably have to wear the same clothes tomorrow. Oh well. He shrugged. It was the weekend. He could go pick up new threads in the morning if he had to.

SATURDAY

He didn’t have to. When he woke up, the clothes he’d left in a pile on his bedroom floor had vanished, replaced by a new, neatly folded pile at the foot of his bed. He guessed this might be how things would work every morning from now on. He didn’t mind. No more laundry! This time, all he had was a tank top, gym shorts, socks, and sneakers. He figured this was meant to be his casual weekend look.

The second the last stitch of clothing hit his body, the scrape of fabric seemed to ripple across his body, sending deeper and deeper reverberations into his very core. Instantly, he felt the tank top begin to strain against his body like it had started to shrink. But no, he was growing. Abs pushed out of his stomach while his chest jutted out and out, becoming a firm shelf of pecs. But the place where the feeling felt most concentrated was his arms, which looked swollen, as if they had been stung by bees. The new mass packed itself tightly around his bones, seemingly shrink-wrapping into striated muscle. Then his arms swelled again and cut into tightened cords of muscle again. And again. This process repeated three more times until his arms were positively bulging out of his sleeves.

“Shiiiiiiiit, man,” he whispered in awe. “I’m fucking JACKED!”

Gerald’s original plan was to spend the day prepping for the extra work he would be putting in on Sunday, but he decided to go to the gym instead and watch his new arms in action.

Every time he saw his new bulging arms in the mirror, he’d get hard and palm his crotch. The time flew by so fast, the sun had set by the time he got back to his apartment. He settled into bed, his newly huge arms behind his head, ready for the next day. As he drifted off to sleep, he decided that if he didn’t earn that promotion fair and square, maybe he could just intimidate Greg into giving it up. He didn’t have to actually hit him, he could just suggest that he might… He was confident that would work.

SUNDAY

Gerald was used to the routine by now. He woke up naked, and gazed down at his muscular body in delight for several minutes before even thinking to look at the new pile of clothes that had arrived. He wanted to get back to the gym today, but he knew he should get that work done first. Shoving his success in Greg’s face was the most important thing, and the gym was open 24 hours, so he could always hit it up afterward.

Today’s fit somehow felt even more casual than the last. A large T-shirt and ripped jeans. He slid into them smoothly, enjoying the power he felt in his arms as they moved. He could rip these clothes in half if he wanted to, without a second thought. He found a wristband in the jeans pocket and put it on, sending another rumble through his body.

Forget his arms, now everything was swelling and cutting, swelling and cutting. By the time he was done, his pecs looked like the prow of a ship, cutting through the air in front of him. He examined himself in the mirror, nothing once again with wonder how his hair seemed flatter and less curly than it used to be. But he was more invested in staring at his new pouty lips and firm, square jaw. Fuck, was this shit going to happen every day? He hoped so. Maybe he could take micro-naps to spur the process along. What a fucking beast!

He walked over to the foot of the bed to slip on the sandals that the magic had also provided, which is when he noticed that his bed frame was missing. What the fuck? His bedroom now boasted only a mattress sitting directly on the floor. Come to think of it, all his furniture was looking a little jacked. His nice oak coffee table was now a shitty IKEA model, and his framed art print had been replaced by a The Fast and the Furious poster scotch taped to the wall.

Seeing how different his apartment had become lit a small flare of anger in the pit of his stomach. The magic was making him a fucking beast, but it couldn’t take away his rad lifestyle. He had wanted this confidence so he could work better and pay for all the cool shit he wanted to do! A thought wriggled into the back of his mind that he could always just take the fancy shit he wanted instead of working for it, but he pushed it away and headed out the door. Whatever. If this is what the magic wanted to do, he would make sure he got that promotion and just buy all his old shit back. He knew he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. He was fucking confident about it.

When Gerald got to the office, he noticed that Jim was in his office, sipping coffee and typing on his computer. Figuring some face time would prove to the big boss that he had come in after hours and show how dedicated he was, he knocked on the door, the sound coming out a little louder and rougher than he’d meant to. He wasn’t used to his own strength.

Jim opened the door and turned pale, looking up into Gerald’s newly broad, heavy-lidded face. He squinted. “Sorry, I didn’t order anything. You must have the wrong office.”

Gerald shook his head. “No, I know I look different, but it’s me, Gerald. I’ve just been working out more. I wanted to-“

Jim shook his head. “I don’t know a Gerald. Like I said, wrong office.”

Gerald felt the flare in his chest become a roaring fire. “Look fucker, I came in today to prove to YOU what a good fucking worker I am, so stop pretending you don’t know shit about me!”

Jim backed into his office and pushed a button on his phone, muttering “Cindy, call security.”

“Fuck this, man, I’m outta here!” Gerald bellowed. It took eight hours at the gym to fully calm down from his encounter, but he was so exhausted when he got home he thankfully slept like a rock, the adrenaline ebbing from his massive frame.

MONDAY

Gerald groaned as he scrubbed his hands over his face. What was he going to do today? Was he out of a job? Why hadn’t Jim remembered him?

Without even checking what they were, he dejectedly threw on the clothes that were lying at the foot of his bed. He scratched at his head, not noticing that the brown locks were receding back into his scalp, fading to a bleached blonde that looked like it had been improperly applied out of a bottle.

Black ink swirled down his right arm in a full sleeve of tats that spread from his elbow to his wrist, while various other tattoos bloomed into life on his left arm, his back, and his thigh. He felt a sharp pain in his chin as a cleft was dented into it, and a scratchy growth of stubble burst forth from his cheeks.

He strained to remember what he had just been thinking about. Jim something. The gym? No, he couldn’t hit up the gym yet today, he had that job interview at the construction site. He was pissed that his gig at the movie theater had fallen through (who knew giving away free candy to hot girls wasn’t kosher?) and this was what it had come to. That was a cushy job! He hadn’t had to do shit! He could just collect his check and live at the gym all day. You gotta do what you gotta do, though.

His foot tapped while he sat in the waiting room as the interviewer finished up with another candidate.

He figured the interview went well! He turned on the charm and was sure he’d impressed the dude with his deadlift stats. He was sure he’d passed with flying colors, so he’d get to do that follow-up interview with the foreman, Albert Macias. Whoop-dee-doo.

He gave the construction office the finger as he headed out to the gym. At the bar afterward, he tried to use the credit card he’d swiped from an open bag in the locker room, but it was declined. When he angrily told the bartender to run it again, a burly dude had stepped in and asked him to take a breath and step outside. This turned that fire of rage into a full-on inferno.

“I’m sick of people telling me what to do, shitbrick,” he growled. He shoved the man, sending him toppling over the bar and sending several glasses shattering to the floor. As the bouncer was carrying him out, Gerald heard the bartender talking to the unconscious man “Macias, you alright? Al?”

Fuck. So much for that job. Whatever. He'd find something. He was confident about that.

TUESDAY

Hungover, Gerald crawled out of bed, throwing on his clothes before stumbling into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Through his bleary eyes, he couldn’t really see that his hair growing down into a set of hideous blunt cut bangs while his cheeks became hollowed out. The spare apartment bathroom he was in seemed to expand as the walls spread further apart, becoming a luxury condo.

He blinked and cleared his vision, flexing in the mirror and admiring his tats.

He scratched his head. This didn't feel right. What the fuck was he doing in this fancy-ass place again? Oh, that’s right. His boss had let him crash here because their shipment hadn’t come in on time. He’d have to run fifteen extra bricks today, but the amount of money he was gonna make off them was more than worth it.

He collected the package and exited the apartment, making sure the lock clicked shut behind him. Realizing he’d left his handwritten list of addresses back at his apartment (he was supposed to memorize the list and burn it - no digital footprint - but his memory was shit). As he walked, the neighborhood around him became rougher and more graffitied-up.

The single bulb lit up the dusty, cramped confines of his apartment. He dropped the package on the floor, and one of the bricks burst open, sending a spray of white powder all over the floor. Well, he knew one way to clean that up. He shuffled it into a straight line and snorted it, sending a thrill of pleasure up and down every one of his nerve endings.

Forget the deliveries. Maybe he should call up his buds and they could party hard tonight. The vague thought that he might get in trouble over this flickered in the back of his brain, but he was sure everything would be fine. In fact, he was confident about it.

WEDNESDAY

“Gerald? That’s a pansy-ass name for someone like you. What’s your street name, buddy? Let me guess. Something that you think makes you sound way tougher than you are. Grizz? Slash?”

The interrogating cop sneered at him from across the table, throwing his ID onto the metal surface.

“It’s Snake,” he spit. He couldn’t fucking believe Jack had betrayed him like this. They had agreed to rob the bank together, and it wasn’t his fault Jack had gotten caught. Fucking snitch-ass plea deal-taking motherfucker. If he ever got out of here, Jack was gonna be fucking dead meat. Fuck, he owed the boss so much money. Wasn’t the first thing he learned not to get high on his own supply? Fucking idiot mistake.

And now he was here. Who knows for how long. They sure had a lot of charges they were trying to make stick, and it’s not like the boss was gonna get one of his lawyers in here after what Snake had done. At least he gave them a hell of a mug shot though. Those horny, lonely women who flocked to the defense of inmates weren’t gonna know what hit ‘em. He was confident about that.

#Commission #Criminal #Bad Boy #Office #Wish

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ladybellissima · 7 months

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Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 35

Faster. She had to go faster. Biting her lip (Y/N) rushed with full speed through the sea while ganon balls were passing her ship. The impact of the heavy metal balls let her surroundings tremble dangerously and herself shake in fear. Nervously she tapped a random route on the navigation system just to get far away from the base. (Y/N) just needed a safe route, a direction where they would be able to settle things first. Still clothed in her torn uniform she felt cold. The sweat on her skin let her shake even more, or was it the fear to lead them into their death? After what they were able to achieve?

Maybe.

Nevertheless there wasn't much time to think right now.

The tremblings and explosions started to calm down and with it the hectic atmosphere. The rays of the sunlight shone through the water and in a way it seemed like a sign to finally have reached the end of their turbulent journey.

Sighing in relief, (Y/N) looked at the map. They were able to get out of their territory. It really worked. Her once reckless, hopeless try to safe Katakuri really was a success. Slowly she made her way back to the ship to find her husband on the bed with his eyes closed. Her hands were shaking slightly, the moment she softly laid them onto his chest. His body was really beaten up. Looking at his wounds it felt like a stab to her heart. But still, he was breathing. He was alive. He was here right in front of her. And finally able to get back home. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. Tears of all the pain she went through. Of all the frustrating situations she had to deal with.

"You've been through so much….", his soft voice let her gasp. Opening his eyes he pressed his big hand onto her small ones with a sad smile on his face.

"You can't imagine…", she sobbed bitterly, while feeling her whole body give in. Falling onto her knees she cried out her pain and relief, while Katakuri slowly got up to take her into his arms. He could feel her hesitating first of his wounds, which let him press her closer to give her the affection she needed and he needed.

"All this time… Hours, days, months… I waited so long. You didn't come back, no one knew what was going on. It was so unbelievable hard.",she started frustrated and pressed her face into his chest.

"The moment your vivre card was burning.. It shattered my heart. I couldn't imagine to go on without you. Never. They wanted to stop me. Wanted to keep me safe, while you were slowly dying. You can't imagine how hard that was, because you had to endure a daily nightmare yourself…I thought I lost you…", she cried bitterly. He knew the pain. He knew all too well how hard it was. She went through the same horror and still he couldn't believe it that he got out of that cell. Slowly Katakuri lifted her head up, by taking her chin and looked into her tear stained face. Even if she looked so sadly, so desperate, he couldn't but smile. She was so brave, selfless and beautiful. A rare treasure in this cruel world.

" I am here (Y/N)… With you… ", he whispered softly and pressed his lips against hers. Kissing back immediately she drowned in his sweet touch. Normally he used to be the rough kisser, but this time she felt her cheeks flush of his soft and slow pace. She felt like being kissed for the first time. It let her shiver of excitement, while goosebumps tickled on her skin. It felt so unbelievable good, but the moment she brushed through his hair, (Y/N) stopped their heated moment quickly and looked into his face with a worried expression. Something was off. And that her husband didn't push further to kiss her again, made her even more worried.

"You're heating up…. You got a fever..", she spoke seriously, while Katakuri brushed some sweat from his forehead and felt really tired.

"Maybe I feel a little dizzy. Just… A moment..", he growled out and fall back onto the bed to sleep. Quickly taking a clothe, (Y/N) put it onto his head to cool him down. Using her medical kit she tried to desinfect his wounds, but most of them were pretty bad and deep. Something she couldn't handle right now.

"He needs a doctor..I am not skilled enough to help him.", she whispered strained. Getting back to the cockpit (Y/N) studied the map. It would take them awhile to get back home to whole cake. And even if she would guide them directly there, they had to make a stop to get fuel. The last time she had luck that she was found by the marines, which wasn't an option ever again. And getting to an unknown island for gasoline sure was risky either.

"where to go…", she whispered nervously and stopped at the current route on the navigation system, which she had tapped out of instinct minutes before. Eyes widened the familiar name of the island popped up at the monitor and let her heart race. In a way it wasn't surprising that this route was saved by Big mom. She sure traveled there once to get some business ready. After all she loved rare sweets. And the hunger to have it let her travel around the world.

"It's closer than whole cake and lies on the same route…we sure could make it..", she smiled brightly and started to move the ship.

"Mom… Dad…. I am coming home."

xxx

In the meantime Coby prepared himself for the worst. Shaken slightly he clinged onto the speaker of the den den mushi to tell the Admiral the news.

"Repeat that.", his voice pierced through the silence like an arrow.

"I got tricked sir. She got the keys and let him out. They could escape."

Coby's voice echoed through the phone.

Silence.

The captain knew what was going on right now at the other end and thanked god that he was far far away from the ship of the Fleet Admiral.

" 2 persons….1 more dead than alive… And still they were able to get out of the base? With an vice Admiral and an officer by your side? Are you fucking kidding me boy?"

Even through the phone Coby could feel the immense power and hate from Akainu.

"Yes Admiral Akainu sir. We couldn't do anything."

Hearing a loud clash the call suddenly ended and Coby was looking at the phone uneasy. Was there a better way to tell him? No. In every way it would have ended like that. He was in trouble now. In big trouble. A sudden clap on his shoulder let him look up to his superior and idol Garp.

" Don't shit yourself. You told him the facts. Face it like a man. Now you can go on your training while he goes on a rampage far away on his ship.",he laughed out amused, while Coby couldn't believe how carefree this man handled things. He sure was the granddad of Luffy.

"Such a hot head.. To think that this girl was all this time under his command. Poor doll.",he spoke and looked at the newspaper to see her photo.

"(Y/N) Charlotte. I have to admit that she would have been able to become a great marine. Such a waste. If someone can handle the volcano, than this person sure is able to fight like no other.", he read through the text interested and gave Coby a knowing smile. Everything felt alright, but in reality it was a desaster. If Garp wasn't coming to the base and speaking with the higher ranked marines who freaked out about the news, he sure would have been facing a hard punishment right now or losing all his achievements.

" I know what I have done, Garp.. And the consequences will cost my career if they find out the truth…Thanks to you they didn't ask further.", the pink haired captain tried to avoid his serious gaze ashamed.

"The way she was treated was awful. Even if she wasn't a traitor and really wanted to become a marine. In her position she would have never been able to get out of his grip as his subordinate. She was defenseless, helpless, while he pushed her more and more into his arms. Someone had to cut through and with his rank you sure weren't able to help her on the safer route. Akainu isn't easy to handle. Sometimes playing dirty is the best way to help the innocents.", Garp started and let Coby gasp of surprise. He was waiting for his scolding, shouting or a hard punishment for being so reckless. That Garp acted that calmly made him quite uneasy.

"Your are lucky that no one got suspicious. Yes, your career would have been destroyed. And you would be arrested by now. And still Admiral Akainu isn't back yet. Who knows what he is up to. I can't believe that he will accept that."

Oh there it was. The hard part of the old man's speech. Lifting his big hand Coby shut his eyes and waited for the hard punch, but suddenly only felt a friendly clap on his head.

"I understand your actions. And I don't see anything wrong. Well maybe that you should have told me sooner. Nevertheless I am impressed about your selfless act. But that's just me. I recommend to keep your mouth shut about your heroic act for the rest of your life.", he laughed out loud.

"God what a beauty. A brave, young woman… traveling the seas to get her man. Sounds like an epic book. I should keep that in mind. It sure would get a bestseller. What am I saying. Like hell I would ever write some lovey dovey stuff.. ", he joked while picking his nose. Coby sweatdropped and couldn't believe that he really got out of this mess with this man's help.

" And you? Why aren't you on the training grounds? You let 2 pirates escape. Get your ass out of here!! ", he shouted and kicked Coby across the corridor.

"Yes..sir…."

Garp looked after the motivated kid with a bright smile.

"He sure will make a great Admiral someday…and I hope all the best for this poor woman. "

#fanfiction #romance #katakuri x reader #karakuricharlotte #one piece #charlotte katakuri

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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The Art of Sedcution: Derek Hale

Character: Derek Hale

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Smut, kinky

A nice summer day, half-naked outside the new Hale residence inside of the woods, training with the rest. That was one of the best days I ever had. Not only, because of the immense workout I got in, but also to lay an again alpha werewolf on the mat as a human, boosted my ego greatly.

To see Derek under me was one thing, but to feel his body naturally moving, submissively accepting me between his legs? Phew, I almost popped a boner at that. But as I let him out of my grip again, I only saw a sour, angry expression on his face. Only the slightest of blushes was on it, which must’ve been invisible if you did not stand directly in front of him.

He left the training ground angrily muttering under his breath, about that 'no normal human can beat a werewolf’ or some shit. Which only widened my already shit-eating grin.

After three more matches, that I all won, the werewolves finally gave up, wondering why I was able to beat them so easily. Before I could even formulate an answer, which was easy to give but hard to understand. Derek called all of us into the house, to eat.

He made everything fresh, gathered the vegetables out of his greenhouse, and even got the meat with his own hands and butchered them as well. The worst thing was, that his meals were absolute perfection.

I had more than one foodgasm from eating his food. But on that special day, I had other plans. Before he could bring everything out, perfectly assembled on prepared plates, I pampered with his.

Even though it was pampered with, the rest of the day went normally. Mostly chilling, and playing games, until most of the people left. Until only Derek, Isaac, Boyd, and I was left. Boyd and Isaac, left shortly after the rest had gone, to go to the apartment Derek letting them stay in.

As only you were left, sitting on a chair, grinning from ear to ear at Derek, who seemed a bit dizzy.

He holds himself up against one of the counters in his kitchen, directly looking out of the window. Not able to see or hear me, from the slowly growing thumping in his ears, of which I had waited so long.

Directly behind him, I quickly kicked his knees in, so he slumped over the counter, while my right hand, hold his upper body down onto the surface.

„What…?“

„Shut up!“, I warned him. But he tried to get free, and just then he realized that he had not his normal werewolf strength. Before he could try anything else, my hand was already in his pants, massaging his massive plump ass. „God, how long do I want to touch this perfect ass?“

Derek even though he was tense as nothing I had ever felt, once or twice I could hear a soft moan.

„Tell me to stop and I will do it!“

Instead of answering me, I could only see his grumpy face in the reflection of the window. Obviously liking the way I was kneading his ass. But his eyes still had some fight in them. Just to get around that, I took the belt from him, he had on, since he switched clothing again, while cooking. With bound arms, he was now finally under my control. The only way, a man like him should be.

I did not really know when it happened, but he was moving his ass against my hand and my lower body. Obviously, making me even hornier than I was before. „I knew you were a slut, but that? Pathetic!“, I whispered in his ear, just to slap his ass a couple of times. His pants, fell down after I took the belt out of it.

And for the slut he is, he did not even wear any underwear. Now that his arms were bound behind his back, I even used my other hand, to look after his dick. „Wow, you are hung, handsome, and a cock hungry slut? God you don’t deserve a dick like yours, but don’t fear, I will show you your place.“

With a kiss against his head, you vanished behind him, immediately starting licking his delicious hole.

He still was not satisfied. Pressing his behind further against my head. Just in time, I realized that he did not want more of me, but he tried to turn around to get free somehow. Which I intercepted in standing up again, pulling him to me at his hair and pressing him against my body.

„Do you think I’m dumb Derek? I am not some useless school dropout, because ‚boho my family got killed in a fire, but I’m super rich boho‘. If you try to get free one more time, I swear you will be sorry! And now on your knees and do what you were made for and suck a real man's cock!“

Even though you pushed him to the ground, he refused to do anything I wanted. As I forced open his mouth and put my dick in, he actually bite me. Faster than he could’ve seen it, I slapped him queer over his face.

„You fucking dumb slut! You will regret this!“, I screamed in his face. Grabbing him at his hair again, slamming his head into the cabinet behind him. Until his head swirled from one side to the other.

„I wanted for you to enjoy this just as much as me. But as it seemed you are not only a slut, but a dumb disobedient one at that!“

Without further warning or notice, I got him up again, putting him on the countertop, legs into the air, and pushing my dick inside his not at all prepared hole. „Do you feel that Derek? That is the massive dick of a real man!“

He gasped as I brutally filled him up completely. I could hear low screams coming from him, but he refused to cry, moan, or anything louder really. It frustrated me to no end and he seemed to know this. So I became more creative.

With a flick of my leg, I had a knife in my left hand. „You know Derek, I’m a vastly biological enhanced human. Stronger and faster than even an alpha werewolf. Without any of your restrictions. As a knife laced with wolfsbane. With your already weakened body, what do you think would happen?“, I asked him clearly, not even a bit out of breath, while still pounding him mercilessly, so the entire counter moved.

„Please!“, he begged me, but I refused to listen.

I slowly pierced his open upper leg with the knife and just did a small cut. But the burning already let him scream in agony. „I love your screams.“ Which only let me fuck him even harder than before. With broken down the first barrier, he finally accepted his fate and moaned. A sound only reserved for gods. Which I will be, at least in his eyes, when he is mine.

„Tell me you love my dick!“

„I love your dick!“

I slapped him hard. „Didn't you forget something?“, I asked, punctuating it with an extremely brutal thrust, almost ripping his insides.

„I love your dick, Sir?“ His voice questioning. „That would suffice for the moment.“ Again a smug grin on my face.

I took him for hours that night. Carried him almost two of them later upstairs, to destroy his entire room, with fucking him all around it.

In the end, he was completely knocked out. For the most time, he only was with a string, in his head. Nothing more than primal sounds coming off of him.

Even though I had my fun with him that night. I would need to punish him the next. Not only could I still feel his teeth on my cock. But he also disrespected me. And a god does not get disrespected without a horrifying punishment.

Besides that, I would need to break him, to get him to stay at my side forever. He already was a perfect wife and with his money, I would never need to do anything I don’t want to.

But it couldn’t be that hard. Just after what happened before. Getting him to see me as his superior was easier than I would've ever thought. In a couple of weeks, he would be all mine. But I wouldn’t be his, I already could come again, alone at the thought of his face, when he realizes that.

Thankfully it was so easy to get into that pack, just a small sob story, and all of them were butter in my hands. Maybe I should go after another one of them, maybe the other alpha. But first I need to get my grip hard around Derek. With a wide grin, I sat at the end of the bed, my hadn’t still on Derek’s leg while looking outside into the peaceful forest. „I could live with that view,“ I mumbled almost silently.

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#Derek Hale #Derek Hale imagine #Derek Hale x male reader #Teen Wolf #Teen Wolf x male reader #Teen Wolf imagine #x male reader #male reader #male reader imagine #x male reader imagine #smut

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oneshotnewbie · 1 year

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Are you able to write Veronica Hastings x shy female reader, where the reader is the same age as Spencer during the time period where Veronica is running for senator?

They’re at one of Veronica’s important senator things and while Veronica is giving an interview, Spencer goes to the bathroom and runs into the reader who is crying and having a panic attack about the amount of people.

Basically the reader gets upset and tells Spencer not to tell Veronica because she has more important things to worry about but she does anyway and she immediately stops the interview and goes and comforts the reader (while calling her ‘baby’ and stuff like that❤️)

If you just want to throw this request away you can😂 I’m sorry if it sounds like a lot. I’ve been rewatching PLL and I’ve been filled with endless ideas! Sorry if this is too detailed of a description.

Authors note: I wasn't sure if the reader is just a good friend of Spencer's and that's why Veronica cares so much about her or if they are in a relationship, so I just wrote the second variant and hope I was right with it. If not then I'm sorry.

Summary: You were a normal girl with ordinary social behavior. At least until A made your life hell and years after the events have calmed down, you suffer with a violent but hidden social phobia. When a group of flashing newscasters slowly fill the small room and you feel hemmed in, you are pushed over the edge.

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Everything around you began to hang up, almost to stand still, and you felt an oppressive warmth rising in you that was accompanied by dizziness. Your breath caught in your lungs, every way blocked the air entering it. The tension in you continuously rising.

You were afraid of situations with people that you did not know personally, which did not necessarily make your job any easier. Fear of strangers; it was not possible to assess them and they were all unpredictable. Eventually, each of them could be a monster that was after you once more.

Your hands gripped the sink with ravishing strength, the muscles in your arms tightening rapidly. White skin contoured your knuckles and revealed the fine veins as you felt your eyes burning.

The room in which the crowd gathered around Veronica Hastings felt like a pool full of piranhas ready to attack. Of course you understood that people did not care about you as an event manager who just had to look good standing in the lounge. Yet the unbelievable, cruel fear that something horribly was about to happen was kindled.

Slow, salty tears trickled down the sides of your nose and you narrowed your eyes. The black imagine in your mind´s eye instantly transforming into the memories back to the bunker in which you were imprisoned. The background noise of your girlfriends interviewers sounded audibly loud and disturbing to your ears; amplifying the monotonous ringing in your ears.

Your protective shield had crumbled under the looks of the people who seemed judgemental to you and made your existence questionable. Your strong walls had been broken down.

Frustrated with yourself and the embarrassing situation you did gotten yourself into, you smacked the white ceramic destructively. You tried to cover your ears, blocking out the voices as a deep, loud sob escaped your mouth.

You had to breathe. It was too hard to breathe. You could not. The panic in you grew steadily and tears ran unhindered down your cheeks, smearing the mascara completely. You could not stop the fear corrupting your head piece by piece; destroying your perspective of life.

You vision blurred in your reflection of the mirror. You could no longer see. No longer breathe or hear. All your senses left and all you could feel was the sharp and pricking pain in your chest, the memories that haunted you and the demons that caught up with you.

You were exposed to the panic attack and could not escape it.

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"Attention, everyone!" an auditioner had risen from his seat and was crowding the front of the stage at the microphone. Amused, he waved to the audience of newscasters. He fell silent for a while, clearing his voice before continuing with a smile on his lips. "Let´s greet the Senator from Pennsylvania. Mrs. Veronica Hastings."

There was loud cheering from the crowded room; the photographers sneaking around unrecognized between the rows of seats. He had stepped aside, leaving room for the woman he had announced seconds ago. The addressed stood up from her place, renewed applause enveloped the walls and she thanked them heartily for being allowed to be here.

As the woman immediately began her preface, Spencer stood in a quiet corner of the room with some of the other lobbyists, engaged in an animated but low-key conversation. "Yes, your mother outdid herself today. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly she can host an event like this,"

The brunette sighed and finally searched around for you, the actual creator of this entire event. You were the event manager and in demand in your job as ever. You had often helped her mother and smiled on an an advertising poster for exclusive brands in every town in the are. She envied your freedom and your drive to make it this far. She was more then proud of you.

During her studies, Spencer focused on international relations. This was her dream and her chances of becoming the ambassador´s right-hand man in the near future were increased. Her career was within reach in the diplomatic field. She knew that this way she was always somehow close to her mother and you, the only people who mattered most to her besides the other girls. "Spencer?"

Her head snapped around to one of the girls in front of her and gave them an apologetic look. They responded with a friendly smile. "I am sorry, will you excuse me?" with that, she quickly downed the noble and outrageously expensive drink in the champagne glass, said goodbye to them and headed towards the bathroom to check her makeup.

A clean slate and perfection were the top priorities for this career, everything else was unacceptable.

Spencer followed the long and dimly lit room, barely making out each door in the pallid light. Gently, she ran her fingers over the individual panels that were stuck in the middle of the door and traced the lines of the writing. "Bingo,"

With a firm grip on the doorknob, she threw the door open and gave out a startled scream when she saw a darkened figure in front of her. Pondering why someone was sitting in the dark, she stepped a little into the room and waited for the automatic light to come on. Spencer blinked a few times to adjust to the brightness before she recognized you standing in front of her.

"Y/n, you scared me!"

When there was no answer form her best friend, she stood stock still and could not do anything but cast her gaze over you. The shock evaporated and she looked into dark, wide-open eyes. Fixed pupils radiating nothing but pain, fear and pure panic. "Are you okay?"

Your breathing was heavy and your heart was beating hard and fast against your chest. Trembling legs that barely kept you standing and a tremor in both hand made it impossible to move. "I think I am having a panic attack,"

Panic attack was an understatement. You felt like you were suffocating. No matter how many desperate breaths you took, there was not nearly enough oxygen in the air to fill your collapsing lungs. Your hand clutched your white blouse and it looked like you were going to throw up at any moment. "I will get my mother,"

You pounded your chest in desperation, trying to breathe life into it. The dizziness broke out, it felt like being on a sailing ship. "No, please" you only managed a pathetic snarl; you were sure you were going to choke. "She has more important things to do."

But Spencer did not care what you told her. She was intended to shout, even scream. After her mother. In the room full of other people and the Secretary of State, who had come along and embarrassing herself just to make you feel better. For her, it was important how you felt and that you needed help. "You are the most important thing in the world to her. I am gonna get her, no matter what you say."

Your best friend knew that you would only escape the swelling panic attack if you only had her mother by your side. And so she disappeared out of the door faster than she came and ran for her life onto the middle of the stage to get what you needed.

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"Oh god, baby" she whispered softly before she lunged through the door at you, pulling your violent shaking body into her arms and hugging you tightly for a while. You cried, occasionally speaking things between sobs that she could not understand.

"Please stop crying, love. I am here." Veronica said softly and poured little kisses on your top hair. She pushed you a little bit away from her so she could look into your glassy and red-shot eyes.

The senator carefully wiped away some of the tears glistening on your cheeks with one of her thumbs before looking down at your hands, which you were playing with madly; scraping the corners of your skin until it bled.

Sighing, she took your hands in hers and held them tight to break your bad habit. The saintly tears behind your eyes burned as if you had washed them out with soapy water. Air. You needed her so badly but could not make it. Cold sweat formed on your forehead and your vision darkened. "Close your eyes, angel."

You did as you were told and more tears welled up in your eyes as your heart danced in your chest. "Well done, now try to breathe in as slowly as you can." You were drained, completely drained and your body barely obeyed. Everything rumbled inside you and it seemed so clear to you that there was no room to breathe. "Can not."

"Yes you can, I believe in you."

Your hands clenched in hers and you tried to swallow, desperately pushing the air into your lungs most possible. You pounded your chest again and whimpered in desperation. Warm hands pushed past your back and laid down on your shoulders; slowly massaging it.

"Do you remember our first Christmas together?" Veronica began, hoping some happy memories would bring you down. Her hands fell from your shoulders down your upper arms until they settled in your middle and hugged you tightly from behind. "After dinner we sat drunk on the two cuddly sofas with Spencer and laughed uproariously at the Grinch."

Like a toddler, she rocked you in front of the mirror and breathed tender warmth on your neck. Veronica elicited a quiet giggle from you and she started to grin mischievously into your soft hair. "You were curled up on my lap because you did not like his face and his mighty eyebrows."

"He is green and creepy," you began to squeeze out softly between your dry lips, feeling the air slowly enter back your lungs. The senator grumbled in amusement and looked up in the mirror. The last tears had left your eyes and the first lanes of those that had fallen earlier were already drying on your skin. Your lips were no longer pressed together but lay relaxed on each other and formed, in her eyes, into a beautiful grin. "His smile is like the smiley face from the horror movie."

She noticed how relaxed you suddenly leaned your head against her shoulder. She loosened her tight grip on you, yet not completely letting go of you and still ensconced in her embrace. Veronica gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

"Thanks, Ronnie. You are the only one who can calm me down during a.. well, panic attack. But you always pull it off and Iloveyousomuch," you said in one breath, watching her cheeks turn pink despite the words already said many times.

Her face hid briefly in your neck and you felt small pecks on your ticklish and delicate skin before she reappeared and lifted your chin towards her with her index finger so that you had to look at her. Once again, you smiled at her before she started to speak. "Iloveyoutoo," she said, grinning. In one breath, imitating you.

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Peeping pack has my heart, Max deserves the world

An alpha starting to smell like rut. Max immediately feeling dizzy and all of the warning bells in his head goes off. Max backing out of the room and bolting to the bathroom. He’s made himself sick with stress from just the faint smell of approaching rut. Charles running after him and trying to soothe him by rubbing his back. But Max flinches away so violently that he manages to hit his head on the bathroom counter. Charles yelling for Toto because there’s a smear of blood on the counter. Toto coming in and he desperately wants to help the omega but he can see how Max’s entire body is shaking from fear and he can’t be the one that makes it worse. He can’t stomach the idea of Max looking at him with that same fear he had towards his previous alpha. Seb coming in and closing the door shutting the other pack members out. Seb talking Max through breathing and he scents the whole room so it’s just the smell of omega left. Seb can still see the way Max’s eyes flicker around the room that he’s looking for an out. He’s a definite flight risk after that. They need to make sure that max is safe, they can’t risk him running off and not being able to keep him safe. But they also need to take care of pack and make sure the alpha is taken care of. They’ll definitely either need to get Max out of the pack house while the alpha is in rut or get the alpha away from the pack house for the duration of his rut

Oh plss! Lewis nearing his rut and Msx is normally quite fond of Lewis, but the slightest hint of rut smell just shuts Max down completely. Max rushes to the bathroom and literally is sick with worry, just so dizzy and his instincts screaming st him to flee! Charles following and wanting to soothe hin but he spooks Max and Max bumps his head...

Charles crying because there is a little blood and Max is even more dizzy snd stressed now, but even Toto can't go in and help. He wants to, but seb stops him, because Max is so far gone and they can't have him starting to associate Toto with this all because he will leave for sure then.

Seb leading Charles out the room and telling Toto to soothe the poor thing as seb locks himself in the bathroom with Max, talking calmly and scenting everything he can until there is nothing but omega scents around them. Seb knowing Max is a true flight risk now, so skittish and looking for a way out and he tries his best to keep Max calm!

Toto meanwhile dealing eith Charles who js just sobbing and so guilty because he thinks he hurt Max and made this all worse! And Toto has no clue how to help Max while also being there for Lewis and his Pack. As pack Alpha, he needs to be there during the rut so he knows Lewis and the Omegas helping are safe!

Dan opting to stay in ghe house with lando and Charles who are way too upset to help Lewis now, and Toto takes Lewis, and the other Omegas (Nico R, Kev) and Beta Val who Lewis is very fond off but leaves Beta Carlos with Dan because he knows Max had seemed comfortable around the Spaniard.

Its not easy, splitting the pack like this, but they make it work without too many issues! But pls Toto needs a holiday so bad after lol

#asks #peeping pack

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cyber-dump-171 · 2 years

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Chapter 9: Aftermath

Left for Carnage (Twisted Wonderland x Reader)

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Word count: 4.1 k.

WARNING: mentions of a cult, ritual circle, beasts, injuries, scars, cursing, and possession.

Note: I believe that one more chapter and heartslabyul’s story comes to an end. Here is where I completely I derived a lot from the original story because I want to insert a little more of the beasts and lore of the world. Again, thank you very much for your support! It is very nice to read your comments! :D

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“Enma? What?”, somewhat dizzy, you try to place your body in a sitting position, however, as soon as you lift up your torso just a little bit, a sharp pain shoots through your body and you immediately fall back down with a groan. The room spins momentarily, the colors and shapes mixing together, and for a second you think you're drunk, but you close your eyes and let out deep breaths as you feel something warm press on your shoulder.

“It’s okay, (Y/N), take it easy. The magic is still doing its work, you should be able to move normally in about half an hour", you open your eyes and turn your head to see Yuuken, who hasn't changed a bit since the last time you saw him, which was almost a year ago. He still has the same haircut and neutral expression that used to scare and intimidate the crap out of new trainees.

It’s funny, really, the contrast between his intimidating appearance and his personality since he’s a very determined and caring guy that worries about his friends and will do anything to help even a stranger. It sucks that many coworkers never trusted and insulted him behind his back due to his lack of magic. Yuuken had incredible abilities that saved the lives of many.

"Enma... What are you doing here? I thought you were still living on Sage's Island with Crowley," you say in a sleepy voice and Yuuken lets out a small laugh. "You address me so formally that it seems like we're not friends anymore," even though he says it in jest, you shake your head quickly. "Ah, sorry! I'm still kind of asleep," the boy laughs again and places his hand on your head, ruffling your hair even more.

"Sorry, I think it was a tasteless joke, I know we are still good friends," he gives you a sweet smile and your nerves calm down. "Anyway, I'm still living with dad but I got an urgent call from Rook in the wee hours of the morning, saying that you were seriously injured by a monster," Yuuken takes his hand off your head and places it on his lap. "I was going to come with the guild a little later because Lord Rosehearts contacted us for security but because of the call, I came as soon as possible."

At the mention of Riddle, your eyes widen like saucers and your stomach turns to tie itself in knots. Shit! The memories come rushing back to you and you immediately worry about the boys and Avery. Where is she? Surely the person to contact Rook was Epel, but what about the mission? How the hell could they explain your injuries and the woman who accompanied you? Noticing your concern, Yuuken again instructs you to take deep breaths until your nerves go away.

Despite following his technique, your mind is not at ease. You are afraid, so afraid that you have completely messed up this mission. However, it was necessary, as Avery is the beginning of the answers to the questions you have. After a few minutes, you let out one last deep sigh and open your eyes to look at the black-haired man again. "That's what I failed to explain. When I arrived, there was a guy with glasses and he was treating your wounds in the ward. A boy, I think his name was Epel, explained to me what happened and well... Riddle found out about everything," you close your eyes and curse under your breath. Damn it. Yuuken gently grabs your wrist to regain your attention once again.

"What surprised me is that apparently... Prince Malleus followed us," your eyes widen in surprise, and nodding your head, you encourage him to continue. "I don't know what the hell happened, because he took Riddle away to his study and I didn't even bother to ask him, I just helped the boy heal your wounds. Avery went with a small team from the guild, they're going to heal her wounds and question her," you place your hand over his and look directly into his eyes, an idea coming into your head. You are relieved to know that Avery is in safe hands, but now you must know why Malleus is here.

"Do you think... D-do you think he might have changed the course of the mission or that something serious has happened?", you think that Rook probably called the prince and Malleus has deemed Riddle to be in grave danger. Yuuken shakes his head and lets out a sigh. "If I'm being honest, I haven't the slightest idea. The prince is already mysterious and you can never predict his intentions. And I've known him since I was a little boy".

The only way to get answers is to go straight to the study, you will never satisfy your doubts if you stay in bed questioning. You let go of Yuuken's hand and turn your body towards the ceiling of the room, you start to get up slowly, leaning on your forearms and elbows.

Noticing your actions, Enma quickly rises from his place and extends his hands for you to grab, helping you up from the comfortable bed. Your bare feet touch the hard wooden floor, sending shivers down your back. "Are you sure you can walk?" the young man asks in a concerned tone, and you nod. "I've suffered worse, this is nothing."

With enough strength, you stand up and almost fall again, as your legs immediately wobble and remind you of the night before, when they felt like jelly and then you collapsed. But this time, Yuuken is with you and you wrap yourself around his shoulder, using him as a support beam. "Just like old times, huh?" you say with a smile. The man nods back.

"Just like old times, partner."

The two of you slowly walk towards the door, Yuuken gently indicating to you to take it slow since your injuries are still freshly healed. You get to the door and extend your hand, grasping the golden worn-out doorknob and gently turning it, the wooden door opening with a creak. The two of you step outside of the room and from the corner of your eye, you can see various figures leaning against the wall. And then you hear a small gasp.

"(Y/N)! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!", what a warm greeting from Epel. The young man sprints towards you and tackles you into a hug. You let go of Yuuken's shoulders to hug back the apple boy. "You scared the shit out of me, don't ever do that again", he says in a whisper with a shaky voice, almost as if he were to start crying. You whisper an apology and hug him a bit tighter, closing your eyes and feeling something warm spread through your chest.

You hear a pair of footsteps rapidly approaching you and when you open your eyes, you come face to face with Deuce and Ace. “How are you feeling?”, the blue-haired man asks, his expression turning from concern to relief when you respond that you’re feeling a lot better. “Don’t know if this is the correct time, but what the hell was the thing you killed?”, Ace asks while crossing his arms and you let go of Epel, who goes to stand right at your side.

But before you can answer the ginger’s question, you notice something’s missing. “Wait, what happened to the collar? Did you finally apologize?”, you point towards Ace neck’s, noticing the absence of the heart-shaped device. The ginger looks down momentarily, before rising his head up and shrugging his shoulders. “Nah, I was going to do it today but when prince Draconia showed up, he just looked straight at me and took the collar off and just told me to help you”, that’s strange.

It is likely that Riddle thought that your wounds were deeper and that you needed extra help or it could be that the presence of the prince of the Valley of Thorns caused Rosehearts to panic and removed the mechanism from Ace’s neck.

Whatever the answer, you're glad that pesky collar is gone, as the ginger used to bump into furniture and walls constantly, causing it to hit its throat and bruises to form. Trey and Cater, who were standing further away in the hall discussing something, approached all of you, the orange-haired man excitedly waving at you.

“Good to see you back in shape, (N/N)! You gave us quite the scare this morning!”, Cater replies with his usual happy tone and Trey crosses his arms with a smile decorating his face as he observes you. You turn to face the green-haired man, remembering Yuuken’s story and what he had done. “Thank you so much for healing me, Trey. And I apologize to the rest of you for giving you quite a scare”.

The green-haired man walks toward you and gently pats you on the right shoulder, still maintaining his smile. “I’m glad that you’re feeling better, but, I think you should tell us a bit more of what happened last night”, you nod and get ready to recount yesterday’s events.

You tell them everything, from the dead body to the weird humanoid creature calling themselves “Cristina” that was demanding Avery to come out of her hiding spot and then proceeded to attack you. When you finish the story, the room falls into a deep silence, with Ace scratching his chin in doubt.

“You said that near the campsite, the weather felt really hot and there was the body not too far away, right?”, at the question asked by the ginger, you nod your head. “But when I passed there to get to you, it was cold, and I also never found the body but there was a weird smell in the air”.

“Ah! Also, when you finally responded to the walkie-talkie, it was five hours after you left”, you raise your head in complete shock and turn to look at Epel. Five hours!? There’s no way you spent that much time running towards the cliff since you remember that the previous night you went out with Ace, you walked only about half an hour. And when going towards the cabin it was at most a ten-minute run from the campsite.

Also, Ace and the rest never found the body of the man? It was in a straight line only a few meters away from the last tent, his body was placed in such a position that if you went straight ahead, you would trip on his legs, not to mention the strong smell coming from him and the sound of flies buzzing near the carcass would have attracted their attention and they would have seen it.

You are thankful that they were spared from seeing a terrible sight but you couldn't possibly have imagined an entire dead boy. "Are you sure you guys went straight after the camp?" you ask them seriously and Ace, Cater, and Epel nod somewhat alarmed. Yuuken, who was standing next to you, interjects while showing his cell phone screen.

"Before (Y/N) woke up, we sent three teams on behalf of the guild, one to pick up the monster's body and the other two to examine the area," he continues, pointing to a text message. "One of the groups found the body, just as (Y/N) said, it was in a straight line from the camp a few meters away," Epel turns to look at Cater in surprise. "Are you sure we went straight? Maybe because of the darkness we went another way," the orange-haired boy nods towards the apple boy, crossing his arms with a frown.

"I swear, Epel! Ace kept claiming he was worried about (Y/N) and ran in a straight line when he heard Avery scream!", you immediately turn to look at the ginger, whose cheeks have turned red, and angrily, he turns his face to the side, avoiding everyone's curious stares. "Shut up! I wasn't worried about them!", you roll your eyes jokingly and turn to look at Yuuken, who has more information. "Anyway, they found a wallet on the body and it looks like the victim is a Theodore Bulman."

“Teddy!?”, Deuce yells in complete shock and everyone turns to face him. The blue-haired man slightly shrinks in his posture from the sudden attention and his expression turns upset. “Deuce, did you know him?”, you ask, concerned for the young man’s reaction. He turns to face you and shyly nods, returning to his normal stance. “Y-yeah, he used to hang out with the same group of friends as mine. Well, if you can even consider those people as friends”, he whispers the last part and lowers his head in shame.

You walk towards him and place a hand on top of his shoulder, gently rubbing your thumb in the fabric, in hope of comforting him. Deuce raises his head and gives you a small smile, though sadness still lingers in his eyes. “I’m really sorry if this brings unwanted memories, but we need a bit more information about this Teddy fellow. Who were those 'friends' you mentioned?”, says Yuuken.

Deuce let out a sigh and lowers his head once again, however, he places his right hand on top of yours, which had never left his shoulder. Ignoring the warm feeling spreading through your face, you gently squeeze his hand in return, encouraging him to start. "I'm ashamed of that part of my life, if I'm being honest… when I was in middle school… I used to be a delinquent and hung out with a gang where a lot of my seniors were, one of them was Teddy”, Deuce says in a somewhat hushed tone.

However, before the boy can continue, Ace interrupts, his eyes widening and his mouth agape in surprise. "You!? No way dude! You can barely even swat away a butterfly!”, Ace exclaims in an exasperated tone, and in response, Deuce furrows his brows at the ginger. “Shut up! As I said, I'm not like that anymore", with a sigh, the blue-haired man continues his story.

"I don't want to go into too much detail, but I didn't know Teddy very well. I knew he was close with a lot of the older guys but he didn't show up much at the places we used to hang out," he continues, scratching his cheek and avoiding eye contact with everyone. "He was the most normal out of all of us. Sometimes, we even doubted if he really was a delinquent. But when I decided to change my attitude and went to another high school, I learned that he was apparently only still involved with them because he was making good money and desperately needed it. And that’s all I know".

As Deuce finishes his story, his face darkened and he once again lowers his head. You know from experience, it's hard for a person to recount memories they regret or are embarrassed about. It's just remembering small details, you feel like your stomach is tied in knots, you feel disgusted or so embarrassed to remember it and urgently think of anything else to completely forget the incident. For Deuce, it seems that period of his life is full of regrets, he was only a tween, and it is a moment in the life of a human where many are vulnerable to too many things such as feelings, changes, and people.

But, he left that part of him behind. And now that you met him, you feel the same reaction as Ace but with a different point of view. You see him as an earnest person who strives to do his best. You’ve noticed that he can be a bit dense sometimes but he quickly corrects himself and learns from his mistakes.

You squeeze his hand once again and when he lifts up his face you give him a gentle smile. “Thank you for telling us, Deuce. We won’t pry on the subject anymore”, a faint red blush spreads through the blue-haired man’s face and he shyly nods. You turn to face Yuuken once again, remembering your original objective. “We should head towards Rosehearts’s study. His Highness is waiting for us”, says Yuuken, and you nod, letting go of Deuce’s hand.

“Huh? Wait, (Y/N), you’re going to pass out. You haven’t eaten anything”, Trey says with a concerned expression. But you simply wave him off with a smile. “It’s alright, I don’t think it’ll take us too long”, the green-haired man nods, and Cater steps forward, gently grasping Trey's shoulders. “Well, when you two get back, we’ll be waiting with a nice and hearty breakfast! Now, shoo, before Riddle chops your head off”, says Cater with a grin.

The rest of the boys wish you good luck and feeling a lot better, you and Yuuken make your way towards Rosehearts study.

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“Come in”.

Riddle’s muffled voice says on the other side of the door. Taking a deep breath, Yuuken grasps the doorknobs and turns them, the wooden doors creaking open, revealing the large study of the young Lord. Inside the room, the red tyrant sits behind his large desk, his hands folded together and his eyes focused on the small pile of papers that idly sits in front of him.

In one of the individual chairs sits the future king of the Valley of Thorns, he has a crossed leg and a neutral gaze, reminding you of the old paintings of nobles that your mother painted. At the sound of the door, his vibrant green eyes focus on your figure, yet his expression does not change.

Instead, Riddle seems to snap out of his thoughts, and upon seeing the two of you, he jolts up from his chair, the object screeching against the floorboards due to the force. An expression of relief settles on his face when he sees you and he lets out a slight sigh. There are a few seconds of silence and the red-haired man wobbles with his words. "How are you feeling?" he asks but you notice he's a little tense.

"I'm fine. Trey's magic had a quick and successful effect on healing the wounds, so now they’re only scars," you say with a smile and that seems to ease him a bit as he nods and gives you a small smile in return. Malleus stands from the chair and takes a step forward, his eyes still focused on your figure, and though they are somewhat intimidating, they hold no malice. "It is a relief to see that you are doing well. Take a seat, both of you."

Following the prince's directions, you and Yuuken take a seat in the chairs placed in front of Riddle's desk. The young Lord also takes a seat and due to the proximity, you notice that the boy is anxious, playing with his fingers, gently digging and tugging at the skin.

Before you can speak, the prince steps between the two of you and looks directly at Riddle. "Since we're all here, I want to formally introduce you to Yuuken Enma and (Y/N) (L/N)," horrified, you and the red-haired man turn to look at Malleus in complete surprise. What about the mission!!! What happened to the whole undercover thing? "I-it's okay, don't be alarmed. Prince Draconia explained to me everything that has happened," Riddle mentions in a calm voice. You turn your gaze back to the red-haired man.

"Sir, with all due respect, what on earth is going on?", Yuuken asks with an exasperated tone, and the dragon man nods. "I want to start with an apology. We made several mistakes with the mission. Initially, we should never have sent you undercover, it was a waste of time, so no need to hide your last name. Secondly, we failed to correctly identify our enemy and because of that, we didn't know that the enemy had already attacked before you even got here. Rosehearts, if you could explain," Malleus says and all eyes focus on the boy, who nods.

"One night, before we started the official preparations for the Unbirthday Party, when I was sleeping, I had a strange nightmare. I felt... like someone was choking me and a sharp prick in my chest. At first... I just thought it was just that, a nightmare. But when the preparations started, and any little mistake would come up, I... felt like I lost control of my emotions, and no matter how much I tried, it felt as if a stranger took complete control of me, making me burst into a wave of unnatural anger", embarrassed, Riddle hides his face in his hands. "I remember almost nothing of what happened these past few days, they feel like blurs... I follow the rules, but... I know the position I'm in, it's delicate. Any misstep, I put my position as a nobleman at stake. I'm not like that, I swear, I-I don’t just burst into anger for a small mistake”.

I̶̟̼̩̤̗̗̲̟͂̀͛ ̴̭͍̣̦͉̭̐͐ͅŝ̶̰̺̣̩̻̎̒̐̀̾́̚w̸̢̛̛̜̯̬͉̺̫͇̯͇̏̈́̏̐̇̍̑͠ǫ̶͎͍̻͇̫̩̹̦̐̊ŕ̷̟͔͚̫̱̀̂̑̽͒̚̕̚ȩ̴̖͉̞̜̺̞̌͛́́̔̈́̿̐̑̕ ̷̞͈̝̹̼̯̰͍͊͛ͅt̶̨͓̩̻̣̂̀̎̀́͊ṏ̵̲̙̻̩̭̈̇̌͑̏̀̄̚ ̶̛̳͚̲̞̈́̈́̇͒̅̈́̚n̶̡̛̻̜̹͍̝̙̈̀̔̒̿͜ȇ̴̢̞͉̦͇̻͉̘͈̜̿͊͒̐͋v̵̦̟̖̫͊̓̉̐͝é̵͇̀̽̂̔͗͛̚͝r̵̢̼͓͕̦̤̻̱̹̓̓̋͒̒͆̏͘̚͝ ̸̨̛̤̺͎̞̺̦̱̈́̈͗͘ͅͅb̷̝̬̝̞͎͋ȅ̶͓̣̫̥̣͇͙̻̽͂̀́͜͝͝ ̴̢̧̖̤̦̝̘͉͔̞̾͋̒̔̄̇̓͝l̴̲̎̇͋̍̍̇i̶͉̩̺̬̖͈͍̗͐̔̐̈́̏̌͘͠ḱ̷̲͉͇͆̋̂̉͂̎̚̕e̴̩͈̔̅̇̆̒ ̴̡̳͔̻̻͍̘̈́̉̿̌̄͛͝m̷͔̯̼̪̫͔͍̂́̋ͅy̸̡̨͈̜͈̦̻͓̱̆̒͗̅̐͠ ̴͇̱̹͙̖͔̲̜̙̾̌̒̃͘m̷̨̳̗̗͍̍̌̽̐̽ͅó̷͈̈̒̈́͝t̴̢̻̲͎̠̫͙̱̋͌͗͌͠h̶̢͖͈͓̦͔̬͇̩͌̐̓̐͂ȇ̵͇̳̩͓͈̩̞͎̜̽͂͝r̶͇̩̽͋͊. Į̸́̏̽ ̷̢͇̀́̿̄́͘͝͝s̷̓̌͆̕͜w̴̡̟͎͖͉͎̲̳̃͋ǫ̵̨̫̤͒͜r̵͈̿̈́̈̍̇͛͠͝ĕ̵̪̪̮͎͕͚̪̼̿̌̍̇̑̀̚͠ ̶̲̀́̉Ḯ̶̡̬̭͍̼̰̮̼̽͌̀͗̽́ͅ'̷̢̛̖͕̖͎̥̀̅͒̌̅̑̋̈́̂͜ͅḑ̴̻̱̣͉̭̩̀̎̄̒̊̋̊ ̵̛̻̰̫̻̄͑̾̚͠͠ǹ̵̫͔͖̼̂͑̐́̌͝e̸̛̜̣̳͌͒̅͜͠v̵̫͋̍ë̸̢͇̭̲̺́̈̃ŕ̷̤̫̟̟͖̘͈̒ ̸͕̯̬̲̫̮͎͙̙̒͌͊̓̌͘͠b̵̺̮̬̥̘̜͂̅̍̊̈́̐̑é̷͖̬͍͎͎̯̩̟̠͔̄̂̽͗̏h̶̰̲̽̈́͗a̸̦̖̻̪͇̽͐̈́͌v̵̨̛͍̗͓̞̮͍͌̓͛̒͌̿̾e̴̡͎̝̩̹͂̽͂̓̓͌̽̃ ̶͍͐̀l̴̡͇̤̽͊̓̂̋͐̃̕͠i̴͉̥̳̩̠͖͒ķ̸̛̻̼̼̹̫͂̀̃͆͐͊̈́͒ę̴̛͔̝̺̦̰͔̊ͅ ̷̗̖̎̋̂͒̒̉͌̂͘͝w̶̨̛͔͎͈̲͕̱͙̣̿̀͆͂̋͋̓̚͝h̵̼̻̼̩͓̬͕̦͇̤̒͗̇̊̀̅͂́é̷̺͓̦͉̣̹̑͂͆̏̒͛̃̌̚n̴̯͖̼͖̣͔̖̻̭͛̽̿̑͗̂̒̀͠ ̷̣̞̣̩̩̹̹̉̎̈́̀̎̕͝Í̷̻̋͋̐́̍͝ ̴̦̬̋̌̔͊̅̚w̵̯̮̱̯̥̟̌̊̊̽͗́̑̈́̾a̷̧̩̬̗̿̌̍ͅş̸̣̝̭̬̪̻̘̤̺͑̍͋͐͝ ̴̼̤͊̓̀̓̋͂͜a̷͉̘̮̱͖̻̩̖̽̑̌̓ ̷͔̫͉̟̠̦͂̉̕͠t̷̨̧̞̟̫̱̩̳͋̅͋͊̐̊̽̀̋͠ͅe̵̲̘̔͛̓͂̃̒͐͜͜͝ę̴̹̮̦̠̯͚̉͆̏͘͝͠ͅn̷̡̧̟̳̫͔̭̝̜̓͛͘â̶̝̠͇̎̇g̵̨̭̹̜̞̥̬̮̳̞̍́̉̎̌̓͋͑̈́͝e̶͚̼̦̠͓̱̭̿̈͜͠r̴͓̱̞̭̟͌̈́̂̾̔́͘ͅ

You sit back on the chair as the entire room falls into silence. The strange weather, the large gap of missing time, the blue flame cat, the humanoid creature, and now, a strange nightmare and Riddle feeling as if somebody else is taking control of his emotions and his body. So no wonder he looks distressed. “(Y/N), the young man Ace, I believe that is his name, told me that you and him found an abandoned campsite”, you turn around to face Malleus and nod.

So, you proceed to retell the entire thing once again, this time adding what happened the night before. During your storytime, Riddle removed his hands from his face and is now looking at you. As you finish recounting all the events, an idea pops into your head. You pause and in a moment you stand up from your chair and look carefully at the three boys. Time distortion, extreme weather change in a certain area, a person losing control of their emotions, objects changing position without nobody touching them, and body at different times. But it can't be...

"With everything we have encountered so far, it is obvious that we are dealing with a cult. However, we don't know what exactly their objective is. But, focusing on yesterday's events, I've been thinking and I think that near or inside the camp some kind of space rift opened up," Riddle eyes open in surprise when hearing your theory, however, Yuuken and Malleus implore you to continue.

"Well, the ritualistic circles, depending on the symbols used and the ritual performed, can serve as portals, can't they? They have been summoning beasts, so they open doors to other dimensions to bring them here," you extend your hand and point to Yuuken.

"Do you remember that long mission we had at Scalding Sands? That back in the day, inside that small town it was freezing cold during the day?", the boy nods. "Yeah, we lost contact with one of the groups for about six or seven hours, and for them, it had only been about half an hour. It turned out to be a portal… wait no, (Y/N), you can't possibly be referring to...", Yuuken lets out a nervous sigh and covers his mouth, while you nod.

Riddle rises from his chair nervously. "Excuse me, but what's going on? I'm a little lost," your breath quickens as the curious gazes of the red-haired man and the dragon focus on you. "Not just any beast is capable of manipulating time or weather, but, the ones that can, are the divine beasts. They have the ability to manipulate matter, time, and the environment around them and this is due to their power," Malleus opens his eyes in surprise and Riddle looks at you even more confused.

"In the mission at Scalding Sands, we found an individual trying to open a portal to Guddommelig Raseri 's domain, we managed to stop him before he took possession and we closed the portal", Riddle’s nightmare… there's a good chance it could have been reality. "What do you mean 'take possession'? Please explain," Malleus says and you nod somewhat nervously.

"Despite having great power, the divine beasts do not possess a physical entity. They are stuck in their dimension until they find a physical body to possess. The reason these beasts have a hard time getting out of their natural habitat is that they demand a good host to possess," Riddle's face turns pale. "So, they use their 'minions' to find food or the host", all three of the young men watch you closely.

"So, as per what Lord Rosehearts explained and the experience of the night before, there is a probability that..."

"Lord Rosehearts is currently sharing his body with a divine beast."

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Translation:

Guddommelig Raseri (Norweigan): Divine Fury.

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i really hate myself rn. i need to wash my bedding cause it feels gross but my step dad is washing the entire high school football team’s uniforms. i want to rip off this heart monitor even though i have one more day on it and i want to feel clean and normal and not hate how my hair looks and that i’m sweating so much, so i always feel gross. my room and this house feel disgusting and stresses me out and yet my room is the only place i can hide.

and i just now sat out in the kitchen eating something i fear will affect my tummy (chicken alfredo which has a lot of cheese but i forgot my lactaid) and trying to hold back my physical cringing at how loud my younger brother was yelling directly in my ear as he was telling a story to my mom on my other side.

it something about his wallet disappearing from the locker room because my step dad snagged it so it wouldn’t get stolen and how he was ready to beat up any kid who took it (they were all freshmen and he’s a senior) and then blew up on my step dad for taking it. i think my younger brother honestly has anger issues in how he was ready to employ violence as his first instinct.

and then as soon as i finished my plate i stood up, felt dizzy as my family immediately commented on me getting up so fast without talking to them. i told them i was tired, i just wanted to get the hand washes done while i had energy left as i was fading fast. which lead to my brother bringing up last night and then i had to expel more energy i didn’t have to defend myself against my brothers half assed apology as i tried to explain what happened. all for my step father and mother to say that ‘this seems to be a communication issue’ and take his side and it fell on me and *i* should have informed my brother that i was going to bed.

however, i told my parents i was going to bed early because my younger brother was still on an hours long facetime call with his girlfriend (who he drove to see… overnight? like he stayed over with her. wtf. so it’s fine for him, a 17 year old, to do that when you never would have let me do the same if i had asked when i was his age? i smell some sexism here) and wasn’t available for me to tell. i fucking told someone, i told my brother but he was too eager to get back to his facetime with his girlfriend to listen to me as i half sobbed from my bed when he woke me up with a pound on my door, i told him that i was too- and that’s all i could get out before he slammed the door last night telling me to just do the dishes. so i told someone, he just didn’t fucking listen because i must be lazy or trying to avoid chores.

i would have assumed my mom or maybe my step father (but who am i kidding. he’s not done hand washes if someone else cooks in years) to help cover for me but they didn’t, last night they just watched another episode of the good doctor and went to bed. or maybe i just wanted my younger brother to do them (he had a standing offer to do all the dishes if i was tired a few days ago? guess that has been rescinded) but no.

instead i had my entire family telling me this was my fault while i was trying to shakily walk around to put stuff away in the kitchen. they finally shut up when i told them it took me two whole hours to do the dishes last night. and then my step dad muttered under his breath that he could hear how long i was doing dishes last night. like i was still the problem.

but i’m now on my bed and i just want to cry but i won’t because someone will come in and try to comfort me and ask what’s wrong and i can’t explain it without sounding ungrateful and entitled and weird and asking too much from my family and this fucking world

my entire scalp itches and i should finish repairing the pants i wanted to wear to pride which is in three days but i don’t know if i’ll have the energy. i also signed up for two volunteer shifts at pride cause i thought i would have more energy but this week has just been fucking draining me. i don’t want to let people down, i don’t want to miss out on my community, but i’m afraid i won’t be able to summon up the energy. i know i will crash afterwards for sure.

i can feel myself on the verge of a meltdown and i am in sensory overload mode cause my brother played such loud music in the shower that i could clearly hear it in my room, and everyone eating and talking made me want to scream, and now my parents are watching another good doctor episode in the living room with the sound up so loud. i stg i’m going to break.

today i still had to clean up after everyone just leaving random dishes out and crap scattered around cause i’m still the live in housekeeper as an adult child not paying rent, my bank account is empty (i have less than two dollars in there but i’m scared of asking my parents for more money cause i see my brother taking more money from them while they say we have to tighten our finances), i can’t get a job because of my health. i want to continue in my plans of opening my own business but i don’t know how i will with everything going on.

i’m scared and uncomfortable with how weak my legs are, i just want some time alone and to rest. i want my own space without anyone breathing down my neck, without judging me, without thinking if i just applied myself i could do things. i want someplace without my step dad asking me if i have more energy now, as if that answer will change right now in the conditions i’m in. someplace where i didn’t have my mother going on a new diet kick or shaking some alternative medicine that will surely cure my long covid and fix my gut microbiome (because if i fixed my gut i would get all my energy back and be normal again, it will fix whatever is wrong with me, cure me and make me normal again) in my face.

i want a place where i could eat at the table without feeling like i’m in the middle of a battle field and i can hear everyone’s chewing and breathing like they’re right in my ear, a place where my brother won’t walk in on me naked in the bathroom (because that happened today). a place i could shut my door without being called antisocial and leave it open without everyone coming to ask me to do something for them.

i want a place i could be alone, where i could spread out and inhabit my own space, someplace i could eat and make my own food, control what is in the cupboards and fridge, that i could lay on the floor and stim freely, a place where i didn’t have five pets assaulting my nose and demanding attention and getting hair everywhere.

a place i could use a shower stool without being called lazy or over exaggerating, someplace i could use a wheelchair because i desperately need to, someplace i could have things laid out to assist me rather than hinder me.

someplace i could dress as i want/have my hair as i want with no one questioning what my gender is. someplace i could have my own private sexual life and not have to answer my brother’s questions about my sexual orientation and identity and what i have done or listen to him boast about his conquests.

i want my own place, independent and stable and safe for a disabled and neurodivergent person like me.

but the world isn’t set up for that.

i look at other people my age or even younger who are in better places, with better jobs, living on their own, able to care for themselves and it just feels so unfair that i can’t have that. that my mind and my body aren’t set up to operate like that without a lot of help.

i know i will need help for a long time yet and it’s clashing with my desire for independence. i’m fucking 26 and living in my parents house. but i still need to stay here cause in two years my top surgery will take place and i have no one else to care for me.

i feel like i’m stuck in amber and going fucking nowhere.

i’m just…. i’m so tired. i know i’ll be fine eventually, all’s well that ends well and if it isn’t well yet it isn’t over and all that, i know. i know i just have to be patient but i’m tired.

anyways thanks for reading and i’m certain i will feel better tomorrow.

#wes babbles #sorry for the super long vent. it’s write this or sob until i feel like puking and for reasons in the vent i don’t want to do that

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