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alfascorpiionux · 2 months ago

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Ascendants: How to recognize them ~ part 2

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Can you recognize which emoji is which ascendant?:3

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Libra ascendant: these people are the social butterflies and charmers. You’ll find them surrounded by people trying to win their attention. They dress nicely and have a pleasant disposition. They have the iconic “charming smile” that they use to win people over. Fair-minded, diplomatic and balanced are also words that describe them well. Could fall into the trap of always wanting to seem perfect and/or wanting to please people. Depending on other influences, indecision, shallowness and passive-aggressiveness is also very possible with this placement, as they typically want to avoid conflict at all costs.

As body type: look for face symmetry, clear and glowing skin, typically medium-sized body with kind eyes and charming smile. As a native ruled by planet Venus, they probably put a lot of emphasis on aesthetics. This could translate to always dressing to the latest trands, decorating their homes nicely or simply a dislike for messy/chaotic or too minimalistic environments.

Scorpio ascendant: the most characteristic for this placements is “the stare”. When they look at you it feels like they can see the deepest corners of your soul and all your flaws and it’s unnerving. In fact, their very presence seems to add heaviness to any room. You might notice people falling silent when you insert yourself to a conversation. Rather than being charming and agreeable, your aura is intense and commanding. You might make people feel uncomfortable even when you don’t mean to. The planet of death, Pluto, is your ruling planet. You might find yourself faced with plenty of crises throughout your life that will force you to grow or to give up on yourself. You’re sharp, intuitive and an assertive communicator. People cannot help but take notice of what you say. Be careful how you use this power as it can invite lots of hostility if used improperly.

On a positive note, ledership skills are very possible. If you watch out for your overly-controlling tendencies you could make a strong and capable leader people can rely on.

Learn to let go and to open up again.

As body type: deep and thoughtful eyes, a hard stare. Sharp facial features, especially the jaw, a darker complexion.

You likely prefer darker colours of clothing. Black, darker shades of grey or blue. You could dress in a minimalistic fashion or opt for flattering even edgy or gothic styles. Your appearance could also change significantly throughout the years.

Sagittarius ascendant: the first words that come to my mind are “bold” and “loud”. These natives love having space to roam free and explore and are intellectually curious. They crave novelty and new experiences like a fish fresh water. It’s a necessity. They are definitely the friendly people that seem to float from one group of friends to another. Instead of staying silent they will voice their opinion even if they will come off blunt or insensitive. They definitely have a temper that they hide to a greater or lesser extent. Though they are friendly, they aren’t people pleasers and very much prefer honesty over shallow pleasantries. This definitely means ruffling feathers at least sometimes. Regardless of other placements, Jupiter definitely adds a touch of light-heartedness and positivity to this person’s aura.

On the downside, there could be anger issues, a love for drama, messiness or lack of structure in one or more dimensions of their life. Settling down could also prove to be hard. If they aren’t the type to play the field then at least they have high standards and/or don’t like their freedom being restricted or feeling like they are under somebody’s thumb.

As body body type: they could be athletic or if not there could be a fondness for working out/practicing some kind of sport or staying active in general. They are definitely the outdoorsy types so don’t expect they’ll stay cooped up in the house for too long. They likely have an open body language, relaxed posture and an approachable energy in general. Expressive eyes and youthful appearance is very possible.

As clothing, they prefer colourful styles or sporty/functional ones. They likely opt for versatile, comfortable shoes. Bohemian styles or statement accessories are also very possible.

Capricorn ascendant: meet the serious-minded and ambitious folk. Those natives always do more than just complete their assignments. They do them with overwhelmingly perfection. Teachers and older people might like you more than those of your age or you might just feel like you resonate with them more. There is definitely a strict and bossy side to your personality. You don’t like inefficiency, too much drama or even grammar mistakes, for that matter. You bottle up your emotions and let only a few select people close. You are organised and logical in your approach to life. You are always true to your word and people can always depend on you. A dark and sharp sense of humour may be present. You are strong-willed and typically very polite.

On a downote, watch out for your controlling, workaholic tendencies and much like the Scorpio ascendant, learn to be more open about your feelings in general. A more positive outlook on life wouldn’t hurt either. Not everything is black and white.

As body type: you could be lean or have a defined built. A good posture and serious eyes. You probably prefer classic or simple styles of clothing. You might have a preference for formal wear. You like comfortable shoes and looking sophisticated and put together in general.

Aquarius ascendant: meet the gypsies! These natives are inquisitive, rebellious and have a special flair to them that makes them stand out in a crowd. They are social and likely have many hobbies. They could be big nerds or just very good with technology in general. They are definitely the 70 year old grandparents that pick up a smartphone for the first time and know how to use is as well as or even better than their grandchildren. Because, well, “it’s just so obvious. You just click here and here.” They don’t like being ordered what to do and if someone adopts a commanding tone with this native on a regular basis, they’ll definitely fly away or wiggle their way out of any assignment really. Also, they hate being monitored when completing a task. It’s unnerving. Luckily, they usually put a lot of emphasis on doing their work right, even suggesting ways in which to make any project better, more efficient or interesting in general. If they respect you as a leader, they would do nearly anything for you even if that means lots of unslept hours, tears and hard work. The loyalty of this natives is very hard to gain but extremely precious. They can be real forces of nature for better or for worse. It’d be best not to be on their black list.

On a darker note, they could be very stubborn, impulsive and emotionally detached in personal relationships (most of which if due to their cerebral approach to life and/or inability to deal with emotionally-charged situations). They could be erratic and unpredictable and aren’t necessarily easy to get to know.

They are deeply loyal to a select few people and are total sweethearts to them, sometimes undeservedly.

As body type: they are on the taller side, perhaps lanky or just give the impression of being taller in general. They have a youthful appearance and at least one distinctive feature that makes people take notice.They might express their creativity through interesting hair-dos or tattoos etc.

Almost any style of clothing is possible, or a combination of 2-3 of them at the same time. Instead of following trends, they are trend-setters and don’t mind having all looks on them, even judgemental one, if it means their clothes align with who they are deep down.

Pisces ascendant: they have a softer and sometimes ethereal presence. You look at them and might think they are a poet or artist and could very well be right. They might be gentle or soft-spoken. Not the most social but people might just like them anyways. They are empathetic and sensitive people that would gladly give suport and heart-felt advice, only were they asked for it. They are diplomatic and easy-going. They can make friends easily as people are drawn to their giving and kind energy. There is probably a dislike for conflict or tense situations in general. They are not fond of overly competitive environments and having to convince any person of the rightness their opinion is frankly scary and/or overly burdensome for them. They’d rather ignore the problem or you altogether than keep getting into arguments.

On a darker note, there could be manipulative tendencies or lying, mostly as not to upset someone or having to admit a mistake they made in the past. It probably tears them apart as it is but admitting that to another person is a different matter altogether. Mood swings, naivety, emotional indecision, weak boundaries and victim mentality are also very possible.

As body type: soft and gentle features, expressive eyes, fluid movements, ethereal aura.

As clothing, they definitely prefer the softer, feminine or romantic styles. They might like to dress in a bohemian fashion or prefer lighter, pastel colours over darker ones. Comfortable shoes and sporty/homey clothing could also be to their taste.

Hope you guys enjoyed the “how to recognise” series of posts I made.☺️ If there is any placement you’d like more clarity on, I’ll be more than glad to offer my interpretation. I am open to receiving feedback from you and us having discussions on topics of your choice. Thanks for reading!💞

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itsminjify · 4 months ago

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(🪽)⋆ ࣪ 午 : RICH BOY ENHYPEN CHASING YOU ────𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝑖𝐒 ✶ rich boy!enhypen x fem!readerㅤ｡｡ fluff suggestive. & 14OOwc. : kissing, skinship, petnames ── ARCHiVE

( minji says ) : my first sfw fic ㅠㅠ, some of these are based on real-life scenarios !! i had a rich boy pinning after me before back in my 1st year at uni... it was not as cute as this though

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

he leans against his car, arms crossed, that stupid smirk playing on his lips. the soft glow of the streetlights dances across his face, making him look unfairly good. rich boy charm and all, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. you roll your eyes, but the heat creeping up your neck betrays you.

"you’re late," you say, trying to sound annoyed, but your voice wavers.

heeseung chuckles, low and smooth. "relax, princess. i’m here now, aren’t i?"

"don’t call me that," you snap, but the way his eyes flicker down to your lips tells you he won’t stop.

he pushes off the car, closing the distance between you. his cologne wraps around you, far too familiar. "why not? you like it," he murmurs, voice dipping lower.

you glare up at him, though it’s weak at best. "you’re insufferable."

he grins, "and you’re beautiful when you’re mad. what a pair we make."

before you can respond, his fingers brush against your wrist, tugging you closer. "admit it," he whispers, his voice soft but daring. "you missed me."

"heeseung, i swear—"

"swear all you want, baby," he cuts you off, his lips hovering near your ear now. "but you’re here. and you look way too good to be mad at me for long."

damn him. and damn the butterflies in your stomach.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

“you’re hiding from me again.” jay’s voice cut through the noise as he found you tucked into a quiet corner of his sprawling house. the party was in full swing, the bass rattling the walls, red cups littering every surface like decorations.

“i’m not hiding,” you muttered, taking a slow sip from your drink.

he raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe, a red cup dangling lazily from his fingers. his tie was long gone, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. goddamn why was he so attractive?

“baby, you disappear every time my parties get a little wild.” he smirked, stepping closer, the faint smell of cologne and alcohol trailing him. “what, too many people for you?”

“too many people for you,” you shot back, glaring at him over the rim of your cup. “you’ve been all over the place.”

he laughed, tipping his head back slightly, his golden hair catching the light. “jealous, sweetheart?”

“hardly.”

but he didn’t buy it. he crouched down to your level, his free hand finding your knee. “you know, it’s hard to have fun when the only person i want to drink with keeps running off.”

you rolled your eyes, trying not to shiver at his touch. “then maybe you should stop throwing these ridiculous parties.”

“where’s the fun in that?” he grinned, pulling you to your feet with a firm but playful tug. “come on. let me make it up to you. we’ll drink together—just us. deal?”

and somehow, with him looking at you like that, you couldn’t say no.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

"you’re such a pain, jake," you groaned, standing on the curb while he leaned against his stupidly shiny aston martin like he owned the world. which, to be fair, he kind of did.

"but i’m your pain," he shot back, twirling the keys around his finger like some kind of movie villain. “now, get in. i’m bored.”

"it’s midnight," you deadpanned, crossing your arms. “normal people are asleep.”

he grinned, full of trouble. "good thing neither of us is normal. come on, sweetheart. just one ride. you, me, and 600 horsepower."

you raised an eyebrow. "and what happens when we crash because you’re too busy flirting to look at the road?"

"oh, you wound me." he pressed a hand to his chest like you’d insulted his honor. “i’m an excellent driver. but if you’re scared, i could always hold your hand.”

"you’re so annoying," you muttered, but your feet were already moving.

"that’s my girl," he said, throwing open the passenger door with a flourish.

"i’m not your girl," you shot back, sliding into the seat anyway. the leather was ridiculously soft—of course it was.

he climbed in, tossing you a wink as he revved the engine, the car practically purring. “keep telling yourself that, doll.”

and then he took off, speeding through empty streets like he was allergic to rules, laughing every time you yelled at him to slow down. but when he reached over, casually lacing his fingers with yours on the console, you didn’t pull away.

"admit it," he said, grinning like the devil. "you’re having fun."

you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. "shut up and drive, jake."

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

you shouldn’t even be here. sunghoon texted you two hours ago: “you free?” and now you’re in a chanel store watching him do what he does best—flaunt his ridiculous wealth.

“these?” he holds up a pair of earrings you barely glanced at five minutes ago.

“yeah, they’re pretty,” you reply, trying to stay unbothered.

fifteen minutes later, he’s signing off on half the store. you cross your arms, glaring as he grins, a devilish glint in his eye.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you hiss. “i didn’t ask for all this!”

“you didn’t have to, sweetheart.” he steps closer, his hand brushing your arm like it’s casual, but it sends a shiver down your spine.

“sunghoon,” you warn, but your voice falters when he tilts his head, studying you like he’s amused by your attempt at resistance.

“don’t act like you don’t love it,” he murmurs, his tone low, teasing. “one little compliment and i’m ready to buy out the whole store. what does that say about me, huh?”

“that you’re an idiot,” you quip, even though your cheeks are warming under his gaze.

he chuckles, stepping into your space. “an idiot who knows exactly how to make you melt.”

his fingers trail down your arm, his smirk deepening when you don’t pull away. “relax, baby. it’s just a little fun.”

“you’re trouble,” you mutter.

“and yet,” he says, leaning in close, “you keep coming back.”

the worst part? he’s not wrong.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗪𝗢𝗢

you’re scrolling through your phone when it pings—a text from sunoo.

sunoo: speeding to your house rn. 30 seconds, pretty girl.

you blink at the screen, heart skipping a beat. you barely have time to process before the doorbell rings.

opening the door, you’re met with sunoo’s ridiculously perfect smirk. his car, some expensive foreign model, is parked crookedly in your driveway, headlights still on. he’s dressed in a white button-down, sleeves rolled up, and jeans that fit too well.

“didn’t think you’d actually show up,” you say, trying to sound unimpressed, but the way his eyes flicker over you, taking in your oversized hoodie and bare legs, makes your face heat up.

“what can i say? i missed you,” he drawls, leaning casually against the doorframe. “besides, you look way too cute to be sitting home alone. couldn’t let that happen, could i, pretty girl?”

you roll your eyes, but your stomach flips at the pet name. “you’re insane. what if i wasn’t home?”

he grins, stepping closer, his cologne clouding your senses. “then i’d wait. or maybe climb through your window. dramatic enough for you?”

“absolutely not.”

his fingers brush your chin, tilting your face up. “oh, come on. you love it when i’m dramatic. admit it.”

“sunoo—”

“shut up and say you love me,” he interrupts.

you hate how he leaves you breathless every time.

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡

jungwon leans against the sleek black car parked outside your favorite boutique, arms crossed, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. the sunlight hits his tailored shirt just right, giving him that effortless rich boy glow. you hate how good he looks.

“this one?” you hold up a dress, simple but elegant, and he tilts his head like he’s considering it.

“try it on,” he says, voice low, but there’s a glint in his eyes that screams he’s already imagining you in it. “actually, try all of them on. i’ll decide which one i like best.”

“jungwon,” you sigh, giving him a pointed look. “i don’t need you to buy me anything.”

he steps closer, the space between you shrinking as his cologne wraps around you like a second skin. “but i want to,” he murmurs, his lips quirking up. “you’re not gonna deprive me of seeing you look drop-dead gorgeous, are you, baby?”

your cheeks heat at the pet name, and you swat his chest lightly. “you’re insufferable.”

“and you love it,” he quips, grabbing your wrist gently before you can pull away. his fingers brush against yours, lingering just enough to send a shiver up your spine. “besides, you deserve nice things. let me spoil you.”

he leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper near your ear. “just admit you like having me wrapped around your finger.”

“who said that?” you shoot back, but your smile betrays you.

“me,” he replies smoothly, grinning as he takes the dress from your hand. “now go try this on, sweetheart. i want to see my girl look perfect.”

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

your birthday party is too crowded, the kind of rich-kid chaos you can’t fully escape. you’re by the dessert table when you feel him before you see him—riki’s cologne, his stupidly expensive leather jacket brushing your arm.

“happy birthday, sunshine.” his voice is all smooth confidence, and when you glance over, he’s already smirking at you.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, pretending not to notice the way his hair looks unfairly good, messy like he rolled out of bed but somehow perfect.

“celebrating, obviously.” he pops a chocolate into his mouth like he owns the place. “where’s my birthday kiss?”

you scoff. “it’s my birthday.”

“exactly.” he steps closer, his voice dropping. “so i’m giving you one.”

“absolutely not.” you narrow your eyes, trying to ignore the way his hand casually settles on your hip, thumb brushing circles over the fabric of your dress. “who even invited you?”

“your mom loves me, didn’t you know?” he grins, all teeth and trouble. “she said, ‘riki, please crash her party and make her blush.’ her exact words, promise.”

“you’re so full of it.” you shake your head, but your pulse quickens when he leans in, his breath warm against your ear.

“admit it,” he murmurs, “you’d miss me if i wasn’t here.”

you hate that he’s right. but before you can retort, he tilts your chin up, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth. “happy birthday, sunshine,” he whispers, and just like that, he’s walking away, leaving you standing there, flustered and furious.

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bonbonly · 3 months ago

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Hiiii ily so much, you feed my dark mind so well 💀

So here’s my thot…

Mask kink with Carlos? I was listening to São Paulo and I kept looking at the cover on Spotify and like…it dawned on me how HOT it’d be to have the mask and fear kink mixed together. Like SIR? hold me down 😩

𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your sweet lovely neighbor invited you to a halloween party, and you - ever the clumsy, naive girl - got tricked more than treated. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: this is a dark fic! you have been warned! do not read if you are not comfortable with dark fics or any of the following: noncon/dubcon, slapping, p in v, oral (f receiving), gunplay/gunfuck, choking, gaslighting, fingering 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i unashamedly enjoyed writing this bye like why'd you put this in my ask, i literally went FERALLLLL over it but i hope you enjoy it babes!!!

"good morning, carlos!" you chirped, opening the mailbox in front of your driveway. your slightly older neighbor waved at you, a charming smile that made butterflies fly in your stomach. he was wearing jeans that were snug against his thighs, a loose white t-shirt on and his cap backwards. his hair swept back under the cap, eyes all big and beautiful. you sighed, dreamily as you watched him head back into his house. your dreamy neighbor that always flirted with you when you came over to deliver his mail.

"the mailman just can't seem to differentiate our houses, hm?" you'd laugh, teetering on your toes. you caught a small glimpse of his house, hoping he'd let you in so you could "jokingly" see what your future house would look like. he'd flip through the mail, shaking his head with a chuckle,

"ay, hermosa, they must think i like planting pink roses in my free time," he'd snicker, tapping your head with his bundle of envelopes. it was just a playful gesture, really, but you'd blush to yourself and watch him close his front door. you'd sigh out loud, realizing your efforts of dropping subtle hints about your interest wasn't working and you skipped back over to your house, tending to your garden once more.

halloween was coming up around the corner and this year, the entire neighborhood was doing a competition for the spookiest house. you were determined to win it. going out of your way to buy extra decorations, you spent much of the week giving you front yard some spooky decor. a giant spider on one side, some skeletons doing some funny dances, and then of course the lights. you only ever did the lights at night so you wouldn't spoil the surprised for your neighbors. so, who else would you call to help you?

your trusty and super hot neighbor carlos of course! he was more than happy to help you, saying that you were always so clumsy, you'd be so lost without him! you climbed up the staircase, toying with the cables and tape before you smacked them into a straight line on the edge of your roof.

"fuck, i can't reach!" you cried out, "carlos, can you do this instead?"

"no, no, you have to do it, chica. you can do it," he grinned, pushing your ass up the ladder. you yelped in surprise at his hand under your skirt, and you swore you felt him squeeze your flesh. you glanced down at him, staring at this big innocent brown eyes. no, you must've imagined it! he wouldn't do such a thing! not your super sweet neighbor! you sighed, going up another step on the ladder to finish attaching the rest of the lights. you turned back to find carlos pointing his phone at you, a smirk on his lips, "for the memories. it's your first time going all out for the decor!"

you hopped off the ladder, smacking your hands with a smile, "thank you so much for the help, neighbor!" and you were going to return back to the comfort of your bed, when he was so gracious enough to finally let you in his house! you giddily accepted his offer, pushing past him towards his house. he laughed, eyes trained on the way your ass bounced under that skirt - if it even counted as one. he trailed behind you, watching you crash onto his couch.

grabbing the tv remote, he flipped through a couple channels while settling down next to you, "you like horror movies?"

"uh... not at night," you laughed, "i can handle anything in the light. just not in the dark. get a bit scared, yeah i know how embarrassing that is but it's the truth."

carlos nodded his head, landing on a horror film. he tossed the remote to the side, out of your reach. you gulped, already feeling a bit queasy at the gore on the tv and you felt bad about being in his house and demanding stuff from him. you shifted in your seat, averting your eyes to the nicely decorated walls, and then you felt his hand on your thigh. you glanced down at how big his hand was, and especially how it was inching closer to your clothed sex. you chuckled, thinking he must be a bit tired from helping you and you grabbed his hand, placing it back down on his lap. his eyes, which were originally transfixed on tv, snapped to you. a hard glare that you faced that made your skin crawl. he brought his back down on your thigh, squeezing your flesh harshly, enough for it to hurt. you cried out in pain, smacking him across his face. you grabbed your belongings, fleeing from his house. it surely didn't help that you lived right next door, but you locked your front door and ascended the staircase to your bedroom, holding back some tears. this had to be some sort of twisted nightmare. your sweet neighbor wouldn't do that to you! he'd only ever been nice! why would he think it was okay for him to touch you? you shook your head, taking off your clothes to slip into your nightwear and you buried yourself in the covers of your bed. it just had to be a dream!

and thankfully, that's exactly what your sweet neighbor told you the next morning at your door. he had a pot of petunias in his hands, that same warm smile on his face,

"morning, chica!" he greeted, "saw you had an empty spot in the garden. you know, i was going to the store and i saw this and said hmm, this looks like it belongs in (y/n)'s garden and so i bought it! no need to pay me back, i just want to make sure if anyone wins the halloween decoration contest it should be you!"

you stood there dumbfounded, wondering if the events of last night really happened. with much hesitance, you decided to test the waters, "a-aren't you mad at me?"

"mad at you for what?" carlos asked, furrowing his brows.

"i slapped you pretty hard yesterday," you replied, "because you were feeling me up, remember?"

carlos's jaw dropped, and his eyes darted around your front door. he shook his head in disbelief, "w-what? excuse me? i helped you with your decorations and then you went to sleep.."

"but it felt... it felt real, i knew that-"

"so you'd accuse me of touching you?" his shoulders fell, his lips forming into a thin line, "forgive me, hermosa. i spent 30 dollars getting these plants for you, and this is how you repay me? increíble. te esfuerzas por ayudar a una chica y ella no es más que una pequeña zorra," he muttered in spanish. you didn't understand what he was saying, but you figured it was something awful about you. you shook your head, taking the flowers from his hands,

"y-you're right. i'm so sorry. i must've just had a very vivid nightmare. i'm so sorry, carlos. how can i make it up to you? you did help me last night with all the decorations," you pouted. he licked his lips, eyes raking over your body still in your nightgown from last night and he shrugged.

"uh... déjame pensar, hmm...." he scratched his chin, fingers gliding up his jaw, "a good friend of mine down the street is hosting a halloween party. you should come over. i'll accept your apology if you sneak me extra chocolates."

you sighed in relief, extremely happy that your sweet neighbor was willing to forgive you for your foolishness. you giggled, nodding your head frantically, "yes, yes! i'll definitely do it! when's the party?"

"tomorrow and it starts at 10:00."

"that's kinda late for a halloween party," you frowned, and carlos rolled his eyes,

"are you coming or not?"

"i'm coming, i'm coming. just had to blurt out my thought, that's all. thank you very much for the flowers, carlos," you held up the pot in your hands, a sheepish smile on your lips as he walked off to his house. he looked gorgeous with that tight sweatshirt, his pecs barely contained under the fabric. how could you have ever thought of him in a bad light! he was such a sweetheart, buying you the petunias knowing that it would work well with your decorations. you pouted your lips at the thought, cooing at how pretty the petals were before heading back into your house.

you had picked out a really cute cat outfit for the night. it wasn't really meant to be revealing or sexy, just a cute outfit. a long black gown with black stockings, black cat ears and a tail to match. you had lipstick on your nose and used your eyeliner to draw whiskers. content with how your outfit turned out, you hummed to yourself as you left your house, locking your front door. the end of the street was a bit of a walk, and since it was dark outside you whipped out your phone as the flashlight to guide you. you came across a very shady house, only the front light on. no other decorations. that should've been your first warning to get back home, but you assumed it was part of the ambience for the party. you knocked on the front door, craning your neck to see if there's any light inside the house. no response. you scowled, grabbing the door knob only to find the door completely unlocked.

"hello?" you peered inside, flicking some of the switches on. when none of them seemed to be working, you glanced down at your phone and realized you were only at 20 percent. it would be pointless to waste all your phone battery trying to find people in the dark, "ok guys, come on now! jokes not funny!"

you bit your lip, your chest tightening at how dark it was around you. you really hated the dark. "i get that this must be some sort of sick joke. hello? anyone? c-carlos? someone? turn on the lights now!"

despite all your attempts at getting a response, none came. you huffed under your breath in annoyance, crossing your arms at how stupid you could be to come over to some random person's house. you only trusted the address because your sweet neighbor gave it to you. your ears perked up at the sound of metal jingling in the distance and you whipped your head around to to the kitchen. with cautious steps, you extended your arms out to feel the walls, using them as a way to guide you. in the darkness, you could make out what you assumed to be the kitchen counter, and then some cabinets above. the moonlight through the windows shone onto a small corner of the shelf, a flashlight on display for you to grab. you shook the device in your hands a couple times, turning the switch on and off before shaking it once more. a couple more harsh smacks to the side of the flashlight didn't do the trick either.

and then the front door clicked shut, the sound of a lock turning making your ears perk up.

"hello?" you called out once more, stepping out of the kitchen. the front door was a few feet away, the lock unmistakably turned on. one you heard the sound of metal chains dancing together, that's when your brain decided to gear up. you sprinted to the front door, crashing right into a pillar that helped support the structure of the house. you moaned in pain, hands clutched your forehead. clumsy little (y/n), never able to defend herself even if her life depended on it. the flashlight rolled around your frame as you rocked side to side, whispering small "ows". the door was just a feet away, and you extended your hand to crawl over when a firm boot stomped right onto your fingers.

"fuck!" you howled, the feeling of your bones being crushed coursing through your veins. you felt the boot drag down to your head, pressing your face against the wooden floor.

"shh, shhh...." a voice from above you cooed, "not a word from you. you have to be quiet."

"my fucking fingers," you hissed, curling your digits to see if anything was broken. the boot dug deeper onto your skin, almost choking you as you struggled to breathe. your voice was nothing more than strangled cries, your feet kicking around. within seconds, the mysterious man above you kicked your back, sending you rolling over into what you assumed was the living room. you coughed out loud, rubbing your sore face before feeling firm hands grip onto your ankles, dragging your body to the kitchen.

"who... who are you? let go of me!" you hollered, using your free hand to swat him away. you could barely see anything in the dark, and that only scared you more, "what's going on?" your attempts to sit up are thwarted when he brings his arm against your neck, pinning you onto the ground. his face was inches from yours, and you could smell him. he smelled familiar, a certain type of cologne that you remembered from somewhere but being so stricken by fear, your thoughts were all jumbled together. all you could think about was finding a way to escape. you took note of his white mask from the dim moonlight, a frown etched into the plastic material. with his free hand, he dragged his palm down your body, groping your lush tits. he had a rich laugh when you squirmed against him, trying to wriggle away.

"please, please let me go," you whimpered, feeling your hips being hoisted into the air as his hands snaked around to grab at your ass. he smacked the flesh of one cheek, fingers digging in to leave small crescents when he squeezed. he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling the tail tied around your waist and letting it snap against your skin. you gasped out loud, trying to process the way your skin stung afterwards. his hands slid up your back, curling into your collar before ripping apart your dress. you cried out loud, having worn nothing underneath save some black panties.

"a slut through and through," the man's accented voice whispered above your head, tearing at the fabric and bringing the rest of the material over your head. he tossed it to the side, and returned his hands to feel the rest of your body, "oh, mierda, i've dreamt about this for so long, so fucking long."

to emphasize his point, he smacked your ass a couple times before sinking his teeth in your flesh. your anguished wails did nothing to deter him, and you were sure he had bit hard enough to draw blood. your ass felt like it had been burned against a hot iron rod; your arms flailed behind your back, trying to push him off you but instead the stranger ripped your panties to pieces, spreading your ass as he spit down to the ring of muscle, watching it wink at him. his saliva trailed down to the edge of your cunt. you couldn't really tell what was going on but quite shortly, you felt your arms being guided behind your back, tightly bound before he grabbed your hips and once again pulled your ass up into the air. your legs wrapped around his, your back arched uncomfortably as you felt another wave of his saliva wash down against your cunt. you couldn't help but whine out loud when he wrapped his lips around your folds, nibbling on them as you shook your head. your bound arms thrashed into the air but it wasn't really helping you at the moment. his tongue delved into your pretty pussy, his deep moans vibrating through your core.

"please stop, i'm begging you! i don't even know who you are!" you whined, tears streaming down your face. your cries were cut short as a moan ripped through you, his thumb circling your clit as his tongue lapped at your sweet nectar. your could feel the edge of his mask hit your ass every time his tongue went deeper inside you. it swirled around in your tight walls like some festering parasite, eagerly waiting to ruin its host. his tongue traveled up to your asshole, circling the ring of muscle and that's when your screams became louder. "not there! stop it! let go of! let go or i'll scream so loud that-"

"keep screaming, no one will save you, zorra," he bit down on the globe of your ass, humming when you let out a sob. he buried his face between your cheeks, his tongue delving into your hole with a lewd sound. his tongue pushed deeper inside you, spreading your rim as his thumb went back to circling your clit.

"mmm, sabes tan bien gatito," he rasped, pulling back for a moment to admire his handiwork. your poor asshole winked in the cool air, glistening with his saliva. "i can't wait to feel this little ass squeezing my cock." he punctuated his words by spanking your ass hard, leaving more handprints on your soft flesh. you yelped, trying to wriggle away like a snake would but he gripped your hips harder, holding you in place as he dove back in, his tongue plunging into your asshole with renewed fervor.

the masked man's other hand slid around to your dripping pussy, his fingers pushing two digits knuckle-deep into your weeping cunt. he pumped them in and out, palm grinding against your clit with each thrust. the combination of his tongue on your ass, and fingers in your pussy transformed your screams into wanton moans.

"aww, is the puta enjoying what i give to her, i knew you'd come around," you could tell he was smiling as his fingers curled inside your gummy walls. the tightening coil inside your gut finally snapped as your juices gushed around him, soaking his black t-shirt. he laughed out loud, shoving you back onto the ground, "look at you, you ruined my shirt." he placed each of his feet on either side of your trembling body, gazing down at the way your face was filled with smudged make-up. your whiskers all askew, mascara streaming down your face. he grabbed you by the collar you had on, twisting it as you gasped out loud, struggling to breathe once more. you felt yours leg give away, watching him drag you back to the living room as he threw you onto the couch.

"who.... who even are you- oh!" you squealed, feeling his hand come across your face. it burned and you feel the iron tang of blood flood your mouth, you lip busted from the impact. he grabbed hold of your jaw, using his other hand to adjust his mask before slapping you once again. you were sure your face was bruised when he finished, your lip swollen almost as if to silence you for the entire duration he had you in this cursed house.

"cat got your tongue?" he chuckled, caressing your burning cheek with his thumb. when you didn't respond, he dug through his pockets for his phone, snapping a picture of you shaking on the couch with tears streaming from your face. you shielded your eyes from the flash, and through your fingers you caught sight of his hair swept back. you recognized the silkiness of it. you knew this person, but you just couldn't understand where. before you could open your mouth to ask the same question that's been bothering you all night, you heard the click of a gun, the barrel pressed against your forehead. "i think you know what to do right now, right?"

you shook your head, your bottom lip quivering and the man in front of you laughed, using the barrel to wipe away your tears, the cold metal making you hiss. you gulped when he dug the gun into your neck, your body shaking as a new wave of tears washed over you. "you're going to fuck yourself on my gun. come on spread those legs."

his request made you freeze in place and when he placed the gun right onto a prominent artery in your neck, you whimpered and nodded your head, reluctantly spreading your legs.

"there we go," he cooed, "see, puta, you can learn."

he spit on the barrel of his gun, rubbing the saliva around before crouching down to see your womanhood clenching the air, bracing yourself for what was about to happen. you rubbed the barrel of the gun along your wet slit, the cold metal sending jolts of sensation through your core. you felt your juices on the metal barrel, making it slick and shiny as your dragged it over your clit and pushed it inside you. you whimpered, throwing your head back onto the couch as you stared at the ceiling, trying to convince yourself that this was all another horrible nightmare.

"fuck, look at you, getting off on my gun," the masked man taunted, "you're even more depraved than I thought. sabía que eras una puta sucia, pero esto..." you bit your lip hard, trying to stifle a moan as you began to move, fucking yourself on the gun with very hesitant thrusts. "louder, you quiet little whore," the masked man scoffed, his other hand coming down on your inner thigh. you whined out loud, nodding your head and letting out small, forced moans. sensing that you were trying too hard to make noises, and pressed the metal deeper into you. a satisfied growl escaped his lips when you cried out loud, arching your back.

"fuck, that's too big... please, that's too big," you moaned, bucking your hips to push the barrel out of you but instead the masked man took the opportunity to drive it deeper inside you, pulling it out before slamming it right back in. you screamed out loud, feeling the gun stretch you open as the man snorted,

"scream for me, puta. i want to hear every single noise clearly."

your hips rocked back and forth, taking the gun as much as you could. you panted, tongue stuck out as the man shoved his fingers into your mouth, dragging the gun in and out of you with a much faster pace than before. you struggled to handle the girth of the gun, your eyes rolling the back of your head. he slapped your face gently so that your eyes snapped back to his masked face. the emptiness you faced scared you, it made you sob at how defiling this felt and yet you could feel your orgasm approaching once more. the smell of your arousal mixed with uncontrollable fear spread through the room, and he could feel your pussy fluttering around the barrel of the gun, your juices flowing freely as you fucked yourself into oblivion. your cunt spasmed around the barrel of the gun as you cummed, gushing your release over the cold metal. the masked man watched as your juices splattered onto the floor, forming a puddle beneath the couch.

"no puedo contenerme más, i need to feel you around my cock," the man moaned, unbuckling his belt. your still bound hands weakly thrashed once more, your eyes glossed over. your mind was spinning, still not over the last orgasm. the gun was tossed the side, and he grabbed hold of your jaw so that you faced him not the weapon that you just fucked. he fumbled with his zipper, shoving his pants down as he let his cock spring up, the sound of his member slapping against his stomach echoing in the room. you could feel the warmth of his body radiate off him; it was suffocating. you shook your head, trying to plead your way out of this. you already did everything else he asked for! you just wanted to go home and get ready for the halloween house contest tomorrow! he gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your abused flesh as he placed the swollen head of his cock against your sensitive clit. he smacked the tip against your pearl, watching you mewl out loud at oversensitivity. with one brutal thrust, he slammed his hips forward, burying his massive cock deep into your cunt. you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs, silent screams falling from your lips as he stretched you open, his thick shaft forcing its way past your gummy walls. tears streamed down your face as he began to move, fucking you hard and fast, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

"this cunt was made to be ruined, made to milk my cock, hecha para ser mia" he growled, snapping his hips faster against you. the sound of skin against skin did little to calm you down, instead your ears rang and when he began to rub your clit, you were sobbing out loud at how everything felt... felt so good. your mind a dizzy mess, not following along with what was happening.

between moans you once again asked the million dollar question on your mind, "w-who are you? who are you?"

"come on mi vida," he scoffed, almost as if he was insulted that you kept asking the same question, "use that pretty brain of yours you know exactly who i am. i've seen the way you look at me." but as he drilled into your cunt, you really didn't know. you couldn't think, your brain on overdrive, too caught up with the sensation of his thick cock filling you up like the whore that you were. your let your legs wrap around his waist, pushing him further into you on instinct and he laughed, using his hands to pull his sweat-stained shirt over his head. his mask came off, and in the dark you could barely see the outline of his hand running through his silky hair.

"t-the mask, your mask," you whimpered, narrowing your eyes to try and focus on the voice. the outline of his jaw, you recognized him. you knew who it was, the name was on the tip of your tongue. quite suddenly, he pressed the mask against your face, hardly giving you enough room to breathe.

"you wanted to know who i am with my mask off, we can work in different ways hermosa, i'm not picky," the man snickered. your head was buried into the couch's cushions, and you could see black spots clouding what was left to see in the dark. as your final orgasm of the night shot through you, the man pulled the mask away from you and let you breathe as you screamed out loud, squirting all over his cock. he groaned out loud, emptying his load as he shot ropes of his cum inside your cunt. he loved the way your cunt clamped down on him, constricting him as he watched you create a new puddle of your juices onto the ground. he pulled out of you, watching his cum leak out of you. he caught hold of his phone again, zooming in to see your cream-pie'd cunt and when the flash took hold of the dark room, the last thing you saw before passing out was your sweet neighbor carlos grinning at your fucked out body.

it was late in the afternoon the next day when you finally came back to your sense. your entire body felt sore, as if you had been roasted alive over a wood of fire. with shaky legs, you stumbled out of your bedroom, looking around the living room. you were back in your house, but you didn't know how. you still felt the feeling of your cunt being stretched out, and your head was throbbing in pain. the doorbell to your door rang and you glanced out the window to see carlos there with a bag of chocolates. you scowled, remembering how he towered over you the night before. not wanting to be too suspicious, you opened the door and stood there with a very worried expression on your face.

"carlos... how... nice to see you," you whispered, gulping.

"ah, hermosa! i'm so glad you're doing better! you know last night, the craziest thing happened! i was coming to pick you up for the halloween party but ever the eager girl, you fell from your ladder and hit your head!" he shook his head, "mi niña torpe, you can never go a day without hurting yourself!"

"i fell off a ladder?" you asked, tilting your head.

"yeah! you hit your face pretty badly," he winced, bringing a hand to cup your cheek. the warmth of his palm made you moan a bit, closing your eyes in relief. you and your vivid nightmares. your sweet neighbor would never do this to you! he was always looking out for you. you almost wanted to mention the bad dream, but then remembered how he got offended the last time you revealed what happened when you were asleep. you decided to keep your mouth shut and invited him into your house, taking the bag of chocolates.

"the halloween house contest will start soon," you grinned, limping to the couch to sit down. "you should sit down carlos, we have a few hours before the kids arrive. maybe you could help me organize the goodie bags!"

when you looked up, you saw him towering over you. he ran a hand through his hair, tossing the tv remote in his hand a couple times before dragging it down your neck,

"we have time, mi vida, we can spend time together alone until then," and he watched you furrow your brows, starting to understand what he was hinting towards, "you want to watch a horror movie?"

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keijisdolll · 12 days ago

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#K. AKAASHI |

NSFW ( ＾◡＾)っ✂╰⋃╯

blurred lines . . . ❤︎

(i wrote this rly late at night so it kinda switches between second and third person + its my first time... dont mind pls ⛄︎)

to say you and keiji were just friends was a little... vague to say the least.

not even a little, absolute bullshit.

you two go way back; always at one another's homes every saturday or friday night, playing games with kotaro or just binging movies together- all that cute stuff. obviously, you two love each other, dare i say are in love with each other, but it's just never been a point of discussion. despite all the stolen glances, his obsession with kissing the top of your head or holding your hips, you guys have just … never talked about it.

it's not that you didn't want to talk about it, you wanted more than anything to do unspeakable things to that man for years now...who wouldn't?

but of course, all you could do every passing day was pray that something could magically change and you'd have his affection and sweet words to yourself every day. he probably has his reasons too for not just folding and confessing already. hopefully if he even reciprocates.

but when he asked you to be his roommate and share a dorm with him two years ago at the beginning of university, how could you tell someone so pretty no?

that pretty much never helped the increasing tension between you both - sexually, or romantically.... but hey, the no confessions game was still going strong.

even now, when keiji just returned back to your shared dorm from one of his later classes, he found you laid out on the plushness of the couch, your cutely decorated laptop resting on your bare thighs as you were wearing a cute pair of pajama shorts. a few short sentences on the illuminated screen of your laptop which screams to him that you were probably just assigned a research paper.

"new paper assigned n/n?" he hummed softly as he rested his bag on the floor near the door and taking off his shoes.

"mm yeah... only thing is that it's due in 2 days.." she huffed softly with a little pout, a face he knew meant she was stressed.

"yeah? how much words is it?" he hummed softly, sitting next to her laid body on the couch.

y/n turned her laptop to an angle keiji can see it, an email from her professor which explained her prompt and the word count.

damn.

"only two days? that has to be a mistake." he raised his brows, adjusting his glasses.

"its not..." she sighed softly. "i asked him about it in class. he was dead serious keiji...my grade is so done. i don't even know what to write about. all i got done was the context." y/n turned to him, a pout on her lips.

he sighed, "calm down, okay? stressing out this much isn't gonna help you n/n." his hand went to her cheek, his thumb gently stroking the apple of her cheek. damn him and his charm.

"come here, i'll help you." he murmured, his arms gently taking her arms to help her sit up and come up onto his lap.

and around 3 hours later, despite the evident exhaustion in both of you from this damn essay, you were a little more than half way through the word count.

"god...you're the best keiji..." she sighed softly, leaning her head back on his shoulder.

he chuckled, a familiar one that never really failed to make you feel butterflies in your stomach. "can't have my favorite girl stressing now can i?" he ruffled her hair gently.

holy fuck.

why he made her sit in his lap was beyond her. all she knew was that his little name that he just called her made her clench around absolutely nothing, and she was so sick of this back and forth of trying to act like he didn't have an effect on her.

so she purposely squirmed on his lap while pretending to read an article, her ass moving teasingly but in a subtle way. she knew her subtle grinding didn't by any means go unnoticed by him, not how his slender fingers dug a little harder into her hips, and definitely not how his breathing grew more ragged.

"hey... n/n... you're squirming a little...please... it's distracting me..." he spoke with a strained voice, trying not to breathe noticeably.

"hm..?" she looked back at him, who knew how worked up subtle grinding can get him, his cheeks were insanely flushed, his fingers uncontrollably going on her bare thighs.

"come... get off n/n-" he panicked a little, his arms pulling up her torso to pick her up and trying to place her back onto the couch, but she went right back down, on his fucking bulge.

"oh fuck.." he choked out quietly his head going back against the arm rest.

"you're that hard from me barely even grinding?" she started. no turning back now for her. and to her surprise, all those years of chasing and wondering if he wanted her back... she felt so relieved from his next words.

"i can't fucking help it with you.." he swore helplessly. his needy hands guiding her hips to rub herself against his obvious bulge. "all this time and you don't think that i've been wanting to kiss you senseless since highschool..?"

and from that, her lips were on his, sharing wet and sloppy kisses that were making him leak pre cum into his sweatpants. grinding on his lap so nicely that she had him cursing into their sloppy kiss.

they eventually pulled away, a thin string of saliva between their mouths as her arms came up around his neck to steady herself as she ground on his bulge. gosh, his fucking print was so visible to her too from his sweatpants.

"fuck...i love you keiji.."

and within less than two minutes, your cute pajama shorts laid on the floor of your bedroom along with his sweatpants.

his hand held a handful of your hair while his other rested on the plush curve of your ass. his hips were thrusting so good into your drenched cunt, the room practically filled with the sound of your plush ass slapping against his hips and your muffled moans as he just sweet talked you.

damm him.

"god... you dont know how long i wanted to fuck you.." he panted into your ear, his skin slick with sweat

"keiji..." she cried helplessly beneath him.

"mhm baby... i got you...taking my cock so well." he murmured, his large hand squeezing her ass softly.

"you're so fucking pretty n/n, you know that?" he mumbled, placing sweet kisses and sucking hickeys onto her neck, his thrusts getting harder.

she couldn't even form a coherent sentence anymore. it's not like he was being crazy rough, but his cock was fucking long. and at a moderate, more fast pace like what he was doing, she felt as if she was seeing stars.

"ah...mmph..." she moaned sweetly into the pillow, knowing he was about to cum from how sloppy his thrusts were getting.

"mmh... there you go... oh fuck baby.." he panted, pulling out. his hand that was holding your hair let go, pumping slowly as thick and hot cum landed on your plush ass.

she panted softly into the pillows, her hips lowering from where he held them up as she rolled onto her back, his cum on her skin getting onto the sheets.

he panted soflty, pulling her into his arms and pressing a gentle loving kiss on her shoulder, while mumbling a soft, "i've always loved you baby."

its my first time writing so pls leave tips jjfnjjngjngjngjtn

#haikyuu #akaashi keiji #keiji akaashi #hq x reader #smut #haikyuu smut #college au #x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu akaashi #first post #im so nervous #gulps nervously

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wingedhallows · 6 days ago

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hey baby girl!! can we get a vi x reader who broke up but really want to get back together and if you'd like, you can make it smut! i love you pretty girl! 💓

˚୨୧⋆｡𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 modern/ex!vi x ex!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 smut MDNI

˚୨୧⋆｡𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 hi hi!! so i've had so much fun with this! I'm still new to writing actual smut, i hope it's good. thank you to my bby @moodient for requesting this!! love u

♡︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡︎

five years prior

Seven missed calls. Twenty unread messages.

Your phone lights up like it’s trying to scream at you — like it’s trying to make you feel all the things you’ve been trying to ignore.

You didn’t mean to ignore her. God, you didn’t. It’s just… college is loud. Your classes blur into late nights, and the friends you’ve made — new faces, new habits — they’ve filled up the spaces that used to belong to her.

You tell yourself it’s temporary. That she’ll understand.

But then you see it — the last message she sent.

And it stops you cold.

You’re standing in the middle of your dorm room, one leg halfway out of your jeans, caught in that stupid little in-between moment where everything suddenly shifts.

Your heart stutters. Your throat tightens.

“I think we should break up.”

It’s not even dramatic. No punctuation, no begging, no anger. Just seven words that crack through your ribs and echo somewhere deep inside you.

And just like that — she’s gone.

present.

“It’ll be fun! Now come on.”

Philippa’s nails dig into your upper arm with zero remorse, her perfectly manicured grip tugging you forward like you’re a wayward child instead of a grown adult. You stumble after her, the too-tight dress cinching at your waist with every reluctant step, and you’re already regretting every life choice that led to this moment.

Your eyes flick toward the front doors — and sure enough, those guys are there. The ones who hit on you back in second year, still leaning like they own the place, still wearing that smug, basement-party confidence. You quickly avert your gaze.

A massive banner hangs above the entrance to the gym, proudly declaring “Year of 11” in uneven, mismatched lettering. The edges are frayed, and someone clearly went to war with a hot glue gun and kraft glitter. It’s nostalgic, maybe — but mostly, it just feels sad.

You sigh, long and heavy, and let Philippa pull you deeper into the gym.

The place is decked out in balloons and shimmery streamers, with glittery nonsense taped half-heartedly to the walls. Someone put in effort, sure, but it still reeks of prom night — too sweet, too staged, too familiar.

And suddenly, it hits you like a memory pressed between ribs.

Prom.

Your prom. The one you spent with her.

The decorations are different, but the feeling? That ache in your chest — it hasn’t changed at all.

It’s been a while since Philippa fluttered off to go play social butterfly — weaving through old classmates with her usual glass-in-hand charm — and you’ve had one too many margaritas served without a salted rim to keep pretending you’re having a good time.

The buzz in your head, the ache in your feet, the way the past clings to your skin like glitter — it’s too much.

So you do what you used to do, back in the day. You flee to the girls’ bathroom like it’s a bunker. A safe haven.

Nothing’s changed much in here.

The walls are still painted that uninspired pale yellow, a color that’s tried and failed to be cheerful. One of the mirrors hangs at a crooked angle, just like it always has, warping reflections in that vaguely unsettling way. They’ve replaced the stall doors, though — sleeker now, but the navy blue wood doesn’t match the rest of the space. It stands out, awkward and out of place. Kind of like you.

You’re bracing yourself against one of the sinks, trying to breathe, when her voice slices through the silence.

“I didn’t think you’d show.”

It hits you like ice — sharp and clean, sliding straight down your spine.

Your heart stutters.

You lift your gaze slowly, like the moment might shift if you move too fast. And there she is, reflected in the mirror — fogged slightly at the corners, but unmistakable.

Violet.

She looks different. And somehow exactly the same.

Her hair is still that impossible pink, like spun candy and rebellion. Her eyes — pale blue and unrelenting — lock with yours in the glass like they never stopped looking.

But there’s a new sharpness to her.

A constellation of piercings gleam beneath the bathroom’s dull fluorescent lights. There’s ink now — a tattoo that kisses her cheekbone and curls along her neck. And still, she’s her. Just... more.

Your breath catches.

You turn to face her, slow and deliberate, the chill of the ceramic sink pressing into your back as if to keep you grounded.

“Violet,” you whisper.

Her name tastes like nostalgia and regret.

And she smiles — not wide, not sweet, but real. You hear the quiet hum of satisfaction in her throat.

“God,” she breathes, voice rough with emotion and something almost dangerous, “how I’ve missed hearing you say my name.”

She approaches slowly — like you’re something sacred.

But it’s there. In her eyes. The hunger.

That raw, aching kind of want, the kind that’s been left to fester in silence for too long. It’s not just lust, not just old feelings. It’s you.

“Vi…”

Her name falls from your lips again, barely audible, but it’s enough.

Her hands find your waist, fingers warm and firm through the thin fabric of your dress, and the contact pulls a sigh from deep within you. It’s instinctual — your body remembering hers.

The corner of her mouth curls, slow and sly, as she leans in, breath brushing soft against your ear.

“Did you wear this just for me?”

The way she says it — like a secret, like a promise — makes your breath hitch. A soft sound escapes you, involuntary and aching, and she hums in satisfaction, like that little noise is all the answer she needs.

One hand trails lower, fingers curving to grip you like she remembers every inch — and wants to relearn it all from scratch.

Your hands clutch the edge of the sink, knuckles white.

She guides you, gently but surely turning you to bend forward over the sink, your ass protruding towards her front. Her touch is reverent, possessive, familiar — a contradiction you’ve never been able to escape.

“Such a pretty thing,” she murmurs, one hand anchoring you by the shoulder, the other groping your ass with a strong grip.

She draws the fabric of your dress up with a slowness that speaks volumes — not just lust, but memory. She palms your ass again but this time her hands trails lower. Her middle finger trails slowly over your already damp and clothed pussy.

“Missed you. Missed this,” she breathes, lips ghosting along the shell of your ear, and you can’t help the quiet, broken sound that escapes your throat in response. “Missed this pussy.” She rasps into your ear.

Then without warning she pushes the strip of cloth from your sticky folds and pushes one finger into your heat. A strangled gasp leaves you as your head lowers onto the cold ceramic. “Look at that - so wet for me.” She whispers more to herself than anything else.

“Vi-oh christ-fuck.” You choke out as she sets a brutal pace. The heel of her palm slams against your bum as she fucks her finger into you. Vi doesn’t waste time to sling the other hand between your legs as well. Her thumb comes to draw circles over your clit with a grumble.

“Ah! shit-” You gasp and Vi chuckles behind you, the sound comes out low and husky as she keeps going. “That’s it, baby. Knew you still had it in you.” She mumbles. Her lips connect with the sensitive spot behind your ear as she drills two fingers into your sobbing cunt.

You’re a gasping, whining mess in her arms and slowly but surely you feel the hot white heat coil in your belly. One of your hands comes to grip at her arm with a chokes gasp.

“Vi-oh god-I’m gonna.”

Vi just grins against your neck, her hot breath against your skin making your pulse spike again.

“Then come for me - come on my fingers, baby.” She murmurs like the smug bastard she is and picks up her pace once more. Her fingers drive into your dripping cunt unrelentingly and before you can babble another incoherent thing, the heat snaps.

Vi slaps a hand over your mouth, a raspy laugh tumbling from her lips as your eyes roll back, your muffled cry of pleasure vibrating against her palm.

“Atta girl,” she breathes into your ear, voice low and wrecked and possessive.

When she pulls back, your chest is heaving, your head spinning — and she’s standing there like she just won a war.

You’re panting as she holds you up, your knees shaking as she lets her fingers slip from your pussy.

You catch the flick of her tongue as she licks her fingers clean, slow and deliberate, like you’re dessert and she’s not done savoring you.

Then she leans in, her breath warm against your flushed cheek, lips ghosting the skin like a secret she’s letting you in on.

“You’re still mine, sweetheart.”

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silvergyus · 2 months ago

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paper hearts- c.sb

pairing: kindergarten teachers! soobin x reader

summary: you and soobin teach kindergarten classes across the hall from each other. when the day to hand out cards finally arrives, you notice one card in your mailbox that’s not like the others

warnings: this fic is all-ages!/ a kindergartener falls at recess/ odi is still alive because I think teacher soobin with a pet hedgehog is adorable

word count: 2,400+

author’s note: part of my valentine's day event!

song rec: valentine- laufey

Paper hearts lined the hallway bulletin boards, shades of pink, red and white signaling to all who passed through what holiday was soon approaching. Holidays, spirit days, and any big event of the like were your not-so-secret favorite part of your job. You loved cutting construction paper into new shapes, stapling themed borders to your announcement boards and finding new crafts for your students to create. You’d been a kindergarten teacher for years now, and viewed each group of students as a new opportunity to create lasting memories for them to look back on as they continued through school. You taught because you loved your students, loved helping them discover a love of reading, loved seeing their eyes grow wide as they watched a caterpillar burst from its chrysalis transformed into a butterfly. You loved their curious eyes and silly takes on arts and crafts. In short, you loved the kids. But the holiday decorating, that was an extra bonus that made you love the job even more. And this year, there was an extra special bonus.

Across the hall from you taught Mr. Choi, or Soobin, as you called him in the teachers’ lounge. Tall and handsome, he had a way with the kids that most didn’t. He had a natural softness that made the kids feel safe, a charm that made them laugh, and a way of explaining things that made them understand the world in a whole new light. There weren’t many male teachers in your elementary school, and as embarrassing as it was, you couldn’t help but crush on Soobin.

He didn’t make it any easier for you either, standing by you during recess when you went outside to watch the kids play, sitting by you at lunch, asking you about your students, what books you’d been reading, even showing you pictures of his pet hedgehog. His careful attention made your heart flutter, and you desperately wished you could see him outside of work.

With Valentine’s approaching, you couldn’t help the hopeless romantic in you from daydreaming about having him as your Valentine.

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Monday, February 10th

You slid into your usual chair in the teachers’ lounge, reheated leftovers from the weekend on the table in front of you. Pulling out your current read from your bag, you dug in, relaxing into the quiet. The brief moment of solace was soon interrupted as Soobin sat down across from you, his long legs bumping into yours beneath the table. He quietly apologized for the unintentional invasion of personal space but you didn't mind, not when it was him.

You asked how his day’s been so far, tell him your kids have also been bouncing off the walls, excited for the holiday. Taking a sip of his drink, he replied that he’s sure your kids are more excited than his, your classroom being decorated so much more than his. You could feel your cheeks heat at the compliment, appreciating the recognition of your secret passion.

“So um,” he cleared his throat between words, “do you have plans for Valentine’s?”

“You mean besides my hot date with twenty five-year-olds?” You laughed, stirring your leftovers. “Nah, I'm gonna read the cards they give me and eat leftover candy on my couch probably.” You took a bite and looked at Soobin, “it's all I ever do for Valentine's.”

He smiled empathetically, the left side of his mouth quirking up first to show his dimple. “Yeah, that's probably all I'll be doing.”

Part of you wanted to seize the moment, suggest the two of you hang out, go out, or eat half-melted chocolates together. But before you could speak, Miss B- who taught second grade- sat down next to you and very excitedly began to tell you about her newest sewing project. The moment was over, but when you looked back at Soobin, his eyes were still on you.

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Tuesday, February 11th

Twenty students napped on their vinyl pull-out mats. The lights in your classroom were dimmed, blinds turned shut to keep out the afternoon light, the tip-tap of your fingers on your keyboard the only sound heard over the quiet rise and fall of tired breaths. A soft knock at your door pierced the quiet, drawing the attention of the few kids not sleeping. You slowly stood, smiling to calm the little ones that have stirred before peeking through the glass to see who the visitor is.

Soobin stood on the other side of the door, smiling sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. You cracked the door open slightly, stepping into the hall so as to not further disturb your students with your conversation.

“Soobin!” you whispered excitedly, still trying to keep your voice down during naptime. “What’s up? Do you need something?”

“Would you believe me if I said I was here for naptime?” He smiled at his own joke and you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered when his dimples pressed into his cheeks. He shook his head before whispering back, “I actually need to borrow your glue sticks.”

“My glue sticks?”

“We have arts and crafts next and I had to throw half mine away last week after one of my students took a bite out of them.” He grimaced at the memory and you stifled a laugh, hand coming up to cover the sound. “Purple glue was everywhere! It was a disaster; I had to call his parents!” His whispers were desperate, only making you laugh more.

When you recovered from your threatening giggle fit you took a breath, smoothing down your shirt. “Yes, you can borrow my glue sticks. But, I expect to get them back without bite marks.”

A smile brightened his face and butterflies filled your stomach again. “Lemme go get them.”

“Thank you! I owe you!”

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Wednesday, February 12th

You waited with your students as their parents arrived to pick them up, occasionally bending to tie a shoe or zip up a backpack, reminding everyone to stay away from the curb until their grown ups were ready for them. You looked down the line of approaching vehicles and locked eyes with Soobin. He quickly looked away, turning his attention back to his students, but you couldn’t help the heat that rose in your chest. How long had he been looking at you?

You waited a little longer that day, holding hands with one of your students as she waited for her dad, running late from work. Once she was finally on her way home, you made your way back inside the building, eager to grab your things and go home.

Across from your classroom the lights were still on in Soobin’s room. You couldn’t help but peek inside, still buzzing from catching him staring. His door was shut, and when you peered through the glass, you could see him at his desk, mouth twisted in focus as he held a glue stick and sheet of dark red paper.

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Thursday, February 13th

Recess was dusted with a flurry of fresh snowflakes. The kids were eager to get out onto the playground, and you were on edge as you kept an eye on everyone, making sure no one slipped on hidden ice or threw snowballs at someone else’s head. Your students loved when it snowed, but you wished today had been an inside recess. Fresh snow always meant someone got hurt.

It was no later than you thought it then you heard the sound of crying. Every teachers’ head whipped in the direction of the cries, and you watched as Soobin ran towards his student sitting on the blacktop, cradling her arm. You approached him, concern washing over you. Other students tugged on your coat, asking what happened. You comforted them, telling them to give the girl some space while Mr. Choi figured out what was wrong.

Soobin’s voice was gentle as he spoke to the girl, asking her what happened and where it hurt. Through tears she said she slipped and now her elbow hurt. He picked up her hat from where it fell during her fall and placed it gently on her head. “Only your elbow, right? Your legs feel okay?”

The girl nodded, slowly calming under Soobin’s careful attention. “Do you think you can stand up for me? I’ll go with you to the nurse’s office and we’ll make sure that you feel better.” The girl nodded again, wiping away tears with her tiny pink mitten. Soobin took her non-injured hand in his and began slowly walking inside, careful to lead the girl away from the patch of ice that had caused her fall.

“Can you watch my students while I take her inside?”

“Of course.”

You spent the rest of the day replaying the moment in your head. Soobin’s quick reaction, his careful attention, the way he calmed her almost instantly. It made you feel a warm, almost domestic affection towards him. You had to keep your mind from wandering, from imagining if he would be the same as a father.

After school that day you asked Soobin about the girl.

“She’ll be alright. Nurse thinks it’s just a bruise, but the parents are taking her to the doctor to make sure she didn’t break anything. She wasn’t even crying anymore when her mom picked her up.”

You sat down in the tiny kids’ chair in his classroom, knees coming up to your chest. “That’s good. I was worried about her.”

“Yeah, it was scary.”

“You’re really good with the kids you know.” Your voice was heavy with sincerity. “They adore you.” You picked at a stray fabric on your pants as you spoke next. “We all do.”

He looked into your eyes after you spoke, holding your gaze, starting a fire in your chest. “Thank you. That’s nice to hear.”

You stood, wanting to diffuse the intensity of the moment. “If I ever slip on the ice, I hope that you’re there to pick me up.”

He laughed, leaning back in his chair. “I’ll make sure I catch you before you fall.”

It might be too late for that, you thought.

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Friday, February 14th

The kids all chattered over one another as they opened the Valentines they shared with one another, a nostalgic Charlie Brown special playing in the background. They couldn’t possibly sit still and watch the movie after snacking on frosted cookies and heart-shaped chocolates all afternoon. Their crafted mailboxes from earlier in the week were now stuffed with treats from their classmates and teacher. Your mailbox was also stuffed with cards, lollipops and gifts from thankful parents. You weren’t going to open them until after school, as per your tradition.

The school day ended on a high note, lots of giggles and excited little ones running to show their cards to their parents at pickup. You waved goodbye to all of them with a full heart before retreating from the cold back to the warmth of your classroom.

Slumping into the oversized bean bag chair in the reading corner, you began to rifle through your mailbox of Valentines, looking for something sweet as a pick-me-up before you tidied up and went home. At the bottom of the box sat one Valentine that stood out from the rest. Instead of store-bought cards with cartoons, or handmade cards still sticky with purple glue, this one was expertly put together, dark red cardstock folded into a perfect heart with white lace decorating the edges. “Be my Valentine?” it read in the neat script of an adult across the front. If this was from a parent, it was awfully personal. You opened the card with apprehension, not sure what you would find inside. In the same white pen it read “from your secret admirer in 2B.”

2B? That was the classroom across from yours, Soobin’s classroom. Your heart raced. This card was from him? A Valentine? This must have been what you saw him working on the other day. A Valentine for you?

Did this mean he liked you back? Maybe it was something he did for all the other teachers. But if it was just a friendly Valentine between coworkers, then why did he sign it “from your secret admirer”? You had to ask him about it.

You stuffed the other cards back into the box, shuffling to get up out of the beanbag. At that moment, Soobin walked past your open door, heading towards his classroom. You called his name, still struggling to stand. He turned, eyes wide, towards you. You walked towards him, card in hand. His ears flushed as you held the Valentine up. “Is this from you?”

“I was hoping that you’d open those at home.”

“I wanted a snack before I drove home.”

You took in the way he shifted his weight between his feet, hands itching towards his pockets, ears growing redder by the second. “Did you make anyone else a card?”

He shook his head, lips twisting into a small pout. “Just you.”

“I should’ve made you one.” Your voice was quiet, hoping he read into what you really meant.

His eyes shot up from where they had been focused on the floor tiles, finding your gaze and holding it. “So you don’t think I’m overstepping?”

“Oh my gosh no! I actually thought it was from a parent at first, and that would’ve been weird and overstepping, but I um,” you paused, scared to admit the secret you’d been harboring since the fall. “I actually really hoped you’d ask me to be your Valentine.”

His eyes lit up like a puppy’s, a smile breaking over his face, dimples pressing deep into his cheeks. “Me too.”

You laughed, he was just too cute not to. “Well I really should’ve made you a card then.”

He shook his head, stepping closer. He reached for your hands, holding them in his much larger ones. His skin was soft against yours, and you could barely focus on his face when every cell that touched his felt like a tiny firework. “It is still Valentine’s Day, you know. We could always celebrate without twenty kids hyped up on sugar.”

“You’re saying that like the twenty kids aren’t what makes it fun.” You smiled at him, heart swelling at the thought of finally getting to spend time with Soobin outside of work. “But I would like that very much.”

“Let’s go, right now. Let’s go somewhere.”

“Right now? Won’t we need a reservation though? It’s Valentine’s day, and a Friday night.”

He paused, enthusiasm faltering. “Well, true, but we’ll find something.”

“Even if we don’t,” you smiled, squeezing his hand in yours, “this is already my favorite Valentine’s Day.”

Just like that, you finally had a Valentine.

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

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noisycowboyglitter · 9 months ago

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shalomniscient · 9 months ago

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Feixiao sitting at her desk when you crawl into her lap, purposefully trying to distract her and rile her up. So when her patience wears out she grabs the collar of your shirt, stands up so you’re suddenly lying on your back, pinning your hands to the desk above you. All you can do is giggle because you know she’s going to give you exactly what you deserve wanted

[nsft utc]

“vixen, what do you think you’re doing?”

feixiao’s tone is carefully measured as you slip onto her lap. it would’ve been entirely innocent, if not for the lingerie you’re wearing—lingerie she picked out herself. it’s more decorative on your skin than anything actually contributing to some modicum of modesty. the fabric is a lace so delicate it’s sheer, wispy like it might just dissolve with a warm touch. feixiao can see everything, all of you; from your already-stiff nipples to the areolas a shade darker than the surrounding skin of your breast, just as equally exposed. the half of the set held up in delicate butterfly knots on your hips teases the shape of your pretty pussy, the plush flesh of your labia and the way it’s already starting to glisten with your wetness. clearly, you planned this. feixiao swallows. sets her pen down and flexes her grip around the meat of your hips. you sigh, pleased at the action—or the reaction, rather. you off her a charming, disarming smile, your finger tracing the bow of her painted lips.

“keeping you company,” you answer, eyes like a pair of glowing half-moons. feixiao snorts, rolling her eyes.

“in lingerie?”

“i like to be comfortable.”

a growl rumbles in her throat. something flickers in your eyes, dark and deep, and you grind down into her lap. a quick, sharp movement, but it has feixiao sucking in a harsh breath, nails digging into your skin. there’s an almost angry tent in her shorts, like her cock is demanding to be freed from its confines. a laugh falls from your lip like spilled honey, thick in feixiao’s ears.

“temptress,” she says hoarsely. you roll your hips again in that sinful, perfect, circle, and feixiao resists the urge to bite down into your shoulder. you coo, then lean up on your knees above her lap to whisper into her ear.

“are you tempted?” you ask, and with the space afforded by the minor change in position, your hand slips down to cup the bulge in her shorts. white flashes behind feixiao’s eyes, and her self-control that has been fraying ever since you stepped into her home-office snaps.

feixiao surges like the north wind, a jetstream, unstoppable and unyielding. she grabs your wandering hands with only one of her own, the other bracing your hip as she lifts you up only to push you back down onto her desk. you gasp, high and pitchy, only to devolve into a needy moan as feixiao bumps her clothed cock against your dripping pussy that has now utterly ruined your pretty little lingerie. feixiao chuckles low in her throat at the sight, using her free hand to drag a finger along your drenched folds, pressing the sheer fabric against your lower lips and delighting in the way it molds to the shape of you.

“is this what you wanted, vixen?” she breaths against your ear, and you shudder. you bat your lashes at her, managing a cheeky, almost bratty smile. yes. feixiao’s lip curls into a snarl masquerading as a sneer. her head dips low and her teeth worry the skin of your shoulder.

“then we’ll only stop when i say so.”

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vintewera · 11 months ago

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Pink butterflies made of epoxy resin

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Hyperthermia and The Voyage of Love

Yena x Male Reader (Smut)

part two to Hypothermia and The Cosmos

Tags: fingering, squirting, blowjob, riding, throatpie

Wc: 3523

Wasn't expecting people to want a part two, considering I rushed the end. But here you go, more Yena.

Not proof read.

You and Yena set out at the cover of the darkness, a comfortable silence found as you walked through the icy wasteland with your newfound relationship with your girlfriend. Rime coated her jacket, adorning the sleeves with icy patterns. Her eyes smiling even with her face covered in a mask, the cold would tear and lash at any ounce of skin that dare revealed itself to the open air.

There was an over abundance of trees and bushes in this area, cosplaying glaciers as they were consumed by the night chill. Snow resting on the branches of the trees as ice hung vigilantly on leaves. The ground was the worst part of the planet to Yena, a mix of rock with mud that remained soft no matter the conditions, creating an unstable footing compounded by the snows invisibility.

The moon on this planet was a strange blue hue, it didn't provide as much light as the proverbs of the one of earth. It hung around uncomfortably long, no clocks were synchronised for this planet but you could swear every day felt like weeks.

Earlier scouting before you two got together found a cave that had the theoretical composition for ore, that night was special, embracing each other as you watched the night sky waiting for the results to generate from the company assisted products. Carelessly mumbling tales of the barren wastelands you two grew up on earth.

You two stood in front of the cave, a pitch black void stared at you as it beckoned you inside. A whistle could be heard as the wind filtered through the rocks inside. Yena's hand grasped your shoulder as she hugged into you, soft clothes pressing into you creating faint whispers of heat fighting against the outside cold.

Regrettably she pulled away, patting your head as her body rescinded, slinging her back to the ground as she pulled out the shared tools you two needed for the expedition. Yena always had her own style, seen from the very moment you laid your eyes on her. All her tools now kept that same black and pink that her hair was, little butterflies drawn on with the materials she snuck into her box of clothes.

Before you headed out this morning, she decorated your tools in a similar fashion citing "It's a good luck charm! I'll be right beside you even if we get lost :)", she was perfect.

Your combat knife was terrafomed from the standard sleek blue and white into a black and pink. A grey moth was scribbled onto the side of the handle, alongside a heart and Yena's name. Warmth filled your heart as you thought about her actions, filled with love despite the conditions you met on.

"Yena, this is.. nice" Your words lost all steam as the heat blossomed into your cheeks, admiring her craftsmanship, cutting the nearby air feeling it's strength.

"Told ya! I knew you would like it, now let's get in there and get out!" Yena grabbed her bag, slotting it around her back as she ran in. Giggling after you chased after her, flicking on your flashlight to pierce the dark, the cave was wide and somehow even colder than the outside, jagged rocks growing strange colourful materials on them, they all looked similar to materials you've heard about in legends for old earth. Greys, reds, blues. It was like a gold mine, just there didn't seem to be any gold.

Yena took heavy scrutiny of all the materials, pointing her flashlight as she ran her fingers over the strange rocks. Her experience far exceeded yours, so you let her be.

"Why couldn't the company make an ore identifier? Ugh. It's got to be lower down." Yena said, visibly frustrated as she swung her pickaxe into the thin rock wall that was covering the lower depths. An ominous feeling crept through your blood as you looked down the gravel slide. Yena seemed to pay no mind as she slid down, always the ambitious one.

You two landed in the lower levels, dust clouds forming as feet touched the ground, even more strange materials could be found. The darkness started to creep you out even more as more and more came into frame. You were always afraid of the dark, not that you ever saw the nightsky before a few weeks ago.

You were taken out of your fear when a loud screech filled your ears, pounding as they throbbed in agony. It was Yena.

"I think I found it! Help me mine it up." rushing to Yena's side as you lifted your pickaxe up. It was trapped in thick columns of stone, barely visible as metal ripped out the material. Landing on the ground with giant thuds as it shone bright as it got exposed to large sums of oxygen.

The ore took a lot out of you two, swings became laboured as your arms stung with lactic acid building up to assist the lack of air in your lungs. You two quickly grabbed it and threw it in Yena's bag, now you just had to get home.

You turned around your jaw dropped, those ghoulish freaks which you two aptly named "beasts" were falling down the slide, stumbling over each other as they approached.

"Shit! Yena, honey we've got to get out of here!" grabbing the two pickaxes as Yena ran ahead with the material, the way back was blocked with death. Running into the unknown as you were being chased.

The dim light from the moon came into view as you ran fast away from the horde, seemingly exponentially growing in size as the night raged on. Wind surged around you two, eyes being assaulted by the brisk cold. You had to make it home, no matter what.

A massive bridge of ice wound in front of you, visible cracks all over the surface, fear gripped you like a vice as you two stood in front of it. "Yena! Go first, I'll keep them off you. Go!"

"But-"

"Go! I swear, I'm right behind you!" She ran ahead, the bridge cracked further under her feet, it wasn't going to hold much longer. The beasts had encroached on your position, mere inches away from you. They couldn't get onto the bridge, not while she was in danger. A beast grabbed you, knocking you into the ground as it towered over your body. They couldn't get to Yena. You'd make sure of it.

Your knife jabbed into the head of the beast, a familiar splurge of green liquid fell out the wound as it went stiff, shoved onto the ground as more beasts came into frame. You swung at them, they were plentiful but not strong, more bodies hit the ground as time went out. Energy running thin as you danced with death, biding hope for your combined survival.

"Baby! I'm across, come on! Go!" she screamed frantically, turning away from the horde as you sprinted across the ice, the cracks became bigger and more severe as more and more beasts fell into ice. A harsh tug knocked you to the ground as you got jumped by one of those freaks, spitting it's rotten breath over your face as it attempted to bite you, your knife was just out of reach. Fingers squeezing desperately as you tried to claw it into your hand.

The ice bridge shattered underneath you, knocking the beast and all their friends into the glacial spikes below you. You managed to land on the corner of a thin pillar of ice. Panicking as you jammed your pickaxe, providing you enough leverage to take a breather.

"Y/N!"

"Yena! I'm, fine I promise you." the ice was cracking under you again, a familiar threat as the fall below you would certainly kill you.

"I'll come get you! Stay there Y/N!"

"No! It's not safe, I'll find a way!" Taking a deep breath, you could not let Yena down. Thinking was a luxury you were quickly running out of.

"Shit! There's more" Yena exclaimed.

"You've, got to get out of here! I'll meet up with you later, we can't lose this material! Yena! Run!" The cost of this mission was far more than you expected, you could lose everything. But her.

"Y/N-"

"Now! I love you Yena, don't ever forget that!" tears filled your eyes as you started slipping, the ice becoming too weak to support the length of your pickaxe.

"Fine. But you better not fucking die! I'll see you soon" Yena ran as the beasts covered her from your vision, you had to get back.

Wrapping your hand onto the small ledge, hoisting your legs off the crevice of ice. No time to falter, you were going to have to jump. Pulling out the pickaxe from the shattering ice, shards flying out in a every direction. The wind grew stronger, raging against your clothes as you shuddered once again.

You threw your pickaxe to the nearby ledge, you just had to make the gap. Getting as close as possible, springing your legs forward as you flew into the air. Time froze in place as your body hung in the sky. Your feet touched the ledge, cracking as it succumb to your pressure. You fell into the pit.

The world came back into vision as the blur dissipated, providing clarity as you adjusted to the light, the snow reflected beams of light into your eyes, you tried to move, a sharp stabbing pain made you nearly throw up, your leg landed on a spike of solid ice, colouring it sanguine as your blood soaked it. You felt lightheaded as your head throbbed. The scent of disease felt so much stronger than you could ever remember, growls came from around the pit.

Fuck! Not now!

The beasts approached your suspended body, Yena would be so disappointed in you if you didn't fight. Punching the spike that severed your leg, frantically trying to break it, crumbling under the force of your actions. You got yourself up, there were 100s of spikes in your vision. Piercing the hearts of beasts as they struggled to break free, hands moving absently as they painted them in their colour, those who were lucky were meters away. You had to go.

Taking a step forward was a futile effort, collapsing into the floor as your legs shot up in pain, creeping through your very soul, white heat throbbed in your head, legs burning up as you felt hot. So so hot.

A beast grabbed your leg, clawing it with its razor sharp nails, lacerating what flesh was not punctured earlier, blood coating it's claws as it went in again, lifting your other leg as you kicked the nasty creature into a spike, trapping it, arms and legs struggling as it begged for freedom.

You lifted yourself up, struggling to stand. The world spinning around you as the other beasts approached, limping around the spikes towards the nearby cave. You limped and limped. Sensation in your leg entirely frozen off by this unrelenting nightmare of a planet you crashed onto. A sharp object met your foot, a familiar set unfolded you. It was Yena's gift to you, you took the knife back with a feeling of pride, she really loved you.

One final battle.

I'm coming home Yena.

The cave was clearer than usual, not as many beasts to crowd the environment as you walked through, a few stragglers loomed. Every step took a monolithic amount of energy, the fuse was running low as you struggled to get through.. Collapsing onto the ground again, the leg begging for the pain to end.

Yena's gift struggled to pierce the beast that assaulted you, arms moving side to side as you fought for your life. Yours and Yena's. Together. The beasts head fell next to yours, knife piercing it's brain in a fell swoop.

The night felt soothing, the thoughts of Yena played in your head as the cave came to a close. All those laughs, all those moments of passion, all those late night conversations. Your leg fell through again, a loud buzzing filled your ears as your body started to shutdown, the world went dark as you fell into the snow.

"Y/N! Y/N! Wake up! Wake up!" The world came back to you slowly, glazed and blurry as all you could make out was her. Yena's body was hunched over, tears leaking incessantly and unrestrainted. Hair sticking to her swollen red cheeks.

"relax sweetie, i'm awake" you said, voice weak with exhaustion, exerting all your strength to reassure her.

Her lips met yours suddenly, eyes widening as her hands reached to your head, pressing your lips against her like this moment was ephmeral. You melted into her touch as she pulled away. A string of saliva connecting you two together, a proof of your undestroyable bond.

"I-I, thought you were dead! I saw you just lying on the ground, you nearly left me.." Yena pressed her head into your chest, wrapping her arms around you thanking the lucky stars that you were here.

"You said I couldn't die, I would never break your wishes, honey." You lifted her head up slightly, wiping her tears off her delicate face.

"God! Your such a dork. I love you Y/N" she backed up slightly as your leg spasmed in pain, reminding you of what transpired tonight.

"oh yeah, your leg! Can I please take care of it? It's the least I can do" her eyes pleaded with you, begging for more responsibility.

"Of course, let's get it stitched up"

You two showered together, helping you stand as she lathered you up, cleaning each other quickly as your leg ran out of tolerance to keep up. Getting out and changed into pajamas.

You and Yena were hugging each other, basking in the glory of a successful expedition. Rubbing her back gently as she squeezed closer, tracing circles on your chest gently. "Y/N~ this is the last time in awhile before we could, have some fun.." she said.

"What are you implying darling?" You teased, as she sighed.

"you are always so mean! Fine, I want the love of my life to let me ride their dick. Are you happy now?" She huffed in your face. Smiling as you celebrated your humble victory.

"I would do anything for your honey." Locking lips again, sucking on her tongue as she moaned gently at your actions, regrettably you pulled away and she pulled you down.

Yena was a natural tease, slowly lifting her shirt up with a sway of her movement, revealing her black bra. She was stunning, you didn't get to revel in her appearance last time. Rushing out of frustration, you mentally took a picture of her body. Taking focus on her toned midriff, she was aphrodite reborn. Her hands reached behind, clicking her bra as it fell to the wayside. Her breasts were the perfect size, everything about Yena was perfect. Her fingers reaching out to squeeze her nipples, light moans strung out from her mouth as you felt your dick harden under her noises, your mouth salivated as you looked at Yena's tight body. It's like you two were linked as her body lowered. Giving you the luxury of putting her heavenly nipple into your mouth.

You licked aggressively as your lips created a suction, her nipple was salty with her sweat, generated from your earlier hugs. Your hands found the waistline of her jeans, pulling them off alongside the leggings she wore for thermal resistance earlier. Revealing her underwear, damp with her arousal as you rubbed her clothed cunt, your fingers wet with Yena. She gasped as you sucked harder, you pulled her panties to her side, giving you direct access to her pussy. Stroking her clit frantically as Yena pulled her nipple from your mouth. Turning around to sit comfortably in your embrace, giving you full access to her cunt.

Your fingers trailed up Yena's picturesque body, leaving a trail of slick as you probed at her mouth, greedily accepting your fingers as she lathered them in her saliva, "Thats my good girl, always so accommodating" beaming with your praise she licked faster.

You pulled out and gently pressed into her cunt, swallowing you up as she squeezed on your digits, suffocating them as you inserted in and out rapidly. Her moans were a steady stream of breathy affirmations, your other hand got bored. Squeezing her tits as your fingers kept shoving into her. You felt a spongy part inside Yena, immediately invoking screams of pleasure as she tightened around you. Making it hard to pull out as you kissed her exposed neck, leaving small nips as you kept your motions going.

"Ah fuck! Y/N! I'm gonna cum for you! please please please please" you kept your pace steady as she came undone under your grasp. Liquid shooting out violently from her cunt, pushing your fingers out of her as she painted the bed with her essence.

"My good girl, that's it" you kissed her as her chest, heaved up and down trying to recover. You took your slick ridden fingers into your mouth, tasting your girlfriends perfect juices.

Yena suddenly moved, getting off the bed in order to remove your tight jeans, made tighter by your aching shaft, pressing for freedom as it's granted by your good girl. Your shaft flew out as her rigid hands let it free from the constraints of your clothes. She spat out a thick glob of spit onto your shaft as she stroked you frantically, using her other hand in order to stroke your balls softly. Every action of hers felt perfect, peppering small kisses all over your shaft, she came a long way from the first time she tried this. Licking the sides of your cock as she slobbered all over you. Her eyes locked in as you unconsciously thrusted due to her tongue.

As soon as her head started, it ended. Stroking you as she lifted herself above you, bumping your tip against her clit. She begun to lower herself on you, the tightness you felt earlier now strangling your cock. She felt so good as she took you to the hilt, her eyes closed due to the intense pleasure as you two shared moans.

You couldn't thrust upwards due to the intense pain in your leg, keeping you constrained to the bed as you have to take whatever she gives you. Thankfully, she shows mercy as she bounces up and down, skin slapping as the sweaty skin of Yena and yours bodies connected. Her glistening pussy was spreading itself to accommodate your dick. Her rhythm was completely lost as you laid there, feeling the sensations of her grip tightening suddenly. She was getting more frantic and you could tell she was getting close.

"Y/N! Fuckkkk I'm cumming!" She tightened around you painfully, losing herself to the pleasure of your cock.

She stopped moving as she sat to recover, she gingerly got off you as her eyes looked at you seductively "Don't worry baby, you'll get to cum soon. I'll show you how much of a good girl I am" she dropped down. Her warm breath ticking your balls as she got ready. Wrapping her lips around your awaiting cock, grabbing your ass cheeks as she went lower.

Sinful gags came out from her mouth as she pushed your cock into her throat, going up and down as she licked the underside of your shaft, you moaned violently as she kept going up and down. You knew you weren't going to last, very long.

"Fuck Yena! I'm gonna cum!" She pressed her nose into your body as she took every inch into your mouth, pressing against her throat as you released shot after shot of semen into her awaiting throat. Taking her rightful award.

You took her off your cock as she gagged semen all over your dick, struggling to take all of her deserved load. Being the good girl she is, her tongue lapped up all of your spent load. Moaning as she swallowed it for the second time.

"Was I a good girl Y/N~" Her voice dripping with a sense of pride about her effect on you.

" The best, now let's get cleaned up darling. Long day tomorrow."

You two spent the entirety of the next 3 days figuring out how to fix the engines, the material unstable as you turned it into power sources that could handle long expeditions. It was long, stressful, and led to a lot of arguments between you and Yena about how to handle the situation, but you two always made up with a kiss and kept moving.

You two finally repaired the engine and got ready to take to the sky.

"Y/N? Do you think we'll ever find a planet worth living on? She exclaimed.

" Of course, we deserve something other than this wasteland."

" Yeah your right! Let's go."

"Lead the way, my mysterious pilot."

She sighed as the engine came to life.

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read part 3 here!

#izone yena smut #yena smut #kpop x reader #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #soloist fic #Soloist smut #female idol smut #smut #male reader

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dreamingunderacloudysky · 5 months ago

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I loved your alphabet for Anya ^^

Could you possibly do the same prompt for Daisuke :3

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I love Anya so much, and writing for her gives me so much joy

SFW ALPHABET | Daisuke

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Daisuke? Affection lord. Aggressive cuddles? That's his middle name (probably). He has the energy of those wholesome starwars nerd boys on the internet. Sees lightsaber dueling as a form of affection.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The hype man! No, he's not a baby in my eyes, but he's got a young and very passionate heart, so he will do his best to keep a positive mentality for his friends and his sanity. YAP WITH HIM, and listen well! Like with Anya, what they both say gets glossed over by the rest of the crew.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes, as mentioned before, Daisuke is the affection lord. He is not a Spooner, BUT he will lay on top of you like the world's most comedic weighted blanket. He's also fine lying on his back. World's most entertaining pillow talker! Random facts as he's tracing smiley faces into your skin with his fingertips.

This is Daisuke and no one can change my mind

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

City boy City boy City boy. This man wants to live in the city on the coast with a convertible, thrifted Hawaiian shirts, piña Coladas, and arcades. His flat is decorated with LED lights, a stylized diffuser, and lego plant models that him and Anya build together on their hangouts since neither of them can keep real plants alive. Cooking? He's actually pretty damn good at it! He is on another level of mixology so mixed drinks that glow under black lights? Daisuke is your man. Killer French toast maker for sure.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Very timid about it, but will force himself to do it in person. Otherwise it's from an outburst of emotion like in an argument or discussion

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Fast to fall, slow to marry, but will have the geekiest way of proposing. Watch him pull out a ringpop.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He can be gentle. When Daisuke is aggressive it's not actually aggression he just has a hard time containing excitement and bounces off the walls. Both physically and emotionally.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Absolutely. Everyday. Like Anya he will find any excuse to give you one and pepper your face with kisses.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Every 5 minutes good fucking lord Daisuke pump the brakes. You butter toast for him and he swears fealty this man is actually so golden.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

A little jealous, but just gets a little pouty or is just entirely oblivious like that. He 100% has full trust in you please dont break this piña coloda in the rain man's heart.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Daisuke loves butterfly and eskimo kisses because he's actually such a dope. Loves making you laugh it's become his sole purpose in life.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Probably the best out of the whole crew if I'm being honest. Anya is the most responsible, but Daisuke only needs 3 minutes to use his 17 charisma stat to charm kids into thinking he's the best.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Doomscrolling I hope you don't mind, he gets up before you and sings to his spotify playlists in the shower. Not before leaving a kiss to the top of your head. If you're still asleep by the time he finishes showering, he'll cook up some breakfast.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Co-op games, music sharing, epic fail youtube videos, a big comforter blanket, and you guys definately have a cat named crusher. Don't ask.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Daisuke is a very open guy, the only things he would be slow to reveal is his guilt with his parents. He hates being a downer but those blues need to come out somehow.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Slow to anger, very slow similar to Anya except she can snap in the case if her losing a board game and flipping the game over and tripping over the coffee table on her way out.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers pretty well! Key details too, anniversaries with him are the bomb they're awesome because he never fails to bring up something you told him years ago.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You walking in on a drunk Daisuke ranting to a highly amused Swansea about how he was going to murder the sun because there can only be one sunshine.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Pretty protective if something seems off but this man can be so aloof, please also protect him

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

HE GOES OVER THE TOP. You walk into the your shared studio and he's sitting there with his Anakin Costume with a dinner from the star wars cookbook all set up. Or lego set building!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Will try his best to hide his negative thoughts, very hard to get him to open up about his own issues.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very concerned. Have you seen his hair? Bro actually should be a model for Hollister. Has 34 Hawaiian shirts in his wardrobe (he plans to get more)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, in the most golden retriever way possible.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

When he messes up something small he just goes "Im just a girl in the world"

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Pessimistic people are a big no no. Also people who never want to go outside.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Lighter snorerer and has the habit of starfishing on the bed.

A/N: HAD TO REWRITE THIS 3 TILES BC TUMBLR DIDNT WANT TO SAVE IT HOPE YOU ENJOYED ☁️☁️☁️☁️

#mouthwashing x reader #daisuke x reader #intern daisuke #daisuke mw #daisuke #daisuke mouthwashing #mouthwashing game #mouthwashing

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crystallilytarot · 10 months ago

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Your future partner's hobbies. Choose a cookie cutter!

Since it's a general reading, probably won't gonna resonate all of them.

Pile 1 - butterfly

Sorry but sex hehe, probably very sexual. Good clothes, shoes, fashion. Furniture or electronic devices or unique home decor stuff, but all of them are good quality, probably expensive. Probably likes to read about human nature, psychology. Philosophy. Spirituality or religion. Like to understand themself too, did inner work. Like to help others, their love language can be gift giving, like to surprise their loved ones. If you will have children or pets, they will be so silly with them, like to be playful. Laughing together with you. Some sport too, but probably not in a gym, like to try some unique stuff, fencing, horse riding, rock climbing.

Pile 2 - bunny

Traveling, even just learning about new cultures. Can be a local picnic too, hiking, being in nature. Like arts, painting, music. Creative, probably they make art or playing in an instrument too. Probably into some ancient culture, maybe Egypt, Greece, Rome. Like to participate in contest, very competitive. Like to argue, not because they want to fight, but like to exchange opinions, can have a job related to this too. Like to be in the spotlight, talking with people, talking in front of people. Being with friends, family, a little social butterfly. Sometimes need a little alone time, maybe a selfcare weekend, a spa, massage. Like to take a nap, staying in bed for long in the weekends.

Pile 3 - bear

Feels a succesful person and like to enjoy their money, especially going on nice trips. First class, good hotels, nice view. In sports, they choose something where they need to be persistent. If they go to the gym, they like to sweat. They like to work hard and see the progress. Chess or something where they need to use their brain. They like nice cars, racing or some other vehicles, motorbikes maybe, ships or yachts. Like to read about psychology, science, they need data. A leader type very much, and enjoy it. Probably like their culture's traditions, or their family's traditions and want to share with their partner and future children too. Massage, giving and receiving too. Actually a charming, nice person, like a wise teddy bear.

#tarot #18+ tarot #free tarot #pick a card #pick a pile #tarot community

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astralis-ortus · 1 year ago

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it feels impossible (it's not impossible)

✱ bestfriend!bc × gn!reader

— 'cause you are the one i was meant to find.

w.count → 2k genre → romcom, fluff warnings → minor cussing (as per usual, heh), chan refered to as chris a.n → i'm usually not the type to write this long simply because i'm easily distracted and have the tendency to abandon projects, but hey! this one prevails :] hopefully next time i can write even longer fics<3 ⋆ see masterlist

honestly, you thought you were going crazy when the same melody restarted on chris’ speaker for the nth time today. it’s not that the song is bad—you do actually love ‘rewrite the stars’. you’re a fan of the movie, much like chris is, but putting the song on loop? for hours a day? for weeks? your sense of fanship isn’t that strong, especially when the song’s been out in circulation for years now.

“you wanna hear a theory?”

your question easily turns chris’ focus away from the endless papers he had to grade by the end of the day and towards you, raising an eyebrow to the sudden break of silence. his eyes visibly twinkled, contemplating if he should entertain the idea of putting on his regular-26-year-old suit over the professional-high-school-teacher ones he’d been in for the past couple hours or so.

well, to be fair, chris hasn't even been focusing on the pages of essays he needed to check. not when his mind has been preoccupied with something—someone—else.

“shoot,” he eventually replied with a lopsided smile etched on his lips—head cocked to the side when he finally decided to shut the screen of his decorated silver laptop, offering you his entire attention. “it better be funny or entertaining, considering i’m risking losing my hearing to my kids’ complaints for not returning their papers on time tomorrow.”

“oooh, pressure,” you mocked, a wide grin appearing on your face while you try to ignore the rush of tingles under your skin when you noticed the way chris referred to his students as ‘my kids’—something he’d always done and so do you, but somehow had a different effect on you as of recent. “believe me, it’s something fun,” you hummed with a shrug, mirroring chris as you set your laptop aside.

chris’ pair of charming dimples came into view upon your confident reply, fully immersed in the stage you’re setting up. fabric of his gray couch, one where you two had been slowly melting into for a few hours now, gently rustled when chris fixed his posture, less from lazing around and more into focusing on you and whatever nonsense he believed you were going to say. the glint in his eyes grew brighter by the second, both from anticipation and excitement.

“tell me.”

it felt like spring—when the flowers were in bloom, the breeze was blowing ever-so-gently against your warm cheeks, and the swarm of butterflies were surrounding you with its pairs of fluttering wings.

chris made you feel like spring.

“gee, tone down the excitement, mr. bahng,” you inadvertently shifted away, silently praying to whatever force ruling the universe that chris wasn’t aware of the way your heartbeat spiked to his playful grin. “don’t want to disappoint you there.”

”as if you could ever,” chris promptly refuted with a chuckle, chin resting on the palm of his hand. the way his playful gaze was directed right at you, framed by those loose curls of his, proved to cause your heart more problems than ease. “the ever-so-perfect you? a disappointment? really?”

”oh shut up,” you groaned, half wanting to wipe the cocky smirk off his face—or…?

”but then—if you say so, do tell me,” frown on your forehead instantly dissipates, replaced by a mirror of his lopsided grin when you figured you could turn the bullet right back at its owner,

“am i perfectly on point when i say you’re in love?”

despite the slight pang on your heart, you couldn’t help but giggle at the way his face fades into surprise, a shade of blush slowly creeping on the top of his cheekbones.

the topic of love was never really something you discussed with chris. sure, you two met each other in college where hormones were bursting through the roof, but neither you or chris was interested in dating anyone—you with your slowly budding crush on chris, and chris with… god-knows-what he’s interested in. you never pried, for the sake of not making things awkward. that's your norm, and how you’ve spent your last 7 years with chris.

you and chris remained friends, which at some point evolved into best friends (you now, by the hey-i’m-bored-at-2am-let’s-hang kind of standard), and somehow, you two happened to land a teaching job within the same district around the same time. chris went to teach a reputable high school in the area, while you pursue your dream of teaching kids. you hang out at each other’s place every other day, despite the time you spent together consists mostly of being nose-deep in your respective workload.

the topic of love still was something foreign—you wouldn’t deliberately bring it up other than around the occasions when wedding invites stopped by yours or chris’ doorstep.

maybe, it’s time to change that.

”…huh?”

chris is thoroughly perplexed.

”oh come on, don’t even try to lie,” with a smile decorated with victory, you finally teased the man across. “it’s all written on your face, you know,” you continued, fingers gesturing to your own, “but also, your choice of song. god, do you even listen to anything else when you're in love?”

“but i'm not!” he yelped, facepalming himself upon realizing the shift in his tone is a dead giveaway of his true voice. “god—no. i'm not,” he added meekly, shaking his head, “you know i love the song. that's all.”

”fair enough,” acknowledging his plea, you briefly nod, “but that doesn’t justify the way you’ve been keeping the song on repeat! and don’t you think i don’t remember the few other occurrences when you did the same, because i knew for a fact that something happened every time you became distant after going through this rewrite the stars cycle!”

if his face were flushed before, then you’d categorize this new shade apparent on the tip of his ear as a what-the-fuck-i’m-screwed kind of blush and frankly, seeing this new side of him kind of made you regret not bringing the topic up sooner.

”you remembered?” his voice sounded more of a squeak rather than a proper question, still hiding behind the safety of his palms. “no you don’t! that was ages ago!”

”so things did happen!” your grin turned into a laugh, drowning chris’ groan and series of disapproving no when he realized he just bit into your colorful, glimmering bait. “gosh—why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone? i was kinda hurt whenever that happened you know,” you purse your lips dramatically, “i lost a friend to talk to and never exactly know the reason why until today.”

“oh,” chris blinked, finally looking right at you with a puzzled gaze, “you… were? i mean—i’m sorry i hurt you. for the record, i wasn’t dating anyone. i just kinda assumed, you know, since you were dating someone else anyway i thought—“

”hold up—“ both statements rolling off of chris’ lips inadvertently made you hold up a hand, stopping the latter on his tracks. ”what?”

now both of you are puzzled.

you? dating someone?

”i just wanted to give you space,” chris reiterated, hand now awkwardly resting on his equally red nape, “figured you’d want that since me being around will likely bring trouble for you and the person you were dating.”

”but… i haven’t dated anyone since we became friends?”

you’re thoroughly confused.

”wait, what?” chris shook his head in disbelief, “what do you mean you haven’t dated anyone? what about the notes? and the flowers? and the chocolates too! what do you—what do you mean?”

nevermind, now you’re thoroughly confused.

”the ones from back in college?” your memories were not exactly as clear as you expected it to be, but you do remember receiving those gifts a few times due to its absurdity. “that was all from the rich ass kid i tutored! the one who i told you kept teasing me about never receiving any valentine's day gift? that kid? they sent me those gifts as a prank!”

“…what?”

the amount of ‘what’ you two have said in the past few exchanges is ridiculous.

”god—you thought i’ve been dating and never told you?” you finally pieced the puzzle together, incredulous. “and that’s why you distanced yourself? dude, are you serious?”

”well i just assumed!” chris raised his hands in defense, equally as incredulous as you are, “to be fair, those are usually gifts you get for someone you like! how am i supposed to know it’s from the kid you tutored? you never tried to told me!”

”you could’ve asked?” you stated, as-a-matter-of-factly. sometimes, despite that brilliant brain of his, chris could be quite the foolish one between the two of you. “besides, i thought you knew! you literally read the cards!”

”wha—how do you expect me to digest any of that when i was under the assumption someone i like is dating someone else!”

silence befalls chris’ usually cozy living room, leaving the soft resounding melody that hadn’t stopped as the only sound filling up the space. you’re not even sure if your ears were actually catching the right words falling from his lips; it felt too much like a fever dream. judging from the way his eyes turned wide, however,

you might have heard him correctly.

”you… like me?”

you never imagined you’d piece those words together, much less directing them towards chris. hell, even by remaining as friends was enough for you—having him to yourself was not something you thought would ever happen in this lifetime. you’re happy as you were; you’re content with being friends.

chris, on the other hand, is still visibly trying to digest the events that just unfolded around him. from the misunderstanding to unintentionally confessing his feelings, this was not how he expected his Sunday evening to be. all he wanted to do was be near the one person he’d been secretly nurturing his feelings for, praying that maybe one day he’d finally muster up the courage before everything was too late—but this was not how he expected things to turn out.

”i’m sorry,” he finally croaked, breaking the suffocating silence whilst also being too embarrassed to even look you in the eye, “i know it’s weird—from the misunderstanding to, you know, what i said. i never intended for you to find out about it this way. i understand that you don’t feel the same way, it’s okay, you—“

”oh shut up,” you capped his ramblings short, catching chris off guard. it’s not often you cut him off when he speak, so when you do, he knew you meant it.

“just, what?” you sighed, fingers begin massaging the throb on your temple. it’s hard to decipher what you’re currently feeling as a whole, but one thing you know for sure— you’re especially bothered by his last statement.

“chris, how would you even know what i feel if you’ve never even asked me?”

you watched through his pair of curious eyes as thoughts ran inside his mind, slowly deciphering what you meant with the sudden calmness in your voice.

“uh,” finally managing the train of assumptions in his head, chris then looked at you—only now, with a glimmer of hope reflected in his eyes, ��do you... like me? like, more than just friends?”

and to that, you finally nodded.

“yeah, you dumbass. for the longest time.”

watching the way chris’ smile bloom easily turned you into another smiling mess—not missing the giggles nor the flush on your cheeks and all. It feels dumb, realizing that you’ve been into each other for forever but never realizing it because of some stupid misunderstanding.

“and i like you too,” chris reiterated, his goofy smile erasing any trace of worry that was present on his face just a second ago. honest to god—you thought you were falling in love all over again for chris.

“in that case...” he shrugged before outstretching a hand, trying his best to play things cool despite the growing excitement in his eyes,

“will you officially be my partner in crime?”

sound of your laugh only fuels the warmth spreading within chris’ heart—and it felt like the way he spent all those countless nights, wishing that one day the stars would eventually align for him finally paid off as you held his hand in yours, smiling brighter than any stars ever discovered.

“gladly.”

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