#one Inhale one exhale alright i am done

[waiting4kraven]

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HIIIIII [first I wanna say that I love your work so much and am so happy to meet an atiny/carat writer! I hope we can become moots!]

I do have a request and it is: ateez reacting to s.o kissing their neck

take your time, and good luck with all of ur work, fighting!!

YES WE SO CAN!!! 🥰 Thank you so much for the encouragement love! I hope you love this reaction 😊

Ateez Reaction to S/O Kissing Their Neck

I'll give this my classic rating but up it for this one… 🤏🏻🤏🏻 suggestive hehe 👀👀👀

Hongjoong

You couldn't take the way his eyes devoured you, treasured you, any more. Inhaling, you quickly shut the space between you and Hongjoong, all the lightning tension between you arcing into your joined lips as his grip on your hip tightened. It was a short but passionate kiss, one that had Hongjoong giving you a smile of pleasant surprise afterward.

"Oh?"

"Yep," you replied, "and I'm just getting started."

Pecking his lips several times, you migrated from their softness to trace the beautiful structure of his face, outlining his cheekbone and down to his jaw with your lips.

He gave an exasperated chuckle. "I'm supposed to be the one spoiling you," he said even as he tilted his head to grant you access, smiling impishly down at you.

"Maybe I get something out of this, too," you teased back, kisses resuming in full swing, this time down his neck and into the territory availed to you by his partially-unbuttoned shirt.

"Alright, but anything you're giving me, I'm going to pay back double," Hongjoong tells you with a grin that sends shivers down your spine as you part from his chest to gaze at him.

"H-how are you going to do that?" You faltered slightly underneath that intense gaze you loved so much.

"Let's just say," his lips curl up even further, the hand on your hip drawing light circles, "by the time I'm done, everyone will know you're mine."

Seonghwa

Seonghwa is in the kitchen standing over a mixing bowl of batter when he feels arms snake around his waist and lips against his neck.

He giggles deeply. "That better be (y/n)," he teases.

Your hands nudge his sides, prompting him to set the spoon in his hand down and turn to face you, smiling at the loving expression on your face. His hands wrap around you, too, both of you standing in an embrace against the counter.

“It’s my lucky day,” he keeps joking, leaning down to brush your nose with his, “it is you. My (y/n).”

You smile at the pet name, moving your hands to fall around his neck, which you press one more quick kiss to. “Always.”

He leans down, kisses your forehead first before moving to your cheek, then pecking your lips several times, smiling and exhaling little chuckles against them as you leaned forward for more.

“I have to finish up here! Want to help me?”

You nod, lowering your hands to back hug him again.

“Alright,” he shakes his head fondly at your clinginess, “help me stir, then the real work begins.” He reaches to his waist, taking hold of your hands, placing the spoon in your dominant one and using it to mix the batter as he kept seasoning it.

After that, you dedicated yourself to actual tasks, but each time you passed Seonghwa by, you pressed a kiss to his cheeks or neck, enjoying the surprise and wide, almost childlike smile of joy that crossed his face every single time.

Yunho

It's not like you don't want to do it, frankly, but you mainly want to get Yunho's attention. You're sinking into couch cushions, sunlight lazily filters through the blinds, and Yunho is playing some video game or another. You stopped paying attention, instead visually tracing his focused side profile, eyes drinking in every shift and narrow of his own, the way his thumbs dart over the controller.

Watching your boyfriend play doesn’t bother you, but you are getting a bit bored. He isn’t always granted a surplus of free time, after all, & the most selfish voice of your mind is vying for the argument that he should spend it with you. Instead of whining, though, which you have the sense to realize no one enjoys, you simply scoot in closer, cushions creaking faintly beneath you, and gently run your fingers over Yunho’s jawline, pulling close enough to press your lips to his neck. As badly as you want his lips on yours, interrupting a man’s game is never a good idea.

He tenses a bit beneath your touch, breaths coming a little faster. “Wh- what are you doing?” He asks.

You press a few more kisses, moving a bit lower each time. “I don’t know, you’re playing your game, I just want to appreciate you.”

“Maybe when I’m done with this round-”

“Maybe when you’re done with this round…”

You both spoke at the same time. Giggling into his neck, you get closer still, legs pressed against his as he gave a few giggles of his own.

“Maybe what?” You ask, tilting your head so that he’s almost forced to face you.

“Just wait and see,” he smiles, leaning forward to place a quick peck to your lips before his focus returns to the screen.

Yeosang

You and Yeosang were on the couch, both of you on your backs, your head resting over his heart. Neither of you had spoken for a bit, just enjoying the small sunbeams filtering in through the window as you played gently with Yeosang’s hand that was slung over you.

On a whim you turned slightly, careful that your hip wouldn’t dig into him, and leaned up just a little bit higher, your head reaching the crook of Yesosang’s neck. Your lips fell into place, ghosting over his skin at first, but when you felt him shift a bit beneath you, clearly starting a little at the sudden warmth, it spurred you on.

This time, you kissed him unabashedly, giving the exposed skin long, slow appreciation. Drawing out every motion you possibly could. Your hand that was playing with his gave it a little squeeze.

“What’s this?” Yeosang asks, eyes wide and sounding a bit flustered.

You can’t help but giggle at the pure and wholesome man you love so much. “You mean you don’t know?” You reply.

“Well, ah, I mean…” He stutters as you place the longest, most lingering kiss yet at the very base of his throat, a small gasp escaping with the trailed-off words.

You lift yourself up on your elbows, pulling up still so your heads are in line and sparing your boyfriend, just rubbing your noses together with a smile. “Don’t worry about it,” you tell him, starting to lay back down, but his hand catches yours.

“No,” he says, gaze following yours down, “please continue.”

San

“Sannie, no!” You giggle, running away from your boyfriend, with whom you are currently locked in a playful chase along the grass.

He’s proudly brandishing a water gun, smug grin more than evident on his face as he barrels toward you. “Sannie, yes!”

“No!” You exclaim, turning on your heels and running around a garden wall, stopping to catch a few shaking, laughing breaths.

You’d tossed a water balloon at him, your entire arsenal, and now San sees fit to get you back for it. His revenge is quite disproportionate in your eyes, for even with as warm as it was you aren’t exactly in the mood to get soaked.

San is close; the grass rustles and he whispers “I’m gonna get you!”

“Not today!” You shout back, peeling out from around the wall and back towards those of the house, bare feet padding against the soft green grass.

San quickly catches up, giggling as he backs you into a corner, raising the blue and green plastic abomination in his hand. It’s going to take a massive trump card to escape this one…or maybe you’re overthinking it.

Stepping forward in the little space you have left, you reach your arms around San, hands gently running up and down his back. His smug expression immediately begins softening, the gorgeous soft eyes you love on him starting to pop out. With a smile, you lean in to give his neck a few kisses, feeling him crane to open up more as you do so. He’s warm beneath your touch, pulse pounding from all the running; you kiss right over the pulse point, wondering if you can make it go even faster.

Before you can wonder much more San is sweeping you into his arms, booping your nose and telling you how cute you are before yanking you into his lips. One hand holds you, the other reaches up into your hair, and as your lips move against his you slide San’s offending water rifle closer to you with your foot, stepping down on it as hard as you can. San trails kisses of his own down your neck before peppering your cheeks, expression melting at the fact that you initiated affection.

When you finally separate, San ruffles your hair and giggles. You step back a bit, holding up your contraband water rifle. “So, truce then?”

Mingi

"I can be cool!" You protested against Mingi's teasing. You know he thinks you're the coolest person alive, but you and your boyfriend had gotten into a playful debate on if you could be a rapper.

"Oh, yeah? Prove it, then," Mingi shot back with a grin.

"Ok, fine," you all but pouted, "I will."

Giving him a light shove, you watched him stumble back a little, taking the opportunity to lead him a couple more steps until his back hit the wall. Leaning forward, you rested your left palm against it at his side, eyes traveling up to his in the best approximation of the classic pose as you could attempt. Mingi's jaw dropped a bit, raising the corners of your lips in a satisfied smile. You leaned up and placed a kiss to his neck.

"See? I can do the bad boy pose. I'm cool," you say as you start to walk off.

Mingi's hand catches your left hand as it peels from the wall, though, and you feel the tug, turning back to face him with a tilt of your head. He's looking at you with doe eyes, his buggy expression of surprise fading to affection.

"You are cool, but don't take my job," he says.

You giggle, and he reels you back into his chest, your hand falling there as his that isn't holding yours rests on your back, bringing you forward into an electrifying kiss. You feel his heartbeat beneath your palm, the way his hand lightly squeezes and plays with yours as your lips move in sync. You trap Mingi again as he pulls away, this time not against the wall, but with his forehead against yours.

"You have nothing to worry about, my cool guy."

Wooyoung

It was all impulse, really. Wooyoung was teaching you a couples’ dance he wanted to try, and frankly it was quite…intimate. A bit Latin-inspired, it had some close moves that reminded you of the tango followed by him pulling you close. When he did that, he also rolled his head back, exposing the skin of his neck and making that much more of a show from his quite notably unbuttoned black shirt.

Wooyoung viewed his body as part of the art and you couldn’t help but agree. The third time you practiced getting swept into his arms, his head rolling away as you were held against the warmth of his chest, his heart hammering beneath you, you leaned forward, your lips finding his throat like they were magnetized there.

You felt him give a deep hum beneath you as he, rather than step into the sequence's next move, immediately slid both of his hands to be flush around your waist. When you pulled away slightly, Wooyoung attacked, his own lips latching onto the spot above your collarbone. His hips angled, drifting forward until they were fully flush against yours.

"So this is what you want, huh?"

"Well," you teased, voice low as Wooyoung’s lips traveled down and then back up, “seems like you do too."

"Of course," he agreed as he trailed kisses up your neck and to your cheek, "why would I not?"

Jongho

It was one of your greatest joys in life to have such a sensible, loving boyfriend at your side. However, he wasn’t the most into physical touch, at least not nearly as much as you were. Sometimes Jongho just needed some encouragement.

He lay at your side, half under the sheets and half out, just plaintively staring at the ceiling as he rested on his back, not one part of him touching you. You felt your lips fall into a pout, wishing he would cuddle with you now that your bedtime conversation had ceased, dreamy words subsiding in favor of that near-sleep contemplative state.

You knew part of it was that he didn’t want to overstep boundaries, didn’t want to disturb you. But if that was the case, you considered as you shifted in the sheets, mattress creaking a bit beneath your motion, it was your job to show him he would not be disturbing you in the slightest. And you knew exactly what would flip Jongho’s affection switch.

Scooting closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, snuggling into his neck and kissing him before he could protest or question the sudden gesture. Sure enough, you felt Jongho relax, firm muscles melting still after a momentary freeze. As you nuzzled in, lips still traveling, he tilted his head, giving you greater access, and you smiled. Jackpot.

Jongho loved it when you kissed his neck, and you sure didn't mind taking advantage of that fact, especially right then. He flipped over from his back to his side, suddenly facing you, those big beautiful eyes you loved staring intently.

"Why this all of a sudden?"

"Because I love you," you replied, eyelashes fluttering.

"Well, let me return the favor, too," he told you, propping his head up with one hand.

You couldn't resist a smile as he pulled you closer.

[talaok]

Hunting lesson

Pairing: Joel miller x reader

summary: You try to teach Ellie to hunt, and Joel comes to help. ( Inspired by that 1x06 scene)

warnings: just fluff

"take a deep breath" you instructed

"no, Ellie, a deep breath, like this" you showered her, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

"fine" she grumbled, imitating what you'd just done.

"Good, now firmly grab the trigger " you helped her hand around it "aim, and you're ready"

"ok" she breathed, concentrating as she closed one eye.

Pow

You couldn't hold back a laugh

"shit" she hissed

"This rifle sucks"

You chuckled "you sure the rifle's the problem?"

"It's a piece of shit, it doesn't aim right" she whined

"yeah sure" you mocked "c'mon try again, you're getting better"

She glared at you "you don't have to lie"

that only made you snort "I'm not lying, at least you didn't close both your eyes this time"

"Wha-I never did that!"

"yes you did" you laughed

"c'mon grip the trigger and breathe before pulling it"

She sighed, doing just that

Pow

"oh c'mon!" she moaned, as the target remained untouched, or ungrazed really.

"you're really shit at this kid" you couldn't help but laugh

"oh thanks, such kind words of encouragement"

"I'm sorry, but you really are"

"maybe you're just a shit teacher"

You gasped, feigning offense "I'm most certainly not"

"or, as I've said before, this rifle is trash"

you looked amusedly at her "it's a poor carpenter who blames his tools"

"well maybe the carpenter's right" she cocked an eyebrow "maybe the tools just suck"

"sure thing" you joked " wanna try again?"

"I guess" she shrugged, positioning herself again

pow

"fuck"

"what are you doing?"

you both turned

"I'm teaching her to hunt"

"What? the snow?" Joel asked, making you both scowl at him

"the rifle sucks" Ellie explained

"didn't seem like it sucked to me" he walked closer, crouching between you and Ellie "show me" he nodded, and Ellie complied, taking another shot.

Joel turned to you, his brows raised as to say -really?-

"she's improved" you defended

"If this is improved I'm scared of how she was before"

"I'm right here" Ellie commented, making you smile.

"ok" he turned to her "try again"

She did, once again, only the ground beneath the target being hit.

"wide right, you're flinching"

She sighed "the target's too small"

"I made it bigger than I should have" you intervened

"eject the cartridge"

"I am not flinching," Ellie said defensively, only making Joel hum condescendingly.

"the rifle just sucks" she complained, clearly frustrated

"ok, give it" Joel gestured, giving up, and taking her place.

"It doesn't aim right" she continued blabbing, moving to Joe'ls right, while you were on his left "You'll see"

He sighed "a deep breath in, a slow breath out" he explained

"I told her already" you tilted your head, and he just bit down a smile

"you squeeze the trigger like you love it" He continued, and Ellie hummed in understanding

"gentle, steady, nice, and slow" he turned to you with a smug smirk and you had to bite down a grin, as your eyebrow shot up.

That was definitely his style

"ew," Ellie said, noticing the two of you "you're gonna shoot this thing or get it pregnant?"

You laughed "c'mon show us how it's done, Miller" you nodded to the rifle

"yeah" Ellie agreed "let's see if you're all talk"

"alright," he accepted the challenge, steadying himself before shooting.

Pow

"You... dick" Ellie breathed, and you smiled knowingly, of course he wasn't gonna miss.

"show off" you joined her, teasing Joel as he looked smugly between you two.

He got up and you both followed.

"He just got lucky" Ellie continued bitterly, talking to you

"of course" you agreed just to piss him off

"I doubt he can even see that far, considering his age" she said, making you laugh.

He turned at that, scowling at you both, and you could only grin as Ellie's eyes widened like she didn't definitely mean for him to hear that.

"whoops"

[shewritesforpoc]

f a d e d f u c k|| mdni!

black!stonergf!reader x inexperiencedbf!yeonjun

warnings : s m u t , smoking, mentions of being high, high sex, p i v , unprotected sex , use of weed, use of petnames, mentions of food, lazyish sex, female bodied reader, switch!yeonjun, switch!reader, semi-public sex (youre in the backyard)

synopsis : you give yeonjun his first blunt . his reaction isn’t what you expected for his first time.

a/n: yo, im kaisan. im a black female and i dont see too many people on here um, writing for poc. so here i am! enjoyy! story below the cut ;)

its currently 12 am. you had gotten the urge to smoke. for some reason, weed at midnight hits everytime. usually you would do it in the afternoon but youve just been feeling the vibes later at night. yeonjun knows you smoke. thats how he met you, he saw you on the corner of the street lighting one up. he thought you looked bad as hell, so he asked for your number and you guys clicked ever since. now, hes been curious. the smell, and the way you would walk into the home so chill and relaxed, eyes as red as a stop sign, he wanted to experience it for himself.

you didnt pressure him into trying it. “hey, whenever you wanna try it let me know.” those words of yours circling in his mind. he wanted to see first hand how it would feel if you let him hit it.

you always step outside, the smell of weed can be overwhelming for people who havent smoked it before. you took your wraps, put the weed in your grinder, ground it up, sprinkle some in the wrap and licked it to seal it. you lit up the blunt and began to ride the wave. you leaned back on the chair and put the blunt to your lips, before you could take a hit, yeonjun came out. you looked at him and smiled.

“you ready to ride the wave or you just wanna be out here with me?” you asked him. the weed already taking over your body. your voice became soft and low. your eyes becoming low, no matter how many times youve done it, it always feels good. “i wanna try.” he said at first, his voice low and so soft you could barely hear him. “say again?” you prompted him to repeat himself. “i wanna try it.” he said again but more bold this time. “youre ready to come to the dark side?” you giggled and looked at him. he giggled lightly too, mostly embarrassed but also it was funny.

he nodded and you sat up in your chair. “alright, since its me and you, theres a rule.” you said. he looked at you eagerly. “we gon puff puff and pass. that means hit it twice and pass it back. we do that until it’s gone. or until you dont wanna smoke no more.” you told him. he nodded his head quickly understanding the rule. you passed him the blunt and he halted for a second. “just inhale, suck in a quick breath, and exhale.” you told him. as he sucked in a breath, the smoke tickled his throat causing him to cough. you laughed because it reminded you of your first time. “you good?” you asked while laughing. he was still coughing but still managed to say he was fine.

“you still wanna hit or you wanna stop?” you asked to make sure he was okay. “can i keep smoking it?” he asked. you nodded as you handed him the blunt back after taking a hit. he hit it twice and handed it back. it kept going until it was a roach and you put it out. you looked over to your side to see yeonjun already looking at you. his eyes were low, he had a smirk on his face. normally that was the look he gave when he was about to tear you up.

“i guess the high went somewhere else.” you said smiling and looking down at his print. he also looked down and looked back at you. “i guess it did, youre also so beautiful. your skin is beautiful as the night. the sun is hitting it perfectly.” he said. you knew he was serious but you couldnt help but laugh. he couldnt tell day from night. he was truly high.

“i take that you enjoy riding the wave?” you asked as you got closer to him. “i enjoy you riding me.” you got shy instantly at his sudden boldness. hes normally shy when it comes to sex or compliments. “come on pretty girl. your thick thighs are calling my name. theyre saying they wanna be wrapped around my waist while im deep in that shit.” he said in a raspy tone. all of this is a shock to you. hes normally shy, but these words are taking you aback. its making you slip more into a submissive role.

“whats wrong baby?” he asked in a teasing tone. he knows that his words are making you wet. he just wants to hear you say you want him. “nothing puppy.” you say. puppy is the word you use when hes in subspace. but it seems now that your words go in one ear and out the other. he only smiles at you. “thats cute princess. now come over here and help me out. its so hard it hurts.” he said as he smirked and lifted his hips slightly towards you. you looked at him, the urge to disobey was naturally in you. but you decided not to act on it.

you walk and sit between his legs. you look at him as you pull his pants down. hes only looking with dazed eyes. their dark with lust. you can see the high rushing through his body. it was turning you on by the second. you pull his dick out and start off slow. teasingly slow. he only smirks at you as he put his hand on your puffy hair. normally you dont let him pull on it because you dont like when people touch your 4a kinky hair. but you let it slide this time since he isnt fully aware of what he’s doing. he pushes his hips up so his dick is touching your lips. you don’t hesitate to open and deepthroat it. he hisses and his hips start to falter. he lowered his hips back on the ground and let you take control.

youre going from his tip, to his length, to cupping his balls in your hand. its making him go crazy. “fuck girl, i love it when you do it like th…that. makes me wan..na cum.” he manages to say. his head his already clouded from the weed high, the head hes getting from makes him short circuit. the weed made him more sensitive so it wasnt long before he stiffed him hips and his cum shot down your throat. “oh..ah my god princess… ah..ah…ugh~” he moaned as he kept fucking himself in your throat. soon he pulled your head away from being to sensitive.

you sat back and smiled. his dick didnt go soft either. you were already soaking due to the sounds and how sexy hes been acting since he was high. you stood up, his eyes on your every move. as you were taking off your clothes, his eyes were locked on the thick thighs in front of him. he leaned forward and kissed them. so soft and sweet. those beautiful lips of his were definitely driving you up the wall. you finished undressing and slowly lowered yourself on him. even though youve done this countless of times, his length always makes it feel like the first time.

your eyes closed as you sat fully on him. sitting still so you could get used to it. he saw your sitting still as you teasing him. so he decided to lift his hips up, filling you up way more than you already are. you took a sharp inhale as he began to slowly rock his hips upward. he was looking at you with that same sexy smirk. you started to look down, but yeonjun brought his hand up to make you look at him. “look at me when im fucking you baby.” he said as he kept pushing his hips into you. “i…..m ah~” you moaned but the way he was fucking you, you couldnt finish your sentence. “youre….what baby? hm?…ah..nng about to cum? hm~” he was mocking you.

you wanted to wipe that fucking smirk off his face but he was right. the way he was hitting that spot in you was driving you crazy. “oh my…god baby im gonna cum!~” you moaned out suddenly. that was all he needed to hear before he grabbed your waist with one hand and pushed himself even deeper in you. you couldnt even say anything before you came hard on his dick. it was only until after the rush where you were breathing hard and couldn’t take it anymore. “i..i cant anymore….please~” you said. you didnt even know what you were asking for. you didnt want him to stop but you didnt want him to keep going. “aw, dont worry princess…just a little bit longer.” he said.

you could tell he was already close. the way his hips kept stuttering. the way he kept throwing his head back. the way moans kept falling from his lips. so you took one of his nipples and tweaked it a bit. that always sends him over the edge. this time was no different. “baby~ babygi-ah~” he moaned as he stilled his hips in you. you felt his cum inside you, his hips shaking and falling as his cum was painting your insides. he shuddered one last time before pulling out and his dick slowly starting to soften.

maybe you should hand him the blunt more often!

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[kentopedia]

I have an idea. Can you write dazai x reader sleepy cuddles

sleepy cuddles

*:･☆— wc: 1.2k *:･☆ dazai osamu x f!reader

The moon was bright, full, and beautiful, spinning its own tale through shadows over the Port of Yokohama. It was past one o’clock, and you’d woken back up to a dark sky, greeted with an empty space beside you.  

It wasn’t a cold night, but you still shivered, missing the heat of the other person you’d grown used to in the past few months. You’d grown even more used to him stealing the covers, leaving you to fend for yourself in the brisk air of dawn. Though you had them all to yourself now, it was much less comfortable.

Yawning, you blinked wearily at the moon through your window, knowing it was the same beautiful moon that Dazai was walking under, somewhere else in Yokohama.

He’d been coming home later and later recently, always slipping out for something or another. Most of the time, he was doing his due diligence as a detective. Some nights, he reeked of alcohol and could barely get his shoes untied.

Other nights, he just roamed the streets, trying desperately to get his mind off whatever plagued him. Whatever he was doing, you always hoped he was safe, hoped that he’d clear his mind enough to come home to you.

Usually, you had no idea which Dazai would greet you in the morning—if he’d even be there at all.

If he didn’t return, he always gave you notice, a quick message that he was alright, somewhere. He knew how much you worried. Truly, you couldn’t help it.

Still, you stared at the starry night sky, and no matter how hard you tried to keep your eyes open, you drifted in and out of sleep.

Kunikida had forced Dazai into doing his job earlier this evening, and though the job should’ve been done by now, he’d promised he’d be home. It was only a matter of when.  

You dug yourself deeper into the covers, trying to replicate the same kind of warmth that another body gave you. Despite missing him, you still grew comfortable, and your heavy eyes began to fall.

It didn’t last.

Scattered noises broke through your consciousness, and you were only halfway caught in a dream, the sounds of him coming home filtering to your subconscious in a cacophony of images you couldn’t describe.

Then, you heard a voice. Felt the bed dip. And you blinked your eyes open sleepily.

“Are you awake?” Dazai said from behind you, and his arms wound around your waist, dragging you closer and closer to him until there was no space left.

“I am now.” Your voice was hoarse from disuse, still very much caught in the breadths of sleep. You laced your fingers around his, pulling his arms tighter around you. The little bundle of worry that you had wound of so tightly evaporated, slinking away until the next time Dazai decided to disappear.

“Oh,” he said, kissing the back of your neck. He’d thrown one leg between your own, trapping you in his embrace from head to toe. “Sorry.”

He sounded the complete opposite.

You smiled as he pressed his forehead into your back, his soft hair tickling the delicate skin there. “No, you’re not.” A laugh left your chest, though it was nothing more than an amused exhale. You didn’t quite have the energy to laugh completely.

“You’re right.” Dazai kissed between your shoulder blades, his nose dragging across your spine. “I’m not. I wanted to hear your voice before I went to sleep.” He inhaled, relaxing for the first time since he’d left earlier. “I missed you.”

“You saw me this morning,” you teased, even if you’d missed him just as much.

“That was an eternity ago.” His voice was nothing less than a whine, and you could hear the laugh in it, the curl of his mouth against your back. Dazai snuck a hand under your loose t-shirt, his thumb grazing across your hips, heating your skin faster than the lonesome blanket could.

Momentarily, he stopped, and you opened your eyes once again before he was splaying a hand on your stomach, attempting to tug you onto your side.

When he began kissing down your jaw, teeth locking on the space where your neck met your shoulder, you sighed. “Osamu.” You brought his hand to your lips sweetly. “I’m tired.”

“I’m not trying to start anything. Promise.” You had half the sense not to believe him; most of the time, Dazai was trying to start something. Yet, when you really listened, he sounded as exhausted as you did, his voice as worn out as his body. “I just want to see those pretty eyes of yours.”

You relented, flipping onto the other side, helpless against the way that Dazai’s charming compliments always made you feel.

His face was close to your’s and your noses bumped as you settled into him, his hands never leaving your body. His delicate fingers ran down your arms, entombing you into every fiber of his skin.

“There’s my pretty girl,” Dazai’s smile was soft and exhausted, and he held your face gently in his hand before kissing you. “My darling.”

A slew of other endearing words that made your ears burn hot, and you pulled away shutting your eyes against his collarbone. He smelled like nothing more than crisp spring air and the fresh scent that clung to his newly washed t-shirt. “I thought you weren’t trying to start anything.”

“You don’t want me to kiss you goodnight?” Though your eyes were still shut, you could only imagine the phony pout on his lips, his soothing voice lulling you into another sleep.

You pressed your lips to whatever part of him you could without lifting your head. “I guess I’ll allow it,” a yawn interrupted you; you needed pliers to pry your eyes back open, “just this once.”

Though you’d been relaxed before, it was nothing compared to the feeling of Dazai, the comfort that having him right within reach gave you.

“Did the case go okay?” you asked, knowing that Dazai was nowhere near as asleep as you were, and you hadn’t gotten to see him all day. Despite his weariness, a part of you was surprised he hadn’t pestered you with conversation.

“Everything was fine,” Dazai kissed the top of your head, resting his cheek against it. And though the man could be the greatest thorn in your side, he also knew you better than anyone. “I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow. You need to get some sleep.” 

You hummed, your own body covering his from head to toe. “Goodnight.” You weren’t sure if you said anything else, too distracted by the tiny puffs of air that left his own lips.

Dazai’s reply went unheard, but he held you with everything he had to offer in his heart. Eventually, the beat of it matched the rhythm of your own, and he fell asleep, knowing that you’d still be there in the morning.

chuuya version here!!

[exhaslo]

Corruption Ch7

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6

Warning: Minors DNI, smut, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship?

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Three months, twenty days before D-Day

There was only so much Miguel could force himself to do. Winning your mind and affection was proving to be difficult for him to uphold. All he wanted was for you to just submit to him and answer all of his burning questions.

But you were too stubborn.

Miguel had to remind himself constantly that you needed some time. Some tender love and care, but that did not exist in Miguel's dictionary. This was for the sake of his experiments! Why was it so hard for you to just confess your little secret to him?!

"Miguel? Are you alright?" You asked softly.

"Yes-" He hissed before cussing quietly, "I'm still quite frustrated about my little toy choking on his own fucking acid salvia! There wasn't nearly enough research done one his transformed DNA!"

"Mig-" You bit your lower lip as he motioned towards his desk, "I already got you some new volunteers."

"Good."

Miguel waited for you to take your new seat. Planting yourself directly in front of him on your desk, Miguel sighed heavily. While he found it hard to show you affection, Miguel did find something that pleased him greatly.

Resting his head against your lap, Miguel closed his eyes as he tried to think. Miguel liked to think of this as his new thinking spot. It was just a few days ago that he thought of the idea. Not only did it score points with your stubborn heart, but it helped Miguel calm down and think better.

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You tried to cover your flustered cheeks as you let Miguel rest his head against your lap. Lately, you wasn't sure what was going on with Miguel. Perhaps that situation with his experiment really did make him see the light, somewhat.

Miguel had been a lot kinder to you lately. You, being blinded by love, were falling for each gesture he did or said. Even now, having his head against your lap made you go over the moon. His warm breathe exhaling against your legs made you shudder.

"If only that Spider-Woman would just answer my questions," Miguel said against your thigh. You shivered at the vibration,

"Why...is she so important?"

"She is the key to everything, (Y/N)." Miguel's hands rested against your thighs, "Wouldn't it be great is humans never got sick again? Never had to endure pain like a broken limb?"

"Yes?" You answered, agreeing to those ideas. Miguel grabbed your hands, smirking widly,

"Spider-Woman is the key to starting to free humans of that burden! Her advance abilities will be the start of a greater future!"

You could feel your heart racing as Miguel grew closer to you. His face only inches away as he held your hands so firmly. This was the look of a madman, but one you couldn't help but look away from. Melting into his touch, you started to think irrationally,

"Maybe...I can try and call her again...for you?" You offered. Miguel just smirked, stroking your cheek,

"Would you be a good girl and do that for me?"

Oh, you felt like turning into putty. You weren't sure if it was his sexy tone, or what he said, but you felt your panties get damp. You wanted Miguel to pin you to this desk and become a different kind of experiment for him.

Miguel just hummed in response as you scooted off his desk. You needed to leave before your mind got anymore hazy. You hurried to your office first, needing a moment to quickly relieve yourself. It drove you mad how much Miguel turned you on.

"How am I going to survive that health exam?" You whined.

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Miguel inhaled deeply as you left. Despite his struggle to entertain you, you were still falling into his trap. All Miguel had to do was twist his words for you to keep agreeing with him. For him to find moral reasons for you to want to agree with him.

However; you were proving to have an effect on Miguel. He wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but Miguel knew that he was starting to like your expressions. Those desperate, needy looks on your face whenever he draws near.

Excitement rose in his chest. It was disturbing since Miguel only found joy when tormenting a soul into his making. Then again, this was essentially the same thing. Miguel was just twisting you into being his perfect little pet.

Having you sit on his desk like a trophy was the first step.

Deciding to work on reports until you came back, Miguel felt somewhat bored. He had no experiments lined up and no you to corrupt. Miguel needed something to entertain him.

"Lyla, is that chemical we made a few months ago still have an effect to make people mad?"

"Yes, sir."

"Is our competition still planning on wooing the citizens of downtown Nueva York?"

"Yes, sir." Lyla responded. Miguel's devilish smirk returned,

"Perfect. It would be a shame if that chemical accidently leaked into their water supply. Whatever would our competitors do when they people attack them?"

"Already spreading the toxin. Aren't you worried about Spider-Woman going down there and saving them? (Y/N) might get hurt." Lyla explained. Miguel just scoffed,

"You doubt my power of words? I can get anyone to do what I please."

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You were hesitant. This was a bad idea. You knew that Miguel was always going to ask for more, but how could you say no? You weren't thinking straight when you told him that you'd get Spider-Woman. You were talking with your pussy heart. You were talking with your heart.

"Hello, I was told that you wanted to see me again," You said lowly, sticking outside Miguel's office window.

"Yes, please come in!"

"Um, I think I'll stay right here." You hesitated, perching against the window. Miguel's face twisted slightly,

"I won't ask for a blood sample, rather I just have some questions I wanted answered."

"Okay....just questions," You whispered, hesitating to enter.

You weren't afraid of what questions Miguel had, you were more afraid of telling him everything.

"Lyle, record mode." Miguel hummed before taking a seat before you, "Why don't we start with something simple? Such as, your abilities?"

"Ah, right. Well, for starters I can stick to any surface through my hands and feet. Um, I believe I have super human strength because the heaviest thing I lifted was a car-"

"All Public Eye members report, crowds of violent civilians are attacking-"

"Oh, I should go and help." You gasped, hearing your radio, "I'm sorry, I'll be-"

"Why?" Miguel questioned. You knew that look all too well, "Do you always have to rush head first into danger?"

"People need help-"

"But are they worth you sacrificing yourself all the time?" Miguel stood and pulled up security footage, "This is something small that the Public Eye can handle. You don't need to help every single person."

"But...as a hero, I should at least try-"

"To keep yourself healthy and safe." Miguel spat, sitting you back down, "If you handled every single problem, then where is the time for you? You're going to hurt yourself dealing with meager issues such as this."

"You're saying I should ignore people in need of help?" You felt your heart sink.

Not from Miguel's words, but from you wanting to agree with him. Lately, you've been so exhausted from helping every person you came by. You thought it was part of the hero life, but Miguel was making sense. You needed time for yourself.

"I'm saying, not everyone needs a Super Hero like yourself," Miguel whispered in your ear.

You hesitated, but eventually lowered the volume on your radio. You knew this wasn't the right thing, but it did make you feel better since Miguel was giving you the laydown.

"Now, please continue."

"Right! Stick to walls, super strength, oh, I have this like warning tingle for danger. Um, I can shoot webs from my wrist. Hm, my agility and stamina seems to have improved." You ranted before thinking about what else you could do.

"All units! I repeat, all units! New Super Villain threat appearing in uptown Nueva York!"

"Ah! This I really have to take!" You gasped, "Super villains now a days are no joke. Sorry I had to cut this short again, but I'll be back."

Before Miguel could say anything, you dashed right out the window. Hopefully, that would be enough information for Miguel to be please for now. Either way, you had a villain to stop!

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Miguel roared in anger as he threw his chair across the room. Why? Why did fate have to go against him? You were being obedient! You were listening to him and answering his questions! Miguel wanted more! He needed more!

"Stamina, hm?" Miguel whispered to himself, attempting to calm down.

As he fixed his hair, Miguel has Lyla pull up a video of you from last night. Miguel needed to calm down until you came back. Leaning back in his seat as the windows dimmed, Miguel chuckled as he watched you lay in your bed, crying out his name.

"I question the stamina," He hummed as your fingers worked furiously, "If I were to make her mine, then the child would only have a fourth of perfect genes. It must be higher."

Unamused with the thought, Miguel continued to watch videos of you until his anger calmed down.

After two hours, you had finally returned to the office. Miguel was unamused as you entered, apologizing profusely. Your fight had taken too long, but Miguel couldn't say that. Patting his desk, Miguel watched as you slowly made your way, taking a seat.

"Good job on bringing me Spider-Woman," Miguel hummed, planting his face against your lap.

"Ah-"

"Hm?" Miguel raised a brow as he sat up, "What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing-"

"(Y/N), you know how I dislike lies." Miguel spat. You proceeded to whimper, causing him to sigh, "I won't get mad at you."

"It's not...that. When I was um, looking for Spider-Woman...this weird new villain appeared...and I got caught in the cross fire. M-my leg still hurts." You told him.

Miguel furrowed his brows, his chest tightening up. You were getting hurt while playing the hero! He could not have that! Rolling up your skirt slowly, Miguel searched for the wound. How could you be so reckless and get injured?

His trophy can't get hurt.

Rolling your stocking down, Miguel hissed at the suction cup marking on your legs. They were red, swollen and sore. Pulling out his first aid kit, Miguel was careful as he started to treat your wounds. He can't have you hurt. Not when you were going to bear his perfect advance human children.

"Ah! Migs, that stings," You whimpered, holding back tears. Miguel lazily glared up at you,

"Then stop getting hurt." He spat and noticed your tears, "Only I'm the one who can bring you pain."

"N-Now you're being mean," You cried as he worsen the pain from cleaning your wound, "I try my best."

"Well it isn't good enough," Miguel wrapped up your first scar and sighed heavily, "If you can't be safe alone, then ask for help."

Miguel knew that there weren't any other heroes around. Just you. He continued to treat your wounds, listening to you hiss and cry. He can't risk you getting hurt anymore. You needed to get off the streets, which meant someone else had to replace you.

Feeling an idea pop into his mind. Miguel felt his wicked smile return as he looked up at you.

"W-What?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. Miguel finished with your last wound and shot up,

"I'm a genius!" He roared in laughter before squishing your cheeks together, "You just gave me an idea. Go home and rest, we have a big, big day tomorrow,"

"Ah, okay...Thank you, Miguel." You whispered, fixing your skirt.

Miguel kept laughing to himself as he paced across his office. If you refused to stop being Spider-Woman, then that just meant that someone had to take your role. Someone who had the same abilities as you.

A Spider-Man, perhaps?

Miguel was going to have to play the waiting game on this. He needed to make a carbon copy of you, as him. Miguel couldn't afford to die on his own table. Not when he was going to rob you of your precious life and help him make the future of humans.

"(Y/N), my dear (Y/N), I'll make sure no one will cross our paths. Who needs a hero when I can trample over everyone as a Villain?"

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[pooks]

"Alright, fine!" Ichiji snapped and regretted it when Sanji stiffened. He forced himself to take a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Fine...we'll save them, then."

The rain slowly ceased, although they were already soaked to the bone. Luffy, their captain, looked from left to right at the brothers and yet, he said nothing. Perhaps he understood that this particular discussion was between him and Sanji? Who knows when their captain's mind was a puzzle that was impossible to solve?

"We'll do it your way, then." Ichiji said. "But remember this, Sanji. I am not saving Judge or those two ingrates for their sake. Not for them and not for Germa. I'm doing this for you. I would gladly let them rot. I'm not oew Judge anything, not after what he did to Mother, not after what he did to me and certainly not after what he did to you. But I love you more than my own life. If you want to save their pitiful lives, then...I'll do it. For you."

Sanji was the one with a pure heart. His goodness came second to their mother's, whom Ichiji remembers as the symbol of unconditional love.

As for Ichiji...he had always known that he'll burn in hell. He was a sinner. A monster and yet...he wanted to become a human. He was born as an unforgivable monster, he has raised his hands to hurt Sanji and abused him through fists and words. He has spent the last thirteen years atoning for his sins; to cherish, protect and love Sanji and he'll continue to do that until he died.

"Ichiji. You're also a human, you know." Luffy suddenly said with a straight expression directed at the redhead.

He gritted his teeth. Lies...a voice in his mind, which sounded a lot like Judge, hissed. He's lying, you're an irredeemable monster. You're a weapon, Germa's pride and the next king. Your mother is dead because of you...you raised your hands against your brother and watched him waste away in the dungeons. You're a sinner!

"I'm not a human, I'm a monster pretending to be someone else!" Ichiji snapped. "I deserve to be executed for my crimes!"

"Take that back!" Sanji suddenly yelled at him. He jumped up onto his feet with balled fists, trembling shoulders and tears running down his face. "Take those words, you've done more for me than those scum!"

"You don't know anything!" Ichiji shouted at him, ignoring how tears welled up in his eyes. "I beat you up! I yelled at you, insulted you! I kicked you when you were down and crying! I said you were a failure, I said that I hated you and I wished you gone! You're supposed to hate me, you idiot!"

"You don't hate me." Sanji said. "If you hated me...then you wouldn't have taken my hand and escaped to the Orbit with me. You wouldn't have nearly starved to death at that fucking rock! You wouldn't have held me and comforted me everytime I had a nightmare or when I caught a cold! You wouldn't had joined me to become a pirate...and you wouldn't have fought by my side at every fight. You wouldn't have nearly died for my sake...if you hated me." Sanji inhaled shakily and his next words made Ichiji feel cold with dread.

"You wouldn't had made a deal with Judge and let him torture you for six months, if you hated me."

His normally cool temper exploded.

"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!" Ichiji bellowed at him with tears running freely down his face. His chest felt tight, breathing felt difficult and images of painful memories, filled with agony and misery, filled his mind. "I made sure that you would never know what I did! Why do you know that?!"

"Reiju told me what you did...after I woke up in the dungeons." Sanji said without missing a beat. "You let yourself become tortured, let Judge do so many experiments on you and abused you as "training". Reiju said that you were willing to endure all that, just so I could be free again."

Sanji's next words became the last strike to shatter the walls Ichiji had built around himself.

"If you really was a monster...then you wouldn't be in so much pain."

Ichiji lost all feeling in his legs, letting his knees collapse and meet the soaked ground. He opened a mouth to speak, but he had no words left. His hands grasped at the wet grass.

Conceal your emotions, don't feel them. Don't show them. Don't feel-

"Niisan." Sanji said, his voice filled with warmth and compassion.

Just like Mother...

Before he knew it, Ichiji was sobbing pitifully like a lost child. Hands flew to his face, covering his mouth and failing to surpress those noises. Years of pent up grief and pain finally caught up to him. He was never allowed to grieve Mother, he couldn't let himself shed tears and mourn the loss. He could remember how much everything hurt when he was strapped down on the examination table, when he screamed in agony and cried for his mother. How it felt like every nerve was set on fire.

"...I want to go home." Ichiji sobbed. "I-I miss my books, my typewriter, all my quills and fountain pens...I miss the aquarium, Brook's violin songs a-and the smell of your cooking. How everyone laughed and joked everyday. I miss the sea breeze and the sound of the ocean waves." He inhaled shakily. "Sanji...I want to go home to the Sunny too..."

Two things happened at once and it took him a long moment to process it.

Sanji had rushed to him, embracing him in his arms and Luffy had taken off his hat, pressing it down on Ichiji's red hair.

The captain nodded firmly and smiled at the two brothers. Not Vinsmoke, but adoptive sons of Red Leg Zeff. His cook and his archivist.

Monkey D. Luffy cracked his knuckles and grinned. "Let's crash the wedding! Then we'll go home!"

[exorcqism]

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

„𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘”

𝐂𝐖;; mature content. afab!reader, stoner!choso, mentions of anxiety (once), non-curse/sorcerer AU, no uses of y/n. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓;; it’s finally fall during the mid 90s in shibuya, tokyo, japan. choso is a pretty hard working guy. he works as a bartender at a local bar on the evening shift. his baby brother yuji, who he thoroughly looks after and loves unconditionally, is babysat by some trusted neighbors. they also had a kid, so yuji wasn’t lonely. aside from his tendency to be disassociated, he meets someone so different…yet so alike.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 2.O4K

dark mode recommended

do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; i really like this concept. i just randomly thought of it because i was struggling to make up a plot buttttt i think this gone be good. hope ya enjoyyyy. reblog to support meeee and if you want more :D

another note: might make a part 2 of this. if this does good i’ll do it :P

₊❏❜ ⋮ continue to part two ⌒

it was a breezy autumn morning and sunlight started to creep through the cream curtains that hung up over the window. a groan rattled from under the large navy covers on the king sized bed. an arm slowly slid out from under the covers and pulled it down from over the owner’s head, revealing the one that was hidden underneath.

the digital alarm clock on the nightstand read ‘9:55 AM’. it made the male groan at how early in the morning it was. sitting up, choso would thread his hand hand through his brown medium length hair before slowly getting out of bed.

choso entered the bathroom and took a look at himself. the male wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of joggers with his boxers partially showing underneath. the drawstrings were untied. he didn’t even bother to tie them up again since he was about to shower.

after he had done his hygiene, he would take the rubber bands that were wrapped securely around his wrist and put his hair up in two high ponytails, making sure to tie them tightly. choso would examine the weeping wound across the bridge of his nose before covering it up with a bandage. something he normally did to forget about it being there. it made him insecure.

it was 10 AM now and choso was making breakfast for him and baby yuji. well, he wasn’t really a baby. he was five years old at the time so that meant choso didn’t have to fuss while feeding the pink haired boy baby food and he was old enough to eat foods like scrambled eggs and bacon.

with half-lidded eyes, choso’s signature face of apathy and boredom was plastered onto his pale skin. the male would light a cigarette and inhale the smoke before exhaling again shortly after. he was aware that smoking would lead to his demise but it wasn’t like he cared.

“yuji, wake up.” his deep voice echoed throughout the house, pushing the cigarette back between his lips when he realized that yuji wasn’t answering his call. he glanced at the now cooked food on the counter, carefully placed on two plates before making his way to yuji’s room.

the small boy was sleeping peacefully. curled up in the blankets and hugging the pochita plushie that choso had gotten him for his birthday. choso couldn’t help but smile. he quietly walked over to the bed and sat down on it.

“come on, yuji, get up. i made you breakfast and it’ll get cold if you don’t wake up.” he said quietly, gently rubbing his brother’s shoulder. it took a moment but yuji finally woke up, his eyelids fluttering as he did.

“morning, choso,” yuji answered drowsily. choso smiled and returned the greeting before picking the boy up and carrying him to the kitchen.

“alright, after you eat, get ready to take a bath, okay? you know i have work today and i want you to be ready before later.” choso would place the plate down in front of yuji simply watched as he quickly cleared his plate.

‘i guess i’m the one that needs to finish my food.’ he thought.

bath time was a bit of a hassle…like every other time. yuji would splash water everywhere, getting the bathroom floor and choso wet. the male was lucky to not be wearing his violet eyeshadow because he knew if he wiped the water from his face, it would smear all over his face and sweater.

“calm down. you know that’s more for me to clean.” choso mumbled as he cleaned his baby brother with the soapy rag. yuji would only laugh and play with his bath toys, not completely listening to what choso had to say, regarding the bathroom turning into a watery mess.

noon rolls around and choso is picking out clothes for yuji to wear. it was getting a little cold out, so he made sure to take out a long sleeve shirt, some joggers, and some clean socks that would keep his small feet warm.

though, choso’s shift didn’t start until 5, the male always liked to be ten steps ahead. he’d pack yuji a lunchable and a turkey sandwich, neatly placed in a ziplock bag with two capri-sun’s along with a pack of chips. in yuji’s small backpack, there was his DS with the charger just in case and all of his favorite games, a couple of his action figures just in case he got bored with the DS, pokémon themed headphones, a couple more snacks, and a change of clothes just in case.

“choso, can i take my coloring book too?” yuji asked. the tall male looked down at yuji and sighed.

“your backpack is a bit small, you know. i don’t think your coloring book can fit.” choso said. “unless you want me to get you a bigger bag to take with you.”

“a bigger bag, please.” yuji answered. choso wanted to roll his eyes. everything in the bag was neatly packed. now he had to do it all over again…but in a bigger bag. he couldn’t be angry, though. he wanted yuji to be comfortable while he was away for a few hours.

everything was completely in order when it was time to walk yuji next door. there was a boy around his age that went by the name of megumi. he always looked bored for some reason, which choso thought was odd for a five year old.

“okay, you have a good time. don’t lose anything and keep everything close to you. um…call me if you—” choso rambled until he realized yuji was already off playing with megumi.

“call me if you need me.” he finally added.

choso was at work now. he got there earlier than he usually did, so he was able to clean the space off quickly before starting his shift.

the night went on smoothly. with him being so quiet and disassociated, it was easy for him to avoid interacting with others if he didn’t have to. as he worked, choso’s hair flowed gracefully as he moved around. he didn’t want to look too childish as a twenty three year old man, so he removed his high ponytails in the bathroom. like that morning, he had his rubber bands secured around his wrist, worn as bracelets.

that’s when you entered the bar area. you’d sit down on one of the stools, watching as each bartender made their way around. tonight was one of your nights where you just wanted to get away from your life’s problems. you needed a break.

“can i help you?” a tall male with medium length brown hair and tired eyes spoke. his voice was deep as if he hadn’t spoke in a while. his voice catches you off guard but you play it off and throw a small smile on your face.

you order yourself a strawberry lemonade that came with a cute little lemon on the side of the glass. you also ended up getting some mozzarella sticks that came with both ranch and marinara sauce. you weren’t much of a picky person, so you dipped the cheese sticks into both condiments.

“how long have you worked here?” you start, trying to spark a conversation with the male that served you. you noticed that he was getting ready to go on break. he had a pack of cigarettes sitting on the counter with a black lighter on top.

he had a black earring in the cartilage of his left ear, a couple rings on both of his hands, and violet eyeshadow around his eyes. that’s what made him look like he didn’t get any proper sleep.

he had on a black formal shirt with black pants. the same outfit the other bartenders had on. the only difference is that he wore black combat boots and everyone else had on sneakers.

choso was a bit taken aback by the question since no one else really asked him anything unless it was work related.

“for a couple years now.” he replied, his deep voice catching you off guard again. “i have a little brother to take care of. i just need money to keep the house up.”

you watch as he picks up the pack of cigarettes, his rings scraping the counter as he did. the lighter clicked before it finally caught a flame.

“you come here a lot?”

“oh, no…i only come here occasionally. tonight just so happened to be one of those nights.” you answer. life was truly kicking you in the ass. with college and everything shaking up your schedule, you found it a bit hard to focus.

“i see,” choso mumbled, taking a drag from his cigarette before pushing the pack towards you, subtly offering you a cigarette to alleviate your nerves. you weren’t a smoker and usually your first instinct would be to kindly decline the offer but this time you went against that.

the two of you talked for as long as you could, managing to get free refills on your lemonade without being charged at all. if you asked any one else, you’d be coming out fifty cents each time you wanted a refill.

you realized that the more you spoke to choso, the more you seemed to take a liking to him. the two of you weren’t the social types and you both usually kept to yourselves. there was a list of things you two had in common. the only difference was the fact that you didn’t have to worry about any younger siblings.

the night ended with the two of you exchanging numbers. you both seemed to really like each other.

choso had come home from work, carrying yuji back to his room because he had fallen asleep while spending his time with megumi and anyone else who may have arrived at the neighbor’s home.

he stared at the phone number on his wrist and he sighed. he enjoyed you. it was the first time he was actually pretty engaged in a conversation with anyone and not disassociating himself. but he couldn’t do it. he didn’t have time for a girlfriend.

he didn’t have the time to fall in love. he had better things to worry about. he couldn’t sit around worrying his tired mind about a woman that he just met.

choso was in deep thought, lying in his bed comfortably with his hair sprawled out over the pillow and his eyes closed, occasionally running a finger across his nose to make sure the bandage was still covering his nose. the male had on his usual tan sweater and some black baggy pants and white socks.

he was in a state of peace. the house was quiet and there wasn’t anyone to bother him. not even his odd intrusive thoughts came in to disturb him. but that peace was derailed when he felt a smaller pair of hands touch his.

“who’s number is this?” yuji asked, holding onto choso’s hand to read the number. he would mumble the numbers to himself. choso exhaled from his nose. it was a start since he wanted yuji to learn his numbers.

“no one’s. i just wrote them down when i was at work.” choso replied, keeping his bored, apathetic expression on his face but this response only made the little pink haired boy smile.

“is it a girl? do you have a girlfriend?”

suddenly, choso could feel the heat rising up in his cheeks, now having a flustered expression. a complete turnaround from his usual appearance.

“no, it isn’t a girl—it…it’s just a couple numbers.” choso was stumbling over his words, trying his hardest not to sound embarrassed by the sudden question.

“do you like her?”

choso sighed, realizing that yuji wasn’t letting up. hiding the truth wasn’t much of an option anymore. the male would smile a bit at his little brother and ruffle his hair gently.

“listen. we have a lot in common and she’s really pretty…i just don’t have the time for a relationship. i have to take care of you, i have work, and i have appointments. you know my anxiety is really bad.” choso rambled. “i’m always nervous about this stuff and—”

“choso?”

“huh? yes?”

“calm down.”

𝐄𝐍𝐃.

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[adrift-in-thyme]

Fairy!Time and Minish!Four with the situation being one of the Colors is injured so they can't reform Four or return to normal size

Four and Time my beloveds. I fully intend to write more scenes with them in the future

Fic beneath the cut

Cw for blood and injury

Vio lies on his side on the ground, curled in on himself. Every inhale is a choked hiccup; every exhale shudders. He is as pale as the pearly white wildflowers that tower above them, piercing the sky. The blood that runs down from his middle, coursing past crimson-drenched fingers, is in stark contrast to the emerald blades of grass that wall them in.

“This is bad,” Red chokes, hand pressed to his mouth.

“You think?” Blue snaps. “We can’t go reform with Vio injured! And we definitely can’t revert to normal size!”

Green watches the two of them argue as he kneels beside Vio, the hero’s head propped on his lap.

“But you can heal him.” He tears his gaze from them, sets it on the god-torn face of his friend. “Right?”

Time doesn’t look up. His attention is on the violet clad boy, hands hovering over the wound.

“Yes,” he says, calmly.

His wings wave gently. They are spread on either side of him like a protective barrier between the four shards of one and the outside world. Dire as the situation may be, Green can’t stop his gaze from flicking to them repeatedly. They gleam in the midday sun, panes of stained glass the color of the sky, of blood.

“I can heal him.”

The others grow quiet at his somber words. Vio’s breath hitches.

“It will take much of you-your strength though, won’t it?” Even pain and blood loss cannot dim the gleam in Vio’s eyes. Always thinking. Always analyzing.

“Your wings…you’re n-not a normal fairy.”

Time smiles, soft and grim. “That much is true.”

The dust floating around him like a halo grows thicker, more potent. Time’s eye slides shut. His fingertips graze the very edges of the ragged river carved through Vio.

“And healing is not as easy for me as it is for some of my kin. I am skilled at it, nonetheless.” He sighs and the exhale seems to echo in Green’s aching ears. “Remain still. I promise it won’t hurt.”

There is not much to show that the healing is taking place. Only the slight spread of the thickened fairy dust, a dim glow traveling from Time’s hands to Vio’s wound. But Green stares anyway. All of them do.

He has seen — and felt — a fairy heal his wounds more than once, both as a whole being and while split. Watching his friend do it, however, his brother whom he had never guessed harbored such a secret (and whom had willingly shared this secret in order to find and rescue them), is different.

And the feel of it, the ease of the pangs that had gradually grown in his abdomen the longer Vio suffered, is more gentle, more caring than any other fairy prior.

When the older hero pulls back and the glow disappears, Green hardly knows it. The magic fades in dying whispers, a mere breeze that calmed a hurricane. He is left soothed, painless in its wake.

“You will need to rest,” Time murmurs, exhaustion thick in his tone. “But the danger is passed. If you wish to reunite, I think the only side effect would be fatigue.” He inclines his head. “Only you truly understand the nature of the magic you all use, however. If you don’t yet feel ready to become one and regain your original size, I will stay with you until you are.”

Vio blinks dazedly up at him. There is more color in his cheeks now that the bleeding has stopped.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “But there is no need for you to stay.”

“You’ve done so much,” Red puts in.

Blue nods. “We can take care of ourselves now.”

“We will reform once Vio’s rested,” Green says. Even to his tired eyes, Time looks ready to collapse. To mend such a severe wound could not have been a simple feat. “And then we’ll head back to camp. We’ll be alright, I promise.”

Time gazes at them all. Then, he smiles.

“Would a little company really be so terrible?” He cocks his head. “I would like to know more about these powers of yours, if you’re willing to share.”

“Of course, we would enjoy your company,” Green says with a grin. “And we would be happy to explain our power to you.”

“Only if you’re up for explaining yours,” Blue remarks, flopping down beside the two other pieces of himself. Red follows suit.

Time chuckles. “My secret is already known. There is no reason to hold back what I know of this form.”

Vio’s eyes brighten anew with that intelligent fire of his. And Green can’t help but smile as he asks his questions — voice growing stronger with each one — and Time, aglow with magic, wings still reflecting the sun in jagged prisms of warning…begins to answer them.

[strniohoeee]

helloo I have a Chris request. Y/N and Chris are dating. One night at the triplets place after smoke sesh, they go up to the kitchen to make food, while the pasta cooks they start making out and Chris eats her out, they end up having sex on the table.

Cinnamon

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N pops the triplets cherry for smoking weed, she smokes with them. Things are going good till Chris begins to feel some type of way🥀

Warnings⚠️: Uhhh smoking weed, and smut that’s about it! They was high and they was fuckinnnn🗣️

Song for the imagine: Ice Cream- Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Method Man, Cappadonna

⚠️This a 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Back to You Maybelline Queen let’s make a team

You can have everything in this world except CREAM

I wouldn’t classify myself as a heavy smoker, but I liked to get high here and there. When I became friends with the triplets I was really scared to tell them thinking they’d judge me, but they didn’t care

I never smoked around them….was I high around them uhhh that’s a different story. I never offered them to smoke with me, or forced them. After a while they did start to get curious about what it’s like to be high

Tonight we planned to have a sleepover where we’d all smoke, and I’d babysit them to make sure they were okay. I had a medical card so my weed was great. I brought two joints both a hybrid of Indica and Sativa, my favorite.

Hybrids are the best to me. I feel good, relaxed, no anxiety. I get the munchies. I'm always laughing, and then I have the best sleep ever. Everyone’s first time smoking is different, but I believe depending on who you surround yourself with will determine if you’ll be good or anxious.

I absolutely hated blunts, the tobacco leaves always making me sick and giving me the worst high of my life, so I would never do that to them.

I had gotten to the triplets house two hours ago, and we ate pizza and watched movies before we decided to smoke. I wanted their stomach full, and I wanted them to be calm

“Alright are we ready” I said grabbing my tin can with my joints in it and wiggling my brows

“I’m so nervous, but I’m ready” Nick said

“It’s fun trust me, and if anything yall will get super tired and knock out” I told them

“I’m readyyy” Matt said standing up

We went outside to their yard and sat in a circle

“Alright let me lay down some facts and some rules” I said as I took the first joint out and closing the can

“One pull per person…you want to ease into the high, we rotate it counterclockwise and try not to have it unravel” I said to them

“YES” they said saluting me

“Also when you inhale try not to inhale too much because you will cough, and it will fucking burn” I said laughing

“I mean yall never done this, so you will cough” I said laughing

“Show us how it’s done” Chris said

“Oh another thing….not to be weird, but smoking weed can make you super horny” I said laughing and grabbing my lighter

“OH GOD” Nick said

“But it’s not always, everybody’s different” I said as I lit the joint

I watched as it lit up, and I took a pull. Letting it into my lungs before breathing it out

“See very simple” I said looking at them

“Alright Chris you’re up” I said passing it to Chris on my left

He brought the joint to his lips and pulled, inhaling it into his chest and then exhaling

“Not too bad” he said passing it to Nick

Nick grabbed the joint, and inhaled….A BIG INHALE

“OH MY GOD” he said as he blew the smoke out and started to cough

“Nick that was too big” I said laughing at him, and he just kept coughing and taking a sip of his water

Matt inhaled, and exhaled nicely

“Nick you’re a pussy that wasn’t bad” Matt said as he passed the joint to me

Within 10 minutes we finished the joint, and I could tell they were all high, but I’m sure they didn’t feel it

“Yall are so fucking high” I said looking at them

“I am not” Chris said as his eyes were droopy and half lidded

“Yeah you are trust me you’ll feel it” I said laughing at them

Within 15 minutes they were so fucking high

“Nah this shit is too good” Matt said

“I told you it’s so relaxing” I said

We all started talking and laughing at everything

“Are my eyes open?” Nick asked me

“Yes” I said laughing at him

“Are you sure? Because they feel closed” he said

“They’ll feel like that but they are open I promise” I said to him

We were all talking so slow, and it was the funniest thing ever

“Yo I’m so fucking glad we got high together” I said to them

“Me too this is so much fun” Chris said

About 20 minutes later I was hungry

“I’m hungryyyy anybody want pasta?” I asked

“YES OMG YES” Nick said

“Chris come with me” I said and grabbed him

We both walked back into the house as Nick and Matt stood outside

I grabbed the pot, and put water to boil

“I need salt” I said to Chris

“It’s up down there somewhere” he said blinking slowly

“That wasn’t English” I said laughing

“Sorry it’s there” he said pointing to the table

I grabbed the salt and salted the water waiting for it to boil

“I’m so fucking horny” Chris randomly blurted out

“I told you it could happen” I said looking at him

“Like I have never felt my dick this hard” he said adjusting himself

“Alright horn dog” I said laughing at him

“Sorry” he said laughing

I put the heat down, so it wouldn’t boil too fast and put the pasta in

“I need to bust a nut or something because this is crazy” Chris said sitting down at the table

“Go take care of yourself” I said shooing him

I heard Chris get up, but I didn’t hear him come up behind me. He grabbed me by the waist

“Mmm or you could help me” he said

“That does sound fun” I said turning around to look at him

He immediately smashed his lips to mine, and we began to make out, him pushing me up against the stone slightly

I lost my footing and placed my hand on the stove, accidentally touching the heat level and putting it up without realizing

“Come on baby let me eat your pussy” he said

“Chris you’re dirty” I said smacking him playfully

“Come on” he said and pulled me over to the kitchen table

I sat down, and he slowly removed my sweatpants and my underwear

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked

“Always Chris” I said to him

He got down to his knees, and opened my legs pulling me forward slightly

“Such a pretty pretty pussy” he said looking up at me with droopy eyes

“Fuck Chris” I whispered

He leaned down, and licked a strip up from my entrance to my clit

“Shit” I said shuddering and placing my hands in his hair

He started to lick my clit, and running his tongue from side to side and up and down

“FUCK” I yelled out as my thighs clamped around his head

As he was licking down his nose was bumping into my clit

“Mmm right there baby” I said kind of grinding on his face

He came back up, and started sucking my on clit harshly

“CHRISSSSSS” I moaned out throwing my head back

He pulled away from my pussy. My arousal covering him nose, mouth and chin

“I wanna fuck” he said standing up

“So fuck me then” I said biting my lip

In an instant Chris slid his pants and underwear down to about mid thigh. Swiping his hand on my pussy and using my arousal and his saliva as lube as he stroked his dick

“Ready baby” he asked

“I’m ready” I said

He spat on the head of his dick, and rubbed it against my pussy up and down, slowly pushing the tip in

“Shittt” we both moaned out

Chris bottomed out, and then began to move thrusting in and out at a good speed

“Fuck this feels amazing” he moaned out

He started to pound into me, grabbing my thigh and hooking his arms under them as he pulled me even closer, and started to fuck into me

“FUCK CHRIS OH MY GOD” I yelled out gripping onto the table

“Come on baby come on” he said as he kept pounding into me

The table was taking a beating…I’m sure it wanted to collapse on us

He brought his hand down to my clit and started to rub

“I know you’re close, come on baby milk me” he said pounding into me harder

“You’re so dirty I love it” I moaned out

Chris hips smacked into me three more times before I felt myself coming undone

“FUCK FUCK FUCK” I yelled out and came all over his dick, my thighs shaking and my back lifting off th table

He let me ride out my high before he pulled out of me, stroking his dick before high jaw went slack and he came on my lower stomach

“Fuck that felt amazing” he said trying to catch his breath, and picking up his pants

“So fucking good Chris” I said as I sat up and jumped down to pick up my underwear and pants from the floor

All of a sudden we heard water beginning to overflow and saw steam

“Oh shit the pasta” I said scurrying over to the stove and shutting the water off

Chris came over laughing, and grabbing a wet paper towel to clean his cum off of me

“Thanks baby” I said kissing his cheek

“Anytime” he said winking at me

I put my underwear on and my pants, and Chris and I washed our hands

We drained the pasta and suddenly Matt and Nick bursted inside

“WHERE THE FUCK IS THE PASTA” Matt yelled walking into the kitchen

“Perfect timing! Now we just need to heat up some sauce” I said to them

“Yay I’m so hungry” Nick said sitting at the table

Matt went to sit where we just fucked, and forgot to clean up

“I WOULDNT sit there” I said yelling the first part

“What why?” He said getting scared

“Chris already claimed that spot, and he tried to kill me when I said I wanted it” I said lying through my teeth

“Oh! Okay” Matt said walking back to sit by Nick

We finished making the pasta and we all sat and ate it. Laughing and talking, and eventually Nick and Matt fell asleep on the couch, so Chris and I cleaned the kitchen and table, and put the food away

We covered Nick and Matt in blankets and shut off the lights, and then headed to Chris room to watch tv and fall asleep

The End

This was my last request and I loved doing them, but now I can’t wait to start writing my ideas🤭🖤Dude thank you so much for 407 followers🥹🫶🏽🫶🏽 I just had 300 something this is amazing

-J💅🏽

[ticklystuff]

Day 12: Fiction

a/n: ler!hu tao, lee!furina — from my own personal tickletober list!

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"Must we really do this?"

"Of course! New experiences will only help to improve your creative output!"

Furina couldn't disagree with that sentiment, she had to admit, as her own set of experiences was quite lacking, yet even this felt a tad.. extreme. Her mouth forced itself into a hesitated smile as her eyes met with Director Hu's, feeling quite shrewd in the moment, her waist straddled snugly under the director's weight.

"I can just edit the script," she suggested with a nervous laugh. "The scene, it doesn't specifically need the tickling written in, you know?"

"Oh, no, no, no," Tao promptly shook her head, "you mustn't stifle yourself when met with impasse."

"B-But what I'm not even ticklish? Then how am I supposed to properly convey the scene? Better to just write it out, no?"

Behind her quivered voice, Furina's reasoning was sound; she, in fact, had never been tickled once in her life, nor has anyone ever attempted, and apparently, this was evident enough in her initial draft for her recent script, as Director Hu criticized the scene with comments like "The scene flows naturally up until this point," and "Why do you write laughter like that?" And as much as she looked up to her new friend, finding inspiration in her refined approach to Liyue poetry, Director Hu could certainly be the eccentric in her more unconventional methods when it came to her own writing.

"Then it'll only take a brief moment to find out," she brought her hands up wiggle her fingers in the air, flashing a wink in the process, "and besides, I think the scene would overall beneficial to revealing an extra layer to the characters. It would show your audience the level of trust the two have for each other in an intimate, yet playful display. It just needs a bit of fine-tuning."

"I.. suppose," Furina mumbled, still not keen on the idea.

"Okay, well, ready?"

"What?!" Furina's eyes widened to the nod Director Hu had given her. "I-I mean no, but, I guess?"

"Okay, then on three," Tao said, holding up her fingers to start the countdown. "One.."

Furina inhaled a deep breath, steadying her nerves.

"Two.."

Her eyes squeezed shut, expecting the worst.

"Three-"

"Waitwaitwaitwait!" Furina's cried frantically as she grabbed at Tao's hands, stopping her in the process.

"Aiya, I haven't even done anything yet!"

"I know, I know!" she breathed, shakiness behind each exhale. "I wasn't ready, but hold on... Okay, I think I'm alright."

Tao rolled her eyes and giggled, bringing her hand up once again. "Okay, on three," she started. "One.."

Furina inhaled a deep breath, steadying her nerves.

"Two.."

Her eyes squeezed shut, expecting the wor- "A-AgH!! You sahahaid on threhehehee!"

"You would've stopped me again!" Tao said pointedly, digging her fingers into Furina's torso. "And ooohhh, looks like you are ticklish!"

It didn't register in Furina's brain that she was actually being tickled in the moment; her focus immediately shifted to the foreign sensations shooting through her body to her brain and the amount of helpless laughter that she was somehow managing to produce. Tickling as a whole was strange to her as there should be no way someone's body should be reacting to such harmless movements and yet here she was, erratically wiggling about on the floor, unpolished noises flowing from mouth, her arms limp at her side, unable to process how she should go about handling the commotion inside her head. Strangely enough, though.. she didn't hate it.

"Wahahahait! Pause, pahahahause!"

And Director Hu did exactly that, removing her hands to give Furina the breather she needed to think, to process everything she felt in just those short seconds. "Well?" Tao asked, looking down at Furina. "That should suffice, no?"

Furina huffed for breath, face tinged with the slightest of pink, conflicted with her thoughts. "I... I think I need a little bit more. Just to make sure I really get things down."

The director's eyes seemingly brightened, a spark to her smile. "I'm happy to help!"

[babygirl-riley]

I love angst, can I make a request? y/n having crush on Ghost and them finding out that he had a lover that died. Only if you are not busy 🥹 Thank you!

Ghostly Lover

Ghost has always been your major crush and before you can even tell him, he confides with you.

“Invisible machinery, these moving parts inside of me. Well theyve been shutting down for quite sometime. Leaving only rust behind.”

A/N: Omgggg you had me have so many ideas. So I hope this one was something you had in mind! Also I am never busy for request! I love having them 🖤🖤

Warnings: angst, like seriously pure angst, mentions of cancer, minor character death, soft!ghost, swearing

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

You had liked Ghost for years now, ever since being introduced to the team. At first he was distant and never truly paid any attention to anyone. Which was fine. He would come and sit but never engage. After landing on the tarmac he would pace and be the first one out. It made everyone wonder if he had a lass back at home. He would deny which eventually you thought it was true.

You knocked on your captain’s office waiting for his gruff voice to beckon you in. You stepped in closing the door behind you. “Everthin’ alright Sargent?”

You nodded little nervous to even ask the question. But both Gaz and Soap asked and got shot down. Soap mentioned that you were basically Captain’s long lost daughter so maybe he would answer you. You also wanted an answer kill the rumors and he done with it.

“Yeah yeah Cap just have a question.” You started smiling as you took a seat in front of the desk.

Price looked over you before shaking his head. “Nope not my business.” You gave a quizzed look before opening your mouth and shutting it. “You ask Ghost not me.”

“How did you…”

Price looked up from his papers once more and sighed. “Kid I have been hearing non stop asking from Soap and Gaz randomly has an interest in it as well. It doesn’t take a donkey to know what’s going on.”

You sighed leaning back into the chair. “We tried he doesn’t give us an answer.”

Price frowned before placing his pen down and leaning in. “Sargent, sometimes when people don’t say anything means they don’t want no one to know. Maybe this is one of these moments. Leave the man be.”

So you left it at that, felt like an asshole and told Soap and Gaz the same. So everyone dropped it. It wasn’t until the past two years he became more involved with the team. Coming to bars. Playing cards. Everything up the nine yards. You and him particularly became closer. You noticed that he would be keeping an eye out for you on missions and the same thing for you. Making sure each other’s backs were covered.

You both would banter back and forth with each other. Playful always. Ghost isn’t the touch type however, small touches will be played against your clothes or pat on the shoulder. Something that he wouldn’t do around the others or to others. It just fed your mind more your crush turning into a like.

It wasn’t until now you wanted to tell him. Couldn’t hide it anymore. Both of you worked together and it was just getting harder and harder not to show it. Finally when the team went out for celebrations you asked him if he wanted a smoke. He agreed and followed you out.

It was quiet for a moment listening to the cars passing by. You inhaled the cigarette you held before exhaling. “I like you Ghost.” You mumbled.

It went quiet again, you damn near thought he didn’t hear you from the no response that was suppose to come after. You were about to leave it as that and move on, not even making eye contact with him. “You can’t.” He said quickly not looking at you as well.

You snapped your head up to him. “And why can’t I?” You sounded irritated and as you should have. What gives for him to tell you that you shouldn’t.

Ghost shook his head. “Because ya don’t need to, kid”

You stood there for a moment before shaking your head. “Why?”

Ghost looked up at you, reading your eyes. He has known that you liked him for awhile, deep down he did but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to tell you but at the same time he wanted to. You both stared for a moment before he inhaled. “‘Cause anyone that does dies and rather keep ya alive.”

Ghost didn’t move after you blinked couple of times. “Ghost I won’t…”

“Kid,” He looked away before taking an inhale of his cigarette. “‘M also in love with someone and I don’ think anyone can replace her.”

“Oh,” You said quietly, this is one of these moments, you could hear Price’s voice in the back of your mind. Despite that voice you sighed and mumbled. “Could have started with that.”

Ghost felt bad that all this time of showing he felt the same, now that it was brought up it was gone. Not gone that he didn’t feel anything but guilt. Guilt was hitting his chest. His wife. What would she think? What would she do? Ghost sighed. “Why all the subtle hints then?” You asked look at him.

There it was. He was hoping that it wouldn’t have gotten this far. For you to confess all that. “I don’t know.”

You scoffed. “This is embarrassing,” you punched the bridge of your nose. “Well I am going to go now. I will see you inside.”

Ghost looked back down at you, watching as you looked away, started to head out. He felt bad that you were embarrassed, he hated that he made you feel that way. “She’s been dead for couple of years,” You stopped in your tracks, slowly looked over at him. “Cancer, terminal fucking cancer,” He paused scoffing, he wanted to stop talking wanting to shut up. He has told no one besides Price. Price was the only one who knew. Now you do. “It’s not that ya not amazing ‘cause you are it’s just…”

“I’m not her.” You finished half smiling. “It makes sense,” He gave you a quick confused look, he thought there was going to be a slap or yell but you were calm, happy? “You would be so anxious to leave years ago and just the last couple it’s like you never want to leave.”

Ghost looked away, shrugged, and sighed. “When you joined she was diagnosed, so getting home to her so I could spend time…it was important to me,” Ghost didn’t look at you the whole time. Looking ahead of him or to the side. “I wish I could move on, I’ve tried. She told me to, to move on and find someone. Just can’t.”

You frowned and nodded, your heart hurting for him. “I’m sorry LT.”

Ghost sighed. “Doesn’ matter anymore, kid. I just don’t want you to chase something that isn’t worth chasin’”

It was quiet for a moment, listening to the surroundings. “You would be to me but I won’t because your heart belongs to her and I won’t get in the middle of that.”

Ghost was shocked in his head. You respecting his boundaries and saying that made him respect you. Ghost nodded as he looked down at you. God he wish he could move on, your personality was similar to his lost lover. Deep down he missed the soft touches, the going out, the laughter, the warmth of someone he called home. He just couldn’t. You weren’t her. And you planned on not being her. Which he appreciated.

“Ya find someone who will want to. It’s just not me.” He said trying to sound encouraging.

You sighed and nodded. “Maybe Soap?” You smirked knowing how he would respond.

Ghost almost choked his cigarette. “Not that bloke. Let me look around before ya knee deep in mud yeah?”

You chuckled and shook your head. “No this isn’t your game to play Ghost. Besides I am a big girl you know.” You said patting his chest before heading inside.

Ghost shook his head and chuckled lowly. “‘Ight but don’t come cryin’ to me if he does somethin’ crazy.”

You put your hand on the handle of the bar. Inside you were sad not only being rejected but because Ghost was in pain that you couldn’t understand. You haven’t been through that pain yet. So you couldn’t understand but you can be there for him. “Ghost,” He locked eyes with you. “If you want to talk more about anything I am here for you.”

Ghost’s mind raced, he could just go on a couple of dates. Maybe explore this. Just his heart ached knowing that it could have been his ex-wife. The whole time he would imagine it was her, thinking about her smile and not yours. Ghost just nodded as you walked inside.

However, he can’t go chasing after ghosts yet he will always be chasing after hers.

[turn-my-hollow-purple]

hiiiiiiii~ 💖

could you write and Roy Mustang x fem!reader please!

… an office scenario would be cool 👉👈

Corporate Mustang

warnings: mdni, nsfw, unprotected sex, office smut (fem!reader)

“You requested to see me?” You say as you enter Roy Mustang’s office. 

The colonel’s office was clean and simple. The white walls and the dark brown desk and chair were always clean and organized. His desk had a phone and a large stack of papers, which were probably unread and not filed. 

“Yes I did. How are you?” He asked, a small smirk on his lips. 

You weren’t one for casual small talk and you inhaled sharply. 

“I’m fine, sir. Why did you ask for me?” 

“I needed you to file some paper work for me on some important matters.” 

That wasn’t a common request you got from him, it had only happened twice, maybe a third time but that’s pushing it. As a Sergeant, you didn’t often file the colonel’s important paper work so it was a strange request from him. 

“I’m sorry? File your paper work?” You asked confused. 

“Yes, I’d appreciate that. Let me organize them,” he mumbled and started flipping through the papers, his eyes wandering back and forth between you and the papers. 

You had been on a leave for three months and had just gotten back two weeks ago and everyone had been babying you since then. You had left because you got in a serious injury that left you barely able to walk with your right leg and you were ready to actually do things. 

“Are you sure you don’t have any actual assignments for me?” You asked politely. 

He looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. “Oh, I forgot about your injury,” he mumbled, continuing to stack papers. It honestly sounded as though he had forgotten about your injury and wanted you to file his papers, which made you feel a bit better about yourself if you were being honest. 

“You did?” 

“Yes I did. How are you doing regarding that?” 

You didn’t understand why Mustang kept trying to make small talk but it was irking you slightly. You had a job to get done. 

“I’m fine, it’s completely healed which is why I want an actual assignment,” you mumbled, passive aggressively. 

He smirked and let out a low laugh. “After this, I promise any major assignments I receive will be given to you.” 

You were greeted with an intense silence filled only with the gently sound of papers shuffling. 

“Can you come here and look at these?” 

You came behind his desk and he started showing you the information for the papers. 

He was standing directly behind you and you could feel his breath on your cheek and you couldn’t lie, it was distracting you. His body was pressed against you and you could feel him inhale and exhale. It was distracting you from whatever words he was saying. 

You couldn’t lie, you had of course noticed how attractive the colonel was when you first met, but you never thought of him romantically or sexually in any way. But all you could think of was his breathing and the way he felt pressed against your-

“Did you catch all that?” 

You froze, wondering how long you had been stuck daydreaming. 

“Sergeant?” He asked again.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I was processing everything,” you mumble, embarrassed. 

“Were you distracted by something?” He asked, his voice not wavering at all as he pressed his body harder against yours. 

You could slightly feel his dick against your back and realized he was ever so slightly hard against you. 

Was the colonel turned on? You thought to yourself. Your thoughts were kinda fuzzy and the thought of mustang being aroused by you honestly turned you on more than you’d like to admit. 

“Hello? Hello! Sergeant?” The colonel called out. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, you could still feel the pressure of him against you. 

“Are you alright?” He asked. 

You were not sure how to answer the question. 

“Dammit, Sergeant. When an officer asks you a question you respond,” he commanded. 

What You just had a feeling he was into degrading and praising. 

“Yes, I am splendid,” you mumbled, slightly out of breath. 

“Are you okay with this?” He whispered into your ear as he put his hands on your waist. 

You swallowed. “Yes, sir.” 

He tightened his grip on your waist and started kissing your neck. You felt his arms wrap around to the front of your body and grasp your shirt. He tugged at it gently and you could tell he wanted you to take it off. You hummed gently as you made to remove your button up. 

He pulled his hands off your body to let you work as he himself stripped off his jacket. You couldn’t move tho, because his hips were pressed against your ass pinning you against his desk. You could feel his hard dick against you. 

In second you were shirtless, just in your bra and your pants and you could feel his cold, hard and against your back. He continued to nip at your neck. 

Honestly you had no idea what was to come, but you were hoping it would be you. 

You gently pressed your ass harder against him and he groaned into your neck. In one swift motion he suddenly unclipped your bra and grasp your breasts in his hands. He gently rubbed his rough thumbs along your nipples causing you to squirm. 

“Do you like that?” He hummed into ear. You nodded and bit your lip. He gently tugged on your pants and you sighed. What was he doing to, turning you into a puddle? 

He quickly pulled your pants off and his followed after and you gaped at his now fully revealed dick. 

It was huge and dripping precum. It was probably seven or eight inches long and was as thick as your fist. 

“Holy shit,” you mumbled. 

He smirked. “Not what you were expecting?” 

“I see why you’re called mustang,” you giggle. He let out a low chuckle. 

“It’s just my last name, darling, but I guess it holds a double meaning.” 

You open your mouth to add a quip but he quickly shoved you over his desk, your hips pressed against the edge and your ass up, fully exposed to him. 

Papers went flying as he adjusted you on his desk. He ran a hand along your spine to your ass and your skin erupted in chills. You gripped the far edge of his desk as his cock continued to brush against your ass. 

He pulled one leg up, closer to the desk and gently rubbed your clit and you moaned loudly. 

“If you don’t shut up, Sergeant,” he threatened. You nodded in response. 

“I’m sorry, s-“

He cut you off by pushing his cock inside of you and you bit down on your lip to keep from screaming out. 

“Oh you feel good,” he hummed, adjusting himself. He squeezed your ass. “Good girl.”

He pulled out of you then quickly rammed back in and grunted. 

He held your leg propped up, and wrapped his arm around it so he could rub your clit as  he continues to pound in and out of you. 

You could feel a knot forming in your stomach as he continued to edge you, bringing you closer to your climax as he overstimulated you. 

“I’m really close,” you mumbled quietly, your hips getting rammed continuously into the desk edge. 

He pushed into you, taking you to your edge until your orgasm spilled out. A mere second later he reached his edge and his orgasm came over him, filling you up as he came. He rode out his orgasm then pulled out of you. 

“Are you okay, Sergeant?” He asked, putting his clothes back on quickly. 

You were partially stunned and your hips hurt and could feel the bruises forming on them already. You nodded. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, that was, wow.” You couldn’t quite find words. You started putting your uniform on as well. 

When you were both fully dressed, he stood in front of you and smirked. “Well as long as you’re good, I need these papers on my desk by tomorrow at 9.”  

[ohtobealady]

I saw that you were asking for one-word prompts... my suggestion is:

Accident

However you want to interpret that.

Thank you!

Well I am sorry. This is angst, pure angst. Season 1 terrible awful angst.

Missing scene from S1E7.

—————-‘,——————

Accident

“I’m alright,” she softly insisted again as she tied the dressing gown sash loosely around her still-damp body. Beneath it, the chemise the woman had dressed her in stuck to her back. She’d not dried herself well enough.

“Milady—“

“I’m afraid I’ll look a-fright come tomorrow. His Lordship will suspect I’ve taken up boxing.”

“Please, milady,” Cora could feel O’Brien untie the silk she’d wrapped her hair in before the bath. Half of her hair hung from it now, anyway. Had she fallen that hard? “If you’ll only let me send for Doctor Clarkson.”

Cora let her hand probe softly at the places she’d hit—her hip, her elbow. And her stomach. Now that the shock of it had gone, her entire body felt immediately bruised and tender. Her hand lingered at her middle. “No. Really. I don’t think there’s any real damage done.” She wasn’t even certain if she believed herself, and she glanced at her maid and sighed. “My clumsiness is no reason to disturb him. After all, he can’t mend embarrassment.”

She forced a small chuckle, but stopped short: her abdomen was immediately too sore to laugh that way. She cleared her throat and shook away a quick sting of fear.

When she glanced up, O’Brien stared at her without blinking.

“Truly,” she lied to her maid. “I’ll be fine. I’ll have a lie down, and I’m sure that’ll sort it. Now go. I don’t want to keep you any longer than I have.”

She turned away from O’Brien to appear to search for the book on the small table beside the chaise, and her pantomime achieved what Cora had hoped: with a small “Very well, milady,” the woman left her.

Looking behind her at the click of the door, and determining O’Brien had gone, Cora turned slowly back toward her mirror and gently pulled up the dressing gown and chemise under it to inspect her left hip. It was as she expected: a red and already purpling oval. And then swallowing, she lifted her clothes higher and to her stomach. She’d hit it there against the rim of the tub—nearly in the center—as her foot had slipped as she stepped from the bath. Her middle had caught all her weight, and it had nearly knocked the wind from her before she fell upon the floor. She looked closer, to find the evidence of the accident, and in the morning sun, found a faint pink blotch below her navel, but nothing more. It was only the little swell O’Brien could still tug into her corsets, but that she and Robert had chuckled at last week.

Cora smiled at that, and dropped her hems. Yes. Everything appeared well, and this settled her fear enough for her to really retrieve her book.

She slowly settled onto her chaise. She slid her book from her little table and into her grasp. She leaned forward and reached behind her to straighten her pillow, but stopped. She inhaled at the quick tenderness of her belly. She blinked, still, and then forced herself to exhale. It was only a bruise; she’d inspected it herself. If the injury was worse, then it would’ve looked like her hip and, she assumed, her smarting elbow. Wouldn’t it have?

Yes.

So she opened the cover of the book; she flipped through a few pages to find her place; she tried her best to make her eyes read the words printed there, but found she could not. The soreness she felt when she leaned forward to adjust her pillow, it hadn’t subsided. Her abdomen felt tight. And then tighter still. And then her muscles—-those muscles low in her belly—-began to burn as they tightened.

Oh.

The fear Cora managed to assuage earlier prickled back again, and reminding herself to be calm, she pushed out a small exhale through pursed lips. She was alright. She was bound to feel a little sore, to have a small cramp; it was quite a blow. And perhaps she was thinking of it too much.

She made her eyes look back at the novel. They scanned the letters and words, dutifully, line by line as she worked her way down the page. But she couldn’t make her mind pay attention. For there was another tightening pain. And this time, it lasted longer than before, as if making itself known.

Cora closed her eyes and evened her breathing. If there was another, she told herself, she’d ring for O’Brien.

But there won’t be.

Her self-reassurance was weak however, and she let her fingers go to her middle, cradling the little life there. She indulged herself by looking at the small mound beneath her housecoat. She let her fingertip touch it. And, quite suddenly, she felt emotion begin to choke her.

“Of course I’m pleased.”

He’d been so happy; shocked, yes, but Robert had been so happy this last month.

And the letters. He’d written so many letters. Telling Rosamund. Shrimpie and Susan. Dickie. Murray. Jarvis.

Cora was sure that Lady Shackleton knew. Harold. Mother. She’d wanted to come over.

She closed her eyes. Please move, she pleaded. She willed it. Move, she prayed. She’d felt it last evening. Yesterday. She’d been able to feel it for a few weeks now, since right after Clarkson had confirmed it, the little flutters and then soft bumps inside of her. Just two nights ago, she’d taken Robert’s hand and pressed it to her middle. “Can’t you feel it?” she’d asked. His face had gone pink, but he smiled

Oh. Oh, it was another. She pulled in a deep breath and held it as the lowest muscles in her abdomen tightened, burned. And then—-Her eyes opened at the sensation of something—fluid—coming in a small gush between her legs.

There was no more suppressing the fear. She waited for the pain to pass, tears threatening her vision, and she moved to the pull to ring for her maid. Her head throbbed —-had she hit her head?—-every muscle now felt sorer than before, and she felt her stomach begin to roll as if she may retch.

She took deep breaths, and she pulled the cord again. Then, her fingers trembling, she made herself pull the fabric of her chemise beneath her dressing gown toward her, the back to the front, and she looked at it.

Wet. And pink.

She took calming breaths, but she knew better. She knew what was happening.

Another pain. More fluid with it, but this time it ran down the insides of her legs. She moved her eyes to her bare feet and waited for the little rivulets to stop.

Pinker than before. And then as the rivulets lingered on, there was red.

It was that, the bright color, that moved her to the truth at last. Her head felt too light, there was a ringing in her ears, and Cora fumbled her way to sit upon her bed and waited. The pain kept going this time, only growing tighter and burning more—sharp and twisting—and Cora clung to the side of her bed and did her best to breathe. The minute it let up, she moved to the washroom. She needed a towel. She needed water.

“Milady?”

She heard O’Brien, but she couldn’t make herself call to her.

“Milady?” She heard her nearer and then as she pushed open the washroom door.

And all the composure she tried her best to have vanished when she saw O’Brien, her maid whose face had gone white as a sheet, and Cora began to weep. “Oh.”

“Come,” her maid ushered her, but Cora could hear the emotion in her voice—high and wavering—even through her own. “Come and lie down.”

“Wait, oh.” She felt another pain creep itself into her belly. But this time there was no small trickle of fluid. This time it came quickly. “Oh, no. No. No.”

She heard O’Brien begging her to lie down again. She heard O’Brien leave her room as she did so, and then, through a blur of pain and the tears she blinked back, she saw as Mrs Hughes rushed into her room.

•••

“Nearing six now,” Robert watched as Doctor Clarkson closed his pocket watch and replaced it. The metallic click reverberated around the gallery, and it sounded strangely too loud in the quiet. “The bleeding isn’t stemming as much as I would expect. It is difficult to say if her injuries don’t go beyond the delivery—“

“She—“ he managed to begin, even if he felt his throat was too tight to move a single word from it. There was blood on Clarkson’s oversleeve. “But she isn’t—”

“No, your lordship. At least not yet. ” His voice interrupted, sparing Robert the word, but it lacked the quick pace of before. Robert felt the doctor eyeing him, and the gentle interlude felt like thunder before rain.

“But?” he asked, though the question made him afraid.

“At the stage of her pregnancy, it is important to know that her recovery may be as difficult as if she’d given birth at nine months. She will need rest. And her body may experience the…changes, for lack of a better word,” Robert felt his face flush, “that it would in ordinary circumstances.”

He wasn’t sure what Doctor Clarkson meant, but he wouldn’t ask. He couldn’t. His mind kept going back to Carson’s words two hours ago.

“My lord, there’s been an accident since you’ve been out. It’s her ladyship.”

“I am happy to speak with Mrs O’Brien and Mrs Hughes about what to expect in the coming weeks. And I can provide a list to Mrs Hughes of items that can be helpful.”

His good manners listened though every other thought was elsewhere—-in the room with her—-and he nodded his head. He thanked the man.

“And, please forgive me, Lord Grantham, but there is the matter of …”

Silence. Enough silence for Rober to pay attention. And he lifted his eyes at the doctor’s pause.

“Of the body.”

Robert blinked at him. “The … body?”

Doctor Clarkson nodded slowly. Solemnly. “I am sorry.”

But Robert couldn’t make himself comprehend. “Cora—That is, her ladyship is well? That is…I apologize I’m not sure—-“

“Of the child, my lord.”

“Oh.” He felt all at once foolish and ill, his stomach turning over itself. “Of course.” The child. Their child.

Clarkson spoke so softly. Too softly, but her room was just there. Her door was opened a crack. Robert could see light filtering in from where she lay. “In these situations, the hospital does offer to arrange burials in the churchyard amongst the others—“

“Others?”

“—though, should your wishes be different…yes.” Again, Doctor Clarkson paused. He lowered his voice again. “The other stillbirths and infants, Lord Grantham. Of the village.”

Robert shook his head, again his mind whirling, not understanding. “But it wasn’t as far along as that? It couldn’t be—“

“Not fully there, no. But …” He didn’t imagine the way Doctor Clarkson grimaced. “She’d made it to her fifth, nearly her sixth month. The child did—“ He stopped, and he quieted. “It did live. For a moment.”

In the following quiet, Robert felt as if he’d somehow grown smaller. There was no other feeling. Only that.

“I know that this is very difficult, and you have my sympathies, Lord Grantham.”

“Yes,” Robert blurted, strangely relieved in a painful way, as if the doctor’s words were a sort of excuse to let his chin tremble the way it needed to. To let his eyes sting with tears. “Thank you. I will speak with her ladyship about the—“ he took a small breath. “Burial.”

Clarkson, however, opened his mouth but didn’t speak. Robert watched him move his jaw, as if searching for the words.

It frightened him. “Yes?”

“Only, I’m not certain it best to—-” The doctor shifted his weight from his left to right foot, and Robert stood straighter, dread gnawing away at his nerves. “It may be best to make the decision on your own. She isn’t…”

“She isn’t what?”

The doctor nodded again, though at what Robert didn’t know.

“She is going to be alright, isn’t she?” Robert heard the waver in his voice, but he didn’t care. “You mentioned the bleeding, but otherwise, she’s not in any danger, is she?”

“No. No, I don’t think so. It’s only … well, it may be too distressing for her to speak of the burial.”

Robert furrowed his brow.

“You may consider making the decision on your own.”

“I—“ he shook his head. He couldn’t. “I don’t believe I could keep that from her.”

Doctor Clarkson drew in a long breath, and Robert watched as the man looked to the door behind them and then back to him. He frowned. “I did my best to hide the child from her sight, but …” another dreadful pause. Robert clenched his jaw.

“What is it?”

“You had a son, Lord Grantham.”

He stood still. He stared at Clarkson who spoke on, but Robert couldn’t hear what he said. The doctor nodded at him as he returned through Cora’s door, but though Robert’s heart ached to see her, to hold her and press a kiss to her head, he could not.

Robert walked from her door and into his dressing room. He stood at the window. And he stared.

Outside the afternoon was golden.

[hyptrance1]

Hypnosis Challenge 4 : Hypnosis Boogaloo 

Hi guys, this is my fourth hypnosis challenge, and the first one I have written since probably 2019. I have had a lot of people asking for a new one so here it is. The goal is simple: try not to get hypnotized while reading this. If you don’t congratulations, you won! I’m super happy for you. If you do lose the challenge and go under, you’ll be given a post hypnotic suggestion to dm me your first name, age, and a phrase. If you dont want to do that, then my best advice is to not do this and leave now 😅. Simple as that. If you do decide to do this, just know that this is 18+ so don’t continue if you’re not of age. I mean it. Alright, that seems to be enough forewarning, so without further ado, let the challenge begin and good luck!

I’ve done a lot of these text inductions before and from one sub that has gone under to them a lot, he says that this is how he usually finds himself when he starts reading one of these inductions. He says that he tries to not get too comfortable, because getting too comfortable especially when reading makes it that much easier to focus on my words in front of him. Mind you, he also says that reading those first few sentences, just like diving into a book that you really want to read or a movie that you really want to see, sucks your attention is so that without even realizing it he’s shifting in his seat or in bed, getting into a more comfortable position while reading my words. It’s almost like a subconscious reaction, just settling in to focus on something. It makes sense, we are programmed to try and get comfortable when focusing on something, makes it easier to read and focus. Our bodies just want to get comfortable anyways, so completely makes sense to me. 

He then says that the wording I use for the induction is pretty nice. It’s like he’s reading his own thoughts sometimes. Usually he says he hears it in his own voice, like an inner monologue, slow and rhythmic. I don’t intentionally do this mind you, it’s just the way that I write tends to be easy enough to read, at a good pace, and sounds just like someone talking to you. He said that I also use words meant to make the reader focus more, like follow, focus, simple, easy. I don’t really understand what he means by this, but I get the gist that the words I use make it easy for people to focus and pay attention to. It’s not too hard to understand. I don’t use big, difficult words. It’s all just pretty simple. 

He then says that I do a good job at describing how he feels when he is reading my words, what his body feels. His breathing slows down and then his body just seems to relax with him. That was an easy one to explain to him. How our bodies start to naturally just relax when we slowly begin to inhale fully and gently exhale completely. It allows for more air to get into our bodies, which allows for our muscles to begin the process of relaxing. He called it melting into his seat, which is cute, but relaxing is the better way to describe it. Usually I remind people that each slow inhale and gentle exhale is also doing something for them as well. Each slow inhale allowing for more positive emotions to begin filling the body: happiness, calm, relaxation. Every gentle exhale though does the opposite, it allows for all the negatives to leave the person and allow for them to relax further. Less worries, cares, stress. It can just be breathed out while you allow your body to relax and focus on the positive feelings coming in with every slow inhale. 

Usually I focus on the lowest part of the body and work my way up, but its also nice sometimes to just have the person picture where they hold in the most stress in their bodies and let the tension their go first. For me it’s the shoulders. I always seem to have a lot of tension there, so I would imagine as I am slowly inhaling all this relaxation flowing into my shoulders, pushing out any stress, tension, or tightness for me to gently exhale. I can feel my shoulders get heavier then, sink lower down my sides. Then, when I feel I have gotten rid of all the negative in that part of my body, I would move onto the next part, and then the next. Allowing the slow inhale to unstick the negative things from their place and the gentle exhale to breathe them out. 

But I forgot why we’re here, to focus on an induction. My sub says that the next thing I do is tease him a little bit, say that he is having trouble looking away from my words even though the goal of the induction is to try and not go under. I would say something like, “you can look away all you want, but you notice that your eyes slowly continue to return to their spot on the page, and you find that you continue reading at a slow and easy pace”. He says that anytime he reads that he remembers he’s supposed to try and resist, and tries to look away, but his eyes always return back to the same part of the reading. Again and again, trying to look away all the while his eyes just return to the thing they know he wants to continue reading. It’s cute how he says it can be frustrating resisting when my words make it so easy to relax and focus on. 

He lastly said that I just seem to relate to the guys that read my words. I understand that it’s not always my relaxing words or easy phrases that make a guy finally sink completely to my words. We are all normal people, some of us are stressed, some of us have had a long day, some of us have just come back from work or the gym, and some of us and just wanting to goo deeper into that mindless, empty, peaceful feeling. Whatever the case, that also contributes to guys going under to my words as well. 

It is usually at this point in the induction that I find a guy is probably relaxed enough, calm enough, and focused enough to try and take under completely. By this time their slow inhaling and gentle exhaling has caused most of the negativity in their body to be filled with positive, comfortable feelings, and their bodies are usually relaxed by this point. Their minds focused on my words, there’s really nothing else left to do besides count down from ten, letting  them know that their minds will sink deeper and deeper with each number until, when I reach 0, they will be completely hypnotized. I usually ask if they understand that, especially since if they are so relaxed, reading further will take them under and they will lose the challenge, but the challenge usually doesn’t seem important to them now that they’re so content reading my words, listening to them floating in their heads, and wanting to go completely hypnotized. So I begin. 

10

The countdown is slow, with spaces in between to remind guys how they’re feeling. 

9

Still slowly inhaling and gently exhaling. Allowing for the rest of their worries and stress to disappear from their bodies. 

8

No need to worry about thinking or thoughts when you’re so focused on my words. 

7

Completely relaxing your muscles. 

6

Gently exhaling your thoughts.

5

My words filling your mind.

4

Simple. Easy. Relaxing. 

3

As you allow yourself. 

2

To sink. 

1

Completely Hypnotized.

0

Empty. 

Now at this moment you just wanted to continue to read. Continue to follow the words in front of you. At this point you feel yourself hypnotized and entranced by my words. This lovely feeling is enveloping you like a comfy blanket. 

You should also know, if you are feeling so good and relaxed, that you are under hypnosis. As a reminder, this meant that you lost the challenge and had to complete a task for me. The task is simple. When you wake up from this trance you can dm me your first name, age, and that you lost the challenge and were hypnotized by my words. If you do not wish to complete this post hypnotic suggestion, please feel free not to complete it and to disregard the rest of this paragraph. For those of you that are okay with following this direction, you can feel that post hypnotic suggestion flow into your mind with the rest of my words, ready to be followed when you wake up. 

Which, in another moment you will wake when I count to 3. I want you to all feel nice, relaxed, and hoary when you wake from this trance, content and feeling well rested. You will feel peaceful from your time reading these words. Now:

1

Thoughts returning to your mind

2

Becoming more alert, more awake, more conscious. 

3

Wide awake. 

Wide, wide awake. 

Alright then, hopefully you enjoyed this new rendition of an old classic challenge. If you won or lost, congratulations and I hope that you enjoyed yourself somehow. If you have questions comments or concerns feel free to let me know. Other than that, until I do another one of these…if I do another one of these…maybe. 

Have a good one. 

[jamiesfootball]

🌷🌸🌹🌺💐🌷

some flowers for u when u need them <3

You told me to get back here and fix it. So here is a small scene from a sequel to last week's prompt for "Did it ever occur to you that maybe we don’t want to see you get hurt?”

Jamie shifted to block his path.

“Look, don't worry about me and the grouchy dick, alright? I just wanted to say sorry for before. At the hospital.” The distance on Sam's face softened into something Jamie could reach. Yet all his teammate said was, “That isn't necessary.” “No, see, 'cause it is. I mean, I don’t really remember what I did to set you off. Mostly I just remember some yelling. But if you can remind me what it was, I want to apologise for it proper- take accountability and make amends and all that, you know?” Because before he could apologise, he needed to know what he'd done. Knowing what you were apologising for was a big part of taking accountability, Jamie knew that now. The part where he'd gone and gotten his head rattled by a midfielder with anger issues didn’t excuse his actions, and it didn't make it any less his fault. Whatever he’d done to drive Sam — Sam — to yell at him, it couldn’t’ve been good. Still, he didn’t know what he could’ve done that was so bad that just the mention of it had Sam’s face turning spoiled sick. With a hand pressed to his chest, the lad looked seconds away from fainting, the grip on his water bottle so tight it might burst at any moment. Before Jamie could ask how high a debt he’d be paying off for the rest of his life, Sam shook his head and said, “No. Jamie, no. No, that is not-“ Whatever it wasn’t apparently wasn’t worth mentioning, because Sam chewed through the distance between them in two large steps. His body barely had a chance to startle backwards before Sam had him in his grasp.

He cradled Jamie against his chest. Lean, capable arms wrapped tightly around his shoulder and lower back, avoiding the sore spots the doctors had pointed out like they were real injuries instead of short term inconveniences. Sam breathed in deeply, a long inhale followed by a welcomed exhale, and Jamie found his own breathing struggling to match the pace. He let his head drop onto Sam's shoulder; since he couldn’t have painkillers around the house right now, the headache was killing him. “I worry sometimes that we are speaking two languages,” Sam admitted quietly against his ear. “That if I am not careful, I will accidentally do something to harm you. “Nah,” Jamie argued. “I’m tough. Not much you could do to hurt me.” Sam hummed, a rumbly little noise that rattled into Jamie’s chest, clearing away the cobwebs. “Let me cook for you. Come over to my place tonight.”

Some things were just too good to last.

“Can’t." Jamie said, starting to pull away even though regret tugged between his ribs. “Roy said we could start training again, and I've got stuff I need to get ready. 'Sides, I’m not supposed to -“

Sam held him fast.

"Jamie, please," Sam begged. "Training can wait one more day. In the meantime, I would like to cook for my friend. Please. Come over. Let us fix things. He should say no. He had responsibilities, things he'd committed to that should feel more important than jumping at the chance to skive off and play tea party with his friends. But he was so so tired, and any excuse not to spend another minute at home was a fucking life raft, and Sam-

Sam looked so bloody hopeful. “Yeah, alright," Jamie agreed, allowing the life raft to drift him a little further offshore. "D’you want me to bring anything?” Sam squeezed his shoulders. “Thank you. And no, that isn't necessary. Do not worry- I will stick to your nutrition plan. Only if Coach asks, we will tell him that all the food was fried.” Jamie grinned. It didn't even feel like a chore this time. "Sound."