#I think some of his actions you'll see as a certain softness

[biteofcherry]

Well... His own version of softness? 😅 "Let me use a disinfected blade on you, so you don't catch any germs while I cut you up" type of soft counts? 😂

To find the light, we must first touch the darkness

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dark!mafia Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: When you’re unexpectedly appointed to run a health center, you foresee many struggles along the way, but not one in the form of a merciless mob boss. Steve Rogers’ core aim is to own and he won’t take no for an answer. To any of his demands.

warnings: dark!Steve Rogers (really, he’s not a softie here, he dark); manipulation; blackmail; threats; power imbalance; specific warnings will be added for each chapter separately

warnings for this chapter: none

Be patient, please, this first part is only an introduction and setting the scene.

Chapter 1. Storm on the horizon

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A stream of dark cars, which slowly pulled up to the curb, distorted the innocent image of pristine sidewalk with raised flower bed pots soaked in early summer sunlight, immediately drawing Felix’s attention from the plants he’s been watering in his office. 

The center had a large parking lot on the other side of the property, where clients could leave their cars without interrupting the usual street flow at the front side. No one ever pulled up to the very front; beside that one evening a few years ago when the official opening ceremony turned into a gala with VIPs coming in their fancy limousines. 

Felix narrowed his eyes, watching through the window as three big, black cars stopped right in front of the steps leading to the building. Expensive models. They looked reinforced, too, meaning they were probably more expensive than a line of limousines. 

Two men stepped out of the first car, both of them doing a subtle sweep around before approaching the middle car. They stood on both sides of the backdoor, watchful of anything changing in their surroundings. 

A man slipped out of the front passenger’s side - big and bulky, with dark hair pulled into a bun, and dark sunglasses covering his eyes. He was wearing all black, from the heavy military boots to leather jacket and leather gloves. 

He walked around the car to the backseat guarded by two other men and pulled the door open. 

When yet another man stepped out, slowly stretching to his full height, Felix’s heart dropped to his stomach. 

That man he recognized. 

That man should not be anywhere near here. 

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[sweetnans]

Stuck in the moment || Bakugo, K. (pt.4)

Pairing: fuckboy Bakugo/hopelessly romantic fem. reader

Trope: Enemies/friends to lovers.

summary: You made a mistake, a huge mistake. You fucked the most cocky, annoying, bastard, fuckboy you knew. Bakugo Katsuki. And that fact was against all your beliefs. Now, after the rumor (truth) spread like a pandemic virus in college you'll have to live with the stormy consequences of your acts and whatever trash was brought with it.

a/c: Hey, it's me again. Here we are in a new series I plan to continue. I really hope you enjoy it. I put my favorite man in action (bakugo) being a selfish bastard that you would love eventually and I couldn't help to put another "trope" I'm a sucker for (guardian/father figure Aizawa) I'm so sorry if that bothers you. Once again, I'm sorry if I misspelled something, English is not my first language. (Not proofread yet)

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3♡ -> Pt.5

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Is there anything better than privacy?

Nope.

Bakugo had a room for his own. His roommate bailed from college right after the first class. He had an awakening about his future or something like that he had said before taking all his clothes and leaving. Bakugo felt some sort of relief that lasted...ten minutes? His friends used to invade his space quiet often. When he came to his room after seeing your flirting with Todoroki (from afar according to him), Kirishima and Sero were there talking about a game. They noticed in an instant that something was happening to his friend. He had his usual scowl on his face, but his brows were knitted together. A bad omen.

"Hey dude, what's up with that face?" Seemed like Sero was the one who grew a pair overnight.

Bakugo only grunted on his way to the closet. He needed to change his clothes to go to the stupid party you were attending. He made sure of that.

What if he sees you with Todoroki? Was it going to make his stupid stomach churn again?

"Hey man, we were talking about the party," Kirishima said, gaining part of his attention. "We were thinking about staying here, playing games, drinking our secret stash-"

"Fuck no" he didn't even stutter.

The reaction from Bakugo set an alarm to both of his friends. They knew about how casanova Bakugo could be, but he never, ever, showed that much, the fact that they were almost certain, after what happened with you just a week ago, that his friend's response was going to be a solid yes.

"Why so eager?" Sero asked.

"I just need the distraction," Bakugo shrugged while picking and searching the proper outfit.

He was vane most of the time, but he never took more than five minutes to choose a plain shirt and baggy jeans. Kirishima knew very well what was going on.

"Sero, why don't you go knock Mina's door and tell her about the change of plans"

Kirishima tried to be subtle. Man, he tried. Fortunately, Bakugo was so busy trying to decide between a white shirt and a black shirt that he didn't notice the exchange of looks that his friends were doing right under his nose.

"Sure," Sero winked to Kirishima and left the room.

Kirishima didn't know how to address the topic. His friend would definitely deny it, and they would be doing a full circle with yes and no that would end up in Bakugo just answering with noises.

Bakugo couldn't stop touching the fabric of his clothes. Was it too soft? Was it too white? What if there was a theme he didn't know about?

"You're panicking." Kirishima crossed his arms while leaning on his desk chair. He wouldn't lie, the scene was comical to witness. "You know you can talk to me"

The friendship between the two of them was something that most people didn't understand. Kirishima was always smiling, talking to everyone and telling jokes, while Bakugo, well, he had a permanent scowl on his face, rarely showed any other emotion than bored superiority and the only events that people saw him interacting with other people was with only one purpose, to state that he was better than everybody else. He was considered a private man and someone who had a police tape that said, do not cross.

"I don't know what's happening to me," he said, exposing his heart. He wasn't going to start naming or counting details. It was implicit, and Kirishima understood very well.

"You know what, man, you need to clear your head a little. This week had been rough. What about a beer pong to drain some stress off?"

Bakugo nodded to himself without even glancing at his friend. He needed a distraction, and he was almost sure that a party was a good place to find it.

...

"I can't believe that you, the queen of punctuality, is late" Jirou was losing it with you, the fact that you left her on read after she sent that demanding text and that you were also taking your time on getting ready.

"I'm sorry, Aizawa asked me to feed his cat, and you know how she is"

Blaming your non-biological dad was the ultimate movement in your pocket, so gen z of you.

"Oh yeah, Denki told me about the rizz in your training class. How did it go?" She asked you while picking her nails looking uninterested but you caught her side glancing you.

You slid your black leather skirt on your legs and shrugged.

"Well, you can see the burn marks on my legs here," you pointed above your left knee. "And here," you pointed your right mid thigh.

"Ugh, did you put something on it? That's gonna leave a nasty scar, " you denied, shaking your head.

She was right, but you didn't have anything to tend the wound.

"Does it hurt?" She asked this time, getting close to your leg.

"Yeah it does, like a motherfucker" you giggled. "But it's okay, it's a one-time thing, Aizawa is coming back and I would never ever ever have to sparr with him again"

There wasn't a pun intended in the mention of the one-time thing, but still, you really hoped that you would never have to be in that situation again.

"Well, at least this time was something professional"

You nodded, putting your boots on.

"Oh, but then, when I went to feed the cat, he was there, waiting outside Aizawa's door"

"He was where?"

Denki, as always, appeared out of nowhere, startling the shit out of you. Thank god he was outside the room this time and not hiding in the closet or under the bed.

"I'm pretty sure you heard me right," you said, putting some gloss on your lips. They stayed quiet, urging you to follow the story. "I finished my chores as a good daughter, and when I opened the door to leave Aizawa's apartment, I stumbled against him"

"What was he doing there?" Jirou asked with a quizzed look on her face.

"I don't know, he didn't tell me," you shrugged and turned around. Both of them were looking at each other with suspicious eyes. "What?," you inquired.

"I mean, not because we are your friends and we have to be delulu for you, but it's weird, don't you think?" Kaminari said and looked straight to Jirou for support.

"In a normal situation, we would be feeding you with improbable situations, but right now, I'm even intrigued with Bakugo and his behavior towards you. He seems like he's always trying to bump into you"

You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"Wait a minute, we don't know why he was there. We haven't seen each other in a week less talk to each other, he's not trying anything, maybe he was lost or-"

"Yeah, right, lost." Jirou rolled her eyes sarcastically.

"I know the guy better than you two, and I think that Jirou is more on the correct side than you," Kaminari mumbled.

"Thank you!" Jirou stated, hoping off the bed.

"I think you're both wrong. He's not behaving in a way that's unnatural for him, he's just being obnoxious because what I said to him the other day, he's gonna leave me alone in a couple of weeks and move on to the next" you grabbed your jacket from the hanger and pointed to the door to get them going.

"You're basically saying that he's in fact following you." Kaminari dropped one of his heavy hands in your shoulder to keep you steady on the way to the party.

"She just proved my point without even meaning it." Jirou winked at you while you shook your head.

...

The lights inside the house were faint, a dim glow of absence in the middle of a considerable amount of bodies dancing at the rhythm of the music that was blasting through the speakers.

Jirou and Kaminari were the first ones to get lost inside the crowd, and it was perfectly fine for you. You weren't the kind of friends that were attached to the hip all the time. You respected each other spaces and you knew that eventually, you would find them slightly drunk, and you would hang with them again.

The party was situated inside of someone's home. A person you clearly didn't know. At that point, seeing nothing but unfamiliar faces, you started to doubt that Kaminari knew the owner of the house too.

You poured a transparent liquor in a red cup. You knew that you said earlier that you weren't going to drink, but just a drink won't hurt you.

You were looking at everything, trying to spot someone familiar or a thing to do. You wouldn't consider yourself socially awkward. In fact, people always found you easy to talk to, but you didn't make the first move. Between hi's and hey's, you recognized the characteristically two color bush of hair.

Todoroki was for you, an acquaintance. You knew him for a few classes. He always greeted you back when you raised your hand at him saying hi, but there was always something more. He was handsome and quiet, the mysterious pretty boy full of secrets that every girl wants to conquer. You weren't sure if you were one of them or if it was his vibe and mismatched eyes that always lit a little sparkle inside of you, tingling in your stomach with curiosity.

Well, you know what they say about curiosity killing the cat. Your only job was maintaining the cat alive, so for the sake of that...

"Hey," he said when he saw you approaching.

"Hi," you elevated your voice because of the music. He mimicked that he didn't hear you because of the speakers, so you leaned a little to his side. "Sorry, I didn't know you were into this"

The music, the flashing colored lights, the high pitch of voices from people trying to talk to each other. You included.

"It's friday night. What else can I do?" He shrugged hiding himself a little.

He was still a ball of cotton.

After everything that happened after the war, everyone evolved into a new facet of themselves, forming new angles, new emotions, and new personalities trying to rationale the traumas of the past into something positive.

He suffered a lot, and the fact that his suffering was being broadcast and watched by everyone in the world hurt a thousand times more. He lost all his privacy and the right to deal with the sorrow in his own way without staying in the public eye.

"I can relate to that." You sipped your liquor and scrunched your nose a little. "What are you drinking?" You glanced to his cup, but it seemed to only have water inside.

"It's vodka," he swung the cup in his hand and then gulped all the content down his throat in one go.

"It was vodka," you stated, quirking a brow. That was unexpected. And sexy. "Take mine, I don't like plain vodka"

You gave him your cup, and he accepted without second guesses.

"Do you want me to make you a drink?" He said.

It was subtle. There was no hint of flirtatious intentions. He was soft and friendly but unintentionally.

"Do you know how to make drinks?" You were surprised by his confidence. You doubted your capacities daily, so it was uncommon for you seeing this kind of demeanor, let alone in him. You were projecting.

"Yeah, there's this barman who always appears on my for you page"

He didn't laugh when he said the most mundane thing on the world, so you didn't laugh either.

"Sure, show me what you got"

You followed through the people, and in a moment where everyone was stuck like glue with everybody he grabbed you by your wrist to not lose you.

His fingers were warm, so you could bet it was his left hand. You wouldn't lie to yourself. The pads of his fingers carresing your pulse point in a firm, but soft grip made your cheeks turn red, but there was no chill in your spine or butterflies in your stomach. It was pure tenderness.

Once in the kitchen, the sound of the music lowered a little because of the close doors and the panels of ceramics doing their jobs, preventing the outside.

He moved through the kitchen, hesitating every step he took.

"What do you have in mind?" You leaned in the counter, forgetting you were wearing a slutty top that propelled your boobs almost to you neck.

He side eyed you, and after a peak to your neckline, he became more clumsy.

Your boobs were firm. They weren't big, but they weren't small. Your ex-boyfriends or past flings had always said to you that they were perfect. You knew that tits were tits for them, and the mere concept of boobs was attractive for every straight man.

Lifting your hand without making much fuzz over it, you pulled the top covering the skin.

"I-I," he stuttered, opening and closing a few drawers. He cleared his throat, regaining his confidence again, and showed you a couple of lemons. "Kaminari said once that your favorite drink was Cosmopolitans"

You were surprised by two things. The first was Kaminari talking about you. You needed the context of that conversation, the why, the who, and the how. The second thing was him remembering that unimportant fact about someone who didn't even talk to.

"Yeah," you came back from your stunishment.

Completely, contrary to how he moved in the kitchen fetching all the ingredients, he showed that he was a total expert making drinks, or at least he was good pretending to know how to make them. He used his hands graciously to pour all the things into a shaker he found, and then he poured the most delicated drink you ever saw.

You were used to Kaminari and Jirou mixing all the ingredients stirring them with a straw but that was different.

"Here you go"

The glamor ended when the drink touched the red cup, but we are going to skip that detail.

In your mind, you cursed yourself from the past, the one that swore that would never drink again because after sipping just a drop of that elixir, you couldn't help but want more.

"You shouldn't be moaning like that in front of everybody"

His gruff voice coming from behind made all the hairs in the nape of your neck react.

Of course, the only one that could ruin the perfect moment with the perfect drink and the perfect company was nothing more and nothing less than Bakugo Katsuki himself.

Oh, beloved earth, could it please swallow you already?

...

Bakugo meshed well because of his friends. They were talkative enough to supply the lack of social rudeness of him.

After they arrived at the party, he planted himself in a giant group of men playing beer pong. He played a few rounds and then got bored because everyone was wasted, and for him, it was no fun watching them stumble and laughing at the most stupid things.

His friend helped a little with that. They were talking with Sato and Shoji about some game and some fighting techniques that Bakugo was more than pleased to show interest and even help them with their doubts.

They engaged in a conversation that evolved to many topics that he actually enjoyed. He was fully focused on them when a glance of the color of your hair and the characteristically smile of you dragged all his attention out of the group.

You were wearing just a top and a tiny skirt with black boots that made him want to be stomped on.

Bakugo excused himself of the group. His friends were too busy to realize what was happening and why he was so exalted.

You weren't alone.

You were following that half n' half shithead.

He was the opposite of idiot. He knew how to play his game and how to act when he was committed to spying on someone. He observed from the slight opening between the frame and the door how Todoroki reacted to your presence and vice-versa.

He had a great view of your ass in that skirt. You were leaning on the counter with your ass popping up, and he could notice that Todoroki had a nice peak of your tits. He saw you covering yourself quietly after he became the stupidest person of all times acting distracted and awkward.

"Fucking icyhot," he thought.

Bakugo needed to do something quick, and for one moment, his lack of reasoning won over his structure and square shaped mind.

After that one sentence that drew your attention completely, he saw the change in your posture, the way your smile faded, and how suddenly all your muscles were rigid against every part of your skin that you were showing because of your outfit choice.

He felt intrigued because of the sudden change of your demeanor in response to his presence, and he also felt satisfied with that.

"Oh dear," you sighed, turning around to face him. He never showed any particular emotion, but this time, he couldn't hide the little smirk that appeared on his lips.

"I never expected to see you here," he continued.

You were about to answer when you realized that it wasn't directed to you. He was talking to Todoroki, ignoring your presence in front of him.

"Yeah, I'm not a fan of this kinda stuff," Todoroki said impassive.

"I can notice that," he said with superiority and because of the silence he added. "So what's going on in here? Are you having a little party for yourselves?"

Bakugo knew very well how to play the who can be more annoying game. In a matter of competition, he always won. This wasn't an exception.

"Todoroki was making me a drink, and that's all, now if you excuse us -" you said, opening your eyes and directing them to the door so he could read the room.

"Cool, what'cha drinking?" He didn't wait for your answer and grabbed the drink that you left in the counter taking a giant sip.

The tension in the room was palpable, and you were dying of embarrassment. The booze in your system was not the sufficient amount to get you through what was happening. You wanted to die.

"That's a little too acid for me, but it's good, sure you did a great job"

The way he was saying things was taking you to the verge of lightning him up with your quirk. You looked at Todoroki. He was more than used to weird interactions, but he was looking at Bakugo in a way you couldn't decipher.

"I have an early training at my dad's agency tomorrow, I have to go." Todoroki voice was plain, but when he looked at you, you could see the pity in his eyes. "Maybe next time"

Your entire body was saying sorry, but the words never got to your mouth. You only nodded. He was a good guy and someone that you were actually interested in getting to know, but there was the other bastard ruining everything again.

Both of you saw Todoroki leaving the kitchen, and if someone was looking at the scene from outside, they could've seen how Bakugo puffed out his chest and how the pure rage invaded your body.

"Look what you just did!" You smacked his bicep, and he smirked wider, making you regret smacking him so lightly.

"What? He was totally shitting on himself with you here. I saved his ass. " he pointed towards the door that was still moving with the tandem of Todoroki storming out. "I bet he wouldn't have made it to the second base with you"

"Jeez, that's for me to decide," you whined like a little girl.

"I just did what I had to do"

"Oh my god, what's gotten into you lately?" The bravery made only by the alcohol in your system took control of yourself. "You've been following me and riling me up just for the fun of it. It's been a fucking week I thought that what happened between you and me was more than over, what do you want from me?"

Just as the booze took over your system, Bakugo had his own little thing commanding his decisions. He wasn't sure of what it was.

"I want us to be friends"

You were taken by surprise.

He didn't know what he was doing. He didn't do friends, he didn't need a friend, he had enough but you, what was the deal with you? He found exhausting the feeling of you feeling repulsed by him, the avoidance game that you played very well.

Damn he felt intrigued by your lack of excitement when it came to him. Excitement? The euphoria that tagged along with having the experience with him, people talked about his stamina in bed very often, and that was the clear answer in his head. Was he good enough? Yeah, he was, but it seemed that he wasn't enough for you.

He always knew that his attitude was bad and people loathed him because of it, and it was alright for him. He could definitely still live knowing that. It made sense, at least, hating him for something bad like his demeanor...but sex? He thought he was one of the dudes that the girls wanted more of, the type of guy that the girls will speak of with their friends, the type of guy that would be top tier in a chick's list, well, that really happened before, many times, but what was the problem with you? Why did everyone else he sleep with do that but not you?

He didn't expect the sudden feelings that came along with the concept of you.

Rage. He remained calm in the most stressful situations, but you, with the snap of your fingers and your smart mouth, did everything to put his world upside down, and that wasn't fair for him.

Jealousy. Seeing you flirting, talking with other people when the number of times he had ever spoken to you were almost close to zero than to ten.

Even dependency. He wanted to be close to you so much.

And...confusion, why? why was he feeling so out of control out of nothing?

That's how it felt being pussy whipped?

"Friends?" You snapped him out of his senses.

"Yeah, friends is a word that means -"

"I know what friends are, you stupid asshole." You rolled your eyes at him who was still standing there with superiority after destroying your moment with Todoroki.

"So?" He urged. He was calm even when his mind was racing at the possibility of you saying no.

"What's in for you?" You were suspicious. You knew very well the closed circle of friends he had, only four at best.

"Nothing, I found you not a total waste of space," he said nonchalantly. If you were expecting him to shower you with compliments, you were wrong.

You knew how he was. Always believing he was the best, that his position in the world was above the others, how he called 'extras' the people that were surrounding him but not fulfilling his expectations or even near his expectations, well, if he had one because most of the time people weren't worth his time.

You were exactly the opposite of him. You never had the need to test people out. You never had the need to prove yourself against others. You lived your life day by day, almost unnoticed. You needed to be smarter than him.

"Fine," you conceded. "But, there's one condition"

He scoffed, clearly enjoying and making fun of you for thinking you had the position on making conditions.

"We are not fucking again"

You drew the line.

You've had your friends with benefits before because you knew them. Bakugo was a completely different scenario for you.

He wouldn't lie. He, in his men mind, thought that maybe offering his friendship to you would be the easiest way to get inside your panties. You were not just a pretty face. You had brains.

"Sure, you don't see me fucking with raccoon eyes" he rolled his eyes pretending to be offended.

"Then we have a deal." You smiled tensely at him. He extended his hand for you to take it. "That's how you normally make friends? Like you are selling something?"

"Shake the damn hand"

He used the opportunity of you closing your hand in his to pull you closer to him, stumbling against his broad chest.

You looked at him squirming your eyes, waiting patiently for the moment he decided to fuck everything up. He looked closely at your face, the smuged marks of your eyeliner under the corner of your eyes, the way your lashes curled up and marked more the shape of your eye. He was perplexed by your beauty.

"You left some hair on my pillow, " he said with his voice hoarse, tugging a string of your hair behind your ear.

"We said friends, didn't we?" You smacked his hand far away from near you and he smirked.

"Yeah," he shrugged. "To be honest, I don't know how long this is going to last"

"What do you mean?" You asked, taking the remaining amount of drink in your cup.

"Don't get me wrong. Im a man of my word, but I don't know if you would be able to keep up with our promise"

You laughed at him. You've seen the man naked. You had him on top of you. You didn't need anything from him.

If he wanted a challenge, you would be more than happy to comply.

"Yeah, of course," you scoffed, "I have so little control of myself that I won't be able to keep my hands to myself."

The tone in your sarcasm was rich. He found it amusing.

"Laugh all you want, but I'm not going to be the one suffering because of this dumb decision of keeping us as only friends"

The seriousness on his voice sent a chill up and down through your spine.

"You are so full of yourself." You laughed again, but this time, it was a nervous laugh.

He put his hands up in redemption while walking backward toward the door and then left you all alone in the kitchen with your thoughts.

Was he drunk, too?

He was, only ten minutes after you accepted on being his friend, in fact, suffering because of your quick answer and condition to not mess with each other. He needed strategy, thinking logically to make you make the first move with him.

He didn't know what was the thing responsible for him being so stubborn when it came to you. He didn't know if it was like those occasions when you became obsessed with the things that were out of your reach. The negative of you about being even near him again. He didn't understand a thing about what was going on. But he did know that he was Bakugo Katsuki, and when he had something - someone in this case - in mind, he didn't give up until he had it in his hands.

(Not proofread yet)

End note: I'm working late cause I'm a writer. I tried to make it longer because I made you wait a week for it, so enjoy! Todoroki making us our favorite drink? We know that since he discovered youtube shorts and reels (not tiktok because he is half boomer and socially awkward) he's been stuck with watching short videos every day, cocktail videos and house projects are his favorite, I have no doubt about that.

A penny for your thoughts about this (not really but express yourself)

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AHH I luv Rich w a shy reader 🤭 Could u maybe do him taking shy!readers virginity ahahhsjdhebskfj

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~smut!~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] mentions of prep fingering, oral (fem receiving) p in v, praising, just soft smut in general, sorry guys no filthy kinky stuff here this time <3

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⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ I think Richie actually would have took time to think out how he'd have sex with you for the first time, which is a first because Richie barely ever puts thought into anything. But really, that's only because joking about having sex is one thing, but actually doing it is like a different thing entirely.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Truth be told, Richie was nervous as fuck.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ You're a virgin, he's a virgin, neither of you have ever done anything remotely sexual, so how the hell is he supposed to do this? He'd been talking a big game about how big his cock was for weeks now, what if his dick isn't actually as big as he thought it was?

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Ultimately, he decided the best course of action was to do something romantic to make you feel comfortable. He invited you over when his parents weren't home, and right away you notice that he actually cleaned his room and had done a half decent job at combing his hair (which like, that's fucking pointless cuz like it's gonna end up messy anyways-) ⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Richie started off slow, putting his hands on your shoulders while he gave you an oddly sensual kiss. Usually he just kissed you kind of roughly, which usually lead to a French kiss. But not this time. ⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ When he finally got down to knitty gritty, he was very careful, because he knew how shy and easily anxious you were. He was sure to ask you if certain things were okay before he actually did them, and asked for your preferences beforehand.

"Hey doll, can you touch here?" "Is it okay if I put my hand there?" "Do you want the lights off? It's totally fine if you do, but just so you know you're perfect and I'd love to see if you if you'll let me."

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ If you wanted the lights off, he'd respect your wishes immediately and flick them off. His breath would hitch as you slowly allowed him to take your clothes off, one piece at a time. His mouth would greedily yet slowly trail kisses along your stomach and breasts while his hands stroked and rubbed at your thighs. ⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ He'd make sure to meet your eyes for consent as his hands ran up your thighs and thumbed at the button of your shorts. As soon as you nodded, Richie would eagerly unbutton and unzip them, tugging them down your legs in a slow, yet clearly excited gesture.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ He would place a kiss over your panties before pulling them down as well and gently lapping his tongue over your clit, eliciting a moan from you. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing? But based on the noises you were making, he assumed that was a good thing and continued with it for a few more minutes before slowly pulling his mouth away, his lips swollen and wet from your juices, before slowly inserting a digit or two between your folds to prepare you.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Richie would carefully watch your face, see the redness on your cheeks as you anxiously glanced at his bedroom door as though you were afraid someone would hear the lewd sounds and suspect what you and Richie were up to.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ He was quick to assure you.

"Hey, babydoll, just focus on me, okay? My parents are out, no one will hear you I promise. Just me, baby. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. All good, I swear."

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ When he was finished prepping you with his fingers, he slowly undressed himself and removed his glasses with shaky hands. He took his time rolling a condom onto his length. He told himself it was so you had time to prepare, but really it was because he was nervous as all hell.

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ Soft, gentle strokes the whole time. His eyes are crinkled in pleasure while he breathes heavily and moans shakily. He's barely able to think straight, but he manages to ask how you're doing.

"Are you.. fuck, oh God oh fuck yeah.. you okay, baby?"

⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚ When you're both finished, expect Richie to be all over you, in the cuddly, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, kinda way. After your first time, he'd be more protective over you, mostly because he feels more connected to you than he's ever felt.

[A Note From Zee] So, I'mma take a bit of a break on taking requests (since my inbox has like five more I have to answer, which I will get to I promise), but I have some ideas I wanna do first, thank you. My next post is probably going to be a Yandere Alphabet post since I saw someone else do it and decided I wanted to do it so. Look forward to that.

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

bully⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

friday, kim taerae— select choir

⋆˙⟡ zbully1 smut series masterlist! hanbin, jiwoong, hao, matthew, and taerae included. game day (group) chapter here. all 7 endings here.

⋆˙⟡ wc: 2.7k

⋆˙⟡ reader: just one gn!reader version for this (no pronouns are used at all to describe reader; reader is describe as having a "pretty" mouth but no gendered or femme language)

⋆˙⟡ series summary: five bullies. six days. it's gonna be a hell of a week, babe. stay hydrated.

⋆˙⟡ friday summary: it's the end of the most bizarre week of your life. last year, you would've been overjoyed to spend time in select choir with your friend kim taerae. but that all went down the drain after hanbin recruited him into his group of incessant jerks... and he's desperate to officially be one of the guys.

⋆˙⟡ warnings: explicit smut. 18+. minors do not interact. please read specific smut warnings under the cut! swearing. angst. slight dub-con. bullying. the lore for taerae is so SAD. i'll make sure his ending is happy, i promise. also we've got a ft. hanbin chapter but just in digital form.

⋆˙⟡ bully scale: ★★★★★ (5.0)

(idk the bully scale is subjective but like imagine your best friend saying this shit about you WHY IS HE DOING THAT OMG jk i know why and soon you will too)

EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: oral, (taerae receiving), throat fucking (reader receiving), brief handjob and heavy petting (taerae receiving), cumming without warning in mouth, filming of sexual act, voyeur!hanbin, slight dubcon but like for both of them kind of idk you'll see but it's slight, bullying, the usual.

friday.

you should be elated that this week is nearly over. and you are. mostly, anyway. 

but there was an indescribable thrill to all this that you couldn’t seem to shake. all that talk of ravens yesterday had got you thinking...

 why did you dislike ravens in the first place?

thinking. crying. haphazardly finishing all of your assignments due friday that you’d procrastinated the whole week. urgent texts to and from mina after her ✨jiwoong oppa✨ stood her up for their date.

one thing was for certain: you desperately need sleep.

that’s why you’re currently falling asleep sitting up, hard-back music folder open in your hands as professor yoo works with the bass section. the lowest notes of “requiem” are soft and soothing and, for you at this sleep-deprived moment, very dangerous. 

luckily a sharp elbow to the shoulder jolts the drowsiness right out of you.

you look to your left to find kim taerae giving you one of the most judgmental glares you’ve ever earned in your life.

you would expect nothing less from him.

at one time a judgmental glare from taerae was the equivalent of a hug. you returned the gesture happily. and also threw in some hugs whenever he’d let you. he squirmed a bit, but the big smile that would grow on his face made it all worth it.

but there’s no warmth behind his eyes now. just a sharp elbow pointed at you, threatening to strike again if you didn’t shape up quick enough.

“you’re gonna get yourself in trouble,” he warns with a frown.

you roll your eyes. “why do you care?”

“because, unfortunately, some people still think we’re friends,” he says, making thin lines with his pencil on a page of his sheet music. “and i don’t want to suffer the social consequences of your embarrassing actions.”

“mm,” you agree wordlessly. “guess i should’ve thought of that myself.”

he doesn’t respond for a few moments, eyes focused on his sheet music until an audible sigh comes from his direction. “why are you so tired anyway? s’not like you.”

“for all you know, it could be,” you retort with a huff. “maybe i’m a real night owl now. maybe i’m out partying or smoking or... something.”

taerae snorts. “jiwoong hyung was not lying about those tragic acting skills.”

“oh, fuck off,” you reply.

his eyes widen. and then promptly squint with suspicion. “since when did you swear like that?”

you frown, trying to discern what he could mean. hadn’t you always been this uninhibited with your tongue? 

the answer was no. you hadn’t. and this new speech pattern of yours had a very specific origin: monday afternoon. you exhale a chuckle. maybe you had yet to realize the full extent of how this week has changed you.

and how your desire to change back continues to dwindle.

you just shrug, returning your focus to your music. you feel taerae’s eyes on you as you track your vocal section’s part in “requiem”.

you and taerae had purposefully chosen seats next to each other in choir last year so that you could goof off together during every possible free moment. it was also convenient for your parents, who always wanted to get pictures of you two together during concerts ever since high school.

now you wish you went to different universities altogether.

ironically, you might’ve had a better chance of remaining friends if you’d had distance. but you and taerae disagreed quite adamantly at the time.

halfway through your two-hour rehearsal, you’re allowed a fifteen minute break to grab water and stretch your legs. you always wander off down the empty storage hallway, where your favorite vending machine is hidden in plain sight— the one with the oreos and cheez-its and bugles in it. 

pulling out your debit card, you insert the chip into the machine and punch in the number for the snack of your choosing. you watch happily as it falls down from it’s spiral prison into the dispenser below. you start to bend down when a hand reaches in before you and grabs your snack.

“hey, what the—…” you trail off as you come face to face with a cavernous dimple. “give it back. now.”

“you’re so touchy today,” taerae condemns with a click of his tongue. he holds your snack high above his head, dangling it in a challenge. “seriously, what’s gotten into you this week?”

“oh, you know exactly what,” you huff, reaching for the snack in vain.

taerae laughs. “i guess a better question would be: what hasn’t gotten into you this week?”

“you’re so fucking funny,” you snap, fingers finally closing around the wrapper as you yank it down. 

taerae’s brow is raised in surprise, not really caring about the repossession of the snack. “seriously, i’m not used to you swearing like that. i’m not sure if i like it.”

“i assumed there was nothing you liked about me anymore,” you retort, tearing open your snack and shoveling the processed glory down your throat.

“that’s not true,” he replies, hand suddenly reaching to your face. he brushes his thumb across your bottom lip, a crumb transferring from you to him. he brings his thumb to his own lips and tastes it. “i still like your pretty mouth.”

when you finally manage to pick your jaw up off the ground, you shake your head. “i know you don’t think of me like that.”

“uh...” taerae mumbles awkwardly, glancing at the row of shelves behind you. “sure, i do.”

“oh yeah? how about mina’s pool party two years ago? when we—.”

“OH, actually you—,” he interjects urgently, glaring at you to shut up. normally you would. but after this week, you no longer feel bound to quiet compliance. “you don’t need to—.”

“—were playing spin the bottle and it landed on me and you threw up in the pool because you were so disgusted by the mere thought of kissing me—”

his lips crash onto yours, hand cupping your cheek. it’s a demanding, yet tentative kiss and you’re even more confused when it ends.

you take a step backward, folding your arms across your chest. 

“can you just—...” taerae grabs your arm and pulls you closer to him, glancing again at the row of shelves behind you. “yes, that’s perfect.”

“what’s perfect?” you ask with a frown, starting to grow immune to strange behavior after the week you’ve had.

“oh, um.... you,” taerae answers after a moment with a smirk. “you were always so perfect, (y/n). perfect grades. perfect manners. perfect body. i used to jump at the chance to sleep over when your mom would let me. you used to beg her until she finally said yes, because she knew you'd never misbehave. remember, honey?"

eyes wide at the dark shift in his tone, you nod slowly.

“you were so innocent... you slept shirtless, for fuck's sake. peacefully dreaming, while i pretended to be asleep on the floor,” he continues, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “hoping i wouldn't wake you up if i just lifted the covers to get a peek."

when you thought the worst of your pain this week was over…

“tae,” you breathe, eyes watering— pleading for this not to be true. it couldn’t be. at least... not in the vulgar way he was describing it. "you don't mean that."

at the sound of your despair, there's a momentary flash in his eyes. regret. you still know him like the back of your hand.

“why are you doing this?” you ask, hands flying to cup either side of his face. he flinches, trying his best not to look you in the eye again. trying not to let you see. “you don’t have to be my friend anymore if you really don’t want to. but i don’t know why you want to be like them when you’re miles better than they’ll ever—.”

“alright, that’s enough.”

the muffled, tinny voice comes out of nowhere. you look around your immediate surroundings, trying to discern where it came from.

“c’mon, you were doing so well,” the voice rings again. “you said you had this under control, bud. was i wrong to put my trust in you?”

“no, hyung,” taerae answers, shaking his head. “i—… i can do it.”

“hanbinnie?” you ask and then cough awkwardly to cover up the fact you just called your arch nemesis so affectionately. yesterday must’ve gotten to you more than you know. “i mean, hanbin-ah! what the actual hell is going on?”

“no need to worry about it, sweetheart,” hanbin’s voice dismisses again. taerae’s eyes dart towards the shelves behind you once more. you follow his gaze— jaw dropping when you see two camera lenses staring back at you. 

“what—...” you fumble, shaking your head in disbelief as you look at the back of taerae’s phone— propped up with a black music folder. “you’re recording this!?”

“afraid so,” hanbin answers for taerae. “i didn’t really think he could follow through without some supervision. don’t mind me though. unless you just can’t help yourself...”

while at the beginning of this week a situation as perverted and bizarre as this would’ve had your whole nervous system shutting down, you’re still standing tall. present in this strange moment. you smirk.

“aw, tae,” you coo mockingly, turning to your former friend. “how sentimental of you...”

a brow arches in confusion back at you. “what are you––?”

“of course you’d wanna capture such a special moment on camera,” you continue with a patronizing nod. “it’s not every day that you lose your virginity.”

“HEY THAT’S—…” taerae starts to yell at you for sharing this embarrassing personal detail that you’re sure he never disclosed to hanbin. “that’s… that’s not true.”

“oh come on, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you twist the metaphorical knife as hanbin stifles a laugh. “i’d be happy to help you out with that, since i was the one who had to listen to you whine for four years about how you were still. a. fucking—”

two fingers are down your throat in an instant. you gag, trying to step backwards, but taerae’s hand finds the back of your head— holding you in place. he removes his fingers slowly, pupils dilating when you whimper in fear.

“i’ve decided i don’t like the swearing,” he says, a sickening hint of sweetness in his tone. any upperhand you had is now gone as he traces your lips with his thumb. “such a pretty mouth. those filthy words shouldn’t be coming out of it.”

“y-you don’t get to decide that,” you stammer unconvincingly.

“so that’s what you really want, then?” he asks, sticking his thumb further into your mouth. you suck obediently. “you wanna have a filthy mouth?”

you nod, his thumb still pressed against your tongue— cheeks hollowed out as taerae bites his lip hungrily.

“then you can have it,” he says before removing his thumb from your mouth and pressing down on your neck and shoulder— forcing you to your knees in front of him. you guess joining the soccer team had really improved his strength. “just remember it’s what you said you wanted.”

taerae unbuttons his jeans, pulling the zipper down. he freezes, clearly unsure of what to do next. maybe this is your opportunity to wiggle your way out of this. if only your curiosity wasn’t equally as strong.

“we––... i have to audition after this,” you protest weakly. “when break’s over, i have to audition for the solo i’ve been prepping for so i want to keep my voice warm right now and—.”

“ah, that’s right. i did forget about that,” he affirms, looking up at the ceiling in thought before smirking back down at you. “but i think i can help keep it pretty warm, actually.”

your attempt to level with taerae only seems to encourage him as he pulls down his jeans and boxer-briefs. you inhale sharply as his hard cock comes to eye-level, so close you can really examine it. though it’s slightly smaller than hanbin’s, it’s thicker and you need to know immediately how it feels in your hand.

“whoah, you—,” taerae stumbles, eyes wide as you take him eagerly in your hand. he stares at you, lips parted as you start to pump him. “holy shit.”

“you’re sure you wanna do this?” you ask, pausing your motion to make eye contact with him. you can tell he doesn’t want you to stop, but there’s conflict lingering there that he just can’t seem to hide.

taerae clears his throat, shaking his head as he resumes his tough guy act. eyes cold once more, he shrugs. “a hole’s a hole.”

after a year of judgmental berating from your former best friend, it was almost comforting to know that he was capable of being even meaner than he already was. it meant that, for whatever reason, he usually didn’t want to be any meaner to you.

he takes both of your hands in one of his, keeping you from using them as his other hand finds the back of your neck again— guiding your face towards his cock. taerae doesn’t need to give much guidance though. you’re aching to get a taste and the way your lips sink down around him nearly knocks the wind out of him.

back pressed against the side of the vending machine, his thumb presses into your cheek— feeling himself inside of your pretty mouth. you swirl your tongue around his tip, causing him to moan softly.

there’s a little bit of rustling coming from where taerae’s phone is propped up on the shelf. you wonder if hanbin’s enjoying this. if he’s touching himself— wishing he was throat deep in you instead.

“c’mon, bud. is (y/n) running this show or are you?” hanbin asks, tone laden with frustration.

“i—... i am,” taerae asserts, grip tightening across the back of your neck. 

he starts to thrust gently into your mouth, an action that you’re not so familiar with. it rattles you a bit— loss of control after feeling like you were gaining it back.

“this is what you asked for, baby,” he reminds you, shallow thrusts starting to venture a bit deeper. “remember? you said you wanted a filthy mouth. so i’m gonna make a mess of it.”

you find the right rhythm to breathe through the thrusts. the tip of his cock is dangerously close to entering your throat, sending another wave of anxiety through you. but it’s not for long. 

your eyes meet taerae’s and, though he’s the one putting you in that danger, you suddenly feel very safe. you let out a sigh, the vibration causing him to mewl. he scratches at your neck affectionately, putting pressure against it to feel himself inside you as he fucks your throat.

“see, keeping that throat nice and warm,” taerae coos as his breathing gets heavier— and his moaning gets louder. “take me so well, i—.”

“shut the fuck up, dude,” hanbin scolds, his own breath growing labored. “do you wanna get caught before you can win the—?”

before hanbin can finish his thought, you feel a warm, sticky liquid begin to pour down your throat. you pull off of taerae, sputtering and coughing as you try to swallow it down. wiping your mouth, you look up at taerae who is looking at you like he wants to dive straight into the han river and never return.

“for fucks sake, are you actually a virgin or something?” hanbin asks angrily. “is that really all you can last for? and, jesus, you’ve gotta warn someone before you do that.”

your throat is starting to burn and you’d love to be able to say something, anything, but the rasp that comes out isn’t pleasant-feeling. you rub at your throat with your now-free hands as taerae’s expression just turns more horrified.

“did i... did i hurt you? fuck, i didn’t mean to—,” taerae starts to babble uselessly until hanbin claps loudly.

“good work, team!” he says as he finishes his round of applause. “mvp definitely goes to me, for coming up with this idea in the first place. i’ll see the campus activities secretary at the big game tomorrow, right?”

“mm,” is all you can croak out. you wish it sounded angrier.

“and i’ll see you at practice tonight, man. i—,” hanbin cuts himself off with a confused look. “wait, where did he go?”

you face forward, expecting to see taerae standing next to the vending machine but... hanbin’s right. he’s vanished.

“that kid’s a piece of work,” hanbin says, shaking his head. “you think he’d be more grateful after i took him under my wing and made him popular. i even got him a spot on the soccer team after a lot of private coaching. i mean, he’s benched for life, but still!”

you’re a saint among men, is what you wish you could say. instead, you just roll your eyes.

“just take his phone and give it back to him in class, will you?” hanbin asks as you stand up and make your way toward the shelves. “and drink some hot tea for that throat, okay? throw some honey in it and you’ll be good as new for tomorrow, i promise.”

you sigh. and you nod. and you pick up taerae’s phone and end the video call. 

and you go back to choir and sit in your black music chair and wait for taerae to come back, but he doesn’t. and when it’s time to audition for the solo you’ve been preparing for, you stay seated and quiet. 

seated and quiet.

like you’ve been for so long.

and when practice ends and the choir room is empty and you remain seated and quiet in your black music chair and tears begin to well up in your eyes, you don’t cry.

you smile.

you stand up.

you shout (briefly, so as not to disturb anyone in neighboring classrooms).

at some point or another, you forgot how to do these things. or you were made to feel like you couldn’t or shouldn’t. 

but that’s who you really are.

who you were always meant to be.

not a juliet. not a violin. not a goalie. not a bird. not a pretty mouth.

you.

you pick up your bag off the floor (and taerae’s) and throw them both over your shoulder, making a beeline toward the door.

absolutely, hanbinnie, you think. you’ll see me at the big game.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Sides of Billy Only You See

Early morning sleepyhead: Billy is not a morning person, but the fact that he has to make it to work to make a living is a great motivator. He always tries to gather extra patience when greeting you and talking with you after he wakes up because he doesn't want to say anything he doesn't mean, and you are always the most important thing to him.

Contemplating his actions: He knows that sometimes he says unnecessarily mean things or takes the conversation too far when his temper gets the best of him, and he does feel bad about it when it happens. You'll sometimes catch him getting quiet, looking off into the distance or down at his shoes for a few minutes before making an uncomfortable trek up to someone he owes an apology to.

Introspective curiosity: After everything he has been through, Billy has repetitive episodes of wondering why he has certain feelings and what the meaning of his future is. This is usually late at night when you can find him chainsmoking next to an open window, playing soft music so as not to wake you. He will always let you in on his thoughts and questions, and you are always there to remind him that he is a good person despite his past, and he is healing.

Childlike playfulness: He would never let anyone else know it, but Billy gets excited pretty easily, and he loves to rough house and tease you and his closest friends. He will sling you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and spin you around until you're both dizzy, have splashing fights with you in the pool, and will chase you around the house, jumping over furniture to play an impromptu game of tag. He loves the simply joys of childlike fun.

Notes around the house: He works some early mornings and some late nights, so he is always leaving you sweet notes on the fridge, on the counter, in your bag. Despite what other people probably believe, he is rather well-spoken in writing, and he is always signing his notes with, "your secret admirer" to keep the inside joke alive about how the two of you met.

Singing and dancing: Billy loves music, and even though he keeps his cool well in front of others, he will always sing, dance, tap on random things around the room/car, and pretend like he's putting on a show for you. He will also never confess out loud that he is a diehard Duran Duran and WHAM! fan. He is always playing music at home, and he will randomly walk into the room, grab your hand, and spin you around before engaging you in a partner dance while he lipsyncs to whatever song is playing.

He cares what your family and friends think: Billy always takes the time to think carefully about how he acts and speaks in front of your family and friends. He wants them to know that you are treasured and well taken care of, and he is careful to always be as respectful and patient as possible when interacting with them. Your parents adore him, and your friends are starting to come around after seeing how helpful and empathetic he really is, even if they already knew of his past.

This is my first time making one of these, and I'll definitely add to it as I think of more. These are just some starting ones that I think of a lot.

[lyssaluvs]

Kiss it better - Cal Kestis

Summary/Request - Here

Warnings - Mentions of violence/wounds, some naughty words, Cal DIES, no he doesn't, just joshin

A/N - I hope this is what you had in mind, enjoy!

Cal was always putting himself at risk.

Constantly coming back to the Mantis cut upon scrape, not even a couple days after his last fight.

As much pain as he was in, it almost hurt you more.

With every punch and kick to his body, your heart became more and more bruised.

He rarely let you join him when he was throwing himself into danger.

And that leads you here, sitting on the Mantis, bouncing your leg, and biting your nails.

"He'll be fine. Stop your worrying, you'll make yourself sick!" Greez said, waving a three-fingered hand through the air.

"I know, I know."

Just as you had finished your sentence, the Mantis door slides open, and Cal comes stumbling in.

You immediately shoot from your spot on the couch and place your hands on his shoulders, surveying him for wounds.

"I'm fine, just a little banged up," He reassures you with a soft smile, placing his hand on you waist.

You spy a nasty cut on is brow, and a split lip.

"Come on, that needs cleaning." You say, gesturing to his wounds and guiding him to the bathroom in which you keep the medical supplies.

He assumes his position on the counter as you reach for the first aid kit. Your actions smooth as a well-oiled machine, having done this many times before.

You swiftly clean and dress the cut on his brow, and throw the used bandages and cotton swabs into the bin.

You turn away from Cal and exhale sharply, placing one hand on your hip and the other over your brow.

Feeling the familiar sting in your nose and wobble of you lip you raise your eyes to the ceiling.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Cal rushes out as soon as he sees your behaviour.

"You can't keep doing this, Cal. I can't go on like this."

"Like what, sweetheart? What's the matter"

He takes your hands into his and looks at you with the utmost concern in his eyes.

"Every time you go out to do some heroic bullshit, all I do is sit and worry. Worry if it's the last time i'm going to see you walk out the door. I worry if the last time I heard you laugh, or saw you smile, is going to be the last time ever. I can't lose you Cal."

The tears were flowing freely down your cheeks by the time you had finished explaining, and Cal didn't hesitate you wipe them away.

"I would never do that to you, sweetheart. It may be a little selfish but I couldn't stand not seeing you again, and that's what I think about every time I'm out there. Every time I draw my weapon, and every time a blaster bolt flies past my head, you're the only thing I think about."

His eyes bore into yours, his hands still gently cupping your face.

"This split lip is gonna be a little hard to get to, you might just have to kiss it better..." He whispers

You close your eyes, and slowly lean in.

Suddenly, the door slides open with a hiss.

You and Cal whip your heads towards the door to meet the raised eyebrow of a certain Latero.

"Lunch is ready, lovebirds."

credit to @cafekitsune for the divider!

[baldurs-gape]

i see what you did. 'these are my sins but im not to blame' hehe

I was so hoping someone would see that and think it funny. Nonnie, you are officially my new favourite person XD You know what? I fancy keeping with the spicier side of things today. So we'll have some misuse of magic, I'm sure Mystra wouldn't approve.

Weave Your Magic

There was that glow again from Gale's tent. Honestly, the amount of time the man spent mooning over that goddess of his was pitiful. Astarion had half a mind to sneak up and scare the crap out of Gale just to start teaching him to associate conjuring up Mystra's image with fear. That would get him to stop. It was worth a shop because Astarion was really starting to struggle with ignoring the soft blue light spilling from the tent next door.

On light feet, he crossed to the flap of Gale's tent and waited a moment, making sure he hadn't been detected. Once certain, Astarion was already grinning to himself. This was too easy.

"Yargh!" He growl-yelled as he pounced into the tent and Gale let out a shriek. The blue form in his palm blipped out of existence before Mystra's head was there again. But Astarion was sure it wasn't Mystra before his scare, it looked nothing like a human head. How curious.

"Don't you know it's a very bad idea so scare a wizard with a ticking time bomb in his chest?" Gale was already lecturing him, hand pressed to his chest to calm his wildly beating heart. It was nice to hear it galloping so fast, Astarion wasn't going to lie. "Not to mention how discorteous it is to be so loud at such a late hour of the night. What if you or your actions woke the others?"

Still smirking, Astarion looked at his nails smugly. Almost idly he said, "Then I guess they'd be grouchy with you for screaming so loudly. It's not my fault you can't control yourself."

"I think you'll find my self-control is second to none, thank you."

Eyes flitting up, Astarion's smile turned dirty. "Is that so?"

Flushing, Gale pursed his lips. "I'm not falling for your cheap jokes. Now, was there anything you were actually wanting from me?"

"No. Just keep the light show down, some of us nocturnal types actually enjoy the dark."

No more light leaked from the tent that night and Astarion was almost a little disappointed. Part of him had hoped Gale would be a petty little shit just because he could be. Alas, it seemed that not everyone liked being as contrary as Astarion did. Shame.

However, a couple of nights late there was the glow again, much fainter, as though something was trying to block out the light. Sneaking closer, Astarion's ears popped uncomfortably and he realised he walked through a dampening bubble that not quite hugged Gale's tent. Interesting. Very interesting.

Peering in, Astarion was ready to jump and scare Gale again but the sound caught in his throat. Sure, Gale was standing there as usual but in his palm wasn't the projection of Mystra, it was...actually, Astarion had no clue quite what it was but it sure looked phallic and fun. He watched as Gale murmured with a gesture and the shape curved a little, thickened up at the top. Astarion couldn't keep quiet any longer.

"Mystra have a bit of a facelift?"

Gasping, Gale turned to look at him, eyes wide. The projection in his palm morphed into Mystra's bust. Flustered, Gale looked at it then back at Astarion.

"No?"

"You're a terrible liar." Not waiting for permission, Astarion stepped into the tent and gestured at the blue glow. "Just what were you up to?"

The flush that had started in Gale's cheeks spread rapidly down the exposed sliver of his chest, colouring the mark of the orb as it went.

"Nothing!" As is Astarion believed that. He stayed silent until Gale filled it, "I mean, it's personal. Nothing for you to get invovled with."

"Yet it looks like I'm already invovled." The words were a soft purr as Astarion sidled closer. This was almost laughably easy. "Won't you indulge my curiosity? It looked fascinating. And not something any old wizard could do."

He saw the moment Gale gave in, the desire to share knowledge and prove his genius greater than his discomfort.

"I've been working on refining the melding of two spells. Conjuration, which you've already seen-" here Gale gestured at the glowing spell in his palm, "-and Mage Hand. Together they have quite the potent promise. Similar to Spirit Weapon but more malleable and responsive. It's not an avenue of magic that's been really explored, probably because it doesn't have much of a public audience. Without support there isn't much research that goes into it. Really it's just been me, tweaking it since my Blackstaff days."

"You're making a magical dildo."

Mouth forming silently around outraged words, Gale tried to refute it. However Astarion knew he was right and he crossed his arms over his chest, ready to hear all the denials and arguments. He could see Gale formulating them, almost loud in the silence. In the end, Gale held up one finger and all but growled, "It is so much more than just a magical dildo."

"Let's see it then." Delight was difficult to disguise, especially when Astarion was so intrigued yet also bubbling with emotions. He hadn't thought Gale would be so easy to crack.

The blue glowing changed form once again and there was the dildo. It had a gentle curve which Astarion had seen already, as well as the swollen and that no doubt felt quite nice when pushed over sensitive bundles of nerves. What was a little more surprising was the thickness at the end, gradual and definitely more girthy than most dicks. It also rounded off into something rather aesthetically pleasing but most definitely not the kind of thing Astarion would be willing to put anywhere it could get lost.

"That doesn't look very safe." At Gale's confused look he shrugged. "Don't you want a flared base? Could get, you know-" he whistled and made an upwards motion with two of his fingers to indicate disappearing up.

For a moment Gale stared at him. Actually stared like he was the biggest idiot on earth. It wasn't something Astarion appreciated.

"Just saying. It's not fun getting it out be it reaching in or needing to be cut open to get it."

A flick of the wrist and the dildo was gone. Another flick and it was back. Gone. Back. Gone. Back.

"Alright! You've made your point." Magic. Of course it was as easy as that. Fucking wizards and their easy ways out.

"I wouldn't have made it such a shape if it wasn't safe. Took a while to perfect the gesture to transfer from dismissing Mage Hand to this."

Eyes narrowing, Astarion looked at Gale. "Did you lose a Mage Hand in yourself on purpose?"

"Technically it's not lost if you know where it is."

Ridiculous. Rather than chase the thought of Gale spending a whole night doing whatever it was he did with the Mage Had, Astarion chose to focus on the dildo. Aside from the curve and thickness it also had bumps and ridges, even a few smaller tentacles like a catfish's whiskers that wafted in the air though there was no breeze. It was all very pretty to be honest.

"So, is it as good as it looks?"

"I think so."

All those nights of the blue glow, Gale's griping about his excellent self-control, it was all starting to make sense. After all, he had to have great skill to keep up the dildo, the dampening spell and holding back his own noises at once, all while in the throes of an orgasm. Impressive. Astarion tipped his head to the side.

"What's your process?"

"Lube-"

"No! I meant for designing. How do you decide what it looks like?"

"Oh!" Gale flushed again, just when his usual colour was starting to return. "I see an idea or a shape in nature or art and try to recreate it if I think it would feel nice."

Astarion hummed, eyes back on the dildo. "I'd do it the other way so to speak. Stick it in and figure out what feels nice. Pull it out then try to make it pretty."

The way Gale stared at him suggested it was a whole new world his eyes had just been opened to. Nodding, he licked his lips, mind obviously already elsewhere. It was time to capitalise on it.

"Just think, it's in you, already pressing so nicely into you. But as you push it out it would feel so much better if it was a smidge bigger. The ridges stretching your rim before it goes slended again, all while the tip is just growing and growing, filling you so good." Astarion leaned in, breath ghosting over Gale's neck. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Make it vibrate. Think you could keep quiet then? Keep your focus and control?"

"No." The word was a broken whisper of need.

"Then teach me some of the spells. I want to watch you."

"Yes."

"Now?"

A scroll was thrust at Astarion and he laughed. This was going to be an excellent night.

[agustdiv1ne]

soft thought before i sleep:

i remember seeing gyu say he really liked getting head pats from his mom while he slept as a child.. what if he did that with you?

always kissing a certain part of your head: maybe where a mole/birthmark is, on your nose, the lobe of your ear, wherever and then giving you a small head pat, rustling your hair just a bit with his fingers and whispering a small goodnight, honey. i love you

FUCK

YESSS MOON U GENIUS

beomgyu who gets his head patting habit from his mom i'm so :'))) i think he would start patting your head when he starts crushing on you, using it as a way to get closer to you...it starts to become how he shows his feelings for you, hoping you'll catch on, but to no avail. he does that to all his friends, right? you say to yourself one day. he overhears and in his head he's like NO. I DON'T ACTUALLY. eventually he gets the guts to confess, telling you how he thought he was obvious since you're the only one he's ever given headpats and cheek kisses to hello??? and you're like oh. oh my god. your face grows warm and suddenly his hand is on top of your head again, chuckling about how mf adorable you are *cries*

no matter how tall you are, you're getting headpats from him!! that's the law!!! the action makes you feel safe, especially when he starts doing it right after he kisses you literally anywhere. there's something about how gentle he is with it, how tender he is with you compared to anyone else. beomgyu is a sappy little romantic, wanting to always be close, always be touching you in some way — and the light pats against your head are just the cherry on top <33

[rin-sa]

Serval x Reader

Attention, I do not speak English, the work was written with the help of a translator.

TW: Hints on yandex, nsfw.

– Listen, Serval... don't get me wrong.… But I have to hit the road soon! So, let's sit for another 15 minutes and I'll go? You ask awkwardly, running your hand through your hair.

– How's the journey going? Which way...? – the girl is worried about what she just heard.

The mug of tea is placed on the table with a certain clatter on the saucer, the Serval looks at you in disbelief, hoping that she heard it.

– Which way is it? You know, traveling the galaxy! There, along with the Astral Express..! they are... - you're being interrupted.

– No, no! But what about me!? I thought we were going to be together... Are you really going to leave me here alone? - Serval's face expresses fear and obvious concern that you are going to leave her.

The girl immediately grabs your hand in hers, paying full attention to herself.

– Are you kidding!? You're kidding! Yes? - she shakes you convulsively, trying to calm down. – Ha ha! A very funny joke...

It's not like her at all. Is panic taking over the mechanic from Belobog?

– Serval, this is not a joke. I am completely serious in my words. Calm down.

All the girl's hopes collapsed with a bang, leaving her terrified. The elder Landau's face darkens, and the grip on your palm becomes tighter, you involuntarily grab your wrist with your free hand, wanting to free yourself.

The atmosphere in the workshop becomes eerie, as if snow had fallen and everything began to freeze inside the room itself. It gives you the creeps, because you've never seen a Serval like this! There is clearly something wrong with her and it is very annoying for you, unsettling.

– Hey..! Tell me already, what's wrong with you? - you ask anxiously, hoping for an answer.

She pulls you to her in an instant. While one hand is holding yours, the other is already at your waist, trying to pull your body closer to itself.

"That won't do, honey. Do you think I can let you go on some kind of galactic Express trip?

Before you know it, you're pinned against the counter with your back, her leg is between yours, propping you up so that you don't fall. Serval's actions are neat, she treats you with awe.

– Don't worry, the door is closed, no one will come in. - the girl calms you down and you feel her palm releasing your hand, moving to the fallen strand, tucking it behind your ear. Her fingers trace the line of your chin with a gentle touch before gently grabbing it and briskly touching your lips.

Without leaving a second to think, the Elder Landau deepens the kiss, casually pushing her tongue through. The hand on your waist tightens, forcing you to desperately squirm and resist. However, everything is in vain, there are not enough forces to push the girl away, and it's somehow wrong for you, because she's your friend? Although, she didn't do the right thing to you either, but no one cares. So your maximum is mumbling on the lips.

– You should relax. Do you think this fight of yours will help now? ‐ without waiting for your answer, the Serval suddenly lifts you up and sits you down on the counter, casually spreads your hips so that there is room to be even closer to you.

She is amused by the way you are silent, to which she sighs and starts kissing you again. This time, her light kisses become a path from your soft lips to your collarbones, which she hastily exposed by unbuttoning your shirt.

"I'm going to prove to you that staying with me is the right decision!" You'll see, darling. Serval grins, removing the belt from your trousers and with a deft movement of his hands encloses your wrists in a trap.

You're about to say something, but they shut you up and mockingly click your tongue.

– It's for convenience. I hope you won't mind. Serval giggles, casually pulling off your trousers, making your face flush with embarrassment.

You considered her a friend, nothing more! And what is she doing? Kissing and undressing you! Not only undresses, but also climbs where friends are not supposed to! However, to some extent, you already doubt whether Serval considers you a friend.

Your body shudders when you feel the hot breath of a girl through your underwear. However, they soon got rid of him too.

Everything was wet enough to simulate your arousal. The swollen clitoris only confirmed that you were ready for further action.

– I'll ask you again, don't strain yourself like that... Honey, trust me. - The girl says soothingly, starting to gently caress your outer labia.

The Serval gently spreads them with his tongue in order to expose the inner labia, kissing and licking them. Waiting to see what your reaction would be. The sound you make first.

A soft moan escapes from you as you convulsively turn your head away. Such a strange feeling, but very pleasant. I want more. The girl looks at you and grins. She runs her tongue slowly and weakly over your clitoris, making you gasp and your body shudder in surprise. The heat fills from and to, a pleasant, pulling sensation begins to accumulate in the lower abdomen.

Involuntarily, you give in with your hips to meet her. The serval gleefully returns to your crotch, casually touches a sensitive bump and then goes to another place, teasing you. Her pace is moderate, unhurried. She will not accelerate the movements of her tongue or, conversely, slow down. She likes to annoy you and watch you squirm, bend and move towards her. All this is supported by your pleas mixed with muffled moans.

– Serval... Hurry up, please... - you beg, but you remain ignored.

In response, she just plays with your clitoris until you get closer to orgasm. As soon as your body prepares for the climax, your cheeks turn redder, your face is covered with drops of sweat, and your breathing becomes rapid, the Serval instantly pulls away from you. He lets you breathe for a couple of seconds and returns to caress your labia, leaving you exhausted. She can continue to provoke you for several hours, as long as you don't leave her so soon.

Every time you beg her, whimper and moan with bliss, the Serval smiles mischievously and takes a break for 2-11 seconds, while showering you with compliments and saying how delicious and sweet you are. Her speeches are quickly cut off. She's already nibbling on the delicate skin of the inside of your thigh. And then he rolls over to please you with his tongue, slightly squeezing your hips with his hands, leaving barely noticeable finger marks.

When you finally reach orgasm, her lips hold your clitoris as gently as possible, feeling small pulsations permeating it. Now you were grabbing the edge of the counter with your hands, your body was shaking convulsively, and your eyes were involuntarily closing while your limbs relaxed and gradually became numb due to this position. Serval licked your moisture, reveling in your taste and proudly smiled, pleased with her work done.

"You're in that position now... I doubt you'll be able to go on a trip, honey. – says the girl, straightening up. – Is it so bad to be with me? To be mine?

You're silent. Your body is shaking, you don't care about her words at all. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let you go. I will not let my beloved girl leave me alone. - good night, the Serval continues, kissing you on the neck and gently running his palm through your hair.

[findingnemosworld]

𝐢 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐱𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

( 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞, '𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞', 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲. ( 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 )

( 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲?, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 … 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲?, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 … 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? )

they always said, the forbidden tastes a lot sweeter. and in his case, it tasted far sweeter than it should be.

he wasn't certain how, or in this case what had gotten them to this point, sitting on his couch; each nursing a glass of red wine ( it was not their first ) and chatting over everything and anything they could think of - he believed that it all stemmed from her infectiously kind and welcoming personality, being the club's physiotherapist as well as her vast knowledge on football only seemed to enhance her beauty in his eyes which in turn fueled the carnal desire he had been trying to lock inside of him.

suddenly he notes a teasing smile across her lips which prompted him to ask with a soft voice, " what's on your mind? "

" you'll probably think it's childish " she said, the wine had definitely loosened her up to think of such an idea. " do you know the game truth or dare? "

he raises a brow, he may have heard of this game once or twice seeing as it was popular in movies and media, " somewhat, why? "

" well basically, we can ask each other or dare each other anything that comes into mind - for example " she said, pausing to place her wine glass on the coffee table then she removed her cardigan, the mere action had definitely caught his attention as he notices the ink across her right arm, she then grabs the wine glass to take sip and ask, " truth or dare? "

" truth? " he responds with a confused tone.

her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth, inadvertently drawing his attention to them. " i'll start simple, if you didn't play football, what would you do? "

he grows silent then shrugs, " model, lots of people say i look fitting enough to be done "

" ok, fair enough " she said, " now you can ask me whatever question you have in mind? "

a brief silence washes over them before he asks, " truth or dare? "

" truth " she said.

" what's the best part about being a physiotherapist? " he asks.

she giggles, and he could have sworn the sound resembled a lullaby of some sort. " you gotta try harder with the questions but i'll bite ... i will say, the best part about being a physiotherapist is getting to help keep the athletes healthy, obviously the fans have their perception on athletes but as the physiotherapist i see the passion and hunger in their eyes to get back on the pitch "

he nods then smiles, " that's very noble "

" that's me, the noble savior " she giggles once again before taking a small gulp of her glass, " truth or dare? "

there was a teasing glint in her eyes which prompted him to smirk and say, " truth "

she hides her smile behind the wine glass before asking, " how come you're still single? "

his brows shot up before a chuckle bubbles from his lips, " that's a bit too forward of you querida, don't you think? "

" that's the beauty of this game " she shrugs with a laugh. " you have to answer "

he takes a sip of his wine glass then says, " i haven't found the right woman yet " his gaze bores into hers, " until now "

she looks down for a moment, feeling her cheeks grow warm under his gaze. " ok "

" ok then querida " his lips curve into a wide smile, " truth or dare? "

her lips press together in a thin line before she said, " dare? "

" what am i supposed to ask? " he chuckles.

she instinctively shuffles closer to him, " you can dare me to drink a whole bottle of wine " she laughs then beams, " or "

" or? " he prompts her to continue.

" you can dare me to help you relax " she said with a playful tone.

" help me relax? " he said with a confused smile, " what makes you think i am not relaxed? "

" i can see the stress gathering in your shoulders " she states with a pout, " and being an expert with muscles, i know a few ways in which you can be fully relaxed "

he nods swiftly, and says. " in this case " he whispers, " i dare you, to remove your dress and climb on top of my lap "

her eyes widen with a playful glint igniting in them, she stands up and carefully unzips the dress before shimmying out of it and allowing the material to pool down her legs, revealing the white lace lingerie set that hugged her curves in all of the right places, she bites her lip then leisurely situates herself on top of his lap, a soft gasp escapes her lips the minute she felt the prominent outline of his bulge. " did i do good? " she whispers.

a faint smile adorns his lips, " you're a very good girl " he whispers, his thumb reaches to caress her jaw, " a very good girl "

she bites her lower lip once again before murmuring, " truth or dare? "

he grins, " dare? "

" i dare you ... " she trails off with a playful smile then leans close to whisper in his ear, " to show me how a real man treats a woman "

it was all the affirmation he needed, he wraps his arms around her slender waist whilst she wrapped her arms around his neck, their lips molded together as though they were a puzzle that had just been completed; it started off in a leisure, tentative manner which deepened the moment his tongue swiped over her bottom lip to gain access and immediately collide with her tongue, an uncontrollable muffled moan escaped her lips and was swallowed by his own lips that nearly devoured hers like a starved man, a minute in and he pulls back to catch his breath, his gaze momentarily averts to her heaving chest then back up to her eyes, " if we do this, you're going to be all mine " he warns her, " no going out with all these immature boys, the only person that can touch you " he tightens his hold on her, " kiss you " he adds before trailing kisses across her shoulder, then he leans to her and whispers, " and fuck you, is me "

the sheer command in his tone sent shivers down her spine, her eyes widened in an innocent manner as she whispers. " i dare you to prove it, prove to me that you're better than everyone i have ever been with in my life "

he had lived up to her demand, it happened in a blur; there she was, her knuckles white from gripping the silken bedsheets with all of her might, her lips parted with soft gasps and whimpers escaping from them, " fuck " she cried, " oh my god " her eyelids grew ponderous with the lust that consumed, " right there, yes ... right there "

he leans down and nuzzles his face between her breasts, a sheen layer of sweat coated his skin, as he thrusted in and out of her slick pussy walls, " you take my cock so well querida " he whispers against her skin, pressing soft kisses all over breasts before he crawled up to her face, " you're such a good girl for me "

" don't stop " she whimpers, " please " she wraps her arms around his neck to capture his lips in a kiss.

he happily reciprocated her kiss, all the while his thrusts became sloppy as they've grown rapid in motion. " i'm close querida, can you feel me? "

" yeah, keep going ... " she gasps, " just like that! "

he wraps an arm around her waist to hoist her up off of the bed, while her legs wrapped around his torso to grant him a deeper angle to keep thrusting in and out of her slick walls, " oh god! you feel so good my sweet girl " he groans.

" i am close, i'm going to cum " she whimpers, " fuck ... fuck ... fuck "

the knot in her abdomen exploded followed by feeling the warmth of his own arousal spilling inside of her, " oh fuck " he groans, " such a good girl " he whispers, " taking me like that, yes " he hisses before collapsing on top of her for a brief moment. " i don't think i can afford to pull out " he chuckles.

she giggles breathlessly, " i'll just hold you in my arms then "

he looks up and gently kisses her, " you're all mine now "

" wouldn't want to be anywhere else " she smiles softly.

[loversberceuse]

Hi again. I wanna play with Lunes hair. It looks so fluffy and smooth which makes me wanna play with it even more... But I have basic human sense and would not touch without permission. Which would lead to me just staring at him. Would it creep him out when he isn't affected by the disease, yeah. But like you said, he is major touch starved and I am too.

And I wanna give him a small nom to... I love showing affection through small play bites. Nothing painful or I will cry if hurting them. Now all I see is when he let me play with his hair. I just randomly nom his shoulder making him freak out...

Anyways! I am totally not hyper fixated on this silly lil blog. Ignore that I don't write and when I do it's not as detailed!

Hello, again! Fancy seeing you here! I appreciate all the asks, I love writing for Lune :)

Lune, as you did mention, generally does not like physical touch. This being said, I decided to do a sort of.. Different fic.

Before the disease:

It's a quiet day in the mattress store. Everyone seems to enjoy staying in their own spaces today, and you're honestly really enjoying it. Well, you're mostly enjoying it. Lune has disappeared off into his "room," and you'd really like to spend some more time with him. Out of everyone here, he's probably the easiest to talk to and just be around.

You decide to see what he's up to. Making your way to his room is a bit of a nightmare, since the store is filled to the brim with supplies. Everyone had tried to set it into a small corner, but things never really turned out that way.

After dodging many boxes of canned food, you finally make it to Lune's room. You knock, hear a hum of approval, and enter.

"Hey, I was just wondering what you were up to today!" You sit down next to him and offer him the blanket you brought with you. It's the Hello Kitty blanket, the one he's always staring at for some reason.

He takes it, albeit cautiously, and wraps it around himself. "Thanks.. I'm not up to much.. I've been drawing, actually.."

"Oh, you draw? That's cool! Can I see?"

"No."

The conversation dies off, and you find yourself staring at him. Well, not him, but his hair. It's just so fluffy, and you bet it could be braided. Maybe you can ask, he could say yes. "Can I t-"

"I know what you're looking at, and no. You can't do anything to my hair. Can you leave now? I want to finish this drawing." He motions to a little sketchbook at the end of his bed.

You sigh, then nod. "Sure, I can leave. I'll be back later, though!"

He nods at you and picks up his sketchbook. That's your queue to leave, so you do.

Maybe one day.

During the disease:

Lune's found himself thinking more about you lately. He loves absolutely everything about you. He loves your eyes, your hair, the way you smell, everything. The blanket you'd given to him a while ago is his new favorite thing, and it's become difficult to be away from it.

He doesn't remember feeling like this. Horrifying thoughts have been plaguing his mind lately, and Lune isn't sure of how to act anymore. Valkryie seems to be around you constantly. While he didn't mind this before, it's started to make him.. Angry. You should know that he wants to be with you at all times, so why is he getting in the way now?

The best plan of action is, obviously, to be near you at all times. Now, all of your attention can be on him! You need protection, you need safety, you need him. He's certain that you'll learn eventually, it'll just take some time. That's okay, he can wait. Anything for you.

What's happening to him?

It doesn't matter. You're with him right now, and he feels better. He loves talking to you, and Lune is so happy that you come into his room to talk with him. You've been talking for a while, but he seems to have zoned out. That's weird, he doesn't normally do that.

You see that he isn't paying attention, and you lean forward to give him a soft bite on the arm to snap him out of it. "Lune, you're doing it again.. Are you sure everything's okay?"

His thoughts pause, and his mind clears. Do you really care that much about him? Wait, did you just bite him? While he would have been angry about it in the past, it somehow makes him so, so happy. "Did you just-"

"I am SO sorry, I wasn't thinking! I didn't mean t-"

"It's okay.. I'm.. Happy you care this much about me. Thank you." His mouth turns up in a smile, and he sets a hand on your shoulder.

"Oh.. Okay.." You return his smile. and you put you hand on top of the one on he has your shoulder.

Maybe you can do it more often. He's actually warmed up to you, after all! Finally, you've become good friends with him.

He'll let you keep thinking that.

[trolagygirl2022]

Hi , 🫧

I saw your game just a few mins back. I hope I am not too late ⏰

I saw that your favourite idol is Ni-ki. So I will check “what he will think about you the first time you meet” (tarot) . In exchange-

Please help me interpret this synastry chart . Romantic compatibility

me 1st person (on the inside) , him 2nd(on the outside)

What will Ni-ki think of you the first time you guys meet ?

Cards drawn:Temperance (balance, patience, and harmony), The Hierophant(tradition, conformity, and authority), The Sun (success, joy, and vitality).

During the first time you meet, you might have a composed , cool and balanced demeanour 😭 or maybe you are trying to fake it as much as possible. Whatever the case , it seems to be working in your favour, as Ni-ki will be curious and intrigued by it.

Ni-ki may feel a sense of respect towards your approach to certain beliefs or customs. You are probably wearing some sort of cultural accessories or adorning certain things associated with a particular culture or race( eg: braids, bindi, hijab,etc). This could create an impression on Ni-ki.

The Sun card suggests that your meeting has the potential to bring warmth, happiness, and a sense of fulfillment to both of you. You may naturally resonate with each other's energy and outlook on life.

How will he view you physically?

Cards drawn: Temperance, The Hanged Man inverted, The Chariot

Niki will admire you physically. He might think that you have a balanced and graceful physical presence.

There is a sense of balance and moderation you exude in your outfits or look that he likes when he sees it .

There might be a difference of physical attractiveness perception. Niki might be experiencing difficulty in changing their current perception of physical appearance. (His personal preference might be different from you)

Niki may feel a powerful connection to you on a physical level, because of a sense of mutual values and shared goals. He might find your drive and passion, very attractive.

( I don’t know what else to add, so I’ll end this here 😭👍🏼 . Remember this is based on my tarot abilities, so take this with a grain of salt. Thanks 💋💋💋)

Thank you so much for this! (Also yours really resonated as I have braids lollllll) Here's your interpretation:

Your Sun conjunct his Mars: This placement has two forms, either lust or annoyance. You could have originally thought of him as someone who is either arrogant of very charming. He seems to be someone that you see and go "yeah that's my type right there". Since it's in Leo this can also mean a type of adoration or strong attraction. You guys probably share strong values and ideas.

Your Moon in his 2nd house: You rely on him alot and I see you feeling free to talk to him about anything. His energy is coming off as quite soft here. I see him possibly buying you things or doing certain things and actions.

His Mercury trine your Mars: You two could be good business partners not going to lie. I see his communication skills and your ambition working very well with each other. I see you both bonding over certain activities. The vibe I'm strongly getting is "Gym couples". They go and support each other with their goals.

Venus trine Venus: This romantic relationship is going to be a sweet one. I see both of you having a similar relationship style and you'll be all over each other! You both will see each other as a "safe space". He'll shower you with a lot of love and adoration and I see you doing the same!

Overall this romantic compatibility is chef's kiss and I see you guys doing really well together if you both make it work!

[ciagent8]

hi darling. revenge

simon - 😨🍧🌙📣🌈☁️

zachariah - 🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒☕️🕷️🪤🔫

abayomi - 👊🥞🙈👑🚊💙

clown - 😭🎂🙉🎭🔥

mercury - 🤥🍩🌋🏊💡💚

felicia - 💥🍰🍃🌹🖍️

alice - 💤🍓☀️⚾️⏳💧

also 📦 for ALL of them i NEED to know their most likely tos

i mostly spared you you did like 4x more than me

thank you :3

answers below the cut

SIMON

when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

it really depends on the situation. if there was someone he had to protect, he'd fight. otherwise, he'd run. usually, though, its neither; he'd freeze.

do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

he used to keep collections of all of the poems he wrote growing up. that collection is long gone now, though. it used to be a symbol of growth to himself, showing how far he's come. it was bittersweet at first, but now he doesn't think about it.

what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

If anyone asked him, he'd say his greatest wish would be to protect his friends and the one he loves, giving them eternal peace and joy.

While this is one of his wishes, and he would give his life for it, it is his second greatest wish.

His first wish would be for Alice to return home, safe and sound. If he had to burn the stars, he would.

how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

honestly, i picture him having two voice claims, based on his shadow form and his human form!

shadow form -> snatcher from a hat in time. that's it. its literally him. he can switch from being loud to having a low tone in an instant.

human form -> Emperor Belos / Phillip Wittebane. i dont know why.. this is the i best i could find. just imagine him but . Not as evil

what advice would they give to their younger self?

"Cherish your time with Alice, and keep a very, very good eye on her. Or you'll regret it."

a soft headcanon

simon is an AMAZING cook, mostly because he had to learn how to cook well due to alice. he's self conscious about it but he makes some of the BEST DISHES. EVER

what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

most likely to walk into a wall, and most likely to kill

ZACHARIAH/ZOMBIE

what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

zombie -> he has none :)

zachariah -> his parents are divorced, and he doesn't really keep much contact with them. nothing bad happened, he's just.. not very close with them. he is an only child

do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

zombie -> he prefers coffee with a good amount of cream and sugar mixed in

zachariah -> coffee. nothing added to make it sweeter. he loves the bitter taste

what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

zombie -> he's scared of becoming a hypocrite, hurting someone else over some trivial fight, just like the rest of the circus. he's also afraid of forgetting everything. he's also scared of snakes

zachariah -> he's afraid of the consequences of his actions, and will go to any lengths to avoid them. in the end, he couldn't, though, could he? he's not exactly scared of cemeteries, but they make him anxious. he doesn't know why

what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

zombie -> seeing anyone, especially a loved one in danger. or, a promise of safety and order.

zachariah -> a sense of security, control, and power.

do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

zombie -> as long as they seem like they aren't prone to violence, he'll trust them. so, yes, he does trust people easily. the main thing that'll get him to turn his back on someone is acts of violence/murder. the only exception to that is if they had no other choice. he hasn't really been backstabbed before. he wouldn't betray someone, no matter what you offer him.

zachariah -> no, not at all. it's very easy for him to turn his back on someone, considering his lack of close relationships. he's definitely been backstabbed before. if he has something to gain, he'll betray someone in a heartbeat.

what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

zombie -> most likely to obey the "don't step on the grass" sign

zachariah -> most likely to take your pen and not return it/lose it immediately

ABAYOMI

are they quick to violence?

nope, not really. he prefers to avoid fights, even though chances are he would win in a fair fight (without any magic)

what is their comfort breakfast?

his mother's egg muffins.

whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

the one that secretly really wants to go home. the one that wants to hug his parents one more time. the one that's slowly remembering more

what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

he wants to be remembered as himself, the person he chose to be.

what is their answer to the trolley problem?

he'd refuse to answer. if you asked him about it he'd glare at you because he HATES that question. he hates having to choose between those options.

if he had to choose, he'd choose 1 person.

do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

gone for a few hours? he's fine. a day or two? he begins to do chores, distracting himself from a small ache in his chest. any longer? he begins to worry, wondering where they are. if he knows where they are/why they're gone, he visits friends so that he isn't lonely.

what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

most likely to be teacher's pet. most likely to spend holidays surrounded by family.

CLOWN

what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

he'd probably only cry due to extreme pain. it wouldnt be easy to make him cry

when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

he was created on january 1st. he celebrates it by showing up in people's home, throwing pieces of confetti everywhere, taking something (as a gift for himself) and leaving

what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

"haha. short"

do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

he has more respect for carbine (seeing him as a equal, someone who could actually give him a fair fight) and has more care for dialtone (sees him as an equal, sort of as a friend, yet that description wouldn't be right)

everyone else he sees as something he can mess with, like a puppet of sorts

do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

he has way too much confidence, and can get angry over trivial things. he also has a god complex

what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

most likely to commit tax evasion. most likely to destroy your furniture.

MERCURY

are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

he'd probably be a bad liar, usually stuttering and being unable to make eye contact.

favourite sweet treat?

saltwater taffy

how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

he's more likely to be hurt rather than angry, but in a rare instance that he is mad, he'd start off being annoying to somewhat pathetic shouting.

small note, he probably cries when he's angry enough

can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

he can swim, but he can't swim well at all. honestly, he doesn't even know how to swim properly. he's not afraid of water, although he feels nervous specifically around the lake at the temple. he would NEVER swim in the ocean, he'd think its too dangerous.

is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

every. single. detail. he is the biggest planner ever

what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

hugs, plushies, blankets, and a cup of warm tea with honey.

what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

most likely to write a book. most likely to stay up way too late

FELICIA

what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

the guilt of knowing that this was her idea, and knowing what she's doing

favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

she really likes strawberry cake. she'd prefer a nice, spongy cake with a decent amount of frosting, but not enough to make it too sweet.

do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

she's not an avid fan of nature, but she does enjoy a nice walk in the park every now and then. her favorite activity, though, would be laying on a hill and watching the clouds.

do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

she used to love valentines day. she was the one who was confessed to.

nowadays, valentines day leaves a bad taste in her mouth

what advice would you give to them?

please get a different job you deserve better

what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

most likely to avoid parties. most likely to fall asleep at her desk

ALICE

do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

she falls asleep easily, although she loves to stay up at night during the weekends. music helps her sleep

do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

she will ONLY eat fruits and vegetables if its from simon's (or MAYBE isaac's) cooking. she likes raspberries.

are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

kind of? she really doesn't like waking up in the mornings yet she doesnt try to sleep in. she gets ready for the day and tells simon good morning

can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

she's average at sports, although she LOVES playing dodgeball. when playing a team sport, she's probably best at being some kind of support. she's good at throwing things and being fast

are they usually late or on-time?

she arrives right on time. NEVER early.

random angst headcanon

her birthday was soon

what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

most likely to stare and silently judge. most likely to playfully make fun of you.

[vendettavalor]

@sithsjedi said: “ you're nothing like i imagined. ” — Prisoner of War Shi’al to Sith Sutek

⚔️ "I Wasn't Expecting You To Change My Life" Prompts // ACCEPTING ⚔️

"Sorry to disappoint you, Princess."

Despite his response, it is a fair assessment to make.

The holovids, the mission reports, and of course - the prophecy - it all painted Sutek as some kind of horrifying monster. A giant, hulking black beast with eyes like hellfire and cracked scales that glowed like fresh lava. A long-muzzled creature with jaws adorned with many rows of knife-like teeth and breath that boiled the air. Giant claws that killed everything they touched and horns that glowed like molten metal, poised to gore everything that crossed them with violent fury. From everything she'd heard, it sounded like he was made to fall like this from the very beginning. Like he was made for the role of a terrifying Sith Lord that no one survived an encounter with. But the truth was so much more... shocking.

Sutek didn't take the form of an inconquerable dragon like she'd seen in the holovids. He didn't wear a sharp white labcoat stained with blood from his many wicked experiments like the mission reports suggested. He didn't even wear the dark robes adorned with the familiar symbols and motifs of the Sith like so many others she'd learned about.

He's nothing like a Sith.

He was tall with a broad frame - bigger than Aurelia to be certain. Unlike her beautifully pale skin, Sutek's was the color of ash and adorned with various warm markings that almost mimicked a Dathomirian's. In the dim light, the spots and stripes glowed like warm, guiding candles. He lacked her soft shapes, instead option for a sharper, more aggressive-looking frame. His horns pointed forward rather than back, and his tail had spines along the end of it that rattled together in an almost melodic way. His crest was much shorter and smaller, and faintly, she could see rolled up feather closing beneath it, yearning to fan out and be free in a form of beautiful self-expression. And yet, despite all the differences, he was so much like his sister. They had the same nose, the same eyes, the same dimples that hid away when they relaxed their mouths. They both traced their hands along things while thinking, considering their purpose. They even walked the same way. It seemed that despite the distance created by circumstances, the twins were still twins.

And he was just like his sister.

"You'll find I'm nothing like Aurelia." His tone is sarcastic and almost dismissive as he half sneers at her. Sharp canines bare themselves past a curled lip. A clawed paw rises and waves casually, her tiny cell (more like a crate) rises and moves to rest upon some sort of mounted base. Above and below her, mechanical arms hold in place metal rings which rotate endlessly around glowing spheres of raw energy. Spheres which she now sits uncomfortably between. "I strive to accomplish something greater than simply changing the stubborn yet feeble minds of a long-dead Order."

Around the cell, the arms move to rest on Shi'al's left and right. The orbs flicker menacingly, their glow dying down only as the rings spin faster, then slow down once more. "While she and the Jedi fantasize about making the galaxy a better place, I am taking action to do so. I will make the universe a safer place for her. But until that work is complete, there is no safer place for her than here with me. And you,"

He approaches a panel nearby her cell and begins pressing several buttons. On their mark, the rings stop and quickly snap to align themselves around the spheres, allowing both orbs to grow brighter once more as they begin to charge. The rapidly increasing energy makes the air quiver and pulsate as their power mounts and builds. Red and blue lights clash against one another, creating sharp shadows in the room and highlighting both halves of his face in their respective light.

And for one dreadful second, there comes the realization that this was exactly the last thing Alfie's people saw before their living Force was so violently ripped away from them.

"You are just a means to that end."

[dhampir72]

🥺🎶🧠 M (Ralph Fiennes)

Thanks for the great asks!

🥺Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels? Oh, absolutely. I have a deep, deep affection for unspoken things. In real life, it took me a long time to understand that things people said, like "It's cold outside, don't forget your hat" and "I made extra of this meal, so please take some" were the ways that people told me they loved me. It was a way of expressing love without overtly saying "I love you". So when a character says something in that unspoken way, in an implied expression of love, it never fails to get me in the feels. Because we don't just say these things to anyone. We say them to the people that matter most. Perhaps that's why, in most of my fic, you'll see that Q often has these unspoken lines, when he says "Good luck in the field, 007," and "Welcome back, 007," when he really means "Be safe" and "I missed you". In this same vein, I love actions as unspoken expressions of love: making someone a cup of tea just the way they like it, knowing someone's usual take out order, shrugging off a jacket when seeing the other is cold, the brush of fingers against the back of the hand for reassurance. It's these little details that say so much. I almost like them more than actual confessions of love!

🎶Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately? Actually, no I never really listen to music when I write. I find it very distracting, even soundtracks without lyrics. Instead, I use music for daydreaming: I think of the scenarios and imagine them play out, usually while doing the dishes lol. Then I turn off the music and write. If I play the music while trying to write, I daydream too much and never get anything done. Some of my favourite daydreaming music is Ólafur Arnalds' "Living Room Songs". It's about 30 minutes of just soft, yearning, hopeful, sad, lovely music. The last song "This Place is a Shelter" is one of my favourites.

🧠Pick a character, and I’ll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. (M, Ralph Fiennes) Oh, I'm bad at these headcanon things xD but I'll try!

I feel like M gives off that modern day high level executive vibe, which seems to (at least in the US) focus on the person's personal decisions about their life/health as much as it focuses on the person's work persona/decisions made for the company. You know the vibe: those people who get up at like 4am to ride their Peloton or go for a 10 mile run while it's still dark outside and make those super healthy protein shakes/smoothies made out of leaves or whatever? Or like, they're almost professional level in some sport, but a niche sport like skiing or archery or rock climbing. Oh, and they always look good; like they can't ever look bad, and are always dressed immaculately. Not necessarily in something expensive, but very put together, so that they exude this confidence by way of their neat appearance.

As a note: I am absolutely not trashing this lifestyle. I think it takes an incredible amount of discipline and dedication that I wish I had. But yeah, I think that's what I see for M (before his character was trashed in NTTD): that he's got discipline and dedication in his personal and professional life.

[psychelis-new]

Hi Lys! I have a question about signs.

What does it mean to see signs about someone, but their actions don't equal the signs. The signs being dreams, numbers, seeing their name written somewhere...

Like the signs are here, even if the person isn't. Does it mean something valuable or just that I'm obsessed? I was just trying to move on and saw their name written over a stranger's clothing

Hey :)

Honestly, it depends... with signs it's a personal thing and we may often misinterpret them or believe they have a certain meaning (that we want them to have, or fear them to have, even unconsciously) while they may even have none or a different one. This especially when we're confused, scared and not balanced/grounded: we may see/hear stuff and make it a sign for something while it may even just be nothing. We may confuse triggers with signs, actually.

If you want to move on but unconsciously you don't want to (or are searching for confirmations you're doing the right thing), you may suddenly see their name and make it mean you need to not give up. (I will add a personal example. I'm gonna write a lot -sorry- so I'll put it under the keep reading link). Same goes for numbers: it depends on what meaning you give them, what are you thinking about when you see them and many other things. As for dreams, a person may take on many different roles in them. Their presence could mean different things according on the dream itself (an interpretation could help you understand more about what is going on, since your unconscious mind works free at night and is not biased by your conscious mind and fears). Ofc there's also a psychological factor: the more you (even unconsciously) think about a person, the more you'll notice stuff that is related with them and reminds you about them, both for good and bad. In your case your mind and heart have a soft spot for them, let's say, plus they're also used to search for any type of connection/confirmation about them since you too said you may be obsessed about them. Not to mention that signs about them may have become a source of endorphins for your system (meaning those "signs" as their name or anything else you connected to them, make you feel good, happy, comforted, relaxed and ofc you want more and more especially when things get tough so you've kind of become able to find them anywhere: through those signs, you feel that person closer to you and it makes you feel good). Something like a coping mechanism/escape for something else? Idk ofc, I'm only giving you different ways to see "signs". As I said it's personal, and only you know what is going on for real.

My suggestion is to take courage and check within objectively the reasons that connect you with this person if there's any, what is going on, what do you really want in your *love* life and even more, what scares you (to have or not have, find or not find, change, miss...). What this person represents and means for you: do you feel "safe" thinking about them? Or do you see them as your saviour or anything of that kind and "leaving" them scares you? Did this person appear in your life or just bring you joy and some kind of happiness/support during a tough time in your life (even just through their presence, so that now them = your only joy)? What "meaning" you attached to them in your regards? And what made you decide to move on? Think about your connection with them, and then see what the signs may mean but not according to your fears, according to your quiet mind and inner wisdom. From my personal experience, our fears may make us notice and think things that actually are not correct. They are the first reason we misinterpret the correct signs or don't pay attention to them (and our intuition) and focus on the "wrong" signs.

Listen to your inner self after grounding yourself. And follow that voice (not the voice of fear) with no regret. Stay open to the various chances and ready to embrace what comes your way, whatever it may mean (don't let your fear close a real meaning of a sign off: it'll be okay, you'll be okay). When a sign is really an important sign that means something and is guiding you, you will know it deep down. You will feel calm about it and not stressed.

BTW, here's my personal life experience (it may explain better what I've been trying to say). Take as resonates ofc. Only you hold the truth to your own story.

Some years ago, I went through a tough period in my personal life in which I felt pretty alone and occasionally kind of lost, powerless. I closed with lot of things to focus on what was going on. I realized a lot. There was a person I somehow happened to think could be an important person in my life, since because of their job they appeared in my life and helped me with something ("indirectly", but still... they represented a good escape from negativity and were of support since they brought in my life some moments of peace and fun. They took away a bit of weight from my shoulders too, somehow). Now... they have a common name here, despite I didn't pay too much attention to this fact (that it's a common name I mean): even my cousin and other people I know have that same name, plus on tv I kept hearing it (I still do). They also have dark hair and an earring as someone I dreamt about around that time (but couldn't see their face). People in my family were mentioning him too (he was helping them mostly: it's just obvious to mention someone you appreciate and is helping you/supporting you and being kind; even more when things are tough and nothing much is going on). He sometimes acted flirty with me, or seemed to. All this made me think ofc. But the moment I really focused and saw this person for who they are and not who I feared them to be/thought they were, I realized that it wasn't them (I actually knew since the first moment I saw them, but yk... our minds are masters in making us doubt ourselves, especially if we've been often gaslighted or self gaslighting ourselves, and lack/ed love and affection. Or correct samples of these). It wasn't them no matter what I feared/wanted that name continuosly coming up and some astrological aspects (how many aspects do we share with people around the world?) or even a reading (telling me I could meet my person like I met them -I mean, how many people we encounter suddenly and in difficult times? From artists with their songs or actors with their movies, or a stranger at the bus stop or writing something online... there are so many people we "meet", many more than we realize) to mean back then (more feared, tbh: they were more of a trigger for me in my "romantic" life since I already knew the energy of my person at that time but I was too scared to believe in that, and so I *unconsciously* searched for confirmations that I was wrong -been lied to/gaslighted a lot in my life and when you do it happens to not trust that you're right anymore, to not believe yourself and that things could be better than you imagine-, not enough to have what I want and need in another/what I deserve, and that I had to settle for crumbles nonetheless. I kind of still end up here sometimes, but it makes for a different story).

I still see this person occasionally: after a while, they ended up being someone I can suddenly encounter again and exchange some (at times cringe, lol) moments. But the more I see them and know them and how they act (with me too), the more I am sure they're just some person I had to encounter in this life for some purpose. Prolly they had to help me back then when I felt helpless and alone, and had/have to make me realize more about the person I need to have by my side, and not let my fears and life's circumstances cloud my mind and heart. Maybe they need to teach me that there can be different types of people by my side too, supporting me and "loving" me in different ways (as it used to be in the past. They may be a reminder of my past when I just used to enjoy my friendships without thinking too much); especially after I felt judged, abandoned, left out and alone, used too, and closed off a bit from others. And it doesn't mean they (or anyone else coming in, really) have to be only my person, at all. Our hearts are big, yk. We can give and receive, and we deserve, different types of love. He is not my person, but he can be a friend or acquainted, or an occasional reminder (I just need to let things go without holding onto them or trying to control them or give them a meaning I fear): my guts know this now that I'm more grounded and present. Actually they (I) always knew that they're not my person, but because of what I was going through I wasn't open enough to listen to my intuition, and let my fears take over. It's easier to let fears take over and stop listening to our intuition when we're tired and overwhelmed, and feel alone. It's how triggers work.

Anyway... all this long post to say that at times there's more than just signs. I personally believe soul's contracts have more importance than anything else. Know thyself (inside out, especially your own fears as I said). Stay grounded as you can. Trust yourself. Best of all!