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[osachiyo]

˖ 𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 ! — dazai, chuuya, fyodor, nikolai & jouno

𔘓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — n/sfw content (mdni), hurt + comfort, degradation, tit slapping, use of safe word, ooc in fyodor’s but idc let a girl dream, spanking, rough sex, face fucking, sadism, dacryphilia, toys, role-playing in jouno’s, overstimulation, reader doesn't actually use a safe word in chuuya's (its not possible with a mouthful of cock i promise), cunilingus, one of my only fics where fyodor isn't a toxic little shit so 🤷🏽‍♀️ ps. don't steal my headers !!

𔘓 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — here it is, the bsd version ! sorry for taking so long to finish this, there were some.. distractions 😓 i honestly did not expect this many people to request it *sob* anyways, happy reading and i hope ya'll enjoy ! NOT PROOFREAD !!

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“ ‘samu—!” You squealed, tugging on your boyfriend's hair as he moaned into your cunt, doing nothing but giving you more of that toe-curling pleasure.

"Mmh - don't interrupt my meal, darl'," he leaned back for some air only before spitting on your puffy cunt and driving back in. Large, bandaged hands were pushing your hips down on the bed to keep you in place— to let him have his favourite meal in peace, as he told you.

You couldn't recall how many times you came on his tongue— absolutely drenching his beautiful face with your juices, and he loved it. But you, on the other hand, were starting to get exhausted - no, you were exhausted, chest heaving as you tried to keep up with the hot coil in your lower tummy, threatening to snap any moment.

Dazai would know your limits if it were any other day - he'd know just when to stop, but today was exhausting for him too— and the entire day he was thinking of burying his face between his pretty little girlfriend's thighs - it never failed to melt all of his stress away and fuck did it work like a charm - all thoughts but the taste of your pretty cunt left his mind once he finally tasted you. Including the fact that you had your own limits and needed a break - no matter how pleasurable the feeling of his tongue felt against your swollen cunt— you needed a break.

You hesitantly moaned out the safe word, sinking into the mattress in exhaustion as you watch Dazai blink in confusion, before immediately pulling away from you. The bandaged hand that was previously pinning you down with fervor was now caressing your thigh gently.

"Are you alright, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?" He was calm, eyeing you for any sign of hurt or discomfort. You only shied away from his gaze, fingers fingers fiddling with the satin sheets as you shook your head - "no.. just tired, 'samu." He nodded, a pout gracing his lips - the pink muscle glossy from your combined slick and saliva, "aww, was that too much for my pretty baby?" You only rolled your eyes, playfully hitting his chest as he laughed, planting a kiss on your temple with a soft "I love you so much."

"I love you too," You giggled as Dazai buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing the bruises he gave you earlier that night as an apology.

Chuuya had a rough day, his underlings being "fucking dumb and not getting shit right as usual," in his words. So like the good little girlfriend you were, you were generous enough to offer your hard working boyfriend some "stress relief".

That's how you ended up on your knees in front of the ginger haired man— who was still fully dressed, seated on the fancy black leather couch as you choked on his cock.

Loud growls and words of praise left his chapped lips in hurried curses, a gloved hand pushing your head down to take his cock in fully, basically making you deepthroat him. "God, pretty f-fuckin' girl, my good girl - such a good fuucking- argh—! fuckfuckfuck! Just like that baby, take this fuckin' cock.." He threw his head back against the headrest of the couch, hips now thrusting erratically up to your mouth, fat balls slapping against your chin as you gagged around him. Tears streaked freely down your stuffed cheeks, making him hiss out curses— fuck, you were such a pretty crier.

If he were only more focused and not drunk off of the pleasure of your warm and inviting mouth swallowing him whole, he'd notice your panicked whines, the way you dug your nails into the muscle of his thighs - scratching and trying to pull away from his cock, even slapping them in panic.

You couldn't breathe— you felt lightheaded and if Chuuya kept going, you'd surely faint from the lack of air.

As if right on cue, Chuuya finally remembered that you needed to breathe— hurriedly letting go of your hair and pulling you off his cock, his heart broke once he saw you coughing and sputtering on the floor, your face scrunched up in pain as air finally entered your lungs.

"Shit— doll, are you okay? Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby," he sounded genuinely guilty, and he was! He'd never want to actually hurt you unless you asked for it, and he felt so fucking bad. You nodded in response, leaning your head against his thigh as you finally breathed normally— tears, snot, drool and his precum dripping down your chin.

" 'm sorry for ruining this, Chuu. I know today was stressfu—" Chuuya cut you off with a click of his tongue, his eyebrows furrowed and a frown gracing his pretty lips, "What're you talking 'bout, baby? You didn't ruin anything," he sighed, "c'mere."

He put his hands under your arms before tugging you up in his lap, gently wiping your face with his gloved hands before pressing sweet kisses on your whole face while whispering sweet nothings about how much he loves you— how good you are for him. The ticklish feeling of his kisses made you giggle— sounding like sweet music to his ears.

After all, no matter how much he likes to see you crying and sniffling for him, he'd always prefer your adorable little giggles.

"Slap!"

You choked out a moan at the harsh impact of your husband's hand cracking down on your ass— his hand gently rubbed the heated skin as an apology, but you knew it was only a facade. "How many was that, dear?" He mused, tone nothing but unkind and condescending. It make you feel small, and ashamed— but you also couldn't deny the way your pussy gushed out more and more slick with each hit— and he made sure to belittle you for it.

"T-twenty six?" You stuttered, thighs twitching in anticipation as Fyodor ran a slim finger up and down your soaked folds, collecting the slick on his finger before shoving it inside.

"Mmh—! Fedya p-please.." You begged, which inly made him grin devilishly— god, he was so handsome. "Please what? You have to be more specific than that," he muttered as he shoved a second finger in your drooling cunt— his free hand kneading the battered skin of your ass but you could care less about the sting.

"P-please! Make me cum—!" You gasped when another brutal smack was landed on your poor ass, the soft fat rippling as his hand met your skin. "And who do you think you are to tell me what to do?" His voice grew stern. You flinched when he flipped you on your back, basically throwing you on the pristine white mattress of your shared bed.

You landed on the bed with a soft "oof!", it wasn't long before Fyodor joined you in bed, basically ripping your cute little babydoll dress off of you as greedy hands cupped your tits, his gaze ferocious— you've never seen him like this. "You're such a naughty girl, aren't you?" He growled— kicking your legs apart to nudge a knee between them - against your bare, sopping cunt. "Fedya—" You got cut off by your own pained yelp as Fyodor tangled his fingers into your hair, yanking your head back to reveal your throat— the soft and sensitive skin just begging him to bite it - mark you up as his.

"Hush now, slut." He scoffed, harshly biting down on the column of your throat— as you let out a pained gasp. It hurt like hell.

You don't know what happened but you didn't like this anymore, you didn’t want to be treated roughly anymore, didn’t wanna be called mean names— you weren’t even processing the harsh words coming out of his mouth, you just wanted it to stop.

“Red, S-stop— red!” You whimpered, sniffling as Fyodor’s movements came to a halt. He let go of his tight grip on your hair— instead gently scooping you up in his arms and cradling you, hushing your little whines.

He silently scanned you before saying anything, dry lips pulled into a frown. You certainly didn’t look hurt… was it something he said? “What happened, darling?” He questioned, voice calm and soothing— a contrast to your own broken one. “Too rough,” you pouted up at him, burying your face further in his chest.

Oh.

“I’m sorry, love. I should’ve been gentler, huh?” He brushed a stray hair from your face, before gently massaging your scalp— easing the burn from him pulling it earlier. “ ‘s okay, fedya,” you sighed, he was so good with his fingers (in more ways than one).

“I love you, dear,” kissing the crown of your head, a soft smile tugged at his lips. “I love you too!” You smiled back. A moment of silence passed as you stayed in his embrace, before speaking up again,

“You’re doing the dishes tonight, by the way.”

“…Fair enough.”

"You're so cute when you get like this," Nikolai cooed, voice drowned out by the sound of his hips smacking against your ass. He had you in a full nelson, your back flush against his chest, strong arms hooked under your knees to hold you up in the air as he thrusted into the warmth of your spasming cunt. "Ngh— 's too much - kolya—" you slurred, head falling back against his shoulder. God, his stamina was no fucking joke— you thought, jaw unhinged as you let out wanton moans. His thighs were absolutely drenched with a nasty mixture of your slick and his cum from the previous rounds— making a "pap! pap! pap!" noise everytime they met your ass. The whole thing was dirty, messy and so fucking lewd— his favorite combination.

"Oh hush now— you say it's too much but—" he gave a mean slap to your bouncing tits, making you squeal and kick your legs at the pained pleasure. "You're just gushing all over me— how am I supposed to believe it's too much for you, hm, dove?" His breath was hot against your ear, making you shudder— "ca— can't! please!" You sobbed, but your tears did nothing more but get him more fired up - shit, you looked the prettiest when you cried.

But the thing is— you actually weren't lying, it was really getting too much for you. But apparently Nikolai was too pussy drunk to recognize the exhaustion on your face. He was going too fast - too hard, you could barely process anything he was saying or even think straight. It was practically a miracle that you even remembered your safe word— "c-clown— clown!!"

It took Kolya some time to process the words falling out of your mouth— brutal thrusts coming to a halt as soon as he realized you just said your safe word out loud. As much as he wanted to ask you what was wrong, he knew he had to place you somewhere comfortable first - make sure you're doing okay. He gently pulled out of you with a wet 'pop!', hissing as your tight walls kept clinging onto him.

Being as soft and gentle as possible, he unhooked his arm from under your knees, flipping you to carry you bridal style - before placing you down on the bed and kneeling in front of you.

"Are you okay, pretty?" His voice was soft— a surprising contrast to how he was manhandling you just seconds before. You nodded, fat tears rolling down your puffy cheeks, which he gently wiped for you. "Talk to me, sweetheart," he pouted - brushing some stray hair out of your face and planting a sweet kiss on your swollen lips. " 'm okay," you rasped, cringing at the way your voice cracked. Nikolai nodded, getting up and quickly getting a glass of water for you.

You gratefully took the glass from him, the cool water immediately calming your burning throat. "Are you hurt anywhere, baby?" He questioned, taking the empty glass from you, before placing it on the nightstand. You shook your head, "no, jus' tired, is all."

"So does that mean we can continue late—"

"Kolya!"

“Well, aren’t you just pathetic?” Jouno grinned, holding the wand vibrator against your clit while pumping the bright pink dildo in and out of you, making you squeal and kick your legs— hips bucking up to meet the toys.

“Please, officer— wanna cum s’ bad!” You sobbed, wrists straining against the leather restraints he had put on you. Jouno hummed, his hand speeding up, thrusting the toy even harder and faster in and out— as he rubbed the wand in circles on your throbbing clit.

“Oh, I bet you do— but, I don’t know if you deserve it yet..” he had a faux pout of his face, pressing the vibrator even firmer against your nub - making you see stars.

He had been at this for hours— getting you so close to reaching your peak before cruelly ripping it away from your grasp, only giving you fragment of the mind-numbing pleasure that you so desperately wanted to feel— and let’s not forget about the mean, degrading words falling from his lips - calling you a worthless slut, who’s only purpose is for his pleasure and his pleasure only. You felt like slapping the cocky grin off his face.

It didn’t feel good for you anymore— instead made you feel terrible, really. The continuous edging with the cruel words took a greater toll on you than both of you had imagined, which led you to eventually sob out the safe word.

Jouno stopped immediately after you blurted out the safe word, quickly but calmly pulling the dildo out of you before removing the wand, placing both of the toys on a nearby table.

He went over to unclasp your restraints, heart tugging at the way you sniffled and hiccuped— fuck, he took it too far.

A frown graced his lips once he felt the marks on your wrists from pulling at the restraints for so long— but before anything else, he had to make sure you’re okay. After all, your safety is the most important to him.

“Are you alright, darling?” He leaned closer, pulling off his slick-coated glasses and chucking them somewhere— wiping your tear soaked cheeks with his now clean hands. You let out a pitiful whimper before nodding, “ you’re too mean and— i still.. w-wanna cum..”

Jouno’s lips quirked up to reveal a cocky smirk— but he couldn’t be more relieved that you were okay - not that he’d ever show it. “Of course, pretty girl— my little crybaby wants to be treated nicely, hm?” He grinned, hand reaching down to flick at your nipple.

“Don’t tease!” You whined, but you still couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “Okay, okay— I’ll treat you like the princess you are,” He snickered, kissing the top of your head before picking you up— taking you to the bed to take you like he had been aching to all this time.

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[brainrotfm]

the world put you in front of me and we aligned

pairing: ryomen sukuna x reader

word count: ~1.5k

short description: the king of curses has never been asked for comfort before, but that doesn't mean he won't indulge you.

notes: no beta barely edited probably ooc; no content warnings just the fluffiest lil thing you'll ever get from me, mwah! manga credit used for header image [nsfw, 18+]!

"Tell me what you need, little one, while I still feel patient."

"Well I-I... I don't know how to ask for that," you reply sheepishly, ducking your head to hide the flush that was starting to prickle across your cheeks at your own discomfort. Two fingers caught your chin, evading your retreat into yourself, tilting doe eyes back into the intense, scarlet-hot gaze of the man towering over you still, not one to back away from an uncomfortable situation so easily.

"Use your words, brat," Sukuna purrs cheekily in return, gravelly and low but warm like molasses, trying to lure you out of whatever self-conscious spiral he was watching you fall into - it wouldn't work. Not when he was willing and able to catch you.

The way he touched you, the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you: it would sound silly if you tried to say it out loud, but there was no other word that came to mind but reverence. Utter devotion or nothing at all, there was no in between with someone like him. Were you projecting? Did the passion between you two feel too good to be true, not because of him, but because of you?

Because you couldn't handle being seen by him, could you?

It wasn't easy, but it was familiar; you didn't, couldn't, ask for help, because you didn't have the vocabulary to explain what you needed help with, exactly. No one could snap their fingers and make all your problems go away; if they could, you wouldn't ask for that, because a charmed life had no real value. And yet... no matter what you said, there was an unflappable feeling in your gut that Sukuna would scorch the earth to give you whatever you desired, the closest thing to a god you may ever see.

"I just want you to hold me," and the words sounded silly as soon as they left your mouth. He was a CURSE for god's sake, or at least, he was one. By all accounts, he was a monster, a being of the lowest morale, and there was nothing that would make him to succumb to the petty whims of the human he just so happened to have a dalliance with. A blip on his cosmic radar, a temporary satisfaction in an endless lifetime. He didn't have the time to waste, the capacity to care, the attachment to give --

Except as soon as the words left your mouth, the smallest of smirks twitched the sides of his lips. As always, you yielded when given a command, and he was always filled with a silent pride by your willingness to succumb for him. Without a word, Sukuna scooped you from the couch bridal-style, earning him a startled yip that turned his smile wider. You felt the echo of his chuckle rumble deep in his chest as he carried you into the bedroom, a protest on your lips that this isn't what you meant, not everything was a code for sex... "Sukuna, I..."

The complaint died in your throat though, not having time to manifest as you squeaked instead; Sukuna had kneed his way onto the bed, still not dropping you as he set his back against the headboard and gingerly, with all the tenderness in the world, set you down across his lap. It would've brought tears to your eyes, if you hadn't been so bewildered by this side of your lover, one who got you both off thanks to his penchant for sadism, but this time...

This time, he used his immense reach to grab the comforter, pulling it over your bodies. This time, he used the hand still wrapped around your back, propping you up, to begin tucking in the seams of the blanket, bounding you tightly against him. This time, the heat of your combined body warmth overpowered your cyclone spin of anxiety. This time, his free hand came up to cup your cheek for a moment, looking into your watery, hazy hues before placing the most delicate kiss against your forehead. This time, you would even call him chaste, not a word you ever imagined using in reference to Sukuna. This time, he looked for nothing more, wordlessly pulling your face into his chest as the arm around your back tightened its hold. This time, he really did just... just hold you.

It was too much.

By the time your cheek had pressed against heat of his skin, you were a goner. Maybe you were just that obvious - maybe he saw how pathetic and hopeless you felt, and knew that no amount of his usual teasing would cajole you out of your reverie. You're not sure he could feel sadness; you're not really sure he ever had, but you appreciated this act of softness from him. (He could, though rarely, and he did, though oftentimes only because of you, or in this case, for you). Shaking like a leaf in the wind, you curled as far into him as you possibly could, and with a heave, an onslaught of tears began to leave your body like the damn had broken at the end of a wet summer.

Where did he learn comfort like this? A large palm rested against your lower back, splayed open and anchoring you to his lap, not letting you budge an inch, even if you wanted to. His other hand had curled around the side of your neck to its nape, pressing you against him, silently insisting you stay as near to him as possible, to ride out whatever anxiety had taken you so far from him tonight. He would wait. You had only asked to be held, so he remained silently, trying not to focus on the way your pathetic little hiccups would make his heart squeeze, or why the white-hot lick of anger curled beneath his skin at seeing you in this state.

The more you succumbed to your sadness, though, the worse it seemed to get; the riptide of emotion had grabbed you by the ankle and sought to drown you in its depths tonight. Sukuna noticed immediately when your breaths had grown panicked and short, hiccups faltering into staccato sobs, and your heart began hammering out of rhythm with his own.

No, no, that would not do. You were supposed to be soothed. You couldn't see his brow furrow sullenly, confusion flickering behind maroon eyes, a sound akin to a growl unfurling in his chest. His exasperation with your befuddling human emotions was short-lived. The growing rumble in his chest had finally moored all your senses to the same shore, grounding you in tandem with the anchor points of physical touch.

Once he realized you liked it - and he should've realized you'd like it, you often enjoyed his primal sounds in other scenarios, too - well, of course he continued, your emotional fulfillment his main concern at the moment.

You must be dreaming. That was the only thought in your head as your hiccups waned into pitiful sniffles, doe eyes sore and half-lidded in the shelter of Sukuna's chest. "R-ryo...?" you managed to bleat, softer than he'd ever heard his name on your lips before, and the use of his first name had your lover purring again with a low timbre hum, giving your entire form an encouraging squeeze to signify his attention.

"Don't go... please, don't go," you whined, barely above a whisper, and something in chest shattered at your unwillingness to be without him, now that you had let him in to that tightly locked room he'd call your heart. If he had thought dominating your physical body had been pleasurable, there was an absolute intoxication that came from you being this kind of vulnerable with him; where he had always assumed he'd feel disgust, he felt a dizzying delight in pacifying you this way, still a dance of your bodies, just with different choreography than he'd ever known before.

"Oh, little one," the king of curses assuaged in a tone of equal measure, his whisper husked as he ducked to kiss your forehead again, reveling in the enchanting sigh he earned from you at such a simple affection. With that, he began to rustle you into place for sleep, more delicately than he'd ever handled you before; though, it could be noted that he was still a selfish man, and didn't give you any room to move or curl away from him, intent to keep you tucked against his chest for the rest of time if it meant witnessing you like this, at your most docile.

Your pretty face was folded into the juncture where his chest met his neck, and he could feel your breathing settle into dreamy sighs, comforted and cared for exactly the way you'd asked, so trustful that you would dare to sleep in his presence, the sweetest of lambs curled up and comfortable in the middle of the lion's den. He could kill you, right there. He would kill for you, right then.

"There is nowhere I could go that I could not take you," Sukuna promised softly into the darkness of your room, hoping you'd hear his promise in your dreams. Now that he knew this, he never wanted to know anything again.

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MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: the header is from @/teefumz on tiktok and instagram. i couldn’t find anything about their rules on reposts used for personal reasons such as this which is why i really stress go check out the original artist on their platforms linked. WARNINGS: human!mordecai | fem reader | unestablished relationship | sexual content | premature ejaculation | praise | handjob.

"That's a cool shirt, by the way."

The compliment draws your gaze down to glance at the graphic on your top, cut-up and worn Fist Pump merch. "Thanks." you respond, voice raised over the natural din of the party. The guy who's been talking you up—said his name is MORDECAI—stands awkwardly tall alongside you, long ringed fingers messing with the rim of his red solo cup. There's an obligation to keep the conversation going, and you're not actually interested, but you ask anyway, "Who do you know here?"

His brows peak in question, and when you sigh with a roll of your eyes he's taken aback by how you don't walk away, instead you lean in. Tentatively, he mirrors you, afraid to make the wrong move as you incline towards his ear, and he lends it to you.

"Who do you know here?" you repeat, and your breath washes over the sheen of sweat on his neck, weighing down the black hair at his nape. It sends a shiver down his spine, and he would've audibly swallowed if not for the loud music. Your body heat radiates onto him, he can feel the sensation of your presence inches away from him, and you're hot—not just in the temperature sense. His jeans hurt.

"Uh," He scans the party until he comes across the unmistakable spotlight of his coworker, shirtless and lassoing said shirt above his head. "Muscle Man." he replies, glancing back at you before realizing how close you are still. His eyes widen and he straightens abruptly, smoothing a hand over his dyed blue hair, and a curl forms to your lips. To avert his eyes, he refocuses on the cocky display of his peer in the center of a circle of partygoers. Muscle Man knows how to entertain a crowd. "D'you know him?"

"Yeah, I'd say so." you reply in a way that pushes Mordecai out of his own mind for a second. Muscle Man also has game.

"Why'd you say it like that? Did you date him or something?" he jokes, scoffing at first. As if Rigby were right next to him, he's expecting some form of banter, momentarily slipping his mind he's in the company of a pretty girl. His lips part, snapping his neck in your direction, anticipating your twisted expression of confusion. Instead, it's the first time your countenance melts into an easy smile, hitting him softly on the arm.

"Shut up, I did not." you tell him, and relief washes over him at his stroke of good luck.

His disbelief at that good luck only grows when later on you lead him to some dark corner of the party by his skinny black tie. Somehow, he'd stumbled his way onto charming you, and he thanks whatever god is smiling down at him for sending him a hot girl that's not afraid to make a move.

"I like your voice." you tell him through heated kisses, using the collar of his white button-up to tug him to you. "Keep talking to me." the command in your sweet voice makes his eyes flutter as he draws his snake bites through his teeth, letting you slot yourself between his neck and shoulder to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down.

"What should I say?" he asks, clutching onto your waist to ground himself as your teeth scrape against his pulse point.

"Anything you want." you goad, your nose grazing his sensitive skin. You suck on him, tonguing the reddening spot in your mouth as he goes limp under your touch, head lulling back.

The panic in his chest to get this right urges him to think of something, but his blank mind betrays him. Kneading your flesh in his hands, he presses you to his crotch incidentally, and a deep moan reverberates from low in his throat at the contact. You hum against him, kissing on the tender area you created by your ministrations and he sucks in a breath. "You're hot. You're so hot, I can't believe you're talking to me." he rambles, and he feels you chuckle on him squished this close together. He uses the wall behind you, easing you against it as his hand treads to your hip, dragging your skirt down an inch. The exposed skin against the heel of his palm sets it on fire, and he hopes you can't feel him sweat. Between the heat of this party and bodies melting together, he's still embarrassed. He occupies that nervous energy doing as he's told. "You're way out of my league, no one's gonna believe me when I tell 'em what I'm doing right now."

His pathetic babblings make you grin, and you overlay your hands on his, directing them for him. The strings of your thong lay high over your hipbones, cresting underneath your Fist Pump top. So you show him, curling those long fingers under the strings and his breath hitches in his throat. Standing on your toes, you roll your abdomen to grind on him, demonstrating what you want. Loud guitars grate your ears as you move against him, and his fist forms around the waistline of your panties as if to ground himself again. He's too excited, hard in his pants which you can feel through your clothes, and it encourages you.

A thump sounds next to you, and you glance up at the source. His forehead is stamped against the space next to your head, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he humps you. Lips near your ear keep talking to you, "Kinda wanna fuck you right now." A thrill shoots through you, but you let him run his mouth. "I don't care it's a party, I don't care if someone sees. Couldn't care less about finding a bathroom, I wanna fuck you right now."

You bite down onto your lower lip, craning your neck to keep yourself afloat above his shoulder. He's so much taller than you, but you're able to reach down, wedging between your impossibly close bodies to fiddle with his jeans. He retract his pelvis, letting you do it, and when you palm him another one of your favorite noises pours right out of him. Hyper-sensitive and completely pliant, he lets you feel him up, massaging him through his plaid boxers. "Oh, my God." he exhales, raising his arm to bang his fist against the wall. You jump from the noise, and your eyes follow the lean muscle of his bicep and the corded veins and tendons of his forearm.

Unconsciously, you squeeze, and he whimpers, rutting into your hand as you cup him. Fucking himself using your hand as he speaks nothing but incoherent grateful praises, mixed with desperate "Just like that"s. He's swollen as he can be, and he doesn't realize it before he's pushed himself over the edge, full body contractions pass through him as his dick twitches in your grip, painting the inside of his boxers with his cum. A string of curses leave his lips, humiliated that he'd do such a thing, but you give him your number for another chance.

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human!reader taking nude and explicit photographs of herself to give to the colonel 😩

Sweet like cherry – Chapter 1

Miles Quaritch x female human reader

Words: 3.1k

Summary: Miles has a secret admirer and apparently, she has a thing for photography.

Warnings: explicit smut, (mutual) masturbation (lots of it), voyeurism, degradation kink, body worship, misogyny / bullying if you squint, obsession, corruption kink, size & age difference

Notes: apologies for the header photo, i promise there aren’t any physical descriptions of the reader in my fics (such as skin color, hair, etc).

Cherry. A symbol of both, purity and innocence.

Technology had never been Quaritch’s forte. It wasn't even his strongest branch of knowledge; a strange piece of information that always came as a surprise to anyone who knew him, even to himself. He was usually too proud to admit this flaw of his to others. But he excelled in other things instead. Leading, for example. Leading troupes, soldiers, recoms. Keeping them safe.

On a typical day, the head of security ensures that security measures are properly implemented, educates and trains soldiers and develops security processes to reduce risk and limit liability for the RDA. Oh, and guns. Yeah, guns he knew how to handle.

And this was something that he took great pride in.

Miles knew that some people use technology to create all kinds of art, as useless as that may seem to him. They draw, they create, they write, whatever, you name it. Sometimes, people use technology to document things. They videotape or photograph stuff. All that unnecessary shit that he pushes into Wainfleets area of responsibility, because hell, he couldn’t even open a stupid document on one of those data pads everyone seemed to carry around these days.

Which is why this tiny, square piece of paper, right there on the floor of his living quarters, spiked his interest so much.

A polaroid.

Quaritch knew polaroids. He knew how to use a polaroid camera too, surprisingly. Learned it back on earth when he was young, when technology was as simple as pressing a button which resolved an instant result. A photo, in that case. They often came out looking a little blurry or foggy, he admits that was probably due to the outdated technology. Nothing compared to the quality that cameras could capture today. But that’s what gave them their charm, right?

He doesn’t remember them being this small, though, but that’s probably because the last time he held one of these was when he was a kid. And when he wasn’t a little over nine feet tall and blue.

Faintly, Quaritch wonders how it even ended up here. He wasn’t really the type to carry memories with him, photographs of all things. And a polaroid? Who even brings a polaroid camera all the way from earth to pandora? As far as he could remember his first time coming to this hell hole, the list of belongings he was allowed to carry with him was fairly short, limited to the necessities only.

Instead of breaking his head over an answer to where it may came from, the Colonel chose to continue observing this strange… let’s call it gift, his eyes narrowing and squinting throughout his thorough investigation.

But when he finally turns the polaroid, his eyes widen in surprise.

There‘s nothing blurry or messy or foggy about the picture, even under the dim light of the lamp that lit his dark bedroom. It was crystal clear.

Your tattoo is the first thing Miles sees of you. Thin, red lines adorn the flawless skin right on your hip, resulting in a cherry as a whole. Cherries. Miles loved them. Small, soft round, almost heart shaped and of bright red color. And so, so sweet.

He’s never been a big fan of lingerie, truth be told, but the way those panties matched the color of your tattoo, Quaritch couldn’t deny that this was one hell of a sight. You wore a set of thigh-high stockings, same color of course, to make the match perfect.

Too bad the photo’s frame cuts off right where your head would be, so he could only wonder if whoever the woman on this picture was, she was wearing the same color of lipstick too.

A nice little gift, he thought, not thinking much of it as he laid the polaroid into his nightstand drawer.

It doesn’t take more than a couple of days for him to find a new set of polaroids, slipped under the crack of his door while he was on a mission. With a huff, Miles set his gear down to pick them up from the floor. He might not have realized back then, but he was actually pleased to find not just one, but three polaroids this time.

Surprisingly, there was something written on them this time. A fine line of red ink, reminds him of your tattoo. Handwritten in cursive, with a small heart at the end of the sentence, like a love letter directed to him, stood, "to Colonel Miles Quaritch."

As if someone was trying to make it clear that those were meant for him. That the last time wasn’t just an accident or made by a perverted voyeur that gets off from sliding naughty little photos of herself under random peoples doors. No, they were made entirely for him.

If the first one he received was already a sight to see, the ones he was holding in his hands right now were straight up mouth watering.

Quaritch couldn’t help it.

He was still a man after all and it’s been one hell of a long time since he had last touched a woman. A life time, you could say. So even though his own bodies reaction to stirring alive at the sight of your photos took him by surprise, it wasn’t actually that surprising after all. Because how could he not grow hard at the sight of that faceless woman with the cherry tattoo, sprawled out on her bed, messy satin sheets underneath her picture perfect body, legs spread wide and angled so he could get a good view of her glistening folds.

The first polaroid he had received was nothing more than a little tease, meant to get him intrigued, maybe even rile him up and make him want to longe for more. But these, these photos were straight up pornographic.

The second one is enough to make Miles sit down on his bed and rearrange his pants, as they had suddenly grown suffocatingly tight around his crotch. In that one, you were bend over what looked like the edge of your bed, spine arched just the way he liked and with your thighs spread to make room for your hand that had two delicate fingers buried to the knuckle inside of you.

"Fuck…", Miles chuckled lowly. What a pretty pussy, he thought, as he started to palm his cock through his cargos.

He held the polaroid just a little closer to his face to catch all the details. How your walls seemed to clamp down on your fingers, spread wide to swallow them whole. God, what he would give to hold your legs open and watch your tight pussy struggle to take him down to the base.

He groaned at the thought, as his hands found the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down enough to free his hard cock. Throbbing painfully in his palm, he begins to move his hand up and down, stroking lazily as his eyes scanned over the polaroid like he was studying a fine piece of art.

Miles imagined how your voice would sound like. How cries would tumble from your lips, his name like a mantra as he fucked you until your entire body would tremble, unable to bear how good he was making you feel. The loose fist he’d made around his cock grew tighter, as his steady pace became a touch less steady, his body growing desperate for more friction than his lazy drag had allowed.

Miles stroked over his shaft, squeezing the blue tip of his cock just right, forcing the very first droplets of pre-cum to form and spill over his knuckles.

His eyes traveled over to the next photo, the same lithe body, biting his lower lip as his gaze settled on the way you were squeezing your soft breasts together for the shot, fingers teasing your perky nipples. A sight that would only be better if there was a cock, his cock, in between them.

While the pre-cum that leaked from his tip did serve to smooth the dry tug, it wasn’t enough to keep up with his pace, so he spat into his hand, the glide easier now, and the filthy sounds made his head spin. He could almost feel your pussy clamping down, tight and hot, around him. If he closed his eyes, it was like you were really here.

But Quaritch rather kept them open, half lidded at least, just to keep staring at those filthy little pictures, like a pathetic sailor looking at pinup posters taped on his bunk bed.

Soon, he was actually fucking into his hand, faster now, as he imagined exactly how you would take him. Perhaps you’d look best, sitting prettily on his lap. Riding him, rolling your soft hips while he gripped your ass hard enough to leave bruises, lifting you up only to slam you down on his cock. Wrenching cries from those spit-glossed lips, skin shiny with sweat and a lustful gaze through thick lashes. 

Spurting his thick, warm cum into his fist definitely didn’t feel as good as pumping you full with it would, he determined that day.

Cherry, Miles named the mysterious woman of his late fantasies. Because no matter the pose, you always managed to leave your face out of your photos. Instead, you sneaked your fruity little tattoo on every single one of your shots. Like a trademark, as if he could somehow recognize you like this.

Ever since then, the days Miles received cherry's little gifts had piled up quite a bit. So much so, that the Colonel couldn’t even deny anymore, that he even grew a tad excited about coming back home from his missions just to find a new set of naughty little polaroids on the floor right behind the door.

And even when he wasn’t specifically looking at your photos, he sometimes caught himself thinking about you. With so much shit going on in his life, it was nice to have a little something to let his mind drift off to.

His sweet little cherry, for example.

Miles washes himself mechanically. Shampoo, rinse. Conditioner, soap, lathered across his blue skin. Sliding over his board chest, balancing on the cliffs of his hips, dripping down to where his cock hangs hot and heavy, tingling under the pelting water as if they were an angel's kisses. Pecking, spreading on his skin. Drowning him in drowsy heat as he slips rough fingers through his short hair.

He washes away all the grime, sweat and dirt that had clung to his body after spending most of his day in the sultry heat of pandoras jungle. Looking down at his palms, as he rinses them under the spray of hot water, he thinks about your latest polaroid, from two days ago. It was a shot of you, standing in the shower, too.

The camera was set somewhere behind you. Both of your hands against the tiled walls, you stood entirely on your tip toes, back arched and chest pushed against the wall to give him a good view of your backside. You really had a delicious looking, peachy butt. Especially delicious, if said butt was covered in soap.

Placing a hand against the wall to steady himself, Miles other hand traveled down over his toned stomach, until he reached his cock, that was now standing proud and tall, his tip an angry color of purple, as pre-cum already oozed from its slit.

There used to be times when it was a lot harder to rile him up like that, he thought with a scoff. You made him feel like he was a teenager once again. Back in his old room, on his parents farm, where he had just discovered his old man's playboy magazine. When his body was pumped full and overflowing of hormones and testosterone that desperately searched for a way out. Or when he was in college, bending over every pretty girl that willingly got into his old mustang and spread her legs for him in the backseat.

Miles thought he’d grown up since then. That he had better impulse control now. Had his fair share of women so that things like seeing one naked wouldn’t immediately get him this hard. Hell, he was a completely different man now, he has responsibilities, a team to lead, a whole damn planet to colonize.

But as he furiously pumped his cock, lubed with pre-cum and body wash, he thought that maybe he was just acting like some horny teenager because it’s been an awful while since he had last buried his cock into a wet little hole. Or maybe it’s something about those damn Na‘vi and their fucked up dna that was used to clone him. Maybe they’re so hormone driven and that’s why he has those borderline animalistic urges to fuck that faceless woman into the mattress of his bed, any bed.

Or maybe it’s just because of you. Because cherry looks just so perfectly edible, so bite sized and delicious. A pretty little thing made for him. Needy enough to send him those downright pornographic polaroids, because you were thinking about him, thinking about him stuffing his cock so deep into your pussy that you could taste him on your tongue.

Miles exhaled a shaky breath, hips stuttering to fuck into his fist at a faster pace as he continued to recreate the last photo he had seen of you in front of his minds eye.

The second polaroid of your previous set showed you in a squatting position, legs spread wide, while the water of the shower was running down over your curves, over your tattoo and pubic bone to dribble onto the white-tiled bathroom floor. Quaritch swallowed thickly, tongue lapping over his pointy canine as he imagined to dive head first between your thighs to get a good taste of you. Fuck, he bets you would taste so damn delicious, truly living up to your little nickname.

In this shot, your own hand was wrapped around your throat, almost as if you were taunting him.

I wish that was your hand instead.

"Jesus, cherry", Miles groaned in a hushed whisper, "Bet you’d love my hand around your throat. Filthy little slut."

His eyes squeezed shut even tighter as he imagined you in this exact position, squatting in front of him in the shower, your hands on his thighs as he fucked your throat, until your voice was raw and hoarse.

Unfortunately, in this moment there was no one to swallow his thick load of cum, but the tiled wall of his shower and the drain after the water had washed it down.

In his youth, and even sometimes in his years as an adult, the morning after was often filled with an emotion that his current self didn’t even possess anymore. Shame, sometimes even guilt. He took what he desired, made a pretty girl see stars and then ditched before the first ray of sun could even shine through the ugly smog that was once a white cloud in the sky –before the humans fucked up.

But ever since his sweet Cherry had bought him her little gifts and once in a while gave Quaritch a way to release all of his pent of frustration, he was in a surprisingly good mood. Not that good, of course, because Quaritch wouldn’t be Quaritch if he was running around like a brainless bimbo full of sunshine and butterflies. But good enough that he didn’t immediately growled something along the lines of "watch where the fuck you’re going" or something like that, when a small body bumped into him in the hallway.

Yesterday nights shower activities left him in a good enough mood, that all he did was scrunch his nose and scoff at the pathetic sight in front of him.

White lab coat, black pencil skirt, blouse and clipboard in a tight death grip, clasped over her chest like she thought he would snatch it from her, stood one of those scientists that were running around all over bridgehead like little ants.

Looking all the way down at you, Miles realized that you must’ve dropped a few of your books and other paperwork when you accidentally ran into him, as they were scattered across the floor all around you.

There was a long moment of painful silence, as you stared up at him with wide eyes.

Eyes, that were filled with something that looked like panic to him, like a deer caught in headlights and you blushed, blushed so much that your whole face turned red. Oh god, Quaritch thinks to himself, she’s one of those kind of lab coats. Those nerds that never see the sunlight because they’re always cramped into their little labs, studying whatever fucking plants and stuff they could get their hands on, like it’s their only purpose in life. One of those nerds that he made fun of when he was still in college, virgins he’d call them, because that’s what they were. So smart, yet too stupid to socialize and actually get their hands on another human.

You, too, looked like a virgin to him. Albeit a little too pretty to be compared to the other scientist freaks he had crossed ways with so far. Less like a sun starved vampire, with dark circles under their eyes and greasy hair that made him wonder if they even had showers down at the labs. No, you looked more like those kind of girls you’d see in those weird roleplay porn movies, dressed down to make them look nerdier, as if they were someone completely different outside of work, wearing those fake glasses that weren’t actually needed for anything other than the sheer purpose of covering them in cu—

"Oh god, I’m s-so sorry, Sir!" You finally snatched out of your trance when he crooked a brow at you, hastily hurrying to fall to your knees and collect the papers that were littered across the floor like confetti.

With an amused huff, Miles was about to turn on his heels and continue his way to meet General Ardmore at the corporate hq, when his gaze flicks to a tiny, square piece of paper on the floor. The sheer horror on your face, when he crouched down to pick it up, was actually quiet an amusing sight to him.

"Well, well. Look what we have here." Quaritch chuckles as he flips the paper over, that in fact turned out to be a polaroid, just as he assumed. It reveals the picture perfect shot of a body, with a small tattoo he’s grown very familiar with.

"If that ain’t my sweet little cherry…"

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Friendly reminder that Wix.com is an Israeli-based company (& some website builders to look into instead)

I know the BDS movement is not targeting Wix.com specifically (see here for the companies they're currently boycotting) but since Wix originated in Israel as early as 2006, it would be best to drop them as soon as you can.

And while you're at it, you should leave DeviantArt too, since that company is owned by Wix. I deleted my DA account about a year ago not just because of their generative AI debacle but also because of their affiliation with their parent company. And just last month, DA has since shown their SUPPORT for Israel in the middle of Israel actively genociding the Palestinian people 😬

Anyway, I used to use Wix and I stopped using it around the same time that I left DA, but I never closed my Wix account until now. What WAS nice about Wix was how easy it was to build a site with nothing but a drag-and-drop system without any need to code.

So if you're using Wix for your portfolio, your school projects, or for anything else, then where can you go?

Here are some recommendations that you can look into for website builders that you can start for FREE and are NOT tied to a big, corporate entity (below the cut) 👇👇

Carrd.co

This is what I used to build my link hub and my portfolio, so I have the most experience with this platform.

It's highly customizable with a drag-and-drop arrangement system, but it's not as open-ended as Wix. Still though, it's easy to grasp & set up without requiring any coding knowledge. The most "coding" you may ever have to deal with is markdown formatting (carrd provides an on-screen cheatsheet whenever you're editing text!) and section breaks (which is used to define headers, footers, individual pages, sections of a page, etc.) which are EXTREMELY useful.

There's limits to using this site builder for free (max of 2 websites & a max of 100 elements per site), but even then you can get a lot of mileage out of carrd.

mmm.page

This is a VERY funny & charming website builder. The drag-and-drop system is just as open-ended as Wix, but it encourages you to get messy. Hell, you can make it just as messy as the early internet days, except the way you can arrange elements & images allows for more room for creativity.

Straw.page

This is an extremely simple website builder that you can start from scratch, except it's made to be accessible from your phone. As such, the controls are limited and intentionally simple, but I can see this being a decent website builder to start with if all you have is your phone. The other options above are also accessible from your phone, but this one is by far one of the the simplest website builders available.

Hotglue.me

This is also a very simple & rudimentary website builder that allows you to make a webpage from scratch, except it's not as easy to use on a mobile phone.

At a glance, its features are not as robust or easy to pick up like the previous options, but you can still create objects with a simple double click and drag them around, add text, and insert images or embeds.

Mind you, this launched in the 2010s and has likely stayed that way ever since, which means that it may not have support for mobile phone displays, so whether or not you wanna try your hand at building something on there is completely up to you!

Sadgrl's Layout Editor

sadgrl.online is where I gathered most of these no-code site builders! I highly recommend looking through the webmaster links for more website-building info.

This simple site builder is for use on Neocities, which is a website hosting service that you can start using for free. This is the closest thing to building a site that resembles the early internet days, but the sites you can make are also responsive to mobile devices! This can be a good place to start if this kind of thing is your jam and you have little to no coding experience.

Although I will say, even if it sounds daunting at first, learning how to code in HTML and CSS is one of the most liberating experiences that anyone can have, even if you don't come from a website scripting background. It's like cooking a meal for yourself. So if you want to take that route, then I encourage to you at least try it!

Most of these website builders I reviewed were largely done at a glance, so I'm certainly missing out on how deep they can go.

Oh, and of course as always, Free Palestine 🇵🇸

#webdev #web dev #webdesign #website design #website development #website builder #web design #websites #sites #free palestine #long post #I changed the wording multiple times on the introduction but NOW I think im done editing it

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Feel It

pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: smut, pornstar!jaehyun au, 00’ dream inserts

words: 5.1k

warnings: pure filth, exhibitionism/voyeurism, degrading, choking/breath play, humiliation, dacryphilia, sex toys, ball gag, shibari, allusion to cum play, unprotected sex

a/n: san francisco armory, das the setting lolol (thanks kink.com 🫡)  also!! since the reader would have no way of knowing the names of 00’, hopefully i did a good enough job describing them for you all to know who is who sksks.

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“okay, we’ll just have you sign this.” the producer with the name tag K said as he handed you a clipboard with a pen; the two of you sitting across each other in a large auditorium. 

you were fidgeting the more you sat there in the middle of the “playroom”, excitement rising with every glance of the various s&m props placed on  antique plaques. whether it was the torture rack, assorted floggers, or cattle prods, you couldn’t wait to try it all.

never in your years of living did you expect to be at an armory-turned-BDSM studio, preparing to do your first adult scene. yet here you were, only wearing a pair or your underwear, completely bare everywhere else. 

the use of a National Guard armory was oddly fitting for the company—20th century Moorish Revival architecture, albeit refurbished, still gave a sense of “grittiness” and rustic charm.

 “i know that you already submitted your online waiver but we just like to have an additional one for in-person. physical signatures are always preferred.” K snapped you out of your thoughts for a second, though your mind couldn’t help but drift back into the depths—thinking yet again to your upcoming scene.

the single sheet of paper reiterated everything you read through just a week prior:

“Mission Statement and Company Values”

typical header to start a waiver…littered with the expectations to provide a “consensual and safe space for all participants.”

your eyes scanned further down, taking a few minutes to read their “Right to Distribute Media:

By signing here, you agree to having any and all media in your presence posted to our website Kink.com, with potential distribution to other pornographic partnerships…”

you provided your signature for the two spots provided, officially sealing away what modesty you had left.  

as soon as you handed the clipboard back to K, he spoke into his bluetooth earpiece, presumably notifying the other producers of your newly sealed fate, “you guys are good to head this way.” he said before placing the clipboard on the floor next to his water bottle. 

“in a moment you’ll be able to meet your partner, and go over the do’s and don'ts, that kind of stuff.” he said, followed by a closed-mouth smile.

you smiled back, trying to hide the anxiety creeping under your skin. there was no telling what kind of man would appear through those doors, meters away from where you sat.

you kept your eyes trained on the entrance, tapping your leg up and down to pass what seemed like hours.

but then again, this was a four story building…maybe it was just taking them a while to get to where you were. 

just as you looked down at your twiddling thumbs, the heavy sound of the double-doors filled the room. the man that appeared was unlike anyone you’ve ever seen. 

he was gorgeous…

and he smiled as soon as he laid eyes on you. his dimples being the first feature that caught your attention. 

he strutted towards you, confidence exuding with every step. he only sported boxer briefs, definitely nowhere near as self-conscious as you, now that you saw his toned body. 

you tried not to make it obvious that you were eyeing his subtle six-pack. but it was hard. his body was perfect; not too overbearing, not too ordinary. still, his biceps and his quads showcased the work he put in to maintain his physique. 

the last you could observe before he stopped in front of you, was his happy trail, leading all the way to the package he had confined in his briefs. he completely ignored K, standing right in front of his field of view. 

your eyes slowly made their way to his face, still smiling so bright, with ivory teeth to match. 

“hello, my name is jaehyun. nice to meet you.” 

his voice was velvety deep, baritone. 

another surprise to you. 

jaehyun held out his right hand, but you noted the single platinum band adorned on his left ring finger, to your disappointment. 

your thoughts were outlandish, there’s no way you’d have a chance with him even if he wasn’t taken.

you returned the handshake, voice visibly shaken as you gave him your name.

“i’ll go ahead and let you guys have the floor. i’ll be back in 10.” K said with a clear of his throat. he then gave up his seat for jaehyun, making his leave towards the double-doors.

jaehyun looked back at the medieval-styled chair before sitting down, chiseled thighs growing in size once he found a comfortable position.

“so tell me a bit about yourself…”

he leaned forward in his seat, placing his hands criss-cross in between his thighs. 

the simple action of trying to close the distance between the two of you, paired with his now sultry-tone, caused you to gulp quite noticeably.

“i uhhh, this is—s-sorry i can’t form my words today.” you covered your mouth as you laughed, embarrassed by the effect jaehyun had on your intelligibility.

if only you noticed his faint smile. 

“would it be better if i asked you something different?” he spoke with a tilt of his head, bangs sweeping softly across his eyelashes.

“no its not that…i’m just not super interesting.” you pursed your lips together, shameless in admitting how average you were. 

“i highly doubt that. for you to come here, i know that you’re more interesting than you let on.”

he smirked to himself, dimples even more pronounced as he looked down at your feet.

“so what do you like…don’t like? or what are you willing to try today?” 

he looked back up at you, but the ability to maintain eye contact with him was becoming harder and harder.

but for you to have come this far, sitting almost-nude in front of a stranger…there was no use in being shy anymore.

“i’ve just always wanted to be controlled, dominated, humiliated…reduced to nothing, pretty much.” you spoke matter-of-factly, knowing he’s probably heard this all before. 

you decided to keep your eyes on his mouth, and then his sharp canine’s that gleamed under the warm sepia light as he licked his lips. 

“what about degrading?”

“definitely.”

“shibari?”

“yes.”

he continued to list everything that came to mind, making it somewhat easier for you to communicate your needs and expectations.

by now, barely 7-minutes in, jaehyun learned that you were practically open to anything. 

“one last thing. the most important.”

you raised your eyebrows at his sudden announcement, already having an idea of what it could be.

“what’s your safeword?”

“olive.”

                           —☽༓☾—

“alright, we’ll go ahead and get started. if you at any time need to take a break, just let us know. remember, there is no time limit, and most of all, enjoy yourselves.” one of the producers said while adjusting his camera.

now in the auditorium with you and jaehyun, were two different producers, with the names I and N; an obvious attempt to mirror their company, which definitely made it easier to recall. K was nowhere to be found this time. but you weren’t concerned about that anymore. 

the entire auditorium was now your’s, filled with all the props to make your fantasies come true. the chairs were pushed away, and the camera’s were now rolling.

jaehyun stood face-to-face, still in only his boxer briefs. he studied the floor beneath you, seeming to psych himself up with a smirk. 

you didn’t even really know how to stand, or carry yourself, fearing that too much focus on the lesser details would ruin your adrenaline. 

just as you watched his head rise to your level, you were swept away by a kiss.

he was as spirited as you hoped, using his left hand to hold onto your cheek, and the other to rest against your hip. still through the shock of how soft his lips were, you managed to taste the balm that he chose to wear—peach with a hint of vanilla. 

you raised your hand to wrap around the wrist that kept hold of your cheek, eventually closing more of the gap between the two of you. 

despite how delicate the kisses were at first, you could hear them echo throughout the auditorium, surely to get louder once you could taste more of him.

you tried your best to keep up with the different angles that his head moved, but thinking back to the fact that these were among the first kisses you shared, you could bear the inconsistencies until you found a proper rhythm. 

so far, he did everything right. starting off slow just how you liked it… just how you told him just a few minutes prior. 

his left hand caressed your cheek back and forth, brushing against the small hairs in front of your ear. the other made its way down to your ass, gripping tightly, but not without your breath hitching through the fiery embrace.

he took the opportunity like you had guessed, to brush his tongue against your own, finally gaining more out of the subtle start towards your undoing. 

you had only known him for roughly half an hour, yet you already felt in tune with his way of leading you to pure bliss. 

he intertwined with you effortlessly, regardless of the mess the two of you made with just your lips. combined saliva pooled at the corners of your mouth, and you found yourself whimpering at his attempts to clean up the remnants with his warm tongue.

“you’re making a mess already?”

he spoke against the corner of your mouth, the smell of vanilla becoming even more evident from his suckled lips. 

you didn’t want to give in so soon to his early teasing. he needed to do more.

though you realized within a flutter of your hooded eyes, that he needed just as much as you. without any warning, he flipped his warm persona, the hand that held your cheek moving down to grip your throat tight. 

his fingertips knew exactly where to apply pressure, causing you to wince as the sting resonated on both sides of your neck. your hands immediately wrapped around his, knowing he liked to see you struggle.

you had made a point of that too. 

“you won’t say anything? what about when i do this?” his face remained mere centimeters away from you, denying you of any further kisses. 

you could see through the haze that his dimples were still just as evident from his now-sinister smile. 

his right hand cupped your clothed core, causing you to shudder against his palm. 

he would definitely be able to feel your growing arousal through the thin material. 

“maybe you don’t deserve any of this…i should just leave you here.”

he backed up his shaming effortlessly, all the while palming you through your damp underwear. 

the friction felt electric against your clit, causing you to buck against his touch.

“ride my fucking hand.” he smirked right in front of your face, like a complete switch from the gentleman you just met.

you were sure that you looked pathetic, getting off to just the palm of his hand. practically humping to get some sort of release. 

being self-conscious no longer mattered, not when he provided you with a means to an end. proving not only to yourself, but to future viewers that you were outwardly desperate.

the more zealous you got with your gyrating hips, the more jaehyun was inclined to stop and just watch you yearn for it.

he decided immediately, stilling his movements. 

for the first time, you whined.

“please let m-me cum.” your voice barely produced any sound, restricted from his hold on your throat. 

“should i?” 

“mmh, yes. please…” 

you hoped that your look of pity was convincing enough. 

“go on and show me then. show me that you deserve it.” 

he gave you free reign, lessening the hold on your throat, and continuing to keep his palm still against your aching core.

you were practically salivating, trying your hardest to hit a certain spot along your sensitive nub. with a few more hellish rolls of your hips, you succeeded, feeling that familiar high surge through your body. 

jaehyun was beyond satisfied, enjoying how you broke down from barely nothing. his eyes drifted over every part of your trembling body, mentally noting the parts that would be destroyed by the time he was done with you.

as you started to come down, he had already tugged your underwear off, even taking a moment to smell the now-ruined fabric. he could’ve spent longer doing so, showing off his guise for as long as he wanted.

but you were fidgeting quite noticeably, shifting your thighs to subdue the constant throbbing of your clit. it was obvious there was more to come.

once he tossed the flimsy fabric to the side, he ushered you towards the far left of the room where two red velvet sofas were positioned against the wall, and a small antique dresser sat in between. 

you could barely keep up with his stride as he interlocked your hands together. but you let him control your movements, until you were centered in the middle of the makeshift formal room.  

on top of the dresser were bundles of rope, a ball gag and a vibrating wand, with images of all the ways you would be ruined flooding your brain. your eyes then drifted up towards the ceiling, immediately catching sight of the metal ring hanging just above you.

the cameras were paused momentarily; had the recording continued, the producers would’ve captured your look of wonder as you watched jaehyun gather the jute material onto his arm to begin the process. 

you’d only had a few experiences with bondage, but all of the preparation seemed to come naturally as you followed jaehyun’s instructions. he was patient and soft-spoken with his directions, all the while marveling at how pretty you looked while listening to him. 

it was evident he was experienced in the art of shibari, as he adjusted the intricate designs to fit the contour of your body within minutes. your eyes were conflicted on where to look, whether it was his concentration or the way the rope cupped your breasts perfectly. either way, you felt beautiful. 

“take deep breaths for me, you’re doing great.” 

his sultry tone was enough to relax you as you felt gravity disappear under your feet.

your eyes remained shut as you inhaled and exhaled, gradually soaking in the feeling of complete ascension. 

you were in the most exposed position—frogtied. suspended upwards, arms secured behind your back, knees bent, and ankles bound to your thighs. 

even though it took a while to get into this arrangement, he made you feel comfortable, and you were still just as wet, eagerly awaiting his next move.

“how do you feel? talk to me.” he stood in front of your suspended body, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. there was anything but, you surprisingly felt purified, as if a literal weight had been lifted. 

“i feel good.” 

you weren’t the best at exclaiming your feelings, but you could tell that jaehyun sensed your approval.

“anything pinching or pulling?” he asked again, leaning in close to inspect the knots littered across your body. 

“nope.” 

“okay good. just wanted to check before i put this on.” he replied while giving the “ok” hand signal for the producers to resume rolling. 

he stepped over to the dresser, grabbing the black leathered ball gag. your pussy involuntarily clenched around air at the sight of the large red ball, and the realization that you were now being filmed in suspension, every bit of your cunt on display for the world to see.

you licked your lips one last time before he placed the gag. the taste of plastic overtook your senses, unfortunately masking the remnants of his lips balm. nonetheless, you felt complete, relishing in your own fantasy being brought to life.

saliva managed to escape not even seconds later, dribbling onto your chin. jaehyun eyes grew dark, switching back to the sadist he truly was.

your eyes tracked his every move, watching as he finally exposed himself.

you wished you were well-spoken enough to describe how perfect he was. but you could only manage whimpers through your restraints, hoping that he heard your reaction to seeing his lower half for the first and probably only time.

you were finally able to see where his happy trail ended, branched out into a sea of nicely trimmed hair. his length stood proud, snapping back onto his outie bellybutton as he kicked his briefs off to the side.

he stepped over to the dresser one last time, grabbing the vibrating wand. you were expecting the sound of the device to come to life, even squinting your eyes to brace for the feeling of it hitting your clit. but instead he kept it down by his left side, while his right finger came up to collect the saliva that had now leaked down your neck. 

“not yet…you’ll have to prove that you’re worth my time. i don’t reward sluts that whine in my face.” his words hit you hard, but his finger worked even harder.

your body began to shake as he used his slicked forefinger to paint a trail down the center of your chest. he eventually found your nipple that had swelled through the coarse rope, pinching hard.

he released quickly, doing the same to the other. 

his right finger continued its descent, now finding your cunt that was glistening under the warm lighting. he seemed satisfied enough from the sight of your juices dripping onto the floor meters below you. 

your breathing grew ragged as you felt him group his digits together to press against your sensitive nub. he leaned further into you, preventing you from seeing him work your pussy into overdrive.

the filthy sounds of your essence sloshing against the flesh of his fingers filled the room, even overpowering the pathetic moans that tried to escape through the soaked ball gag.

“think you could cum again? hmm?” 

he cooed against your ear, determined to kick all of your senses over the edge.

you failed miserably at producing a coherent “yes” through the pleasure, and you feared this would have consequences.

the high was building up a second time, but unfortunately it was met with jaehyun’s cruelty.

he backed away from you completely, leaving you there to wiggle in the ropes that kept you hungry and docile.

“yes…i can do it.” you words were muffled at best, barely audible. but your body showed enough of your desperation, trying to move within the confines of your unrelenting submission. 

“fucking filthy whore…you’re too late.” 

jaehyun tortured you by staying back, twirling the vibrating wand in his hands. 

regardless of the fact you were granted an orgasm moments ago, you made it known that you deserved another.  

tears began to pool in your eyes, eventually flowing from your eyelids onto your warm cheeks. breathing seemed more difficult, as you sniffled and heaved against the ball gag.

jaehyun looked down at the floor, in awe at the amount of your juices that had hit the floor. you were more than soaked, practically painting the floor in an abstract design of delicious filth. usually he was able to drag out teasing for a while with his other “co-stars” but for you, his patience was wearing thin; not out of distaste, but out of the eagerness to finally feel your walls around his cock. he would have to fuck you soon, so he could see if you felt just as good as you looked.

he had done plenty of scenes, even similar to this; more than he could count. and none short of bragging, he ruined every single one of them, and you were no exception. 

without a second thought, jaehyun stepped up to you, placing the vibrator on your engorged clit. a shriek escaped through the gag as you slumped in the ropes, head falling backwards as a wave of relief hit you. 

finally, you were given more.

through your hooded eyes, you were unable to see his erect tip awaiting your entrance. 

“are you happy now? what do you say?” he gripped your jaw hard, forcing your head forward to stare into his dark eyes. 

“thank you s-so much…thank-...”

your gratitude was cut short as he pushed himself inside you. 

a guttural groan fell from his glossy lips as he paused halfway, utterly amazed by the way your walls welcomed his cock, trying his best to draw out the way you sucked him in. 

he could’ve stayed like this forever, relishing in your ability to grip him for dear life. 

“you’re so fucking tight…did you save this pussy for me?” his voice was just as shaky as yours, completely high off the energy that filled the room.

you nodded your head up and down, mind too absorbed in the pleasure that overtook your body.  

your eyes blew wide as he continued to inch himself further inside your dripping hole; beyond satisfied from being stretched full. 

you watched his jaw go slack as he bottomed out, pupils dilating not only in front of you, but the cameras too. 

the realization that everyone would witness his transformation, caused you to contract around his length; the vibrator intensifying your actions as if you no longer had control. 

he wasted no time thrusting inside you, hips snapping against yours in an immediate, steady rhythm. your body recoiled against his tireless momentum, eventually swinging from the metal ring every time he connected his tip to your cervix. 

“do you think you could hold out sweetheart?” 

you were sure that you could, but you couldn’t help but entertain the idea that it was much deeper than that. 

nonetheless, you mumbled “yes”, hoping to prove your worth so that he would never stop fucking you senseless. 

yet again, your head fell back, pitiful howls escaping through the gag as you felt your orgasm building up a second time. 

“come on, look at me. watch me fuck this pussy.” he used his non occupied hand to usher your head forward, watching you choke up as many moans as you could through the soiled gag. 

he continued to support your head, and it became obvious that it was done for a reason. the sound of the double-doors caught your attention soon after, echoing through the auditorium. your eyes looked past jaehyun’s broad shoulders to catch sight of the four attractive figures that appeared. 

their presence would be burned inside your mind forever—an aura of complete deviance, walking towards your suspended frame with an obvious intent to ravage you beyond repair. 

your eyes couldn’t look away, not even with jaehyun still drilling inside your pussy. 

you noted the two tallest, one with wavy silver hair, and bangs long enough to cover his dark eyes. he had the most  chiseled features out of the four, with full lips to complement his sharp jawline. the other didn’t look nearly as intimidating as the first, with rounded facial features despite having a broader frame. he adorned blue eyes, which you assumed to be contacts. either way, the sky blue color fit his chocolate hair, setting him apart from his yang counterpart.

the third reminded you of a sunset, with golden skin that radiated far beyond his charming presence. his jet black hair offered contrast to his warm exterior. 

the final one—the blonde, surprised you the most, he didn’t seem like the type to present himself in this type of environment, but maybe that was his ruse—to deceive anyone into thinking he wasn’t as filthy as the next. he made sure to be the last one following behind in the ensemble, but you still noted his elfen-like appearance, seeming delicate yet playful. 

they were all just as flawless as jaehyun. 

you would have to refer to them by their features, as there was no indication of their names. truthfully, the idea that you may never know, made this all the more fulfilling. letting four strangers do whatever they wanted to you, was the pinnacle of desire. 

the silver-haired boy made sure to greet you first, standing next to your right side. though you weren’t sure if gripping your chest through the rope was a proper greeting, it still caused you to whimper from his robust touch. he squeezed your nipples harder than jaehyun, watching you crumble from his assault. 

“another slut for me to fuck with hmm? you better hope you make this worth my while.” he snarled against your ear, taking the time to tug your earlobe between his teeth. the kisses that followed were messier than the brunette that stood to your left. you made sure to make eye contact with him and acknowledge his existence despite his silver-haired fiend stealing the show with his unhinged words. the blue-eyed boy had a smug grin on his face, caressing your cheek with no care in the world that your saliva had covered his fingers. 

he began to pecker along your collarbone, keeping his eyes locked onto your own, tongue swiping upwards to taste the sweat that had formed on your flushed skin. 

“i bet she’s been good so far?” the brunette’s voice caught you off guard, completely teasing, even mocking your predicament. you saw him look forward at jaehyun, then down at the vibrator that was still pressed against your clit.

you hoped to god that he would grab and use it on you. that any of them would use it on you.

“hell yeah she’s been good. taking my cock like a good little slut.” jaehyun licked along his upper lip, baring his canine’s again. 

“here...i know she’s close.”

jaehyun offered the vibrator to the brunette, the sensation temporarily leaving your core. you whined in dissatisfaction, hoping it wouldn’t be off you for too long. 

“you’re so pretty…” 

the blonde haired boy soothed your worries, coming up beside the brunette. his hands were noticeably smaller than the rest, but still just as skillful. he took his slender fingers and began to rub your abused clit in circles. the pads of his fingers were a few degrees colder, but it soon warmed up after making contact with your heated skin. 

you jumped, as best as you could, when he increased the pace, and began swiping his entire hand across your wet mound. the sounds of your juices splashing past his digits bounced off of the walls of the auditorium. 

he truly proved your point of his devious nature. 

the golden boy rushed to jaehyun’s left side, getting a clear view of the mess you kept making. his hands trailed down to palm himself through his black denim jeans. even through your tears, you watched him bite his lip, hard enough to make the skin underneath go pale.

you were so close. 

“pl…please. i’m cl…” you thought your words had drifted off into the void, overpowered by the multitude of bodies in the room, but they didn’t go unnoticed. 

“awwh, she’s gonna cum. so wet, so pretty…” the fairy teased, taking the time to lower his mouth to your knee, making sure that he had made at least one mark on your skin by the time the evening was over.

the familiar band from within your core snapped. a wave of pleasure surged from your core all the way up to where the silver-haired boy had gripped your throat. moans managed to escape through the hold he had on your neck, stinging against his palms as he squeezed harder and harder.

the sea of white that flashed across your vision had turned red when the fairy’s hand left you and the vibrator took his place. the brunette’s smile grew wide when he witnessed first-hand what overstimulation looked like, and for him to be the one to blame, made an obvious power trip show across his cheshire grin. 

you were completely ruined. it was evident by the way you began to convulse, the way you cried out, the way your walls continued to contract around jaehyun’s cock. 

“fuckkk, just like that. you're sucking me in so hard. keep doing that sweetheart…”

jaehyun chanted out, an indication that he was close to exploding inside of you.

“take that ball gag off, i wanna hear her scream…” the golden boy directed the fairy to do his bidding, not wanting to pause on his own self-gratification. he had already freed his cock from his boxers, nowhere near patient enough to pull his pants the rest of the way down. 

you weren’t still enough for the blonde as he tried freeing the clasp behind your head. eventually with the help of his silver-haired friend, you were finally able to voice your sounds of another orgasm. 

“i’m gonna cum again!!” you screamed out, making the rest of them smirk with pride.

“are you even gonna say thank you? ungrateful whore…” the same one that had been giving you the most hell, spat against your ear. his words made it all the more damning; you enjoyed how he tested your mental stability. 

“thank you! thank you so much!” 

you were sure that you looked broken, slumped from the actions of these four strangers and of course, jaehyun, who was just as close.

his thrusts were beginning to show cracks, losing the rhythm he had held onto for so long. the two of you stared at each other, in your own world as you both came. 

with one final snap of his hips, he let out a moan, pumping you full of his seed with every inhale and exhale. 

your voice gave out, vocal chords spent from all of the prior screams you produced during your time of luxury.

your mouth hung open as you felt him fill your walls to the brim, creating a salacious mixture that bubbled inside your painted walls.  

even though the vibrator had stopped, a phantom sensation caused you to tremble against the now-still wand. 

all that remained was the comedown. and you weren’t sure you wanted it to end.

jaehyun remained inside you, drawing out the aftermath of your back-to-back orgasm. a thin sheet of sweat decorated his chest, illuminating under the tan lights.

your breathing had finally calmed down, and by the time you tried to get a good look at everyone, they were already huddled around jaehyun, waiting to see the creampie. 

their eyes followed jaehyun’s every move, watching as he exited you with a single plop.

“i’m first.” the silver-haired boy spoke quickly, immediately lowering himself to be level with your weeping hole. 

it was obvious that this wasn’t over. and you were more than okay with that.

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Your future spouse first impression of you (reposted and edited)

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PILE ONE

Right off the bat, you manifested this person to come on your way. I think this person won't approach you at first, it's look like they just gonna watch you from afar. I also sense here that this is your faith with them, a strong romantic soulmate connection will developed when they first met you. This is why they attached to you immediately when they first meet you. Their impression will be like "Ah this person looks like been through a rough life but able to shine" they will see this glow from you, the way you act and especially when you finally made an eye contact with them. Since you have the emperor card here, there's a high chances that maybe this person can be intimidated by you like maybe you have this cold pair of eyes or maybe you have this habit of rbf and probably you may have this very powerful aura and confident within yourself. You might have this stoic and stern impression or if not, you have this kind of million dollar smile. They probably view you as someone who is physically beautiful and someone who might be into glamour, someone who loves to spend money on their beauty and looks. This person think you are charming and breath taking when they first see you.

For some, i'm getting they will see you as someone who is warm, very loving and kind-hearted. From their eyes you are totally 100% attractive, someone who is matured, who is quite possibly, curvy with a large full of figure regardless to gender. And oh, this person has a confident too, they knew from the start that you will like them when they approach you lol. Wait let me see more here, why the woman is looking far away from the sea? Oh i get it now, This person knows you are waiting for them, so you don't need to worry or hurry when it comes to love and this can indicate as well that you might need to focus more on self right now and probably you may need some growth experiences.

As well this is indicates a long distance relationship, they might frequently travel with your own home country or if not, you and them might be in the same country but might come from different cities. I also seeing here with this 3oW card, this indicates to me of "The one is waiting and the one are leaving then comes back" With the wild waves being presented here, this person might view you as someone who may have an unpredictable nature.

For the rest of this pile, their first impression of you is someone who is considerate, wise and thoughtful especially when you two get to know each other and have deep conversations. Overall, this person will think you are someone who is matured from the way you talk even though it's not really meeting your age line and there's a high possibility that they are someone who is older than you (age gap is here). This person will know you are not someone who is can be easily to manipulate with and someone who rarely lies (white lies). Because of this qualities of yours, they will fall much harder for you and they may see you as someone who can be with them in the future.

Someone who knows how to have fun and have playful personality, even though the way you think or view things are very matured, you also know how to joke around like you can be a clown like or you are very funny person. They will admire, adore and love you the first time they see you since they will know you are their other half. They are head over heels for you and would do anything for you. You will capture their heart at the very first time you two meet.

extra messages :

initials and numbers : T, A, R,O, 10-17-4-12-7-3.

Free Spirit, Long distance relationship, Henna Tattoos, Riding Motorbike, Rope, Tied The Knot, Bell, Purple Crystal, Organized, Rude, Medium To Black Skin Color, At The Back Yard, Helpful, Playful, Same Age, Older Man, Yellow Dress, Running, Football, Medium Hair Length , Manifesting, Hot Intimacy, Red Sneakers, Hoodies , Watch, Crown, Beach And Fishes.

zodiac signs - that play important roles on their chart.

aquarius, gemini and aries, water and earth signs.

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PILE TWO

Their first impression is that they'll see you as someone who is heartbreaker that can potentially break their heart into pieces, someone who can leave them behind perhaps all of the love you have shown for them, they think you are type of individual who have a lot choices when it comes choosing a right partner for you. They probably thinking that you are someone who is creative too. Someone who can be an overthinker and cannot stand too long for a relationship. Someone who is observant maybe you are one of these people who is very quite, shy and likes to observe about what happenings on the surroundings and they might notice this when you first meet them. You are totally giving off the vibes of being a bad boy or bad girl like they probably view you as someone who is playing around and likes to entertain others without any hesitation. And somehow, you can be or might be manipulative when it comes in the relationship for example depending of what you really needs from your partner from a specific situation.

For some of you, I'm getting that their first impression will be — You came off to them as someone who is strong and looking for their soul. Someone who gives up and goes away when things get tough. However, this impression will changed when they know you deeply. Like their impression will be from disappointed to a very positive way so i can totally say that their first impression will not be good for you as you think. And maybe after this deep and serious conversation you will share with them. They will probably see you as someone who can build something successful with, someone whom they think can make a great foundation and union.

For the rest of this pile, their first impression to you will be like; This is someone who is exhausted and under alot emotional strain. You might meet this person through friends or social gathering and right off the bat they will see you immediately when you enter the room but they won't feel the what we so called "spark" at first sight, like they won't even have an idea that you will be their future spouse. They might see you as a trouble maker or if not, someone who might bring chaos or conflict. They will see and notice you at a very first moment but they don't have interest for you but it's like they won't make any actions because for them you seems unpredictable in some way and you may challenge their inner belief systems. It may refer to the way you entered their life or how you have changed them as an individual. That can effect on how they view you or see you. You will have a significant effect on their life that they will treasure for the rest of their life.

extra messages

Cold, Intelligent, Petite, Cute Couple, Small Height, Idiot, Heartbreaker, Spacing Out, Tears, "I Don't Fucking Care!", Cheerful Vibes, Bully, Away, Loss, Squirrel, Globe, Travel, Cottagecore, Sewing, Yellow, Fight, Jealous, Old, Brown, Uneven Teeth, Fun, Grey, Cocky, Hat/caps, "Don't forget to enjoy your journey while chasing your dreams" Owl Person, J, T , 6, 8, 10, 16, 2 and 7.

zodiac signs - that play important roles on their chart.

taurus, capricorn, scorpio and libra.

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PILE THREE

With the three of cups here you might meet this person in a party or social gatherings. For some, i'm getting that you may meet them through social media platforms. If this is a out social gatherings - I see here that you dress beautifully where all of your curves showing with this clothing but for a short description you will or may already meet this person through your connection with others. They will turn on or it's a head turner dressing style. I think you already met this person, it's either one of you is waiting for the right time to approach the another person because this another person looks like they come from a heartbreak.

Their first impression of you is that they will see as you as someone who can do everything. This person is like those type of people who is patiently waiting without any sure assurance from the other one. Are you ambivert? It's like you are avoiding this person with your first encounter with them where they can say to themselves "Weird, why they kind of shy or elusive towards me?". And yes, you might come of as someone who isn't friendly for them at first encounter.

Furthermore, this person will notice your imperfections and how you get uncomfortable with the crowd. They will notice you kind of clumsy individual? You frequently make mistakes because of shyness. Perhaps, all of this. They will fall in love with you and with your imperfections, you are come off as a great person for them. Idk but you giving a vibes of person who usually quite yet danger when they get mad.

For some, they will see you as someone who is fair — libra traits. You might meet this person through school, university or work, and you seems nerd for them like someone who is studious person. If you are student now — seems like you are taking the courses like business, medical, law, science or arts related or creative works. You might be someone who is creative and likes to do arts e.g painting, journaling, crafting etc.. I honestly don't want to lie, don't expect this person to be that too good looking physically but they know how to dress and fashion themselves right. Alsolso they might appear as someone who is attractive for others but not for everyone. Cute, they will have a crush on you right away, it's like you will caught this person staring at you all the time and then they will be shy but still gonna stare at you anyway when you are not looking.

extra messages

2028 - 2030, B, M , Traveling, 18, Clumsy, "Hope for the best but prepare for the worst" , Possessive, Playing Golf, Black, Hair Clips, Summer, Vintage, Pink, Blonde Hair, Rushing Hours, Stairs, Violet/purple, Feminine, Bald, Blue, Hooded Eyes, City, Big, Alone, Busy And Blossom,

zodiac signs - that play important roles on their chart.

Air signs : Libra, Gemini, Aquarius. Earth signs : Taurus, Capricorn and Virgo.

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PILE FOUR

This may sound cringe but this person first impression of you is that you are an angel came from heaven to save them. They think you are an angel at the first time you met them, you have this soft side for example your personality or the way you move or your face structure seems like very soft. This person might be into ballet dancing for years before you actually meet them or if not, they just simply had this dreams to be one otherwise this person have a flexible body. You are this type of individual who is usually go with the flow, someone who is easy going and probably someone who don't tend to think about their own problems rather you are a problem-solver individual and physically happy-go-lucky person for them. Perhaps, even though you were smiling it's hard for them to know whether if you are sad or not. You may come off as unpredictable individual through words and actions.

For some, I'm getting that they think you are someone who is very thoughtful, not too emotional and gets to be detached. Someone who wants nothing but to make their life live better. Also they view you as someone who can manage to soft at the same time, a person who can be hard as well. And I won't deny the fact that you are a very positive person, you screams positively to the point I'm seeing you as someone who is looking for the light and hope of something even the chances are small. Someone who is vivacious person and very sexy. You are someone who is the happiest person as always whether it's big or small, you know how to value things.

For the rest of this pile, i'm getting that this person see you as someone who is well respected from their community and from the people around them. In short, you are giving them a leader vibes. Someone who can do multi-tasking.

This person will like you without any hesitation. When time gets finally right, you two already together, this person probably gonna think you are out of their league. Also, you are someone who provides great insights and opinions about something, event, beliefs, animals, or even people. You two seems like mirroring each other. You share some similarities, interests and/or passions in life because somehow they notice this from you that you easily get triggered or get angry from a petty things. In addition, they knew from the start you do have tons of admirers but it seems like you are too blind to notice it.

extra messages :

Motorcycle, Love, Yellow, Jealous, Black, Scheduled, Movie, Green, Blue Eyes Color, Volleyball, Introvert, Possessive, Amber Eyes Color, Offer , 30, 33, 49, W, A, B, G, V, K And L.

zodiac signs - that play important roles on their chart.

The earth, water and fire signs is present on their birth chart especially on their big six such as moon in Leo. Capricorn and Cancer (sun, rising, venus, mercury and mars.)

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PILE FIVE

This person first impression of you is that you are someone who knows how to protect themselves from harmful environment. You maybe meet this person in a garden or somewhere surrounded by nature where the stars shines brighter than they're. It can be from occasion or a party from a wide garden and/or house. When you actually meet them, they might asked you about (or vise versa) for a helpful advice even though you aren't really good with it they usually gonna appreciate your thoughtfulness and advises for them. They gonna think at that moment that you are a helpful and supportive person.

They gonna feel that it's time to open their heart and to share the half of it with you. When you used to get to know each other, they can guarantee that you are the one for them even there's a little doubt here. They will feel very committed to you. For some, i'm getting that when they first meet you. You made them drawn to you, where they can say to themselves when they're alone "Who really they're and why they keep bugging and ruining my mind 24/7?!". They probably gonna spend their whole day thinking about you, they just can't accept that they already fallen for you (yeah, in denial stage).

There's a lot of control issues might happen with them and their own ego. They need to stop what's is holding them back and start accepting things as they are. They should the Universe and Divine timing handling this connection. This connection is one of a kind, very special and unique to the point it cannot be defined through words.

extra messages :

Laces, Beaming Smile, White, Style, Billiard, Struggle, South America, South Korea, South Africa, South East Asia, Short Hair, Antarctica, School, Planner, I, S and X

zodiac signs - that play important roles on their chart.

Water sign : Scorpio, Cancer and Pisces as well the Libra

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PILE SIX

You will meet this person something related to water such as beach, water park, in front/beside of a fountain, river, falls and etcetera. Their first impression to you is that you come off as an physically attractive individual for them. It's seems you are a blessings that they have seen on that day. There's a high chances that they will approach you first and start a conversation right away when they saw you. It's a first conversation and meeting? Yet you and them feel the connection that burning and tapping your own heart for the first time. This person wants to lavish you with their love, attention and affection.

This person love language is physical touch and words affirmation. I suddenly here this three powerful words "I love you" so they're already telling you these words even though you two haven't meet yet. It seems like they're wishing and hoping that you don't find and encounter someone who will able to hurt you or break your heart into pieces. This person is praying for your protection.

For some and for rest of this pile, they will knew when the first time you two meet that you are their true love. Someone who can turned their life upside down and someone who can be light when their dark days come. If this is a true love then this romance can be for lifetime! They view you as someone who can commit for a long time relationship but i see here there's stopping them to achieve this connection with you right now or vice versa and that's because of a family issue? If this is you or them you need to forgive your family especially your parents because somehow your family benefits your love life.

extra messages :

Headphones, Summer, Glasses, Stars, Flowers, Wallet, Juice, Violin, Gentle man, Hand Kisses, Dance, Get to know each other, Healing, Engagement Ring, Butterflies, 23, 7, Truth, Elevate your energy, T, Z , Y And D.

zodiac signs - that play important roles on their chart.

I mostly getting fire signs especially the Aries with little bit influence of Virgo and Venus.

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I say this respectfully

Where the hell do you get your submas merch??? I'm dying over here, I ain't got nothing. Not big into pokemon but submas and Eevee have a choke hold on me

Many were with gifts, from etsy, or from some friend’s shops! Off the top of my head, here’s a few submas artists that have submas things:

@joltiklitwik (twitter): a widest range of different submas merchandise: from stamps, wristlets, shaker charms and more - all super cool and cute! a new wave of submas merch coming soon too!

https://izuma.storenvy.com/

@cecilioque (@/sunjuicypins on twitter) submas clothing and pins! cute stuff and coming out with some new submas plushies too!

https://sunjuicyshop.com/shop/

@fukurinn: simply amazing prints, stickers, and charms! love their colors to bits!

https://ko-fi.com/fukurinnnn/shop

@submashell: sticker sheets and single stickers that are just adorable! (their status submas stickers aren’t listed anymore tho)

https://www.etsy.com/shop/qoodling?ref=shop-header-name&listing_id=1258999636&from_page=listing

Those are just a few I’ve bought from personally but if you look up the word “submas” on Etsy, you’ll find so many other artists selling charms and stickers and much more!

I tend to also buy any merch of submas’ pokemon teams too! ( like @starsalts have a ton of cute pokemon only merch that are very submas core!) Good luck in your search to submasify your life!

#I try to buy anything train related too bc it fills me with joy due to being blorbo adjacent lmao #but some stuff like the unova sticker are no longer sold U-U #ask #long post #links

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Paddock Princess (Lewis Hamilton/Monegasque Heiress!OC)(2/10)

SUMMARY: Before they were an item, they were enemies....

BASED ON: this post

PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Monegasque Heiress!OC Princess Diallo (faceclaim is Fanny Bourdette-Donon)

WARNINGS: slight enemies to lovers, cursing, sexual discussions/content. MINORS DNI

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Princess found herself accompanying her father to the renowned Watches and Wonder event in Geneva, Switzerland. Though she put on an air of polite disinterest, inwardly she was bristling at having to be in such close proximity to Lewis - the cocky race car driver who inexplicably got under her skin like no one else.

As Princess trailed slightly behind her father through the exhibition halls, she took care to keep her distance from Lewis, who seemed to be around every corner flashing that maddening smirk her way while effortlessly charming the attendees. She avoided his gaze, instead engaging in stilted small talk about the luxury timepieces on display. All the while, she tracked Lewis' movements from the corner of her eye.

Finally, the event drew to a close amidst the soft ticking of a thousand watches. Princess breathed an inward sigh of relief, believing she had successfully evaded her nemesis for the day. But her respite was short-lived.

"You know, all this to avoid me gets a bit tiring after a while," came Lewis' rich voice directly behind her.

Princess stiffened, silently cursing her inability to sense his approach before turning to face him with a look of false boredom.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said coolly, taking in his casual lean against the doorframe.

One dark brow arched upwards. "Is that so? Because from where I'm standing, it looks very much like you've been going out of your way to steer clear of me all day." His eyes danced with amusement. "A bit paranoid for no reason, don't you think?"

"Paranoid?" Princess echoed with a derisive laugh. "Please. Don't flatter yourself into thinking I've been preoccupied with your whereabouts."

"So this distance whenever I enter a room is just coincidence?" Lewis outright grinned now, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of her.

Princess opened her mouth to protest, but Lewis cut her off before she could launch into a retort.

"No need to lie, Princess," he said, still using that same insufferable tone. "I know the effect I have on women."

This motherfucker. "You really are the most arrogant, egotistical--"

"Lewis, I trust you'll be joining us for the IWC luncheon?" her father interrupted, approaching them. He hovered close to Princess, placing a kiss on her temple in greeting.

"Wouldn't miss it," Lewis replied smoothly, locking eyes with Princess in a challenge as a smirk played across his lips.

Princess felt her cheeks grow with heat, a mixture of outrage and reluctant attraction bubbling up as Lewis continued goading her with that infuriatingly playful demeanor. She opened her mouth, a biting retort on her tongue, but was stopped by her father's next words.

"Excellent! You'll ride along with us then."

Shooting one last pointed look at Lewis, Princess had no choice but to follow after her father, their ongoing battle left momentarily paused but certainly not over.

In the backseat of the town car, Princess stewed silently, actively ignoring Lewis' attempts at conversation from the adjacent seat. Perhaps this luncheon wouldn't be so unbearable if she didn't have to suffer his arrogant company.

When they arrived at the posh restaurant IWC had rented out, Princess' hopes were swiftly dashed. Of course, her place setting was positioned right next to Lewis' at the table.

Jesus, just kill me now, she thought with an eye roll then smiled adorably at her father. "Why don't I switch with you, Baba?" she suggested.

Her father instantly caught the ruse, eyes narrowing. "And why would you want to do that?"

"You and Lewis seem to have a lot to discuss," Princess replied, hoping her father would take the hint.

But he wasn't having it. "No, you'll sit right here next to him. Be nice." He shot her an exaggerated look before wandering off to chat with a colleague.

Princess sighed, resigning herself to her fate as Lewis took the seat beside her. An awkward silence fell between them for several beats. She could feel his eyes raking over her figure, and when she glanced at him, he was smiling softly to himself.

"You look nice today, Princess," Lewis said at last, his voice holding a hint of sincerity that she didn't expect.

Princess scoffed reflexively. "Is that supposed to be sarcastic?" She eyed him with suspicion, wondering what angle he was working.

Lewis shook his head. "Not at all. You really do look good."

Princess scoffed at Lewis' comment, not about to let his superficial flattery disarm her. "Is that supposed to be charming then?" she retorted, finally meeting his gaze with a challenging stare. "Because you'll have to try harder than that."

Lewis chuckled, not even attempting to hide how her prickly response amused him. "There's the Princess I've come to know and tolerate," he quipped, leaning back in his chair. "I was starting to think you'd gone soft on me."

"You should be so lucky," Princess shot back, noting the admiring way his eyes raked over her figure and feeling a reluctant flutter in her stomach. Damn him for being so infuriatingly attractive.

As the first course arrived, Princess busied herself with meticulously arranging her utensils, all too aware of Lewis' presence beside her. She could practically feel the smugness rolling off him in waves. No doubt he was gearing up with another biting remark.

Sure enough, Lewis leaned in closer, his voice taking on a low, conspiratorial tone. "You know Princess, all this hostility between us is really just foreplay at this point."

Princess choked on her water, sputtering as her cheeks flushed hot. "I beg your pardon?" She fixed him with an icy glare, silently willing her treacherous heart to stop pounding.

Lewis simply shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. "Just calling it like I see it, love." His eyes danced with mirth. "The way you get all riled up over me…it's obvious you're attracted to me."

"Don't flatter yourself," Princess hissed, fighting the urge to cause a scene. As much as she loathed to admit it, part of her was perversely thrilled by Lewis' audacious flirtation. She found herself leaning in as well, unable to resist his magnetic pull.

"Is that a denial I detect?" Lewis' voice was soft, yet it somehow carried over the din of the luncheon guests. "Because your body is telling me a very different story."

Princess opened her mouth to object, but was interrupted by her father rejoining them at the table, chatting animatedly about some watchmaking technique with his colleague. Flustered, she pulled back, putting some space between her and Lewis once more.

As the luncheon pressed on, Princess couldn't shake Lewis' words from her mind. The way he so brazenly pointed out her attraction, as if he could see straight through her prickly exterior - it both infuriated her and set her mind and body buzzing with awareness of him.

She knew she should douse this fire between them before it raged out of control. And yet, Princess couldn't help stealing sidelong glances at the race car driver, taking in the chiseled line of his jaw, the strength of his hands as he idly toyed with his utensils. She imagined how those hands might feel on her body and felt a shiver run through her.

Damn him. Damn this undeniable chemistry bubbling between them, no matter how much she tried to smother it. As dessert was served, Princess had the sinking feeling that this tempestuous game between them had only just begun to truly play out.

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As Lewis made his rounds schmoozing with the IWC executives after the luncheon, he couldn't deny he was enjoying this particular event a bit more than usual. Perhaps it was the company he'd kept earlier.

His gaze kept straying to where Princess stood across the room, looking every bit the elegant billionaire's daughter in her curve-hugging midi dress. Even from a distance, Lewis could admire the gentle swell of her hips, the delicate span of her waist, and the way a few stray curls had escaped her updo to frame her regal features.

He felt his body growing warm with want as memories of their charged conversation replayed in his mind. The defiant spark in Princess' eyes as she rebuffed his flirtatious comments. The way her cheeks flushed so prettily when he boldly called out her attraction to him. The subtle parting of her full lips as she leaned in, drawn to him despite herself.

Lewis shifted, anxious for some relief from the sudden tightness in his trousers. If he was being honest with himself, Princess had been invading his thoughts - and lonely fantasies - with increasing frequency ever since their recent heated encounter at the Bahrain Grand Prix.

He'd pleasured himself too many times to the imagined vision of her sleek body writhing beneath his, of her cries of pleasure muffled against his neck as he drove into her. It was becoming an obsession, one he couldn't seem to slake no matter how often he sought release. Each time only left Lewis craving Princess more feverishly.

Across the room, as if she could sense his eyes devouring her, Princess's gaze met his in a scorching look. Lewis felt his throat go dry as she held his stare for a heated moment before turning away, her hips swaying subtly in a manner that could only be deliberate torment.

A low groan almost escaped him. Princess was going to be the utter undoing of his restraint, this much was becoming certain. The tension simmering between them was quickly reaching a boiling point. And based on the smoldering promise in Princess's eyes, she would surrender most exquisitely when he at last had her in his arms, in his bed.

Clearing his throat, Lewis readjusted his stance to a less compromising position. He had meetings to attend and appearances to keep, but his mind was utterly preoccupied with visions of Princess and counting down the moments until he could pull her into his arms and submit to all this delicious tension between them.

Lewis soon found himself chatting with Princess' father, making the usual small talk when the older man brought up his daughter's demeanor.

"I don't know what's gotten into her lately," he said with a bemused chuckle. "She's been acting so standoffish around you, Lewis. Any idea what that might be about?"

Lewis kept his expression carefully neutral, shrugging one shoulder. "Can't say I do, sir. Princess and I have developed quite the…awkwardness, huh?" He flashed a wry grin, but didn't dare reveal the true undercurrent of tension currently simmering between him and the man's daughter.

Princess' father shook his head fondly. "I suppose I've rather spoiled her rotten, being the youngest and only daughter. But how can a father not dote on his princess?" He let out a hearty laugh. "Her future husband will certainly have his hands full keeping up with her."

The casual mention of a husband for Princess gave Lewis an unmistakable start. He carefully schooled his features as her father continued.

"Speaking of which, there have been some early discussions of an arranged marriage for her," he said nonchalantly. "With the son of an old family friend - Chuma. Very stable, sensible young man from an exceptionally wealthy family. I think he'd make an excellent match for my daughter."

Lewis felt his mouth go dry as he risked a glance across the room to where Princess stood. He swallowed hard against the unexpected lump of worry forming in his throat.

For all their combative banter and heated looks, the idea of Princess being legally tied to another man caused an unmistakable pang in Lewis' chest. He had assumed their escalating flirtation and magnetic pull was leading towards an inevitable explosive culmination - not her being pawned off to some random fucking man!

Forcing a smile, Lewis gave a noncommittal nod. "I'm sure you'll make the best decision for your daughter," he replied tightly.

But as her father droned on about Chuma's merits, Lewis couldn't tear his eyes away from Princess. A nagging part of him couldn't shake the feeling that her path was rapidly diverging from the one paved with passionate clandestine trysts he had envisioned for them.

And the thought of never getting to sate the burning desire she had stoked within him…made his gut twist with silent protest. Lewis didn't know how, but he wasn't ready to concede the chase for Princess quite yet.

The Miami heat was utterly stifling, but Princess tried not to let it dampen her mood as she arrived at the prestigious golf club hosting IWC's charity event. She deserved to let loose and enjoy herself after the bombshell her parents had dropped about arranging her marriage to some wealthy friend's son named Chuma.

At 27 years old, she had accomplished so much on her own - supporting various charities, working with the UN and non-profits providing education to underprivileged girls in Kenya, Mozambique, Lebanon and India. Not to mention her successful side endeavors in the fashion world as an ambassador for iconic brands like Christian Dior.

But it seemed none of that mattered to her traditionalist father. All he cared about was continuing the Diallo family legacy through the inevitable means of an arranged union with a suitably affluent spouse. As if her accomplishments amounted to nothing more than a dowry of sorts.

The injustice of it burned deep in Princess' gut, fueling a petulant, reckless urge to rebel against the life being forcibly mapped out for her. Her gaze sharpened as it landed on Lewis across the manicured greens, looking devilishly handsome in his sophisticated golfing attire that clung to his muscular frame.

Yes, perhaps indulging in a little harmless flirtation with the race car driver would be a delicious form of defiance against her parents' archaic plans. Lewis always had been a tantalizing temptation she could never quite resist, as much as she tried.

As if sensing her eyes on him, Lewis looked up and met her smoldering stare with a molten one of his own, daring her with that infuriatingly cocky half-smile. Princess felt her breath catch as she drank in every detail of him - from the casual dishevelment of his braids hanging in a low ponytail to the intricate tattoos decorating his ripped forearms and hands.

She had always harbored a weakness for inkwork on a man's body. There was something about the permanent, almost poetic declarations of art etched into warm skin that she found irresistibly primal and alluring. It didn't hurt that Lewis' tattoos only served to heighten his rugged rebel aura that drew Princess to him like a moth to a flame.

Lost in her thirsty appraisal, Princess jolted when her father's voice sounded beside her. "Are you quite alright? You look a bit…flushed."

"It's just the heat, Baba," Princess responded automatically, tearing her eyes away from Lewis with great difficulty. Yes, she could absolutely use a cold drink - among other things - to cool her blazing temperature.

As the golf event got underway with Lewis, Tom Brady, and the other celebrity pros showing off their impressive skills, Princess allowed her attention to drift. She caught Lewis shooting heated looks her way every so often, each one stoking the slow burn of arousal simmering within her.

Perhaps this was destiny's way of allowing her one final, gloriously hedonistic fling before resigning herself forever to a respectable, sexless marriage. Because Princess knew in her bones that Lewis was her last chance to satisfy this long-simmering curiosity about what pleasures he could show her before she became somebody else's wife. Princess couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt towards Lewis, that reckless siren call whispering for her to succumb to temptation before it was too late, but even as her eyes followed his chiseled frame across the greens, part of her hesitated.

He was so painfully arrogant, that constant smugness grating on her last nerve even as it fanned the flames of her lust, and as an ambassador for IWC Watches, Lewis' involvement with her family's company muddied the waters of propriety.

Princess scoffed at the thought. Since when had propriety ever dictated her choices? IWC may have been her father's legacy, but it certainly wasn't hers. And she couldn't deny she was feeling recklessly petty after her parents callously revealed their plans to marry her off.

Her gaze slid over the other drivers milling about, idly assessing each as a potential…distraction. Lando was precious but felt too much like a little brother to ever pursue. Yuki practically still belonged in nappies, the baby-faced angel that he was. Daniel had always charmed her with his antics, but he was also hopelessly immature at times.

Which left Lewis as the prime candidate - a rival who nonetheless set her veins thrumming with undeniable chemistry. For all his arrogance and her irritation over how easily he got under her skin, Princess couldn't resist imagining how fiercely electric their clash would be between the sheets.

There was something to be said for wild, unbridled sex with one's enemy, wasn't there? No niceties or inhibitions to restrain them, just pure primal want and the relief of finally slaking this keening need they had stoked in one another over the last few months.

Lewis's gaze locked with hers from across the green once again. The sheer heat in his dark eyes made Princess's mouth go dry with anticipation. Her thighs clenched instinctively, already aching for the delicious brutality of his passion she knew he wouldn't be able to hold back.

In that heated moment, Princess knew resistance was futile and ultimately unwanted. Before this future of marital imprisonment was secured around her, she was going to know every inch of Lewis Hamilton - thoroughly and shamelessly.

Let the consequences be damned. This was about indulging her petty, selfish craving before it was stripped from her forever. With a subtle bite of her full lower lip, she held Lewis's ravenous stare as a daring invitation sparked to life between them.

Princess tried to steady her racing pulse as Lewis strode towards her, the air suddenly thick and charged with anticipation. She took a sip of the crisp water provided to guests, hoping to wet her dry mouth.

Her father was conveniently occupied chatting with Tom Brady, leaving Princess momentarily unattended as Lewis reached her side. Up close, his masculine scent - a heady blend of expensive cologne, fresh grass and sheer virility - enveloped her senses.

"Care to take a swing, Princess?" he murmured, those full lips curved in a way that made the simple invitation drip with innuendo.

Princess blinked, thrown by the unexpected offer. "I…excuse me?"

One dark brow quirked upwards in amusement. "On the golf course," Lewis clarified smoothly. "I could show you a few holes, if you'd like?"

She opened her mouth to decline, but her father had overheard and jumped in enthusiastically. "What a splendid idea! Golf is such a civilized sport, my daughter would do well to cultivate an interest." He shot Princess a loaded look. "Instead of forever flitting off to those fashion shows."

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Princess gestured vaguely at her attire - a stylish strapless white mini dress that accentuated her curves. "I'm hardly dressed for the activity, Baba."

Lewis's molten gaze slowly raked over every inch of her body in a way that made her shiver. "I think you look perfectly fine as is," he purred.

"Exactly!" her father boomed, obliviously obtuse as always. "Lewis, please take my stubborn girl out on the course. Perhaps you can instill some of your passion for the sport in her."

And just like that, Princess found herself being shepherded by an overly solicitous Lewis towards one of the golf carts. He held her door open, head dipped in an almost mocking display of courtly manners.

"Try not to drive like a maniac," Princess couldn't resist snarking as she climbed in.

Lewis's only response was a devilish grin and a low, "As you wish…Princess," that made her toes curl inside her sandals.

The ride to the private, secluded hole Lewis had selected was thankfully a tame one. Though Princess caught him shooting her smoldering looks from the corner of his eye that revved her up far more than any wild chase could.

Finally, Lewis pulled up to a halt in the velvet green courtyard of the fairway and gestured for Princess to follow him out onto the impeccably manicured grass.

"Alright Princess, time for your first golf lesson," he said with a roguish grin. "Though with a body like that, you're bound to be quite the distraction."

Princess huffed out a breath, fighting a smile at his shameless flirting. "Just get on with the fucking lesson."

Grabbing a club, Lewis moved to stand behind her, his chest lightly grazing her back as he placed the iron in her hands. His fingers closed over hers, guiding her into the proper stance as his other hand settled on her waist.

"Just follow my lead," he breathed into her ear, his nose grazing along her cheek as he adjusted her hip positioning with maddening leisure. "Let me show you how to properly…swing."

Princess could barely concentrate on his instructions, utterly consumed by the overwhelming masculinity of him surrounding her. His heady scent, the scorching heat of his body seeping through her thin dress, the maddening friction of his hips undulating against her ass.

She bit back a whimper as Lewis pressed even closer, his evident arousal now nestled against her. This was sweet, exquisite torture that she never wanted to end even as her body cried out to be ravished by him fully.

"How's this feeling so far?" Lewis rasped into her ear, his lips brushing the sensitive shell with every word. "Getting a nice feel for the hip motion needed?"

Princess couldn't formulate a coherent response even if she was able to. She could only arch back against him shamelessly, silently begging him to abandon the silly lesson and take her right here on the sun-drenched grass.

"That's it, sweetheart," he murmured in that gravelly tone. "Really torque those hips into the swing."

His large hands gripped her waist firmly, exaggerating the undulating movement until she was practically grinding her backside against his firm heat. A tremulous shiver ran through Princess at the overwhelming masculinity surrounding her.

"Lewis…" she managed to rasp out, twisting her neck to meet his smoldering gaze. "I doubt this is the right way to teach someone."

One dark brow quirked upwards as he held her stare boldly. "Really? My apologies, Your Highness. Perhaps you'd prefer a more…hands-off approach?"

With that, Lewis stepped back and gestured towards the ball atop the tee in a clear challenge. Princess felt a rush of dual frustration and arousal at his abrupt withdrawal. Shooting him a mutinous look, she shifted her stance to swing at the ball.

The first attempt went awry, the ball skittering weakly to the left as Lewis tsked. "Put a bit more hip into it, love. I know you're capable of putting some real power behind those swings."

His voice had dropped an octave, the graveled timbre sending a fresh shiver down Princess' spine. Squaring her shoulders, she arched her body into the next swing with every ounce of pent-up tension thrumming through her. This time the ball sailed in a beautiful trajectory down the perfectly manicured fairway.

"Well done," Lewis rumbled in clear approval, having stepped up beside her once more without warning. "I knew that you could put in those necessary hip movements when motivated."

Princess bit the inside of her cheek, holding back a scandalized squeak. Spinning to face him fully, she tilted her chin in a silent challenge.

"Is that your way of issuing a dare, Mr. Hamilton?" she asked, proud of how steady her tone remained despite the molten burn building low in her belly.

His lips curved in a slow, sinful smile that had her insides clenching treacherously. "Perhaps. Or an invitation of sorts…" Lewis leaned in until she could feel the tantalizing whisper of his warm breath fanning her tingling skin. "I'm hosting a party after the Grand Prix. Loud music, lots of people…could be fun if you're interested?"

Princess blinked at the seemingly innocuous proposal, her breath catching as Lewis' cologne and sheer masculine presence enveloped her senses. Suddenly she was acutely aware of how far they had drifted from the main event area and any prying eyes.

"You're inviting me?" She hated how breathless her voice sounded. "To one of your Grand Prix after-parties?"

Lewis shrugged one broad shoulder lazily, holding her wide-eyed stare. There was a scorching heat in his brandy-warm gaze that promised so many deliciously wicked things.

"I thought you could use a chance to blow off some steam before your father locks you away, sweetheart," he rumbled, the husky endearment sending a shiver ricocheting through her core.

Princess fought to keep her features schooled in calm defiance, silently cursing the riot of butterflies his words had set off inside her. Part of her longed to sag gratefully against this solid temptation and unleash the darkest, most wanton cravings that Lewis seemed to stoke with merely a look or touch.

But her more cautious side railed against falling into the smoldering trap his heated gaze so brazenly set. Taking a fortifying breath, Princess arched one eyebrow in a move she hoped looked more indifferent than rattled.

"And just what kind of…steam relief did you have in mind, Mr. Hamilton?"

The slow, sinful curl of his lips in response was all the searing promise Princess needed. Oh, so it's like that then?

"Let's just say," he began, his voice a tantalizing purr, "I know how to throw a party that will make you forget all your worries, even if it's just for one night."

Princess bit her lip, considering his offer. The idea of a night free from her responsibilities, where she could just be herself without the weight of expectations, was incredibly tempting. Yet, the thought of letting her guard down with Lewis was equally terrifying.

As if sensing her hesitation, Lewis stepped closer, closing the distance between them. His proximity was intoxicating, the warmth of his body seeping into hers.

"I promise you'll have a good time," he whispered, his breath fanning over her ear. "No strings attached, just a night of fun and freedom."

Princess looked up into his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit. All she found was genuine warmth and a spark of something she couldn't quite place.

"Alright," she said finally, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I'll go."

Lewis's grin was dazzling, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Fantastic. I'll have someone pick you up at seven. Wear a bikini too....it's a pool party."

Princess arrived at the paddock, her stomach aflutter with a mixture of nerves and excitement as Lewis's invitation to his after-party replayed in her mind. She took a calming breath, determined to keep her focus on Alpine's performance during today's free practice session instead of worrying about her potential hook-up with Lewis.

As she made her way through the bustling paddock, a collective gasp and shrills erupted behind her. Princess turned to see what caused the commotion and her breath caught in her throat.

There was Lewis, strutting confidently down the paddock in a vibrant Daily Paper jacket and pants, but it was what was underneath that caught everyone’s attention - he was completely shirtless, his chiseled and tattooed physique on full display. Photographers swarmed him, snapping photos rapidly, eager to capture every angle of his defiant display.

Lewis was on one, his rebellious spirit ignited by the FIA stewards’ recent attempt to strictly enforce the no-jewelry rule during races. His outfit was a bold statement, a sartorial middle finger to those trying to constrain his individuality. This was Lewis Hamilton in full “fuck those stewards” mode, and he wanted everyone to know it.

Princess felt her cheeks grow warm as Lewis approached. He slowed his stride and that familiar half-smile crept across his lips. "Well hello there, Princess. Don't you look stunning today," he purred, giving her an appreciative once-over, enjoying the way her dress showed off her thick thighs and the briefest glance of decolletage.

I can say the same about you, sir. She managed a polite smile, willing her voice to remain steady. "Thank you, Lewis. You're…certainly making a statement today."

His deep chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. "Just keeping things interesting." He winked then continued on whilst his physiotherapist, Angela, greeted Princess with a warm smile and light wave before hurrying to catch up with him.

Princess exhaled slowly, hating how flustered his presence made her feel. He knew what he was doing wearing that outfit - how seeing his tanned skin would make any female within his vicinity go absolutely wild.

"Don't bite the bait, Princess," she whispered to herself as she carried on with her walk to Alpine's motorhome. At least not yet...

She still had two more days until Lewis' party, however, with the way he was dressing and that tempting smile of his, Princess was so dangerously close to jumping his bones right then and there.

Princess stood near the Alpine pit lane, eyes fixed on the timing screens as the team's cars completed practice laps. Her brow furrowed slightly, still not fully convinced they had the pace to outshine Aston Martin and Alfa Romeo this weekend.

The roar of engines grew louder as the cars flashed by. So focused on watching the cars, she didn't notice the figure approaching until a familiar voice made her start.

"Looking inscrutable as ever, I see," Lewis rumbled from beside her.

Princess turned to find him standing there, clad in his racing suit and boots, that maddening half-smile playing across his lips. She hoped her cheeks didn't flush at his sudden proximity.

"Lewis," she replied calmly. "I didn't see you there."

"Clearly." His gaze drifted brazenly over her. "You do look really lovely today, Princess."

She couldn't resist an eye roll at that. "I'm trying to focus here. I don't have time to listen to your flattery."

"Of course, of course." He held up his hands in mock surrender. "My apologies for the distraction."

Otmar, Alpine's team principal, called out from the pit box. "Princess, come take a look at these tyre data readings."

"Good luck out there during free practice." Princess offered him a warm smile before turning on her heel to head towards Otmar and the Alpine pit box.

But the rich timbre of Lewis' voice stopped her in her tracks. "Are you going to cheer for me, sweetheart?"

She twisted back to face him, catching his trademark grin and the mischievous glint in his brown eyes. Arching one sculpted brow, Princess squinted at the Formula One champion. "Should I? Given that we're competitors and all? How would that look to my dad?"

Lewis gave a lazy shrug of his broad shoulders, the racing suit stretching tautly across his muscular frame. "I could give two fucks about what your father thinks, no disrespect to him." His gaze burned into hers. "But I'm just trying to see something…"

Princess felt her pulse quicken under the smoldering weight of his stare. She tilted her chin defiantly. "Like?"

"If you're really still trying to play this hard-to-get game of yours." Lewis took one long stride closer, invading her personal space. "I like the chase and all, but can you throw me a little bone, sweetheart?"

A shiver raced down Princess' spine at the husky endearment. Mustering her resolve, she shot him a taunting smirk. "Maybe…we'll see who's team has a better place after Sunday's race. You'll get your answer then."

With a swirl of her dress, Princess turned and strode towards Otmar, leaving Lewis standing there watching her departure with undisguised wanting in his eyes and a boyish grin.

"Bet," he murmured to himself, gaze roaming appreciatively over her retreating form.

After the Miami Grand Prix race day, Princess couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment. Alpine's drivers had finished a lackluster P8 and P11, further delaying their efforts to close the points gap on the top teams. While her father would no doubt be frustrated, Princess decided to fully let loose tonight as a form of consolation.

She made her way to the waterfront rental home hosting Lewis' famous after-party. Rap music blasted from the speakers as she stepped inside, DJ Ruckus holding court at the booth with a red cup in hand and some groupies hovering nearby. The party was in full swing, pulsing with famous faces and an almost dizzying number of beautiful women. Princess felt a bit out of place amidst the wildness and briefly regretted her decision to come.

Wandering through the crowded house, she eventually spilled out into the backyard area. It was more spacious, boasting a large infinity pool surrounded by plush loungers on the grassy area. While still packed with revelers dancing, drinking, and splashing in the water, it felt slightly more manageable than the chaos inside.

Princess had dressed for the occasion in a simple white bikini top paired with loose cargo pants that hung enticingly low on her hips. Her dark curls were allowed to fall in their natural, tousled waves - just in case she ended up getting them wet later. Scanning the patio area, she didn't immediately spot Lewis and made her way to the outdoor bar instead.

"Vodka soda with a lemon," she requested from the bartender with a warm smile.

From a few feet away near the fire pit, Lewis' gaze was suddenly arrested by Princess' arrival. His breath caught at how utterly gorgeous she looked, sun-kissed skin glowing and those wild curls framing her delicate features. Without a second thought, Lewis smoothly removed the tatted bombshell who had been perched on his lap, politely dismissing her confused "Where are you going?"

Not breaking his stride, the Formula One champion made a beeline straight for the patio bar where Princess stood waiting on her drink.

"Well, well," his rich voice rumbled as he sidled up next to her. "If it isn't the elusive Princess…"

She turned at the sound of his rich voice, offering him a radiant smile over the rim of her vodka soda. "Lewis, hello."

His gaze roamed shamelessly over her outfit - the bikini top paired with those alluring cargo pants that clung to her curves. "You always did have such good fashion sense."

Princess gave an airy laugh. "Why thank you. It's one of my biggest passions - fashion, that is."

"Seems we also have that in common then," Lewis remarked with a roguish grin.

"Oh? And what was the first thing we had in common?" she teased.

He leaned in closer, their shoulders brushing. "We're both insanely competitive, of course."

Princess giggled in agreement. "Ah yes, that's the Zimbabwean in me."

"Well, I guess that's the Caribbean in me," Lewis chuckled lowly.

As a fresh wave of partygoers flooded the patio area, Lewis noted the reserved set of Princess's shoulders, the prim line of her mouth despite the wildness unfolding around them. Moonlight and shadow carved the regal angles of her profile in stark contrast. "You need to relax more, love. Let me get you a shot."

She eyed him skeptically as she watched him order two shots of tequila. "I'm not much of a shot girl…"

Those expressive dark eyes of his danced with mischief as he pinned her with a pleading look, bottom lip protruding ever so slightly in an enticing pout. "Just one?" He held up a single finger. "For me, sweetheart?"

Princess exhaled a defeated chuckle, rolling her eyes heavenward before accepting the shot of clear liquid. She licked the salt from the back of her hand with a delicate swipe of her tongue before tossing it back. Instantly, her features scrunched adorably as the sting hit her throat. A deep, rumbling laugh spilled from Lewis at the comically precious expression.

"Fuck, why you always gotta look so cute?" he rasped with naked yearning.

Meeting his heated stare with smoldering defiance, Princess countered, "Cute? I'm not a kitten, Lewis."

Lewis held her gaze as he drew even nearer, his muscular frame now pinning her deliciously against the bar. "You know what I mean, darling," he all but growled, their faces a mere whisper apart.

A raucous roar erupted from the crowd as the opening beats of Lil Jon's "Get Low" pumped through the speakers.

A wicked smirk curved his lips. "Dance with me."

She blinked at him. "No."

"What, you can't dance?" he challenged.

Bristling, Princess shot back, "Of course I can dance."

The triumphant grin that broke across Lewis's features was utterly feral. In one fluid motion, he captured her by the hips, pulling her body flush against the scorching hardness of his until not even a whisper of air could pass between them. "Good," he rasped against the fragrant warmth of her neck, "now come on then…"

Lewis steered them towards the makeshift dance floor. The pulsing crowd parted before them like the Red Sea, as if sensing the raging undercurrent between the F1 champion and this utterly bewitching woman in his arms. He stopped them in the thick of the throng, his body a furnace of scorching heat at Princess's back. His free hand found her hip, fingertips molding to the flare of bone there as he tugged her firmly against him.

For a frozen heartbeat, Princess stood still, then, as if released from a trance, she began to move against him in a slow, tantalizing grind. Her hips rolled and swayed with hypnotic fluidity, undulating against the planes of Lewis' burgeoning arousal. Each sensual slide of her body over his sent tendrils of white-hot friction licking through them both.

Lewis matched her rhythm with predatory grace, the powerful flex and roll of his hips keeping him firmly molded to Princess's delicious curves. His right hand stayed fused to her waist, refusing to let her escape the burning trail his fingers seared over her skin. The other drifted lower, thumb tracing reverent strokes along the gentle flare of her thighs.

All around them, bodies gyrated in a fever pitch of alcohol-glazed debauchery, but in their tiny pocket of the dance floor, Princess and Lewis existed in a world exclusively their own - one of searing looks and forbidden caresses, of siren song and thunderous heartbeats.

Slowly, with excruciating restraint, Lewis leaned down until his lips were a scant breath from Princess's ear. "Are you relaxed yet, love?" The words were murmured as softly as a lethal caress.

With a shuddering intake of breath, Princess angled her head, allowing her cheek to brush ardently against Lewis's jaw. Her eyelids drifted shut, shuttering those brown pools from his heated gaze.

"Almost," she purred in return, hips snapping with pointed precision against his straining zipper.

Lewis rumbled deep in his chest - a carnal sound caught between a growl and a groan of rapture at her bold challenge. The hand on her waist flexed hungrily, nails biting into her flesh as he drank her intoxicating proximity like a dying man gasping for air. "Let's go somewhere quieter then."

He led her off the dance floor, weaving through the throngs of partygoers and up a grand staircase to one of the many bedrooms. It was the master suite, a fact evident from the sheer largeness of the room. Judging by the suitcases and clothes strewn about, it was where Lewis slept.

"Sorry about the mess," Lewis apologized, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips.

Princess smiled, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "It's fine. I wasn't expecting you to be a neat freak."

As they sat on the bed, the comfortable silence stretched between them, Lewis's eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint. "You know, Princess," he began, his tone laced with playful snark, "you've got to let go of this whole playing-hard-to-get act."

Princess raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Oh? And why's that?"

Lewis leaned back on his hands, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Because my team scored more points than Alpine today. Seems like a sign, don't you think?"

Princess couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head. "Sure, I guess. So, if I'm not playing hard to get, what game should I play then?"

Lewis's grin widened, his eyes darkening with intent. "How about the game where you let me kiss you?"

Before Princess could respond, Lewis leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, filled with all the pent-up desire and playful tension that had been building between them.

Princess responded eagerly, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them intensifying with each passing second. Lewis's hands roamed her back, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

With a soft moan, Princess allowed herself to be lowered onto the bed, Lewis's weight a comforting presence above her. He kissed her neck, trailing a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone. Her hands found the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards and over his head, revealing the taut muscles beneath.

Lewis's breath hitched as her fingers traced the lines of his torso, his eyes darkening with need. "You're beautiful," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with desire.

Princess's response was a breathless laugh, her hands continuing their exploration. "So are you."

Lewis's fingers deftly unclasped Princess's bikini top. As the fabric fell away, he was greeted with the sight of her pierced nipples. "Well, that's a nice surprise," he teased, a slow, appreciative grin spreading across his face as Princess rolled her eyes at his antics.

Undeterred, Lewis's lips descended to capture a nipple in his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers. He watched intently for her reaction as his tongue flicked out, licking and sucking until the nub hardened beneath his ministrations. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched her back, offering herself to him. He took it as an invitation, his mouth trailing down her stomach as he peppered kisses along the way. He paused at her navel, tracing the outline with his tongue before dipping it inside to briefly tease her then making his way back up to her breasts. She trembled underneath him, anticipation and desire building in the pit of her stomach.

Princess's thoughts swirled in a dizzying array of sensations. She could scarcely believe she was here, with Lewis, engaging in such an intimate encounter. A surge of rebellious pride washed over her. This moment felt like a defiant middle finger to her father, who had always tried to control her life and dictate her future, including whom she could marry.

As Lewis continued his relentless assault on her breasts, he murmured against her skin, "I like the way you taste. I wonder if your pussy tastes even better."

Her breath hitched, and with a sly smile, she replied, "You'll just have to find out."

Lewis chuckled, his fingers moving to unfasten the button of her pants. Just as he was about to pull them down, a knock at the door interrupted them. He groaned in frustration, trying to ignore it, but the knocking persisted, louder and more insistent.

With a reluctant huff, Lewis got up to answer the door. Standing there was his friend Spinz, his expression apologetic. "Sorry to interrupt, but there's a really bad argument happening downstairs between two women."

Lewis sighed deeply, running a hand over his face. He turned back to Princess, who was still on the bed, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern. "Stay here," he urged gently. "I'll be right back."

Princess lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, her thoughts swirling with the weight of what was about to happen. It seemed crazy — teetering on the edge of fucking someone nine years her junior and practically her father's employee. Yet, there was a tiny part of her that relished this rebellion. Besides, she could be doing much worse.

Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted from downstairs, followed by the sound of glass shattering. Startled, she quickly pulled her bikini top back on, fixed her pants then headed towards the noise. As she descended the stairs, she saw two bodyguards each holding one woman back. The rest of the partygoers were watching the scene in shock and piqued interest. One woman was still trying to lunge at the other, and then Princess spotted Lewis, who was directing the bodyguards to escort the women out.

One woman, a brunette in a glittering swimsuit, screamed, "You lying bitch! I can't believe you slept with him!"

The other woman, a blonde in a tight red monokini, struggled against the bodyguard holding her. "Oh, please! Like you didn't know he was seeing other people! Get over yourself!"

Lewis stepped forward, his authoritative presence commanding attention. "Enough!" he barked, silencing the room. "Take them both out of here," he ordered the bodyguards. "Make sure they get in separate cars and go straight home. We don't need this kind of drama."

The bodyguards nodded, dragging the still-squabbling women towards the exit. As they were being led away, the brunette turned and shouted, "You're all just a bunch of assholes!"

Lewis ignored her outburst, turning his attention to the DJ. "Hey, Ruckus, let's keep the music going. Everyone else, let's get back to having a good time."

The DJ nodded and quickly resumed the music, the pulsating beats gradually drawing the guests back into the party atmosphere. Lewis spotted Princess on the stairwell and made his way over. "I thought I told you to stay in the room," he said, a mix of frustration and amusement in his eyes.

"I'm stubborn," she responded with a smirk, making him smile widely. Just then, her phone vibrated with a message from her father: "Where are you? I have to share amazing news with you."

She sighed and typed out a reply. "Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

"What's wrong, baby?" Lewis asked as Princess stared at her phone, awaiting her father’s response.

"No," came her father's reply. "It's about your future. Meet me at the hotel's restaurant in thirty minutes."

Princess cursed under her breath, glancing up at Lewis. "I'm sorry, my father..."

"Go," Lewis responded, his tone understanding but firm.

"Lewis, I—"

"It's cool," he interrupted, "but know that we have some unfinished business, okay? I still want to know how that pussy tastes."

She gave him a smirk. "Persistent, are we?"

"Always," he said, then leaned in to give her a long, lingering farewell kiss.

When they parted, Princess said, "I guess I'll hit you up later."

"You will," he said with a confident nod.

Princess reluctantly left the party and made her way back to her hotel. She arrived just under thirty minutes and spotted her father waiting outside the restaurant, his expression a mix of impatience and disapproval. As soon as he saw her, he let out a tsk of disgust.

"What are you wearing?" he asked sharply. Princess opened her mouth to reply, but he cut her off. "Never mind that. Come on, Princess. Someone wants to meet you."

"Who?" Princess wondered aloud as her father led her to a table.

A tall, imposing man with broad shoulders and deep skin stood up to greet them. "Princess, my love, this is Chuma Mpofu. Chuma was surprisingly also here in Miami for business. Chuma, this is Princess, my lovely daughter and your future wife."

Princess's mind reeled as she processed her father's words. Future wife?

She stared at Chuma, who offered a polite, if somewhat stiff, smile. This was the amazing news her father had to share? Her future, decided without her input, paraded in front of her like a business transaction?

She forced a smile, feeling the weight of her father's expectations pressing down on her. "Nice to meet you, Chuma," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.

As Chuma responded with a courteous nod, Princess couldn't help but think of Lewis and the freedom he represented. The contrast between the two men and what they symbolized in her life was stark and unsettling. She felt trapped, torn between duty and desire, rebellion and compliance.

Her father's voice droned on, outlining plans and expectations, but Princess's mind was elsewhere, replaying the evening's events with Lewis and wondering how she could navigate this sudden turn in her life. She glanced at Chuma, who seemed just as trapped as she was, and felt a pang of empathy. Both of them were pawns in a game neither wanted to play.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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celebrity skin. (part nine)

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x popstar!fem!reader word count: 4.6k summary: an album release forces some feelings and conversations — one thing's for sure though, Eddie will always be thinking about you.

content warnings: 18+, minors dni: suggestive & mature themes, adult language, use of pet names, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of blackmail — if i missed anything in this chapter, pls let me know!

& psa: images used in the header don’t depict readers physical attributes! these are also described vaguely in the story, only that she’s a little shorter than eddie.

celebrity skin. masterlist

“We are here this morning with a true music icon in the making, who’s hits like Compromising Positions and most recently Honesty took the world by storm. Now, Eddie Munson is just a few short days away from releasing his sophomore album with his Corroded Coffin bandmates, Assistance is Futile. Welcome to Eddie Munson everybody, yes!”

“Happy to be here, Charles.”

Good Morning America was definitely not the type of talk show the rockstar pictured himself ever getting invited on. He didn’t think his personal style, or the music he was putting out there with the band, would be something the producers would welcome. Considering especially the whole thing was televised live. No cuts, no edits, no take backs. Whatever is said remains out there forever. Quoted and interpreted until the next schmuck makes a fool of himself.

Hosts, Charles Gibson and Joan Lunden, were also known to be quite blunt with their guests. Blunt, but not in the rude sense of the word. Given their history on the network, their experience, they're simply good at what they do, which sometimes means effortlessly picking at a topic until they get a satisfactory reaction or better yet, television worthy answer. Of course there’s always a list of pre-agreed questions, carefully discussed with management and PR teams, but things have known to… slip out.

But Marianne trained him. Extensively. She flew out to New York the second this interview was arranged and spent hours in Eddie’s penthouse hotel room going over details that to most people, people not from this world, may seem minor: how to sit, how to smile, what to laugh at, the amount of seconds it should take him to answer a question. The list goes on. And now she was here, at the studio, to make sure Eddie saw a friendly face in the crowd. Someone to look at in case he got flustered at any point during the fifteen minute round.

“Before we get into the nitty gritty,” Joan begins, crossing one knee over the other, “Eddie, why don’t you tell us a little about how you and the band first got started?”

So Eddie talks. He’s charming as he tells the story, sparing a few details ‘cause he knows he doesn’t have a lot of time. He does however, crack a few jokes, including one about the list of names Gareth and Jeff brought to him one night before they all agreed on Corroded Coffin. Charles laughs before asking the next question about the band's success so far, and what he makes of it.

“Oh man, it’s so insane,” Eddie answers truthfully, “I still have days where I don’t think any of this is real. All of us in the band feel incredibly lucky, for sure.” He nods along as he speaks.

Joan and Charles take turns asking a few more general questions about the band plus the other members who couldn’t make it out today, before settling on the whole reason Eddie agreed to do this interview in the first place: promotion for the new album.

Assistance is Futile was a collection of songs about you — but that was not going to be an answer he gives today, accidentally or otherwise. Instead, the rockstar focuses attention on how the record was built. Technical language that he dumbs down slightly to make sure he’s continuously captivating his audience (Marianne’s advice). He tells them what instruments the group played around with that may not have featured on their last album, which was more classic rock than this new project. And he’s excited as he talks. Passionate.

He continues to lay out the facts. List the number of tracks it features, eleven plus two bonus songs on the extended version. He talks about the writing process, still carefully avoiding mentioning the influence. He won’t say he wrote them all during the aftermath of your breakup. He hasn’t even admitted that to you, despite the fact that you spent every waking moment together since the afternoon at Cove City Sound Studios. He knows he won’t be able to hide that for much longer, but until the album comes out and you hear the songs for yourself, he’ll keep it to himself because things have been so… great.

Sure, things weren’t back to normal. It can’t be the way it was until Eddie finds the time to speak with your management and nip this whole evil grandmother blackmail thing in the bud. At least he’s got you in some capacity. He gets to talk to you again, laugh with you. He gets to hug you, kiss you, touch you. Friends with benefits, or whatever the term is. Eddie’s just glad to be around you.

“Now, here at the studio, we got an exclusive, sneak peak listen to Assistance is Futile, and there’s a little bit of speculation between the crew about the meaning behind some of the songs.”

Boom. There it is. The dreaded topic. And it was going so well.

“Care to share where the inspiration for these lyrics struck you? Who, in particular, they might be about?”

Eddie smiles. “Give into the charade”, Marianne’s words ring in his ears, “But by any means, don’t confirm their suspicions”. Not an easy task. A slippery slope by all accounts. He ever so slightly glances in the direction of his manager who nods her head to show encouragement.

“Who do you think they’re about, Joan?” Eddie bounces the question back.

The presenter smiles. She knows she shouldn’t say. Yes, it would be good for ratings, but bringing up your name is not something that can be done lightly. She knows that. Hence why Joan hoped Eddie Munson wouldn’t be smart enough to avoid the initial question. But the rockstar’s been trained and he’s not about to mess up with two minutes to spare.

“Well, I’d say my friend Charles here. He’s got, what was that one lyric, legs for days and a wicked smile.” Joan deflects. Ever the professional.

The whole studio starts laughing. Eddie joins in, satisfied with the way this worked out. 

“You’d be right on the money there, Joan.” The rockstar nods with a wide smile before continuing, “Charles Gibson has been a constant inspiration for Corroded Coffin songs. There’s not a lot to do in Hawkins, where we grew up. Gotta write what you know and my uncle has an affinity for this show.” 

He turns to the camera to say hi to Wayne, “I know you’re watching.”

Then shifts to look at the hosts once more, winking at the gentleman sitting across from him.

“Charles, you sexy devil, you.”

The laughter continues. People start to clap, whistle along to Eddie’s perfectly curated response. Marianne is beaming with pride because for a brief moment, she didn’t think he could do it. There've been so many mishaps in the past, wild things the band — the curly-haired frontman in particular — have done that she’s had to either smooth over with the media or keep hidden from the public altogether. This morning she finally exhaled. He did well.

You’re laughing too. Feeling proud too as you watch him through your television screen, just like you promised Eddie you would.

Blanket covering your body, all the way up to your chin, as you sit comfortably on the couch. The smile on your face is as genuine as they come. He’s so good at this. Considering how nervous he was, how much time he spent with Marianne going over every possible scenario until his head hurt. You took a mental note to tell him later that he really had nothing to worry about. He’s a natural.

The question about his inspiration for the album didn’t surprise you. It’s pretty standard for these types of press junkets. Even more given the fact your relationship has been the talk of the town for months, especially when the two of you weren’t even together. People love to speculate.

When Eddie told you about the upcoming album, one night after you came down from another intense orgasm, you assumed he wrote about your relationship — especially the failures. Honesty came to the rockstar after only one night. Makes sense that a complete record would be next. He didn’t confirm it though, because you didn’t ask. You would know once it came out, when you purchased your own copy to listen through. Artists supporting artists, and whatnot.

“Corroded Coffin’s Assistance is Futile. Coming to a record store near you, this Thursday, October 14.” Charles Gibson announces, holding up a shiny compact disc to one of the cameras, showing off the album’s cover art: a thundering night sky, with something sinister looming inside the blood red clouds. An ode to the band's Dungeons & Dragons days.

“Eddie Munson, thank you for your time today.” Joan Lunden flashes a pearly white smile.

The rockstar returns the expression. “Thank you for having me.”

Backstage, Eddie gives Marianne a big hug. Thanking her for being here. While returning the embrace, she reassures him that’s never going to change. “Or at least until the contract ends,” his manager teases and ruffles his already wild hair before sitting down on the velvet sofa.

“So, tell me, am I flying back to LA alone?”

Eddie picks up a bag of previously opened Funyuns before leaning against the vanity. He shuffles the remainder of the onion-flavoured corn chips inside the plastic, then starts eating them, one by one.

“Yeah,” he says, shrugging as if it was an obvious answer. “We’ve got the release party for the album. The guys would kill me if I missed it.”

“I’d kill you first.”

He smirks. “Then why ask me the question?”

Marianne gives him a pointed look. One that says, no, screams, he of all people should know why. Eddie got on a private plane to New York so he could “sort something out”, then ended up staying for weeks longer than intended with no explanation. Marianne called him at the hotel multiple times, asking for a return day, but he always gave a vague answer. Then Gareth called, as did Jeff (who sort of already suspected the reason for the delayed homecoming, kudos to Holly), but Eddie continued on the road of avoidance, all while Page Six posted about sightings of him with a certain pop sensation.

“Eddie, you haven’t been this happy since—”

“I know,” he interrupts, “I know and yes, to whatever you’re thinking, but I don’t wanna talk about it now because there’s something I need to do first.”

“What do you need to do?” She asks, puzzled because in the time they’ve worked together, the rockstar has never once left her out of action. She did everything for him. That was her job. One she did gladly because she’s grown to care for these boys.

Eddie sighs, wiping his crumb covered hands on the material of his trousers. The bag of chips lays empty on the table next to him. Of course he contemplated telling Marianne everything on multiple occasions, but each time he chickened out at the last minute. He knew she could fix everything in the blink of an eye. Simply, the rockstar just didn’t feel worthy of that. 

His entire life, Eddie ran away. From situations, from people, from feelings. Anything that was messy, or just became messy. He ran until the distance felt comfortable enough to continue with his life. Growing up in Hawkins, he didn’t have a Marianne. He didn’t have anyone that would stand up for him, so running became second nature. Running fixed his problems. 

By the time the band hit stardom, running turned to escapism in the form of drugs and alcohol. The bubble. Under the influence, the rockstar didn’t care who cleaned up after him and Marianne was so good at her job that most of the time, Eddie didn’t even know there was a problem to run from until it was resolved.

The situation with your grandmother however, was different. It involved you. 

He gave into his instincts and ran. Only this time, Eddie ran to protect you. Threats were made to potentially ruin your career — fucked up, considering the person that made them was also the person who helped kick-start your fame. And as selfish as he may seem to people that don’t know the real him, the rockstar wasn’t willing to gamble everything you built for yourself. He ran.

But Eddie was done running. He was going to fix this and he planned on doing it alone.

“What’s going on?” Marianne stands and takes a step closer, crossing her arms. Concern is starting to fill her veins, though she’s trying her best not to show it. Trying and failing.

Maybe solving this alone wasn’t the way to go.

“Someone’s been blackmailing me,” he admits eventually, reluctantly. 

“What?!” Marianne just about shouts. “Who? For how long?”

“It’s uh…. It’s a complicated story.”

“Well, fuck.” She’s slightly annoyed ‘cause how could he have hidden something like this from her? This is why the band has her. Managing them, planning shit to maintain their career is only a small part of her job. Protecting these boys is a priority and blackmail is a big fucking deal.

Exhaling, Marianne lets her arms drop and proceeds to take a much less confrontational stance. 

“Eddie, you know I’ve always got nothing but time for you, so spill.”

And he does. Starting right at the beginning with Chrissy Cunningham.

-

When Eddie stops by your place later that afternoon, he kisses you, the second you open up your apartment. He kisses you fully, deeply. He’s kicking the door closed with his boot, lips continually locked together, his hands holding you firmly by the waist. A man on a mission and the mission being to make you feel like you're floating all the damn time. 

You smile against his soft lips. Mission accomplished.

“That’s one way to say hello.”

“Hello,” he whispers back, also smiling. “How was your morning?”

“Not nearly as interesting as yours,” you answer his question and turn in your spot, wanting to lead him to the couch. Eddie’s hands remain on your waist as you do so, no inclination of letting go.

MTV is on. The wild-haired rockstar instantly feels at home — a stark contrast to that first night he showed up at your door. Adrenaline pumping. Unsure of the outcome. But it was better than he could’ve imagined, dreamed. Back in your arms with little to no arguments. Back where he for sure belonged.

Honesty comes on. The video makes him smile as he effortlessly pulls your legs over his thighs, hand settling on your soft flesh and giving it a gentle squeeze. The memory of that day with you on set. Eddie wouldn’t call it acting. Hugging you, kissing you on camera. Not a tough act. Natural, actually. That was a good day. You’re thinking it too.

“Magnetic.”

“Huh?”

Eddie can’t tear his eyes away from the screen. “You’re magnetic. Utterly. I almost forgot, but I didn’t really, you know? I-I think about that day often and how much fun it was,” he rambles. It’s sweet. 

“But what I replay in my mind the most is how fucking talented you are, sweetheart. A goddess in front of a camera, I swear.”

You smirk, your own mind flying to something much, much dirtier than what Eddie meant, and he flicks your leg at the institution, all while glancing at you from the corner of his brown eyes. Because there was a video camera left under the rockstars California King bed with a tape inside, a tape that could get you both — although the sexist industry you’re lucky to be a part of would blame only you, mainly — in a lot of trouble, if it ever saw the light of day. A tape for private eyes only. And Eddie wasn’t wrong, you were near damn a goddess.

“Wish we could work together again,” he says, then quickly adds, “Professionally, sweetheart, before you get any kinky ideas.”

That makes you laugh.

“Think you should focus on the album the band is about to release, hotshot. Once that’s a sure hit, then we can talk about doing something together.”

“Well, there is a box in my room, back in LA, with notebooks full of songs…”

He’s trying to be encouraging. Motivational. Really what Eddie’s doing is building up the courage to ask you to go back to Los Angeles with him. In a complete roundabout way, to be honest. The guys would call him a pussy. He was being a pussy. There was however, a lot he still needed to tell you. This whole thing with your grandma, for one. But Marianne was handling that now, and once she gave him the agreed upon sign, there was nothing stopping Eddie from screaming he loves you from all available rooftops — which he hoped to do for the first time at the place you two officially met. 

And with his manager on the case, he knew it would be sooner rather than later.

“Eddie, you’re a dumbass.” Marianne states. There’s a frown on her face, but it’s not serious. Accompanied by a smile that’s giving him a little bit of hope.

“I know—”

“No,” she interrupts, “You don’t.” 

He exhales. “I do, though.”

“Eddie. If you came to me when this first happened, you would’ve never lost all this time with Little Miss Perfect. The fact that you didn’t, the fact that you didn’t trust me with this information, makes you a dumbass.”

“So, you can fix this?”

“There’s a little thing called a Cease and Desist,” Marianne says as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world. And in a way, it is. “No one is going to threaten the career of my favourite client and get away with it.”

Eddie smiles. Genuinely. Something reminiscent of relief is flowing through his body, down to the tips of his toes, until he no longer feels heavy. The burden of this situation is slowly lifting.

“With your permission, I’d like to approach her team with this information. They’ll most likely also issue a cease and desist, so that her career is also protected.” Marianne says. “But I guess since all you’ve tried to do is keep her out of harm’s way, the only way you knew how, I’m assuming I have your permission without even asking for it?”

“Yes, yes, thank you.” He’s repeating over and over and over, wrapping his arms around Marianne. A hug they’d both cherish forever.

“Like I said, let’s get you to survive this record release first, okay?”

You’re looking at each other now.

“Take it day by day, Eds.”

“What if I want to skip ahead?”

There’s a lot hiding behind that question. The future is uncertain in many ways. He knows that he wants you, you know that you want him. That’s enough, but at the same time it isn’t. Day by day is easier than thinking about tomorrow, or the next day. He just loves you, which he’ll tell you soon. That’s what he wants to skip too.

On the other hand, you’re terrified. Giving into him again brought no shortage of anxiety about his past behaviour. Eddie Munson hurt you, twice. Second time worse than the first. You forgave him, yet the fear was still there. The question remained: what if he did it again? He wouldn’t, but what if he did? So taking it day by day, as it came, was easier. A shield, of sorts. Protection against hurt. 

Also, it was a lot more fun to act without consequence. To just be. 

Existing with him felt almost normal, even though there was nothing normal about the various interviews and photoshoots the rockstar has been doing promoting Assistance is Futile while in New York, or the long phone calls with his manager and bandmates in preparation for the release party. Nothing normal about your own career, which you’ve slowly been defrosting following the short heartbreak hiatus. Pivoting slightly towards acting as a new form of expression. So you’re reading scripts, rehearsing lines. All without expectations. Day by day.

“Skipping ahead means you, going back to LA for the release party,” you point out.

“You could come with me. The invitation is there, you know that.”

“There’s nothing I’d want more than to be there for you and the guys, Eddie, you know that.” You lean in closer, pressing your body weight into his. “But if I make an appearance, it will overshadow the album you worked really hard on and that’s not fair.”

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, pressing his lips to the side of your head, leaving a soft kiss while inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. He slowly nods against you, understanding your point of view.

“So we won’t see each other for a while then, huh?”

“Well, I got that recurring part in Law & Order which is filming here, so that’s a couple of months, at least, that I’ll be stuck here in New York.”

“I can visit,” he jumps in almost instantly, “And you, maybe… You can come out to see me whenever you have breaks in filming?”

“Sounds good, Eds.”

There’s a moment of silence. It shifts towards the heavy side. Eddie’s biting his tongue. He wants so badly to tell you everything he’s been keeping secret, but he knows it’s not a good idea until Marianne confirms she’s consulted your team and the cease and desist letters have been sent out. He’s just not ready to say goodbye yet. Not even for a little while. He just got you back. You’re also lost in thought. Reuniting with the Corroded Coffin frontman has been nothing short of a rollercoaster, in the best way possible. Having him here, next to you once more, kissing and touching you. And you know it was limited. That time would come knocking and he’d have to go back, while you’d need to stay. Bittersweet would be the word to describe how you feel. 

“How about we focus on right now, hm?” You offer, lifting your head so that your sweet gaze catches his chocolate one. Then a short inhale later, you kiss him. Gentle, at first, although not quite a peck. His eyes close on impact as his hand reaches for your face, attaching itself like a magnet. Cradling, squeezing your cheeks. 

And you smile. Fucking smile. Eddie loves it when you smile while kissing him. It drives him crazy knowing his touch makes you that happy. So he can’t help but smile too. Teeth knocking against each other in the process. 

“I’ll never get tired of kissing you,” the rockstar admits.

“I’ll never get tired of kissing you, Eddie Munson.” 

The hand that held his toned abdomen just a mere second ago is now not so innocently sliding in a downward trajectory. You fiddle with his leather belt, unbuckling it rather effortlessly with one hand after you press your lips against his once more. Deeper this time. Wanting.

“But distracting me from a conversation about what’s mph… next,” he mumbles as you tug at his zipper. You’re not giving him a chance to breathe. “Isn’t going to - Jesus - work.”

“Okay,” you’re teasing. It’s a whisper and Eddie’s brain short circuits ‘cause your perfectly manicured fingers are sliding into his boxers, reaching for his semi.

-

“So, you guys are like back together now, huh?” 

Steve’s question lingers in the air for a moment. He’s glancing at his small-town friend turned worldwide phenomenon from across the table, swirling black coffee in his takeaway cup.

Eddie looks out the window at the clouds passing by. 

After getting over his initial fear of flying, since he hadn’t been on a plane until his early twenties, the rockstar decided he enjoyed it a lot more than he thought he would. Things were peaceful up here — especially since he could now afford private jets. Just him and his guitar. Even when he travelled together with the guys, they all got lost in their own thing too, as did Marianne.

The upcoming release party however, prompted an invite to his little sister as well as Steve. So he knew that unfortunately this trip wasn’t going to be a quiet one.

“Something like that,” Eddie answers, turning his attention back to his friend.

Harrington nods. “That’s good, man. She’s great.”

“That she is.” Eddie fails to contain a smile.

“I’m happy for you.” Steve’s words are genuine.

“Thanks, dude.”

The short exchange is interrupted by Max’s snort. The two boys look at the redhead currently splayed out on one of the recliner seats. A book in her lap, one that she’s not really reading, but she’s keeping up appearances anyway.

“To think we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for my genius,” she retorts, a smirk now present on her face.

Eddie laughs lightly, but doesn’t say anything. He’s looking out the window again. His mind turns to you. He misses you, even though he saw you not even a half hour ago when you said goodbye before he got on the plane. He misses you. Anxiety building since neither of you are really sure when you’d be able to see each other next. “And that’s okay,” is what you said to him in between soft kisses. He’s repeating it now.

“She’s not coming to the party, right?” Red asks her older brother, briefly breaking Eddie away from his thoughts. 

The rockstar shakes his head. “No.”

“You’ll see her soon,” his sister reassures, reaching for his forearm across the aisle, squeezing. 

“I know, I know.” 

“Then why the sad face?” Steve points out.

Eddie wishes he was alone. Then no one would be questioning him, even though he knows it’s coming from a good place. They just care, he tries to level his emotions, they’re asking because they care.

“Our last goodbye wasn’t so good,” he answers plainly.

Luckily both Max and Steve understand. They exchange a glance between themselves before returning to whatever activity they were engaging in prior to the start of this conversation: Red buries her head in the book she wasn’t really reading and Harrington resumes listening to music on his Walkman.

Eddie is once again glancing out the small jet window. He’s once again thinking about you. 

And he continues to think about you when the plane lands. In the car, on the way to his Hidden Hills home. He continues to think about you when the house fills with people that are there to style him for the release party. He’s making small talk, his mind still centred on you.

You remain the centre of his attention, even when Eddie and the band arrive at the venue, and he’s being ripped ten thousand different directions. Picture here, sign this, talk to this person. He enjoys a drink and he’s still thinking about you. He’s wishing you were here. 

The guys are introduced to come up on stage and even though Eddie is on cloud nine for this release, super proud of the record they put together, he’s wishing you were here to celebrate this with him.

He thinks about you as he sings one of the songs. Breaking News — a song about you, of course.

There comes a point during the night, a split second during which Eddie stops thinking about you. Not for any particular reason. Nothing spectacular happens for him to do so, he just… does. But it’s only a fleeting moment. He regrets it as soon as he realises. He especially regrets it when Marianne approaches him, a concerned look spread across her usually composed features — although the rockstar doesn’t pick up on her expression immediately.

“What did you think of the performance?” Eddie asks, smiling wide.

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she reaches for the half-empty glass in his hand and sets it aside before exhaling a sigh.

He furrows his brows, the smile fading as quickly as it appeared.

“Eddie, there’s been an accident.”

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[ashensgrotto]

Never Had a Friend (like Me) - Part 1

Original art piece by pfbatakopd on twitter (Used only for Header. Do NOT REPOST ORIGINAL ART)

Part 1 (You Are Here) Part 2 Part 3

YandereSoulmate! AU:

Part 1 (Am I Feeling Love?)

Part 2 (Protective)

Part 3A & Part 3B (Poor Unfortunate Souls)

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto X F!Reader

Word Count: 9,105

Synopsis: A chance for redemption comes in the form of a wish…

Author’s Notes: Ok, here we go. I received an anonymous message in my inbox for the next part of the Yandere!Soulmate series and I was actually going to work on it - but with the arrival of GloMas, working on the next part of ‘Raison D’être,’ wanting to finish “Weren’t You Aware, Angelfish?”, AND the holidays, time got away from me and I forgot about Scarabia’s segment for a short while. 

However, because you all seem to enjoy this and want to know if the tako has redeemed himself - I figured I would work to get this part done. Now, warning - Pompefiore’s part is going to take a bit of time to complete because I will have to wiggle my way through my memory bank and replay a few parts of it (which is approx 76 chapters in length for those players who haven’t made it that far into the game yet) since I’m working so deep into Ignihyde’s chapter right now (which is a doozy - I’m still in chapter 67-tower 1, oof help).

This one is also going to be split into three parts - I promise it will not be a long wait for the second & third parts as this is my Christmas gift to all of my readers <3

Thank you all for your continued support!

Warnings are as follows: yandere behaviors, manipulation, imprisonment, & hypnosis

***

I’m in the mood, to help you dude

You ain’t never had a friend like me.

***

It had been weeks since the last overblot incident… and just as long since Azul last saw you.

He sat in his office, looking over paperwork for the last quarter and rubbing his brow with worry.

The profits had started to steadily decrease following his overblot, causing the Monstro Lounge to slowly suffer the loss, like an infection slowly eating away a mer’s life. He had no one really to blame but himself for that… Azul had lost control, let his obsession get out of hand and had hurt the people closest to him.

Jade… Floyd… you.

Azul let out another large sigh and set the report down, taking his glasses off and rubbing his face. He had considered going back to the Coral Sea for holiday, but was unable to due to two reasons; one, the ice floes would’ve made the journey too dangerous to travel alone - especially since Jade and Floyd had already prepared to stay at NRC for the holidays, and two… you were still here.

Not in Octavinelle where Azul had wanted you to be, but in a rundown shack on the school property.

The building had been a dorm, once upon a time, but ghosts had moved in and scared the students to the point that the building was deemed ‘unsafe.’ However, with your charms and personality, the ghosts were easily persuaded and welcomed you in with open arms - though Azul had a sneaky suspicion that both the headwardens of Savanaclaw and Heartslabyul had likely persuaded the otherworldly spirits in exchange for access to both of their dorms. Regardless, with you no longer in Octavinelle and now at the mercy of the headmage’s “generous” nature, Azul could only watch from the shadows as you now tended to the school property in a janitorial role.

Azul leaned back in his chair, his thoughts plagued by you before an obnoxious ringing noise filled the office.

He grumbled, picking the phone up, “Monstor Lounge, this is Azul speaking.”

“Hello baby, how are you?” the familiar voice of his mother on the other end made Azul jump in surprise.

“Mother,” Azul coughed, “Hello - I apologize I hadn’t had a chance to call you. We’ve been busy lately.”

“Oh, I know, sweetheart,” his mother answered, “It’s been busy here too… but everything’s been calming down since the ice floes came - though I was surprised to see your letter that you were considering coming home for the holidays.”

‘Shit…’ Azul had completely forgotten about that - when (Y/N) had lived in the Octavinelle at the beginning of the year, Azul had entertained the idea of potentially inviting her to his home for the holiday, slowly and suringly getting her accustomed to the idea of staying with him - although it would prove to be a difficult task, especially now.

“However, I’m assuming that you changed plans at the last minute,” his mother continued.

“Y-yes, I was indeed planning on coming… however, Jade and Floyd both decided to stay behind so I chose to stay as well,” Azul answered, the lie slipping easily off his silver tongue, “Someone has to keep those two in line, after all.”

His mother snickered, “Don’t be saying that in front of their father though. Sevens knows what the moray will do if you say anything like that.”

Azul nodded, clearing his throat, “Um, well… What's going on with you, then? The restaurant still alright? How’s Finn?”

“Finn’s well - busy as always,” his mother answered, “Business has been getting better - hired several new staff members as well… a few sweet mers around your age, Zully.”

Azul rolled his eyes, “Mother… we’ve had this talk. I’m… not interested.”

“You might not be, but it will happen one day,” his mother’s voice was calm and soothing before she sighed on the end of the phone, “However… I have a sneaky feeling that you’re still upset about what I told you all those years ago.”

Azul bit his lip, answering, “Of course not… Soulmates? That’s ridiculous.”

“Azul…” his mother’s voice turned into a scolding tone, “There are plenty of fish out there - I know you’re still pretty young to be thinking about it, considering a mer’s life is longer than most, but shorter than a fae’s… but I only want you to be happy.”

“I am, mother,” Azul tried to smile, “I’m content where I am - I’ve gotten stronger, my business is growing, and… I’ve learned so much.”

“Perhaps, but allow me to give you a little insight - it’s something I learned long ago,” his mother prompted, “Happiness, though may be defined as ‘the state of joy or contentment,’ is typically filled by three main parts of life; success, dedication, and personal. Dedication and success go hand in hand with each other - if you work hard and are dedicated, you achieve success - even if the tasks prove to be difficult to the point that you might fail over and over again. Personal can mean time for yourself - spending time with your hobbies or doing what you love… spending time with those you care about even.”

Azul listened to his mother’s words, thinking.

“I know that you are successful and you’re dedicated,” his mother continued, “But you won’t achieve happiness if you just focus on those two things - take time for yourself now and again, look for stronger connections within your friendships… and look for someone that will want to support you and you support them.”

“I… I think I understand…” Azul answered, “I’ll… take your words into consideration.”

“I hope so - your grandmother taught me that when I was still a little octo fry many years ago,” his mother answered, a teasing tone caught in her voice.

Azul couldn’t help but smile, “Yes… Nanna always did know what was best.”

“Yes, she did, still does even… Well, I should probably let you go, then - you have a lot of stuff going on there,” his mother let out a sigh, “Just remember… I love you, baby. Merry Christmas.”

“I love you too… momma. Merry Christmas and I’ll see you at the end of the year.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Zully. Stay safe.”

Azul smiled and hung the phone up, sitting back in his chair and looking up at the ceiling. 

“Finding that so-called ‘other half’ is like - well - like the story of the mermaid princess and her longing to be with a human. It’s a rare occurrence that only happens once in a millennium if not longer. Anyone can be happy with or without their soulmate, Azul. There’s no reason you should go to such lengths to be with someone who may not even exist…”

Azul shook his head at the memory of that day years ago - he wanted to forget… but sevens knows he couldn’t forget you.

A sudden loud crash had Azul bolting upright, his features twisting in annoyance. As far as he knew, the only ones in the lounge were Jade and Floyd… which could only mean one thing. 

Trouble.

“Those two morons…” Azul gritted his teeth, standing from his chair, “If I catch the lounge in a disarray again…”

He grabbed his jacket, tossing it over his shoulders, before placing his hat upon his head, the magestone pen morphing into the headwarden’s silver octopus topped cane. He hurried from his office and headed into the lounge.

Entering the lounge, Azul’s eyes widened at the sight.

The lounge was damaged - several tables and chairs were overturned, marred by huge cracks and scratches while lamps lay in pieces on the floor, the glass orbs scattered into a thousand fragments on the carpeted flooring and the magestones cracked and shattered as well. Azul’s eyes narrowed on Jade and Floyd’s figures, but realized they weren’t alone after all. Several students from the Scarabia dorm were there as well, their wands out and at the ready - pointing them at Jade and Floyd, who seemed to be guarding something on the floor.

Azul’s eyes widened in surprise at seeing Kalim’s magic carpet as well as Grim hiding behind the remaining two members of Octavinelle - and they weren’t alone.

You were there as well, cowering behind Jade and Floyd’s intimidating heights as the Scarabia students glared daggers at you.

“There’s no escape for you now, thieves!” 

“Surrender quietly!”

“Mrow?!” Grim held his paws up, “You chased us all the way here?! You guys are seriously stubborn, you know that?”

Azul remained quiet for a moment, his eyes shifting to look you over - noticing how you had one arm close to your body. Were you hurt?

Azul’s eyes narrowed as he approached, his shoes echoing in the lounge as his stern voice addressed the situation, “What is all the commotion at this late hour?”

The students turned to look at Azul, one of them speaking quietly, “Y-you’re… Azul Ashengrotto, the housewarden of Octavinelle!”

“Would you care to explain what is going on?” Azul asked calmly, moving to stand in front of you with Jade and Floyd behind him.

“It’s none of Octavinelle’s business,” another student tsked, “Just hand over the two of them quietly.”

Azul crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head as he eyed you and Grim out of the corner of his eye, “Now that I’m looking closer at it - it appears to be (Y/N) and Grim sprawled out on our floor, quivering and covered in dust. Heh - I almost thought they were a pair of dust cloths.”

“Azul, please,” Azul met your gaze, “save us with your spirit of benevolence.”

“Hmm…” Azul turned back to the group of Scarabia before him.

“If you refuse to hand them over, you’ll be blamed for their wrongdoings as well,” the student warned.

“Hey - are ya yankin’ my tail here?!” Floyd’s eyes widened dangerously, his teeth peering out from behind his lips, “Who do ya think yer talkin’ to?!”

“No fighting of any kind is permitted in the Monstro Lounge,” Azul kept his arms crossed over his chest, his focus reshifting to address the situation at hand, “This is a place for gentlemen.”

“What was that? Are you interfering?” one of the students asked, “Fine, we’ll just do this the hard way.”

“Hmph, I think it’s time we asked these ill-mannered patrons to leave,” Azul growled, clicking his tongue in annoyance, “Jade. Floyd. Show them the door.”

The eel twins grinned as they moved quickly, going after the Scarabia students like the set of predators that they were. Azul was quick to move and cover (Y/N), his overcoat covering your form to protect you from the fighting, “Don’t look, my dear, I do not wish for you to see such behavior.”

“Azul - I’ve seen worse,” your voice rattled him to the core as he huffed.

“I... don’t need the reminder.”

It didn’t take long for the Scarabia students to fall back, Jade and Floyd repocketing their pens.

“Go on an’ scatter, ya bunch of minnows!” Floyd laughed eagerly.

“We’ll be eagerly awaiting your next visit to our lounge,” Jade smiled.

As the last of the students disappeared, Grim jumped for joy, “Mya-haha! We did it! You see that?! That’s what you get, you bunch of jerks!”

“We, Grim? I think you mean they - Floyd and Jade - did it,” you ask before shaking your head and turning toward the trio, “Thank you, all three of you - I don’t want to think what they would’ve done if you hadn’t stepped in.”

“Thanks are unneeded, my dear,” Azul answered, standing and offering his hand, “However, I’m afraid we’ll have to bill you for repair fees for the tables and chairs - not to mention the lamps and assorted dishwear that was damaged in that fight. Not to mention our own labor rates, since we were dragged into this affair.”

“WHAT?! You’re charging us for that?!” Grim asked, throwing his paws up in the air.

“Surely it’s a small price to pay for us rescuing the both of you from the inky depths of peril? After all, (Y/N) did ask for my spirit of benevolence.”

“Azul, please,” you asked quietly, “There’s a reason that the Scarabia students were after us.”

“I’m assuming it has something to do with Kalim’s magic carpet.”

“... Not really,” you answer, “We were being held hostage.”

Azul frowned, not liking the word one bit, “Explain, (Y/N).”

***

Azul muddled over what you had just told him, Grim piping up every so often to include details about the Scarabia situation to add more information as the cunning octopus thought deeply. As Azul thought, his eyes kept shifting to you, his thoughts going deeper into self-loathing; if you had remained in Octavinelle, none of this would have happened - you would’ve been safe, not having to walk to an oasis down and back again every morning before even eating, or sleeping in a closet under lock and key, or even doing battles with other students of magic when you couldn’t even cast a spell yourself.

His poor little angelfish…

Azul’s eyes widened, an idea appearing in his mind… a chance of a lifetime had just been given to him and he would be damned to let it go to waste.

A knowning smile spread across his features, “...It sounds like we should go to their aid.”

“Myra?! Did you hit your head or something when I wasn’t looking?!” Grim asked.

“Of course not!” Azul feigned harm, lifting his gloved hand to his chest, “I’ll have you know, my dear Grimmy, that the last incident forced me to reflect on my greed. I came out a changed man!”

“Oh, really?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest, “Care to explain?”

“I decided to contribute to the school as a whole, in honor of the Sea Witch’s spirit of benevolence,” Azul explained, his features turning coy, “It’s common knowledge that the housewardens are typically the ones their students go to in times of need or struggle - even the vice wardens are responsible for that as well. However, the power has to be shared equally between both the house and vice wardens - and Scarabia’s all over the place. It’s faced with a crisis now and my own classmate is in need of help - I can hardly ignore them in their time of need.”

You watched Jade and Floyd give each other knowing smiles before the twins looked at Azul, Jade asking, “What is the plan?”

“Here’s my idea,” Azul proposed, “The five of us head to Scarabia tomorrow - we’ll go under the guise that we are returning Kalim’s carpet as well as offering assistance with the dorm’s studies, this will ensure our stay especially since Octavinelle did overwhelmingly well on their finals before break…”

“No thanks to your study guides,” Grim huffed.

“Grim,” You warned.

Azul coughed and continued, “Once we’ve secured our spot within Scarabia, we’ll be able to do a bit of sneaking around to figure out what’s really going on.”

“And I’m assuming you have an idea on how to do so?” Jade asked.

“Let’s get to that point before we make any rash decisions,” Azul answered.

“I think that is a wonderful idea,” you agreed.

“(Y/N)?! Are you crazy?!” Grim asked, “We can’t go back there!”

“Grim, we really have no other options,” you turned to the feline demon, “We’ve tried contacting the Headmage, the other students can’t get into the school because the dark mirror is closed off, we have no way of contacting Riddle or Leona either… Azul’s plan is the best we have right now. Personally, I’d rather not go back, but with the way things are looking for Kalim…”

“You’re afraid there’s going to be another overblot, aren’t you, pearl?” Jade asked.

Azul blinked, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Yes, Kalim’s behavior was erratic, but it couldn’t be enough for the headwarden to go into an overblot… would it?

“I’m afraid so,” you admit, looking over at Azul, “I noticed that… when things got a little out of control, someone overblotted. I can’t bare to see another student go through that, much less a housewarden again. I’d like to try and prevent it from happening again, if possible.”

Azul nodded, “No worries, angelfish - I’ll make sure mine was the last one you saw.”

You give the housewarden a small smile of relief - thankful that he seemed to understand.

Azul remembered during his blot how the memories of his childhood came forward; the root cause of his pain and suffering that eventually became his thirst for power that festered and grew until it snapped - and you had seen it all. Whatever this strange magical gift was and how you received it, Azul was certain that it was your own form of unique magic - one that was so powerful that it may even make Malleus Draconia afraid if he knew about it; the power to look into one’s past and see everything that shaped them into who they eventually became was strong powerful magic indeed - but, of course, Azul didn’t want anyone else to know about it, considering he was victim number three to the overblot crisis that appeared to be happening this year.

Azul reaches out, offering his hand to you, “(Y/N), as headwarden of Octavinelle - allow myself and Jade and Floyd to help you and Grim solve the mystery of Kalim’s strange behavior. I’m certain the five of us plus Jamil will be able to ease Kalim’s troubles and bring back the peace Scarabia so desperately needs. Do we have a deal?”

You look at his hand, the memory of the first day you met him and the day you lost your legs both playing in your mind - but what choice did you have? You look at him and take his hand, squeezing it.

“Promise - this will make us even?”

“Indeed. I promise.”

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Like Rabbits | Garreth x f!MC

Header image: @newbienewness ✦ 4327 words ✦ NSFW content (MDNI), aged-up characters, unnamed female MC (no use of y/n), alcohol consumption, admission of feelings/slight proposition, masturbation, spanking, p in v, light dom/sub elements ✦ Plot? What plot? This was honest to god just an excuse to write about Garreth in a rabbit costume ✦ Read it below the cut or on AO3

Easter festivities were a rarity at Hogwarts, yet when an opportunity for revelry arose, the seventh-years seized it with unbridled enthusiasm.

For generations, a pact among students governed the hosting duties on such occasions. The house with the fewest points bore the responsibility (and, by consequence, the aftermath) of throwing the celebration. Slytherin, enduring a dismal streak, found themselves reluctantly poised to shoulder the burden once more, the third time not necessarily the charm. As the soon-to-be graduates gathered amidst their diminished house, they sampled the exotic hors d'oeuvres with subdued chatter, their ranks thin and their spirits somewhat subdued, shooing a curious first year who had risen from bed to visit the loo.

You couldn't help but notice the lacklustre effort put forth, evident in the half-hearted swirling of your drink and the telltale lines of boredom etched upon your brow. Natsai, however, who displayed a downright lackadaisical disinterest, was already poised to depart for the evening. "I do think the Slytherins should dedicate more focus to their house standings to avoid committing another crime such as this party."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips in response, prompting an eye-roll from Imelda as she fished a hair from her drink. "Blame Sallow, we’re still recovering from his little bridge stunt."

The memory evoked a ripple of amusement; the viaduct bridge, unimposing as ever one moment, became a terrifying tangle of devil’s snare that multiplied out of control, requiring several days' worth of Confringo to eradicate.

"I’ll let you know I’m still working through detention for that." Sebastian, the culprit in question, shot a wry grin as his classmates riled with snickers, much to his chagrin. "I was only practicing the Geminio charm for Ronen’s assignment! At his recommendation, mind you, I performed it outside on a plant! I swear, Professor Weasley was just trying to-"

"Did someone mention Weasley?"

Heads swivelled towards the echo of an announced arrival from the staircase, and before questions and curiosities could be posted, Garreth Weasley sauntered down the spiral steps wearing a riot of pink cotton with two lapin ears sprouting from his crown. The seventh-years all hollered and laughed at the sight, save for Leander, who appeared wholly unamused by his fellow Gryffindor’s getup. "The bloody hell, Garreth?"

"What?" He grinned at the tall redhead. "Surely we couldn't have a proper Easter festivity without a rabbit present? Where’s the fun in that?"

Leander's jab echoed into the rim of his goblet before he took a sip. "Is that what’s been stuffed under your bedframe for the past month? You look ridiculous."

Undeterred, Garreth opted instead to, well, air his abundance of comfort. "Yes, but I feel incredible. Quite breezy down here, innit?"

Spiked cider sputtered from Sebastian then, dribbling down his chin. "Are you wearing anything under that poacher’s pelt?"

"Isn’t my smile enough for you, Sallow?"

Yet, despite yourself, your curiosity persisted, occasionally wandering to the vicinity of his lap. Heat rose to your cheeks, unrelated to the effects of alcohol, as you observed the subtle jostle there. It was a wager, you thought, with a flush of embarrassment tinting your cheeks, that Garreth Weasley remained, by all accounts, an honest man.

"What even is this fabric?" Natsai protested, pinching the fold of fluff near her housemate’s bicep. "It appears to be rather flammable."

"Now that would provide ample entertainment for the evening." Ominis chimed in nearby, his attention still fixed on his wand-led readings, seemingly uninterested in the fraternization.

"One at a time, darlings." Garreth, the ever-enthusiastic lion, swung a wicker-weave basket to and fro, reminiscent of some fictional harbinger of joy. Nestled within the dried grass padding were several small bottles of firewhisky, a smattering of cauldron cakes, and various other treats from Honeydukes. "I knew the Slytherins were in desperate need of a Pepperup, so I've come to spread the merriment. Snakes enjoy chocolate frogs, don't they?"

"I thought snakes typically ate rabbits," Imelda quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Garreth didn't miss a beat in his response to her jest. "If I were none the wiser, Reyes, I'd wager you'd like to take a hop around my carrot—"

A muttered expletive signalled the departure of the quidditch captain, leaving behind a chorus of laughter.

You found yourself enthusiastically joining in, relishing the unexpected amusement of the evening. As the crowd dispersed, you approached Garreth to select a treat of your own.

"Happy Easter, beautiful." Garreth's voice dipped low, laced with a suggestive tone that he often employed in your company. "Care to take a seat on the Easter bunny's lap and tell me what you want to find in your basket tomorrow morning?"

"That's Santa Claus," you teased in return.

"My mistake."

The flirtations between Garreth and yourself had become somewhat of a tradition throughout your Hogwarts enrollment, though they never progressed beyond playful banter. Here and now, with alcohol’s nack for unbarring inhibitions, the thought of advancing motions with the cheeky Gryffindor didn’t seem like such an unreachable feat.

"You seem rather warm in that outfit," you observed, noting the slight sheen above his brow.

Garreth chuckled. "It's rather steamy in here, indeed. But not to worry, I can… ventilate if needed." Handing you a small package of honeycomb with a coy smirk, he added, "Here, I think you'll enjoy this one."

Before you could inquire further, Garreth was already moving through the lively crowd, intent on distributing more sweets and cheers. With a huff of amusement, you tore into the package of honeycomb, only to notice some writing on the pleat of the wrapper.

'Do you know what rabbits are known for? I think we could do it better. Tell me when you’re ready, and we can hop off for the night.'

The implications hit you like lightning.

Copious procreation.

Flammable or not, your gaze practically burned through the back of Garreth's fluffy pink ensemble as he disappeared into the throng of students.

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While the evening bled into night, even with the bolstering presence of libations coursing through your veins, the mere idea of approaching Garreth at the night's end had your insides all tangled. Harmless flirtations aside, this was a full-on proposition. What if the request was meant for someone else?

Then again, he’d deliberately dedicated the honeycomb to you…

---

Somewhere between a refilled goblet and the honeycomb wrapper now tucked into your brazier like some love letter from a sweetheart posted overseas, your prior suspicions of Garreth’s costume being rather warm were confirmed. The redhead retracted an arm inside the suit, while the other unzipped the front to his navel, exposing his bare chest as he tied the sleeves around his hips.

At that moment, propriety yielded to fascination, and any pretense of restraint evaporated as you found yourself captivated by the contours of his soft yet sculpted physique. A twinge of envy stirred within you, brought on by the admiring glances of the two Hufflepuff witches directed his way from the sidelines.

Garreth leaned against the wall, a slight trickle of sweat central to his chest, freckles all flushed from alcohol and flirtations, and seeing the wizard looking entirely dishevelled in his buzzed state did something truly wonderful for your inhibitions. Downing the rest of your pep talk, you crossed the common room, approached him near the enchanted piano, and promptly cupped a hand to his ear.

"I’m ready to… hop off, for the night." You whispered, the heat carried with it curling into the shell of cartilage.

"Yeah?" Garreth’s grin settled into a keen sort of coy, and his gaze went all honed-in and confident, leaning into you with some additional insinuations in those glassy greens of his. "Sure you don’t want to linger a bit longer in this charming mildew?"

His stray dig was not lost on Sebastian, who promptly threw Garreth a pointed warning without threat behind it, bopping an ear of his fuzzy getup.

"Settle down, Sallow," Garreth chortled, relieving his cup of its contents before boldly taking your hand. “We know the snakes always host the most splendid of shindigs.”

A chorus of wolf-whistles heralded your departure, along with someone’s award-winning remark about calling Garreth ‘Thumper.’

Down the adjacent hallway you went, past another couple that was long since lip-locked, and the firewhisky fuzz in you sought the very same. At the end of the hallway that connected to the Slytherin dormitories, coincidentally located at the intersection of friendship and something more, you shoved Garreth against the wall and claimed that magical mouth of his with your own.

For all the smart comments, the witty banter, the years of flirtations that stacked the deck and colored your cheeks, Garreth melted against you, a mess of vulnerability and desire. His body responded eagerly, exploring newfound territories with a hunger born of longing. Eventually, his body caught up to the priority of the situation, wrapping both arms around you with eager motions and traveling to all the locations he’d only dreamt of visiting before.

You were moving then—perhaps another student was evicting you from the open area, nudged aptly to ‘get a room’—but at one point or another, between lips, between moans, and those magical, heated renditions of your name, you found yourselves in a vacant dormitory.

"Who’s room is this?" You pondered breathlessly.

Garreth didn’t seem to give two shits as you all but crashed into the bedroom, nearly toppling an oil lamp, sending it teetering on its pegs as you collided with a bedpost. "Don’t know, don't care."

And that conversation promptly died in between your mouths, somewhere in the tangle of your tongues, as Garreth captured your wrists, holding them above your head as he trailed kisses along your throat. Plush, pink lips planted sweet kisses, while the scuff of end-of-day stubble bit friction in their wake.

"Garreth," You murmured with a shallow draw of breath. "You… you fancy me?"

"Oh, we’re well past fancying, love." His tone dipped back into devious territory, the same place where feelings like desire and longing and, goodness, arousal held court. “I’m onto the craving stages of our little tryst, myself. And right now… I need you.”

In response to his confession, your leg instinctively hitched over his hip, eliciting a low groan as he captured his bottom lip between teeth, a rewarding gesture that spoke volumes without a word.

His grip on your wrists was released, instead seeking the supple curve of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he carried you toward the nearest bed. Settling you down with a sense of urgency, the mattress dipped with his company, and he enveloped you in his embrace, hungering for more of the kisses that fueled his wet dreams.

Garreth pulled back, settling on his knees above you, a pleased grin playing on his lips as he panted, as if suddenly realizing something, perhaps in response to the whisper of a zipper against his bare chest. "Why aren't you naked yet?"

You laughed, mischief set free as you met his gaze. "Excuse me? What about romance? Shouldn't you be wooing me or, I don’t know, engaging in some foreplay?"

The redhead chewed his lip, and it stretched with eagerness. “Of course. Where are my manners? Though I’m still taking all of your clothes off right now, I’ve waited long enough for my Easter present.”

"You don’t exactly give gifts for Easter."

There wasn’t much room left for protest, however, as Garreth all but tore your skirt from your waist, his expression telling of the countless times he’d imagined doing so, perhaps somewhere into his fist or while soaking in the shower. The billow of linen and cotton was discarded with such haste that you thought he’d taken some unspoken offence to the garment, but then his efforts were being spent on tugging your underwear down. A breath born from an expletive ensured you were plenty wet for the introduction.

Verdant irises were engulfed by pupils blown wide, as Garreth drank in the sight of your sex. "God… my imagination could never."

"Like what you see, do you?" You giggled nervously, knees bent and pressed together in honest reflex.

"You have no bloody idea how much I like what I see," he replied with a grin, his gaze tracing every contour of your exposed skin. "...what am I supposed to do now?" It was his turn for a nervous chuckle, palming whatever flesh he made contact with, his demeanour akin to that of a tourist in need of directions.

A soft moan rewarded his efforts. "Whatever you desire... I'm yours for the night, remember?"

And to seal the proverbial deal, you peeled the ruched top up and over your head, unhooked your brazier immediately after, and bit the web of your cheek as you expedited it to the floor, joining the rest of your clothing expenditures.

The honeycomb wrapper fluttered onto your stomach, and Garreth raised an amused brow. "A fond little souvenir, hmm?"

"It’s sentimental, shut up." You purred, quieting his jests with bare chests pressed, and he saw no room for further comment on the matter. Garreth was all mouth then, kissing from lips to chin to lobe as he tutted. "Before we truly make like rabbits and fornicate," He couldn’t help the huff that followed, hearing himself say such a big boy word, "there's something I want to do first."

"Tell me," you urged quietly, fingers tangled in fiery copper curls. "Tell me what you want to do to me..."

"Well, for starters..." He kissed a breadcrumb trail from your neck to your shoulder, "I want to hold you in my arms and get you off."

"Oh god," anticipation drenched your mound and arched your back. "Yes, Garreth, please…"

The sound of your voice sent shivers down his spine, confirming the suspicions he had harboured for months. Curated Gryffindor courage made his heart swell, and his hands trailed down to both hips, maneuvering you around until your back pressed against his chest, playing little and big spoons. Garreth's lips found their way to the curve of your ear, where teeth and lips took turns teasing your lobe. "Comfy?"

"Very much so," you mewled, surrendering to his magnetic presence, your bare back pressed against his chest while you lay on your side. Your hips instinctively moved in synchrony with his, firm against fluffy pink fabric slung low on his waist, and there it is—that stiffness underneath the plush that has your mouth watering and your groin humming. A snort erupted from you at the reminder of the rabbit costume, partially undressed, entirely inappropriate.

"What's that, sweetheart? Gonna share with the class?" He tsked then, and a mischievous grin adorned his face as he felt the delightful pressure of your hips against his own. "Might I… take a dip?"

"Yes," you breathed, already writhing, already wanting, even though his exploration had only just commenced. "Please, Garreth... please..."

And so Garreth learned a lot about himself then; your pleading revealed a new kink. He nuzzled your neck with a mischievous grin, his touch growing more daring as a hand dipped lower; as soon as his fingers gently caressed the carnal crux between your thighs, your neck arched a bit harshly, but that was just fine; you were too absorbed in thoughts of holy fuck, Garreth is rubbing my clit.

The prompt response surprised him, but your brash expression had an undeniable allure. A playful smile appeared on his face as he leaned in and whispered in your ear. "Merlin, this wet for me already? So generous..."

"Can’t believe I’m getting fingered by someone in a bunny costume.”

“Fingered by me in a bunny costume, thank you.” Garreth began sucking over your jugular to elicit a sweet little cry from your mouth, and with the flesh popping audibly, no doubt where a bruise would bloom, he whispered, "You're going to feel splendid around me, beautiful.”

"I want you, Garreth." Grinding your pelvis into both his palm and his dick certainly conveyed as much. It echoed the heat that built over months of minute gestures, sidelong glances, and jokes made at each other’s expense.

"I want you, too." His hand moved with purpose, with three fingers flat against your bud, dipping to explore your intimate depths while those tactful lips brushed the upward jut of your neck. An arm snaked under you and around your middle, palming a breast with a multitasking maneuver that made you squirm.

"Garreth," you whimpered as he caressed your wetness, throwing petrol on the fire within you. You found a rhythm that harmonized with the symphony he composed. "Yes, yes..."

"What is it, baby?" His thumb made love to that throb and swell of nerves, eyes closed in concentration as he leaned closer, exhalation hot on your shoulder.

"I want to come for you," you rasped, testifying that which sought to consume you. "Please… faster…"

Garreth's explorations intensified, and the sound of your slick arousal punctuated each movement. An almost accomplished smile curled his lips, relishing the subtle power he held over you. "Do my fingers feel good?" His voice danced all hushed and seductive, the grate of alcohol and lust on his throat.

You were lost in the whims of his touch, unfolding in his hands. As he quickened the pace of his fingers, your body arched along the river banks of abandon, edging closer to release. "I know something that would feel even better."

He possessed an innate knowledge of the words that would stoke the fire within you. "We’ll get there," he whispered, his breath hot on your racing pulse. "First… come for me."

"Yes," you whimpered, your voice trembling with the impending climax that welled within. His finger movements, an audacious symphony between soaked folds, carried you ever closer. "I'm… I'm… "

As your cries of pleasure came forth with volume, Garreth focused his efforts on your clitoral hood, applying firm pressure as opposed to frantic fingering, intent on prolonging the spasms. At the same time, your body practically sang his praises, and he offered the same in return. "Good girl. Now... are you ready for me?"

You panted, flipping over to face him with a breathless peppering of kisses, flush with gratitude. “Keep calling me a good girl like that, and I will be,” you breathed, gently biting his bottom lip.

He was quick on the draw, bless him. "Good girl.”

Eager motions resumed, bodies practically clinging together. "I want you inside me, Garreth." You squirmed underneath, anticipating his taking. “Let me be your good girl; take me from behind…”

Without hesitation, Garreth shifted you onto your stomach faster than his brain could sort sense of the idea. He grabbed you by the hips, repositioning you on the bed with precision, with his trademark combination of dominance and fondness. You stabilized on elbows, swaying your hips like the comely creature you were.

"Is this what my good girl wants?" he smirked, devouring the gradual parting of your legs, the invitation for him to claim what is rightfully his.

"Yes," you practically pleaded, thrumming to feel the weight of his hands upon your hips, to experience his penetration. "Please, baby... spank me."

He processed the request with his mouth slightly agape in surprise at your words. No one had ever made such a request to him before. "Are you asking me to spank my good girl?"

A coy nod over your shoulder and a bitten lip conveyed your consent. "Yes, please... I'll be good..."

"Say it properly.” The command was all supplicant and alluring, while ravenous hands sampled your inner thighs.

“Please, Garreth…” You whimpered, practically dripping. “Please, spank me.”

"That's better..."

A palm thunderclapped across your rear with unexpected force. Another followed in quick succession, harder than the first, and you cried a simpering symphony. Hips swayed and rutted, knees threatened to buckle, and your back arched as heat rooted deep. "More, please, baby..."

His breath hitched as he took in your heartfelt plea, spurred on by something that mingled and met with testosterone, compelling him to venture into unexplored realms, a captive yearning for sweet freedom. Garreth employed the enthralling control he had over you as he gripped your hips possessively, while his palm branded your buttocks.

"So good," you gasped, and each contact drew forth a garbled moan.

A mischievous smirk played across the lion’s face, as he darkened at the welting consequences of his actions. He prolonged the inevitable. "Oh, is that so?" His hand descended once more, his touch deliberate, unhurried.

"Yes, oh god..." You yearned for a proper fuck, to have your hips hammered, longed to stretch intimately around him. With your bottom lip caught between teeth, you glanced back at Garreth, exuding an eager and willing demeanour. "Baby, please..."

The taut heat of his cock nestled against your rear. Nimble fingers curled into your waist, drawing you closer, and then Garreth discovered the full extent of your arousal. "So wet for me..."

"Only for you, baby..." You pushed your hips back, feeling entirely too empty all of a sudden. "Garreth, I need you inside of me… please, take me... "

"Oh, I'm going to take you, all right."

And then, in a display of vulnerability, he guided you closer with hesitant hands seeking comfort on your thighs. With a shared breath, Garreth aligned himself, gathering warmth and wetness in kind on his cock, and announced his entry with an audible exhale.

Like a reflex, your back arched, writhing serpentine along his length as Garreth bottomed out. He provided experimental thrusts, gradually quickened the pace, and soon you were sucked into a beautiful pattern.

A primal moan parted lips in an unfiltered expression of longing as he delved deeper, as Garreth bucked from behind. Bending down, he pressed an enthusiastic kiss to your nape, grunting with the forceful motion of his fuck. With every thrust, his lips on your neck sent shivers down your spine, and with how desperate he was to hold you close, Garreth clutched you close and brought your torso upright, swaying in rhythm, your bodies making sense of one another’s.

"Oh, baby girl…" The wizard purred into your ear with a strong forearm clamped over your torso and a firm grasp tangled in your hair. He tugged at your strands as he increased his pace, the pricks of pulled nerves eliciting a gasp. His grip across your midsection anchored you to his chest, the tight hold leaving crescent marks of possession into the swell of a breast. A lovely, lewd sound escaped his throat as your hips began to meet his movements, the overwhelming pleasure consuming him entirely.

Your back pressed against his chest, and you contorted in all the right ways. With a head tilted back, your sights set on the heavens, surrendering to the moment. "Fuck me, baby. Hold me tight..."

"I’m not letting go," The words were all breath, the sound caught on the brimming heart stuck in his throat, as he leaned down to bite your neck. "You're... you're mine..."

Your hand instinctively snaked between your legs, choking your clit between index and middle digits. The intense sensation of Garreth's plumbing your depths brought you to the brink, surpassing your wildest expectations. "Oh god, Garreth, I'm... I'm coming...”

A shriek was stifled as you came hard and raw, your abdomen releasing pressure buildup as you rocked against Garreth’s cock like it was your saving grace, coaxing and prolonging your release as you disengaged from body and mind, almost going slack in his arms. The announcement, the tightness of your orgasm propelled him fuck to his full potential, chorused by your cries. He teetered on the brink, his equilibrium delicately balanced as he held onto your hip, thrusting deeper inside with each exhalation, his movements deliberate and steadfast.

The bed protested audibly as you rocked on your knees, punctuating your passionate connection. You coaxed him with a voice still raw and made all the more ragged from your climax. "Come, baby…"

Your words were the catalyst of his coming. Garreth buried his face into the back of your neck, breathing ragged and erratic as the boundless excitement that you built within him finally burst forth in a breathtaking culmination. He surrendered to an overwhelming release, spilling himself deep within.

Collapsing forward, he pressed you into the bed, his body weight a comforting presence upon you. You let out a sound of satisfaction as he settled on your back, your inner thighs slick with evidence of your shared release. An inward sigh of fulfillment escapes you while you tilt to plant a kiss on his cheek. "God, that was even better than the first."

"You’ve rendered me boneless, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as he buried his face in the crook of your shoulder. “I’m utterly spent.”

You couldn't help letting out a soft chuckle; your fingers naturally entwined with his as you both shifted onto your sides. When your eyes met, they reflected a sense of contentment and gratification. "Me too," you admitted, your voice soothing in the quiet aftermath. "Spent and drained..."

Garreth's hand tightened around yours, conveying tenderness. His lips curled into a gentle smile, a sparkle of admiration flickering in his gaze. Compelled by magnetism, you gravitated close, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. "Stay," you murmured, longing to extend this moment of closeness.

The chuckle he responded with caught you off guard until you realized that you hadn’t the foggiest idea whose bed you just expressed your feelings in. "Ah, I see," you laughed, begrudgingly reaching for your clothes.

As you tugged each article of clothing on, Garreth adjusted the rabbit costume back into place, and you devolved into a fit of giggles. “Did you even take off that ridiculous get-up?”

“Listen, love,” Garreth smirked, claiming your chin with impish intent. “I just fucked the most beautiful woman in our year wearing this. I won't soon be criticizing its charm.”

You leaned closer to kiss him, as breathless as he made you feel. “Fair enough.”

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[nesaluvstherecoms]

𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ꜰᴇᴍ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Y/N, a military prodigy, raised and trained in the Marine Corps, opens her eyes to a new life as a Recombinant. Her purpose is one and one only; being General Frances Ardmore’s right hand in taming the frontier in order to set up humanity’s future home on Pandora, including eliminating resisting natives. There’s only one problem; Y/N’s predecessor has never been on Pandora. Despite this challenge, Y/N seems to face a bigger issue. She’s surrounded by incompetent idiots. The biggest idiot in question seems to be someone among her own ranks. Miles Quaritch. Even with his rank as a Colonel, Quaritch still manages to screw up his biggest mission, ruining Y/N’s and Ardmore’s hard work in the process. With it being her job, Y/N has to find a way to go about this incompetent asshole, including dealing with his unchecked attitude, inability to successfully complete a single mission, impulsive decisions and his absolute lack of professionalism. Miles on the other hand wishes this damn woman would just die. She suddenly appeared one day, charmed Ardmore, got promoted to Major General, and now she thinks she can steal all the authority he had on base, run her rude ass mouth, give him shit about every single mission and boss him around like he’s her personal bitch? Who the fuck does she think she is? They both thought the natives would be their biggest enemies, but with each other among their own ranks, they’re starting to change their minds.

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴀɢꜱ & ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: minors DNI, enemies to lovers, dark themes, warfare, guns, typical military violence, heavy sexual activity (smut), forced neural bond (tsaheylu), identity crisis, death, injuries, PTSD, etc.

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ:

This is an enemies to lovers fic.

Y/N and Miles are both comfortable with engaging in sexual activities with the same gender.

Kind of a slow burn.

There are a lot of OCs because I needed more Marines and RDA personnel.

The male Na’vi in this fic have sheath folds because you cannot tell me those fuckers have their cocks out and their crotches are still flatter than my kitchen table.

For chapters with smut, dark themes or heavy triggers I will add warnings.

Recom logo header and dividers are mine, please credit if you use them.

This work is also on AO3, under the username: @nesaluvstherecoms

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐰. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐙𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬

✮ ᴜɴɪᴛ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴛᴀ ꜱʜᴇᴇᴛ ✮

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒: 𝐒𝐒𝐃𝐃

𝐼𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈…

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[wonyui]

Cupids Last Chance | H.YJ

SUMMARY A hopeless romantic, Yunjin finds herself smiling uncontrollably by everything a certain friend of her does. Although she's lucky enough that you're blind to her feelings, it's always frustrating at times when she realizes how you don't catch on to the times that she openly flirts. Calming herself down and deciding to be straightforward, she takes the opportunity of feeling confident to confess her actual feelings for you.

Pairings: Huh Yunjin x F!Reader

Requested ✔️: Here

Genre: wlw, fluff, idiots in love, non idol AU, comedy-romance(?)

A/N: We don't talk about the low quality header..

Word count 2.7k

"Well, you look miserable," Yunjin teased, taking a seat next to you. "Didn't I tell you to study when the sun is still shining and not at night?"

You glared at her, eyes feeling as though they could betray you at the last moment. Yunjin obviously took notice of this when you weren't blinking as much as you usually would.

Leaning against the palm of her hands and softly smiling, she unintentionally opened her mouth to speak. "You're so cute."

Gaining your energy for some reason, you whipped your heads towards her to know whether you heard it right or whether you heard it wrong. "What?" Catching herself and realizing what she had just said, Yunjin coughed in embarrassment. "I said you look like shit."

"Are you here to annoy me or not?" You scoffed, inhaling and exhaling from the stress that she didn't create but added onto. "Because it's working."

"No, what? I actually got you something." Yunjin sighed, taking out a plastic bag filled with possible food and drinks.

You were definitely grateful for the way she sometimes treated you, but your eyes twitched at the sight of the object that she held in her hands so proudly. "Is that plastic? I'm literally in a club trying to stop idiots like you from using such things."

Yunjin patted you on the back, not caring at all because she spent on a whole dollar on it. "And we love you for that. Go turtles."

Forcefully taking the plastic bag begrudgingly, you muttered a 'thank-you', causing her to soften up at your cuteness. "It's more than just about turtles," you sighed, wanting to explain how important it is to society. Yunjin knew you like the back of her hand, sending the same charming smile that she would always send whenever you would talk about things that mattered most to you. The hopeless romantic in her liked to wish that you'd take your time talking about her instead.

"And it's honestly so annoying. I mean, why can't you use a better bag to carry your own things?" You questioned, stopping yourself when you realized how quiet Yunjin had been the entire time. "Oh God, was I talking too much?"

Smiling so fondly at you, Yunjin shook her head. "No, your voice is pretty. I'd prefer if you talked more."

Just like earlier, you pretended not to hear her words, feeling as though it'd be too much to take if she continued this. "Okay, um, how has your day been so far?" Yunjin shrugged, gesturing for you to eat and drink your heart out. "I've been good so far, sure you have been too. Eat the sandwich, by the way. My mom forced me to give it to you." It was a total lie. Yunjin had to face time her mom last night in order to successfully make a sandwich because she knew that if she had done it herself, she'd fail miserably.

"Since when did your mom put ribbons on her sandwiches?" You asked, finding it cute.

Yunjin rubbed the back of her neck, trying not to make it obvious by biting back the smile that had been trying to force its way out. "Since now I guess. I told her it was stupid, but she insisted." You raised your brows at her, finding the situation too assuming. "Really? Because I find it cute.. tell her I said thank you for me." The spark in her eyes lit up, probably could light up a whole city even.

For her, she was glad you didn't question it further. But to you, you were glad that she made it for you. Seriously, who wouldn't tell it was Yunjin's own work with the serious lack of ribbon tying? The sandwich tasted good, even better than before, because her mom would add her signature veggies. It was something you disliked til this day because you were a huge vegetable anti, still eating it anyway so you won't waste her efforts. This time, the sandwich didn't have any veggies in it, tasting as though it came straight from heaven.

"How did your mom know that I didn't like veggies this time?" You sighed, feeling quite content from the sandwich.

Yunjin took your notebook, taking a look at your notes to see if there were any misspelling that she could fix, as usual. "I told her. She felt sorry from all those times she made it for you, so you don't have to worry about forcing yourself to eat it."

"And how exactly do you remember how much I hated eating vegetables?" A dorky grin formed, stopping Yunjin from searching for any sort of mistakes.

"Because your stupid reactions are always glued at the back of my mind. Isn't it funny? You totally resemble a troll." She retorted for no absolute reason.

You were quite offended, but it didn't matter the many insults that Yunjin threw at you. She was either snappy or nice. It depended on whichever mood she was in. It was something that you were used to anyway, plus it was what made the conversation flow. Otherwise, the two of you would be looking elsewhere trying not to panic.

"But you're like, the cutest troll of them all," Yunjin added, realizing how offensive that sounded. "You're a cute troll."

"Pardon?" You blinked, trying to process whether it was a compliment or a backhanded one.

"Never mind, I'll shut up," She sighed, taking your drink right out of your hand and stealing a sip from the same exact straw that you had recently used despite it being plastic too. It wasn't for the fact that she stole your drink, but the fact that it was an indirect kiss, Yunjin seemed to have noticed it too when her ears started reddening. "Let's go, it's kinda boring," Yunjin immediately stood up, giving your drink back and stuffing the extra trash into the plastic bag. "I have to study though..?" You muttered, knowing exactly how much she didn't care. Yunjin looked down at you, acting as though she wasn't centimers taller than you. "Not important right now. You need a break."

Biting your lips, anticipating on whether you should even hang out with an abomination like her. "Come on, I'm not gonna bite if that's what you think," Yunjin deadpanned, knowing exactly what you were thinking. "Fine, but you're dropping me off after," She immediately nodded, taking your hand and intertwining it with hers.

"What are you doing?" You questioned, staring at your own hand already interlocked with hers.

"Holding hands?"

"Yeah, but why."

"Why can't I?"

"Is it really necessary, though?"

"Is you being short that necessary? You wanna get lost like last time, huh?"

"Wha— First of all, it was a time one thing! Secondly, you're using this as a big block of an excuse to hold my hand!" You argued back in defense.

Yunjin ignored your protests, already dragging the both of you out the door.

-

"Why are we here again.." You asked in a disappointed tone.

Looking around, you could see a group of children playing and their parents watching over them. The swings and slides weren't as empty as the kids either shared or bickered over it. Luckily, the benches looked empty enough to sit on. Yunjin smiled sarcastically, giving her best charming smiling, "I figured you'd wanna come here since you're that childish," Before continuing, she made sure to cover her head so you wouldn't try slap it like last time. "Also because I believe a loud atmosphere could really bring back that perfect something you own."

"Yeah? And what exactly is that?" You asked, uncertain of what she currently has on her mind.

It wasn't that cold, yet she still managed to give you goosebumps from the way her eyes smiled more than her lips did. "Your smile."

Was she annoying? Yes. Did her flirtatious personality sometimes get the best of you? No, well, maybe. Were you awfully blushing because of her? Yes.

"You're so— never mind.. can we at least take a seat?" You asked, not bothering to even wait for her answer because it didn't matter to you.

Yunjin scoffed, walking at a fast pace in order to catch up.

-

"Why is it windy all of a sudden?" You shuddered, cursing yourself mentally for forgetting your own comfy warm hoodie.

Yunjin proudly took this opportunity by taking off her jacket, feeling the breeze hit over her, too. She shuddered more than you did, still wanting to give you her hoodie. "Wear this."

"Are you sure? You're not gonna be cold, right? Oh, who am I kidding. You're literally weak against the cold."

"I'm fine."

"You're literally worse than I am."

"I won't wear the hoodie if you won't wear it."

"You're stubborn."

Putting on the hoodie, you sighed in content at the warmth that it provided. Yunjin seemed to be struggle from the way she was shivering, cursing the wind for coming in at the wrong time. Taking her hand and putting it inside the hoodie hole, you made sure to push her closer to you in order for her to get warmth from your own body warmth.

"You say something stupid, and I'll push you away." You warned, noticing the dorky grin that she wore on her stupid attractive face.

"Didn't plan to," She chuckled, "it'd be too much for your poor heart."

Annoyed, you pushed her away. Yunjin frowned, protesting for you to provide her the recent warmth that you provided before pushing her away so aggressively. Thank god for the cold turning your entire face red. Otherwise, the blush on your face would have been obvious, and she'd tease you for it.

"Are we really here to just sit and watch kids play?" Yunjin gasped, finding it quite offensive that you didn't find kids cute to watch when they simply bickered.

"What's so bad about it?" She rolled her eyes, taking a peek at your side profile. You looked too pretty for her to resist, almost as though you were calling out for her to give all her attention to you. "Nothing, and you're staring hard again," you exposed her. Yunjin smiled oh so lovingly, always enough to probably put you in a coma. "You have a pretty side profile. I think it's better than when I have to face you directly." Again, she backhandedly compliments.

About to reply, two strangers watched as you conversed. "Sweetie.. don't be like them when you grow up."

"Why?" The child asked innocently.

"People like them struggle with love and annoy those around them. Be a better person in the future, okay?" The mom asked, pushing her child further from the two of you.

You stood up, yelling in order to clear up the misunderstanding. "We're not dating!"

The mom ignored you, closing her daughters ears. Yunjin couldn't help but laugh, finding the situation too funny. You slapped her hands, telling her to knock it off. "Oh wow, was it really obvious that we were kinda dating?" Yunjin wiped her pretend tears. "We were never dating Yunjin..." You trailed off, snapping her from her own delusions.

"Yet." She smiled.

'What a pain in the ass.' You thought while blushing, shaking your head in dissaprovement.

-

"You look kissable right now. I wanna kiss you platonically." Yunjin stared at your lips so daringly.

You covered your poor lips, wondering if she was ever in her right mind. "Yunjin. You can't kiss someone platonically."

Yunjin blinked, wondering if she heard it wrong or not. "You mean it's right to kiss someone on the cheeks platonically, but then it's not when you wanna kiss them on the lips?" She sounded so insane but it kinda made some sense. The way she sounded so genuinely curious made it even more funny. "No..? Cheeks and lips are a different thing," you replied, unsure of why the two of you were even having this conversation in the first place.

"Then I wanna kiss you, not platonically." You tilted your head in confusion.

"As in like," She rubbed her nape, still feeling the confidence telling her to continue. "More than friends way."

You raised your brows, still feeling confused. "We'd have to be more than friends for that to make sense."

"Exactly idiot."

"But we're just friends."

"That's not what I mean!"

"So you're saying we're not friends?"

"No!? I'm saying I wanna be more than friends."

"Well— oh. I'm sorry, did you just confess?" Yunjin slowly nodded, heart beating faster than it usually did.

"Oh.." You slowly nodded, gulping silently. " Wow."

Yunjin frowned, wanting your reaction to be just more than that. Unless you were not at all interested in her, then it's her fault for believing the two of you could ever happen. "I'm sorry for confessing all of a sudden, uh.. I could just take it back, and we could pretend it never happ—" You automatically cut her off, shaking your head. "Are you crazy!? That's such a coward move coming from you. I mean— don't take it back unless you don't mean it because I like you too."

"Well, I certainly mean it." Yunjin tried to make it seem as though it was a competition.

You mentally face palmed, groaning at her odd self. "Don't start Yunjin."

"But in all seriousness, I didn't believe that you would not have liked me back."

"You almost cried, you big baby."

"Your big baby."

Sighing in defeat, you slowly accepted your fate and kept quiet.

-

"Thank you for dropping me off," you softly smile, about to leave when Yunjin stops you almost immediately. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Her obvious reason for asking such question froze you. It was either to act dumb or run off. The 2nd option was clearly not available at the moment. "Hm? What would I be forgetting?"

A frown appeared, waiting for you to just admit that you knew what she was waiting for. "Yunjin, I am not gonna kiss you."

"Wow," Yunjin scoffed before turning her head to the side and pointing at her cheeks, "What about a kiss on the cheeks, at least?"

"Whatever, I'm only doing it platonically though." You joked, leaning over to kiss her on the cheeks.

It was obviously a trap, and you fell for it. The moment your lips almost landed on her 'cheeks', she turned her head forward and pulled you into an actual kiss. The kiss lasted seconds before you could register the fact that the idiot in front of you managed to steal your first kiss successfully, also you were pissed because she managed to make you redder than you were hours ago. "I think kisses on the cheeks and lips are the same," Yunjin shrugged, giggling evilly afterward because of how badly you were blushing. "You're insane." You muttered helplessly, hitting her on the shoulders.

"Love you too." Yunjin laughed, watching as you walked away, ignoring her three words. "Tell me you love me back or else I'll scream! It's 7pm. Think about your neighbors!"

Flipping her off, you begrudgingly opened your mouth to reciprocate her own words. "Whatever! I love you too.. I guess."

"Heard that!" Yunjin half-shouted, leaving you in embarrassment because her voice echoed.

You rushed into your own house, shutting the door behind you before sliding down against the door, covering your face using your palms, and trying to refrain your heart from beating too much. If death was coming for you, then Huh Yunjin was definitely the right person to send.

"My worrisome child? Why are you on the floor..?" Your mom questioned.

"It's nothing," you replied, not daring to open the door in fear of Yunjin popping in. "It's really nothing."

Your mom shrugged it off before smiling. "Well, aren't you invite Yunjin in? we heard her voice."

"I'm out here, Aunty!" Yunjin's muffled voice caused you to groan.

If it wasn't for the fact that your angelic mom had been watching, you would have opened the door just to strangle Yunjin to death. All you could wish was that she wouldn't open her mouth to say anything.

While your mom had been talking to the two of you, you swore you could see Yunjin's eyes linger on your lips before looking back at your mom and nodding. She really had no shame in her own game of stupidity.

"By the way, are the two of you dating?"

"God mom, no!"

"We are."

"Oh? Y/N what have I told you? Don't be ashamed of the people you love."

"Mom!?"

"Thank you, momma Park."

"What the hell Yunjin."

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[tarotwithdanise]

YOUR LIFE AS SOMEONE WHO IS WELL KNOWN.

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꒰⠀from left to right ; intuitively choose the pile your mind, heart and soul desire for. if you are having trouble choosing the right pile for you, here’s some tips you can do ; (1) take a deep breath (2) close your eyes (3) ask guidance from your guides (4) finally open your eyes and you can choose the right pile for you by the guidance you ask from your guides. if you are still having trouble by choosing the right pile for you let me know because i am willing to help and guide you.

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PILE ONE - THE STAR

If you will be someone who is well known individual, you probably someone who is an actor at the same time a singer slash model. You will be gifted with incredible voice, beauty and acting skills. Especially that you seems bewitched other people with the charm you have. You likely be an inspiration of many people and so, the warmth of sun and you stole the elegance of CHANEL brand which will be tied to you since you were born. Apparently, not all people will like you especially there's one of your circle is a stalking horse, a predator. Having this kind position of life will not be easy for you because you can frequently get sick which make sense since you have a busy and exhausted schedule and so, this crazy ‘so’ called fans and paparazzi's are following you everywhere which makes you feel disappointed, unhappy and wanted to give up with this kind of life and career. As well, I see here that you are all in one package person for many managements. Many brands and opportunities will be on knocking on your door, they want to have a collaboration with you. You will be one of those unforgettable social media sensation, the fame and popularity you have will be spread quickly as the years and months goes by. There's a high chances that you will be name by many magazines and newspapers as an overnight ‘world-wide phenomenon star’. While behind the scenes and, you likely attract many secret admirers from the field you have ; there's a lot of people who wanted to win your heart but you are looking for someone who is unique, authentic and natural person.

Similar stars : IU, Zendaya, Beyoncé, Jennifer Lopez, Marilyn Monroe, Ariana Grande, Selena Gomez, Hailee Steinfeld, Elvis Presley, Robert Pattinson, Taylor Swift and BTS's Jungkook.

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PILE TWO - THE WRITER, AUTHOR AND PSYCHIC

I can safely say that you are a writer or an author if you will be a well known individual especially the first card on the spread is the hermit followed by the high priestess then the moon. And just wow, you really have a high potential to be one, just in case if you are planning to start writing a book maybe this is a sign. You have a full wisdom and you never stops learning and you always expanding this knowledge. I see people perceive you as a very mysterious individual, they wanted to know you more deeper but you only shows few to the public, it seems you putting the limit. Thus, this is the reason why you have many supporters, they know you respect yourself and so they make sure that they won't bother your personal space. You will create a healthy relationships with them and you will create a peaceful community. You think that you hold the power and so you take the responsibility to spread this kind of classiness as well that the way you writes in can lift up and inspired other people. While, if you are someone who have a great intuition level and spiritual ability like a psychic. You can be well-known in such spiritual and tarot community. A lot of people will be following your social media accounts and there's a high chances you can achieve this in a small period of time, you will attract many people because of how excellent your ability is, in a fast period time you will be the center of attraction. Everyone on this kind of community wanted a closure with you and be your friends but just advice from me, you need to be careful whom you trust and befriended with because as I see here not all of them will have pure and clear intentions towards you, 2-3 people is having a feeling of envy, hate or dislike you and wants you to go down with the thrown you are owning but I don't think they can harm you because you are very witty individual, you are likely to ignore them rather than to deal them because you might be thinking it would be just a waste of time. But yeah, people will praise and love your works and it will be hard for them to let you go. These people will probably perceiving you as kind, gentle and light individual. They will be fall with the energy you have, the words you were having it can help people to find the right and healing path, it just, it will leave a positive mark to them. The Leo, Scorpio, Virgo, Aquarius, Libra and Sagittarius placements are prominent in your chart but it doesn't have to be if you don't have any. Additional message here, one of major issues you are facing right needs an attention and solution, you maybe seeing multiple angel numbers currently especially 1111, the angels wants you to take the first step.

Similar stars : William Shakespeare, J.K Rowling and Jane Austen while from tumblr ; amourdivine, thedivineart, azure-cherie, sunkissedchld, saturianprincess, neptunes-sol-angel, infipretty, the-wild-candy, pearl-tarotist, psychelis-new, ariesluvz, galene-gothic, royaleofury. (I have more to mention but it will be long if I will put them all, sorry. And I don't usually checking these accounts I just wanted to write them out here because they have an attractive energy for me.)

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PILE THREE - THE ENTREPRENEUR/BUSINESS PERSON

You will be known the field of entrepreneurship and business world. You have a creative and unique tactics that can drawn people attention to your products you were selling. You will be named of one of those people who are great and big in this kind of profession. Many people especially your loved ones will see how you become bigger person as this business grows, like from business into company. You will be powerful individual, you and the brand you make will be discussed with many people online and maybe it can go get viral. You will sweet and lovely individual for other's and for your customers. You will get invited in many awards and people will name your products as one of the best. The products you were making are very authentic, amazing and surreal, people will usually love it and they may buy bulks from you or if not, they probably recommend it to other's. It seems like you can create from nothing into something where it can lead you to a successful and rich life. The Cancer, Sagittarius, Scorpio, Aries, Capricorn, Aquarius and Pieces placements are prominent in your chart but it doesn't have to be if you don't have any.

Similar stars : Rihanna, Jack Ma, Bill Gates, Oprah Winfrey, Ariana Grande, Selena Gomez, Kylie Jenner, Elon Musk and Kim Kardashian.

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PILE FOUR - THE ROYAL ONE

If you will be well known individual you probably someone who is in a high class, a lot of people respect and protect you because anytime your life can be in danger. You have power, firm and structured person. As the emperor card being present here on your spread, you will bring stability to people perhaps all of that, this also means you are taking the accountability and responsibility as a member of a royal family. You will gain the financial stability benefits and so you will be influential this is one of the reason why you choose to practice and check your words in mind before you speak. You taking the public and nation duties. Your movements will be always watched by many. You were be love by many people, they think you are sweet, serious and intelligent. Despite all of this, you are not free to choose what love you want for yourself ; most likely you were get engaged to another royal family member. You will be a legend in this field, probably someone who will break the norm.

Similar stars : Princess Diana, Queen Elizabeth I, Queen Elizabeth II, Princess Leonor and Prince Harry.

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LOVES LOVES LOVES Coffee

Has long hair , straight and soft

Winter is prominent , May have their birthday or it's their fav season . Also loves Christmas !!

Height is between 5'10 - 6'1

Plays guitar or takes singing lessons

Work related to healing , crafting or humanity

Has an outgoing personality. But doesn't indulge in social functions often

May have a brother or sibling whom they trusts the most

Loves beaches and spends time in solitude

Smells good and has a clean cut , Muscular fit .

Their spirit animal can be Bear and Spider

Very very good at sex .

Green Blue eyes . Specs are coming for some .

Has won some medals or prizes on sports such as swimming , yoga or HITs .

Loves savory foods and often dines at fine restaurants

May keep charms or souvenirs for luck . I'm getting some kind of family heirloom

Aesthetic Vibes :- Softcore & 90s

Their handwriting can be small in font and slanting .

Places I got = Turkey , Israel , Japan

Zodiac signs = Taurus , Sagittarius , Aries

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Quite different from your usual types

Has a big friend circle / Friendly & Outgoing

Loves astronomy . Possibility of being a starseed.

Full of surprises and enjoy life to the fullest

virgin and have a high sex drive

Height can be between 5 '7 - 5' 8

Fashionista . Loves mainly caps and bracelets

Divine Connection . Has witchy vibes .

Loves animals and wants a pet

Curly short healthy hair . Black and Red are prominent .

Graduated . Has some kind of major . OR just finished college

Not too old & young . Age between 22- 27 .

Loves Cars and bikes in colours blue / White .

Aesthetic vibes :- Dark Academia & Glam

Always on the GO !!! Doesn't like lazy people .

Has some mommy issues .

Intimidating , Majesty and model vibes

Loves to compose either books or music

Very pretty hands and nails

Places I got = USA , Florida , Brazil , Northampton

Zodiac signs = Leo , Scorpio , Aquarius , Pisces

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