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ᛪ༙ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝟓 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒. 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐋, 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐓. 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃, 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐌𝐄. ⚠︎ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄—𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓. 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒; 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𓆩ψ𓆪 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 [𝐊𝐎𝐅𝐈]

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𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𓆩❦︎𓆪

WHAT’S SEDUCTIVE IN GENERAL ⟶ 🎴 Magic. 8oS. 10oP↺. Faith↺. Page of Pentacles↺. the Chariot. 8oW↺ [bod].

THE TEMPTATION, OTHERWISE A TEMPTRESS TO SUITORS THAT “DARE” TO INDULGE; TO MEET A FATE THAT’S FORBID. Attributes include the ability to lure their 'prey' in with just a glance, emanating tenacious sensuality, and exhibiting divinity [energetically]. Poison with legs, seeping into the thoughts of anyone's minds. Heightened emotional intelligence assists them in hypnotizing others. Seduction is an accessory, a mask of sex they can put on [“and off”] at anytime.

♰♰♰ An innate power of transformation is what this pile has. Able to demand ("command") a room with just their presence, let alone a word, they're perceived as the Magician; resourceful, magical, and opulent. Something of them is practical, as in they're adept to the metaphysical and what it may offer. LOA, glamour (or "sex") magick, visualization and scripting are familiar concepts. Witchcraft is a part of them, as it could've been passed down or learned ["through lineage"]. Genetic gifts that assist their "urges", or more importantly their fantasies. Non-conforming, unconventional ways and ideal (as they are the same). At most, this pile's aura feels mystical, untouchable and otherworldly. This kind of force can be turned off and on; felt by everyone, seen by none. Will attract "watchers" i.e. stalkers online or in real life. ♰♰♰ "Too hot to touch”; very tempting group here, even more so when they're done up to "play the part". Sensing that red, ginger (or “orange”) hair can emphasize their burn (fire). Hot! An edgier aesthetic suits them better than most, as if their mystique abruptly magnified. Deeper colors (maroon, black, and “dark blue”), smokey eyes, and smudged glitter are enhancers. Channeling woodsier scents? A scent including this note could melt into Pile One’s pheromones; they’re sensible and protective. Confidence within them is grounded, gives off older and mature. Faces contradict the assertiveness tho, some people of Pile Two have cherubic features (e.g. button nose, fat cheeks) which offers up an illusion of innocence.

LONGTERM CONNECTIONS ARE PRONE TO COME ABOUT, DUE TO CAPTURING LOVERS IN THEIR WEB. It's more of being bound than being "in love", and that's because Pile One doesn't leave them alone until Pile One says so; a pulley system only they control. At worst, this is a manipulation tactic in the hands of a former ["serial"] cheater, unless Pile One has evolved and grown out those ways. Trapped in a trance, pulled along a thin string, kept in an unopened box; partners don't conceptualize self-value when Pile One's not there. This as a scenario would be the equivalent of man pleading on his knees and to the world for his girl, like the music videos. Someone that’ll die for querent, feeling nothing but raging love. How Ari professes while admitting she’s been an anxious mess, “completely disheveled” and still wanting to appease “you” is how Pile One’s partners are.

♰♰♰ Samantha Jones in SATC is who they remind me of. Similar to her, Pile One prioritizes self-maintenance [and self-pleasure] before anyone else. Discarding dinner date plans for a night alone instead, opting out of fling appointments to mingle with friends, etc. "I gotta put myself first," "hasta la vista," and "me time" sum them up to a tee. Hesitating between shoe selection versus before asking someone to get out of bed and leave; to them partners are disposable, replaceable. Not #1 [because that's reserved for themselves], but the very bottom of the list instead. Mindset of an Earth sign, Virgo (Moon or 1H) in particular—"mother knows best". It's attractive that someone won't accept less than what they've done for themselves [already], they impress themselves. The shiniest trophy, but nobody possesses them. ♰♰♰ Querents of this pile are equipped to handle the world (plus obstacles) with a step in the right direction. I always reference "the phoenix rising from the ashes" when there's strength of a warrior present, which applies now. Pain, challenges, disruptions—there's nothing that can keep Pile One from achieving. Seduction for them stems from a "broken" place, where they shaped a future out of dust. It's possible no one gets them, but that's due to their truth being concealed. These are people that can't be read (especially at face value), they're meant to be discovered. Learned.

WHAT’S SEDUCTIVE IN BED ⟶ 🎴 7oW. King of Wands. 8oP. 6oC↺. Knight of Cups. 4oS [bod].

BECOMING THE MINX, “JUST LIKE MAGIC” IS A NOD ANOTHER SIDE OF THE SAME COIN; TWO HALVES OF ONE PERSON. The act of illusion is apparent, and it's potent within sexual circumstance. Skills, body, "sexuality" are magic, enough to arouse fascination in others. Ariana Grande's music portrays this visage perfectly, because Ariana is the embodiment of dual personalities. Innocent and unsuspecting until she's slipping a sexual innuendo beside her harmonies; a natural tease, because this is who she already is.

♰♰♰ In terms of sex, this pile is more prone to leading the encounter; the HBIC. How the momentum's pace is on your timing, how nothing ends or begins until Pile One's call. The demand of their instruction is seductive, it keeps "everyone" in line. Control may lessen, although it'll never fully leave. Granted, a limited amount of time to "disobey" is earned; to switch roles and have Pile One as a sub, get a taste of their authority. Seconds of pride that count towards a rush, a high that they'll only get with her, up until time's over and it's Pile One's turn once more. ♰♰♰ Not so much BDSM, but punishment is seductive; being spanked, "bit" (otherwise marked), and reprimanded. It's plausible that mama's boys or daddy's girls are prone to being on the other end—"under their hand"—because discipline isn't common. Getting told no, following directions and staying "put" keep their attitude together, something they're not used to. Pile One has bitches [or "pets"] lol. Degradation, using a condescending tone, edging and orgasm denial is a favorite.

PILE ONE’S PHYSIQUE, OR “CURVATURE” IS A HIGHLIGHT FOR THEIR PARTNERS. Their shape can resemble a peach, plump at the top and luscious at the bottom (otherwise supple breast and a soft ass). "Freakum" dresses can be a closet staple, especially when it's for a special night out—whenever they're ready to get (or "have") their way. Dipping in dark, brooding colors will heighten the allure, turn up the effect. Norma Jean's tactic to become Marilyn Monroe comes to mind, how she was able to shift: "I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic." "They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe...even though a second ago nobody noticed her.”

♰♰♰ Clothing is a specialty and particularly when it's "coming off " (or "coming down"). Stripping out of them, dropping each piece to expose another stretch of skin; strip teases or showing off the birthday suit. This pile's lingerie should consist of lacy, sheer material such as wearing fishnets or leg garters (any form of tights tbh). The price of what they wear is attractive. It brings about this air of expensiveness, as in their aura is wealthy—abundant, self-assured and reliable. It traces back into the bedroom for sure, people can feel their income rise in just one night. Querents have the universal cheat code of being gifted ("being spoiled") in romantic connections (e.g. shopping trips and cash deposits). It's a favor for one, exchanging "secret" treasures. ♰♰♰ Pretty distinct, but tone of voice is being [heavily] highlighted; “vocal cords” are on the smoother side? Soothing almost, channeling that they’ve spoken people to sleep. Reminiscent of rum, in both taste and “singe” (wincing at the burn). Rugged (another Joel Miller reference, some querents are Southern); can hold weighted conversations with a voice full of conviction. Lol at the number of people that pine after this pile from their charm alone. “Just like magic, I’m attractive” and getting everything you want cus’ you attract it is about Pile One’s social interactions. Grounding a room with just a few sentences then flirting with everyone standing in it, golden gift for duality. Networking is quintessential considering it's one of this pile's skills; cue the stack of business cards they'd have gotten from exchanging contact information (huge).

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐒.

♡⃕ A kink for teeth and biting, both them and their partners. Into biting, getting bit on the lip and skin ["until it's tender"]. Sun, Mars, or Pluto could be in mutable signs [Gemini, Virgo, Sagittarius, Pisces] or houses [3H, 7H, 9H, 12H]. Scorpio/8H placements included.

♡⃕ Radiant". Beaming from the inside out, immersing the world in a glorious shine. Querents are on the friendlier side or possess the traits of "everyone's best friend". Big ole gummy smiles; a toothy grin. Friend of the world, can communicate with babies (children) and animals. Bunnies as a favorite animal [or "nickname"].

♡⃕ Find joy in mischief or getting a rise out of people; the jester of their friends or family (especially cousins). Pulling stunts to scare others, harmless pranks, and cracking jokes to lighten the mood at all times. Father could have the prankster gene hence why it's recognized. Def some home celebrities, family oriented querents for sure. Thanksgiving or New Years as a favorite holiday, too.

♡⃕ "Taut" RBF's, lips could form into a thin line on many occasions. Furrowing brows whenever they're driving home a point, prone to getting into "spats" or disputes (i.e. argumentative). Could hate banter, but revel in conflict; adrenaline rushes during confrontation(s). Intelligence is golden during debate conversations if tense. Bilingual/trilingual; native language from places of birth. Anais from Gumball in terms of frustration or attitude. Could have Virgo or Aries in personal (or outer) planets.

♡⃕ Really fiery, like it's all in this reading. "Quick", not doing things before or *after* thinking (i.e. regretting impulsive decisions). Cussing; swearing a lot or while chewing someone out. "Off the rails." Although full throttle, anxiety ("anxiousness") or bad nerves get in their way often. Bass boosted, loud volume, headbanging music as it compliments their vigor. 'TYG' from Megan thee Stallion & Spiritbox.

♡⃕ "Cupid bow lips". Bottom lip being plumper than the top; "fuller". Beauty mole(s) on the face or chin, above the mouth too. Using white lip liner or concealer for a signature makeup look ("added touch"). Distinct characteristics pertaining the face; statement piece [earrings, eye makeup, hair accessories].

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐈 𓆩❦︎𓆪

WHAT’S SEDUCTIVE IN GENERAL ⟶ 🎴 Reflection. King of Cups. Knight of Wands↺. Happiness. Queen of Cups. 9oP↺. 4oS [bod].

THE LOVER GIRL IS A HOPELESS ROMANTIC, A PERSON THAT’S ENCOMPASSED TO THE BELIEF OF HAVING [THEIR] TRUE LOVE. "Hopelessly devoted to you," comes to mind, a song that expresses the inner monologue this pile has ["everyday"]. Relationships can become a lifeline, a means of preservation in time of need; love is taken quite seriously, even more so if it's reciprocated. It's attractive to feel appreciated, yearned and cared for by Pile Two's energy; willing to share however many pieces of their heart if it’s necessary.

♰♰♰ Bubbly personality keeps this pile from being detected, the wide smiles and "softly glazed" eyes adds onto innocence. People can sense there's something more, carnal energy that's held from unleashing. I feel that there's Cancerian-Libran placements because the perception of them reminds me of pink bows and sugarplums. Cute, but only because their deviance is hidden ["in plain sight"]. "Naughty Girl" by Beyonce. There's more to them than meets the eye, as it's tempting others to come taste or try (lots of probing one's sexual identity can occur). ♰♰♰ Alchemy is a curated, learned skill and it's Pile Two's way to the Universe. Tumultuous rebirths are recurring, made to "force" them into shape; changing course throughout their journey is attractive. Learning and applying hard lessons in order to receive whatever they wish for. An enigma is how they're perceived, someone that's checked out when they're not immersed in another world. Going through—or "experiencing"—transformations will affect their overall appearance. Erasing an identity from the past, embracing change for a clean slate, shedding skin with hair and clothing. Their presence leaves people's blood rushing.

HIGHLY EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT, THEY CAN FIND THEMSELVES LONGING FOR HEIGHTENED SENSE OF AFFECTION IN OTHERS. An emptiness can rest inside them, but it's just because they're familiar with vulnerability; an "open book" if it pertains their feelings, being the only person who gets them. Honesty is a fault, because it allows the truth to be set "free". Human embodiment of the Justice card, their Judgement can sever or repair the lives ("energies") of those around. 222 and 333 are angel numbers that indicate progression in life or to urge use of discernment. "Put themselves first."

♰♰♰ Euphoric essence around their beauty, how it's a gift for their highest form. It's special—a beautiful blessing in physical features. Plush lips, "rosy" undertone(s), pleasant figure and "fleshy" areas (hips, thighs, love handles). Someone that's mesmerizing, the embodiment of Aphrodite's pearl; the birth of beauty. Shapeshifting is likely, as they've earned it with the help from above ("the ethers"). Staying true to what's on the inside and having it bloom on the outside. Dreams in human form. Being noticed [and "adorned"] for their innocence, in personality or facial features. Big, sparkly, animated eyes and "sooty" lashes; resembling Betty Boop; the fattest chipmunk cheeks (can insinuate someone's ass) and so on. ♰♰♰ Intention on Pile Two's end shows up in an authoritative sense, when they insert themselves it's because they're tired of the bullshit. Eerily similar to that of a "headmaster", otherwise strictness is a part of their love language. Coddling will only get someone so far, lol this pile's upfront; blunt, but respectful [simultaneously]. This pile won't allow people to run and duck from their problems, only "showing" the option to face them. Those same people are awakened to their fears, abilities, and unnatural desires; they've been found, truly seen. Making people sit up straight and pay attention; "IDGAF if I was late" ie. no one but Pile Two can check them like this. That spunkiness is a treasure alone, but especially cherished for stemming from "unaltered" independence. Praise and worshipping kinks could be prevalent during encounters.

WHAT’S SEDUCTIVE IN BED ⟶ 🎴 3oS. Ace of Cups↺. 6oS. King of Pentacles. Death. 7oC [bod].

DISARMING PEOPLE WITH CHARM—ALOOFNESS—REMAINS KEY, A COMPONENT THAT OFFERS THE BEST SURPRISE. Playing coy, twiddling thumbs or tucking hair ("biting it" too), it's a game that this pile wins easily. Nobody expects this from Pile Two, not in the slightest because they're too kind. Gentle and 'maternal', nimble like a baby mouse. On the surface, that is. I'm envisioning the slow drip of a faucet, or the articulation of a cat's paw steps—steady [and deliberate]. This energy reminds me of honey while it drizzles, erotic and warm. This pile's *so* sensual, and it drives a lottttttttt of people insane ("up the walls"). Feline, otherwise 'tactful', energies are present; acquiring or possessing skills in seduction. Mastery in peep shows, teases, and dances for sure. Mastery in peep shows, teases, and dances for sure. "We can't just keep talking about it, I want you to come inside it...I want to get wild" insinuates romantic partners don't want to wait, that they're in the mood anytime they see querent.

♰♰♰ Provocative is the best word for this group, they're able to control a room with little to no motion (unless it's on top <3). Can move mountains, crush stone, with nothing but a toe point; very powerful people. Pheromones alone are even enough, it's the sheer nature of it all, this pile's addictive. They may find that their sexual encounters will include overstimulation or force (i.e. domination) because lovers aren't capable of holding it in. Losing coherency, spiraling in Pile Two's "abyss" ("going the extra mile"). Essentially, lovers that'll believe in the red string theory after just one time together. It shocks anyone that's graced a chance to get in bed, the sexual influence is mind warping. ♰♰♰ Orgasms come super easily ("almost naturally") when given from them. Their technique(s) to have someone cumming are "sensational", soul touching and tear producing (I smell Scorpio and 12H placements lol). Definitely bestowed with the "magic touch"; skills that beckon one's climax forth. The Enchantress. People reach different heights with them, a "new peak"—reborn for existence ["again"]. People have revelations and awakenings in bed with Pile Two, in which can come about in a matter of minutes or after one orgasm (in other words, tread this force of a skill lightly). Obsessive behavior is prone to arise, 99.8% that it will, because people won't get enough. Querents knowledge on ecstasy is beyond teaching, so much that I sense it's spiritual; an "antidote" for those who aren't "well" (i.e. in heat and addicted).

BEING COINED AS 'THE BEST' SOMEONE'S EVER HAD IS TIED DIRECTLY TO BEING WORTH THE CHASE. Not that this group's only good or made for sex, more so being an expert in that department adds to their prestige. It's giving public reputation, one that's good or possibly envied; 10H prominence. King of Pentacles is the emblem of high social standing, respect and utmost value; the spread itself clarifies the admiration of Pile Two from different POVs. May mirror the 'WAG effect', but with them as the celebrity and their partner the wife. Double confirmation for emulating a cat, this is their ownership and haughtiness lmao. Wouldn't be surprised if it was obvious that querents wears ["and buys"] the pants in romantic connections, I even sense being worshipped by choice—love's in a glass case for the public to see. May mirror the "WAG effect", but Pile Two isn't the wife (they're the "breadwinner").

♰♰♰ Physique is coming in similar to Pile One (check it out if called), more pronunciation on the upper half tho. The breasts (chest) are "opulent", so possibly on the fuller cup side or give off an illusion (i.e. being big). "Full moon" is what I'm channeling which gives off that their breasts hold the emphasis on moon; Cancer placements (Sun, Moon, Mars), weightier feel, stretch marks or birthmarks across (or around) them. "Pushup bra", meaning that area is noticeable. Anatomy aside, breasts equate to maternal characteristics. Being domestic, caring for those around them, owning an apartment and a dog—signs that potential partners associate to good parenting. "With child". Breeding and having babies/getting this pile pregnant are major fantasies because they carry the imagery of how a "mother" should be. ♰♰♰ The softest people are in this pile and not just referring to vibes; skin, hair, lips, and legs are reminiscent of warm butter (which can point to glowing). I see the definition of radiance within their regime. Wearing whipped scents and perfumes of dreams, they kiss every room with succulence. A mango of a person, each part of them quenching people's thirst. Softness also indicates being a safe haven, or "stress relief", [a peace of mind] for close connections in their lives. Lol I'm even imagining a stress ball ("magenta"), like querent is a few people's security blanket. Giving out the best hugs and sweetest smile. Nothing overtly sexual, seduction is their aura. Comforting, dependable [with reason], and trustworthy; characteristics that whisper "this is a good person".

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐒.

♡⃕ Humorous people, like will make an entire room fold under pressure and BOL. "Practical jokester" and "professional yapper". Dragging people along; "jittery" or full of enthusiasm. Big kid as an adult, could even giggle a "ton". Dimples, smile lines, “eye crinkles” are present. Sun could be in cardinal houses [1H, 4H, 7H, 10H].

♡⃕ Oral, both giving and receiving, is a favorite. Mouths are "heated", almost like steamy hot tub water. Head that's slow and deliberate; "toe curling", "sheet gripping". Keeping a lover in place, holding their legs apart or keeping them pinned [for max pleasure]. Learning new techniques, tricks and "treats" for a five star experience. Pluto could be in cardinal houses [1H, 4H, 7H, 10H].

♡⃕ Feeling the same as “bubblegum” pink, having an aura that’s saturated in sugariness. Pinkalicious (brat); getting their way in love and not having to do much in return. Pink skin after getting spanked, undertones that show "flush". "Sweetest Pie" by Megan thee Stallion & Dua Lipa (similar vibes). Skill in baking or treats ("top notch"), confectionary sugar. Using their goods as [or "for"] a temporary love spell.

♡⃕ Goodhearted with a 'girl/boy next door' quality, would be a TV show's comfort character [otherwise most popular]. Happiness evokes the distinction of the ✨ emoji; "higher frequencies." Eloquence of Disney princesses or princes; "ain't no sunshine when she's gone." Transmuting pain, turning it into better days [or "Good Days" by SZA]. Positive influence, specifically on elders. Singing can be therapeutic and a skill.

♡⃕ Masturbation and alternative self-pleasure tactics can be chronic. Satisfying their needs, practicing affirmative moaning (e.g. moaning out loud and looking in a mirror). Instills confidence with sexuality—revealing clothing, "fiercely" looking makeup (winged liner, "blood" red lips), sexual discipline [on their time]. Can't be tied down, like ever. Has options for different days of the week ("separate occasions"); a playa. Could be Martian (Mars dom).

♡⃕ Maternal instincts and having a knack for domesticity, "family oriented". Dreams of birthing [or raising] children; adopting pets (i.e. owning multiple). Children "flock" to them, feel seen and understood from an adult POV ("trustful"). Dependable to friends. Proficient in babysitting or caretaking the youth; babies and toddlers "favorite person."

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𓆩❦︎𓆪

WHAT’S SEDUCTIVE IN GENERAL ⟶ 🎴 Sadness. the Hermit. Page of Swords. Creativity↺. 7oS↺. Strength. 2oW. 8oS [bod].

BRIGHT DIAMONDS FEEL REVELANT IN COMPARISON TO PILE THREE'S RARITY. On the surface it seems they're forlorn and stoic or repressed and grim. Misunderstood and judged until an opportunity to see all of them arrives; "guarded" but authentic ("100%"). Querents may emulate the solemness in renaissance oil paintings. Given the chance to drop their guard, they'll ease into vulnerability. Not entirely, just enough to witness them relax. It's public knowledge that they're forced to be on [the] edge, and that it's near impossible to get off alone. This pulls people in, as if they're rushing to get closer; want to be querents knight in shining armor. "If I'm worthy enough?" People dream to sought out after this pile's approval, and coming to the realization is sexy.

♰♰♰ Querents of this pile are made of stone. Their energy is immovable, it's not made to crack ["shatter, or break"]. Willow trees make up their intelligence, these are teachers of power (strength and discipline). I see them as "silent, but deadly", as silence ("Hermit mode") is the shield. Saying nothing and knowing it all. Intelligence comes to mind, alluding to mental influence on others. Potential partners could find themselves having an urge to do better; heighten their knowledge, sharpen their skills, complete a craft. Lmao however, Pile Three wouldn't have even told them to go do it, those partners would've done it all by themselves for Pile Three ("just because"). Power is definitely a thriving source here. ♰♰♰ Determinative and empowered, querents are forthcoming regarding goals, ambitions, and accomplishments; success seems to "follow" them, but that's due to it being a source of comfort. Channeling the drive to "succeed" is found in creative or musical pursuits [if not about career]. It's not unheard of that this pile fights to the end of Earth to conquer a triumph (spirit of a warrior). This is perceived seductively as it displays to the world how perseverant they will be; "nothing that can be taken away" because it's what they know how to easily obtain.

THE LYNX WITH A SOLUTION IS HOW THIS PILE IS REPRESENTED TO OTHERS, PLUS ROMANTIC PARTNERS. Unpredictable, braggadocious, reactive, and relentless; characteristics in common as they're shaped from a similar mold. Intuition is a prevalent factor as well, because like a lynx, Pile Three can interpret anyone's energy (i.e. "read the room") and quickly adjust. Watchful gaze and all. Analyzing sceneries has led them into assessment, coined the role of lieutenant. It's prominent for sure, I'm hearing "dictator" as in this is how querents come off. It's "unsettling", but in the way that rolls tingles up your spine. Commanding and directing is attached to them as a personality trait, it's born from their urge to take initiative. Doing things, learning things, attempting things at the drop of a dime and asserting their authority by getting it finished.

♰♰♰ Querents are able to play hot and cold (like the song), inevitably putting people in a box labeled "undetermined"; people don't know where they stand, might not even know how to, just because Pile Three never tells. Like a magician pulling a trick and walking offstage even with the audience unbeknownst to how it worked. "Let me in" is what people scream internally, while jumping through hoops and hell to prove that they're worth the risk. Maximum effort to impress querents, or at the very least get them to "reconsider" dropping their defense. "Lower their expectations", so partners can dream of a real chance. Safe to say that querents are more likely to give "tests" with no thought about reviewing them. ♰♰♰ It's highly plausible that assertion on Pile Three's end is a coverup over their ["raging"] insecurities. Internal, external, mental or physical doubts hide under their reign ("rule"), it's easier for querents to take charge in all areas because they can't control their mind. Before spiraling, before "shutdown" (mass destruction); breathing techniques ("practice") helps level them out when in the midst of breakdowns. Personal lives can be on the brink of crumbling to querents, this is a result of 'unhealthy' home environment(s) as they grew older—interpersonal relationships were likely affected most. Codependency is a result from this unhealed wound ("wounds"), as it feels like something physical will heal the void rather than actual treatment (e.g. therapy). Addiction to sex, substance, work, or gambling is rather prevalent, so seductiveness comes in the form of sinful vices. ♰♰♰ Pile Three was the only group to receive an extra card, which happens to be about making decisions and stepping outside comfort zones [2 of Wands]. I found this interesting considering this pile has trouble taking [and making] leaps of faith, they live by the rule of a schedule (anything outside of that doesn't see light of day fr); someone [according to the number two] could change that. Show them a whole new world outside of expectations, routine, and boredom lmao. What gets querents to open up and breathe for once, that this someone gives them space to register, download, and process; they feel like being alone with the lights off, something Pile Three wouldn't mind sharing with them in real life; "let them in".

WHAT'S SEDUCTIVE IN BED ⟶ 🎴4oC. the Hanged Woman. 10oP. the Devil. 8oW. Death↺ [bod].

CHAMELEONS MARK QUERENTS ALTERNATE IDENTITY ("SPLIT PERSONALITY"), A SIDE OF THEMSELVES THAT ISN'T COMPOSED AND HIDDEN. It feels like the confines of a private party; hair messy, lips smudged, phone lost but the music keeps jumping. They're spinning round and round, pulling whoever's nearby into their circle. This shows in moments of comfort; setting a mood outside of their walls and head. Enjoying themselves to the max and inviting others to unwind also. It is sexy to loosen up and let your hair down, it's a "birthright" to bask in the moment. An outlook on free will that serene is destined for greatness, others can see it. In the bedroom, Pile Three turns the encounter into hotel service; five star rating from all the guests.

♰♰♰ Dominatrix/Dominant is the intensity I'm feeling, querent has the presence of a god. Everything's gone cold, lights are low and silence is near. "Secretary", E. Edward Gray vibes times ten (I even picture them cracking back an extra long whip). Definitely, definitely, definitelyyyy making people become their little sluts—overworking their existence with their own pleasure (woah :P). Indicates incessant teasing ("edging"), praise or punishment, and submission (mentally, physically). "Silence?" coming in could represent the use of rules, or it can be the calm after their partner's orgasm. Shutting down and regenerating all from Pile Three's conditions [e.g. sensory deprivation and multiple rounds]. It’s sexual Fear Factor, and many would love to play. ♰♰♰ Vanilla lovers are common and likely easily influenced; Pile Three gains the upper hand over others, but it's used to explore their fantasies. "How many licks to turn you out?" hence the overall dynamic of bedroom activity. Degradation when inflicted could dance on the harsher end (e.g. face smacking), but this also says meanness is a raging turn on (both querent and partner).

IT'S PLAUSIBLE THAT PEOPLE ARE SEDUCED DURING SEX, BECAUSE THROUGHOUT THE ENCOUNTER THEY'RE LOSING THEMSELVES JUST TO BE FOUND. Pile Three inhibits the role of a teacher, borderline disciplinarian, but all in the language of tough "love". Essentially, the dominance from them helps their partners with self discovery; helps them develop a newfound confidence in their identity. "Secretary" is coming in again, which isn't surprising since this pile resonates with the movie's theme. The main character, Lee, is a representation of querents spouse throughout their transformation; "on the path to redemption" with their own bodies. Butterflies floating from their cocoons to venture somewhere that's not home—these partners are butterflies once Pile Three travels along their bliss and ecstasy [as in life changing sex ;)].

♰♰♰ Oh, this the pile into wrapping their bedroom partners in rope or fluffy black cuffs; into withholding sweet relief when they have to cum. I'm hearing "soft", which alludes to a gentler side emerging whenever it's time to tie someone up [or implement use of bondage]. Fondness develops once Pile Three leans into this dynamic of rewards for submission; partners light up at the dualism because it reminds them that they're "loved" (i.e. cared for). ♰♰♰ Pile One had significant messages revolving around querents voice, and it's the same for Pile Three. Going off the downloads about demand and control, what's specifically seductive is hearing them speak; giving "instructions", whispering little nothings, essentially melting people's eardrums with word salad. Lol, it reminds me of how certain celebrities are urged to read audiobooks. It's erotic, but it's even better when it's meant for one person ("partner") to hear. I'm also channeling the use of querents voice, in the sense that they're vocalists in bed: "do it like that", "stay there", "i'm so close", "you feel that", etc. They're in [no way] afraid to praise or chide how their experience feels, dissatisfaction isn't an answer.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐒.

♡⃕ Victimization, "prone to experiencing projection." People pushing ideas onto their persona, not accepting querents for who they actually are. Black sheep ["of friends"]. Edgelord (traits). Pluto in 1H, 2H, or 3H. Sun could be in a water sign [Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces] and in 6H.

♡⃕ High profile, appearance is that of a model. "Diamond face"; head shape is acute, sharpened and definitive (e.g. strong jawline). Cheekbones accentuated with contour and highlighter "blush". Straight or "queen" shaped brows. Scorpio in Moon, Venus, or Mars.

♡⃕ Talking and letting it "all out" during sexual encounters. Directing people how they want—need* to be pleased. Definitely talks someone through it; softly whispering the filthiest shit ever lol. Stern and direct. Influence is in their "reasonings", natural convos imitate public speeches ("PSAs"). Presence that'd do wonders in a governmental field (the Pentagon, CIA, secret service). Mercury in 8H, 12H, conjunct IC (4H).

♡⃕ Rolling Stone' by the Weeknd reflects their inner thoughts ("monologue"). Missing people [or a person] that doesn't exist; lonely by ["a"] fault. Stoners, "being stoned" from troubles, using escapism as defense. Caged bird, but an escape isn't near (false). Father Time [Saturn] gifts them wisdom with maturity; development is their "greatest" friend. Meditative yoga, journaling, or music ground them tremendously.

♡⃕ 333; individuals that're lucky, "blessed by Jupiter." Purple aura, royal like mindset. Abundance in material possessions, large amounts that fall through when least expected. "Lumpsums" and it's a new car. Good karma surrounding finances, regime, and knowledge [seemingly 6H]. Could know friends who know "friends" [business opportunities, success]. "Hustlers."

♡⃕ Major Aquarian traits; innovative, intelligent, "indescribable." Could "LOL" a lot, they're likely to be cackling. Incorporates "spectacles" in everyday fashion (sunglasses, reading glasses, fun patterned glasses). Accessories that stand out like their music; multi-genre playlists that's all their taste. Into fruit smoothies or Greek yogurt. "Unconventional" (lifestyle).

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐕 𓆩❦︎𓆪

WHAT'S SEDUCTIVE IN GENERAL⟶ 🎴 Creativity. 4oP. 5oP. Rest. 2oW↺. Ace of Pentacles↺. 6oP [bod].

THE CONNECTION TO THIS PILE WAS INSTANTANEOUS, MEANING QUERENTS ARE "TRANQUIL" IN SPIRIT, FLUID IN ENERGY. Pile Four's essence reminds me of coconut trees in Hawaii, leaves fluttering from the warmest of breezes; "tropical island" but in the form of their inner self. Child of the seas. Water nymph in her prime, having a beautiful voice is within this comparison; lessons will develop the clarity of their singing, "choir like" vocals. Aromatherapies could soothe disruptions querents face, scent itself is a huge part of their presence period. "Musk", "gourmand"; smelling delectable, but with an added hint of spice (e.g. cinnamon base). I'm downloading wafts of vanilla, caramel, cotton candy, and chocolate. A guilty pleasure, otherwise delightful to those that can't get a taste ["even tho they want to so bad"].

♰♰♰ Eyes are the most seductive feature of this pile, like the amount of pressure ("pleasure") people get after locking eyes is immense as hell. Naturally intense, resembling that of a tiger's—narrowed and penetrating. "Big ego". Sexiness can be found within their pupils, a tenacious gleam once it's turned on. Transformations are recurring here and partly because Pile Four chooses who they want to "be", slipping on a mask as if they're dressing for the part. "Which era am I stepping into today?" I'm channeling the planet Pluto, so there could dominant or prominent influence in the chart; querents have much passion hidden behind those irises and it hooks people. ♰♰♰ Charitable, generous beings reside within; attention is focused on Pile Four's desires to donate or give back. Not only partners, but people will generally find that level of empathy to be attractive. Humble and rich, whether that's in material assets or spiritual abundance, querents aren't hesitant to share. Pentacles are associated to wealth, so income is especially prominent; "big bank", accumulating revenue through their purposefulness. Humanitarianism is beloved from Pile Four because it's seen as genuine ("from the heart"). Forewarning to repress any sign of bragging, boasting, or full out greed since these are funds tied to karma; Saturn is the driving force because it's all hard earned and deserved, but he won't allow them to forget where they came from. Good behavior equals no testing trials or lessons, we want to keep it that way lol.

ENDEARMENT FROM THE COLLECTIVE WILL BE APPARENT; PEOPLE FIND IT QUITE DIFFICULT TO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH PILE FOUR. I believe it's their truth and honesty, because they're undoubtedly the peacemaker for a *lot* of people's situations ("shortcomings"). "You've got a friend in me", meaning querents don't bash, they just expect better. Respect blooms once bathed in that light, it's "justified" (i.e. deserved). Honoring an opinion or perspective from this pile, because it's "essential for growth". Sun conjunct [or "trine"] Mercury or MC only emphasizes this air of importance. Utilizing communication and publicly speaking will be a part of this pile's rite of passage lol, definitely meant to be heard out loud (e.g. fighting for rights as a career). Also, raising awareness for a specific subject ("sensitive", controversial) will be a focal point regarding their presence in society—trailblazers.

♰♰♰ Personally, I'd be wary of the people this pile's around because some people are attracted to their sadness. With ill intention this is obviously weird, but harmless attraction would just be someone wanting to "save" Pile Four. Since they're one with inner power, it seems that nothing can shake their stability until it does. It's arousing when querents are in need because they usually never are; never asking for help, won't accept it neither [at least to anyone around that knows firsthand]. It's giving "the damsel's *finally* in distress", like people would leap in front of traffic if it meant they'd get to Pile Four first. Ngl, the other end of this spectrum is very loud—witch hunt vibes, as in "enemies" are literally praying to see querents suffer. Could be prominent later in life, but regardless I felt called to insert a message. Oddly, it's higher ups (bosses, managers) harboring this level of resentment; threatened by Pile Four's strength and potential [to succeed]. Be extremely cautious when at work (or in a workspace), I sense sabotage and framing ("accidents") when we know the real. ♰♰♰ While listening to music, I found myself coming across two separate versions of the same song; one was better than the other, which led me to believe that Pile Four experiences (or "will experience") copycatting and comparison from others. Specifically, partners or suitors who're in committed relationships and fail to keep querents out their fantasies. "Do it better" is being channeled, which also reminds me of being validated for something special ["that no one else has"]. Not to promote infidelity or being someone's sidepiece, but the favoritism isn't really being hidden lmao. This pile must be invested in spirituality or at the very least into the law of "what goes around comes around", because they're not tempted by any bait. They remember who karma is and how she operates, I don't picture them dipping into people's relationships for harmful doing at all. Using someone to their advantage, yes, but allowing themselves to come second place when someone's already first, hard pass.

WHAT'S SEDUCTIVE IN BED ⟶ 🎴Knight of Wands. 8oC. the Emperor. 6oP. King of Swords. the Fool [bod].

DISCOVERING THAT THERE'S ANOTHER SIDE TO SOMEONE SECLUDED IS SUCH A HOT LITTLE SECRET, AND PILE FIVE'S IN ON IT ("DEVIANCY"). Seduction is their strip tease, a dance where each turn and grind is another piece of clothing on the floor. It's as if the quiet island essence drowned beneath heavy passion and eroticism. "Drenched." For some, private encounters ["at night"] could be a habitual pastime, a "hobby". Stress reliever it is, and partners will find joy in being the outlet. Enamor is found at the base of sexual encounters, as in partners find themselves "sinking" into querents love [let alone fall].

♰♰♰ The card spread is a telltale significator of being a freak, definitely needing someone who can "match it" all the same. Like the signs are signing, from the Fool (openness in sexual ideas) at the bottom of the deck to the eroticism that surrounds (encloses) me. I feel that loyalty and trust are the keys to Pile Five's sexual shop. Think those 18+ Instagram posts that're like, "I look innocent, but for that one person I'm the opposite." Querents are a personification of that energy, they're hard to read [sexually] unless someone's intentions say differently. Roleplaying could be a kink that's enjoyable, especially in a maid's outfit or "teacher student" attire; the effects of role reversal instill stability and confidence in their romantic relationships. ♰♰♰ King of Swords came through and despite not having an actual place in the spread, the card came with a download about Pile Four's ability to "take it". Be it longer length of a dick/dildo, nonstop orgasms, or multiple rounds—they're handling everything like a pro ;). "Extremely commendable." People's mouths are going to drop and hang open just from witnessing the durability in person, "making it disappear" isn't common. I'll even insert anal, just because it fits the bill in this context (taboo doesn't exist).

SCENTS HAVE WAFTED TO THE SEXUAL SIDE, PUTTING EMPHASIS ON THE "SMELL" OF DESIRE. Smelling lovely, carrying an ambience of rose petals and candlelight. I've compared another pile to being an aphrodisiac and it also applies to querents; pheromones cloud and permeate the senses of partners, keeps them strung ["on what they're going to have"]. It's telling how drawn in they are, I see them hanging around Pile Four like flies to fresh fruit. Nobody likes to let go, in turn encouraging themselves to stay; "know I gotta leave, but I want to stay." Hearts growing fonder no matter the distance. Selena Quintanilla's presence and aura to the collective, and how that light is missed everyday—Pile Four.

♰♰♰ Naturalness is liberation to querents, their body hair isn't shunned or shamed. "Carefree". Bushes are attractive to not only them, but their lovers as well. It's the normalcy of two people bonding in bed, I think it's a ["stress"] relief to turn off being perfect just to be human. Feels bohemian in the sense of living by the choice; inspiring body positivity. Innocent, but it's attractive enough that partners want to "go down" more frequently ;P. It just adds more uumph to an encounter. ♰♰♰ There's a specific person that came in, someone who devotes ("dotes") their happiness on Pile Four's satisfaction (*for some*). Regardless, I'm channeling messages about foot massages and bathtubs ["together"]; "extreme" TLC after passionate sessions; chocolates fed to them, etc. Romcom acts of service, sweet nothings and dates as long as they're treating querents (i.e. together). Whoever this energy belongs to, they're practically marriage material [and a munch].

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐒.

♡⃕ Tons of fame indicators, querents could find themselves in the public eye once this lifetime. Skepticism around their authenticity, and if they're "cut out" for the scrutiny (otherwise backlash). Nitpicking about appearance being "too hot" and "sexy". Wild and famous. Sun (“conjunct Mercury”) or Lilith could be in 10H. Could have personal planets or placements in Capricorn or Libra [i.e. Saturn ruled].

♡⃕ "Eye catching" type of beauty. Attractivity resembles that of a model, influencer, or "guru"; gorgeous ass people. Androgynous features (well balanced between masc and fem energies). Exhibits the cut and value ("grace") of pink white diamonds. Could be Venusian [Rising, Moon, and Venus in Libra].

♡⃕ Virgin, practicing celibacy, or abstinence; haven't had penetrative sex "yet". Staying to themselves, rejecting new partners (flings), respect around the body. "Not letting anyone touch." Body isn't a joking matter, taken very seriously. Potential health scares [or "hospital visits"]. Prone to sending, posting, or saving nude pics.

♡⃕ Expensive jewels in their favorite pieces of jewelry; never seen without it [necklace, bracelet, “pendant”]. Red rubies or emeralds could have significance (e.g. birth stone, parent’s name etc.). People see them as “luxurious”. Debbie Jellinksy in ‘Addams Family Values’. Spoiled babies, but not without reason. Bargainers [“and deals”]. Jealous themes regarding fashion, beauty, and influence (themselves included).

♡⃕ Going into hiding, "Hermit mode" for a soul cleanse (refresher). Transformative as hell. Disappearing for months at a time just to reappear a "new" person; even more beautiful, "collected", and better than before. Unrecognizable (in a good way). "Money Longer" by Lil Uzi Vert. Pluto dominant, their ability to shed skin and birth anew is apparent ("respected"). Noticed in *every* room they've ever stepped in ("blessing and a curse").

♡⃕ Free the oppressed (“Palestine” and more); boycotting message, either to start or continue. Stop drinking coffee from Starbucks, it’s being frowned upon [“spiritual guidance”], people's lives are at stake. They’re important—they matter.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐕 𓆩❦︎𓆪

WHAT'S SEDUCTIVE IN GENERAL ⟶ 🎴 Abundance↺. Knight of Wands↺. the Magician. Rejection↺. Ace of Swords. the Star. Knight of Cups↺ [bod].

PILE FIVE'S PRESENCE IS ILLUMINATED BY THEIR OUTER PROMINENCE, THEIR "STAR" SHINE (HENCE THE STAR CARD). I've noticed that all five piles have this certain glow to their energies, their personalities can revive a dark room. In this instance, Pile Five's personality is what's alluringly magnetic, it's "seduction" at its truest form. Envision if a person wanted to build their lover, they'd pick characteristics from querents admirabilities. "Sensuous" and amicable, somehow much more than expected (alongside individual uniqueness). Adept with an artistic approach, querents bestow fine talents—performing onstage (i.e. singing, dancing), creative writing, interior or fashion design, etc. Makes them exceptionally special, more so in the public eye; "starstruck". "Nice & Slow" can allude to querents steadiness in attaining their goals, taking the long route for lasting (rewarding) results.

♰♰♰ Embodying traits of people's ideal person (i.e. "perfection") is one of the main factors of being seduced; reminding them that humans aren't one dimensional, that we're made up of universal qualities. Humor would be the best example, because it's not a requirement to be with someone funny, until you realize that you love to laugh. Pile Five has this natural likeliness, they're able to be relatable without coming off as a flake ("try hard"); they're a breath of fresh air, a "relief". Youthfulness is a key factor as well, subtle mannerisms and expressions that thump through people's hearts; "twinkling eyes" and sweet smiles. The wonder in querents eyes is especially prominent, everyone notices at first glance. Literally the Star card, lighting up the nighttime. ♰♰♰ I envision this pile having many friends, being the favorite person in a lot of people's lives. A bestfriend, even to passing strangers. I'm hearing "polly pocket", which says people don't ["ever"] want to outgrow playing with Pile Five. (i.e. spend time with them). Spilling secrets, getting/giving advice, and trusting forever comes with this pile's care package lol; they're the sun for someone else's rainy day ("a confidant"). All above is the answer to "what's so beautiful about them?" Inner beauty is perceived to be felt "by all". Beautiful generosity is what I'm hearing, so querents hospitality is noteworthy. Getting-people-awestruck energy.

QUERENTS DEMEANOR DANCES ALONG THE LINES OF BEING RESERVED AND STRICT. BEING DEFINITIVE IS THE BETTER WORD, THEY'RE APT TO EARNESTY. If Virgo placements are present then this level of poise comes effortlessly, it's a part of them. Primitive and prestigious, people find these attributes to be "fascinating". Miranda Priestly from "the Devil Wears Prada" is who I visualize Pile Five to be; attentiveness to detail, pristine image from successes, a name upheld by its holder. Her character struts with diligence and strives for the greatest opportunities (it's in querents presence). Not letting up on a goal and seeing it to the end draws everyone in; "making shit happen" with devotion catches everyone's attention (enamoring).

♰♰♰ Getting feisty and excessive cussing is a part of querents likability; "randomness" in their words or expressionism. Lol "loudmouthing" is coming in, so they're bound to going off in the heat of moment ["or any time of day"]. The wheel generator (unexpectedness) of their speech is their bat signal, but especially when they're feeling mean. People may project weakness onto this pile—not taking them seriously—until it's their turn to get told off ("caught in the crossfire"). Harmless until they detonate :P, people are reminded that Pile Five has two separate sides. ♰♰♰ Their facial features are accentuated for luring (attracting) attention "wherever they are"; recognition for how irresistible they look to other people. Characteristics of an "angel", plump (cherubic) cheeks or apple like cheekbones. Highlighter serves them well, makes their appearance "radiant", can resemble the Sun. Broad shoulders, toned calves, or a built figure; seduction in their flex, or in moments where they're on display (e.g. in a swimsuit). I see them invoking the spirit of a Taurus [bull] and arousing tenaciousness in lovers. If it was possible to do, someone would paint Pile Five's face to hang in the Louvre.

WHAT'S SEDUCTIVE IN BED ⟶ 🎴8oC↺. 10oP↺. Ace of Swords. the Lovers. Page of Pentacles. Queen of Cups [bod].

HAVING AN EFFECTS OF HEAVY DRUGS WOULD BE AN IDEAL REFERENCE TO PILE FIVE’S SEDUCTIVENESS. All it takes is just one dose, because right after that is when the addiction begins (i.e. obsessive lovers). It's not uncommon for this group to attract internet watchers or stalkers, otherwise past partners that don't want to leave them alone; "can't get enough" of their love, aimlessly wondering if Pile Five's wondering too. "Made for everyone", as in "one taste and you're whipped". Don't be afraid to indulge, especially if it's the best you'll ever get. The pile that got away for a lot of past lovers [111, 1111 is significant].

♰♰♰ Wetness and fluids are big with querents, the first thing I channeled was "water fountain" (cream). It's making me giggle, because private areas can be seen as a "problem" from producing so much liquid. This can indicate "magic" genitals, private parts sprinkled in glitter. Orgasms from this pile are the "gift that keeps on giving", like people's self-worth (value) end up skyrocketing lol. "Heaven sent" plus the gift of pleasure leaves the impression of God's angel on others. Breeding or ["multiple"] creampies as a kink, because lovers find themselves absorbing the excess ("wanting it all", if you catch my drift..). Water is heavy [throughout the spread] which confirms many messy situations ;). ♰♰♰ Lips, lips, lips: kissing and feeling them is an experience, a solidified moment in anyone's lives if they're granted the chance. Pile Five's kisses (mouth in general) is an escape, a getaway the promised land ["of ecstasy"]. Kisses are delectable, tasting dessert-esque (sugary, savory). Flavors of peppermint or "candy" is prominent, otherwise satiating the desire. Also, the red lips on Sabrina's cover art gives me the idea of being kissed all over; the body, face, and "soul". A level of expertise this high means Pile Five is [or will be] a lot of people's "first"; love, orgasm, or fulfilling relationship. I don't believe there's anything about them that won't get someone turned on and yearning.

AS IT'S BEEN SO POTENT, PILE FIVE'S ACCESS TO A HIGHER SOURCE OF POWER IS GRATIFYING; DIVINITY LIES WITHIN BED, IT'S AN AWAKENING OUTSIDE OF THE BODY. Sex is inherently spiritual, because to partners the encounter isn't "of this Earth". To me, I envision it as beams of light poking (pouring) through the mind and spirit of whoever's with this pile, essentially aligning physical pleasure to mental (i.e. their psyche) bliss. That's to say, any form of sex is tantric and transcendental. People will be taken aback (at first), but that's due to the encounter being as sacred as it is; the intention (or "practice") is too important to interrupt before it begins.

♰♰♰ It's hard to not claim this pile as being perfect, but omg the downloads just validate the sentiment. There's not one hair on querents body that isn't adorned and appreciated, this reigns even more true if they're in a committed connection (i.e. special person). No matter how they envision themselves, to the collective their existence is "exalted" and favored. Skin could even glow during and after sex, because they're so cherished; "everything they think they aren't" is debunked at their most vulnerable (nakedness). Laving on their sensitive spots (legs, thighs, feet) is a token of gratitude from lovers, it'll happen frequently considering how devoted to Pile Five they'll be. ♰♰♰ This is coming in so intensely, querents have the mouth of an oral [sex] god. Nothing short of a munch, they leave marks with their tongue or throat; pulling people into their utopia (i.e. ecstasy). Ecstasy is recurring word for this pile, hence being compared to a drug, an indicator for sex that's "numbing". During head, partners are bound to throw their heads ["and hands"] upwards. The pressure of being sucked into the void is "stilling", the calm before a ravage storm. Lmao, they get people stuck with their mouths on 'o'. Minds on cloud nine, limbs so light from relaxation they "could float"—blown. This pile is made up of lovers that give and give, until they can't give anymore. It's as if oral is a "souvenir", an experience meant to be collected forever more.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐒.

♡⃕ "Ironheart"; has the courage of the [cowardly] lion, bravery is learned (earned). Lightning strike(s) of a person, turns heads and charges surroundings with their intensity; energy is incomparable. Uranus could be a part of big three [Sun, Moon, Rising], Uranus dominant or in 1H/2H. Authors (writing can "revitalize" people, give them a wakeup call).

♡⃕ Connected to their highest form ("truest self"), receives messages through [or "from"] the Universe. Alienlike; "not of this Earth." What's on the inside (soul) reflects what's on their "face" (e.g. feeling good internally so they're extra smiley in person). Balanced. "Sacral chakra" alignment is a godsend for sex [can top or ride well]. Stomach is people's favorite part; birthmark, belly piercing, tattoo(s) above the waist.

♡⃕Insecurities are a part of them; "stories" about overcoming disappointment. Secretive to a fault ("can hold water" forever). Believes in trust and exposing what's on the inside—"bareface" (might also be more present at their "rawest"). Holds the key to the world (i.e. everyone's secrets). Consciousness. Lmao, fucking with them is a spiritual ass whooping full of drawbacks [and lessons]. Powerful ancestors (spirit team).

♡⃕ "Thank you" is their passage to life. Grateful for the smallest and largest things; "tearing up" over sentiments. Type to thank their lover for giving them orgasms ["submissive"]. "Soothing" voices; can converse or "rock" anyone to sleep (comforting). Cancer placements could be prominent [Sun, Moon, Venus][Lunarian].

♡⃕ "Bed Chem" by Sabrina Carpenter, might be "short and sweet". Emulates the energy of a little person ("smol"). Hair can be long, full and thick too [great for tugging, wrapping, or "pulling" in bed]. Cocoon, people don't want [them] to leave. Rich and "domestic" (motherly) singing voice. People like (love) to hear them whisper [Mercurial].

♡⃕ Artistic (artists at heart); creativity is all they know, all they breathe. Life path number 3/4, 5m [artistry]. Would do well onstage, might've experienced Broadway, could dream of visiting ("talent"). Pleasers (they're really submissive); lovers give them "everything" (i.e. drowning in ecstasy). Devotion is a personality trait. Pisces could be a part of their big six [Sun, Moon, Rising, Mercury, Venus, Mars][Neptunian].

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

#lovebitdemonic ψ #bitdemonic #new pac #pick a card #pick a pile #tarot #bitdemonic masterlist #18+ tarot #self love #something chronic #shufflemancy #channeled message #Spotify

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frenchkisstheabyss · 2 months ago

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♰ ₥ØĐɆⱤ₦ ĐɆ₥Ø₦₴ ♰

♰ Pairing: slasher!yunho x chubby!fem!slasher fucker!reader

♰ Genre: smut/dark romance/horror

♰ Summary: With a ruthless, brutal killer on the loose the safe thing to do would be to stay as far away from dangerous men as possible. But you've never been the kind of girl to play it safe and when danger comes in the form of a man like Yunho, how's a girl to stay away?

♰ Word Count: 3.4k-ish

♰ Warnings: Yunho's a literal serial killer, neither of you die but someone does, sorta vivid description of a limb being chopped off, voyeruism in a way, slasher fetish, sadism, masochism, dom daddy Yunho, choking, restriction of movement, a lil nipple play, penetrative sex, sex covered in blood, dirty talk, scratching, hickeys, other forms of marking, creampie, manhandling, pet names (baby, princess, good girl), you're both kinda psychos...obviously.

♰ A/N: I'd like to say, "Oh, I wrote this because Halloween is coming up!" but, no, I didn't. I'm just a slasher fucker, okay? A part of this was inspired by one of my favorite horror movies and if you can guess it then let's get married. Love you forever.

On a side note, thank you @dawn-iscozy for suggesting Yunho for this. I didn't regret that decision for a solitary minute.

There’s a killer on the loose. A brutal, wicked man who stalks the night preying upon unsuspecting victims. Some say he only goes after those he perceives as having done something wrong. His own perverse way of balancing the scales, righting the wrongs that the cops don’t have the balls to fix.

Others say it doesn’t matter who you are or what you do. Your chances of being butchered are all the same, sinner or saint. One thing’s for sure, once he has his sights set on you not even god himself can save you from the fate that awaits. You’re gone in the blink of an eye, never to be seen again. At least not in one piece.

You’ve heard the warnings a thousand times over but none of them struck fear into your heart. On the contrary, you have quite the erotic fascination with his art as he calls it in the letters he leaves behind. There’s something about what he does that taps into a fetish for danger that you dare not tell another living soul about. You want to play with fire, scorch the tips of your fingers in his flames. That’s how you ended up here, straddling the lap of a man who claims to be the killer your sick little heart yearns for.

You met at a club. The kind where people go to indulge their wildest fantasies, no matter how depraved. You were wandering around alone in a tight latex mini dress that fit the richness of your curves like a glove. You had your hair pinned up the way you do now, waterfalls of curls spilling down to frame your face. Expertly applied black lipstick adorned your kissable lips, drawing men in enough that they’d lose their minds thinking of all the things that pretty mouth could do. The man beneath you was among them.

He spotted you from across the room, your figure bathed in red neon light as you sat at the bar plotting your next move. You let him buy you a few drinks, loosening you both up enough that secrets began to spill as freely as the vodka in your glass. “I wanna know if I tell you a secret, will you keep it?” the dark haired man whispered in your ear, a hand hovering dangerously close to your inner thigh. You swore that you would, hand over your heart. And that’s when he confessed. Your clear fascination with the man known as the Seoul Slasher had prompted him to reveal himself to you.

You couldn’t believe it. A real live serial killer, an absolute monster, so hypnotized by you he was nearly drooling down your cleavage. Going against every self preservation tactic they taught you in school, you invited him back to your place for a bit of fun. An offer he excitedly accepted. For a man whose entire modus operandi is control, he was more than happy to relinquish it to you. In no time you had him spread out on your bed, arms and legs handcuffed to the bed frame.

The entire room’s dark save for the flickering wicks of a few candles sprinkled about the room. You run a hand down his bare chest, sharp nails nicking at his tattooed flesh. He hisses at the sting, grinding his hips up against your core to add some pleasure to the pain.

You let out a giggle, fingers teasing the waist of his pants, “Tell me how you did it.” You flash your doe eyes, tightening your plush thighs around his hips.

“How’d I do what?” he asks, far too preoccupied with your body to hone in on your words.

“Those last two guys you killed. I wanna know every gory detail. You can tell me while I ride your cock.”

Your words certainly aren’t falling on deaf ears. He heard you loud and clear. He takes a calculated pause before providing you with a less than satisfying answer. “I used a butcher knife. Chopped them up real easy. Some of my best work I’d say.”

“Oh” you pout, shoulders dropping. You fold your arms across your chest, your disappointment hanging heavy in the air. “You really shouldn’t lie, you know? It’s a nasty habit.”

“Lie?” he scoffs, a nervous smile creeping across his face. His deception has failed and he doesn’t have enough brain cells to save this sinking ship. “I’m not lying, babe. I’m telling you. I used a butcher knife.”

You point an accusatory finger at him, applying pressure right between his eyes. “Dirty, dirty, liar” you sing, “You aren’t the Seoul Slasher.”

“And how would you know?” he asks, unjustly offended at the fact that you aren’t stupid enough to buy his bullshit.

You lean in close, the warm flames of the candles reflecting in your eyes like hellfire. “Because I’m already fucking him and he’s not too happy about you going around pretending to be him. It’s just bad manners.”

His smile grows more strained, his nervous laughter tickling the tip of your nose. He can’t tell if you’re serious or not but this is getting a little weird. Even for him. You watch him for a moment before erupting in soft, sweet laughter that mocks him. Reaching underneath your pillow you pull out a gag and shove it right into his mouth, shutting him up for the first time tonight.

“Baby, I’m done playing now!” you call out like a housewife announcing that dinner’s ready.

You sit back up, climbing off of him, and skip your way over to the dresser on the other side of the room. You hop up, feet giddily swinging back and forth to the tune of heavy footsteps descending the hallway. The man’s eyes dart over to the closed bedroom door, his heart thumping out of his chest. You can make out a few muffled protests but you dare not take it out. There’s nothing he can say that interests you now. Not that it ever did.

When your best friend first told you that a guy at the club was going around claiming to be the Slasher, you couldn’t believe your ears. Especially not when the real one was sleeping peacefully beside you. Further investigation proved that your best friend had been telling the truth so he had to be dealt with. Then another popped up and another. This one will make for the 4th and you must admit, as annoying as identity theft is for your boyfriend, you get a kick out of luring them here.

They always start out so cocky but once the gag’s in and those footsteps come, getting closer and closer at an agonizing pace, they’re not so confident anymore. At first they freeze up just like the corpse they’re soon to be. The shock does need a few seconds to set in. And then they panic, screaming through the gag and tugging at their bindings, their bodies writhing like a fish out of water. This one’s no different than the others. You can guess his next move like a film you’ve watched a dozen times and all of it’s in vain.

Sweat slicks his brow as the door creaks open and your face lights up like the Fourth of July. You breathe a sigh of relief. There he is. You’ve only been apart for hours but it feels like an eternity. A tall figure steps out of the shadows into the candlelight, revealing a handsome man in tailored black pants and a black button up you pressed yourself. His sleeves are rolled up, tucked just below the elbow where a pair of long black latex gloves begin. He spares the unfortunate soul strapped to the bed a passing glance before approaching you. He leans forward, palms flat on the dresser, caging you in.

“Did I do okay?” you question innocently, always hungry for the praise he never fails to feed you.

Yunho nods, gloved fingers stroking your soft cheek, “Oh, my good girl. You did more than okay. What would I do without you?”

Taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, he tilts your head up, capturing your lips in a kiss that would soak your panties if you were wearing any. He takes a deep breath as he pulls away, not wanting to but knowing that time is of the essence.

“Did he touch you?” Yunho’s jaw tenses, gloved hands flexing to warm up for the night’s events.

You peek around him to check in on the dark haired man. His face is wet with tears and he’s sobbing all over your new gag. You pray he hasn’t pissed himself. You’re not in the mood to have to buy a new mattress again.

You look back to your boyfriend and nod. “In the car he put his hand on my thigh.”

“Thank you for telling me, baby,” Yunho says, kissing you on the forehead. He turns around, eyes darkening as he approaches the foot of the bed. “I’ll start with his hands.”

Kneeling down, he slides a large case from underneath the bed and pops it open to reveal his tools. The spread is a pristine assortment of autopsy tools, not a lowly butcher knife in sight. He delicately runs his fingers over them, settling on the fine toothed bone saw. Your gaze never leaves him as he rounds the bed, aligning the sharp teeth of the saw with what you’ve come to know as the ulna. The bone right on his inner forearm.

Yunho grinds the saw against it and the man’s arm tears open, tattered pieces of flesh splintering off to the side as he carves his way through tough tendons. Blood gushes from the man’s arm, drenching the brand new sheets in a river of crimson. Yunho’s movements are precise and purposeful. The saw taps bone as the body below him convulses violently, the pain beyond anything you can imagine or ever care to.

Your boyfriend pauses, glancing over at you, and you know it’s about that time. You open one of the drawers beside you, fishing out your phone and a pair of over ear headphones. You sync them up, hitting play on your favorite song, and smile lovingly back at him.

He can’t be as brutal when he knows you’re listening. It’s one of few things about his profession he’s never quite been able to bring himself to expose you to. Even with the man’s cries muffled, being dismantled brings sounds out of someone that could give the most vile person nightmares. You can watch all you want but you won’t hear them.

It’d be easy to say that you weren’t like this before you met him. You were a sweet, delicate flower and this charming psychopath came along, corrupting your young soul. But a girl doesn’t get wet watching her boyfriend dismember people because she had her purity corrupted.

You were never innocent, you’d simply presented yourself as such. Yunho just freed you from the prison of feeling guilty about what got you off. Power. Not being at the mercy of anyone. Yunho treats you like a princess. You’re never left wanting for anything. Your every desire is satisfied. So what if your Prince Charming comes with a body count? Nobody’s perfect.

Yunho makes quick work of the body. After the slice to his second arm the man’s already at death’s door and the severing of his knees puts the final nail in the coffin. Yunho tosses the body parts to the ground like the limbs of an old doll. Breathless and blood soaked as he licks splatters of scarlet from his lip, he goes in for another cut.

You’re the only other thing he looks at like he does his work. The excitement of the kill is borderline orgasmic, dopamine coursing through his veins with every gruesome cut. Once he starts he has to keep going, chasing his high until it’s finished and the body’s nothing more than scattered pieces of an impossible puzzle.

Shoving the torso to the floor, he steps back to catch his breath, waving to get your attention. You slip your headphones off, setting them down to navigate the landmine of limbs and entrails to reach your love.

“You need some water, Yunie?” you ask, throwing your arms around him. The blood weighing down his clothes sticks to your arms, cool against your skin. It used to feel a bit strange but after a few times you’ve come to find it refreshing like a cool shower on a hot day.

Yunho shakes his head, a dazed look in his eyes. Usually the adrenaline begins to die down after that final cut but it’s only getting more intense. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he salivates over you like a man on the brink of starvation. “No, I need you. Right now.”

His lips crash into yours at a thousand miles per hour and you don’t even attempt to stop him. Why would you? Bloody gloves cling to your dress, stripping you of the material. You rip his shirt open, sending buttons raining down onto the slippery hardwood floor. Yunho’s hands ravenously explore your body as you rid him of his pants, painting your plush figure in blood like a canvas.

Attempting to feast upon your body through gloves is as close to torture as he’s ever come so he tears them off, groaning in delight as his bare hands sink into your pillowy ass. He picks you up, tossing you back on the bed, your breasts bouncing marvelously as you land.

You grin watching your boyfriend stare down at you like an absolute animal. His body’s everything dreams are made of, his flawless, rigid cock already leaking in anticipation. You spread your thighs, teasing him with the arousal dripping from your entrance. Bringing two fingers between your legs, you stroke them between your lips, spreading yourself open for him.

“You want it?” you moan, back arching as you pinch your sensitive clit.

Yunho positions himself between your legs, palming his cock above a pussy that’s clenching wildly at the ghost of what could be. He places a hand on your thigh, admiring the view. You in a sea of blood toying with yourself for his pleasure. What a sight to behold.

“You aren’t teasing me are you?” he asks, gripping your thigh tighter. His voice is low and rough, feral in every way.

You bring your slick fingers up to the head of his cock, coating it on your juices. “And what if I am?”

You motion to get up, your brain set on tasting his cock on your tongue, but Yunho’s quicker than you, grabbing your wrists and pinning your arms over your head. His free hand wraps around your neck, the veins of his arms pulsing as he applies the right amount of pressure to leave you breathless but not in pain.

“Do you want it?” He bumps his cock against your slit, missing on purpose to drag it between your folds. Your body shudders as much as it can with his full weight on you.

“Mmhmm” you hum, knowing he won’t hurt you but loving that you’re completely at his mercy.

“You know that’s not enough, baby” he smiles, squeezing your throat tighter, “I need to hear it, princess. Tell me you want it. Beg for daddy’s cock.”

He presses his throbbing tip to your entrance but this time he arches into you, giving you the head and nothing more. The stretch of that alone is disorienting, a wave of heat rushing through you. Releasing his hold on your throat, he brings his lips to yours, parting them to taste the desperate pleas that spill out.

“I want you to fuck me, Yunie. I’m so needy for your cock. I have been all night” you whine and his tongue traces your lips. You taste delicious. He inches into you, feeding you a little more then stopping. A little more then stopping. And your body jumps with every motion, pitiful sounds pouring from your lips onto his.

“Fuck me” you beg, an undeniable brokeness in your tone, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck…” Your voice trails off, eyes rolling back as he bottoms out. He lifts off of you, still holding your arms in place above your head, and thrusts into you ever so gently. You clamp down around him tightly enough that it’s hard to move, your pussy's too needy to let go.

Yunho grins, cupping one of your breasts, “I didn’t know watching me kill got you so hot. You’re sick, you know that?” He pinches your nipple harshly and you squeal, twisting in his hold.

“I know” you moan, blowing him a kiss, “But so are you.”

“Fuck, I love you” he growls, pulling you under with another dizzying kiss.

His thrusts grow harsher, your warm, spongy walls drawing him in impossibly deeper. His fingers knead the tender flesh of your breast as he brings his tongue down to soak your bud in equal parts blood and spit. Taking the bud between his teeth, he wraps his lip around it, suckling at it without losing his rhythm between your legs.

“Yunie. So good. So, mmph, aah…�� you’re moaning but he gives one particularly hard thrust to your cunt, knocking the words right out of your mouth.

You want to touch him so badly. To dig your nails into his back while he fucks into you. To run your fingers through his hair, tugging at the deep brown strands as his tongue swirls around your bud.

“Touch” you pout, wiggling your hands.

Yunho pops your bud free of his lips, licking his way up your breasts, across your heated skin, along your neck, until you’re eye to eye. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna touch you. Please, daddy” you plead. You’re so helpless. So beautiful.

Yunho watches you squirm, feigning indecision. After an agonizingly long contemplation, he turns your arms loose, the redness on your wrists marking where he held you. Your hands are drawn to him like magnets, scouring every inch of him they can reach just to feel him.

Your nails find his back, digging into the flesh. Yunho buries his face in your neck, moaning at the sensation. “Harder” he whispers, fingers knotting in the sheets beneath you. You dig your nails in deeper, breaking skin, and he’s on the edge of a whimper, the sensation nearly too much for him.

Slipping an arm around your back, he keeps you flush against him, sinking into you over and over. Your mouth falls open, eyes squeezed closed. You’re saying something but nothing’s coming out. Only whines and moans, the occasional fractured piece of his name.

There’s no bracing yourself for a cock this long and thick. You just have to take it, let it destroy every bit of you until there’s nothing left. A sense of euphoria surges through you and your legs instinctively lock around his waist.

“That’s it” he coos, fawning over the string of hickeys he’s left on your neck, “Be a good girl and cum for me.” Yunho grabs for your wrists one last time, locking them above your head. He pounds into you so hard the bed creaks, maybe even moves a few inches. “I wanna feel you gushing around this cock.”

Suddenly your breath hitches and your body feels weightless. It’s as if you’re floating above yourself. Watching this gorgeous man fuck you into the mattress like his own personal whore. And you are. You’re more than happy to be. Your senses come back to you in a rush of ecstasy and you’re trembling, crying out as you do exactly as he said. Creaming, gushing, dripping down his length.

Yunho pulls back, kneeling between your legs to drag his cock out and glide it back in. He goes all starry eyed at the sight of his cock glistening in your cum and soon he’s spilling inside of you. Your needy walls milking his cock of the warm, white liquid that overflows from your delicious pussy.

His hand comes down on your plush belly, enjoying its softness as he feeds you those last few strokes. You’re still moaning weakly when he finishes, laying back on the bed and pulling you on top of him.

Curled up safe and warm in his arms, you bask in the afterglow, thoughts of the man your boyfriend dismantled little more than a distant thought now. But ultimately it’s difficult to ignore. Especially when your eyes drift up and you notice something dangling in the corner of your eye.

“Yunie” you say, lightly petting his shoulder.

Yunho strokes your hair, looking down at you lovingly, “Yes, baby?”

“I think his hand’s still attached to the handcuff.”

#ateez x reader #ateez x you #ateez x female reader #ateez smut #yunho x you #yunho x reader #yunho smut #chubby reader #plus size reader #ateez au

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htchnr · 7 months ago

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♰ little things ༻ C. HOWARD.*ೃ˚ drabble.

➻ masterlist. ➻ buy me a coffee!

PAIRING ➻ prewar wife!reader x cooper.

SUMMARY ➻ a self indulgent birthday fic as it's my birthday today! 😊🎉 + combining it a little with a request i got by the lovely @https-junebug asking if i could write a piece with prewar Coop and what it'd be like to be his wife! WC ➻ 500~.

AUTHORS NOTE ➻ i am fleshing out a longer fic for the request so if this wasn't your cup of tea @https-junebug , the proper fic will be out soon ☺️💕 (cause omfg, prewar Coop spoiling the ever living HECK out of his very beloved wife??? sign me up RN.)

the sun snuck through the curtains in your bedroom, gently shining in your face. you huffed tiredly as you woke to the feeling of someone pressing firm kisses across your skin. against your bare shoulders, against your collarbones, trailing up your throat before pressing sugary sweet kisses to both your cheeks.

you tiredly giggle, a smile stretching across your lips as you crack your eyes open to find Cooper hovering above you. "good morning doll," he smiles, leaning down to press a slow and gentle kiss against your lips.

you smile and hum into the kiss, "mm, g'morning honey," your arms tiredly looping around his shoulders as you fully pull him down against you. you revel in the warmth of his right hand that's resting on your naked hip. a content hum leaving your lips as you melt against his.

he pulls away after a minute, eyes almost twinkling — you knew he was up to something. he sits up, pulling you into his lap as he does so. "the world wouldn't be this bright without you, you know?" he nudges your nose with his.

you drape your arms behind his neck, nuzzling your nose against his. "Coop..." you trail of tiredly, a yawn slipping out before you could ask what he's up to.

he grins — he knows you know he's got something. he briefly takes one hand off your hip, leaning back a little to grab something behind him. when he moves back, he's setting a tray beside the two of you — and it takes you a second, but you spot all your favourite breakfast foods on the tray.

you look back at him, brows furrowed as you don't know what to say. "you didn't have to do anything Cooper.." you trail off, dropping your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

Cooper just grins — shaking his head as he wraps both arms around your waist, holding you tightly. "i'd do anything for my lovely and caring wife, you know that darlin'." you could even hear the smile in his voice.

you shake your head, wrapping your arms around his waist. "but you still didn't have to do anything.." you mumble against the crook of his neck.

he place a kiss into your hair, slowly and gently rocking you two back and forth. "i wanted to honey, you deserve it." he speaks quietly. "you deserve it."

you lift your head up, eyes finding his still on you. "thank you," you whisper with a warm, tired smile. you press a gentle kiss to his lips, savouring the feeling.

he sighs into the kiss, one hand coming up to cup your face. he pulls away ever so slightly, lips brushing against yours with each breath or movement.

"happy birthday darlin'," he whispers against your lips, before you press yours against them, pulling him down with you as you lean back — your back hitting the soft mattress as his lips swallow your sighs of happiness.

TAGLIST ; @live-logs-and-proper @looonytooons @seeingstarks @thewastelandwriter @lacey-mercylercy @marina-and-the-memes @p4rsuade @anonymous-creep @likoplays @iceviolet11 @https-junebug @silverose365 @athanza @songbirdemerald-blog @justt-myth @looneylooomis

#⋆୨🩷©2024 htchnr #⋆୨⭐️cooper howard #cooper howard x fem!reader #cooper howard oneshot #cooper howard imagine #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard #the ghoul oneshot #the ghoul imagine #the ghoul fallout #the ghoul x reader #walton goggins #walton ghoulgins

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seneon · 3 months ago

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★ SEN'S FAVES × GOTH! READER — SMAU

about. some bf texts with rayne ames, ulquiorra cifer, and touya todoroki. reader is a goth (ulqui is goth too)

notes. omg first and last smau!! very self indulgent actually. these are some actual convos ive had with people LOL

★ RAYNE AMES

★ ULQUIORRA CIFER

★ TOUYA TODOROKI

TAGS ★ @kyoghurts @heartkaji @angeliicheartt @rueclfer @noirflms @caelivir @sweetheartsaku @dragonictears @imaginingbleach

#﹙🗝️ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐰𝐫𝖎𝐭𝖎𝐧𝐠﹚#rayne ames #rayne ames x reader #mashle #mashle smau #ulquiorra #ulquiorra cifer #ulquiorra x reader #bleach #bleach x reader #bleach smau #dabi #touya todoroki #touya x reader #mha #mha smau #dabi smau #ulquiorra smau #rayne smau

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zebuie · 7 months ago

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⚸⋆Unleashed Desires ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

𝓟𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘; academic rival!ellie x fem!reader

𓆰𓆪 SYNOPSIS:: Ellie Williams, your academic rival who always had u beat, One night in a club, she lures you to her dorm where they indulge in a steamy, no-holds-barred fuck session filled with passionate curses and intense pleasure. The lines blur between competition and desire as their taboo passion takes over.

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂; SMUT!,swearing, porn w little to no plot,degradation (r receiving), strap on usage (r receiving), face slapping (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), hair pulling (e receiving), slight fluff in the end/aftercare,enemies to lovers trope, lmk if I excluded anyth

!! daily click to help !!

From the time you first met Ellie in the first grade, it was clear that you two were constantly competing against each other. It has been that way ever since the two of you started attending the same university. Ellie always finds a way to boast about her achievements, just as she did today when she strutted up to you with a sly grin on her face and boasted about her 98%. She asks you with a smug expression, "So, what did you get?" You grit your teeth as you recall her arrogant remark, trying to resist the surge of anger simmering within you. You decide to put her in her place once and for all. In front of everyone, you pull out your notebook with a confident smile and flip it open, exposing your grade book. With a nonchalant air, you point at the entry with today's score on it – a perfect 100%. The silence that ensues is deafening as Ellie's face turns from smug satisfaction to astonished shock before she can muster up a weak "Congratulations." Her friends exchange glances filled with jealousy while whispering amongst themselves about how ruthlessly they just got beaten by a girl who seemed like an underdog till now. Feeling proud and satisfied, you turn back to whatever task was at hand but don't ignore the sense of accomplishment and pleasure swirling inside you - finally putting that annoying rival in check using sheer talent instead of indulging in immature competitions.

As the day went on, Ellie's attitude towards you took a sharp turn. She couldn't stop talking about her defeat behind your back, trying to defame you in front of their group of friends. You overheard snippets of her insulting comments, mocking your success and even hinted at rumors she spread about you. At one point, during lunch break, she brazenly bumps into you as she carries her tray full of food from the cafeteria line, causing both trays to clash and spilling food all over yours. Her eyes filled with hatred as she sneered out "Clumsy bitch" You clench your teeth before responding sharply "Oh fuck off williams, it’s actually soooo fuckin pathetic how worked up your getting over me getting a better grade." Your words send a chill down her spine as people around them pause and look at you two with surprise etched on their faces.In response, Ellie scoffs derisively "Fucking lucky then! Bet you rely on tutors to keep those grades high." This sends a flash of anger inside you which compels you to grab hold of one side of her arm forcefully and hiss through gritted teeth You grab Ellie's arm in a tight grip, eyes blazing as you seethe with frustration. "Don't even fucking dare insinuate that" Your tone is aggressive, causing her friends to quickly move away, realizing this argument between you two is about to escalate. "I work my ass off for those grades, no tutor needed! And unlike your stuck up self who only brags about fake achievements," your voice drops menacingly low, "I earn mine the hard way." Ellie looks at you with disdain mixed with fear before pulling her arm away roughly from your grasp. "Whatever helps you sleep at night knowing some geek like you actually tops me," she sneers mockingly before turning on her heels and storming off. Despite ur harsh words exchanged earlier and the bitter taste left in your mouths from this exchange; something inside both of you starts simmering - an intriguing mix of anger coupled with an undeniable attraction towards each other which neither one dares acknowledge out loud just yet.

A few weeks later, you catch a glimpse of Ellie from across the dimly lit club standing at the bar with a drink in hand. Ellie wore a loose muscle tee with a faded logo, crop top of a band you couldn’t recognize. The shirt cut off just above her toned midriff, showing the hem of her branded boxer shorts peeking out. And u couldn’t deny, Her muscular body looks so fucking good under the neon lights of the club. As you saunter over to to the bar, she smirks cockily "Look who decided to grace us with her presence." Her sarcasm is evident yet it doesn't bother you as much as it usually would. You move unconsciously closer to her, catching Ellie's gaze as she takes a swig from her beer bottle. A challenge lingers in her eyes as if daring you to make the first move. Suddenly, you blurt out "Wanna get outta here?" Ellie shrugs indifferently, taking one last sip of her beer before tossing it in a nearby trash bin and following you without another word. The silence between you two fills the air as Ellie trails behind you through the empty halls of their dorm building. Each stride she takes sends a shiver down your spine - her presence creating an undercurrent of desire that's hard to ignore. Once inside her room, she kicks off her converse and throws herself onto one of her plush couches; clearly, she expects something to happen now.

You hesitate for a moment before deciding to break the tension "Ellie..." You trail off nervously, not knowing how exactly to voice out what's brewing between both of you. Ellie lifts her head and looks at you with a blend of curiosity and amusement "What is it?" Her gaze intensifies as she takes in your nervous demeanour. In response, you step closer to her until their bodies are almost touching. Your lips part as if to confess the feelings that have been brewing inside you for weeks now when suddenly, Ellie pulls you closer and claims your mouth in a rough kiss; her hands gripping the sides of your hips as she deepens the kiss, You're startled by her unexpected move, but you don't resist as Ellie pulls you in. Her lips are rough and demanding, sending electric shocks straight to your core. She tugs on your jeans, pulling them down; revealing your bare legs to her hungry eyes. she slowly pulling your shirt up, then unclasping ur bra. Your hands find their way to her hair, entwining themselves gently as she continues devouring your mouth hungrily. She kisses you deep, her tongue pushing against your lips until you open up for her. Her hands are everywhere, gripping your ass cheeks hard as she pulls you closer. You moan into the kiss, your body aching for more. Without breaking the kiss, Ellie pushes you back onto the couch; pinning you beneath her body with her muscular frame.

Her lips trailing down your jawline, kissing and nipping gently on your skin. You shiver at the sensation, needing her closer than ever. hissing between her teeth as she rubs against the soft fabric covering your damp pussy.

You're panting now, desperate for more of her touch. She slips two fingers beneath your panties, stroking your wet folds roughly. "You're so fucking wet." She mumbles against your skin before pulling back to look you in the eye. fuckin tease. Your breath hitches as she trails her finger along your bottom lip - a silent command to guide her further. Without hesitation, you reach down and tug her fingers towards your dripping pussy, inviting her to dive deeper. She obliges eagerly, pushing two more fingers inside you; stretching you gently as she curls them to hit your sweet spot. You throw your head back with a moan, gripping the couch beneath you as waves of pleasure wash over you. Ellie's fingers are relentless, pounding your core hard as she swirls them around until you're on the verge of cumming. She adds a third finger, stretching you even more; making your walls clench desperately around her digits. You whine loudly, urging her closer "Ellie... please..."

She leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss as she picks up speed; driving you over the edge with a fierce orgasm that has you crying out loudly.

You collapse against the couch, panting heavily as she continues to stroke you gently until your climax fades. She pulls her fingers out of your damp folds and brings them up to her mouth; sucking them clean with a satisfied moan. Her eyes meet yours, filled with lust and desire "I've wanted you for so long," She murmurs before climbing onto you completely; positioning herself over your breasts as she grinds against your still sensitive pussy. Your hips buck up automatically, desperate for her touch. She slides her sweaty pussy along your soft skin, moaning softly as she picks up speed. You reach up to stroke her hair and kisses down the side of her face; She pulls back to look down at you, her eyes smouldering with a wicked intention. "I want all of you." Without waiting for your consent - she slides off your body and hops down from the couch. Making her way over to a nearby drawer, she rummages around until she pulls out a purple strap on She comes back towards you, her eyes filled with lust as she gazes down at your glistening pussy.

Without any warning or preamble - she positions herself between your thighs once again, running the strap on along your wet slit. You let out a sharp intake of breath, arching your back as she pushes the hard plastic shaft against your entrance. "gnna make you feel s’good mama, gonna be a good little slut f’me ‘nd lemme fuck u with my cock huh?," She smirks down at you, pushing the strap on inside you slowly and deliberately until it fills you completely. She begins to thrust slowly and sensually, your moans growing louder as she hits all the right spots. She picks up speed, slapping against your skin in perfect sync with your eager cries of pleasure. You wrap your legs around her waist, clinging tightly to her as she pumps harder into you - stretching you full and satisfying every craving deep within you. Ellie's relentless pace sends a fiery heat spreading through your entire body - you moan loudly, feeling her hitting the perfect spot over and over again. She grinds against you more forcefully, biting her bottom lip in pleasure; "You're such a fucking slut for my cock." Her words send a shudder through you as she slaps your face gently - leaving behind an electrifying sting. Ellie pulls your hair, twisting it gently as she slams her hips into you harder.

"You love it don't you? You're a dirty little slut who wants every inch of my dick." She slaps you again, this time a bit harder; leaving a red handprint on your cheek while maintaining her intense rhythm inside you.

Ellie groans loudly, her body tensing up as she pulls you closer. "You've been such a little brat all these years... so fucking impatient... needing this cock so badly..." She slams herself into you once more, hitting that sweet spot with deadly accuracy; sending shivers down your spine. She continues her ferocious pounding as you pant breathlessly - your body craving more. "please don't stop," You whisper between gritted teeth, desperation coloring every word.

Ellie smirks down at you, pinching one of your nipples roughly - making you arch up into her even more. the strap on bumping against her clit- Ellie slams into you forcefully, her breathing growing heavier as she nears her climax. "That's it baby, fuckin’ take it..m’so close." She bangs harder against your g-spot - every stroke igniting sparks deep within you. You feel your orgasm building up, a fierce heat engulfing you - making it impossible to hold back any longer. "Ellie fuck im gonna-" Your cries are loud and desperate as waves of pleasure crash over you; Ellie gasps out her own climax moments later - her entire body trembling against yours.

Once she's finished cleaning you up, "here u go," she said as She tossed you an oversized t-shirt and some boxers to change into. Ellie pulls you into her arms; cradling your head on her chest. She strokes your hair gently - whispering soothing words that help chase away the lingering afterglow. You melt into her embrace, feeling safe and content in her arms. "thank u," You murmur against her soft shirt as she runs a comforting finger along your cheek.

#ellie tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie smut #ellie tlou #ellie williams smut #wlw #lesbian #queer #Spotify

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myringtoe · 5 days ago

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stairway to heaven 🪽 | lnds men

pairing: zayne x fem!reader, xavier x fem!reader, sylus x fem!reader, rafayel x fem!reader (separate)

cw: talk of spiritual beings and religion.

a/n: the basic premise of this one is that mc is an angel…like a biblical angel. i’ve had this idea for years so this is HIGHLY self indulgent. :3 i’d also love to expand on this if anyone would be interested in that. :)

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just to preface this, this is kinda based on an oc of mine. but i’ve worded it so it’s still reader pov. :)

zayne 𓇢𓆸

legit didn’t believe you at first.

you’re gonna have to show him, full wings and everything for him to believe you.

so when you do show him, he’s astounded. zayne thinks you’re absolutely beautiful, while also being confused. he has so many questions.

one of the only times you’ll see this man speechless.

once you’ve explained how you came to live on earth, and how everything else works, he really doesn’t care about your supernatural-ness.

all he cares about is him getting to be with you, he doesn’t care what you are.

would be so worried about accidentally hurting your wings.

when you give him a feather from your wings that naturally fell off, he almost cries. it means so much to him. he puts it on his desk at work in its own little area.

whenever someone asks what it’s from, he lies and says it’s from a rare bird he saw while he was in another country.

xavier ☆

he LOVES it.

when you show him your angel form, he’s freaking out. (in a good way)

the minute you show your wings, he’s asking if you to take him flying some time. (if you say no, he gets pouty)

believes you’re the most stunning creature in the universe. will NOT stop complimenting you.

is so curious about your abilities as an angel.

then comes the questions about your origins and how you came to earth. when you answer, he’s completely fascinated.

genuinely thinks this is one of the coolest things to ever happen to him. his girlfriend is an ACTUAL ANGEL for christs sake! (see what i did there? ;))

is practically begging to touch your wings. he’s extra careful around the high points/bones of them. his touch is feather-light against them.

any time you’re in your angel form, he just stares at you in awe. he can’t believe that someone as divine as you, chose to be with him.

sylus 𖦹

another speechless one.

is terrified of “ruining” you. (as he puts it)

he thinks that because you’re angel, that he’s somehow going to ruin your angelic “innocence”.

to which you then have to explain to him that that’s literally never going to happen because that’s not how it works.

he felt like he didn’t deserved you before, now he feels like he REALLY doesn’t. this guy needs so much reassurance that he does deserve you.

(sorry if sylus is a little ooc)

after you’ve explained everything to him. he just wants to shower you with love. telling you how beautiful and amazing you are.

leads to a very lovely and very long night. ;)

he’s hyping himself up a little bit too, like ‘there’s an actual angel in my presence, and she wants ME.’

super protective of you after you tell him. he knows you’re fully capable of defending and protecting yourself, but he 1. doesn’t want others to find out and try to blackmail or take advantage of you, and 2. doesn’t want the people of the N109 zone to try and take the one good thing he has in his life.

let’s be honest, sylus has a cocky and confident attitude, which is admirable. but on the inside, he needs SO much reassurance. (which isn’t a bad thing)

rafayel 𓆝

this little shit.

he feels like he finally has someone he can relate to. with him being a sea god and all.

a mermaid and an angel…what a pair.

showing him your angel form was a mistake.

because now he wants to use you as a muse for every single painting.

literally one of the first things he asks is if he can use you for one of his paintings.

people would ask him who the person in the painting was, and with a totally serious face he would say:

“my angel girlfriend. :)”

and no one would actually believe that you were an angel, so it’s like a little inside joke between the two of you.

but seriously, he feels like he can trust you with his secret so much more, because he knows you’re hiding one too.

rafayel would of course ask the typical questions, to which you’d answer honestly.

he’s probably the most chill about it out of all of them. because he’s a “divine” being himself. while he may not have wings, he does have a fish tail and can breathe underwater.

he understands you the most out of the four.

#love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #lads zayne #zayne x reader #xavier love and deepspace #lads xavier #xavier x reader #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #sylus x reader #rafayel love and deepspace #lads rafayel #rafayel x reader #lads x reader #lads #lads mc

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t0rturedangel · 9 months ago

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I read all of your fics so far and they're great!! I really like your writing, it's fantastic! :3 Could I request a fic for Lucifer with a reader who is anxious and depressed, like him? - 🐇

╭ . . . 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍 ੭

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ♰ ৎ﹕𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦

WOOOO I LOVE LUCIFER SM ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY so I'm so happy I have a request for him, i don't think i did a good job since I'm not sure how to write for stuff like this but still hope you like it!!!! also this is short so i'm sorry

✧⠀⨾ Mainly, since the two of you probably don't want to interact with the world of sinners, just stay in Lucifer's home.

✧⠀⨾ the two of you are probably coming up with new duck ideas, just the two of you- since literally no one else is welcome : the both of you hate interacting with anyone you don't have to, unless it's Charlie and her friends though that's rare

✧⠀⨾ whenever the two of you get like really anxious, or stare out the window in dread at all the sinners the other one will bring a duck over, like a personally made duck to try and help

✧⠀⨾ Lucifer has defiantly made a few ducks that look like you to try and help take your mind of your anxiety and focus on his craftmanship

જ⁀➴ Staring out of one of the many windows Lucifer had in his home, your eyes scanned over all the sinners and imps alike running around and causing havoc. Their behavior was one of the main reasons you and Lucifer never went out, beside the sheer anxiety of interacting with anyone. Sinners were crude, vulgar and had no respect for themselves or the people around them. At the thought of even talking to someone besides Lucifer caused your heart to speed up, your breathing quickening little by little which was your cue to turn from the window yet you found it difficult to do, the next option was to try and think of something different, anything different, like spending time with lucifer

The isolation from the rest of hell wasn't bad at all, you had Lucifer, Lucifer had you and the two of you had ducks! dozens and dozens of ducks... it's almost concerning really- you and his would always spend your seemingly endless days in Lucifer's workshop for hours, always designing and creating these silly little duck toys, and while Lucifer would always bring himself down at the end of the completed project, saying how the parts that he worked on were terrible while simultaneously praising your side of the work- it was almost pitiful watching the king of hell say such things though you never indulged or agreed to his self-degradation, instead you attempted to bring his spirits back up by complementing his work. Though, your methods would only sometimes work, as at those times Lucifer would sort of- avoid listening to your words.

Speaking of Lucifer, and the ducks- you noticed that Lucifer walked in the room you were resting in, a huge smile on his face as he held something behind his back. Your curiosity was peaked almost immediately, what did he have behind his back? was it money? food? a duck? the questions were endless and only came to a halt when Lucifer called to you. ˓˓ [name], my dearrr ʾʾ the tone of his voice perfectly matched his pale face, he was defiantly happy about something but what was it? finally, your mind was off of the outside world and now on lucifer and whatever he had behind his back ˓˓ hm? ʾʾ was your reply- moving so you would be sitting at the edge of the window sill, your tail wrapping around the handle of the window to ensure that you wouldn't fall however you could only stay in that position for a little while as your dear Lucifer beckoned you down to which you happily obliged.

Landing right by Lucifer, you and him both shared a smile- your one being more of a grateful smile as he did save you from your anxiety fueled thoughts. ˓˓ Hello Luci!.... what is that behind your back. ʾʾ at that question Lucifer smiled even more, chuckling to himself ˓˓ geeze aren't you curious today? ʾʾ he spoke while trying to hide what he had, you were trying to move around him so you could see what he had in his hands ˓˓ Just let me see for hell's sake ʾʾ you were determined to see what it was, and Lucifer- feeling ever so merciful today- grabbed your wrist to crease your movement ˓˓ Okay, okay [nick name] I'll show you ʾʾ finally! he was going to show you

It was no surprise to you that what he pulled out was indeed a little duck, but what was different was that this duck looked a lot like you- like really a lot like you. ˓˓ You.. made this? ʾʾ examining the little duck, you smiled at how carefully it was made made- the small details that the duck was designed with matched your visage perfectly, you could immediately see that Lucifer put a lot of time and care into this.. that is so sweet.. ˓˓ yes, why? do you not like it ʾʾ the joy in his voice seemed to falter ˓˓ I love it Luci, it's so beautiful ʾʾ looking up from the duck you faced Lucifer's slightly shocked yet pleased smile ˓˓ I'm glad you like it, I know the both of us have been dealing with quite a bit with our anxiety and stuff so... I sort of made this for you try and remind you that hey! you're not alone! The two of us will always have each other right? ʾʾ he rambled, a golden hue on his face- did he find this embarrassing? he really shouldn't, this gift was not only adorable but so incredibly delightful

˓˓ of course! Of course we'll have each other- geeze Luci, this is so sweet what the fuck? ʾʾ instinctively you hugged Lucifer tightly, an action he happily returned. You stayed like that for a few minutes before you pulled away ˓˓ now I defiantly need to make something for you ʾʾ ˓˓ you dont have to! ʾʾ ˓˓ I sure as fuck do! ʾʾ you laughed, quickly speeding away to start working on something for Lucifer while he tried to catch up to you to try and stop you.

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buntress · 5 days ago

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『 𓉸 ˚. 』 ❝ Horrorplurine ❞

[PT :: Horrorplurine]

A plurine gender for systems whose identity as horrorgender is influenced by their plurality // they are horrorgender because they are plural.

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Req By :: No One // Self Indulgent Plurine By :: @naptimeneos

Archive Tagging :: @radiomogai @io-archival @horrormogai @plurchive @pluralterms

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Continued Archive Tagging :: @system-term-archive

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Taglist :: @genderdenied @mimiscoiningcafe @discrophy @dsm--v @horrgores

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Addittional Tags :: @gender-mailman @kiruyeen @rabidbatboy

#🗡️ :: Coining #horrorplurine #plurine #plural #xenogender coining #xenogender #mogai #mogai safe #liom safe #liom coining #anti endos dni #endo friendly #endo safe #mspec friendly #coining #gender coining

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saintfrality · 6 months ago

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ᯓ★ black swan layouts

· · ── self indulgent . psd used . art creds . f2u with credits

#﹙♰﹚ ₊ edits ‧̍̊ ི #✧﹙♰﹚ ₊ self indulgent ‧̍̊ ི #hsr #hsr black swan #black swan #honkai star rail #rentry graphics #rentry decor #rentry #rentry stuff #graphics #tumblr layouts #editblr

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frostinted · 3 months ago

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♰　　⁺　　Vincent and Rody matching rentry directories !　　𓎢𓎡

♡ & ↻ are very appreciated <3 credit when using ! ⨠　self indulgent !!　◝

⁽⁽　　makin these was so funnn there was also supposed to be matching graphics too but ill save those for another time C: also click read more to see how to use it (optional, recommended, but use it however you like ^_^)

okay so basically ,,, i recommend doing one at the top and one at the bottom, separated by a divider (the one i used is optional! you can use any divider you like <3) aaaand yeah thats it c: but as i said you dont have to use it like this, its just recommended cause its easier :D !

#✚　sleepy graphics #rentry graphics #rentry directory #studio investigrave #vincent charbonneau #rody lamoree #dead plate

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velveteenprayers · 27 days ago

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II HANDS TO HEAVEN

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Pairing: Percy Jackson x Gn!Aphrodite!Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of killing and death , reader has one eye

Word Count: 932

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“You know what, I think they are closed.”

And even though Percy says nothing, you still quickly rush out, “Don’t make fun, it's rude to make fun.”

It was a burning mid-July day, and you were kneeling in defeat, desperately trying to see into the store’s dark window for any sign of life. Percy had a sinking suspicion since he picked you up that your frequently talked about store was closed, it already being late afternoon, but chose to indulge you. His trust in you frequently seems to land him in these types of situations more and more recently, but he simply doesn’t have the heart to deny you.

(Even when your UFOs turn out to be aeroplanes, when your angel numbers are nothing more than machine-generated coincidences, he will believe you. His failing lighthouse in a storm. His worst habit to indulge in. Loyal to death, prophecies warn, and aren’t you the embodiment of the worst of him?)

You sit on the burning pavement underneath a violet and orange sky in a lingering silence, absentmindedly observing passing cars and street signs. You like it like this, when he’s with you, but not near you, not close enough to scare you off, but close enough to chase off lingering thoughts, close enough for you to forget yourself. It was your orientation day at your new school.

“I hated it. The mouldy air, the too small desks. Caged in by concrete. Everyone kept crowding around me, saying, “You’re so pretty,” “You’re so pretty,” At some point it felt more like a taunt than a compliment. I felt sick. I wanted to go home.”

You let out a deep, solemn sigh, and bury your face in your arms.

“And yet-”

You’re always doing this, building cathedrals out of your pain, sculpting this tired, cruel world into something beautiful. You are your mother’s child, to a fault. You've basically lived your whole life at camp, a fact you’d constantly bring up in any disagreement. By this point he had your head tilt and self-satisfied smile during your monologue burned into his memory. He’s glad he’s with you now, to refresh your features. They were fading a bit.

“Do you ever think that we’re getting too old to be demi-gods?” you ask innocently.

You turn your good eye to him, half of your face still hiding. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But he does, and he knows that you know he does. He can feel it in the ever-evasive feeling of dread. Demi-gods either die young or live forever. Soon he’ll learn which one is better.

Another one of your depressing sighs breaks the silence. (When did you grow so cold?)

“Maybe it’s better if I die tomorrow, so I never have to go to school, and strangers will stop seeing eternity in my eye.”

“Would you even have a life worth living?”

You look at him. Yes, yes, yes. Percy looks away.

Unrelentingly, refusing to let go, you continue, “I missed you.”

Percy’s heart lurches a bit, though he exteriorally remains unchanged.

“I never left.”

You shrug, and that’s all you seem to do these days. Shrug and sigh and go quiet. He hates it. And he hates you. Hates you. Hates you and how you used to smile. Hates how your easy wit has all but disappeared. His nails cut into his palm, making him bleed.

“I haven’t seen you since school started. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.” You try to keep your voice even. He senses the undertone. He knows you’re hurt. Hurt that everytime you rang up, you were met with a “He’s not home.” That all your calls to his apartment went to voicemail.

You lost an eye and a sister for him, he doesn’t think he’ll ever make it up to you. He still remembers how you made him swear on everything that Luke Castellan would be killed. For your sister, for your sister, for your sister, for your sister. You knew before anyone that she wasn’t an innocent. You once told him that you think only the innocent should be avenged. He doesn’t know what you believe now, and neither do you, he thinks.

He hates you.

But not as much as he hates himself.

“Percy.”

You call out for him as if you’re underneath the sea. You reach for his hand. He’s never seen anyone who could cut through everything, effortlessly as the wind, quite like you did. He doesn’t want to be in this limbo with you, stuck in this never-ending sunset. He doesn’t want to ask anymore of you, though he needs more than this self-sacrificial, masquerading relationship. But he can’t ask you to love him, not like you loved the world and had it ruin you.

He’s seen time and time again how he’s ruined you.

But you called him first when you left early, and he doesn’t want it to be anyone else. He can barely make out your figure in the navy blue shadows. But he knows you’re looking at him with your unpatched eye. He doesn’t have to look to know. Heroes aren’t meant to last. You call out for him again, and his mind runs to catch up to you,

“Let’s go home, Percy. It’s getting dark.” You rise, picking up your forgotten schoolbag, and he follows you. The sea-worn ship to your failing lighthouse. You lay your head on his shoulder as the streetlights turn on.

“You know what? I kinda like math.” “Weirdo.” “Don’t make fun Perseus. It’s rude to make fun.”

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #percy x reader #percy x y/n #percy x you #pjo x reader #hoo x you #hoo x y/n #hoo x reader

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hoonieyun · 26 days ago

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oblivious

pairing: jongseong jay park x reader “y/n”

genre: dark, serial killer!jay, slasher

warnings: murder, violence, major character death, drugs and alcohol, manipulation, assault, very dark themes and as always, MDNI 18+ (lmk if i forgot anything)

summary: for the last few months, a serial killer named “nightbird” has been causing chaos and havoc in your small college town. it’s the start of your final year of university and everyone is walking on eggshells. your town has created a mandated curfew since the summer started, fearing that they might be the nightbird’s next victim. after being convinced to go to a halloween party at one of the university frat’s, you find yourself the possible target as the nightbird’s next victim. you were the perfect victim, clueless, helpless, and oblivious. just how the nightbird likes them.

characters:

park jongseong “jay” - the nightbird

reader “y/n”

lee heeseung

sim jaeyun “jake”

park sunghoon (ex!sunghoon)

kim chaewon

notes: do you like scary movies..? LOL i love slasher films so this was a bit self indulgent hahaa, but it’s loosely based off of a movie named you’re next. i took some themes from that movie and other popular slashers and combined it into this fic. i hope you enjoy!! ahhhh halloween is coming up soon!! not proofread huhu

word count: 10380

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“welcome back ravens! the 2024-2025 school year is a-go and we’re so excited to have you back! the summer has been eventful to say the least so we hope you all have your thinking caps ready for a new school year! this school year is going to be one to remember.” a student says enthusiastically but disingenuously through the school intercom. tall standing speakers erect from the grounds of the college campus scattered everywhere so that no student misses out on announcements as if anyone even cared.

“god, do they always have to do these. i thought we were going to get rid of that when we left high school.” chaewon, your best friend and roommate, says as she rolls her eyes. her stark black bob-cut hair dancing with each step she takes. “please chaewon, morning announcements are like what keeps the education system going.” you explain, causing the two of you to stop in your tracks to look at each other; bursting out into laughter after your sarcastic remark.

“no, but seriously; they just do that to get students hyped but as you can see…” you pause, motioning to the students all wearing headphones or too busy running to their classes, “no one cares.”

“don’t forget, with the events of the summer, senator park has issued the curfew mandate to be extended only for an hour as he is aware of several college campuses that have courses that end in the evening. go ravens!” the student says before finally signing off.

“an extra hour, isn’t that like… not safe?” chaewon asks you and you just shrug. not thinking about how the extra hour would affect anyone, especially you and chaewon since the two of you had identical classes for the semester and finished the day at 5PM, before it got dark out.

“there’s my two favorite ladies!” jake says as he runs up behind the two of you, hanging his arms around both your shoulders. “ew jake, never say that again.” chaewon says, brushing his arm off of her shoulders. jake takes the hint and removes his arms off your shoulders, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “sooo, you hear about the curfew?” he asks, an ulterior motive waiting at the back of his tongue.

“yes, jake. they literally just announced it. dude, stop drinking so much it’s making you stupid.” chaewon says. jake and chaewon were cousins so their banter was normal. you couldn’t help but laugh at them because they were practically siblings. “well, since the curfew got extended a bit. i was thinking maybe we should go to this halloween party?” jake says, jutting out his bottom lip into a pout with a shrug.

“a halloween party? september isn’t even over yet.” you respond to him, chaewon rolling her eyes at her cousin’s suggestion. “also, just because there’s an extension on the curfew doesn’t mean it’s an encouragement to go out for longer. i don’t want to be murdered. especially y/n, she’s like the perfect victim!” chaewon says. “what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, confused at her remark. “oh! sorry, i didn’t mean it like that! i’m just saying, you’re pretty similar to all of the victim’s so far. same characteristics and features is all.” chaewon explains, panic spreading across her face as she realizes what she said was slightly offensive. you just nod with a tight lipped smile in response and reflect on her comment.

“the party isn’t for another few weeks, but they sent out the invites early because they’re doing preparations to make sure that everyone is safe.” jake explains. “plus, i got into that frat i was telling you guys about and they said i could bring as many friends as i want.” jake says with a proud smile on his face.

“okay, first of all, joining a frat in our last year of university is loser behavior. and two, we’re the only friends you have so the “bring as many friends” that your frat bros told you, is two.” chaewon retorts, always quick witted, especially when it came to making fun of her cousin.

“whatever chae! you don’t have to come but y/n you should. i know how much you love halloween, plus it’s a costume party!” jake says, adding the last part to try and sweeten the deal. it did sound tempting but with the serial killer still on the loose and the number of victims getting higher everyday, you weren’t entirely sure you would be down for it. “we’ll see jaeyun, i’m still a bit shaken up about the murders, but thank you for the invite.” you say, smiling widely at jake and he returns the smile. “well you guys just let me know ok!” he says, jogging in front of the two of you. “i gotta get to class, see ya!” he says, giving you a peace sign while flipping off his cousin, to which chaewon responds with a middle finger of her own.

“you know you should really be nicer to jake. he’s sweet…” you say softly and chaewon makes a puking sound. “ew, i can’t believe you just called him sweet. i’m never telling him that it’s gonna go to his big head.” chaewon says while linking your arms as the two of you enter the science building.

your first class of the day was a lab with chaewon. you were both science majors. you were studying forensics while chaewon was studying biology. you loved science but you didn’t often tell anyone about your love of science, fearing that you would bore them to death. chaewon on the other hand flaunted her intelligence like it was a luxury handbag. boasting her smarts and physical prowess being not only your college’s top student but also the captain of the school’s women’s soccer team. she was perfect, like she was written from a book with archetypes of various character’s most perfect qualities. you on the other hand, kept to yourself, jake and chaewon were really your only friends.

you met chaewon you freshmen year as you two were assigned roommates and have been best friends since. you met jake through your ex-boyfriend, sunghoon, when you met with sunghoon one day for a double date with jake, sunghoon encouraged you to bring chaewon as he thought she would be a good match for jake. needless to say, when you all arrived and chaewon and jake recognized each other, you and sunghoon spent the whole night laughing at the two cousins as they were almost each other’s blind date.

you and sunghoon were high school sweethearts. you started dating when you were sophomores in high school and by the time you were sophomores in college, you two had broken up as sunghoon became too busy after he became the school’s ice hockey captain. you saw the breakup coming but a part of you wished that you had chosen to be selfish. instead of encouraging sunghoon to focus on ice hockey over you, but you wished you pushed for it to be the other way around, but you weren’t like that. you always put others before you. your grandmother always said that was a double-edged sword and your breakup with sunghoon proved that.

“hey…” chaewon says, stopping you to stand in front of you to look into your eyes. “you know i didn’t mean anything by my comment earlier right? the one about you being the perfect victim…” chaewon says, eyes clearly looking for a sign to see if you were offended. you weren’t but the comment did leave you to think about how you appeared to others. “don’t worry chae, i know what you meant. plus if the nightbird ever came after us we can just push jake to him and he’d probably yap the nightbird’s ear off and he’d just give up and leave.” you say, making chaewon laugh; glad that you weren’t upset at her. when you and chaewon first became friends, you quickly learned that she was very blunt and said most things that came to her mind. most of which weren’t offensive but her bluntness definitely rub some people the wrong way if they didn’t know her the way you and jake did.

you and chaewon entered the lab, students already geared up for the first session of the day. you scanned the room to find an open section that you and chaewon could work at when you spotted a familiar boy. thick pair of eyebrows that were furrowed as he wrote some notes down in a notebook. “okay if i join you?” you ask, causing sunghoon to raise his head to see who the voice was coming from.

“y/n- uh yea- yeah…” he says, a slight stutter in his voice as he clearly wasn’t expecting to see you. “y/n, you found us a spot. nice- you!” chaewon says as she joins you after grabbing some things from the professor, seeing your ex made chaewon almost throw her phone at him. chaewon didn’t really like sunghoon, even though you are still okay with him after your breakup.

sunghoon almost instinctly flinches after seeing chaewon because when she heard about your breakup, chaewon dumped an americano on him in the middle of the cafeteria. luckily, it was iced. “down girl!” you say jokingly, motioning for chaewon to relax and not to make a scene. “you’re lucky i love y/n…” she says, narrowing her eyes at sunghoon almost like it was a threat.

you shoot sunghoon an apologetic smile before getting to work with chaewon. this lab was just a continuation of research the two of you did over the summer so you just continued whatever you needed to for the day.

“hey, thanks man. sorry i’m late.” a guy runs up to sunghoon, pulling out a stool next to him to have a seat. he hands sunghoon an americano and starts taking things out of his backpack. “no problem, thanks for the drink.” sunghoon says, taking a sip of his coffee. you and chaewon just stared at sunghoon until he realized he hadn’t introduced his friend to you guys.

“oh! uh, y/n and chaewon, this is jongseong. he just moved here and he’s on the ice hockey team with me.” sunghoon finally says, introducing you to the mystery man. you and chaewon smile at him, “you can call me jay.” he says, extending his hand out to both of you. chaewon smiles and gets back to finishing her notes while you accept his handshake. it was firm but not in the way where it was intimidating, but in the way that showed he was secure. “heh, your hands are soft.” jay randomly blurts out. “shit, sorry i didn’t mean to say that out loud.” he says, slapping his hand over his mouth. you laugh at his reaction and let him know it’s okay, earning a weird side-eye from chaewon.

the rest of the day went by pretty quickly, you and chaewon only had a lab and one class on monday’s so you were back at your shared apartment before it was even 3PM.

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you got back to your apartment alone because chaewon had soccer practice. you changed into comfy clothes and made your way to the kitchen to grab something to eat. deciding on heating up some leftovers from last night. you sit down at your couch and switch the tv on only to be met with another update from the news.

“breaking news, the nightbird has claimed another victim. cassandra kim, a 3rd year student at…” when you heard the name you began to tune out the news anchor. cassandra was a student you mentored over the summer. you were both in the forensics program and she had fallen behind in some classes so she reached out to you for some help. your ears began to ring at the news of the nightbird not only having his first victim at your college, but the fact that during your mentoship with cassandra, several people made comments about how the two of you were so similar you could be siblings.

this felt like the summer when one of your coworker’s fell prey to the nightbird. you were originally supposed to have the closing shift at the flower shop but an emergency with your grandmother prevented you from attending your shift. your coworker, emily song, who your boss often confuses you with, decided she could close the store by herself. she was the nightbird’s 4th victim that summer and it was only june. her body was found mutilated near the roses, her thick blood coating the flowers as they began to wilt under the pressure of her body.

you’re snapped out of your thoughts when your phone begins to ring, chaewon on the other end of the phone. “chae? is everything ok?” you ask her as she should still be in practice right now. “uh kinda, i’m heading back early, coach cancelled practice because of what happened to cassandra, did you see it?” chaewon explains.

“yeah, i just saw the news. it’s terrible.” you say, voice getting softer at the thought of cassandra’s lifeless body. “it’s fucking insane is what it is!” chaewon yells on the other side of the phone, you can hear her car door being slammed shut. “sorry, i’ll see you soon. did you eat already, i can grab dinner on the way home?” she asks but you decline telling her that you were going to eat but the news about cassandra made you lose your appetite and that you were just going to get a headstart on some assignments.

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a few weeks go by and the nightbird has only claimed one more victim since cassandra’s death. a freshman from a university on the other side of your city. you still didn’t feel safe but clearly the governor did as he lifted the curfew. deeming the decrease of nightbird victims as the start of a new era. claiming that he probably wasn’t going to be killing anymore, thinking the curfew extension helped, governor park pats himself on the back for his “heroic” decisions and everyone just goes back to living their lives as if there isn’t a serial killer still out there amongst all of you. it could be your neighbor, a classmate, someone in your home, hell it could even be jake for all you knew but deep down you knew jake couldn’t do such a thing. jake didn’t have a bad bone in his body, he got punched once at a party by some drunk guy and instead of fighting back, jake offered the guy a glass beer to just leave you and your friends alone. chaewon on the hand, slapped the drunkard assailant and kneed him in the groin, earning a round of applause from the rest of the partygoers as the man was pushed out of the party.

text from: jaeyunie

“so… curfew lifted, is it party time???”

text from: bestie chaewon

“so… are you stupid???”

text from: jaeyunie

“y/n? can you tell my cousin to stop being so mean to me :/”

text from: y/n

“chaewon stop being mean to jake, he’ll cry :(”

text from: bestie chaewon

“never!!”

jaeyunie responded to your text:

“not what i meant!!!”

“anyways, here’s the invite and details to the party. just show the bouncer this pic and he’ll let you in. hope to see you there y/n!! chaewon, you can choke!”

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it was 2 days before the party and you were starting to think the nightbird had finally hung his serial killer hat and was done. there hadn’t been any new updates and people were truly going back to their normal lives. even chaewon had stayed out close to midnight at some point and confessed that she missed be out late at night.

“pleeaaaase!! come on, i’m throwing a party at my frat and you guys don’t wanna go?” jake begged the two of you as he was laid across your couch in the living room. a part of you was set on going to the party but only if chaewon went. “y/n, please! convince chae to go. i’ll look like a loser if none of my plus ones don’t go.” jake says, crawling off the couch and grabbing your hands while he was on his knees pleading; looking at your with his puppy eyes.

jake has had a crush on you since the first day he met you, but since you were dating sunghoon at the time, he put a pin in his feelings. when he heard the news of your breakup, he felt guilty that he was glad you had broken up but because sunghoon and jake had become good friends within that time, he didn’t think it was write to try and get with you. especially since his cousin was your best friend, chaewon would die before she ever let her best friend date her cousin.

you give chaewon a pleading stare. half saying, please come to the party, the other half pleading for her to help get jake off of you. “shit! i’m gonna be late.” jake says, scrambling to get on his two feet. he rushes to put his shoes on and grabs his bag from the floor. “i expect to see you both there! please, don’t let me look like a loser!” jake says as he makes his exit. “you’re already a loser jaeyun!” chaewon says and jake yells something back but he’s already too far away from your apartment for the both of you to hear.

“sooo… should we go?” chaewon asks.. “i’m only going if you go.” you further explain. you and chaewon list out the pros and cons of going to the party.

pros:

free alcohol

you haven’t been to a party in months

free alcohol

cons:

serial killer is still on the loose

you both decide that the pros do indeed outweigh the cons, convincing yourselves that because there would be so many people at this party there would be no way that the nightbird would attack and claim another victim because there would be tons of witnesses.

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you and chaewon threw on last minute costumes, opting to do a generic angel and devil duo. you being the angel to chaewon’s devil. you each borrowed clothes from each other to complete the outfits. you donned a white ensemble, a white dress and heels to match while you had quickly bought angel wings and a halo from the halloween store. chaewon was wearing red leather pants and a matching leather top that you had in your closet, you had bought it on whim when you were feeling adventurous but when it had arrived you suddenly realized that wasn’t something you thought you could pull off. chaewon’s outfit was finished with devil horns that you also had gotten from the halloween store.

the two of you did the last touches of your makeup before you realized that your uber was outside, deciding that it was probably for the better if you two got a ride there so that you could both enjoy the night and drink without having to worry about driving later on.

the ride to the frat house was pretty sure, in all honestly you and chaewon could’ve walked but neither of you wanted to because you were in heels and it was pretty chilly outside. you could’ve brought coats or jackets but it was just one more thing you had to carry around at the party. as the driver dropped you off and big you farewell, a huge gust wind of blew past you and chaewon. you both shiver and jog quickly to the entrance. the house was already bumping with loud music and different colors of lights can be seen from the outside as they peeked through the windows.

you show the bouncer the invititation and before being let in you’re scanned with a metal detector. chaewon is in the clear but the detector goes off for you so you have to explain to the bouncer that it was your belly button piercing, you even showed him a photo on your phone to prove it and he lets you enter. with a sigh of relief you join chaewon who was patiently waiting for you just a few feet away.

once you enter through another set of doors, you realize that this party was a lot bigger than jake made it out to be. you assumed it would just be a few people because of the whole serial killer thing but you were now realizing that it seemed like half your graduating class was probably in attendance. you and chaewon make your way to drinks, pouring yourselves a mixture of a few different types of alcohol and juice to sip on all night.

you were almost done pouring yourself a drink when a random man in skeleton costume wraps his arms around you. in your surprised state you instantly grab his arm and twist it behind his back in submissin. “ow! y/n that fucking hurts!” the guy behind the masks exclaims and you realize the thick accent instantly.

“jake?” you ask, his arm still restrained behind him. chaewon snatches the mask off, revealing a jaeyun with now disheveled hair and a painful expression on his face. “can you let me go now?” he asks pleadingly and you realize you were still twisting his arm so you let go. “sorry, you scared me.” you mumble and jake rubs his arm. “you deserve it! why would you scare us like that, i almost dropped my drink you idiot!” chaewon says while jabbing her elbow into jake’s side, causing him to hunch over in pain.

“geez! sorry, stop beating me up!” he says half jokingly. you shoot him an apologetic look and he shares a smile back. “how do you even know how to do that y/n?” jake says, referring to the instant reaction you had to him. “yeah, that was kinda cool. you need to teach me that!” chaewon says and you just shrug, telling the pair of cousins that you had learned it from a movie. they don’t press any further but you could tell jake didn’t buy your tale.

“so angel and devil huh? fitting for chaewon, she’s like lucifer.” jake says teasingly and chaewon threatens him with a fist to which he fake flinches, acting like he’s scared but he wasn’t one bit. you explained that it was a last minute decision to which he says that you both looked good, even complimenting his cousin but not without theatrics as he pretended to barf and choke in the middle of the compliment. chaewon just rolls her eyes and makes about how jake’s costume was scary but what’s under the mask was scarier. she soon walks off to the dance floor, gesturing for you to come with her.

as you pass jake you quickly tell him that he’s not scary at all and that he actually looks cute. advising him that he should take the mask off for the rest of the night so everyone could see how cute he looked. you don’t get to see or hear jake’s response but a bright red makes their way to his cheeks as he smiles at your compliment.

chaewon pulls you into the dance floor and your bodies are moving against each other to the music. a euphoric feeling of freedom that you hadn’t felt in a while, having felt like you had to constantly be on your toes because of the murders but tonight you had practically forgotten all about it.

the music shifts from house music, to edm, to pop, and you’re truly enjoying your time. occasionally taking sips from your drink as you danced with chaewon and a few other girls you recognized from the finance program at your school. “psst, i think you caught the eyes of that guy.” one of the girls says into your ear, the music is too loud to hear anything without having to speak directly into each other’s ears. you turn your head to see where she’s pointing and a certain thick browed vampire is staring at you from across the room. a drink in hand like you and a smile now on his face as you guys make eye contact.

you let chaewon know you’ll be right back and you make your way over to sunghoon, who was leaning on the wall, smile growing bigger as you got closer to him. “care to explain why you’re staring at me like a creep?” you ask him teasingly and he chuckles at your comment. he leans down to you, lips almost grazing your ear, “couldn’t help but think you wore this costume for me.” sunghoon says. referring to your angel costume as angel was a petname he often called you during your relationship. you scoff and roll your eyes at him, clearly he’s had a few too many drinks because he doesn’t usually talk about your relationship unless he was drunk.

remembering the time he called you at 3am when he got too drunk and needed a ride home. this was 3 weeks after your breakup and although you didn’t want to see him, you were too kindhearted to leave him stranded at some random club. the whole drive back to his apartment he babbling about how pretty and nice his girlfriend was as if he was talking to some stranger, not realizing he was talking to you and that you were indeed not his girlfriend anymore. needless to say, he made sure not to get drunk around you again.

you turned on your heel to walk away from sunghoon but he grabs your wrist. he motions with his head to walk with him so you do. the music was too loud for the two of you and clearly sunghoon wanted to talk to you about something. whatever it may be, you finished the rest of your drink to prepare yourself.

sunghoon pushes open the sliding door that led to one of the many balconies at the frat house. the cold autumn air pinching at your cheeks, causing you to shiver and like it was a reflex, out of instinct, sunhoon wraps his arms around you to provide warmth.

“is this okay..?” sunghoon asks and you nod. “what did you wanna talk about?” you ask and sunghoon is quiet for a moment. “i just wanted to tell you that i have a girlfriend. i wanted you to hear it from me first and not anyone else.” he says. this wasn’t the news you were expecting to hear from him. you instantly threw his arms off of you in disgust, “are you kidding me?” you ask him, irritation and disdain clear from your tone. “you pulled me out here to tell me you had a girlfriend? as if i fucking care?” you say to him. sunghoon imagined this going better in his head but soon enough it had turned into an argument. similar to ones you had when you were still dating.

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“i don’t give a fuck. go fuck yourself!” a voice says as jay watches from the shadows. he had been watching you since you had gotten to the party. he found several hiding spots around the frat house where he could easily stalk and lurk in the shadows without being seen. when he saw you and sunghoon make your way to the balcony, he watched from the window of the library, a room none of the frat brothers ever went into. he watched you storm away from sunghoon, cussing him out as you made your exit. sunghoon soon enters the house from the balcony, running his hands through his hair, clear disappoint on his face from how the interaction went down.

sunghoon has his down but not for long as he hears the floor creak just a few feet away. his gaze averting to the direction of the sound, jay quickly positions himself behind the door but it seems sunghoon is too curious for his own good as he makes his way towards the direction of the sound.

sunghoon slowly pushes the door open to the library and from there jay, with a quick swift movement, jabs a knife into sunghoon’s neck. blood spraying into the library as sunghoon’s body falls to the ground. blood splatters onto jay as he finishes the job, not caring about the blood on his skin as no one would question it because they were at a halloween party. he drags sunghoon’s body further into the library, behind one of the shelves before rejoining the rest of the party. now on his way to look for you.

jay had eliminated one obstacle in his way. he felt somewhat bad because sunghoon was a good friend to him but he was just in the way. now he just had to get rid of your two pesky best friends before he could have you all to himself.

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you made your way downstairs and reunited with chaewon and some of the other girls. you were partying it up but chaewon seemed to notice your mood had shifted. “are you okay?” chaewon asks into your ear and you give her a nod. she doesn’t believe you but she lets it go because she doesn’t want to push it. you tell her that you were going to grab another drink and that’s when you find run into jay in the kitchen. he’s picking up various bottles to see which one he wanted to drink, “you should choose the tequila.” you say as you get closer to jay and when he looks up at you and smile spreads across his face. “hey, it’s you!” jay says and you realize that he may not remember your name.

“y/n?” you say and jay smiles and nods at the realization of your name even though he’d never forget it. you’re all he has been thinking about since the moment he first laid eyes on you. “right! sorry i’m pretty drunk.” jay says with a chuckle and you can’t help but smile at him. the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled gave you butterflies inside your stomach and you hoped that he didn’t notice the redness in your cheeks and assumed it was from the alcohol.

you and jay got to talking and learned about one another, sharing your interests and hobbies, and you eventually forget about sunghoon. your conversation however is interrupted when a group of guys barge into the kitchen to refill their drinks. the room becoming way too crowded, “wanna head outside?” jay asks and with a nod, he takes your hand in his as he guides the two of you to a side door of the frat house that led to the backyard where several party goers have passed out on the grass.

the two of you sit next to each other on a lawn chair and chat about life and the events of the party, choosing to not bring up sunghoon because you didn’t want it to further ruin your night. “wait, what is your costume?” you ask, just now realizing that you didn’t know what jay was dressed as.

jay looks down at himself with a chuckle, “oh, haha um. well i’m dressed as ted bundy.” jay explains slowly, afraid that it would cause alarms to go off in your head but to his surprise it doesn’t. you tell him about how you actually listen to true crime podcasts pretty often and that ted bundy, although a monstrous serial killer, was an interesting individual. jay was relieved to hear this and somewhat glad as he found it as a way to only get closer to you.

in the heat of the moment, you don’t why but you find yourself moving closer to jay and sitting on his lap. “is this okay?” you ask him and jay swallows even though dry. he nods eagerly and you smile at his reaction. you found him so cute and the glasses he wore only made him look cuter. you snuggled closer to jay and he snakes his arm around your waist, although a new feeling it felt right and jay made you feel comfortable.

you find yourself staring into jay’s eyes and due to your close vicinity, the lenses of his glasses fog up from your breath. you take them off of him and wipe them clean and place them back onto his face. “you okay?” you ask jay and he seems stunned by your actions. jay wouldn’t admit it himself but you truly had him too stunned to speak. he didn’t expect your usual quiet nature to be so forward with him. jay didn’t know what to say as you got closer to him, “can i kiss you jay?” you ask him and jay slowly nods as your soft lips in contact with his.

the kiss starts off slow as the two of you get used to the feeling and after a few quick moments, the kiss heats up. jay adjusts your position on his lap so that you are now straddling him. one arm around your waist and the other was holding your face softly as he deepened the kiss. you leaned into the kiss and you could feel yourself melting into him.

this wasn’t a part of jay’s plan but he wasn’t complaining. he was enjoying the moment with you and if he was being honest, he wished that it wouldn’t end. the two of you were so immersed into the kiss that you don’t realize the music inside the house had halted for a moment but what caused the two of you to break off from one another is when an ear curdling scream echoes throughout the frat house. you quickly pull yourself off of jay, a confused expression on both your faces as you try to catch your breath and understand if what you heard was right.

just as you were about to say something, another scream can be heard from inside the house and the two of you rush inside to see what all the commotion is about. you could see that people were crowding up the stairs but you couldn’t tell what they were looking at or talking about. you and jay pushed your way through the crowd, hand in hand, as you climbed up the stairs.

when you reached the top you could see jake knelt over a body and chaewon standing over the two of them with both hands over her mouth. “guys what’s going on?” you say and jake and chaewon whip their hands in your direction. chaewon walks over to you and tries to tell you what happened but she doesn’t have the words to break it to you.

when jake gets up you got a better view of the person on the floor and you recognized the costume he was wearing. the same vampire costume that sunghoon was wearing, “is that sunghoon? what is he doing on the floor, is he okay?” you ask, trying to walk towards him but jake and chaewon hold you back. “y/n… sunghoon is dead.” jake says and it feels like time has stopped and you begin to hyperventilate. you were just with sunghoon, how could he suddenly be dead? you were confused and you truly didn’t know how to feel, you didn’t end on good terms but you would’ve never wished death upon him.

chaewon consoled you as tears began to fall from your eyes, all the while, jay was rubbing your back, trying to stop a smile from spreading across his face.

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a few hours have passed and everyone has left the party, leaving you, jay, chaewon, and jake at the frat house. the police had questioned the people at the party who didn’t immediately leave as soon as the cops showed up. you felt numb, you didn’t know what to feel or think because all you could replay in your head was your last moments with sunghoon. feeling guilty that maybe if you didn’t leave him behind, he would still be here, but he wasn’t.

when you were being questioned by the police you had asked several times if they thought it could be the nightbird but each time you asked they didn’t give you a definitive answer, telling you that they couldn’t clarify that because so far, all of the nighbird’s victims were female. you couldn’t wrap your head around what was going on, who would’ve killed sunghoon and just leave him in the library for everyone to find.

when the police left, you took a seat next to jake on the couch while chaewon was pacing around the living room. jay leaned on the entryway of the living room, observing the three of you to see what his next move would be. he needed to study the three of you further to know what he should do next but all he knew was that chaewon would be his next target.

“chae can you sit down you’re stressing me out!” jake says, breaking the silence and chaewon stops in her tracks with an irritated expression on her face. “fuck off, i’m just as stressed as you are.” chaewon scoffs at her cousin and they soon break out into an argument.

you were too emotional for their bickering so you abruptly got up and walked off, chaewon and jake suddenly stopping their argument when they realized you left. the three left in the take a seat on the couch, “should we go after her?” jake says and chaewon shakes her head, explaining that you probably needed some time to yourself.

“we probably shouldn’t leave her alone after what happened. what is the nightbird is who attacked?” jay says and he could tell that the pair of cousins were now considering that as an option. they all exchange silent glances before jake speaks up, breaking the silence once again. “do you really think it’s the nightbird?” jake asks and jay just shrugs, explaining that none of them could be too sure and that they probably should look for you before something bad happens.

the three of them split off on their own to look for you and neither of the cousins see the smile across jay’s face as his plan to induce paranoia in them succeeds.

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jake is wandering around the various halls of his frat house, not realizing how big it actually was. he’s entered a few rooms and quickly scanned them but you weren’t in any of them. he continues his way through the house but he hears a sound come from one of the storage closets. jake slowly approaches the closet, afraid at what could jump out at him, he slowly reaches for the door knob and with a twist and swift pull, he opens the door and a gasp leaves his lips.

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chaewon found herself roaming around on the top floor of the frat house, annoyed by all of the stairs she had to walk up, only to realize that when she got to the very top floor there was an elevator waiting for her. “are you fucking kidding me?” chaewon sighs with annoyance. she searches through the few rooms on the top floor, mostly storage as most of the rooms were filled with boxes. chaewon gets distracted as she sifts through the boxes, most of which were all old items from previous frat brothers who lived there and seasonal items that the members used throughout the year.

chaewon was too busy digging through the boxes that she doesn’t hear the floor creaking behind her and without a notice, a pair of hands are shoving her back and she goes flying through a window and lands on the grass outside of the house.

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jake gasps as he opens the door and he finds you crouched down in a coat closet. knees up to your chest as tears fall from your eyes. he kneels down to your level and consoles you, letting you know that everything is going to be okay and after a few moments, you let jake know that you’ll be fine and he helps you up from your spot in the closet.

as the two of you get to your feet and leave the closet, you both whip your heads towards the direction of the window when you see a silhouette quickly pass by the window with a drowned out thud following right after. “what was that?” you ask and jake silently shrugs. the two of you walk over to the window and a shriek leaves your lips as you see chaewon’s body on the ground.

you and jake quickly run outside and find jay already there, knelt down next to her, checking to see if she’s okay. when you get closer, tears once again start to fall from your eyes at the realization that your best friend was lying dead on the grass. you try to run to her side but jake stops you and you crumble in his arms as you hysterically cried for your best friend.

the two boys decide that it would be best to move chaewon inside so they carry her and place her limp body on the couch. you watched from afar, tears still in your eyes as you watched your best friend be carried away. even more questions were now swimming around in your head and it felt like this was a confirmation that the nightbird was here. although chaewon didn’t seem like the usual victim of the nightbird, alarms were now ringing in your head that you and your friends were getting picked off one by one.

“we need to protect ourselves.” you say and jake looks at you like you’re crazy. “what are you talking about? we need to call the police and leave.” jake says and as he grabs his phone it suddenly fades to black, indicating that the battery had run out.

when he asks if you or jay’s phone works, you realize that you hadn’t seen your phone and can’t remember the last time you saw it. jay held his up and his phone was also black. with no other option, jake refers to your plan. none of you could call the police and it was clear there was a murderer roaming around the house.

you instructed the two of them to grab something to defend themselves with and to make sure all doors and windows are locked so that way if the murderer were to try and escape or hide in any rooms, they wouldn’t be able to because it was locked and if they tried to break any doors or windows, all of you would hear it.

the two boys looked at themselves, questioning this behavior as they’ve never seen you act this way before. you stared at them and when none of them made any movement, you snapped to get them to start. the two boys ran in different directions, following your orders, and going off to look for something to defend themselves while locking all doors and windows.

you rolled your eyes at their reluctance to move but with two people dead, you weren’t about to let any more people die. you go in the same direction as jake, choosing to leave jay alone as he seemed more capable than jake, you see him in the kitchen grabbing a knife. you take the knife from his hands and hand him a mallet. “sorry jaeyun but i think i’m better off with this.” you tell him and he chuckles and agrees with you.

before you could walk off, jake asked you if you were okay and where this behavior was coming from. he had never seen you like this before and quite frankly it was a bit scary to see you go into this fight or flight mode, emphasis on the fight. you brushed off jake’s question and told him that it doesn’t matter. you mutter that you were going to find jay to make sure he was fine and jake just nods as he makes his way in the opposite direction of you.

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you roamed the halls of the house, knife close to your body as you quickly made sure to lock each door and window you passed by. you had just finished clearing one of the floors but hadn’t found jay when the lights inside of the house suddenly turned off. you expected this so you were able to keep your composure. you were beginning to try and think ahead of the nightbird, trying to figure out what his next move would be and turning the lights off made the most sense.

the three of you were all separated and turning off the lights would only cause more paranoia. you abandoned going onto the next floor as you rushed down the stairs carefully to go back to the living room. as you jog to the living room you trip over something and land on the ground with a thud, a grunt leaving your lips.

you scrambled as you tried to find a light source, patting the ground for anything and your fingers grazed over a phone. you quickly pressed the flashlight button and another shriek leaves your lips as you see jake unconscious on the ground. you had tripped over jake and soon realized that the nightbird had gotten to jake. you nudged jake and tried to get him to wake him up but he didn’t respond at all. you were now crying once again and you hear someone approach, you slowly raised the light upwards and the light flashes over jay.

“is he dead?” jay asks in a low tone and you could only respond with a grumble. jay kneels down and picks you up off the floor just as the lights turn back on. you wince at the bright light and when your eyes open you make eye contact with jay and he’s staring intently into his eyes. you were almost lost in his eyes but couldn’t shake the fear out of you. you separated from jay and began to pace around the living room. you were staring blankly at a wall and when your eyes focused over one of the photos, you noticed that jake and jay were standing next to each other in the photo.

you didn’t know that they knew each other let alone that they were also in the same frat. things were beginning to click in your head and puzzle pieces were falling into place. “hey jay… how did you like being in this frat? bet you never expected there’d be a murder huh?” you ask and jay instantly answers. telling you that it was cool and it felt nice to have made new friends and in the middle of his sentence he randomly stops. realizing that you had put two and two together.

you slowly turned around and watched jay, he had his gaze fixed on jake’s body and you were now for sure that your suspicions are correct. “it’s you isn’t?” you ask and jay chuckles at your question. he didn’t need to answer but the laugh told you everything you needed to know.

“how’d you figure it out?” jay probes as he looks up at you, a smile so sick it could cause heart attacks spread across his face. jay was not only the one killing your friends but was also the nightbird. your chest began to rise and fall a lot faster as you tried to come up with a plan in your head. “you’re new, i doubt anyone would’ve just invited a new kid into the party and since you needed an invite to get here you must’ve not needed one since you’re in the frat.” you began to explain as you took a few steps to create a bigger distance between the two of you. jay watching you from a distance and it seemed his eyes had gotten a lot darker.

“you also seemed way too familiar with the house, being able to navigate comfortably, even in the dark.” you continued, swallowing the dryness in your throat. only someone who knew the layout of the house could easily find their way in and out and around the house without a problem. easily carrying out each kill and slipping away without being noticed. you were trying to go through all of the signs you had seen but completely ignored. “and you also forgot to clean off the blood on your face.” you say, voice slightly trembling after you realize that the blood on his face wasn’t a part of a costume but probably sunghoon’s after jay had stabbed him.

jay is silent for a moment and a laugh erupts from him as he claps his hands, like he was amused by your findings. “wow. such a smart girl you are. i didn’t expect that coming from you.” he says, now trying to slowly close the distance between you but you oppose by continuing to step away. the two of you were now circling the living room, trying to keep your distance from him.

“you know i didn’t peg you to be very smart, but i stand corrected.” jay says, stopping and pulling out a knife from his pocket. when the blade flashes in the light you could see that it was still covered in blood and it makes you gag. the idea that he didn’t even bother to clean sunghoon’s blood off his knife made you sick.

“why did you do it?” you ask in a hushed tone.

jay smiles at you before answering your question. “well do you want the whole story?” he asks, almost like he was a bit excited to explain his murder sprees and why he gutted all of those women. your eyes narrow at him and he jokingly throws his hands in the air. “fine. i killed all these people because…” he pauses before continuing. the smile was no longer on his face and you could tell something had just shifted inside of him.

“i wanted to.” he says and a shiver runs down your spine. he found it amusing and that’s what terrified you. “do you know how satisfying it is to hold someone’s life in your hands, having them beg for their lives as tears run down their face, and giving them the smallest sliver of hope only to tear it away as i plunge my knife into them one last time?” jay says, his voice getting louder and more aggressive with each word.

you flinched at his answer and he could tell he was starting to get to you. “you know i wasn’t really going to kill you. i actually enjoyed what we were doing outside but i had to make sure none of your stupid friends got in the way. especially that jake, you know how much he would tell me how he liked you so much but didn’t have the courage to ask you out? it was fucking irritating and i’m glad i took care of him.” jay says as he kicks jake’s body.

“now, be a good girl and come over here. everything will be fine just as long as you listen and do whatever i say okay? i want to kill you and hear you beg, you’re the perfect victim. so innocent and oblivious you hadn’t even realized i’ve been stalking you for weeks now. i will say it’s very impressive that you figured me out. kudos to you angel.” jay says, a cocky smirk on his face and it only makes your blood boil.

“see that’s where you’re wrong. i’m not so innocent nor am i oblivious.” you begin to respond and jay becomes intrigued, eager to hear what you have to say. “go on, angel…” he says and you furrow your brows at his comment.

“i’m way more capable than you think. i may not have noticed you stalking me but trust me when i say this. i’ll be the only one making it out of this house tonight.” you say and it seemed like your body was moving before you could process it as you made a dash for the stairs but jay was quick and strong. before you could make it three steps up the stairs his arms were around your waist and he was pulling you to the ground. you land with a loud thud and the wooden floors make a cracking sound as you come in contact with it. the breath is knocked out of your lungs and jay takes this as an opportunity to grab your wrist and slam it in to the ground, causing you to drop your knife. he kicks it away and it slides towards jake’s body.

you struggle under his grip as you try to free yourself but it was to no avail. jay was just much stronger than you and although you were 100% sure you were a lot smarter than he was, you couldn’t fully get him off of you with just strength so you did something unexpected.

as jay held your body down, an angry expression on his face, you leaned forward and connected your lips together. jay’s eyes widen at the feeling of your lips on his and for a moment his grip on your hands loosen. when you pull away from him, jay is still shocked so you use all your strength to swing your head back and forward, headbutting him right in the nose. this causes him to stumble off of you as his hands fly to his nose, blood now dripping from it. you scramble to get up and crawl towards the knife but jay quickly realizes what you’re doing and grabs your ankle.

with blood still dripping from his nose, he drags your body across the room with his strength and your body slams into the wall causing picture frames to fall and a crack to appear from where your body was thrown into the wall. you wince in pain and are suddenly jolted forward when jay grabs a handful of your hair, “you think that was gonna work huh? stupid girl.” he says with a scoff. he begins dragging you by your hair and you thrash around, trying to escape from his grasp even if it meant ripping your hair out.

jay stops and kneels down towards you and before he could even say a word, you’re jabbing your first into his side and kicking him in the stomach as he falls to the floor from the pain. you both get back on your feet, quick breaths leaving both of your lips as you huff and puff for air. jay lunges at you but you quickly move to the side, causing him to stumble forward and into the wall. you kick his back and swiftly elbow the back of his neck, trying to incapacitate him but it seems nothing is working.

you look around the room and your eyes land on the knife laying next to jake. you try to reach for it but jay trips you over with his feet and jumps onto you. you were now in the same position as before, jay on top of you as you tried to push him off. an amused smile on his face as he watched you struggle trying to fight him off. his amusement in your struggle and will to live only pissed you off further, you averted your gaze from him to the knife and that was when you realized that jake’s eyes were open and he was staring at you.

you bring your gaze back towards jay when he starts talking, “i really like you, you know? if you hadn’t tried to kill me i think we would’ve made a hot couple.” jay says and you don’t respond with words but spit in his face instead. as the spit hits his eyes and he recoils, jake grabs the knife and slides it towards you. with the knife now in your hands, when jay opens his eyes they widen at the image of you plunging the knife into his stomach.

jay falls off of you and onto the floor as his blood pools around you. you quickly get off the ground and make your way to jake who was surprisingly awake. “how are you alive right now?” you ask him and he shows you that the knife didn’t puncture him because of the skeleton part of his costume. he then goes on to say that he didn’t immediately let it be known he was still alive because he didn’t want jay to panic and run away.

you close your eyes in relief and give jake a hug, glad that he was alive and was there to help you kill jay. “i can’t believe chaewon is gone…” he says and you just hug him tighter. “we should probably call the police.” you say and you bend over to grab jay’s phone. if your assumption was correct, jay’s phone was actually not dead but he just showed the two of you a black screen to make it seem that way.

you grab his phone and your assumption was right as when you grabbed it from his pocket, his phone lights up. you quickly unlock the phone by placing it in front of jay’s face and dial 911. tossing the phone onto his body as you and jake walk to the front porch to wait for police and paramedics to come. the two of you sit together on the steps and you lean your head onto his shoulder.

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soon after, bright blue and red lights appear in the distance and the sounds of sirens become louder as they get closer. you explained to the police officers that jay was the killer the whole time and that he was the nightbird but your conversation with the officer is halted when you see paramedics roll chaewon out of the house on a stretcher, her eyes open as she breathes through an oxygen mask. “chaewon!” you say, running past the officer and over to here. “is she gonna be okay?” you ask the medical specialist and they tell you they aren’t sure but there’s a high chance she’ll make it. you watch them wheel her away and she gives you a small smile.

“maam?” a voice says behind you and you turn around to find a different police officer behind you. “there isn’t any more bodies inside.” he says and your eyes widen at his statement. “what? no that has to be wrong, he was in there i stabbed him and he fell to the ground!” you yelled and when the officer doesn’t respond fast enough, you run back inside and find nothing but a puddle of blood where jay was originally laying.

you couldn’t believe that he was still out there and that this wasn’t over.

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you were sitting in your apartment, preparing for chaewon’s return home. she was extremely lucky that she had only broken a few bones and that the impact wasn’t hard enough to kill her. you were cleaning and making sure the apartment was clean and tidy so that she had no worries when she came home and that she could focus on just fully recovering.

your attention is caught by the tv as a news reporter talks about the nightbird. it had been about 2 weeks since that night and every day the news dedicated a segment to the nightbird. exposing his identity as jay park, 22 year old student, and the person better known as the nightbird serial killer. they even note that he was never found at the crime scene and that there was still an ongoing investigation to find him.

a knock on your door brings you out of your thoughts and you assume it’s chaewon. you check your phone and don’t see a text from her saying that she was there but you just figured she forgot. you walk over to your front door, ready to greet your best friend with a smile, but your smile quickly fades when you’re met with none other than jay. standing at your doorway, the same menacing and creepy smile plastered on his face, and the last thing you remember was him lunging at you before everything went dark.

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“the nightbird has struck once again. his last victim being a male from the local university, park sunghoon, killing him at a halloween party where he attempted to kill three other students who also attended the same school. last night, calls were reported to an apartment complex where it seems the nightbird has claimed yet another victim. y/n y/ln, 22, who was one of the survivors from the halloween party, falls victim to the nightbird 2 weeks after the original event. if you have seen this man or have any information, do not hesitate to phone in. we must put this to rest and get justice for the victims.” the newscaster reported.

the tv suddenly turns black as jay shuts off the tv. smiling at the news and feeling victorious that you fell victim to him in the end. sure you were a smart girl, but at the end of the day, you were just as naive and oblivious like the rest of his victims were; and to him, you were the perfect victim.

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all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

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