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chrisevansonly · 2 months

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Lando’s Girls

lando norris x female reader

summary: there is no one lando loves more than you and his little baby girl

warnings: none very cute and soft lando

a/n: hi hi i’m a slob at writing i know but hopefully getting back into it more frequently this is meh but enjoy 😭

The sun was out in Monaco, the warm breeze filtering through the balconies that overlooked the harbour, the waves rolling into the many yachts that lined the docks. But up here, all the way up on the top floor of the building, sat Lando with his little baby girl Eloise Norris, all 8 months of her, looking up happily at her dad.

“oh you’re smiling at me huh? my cheeky girl”

Eloise flailed her arms as she hit her stomach lightly, letting out little babbles, Lando wishing he could hear these sounds for the rest of his life.

“i think you like the sun hmm? finally some nice weather?”

Lando had let you get some extra sleep after being up through the night with her, she’d been fighting off a cold and finally seemed to be turning the corner to getting back to her normal self.

You’d wandered downstairs in search of the two of them, furrowing your brows when they weren’t in the living room or playroom, but the sound of more giggles caught your attention and you made your way to the screen door.

“well there are my two favourite people!”

At the sound of your voice Eloise smiled even wider, Lando gently picking her up so she could stand, holding her sides so she wouldn’t wobble or fall.

“aren’t you the cutest little bug! did daddy dress you?”

Lando smiled

“say yes, my daddy dressed me, he does it the best!”

“Lan!”

Smacking him on the shoulder he laughed, before tilting his head back so you could lean down and kiss him, only then sitting next to them and kissing your little girls cheeks.

“daddy is being mean to mummy huh angel?”

Eloise smiled still, babbling away as she reached for you, your arms pulling her to your chest, before you leaned back into Lando, relaxing against him.

“i am doing no such thing…”

“oh sure you aren’t”

A quiet fell over the two of you, traffic noises beginning to fill the space as the city woke up more and more, Eloise’s eyes fluttering shut as she fell asleep against you.

“no better place in the world than right here, with my girls”

“lando’s girls hmm?”

Pressing a few kisses to your neck he hummed in response, every second he got to spend at home with the two of you, he never ever took for granted. The race season was long and hard, even more so being away from you and little norris too.

“thank you for this morning love..”

“you don’t have to thank me, i just wanted you to get your sleep”

Smiling you leaned further into him, the sun warm on your skin, a feeling after a few days of rain you missed.

“I love you”

Lando smiled as your eyes fluttered shut, his arms tightening around the two of you

“I love you to my angels…”

As you fell asleep along with your daughter, Lando couldn’t help but admire you both. Taking a few photos to save for himself, one that would turn into his lock screen a few hours later. He would do anything for his girls, be the best husband and father he could be, keep you both smiling and happy, and going above and beyond to keep you two safe and protected.

Even being the world’s best pillow for nap times, because let’s face it…he was a pretty comfy one.

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ashonheavenscloud · 2 years

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Beautiful || Bang Chan

Beautiful || Bang Chan for kinktober

🔞CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT! MINORS DNI!🔞

warnings: dom!chan/sub!fem!reader, praise, breast play, teasing, mirror kink, fingering, back-to-chest, ice play!!

word count: 3.2K

🎧: beautiful - hyunjin’s unreleased song that i am DESPERATE to be released😩

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Your apartment had never been as beautiful as it was tonight.

Candles flickered from their place on table tops, the coffee table, and one even hung from the ceiling in a glass jar, held up by a metal hook. The stand up mirror in the corner of the living room had been strung with fairy lights, and the curtains had been drawn shut. You’d dimmed the lights, set the table with a pretty green tablecloth and even brought out the seasoned wine you’d been waiting on for a while now, waiting for the right occasion. Beside each glass stood cups of ice cold water and sprigs of mint and lemon- you were pulling all the stops out tonight.

And Chan, your fiance, coming home from his business trip after nearly three weeks away from home, seemed celebration enough.

Your heart was in your throat, nerves dancing like a swarm of butterflies in your chest. There wasn’t a word to explain how much you’d missed him. He filled your life in every aspect- his touch, his words, his smile- and you couldn’t believe you’d lasted almost a full month without his presence beside you. Phone calls and video chats had been as frequent as possible, but they weren’t at all the same as him actually being here.

But tonight, you wouldn’t be seeing him through a screen and hearing his voice through a speaker. He’d be back home, back to you, in… you checked your phone for the time: 8:24 pm.

Any minute now.

He’d called half an hour ago to let you know that his flight had landed safely and he would catch a taxi home. You’d immediately set to work, prepping food to go in the oven later, decorating the place, and making sure you were wearing one of his oversized shirts. You knew he loved when you wore his clothes.

Your plan for the night was relatively simple- a nice meal of chicken stir-fry and store bought egg rolls, where you could catch up on the missed time, you would watch your favourite show (and hopefully pay attention to none of it), which would of course lead to a heavy make-out session, complete with sex and cuddling in bed. You couldn’t wait to fall asleep next to him again.

The stage was set. Everything was ready.

And as soon as Chan stepped through the door, it all fell apart.

You weren’t even granted a moment to speak before he’d dropped his suitcase on the ground, rushed to you and kissed you, hand slipping around the back of your neck to pull you to him, tilting your head just the right way to have your body tingling. You couldn’t help but sigh, relaxing into the kiss, threading a hand through his hair before he pulled back, a smile bright on his face.

“Oh my god, I missed you.” He whispered, thumb brushing your cheek, like he was touching a piece of art. The action made you want to scream. Somehow, the space between had made him ten thousand times more beautiful in your eyes now that he was back. You took in his messy curls half hidden with a beanie, the jeans and plain black shirt that dressed his body, the faint stubble on his cheeks, often the result of busy weeks. Every bit of him was gorgeous.

“Me, too.” You whispered, playing with his curls, appreciating the feeling of them between your fingers after so long. Out of all the things you’d missed during Chan’s trip away, it was this closeness, this intimacy, that had been missed the most. Feeling him, feeling connected to him. You wanted nothing right now more than to kiss him and feel him, the boy you’d missed like he was a very part of your body, and extension of your heart.

It was almost like he could read your mind- his lips were back on yours, and dinner and your show and a follow-up of cuddles and the entire plan was tossed out the window. You couldn’t focus on anything but the enthusiasm of his kiss, at the desperation in it. Clearly, you hadn’t been the only one missing and craving touch.

“Miss me that much?” You giggled against his lips, and the way he looked back at you gave you wild butterflies.

“Every day.” He whispered, kissing you again, and mumbling against your lips. “You have no clue how much.”

His kisses quickly turned feverish, as his body guided you back, sitting you on the arm of the couch. Your hands found their way through his locks, the beanie slipping to the floor as you pressed him closer to you, making him grunt into the kiss, hands on the back of your neck. “God-”

His lips slipped to your jawline, snappy kisses heating up your body. His fingers slipped between your shoulder and your shirt, pulling the fabric up and over your head in one swift movement. Your body tingled as his eyes roamed your skin, hands wasting no time to discard your bra and move to fondle your breasts. He cupped them and squeezed, releasing to enjoy the way they bounced. You couldn’t tear your eyes away as he played with them, leaning in to capture one of the buds between his teeth. The wet feeling of his tongue on your nipple was divine, your head tipping back as you bit your lip to hold back a moan.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty and perfect.” He groaned, teasing the nipple further. You whined, toes curling, body writhing at the intensity of the feeling. He chuckled, hands finding your hips to keep you in place for him as he slowly sucked.

Your eyes rolled shut, swirls of pleasure tingling through your body and finding their way to your clenching core, desperate for his touch inside of you. You made that clear by winding your legs around Chan’s midsection, pleased to feel the boner under his pants. You palmed it over the fabric, rewarded with a buck of his hips and a harsh groan as he released your nipple.

“I…” his eyes raised to yours, heavy and dark. “I’m afraid I have to ruin your plans for the night.”

“Please,” you wound your arms around his neck, pressing a slow kiss to his lips. “Be my guest.”

Without another word, Chan picked you up, arms securely under your ass- and then he was kissing you again, no less needy than before. You softly moaned into the kiss, addicted to the warmth of his body against your skin. You couldn’t wait for him to be even closer, and it seemed like Chan had the same opinion. He didn’t waste time discarding his jeans and shirt and finding a spot on the couch, hands gripping your waist as you straddled his hips and pressed against his chest.

From here the kiss turned into pure heat. Sloppy and open mouthed, while Chan’s hands slipped up to tease your nipples with harsh rubs. Your legs closed tighter around his thighs at the heat spreading to the pit of your tummy, making Chan grin as he subtly lifted his hips, letting you feel the hard boner straining against his boxers and staining them with precum.

“Shit,” You moaned, with a small laugh. “You’re going to drive me insane one day.”

He flashed you a cheeky grin, before leaning forward and kissing each of your breasts gently. Then he pulled back, eyes glancing around the room.

“You really went all out.” He whispered, eyes sparkling in the dim light. You smiled shyly, but he didn’t seem to notice, eyes fixed on something else that had caught his attention.

After a few seconds, he blinked, and turned back to you. A slow smile crept up his lips, and then he hovered over you, slipping kisses up and down your shoulder.

“I know exactly what to do with you tonight.”

His sultry tone threw your mind into a spiral and had you clenching around nothing. All your attention latched onto him, the rumble of his voice, the glint in his dark eyes. “W-what?”

His smile was almost devilish as he kissed your lips, dragging at your bottom lip when he pulled away. “Let me make you feel good.” He whispered.

His lips descended on your skin, kissing down your chest, over your breasts and down to your navel. In the meantime, his hands undressed you, discarding your shorts and panties, spreading you wide for him. You shivered as the cold air greeted you, and for some reason, that seemed to make Chan grin.

“Cold?”

“Not for long.” You responded cheekily, and Chan giggled.

“Oh?”

His mouth trailed back up your body and connected with your lips. His one hand rushed to thread through your hair and pull you close, the roughness of his touch making you softly moan into his mouth, greeted by the poke of his tongue as he messily kissed you. Your hands quickly began to tug at his locks, hips subconsciously grinding against his right thigh desperately for friction against your aching, tight core.

Chan grunted when a particular grind came in contact with his girth, and pulled away, eyes locked on yours. His voice was low when he told you, “Turn around.”

Heart thrumming with excitement, you did what you were told as Chan discarded his boxers and you settled back on his lap, back pressed to his chest, ass resting over his hard dick. The feeling made your core clench around nothing.

Chan’s mouth found your shoulder, sucking on the skin and leaving a sting with each blooming red mark. You groaned at the feeling, head lolling against his shoulder. At this Chan shook his head, one hand coming up to grip your chin and make you face forward.

“Look,” he said, and that’s when you noticed the mirror; lit up with fairy lights, and perfectly angled to hold your image in the glass. You looked like a mess, but even more so- even hotter- so did Chan. His curls were wild on his head, toned body already slightly sweaty, lips red from kissing you. You watched almost trancelike as Chan slipped a hand under your breast and squeezed, while the other found its way between your legs to spread them out.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He whispered, lustful eyes meeting yours in the reflection, as he leaned down to place a slow wet kiss to the crook of your neck. You shivered at the touch, the need in your sex nearly unbearable by now.

“Fuck, Chan-”

He didn’t respond, simply sliding his fingers between your folds, the feel of his fingers like electricity. You inhaled sharply, curling into Chan, who grinned.

“You must have really missed me, considering how fucking soaked you are.” He teased, leaning forward to take your earlobe in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive spot. You whined, impatient, but Chan was always a good multitasker. His thumb rubbed between your slit, finding your clit and gently pinching it between his fingers. You hissed, writhing, and his other hand moved down to hold your hips in place.

“Stay still, baby.” He murmured, and you obeyed as his hand dipped further, and he eased his first finger into your pulsing core.

Your eyes watched in the mirror as your pussy swallowed him desperately, and the image made your skin burn at how filthy it all was, how absolutely dirty the two of you looked already. Chan’s eyes stayed fixed on you in the reflection while he slowly began a pace, pleasuring your body with every rub of his finger against your slick walls. You struggled to keep your head up, small moans bubbling up your throat as his other hand slipped back up to palm your nipples.

“Good girl.” He whispered, eyes never leaving yours as he slowly leaned forward and languidly mouthed and sucked at your neck, pace rapidly speeding up. Your moans came out broken as he added another two fingers in one go, curling his fingers just so. You whimpered at the feeling, heatwaves rushing through your body and straight to your core.

“Feel good, babygirl?”

“Yes, god-” you broke off into a moan when his thumb started to rub on your clit. “Perfect.”

Chan offered a slow, wet kiss to your shoulder before pulling his fingers out completely. You whined at the sudden emptiness, catching his gaze in the mirror. “C-chan-”

Wordlessly, he reached beside the couch, and you watched with a frown as he grabbed one of the glasses of water resting on the side table. You watched with uncertainty as he reached into the glass to pick out a cube of ice, about the size of a marble.

Instantly you knew what was about to happen- this wasn’t your first time with ice play. Your core jolted at the anticipation, as Chan brought the glassy piece of ice to rub it over your inner thigh. The cold was shocking to your system, and you jerked, hastily gripping at Chan’s wrist. He chuckled, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear, grinning. “Relax, baby.” He whispered, cooing.

Your breaths came out shaky, wild excitement pulsing through your body as Chan rubbed circles over your thighs with the frigid cube of ice. With every swirl, he brought the piece of ice closer and closer to your throbbing core, clenching needily. And then at last, he slipped it between your folds, making you gasp at the cold. Chan’s lips were attached to your body again, slipping to the other shoulder to kiss and tongue over the skin; but his eyes- his fucking eyes- never left yours in the mirror, as he pressed the ice further, deeper, entering your hole.

And god, it was glorious.

The freezing sensation was overwhelming, but the slick wetness of the cube soothed and pleasured your walls in ways that had your eyes glazing over, mindless whines tumbling from your lips. Chan paused his movements, as the ice simply sat there, melting in your pussy, trickling slowly out- and it was agonizing, how little and how much it gave you at the same time, as you tossed your head back, moaning. “Chan, fuck-”

“I know, my love.” He gently kissed your jawline, voice gravelly and quiet. “Feels good, doesn’t it, beautiful?”

“Fuck, fuck yes-” You groaned, squirming, but Chan’s hands quickly gripped your waist to keep you still.

“I got you,” he whispered, and his fingers were back, slipping into you to join the mess, and beginning a slow rub inside your hole. His other hand grabbed onto your thigh, spreading you further, stretching you further for him.

You clenched around him when he dug in deeper, vaguely grinding into the motion as his thumb found your clit again, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves.

“You’re my good girl, letting me play with you, aren’t you?” Chan practically growled, his fingers scissoring you quickly, and you could barely speak, the knot in your stomach beginning to clench painfully. Your head tilted back further, eyes flickering, mouth wide open.

“I- I-”

“Eyes on me, beautiful.” Chan whispered, sinking his fingers in deeper, the cold of the ice cube shocking your g-spot, making your walls clench around him. You moaned softly, struggling to lift your head to meet Chan’s gaze in the mirror. His eyes were glazed over as he stared back at you, absolutely love drunk.

“God, I missed ruining you like this.” He half groaned, lips finding the crook of your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to your skin as he began a slow pace, digging his fingers further with every push. As the ice melted, cold water continued to trickle out your entrance in slow rivers, the sensation almost overwhelmingly pleasant, making your eyes roll back. Your breaths were heavy. Your body was burning, heat crawling over every inch of your skin despite the freezing cold of the ice inside you. The addictive feeling paired with his slick fingers pumping into you, his mouth sucking at the junction of your jaw, and his cock hard under your ass had the knot tightening in your stomach already.

“You’re so good for me.” Chan whispered, his other hand moving to rub at your clit, sending shockwaves through your body as you squirmed and whined, digging your hips down to chase the pleasure they granted. Your hands gripped his thighs shakily as he chuckled, sucking at your skin, moving two fingers in a circular motion over your clit.

You stuttered out a moan, head lolling back, sparks of heat rushing through your veins. “G-god, Chan-”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“D-don’t stop.” You pleaded, eyes squeezed shut, mind spinning with pleasure. Chan’s response was to giggle, and peck your cheek, before moving to whisper in your ear.

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

His fingers curled in just the right way, pressing the ice against your g-spot, making you gasp and whimper. “M-more.”

“Such a greedy little thing.” He teased, but he removed his fingers and with effort, found a comfortable position to slip his length in from behind. The angle was perfect though, and you saw stars as he pushed into you, filling you to the brim as he bottomed out. His pace was quickly set, steady and firm, causing you to choke on moans with every roll of his hips. Cold water still seeped from your pussy, and Chan hissed at the icy feeling on his cock, which twitched and pulsed inside you. “Fuck.”

His pace sped up, and you met him halfway, desperately chasing your oncoming high. One arm wrapped around to hold your chin in place, forcing you to watch every moment of your desperate, feral sex. Chan’s eyes were particularly wild, and in the end his gaze on yours was what made you come hard, vision going white as your walls clenched around him and you moaned long and loud.

Chan continued to rut up into you, grip on your chin never loosening, his other hand moving to tightly grip your waist. “Such a good pussy, my good girl-”

You moaned, his hips beginning to stutter and lose their tempo. At last he came, spilling into you and milking his release for a moment before he stilled completely.

You made to move off of him, but both of his arms wound tightly around you, keeping you to his chest. Chan softly kissed your back several times, whispering in between each one, “Let’s stay here for a bit. Please. I just want to feel you. I missed you so goddamn much.”

You instantly melted, resting tiredly against his chest as he continued to kiss along your skin softly, taking you in. Your hands reached back to play with his curls absentmindedly, and he sighed, resting his chin in the crook of your shoulder.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, and you thought you might never get used to him saying that.

Or slowly whispering it back.

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to-the-stars8 · 3 months

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Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader Chapters AO3

Chapter 8

Jason didn’t know what he expected when he entered your apartment. He pictured your old home, the one with the pale gray walls with frames all over, and with that somewhat comfy couch that he always managed to fall asleep on. Your apartment now reminded him of your old bedroom, the pictures, and books tucked away neatly or put perfectly in their spots.

You threw your jacket on the back of the couch while taking his jacket off your shoulders and into another room. Jason stopped there awkwardly, not sure if he should follow or stay—he opted for the latter. Looking around, he took in all the small bits of information available to him. A habit Bruce had instilled in him so hard that he couldn’t break it even if he wanted to.

“Take a seat on the couch. I’ll grab you a towel and blanket,” You said as you came back in. You stopped in your tracks, giving him a once over making him feel naked. “I would say I might have some dry clothes for you, but I think you’re too big.”

Jason laughed, looking down at himself. “You got me there.”

With a huff of a laugh and smile, you disappeared again. Jason sat, still looking around. You had an affinity for pretty things and he found it fitting for you. Pretty people should like pretty things.

When you returned, you put a towel across his shoulders before draping the blanket over him. Once you saw him settled and relaxed, you excused yourself to the kitchen. Jason took the time to finally look at his phone, seeing that Roy had texted him. It was a simple question about how things were going. Jason felt giddy all of a sudden, excited to tell Roy that he was in your apartment under your blanket while you made hot chocolate. He felt like a kid again, overflowing with hope and love, but he restrained it. He sucked in a breath as he reigned in his happiness. It could all go wrong, and the last thing he wanted was to get his hopes up.

You entered the living room again, setting a Batman mug on the table in front of him, and he tried to hide his amusement.

“I put your jacket in the dryer, it should be done in a few,” You said, sitting down on the other end of the couch. “Are you hungry or anything?”

Jason was a little surprised by just how damn nice you were. It was refreshing. “No, thank you. I’m all good and settled.” He picked up his hot chocolate to cut through the momentary silence.

“Good,” You said, settling back against the cushions. “Are you warm enough?” Jason could feel hotness throughout his body, and he didn’t know if it was from the blanket or your attentiveness. So, he just nodded, afraid of what would come out of his mouth.

“Hold on,” You said, putting your mug down and moving closer to him. “You have something in your hair.”

Before he could protest, your hand was in his hair, slowly pulling away something from it. Your fingers brushed his skin and Jason nearly passed out from all the blood flowing to his cheeks. He turned to look at you when you held up the leaf that had been tucked away in his curls. It must have gotten stuck between the walk from the cafe to your apartment.

“Heh,” He laughed awkwardly, trying not to get lost in your eyes. The two of you stared at each other for what felt like hours, and, for a moment, his eyes flickered down to your lips. Suddenly, you started to lean, and Jason felt so close to bridging that gap, but couldn’t. Turning his head, he immediately apologized.

You pulled away, too. “No, no. I misread that. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, please,” He said. “I…It’s me, not you. Trust me.”

You finally looked at him, confusion in your eyes. “What do you mean?”

Jason didn’t know why the hell he was telling you his problem, but once the words were slipping out he couldn’t stop, “Well, uh, I’m not really well versed in this stuff, and I don’t want to mess it up.”

He expected a worse reaction than you suddenly smiling. “Ah, I see. Would it help if I asked you out properly on a date? I know we’ve just met, but I find myself liking you a lot, Jason.”

Jason was suddenly at a loss of words, and could only manage a meek nod. Grinning, you were going to say something, but the buzzing of the dryer cut you off. Looking between him and the washroom, you contemplated on what you would handle first— Finally, you decided to give him his dry jacket back, leaving him to the deafening beat of his heart and the too-hot chocolate burning his hands. Sucking in a breath, Jason looked down at the floating marshmallows, trying to decide if he would take the happiness blooming in his heart or the anxiety creeping up in his mind. When you returned, draping the jacket next to yours, he decided to let himself be happy.

"So, what kind of date did you have in mind?"

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ash-says · 1 month

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How to tackle Fragmented Sleep/ Sleep disruptions :

This post is inspired and geared to help @thisisneededfmr .

Also to every one of those who are going through similar issues. It becomes extremely taxing when you can't sleep peacefully at night. You keep on waking up in between after some hours if not then suddenly you are half asleep which according to me is even more annoying. Being an insomniac or nightmares can make this condition even worse.

Sleep fragmentation can be described as frequent interruption or disruption in the normal sleep cycle. It can cause various chronic health issues as well as have repercussions on mental health.

Ways to tackle Fragmented Sleep:

1) Develop a sleep schedule:

Instead of being a night owl jump into your bed and try to sleep. It will be difficult at first but slowly and steadily you might fall asleep. Count numbers?? Try to sleep at the same time everyday. Because once it becomes a habit you will automatically feel sleepy.

2) Avoid Caffeine or any foods that result in hyperactivity:

Coffee is infamous for making you feel nervous and jittery. So avoid it before bedtime hours. Any kind of foods that result in a hyperactive nervous system cancel them out.

3) Practice relaxation techniques:

Listen to calming music, do breath work, meditate, read a nice book before you fall asleep. This might help in calming your nerves.

4) Exercise regularly and do yoga before sleeping:

The benefits of exercise are well known to us. I don't want to waste my time in convincing you about it. There are some specific yoga asanas you can do before sleeping and trust me it works like wonders. One of my friends when I used to live in a dorm made us do it and the sleep after that was just a chef's kiss.

5) Limit screen time before bed:

The radiations emitted by the phone or electronic devices disturb your sleep cycle. So try not to use your phone before you fall asleep. In fact at my home this is a rule we never sleep with the phones near us. They are kept at a great distance so that the quality of sleep is not disturbed.

6) Try not to do work or other activities in bed:

I read it somewhere on Tumblr long back please if anyone knows the blog kindly tag them in comments so I can give the reference here. It stated that you should only use your bed for sleeping as it will automatically signal your brain to sleep once you are in there.

7) Address your mental issues:

Most of the time sleep fragmentation is caused by psychological problems. Is there something you are trying to escape from? Or are you in a stressful environment? Depression? Anxiety? Adhd?etc you get my point right. Try to fix those issues. Your problem might be arising from there. Who knows.

8) Check your medicines if you are on any:

Literally!!! I am not kidding. It's really serious. Some medicines put your nervous system in hyperactive mode resulting in fragmented sleep. Check with your doctor and share these things with them. If the problem has started after you started the dosage maybe it's responsible for it.

From here the suggestions are based on personal experience with no scientific data to back it up. Use your own discernment.

9) Hug someone or something and sleep:

This works for me sometimes. If there's someone you are close to then try asking them if they would be okay to sleep while hugging you or holding you close. It's therapeutic. Plus it helps in relaxing the adrenaline in your body and brings you out of the survival mode.

10) Sleep in an open space:

Sometimes our bodies are not able to relax in a confined place. It's part of a phase especially if you have trauma related to closed areas. It can be triggering for your body and your brain might wake you up in between to look for danger. So sleeping in an open space like a balcony or something might work.

11) Keep a knife under your pillow:

I know this sounds ridiculous but it's a belief in our culture that doing it solves sleep related issues. Especially if you are having nightmares. And even if it doesn't work you have a knife to swing if someone attacks you in case. It's cool.

12) See a doctor:

When nothing of the above helps and even your own techniques that you might know it's high time you take professional help. It's not something you should ignore.

Being stated all that I really wish you a GOOD NIGHT SLEEP and pray that you overcome these issues. There are a lot of underlying causes that result in sleep fragmentation but the main one being Stress, Trauma, Emotional distress,etc.

So find a friend and vent it out if you are going through any negative state of mind. If you don't have anyone my ask box is always open. Drop a message and I will try to reach out to you as soon as I can.

Reminder: You are doing great given the circumstances. So keep fighting on and don't let anything have power over you.

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pr33tylul · 1 year

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Can u do a Harry x reader where the reader is going through a hard pregnancy and harry is just the cutest person ever?

Sorry this took so long to post!!

Harry potter x pregnant!reader

Year: after the battle of hogwarts

Warninngs: none

Ps: taylor swift is bae

8 months along and my son was already causing trouble, Laying in bed while pregnant trying to get into a comfortable position was harder than it sounds. Tossing and turning constantly trying not to wake up my husband was also impossible. "Gosh, will you stop moving! All i wanna do is sleep!" I whisper shouted. "Whats wrong love?" Harry yawned facing me "Sorry for waking you, i just cant get comfortable" he sighed rubbing his eyes still clearly tired. He pulled me into his chest and lifted up my shirt, carefully rubbing my baby bump. "Better love?" He whispered in my ear as I relaxed. "Much better." I sighed falling asleep.

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆

Waking up to mild pain in my lower belly, not having harry by my side I figured he let me sleep. "Ahh!" I held my stomach, now rubbing the tightened muscle in my lower belly. Harry rushed in right by my side "Everything okay?! Is the baby coming?!" He must of heard me cry out.

"Fine, just contractions" I start to breath in and out as he held my hand. "Did you want anything? you havent been resting like you should be" his face was filled with worry and concern "i cant rest, theres some stuff i need to do" I said pulling off the covers trying to stand up. "No i dont think so mrs potter, rest ill do all the things you need to do, now what things did you want me to get you?" I huffed as I layed back down. "Just get me some snacks and some coffee oh and the TV remote." Starting to get a little bit comfy, I might actually like this. "Okay, ill be a second" he kissed my lips and attempted to walk off. "No forget the snacks, i want you" I kissed him again pulling him forward. "As much as id like that theres stuff what needs to be done around the house and also teddy is downstairs so i cant leave him unoccupied. " he said kissing me again "oh okay" he smiled then before leaving he kissed my stomach.

*month later*

Now sitting in the hospital bed in labour was not fun at all. Hermione had packed me an already made bag with everything I would need and the baby. “You comfortable?” Harry tucked me in with the blanket. “Yes I’m comfortable stop panicking” i say a bit tired I would be pushing out a baby so I had to work up my strength. “If you feel any pain im here and just wake me up okay” nodding as I fall to sleep.

*The next day*

“Just one more big push! Mrs potter you can do it he’s almost out” the nurse said as I pushed. “Come in y/n, your doing so well” Harry held your hand tightly. Not even 10 seconds after the room was filled with little screams from your baby boy. The nurse checks if everything is ok with the baby. “. You have one healthy little baby boy, congratulations” the nurse smiled as Harry cut be cord, putting me in my arms so I can feed him. “Name of the baby?” The nurse looked at the both of you

“James. James Sirius potter” Harry said as he looked at you. “I love it, I think it’s a nice name” smiling through tears you look down at your baby. “I’m so proud of you”Harry kisses you lovingly. “Honestly I couldn’t of done it without you”

You both looked down at James, slightly he opened his eyes looking at his parents l. Both of you smiled as you covered him in kisses, letting Harry hold his son.

A/n

MERRY CHRISTMAS, I hope you lot had a fantastic day! Sorry that I’m a bit slow on posting! I’ll try fix that.

#harry james potter #harry potter smut #harry potter x reader #harry x y/n #harry james potter smut #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry james potter x you

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bearbluebooks · 5 months

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Chapter 4 and 5 Christmas in Velaris

“Does it hurt?” He asked.

When she looked into his eyes she could swear there was worry in his eyes.

“Only when you touch it,” she joked.

December 6th, 8:54

A knock on the door pulled Gwyn out of her cleaning haze. Was she expecting another handyman?

One quick glance on her phone told her that wasn’t until tomorrow.

With hesitant steps she made her way to the front door. Just in case, she eyed the biggest book she could lift- they were weapons in more ways than one.

As she lifted the key chain lock she hardly had the chance to open the door before she was greeted with “I thought Feyre was joking when she said you were back.”

Without thinking Gwyn engulfed her friend into the biggest hug. She held her so tight she almost suffocated her- as long as she held her, it was real. She was back .

And she came to see her. She hadn’t realized how much she missed her until this moment. The no bullshit, loyal Nesta Archeron. Her best friend.

News traveled fast but Nesta Archeron traveled faster.

Sometimes Velaris was just like a small town, and not the bustling city most people thought.

Right now she was glad for it. “Nesta!”

“I’ve missed you.” She whispered into the beautiful female's golden brown hair.

“What are you doing here? Are you back? For good?”

“Never mind,” she said as she removed herself from the hug.

“Tell me on Friday night, we're going out. I’m taking you and Emerie out for drinks. Maybe Cas will join. Who am I kidding he will join. But first just us girls.”

“That sounds nice, Nesta,” Gwyn chimed in.

“I’ll pick you up at six, wear something nice.”

Before she could respond Nesta was already out of the door as she said “I need to go to work but I needed to see if it was true.”

With one look back she said “it’s really nice to have you back Gwynnie.”

The old nickname squeezed her heart tight. It sent a flutter of warmth throughout her body. “It’s really nice to be back,” she said with a genuine smile. “See you on Friday.”

21:35

Fresh incense smoked in the background. Soft smells of Nag Champa filled the air, as it slowly replaced the old with the familiar.

Lilly’s upstairs apartment was in much better shape than the shop- the ceilings held, there was no mold to be seen, and even the interior was quite nice.

All of Lilly’s furniture was a mix of cozy and kitsch. Dark green wallpaper adorned the old walls. The velvet green curtains slowly moved, as they signaled the entrance of fresh air. The ornate fireplace offered a warm fire with hypnotic crackling sounds. The large mirror on top of the fireplace showed Gwyn’s tired body on the green couch. Her legs rested gently on the chestnut coffee table. The many candles that she scattered around gave the room an even cozier ambiance. Gwyn couldn’t help the happy sigh that escaped her mouth as she planted her feet on the soft red carpet to change her position for a bit.

Happy.

Gwyn was happy.

Mouse seemed to share the sentiment, as she purred contentedly in her lap. When she moved to grab her steaming cup of tea, her entire body ached, but somehow she felt more satisfied with life than she had in a while.

If she could get more than five hours of sleep tonight, she would be over the moon. But all the hard work in the world couldn’t help her sleep. Her amnesia followed her even to Velaris. In a desperate attempt to force her body to sleep, she already put her pajamas on, and her makeup off.

The only thing that was left to do, was to go to bed and fall asleep. Instead of looking at the ceiling for hours and hours until the sun forcefully announced its presence.

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door took her out of the in-between relaxed state she found herself in.

Again?

One look at her phone showed the time, “21:35?” she said to Mouse who looked with the same contentment as earlier.

Her heart began to beat faster and her palms began to sweat. Her mind faded to black as flashes of pounding against doors flashed before her, as if he was here again, demanding to “open up, you devil child.”

With one shake of her head and one deep breath in she walked towards her bag on the antique hazelnut dinner table.

“He’s not real. He’s not here. You’re safe,” she repeated quietly as she rifled through the messiness that was her life. Within seconds she found what she was looking for: the can of pepper spray.

Silent steps that came with years of making herself smaller brought her down the stairs.

With one whispered “You got this,” she swung the door open quickly- so quickly that she could take up her fighting stance without losing time.

“Azriel?” She said in shock.

“Gwyn?” He said in even more shock.

“Is that-

“Pepper spray?”

When she stepped out of the darkness of her shop into the dimly lit street, a sharp inhale came before a choked “What the hell happened to your face?”

One of his large hands instinctively reached for the spot on her chin where she knew a bruise bloomed in bright colors of red and purple.

This morning her limited makeup skills actually hid the bruise quite well, Nesta hadn’t even noticed.

“I fell up the stairs,” she answered honestly.

One sad smile adorned his full lips as he said, “Still clumsy I see.”

“Does it hurt?” He asked.

When she looked into his eyes she could swear there was worry in his eyes.

“Only when you touch it,” she joked.

With equal speed, his hand left her chin. The sudden movement left her feeling surprisingly wanting.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

She secretly hoped his answer would allow him to stay a little bit longer.

“I promised I’d come by,” he said.

With a smile, she remembered last night.

“Hey, if we can’t use children to spread the Christmas spirit then who can we?”

“A question for the ages,” he replied with a smile.

Azriel’s eyes contained a silent question, are you going to let me in?

A shiver ran up her body as the cold air hit her naked feet. Even though the place was a mess, it was a lot warmer inside.

“Come in,” she said hesitantly, “But if you judge even one thing, I will send your ass back out.”

With his hands held up he walked inside.

“Not everybody can be the owner of an evil lair,” she said as she looked back with mock judgment.

“Not everybody has style, you mean,” he said with a smirk.

“Taste is subjective, and some are better than others,” she said as she walked up the stairs.

She noticed an encroaching presence behind her. Ever since she came back, he kept a distance, but now he was practically breathing in her neck.

Then she remembered how she just told him about her feud with the stairs, and her heart warmed.

As she opened the door she looked back to warn Azriel, “Mouse is sweet but doesn’t really warm to strangers, don’t take it personally.” At least she would have an ally in her own home. It took her years for Mouse to be as comfortable with her as she was now. Years of cuddles, respecting her space, and lots and lots of treats. With no small amount of pride, she considered herself Mouse’s primary human.

Before she could even step foot into the warm living room, Mouse, the ninja cat already made her way towards the towering male that suddenly occupied a large part of the living room.

“Doesn’t seem to be a problem,” Azriel said as he pointed down to where Mouse encircled his legs.

The treacherous beast walked around Azriel’s long legs in a desperate attempt to be picked up. It took her one year until Mouse allowed her to be near her.

Out of frustration, she whispered, “Arrogant son of a bitch.”

Did he still have that uncanny bat hearing, she wondered when he asked, “What was that?”

No backing out now, “Arrogant son of a bitch,” she repeated more confidently.

“Jealous?” he said with one corner of his mouth lifted.

“Not at all,” she lied.

21:35

Fresh incense smoked in the background. Soft smells of Nag Champa filled the air, as it slowly replaced the old with the familiar.

Lilly’s upstairs apartment was in much better shape than the shop- the ceilings held, there was no mold to be seen, and even the interior was quite nice.

All of Lilly’s furniture was a mix of cozy and kitsch.

Dark green wallpaper adorned the old walls. The velvet green curtains slowly moved as they signaled the entrance of fresh air. The ornate fireplace offered a warm fire with hypnotic crackling sounds. The large mirror on top of the fireplace showed Gwyn’s tired body on the green couch. Her legs rested gently on the chestnut coffee table. The many candles that she scattered around gave the room an even cozier ambiance. Gwyn couldn’t help the happy sigh that escaped her mouth as she planted her feet on the soft red carpet to change her position for a bit.

Happy.

Gwyn was happy.

If she could get more than five hours of sleep tonight, she would be over the moon. But all the hard work in the world couldn’t help her sleep. Her insomnia followed her even to Velaris. In a desperate attempt to force her body to sleep, she already put her pajamas on, and her makeup off.

The only thing that was left to do was go to bed and fall asleep instead of looking at the ceiling for hours and hours until the sun forcefully announced its presence.

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door took her out of the relaxed state she found herself in.

Again?

One look at her phone showed the time, “21:35?” she said to Mouse who looked at her with the same contentment as earlier.

With one shake of her head and one deep breath in she walked towards her bag on the antique hazelnut dinner table.

Silent steps that came with years of making herself smaller, brought her down the stairs.

With one whispered “You got this,” she swung the door open quickly- so quickly that she could take up her fighting stance without losing time.

“Azriel?” She said in shock as she observed the humongous figure looming in the doorway.

“Gwyn?” He said in even more shock.

“Is that-

“Pepper spray?”

When she stepped out of the darkness of her shop and into the dimly lit street, a sharp inhale sounded before a choked “Who did that to you?”

One of his large hands instinctively reached for the spot on her chin where she knew a bruise bloomed in bright colors of red and purple.

This morning, her limited makeup skills actually hid the bruise quite well- Nesta hadn’t even noticed.

“I fell up the stairs,” she answered honestly.

One sad smile adorned his full lips as he said, “Still clumsy I see.”

“Does it hurt?” He asked.

When she looked into his eyes she could swear there was worry in his eyes.

“Only when you touch it,” she joked.

With equal speed, his hand left her chin. The sudden movement left her feeling surprisingly wanting.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

She secretly hoped his answer would allow him to stay a little bit longer.

“I promised I’d come by,” he said. “Thanks for riling up Nyx by the way.”

With a smile, she remembered last night.

“Hey, if we can’t use children to spread the Christmas spirit then who can we?”

“A question for the ages,” he replied with a smile.

Azriel’s eyes contained a silent question, are you going to let me in?

A shiver ran up her body as the cold air hit her naked feet. Even though the place was a mess, it was a lot warmer inside.

“Come in,” she said hesitantly, “But if you judge even one thing, I will send your ass back out.”

With his hands held up he walked inside.

“Not everybody can be the owner of an evil lair,” she said as she looked back with mock judgment.

“Not everybody has style, you mean,” he said with a smirk.

“Taste is subjective, and some have more than others,” she said as she walked up the stairs.

She noticed an encroaching presence behind her. Ever since she came back, he kept a distance, but now he was practically breathing in her neck.

Then she remembered how she just told him about her feud with the stairs and her heart warmed.

As she opened the door she looked back to warn Azriel, “Mouse is sweet but doesn’t really warm to strangers, don’t take it personally.”

It took years for Mouse to be as comfortable with her as she was now. Years of cuddles, respecting her space, and lots and lots of treats. With no small amount of pride, she considered herself Mouse’s primary human.

Before she could even step foot into the warm living room, Mouse, the ninja cat already made her way towards the towering male that suddenly occupied a large part of the living room.

“Doesn’t seem to be a problem,” Azriel said as he pointed down to where Mouse encircled his legs.

The treacherous beast walked around Azriel’s long legs in a desperate attempt to be picked up.

Out of frustration, she whispered, “Arrogant son of a bitch.”

Did he still have that uncanny bat hearing, she wondered when he asked, “What was that?”

No backing out now, “Arrogant son of a bitch,” she repeated more confidently.

“Jealous?” he said with one corner of his mouth lifted.

“Not at all,” she lied.

With confident strides he walked to the large dark red chair. As he took a seat he asked “So what’s this I hear about a Christmas competition?”

#gwyn x azriel #gwynriel #acotar fanfiction #gwyn acosf #gwyneth berdara #acotar #acotar alternate universe #ao3 fanfic #azriel shadowsinger #a court of silver flames

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Hello ^^ I’m honestly pretty late, but may I partake in the event?

Name— Suzuni or nickname of Suzu

Description— I enjoy writing stories (though I more often than not find myself daydreaming about what I could write instead lol) and artistic activities such as painting/art & ceramics. Ofc I suck at my hobbies 👍👍 (I think so anyway)

I like,, honestly I have no idea. Daydreaming/picturing scenarios in my mind? I do it rlly often lol, so ig I probably like it? As for dislikes, myself— And rudeness and arrogance lol

I try to surround myself with people who are both playful/teasy but also decently observant (Warning for mental illness mention— I have depression and consequently may make darker comments at times). I also tend to use a lighthearted and casual tone when talking about serious topics relating to myself (e.g., warning again here, self-death)

Oops that got long, sorry about that :’l

I’m a lee, and as for fandom, either Haikyuu! or My Hero Academia if that’s alright ^^

Relationship— romantic because why not lol

Preferably a male character

Anyhow, have a nice day/evening ^^

Hiiii!! Sorry for the inactivity... again 😅 istg this period is driving me bonkers but I'm also having lots of fun!! Anyway, thanks for participating, I hope you'll like who I matched you up with ❤️🍡 *hands you the usual dango to eat while you read*

🔮 So, for my event your pair is... SHINSOU

🔮 Why did I choose him for you?

1. Sneaky, fairly smug and a little mysterious. Perfect ler material if you ask me 😌 2. I see him as a very caring and careful soul, who doesn't bond with everyone but holds extremely close the ones who manage to gain his trust 3. He would be able to understand if you need help or are struggling mentally, and he'd be there 24/7 for you 4. He could use his quirk to induce relaxation and/or make you fall asleep... obviously if you're comfortable with it and give your consent 5. He would totally get involved in your hobbies! I already see you two painting or doing ceramics together 6. You probably have made a "couple sculpture"... like a heart broken in half and each one of you keeps a half in their bedroom 7. He trained with Aizawa. He knows how to be silent. Expect surprise tickle attacks from any direction at any time~ 8. He'd be extremely happy to read your writings and give you a review about them!! He'd probably use tickling to convince you to let him read them hehe 9. Tickles whenever you say that you suck at what you do! He doesn't tolerate when someone talks badly about someone he loves (even when it's you talking badly about yourself) 10. He finds it extremely cute when you space out and daydream, so instead of interrupting you, he would cuddle up to you and hold you in his arms while you imagine any kind of scenario 11. He probably volunteers cat shelter, and sometimes you join him. Seeing how gentle he is with cats made you fall in love with him all over again. 12. When his insomnia hits hard, he comes to your room and you two end up hanging out together all night long. Or if you fall asleep, he just cuddles you and watches over you, as if he could keep bad dreams away.

🔮 Tickle scenario

Everyone liked weekends, but you surely had one more reason to enjoy them. Both you and Shinsou were free from school, which only meant one thing: date!

You always did something different: watching anime, making sculptures, painting, chatting, taking walks... one time you even tried to crochet, but he made a mess and got so grumpy that you decided to drop that activity.

That Saturday, you two decided to go at the cat shelter to do some volunteering. It was a really unusual date, but you loved spending time with each other and a ton of purring furballs. Also, the happy, adoring expression on Shinsou's face was so endearing...

The owners of the shelter were extremely nice with you, and they adored how you spent your free time on "volunteering dates". Obviously they made you work a little, but then they let you play with the kitties as much as you wanted! Actually, they let you play until it was closing time... or else you would've never gone back home.

"Hey baby I'm done with Kai, we can go home." Shinsou called for you after leaving a 5-month-old kitten to sleep, but he got no response. He saw you sitting on a chair, your back was facing him. "Baby didn't you hear me? We got-" "Shh!" You suddenly interrupted him.

He raised an eyebrow and approached you, and he couldn't believe his eyes. The new refugee of the cat shelter, who refused even to approach the sweet owners, was cuddled up on your lap and peacefully asleep. "Would you look at that..." the tall teenager smiled, "seems like this little rascal finally chose someone to trust." He was overjoyed to see that furball finally open up.

"Too bad that this human is already busy with someone else~" He reached out to grab the kitten and put him back in his sleeping pillow, but you swatted his hands away. "You're not ruining this moment..!" You whisper-yelled to not disturb the sleepy little angel, "It took me the whole day to get to this point, now we're staying here." You stated, more assertive than ever.

Your boyfriend raised an eyebrow, clearly amused with your antics, "Oh really? Then it would be a shame if a sudden earthquake disrupted your peace~"

You didn't have time to ask him what he meant. A tingly feeling spread throughout your body, making you almost jump and throw away the poor kitten. "Shinsohohou!! Stahap ihihihihit!!" You did your best to keep your legs still and not wake the little furball, but at the same time you desperately tried to swat Shinsou's hands away from your sides.

"But I'm doing nothing, honey... it's just the earthquake." He mused, close enough to your ear to make it tickle, and then blew a raspberry on your neck for good measure. He had to admit, he was a little surprised by how much you were resisting the impulse to squirm away. In other circumstances, you would've already jumped away and hidden somewhere, maybe curled up in a ball.

"Wow, not so squirmy now that you have the little rascal on your lap, huh?" He asked as his fingers played with both sides of your ribcage as if it was a piano, "I think we should name him Giggles... a fitting name related to a wonderful memory like this one..." He thought out loud with the clear intent to tease.

However, the fun had to come to an end. The owners were closing up and you two had to go back to school. He chuckled evilly and without wasting time, he drilled softly under your arms. This time, you couldn't hold back the squeal, which woke up the cat.

"Ah... you're finally awake, Giggles. Did you have a nice rest on my girlfriend's lap?" The violet-haired guy slowly approached the cat, "Now it's time to go to your actual bed, though. But we'll be back soon, alright?" He picked up the little one and laid him on his sleeping pillow and waited for him to fall asleep, then he looked at you and helped you up.

"Come on, say goodbye to giggles and get ready to go, or else I'll let you alone in Aizawa's clutches if we arrive late to UA." He told you with a smug grin on his face. You quickly got ready, not wanting to be scolded by the strict teacher, said goodbye to the owners and got on your way with your boyfriend.

"So... did you have fun on this date, Giggles 2?" Shinsou asked, laughing at how red your face turned, which made you smack his arm in utter embarrassment.

"Shut up..."

#350/400 followers event #tickle matchup event #my hero academia tickle #boku no hero academia tickle #mha tickle #bnha tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ler!shinsou

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crackshipparadise · 2 months

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Until I Found You Chap. 8-Spirits and Nightmares

The next chapter is here! I’m excited because we get some lore, and…

Well, you just have to wait and see.

Thanks to @gigilefache for beta reading!

Enjoy!

It was early in the morning, hours before the facility opened for the day. The founders, Wiatt and Eric, were going through Cryptic books and websites to find any information about the Moonjumper. Sadly there wasn’t anything anywhere about Moonjumper, leaving everyone in a dead end and tired.

“Sara, we looked through all my books and most of the websites. There’s nothing about this Moonjumper anywhere.” Wiatt complained.

Sara closed one of the books she was reading and grabbed another book. “There’s gotta be something, maybe not the same creature, but if there’s a creature with similarities to Moonjumper it’s the best lead we got!” Sara explained.

Wiatt groaned, rolled his eyes, and kept on reading.

Sara groaned and found nothing of use in the other book she picked up, and went to check on Eric and Lewis who were using the computer.

“Eric, Lewis, any luck?” Sara asked.

The two shook their heads, “sorry darling. Nothing online says anything about the creature you saw.” Lewis replied.

Sara sighed and was about to ask Oliver, but saw he was asleep. She knew Oliver never liked waking up early and would fall asleep when he felt like it. However, this was important and she needed his help.

Gently, Sara shook her friend, “Oliver?” She whispered.

“Gah!” Oliver exclaimed, waking up. He looked around only to see it was Sara who woke him up. “Oh, hi Sara.”

“Sorry I woke you up, but I just wanted to know if you got anything?” She asked.

Oliver sighed, “well, I might’ve found something.” He said.

Sara’s eyes widened hearing Oliver got a break in the case. The rest of the guys stopped and went over to Oliver. “What is it?” She asked.

“There was an old European legend over 300 years ago about this creature…” Oliver explained as he clicked on the page and Sara’s eyes widened.

The picture showed what appeared to be Moonjumper in the woods using his red strings to lead people to him.

“That’s him.” She whispered. “That’s him!”

“That’s Moonjumper?” Wiatt asked.

Sara nodded in reply.

“Darling, how did you find it?” Lewis asked.

“I looked up myths and legends around the world and decided to look outside of the US. Then I found it!” Oliver explained.

“Well, what does it say?” Eric asked.

“Apparently Moonjumper is an old legend. The story goes that he appears only to those who are lost and becomes friends with them before leading them to a world somewhere between ours and the spirit world.” Oliver read.

Sara kept looking at the photo and with what Oliver read. It made sense to why Moonjumper befriended her.

“So is he dangerous?” Wiatt asked. “Because if he is, that means Sara is dealing with something that could harm us again!”

“He’s not dangerous!” Sara yelled. “I mean he was nice and sweet to me, and didn't harm me at all.”

“Well…” Oliver spoke up. “In the old legends, there’s many stories about his puppet strings. Similar to Litho he can control his victims. Some sources say he uses them to lead his victims to the Horizon.”

Wiatt groaned, “Oh great! How many dangerous Puppeteers are you gonna deal with Sara!?” Wiatt yelled.

“Stop calling him dangerous!” Sara yelled back, shoving Wiatt.

Eric and Lewis got up and held Sara and Wiatt, respectively, back before the two got into a physical fight.

“Guys. Guys calm down!” Eric yelled, reassuring the two.

“Oh I’ll calm down when Sara fucking admits she’s putting all of us in danger again!” Wiatt yelled.

“How many times am I going to say it, he’s not dangerous!” Sara repeated, yelling.

“How do you know? You said the same thing about Litho and he almost destroyed the world!”

Sara growled and was ready to pounce on Wiatt, but Eric grabbed her before she could lay a finger on him.

Lewis pulled Wiatt back and tried to ease his boyfriend. “Darling, relax!” He yelled.

“Yeah, you two fighting is going to get us nowhere!” Eric agreed.

Wiatt and Sara growled at one another, causing Lewis and Eric to hold the two tighter. One loose grip and the two would beat each other up until they were bloody pulps.

A knock was suddenly heard and everyone turned toward the door. Eric loosened his grip on Sara, but she didn’t attack Wiatt, she just stared at the door.

Another knock was heard. Wiatt released himself from Lewis and opened the door.

“What’s going on!” Artemis exclaimed, running in. To his surprise, he saw everyone relaxed. “I-I thought I heard yelling.”

“We were just talking, that's all.” Sara replied.

Artemis sighed. He then set his sights to the computer. “I see you guys got into the Moonjumper story.” He said.

Sara’s eyes widened. “Wait, you know about him?” She asked.

Artemis nodded, though Sara saw he was a bit uncomfortable. “Um, could I talk about it with you, alone?” He asked.

“Sure.” Sara replied as the two of them left.

Once they were gone, Wiatt was about to follow them, but was stopped by Lewis. “Darling, where are you going?” He asked.

“Don’t you wanna eavesdrop on the conversation?” Wiatt asked.

Lewis sighed, “Let’s leave them be for now.” He said.

Wiatt sighed, Sara was the one who brought Moonjumper up and her new friend knew about this creature too. He wanted to know more about this because to him, Sara was putting everyone in danger again.

Artemis took Sara outside the facility to a local park. With how early it was, there was no one in sight. The two sat on a hillside overlooking a small pond.

“So, tell me? How do you know about Moonjumper?” Sara asked.

Artemis sighed and had to think of his choice of words before answering. “Well, you might think of me as crazy after this, but my family is…cursed.” He explained.

Sara raised an eyebrow, “cursed?” She asked, giving a chuckle.

“Yeah. Um…my great, great, great, great grandfather on my dad’s side messed with the paranormal when he was young and my family ended up cursed.” Artemis explained.

“Well, that sounds great.” Sara said, sarcastically.

Artemis chuckled, “well it wasn’t. He befriended Moonjumper and the rest of the spirits, and ended up betraying him.”

“How?”

“Sara, this event happened so long ago, and unlike today no one was big on demons, ghosts, or the paranormal.”

Sara was hit with realization and realized what Artemis’s ancestor did. “Makes sense.”

“Yeah, Moonjumper was angry so a curse was planted on my family.” Artemis explained. He looked down and pulled his knees close to his chest, “I could be living a normal life one second, and soon an unexplained scenario happens and it all goes crumbling down.”

Sara sighed, she realized she and Artemis were the same. Both had, or in Artemis’s case his own family member, messed with demons and had to pay the price.

She wasn’t even sure if she should tell Artemis her scenario with demons. At least no one died or almost died at the hands of it.

“Though, what got you interested in researching Moonjumper?” Artemis asked.

“O-Oh.” Sara replied. “Well, last night he appeared to me and took me home.”

Artemis’s eyes widened as he looked up at his friend. “D-Did he hurt you?”

“N-No! He didn’t!” Sara exclaimed. “He did…kiss me though.”

Artemis blushed, and hid his face and groaned. “I told you he ruins things for me!” He yelled, his muffled being covered.

“He didn’t hurt me like you said!” Sara reassured him.

“I know, it’s just I don’t want him in the way of my life!” Artemis exclaimed.

Sara froze. He and I are the same, She thought to herself. “S-Sorry. I didn’t know.”

Artemis sighed, lifted up his face and turned towards Sara. “It’s okay. I guess you think I’m crazy now.”

“Nah, I don’t think you're crazy.” Sara said. “I’ve seen it, and what you’ve told me. That isn’t crazy.”

Artemis chuckled and smiled. “I’m glad.” He said, putting his arm around Sara.

Sara slightly blushed and smiled. However, inside she knew she had to tell Artemis the truth about her past demons. Right now she nuzzled into the hug enjoying this tender moment together.

After sitting comfortably for a while, Artemis and Sara got up and started to walk back to Dreamworld. “So, is Moonjumper good or bad?” Sara asked.

Artemis thought for a second before giving his answer, “mischievous is how I put it. He doesn’t mean harm.” He explained.

Sara chuckled, “well that’s relief! Now I can reassure Wiatt that we’re not in danger!” She exclaimed.

Artemis laughed, “he’s that scared of spirits?” He asked.

“N-No he’s not. Just…a lot of us at Dreamworld are a bit uncomfortable with bad spirits.” Sara explained, not looking her friend in the eyes.

Artemis frowned, “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He said.

“No. I do want to tell you. Just-“

“It’s a lot to take in if you told me?” Artemis asked, cutting Sara off.

“Y-Yeah.” She replied with a nod.

“That’s fine. Just when you're ready to talk about it, I’m here to listen.”

Sara gave a small smile, “thank you.”

Artemis smiled as the two made it back to Dreamworld Entertainment.

The rest of the day was uneventful, with it being a normal day of work and fun.

At night in her apartment, Sara was sleeping but she constantly shifted in her sleep, looking distressed.

Sara was alone walking through a destroyed Dreamworld Entertainment. She gulped as she walked further into the workplace she long since achieved.

“L-Lewis! Eric!” Sara called out.

No answer, just rubble falling off of what’s left of the facility.

“Wiatt! Oliver! Anyone!” Sara called out again.

She kept walking until the lights turned on, showing Artemis. Sara gave a smile seeing someone she trusted was there as she ran towards him.

“Why did you do it?” Artemis asked in a low growl.

Sara froze confused. “W-What?” She asked.

Artemis walked over, and Sara felt frightened seeing him glare at her. “Why did you kill innocent people?” He asked.

“I-I-“ Sara stuttered trying to find the words, but she couldn’t.

“I what?! Are you crazy?! Mad?! What kind of person are you!” Artemis yelled, taking a step towards her.

Sara felt tears in her eyes, as Artemis backed her into a corner. “I-I-I didn’t mean to! No one was supposed to get hurt! I regret it! I’m sorry!” She yelled.

“I’m sorry?” Artemis asked. “You think this whole thing deserves a “I’m sorry?”

Sara whimpered, as she sank down to the ground.

Artemis glared with a scoff, “your pathetic. A mistake. I should’ve let you DIE from those robbers!”

Each word made Sara’s heart break.

Each word, Sara let out a sob.

Blue puppet strings started to wrap around Sara’s arms and legs before slamming her to the ground.

It felt painful, almost real.

She felt bloody hands on top of her, and she turned seeing it was the corpses of her friends dragging her away.

“I hope you enjoy Hell, Sara Covetman.” Artemis said, before turning away from her, and walking away.

“N-No! Artemis! You don’t understand! Come back! Let me explain!” Sara screamed, but the corpses of her friends kept dragging her away into the shadows. “L-Let go of me! I’m sorry!” Sara removed the corpses off of her, but the puppet strings held her back, choking her.

“Artemis! Help me!” Sara yelled. Soon the corpses dragged her into the shadows as red eyes looked down at her.

“NO!” Sara screamed as she fell out of bed. She breathed heavily as she looked around seeing she was safe in her room, not at the facility, no dead friends, no…Litho.

Her heart pounded rapidly, almost like at any moment it would break through her chest. She breathed heavily as tears slowly appeared in her eyes. Quickie, she grabbed her phone and called Artemis.

“Pick up. Pick up.” Sara begged, as the tears started to fall from her eyes.

“S-Sara?” Artemis asked on the other line of the phone.

“A-Artemis.” Sara stuttered.

“A-Are you ok?” He asked. “Y-You sound scared?”

Sara let out a cry, trying to speak to her friend over the phone. “I-I had a nightmare. I-I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Artemis’s eyes widened and on his end of the phone sounded like he opened the door ready to leave. “I-I’ll be right over!” He exclaimed before hanging up.

Sara looked at her phone and breathed heavily. She waited as tears fell from her eyes. It scared her because that could happen once Artemis finds out about her past, and he’d leave her.

She thought once she ended her contract with Litho things would be better, her friends have forgiven her, heck people like Wiatt and Damien forgave her. However, she knew some people didn’t, and it scared her that her past will come back to light and she’d be seen as a monster.

A knock was heard and Sara quickly ran and opened the door, not bothering to look to see who it was. She stood frozen seeing Artemis. The latter looked horrified seeing Sara crying.

“A-Are you-“ Artemis was cut off as Sara tackled him into a hug. He fell to the ground as Sara sobbed into his chest.

“D-Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me.” Sara begged in between sobs.

Artemis glanced at Sara and hugged her tight. “I-I won’t.” He said. “I won’t.”

Sara cried, holding Artemis as tight as she could. “I-It was horrible, y-you,” she couldn’t explain the dream as the memories of it still played in her head.

Artemis shushed Sara and rubbed her back. “You don’t have to explain. I’m here now. I’m here.” He whispered.

#a hat in time #ahit #covetmoon #welcome to dreamworld #wtdw #crossover crack ship #crackship #ahit moonjumper #wtdw sara

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cobwebliss · 4 months

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A couple things I want to point out, as well.

"Her name had been Trixie. She owned a walk-in closet packed full of expensive designer black leather catsuits and was approaching thirty. The collar she had specially crafted to fit around Chester’s throat was made of white leather and inlaid with the word WORM in cotton-candy pink rhinestones."

"White had never looked good on him. Chester’s skin is so pale that light colors are often hit or miss on his person. Top that off with his shaggy blond hair, nearly down to the nape of his neck since they started college, and the band of the old collar had nearly blended in with his throat. Black, on the other hand, has always been a striking color on his best friend. Striking in the way a nice suit is. Classy.

When Chester opens the box and sees the collar sitting there on the white satin pillow, he just freezes up like a deer in the headlights. Beside him, Parker chews at his lip, waiting for some sort of reaction. It’s such a simple collar compared to his old one. No rhinestones to bite into his skin. A little thinner so that he can move his head with more ease. The embossing is elegant but discrete, not on display for the whole world to see, but hidden on the inside where only the two of them will ever be aware of its existence."

-Quotes from Claimed & Collared, October 10, 2021

-Ad for Life of Luxury Merch, on the video It Waits Until You Fall Asleep, April 8, 2022

"It’s exhilarating. The way the sound of breathing just cuts off, abruptly, like that. He feels movement in Chester’s throat, it feels like he’s trying to swallow but Parker’s fingers are in the way. Then something just sort of hits and Chester’s eyes relax, lids lowering until he looks like he’s stoned out of his mind. Parker doesn’t loosen his grip and Chester doesn’t do anything to stop him. The fingers on Parker’s bicep are holding firmly, indicating Chester is still conscious, still in complete control of his mind, but he doesn’t squeeze. Soon, his face begins to redden. His fingers twitch. Parker swallows, feeling a bead of sweat go down his face. Chester’s leg kicks below them once, twice. Not struggling, almost more of a reflex."

-Quotes from Claimed & Collared, October 10, 2021

-She Thought Her Little Brother Was Dead, January 7, 2022

Listen, I'm not saying that they've been reading my stories and getting ideas from them, but also, they should let me write the episodes.

#life of luxury

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friendly-neighborhood-imbecille · 2 years

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Summary: Maddie offers phantom a truce

The woods were always calming after a long day of fighting ghosts, avoiding his parents and trying and failing not to fall asleep in class. The air was clean and cool, both humans and humanoid ghosts tended to avoid it for the most part, it was far enough away from the city that he could see the stars unobstructed by streetlights, and sometimes he was able to catch glimpse of the occasional opossum, skunk or armadillo. But best of all, it was peaceful. No loud banging noises or crashing out of nowhere, no yelling or explosions, it was the perfect place to get a good night’s sleep. Especially when he couldn’t stay over at Sam or Tucker’s house.

It was nice to be able to get away from everything for a little while, just lie down on a tree branch and watch the forest.

Of course, sooner or later, something eventually always disrupted that peace and quiet. A faint electronic beeping sound faded into existence, echoed by twigs snapping underfoot. It grew louder and louder, and soon faint muttering was added to the list of sounds. Danny instinctively turned invisible and started floating higher up into the tree to put more distance between him and the possible threat steadily moving closer.

A teal figure made its way through the trees, waving a metal device back and forth in front of it before stopping right underneath his tree and looking around as if searching for something.

“Phantom, I know you’re here. I’m not going to hurt you, just come out.”

Danny hesitated before slowly making his way down to the lowest branch on the tree. It was tall enough that he would be far out of reach, but low enough that conversation wouldn’t be difficult.

“Maddie, what are you doing here?”

Maddie craned her head up to look to the source of the voice, then put the tracker in a bag on her belt and lifted her goggles and her hood to reveal her face.

“You helped us yesterday with that Spectra ghost, I’m here to offer a truce.”

Danny’s eyes widened in shock. “Really?”

“Yes, do you accept?”

Danny swung his legs over the side of the branch and started kicking his feet in excitement. “Yeah, of course, I’ve been trying to form an alliance between us since-” Maddie held up a hand to cut him off.

“Not an alliance, just a truce, and on one condition.”

Danny shrunk into himself and tensed slightly in preparation to flee if necessary. “What is it? Cause if you want to study my insides I’m gonna have to say-”

“You answer a couple questions.”

“Oh.” He forced himself to relax again. “Okay. Ask away then I guess.”

“January 12, 2004, why did you kidnap Mayor Montez?”

Of course that was the first question, but at least now he had a chance to explain himself. And since she was asking for an answer, maybe she’d actually listen to him this time.

“Okay, no, I didn’t do that.”

Maddie pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance. She never believed him when he said that, probably because he’d never been able to explain what he meant by that before being shot at before. “But we saw you, we were there.”

“But I didn't do it!” Danny protested, gesturing wildly in frustration. “He was possessed, he grabbed me and made it look like I did that. I was completely framed.”

Maddie raised an eyebrow. “Well, if you’re so innocent, why did you shoot at us that day?” She smirked as if she’d caught him in a lie.

“I thought you guys were possessed too. Is that so unbelievable? I’ve said that like, a million times before.”

“And April 8, 2005?”

Danny flinched and scratched the back of his neck. “Okay, that ringmaster was mind controlling me. You saw his weird swirly staff, that thing was like, magic or something. And didn’t you go to his show? Didn’t you guys notice something off about that guy? And all the loot ended up in his train, doesn’t that seem at least a bit suspicious?”

Maddie paused to think. “I suppose so. Where do you go when you aren’t hunting ghosts?”

“What?”

“You know, where do you stay?” Maddie crossed her arms and tilted her head. “It obviously isn’t the ghost zone, you get to the fights too fast for that.”

“Oh, um, well, the park is a nice place to sleep, lots of, uh, trees?” He swung his legs back and forth in unison and patted the trunk of the tree he was sitting in for emphasis.

“You don’t have a haunt?”

He shook his head. “No, and if I’m being honest, I don’t really know what that is.”

“Hmmm.” Maddie held her chin in thought for a couple seconds before a look of realization took over her face. “How old are you?”

Danny froze, he didn’t really want to answer this one. Any concrete information would lead to digging, and he couldn’t risk that.

“Do you mean physically or?” He trailed off, scratching at his shoulder.

“When did you die, how long ago, how old were you then?”

He hunched into himself and hesitated before responding. “Well, I’m not gonna give you specifics, but around 2 years, and early teens.”

“I was thinking so, around 12-13?” Maddie tilted her head questioningly.

Danny did a double take. “Do I really look, wait, no, not gonna respond to that.”

“And what was your name before you died?” Maddie grinned “I’m assuming it wasn’t Inviso-Bill?”

“Again with that?” Danny groaned. “And nope, not gonna answer that one.”

“Okay, then you can answer this one instead. What did Spectra mean about your parents?”

Danny froze. He was hoping that her and Jack hadn’t heard what Spectra had been saying to him during that fight. A lot of what she had said, he wasn’t ready to face himself, let alone tell others, or even let them know. “You listened to all that?”

“It would be difficult to not have considering she said it while we were fighting her.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true. Look, my parents aren’t bad people, they just…” He trailed off, thinking of what to say. He didn’t want to tell her any of this, didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but if he said it as phantom then it didn’t really matter, did it? She had no way of knowing it was about her. “They shouldn’t have been parents.”

“Why is that?” To anyone else her voice would sound the same as it did earlier. Cold, logical, and curious, but he could hear something different. She almost sounded concerned.

“Well, they sometimes don’t, they didn’t notice when I was missing, or when I was hurt. I mean, once I broke my arm and they didn’t even know it.” He should probably stop talking. Just because he could say this didn’t mean he should. This wasn’t really the best time for this conversation. This was too much information. “They forgot to buy food sometimes, and they, it feels like they cared more about their work than me.”

“Their work?”

“Yeah, they worked on some pretty dangerous stuff. It’s actually how I got to be this way, you know, not alive.” He needed to stop talking, but he couldn’t. Even though he was shaking, even though his throat had started to close off, he kept going. “I don’t blame them for it, I was messing with stuff I knew was dangerous. But maybe there shouldn’t have been a possibility of it happening at all, you know? Maybe the adults should have been in charge of that, enough that I wasn’t able to get hurt at least. I could tell that they really loved me, but it hurt, knowing that I’d always be second place to a cluster of metal.”

He felt out of breath just from talking, his core was thrumming a million miles a minute, like he had just narrowly escaped some horrible fate, he couldn’t believe he had just said that, he wished he hadn’t said that, but at the same time he felt relieved, like he had just set down a giant weight he had been carrying for years.

It took Maddie a few seconds to process the information, but when she did, she looked almost sad. “I’m sorry that happened to you, you didn’t deserve that. No child deserves that.”

Danny looked down to his feet. “I guess not.”

They both stayed frozen like that for a couple minutes before Maddie stretched her arm up.

“I look forward to working with you Phantom.”

Danny hesitantly floated down and shook her hand.

“Same here.”

#danny pantom #danny fenton #maddie fenton #my fics #fanfiction #The Fentons' A+ parenting

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heyitsellebell · 4 months

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elle’s diary - Page 43 - 28/12/23 @ 8:51pm

heya! Hope you’re well! Had a nice day today :) Woke up around 10:45, it was a hot night so I didn’t fall asleep until the early morning. I fried up some bacon and had it with some toast for breakfast (I had that passionfruit curd on my toast again, so yummm). While trying to make a coffee I thought I broke the coffee machine. I felt like I was pulling a lever on a train track when I was pressing the pod in the machine. Turned out I hadn’t emptied the receptacle for ages and dirty coffee water started flowing out of it lol. I thought it broke on the inside or something. False alarm tho.

After enjoying my coffee and breakfast I got ready to leave the place I was house-sitting with my sister. Packed up my clothes, cleaned up my room, and made sure I had everything with me. We took the dog with us for a lil car trip to meet my mum at my home. She was so sweet with her. We went for a good walk and then I said goodbye to my sister and the doggo. I had such a fun time chilling with them, so I was a little sad. After that I unpacked my stuff and relaxed with Prue for a while. I missed her so much!

I also unpacked my Christmas stocking, which I hadn’t realised was stuffed! I wasn’t expecting it as I just wanted to take it out as decoration. I got a really sweet assortment of gifts including one of my favourite sweets, a cool Mario Bros ornament, and chocolate coins amongst some other nice things! (Check out the attached pic!) Such a lovely surprise. We then had dinner (the last of the Christmas leftovers), and I’ve been chilling on the couch with Prue until now! I think I’m gonna work on the vocals for ‘Achilles’ tomorrow! I’ve been itching to get to them but was too tired after all the social stuff of December. I’ve also been listening to the track list of ‘elsewhere’ with my cheap earphones (or earphone, the right side broke ages ago) to see how it sounds on a different listening device. It’s something I do with everyone one of my releases before I put it out, and the songs sound great! A bit more treble is present in the sound, but the songs still feel balanced and close to the listener. Alrighty, I think that’s gonna be all for now! Thanks for reading and take care of yourself <3

lots of love,

elle xoxo

#breakfast #coffee #dogs #christmas #walking in nature #dog walking #dinner #haha oops #summer #dayinmylife #daily blog #musician #indie artist #music producer #blogger #christmas gifts

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kissthesun-gvf · 1 year

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Everywhere, Everything

INTRO: My first real post is here!! This is the first thing I’ve written that’s really come together… and ngl I’m a little nervous to post it, but excited to put something out there. Pretty please let me know what you think, ily <3

WARNINGS: none, just a little Jake fluff that’s been on my mind recently :)

The day had been draining. 8 hours in a lab hunched over a bench, mixing chemicals and looking into microscopes until your head ached. To say you were tired was an understatement. After what felt like an eternal drive home, you found solace in opening your front door to find Jake standing in the kitchen waiting for you. You haphazardly dropped your keys in the bowl by the door and kicked off your uncomfortable shoes. Your mood must have been palpable because the first thing Jake said to you was “hey darlin, long day?” Not even having the energy to speak, you shuffled towards his open arms and he wrapped you up tight, making you smile as you took a breath of his cologne. His hand came up to massage through your hair. “You wanna tell me about it?” He tried, careful not to pressure you. You sighed before explaining. “The cells died. We treated them with the new treatment and by the time I got to the microscope they were already fading. After months of growing them.” Jake pressed his lips to your forehead and hugged you tighter. There were parts of your job that he didn’t understand, but he knew how passionate you were about your work, and how important it was to you. “What do you need?” He asked, looking into your eyes. “Shower?” He started to move, but you pulled him back in. “Just a minute,” you whispered, continuing to take in the presence you had been missing all day.

He held you until you remembered how nice a hot shower sounded, and led you to the bathroom. You took off your clothes while he turned on the shower and grabbed you a new towel from the closet. Just as you stepped into the hot water, you noticed Jake open the shower door, hair tied up into a bun. “Want some company?” he asked sweetly, with no sexual intent. He knew just what you needed. You nodded and he stepped in behind you, letting you lean back onto him while you relaxed into the warm water. You closed your eyes and he ran his hands over your body, his touch sweet and calm. You turned to wet your hair and grinned at him, which was returned with his signature smirk. He stepped closer and started washing your hair for you, something you often did for him on late nights after a show. He took his time working the shampoo in and rinsing it out, following it with conditioner. While that sit, he washed your face for you as well, delicately running his hands over your tired face. At this point you were nearly falling asleep, so when you realized he was no longer touching you, your eyes shot open. “Feeling better?” he asked, a hint of concern on his face. The night had made Jake realize how truly burnt out you were, and he wanted to make sure he was doing everything he could for you. “So much better, thank you Jakey,” you smiled and leaned into him. “I think I’ll be asleep the minute my head hits the pillow”. He took his head in your hands and lifted you up for a kiss. “Not just yet, sweet girl.” A look of confused spread across your face, causing Jake to laugh. “You finish up in here, I’m gonna go start on dinner. I’m not letting you go to bed without a meal.” “You’re too good to me, Jacob.” You planted a kiss on his lips. “Jacob?” He leaned back to look at you, hands still on either side of your face as the water massaged your back. “She gets serious when I mention cooking,” he laughed before leaving the shower.

You took your time to rinse your hair and wash your body before stepping out to put on one of the many sweatshirts of Jake’s you had stolen, along with a pair of sleep shorts, before padding into the kitchen to see what Jake had cooking. “Smells good,” you mumbled, pulling the sleeve of the sweatshirt around your hands and wrapping your arms around his waist. “Just pasta,” he replied casually. Jake was a great chef, and he knew it; he was always in the kitchen making you something to try, or just dancing around while he experimented with a new recipe. You hopped up onto the counter, a place you found yourself often while he cooked, and he paused for a moment to make your way over to you. “You know, I think I could get used to this,” you smiled as he took his hands in yours. “I think I’m gonna finish this meal, pour you a drink, and we should finish the night with a movie on the couch. That sound good, doll?” “That sounds more than perfect, love…” you hummed, closing your eyes and leaning into him. “What?” he whispered back, knowing there was something you weren’t saying. “Tonight was everything I needed, Jakey. I don’t deserve you.” You meant it in nothing more than a sweet way, but he always hated when you said things like that. “Babe,” he took his face in your hands like he had done earlier, forcing you to look at him. “You came home exhausted after a long day of literally curing cancer. The least I could do is take care of you. And it’s still nothing compared to everything you do for me.” You bumped your forehead against his, grinning. “I’m treating cancer, babe, not curing it. And that’s assuming it works…” “It will work,” he kissed your forehead. “Because you’re incredible,” he planted a kiss to your nose, “and intelligent”, another kiss, to your lips this time, “and I love you, more than everything else.” Your heart was bursting knowing the love you and Jake shared. Despite the busy lives you both had, you could always come back to each other in these moments. “You are everything, Jacob Thomas. This is everything.”

#jake gvf #gvf blurb #gvf fluff #greta van fleet #gvf fic #jake kiszka

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grumpygreenwitch · 3 months

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The Witches and Wizards Job 5-6

For the record, authors who write well with a first person perspective have my utmost respect. It's unspeakably HARD.

Also, as a treat, while it is currently updating once per week here, once it's finished it'll jump to being updated once a day. The week is just so I can have breathing (writing) room in case something should happen.

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Let me tell you how the Boston thing went down.

It was late summer, so as far as Chicago was concerned it was fall already. Nightfall had brought up a heavy mantle of fog from Lake Michigan; it made the dark of the night all the more profound, muffling sounds, blurring sights and scents. Anything could've been lurking in that iron-scented blanket, good or evil.

And for once, it wasn't my problem.

I've never been a man to shy away from a fight, but I'm not the sort that goes looking for one, either. You give me a chance to do nothing for a night, and I will absolutely take it. Unfortunately, life hardly ever gave me those sorts of chances; when it did, usually something big, bad, possibly angry and definitely violent landed on my doorstop as soon as I'd put on my comfortable slippers. And since I was on my second cup of tea, working my way through a nice little paperback, feet up, bathrobe on, and nothing was happening, I was a little… nervous.

It's not that I have bad luck. Well, alright, I do have questionable luck, at best. But when you're the only guy on the Chicago Yellow Pages listed under W for Wizard, Professional, your workload tends to get either a little silly or a lot weird. In my case, it usually also involved a heaping helping of life-threatening and limb-mangling. It was to the point where I didn't know if I remembered how to relax, which was a sad state of affairs for anyone, let alone someone who'd just caught up on rent and bills. I couldn't even remember the last time I actually had money to my name after paying for everything involved with being a responsible, working adult.

It was almost a relief when the knock on my door finally came. Almost.

Except that I was home.

No one ever came to my home unannounced bearing good news, not even me. I looked at my roommates. Mouse, my brand-new cow-sized dog, cocked an ear at the door and kept snoring. Mister, my dog-sized cat, asleep on top of Mouse, didn't dignify the noise with even that. Since both of them have always been a little more dedicated to their self-preservation than me to mine, I chose to trust them. I put aside the cup and and the book, and headed for the door.

I still grabbed my staff, though. Fool me once and all that.

The door opened to a vast patchwork sea of fog. I could feel it, like a living thing, trying to worm its way in, looking for bones to chill and joints to make achy. Look, I said the fog was pretty, not that it was nice.

There was a man standing a few steps from my door. He wore a long black coat against the night chill, had curly dark hair and a friendly face. He looked pretty harmless, all things said. By his side he had a gorgeous woman wrapped in a white jacket, wavy black hair framing an olive-skinned face like a silver screen's star. They both looked calm. A little curious, maybe. They were both wearing the sort of clothing you see on the newspaper under the 'Social Events' heading.

"Mister Dresden, good evening," the man said politely.

I closed the door.

And locked it.

Both their coats were plain, very unadorned, nothing fancy, not even the buttons, and that was just the first problem. Only people who already know they're the nastiest predator in the room dressed like that, expensive but unassuming, elegant and comfortable both. Just like Johnny "Gentleman" Marcone, one of my personal pains in the ass and probably the most powerful crime boss in Chicago. I'd only gotten a passing look at what they wore under the coats, but I already knew it was way too expensive for my peace of mind.

The second was the distance. They'd knocked and immediately stepped back a good four steps from the door. Two steps would've been a nice, modest courtesy. Four meant they expected someone to come out swinging. Only four meant they were pretty sure they could take someone that came out swinging.

Life taught me early on how to cold-read a room. I got good enough at it that I could also tell when someone was doing it to me. I wouldn't have sworn to it, but I had that unhappy feeling crawling up my spine that said the woman had been doing it from the moment I'd opened the door. The man had been a little slower: he'd probably been waiting for me to speak.

And in general, women that gorgeous never paid any attention to me unless they wanted me dead. I knew one exception to the rule, on a good day. Maybe two. Also, no one ever calls me 'Mister Dresden'. 'Dresden' was about as polite as it got. 'Wizard Dresden', maybe, when someone was feeling notoriously pissy or murderously smug. 'Harry' only happened when I was among friends.

I stayed close to the door, and heard the woman berating the man, but I couldn't make out any words. I was hoping they'd leave on their own, mainly because not knowing who or what they were, I didn't know if I could chase them off. Instead, there was another knock.

"Mister Dresden?" It was the woman; she had a ghost of a Brit accent, enough to sound nice without being cloying. "We're terribly sorry to have barged in like this," she said. "We have a business proposition for you that we felt couldn't wait -"

If there's any words in the English language more dangerous than those, I couldn't think of them at the moment.

"- but obviously this is not a matter to be discussed at home. Maybe lunch would be better? Say tomorrow, twelve, at Ricardo's?"

… Ok, my bad. Baiting me into a trap by inviting me to one of the best Italian joints in Chicago was maybe a little more dangerous. I've skipped meals often enough in this life to appreciate a free lunch as much as anyone else.

"We'll be waiting. Just ask for Nathan Ford. Good night." I heard them walk away, speaking in the quiet tones of someone who knew no fear of anything that might be hiding in the fog.

SIX

I decided to walk into the trap. I did shower and shave, though, just in case it wasn't a trap. I even cleaned my coat. I still got a look from the maitre'd when I showed up. I didn't blame him; he had nearly six feet of beanpole dressed in clean hand-me-downs in front of him, at the head of a line that smelled like money from around the block. No amount of shaving was ever going to make me look like I belonged there.

I still got escorted to the best table in the house. I could feel that trap tightening, but the smell of their osso bucco was making my stomach growl and my mouth water. The two people from the night before were sitting already, wine glass half full for her, sparkling water for him.

Huh.

In the light of day the woman was even more beautiful than I'd thought. She had an earthy beauty, a sort of human quality that made you want to trust her, to like her. She was wearing one of those dresses again, deceptively simple in creamy green, but so well-made that it hugged every curve and managed to leave everything and nothing to the imagination. She was wearing a plain gold chain with a little pendant that looked, felt, old and priceless, and matching earrings. Her eyes were naturally dark and smoky, and she was chuckling low at something the man had said, her eyes full of affection.

It figured. All the good ones were always taken.

The man looked rumpled… But I realized as I looked him over that it was nearly the same way I look rumpled. His clothes were good, he just wasn't comfortable in them. He'd put on a mask to come meet me, and the suit was just part of the costume. He was, as I'd seen the night before, friendly, even harmless-looking. Which only made me even more nervous. A pile of leaves wasn't a threat until you stepped on the rattler hiding in it.

"Ah, mister Dresden." They both stood up to greet me, the woman taking point. "So glad you decided to join us."

"I'm a horribly curious man," I admitted as we all sat down. "And you said you had a business proposition. I should warn you, I don't do overseas."

She laughed a little. "No, not overseas."

"But there would be some traveling involved," the man said evenly. Even his voice had that friendly, laidback quality. He was making me very nervous.

"I am Sophie Deveraux. This is Nathan Ford. We run a small operation in New England, Boston -"

I wasn't quick enough to keep from grimacing openly.

"Is that a problem?" Ford asked mildly.

"I work in Chicago," I said, because I wasn't about to admit the real problem to these two strangers.

"We are willing to make any travel arrangements you require, mister Dresden," Deveraux persisted. "We require your services in-situ as a consultant."

My brain screeched to a halt. "I'm sorry, what?"

"We need a wizard," Ford said bluntly. "You're the only one we could find that has anything even remotely like credentials."

That was a weird thing to say, if only because one, yes, absolutely a wizard but two, credentials didn't happen in my line of work. I got most of my clients through word of mouth and desperation.

"Unfortunately, Boston is non-negotiable," Deveraux said mildly.

"I'll save you the lunch, then." I would have loved to try Ricardo's lobster sauce ravioli, but I didn't see the meeting going anywhere. Even if I'd been willing to brave the Nevernever for a trip of that magnitude, Boston was a mess I really didn't want to touch.

"You haven't heard our offer, mister Dresden. Please, at least hear us out while you eat?" she persisted.

She was pretty, and friendly, and just because the last job had paid the bills didn't mean they weren't gonna come back. That's what bills do, after all. "I don't travel. Magic and technology don't mix well. I don't want to think what would happen if I got on a plane -"

"Train?" she suggested immediately.

"Ship?" Ford added. "Charter bus?

"Hired driver?"

It came at me so quickly, so rapid-fire, that I had trouble for a moment figuring out what they'd done. I'd put out a problem, and immediately their first reaction had been to find workarounds. All the delicious pasta smells in the world couldn't drown out the warning bells going off in my head. "Uh, what'd you say you people do?"

"We didn't," Ford replied.

"Much like you, mister Dresden -"

"Harry, please." It was getting hard to remember that I didn't know these people, they were the ones who'd looked me up, and they didn't have a reason to attack me, yet; the formality had a lot to do with that.

Deveraux smiled at me and I felt vaguely jealous of Ford on the spot. "Harry," she purred. "Much like you, we solve problems for people who have very few options left otherwise. Like you, we are a very small operation and rely mostly on the goodwill we create with our success to secure further clients. That's why it's so important that we do succeed, and that is why it's so important that we secure your help."

I was about to ask if they were a cult when three white-clad staff came out of the kitchen, followed by Ricardo himself. Deveraux gasped in delight as plates were set down before us all. My stomach whined pathetically when I reminded it I was going to say no to the job.

"Rica!" She greeted the owner like they were friends, no benefits, and the man beamed back at her. "A feast! You made all my favorites, you didn't miss one!"

"Nothing is too good for Sophie Deveraux," he replied, beaming, and they launched into a conversation in rapid-fire Italian.

Which left me and Ford alone at the table. I eyed the man. He wouldn't meet my eyes, busy picking at the food.

"So you solve problems."

"So to speak," he agreed neutrally.

"Are you hitmen?"

"Uh, no, mister Dresden. Where possible, we try to keep everyone involved from dying."

It wasn't just what he'd said, but the way he said it, that made the bells in my head go off even louder. Ford hadn't hesitated, not in answering, not with the answer itself.

"And you need a wizard."

That did make him pause. I expected it to.

"We need someone in your field to advise us during this current job."

"Uh-huh. Even though you don't believe in magic at all?"

Ford went very still, and leveled a look on me that was the first honest gesture I'd seen from the man. There was ice in that look, a depth of ruthlessness that made me wince a little bit, and which matched the first perception I'd gotten from him with his answer about hitmen. This was someone quite capable of killing; he simply chose not to.

"Even though you don't like me?" I added.

"I don't like a lot of people in this world, mister Dresden," he replied politely, getting a piece of shrimp and avocado crostini. "That doesn't mean I won't use their services if the situation calls for it."

"Well, that's honest if nothing else."

"I've found honesty is the best policy when hiring someone."

"I don't travel. I can't travel, not right now. I have a dog that's still growing into his paws."

"Can't you kennel it?"

Oof. Well, after that, I didn't like him either. "Mouse is not the sort of dog you kennel."

"You have a dog?" By contrast Deveraux, returning to the table, looked excited to hear that. "What kind?"

"Um, Tibetan Temple Mastiff."

"Tibetan Mastiff, that's a big dog," Ford commented neutrally.

"No, not a Tibetan Mastiff. Tibetan Temple Mastiff."

They both stared at me for a long moment, long enough that I began to wonder if I'd misjudged them. "Is it actually a dog?" Deveraux asked neutrally.

"I think so. It's just… I can't kennel him. So, you know, another reason I can't take the job."

"Bring him with you," she said blithely. "We'll make accommodations."

Ok, I hadn't expected that. "Uh."

"It's a dog," Ford said stiffly. "We can pay for him to kennel it."

"He's not kenneling his dog, Nate," she told him tartly.

"But -"

"We don't expect you to do anything risky, Harry," she carried on. "We just want you on hand to answer questions and advice us on some matters. Think of it as a very nice sabbatical. You've won a trip, all expenses paid, to Boston. "

"That's the other thing. Boston is…"

"Boston is what?" There was a tight defensiveness in Ford's seemingly innocent question that brought my attention right back to the man.

Guess it was a good thing I wasn't interested in insulting his home turf. "Magically speaking, Boston is… very busy." I was trying to figure out how to say what I wanted to say without breaking a dozen covenants and laws.

"Is there something specific to your… job," Ford asked mildly, "that you need, a permit, a license, to be able to come to Boston?"

"It's not that, it's… It'd be a bit like a Yankees fan walking into a Red Sox bar mid-season."

"Ah." Ford reeled back.

"No one needs to know you're coming," Deveraux protested.

"Oh, they'd know." It was the first time she'd said something that betrayed how little she actually knew about me and magic. That was also when I realized how very neatly I'd been sidetracked from the most important question. "What's this job you're doing that you need a wizard for it?"

They both crossed a look. The warning bells drew in a deep breath and screamed even louder.

Deveraux opened her mouth. Ford beat her to it. "We don't know." He grabbed a fork again.

"You - you came all the way from Boston to Chicago to hire me and you don't know why?"

Ford took a moment to think. "No," he admitted readily before setting to work on the fettucini. "We don't know. That's precisely why we're hiring a wizard."

"We rarely need to bring in outside contractors for our work, Harry," Deveraux explained. "We, as a team, have a very, very large pool of knowledge and expertise. This time, however, we have found a situation that falls outside that pool."

"Someone must have told you what you were looking for. People don't just wake up one day and decide, 'oh, I think a wizard will solve all my problems today'."

"Someone did," Ford agreed. "That is need-to-know information."

"Well, I need to know."

"And we need a wizard in Boston."

"Harry," Deveraux shot Ford a look that betrayed the kind of steel needed to like a man with so much ice in his soul. When she faced me, though, she was all warmth once again. The woman was a damn chameleon. "We need you. It's as simple as that. You are the only wizard we could find who is, I hate to use this word, reputable. We will make any traveling arrangements you require, for you and your dog. We will make any living arrangements you want in Boston, for you both. We will cover all of your expenses. And we will pay you a consultant's fee."

"You don't know my rates." The sheer amount of money Deveraux was offering made the bells in my head shut up real quick. It made me want to shut up and say yes, too. My voice came out a little croaky, even I could hear it. I grabbed for the water to try and wash the shock down.

"They weren't hard to find out," she countered mildly. She gestured at Ford, who handed her a folded piece of paper. "And if your talents are a match to your reputation, they're quite ungenerous."

"I don't think it's too much to ask -"

"To you, Harry. They're ungenerous to you. This is our offer." She slid the piece of paper over to me.

I read it. Word of advice: don't drink and read money offers from gorgeous women who solve other people's problems for a living at the same time. The water went places it had no business visiting and I started coughing. There was a very, very big number on that piece of paper. "I can't stay out of Chicago that long!"

"Harry, that's per day."

Hell's Bells but it felt like the trap had closed on me and I didn't even know when. "Do you mind if I take this offer home and think on it?"

"No, of course not." She offered me a little business card. It was, like their clothes, very plain and elegant and it said 'Leverage, Inc'. It didn't even have an address, just a phone number and an email. "When do you think you'll have an answer for us?"

As soon as I figured out who Sophie Deveraux and Nate Ford really were, and who they wanted me to kill? "Tonight."

She beamed at me. "That would be wonderful. Now while we eat, do you mind if I ask you questions? I've never spoken to a wizard before. Nothing about the job, of course."

I just grinned at her. What else could I do? She was gorgeous, that lobster aioli smelled like heaven, and there were three pieces of shrimp crostini whispering naughty things to me from their plate. "No problem."

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cythena · 4 months

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THIRST FOR ME <3

❥ — ꒰ notes ꒱ choso kamo x fem!reader, choso and reader drink, oral (m receiving), mating press, he’s not a virgin but he cums so easily, he calls reader pretty a lot, swallowing cum, praise, he pulls out

❥ — ꒰ synopsis ꒱ you’ve been babysitting this kid for a few weeks now and you just met his older brother ; 1.7k words

yuuji was a so adorable. he was a happy kid, energetic, so sweet, not the brightest, but you loved him. every friday and saturday night you would go over to the his house to babysit. they paid you very well. it was a good amount for two nights out of your week and enough to get you through college.

when you went over there, you just watched some stupid movie and cooked for him. he really liked human earthworm. he’d spend the entire movie explaining the plot and you just had to nod. the easiest cash of your life.

one thing you never understood is why they paid you. he had a brother. you’d seen the pictures, yuuji had talked about him. his name was choso and him and yuuji were half brothers.

yuuji curled up on your lap, almost falling asleep after you gave him an hour past his bedtime. his eyes were battling sleep and you knew it. you stroked his hair and pulled the blanket over him. once he fell asleep, you’d pick him up and bring him to bed.

and you did. within minutes that little boy was knocked out. you paused the tv and picked him to carry to his room. you brushed hair out his small face and rubbed his forehead to say goodnight. you turned his little nightlight on before leaving.

you glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand.

8:59

yuuji’s parents wouldn’t be home for three hours. so you decided to rewatch friday the 13th and probably fall asleep on their nice couch. they’ve walked in on you sleep a few times it would be fine.

you sat snuggled up on the couch, the suspenseful music filled the room from the tv. your feet propped against the armrest. you let your arm hang over the couch. your eyes were lazily glued to the screen.

now fully relaxed, your body shot up at the sound of the door opening. in the entrance to the living room loud footsteps echoed. but you relaxed as you remembered what his parents told you before they left.

“you yuuji’s babysitter?”

choso was his name right? he looked absolutely nothing like his little brother. he was about 10 years older than him. he looked young but still mature. maybe it was the thick tattoo across the bridge of his nose. it also could’ve been his sickly appearance from his purple eye bags on his pale skin.

you pulled the blanket up over your bare thighs and skirt now feeling intimidated from his gaze. “yeah, i am. you’re his brother, choso, right?” you replied. he nodded then set a bag on the counter and pulled it down. it was four bottles.

he turned off the light in the kitchen area. his knuckles intertwined with the necks of two bottles. with his other hand he snatched a bottle opener. you gathered your legs up on the couch as he dropped into the seat next to you.

he opened one bottle and offered it to you which you took with no hesitation. “friday? i love this movie, you into this stuff?” he asked without taking his eyes off the screen. he only barely glanced at you again.

“yeah. i love this one.”

“yuuji sleep?” looking at his side profile, he had numerous piercings— three smaller ones on his lobe and an industrial. strands of his hair covered the industrial.

“i put him to bed like 30 minutes ago,” you answered. as the movie continued, you relaxed back onto the couch. choso made some occasional commentary that you responded to, genuinely interested and enjoying his presence.

you liked the way he told you about the movie. his sorta geeky persona came out. you also liked how when he took off his jacket you could see the subtle flex of his muscles. how you just wanted him to manhandle you, put you into positions you didn’t even know existed.

could he see the way you stared him down? was that the reason behind the look he gave you.

“y/n,” he called and broke you out of your trance. “that’s your name right?”

“it is.”

he turned to you. underneath the ink on his face was a red hue. it crossed his cheeks in the same way. was he a lightweight? no, he seemed sober. you on the other hand were feeling a little buzzed.

“y/n,” he tasted your name on his tongue again with more confidence. he shuffled over to you. his hand pressed against your skirt. he large hand fit over a nice amount of your skin.

before you could even pause the tv, his other hand pushed against the back of your neck. your lips molded together seamlessly and his tongue flicked yours.

you eventually find your way on top of him. his hands rubbed on your waist down to your hips where one bunched up your tank top to pull over your chest. you managed to undo the cute spiky buns he styled. his hair sprawled against the leather couch.

“hey, pretty girl,�� he panted, “you good enough to do this?” his hands continued playing with whatever he could grab onto until you nodded. then he was forcing himself to lean against the armrest while holding you with one hand and pulling his pants down with the other.

he felt big through his pants — he was.

your hands immediately wrapped around him. both. his head fell back with a low groan. with the way you straddled his thighs and how soaked you were now, you couldn’t help rubbing your clit against him.

choso stroked your cheek as you crawled backwards to lower your head down. “you wanna taste it? fuck. i won’t stop you.” his adams apple bobbed with his swallow.

he was pale and girthy for the most part — the mushroom tip had its own rosy blush. it drew you in like candy. you couldn’t resist the instinctual first lick to his slit.

his warm salty taste filled your mouth. choso’s back arched and he let out a loud moan. his own voice reached your panties, soaking them without another touch.

“you’re so fucking good at this,” he rested his palm on your head. his other carded through his own hair while his lips parted. “shit — ngh, i-” your head bobbed deeper. more of his cock fit into your throat. “what a pretty girl swallowing —mmph- my cock.”

you pulled away with a soft pop. your hand immediately began jerking his slippery cock. and choso saw heaven. you flashed him a bright smile with your angelic laughter, “you really think i’m pretty?”

“cumming,” he strained.

you lurched back only to get your tits and face covered in his cum. white dripped down your skin and down your black bra. you wiped some off your cheek and swiped your fingers against your tongue. choso was still hard so he pulled you to hover over him.

he sat completely up with both hands on your hips. “you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen. gonna let me fuck you? wanna feel your pretty pussy, can’t wait.”

he had you clenching around nothing but his words. you writhed in his grip, desperate to feel him deep inside your guts. you stabilized yourself with his biceps. “wanna fuck you so bad choso,” you pleaded. you grabbed his cock yourself now and lined it up with your slit. “i need you inside me.”

choso slapped your hip. “of course, wanna feel you cum f’me too. c’mere,” he murmured and pulled you against him. he left a searing kiss on your lips.

“please. please put it in.”

you finally felt the pleasure of sinking yourself on his cock. it was a slow and almost sharp stretch. each second you thought he was done you felt another inch of him. he was huge and it was like he didn’t even know it. he helped you lift yourself off of him. you felt so empty with just his tip. but you forgot it as soon as he filled you right back up.

“s-s’full, choso,” you slurred and nearly fell backwards. his cock slid against your walls. he groaned and his pace only grew faster. suddenly he had your body going limp as you came. he worked you through the intensity.

with his arms wrapped around your waist, he flipped you over. you squealed as your body hit the pillows. choso quickly sheathed himself inside your hole again. the top of your head rammed into the couch pillow as he pounded into your cunt.

the room filled with the sound of choso’s hips slapping the back of your thighs. the only thing louder was your cries of his name mixed with his praises. he told you how good you felt, how gorgeous you looked, how he never wanted to stop fucking into you.

“you’re so good, y/n. the best fucking pussy, ‘ve ever had. can i cum on your tits again?”

you nodded eagerly. he was just as needy as you were. he had to feel you just as bad as you had to feel him. “cumming again! choso!” you dug your nails into his back at yet another climax. ecstasy racked through your body.

choso pulled out and pushed himself above you. you let your hands get to him before his own. you twisted your hand around his length until his cum spurted all over your tits and collarbone again.

choso got himself off of you then pulled you into his lap. he fixed your disheveled hair. you grinned at him with a face covered in cum — his cum. he made you like this. he fucked you stupid and had you clenching around his cock.

“can i get your number?” he wiped his mess off of you while his other hand fished for his phone.

you laughed again and took his phone. “sure. oh quick question, if yuuji has an older brother here why does your dad pay for a babysitter?”

“cause he likes having a pretty face around here too. we should shower together, i’ll show you something.” he tossed his phone to the side in favor of scooping you up instead.

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cartasparadani · 8 months

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Monday, August 21, 2023 @ 11:29am in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

Oi amor

I am sitting now in the airport in Jeddah waiting to board my flight to Riyadh, the capital city of Saudi Arabia. Last night I told you, but I went to a shisha lounge with my tour manager and we smoked for a while, talked, and had a good time; he dropped me off to the hotel ~1:30am and I spent the rest of the night packing my things before going to bed ~3am.

I woke up this morning, got breakfast at 7:30am, and went back to sleep before being slightly late for my ride to the airport at 8:30am (I arrived with my roommate ~8:43am; we both fell asleep haha)

Thank you for continuing to commit to working on our relationship. I told you it hurts to think you truly give up on us, so I am happy to see you continue putting in effort, I think all our efforts will be worth it as time goes on.

I am half way through my tour in the Middle East: I completed the tours in Oman and Jeddah, now I just have Riyadh (10 days) and Abu Dhabi (4 days) to go before I am back home and I have you in my arms once again. When I am back, let’s spend time up in New Hampshire again for the Monday night to Wednesday morning stretch again. If the water in New Hampshire is still nice I would like to spend time relaxing by the beach with you, taking it easy, and enjoying ourselves; let’s save the hikes and exercise activities for another time.

While in the mall in Jeddah I bought you this nice piece of clothing I thought would look great on you. I can’t wait to see you wearing my gift for me, I know you’ll look lovely.

My computer is at 3% and my flight boards soon, so I will be ending this letter shortly, but I’ll write until that comes.

I love you.

I want to learn how your mind works. I want to help you feel comfortable and safe. I know I bring up things that cause you anxiety and stress, and I never intend for these reactions to happen, I am sorry, and thank you for enduring the pain I unintentionally cause you.

All I want is a happy life together. I want a happy life where we are a team and work together to address the issues and concerns that arise in one another. We will never have conflict with each other, it will never be us against one another. Always and forever we will be a team and it will be us against the concerns and problems we have.

I appreciate that you’ve made the “cartasparasean” Tumblr page. I appreciate this page because I am able to understand your mind better. I also appreciate this page because we will have this thread of thoughts and letters for a lifetime to come and maybe one day we can show our children.

Let this letter be the first in a long line of letters to come of my own, written only for you, men amor, my love, minha mulher, minha bebe.

I love you

I love you today I love you tomorrow I love you for every day to come

Thank you for loving me. Thank you for putting energy and attention into me and into our relationship.

Let us set goals together, explore the world, and live life to all extents, until we are long gone, and even then, let us stay together for what comes next. I love this.

I love you I love you I love you

Forever and always these word will be true, but just in case, I’ll remind you for as long as I can speak, and even if I cannot speak another word, I will write it out. If I can no longer write, I will wink at you, and know that this means that I love you. I love you. I love you. If I can no longer wink at you, I will look at you. Know that when my eyes rest on your lovely figure, I love you. With every second I see you I love you more. With every shifting of my gaze I am seeing you anew and falling in love with you all over again, and again, and again, for eternity.

The image of my grandfather and my grandmother comes to mind as I write this. I can see him now in his last days, ill and weak, leaning into my grandmother, closing his eyes, and loving her more and more even then. Seeing how much he cared, seeing how much love, appreciation, and care he had for her, I only hope we can recreate something similar. That was love. That was a life spent building together. That was a love and a life that will never die. Let that be us

I love you amor  I love you

I love you

I love you all the more

Thank you for loving me.

If I’m not asking too much, please love me forever. I want this. I want you. Para sempre. I love you

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