#sorry this question came to me in a dream last night and I can't stop thinking about it

[hopelessdazai]

✿ 》 Will you talk to me again?

╰⧼ 🪻 note.. ⧽ ; I don't expect this to do well because its not smut but it'd be nice !! reblogs appreciated, support your creators :)

╰⧼ ☀️ features.. ⧽ ; dazai x gn!reader, WC ; 784

╰⧼ 🌙 contents.. ⧽ ; angst, reader isn't alive, letter from dazai. he's trying very hard to keep himself stable but it's not working™.

To my dearest ______ .

It's been a while, hasn't it? I hope you don't mind me writing to you like this, it's simply been too long. I'm sure you're still angry at me, so seeing you physically isn't my best interest right now! haha, I'm sorry. you know I'm just joking around, don't you? I'd love to see you in person. I'm sure you would've punched my arm if you heard me out loud right now, wouldn't you? I'm glad I'm spared of the bruises.

what does someone put in a letter? that's what I was asking myself before I even began writing. I decided that the best way to do something like this was to just write whatever I feel true as pen touches paper. I hope it makes sense to you, at the least. if I'm pouring my heart out on some paper only for it to be misunderstood, it feels like a waste, no?

though, i'd be lying if i said it wouldn't be rather cute to see you try to fathom what I mean. did you know you scrunch your nose like a bunny sometimes when you're reading? I'm sure you're doing that now too. you'll get wrinkles very at this rate ..

but anyway, I managed to prank kunikida the other day! you remember that hair dye trick I'd told you about? I managed to break into his apartment and swap out his shampoo, at last! he came into work the next day with black hair, it was hilarious, you should've been here! he was so angry with me. beat me black and blue!

oh, _____. I got a new heated blanket for our bed, you know? it took a while to save up for it, and I had to cut out some other necessities, sure. but it makes everything so much better! I hate cold beds, I'm sure you know that better then anyone. haha, back before we moved in together when I'd break into your apartment and crawl into bed with you. I'm sorry for the amount of locks I broke, but your place was so cozy!

... you know, it's been really hard without you here. I miss you so painfully, and I don't mean to call into the void without even an echo, but its killing me to pretend I'm fine about any of this. I'm not fine with this, how am I supposed to be? I wish it was just a bad dream.

I don't want to have to write letters to you anymore, ______. I don't want to have to buy heated blankets to try and stop my arms from aching for your warmth. I don't want you to be angry with me, I'm sorry I didn't apologise to you before you were gone. I shouldn't have been so stupid.

i had so many words on my mind that I was too afraid to say. maybe if I faced myself and told you 'I love you' it would've stopped you leaving.

have you met odasaku yet? has he told you any stories of his time? I wish I could hear your voice again. I wish you could answer my questions. even to hear you scoff at my stupidity again would heal me. I'm sorry I was annoying, I just wanted your attention. it stings knowing I'll never get it again.

I can't keep repeating to myself that you're not gone. I can't keep buying your perfume and pretending that you're in the next room over. your pillow doesn't smell like you anymore.

I wish I could apologise properly. I wish I could've stopped you from leaving the house that night. I wish I could kill myself to join you and yet I know we won't cross paths again in the afterlife. you were always too good for me, ______. i was nothing compared to you.

i picked up a homeless dog yesterday. you'd always wanted a puppy, I'm sorry I never let you bring one home. I named it after you. im trying to get used to them, I promise. if I couldn't save you, I'll save your name.

I'm sorry. if I continue writing, my throat will hurt more. its strange, isn't it? crying makes your throat sore. I forgot what it was like for a while, I remember laying in your arms wondering if I'd ever have a reason to cry again. now I can't seem to help myself.

keep your wings clean for me, white looks good on you. its a shame you couldn't wear the wedding attire i wished to see you in one day. you would've looked amazing.

I'll write again, missing you is the greatest honor.

sincerely, your osamu.

[submattenthusiast]

no sleep

wc : 2.3k, lowercase intended

pairings : sub!matt x kinda mean!dom reader (no use of y/n)

contains : SMUT, use of mommy and mama,edging,degrading,p in v, more probably.

notes ! - this took so long never again. thank you for all of the love on beggin. proofread but probably not good.i appreciate any and all feed back love y'all.

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today was supposed to be a lazy day for you and matthew, as both of you had nothing planned and you rarely got days like this.your boyfriend had other plans apparently.

the poor boy started his day moaning and groaning from a wet dream that he had, not wanting to wake you, he tried to contain himself and his raging boner and go back to sleep.

“o-oh mommy please i can't take it anymore p-please let me cum” is all you heard as you stirred awake from the continuous movement and noises coming from your boyfriend. the needy boy was practically humping you, desperate to get off. instead of waking him up and helping him out, you decided to go back to sleep having plans to help him out later.

he had woken up confused and horny trying to remember his dream before it faded.seeing that you were sound asleep next to him he snuck off to the bathroom to handle his situation so he could come back to bed.

after 10 minutes of trying and failing pathetically to get his boner to go away he gave up and came back to bed. he tried to go back to sleep but his cock was twitching and it was starting to hurt,without realizing he started inching closer and rubbing his cock against you trying to relieve himself in any way possible."mm? matt,baby? what are you doing?” you said quietly as you woke up from his motions against your back. 

“oh shit i'm sorry i-i just” matt spoke,embarrassed that you caught him getting off so pathetically. “you just what?” you questioned. “it hurts so b-bad i just wanted to make it stop,”he said barely above a whisper. “by humping me like a dog?” you mocked . he whimpered, as his face turned red from embarrassment."y-yes mama i’m sorry” “please help me i need you so bad” he begged getting closer to you. “no matthew, mama’s tired, go back to sleep and don’t you dare touch yourself,” you said sternly. he pouted before silently agreeing,adjusting himself and attempting to sleep.

not even an hour later you feel the bed moving,causing you to wake up once again.the culprit being your needy boyfriend having yet another wet dream."matthew?” you spoke a bit irritated.“hm ? oh hi baby w-what’s wrong” he said groggily and confused. “humping me and now humping the bed?” you said as you moved to straddle him. ''m sorry i guess i was having a bad dream'' "he said confused. ''well that dream woke me up for the second time” you sighed.before he could speak again you continued “you’ve been such a needy slut all night,wakin’ me up so i’ll have to help you out huh?” you said degrading him “n-no mama i-” he stuttered. “no? so you don’t want me to get you off?”, “you weren’t just moaning my name” you said ,making him look down.you grabbed his jaw, making him look at you “if you don’t need me then i’ll get off your lap and go back to sleep,yeah?” you cooed. “NO! please help me i’m sorry please help me i need it so bad, please” he begged, looking up at you with puppy eyes.

“you’re gonna cum and then we’re going back to sleep,do you understand me?” you said,still gripping his jaw tightly. “y-yes mommy i promise” he said, looking up at you. “good boy,now strip,” you demanded. He scrambled to his feet to strip,eager to please you.“what now mama?” he asked,moving to sit back down on the bed,slightly shy because you still had all your clothes on. “you think you can fuck me sweet boy?" you asked while moving his messy brown locks out of his face. “n-no- i mean yes but-!” he started to speak “but what matthew?” you questioned as he got quiet ''i want to mommy i-i just'' he began “won’t last long” he whispered the last part embarrassed.you chuckled before responding “you were so desperate to cum before,what happened baby?”. “it’s not funny”,he pouted “j-just wanna make you cum too” he said while fidgeting with his fingers. 

you moved from your position in front of him to lay down on the bed.he sat there nervously waiting for your next command.you gestured for him to move as you spread your legs,making room for him.he got on his knees in between your legs and started lightly touching your thighs,slowly making his way up to your underwear.matthew looked at you for permission before eagerly taking them off.he was mesmerized by your pussy,almost drooling at the sight.you giggled before urging him to make a move. “s-sorry mama, fuck you’re just so pretty” he said still focused on you. “i’m so pretty but you still can’t fuck me?” you teased before continuing “guess i’m gonna have to get myself off then” you smirked,moving to get up before matthew pushed you down “no NO-!”,“please i can do it”,“ i can make you cum please please lay back down” he said barely finishing his sentences.

you stayed silent,making him nervous so he buried his head in your neck whispering apologies and kissing anywhere his lips could reach,before you spoke again “so needy still?,"don’t you get tired” you said while moving his head.he looked down at you before adjusting his position and slowly slipping his cock in.the room was filled with soft whimpers and moans before he spoke again “like that mama?”,a-am i doing good” he questioned desperate for praise, before whimpering again.“fuck” was all you could say as he bottomed out. with your permission he slowly started moving, his cock filling you up deliciously. “you’re doing so good,baby fuck,but i need you to go a bit faster, okay?” you cooed.your words flipped a switch in him as he started to increase his pace ,thrusting into your pussy roughly. “shit just like that”you said before moaning loudly as he hit that sweet spot inside you continuing his thrusts,he slithered his hands around your waist,gripping you as if you were gonna disappear if he let go.

you could tell he was getting close as his moans increased in sound and his hips started to stutter.“fuck mommy i’m close m sorry” he whimpered loudly. “hold it” you said without hesitation.“f-fuck i can try mama” he whispered attempting to slow his thrusts.you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him in closer as he leaned down,attempting to muffle his sounds with your boobs.bliss is all you felt as he rutted his hips into yours repeatedly,letting your tough demeanor slip,too fucked out to see the warning signs that the boy above you was getting dangerously close to the edge.his whimpers,his loud moans,and most importantly him startin to cry.he sniffled before speaking quietly, “m so sorry fuck i’m sorry” he said barely above a whisper.his words snapped you out of the trance he put you in, whipping your head down to where the two of you were connected and quickly realized why he was crying ''matthew”,you nearly spat,intensely glaring at him.head still hung in shame and tears still strolling down his face he responded, "y-yes”. “got something to tell me?” you asked harshly.he started fidgeting nervously as if he wasn’t still buried deep inside you,cock covered in his own cum. “i-i came without permission i’m s-s-orry” he said shamefully.before you had a chance to speak up he continued,rambling. “i’m so so sorry i just-!,fuck i needed to cum and m so pathetic mama m sorry” he expressed,hoping for some sympathy from you.you paused for a moment, gears shifting and turning in your head,as you thought of what to do with your boyfriend in this moment.your silence made the boy feel every emotion at once,causing him to start throwing up words again. “mommy-” was the only word he could get out before you interrupted him “you hurt my feelings,being so desperate and selfish.” you said with pout, “you were supposed to make me cum,but i guess i was right huh?”, “can’t even make me cum,how pitiful” you spat.he whines at your harsh tone and derogatory words “no i can please m sorry for being selfish,please let me make you proud.”  you grabbed him by his chain bringing him to your face as you firmly spoke “i don’t want to hear a sound from you,and if i hear a single sound you are fucked”. he nodded not wanting to get into deeper shit but he was feeling deprived still. “u-um can i still have a kiss”, he mumbled. “do you deserve one matthew?”, you half joked, but the poor boy took it serious. “o-oh no i guess not m sorry” he muttered sadly.feeling a slight bit of pity, you pulled him down for a sweet and slow kiss, knowing how much he needs reassurance.

he weeped into the kiss as he slowly started moving his hips.the boy was set on making you cum,so desperate to hear you call him a good boy.the pace he set was mainly for him,still being so incredibly horny and still reeling from his previous orgasm.“this pace is putting me to sleep and not in a good way” you said,holding back a moan from feeling so full. “sorry fuck sorry” he said while adjusting the speed of his thrust,beginning to pound into you.“fuck just like that baby,keep going” you moaned.he was hitting all the right spots,his tip hitting that sweet spot inside you deliciously.if you weren’t paying close attention you would not have heard the muffled groans and tiny moans from your boyfriend. “c-can’t stay quiet mama” matthew started, “cover m-my mouth ple-ase’’ he stuttered out,the pleasure overwhelming him slightly.he shyly looked up at you,eyes pleading for you. “my sweet boy,finally listening to me” you cooed,as you moved your finger up to his mouth,confused he opened his mouth to speak,giving you the perfect opportunity to slip your finger in.taking whatever you give him,he began sucking gently on your index finger,groaning at the taste.with your finger still in his mouth,you adjusted so you where near his ear and breathed out a soft “good boy” making him stop his thrusts momentarily. “d-don’t say that please i’m gonna cum again and i d-don’t wanna disappoint you” he sighed. “close already matthew?” you teased,he slowly started moving instead of replying.

him ignoring you set something off,since he didn’t wanna respond but won’t stay quiet you’ll just have to shut him up! you pulled your finger out his mouth with a pop,quickly moving your hand to cover his mouth.his thrusts continued,as he stayed focused on being quiet and making you cum.licking and biting all over the hand covering his mouth,letting you know that he was close to coming undone.you removed your hand from his mouth and he took deep breath before speaking again. “i’m sorry,i can’t hold it anymore,please i need to cum” he pleaded with you. “i-i can still k-keep going after i cum b-but please i can’t–fuck” he whined loudly,rutting his hips against yours desperately. “cum for me” you said softly.his thrusts became eratic as he came hard.he momentarily paused his thrusts,coming down from his previous orgasm.cum started to spill from between you both, onto the silk sheets underneath. “you okay sweet boy?,are you sure you can handle another?”, you spoke as you caressed his cheeks.he leaned into your touch before speaking up “y-yes m sorry i’ll get to it” he sniffled,tears beginning to form in his waterline. “my good boy,mommy’s so close” you cooed up at him.

matt was still a bit sensitive from previous orgasms and on the brink of overstimulation.he slowly started moving his hips again,wincing slightly as he moved.he gave you a moment to adjust,before setting a steady pace. “f-fuck keep going sweetheart you’re so amazing” you said through moans. during these intimate moments he needs praise,no matter how much he likes your degrading words. “am i doing good mommy,m-makin you feel good” he asked nervously,biting his lips. “please-shit,please tell me m doin good please” he begged. “yeah baby,doing so good for mama,making her feel so good” you breathlessly said against his lips.he moaned into the kiss before breaking it to speak again “are y-you close mama,you’re gettin really tight.” you giggled at his way of saying he feels you clenching around him. “mommy’s so close sweetheart” you whimpered.he moved his head down towards your neck,leaving soft kisses in a beeline towards your boobs.he found comfort within your tits,kissing and sucking on them for a moment.

your orgasm hit you like a truck,experiencing multiple forms of pleasure.the boy sucking on your boobs messily,fingers rubbing frantically on your swollen clit,and his cock hitting that sweet spot. “ shit mama’s gonna cum” you moaned. “god-fuck keep going don’t stop” you groaned,while throwing your head back into the pillows. “m cumming again mommy please let me” he whined,wanting to cum at the same time. “cum with me,wanna hear those pretty sounds” you somehow got out with all the stimulations you were feeling.one final thrust from the boy and the room was filled with heavenly moans and whimpers.he slowly pulled out,a mix of cum spilling out of you.after pulling out he cuddled up next to you,looking up at you with love.you wrapped your arms around him showering him in kisses and praise . “i-i love you mommy” he whispered sleepily. “i love you too sweet boy,lets get you cleaned up so we can sleep’’ you spoke between kisses.

you both showered and changed into pajamas and you finally got to sleep.

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notes - this is so ass and i didn't know how to end it BYE

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[verycoolusername1]

My Honey Bee

Summary: In which you were a dream came true in the eyes of Luke Hughes.

Luke Hughes x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: mentions of underage drinking(not reader and luke), terrible flirting(I'm very single, cut me some slack)

A/N: Ehehehehehe Espresso just be stuck in my head whenever I listen to it, so enjoy this(and a massive ego boost that I did not plan for) :)

If you catch my shadow and bone reference, I love you tons.

Luke has been at the bar for two hours now, or at least Luke thinks he has. He's been glancing at you since the team got there, celebrating their win. When he saw you walk through the doors, he swore his heart stopped with his breath caught in his throat.

The team were immerse in their conversation till Dougie noticed Luke staring off into the distance.

"Looks like someone caught Lukey boy's attention." He whispered to the others.

"Hey, Lukey boy! You good?" Jack nudged his shoulder.

Luke pulled his eyes away from you and looked back at his team, who were all staring at him.

"Hm yeah yeah I'm fine." Luke muttered. "Fine."

"I don't think so." Nico pointed out.

"Yeah, you've been eyeing this stranger all night. Just go and talk to them." Jack urged.

Luke's eyes widened as he looked at his brother then the rest of their team all nodding their head.

"What? Are you insane?" Luke exclaimed. "I couldn't, no!"

"You need to have more faith in yourself. Just go to them and be yourself." Nico encouraged.

"Easy for you to say." Luke rolls his eyes.

"That's because it is easy." Jack chuckled.

Luke sighed as he looked back to where he last saw you, and when you weren't there, he swore he was dying. That was until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Luke turned around, and his breath got stuck in his throat. It was you, you was standing right in front of him. You looked pretty, beautiful, gorgeous even. There wasn't a single word Luke could use to describe you. You were just all of them combined.

"Hi," you said warmly, Luke swore he was melting.

He sat there staring into your eyes, hearing the snickers of some of his team before he realized he needed to reply.

"H-Hi," Luke stammered, clearing his throat.

You chuckled at his awkwardness before offering your hand.

"Want a drink?" You gestured to the bar where you had been sitting prior.

"I would love to!" He replied rather quickly. "I just- uh can't drink yet."

"I figured." You slowly started to smile. "I was just gonna get us some water."

Luke's face flushed in embarrassment. "Right then uh yeah let's go."

Luke shakily took your hand, and you led the two of you to the bar where you sat next to each other.

You ordered two glasses of water before a silence was laid upon you two.

Luke spoke up. "I'm sorry."

You turned your head to him in confusion, and he noticed that and continued.

"For tonight." He clarifies. "I've been watching you all night, I just couldn't help myself. You were just so captivating- wait no that sounds creepy. I swear I'm not a stalker-"

You had started to laugh. He knew instantly he wanted to bottle up the sound and keep it with him wherever he went. One question came to mind, Why were you laughing?

"What-what's so funny? I'm apologizing for being weird and you're laughing." Luke looked at you in surprise.

"Sorry, sorry it's just-" You calmed down. "I know you have been. It was endearing."

"Wait so you aren't creeped out?" Luke asked.

"Why do you think I went to you and not any of your friends?" You sipped on your drink.

Luke stayed silent, studying your question.

"You're- You're into me?" He spoke in a low whisper.

"What would you do if I was?" You replied in the same tone.

"I would ask for your number and most definitely your name." Luke chuckled. "I'm Luke."

"Y/N." You took Luke's phone and typed your number in and sent a text.

"That's a nice name." Luke said before realizing he said that aloud. "Sorry! I thought I said that in my head. Gosh why am I so stupid-"

You kissed him on his cheek, caughting him off guard. Your lips felt soft against his face, he loved the feeling. He loved your touch. He wanted more- He craved it.

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

HAUNTED

Pairing.| Jackson Ripnner x fem!reader

Summary.| The way you haunt Jackson’s body, mind and soul always fuels him with adrenaline to show you who you belong to.

Warnings.| p in v, 69, rough sex.

Word Count.| 3k

Notes.| Inspired by Haunted by Beyonce. Also, this isn't noncon or dubcon, wild. I can't stop writing for Jackson even if I wanted to, sorry.

When you laid eyes on him, your heart skipped a beat and cheeks automatically turned a shade darker. Even though you knew he would be here, the proof being the combination of his captivating blue eyes and shaggy brunette hair set your sensations ablaze. Even though he was sitting across the room, legs spread on the bar stool, Jackson had no shame in watching you. He always wanted to be seen by you. His typical, simple matching black trousers and jacket, with a white shirt poking out underneath always did wonders on you. 

The man with his arm draped around you would be dead on the spot if he went any further. But the idea of seeing how far Jackson would go for you certainly felt tempting after how many glasses of champagne you’ve already consumed this evening. Even though he kept his appearances composed, you just knew he was a unhinged maniac when fueled by desire. 

You continued on with your night, engaging in conversation with a small group of friends of yours. There was no rush, you were staying at the hotel the venue was in. You enjoyed your night, more importantly you enjoyed the set of eyes that burnt through the back of your skull. As you took your last sip and straightened out your silk red dress, you farewelled to your friends and departed without another word. 

He had disappeared from the bar now, a knowing smirk grew on your lips. The both of you managed to travel often, for distinctively different reasons, but you just knew he wouldn’t not appear in Paris, the city of love.

When you entered the elevator, you didn’t acknowledge how Jackson was already in there, all leant up in the corner as his eyes nibbled on every bare inch of your skin. The silence was loud, tension almost piercing. It was a shock that neither one of you pounced onto the other like a starved tiger. You can’t say that it hadn’t happened before. 

You sway down the hallway. There was no discretion, he was following behind you as if you were dating. As you opened your room door, you kept the door open with your fingertips only for a second before he caught the heavy wood from locking him out.

Before you could even place down your glitter purse, Jackson slammed your front to the wall, his body pressed against you in a hungry manner as he inhaled your sweet scent. He was completely obsessed with how rough he could be with you. Never once had you complained, whined, acted like a little brat. You were his good girl despite your confident front. 

“I warned you not to fall in love with me” you chuckled, cherry lipstick smudging against the plaster. His rough hands gripped onto your hips.  

“What makes you think I’d do such a silly thing?” Jackson chuckled back.

“You came, did you not?” You remarked confidently. 

Jackson snickered softly and pressed his lips to your warm cheek as his hands massaged your ass. It was without question how your back was arched and your neck craned back. As he nuzzled the side of your face with his nose, he breathed out. 

“You send an invite in the mail or something?” Jackson teased quietly. 

“I know you stalk me, watch my every move practically” you stated, in almost a tone of pride.

“It’s hard not to” Jackson admitted shamelessly.

You were in his dreams every night. Haunting him with the thought of your touch. Every night he couldn’t fall asleep quick enough to feel you, relive your perfect moments together. Everytime he woke up, he initially believed he could feel you in the sheets. It was a major distraction at work, he couldn’t lie. Yet you were motivating him to get the job done so he could find his way back to you. 

“Did you miss me?” You asked flirtatiously as he led you to the white king sized bed. 

“I’m here, aint I?” Jackson replied bluntly as he slid off his jacket. 

You fell onto the bed and smiled. His denial of emotions and vulnerability was always cute. You haunted him in that way, the idea of wanting to be welcomed angered him. The misogynistic front always leaked his desperate need for comfort and warmth. You were certain that if you were to disappear from the face of the earth, he’d be driven into an emotional insanity whilst looking for you until the day he died. 

“You haven’t cashed in any of my checks yet” Jackson almost snorted as he unbuttoned his shirt. 

“I don’t need your money Jackson” you sighed as you bent over to unlatch your heels. 

However, he stopped you by dropping to his knees. As he smiled to you softly, he unbuckled the thin straps and slipped off your shoes. All whilst making sure to have his fingers brush against your skin. He slipped off his own shoes

“Don’t say something cheesy like I just need you” Jackson chuckled, his eyes swiftly snapped up to catch your initial reaction. 

“Never” you grinned. 

“Good” Jackson nodded, a satisfied look on his lips. 

Within a snap, Jackson had pounced on top of you, pinning you effortlessly to the bed. His eyes were two tiny clouds of lust and arousal as his mouth quickly watered at the idea of tasting you. Roughly, he took your face in one hand, moving you around from side to side just because he could. 

Jackson’s back arched as he lowered his body to you. A mixture of passion and viciousness erupted through your kiss. You tugged off his shirt and ran your acrylic nails up and down his firm back in a teasing manner. Shamelessly, he enjoyed it when you drew blood.  

“Well, I have some time off work and-” 

“What do you do for work by the way?” You cut him off accidentally, curiosity jumped in front of your manners. 

You knew he did nothing good. That sweet face could fool many women, but not you. The moment you saw him, you knew he was a bad man. Most of the time you steered clear. But that face felt worth the risk. The city light night ride of adrenaline, thrill, anticipation and sensation was more addictive than any drug that you have ever taken. 

“I’d say finance but I don’t want to lie to you” Jackson answered, a mischief grin on his lips. 

“I’m fine with that” you smiled. 

“Anyways, before you rudely interrupted me. I was thinking of stealing you away” Jackson made known, his hands roamed over your neck until he found the latch to your glitter collar. 

“For how long?” you hummed, eyes lighting up with excitement of disappearing with him for a while. 

“Until I’m satisfied enough to be able to watch you leave” Jackson murmured as he threw your jewelry off of the bed.

Eagerly and desperately, Jackson sucked at your bare neck. It always looked like a piece of art when you’d wake up with love bites all over your skin. You moaned out, your hands reached his coarse hair and typically you found yourself tugging at his roots. 

“I don’t want to go anywhere that I’ve been before” you answered softly. 

“But I thought that you love the north of Italy” he snickered. 

“Never told you that” you said bluntly. 

“I know” Jackson replied with the same tone. “Alright, how about the south of France since we’re already here?” Jackson suggested, his sneaky hands were sliding your spaghetti straps off without you even realizing. 

“Been there” you clicked your tongue. 

“I’m almost certain you haven’t been where I have been” Jackson shot back, a confident look locked on. 

“You take all of your girls there?” You raised an eyebrow at him. 

Jackson stilled momentarily whilst poking his tongue in his cheek in defeat. You smiled with boldness. As he gently rubbed your cheek, Jackson chuckled at you.     

“Touche” he replied quietly. 

Jackson hummed dramatically whilst he scrunched up your dress from the bottom. As you lifted your upper body from the mattress enough for him to slip off your dress, Jackson swore he could have finished on the spot at the remembrance of your beauty. He found it so hard to believe. For he was always certain he knew your body perfectly. Yet, with every counter, your beauty has found a new way to evolve. 

“What about the Virgin Islands?” Jackson proposed, his hands massaged your soft naked breasts. 

“Been there” you sighed heavily in disappointment, maybe he wasn’t as obsessed with you as you believed. 

“I’m talking about the British, not the U.S. sweetheart” Jackson snorted lightly. 

Your eyes lit with interest. Sure, you’ll give him that one. The last time you were there was as a teenager. Even though it was already definite, you were sure that it would be a trip to remember. Not that you predicted you’d really be doing anything besides having Jackson’s cock deep inside of you. 

“I’m intrigued” you agreed. 

“Good, we’ll leave tomorrow” Jackson finalized as he leant up, legs still straddling your hips. 

“Tomorrow? Come on baby, let’s enjoy the city of love first” you teased, your hand shot up to stroke the section of his belly right above the massive bulge in his pants. 

“Suppose we could spend a couple of days here… But I warn you, you’ll be tied to the bed for most of it” Jackson nodded his head as he slipped his belt out from the loops of his pants. 

“I like that idea” you murmured.

As he fell back over you, the belt smacked onto the mattress right besides your head. Oh how largely he smirked by your nonexistent flinch. You were fucking crazy, but he had you on a leash. Yet most of the time he didn’t even feel the need to hold onto it, because he knew you’d always obey.

His intimidating stare meant nothing to you. For everyone else, it was always a power play. But you knew for you it was just foreplay. Jackson could never hurt you, unless you wanted it. Fortunately enough for him, you did, a lot. 

Jackson ordered for you to put your hands together, which you did with no hesitation. Once your wrists were bound together, you rested them over your chest. A series of heavy breaths left his lips, he always felt like a wild beast when he saw you tied up in any way. 

“I want to feel your mouth, Jackson” you whispered seductively. 

“Funny, I wanted your mouth on me too” Jackson exhaled as he sat beside you to slide off his trousers. 

“We could make that work” you giggled as your knees raised up. After a squeeze of satisfaction to his bulge, Jackson pulled down his briefs and tossed them off the bed. 

You’re pulled flat on your back directly in the middle of the bed. The sixty-nine position was always funny with Jackson. His ego demanded that he remained on top, always. The tip of his cock teased your mouth, you eagerly tried to eat him up but you couldn’t whip your tongue around him quick enough. 

When Jackson finished his little teasing game, he lined up his length to your mouth and you quickly pushed up a few inches deep. His cock was a fucking masterpiece. The perfect length and girth to spark every nerve in your body. It would be more addictive than a drug at this point. You always wanted his cock hidden inside of you. 

You became so focused on sucking his cock that you didn’t even realize that he hadn’t even touched your dripping cunt yet. Your legs squirmed from side to side, eyes rolled all the way back through a paralysis of pleasure. Jackson tugged your soaked thong to your knees as his hips rocked in a graceful pace. 

“Always take my cock so fucking well” Jackson praised through a grunt, his fingers rolled over your sensitive folds, which made you yelp around his size. 

Jackson chuckled before he latched his mouth onto your outer entrance. Always tasted so fucking sweet, like a rich chocolate cake topped with whipped cream. His tongue poked out into your warmth, it always felt so cold at first. Jackson’s tongue game was always sinister, you had worn that he had cracked the code to cheat at the game. For that cannot possibly be taught and no one’s amateur skills are that good. 

Typically, you came quickly around Jackson’s mouth. He lapped up every drip of your orgasm as you surfed the tidal wave of pleasure. The muffled moans always sent bone trembling vibrations around Jackson’s body. 

As your body slumped into a post orgasm bliss, Jackson pulled his cock out of your mouth. Through your heavy, long blinks, you found your back sunken into the mattress, hips lifted from the surface with your knees almost pressed above your shoulders. 

Easily, Jackson slipped his cock deep inside your warmth, he groaned out loudly, swearing underneath his breath. Your cunt truly was paradise. The solution to all of his issues was right here, inside of you. Jackson was convinced your pussy was perfectly designed for him. For your walls wrapped around his length at the perfect tightness, slick coated him so sensually. 

His sweet words snapped you out of your sexually peaceful state. “Such a good girl for me always. Aren’t you my love?” Jackson asked, in a heavy condescending tone as he snapped his hips in and out of you. 

My love, the closest thing to a love confession you may ever be able to rip out of him. Oh, how obsessively you loved him, There was nothing more that you craved than him, he was always on your mind. You’d do anything for him, even if it was a vague idea from him. 

You tried to reach up to kiss him, but he shoved your head back onto the mattress. Like always, his hand slipped around your throat as he squeezed roughly. You choked out, eyes forced to swell with tears as he focused on fucking you hard. 

“Could stay buried in you for days” Jackson moaned as his balls slapped against your rear. 

“Do it then” you managed to spit out, face turning completely red. You gasped out for air as his hand retreated suddenly. 

“And you claim that I’m in love with you” Jackson mocked softly, his thrust slowed down. 

If you were to be honest, you had fallen for him after your first night together. But the implications made you believe it was a one night stand. So, you tried to continue with your fun. Unfortunately, no other guy felt the same anymore. It was draining and saddening. It felt impossible for a stranger to know your body better than you did yourself. So, when you found those blue eyes again, you knew you had to dig your nails into him (literally). 

“You are” you heaved, squinting hard as you breathed heavily through your nostrils. 

“You haunt me” Jackson answered, his hand now caressing your aching skin. 

A strong squeeze erupted around Jackson’s length which made his eyes roll back. “You haunt me” you copied, your words encouraged by nothing but honesty. 

“As I should” Jackson laughed, his thumb rubbing over your sensitive bean.

“Jackson!” you screamed out, a pleasure filled smile on your lips. 

“Who do you belong to?” Jackson asked sternly, his thrusts were slow yet hard. 

“Myself” you dared to say. 

His cock completely exited your slippery cunt to be forced back in brutally. You cried out, but he managed to hit your cervix so you felt your thighs tremble. Those bright blue eyes never felt darker as he glared into your soul. 

“Tell me, I know you haven't forgotten…” Jackson growled. 

“No” you gasped, your lips formed in a cheeky manner. 

Jackson buried himself completely inside of you, you winced from the pain of his size stretching you wide. Your lower lip trembled in pain, eyelashes battered at him whilst you rubbed your hands to his chest. He slapped you on your cheek, hard. But your velvety walls couldn’t help back to clench around him. 

“Come on, playing hard to get when I’m already balls deep?” Jackson laughed loudly, teasing you by wiggling his hips from side to side. 

“Maybe” you grunted, eyes raised to the ceiling. 

Jackson kissed the corner of your mouth. Your eyes returned focus onto him. He looked so kind, charming and compelling. Mouth ajar open, sweat filled hair parted side to side. 

“Please, my love” Jackson whispered before he kissed your lips softly. 

“Oh Jackson” you moaned out with your lips still pressed together. 

“My love…” he murmured as he nuzzled your noses together. 

“You, always you” you confessed

“Atta girl” Jackson smiled in satisfaction as his hips took off like a sprinter. 

Your walls squeezed in a faultless rhythm. The tip of his cock brushed over your cervix with each thrust. Jackson smiled softly, nodding his head in approval for you to climax yet again. You couldn’t jump off of the cliff to land into another ocean of pure sensation. 

You were so compelled by your own orgasm, that you didn’t even notice his load fill you up completely. Jackson nibbled onto your shoulder as he moaned out. Jackson’s body slumped over you, the bed completely dipped in the body as you both fell a slave to your climaxes. 

Eventually, Jackson pulled out of you and sat on the edge of the bed, his hand brushed through his damp hair. You laid exhaustively on the bed, eyes lingered over his bare pale back. With a deep inhale, Jackson stood up and looked over his shoulder. 

“Stay here, I’ll get the bath ready” he spoke softly before bee lining to the ensuite. 

As if you ever wanted to ever leave him. You watched him from the doorway, smiling like a child with an ice cream as you admired him turn on the faucet. As the steam lingered out of the ensuite, Jackson returned. Carefully, he freed your hands and carried you towards the hot bath. 

His touch, affection, possessiveness and ownership haunted you eternally, yet you never wanted to escape this nightmare.

[mechaknight-98]

Black Lungs (NSFW)

FT Eunha

Author's note: Light on smut/a bit of angst. Wanted to try something a little different for this piece

Crash woke up from his first pleasant dream in years. Eunha was nestled in tightly. Her physical warmth was pleasant but also sweltering and suffocating. Crash loved it. As he began to stir he was surprised when Eunha moaned, and that's when he remembered his cock was buried inside at her insistence

“I want you to leave it inside so I can get used to your size,” Crash recollected. He smiled at her completely enraptured by everything about her.

However, he did have a previous engagement with Haseul and her friend today so he pulled out of Eunha causing her to moan again, and tightly latch onto him. Crash miraculously fought his way out of her grip and began getting his go-to armor ready.

“Where are you going?” Eunha inquired as her lurid gaze loomed over her prize.

“I agreed to help Haseul and Hyeju get through Aphelion's Rest today since they have been trying to update their gear because they don’t know when the next big threat is coming,” Crash explained. Eunha pouted she wanted more time with Crash as she only felt like she barely broke the surface about him, and he promised her breakfast in bed that day.

“What about our plans for Today?”

“I am a man of my word and don’t you worry. I will deliver on everything I promised you yesterday,” Crash responded

Eunha pouted further as she said, “Can't you cancel or postpone?”

Crash smirked as he replied, “I could have last night but I was busy buried between someone’s thighs last night being told “Don't you dare stop” and then when I remembered I was told, “Focus on me,” as I was being suffocated in someone’s tight pussy,”

Eunha blushed as Crash spoke, “I’m sorry about that I just don’t know what came over me last night. When you surrendered to me I just had to have you,” she responded. Crash smiled as he kissed her forehead

“No worries. I like feeling wanted hopefully I can give the same feeling tonight albeit less lewd and more chaste.” Crash responded as Eunha smiled before saying to him,

“Okay then but hurry back because if you don’t I can’t guarantee what you’ll come back to. I might just pounce on you again.”

Crash smiled as he finished putting on his armor before leaving. As he flew to the dream city his ghost Sashimi said to him,

“I told you Eunha liked you,” Crash rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you told me that when I first met her. when we were neck deep in the Doomsday scenario,” he said as he monitored his ship’s gauges and levels.

“Yeah but you’re guardians there is always a doomsday scenario, and what is that phrase you are saying?” Sashimi asked

“You better get busy living or get busy dying,” Crash said focused as they neared the dreaming city’s orbit

“Exactly! now preparing Transmat,” Sashimi exclaimed. Crash landed and used his Sparrow to reach the rendezvous location. Despite Crash’s best attempts to be there on time, he was still several minutes early so to compensate he rushed through the Legendary lost sector a few times so he could remember how to teach it. After that Haseul and Her friend a fellow awoken with raven black hair arrived. Her piercing gray eyes bored into Crash making him wildly uncomfortable but he hid his misgivings and discomfort well.

“So what did you need help with?” Crash asked

“Builds. We want help on armor and mods because you are our lost sector specialist and have been reliable in your build advice.” Haseul explained courteously. Crash nodded and then asked to see their build stats through their ghosts. When he saw stat distributions and mod allocations he almost pooped a blood vessel.

He chose his next words with extreme caution,

“Can I ask why neither of you have 100 resilience? Especially you Hyeju a fellow titan.” Hyeju and Haseul looked at him concerned. Hyeju having felt the most attacked by his question asked why?”

“Hoping not to offend them he explained the benefits of 100 resilience and the opportunities it helped create. The girls nodded and presented him with all of their gear and that's when he noticed the spikey armor they had stat-wise to where even without exotics they could easily have triple 100 stat builds. With that in mind, he took out his tools and inserted a base suit of mods who tutored their styles for Haseul he gave her a basic support warlock build (having studied warlock extensively before mastering his titan abilities) and helped Hyeju with a powerful grenade build. After that, he made sure that they had the proper weapons for the champions in the lost sector before letting the two guardians take turns running through the lost sector.

Roughly two hours later, both women had garnered over seven exotic engrams. As they waited for the engrams to decrypt back at the Tower, Haseul turned to Crash with a curious look. “So, Crash, how did you meet Eunha?”

“Oh, Eunha never mentioned it?” Crash responded, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“Well, we’ve been busy since then,” Haseul replied with a shrug. Crash nodded thoughtfully before beginning his tale.

---

On a random Sunday, while Crasilior was preparing to run legendary lost sectors, a young Hunter approached him.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for one more person to help my fire team do a raid. Please,” the female Hunter said, her eyes pleading as she stared at the intimidating Awoken Titan. Despite his dislike of the Root of Nightmares raid, Crasilior saw the desperation in her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll help,” he replied.

“Great! My name is Eunha. What’s yours, stranger?” Eunha asked with a hopeful smile.

“I don’t have one, but my closest ally calls me Crasilior,” he responded.

Eunha raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Really? That’s not gonna work. I’m calling you Crash.”

“Eh, I’m more of a Fist of Havoc guy,” Crash said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Hahaha. Okay, Crash, you’re pretty cool,” Eunha said, smiling broadly.

As Crash finished his story Hyeju looked intrigued. “That’s it?”

“Well, yeah. I know all about not having enough people for a raid, so I decided to help. Especially since that’s where my mentor Riddick died. I don’t want anyone else dying there, even if it’s just a paracausal temporal anomaly revisit,” Crash explained. Haseul and Hyeju were taken aback by how casually he mentioned something so personal, but Haseul remembered how Crash often shared melancholy thoughts in a deadpan tone.

“Well, it’s been fun, ladies, but I have a date with a very hot Hunter,” Crash said, standing up.

Haseul was shocked. “Wait, wait, Crash, who’s waiting for you at your place?”

“Oh, Eunha,” Crash answered nonchalantly as he headed back.

When Crash got home, he opened the door to find Eunha eating one of his cinnamon rolls. He quickly closed the door to keep her hidden and apologized for being late. Eunha smiled, charmed by his sweetness. As he changed and showered, she watched him begin to cook a full breakfast—omelets and pancakes. Once he was done, he walked over to her with a plate and a warm smile.

“I promised you breakfast in bed. Come on,” he said, leading her back to the bed. Eunha groaned playfully as they settled in.

“So, how are SinB and Umji?” Eunha asked between bites.

“Uh, they’re good, I guess. I should probably reach out today and tell them I’m coming home tonight. I would ask about your fire team, but you’re kind of a loner,” Eunha teased.

Crash shrugged, a faint smile on his lips. As they lay there, comfortable and content, Eunha realized that despite all the comfort and care Crash brought her, she would always yearn for something more exciting. She thrived on the edge between life and death and staying with this lovable, dorky Titan would only break his heart. But that didn’t change her feelings for him.

“You’re so cute when you’re content,” Eunha said, smiling. Crash recognized her expression and grew suspicious.

“You’re about to say something backhanded, aren’t you?” he asked warily.

Eunha shook her head, her smile fading. “No, I like seeing you at peace. But I don’t think I can be with you like this,” she stammered.

Crash’s heart sank. “Okay then, can you explain what you mean by that?” he asked simply.

Eunha took a deep breath. “Crash, I love you, but I need the thrill of the fight, the edge of danger. I’m afraid that staying with you, I’ll lose that part of myself. And I don’t want to hurt you. You fight for veneration, honor, and valor. You fight to gain insight, to refine yourself. I have and always will respect that but that isn't me.”

Crash looked puzzled. “You do remember how I was courted by Xivu Arath and that whole fiasco, right?” he questioned.

Eunha laughed, recalling the time when Crash got The Wicked Implement and started seeing visions of Xivu Arath. As much as that was a fun stretch with the Frozen Emperor of Doom, she knew that wasn't who Crash truly was. Crash was kind and gentle. To use an old Golden Age analogy, he was a soldier who had found peace in a garden.

“Fair, but she courted you because despite every setback, despite every monster, you came back stronger, but most of that came with wisdom.”

Crash began to understand Eunha’s meaning but wasn't fully convinced. “I mean, I can go full Shotgun ape if that's what you prefer?”

Eunha shook her head. “You are the regal warlord who studies art and battle. I can't be your queen. If that makes sense.”

While her words were confusing, Crash understood her meaning through tone and body language.

“So, what do we do now?” Crash asked. Eunha was relieved at how well he was taking this.

“Wow! You are taking this better than I thought you would, but to answer you, we stay friends, of course,” Eunha said as she got up from the bed. She paused, a thoughtful look crossing her face.

“There’s something else, Crash. I want to give you a real name. One that isn’t just a nickname or a slur,” Eunha said softly.

Crash looked at her, surprised. “A real name?”

Eunha nodded. “Yes. You deserve more than just ‘Crash.’ or that slur Delindrin calls you I’ve been thinking about it for a while. How about…

[readychilledwine]

Kissed by Fire pt 1

Summary - Amelia Archeron, the oldest of the made sisters, sacrificed more than her sisters would ever understand, and more than she would ever allow them to know. Now, they want her to sacrifice her one chance at happiness, too.

Warnings - rhysand is kind of a dick, signs of depression and PTSD, trauma, implied EDs, kind of poisoning

An - and we begin 💜

Part 2

Rhysand tapped his fingers on the desk next to Amelia, his eyes narrowed as the oldest sister stared out the window.

She had been the last to wake up. She was withdrawn from them, constantly sat in the cushioned window ledge and wiping tears from her face.

He had expected more from Amelia. She was supposed to be a rock, a strong influence, yet here she was, mind lost in her grief, in her confusion, her longing for their father. “You need to get up,” he commanded. “You need to stand on your feet and be strong for your sisters. They need you.”

Amelia sighed deeply, that familiar weight of being the oldest pressing down on her shoulders once again.

It felt like carrying the weight of the world. It felt like being forced to sacrifice her own health and happiness for her sisters again.

It reminded her of nights spent in a brothel laid beneath some man she had no interest in for a small amount of coin. It reminded her of hiding the coins with Feyre's earnings so no one would ask questions or ask if she was okay.

“If my adult sisters are making the choice to hide in a room and refuse to eat, how exactly would me going and demanding that of them make a difference?”

Rhysand rolled his eyes, scoffing at the question. “You never cared for them while you all were starving in that cabin,” Amelia flinched at the accusation. “The least you could do is pretend to care now.” She looked away from him as the first night spent in the whorehouse, handing her virginity away to a complete stranger twice her age came forward.

She didn't see Rhysand's face fall, his eyes becoming sympathy as you stood. “Right. I forgot about Feyre's pretty story of how she kept our family afloat.” The true sentence should have been, “I forgot she didn't know,” yet Amelia stuck to her self defense. “I will try. Do not expect me to join you, though.”

Nesta, Elain, and Amelia ate in silence in Amelia's room. If you could call what the three of them did eating.

Nesta pushed the food around. Elain stared out the window. Amelia sat there, shivering despite being the closest to the fire and in heavy wool socks and a sweater provided by the House.

She could feel a chill deep inside of her. Like the Cauldron had left a reminder deep inside of her of what happened. “Have you two been cold since-” she couldnt even finish the sentence, but she didn't need to.

Elain shook her head softly. “No, just. Lost.”

Nesta also shook her head before smiling sadly. “Have you tried to bathe yet?” Amelia paled at the idea. She had several times. Hoping the hot water would melt the ice settling in her veins and bones. “I had the same reaction,” Nesta sad softly.

Elain also nodded, tears streaming down her face, “It's like bathing takes me right back there. I cam feel it burning my skin all over again from how cold it was, I feel myself struggling to breathe, i-” Amelia silenced her younger sister with a hand on hers.

“Don't, little tulip. Don't talk about it unless you're ready to.” Elain leaned into her, closing her eyes as Amelia ran her fingers through her soft hair. “I'm sorry I can't fix this.”

Nesta smiled for the first time in a week. “You aren't a miracle worker, Lia. We don't expect you to fix it.”

Amelia's dreams that night had her transporting to a cabin. It was warm with a soft fire crackling in the background as she looked around. She could hear the voices of two males in another room. One was deep and smooth, although somewhat sarcastic as he spoke to a deep familiar voice. Shadows trailed through Amelia's fingers and the voices stopped. A door opening and footsteps coming towards her.

Amelia shot awake, her eyes adjusting to the darkness to a figure sitting on her bed. Rhysand had his hands holding his nose, his eyes glazed over slightly. “Do you know where you just were?” She shook her head, take a few deep breaths and then the tea he offered her. “I need you to drink that. You followed Azriel on a mission. In your sleep.”

He looked up sighing heavily. “You didn't fully transport your body there. Just your soul and mind. I need you to drink that so you don't do it again.”

Amelia sniffed it, eyes watering at how bitter it smelled. “What is it?”

Rhys looked at her, eyes cold as he distanced himself from what he was asking her to do. “It's faebane. It'll put whatever the fuck the Cauldron did to you to sleep.”

Rhys laid Amelia down, having watched her finish the cup and fall into a drug induced sleep. He sensed Azriel landing at the house and waited.

The Spymaster pushed Amelia's balcony doors open, looking between her and Rhysand. “How? That cabin is heavily warded to protect-”

Rhys held a hand up. “Amren is looking into it. Until we have an answer, we keep her on a low dose faebane to keep her powers locked down and quiet.”

Azriel looked at him, slightly shocked. “So poison her instead of helping her control it? Rhys, we know better than this. Her powers will eat her alive.”

“We will figure it out before than, Azriel.” Rhys looked at Amelia, watching as she shivered. “Did he have any ideas for helping her stay warm?”

Azriel nodded, pulling out a heavy sweater in a cream and another in burgundy, and then a soft fluffy pumpkin colored blanket. They reeked of cinnamon and apples, the fabric was unnaturally warm after having been enchanted. “He says we owe him.”

Rhys rolled his eyes. “Of course we do. The snake doesn't do a single thing unless it benefits him.” he took the blanket, thanking Azriel softly before tucking Amelia in and listening as she released a soft content sigh. She snuggled deeply into her new blanket, shivering stopping almost immediately. “Did he say what he wants?” Rhys moved her hair out of her face. Guilt eating him alive as he saw how peaceful she looked in this forced state.

“He'll call us when he's ready.”

Taglist : @justdreamstars @coralseacourt @kemillyfreitas @impossibelle

[fashofizzies]

no sleep

wc : 2.3k, lowercase intended

pairings : sub!matt x kinda mean!dom reader (no use of y/n)

contains : SMUT, use of mommy and mama,edging,degrading,p in v, more probably.

notes ! - this took so long never again. thank you for all of the love on beggin. proofread but probably not good.i appreciate any and all feed back love y'all.

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today was supposed to be a lazy day for you and matthew, as both of you had nothing planned and you rarely got days like this.your boyfriend had other plans apparently.

the poor boy started his day moaning and groaning from a wet dream that he had, not wanting to wake you, he tried to contain himself and his raging boner and go back to sleep.

“o-oh mommy please i can't take it anymore p-please let me cum” is all you heard as you stirred awake from the continuous movement and noises coming from your boyfriend. the needy boy was practically humping you, desperate to get off. instead of waking him up and helping him out, you decided to go back to sleep having plans to help him out later.

he had woken up confused and horny trying to remember his dream before it faded.seeing that you were sound asleep next to him he snuck off to the bathroom to handle his situation so he could come back to bed.

after 10 minutes of trying and failing pathetically to get his boner to go away he gave up and came back to bed. he tried to go back to sleep but his cock was twitching and it was starting to hurt,without realizing he started inching closer and rubbing his cock against you trying to relieve himself in any way possible."mm? matt,baby? what are you doing?” you said quietly as you woke up from his motions against your back. 

“oh shit i'm sorry i-i just” matt spoke,embarrassed that you caught him getting off so pathetically. “you just what?” you questioned. “it hurts so b-bad i just wanted to make it stop,”he said barely above a whisper. “by humping me like a dog?” you mocked . he whimpered, as his face turned red from embarrassment."y-yes mama i’m sorry” “please help me i need you so bad” he begged getting closer to you. “no matthew, mama’s tired, go back to sleep and don’t you dare touch yourself,” you said sternly. he pouted before silently agreeing,adjusting himself and attempting to sleep.

not even an hour later you feel the bed moving,causing you to wake up once again.the culprit being your needy boyfriend having yet another wet dream."matthew?” you spoke a bit irritated.“hm ? oh hi baby w-what’s wrong” he said groggily and confused. “humping me and now humping the bed?” you said as you moved to straddle him. ''m sorry i guess i was having a bad dream'' "he said confused. ''well that dream woke me up for the second time” you sighed.before he could speak again you continued “you’ve been such a needy slut all night,wakin’ me up so i’ll have to help you out huh?” you said degrading him “n-no mama i-” he stuttered. “no? so you don’t want me to get you off?”, “you weren’t just moaning my name” you said ,making him look down.you grabbed his jaw, making him look at you “if you don’t need me then i’ll get off your lap and go back to sleep,yeah?” you cooed. “NO! please help me i’m sorry please help me i need it so bad, please” he begged, looking up at you with puppy eyes.

“you’re gonna cum and then we’re going back to sleep,do you understand me?” you said,still gripping his jaw tightly. “y-yes mommy i promise” he said, looking up at you. “good boy,now strip,” you demanded. He scrambled to his feet to strip,eager to please you.“what now mama?” he asked,moving to sit back down on the bed,slightly shy because you still had all your clothes on. “you think you can fuck me sweet boy?" you asked while moving his messy brown locks out of his face. “n-no- i mean yes but-!” he started to speak “but what matthew?” you questioned as he got quiet ''i want to mommy i-i just'' he began “won’t last long” he whispered the last part embarrassed.you chuckled before responding “you were so desperate to cum before,what happened baby?”. “it’s not funny”,he pouted “j-just wanna make you cum too” he said while fidgeting with his fingers. 

you moved from your position in front of him to lay down on the bed.he sat there nervously waiting for your next command.you gestured for him to move as you spread your legs,making room for him.he got on his knees in between your legs and started lightly touching your thighs,slowly making his way up to your underwear.matthew looked at you for permission before eagerly taking them off.he was mesmerized by your pussy,almost drooling at the sight.you giggled before urging him to make a move. “s-sorry mama, fuck you’re just so pretty” he said still focused on you. “i’m so pretty but you still can’t fuck me?” you teased before continuing “guess i’m gonna have to get myself off then” you smirked,moving to get up before matthew pushed you down “no NO-!”,“please i can do it”,“ i can make you cum please please lay back down” he said barely finishing his sentences.

you stayed silent,making him nervous so he buried his head in your neck whispering apologies and kissing anywhere his lips could reach,before you spoke again “so needy still?,"don’t you get tired” you said while moving his head.he looked down at you before adjusting his position and slowly slipping his cock in.the room was filled with soft whimpers and moans before he spoke again “like that mama?”,a-am i doing good” he questioned desperate for praise, before whimpering again.“fuck” was all you could say as he bottomed out. with your permission he slowly started moving, his cock filling you up deliciously. “you’re doing so good,baby fuck,but i need you to go a bit faster, okay?” you cooed.your words flipped a switch in him as he started to increase his pace ,thrusting into your pussy roughly. “shit just like that”you said before moaning loudly as he hit that sweet spot inside you continuing his thrusts,he slithered his hands around your waist,gripping you as if you were gonna disappear if he let go.

you could tell he was getting close as his moans increased in sound and his hips started to stutter.“fuck mommy i’m close m sorry” he whimpered loudly. “hold it” you said without hesitation.“f-fuck i can try mama” he whispered attempting to slow his thrusts.you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him in closer as he leaned down,attempting to muffle his sounds with your boobs.bliss is all you felt as he rutted his hips into yours repeatedly,letting your tough demeanor slip,too fucked out to see the warning signs that the boy above you was getting dangerously close to the edge.his whimpers,his loud moans,and most importantly him startin to cry.he sniffled before speaking quietly, “m so sorry fuck i’m sorry” he said barely above a whisper.his words snapped you out of the trance he put you in, whipping your head down to where the two of you were connected and quickly realized why he was crying ''matthew”,you nearly spat,intensely glaring at him.head still hung in shame and tears still strolling down his face he responded, "y-yes”. “got something to tell me?” you asked harshly.he started fidgeting nervously as if he wasn’t still buried deep inside you,cock covered in his own cum. “i-i came without permission i’m s-s-orry” he said shamefully.before you had a chance to speak up he continued,rambling. “i’m so so sorry i just-!,fuck i needed to cum and m so pathetic mama m sorry” he expressed,hoping for some sympathy from you.you paused for a moment, gears shifting and turning in your head,as you thought of what to do with your boyfriend in this moment.your silence made the boy feel every emotion at once,causing him to start throwing up words again. “mommy-” was the only word he could get out before you interrupted him “you hurt my feelings,being so desperate and selfish.” you said with pout, “you were supposed to make me cum,but i guess i was right huh?”, “can’t even make me cum,how pitiful” you spat.he whines at your harsh tone and derogatory words “no i can please m sorry for being selfish,please let me make you proud.”  you grabbed him by his chain bringing him to your face as you firmly spoke “i don’t want to hear a sound from you,and if i hear a single sound you are fucked”. he nodded not wanting to get into deeper shit but he was feeling deprived still. “u-um can i still have a kiss”, he mumbled. “do you deserve one matthew?”, you half joked, but the poor boy took it serious. “o-oh no i guess not m sorry” he muttered sadly.feeling a slight bit of pity, you pulled him down for a sweet and slow kiss, knowing how much he needs reassurance.

he weeped into the kiss as he slowly started moving his hips.the boy was set on making you cum,so desperate to hear you call him a good boy.the pace he set was mainly for him,still being so incredibly horny and still reeling from his previous orgasm.“this pace is putting me to sleep and not in a good way” you said,holding back a moan from feeling so full. “sorry fuck sorry” he said while adjusting the speed of his thrust,beginning to pound into you.“fuck just like that baby,keep going” you moaned.he was hitting all the right spots,his tip hitting that sweet spot inside you deliciously.if you weren’t paying close attention you would not have heard the muffled groans and tiny moans from your boyfriend. “c-can’t stay quiet mama” matthew started, “cover m-my mouth ple-ase’’ he stuttered out,the pleasure overwhelming him slightly.he shyly looked up at you,eyes pleading for you. “my sweet boy,finally listening to me” you cooed,as you moved your finger up to his mouth,confused he opened his mouth to speak,giving you the perfect opportunity to slip your finger in.taking whatever you give him,he began sucking gently on your index finger,groaning at the taste.with your finger still in his mouth,you adjusted so you where near his ear and breathed out a soft “good boy” making him stop his thrusts momentarily. “d-don’t say that please i’m gonna cum again and i d-don’t wanna disappoint you” he sighed. “close already matthew?” you teased,he slowly started moving instead of replying.

him ignoring you set something off,since he didn’t wanna respond but won’t stay quiet you’ll just have to shut him up! you pulled your finger out his mouth with a pop,quickly moving your hand to cover his mouth.his thrusts continued,as he stayed focused on being quiet and making you cum.licking and biting all over the hand covering his mouth,letting you know that he was close to coming undone.you removed your hand from his mouth and he took deep breath before speaking again. “i’m sorry,i can’t hold it anymore,please i need to cum” he pleaded with you. “i-i can still k-keep going after i cum b-but please i can’t–fuck” he whined loudly,rutting his hips against yours desperately. “cum for me” you said softly.his thrusts became eratic as he came hard.he momentarily paused his thrusts,coming down from his previous orgasm.cum started to spill from between you both, onto the silk sheets underneath. “you okay sweet boy?,are you sure you can handle another?”, you spoke as you caressed his cheeks.he leaned into your touch before speaking up “y-yes m sorry i’ll get to it” he sniffled,tears beginning to form in his waterline. “my good boy,mommy’s so close” you cooed up at him.

matt was still a bit sensitive from previous orgasms and on the brink of overstimulation.he slowly started moving his hips again,wincing slightly as he moved.he gave you a moment to adjust,before setting a steady pace. “f-fuck keep going sweetheart you’re so amazing” you said through moans. during these intimate moments he needs praise,no matter how much he likes your degrading words. “am i doing good mommy,m-makin you feel good” he asked nervously,biting his lips. “please-shit,please tell me m doin good please” he begged. “yeah baby,doing so good for mama,making her feel so good” you breathlessly said against his lips.he moaned into the kiss before breaking it to speak again “are y-you close mama,you’re gettin really tight.” you giggled at his way of saying he feels you clenching around him. “mommy’s so close sweetheart” you whimpered.he moved his head down towards your neck,leaving soft kisses in a beeline towards your boobs.he found comfort within your tits,kissing and sucking on them for a moment.

your orgasm hit you like a truck,experiencing multiple forms of pleasure.the boy sucking on your boobs messily,fingers rubbing frantically on your swollen clit,and his cock hitting that sweet spot. “ shit mama’s gonna cum” you moaned. “god-fuck keep going don’t stop” you groaned,while throwing your head back into the pillows. “m cumming again mommy please let me” he whined,wanting to cum at the same time. “cum with me,wanna hear those pretty sounds” you somehow got out with all the stimulations you were feeling.one final thrust from the boy and the room was filled with heavenly moans and whimpers.he slowly pulled out,a mix of cum spilling out of you.after pulling out he cuddled up next to you,looking up at you with love.you wrapped your arms around him showering him in kisses and praise . “i-i love you mommy” he whispered sleepily. “i love you too sweet boy,lets get you cleaned up so we can sleep’’ you spoke between kisses.

you both showered and changed into pajamas and you finally got to sleep.

notes - this is so ass and i didn't know how to end it BYE

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[shad0wvisi0n]

STORY ONE YOUR GUARDIAN

Summary: When SV4 gets his first ever nightmare he decides to pay his partner a night time visit for comfort.

Tags: Character Death, Blood, Hurt and comfort, Angst with happy ending, fluff,

AU Created by @b-r-i-n-g-x and @shygirl4991 All art belongs to the rightful artist do not repost Artist for chapter @b-r-i-n-g-x @lizaluvsthis Shout out to @alianarepasa our other lovely assistant!

WARNING: PLEASE READ SHADOW VISION CHAPTER 2 CONNECTIONS BEFORE READING THIS FIC!

SV3 landed on the ground hard dodging another attack, he felt a sharp pain on his ankles “No, oh no don't tell me i had to twist my ankle now!” Princess Peach roars, catching both guardian’s attention. SV4 looks around in a panic hearing the roast, he runs off to the direction of the sound. SV3 shakes his head as his eyes water, closing his eyes he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He opens his eyes in shock as he stares at the claw stabbing him, the claw pulls out hitting him again. It all happened so fast the guardian couldn't let out a sound, his tears falling as his mind filled with SV4. Princess Peach lets out one last roar before leaving the man on the floor, he gasps trying to move, trying to call out to someone.

SV4 frowns feeling nervous at the silence “SV3! SV3 where are you?!” As he walks through the woods he notices the floor. His eyes go wide as he realizes the floor was covered in static liquid, he runs following it. Panicking, the more of the liquid he saw until he reached the end of the line, he stopped walking as he began to shake his head “SV…3 you can't…” his eyes water as he ran to the man's body. There he saw SV3's eyes move to look at him, SV4 fell to his knees to hold his partner close to him “Hey you're okay..you're going to be okay this is nothing. I'm right here aren't i? I will always be by your side…so please stay by mine.” SV3 slowly moved his hand grabbing 4’s before dropping it, SV4 starts crying as he shakes SV3's body “Please…im sorry about the outfit…DON'T LEAVE ME!”

SV4 jumps up in his bed breathing heavily, quickly he touches his eye to feel the wrapping still on it. He let out a sigh of relief before frowning, he had to make sure that nothing happened to SV3. He opens the door and looks around the dark studio, he was surprised that the party Mr. Puzzles did was cleaned up so fast. Making sure the adware wasn't around he made his way to his partner's room, as he approached the orange door his heart started to race.

Flashes of his nightmare hit him, the lifeless eyes of the other man, the smell of his blood as he held him close. The nightmare felt too real, that's what made it hard for him to open the door.

He takes a deep breath and opens the door, the smell of fresh flowers hitting his nostrils. He couldn't help smiling at the familiar scent, slowly he walked into the room. There he saw the form he knew well, SV3 slept soundly in his bed causing a wave of relief to wash over the guardian. Knowing that the man was okay he turns to leave the room, his hand begins to shake as he holds the door knob.

 He looked at his hand confused before turning to SV3, he needed to remind himself it was a dream and nothing bad happened. Then SV3 started to move around in his bed, 4 freezes staring at his partner as his eyes slowly opened. SV3 sits up on his bed, his hair free from its constraints. 

SV4 held his breath, it wasn't everyday he saw the man with loose hair not to mention with no makeup. 3 stares at him confused “SV4? Am i dreaming or are you standing in my room, do you need more batteries?” hearing the question felt like a stab to his gut. If he wasn't such an idiot the man wouldn't have been in this mess in the first place, he felt his eye sting at the memory of their fight. Noticing something off, SV3 gets out of his bed putting on his robe, slowly he walks up to the man “4…are you okay?” 

“I’m fine, it's not like I came here cause I was worried for your dumbass.” as he blinks the tears escape. Seeing that SV4 was crying he slowly reaches out and grabs his hand, SV3 blushes as his heart raced at the contact. He gives a bright smile to his partner “Well if you did come for that, im okay!” 4 nods hearing the cheerful tone from his words. Slowly he intertwined his fingers with 3, seeing what SV4 did made his face go bright red. He lets out a cough thinking on what to do, he snaps his fingers as he brings SV4 closer to him. But before he could speak SV4 beat him to it “This might sound dumb…” 3 shakes his head “Nothing you say could be dumb, you can say anything.” 

With a nod SV4 continues “You know…never thought the smell of flowers could be so amazing, then you came into my life. The scent brings a strange comfort to me.” SV3's heart skipped a beat at his words, he wasn't sure what this odd feeling was. Perhaps the man was getting sick and wasn't as okay as he thought, the more he thought about it the more he felt his face warm up. SV4 sighs letting go of SV3's hand, he turns to the door and lets out a shaky breath “Well i'm going to my room, not sure why i even came here haha!” 

SV3 wraps his arms around 4 pulling him into a tight hug “Did you…have bad thoughts about what happened?” SV4 shakes as more tears escape, his voice cracks “No…it was about losing to a boss fight.” Hearing his voice break 3 kept holding him close, slowly losing his control he breaks down crying. He turns and hugs SV3, crying into his shoulder. SV3 rubs his back “It’s okay, I also had a nightmare…mine was that you saved me. But..the claw didn't hit your eye, you got hit in your chest…” 

They pull away from each other, SV4 sniffs as SV3 gently wipes the man's tears “I’m not going anywhere, I think today I learned it's best not to go on solo walks.” 4’s face goes serious as he nods, he then presses his forehead against SV3. He freezes eyes wide, nervous at what the man is doing, SV4 softly smiles at him “Don't take this the wrong way, got it?” With a nod SV4 continues “I make an oath to you, SV3 i swear on the power of the TV world i'm not just the guardian of television. But I’m your guardian too!” SV3 smiles brightly at him “And I make an oath to you, SV4 that with the power of the TV world I will protect you. Never again will I let you get hurt again!”  They let out small giggles before SV3 shyly looks at his bed, he lets go of SV4 and bites his lip. He watches as his partner turns to leave the room “WAIT!” 4 turn’s looking at SV3 confused, he points to his bed. SV4 looks at the bed then at SV3 still not understanding what the man wants, with sigh SV3 shyly speaks up “I don't want to sleep alone after that nightmare, can you stay the night?”

SV4 eyes go wide in surprise before looking at his bed, he shrugs and walks to the bed. The smell of flowers was stronger on the bed than anywhere else in the room, it made him wonder if his room had a smell too. He gets in the bed and pats the spot next to him, seeing this, 3 skips and jumps on his spot in the bed. They both softly smile at each other as they get under the blanket, gently SV3 reaches out and touches SV4 face “You're still a dummy for taking long to heal your wound.” SV4 chuckles as he cuddles up to SV3 making the man’s face blush  “Yeah but it was worth it, now you're a part of the channel. Box head cant say shit about you making content." Slowly he falls asleep, SV3 smiles and pets his head. “I feel guilty that your words make me so happy, I'm thankful you were created along with me.”  With that SV3 closed his eyes and enjoyed a night of peaceful rest knowing his partner was safe in his arms. 

[eddieboi23]

A dream

Enid Sinclair x male reader

(Wednesday )

Summary: reader is a lot more mean in their sleep, enid notices. (Relationship unspecified)

Tw: cussing

Y/n)=your name

“This is talking”

Requested by: @pvzizgr8

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Enid was sipping her coffee, enjoying the calming atmosphere of the weathervane.

The day had only just begun, but it was already going so much better than she could have ever hoped for.

You were sitting across from her, sipping from [ favorite drink].

You and enid had a sleepover the night before, you didn’t know it, but you slept talk.

Enid definitely noticed, because you were cussing out someone the whole time.

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(Flash back to the sleepover)

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You and enid where sleeping in her bed, it was already lat but enid was kept awake as you snore next to her.

You were talking in your sleep, not quite making sentences , but it sounded like a rather loud string of cussing.

Enid was surprised at first, because you never cussed like that while awake. she had to admit to herself that she did found it a little bit amusing.

She listened for awhile while idle stroking your hair.

You seemed to calm down and she was about to fall asleep when the words “you bitch!” came from your mouth, waking her up.

Your both lucky Wednesday wasn’t here or you’d be dead for waking her.

You seemed to be yelling at someone, though she had no idea who it was aimed at. Enid was finding this a little bit to funny to pass up, as she continued listening.

Soon you just kept cussing at the dream person until you feel into a deep sleep and snuggled into enids side.

She blushes and giggled, hugging you as she soon too falls asleep.

—-(end of flash back)

The memory of her sleeping next to Y/N the night before plagued her mind as she took a sip of coffee.

She had to admit, she was finding Y/N’s random bouts of cursing and swearing in his sleep rather interesting, especially since she had never even heard him swear at all while awake, and she kind of wanted to know why…and maybe to even tease you. “Hey, Y/N, can I ask you something real quick?”

You look at her from your coffee, look a tad tired since it was still morning. “Yea what’s up Enid?”

“Oh, I, uh, I just had a question about why you say a lot of…well…mean things while you sleep. I was wondering what kind of…dream person your arguing with.” She said, her voice full of amusement…maybe this was the perfect time for her to tease him a bit…

You blush. “Huh…what do you mean..?”

You have been told by many people you get mean in your sleep but chose to ignore it, thinking It was a prank, but now Enids saying the same, maybe it’s NOT a prank.

She smiles and leans forward, her face very smug.

"You can stop playing dumb with me. I heard every word while you were sleeping last night and you sounded more pissed off than i've ever seen you before, i can't believe what a potty mouth you have when dreaming!". Her tone of voice was playful, she was clearly teasing you, wanting to see a reaction from you.

You blush. “I-I didn’t realize…”

She giggled. "Oh, but its true!...you were do angry!” She said teasingly, she couldn't help but find your blush amusing, she leaned forward trying not to laugh, clearly wanting a reaction from you.

You blush, looking a tad ashamed . “Sorry..about that.”

*she smirks* “Oh, I'm not complaining, in fact, I find it funny...your never so...angry when awake, and I find it interesting to hear how you express yourself so...aggressively in your dreams.…it’s kinda cute, in a way.”

You blush more and kick her under the table as you look away and sip your coffee. “Shush…”

Enid giggles and sips her coffee happily and kicks your leg under the table. “Potty mouth”

You kick back. “Shush!!!”

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Sorry it’s short, I’m just too tired but I wanted to give you something 💚

[bokutooooo]

Dream Ride PT- 2 ᰔᩚ

The annoying sounds of my alarm clock going off waking me up almost instantly and I can already feel my head pounding. Last night I ended up going to one of Han's infamous parties and let's just say it was fun. "Morning Cassidy, how'd you sleep?" Cassidy was my aunt, one of the main reasons I came to Japan after mom threw me out. "it was fine, woke up a couple of times but nothing to bad. How's Neela? you girls have fun? being careful I hope". I grab a box of cereal and a bowl "It was fun I mean just regular car stuff.. Neela likes my car so that's good" I laugh thinking about how Neela kept asking me to let her drive it. "I'm glad, just make sure you guys are being careful and staying out of trouble" I give her a nod walking towards the small couch. I haven't really told her anything about Han I don't think she'll like it, which means I probably shouldn't be getting involved with him but can you blame me? his shoulder length jet black hair, his little smile and I mean have you seen the 1997 Mazda RX-7 it's almost to nice. "Hey? you going to start getting ready? Don't want you getting yelled at again."

"Hey Neela whatcha doing?" I say as I'm walking into class. "Nothing too exciting just sketching something knew, you think I should get a Toyota Supra? I mean how cute would that be." I lightly laugh "I think you should get whatever you like, you have the time and money right? so do it." she gives me a small smile and continues sketching away.

I sat down as our professor walked in, all I could ever think about was cars, friends and.. well Han. I know it's stupid, thinking about a guy who pays me little to no attention but I can't stop. My grades were going down, I was starting to care less and stop trying but If I don't start picking them back up my aunt will notice and question me than I would have to tell her something. "Hey! let's go times up" I look up and Neela's waiting for me "class is over? already?" I swear class just started "Yeah??? let's go weirdo."

Me and Neela were out shopping "What about this one? it's cuteee, c'monnnn look at the lace lining" I look up from my phone. She was buying a new skirt.. yet all the ones she's tried on were kind of.. ugly? "No." I look back down "whatever!" she aggressively shuts the the curtains of the change room. "How's Hanny booooo have you texted him? "Why would I be texting him?" she pops her head out "because you like love him? and you always want to talk to him."

"Well I haven't talked to him since the party so." It's true I do love finding an excuse to talk to him but I guess I'm starting to realize that we have like no chance together. "What's up? you suddenly stopped liking him?" "No it's just- It's not going to happen. Like ever, so I'm going to stop being a fangirl and find someone else. Plus Cassidy would ever approve and I won't let her down."

"Oh come on! you guys like.. love each other!! maybe thats to quick.. but! you guys love talking to one another and love hanging out, so who cares what others think? Cassidy you'll talk to when it happens, don't worry about before it even happens."

Neela had a point but I'm not even sure I was ready, I don't even know how Han feels.

Once Neela found an outfit she liked we went to go eat. "Hey Neela I'm gonna go grab something from Starbucks want something?" "mmm.. sure! just an iced coffee please."

"Hey Neela got your ice-" I paused, DK and Morimoto sat on either side of her. "Oh hey DK what are you doing here?" "Just came for something to do, ran into you two." Neela looked a bit uncomfortable, DK practically breathing on her and Morimoto right on the other side "Me and Neela were just about to leave but we'll probably see you guys tonight." "Yeah sorry guys see you later!"

Tonight was one of the biggest Drift events of the year. It would be packed, cars in every spot, people everywhere, music blasting and food. That's why me and Neela went shopping, had to look extra good tonight. "Why was DK like breathing down you're neck? he's pretty clingy for someone your not dating" "I know but we've been best friends for agesss, kind of hard to just stop you know?"

"Eeee! look at it! so cute!!" I was admiring my self In the full body mirror. I had white leg warmers with pompoms on them, and light pink tank top with a dark pink outline and a white headband. "look at you cutie!" "never mind meee look at you beautiful" Neela had on a short denim skirt, black military boots with a heel and half up half down hairstyle with a bow. "ready to go? we should try to get there before it gets to packed, gonna need to park somewhere."

Hope you enjoyed this part!>

[kitsuvil]

— confines [picturesque/ayato smau]

[ masterlist ] — last chapter of the first arc ! this has a written part

I rubbed at the crust in my eyes, knowing that there was no plausible way for me to actually fall asleep again. Being in such close proximity with Ayato made my heartbeat spike, despite having told myself multiple times that it's a normal reaction and doesn't really mean anything. What could it possibly mean, anyway?

It's nothing new to feel excited or have adrenaline when you're with someone you appreciate. Of course, I never felt this way with any of my friends, but perhaps it was just a new platonic feeling. Right. Just platonic.

My gaze fell on his sleeping face, quiet and at peace. Until he slowly opened his eyes and stared at me, disoriented confusion glazed over his squinting eyes. "[Name]?" He looked around. "What time is it?" Ayato yawned like a tired cat.

"It's still morning. I'm sorry for accidentally staying the night, on your couch with you no less," the last part came out in a whisper. "As long as you had a pleasant sleep." Ayato's morning voice had an alluring rasp to it, some of his words slurring together.

"The sleep was fine, but after waking up... I can't say the same," I laughed in pity of my churning stomach. I did this to myself, so I couldn't whine and complain, but the more I sat around, the worse it felt. Silly hot pot challenge.

"I would question it, but I think I already know why."

"This is your fault for making me add the weirdest ingredients into the hotpot. And Thoma still won against me."

"You two share the competitive spirit," Ayato laughed as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and attempted to get up. "Do you need me to take you home?"

He stretched his limbs out from the stiff position he was sleeping in, and I couldn't help but admire his look in the mornings. Only he would look so charming after a night of sleeping on the couch.

"I would say yeah... But this couch is so comfortable. What if I stay here."

"You're welcome to, I won't stop you," Ayato's eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"If I go home, it means I have to return to the daily routine of doing more and more classwork. Tomorrow is Monday, and immediately, I'm back to the same schedule," I sighed. "On top of that, my stomach is gluing me to this couch..." I trailed off awkwardly as my stomach grumbled.

"Aren't you enjoying your time in university? Majoring in photography and all, doing what you love?"

Ayato sat back down on the couch beside me. I wasn't going to elaborate any further, but with how willing he was to listen and the distraction to my stomach pain, I found myself bringing more thoughts to the open world.

"Of course. But what else do I face other than assigned work and unwilling projects?"

I continued, not wasting a chance to get my words out. "I feel privileged to be studying my dream already, but the more I struggle to keep up, the more it feels like a chore."

There was no way Ayato would have felt this. Being forced to sit through courses when all you really want is to be out there. He's the one who had the ability for a sudden trip overseas and was able to experience so much. Not to mention, he willingly began to attend. He's skilled, but it was already laid out for him.

And it makes me feel like I'm falling behind.

I didn't want to look at him negatively, I knew how hard he worked, so perhaps the problem was with me. University made me feel like a cooped up farm animal.

"[Name], if you feel this way, why wouldn't you speak about it earlier on? Not in a pressuring way, but you shouldn't have to bottle up frustrations like this. Part of the reason why I'm so successful is because I learned to speak for myself early on."

The fatigue of the situation was almost completely gone as adrenaline took over, part of me anxious that I was whining about my personal thoughts to Ayato like this. "It's for the exact reason I mentioned earlier. It's already such a special thing to attend Teyvat Uni for photography, which is why I shouldn't be expecting more."

"Do you know why I began to attend in the first place?"

"Because you wanted to fool around and get a taste of this life?" I laughed, slightly sarcastic.

"Not at all. [Name], I signed up for this university to meet people, great people like you who have so much potential. There are many students who visibly dull their own shine by putting themselves up against people who do things differently. Do not contain yourself to a single box when the world is out there waiting for you."

"But the world is like a galaxy away when I'm confined to projects and such."

"It doesn't have to be. Just because you set yourself to this standard does not mean you belong in it. Humanity is unique. Perhaps this confined life just isn't meant for you."

I pursed my lips, pondering over his advice. A leap into the world without formal education was like a leap into the abyss.

"How about this, next time I have a place I want to visit, we'll travel together. We can come up with ideas for your future. Two brains are better than just one, right?"

I had to laugh at his poor attempt to drag me into his strange and successful life. However,

"Fine. But if it doesn't work, I'm going back to drowning in assignments."

I fell into that sirenlike attempt.

"Thank you for hearing me out... For now, I think you need something to help with that stomach bug. How does some soup sound?" Ayato stood back up.

"Soup? I'm not sure if my stomach can take any more weird things. Is this your girl math at trying to cancel one with the other?"

I felt warm from his words. It's like a few photos had finally printed out, and there was a new stack of film sitting in my heart.

"No! I promise, it's the soup Thoma makes for us when we're unwell... I just don't know how well it'll turn out. I never do this kind of thing. There's a reason Thoma is like a mother to us... but I can try."

"Then, I'm sure even your suspicious attempt will work to improve my health. Thank you. For trying to not only make me feel better physically, but for being here to listen to my strange sick ramblings."

— hehe this chapter has much cuties much fluff much comfort!! unfortunately couldnt translate that in just photos aaaa </3 taking a few days from writing as a break until act 2 starts teehee

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[kkurisuac]

𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲

Sypnosis: a suicidal girl meets the boy who saved her

Pairing: Baji Keisuke x Fem!Reader

Warning: depression, suicide

It's cold. I'm cold. I can't breathe. Someone is talking, but I don't understand what. My eyes are so heavy.

My head hurts. It's so hard to breathe. Where am I? Why is everything white here? This is definitely a hospital, but what am I doing here?

"Are you awake?" asked a boy with long black hair. I raised my eyes to him and suddenly everything came to me. I wanted to commit suicide. But even that didn't work.

"Are you feeling okay?" he continued to ask, but I just started looking at the ceiling.

I remember now. I walked into the sea to drown. I wasn't fully conscious anymore, I almost made it, but someone lifted me out of the water. I don't remember completely, but I felt someone holding me and trying to wake me up with no success. So that would be the boy.

"Why did you save me?" I asked him the question, not very nicely.

"Because you were drowning?!"

"That was the point."

"Oh, well, sorry I didn't let you die, next time I'll watch from a distance." he said wryly.

"You'd be doing a favour for me."

"You're welcome by the way, no thanks necessary." he left me alone. Of course, let me be the one to blame.

I just want to be dead already.

I was discharged from the hospital and went home, where I was immediately yelled at for where I was. No, they didn't ask me where I was, how I was. Again, the point was not to ruin the family's reputation.

"Why can't you behave yourself? Look at your sister, she'd never do that!" shouted Dad.

"She studies normally, she works, she helps your mother at home, she does voluntary work and she's smart and pretty too. But that's less true of you." he continued to shout at me.

"Tell Y/n where were you last night?"

"I wanted to commit suicide." I declared, and my father laughed at me.

"Y/n how many times do I have to tell you not to draw attention to yourself like that! Follow your sister and believe me everyone will know about you."

Enough. Stop it.

I refused to listen any longer to how much better my sister was, so I went to my room instead.

I looked in the mirror and saw the same girl I saw every day. The girl I want to kill because her existence is useless. She'll never be good enough for anyone because she's an insignificant little girl. She's not even pretty, she's not smart, she doesn't stand out, she's not even average. Her parents don't like her, then others even more so. No one would even notice if she died.

I went down to my family's for dinner and hoped to get away with all kinds of bullshit today. But a night like this only exists in my dreams, because I'm the target of the whole family.

"Y/n you're not having this for dinner tonight." Mom said like she was normal.

"What? Why?" I asked, because I didn't understand what was going on.

"You've put on a few pounds lately so you can't be seen in public. You need to lose a few kilos."

"Look at your sister's beautiful figure. If you ate normally and exercised, you could be as beautiful as your sister."

Enough. Stop saying that.

Since I was in no mood for anything, I went back to my room and listened to music.

Why was I born? What have I done to be treated like this? Why doesn't my own family love me? Why am I alive?

"Miss, would you like some dinner?" knocked one of the maids.

"Aren't my parents having dinner or something?" I asked, because I don't normally get that question.

"Your parents and your sister are eating at a restaurant today. And they asked me to give you this." he handed me a little piece of paper with Dad's handwriting on it.

'We're off to celebrate your sister's graduation, we won't be home till late. Learn, so that next time we celebrate you.'

My father is so nice. They left me out of this one too. Not so surprising, I think.

I wanted to kill myself for two weeks. It's time to try again, maybe this time I'll succeed.

Walking down the dark street, waiting for a car to come and hit me. First and last time I would finally get lucky.

"You again?!" a motorbike stopped in front of me. Right in front of me, so I didn't even get a scratch.

"I can't die because of you again?!" I saddened.

"Alright, why do you want to die so badly?" he asked rather nervously.

"It's none of your business."

"Where are you going now? To hang yourself? Or what will you try next?"

"That's a good idea. I'm going to get some rope."

Taking my hand, he wouldn't let me take a step.

"Let go of me. Don't interfere with my suicide attempt."

"Why would a girl like you want to die? And answer me normally!" he squeezed my hand a little.

"Don't take your anger out on me." I took my hand away. I wanted to end the conversation, but he stopped me.

"You want to take your anger out with me instead of committing suicide?"

"I'd rather be suicidal." I replied without thinking. "But before that, it doesn't sound bad. What are we going to do?"

When I agreed I hadn't fully thought it through, but I felt that there could be no harm in it, after all, I was leaving this world anyway.

"Are we really going to set a car on fire? How legal is that?" "Not at all" he handed me a match. I was a little unsure about what we were doing, but it seemed exciting to do it.

As soon as the boy said I could do it I dropped the match and the car started burning nicely. I had no idea it would feel so liberating.

"I am Baji Keisuke."

"Y/n."

"Now that we've committed a crime together, will you tell me why you want to die?" he looked at me seriously. Sighing heavily, I gave in and quickly began to summarize my life.

"I'm an accidental child raised by a foster woman because my parents put work first and I found out at a young age how untalented I am, unlike my sister. She's good at everything, really. She dances, she studies, she works, she competes, she volunteers, she's beautiful, she's smart, she has everything to be perfect. But I'm not. That's it." I was satisfied with that, but as I could see Baji is not satisfied.

"Every day I'm told how much better my sister are, that I'm useless, that nobody cares about me. They always compare me to my sister. Today, for example, they went to celebrate my sister's birthday, leaving me at home to study. It's terrible to be born into a rich family where fame comes first." I finished.

Baji sat in silence for a while waiting for me to speak.

"Is that reason enough to commit suicide?"

"No. It may be bad now, but if you commit suicide, you will never know what the future would have been. You might meet someone close to you who will help you realize how wonderful you are."

"We just set a random car on fire, how did you get so serious now?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"Hey, don't laugh at me." he said to me.

"I've never thought about the future."

"Then maybe now would be a good time."

"And tell me, can you help? I mean, save me when I'm about to commit suicide?" I asked, completely serious, and he agreed

"You told me not to commit suicide because I never know what the future holds. It's a bit ironic, isn't it Baji?"

"I came to your grave, not the other way around." I put the flower down in front of him.

"Six months ago you saved me when I needed it. Why didn't you let me save you too? Why did you commit suicide? That was my role."

"Thank you for saving me every time, but tell me I can commit suicide now? I'm not interested in a future that doesn't include you. Baji, I want to be with you." I wiped my eyes, but my tears didn't stop for a moment.

It was because of him that I had been able to survive so far, but he chose to go ahead. However, I can't leave him alone, so it's time to go after him.

[2millu2]

Roommates || Choso Kamo

Warning +18

✵ ft. Roommate Choso x f.reader

✰༄ wc: 3k

༻ warning: smut, p in v, porn with plot, oral (female receiving), cúnnilingus, marking, rough, Choso’s a bit mean in bed, pet names, swearing, hard dom Choso.

ఌ Summary: your roommate is acting weird you keep hearing noises at night so you decided to comfort him about it

As you lay in bed at night, trying to fall asleep, you hear faint sounds coming from the other side of the room divider that separates you both. It's a muffled moan, slightly distorted, probably from Choso. You listen, unable to help it. You wonder what could be going on.

After all, Choso is known to keep to himself, rarely interacting with anyone. Maybe he's sick? Or maybe he's just having a bad dream. You don't want to disturb him, though; it wouldn't be right. So, you try to ignore it and concentrate on your breathing, hoping that the sounds will stop soon.

The next day, Choso barely acknowledges your presence. He seems to be in a daze, almost like he's lost in thought. You can't help but feel concerned for him. You decide to talk to him later and see if there's anything you can do to help, perhaps see if he's okay.

In class, Choso sits in the back, alone, staring blankly at the whiteboard. His eyes seem hollow, as if they're empty. He doesn't participate or answer questions during lectures. You wonder what could be going on in his head.

After class, you approach him and ask if everything's alright. He looks at you, surprised that you came to talk to him.

"You heard me last night, didn't you?" he asks, looking down. "I'm sorry if I kept you awake."

"It's alright," you say softly. "Is everything okay?"

He hesitates before replying, "Just... thoughts. It's nothing to worry about." He stands up abruptly and walks away, leaving you confused and worried.

You watch Choso walk away, feeling a mix of concern and curiosity. Something isn't right, and you want to help him, but he seems determined to push you away. You make a mental note to check on him later, maybe bring some food over or something.

Days go by, and Choso continues to act distant and withdrawn. You try talking to him again, but he brushes off your concerns, telling you that he's fine. It's clear that he's hiding something, but you don't want to pry too much.

One night, as you're lying in bed, you hear the same muffled moans again. This time, however, they sound different. More intense, like he's in distress. You decide to knock on the dividing wall between your spaces.

"Choso? Are you alright?" you ask, concern lacing your voice.

There's a pause before he responds, his voice hoarse and strained. "Go back to sleep, Y/N. I'm fine."

But you can tell he's not fine. You decide to push the divider aside and step into his space, revealing his partially undressed form. He's lying on his bed, sweating and panting, with a flushed face and wild eyes. His shirt tossed on the floor, and he's clutching his blanket tightly.

Your heart races as you take in the sight before you. Choso's eyes flicker open, meeting yours for a split second before darting away, embarrassment washing over his face.

"Y/N..." he whispers, looking anywhere but at you. "Please, don't... don't look."

You swallow hard, feeling a wave of embarrassment and confusion wash over you.

"What's wrong?" you ask gently, stepping closer to him. "Are you okay?"

He shakes his head, still not meeting your gaze. "I... I can't control these thoughts. They consume me, and I can't stop them. Please, just leave me alone."

You kneel down next to him, placing a hand on his arm. He flinches slightly but doesn't pull away.

"You can talk to me," you say softly. "If something's bothering you, we can figure it out together."

He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing as he fights to keep his composure. After a few moments, he finally looks at you, his eyes pleading.

"I... I've been having these thoughts about you," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "They're wrong, and I don't want them, but I can't shake them. I'm sorry."

His uncovered the blanket showing his hard cock straining in his pants

A fire ignites in your belly as you realize what he's saying. Your cheeks flush, and you feel yourself getting wet. You can't help but reach out and brush a strand of hair away from his face.

"It's alright," you murmur, leaning in close. "I understand."

His eyes widen slightly at your words, and he swallows again, looking even more nervous than before.

"I want you, Y/N," he says, his voice shaky. "I want to touch you, taste you... fuck you."

You lick your lips, your heart pounding in your chest. You've always found Choso attractive, but never thought he'd be interested in you. Now that he's confessing his desires, you can't help but feel turned on.

You lean in closer, your breath brushing against his cheek. "Tell me more, Choso." Your voice is low and sultry, matching his confession.

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "I... I want to eat your pussy. Lick every inch of it until you're dripping wet. Then, I want to fuck you hard, making you scream my name." His eyes are locked onto yours, full of raw desire and need.

A shiver runs down your spine at his words. You can feel your core pulsing with arousal, your need growing stronger with each passing moment. Without thinking, you reach out and cup his face, pulling him closer until our lips meet.

The kiss is passionate and hungry, filled with all the emotions you’ve been holding back. Your tongues dance together, exploring and tasting each other as your hands roam freely over each other's bodies. You can feel his erection pressing against your thigh, and you can't help but grind against it, seeking friction and relief.

When you both break away, you were both breathless and flushed. Choso's eyes are half-closed, his pupils dilated with lust.

"Take off your clothes, Y/N," he growls, his voice hoarse. "Let me see every inch of your beautiful body."

Without hesitation, you start unbuttoning your shirt, revealing your lacy bra underneath. As it falls to the ground, you step out of your jeans and panties, standing before him naked and vulnerable.

Choso's eyes widen at the sight of your body, his gaze traveling down your curves and settling between your legs. He licks his lips, hunger shining in his eyes.

"Lie down," he orders softly, his voice thick with desire.

You obey, spreading your legs slightly as you settle onto the mattress. Choso crawls between them, his hands tracing up your thighs until they rest on your hips. He leans forward, capturing one of your nipples between his teeth and sucking gently. You gasp at the sensation, your arousal intensifying.

As he switches to the other breast, he slides a finger down your abdomen, teasing your clit through your folds. You moan loudly, arching into him.

"So wet for me, Y/N," he murmurs against your skin, his breath warm and moist. "I've never seen anything more beautiful."

He dives back into your breasts, alternating between biting and licking, his fingers continuing to tease your damp entrance. You squirm beneath him, desperate for more contact, more sensation.

Slowly, he removes his own clothes, revealing his erection standing tall and proud. You swallow hard, a sense of anticipation filling you.

"Turn over," he commands, his voice gruff.

You obey without question, feeling him position himself behind you. He spreads your cheeks apart, running his nose along your pussy taking in your scent essence before his wet tongue runs along your wet folds making you jump slightly.

"You smell so good, Y/N," he purrs, licking at you again. His tongue darts inside your tight entrance, making you gasp and squirm on the bed. "So sweet, so perfect."

You can feel his tongue flickering inside you, probing and exploring your sweet spot. He sucks lightly on your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body. Your fingers dig into the sheets as you try to hold on tight, not wanting to lose myself in his expert touch.

"Choso,"you whimper, "please, I need more."

He chuckles darkly, pulling away from me. "Not yet, Y/N. I want to taste all of you."

You feel his hands gripping your hips, positioning you perfectly for his mouth. He dives back in, his tongue sliding deep inside you with practiced ease. You can feel him licking and sucking, making you writhe and moan.

He reaches around and starts playing with your clit, his fingers sending sparks of electricity throughout your body. Your moans become louder, begging for release, but he won't give it to you yet. He's toying with you, making you squirm and beg for his touch.

"Please, Choso," you plead, "I need you inside me."

He stops suddenly, making me whine in protest. Your body is aching for him, desperate for his cock to fill you up. He stands up, adjusting himself and straddling between your legs.

"Spread them wider," he commands, his voice rough and demanding.

Your body responds without thought, your legs opening wide for him. He lines up with your entrance and thrusts in with one swift motion, making you cry out in surprise and pleasure.

"y—yesss,!" You exclaim, feeling him stretching you open, filling you completely.

He pulls out almost immediately, making you whine in protest. He slams back into

you, making you bounce on the bed. His cock feels so good, hitting every sensitive spot inside you perfectly.

"That's it, Y/N," he growls, thrusting harder and faster. "Take it, baby. Take my cock."

You moan loudly, your body screaming for more. His words fuel your desire, making you even wetter and needier. He pounds into you relentlessly, touching places inside you that no one else has reached before.

",yes, Choso!" You shout, grabbing onto the sheets for support. "Cum inside me! Cum in my pussy!"

He growls in response, thrusting deeper and faster. His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him with each thrust.

"Yes, fuck, yes!" You scream, feeling your orgasm building rapidly. "I'm gonna cum, Choso! I'm gonna cum!"

His pace quickens, matching the urgency of your cries. You can feel your orgasm building, ready to explode at any moment. His cock throbs inside you, pulsing with each thrust.

"Come for me, Kayla," he growls, his voice harsh and demanding. "Let go."

You arch my back, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Your body convulses around his cock, milking him as he pumps faster and harder.

"Don’t stop!" You shout, your voice hoarse from screaming. "I'm cumming, Choso! I'm cumming!"

He groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight as he releases inside you. His hot cum fills you up, making you shiver with pleasure.

He collapses on top of you, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. You wrap your arms around him, holding onto him tightly.

"You taste so good, Y/N," he whispers, nuzzling my neck. "So sweet and delicious."

You smile, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. His words make you feel desired and wanted, like nothing else matters except for this moment.

"Thank you, Choso," you murmur, stroking his hair. "That was amazing."

He chuckles, kissing my neck gently. "You're welcome, baby. Now it's time to clean up."

I blush, realizing we've made quite a mess on the bed. He helps you up, guiding you towards the bathroom. As we clean up, he tells you about how much he likes you and was too nervous to tell you. His voice is soft and soothing, making you feel safe and protected.

We return to the bedroom, snuggling under the covers.

"Goodnight,," he says, his arm wrapped around you.

"Goodnight, Choso," you reply, feeling content and fulfilled.

We drift off to sleep, our hearts beating in sync as we share this small room together

[greensagephase]

yall, I'm about to share something a little bit ... eerie?? Because why not, plus it's spoopy season 🎃

tw: witchcraft but like nothing serious (I hope not)??, owls, a dream I had, animal body parts in my dream; I connected the dream to Miguel somehow 😭

Okay, so idk if you guys believe in witchcraft but... I do 😭 I've always heard that owls are apparently bad luck and used for this stuff, but I never cared about owls apparently being "evil" or something (same with kitties).

I actually love owls -- I think they're cute despite how dangerous they can be. I even used to have a handmade tote bag I sewed back in 7th grade with owl printed fabric for one of my classes because I loved them so much (I still do), anyway - I have never seen an owl in person nor had I heard one irl in my whole life until about three weeks ago when one was somewhere near my bedroom window at about 2am.

It creeped me out so much because it lowkey sounded like someone was crying in a way?? And I think it kept moving around because it would sound close and then further away, but at the same time close by?? Idk, but I was stressing out because of it and my dog (I have a dog named Rufo) because he could hear it, too, and he was barking like crazy. My poor baby and I were anxious 😓

Moving on, I live with my parents (the economy is tough and also different cultures have different expectations/traditions, like not leaving your home until you get married) and my mom happened to still be awake at that time watching some Turkish telenovela while working on crafts 😭🤣 well, I went to her and she asked why Rufo was barking like crazy and I told her that I kept hearing an owl. I think my mom could see I was actually a bit scared, startled, anxious and also, she believes in witchcraft, too because of some stuff, so she came to my bedroom to try and hear it from there. After her failing to hear it from my window, we went outside to the front porch and just stood there for a bit, like for a minute or two. My mom asked if I could hear it, which I confirmed. The weird thing (or maybe not so weird, who knows??) is that the owl stopped like 30 seconds later after we stepped out and I didn't hear it for the rest of the night.

My mom ended up lighting some candles once we went back inside and told me to cover my ears with some cotton balls, which I did. My dog finally calmed down, too. Half an hour later, or so, I fell asleep after watching some YouTube to calm myself 💀💀

The next day you know what my mom tells me?? She didn't hear ANYTHING despite me clearly hearing it when we went outside. Her hearing is good, so I was like what do you mean????? I lowkey was questioning myself after that, but then I remembered my dog's reaction and I felt comforted by that because that meant I didn't make it up somehow.

My mom called my grandma to tell her about it and *something* else because they both know *stuff* (I'm sorry, I'm trying not to share too much, but I've grown up being told witchcraft is real; also just to clear up, neither my mom nor my grandma, or me, are witches), so anyway, that was a few weeks ago.

Well, last night I heard it AGAIN!! I decided to ignore it this time, which was easy to do because it was further away from the house and my dog couldn't hear it, so no barking. I went to sleep without any issues. This morning, I told my mom and she said she thought she heard it, but since she was, once again, watching her Turkish telenovela and I didn't say anything, she continued on with her activities.

The thing is, I had a dream and it was a bit weird and creepy because of one specific thing, and I can't help but wonder if it has to do with the owl...??? Idk, but in the dream my grandma was there, one of my aunts who I haven't seen in like 15 years since I was last in MX for our visit, and one female acquaintance. For some reason, this last woman pulled out chicken legs 😭😭??? which was the creepy part about this dream!! She positioned the chicken legs in a way to show me a specific length and for some freaking reason they were talking about me marrying, so this woman said to look at the length and that that's how long my future husband's hands would be, which was pretty long. My aunt ended up adding, "se va a casar con un gigante [she's going to get married with a giant]" and that's where my dream ended.

I told my mom about the dream after she told me she thought she heard the owl, too, and she said nothing. She just stared at me before she said she needed to go to her room, so idk if maybe the owl has some significance ??

Besides the chicken legs, I thought my aunt's comment was funny because... have you guessed it? I thought about Miguel and how we always say he's a giant and the length the lady showed me was about Miguel's hand size lmaoo

So that's it, but man, the first time I heard the owl a few weeks ago actually left me a little freaked out, but I still love owls. Anyway... that's it. I thought it'd be fun to share since it's October 🍁🎃

[nicolettecallednikki]

Something silly I wrote last year and found in my drafts. It's incomplete and kind of pointless, but as I relate to the version of events I have in my head, I felt somewhat compelled.

Monaco Grand Prix, June 28th

He had gotten beyond wasted in Monaco last year when they'd fought about something, something stupid, and the videos of him obliterated had only made her more mad. Charles and Charlotte had fought too, and the girls had gone off together, had a sleepover and didn't answer their phones. This year, Isa couldn't make it, but he'd fucked up again and was spotted out with a Brazilian model, a friend of Kika's. That was the end of it, for Isa.

The Monaco curse was real, he surmised grimly.

Blanca's Wedding, July 9th

It took him a minute to place the familiar melody, but he recognized it from that movie Isa and his sister liked so much, the Audrey Hepburn one.

"Lando," he smacked his friend who sat next to him, "Lando do me a favor."

"Get your own drink," the younger man pulled a face, but Carlos shook his head.

"Go ask her to dance," he said, "She likes this song, it'll make her happy."

"Ask who to dance?" Lando questioned, before following Carlos' glance, "Oh."

"It's Breakfast at Tiffany's," he said, remembering the title of the movie.

"You go ask her," he nudged his shoulder, "I'm sure she'd rather dance with you, mate."

"I don't think so," he shrugged, but across the room Isa was chewing on her lip and he was standing before he could stop himself.

"Would you like to?" he extended a hand to her, and she accepted it with a small smile.

"What will your date think?" she questioned.

"Lando?" Carlos cocked an eyebrow playfully. Like this, he could talk to her, "He'll be okay."

"You didn't bring anyone?" she asked, but he shook his head sharply, "It wouldn't have been right, after I asked you to be here."

She snuck a glance at him. God he was gorgeous, but that had never been their problem.

"I'm glad you came," he said softly.

"I came for Blanca," she replied resolutely. Her other friends had thought she was crazy, but she really did come for her, and not for him.

"Thank you for being so graceful with the media," he slurred his words slightly, "I know I don’t deserve it."

She'd entered through a side entrance at both the church and the reception, so that no one would spot her coming in and distract from the bride.

"It's not for the public to know," she gave another small smile, "I didn't date you for that reason, and I won't use it against you, now."

"I'm glad you came tonight," he said. He'd said it a number of times to her already that evening.

"I'm happy to be here," she emphasized, "For Blanca."

Isa was a strong girl, but there was only so much she could take. She'd thought she was going to marry this man, and now that they're broken up she's putting an end to that dream, but his constant closeness to her, his hand ghosting over her arm as if he can't help himself, the way he leans in a little too close when he wants to speak. She'd planned on avoiding him all night. Not to make a scene or anything- just to steer clear of him. It should've been easy, she knew other people here, but it was like a magnet kept pulling them together and she wasn't sure how much longer she could resist the pull.

"I thought it was going to be us next," he slurred his words. Caco tried to drag him away from her, but drunk or not, he stood his ground.

"Me too," she replied honestly, "but life doesn't always work out the way you expect it."

"I'm sorry about Monaco," he said, avoiding the actual root of the issue, "It'll never happen again, you have to believe me."

"Carlos," she said it almost like a reprimand, chastising, before sighing, "Think of your sisters. If someone did that to Ana or Blanca, would you want them to still marry him?"

She knew she'd gotten him then. Although he was a little more than a year younger than Blanca, he was very protective over both his sisters, and would never allow them to be with someone that disrespected them as he had.

His face fell as he realized her point. He'd truly planned on marrying her, and it hadn't occurred to him that there'd be a scenario where they didn't end up together. Sometimes on the road, traveling all the time, at these sorts of parties- things happen. Everyone involved in F1 knows, things happen, but it didn't mean he didn't- doesn't still- love her.

Singapore Grand Prix, September 17th

Caco tapped his cousin, a phone clutched against his chest, "It's Isa."

"Why'd she call you?" he furrowed his brow.

"She wasn't sure if you wanted to talk to her," he replied with a shrug. Carlos' jaw ticked and he took the phone, moving away from the group for some privacy.

"Isabel?" he said, "Everything good?"

"I just wanted to say congratulations," her voice was lower than usual, which is saying something for his normally soft spoken ex, "That was genius strategy, with the DRS."

"You're just happy it got Lando P2," he teased. She'd always gotten along well with his former teammate, more so than Charles, even.

"That, too," he imagined she cracked a smile, "Well, that's all I wanted to say. I'm sure you have to get back to the celebration. Drink water- it's hot there."

Trust Isa to be looking after him, even now.

"I will," he promised, "And thank you- for calling. It means a lot."

"Of course," she said. There was a pause and he could tell she had more to say, so he prompted her, "What is it?"

"They're calling her your lucky charm," her voice cracked and he felt a clutch in his chest. He hated that he was still making her cry.

"Isa," he sighed, "They say all kinds of things."

"Do you believe it?" she questioned.

"I thought you said we make our own luck," he countered. She had said that- every time he'd called her his lucky charm, in the past.

"Well, you have been great since summer break," she insisted.

"Isa," he sighed again, "How did I win?"

"Qualifying well, driving smart, and giving Lando DRS," she summarized.

"There," he made an agreeable sort of grunt, "So if anyone is the lucky charm, it is Lando, okay?"

He always knew what to say- a Smooth Operator indeed, "Fair enough. Anyway, I didn't call for all this- you should be celebrating."

"Have a drink for me, huh?" he asked.

"I doubt you'll need my help," she laughed, "Congratulations again, and to Lando, too. You finally did it. P1-P2, like you always said."

"I'll tell him you say hello," he assured her.

"Do that," she smiled, "Bye Carlos."

"Good bye," he returned, waiting for her to hang up first, in case she had anything to add. He felt he had to treat her especially carefully now with this whole Rebecca business, because he didn't want to hurt her after she'd been such a good sport about everything.

When he got back to the group Rebecca pulled his arm over her shoulder, leaning into his chest. A minute ago that would've been fine, but now he was conscious of every phone, and therefore camera, that was pointed his way. When Lando called him over, he was glad for the excuse to step away.

Austin Grand Prix, October 22nd

The rumors were admittedly silly, but they were gaining traction. Even other drivers on the grid were joking with him and Esteban, asking which one of them were the baby daddy. Half out of courtesy, half because he was glad to have an excuse to talk to her again, Carlos called Isa.

He made sure to call at a time he thought she'd be by her phone, but not with her friends, Lord knows what those women thought about him, and he was hurt when the call went straight to voicemail.

Does she think it is true? he thought to himself, What other reason would she have to ignore my call?

He was relieved when a few minutes later she called him back, and when he picked up he heard music in the background, so he assumed she'd walked away from a group, knowing as he did that this conversation was best kept private.

"I hear congratulations are in order," she said icily, and he gnawed his lip, disappointed.

"Isa," he struggled to keep his voice even, "Isa, you know it isn't true. I wouldn't- I could never do that to you."

"I should know you couldn't?" she repeated, her tone unchanged, "Really, Carlos, that's your argument?"

His heart clenched, "Okay, then this- would I abandon a child? Even if it meant losing you?"

She was quiet and he knew she knew he had a point there. He wasn't a bad man, he'd made one- albeit gigantic- mistake, but overall she knew his heart was in the right place.

"I didn't think it was true," she said honestly, because she hadn't, not really, but it hurt to hear the rumors again. She had thought by stepping away from him she'd be out of that particular spotlight, but it seemed that wasn't the case.

"Are you sure?" he smiled despite the situation, and she confirmed, "Your father would have your head if it were true. No, forget your father- your mother."

"You're right about that," he chuckled, "You should've heard the phone call I got when this all started."

"I believe it," she wasn't so cold now, "Thank you for calling, anyway, I appreciate it."

"Of course," he said, "I owe you at least that."

"You don't owe me anything," she told him, and she meant it, too, "You've been a wonderful ex boyfriend, Carlos."

"Better than I was a boyfriend?" he asked and was met with a sharp intake of breath. He regretted the question immediately.

After a moment of careful consideration, she spoke quietly, "You were a great boyfriend, and I hope, one day, to call you a great friend. For now, I have to go, though. Thank you again for calling."

"I'm sorry, Isa," he said, "That was stu-"

The phone clicked.

Las Vegas Grand Prix, November 19th

After the disastrous race, Caco pulled him aside for some more good news- to let him know that Rebecca was pissed.

"What happened?" he asked. As far as he'd known she and Alex were enjoying themselves. His mother and sisters weren't as taken with the Scot as they'd been with Isa, but Charles' new girlfriend was forming an alliance with the older girl. Even that, though, was compared to the friendship Isa had had with Cha.

"She was standing next to me when Lando crashed in lap four," his cousin explained, "And she saw Isa texted me."

"Why would Isa text you?" his head shot up.

"Relax, Primo," he said, "She was asking about Lando, that's all."

"She was watching?" he questioned, and Caco shrugged, "She watches a lot of races, I'm sure."

"Oh, you're sure?" Carlos' eyebrows raised, "Why, does she text you a lot?"

"Only when it looks like there's a bad crash," Caco answered honestly, and he saw a flash of something in his cousin's eye that was not good.

"Did she text you after my crash?" he asked, and Caco frowned. Carlos had always been a bit of a sore loser, yes, but not a sore winner. He had Rebecca, why should he ask about Isa?

"To be fair," Caco pursed his lips slightly, "I don't think she watches Free Practice. And you were fine right away, anyway."

Carlos' nostrils flared, but he didn't respond. After a moment, he took a breath and said, "I'd better go find Rebecca."