#but it’s always such a heated topic and so difficult to hold back that when I finally speak up I just put my foot in my mouth

[polarisjisung]

BITTERSWEET

synopsis: it's routine— you patch up his wounds and watch them heal, he salts your wounds but doesn't stick around long enough to watch them grow.

wc: 2.7k

pairings: jaemin × fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: mentions of violence, blood, uses of petnames, reader ogles at jaemin for a little while, jaemin gives mixed signals but also not really?

notes: I was supposed to post this last week but the formatting was so off anyways happy renjun day, here's a jaemin fic?

even when he was battered, bruised and most probably broken, na jaemin stared up at you with those shiny eyes, almost iridescent under the moonlight.

you havent seen him in weeks.

you'd like to kick and scream and shout at him for ghosting you all this time, the possibilities of everything that could've happened to him, worrying you endlessly up until now.

you hate him for just showing up like this, out of the blue, you think, but his composure suggests that this isn't as big of a deal as you make it out to be—whether it was weeks or maybe even months later, na jaemin would always circle back to you

like always, there he is stood at your doorstep at an ungodly hour of the night, dripping blood all over the welcome mat that lays on your front porch, his usual carefree self

you know you'll be getting a long scolding from your mother about the kind of company you surround yourself with the next morning, before being forced to rub the stains out of said mat, but in this moment, you couldn't seem to care less

perhaps it's because you swear you've never seen anything prettier, even with cuts littered across his skin, and a swollen eye that would certainly discolour the next morning, he looks ethereal.

for a moment, your jaw hangs low and jaemin holds back a chuckle at the sight, though you wish he hadn't, before you slip to the side and let him in, shutting out the cold as he flings the door to a close behind him, finally turning to face you

jaemin however, had always basked in the warm feeling of admiration that came with your look, though it mostly fell straight through his heart and inflated his sky high ego instead, jaemin wonders how despite his cocky nature you seemed to welcome him all the same

there's an unfamiliar sweetness to his scent tonight, his clothes oozing with the smell of cologne and what any sane person could recognise as perfume— women's perfume.

suddenly you find it difficult to keep looking at his stupidly pretty face, almost feeling sick

admittedly tonight your eyes hold a deeper gloominess to them, bloodshot, because you're tired, he tries to convince himself, but he knows a lot of that redness comes from the purple painted splodges against his skin, the bruises that burn deep inside his being— a burning that seems negligible at the sight of you

"cute slippers" he whispers, the sight of your fluffy pink hello kitty slippers causing the heat to rush to your cheeks

the embarrassment fades just as quickly as it seemed to have taken over your entirety— jaemin had seen a lot worse of you "almost as cute as you" he adds

you brush over the topic like it means nothing, frankly it doesn't, like most things with jaemin

"judging by the state of you" you sigh, two hands on your hips as you look him up and down disappointedly, "you didn't win this fight" and jaemin reels back, far too animated for you to assume he's actually in any pain considering the offended expression he wears, but you know him far too well to fall for his, admittedly convincing, acts

"I won, actually" he says weaving his arms through the gaps between yours to pull you closer, letting then hang at your waist

"sure you did" you nod sarcastically but he only rolls his eyes, following you into the kitchen

he knows what it means when you hold out two mugs, specifically the ones you had hand painted on your trip to the park when you were 5, adorned with the same floral pattern in different colours, and a cheesy quote continued across the two cups— his eyes light up

"hot chocolate?"

and jaemin hates hot chocolate, until its made by you, the sweet, almost childish drink something he could only savour in the dim lighting of your living room

maybe it was because of that specific brand of crazy expensive hot chocolate you used, that tasted a little dark and sometimes too strong for your liking, or maybe, most probably it was the taste of nostalgia that would linger on his lips each and every time

all jaemin knows is he would find himself laughing at the moustache of marshmallow fluff that would undoubtedly form over your upper lip as you carefully dabbed against his wounds with the antiseptic you kept on hand, one reserved solely for him since he was allergic to the regular stuff

he nods, attempting to grin before pulling his lip between his teeth at the sharp pain that strikes across it—hissing.

you laugh, despite the dull ache that takes over your chest seeing him like this

flicking your head over to the sofa is all you can do, worried your voice would give way if you gave the instructions verbatim but jaemin seems to get the memo.

as he takes a seat on your mother's favourite buttoned yellow velvet loveseat— you choose not to read to far into his choice of sofa

you're fishing through the drawers of your freezer to find some ice to help his wounds but all you can find is a bag of dino nuggets and a bag of peas— you decide the dino nuggets have a larger surface area and would probably be a little more help as you emerge through the kitchen door, hoping you made the right choice

jaemin finds the faint look of contemplation on your face far too adorable to hide the smile that reaches his now coloured cheeks, one darker than the other owing to the bruise that blossoms over it

"here" you offer it out to him wrapped in a towel, having learnt from your mistakes the last time you'd accidentally given him freezer burn

"gonna make me do it all by myself doll?" you shoot a questioning look his way "I'm all ache-y"

contrast to his tough demeanor, jaemin looks up at you with a pout and a look of feigned innocence

"yeah? well you should've thought about that before landing yourself in this situation"

you're ready to turn a full 180 on your heels and walk away, until jaemin's fingers wrap around your wrist, bruised knuckles begging for some sympathy

"please?"

ultimately you give in. you knew you would the second he looked at you with those shiny big eyes. you didn't know how to say no, not to him

"fine."

"that's my girl" he beams up at you, you know better than to let his words replay in your mind, his girl, why did that sound so damn good?

as your press the towel to his cheek, the cool feeling against his burning hot skin makes him wince, though you're not sure who's in more pain considering the way you your heart threatens to leap out of your chest

"how many times do I have to tell you to be more careful huh jaemin" you sigh, rubbing circles against his warm skin in an attempt to comfort him, angry eyes latched onto the rough blood stained patches

"don't call me that" his voice drops an octave somehow louder than before despite coming in whispers

"what else shall I call you? is that not your name jaemin?"

his eyes almost flash over completely black as he huffs, "not to you it isn't" and you notice the slither of seriousness that remains unmasked beneath his playful tone— you wonder why jaemin makes no effort to hide the solemnity of his words

but that's who he had always been, hot and cold, difficult to read, even more so to understand, he was confusing at best and so like most things with jaemin, you'd decided putting much thought to it wasn't your best idea, you would only be breaking your own heart.

"oh I didn't know it was different for me" you place a band aid against his wound, reaching to treat the next, your tongue poking out from between your lips causing jaemin to suddenly smile, eyes unwavering from the soft pink skin of your lip

between nights spent in his lousy apartment, cooped up in the illusive comfort of his arms and days spent with tear stained cheeks at the thought of being some disposable little thing in his life, you can't help but find yourself unsure of your place in his life

the acidity rising in your throat should be enough of a reality check for you to know the answer to your question, but self awareness had never been your strong suit.

at times he made you feel like the only girl in the world, most times he made no effort to acknowledge your existence, because jaemin was a man of two extremes

when he cared, or at least seemed to, he did so with his whole heart, and when he didn't— well you couldn't have felt any more worthless

right now his speech is sweet, like his voice is honey and his words are sugar-coated, you're intoxicated by the way his deep cologne overwhelms your senses, making your best attempt to filter out the cheap feminine scent that seems to have blended itself into his

"you know it is doll, everything is different with you" his voice reduces further into deeper whispers, words that hit your mind and soul all at once, heartbeat sounding somewhere in the background as the words echo in your mind

you shake your head.

jaemin had always been adventurous with his words, he was bold to say the least, meaning you knew to take his words with a pinch of salt, or two— however many were necessary really.

drunk on what little love he gave you, you find a sudden dizziness overwhelm you— the good kind that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside even if just for a moment.

honestly speaking, you know you'd believe anything that came out of his mouth— na jaemin could wake up one day and decide the sky was pink and the earth was flat and you'd take it as bible.

you suppose it's just integrated into your genetic coding or something, to be at his beck and call, to let the walls you build around yourself fall down every time, you would protect yourself from the whole world, but the harsh truth was, you couldn't protect yourself from him ,though you didn't mind all that much.

"one of these days I'll leave you at the door to rot" your eyes roll at his words in an attempt to return to the playful mood, and jaemin knows you would never, but the brief mention of the possibility still makes him gulp, sound resonating in his ears

"never" he whispers, suddenly his eyes are glossy and his grip on the warm mug begins to loosen, the thought of losing you never having been one to cross his mind until now, you however, seem as unbothered as before

similar to most things in life, jaemin took you for granted.

but that was the thing, you were unlike anyone, anything, any part of his life— you were special.

jaemin knew you meant a lot to him, it wasn't a secret he tried to hide, not that he was particularly good at expressing it either, but the way your hair falls over your face as you concentrate on patching up his injuries and your skin glows under the dim light has jaemin wondering just how much you mean to him.

jaemin decides you mean the most to him, more than anyone else.

as a man of habit, he wonders what that would mean for these habits of his that you hated oh so much. very little, most probably. he had you amongst a thousand other wrapped around his finger, cast under his spell, deeply infatuated with him but somehow playing with you felt the most special.

that was the problem, you were special to him and as much as he enjoyed playing with fire, jaemin had never thought he'd find himself getting burnt.

you don't realise the silence that befalls the room, nothing but the soft buzz of the fridge or the flicker of the soon to fuse kitchen light mixed with your soft breaths— he had noticed they grew louder as you became more exhausted, guilt beginning to settle somewhere in the pit of his stomach, knowing he was keeping you awake

he was always a little selfish when it came to you, he knew that

your eyes land on jaemin, his flooding with something you can only hope is a feeling of warmth— anything but his usual sudden switch up before he'd announce he was leaving, only for you to see him the next time he got himself like this, a couple nights into the next week most probably, a routine you can't say you had appreciated, nor condoned

most things with jaemin were like this, short lived, and bittersweet, although the bitter part seemed more overpowering at times

you can't help but hold onto the little slither of hope that tonight will be different

"hey doll" his free hand cups your cheek, forcing your noticeably distant eyes into his—but instead of the icy cold stare you expect, you're met with fire, his eyes burning with promise

"hmm?" your eyes lock, "what's up?"

"never stop nagging at me, please" he sucks in a harsh breath, hoping you'll say something to stop him from completely losing control of his words and spilling every thought he's ever held back when it came to you, a lot really

but you only take a sip of the warm drink in your mug, the tones of dark cocoa and the traces of coffee so distinct.

the white foam spreading across your lip as you now decide to tend to the gash beneath his eyebrow, though jaemin sees it as an excuse to take ahold of your face between his fingers, thumb tracing over your upper lip

"cute" your wide eyes make him chuckle, noticing a small speck of white still resting on your lip

"would you look at that, I missed a spot" you find yourself being pulled further into his lap, legs messily sprawled across the couch along with his, you don't mind however, his pink glossy lips the only thing on your mind

you'd like to let him ruin you, make you his puppet, blind you with his warmth and make you his and only his. even if you were his little plaything, it didn't matter, nothing mattered as long as you were his.

"and what are you going to do about it nana, hmm?"

you let your nose rest gently against his, soft vanilla scent mixing with the deep musky cologne jaemin wore, you wonder how it manages to last throughout the day considering your perfumes lasted all of 5 minutes, at best

"whatever you'd like doll, just say the word and I'll do it"

"you promise?"

jaemin nods, "I promise" and he holds you tight, because like all things good in life, jaemin knows one day, he'll lose you too

as you pout your lips at his, a knowing smile in his eyes , the first aid box is long forgotten behind you and your lips fall atop each other, like they'd always meant to.

you can't help but wonder how long jaemin will stick to this promise of his, forever you hope, though you know better.

especially when his hot cocoa flavoured kisses, like the true essence of jaemin, were so damn bittersweet.

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-𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣, 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚-

-𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥, 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡-

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content warning; MDNI, morally grey characters, toxic relation/situationships, domestic abuse, violence, substance use/abuse, mentions of weight/toxic beauty standards, dubcon, a lot of smut (spitting, spanking, bondage, choking, rough sex, etc. appears), age gap (legal), mentions of sensitive topics, not made for glorification of toxic relationships.

chapter wc: 11k+

"I haven't had time, so I would appreciate it if we could at least go at it once." This time she asked with her nicest voice. Y/n tilted her head as she looked at the mess she created in Jennie's sweats–she would lie if she said that she wasn't wet and her clit wasn't throbbing. It was especially hot after seeing Jennie be the mess she was while also being back to calling her these names and manhandling her. 

[Three days ago]

It was nothing new to bring someone back to the hotel room when the parties were over for Jennie. She hadn't been doing it as often anymore since she had someone back in the city who satisfied her needs. It seemed difficult to get satisfied by someone else, or worse.

The woman under her was completely naked as Jennie continued to kiss her with only her boxers left to restrain her cock. She pressed against her heat, her hands roaming her body, lips not leaving her skin as nails gently dragged along her back. Jennie was doing everything, all the things she always did and knew she was good at. All the things that always got her dick hard. The billionaire wasn't only good at making money, no, she was also great at pleasuring after growing addicted to sex because it was better than drugs and alcohol, but better when those two were involved.

"Just fuck me already," Jennie looked up at the complaint as she had been kissing and groping at her chest and all her other parts. To the eye the woman was good looking, she was sexy and beautiful because Jennie didn't just settle for anyone. Men and women would drool over the model or even pay to have her in bed–Jennie knew because she had paid models to sleep with her. Most of them took it because they needed the money and who wouldn't take thousands upon thousands if not millions in exchange for sex? Jennie liked to have something to brag about such as fucking an unobtainable model. Money didn't get her as excited anymore now that she was drowning in it. 

She collected women.

Jennie licked her lips and was about to grab hold of the model's hand but she was faster when she cupped her.

There was one problem—

"You're not even hard."

None of these women were the vixen back home.

Where Jennie had never felt hesitation, guilt, or stress, she hand found herself drowning in it. What came naturally felt like a task now when it wasn't that one body that was so familiar to her. 

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" The model exclaimed, clearly offended and Jennie yanked her hand away from her cock that had barely grown hard. Her jaw clenched as she took in breaths to not let embarrassment wash over her or the anger. She wasn't sure who she was angry at anymore. The model, herself, or Y/n...Or maybe even Asher who was keeping Jennie from being able to see the girl whenever she wanted to. Jennie didn't like having to wait for turns, but she did, God, she did and she felt pathetic, but she took every chance she had to dick Y/n down once her man left her for a few hours or days. 

The feline tried to blame it on the drugs and alcohol.

"Shut the fuck up." She gritted out and reached for her shirt that was thrown on the corner of the bed before pulling it over her head. She took her pants and pulled them on too, not zipping them up as she would head to the shower once the woman left. It was truly humiliating for Jennie, it made her insecure and the model wouldn't consider that it did. It wasn't her fault that she couldn't grow an erection even if she wanted to. She tried her best by taking her time.

"You just wasted like an hour of my time for this. Why would you bring someone over if you can't even get it up." The woman argued as she started to gather her clothes. Jennie's nose twitched as she sat at the edge of the bed with her fists clenching in anger. It wasn't anything in her system, she hadn't gotten drunk and had barely taken any drugs aside from a few white lines like she always did. There was only one explanation and it had never happened to her before.

Jennie had been in relationships and she knew that she hadn't stayed faithful in them because her dick always sprung to life when she saw someone hot who would look her way. It made her forget love the second a girl got on her knees to suck her off. Her love only lasted for the night, it always had.

"Shut the fuck up you bimbo-looking slut! I fucking brought you over and that's more than you will ever fucking accomplish in your life." Jennie snapped and stood up, glaring at the woman who was slipping her dress back on.

"You can't even accomplish an erection which is pathetic enough–no one's gonna waste their time on you anymore." The model bellowed, and Jennie felt it wash over her. The anger consumed her from how the girl was disrespecting her and when she was about to pass she grabbed hold of her wrist and forced her to face her.

"You're not fucking telling anyone about this or I will fucking ruin your career in a second." She threatened the woman as she didn't need it to spread to everyone that she couldn't even get her dick semi-hard. It was going around that she was making women cum left and right, and that she knew exactly how to blow someone's back or use her tongue. It would ruin her reputation when it came to this. For the last few women she had slept with, Jennie had to fake her orgasms and throw the condoms away before they could check if she truly had finished because she grew soft before she was able to finish. It was draining her and the frustrations only grew more, she had reached her peak, and the anger was boiling out of the lid that would blow up.

"Let go of me or they will get to know about this too."

"I told you something and you say that you fucking understand unless you want your career dead!" Jennie's voice boomed through the suite as her grip tightened on the woman's wrist. That anger came without any control, the control she didn't have, but it controlled her life, she was a slave to her anger. 

It happened right away as she slapped Jennie because the grip was numbing on her wrist, but Jennie's excuse was that she was already angry. The woman had already angered her and was only pushing more of her buttons. It was all her fault and not Jennie's when she barely flinched from the slap and used her strength when her knuckles itched before colliding with the model's face. It was out of her control in the end and it would have never happened if people listened right away. 

Jennie maybe wasn't the biggest person, but she surely did work out and did practise boxing simply for her safety as it was recommended by her team. She could never know who would show up, but it also ended with other people hurt as the force was enough to make the younger woman drop to the floor. Jennie felt her heart pick up in rate like it always would in these situations where she seemingly had no control as the sobs filled the room. It never seemed to stop her though. It only fueled her because of the sense of power she got from it, those bad feelings got replaced with power, dominance, killing whatever challenge the woman tried to put up by even looking her in the eye when she was angry.

It was a curse, but it had been there so long that it felt like a reward.

"Get the fuck out before I break more than your nose and remember that no one would ever believe you over me unless you want legal trouble for defamation of character." She spat out, flailing her hand the slightest that she had used. In the end, Jennie had all the money and Jennie was known as someone with a pure and sweet soul that helped everything and everyone around her. From donations to charities to everything else in between. 

No one would believe the girl below her whose nose was bleeding as she looked up at her terrified. It wasn't the first time she got that look. The look let her know that she wasn't the prey and it made her feel safe in her skin, it washed away the embarrassment and humiliation because the woman was scared of her.

"Are you deaf? Get the fuck out, good for nothing whore!" She snarled and watched how the crying girl got up from the floor, grabbing the rest of her stuff to hurry out. Jennie huffed and turned back to the bed with her pants resting at her hips and reached for her phone. She could hear the door slam closed as she opened the phone and looked through her contacts, unsure of who to contact, and what to prioritise. She was frustrated and slumped down onto the bed, sitting at the edge, it was just another lonely night.

Her fingers stumbled upon the name that was stuck to her like glue because she was stupid enough to let it happen. Jennie bit her lower lip and opened the messages she had with the vixen as she knew that she didn't answer phone calls after all the calls she dialled only to not be answered. These were lengths Jennie had never gone to and it was annoying her yet she kept going as she texted the girl.

1:01 AM Are you busy???

She exhaled deeply, waiting for an answer as she just stared ahead of herself, drowning in empty thoughts because she didn't want to think about what happened. The empty thought came to thoughts of wanting to conclude her problems, but she shut every one of them down because she was too rich and powerful to have these problems. She didn't believe in these things so they could never become real problems. The buzz of her phone that was resting on her thigh got her out of it though and she picked it back up.

1:07 AM Studying With Lisa The fuck do you want?

1:08 AM Nudes would suffice, or at least some kind of pictures to jerk off to

In the end, Jennie still felt sexually frustrated, it made the anger go away most of the time and she wouldn't be able to sleep unless she would at least cum in her hand or in the shower.  Or maybe both depending on how many pictures she gets–

1:11 AM Have you heard of pornhub, onlyfans or even paying someone to come and suck you off?

1:11 AM Not the same, it's late and I am too busy

1:12 AM You can scroll up then

1:13 AM I want new ones, in red or black lingerie

1:15 AM The fuck do I look like to you? Not a wishing well I hope you slot machine-built bitch

1:15 AM Usually you remind me of a cumslut the way you get covered in it. The fuck do you mean by slot machine?

Jennie groaned as Y/n was working on her nerves and all she wanted was to wank her prick and then go to sleep. She could use her imagination or replay what they had done, but it wouldn't work when her mind was preoccupied with anger and then sex.

1:20 AM You shit money and spurt cum like a slot machine It's all you are good for, pathetic loser :PhotoAttachment1 :PhotoAttachment2 :VideoAttachment3 Here, this is all you get for being so demanding Go kill yourself after instead of texting me again<33

She truly had no clue why she was putting up with the attitude of the mean girl. With most women, she would show them their place and not have them disrespect her or she would kick them to the curb. Maybe it was because she couldn't afford to throw away someone who worked like Viagra on her dick. Or maybe because Y/n didn't seem tameable after the few times Jennie snapped only for the girl to snap right back. It was a challenge and Jennie always won them, this one has been taking longer to win though.

Jennie opened the pictures of the girl in lacy lingerie and she knew that it was just because she had asked for specific ones that Y/n sent her in white and navy blue. It didn't matter as she looked at them while she pushed herself up the bed and leaned back against the headboard. She pulled her pants lower together with her boxers. Her hand blindly reached to the side where the bottle of lube was standing just for these moments. She licked her lips, opening the video of the girl feeling herself with music playing in the background in nothing but white lingerie, her body slim, perfect small tits, long legs, tiny waist, and a body so perfect Jennie couldn't get enough as her hand was already stroking around her growing cock.

Her mind forgot about what happened as it never really mattered since she was invincible to these things damaging her. Instead thinking about how Y/n would work her hands on her thick length and let her release on her face and chest. Her mind was occupied with the girl, never did she think about a specific woman during her days, but now it was happening more often and it was always the same face.

[Present]

Jennie's cock was hard and leaking with salty precum once again, unable to keep it down when she was with Y/n. The younger girl was right beneath her with her clothes on the floor as Jennie continued to kiss her. The cock rested heavily on Y/n's thigh while Jennie's fingers ran through her folds, coating them in stickiness as her thumb found the swollen clit where she had gathered the wetness. Y/n hummed into Jennie's mouth when she reached two fingers down before she with ease slid them inside to get the girl ready for the cock as the stretch got painful at times from how tight she was.

"Fuck," Y/n breathed out as she pulled away from Jennie's lips, the woman slowly doing scissoring motions while rubbing at her g-spot, her thumb still working her clit.

"Tell me how good it feels when I touch you."

"So fucking good, Jennie–" She whined as her hips bucked into Jennie, a moan getting caught in her throat. She pressed harder on her clit, rubbing in just the right motion while stretching the girl with her fingers that continued to spread the tight and squelching hole. Her hips slightly bucked, rubbing herself against the smooth thigh, having a hard time holding back. She kissed down, Y/n tilting her head as she nipped at her skin, knowing that the girl would kill her naked in bed if she left a hickey. Last time she got thrown out with barely any clothes on for trying.

"Who else can make you feel this good? Who else can make you such a desperate whore, Y/n?" The girl under her whined, back arching off the bed as she wrapped her arms tighter around Jennie's back for some grip. It was quite the opposite as the younger girl would leave Jennie with bite and scratch marks that were bleeding at times. Their chests pressed together, and Jennie could feel the cold barbells pressing against her from the pierced nipples.

"No one, God— no one, I'm only a whore for you." Jennie hummed at the stinging of nails pushing into her shoulder blades as Y/n's thighs quivered and her breathing picked up. It was a sort of control that Jennie loved, she loved having this control over Y/n because she depended on her to get a good release. 

She depended on her because no one had been able to fuck her right, not even the boyfriend who wasn't even hovering near her mind. All she could think about was the way Jennie pumped her fingers inside her, the way she rubbed at her walls, slowly stretching her to make sure her thick member would fit. Her thumb played with her clit and it was making her whole body tingle as she was nearing her orgasm. Her walls continued to clench as she whimpered and moaned for more. She had fallen for the wrong kind of thing, she had fallen for pleasure and it was all she wanted, it was all that mattered.

"You're so good, knowing what you are for me...A whore for me to empty into." At least she wished the girl would let her fill her hole with cum until it was leaking. To fuck it all right into her womb and leave her crying for more like she had done times before. Y/n let out another moan, her voice going up in pitch and making Jennie's dick twitch at the erotic sound. Her walls clasped around Jennie's two fingers and the heat washed over her body, her breathing coming to a stop for a few seconds as nails dug further into the skin from how she tensed up.

She looked at her, her head thrown back with her chest pressing against Jennie's. Her lips started to trail kisses along her jaw as she continued to work on her clit. "This is what you need, someone to fuck you right," Jennie grumbled, knowing that the guy wasn't able to satisfy Y/n the same way she did. She was the one who made her legs quiver, her back arch, and moans spill if not cries. 

Y/n knew it too and she was risking losing both because of where she was stuck yet she continued to grasp at Jennie with her thighs quivering around the woman. The orgasm hit her hard in waves of pleasure and her vision turned black. Her walls pulsating from the aftershocks caused by the high Jennie was able to take her to by simply touching her right. 

She slumped down, making Jennie slow down her movements as she continued to kiss along her jaw. Y/n lolled her head to the side and caught Jennie's wet lips with hers, tongues lethargically pressing against each other as her fingers now gently brushed over her shoulder blades and down to her back, feeling the muscles flex as Jennie moved. Her fingers pulled out of the snug and pulsating grip of her wet cunt and she rested both forearms on either side of the girl's head. Shuddering as her cock rested against the heat of the girl.

[Four months ago]

Jennie stopped the car outside the apartment complex and tapped her fingers against the wheel. The last time she had been outside of it was a week ago. It wasn't anything she usually did, but she felt like she needed to do some damage control. She felt like she had somewhat taken advantage when she decided to have sex with the girl who was on a high dose of Ecstasy. She didn't need Y/n to think the same and try to press any charges.

It wasn't like she hadn't had sex with anyone under the influence before, but in those instances, they had taken these drugs willingly–Jennie being under the same influence. The vixen got high on accident. Not only that but her number had been blocked by the younger girl. She just wanted to do damage control to see if it was because she had cheated or because of the circumstances the sex had been initiated under. If it was the second she would have to make sure the girl would be quiet by most likely bribing her, threatening if necessary. 

She got out of the car and was shooting in the dark as she had no clue what the girl's last name even was. All she knew was her first name. With the hood up and sunglasses on she walked through the parking lot and towards the door where she had seen Y/n come out of. She was a bit nervous, she couldn't tell how it would go–if she would even find the right door.

It seemed as if luck was on her side when an elderly woman was slowly pushing the door open. Jennie picked up her steps and quickly grabbed the door, pulling it open for her.

"Thank you." She smiled at her and before she could walk out and walk away the billionaire spoke up.

"Wait—uhm you wouldn't happen to know Y/n?"

"Y/n?" The elderly woman questioned as she turned to look at Jennie, holding onto her walker. She quickly nodded her head.

"I go to the same college as her and she only sent me her address, my phone battery is out and I can't ask what door is hers." Jennie reached for her phone and showed the screen that was just turned off, pretending to push the power button on the side. Her lips pursing in feigned despair.

"Third floor under the names Y/l/n and Thomson."

"Thank you, have a good day." Jennie thanked the woman and quickly walked in, letting the door fall closed. She heaved a sigh to see that there was no elevator in the four-story building. With that she started to make her way up the stairwell, her footsteps leaving echoes after them.

She went over what to say in her head, what excuses to use for what happened, and what to offer if the excuses weren't enough. A couple of thousand or a million wouldn't even make a change to her bank account as she earned the money right back in a few minutes. The loud sounds of her sneakers colliding with the stairs stalled as she reached the third floor and huffed, pulling down her hood and pushing her sunglasses up to the top of her head.

She slowly walked along the way, scanning the few doors until her eyes landed on the one with the two last names that were mentioned. It made her stop for a second–she hadn't thought far enough about what she would do if it were the boyfriend who opened. She had no clue what she had told him and the one time she had seen him: she couldn't deny that he was probably four times her size.

It couldn't get that bad though.

Jennie knocked on the door and put her hands in the pockets of her loose jeans as she waited for it to open.

It wasn't opening and she took out her phone to look at the time.

Sunday, 2 p.m.

She reached her hand out and knocked once more to make sure in case it was because she hadn't heard her.

And she did so for a third time.

Finally, she heard some type of noise from the other side and took a step back. Expectantly she waited and the door finally opened to reveal the girl she had slept with last week. It felt almost odd to come face to face with someone she hooked up with. She never really did unless it was some sort of fling she would call over more than once. There was no need to stick to one girl when she could have a new one every day.

It followed with a groan and she scanned the girl whose hair was dripping with water and a towel wrapped around her chest, leaving her overly exposed. Jennie swallowed and with the hand that was still in her pocket adjusted her dick that twitched.

"What the fuck?"

The question flew out of Y/n's mouth, utterly confused about what the older woman was doing outside her door.

Jennie cleared her throat and looked up from the long legs where water was still dripping down. She would pay to lick them up and then continue up–

"I wanted to talk."

"About what?" Y/n's tone was somewhat harsh and it was so for a good reason. The woman whom she had blocked and hoped she would never see again was right in front of her. It didn't feel right. She had spent the past week crying and sleeping on the couch or at Lisa's place all while constantly fighting with her boyfriend because she had no clue what to do with what happened. There was no finish after the start because how did she finish a race like this when she had no clue what the finish line looked like?

"About what happened."

Y/n grumbled and stepped aside as maybe the finish would be talking it through with Jennie. Or maybe she just had to come clean to her boyfriend. Or maybe she was supposed to keep quiet about it for the rest of her life. In the end, it wasn't like her to cheat. She was guilty of harmless flirting with other people, but it was usually for the benefit of a broke college student who got free drinks because she was pretty. She never let anything go further.

Jennie nodded as she stepped inside, using the opportunity to adjust herself a bit better as Y/n's back was turned to her–the lock clicking.

"You have a cat." She pointed out the obvious, for a moment forgetting what she came for as the Russian blue scurried over to them.

"That's Vinci, he's a fucking menace so don't touch him–he only doesn't hate me." Y/n warned as she turned around to see Jennie already crouching down. She stepped around the woman, letting her deal with it as she had already warned her about what the cat was.

"You're being dramatic, look he's coming over to me," Jennie said as the cat rubbed himself on some furniture before heading right over to Jennie. Y/n shrugged and walked into the open living room, she leaned against the backrest of the couch and looked at the woman. It didn't feel right to let her inside the apartment, the home that was hers and Asher's, but she had already invited her to a different place after Jennie invited her to sin. It somewhat irked her that she was so bothered by it. She knew she deserved it, but to see Jennie not mind it at all made her realise that it was her mistake and her mistake only. She couldn't blame Jennie for cheating on her boyfriend.

"I warned you, he's not nice at all."

Jennie reached her hand out and yelped when the cat jumped onto it, biting it with claws digging into her hand, Vinci's back paws kicking at it. The cat tousled with her hand. "Fucking hell!" She exclaimed and pulled him away with her other hand before quickly standing up. It didn't seem to end as he started to attack the sleeves of her pants.

"Get him away." She called for help as she tried to gently push him away to not hurt the cat, but it didn't seem possible, the claws digging into the material of her jeans. Y/n heaved a sigh and pushed herself up as Jennie got backed up into the wall by the cat that was biting on her feet as she tried to get away.

"Come here, my baby." Y/n cooed at the devil of a cat that had left Jennie's hand with scratches, bite marks and some blood streaks. Her feet were in the same condition as her hand. She watched as the girl picked him up, kind of worried that he would do the same to her and leave her exposed clavicles a bloody mess, but all he did was purr and cling to her.

Y/n looked over at Jennie who inspected her hand.

"Told you so." She said. She had told her that the cat wasn't fond of anyone aside from her. Jennie huffed and followed after Y/n who walked back into the living area and let the cat down that ran right to his cat tree, climbing to the top before laying down and staring right at Jennie.

"He has your personality." The brunette commented. He was just as mean as Y/n and the girl was the first one to be a bitch towards her without a care about who Jennie was. She made herself comfortable as she sat down on the couch, the vixen sitting on the other end of it.

"You don't even know me cuckold." Y/n hissed and fixed her towel to make sure that it was secure, feeling the intense gaze of Jennie. Over the years she had grown used to the gazes that could at times make her skin crawl, especially if she was out. The woman's wasn't subtle and Jennie continued to come off as an asshole with the way she stared.

"Know you enough to see that you're quite the bitch and the last thing I am is a cuckold."

"Fine, an unwanted cum stain," Y/n said and clicked her tongue as Jennie was certainly unwanted here and yet she was there. 

Jennie rarely had anyone talking to her that way unless they were her closest friends, but even those were few. Her eyes narrowed, unsure of how to take it from the girl who didn't seem to care for a second about who she was. She leaned back on the couch and rested her arm on the backrest.

"Is that so?" Was all she could say as she was quite speechless after being called an unwanted cum stain for the first time in her life. 

"Yeah, I blocked your number for a reason." Y/n's eyes averted away from Jennie and she looked at the blank screen of the TV. 

That was the exact reason as to why Jennie had come. If the girl hadn't blocked her she would've just asked her through texts and possibly see if she was up for more if the waters were safe. Now it was different as she was at her apartment on a Sunday.

"Which is?"

"Because I don't want to see you again."

Y/n pressed the idea as Jennie was asking a lot of why questions and she didn't need a better reason than simply not wanting to see her.

"Why is that?"

"Cause, there's no good reason to see you again."

The only reason seemed to be if she wanted to cheat again which she wasn't supposed to want. That thrill, that good sex, the thought of being horrible yet still enjoying herself during the moment, she wasn't supposed to want that. There was no good reason for Y/n to see Jennie when it came to Asher. She felt horrible, she felt even worse for enjoying it, and even worse for wanting to experience that adrenaline once again. It was as if she had taken a hit of heroin and grown addicted right away and now the only thing that would be able to suffice her boring life was Jennie with her dick.

It wasn't her fault that her boyfriend was at most decent in bed and even then was all gentle and loving. Scared to hurt her physically because he was so much bigger or say something that would hurt her. They clashed in bed. He was soft and uncomfortable with anything aside from praises and Y/n wanted to at times bang her head against the wall because of it. It was just the sex which didn't matter since she loved him for being the person that he was. Sex was just occasional for them as it wasn't a big part of their relationship. It gave her no right to cheat.

"Not even the sex?" Jennie asked with her eyebrows raised, removing the sunglasses from the top of her head.

"Not even the sex."

She felt somewhat challenged, her big ego about how good she was at pleasuring getting bruised. It made the foundation crack, and her ego extremely fragile because of how big and blown it was. The smallest poke made it blow up and blow away with the wind. That was why she never allowed anyone to try and step on her, or somehow bruise it by putting herself on top right away. Right now she was fighting with Y/n about that spot despite the girl not knowing it, at least she thought she didn't know.

"So it wasn't good?" Jennie continued to ask as she wasn't believing the girl and she also refused to be the only one to think that sex with the girl was quite amazing. She had to think the same.

"Not good enough for me to even remember it." Y/n lied as she could remember every single part of it and the only thing she couldn't remember was anything else from that night.

"You have to remember something. You were high but I hope that wasn't a problem since I asked for your consent."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to accuse you of anything. I was high, but well aware of what was happening even if I was more prone to letting it happen...You should consider not fucking girls high on E 'cause not everyone would let it slide after because of the headspace you get into."

"That was why I came." Jennie knew that it wasn't right to have sex with the girl if she wasn't in the right state of mind. It wasn't the case since it hadn't made her dissociative just like Y/n said that she had been aware. Although ecstasy had made her more clingy and somewhat unaware of how far things were being taken until they had happened since standards lowered and everyone was a friend when ecstasy coursed in the veins. She was worried she would have regretted it differently after and then accused Jennie of things.

"Well, you have your answer," Y/n concluded and was about to stand up, but was stopped.

"Okay, but why did you block me if that wasn't the problem?" That still bothered Jennie because she felt imbecilic for trying to text the girl only to be blocked. It made no sense for her to be blocked in the first place when she usually had to block girls because they thought the sex meant something. Everyone wanted it to mean something because she had money.

"What does it matter to you?"

"Didn't think it would be a one-time thing, especially if we both were drunk and high...Doesn't count in my opinion." Jennie used it as an excuse for her bruised ego. All she wanted to do was have sex one more time and prove how good she was, but then block the girl to bruise hers right back.

Y/n raised her eyebrows at the words and watched as Jennie shifted, her gaze catching her eyes. She blinked, trying to process what she meant by that.

"What?"

Jennie shrugged at that. "I want to have sex with you at least once more...I could pay you if that means that you agree." She casually explained that she wanted to at least have sex once more with the vixen and this time properly to make sure that she would remember it and want more.

The girl on the other side looked more offended than pleased by the offer.

"Okay, first of all, I would never have sex with anyone for money and second, no." Y/n ridiculed the whole thing as bizarre as she couldn't phantom where the older woman had so much confidence to ask something like this. It didn't matter how good-looking someone was, it was a far reach, but maybe girls agreed to her if they were desperate enough. Y/n knew that she wasn't.

"Why not? It's just sex, it's not like I am some musty creep."

"Because I have a boyfriend, it's cheating," Y/n answered as it was cheating, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't do it. She refrained from leaping to the world of selfishness which was lust and desire. It wasn't right at all and she tried her best to not look for valid reasons to go through with it. The internal battle was constant when she knew what she should choose right away. She was supposed to leave Sin City- she wasn't supposed to enter to begin with.

"Doesn't count if he won't find out. Where is he?" Jennie glanced around the empty apartment, finding no reason for the girl to hold back if her man wasn't home and wouldn't find out. It was only cheating if she got caught in her opinion. It was like playing a board game, she only got called out for it if the rest saw, found out, or suspected that she was cheating. The coast was clear and the game could continue without any problems.

"Practice," Y/n mumbled and widened her eyes at the sound of a zipper flying open.

"What're you doing, keep it in your pants, Jennie." She exclaimed as the woman was about to reach into her pants because she thought that it was the green light when the girl answered. She heaved a sigh and rested her fingers under the hem of her boxer briefs, the pants unzipped and her dick slowly growing harder.

"Is it because you don't want to cheat or what?" She asked. Jennie had a past of cheating, but it had never bothered her like it did Y/n so she couldn't grasp it.

Y/n inhaled deeply, her gaze falling on the cat that was now asleep, the apartment silent.

"It's because of the opposite when it shouldn't be." She couldn't help but want it, but she knew that it wasn't right so she couldn't grasp what was wrong with her head. She loved her boyfriend and that meant that she shouldn't even think of it, but she truly didn't love him any less just because she wanted some good sex. It was just sex, it wasn't even what defined their relationship since sex was the last thing on their list. It wasn't like she would stop loving him or he her—as long as he didn't find out–Jennie was nothing but some good dick.

Y/n felt horrible, all those reasonings weren't right, and there was no good enough reason to cheat. She was aware of that. Nothing was ever good enough to go this far. Nothing was excusable. She felt ashamed for enjoying it–

Yet she found herself bent over the couch with Jennie giving her such backshots that her eyes were rolling back when she came and cheating wasn't even a real word or concept. "Oh fuck." Jennie groaned out, pulling out of the girl and jerking herself off before blowing her hot load right on the perfectly slim ridges of her spine.

It didn't count as long as he didn't find out.

[Present]

"You're on birth control, we don't need them," Jennie complained as the younger girl opened the bedside drawer and reached for the condoms she had in there. It was becoming quite an expense because of how they went at it for hours when they could. She didn't use them with her boyfriend but did at times so there would be no questions about why there were condoms at home. Her hands ran over Y/n's body which was straddling her thighs as she sat leaned against the headboard.

"We do." The answer was simple as she deadpanned it.

"What for?" Jennie asked as she cupped her one breast, her fingers tugging at the hard nipple and toying around with the piercing. She leaned in and left a few kisses along the other breast before sucking in the bud into her mouth. She toyed with the nipple, playing with the piercing and grazing her teeth along it as it scraped over her teeth. Sighs left Y/n's mouth as she gripped onto Jennie's head.

"Not just for pregnancy." She breathed out and Jennie pulled away, another frown graced her eyebrows and Y/n handed her the wrapper, but she didn't take it.

"Do you think I carry some kind of STD?" She seriously asked and Y/n shrugged her shoulders at that, not up for humouring Jennie who always acted like she was dead in the brain in Y/n's opinion. At least she knew how to use her other head.

"Didn't say you do, but you never know what might happen. I only have one partner and see you on the side while I have no clue who you sleep with. If I were to catch something, what would I say?" The words left her with ease, cheating being a normal topic and she knew what she was at the back of her head. Y/n tried to ignore it most of the time because she didn't want to face the horrible person that she was.

"I use protection with every girl I meet." She had started to at least as she was done with shoving plan B's down girl's throats. Then she had no other choice since they would be able to tell that she had been faking her orgasms since she grew soft inside if she even got it up which hadn't been possible last time. It was mostly possible when she was wasted drunk, that was when she could get it up and hope for it to stay up. 

"Oh wow, would you look at that, how great that I have stacked up on condoms then," the sarcasm irked Jennie as Y/n opened the packet herself and took out the rubber.

"You don't use them when you suck me off–" Jennie pointed out and her breath shuddered at how Y/n gently started to pull the condom over her dick that was standing proudly (seemingly just for her) like usual. It clicked in her head that it was something more than just protection from pregnancy and STDs because then she would make sure to have a condom on when she would go down on her. "What is it then?" She asked and grabbed hold of Y/n's wrist and hip, stopping the girl from being able to get on top of her. Her grip was tight to make sure she would stay.

"What does it matter to you? You're here to fuck so stop being a freak." Y/n defensively let out as Jennie had gotten oddly close to her and she didn't like it. She didn't like the girl asking her all these questions or even talking to her too much. They were supposed to fuck and then part ways. It had taken an even more wrong turn than cheating somewhere along the way with how their relationship looked like.

She let go of her wrist and grabbed hold of her dick. "I will fuck you." She sneered as she guided her tip to the sopping hole. Y/n's breath hitched as a cry left her lips and not in pleasure when the girl forcefully pushed her down fully on her length. She grasped onto Jennie's shoulders, her heart speeding up at the pain that had shot up through her whole spine. "Jen–" Her words were cut short, getting caught in her throat as Jennie planted her feet down and started to pound into her. Her lip was between her teeth, her eyes trained on their heat, watching how her cock disappeared into the girl whose pussy was grasping her inside.

"Fuck, you fucking cunt." Y/n whined, the pain slowly subsided but it didn't change the fact that Jennie had been way harsher than she was ready for without letting her adjust to the stretch. Her walls were throbbing around the cock that stretched her out in a way that turned into pleasure. The way the curved shaft caressed her g-spot made her stomach tighten, feeling Jennie deep inside her as each thrust filled her to the brim and made her clench to get as much as possible.

"You don't want to take my cum? I will fuck you so good you will be begging for me to knock you up. Fucking whore, acting all superior, I will fuck you into place like the slut that you are." Jennie rambled on, grunting with each thrust as Y/n wrapped her arms around her shoulders, unable to keep up with how sudden it all was. It was safe to say that she was angry and to Y/n that meant being fucked silly. 

"I hate you so much."

"Yet you take my dick like you don't." Jennie groaned, the girl on top of her moaning right by her ear and she reached her hands down to her ass, gripping firmly. She was filling her to the hilt, with each downstroke she thrust up, Y/n's ass slapping against her thighs and her nails digging into the sides of her neck. The girl tried her best to meet the rough thrusts, her thighs tensing up and gasps fell from her lips. 

Jennie had no clue what it was, but she forgot her self-control around the girl. Not only because she was hot, but because she gave her every reason to not have any control over her anger when she liked to treat her like dirt under her shoes. However, Jennie did control it because the girl would most likely be crying from pain right now and not pleasure. She was just giving back the same type of attitude by fucking her like a whore.

Her cock hit the right spots, reaching deep inside her and managing to caress her g-spot the entire time she was pounding into her. Jennie's breaths grew heavy, Y/n's body warm in her hold as she watched the perfect curves of her slim figure. Her eyes fell on the chest, the tits that were perfect to fit in her hands bounced and Jennie leaned in. Her teeth nipped at the skin, sucking the hard nipples into her mouth to play with the piercings and tug on them, it made Y/n moan and gasp right into her ear. The pleasure increased and her clit throbbed while her stomach tensed up.

"Wanna come." Y/n moaned out, wanting nothing more than to orgasm once again.

Jennie pulled away from the chest that was glistening with her spit, the hard buds left red and slightly swollen from how she abused them with her mouth. "Only if I let you." The room filled with the sounds of their skin slapping against each other. Y/n's moans and gasps bounced off the walls just like Jennie's moans and grunts. She could feel the brunette's cock deep in her as her walls clenched with each of the harsh thrusts that made her breathless. Jennie reached her hand behind Y/n's head and gripped her hair, forcing her away and making her look at her as the girl was hiding in her neck.

"You need so much cock to satisfy you that you go behind your boyfriend's back." She reminded her, deciding to trample on the girl because she had been getting on her nerves since she entered the apartment. She groaned, Y/n's nails digging into the sides of her neck as she continued to roll her hips, bouncing up and down on her length yet Jennie had all the control as she continued to piston in and out of her. 

Despite how whiny she felt and needy for an orgasm, her eyes barely staying open, she was getting pissed off by Jennie's words. "Shut the fuck up, you're sounding obsessed again." Y/n too knew how to trample the girl whose cock was rearranging her insides into a mess. The vixen knew that she was cheating, but she didn't want to be reminded of it, she didn't want to think of it. She knew that she had no right because it was a choice, but she still felt ashamed and guilty every single day. It didn't seem to stop her because the second she saw Jennie it was the same all over again.

Jennie stopped, Y/n still moving her hips although not for long when Jennie grabbed hold of her waist. "Fuck–" Y/n winced at the painful grip that would leave bruises. She wanted to be pissed but she had no time when Jennie pushed her onto her back before then forcing her onto her stomach. The girl barely managed to put up a fight from how quickly Jennie handled her.

"You're hurting me, you perverted jagoff." She complained and tried to struggle at the grip that Jennie had on her wrists, pinning them down above her head as she lay pressed into the mattress.

Jennie looked down, pinning both hands with her one. She looked down at the girl whose thighs she was straddling, her cock resting against her ass cheek. Y/n's back arched and the struggling did nothing, but only turned Jennie on more to know that she had all the control. It was tempting to just remove the condom since Y/n wouldn't be able to do anything about it or even notice at first–she refrained because she didn't want to get thrown out. She slowly rubbed her hard-on against her plump ass– "Don't call me obsessed with a fucking wimp."

"Ahh!" Y/n buried her face in the duvet, completely trapped under Jennie whose palm landed right against her ass cheek. It stung, the pain prickling on the skin as she heaved to try and distract herself from the pain. Jennie surely knew how to slap. It was another try to wiggle out from under her to get spared, all she felt was Jennie's cock rubbing against her ass. 

"Stop acting it." She mumbled into the sheets, eyes closed as she panted through her mouth before biting down and whining, eyes shut tightly at how the woman's palm collided with her ass again. 

Jennie gripped the flesh, soothing over the hot skin as she kneaded the girl's ass in her hand. "You think I care about him? If I did, I wouldn't be fucking his girlfriend." Jennie gritted out, the anger bubbling in her chest as her grip tightened on Y/n's wrists who twisted the duvet between her fingers at how numbing it was. She gasped out a breath as the pain was still lingering and Jennie only landed another harsh slap against the same ass cheek and she choked on a cry this time, trying to squirm under the woman. Her back arched and her ass pressed into Jennie at how the pain made her twist before she relaxed when the worst part subsided and all that was left was the pulsating left after.

"Fuck– that's not it," Y/n said with heavy breaths as it wasn't that which she found Jennie looking obsessed over. The vixen snivelled as she blinked away her tears and moved her head, resting her cheek against the mattress as she looked at Jennie over her shoulder. The hand was now caressing the reddening spot. 

She hummed, urging Y/n to say it as she removed her hand from her ass and grabbed the base of her dick that was throbbing as she positioned herself straddling the girl's thighs and pushed her tip between her legs, finding the aching hole. She only pushed her tip in, the younger girl already whimpering as the position made her a much tighter fit. The walls sucked her tip into a chokehold of a grip, making Jennie suck air through her teeth at how good the warm and tight cunt felt.

"You're obsessed with his position, with the fact that he isn't the one on the side but you and that's what you will always be."

Jennie bit down on her tongue, running her palm along the ridges of the slim girl's spine as she lowered herself, propping herself up on her forearms, still holding her hands pinned down with hers. She didn't want the girl to have any control whatsoever, all she wanted for Y/n to be able and use was her mouth. They came face to face and stared each other in the eye, the lust was strong, and it was fueling the whole room. They knew what they were doing and what it meant, what it was supposed to mean at least. 

"Don't act like you don't want me." Her tone was husky and she caught the whimper that was about to leave Y/n's mouth when she pushed herself inside the girl in one fluid motion. Y/n pulled away rather quickly as the moans started to spill when Jennie moved back out before slamming her cock back inside the sweltering heat. Her pelvis collided with Y/n's ass with each deep thrust, keeping it up as she continued to pull out, leaving her tip in and slamming it all back in. The vixen's lighter body getting fucked into the mattress.

"I fucking own you in the bedroom, I own you even when you fuck him because you think about me when you do." Her tone was gruff as she spoke in a hushed tone right into Y/n's ear who shivered at the air that brushed her sensitive ears. She grunted, going rougher and Y/n's moans got louder, unable to keep the sounds back when Jennie was pounding her full length into her tight hole. She clenched around her hard dick even more, it was followed by a muffled whimper from Jennie whose body was almost fully pressed against Y/n's back, their legs tangled together.

Each heaving breath mixing into the sounds, the two lost in their sins as the place they were in was the only place that brought them away from everything else. There was no guilt, no shame, no hesitation, or stress, not in their city of sins because it was just them. The two were addicted to these feelings and each other in ways that were unhealthy. There were no questions asked or anyone to judge. It was what made it possible to get lost in pleasure.

"Fuck, Y/n, fuck, I'm gonna make you cum so hard baby, I will fuck you so good the whole night. You're gonna take me so good like you always do, my favourite slut." Jennie mumbled, her mind getting lost as she kissed the girl's shoulder before licking a long stripe and biting down to pull at the thin skin. Her dick throbbed inside the pulsating walls that were warm and welcoming even if it got painful at times. The girl's cunt clasped around her with each thrust, having her cock in a choke hold as each time made Jennie moan right into her ear.

"You make me feel so good." Y/n let out a choked moan, her hips pushing into Jennie as her body turned into a heat that coursed through every nerve and vein. A sheen of sweat covered their bodies that pressed against each other with their heat conjoined. "Who else fucks your slutty pussy this good, hmm? Who else can get you like this?" She rasped, biting along her shoulder and up to her ear that she pulled at with her lips before kissing. Her hips were ruthless as she kept up the rough thrust that made her pant for air.

"Just you, only you can fuck me this good–your dick is the only dick that can fill me up this good."

Jennie's breathing got deeper and heavier, her heart beating harder as her balls tightened, being close to releasing another load. "Your pussy is so good, my favourite, I just wanna empty my balls into you 'cause you take me so well. You deserve all of my cum, baby." Y/n's moans were falling breathless after Jennie's tip had been abusing her g-spot the whole time. Jennie let go of her wrists. Y/n grasped at the sheets and Jennie moved her hand down and grabbed her hip. She lifted them slightly before letting her hand run down between Y/n's thighs.

"Jennie– Oh, I'm gonna–"

"Show me how good you feel." Jennie urged, her fingers circling the girl's clit in a motion that made her whole body tense. 

She watched the girl whose mouth was agape, eyes barely open and all she could see were the whites when Y/n's body spasmed more into her. The orgasm washed over her hard, black and white filling her vision as high-pitched moans spilled through her plump and wet lips without a pause, making her run out of breath at the end. It made her whole body weak and dizzy, whining at how the fingers were still playing with her clit. 

"I'm so close, I'm gonna cum so much." Jennie groaned out through the deep breaths and Y/n managed to find her words.

"On me. Please, Jennie." She pleaded, wanting Jennie to paint her with her thick and hot cum. It made her hips stutter and her stomach flexed, edging herself because of the request. She didn't waste time as she grabbed the base of her length and pulled out, getting off her thighs.

"Get the fuck up, I'm not gonna hold it for you." She gritted out, helping Y/n with one hand while removing the condom with the other. Her tip was swollen, throbbing and begging for a release, her balls having plenty for the vixen. Y/n got turned onto her back and Jennie stood on her knees beside her, the girl expectantly looking up at her. Eyes falling to the thick cock, a long vein running on the underside, her tip bright red and mushroom-shaped and her balls big and heavy.

Jennie jerked at her dick, staring the girl down, getting more turned on by how submissive she was being, how she had all the control, how she was begging for her. The power that she held over someone like Y/n. She looked at her perky breast, nipples hard and the silver jewellery pierced through them. Her eyes drowned in the perfect body laid out for her, how hot and sexy the girl was until her eyes landed back on her face, those sharp siren-like eyes, dark brown locks, luscious lips, flawless skin, every little feature.

It made Jennie raise her hand to her mouth and bite down on her fist to muffle the whimpers when her balls tightened and the cum started to shoot out of her tip. Her back arched as she bucked her hips into her hand, doing her best to control where it was going, but it seemed impossible at how intense the orgasm was this time compared to when she came in her pants. Her whimpering and moaning muffled and Y/n felt the warm and creamy release splattering onto her skin.

She didn't want the girl mocking her for it once again because she knew how mean Y/n was.

She heaved, breaths shaky as she managed to open her eyes which closed at some point. She did one last stroke and this time the cum just leaked out of her tip, dripping down onto the sheets as her dick started to go limp.

"Fuck, you look hot." She breathed out and Y/n glanced down at her chest which was covered in the fluid and she felt some on her face.

"Give me my phone." Y/n requested, holding her hand out as she lay in the same position, not having the energy to move at the moment. Jennie slumped down and reached over to the nightstand, taking the girl's phone before handing it to her, not realising how she obeyed each request no matter the girl's tone.

"Will you take a picture and send it to me?" She asked with a hopeful tone as she knew that she would be able to get off to the picture every single day for at least a week before asking for a new one. Y/n scoffed at the request.

"No, are you dumb?" She asked and Jennie frowned.

"Why not, you've sent pictures before?"

"Cause I am naked." She had sent the girl pictures, but never any nudes and never showed her face in them aside from a glimpse of her lips. Jennie grumbled to herself, trying to get a mental picture of the masterpieces she created on the girl. Y/n still opened her camera to see where it all was.

"You fucking cunt, you came in my hair." She complained and Jennie groaned when she got kicked in the thigh. Y/n turned her phone off and threw it to the side before she sat up, facing Jennie. She looked over her, the woman almost lying down as she sat leaning against the headboard. A frown and her lips puckered at the treatment. Her dick rested against her thigh and it wouldn't be long until it would be all ready for Y/n to take again. "Don't make that face until you've had cum in your hair." Y/n hissed and sucked air through her teeth.

"Where're you going?" Jennie asked when Y/n got up from the bed.

"Shower."

"I'm coming too–Wait, have you–" Jennie paused and sat up at the edge of the bed, Y/n looked back at the woman who sighed.

"Are you hungry?" Y/n raised her eyebrows at that and shrugged her shoulders. "I guess, I haven't eaten today." She replied. She hadn't had time to eat as her fridge was empty and she didn't have money for takeout or the time to buy any groceries. It was always Asher who did these things since the girl got too busy, but things got in the way after they had another fight and he never managed to buy anything before needing to leave for the weekend. 

She did fight with him, but she fought even more with Jennie who was the side thing. It made little sense, but it stayed.

"Why not?" Jennie asked, wondering how the girl was even standing up as it was close to 8 p.m. and she had some pretty intense sex a second ago. Jennie's legs felt like jelly and she sat at the bed, watching Y/n's naked figure.

"Haven't had time and my fridge is empty and I am too broke to order," Y/n answered while opening the closet door and taking out new sweats and tee. She stopped for a second and remembered the pair of sweats Jennie had forgotten after having spare clothes with her. She reached for the pair of grey sweats she had stuffed behind the rest of her bottoms. "Why do you care so much?" She asked with a sigh and turned back around, closing the door after her.

"I feel like it is a normal thing to care about people." Y/n only hummed and threw the sweats to Jennie before she headed for the door to get to the bathroom. Jennie quickly got up to not get locked out of the bathroom for taking too long once again, taking her phone and shirt with her. "Can I order food then?" She questioned and she usually left right after, but that hadn't been the case with Y/n for the past months. Never did she spare the women a second glance, she viewed them as her sex toys she threw away after using once, but Y/n was a doll she wanted to last a bit longer so she treated her well. 

Whatever treating someone well was in Jennie's world.

"Do whatever you want."

"Well, I mean can I order food for us both?" She rephrased her question for the girl. Following Y/n who walked into the bathroom which was right beside the bedroom from the side where the front door was.

"How long do you plan on staying? Friends are coming tomorrow at around 4," Y/n asked instead.

"I could leave before that? Or do you not want me to stay the night?" She confusedly asked and stepped inside the bathroom that wasn't too big with just a simple glass shower in the corner, a sink with a mirror and the toilet. At this point, she had fucked the girl on probably every surface in the apartment. She closed the door before she tossed the clothes onto the towel rack and Y/n started the shower.

"I was supposed to be studying."

"You can do that."

"Without anyone trying to stuff their dick inside me like a horny teenager." Jennie pursed her lips at that and ran a hand through her slightly tousled hair. She stepped into the shower where Y/n already was, closing the glass door and getting under the steaming water that was pouring down on them. "What if I don't? Or you could study tomorrow or any other day." She tried since she wanted to stay as long as possible since there was no telling when she would get to be with Y/n again. She wanted to get as much sex as possible in case the same problem occurred with another girl again. It could take anything from a day to a week. Jennie's arm would get sore.

"Fine."

"Good, I already ordered the food." She mumbled as she was starving after the sex with the succubus of a girl. Y/n rolled her eyes and Jennie grabbed hold of her hips, turning her around so she would face her. She pulled her closer and captured her wet lips with her own, the girl humming as she parted her lips for Jennie. 

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I Would Give It All Up

Pairing: Faerie Prince!Kita Shinsuke x Wingless Faerie!Reader WC: 2k Genre: fluff, very light angst CW: mentions of reader insecurity

PART EIGHT OF JUMP AND YOU WILL FIND YOUR WINGS AS YOU FALL

Crown Prince Kita Shinsuke seems to be floating on cloud nine. That’s what seems to be the talk of the entire kingdom. Words whispered from one faerie’s lips to another’s ears. Passed around like the hottest gossip. Its incredibly difficult for anyone to not notice how inexplicably happy Shinsuke seems to be.

There’s whispers about how he seems to always be carrying around books now. It’s not that Shinsuke hadn’t been studious before, but he could almost never be seen without a book now. The librarians gossip about his late nights in the hidden shelves, like he’s searching for something, trying to memorize contents of the books he finds.

He is trying to memorize. He tries to fill his minds with new history and topics to tell you, so he may whisper stories to you when he visits your home in the afternoons. He is trying to search for something. He turns over every page in every book he holds. Looking for a way to give you wings of your own. He doesn’t mind that you don’t have wings. But he knows that you do. He knows it’s a wish of yours to be able to fly on your own. So he looks, searches. Day and night.

Crown Prince Kita Shinsuke has requested something unusual. The tailors whisper among each other in hushed tones as they work in their offices. Orders coming down for new clothes for the Crown Prince. His usual orders called for all black clothes. The occasional gold formal wear. Nothing but sleek elegance that was befitting of his title.

The new orders had come down, a request for the stitching. Lavender colored stitches now holding together the black cotton, adorning it with elegant designs sewn into the fabric. The whole kingdom whispers gossip about the usually stoic prince now with a permanent smile fixated on his lips. They try to piece together what’s changed in him. The seriousness fading into gentleness.

The kingdom tries to not stare too hard, too long, or stare at all. But they can’t help it eventually. As the summer fades to autumn, they’re all sure that their eyes are playing tricks on them. Double takes are done as the prince passes.

His once pure white and gray wings have started to shimmer a different color. A thin sheen of purple covering them from base to tip. The whispers get louder, no one can explain the occurrence. No one can recall this happening before, one’s wings changing colors past adolescence.

The only one seemingly unsurprised by this new development is his grandmother. She seems unbothered, looks at them fondly even. Her only explanation coming from stories that were passed to her from her own grandmother. Something that hadn’t been seen in generations. A sign of his love, his affections for his hidden girl.

He spends his afternoons, sneaking away from his duties early to find you. He adores how you look when he visits your home, the way your cheeks heat up when he always greets you with “how is my beloved today?” He isn’t entirely sure when he started it, but he had quickly adorned you with the title of ‘my beloved’ and you’d since had no complaints.

He finds himself smiling more whenever he’s with you in your home. The crystals that hang from your ceiling refracting the sunlight in rainbows across your form as you dance around the space. Even when he isn’t with you, your laughter rings in his ears, memories of how you pull him to spin with you.

He knows he’s in love.

He does the chores of your house, hushing you when you try to get up to help him. He always laughs, ushering you back to your seat. “I know ya can do it, beloved. Ya shouldn’t have ta.” Kisses pressed to your cheeks as he insists. “Shouldn’t need t’lift a pretty finger.” He always laughs when he says it, but he means it truly. Never wants you to live without his offered assistance again.

He’s there as much as possible. But he can’t always be. When his duties force him to be elsewhere, he sends the fox spirits to watch over you. It’s where he finds you today. On another adventure that they’ve taken you on, accompanying you into the edges of the forest.

He hears your laugh before he spots you, and even then he hands back for a few moments. Your hands are tangled in the fur of one of the foxes, your front pressed against its back as it races against its companion. Your hair is caught in the wind, getting in your face but your smile is as large as ever, your eyes squeezed shut.

He imagines that he would do anything to be able to have you be this happy always. To keep the smile on your face just like that. To keep your laughter.

His wings take him towards you before he’s consented to the motion, pulling him forward until he’s flying next to you.

“Havin’ fun out here?”

You’re still laughing when you open your eyes to look at him. “Shin!” You giggle around his name and tug softly at the fur of your fox spirit, feeling it slow down under you. The second it fully stops you’re flinging your arms around Shinsuke’s neck with a smile. “You’ll have to race with us next time!”

He smiles at you fondly, fingers picking a twig out of your hair with a laugh. “Yes. Next time I will.” He chuckles and helps you gain your balance on the ground below you, lowering himself and letting his wings drop. He’s gotten used to the walking by now. Happy to stroll leisurely alongside you. “Would ya allow me to show ya something?”

You eagerly nod when he outstretches his hand, following his guide further into the forest. Parts you never dared to wander into on your own. It was within the boundaries of the kingdom, out of your touch. It’s idle chatter as the two of you walk. Vague conversation about what he did today. Rambling about the adventure the foxes had taken you on.

You pause every now and then, small gasps of wonder when some trinket along the forest floor. He pauses patiently with you whenever you do, gathering loose twigs as you walk. You barely notice as you tuck your trinkets into your satchel. It’s not until he’s placing his makeshift crown atop your head that you even notice that he’s been twisting the twigs into its shape as you move along.

“A crown for my beloved.” He whispers as he adjusts it on your head. You giggle and brush your fingers along it as he tucks leaves and berries into the accessory. It’s lost on you it’s true meaning. His imagination of placing a real crown on your head gets lost in the wind that carries both of your laughter away when you twirl between the spots of sunlight that split the shade of the trees.

His fingers dutifully cover your eyes as you both near his surprise spot, your giggles filling his ears as you trust him to guide your steps. “Okay ready?” When the light filters back into your sight you nearly gasp at where he’s brought you.

“What is this place!?” You rush forwards easily, giddily touching ceramic mushrooms just bigger than you. There’s small sparkly trinkets creating pathways between them and your fingers rush to inspect them.

“There’s a village,” he explains softly, content to watch you jump between different areas, amazed, “a human village not too far from this edge of the forest.” You look back expectantly, only to find him right next to you. He opens your fingers, having just closed over a small jewel, and takes your treasure, tucking it gently into your makeshift headpiece. “Their children come here often, leaving offerings for us.”

Your face seems to glow, having never had this experience before. He lets you take it in. Helps you adorn your headpiece with the jewels you find, sticking them together with small bits of tree sap.

You’re still giddy by the time that he leads you back out of the forest, back to what you’ve both claimed as your own meadow now. You’re sighing in content as the two of you settle into the grass among the flowers in the late light of the day. You’re happy. You both are. You didn’t mean to let the words slip when they did.

“I wish I could fly with you, Shin.” Shinsuke’s fingers pausing mid-trace on your skin makes you realize that you’d said it out loud. “I’m sorry. I just-”

He shakes his head and pulls you into a seated position in front of him, facing away. “Sit here my beloved,” he mumbles and presses kisses to the tops of your shoulders. “I’ll give you wings right now.”

Your head is tilted, confused, but you trust him. You let him be, only gasping slightly when you feel a cool liquid against your back. You learn the feeling to be paint. Shinsuke is diligent with his work. Quiet as he traces the pattern onto your back. Outlines of wings that fold against your skin, the open back of your dress allowing him access to paint them folded to the front of your torso, to wrap them onto the tops of your shoulders, folding over your collarbones.

You can see the tips of them painted in metallic gold and you wish them real. Staring at them like they would fold off your skin and take you flying with Shinsuke. You can’t see your own back, the pattern he traces onto your skin with the paint, a pattern that matches his own. You can’t see the way the light filtering through his wings onto your back makes him imagine your wings matching his in color too.

You’re as quiet as he it through the process, letting him work. It’s only when he’s paused for longer than a minute that you realized he’s finally finished. You wonder to him aloud, “are they pretty Shinsuke?”

He sighs slightly, leaning to press his lips to where the base of them would be. “My beloved, everything about you is beautiful.” His fingers trace the outline of one, sending shivers down your spine as his lips press kisses to the outline of the other. “Your wings would be beautiful,” he admits, “but you’re perfect without them.” Your lips tremble as you breathe quietly, eyes fluttering under his touches. “You’re gorgeous as you are. Every freckle, every singlle thing you call a blemish, every dip in your skin. Wings or no wings.”

“Do you mean it, Shin?” Your whisper is breathless as you turn to face him when his kisses reach the tip of your shoulder. He’s quick to catch your lips in a kiss. Its soft, consuming as his arms pull you against him.

“My beloved, I would give it all up for you.” The full weight of his words is lost on you. The implications that he would leave behind his crown, his title, his kingdom all for you. The things you had no idea he had. You only knew the smallest basis he admitted to. He would give up his flight for you. “Come here.” He’s gentle as he pulls you back down to lay in the grass, the setting sun making the gold on your back glitter as you both lay on your stomachs. “Would ya like to touch them?”

He asks the question casually, as you lie in your meadow. The intimacy of it not completely lost on you as your fingers brush against his wings gently. They flutter under your unsure touch and you notice how content his face seems to get, eyes falling shut as he basks in the way your fingers run along the edge of his wings.

He would be yours the second you asked. He knows it. He’d give all of it up for you.

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★  𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒. + 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. when you tease Jack just a little bit too much before the Scream VI movie premiere, making it difficult for him to stay grounded in the theater, especially with your lingering hands.

─── ☆ notes. hopping on the Jack Champion train even though I hated his character Ethan Landry lmao, but @evethestargirl’s work has raised me from the dead. I think I scrolled through their entire x reader tag AND YOU SHOULD TOO! | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni | actor!reader | needy!jack | porn with barely any plot | established relationship | making out | movie theater sex | public sex | exhibitionism | grinding | overstimulation | handjob | i hated the new scream movie lmao

It had been the Scream VI movie screening, the room packed with casting crew and lucky chosen fans littered throughout the Los Angeles movie theater, the movie you had starred in alongside your boyfriend Jack. 

Having the privilege to cram in the front once the lights had dimmed, the very touchy and needy Jack could keep his hands off of you, your armrest folded up so his arm could drape comfortably over your shoulder and hold you close. 

"Try not to get too handsy in front of our coworkers, honey." You whisper into his ear, watching him squirm in his seat in your peripheral vision.

He was a great actor, amazing even for being able to cover up the massive fact that he was close to breaking a sweat in his tight black and red suit from how worked up he was from having to interrupt the very heated makeout season you had teased him with the minute you had to leave.

It had been like modern day torture having to stride through a crowd of fans and familiar faces, taking pictures, and signing autographs at the entrance as if he wasn’t sporting a massive boner. 

Jack prayed to whoever was watching above that he wouldn't see his name trending on Twitter with the discourse of his massive bulge being the main topic for the night. "I know, I know," he shuddered, curling closer into your side.

There was no point in paying attention to the trailers that lit up the massive screen when a much more entertaining performance was being shown right beside you.

You caught Jack nervously covering his erection with the large bucket of popcorn he had bought to cover up the fact that he was trying to relieve some of his tension with the pick up of his breathing and his lashes fluttering, his eyes struggling to focus on what was being shown on screen.

"Are you doing okay over there?" You asked, watching as his eyebrows frowned and his lips pressed together. Once his alluring, blown dark pupils met yours, the environment around you two had shifted into something dangerous.

He didn't even have to answer you, already telling you from the clear of his throat and his slight panting that the bucket of popcorn was his greatest enemy, pressing almost too perfectly against his dick. 

"I’m fine." was all that he could manage through his uncombable fake gummy smile that had fallen quite quickly after his words had departed, seeking out outside comfort with his other hand moving to the plush of your thigh and giving you a knowing squeeze. 

"You sure?" You were teasing him again, smirking at the bob of his Adam's apple as your breath fanned against the sole of his ear.

Speaking in a lower tone than necessary, it was clear what side of the battle you were on, and it certainly was not his.

Unleashing your most hard hitting attack with the slight grope of your hand on his thigh, replacing the weight from the popcorn with your own fingers, to any curious lurking eyes, it would have looked like you had been resting in the bucket. 

It was all a front that allowed your fingers to go under the front buttons of his pants. Jack let out a long exhale through his nose with his neck slumped back at the small moment of mercy.

The hiss from your palm grabbing him straightforward by the hilt was covered up by a fake slight cough, his hand covering his mouth now to cover the small noises that threatened to slip from his lips as your touch did nothing but make him tenser as his muscles clenched over this suddenly entrapped feeling fabric of his fancy clothes. 

You weren't as helpful as he’d thought you would be, the sloppy work of your wrist stroking him and loose hold around his length had him taking matters into his own hands.

Jack reached down and wrapped his hand over yours, guiding your continued strokes up and down to hold him just tight enough to make him work up enough to start pathetically trembling around your fingertips.

The fiction was starting to become deadly, and the much needed handjob seemed to be making him more worked up, knowing what a risky place he had chosen to have his dick out. Only the popcorn bucket in his lap rustling covered the lewd, slick sound of your hands picking up pace.

His breathing became more labored, and his body heat was starting to turn him into a personal heater as he struggled to muffle his reactions with every grace of his sensitive veins that you would purposely make pulse with a gentle brush or squeeze, sending shivering white sparks of pleasure to surge through his worked nerves. 

You heard Jack release with a shaking, trembling breath, his panting slowly subsiding as the warmth of his mess coated your hand, and you had not let go of your pace, drawing a genuine, sensitive gasping reaction from him as you continued to push him over the peak he had already dropped from.

"One more for good luck?" You smirked, finding your own enjoyment in watching your boyfriend struggle to keep his score, knowing that he would have to struggle for the rest of the entire movie with you teasing him.

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Beach

Genre: fluff, collegestudent!Hunter, collegestudent!reader(GN), ft. Collegestudents!xikers

Contains: cuddling, just Hunter and reader being cuties

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Today you and your 10 best friends decided to head to the beach to unwind from all the stress college had been giving you.

As you all arrived you started setting towels on the sand and organizing your things. Almost everyone went to the sea, but you didn't really feel like it so you just sat on a towel looking over your friends.

"You're not going?" Asked a sweet voice behind you.

"No, I'd rather just sit here resting, you know?" You answered looking up at Hunter.

"Ah, are you that worn out from college?" Hunter asked while he sat down on a towel next to you.

"Well, yes but I just want to rest here and look at you guys having fun, so you can go to them if you want! I'll be fine I promise!"

"And leave you here alone with your thoughts? No way, I'm staying with you!" He said while giving you a sweet smile and sitting closer to you.

"Alright if you insist." You said smiling back at him.

He then tried to get you to talk about what was on your mind and eventually you told him.

"It's just that I feel like everyone is doing so well in their classes and I'm barely passing, it really makes me wonder if I made the right choice? But it's stupid i guess."

"It really isn't, I guarantee you! And about everyone seeming like they have it together, they don't! As much as everyone likes their major there are always problems. Take me for example, I love my classes, but am I acing them? Absolutely not, I am also barely passing, but am I trying my best? Yes, and so are you! You put so much effort in everything you do and I promise it's going to pay off!" Hunter said as he gave you a soft smile and opened his arms to engulf you in a hug.

"You always know what to say and how to say it! Thank you for making me feel comfortable." You said as you let him squeeze you a little bit tighter.

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As the afternoon progressed you and Hunter kept talking about your troubles and various random topics.

At one point you guys were just joking around and Hunter put his arm around your shoulder making your face heat up slightly.

And he didn't stop being touchy there, eventually he put his head in your chest, layed down there and kept talking to you as if nothing happened. Although you were finding it difficult to concentrate you tried your best to act as normal as you could.

You were so in your own bubble that you forgot the guys were in the beach with you, only noticing them when they got back from the sea.

"See guys I told you it was them, not some random couple!" You heard Seeun exclaim as all of them got closer to you and Hunter.

"You got us confused, we thought you were a couple, we almost didn't come here!" Minjae said flailing his arms around.

"Hey don't exagerate" Hunter said with a teasing smirk in his face.

"Oh Y/n is enjoying this!" Junmin said letting out a squeal.

"I litterally said nothing" you answered looking at your lap.

"Don't tease them, instead let's eat I'm tired and hungry." Junghoon said as he gritted his teeth while looking at Hyunwoo.

"What did I do?" Hyunwoo asked.

"Well you didn't exatcly warn me you were going to get up on my shoulders and refuse to get off for almost TWO HOURS?"

The two boys kept bickering while the rest joined and got your stuff so you could go eat dinner.

"Hey, are you alright? You haven't said much since they came back." Hunter said putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah I'm just sleepy and hungry."

"Are you sure?" He said looking at you with those puppy eyes of him.

"Yeah I'm sure" you said giving him a weak smile.

"Let's get going then" he said offering his hand which you gladly took.

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You got to the restaurant you guys were having dinner at and sat down next to Hunter who was still holding and caressing your hand.

During dinner you kept thinking about the many things Hunter made you feel today with some of them being butterflies in your stomach and a nice warmth in your chest you hadn't felt for the boy before.

Sure you thought he was beautiful but that was it, you didn't think of him in a romantic way...until now.

You snapped out of your thought when the boys started getting up and then you got up too.

"I'll take you home." Hunter said quietly to you as he started to walk with you before the other boys could get ahold of you.

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During the walk you were able to loosen up a bit more and you came to the conclusion that you couldn't ruin what you had with Hunter so you had to keep your feelings to yourself.

"Well we're here!" You said smiling at Hunter but not quite knowing how to say goodbye eventhough you had been friends for years.

"Good night!" Hunter said as put his arms around your waist and hugged you tight.

Your mind went completely blank but your arms seemed to have a mind of their own because they naturally wrapped around Hunter's neck.

You two stayed in the hug for some time with Hunter pulling you closer every minute or so and softly swaying you around.

"Ayo is that Hunter and Y/n?" You heard Sumin ask loudly.

Right he lives in front of you, and of course the others just had to bring him home.

You both broke the hug and all of them started to walk towards you both.

"So are you guys a thing or?" Yujun asked with a smile on his face.

"Yeah we want all of the details!" Jinsik said with a mischievious look on his face.

"And you didn't even tell us?" Yechan said faking being hurt.

"We're not dating ... yet" Hunter whispered the last word but you all heard it.

"Wha-"

"Oh would you look at the time? I have to get my beauty sleep! Let's go guys!!" Hunter said in a rush as he pushed the guys in front of him and when they were somewhat far he came running to you.

"Tomorrow meet me at the beach at 3 pm please!" He said as bumped his nose with yours softly.

"HUNTER COME ON!" Minjae yelled.

"COMING! Goodnight y/n" he said as he kissed your lips softly for some time.

When he pulled away he gave you a dazed smile and bumped his nose with yours "we'll have more time tomorrow."

"I'm looking forward to tomorrow!" You said while smiling.

"Me t-"

"HUNTER I SWEAR TO GOD!"

"Alright I really have to go! Bye cutie!" He pecked your lips and bolted to meet the guys before Minjae could scold him again.

Boy you couldn't wait for tomorrow!

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kitchen swingman anon once again here to bitch about J2. J1 thankfully seems to be leaving soon and doesn’t otherwise play into this story so i will simply refer to him as J here.

in the sort of venue hub where i work there’s a couple places outside of the restaurant i work for that have concessions stands, but don’t have their own onsite kitchen. pretty much since i started working here i’ve been handling one of them by preparing hot foods on their time rather than my site’s, which just amounts to two pots of soup and some assorted hand pies and delivery from kitchen to concessions. not difficult to do. i have a system and a set of specific tools i’m supposed to use to keep it consistent. i’ve gotten it down to a science.

i’ve been trying to get my tools re-separated from the general kitchen tools because the line has been using the nice bain-marie pans for the concessions to cook in/hold sauce for dinner service, and what used to be nice and shiny and polished and clean-looking has gotten kind of charred because they put it right on the burner and crank up the flame and let it boil dry or don’t stir it enough. it’s not unfixable but it is annoying. i finally got a couple of them separated out and put aside with the rest of my concessions supplies, and explained to the chef that i’d be doing so, which he approved. so the soup supplies are already put aside and ready to grab for use in the section of the kitchen where i always do this specific prep.

chef sends me on a long break today (nearly two hours) because i’ve done all the other prep i need and i don’t need to do much of anything else until i’m on the other clock for concessions, says he’ll make sure the soups are ready and to just come back to bake off the pies. so i’m like, cool, can do, and go get a nice lunch.

i get back to the kitchen and J has apparently been tending the soups. so i thank him, and i start to arrange the bain-marie pans that i already have set aside, which are clean, and ready to use, and simply need to have the finished soup poured into them. i specify this because this man turns to me and says “bruh, i’ve got some getting washed”

and i start to say my piece and he cuts me off to protest that i “don’t need to do all that” and start arguing with me like i don’t know how to do my fucking job so i just snap at him that “I’m supposed to use these for the concessions, that’s why i set them over here this morning, so i don’t have to hunt for them or wait for them to be washed.” and instead of apologizing because he didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about he acts like he wants to drop the topic because i’m the one being unreasonable for wanting to do things correctly, i guess.

on top of that he didn’t even cook the soups right. it’s a frozen concentrate that gets diluted in water. when i went to transfer from the cook pots to the bain-marie pans there was still a solid chunk of soup concentrate in both, meaning that it hadn’t been allowed to cook hot enough for long enough or hadn’t been stirred to allow the heat and liquid to work away at the ice a little more effectively. it was barely even to temp and had already been lowered to a simmer by the time i got back. fantastic!

i didn’t have the time or patience to say anything about it, because i needed to get everything transferred before concessions opened and we started dinner service, so i just ladled out what liquid i was able to and packed up the leftover because they made too fucking much of both. it takes two blocks to fill one bain-marie pot and if J was the one to prep it he almost certainly did that on top of whatever might have been saved to reuse from yesterday.

this is all on top of him blasting his music so loudly over bluetooth speaker that nobody can communicate even through shouting and i’m left with a migraine by the end of the night. i’m so fucking tired of this guy.

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[floorbe]

Could you do headcanons for how Team Free Will (+ Jack if you write him) would be in a relationship? SFW or NSFW :)

hell yeah!!!

~

Dean Winchester

-You’re gonna need to be very patient in order to scratch past the flirty exterior

-Once you make it past that flirting wall, you’ll hit the defensive wall where he gets cold. Put him in his place. That second wall won’t last long, especially if you hunt with him and the team

-He cares about you, and he constantly is debating between seizing the moment and pushing you away because he knows he’ll die, and probably soon

-Once you’re finally comfortable in a relationship, he’s right back to suave mode. He loooves seeing you flustered

-Arm around the waist? Check. Arm around the back of your chair? Check. Winks when no one is looking? Check.

-Late night vulnerable talks are a common occurrence. Once Dean is comfortable with you, it takes less prying to get him to open up

-It’ll still take prying, don’t get me wrong, but it’ll get easier

-He’s showy as, well, a show. He prefers more intimate affections in private, but he’ll do it in public if he knows it’ll get a reaction he wants. He’ll always back down the tension with a smolder

-Long, tight, warm hugs whenever one of you is back from danger

-Kisses on the forehead when leaving for a hunt

-He’s so protective, it’s sweet. It makes you swoon when he glares at someone being rude or flirting with you, but you may need to pull him back and remind him you’re capable of handling yourself

Sam Winchester

-After all of his romances, it takes him a while to open up again romantically

-He’s aware of his feelings, but his fear will hold him back for a long while

-You’ll have to be patient. He cares about you so, so much, but he needs to realize it’s okay to cross that line again. It may need a serious sit down talk

-Once you’re in the relationship, he’s not too big on PDA, but he’s not against showing you small gestures

-He likes lowkey holding hands, kissing your forehead, a hand on the small of your back while you’re walking

-He thinks it’s adorable to see you flustered, but he won’t try to fluster you in public too often. Alone is a different story

-In private, he may not initiate too often, but you can tell just how much he cares by how long and encompassing his hugs are

-Long kisses in the night before you fall asleep

-He’s easier to get to open up than Dean for most topics, but some topics will take longer for him to talk about

-He knows you’re capable of yourself, but he can’t help how protective he gets sometimes. With his previous partners, can you blame him?

Castiel

-He understands romantic relationships on an objective level human-wise, until after he becomes human. Then he gets it

-He can definitely conclude that he has feelings for you. How to go about them? That’s a more difficult one

-He probably won’t tell you for a while just because he knows he lives far longer than you, and he has so many targets on his back (as if you don’t, as well? But he doesn’t want to add any)

-He may just come out and say it bluntly eventually, or it may come out in the heat of the moment after a fight when he realizes just how short life is.

-He’s definitely a bit awkward as he goes through figuring out how relationships work on a personal level. How much affection is too much? Do you like it when he holds you?

-Just talk to him. He’s very open to anything you have to say and isn’t that embarrassed by it at all. He gets a lot more communicative after that

-He finds that he likes hand holding. He’ll kiss your cheek often before hunts or when he leaves, and it comes so casual that you lean in before he even walks over

-His hugs are long and you can feel him melt into you and vice versa. He has no qualms with PDA, but he does know that more intimate acts are saved for private moments

-He’s one that’s easier to get to open up, and will likely open up without much prying at all unless it’s something he wants to keep private for now. He cares about you, he has worries about you, why would he keep them private?

Jack Kline

-Probably won’t exactly figure out what his feelings are too soon

-Someone else will probably point them out before he realizes, oh, maybe that is what this is?

-Once he figures out what he is feeling, he asks for advice on how to go forward. Should he be direct? Flirt? He doesn’t know. He reads, watches movies, asks Dean, and he still does not really know

-He probably tries a few flirting methods that fall flat. Dean will give him a thumbs up as if they worked and then cringe when he turns away

-In the end he’ll probably just sit down and have an honest heart to heart with you about how he feels. You two can navigate this together. You’ve been there for each other thus far, why wouldn’t you be for this, too?

-He opens up pretty easily to you even before you two are together. He trusts you heavily, and to start a relationship with you, that trust only doubles

-He tries the “yawn to arm over your shoulder” trick. You think it’s adorable. He thinks it worked

-He eventually settles on hand holding and finds out he really likes it when you kiss his cheek and vice versa

-He doesn’t have too much of an opinion on PDA, but if you’re against it he won’t initiate

-Long, sweet kisses during private moments after a hug

#dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel x reader #jack kline x reader #supernatural x reader #spn x reader #spn imagines #spn scenarios #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #jack kline #supernatural

[oftenderweapons]

Every Little Tomorrow | KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 2.8k

Genre: angst, fluff, hurt to comfort

Rating: suggested 18+

Synopsis: As they make their way back to each other, and adjust to the changes their lives are going through - and will have to go through - Namjoon and Vixen step into the next chapter of their lives together.

Warnings: There are angsty bits related to self-consciousness due to pregnancy and post-partum body. Extremely serious topics are touched, such as intimacy issues, the husband stitch, medical malpractice, and birth complications. Some side-effects of pregnancy are also mentioned (mostly light topics, such as body temperature, hormonal imbalances, and other blood-flow related issues). If you are sensitive to themes such as "bouncing back" after a pregnancy, and fearing your partner might leave you after your body changes, or that your intimate life might come to a halt after having a child, this fic could feel a bit heavy, though Vixen's worries are met with understanding and tenderness on Namjoon's behalf.

If you have struggled or are struggling with accepting your body after bearing a child/children, or you think that becoming a parent put a strain on your relationship, I want you to know I am close to you and you can come to me to just rant and let it all out. You are not alone, and you are understood. Your feelings are always, always valid. I love you, and I've got you 💜

As usual, I'm leaving you my masterlist linked right here, and the fic's below the cut!

Your index finger ran aimlessly up and down the bridge of Namjoon’s nose. You were propped on your elbow, the comforter rolled up to cover your naked chest. 

He looked so peaceful. 

The last five months had been a nightmare. When you’d decided, together, for you to go off the pill, you hadn’t expected anything, and he hadn’t either. 

You’d just been happy at the prospect of someday, potentially, eventually, starting a family. In the future. 

Neither of you had meant it as a “right now”. It was more of a “if we get pregnant, we’ll arrange”. Even more of a “we’ve stopped not wanting kids”. 

But going from that to actually having them…

You just shook your head and chuckled at the irony of it all. 

Of course you’d got pregnant way before either of you — and your obgyn — had expected. 

And the fact that Namjoon had been working way more than usual, to the point that he sometimes stayed at the studio— well, it had bugged you to the point that when you found out you were pregnant and he forgot about the dinner you had arranged to tell him, you had decided to put him on hold. 

He had managed to bring you home a few days after your escape, mostly because morning sickness and your general wellbeing were putting you at risk. 

The main reason you were convinced was that it wasn’t just one baby you were carrying, but two twins, and with Namjoon’s recurring nightmares you couldn’t afford leaving him alone. 

The two months following your return home were almost as difficult as the two months spent in his absence. 

It was constant fits and starts, with Namjoon’s enthusiasm and your cold feet, your fear, your health continuously wobbly. 

And the cold. You’d never felt so cold, and a few seconds later, you were hot all over. Your body entirely lost its homeostatic function. As if your blood wasn’t enough to keep you heated through the day, and then suddenly it came all bubbling up.

You ran him insane with your kicking off the blankets, then burrowing back in them, then asking for more of them, just to start all over again five minutes later. You went about your day in a t-shirt, with a button down on top, with a sweater on top, and then an extra throw in your bag, just in case the cold got to you. Not to mention the fact that you started storing a blanket even in your office, and your feet, for now only occasionally swollen, were perpetually freezing.

You were scared all of the time, and when you weren’t scared, you were either nauseous or hungry. Sometimes both, which is a seriously ludicrous and unfortunate combination. 

And Namjoon treated you like a vessel made of glass, always considerate, always gentle, to the point that it almost hurt being around him. 

You just wanted him back, the way it used to be, your reckless, relentless lover, and not this museum guard who treated you like a delicate painting — or maybe, the frame of it, because for several weeks it was like you were simply the person carrying his children. Not his wife, not his lover, not his person. 

You spent hours crying in secret, imposter syndrome choking you as you felt pampered and loved just as a means to an end, as a way to love the babies inside you, and not the person that you are. 

It was a slow, heart-shattering agony, until you told him, broken and exhausted, that you couldn’t handle it. 

But now, there you are, his heart strong under the palm of your hand. 

You aren’t cold, mostly because of the thermoregulating blanket he’s got you. But also because of your husband. 

His eyes open, lazy slits shining just a shard of his pupils as he aims his gaze your way. “Was I good enough?” he asks, a lopsided smirk on his face.

You nod. 

After almost a month of therapy, you and Namjoon have found a way to reconnect, and it felt so right. 

After rushed encounters that felt more like hooking up than making love, today had been it. 

Today felt like a milestone. 

Your hand traces his stomach. “You’re always good to me.” 

“Last time I wasn’t.” 

You wait, tracing patterns on his skin, collecting your thoughts. Last time you’d been so passive, almost indifferent, that you’d both given up on having sex in that moment. 

“Last time was complicated. I felt very… Disconnected.” You try to get closer to him but your belly gets in the way. It’s not large yet, but it’s there, foreign, somehow.

Namjoon reads the disappointment in your eyes and rolls you onto your other side, spooning you. “It scared me. We’re already struggling with our words, and when we don’t talk things out we usually— I felt like I was losing you for real.” 

You sniffle. “It’s because I was losing myself, first and foremost. How could I help you hear me when I couldn’t hear myself?” 

Namjoon kisses your nape, the side of your neck, your temple. “But we’re here now. I’m here. I’ve got you.” He pauses. “I’ve got you, on top of all my priorities.” He cups your face, kissing you on the mouth as you both stretch. “Just you. My wife. My companion. And then it’s the kids. But they will always, always come after you, okay? Even if it’s just a millisecond, they come after you, love.” 

You burrow yourself deep into his hold. 

“You know about my parents… They never loved each other like we do. They married, they fell into a polite companionship. Mother had me, and birthing me left permanent marks on her. Father loved her so much he never asked for another child after me, but I guess Mother always blamed herself for not giving him a son. A heir.” 

Namjoon noses at your hair, his fingers tracing the ridges of your collarbones. “I guess you never told me.” 

You shrug. “Having me created a gap between my parents. I don’t want us to be like that.” 

He hums in acknowledgement. “But you said it first. They never loved each other like we do.” 

You turn your head to the side, your hand wrapping around his. “I’m afraid still, at times. We won’t have the time or the energies we had before. I’ll be tired. My body will change, I won’t have as much time as before to take care of myself, and the twins—” You shake your head. “They’ll destroy me, Namjoon.” 

Fear grips him out of the blue. He grips you harder. “I won’t allow them. I don’t care about how your body will change. No ‘bounce back’ bullshit in here. You will have the body of a wondrous woman who grew not one, but two lives inside her. In my personal perspective, that’s an honour. Large one. But I’m here for it all. You want surgery to go back to what you used to be? Fine, I’ll book all the appointments with all the best surgeons. You want to have free weekends without the kids? I’ll arrange. We’ll find babysitters. And I’m their father, it’s not like you’re parenting alone, okay?” 

“What if you don’t like me anymore?” Your voice is weak, fragile. “I mean, I’ll change down there too and—” 

“And what? I won’t enjoy having sex with you?” You can tell he’s stressing by the way he was struggling to hold you. “You think I’m going to love you less? You think I’m going to crave any less the feel of being inside you?” He shakes his head. “I’m speechless.” 

You turn around fully this time. 

“You think I’m a piece of garbage like that?” 

You frown, sadness like a cloak on your linings. “I’m not saying that, I’m just worrying whether we’ll have that same connection, the chemistry that brings us together.”

He cradles your face and kisses your lips. “You have no idea, do you? The effect that you have on me. You’re my ride or die, babylove. You were since the night I almost lost you, when you called it quits. Remember? Before you came to my studio, and I told you that I love you.” Namjoon presses his forehead to yours and it almost hurts. “I bet my everything on you, Vixen. We gotta win this race. And then we’ll keep running, baby.” He breathes in your exhale, the two of you coexisting as an ecosystem of your own. Outside the room, a raging concrete jungle grows, a whole metropolis full of millions of people. But again, that is outside your room. 

Now, here, it’s just Namjoon and you and the twin war drum hearts beating inside your belly. 

“We’ll keep running,” you say, brushing your cheek against Namjoon’s chest like a needy cat. 

“I’ve married you because I know you’re the only woman who I trust running as fast and as hard and as reckless as I do.” His voice cracks, and you try to comfort him more fiercely. “I know that sometimes being by my side is being condemned to run through the most unkempt paths, exploring, never feeling entirely safe, always feeling like I’m giving more attention to the scenery than to my companion. I know it sucks and sometimes I feel guilty for dragging you into this. But if it’s not you, then it’s nobody else, fox. No one else I’d be doing this with.”

Your eyes water, the hormones bringing you to the brink of tears. “Don’t say it like that. I knew what I was getting myself into. You’re not the only one who needs running. You’re not the only one who needs someone who can keep the pace.” You chuckle, even through the lump in your throat, through the tears. “You really think I’d have let anyone else blow me up like a balloon with their ginormous babies?” 

You manage to make Namjoon chuckle with that, which pleases you immensely. 

You even puff your chest in that specific “I’m extremely proud of my win” way.

“I wouldn’t have, sir. I’m doing this because I trust you.” You hold his face and he holds yours, both of you drying the tears the other has shed. “But I swear to god, if I get less sex, less love and less time than before, I will sue you. I will make Kitten draw won after won out of you. Understood?” 

He nods with surety. “But we’d go to therapy first and we would look for a way to solve things. Like we’re doing now.” 

“You think you’re the only ride or die in here?” You click your tongue in disappointment. “Nope. I have every interest in keeping you, so I won’t let go until I can’t hold you anymore. And I have two extra reasons not to let go, now. Two very large, very active and potentially very expensive reasons not to let go.” 

He chuckles. “Good thing money’s not an issue.” 

You arch your eyebrows in surprise. “You think I’m joking? Do you know the cost of a child?! In this economy?! Go figure two of them!”

Namjoon laughs harder and pulls you closer. “Come here, smart mouth. Let me worry about the economy. You just push these two out and make sure you make it out okay.” 

You bite your lip at the comment, knowing how much it costs him to joke on something he had nightmares about. 

“Can I keep them in here for another year or so…? Just to make sure they’re really, really ready.”

Namjoon traces the shell of your ear with his fingertip, his eyes deep and reassuring and meaningful as he scans your face, looking for any trace of fear. “I can’t allow you to hold them hostage. I want to see them. I want to touch their little hands and their tiny feet. You feel them with you everyday, all day long. I wish I could have that too.” 

You comb his hair away from his face, conveying the sweetness you feel for him. “I can lend them to you, if you’d like. Just so I can properly stretch at least for a few hours a day.” 

He tuts and sighs, playfully disappointed by your light-hearted joke. “I’m not kidding. Right now all I think of is that song about swapping places. I wish I could swap with you right now. Just to feel them live inside me. Feel them awaken and stretch and—” 

“Trust me, a lot more unpleasant, a lot less romantic.” 

His giggle caresses the hair at your temple. 

“They nap on your spine. Sometimes they move and suddenly you’re ready to fart so loud you’re gonna wake up the neighbours.”

Namjoon bursts out laughing so explosively that you aren’t even embarrassed about admitting that. You are overpowered by the joy of hearing him so undeniably, unarguably happy. 

“And that’s when you’re not thinking about pushing them out. Do you know how common it is for the perineum to rip?” 

Namjoon stops laughing. “Rip what?” 

“That lovely patch of skin that stretches from the bottom edge of the opening of the vagina to the anus. That can rip.”

Namjoon’s eyes go wide. “Really?”

You nods. “That’s why I’m worried about sex. You rip there and they’ve gotta stitch you up—”

“Stitch you up?” He is visibly shocked.

“Yes, they stitch the skin so it seals back, but it takes weeks to heal. Sometimes they even add an extra stitch. To make it tighter, you know.” 

He blinks and frowns. “What?” 

“It’s called the husband stitch. The entrance gets tighter because they make it smaller. They stitch back together more than what actually ripped.” 

“And people get that? Willingly? I mean, women want that?” 

You shrug. “Sometimes they do. Sometimes they’re not even conscious and it’s the husband making the decision.”

“Do you want that?” Namjoon asks, apprehensive and concerned. 

“I kind of don’t. It’s gonna be a warzone down there for a long time. It feels like it’s a silly thing to do. And tighter means more painful, so— It could just rip again, of course, there’s that too.”

Namjoon hisses, a disgusted look on his face. “Why would one do that…” 

“Pleasure. Wanting to feel ‘new’ again. Going back to before one had kids. The list goes on.” You toy with a lock of his hair, staring at it to avoid making eye contact with him. He still searches for your gaze. 

“And you don’t want that.”

“You’re not the kind of man who lacks in measures. And I’ll try fix my pelvic floor with appropriate exercises. But the thing with the hymen — the skin around the entrance — is that it’s elastic. Of course it won’t bounce back to what it used to be, but I’d rather it be a bit too loose than so tight that every time we have sex I feel like crying.”

Namjoon nods. “I never thought this existed in real life.”

You snicker bitterly. “Oh, it does. And there’s more of it.”

“What’s that called again? The stitch?” 

“Husband stitch.”

“I’ll look that up. It’s insane. And you tell me there are men who willingly tell their partner they want that?” Namjoon seems seriously concerned about the idea. 

“Yes. Some couples agree, others don’t. In some cases it’s the man giving permission to it without consulting his partner. Sometimes it’s the doctor that adds stitches, without anyone requesting them.”

Namjoon stays silent for several seconds before he exhales, collecting his thoughts. “We’ll talk about this with your obgyn. We’ll specify we both don’t want it and we’ll sue for malpractice if that happens.” He seems extremely resolute about his decision. After a while, he adds, “Do you think they’ll agree to belly binding? I read about it the other day and I mean, after carrying two babies I guess you could really benefit from it. Also, since you’re worried about your postpartum, and how much the belly will bother you afterwards, I think binding could be also for aesthetic reasons over the obvious health ones.”

You agree. “We’ll discuss it with the doctor. I really should make a folder with all the information we’re discussing, since twins usually come out early. We really don’t know when they’re gonna come.”

Namjoon pats your head and kisses the crown of it, your growing belly causing your and Namjoon’s body to turn into two very protective parentheses, bracketing the precious treasure the two of you made together.

“I can send an email in the morning. Just to make sure the stitch situation is laid down clearly. And for the binding.”

You nod, eyes fluttering close at his soothing touch. “Do you wanna hear about nipple calluses?” you ramble, half asleep.

“WHAT?!”

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#namjoon x reader #namjoon x vixen #namjoon fluff #namjoon angst #namjoon scenario #namjoon x yn #namjoon hurt to comfort #namjoon fanfic

[the-blind-geisha]

Could you write something about a modern Demi jerking off and fantasizing about his roomate MC? Maybe going into her room and using some…stuff to help

A/N: Oof! Sorry this took me awhile, anon. A lot of stuff came up that made it hard to focus on. Thanks for being patient!

She sometimes worked late. Demiurge at least had that on his side.

It had been difficult for him rooming with a human and trying to pretend he could be normal—just like her.

Having an acute sense of smell was torture at times. While he didn't mind her bathing products, the one thing that would drive me to seclusion from her was when she was in a human form of heat.

It was such an odd topic to ever bring up. So much so, he refused to ever do so... especially since Demiurge had a small crush on her.

That euphoric sensation had arisen anew, making it hard to focus. With her gone, he took it upon himself to sneak into her bedroom just down the hall.

The smell was the strongest on her clothing and in her bed. But there was one thing he could always rely on to assist him in this time of need—the underwear she wore at night. She wore revealing clothing during the summer time. It was practically just undergarments. He couldn't say that bothered him at all.

Making it onto the covers of her bed with a stolen pair of that nightly underwear he saw her in, he laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling.

His metal tail began to swish back and forth as his mind overran with thoughts of her. Bringing the undergarment close to his nose, he inhaled the intoxicating sent to which only encouraged his cock all the more.

Demiurge dug into his pants, pulling out his erection to begin stroking it steadily.

A heavy breath filled the air as he moved the sensitive skin over the head of his manhood till it could no longer do so. The sensation mounted with each intoxicating sniff of her marred clothing.

His mind wandered, envisioning grabbing her and forcing her down on the very bed he was on at that moment. With her request, he had bound her wrists with a single grip as she was bent over for him to enjoy.

She panted, face flushed while looking over her shoulder at him. The look in her eyes said everything—she wanted him to continue. Her legs even spread apart as her fingers curled.

“F-Fuck me... Please, Demiurge...! I want to feel what a demon cock is like...!”

His erection jerked in his grasp as a throaty moan managed to scrape past his lips just imagining such a thing being ordered of him. The devil gripped upon himself tighter as he stroked firmly with the thought of how tight and wet she could be.

He spoke her name again and again, vividly thinking of how loud it would sound with his thighs slamming into hers. The lewd, wet squelching noise that her wet womanhood could make while he thrust within her again and again.

“I wish to take you... so badly...!” he pleaded, gritting his teeth in desperation of the dream to turn into a reality.

He wanted more than anything to have her scent fill the room and make him go wild. Even now, it was like a drug he couldn't be without.

Stroking faster and harder to match the rhythm in his mind, saliva dribbled down the corner of his mouth as he could hear her begging for release. She needed it, wanted it—demanded it. She was so loud in his vision that it was hard for him to even imagine the bed moaning from their actions.

“Come inside of me...! Please...! Fuck...! I can't take it anymore...!” She was resting her face on the covers, her mind obviously in a daze. He wanted to think hard on her about to lose control all because of him.

Demiurge fantasized himself inching closer, whispering near her ear. “As you wish...!”

Just the thought of teasing her in such a way, he couldn't hold back any longer. The pre-release dribbled down his shaft before finally his cock tensed and a far more heavier stream came forth. A strong burst at first before it started to weaken, making his length and his fingers.

#enjoy and ty for being patient lol #demiurge #demiurge x mc #demiurge x reader #nsft #demon x human #overlord #mod answers #anon #demiurge drabble #demiurge snippet #modern!demiurge #modern au

[girlwithwolftatoo]

I think the other anon meant a heated argument or a fight between couples kind of fight if not please can you do one I want to read that🤤🤤

Lunar eclipse brought my inner panda out and we're ready for AWOOGA!

Marc Spector:

*"Look, Marc, I -This is over, okay? Don't talk to me, just leave me alone" you shut the door closed and walk towards your bedroom, your head feels like it's been in a pressure cooker and you just want to rest and forget all the discussion with your man.

*You undress and get ready for a shower, it always helps you to relax and, if you need to, cry a little and clean your face at the moment. And maybe because you were so inmerse in setting the bathroom stuff you didn't hear the key opening the front door of your place.

*At the time you're soaping yourself, a hand slides the shower screen/courtain and before you can do anything, Marc pins you against the tiles. "What are you doing? I said I don't want to see you-!" you shout at him.

*There's thise look in Marc's eyes you can't always tell if its slightly murderous or simply intense. You try to push him back but he grabs your hips and pulls you into a kiss. You struggle, but let's be honest, this man is irresistible, and he knows how to make you weak on the knees.

*Marc has no patience tonight since you made him grow so angry. He fingers you still pressed against the wall, admiring the water pouring on your body. He lifts you and uses one leg to keep you in place while he pounds into you, pulling your hair back to leave your neck and chest exposed so he can have his way with them. You can even hear him growl into your ear, his cock deep buried in you, and you hold onto his shoulders to not fall.

*You still want some revenge, so you scratch his back so rough the water actually makes him hiss when it touches the damaged skin, but you're loving this. You like when he's like that, because you know that, in the end, even in his worst moments, he'll turn back to be the tender lover you know he truly is.

Steven Grant:

*Poor meow meow gets overwhelmed anytime you have the smallest issue, and today you really look angry, but -he didn't meant to bother you, he wanted you to be fine! Steven leaves the place just giving some final words because he can't take this atmosphere anymore: "I just hope that- once you calm down, we can actually talk and... dunno, maybe you can see what I'm trying to say, (Y/N), bye"

*Hey he didn't say "laters gators", OMG he's really angry.

*Either you or him give the first step to conceal. Perhaps you do it at the same time. You slide to the bedroom, carrying a metaphorical pipe of peace in the form of a cup of tea, and you're about to open the door when Steven does the same. "(Y/N)!" "Steven, I-!" "I'm sorry, I didnt-!" "I'm so sorry, I shouldnt-!" "No no please, let me explain -" "No, please, I just..."

*You hug each other and you begin to kiss him on the cheek. He does the same and before you can notice, you're devouring each other's lips. Steven keeps trying to apologize but you don't allow him, that's nothing that matter now, and you end up rolling on the bed.

*It's difficult to tell if Steven's performance is driven either by arousal or guilt, but he's even more passionate than usual tonight. He even tops without you asking him to do it, and gets sure you receive most of the pleasure with all his will and skills. Oh and as a plus, his moans are cuter than ever.

*You can't simply be angry with him forever, specially after the way he fucked you tonight. He's tired and shivering when he lays on the bed, and you play with his hair and rest your head on his chest. Perhaps he may try to bring the topic back, but you shush him quick. "It's okay, Steven, let's forget it... you were right, and I'm sorry for shouting at you like that" "No, I- I'm sorry, my love, I didn't think of your opinion before-" "Forget it, Steven, I'm not angry anymore"

Jake Lockley:

*Yes, this guy can put you on nerves easily and in a lot of ways. Unfortunately this one has overpassed your limits and you really want to punch his nasty face, so you walk pass him, open the front door and command "Get the hell out of here, Jake, now"

*After some seconds in which he squints his eyes to you, he approaches the door. "We'll talk once you come back to your sane" you say as farewell words... but he pushes the door close and stares at you. "What the-? Lockley, I said I want you out!"

*He wrinkles his nose, a vicious grimace on his face, and grabs your arms to force you to him. You are so heated yet for the discussion you fight back and even get to slap him, but he doesn't seem surprised for that. Then, he pushes you to the floor with all his strenght.

*I hope you didn't really like that blouse because Jake rips it off without hesitation, using his weight to avoid any form of escape from you. He cups and plays with your tits, grunting and gasping in your ear. "You think you can be like that to me, muñeca? Gotta teach you some manners"

*At this point if you pull his hair or scratch him or whatever, he treats it as arousal fuel. He may take you to the couch or a table or even the nearest corner because he isn't fussy, and undresses you with one hand while he holds your wrists with the other. He presses his hips on yours, happy to make you notice his growing bulge. "I love when you're in fighting mood, bonita, me pones muy duro".

*Yeah, you may be still angry but you can't deny he knows what he's doing. He reaches your sweet spot, he nibbles the back of your neck, he rubs your clit until you're crying for the overstimulation, and he says the dirtiest yet more tasty things in your ear while doing it. "So, muñequita... are you ready to apologize?" he groans while his seed runs through your swollen thighs "Or you need a second round?"

#moon knight #moon boys #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight headcanon #marvel series #oscar isaac

[annaizscribbling]

Just Out of Reach Snippet

Sneak peek for the next chapter of my Patton centric story! Even if you haven’t read it, perhaps it will intrigue you. If you’re confused, so is Patton, so you aren’t missing much. Note that this isn’t an AU, even if it seems like it

cw: blood mention

Patton smiled over his shoulder as he swung the front door open.

The kids were trailing behind, dragging their feet and blinking tiredly.

The house was quaint from the outside too. Painted with creamy colors and muted browns, the house had a plushy grass lawn and a white picket fence, a spacious patio, rocking chairs, flower beds, and a few flourishing trees.

It was difficult to look at the home and not envision children. The trees were perfect for climbing, there was a big driveway to color with chalk or ride a bike down, the lawn was speckled with a few wildflowers to pick and admire, the porch was perfect for summer evenings with a glass of homemade lemonade, and there was so much gently fenced space to run and chase around on.

Afternoon barbeques, sunny days cured with a sprinkler and the kids in swim trunks, gardening in the little flower beds, stargazing on cool nights, setting up a tent towards the back, collecting worms on rainy days, learning to ride a bike on the sidewalk, and setting out birdfeeders and baths.

Maybe it wasn’t the sparkling fantasy that most young adults dreamt of, but Patton was never really drawn to that sort of thing. He hardly minded it, but when those topics were brought up, he felt nothing personal for it, just a love for the person pursuing it.

The cooler air inside the house greeted the children as they scurried inside to escape the relentlessly hot sun, unobscured by any clouds or shade.

Roman ducked beneath Patton’s arm that still rested on the scorching doorknob. The kid stuck out his tongue as his twin clumsily darted after him, laughing tiredly from the long walk. The two wandered inside where Roman loudly collapsed onto the couch before sighing his tired content.

Remus lingered by the open door, quickly wrapping his arms around Patton’s middle in a silent thanks. Patton ruffled his now dampened hair as he did, then Remus sprinted into the living room to pile onto his brother. Neither minded as they sprawled over each other into a messy heap.

Several paces behind the twins, Virgil was carrying a sleepy Logan in his arms. The toddler yawned into his oldest brother’s shoulder as his back soaked up the inescapable sun. Once again, his hand ended up in his mouth where he tiredly chewed at his fingertips. His little legs dangled as he made little effort to support his own weight by holding onto Virgil. He kept his face buried in the crook of the older boy’s neck.

Virgil gently bounced his littlest brother, murmuring something to him as they crossed over the threshold of their home. Logan smiled sleepily at whatever the teenager had told him, and Virgil went upstairs with his brother still held close to his chest.

Janus was last and trailing the furthest behind his gaggle of mismatched siblings.

15 yards away from where Patton held the door, Janus stopped to smile thinly as he let the warmth penetrate his skin one last time before he went indoors. The sun lit half his face, turning his heterochromatic eyes an even brighter hue in the light. His face was slightly shined and ruddy from sweat and heat. His blonde hair was undone in some places, giving it a bit of frizz and stray curls.

The boy pulled himself up the couple of steps to reach the porch and wandered inside without a word, just as his brother’s had done before him.

Patton walked in too, pulling the door closed behind him and locking it with a sharp click.

He let his eyes shut lightly and he took in a slow breath, wanting to hold onto the moment for as long as he could.

He had always believed at perfection was less about being perfect or faultless, but instead was more about these tiny perfect moments. And even these tiny moments where hardly perfect, but the imperfection of it only added to the perfect feeling.

The walk wasn’t special, but he couldn’t ask for a more blissful type of life.

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Patton pulled a bag of lemons from the kitchen fridge, along with some other delightfully ripe fruits. The kids could use something refreshing to cool off with.

As he was chopping up a handful of strawberries, Patton glanced upward through the kitchen window.

A low-lit summer evening greeted him. Warm, with June bugs hopping around the lights, a mosquito bumping against the glass, and the distant light of their neighbors’ porchlights.

Patton sliced the strawberries slower, as his face slowly dropped its content expression. He felt a shiver down his spine as dread pooled down his throat and into is stomach.

What time was it?

He wracked his brain. The walk didn’t last that long, surely. It was still incredibly hot and sunny when they got back, and they just got back, right?

Right?

Patton let the knife slip from his fingers and onto the chopping board.

When did they get back? Patton checked himself, finding him still in the muted T shirt he was wearing earlier, but he couldn’t recall wearing it on the walk.

Wait, what was he wearing before the walk? Did he change from his pajamas? Was he ever wearing pajamas? He was, wasn’t he? When did he change?

He shook his head, attempting to clear it. It didn’t matter what shirt he was wearing, he was trying to figure out the time.

How long were they out? It couldn’t have taken that long to-

Right? Surely it couldn’t have taken that long to-

To … to do what?

Patton gripped the sides of his head. His heartbeat skipped and quickened.

What did they do? Where did they go?

He didn’t remember. He couldn’t remember. He didn’t know.

Was it a park? Or just around the block? Maybe a trail? Was it just around the neighborhood? Was it a clearing? A nearby field?

Each option sounded equally wrong and equally right. As if there was no correct answer to unearth.

Patton searched his mind frantically. Where did he go? What did he remember? What was the weather like? Did he bring water? What were the kids like? When did Virgil pick Logan up? How did the twins wear themselves out? Did Virgil lead? Patton didn’t know the area, he couldn’t have known. Did anything happen?

Patton sunk to the floor as his vison blurred.

His sweaty hands uselessly clawed at the cold tile beneath him. His heart throbbed in his ears as his body shook.

He used to wish that reality was peaceful, now any peace he once had dissipated as he questioned reality itself.

Patton couldn’t remember any of the walk, only when they stepped up to the front door, nothing before it.

Not even their departure could he recall.

But if he sifted, pushed, and reached far enough, he could remember breakfast.

Yes! They had homemade pancakes at the breakfast table, and afterwards, afterwards they did dishes. He and Virgil did, yes, Virgil had insisted and they talked about Virgil’s relationships with his little brothers. Patton recalled guilt, confusion, and then something else.

What happened after?

He woke up, so very long ago, but it was the same day still. He made breakfast, then washed up. Then what did they do after?

When … the twins were there. Something else happened.

Something else …

Oh.

       The screaming wasn’t fading. He refused to look at it, he let his neck stay stuck as if paralyzed. The noise grew as things broke and shattered around him where he was standing.

No. No. He was sitting, he was sitting on the floor then too. The same spot. The same coldness under him.

Rich red blood splat across the tile, pooling beside puddles of bitter tears, spilt soapy water, and broken glass that didn’t crunch when stepped on by bare feet.

The most disparaged sobbing joined the frenzy of anger beside him. He couldn’t tell if it was his own body producing the noise, or one of the twins making the disturbingly broken sound.

Patton felt nothing toward it.

Though he felt nothing at all.

Nothing but a lost sense of hope as he retreated into his body, hiding as far back as he could. His senses blurred together into a haze, easy to ignore and push into the floor.

The world around him became running water. A rushing river that flowed around him at breakneck speeds.

He could recall being shaken violently by clawed hands on his shoulder.

A wet hand grabbed his face but even with his eyes open, nothing passed in front of his vision.

A young voice screamed, begged, and cried out, presumably to him.

None of the child’s words reached Patton, but one.

‘Janus!’

The voice called Janus desperately. Patton was still being shaken like a ragdoll.

Then the world melted away, slipping off the edge and into a temporary void. It took time, how long he didn’t know, but it was like being shocked.

Patton felt a rush of warmth and firmness as he was struck by clarity.

His outstretched arm wrapped around the hot doorknob.

Patton smiled over his shoulder as he swung the front door open.

The kids were trailing behind, dragging their feet and blinking tiredly.

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link to the rest of the story here

#anais writes #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #sandersides #sander sides #fanfic #writing

[dreamsofalifeold]

[ FIVE SMILES ]

1.

It's beautiful the first time she sees it. They're at her place, having a drink and letting him rest to recover from the summer heat, talking a bit. The topics are shallow at best, bobbing along the surface of the conversation. She can't remember what exactly it was that she said; something about the town, maybe, or her cat doing something silly, but he smiles. The way his dimples pool at the ends of his mouth, his face lights up like a rainbow after a storm. They've only just met, but she knows from then on she'd do anything to protect that smile.

2.

They've become accustomed to each other now, bantering and being silly. It's almost like a contest to see who can make the other laugh the loudest. The way he tosses his head back and flashes his teeth at her stupid jokes, it makes her want to pump her fist; even though it's not a competition, it feels like a victory.

3.

This one was easier, somehow. The two of them had fallen into a rhythm of existing in the same space, sharing their emotions without words to muddy the waters. He would beam at her like a warm way of sunlight, and any negative thoughts that clouded her mind were evaporated. It was something he could do without even seeming to realize it. Somehow, that made her feel a lot more at ease with it.

4.

As easy as the last one had been, this one was enormously difficult. Her friend, her dear friend, had been so crushed...it felt like nothing could bring him out of the funk he was in. His soul was broken glass in a paper bag, barely held together by the fraying cardboard that contained it. All she could do was hold him tight and pray that whoever did this, whoever had so thoroughly upset him, would be burning in Hell soon. She tried, clumsily, to make him feel better, even going so far as to offer to scour the local nursing homes to find the guy in the present and beat them up. Somehow, that earned a smile; not a happy one, but bittersweet like an unripened apple. It almost hurt worse than tears.

5.

For all her efforts to make him happy, he did the same doubly so. Johnnie could always tell when she was holding back; it was a preternatural sense that he alone possessed, and he used it well. Something about him could always crack the gloom like an egg, and let the happiness spill forth naturally. All he had to do was give her that look, and she'd be giggling like mad, any ill feelings evaporating like a cloud.

She was lucky, to have someone in her life who could make things so much better with a smile.

#khaloymes

[akaraboonline]

Thursday, April 27, 2023 horoscope

Moon Alert

There are no limits on shopping or making crucial decisions after 1:45 a.m. Chicago time. The moon is in the sign of Leo.

Aries (March 21-April 19)

This is a difficult day, plain and simple. Dealing with their children can be difficult for parents. Romantic partners could be at odds. Disputes over the cost of a vacation, a social event, or something related to sports or your children may also emerge. (Perhaps a regrettable topic from the past?) Stay strong.

Taurus (April 20-May 20)

This is going to be a difficult day, and it's better if you realize that straight away so you can brace yourself and be ready. Relationships with parents, bosses, VIPs, teachers, and police will be difficult. Even familial interactions will be difficult. Take a breather. Give everything some breathing room. Avoid becoming engaged.

Gemini (May 21-June 20)

Power struggles and disagreements over politics, religion, or nearly anything are possible. They will catch you off guard since you will not be expecting it. The key is to not fall for the bait. You are not required to respond. Refuse to get involved. Take a step back.

Cancer (June 21-July 22)

Money squabbles, as well as conflicts with friends and groups, are unavoidable. These debates could be about legitimate concerns or about blatant power struggles. In any case, you don't need this. Direct your energy somewhere.

Leo (July 23-Aug. 22)

You are more energetic and emotional than normal today because the moon is in your sign. Furthermore, you may be at conflict with authority figures such as parents, bosses, professors, and the police — a deadly combination! Take a breather. Take your leave. Choose the high road.

Virgo (Aug. 23-Sept. 22)

People may become involved in matters concerning your career, health, a pet, or bigger social issues involving politics and religion. Don't become involved in this today because finding a solution will be difficult. People will disagree. Change your mind.

Libra (Sept. 23-Oct. 22)

You prefer peace in your surroundings (despite being an outstanding debater). People today disagree on financial issues, social goals, inheritances, and shared property. Don't get attached since everything has a volatile energy. Avoid this at all costs.

Scorpio (Oct. 23-Nov. 21)

Power clashes with authority figures, lovers, and close friends may be unpleasant today if you join. You are safe if you remove yourself from the equation. Decide not to participate because the situation is too challenging. (You must understand when to hold and when to fold.)

Sagittarius (Nov. 22-Dec. 21)

Today, squabbles among siblings, relatives, and neighbors are possible. Similarly, problems with coworkers. You'll end up with egg on your face if you get involved. It is far preferable to avoid these squabbles and discuss these issues another day. What do you think?

Capricorn (Dec. 22-Jan. 19)

Money concerns with social gatherings, children, and the arts, as well as disagreements over the division of labor or shared expenses (particularly with romantic partners), are common nowadays. However, you always have an option. You can participate and dispute, or you can opt not to participate. It is permitted!

Aquarius (Jan. 20-Feb. 18)

Domestic issues may be a hindrance today. Dealing with partners, close friends, and parents (especially family you haven't seen in a long time) can be draining. It would be fantastic if you could get out of this position. (This is not always possible.) Maintain your objectivity.

Pisces (Feb. 19-March 20)

This is a somewhat accident-prone day for you because heightened emotions, particularly concerning heated interactions with others, may be a distraction that causes you to have a bodily mishap or say something you will later regret. This must not happen. Maintain your composure. Maintain your cool and serve as a role model for others.

If Today Is Your Birthday

Today is the birthday of actress Siobhan Finneran (1966). You are self-sufficient and independent. You function well when you spend time alone. You frequently feel more productive in this manner. Relationships will be crucial this year. It's also time to recharge your batteries. This year, don't be afraid to ask for support from others.   Read the full article

[libramonthlyhoroscope1]

November 5th zodiac

November 5th is a date of deep thoughts, words that may be hurtful but pick the core of the problem at hand, and all those dialogues that seem destructive but bring necessary change in the long run. People born at this time may feel pressured into silence, as they aren’t exactly tender when talking about important issues, but this will only make their energy pile up until they burst in a more destructive tone than that needed to begin with.

November 5th zodiac

November 5th Horoscope

(Pluto) – MERCURY – SUN – SUN

A person born on the 5th of November is quick, witty and intelligent, ready to discuss all issues that might arise. Aware of their human strengths and weaknesses, they can be quite rational when it comes to their abilities or lack of them, and know how to assess the situation and turn it to their benefit even when the struggle is long and difficult. They are talkers among Scorpios and feel the need to express their attitude as clearly as possible, so that middle ground can be found. If they push too many things down their throat instead of sharing their point of view, they will inevitably burst into discussions that are heated and arguments that might have been avoided if they never gave in to suppression of their need to speak in the first place.

Love And Emotions

While self-expression presents the most important issue in lives of those born on November 5th, to be true to themselves and other people, they need to build a strong foundation in their heart. Intimacy is a special theme in their life as they might get overly rational and try to do things as practical and humane as possible, while forgetting to attend to their own emotional needs seeing them as a weakness. Their world of emotions needs to allow freedom of sharing and freedom of movement, and this has some trouble connecting with their own obsessive impulses when they fall in love.

A partner they choose to stay with should always support their personal freedom and move in similar circles of friends as they do. They need shared topics and conversations with a steady emotional flow and shouldn’t hold back on honesty in any situation if they wish to feel calm in their bonds. The web of adaptive choices and compromise could distance them from their inner truth and make them deeply unsatisfied, leading to fiery breakups and sudden changes that leave them, or the other person, bruised. To connect in love and stay in it for years, they are to communicate without restraint and keep their focus on nurturing individuality of both people involved.

Purpose

The focus point of Scorpios born on the 5th of November is found in the essence of Uranus. This speaks of their liberation in time, as they discover that it is not up to them to shut down the core of personality they need to share, but up to others to embrace them with respect, fully acknowledging who they are. As they mature, they discover who their true friends are, and find it much easier to talk about things that truly interest them instead of engaging in small talk that drains their energy away. Their goal is to find the right social circle and good friends that will support them in their deepest truths.

What They Excel In

Scorpios born on the 5th of November make incredible and creative things in writing, communication skills and large social circles, and carry healing energy in their hands. They may become healers or social butterflies with a message for everyone in their life if they get light enough and confident enough to openly speak about things that know with certainty. They work well with modern technology, computers, in programming and equipment that others don’t understand well enough to work with. Innovators and curious diggers through information, they make great scientists and researchers who know their way through irrelevant details to reach the core of any issue.

November 5th Birthday Gift

The choice of birthday gift for those born on November 5th may be a book on topics of interest, something quick to read, carrying practical knowledge or understanding of deep phenomena brought to a simpler plane. They want to get to the core of things and won’t really care for presents that are common such as flowers, pens and candy. A gadget with functions to explore, a new computer, tablet or phone, as well as a case for their old phone or something to add to their collection of items that make them productive, are a good idea. Spark some fireworks or spark their mind to get them excited for beauties of life.

Positive Traits For November 5th Born

Witty, intelligent and aware of the core of any dialogue, they give important messages for those willing to listen and seek freedom and change in circumstances that are shallow or stagnant for too long.

Negative Traits For November 5th Born

Unpredictable and stressed, they might push too many things down their throat only to explode in awkward situations. Unable to express their emotional needs, they might get stuck in rational solutions that don’t make them happy, becoming frustrated or rebellious, not really knowing why.

[redwineconversation]

Paris FC - Lyon Postgame Interviews

TL:dr version: Renard is probably the most pissed off I've seen her, and this after they won the game.

@OL Comms Dept: PLEASE pay for a grande Pumpkin Spice Latte (soy, whipped cream), I'll do anything!!! I deserve it for translating a postgame interview this long!!!

Blah blah standard disclaimers apply. Going to turn this into a Timothee Piron fan account one way or another.

Also blah blah Lyon bias whatever. Renard > other captains. A proper captain holds you accountable both in the locker room and publicly.

WENDIE RENARD INTERVIEW

Journalist: A huge congratulations to our captain, Wendie Renard. Captain Wendie, this win is beautiful, isn't it? I think it will do a lot of good both in terms of ranking and mentally. It's a really important win today for Lyon.

Renard: Yeah, we knew it was going to be difficult. It's always complicated against Paris FC. We saw that again this afternoon. It'll do us some good, but congratulations to everybody. It wasn't easy. We hung in there and managed to win. That's cool.

Journalist: Wendie, I don't know if you realized it in the heat of the moment, but we begin the second half, it's 1-1. Clara Mateo takes a shot, you clear, deflect, and take the pace off the ball, and Mathilde Bourdieu scores the second goal. She's offside by one meter. Is that the turning point in the game for you? You're down 1-2 against the run of play. But you found the mental strength and technical abilities to come back and impose yourselves.

Renard: Yeah, I think we conceded that second goal at the worse of times. And yeah, I was aware of the situation, I lived it. Unfortunately I took pace off the ball, and it put Mathilde [Boudieu] in a good position to score. But after that we saw this Paris FC team say to themselves, "okay, we've got this, we need to keep the score." And they started to time waste for throw-ins, the goalkeeper as well, she went to pick up balls even though there are ball boys for that. So we said to ourselves we need to stay calm, keep our emotions in check. And then I think, unfortunately for their goalkeeper, she made a mistake with touching the ball, I managed .. I managed to score by the skin of my teeth. But I think that goal did some good. And we had the resources to go get that third [goal].

Journalist: Wendie, a lot of followers of women's football, whether it's in the French league or the Champions League, have a tendency to want to bury Olympique Lyonnais. "Oh, that's it, they're not what they once were". Other teams are getting ahead. But we saw a lot of character. You won at Zurich three days ago, you were behind in the rankings. We feel there's a mentality [now], there's actually a style of play. We feel there are still a lot of elements that will allow Lyon to stay ahead.

Renard: Well, it's not the Olympique Lyonnais from before in a lot of ways. But that's a topic for another day. But the players who wear this jersey give the best versions of themselves to live up to the jersey and the history [of the club]. That being said, each game reveals its own truths. Today it's like that. We're not going to settle, because we can't forget the number of injured players we have. But despite all that we're still here, we manage to play. It's true that there been some catastrophic games on our part, but that's part of a cycle. It's part of periods as well. This afternoon we showed a lot of - [Cayman walks past and whispers something to Renard] - we showed a lot of character, an irreproachable mental spirit. We really wanted it [the win], we knew it was important to win here.

Journalist: Wendie, I know you always put the group performance above an individual performance, but I still want to salute you today. We remember your rage when scoring the winning goal against Fleury at the Groupama OL Training Center [where Lyon plays their regular home games] in extra time. Today you scored a brace, your first brace in two years. That is also Olympique Lyonnais. This innate desire to win. We felt again that with everything you have experienced, it made a difference today.

Renard: Yeah, I mean, once again I was able to make the difference for the team. It's good for the team as a whole and for me personally. To go home with a win here [at Paris FC] is not the easiest. So we have to continue like this, have to continue to work. We still have several games [to play] before the winter break. So we have to continue to take things seriously.

Journalist: You brought it up, Wendie, we have experienced a pretty intense month of November. But what can we say about the calendar in December which can be decisive, whether it be in with the clash at home against Paris Saint-Germain, or three very important games in the UWCL. We're obviously thinking of the match against Zurich, but what to say about the away game against Arsenal or this final, for lack of a better word, at home against Juventus? This month of December has to count for something. It will be decisive for 2023, whether the year is off to a good start or not.

Renard: [nods] Well you summed it all up. I think it's important to finish well. Today, what's left is Dijon, Paris [Saint-Germain], Zurich, Arsenal and Juventus. Those are difficult matches. We saw it, it wasn't simple. In Champions League, the win against Zurich did us some good, even if we could have scored a lot more goals, be even more efficient. But that 3-0 win was good for us. And now we have a week to get ready for Dijon, recover as well, and prepare for Dijon. And after that, the marathon is still going on. We don't have a choice. As I said, we have to take it seriously, stay focused. Nothing is done yet. And if we want to [shakes head disapprovingly], if we want to play a lot of games in 2023, we have to put in a lot of effect together and individually.

Journalist: One more question, Wendie, and I will let you go. You said it really well. We saw you celebrate with the fans in the stadium after the game. In the month of December, you're going to play four games at home, three of which are the Groupama Stadium [men's stadium]. Do you have a message for the Lyon fans ahead of these important [home] games?

Renard: No. [pause] Just, come support us. It's an important month, December, before the winter break. We need you, I guess. I know it wasn't easy this afternoon. At times, we heard them [the Lyon fans]. I think they took it badly, just like we did, when we conceded the second goal. But they were behind us. [sounding unconvinced] So we're expecting a lot of fans at the Groupama Stadium to come and support us and be behind us until the winter break.

Journalist: Thank you, and congratulations once again.

Renard: Thank you.

BRUNO CHEYROU [LYON SPORTING DIRECTOR] INTERVIEW

Journalist: Bruno, thank you for being here tonight. A win, it's going to do a lot of good, both in terms of the ranking and mentally.

Cheyrou: No, it's true. We've been on a good streak for the past two, three weeks. And this win, we had to work for it, I think it will do us good in terms of confidence, be able to take on the upcoming weeks, with difficult matches, in a bit more of a serene manner. So you summed up the situation well.

Journalist: As you know, Bruno, a season is long. But certain games, certain moments, have more weight than others. Do you think personally we witnessed a turning point in the season for this team?

Cheyrou: A turning point, I don't know. We were on a positive streak despite everything. We're in line with our objectives, even if we've experienced some difficult moments. It's mainly a question of confidence. There were a lot of injuries, I'm not going to go over that again. I think what's important is that we have a team that can accomplish the goals we have set. In the [French] league, we're good. In the Champions League, we're going to try and do what's necessary to go get that qualification. Now we're entering into the "Money Time". So I'm not really talking about a turning point, more like continuity, such as the game against Zurich, where we're missing a little bit of confidence to be more efficient in front of goal. But now against one of the hardest opposition in the French league, we were able to react really well. I think that the determination and character shown - [feed freezes]

Journalist: Bruno, today we saw in the style of play a significant improvement. As you said, we've gone though some periods, some more successful than others. There were some very tight score lines, or simply lack of performances such as against EAG. We feel that now the style of play is better, and that will allow us to approach the month of December better. We're thinking particularly of playing at home against Paris Saint-Germain and these crucial matchups against Arsenal and Juventus.

Cheyrou: No, I think that's obvious. Physically, we are doing better. We're getting players back, who are returning to a very competitive level. There's Maro[zsan], who played her second game. There's Vicki Becho, Ines Benyahia, the two academy players showing a lot of promise, who showed they are capable of bringing something to the team. So that's good. It's good for us. And indeed in this final stretch for 2022 we will need everybody. And it's true that in terms of the style of play, it's better and better. It's not yet at the level we are capable of. But we're pretty much on the right track and on a positive dynamic. So we need to emphasize that. And yeah, they're a good group, there's the personality and character. Now obviously it's not as easy or as simple as previous years. It's true that at Lyon we were used to winning more easily, be more dominant, be more in control. But women's football as a whole is developing and is getting better. And I think it's good that it's more competitive. And we have to get more used to having to fight for a win. What matters at the end of the day is just winning.

Journalist: One last comment on the calendar for the month of December. It's quite daunting. What is your perspective on these upcoming games, which without talking about a turning point, will have a considerable importance in terms of 2023?

Cheyrou: No, it's obvious. There's Dijon, and after that Zurich, Paris [Saint-Germain], the two games against Arsenal and Juventus, which will be decisive. We need to get better physically, which is what we are seeing right now. We're recuperating a maximum amount of experienced players, and for important games, you're always going to need your best players. Those are all non-negotiable factors when you're preparing for the game. There's a degree of confidence. But I'll say it once again, I do think the match this evening, I think the personality and character shown - especially that of Wendie [Renard], who scored a brace, I know she was with out for a while. I think that summarizes the team quite well. "Never give up." And that's how we come together.

Journalist: Thank you, Bruno. And you're always welcome on OLPlay.

DELPHINE CASCARINO INTERVIEW

Journalist: We found Delphine [Cascarino]. Thank you for being here with us. We asked this question in the studio. When Paris FC scored the goal, several seconds after the second half had started. Matilde Bourdieu gives Paris FC the advantage despite having been offside. What was going through your mind when that happened?

Cascarino: Obviously that goal really, really hurt us at the start of the second half, because, well, we wanted to start aggressively, and our momentum was stopped in its tracks by that goal. But we didn't give up, we kept working at it, try to come up with a play that would allow us to score, to equalize first and then score to take the lead.

Journalist: Just between us, we considered this match as being the first big clash in the D1 Arkema for Lyon, against a team who up until now was undefeated. We saw there was some improvements in the Champions League game against Zurich. We have the feeling that the style of play is becoming more fluid, that the team is becoming more comfortable, the confidence is returning. Do you and the team feel the same way?

Cascarino: Yeah, it's true that we're feeling better and better. Despite the two goals conceded, we didn't give up. It's positive going forward. And it gives us confidence because it's true, it was the first big clash in the [French] league. So yeah, it's really good to have won tonight, and we're going to keep going like this.

Timothee: Delphine, good evening. It's interesting, because within a week you have the game against Zurich where you won because you were superior technically and physically, and today there was a slightly different version of Olympique lyonnais Feminin, a Lyon team that never gave up, who will fight until the last minute to get the win. The mentality was on display. And we saw a little bit of what makes Lyon, well, Lyon, the mentality that makes Lyon stand out year after year.

Cascarino: Yeah, it's true that we're not used to being behind. So that was really hard for us. But I guess it's good that it happens during the big games, because we showed a lot of character to have come back and scored that last goal. It shows we're here and will still be here until the end of the season.

Timothee: We could hear the celebrations, lots of screaming in the locker room. We heard the same against Zurich. Is it important to enter into December with these positive emotions? We know that since the beginning of the season, there hasn't exactly been only positive feelings. Getting in a positive mindset before this chaotic month of December, that must do you some good, I imagine.

Cascarino: Yeah, mentally it's good to enter into December having won those two games. We know it's not going to be easy, there are some big games ahead of us. So yeah. We're ready for these clashes, and we hope we're ready for it. In any case I am happy for the team tonight, because we showed a good style of play. It was a nice win. So I'm satisfied with the team.

Journalist: Delphine, for you personally, this was the third goal of the season in D1 Arkema. Maybe the most important one. Vicki Becho gave you a great ball, it was deep. And then you had a really nice early Christmas present [there was a mixup between the defender and goalkeeper which allowed Cascarino to go through on goal]. But you stayed diligent until the end.

Cascarino: Yeah, that's it. It was a good pass from Vicki [Becho]. She did great coming in [as a sub], she gave me a great ball. I could feel it, I put pressure on the defender and I could sense there would be a miscommunication. That pressure meant that they gave me the ball and all that was left for me to do was put the ball at the back of the net. It was really good for us, for the team.

Journalist: One last question, Delphine. You've experienced quite a rich, quite a dense, 2022. We're thinking obviously of the titles won with Lyon last season, a successful Euros campaign up to the semifinal, not much vacation time. Now we're in the final stretch and it's not exactly the easiest. It will quite a dense month of December with three enormous games, we're thinking of Paris Saint-Germain in D1 Arkema, and the major games against Arsenal and Juventus in the Champions League. A hell of a 2022 and it's not over yet.

Cascarino: Yeah, it's true that it was an emotional 2022, with a lot of games, a lot of wins. So we hope it will continue like that and we'll finish 2022 on a good note. That's the objective anyway so we can start off 2023 on the right foot.

Journalist: A big thank you, and a big congratulations. Get some rest, you'll need it for the month of December.

[Cascarino doesn't smile at the banter]

Cascarino: Thank you. Have a good evening.

SONIA BOMPASTOR INTERVIEW

Journalist: We're here with the coach, the one who probably has the more Lyon DNA in her than anyone else. Sonia Bompastor, thank you for being here with us. The first question is simple. How are you feeling after this game?

Bompastor: Good evening to everybody. I'm really happy. This win was important, we said it to the team before the game. It was our third game in a week, with the last two being two away games. So we knew recovery was going to be the most important thing. And we knew that opposite us was a really good Paris FC team, who has ambitions every season. An attacking team capable of making things difficult for us, with the three attacking players and Gaetane Thiney in the middle. So we had to go get the win with the mental aspect, which we were able to do because we have a team with a lot of character who doesn't give up. And with the style of play as well. And as such it was important. There were free kicks as well. It's true that we believed we could get the win until the end. And it's true that we're really pleased and satisfied with the result, but also with the manner [it happened].

Journalist: We talked about it in the pregame show, this clash between two undefeated teams, two teams with the best defense in D1 Arkema [shocked about Lyon not gonna lie]. I asked you about it, and you said no, it wasn't going to be a low-scoring game. You ended up being right. We feel as though this game and this result has all the necessary ingredients to give the team confidence going into the month of December.

Bompastor: Yeah, it's true that it's important to emphasize that. We're on a series of eight games until the end of the year, and we're at three wins out of three so far. So we're heading into December in the best way. Indeed, as I said in the pregame show, with the quality of attacking players on the field and also the playing philosophy of both coaches, I knew there would be space, I knew there would be a lot of chances created. And whichever team would be most efficient and diligent defensively would probably win it. So yeah, today, even though Paris FC gifted us that third goal, we were until the end - we believed until the end that we would be able to get a result. We put them under pressure to force them into making that mistake. So yeah, all the better for us. Though once again, Paris FC is a good team. They will cause problems for other teams in the league.

Timothee: And we hope, Sonia, that they will make life difficult for other teams really soon, maybe as soon as next week, that will make things easier for us [Timothee is referring to the PSG - Paris FC clash]. Within a week, we saw a condensed version of what Olympique lyonnais is. You're on top physically and technically in the game against Zurich, then there is this close win today which required a lot of mental strength. The two types of wins, two types of emotions at the end, it puts Lyon in the best conditions for December, no?

Bompastor: Yeah. Lately we've focused a lot of the state of mind, the ambitions and objectives we set for ourselves at the beginning of the season, on the expectations and demands that we all needed to have in order to accomplish these goals. So I think over the past few games we have showed an intriguing style of play, even if we didn't accomplish everything we wanted. There's still work left to be done, but in terms of willingness, of state of mind, there's a team who is focused on the job, a team that has the quality to meet these objectives and never gives up. So that's important, because at the top level, the state of mind is fundamental. And in context, that's two games now that we've scored three goals, so that gives us confidence individually and as a team. For the team dynamic in December, that's positive.

Timothee: And finally, what I was saying right now when we were in the studio, there is this consistency, this indisputable fact that Lyon, with their back against the wall, fights back when they have to. That's also reassuring with the upcoming games in December.

Bompastor: Yeah, in any case it shows that we have a very focused group. We have players who are real competitors and always show up no matter what. It's not always easy, because, I say this often, the players are in high demand. We talked about it before, they're playing a lot of games, we're going to be playing every three days. Sometimes even if you think you can do it, your body says otherwise. Today we showed the most important thing was mental strength. When you have that kind of mentality, you can meet any challenge. And that's important. As a coach, you know you have a group that is focused. I have several possibilities, I really liked the substitutes who came on in the game today, they brought a great energy even if they didn't score themselves. In terms of dynamics, they showed a lot of positive things when they came on. And that's good for what's coming up, it's reassuring. It gives a lot of confidence.

Journalist: One last question, Sonia. The next games are coming up really quickly. But there are still six days before you play Dijon and this insane schedule for December. What's the planning and schedule for the upcoming days?

Bompastor: So we play again on Saturday against Dijon. The idea is to give 48 hours rest to certain players, particularly those who want it on the mental aspect. Because as you said, we're really going to have a packed schedule, and it's important that mentally they can decompress a little. For those who want it, there will be a session on the field and recovery, of course. The idea is to have the group back as a whole on Wednesday, and work from Wednesday up to Saturday to really prepare for this game. It's a game that should allow us to continue with what we have been doing lately. And also get players involved, because there are some players who haven't gotten a lot of game time but in terms of mental spirit are top. [Not sure that attitude will win you the Champions League...] So we're not going to rotate completely, but that allows us to involve certain players who deserve playing time and could be useful later on. [shit philosophy!! Such a shit philosophy!!!]

Journalist: Thank you, Sonia, and a big congratulations. We had a segment ready, the last time Lyon was defeated in the league. We left the tape in the cutting room. We'll have to wait a little longer to use it.

Bompastor: Thank you. That makes me happy. I'm glad you did work for nothing.

#wendie renard #bruno cheyrou #delphine cascarino #sonia bompastor #all good love stories start in the rain

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS [part 5]

— people with jupiter in the 8th may experience an “abundance” of traumatic experiences throughout life, often relating to death; these are the people who truly feel like everyone they love ends up dying. at their worst, they can become desensitized to death— jupiter is ruled by sagittarius, a sign known for being in denial when in difficult situations in favor of optimism. these natives can pretend like nothing actually happened, or minimize the situation in their head so that they don’t have to face it.

— okay this might be a weird one... like, you know in asoiaf when arya was walking through the streets and was always like “i’m as quiet as a shadow”? that’s literally the energy of someone with planets in the 12th house/chart ruler in the 12th house. these people are so stealthy. they’re able to move so quietly and without anyone noticing, both literally and figuratively. on one hand, they’re very quiet about their plans and ambitions to the point where other people only find out when they’re achieving success over it; on the other hand, they just. don’t like making noise while walking idk bitch you’ll only see me coming when i’m right beside you, i even get paranoid that i’m breathing too loud and that other people will hear 

— people with moon aspecting mars can be incredibly impulsive when they feel hurt or triggered. yall need to be careful with doing things in the heat of the moment that you know you’ll regret later... but in the moment, you feel so hurt that it clouds your rational side. please be more self-aware about this because you may make decisions that will directly affect you for the worse in the future 

— people with leo mars ft. constantly asking you for pictures... about anything. they just wanna SEE LMFAO THEY DON’T CARE WHAT IT IS THEY’RE SEEING. you just got ready to go out? “send pics of your makeup and your full outfit”. you’re waiting in a long boring line to get the covid vaccine? “send pics of the line”. your mom baked cake? “send pics of the cake”. plus they send so many random pictures while texting, it’s their special love language

— having moon conjunct moon/venus in synastry feels insane. you tell them something you’ve been through, and they’re immediately like “that happened with me as well.” it doesn’t even have to be something grand, sometimes just very specific things you thought were particular about you. the amount of understanding that comes with this aspect in synastry can feel very new and intense especially if you’re used to seeing yourself as the “odd one out”, used to feeling isolated in your experiences 

— people with pluto in the 1st house often feel the need to erase “traces” of their existence, for example deleting messages that they sent people, deleting all of their social media posts. they can feel anxious and paranoid about other people having access to their past self, even if the past self in question is from, like. a week ago 

— people with chiron in the water houses (4th/8th/12th) might’ve suffered bullying to the point where they repress their memories. a lot of their memories of their school years may feel foggy if they were bullied in those years

— also. people with chiron in the 8th house may feel as though they’ve been punished for wanting to experience intimacy. it’s like, the people who were supposed to be the closest to them – for example, their sibling or something – were the ones who hurt them the most. 

— people with mercury-neptune aspects and strong pisces/neptune energy in their birth chart might struggle with only remembering things when they’re right in front of them. you should keep things in your peripheral vision to remind you of reality, especially when it comes to feelings— so that you won’t start getting lost inside your own head. like... keep the letters your friends wrote you by your bedside table so you can read them every time your brain starts convincing you that you’re not loved. keep the gifts you’ve been sent on display in your bedroom wall, or sentimental material things that remind you of past happy experiences.

— earth placements and their thing for asmr... omfg. it’s like they’re always looking for things to up their sensory experience/sensitivity. like, earth signs are the ones most connected to worldly experiences so they feel so soothed with the whole asmr experience: just hearing someone gently whispering or tapping on/scratching things calms them down and helps them fall asleep. they love the tingles it’s heaven for them

— moon-saturn aspects might hold and caress themselves while they sleep because their parents never did. yes i woke up and chose violence <3 your secret is NOT safe with me 💋

— while we’re on the topic of sleeping, a majority of the pisces moons i know need to sleep while hugging something, at least a pillow. they can’t just not hug something while they sleep, it’s very instinctive for them. anyways if any pisces moon needs a pillow to hold, i volunteer as tribute 💋

— virgo placements feel sososo soothed by hearing their cats purr. thinking about how my virgo placement friends are always the ones who send me videos of them petting their cats... and then i get soothed by how soothed they feel. it’s a win win situation, if you have virgo placements it’s hereby your duty to send me a video of you petting your cat while they purr. right now. GO

— people with gemini in the 3rd house might have shaky movements of the hands when other people look at them doing things. very specific i know but the third house rules hands and gemini is a sign that has somewhat of an anxious, twitchy quality to it. on the other hand, people with capricorn in the 3rd house (scorpio risings, using whole signs) have the steadiest hands i’ve ever seen lol their movements ooze confidence, these bitches know how to make you feel as thought they know exactly what they’re doing

— people with venus in the 1st house ft. altering their pics with photoshop and hating posting selfies without filters because they never feel like their appearance is good enough. stop it. you don’t need to always look your best and especially not if your ‘best’ isn’t even what you actually look like. also... don’t even think about making self-deprecative jokes about your appearance. next time i find one of yall saying “ahaha im not bad for a 5 without talent” i’m squishing your head between 2 pieces of toast and calling you an idiot sandwich. you’re BEAUTIFUL 

— having venus in the 3rd house in composite with someone? do you mean calling each other the absolute ugliest nicknames in the most endearing way? 

— leo deals with themes of the ego, and it seems that leo placements often struggle with attracting narcissistic people into their life... leo suns/mercuries can be raised by loud, overbearing, narcissistic parents who see their kid as an extension of themselves and who teach the kid to always be very supportive and caring towards them or else they’ll deny them of words of affirmation-- either by insulting them to shatter their self-esteem or simply never complimenting the kid back. leo moons/mars/venus tend to attract narcissistic partners who only care about serving their own emotional needs and ignore the ones of their partner, and who feed off of their supportive and giving nature. which is why leo placements really need to watch out for being gullible, naïve and dismissing the red flags because my god, you be falling for some shady people. 

— people with personal planets in the 12th house/chart ruler in the 12th house might feel like they can’t let go of their past life— they may dream of memories, people or places from another life. it’s like they can’t detach from it, and even if they can’t directly remember their past life, it’s like they feel it in their bones. also, they might’ve felt... estranged from their family ever since childhood; there may have been feelings of being unable to emotionally connect to their (often, distant) parents, and they might’ve even wondered if they were adopted because of how different they felt to the rest of the family. 

— okay so, a thing that people with saturn in the 3rd house need to look out for is mentally checking out of conversations while they’re still happening. these people can detect when they’re being manipulated really fast and their way of dealing with it can be to immediately shut down, to grow cold and silent and not even bother answering when you’re expected to respond. and, like, that’s great when someone starts screaming at you or being insulting/trying to coerce you into shit, but take notice if you find yourself shutting your loved ones out as soon as they say anything that triggers you. don’t simply detach from them, communicate what’s wrong

— aries placements, ESPECIALLY aries suns and moons, value generosity so much and they get so turned off by stingy ppl who don’t share with others, especially when others need it. like.. if you’re hanging out in a group with them and someone asks for a bite of your food because they have no money and you say no... espect them to never respect you. ever. 

— people with libra placements use soooo many adjectives to describe things. something can’t just be beautiful, it has to be DIVINE and CELESTIAL and INTOXICATING. they can be so expressive god it’s so fcking funny 

— capricorn placements HATE asking others for advice because they think no one knows better than them (and they’re not wrong, lol). when they truly care for someone, they might ask the person for advice simply as a sign that they respect, trust and value their judgement. even if they don’t plan on taking it LMFAO 

— people with mars in a water sign can have this terrible habit of expecting other people to guess what they want. and then they get passive agressive when you don’t instinctively feel what it is they want... and when you ask them “do you want this?”, they go like “FINALLY. i thought you’d never get there”. stop it. i know that you want people to understand you in a way that transcends words, but you can’t expect people to read your mind and then get disappointed when they don’t, thinking “oh if they loved me that much then they would’ve known that i really want chipotle for dinner :(” GIRL WHAT. COMMUNICATE YOUR NEEDS  

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