#🫵🏾 love your friends
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kuromi-hoemie · 4 months ago
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y'know, i love reading the notes on this and watching everyone work thru their thoughts and feelings n whatnot, but you're like the one person whose tags i read and really thought Yes, you know exactly where i was coming from.
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this is me
#as someone who dated someone for 6 years and met their/our best friend around the same time#and had two totally different relationships but still ended up loving them and showing that i care for them in the same way in the end#You Get Me#you can do everything u do with a lover with ur friends‚ ur friends CAN be ur lovers#relationships vary but not by type necessarily‚ just person to person and whatever their respective boundaries are#you can talk about these things. you can be open with each other. it's okay to have whatever feelings as long as u don't expect them#to all be reciprocated. just bc u can't love someone in some ways doesn't mean u can't pour ur love into them in other ways etc#there are so many different aspects i could focus on and rant about but the point isn't the path u take it's where u end up!!#it's that fundamental connection with someone and how you nurture it and each other. the relationship means more than#the labels u could try putting on it yfm.. i see past the labels atp and just focus on u as a person. whatever will be‚ will be#i get to snuggle and kiss a long-time friend now bc We Talked ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ boundaries r always a conversation u can revisit if it feels righ#and changing boundaries doesn't have to change ur relationship‚ but it can definitely deepen it if u both want it ^.^ ♡⁠#🫵🏾 love your friends#to be entirely fair i do fall for my closest friends and am at least a little romantic with all of them though i wouldn't say our#relationships are romantic in nature‚ but i wouldn't say they're strictly platonic either#there's a lot of fun stuff happening between the 2 when u realize the line between them isn't as defined as you think :3#I'm p open so i just meet ppl where they're at boundary-wise when/if it feels right to have that conversation with them 👼🏾
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thatsherastro · 3 months ago
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Random Astro Notes Part 1
WARNING ⚠️ I have mecury-pluto & mars so YES! I’m going to say what the people are scared to say. If you are sensitive this post/ page may not be for you. These are general observations, aspects & houses matter. xoxo
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- No one is meaner than a Taurus that is broke. Taurus is the natural ruler of the 2H. The 2H rules our material assets, security, comfort as well as our self-esteem. When Tauruses do not have money, they start to view themselves as less than . Which in turn makes them latch on to the darker side of Venus. Mean , insecure, closed minded and always comparing themselves to others.
no money + no security = low self esteem
- Before falling in love with that, Aquarius sun /venus man, make sure that he is not using you for your money or to improve his quality of life.
- You might want to think twice before telling that pisces your personal business. Specifically Pisces mercury. Yes, Pisces placements are accepting. But remember they are ruled by Neptune the sign of scandal & when you pair that with mercury, a planet that likes to gossip what do you think we get ?
- Mercury - Neptune can make a person a little liar.
- Check on your Capricorn moon , Moon-Saturn & Moon- pluto friends 🫶🏾 they may not open up emotionally but knowing that someone cares sometimes helps just a little bit.
- Jupiter can sometimes make a person a hypocrite due to these peoples tendencies, to think highly of themselves, while avoiding accountability. Sagittarius & pisces I’m talking to YOU 🫵🏾 Examples below:
Pisces = thinking highly because they feel that they give the most and have an extreme savior complex.
Sagittarius = thinking highly of themselves because they feel more educated. They often times use their ability to see the bigger picture as a weapon to do what they want and move on.
- Cancer placements are prone to gaining weight due to being emotional eaters.
If you want to have a fun and reckless night out on the town, call your Sagittarius, Aquarius, Pisces , Gemini, Aries and Leo friend .
- Aries isn’t the side of mars that holds onto a grudge forever, it’s Scorpio. Once an Aries blows off their steam they are done with the situation but scorpio ?ohhh scorpio will get you later than sooner
THANK YOU FOR READING 🫶🏾 Like & Follow for more xoxo
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bluesidez · 23 days ago
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The Love Lab presents:
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[Is It Warm?]
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pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!Reader
summary: A stressed-out man deserves a stress-free encounter.
content warning: another PWP but it actually has plot...I should stop calling these PWPs, an uncomfortable scene at the beginning that involves a form of harassment, 18+ so MDNI, body worship (m receiving), thorough body massages, freeform? pegging, unprotected p in v sex (WRAP IT UP 🫵🏾), cum as lube, creampie
word count: 4.6k, halfway proofread
a/n: This is partially a birthday gift to myself and partially a part of the array of fics I wanted to get out before October was over for like...an all-month birthday celebration? School is getting in my way and October is over today, so.....that plan is soiled. But still! Enjoy this!
Here’s the Part 1 of this story! It’s not necessary to read, but it’ll add a bit of context.
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“Did you find it yet?”
“No, it’s still the same thing.”
You pout as Miguel digs further into bottom shelf, baskets rattling against him.
One of the stores you frequented was selling a new round of character-themed merchandise and, of course, they were quick to sell out.
This time around, Nueva York’s one and only Spider-Man’s suit would be worn by the different characters adorning the jars, cups, and blankets.
Nueva York’s one and only Spider-Man was also on all fours searching for the basket that your friend hid those multiple things in.
You had work in the morning, so you couldn’t camp outside and grab it as soon as the doors opened. You didn’t want to bother Miguel with something so small either.
However, he picked you up from work as a surprise with a bouquet of roses in one hand which led to the current predicament.
He saw how low the shelf was and didn’t want anyone to look under your skirt, so now you’re stuck staring at his ass filling out his jeans.
“Any warmer?” you ask.
“Maybe?” he mumbled, arch in his back deepening.
You fought the urge to rub your leg along the curve lest he bang his head and knock the entire shelf down. Instead, you folded your arms under your chest and shifted in your heels.
Since you ever so delicately brought him to new horizons, he’s been extra sensitive about your hands fondling that entire zone. He hasn’t really asked you to do it again.
It’s ok. He’s an extremely busy man and the last time, he was conked out and in a daze for a while.
Still, you were obsessed with how he looked from behind.
He starts to back up, pulling a woven basket out from behind the others. He places it on the ground. Once it’s opened, it’s as if the colorful world of cute, lovingly drawn characters was brought to you.
You clap your hands in excitement as Miguel stands up and places the basket in the small cart you’ve been pushing.
“The things I do for my girlfriend,” Miguel sighs as he dusts off his knees.
You wait until he stands straight and pull your arms around his neck to plead for a kiss. He pecks them twice and rubs your waist.
“Thank you, boyfriend,” you whisper with a smile.
Miguel purses his lips and nods, bashful.
You turn and drag the cart down the aisle, Miguel following behind with his warm hand nearly folded over your hips. You hum and comment about the things that you see, turning to look at him with big eyes when you really wanted something.
He’d give the occasional “You don’t need that,” but then there were the silent head-tilts when you described the use of a product so energetically.
“But baby, we could cuddle under this when we watch our shows! And these,” you pointed to some snail mucin you found, “we have to have this for our spa days.”
“That’s,” Miguel folded his arms, “correct. We need to keep our skin clear. And we need to keep warm.”
Errand days always turned to you to Miguel pulling items down and convincing you to get things that you didn’t need but absolutely wanted.
“What about this?” Miguel takes a bra from the rack, head turned toward the piece but eyes looking over at you.
“It’s cute, but I think I could find a cuter one somewhere else.”
“You’re right. I’ll just rip it off.”
“On second thought, add it to the cart.”
It’s about an hour before you both make it to the line for the register.
You’re trying not to add to the “annoying couple” demographic, but Miguel’s arms are holding onto the cart, enveloping you against his chest. You turn and look up at him and smile, giddy that he joined you on this errand run.
He kisses your head and hums along to the song playing through the store speakers. You lay on his chest and read along the products on the shelves next to you.
A man peeks at you over the shelf, eyes cutting into you before he smirks and walks away.
You shudder like you’re cold and make a disgusted sound before you turn your head.
“What’s wrong?” Miguel asks, guiding you and the cart further in line.
“Creepy guy,” you mumble into his chest.
Miguel frowns and turns, squinting around the store. He was definitely hiding now.
“I’ll handle it,” Miguel grunts.
You stay silent, knowing that once he’s set to do something, he won’t change his mind.
One day he quietly asked you “What use would having a boyfriend with superhuman powers be if I don’t use them to protect you?”
You’ve long stopped telling him to ignore things like this.
Another inch further in line and it’s almost time to pay. The guy lingers again by the entrance of the store. You lean your weight on Miguel, feet tired of your heels and anxious of how the next few minutes could play out.
Trying to understand his motive was nearly impossible: you were clearly with someone else with a large physique, clinging to him like a lifeline. That should have been a huge hint.
When it’s time to place your items on the counter, Miguel shifts his body so you don’t see the stranger. The two of you work chat to the cashier, joking about the many things you’ve bought.
With swift movements, Miguel pays for your items and carries your bag before you can even think to pay. He turns and waits for you to lock your arms through his, a habit grown from his need to be near you.
The entrance was empty, other people scattered throughout the store.
Maybe it was just a strange incident.
“Excuse me, miss. Would you mind helping me with something?” the guy asks behind you just when you think you’re in the clear.
“She’s good,” Miguel tells him, face stern.
“What, so she can’t answer for herself?”
You ball a fist up around the back of Miguel’s shirt, steadying yourself, “I can answer for myself, but we’re in a bit of a hurry. So, if you don’t mind, we’ll be out of-“
“I-It’s just that my daughter’s birthday is coming up,” the man holds his hands up frantically. “I have no clue what 10-year-olds like nowadays. I was wondering if you could help me choose something.”
You bit the inside of your cheek. This guy could be lying completely, but the thought of a little girl out there smiling as she ripped the paper off a present tugged at you.
Looking at Miguel, you could tell he was on the same wavelength.
“There is one thing that’s all the craze,” you say.
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Back in the store, you were sifting through the aisles again with your attentive boyfriend not too far behind. He was carrying all of your bags in his hands and on his shoulders so you could really make an honest effort to help.
Ten was that turning point where you either really loved imaginary toys or wanted nothing to do with then, perhaps a mix of both.
“She used to love these when she was younger,” the man pulls out a baby doll from the lower shelf.
There’s been about five things he’s mentioned all of which were geared towards a younger audience. He was so insistent that it made you wonder of he’s even talked with his daughter in the past five years.
“I’m not sure she would like this one. What about that?” you point to a popular plushie. It’s not the baby doll, but you’re sure his daughter would love it.
“Oh I don’t know…”
This back-and-forth continues for longer than you want it to. You could have been wrapped around your boyfriend like a koala while he talked about his day and instead you were stuck here.
“Sir, we really have to go,” Miguel intervenes, “I’m sure whatever you get your daughter, she’ll love it.”
The older man sneers, “You wouldn’t know a thing about that.”
“Excuse me?” your face changes, disturbed.
“Such a beautiful thing on his arm and no ring, no child. He’s slacking up,” he slides a hand down your arm. “My daughter could use someone like you-“
Miguel snatches his hand up from your arm, eyes almost glowing under the bright lights of the store.
“Are you insane?”
“Let go of me!”
The man tries to fight against Miguel but falls short as he keeps his cool. He’s only released when his body flashes in an array of blue and pink squares, knees hitting the ground.
Faster than you can comprehend what’s going on, Miguel drags him out of the door. You follow afterwards, apologetic to the confused employees.
“Do you just like to touch women for fun or is it exclusive to people that try to help you?” you can hear Miguel bark at him.
“I’ll have you reported to the authorities!”
“Yeah, yeah. Try and call the rent-a-cops,” Miguel’s lip never unfurled. He whipped out a phone. “Lyla?”
In a series of events, you watched the man go from Miguel’s grip to the stringy webs of Spider Scarlet.
“I see that this fellow is giving you trouble and sorrow,” Ben’s stunted tone crowded the stranger’s cries. “I’ll remove him quickly, no, swiftly. So that you both can have a wonderful night. Together.”
You can almost see the tension build in Miguel’s temple.
“Thank you. It’s much appreciated,” Miguel grunts. “I would like to move on with my night, please.”
“Of course, Bo- I mean hard-working citizen.”
He grabs the glitching stranger to swing back to HQ, a quiet wave to you before he left.
You laugh, feeling Miguel’s shoulders fall a bit.
“You ok, baby?” he takes your hands in his, bags lining his arms,
You nod your head, “I’ve had worst things happen. Could use some comfort, though.”
He gives a sympathetic smile and rubs a thumb across your cheek.
“Let’s get out of here.”
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Small, pesky incidents like this kept popping up.
An occurrence of a clown that stood in the gray parks holding a single balloon but doing nothing else, women with pixie cuts complaining about the prices of clothes, balding men with beer bellies and baseball caps: all of these people from different eras were spread across Nueva York.
While you’ve been going into work, keeping your schedule relatively normal, Miguel has been in and out.
It wasn’t a rare sight to come home to his empty penthouse, only the city lights and a talkative Lyla to keep you company.
Sometimes, you were woken up by his arms sliding around your middle and a kiss to the back of your neck, but by the time you woke up, he was gone again.
The life of a superhero’s girlfriend was a bit isolating, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Especially not the shocked look on Miguel’s face as he enters the living room one evening.
“What’s all this?” he asks, looking at the dimly lit lights and taking in the smell of something sweet in the air.
Music is playing from the speakers and Miguel is noticing how smooth the skin of your legs look from in between your silk gown. Taking advantage of his focus, you bend and remove the cloth from the table behind you.
“Ta-da!”
You stand there with your hands out, shaking them. It takes a lot to not jump like a star in excitement.
Miguel looks from you to the table.
“What is it?”
“What does it look like?”
“I meant, what is it for, honey.”
You lean on the massage table with your hip and hold your fingers up to count off, “Well, it’s for you. To relax. To unwind. To let me try out the skills I learned from that class my coworker gifted to me.”
Within the pause, you twirl four fingers in the air.
Miguel sits near the back on the couch with an exhausted look on his face, “Baby, thank you for the gesture, but I don’t know if-”
“Please! I think you’ll really, really love it. I can massage you right now while you’re not super busy,” you say as Miguel stands again. You bounce over in front of him, puppy-dog eyes on full display. “I only rented it for a few days!”
He looked to the ceiling and sighed, weak to the look on your face.
“Fine.”
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“Where is your robe at?” a freshly showered Miguel asks with an eyebrow raised. He still pans up and down your body, like he hasn’t explored it a million times over.
A few steps forward and his gaze is stuck on the way your sheer and short gown molds around your body.
There’s nothing underneath but your perfumed skin.
“That’s the perk of having your girlfriend give you a massage,” you say watching him stare at your chest. You take his chin in your hand and guide his face back to your eyes. “Right?”
“Mm hm.”
You snort and tell him to lay down
“Take your towel off, silly.”
Miguel obeys, white fabric pulled from under him with a blink of an eye. He lays it just above his behind.
“This is going to feel so good. I just know it,” you say, giving his back a light rub.
“Thank you in advance,” Miguel replies. He’s lying with his head on his arms, stress from work evident.
You’re really glad he’s letting you help him indulge in this break.
Grabbing the oil from the end table you pulled over, you pour some right on his back, fingers spreading along the pivots of his neck. You. stand in front of the head of the table and press your thumbs into his nape, earning a stunted noise from him.
A smile grows on your face, “I haven’t even really started, Miguel.” Your thumbs start to circle and he turns his face into the open hole.
“Stiff there. Too many screens to watch,” he says. “It smells good.”
“Give those pretty eyes a rest then,” you tut, adding your other fingers to the ones along his neck in an upwards motion.
Shea butter never fails you.
His neck slowly heats up and you giggle to yourself. One compliment and he turned into mush.
“What about here, hm?” shifting down to the tops of his shoulders. The muscles there pulled as tight as a rope. Adding pressure to them makes Miguel groan.
“’S good.”
“I bet,” you work into a knot, warm hands pushing into his skin. “There’s no telling how long this has been here.”
Miguel silently notes that maybe he should wind himself up more if he could end up like this again: pampered by his pretty girlfriend.
As quiet as he kept his running thoughts, his throat involuntary gave you real-time reviews.
Every slide of your knuckles nearly had him purring and your fingertips warmed him through to his bones.
His shoulders feel like air once you’re moving down his spine.
“I’m going to do something different,” your voice is lower so as to not disturb the atmosphere.
You hike one of your knees up on the edge of the table and climb over him, hovering as you asses his back.
Two hands cover his waist with thumbs almost touching each other on his spine. You let go of some of your weight and press your thumbs up his back.
Miguel’s voice vibrates through the room, an arch in his spine forming.
You repeat the action, earning an even louder response.
Moving to stroking in outwards motions from his spine to the sides, you wanted to pat yourself on the back. Miguel was so relaxed under you.
Though, you wanted to smack yourself for getting excited so early, the effect of his sounds making itself evident with how cold the air felt on your exposed lower half.
Switching to move your hands down his arms to hefty muscle of his shoulder blades, you hoped to distract yourself.
“Se siente tan bien,” Miguel sighed, airy and relieved. “I’ve been climbing a lot more this past week.” (That feels so good.)
The praise went straight to your clit.
“I’m glad, Miggy. I’ll work out some more tightness in your back and move down to your legs. Sound good?” you were trying your best to control your tone.
Miguel starts to answer but a stunted sound comes from his lips instead as you start to knead his back in small places.
Back and forth, you move across his skin, heart thumping in your chest.
By the time you got to his lower back, you awkwardly sat on the towel separating the two of you. You were sure it was dampening, but you hoped Miguel was too far gone to notice.
Your thumbs circle in the dips of his skin, his hips lifting up, making you brace yourself.
“Babe, you’re going to push me off,” you say as Miguel tries to glue his waist to your fingers.
“S-sorry,” hips stutter against the table before he lays down completely.
You pat his side as a form of forgiveness and inch off of the table. The towel over his ass was wrinkled, brown skin peeking from under it.
You grab more oil to start on the back of his thighs, a place that you know could carry his tension. With both of your hands focusing on his right thigh, you add pressure to your palms.
Miguel immediately jerked, grunting through his teeth.
“Woah, there,” you rub his leg softly. “Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“What’s wrong?”
He’s softly pushing out air as you continue back.
“It’s embarrassing. And rude,” he mumbles after a while.
You move down to his calf, his voice rising as you envelop his skin.
“What is?”
He huffs, turning his head, “I’m hard.”
Switching legs, you try not to show your giddiness.
“Nothing wrong with that. I think it’s a normal reaction.”
“Is it?” he shifts again when you massage the inside of his thigh, so close to the problem area. “The last time I got massaged was before…everything. It was never like this.”
You try to envision a younger, scrawny Miguel laid out on the table before you and giggle.
“Don’t laugh.”
“I’m not,” you say in between a quiet grin.
Miguel lifts his head a bit, “I can hear you smiling, amor.”
“Ok, how about this,” you remove the towel and softly cover his behind with your hands. “Can I massage here?”
Miguel looks back at you, eyes darker under these lights.
“Isn’t this a full-body massage?”
You bite your cheek to try and stop your face from lighting up, but it fails.
“Then, continue to relax, Mr. Spider-Man.”
“I prefer Mr. Boyfriend, actually.”
Humming, you push into the plushest parts of him, repeating the motion circle after circle.
You try to ignore his hole peering out every time you knead.
Miguel is breathing deeply, back rising and falling.
Looking down, you can tell that his earlier words were true. Poor thing was barely rutting against the table.
You slide a thumb on his taint, marveling at how he lets out a sharp gasp. The feeling makes him grind harder into the soft material.
“Please,” he whispers.
“Please, what, Mr. Boyfriend? Anything I can do to make your experience better?”
“I want,” you brush your finger over his hole and he groans. “Want more.”
You stop and grab the lone tile, wiping the oil from your hands.
Walking near his face, you lean down and kiss his ear, the skin heated, “This requires more facilities. One momento!”
Luckily for him, the dildo from the last time was already clean.
Coincidentally.
You grab it and some lube from the bedroom and rush back to Miguel who is sprawled out on the table.
“Sorry for the wait,” you say. “Let’s start back.”
With lube on your fingers, you rub a thumb over his hole, pressing until you breach past.
Miguel sighs, “Shock. I missed this.”
That surprises you, “Really?”
“Yes,” he moaned as you reach in further. “You make me feel good. I just didn’t have the time to enjoy it.”
Your heart soars, switching from your thumb to two fingers. The way his hips rise shows a beautiful line in his silhouette. When tell him such, he shudders.
“You always compliment me on the things I couldn’t care less for.”
“There’s beauty in all of you though, Miguel,” your words contrast how you’re digging into him, adding another finger and brushing past the ball of fire.
Miguel tightens his fists, pushing back against your hand, “Put it in me.”
“Do you like it when I praise you?” you ask, ignoring his request.
“You already know the answer. Por favor, bebé.”
He was getting whiny and you remembered that this whole endeavor was supposed to be for him, about him.
You climbed back over him, a palm pressed into his back, “I know, I know. I got you.”
“So needy,” you say as you lube up the pink plastic.
Miguel gears up to respond but you shush him when you glide the tip in.
Your name is on his lips, singing along with the melody of the instrumental playing in the background.
You pull your gown up a little, fur on the trim riding up your skin. You moan with him as you let the dildo go deeper.
From here, you can see the glow of his back, glistening under the candlelight from the oil that drives him crazy on you. The nape of his neck is starting to shine with sweat and his fingers are pressing into his palm so as to not puncture the table.
Continuing your movement, you move your wrist continuously, pushing into him and cupping your breasts to stop them from moving.
You’re drenched and when you slide your heat over his cheeks, the end of the dildo feels amazing against your clit. You hold the end of it close and move your hips along every thrust.
“Keep going,” Miguel says, reveling in the way you were getting off on top of him. “Don’t stop.”
Your hips move faster, hand on your chest moving to his back, nails digging into his skin. Your body leans over him, skin-to-skin separated by your thin gown.
No words can be formed as you listen to Miguel let out satisfied grunts, the sound of him covering and uncovering the dildo aligning with him.
You angle it so that it can slide along your folds before it enters him, keening into his skin every time.
“I love you so much, Miggy,” your nails scratch against him, your body tensing like he was the one pinning you into the table.
Miguel jerks, panting out, “Love you, too. Te amo mucho, ángel.”
You continue, Miguel’s words blending from begs for more to confessions of love.
When he reveals that he’s close, arching into you, you suck a kiss into his back, working your dildo past his prostate.
He groans, cum spreading under him. You pepper kisses across his back.
“Hm,” you got up and switch the dildo for a plug, squeezing a cheek for good luck. “I didn’t finish the massage.”
Miguel turns his body around, careful not to knock you off.
“You’re always up to something.”
He smiled, looking at your ruined gown, oil making it cling to you. He’s still hard, cum smeared across his lower abdomen.
You bring your face to his, kissing his lips while his hands slide up your hips.
“I’m just a little crazy when it comes to you,” you reply, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.
Miguel moves his chin up, a hand coming to cover your neck.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
You smiled into his lips, rubbing your nose against his. He laughed at the gesture and rubbed down your back.
“Shall I continue, Mr. Boyfriend?”
“I’m at your command, Ms. Girlfriend.”
You lean up and slowly pull your gown off of you. Miguel watches you, not missing a single moment.
“While I did have ideas of exactly how this massage was going to go,” you reach back and scoop up the milky liquid on his stomach. You take him in your hand and pump once, twice. “I think I’ll end it with a bang.”
When his tip goes past your entrance, his eyes roll back and his hands grab your hips instinctively.
Your head dips past your shoulders as you sit further, the feeling of him familiar but still overwhelming.
Your hips stutter as you try not to let the greedy feeling of chasing your orgasm come back so quickly. To fight it, you place your hands on his pecs.
“Usually, the chest massage is done in the opposite direction,” Miguel hikes his hips up as you try to get back into masseur mode, earning a high moan from you. “B-but you get special privileges today.”
You focus on applying pressure to his collar bones, working over a fading love mark.
Miguel isn’t having it as he holds your hips and snaps up.
“I think I have a more severe problem area,” he says as you push the skin of his chest towards his armpits. He wasn’t even tense there.
“And I’ll get to it-“
“You don’t understand,” Miguel says, locking his arms around you. “It’s serious.”
He thrusts up, delving into you like he was always meant to do so. You grip his shoulders and hold on, mind hazy at the shift.
“The prettiest masseuse in the world,” he breathes out. His eyebrows are scrunching up, ever so expressive. “My private one.”
“Yes,” you sigh, close from before. You’re turning into putty in his arms.
Arousal builds as he continues to work into you. Your mouth parts, unsure as to what was coming from your mouth.
“C’mon, baby. I know you’re there,” Miguel moves one hand to grip your shoulder. “‘M ready to pay you.”
You convulse around him, core swimming with his words.
He follows right after, hips attaching to you as he fills you up. The table creaks as he pumps a few more times into your lifted body.
When you both come down, your muscles feel like they’ve been reconstructed. Miguel lifts you off of his length, keeping you in the air for a bit just to watch him drip out of you.
“That’s a pretty steep payment,” you say once you’re lying on his chest.
Miguel snickers, “I’ll help you manage it later.”
“But before that,” you wave a hand in the air making a holographic screen with blue squares appear before you both. “Leave a tip?”
Miguel wipes it away as you cackle.
“You’ve ruined me for all future massages in a normal setting and you want a tip?”
“I’m just kidding,” you kiss his pout away.
“Besides,” you reach down and graze your fingers over him. “This tip is pretty good.”
“Only ‘pretty good’? Do you need another one?”
You put your eyes to the sky, thinking, “Let’s eat dinner and get away from the nearly ruined, rented table first.”
Miguel smiles softly, “Good idea.”
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dividers by: @/adornedwithlight @/inklore
a/n: I think I would like to consider this story, Is It Tight?, and Wash Day all in the same universe.
Sorry to the people in my taglist who don’t really rock with pegging. It probably won’t happen again. 😭
taglist: @questionable-behaviour @babygotl01292003 @slushycoookie @calig0sto @ghost-lantern
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ramonathinks · 1 year ago
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late night talking
content warning (18+) best friends -> lovers, fluffy-ish, brief angst, high schoolers (seniors; 18 y/o), soft sex, praise, light fingering, oral, guided oral sex, slight porn with plot, virginity loss.
summary: the day before graduation, satoru gojo realizes he doesn’t want to let go of his best friend.
@hoshigray 🫵🏾 now what. but anyways happy belated birthday to my satoru 😁😁. (this is probably terrible! but alas) 3.2k words
There was a rap of knocking heard, it was loud enough to hear over your headphones and it’s what made you look up, squinting. “Satoru, what are you doing here?” His face right outside of your window, his breath fogging it up as you move over to open it. He just chuckles as you help him in. “Wasn’t it hard climbing up here?”
Oh if she thinks that’s hard then, he thought, feeling his dick straining against his pants. But he rolls his eyes a bit and ignores your question. “Can’t I just come see my sweet best friend?”
“Oh, so you want something.” You snort, a small smile on your lips. 
“Just needed to be alone and not in my house for a moment that’s all,” He doesn’t go into it anymore and you give a tight smile. 
“But you couldn’t use the front door?” You raise a brow with a small chuckle.
“It’s almost midnight, are you crazy? Your dad would’ve killed me.”
You snicker a bit, “My mom loves you though, she would’ve fixed you a plate. Well, actually, she did make you one and told me to bring it for you, Shoko and Suguru, tomorrow.”
His stomach growled and he did an awkward cough as you gave him a smile. “I’ll be right back.”
 Your hand gently rubbed at the side of his face and he tried not to lean into your touch as much. Then you headed downstairs. He flipped his jacket off and snuggled up against your soft lush pillows and held one of you many hello kitty teddy bears against his chest.
“You got this,” He muttered to himself. He was by far not a nervous person, however… There have been times since he realized his feelings that he realized something. You made him nervous, nervous as hell. You were always so touchy with him and hanging on to every word he said, smiling at him and just anything. 
It was no doubt in his mind that you felt the same way. You didn’t do these things with Suguru or Shoko, it was only him who was blessed and special enough. He inhaled the strong strawberry scented perfume on your sheets and it made him relax deeper into the bed. He hears you quietly open the door and giggle a bit.
“You look comfy.” You smile at him and he tries not to look your way. “You’re all shy now?” You giggle again and he turns away from you, his body far away from your touch. 
“Just when I was going to play in your hair, just how you like it.” If he was a dog, you’d see his ears plop up all excited and his tail wagging. But he controls himself. He hides his face deeper into your pillows. “C’mon, ‘Toru… tell me what’s wrong. I know you didn’t come here just to eat and sleep.” 
There was a long pause before he spoke.
“When we graduate… you’ll leave me right? That’s why I had to come see you. Heard you telling Suguru you’re heading right out. I see your bags already packed away in your closet. Just wanted to spend one night with you before you’re gone.”
“Hey, even if I leave…. It’s not like we won’t be friends anymore.” You try to explain. It was weird seeing him like this, his eyes glossy but not with tears – just deep emotions as he looked into yours.
“It’s not the same. We’ll be apart and see other people and… and… we’ll be busy. Nothing will be the same.” He took a heavy sigh and turned the other way.
“Satoru, look at me.” He doesn’t move an inch. “You’ll always have me. Don’t worry. You’ll always be right here.” You intertwine your fingers  with his and place it close to your chest. “Okay?” 
He turned his head a bit, “You promise?”
“Of course.”
“Can I ask you something else?” His eyes are bright again and filled with something.
“Why’re you acting like this? You know you can ask me anything.” 
 He looks at you, stares and goes over your face almost a million times. “You like me, right? I like you too. I have for a while.”
“I… um.” Your body felt hot all over. It was true,  you’d been crushing on him forever. Of course you couldn’t say anything, why would the relationship if something were to happen? Who felt like picking sides when it came to group activities? Suguru would go with him and Shoko with you but, it was more than that. You all always were with each other, why ruin it? Your mind had been thinking these dreaded thoughts for closer to a year and you were scared that this would happen; you were more so happy that he was the one who confessed first. Your nerves were never on your side. But with a few deep breaths, you were ready to indulge. “Y-yeah. How’d you know?” You looked up at him through your long lashes.
“Sweet girl,” He pokes your cheeks. “I see the way you look at me… and I just hoped you’d see the same with how I look at you.” He chuckles a bit. “Just… Why didn’t you say anything?”
A chill ran through your body. “It’s hard not to notice when the Gojo Satoru has his eyes on you… I was just too scared to say something or hoped that I was imagining it. I mean, this only happens on television… Best friends wanting each other? Who am I kidding, but that’s all I could think. Or my mind was drowning in thoughts of…plain insecurities or anything of what’s next.” Your eyes on the floor. “Now, I’m killing the mood with my rambling.” You did a dry laugh.
He licks his lips, “I think it’s cute. You get like this sometimes and that’s fine. Whether it’s over homework, your job or even now… it’s always cute to me.” He touches the end of your braids. “Can I kiss you? Don’t overthink it. Just say the first thing that comes to mind.” His eyes glanced from your eyes to your lips with every word he spoke.
“Yes, please.” You weren’t his first kiss. But he was yours. His lips felt perfect against yours, as if he was always meant to be there. His mouth covered yours completely and his hand was on the back of your neck. He pulled you closer to him and with every second, he was taking more control over you. His tongue slithered inside of your mouth and he sucked on it, twirling his around in your mouth. 
“You like that?” He asked and you could barely open your eyes to look at him. You were too focused on the feeling and more importantly the throbbing you felt. “I can see, just from how you’re looking at me, how you feel.”
“Stop talking.” You muttered and he did a small laugh.
“You’re so cute.” He swallows, his lips dry. “You make me so crazy, I never climbed up to a window before. This is a two story house you know. Don’t I deserve a little…reward?” He doesn’t look at you when he speaks. “And I can see just how bad you want it, so let me take care of you, okay?”
Your eyes widen, “Don’t… don’t tease me.” He didn’t want to say it again but you looked so cute with your wide blown eyes with your eyebrows furrowed. “But… I mean, I’m not opposed to the idea.” You were just glad that your room wasn’t on the same floor as your parents and you thanked the stars for the thick walls.
“Really? I didn’t think you’d be so easy.” He pulls you closer to him. 
You snort, “Shut up before I change my mind!” Then he kisses you again, very light and all over your face making you smile. Your body felt so gooey and your stomach was tangled in knots. 
“I know just what to do, so just let me do everything, okay?” He pulled your cute frilly pink nightgown off of you and cupped your butt. “These little panties of yours are so pretty, look just like something I’d expect you to wear.” They were cream white and soft, small flowers designed on them. “Here, lay down.” He helps you lay flat on your own bed. 
He pulled your underwear down slowly, anticipating killing him. But it paid off when he saw how cute your fat pussy was. He groaned looking at how your labia was covered with bits of your slick as it peeked out from your lips. He just wanted to look for a second or maybe more; he pulled your  lips apart and he groaned. You were more sticky and dripping wet, your clit was big and engorged. “Oh fuck, I didn’t know what I was getting into, huh? Such a pretty little pussy. Prettiest pussy I've ever seen.” He moved his body towards the end of the bed and sat on his knees, pulling you closer to the end of the bed. 
You looked cuter from where he was; your eyes squeezed tight and your hand already tangled in his hair. He blew a bit of air on you and he smiled when your entire body twitched. “You’re already ready, baby. Keep your hands right there.”
He kissed your inner thighs and sucked your folds in his mouth with a groan. His mouth wide as he dribbled spit on your clit. “You’re already so messy but I gotta get you ready for me, you understand that, right?”
“God, yes, Satoru. Just please—” You didn’t even finish your sentence before he spread you again and moved his head side to side and buried his face deeper into your pussy. A lewd wet squelching sound all over the room just when his nose bumps against your clit. He moves back and just admires you for a moment before kissing your thighs again.
He slurps at your opening before his tongue nudges at it and your hand grips his hair tighter. He licks a trail up your slit then places his tongue flat against your core. “‘Toru, stop teasing me.” You can hear him give a breathy laugh. 
“You just taste so good, ‘could do this all night.” He says before he sticks his tongue inside of you finally. His chin was already wet but now as he sucks and moves his tongue inside of your pussy, it just gets wetter. You wiggle your hips and push yourself down the bed, trying to get more of his mouth on you if possible. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Your hips grind against his face and your eyes roll back as he sucks on you really hard, licking up and down your slit again and again. Rolling his tongue around your clit messily. 
“Gonna put a finger inside of you, okay? Relax.” He tells you, nudging his finger at your hole. “Opening up, like a charm. There we go,” He eases his finger inside and you cream a bit, it runs down his finger. “Good girl.”He purrs, scissoring his fingers inside of you. A harsh whimper comes out of your mouth and he looks at you, rubbing a finger on your clit in circles. He presses kisses on your thighs again and one on your stomach and your belly trembles, so ticklish. 
With his finger working your clit, he goes back to twirling his tongue inside of you, switching between his tongue and fingers being inside of you. Your insides clamped down on his fingers and he groaned, your thighs trembled before you spoke.
“Satoru, fuck— I’m gonna cum if you keep.” Your back arches more off the bed; your face scrunches up as he adds two fingers to your cunt, pumping them in and out, pressing deep upwards and rubbing in that special place. You shutter.
“It’s okay, cum. Fuck, cum all over my face.” Your walls flutter against his fingers and a bit of wetness squirts out when he presses inside of you again. “You’re so pretty when you squirt for me baby. So fucking cute.” He curls his fingers inside of you; you gush more wetness out on him. “So good.” He mutters, removing his fingers and sucking on your clit. 
“Sa-Satoru please, I can’t— I just…wait…please… I just need a bre–akkk!” He sucks on your folds and rubs you clit again before he sucks hard on the bundle of nerves. Your legs shaking when he finally moves from your pussy. 
He smiles down at you, “You okay?” He watches you huff before you shove him slightly. He gives you a sly smile. 
“You’re so…” You’re out of breath as you speak. “Oh god, that felt so good.” 
He was trying not to smirk but it was hard. “You’re welcome baby.” He lets you lay there, before pulling you close. “You tired? We can sleep.”
“Nuh-Uh.” You sit up, hugging him to your body.
“C-can I?” You motioned towards his pants and he grinned at you.
“You sure you can take it? I don’t mean to brag but baby, this is a weapon of mass destruction.” He looked at you, his lips in a thin line before you both started laughing.
“You’re so lame!” You tell him, a small smile on your lips. You grab his face and sit on his lap, feeling just how hard he was under you. “But I want to,” You hands traveled up and down his shoulder. “I can’t ever stop thinking about you, you know. I just want to see it. I want to suck it.”
He bit his lip and lifted his hips upwards, his eyes on you and the tip of his ears red. “Okay, yeah.” He stumbled the words out. He couldn’t believe you right now; how utterly sexy you were being for him and how you had him being the nervous one. “You feel how hard I am? That’s just for you.” He tells you, watching your hand touch him through his pants. 
You unzip his pants and help him out of his boxers. 
“Okay, so be gentle.” He tells you, awkwardly patting your head. “So, just hold it and you can run your hand up and down but don’t–” He grips the sheet when you lick your hand and runs it up and down his length. You keep your eyes on him, smiling. His eyes are now squeezed shut and you like seeing him look so weak because of you. 
He doesn’t expect you to put him in your mouth so fast but you do. Not inch by inch like a virgin, no, you kiss his head and he shutters then with your hand on the base, you take whatever you can and put it in your mouth. “Ohhh fuck. Your mouth is so–” You meet his eyes as you bob your head up and down, swirling your tongue around him. Your mouth is sloppy – so much saliva covering his length and he can’t believe you were like this. Twisting your hand on the base of his cock and even touching his balls, massaging them. 
“Okay…okay, that’s enough. I– fuck,” You jerk his cock as he speaks. 
“You sure?” You lick his tip. 
“Y-yeah. Just wanna be inside of you.” He pulls your hands away from him. “C’mere.” He taps your chin and you stand up; putting your legs on either side of him. Taking your jaw in his hand, he kisses you. Then he does it again. His hands on your hips, rubbing his thumbs into your back. Grinding against him, feeling your pussy throb against his bare cock. He smiles, “Feeling this pretty little pussy against me, fuck…feels so…” His cock twitches against you. He lays you down on your bed again and lays on top of you, not putting his full weight against your body. He tugs his shirt over his head. 
Both of you are naked and bare to each other. He slid his aching cock over your folds causing you both to moan. He did it again, his chest against yours. Grinding against you, raising his hips against yours. “You like that?” He asked, needy and pleased at your expression. 
He slapped the head of his cock against your clit, watching you flinch and jump. “You’re so fucking pretty. Prettiest girl ever.” He kissed your nose. “Gonna fuck you so good and make you even prettier, ‘Kay?”
Your back arched off the bed, “Satoru — fuck.” 
“I’m gonna rock your world, stretch this pussy out that you’ll have no choice but to only think of me.” He kisses your neck and pulls your legs further apart. He moves his hands down to your pussy; spreading your lips and rubbing the palm of his hand against your clit in a hard circular motion. “Relax. Deep breath.” 
Taking a deep breath and then a strong exhale, his cockhead rubs at your folds and his tip enters your pussy. Your nails dig deep into his skin and you bite your lip. “Oh gosh.” Your nails pinch his skin as he slides inside deeper. He pushes forward again and then you both moan. 
Locking your ankles at the lower end of his back and he does one small thrust, his hips rocking against yours. He pulls your legs on his shoulders and he bottoms out, sucking in a breath. “Fuck, you’re tight.” His pelvis comes in contact with your clit, making you moan with every thrust.
You’re crying; because of course you’d be and he thinks it’s cute and glorious how glossy your eyes get — your lashes stuck together and your pretty eyes shiny. This, it was this, that made him want to fuck you like this — your eyes on his as he wipes your face and you sniffle and gasp, he kisses your face.
He’s entwining your fingers and looking at you deep in your eyes, his pretty bright eyes staring you down as he fucks you. Your eyes roll back and you’re whining. He promised to ruin you for any other guy and he was fulfilling that as he went in deeper. You clamped down on him and wrapped your legs around him, your arms around his neck and he chuckled. “You okay?” He huffed.
You were quiet besides the moaning, almost too scared to talk. “Mhm. Y-yes.”  He slams inside of you, his balls slapping against your ass. Your pussy spasming against his cock, wet noises echo around the room. The jarring sound of wetness and skin against skin only making you hornier and you knew he could feel it.
“You’re so wet, you’re soaking the bed.” Every time he thrust inside of you, squirt spilled out of you and he smiled. “You’re doing really good for this to be your first time. You like my dick that much? So much that you can take it like a good girl?” Your body wound up and tight as he fucks you open, your stomach tight as you get closer to the end.
His dick made more squirt spill from your body. Your legs shaking as he spoke, all you could do was take it. “Please.” You whined. “Don’t stop.” Hips grinding against each other before his hips stutter and his body shakes hard. Wetness all over your thighs as he keeps going. You whine and sniffle when the wave comes over you again and cum. Creamy wetness at the base of his cock, grinding himself further inside.
He presses his forehead against yours and squeezes his eyes shut. “Fuck, you feel so good.” His cock brushed against your cervix, pounding inside of you. “Prettiest pussy I ever had. Best pussy I ever had.” He tells you, completely out of breath. Moving between your legs to rub your achy clit.
“Gonna come baby.” He groans and you take the chance to press your lips against his, letting his tongue explore your mouth, his cock bruising your pussy.
When Satoru comes, he comes hard. Hot liquid spilling inside of you, deep inside. He holds still, his face buried inside your neck. He does another thrust and you both take a deep breath, bodies trembling together.
You lay there for a while; him on top of you and you playing in his soft hair. Kissing the top of his head you say, “Wanna come with me? Traveling, I mean. It can just be us.”
His eyes closed while he drifts to sleep, “I’d like that.”
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randommusicalfluff · 1 year ago
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ME WHEN I SCREAM INTO YOUR EAR REEAALLLY LOUD
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i know theres so much more potential of d/jmm being a ler because he literally has 6 hands and that kind of thinking is why i call him a pred but!!!!! lee d/jmm sorry he deserves it </3 he needs to get got
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v6quewrlds · 24 days ago
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❝ bad liar, a. iosivas. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  
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‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: midterm season at princeton is no joke. despite your commitment to academic success, your friends convince you to take just one night off to go out for halloween. andrei is a nice perk too.
‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: andrei fic bc that's my baby boy. i needed more andrei fics so i decided to make my own lmao. this will have at least one other part, part two here.
‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: suggestive, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. friends to lovers, andrei is a simp 🫵🏾, language, sexual references & innuendos, irresponsible decision making, college setting, presumably underaged drinking.
‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: andrei iosivas x reader.
‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 6.4k.
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Your eyes scanned the dense text of your biology book, your highlighter poised and ready to strike. You sat at your desk, the room's soft light reflecting off your round glasses, casting an orange halo on the pages in front of you. Your braids were pulled back into a tight bun, a few loose strands escaping to frame your focused expression. The only sound was the steady tick of the clock on the wall, marking the seconds that brought you closer to the dreaded physics midterm exam. Your mind was a mess of formulas and principles, your thoughts racing to keep up with the material you needed to commit to memory.
The door to your dorm room swung open, and in barged a flurry of energy—Kaia, your best friend, and fellow study buddy—her silk-pressed hair bouncing with every step.
"Girl, I know you're not still stuck on that same page," Kaia teased, tossing her bag onto the chair. Her voice had the melodic lilt of her Brooklyn upbringing, a stark contrast to the seriousness etched on your face. "You're gonna wear a hole in that book if you don't give it a rest."
You sighed and set the highlighter down, rubbing your eyes. "I can't help it. This stuff just won't stick."
"Well, maybe a little break would help," Kaia suggested, plopping down on the bed. She pulled out her phone and opened TikTok, the app's loud music completely cutting any remaining focus you might have had. 
"Look at this one," she giggled, flipping the screen towards you as you simply looked at your best friend with a blank expression. "Fix your face, I'm trying to help you."
The group chat on Kaia's phone began to blow up with messages. It was your friends Andrei, Malik, and Javi, asking if they could crash the study session. You groaned internally, knowing that once they arrived, studying would take a complete backseat to their usual shenanigans. But you couldn't ignore the twinge of relief you felt at the thought of a distraction. "They want to come over," Kaia announced, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Tell them no," you responded, turning your attention to your phone that lay face down on your desk. You knew your friends' intentions were not to help you study, but you couldn't hide the smile that played at the corners of your mouth.
Kaia only smirked, sending a text into the group chat. "Nah, let's hear them out. Call Andrei."
You rolled your eyes as you turned to face your best friend once again. "Why do I have to call him?" You protested, knowing full well that Kaia had an ulterior motive.
"Because..." Kaia hummed, her eyes glinting with mischief, "You know he'll answer for you." She nudged you playfully. "Let's be real, dude’s in love with you. He'll pick up on the first ring."
You playfully slapped Kaia's leg. "Shut up, Kaia," you said, your cheeks suddenly hot with embarrassment. 
Kaia simply rolled her eyes muttering, "Girl, just call him." With a dramatic sigh, you picked up your phone and dialed Andrei's number. Sure enough, he picked up on the first ring.
"Yo, what's good?" Andrei's voice boomed through the phone speaker, sounding way too cheerful for someone who should be studying for midterms.
You couldn't help but laugh. "We're trying to study for our Physics exam," you said, glancing at Kaia who was now lying on her front atop the bed. "What are you doing?"
Andrei's voice was filled with feigned innocence. "Just chilling, missing my favorite girls. Why are you guys still at it this late?"
You shot a look at Kaia, who was grinning ear to ear. "Well, some of us actually have to work for our grades," you quipped, "Not all of us can be student-athletes."
Andrei's sarcastic laugh echoed through the phone. "Ouch, that's low, bruh," he said, but the good-natured teasing was a familiar dance between the two of you.
Malik's voice interrupted, his deep chuckle audible in the background. "Why don't you just let us come over and bring some good vibes to this sad-ass study party?"
You rolled your eyes. "First of all, it’s not a party. Second, y'all are everything but good vibes. Why do you wanna come over so bad?" you challenged, a hint of curiosity in your voice despite your protests.
Malik's voice grew loud and dramatic. "I'm dying over here, bro. Andrei got no snacks, Javi got no weed, and I'm just here, starving and sober. We just need a little love from our favorite pre-med."
You couldn't help but laugh. "Who said I have snacks or weed?" you shot back. "Javi and Andrei are athletes who shouldn't be smoking anyway. Plus, I need my study space."
But the boys were persistent. Andrei's voice grew more persuasive. "Come on, dude. We're bored over here. You always have food."
You sighed, glancing at the well-stocked snack shelf. "Fine," you relented, "But only if you bring over something to replace what you're going to eat. And y'all can share one blunt, okay?"
The line went silent for a moment as the boys deliberated the terms before Andrei's voice broke through, "Deal, we're on our way." The call ended, and the room filled with the sound of Kaia's laughter. "You know you love the attention," she teased.
You couldn't argue, you did enjoy their company. The stress of your MCAT and midterms had been suffocating you, and a night of distraction sounded heavenly. You leaned back in your chair and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. "Fine, but we're going back to studying after this," you warned.
Kaia just winked. "We'll see."
Nearly 30 minutes later, just as the girls began to wonder where the boys were, the door to the dorm burst open, and in came Andrei, Malik, and Javi, a whirlwind of testosterone and laughter. They barged in, tossing their jackets and shoes onto the floor, and immediately made a beeline for the snacks. You sighed, watching them dig through your stash without as much as a greeting or acknowledgment of either one of you.
"Looks like they're not going anywhere for a while," Kaia murmured, her eyes on the chaos unfolding in front of you.
You couldn't help but laugh. "I guess not," you said, shaking your head as Malik pulled out a bag of chips. You leaned back in your chair, watching as your friends raided your snacks like a pack of hungry wolves. They had barely taken a breath before Andrei looked up at you with his round brown eyes, holding out a takeout box of fortune cookies from the Chinese restaurant across the street. "Thought you could use this," he said, his voice hopeful.
Your stomach rumbled in response, and you took the box gratefully, setting it on your desk. "Thanks," you murmured, popping open the lid to reveal a handful of the cookies. The scent of various snacks and the sound of popped soda tags filled the room. Suddenly the thought of studying was less appealing than it had been a few minutes ago.
Kaia sat up, your eyes lighting up. "You guys are the best," she said, snatching a bag of M&Ms from Malik’s Walmart bag. "But seriously, girl, take a break. You're gonna burn out."
You knew Kaia was right. You had been pushing yourself to the brink for weeks now, and maybe a little break was exactly what you needed. "Okay," you said with a sigh, "But just for a little bit. We still have that exam tomorrow."
The boys nodded, though their eyes remained glued to the TV that had been turned on without your permission. "Don't worry, we got you," Malik said, plopping down on the floor with his bag of chips.
"If you get crumbs on my carpet, Malik, I swear to god I'll end up on the news for your death," you warned, but the smirk on your face betrayed your true feelings. You couldn't stay mad at them for long. They were your chosen family here at Princeton, the ones who knew you inside out, who had seen you at your best and your worst, and who had your back through every exam and heartache.
As the group settled in, the TV's volume grew louder, and the energy in the room shifted from one of studious tension to easy conversation. You found yourself leaning back into your bed, a mouthful of sushi balanced on a chopstick, listening to Malik's latest conspiracy rant with a mix of amusement and admiration. Despite your initial protests, the break was just what you needed. Andrei sat beside you on the bed, his knee brushing against yours as he scrolled through his phone, occasionally chiming in with a joke that made you laugh. The warmth from his leg was oddly comforting, and you found yourself not minding his presence as much as you'd feigned earlier.
The conversation grew livelier as they discussed their upcoming Halloween plans. You had been contemplating skipping the festivities to focus on MCAT prep, but the enthusiasm of your friends was contagious. "Come on, dude," Kaia pleaded, her voice mirroring the exaggerated pout on her face, "It's our last fall together, you can't just study the whole semester." You sighed, you knew Kaia was right considering Javi was a year ahead of the rest of you and would be off to grad school this time next year.
You rolled your eyes, the corner of your mouth twitching. "Fine," you conceded, "But I'm not going all out with costumes or anything."
Malik groaned obnoxiously, gaining a glare from you who reached over to pop him in the head. "Ow," he complained, "Why you gotta be like that? Halloween is the best night of the year."
"Because it's a distraction," you said, your eyes returning to your notes. "I need to focus on the MCAT."
"Dude, you're not going to learn anything if you don't take breaks," Andrei said, his voice gentle but firm. "Besides, it's Halloween. Live a little."
You sighed, knowing he had a point. You looked around at your friends, all of you in various states of relaxation and indulgence, and felt a pang of longing for the days when you could let loose like that. "Okay, okay," you said, holding up your hands in surrender. "But we're not staying out late."
"Pinky promise?" Andrei asked, his grin wide and mischievous.
You rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. "Pinky promise," you said, looping your pinky with his. Pinky promises in your friend group were serious business, obligations that could not be broken without severe repercussions. The warmth of his touch lingered as the two of you broke the promise, and you couldn't help the flutter of excitement in your stomach.
As the night grew darker outside, the group's energy grew more intense. The laughter grew louder, the music got bolder, and the jokes edgier. You found yourself getting lost in the moment, your worries about the MCAT and school momentarily forgotten. They decided on their costumes for the coming night, a group theme of Toy Story characters. Kaia proudly announced she would be a slutty Jessie, urging you to join in as a slutty Barbie from the second movie. Malik muttered that it wouldn't be too difficult under his breath, gaining another smack to the head from both girls this time.
The night of Halloween arrived, and the anticipation was palpable. Your dorm room was a chaotic mess of makeup and costume pieces as the trio of girls got ready. Kaia, ever the fashionista, had gone all out with a red-sequined corset, a cowboy hat, and thigh-high boots for her Jessie costume, while Faith, Javi's girlfriend, had chosen a Mrs. Potato Head look that perfectly complemented Javi's Mr. Potato Head ensemble. You, true to your promise, planned on wearing a blue catsuit with 80s leg warmers. You reluctantly accepted the "stripper heels" Faith brought over from her closet, reminding herself that it was just for one night.
As the three of you applied your makeup, the conversation was a mix of nervous laughter and playful banter about your costumes. "You're gonna break necks in those heels," Faith said, admiring your bare legs underneath the oversized Princeton shirt from freshman orientation. Kaia giggled, "And Andrei's gonna lose his mind when he sees you."
You playfully rolled your eyes, but the mention of Andrei had your heart beating faster. You had always felt a connection with him but never wanted to admit it. You had been friends for so long, that you didn't want to mess with your dynamic. Plus, you had your eyes on going to medical school, and dating was the last thing on your mind. But lately, you had caught yourself staring at his arms when he was brushing his dark hair back. His smile when he attempted to tell a joke. His big brown eyes thinking when he was trying to catch up to a reference.
The door to your dorm burst open, and the boys stumbled in, their laughter filling the room. Andrei was dressed as Buzz Lightyear, his tattoo sleeve on full display in a departure from his typical hoodies and sweatshirts. "Who's surprised that she's not ready yet?" He teased, turning his head dramatically from side to side as your friends kept silent.
You rolled your eyes as you pulled your braids into a high ponytail. "I'm almost done," you called out, your cheeks flushing slightly. You could feel the heat of Andrei's gaze on you, and you wondered if he could sense your nerves. "Give me a second to finish my makeup."
"Fuck that," Malik announced, approaching you with a hint of mischief in his eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him come closer, screaming in shock at his strength when he abruptly picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 
"You're not getting out of this." 
True to his word, he caught the pieces of your costume tossed to him by an amused Kaia, carrying you to your bathroom before setting you down on the floor, and locking the door to leave you to change.
You slipped into the costume, your skin prickling with excitement. You looked yourself over in the mirror. The blue catsuit hugged your curves, the legwarmers adding a nostalgic flair to the look. Your makeup was simple but effective: bold winged eyeliner and a touch of blush on the cheeks, giving you the innocent yet seductive vibe of an 80s workout video instructor. You stepped out of the bathroom to the sound of whistles and applause from your friends. 
"You guys are pigs," you said with a laugh, your cheeks burning as you took in their appreciative looks.
Andrei's gaze lingered on you longer than the others, his eyes traveling over your body in a way that made you feel both self-conscious and desired. "Pick your jaw up off the floor, Iosivas," Kaia whispered harshly, gaining a laugh from you and Faith. 
Andrei's cheeks turned red, and he stumbled over his words, "You just... you look... good."
The two other girls exchanged glances, the air thickening with the unspoken tension between the two. You couldn't help but feel a thrill at his reaction. "Thanks, Andrei," you said, your voice softer than you had intended.
Snapping out of his daze, Andrei reached for one of the shot glasses Javi had filled with a questionable brand of tequila. He handed it to you with a sheepish smile. "No regrets," he said, raising his own glass. You took the shot into your hand as Javi spoke over the music, "Pa'rriba pa'bajo pa'l centro y pa dentro!", the group threw your shots back in a cheer. You held Andrei's gaze as the fiery liquid burned down your throat. The warmth of both the cheap alcohol and his heated eye contact spread through your body, loosening your nerves.
As you all left the dorm and made your way through the crowded streets of Princeton, the cool October air hit you with a chilly breeze. You shivered, but the warmth from the drinks you had been passing around kept you from feeling too cold. The town was alive with the energy of the night, students in various stages of inebriation stumbling from party to party, costumes ranging from the clever to the downright absurd.
The group decided to hit up your first club, the bass pounding from the speakers spilling onto the sidewalk and beckoning you like a siren's call. Kaia, ever the social butterfly, recognized the bouncer with a bounce in her step. Adjusting her corset, she floated over, whispering something in his ear that had him grinning like he'd just won the lottery. With a wink, she turned back to the group and gestured for you to follow her in. You felt a twinge of envy at Kaia's ease with men but brushed it aside as you were ushered into the pulsating heart of the party.
"How the fuck did you get us through that long ass line?" Malik shouted over the music as the group entered the club. The lights strobed wildly, casting kaleidoscopic patterns across your costumes. "I sucked his dick once like a year ago," Kaia responded simply, smiling sweetly at the bouncer as she sailed past. You couldn't help but laugh at your friend's audacity, the sound lost in the boom of the music.
Once inside, the group spread out a bit, each getting drinks and mingling with the sea of costumed partygoers. You found yourself drawn back to Andrei, his Buzz Lightyear costume making him stand out in the sea of prisoners and bananas. As the night went on, the drinks flowed, and the dancing grew more energetic. Andrei's hand found its way to the small of your back, guiding you through the throng of bodies, and you didn't protest. The chemistry between you was palpable, a current that seemed to pulse in time with the bass of the music.
The friends danced inside the club for all of 45 minutes before Malik announced it was dead, and demanded you move to another club. You all agreed, eager for a change of scene and hoping the next place would be livelier. As you stepped into the cool night, the sound of your laughter and the throb of distant music filled the air. You felt a mix of excitement and exhaustion, but the alcohol made it easier to ignore the latter. Andrei wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer as you navigated the crowded street. His touch sent shivers down your spine, and you leaned into him, feeling his strong presence against you.
The second club was a different world. The line was around the block, and the bass was so intense it made the sidewalk vibrate. You all groaned in your tipsy impatience, settling in a small circle at the back of the line behind the group in front of them.
"I can feel my common sense coming back to me," Javi complained, shooting a glare at Malik who demanded you leave the first club in the first place. "Why did we leave the last place?"
Malik shrugged, his eyes glazed over. "Because I said it was dead," he shouted back, his words losing their earlier slur.
"Luckily for you," Faith began with a smirk, "I stole this from your fridge." She lurched forward and pulled out a small, unopened bottle of Pink Whitney from her purse, a pale pink concoction that smelled faintly of sweet tea and vodka. "You're a lifesaver," Kaia said, snatching it from her hand. The others cheered as Faith playfully princess waved with a wide smile.
A twinge of annoyance flashed across your face as you watched your friends pass around your stolen Pink Whitney. "You guys are the worst," you called out over the thumping bass that echoed down the street, though the amusement in your voice was clear. "Stealing my shit like I didn't pay for it with my hard-earned work-study money."
Andrei leaned in close to whisper in your ear, a muscular arm resting on your shoulder to pull your body closer to his. His body heat sent a shiver down your spine. "But we're worth it, right?" He winked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
You couldn't help but laugh shyly, nodding in agreement as you grabbed the bottle from Kaia for a quick swing. The sweetness of the drink mixed with the faint hint of vodka coated your tongue, the alcohol burning a pleasant path down your throat. The music grew louder as you approached the entrance, and you felt the vibrations through the soles of your heels.
When you finally made it inside, the club was packed. The air was hot and sticky with sweat and perfume, the lights strobing in a dizzying array of colors that painted the Princeton students in a sea of blue. Andrei didn't stray far from your side as you pushed your way through the crowd, his hand a comforting anchor amidst the chaos. You found a small space large enough for the six of you, the music so loud that conversation was almost impossible.
The beat dropped and the crowd went wild. Andrei leaned down, his mouth close to your ear. "You wanna dance?" He shouted, his breath warm against your neck. You nodded, a thrill racing through you as his hand slid around your waist, pulling you into the rhythm of the music. You moved together, your bodies syncing in a way that felt more intimate than any dance you'd shared before. His hands roamed over your hips, the fabric of his costume sticking to your skin as you danced. You felt a heat building in your chest, a warmth that had nothing to do with the packed room or the cheap booze.
As the night went on, the lines between friendship and desire grew blurrier. Andrei's touches grew bolder, and you found yourself turning around to face him, your bodies pressed together as you danced. His hands slid down your back, resting on the curve of your ass, and you leaned into his touch, your heart racing. The music washed over you, the bass vibrating in your chests as your eyes locked. The chemistry was undeniable, a dance of push and pull that neither could ignore.
Kaia and Malik were already lost in their own worlds, dancing wildly with strangers, leaving you, Andrei, Javi, and Faith in your little bubbles. The air was electric with unspoken tension as Andrei leaned down to whisper innocent conversation in your ear, his breath hot against your neck as his words contrasted the tension building between your bodies. You couldn't help but close your eyes, savoring the moment. Javi and Faith were too busy making out against the wall to pay you any mind.
Suddenly, the music switched to a slow jam, and Andrei took the opportunity to pull you closer. His hands slid down to finally cup your ass, and you gasped softly. The alcohol had loosened your inhibitions, but you were still surprised by his boldness. Looking into his eyes, you saw a mix of excitement and nerves, mirroring your own feelings. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "I've wanted to do this all night," he murmured, and before you could respond, he captured your mouth in a kiss that was anything but innocent.
The kiss was deep and hungry, leaving your knees weak. Your hands found his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart as you melted into him. The crowd around you faded away, and it was just the two of you, lost in the moment. Andrei's hands roamed up your body, pulling you closer, his tongue teasing yours as you danced in a grind that was more intimate than any tango. You felt his erection pressing into you, and you couldn't help but grind back, your body responding to his touch.
The music shifted again, this time to a fast-paced rap song, snapping you out of your trance. You broke apart, both panting slightly and shared a knowing smile. The group gathered around you, Javi and Faith looking surprised at your sudden closeness. "Girl, what the fuck? When did this happen?" Faith yelled over the music, her voice playfully accusatory. You hid your face in your hands, your cheeks burning, while Andrei chuckled and gave a nonchalant shrug.
Malik, seemingly unfazed by his best friend's bold move, shouted over the music, "Y'all need to get a fucking room!" His words were met with a round of laughter and cheers from the group, effectively diffusing the tension. You danced together, the night's excitement fueling your moves. The club's strobe lights painted your sweaty bodies in a chaotic dance of color as you lost yourselves in the music and the moment.
"We're gonna go grab more shots," you announced to the group, reaching for Andrei's hand as you dragged him away to the bar. The thrill of the kiss still lingered between you. The bar was packed, but Andrei's height allowed him to navigate the crowd with ease. He moved to stand behind you, his hands on your hips, his body pressing into your backside as you waited for the bartender's attention. You leaned back into him, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the coldness of the bar top.
The bartender finally looked up, a coy smile playing on your lips as she took your order. Andrei leaned down to press light kisses to the side of your neck, a hand moving your ponytail to rest on your shoulder as the other squeezed at your waist. "You know I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time," he murmured, his breath hot and sweet with the scent of alcohol. Your heart skipped a beat, his admission sending a jolt of excitement through your body. You turned in his arms to look at him, your eyes searching his, and you felt your resolve to keep things platonic crumbling like a sandcastle against the tide of his desire.
"I know!" You giggled as your hands snaked from his chest to wrap around his neck. "I didn't think you'd ever do something about it though."
Andrei laughed with a roll of his eyes. "If you knew, why didn't you just tell me?" He leaned in closer, his mouth a whisper away from yours. With your sky-high heels, you were nearly eye level with the 6'4" athlete, though he still managed to hold a bit of height over you.
"I'm not chasing after a man, Andrei," you said, a smirk playing on your lips as you leaned against the sticky bar. "But if you want to keep kissing me like that, who am I to stop you?" The bartender slammed down two shots of tequila in front of you, snapping you out of your heated conversation. You both downed the shots, the burn of the alcohol mixing with the desire simmering in your chests.
Andrei leaned in, his voice low and gruff with need. "I don't just want to kiss you." His hand slid up your thigh, reaching and finding the fat of your ass. You gasped, your eyes wide with surprise and lust. "Andrei," you scolded him, though your body was already begging for more.
"Later," he promised, pressing a kiss to your parted lips. "I'll take you out on a proper date. Just the two of us."
Your friends were scattered across the dance floor, lost in their own drunken revelry. Andrei's hand remained firmly on your ass, his thumb making small circles that had your core pulsing in time with the music. The tension between you was like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment.
"We should get back to the others," you murmured, though your body was screaming for more of Andrei's touch. Reluctantly, you broke apart and returned to the dance floor, weaving through the throngs of costumed bodies to rejoin Kaia and Malik. Javi and Faith were nowhere to be seen, likely having disappeared into one of the darkened corners for a more intimate rendezvous.
Malik's eyes were glazed over, his body swaying slightly as he attempted to keep up with the beat. Kaia was laughing, a drink in hand, watching him with a mix of amusement and concern.
"I think we should get him home before he passes out," Kaia shouted over the music, her hand on Malik's shoulder to steady him.
You nodded, your eyes flicking to Andrei. "I'll go tell Javi and Faith." You pushed through the crowd, finding the couple in a dimly lit corner, wrapped in a passionate embrace. Tapping them on the shoulder, you yelled over the music, "Guys, we're heading back to the dorm!"
Javi looked over, his eyes glazed with lust, and nodded. Faith, slightly more coherent, protested, "But we just got here!"
"Babygirl," you laughed, reaching for Faith's hand to drag her back to the group, her boyfriend following like a man possessed. "It's 1 in the morning, we've been here since 10."
Faith pouted but allowed herself to be led away from the darkened corner. "Fine, but you guys are boring," she whined, stumbling slightly in her high heels.
"We're not boring," Andrei shot back, a grin spreading across his face as he took your hand. "We're just responsible."
You couldn't hide the smile that tugged at your lips. The group stumbled out of the club, the cool October air a welcome relief from the stifling heat inside. You laughed and talked over each other as you made your way back to the dorm, the sidewalks still packed with costumed partygoers.
"My feet hurt," Faith complained, and without missing a beat, Javi swooped her into his arms, her giggles piercing the night air. Kaia and Malik stumbled alongside you, their laughter infectious. Andrei held onto your hand tightly, leading you through the maze of costumed students.
The walk to the dorm was a blur of laughter and teasing, with Andrei occasionally stopping to steal a kiss. You felt alive in a way you hadn't in weeks. The stress of your MCATs and exams seemed to evaporate under the influence of the alcohol and Andrei's touch. When you reached the dorm, Malik declared that he was taking the first shower, much to the protest of the others and the confusion on your face.
"Malik, you don't have clothes here!" You called out, trying to hide the amusement in your voice as you fumbled with your keys.
"That's what you think," Malik shot back, a knowing grin playing on his lips as he pushed open the door to your dorm. The room was a mess of discarded shot glasses and open makeup products. "I got clothes stashed everywhere," he said, winking at you before stumbling off to a corner of the room. Opening a drawer you never used, he produced a pile of neatly folded sweats. "Ta-da!"
Kaia and Andrei couldn't help but laugh at your stunned expression. "What did you expect?" Kaia teased, leaning against the wall. "You're the mom of the group, we all have clothes stashed around here."
Malik disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the shower echoing through the room. You shook your head, a smile playing on your lips, and turned to Andrei. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised," you said, your voice low enough that only he could hear. "You're all a bunch of freeloaders."
Andrei chuckled, his gaze dropping to your cleavage. "Only because you make it so easy to want to stay." He leaned in closer, his hand resting on the small of your back, and whispered, "I've had clothes here since freshman year."
You rolled your eyes playfully and turned to Kaia. "You too?"
"What, you didn't know?" Kaia smirked, holding up a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. "I practically live here when I don't feel like walking back to my own dorm."
You couldn't help but laugh, "You live down the hall, stupid." You playfully shoved Kaia, who stumbled into Andrei's arms, almost knocking him over. You all shared a laugh, the alcohol and exhaustion making you sloppier than usual.
"Alright, the shower's free," Malik announced, emerging from the bathroom with a trail of steam following him. You nodded towards Kaia, who disappeared into the bathroom next. Andrei took the opportunity to pull you closer, his hands running up and down your arms.
"So, about that date," he began, his voice thick with want. "I'm serious."
Your heart skipped a beat, the thrill of his words sending a shiver down your spine. You looked up at him, your eyes searching his. "Yeah?" you replied, trying to play it cool despite the heat building in your core.
Andrei nodded, his expression earnest. "Yeah, I want to take you out. Just the two of us. No studying, no group hangs. Just us."
Your stomach flipped at his words. The idea of a date with Andrei was both thrilling and terrifying. "Okay," you whispered, your eyes dropping to his lips. Before you could say anything else, Kaia stumbled out of the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a shower cap, looking for her stashed clothes.
"Alright, I'm gonna crash," Malik said, already halfway to the floor. He laid down, using his jacket as a makeshift pillow, and was out cold in seconds. It was then that both you and Andrei realized that Javi and Faith were dead asleep, tangled up together at the foot of the bed.
Andrei looked down at you, his eyes dark with want. "I guess it's just us now," he murmured, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch, the heat from his palm seeping into your skin.
Kaia emerged from the bathroom, now dressed in a pair of your oversized sweatpants and a hoodie. "Looks like love is in the air," she sang, waving her phone around as she snapped photos of the two of you. "It's about damn time." She muttered under her breath as she approached her friends for closer pictures.
"Knock it off," you said, trying to hide your hot cheeks as you gently pushed Kaia's phone away. But the playfulness in your voice betrayed you. Andrei took it as his cue to lean down and kiss you again, this time slower and more deliberate. You felt a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the alcohol.
Breaking the kiss, you whispered, "We should probably shower before we end up like them." You nodded towards the bed where Faith was now snoring lightly.
Andrei chuckled, his brown eyes flickering with interest. "With me?"
You rolled your eyes with a laugh. "No, not with you. But you can use the shower after me."
You slipped away from him and into the bathroom, the sound of the shower turning on echoing through the quiet space. Andrei watched your retreating form before collapsing onto the bed next to the sleeping Javi and Faith, his hand reaching for the TV remote. He flicked through the channels, trying to find something to distract himself from the anticipation of finally having you all to himself.
When you emerged from the steamy bathroom, you found Andrei lying on the bed, observing a baseball game with a bored expression. You couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that your moment of passion had been interrupted by the realization that your friends had basically crashed at your place. But you pushed the feeling aside and whispered to Andrei that he could take the bathroom.
You slipped into a pair of oversized pajamas you had set aside for yourself. The warmth of the fabric was a comforting embrace after the chilly evening out. You looked up to find Andrei leaving the bathroom, a towel slung low on his waist, his bare chest glistening from the shower. Your eyes met and held for a beat too long before you turned away to grab a water bottle from your fridge, giving him some privacy to change into the clothes that he had apparently hidden in your room. The air was thick with unspoken tension as you both tried to ignore the electricity arcing between you.
Kaia and Malik were sprawled out on the floor, snoring in unison. Faith had managed to flip around, her body now perpendicular to Javi's. The sight was comical and heartwarming all at once.
Andrei, now dressed in a pair of sweatpants with the waistband of his briefs peeking out from underneath, sat down on the edge of the bed. His hand brushed against your skin as he reached for the water bottle you had set down. You couldn't help but feel the spark that shot through your body.
You turned to face him, the weight of the moment heavy between you. Andrei's eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of doubt or hesitation. Finding none, he leaned in closer, his hand reaching out to cradle the side of your face. "So pretty," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
The group remained asleep around you, the only sound the occasional snore and the distant bass from the party still raging outside. Your heart pounded in your chest as Andrei's thumb traced the line of your jaw.
"Let's get some sleep," Andrei said, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet room. "We can talk more in the morning." He stood up and gestured for you to take the bed. "You can take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor."
You shyly spoke up to protest. "We've literally cuddled a million times before, Andrei. We can share the bed." You slid into the middle, leaving a space for him. He hesitated before joining you, his eyes never leaving yours. You lay side by side, the mattress dipping slightly under your combined weight. The silence grew heavier as your friends' snores grew louder. Your head found Andrei's chest as his arms wrapped around you.
The warmth of his embrace was a comfort you hadn't realized you'd been craving. Your hand rested on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart. The TV played a late-night sitcom, the laugh track serving as a strange lullaby for your crowded dorm room. Your mind raced urged to race with thoughts of the impending MCAT and the unspoken promise of a date. But as you felt Andrei's chest rise and fall with his even breaths, you couldn't help but let your exhaustion win.
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aria-recs-17-fics · 2 months ago
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~ YOON JEONGHAN fic recommendations~
Part 3
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Hate is a strong word by @veethefreeelf
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apartment 222 by @number1mingyustan
I Hate U, I Love You by @wonusite
reverse uno by @twogyuu
drunk in love by @hanniesluvr
It's Nice To Have A Friend by @sluttywoozi
Do you Remember the Time? by @wonustars
NO ONE ELSE by @tangylemonade
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jealousmartini · 3 months ago
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Hii, one day I came across ur acc, and I loved it! Even the aura I scripted for my kpop drs, is the same as yours but with some different things lol Today while still deciding some things to add to my aura, I realize that I REALLY wanna create some drama. Like me and an idol having beef, or me defending myself bc a female iodl wants to beat me up idk but I feel like i'm the only one lmao. I see everyone wanna be friends with their idols and their s/o but I wanna be an idol specially to know all the drama going behind the cameras, the HOT tea. Like did 2 male idols ever beat the sh#t out of each other back of the MAMA building during awards shows? Or how do idols ever go to parties with out being caught? And if so, do idols who are minors go to parties?? Bc I'm a minor rn, and I'm going to shift with my age, and I LOVE parties 🤩 but I'm not gonna script things like "all idols can go out freely" bc I wanna see the raw thing, how idols actually live.
Actually I just came here to ask u if u have any drama with another idols in ur dr, or if u plan to script anyone. And if so who and why? 🧐 But I ended speaking too much lmao. Anyways, love ur account 🫶🏾🫶🏾
OH MY GOSH ITS YOU! I REMEMBER WHEN I FIRST SAW YOU LIKE ONE OF MY POSTS BUT YOUR PFP THREW ME OFF CUS I THOUGHT IT WAS ME LMAO😭😭😭
ANYWAY HEY SWEETHEART IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE MY BLOG❤️❤️ AND OHH MYY GODD I LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCH I HAVE SO MUCH I WANT TO SAY SO ILL BULLETPOINT THEM
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DRAMA, CONTROVERSIES, AND SCANDALS.
DATING RUMOURS
First I'll start off by saying Taehyung and Jennie were 100% dating back in 2017-2019 and those pictures taken of them were definitely real.
And speaking of BTS members dating other idols, the biggest controversial dating rumour circulating BTS is if Jungkook and Chae Kyung are secretly dating because of the amount of references we've have made about each other and the candid pictures taken of us hanging out
Other than him, I do have like 5-6 dating rumours with other idols too but "KyuKook" or "Rookie" is the most popular ship surrounding me in my reality.
Also I kind of have a thing for controversial ships can't lie. I am a freak for older men (AS LONG AS ITS ONLY THE MEN I LIKE LMAOO😭😭) so I do not care if fans ship me with yoongi or jin or whatever cus I may or may not have scripted it but that's none of your business.
BEEF RUMOURS
Now see me personally I don't have any real beef with any idols but more with anonymous haters. There are countless meme clips of me responding to haters cussing them out and fact checking them it's actually hilarious how I am 85% of the reason why O.M.G is called the messiest group.
Yeah no beef rumours for me
IDOLS GO PARTYING
No one actually understands how much I love this topic because in this reality, I am not big on parties but I wish I liked them so ive scripted in my kpop dr that I enjoy parties (I also scripted I'm a bit of a lightweight just to be dramatic) and I have always wondered how idols got away with sneaking out to parties some of the time unnoticed.
Of course not always because of those candid pictures of idols walking together and dancing in a club but the idea of it is so exciting to me plus I don't really gaf if a fan sees me and I get hate for it lmao. I'm out here dancing and being shipped with YOUR "oppa", and YOU'RE🫵🏾 not!
If anything, I am looking forward to those candid pictures cus I love the attention so nah I'm not scripting "idols can go partying freely" I LIVE FOR THE DRAMA. GIVE ME THAT ADRENALINE RUSH🗣🗣‼️
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fallstaticexit · 2 months ago
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Who knew that when I stumbled across a sims tt on my fyp of three siblings and there friends playing dress up and making fantasy stories together would end in me having such a love for the brairs and an even bigger who knew it would lead to me rooting for NANCY LANGRABB 😂 your story telling is amazing and I am so happy I’ve been able to continue to follow this family’s legacy and missing moment is really just such a treat, and OMG the art of being seen ??? Crying, sobbing, throwing up I love it so much I feel like I’m going to die of the angst but yet whenever I read a new post It makes me feel this serene calm like even when it’s angst it still has this calm effect the imagery and emotion is so palpable I love it 🧡🧡
Thank you for making this story and thank you for sharing your sims with us 😊🧡
(Sorry not an ask I just wanna express the love I have for your writing)
Omg wahhh 🥹🥹🥹💜💜💜 thank you so much for this. And don’t you know I appreciate 🫵🏾 a great deal for hanging in there with me and my silly little sims. Thank you!!!
When you talk about a fulfilling hobby this is it. It really gives me life and I’m happy as always to share my world with everyone. ✨✨
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iocaisaint · 5 months ago
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Azriel BC
Decided to come back to this (only doing the second half for my sanity)
"He aimed for the training pit, giving in to the need to work off the temptation, the rage and frustration and writhing need.
He found it already occupied. His shadows had not warned him.
It was too late to bank without appearing like he was running"
Why is this man rizzless, maybe he'd be less bitchless (gender neutral) if he interacted with people outside of the incestuous ass friend group! Also love the shadows being sentient and just doing whatever they feel like.
His shadows peered over his wings at her
The young priestess smiled--and Azriel thought it might have been directed at his curious shadows. But she just hooked her coppery-brown hair behind an arched ear."
Az's shadows doing the heavy lifting is... Azriel my brother in Christ maybe it's time to resort to poetry.
Also I'm gonna bet exactly 2 cents that smile was directed at Az (and I say this with love because he's just...yeah) because there's no reason to have it questioned?
"Her head ducked, as if remembering it too. That he'd been the one who'd found her that day at Sangravah. "Happy Solstice," she said, as much a dismissal as it was a holiday blessing.
He snorted. "Are you kicking me out?"
Az is so....sir you wanted to be alone 5 paragraphs ago? You were genuinely bemoaning the fact that you couldn't run, the power of the mere presence of Gwyneth Bedara I guess.
"Gwyn's teal eyes flashed with alarm. "No! I mean, I don't mind sharing the ring. I just...I know you like to be alone." Her mouth quirked to the side, crinkling the freckles on her nose. "Is that why you came up here?"
Sort of. "I forgot something," he reminded her.
The amount of times in which Gwyn gives Az an out to leave in this conversation alone....take it!
Fine,"he said, and realized a heartbeat later that it wasn’t a socially acceptable answer. "It was nice."
Not much better. So he asked, "Did you and the priestesses have a celebration?"
LOSERRRRR (affectionate)
They call you shadowsinger. Is it because you sing?"
“I am a shadowsinger--it's not a title that someone just made.”
She shrugged again, irreverently. Az narrowed his eyes, studying her. "Do you, though?" she pressed. "Sing?
This genuinely got a chuckle out of me, gonna touch on this later.
"Azriel entered the warmth of the stairwell, and as he descended, he could have sworn a faint, beautiful singing followed him. Could have sworn his shadows sang in answer"
I wonder if Azriel's shadows hold a conference about being attached to an idiot. You are a spy master, where are those skills of deduction???
"Then he flew to the House of Wind, knowing that if he slept in the riverside manor, he'd do something he regretted....He aimed for the training pit, giving in to the need to work off the temptation, the rage and frustration and writhing need"
VS
"Azriel dipped his head in a sketch of a bow, something restless settling in him. Even his shadows had calmed. As if content to lounge on his shoulders and watch"
Lowkey hate the "she's his peace" trope but I'm also not gonna ignore the writing on the wall.
"Something sparked in Azriel's chest, but he only nodded his thanks and left. He could picture it, though, as he ascended the stairs back to the House proper. How Gwyn's teal eyes might light upon seeing the necklace. For whatever reason... he could see it.
But Azriel tucked away the thought, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly."
Wouldn't consider Gwyn a friend (fair) but the thought of her reaction to the necklace brings a smile your face which you have to consciously erase AND you have to bury that image you 🫵🏾 conjured up deep down 🧐
Not going to touch the most notable comparison "secret thing of lovely beauty" because it does not move me and when necklacegate happens I hope Gwyn throws that fuckass necklace into the Sidra a la Cassian and Nesta jumps Az for 3 chapters straight.
Also Gwyn light singer theories do not move me, I'd actually just end up loving her more 🤷🏾‍♀️
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shinsouscatpisssmell · 2 years ago
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Betrayed
Paring: any!Character x fem!reader
Warnings: character isn’t mentioned🫶🏾 I leave it up to you , reader is implied to be chubby, reader is a smoker, reader and character have child
Summary: On the night of a dinner party with a few close friends. Reader witnesses their husband expressing emotions towards an ex that they never got over. Reader decides to confront their husband about what they saw.
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“You love them still, don’t you?” Standing in the middle of a doorway after putting your child to sleep and watching your husband loosen his tie in the vanity mirror.
“Huh?, are you drunk or something?” He side eyes you not tearing his eyes away from his reflection.
You let out a hearty sigh going to dig the your side table for your carton of cigarettes and lighter, “ I thought you quit?” He asks resulting in you rolling your eyes.
“Well I think a lot of things doesn’t mean it’s true.” You slid your feet into some slippers,”I just want to be alone,right now. Write it off as I’m drunk or something,I don’t care.” You go for your jacket until your wrist is grabbed forcing you to stay in place.
“What is wrong with you? Are you not going to talk to me?” His voice raises making yours return the same way.
“You’re not being honest! That’s what’s pissing me off,” your mouth started talking faster than your brain could think,” I saw the way you looked at them. You haven’t looked that way at me since we were married.”
It earns a scoff from him before he releases his hold on you, “ you’re being such a child, all this because your jealous of some ex? We have a child, I married you! I chose you! So your accusations are just pointless bullshit!”
Blood beginning to boil, “ I don’t want to be ‘chose’ like I am some second rate prize at a fair. I want to be loved. I want to feel loved. I want to be able to come home from work with our child and not given some half assed husband acting bullshit,” you throw your hands up in the air in frustration, “ you can’t even look me in the eye and tell me. You don’t have feelings for them can you?”
“I don’t love them.” He exclaimed voice turning softer.
“Then look me in the eye and say it.” His body unmoving making you sigh as you snatch your jacket off its hook, “that’s what I thought.”
“Wait, y/n. Let just talk about this.” He tries to reason but it makes you laugh cruelly.
“There is no talking when you have feelings for someone else. A person that I can never be for
You.”
“Then what about us? What’s going to happen.” He asks your gaze on his figure softens.
“You betrayed my trust. Most importantly my love for you by having feelings for another person. Do you know how much I want scream out you? I want to cry and lash out but I can’t because My child is sleeping in the other room so no. I don’t know what will happen and i don’t want to think about it. I just want to go outside and smoke its the only thing that is going to comfort me right now.”
“Are you going to come back and sleep?” He asks. He had gone to sit on the bed in defeat while hands swipe down his face pulling it slightly.
“I wouldn’t wait up. I’ll just sleep in matty’s room.” You slid your arms through the sleeves.
“I love you.” He says to you as your turning to walk out making you look over your shoulder.
“Night.” You close the bedroom door making your way outside twitch your hands stuffed in your pockets.
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An//I tried my hand in gn! Reader 🤨🫵 was it good ? 👩🏾‍🦯 it was also my very first ambiguous character oneshot
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itsyagurlchip · 8 months ago
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can I get a goofy reader insert w/ gregory as the older sibling
٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰Radically Chaotic!٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆.˚✰
✰⋆⁺warning: Gregory(!) crack(!) a lil older sibling angst(!)
✰⋆⁺ i know who you are *insert gay dog*naw but fr- I apologize that it took so long for this to come out :(( and ur not online as much, BUT I LOVE U SM ❤️🫵🏾I know it was supposed to be goofy- but i had to get some tears in(I knew it was u bc ur the only one who uses goofy like that @thealphagirl)
✰⋆⁺ You are a 14 year old older sibling. Life just couldn't get harder for you!!!-? Wait- WHY DOES HIS TRACKER SAY THE PIZZA PLEX?
"DUDE! WHY THE HELL DID YOU THINK IT WAS OK TO BE HERE???" I harshly whispered, my breath heaving in the tight hiding spot we were in.
"I DONT KNOW!? I JUST WANTED TO SEE SOME COOL STUFF" Gregory responded, trying to use that damn Journey Kidz ass watch. I don't even know where that came from, Mom hasn't bought anything like that in months.
"AH YES, BECAUSE THE COOLEST THING IN THE WORLD IS GETTING CHASED BY A GROWN AS WOMAN WHO LOOKS LIKE SHE NEEDS 3 YEARS OF SLEEP!" I sarcastically retorted as my voice raised a pitch. We were so in trouble, it's bad enough that I got my tablet away. Now the door is up for grabs.
"THAT 'WOMAN' WILL GET US IF YOU DONT SHUT UP"
"MAKE ME, YOU LIL-" His hand slapped against my mouth just as aggressive stomping flooded both of our ears. My heart dropped to my ass. Forget the door! I won't even have a bedroom to myself if we go to jail!
This is a big ass place, no telling how much it costs. Trespassing gets sued for, and knowing Gregory, he probably broke some expensive-!
oh no...
"Gregory?..." I slowly turned to him, "How much have you broken?"
I'm pretty sure I could hear that loudass daycare music (despite us being closer to the front) from how quiet it became.
*sigh* "We need to get out of here so no one can recognize our faces- I am NOT gonna do community service for your dumbass decisions." I hissed out as I slightly gripped my hair. I had to take another long exhale at the absurdity of the situation, my eyes couldn't even stay open as I did so. The buffoonery, the stress, the-
I hear sniffling from my right and I quickly spun around just in time to see my little brother put on a tough face, not before he angrily wiped away some tears with the bittest of snot from his nose.
I sigh once more, with my eyes tearing up as well. I pull him close into a hug, his head leaning close to my chest. I wonder if he can hear how hard my hard is beating...
"Look buddy... Sorry if I sounded so harsh- or if I worded something wrong". A tear fell from my eye. "I just wish you had told me where you were- or, or...I just wanted you to be okay. I'm older than you, I have to protect you." I looked into Gregory's eyes as I wiped some of the tear tracks away.
"Not only that, and I had to admit it but- you're my number one best friend. I don't want to know what it's like to lose you." My voice cracked a I continued on. I held Gg tight, hoping that we weren't crying too loud.
...
Well that was a shit show! You know, crying isn't as bad as it seems to be. Because I would rather be ANYWHERE ELSE than here right now!
You know, at home, in a nice warmish bed. A non hostile environment. No Self aware machines. Especially ones that chase you, AROUND A FUCKING MALL!!
Me and Gregory were booking it- A raccoon-looking animatronic was chasing us.
'What she needed to chase was a color scheme' I thought to myself. 'And maybe a whole new maw- that shit looks like those furry masks on yt shorts.
Turns out, the only robot that wasn't trying to maul our faces off is good ole Freddicson Fazbearington. But, as if the universe is our 3rd grade enemy, Freddy runs like a goddamn iphone battery.
I could only hope that we made it our here, no fees, no community service, or even trouble on our hands. I couldn't even hop for that- the damn things were trying to kill us!
If wishing wasnt doing anything, me and my little brother will. We'll make it home safe, no scratches, no suspicion. Nothing will be damaged, no one will be harmed.
But the security was breached, leaving a radically chaotic fire in its wake by the start of the morning.
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ohimsummer · 4 months ago
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OOOOOOO, HOW ABOUT ANGEL AND DEMON AU W STSG X YOU
angel and demon AU: who is an angel? who is a demon? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!
angel! me + satoru anddd demon! suguru!!! teehee 🫣
I like the idea that suguru is a fallen angel turned demon sooo this is sort of kfc breakup coded😭 where he ends up abandoning me and satoru :< his ideals do not align with a typical angel’s (lost faith in mankind)(yes this is based off the movie Legion)
me and satoru are ofc in absolute shambles…we do like to keep an eye on suguru (even when we know he knows we are stalking him </3 ) it’s not like suguru fell out of love or anything but he basically. like does not want to also make us fallen angels or whatever so he tries to leave us alone (started off strong but now he sucks at it he couldn’t help himself 🫵🏾) sooo this is lovers > enemies > back to friends/lovers where me n satoru r basically sneaking around just to see suguru because ofc we have way more to lose going to meet him than he does meeting us (IS THIS MAKING SENSE??)
idk if this counts as a headcanon but in an ALTERNATIVE alternative universe, suguru does make me n satoru fall as angels </3 despite his original intentions to not want that for us, he is still indeed selfish and very good at his job of leading others into sin (?) so eventually that happens and yk that sucks (and there was also an angsty blow up but I digress) but he’s really more concerned (? relieved? excited?) that we get to be around him all the time now :333
au selfship asks!! :33
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moonstruckme · 5 months ago
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It’s funny reading fanfiction (especially x readers) because I see a nickname and it interjects in my every day vocabulary. I’m going around calling my friend lovie now. This is your fault 🫵🏾 (said with love)
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No that’s so real! I’m not a frequent pet name user irl but the other day I called my friend “babe” and she was like “🤨 who do u think u r”
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prettyboykatsuki · 5 months ago
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okay so i've been following your acc for years now and i've always wanted to say this but i truly don't know how to articulate it (and im also shy and you're cool as fuck) but i find so many aspects of yourself that you share w us are found in my own personality. besides the visceral need for anime characters, there's the youngest-sibling-with-large-age-gaps-with-older-siblings energy, the literal theses that could be written on love (love felt for family, friends, strangers, etc.), and just the way at the end of the day i feel like i had a conversation w you when i scroll through your acc bc omg ari you're so right and real for that. there are so many more things that i've picked up on in the past few years but i really love you, hope you feel better, and i think the fact that what pushed me to finally message you is that i just saw your post about mebuki 1 is so fitting (i have also been unimaginably terrorized in the pussy by this hent for the past few weeks) <3
this made me strangely emotional dsjkdsfk.
first of all wow u have been here a long time sdkjdjk to know these minor details about me and pick them up means u really keep up w this blog in a way im surprised but honored by so i want to say thank u for sticking around with the nonsense despite how much my interests have shifted over the last few years. and my writing.
we are just strangers but this made me feel weirdly seen and i hope i can make u feel weirdly seen too... i love you 🫵🏾 and i hope you feel better and that life is always kind to you.
IT'S VERY FITTING THAT U ARE MESSAGING ME ABOUT MEBUKI ONE DFKJHSKDJ but its also haunting me and terrorizing my clit... literally think about once a day and feel the urge to beat it to shreds.... hi twin
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wonwoosthetic · 7 months ago
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HI, BABES. I HOPE YOU ARE DOING WELL 🥰🥰😘😘❤️❤️ please make sure to take it easy, okay 🫵🏾 stay hydrated. I don't know if you saw this, but I found an article saying Jennie went to Seventeen’s Seoul concert, and I thought of you 🤩.
Twitter Link (you can click here)
I’m so curious about your opinion.
HI DARLING, I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL TOO!!!🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 I’m doing great! ˙ᵕ˙ life’s good, readers are as kind and lovely as always, what more could I ask for🥺🥰
Y’all… you seriously don’t know how much this means to me that you literally see sth like this and go “oh, I gotta send this to wonwoosthetic” LIKE WHAT
You guys are my besties, I love you so much😭😭😭 it’s so cute that you thought of me!🥺🫶🏼
I saw it too and I’m so happy that she gets to go to other artist’s concerts now that she’s finally away from YG! Girly is supposed to have fun and enjoy life!! But I gotta say: I had NO idea she was a friend of Woozi and I never ever expected her to come to a svt concert🫢 but my god, she seemed to have had so much fun and that’s all that matters!! Carats were welcoming her so kindly, so I’m honestly just really really happy🥰 and I mean, a Jennie and Woozi collab sounds pretty fucking good to me👀
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