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soukokumychildren · 2 months

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Short stories part two in comin' guys! Idk how much I've made since the last one, so here goes-

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Chuuya: I can't fuckin' hear ya! Kunikida: Well, fine, I'll come clos- Chuuya: IM TOO BUSY NOT LISTENIN' TO YA

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Tachihara: My disguise is flawless! Chuuya: Oh yeah? does not know who this guy is What does it look like? Tachihara: brandishes his signature band-aid Chuuya: Raises brow Tachihara: puts it on Chuuya: jumps like a cat HOLY SHI--TACHIHARA?! WHERE IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK DID YOU COME FRO-

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(Chuuya doesn't like people touching him)

Chuuya: choking on carrots Someone random: I know the heimlich, I know how to help! Chuuya: frantically yelps NO! dies

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Fukuzawa: All I ask is for you to hug them. Chuuya: looks frantically at Shin (I will not give them the high and mighty title of Soukoku) Y-you're kidding. Awkward chuckle. Fukuzawa: Fatherly raise-eyebrow look. Chuuya: Eheheh…eheh…oh come on… Also Chuuya: Slowly looks to Shin and specifically looks at Akutagawa Atsushi: Awkwardly raises arms Chuuya: Stumbles over, tries to raise his arms to hug them both and pulls away last second Nope. Nope. Can't do this. I'd rather vomit. I actually can't look at his face. Jogs over to where Dazai was while watching from the side-lines Dazai: Chicken. Chuuya: Oh shut up, dumbass. You would have killed them had they touched me. Hiss.

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Dazai: Wanna see a magic trick? Chuuya: takes a moment before he understands Oh shit- Atsushi: OOh, sure! Dazai: grabs Chuuya before the avian can escape Guys, c'mere!~ Chuuya: DAZAI NO-DON'T YOU DARE YOU SWORE TO ME- Kunikida, Ranpo, Kenji and Yosano: Wander over grudgingly except for Kenji Chuuya: Fuck fuck fuck fuck let me go- writhing and flapping his wings but iTS NO USE Dazai: Watch, guys. Scratches the back of Chuuya's ear Chuuya: Takes a few seconds of silence but then bursts into a ball of aggressive purring Yosano: Oh my god. Kenji: ✨ 0 ✨ Kunikida: O_O Ranpo: Trying so hard not to laugh Atsushi: QMQ W-w-wh-wha- Dazai: Tehdahh!! Chuuya: Fuck--purrr---you shitty--purrrrr--DAZAI--PURRR somehow gets away with wings flapping in his wake as he runs to the bathroom Also Chuuya: Oh my---purrr---fucking god. That shitass promis-purrr..purrr.. F u c k. I'ma revoke the keeping him alive policy, I--purr--swear to GOD-

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Chuuya: "Fuuuuuck you." Dazai: "Fuck you!" Chuuya: "Fuck me, then, coward!" Dazai: "Sure thing you needy little shit!"

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Bram: There used to be a plethora of werewolves during my time. Such things were most common.

Chuuya: …Hmmmm. I can kinda like…get you something as close to a werewolf as I can.

Bram: Please do, I'd be most grateful. It has felt like a millenia since I've last encountered such a common kind that seems so terribly uncommon in these parts.

Chuuya: Disappears, and from the distance: Yo, Atsushi!

Also Chuuya: drags Atsushi by the scruff back to Bram and throws him on the ground like a sack of potatoes Here he is. He's more of a cat though, really. But he's still got the moon shit goin' on.

Bram: This pathetic mongrel? Looks mildly disappointed

Chuuya: Yeahhh, I know. This guy sucks, but he still got the semi-werewolf going on.

Bram: Do you perhaps have anything more than this…creature?

Chuuya: Er..unfortunately….no.

Atsushi: …I have ears, you know. Still on the ground

Chuuya: Pretend you don't and let the adults keep talking.

Atsushi & Bram: …

Atsushi: Screw this. Sits up and walks away

Chuuya: grabs him by the scruff again He's just a tad stubborn. If he turns into a full tiger under the full moon, do you think that'll help?

Bram: Sigh I suppose…there's certainly only one way to find out.

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Dazai: Addressing Chuuya’s parents your son calls me daddy too ^^ Chuuya: DAZAI WHAT THE FUCK—

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C: Don't make this worse. D: Define worse-

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Chuuya: You’re bullshitting me so hard right now. Dazai: …. Chuuya: claps hands great, when do we start?

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Chuuya: a cowboy? Eh…I’m not big on riding horses. Dazai: but you’re big on riding me? Chuuya: huh? Dazai: Stupid shit eating mischievous look Chuuya: gets it oh—OH FUCK YOU—

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(Opinon: This one is shit)

Chuuya: tries making a nest Dazai: not helping Chuuya: Dazai, ya ass, come here and help! Dazai: but I’m disabledddd Chuuya: oh fuck off. We’ll see how disabled ya are when I make you carry all the shit we’re gonna get from the store. Dazai: blinks since when are we going to a store? Chuuya: since now. Get the fuck moving. 20 minutes later at a department store (I think)

Dazai: Y’know, you remind me of the stereotype I heard on the internet. Chuuya: mmmm? Dazai: where women have a knack for comfort in bed, so they have an exorbanatly large amount of pillows and blankets? Chuuya: comes close and hisses Ain’t my fault that I’m half dragon and in need of a nest! Fuck off about the subject or so help me, damnit!

….so the nest was built afterward, and Dazai served timeout in the corner for 20 minutes instead of snuggling with Chuuya in his new nest

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Chuuya: twittering Dazai: listens to him and knows he's saying something but doesn't know what Atsushi: joins on the conversation, growling and snarling to Chuuya Chuuya: twitters and whistles back Dazai, feeling jealous: You guys have a secret language now!? No fair!!

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(Part 2 kinda)

C: Starts twittering to Atsushi A: Growls back to him to start the conversation A few minutes later…. C: Gasps and comes out of animal speak "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" A: "Nuh uh!" D: Quickly comes in and grabs Chuuya before he could whack the shit out of Atsushi C: "LEMME GO!" D: "Chuuya calm down-" C: "That mother fucker is going to FEEL MY WRATH-"

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D: I'm gonna fuck you, Chuuya. C: You mean fuckin' kill me, right? D: …. :) C: You…mean fuckin' kill me….right?

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Chuuya to Dazai: Here, hold this gives him his gloves and ring Chuuya: Goes over to Clthulu HEY SQUIDDY! Clthulu: Turns around by jamming its tentacles into the earth and spinning its massive body towards Chuuya Chuuya: I hope you glued those tentacles on tight. Oh grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again. Corruption insues

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Chuuya: I identify as an asshole. Grins and puts hands on hips Dazai: And I identify as the dick. Chuuya: … Dazai: … Chuuya: Gets it OH YOU DICK- Dazai: Case in point ;D

-- That's caught up to the most recent ones! Enjoy :))

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steam-beasts · 5 months

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Oh Sheep!

December had rolled around on Sodor, and the snow was at its strongest. On the Arlesdale Railway, Diesel Junior – or "DJ" as he liked to be called – was resting in the diesel sheds at Arlesburgh West. It was early morning, but the schedules were a lot more relaxed than how they were during the autumn rush.

DJ was sitting at the very back of the shed, fast asleep and trying to keep his radiator warm. Just then, the doors slowly swung open, the chilly air sweeping in. DJ's face at the cold and opened his eyes to see Mr Fergus Duncan walking towards him.

"Good morning, DJ. Apologies for waking you" He said. DJ yawned "It's alright, Mr Duncan. Do...Do you need me to do something?" He asked tiredly. Mr Duncan hummed softly in agreement "Yes, I need you to go to Arlesdale Green to collect a left behind ballast cart. Rex forgot to bring it before going to sleep" the Small Controller explained.

DJ raised an eyebrow "Not that I'm refusing to do it, Mr Duncan. But can't one of the Blister twins do that? Or...Frank?"

Mr Duncan sighed "The Blister twins are off doing a passenger run, and Frank is away taking wool bales to market" he replied with a shrug.

"Oh, well...ok. I'll go"

Mr Duncan gently smiled, giving DJ's roof a pat "Atta boy. Off you go!" DJ lightly smiled back and watched as the Small Controller turned heel and left the shed.

Eventually, the little diesel soon set off out of the sheds and into the cold himself, wincing at the bright light after being shrouded in the dark shed.

Snow had begun to fall by the time DJ reached the Arlesburgh bridge street. He glanced at the upcoming platform to see a couple of workers shoveling away snow, and a middle aged lady. This was the Stationmaster, seemingly wanting to talk to him as she waited on the platform. DJ frowned.

"Oh no, not her!" The little diesel groaned quietly "She's always pestering me about something small and unimportant..."

He was proved to be correct as the Stationmaster took out a red flag waved him down. DJ knew he shouldn't be disrespectful despite his annoyance from her, so he slowed to a stop with a fake grin on his face, plus, she had a red flag so it was probably important... this time "Is something the matter, Mrs Stationmaster?" He asked sweetly ."Yes, you don't happen to be going towards the Marthwaite Woodland area, do you?"

"Yeah, I'm collecting a stray ballast truck down at the green. Is something wrong?" He replied nonchalantly. The Stationmaster scratched her head "Well, due to a shortage of sand, the tracks beyond the Ffarqhuarr road don't have any grit, so best be careful" she warned. DJ honked his horn in acknowledgement and continued on down the line. Once she couldn't see his face, DJ rolled his eyes "Pah, 'be careful' she said. Nonsense, the rails can't be slippy! I haven't slipped on them, neither of the twins have slipped, and neither has Frank. All that comes out of her mouth is a bunch of malarkey!" He scoffed. As he said this, a few cars on the road nearby were slipping and swerving, not dangerously of course.

By the time DJ reached the Ffarqhuarr road, the snow fall was getting heavier, and more like a blizzard. DJ had to squint a little as Farmer Willie came dawdling by with a cart packed with sheep. Willie noticed DJ and came to a brief stop "Hullo' there, DJ! You alright?"

DJ gazed up at Willie and smiled "I'm F-Fine, Farmer Willie. I'm just going up to collect a ballast truck!"

Willie hummed and nodded "Ah, ok..." he said before glancing over at his sheep. Some were asleep, some were not and simply sat in the cart...not all of them were accounted for. He then heard DJ gasp "Are those sheep?!"

Willie shook out of his small daydream "Oh, uh– yes! My boss wants me to take these little guys to the barn for winter!"

A sheep then looked over at DJ and bleated, making the diesel "Aww! Hi there!" He cooed. Farmer Willie just stared at the sheep for a solid minute before realising something "Oh yeah, uh...DJ? If you see a sheep on it's own somewhere, let me know please. It, uh... got out. It has a little bell around its neck and... it's not here..." He trailed off, staring into space.

DJ wasn't listening, he was more focused on the sheep "Look at your little faces...what were you saying, Farmer Willie?"

Farmer Willie shook his head again and scratched his head, haven partially forgotten about what he was talking about "Huh? O-Oh, erm...look out for sheep! Oh crumbs, I better get going" He muttered before driving off. DJ honked goodbye to the farmer and set off once more once the gates reopened.

DJ chuckled to himself "Hehe, sheep..."

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The Marthwaite Woods were littered with trees and bushes. The bare tree branches had icicles dangling off of them. The bushes were piled on with snow and the rails were all icy and slippery, but DJ didn't know this yet.

DJ honked his horn and took his time to look at his surroundings "Wow, the forest looks so mysterious during winter..." he commented to himself.

He then looked forward and remembered that Arlesdale Green was a few miles ahead. He smirked confidently and went faster up the steep track "Nearly there, nearly there" He panted eagerly.

However, the little baby diesel had to come to a stop as up ahead, a lone sheep stood on the line, using its nose and hoof to dig at the snow – presumably in search for grass. DJ skidded to a halt, clenching his teeth as his wheels slipped on the rails. He was still moving (at a more slower pace now), and was getting much closer to the sheep.

DJ frantically tried calling out to the sheep and honking "Out of the way! Out of the way!". The sheep just looked up and glanced at him with vacant eyes. DJ shut his eyes tight as he couldn't stop.

Why oh why didn't he listen to the Stationmaster?!

The sheep was unfazed as the engine ahead was skidding on icy rails towards it's direction.

Just then....

BUMP!

"Baa!"

DJ gasped from feeling the bump and whimpered, fearing what he may have very likely done. Cautiously, he opened one eye to survey the damage he had done, only to see a white furry face in his vision, lazily munching on a mouthful of grass. He then opened both eyes and sure enough, he wasn't dreaming – the sheep was okay. Thank goodness.

"Dizzy diesels...that was close" He sighed with relief. He kinda forgot he's not a big monsterous engine like his big brother, or else the sheep would most certainly become wooly paste.

The sheep bleated and sniffed at DJ, its ear twitching. DJ felt his (currently) non-existent heart melt as the sheep sniffed at him.

"Ooh, sorry about that, sheep. The rails are all icy! What are you doing out here anyway? Shouldn't you be..." he then gasped, thinking back to what Farmer Willie said.

"Oh! You're the sheep that got away!" He exclaimed. The sheep bleated and went back to chewing the little patch of grass it dug up. DJ paid no mind.

"Well, come on! We gotta get you home, and collect the ballast!"

The sheep didn't move, it paid no attention to DJ whatsoever.

A few minutes went by, and DJ huffed "Come on! Get going!"

The sheep remained on the line. DJ loved the sheep, don't get him wrong – but it won't MOVE for him! DJ thought decisively, then honked at the sheep. The sheep looked over at him, but went back to eating soon after.

DJ groaned "Oh I don't have all day!"

The sheep bleated and turned to face him, its ears flicking. This sheep was stubborn, stubborn like a troublesome truck. Maybe that's why they both look alike?

A good 20 minutes passed by, you'd think that the sheep would've moved off the line by now, NOPE! It was still there, but sitting down now.

"Pleeeaaase! Move...please, sheep?: DJ begged, but no avail.

Suddenly, an ear-piercing shriek ripped through the air, alerting both DJ and the sheep. The sheep bleated fearfully and looked around frantically. DJ gulped, doing the same thing.

"Hehe...i-its alright, sheep. I'm sure it's just a..."

An echoey roar was then heard somewhere in the distance as well as crunching snow, increasing DJ's worries "B-BEAR!" He yelled fearfully. He shut his eyes tightly like he did when slipping on the rails.

The sounds of crunching snow got closer and more clearer. DJ only feared the worst...until he heard the voice of a very tired Rex.

"Are you alright there, DJ?"

DJ's eyes shot open and he looked to the side to see Rex in his beast form, gazing at him softly with very tired eyes. The baby diesel's jaw dropped upon seeing him "R-Rex?! But... you're supposed to be hibernating!"

Rex chuckled "Well, I can't hibernate if I keep hearing you honk to your heart's delight. Remember, my hearing's a LOT more sensitive and sharper than it used to be..."

"Oh..." DJ blushed in embarrassment "...sorry. I didn't mean to"

"It's ok, kiddo. No hard feelings..." Rex assured him "...now that we have that cleared up, you appear to be in one baa-ad situation" the miniature engine teased, pointing at the sheep.

DJ sighed "Yep...I think its one of Farmer Willie's. He said something about one of them escaping"

"Escaping, eh? Lots of livestock escape here all the time. They should really improve the fences but then again...me, Bert and Mike can just ram through them" He chuckled. Rex then turned to face the sheep.

He made a little chittering noise at the sheep, leaning forward. The sheep turned to Rex with interest and bleated, walking off the track at last. DJ watched in amazement as Rex continued the chittering sound, leading the sheep into the foliage. It kinda reminded him of that evil snake from The Jungle Book, except Rex isn't evil of course!

"Wow..." he whispered. DJ soon resumed to his task; collect the ballast.

He oiled through the forest, much more carefully that time.

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DJ had managed to make it to the Green and was making his way back to Arlesburgh West. Along the way, he saw Rex trotting along the tracks, still looking rather sleepy. He honked "hello" to the older engine, who whistled back "Did you get the sheep home, Rex?"

"Of course! It's not like I ate it, hehe!" Rex chuffed cheekily.

"Yeah, anyway...how did you hear me all the way from the sheds in the first place?" The miniature 08 diesel asked, feeling rather curious.

"I wasn't sleepin' at the sheds, I was sleepin' in a nearby cave around here! That's how I heard you!" He laughed tiredly. DJ giggled as well, then looked over at the ballast truck "Hey, Rex? Did you know you forgot to bring a ballast truck back to the station?"

Rex frowned and raised an eyebrow. He then glanced at the truck behind the small diesel and gasped with understanding "Oh! Fire and smoke, I forgot about that one!" He groaned.

"It's alright, Rex. It's easy to forget things" DJ assured him. The small green engine smiled warmly, then walked in front of the diesel, blocking his way.

"Rex?"

Rex said nothing and gave DJ's forehead a lick, probably his own way of 'kissing' him goodnight. DJ's eyes went wide, but he grinned nonetheless as Rex chirped happily before setting off into the woods "Have a good hibernation, Rex!" He called out.

As soon as Rex left, DJ oiled away with the ballast truck. Back to Arlesburgh West he goes.

Until Spring...

#thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #monster engines #ttte rex #ttte oc #ttte dj #ttte mr duncan #ttte frank #ttte blister twins #short story

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wlofallon · 3 months

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Turning my DJ Story Telling into a book.

So I am going to be writing down all the stories I told from my DJ sets. Write them as they are told. Then going to edit those and make them into a book. I have sooooo many sets to go through and listen. It will be an interesting project. Perhaps it will make people more interested in hearing me live, maybe it will get more listeners for my radio station. IDK...I just need to publish something and I think these stories will be my best bet. I have hundreds of them. So it will make a good book.

Not Sure what I should title it. It will be an interesting collection of stories for people to read. I'm sure. I wish I was better at writing them down. I need to find a program that takes my voice and puts it on the page. Perhaps, then I'll write my books faster. haha.

I have 417 SHOWS unpublished because I am not a PRO member anymore. I think majority of them have stories I've told in them. So this is going to take a minute. I have two new stories posted I told yesturday, all the stories are told by prompted song titles and to make it easier on myself...I started to tell them at the end instead of trying to tell the story as the sets progressed (which was how I did it when i began telling the stories).

#short story #book #The Rogue DJ #dark star radio #music #DJing #writer #writers on tumblr #creative writing #story telling

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l0kiabsinthe · 3 months

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You can not curb my enthusiasm!!! I am on the charts baby! 5th & 7th place out of 100!!! Woooooooooo!

Yes, I am on TikTok...in towels! 😂 please feel free to follow me there:

#I'm up #freshly showered #happy go lucky #mixcloud charts #comedy #aggrotech #symphonic metal #music charts #dj set ranking #happy #dark star radio #the rogue dj #song title prompted story #story tellling #short story #entertainer

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fruitxbat · 10 months

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#audio #natalie lain #ok so no one asked but long story on this #basically natalie lain was a minuscule alt musician kind of semi local to my area back in 2016 #but in recent years became a psychedelic dj of sorts and you can find her on spotify if that's your thing #BUT. because of this drastic change in musical direction she decided to DELETE the ep this song is on from her spotify not too long ago #like she just completely erased her emo roots right? Ig she was embarrassed by it or something idk. and like I get it. I do.#But I was DEVASTATED when I realized she did this!!!!! I unironically love this ep! like these songs were on carefully curated playlists #that i use for story arch daydreaming and she just fucking! deleted them !!#and she's suuuch a small artist like these songs weren't posted anywhere by anyone other than her and she covered her tracks well #like these songs weren't available online anywhere #HOWEVER. my dear sister (bless her soul) had gone out to a local gig back in 2016 where this chick was selling her ep on cd #and bought one with what she had (like 2 dollars)#SO anyway long story short my sister gave the cd to me recently bc I'd been meaning to get the tracks ripped onto my computer #so I thought it'd be cool to post some of them lol.#this is exclusive content yall!!!#anyway. this is very emo vampire romance demolition lovers core and it BOPS.#originalpost

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apinchofm · 3 months

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the grucy hang the dj au no one asked for ✨

#bridgerton #bridgerton fic #fic writing #gregory x lucy #soulmates au #gregory bridgerton #lucy abernathy #hang the dj #short story #rated: e

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dj-of-the-coven · 2 years

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Lost My Fear of Falling

The other day, @purplelea14 sent me a cool fic they wrote and it made me so happy that I went insane and stayed up a whole night to write something in return. Here are ~2,800 words of my finest BeatNeku fluff, fueled by pure, concentrated gay yearning. Whatever the yearning equivalent of essential oil is, this is it. Don’t drink essential oils if you don’t want to die and likewise don’t read this fic if you can’t handle yearning so unbelievably, insufferably drawn out for a one-shot that it’d make a tiktok junkie have a heart attack. Fic under the cut.

Neku was never meant to see this much of him.

He hadn’t thought that letting Neku in would mean splitting himself in half---that falling for somebody was just as much about being caught as it was feeling the plummet. Under the magnifying glass of Neku’s eyes, his heart cracked open like a geode, raw, jagged, and red, and with every cut he’d received from trying to claw it shut, Neku had just taken his arms and wiped away the blood, murmuring soft reassurances in his ears the whole time.

“Nothing you do could ever make you a burden to us,” Neku told him, nuzzling his face so gently into Beat’s neck, and the words themselves felt taboo; he was almost loathe to hear them for how much they made his chest tight with things too shameful to put a name to. “Not to Rhyme, not to the Twisters, and not to me.”

The fall was what was supposed to be scary, he thought. He was supposed to be afraid of the height ahead of him that was threatening to break his bones, but he found he couldn’t care less about his body’s survival, in the end. All he could think about was how he was bare for the first time in his life, even when he was standing at the edge of a cliff.

He tipped over the edge in slow motion.

It wasn’t falling that scared him.

Beat fell through movie dates and late night conversations, through in-jokes and shared playlists and hot bowls of ramen on cold, rainy nights. Neku was a beautiful person to fall for, he couldn’t help but think---his hair was smooth as water to card through, and his skin was soft as silk to the touch. Neku’s blue, blue eyes were like jewels, but more precious, and his heart was something so unbelievably warm and delicate to hold.

Being gifted it was the hardest thing he’d ever had to come to terms with. Beat didn’t trust himself not to break it in his clumsy fingers, but Neku believed in him like a tree believed in rain: the fact of the matter was that he couldn’t have gotten this far if Beat didn’t already do what he was needed for. Or so Neku told him while they were lying together under thick winter blankets, moving slowly closer to each other, reaching across oceans of fabric and fluffy pajamas to feel the heat of the other’s skin on the palm of their hands. When Beat slid his fingers under Neku’s shirt, inching up his spine with just the pads trailing over each vertebra, on a whim he pressed his hand flat against Neku’s back. And that was the first time he felt the rhythm of his soul, his heart, beating against him.

It just... made him break.

The first tears fell from his eyes before he could stop them, and Neku made a concerned sound, a small, meek thing, that had them falling even faster. Neku panicked, but Beat just pulled him in, shoving his face in the heat-soaked fleece of his sleeping shirt as he let the tears come, wave after wave, trembling against him until he had nothing left to give.

Neku whispered to him through all of it.

“Beat, you’re not going to break me,” he insisted, holding him through the sobs with a steady hand. “I don’t know who made you so scared that you would. But I’m telling you; I’m not afraid. You’ve never been anything but gentle.”

And truthfully, he wasn’t just scared of hurting Neku; He was terrified by the prospect, practically heart-stricken with a sick, roiling nausea if he even thought about it. But Neku’s words of comfort were powerful, and he had a hard time giving into the dark thoughts with a light so brilliant embracing him from every side.

He still didn’t understand why Neku was letting him have access to the parts of him that were breakable in the first place---why he was allowed to weave his arms around his thin, fragile body and touch him so indulgently, so reverently that it had them both quivering by the mark of a few minutes. There was even a time that he’d had Neku panting against his neck, when Beat had been overwhelmed by the soft kisses that they’d been exchanging in the lamplight, and he’d had to rest himself against Neku in a bid not to swoon, all boneless and happy and utterly, completely in love. Nobody ever told him that love would make him so hungry, that even when he was shivering and oversensitive that all he would want was to put his lips back on Neku’s and hear him whimper Beat’s name, again and again and again.

He didn’t understand why he was allowed it, but losing it now that he had it would be devastating. Beat didn’t think he could have the memory of Neku’s kiss and not be able to repeat it at the nearest possible convenience, whether that be in an alleyway or a phone booth or against the graffiti-lined walls of Udagawa. Restraint just wasn’t something Beat had much of to spare, and he imagined the fallout would tear him apart, being so close to something he wanted that he was never allowed to have again. He’d drive himself insane with the sheer desire to make Neku’s heart beat faster under his palm.

So, if vulnerability was painful and love was terrifying, you’d think that falling in love was the scariest thing someone could come up with---you had to be vulnerable in order to fall, and falling inevitably meant landing somewhere. It was impossible not to encounter pain during the process.

But, from what Beat could tell, the pain was less like broken knuckles and battered shins, and more like a bearable, dull throb in the back of his head that was only felt when something happened to remind him of the injury. The pain of love was knowing that he could never take away everything that would hurt Neku; that no matter what he did, the lingering touch of Shinjuku would always have its cold, dead fingers in Neku’s relationships with others. Beat couldn’t stop him from ever having nightmares again, but he could hold him through them, and that, Neku always said, was more than enough.

Love was painful because it was so fundamentally vulnerable to bear his whole being to someone else, and to be expected to handle that responsibility in return. Except, the vulnerability came with something Beat never could’ve imagined before he’d stripped himself of all pretenses: it came with the possibility of someone taking the softest parts of him and immersing them in bliss, in comfy sweaters and cups of green tea while they watched a movie, in the sweetest, shiest kisses to ask that he be safe on his morning skate around the block. And it was the easiest thing in the world to look at Neku’s insecurities---his low weight, his utter lack of muscle definition, his gap of knowledge in three whole years of world events---and love him for them all the more.

There was something that felt profound in Beat making Neku blush by putting his hands all the way around his waist. If he were more like his sister, he’d come up with an adage by someone properly academic about rose-tinted glasses, but because he was Beat and not Rhyme, the only thing he could think to say was that there was nothing Neku could be that Beat wouldn’t find endearing in some way. He was skinny as hell, and not a damn thing in the world could stop Beat’s heart from rabbiting in his chest when he saw him. Neku was a skeleton of a man and Beat was a very lovesick werewolf.

When you come to have a relationship like that with somebody, Beat thought it was pretty inevitable to sync, even outside of the UG. And the thing that pushed them over the edge---all it took to trigger the thing he’d been so afraid of---was for them to be on a walk together late at night, when it was raining hard enough to rattle the overhangs of every shop they passed.

They’d been under the same umbrella, just observing the sights, when Neku, shivering up a storm, suddenly suggested that they stop inside the Hachiko Plaza phone booth just for long enough that he could warm up a little. Beat, worried that Neku might be on the track to catching a cold, had ushered him inside and quickly taken Neku into his arms, wrapping his hoodie around his sides so they could share Beat’s body heat.

Neku’s arms snaked around him underneath the jacket, holding him gently, softly, like it was Beat who was the one with practically hollow bones that were in danger of being snapped by an overzealous hug. Still, it had his heart thumping, and pressed so close to Neku, Beat could feel his doing the same.

“Mm. You’re warm,” Neku murmured against him, sighing into his chest and snuggling a little closer. “This is so nice that I could just kiss you right now.”

Fighting the urge to beg, Beat coughed out a stiff “Can I, yo?”

Neku just laughed, and then their lips were meeting, Beat’s heart erupting into an erratic pulse despite the slow, soothing care with which Neku gently sucked Beat’s lower lip into his mouth.

And suddenly their hearts were in perfect tune.

He tried to draw away, but it was too late---the sync activated, soaking the both of them in a golden pulse of light, and Beat could feel Neku’s emotions slot perfectly alongside his own, their bodies almost merging together entirely for one split second before spitting them back out again.

It was one of the singular most intense moments of his existence. For a second, he could feel Neku feeling him, their minds looping together in an infinite feedback of I love him, I love him, I love him.

There. That was the thing Beat had been so scared to experience, the joining of their hearts together, where Neku would be able to see every last bit of him that he hadn’t yet laid out for him to look at. Where he could be disgusted by Beat’s complete lack of a functioning brain or any higher thought mechanisms, look at the ugly pieces of Beat that harbored jealousy for Rhyme and his hopeless, chaotic despair over what he’d done to her over the course of his life, letting her die without being smart enough to fix it, and watching it happen again.

Neku must’ve seen all of it, the way he’d seen what Neku considered to be his own worst moments flashing through his mind with the same lightning speed he’d gone through everything else in his partner’s head: Neku almost killing Shiki, Neku refusing to be friendly with Beat and Rhyme when they’d first met, Neku going through endless running cycles of hating Joshua and tolerating him and being scared shitless by the thought of him being his murderer. The moments just kept piling up, showing every time Neku hadn’t reached out to Beat when he was a reaper, every time he made a move that put Shiki’s life in danger, every moment standing alone in a dead city that he regretted not telling his friends how much they meant to him.

He came to the sickening realization that Neku hated himself the same way that Beat hated himself.

But when Beat looked at it all, he couldn’t see any of those as things that made him a bad person---when he’d made most of those mistakes, he was just a kid. Beat couldn’t look at fifteen-year-old Neku with the same lens he would look at the calm, soft-spoken adult Neku he was holding in his arms, because making any kind of comparison between the two would be disingenuous. Everybody went through a learning curve in their teen years, even if Neku’s was more volatile than most. And besides all that, Neku was so much more than a few dumb things he’d done as a teenager. Neku was... he was the best thing to ever happen to Beat.

He hoped that Neku knew that, if his whole tripping-over-himself-in-love thing hadn’t quite been made clear yet.

Luckily, there was still an abundance of good things that Neku had poured into Beat’s mind as well. There were hangouts with the Twisters and coffee shop visits with Shiki, visions of gorgeous city skylines and the best curry in the world at a little shop in Dogenzaka.

Just before Beat’s stomach was about to drop in horror, not seeing anything of himself in there, he suddenly flushed scarlet when his head was inundated with just about everything they’d ever done together after making it to the RG: growing close over the course of months, sleeping over at each other’s places, Beat inviting Neku to stay with him, eventually moving into the same room when they became a couple. There was day after day after day of them waking up together and falling asleep together, holding hands out on the town, showing each other stupid things on their phones, and of course, a billion stolen kisses that he was surprised Neku could remember the context of.

It was a lot.

But it looked like Neku was having it a lot worse.

When Beat looked down to meet his eyes, Neku was shaking, blinking like he was trying desperately not to cry.

“How long?” Neku said, and Beat could only tighten his fists.

“I always been stupid, yo. It ain’t dat new.”

Appalled, Neku shook his head, a small, frustrated growl coming from the back of his throat. “No, Beat. How long have you thought---thought that I would hate you, if this happened?”

That had to be a rhetorical question. Neku knew from syncing that Beat had been afraid of this possibility since they got together, knowing it was only a matter of time before his feelings grew too large to keep contained in his body, or even in this plane of reality.

Before Beat could say anything, a fist without any force behind it came down on Beat’s chest. “Beat, you stupid asshole,” he mumbled. “I love you. You know that means I understand you aren’t perfect, right?”

“I... I know I ain’t all I crack myself up ta be.”

“That’s not what that means. Beat, it means I know you make mistakes sometimes.”

Neku brought up a hand and started counting off with his fingers.

“You’re stubborn, you’re hotheaded, you’re clumsy, most complicated vocabulary goes right over your head, and you have such abysmal self esteem it makes me want to put you in a glass jar and shake you around until you’re dizzy.”

Beat blinked.

“This supposed to make me feel better, yo?”

“Shut up. What I’m trying to say is that I know all of that---but Beat, I’m still in love with you. Desperately,” he said, and he pretend-hit Beat again, this time even weaker. “It’s not fair for you to love me so,” he swallowed, “so much and not let me love you back. You’re such a dick.”

And that was when it occurred to him. Really, the answer had been so simple this whole time.

Beat realized that there was no starting point or ending point to falling in love. He’d already been some measure of gone for Neku before he’d ever shown the cracks in his armor, and if he was already in love, then really, he had no point at which he could distinguish a stop in the fall.

He was still falling, all the time, every day, every kiss, deeper and deeper with no end in sight. It was terrifying and exhilarating and wonderful all at once---and it was worth it. Because it was Neku he was falling with, holding his hand in the sky as they tumbled past clouds and never-ending skyscrapers.

“Ya love me,” Beat sighed, a dreamy smile finding its way to his face. “Neku. He loves me.”

“Of course I do,” he grumbled.

“An’ I love you too,” Beat whispered, like a promise, grabbing Neku’s hand and bringing it to his lips to give his palm a soft, lingering kiss.

The blush that spread across his partner’s face was the kind of thing they wrote poetry about. He was so beautiful, his red hair still shimmering with rainy mist, one arm buried in Beat’s jacket because he was cold and his first instinct when that happened was to come to Beat for warmth.

“...Even though you stole my last clean shirt dis mornin’,” Beat joked, and Neku made a show of rolling his eyes before leaning in to kiss him properly.

#dj's fics #beatneku #daisukenojo bito #neku sakuraba #one-shot #don't be fooled by the shortness of the story I literally sat down and wrote this from 10 pm to 6 am #just in case any of y'all were feeling bad about being slow writers #you're nothing compared to me #twewy #ntwewy

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topoet · 10 months

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Afrobeat JuJu

This a recent mp3 compilation of funky jazzy world music filed under ’n’ for Newen Afrobeat: the group was founded in 2009 by the Chilean composer and singer Nicholás Urbina (The word Newén means ‘strength’ in the Mapuche language). Newen (2014), Plays Fela (2017), Churiche (2019). Afro-Chile! Yes, a dynamic blend of the percussion push of both continents. Some singing in Mapuche – longish…

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#am writing #Angola #DJ X-Trio #Gabon #music #Newen Afrobeat #Oliver N’Goma #Oneness of JuJu #Ontario #photographs #review #short story #The Philly Sound #Toronto

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brella-boi · 2 years

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Connection - Short Story

A soft introduction to two aliens and their dragon inhabiting Earth after a war in homeworld. It takes them a lot to confide in each other and spill their secrets. And especially to participate in their culture's old traditions of Soul Touch that one has never experienced before.

Words: ~4000

Tags: DJ, Finnick, Zaphix, comfort, mentor, war mention, death mention, cultural differences, bonding, feel good story.

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#i have worked so hard to write this story and connected all the dots and create unique cultural things so!!! i hope yall enjoy it!!!#i love alien worldbuilding #aliens #xenobiology #writing #short story #myart #dj #finnick #zaphix #it took me a month to draw this lmao i was not motivated but i still really want to share the story so!!#jaywrites

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the more things getting revealed about rindou the more i love him …

#ahhhh i’m so glad wakui thought deeply about his characters #even tho many of them are just side characters #he gave them distinct and unique personalities #as a writer my heart is soaring #the character info book is literally like a reference guide for me #even though it’s like bits and pieces and little short stories #it does help me get a better idea of their character #thank u sm wakui ily muah #ok now that that’s out of the way RINDOU MY LOVE ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥#i love him sm i can’t even understand it #NUMBER 2 BEST BOYFRIEND HEHFNEJN🥹🥹🥹🫶🏼#he’s mine #mine mine mine #he likes dj-ing and muscle training ….#my darling babe <33 #being 2nd worst at being vicious 🥹🥹🥹#he’s so cute … just a littol softie deep down #taking care of his big bro 🥹🥹🥹#i love him sm 😞😞

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lifestylestv · 2 years

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#youtube #shorts #instagram #hiphop #black lives matter #facebook #rapmusic #tiktok #world news #kanye west #drink champs #dj efn #atlanta #meek mill #p diddy #nore #2022 #viral stories #viralvideos

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tsbkd · 1 year

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Butterfly 🦋 and beauty

#neural network #butterfly #চুমকি চলেছে একা পথে । lungi dance chennai express । remix mix song । dj মুন্নি । projapoti music hd https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kznb6rg #art journal #short story #shorts

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brella-boi · 2 years

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Light in the Dark

Words: 700 Tags: Finnick, DJ, PTSD Summary: Dealing with flashbacks in the middle of the night.

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#aliens #alie story #ptsd #writing #short story #fanfic #myart #finnick #dj #jaywrites

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chris-slut · 2 months

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OR NAH

pairing; dom!matt x sub!reader

summary; you’ve been needy all night. matt’s been on the game all day and it’s pissing you off. all you want is for him to eat you out— so you do everything to get his attention.

! reader x 3rd person p.o.v !

!warnings!; SMUT, oral (fem!receiving), pet names (good girl, ma, baby, pretty girl, slut), no p in v, praising, daddy kink?

authors note; writing this instead of doing what i need to do. 😭 also, i’m not using “y/n” so every story will have a made up name! also— does anyone wanna be tagged?

THE WAY matt’s fingers move around on his controller and gripped onto the desk every time he died fucking killed me. i would do absolutely anything to have those fingers inside of me right now.

i move around in the bed, trying to grind against everything while his veiny fingers move around. of course his teasing ass wears no shirt so every time he gets mad his slutty back muscles tense up.

i feel myself get wetter and wetter every time he curses out, picturing his head between my thighs while my hand is roaming around his hair. god i can’t focus on anything else.

* 3RD PERSON *

MATT’S HANDS roam around on his controller, slamming his hands against the desk every time he dies. he peaks over to look at his girlfriend, naomi, noticing her lips swollen from biting them. he smirks to himself as he watches her from the dark part of his screen.

she stares at his fingers, imaging the dirtiest shit she could ever thing of. his hand wrapped around her throat, his fingers inside her, his lips wrapped around her clit. fuck she feels like a slut thinking of this but she can’t help it. it’s been weeks since she’s had her boyfriends head between her thighs.

“baby, you okay?” matt smirks as he looks over at the girl, her biting her lip and nodding. he shakes his head at her and turns his chair so his gaze is going from his game to her eyes, “words ma,” matt teases as she bites her lip once more. “mhm!” naomi mumbles out.

matt’s eyes shift down to where she’s sitting, noticing the wet spot on his bed she’s trying to cover. he presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, getting up from his chair. naomi’s eyes widen as she see’s matt inch closer.

“what- what are you doing matt-“ naomi mutters out as matt climbs on top of her, placing gentle kissing down her jawline to the middle of her throat. the girls breathe hitches as he gets closer to her lips. he places a teasing kiss to the corner of my mouth— then the other side— and then right above her top lip.

matt leans away from her, noticing the cherry color now plastered on her cheeks. “stop teasing matt— please,” naomi begs as she looks at him through her eyebrows. that’s matt’s only weakness which causes him to dip his head down and place a hard kiss against her lips, his hands coming up to wrap around her throat perfectly.

“want your tongue in me so bad matty— all i want!” naomi pants out, breaking away from the kiss as matt’s hands leave her throat— a slight bruise replacing it. “you want me to eat you out? you wanna be my little slut huh?” matt growls out and she bites her lip, nodding quickly as many times as she can.

“can you be a good girl and stay quiet for me, you think that’s possible pretty girl?” matt tells her as he places sloppy kisses down to the line of her shorts, leaving a little hickey just above her waist line. “mhm— yes daddy,” naomi moans out which causes matt to let out a small groan. “fuck baby,” matt replies to her.

he removes her shorts with his teeth, sliding her panties off while at it. naomi whimpers as the cold air hits her clit, matt smirking at the noise. “what did i say? keep fucking quiet.” he tells her as he places wet sloppy kisses down the insides of her thighs.

naomi’s hands quickly reach and fall into matt’s brown hair, him letting her grab and do whatever she wants with it knowing she’ll do it anyway. matt grabs her legs and places them on her shoulder. “gonna eat you out,” he whispers as he places a kiss right on her clit.

a whimper passses her mouth from the teasing manner, wanting more and more. he swipes his tongue up her folds and down once, taking in all the juice’s she let out from watching his hands move around while playing his game. he rubs her thighs up and down as he places another wet kiss right onto her clit, practically making out with it. her hips buck as she grinds against his face— him nuzzling his mouth into it more.

“s-shit, DADDY!” she moans out as he sticks his tongue into her, grabbing her ass enough to leave a handprint. he flicks it up and down as fast as he can, sending her straight to heaven. “so good for me baby, look at you,” matt tells her as she bites her lips, trying her hardest to suppress her moans and whimpers.

matt’s stub on his face rubs against her thighs and pussy, making her let out a louder moan then necessary. “what did i fucking say? stay quiet you slut,” matt tells her as his hand shoots up and slams over her mouth to keep her as quiet as he can. which doesn’t work that well.

as he sucks on her, naomi’s legs begin to shake, signaling she’s close to cumming. matt takes note of this as he fastens his pace, eating her out like his life depends on it. he moves his head to stimulate her with the stub on his face— knowing the littlest shit sends her over the roof. “fuck daddy- so close. let me cum please!” naomi groans out as matt nods against her clit, letting her know she can cum. “cum baby, you’ve been such a good girl for me,” he tells her which makes her slowly release on his tongue— a little getting on his face as well.

naomi’s legs begin to calm down as she lets her juices squirt onto matt, him swallowing everything that comes out and licking his face clean. “such a good girl, took my tongue so well,” matt praises as he places one last kiss on her cheek. “go get cleaned up, i’ll be in bed soon okay?” he tells her, the quietest “okay” coming from her lips.

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chrissturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nathan doe #smut #nathan doe smut #Spotify

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soukokumychildren · 1 month

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Is the background behind your profile pic related to your AU?

Also it is amazing, and super detailed! Has to be one of my favorite pieces of your art! :)

It is! In this scene Chuuya intends to tease and joke around with Dazai before he sets him free, since they're both in the ADA. While yes, Dazai could have broken out any time, he wished to be saved by his pRiNcE cHaRmInG once again (y'know, since everyone remembers that one scene in dead apple as such, lol). And since Dazai's hunch proves correct for whatever records he was looking for in the con storage room (going based off memory here) he steals it and they go back undetected. If you wanna see the image its here: Dj's art

#ask #short explanation #short story (?)#dj writes #bsd #bungo stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #soukoku #bungou stray dogs #au #dazai x chuuya #skk au #skk

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JUST A BET

c.sturniolo (with matt sturniolo)

includes: strong language, cursing, pet names, angst, smut (not a lot, sorry), oral!female

short summary: finding out that you were just a bet for chris so matt helps you make him jealous. later on matt wanted more because turns out he always liked you.

authors note: the reader in this story is kinda messy and a slut but who wouldn’t be a slut for chris and matt?? have fun reading

As I was walking around the huge gathering at the triplets house filled with people i haven’t seen in my entire life, I was searching for Chris. It’s been almost six months since we were dating. I saw him next to the table with a group of guys and they were laughing a lot, i was interested to hear what they were laughing about, i got through a few people so I would be closer to the table and my heart dropped when i heard Chris and some of his friends mention my name plenty of times.

“So she was just a bet?”.

“Yeah.”

“Man, you’re heartless”, his friend said while laughing.

I didn’t want them to see me so I walked away as fast as I could, i felt sick to my stomach and I felt my eyes being filled with tears. I actually bumped into Matt cuz I wasn’t looking where I was going.

“Sorry Matt”.

“It’s okay - wait. Why are you crying? Is everything okay?”.

“No.”

“Who do I need to punch?”, Matt said jokingly.

“Punching your brother would be good”.

Matt seemed confused, he looked to where Chris was and then back at me again.

“What happened if you don’t mind me asking?.”

“Oh you know, found out I was just a silly bet for your brother Chris.”

I saw that Matt was tempted, he clenched his jaw.

“I don’t wanna be here anyways so I’m gonna go.” I tried walking away.

“Hey, hold up”, he softly grabbed me by the arm bringing me closer to him.

“What if we make him jealous? Give him his own taste of medicine?”.

There was a moment of silence but our eyes spoke for the words so I nodded my head.

“Good, come here”, Matt grabbed my hand and lead me closer to the DJ booth, leaning me against the wall where Chris could see both of us perfectly. Our faces were close. very close. I could feel both of our hearts beating fast and I caught Matts breathing getting heavier.

“Nervous?”, I whispered.

“Yeah”, he replied.

I slowly grabbed his hand and placed it on my chest so he could feel my heart beating.

“Me too”, I whispered.

Matt softly smiled at me in reply, he moved his face closer to mine.

“I always thought why you’re with him.”, he lowly spoke, whispering in my ear as his hands were slowly moving around my body.

“What do you mean?”, I tried playing clueless while I was actually going insane. His touch drove me crazy and I didn’t know how was he having this effect on me.

“Matt… What are you doing?”.

“Something I should have done a long time ago”., and with those words he leaned in to kiss me, hungrily. I melted into the kiss immediately, kissing him back with the need that he needed. I didn’t care if people were watching us, I was too lost in this moment with Matt.

The kiss kept getting deeper every second, our tongues were swirling together in motion, I felt him groan into the kiss as he pulled me closer to him.

“What the fuck are you doing?”, a familiar voice echoed our ears. We pulled away from each other to see Chris standing in front of us.

“I don’t know. You might wanna explain yourself”, Matt replied.

“What the fuck are you doing? Making out with my girl in front of everyone.”.

“Your girl? I recall you calling her a bet in front of your friends and laughing it off”, Matt sounded pissed of, he walked closer to Chris. Both of their faces were filled with anger.

“Shut the fuck up. You don’t know anything”, Chris yelled.

He looked at my direction and came closer to me, grabbing my arms but I pushed them away.

“Baby, what are you doing? You know it’s not true”.

“Why are you lying to my face.”

“You seriously cannot tell me that you believe him?”, Chris sounded disgusted.

“I don’t need to believe him, because I overheard the entire conversation.”

Chris stood in disbelief, not wanting to loose me he tried to comfort me but I didn’t listen to him.

“Stop with this bullshit. We’re done”.

Chris froze in shock, everyone was laughing, gasping and some even filmed this entire chaos.

“No we’re not”, Chris grabbed my hand aggressively.

“Who the fuck are you to tell me what can I do?”, I threw his arm off of mine.

Matt was still there, his eyes were on me the entire time. I walked up to him and grabbed his arm, walking him out of the living room, upstairs.

As we entered his room Matt closed the door behind us and locked it.

“Well that was… interesting ”, I whispered while giggling.

“Yeah. But you handled it well”, Matt teased.

“Thank you, Matt. For everything”.

He stood in silence but he kept staring at me. He gave me that up and down look which I definitely noticed.

“Matt. What’s racing through your mind?”, I whispered lowly. I knew the answer. I just wanted to tease him. Not even a minute later his lips were smashed on mine and this kiss was way more intense than the other one. It was more needy, more sloppy.

He slowly began to take off my shirt and I took off his. His eyes were starting down at my chest which formed a smirk on my lips, i needed this more than ever. He slowly pushed me onto the bed getting on top of me.

“Are you sure about this?”, Matt whispered.

“Mhm”, I whispered lowly.

Matt smirked as he leaned in to kiss my neck as his hands went down to unzip my pants. He slowly inserted his fingers under my panties as he looked up at me.

“You’re soaking wet”, he whispered.

I didn’t say anything, I just watched him go lower, spreading my legs and him burying his head between my legs. He slowly pulled the thong away, teasing me with his tongue on my soaking wet cunt.

“Matt”, I whined desperately.

“Shhh. Patience, sweetheart”.

With those words he gently licked my folds making me throw my head back as my nails digged into his hair, he let out a low groan fastening the peace with his tongue. I swear I could feel my climax build up already but I held it in on purpose.

“Why are you holding?”, Matt looked up at me.

“I wanna feel more”, I breathed out.

“Hmmm…. Like this?”, Matt spoke with the most innocent voice teasingly as he shoved his fingers inside me, making me moan loudly. He was enjoying the view too much. He watched me be an absolute fool for him, my back was arching, moans were getting louder as his fingers quickened the peace.

“You’re so good for me”, Matt teased me.

He continued to finger me roughly which made me start whining and throwing my head back, felt my eyes going all the way back to my skull. He leaned in to kiss me hungrily as his fingers were still inside me, I felt my climax as I couldn’t hold it in anymore longer, soon his fingers were covered in my juices. I breathed and sighed out loudly as he laid next to me, smirking and kissing my neck.

“You did so good sweetheart”.

After a few moments of silence Matt spoke:

“Just so you know, this was definitely not a bet”.

I laughed as I threw a pillow to Matt’s face as both of us started giggling and cuddling for the rest of the night.

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guess who’s alive???? so guys idk how long it’s been but im just so unmotivated to do anything and i lost my writing skills so bare with this please. i miss you all and love you all. thank you.

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