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azure-cherie · 1 year ago

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☀︎︎𝑃𝐴𝐶 : 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 ☀︎︎

Pile 1. Pile 2. Pile 3.

Hey there guys , I hope y'all are having a lovely time so for this PAC

THE CONCEPT is in this pile i call upon one of your ancestors to narrate a story from their life so that you can learn something from it or just get the Ancestral tea ☕ .

Reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated !!!!

Want a personal reading: Paid readings , Paid readings 2

Masterlist

Choose using your intuition, you can choose multiple and take what resonates and leave the rest . Since this is a general reading take what resonates and leave the rest .

Pile 1 :

My dear pile 1 , i hope you're doing well

Some charms for confirmations and messages: Maple leaf , moon , bicycle , trumpet , tortoise, panther , yantra symbol , peacock , camel , flower wings , infinity symbol, clown , lantern. Some numbers : might be age , year or era ; 5,1,6,5,7 ; some initials : K , L , I , Q .

Who will I be channeling : The Empress card they could be a very nourishing female who was well regarded in their family , they were a queen , princess , authority , they married rich . They were really a successful and kind women

They want to tell you a story about : Strength , how they were courageous

Once upon a time in your ancestry , born in either Mongolian , Chinese , French or Italian roots , your ancestors were regarded as inventors of something creative , they liked romance a lot , they wanted to keep the fire in themselves alive , they could be cavemen and drew various types of architectural plans , for some buildings , could be of Moroccan descent , you had a very big family , the head of the family was a very nice man , your ancestor was the head of the family as well , as the wife of your male ancestor , she also was a very creative person , made antiques and stored them , was regarded as one of the bad bitches of that era, and everyone wanted to marry her , though she broke many hearts she married your male ancestor , they lived really happily until there was some , war in your place and some things were burned down in your place or in your home , the fire could be symbolic as well , they were left with no choice then to sacrifice themselves . Either they sacrificed themselves or something that belongs to them . I think some of your family history also burned along with the fire , could be representative of also fury of old powerful people lurking into your family wellbeing .

Through the course of wheel of fortune ,there was a change because of a smart person in your bloodline who really finally crafted a way to rise again , this could be your ancestor herself or some other person from your family I get the vibe of the sister in law , or an aunt . Because of that you were capable , your ancestors could be into herbal medicine or Ayurveda . Your ancestors helped the poor a lot and conducted lots of charity . They either had a rabbit or a furry animal by their side , the pet was one of the legacies and the pet really protected , could be a dog as well , if cat they protected from spiritual attacks .

Your ancestors later became the leader of some organization , and they were some sort of vigilante and served everyone with justice , were one of the most powerful . One of the next generation male member sore really high and was regarded , they gave everyone a head start at creative potential , they rose again from what hurt them , they later settled in some colder place probably .

There could be some curse due to which your family went into hiding , because the son of the empress was a vigilante they rose again and built up after moving places , they brought lands and could be the family was travelling , that could mean some hippie ancestors for some of you , and it could also be someone wanted to move places , lastly your ancestor went on a spiritual journey , the empress went on a quest to find herself and was looking into a peaceful life

She wanted to tell you about this lesson of strength , that no matter what happens you should go on , also they wanted to tell you that if you want something good in life you must also leave something , to understand the value of sacrifice , despite the hardships she went on a quest , her main aim to wait was to see her family well and after she was done she was ready to leave , this story might also be about detachment .she wants to tell you that though everything is nice , if you feel you're missing something , you must go after it , and that’s how your soul will feel happy

Pile 2 :

My dear pile 2 , hope you're doing well

Some charms for confirmations and messages: Fox , mermaid tail , shell, angel, coconut tree , crescent moon , sun , kangaroo, wine bottle . Some numbers : might be age , year or era ; 7,2,9,2 ; some initials : R,U,O.

Who will I be channeling : Ace of swords ,could be a warrior , they were really courageous , free thinker .

They want to tell you a story about : Page of coins , of abundance of a bright future

Once upon a time there was a break in your family because of lot of disagreements , everyone fought each other or just left their own ways , this could be about middle eastern , desert areas , ancient India , Mediterranean , there was lot of conquest , here comes about your grandmother or just a women in your family who was a psychic , she wanted everyone to be together , that lead to the family coming back together because she made everyone thinking she was sick , they later came to know she wasn’t ,

She realized there was someone was casting a spell for your family to break apart , your ancestor already had the vibe , and they worked hard to let it into their heads , might have conducted an uncrossing spell to get rid of the damage , the spell came from a family member who was obsessed with money and wanted to keep everything to themselves , your ancestor wanted to keep everyone safe and happy , and because of their good deeds things were right , there were minor issues but because your grandmother was so observant and a psychic , the family didn’t break and was happy . They kept lot of optimism.

They wanted to tell you this because you are having self-doubts about your abilities or judging people without knowing the whole story , listen more to your intuition , you're reaching conclusions without thinking and analyzing things properly and they wanted to let you know that . I picked another card , so they tell you to take rest and not think too much .

This is actually really cool because I was about to start pile 3 but I couldn't remember the image , haha they want to tell you one more story woah , this could either be for the same group or this story might not be for you , use your intuition

This is about a situation where they had both of their hands tied , they were people putting allegations onto them and they wanted to about sometimes to get forward you'll have to lose something , you have to work hard and put all in , you shouldn’t run , things may become severe but know that youre stronger , don’t run away , you must hope for the best because only then it comes to you , being emotionally connected is a blessing , never take your own emotions for granted

They served a king or a higher authority could've worked as warriors or oracles of their place , they were considered very courageous , this could also be someone from Salem witch trials , there's lot of fire as well as witch symbolism , so I feel this could be it , they revolted a lot against the men who were capturing them . There was someone who was so in love with your ancestors and tried to save her , she tried and got away though it was painful , they came together and lived happily ever after , this story could also go about some Brazilian , Hawaiian , ancestry .

They wanted to tell you this as a sign that hope can be found even after most gut wrenching times .

Pile 3 :

My dear pile 3 hope you're doing well

Some charms for confirmations and messages: fish , elephant, gun , cap , shell , infinity symbol, witch , cat . Some numbers : might be age , year or era ; 9,8,2 ; some initials : M, A . Please check pile 2 if you were drawn

Who will I be channeling: Knight of wands adventurous, enigmatic person

They want to tell you a story about : The Sun , of fame and dignity

Once upon a time there was someone who was a miser and wanted your ancestor to be wed off , just so they could get rid of your ancestor , they thought your ancestor was a crooked person , who wanted to be reckless all the time , they didn’t appreciate your ancestors free spirit at all , the guardian showed they were happy but they wanted to destroy the life of your ancestor , your ancestors might have been kept hostage or had an evil step parent for some of you .

Someone could have died or poisoned , the husband of your ancestor was very supportive , the guardian didn’t like it , someone might have told that to your guardian , or higher authority , only to cut the wings of your ancestor , she yet lived with happiness because she was actively practicing freedom and was loved and supported by her husband , I think she wanted to be in a higher position , in education or in the swordsmanship sector , this could go back to Europe , in the renaissance period , haha your reading is reminding me of the anime called " Arte " .

She was shown love because fate turned her life around This reminds me of " My happy marriage " (anime).

There could be a lot of jealousy shown to her by the men around, the neighbor's , but your ancestor was always rising higher , there could be someone who sabotaged her telling her that she's a bad person , she payed no mind to them , she became one of the greatest of her times , swordsman , merchant . This could also be in the education sector , they became highly educated , just saw 333 might be significant to you .

They were abundant and happy , they later became a teacher in their sector , kids loved them a lot , probably rose to nobility , were honored as a survivor and a riser .

They want to tell you this story to make you believe in the power of love , though its mostly about bravery her husband helped her get through a lot of it , she wants to show how if you take a chance in love , love can be good for you . Though her arranged marriage was scary things turned out for the better so will it turn out for you , keep the belief , I got one more card , they also wanted you to let go of your mentality that everything will go bad trust that good things will happen to you , if you hit the rock bottom you can only go higher do what you need to do

The back of the deck is Empress , how sweet is it that the pile 1 started with empress and you're finishing at it , you come from line of very powerful women who worked so much for their dreams they're always here for you just call upon them . I see 555 as I conclude can be significant for you.

Thank you so much for reading have a great day/night 🧡

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m0llygunn · 1 year ago

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Rockstar's Daughter (eddie munson x fem!reader one-shot)

Summary: Pulling Eddie into your responsibility-less dreamland, you get upset when he has to leave you to get back to 'reality'. When he comes back with a surprise for you, you grant him a very special reward.

Contents: 18+! smut, mature language, oral (m receiving), p in v sex (unprotected), creampie, dead rockstar father, porn with plot. Takes place in early 2000s, eddie and r in their early 20s. a/n: Yesterday was my birthday so I spent my lazy morning today writing this for you guys! I also hit 200 followers yesterday- which is exceptionally cool and soso crazy because I only started posting less than a month ago. Thank you for all the interactions on my other stories, I would love for feedback so I can write more of what you guys like! Ty again and enjoy!! This is inspired by the movie Uptown Girls, which is my favourite movie ever (thus the username lol). wc: 4.2k+

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“What? You wanted to fuck the rockstars daughter so you could go home and tell all your little friends? Is that it?” You spit, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No! That’s not— that’s not what I was trying to do.” He says, pulling the hem of his shirt down before untucking his hair from the neckline.

“So what were you trying to do?” You ask, watching as he pulls his shoes on. He finishes putting them on, omitting from tying them before standing up straighter, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. He looks into your eyes deeply and you can tell he’s trying to choose his words wisely.

“I like you. I just— I can’t live in your dreamland. I have 4 gigs this week and I already missed practice. Plus, I have a meeting tomorrow and I haven’t prepared for it at all, and I haven't even had a chance to call my band mates back.” He says, growing more uptight as he continues in his long list of abandoned responsibilities.

“Leave.” You say, shrugging his grip off. His eyes flash hurt before his mouth presses shut firmly, clenching his jaw. He brings a hand to his face, rubbing at his chin before opening his mouth again.

“I just need to go back to the real world for a few days, sorry I can’t stay here and live in your fairytale forever.” He says, adding too much attitude and contest for your liking.

You cross the apartment, opening the front door, motioning with your arm for him to leave.

Closing the distance between the two of you, he stops in front of you, eyes meeting yours once again.

“I’ll call you.” He says, features turning soft.

“Don’t bother, I would hate to taint your sense of reality.” You retort.

“I’ll call you.” He says firmer. He steps forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking at you. You don’t say anything in response.

With a soft nod, Eddie leaves and you shut the door behind him with a long sigh.

You met Eddie at a party. Running in the music crowd because of who your father was, your friend is a music producer and manager. He had found Eddie at some dingy dive bar performing and swore up and down that his band was gonna be the next best thing in music and because of that, he brought Eddie along to the party to introduce him to Reggie Records, owner of big time music label, RR Music.

As soon as you saw Eddie, you knew you had to have him. There was just something about him that demanded your attention and once he had it, there was no losing it.

Then before you knew it, he was over at your apartment.

It was 4 days of uninterrupted time with Eddie. He calls it a ‘dreamland’ or a ‘fairytale’, you call it life. Life is precious and gone in a blink of an eye, you’re gonna live your life how you want to.

Your father was a rockstar. After a fatal accident, he became nothing more than a memory. A memory that left you, young and broken hearted, stranded amongst a crowd of grownups, forcing you to grow up.

Growing up was too scary though, so you never did. Through your childhood and into your teen years, you daydreamed about running away, living amongst other dreamers with no responsibilities where nothing could hurt you. When you were off on your own, you got your apartment and turned it into your sanctuary. A place where you could live happily ever after.

You get where Eddie’s coming from. Your friends never fail to tell you how disconnected you are, but it’s easier this way. It’s easier to live in a world where all you have to do is hang out with friends, shop, order in, and call maid services. But all that aside, the easiest thing was the last 4 days you spent with Eddie. With your intuition never faltering, he’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more. And that’s why the fight transpired when he finally had to face reality and leave you behind.

He left you in your dreamland. Left you to return to your responsibility-less life, fantasizing through your days and partying through your nights. A rockstar's daughter through and through, just without the rockstar father.

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You’ve spent the last week and a half groveling in your own pity. Your friend had come over to cheer you up but she ended up mostly just nagging you about cleaning up and doing something else besides wasting your time away, hung up on a boy.

You had given yourself a pep talk that morning, vowing to drop him from your mind. You took a shower, got ready and were about to leave your apartment for the first time in a week when your phone ringing interrupted you.

“Hey, it’s Eddie.” His low voice vibrating on the other end of the line.

“Eddie who?” You say, remembering how he said he’d call, yet it took him 11 days to do so.

“Don’t be like that.”

“Eddie who?” You say harshly.

“Munson.” He says with a deep sigh.

“Oh, the Eddie who lives in ‘the real world’?” You retort.

“Sure.” He says, sighing again. “Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner?”

“Why?”

“I told you, I like you.” He says and your heart patters in your chest. You pause, gathering your thoughts. Sure, you spend the last almost 2 weeks of your life wallowing in your own self-pity over him, but you’re not about to let him off the hook like that just because he says he likes you.

“You got a funny way of showing it.” You say, lamely.

“So dinner? Tonight? How’s 7 sound?” He proceeds, ignoring your comment entirely.

“Eddie—.” You start but he interrupts you.

“I’ll pick you up. We can go to that place near you that we ordered from, the one you said you like.”

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A knock at the door pulls you away from your vanity. You’re infamously running late as usual, which normally you’d feel no particular way about, but since Eddie already thinks you’re living in some made up fantasy world, you're struck with a sense of embarrassment.

“Hey, beautiful.” Eddie greets as you open the door.

“Eddie.” You say indifferently.

“I would ask if you’re ready but…” he laughs, motioning up to the roller in the front of your hair and down to the dressing robe you’re wearing.

“Eddie, I’m running a little late, please hold off on the hurtful jokes.” You say, widening the door for him to come in.

“No jokes, got it.” He says, pulling you into him with a hand around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

With your belly dipping in nerves, when he lets you go you turn around, walking back to your room. Silently, he trails along after you, taking a seat on your bed.

“We got an ETA?” He asks.

“No jokes I said.”

“S’not a joke, pretty girl, it’s a question.” He says, smiling at you through your vanity mirror. His smile spreads from ear to ear, his eyes twinkling in the lowlights of your room.

“You’re in a good mood.” You say, pulling the rollers out of your hair.

“We’re celebrating tonight.” He says, sitting up straighter, eyes still glued to your reflection.

“Celebrating?” You question, turning in your seat to look at him directly rather than just through the mirror.”

“We got signed.” He says, dimples setting deep on his cheeks.

“Seriously?” You exclaim, feeling your heart skip a beat. Eddie smiles bigger and you can’t help your own smile spreading on your face.

“Seriously. We had the meeting yesterday, and it went fan-fucking-tastic.” He smiles, eyes beaming with excitement. “Then they called this morning and sent over the paperwork. We’re signed.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You shriek, standing up and bounding for him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hug him with all your force, pressing your chest to his.

“Between ‘Eddie who?’ and ‘Eddie who lives in the real world’, it didn’t exactly fit into the conversation on the phone.” He laughs, buckling under your weight and falling back onto the mattress.

“Are you kidding? You got signed, Eddie, that fits into every conversation.” You say, pulling back to look at him, gleaming with your own excitement. “I’m so happy for you.” You say, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you.” He mutters shyly. “So that’s why we’re celebrating.” He says excitedly, still smiling when you pull back to look at him again.

“And you wanted to celebrate with me?” You ask, pouting, your lower lip jetting out.

“Absolutely, which reminds me, I have something to show you.” He says, shifting under you, pulling a CD out of his jacket.

“A CD?” You question curiously, still smiling.

“Yeah… the day after I left here, we had a meeting and they wanted something different— you know, to hear some diversity in our sound.” He says, eyes flickering down to the CD in his hands, nervously fumbling with it. “I had already kind of started working on this the night before, and… this is the song that got us signed.” He says, exhaling before redirecting his gaze back to you with a shy smile. You raise your brows.

“New song?” You ask quietly, feeling a buzz of excitement but winding it back due to Eddie’s growing shy nature.

“New song.” He confirms, smile deepening.

You take the CD from him, sitting us quickly and rushing to your CD player on the shelf. He follows after you, leaning against your dresser while you start up the disc.

“Now, before you start it, I think I should tell you the name of the song.” He says playfully, a hint of a sly taunt in his voice, shyness put on the back burner.

“Okay, tell me the name.” You laugh.

“Rockstar’s Daughter.”

Your jaw drops in surprise.

“It’s about me?” You ask, eyes going wide.

“The one and only.” He smiles.

Throwing yourself in Eddie’s arms, squeezing him tightly around his neck, he squeezes you back around your waist.

“Okay, okay. Play it, I want you to hear it.” He laughs. You keep squeezing him so he turns, stepping you both closer so that he can hit play on your CD player.

Still hanging off of Eddie, music trickles from the CD player. It starts off slow, with a gentle acoustic guitar, way different from everything else he’s played you.

When the lyrics come in, you are nearly swept clean off your feet from Eddie’s gentle voice. It’s a ballad, working up as the song builds on.

When the words 'Rockstar's Daughter’ sing out, you point to yourself, cheeks tight with your smile being so big.

“Me?” You whisper to Eddie.

“You.” He whispers back with a nod. You squeeze him tighter in your arms.

The lyrics continue, listening intently, and you laugh when he starts describing your ‘fairytale dreamland’ and how he wants to stay there forever.

The song starts to build up and so does the beating of your heart. Looking at Eddie, his eyes are bubbling with amusement, sparkling as he watches you. Your eyes trailing lower, his lips are plump and inviting.

You squeeze him tighter once again before bringing your lips to his.

You kiss him fervently, all of your happy emotions bubbling up at once. He brings his hand up to your jaw, his mouth working against yours with just as much passion. Opening your mouth, he’s quick to lick into you, tongue gentle at first as it caresses yours.

“I love the song.” You mumble against his mouth. You feel his lips turn up at the corners.

“It’s not even done yet.” He says, laughing softly, returning to the kiss immediately. You continue kissing him until it comes to an end, music fading out.

“Restart it.” You mumble, when the song stops completely.

Still kissing you, Eddie turns your body as he attempts to restart the song. His mouth falters against yours for a moment while he figures out your CD player, but he eventually gets it, the track restarting from the top.

You pull away from him, hitting the little loop button before grabbing his hand and pulling him to the edge of your bed.

You seamlessly untie your dressing robe, letting it fall to the floor, revealing your naked body.

Eddie’s eyes widen, his jaw slacking as his eyes roam over you.

“Thought you didn’t like my ‘fairytale dreamland’?” You tease.

“Never said that.” He replies, swallowing thickly.

You bring your hands to his shoulders, pulling his jacket down from the collar, letting it drop to the floor.

“You kind of did.” You reply.

“I love your little world here in your apartment. I would stay in it forever if I could.” He says, eyes flickering to yours. You grasp onto the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and when he lifts his arms you pull it over his head. His hair cascades down, resting back onto his bare shoulders as you drop the material to the floor.

“You could.” You reply, hands trailing over his chest.

“I wouldn’t have written this song if I stayed.” He replies, bringing a hand to your cheek, holding it tenderly, warm eyes staring into yours.

“The song’s pretty good.” You say, hearing his voice sing in the background of your conversation.

“Pretty good?” He smiles, raising a brow.

“Really good.” You smile back.

“Good. I’m glad you like it.” He says. You let your eyes trail down his face again, traveling further downwards until stopping at his tattoo over his heart.

“I love it.” You whisper, pressing a chaste kiss to the edge of the inked design.

“S’all for you. Every word.” He says, weaving his hand into your hair gently. You press more kisses onto his chest, traveling back up until you're kissing up his neck.

“I love every word of it.” You whisper, punctuating your sentiment with a wet kiss under his ear. You let your hands fall to his belt line, taking the cold metal into your grip, working at getting it open.

“I missed you. It’s hard out there in the real world.” He says teasingly. You smile, pulling away from his neck to look at him.

“Really? You should bring me out there sometime.” You tease back.

“Was trying to, but uh— don’t know if we’ll make it to dinner now.” He says, lowering his eyes to where your hands have paused on his belt.

You pull the buckle loose, undoing his pants before he dips his face to you, pressing kisses along your cheek, down your jaw, craning his neck to press kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

You pull him by the loops of his pants closer to the bed, making him sit on the edge before you pull at his pants. He lifts his hips, allowing for you to tug them down and discard them on the floor, his boxers following suit.

You settle on your knees in front of him and the song restarts from the beginning again.

“You gonna make me listen to my own song?” He laughs.

“Listen to your own song while I suck your dick? Yes.” You say keeping an air of innocence in your voice, all while looking up at him through your lashes.

“Really?” He laughs again, eyes fanning from your face down to where your hands connect with his thighs.

“You wrote it about me, I can do whatever I want with it.” You purr. You take his hardening cock in your hands, running your fist down it before kitten licking the tip.

“Fuck— yeah you can.” He groans, his length kicking up under your grasp. You spit on the head, spreading the wetness downwards.

When he’s wet enough, you bring your fist up and down before bringing your mouth back to his length, pressing a kiss right onto the flushing tip.

“Missed you, Eddie.” You say sweetly, taking the tip into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck gently as first.

“Shit, missed you too.” He gasps, voice getting strangled in his chest. You swirl your tongue around his tip before flattening it, taking him further into your mouth.

You twist your wrists, running your hands up and down his length, bobbing your head shallowly. He’s quickly a moaning mess in your grasp, and you feel yourself growing hotter, clenching your thighs for relief.

You remove one hand, taking him deeper in your mouth and he brings his hand to the side of your face, pushing your hair out of the way. You lean into his hold and he gets the hint, guiding you up and down.

You pull up, taking a breath, strings of spit still connecting you to him, before diving back down. You remove your second hand from his length, relaxing your throat and letting him glide right in, his hand on your head holding you there, his cock pressed against the back of your throat.

“F-fuck. Feels so good, baby.” He groans, eyes squeezing shut. His hand lets up on the back of your head just as you feel your lungs tightening, and you rise sputtering for air, catching your breath.

“Wanna ride you, Eddie.” You whine, unable to ignore the pulsing of desire between your legs for any longer.

“C’mon baby. Come ride me.” He says breathily, offering you a hand up. As you rise, he pulls you onto the bed before using his arms to scootch himself to the headboard, leaning against it.

He offers you his hand and you take it, stabilizing yourself as you swing your leg over his hips.

Moving your hand to his chest, you use your other hand to guide his length to your entrance.

Sinking down onto him, a harmonized moan leaves both of your lips, the soft strum of the song restarting once again still playing in the background.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna write a song about your pussy next.” He groans lowly, making you laugh softly.

“Yeah? What’re you gonna write about it?” You ask, through a heavy breath.

“How fucking good it is. So tight, hugging my cock so perfectly.”

“Can't wait to hear it.” You moan, as you lift your hips from his, lowering yourself back down slowly.

“Your pussy was made for me. S’fucking perfect.” He says, bringing his hands to your hips, helping you continue to lift yourself off of him.

You start at a slow pace, working yourself up and down, taking his full length right down to his base. You feel your belly grow antsy, needing more, and you start grinding yourself against him after each sink, your clit rubbing perfectly against him.

“Fuck, Eddie. Your cock feels so good, fills me up so good.” You moan out, dropping your head to rest against his chest. With one arm, he pulls you closer to him. He lifts you enough for his hips to shift under you, helping you by meeting you halfway with each of your movements as your legs start to grow tired.

You keep going, thighs pushing you up and down on his cock until they burn, aching for relief. His hips make up for your tiredness, still continuing to buck up into you.

“Want me to take over, baby? Fuck you just how you like it?” He rasps, hand rubbing up and down your back as his hips start to slow.

“Please, Eddie. Need you to.” You whimper.

He helps you lift up off of him. Taking your hips in his hands, he starts moving you to shift onto your hands and knees but you place a hand over his chest, motioning for him to pause. Over the four days at your apartment, he discovered that he could pull the best orgasms from you like that, but you stop him, wanting to be on your back this time.

“Want to see you, Eddie.” You say, voice coming out in a whine.

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” He says, pressing a kiss to your lips. His mouth works against yours as he helps you lower to the bed, head hitting the pillow softly as he hovers over you.

When he pulls away from the kiss, he maneuvers your legs, taking them in his hands by your knees, hiking them up as you spread them out for him.

“Look at your pretty pussy. You look so beautiful laid out like this for me.” He whispers huskily.

“Better write that down for your new song.” You whisper back, making his lips quirk up into a smile, huffing softly.

He brings his hand down to your core, letting his thumb stroke the expanse of your slit, stopping at your clit.

“So fucking wet too.” He says under his breath.

“All for you, Eddie.” You whisper, canting your hips for more friction.

He starts rubbing his thumb in little circles on your clit making you gasp.

“Please, Eddie. Need you inside.” You whine, hips bucking as he presses harshly on your clit just to watch you squirm.

“Perfect pussy.” He groans under his breath, taking his glistening cock in his hand, lining up with your sopping hole.

When he pushes in, you hum happily feeling him stretch you open.

He presses into you deeply, knowing exactly how you like it already. The head of his cock drags against your sweet spot as he pulls out and it has you chorusing moans, accompanying the build up of his song still playing in the background.

“Sound so pretty, baby.” He rasps, breath catching in his throat as he pushes back into you quicker, balls slapping against your ass.

“You sound so pretty.” You breathe, starting to get lost in the pleasure but trying to hold onto the faint singing of his voice coming from across the room.

You feel your belly start to tense, and when he returns his thumb to your clit your breathing turns into harsh little pants.

“Just like that, Eddie. Feels so good.” You whimper.

His thrusting continues, getting faster and harder, building up with the volume of your moans. Your belly grows impossibly tight, euphoria threatening to spill.

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours binds perfectly with the gentle instruments in the song, perfectly complimenting the moans and whimpers coming from Eddie as he pounds into you.

You feel yourself getting close and rapture quickly boils over, not even giving you a chance to tell Eddie.

Every beautiful cascading symphony slowly fades in your ears as your pleasure bursts, tightened belly exploding with ecstasy, all thoughts leaving your head as Eddie carries you through your orgasm.

“Fuck— fuck. Just squeezing my cock, baby.” He groans, thrusts starting to go sloppy. “Gonna cum, g-gonna—” He grunts, cock pressing deeply into you as his cum shoots inside, painting your walls pearly white. His hips jerk and stutter as he works himself through his own orgasm, and you slowly recover from your own.

When his hips come to a halt, you reach out your arms, beckoning for him to come to you, to press his chest to your own and feel his body on top of yours. He complies, arms caging around you, lowering himself as gently as he can.

As soon as he settles against you, the crescendo of the song in the background comes to an end, fading to silence, like a perfectly timed soundtrack.

When it restarts again, you can’t help but laugh.

“I love my song.” You say, exhaling with a happy sigh.

“Fuck— can’t wait for you to hear the next one I’m gonna write.” He laughs softly.

You hum quietly to yourself feeling beyond content. If this is some fairytale dreamland, so be it. You have a beautiful man here with you, writing you lovey ballads.

“You doing anything the next couple of days?” He asks, popping his head up from your chest.

“Why?” You ask, a smile already rising on your lips.

“Gotta a few days off until we start recording more stuff.”

“Yeah?” You question, willing him to continue. He uses his arms to push himself up enough to see you better.

“I was thinking…” He starts, brows rising to hide under his messy bangs. “If you’ll have me, I’d love to spend them with you? Maybe we can go out and do stuff too? Like the date I wanted to take you on?” He says, voice going timid and smile turning sheepish as he progresses in his proposal.

You purse your lips, letting your eyes wander the room as you pretend to think it over. When you focus back on Eddie, his eyes bleed a faint nervousness.

“I’m going to keep that song on repeat, just so you know.” You say, grinning as you look up at him. He smiles back, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Does fairytale dreamland have a new soundtrack?” He teases.

“Yes.” You reply firmly, before pulling him to your lips, kissing him.

Not only does fairytale dreamland have a new soundtrack, it seems to have a new willing resident too.

⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆₊ ⊹

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic

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wongyuseokie · 2 years ago

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Count for Me | c.s.c

Summary: You’re unsure what to get your boyfriend for Valentine’s. Thankfully, he has a plan, and you might just be very spent after giving him exactly what he wants.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works Word Count: 2454 words Pairings: Seungcheol x Female Reader Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: PWP. Smut & Fluff Content Warnings: Smut, fluff. Seungcheol is a dom and wears a suit. Yes, that’s a warning. I’m not sure exactly what else to put, except this is just pure filth. Mentions of Seungcheol’s toned body because that’s its separate warning. Cuddling and bath time fluff.

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, overstimulation, hard dom! Seungcheol, use of sex toys, oral (male & female receiving). Squirting, fingering, blindfolds, collars, handcuffs. Spanking? Deep throating, cum swallowing. Creampie. Slight degradation? Multiple orgasms, to the point of it being lowkey spent. Lolol.

Authors Note: This was written for a Valentine's Day Fic Exchange for my ever-so-lovely @missgeniality. Ilysm, it's been an absolute pleasure getting to torture you with Seungcheol thirst traps and making you simp for him the way I do. Hehe. Authors Note 2: Thank you to @here4btsfics, as always, for beta'ing and helping me out with this fic, that too on Christmas ilysm 💕!! Thank you also to @darlingvernon for reading over this and giving me feedback. ILY and ty for thirst traps.

“Seungcheol, baby, what do you want for Valentine’s Day?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's toned torso. Seungcheol smiled as he clasped his hand over yours.

“Princess, I have everything and more. What more could I possibly want?” You sighed against his broad shoulders, humming as you thought about what to get him. Seungcheol grinned as he turned around to face you, his hands on your waist, pulling you into his bare chest. His hand trailed along your spine, making you shiver, and his hand wrapped around your nape.

“Princess, I have one present in mind, but baby, I need you to be honest in your response.” You nodded.

“What is it?” Seungcheol’s grin grew.

“I want to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk. I want to cuff your wrists behind your back. I want you on your knees and a collar around your pretty little neck, one with a chain so I can pull on it, princess. Oh, and I want you to call me daddy.” You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Tomorrow evening, princess, be ready.”

The following evening, you had spent the last hour exfoliating, shampooing, and shaving. You wanted to be clean and soft for Seungcheol, wearing a lace bra and underwear when Seungcheol entered the room.

Seungcheol was wearing a black suit; he smiled when he saw you.

“Lie down, princess,” Seungcheol said, his voice low, and you nodded, lying down on the bed. Seungcheol grabbed your ankles and spread your legs apart. You felt two cold cuffs clamp around your ankles, one cuff on your foot and one around the bedpost. You propped yourself up on your elbows and saw Seungcheol undressing down to trousers; you drooled at seeing his naked torso.

“Baby,” you mewled, and a sharp slap to your cunt made you buck.

“That’s daddy to you,” Seungcheol said. His eyes were piercing, his voice making you gulp.

“Sorry, daddy,” you apologised, making Seungcheol groan, his cock hardening at the nickname.

“Safeword, sweet girl?”

“Peaches.”

“Good girl, time for daddy to have fun with you,” Seungcheol said as he pulled your arms together and cuffed them together.

“Simple rules, princess. You do not touch me unless I tell you to. Address me as anything other than daddy, and you won’t cum. Understood?” You nodded, already feeling yourself grow wet at his words.

Seungcheol left the room, and when he returned, he had a few things in his hands. He placed a silk blindfold on you, making you feel as if all your senses were heightened at losing your vision. You heard Seungcheol move, and you felt him sit between your spread legs. Seungcheol moved his hands up your body until they landed on your breasts, massaging and fiddling with the lace material; he pulled down the lace fabric to reveal your breasts and hardened nipples. He bent down and wrapped his plush lips around your nipple while his hand massaged the other breast. Seungcheol loved your breasts; every time you wore a tight shirt, he ended up fucking you no matter where you were; he’d find a place.

Countless moans and sighs left your lips as Seungcheol’s ministrations had you in complete and utter bliss. You felt Seungcheol move his mouth away from your breast. When he latched on your nipple again, you felt a cold sensation as Seungcheol sucked on your nipples with an ice cube in his mouth. You tried to move to feel his mouth on your nipples further; however, the cuffs rendered that attempt useless. Seungcheol dragged the ice cube down to your stomach before throwing it away.

Seungcheol moved his hands to your lace panties, ripping them at the crotch, groaning when he saw how wet and swollen you were. “All this for me, baby?” You nodded, “Yes, daddy. All for you.” Seungcheol smirked, hearing how desperate you were, how you practically begged; it shot straight to his painfully hard erection.

Seungcheol ran his long fingers along your swollen cunt, each stroke parting your wet folds, making you whimper as he gently grazed your folds. “Daddy, please, more.” You breathed out, “gladly, pretty girl.” Seungcheol nodded, not that you could see.

Seungcheol moved his fingers away from your cunt and collected another ice cube. He ran the ice cube along your wet pussy, several times until he fixed it onto your swollen clit, running it in circular motions on your clit. Seungcheol kept rubbing until the ice cube melted on your cunt.

“Daddy, please. I’m so close.”

“you’ve been such a good girl; let me make you cum,” he hummed as he circled his fingers on your clit, making you cum, and shake.

“Count.”

You gulped, trying to catch your breath, “one.”

Seungcheol pulled the blindfold off you, smiling at your fucked out state.

“What’s your lucky number again, princess?” You glared at him. You know he didn’t forget and were fucked for picking eight as your lucky number.

“I seem to have forgotten.”

“Eight,” you muttered, and Seungcheol grinned.

“Seven more orgasms, pretty girl. We’ve only just begun.” Seungcheol said, and you felt your cunt clench at his words.

Seungcheol undid the cuffs on your wrists and legs, rubbing and kissing where the cuffs sat on your skin.

Seungcheol undressed and laid down next to you, his feet at your head, and tapped your thigh, and you knew what he meant. You crawled onto him, your wet cunt on his mouth while your hands and mouth found his hardened length. Seungcheol wrapped his lips around your clit, and started to suck. You almost forgot about his erection until you felt a harsh slap on your ass.

“Suck me off, baby girl, make daddy cum,” Seungcheol instructed, and you moaned as you took Seungcheol into your mouth. He was thick and long, and it was easy to gag on his length in this position, but you liked the feeling of choking on him. It made you delirious and turned you on even more.

You ran your tongue along the side of his shaft, making him hiss. Another slap to your ass made you moan.

“Don’t you fucking tease me.” You nodded and took his length in your mouth, moaning at his taste; you sucked, circled your tongue on his tip, tasting his arousal and moaning. You always thought he tasted so good. You moved your mouth down, deep-throating his length. Seungcheol bucked his hips into you. You ran your hands along until you reached his balls and started to massage them.

You moaned around Seungcheol’s cock as he pushed his tongue inside your cunt. Your moans kept vibrating against Seungcheol’s length, making him whine and whimper. You felt him still suddenly as he spilled his release inside you. He groaned against your cunt as he came into your mouth. The vibrations of his groans pulsated against your clit, making you shake and cum onto his tongue. You kept sucking and swallowing his release; he whined in overstimulation as you kept sucking on his now over-sensitive tip.

Seungcheol slapped your ass, making you take his cock out of your mouth and fall back next to him.

“Did my baby enjoy daddy’s tongue?” You nodded as Seungcheol got up and started searching your drawers. He pulled out a purple dildo; it could penetrate you and stimulate your clit.

Seungcheol rolled his eyes, “pretty girl. You remember your lucky number, right? What number are we at now?

“Two.”

“Good girl, I get to make you cum six more times,” Seungcheol noted, and you felt your cunt clench around nothing at his words. Seungcheol pushed the toy inside you, your back arching. He positioned the clit stimulator on yours and turned the toy on, showing you no mercy as he kept you moaning as the toy thrusts in and out of you.

“Does this toy feel better than daddy, princess?” You shook your head no. Seungcheol pulled the toy out of you, making you whine, and slapped your clit.

“Answer me.” You whimpered as you felt his fingers tracing your swollen clit.

“No, daddy.” You breathed out.

“With the way you’re moaning, I’d think the toy is better than I am.”

You furiously shook your head, “nothing is better than your cock, daddy.” You thrashed about as Seungcheol kept rubbing your clit.

“Really?” Seungcheol said, moving his fingers away from your clit, making you whine.

“Please, daddy, please let me cum.” Seungcheol smirked.

“Oh princess, I love when you beg.” Seungcheol placed the toy back inside you and leaned down to wrap his full lips around your clit, sucking and licking the swollen nub. You started to shake as you came. Seungcheol pulled out the toy and pushed his tongue inside you. Moaning as he tasted your sweet release, you fisted your hands in his hair, tugging as he licked you out.

You felt a sharp slap on your clit, making you buck your hips, “count,” Seungcheol demanded.

“Three.” Seungcheol smiled, placed a kiss on your swollen cunt and moved away.

“Off the bed and on your knees, princess,” Seungcheol instructed, and you shakily got off the bed and got onto the floor on your knees.

“Safeword?” Seungcheol asked as he gently cupped your face in his hands.

“Peaches.” He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss.

“Good girl.” Seungcheol grabbed a leather collar with a metal chain and placed it on your neck. He pushed a smaller, but insanely powerful vibrator inside your cunt, “you’re going to suck me off, and that vibrator is going to make you cum. This chain is just to ensure that your lovely mouth doesn’t move away from my cock, understood?” You nodded.

Seungcheol turned the vibrator to its highest setting and walked back until he sat on a chair. He motioned for you to come over. “Crawl to me, princess.” You whimpered. The vibrator was already starting to stimulate you, and crawling to him made you dizzy with lust. You crawled until you reached Seungcheol.

You wrapped your hands around his thick length and your lips around his tip. You started by sucking the end of his cock, red and dripping in precum. You swiped your tongue against it and took him into your mouth. You felt Seungcheol yank on your chain, making you choke around his cock, and making you pull off cock.

“Don’t you dare tease me.”

You nodded as Seungcheol let go of the chain and wrapped your lips around his thick length, sucking and moaning as you deep throat him. You began to whimper, moaning around his cock as the vibrator kept moving inside your cunt. You stilled as you came and started to massage his balls, anything to ensure that your orgasm didn’t entirely consume you.

“Did you cum, princess?” Seungcheol asked, his voice low and staring at you with half-lidded eyes; you pulled your mouth off his dick just to answer him for a second.

“Yes.”

Seungcheol nodded, “how many does that make?” he asked with a smirk.,

“Four.”

Seungcheol nodded, “get up,” you did as he asked. Seungcheol stood up and pulled the collar off you; he placed soft kisses on the tender skin, making you smile. Seungcheol reached down to pull out the vibrator; he brought the metal device to your lips.

“Open. Taste yourself, princess.”

You opened your mouth and licked the toy until you had cleaned it. Seungcheol groaned at the sight, “fucking hell.” Seungcheol pushed you back onto the bed and climbed on top of you. He lifted your legs onto his broad shoulders and pushed himself inside you.

“Fucking hell.” You wailed. You were so incredibly sensitive, and his length inside of you felt too much and too good simultaneously as he started to thrust.

“Fucking hell, baby, you are so fucking tight.” Seungcheol moved his hand down to your clit, and rubbed as he pounded into you.

“Daddy, please, I can’t.” Seungcheol slapped your clit before resuming his thrusts.

“You picked eight as your lucky number. Don’t complain.” You moaned as he kept fucking you. You felt something snap inside you, thrashing about until you came around his cock, clenching. Seungcheol continued to fuck you through your orgasm until he came inside you.

“Number, princess?”

You felt tears of pleasure running down your face, “five.”

Seungcheol smiled, “you’ve been so good for daddy, baby.” You whimpered and moaned; you were a mess.

Seungcheol pulled out gently. He moved down your body and to your cunt. Seungcheol pushed his tongue inside you and licked you until he had cleaned his release out of you, making you cum again.

“Number?”

As your eyes rolled back in pleasure, you sighed, “six.” You tried to pull away from his grip, but his arm wrapped around your thighs, making it impossible for you to do so. Seungcheol kept licking your swollen and felt folds, his lips massaging your throbbing cunt. He kept licking until you came again. You felt a harsh slap on your clit, making you curl up and whimper.

“Daddy, I can’t.” You whimpered again as you felt your seventh orgasm consume you entirely.

Seungcheol gently held your face. “Hey, hey. Are you okay? I can stop.”

Your heart swelled at his concern. “We’re at seven, daddy. Just one more, please fuck me, daddy.” You whispered, and Seungcheol felt his cock harden at your tone. Your heart melted at his concern. Seungcheol flipped you onto your hands and knees and pushed his cock inside you; you fell forward as he did so. Seungcheol caught you and held you up as your legs gave way.

You were tight, and his length would split you in half at this rate. Seungcheol pounded into you; there was no rhyme or rhythm to his movements; he wanted you to cum. You suddenly wailed as your legs gave way, and you squirted hard, pushing his cock out of you. You shuddered and shook at the orgasm that consumed you. Seungcheol smirked.

“Princess, you squirted for daddy, good girl.” You nodded, not knowing what you agreed to; you were fucked out. “On your knees, princess.” You tried to protest but shakily got on your knees as Seungcheol started stroking himself.

“Open, swallow daddy’s cum.” You nodded, and Seungcheol stroked and pushed his cock into your mouth, his grip tightening on your hair as he came to your mouth. His warmth coating your throat. Seungcheol gently pulled out of your mouth.

You whimpered and nodded as you fell back on the bed. Seungcheol smiled at you and went to the bathroom. Moments later, he carried you to the bathroom and gently placed you into the tub. Seungcheol got in behind you and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Seungcheol smiled at you. “God, I’m so fucking glad that your lucky number is eight.”

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vitaminseetarot · 8 months ago

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Lenormand PAC: Messages From the Eclipsed Sun 🔆🌑😎

Sup y'all. Welcome to my lil end-of-March reading! Thank you for voting in the polls for April's next PAC topic for the 1 year special, which will be coming up next. Also thank you very, very much once again for participating in my 2nd tarot game! I'm still answering feedback and I'm glad so many of you enjoyed it as I did. I'm looking forward to the next game in summer (possibly a Midsummer game? 🧚‍♀️🐈🎶☀)

I was shuffling my Alchemy Elements deck and noticed that three random cards I pulled out were from the Sun suit (the four suits in this oracle are Moon, Sun, Star, and Earth). I had no topic in mind, so I allowed different mystery messages to come through. These light messages will be relevant to you as you pass through the new moon solar eclipse and all through the next lunar month.

Pick which one of the three sun cards resonates with you:

Flower 💐 Animal 🐎 River 🌊

Pile 1. Flower 💐

Gratitude, Bird of Paradise, Knowledge; Mountain, Astral Travel, Tower, Promise, Garden

The world outside is calling you, pile 1. You can't smell the roses blooming if you keep containing yourself under the roof. The beautiful days want you to explore and wander like a child discovering nature for the first time. Perhaps there are flowers you've never seen up close, maybe it's been a while since nature gave you new things to learn and marvel. Botanical gardens are filled with surprises, as are concrete cracks in the city.

Your hands seem too easily tied up in the working world, fulfilling task after task as if every day was meant to be the same. I see a person staring outside their cubicle, wondering when they'll find the time to make it to the park. Wondering when they'll be able to go to that fair, or practice surf lessons. Wondering, hoping, dreaming of the day when the walls can come down, and there will be no separation between daily life and the life filled with endless creative possibilities, waiting to be picked and weaved into crowns.

The path is neither just up ahead, nor light years away; it's right in front of you now. Accept the moment you find yourself in, even if it's impossible, because the surprises you are looking for are already surrounding you. It may feel like you have to climb far to see any hope of change, but you're asked to find stillness and beauty hidden within the climb. Even if you're not wandering through a field of wildflowers yet, there may be chance blossoms within your reach. Be thankful for the present peace you find. Ivy wraps around ivory walls; nature will find a way to you.

Wherever you intend to go, you may need to leave behind the opinions of others that don't help or encourage you. Let them have their perspectives, for they have their own paths to walk. You have yours waiting just outside the door. The light outside may overwhelm you, but it beckons you to appreciate what it has in store for you. So much more awaits you. But what you have today is just as beautiful.

Pile 2. Animal 🐎

Balance, Lenten Rose, Insight; Letter, Mirage, Heart, Bouquet, Moon

I hope the sun brings you brighter days, pile 2. There are friends (including animal friends!) who want to bask under the warm luminous skies with you. This time encourage us to stretch our arms out, walk with an extra skip, and enjoy what tomorrow has in store. However, there is anxiety keeping you held in, preventing you from racing ahead. You are being called to expand, move your body, and find ways to embrace joyful freedom more.

Before email and mail trucks were a thing, we had pony mail, which could take weeks to arrive to your mailbox. The information you're receiving doesn't match up to the reality you're soon living in. By the time you're reading the newspaper you have, another one will be on its way, contradicting the one in your hands. Reading over and over can help us feel ready to take on the world, but does it? Or is it keeping you in a loop of confirming news that confirms the news that conforms to the news you're expecting?

Newsflash: the most important place, the space that occurs before it's recorded in the papers, is the place your attention should focus on. If you can meet up with your friends in person, try hanging out with them outside of chatting online. Allow yourself to experience life alongside someone, to feel the wind in your hair as they drive; if you have a pet, spend an afternoon with them on a long walk. A friendly person who can help you desires connection.

Life is a mix of bright and sunny days, mixed with cloudy and rainy days. There are days to be serious and days to be goofy. There are times to stay at home online and times to go out with others. There are moments to feel sadness and worry, and moments of humor and happiness. Take it easy on yourself, pile 2, and whatever topic has you fixated on it, allow yourself the chance to step outside, walk away, and feel the light of the sun and moon on your face.

Pile 3. River 🌊

Desire, Cyclamen, Reminiscence; Tree, Protection, Animus, Star, Crossroads

It's okay to not know everything about your path ahead, pile 3. You may be figuring things out as you go along, without any set marker. You're being reminded that whatever path you take, things will turn out okay. Many twists and turns can make a long river, but you will be prepared. It's safe to keep moving in the flow with the currents. When the rolling waves seem slow and steady, it's best to ride along with it, for you have more time than you think to row through.

At times you may desire to keep your boat docked, unable to leave the shore and its many amenities. You may look back on what you used to love (or perhaps found addicting) and wish it were easier to wave it away. Don't be afraid to take souvenirs with you, to remind you of the good times you had. It'll make the transition smoother for when it's time to depart to your next destination. Big changes often require carrying things lightly.

Your north star is shining its beacon out to you. To find it, you must make it; to make it, you must find it. You must set your course by getting clear on where you most want to go. No one else can make this choice for you, for it's your unique trip. The map is with you, provided to you by years of experience and growth. There may be many different distractions, and it's okay to stop to them first just to explore instead of making it to the end goal right away. It's all part of your grand adventure, and the many secrets and surprises make it all the more exciting..

When there's a wish, there's a way. You have the drive within you to set sail towards your greatest yearning in life. Even if it doesn't seem it, you are able to channel the bravery and passion from within. When the skies are dark and you cannot navigate with the stars, you can look to the light beaming out from your soul to find your own way.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2024, @VitaminseeTarot ™

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zzencat · 6 months ago

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gαя∂єη σƒ тιмє ⏳

- 시간이 멈췄으면 좋겠다… -

⤹˚˖♬୭ 𓏲𝄢⤹ We are now in the Garden of Time.

Remember: Clear your mind. Close your eyes, slowly take a deep breath, fill up your chest, feel the fresh air brush against the ridges of your nose, breathe out of your mouth. Let the uneasiness slowly melt off of you. Lightly step into the water.

Enter with ease.

⤹˚˖♬୭ 𓏲𝄢⤹ Welcome to the Guild! I’m Teddy (she/her) • SEA Asian • 21 • Taurus ☀︎ Cancer ☽ Scorpio ⇪ + aries venus + aquarius mars

• chem student w interests in psych, cogsci, medication research, philosophy, palmistry, graphology, MBTI, kpop, & anime

• diagnosed w/ ADHD + bipolar dis. + dep + anxiety, but medicated for all — helps me do readings bc it keeps me at a peaceful & balanced state, so that I can be the messenger that delivers what you need to hear 🌟 💫

Note: This is a side blog! Main is @sunchaserr • rookie reader practicing tarot for approx 4 months now • meditation + crystals • I take reversals + will tap into your multilayered subconscious mind

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lino-jagiyaa · 2 years ago

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desire - kim seungmin | next

genre: suggestive, fwb | pairing: seungmin x female reader | warnings: swearing, perv!seungmin (stealing panties and being a peeping tom, feeling y/n up in a dark classroom), implied thick reader | words: 1,405

☀︎ your deskmate, seungmin couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself during class.

note: this ended up longer than i thought lol, sorry in advance...

do not repost or translate ©︎lino-jagiyaa - please remember to reblog and leave your feedback if you enjoyed it! do not spam like, you will be blocked.

it was friday afternoon, your last class and your professor was letting the class relax since he gave you all an exam the day before that was really stressing everyone out, including him who had to grade everything today. so instead of starting a new lesson, he decided that he’s put on a movie while he started grading. seungmin had a few classes with you. he always chose to sit next to or near you since you were at least a little bit acquainted and it didn’t seem like he had many friends so you just let him.

he was nice to you. you liked having his company on days when your friends weren’t there. he’d offer to bring you water bottles or snacks when you studied in the library on late nights. he was a really nice guy.

when he walked into class today, you were already sitting at your table. the lights were dimmed low but you could see the friendly smile he gave you. “hey, seung.” you started

“hey. what are we doing today? everyone looks slumped.” he says, putting his bag down on the floor next to his chair as he sits

“oh, we’re just watching a movie since the teacher has stuff to grade.”

“ooh, okay. is it any good?”

“it’s okay i guess, not much has played yet and to be honest i haven’t paid much attention to it.” you chuckled, laying your head on the table facing him

“i see. well, how was your day?” he asked sweetly, laying his head on the table as well

“it’s been pretty good actually. but i didn’t see you barely at all, where’ve you been?”

“i’m glad. and ah, i was busy studying for business math. you know how that goes.” he jokingly rolls his eyes

“mm, yeah it sucks.”

“yup.”

“you wanna know something weird though?” you ask

“sure..?”

“okay so, i went to the gym like i usually do. well duh, you know because you go in the same hour as me- anyways, after my workout i went to shower, and when i got out, i couldn’t find some of my clothes.”

“like... the dirty ones?”

“yes. i was like.. who the fuck?”

“did you leave them on a bench or in your locker?”

“on the bench, but they’ve never been stolen before. so i’m guessing one of those frat boys took it for their rush or something. it’s whatever, i guess.” you shrug

“damn, that’s sick as fuck.” seungmin frowns

but the truth was, he was trying to keep his composure since he was the one who took your sweaty gym clothes. specifically your underwear. he’d never gone as far as stealing before. only sneaking glances at you in the locker room when you changed, or through your bedroom window at night. giving him easy access since you neglected to get a pair of blinds in your dorm. he usually admires you during classes or in between them. how beautiful you looked, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“yeah, but it’s fine, really. it’s not like i can’t just buy another pair of underwear- shit, sorry. i didn’t even mention that before, i don’t know why i told you that-” you stammered

“y/n, it’s fine. we’re friends, right?”

“yes.” you cleared your throat

“okay then, it’s all good.” he smiled

that damn smile. why is he so handsome?

“you’re good at this.”

“at what?” he questions

“comforting people, me. you’re such a smooth talker, you know.”

“well, i try.” he smirks

fuck. y/n, calm down. he’s just a friend. right?

“you don’t date, do you?” you sit up

“not particularly, no. but if i see a cute girl, i might shoot my shot.”

he nudges you on the shoulder when he speaks. shit. is he flirting now?

“how about you? i haven’t really seen you with anyone, i mean, except hyunjin sometimes...” he says low

is he... jealous? maybe you’re over analyzing things...

“no, you’re right. i’m not seeing anyone right now and i’m not apposed to dating or even hookups but i guess nobody else seemed interested.” you reply

“you sure about that?” he leans closer to you now

“you’re not... interested in me, are you?”

“maybe i am. what would that mean to you?”

you could feel your face heating up, cheeks burning in a deep red. as well as the heat between your legs growing stronger.

fuck. kim seungmin, the man you are...

“...yeah- i mean, you’re a charmer for sure. you’re not joking, though right?”

“now why would i do that? you’re gorgeous, y/n. and anyways, i’ve had a crush on you for a while now. not sure how you haven’t noticed until now.” his eyebrows drew together

“really?” you question

“do i have to show you, y/n?” he leans in closer now, so close that you can feel his breath on your face.

it was making your head spin. the proximity between you two getting smaller and smaller as the conversation goes on.

“i wouldn’t be opposed.” you whisper

“you sure?” he whispers back

“just kiss me already.”

and he does. sure, he looks and acts sweet but right now he’s taking his time with you. kissing you slowly and drawing you in to face him more by your waist.

your panties must be soaked now, and he knows it. knows how much of an effect he has on you already. he should, he’s been observing you for so long so he knows just what to fo to drive you crazy. can’t wait fuck you dumb.

his hands are resting on the small of your back now and you whine into the kiss. it makes him draw back.

“why’d you stop?” you said in a breathy tone

“there’s other people in room. don’t wanna get carried away, do we?” he smirks

“...right” you look away from him, scanning the room

“the class ends soon, so don’t worry. but i’ve got an idea.”

“oh?”

“let me hold onto your thigh till the end of class?”

“seungmin...”

“don’t be shy.” his eyes focused on the short hem of your short skirt that now rides up your thighs. oh so beautifully.

“okay. yes- you can do it.”

“don’t worry, i’ll be gentle.”

he scooted closer to where you were on the bench seating. only about an inch or two worth of space between the two of you. enough room for his hand to reach your thigh.

he played it safe at first, softly placing a hand on your right thigh. just resting it there, scanning your face for discomfort.

“you’re soft...” is all he managed to say before you were parting your thighs for him, ever so slightly. but he got the hint and subtly moved his hand closer to your core.

“fuck. you’re already soaked for me and i haven’t even started yet.”

neither of you were looking at each other, pretending to pay attention to the movie that was still playing. it only seemed to have about ten minutes left anyways so it didn’t seem to matter.

oh, how glad you were to have picked a spot in the very back of the class. but still nervous that someone would catch onto what the two of you were doing back there.

you could feel seungmin lifting up your skirt a little higher, inching his fingers higher and higher up your thigh. so close. so close to where you wanted him to be. he squeezed your thigh, making you impulsively squeeze your thighs together. on his hand... giving him even more access.

it didn’t last for long though. no. he forced your thighs back open, even wider than they were before with the single hand that was resting there before.

“damn, you’re such a tease.” he huffed, “don’t tease... your teasing is torture, baby. just wanna make you feel good.”

luckily for you, the bell rang and your professor told everyone they could leave. seungmin let go of you, getting up and grabbing his bag, waiting for you to do the same. once you did, you could feel your thighs sticking together. there was no way he didn’t notice. his gaze on you was hungry, needy. he wanted you, needed you.

he held out his hand, signaling you to grab it. “wanna get out of here? my apartment is near campus.”

“absolutely.”

he didn’t have to ask you twice. you wanted him too.

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Novias de vacaciones

Misa Rodriguez x Marta Cardona

ONE SHOT 7K words

Summary : Misa and Marta spend their vacation in the beautiful town of Donostia, enjoying local specialities and attractions together. Maybe they will leave with bigger souvenirs than they expected.

Fluff, fluff, fluff and a bit of smut +18

English, nor Spanish is my first language, feedback or advices are always welcomed ! Hope you like it !

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“Why did you want to come here, it’s so crowded you can’t drive!” Misa exclaims, braking at once as a group of pedestrians crossed the street recklessly.

The soft laugh of Marta fills the car and she looks fondly at her girlfriend. “It’s Donostia, middle of July, Misa. Wasn’t it you who insisted visiting the city where I played for two years?”

The goalkeeper snorts, presses the accelerator again, turns right to the docks to queue behind a long row of cars and releases a long sigh.

Marta side eyes the moody girl again “Misa! Don’t you lose your temper yet, Holidays hasn’t even started Dios mio!”

“We’ve already been stuck in traffic for hours! I remind you we were supposed to arrive before lunch! It pisses me off we spend another half hour dragging because of dumb guiris!” Misa moans.

“Maria Isabel!”

“What?!” Misa turns her head to her girlfriend, she knows she’s pissing Marta off too but she’s hungry and has an urgent needs to pee that doesn’t improve her mood.

“I will not endure the grumpy Misa during the only off week we have in common this summer!” The winger calls out with a hard stare.

It sends the taller women quiet for the rest of their incredibly slow drive to the hotel.

After what seemed like a while, they do arrive to a tall fancy building facing the bay. Marta gets out of the car to pick their luggages while Misa goes to park. They meet up at the reception shorty, Marta announcing their arrival at the welcoming desk.

“Hola, I’ve a reservation for four nights at Marta Cardona de Miguel, por favor.”

The receptionist replied with a large smile. “Hola, yes indeed, room number 224, king sized bed with a view on the bay, no breakfast though, is that correct ?”

“Sí, that’s it, gracias.”

“Vale, here’s your room card. Have a great stay and don’t hesitated if you need anything”.

The two women thank the receptionist and find their way to the elevator, opened the door number 224 and drops off their stuff in the room, Misa rushing to the WC at once.

“Lo siento Pollito, I’ve calmed down.” Misa says when she exists the bathroom with a bashful look before she takes her girlfriend hand.

The shorter women stands on her tiptoes to put a swift kiss on the goalkeeper lips “I’m glad you are… until your next tantrum!” This time Marta is satisfied to see the pout on Misa’s face reappear.

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Misa and Marta eat all they could at a cute Pintxos near the market. They devour toasts of foie gras, shrimp and fish skewers, various croquetas accompanied by two large glasses of sangria. It feels so good to let go of their strict diet and enjoy their no calories counting meal together.

After lunch, the couple set off to the docks surrounding the bay. On the way, they wandered through the narrow streets of the old city.

“Oh Pollito! This T shirt’s looking good! I want to go inside the shop.” Misa tells Marta as they pass in front of a showcase with colorful items.

“Vale, I think I saw a nice ensemble I’d like as well.”

Inside the shop, there are many people and the two girls manage to walk around the shelves to look at the displayed clothes. They shortly select a few items and go to the small fitting room together.

Marta is the first to took off her clothes to try on the ensemble she spotted earlier and even if she has seen her girlfriend in sexy underwear countless times before, Misa can’t help but feel slightly aroused of the toned curves of the winger reflecting in the mirror, squeezed in the cramped room.

The goalkeeper pulls off her T shirt to hide the burning blushing she’s feeling on her cheeks as Marta bent over to pick up a flowing dark gray pants. Between quick glances, the taller girl grasps a white T shirt with hand-script letters and pulls it over her head. When her eyes emerged from the collar, Misa can only stare at her girlfriend who’s now fully dressed up.

Marta is looking at herself in the mirror, her short silhouette nicely branded out by the pants and sleeveless top silky anthracite fabric. She sees the reflection of Misa’s dropping jaw behind her shoulder and breaks a large smile before turning over to the goalkeeper.

Like a teenager, Misa feels herself smiling stupidly as she takes in Marta from head to toes, accentuating the throbbing she’s feeling down.

The winger leans toward her, her smile has changed to something mischievous. “I guess you like it too, Bebé.” she says and planted a kiss on her lips. It takes everything in Misa not to enfold Marta in her arms to make the kiss last longer when she pulled off to stare at Misa’s own fitting. “I don’t think your T shirt’s worthing the price though. Try this one instead.” The winger says.

Misa scowls and takes a look at the mirror. The T shirt does seem a bit too adjusted and the letters “Sun hills and bay” too big on the front but she’s not ready to let go. “But the design is brutal! Maybe it’s just too small?”

Marta continue to wag a piece of dark red fabric under her nose “It’s not giving Misa, I’m sure this will fit you better!”

Reluctantly, Misa take off her T-shirt to try on Marta’s suggested cloth. She’s irritated to find it’s fitting her very well, the dark wine red color really matching her complexion and the sleeveless and V-neck shape enhancing her muscular shoulders. She fakes a snort, unwilling to admit the better find of Marta before adding “Yeah, I guess it’s alright”.

“You’re kidding me, we both know you’re looking sexy as hell in that.” The winger strikes back, pulling a smile from the goalkeeper. “Let’s take those to the cash desk and go the docks at last!” The winger concludes and Misa obediently follows her back in the shop, somehow wishing they’ll be heading back to hotel instead.

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When they arrive in front of the shore, the sun is lower and stretches the hundred of tiny shadows of people playing and sunbathing on the beach below. They lean on the guardrail for a few minutes, enjoying the view before they walked all the way to the ocean where they fall at the entrance of the aquarium of Donostia.

The two women exchange a glance and go in at once. The tickets bought, Misa and Marta enter the dark place. The dim blue light of the tanks barely lightening their faces, they peer at the colorful marine species.

After a moment, the goalkeeper pulls out her phone to take a picture of a particularly tiny fish with a prominent mouth and big eyes topped by a black stroke. “It’s you Bebé, it has your eyelashes!” Misa teases the shorter girl who just roll her eyes at her and goes over a huge tank filled with hundred of exotic fishes.

Misa’s joins her girlfriend in front of the glass wall and the two girls loose themselves in the depth of blue water swirling with colorful shapes. Her hand creeps along her girlfriend’s back who quickly respond by resting her head on the taller women’s shoulder. “Es muy bonito…” Marta smiles as she finds Misa’s hand. “I’m glad to be here with you, Bebé.”

Misa kisses her girlfriend’s temple and squeeze her hand tighter. “Mi tambien mi Pollito. Do you think we could go take ice cream after?” she asks innocently.

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The end of the day goes quickly. They skipped the ice cream (to Marta’s delight, Misa pouted again) to have diner in an intriguing bask mixed asian restaurant-brewery in Gros neighborhood. They order dumplings, fried chicken wings and noodles. Marta convinces Misa who isn’t found of beer to try a sour and fruity one when she’s having a classic blond one. They chat lightly, enjoying every minute of the buzzy and warm atmosphere of the bask city while they eat the delicious food.

It’s passed eleven when the couple is back to the hotel and Marta has a precise idea of how she wants them to spend to rest of evening. She has put that sexy underwear on purpose, which has already proved been efficient on her goalkeeper earlier.

Once in their room, Marta goes in the bathroom a moment to check her make up and hair. She has an intense need to drive her goalie crazy tonight, so she goes out the room in underwear ready to jump on her girlfriend without waiting another second.

Marta’s eyes fall on the silhouette of the brunette lying on her side, still half dressed up, in bed. She sighted and watches her fondly. Misa’s eyes are shut tight and her lips parted, the sound of the deep breathing of sleep is filling the room with her chest’s rising up and down.

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Next morning, Misa and Marta wake up early, not on purpose but rather by habitude, and decide to do a quick work out session at the hotel before going to the beach. The two girls are passionate and rarely miss their sport routine, even during holidays. They like to share it when they can, their combined energy driving each other and their equal dedication pushing the other’s limits.

Then the couple leaves the hotel, grabs a large cafe con leche and set off to the bay. They lay their towel neatly on the sand and change quickly.

Misa is the first to ran in the waves, the fresh water is barely stopping her to directly plunge into the water as she gets away from the shore. Marta is following her at her pace, a less rushed one, enjoying a moment the contrast between the foam licking at her knees and the sun kissing her shoulders.

Her girlfriend is already far away, crawling in the bay at full speed. Marta looks around her, sighs of ease, and dips in the water entierly. Marta swims fast too, she reaches the goalkeeper in no time and stops a little ahead of her. Misa’s still swimming rapidly toward her and doesn’t slow as she gets closer.

She dives underwater at the last moment, the goalie’s arms wrapped themselves around Marta’s waist as her head resurface. She wipes the water from her eyes and pulls the winger to her. The ocean is swaying them gently as they exchange a long and salty kiss.

"You taste better without sea water! We race to the buoy ?", Marta suggests, smiling wide at her girlfriend.

Misa doesn’t waste a second and propels herself toward the to red floating ball in the distance.

"Cheater !", Marta snorts under her breath and flings herself in the goalkeeper’s foaming trail. The winger’s powerful arms breaks the water easily, she’s feeling in her element, her moves almost as precise as she is with a ball. It’s not long before she overtakes Misa, the goalie taking a glimpse through the drops in her eyes doubles her effort not to get left behind. She knows Marta’s faster that her but she’s determined to pull up a fight.

The floater is getting near and the two athletes are elbow to elbow as they put all their strength in the last meters. A hand fall on the buoy and it’s Marta’s. Being out of breath doesn’t keep her from pulling a smug smile at Misa.

"You win, Flash Cardona !" the goalkeeper acknowledges. Misa’s never mad about Marta being ahead of her and a sparkle of admiration shines in her eyes, pricking with salt, as she remembers how she fell for the winger when they where both at Real Madrid.

Marta let out a soft chuckle at the mention of the nickname fans gave her years ago, from being really fast on the pitch. "That feels so good !", she says. "Now, let’s tan on the beach for hours !"

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After an hour of sun tanning, the couple decides to return in the hotel room shortly to get a shower before lunch. Alone in the cabin, Misa’s mind is running wild. She wants to buy her girlfriend a gift and rakes her brain to find the proper present. Clothes or jewels ? Marta has plenty already. Flowers ? Not as long as they’re staying at the hotel. Books ? Marta likes them but the goalkeeper’s not sure she’ll find something accurate. Food ? It’s too complicated with their diets. Misa wants something special and right on spot, and she continues to search her mind as she shampoos her hair.

“Misa qué haces ? I’m starving !” she hears from behind the door. She has stayed a while under the shower, somehow wishing the water would pour ideas in her blank brain. She finally drops it at the sound of Marta’s impatient voice.

Wrapped up in a towel, Misa exits the bathroom and her eyes fall on her girlfriend sat at the edge of the bed, wearing the gray ensemble they bought yesterday. A shy smile stretches her mouth and she comes right in front of Marta to look down naughtily at her. “Why did you put that on ? Weren’t you starving ?”

Marta blinks her heavy lashed eyes several times. She pulls out an innocent grin “Yes, I’m starving Bebé, I just got dressed for the rest of the day”. However, the brunette’s hands are already grasping Misa’s towel, the taller women’s just holding her breath when she’s been pulled between Marta’s legs. “Let’s go eat something, shall we ?” the winger asks, her fingers unknotting to towel, which fell on the floor, leaving Misa’s bare stomach centimeters away from Marta’s face.

The goalie shy smile has changed into pinched lips, her desire growing at an incredible speed as Marta’s lips kiss her abs softly before going up to her breast. When Marta presses her face against the soft flesh, Misa can no longer contains herself. She straddles the shorter woman, cup her face in her large hands and crashes her lips on her mouth. The force and weight of the goalie almost unbalances her completely and she falls back onto her forearms as Misa’s literally eating her mouth.

Breathy whimpers escapes her lips, the two women drags themselves onto the middle of the bed, becoming a mess of brushing hands and moans, Misa’s ones working to take Marta’s fancy cloth off and throwing them in the room with little care now they’re not on her hot girlfriend anymore. Her hands fall onto her chest to caress it a moment.

Lost in a kiss, Marta realizes Misa’s hand has leaved her breast when she feels her palm brushing the inside of her thighs. Her own fingers dip into the goalie still wet hair and Misa’s fingertips are already on her core, making her quiver at the sudden contact. Misa’s rushing and Marta’s not really wet yet but her girlfriend’s eagerness in working her out like crazy. She sighs, and the goalie moans again, wanting nothing more than to please Marta beyond reason, as her hips wriggle under her touch.

Misa’s caresses are doing their work, her wetness’s coming out abundantly now, and Marta’s hands press the nap of her head to deepen their kiss. The goalie’s fingers slip inside, snatching an obscene cry from the winger. Marta’s body’s arching as waves of pleasure wash over her every time her girlfriend’s going in and out. She’s whining louder and louder, driven by Misa’s own aroused moans and comforted by her warm body moving above her.

Feeling her orgasm building as her body’s being rocked rhythmically on the bed, Marta enclosed Misa’s board shoulders in her arms. Her cries of pleasure fall directly into Misa’s ear who intensifies her trusts inside and out, feeling herself not only getting drenched but drowning in her love and desire for Marta.

It only takes a couple of minutes before the winger releases a deep whine, breathing out her liberation and melting in the pleasure swallowing her. Her orgasm is still lingering when she feels the goalie lips on hers, soft and demanding.

Misa’s always tender and caring after love and Marta is too content to be simply cuddled as she relishes on the last notes of her enjoyment. However, Marta has now a precise idea of where she wants to be.

She grabs Misa’s thighs and pushes her upward, sliding down between the women’s legs in the same time. The goalie throaty gasps tell Marta that her girlfriend has guessed her intentions and seems rather appealed by the prospect. Therefore, the brunette doesn’t do any detour and she grasps Misa’s ass, pressing the woman intimacy directly onto her awaiting mouth.

The goalie’s loosing her head already, not only because of her girlfriend’s tongue doing wonders but also because she’s feeling Marta’s smile spreading and her muffled laugh vibrating softy on her pussy. On her side Marta’s enjoying the ego boost Misa’s giving her by dripping all over her face and making her barely able to breathe. Nevertheless, she continues to kiss Misa’s core in all the way she knows she likes and Misa rises to hold herself onto the head board of the bed as she arches to squeeze herself on Marta’s mouth even more.

Suddenly, the winger slides down to free herself and Misa dare to glance timidly behind her shoulder at her girlfriend regaining her breath. But the tall brunette is not waiting much. Marta comes over the goalkeeper from behind, one of her hands caresses her back as the other slide down between her legs.

Her fingers dip inside of her easily, her muscled arm find the right pace in no time. Misa’s letting out strangled sounds as she feels Marta hips and thighs pushing against her butt. The winger’s sensing her own pussy throbbing, taking in the gorgeous body of the girlfriend, from her swaying hair to the small of the back, bucking madly in front of her.

“No te detengas !” The goalie cries, chasing her orgasm, and Marta other hand brushes along her flank, passing on her stomach to her pelvis as she keeps filling her from behind. Misa’s pushed over the edge at once as she feels so many fingers working simultaneously on her core. Her sighs fill the room, loud enough to be heard from the adjoining floors but she doesn’t give a fuck, feeling so fucking good from cuming and as soft and loving hands strokes her relaxing back.

A few seconds later, Misa collapses onto the bed and pulls the winger close to her. Both women smiles mildly, happy and weaken by their work out, swim and now by cuming pretty strongly, moreover when they have barely ate anything since diner. Misa’s belly rumbles and Marta acknowledges in a sleepy voice “Me too, Bebé”.

She shakes herself, Misa grunts as she leaves her arms and gets out of bed. “Let’s go devour another meal full of fat, salt and sugar !” Marta announces happily and the goalkeeper mouth waters in anticipation.

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The couple achieve their ambition by finding a trendy burger restaurant near their hotel. They savor every bits of it, the steak and bacon loaded with sauce, the French fries cooked in duck fat, and even the small portion of sweet and sour coleslaw on the side.

Digesting their consistent meal, Misa and Marta are so tired the tree coffees they get after can’t prevent a come back in the hotel room for a well deserved nap. They sleep all afternoon, waking up jet lagged and disoriented, only when night is falling.

“Madre Mia, the firework !” Misa exclaims in a pasty voice. “It’s in ten minutes! We’re going to miss it!”

“We can still be on time, let’s run on the way!” The winger replies as she pulls Misa out of bed after her.

Marta is right. The couple joggs to the docks effortlessly, trained and rested just fine for that kind of performance, and arrives in the compact mass of people already waiting for the spectacle. Misa grabs Marta’s hand and pushes her way through the dense crowd along the shore. After a few meters, she finds a space in the front just behind the guardrail but only big enough for one person. She pushes Marta in front and settles herself just behind, the winger being that short compared to her she doesn’t block her view at all.

Marta’s feeling on a cloud wrapped up in the goalies’s strong arms, in the front row to see the show. Warmth fills her when her girlfriend puts a cute kiss on her cheek.

“It’s starting bébé!” She says grasping Misa’s hands in hers. “Te quiero…”

“Te quiero bebé” Misa purrs and the first lights of the firework light the sky.

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“Vale, that was dope ! Did you see the ones that were drawing smiley faces ?” Misa’s saying happily as the couple headed back to the hotel.

“Sì ! So pretty and fun ! Though I’m always bothered by the noise, explosions are so loud. It’s kind of freaking me out every time.” Marta tells her, putting a hand on her forehead. They’re doing a detour the avoid most of the crowd scattering in the streets after the fireworks has ended.

"We should have taken earplugs for you", the goalie says with a hint of worry in her voice.

Marta shakes her head, "Don’t worry, I’m not deaf yet… I can even hear that bird or whatever’s doing that mess…"

"Qué ?" Misa’s looking perplexed at her girlfriend. What is she talking about ? But then she hears it too, high pitched and piercing screeches coming from nearby. “What is it ? It’s close !”

Marta is listening attentively "It’s seems like a mouse or… a kitten !"

"It does sounds like a kitten", Misa approves, heading toward the source of the noise. The winger’s following her closely and they circle a blue car parked along the sidewalk. The meowing intensify as they get nearer. "It must be under the car", the goalie concludes.

She crouches and peers at the space between the pavements and the vehicle. Everything’s dark and Misa only sees a small round black shape detaching against the light flittering feebly under the car. The goalie pulls out her phone and turns on the light, she angles it slowly but not directly toward the little bundle, in fear of scaring it away.

"Pollito ! It’s a kitten indeed ! Come !" Misa tells Marta when the light reveals a really tiny cat meowing restlessly and looking completely panicked.

"Oh ! Poor thing !" the winger says, almost laying on the road to take a glimpse of the miserable creature looking at them. Misa makes an attempt to calm it and does kissing sounds, speaking softy. "Gatito ! Come over, Gatito ! We won’t hurt you."

"It won’t work Misa, he’s too scared..." But to Marta’s surprise, the kit starts to walk toward them, still letting out terrified squeaks.

Misa extends her hand to make contact. The kit stops meowing at last and leads its small truffle to sniff the goalie’s hand, almost as big as itself. The two brunettes aren’t daring to speak as the smelling lasts, the kitten deciding if it should trust that large hand coming to it. Without transition, it ends up rubbing its tiny head against Misa’s fingertips.

"Oh ! That’s it Gatito, come over here !" Misa withdrew her hand while moving her fingers playfully to keep the kitten’s attention. The kit is bitting at the bait and follows her hand until it exists the under of the vehicle, the goalkeeper taking it carefully in her hands before it gets the chance to run away.

Under the streetlights, the couple can properly look at the poor animal. The kitten is really small, fluffy, brown with black stripes and round filled with fear eyes, its frail body shaking uncontrollably against the goalkeeper torso.

Misa frowns "He’s freaking out. I bet he was terrified by the fireworks and got lost in the streets !"

Marta’s bitting her lips, approaches her hand with much care and tries a light stroke on the kit’s head who closes its eyes at the touch. "He doesn’t seem to fear humans at least. What are we going to do ? We can’t let him in the street and it’s far too late to call any pet rescue association…"

"We’re taking him to the hotel and figure it out tomorrow", the goalie decides, holding the kitten a little tighter against her. "Let’s go in a shop to buy at least a can of cat food and something to make a litter for the night."

"But I don’t think the hotel’s accepting animals, Misa", the winger worries.

However, the goalkeeper puts a final word to the discussion. "I won’t let a lost baby all by itself in the streets !"

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Misa lays two bowls in the bathroom, one of cat food and one of water. She has put a litter bin a bit further and is now looking, satisfied, at her organization of the room.

"Stop it, little monster !" she hears Marta chuckling in the bedroom. The shorter girl has taken the kit in her arms which is trying to catch her long hair in its tiny paws.

"Gatito, Gatito ! Come and see what we’ve gotten for you !" Misa calls from the bathroom and Marta releases the baby cat on the floor which sprang toward Misa at once, its tail risen excitedly. The kit immidialaty drops its head in the bowl of food and starts eating with gluttony.

"He’s so hungry ! I’m glad we found it, at least he’s safe here until we find a solution", Marta confesses, looking adorably at the little creature. "Let’s go to bed Bebé, I’m tired as if we hadn’t slept all afternoon", she adds with a yawn.

Misa and Marta undress themselves and slides under the duvet. As they turn off the light , they hear tiny footsteps on the floor, followed by a rustling noise at the bottom of the bed. Shortly, they see the kit’s head popping, clawing its way up the duvet before trotting proudly toward them.

The kit settles between the two women and begins to wash, licking its paw before rubbing it on its round face, under the softened stares of the couple, Misa bitting her lips when it starts to purr loudly.

"I guess you found your spot for the night, Gatito", she whispers. "Pero bueno. Buena noche Pollito."

"Buena noche Bebé Misa, buena noche bebé gato", the winger answers with a sight.

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Marta blinks several times before she fully remembers why she looking at something that cute, straight from waking up.

Her girlfriend is laying on her side, still fast asleep and snoring feebly, her arms forming a hook in front of her. Inside of that hook is curled a bundle of brown and black fur, a small ear coming out of the perfect round shape.

Marta’s heart’s melting at the sight but it’s a bitter sweet feeling and she frowns as she imagines how Misa’s going to feel when they’ll bring the kitten to the shelter later.

She gets up silently, goes to the bathroom, and sights of relief when she sees the kit has used the litter to do its business. The winger does a clean up and goes to shower quickly.

In the bed, Misa is steering as she emerged from a deep and long sleep. She feels a jolt as something prickles her arms and her eyes falls on the kitten stretching awake too. "Oh ! I almost forgot you Gatito ! Dormiste bien ?"

She scratched the kits ear, which purrs at once, and sees Marta exiting the bathroom, "Hola Bebé, look how cute he is !"

The winger comes back onto the bed and look at them both fondly. "You didn’t see the two of you sleeping together earlier. I swear you were so cute it was painful !" Marta lay a kiss on Misa’s forehead, the taller women rises her face to receive another kiss on the lips and smiles.

"He’s beautiful, like an overcooked pan… or like negro chocolate. Un bombon !"

"Oh, pequeño Bombon !", Marta repeats. "Come on Misa, let’s go get breakfast. I’ll call the shelters around Donostia when we’ll be there."

"Vale...", Misa says, although she’s not hungry.

☀

"Yes, a kitten… Sí, today would be great, we can’t keep him at the hotel anymore…Vale perfecto, esta tarde. Muchas gracias."

Marta hangs up and crosses eyes with the goalkeeper, who looks away and peers at her cafe con leche quietly. Her heart tightens and she puts her hand onto the goalie’s."He’s going to be alright, Bebé."

"I know, let’s go back to the hotel to check he’s not doing nonsense."

On the way back, Misa picks up a thin fallen branch with a few leaf still attached to it, announcing "I wanna play with Bombon before we take him away", at the curious stare of her girlfriend. Marta’s getting more tensed, even a bit anxious, she realizes Misa’s becoming really attached to the baby cat in the short last of time. It’s going to be so hard for to let him go…

☀

Misa opens the room door in a hurry. She has barely pushed it a tiny head pops at her feet in the corridor, meowing happily.

"Bombon !" she greats him before taking him in her arms and entering the room. Marta can only stare at her girlfriend stroking and kissing tenderly the small fur ball, her insides slowly knotting.

The goalie delicately puts the cat down, waves the branch on the floor and the kitten doesn’t waste a second before running to it and jumping excitedly. "Muy bien Bombon ! Vamos ! Vamos !". The goalkeeper continue to play with him a moment, chuckling at the baby goofy movements.

"Play with him, Pollito!" Misa encouraged Marta, handing her the branch and the winger quickly finds herself laughing like Misa as she leads Bombon running all around the room.

To reward his determination to catch it, Marta drops the piece of wood on the floor, the baby cat starting to bit the thiner parts eagerly and tearing the remaining leaves into pieces.

The two women looks at Bombon and then at each other. They know they’re thoughts are connecting right now, Marta bitting her lips again and Misa looking pleadingly at her.

"Misa… we can’t…", she tries to stay sensible.

Misa’s eyes are getting shiny now, "But Pollito, we can’t leave him…"

"We’re traveling most of time, have some reason! That’s why we didn’t take a dog in the first place."

"I know, but precisely, he’s not a dog. Cats are more independent and we have friends to look after him if we’re away. I lived with a cat, it’s far more manageable than a dog."

Marta takes Misa’s hand in hers, and place the other onto her cheek. The goalie’s almond-shape eyes stay locked on hers, unblinking. "Bebé… you like him already that much ?"

"Yes...", Misa murmurs at once, her voice quivering. To emphasize her words, Bombon comes to rub at her legs, purring like a motor engine.

The shorter woman’s sensing her resistance ebbing away, "I think he has a crush on you too…" She grabs the small cat and her heart melt again at the sight of his astonished little face. "Qué lindo eres, Bombon…"

"You… you mean you’re ok we keep him ?", Misa dares to ask.

"I can’t break your heart, Misa… and we found him, maybe it was destiny…"

"Oooh, Bebé !" Misa enfolds Marta in her arms, the baby cat still in her arms, squeezed in the middle of their embrace. A second later, Misa’s surprising herself by feeling tears running down her cheeks and she holds the winger tighter. "Thank you, Bebé. I love you so much..."

The kit’s fidgeting in her arms and Marta pulls back to let him go. She discovers the goalie’s gleaming face, and feels her own eyes prickling. Marta adorably wipes the tears off Misa’s face. "You’re so sweet, mi portera favorita", she says before kissing her plump lips.

"I wanted to find a present for you but in the end it's you who is giving me the greatest gift I could have asked for", she confesses with emotions.

"Bombon is a gift for both of us. As a dog person, I would never have thought of taking a cat if it wasn't up to you !"

Marta’s smile, combined with her words, dazzles the goalkeeper with pure love and happiness and she leads her to the window facing the city’s wide bay before kissing her again with passion, Bombon at their feet, playling with their shoelaces with little care for what is going on up between the two women.

Adopting Bombon is going to shorten the couple holidays. Misa and Marta now have to return to Madrid to deal with everything that comes with taking care of a new family member, and they are super excited about it.

☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀

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leftalpacavoid · 17 days ago

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▶ 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓,

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ＩＮＦＯＲＭＡＴＩＯＮ

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[Not a best introduction]

I am now officially writing for the time twins, mostly to post fanfics for time twin enjoyers, I am just sharing my love about my hyperfixations with everyone, this blog is still in wip so bear with me ^^

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𖤛 explicit/mature content won't be happening anymore for the readers so they can choose based on their preferences. [my Wattpad and AO3 will be revealed soon once this wip is final.]

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾:𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸 𝑂𝐹 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑅 𝐷𝑂 𝐼 𝑊𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐸 𝐴𝐵𝑂𝑈𝑇?:☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙:

~ Reader inserts.

~ Different Genders. [Fem, Male, Non-binary]

~ Specified Insert Species. [Beings in different folklore or mythology]

~ Inserted Different Power. [Being o.p or lower]

~ Different AU. [Involvement of reader in a specific fandom]

~ Different Types Of Personality For The Reader.

~ Normal context scenarios between the character and you.

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> One-shots. [Short Or Long]

> Headcanons. [Short Or Long] ☚ [I mostly do this.]

> Imagines. [Short Or Long]

> SFW ALPHABETICAL.

> VARIOUS.

.•♫•♬•𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻?•♬•♫•.

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ঞ 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐒ઈଓ࿐:

> Feel free to send some feedbacks on my writing if I misspelled or input a wrong output.

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◆ 𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ◆

CHARACTERS

◈ KRUX

▻ 【“Why leave history written by victors when you could be the one who wrote it all from the beginning?”】

Nothing here yet...

◈ ACRONIX

⨳〖“Time doesn’t break people; it molds them. But I prefer to take the mold in my own hands.”〗

Nothing here yet...

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jadzio-writing-prowess · 7 months ago

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✧Hewo!

I'm Jadzio and I'm doing writing as another side side side hobby o(*︾▽︾*)o

So critic/feedback appreciated, it's just that im not sure if I'm able to do anything with it, since I dont want to exp writing so much as my other things.

For now I'll primerly write for Papers Please

Feel free to ask for hcs or short story ideas! Or to hit me up to just chat. ( •̀ ω •́ )ノノノ

I will not write: NSFW

I do not have a schedule, for my school life is a bitch <( _ _ )>

MASTERLIST

Headcannons:

Calensk headcannons pt1 p2

Sergiu headcannons pt1 pt2

Inspector headcanons pt1 pt2

Sergiu/Elisa headcanons pt1 pt2

Elisa headcanons pt1 pt2

Inspector & Calensk & Sergiu hanging out headcanons

Papers please characters ☀ and ☾ routines headcannons

Papers please characters love languages

How Sergiu's friends help him through panic attacks

Jorgi headcannons

Kissing hc (Sergiu, Inspector, Calensk, Elisa) + Elisa/Sergiu cuddling hc

PP characters and their scars

PP characters cuddling hc

Drabbles:

Sergiu's and Elisa first bigger fight

Sergiu making breakfast for Elisa

Sergiu & Elisa showering (suggestive)

Sergiu & Elisa stormy afternoon

Inspector & Calensk exchange a few words

Fics:

It’s gonna get worse, before it gets better (Sergiu Volda & Calensk) - tumblr a03

Art that shouldn't be here:

They frens (short)

Aristocka and Kolechia humanized

Kolechia mini ref

#info #masterpost #masterlist

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fxirybun · 2 months ago

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Feedback

Hun are you sure you didn't read the book 🫡🫡because you are giving his whole red flag and green flag on the point TT ( how do you know) The man is first love ❤️ but fictional 🤧🤧 you need to read it and you are so on point you make ma believe i am in love with him

gurl i am not lying 😭 i could even show you my whole book collection from 2 years till now rn.

ngl i miss collecting books but they be expensive af 🥲🙂‍↕️ i even have a long list of titles i wanna read too ! though i would usually watch amina’s and withcindy's book review first before i decide to purchase one.

thank you for sending me feedback , i appreciate it very much :D

#☀︎ feedbacks

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alien-magnolia · 2 years ago

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Liz’s alien paradise ~ 𓂀✿♥︎ ☾ ☀︎︎ 𓆙 1K Follower Celebration

Thank you to all of you guys that followed me and interacted with my fics, reblogs and feedback too! Love y’all! 😌🖤 For 1K followers, I’ll be taking requests (can be anonymous!- writing short + smutty blurbs on whichever character ~~ just choose an emoji or multiple! ✨🌙🏝️

Characters

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🖤Tsu’tey

🌸 Tonowari

🫐Neteyam

💫Billy Loomis

☀️Joel Miller

🪷 Steve Harrington

🕷️Eddie Munson

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Tropes

🍂daddy!kink

🌻praise/degrading!

🌺predator/prey!

🧚🏼corruption/innocence

✨bj

🫧 penetration

🌊shower

🌱woods

🤍pregnancy

🌧️protectiveness/ casual dominance

🫖 service!kink

💕hyperfeminine

Seasons

🍁 fall

⛄️winter

🌷 spring

🌼 summer

Positions

🦎 dom

🍄 sub

#liz writes 🖤#liz’s masterlist #1k followers #1k celebration #1k milestone #stranger things smut #avatar smut #jake sully smut #stranger things headcanons #tlou smut #tonowari x you #tsu’tey smut #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #liz 1k follower celebration

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wongyuseokie · 2 years ago

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Like a Cowboy | j.w.w

Summary: Your boyfriend sang the line, “like a cowboy,” and that’s precisely how you want to ride him.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 1306 words

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, Smut, PWP Content Warnings: None. Wonwoo is just giving amazing sex. This fic just happened because I’m a weak woman for this man. I’m a simp for this man, his deep voice singing like “like a cowboy.” Smut Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation. Unprotected sex (don’t do this). Nicknames (he calls her kitten a few times). Authors Note 1: This is an extremely self indulgent fic, since it's my birthday and Wonwoo is my bias. Hehe. 💕

Authors Note 2: Thank you so so much to @seungkwansphd for listening to me babble about this and giving me feedback and suggestions too!! 💕 Thank you also to my soul mate @here4btsfics for beta'ing and lovingly yelling at me. Thank you for indulging me as I cry about Wonwoo.

Tagging: @dokcheol because she asked and I made a new demon friend. 🥰 and @falllinflowers because I made two new demon friends today 💕also tagging @onlyseokmins because u thought it was a horsie fic.

Banner Credits: @classicscreations

Cross Posted to AO3

“Okay, why are you glaring at me?” Wonwoo asked one night while you were both getting ready for bed. He was puzzled as to why you kept narrowing your eyes at him and glaring.

“You know what you did,” you mumbled. It was unfair. Wonwoo didn’t know, he was simply singing, but his deep voice did things to you. Unholy things and tonight was yet another night where his voice made it impossible for you to behave like a sane person.

However silent Wonwoo could be, he was incredibly observant, and he noticed the sultry glances, looks, the lace set you wore, and the way your thighs kept pressing together.

“Hmm, given how you’ve had your thighs pressed together the entire evening, I’m guessing you’re very frustrated, and the fact that you’re glaring at me means I caused it,” Wonwoo wondered, making you glare at him more.

“Let’s see, was it my tongue? Did you want that? Or did I lick my lips on stage again and make you horny?” Wonwoo teased, recalling memories, making you huff at him.

“Or was it, and I think this might be the fifth time this month that my voice turned you on?” Wonwoo suggested as he inched forward to place his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You let out an exasperated laugh at his words, making Wonwoo smirk.

“Kitten, if you keep getting horny because of my voice. I might have to either stop speaking or stay buried inside you,” Wonwoo teased, his thumbs pressing into your hips.

“I pick the latter,” you mumbled, making him smile.

“But it’s my voice, kitten. I can’t help it,” Wonwoo spoke with a playful pout on his handsome face.

“True, but it just makes me horny,” you admitted, making Wonwoo blush at your honesty.

“What did it this time?” Wonwoo asked.

“You sang the sentence ‘like a cowboy’, and it did things to me,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo bit his lip to keep from laughing–not because he was mocking you, but because he found it adorable how easily you’d be affected by his voice.

“Right, and?” Wonwoo asked.

“All I could think of was that I wanted to ride you like one,” you added, your voice a little louder this time, and Wonwoo could feel his cock start to harden at your words.

“I see. Well, I should probably make it up to you for that, shouldn’t I?” Wonwoo asked, and you nodded quickly, making him smile fondly at you as he leaned down to capture your lips with his.

“Lie down, pretty girl,” Wonwoo instructed, and you did as he asked as you climbed into the bed, laying down on your back.

Wonwoo moved until he hovered over your body, careful not to crush you. He placed a kiss starting from your forehead and moving to your cheek and then to your lips, making you melt with how soft the kiss was.

Wonwoo moved to lay between your legs, pushing the fabric of your shirt up slightly, and his lips met with your skin as he peppered soft kisses along your stomach.

Wonwoo pushed your shirt higher, exposing your lace-covered breasts, and he moved his body to place kisses up your tummy and stopped at your sternum. He pulled his shirt off, and unhooked your bra, and tossed them across the room.

Wonwoo stayed silent as he lay between your legs again, his lips latching onto your breast. You moaned softly, and he laved over your nipple while his hand gently flicked and tugged your other breast.

Wonwoo moved his mouth to your other breast repeating the movements. He smiled at you as he trailed kisses down your chest and stopped at the waistband of your jeans.

He smiled as he undid the button on your jeans and pulled them down your legs along with your now soaking wet underwear. Wonwoo pushed your thighs apart and laid down between them.

Wonwoo threw your legs over his broad shoulders, kissing your inner thighs until his mouth finally landed on your cunt. Wonwoo groaned softly when he tasted you, moaning at how wet you were as he secured his lips to your clit.

“My god,” you moaned out. He was incredible that you knew, but everything felt so intense. You gasped at the pleasure. You failed to hold your moans as he sucked on your clit; his hands moved to interlock at your waist as he kept sucking your clit.

You felt your eyes roll back as your orgasm approached you,

“Wonwoo,” you gasped.

Wonwoo could tell you were close, and he continued to suck your clit until you started to shake in his grip. Wonwoo’s mouth never left your clit as you came.

You whimpered as his touch pushed you to the brink of overstimulation, but you didn’t care. It felt too good. Wonwoo slowly moved his mouth away from your clit, smiling when he saw how swollen and wet your cunt was.

He could see it throbbing and pulsating with aftershocks of pleasure.

“Fuck,” you whispered as he pushed two fingers into you. Wonwoo stood up slightly as he pushed his middle and ring finger into your cunt and hooked them there.

“Scream for me,” Wonwoo said as he vigorously pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt. He used his other hand to press down your pubic bone holding you still as you started to thrash about.

“Do you hear how wet you are?” Wonwoo asked as he kept fingering you. You nodded, whimpering, as you fisted the sheets between your hands and let out a scream as you came hard.

“Wonwoo, fuck. I can’t,” you whimpered when you noticed that he hadn’t stopped his movements.

“Yes, you can. I know you can,” Wonwoo countered as he repeated his actions, making you squirt all over his hands.

You whimpered in his grip, pushing his forearm, and Wonwoo smiled as he pulled his fingers out of you.

“Fuck me, please,” you begged, and Wonwoo nodded.

“Oh, I will,” Wonwoo obliged as he moved to place his hands on your face and pulled you in for a kiss, pulling you on top of him.

“Please,” you begged against his lips, making Wonwoo smirk into the kiss as he adjusted himself to guide his cock into you, making you whine at the stretch.

Wonwoo held your waist, his lips finding yours, and he dug his heels into the mattress thrusting into you. You moaned and whimpered into the kiss.

Wonwoo kept pounding into you, his thrusts hard and deliberate, and with each thrust, his cock brushed over the spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

“Fuck, cum,” Wonwoo gritted out, moaning against your lips when he felt you tighten around him. You came hard a third time, clenching around him, making him whine into the kiss. Wonwoo let go of you and flipped you both over so that you were lying underneath him.

He pushed his cock into you again as he pounded into you, chasing his own orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Wonwoo groaned as his hands moved to your swollen and sensitive clit. You whimpered as he rubbed it.

“Cum again with me, baby,” Wonwoo said as he rubbed your clit, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Fuck,” you both gasped within seconds of one another as you clenched around him and as he released his warmth into you.

“Well, that was wow,” Wonwoo breathed out as he rolled over, ensuring he pulled out of you slowly to lay down next to you, and immediately pulled you into his arms.

“Did you enjoy the ride?” Wonwoo asked, smirking and making you laugh, despite the eye roll you gave him.

“You know, I think god is fair. Not everything sounds sexy, even with that voice.”

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