#Browns D/ST

[pasukiyo]

BEAUTIFUL THING

mike schmidt x f!reader word count; 2,573 warnings; smut, no plot, just porn :D summary; there was nothing in the world she wanted more than mike schmidt. but what were the chances he'd ever make a move on her?

 She wanted Mike Schmidt.

 Don’t get her wrong, she absolutely adored Abby, she was sweet, funny, and overall not a hard kid to take care of. But she knew all too well what her intentions were when she agreed to take up the babysitting job— how could she say no when he looked at her like that with those big, deep brown eyes?

 It was another late night spent at the Schmidt house— Mike had just gotten himself a new job with unholy hours, some late night security gig he had no choice but to take. Her mouth opened in a yawn and through her bleary vision, she blinked down to the watch on her wrist. 

 4:30 AM. Mike wouldn’t be back for another hour and a half or so. 

 She sighed and threw her head back against the cushions, staring absentmindedly at the television as some old cartoon played, audio soft and muffled. She wasn’t sure why she even bothered trying to stay up for Mike— she’d been babysitting for him for months, (without pay, might she add) and still, neither he nor she had made any moves. She wasn’t even sure if he ever even intended to make a move on her. 

 But she was just so certain that he felt at least some sort of attraction towards her. She could see it in the way he looked at her, how his eyes would absentmindedly trail down her body against his better judgment, how he’d pull the inside of his bottom lip between his teeth while he did. She could see it in the way his body would react when she came too close, like when she gave him a handshake or playfully shoved his shoulder.

 It was the same way she reacted when he was close. 

 Surely it couldn’t all be for nothing?

 Her eyelids were falling heavy against her eyes and she slowly slumped further into the cushions of the couch, hands tightening around the blanket around her body. Sleep was so close that she could reach out and feel it, and she would’ve slipped into the arms of slumber if it hadn’t been for the opening and closing of the front door. 

 She grumbled and furrowed her brows down at her watch. 

 4:35 AM. Mike wasn’t supposed to be home yet. 

 At the notion, she jolted and snapped her head towards the entrance, her heart thrumming against her chest as she prepared herself for the sight of a total stranger, ready to make a run straight for Abby’s room. She blinked and narrowed her eyes at the dark silhouette of the figure as it hung its coat on the rack bolted on the wall. 

 “Sorry. S’ just me.”

 She knew that voice. It was a voice she always dreamed about, a voice belonging to someone she’d seen practically everyday.

 “Mike?” Her voice came out rough, having not spoken for hours, not since Abby had gone to bed. “What are you doing home so early?” She asked as she pushed herself further up the sofa while Mike made his way towards the recliner, wiping a hand down his face before plopping down into the seat. She could only make out his face through the light from the television but even then, she could sense something was off. 

 Mike tapped his fingers against the armrest of the recliner, “I… I just… needed to leave… I guess,” he replied and she frowned, scooting to the far side of the couch closest to him. “Is… is everything alright?” She questioned, unsure whether or not he needed consoling. Mike leaned further back into his seat and let his eyelids flutter closed, inhaling deep through his nostrils. 

 “Just… is Abby asleep?” He finally asked after a moment and she nodded, humming. “She went down earlier than usual. Actually managed to get her to eat something,” she replied, her lips curving into a smile but quickly faltering again when she realized Mike wasn’t going to reciprocate. He looked almost… distraught. 

 Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she pondered her options. She’d known Mike for some time but even then, she still knew little to nothing about him. He slept a lot, that was for sure. And he loved his little sister and was trying so hard to be exactly the type of person she needed. But she knew nothing about him, Mike Schmidt himself. She didn’t know what he did in his free time, what he liked to eat, if he had hobbies, nothing. 

 Hell, she’d spent so much time fantasizing about him and filling in all the holes herself, she hardly even acknowledged that he could be somebody entirely else. She didn’t know the first thing about him.

 But she could learn to try. 

 She leaned forward, a steady hand warily finding his on the armrest of the recliner and she flinched when Mike snapped his eyelids open, looking between her and their touching hands. Their gazes surged into one another and she made no moves, as if seeking any sign that she should stop.

 Mike’s heart thrummed so hard inside his chest, it was a miracle that she couldn’t hear it. She looked at him as if she were asking permission— permission to what, he hadn’t even the slightest clue. But in spite of the voices inside of his head telling him he shouldn’t, that he shouldn’t let her, that he was wrong for her, he did. How could he say no when she looked at him like that, as if he were the most beautiful thing she’d ever laid eyes upon?

 His silence gave her the confidence to let her fingers creep further down to the back of his hand, flipping it around until they rested against the heel of his palm. Slowly, she soothed the tips of her fingers up his palm until they fell between the cracks of his, letting her digits curl around his knuckles. Mike shuddered at the touch and let his own fingers press down against hers and he watched as she raised their intertwined hands to her mouth, their gazes molded together as she pressed her lips against his skin. His lips trembled as they fell open and he narrowed his eyes, clinging onto the last bit of restraint he had left. 

 “You can relax with me, Mike,” she whispered against his skin, pressing another soft kiss to the knuckle of his ring finger. “You don’t have to worry while I’m around.”

 Mike pressed his lips back together and fought back the urge to groan at her words, his eyes wandering from their hands, down her arm, to her chest where it pressed against the edge of the sofa. His breath shuddered when he exhaled and the rubber band stretched inside of him finally released and with it, the last of his restraint. 

 Fuck it, he thought. It’s been long enough.

 Mike tugged her closer by the hand and her lids widened, a squeal slipping from her lips, in which he was swift to eat right up, pressing his mouth against hers. With his hand not intertwined with hers, he gripped her hip, working his way up to her waist to squeeze. The sound she made was muffled inside their admittedly messy kiss and he pulled her even closer, her knees having nowhere to go but on the outside of his thighs. 

 Mike groaned and pulled away to catch his breath as her hips ground down against his, already feeling frustrated with the growing erection in his jeans. He blinked up at the woman on top of him, her arms thrown over his shoulders, her chest heaving as she chased air back into her lungs. She stared down at him with hazy irises, still bleary from lack of sleep. 

 “Sorry,” Mike finally managed to breathe out, his palms resting on either of her thighs. “Probably a little much, wasn’t it?”

 He watched as the corners of her lips curved into a grin and she chuckled breathlessly, shaking her head. “Not enough,” she tittered as she surged her lips back into his, one of her hands on his shoulders slithering their way into his mess of dark tendrils, fingers curling and tugging at his roots. He hissed inside her mouth and dug his fingernails into her skin, a whimper falling from her lips, allowing him to take control of the situation. 

 He pressed himself forward and reached for the end of her t-shirt and she briefly broke away to allow the fabric up and over her head, her own fingers already working at the buckle of his belt. Mike leaned forward to pepper kisses all across the tops of her breasts and she threw her head back as he took over in undoing his belt, ripping it from his loops and throwing open the button and zipper of his jeans. 

 She clambered off of him as he raised his hips to tug his pants and boxers down just enough to allow his erection to spring free of its restraints, feeling her stomach do a somersault at the sight as she stripped herself of her own shorts and panties. Mike fought the urge to wrap his hands around his cock as she reached behind her back to undo the clasps of her bra and time seemed to slow as the straps fell from her shoulders, the lave toppling to the floor altogether. 

 He swore he could feel his mouth water and never before this moment had he wanted something, or someone, more. He blinked up at her, following her gaze down to his lap and at his erection that stood tall, waiting for her, dripping with pre-cum. 

 Mike cocked an eyebrow, “you just gonna stand there or you gonna take it?” He asked, voice low and husky and fuck, she thought she’d drop dead right then and there. Still, this was a dangerous game they were playing. “What about Abby?” She whispered, glancing towards the hallway where Abby’s room was. “What if she wakes up?”

 Mike pressed his lips together and bucked his hips, raising a leg to softly give her calf a kick. “You can be quiet, right?” He murmured in question and she felt herself clench from his voice alone. Here Mike Schmidt was, cock out and erect, all because of her. This was something she had only dreamed of— never did she think that this would become reality. 

 Mike cocked his eyebrow again and she shook herself from her thoughts, taking his hand as he guided her back onto his lap. Her body shuddered and her bones rattled as she began to sink herself down, jolting when the tip brushed against her cunt, teeth sinking down into the plush of her bottom lip to contain her sounds. 

 “It’s okay,” Mike whispered. “I got you.”

 Her eyes about rolled in the back of her head at that as his hands kneaded at the flesh of either of her hips, guiding her further down his length, making sure to go agonizingly slow to ensure she felt every single fucking inch of cock inside of her. Tears brimmed the outskirts of her eyelids as she finally sat still on his lap, filled to the brim with cock. Mike let her head fall down against the curve of his shoulder, burying her nose into the crook of his neck as she allowed time to adjust to his size, simultaneously trying to keep her sounds to a minimum. 

 “You’re so tight,” Mike’s breath shuddered in her ear and his voice made goosebumps litter her skin, his fingertips like the icy breath of a ghost against her back. “You think you can handle moving now?” He asked in a whisper against the shell of her ear and she nodded, letting him grab her thighs and push her further up his cock until just the head remained. She cried against his neck when he sank her all the way back down his length, the lewd noise of their wet skin slapping together making her clench around him. “Fff… uuck,” he dragged his curse out as he snapped his hips up against her.

 “Shit!” She gasped as he thrusted again and again and again. And she let him. She let him use her in whatever way he pleased. 

 “Gonna be good for me?” He muttered next to her ear. “Gonna let me take care of you, hm?” She nodded, bobbing her head up and down against his shoulder as he snapped his hips up to hers again and again, daring the coil inside her belly to snap. “Think you can handle it?” He asked again and she nodded once more, crying and biting down on his collar. “Yes!” She cried, fortunately muffled against his skin. 

 So Mike thrusted again, harder and harder, chasing that high, that release he so desperately needed. He could tell she was close— it’d probably been so long since she’d been stuffed by cock like this. She’d probably been waiting for this moment just as long as he has. 

 With the pad of his thumb, he pressed down against her aching bud and Mike could feel a fresh new set of tears soak his skin as she cried, bucking her hips into his touch. His thrusts were as sloppy as they were powerful and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. 

 “Mmm… Mike… I’m… I’m gonna…” she hardly managed to stutter out, slowly feeling the coil inside her stomach as it began to unravel. 

 “Yeah?” Mike said, his other hand wrapped around her neck and pushing her forehead down against his, gazing up at her closed eyelids. He rolled his head against hers, “look at me,” he breathed out and watched as she slowly fluttered her lids back open, just as more fat tears beaded down her cheeks. The sight was enough to get him to teeter on the edge himself. 

 “Gonna come?” He asked and she nodded, sweat-slicked forehead lolling against his. He nodded too, already feeling her release around him as she spawned around his cock, relying solely on him and his body to keep herself up. She buried her face in the crook of his neck again as she whined and cried, Mike’s thrusts speeding up as he gave himself that final push he needed to send himself reeling, spiraling and shaking with the force of his release. 

 “Fuck,” he growled into the skin just below her ear, squeezing his eyelids shut tighter as he willed himself to keep his sounds on the low, for the sake of his little sister sleeping just in the other room. 

 Silence fell over Mike and the babysitter for a good, long moment as they both recovered from their highs, chasing air back into their lungs as the realization of what they had just done began to sink in. Mike should be mortified— she was his sister’s babysitter, he doesn’t have time for this, she doesn’t deserve him, he shouldn't have done this. 

 But the woman in his lap settled herself closer into him, nuzzling her nose against the crook of his neck, her lips like a crescent moon against his skin as she placed a soft kiss to his flesh there. 

 “I hope you’re okay, Mike,” she whispered and he threw his head back, an arm thrown around her body as he stared up at the ceiling. How could he push her away now?

a/n; so yeah!!! i watched fnaf on friday and it kinda sorta just brought back my whole josh hutcherson phase so enjoy!! this was just a quick little something i wrote up and there's like no plot at all and not proofread LMAO

[the-cosmic-cauldron]

🪷 Healing Astrology: Chakra Astrology 🪷

ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴋʀᴀ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱᴛʀᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ

𝙐𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙎𝙪𝙣, 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙍𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨. 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙪𝙢.

Taurus/Capricorn 2nd/10th house

Root Chakra: Stability, security, grounding, survival, safety, belonging

Exercise: Weightlifting, Resistance Band, Body Weight Exercise, Isometric Exercises

Hobbies: Gardening, camping, foraging, pottery, painting or drawing, knitting, woodworking, cooking, baking, journaling, meditation, candle making, farming, fishing, musical instrument.

Yoga: Hatha, Yin, Restorative, Vinyasa Flow, Kundalini Yoga

Dance: Soul Motion, African Dance, Tai Chi Qigong, Barefoot Dance

Crystals: Black tourmaline, hematite, red jasper

Essential Oils: Cedarwood, patchouli, sandalwood, vetiver, frankincense, pine, cypress,

Colors: Red, brown, green, beige, grey

Music: Listen to 396hz sounds, ambient, classical music, nature sounds, meditative music, folk and acoustic music, world music, jazz and blue, chanting and mantras

Healing foods for you: sweet potatoes, onions, carrots, radishes, beans, eggs, nuts, lean meats, oats, apples, strawberries, tomatoes, pomegranate, dark leafy greens, brown rice, quinoa, avocado, bananas, dates, seaweed.

Teas and Supplements:Ginger, cayenne, dandelion root, ashwagandha, chamomile, lemon balm, passionflower, lavender, nettle, l-thetanine, gaba, CBD, lions mane, reishi mushroom, kava.

Key Components:

• Have a bedtime and a wake-up time

•Live below your means

• Create a savings for a rainy day

• Find ways to organize your space

•Carry a journal with you

• Make a list of your favorite foods so you can always have an idea of what you want to eat

• If you want to buy something make a goal before you can buy e.g do a ten minute run everyday for a week to be able to buy a new backpack.

• Go to spas, get a massage

Cancer/Scorpio 4th/8th

Sacral Chakra: Connection with others, pleasure, emotions, sexuality, sensuality, creativity

Exercise: Boxing, kick boxing, HIIT, Zumba, Running or sprinting, Weighted workouts, Plyometrics, Swimming

Hobbies: Writing fiction, poetry, journaling, painting or drawing, digital art, improvisational acting, music composition, jewelry making, filmmaking, podcasting, photography, mythology creation, cooking or baking, astrology or tarot, cosplay.

Yoga: Yin Yoga, Restorative Yoga, Tantric Yoga, Kundalini Yoga

Dance: Contemporary Dance, Argentine Tango, Salsa, Belly Dance, Bachata, Flamenco, Rumba, Pole Dance, Jazz Dance, Freestyle

Crystals: Amethyst, Rose Quartz, Moonstone, Black Turmaline, Smoky Quartz, Carnelian, Lepidolite, Citrine, Sodalite, Clear Quartz, Labradorite

Essential Oils: Rose, Ylang Ylang, Jasmine, Sandalwood, Lavender, Vanilla

Colors: Orange, Coral, Amber

Music: R&B, Soul, Jazz, Classical/Instrumental, Flamenco, Ambient/Chillout, World Music, Soft Pop, 582 hz, 639 hz, 432 hz, 852 hz

Healing Foods: Oranges, sweet potatoes, carrots, mangos, papayas, apricots, avocado, nuts and seeds, fatty fish, brown rice, oats, yogurt, kimchi, kefir, dark chocolate.

Tea’s and Supplements: Chamomile, rose, cinnamon, jasmine, hibiscus, ginger, lemon balm, holy basil, ashwagandha, maca, rhodiola rosea, vitamin D, l-thetanine, ginkgo biloba, St. John’s wort, 5-HTP

Key Componenets

• Giving yourself time to feel without judgment or rationalization

• Realizing that expressing yourself is not wrong and beginning to discern who can accept your expressive self

• Using creative outlets to express yourself

• Finding activities that is going to bring your focus and awareness

• Creating boundaries and values for relationships that enter your life

• Giving yourself time to self-love as well as express love

• Indulging in what you enjoy without guilt, enjoy your life

• Learning your manifestation technique

• Using your intuition and connecting to it more as a guide

• Learning to be instead of constant doing, learning your power is in being receptive to energies

• Nurturing yourself and others

Leo/Aries 1st/5th

Solar Plexus Chakra: Personal power, self-esteem, confidence, ability to take control of one’s life, identity, autonomy, inner strength

Exercise: Strength training, martial arts, HIIT, core focused workouts, functional fitness, group fitness class, adventure and outdoor activities, endurance training.

Hobbies: Public speaking, creative writing or journaling, diy projects or crafting, learning a new language, performance arts, volunteering or mentoring, gardening or sustainable, travel or outdoor adventures, music, learning a survival skill, networking.

Yoga: Power Yoga, Vinyasa Flow, Kundalini Yoga, Ashtanga Yoga, Hatha Yoga, Core Strengthening Yoga, Yin Yoga, Bhakti Yoga

Dance: Hip hop dance, contemporary dance, Latin dance, belly dance, jazz dance, ballet, freestyle dance, pole dance, Afro dance, burlesque dance, combat dance

Crystals: Citrine, Tigers Eye, Carnelian, Pyrite, Sunstone, Amber, Yellow Jasper, Garnet, Golden Topaz

Essential Oils: Bergamot, Lemon, Ginger, Peppermint, Rosemary, Clary Sage, Frankincense, Cedar-wood

Colors: Golden Yellow

Music: Pop music, hip hop and rap, rock and alternative rock, R&B, soul, EDM, reggae, heavy metal, inspirational, spiritual, Afro beats, 528 hz, 396 hz, 417 hz, 639 hz, 741 hz, 320 hz

Healing foods for you: Bananas, lemons, pineapples, yellow peppers, corn, brown rice, sweet potatoes, oats, ginger, turmeric, yogurt, kimchi, kombucha, nuts and seeds, eggs, lentils, chickpeas, oranges, mangoes

Teas and Supplements: Ginger, lemon balm, chamomile, peppermint, green matcha, rooibos, dandelion root, ashwagandha, rhodiola rosea, vitamin b complex, magnesium, turmeric, ginseng, probiotics, l-thetanine

Key Components

• Having self awareness and walking around with your head held high

•Living authentically to your true self, not conforming for others

• Taking action but also letting things be and relaxing

• Having trust and faith

• Leading with integrity and compassion

• Responding not reacting

• Aligning with your soul purpose

• The more you stay true to your values the easier success comes

• Being spiritual

Libra 7th

Heart Chakra: Love, compassion, forgiveness, emotional healing, relationships, unconditional love, empathy, inner peace.

Exercise: Fitness classes, walking, hiking.

Hobbies: Arts and crafts, cooking and baking, gardening, music and dance, reading and writing, animal companionship, sound therapy and singing, support groups

Yoga: Hatha Yoga, Restorative Yoga, Yin Yoga, Kundalini Yoga, Heart Opening

Dance: Contemporary, ballet, contact improvisation, tribal fusion belly dance, soul motion

Crystals: Rose Quartz, Rhodonite, Amazonite, Moonstone, Aquamarine

Essential Oils: Rose, Frankincense, Lavender, Ylang Ylang, Geranium

Colors: Green, Pink

Music: Classical music, pop music, ambient, folk, jazz, 639 hz, 528 hz

Healing foods: Kale, spinach, broccoli, avocado, kiwi, cucumber, nuts and seeds, blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, dark chocolate, salmon, sardines

Teas and supplements: Chamomile, rose petals, hibiscus, magnesium, zinc, b6, b12

Key Components

• Understanding of both yourself and others

• Staying humble and aware of both your strengths and weaknesses

• Healing from your past wounds

• Practicing forgiveness and giving others space to forgive

• Showing love unconditionally

• Practicing self love both on the physical and emotional level

• Discerning who is pouring love back into you

• Strive towards wholeness in your interpersonal relationships

• Seeing others as an extension of yourself

Gemini/Sagittarius 3rd/9th

Throat Chakra: Communication, self expression, speaking one’s truth, creativity, clear and authentic expression, verbal and non-verbal, honesty, open communication

Exercise: Strength training, team sports, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, Muay Thai.

Hobbies: Creative writing and journaling, blogging or vlogging, theater or improv classes, stand up comedy, painting and drawing, photography, public speaking groups, debate clubs, musical instrument, song writing, book club, volunteering

Yoga: Vinyasa Yoga, Kundalini Yoga, Bhakti Yoga, Hatha Vlog

Dance: Contemporary dance, salsa, ballroom, modern dance, ballet, contact improvisation, kizomba

Crystals: Sodalite, Aquamarine, Lapis Lazuli, Blue Lace Agate

Essential Oils: Peppermint, frankincense, eucalyptus, lavender

Colors: Blue, Turquoise, Light Blue, Lavender

Music: Indie, jazz, experimental rock, electronic music, post punk, folk, alternative rock, neo soul, acoustic, indie folk, 639 hz, 741 hz

Healing foods: Fresh herbs, vibrant vegetables, salmon, chia seeds, spinach, kale, pumpkin seeds, walnuts, dark chocolate, avocado

Teas and Supplements: Chamomile, peppermint, rosemary, omega-3-fatty acids, b -complex vitamins, l-thetanine, rhodiola rosea

Key Components

• Living authentically to who you are

• Being able to clearly communicate and also actively listen to others

• Actions and words align

• You allow your ideas to flow, write them down and execute

• Focused on personal growth

• You care only what you think of yourself

Pisces / 12th house

Third Eye Chakra: Intuition, perception, inner vision, spiritual insight, inner vision, spiritual connection, emotional awareness, visionary experiences

Exercise: Tai Chi, Qiong, Martial Arts

Hobbies: Journaling, Creative writing, poetry, nature observation, bird watching, art therapy or visual arts, meditation, reading, cooking or baking, gardening or plant care, traveling or exploring new places, listening to music or playing an instrument

Yoga: Yin Yoga, Restorative Yoga, Kirpalu Yoga, Bhakti Yoga, Yoga Nidra, Minful Vinyasa Yoga, Hatha Yoga

Dance: Ecstatic dance, belly dance, contemporary dance, qiong or tai chi inspired, sacred dance, trance dance, improvisational dance, chakra dance, butoh

Crystals: Amethyst, Lapis Luzuli, Labradorite, Moonstone, Clear Quartz, Sodalite, Fluorite, Lepidolite, Celestite, Lolite, Angelite, Kyanite, Selenite

Essential Oils: Frankincense, sandalwood, lavender, clary sage, patchouli, rosemary, geranium, juniper berry, myrrh, lemon, jasmine

Colors: Indigo Blue, Purple, Deep Blue, Violet, White

Music: Ambient music, new age, world music, chill wave, folk and acoustic, indie, electronic, classical music, chanting, binaural beats, 396 hz, 417 hz, 528 hz, 639 hz, 741 hz, 4-8hz, 8-12hz, 0.5-4 hz,

Healing Foods: Spinach, kale, Swiss chard, broccoli, arugula, nuts and seeds, blueberries, avocado, pineapple, bananas, oranges, apples, brown rice, oats

Teas and Supplements: Chamomile, holy basil, peppermint, green tea, Yerba mate, ashwagandha, omega 3 fatty acids, rhodiola rosea, b vitamins, DHA, l-thetanine

Key Components:

• Grounded in your intuition

• Writing down your insights

• Deeper connection to spirituality

• Living mindfully

• Take your time, slowing down

• Praying, talking to your spirit guide, connecting to your higher self

• Meditating

• Making peace within your life

• Spending time to yourself to nourish your vessel

• Affirming yourself

Virgo/Aquarius 6th/11th

Crown Chakra: Spiritual enlightenment, unity, higher consciousness, inner peace, non-attachment, meditation and contemplation, sense of purpose

Exercise: Tai Chi, Qiong, Martial Arts, Mindful Pilates

Hobbies: Journaling, art and painting, writing, music and sound healing, dance, hiking, gardening, nature photography, tide pool exploration, spiritual group, attending ceremonies, volunteering, reading, attending workshops and retreats

Yoga: Bhakti Yoga, Kirtan Yoga, Kundalani Yoga, Jnana Yoga, Raja Yoga, Vinyasa Yoga, Yin Yoga

Dance: Sacred Dance, Sufi Whirling, Gurdjieff Movements, Kathak, Bharatanatyam, Flamenco, Butoh

Crystals: Clear Quartz, Amethyst, Sodalite, Moonstone, Lapis Lazuli, Selenite, Citrine, Turquoise

Essential Oils: Frankincense, Sandalwood, Lavender, Rose, Patchouli, Myrrh, Bergamot

Colors: Violet, Purple, White, Silver, Gold, Lavender

Music: New age, ambient, world music, chanting, mantras, tribal, indigenous music, classical Indian music, ambient electronic, 432 hz, 528 hz, 639 hz, 741 hz, 852 hz, 963 hz

Healing Foods: Berries, coconut, apples, leafy greens, sweet potatoes, nuts and seeds, brown rice

Tea and Supplements: Holy Basil, chamomile, peppermint, green tea, lavender, omega 3 fatty acids, rhodiola rosea, ashwagandha, ginkgo biloba, vitamin d, melatonin

Key Components

• Clearing your mind through mediation

• Writing and journaling in order to empty your brain

• Using your wisdom in practical ways

• Writing down your spiritual insights

• Trusting your gut

• Learning the art of detachment

• Living in the present moment

• Spiritual connection that allows you to view life in multiple ways

• Healthy body and feel energized for the day

• An inner peace

• You practice gratitude

• You extend yourself to others in a helpful and compassionate way

[harrywavycurly]

Worth the Fight: Places of Peace

Masterlist: Here

CW: Language, bit of arguing, talk about pregnancy things/symptoms, brief mention of a tiny panic attack and if you squint you’ll find some jealousy✨

A/N: I think some would call this progress or at least their version of progress or maybe it’s like them working on progress? Either way I’d say this is a step in the right direction.

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Summary: Left with no choice, Harry visits you at work resulting in a much needed conversation✨

“You know doors usually work better if you knock on them.” Harry turns his head to the left as an older woman is stepping out of her front door just one door down from yours. She puts her keys in her purse and turns so she’s facing him and Harry just bites his bottom lip as he looks back at your front door, still not sure if he even wants you to know he’s on the other side of it or not.

“Knocking might make her answer though.” He explains with a sigh as he runs a hand through his hair pushing a few pieces up out of his face.

“Ah yes that’s true but don’t you think it’s easier to knock now and risk her answering than to have to explain yourself if she opens the door to leave and just sees you standing there like a potted plant?” She asks as she gives Harry a once over and smiles when she catches a glimpse of the little brown bag from the bakery down the street. “Don’t stand there all day. It’s bad for your knees.” Is the last bit of advice she offers him before she turns and heads for the elevators.

Harry sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as he raises his free hand up to knock on your door, but just before his knuckles meet the wood he drops his hand to his side and lets out a groan. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous, feeling as if for the most part he stuck to your demand and waited to try to speak to you till he got the results of the test that he already knew was going to tell him the twins you are carrying are in fact his, but he also knows he might’ve irritated you a little with his texts the other night and something tells him you’re the type to hold a grudge. So truthfully Harry does know why he’s nervous, because if you hold a grudge then that means your cat Paris probably does as well and while Harry isn’t in the mood to be used as a chew toy he is willing to endure as many bites to the ankles as you deem necessary to get himself on your good side but that’s only if you even allow him into your apartment.

“For fuck sake man just knock on the damn door.” He mumbles to himself and before he can overthink it he quickly raises his hand to your door and gives it three solid knocks before bringing his hand to his side. Harry waits for what feels like half an hour but in reality is a full three minutes before he swallows down the rest of his nerves and chances another knock, this time making it a tad bit harder than the last set because maybe you’re not in the living room and didn’t hear the first ones he did.

“She’s at work.” Harry jumps slightly as a voice comes from behind him, he looks over his shoulder just in time to see a younger man locking his door that’s directly across from yours. “I’m not a creep or anything I feed Paris on Friday night because that’s her late shift and the man will scream and shout if he’s not fed at exactly six on the dot.” The young man explains when Harry gives him a questioning raise of the brow.

“Does he bite you?” He doesn’t even know why that’s the first thing he asks but he can’t take it back so he just stands there a bit awkwardly as the man looks Harry up and down before shoving his keys into his back pocket.

“Nope.” He answers with a slight smirk before he turns and heads to the elevators. Harry doesn’t know why that answer stirs something up inside of him but he doesn’t spend a lot of time thinking about it as he pulls out his phone from his back pocket and scrolls to his conversation with you.

“You’re at work…but where do you-” Harry looks through the texts and a smile of satisfaction takes over his face when he sees the answer typed out in a dull gray bubble. “The library but-wait which one?” His smile slowly fades as he looks up from his phone and lets out a deep sigh. “Nothing with her is ever going to be easy is it?” He asks himself as he turns so he can lean his back against your door, he bends down to place the little brown paper bag by his feet so he can begin his search for which library you work at.

You pinch your brows together as you lean over your desk to try to get a better look at the writing on the piece of paper in front of you. You look up from the paper and then to your right towards the computer screen to double check what you’re reading on the paper matches what the screen says, you place your right index finger on the screen and your left index finger on the paper and go word by word until the sentence is complete. Once satisfied that they do really match and your mind isn’t playing tricks on you, you reach over and grab your bright pink highlighter out of your peace sign shaped pen holder and highlight the sentence on the paper with a smile.

“Okay now just take those stairs and you can’t miss her she’s the only one who works down there.” You lift your head up at the sound of Dona, one of the librarians who work upstairs, very clearly giving someone directions on how to find you.

“Thank you so much.” You feel the highlighter fall from your hand as a very familiar British accent hits your ears just before the stairs begin to creak letting you know he just begun his descent and you only have a few moments of peace left until he’s standing right in front of you.

“Do you know how many public libraries there are in this city?” You don’t bother to look up at him as he speaks, instead you just pick up your highlighter and place the cap back on before putting it in your pen holder.

“Oddly enough I do.” You answer as you keep your eyes on the paper in front of you, Harry lets out a sigh as he places a brown paper bag on the edge of your desk before he turns to take a look around your unusual place of work. He’s been to libraries before but never in the basement where the cataloging and administrative work is done so his curiosity gets the best of him as he begins to walk around the tables and carts of books.

“Well I had no clue there were so many and did you know that if you call them and ask if someone with your lovely name works there they’ll say no?”

“Makes sense because I can’t work at all of them now can I?”

“True but then as my list got smaller and smaller and I was beginning to think that maybe you just lied about working at a library. I called this one.” When you finally look up you find Harry standing off to the side of the room next to a stack of books on a rolling cart that haven’t been entered into the system yet, his eyes scanning the titles as if he’s seeing if any look familiar to him. “And a wonderful woman named Dona answered the phone.” His eyes meet yours as he looks up from the book titles and you feel yourself want to smile at the way his lips curl upwards into what looks like a playful smirk as he takes a few steps towards your desk.

“We do love Dona around here.” You state with a shrug because it’s the truth, Dona is a well loved employee and the day she decides to retire will be the saddest day of work you’ll ever have to deal with minus the one day when the coffee machine didn’t work in the employee lounge.

“I can understand why. When I asked her if you worked here she said yes but normally people who are looking for someone who works in the basement have the direct line because-”

“Most people who work upstairs don’t even know I’m down here.” You finish for him just as he takes his final step that places him right in front of you.

“Exactly and she even was nice enough to inform me that if I wanted to come pay you a visit I was allowed to do so. I just had to let her give me a tour first.” He says as he grabs the bag off the edge of the desk, you raise an eyebrow at him when he holds it out towards you. “Sorry it’s not warm anymore but I did get it for you over an hour ago.” He explains while watching you open the bag and look inside, Harry isn’t sure what your reaction is going to be given this is the first sort of nice thing he’s done for you so he’s anxious as you reach your hand in and pull out the donut.

“You got me this an hour ago?” You question as you bring the classic glazed donut up to your nose to take a little smell before placing it back in the bag. Harry has to stop himself from frowning as you close the bag up and place it on the side of your desk. “Why an hour ago?”

“That’s when I knocked on your door.”

“On my door? Like my apartment door?”

“Yeah but you didn’t answer.”

“Oh yeah because I’m at work.”

“I can see that.” Now Harry really doesn’t mean to be so snippy but he also didn’t plan on searching the internet for twenty minutes and making a list of twelve different libraries and calling every single one of them, only to be put on hold every time while trying to find you, just to have you smell his donut and push it to the side like you couldn’t care less about it.

“I appreciate this but I’m sorry I-I can’t eat it.” Harry’s annoyance instantly dissolves as you point to the brown bag holding his sugary peace offering. “It didn’t end too well the last time I had donuts and I’m just a little nervous to try again right now.” You add as you stand up from your chair, Harry’s eyes glance down towards your stomach and he feels his heart begin to beat faster as he sees what he swears is the smallest appearance of a bump right where your t shirt clings to your leggings in the front.

“Are you-oh.” You follow his gaze and see what or more so where his eyes are fixated at and out of instinct you place a hand over the very small bump that seemed to have appeared over night as soon as you hit eleven weeks yesterday. You walk around your desk so you can get to your purse that’s on a rolling cart along with a little stereo, your lunchbox full of snacks and water bottle. “I uh didn’t know if you would want these or not but I grabbed them for you after you…” You don’t bother to finish your sentence as you dig around in your bag while Harry turns so he’s facing you, eyes a little wide and his cheeks the tiniest bit flushed clearly taken off guard seeing you begin to actually look pregnant.

“You didn’t look-I thought you wouldn’t show until-until way later? It’s only been a week and a half since-since I saw you.” You shrug as you finally find what you’re looking for, a white envelope and pull it from your bag before turning and handing it to Harry who still has a look of shock on his face as his eyes go back to staring at your tummy.

“I mean there are two of them in there and I’m eleven weeks so that means they are the size of-”

“Limes.” You both say at the same time.

Harry ignores your questioning look as he opens the envelop, already knowing what’s inside. But when he pulls them out he feels like his world is spinning as his eyes scan the ultrasound photos because there in a grainy gray scale photo are the twins, his twins that have no idea how much they’ve already changed his whole world. He can’t do much besides just stare at them with a slight smile on his face and the two of you stand in a comfortable silence for a moment before you reach over and place a hand on his wrist giving it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s okay if you think they look like floating beans.” You joke as an attempt to help him not get too lost in his emotions as his eyes get a very familiar sheen to them, he sniffles as he lets out a light chuckle and looks up at you briefly before looking back down to the photos in his hands.

“They do look a little bean like don’t they?” You just nod and take your hand from around his wrist causing him to look up as you turn to grab your lunchbox off the cart before going back to your desk. “What have you been eating or I don’t know? Craving the most so far?” He asks as he puts the ultrasound photos back in the envelop and slides it into his back pocket.

“Jam on toast.”

“What kind of jam? Or just any kind of jam?”

“This week it’s been strawberry but last week I tried blueberry and I hated it. I didn’t like the smell or the texture.” You scrunch your nose up at the thought of the blueberry jam from last week. “So it didn’t last longer than a day so I tried this orange marmalade stuff and it was good and then before that it was raspberry and that’s been my favorite so far but the-”

“Wait so you’ve really just been eating an assortment of jams on toast?” He quirks a brow as he tries to imagine you surviving off of random bits of toast and weird flavored jams the last few weeks.

“Yes. But it’s not all I eat but you asked what I’ve been craving the most.” You answer as you pull out a small container from your bright pink lunch box. “And so far I’ve just been craving jam and really crunchy toast.” You explain as Harry watches you open the container and just as he leans over a bit to see what’s in it you roll your eyes and lift it up so he can get a clear view of the inside. “It’s just carrots. Is that an okay thing for me to snack on? Or would you prefer something else?”

“What’s with the attitude? I didn’t even say any-”

“Your face said it for you with the eyebrow and that just constant look of disapproval you have lingering behind those big dumb green eyes.” You take a bite of one of your carrots as you lean back in your chair, Harry crosses his arms over his chest as he leans against the table that has a few stacks of books on it that are just waiting to be taken upstairs to be shelved.

“You hanging around all these books all day really explains why you say things the way you do because who actually says things like I have a lingering look of disapproval behind my eyes?” You fight the urge to throw a carrot at him and you would if you weren’t hungry but honestly with your luck you’d miss him completely and he not only would just have one more thing to poke fun at you about but you’d be down a carrot with nothing to show for it.

“Sorry do you only like it when people use big words in lyrical form? I could sing for you if that would help you understand it better? I’ve been told I have a wonderful voice.” Harry lets out a laugh making you glare at him as you take a bite of another carrot.

“I’ve heard you sing and trust me the word wonderful isn’t the one that I’d use to describe your voice.”

“Is there a reason you’re here Harry or are you just trying to ruin all my places of peace?” You ask with a sigh and that’s when Harry looks away from you and down to the floor as he lets out a heavy sigh as he uncrosses his arms from his chest and brings a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. You watch as you can practically see the gears moving in his head as he tries to ready himself for what you know is probably an apology and you decide to just save him the trouble.

“Before you say anything I just need you to know I uhm-I’m not sure I’m ready to forgive you for how you acted at Dr. Andrews office I just really-it upset me and I’m not ready yet so if you want to save your apology for later that would-uhm would be fine.” You physically feel as if someone lifted a five pound weight off your chest once you’re done talking, you wait a moment for Harry to react but all he does is slowly look up from the floor until he meets your eyes and just gives you a nod.

“I understand you’re not ready and that’s fine I get it.” You just stare at him and he knows you expect him to argue with you, to tell you that you have to forgive him so the two of you can move on but he doesn’t and that seems odd to you. “But I do need you to know I am deeply sorry for my behavior and-”

“Harry please don’t.” He closes his mouth when he hears you sniffle quietly but not quietly enough that he misses it. “Not now please.” You normally would never stoop to borderline begging, especially to Harry but in this moment you know if he continues you will be full on crying in less than a minute and you have a rule about crying over boys at work, it’s just not something you do.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to upset you.” To that you just shrug as you pick up another carrot while Harry walks over to your cart and grabs your water bottle.

“It’s okay I’m easily upset-able these days.” You tease making Harry give you a small smile as he places your water bottle on your desk, you return his smile as you lean over and grab it so you can take a few sips from it.

“So my mom was wondering-”

“Wait you really told your mom?”

“Yes?”

“Why-why would you tell your mom about me?”

“Uh because you’re carrying her grandchildren?”

Harry watches you slowly close the lid to your water bottle all while appearing as if you’re looking at him but you’re really looking through him, your eyes are slightly wide and your teeth are bitting into your bottom lip and he thinks maybe this is what you look like when you’re on the verge of a panic attack. So he does something to try to keep you from full on sinking into whatever panic inducing thoughts he can clearly tell are swirling around in your head as he lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his hair, not really believing he’s about to tell you this but he just hopes it helps distract you from what’s going on in your mind.

“I called her the night you told me I wasn’t allowed in your apartment and that you didn’t want to speak to me until I knew the results of the paternity test.” He watches your face carefully as he speaks and when he sees your eyes travel from the cross pendant around his neck up to his eyes he takes this as his chance to be honest about how he handled that evening. “I uh well I sort of had a bit of a breakdown and cried to her for a solid hour about everything and I know we haven’t discussed telling people or how to go about doing that sort of thing but I needed to talk to someone and uh well she’s- she’s-”

“Your mom.” You softly finish his sentence for him and he just nods. “I get it Harry I really do I just wasn’t expecting it that’s all and I don’t know why because you’re right I’m carrying her grandchildren so yeah she’s going to want to know about me I just-it’s just all feeling a bit real now.” You explain as well as you can with all the different thoughts whirling around in your head and Harry gives you a playful smile that makes you raise a brow at him as he takes a step towards your desk.

“Oh I know that had to hurt.” You look at him confused as he places a hand on your desk so he can lean over your pen holder and grab a carrot out of your container. “You just said I was right.” He adds after taking a bite out of it and finally noticing the look on your face. You let out an annoyed huff as you grab your container of carrots and pull it closer to you so he can’t reach it.

“It did hurt but I know it’s not a pain I’ll have to get used to anytime soon.” You watch Harry roll his eyes as he finishes off his carrot. “So your mom wants to meet me? When?” You ask as you reach for the lid for the container so you can put it back in your lunch box.

“Sunday for lunch.” Harry casually states as he turns and heads for the stairs he took to get down to your work area. You quickly stand up and place your hands on your hips and you glare at the back of his head as he walks away. “I have to go because I didn’t plan on spending most of my afternoon searching for the secret dungeon you work in but I’ll send you the details okay?” He calls from over his shoulder as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he pauses and turns his head towards you deciding to wait to see how you’re going to respond.

“It’s not a dungeon it’s a basement. And what? No Harry that’s not okay. Sunday is in two days.”

“I’m so glad you not only know all these great big words but also your days of the week. Quite impressive.”

“You can’t just tell me I’m meeting your mom in two days-”

“Well to be fair I tried to tell you on Wednesday but you weren’t having it because of your rule or whatever about not talking until today.”

“Rule or whatever? It’s called a boundary Harry and I set it because you were being an asshole and I needed to protect myself.” Harry places a hand on the railing of the stairs as he turns to fully look at you and you can tell by the way his brows are pinched together and his mouth is set into a hard line that he isn’t sure how to take the information you just gave him.

“Protect yourself? From what?” He asks as he stays standing at the bottom of the stairs, you cross your arms over your chest as you glance down at your desk not really wanting to look at him as you answer because you know what you’re about to say is going to hurt his feelings and for some reason you don’t think you can handle seeing his face when that happens.

“From you and your-your just horrible attitude about this whole situation.” You let out a sigh as one of your hands falls to your tummy as you try to not get yourself too worked up over the memory of the last time you saw Harry. “I didn’t want you ruining anything else for me so I just needed some space and you-you agreed to it so I figured you were happy to have an excuse not to have to talk or deal with me for a bit.” You manage to get all of your thoughts out without tossing a single glance at Harry instead you rub a circle over your tummy a few times as you look down and stare at the paper on your desk, not ready to look at him as you feel his eyes practically burning a hole in the top of your head.

Harry feels his heart drop as you explain your real reasoning behind not wanting to talk to him until today and while he knows he hasn’t been the easiest person to be around during this whole experience so far he had no idea his attitude had made you feel like him talking and doing things with you was more of a chore for him, something he would gladly take a break from when offered. Hearing you tell him you didn’t want him ruining anything else hits him harder than he lets on, knowing the reason you said it is because he has already ruined an extremely special day for you to the point you’re not ready to forgive him or even hear his apology. Hearing you admit you didn’t want to risk him doing that again makes him feel like he’s been punched in the gut. But he just does his best to shake those feelings off, not allowing himself to sink into the thoughts of guilt and pool of self loathing when he has things he has to get done today.

Harry slowly nods his head as he takes in your words and when you finally look up from your desk and let your eyes glance over at him he gives you a one shoulder shrug and a closed lipped smile as he turns to start heading up the stairs. Now he knows that the words he’s about to say will cause the two of you to slip right back into your usual back and forth bantering ways and while that’s not exactly good he knows neither of you are ready nor have the time to have a real conversation about his past actions regarding this pregnancy, so for now this is the best the two of you can do. So as his foot hits the first step he tilts his head a little so he can see you and lets the words fall from his mouth.

“Well it was a nice break but I did miss our little chats that’s why I reached out but you stuck to your guns and that’s fine but now you’re the one who’s mad about the two day notice about meeting my mom.”

“God you really are such an asshole. Did you have to take classes to reach this level of assholery or is this just all natural?” Harry tosses a playful glare at you as you throw your usual insult at him as you place a hand on your hip while the other still rests on your tummy.

“Now Cranky must you use such language around the babies? You know they can hear everything.” The nickname rolls off his tongue a little too easily as does the mention of the twins and you feel your eyes narrow into a glare making his mouth form a smirk because in that moment he knows he’s gotten to you. “I’ll send you the information about lunch and if you want I’ll even have a driver come get you? But I have a meeting in fifteen minutes so I really have to go.” You just stand there and stare at one another for a moment before Harry continues his way up the stairs while you roll your eyes.

“Whatever. Bye Mr. Popular.” You ignore his small wave as you sit back down in your chair, you begin typing an email when you hear the familiar creak of the stairs letting you know Harry is near the top step. You smile to yourself as you decide to tease him once more before he leaves because after all, it’s what he deserves and maybe if you’re lucky you’ll even get to witness it.

“Be careful on those stairs. Don’t want you falling down and scraping a knee.” Harry stops mid-step as your words hit his ears and he turns his head slightly just to see you sitting there typing something on your computer not even bothering to look at him. He lets out a an annoyed huff as he continues up the stairs, all while you’re completely unaware that early yesterday morning while on a run Harry did in fact trip and has a minor scrape on his knee resulting in a bit of an annoying pain when it bends that makes him think of you every time he feels it.

After a few moments of silence you let out a huff and lean back in your chair and place both hands on your small bump as you look at the brown paper bag sitting at the side of your desk. You begin to picture Harry standing in line at the bakery down the street from your apartment and you can see it all so clearly, the wrinkle between his brow forming as his eyes are scanning the case of donuts before finally landing on the glazed and deciding on that one because it’s the safest option since he doesn’t know what’s causing you to get nauseous, he just knows you get nauseous. You want to roll your eyes at yourself for how a donut in a crumbled brown bag is making you think that maybe Harry isn’t all bad, obviously he isn’t all that great either but this donut and the way he took the time to find where you work is a clear sign that he’s at least trying. You let out a soft sigh as Harry’s words about how the twins can hear everything play in your head.

“So I guess you two should know something.” Your voice is soft as you look down at your hands on your bump. “Your dad is Harry Styles.” The words feel weighted as you say them out loud for the first time and you feel a bit silly when you find yourself sniffling as your eyes begin to get that familiar sting to them making you blink a few times to keep the tears from actually falling.

“And he has these big dumb green eyes. But he can also be kinda nice when he wants to be.” You say with a small smile as your eyes once again land on the brown bag on your desk. “So I know you two will like him because sometimes I do.”

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REWRITE: WHEN “IT” APPEARS

LUFFY x Y/N

original post

(cw: sex, lil bit of possessive luffy)

(a/n: i’m rewriting this over a year later! i wanted to rewrite the part one of this series that got deleted lmao rip)

words: 2.4k

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You’re below deck, folding strips of canvas that are used to mend the sails. You’re humming to yourself, enjoying your task in one of the ship’s storerooms. You hear sandals tap tap tap out in the hallway, and it’s not long before the door swings open. Luffy is standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the hallway’s amber light.

“What’s up, Lu?” You ask, smiling at your captain. You momentarily pause your movements, standing with the fabric held in both hands.

Luffy steps closer, and your smile falters. Luffy is breathing hard, his face a bright shade of pink. There’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his hands are balled into fists.

“Luffy! What’s wrong?” You stow the fabric on one of the storeroom’s shelves, and turn to your captain.

His voice is low and ragged as he speaks.

“I feel weird.”

Luffy grimaces, his hand clenching in the red fabric of his vest.

“What kind of weird?” You ask, stepping closer. He’s gazing at you fiercely, drinking up the sight of you from toe to tip.

“I dunno…,” he trails off, licking his lips. His brown eyes are blown dark. “Like…like something’s wrong…”

Your eyebrows furrow together, concerned for your captain. “Should we get Chopper?”

He shakes his head. “Don’t want Chopper. Want you.”

You blink.

“Me? Why?”

Luffy’s eyes linger over your face, his lips shiny from where he’s licked them. “Cuz thinking of you makes it worse.”

You pause.

What did he mean?

Luffy swallows, still staring at your face. His eyes trace your features, until they flick down to your lips. “So it must be your fault, for making me feel weird.”

You shake your head slowly. “What do you mean, captain? Did…did I do something wrong?” Your stomach flips at the thought of somehow hurting your precious Monkey D. Luffy. He’s a ball of light in your universe. Something you want to hold to your chest, to nestle in right beside your heartbeat.

How could you have hurt him?

“I-I’m sorr—“

Luffy’s lips crash into yours.

You squeak, frozen solid as his mouth presses into yours. It’s a close-lipped kiss, held against you with Luffy’s lips all pursed out. It’s something you’ve dreamed about, kissing him. But you’ve always been too scared to ask—to even think about asking. It’s not something you thought you’d ever get to experience.

But now he’s kissing you.

You melt into the kiss, hands coming up automatically to rest on his chest. Luffy parts his lips, face still pressing into yours. You let your lips slowly slide together. The captain is curious; you’re a nervous wreck. But you kiss him back all the same.

You pull back, but Luffy’s hand flies to the back of your head to hold you in place. A little whine even escapes his lips. Your mouth falls open, Luffy pokes inside with his tongue.

He explores you shamelessly, still holding your head in place. His other hands slithers up to wrap around your waist. He squeezes you, hard.

Luffy pops off you with a smack.

“That’s better!” He sighs, smiling slightly, his eyes still dark. “But I still feel weird.”

You’re reeling.

Luffy just kissed you. K-I-S-S-E-D you. And now he’s standing in front of you with a dark expression on his face. He reaches forward and kisses you again.

This time is shorter, and Luffy pulls back with a whine.

“Not enough.”

Luffy then goes to bear hug you. He presses you flat up against his chest, his chin hooked over your shoulder. His hands are on your back, pushing you closer against him.

“Luffy—!” You gasp out as he squeezes you. “Can’t—breathe!”

He lets out a pitiful whine, but he releases you. You step back away from him, although the cold air between you makes you ache for want of him.

“What’s going on, Luffy?” Your chest is heaving, your face hot and lips buzzing. He makes to move toward you again, but you hold your hands out to stop him, as much as it pains you. But you need an explanation.

He whines, but you hold firm.

“What is going on?”

Luffy’s eyes slide away, his lips pursing out. “I feel weird when I’m around you. I get all hot and my belly starts to burn and all I can do is think of you…,” he trails off, grimacing again. You swallow.

“Think of me what?” You press, nerves alight inside your ribcage.

“Think of you…doing things,” he mumbles. His hands twitch at his sides, before coming up to touch your waist again. “Nice things…”

Your face is on fire, now.

“L-like what?” You’re hesitant to ask, but Luffy’s hands are hot on your sides as he curls his fingers into the fabric of your shirt. He stills, searching your eyes. His lids lower, and he leans forward to kiss you again. This time, you let him.

A soft, chaste press of his lips against yours. He pulls back, his forehead touching yours. You’re overwhelmed by his scent—all musky and cinnamon-y.

“Like that.”

He pulls back, staring at you intently. His eyebrows furrow. “Do you—think of me? Like that?” For the first time, Luffy isn’t sure of himself. He’s got his heart in his hands, and he’s asking if you want him, too.

You’re nodding, ferociously.

“Yes, yes, Luffy,” you whisper, hands curling onto his chest. He leans in again, this time smiling as he brings your lips together.

“I also think of other things,” he murmurs against your lips. “Nice things.”

His hands trail up your waist, until they’re resting at your ribcage. His thumbs stroke over the place beneath your breasts. “Like this,” he murmurs, before coming up to cup your tits in both hands. He squeezes, gently.

“Luffy!” You squeak, surprised at his boldness.

“I think about this a lot,” he muses, staring down at your chest. He swipes his thumbs over your nipples, rolling them in circles. “Like, a lot a lot.”

He snickers a little, smiling pleased as he watches his own hands grope your chest. “Do you like that too?” He flicks his eyes back up to yours, a honey dust of blush creeping back to his cheeks.

You nod.

Luffy grins, manic, and redoubles his efforts of feeling you up. His thumbs keep circling your nipples as he massages your breasts. “Mmm…,” he moans, his tongue sticking out between his lips.

You’re standing in the storeroom, face hot and legs jelly as Luffy manhandles you.

“Luffy…,” you mumble, voice scratchy. Luffy just crashes his lips to yours again, his hands squeezing harder.

You squeak out a protest—“Luffy, that hurt!”—as you gasp and pull away. Luffy hums, but slows his movements on your chest.

“Sorry, y/n,” he snickers a little. But he smooths his motions, now petting at your tits with delicate hands. Delicate is not usually the word you’d use to describe him, but his calloused hands are soft and sweet as he gently paws at your breasts.

“I think of other things, too,” he says, staring down at his hands on your chest, “Do you think of things, too?”

“I—,” your eyes slide away, biting your lip as you consider his question. Of course you do, you have ever since you met the reckless pirate. How many nights have you fallen asleep to the thought of him beside you? You swallow, and nod. “Yes.”

Luffy grins.

“Show me,” he commands, crowding into your space, his hands at your waist now, “Show me all the things you think about,” his tone is hungry as he backs you up against the wall. His thigh slots between your legs, forcing them open. You gasp—the pleasure from the fiction immense and overwhelming. You want more.

“More, Luffy,” is all you can manage out before he’s kissing you again.

“Want me to touch you?” He asks, his voice a low growl as he presses his thigh up against your core. “Want me to touch you, right here?”

You’re nodding, arms thrown around his neck. You bury your face in his hair, mumbling out a desperate, “Yes, Luffy!”

Luffy giggles, and replaces his thigh with an eager hand. He pets at the place between your legs, exploring with his fingertips. He goes to cup your clothed core, pressing the heel of his palm against your clit.

“Like that?” He asks.

You nod, eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of your captain’s fingers between your legs.

Luffy works you over slowly, studying your face and sounds you make with a dark focus. You’ve only ever seen him pay this much attention to food.

“More,” Luffy begs, knocking his head into your shoulder. “Touch me too?” His breath is heavy, and his face is definitely bright pink now.

Tentatively, you place your hand on the place between Luffy’s legs. You feel him, hard and thick, beneath his shorts. You rub the denim slowly.

“Like that?” You ask quietly.

Luffy nods, urging you on faster with a hand placed over yours. “Touch me harder,” he commands, and you have the sudden boldness to unbutton his shorts. Slowly, you slide your hand beneath them to grasp his shaft. You pump it once, twice, before Luffy is hissing between his teeth.

“Fuuuuckkkk,” he groans, head tilting back. You speed up your movements, a rush of butterflies going through you.

You stroke Luffy’s cock, thumb brushing over his tip. “Luffy…,” you murmur, and he leans forward to kiss you again.

“Don’t wanna do this with anyone else,” he pants, his breath hot against your lips, “You’re not allowed to do this with anyone either,” he commands, and heat rushes through your core. “Just me.”

You swallow, the commitment and meaning not lost on you. “Are you sure, Luffy?”

His hand circles your wrist, guiding you up and down his length. “M’sure. No one else gets to touch you like this.”

The heat and fervor behind his words stoke the fire between your legs. “Need you, Luffy,” you mumble, squeezing your thighs together.

Luffy scoops you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He presses his hips up against yours, his cock rubbing your clothed pussy. “Need me like that?” He asks, experimenting with a few thrusts as he grinds against you. You nod eagerly, grinding right back.

Luffy sets you down long enough to pull your shirt off over your head, and unbutton your own shorts. You shimmy them down your legs, and Luffy steps aside to undress, too.

You meet back together, now fully bare for each other. Luffy’s hand goes to your pussy, his fingertips swiping through the petal-like folds.

You let out a loud moan, surprised at the feeling of electricity beneath his fingertips. “Luffy…,” you whimper, “No one’s touched me here, before…” All these sensations are new to you.

“Me neither,” he grins, happy to be your first, and you to be his. “Want you all to myself, kitten.”

You squeak at the nickname, but nod. You trail your hand over Luffy’s muscular chest, marveling at his strength. You squeeze at his biceps, before Luffy picks you up with your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Want you,” he whispers against your lips. You wind your arms around his neck, and nod.

Luffy thrusts gently against your entrance, until his tip pokes in and he can slide the rest of the way inside you. You moan at the stretch, the foreign feeling of being filled.

“Luffy…,” you moan, eyes squeezed shut. Luffy is panting, his chest heaving as you both get used to the new, overwhelming feeling.

Slowly, he starts to move.

The feeling of being filled is all consuming. Your pussy is clenching in and out, fluttering with pleasure as Luffy massages your walls. Luffy is big, and thick, and even the smallest movements elicits whines from your throat.

“This is…my first time,” Luffy pants, sweat shining on his brow. His cheeks are blushed, and his chest is starting to blush, too. You run your hands over his shoulders. “Is it—ah—is it good?”

You moan, scratching the hairs at the base of his neck. “So good, Luffy, ah!” Your voice is needy and high-pitched, a timbre you’ve never heard from yourself before. Luffy’s voice is raspy, too, as he pants out little praises that sound like honey to your ears.

“Feels—hah,” he lets his eyes slip closed, “Feels good for me too, ah, kitten,” his head falls back a bit.

Luffy increases his pace, the sound of his hips slapping up against your ass filling the small storeroom. Your legs shake from where they’re wrapped around his waist.

Something starts to coil in your abdomen, something intense and rising as your pussy flutters around his cock. His head is hitting that sweet spot inside you, and all of a sudden stars start spinning in your head as you come undone.

“Luffy!” You cry out his name as you shake on his cock, cumming around him with a whimper.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he rasps, eyes heavy-lidded as he watches you orgasm. Luffy speeds up, laughing a little as he does. “Feels so good, sweetheart~”

You whine as you come down, Luffy’s cock still bullying your insides. He thrusts up into you once, twice before he buries himself as deep as he can. You feel something hot pour out inside you, and you gasp at the sensation. You feel filled.

“Fuck…,” Luffy curses as he slowly lets you back down to the ground. Your legs wobble, and you reach out to hold onto his shoulders. He snickers as he catches you. “Was that good, y/n?”

“So good,” you say breathlessly, laughing a little as he steadies you. “Can we do that again soon?”

Luffy laughs, before picking you up to spin in a circle. “We can do that as many times as you want!” You giggle as Luffy sets you back down onto the ground. His expression darkens as he stares at you. “But only with me, remember? Cuz you’re mine, now.”

Your cheeks heat, a thrill rushing through you at his words. Luffy leans forward until his forehead is touching yours. “Say it,” he breathes.

“I’m yours.”

Luffy grins, satisfied, and steps away to start getting dressed again.

[trendywaifus]

gif credit. @ 121231212i

i know she cries while getting her dick sucked. cw: transfem! caterina, oral sex, cursing, mild face fucking, she cries towards the end, reader lowkey the throat goat, gn! reader

your tongue licks the prominent vein up along caterina’s shaft before teasing the swollen cockhead with kitty licks. fingers tangled in your hair, she hastily tugs at it, urging you to stop teasing her and suck her off. “ hurry it up already. .” the redhead impatiently groans, her half–lidded honey brown eyes glaring down at you. smirking, you kissed the head, in response, it twitches back.

“ you’re really in that much of a hurry to cry like a baby, ‘rina? i’m not complaining, you’re even more pretty when you cry. “ you remark slyly, sending her a roguish grin. flustered, her cheeks turns into a dark red that matches the color of her hair as she spats, “ quit your yapping and suck my—nngh! “

caterina’s hips instinctively buckles to the sudden welcome of her cock slipping inside your hot mouth. you slowly sink your head down while pressing your tongue flat against her. she bites her lip, feeling almost helpless as her tip deliciously graze the back of your throat. caterina hates feeling helpless but that mouth of yours already has her at your mercy. all she could do was hold on to your head while you happily pleased her.

each time you worked your way up caterina’s length, your tongue swirled against her drooling mushroom tip, mixing her pre-cum with your saliva. you’d focus your attention on sucking the head before going back down. she tilts her back, taking in a sharp breath of air between her teeth. “ d-damn, if you keep suckin’ me off like that, i–i might. .” she lets out a strained moan as your lips hit her abdomen, fully taking her inside your tight throat.

tears prick caterina’s eyes at the overwhelmingly tight sensation of your throat clamping around her. “ f-fuckin’ tight. .! “ she nearly whines, now moving her hips to sloppily fuck your throat. her stomach visibly tenses when your tongue brush up against a sweet spot. “ fuck mee, m’ gonna cum! “ she throws her head back, tears spilling down her cheeks as ecstasy washes over her body. caterina grips your hair tighter, causing you to wince and thrusts into your mouth one last time before her hips stutters.

hot loads of cum shoots down your throat. “ st-stay still and take it all, d-don’t you dare move. .” she whimpers, horribly failing to make it sound like a demand. if her cock wasn’t stuffed in your mouth, you would of outright laughed.

[the-kr8tor]

I'm doing it! I'm writing a request! :D

(Ik you're suuuuppperrr busy I'm so sorry you can take as long as you want I'm in no rush you're so sweeet and literally a lifesaver cause every time I read your posts, I get infused with the energy of 2 million Suns)

So I was thinking about a oneshot where r is waiting for Hobie to come backstage after one of his performances and this know it all groupie type guy is like, really giving her a hard time and he won't listen to anything she says he just sucks or wtv. Then Hobie comes out like, total golden retriever all giddy and happy to see r and the other guy is just baffled. Dunno it's kinda silly and based off of a post I saw a while back presenting the idea of it.

Thank you for requesting! Sorry for the wait, I hope you still like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, FLUFF

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As the band closes their last song, the crowd cheers and hollers at them. Hobie, all pumped up and sweaty, bows to the audience. The colourful stage light illuminates his features well, lighting up all of his perfection; from how sweat clings to his cheeks, sliding down to his chiseled clavicle. His piercings shine brightly under the warm light, the cherry red guitar in his ringed hand acts as a beacon to the rowdy crowd. Yuri goads them on, arms riling up the crowd for an encore. Turning the clapping and screaming to thunderous applause and screeches.

You're situated along the side of the stage, and on the other side of the bannister where the crowd is currently starting the largest mosh pit you've ever seen. You crane your neck up to the stage, unintentionally meeting with Hobie's hazel eyes that were already turned towards you.

He confidently winks in your direction, a few people behind you screeches like a wild banshee. They don't know the wink was for you and for you only. You wink back, more bashful than the one he threw at you. It's your little signal, a signal that you and Hobie made when he's about to finish his set so you could wait for him backstage where he always runs towards you with his arms wide, grinning triumphantly and embracing you until you're breathless. You're familiar with his affectionate winks, but that doesn't mean you're used to them. He always catches you off guard with them, loving the way your eyes widen with your hand flying to your chest as if he just jumpscared you. Truthfully, you wouldn't have it any other way.

“Fine,” Hobie reluctantly cuts off your little staring contest with the silent promise of being by your side the moment the band finishes this one song. His lips press on the mic, eyes roaming around the packed stadium. “you lot better be fuckin' ready.” An immediate wave of whistles and yells echo around.

With his guitar riff starting back again, lights turning red and acting as the band's spotlight, you walk towards the event bouncers. Once they see your v.i.p ID they let you through the doors and into backstage.

Passing by the snack table placed by the event organizers, you stumble back to it. You then take an armful of water bottles for the entire band, and then you take a single black and white cookie just for Yuri and her sweet tooth.

Arms full, you wait by the side with the perfect view of the band playing with their whole heart. Hobie jumps on an amplifier and backflips off it. Your heart almost fell into your stomach when you thought he couldn't land on his feet. But of course he did, Hobie practically backflips off the bed every morning (not really he’s a grumpy riser) so it's only natural that he lands on his feet like an experienced gymnast.

Yuri and the others jam together in harmony, Ned belts out while James looks like he wants to crowd surf from the look in his eye. You hope he doesn't, not after what happened last time.

“Cool t-shirt.” A voice suddenly says next to you.

“Thanks.” You glance at the tall stranger while you adjust your hold on the water bottles and cookie.

“It's vintage isn't it? I know from the crude design.” You furrow your brows at the comment, especially that you and the entire band stayed up late to finish an entire sack full of the handmade shirts. “It's from their first album, right?” The man raises a brow, like he's questioning your knowledge.

You flick your eyes down to his own shirt, it's a recent one, definitely better than what you have on but it doesn't share the same amount of sentimentality. “Yeah, I know, I was there.”

“Right.” He scoffs, you take a step away from him, turning your attention back to Hobie, who's still not done with the last song. “Of course you were there.” Your jaw tightens, annoyed at best but you're not willing to leave backstage just because of him. “If you were there, you'd know that the shirt was technically designed for their second album. Not the first.”

You turn your head sharply, “you're right, it was.” Smiling, your eyes tell otherwise. “But it was made for the first album because the band couldn't be arsed to make another design for the second one so the second release of the shirts were in a bigger quantity. Hence the misunderstanding that it was for the second album instead.” You finish off your sentence with a smirk.

“Yeah, sure, lady.” He scoffs, unconvinced. “You probably can't name a single song from that album.” He makes another annoying entitled scoff “As if you were actually there—”

“There's our girl!” Yuri appears behind you while you basically throw daggers at the man with your stare. She clasps your shoulder, nudging you happily. “Ooh, cookie! Thanks, babe!” Yanking the snack from your hand, pecking your cheek, she spares the fan a glance then quickly makes her way to the green room to rest before the meet and greet.

“Where's our cookie?” James pouts, feigning a frown.

“I've got some water for you, Jamesy.” You almost forget about the fan gawking and aweing next to you.

“It's not the same though!” And yet, James still takes the bottle from your hand, patting your shoulder as thanks.

Ned clicks his tongue and shakes his head, following James, he takes his share, walking backwards and still teasing you with a disapproving face. “The sheer favoritism!” To add to his so-called discontent, he slams the doors of the greenroom. You're sure that you even heard a muffled, “give me that fucking cookie!” from him.

Before you come looking for your favourite guitarist, Hobie appears from behind you, arms snaking along your middle to wrap you in his anticipated hug. “How's our number one fan?” You lean back, smiling up at him, not minding how his sweat now sticks to your back. You meet with his eyes as he pecks your temple with a resounding smack of his lips. You can see the adrenaline waning off him in waves as he carefully puts more of his weight on you without making you fall from the increased weight. You find yourself giggling more and more, already forgetting about the intrusion.

“I'm good. Hi.” He expects that reply from you, not from the man across from you. “I'm your biggest fan, Hobie!” Holding up a trembling hand to shake Hobie's hand, you seethe in place.

“Thanks, mate.” Hobie, being polite, shakes his hand. “But if you were the biggest fan, you'd know that this shirt…” he pats your stomach, hand lingering there. “was lovingly made by my girl for the first album.”

He's had his fair share of people like him, he takes their words in stride, but the moment someone does it to you, he'll be sure to fight back. He's convinced that if you weren't interrupted you'd be wiping the floor with the rude fan’s face by proving him wrong. Or literally wiping his face down on the ground if need be.

You grin wider as you see colour drain from the fan's face. “I ordered shawarma for everyone.” You provide the biggest slap to the rude fan by ignoring him. “I hid the biggest portion for you.”

Hobie chuckles into your shoulder before taking your hand and leading you away without another word to the strange fan. “And everyone says Yuri's your favourite.”

[xx-craftycreep-xx]

Hey 🃏anon! So damn sorry for not replying to your request earlier! I had read it...but forgot to post! And now tumblr ate it! BUTT like I said I read it..so here ya go!

Ticci Toby x Virgin!Inexperienced! Reader

Warning: Smut (duh), mention of blood,murder and violence, spitting kink, oral(f receiving),MDNI

You and Toby had been close for a while now.

You had become friends with him a few years ago. You had decided to steal from a shop,but you got caught. What you had decided to steal were some pills for one of your friends. But they were quite expensive,to the point your friend couldn't afford them. Then why did you decide to STEAL them rather than buy them? Because back then you were a dumb teen. Simple.

Unbeknownst to you,another teen wanted the same pills,but,unlike you who had money for them..He didn't. So when you were caught, the Same teen had murdered the manager in front of you,had caught your hands and had ran away with the pills. When you reached your friend and told them about it..they didnt believe you.

After reaching home,you had a shower thinking you could forget everything,but..you didnt. You couldn't. You got into bed,trying to sleep. Yet,to no avail.

It was now midnight. .yet no sleep. You finally got up, frustrated. You look at your window..you saw some thing. ..it was a bottle. You squinted your eyes and then realized something....it was the same bottle...of. .the pills.

"I stole em' for ya." You jumped as you heard a raspy ish voice. You looked back and gasped as you realized the person who sat on your bed was the same boy who had caused the murder.

Your eyes welled up with tears. "Please..dont kill me -" "Nah, i-it would b-b-be dumb to k-kill s-someone I h-helped...w-won't it?" He interrupted. You now looked at him more clearly,your eyes finally adjusted to the dark of the night. He had dark,dark brown hair. Pale skin. His eyes were covered with yellowish- orange goggles. His mouth covered with some type of grey-black mask. Before you could observe further,you felt your head get dizzy. You looked at him. He chuckled. "Loved y-your t-tea d-didnt y-you?" Your eyes widened a little as realization hit you...but it was too late. Your vision had faded to black.

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You still wondered how you had become friends in the first place. You chuckled as you remembered how he had shyly explained the next day on how he had wanted to thank You but didnt know how to as he hadn't interacted with someone for such a long time. You knew it was dumb forgiving him. But you never found yourself regretting it! He indeed was a man that killed,rather numb and sadistic at times. But those times were as rare as the blue moon. Most of the time he would be the sweetest,yes, a little possessive,but with the way his past had turned out,you knew he had right to be.

Now,you sat on your couch,trying to find the story that you were reading interesting,but you didnt. Not when Toby's head was nuzzled in your lap! Nuh-uh,your mind didnt allow! Oh! How come you forgot a main detail! You and Toby had been dating for 4 months now. You smiled looking at your boyfriend. "So cute. " you thought. But then,looking at him slowly shifting his head a little higher than your thighs,closer to you core,you had a thought cross your mind. You and him,hadn't been intimate. No sex. Just some makeouts here and there. But never anything sexual. You wanted him. Your face flushed when you remembered the days when he was away..how you would finger yourself thinking of him. How bad you wanted him. His touches. His tongue. His di-

"Y/N"

"HUH?!" You were snapped out of your thoughts. "I wanna t-tell you s-something. "" Yea...g-go ahead."

"W-why a-are you st-stuttering?" He cocked a brow. "Nothing baby." You finally managed to Stop stuttering. "I..." He trailed off. "I-...I wanna..I w-wanna f-..fuck you." He finally said. You looked at him. Eyes wide. Had he read your mind?

"He-hey if y-you d-dont wanna..then i-it s Al- alright." " N-no Toby. .I want to." You said. "But.." You continued. "Im not experienced..I'm a virgin-"

"It-its alright. S-same here." He warmly smiled. You smiled back. But then the smile faltered as he slowly got up,eyes once filled with live were now filled with some other emotion. ..lust? Yes,lust. Deep lust. He starting unbuttoning you shirt as you just sat there,unsure on what to do. Once the last button was unbuttoned,you took your shirt off.. He started taking off your pants as you took off his hoodie.

You were now just in your bra and panties,him in his boxers. You looked at the floor,flustered. You could feel him,eyeing you up and down hungrily. You felt his hands on your shoulders,slowly making you lay on the couch. He was now on top of you,face without goggles and mask. He inched his hands forward,stopping as he held your bra straps. "M-may I?"." Yes" He took it off. You quickly covered yourself,embarrassed. "N-no no! Don't c-cover yourself..please." He slowly touched your hands and took them off of you. He looked at your breasts for a moment,then got to work.

He took on breast in hand,kissing all over It as you gasped. He started suckling on your nipple,giving the same treatment To the other. He slowly went to your lower half,leaving a trail of kisses as you shivered at his touch. Finally,he got to your panties.He looked up at you,asking a question through his eyes. "I have never felt it before" you said. "It's al-alright" he took your panties off. He practically drooled. "Such a c-cute p-pussy" He kissed your inner thighs,later on biting and suckling at them. You let out soft moans. "Tobyyy" you groaned. You wanted to feel him inside you,you were nervous,yes,but still.

He started to lick your slit,up and down, slowly, teasingly. You moaned loudly as he finally entered his tongue in you. He kept on tongue fucking you. You felt a knot in your stomach. "Toby!Im gon-gonna-" before you could say it you had already released it all on his face. He looked up at you licking the juices off his face. "So-so f-fucking t-tasty..w-we could d-do this everyday." You blushed at this. He got up,taking off his boxers

Your eyes widened as you saw that he was definitely above average. He spat on your clit, fingers rubbing up and down to lubricate you,this action eliciting moans out of you. He did the same with his dick. He positioned himself at your entrance. You looked at you. "R-ready??" You could feel the anxiety come over you. "Y-yeah..please..be gentle" you stuttered out. He nodded. Slowly he entered the tip. Then his entire self. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head. The pain was indescribable. You looked back at him. He waited for a good 1-2min. Then he started thrusting. Your vision was blurry as tears fell out of your eyes. Slowly, the pain converted into pleasure.

"Y-you're so f-fucking t-tight" He groaned as his head jerked back. Loud moans escaped your mouth as he speeds up,groaning himself.

You felt the familiar feeling in your stomach. "Toby! Im close!" "Me-me too" You felt the tension release, your vision going blank. A wave of pleasure had washed over you. Toby was still thrusting into you. Finally, he came. His dick coating your walls white. He collapsed next to you,chest heaving.

"Th-that w-was f-fucking g-g-good" he said.

"...."

"Y/N?"

He looked at you And smiled when he realized. You had dozed off. 'My pretty princess." He thought. "Just MINE"

[hellsbellssinclub]

Help a girl make a new rare pair hell.

I am on my bullshit again and having fun writing new fics. I accept challenges, prompts and random rants so hit me up!

I have already written a Monet x Dick fic if you are interested in that pairing and wanna read more! Check out my Ao3 it is under the same username (also you should be able to find the link on my blog too!)

[crochetedblorbos]

"I am not now, nor have I ever been, adorable."

Character Name: Jonathan Sims, a/k/a The Archivist, a/k/a The Ceaseless Watcher’s Special Little Boy, a/k/a Snoop God’s Favorite Kid

Fandom: The Magnus Archives [Podcast]

Voiced/Written By: Jonathan Sims

Yarn Used: Shoes: CraftSmart Value - Dark Almond Trousers: CraftSmart Value - Taupe Cardigan: CraftSmart Value - Olive Shirt: CraftSmart Value - White Skin: CraftSmart Value - Coffee Hair: CraftSmart Value - Dark Chocolate, CraftSmart value - Grey Glasses: Ashland Decorative Wire - Black, 12 gauge

Basic pattern here.

Look. How can you NOT love this pathetic wet cat of a man. (And like most cats, he is also a bastard at times.) He really went through the wringer over the course of the podcast, both physically and emotionally. Thank God he had Martin there for him.

Jon differs from the base pattern as follows:

Shoes: I actually remembered to do the soles in a different color this time! Other than the color, they were done the same way as Joseph’s.

Trousers: I accidentally shortened them. I did not mean to shorten them, but frankly, I miscounted on the first leg and only realized it halfway up the second, so I stopped them at R27 instead of R29, so he’s just a tad bit shorter than normal. (Which is fine, and fits my headcanon for Jon.) I also…well, I’ve finally thrown my lot in on the Great Archival Ass Debate on the side of the Assless, so in R32 (what would normally be R34, but again, everything is two rows lower than normal), I put the decrease in the very back, rather than on either side of R41 as usual. Other than that, they’re the same as Joseph’s.

Cardigan and Shirt: I more or less used the same technique I used for Hux, except that I started a round lower (I think) to make the V deeper. I switched fully to the white for R50 (R52 in the base pattern), then did three stitches on either side of the center stitch of R51 in back loops only to give myself something to hook onto. I then went back later and stitched a collar by making a simple triangle in the front loops of those stitches. I also skipped what would have been R54 in the base pattern and, when I switched to the skin color, I went straight for the decrease to 12 sc around. I was hoping this would make his head less floppy.

Head: I used the loop method again. It’s just easier at this point, especially since Jon canonically has enough grey in his hair that he looks older than thirty. I gave him long hair and left it loose, but at least I got it the right length this time (sorry again, Hux). I was going to give him ears, but honestly, I made his glasses small enough that I didn’t need to. I didn't necessarily plan on giving him buck teeth, but I was in the middle of a D&D session while I was working on his face and white yarn was the only thing I had to hand, so rather than run back to my room for black or dark brown I just went with it.

Arms: When you’re crocheting a character who canonically has a very nasty burn scar on one hand, you have three choices. You can ignore it, you can attempt to replicate it in variegated yarn, or you can crochet a hand and set it on fire. And, well...

...I have a lighter and very poor impulse control. [Side note: I mentioned this to an IRL friend who also listens to TMA, and they said brightly, “Just like the Archivist!] (For the record, burning acrylic yarn doesn’t actually smell as terrible as you might think.) I also decided to cut out the final increase in his hands to make them long and thin. This also means I didn’t decrease for his wrists, which was fine, because I gave him shirt cuffs folded over the end of his cardigan as follows: R9: Join shirt yarn, ch 2, dc in outside loop of each st around, sl st in first dc (10 dc). R10: Ch 1, sc in outside loop of each st around, sl st in first sc (10 sc). R11: Join cardigan yarn, ch 2, hdc in back loop of each stitch in R9 around, sl st in first hdc (10 hdc). Continue rest of arm as normal.

Glasses: These definitely did not turn out like I expected, but eh, they work. I bent the wire into square spectacles and stuck them on. As mentioned, I did them tight enough (accidentally) that I didn’t even need the ears.

Bonus: I deliberately did Jon’s hands so he can hold hands with Martin, or tried to anyway. I realized only after he was complete that I matched the magnet in Jon’s right hand to the one in Martin’s right hand, and there’s not really room to turn them around. I might try pulling Martin’s arms off later and switching them around, but for now…well, at least they can hold hands the other way around.

[raatart]

a complete boycott list in alphabetical order

a complete list of companies / brands / franchises to boycott in support of palestine that i have been working on putting together for a while now.

remember to support your local businesses

stand with palestine against genocide

(Food & Beverages)

A

Activia

Acqua Panna

Akmina

Absolute Vodka

Algida

A&W

Aquafina

Alpro

Actimel

B

Burger King

Baskin Robbins

Ben & Jerry's

Bugles

Betty Crocker

Badoit

Becel

C

Coca Cola

Costa Coffee

Cadbury

Cheerios

Cheetos

Campbells

Calve

Cappy

Chiquita

D

Dominos

Dasani

Dunkin' Donuts

Doritos

Dr Pepper

Danone

Dolcela

Damla

Dogadan

E

Evian

Eden

F

Fanta

Frito-lay

Fruit by the Foot Roll Ups

Falim

Fresca

G

Gatorade

Greggs

H

Hardees

Haagen Dazs

Heinz Ketchup

Hershey's

Hard Rock Cafe

Heinz

I

Innocent

Israeli Fruits & Vegetables

J

Jacob's

Jaffa

K

KitKat

KFC

Kbueno

Kraft Mac & Cheese

Kellogg's

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[burtonandtaylor]

Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor, Lunt-Fontanne Theatre, 1964. 🎭

Elizabeth Taylor made her stage debut alongside Richard Burton in “World Enough and Time.” The purpose of the poetry reading event was to raise funds for the American Musical and Dramatic Academy of New York.

Richard read three works: Andrew Marvell’s “To His Coy Mistress,” D. H. Lawrence’s “The Snake,” and William Shakespeare’s “St. Crispin’s Day Speech.”

Elizabeth read four: Thomas Hardy’s “The Ruined Maid,” William Butler Yeats’ “Three Bushes,” “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning and “My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His” by Philip Sidney.

They had fun with the audience, selecting poems that poked fun at their public image at the time.

The evening was a great success; in addition to raising the necessary funds for the academy, the audience gave the Burtons a standing ovation.

Elizabeth and Richard’s friends, including Montgomery Clift, Lauren Bacall, Carol Channing, Dina Merrill, and Hume Cronyn, attended the event in support.

“I’m not terribly proud of much that I’ve done as an actress, but I was proud of myself at that poetry reading. It was something I never thought I could do. I didn’t think I had the courage to face a live audience for the first time. I knew that eighty-five percent of them had come there and spent a great deal of money to see me fall flat on my face. Richard couldn’t really face practicing with me till the night before, because I think he thought I would not be able to make it.” - Elizabeth Taylor

[diejager]

I dont know if you write about it and it’s fine if you dont but I just wanna share my thoughts, if it’s alright with you. 🙂

Know what would make the siblings with Ghost fic? Inc*st. You’ve already laid the groundwork for it, tbh.

Being together most of the time in public and in private settings, men not being able to approach Doc due to Ghost intimidating them, the physical intimacy that is present and constant, and both being closed off to anyone else but to each other. It’s all there, just a bit more darkness and…tada!

I wont say anything anymore as I do not wish to offend you if this is not your cup of tea. But if it is, then I will look forward to your great work, as usual. Thank you and have a good day. 🥰

You, anon, are so blasphemously brilliant. Inc*st isn’t something I’ve done, and isn’t good per se irl, but this is fictional works. So, yeah, here ya go :D And like I said, I’m pretty loose with what I’m willing to write. PS. I am SO going to hell for this-

Pairing : big brother Simon “Ghost” Riley x lil sister reader

Cw: DARK, INC*ST, smut, yandere, DUB-CON, fingering, self-hate, tell me if I missed anything. Wc: 1.4k

NOTE: You've been warned about the content, if you don't like Inc*st, don't read it. Just don't report it, cuz that would be annoying.

YOUR CONSUMPTION OF MEDIA IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY AND YOURS ALONE.

He knew it was wrong, the sheer sinful shame of his acts towards you made him a monster, a vile creature, one worse than the abusive father you shared. His intentions, his thoughts, his needs, they were so wrong, too wrong that he had to choke down the disgust that riled in his guts. 

I’m disgusting, he repeated those words a dozen times, a hundred times, a million times, how many times he needed to get them to stop himself. I’m so fuckin’ disgusting.

Being able to look at himself in the mirror made the sinking feeling worse, he could see the face of the monster he was, not the one who wore a mask or hid behind a moniker; the face he glared at was Simon, the face that shared similarities to yours: the blond hair and the brown eyes. He had red-rimmed eyes, unlike your softer ones, full of life and power. He’d felt the need to break the mirror, shattering it into small pieces and watching his face crumble into fragments and blood, but it would make you worry so much. The blood in the bathroom tiles, wall and sink, his bloodied and roughly wrapped hand and the missing and broken glass would give him away; albeit a shattered mirror was enough for you to rush to him in a flurry of worried words and hushed comfort. 

He felt so fucking disgusting, you cared so much about him, so much care and dedication you devoted to him and him alone since you’ve been young. The words you’d whisper in his ears at night when his regrets crawled out, burdening his mind with bloody and visceral images that terrorised him. You were his solid link, the anchor that held him firmly alive and sane, able enough to keep going. 

You were his lifeline as he was yours, you clutched onto him for love and comfort while he latched on you for the same, but he had needs, dark ideas and images he made with you. His sacrilegious dreams and thoughts violated his image of you, the sweet girl he protected from your abusive father that would beat you and him. 

Stop, this is disgusting, he kept reminding himself, screaming the words to himself in the bathroom, the shower head pouring scalding water upon his request as punishment. Stop it. Stop it, Simon, he screamed, but it never helped, the burning water, the frozen winter, or the pain from wounds, they all numbed until he seaked you out. Then, he couldn’t stop himself, his hands and mouth were so hungry.

You were always with him, and he was always with you; you were stuck by the hip. He came to you by habit, by instinct, by heart. You were his comfort and the only thing that mattered. That's why he was doing this, his need for a physical relationship, the carnal hunger he had, the darkness he wanted to share, all for you. The more selfish side of himself told him that he deserved it and that he was doing this for you. For you, anything.

“Si, are you sure?” you mumbled, breathing in the sweat and cologne on his throat, the thick muscle of his neck bulging when he gulped down harshly. “Si, I’m- I-“

“You trust me, don’t you, love?” he asked, wording his words in a way that would make you less hesitant, and question his intentions less whenever he called you love. It was the nickname everyone at home called you, the youngest of the family, the baby. “Do you?”

“‘Course I do, Si. Of course, I do,” you had a quirk of repeating your words when you got stressed, became so nervous that you’d stutter. It only happend with him or the team, feeling comfortable enough to let them in, to let down the wall you built around you and him enough so that they could see the real you. Task Force 141 truly became a new family, to him and to you.

He shushed your nerves, hands trailing down your backed back to your hips, thumb rubbing circles on your warm skin. You straddled him, he told you that it would make him feel better, it would help him relax and take the edge off. One hand went back to cradle the back of your neck and pushed your closer to him, his head laying on top of yours. His other went further down your back, cupping the fat of your ass, kneading with the softness. His blunt nails dug into your ass, index finding the tight rim of your anal hole. 

You whined and clutched the back of his shirt tightly when he went lower, fore and middle finger bumping into your shaved lips, sliding to your slit and rubbing your clit. You opened your mouth to ask him once more, still hesitant to Simon’s idea, but a moan left instead. His hand rounded your thigh to deftly circle your button between his clothed torso and your sheer nakedness. You wanted to hide, feeling his rough, calloused pads writing eights on your sensitive nerve.

You fidgeted, writhing quietly over him, hip bucking forward and mewling when his forefinger would dip slightly into your cunt, tip sliding in before he pulled back to tease you. Although his intentions were to tease you, pleasure you, you felt the nagging discomfort of sharing this with Simon, he was your brother, the eldest of your family and the only one who you could seek comfort with. It never felt the same when you went to the other men, Simon never liked it either. 

This wasn’t what siblings usually did, or should at all, but how could you deny him, tell your only family no. The burden of pulling back from him in his time of need would hurt more than the discomfort you felt at the moment, the buzzing in your mind and the tingling pleasure he was giving you. This was anything but normal, but for him, for Simon, you’d see it through. 

“Si-!” you jerked back when he slipped a finger in, voice breaking when you cried out, huffing loudly onto the skin of his neck, where he kept you. “Wait-“ your nails sunk into the meat of his back, tapping him, telling him to slow down or wait a bit. 

“I got ya, love,” Simon whispered calmly, adding another finger to pump in and out of your soaked cunt, your body reacted naturally to stimulus even if you’d cried no or stop, please, the body and mind were separate things. “I know, (Name), let me help ya.”

Help wasn’t what you’d qualify this as; although your body reacted to him, any body would do the same if they were on the receiving end. You wanted out, you wanted him to stop, but you also knew no one would love you the way Simon did, or the way Ghost did. He was your haven, your safe space that no one else could become, you already had him, why would you need anyone else. 

“That’s right. Ya got me, so ya don’t need anyone else, right?” 

You couldn’t reply, lost in the drowning sensation of being so full and stimulated by Simon, his big fingers dragging over the spot that made your mind numb and curling just right to make you see stars. Your body shook, crying out his name as pleasure washed over you, walls clamping on his digits, your hips bucked as you rode his hand. 

This is wrong, this is so wrong, Si, you wished you could tell him, but the orgasm made all thought disappear. When was the last time you fucked someone, or dated? You couldn’t remember having anyone significant other than family in your life. Sure, you’ve laid with some soldiers and boys when you were younger, more spry than your current age, but those were long ago and none were as big as Simon was. Men were rarely his size and height, he was a rivalling force in the military and in life. 

He was loving and tender, slowly pushing you over the edge a second and third time before he felt the need to stop, too ashamed of himself to relieve the unbarring and painful sensation of his hard cock straining against the tightness of his brief and pants. You were his priority, your pleasure being the sole purpose of this moment: locked in your shared room, walls reinforced to be sound-proof from the inside and being at the mercy of his skilled fingers. 

He gazed at you, eyes squinting at the fiery blush on your cheeks, warm and sweaty, your eyes dazed and teary from him, tired even, and your breath and heart rapid, loud and gasping. Your eyes met his and you smiled at him tentatively, unsure of how he felt now. Did he feel better? What happened that made him so riled up, mad? 

“I won’t let anyone touch ya, (Name),” he swore, caressing your cheeks sweetly with his clean hand. He loved you too much to lose you to someone else, he couldn’t let another man or woman take you from him like they did with his family. “I love you, (Name),” he said those words like they were a mantra, sacred words meant for you alone. 

“I love you too, Si.”

Only for you, Si. It’s wrong but for you, anything.

[theangelicimp]

Quiet As a Mouse, Loud As a Lion

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Summary: (based on a request from @a-kind-pandemic-disaster) You’ve had a stutter for as long as you could talk, and unfortunately people aren’t always kind about it. Luckily there happens to be someone who’s an exception to that rule.

Word Count: about 1100

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Black!reader, Hobie Brown x Black!reader

Warnings: none, aside from people being rude about reader’s stutter, reader has spider-powers and a specific code name in Hobie’s section

Request: here

AO3: here

Hobie Brown

Joining the Spider Society was one of the biggest moments of your life, right after becoming the Phantom Spider

It changed your life in many ways, but there were some things that never left

Namely your stutter

At this point in your life you understood that it wasn’t your fault and it didn’t make you any less of a person, but still it left you shying away from interactions

And sometimes it only took one bad comment to ruin your day

Like the first time you went to the Spider Society’s headquarters

You were already overwhelmed at the sheer volume of all the people there, and the prospect of introducing yourself only made things worse

So when you opened your mouth to say, “Hi-hi, I-I’m Phantom Spi-Spider!”

And the response was, “What kind of Spider-Man has a stutter?”

It was just the last push needed to send you into a spiral of anxiety

But before you could be completely consumed in stress, someone stepped in to help

A hand slapped down on your shoulder and a raspy voice, said, “Oi, oi, what’s goin’ over here? She don’t believe in consistency and neither do I!”

It was so out of the blue, it snapped you completely out of your funk

You came to know him as Hobie Brown, and he would become another big change in your life

When people talked over you, he was the one to speak up for you: “Think Phantom had somethin’ to say. Maybe dial down the wanker act, yeah?”

When you stumbled on your words, he was always willing to wait: “Take your time love, I’ve got all day to listen.”

It seemed inevitable that you would fall head over heels with him

It was actually kind of embarrassing how fast it happened — which is why you decided to stay silent about it

That is until Miles Morales showed up

It was no secret that Hobie didn’t agree with how the Spider Society did things, and you were right along with him

Spider-Man was supposed to be kind above all else, and there was nothing kind about this group

When Gwen Stacy went about setting up her rebellion, you and Hobie were right beside her

As everyone geared up to find Miles, you pulled Hobie aside

“Hey-hey, I’ve go-got something import-portant to say.”

“You got a crush on me? Yea, I already know.”

You just gawked

Turns out you weren’t as subtle about your feelings as you thought you were

You wanted the ground to just swallow you up, but Hobie does he always does and snapped you out of it

“C’mon, we can have a date once we’re done punchin-up O’Hara.”

He kissed you on the cheek and walked over to the portal, with a look on his face that said “you coming with?”

You took his hand wordlessly, and you walked through as a couple

Eddie Munson

You were used to living your life as a wallflower, on account of your condition

Years of speech therapy had amounted to nothing and now you were coming up on your senior year, with a stutter just as strong as ever

You knew having a stutter meant nothing, that it was just the way you talked, but it still didn’t do wonders for your self esteem when people made fun of you for it

You had resigned yourself to being a social outcast for the remainder of high school, with only the hope that adult life would be somewhat kinder to you

Your first day at Hawkins High started out on a high note (at least by your standards)

You managed to get by without having to introduce yourself, and no one ever called you to answer questions

But once time came along you were left with a dilemma; where do you sit?

Even if no one was looking at you, you knew everyone was waiting to see what clique you would align yourself with

You decided to sit at an empty table but then your eyes were drawn towards a table just a few feet from yours

It was full of boys all wearing the same “Hellfire Club” T-shirt, but the one that caught your eye was the one boy with long hair and silver rings on his fingers

As you watched him jump animatedly around the table, he suddenly turned and looked at you

He winked, and your cheeks warmed

You learned his name was Eddie Munson after overhearing it from some classmates

You didn’t know it yet, but this would become the start of something special

For the next month things would continue like this, a series of flirty almost interactions and you being caught off guard every time

It was torture because it seemed to come to him so easily, and you could never work up the courage to say anything to him

But what was even more torture was when your English teacher decided to partner you up with Eddie

Some boy — one of the wannabe cool kids you think — piped up, “Looks like you’re stuck with the Freak, huh?”

“Um, I-I wouldn’t ca-call him that, e-exactly.” You mutter in response, not loud enough that anyone but you would hear

Then Eddie threw an arm around your shoulder (and made your face hotter than an August afternoon)

“What would you call me then?” He said with a sly smile. Turns out someone did hear you

You couldn’t even form words after that

Thankfully he finally had mercy on you when the bell went off, which you gratefully took to flee to your locker

It was the end of the day, so you might have been able to get home without losing your composure again

But you should have known it wouldn’t be that easy, because when everyone had left Eddie stopped by your locker

“So any particular reason you don’t wanna talk to me?”

You knew this conversation had to happen one day, but you had somehow managed to trick yourself into thinking you could get by with your head down

You could try to lie your way out of it, but you’re not stupid enough to try it and Eddie’s not stupid enough to believe it

“I-I do wan-want to-to talk, but peo-people aren’t al-always nice,” you said quietly.

“Oh.” Suddenly something about the way he carried himself changed

It wasn’t like he had grown overbearing, but more like he was more open now

“I do-don’t mind talking-king to-to you a-actually. Y-you ma-make things a-a lit-litle easier to-to deal wi-with.”

“Mind if make it even easier then? Friday at seven?”

“I’d lo-love to.” And the rest as they say is history

A/N: Finally got this done after it sat in my inbox for almost a year! I'm so proud of myself for finally pulling out of my writing slump🎉🎉🎉 Writing this out meant a lot to me, because I have a sister who stutters, and is struggling to be outgoing because of it, so it really means a lot to me.

[garadinervi]

45th Annual New Year's Day Marathon Reading, The Poetry Project at St. Marks Church, New York, NY, January 1, 2019 [Granary Books, New York, NY]

Performers: Andrea Abi-Karam, Ammiel Alcalay, Ashna Ali, Justin Allen, Julie Alsop, Jonathan Aprea, Penny Arcade, Ed Askew Band, Daisy Atterbury, James Barickman, J. Mae Barizo, Peter BD, Jim Behrle, Anselm Berrigan, Edmund Berrigan, Fabrienne Bottero, Michael Broder, Lee Ann Brown & Janice Lowe, Marie Buck, Phong Bui, Steve Cannon, Wo Chan, Yoshiko Chuma with Dane Terry, Lauren Clark, Todd Colby, John Coletti, CA Conrad, Lydia Cortes, Brenda Coultas, Alex Cuff, Matty D'Angelo, Kyle Dacuyan, Jordan Davis, Ted Dodson, r erica doyle, Ry Dunn, Anaïs Duplan, Marcella Durand, Steve Earle, Mel Elberg, Betsy Fagin, Will Farris, Farnoosh Fathi, Avram Fefer, Camonghne Felix, Jack Ferver, Jennifer Firestone, Jen Fisher, Jameson Fitzpatrick, Dorothy Friedman August, Kay Gabriel, John Godfrey, Suzanne Goldenberg, Adjua Gargi Nzinga Greaves, Phoebe Greer & Arthur Cañedo, Diana Hamilton, Odetta Hartman, David Henderson, Barbara Henning, Laura Henriksen, Erika Hodges, Bob Holman, Erica Hunt, Cori Hutchinson, Omotara James, Rachel James, Paolo Javier, Cyree Jarelle Johnson, Pierre Joris & Nicole Peyrafitte, Millie Kapp & Matt Shalzi, Vincent Katz, erica kaufman, Amy King, Anna Kreienberg, M Lamar, Yaz Lancaster, Sue Landers, Denizé Lauture, Paul Legault, Rachel Levitsky, Matt Longabucco, Brendan Lorber, Jimena Lucero, Filip Marinovich, Erin Markey, Douglas A. Martin, Eline Marx with Devin Brahja Waldman as teknikal issues, Greg Masters, Andriniki Mattis, Jillian McManemin, Yvonne Meier, Carley Moore, Tracie Morris, Dave Morse, Stephen Motika, Gala Mukomolova, Sahar Muradi, Uche Nduka, Peter Neeley, Precious Okoyomon, Edgar Oliver, Laura Ortman, Nicky Paraiso, Trace Peterson, Matt Proctor & Sarah Safaie, Lorelei Ramirez, El Roy Red, Batya Rosenblum, Bob Rosenthal, Douglas Rothschild, Judah Rubin, John Rufo, George Emilio Sanchez, Tina Satter, Tom Savage, Simon Schuchat, Purvi Shah, Frank Sherlock, Jayson Smith, Sean D. Henry Smith, Pamela Sneed, Patricia Spears Jones, Tammy Faye Starlite, Max Steele, Jim Stewart, Sara Jane Stoner, Bridget Talone, Susie Timmons, Edwin Torres, Tony Towle, Cat Tyc, Aldrin Valdez, Cecilia Vicuna, Anna Vitale, Morgan Vo, Asiya Wadud, Anne Waldman with Fast Speaking Music, Nicole Wallace, Lewis Warsh, Jacqueline Waters, Rachael Wilson, Chavisa Woods, Matvei Yankelevich, John Yau, The Double Yews , Don Yorty, Spoke and Feather, Sparrow / Foamola, The Blow, and St. Mark's Choir

Design: Kate Liebman

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Beast of Bray Road

Werewolf or were-animal creature seen in Wisconsin. A cluster of sightings from 1989 to 1992 ignited media interest. The sightings may be related to other, much earlier were-creature sightings elsewhere in Wisconsin and also in Michigan.

The Beast of Bray Road was so named because early known sightings and encounters were clustered around Bray Road, a one-mile stretch of isolated country road near Elkhorn, in southeastern Wisconsin, a small town of 6,500 residents. Rumors and gossip circulated primarily among teenagers. The story received media attention when Linda Contrey, a writer and cartoonist for a weekly newspaper called The Week, started collecting eyewitness testimonies and writing about them. Articles also appeared in Strange magazine. Sightings have been reported in a much wider geographical area, even as far away as Milwaukee.

Various descriptions of the Beast have been given, but common traits are its size and the fact that it stands, walks, and runs on hind legs, and also on all fours. Upright it is over six feet in height, even seven to eight feet. The figure is humanlike with clawed and hairy humanlike hands, and a wolfish or wolf head. It carries a revolting smell, and has sharp, canny, slanted and evil-looking eyes. It stares at people and smirks at them, giving them the feeling that it is intelligent and self-aware in a human way. Eyewitnesses say it is demonic and hellish.

The Beast is most often seen at night, but also has been seen during the day. It has menaced people and chased them, and has been seen kneeling by the road while apparently eating roadkill. No one to date has actually been physically harmed by the creature, although some eyewitnesses say they were certain the creature could have killed them had it chosen to do so.

One of the earliest encounters on record dates to 1936. Mark Schackelman was a night watchman at a Catholic convent, St. Colleta, near Jefferson, Wisconsin. He had two encounters with a bizarre creature resembling the Beast, both occurring around midnight. He spotted the creature atop a Native American burial mound, which it was clawing with its hands. The creature fled when Schackelman approached it.

But the second night, the creature—again found clawing at the top of the burial mound—stood up and faced Schackelman. The humanlike figure was over six feet tall and was covered with dark hair. It had a muzzle, prominent fangs, and pointed ears on the top of its head. It gave off a horrible smell, like "long-dead meat." The creature stared at him and made a guttural sound like "gadarrah" and growled. After an agonizing stare down in which Schackelman earnestly prayed to God for rescue, the creature turned and slowly walked away.

In 1989 a 24-year-old woman, Lorianne Endrizzi, got a good look at the Beast while driving on Bray Road at about 1:30 A.M. She saw what she thought was a person hunched over by the side of the road. Slowing to a crawl to look, she was startled to see that the figure was part human and part wolf. The face was long and snouty and the eyes glowed yellow. It had a wide chest, pointed ears, big fangs, and a covering of gray-brown hair. The limbs and appendages were humanlike: The hands looked like human hands with claws; the hairy calves were muscular. The creature's arms were jointed like a human's, and it was holding what appeared to be roadkill in upturned palms. The creature stared at her until she drove away. Later, Endrizzi found an illustration of a werewolf that closely resembled the Beast.

Other sightings have yielded similar descriptions.

The Beast also has been described as bearlike, and ape-like and baboonlike, the latter giving rise to speculation about its relationship to Bigfoot (Sasquatch), and to legends about hairy "wild men" said to live in remote, wooded regions. According to Godfrey, the beast has striking similarities to the Dogman of Michigan, to the Lobizon of South America, and to other were-dog creatures reported in diverse locations around the world. It may have a relationship to the European lore of large, spectral black dogs or "hellhounds," such as Black Shuck of England. Black dog lore migrated to America: For example, the Snarly Yow is a spectral hound that haunts parts of Maryland. In Chippewa lore, the Witchie Wolves are spirit dogs that guard the sacred graves of warriors. Native American burial mounds are associated with a host of paranormal phenomena, including haunting ghosts and spirits, strange lights and noises, and mysterious forms.

Other strange creature sightings similar to the Beast are of a were-deer, or a hairy biped that runs with deer.

Reports of strange lights in the sky—possible UFOs—and mutilated domestic dogs and cats have been reported in areas where the Beast has been seen, but there is no conclusive link among the phenomena.

Animals mistaken for supernatural creatures do not seem a likely explanation for the Beast. According to Godfrey, one explanation put forward has also been advanced for other mysterious creatures and for Bigfoot: It may be a remnant of prehistoric times, an indigenous dogman creature who somehow survives in remote areas.

Text from The Encyclopedia of Vampires, Werewolves, and Other Monsters (Checkmark Books, 2005) by Rosemary Guiley

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Daniel Marans at HuffPost:

Rep. Cori Bush (D-Mo.) lost her Democratic primary on Tuesday, shrinking the ranks of the House’s left-wing “Squad” and delivering another major victory to the pro-Israel and business-friendly groups that backed her challenger. Wesley Bell, the St. Louis County prosecutor, defeated Bush. Since Missouri’s 1st Congressional District, which includes all of St. Louis and many of its northern and western suburbs, is overwhelmingly Democratic, Bell is all but assured of a seat in Congress come November.

Bell’s victory over Bush marks the second “Squad” member in recent months to fall to a challenger heavily funded by pro-Israel groups. Rep. Jamaal Bowman (D-N.Y.), who, like Bush, ousted an incumbent in 2020, lost his race to Westchester County Executive George Latimer this past June. Justice Democrats, the left-wing group that backed Bush’s first successful run, cast the race as yet another referendum on the power of big money to decide elections. “This race is about the future of our democracy and the soul of our Democratic Party, frankly,” Usamah Andrabi, a spokesperson for Justice Democrats, told HuffPost on Monday. “This is a question about whether we want to let a handful of Republican mega-donors dictate the outcome of Democratic primaries, or do we want to move forward to elect more nurses and everyday people to represent the community’s best interests.”

Bush, an ordained pastor and registered nurse, indeed faced a massive fundraising deficit. As Andrabi noted, Bell had the support of some local Republican donors — and many national megadonors from both parties, through the American Israel Public Affairs Committee. Super PACs supporting Bell outspent those supporting Bush by a more than 3-to-1 margin. Spending by pro-Bell groups included about $8.6 million from AIPAC’s United Democracy Project, $1.5 million from LinkedIn co-founder Reid Hoffman’s Mainstream Democrats PAC, $1.4 million from the crypto-industry-backed FairShake PAC, and nearly $500,000 from the Democratic Majority for Israel PAC. Bush made national waves with her July 2021 sit-in on the U.S. Capitol steps to draw attention to the expiration of the federal government’s COVID-19-era eviction moratorium. Her action got results; President Joe Biden responded by extending the policy, though the Supreme Court stopped it a few weeks later. Later that year, in a bid to shore up support for abortion rights, Bush spoke on national television — and in a House hearing — about her experience getting an abortion after being raped at age 17.

Bush’s allies — and she retains the support of many local elected officials — see her as an authentic tribune of the Black Lives Matter movement, which was born in Ferguson, Missouri, following the police killing of Michael Brown in 2014. Unlike many other Democrats in Washington, Bush continues to embrace calls to “defund the police.” Bell, who also got his political start during the Ferguson protests and unseated a more conservative incumbent prosecutor in 2018, has, by contrast, disappointed many of his former fellow activists. They fault him for declining to prosecute Darren Wilson, the police officer who killed Brown, and for not more rapidly reducing the county’s jail and prison populations, even as he points to the creation of a conviction review unit and the expansion of drug diversion programs.

[...] Finally, Bush has been among the most outspoken critics of Israel in Congress, particularly after Israel invaded Gaza in response to Hamas’ terror attack on Oct. 7. She was not only an early advocate for a ceasefire, but has also accused Israel of genocide ― a charge that remains highly disputed. And in an interview with The New York Times out on Monday, Bush expressed ambivalence about describing Hamas as a terrorist group, though her campaign later walked it back. “Would they qualify to me as a terrorist organization? Yes,” Bush told the Times. “But do I know that? Absolutely not.” Bush’s stances cost her the support of Susan Talve, a progressive St. Louis rabbi who leads the only synagogue in Bush’s district. But they also unsettled some other allies who see her national profile as a distraction from the needs of the high-poverty, majority Black district.

In the battle of activists rising from the Ferguson protests in #MO01, incumbent Rep. Cori Bush (D) goes down in defeat to AIPAC-backed St. Louis County Prosecutor Wesley Bell (D) in the Democratic Primary. Bell is favored to win this November.