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Ughhhhh I cant' believe it's almost over, I'm gonna miss them dearly â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Joel stayed for three nights. On the fourth night, Lily woke up cold, alone, the absence of his warmth like a missing limb ripped from her some time in the soft, orange morning. Panic seized her gut before she was fully awake, bouncing around, squeezing at her organs like a leech. She blinked manically, squeezing her eyes shut tight, eyelashes going spiky as she tried to clear her vision, as she tried to reach for the bulk of him only to come back empty.
Your writing is so vivid, I almost feel the emotions as if I were lily, how amazing is that? đ¤đ¤
Lily tried not to think about it, tried not to think about his note, his silence, tried not to think about Caleb, how he was still out there, some part of him possibly still aware as that fungus ate away at him, forced him to do its bidding.
My god...
It took Joel five hours on horseback, weaving around the grounds outside of Jackson, to find those damn flowers. The idea had burrowed itself into his head last night, as he held a sleeping Lily, gently tracing the big, open flower tattooed on her shoulder. Those lilies, the ones he'd ripped out of the community garden years ago. He needed them back.Â
omg he left to find some lilies??? đđđ
Maybe it was a little silly, his sudden need to go get those flowers back, but it felt necessary, felt like some final piece falling into place. He'd ripped those flowers out once, because he couldn't bear the thought of her, couldn't even speak her name without falling apart. And now she was here, and he was trying, trying to be soft for her, gentle for her. If she was back, he needed the flowers back too.
Noooo it's not silly, it's amazing and I love it đđ
But before he could, Ellie was bursting, like she'd been holding the words in for just as long as she'd been ignoring him. "I was supposed to die in that hospital," she spat out, driving each word home with a slam of her hand against the top of the railing. "My life would have fucking mattered, but you took that from me." Joel wanted to tell her that her life did matter, mattered to him, mattered to her friends, should matter to her. Joel wanted to tell her that he loved her, but he couldn't, didn't know how. So, he said something else, something just as poignant, just as true, as he pushed himself off the railing to stand up straight and face her. "If somehow the lord gave me a second chance at that moment I would do it all over again." Silence fell between the two of them as Ellie searched his face, then turned to look back out across the yard, toward her house. "Yeah..." she whispered. "I justâ I don't think I can ever forgive you for thatâ" And that stabbed into Joel like a hot knife, a choked breath shuddering out of him. "But I would like to try," she added, after a biting moment of silence. His heart slammed into his ribs, while something wet and trembling echoed from his lips. "I'd like that," he whispered, blinking hard to try to dissolve the tears in his eyes, something glimmering in his core now, something like hope. "Okay," Ellie said softly, pushing herself off the railing, "I'll see you around."
Ok, I need to express how much I LOVED how you added the game part. The EXACT game part. This is amazing. I played the game so many times, I love it so much, and your series fits in so perfectly it's so damn brilliant
"I missed you, Lily. Every day. I never stopped missin' you." He felt her tremble in his arms, her fingers twisting into his shirt as she slowly lifted her head, those bright glossy eyes searching his own. "And I'mâ I'm sorry," he choked out, the words clawing their way out of him. "M'so sorry, baby, for lying to you, for bein' so horrible, Iâ I hate myself for it. I don't deserve your forgiveness and I'm not asking you for it." Lily opened her mouth, about to speak, those blue eyes gazing up at him, so soft, so bright he loathed himself for ever making her cry, for ever speaking such blasphemous, egregious things to her, even if he'd spoken them to keep her safe, to keep her away from him, the disgusting creature he'd become. "Let me finish," he said, before she could speak, reaching up to run his thumb across the soft skin beneath her eye, collecting a tear as he did. "When Sarah died," he exhaled the words, relief and agony swirling in marriage in his gut. "That first day. Iâ I didn't see any reason to keep goin'." His hand shook as he took her wrist in his hand, bringing her fingers up to that gnarled scar on his temple. She exhaled sharply as her fingers brushed against it, her hand trembling against him, those bright blue eyes going a little dark, glossing over with new tears that made him want to scream. "When I went to pull the trigger, I flinched, 'cause I heard your voice."
Oh boy. The confession about his feelings. The fact that he heard her voice????
"M'right here baby, you feel me? You're so full of me, little one," he purred, taking her hand from his shoulder and placing it on her lower belly, pressing his own hand over it so she could feel him inside of her, feel the thick shape of his cock hammering into her.
wow. So hot, so perfect
Joel dropped his head, trying to push the darkness he felt surging through him away, trying to cast it out so she would not fall victim to it, to him again. Never again. But then he felt it, her little hand spreading out over his cheek, and he trembled at the touch, a shudder working itself down his spine, and he let himself fall into it, into her, let himself be weak. "I killed them all," Joel muttered. "I saved her." Lily gently lifted his head, those blue eyes he'd been in search of his entire life gazing straight into his, without fear, without disgust, with something so warm he felt that black rottenness inside him completely melt away.
I love that he told her. And of course, of course, Lily's perfect, perfect words.
"Caleb," she choked out, when he was close enough to see, when she could make out the way his blue eyes had gone glossy and red, see the way his skin had gone discolored and scabbed. And he paused, the creature controlling himâ or perhaps him, buried deep somewhere inside that vesselâ paused at the sound of his name, cocking his head, twitching in place as he stared at her. It was almost like he knew, like he heard her somewhere in there, like the last remaining shred of his humanity was desperately trying to keep the creature controlling him from ripping her apart. She let out a sputtering cry, blinking rapidly, trying to keep her vision clear so she could see him one last time, even if this version of him was monstrous, even if the virus had eaten away all the life that had once brimmed in his eyes.
And here I am, sobbing again while I re read this chapter đĽşđĽşđĽş
"The Jeff Goldblum love." Something sprang open in Joel's chest at that, and he laughed, a full-bodied, thundering laugh as his head tilted back, and he heard Lily match it with a little giggle that made his stomach flutter. "You guys are fucking weird," Ellie breathed out, but when he glanced over at her, there was a smile tugging at her lips, and her eyes flickered to him for just a moment, but it was the first time she looked at him with anything but animosity in years. Joel had his girls, safe, warm, with him, for the first time in a lifetime.
I had to take off my glasses and wipe my eyes there, I was crying so much while rereading this.
Thank you SO MUCH for this series. I can't say it enough. One of my favorite series ever â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Nights Like This One: XXV.
"He looked at her, and he loved her, loved her so much it burned, like something eternal, something that no amount of time, nor distance, nor the end of the world as they had known it, could kill off. He'd loved her, perhaps, since that first moment he saw her, looking hollow and bereft on the threshold of her mother's house. He loved her in every death, every birth, every reiteration of himself."
paring: joel miller x ofc rating: 18+ mdni word count: 9.5k a.n. this is the last full chapter. i'm so bereft knowing it's almost over. i don't know if i've ever been so emotionally invested in a story i've written before like i have this one. i literally cried writing the last few paragraphs. i hope you love it. i hope it mends you. i hope it balms the pain i've put you through over the past couple months. thank you so very much for reading. epilogue will be out soon. ily <3
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#ot3: â¤rhymeđeasyđ#tape entry circa 1980#ngl ive been feeling like a bit sad like... i just miss them sm hfdjks#i just wish so SO soso so badly that i could go home to them both back in the 80s#to be w the loves of my life but ALSO to have someone i can talk music to and we can just talk abt music for hours <33#i can just talk abt it to them and theyll completely understand and give their own thoughts abt whatever song/band/album im talking abt#and id love to hear them go on long insane rants abt their own favorite albums and for them to show me a new album they listened to#something theyd know i like cause we love the same music genres#fuck i just miss them so much... they understand me more than anyone and get along w me more than ANYONE#i couldnt even try to imagine a person who better suites me than them even if i tried to create the perfect person for me#they just ARE already the epitome of perfection for me like we were made to know and love eachother to get along so well to be inseparable#i love them... god i love them both so much just thinking about them always makes me cry#i almost never cry its only ever because of them that i cry...#i miss them so so fucking much i keep thinking about them throughout the day#just imagining me being w them to be able to kiss and hold them and show them just how much i love them both#actually today i was picturing them here w me which is something i never do#i just love and miss them... i feel lonely and just ah... idk i wish i could go off on an adventure w them rn#i want to escape the life im living rn and just run off on the road w them chasing after our dream of being rockstars#tbh id also just love to experience the train together and get to see all that crazy stuff yknow? would make good song writing material lol#idk i feel like i cant truly get into how much i truly love and miss them w/o sounding super depressed and pathetic tbh#so i keep holding myself back from really expressing how i feel abt them
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"I didn't break," she said quietly. His heart cracked at the words. "I didn't tell them anything."
She didn't say it for praise, to boast. But rather to tell him, her consort, of where they stood in this war. What their enemies might know.
"I knew you wouldn't," he managed to say.
"She ... she tried to convince me that this was the bad dream. When Cairn was done with me, or during it, I don't know, she'd try to worm her way into my mind." She glanced around the cave, as if she could see the world beyond it. "She spun fantasies that felt so real..." She bobbed under the surface. Perhaps she'd needed the cooling water of the lake to be able to hear her own voice again; perhaps she needed the distance between them so she could speak these words. She emerged, slicking back her hair with a hand. "They felt like this."
Half of him didn't want to know, but he asked, "What sort of illusions?"
A long pause. "It doesn't matter now."
Too soon to pushâif ever.
Then she asked softly, "How long?"
It took the entirety of his three centuries of training to keep the devastation, the agony for her, from his face. "Two months, three days, and seven hours."
Her mouth tightened, either at the length of time, or the fact that he'd counted every single one of those hours apart.
She ran her fingers through her hair, its strands floating around her in the water. Still too long for two months to have passed. "They healed me after each ... session. So that I stopped knowing what had been done and what was in my mind and where the truth lay." Erase her scars, and Maeve stood a better chance at convincing her none of this was real. "But the healers couldn't remember how long my hair was, or Maeve wanted to confuse me further, so they grew it out." Her eyes darkened at the memory of why, perhaps, they had needed to regrow her hair in the first place.
"Do you want me to cut it back to the length it was when I last saw you?" His words were near-guttural.
"No." Ripples shivered around her. "I want it so I can remember."
What had been done to her, what she'd survived and what she had protected.
Even if the woman treading water before him didn't seem to have vengeance on her mind. Not so much as a hint of the burning rage that fueled her.
He didn't blame her. Knew it would take time, time and distance, to heal the internal wounds. If they could ever really heal at all.
But he'd work with her, help in whatever way he could. And if she never returned to who she had been before this, he would not love her any less.
Aelin dunked her head, and when she emerged, she said, "Maeve was about to put a Valg collar around my neck. She left to retrieve it." The scent of her lingering fear drifted toward him, and Rowan lurched a step closer to the water's edge. "It's why Iâwhy I got away. She had me moved to the army camp for safekeeping, and I ..." Her voice stalled, yet she met his stare. Let him read the words she could not say, in that silent way they'd always been able to communicate. Escape wasn't my intention.
"No, Fireheart," he breathed, shaking his head, horror creeping over him. "There ... there was no collar."
She blinked, head angling. "That was a dream, too?"
His heart cracked as he struggled for the words. Made himself voice them. "Noâit was real. Or Maeve thought it was. But the collars, the Valg presence ... It was a lie that we crafted. To draw Maeve out, hopefully away from you and Doranelle."
Only the faint lapping of water sounded. "There was no collar?"
Rowan lowered himself to his knees and shook his head. "IâAelin, if I'd known what she'd do with the knowledge, what you'd decide to do-"
He might have lost her. Not from Maeve or the gods or the Lock, but from his own damned choices. The lie he'd spun.
Aelin drifted beneath the surface again. So deep that when the flare happened, it was little more than a flutter. The light burst from her, rippling across the lake, illumining the stones, the slick ceiling above. A silent eruption. His breathing turned ragged. But she swam toward the surface again, light streaming off her body like tendrils of clouds. It had nearly vanished when she emerged.
"I'm sorry," he managed to say. Again, that angle of the head. "You have nothing to be sorry for." He did, though. He'd added to her terror, her desperation. He'dâ "If you had not planted that lie for Maeve, if she had not told me, I don't think we'd be here right now," she said.
He tried to rein in the twisting in his gut, the urge to reach for her, to beg for her forgiveness. Tried and tried.
She only asked, "What of the others?" She didn't know-couldn't know how and why and where they'd all parted ways. So Rowan told her, as succinctly and calmly as he could.
When he finished, Aelin was quiet for long minutes.
She stared out into the blackness, the rippling of her treading water the only sound. Her body had nearly lost that freshly forged glow.
Then she pivoted back toward him. "Maeve said you and the others were in the North. That you'd been spotted by her spies there. Did you plant that deception for her, too?"
He shook his head. "Lysandra has been thorough, it seems."
Aelin's throat bobbed. "I believed her." It sounded like a confession, somehow.
So Rowan found himself saying, "I told you once that even if death separated us, I would rip apart every world until I found you." He gave her a slash of a smile. "Did you really believe this would stop me?'
She pursed her mouth, and at last, those agonizing emotions began to surface in her eyes. "You were supposed to save Terrasen."
"Considering that the sun shines, I'd say Erawan hasn't won yet. So we'll save it together."
He didn't let himself think of the final cost of destroying Erawan. And Aelin seemed in no hurry to discuss it, either, as she said, "You should have gone to Terrasen. It needs you."
"I need you more." He didn't balk from the stark honesty roughening his voice. "And Terrasen will need you, too. Not Lysandra masquerading as you, but you."
A shallow nod. "Maeve raised her army. I doubt it was only to guard me while she was away."
He'd put the thought aside, to consider later. "It might just be to shore up her defenses, should Erawan win across the sea."
"Do you truly think that's what she plans to do with it?"
"No," he admitted. "I don't."
And if Maeve meant to bring that army to Terrasen, to either unite with Erawan or simply be another force battering their kingdom, to strike when they were weakest, they had to hurry. Had to get back. Immediately. His mate's eyes shone with the same understanding and dread.
Aelin's throat bobbed as she whispered, "I'm so tired, Rowan."
His heart strained again. "I know, Fireheart."
He opened his mouth to say more, to coax her onto land so he might at least hold her if words couldn't ease her burden, but that's when he saw it.
A boat, ancient and every inch of it carved, drifted out of the gloom.
"Get back to shore." The boat wasn't driftingâit was being tugged. He could just barely make out two dark forms slithering beneath the surface.
Aelin didn't hesitate, yet her strokes remained steady as she swam for him. She didnât balk at the hand he extended, and he wrapped his cloak around her while the boat ambled past.
But Aelin turned toward them, hair dripping onto the stone at her bare feet. Half a thought from her could have had her dry, yet she made no move to do so. "We're being hunted."
"We know that," Lorcan shot back, and were it not for the fact that Aelin was currently allowing him to rest a hand upon her shoulder, Rowan would have thrown the male into the lake.
But Aelin's features didn't shift from that graveness, that unruffled calm. "The only way to the sea is through these caves." It was an outrageous claim.
"And I suppose they told you that?" Lorcan's face was hard as granite.
"Watch it," Rowan snarled. Fenrys indeed bared his teeth at the dark-haired warrior, fur bristling. But Aelin said simply, "Yes." Her chin didn't dip an inch. "The land above is crawling with soldiers and spies. Going beneath them is the only way."
Elide stepped forward. "I will go." She cut a cold glance toward Lorcan. "You can take your chances above, if you're so disbelieving." Lorcan's jaw tightened, and a small part of Rowan relished seeing the delicate Lady of Perranth fillet the centuries-hardened warrior with a few words. "Considering the potential pitfalls of the situation is wise."
"We don't have time to consider," Rowan cut in before Elide could voice the retort on her tongue. "We need to keep moving. Gavriel stalked forward to study the moored boat and what seemed to be bundles of supplies on its sturdy planks. "How will we navigate our way, though?"
"We'll be escorted," Aelin answered.
"And if they abandon us?" Lorcan challenged. Aelin leveled unfazed eyes upon him.
"Then you'll have to find a way out, I suppose." A hint-just a spark-of temper belied those calm words. There was nothing else to debate after that.
And they had little to pack. The others gave Aelin privacy to dress by the fire while they inspected the boat, and when his mate emerged again, clad in boots, pants, and various layers beneath her gray surcoat, the sight of her in clothes from Mistward was enough to make his gut clench.
No longer a naked, escaped captive. Yet none of that wickedness, that joy and unchecked wildness illuminated her face.
The rest of their party waited on the boat, seated on the benches built into its high-lipped sides. Fenrys and Elide both sat as seemingly far from Lorcan as they could get, Gavriel a golden, long-suffering buffer between them.
Rowan lingered at the shore's edge, a hand extended for Aelin while she approached. Each of her steps seemed consideredâas if she still marveled at being able to move freely. As if still adjusting to her legs without the burden of chains.
"Why?" Lorcan mused aloud, more to himself. "Why go to these lengths for us?"
He got his answerâthey all didâa heartbeat later. Aelin halted a few feet away from the boat and Rowan's outstretched hand. She turned back toward the cave itself. The Little Folk peeked from those birch branches, from the rocks, from behind stalagmites. Slowly, deeply, Aelin bowed to them. Rowan could have sworn all those tiny heads lowered in answer.
A pair of bony grayish hands rose above a nearby rock, something glittering held between them, and set the object on the stone.
Rowan went still. A crown of silver and pearl and diamond gleamed there, fashioned into upswept swan's wings
"The Crown of Mab," Gavriel breathed. But Fenrys looked away, toward the looming dark, his tail curling around him.
Aelin staggered a step closer to the crown. "Itâit fell into the river."
Rowan didn't want to know how she'd encountered it, why she'd seen it fall into a river. Maeve had kept her sisters' two crowns under constant guard, only bringing them out to be displayed in her throne room on state occasions. In memory of her siblings, she'd intoned. Rowan had sometimes wondered if it was a reminder that she had outlasted them, had kept the throne for herself in the end.
The grayish hand slipped over the rock's edge again and nudged the crown in silent gesture. Take it.
"You want to know why?" Gavriel softly asked Lorcan as Aelin strode for the rock. Nothing but solemn reverence on her face. "Because she is not only Brannon's Heir, but Mab's, too."
A throwback to her great-great-grandmother, Maeve had taunted her. Who had inherited her strength, her immortal lifespan.
Aelin's fingers closed around the crown, lifting it gently. It sparkled like living moonlight between her hands.
My sister Mab's line ran true, Elide claimed Maeve had said on the beach. In every way, it seemed.
But Aelin made no move to don the crown while she approached him once more, her gait steadier this time. Trying not to dwell on the unbearable smoothness of her hand as it wrapped around his, Rowan helped her aboard, then climbed in himself before freeing the ropes tethering them to the shore.
Gavriel went on, awe in every word, "And that makes her their queen, too."
Aelin met Gavriel's gaze, the crown near-glowing in her hands. "Yes," was all she said as the boat sailed into the darkness.
#Chapter 35#Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius#Rowan Whitethorn#Rowaelin#Rowaelin chapters#Rowaelin quotes#Rowaelin moments#Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#spoilers in post & tags please no spoilers up to this ch. first read with me cry with me pt. 2 perspective Rowan#That lake water had never seen sunlight had flowed from the dark cold heart of the mountains themselves. â she is the sun and the heart#It would kill even the most hardened of Fae warriors within minutes. Yet there was Aelin swimming as if it were a sun-warmed forest pool.#her faintly glowing body. As if the water had peeled away the skin of the woman and revealed the blazing soul beneath.#But that glow faded with each passing breath she emerged to take dimming further each time she plunged beneath the surface.#internal inferno-or simply because she first wanted to wash away the stain of Cairn? Perhaps both.-She didnât trust her power on land#The Celaena freedom vibes hurt-Lorcan god on his shoulder-OMG do her&Manon share crowns?#At least she'd begun speaking her eyes clearing a bit. â the glow still barely clinging â the way he just wants her to be ok#You could join me she said at last No heat in her words yet he felt the invitation. â but rather to be WITH her#She did no such thing her arms continuing their sweeping circles in the water. Aelin only stared at him again in that grave cautious way.#real or not real â a god in her own might â as if she could see the world beyond it; worlds; the queen to walk between worlds#Too soon to pushâif ever. â heâd hear them when she was ready â if the time never came heâd love her anyways â itâs how they fell#what illusion? night made of dream. or the worst; both.#the way he knows the date with her just like Lyria â him offering to cut her hair â knowing she needs to remember â no fear of lakes anymor#all the Mistward paralells â I didnât break â I know â Iâm tired; ITS ALL THE TROPES#sheâs making me think of Annie from HG â THE WAY HE LOVES HER â no rage just trust â everytime he calls her Fireheart#the two of them worrying the other would be upset and feeling guilty while there not â the way Chaol described as a wolf&he just sees as is#he just wants to hold her-how she goes to him-hes just happy to beWher-what if-known-it switched THEIR-she isTHEspark-Lorcan almost-no fued#HeirofMab-shes why-Rowan loves nomatter-on his knees to apologize-had Lys been pretending to be him?blind eels4ladyTHXlilfolk-Gavriel the#longsufferingbuffer-âFenrysKNEW-more iron-moon star&Sun2stars-but Aelin never wanted that-she'd give it all-my favoriteCh.RowanSimp4his wif
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i'll probably be skipping stream today & tomorrow on account of my personal challenge to finish JE before you (<- absolutely not going to happen)
but while i'm here SHUT UP your headcanon is not icky :) though i can't really talk since i don't bring my own up very often either, and i honestly haven't even put that much thought into the logistics around it. anyway trans masato đ¤ trans wagi as personal coping mechanisms
DAWG you gotta finish it... idk how long youve had it but prob longer than me cmon now gamer i know you can do it â
trans masato is just funny because Like Everything I Do it just started as me joking about scenes from the game and then the ending happened and i was like Oh Lol It's Not A Joke Anymore I Think
I DONT USUALLY SUBSCRIBE TO TRANS HCS EITHER THAT WHY IT ICKY TO MEAJLWKJL but thank you. i promise to only mention it once every five months
#snap chats#to put it bluntly i Do Not like acknowledge. That aspect of my life. if me never even saying terms outright is to go off of LMAO#i cry thinking about it- like right now LMAO I ALMOST DID I HATE IT i dont like using hate but... thats one of five things i hate for sure#My Issues Aside Tho ive already talked about 'my logistics' with trans masato but ill say them again cause its funny#1.) The Injection Scene like it's for his. Adrenaline or whatever but the first thing i said when i saw it was an injection joke#because literally how could i not LIKE LMAO THEY SERVED IT ON A PLATTER#and then there's the whole Change His Entire Identity After Running To A New Country#i always joke about wanting to do that so that's strike two buster#and then to top it off when he comes back he looks like every transman ever before the effects of T start taking effect#which is a hilariously ironic statement to make considering The Before And After but lol strike three bozo#AND THEN STRIKE FOUR WAS HIS WHOLE 'i changed my name and body' BIT LIKE DAWG YOURE ALREADY OUT#IK ITS IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWED UP 'FOR POWER' BUUUUT TOP TEN 'HE JUST LIKE ME FR' MOMENTS LMAOOO#there's also his voice- both in jp and eng- just having a sort of Texture(TM) to it#in jp it's sort of high and nasally while in eng there's a sort of gravel to it that's so đłď¸ââ§ď¸?????? to me. im sorry.#do you see. that's why it's so funny. its so painfully funny#the funniest jokes are the ones with Some Weird truth behind them by the most delusional bitches ever <- me#ANYWAYS. i promise not to mention it much If Ever only when something really funny happens to me that reminds me of it#and i dont have a sneaky way to allude to it in a comic or a fic#end of the month is always hell for me cause on the one side Yay Money but on the other hand its like I Have To Work For It FUCK#so i can only draw on the weekend#im having a month-long sale for december tho...... so if we never see me again thats why#EW I JUST REMEMBERED I HAVE TO DRAW FOR A SECRET SANTA THING TONIGHT NOOOOOO#and i wanted to finish up that fic... cause im literally three lines away from finishing it...#christ i need to learn to juggle better. for now im eating this onigiri that i was too busy to eat#anyway no one look at me im soryr for sharing my cringe </3 i prommy it wont happen so bluntly again
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so obsessed with the âmy cock is big so it wont fitâ / âtry meâ relationship dynamic ughhhh thinking about this with simon and reader, and how readerâs desperation made them spiral, makes me so giggly
thinking about the way you finger yourself everyday to stretch yourself out for simon; preparing yourself for him. practicing for him.
it becomes a routine; it was mundane, almost, but every time the thought that youâre doing this for simon slithers its way back to the forefront of your mind, you lose yourselfâdoused in the tendrils of your desire, so powerful it has you clenching on your own fingers.
they never hit deeper, never stretch you out wider, but they scratch the itch to be stuffed and manage to satiate you long enough for the next day to roll by.
itâs a lot worse when you meet up with simon because your core throbs with need, leaving you crossing your legs to give yourself that muted relief. but itâs never enough, is it?
simonâs right there, voice thick like molten lava, viscous as it washes over you. âare you alright, love?â
and you lie, gritting your teeth and clenching your fists tightly, telling him that of course youâre fine. because what else can you say? âi dream of your cock so much that i fuck myself everyday as prepâ?
if you do say that, simon wonât ever let you live it down. so you stay quiet, crossing-and-uncrossing your legs at every of his deep laugh or gentle crooning, trying your best to ignore the way his palm squeezes the muscle of your thigh. you wonder if heâs doing this on purpose by now because thereâs no way simon actually does naturally talk like thisâ
itâs all teases and taunts as a whirlpool of petnames dribble from his quirked-up lips. he calls you, baby and darling. he calls you sweetheart and lovie. but then he also calls you pup, doll, petâanything that makes you gasp, and quiet puffs of breaths wheeze out of your trachea in your own stupor.
âyou seem distracted,â he murmurs, his voice a worried croon.
âuh-huh,â you say, not really listening, because simonâs hand is climbing up higher and higher on your thigh.
simon notices your stare, because of course he does, then doesâŚ
nothing.
he drops you off to your place that night, and leaves a kiss on your forehead before driving off. you watch from your living room window as he disappears from your line of sight before clambering towards your room, tearing your pants off your body and chucking your little slip of underwear behind you as you do so.
you sink into your plush mattress, knees braced by your softer pillows, before reaching behind you to plunge yourself with your fingers. two of them slide in easily, and you crook them just right until youâre mewling. moaning. crying.
simonsimonsimonâ
your orgasm is a sharp rip of euphoric release. but the tidal wave of your ecstasy wafts off into its remnants just as quick because this, fucking yourself, isnât the fix you want. it isnât the fix you need.
(that said, making simon buckle was a lot easier said than done.)
you parted your legs yourself, planting your hands on the underside of your thighs to pull them open for simon. simon laughs when he saw this, his pale cheeks so flushed with his own desire.
âhurry,â you whine, all choked-up with your desperation, and simon only croons a warning.
âwe need taâprepare you, pup. iâm too big fâr you.â
his acknowledgment makes you leak, your wanton thoughts turning into slick that gushes out of you. simon laughs, so utterly endeared.
âi prepared myself, si! please put it in!â
simon sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. âi thought you wanted my cock?â
he waits for you to nod. you do so, careful, as your wet eyes look up at him.
âhmm. so listen to daddy, yeah?â
âokay,â you mumble, too overwhelmed to fight back.
simon smiles, murmurs his praises, and then heâs bringing his head between your legs. you squeak, surprise dotting your vision. you expected simon to prepare you, yes, but you expected his fingersâlong, rough, thickâand not his tongueâ
âsiii-monnnn,â you keen, legs buckling from your hold until they tumble to his back, your strength getting zapped out of you at every lap of simonâs tongue.
itâs so good! so, so good!
simon takes over, hooking your legs over his shoulders himself as he burrowed deeper, nose grinding against the sensitive underside of your sex. his tongue pushes against your walls, sliding between them, and then simon sucks.
fuck! fuckâ
sorta pt 02
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#suns#q#giggling omg this is.. filthy#(writing is just as sloppy as readerâs holeâ)
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seventeen reactions: when you give them head (m)
warnings: blowjobs (obviously), face fucking, daddy kink, cum swallowing, dirty talk, cum facial, slight degradation, size training, somnophilia. lmk if i missed anything cuz i think thats all but im not sure!! :P
a/n: guys i was supposed to finish and post this MONTHS ago but i been so busy haodshihoidsa i finally got it done and its here for you all to enjoy !!! feedback is greatly appreciated :D
CHOI SEUNGCHEOLÂ
Two words, SIZE TRAINING!!!. Cheol is big and he fucking knows it. He loves training your throat to take his big cock. The way you struggle to take his cock turns him on so much. Cheol likes it sloppy. He likes it messy, he likes spit, he likes drool, he loves seeing you go dumb on his cock when you suck him off. If you complain that heâs just too big, heâd just scoff and tell you youâre just being dramatic and you can take it.Â
âCâmon princess, youâre daddy's baby girl aren't you? Be a big girl for daddy and take itâÂ
He wonât hesitate to take control and fuck your face. One of his favorite sights are with you on your knees for him, looking up at him with teary eyes while he fucks into your mouth violently, chasing his release knowing how desperate you are to have him cumming down your throat and Cheol would never disappoint. In no time, heâd be cumming down your throat with a loud groan.Â
âMy pretty babyâs mouth made for daddy's cock huh?âÂ
YOON JEONGHANÂ
Jeonghan loves when you give him head, he loves being taken care of and he loves knowing you want to take care of him too. He loves sloppy but tame head, wonât force you to take more than you can even if he knows you can take more than that but on occasion when heâs feeling extra horny and desperate, he wonât mind fucking your face until youâre drooling all over his cock and begging him to give you his cum. Loves when you take all of his cock in your mouth at once, placing a gentle hand on your head and almost holding your head in place because he doesnât want the feeling of your warm, wet throat around him to go away. Will eventually let you go to give you time to breathe but just know he wants more.Â
âDonât you just love being a good girl for me princess?â
HONG JOSHUAÂ
Ever the Gentleman, Joshua is not one to ask for you to blow him, he simply just wants you to want it. He would never make you do something you donât want to but when youâre sitting between his legs, begging for him to let you suck him off, heâs not gonna deny his baby anything she wants! So immediately heâs helping you rid him of his sweats and wrapping your lips around his semi hard cock. Joshua almost wants to get used to the feeling of your lips around him but has to remind himself that if you donât want this again, it wonât happen again (as much as he wants it to) but all thoughts leave his head once you try to take his whole cock in your mouth. His pretty noises grow louder as you start giving it your best. You may not be as experienced in sucking cock but youâd be lying if you said watching Joshua absolutely lose his shit under you didnât make you want to stay between his legs like this forever. The idea of wanting to stay between his legs becomes a bigger possibility when heâs suddenly cumming down your throat when you attempt to take his whole cock in your mouth again, not giving up until your nose is pressing against his pelvis.Â
âPlease tell me youâll let me do this again babyâ
WEN JUNHUI
Jun likes getting head, most of all he loves letting you have your way with him. He will sit there and take anything you give him until ofcourse, youâre being snappy or youâre being a brat, only then would he grab your hair and fuck your face until youâre begging him to keep going, to use your throat as much as he wants and heâd do just that, fuck your throat until youâre crying tears of pleasure and pain and this time you sit there and take whatever he has to give you.
KWON SOONYOUNG
Soonyoung loves getting head the most when he comes back from practice. When heâs just exhausted and his lover helps him relax. He likes it lazy, letting you do whatever the fuck you want to him. Soonyoung LOVES!!!! When you deepthroat him, he loves when you choke on his stupidly big cock he just loves when you struggle to take his whole cock in your mouth because he loves knowing heâs big (as if you don't tell him enough already) is not someone who will force you to take the whole thing in your mouth just because heâs just so dazed from the feeling of you sucking his cock that he cannot even think of anything else.Â
JEON WONWOOÂ
Wonwoo loves when you wake him up with your mouth so deliciously wrapped around his cock. The way the sun shines so perfectly on your face, the pretty smile you give him before sinking your mouth back down on his cock, he loves it. He loves messy head, and would go absolutely feral when youâre messy with it. Eyes rolling back, pressing your head further down on his cock before coming down your throat.Â
âMy pretty slut, letting me paint her throat so prettyâÂ
LEE JIHOON
The classic, in his studio. Jihoon loves it when you stop by to give him some motivation. He loves when he can just lose himself in the feeling of you going down on him. The feeling of your warm mouth skillfully taking every inch of him making his head fall back as he groans out loudly. Mind going blank as pleasure completely overtakes him, forgetting about anything other than you. It wonât take long before heâs cumming down your throat and kissing your forehead in admiration. Also wonât take long before he has you in his lap and heâs back to making music except this time, heâs far more motivated, writing down verse after verse in no time.Â
LEE SEOKMINÂ
Now, Heâd LOVE when you give him head. Wouldnât be the type to fuck your face or make you take more than you think you can and tends to just go with the flow. Though once you have your mouth on him he loses it, losing sense of where the fuck he is and just allowing himself to get lost in the warmth of your mouth around him. Would absolutely LOVE when you take him all the way down in your throat, brain going blank as he just sits and takes it, feeling himself drowning in the feeling of you taking him so far down your throat. Just give him head and he is happy :DÂ
KIM MINGYUÂ
Mingyu my babyyy!!! One who doesnât quite understand just how big he is and how hard it is for you to actually take him all the way down your throat but will appreciate as far as you can take it! I feel as if he's not too big on getting head, preferring to give. But when you do get his cock in your mouth heâs more than ecstatic, loving the way you skillfully work on every inch of him and more, making sure to give attention to every inch of his cock all the way down to his balls. He won't force you to take more than you can handle but will keep his hand on the back of your head to hold it in place because he knows you can take it and you can take it well. Also loves to make out with you after cumming in your mouth cuz he loves how filthy it is.Â
âShit. get up here baby, gimme a kissâÂ
XU MINGHAOÂ
Minghao loves making you all pretty, he loves when you suck his dick so he can paint your face with his cum when he cums because he thinks you look so pretty when you look up at him so innocently with his cum staining your pretty face. Will be gentle as ever but if you give him attitude? Talk back? He's making sure you know never to do it again, fucking your face rough (but not too rough) and making sure you know how to talk to him if you want something. Oh and also donât even think about touching yourself while he fucks your face. It only adds to your punishment!Â
BOO SEUNGKWANÂ
LAWDD Seungkwan⌠I think heâs a huge 69 warrior. Sit on his face while you suck him off and heâll be cumming faster than ever. The way you take his cock down your throat while you moan around it from the way his tongue dances on your pussy is enough to have him cumming in minutes. Heâs soooo eager to paint your throat white with his cum he often loses control and allows himself to be completely at your mercy, taking anything and everything you give him and more. Would love when you wake him up with his cock in your mouth, the fact that you needed him so bad you couldn't even wait for him to wake up gets him going SO much. Also would LOVEEEEEE getting head more than anything like he's obsessed with your mouth on his cock.Â
CHWE VERNONÂ
I think Vernonâs very much a lazy head type of guy, lazily suck him off, make it sloppy while he ruts up into your mouth and he's a goner. Lazy sex and lazy head are Vernon's favorites! He loves when you suck him sloppy, drool running down your chin as you attempt to take him all the way down your throat. Oooh I think heâs the type to hold your hands as he fucks up into your mouth too and would love to watch you swallow his cum. Wouldnât kiss you after though cuz he thinks its weird to kiss the same mouth you just came in.Â
LEE CHANÂ
Any chance Chan gets to get his dick sucked, heâll take it. He loves sex, he loves getting head, he loves giving head, he loves it all. So whenever you even insinuate giving him head heâs immediately undoing his pants and taking his dick out. Loves how eager you are to take his whole cock down your throat. Also heâs such a goner when he takes a little longer to cum and you trail your mouth downwards to take his cock in the warmth of your mouth, it will have him cumming in seconds but heâs always ready for more.
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ŕźâI would set the world on fire for youâ | LN4 â˘
Parings: lando norris x gf!reader.
Summary: after the Brazil GP, lando comes home to the worst week of his year. Also, it was his birthday. So even though the world hates him, you wanna make sure he is loved and he did nothing wrong. And that if you could you would set the world on fire for him.
Word count: +5k.
Warnings: written and smau. angst and fluff at the same time. Anxiety attack. Overthinking. Selfhatred. Language. And thatâs it. Iâm not a native English speaker so there could be (so many) errors. Not proofread.
Authorâs note: lately I NEED to write things to cope with my feelings so here it is. Hope Vegas is good to all of my boys đ donât forget to like, reflow or comment! Ur support its way loved here. and follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)
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Your heart was completely shattered. Your heart was racing to get out of your car at the airport. In exactly 20 minutes your boyfriend will be back home after the worst weekend ever imagined. You couldn't assist the Brazilian GP because of your work schedule. You had a few meetings after Mexico gp. And you felt so guilty about it. You knew lando would be more protected if you were there. At least in the intimacy of you, emotionally speaking. Having someone there for him to hug and to comfort him. to calm his mind. To stop the self hatred you knew it was playing right now in his head.Â
Lando is an overthinker and you get him because you were also one. You knew to which scenarios his mind can travel to and how painful it can be for him to live with himself sometimes. You were fighting your tears reading all of the atrocious things people commented online. You knew that wasn't real life. But you also knew he would see all that and how that would weigh in his heart. They can never let him win. And the worst part was only because it was just him. Other drivers could do or say worse things and everybody would laugh and brush it off. But when it came to Lando, he was a monster, a loser, an arrogant son of a bitch. That hurt deeply. Because in reality lando is the sweetest soul you have ever met. And you knew how vulnerable he could be. Tho you always admired him for that. You always thought that the bravest and strongest people in this world are the ones that admit to need help, the ones that are vulnerable and open about it. In a world this cruel, that was no easy task. But he did time and time again.and he did even knowing how shitty people were gonna be to him. Though, he did it for people he knew that counted on him. Lando always talks about how people sometimes come to him saying he has saved their lives and the impact he had on them. It's something beautiful yet that weighted on his shoulders as well, you thought.Â
You crossed the airport gates. Anxiety shaking your whole body. You wanted to hug him so bad. To tell him everything was gonna be fine.Â
You opened the flight information he sent you before his plane took off so you looked for the probable gate he was coming out of when landed. Even though you were anxious you were also relieved that he was home with you.
After a few minutes passed by, a lot of people started coming out of the door you were waiting for. You started gazing at everyone just to find him. After a bunch of people got out, there he was. One of the last ones to go through the door. When you saw him your body almost came undone. You were out of air for a moment while the two of you got closer. When he is finally within reach, you give him the strongest hug you could. He melted on you, hugging you by your neck. Not much time passed when you heard him crying hid in your neck. Your heart that was shattered, broke immediately. You tighter your grip unto him. He started to sob and you couldn't hold your own tears at that point. You knew he had the worst time on that flight, alone with his cruel thoughts torturing him for hours. And there was nothing that you could do to protect him. You couldn't say a word. There was nothing that you could say that it would make things better right now.Â
Lando was sobbing and shaking. His levels of anxiety reached a high when he saw you standing there looking for him desperately with your eyes. He needed you. But lifeâs a bitch and you couldn't stay with him throughout the whole American leg. He came undone in your arms. He needed to hug you for so long. He was broken. His mind replying to all the mistakes he made. All of his wrong decisions. All of the shit he said. He was embarrassed, angry and defeated. He was ashamed of himself. Disgusted. Frustrated and scared. Â
Yu rubbed his back trying to comfort him in the hug and trying to not cry so you could be the strong one for him. He needed you, you knew it. And you wanted to fix all of this in a snap of fingers, but you couldn't.Â
âItâs okay baby. You are gonna be alright, I promise. I love you. Youâre home now ", Yu said, to make him feel at least slightly better. When he heard you he started sobbing even harder. You let him take all the time he needed. While doing so, you tried to see where you were and how you could, if someone was recording and taking a picture. Fortunately you were almost alone. It was the last flight arriving for today. You feel relieved knowing this won't be used against him by the cruel internet trolls.Â
(...)
The drive home was silent. No music, no speaking. He didn't even look at you the whole ride. He was looking through the window avoiding any contact with society you thought while driving your Audi R8 V10 GT RWD through the illuminated Monaco streets. It was around 9pm. You had cooked for him some home made pasta you knew he adored. You just wanted him to feel better.Â
When you got home, he took his bags to the room with your help. You left his second suitcase next to his wardrobe and saw him lying on the bed.
âI made your fav homemade pasta. Do you want me to bring it here and eat it in bed?â you offered him with a soft voice. He was looking to the ceiling. He did not answer right away, but after a few moments he did.
âI'm not hungry, but thank you. Maybe i'll eat laterâ he said with a deep cracky voice and turned himself in the bed showing you his back. You frowned a bit.Â
He couldn't look at you. He hated that you could see him like this. He was ashamed of himself drawing in self pity and self hatred. He felt he let you down.Â
âAln, did you eat something during the flight at least?â you asked worriedly, walking forward to the bed so you could get closer to him. You sat on the table next to his back looking at him. You didn't want to touch him just because you didn't know if he would want you to. You didn't want to be invasive. You stayed in silence for a few minutes. You understood he didn't eat, that he didn't want to either or speak. So you stood up and let him have his alone time closing the door gently behind your back.
You ate alone that night.in silence just as if you could hear him from your kitchen aisle. The past was really good. You turned off your phone after washing the dishes and tidied the kitchen and living room up. You didn't want to see what social media was saying about your lover before bed. It was already enough scrolling and reading so many people wishing lando to die. That was the hardest part of it all. You left your phone charging on the kitchen counter and went to your shared room. When you entered he was already showered getting into the bed again. You half smiled at him even though he couldn't see you. You put on your pajamas in silence and climbed up the bed. He looked at you while you were getting comfortable next to him.Â
Your eyes met. Any of you said anything. Just looked at each other trying to read each other thought as if that was possible. He licked his dry lips. His eyes turned glassy.
âI messed everything up,â he said almost in a whisper. Your heart is breaking again. You shook your head at him getting closer and bringing him into your chest. You hugged him tightly.
âNo you didnt baby. Sometimes people are just mean, you know? They will interpret things as the wishâ you said softly rubbing his back and arm and caressing his hair gently. He felt a bit better under your frame. He felt protected but as a little kid when missbehaved so now he tries to find comfort. He didn't want to cry.he was trying hard not to let tears stream down his cheeks. You kissed his forehead and made him look at you. âI know you dont wanna talk about it but i love and i am so deeply and entirely proud of youâ you whisper close to his face. You saw him pout and the first tears coming down his face. You hugged him tightly. He hid in your neck and eventually fell asleep. You wanted to set the world on fire for this. You wanted to ruin every single person who says awful things about it. The comments, the media. You wanted to destroy everything and everyone just to protect him. He doesn't deserve this. He is an angel and you can't believe the world could only see the devil in him.Â
Lando tried to sleep but he couldn't. Everytime he closed his eyes, all of the tragic scenes from the race replayed in his mind. How the car felt, the rain, the radio messages, Oscar's voice, comments from his engineer . everything replayed in his head torturing him the worst way possible. He felt like getting down. He felt alone and miserable. He remembered Oscar words replying in his mind over and over again. âYou will eventually make it, mateâ. It was a positive message but he replayed it like a fucking nightmare.Â
What if he never makes it? What if he doesn't have what it takes? What if people are right? What if he is actually a monster and deserves to die? What if he did? Would they like him again or figure him out? Would anyone care about his feelings? Why does it have to be him and not someone else? Why are they all so cruel to him?
He couldn't stop thinking about every single detail about the weekend. He didn't want to celebrate his birthday anymore. He had you there but couldn't look at you. He felt disgusted by himself. He can't control it. He wants to go back into go karts and stop the time when he was actually happy and having fun with his friends. Now that line between friends and enemies is so blurry for him. Max didn't talk to him like before when all of this shit started. He knew Max was really competitive, of course he did, everyone knew it since day 1. But what about their friendship? Lando shit talked, max shit talked. He felt so confused even by his own feelings around this whole shitty situation or championship situation. Whatever you want to call it.Â
(...)
When you woke up the next morning he was gone. You felt kind of confused for a bit. You heard him talking so you guessed he was speaking on the phone. When you got up from bed you walked out the room to find him. When you got closer to the living room you knew he was talking to Max on facetime because you heard his voice.Â
âMorning, guysâ you said, getting into the kitchen for some water to take your thyroid pills. Lando looked at you half-smile.Â
âGood morning babyâ he said as sweetly as he could. You smiled at him. Before coming back to your room to shower and stuff you went and gave him a good morning kiss making Max almost throw up when he saw you in a funny way. You showed him the middle finger and disappeared so he could talk in private with his mate. You respected his place a lot. And i guess thatâs why you understand so much each other.Â
(...)
The following day things got worse. Lando hasn't eaten any meal you prepared for him, didn't even want to have take out or anything. You found him crying in the kitchen and in the garden by the pool of your house. His anxiety was killing him, you knew. The desperation and guilt were eating him alive and you didn't know what to do rather than try to talk and comfort him.
He was sitting on the sofa in the living room. His sight was fixed on the floor without moving. You got alarmed because you knew what was going on. You got close slowly to not trigger him even more. His face was red, his hands sweaty and shaking. You sat on the floor diagonal from him looking at him. Slowly and gently you grabbed his hands trying to capture his brain's attention and get him out of the fog he was in. You were almost sure he was having an anxiety attack and he started because of your touch. You gently rubbed your fingers in his hands. He was out of breath for a moment and you got scared so you tried to do as your therapist told you in case someone you know goes through this.Â
âLan, can you hear me? Try to pay attention to my voice okay? I'm here and I'm with you dull be alrightâ you said really softly trying to make him look at you. You looked for his eyes with your gaze. âItâs not as terrible as you think, baby, I promise. You aren't all of those things people commentâ you used your words carefully. His hands caught your strength and so you reassured him. You saw his pout becoming deeper. You hurt to see him like this. It was so unfair. He doesnt deserve this, god. And he broke. He broke down again. His tears streamed down his face. Sobbing in so much pain. You sat next to him to hug him tightly once more. But now you knew it was worse. He was shaking under your arms.you let him go through this. So he can let go of all of this shit inside him. âI promise lando, you aren't all of those things. People are just mean and cruel. You are a good baby and so talented. Gifted. You have it in you I promise, I can see itâ you tried to comfort him with your words as well, trying to distract your mind from the tragic thought he was dealing with by himself. A few tears fell down your face. It was a hard time. And you were trying to be strong for him.Â
âI'm so stupid I'm sorryâ he sobbed and you shook your head.Â
âNo, Lando, you aren't. I promise okay? Believe me.i know you and you aren't. And this will pass. All the people that know you for real, we love you and we are so proud of you. You had an amazing year. You are fucking fighting a three time world champion, even sooner than he did with lewis back in 2021. Thatâs huge my love. Your dream is near, I just know it. Because I know you, and youâll make it, baby. You didn't let anyone down. You're getting stronger so when you finally make it, all of these moments will make it taste so much better and sweeterâ you explained while rubbing his back. Your words made an effect on him. Heslowly calming down. He didn't want to let you go. He wanted to just stay there in your arms. Where he felt safe and sound. Noone could hurt him there. That was what made him fall for you. You saw him. You knew him. And you care about him. He was finally important for someone for being lando, and not lando norris formula one driver. His past lovers left him feeling confused whether they loved him for him or their idea of him. You came outta nowhere and blew him away. You were brutally honest, no filter yet so gentle and caring with your words. He thought his perfect girl didn't exist but then there was you, listening to him for hours if he needed to. Giving him the best advice and clearing his perspective. Always cheering him up. Cracking jokes so he could distract and feel relaxed. Heknew he was in love with you the moment you offered to give him a ride because he was drunk as well at a new years party. It was normal but the fact that a stranger could do that for him blew his mind. He never admitted afraid people would think itâs weird. But it is what it is. Your smile ended him right there and when you started cracking jokes he didn't want to live in that damn car for the rest of his life. So here you are 4 years later,and you still be the greatest person in the world and the one who knew him the most. He felt your lips on his forehead. For a moment he thought about leaving racing. What if his life was better without it in it? He could go back to Bristol and be with his friends. With you. Maybe start a family and have a normal job so you could spend each day together. He started crying again at that thought. He loved racing but this year was the hardest yet amazing one.Â
He finally calmed down after a few minutes in silence. He looked at you with puppy eyes. You caressed his face gently brushing a few tears falling down still.Â
âWould you be there with me? Could you?â he asked, making you a bit confused. And he noticed. âTo the races. I need you there. Please. To every race and when I become a champion,would you be there with me? You could feel he's scared. You half smiled at him melting as his comment.
âOf course I'll be there, baby. Iâll always be there for and with you. If I could , I would set the whole world on fire just for you. Never doubt it, okay?â he nodded and you pulled him closer to give him so many little kisses around his whole face making him gigle a little.Â
âI love you, y/nâ he said looking at you fondly.
âI love you, lando. Everythingâs gonna be alrightâ you said, assuring him and gave a peck on his lips. âGo have a shower and dress cute im gonna take you out on a date before your birthdayâ you said more lighful to cheer him up and his face lit up.
âReally?â you noddedat him and send him to shower agin funny. Before going with him so yhou both looked facy, you needed to say something to the world. You couldnt stay crossed arms and do nothing about it.Â
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You turned off your phone once again. You were already so fed up with it all. Let them talk. You were sure they would choke with their own shit eventually.Â
but continued with the day. Lando was still a little off but he was looking better so maybe he is actually feeling better. You took out to dinner at a restaurant he always dreamed of going to. He was so happy to be there. The food was delicious. It was near the beach though it is colder here so we looked at it through the glass window. You gossip and talk about anything and everything as if everything was alright. And it was a fact it was. Because this is real life. Not social media. A few people stopped you while eating to ask for pictures and Lando said yes every time you even became a photoshoot photographer. Nice people telling him nice things was what he needed right now. Plus, you would never be pissed off by his fans. You were actually grateful for them. Of course, some can be disrespectful but you knew the real one was it. You really embraced Lando's life even though itâs nothing like the life youâd dreamed of to have one day. But he is the boy of your dreams so why would it be a problem.Â
November, 13th
When the clock hit midnight, the restaurant made a cake for him so we all sang him happy birthday. You chose his favorite type of cake. He giggled all nervous and shy. His cheeks red while his eyes showed a little sparkle while watching the candles. He blew them. You recorded the whole thing and took so many pictures. He thanked the staff and staff of the restaurant and they let you enjoy the cake in comfort. Your heart was full to see him a little back again.Â
After The restaurant kicked you out because they needed to close, you decided to do a road trip through the mountains of monaco. You always enjoy a good ride with good music and good company. And you also had sex in the car. You kind of guessed he needed to take his frustrations out somehow because you had the rough sex you really enjoyed. He joked it was his best birthday present making you laugh. He was joking again.Â
âThank youâ he said while gently rubbing your naked chest. You were seated on him. You smiled and leaned for a soft kiss on his lips. You really loved him. And all you wanted for him was happiness and well being. And you would do anything to make sure he is okay.Â
You came back home and had another round of sex. Enjoying yourselves in intimacy. Lando finally fell asleep after a terrible few days, in the calm of your body. His face on your bare chest. You clothed him and fell asleep relieved.
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yourusername: What can I say about you? There's no words that can describe your greatness. Or my feelings for you. I'm so grateful you were born on November 13th. 25 years ago my best friend and the love of my life was brought to this world. And sometimes what unfair is that, right? A world that is so cruel to you. A world that doesn't deserve your greatness and kindness nor your attention. You are the greatest son, brother, uncle, friend and lover. Anyone who says otherwise doesn't actually know you. We are all so lucky that you choose us to spend your time on this world with. Thank you for being who you care. For caring about the people you love and making sure we are alright and happy. Thank you for being the light that you are for so many lives. Thank you for being vulnerable. I admire you so much, lan. You are the strongest and bravest human I know. so honest and open. Anyone who says otherwise, actually, doesn't know you. I know this is not the best birthday of your life, but I promise you I'll try to make it better. Thank you for being who you are to me. I promise I see you and I care. You're the love of my life. And I'm so lucky you love me over any other human out there. So happy birthday to the prettiest and most genuine, real, fun, kind, warm person I have the chance to call mine everyday. Hope you have the best day you can have right now. Thatâs the least you deserve. I love you forever bestie. Donât ever change.
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So you had a master plan for Lando's birthday. You went to the Hilton hotel for some coffee with Max and Lando of course. We lied and said pietra couldn't make it because she had a meeting and Lando believed. Truth was, you have contacted all of his friends and arregened flights so everyone could make it to Monaco on time. Pietra was the one in your house. You left her a spare key yesterday evening after coffee with alex. You gave her the directions and the idea of what you wanted while you and Max distracted Lando until 7pm, she decorated the house and received all of his friends. Lando had no clue of what was going on but he was so happy it was the second cake you brought to him. You recorded the moment and seeing him smile made your heart melt.Â
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landonorris: I love you greatest girlfriend there to exist. Thank u for everything and specially for making this day so much better. Ur an Angel â¤ď¸âđŠš
⤡ yourusername: I love u more Angel â¤ď¸â𩹠the least you deserve is to be loved and happy.
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Landostan: THANK U FOR EXISTING AND TAKING SUCH CARE OF HIM UR A QUEEN I LOVE U WE LOVE U
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⤡ yourusername: te extraùo hermano we need to double date with Rebecca again asap!
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When 7pm came around we all âdecidedâ to go to your house and eat pizza for dinner. Lando even said to me that they could do a stream and have fun for a bit. You agreed and all knowing that wasn't gonna happen. The ride home was so much fun. You spent the 20 minute ride screaming a one direction song from the top of your lungs. You sang Lando âthrough the darkâ And he sang âYou and iâ.it was lovely, Max almost threw up when you kissed. Luckily he was driving so he hadn't watched much of your pda.Â
You got out of the car trying to play it cool though you were so nervous. You saw Max texting Pietra that you were close.the lights were off. And silent. Your nervousness took over you when you tried to open the door but let the keys fall nervously. Thankfully Max and Lando were discussing which type of pizza they would order. Finally you opened the door, lando behind you and so you turned on the lights.
Everyone jumped from everywhere saying happy birthday in unison. Yoursmile was so big but when you saw lando his smile was even bigger.
âSurprise!â you said and lando was still processing it. But when his friend started hugging him he started crying out of joy. He thought his friends weren't coming this year because of their busy schedule.but that was a lie you made them tell so lando wouldn suspect anything. Fortunately, they all kept the secret safe. Lando was so happy.Â
You all spent the night playing poker, drinking gin and tonics and surrounded by laughter and love. In the moment, around everybody, you felt lucky to be there. Especially to be in landos life. Everyone was so sweet and good just like him. He deserves the world.
Everyone went home around 2 am. You were exhausted and tipsy at the end of the night. So you put your pajamas on and sled straight on the bed. Lando wrapped his arms around your waist.
âThank you for everything. It was a great birthday. Thank u for always taking care of me always.you make me the happiestâ he said under a whisper looking at you. He looked so gorgeous with that little smile and tired eyes. You stroked his cheek gently, smiling.Â
âYou deserve to be happy darling. You are unstoppable. Better days at work will come,I know.but im grateful that you have so much love surrounding you. I love youâ he smiled widely listening to you and leaned to kiss you with so much feelings and passion. You were the greatest thing that ever happened to him and also the greatest decision he has ever made when he asked you out.
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f1gossipofficial: here it is @/yourusername at the McLaren garage ready for fp1 cheering for his 4 year boyfriend @/landonorris! Lando was asked about the whole drama around the Brazil gp and his birthday and her statement and he said âIâm lucky to have her. I would set the world on fire for her. So yeah. We are the same that is why we work so well. It was a great birthday though. She brought my whole group of friend to Monaco for a poker night so yeahâ also he said that if it wasnât for her he wouldâve collapsed on his overthinking but thankfully she was there. We love a power couple on the grid!! What do we think about all of this? #LasVegasGP2024
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User1873: they are both the same shit tbh
User23: I LOVE THEM GREATEST COUPLE ON THE GRID
User29873: I donât like lando but she cute supporting him like that. I saw she gave a kiss to him before getting into the car. They seem in love!
⤡ Usrr988: I KNOW TIGHT I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY I CAUGHT THAT KISS IN THE OFFICIAL TRANSMISSION
Yourbff: she is the greatest person you would know!! Letâs go lan!!!
User564: Max will win the dwc and NOTHING would change that or move me so
User90: omg she is so pretty
y/nstan: how lucky lando is to have her. She is always the sweetest to all of his fans. And also funny. Such a queen!
User897: where are the pictures of them arriving together????????! I NEED THEM
⤡ user45: so iconic need to marry asap
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It was the day. The day you were back to media duties. Back to being a target for social media. Back supporting your boyfriend no matter what. You even went on media day to be there for him if he needed it. You chatted with everyone around to entertain yourself while he was doing interviews.Â
Oscar helped a lot and the whole McLaren team to make Lando feel safe and actually enjoy the weekend. You Were grateful for it. At least they decided not to be dicks in front of his face.Â
Fp1 was about to start and you were proudly there in the garage to cheer on him. You were also anxious because you felt things almost like him and this competition is rather never racking. You kissed him gently but shortly. A good luck kiss before getting into the car. He smiled widely.Â
âGo be the best you can be. Youâre greatâ you told him sweetly.
âI'll try my best to impress you,â he replied, letting go of your hand.Â
âYou already do everyday babeâ you said smiling making him grin before walking into the car to start the first session of the weekend.Â
You watched from there how fp1 unfolded hoping this would be a great weekend.
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â â â â â â â â TAKE YOUR MASK OFF kim chaewon x reader
â Í â´° previous chapters | richgirl ⢠that girl (sheâs delicious) ⢠idonât smoke ⢠pretty when you cry ⢠homesick ⢠super rich kids ⢠girl, so confusing ⢠consume (bonus)
âł warnings richgirl!yn, angst (yn is still at home), family dynamics, rich kid things,chaewon is still chaewon just slightly more vulnerable, arguing, small hints of guilt, multiple perspectives (youâll know whoâs perspective it is when they switch)
the natural creaks and whispers of the mansion echoed through the hallways, casting a cold, eerie atmosphere over every corner.
her mind was racing, moving too fast for her to keep up. she couldnât believe this was happening.
yn barely remembered anything after watching yunjin puke her guts out in the washroom. all she knew was her mom finding out and insisting the girls stay the night because yunjin shouldnât be traveling while sick.
it made her sick.
the audacity that woman had.
she had finally made it home, a place no one had ever been but her and her family, and now her group members were sleeping in the spare rooms.
she bit down on her thumb nail, pulling her knees to her chest as the coldness of the hallway made everything feel worse. she knew she couldnât stay there much longer, kazuha was asleep in her room and would probably come looking for her any minute.
yunjinâs words ran through her mind.
âIâm so sorry.â
you would think this would feel good, she was getting an apology.
nah.
this meant she was slipping, someone was seeing through her carefully crafted facade.Â
yunjinâs words are the main reason why yn is spiralling at the moment, how could she let her emotions slip through like that?
she hadnât even responded. all she did was slam the washroom door in yunjinâs face. rude. uncharacteristically so.
the yn they all knew, the kind, unbothered one would never do that, especially not to a girl whoâd just thrown up.
but the real yn? the one without the facade sheâd spent the last two years perfecting? yeah, she might. and that terrified her.
she had to go to bed before kazuha ambushes her with a bunch of questions she didnât want to answer.
the sun rose early, filtering weak light through the tall, heavy curtains of the mansion. yn and her family were already awake, moving quietly through the halls. the silence felt different now, tense and watchful.
the girls were still asleep, chaewon and yunjin sharing one room, sakura and eunchae in another, and kazuha in ynâs.
chaewon stirred first, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. yunjin groaned next to her, squinting at the faint light coming through the cracks in the curtains.
âitâs so early,â yunjin muttered, her voice hoarse. chaewon stretched, yawning. âwe should check on the others. maybe theyâre up too.â
they shuffled out of the room, quietly opening the door to sakura and eunchaeâs. sakura blinked at them, already half awake, while eunchae was still bundled under the blankets.
âwhatâs going on?â sakura asked, sitting up. âkazuhaâs still out,â chaewon said. âcan you two try waking her up? weâre going to find yn.â yunjin added sakura nodded, nudging eunchae awake.
chaewon and yunjin headed downstairs, their footsteps soft against the cold, polished floor.
the house felt endless, its corners shadowed despite the morning light. they turned a corner and froze.
yn was standing there, facing a tall man they had only seen of tv when the moon family had their conferences.
her older brother, they guessed, his sharp features matched hers, but his expression was cold, almost bored. yn, on the other hand, looked anything but calm.
âwhat the hell is wrong with you?â she hissed, her voice low but shaking with anger.
jae, sheâd called him rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. âyouâre being dramatic, as usual. theyâre supposed to be your friends, arenât they? act like it, I know you have your problems with them but I canât deal with you right now.â
yn took a step closer, her fists clenched at her sides. âdonât you dare talk to me about acting. you donât get to tell me how to feel in my own house. justâjust make sure theyâre gone by the afternoon.â
jae raised an eyebrow. âmom wonât go for that, and you know it. she loves this little âfamily bondingâ moment. not everythingâs about you, yn.â
her hand moved before she could stop it, the sharp crack of her palm against his cheek echoing through the hallway.
chaewon and yunjin gasped softly, unable to hide their shock combined from ynâs words and actions, they both were thinking two different things.
this has definitely taken a toll on her.
she just keeps proving how much of a bitch she is.
guess which is which.
âyouâll make it about me,â yn snapped, her voice trembling. âmom loves you more, so if you tell her itâs best for them to leave, sheâll listen. donât pretend you donât know how this works.â
jae stared at her, stunned, before letting out a low, bitter laugh. âyouâve really lost it, havenât you?â
yn ignored him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. her hands shook as she ran them through her hair, her nails digging into her scalp. her whole body seemed to vibrate with tension, like she was barely holding herself together.
jae glanced over ynâs shoulder, a smirk tugging at his lips. âlooks like youâve got company,â he muttered.
yn spun around quickly, a gasp escaping her lips before she whipped back around, shoulders tensing. a quiet curse slipped under her breath, but it didnât go unnoticed.
chaewon and yunjin watched as yn grabbed the collar of jaeâs shirt, yanking him down to her level. she whispered something harshly into his ear, her voice too low for anyone else to catch. while yn spoke, jaeâs gaze flicked up to the two girls, his expression icy. the resemblance between him and yn was unnerving those piercing eyes seemed to run in the moon family.
when yn finally let go, jae straightened up, his demeanor indifferent. he didnât spare chaewon or yunjin a glance as he walked away, like they werenât even worth acknowledging. it wasnât surprising, the moons always carried themselves with that unapproachable air.
chaewon opened her mouth to say something, but yunjin pinched her arm, silencing her
yn turned back around then, a bright, almost unnerving smile plastered across her face. âgood morning! I hope you guys slept well, I know I did,â she chirped.
both girls looked at her like she was crazy, yn was a mess, despite her polished appearance it was obvious she was on edge.
âuhââ chaewon started, but yn cut her off before she could continue
âno time for chit chat,â yn interrupted breezily. âbreakfast is almost ready. youâll be eating on the second floor while my family eats on the first. and after that, youâll unfortunately be leaving. Iâll see you on monday.â
before yunjin could even try to speak, yn was already walking off in the same direction jae had gone, her pace fast. the two girls were left standing there, unsure of what to make of everything they just saw.
âI know what youâre gonna say.â yunjin said, âbut please donât.â chaewon didnât answer, her eyes still fixed on the spot where yn had stood, tension radiating from her every move.
after breakfast, the girls were gathered outside, waiting for the car to arrive. the morning sun was warm against their skin, but the atmosphere felt heavy. one of the house staff, stood quietly by the door, waiting to help with their bags.
chaewon leaned against the stone railing, crossing her arms. âso, about this morning,â she began, her voice low but sharp. âyn really let it slip today huh?â she laughed.
âwhat are you talking about?â sakura asked, frowning. eunchae looked up from her phone, wide eyed
chaewon glanced toward yunjin . âyou heard her. she threw a whole tantrum to one of her brothers this morning, she even slapped him.â
sakuraâs eyes widened. âshe slapped her brother?â
chaewon nodded. âyep. right across the face. and not just that she basically told him to get us out of the house by this afternoon because she doesnât want us here.â
âwhich is understandable.â yunjin muttered causing kazuha to look at her in shock but nod in agreement, since when did yunjin understand ynâs side of things?
chaewon didnât hear her though.
eunchaeâs jaw dropped. âshe said that?â
âword for word,â chaewon replied, her tone smug. âand donât get me started on the way she was talking to him. itâs like sheâs unhinged or something, probably not used to getting her way.â
kazuha stayed silent, her expression unreadable. yunjin shifted uncomfortably, staring at the gravel driveway.
âmaybe sheâs just stressed,â kazuha said quietly.
chaewon scoffed. âstressed? oh okay.â
âchaewon,â yunjin said sharply, but chaewon ignored her.
âsheâs exactly what iâve been saying she is. a spoiled little princess who thinks sheâs better than everyone else,â chaewon continued.
âcut her some slack,â kazuha snapped.
âdo you have a crush on her?â eunchae asked at the same time, as much as she understood chaewonâs thoughts she couldnât help but think ynâs money and privilege couldnât be the reason for everything.
chaewonâs mouth dropped at eunchaeâs words, âI do not! I donât even like girls! and if I did yn would be the last person on the list, hell she wouldnât even be on the list! and I have everything reason to criticize her stuck up behaviour so I will not cut her some slack!â
silence filled the air as everyone exchanged uneasy glances, unsure how to respond to the leaders outburst.
chaewon exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair before shoving her hands into her pockets. âugh, I forgot my phone. Iâll be back,â she muttered, her tone lower but no less frustrated as she turned on her heel and stalked off.
chaewon stormed down the hall, still fuming from eunchaeâs words. she pushed open the door to the room where sheâd left her phone, ready to grab it and leave, but froze when she spotted yn.
yn was sitting on a chair, her head tilted back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. her expression was unreadable, almost serene, but there was a heaviness in the air that made chaewon hesitate for a moment.
but eunchaeâs comment still rang in her ears, pushing her forward. she felt the need to prove to herself, to everyon, that she didnât care about yn. that she didnât like her, not even a little.
âwell, this is fitting,â chaewon said, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorframe. âjust sitting here doing nothing. guess youâre really starting to show your true colors, huh? you talk big, when yunjin and I caught your little outbursts, you couldnât even hide it.â
yn didnât react. she didnât even look at her, her gaze still fixed on the ceiling as if chaewon wasnât even there.
the silence made chaewon slightly uncomfortable. her eyes flicked to the table beside yn, where her phone rested. without another word, chaewon walked over and reached for it, but before she could grab it, ynâs hand shot out, catching her wrist.
chaewon froze.
yn finally looked at her, her expression cold, her eyes sharper than chaewon had ever seen. âyou know what, chaewon?â yn said, her voice low and steady, each word cutting through the tension like a knife. âyouâre so lucky. and iâm gonna tell you why youâre lucky. because Iâve been so nice to you. you donât even know the lengths people in my family will go to just to be respected, youâve seen the news havenât you? youâve heard stories? you sure act like it, so keep that in mind the next time you decide to disrespect me in my own home.â
chaewonâs breath hitched. ynâs gaze was unrelenting, freezing her in place. her heart raced, the weight of ynâs words sinking in deeper than she wanted to admit.
a sudden honk from outside broke the tension, making chaewon flinch. yn released her wrist, standing up smoothly. âthe carâs here,â she muttered, her voice detached now, before walking past chaewon and out of the room, her footsteps echoing faintly down the hall.
chaewon stood there for a moment, staring at the spot where yn had been. her chest felt tight, her thoughts racing. she finally grabbed her phone, her wrist tingling from ynâs touch as she picked it up.
for a while, she just stood there, trying to shake the lingering feeling she feels every time sheâs alone with yn.
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quiet reckoning. chapter one
summary: mattheo comes to visit. itâs strange, being twenty five and still seeing your childhood in his eyes.
warnings: just a ton of fucking angst. complicated, self destructive mattheo whoâs finally coming to terms with how he pushed you away when you were younger simply because he couldnât stand being second to tom in your eyes. the acceptance doesnât make it hurt any less. get the tissues. cry with me please.
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Life these days holds a strange, silent kind of peace, interrupted only by the faint sound of water rushing over stoneâthe creek that runs quick along the forest edge. In your early summer afternoons, the trees form a leafy wall of emerald and ochre, and they sway with the breeze that brushes the hair back from your cheeks.
You sit cross-legged in the dirt, hands buried in soil as you pull vegetables out of your garden in prep for the approaching cold months. You love how earth has its own signature scent: damp, fertile, alive. Somehow it makes you think of Tomâhis manor, with its towering windows overlooking manicured grounds, its own gardens sprawling wide. His manor with its grand, sweeping staircases, polished black floors.
Everything was pristine, almost oppressively so. Even the walls seemed haughty, disdainful of the cobwebs that clung to the corners.
Tom had never let you stay long enough to tend to those.
But his gardensâthose had their own softness, a quiet beauty that only fully revealed itself after dusk when the moonlight cast everything in silver. I loved you there, you reminisce, and the ache has a name in memoryâlonging. I wish I could have loved you there longer.
And now you're here, a few years after Tom told you never to come back to himâhere where the ache feels smaller, further away. Here where thereâs no temptation, where the air smells of earth and moss and freedom, and the silence holds its own kind of comfort. Mattheo visits sometimes, wandering into the quiet when your absence grows too thick, when too many of his owls have gone unanswered.
"He'll visit soon." He always tells you. You start to hate how much he lies to you.
"Don't pretend," you said once, and his mouth stretched into a thin, humourless smile.
"Alright," he replied. "I won't."
So now, when he comes to visit, he doesn't say itâhe just sits next to you. He doesn't talk much. Neither do you. Life here is quietâfew neighbours, even fewer visitors. A woman brings you pastries from time to time and the town grocer knows your name, but most days you pass unbothered. You tend the garden when the days are warm, work on the cottage when it's cold.
When it's raining you read books and pretend they're not the same kind Tom used to keep.
On a day in early October, Mattheo sits next to you on the porch and you hate that you notice how he doesn't look at you the same way Tom did. It's something lighter, something less cloying. Sometimes you think of how unfair it is that he can taunt you silently like thisâhow he can remind you of the chocolate streaks in Tom's inky hair, the depth in his dark eyes. How he can remind you that he holds all the same features as his brother, just without the weight.
As the sun sinks slowly through the trees, casting pink and orange across the sky, you turn your face to the creek, watching the water ripple over stones and rocks, and you think of how young you loved themâthe way your love grew different when you weren't looking.
Mattheo was chaos, always had been. I could have helped him find himself. But that thought feels hollow, and it's always followed by another. If he would have let me.
"It's strange to think that this is your life." Mattheo speaks after a while of not. He lights a cigarette, and you reach for it when he passes it to you. "You could have done anything."
You inhale the smoke and close your eyesâthinking of how cigarettes taste like fire and ash and the last time Tom had taken your hand.
"Maybe this is all I ever wanted to be." You reply, spinning the cigarette between your fingers. "At peace."
He glances at you in the fading lightâthe way the sunset casts shadows in the hollows of your cheeks, makes the gold of your earrings look darker against your hair.
He frowns. "You don't look at peace."
No, you think, taking another drag. I never really have.
You pass the cigarette back to him, watching the smoke drift in the breeze. He doesn't say anything else, so you don't either.
Instead, you watch the dark start to close in, the sky turn into an endless stretch of indigo, stars winking to life somewhere above the trees. The fireflies come out eventually, when the night is quiet and heavy and the world turns a little sleepy. They flutter around in the trees and grass like faeriesâlike stars that've made their home on the groundâand Mattheo watches them with a furrow in his brow.
You wonder what he's thinking, then think better of it at the bitter twist of his mouth. He always thought they'd burn.
"Why do you still come here?" You question. He turns to you, and when his eyes meet yours that's when you realize you'd verbalized the thought. "To sit with me."
Mattheo shakes his head. "I'll need another smoke to answer that."
So he pulls out another cigarette and lights it. The first inhale is long, and the exhale makes you blink. You look away and pretend like his response doesn't make your stomach twist.
The stream moves a little darker in the moonlight and the pine trees shiver with a gentle breeze that smells like soil. You feel the comfort in itâin knowing that all of this has been here longer than you ever have, and that it'll be here long after you're gone.
Perhaps that's precisely what you chased. A home in something steady.
"I come to remind myself you're okay." He says after a long silence, staring at his hands. "Sometimes it feels like you're dead."
You blink again. He's more perceptive than you remember.
"I'm still here," you remind him, but he laughs without humour in it.
"Sure, you're there," he replies, before another pause. "But you're not really living."
He says the words casually, like they're a fact. You think they're meant to hurt. He's rightâit's a thought that comes quietly, the way most unwanted thoughts do. You over look at the river, the fireflies, the dirt under your fingernailsâyou try to feel the chill in the October breeze, the soft moss under your feet. You try to be alive.
"Why do you think that?" You ask even when you know the answer.
He takes another drag of his cigarette, and then exhalesâcasting his hair grey when the smoke drifts over his face.
He looks older here, when the night stretches over him. It reminds you how much has changed.
"Sometimes I think you're here to punish yourself." He says, passing you the cigarette again. "You say you come here for peace, but this isn't peace like a person should have. It's just an absence. Silence, and isolation, and nothing else." You glance down at his hand resting on his knee beside you, shadows deepening in the lines of his palm. He watches you. "I wish you'd stop hating yourself for what he's become."
A lump forms in your throatâyou remember Tom as a boy, the way he'd hold magic in his palms and make lights dance just to make you laugh. You remember the way he once looked at you, quietly and gently in a way that made you feel safe within crumbling walls offering cold stone decorum. You remember one of the last times at Hogwarts, once things took a turn, when he held more than just magic in his palmsâwhen the lights danced only to burn you instead of make you laugh.
You wonder what it says about you, that you loved him in both.
"I don't hate myself, Matt." You mutter, more conviction than truth. "If I'm punishing myself at all, it's for giving him something to hurt."
He doesn't say anything for a while, so you think briefly that his silence is agreement. You and him both know that there is a lot to hurt about, when it comes to Tom.
"You didn't give him anything." He rebuttals with certainty. "He was who he was before you even knew his name."
It's easy to forget that sometimes, the way he had been all sharp edges even when you'd first met. The way he'd pulled you and his brother through crumbling, damp, narrow hallways with something far too assured for a six year old. Something that made you want to follow him foreverâsomething that whispered; I'll never let anything hurt you.
You exhale a plume of smoke. The fireflies look like falling stars when you close your eyes.
"Sometimes, I think I made him human." You say, and immediately wish you didn't. It's a weird thought, but one that comes unbidden. "Others, I think I made him evil."
It tastes like acid the moment you say it aloud. I made him evil. You think back to all those nights in the quiet, the way you taught him how to confide in you, the way he looked at you as if you held some answer he couldn't find on his own. You remember the secrets he shared, the way he softened when no one else could see. You remember how long it took him to get there.
But you remember the darker moments, tooâmoments when you didn't pull away, even when you should have. Moments you whispered reassurances instead of warnings, when you offered comfort instead of caution. Maybe, in those silences, you fed a need that shouldn't have been nourished, let him believe his ambitions weren't dangerous, only misunderstood.
You wonder if, in being the one person who never condemned him, you gave him permission to be what he became.
"And me?" Mattheo turns to you. You glance at him, the hard line of his mouth and his eyes that look more black than brown in the nightâ "did you make me evil too?"
You're both quiet for a moment, the only sound is the stream, the only motion is the flutter of the fireflies.
"I don't believe I made you anything." You say finally, letting him take the cigarette back from you. "I suppose you only became who you wanted to be."
You think, quietly, that it's a kinder fate than the rest.
He huffs a laugh. "So you think I wanted to be an asshole."
He's joking, you think. Or he's bitter again, resentful. You're sure he wanted to be whatever Tom would accept him asâthough you'd never say those words out loud.
"I think you wanted to be loved." Is what you settle on, and the words tear your throat apart as you speak them. "Just like I did."
He hums, noncommittally, and lights a third cigarette.
You wonder why you still know that he's bitter even when he's not saying the wordsâwhy you still know that he only hums that way when something hurts, or when it's a truth he can't bring himself to admit.
"You found it now, haven't you?" You fill his silence with another sentence you wish you didn't say. "You're engaged."
You watch the embers from the cigarette tip light up the hollows of his cheeks, the way it burns his eyes gold as he takes a drag on it.
"Yeah," he nods into the night. "I'm engaged."
Something selfish in you aches at that.
"Then why do you come here and look at me like you're lonely?" You try to ask it casually, but you don't think you manage it. You see him tense when he realizes how well you still read him. "What is it you're missing, Matt?"
"I don't know." He looks at you in the dark, his expression lost in the shadows of his hair. "Sometimes I think it's you."
It's an answer like a knife, because you've known all along that he feels the same way you doâthat the loneliness stays and the regret never really dissipatesâthat the 'what-ifs' linger long after they shouldn't.
"I'm not your girl." You remind him.
It sounds empty when you say it, but he made it clear when you were younger that he wanted it this way.
"You never were."
He looks away after that, to the stream, and you wonder if it has ever felt hollow like this.
All the lights seem very small suddenly, the moon, the starsâyou're not sure where his vulnerability is coming from, all these years in passing. You assume itâs the old sayingâabsence makes the heart grow fonder.
"But you wanted me to be." It's more of a question.
"For a time, when we were kids." He gives you honesty that surprises you. "Sometimes I think I still do."
Why?âyou want to ask, suddenly, desperatelyâand wonder at the cruelty of the thought. Asking that would be the worst kind of question. Why do you want me?
You think you know all the answers already. They sit bitter at the back of your throat.
"So that's why you come here." You say instead, shivering with the wind that brushes over you. "To remind yourself of all the reasons you still feel empty."
There's a dark sort of humour to the sound he lets out, one that makes your chest ache. He turns to you again, and his hands shake when he lifts the cigarette.
"It's not you that makes me feel empty, princess." He whispers. "It's the absence of you."
You look at him, thenâreally look. There's something strange about being twenty five and still seeing your childhood in his eyes. Despite the nickname, heâs not joking. Itâs the kind of confession that tastes like a fist, like a punch that breaks bones.
I know, you think. I wish it could have been different for us.
"You need to stop coming here." There's no spine in those words. They're putty between you. "Just like Tom told me to stop, I'm now telling you."
He's quiet, watching you as the embers of the cigarette flicker over his fingers.
"I'll stop," he pauses, and you see the pain in his throat as he swallows. "When he finally comes to you."
That, you think, will probably never happen.
"So you'll come here forever." You say, and his mouth twists in a silent, bitter smile.
"I guess I will."
You don't have a response to that. It's not a choice he makes so much as it is his reality, and you, of all people, could never fault him for that.
So instead of words, you lean to rest your head on his shoulder, same way you did when you were kids. You sit together, watching the moon and stars and the stream and the trees and everything else around you that reminds you you're alive, even if you don't feel it. You think of his fiancĂŠ, you know she'd never understand. This is childhood love in its most vulnerable formâand you thank him for it, silently, for reminding you that you're not alone. Even if you're sure you are.
He leans his head sideways, on top of yoursâa gesture almost automatic.
"I still think of you in the summer." He mutters into your hair. You close your eyes and remember the sun, the way it once felt like it touched your bones. "The summer when we were nine. Swimming in the river at night. Those stupid bugs that I thought were made of fire." He pauses for a minute, looking around, and you think he's done talking, until he isn't. "I suppose I do understand why you chose this life."
You remember that summer, too. Small children swimming in a river that was all silver shadows under the moonlight, chasing fireflies like stars. No parents to call you home, no rules except the ones of your own.
Somehow, that's not your favourite memory of him.
"And I think of you in the fall." You say, listening to your own voice sounding distant. "The year just before Hogwarts. When the leaves turned red and orange and gold. When you raked them into a pile for us to jump in."
He hums. "I tried to kiss you that fall."
"And Tom fought you for it."
"And he won." Mattheo's voice sounds distant too, almost lost. "He always won."
It's strange, thinking of autumn when you think of Mattheo, but it fitsâhe's just as fleeting. Beautiful, easy to fall into, but always gone too soon, leaving a chill in his place.
"Sometimes I think it's because he knew he could." You build off his thoughts. "And sometimes I think it's because he just wanted to prove it."
He shrugs. "Either way, I still lost."
It's such a mournful way to reminisce, you think, for the children you used to be.
"And what now?" You ask.
He exhales slowly, and the smoke looks like a mist in front of you. "I suppose now we both lose."
And that, is the most honest thing he's said all night.
You turn your face into his shoulder, the way you had when you were younger. You close your eyes, and for a moment you imagine being a child againâback in the days when love was simple and nights were endless. Back to a time when you didn't know things you should and all you had were each other's shoulders to lean on in an orphanage dirtier than the forest before you.
"We lose together, then." You offer, a half-whisper.
"Yeah," he answers, just as quiet, just as lost. "We lose together."
There's a bitter kind of contentment in that, you think. You're sure that's a terrible thing.
You take a few moments to brace yourself for the shift in conversation, and thenâ
"How is he?"
"He's fine." Mattheo understands what you aren't asking. "The leader he always wanted to be."
You close your eyes again and hear the stream running steady, moving around rocks that have been shaped by years of its presence. You ignore the ache in your chest.
"He's happy?"
You don't have to open your eyes to know that Mattheo smiles bitterly. "He's as happy as someone like Tom could be."
There are several beats of silence, the kind that holds too many unsaid things. You feel it in Mattheos exhale that there's something he isn't saying. You don't press him on it. You sit together like this for a while under the skyâwatching the way the dark clouds move, the stars shift.
You think about childhoods that never last. About fireflies and streams and boys you loved.
"Tell me something true." You murmur as the midnight grog sets in. "Tell me something that'll warm me through winter."
Mattheo pauses, silent, and for a moment you think he's not going to answer.
"I've loved you most of my life." He mutters finally, into the top of your head. The words feel like a breath of summer, in a quiet, dark night. "That's the kind of truth that could melt an iceberg."
It's the sort of declaration you could only share in the cover of the night, in the silence of a forest. Not the sort of admission that would ever survive daylight. I've loved you most of mine, too.
"And a lie?" You reply.
His fingertips run through his hair, almost idly. You suppose he's looking back into memories of fleeting autumn's and summer sun, the time he tried to kiss you and the day he pushed you away. He doesn't answer the question for a while. You wonder if he doesn't have an answer, or if he just doesn't want to say it.
And then, finally, quietlyâ "I'm happy for him."
You close your eyes again. That, you think, is the cold truth of winter.
You turn your face again into his shoulder for a second time tonight, but you keep your eyes open. You can feel the weight of your childhood on your shoulders, the trees and the creek behind you, and the silence that follows his lie.
Suddenly, you're furiousâa fire tearing through regret. You wish Mattheo hadn't chosen booze, fights, and empty escapes. You wish he'd let you love him properly before pushing you away. You wish he hadn't always resented Tomâhadn't always felt second best in a way no amount of reassurance could fix. Yet somehow, you just can't fault him for any of it.
He's always known you loved Tom first; he's carried that like a wound.
"Ask me to lie to you." You say as you swallow your anger.
There's an exhale. You're sure Mattheo's watching the trees, the wind as it runs quietly past.
"Lie to me."
You tilt your head up to the sky. You try to remember that fall, you try to feel what it was like to be a child again, and to believe in a future that wasn't shaped by the past. You think of his fiancĂŠ.
"I'm happy for you." You whisper.
From the corner of your eye, you know he smiles bitterly again, but he responds with nothing more than his unsteady breathing. You're both silent like this for the rest of his stay, together under the moon that's watched you both change.
"I'll be back in a month," he mutters, just loud enough for you to hear as time stretches thin.
He has to go before the sun rises, before dawn coaxes him into staying. You consider, if only for the flicker of a second, letting him.
"I'll see you then." You lean back and look up into his eyes, searching into the gold buried deep. If you look too long, you think you may see his broken heart. You make yourself smile anyway. "Write to me."
"Even if you don't write back." He replies with a nod.
The cold air makes your eyes water. For a moment he's still, like he may pull you into him and drown you in all the things he feels. Instead, he puts a cigarette into his mouth, lighting it with one of his hands. The lighter casts an orange glow over his face that makes him look pale and tired again, like the boy you'd met in an orphanage that was so much dirtier than the forest before you.
"Good night." He murmurs, and you feel his thumb brush your cheek before he apparates back to the life you left behind.
And now, alone under the black sky, you take a deep breath. Then, you exhale, go back into your cabin and you try not to think about all the things you've lost.
You try not to think of the boy you've loved for far too large a part of your life and how it changed the boy who's loved you for far too large a part of his. You try instead to focus on what you haveâwalls and peace and solitude, something certain that won't disappear when it rains.
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âš â§âË á° i like the way you kiss me, i can tell you miss me
synopsis. âš â§âË á° your ex boyfriend childe recently found out that you've been seeing another guy lately. // ę°á˘â¸â¸â¸â¸á˘ęą âĄ
cw. jealous! childe, rough & needy, exes missing each other but not admitting it, hinted at a previous toxic relationship between you two, fem! reader âĄ
"did he touch you like this?" childe mumbles against your ear as his hand slowly slid over your curves, touching your body.
the impact this brazen question had on you made your body shudder in embarrassment, not only that but you could feel your own blood being forced to frenziedly race through your shape with every new drag of his cock dashing ripples of glee into you.
he knows what he's doing, he's planned this.
the harbinger knows everything apparently, or perhaps he's actually made up an entire different story to what he thought happened on your date.
he cups your cheek and runs his thumb across your bottom lip reverently, "or was he rougher?" slower?" he taunts, and there's an instant jolt of pride up the harbinger's spine when he notices how you're embarrassingly averting his satisfied gaze.
he hasn't lost his grip on you yet, he's sure of it, and he welcomed that you're so easy to read, to the point where you'd choke on a cry consistently, more so when he rushed through that one spot he would never forget to stimulate.
"w-why does it matter?" your words come out quicker than your mind could've properly processed them as you whimper out wetly to him.
you quirk up a brow, feeling a tender hold of confidence aid your frame, "aahâ it's not like we're dating anymore or anything,"
that breathy, almost belittling laugh that tumbled over your parted mouth reached his heart, fracturing his vitality.
"we're broken up, ajax, please," you shuffle your arms around his neck before abruptly pulling him towards you, so your lips could brush against his ear shell as you whisper seductively;
"i can fuck whoever i want,"
tilting his head, instead of falling for it, childe confidently cocks a brow before planting a wet kiss on your cheek, "huh? archons, what a mouth you got on yourself," as he spreads, burns and dominates your glistening walls until he's certain you're where he needed you to beâ vulnerable to him, perhaps even admitting the truth and stopping your bratty mouth to spill anymore wrongs.
"come on, will you? come on," he laughs manically, his hips jerking hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs as your breasts bounce in tandem with his ruthless thrust, "don't pretend like he'll ever catch up to me, fuckâ baby..." he grinds deeper, watching how a nasty ring of white covers the majority of his base.
you roll your eyes but know he's rightâ because no one could ever unlock the love you've had for ajax before you two had broken up. those rough hands of his were your everything, in comparison to how he used them against his enemies, towards you, he wielded them lightly.
you squeeze and squeeze him, practically telling him that yes, you've missed him so much but no, you're not willing to ever get in a relationship with him again. for that, you've put in too much work already to forget about ajax, the man you loved so unconditionally.
"doesn't matter," your voice echos like a soft whimper as you hug him, desperately wanting to feel how all his inches were painfully throbbing while squeezed by your walls, "we. don't. work." concurrently to his sultry rolls, you pant out a crushing reality.
childe didn't want to hear that, not now, not ever again.
he pushes inside and groans out hot against your ear, before forcing himself to move his hips slower, despite the expanded lust inside of him wanting to slam right into you, fuckâ the harbinger was aggravated, frustrated and saddened at the same time. not because of you, yet due to the fact that primarily, it was his fault that things ended on how they did.
a candid confession should never find its way inside of a situation this unrepeatable, "i love you," he whines, his cock plunging with passion as if to emphasize his spelled out words.
your mouth opens instantly for a rebuttal as he swiftly runs a hand down your breasts, pinching your nipples, desperate to swallow up your mewls and keep them stored within him.
foreheads pressed against each other, no words said out loud.
childe regrets everything right now, because you are just his everything, his all.
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kizzatober series: Smooth Criminals
Kinktober Prompts: Clothed Male/Naked Female, Thigh Riding, Knife Play Synopsis: The university campus is being terrorized by a copycat Ghostface killer. As a popular sorority girl with a dumb jock bf, you are a prime choice to be his next victim especially given how he can't stop thinking about you. But you're no ordinary Sorority Girl bimbo, now are you? CW: AU college fic. blood obsession/hematolagnia, bimbo reader, murder, slight DV (from your npc jerk ass bf), unprotected sex, masturbation, slight age gap (roughly 21 vs 28) and dark content. NOTE: If death/killer romanticization related shit triggers you this is probably a fic to avoid because that is happening all through this bitch. I literally wrote a murder fluff smut fic lmfao. WC: 6.5k of 15.4k Lightly black fem coded (reader is an AKA lmfao) but no descriptors.
A/N: This is my first kinktober fic! I'm sorry this took so long y'all but last week been low key hell and I was sick for a lot of it. Also I did struggle with this a bit since this one I decided to do as an whole fic instead of PWP and now its gotten to be so long its definitely going to be in two parts. Sorry there's no smut in the first part, but there is some fluff and some juicy build up. I've never written for Choso before but he's so baby girl omg I'm obsessed with him now but still I'm a bit nervous posting this. sorry if its dog.
Enjoy!
âEver felt a knife rip through human flesh and scrape the bone beneath?â
Those were the last words a nameless student heard before Ghostface's hunting knife shined menacingly in the air and came down to claim its newest victim.
Shluk! Shluk! Shluk!
Metal slashed through flesh with razor precision.
Gurgled death cries are silenced as the lifeless body collapses to the ground.Â
A thick pool of blood began gathering around them to fan out and travel around their body down the slanted titled floor to drain.Â
Choso breathed in deeply.Â
A wave of calm washed over him.Â
Peace.Â
Almost in an enlightened state, he felt the most serene after a kill.Â
It was beautiful.Â
Blood was beautiful.
The surging stream of blood that would eventually slow to a trickle, the abstract designs of its splatter and the way it swirled around the body splayed across the ground like paint on a canvas.
Like a painting.Â
A death painting⌠and the knife, his paintbrush.Â
This was his art.
Choso can recall the first time he actually saw blood beyond a minor scrape.Â
He couldnât have been more than 6 years old. No doubt trying to impress his younger brother Yuji by balancing on top of the monkey bars. After all this time Choso isnât certain as to how, but he lost his footing and fell flat on his face onto the unforgiving concrete below.
Screams of children filled the area once Choso pushed himself up onto his feet. He immediately felt wetness rush down his face. However, rather than cry or panic a young Choso cocked his head curiously when he noticed his reflection on the metal jungle gym. A warped view of his face mirrored back at him but he could still make out the bright red fluid cascading down his features staining him in red.Â
Choso didnât know how long he stood transfixed, mesmerized by the sight of rouge river that flowed from him until Yuji ran back crying with their parents in tow.Â
It was how he had the scar across the bridge of his nose till this day, which became unsightly enough he had decided to get a black bar tattooed over it as soon as he turned 18.Â
From then on he couldnât deny his growing obsession with blood and seeing it leave the human body. All of which had led him here to this university to attain a PHD in Forensics.Â
He picked this university, not only for their program but it was the perfect small town playground for Ghostface, a local urban legend from years ago he decided to revive once he felt as he had attained enough knowledge not to get caught. Â
Choso was meticulous in his process.Â
Ironclad alibis, no distinctive patterns and no victims with any connections to each other, nor him. Additionally, he had memorized all the angles of the universityâs security system (thanks to a security guard he had bribed then promptly killed).Â
His victims' lives were just his means to an end for his art and most students on this campus wouldnât amount to much anyway outside of that was how he justified it. Choso did like toying with them on occasion though, fear made the blood pump faster and spray harder once he finally did catch them.Â
Sadly, he could never admire his creations for too long though before needing to make his own exit.Â
Almost midnight.Â
Ten more minutes before campus security makes another round.
He took one last glance at the scene of carnage he had created before disappearing into the night.Â
â
In just a mere 2 hours, the news of another Ghostface murder spread across campus.Â
The universityâs students were either scared, scattering back to barricade themselves in their dorms. Or curious, lingering around the crime scene near the safety of the news crews and reporters who had gathered to see who the unlucky victim was this time.
No one however, is likely more curious than you: A third year forensics undergrad, who was just itching to get a real glimpse of your first real crime scene, a Ghostface copycat killer crime scene at that!Â
You had even left a huge frat party (to be fair it was about to get broken up soon anyway) to trek across campus in the bitter cold of late fall.Â
âY/N, letâs go backâ,â one of your pledges whined, ââitâs cold and my feet hurt in these heels!â
âShh, Stassi, shut up! What if this is an initiation test?â another pledge whispered.Â
Your sorority pledges chatter on behind you and you almost forgot you brought them along. Itâs not like you wanted to but, like it or not, they were attached to you at the hip like little ducklings until rush was over.
With a clap you turn on your heel to address them.
âLadiesââÂ
However you abruptly stop once you see your Forensics TA, Choso Kamo, taking what appeared to be a night jog across the campus quad.Â
Was he going to the crime scene too? Your face instantly lights up and your pledges look around confused.
âWait here girlies! Iâll be 5 minutes maxâŚ. No, I mean it. Wait right here!â   Â
Your pledges huff quietly, but agree.Â
They had no choice really as you were already skipping as fast as your not-so-sober legs would carry you in 5-inch pumps over the quad lawn. Truthfully, that was not something they were trying to do too, especially not to chase down what looked like some creepy emo nerd.
âChoso!â
You call out to him and wave, but he doesnât look like he sees you as you hurry towards him.
âHey Choooo! Wait up!â You puffed out, trying to maneuver over the grass in your heels.Â
Choso sighed recognizing your voice, reluctantly slowing his pace. He would have kept on jogging but he knew you would keep calling out to him and draw even more attention that he really didnât need right now.
Finally catching up to him, you grab Chosoâs arm and loop yours through. He flinched slightly at your touch but you knew he always seemed a bit jumpy when it came to physical contact, so this didnât phase you.Â
If anything you thought his reactions were kinda cute.
âWhere are you going weirdo? All the action is back that way!â You teased with a big grin and pointed in the direction of the crime scene.
Choso tries to ignore how his adrenaline was pumping even faster from you holding on to him than when he was running, especially dressed as you were.Â
You looked sexy as hell utterly ridiculous.
You were decked out in a sailor costume, which was pretty much just a poor excuse for lingerie at this point. Your white sailor flap collar attached to nothing more than a sparkly navy bra with shiney white and red trims, leaving your midsection exposed showing your cute little belly ring in the shape of an anchor.Â
This was complemented by a dangerously short yet matching sparkling navy pleated skirt which sat low on your thick hips. Your shapely legs were the most covered part of your body yet still looked overwhelmingly tempting in red glittery garters, attached to white opaque stockings in glittery red heels.
âIâm the weirdo⌠but youâre dressed like that in 40 degree weather.â Choso retorted, brow raised.
âDuh ChosoââÂ
You released his arm to give him a twirl in your outfit, not noticing the way he nervously wet his lips watching your skirt rise with your little spin.
ââThe âGet Nautiâ party was tonight silly, where have you been!?â
Oh you know, just casually killing someone. Choso resisted the urge to roll his eyes.Â
Of course he knew about the party.Â
The campus had been littered with fliers for âGet Nautiâ for the past two weeks. Nothing Choso would ever be interested in as he would rather stab himself in the face than attend a mind-numbing party with a bunch of bro-for-brain frat guys.Â
However, he did take advantage of the opportunity to create another death painting as Ghostface with the rest of campus preoccupied.Â
He couldnât tell you that though obviously.
âGym,â Choso said flatly and shrugged, âHeading back to the dorms n-â
ââYou mean you aren't going to the Social Sciences building!? Donât you remember?!â You cut him off in your excitement.Â
âThe police said they would let us forensic students look at the next crime scene!â
Your face had a warm glow and your movements slightly swayed. You were clearly drunk.
âNo Y/N, they said they might let the PhD students, like me, look at the crime scene⌠and that was only a slim âmaybeâ. Youâre still just an undergradâ, he reminded you, much to your dismay as you puffed your cheeks.
But seriously, Choso thought, even the incompetent local police would have enough sense not to let you on the crime scene dressed as you are now, even if you were a PhD student.Â
âAwe no fair,â you whine dejectedly. âBut you should go, Cho! Then you can tell me all about it! Pleaseeee, Iâm dying to know what a Ghostface crime scene looks like. I hear itâs kinda gruesome!â
You gazed up at Choso through fluttering long lashes as you poked out your cherry glossed lips. It was a pout that could famously leave any frat boy at your mercy, but it never seemed to stir Choso much (that you could tell at least).
Choso swallowed.Â
On the contrary, your charms worked rather well on him. His mouth was dry and he unconsciously clenched and unclenched a sweat ridden palm behind his back.Â
The hell were you doing being this excited over a crime scene? One of his crime scenes for that matter?Â
Choso really didnât know what to make of that.
âY/N itâs late. I still have papers to grade. Iâm going back to my dorm now and you should get home too,â Choso said flatly, trying to keep his cool although fatigue was etched into his voice.
He was in peak physical form but still feeling the strain given he just chased his last victim all over the Social Sciences building. Not to mention still having assignments to grade. All which would be fine if he also wasnât on edge from you right now as well.
âBoooooâŚChoso yoâ ahchoo!â You sneezed from the cold.Â
The effects of alcohol could only do so much to keep you warm in these low temperatures while you were standing still.Â
With another sigh Choso unzipped his black track jacket, taking it off and putting it around your shoulders.Â
He was doing so as much for your sake as his own. Choso couldnât help but notice your boobs looking like they were going to pop out of your flimsy sailor bra at any moment when you folded your arms underneath them for warmth.
He was really doing his best to maintain eye contact with you.
âAwe thanks Cho, youâre so chivalrous!â You giggled, blushing as you snuggled into his jacket.Â
You could still feel his body heat lingering on the material but the heady scent of oak and sandwood from his cologne warmed you even more.
You also couldnât help but stare as the black compression turtleneck he wore underneath clung to his body like a second skin. You had suspicions he was fit but you never saw him wear anything beyond his dark colored button ups and shaggy sweaters when in class.Â
âNow go home, Y/N. You shouldnât even be out here alone this late.âÂ
Chosoâs stern voice snapped you out of your ogling.
âBut Iâm not alone silly!âÂ
You pointed to the group of scared and shivering freshmen girls also in various states of sparkly undress all for the sake of âgetting nautiâ standing on a paved path not too far off.Â
They looked absolutely miserable.Â
âI have my pledges!âÂ
Choso gave you an incredulous look. You were too clueless.Â
âSo let me get this straight⌠You are drunk. You have drunk freshmen with you, who shouldnât even be drinking in the first placeâŚand you plan on taking them to a murder scene? Where the cops are?â You made an âOHâ face and absentmindedly laughed as you came to the realization it probably wasnât the best look for Chapter VP of the AKAs to take a bunch of drunk and terrified freshmen pledges straight into a recent crime scene. Even if you could put an academic spin on it as it was relevant to your major classes.
Yikes, and on second thought, your house mom would flip her entire shit if she found out.
âGo home Y/N,â Choso said again, shaking his head.
âBesides, you should be more focused on the Chemistry lab midterm on Monday. You know you canât afford to fail.â
You sulked but relented, he was right. On both accounts.
As your T.A. for that class Choso knew better than anyone just how much your grade depended on passing that lab and you hadnât even so much as glanced at your notes yet this week.
âAye Aye, Capitan Choso, sir!â you teased giving him a salute with a wink and lifted knee, your sailor skirt lifting a bit higher.
It was a cute move, or it would have been at least if it hadn't caused your weight to shift all on to one foot. The heel of the sparkly red glitter pump baring your weight sunk into the patch of soft soil beneath you causing your foot to pop out of the shoe as you tumble forward.Â
You would have definitely ate shit and embarrassed yourself in front of Choso, your pledges and whoever else was walking across the quad at this time of night if Chosoâs quick reflexes didnât catch you.Â
You let out a squeak and waved your arms as you fell tits first onto Chosoâs hard chest.Â
Shit.Â
Choso could feel your hardened nipples pressing against him through the flimsyass costume you wore. He tried hard to focus on how cold it was outside. Anything rather than how warm your body felt up against him or how his biceps tensed from the tight grip of your delicate fingers that sought stability from him.
You grinned sheepishly. You thanked him for catching you not realizing the position you were in nor the torment you were putting this man through.
Setting you upright quickly, Choso crouched down to retrieve your shoe.Â
His plan was to simply place it near your foot but he felt your hand land on his shoulder and you raised your dainty foot up expectantly.
Any attempts to avert his gaze proved futile as Choso couldnât stop his eyes from traveling up the length of your leg.Â
Your opaque white stockings practically glowed in the darkness illuminating the shapely calves it covered and thick thighs the tight material cut into. Your hips strained against your garters up until your âhe caught himself and his eyes snapped up immediately.
He was a killer, not a perv at least he was trying not to be.
Gingerly making sure to only touch your ankle, you were giggling again as he put your shoe on your foot and placed it on the grass again.
âThanks Choso! You really are a lifesaver, ya know! I canât bend down in this skirt.â
âDonât mention it.â Choso quickly replied, pushing his bangs out of his face in exasperation.Â
Really donât.Â
Choso was trying to forget the flash of red lace he saw that barely covered your plump puâ No he had to stop, you were technically his student even if he was just a T.A.
He would surely have to kill you if he popped a boner right now. He was trying to keep a low profile already and did not need to add âsexual deviant' to his name from a student harassment claim.
âFor real now, go home Y/N.â Choso silently pleaded you would just listen this time.Â
He always felt more compulsive right after a kill and didnât know what he would do if you stayed around him like this much longer.
You finally relented to his relief, nodding and mumbling a sad little goodnight pulling his jacket around your shoulders tighter as you turned to leave back to your pledges.Â
Choso started to leave as well but your voice stopped him as you looked at him over your shoulder.
âYou know ChosoâŚâ You smoothed your skirt down behind you and flashed him a pageant winning smile, âI donât mind that you saw them.â
Before Chosoâs short-circuiting brain could even process what you said you were bouncing off back to your pledges. âOkay ladies, now make like Bey and get in formation! Back to the Soro house!âÂ
Your pledges erupted with various replies fromâÂ
âThank God!ââÂ
âDid you just go over there to steal that nerdâs jacket? Boss!ââ
âWas that your boyfriend, Y/N?â
âY/Nâs bf is a starter on the football team, she doesnât want that weird emo dork.â
âNo, sis did you see his musclesâ That emo look is still kinda hot right now, huh Y/N?âÂ
âAwe, but I want to go back to the frat!âÂ
âall fluttered from the group of chattering girls as you cheerily led them back to the Sorority house.Â
You laughed at their comments hoping Choso couldnât hear them though, as they were a bit embarrassing.Â
Unfortunately for the both of you, there was no way for Choso not to hear your rowdy group of drunk giggling girls, heâs sure the whole quad did.Â
Choso rolled his eyes as a chill took over him as he started the jog back to his dorms.Â
He was glad he had given you his jacket though. The way his body had started to respond to you just now the frigid jog back to the dorms would do him good.Â
He just wanted to shower, grade a few papers then go to bed, he didnât want to end up fisting his cock to you again tonight.Â
You had plagued his peace for too long. It wouldnât do him any good to think of you, itâs not like he could ever have you.Â
Sure you went to the same university but you might as well have been from two different worlds.Â
You were a popular sorority undergrad with the attention of virtually the entire male population on campus.Â
Choso was a PhD student who was used to fading in the background, most avoided him due his looks and academic focus anyway.Â
He only had an affiliation with you because his scholarships were tied to being a T.A. for undergrad forensics classes.Â
Also you did have a boyfriend.Â
An asshole neanderthal football-wide-receiver boyfriend who he would have been tempted to kill already had he not served his own purpose as a reality check and barrier for Choso.
Oh and had an eccentric obsession with blood going for him and was also the Ghostface copycat killer, that too.Â
He was sure that would go over well with you, Choso mused sarcastically.
â
Upon returning to his dorm Choso took a shower, graded papers and tried to fall asleep but inevitably jerked his cock off to you.
Twice.Â
The sounds and images of your ditzy little laugh and skippy little panties consumed him as soon as he closed his eyes. The phantom feeling of the way your nipples felt pressed against his chest and how you clung to him desperately had him feeling near insatiable.Â
Choso admittedly thinks of killing you often. Just to get some peace of mind.
It wouldnât be difficult at all to pull off. Itâs not like you could put up much of a fight against him.
He didnât want to break his rule of killing anyone with a connection to him but Choso had also never had anyone stir him the way you did.Â
You were a distraction and liability to him. If he killed you he could finally stop thinking about youâŚright?
You would make a beautiful death painting too.
Choso imagines thick red blood splattered across your curves.Â
The fatal gash from the femoral artery in your thigh oozing out a continuous stream of blood. The cut would have to be considerably deep too considering how meaty your thighs were.Â
Would the blood streak down your long leg as you desperately tried to hobble away from him in your slutty red heels?
Or would you collapse in fear and surrender to him fully? Landing in such a way that allowed the blood to redirect backwards and soil the flimsy red panties poorly concealing the fat of your cunt as you cried out in fear.
Fuck.Â
He was hard again.Â
He reached over to his night stand for his lotion bottleâ practically empty thanks to his nonstop fantasies of you.
God, he was pathetic.
â
The school week that followed was relatively uneventful.Â
You passed your lab midterms much to Chosoâs surprise. Although you always seemed to pass with a relatively decent grade despite how you struggled to get there. Holding firm to your B average in the class and 3.3 GPA in your major overall.
He had to admit you were a better student than he originally gave you credit for. It makes him recall when he first saw you last spring.Â
You were a late enroll to Forensic Biology 101. Not only that, you burst into the third class of the semester nearly 15 minutes late.
Oblivious to all the eyes your disruption earned, you leaned on your knees as your chest heaved from exertion giving the entire class an amazing view of your tits spilling from your pink crop top adorned with the prestigious âAKAâ sorority.Â
You definitely would have given the class an additional show from bending over in your tight green jean skirt had your ass not been facing the door. Choso eyes couldn't help but travel down the length of your legs, your glossy white painted toes peeking out strappy pink pumps.Â
You smiled brightly once you caught your breath and apologized for your late entrance but you were newly voted chapter vice president and had just come from your first meeting.Â
Surely you had the wrong classroom.
âErâ this class is Forensic Biology 101 young lady.â The older male professor had given you a once over also thinking you must be lost.
âMhm, yup! Iâm Y/N! I just changed my major!â you beamed and handed the professor your schedule.
He looked at it and back at you twice.
âHm, well so it isâŚbut you are already behind, little lady. Go and take a seat next to the T.A. in the back, Choso Kamo, he will catch you up.â
Just his luck. Choso didnât want to babysit some sorority bimbo who would probably drop this class in two weeks once the labs started.Â
Your university was famous for the forensics program. If you graduated you were all but guaranteed a job at a prominent lab in a major city but more than two thirds of undergrad students dropped it once the rigorous labs began.Â
You didnât look like you would last.
Especially when you told him your interest in forensics came from watching Dexter. You told him how you thought the actor was hott and how his kill rooms were âso cool.â Choso definitely rolled his eyes at that and wrote you off as a soon-to-be drop out.
You proved him wrong though.Â
You were a bit of a ditz and a huge clutz but Choso came to understand t's more because you had about a billion different things going on in your head at once rather than you just being dumb or careless.Â
You were also a hard worker.Â
It was admirable how many activities you were involved in yet still tried as hard as you did in your classes. You always came to his T.A. review sessions and even sought him out at times while he was in the research library to ask him questions.Â
You were a good student and he was a horrible T.A. for even thinking of you in this way.Â
The campus bell tower struck noon in the distance and Choso looked down to see that he had only read a single paragraph since he sat down to study thirty minutes ago.
Fuck, he had lost himself in thinking about you again.Â
Choso put a hand over his face.Â
He was sitting alone at a picnic table on the outer, less populated edges of the quad trying to read a textbook but every time he heard a high pitched giggle he snapped his head up thinking it was you.
Class schedules were a bit different due to midterms and he hadnât seen you the entire week other than to administer the lab but that didnât mean you didnât still plague his thoughts more increasingly as of late.
It was making Choso a bit reckless.Â
Needing to relieve stress he had created 2 more death paintings. A mistake as it was rumored the local police would soon reach out to bigger towns for more help and perhaps even the FBI would send an agent soon to campus if this kept up.Â
He had to move more carefully.Â
Maybe make it look like there were multiple Ghostface killers for starters.
â3 Victims, One Week: The Copycat Ghostface Reign of Terror Continues!âÂ
You read aloud adding a bit of dramatic flair to your voice as you recite the front headline of the campus paper and jar Choso from his thoughts of you.Â
Speak of the devil.
You approached Choso at his table and he immediately noticed you were wearing his jacket again, well more like swimming in it as it was clearly too big for you.
This time though you were bundled up in a scarf, leggings and heeled booties. He was glad his face was already a bit red from sitting out in the cold because he couldnât stop the intrusive thoughts from forming that you looked even sexier cozied up and comfortable in his jacket than in the slutty sailor costume.
âI donât know why you even bother reading that shit Y/N. They never have any interesting details anyway.â Choso tried to feign disinterest in your arrival but his leg was already slightly bouncing under the table, nervous energy returning.
âWell I have to! You wouldnât go to the crime scene for me last Saturday, remember?â
How could he forget? Â
However a part of him did want you to view it though, his masterpieces, his kills.Â
See how glorious their blood looked sprayed on the walls, the ground, and the general surroundings of his victims.Â
But he knew youâd never appreciate them the way he did even if you were a forensics student.
âOh and sorry!âÂ
You interrupted his thoughts once again.
âI meant to give you back your jacket, Iâve been carrying it with me hoping Iâd run into you but I ran out today and forgot mineâŚwhoops! I hope you donât mind me wearing yours a bit longer?â
Your saccharine smile has Choso sucking in a hard breath.Â
At this point he would prefer you to just keep it, he couldnât trust himself if he had it back with your scent all over it knowing you had been carrying it around all week.
He would never know any peace.
âKeep it as long as you need.â
âKay!â
You smile at him as you haphazardly plop your overstuffed tote bag down next to him, which of course spilled all its colorful contents all over the table.Â
âOh Crap!âÂ
You lean over to reach for your bag but almost spill the tray of hot coffees in your hand.
âY/N, Watch out!âÂ
Choso grabbed the tray before it could spill all over his and your belongings and sat it down on the table with a small exhale.
âOh! Thank you!â You flash him a big grin. âI got this one for you!âÂ
You handed him a grande cup with âpumpkin spice dirty chaiâ scribbled on it.
Choso preferred his coffee black and he has definitely told you that before but you always just brought him whatever sugary drink you ordered saying he needed to âtry new thingsâ.Â
He wasnât about to turn you down though, caffeine was caffeine and as a PhD student he needed all he could get. Choso also knew it was your way of thanking him for helping you so much in forensics. Â
âThanks...â Choso mumbled taking a sip. Shit this is actually good.
You sat down next to him, a little too close for comfort with your spandex clad thigh brushing up against his leg.
âWhatcha reading? Is it for your thesis?â You were perilously close leaning on him as you looked over his broad shoulder onto his textbook.
âYeah, some forensics texts I need to review for citations. This section focuses on serology and bloodstain pattern analysis,â Choso stated knowledgably.Â
âOh! Like in Dexter!âÂ
âYeah, Y/N, like in Dexter.âÂ
Maybe Choso is growing a bit soft as he canât resist but to crack a small smile at your kid-like-enthusiasm for the subject, you were incorrigible.Â
Choso also doesnât miss the way your eyes sparkle when you ask him to tell you more about his research.Â
And so he does.
Sometimes Choso forgets how easy you are to talk on the subject. To be frank no one outside his own PHD program ever asks him about his thesis so before he realizes it heâs letting his guard down to indulge you.
You both get so lost in the conversation to the point it hasnât even phased Choso yet that you are now actually leaning on him.Â
Your soft cheek rests near his shoulder and your body angles deeper into his as you point to ask him about a passage on the page which he begins to break down. Â
You try to focus on his words but in the midst of Chosoâs explanation your eyes stray from the text up to his face.Â
You feel your body start to warm.You always thought he was attractive. His dark looks never deterred you if anything they were refreshing from the crew cut preppy jocks around you. Even more so with his piercings in.
Choso never wore any of his piercings during classes or while in the research library. You counted six facial piercings in total from the three on his brows to the septum, labret and finally the black bar piercing through his tongue that darted out exposed with the movements of his mouth.Â
Studying him further you discover for the first time his tattoo across the bridge of his nose was actually covering a scar. It looked old but like it had been deep.Â
You couldnât help but wonder if it had hurt him and why he chose to cover it.Â
You didnât even realize you had reached out to touch it until you felt his gaze snap to you.Â
Stunned and a bit embarrassed, you withdraw your hand.
âAh, sorry I just noticed your tattoo was covering a scarâŚâ you trailed off hoping he wouldnât be annoyed with you.
Annoyance was the last thing on Chosoâs mind as finally registered how you had melded yourself into his side body.Â
Although his usual reaction would be to withdraw back, you might as well have him chained down to the table now as he was practically immobilized by you not even being able to look away.Â
âUh, yeah it happened years ago when I was a kid...I fell off the monkey bars, there was a lot of blood.âÂ
No one had even recognized it since Choso had it covered years ago. You were the first.
âOh no! I loved the monkey bars, we used to climb up on them all the time when I was little. I guess those things are kinda dangerous huh? Actually, Iâm kinda shocked I never fell, a miracle right?âÂ
You laughed and Choso found himself smiling at you again.Â
You were too accident prone so it really was a miracle.Â
âYeah, good thing you never fell Y/N⌠It would be a shame to have to get a big ugly tattoo on that cute face.âÂ
Choso swore on his life those last words only were said in his head but from the way your eyes widened he knew he fucked up.
âI- that is.. I meant-â
Choso smacked a hand over his face. He canât believe he just said that out loud to you. He was really losing it.Â
âSo you think Iâm cute?â you teased giggling. You angled your head so you could look up at him from underneath his hand.
âYeah, about as cute as the blood splatter diagram on this page.â he teased you back. A small smirk on his features as he peeked at you through his fingers.
âHey!âÂ
Choso chuckled. Little did you know he actually paid you a huge compliment comparing you to something he thought so alluring as blood.
You grab the hand covering his face as your smile widens and you playfully struggle with Choso.Â
You donât become aware of your close proximity until you almost bump noses.
Choso locks eyes with you and you feel your tummy tighten as you bite your lip.Â
Youâre still holding his hand and after a while you work up the courage as your other hand comes up to touch his face.Â
âYour tattoo isnât ugly Choso,â you breathe out softly.
Choso closes his eyes as you trace the scar beneath his tattoo.Â
You werenât sure what you were doing but your hand involuntarily begins to travel across his face and his piercings until they graze over his lips and he opens his eyes again. Â
Startled by the sudden hungry look in his eyes you pull back your hand but he captures it in his own, him being the one to trap you this time.
If either one of you just moved even an inch forward your lips would touch. You see Chosoâs lips part whenâ
âYo! Hands off my girl, freakshow!âÂ
âDean!?â You pulled back out of Chosoâs embrace, floored to see your boyfriend and some more of his football buddies heading towards you as you knew they still should have been at practice around this time.
âOooh heâs in for it now messinâ with Deanâs girl.â Deanâs football friends snickered.
Choso audibly breathes out in exasperation. The moment was ruined and he really didnât have the patience to deal with your neanderthal boyfriend and his football lackeys who all shared a singular brain cell.Â
Didnât they have a ball or something to chase?
âUh hey, Dean I..âÂ
You stop yourself when itâs clear Dean is ignoring you entirely as he approaches the table. Not even looking your way to greet you.Â
His aura oozes faux tough guy bully and walks straight up to Choso to size him up leaning on the table to tower over him.
âIâm talking to you, freak. You think you can put your hands on what belongs to me?â
Choso doesnât look up at him but his grip instinctively tightens on the pen in his hand under the table as if it was Ghostfaceâs hunting knife.Â
Deanâs show of bravado going ignored by Choso pisses him off even more that his teammates are with him and the tough guy act is failing to have any real effect.Â
Tch.Â
With a swift movement Dean knocks Chosoâs coffee over on the table, its half drunken contents falling on both you, Choso and his books.Â
This has Choso rising out of his seat as he thinks your boyfriend must have an unknown death wish.
Chosoâs pen is still in his grasp but by his side now. It would be too easy to drive it into Deanâs neck before the dolt even knew what hit him. A bit extreme, but it could be considered an unfortunate accident of self defense if Dean struck first.
Fortunately, you stepped in between the two in order to diffuse the situation without picking up on Chosoâs murderous intent.Â
You chewed your lip. This was low key, your fault. You technically were dating Dean. Although Dean was always the furthest thing from your mind when you were around Choso.Â
You didnât even feel guilty for being caught as youâve had your own suspicions for a while Dean had been cheating on you anyway, you just couldnât prove it. You were still dating him more out of convenience than anything else, other jocks and frat boys left you alone knowing you were with him.
The only guilt you actually did feel was for Choso. This wasnât his problem or relationship but of course Dean was a big enough asshole to make this into an actual issue with Choso since it was becoming clearer how little respect he had for you.
âDean, what the hell is your problem!? You got coffee everywhere, this isnât even my jacket.âÂ
âDonât what the hell me Y/N, you're so fucking dumb youâre going to let this freak get in your pants whenâ wait youâre wearing fucking his jacket!?âÂ
Dean was yelling now and a small crowd was forming and starting to take out their phones to record.Â
You could not let this turn into an incident.
âDean chill the entire fuck out, would you?! It was cold, so he let me borrow itâ Heâs just my T.A.â
A wave of harsh realization washed over Choso.Â
Just her T.A.
Right.
Choso is no one important to you, especially with your football boyfriend and social standing on the line.
Heâd let whatever the fuck almost happened between the two you just now make him forget that.Â
Not anymore.
âThatâs right. Iâm just her T.A. So if youâll excuse me.âÂ
Choso turned from you both to salvage what he could of his books and leave.
You couldnât place the emotions in Chosoâs words and it made your chest tighten up. But you werenât trying to write him or your almost-kiss off.Â
You didnât mean for it to come out that way but you really lacked the proper words in these kinds of situations.
âWhere do you think youâre going, loser?â
Dean grabbed Chosoâs shoulder but the intense murderous look in his eyes made Dean release him just as quickly as if he had been burned.Â
Even his football goon friends unconsciously took a few steps back feeling the very real threat in Chosoâs eyes.Â
Choso smirked as he left. Thought so.Â
âW-wait Choââ Â
You want to stop him but feel Deanâs rough grip on your wrists.
âWhatever, letâs fucking go Y/N. We have an important party to throw later.âÂ
Dean grabs your wrist and jerks you away with you barely being able to grab your bag.Â
Your stomach twists and you are at a complete loss for words but manage to flash an apologetic look at Choso while you are dragged off.Â
However when your eyes meet he looks right through you.
The expression on his face is stone cold and it sends a chill up your spine.
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A/N: I promise it won't take as long for the second part to come out. I'm half way done with it already! I was just going to wait and post it all together but a like 12k+ word post all at once would be insane lmfao. After I am finished with this prompt the next 3 stories I will do will be from Thrilling Ghouls as they are all much shorter PWPs in the 3-5k range and I won't have to stress so much since I'm realizing all my Smooth Criminal prompts are longer fics and it takes me like a week or more to write them.
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PART 2
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Car rides - Matt Sturniolo
Summary: in which y/n and Matt have sex in a car
Warnings: sex, oral (male!receiving), fingering, touching, cursing.. all that.
A/N: this is my second kinktober fanfic. Make sure to check out my first !!
You were craving chocolate, so thats why your boyfriend and you are now in his car. At first he didnât want to go, but then you said something which caught his attention.
âMatt, can we please get chocolate?â You ask him, whining. He looks up at you, rolling his eyes.
âItâs getting too late, Doll.â He says, rejecting you.
âBaby please, Iâll give you head after..â
Thats where you went wrong. Because now, youâre in the backseat of his car, in between his legs as loud moans escape his lips. Youâre giving him head, the best head he will ever experience. His hand is moving through your hair as his other hand is covering his eyes. You can feel him getting closer to the edge, so you decide to edge him a bit by pulling back. A whine escapes his lips at the loss of contact.
âFuck- donât stop.. y/n?â He says opening his eyes just to find you smirking up at him. You take off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in your red lace set, which Matt absolutely adores. Mattâs breath gets caught in his throat as he sees a faint outline of your tits through your bra, needing to touch you badly. His hand moves down to touch you, but you move away just in time.
âNot yet,â you start. âI need you to hold on fâme, can you do that?â You ask before hearing a desperate whimper leave his mouth as he nods.
You swirl your tongue around the tip of his extremely hard cock, hands on his thighs. âFuck, just like that, good fuuuucking girl.â He moans out, grip on your hair tightening. You keep teasing him until both of you get enough, movements speeding up.
He wonât hang on for long. Everything is starting to get so much, the endless teasing, you in that specific outfit.. that all is enough to get him crazy.âIm gonna cum, im gonna cu-â he repeats before shooting his cum down your throat. You swallow it all, extremely proud of your work.
Then with a sudden movement Matt pulls you into his lap, fingers trailing around on your ass. You donât get the chance to even know what heâs doing or his fingers are already sliding through your wet folds. Your mouth falls open as you grip onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. This doesnât make him stop. 2 fingers enter you, deep and hard. You try to control yourself, but that hope disappears when he uses his thumb to rub your clit.
âJesus Christâ matt!â You moan out as you bounce on his fingers. The pleasure is too good to be true, itâs almost too much.
Matt goes on for that a while, making you finish around 4 times before pulling you onto his, now hard, dick. It only takes him a second before heâs deep inside of you.
As he lets you adjust to him his hands are all over you, touching your tits, ass and of course your thighs.
Heâs always been gentle with you during sex, even at the beginning of your relationship. Heâs never been the type to just run off after the sex, unlike the last boyfriends youâve had. All of them had their ways, but all those ways were not how you wanted to end up, but matt, matt was different. He was caring.
You get closer to your release within seconds and so does he. Both of you are lost in the pleasure to realize its almost 5 am, but are you supposed to care? Matt finishes first, not even a second after that you do too.
âFu-uck.. matt!â You cry out as your orgasm hits you. You fall into his arms as the pleasure fades, only leaving you breathless. Mattâs hands trace slow circles on your lower back.
âCalm down.. deep breaths, Doll. That was fucking amazing.â He says, cupping your face with his hands before kissing you deeply. You melt into him before plopping back in the passenger seat, giving him space to drive back home.
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i think one of the most noteworthy things about Blaise that i haven't really seen anyone discuss is his tendency to liken others to children, his weaponization of it, its relation to him being a child abuser, and its relation to his defeat.
one of his first lines of dialogue, before he even introduces himself, is him humiliating Franziska by calling her 'little von Karma', and then bringing up something retroactively embarrassing she did as a little girl.
he frames this as genuine nostalgia, but to me, it's pretty clear this was a purposeful, and almost sadistic, powerplay.
there's also these lines. these aren't too strange, out of context - "let's all play nice" is a relatively common phrase, and in the second screenshot where he's discussing Kay and Edgeworth's friendship, they are literally youths (well, compared to him). but in context, it's clear that this is part of him attempting to assert his dominance over everyone else.
he wants to let everyone know that he is the adult here, and all they are is children - and thereby, they are completely powerless to his end-all authority, so they shouldn't even bother attempting to resist. this is further emphasized during his logic chess segment.
he calls Edgeworth 'my boy', he reminds him that he is his 'senior in life', he tells him he's being naĂŻve. he threatens to never give back his prosecutors badge if he doesn't stop trying to question his authority. he asks him, mockingly, if he's scared. then, while grinning, he tells him that there is nothing he can do, and he should give up already.
he once again, more blatantly this time, is attempting to force someone else into accepting that they are the weaker party and that he could do anything he pleased to them, and once again, he is weaponizing the societal power imbalance between a child and an adult to do so.
i could go on and on for a while with more examples of this, but then that would make this post really long and rambly. so, instead, i'm going to discuss what his behavior ultimately results in.
this is probably one of the most disturbing interactions in Ace Attorney.
he does this purely so Sebastian will feel humiliated and ashamed in front of his colleagues, people he respects and who in turn are supposed to respect him. he does this to remind Sebastian that he is his father, and Sebastian is his child. to Blaise, that means he has complete control over him. and until this point? he actually does.
he has controlled every aspect of Sebastian's life to be exactly how he wants it. his path in life, his school, his tests - even Sebastian's constant usage of his surname serves as a reminder that Sebastian's only purpose to his father is to be an extension of him, a tool to feed into his ego. an object. something he owns.
note how, in their sprites, Sebastian is typically tilting his head slightly downwards, and in his crying sprites, he's leaning down. meanwhile Blaise stands high, and in his grinning sprites, his head is tilted up, as to literally look down on the person he's talking to.
but in the end, right before Blaise is convicted, right as Blaise tells him he should just remain his idiot son, Sebastian is looking up as he tells him goodbye. a way of saying that he's not beneath him, and he won't let him act like it anymore.
Blaise is immediately infuriated by this, and says all you've ever been able to do is depend on me. he screams Sebastian's name in anger - but it's cut off.
in fact, there is no more dialogue from Blaise after this. because he has no more authority, no more ability to scare Sebastian or anyone else into submission. in the end, Sebastian has finally taken back his autonomy that Blaise has robbed him of. so has Kay. so has Simon. all of them are children he has mistreated, threatened, and jerked around for his own selfish gain, but ultimately, they all still have more power over their own lives than he ever will again.
there's a lot more i could say on this, but these are all my thoughts i could organize. thanks for reading.
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the only one
Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader
summary - Ace was always a flirt in whatever bars you went to, but once he's in love with you that changes.
warnings - none
a/n: i forgot to add this part in "marry me" so i just decided to make it its own fic. it was haunting me
When you first met Ace, he was perhaps the biggest flirt you had ever come across in your life. Anywhere and anytime, if you were in a bar he would be chatting up almost every local woman he met. It never used to bother you when you were just friends, but once you developed a crush on him it became a bit of a problem.
Most nights you would end up going back to the ship alone, and even though he wouldn't do anything with them - as evident when he returned to the ship after you alone - it still ate away at you. Made you feel things you didn't want to feel, unpleasant emotions that had you crying and sobbing into your pillow late at night when no one could hear.
Or at least, when you thought no one could hear.
Ace's room was next to yours, and every night he was absolutely crushed to hear your sobs. He was never sure what caused them, but he knew you wouldn't tell him. So he set out to discover the cause himself, and did as such on another island trip.
Noticing the way your face fell when he left the table to go talk to some girls at the bar, it instantly hit him that you were hurting because of him. And that was his first sign that you liked him.
That's when everything changed.
Once Ace was sure you had a crush on him, he stopped trying to suppress his feelings for you. They came out in full bloom, and his behaviour in bars and pubs completely changed, noticeable to everyone who knew him.
When Ace decided to show he was deeply in love with you, you noticed.
Every bar you went to after that involved him sitting right next to you the whole time, drunkenly flirting with you and you alone. Telling you how pretty you are, how cute you looked when you were so red, and how sweet you always were to him. No matter how many pretty girls were in the bar that day, he was glued to you.
"Ace," you would giggle and push his head off your shoulder. "Those girls in the corner are eyeing you out, they're pretty."
The raven-haired commander pouted, not even shooting them a glance, "But (Name), no one is prettier than youuuuu." He smiled, dropping his head back onto your shoulder. His breath reeked of alcohol, so you just dismissed it as drunken rambling, your face bright red.
But then there were times when he didn't drink at all, and still ignored anyone other than you trying to get with him.
"Sorry, can't talk right now."
You watched him dismiss yet another pretty woman as he made his way back to the table, handing you another drink. He plopped down in his seat next to you, offering you his goofiest grin yet.
"Ace, you just-"
He shrugged, still grinning at you, "I didn't do anything."
"But that girl-"
"What girl?"
He was staring at you, awestruck by your beauty. His eyes were only ever on you these days, and nothing changed that. He didn't look at anyone else, never finding the need to, since he was so hopelessly in love with you. Even when you went to go get drinks for the group, Ace would watch you go and come back, his eyes stuck on your figure. He would stare with the most loving, adoring gleam in his eyes, feeling butterflies each time you returned his smile.
You were still oblivious, "Ace, I think you should talk to one of them. They seem to like you, and you need a girlfriend."
"Well I don't like them," he replied, suddenly leaning forward, "And I already know who I want as my girlfriend."
"Oh." Your face fell, but he was quick to make you smile again.
"(Name), you're so dumb."
"Am not!"
"Are too! I stare at you in every bar and all you think about is me talking to other girls!"
You blushed hard, stuttering and stammering out a nonsense reply, but you found it difficult to argue with that.
"Ace, you deserve better than me. And they're prettier."
"If I really thought that," he leaned in so close that your lips almost touched, "I wouldn't be sitting here with you, would I?" He grinned again. "You're the most beautiful woman in this bar, and every other bar, so I'm happy right where I am."
Then you started dating, and all Ace would do in bars was show you off. To both men and women that approached him, even if it had nothing to do with the conversation.
"Did you see my girlfriend?" He would ask them, drunkenly. "She's the HOTTEST-" Marco would usually have to drag him away before he spilled something more explicit.
Any time a woman would come up to him, Ace would hightail it out of there and do one of two things. One, he would hide behind you and grip you so tightly as he points you in the direction of the daring woman. Two, he would perch himself on your lap and kiss all over your face with his arms around your neck. Each one depends on how drunk he is.
"No thanks, I have a girlfriend."
"My girlfriend's right over there."
"My girlfriend is prettier than you."
"(Nameeeeeeeeeeee), come and tell them that you're my girlfriend!"
He's so in love that he doesn't even pay attention to anyone but you wherever you go. If you tell him to drink less than last time, he will. If you tell him to stay at the table, he will. He will sit you on his lap and lock you in his arms, not allowing you to move for the rest of the evening. He usually falls asleep against your neck, but you don't mind.
But, generally, when Ace is with you in a bar he will keep you glued to his side so everyone knows that he is taken. The brave ones who still approach will usually have to deal with you, and he loves to watch.
Once you're married, you best believe this man is going into every bar yelling to anyone who will listen that he's married, that he has a wife, or that his wife is the hottest person in the universe. He clings to you and makes sure people know you're married, even if they are just passing by and have no intention of talking to either of you.
"How times have changed," you teased him one day, sitting on his lap in yet another bar. "A while back you'd be flirting with every woman in this bar."
"That was before I knew you liked me!" He protested, blushing in embarrassment. "And anyway, that's what happens when you find the one."
"The one?" You blushed.
"Yessss," he smiled happily, pecking your lips. "You're the one. My one. The only one I will ever want and ever need." He peppered your face with kisses. "To me, you're the only woman in these bars."
"Good."
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Hi babes I hope you're doing well, and I was wondering what's it like being nanami's ( obedient) stay at home wife đââď¸đââď¸đââď¸đââď¸đââď¸
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starting my day w nanami i can tell itâs gonna be a good oneđââď¸đââď¸ contains. f!reader, lifestyledom!nanami, sub!reader, housewife activities, somno, throat bulge, vibrator in public, spanking, bondage.
nanami holds you, his pretty little housewife, to very high expectations:
every morning, you wake up before the sun can get too intrusive, peak its warmed golden rays through the window and stir your husband awake, to make him breakfast. usually something light with a nice cup of coffee. you religiously wear his button downs with nothing underneath like a uniform. they completely envelop you in his musky scent. an earthy but warm aroma, reminiscent of a damp forest after a rain, sinking into every single pore of your body, reminding you of him with every breath.
after breakfast preparations are done, you slip back into bed to wake him. pulling out the softness of his cock to suckle on and let grow in your warm mouth. making sure he wakes up nicely so the rest of his day can go smoothly as well. âahh good morning, honey â haahh, watch .. watch the teeth, love mmmhhmmm there you go, atta girlâ his deep voice gravelly from just waking up, resonant, hums in your ears.
while heâs gone, you meticulously clean every nook and cranny of the house. he expects perfection from you, but only because he knows his lovely wife is capable. scents of fresh linen and polished wood mix and suffuse the loft perfectly. just how he likes it. you always cook dinner for him and sometimes when he comes home a little early heâll come up from behind and slip a warm yet rough hand on the curve of your waist, âsmells delicious love watcha makinâ hm?â kissing your neck before nibbling at the receptive skin. and you lean into his embrace, âyour favoriteâ
but usually he comes back to you after dinner is already packed up and finished and you greet him at the door ready to submit. ready to please him because the stress of the workday is a physical entity that clings adding pounds to his shoulders. he pulls you into him as you work on the buttons of his shirt peeling away his clothes, âmissed me?â you hum in agreeance running a freshly manicured set of nails per his black card down the hard planes of his body, âalways. let me take care of youâ
he loves to see you on your knees. barking out the command to watch you dig them into the ground underneath him. has to train your throat to take all of him because heâs just so big, plugging up your little mouth, stretching out your jaw making you gag and cry around him, âalmost there baby cmon, know you can do itâ rubbing a thumb at the bulge that pokes out your tight throat.
and teaches you how to take him, telling you âhoney, arch .. arch sâmore for meâ guiding you with heavy hands, âuhuh theerree you go. perfectâ before sliding his fat cock head against your clit.
in public, at business dinners, heâll have you wear a little vibrator that he controls with his phone. setting it to a constant hum that has white take over your eyes, your heart pounding in your head. he loves watching you struggle to keep your composure in the presence of his higher ups. turning the little thing all the way up when introducing you to someone.
and he constantly praises you for your obedience. not just sexually but day to day, âyouâve been so helpful today baby, thank youâ kissing you with a softness that makes him forget if heâs ever loved anyone else.
but when you disobey, which is rare, he makes sure to correct you. youâll never learn if there isnât any punishment involved, taking you over his knee to slap at your ass so hard he leaves his mark. telling you, âquietâ when you cry out and pull at the ropes he tied snug against the small of your wrists.
after though, he pulls you into his ribs, holding the hand inside you, and whispering sweet some things into your ear, âyou did so well for me, baby. always do so good. i love you so much, forever, my everythingâ cupping your face with hands so gentle they feel scared.
all in all, you cater to his desires and he to yours with love.
#đ§§ËâđĘÉ â nanami talk#nanami smut#nanami x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#nanami x you#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#nanami kento#nanami#nanami x y/n#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk thoughts#jjk thirsts#jjk nanami#jjk kento#jujutsu nanami#kento nanami#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x y/n
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men who get nearly, if not as emotional as you during sex.
okay so think about it, they wouldnât usually label themselves as emotional or sensitive. theyâre supposed to be strong with sometimes a mask of indifference. theyâve only ever shed tears a handful of times in their life. not many things can make them break down so easily. but you know what does?
your warm, slippery cunt.
if there was one drug they would be addicted to, it would be your soft walls that eagerly suck him right back in. the first time it happened, he actually thought he died and came back to life. but no, the hot tears that land in your cheek as your sprawled out beneath him bring him back to reality.
maybe itâs just because itâs the first time, he thinks.
again, no.
it happens every time. itâs almost annoying and maddening. itâs like a switch flips in his brain, his mind, and soul once heâs deep in you, pounding you like he needs to. over time, you caught onto the tears and wrecked expression on his face and god, it somehow gets you even more wet.
âshh, shh. please, please be more quiet.â he whispers pathetically against your lips, his own trembling ones having to kiss your moans down. his tears coat your skin as he works simultaneously at keeping your mouth shut, but also being the reason as to why you need it shut in the first place.
âplease baby, godâŚy-you feel so good.â
his sobs and cries make you pull him closer by either his face, shoulders, or neck, whispering soft and sweet praises into his ear. you think youâre helping, but youâre really not. if anything, youâre making him cry more.
but heâs not the only one shedding tears. youâve always been a crybaby and he used every chance he gets to tease you about it. that consists of him scaring you too much even when he wasnât even trying to in the first place, stubbing your toe into a stubborn corner, watching a scene you know will make you cry, or when he raises his voice at you.
you always cry.
you think itâs karma for him chastising you for not being able to go five seconds without the waterworks when he canât even go one pump without sobbing like a desperate man.
your guysâ tears mix together into a slobby mess and sex with him is never clean. it always ends with rags being used to clean whatever liquid was emitted or squirted during the entirety of it.
however at the same time, sex with him is different. itâs magical, as stupid as it sounds. itâs completely pure and itâs love in its most precious form.
his tears showcase the ever loving amount of affection he has for you.
â âm gonna cumâŚ.â he breathlessly mutters. âcum with me, please baby. i need it.â
he begs like a man in heat.
but like the sweet girl you are, you always give in, always finishing with him.
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jjk: gojo, nanami, ijichi, choso, ino, getou, higuruma, maybe toji?
#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru x reader#nanami kento x reader#ino takuma x reader#choso x reader#higuruma x reader#toji fushigro x reader#jjk smut#jujustu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk#getou suguru x reader#x reader#jujutsu kaisen#smut#jjk x you
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