#feat. gucci mane

[missg1]

MISS G (feat.) Gucci Mane SENTURY STATUS

[8housevenus]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ placements that feel like a fairytale ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

🧚pisces venus - "i've walked with you once upon a dream," such an exceptional place for venus and a very good lover. thoughtful and remembers little things about somebody. gives even when they have nothing. venus is exalted here, which strengthens the power of venus. rosed-colored glasses, natural lovers. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🧚neptune in 1st/2nd/7th/9th - 1st/ dreamy appearance, "i wish i could look like you," "i don't know if i wanna be you or be with you," wins people over, sometimes unaware of their influence, stands out in a room full of people. 2nd/ "you sound so sweet," delicate voices, gives the best compliments or receives unique compliments, gets money for no reason or gives money for no reason, very questionable kind of person but it is a likable feature about them. 7th/ unpredictable in love, "tag you're it," loves the chase and the longevity of a new/fresh relationship. people wish they could be with you or have had dreams/thoughts of pursuing you. sometimes people might drop many hints but never say. 9th/ super underrated, people feel elevated in your energy, you bring out a new lens to others, your ability to change and only get better overtime seems super unreal. the type to go mia and then randomly appear in a fancy italian restaurant with 1 million dollars and a rich spouse. they think it and it is, very big planners and attractive to the outside. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🧚sun in 5th/7th - 5th/ their love is their passion, and their self-expression is one that is bold and unique. this is your "entertainer," placement, understands the role they play in this life. courageous in their love and give an experience that one will never have again. 7th/ people-person, revolves around being open-minded and naturally attracting friends, partners, and even some enemies. a very commendable individual. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🧚libra/taurus rising - the symbols of beauty and allurance. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🧚cancer sun - exudes a tender warmth to others. "wifey material, mom friend, therapist," has probably heard it all. cancer sun has seen the vulnerability of everybody they have met, there's a strong trust here and their strength is undeniable. think of fairy godmother. has an emotional depth that allows others to easily fall for them. double points if it is a man with a cancer sun; women will admire this difference about you from other men. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🧚libra moon - pretty when you cry, everyone stops to hear you talk, such a mediating and magnetic energy, wears their heart on their sleeve and can empathize very well with others they have nothing in common with. all about fairness and equity, wants to be the peacekeeper in most situations. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🧚venus in 11th/2nd/7th - 11h/ friends will admire you and pick up on your aesthetic and can even try to "become" the same way. you make people feel really good and you are inspiring. 2nd/ you are well kept and seem orderly. soft voice, soft appearance, and loves to smother themselves and others with little gestures. 7th/ ideal partner placement, looking for love in everything they do, has very good connections and dazzles their flirt onto everybody they meet. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🧚personal planets in 4, 7, 12, 16, 19, 24, 27 degrees - these are libra, cancer, and pisces degrees, can amplify these placements by sprinkling on some of these signs qualities. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🧚neptune conjunct/ trine sun - dreamy-esque, can't keep you off my mind, is it love is it lust? naturally charming and independent. knows how they make others feel, giving others a sense of hope that makes them cling on forever. usually, the favorite boy or girl for somebody. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🧚venus conjunct moon/neptune - awareness to what relationships might require, or what other people want out of you. knows how to express themselves properly, can be sweet/seductive one minute, then manipulative/moody the next. likes to change up their style for their partner; very intimate and puts their partner's needs first. will be super feminine for their loved one. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🧚midheaven conjunt/trine/sextile neptune or venus - enhanced beauty in the public eye. people want to be around you and there's maybe some type of distance between you and your lovers- which makes relationships so much more intriguing. "i've got my eye on you." these people love makeup, jewelry, skin care, anything to appear ideal. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🧚virgo midheaven - seen as a damsel in distress sometimes; but they are elegant and reserved. they are the ones that people usually rely on and open up to the fastest. their fairytale qualities come from how they act rather than how they speak. they will make sure you are covered and will attract you with their practicality and realness. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🧚virgo venus - has a purified perception of love, very service oriented and even shy. they are slow and steady in terms of love language, however a virgo venus will always make sure their partner only gets the best. they want to make everything perfect for their significant other, which makes the virgo venus placement seem so admirable. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🧚cancer venus - soft, sweet, and giving. full of the feminine and embodies the nurturer archetype. magnetic to the opposite sex; babe magnet, and usually wear pastel colors or colors that are bright. they don't like to make themselves unknown to the idea of love. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🧚moon/neptune in 5th - has such a childlike approach to the world, very full of nostalgia and is deep-rooted in being memorable for others. oftentimes moon in 5th has a dramatized identity about themselves, which gives the fairytale vibes because it can feel almost surreal. neptune can also have this affect, neptune 5th might always get "i wish you were here," or "where's so and so," very memorable and such sweet and delicate impressions to the public. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🧚sun in 9th - would take their partners through all kinds of experiences, the kind of people to take you higher and change your mind-set on various subjects. very underrated placement and i find it quite fairy-tale like due to the fact that there's always some form of expansion for these individuals and you can see and feel their inner glow when they are in new environments. usually, can have foreigners or various kinds of people fall for them, they quite literally shine in new horizons. 🌷 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

thank you for reading <3

[rafecameronssl4t]

Yours to keep || Frat boy!Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: At a frat party, Rafe’s jealousy flares when he sees you talking to a new pledge. His possessive nature comes through as he asserts his claim, leaving no doubt about who you belong to.

Warnings: jealous/possesive!rafe 😝

Word count: 1,245

A/n: guys send thru frat boy!rafe requests xx

MASTERLIST (frat boy!rafe x reader au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

The party was in full swing, with music booming and laughter echoing through every corner of the frat house. Red cups were scattered across tables, and the place was crowded, the air filled with the energy of people letting loose. Rafe was in his element, the charismatic center of it all, playing the role of frat president to perfection as he laughed with his brothers and kept a watchful eye on the pledges.

You wandered through the crowd, occasionally glancing at Rafe, who seemed to command the entire room with his cocky grin and confident stance. As you made your way around, you ended up talking with Jamie, one of the new pledges, who seemed a bit overwhelmed by the night’s intensity.

He held his drink a little awkwardly, but his shy smile was endearing, and he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you. “So, what’s it like dating Rafe Cameron?” Jamie asked, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. “He’s got… quite the reputation.”

You laughed, raising an eyebrow as you glanced over at Rafe, who was engrossed in a conversation with a couple of his frat brothers across the room. “You make it sound like he’s some kind of terrifying figure,” you teased, rolling your eyes.

Jamie chuckled, though he looked a bit nervous. “Well, he kind of is. I mean, he’s intense. People talk about him like he’s not someone you want to mess with.” Smiling, you shrugged. “Rafe can be a bit… possessive. But he’s not as scary as he seems. He just cares about the house and the people close to him. You’ll get used to him once you’re around him more.”

Jamie nodded, though he still looked a little unsure. “I hope so. He definitely seems… protective.” “He is,” you said, grinning. “But as long as you’re not on his bad side, you’ll be fine.” Just as Jamie was about to respond, you felt a familiar warmth against your back as Rafe slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you close.

He didn’t even look at you—his gaze was fixed on Jamie, his eyes cool and calculating despite the friendly smirk on his face. “Hey, babe,” Rafe murmured, his tone casual, but you could sense the edge in his voice. His attention didn’t waver from Jamie. “Who’s this?” “This is Jamie, one of the new pledges,” you explained, keeping your voice light.

“We were just talking.” “Talking, huh?” Rafe’s arm tightened around you, his fingers pressing into your hip as his gaze swept over Jamie. “Talking about what?” Jamie looked a bit flustered, shifting awkwardly. “I… uh, I was just asking about her classes. And, um… about you, actually,” he admitted, his voice quieter. “You’ve got quite a reputation.”

Rafe’s smirk sharpened, a glint of amusement mixed with challenge in his eyes. “Is that so?” He glanced at you briefly, raising an eyebrow, then looked back at Jamie. “Well, Jamie, reputation or not, this one’s taken.” Jamie chuckled nervously, nodding. “Of course. I, uh… I’ll just go check in with the other brothers.”

He glanced at you, managing a quick smile before practically retreating into the crowd. As Jamie disappeared, you turned to Rafe, giving him a look before walking off, him right beside you. “Rafe, he was just being nice.” Rafe shrugged, his eyes trailing after Jamie until the pledge disappeared into the crowd.

“Yeah, maybe. But the way he was looking at you? Like he thought he had a shot?” His jaw tensed, and he turned his gaze back to you, that familiar possessive glint lighting up his blue eyes. “That doesn’t sit well with me,” he murmured, his hand slipping lower on your back until it landed with a firm slap on your ass.

You shot him a playful glare, swatting his hand back up to your waist, but your laughter betrayed you. “Oh, you’re jealous, aren’t you?” “Jealous?” Rafe scoffed, though the smirk tugging at his lips said otherwise. “Please. I just don’t like the idea of some new kid thinking he can step in and flirt with you.” His fingers tightened on your hip, as if to punctuate his point.

“Flirt?” you echoed, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow at him. “All we did was talk, Rafe. You really think he was flirting?” Rafe cocked his head, his smirk widening as he stepped closer, the warmth of his body pressing against you. “I know guys, babe. That ‘just talking’ look? That’s him hoping you’d suck him off,”

You rolled your eyes at his possessive streak, but the butterflies in your stomach betrayed you. Despite his bluntness, Rafe’s attention made you feel exhilarated in a way no one else could. “Maybe you’re just overthinking it,” you teased, your tone light. “Not every guy is out to steal your girl, you know.”

Rafe leaned in, his hand gently cradling your jaw, his thumb brushing along your cheek in a way that made your breath hitch. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice dropping to that low, dangerous tone that made your heart race, “but have you looked at yourself, babe?” You couldn’t help the small chuckle that slipped out, the warmth of his fingers and his intense gaze making you feel giddy.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” He smirked, eyes flicking between yours as if to prove his point. “No one steals what’s mine,” he murmured, the quiet confidence in his voice wrapping around you like a promise. His words sent a thrill down your spine, and for a moment, it felt like the crowded, noisy party faded away, leaving just the two of you in that charged moment.

“Possessive much?” you teased, though your heart raced at his words. “Maybe,” he admitted, his lips quirking up in a wicked smile. “But can you blame me?” His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you close until his lips brushed over yours, a gentle but unmistakably claiming kiss.

The sounds of the party disappeared, his attention drowning out everything else. As he pulled away, he kept his forehead pressed against yours, his smirk softening into a smile. “Just keep in mind who you came here with, alright?” “Trust me, I know,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him back into another kiss.

[misahyochaeng]

FETISH

tw: dom!momo, sub!reader, photography-tutor!momo, “intern”!reader, enemies/rivals to friends to lovers(?), slight angst & fluff, fingering, pussy eating, momo’s slightly older, she also likes girls who beg 😊 (me ngl), slight humiliation, begging, a bit of degradation and impact play.

You absentmindedly fold the blank pages of your sticky notes into tiny origami figures, your fingers working on autopilot while the professor drones on about the rule of thirds. You've memorized every angle and nuance—today’s lesson is nothing new to you.

Suddenly, a tiny paper ball lands squarely on your table. You pause, and without even looking up, you know exactly who’s responsible. Momo, ever the nonchalant senior, sits a few rows ahead with a self-assured smirk. She points at the front of the class, silently commanding your attention.

You roll your eyes and return to your folding, frustration simmering beneath the surface. Leaning against your shoulder, Chaeyoung doodles absentmindedly on the edge of your paper.

“Ugh, she’s so irritating,” you mutter, your tone a mix of exasperation and disbelief. “Every single class, she just has to make me her personal punching bag.”

Chaeyoung looks up with a gentle smile. “Maybe she’s just bored. You know how seniors can be—they think they’re above it all.”

You scoff. “Above it? More like she’s on a mission to drive me crazy.”

Before you can continue, another paper ball whizzes by and lands on your desk. You shoot a glare at Momo, who casually flips you off before returning to her cool demeanor.

“Momo, seriously?” you mumble under your breath, the irritation clear in your voice.

Chaeyoung whispers, “Honestly, I think it’s her way of saying hello… in her own twisted way.”

At that moment, the professor’s voice snaps through the murmur of the classroom, “Alright, everyone, listen up. Today you’ll be working on a group project based on the rule of thirds. I’ll be drawing names from the registration numbers.”

You lean toward Chaeyoung, whispering about your dinner plans—McDonald’s, of course—when the professor announces, “Numbers 13 and 3.”

Your stomach drops.

You already know your number is 13, but 3… isn’t Chaeyoung’s. You quickly flip through your folder, scanning the list of student numbers.

A tap on your shoulder makes you freeze.

You don’t even need to turn around. You’d recognize that perfume anywhere.

“For fuck’s sake…” you mutter under your breath.

“Hey, respect your seniors, assface,” Momo drawls before giving you a not-so-gentle shove forward.

Then, as if she wasn’t just tormenting you a second ago, she turns to Chaeyoung with a sweet smile. “Hey, Chaeyoung.”

“Hey…” Chaeyoung laughs nervously before standing up. She mouths good luck before abandoning you to your fate.

Momo settles into the chair next to you, stretching her arms behind her head like she doesn’t have a care in the world. You don’t need to look at her to know she’s smirking.

This is going to be hell.

You lean back in your chair, arms crossed, as Momo taps a pen against her notebook. She isn’t even looking at you, just scribbling something down like she’s already taken charge of the entire project before you’ve had a chance to speak.

“Alright,” she says, casually flipping a page. “Since I’m the oldest here—and obviously the one with more experience—I’ll handle the creative direction. You can be my assistant.”

You blink at her. “Assistant?”

She finally looks up, lips curling into a smirk. “Yeah. Like my little sidekick.”

You scoff. “I don’t remember signing up to be your intern.”

Momo hums, tapping her pen against her chin like she’s thinking it over. “You’re right. Interns at least get college credit.”

Your jaw drops. “Oh, you’re hilarious.”

“I try.” She shrugs, turning back to her notes. “Anyway, I already have a plan. Something bold, something striking—something that might actually get us an A.”

“Might?” you repeat, offended.

“Well.” She glances at you, her smirk deepening. “You do tend to drag things down, so no promises.”

You slap a hand over your chest dramatically. “Wow. Senior privilege has really gone to your head, huh?”

Momo chuckles but doesn’t deny it. Instead, she stretches her arms behind her head and sighs. “You’ll get used to it.” Then, without missing a beat, she adds, “Now, go fetch me a coffee.”

You stare at her, waiting for the punchline.

She stares back, completely serious.

“In the middle of class?” you ask.

She tilts her head slightly, as if pretending to weigh the logic of that. “Yeah. I think better when I have caffeine. And you work better when you do what I say. So, really, this benefits both of us.”

You let out a sharp laugh. “You cannot be fucking serious.”

Momo leans in slightly, resting her chin on her hand. “Then do something about it.”

Your glare meets her smirk, and for a few seconds, it’s a silent battle of wills.

You groan, digging into your bag for your wallet. “You’re the worst.”

“No, I’m the best.”

You shake your head as you push your chair back. “This is gonna be a long project.”

Behind you, Momo chuckles, clearly pleased with herself. “Oh, trust me, Y/N, you have no idea.”

The tiny campus coffee shop was buzzing with students, the scent of freshly brewed espresso and warm pastries hanging in the air. It was run by the school’s barista and baking club, which meant the prices were decent, and the coffee was actually good—not that you cared about any of that right now.

Because right now, you were stuck in a booth across from Momo, who was currently staring at the bill like it had personally offended her.

“I told you, you should’ve paid,” she muttered, crossing her arms.

You scoffed. “And I told you we were splitting it.”

Momo groaned dramatically, leaning back against the seat. “Why do I even have to pay? I didn’t even want to come here in the first place.”

“Oh my god, do you hear yourself?” You rolled your eyes, pushing half the bill toward her. “You dragged me out of class for this.”

She narrowed her eyes but eventually reached into her pocket and begrudgingly slapped a few bills onto the table. “This is daylight robbery.”

“It’s literally five bucks.”

“It’s absurd.”

You ignored her, pulling out your notes and flipping through them. Unlike Momo, who had come in with zero preparation, you had already crammed a whole bundle of organized ideas long before this project was even announced. You knew exactly what had to be done—it was simple, really.

Momo, of course, not admitting it, but you caught the flicker of surprise in her eyes as she skimmed over your notes. impressed, though her ego was way too huge to say it out loud.

“So, I was thinking we could go for a more dynamic composition,” you started, pointing to a section of your notes. “Maybe play with leading lines or forced perspective—”

Momo scoffed, flipping one of the pages like it was offensive. “You’re trying way too hard.”

Your eye twitched. “It’s called being prepared, Hirai.”

“It’s called overachieving, freshman.”

Your hands clenched into fists as you glared at her, while she casually sipped her coffee like she wasn’t getting on your last nerve.

“Look, you wanna do something boring, fine,” you said, exasperated. “But don’t come crying to me when the professor gives us a mid-grade because someone—” you jabbed a finger in her direction, “—didn’t want to actually put in effort.”

Momo smirked. “Please, like you’d ever let our grade drop. You’d rather die.”

“That’s—That’s not the point!”

She leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. “Relax, freshman. I’ll throw in some of my genius ideas, and we’ll be fine.”

You huffed. “Stop calling me that. You don’t even have a plan, do you?”

“I have vibes.”

You smacked your forehead. “Jesus Christ.”

The discussion—or rather, the argument—only escalated from there. What started as a simple debate over concepts turned into full-blown shouting about color theory, lighting choices, and whether or not Momo even understood what the rule of thirds was.

“I literally just explained it to you!”

“I understood it! I just think it’s dumb!”

“You’re dumb!”

“Wow, real mature.”

“Why are you like this?!”

By the time the coffee shop’s owner came over and politely —but firmly—asked you both to leave, you were fuming, and Momo looked far too pleased with herself. She shoved you out the door first, laughing under her breath as you stomped out.

You pulled your hoodie over your head, practically vibrating with frustration. “I’ll text you,” you muttered, keeping your gaze on the ground. Because honestly? Seeing her in person was a pain.

Momo chuckled, hands in her pockets. “Can’t wait.”

Every interaction with Momo was like an active battlefield.

Even through text, it was an argument. You’d message her something simple—Hey, let’s meet up tomorrow to finalize the outline—and she’d somehow turn it into a whole debate.

"Tomorrow’s no good. Do it yourself."

"I’m not doing everything alone, Momo."

"You basically already are, what’s the difference?"

“Fuck you."

It was exhausting.

Between this project, your other assignments, and just trying to survive life in general, made your patience wear thin. And she wasn’t helping. Every time you tried to make progress, she either made some sarcastic remark, refused to cooperate, or sent you on a damn coffee run just to waste your time.

And today?

Today was your breaking point.

The rain poured heavily outside as students rushed past with umbrellas and jackets pulled over their heads. You didn’t care about any of that. You were standing under the awning near the campus library, fists clenched, soaked to the bone, trying to talk sense into her.

“Can you for once take this seriously?!” you shouted over the rain, your voice raw with frustration.

Momo, standing in front of you with her usual nonchalant expression, just sighed. “I am taking it seriously. You’re the one freaking out.”

Your hands shook. “Are you—do you even hear yourself?! This project is due in less than a week and you’ve done absolute bullshit!”

She smirked. “I gave input.”

“Arguing with me every second isn’t input, Momo!”

You could feel the lump in your throat growing, frustration swelling in your chest like a balloon ready to burst. The rain pelted against you both, drenching your clothes, but you didn’t care. You were so tired.

Momo, however, just stuffed her hands into her hoodie pockets, barely fazed. “You need to chill.”

That was it.

That was the final straw.

With a strangled yell, you shoved her—hard. Momo barely had time to react before she stumbled back, slipping slightly on the wet pavement. She landed on the ground with a dull thud, rain instantly soaking through her jeans, her hands catching her fall too late.

For a second, she just blinked up at you, stunned.

But you didn’t care. You were shaking, tears already streaming down your face as your emotions crashed over you like a tidal wave.

“You—you make my life a living hell,” you choked out, voice cracking. “I try to be cooperative, i try to listen—but every fucking second I spend trying to work with you, you make it worse.”

Momo just stared, lips slightly parted, but for once, she didn’t have a quick comeback.

With trembling hands, you reached into your bag and pulled out a thick stack of papers—a perfectly printed and organized document.

The project plan.

The exact layout, execution, and theme. Everything—even the parts Momo had specifically wanted.

And then, right in front of her, you crumpled it in your fists and threw it at her. The rain immediately soaked the pages, ink smearing, paper sagging as it landed against her chest.

Momo barely moved, still sitting in the puddle, as she slowly picked up the now-wet document. She tried to unfold the ruined pages, her fingers smearing the ink as she stared at the careful details, the way everything had been planned out—just the way she had stubbornly insisted.

A strange pang settled in her chest.

Why?

Momo had been feeling off all weekend.

No matter how many times she pulled up your contact, hovered over the text box, or even typed out a snarky insult, she always ended up deleting it. Too much? Not enough? She had no idea. And the fact that she even cared this much was messing with her head.

She didn’t hear from you at all. No texts, no passive-aggressive insults, no complaints. Not even a middle finger emoji.

By Monday, it was bothering her.

When she walked into class, her eyes immediately scanned the room, searching—There.

You were slumped at your desk, hoodie pulled over your head, face half-hidden by the fabric. A large coffee cup sat next to you, mostly untouched, condensation forming at the sides. You weren’t talking to anyone. You weren’t even on your phone.

For some reason, that sight made Momo hesitate. She wasn’t used to seeing you like this.

Slowly, she approached, standing awkwardly beside your desk before clearing her throat.

“Hey.”

You flinched slightly, like you hadn’t even noticed her standing there, before exhaling loudly. “God…” you muttered under your breath. “Not you.”

Momo forced a smirk, shoving her hands into her hoodie pockets. “Rude. I was so worried about you.”

You let out a weak scoff, still refusing to look at her.

She shifted on her feet, debating her next move before sighing. “Look, I… y'know, regret some things.”

That made you finally glance at her—just a little. “You? Regret?”

Momo rolled her eyes. “Okay, not in the way you’re thinking. But. I may have been an asshole.”

You raised an eyebrow. “May?“

“Fine,” she groaned, “I was an asshole.”

You nodded, satisfied, before looking away again.

A beat of silence.

Then, without thinking, Momo reached out and gently turned your face toward her, thumb resting just under your jaw.

She barely had time to process what she was doing before she saw you—really saw you. The eyebags peeking through your makeup, the slightly smudged mascara, the exhaustion written all over your face.

Her breath hitched. “Damn. You look rough.”

Your glare was immediate, and Momo quickly turned your head back down like she’d seen nothing. “I think it’s best if you just stay like that,” she muttered.

Your arm shot out, smacking her without hesitation. “Dickhead.”

Momo snorted, rubbing her arm. “Okay, okay, I deserved that.”

You flipped her off before taking a sip of your coffee, still sulking.

Momo exhaled, leaning against the desk. “Anyway… I actually came to say I’ll put in real work for the project.”

Your fingers twitched around your cup. “Hah.”

“I mean it.”

You gave her a side glance, still skeptical.

“I’m serious. We’ll work at my place later tonight. I’ll even buy dinner. Snacks too. My treat.”

You bit your lip, debating it, but Momo could tell she had you the second your shoulders relaxed slightly.

“…Fine,” you muttered, almost begrudgingly.

Momo grinned. “There’s that enthusiasm I love.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “This is gonna be hell.”

Momo patted your back, smirking. “Oh, absolutely.”

But for some reason, it didn’t feel as bad anymore.

—

When Momo opened her apartment door, she wasn’t expecting this.

You stood there, dressed casually — oversized hoodie, loose sweatpants, hair lazily tied back. No makeup, no carefully put-together outfit like you usually wore. Just… you.

Momo blinked. What the hell?

She’d always seen you as this organized, almost annoyingly put-together person. But seeing you like this — relaxed, comfortable, a little tired but still somehow… attractive?

What the fuck is wrong with you, Mo.. get a grip..

Momo bit her lip, scolding herself internally before stepping aside to let you in. “Took you long enough,” she muttered.

“You’re lucky I even showed up,” you shot back, toeing off your sneakers.

Momo rolled her eyes and led you to the living room, where her table was cluttered with notebooks, pens, and a half-empty bag of chips. “I already started setting things up,” she said, gesturing to the mess. “But I doubt your perfectionist ass will approve.”

You snorted, flopping onto the couch. “Oh, definitely not.”

For the next hour, you both actually worked — shocking as that was. The banter never stopped, though.

“Why are your notes written like you’re decrypting ancient text?” you muttered, squinting at her handwriting.

“Maybe if you weren’t illiterate, you’d understand,” Momo shot back, smirking.

“Yeah? Well, maybe if you weren’t lazy, I wouldn’t have to understand your part too.

“Oh my god, you’re so dramatic.”

Somehow, despite the endless back and forth, you managed to make progress. Eventually, Momo grabbed the snacks she’d promised, tossing a pack of chips at you.

“Here. Don’t say I never do anything for you,” she said, flopping down beside you.

You caught the bag, tearing it open before popping a chip in your mouth. “Wow,” you drawled. “Such a provider.”

Momo scoffed. “You’re welcome.”

She reached for her own bag, but midway through her snack, she noticed you distractedly flipping through your notes. Without really thinking, she grabbed a chip, held it up, and pressed it to your lips.

You froze.

“…What are you doing?”

“Feeding you,” Momo said like it was obvious.

“I have hands,” you muttered, snatching the chip from her fingers.

“Yeah, but you’re too busy pretending to be a genius.”

“Pretending?!”

“Don’t start crying.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“You’d miss me.”

Neither of you noticed how easy it had become — the teasing, the insults that felt more playful than venomous.

And it didn’t stop there.

For the next few days, it became a routine — meeting at her place, or sometimes on campus, even when there wasn’t anything to work on. Sometimes you’d pretend you *totally* had something important to do just so you had an excuse to hang out longer. And Momo? She didn’t mind.

Actually… she kind of liked it.

Too much.

She started noticing things — like how you scrunched your nose when you pouted, or the way you bit your pen cap when you were focused. And god, that *whiny voice* you used whenever she pushed a joke too far — it was so irritatingly cute, and it stuck in her head longer than she wanted to admit.

Momo swore to herself she wouldn’t catch feelings.

But here she was — completely hooked.

And she had no idea how to deal with it.

quieter, something fonder.

Neither of you spoke for a moment.

Realizing she’d been staring a little too long, Momo cleared her throat and grabbed a bag of snacks from the table, tossing it into your lap.

“Here,” she muttered. “Before you start crying.”

You huffed dramatically, tearing the bag open — but as you reached for a handful of chips, you couldn’t shake the feeling of her eyes still lingering on you.

The two of you worked quietly for the next half hour, your occasional sighs and scribbles filling the room. By the time you both finished, the weight of the project finally felt lighter — almost freeing.

“Well,” you exhaled, stretching your arms. “We should submit it now.”

Momo, still scrolling through her computer screen, scoffed. “Nope. We’ll send it tomorrow.”

“What? No, let’s just get it over with,” you insisted.

“It’s better to send it on time,” she argued.

“That’s so dumb. It’s done. Why wait?”

“Because what if something’s wrong? We can double-check it before—”

“Oh my god, Momo.” You groaned. “It’s fine. Just submit it.”

“It’s not fine, and you’re not always right,” she shot back.

“And you’re never right,” you snapped.

The tension built quickly — voices raising, your patience thinning again. For a second, it felt like things were spiraling into yet another full-blown argument.

But then Momo sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Fine,” she muttered. “I’ll send it.”

You blinked. “Wait, really?”

“Yes, really,” she grumbled, opening her email. “I’ll submit this dumb thing now, but you’re turning in the itinerary tomorrow.”

You crossed your arms. “Fine.”

Momo clicked the ‘Send’ button, but as she hovered over the file attachment, you caught a glimpse of her hesitation.

“You should double-check it first,” you muttered.

Momo’s eye twitched. “You just said it was fine.”

“Yeah, but what if you—”

“Oh my god, would you just—”

“Just check it again!” you barked.

“Shut up,” Momo huffed — and suddenly her hand clamped over your mouth.

You froze. Her palm was warm, fingers curling slightly near your jaw, thumb resting just below your cheek. She wasn’t holding you tightly — just enough to stop you from speaking.

It smelled... nice. Clean, faintly floral — her lotion maybe? Your thoughts scrambled for a second before you caught yourself.

What the hell is wrong with you? you scolded yourself.

Momo seemed to snap out of it too, pulling her hand away quickly as if she realized what she'd just done. Neither of you said anything as she finally hit ‘Send.’

“Done,” she muttered, leaning back in her chair with a heavy sigh. “Thank god that’s over.”

You couldn’t resist. “Aw, you’re gonna miss me, aren’t you?”

“In your dreams,” Momo snorted.

You grinned. “You wish I dreamed about you.”

“Oh, please.”

The room fell into an oddly comfortable silence. The tension from earlier felt... different now. Softer.

“Hey...” Momo spoke up after a moment, her voice quieter than usual. “Thanks.”

You frowned, turning your head. “For what?”

“For... putting up with me,” she muttered, her eyes flickering to her lap. “I know I’ve been... kind of a pain.”

You snorted. “Kind of?”

Momo chuckled under her breath. “Okay... a huge pain.” Her voice softened. “But... I mean it. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

You blinked, unsure how to respond. Was she... being nice?

“Okay... what do you want?” you asked suspiciously.

Momo shook her head. “Nothing, idiot,” she laughed lightly. “I’m serious. You’re... you’re really dedicated. And hardworking. I like that.”

The words lingered in the air. You swallowed hard, feeling a strange warmth crawl up your neck.

Momo’s gaze lingered on yours for a beat too long. She licked her lips nervously, her body shifting just a little closer.

Before you could say anything, she leaned in — and her lips pressed softly against yours.

The kiss was tender at first — soft, almost hesitant — but then something shifted. It deepened, her lips moving against yours with a hunger that caught you off guard. Like she'd been holding herself back for far too long, and now she couldn’t stop.

You knew you should’ve pulled away. Should’ve shoved her back and demanded what the hell she was thinking. But instead... you melted.

Her hand slid to your jaw, fingers curling against your skin as her tongue swiped along your bottom lip. It was fleeting — just a tease — before she suddenly pulled back, her eyes wide in panic.

“I’m... I’m so sorry,” Momo stammered, her voice breathless. “I shouldn’t— I didn’t mean— I don’t know why I—”

You didn’t let her finish.

Grabbing her by the collar of her shirt, you yanked her back in, crashing your lips against hers once more. This time, there was no hesitation — just heat. The way her fingers dug into your waist, how her breath hitched as you tangled your fingers in her hair... it made your head spin.

Neither of you seemed to care how messy it was, how desperate — how much you both knew you shouldn’t be doing this.

But in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Her lips crashed back onto yours, this time with more urgency—more need. Her hand cupped the side of your neck, thumb grazing your pulse as if she wanted to feel just how fast your heart was racing. You barely registered the way her body shifted until your back hit the couch cushions, her weight pressing down on you.

Momo hovered above you, her knee slipping between your legs, trapping you beneath her as she added a bit of pressure to your core. The warmth of her breath fanned across your lips as she pulled back just enough to look at you. Her face was flushed, her pupils dark and blown out.

“Your lips…” she panted softly, her voice low and breathless. “They taste so good.”

Before you could even think of how to respond, she leaned back in, her lips slotting perfectly against yours. Her fingers slid into your hair, tugging just enough to make your breath hitch. The way she moved — slow yet deliberate — had you spiraling.

You knew this was dangerous. That whatever this was, it could only complicate things.

But when her body pressed closer, her lips claiming yours like she couldn’t get enough… you didn’t fucking care.

Her hands began to messily tug the hem of your t-shirt, slipping under to run her large cold hands on your soft skin, tracing shapes across your stomach.

She planted open mouthed kisses at your neck, each one earning a whine out of you, “Fuck.. keep making those noises, Y/N.” She tested the waters and moved higher from under your shirt, fingertips inches away from the lower part of your breasts.

She moved down to your collarbone, sucking on the skin there, leaving marks you knew you both were going to regret later—it didn’t matter right now though.

“Momo.. take it off..” you stammered out, your voice a fragile whisper that made Momo’s heart race—she held back wanting to ruin you whole.

She finally removed your t-shirt, throwing it somewhere on the floor, she took in your bare body, looking at it with primal hunger, an urge to devour you whole.

She unhooked your bra in a swift motion, cursing under her breath at the sight of your breasts, how perfect, how soft they looked—she knew they would be even better in her hands—she cupped one of them, squeezing it slightly, you jolted forward and squeezed your eyes shut, she let out a tiny chuckle “So sensitive huh, baby?”

Momo continues to explore your chest, her hands roaming over the soft mounds. She leans down to capture one of your nipples in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hardened peak. Her other hand kneads the other breast, enjoying the feeling of your perfect tits in her hands.

You moaned loudly at the feeling of her warm wet tongue, fingers automatically going to tangle into her blonde hair, soft curses slipping out of your lips as you slowly grinded your core on her thigh that was still positioned inbetween herlegs, Momo’s eyes practically rolled back once she heard my moans for the first time, that urge of hers to lose control slowly coming out. 

Momo's body reacts to your moans, her heart rate increasing and her breathing becoming heavier. She releases your nipple with a soft pop and looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. Her hands continue to squeeze and caress your chest, leaving red marks on your delicate skin. "Fuck..."

You whined in eagerness, pushing Momo’s head back into your chest—the tug was firm and desperate as your lip quivered in desperation, you wanted—you needed—her mouth.

“Needy girl..” she happily obliged your desperate tug, diving back onto your chest with enthusiasm. She alternates between your nipples, lavishing one with her tongue while pinching and teasing the other with her fingers. A grin spreads over her lips as she feels your pussy grinding urgently against her thigh.

Your lips shaped into a pout as you pressed deeper on her thigh, hands reaching up to grab Momo’s shoulders, nails digging into her skin through her shirt. “Fucks sake—please, momo.” you bit back, impatient and desperate. Momo smiled agaisnt your skin before nipping at it slightly, she pauses her teasing and looks up at you with a seductice glint in her eye. "Say please nicely, and maybe I'll give you what you want."

Fucking god.

She sucked and swirled her tongue hard and you snapped, “Oh fuck you—“ she cut you off my pressing deeper into your core, her tensed thigh pressing down on your desperate cunt, you threw your head back and moaned. “Such a dirty mouth, Y/N, do better.”

“Mmph—fuck off.” you spat out, though your body was reactive to every touch, every grope, every pull. Momo smirked, finding your stubbornness surprisingly arousing. She grinds her thigh harder against your pussy, making you yelp. "Are you always this difficult to fuck?" She asks in small pants, nipping at one of your breasts.

You gave in, a tiny whimper escaping your lips as you cried out in a shaky, soft voice, “Please, Momo..” her face softened into a satisfied grin, she has you right where she wants you. She begins increasing the pressure, rubbing agaisnt your clit with a smug look on her face “That’s better.”

“I need it..” your chest heaved as your nails dug deeper into the fabric of her shirt, rubbing against her thigh more frantically, “Yeah? What do you need?”, she tensed her thigh muscles, she knew you were soaked, your cunt warm on her thigh, she nipped at your breasts softly. Your mouth fell into an ‘O’ shape as she rolled your nipple inbetween her fingers, “Mmph—touch me, please..”

Momo gives in and finally slips her hand into your pants, cupping your dripping wet pussy, the warmth, the smell of musk, how wet it is—it’s driving her insane. "Is this what you need?" you frantically nodded as you bucked your hips forward into her hand, Momo’s eyes darkening with lust as she felt your wet cunt grind against her palm, she slowly slipped a single finger inside—letting you feel her length, she gasped at how easily her fingers entered “Gosh, Y/N.. you’re so fucking wet.”, she teased with a smirk as she pumped her single digit inside you.

You whined, “Stop teasing..”, every little pump just from her singular finger felt so good, lost in the moment, you closed your eyes and furrowed your brows out of frustration. "And if I don't?" Momo purred, her voice husky with desire. She spread your pussy lips with her fingers before adding a second digit. Hearing your little whines and moans was like a symphony to her ears. "What are you going to do about it?" she spat in mock pity.

Your voice cracked as you let out another moan as she hit all the right spots “Please!”, you sobbed out, you were sensitive, your face flushed all the way down to your neck—you grew impatient by the second, that cocky smirk on her face as she pleasured your pussy pissed—and aroused—you off even more.

Momo’s forearm and bicep flexed with every pump, licking her lips as she pressed down harder on your clit with her thumb, your pussy gripping her fingers for release, “You’re so fucking cute when you beg like this.” she watched as you threw your head back, tits bouncing slightly at every pump.

Gosh this was embarassing.

Not was she your senior, but she was the person you’d hate till the world ended—the one you’d swore you’d rather eat a thousand shard of glass before looking her way. Yet here she was, knuckles deep in your pussy making you feel good.

You moaned before speaking through gritted teeth “Mmph—so fucking embarassing.” you locked eyes with her before rolling them, eyebrows furrowing as she curled her fingers “Oh? but you’re loving every second of this aren’t you?”

“I told you to stop fucking teas—“ her hand came down and snapped on your thigh, the motion leaving a harsh red mark, you yelled at the pain, the stinging becoming somehow arousing, “Then stop talking back you whiny bitch.” she starts finger-fucking you rapidly, her hand a blur between your legs. She can feel your pussy starting to tighten around her fingers.

You whimpered in reply as you began grinding on her hand, puffy clit grinding agaisnt the palm of her hand—momo watched. The sound of your wet pussy squishing against her palm is driving her insane with desire. She leans in close, biting down on your earlobe. “You gonna cum, Y/N-ie?”

You nodded, lip quivering as you tried to speak up, but it felt impossible. Without a warning, she pulled out, a whine leaving your throat at the empty feeling, you locked eyes with Momo, who was smiling against your flushed and sweaty skin. She teases your nipples with her tongue, biting and sucking gently before moving lower. She can feel your body trembling with need, and it turns her on even more. “Momo?..” your voice shook again, almost like a cold tremble.

Momo hums against your skin, blowing cool air over your nipples before sucking them again. She loves having this effect on you, absolutely loves seeing you so desperate and needy. "What is it, sweetheart?" She murmurs, trailing kisses down to your navel.

“What are you?—Shit!!” you threw your head back as she latched onto your cunt, her warm tongue tasting your pussy for the first time, she lost control. As soon as Momo's lips touch your wet folds, she loses all it. She hooks your legs over her shoulders and buries her face between your thighs, licking and sucking furiously. She can feel you convulsing against her face, but she doesn't stop.

You beg and scream out her name, the people in the dorms next to you probably hearing the commotion, but you didn’t care—atleast in the moment—with shaky hands you latched onto Momo’s hair, tugging and pulling her head closer to your puffy cunt, the dorsal bump of her nose bridge rubbing against your clit.

Momo moans against your wet pussy as you pull her closer, the sounds of your screams spurring her on. Her tongue thrusts in and out of you rapidly, occasionally flicking up to circle your clit. The smell of your arousal fills her senses, making her drunk with desire. “You taste so fucking good.”

Your mouth fell open, eyes rolling back as you felt that familiar knot form in your stomach, “Fuck, fuck fuck—Momo i’m gonna cum.” She groaned against your pussy, her tongue working faster and harder. Feeling your body tensing up, your thighs clamping down on her head as you get closer to the edge. She doesn't let up, determined to make you cum all over her face.

“Shit.. Momo i’m—mmph..i’m cumming, baby—cumming!” your eyes rolled back as you jumped her face frantically, body convulsing and baco arching, coming undone on her tongue as your hands tugged her hair tighter, knuckles turning white. She flattens her tongue against your clit and holds it there, lapping at your juices as you cum hard against her mouth.

She helped you ride your high, sitting back on her heels, a dorkish-satisfied smile on her face as she looks at you. Her mouth is shiny with your juices, her bangs stuck to her forehead from the sweat and your arousal. “You’re so stupid,” you muttered with a suppressed smile as you pulled her in for a tiny peck she gladly reciprocated.

As she pulled back she nervously rambled as she tenderly brushed your sweat-drenched hair out of your face, her brows furrowed with concern. "Are you okay? Do you need anything? Water? A towel? Did I... go too—“ you pressed a kiss on her lips to shut her up. “I’m fine, just get me some clean clothes and let me rest, ‘kay?..” you croaked groggily as you caressed her cheek, and without any word, she ran off, ready to take care of you no matter the circumstance.

—

The morning had been... weird. Not bad — just off.

Momo barely said a word when you left her apartment, but that smug little smile never left her face. Every time you glanced at her, there it was — like she knew something you didn’t.

Walking into the lecture hall, you spotted Chaeyoung near the professor’s desk, watching her paper get torn apart with red ink.

Perfect.

You grinned and wiggled your brows. “So... you and Tzuyu, huh?” you teased as she glanced at her work partner who towered over her.

“Get lost,” Chaeyoung muttered, rolling her eyes — but she was smiling.

She turned to leave, but paused, her eyes flicking to your neck.

Her smile dropped. She stepped back, staring harder.

“Yah…” she muttered, then laughed under her breath. “Wear something more neck-covering next time, okay?*”

Your stomach sank.

Your hand shot up, fingers brushing over your skin — and that’s when you felt it.

You turned to Momo.

She was watching, smug as ever. The second your eyes met, her grin widened.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

“Oh no,” Momo teased, voice low. “Don’t hide it now.”

[jjsloverre]

Fetish

summary: jj is utterly obsessed with you, your love, your everything. and even when you fight and push him away, he’ll always be back to you.

warnings: insecure!reader, reassuring!jj, cussing, fluff, mentions of a breakup, cuddling, smut, fingering & i think that’s it!

“hey pretty, what’s got you so down?” jj says confused. i’ve been ignoring him all day, thinking of a good reason on why you were doing so. and the truth was, i were just insecure that i wasn’t good enough for him or his love. he overwhelmed me with love and affection and it just scared me completely.

i finally look up at him wiping my tears. “jj, i just feel like i can’t love you the way you love me, like we should just end it before i hurt you.” surprisingly, he gives me the sweetest look in history. he sat me down on his lap and rubs my back. “baby i like being with you alright? doesn’t matter as long as you know in your heart that you love me yeah?”

his words made my heart flutter. he really loved me, i get onto the bed. “can we cuddle jayj?” he didn’t hesitate to join me and wrap his strong arms around me. “how could i ever deny your beautiful self?” i love you” i say softly. he turns my body toward his face. “i love you more y/n. how about i show you how much i love you?” my stomach was doing backflips while he kissed my neck and pulled my pajama shorts down, along with my panties. “fuck you’re soaked, may i?” at my nod, he slips a finger knuckle deep inside me. i let out a soft whimper then he adds a second finger. “there’s my girl, i wanna hear those noises.”

i moan louder as he continues to pump his fingers faster and faster. and just like that, the knot in my stomach snapped and i came on his fingers. “fuck baby you’re tight. he pulls his fingers out slowly and licks them clean. “you’re delicious mama.”

he pulls me onto his chest and rubs the back of my head. “i love you baby, and always remember, i’ll always be here for you yeah? no matter what. i’m in love with you and i’m so happy that you’re my girlfriend. i don’t ever want you to think you’re not enough for me alright? you’re my everything, you’re like my fetish.” i lean up to peck his lips. “i love you so much more jj! thank you for loving me and being with me.” jj rubbed my lower back as he spoke. “always mama, you’re my girl, always and forever.”

[elig1aq]

TOO SWEET 4 ME | chapter 006. NOT WORTH IT?

PAIRINGS, innocent!reader x fuckboy!park sunghoon

GENRE, social media au, collage au, crack, fluff, smut, angst

SUMMARY, new year, new me! tired of the way your friends treated you like a baby, you try to change your personality from a goody two-shoes to a more captivating one. you think that's a drastic transformation to meet someones standard type, but does your crush (park sunghoon) think the same way?

PLAYING, fetish by selena gomez feat. gucci mane

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[24kmar]

𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 (P. Zweig)

Apart of my fic "Born Stunna"

𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Patrick Zweig x fem! Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ MDNI, Smut, language, cheating, brat! Reader, manipulative! Reader (wolf in sheeps clothing)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: when tashi and art start going to hard y/n with tennis, she decides to take a break from them. Confiding in none other than patrick. 🎀apart of my fic "Born Stunna". Enjoy!!

Idea from @doll-0f-flesh

𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒆, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍

Karma takes form in Y/N L/N. It had been a rough week for her. Art and tashi getting on her ass and her nerves. Sure she had been slacking with tennis, but could you blame her?

So much stress and hard work was bound to get to her. So, she looked for a stress reliever. That stress reliever taking form in patrick zweig. She saw the way he looked at her. His eyes following her wherever she went.

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔, 𝑰 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔

So, why not play it to her advantage? She told art and tashi she was going for a late night drive to clear her head. What she didnt tell them was that the passanger was none other than patrick.

"You sure about this?" He asks nervously, not wanting to get in the middle of her, art, and tashi.

"Yes pat, dont act like you dont want this as much as i do" she smirks, carressing his thigh softly.

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐.

"God- fuck" she gasped out as patrick bounced her on his cock in the driver seat of her car. Rain pouring down. Background noise to the sound of skin slapping skin.

"Shit" patrick moaned, bruising grip on her hips. Sure to leave marks she'd have to find a way to explain to tashi and art. "Fuck you feel like heaven" patrick groaned, eyes screwing shut and jaw falling slack. "Y'see that princess" he chuckled, looking down to see the bulge off his dick in her stomach "im in your guts." He giggled, pressing on the bulge.

Making her let out a mewl. His cock reaching places she didnt even know existed. The sting of the stretch bringing pleasure and pain. Leaning down to put her head in the crook of his neck, she started leaving open mouth kisses on it.

Making him moan, cock twitching as she lets out a particular moan. He knows that moan, thats how he knows shes close. This isnt the first time theyve done this.

"You close princess?" He speaks, grabbing the back of her neck making her look at him. "Huh?"

She nods, going to put her face back in the crook of his neck. "Nuh uh princess" he tuts, making her look at him again "want you to look at me when y'cum. Can you do that?" Nodding, she lets out a silent scream, cumming. "Atta girl" he smiles moving to kiss her neck. "Mm no marks" she whispers, earning an eyeroll from him. "Wonder what art and tashi would say if they saw you be such a slut for me" he smirked

The feeling of her cunt spasming around him getting him close also. "Fuck, m'gonna cum" he pants. "Where do you want it baby?" He asks. "Want y'to cum in me"she replied, gasping at the overstimulation. Just those words pushed him to the edge. Groaning as he came in her.

After getting redressed, they get to talking. Giggling like idiots, her phone buzzes. Rolling her eyes opening to see a texts from tashi and 3 missed calls from art.

"Oh shit" she spit out

"What? Whats up?" Patrick furrows his eyesbrows from the sudden change of atmosphere.

Looking over to see a message that reads

'Y/N'

'Where are you?'

'Y/nnn'

'Answer your phone'

'Are you with patrick?'

oh fuck.

[loviingpedri]

you got a fetish for my love. - pedri

prompt: obsessed pedri is everything.

fwb; not an established relationship



warnings: grammar issues, kinda toxic tbh, explicit/suggestive content (no in-depth details, minors dni), cursing, not proofread,

credits to owners for all images

and there he was, at your door again.

you honestly felt bad for the man.

one call. that was the only thing he needed. he would be at your house within minutes just by a singular phone call.

and you knew he would always answer. because his fear would be that if you would leave him.

standing in your mirror as pedri hugged you from behind. he was admiring every detail of you.

your hair, eyes, eyelashes, lips, teeth, jewelry. he loved every part of it.

and you would imagine you were returning the favor for him.

he wishes.

you reapplied your lipstick. his favorite shade.

thinking to yourself, “what makes pedri so obsessed with me?” staring at yourself more, you knew why he wanted to be nearer. brushing out your hair with your fingers, pedri gently touched the strands.

you knew what he wanted. you wanted it as much as he did. can’t deny his appetite.

every time he visited, the guilt consumed you. both of you couldn’t get enough of each other. you took a deep breath and sighed as he was kissing your jawline, moving his lips down to your neck. he deserved better. someone who could love him. someone who had all the time in the world for him. someone who wasn’t just a fuck buddy. you tried to tell him, but one thing that goes into one ear, goes out the other.

every time you try to push him out, he comes right back. there wasn’t any point of blaming him. it was a situation that neither of you could escape. he’s got a fetish for your love.

as he pulled down the spaghetti strap of your shirt, his voice sent shivers down your back. “if i were you, i’d do me too.” his whispers made your ears ring. it wasn’t a good idea to continue this situationship. you felt like you reached your limit to this. you craved for something more. for real love.

you couldn’t blame him for this. it was a mutual decision made. to you, it was like an automatic vow that you couldn’t catch feelings. it was embarrassing to admit that you failed. you were hooked to his body, like he was hooked to yours.

taking you over and under and twisted up like origami.

“i’m so obsessed with you. the way you walk, the way you talk.” knowing he was smiling while casually doing what he does best, you didn’t wanna push him out anymore.

pedri figured out he was getting under your skin. you usually played hard to get, but something changed in the air.

the rumors among your friends that you were doing each other was already insane. you didn’t want it to be public, but your mind was changing as pedri’s hand was on your shoulder.

you weren’t expecting to catch feelings for him. or were you just trying to sympathize?

feeding pedri’s fetish was done. but what if it was the opposite. all along, you thought it was him who was addicted. what if you had a fetish for his love? it was a valid explanation to why you couldn’t stop calling him. it also explained why you felt lonely when he wasn’t with you. the tables have turned. you couldn’t take it anymore. you were hurt by the thought of him leaving now. the pressure was growing, a need to open your mouth and talk about it.

“pedri,” you spoke low as he was gently rubbing your arm, trying to get comfortable cuddling. “can we talk about something?”

“of course, what’s on your mind?” he kissed the top of your head.

“what if we took things seriously? no more playing around? we can’t keep doing this forever.” the silence was killing you. you were feeling anxious for his response. what if you were just imagining things? what if you only thought he was hurting, but it was only your imagination. what if this was his plan all along?

“maybe.”

[thatonelovingwalker]

Carl x Reader x Ron

Summary: You and Ron found a stash of weed just few miles outside Alexandria, and convinced Carl to join you both for a smoking session.

TW: Weed, suggestive themes, make out session, marking, shotgun smoking, Carl is inexperienced

You and Ron finally convinced Carl to leave his home and go to your hiding cubby just outside the walls perimeter. You and Ron had turned it into a cubicle with pillows, blankets, snacks, and a couple homemade weapons for when either of you needed a break from the new world.

Carl knew about it vaguely, but he had never set foot in it. When he did however, you could tell he was tense. The thought of getting high when something could go wrong nearly triggered a panic within him. But at the sight of the pastel plushies that you scavenged calmed him a little.

“Carl, it’s going to be okay. Y/N set little traps around the place. She’s actually quite good at it,” Ron assured Carl, motioning to a spot on the small love seat.

“Yeah,” was all Carl responded with, taking off his gun holster and hat.

Once the three of you were comfortable, you and Ron started rolling the joints. Ron took his time, and eventually had to take over for you. You had never done it before, and if it was too loose, you’d get more air than anything.

You turned to look at Carl from your spot on the floor. His arms rested on his knees while his head stood still on his knuckles. He was watching intently to Ron as he worked, observing the way his fingers moved naturally, gracefully, wrapping each thread of the herb with precision. Carl was entranced. It made you smile.

You had known for a while about Carls attraction, though he never said anything to you. It was easy to spot. You and Ron had talked about it, but he brushed it off.

“All done. Ready?” Ron asked.

“Finally,” you giggled, taking the smoke from Ron. Carl grabbed his hesitantly, holding it as if it were a disease.

“It will help you relax, Carl. I promise,” Ron assured before lighting his own. He took a deep drag from the smoke, letting it rest in his lungs for a few seconds before releasing it. He looked blissed out just from one pump.

Carl saw this and attempted to pull one before coughing it back up. His lungs weren’t used to it.

“Oh geese Carl. Are you okay?” You asked him, watching him double over. You rubbed his back gently.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to,” you said. You didn’t want to pressure him.

“I have an idea that might make it easier, Carl. Wanna try it?” Ron told him. Carl coughed one more time before saying, “yeah let’s try. It doesn’t taste so bad anymore.”

“Probably because you coughed it all up!” You giggled at him in disbelief. He smiled at you gently.

“Alright. If I make you uncomfortable though, tell me,” Ron’s words confused you and Carl both, but he nodded to confirm the promise.

Ron shuffled forward on his knees with his joint. He looked Carl in his eyes before taking his left hand, and dragging it across Carls chin, making their faces align. Their noses almost touching, Ron lightly breathed, “Open.” It was a silent command to Carl, and before he could finish, Carls mouth widened.

You could see that Carls breath was becoming heavy, making you feel something within. Something new. Ron turned to pull out another drag, then turned back, his eyes half closed, and nearly connected their lips to blow out the smoke.

Carl closed his eyes as he took in all the smoke Ron offered him. He did it so quickly that he jolted forward slightly, making their lips connect for a moment. Ron pulled back after a few moments, making sure Carl was okay.

He didn’t cough this time. His eyes were still closed as he released it all. It was one of the hottest things you’ve seen.

“Any better?” Ron asked, looking at Carl. His eyes pleading.

“Yeah…” Was all Carl could say. “Can we keep doing that instead, Ron?”

All three of you were high out of your minds, and you somehow ended up with your head in Carl’s lap, and Ron at his feet. You all were giggling and yapping at one another, bonding over the drug. It was always tense around them. Now it felt like home.

You were laughing at something Ron said when you noticed Carl looking at you with a dazed gaze.

“What’s wrong, Carl? Are you—”

“You’re so pretty, Y/N,” Carl sighed, bringing his hand up to wrap his fingers around a strand, tugging slightly.

“Carl?” Your breathing started to get heavy again, and you sucking in a breath before Carl bent down to kiss you.

It was short, but sweet. He tasted of weed, and you were sure you did as well. After pulling back from the peck, you forced your hands into his locks, pulling him back down. This time, the kiss was rough and needy.

While you and Carl were making out, Ron moved to to Carls left, watching with his mouth open slightly, taking in the view of his two crushes taking each others breath.

You both put so much into it that your lips started to bruise. Pulling back because you needed air, a string of saliva was the only thing still connecting you both. Panting, you felt his jeans below your head tighten, making you smile. He just sat there with dilated pupils as he whimpered slightly.

“What about little ol’ me, Carl?” Ron asked next to Carl.

Ron placed his arm around Carl’s shoulder and used his free hand to tilt Carls head to meet his. All they did was stare at each other for a while.

And then Ron asked, “Is this okay?” Quietly, gazing at Carls bruised, wet lips.

Carls shoulders sagged suddenly from need. Even though we had barely done anything, it was overwhelming for Carl. He whimpered a positive note, making Ron grin.

Slowly, Ron went in to kiss him. It was soft and gentle at first, but with the sounds Carl was making as you moved your head slightly to see better, you rubbed his jeans just right.

Ron took that chance to force his tongue into Carls mouth, making him jerk slightly. Ron moved with him, and you could see his eyes glazing with unshed tears. Ron devoured Carls moans as he stole every kiss from him.

You rubbed your legs together to try and get some friction, anything. You sat up, taking a seat on the other side of Carl, moving the collar of his flannel.

While Ron sucked the life out of him, you decided to give his neck some attention. Leaving wet kisses along the pale, untouched skin, marking any space you could reach, causing him to tilt his head to give you better access. The noises he made only encouraged you and Ron.

It was going to be a long night.

[tearaez]

PARTY

boss!ricky, dom!ricky x fem!reader, 1.5k words, not grammar checked so please point out any mistakes you see so I can fix them, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!!), breath play/choking, pet names, please let me know if I missed anything!! Meant to be read with the song below !!

You didn't want to be here, but it's not like you had a choice. It was one of the only times that your company had an event like this, and all employees were required to attend, that included your boss. No one ever saw much of him, not even you, you'd maybe seen him a total of two or three times prior to this event, but you weren't very fond of him. For all you knew, his position was to just sit there and look pretty, you never saw him doing anything, nor did you ever care for anything that he did. On this night in specific, you felt uneasy, like you were being watched. Sure enough, there he was; Ricky stood against the wall, talking to some of the HR staff, his eyes never leaving your frame, despite being mid conversation. You couldn't deny that he was a good looking guy, especially with his outfit for the party. He wore a black velvet button down covered by a black suit vest, and some black dress pants. Although it wasn't much, damn did it compliment his slender frame.

You hadn't realized that you and Ricky had been staring at each other for a while until you felt a finger tap your shoulder, revealing a man you'd never seen before. "Hey beautiful, wanna dance?" By the way the man spoke, you could tell he was intoxicated; it only took a few seconds longer for you to notice that he reeked of alcohol. You politely shook your head, taking a step away from him, trying to set some boundaries, but he obviously didn't care. "Aw come on~ Don't be a buzzkill darling~" The man spoke, his hands making their way to your waist, gripping it harshly as he tried to pull you closer to him.

"I'm not interested.." You spoke, trying to distance yourself from him but he wouldn't budge.

"I'm not gonna ask you again. I said let's dance." You were surprised, to say at the least a his change of tone, the awkward smile on your face being replaced by a look of disgust.

"Can you not hear? I said-"

"No, she said no. Now get lost before I have you fired." Ricky spoke from behind the man, the hand that he had on his shoulder harshly yanking him away from you. You just stared at Ricky, the smirk he had on his face earlier that evening being replaced with a scowl of anger. You snapped yourself out of your trance, opening your mouth to finally say something, but he spoke first. "Meet me back in five if I matter." He nodded in the direction of the bathrooms, taking a good 10 seconds to just stand in front of you and look you up and down, before returning to the conversation he was having before you had your previous encounter.

Who were you to say no? Especially to him? Hell, the man's so good looking he could probably tell the air vents what to do and they'd listen. You occasionally glanced over to where Ricky was, checking to see if he was still there. After what seemed like forever, but was a few measly minutes, his eyes locked with yours as he started heading towards the bathroom, you following soon after you saw him disappear behind the door.

When you'd entered, Ricky was nowhere to be seen. "Ri-" You began to speak, but you were cut off by a large hand cupping your mouth.

"Shh, keep it down, don't want anyone to know we're in here, kitty." You made a face at his nickname, opening your mouth to speak before you were cut off by him yet again. "You know why you're in here, right?" He questioned, the hand that was over your mouth sliding down your shoulder onto your waist, teasingly tracing your curves until he got to the door lock, locking the door so no one could interrupt the two of you.

"Uhm.. no, Mr.Shen." You looked up at him, one of his eyebrows raising, trying to determine if you were playing dumb or not. A devilish smirk spread across his face as he looked to the side, before turning his attention back to you.

"Well, let me tell you kitty.." He started, leaning in closer to you your faces only inches apart from each other. "I want you to pay me back for helping you with that creep earlier... do you think you can do that, hm?" Ricky's hand snaked itself around your waist, pushing you against the metal door as he got closer.

"A-And how would you like me to do that, Mr.Shen..?" You gulped, your voice hoarse and never louder than a whisper, causing him to lean in closer to you, his lips now on the side of your ear.

"Don't make me explain, you know what I want." Ricky's voice was stern, his face lifting until he was eye level with you once more. "Do you think you can do that for me, kitty?" You found yourself lost in his words, mindlessly nodding at him, his smile returning. He lifted a hand to caress the side of your face before pulling you to him, crashing his lips onto yours in a deep, sensual kiss. You were too distracted by his taste that you almost didn't feel his cold hands on the small of your back, unzipping your dress before tossing it onto the counter behind him. His hand made its way to your hair, bunching all of it up in a make-shift ponytail before yanking your head back, a gasp leaving you at the action.

"listen kitty, i wanna hear you, but you can't be too loud.. can't have other employees finding out about our little meet up.." he whispered against your neck, his free hand caressing your sides once more, making its way to your panties, moving lower until they ghosted over your cunt, beginning to rub your clit at a painstakingly slow speed. You looked at him, a light blush creeping onto your face as you had realized that you were basically naked while the man in front of you was still completely clothed. After a bit, his fingers finally moved the fabric to the side, swiping through your folds a few times before one of his long, slender fingers pushing inside of you, finally earning a sound. "ah, there it is." Ricky whispered to himself, inserting another one before beginning to move his fingers, the speed increasing with every thrust. The bathroom was filled with nothing but the sounds of your dripping cunt from his index and middle fingers thrusting into you at light speed.

"Mr.Shen.." You whimpered, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to that sweet release you wanted. At your words, Ricky pulled his fingers out of you with a puff of air leaving him, struggling with the buttons and zipper of his dress pants before throwing them behind the both of you near where your dress laid.

"No more of that Mr.Shen crap kitty, just call me Ricky." He growled, taking his thick cock in his hands, pumping it a few times before picking up one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist. "I hope you can take me, because once I start I'm not slowing down." He spat, swiping his tip through your folds, sending a shiver through your body. He slowly pushed inside of you, groaning as he felt you tighten around him as he bottomed out. You both moaned in unison when he started moving, your a bit louder than his, a bit louder than what he wanted it to be. His hand starting moving upwards, this time coming to the front of your neck, pressing you against the door as he thrusted into you. "Not a sound kitty, not a sound." His hand tightened and released every few times he thrusted into you, all of your moans being caught in your throat, none but very few leaving.

"Ricky.." You managed to get out, you weren't going to last long, the time between him edging you with his fingers and him shoving his cock inside you wasn't a big break, you were gonna unravel any moment. "Please, so close.."

"Does my kitty wanna cum, hm?" Ricky teased, placing a quick kiss to your lips as his thrusts got faster releasing his hold on your neck as both of his hands went to your hips, pulling you flat to his waist every time he disappeared inside of you. "I'll allow it this time, go ahead kitty.. cum all over my cock." And with those words, you finally let go, creaming all over him. "There we go, almost there kitty, just a little bit more..." He whispered, peppering kisses all over your neck as he continued his abuse on your cunt trying to chase his own high, a loud groan leaving him as he shot his seed inside you, the both of you stilling, trying to catch your breath.

"Well, can't say I didn't have fun with you kitty, but I'm afraid this won't just be a one time thing... Meet me in my office tomorrow at 4, then I can give you a thank you for your thank you."

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YAYAYAYAYAY after an hour of writing & markiplier videos it's finally done !! happy to have finally posted something after not having really wrote anything since my taerae rush earlier this year, my apologies :( @onlyhoons

[inkedtae]

between roar and whisper ⇾ playlist

⎡ Your passion for him toggles between a roar and whisper. He’s not satisfied until your eyes roll. ⎤

10 songs | 34 mins.

» slytherin!chan x gryffindor!reader (f.)

» coming chantober 2024

» stream the playlist

» suggest songs

Bed Chem – Sabrina Carpenter

I Hate U – SZA

Into It – Chase Atlantic

Skin – Rihanna

Up Late – GEMINI

You and I – PRVIS

needy – Ariana Grande

Fetish (feat. Gucci Mane) – Selena Gomez, Gucci Mane

Wicked Games – Kiana Ledé

wRoNg (feat. Kehlani) – ZAYN, Kehlani

[pinksxloass]

Self-concept music cause ur the baddest girl alive 💕😚

^^ (1:30 the chorus is too good)

^^ chorus is too good, and maggie's part omgg

Thats all. part two, maybe?

[sunkissedchld]

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔

the piles go from left to right. therefore, pile one is the pink box with a charlie brown theme, pile two is the 2022 letter with a tiger sticker, and so on and so forth.

this PAC details what messages you have been intentionally missing because you don’t want to acknowledge or admit something. parts of these messages may sound harsh, but it’s not meant to be in a mean way - it’s meant to be in a blunt way where you can no longer ignore what you’ve been putting off.

take your time to use your intuition to choose the pile that will best resonate with you. lastly, please don’t be afraid to say if the message resonated or not. it helps me in determining if my interpretations are correct or not, and i appreciate any sort of feedback - even if it’s “bad”.

good luck to you, reader 📨

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈

Shufflemancy:

"Muwop" by Latto (feat. Gucci Mane)

"Dynamite" by Gallant & Brandy

"Guns and Ships" from Hamilton the Musical

"Talkin' Bout" by Loui (feat. Saweetie)

"Champagne Poetry" by Drake 

Cards:

Seven of Cups, Ace of Wands, Eight of Pentacles, Eight of Cups, The Lovers (Rx), Eight of Wands

Reading:

Folks of pile one, you may have a lot of choices at your fingertips. These choices could have to do with what school you should go to, or what career should you pursue; should you change jobs, or should you pursue a promotion; should you continue in the beliefs and way of thinking you've already established, or should you look into new philosophies? Intuitively, these choices have to do with the new and the old - do you continue doing something you've developed a routine of doing, or should you try something totally new and out of your comfort zone? Some of these choices seem dreamier than they actually are and that's possibly what's causing you confusion. For most of you, you're being asked to choose the new over the old; in all, this collective is being told to go for the choice that stirs up motivation, enthusiasm, and inspiration in you - make the choice that brings you happiness. 

With 888 being shown by the cards, you're being told to trust that everything is falling into place for you. Do you trust your guides the way you say you do? One line that sticks out comes from the final shufflemancy song, "Champagne Poetry" by Drake, when he says "still managed to moonwalk straight through a minefield". Some of you may be learning the skill of faith - and not just the kind where you say you have it. The changes you're being asked to make will lead you to better circumstances in your future, but you have to take the leap to accept them. There's a need to see your loss of the old or your comfort zone as an opportunity for more; I'm reminded of that one Facebook meme when a little girl is holding a small teddy bear and telling Jesus that she doesn't want to give it up, but Jesus has an even bigger bear right behind his back that he's ready to give her when she gives up what she's used to. If you continue on the path you're on right now, you will continue to feel the disappointment, confusion, and imbalance you've been experiencing for a while now. 

The easier and more willing you are to give up the old, the quicker you will experience movement towards the new. Trust the process of your growth.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐈

Shufflemancy:

"Everytime" by Smarty Baby (feat. Spool)

"NASA" by Ariana Grande

"She Knows" by J. Cole

"Cash Race" by Tinashe

"So Far So Fake" by Pierce the Veil

Cards:

Queen of Cups, Seven of Wands, Six of Pentacles, Page of Swords, The Empress, Knight of Cups, Four of Cups, Queen of Swords

Reading:

The majority of energy surrounding you, pile two, is connected to your emotions and intuition. You may be very used to caring for others and giving them your all. You may be known as the "parent" friend that is always caring for your friend group and nurturing others' wishes and wants. With "NASA" and "She Knows" as shufflemancy songs, I get the feeling you're being asked to stand up for yourself and figure out what you need from others instead of constantly giving to them. You may be very used to persevering and pushing through your emotional highs and lows on your own while others often turn to you to burden theirs. The lyrics from "She Knows" stick out the most when Cole repeats, "I can't be what you want from me" and also "only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn up". You can't give anything to other people if you don't first take care of yourself because if you do that, you will burn yourself out - one way or another. 

You're being asked to communicate your needs in relationships to those you care to continue to have one with. Now is the time to bring in new ideas about communication and your ideas of how you'd like to experience a relationship - friendship, romance, work, and more. You need to speak up. You may worry that if you rock the boat so to say, then you'll experience conflict; you're worried you will lose people you consider important; you may worry that no one cares for you the same way you care for everyone else. The thing is, you have the ability to bring abundant and nurturing energy to not only others, but also yourself. Everything blooms around you - because of you. It's okay, and it's time, to put yourself first, especially since for so long you've done the complete opposite. You should likely do some meditation and thinking about what it is you need in order to feel appreciated in a relationship, and if people are not willing to meet said needs, then it's time to cut yourself free and find independence from those who are not willing to meet your needs. 

You deserve to have people around you that make you feel safe and supported. Relationships (of all kinds) are not one-way streets where you should be the only person driving. They need to be reciprocal or else you're just giving yourself away until you're withered down to nothing, and that is not sustainable. Not now; not ever.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈

Shufflemancy:

"What Are We" by Inayah

"Treat You Better" by Shawn Mendes

"Know Better" by Tinashe

"Lost One" by Jazmine Sullivan

"break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored (live)" by Ariana Grande

Cards:

Six of Cups, Seven of Swords, The Hanged Man, Nine of Wands, Four of Pentacles, Page of Swords (Rx), Three of Cups, The Magician

Reading:

You might be feeling very nostalgic right now or as of recent. You could have feelings for a childhood or long-term friend or this friend has feelings for you. You could have recently gotten back into contact with them and they realized their feelings or you realized yours. One person may be trying to make a move towards the other, but the other person is closed off, possibly lying to themselves about how they actually feel about the person who is being honest about theirs. This could also apply differently in that one person is in a relationship where they're being lied to, manipulated, or cheated on. The other person could realize what's happening and think, "they don't deserve that; I would treat them so much better - I wish they could see that". In both situations, there's a feeling of suspension and restriction in some way. Someone could be afraid of making a move or falling for someone else. 

The way this message came in for you, pile three, was different from the others since technically only two songs are considered shufflemancy; the other three were channeled during a time I wasn't doing a reading. To me, this means this message is a little more urgent and that you need to make a move or decision quicker than those who chose other piles. For those of you who may be thinking, "maybe this isn't for me", some other signs this could be for you are 7/77/777, heavy Sagittarius and Leo energy or placements, heavy or significant Saturn transit aspects, and/or someone with Jupiter in retrograde in their natal chart. 

Moving on, you're being asked to have some courage and gather the strength needed to face your fears. For those of you who are in a relationship, maybe your current significant other isn't who you think they are; maybe they've broken your trust many times, or held you back from things that make you happy, or create an environment of love that isn't safe or preferred in some way. You deserve (and can receive) a better type of love and commitment from other people than the person you're with right now if you're feeling they aren't appreciating you. Be willing to demand more for yourself because you deserve it; you are worth it.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐕

Shufflemancy:

"Still Into You" by Paramore

"Water Me" by Lizzo

"Miss Murder" by AFI

"Love Killa" by Monsta X

"Sicko Mode" by Travis Scott (feat. Drake)

Cards:

Page of Swords, Five of Wands (Rx), Seven of Cups, King of Wands, Judgment, The Sun, Two of Wands

Reading:

Choosers of pile four, you're being asked to be willing to share your ideas and feelings more than you are currently. You are entering a new phase of life where not talking and keeping your thoughts to yourself will not serve you. You may be receiving new opportunities of different kinds (jobs/internships for some of you, new friendships and relationships, etc.), and there's a need for you to no longer avoid confrontations in order to have peace, but instead you need to speak up and find a compromise for you and the other person or people. There's a way to have both of your needs met rather than just one person's. 

Moving on, you may need to make quick choices soon. Some of you may have been dreaming about working in a certain field or meeting someone specific, and that wish could be coming to fruition. There may be a vast array of options, but make sure you're making the right choice and not falling for the illusionary and fanatical ones; go over what your options carefully. When you finally make a decision, be bold in it and don't waver - someone could try to persuade you to do something other than what you want, but you'll need to stand up for yourself; this could be why you're being told to speak up more now. Be willing to take action and be a leader when it comes to what it is you want to achieve. 

When making this decision, follow your intuition, logic, and heart. Think of what it is you want to come out of what you've wanted for so long; what are your true desires? What is it that you want to experience? Have confidence in your abilities and also in the thought that everything you want and dreamed of could absolutely happen for you. Have faith in yourself. Allow yourself to experience the happiness you dreamed of and always wanted. Be willing to make moves forward in your life. Don't allow others or yourself (as a result of anxieties) to hold you back from your potential.

[jennaortegasshoes]

Confessions

WARNING: pervy!ethan, shy!ethan, sub!ethan, masturb!tion!ethan, dom!reader, fake innocent!reader, dirty!ethan, handjob!e receiving, blowjob!e receiving

short summary: reader inviting ethan over to study, ethan gets distracted and masturbates to readers voice, reader acts innocent and leads ethan on.

DNI IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE I AM NOT IN CHARGE OF WHAT YOU READ, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

"okay so ethan, what is it your struggling on?" You took a seat at your desk, opening your study notebook to get started. Ethan shifting to the side so he could lean over and take a look. "i-its algebra, i struggle with algebra." he cleared his throat.

"okay so, you can take a seat on my bed while i talk you through it, is that okay?" you turned your head to look at him.

he nodded and sat on your bed, putting his workbook down next to him. "thats okay. Uhm where do we start" you turned back around to face your own paper. "Okay its fairly easy, any numbers combined with a letter are what we are going to have to work out, see that 'x' next to the number '2?' Thats what were focusing on okay?"

"uh-huh" he found himself lost in your voice, like he was trapped around your words, every time you spoke sent a lightening strike to his cock. "u-uhm, so if i just add the two numbers together and add the x onto the first number is that correct?" his breath was shaky.

"good ethan! do you want me to keep walking you through the calculations?"

"y-yes, y-yes please" He couldnt help the stutters coming from his mouth, he wanted you to keep talking. Infact he never wanted you to stop.

you chuckle "eager arent we, so if were gonna talk about equations that don't have the answer to 'x' were going to have to find out 'x' before we can complete the equation! For example here we have 7 + x - 5 = 8, what we have to do is 8+5-7! To find 'x' which is 6! To which we can replace x with 6 and the equation is complete!!"

He was palming himself through his jeans, your voice was pushing him into a different mindset, the way you were talking was turning him on. "o-oh okay. uh-huh"

"so now you know how to do that can you complete those questions for me ethan?" you push your chair back, "its page 12 of the booklet i gave you."

a low grown escaped his mouth. "s-sorry yeah." he uses his free hand to flick through the pages.

"do you need any extra help, or do you think what i told you was enough for you to. let go" you tilt your head to the side flicking through your own workbook to revise.

"no no it was enough." his breathing was becoming heavier, and his hand wasn't doing enough palming him over his clothes, he needed more, and he was going to get more. He popped open the top button on his jeans carefully unzipping so it wasn't to obvious of the dirty deed he is about to commit.

"ethan, when your finished with that would you come over here for me?"

"of course, uhm im just starting this n-now." He freed his cock from his boxers, letting it hit his lower stomach, before grabbing it and pumping it. "c-can you tell me how to do it again please" he needed you to speak.

"oh sure! So you just need to find the value of 'x' too complete the equations! Like i said 7+x-5=8, all you have to do is add 5 to 8 to get 13 then take away 7 from that answer so you get 6! easy peasy! Do you get it?"

"o-oh, mhm yeah i get it" he grunts pumping his cock in his fist faster, his breath getting shakier and quiet moans erupting from his mouth.

you tilt your head to the side, you heard him "ethan? You okay?" You were slightly worried.

"y-yeah im okay y/n, j-just doing my work" his hand staying at the fast paste and the knot in his stomach beginning to form

you notice the slight whimpers, the low grunts and the moans. you realise what hes doing. you weren't mad. you were more than excited. excited to tease him

"ethan, you know I've always wanted to run my fingers through your hair" you smirk "run my hand down your neck and your back, ive seen you be so stressed recently. ive been wanting to give you a massage"

he moans, thinking about those things happening, his perfect fantasies coming to life were more than enough for him to let go, enough for him to cum.

"anyways ethan, you gonna come?" You smirk to yourself

"w-what?" his chest rising and falling at a speedy pace

"you know, you gonna come? come over here?"

"o-oh right! yeah come over there!" he gulps "i'm kinda s-stuck on my work r-right now. U-uhm maybe after?" He lets out a low moan

"how about i come over there, and help you?" you push yourself off the chair and onto the ground

"maybe i can even, suck your dick?" You turn to face him.

"s-suck my d-dick? He opens his eyes to see you looking at him.

you take your steps over to the bed before dropping onto your knees "you dont want me to?" You tilt your head to the side looking up at him with dark eyes.

"no no no please do please!" he bites his lip looking down at you desperately, all his fantasies coming true in a beat of a heart.

"anything for you big boy" grabbing a hold of his cock and pumping it a few times, watching his foreskin roll back and his pre-cum drip out of his tip.

he throws his head back, his eyes rolling back into his skull, this is all he has ever wanted. and its here right in front of him.

you lower your head down licking a stripe along the crease on his tip. pushing the tip into your mouth, then the body wrapping your lips around his length.

"f-fuck" he opens his eyes, just to watch you suck his cock. "g-go, please"

you swirl your tongue around him, pulling yourself up and pushing yourself back down, sucking his dick. Maintaining eye-contact. looking up at him through your lashes.

he whimpers feeling the pure ecstasy of your mouth, the pleasure re-building fast from his lost orgasm from before. "y-y/n im g-gonna cum! p-please let me cum"

you keep bobbing your head on his cock. "Cum, cum for me ethan." You mumble around him.

he lets out a low moan, his orgasm crashing down, from the vibrations sent to his cock and the permission you gave him.

you swallowed the thick string of cum that emptied into your mouth, pulling off his cock before replacing it with your hand to get him through his orgasm.

"G-god, y-y/n" he came down from his orgasm, breath heavy.

You stand up. wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your sweater.

"i think you should come study at mine more often"

[swayziiwriter]

Beachside | Pedri González

summary: bringing one of your fathers star players and secret boyfriend to your own personal secluded part of the beach opens a window to beachside action. What Xavi doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Your sweaty hands remained in place as you dragged your boyfriend to a more secluded section of the beach that you had first discovered as a child in Barcelona. The heat from the sun shone down on you both. You and Pedri had finally found time to hideaway from your father, Xavi. Your love was risky, forbidden almost as the fallout from your relationship would be catastrophic. Though, you didn't often think about it, instead you appreciated the time you were able to spend with Pedri. At last arriving at the restricted region of the ocean side, you guided for Pedri to put down the ocean side towel in the sand so both of you could sit. You were surrounded by palm trees, casting some shade away from the sun as waves of the stunning blue ocean came and went in front of you.

Pedri sat down on the towel first and grabbed your hips before placing you between his legs. As you melted into the sensation of his rigid abs pressing against your back, his arms began to twist around your chest. You two just respected the ocean before you, it's always yearning magnificence binding you, "it's lovely." You spoke in awe, and you couldn't get over how many times you had seen this particular beach. "But not as beautiful as you." When Pedri's mouth abruptly met your neck, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes in bliss, laughing slightly at the cliched response. He brushed his lips against your cheek, making your neck rise more and more in response to the enticement until your lips were only a few millimeters apart from his.

You looked scared as you opened your eyes and shook your head. You were technically still in a public place, and you had never dared to have sex in public because you were too afraid of being fined or worse, arrested. Nevertheless, Pedri insisted, "come on. I believe you enjoy danger." The impact Pedri had on your body bested your staggering contemplations as a recognizable intensity spread all through your center. As he gently pulled your bottom lip out with his teeth and his fingers resting over your pulse point, he could feel it quicken. He let out a low moan as your ass unintentionally slammed into him at the action. He covered your mouth with his hand as he slid it down the front of your bikini and let out a loud groan. As he felt how tightly you were, he dipped his finger inside of you and almost shuddered at the heat. "You're so wet around my fingers." he lauded as he slid another digit in your hole.

"Oh, my god!" You moaned, "Pedri, no." "por qué no?" snatching tightly to your jaw, he followed kisses across your cheek as he siphoned his fingers within you, "don't think that Barcelona should figure out you're my girl who loves getting finger-screwed on a public ocean side?" Pedri slid his fingers as far as possible in and back out a couple of times in lengthy, full strokes, prior to bringing them up and scouring your clit. As his cock strained in his swimsuit briefs, begging to grow, you moan and arch your back. "I'm afraid they'll find out i like it," you lick his bottom lip as you rub your ass into his dick. He started kissing you quickly and forcefully, almost as if he was starving and you were the only food he wanted after hearing your response."I'll keep your secrets safe." He kissed your neck and jaw, pulled your earlobe between his teeth, and plunged back into your dripping cunt. He never slowed his fingers as he tasted every scrap of skin he could reach.

His fingers keep moving in a deep, steady way and occasionally come out to swirl around your clit and feel you shiver against him. He spread your legs out wider and extended his fingers, savoring the sensation of you while covering your aching pussy in his hand. "Pedri" Your eyes were reckless and full of lust. "I can feel how difficult I'm making you." you murmured up at him, kissing his jaw. You do something shocking to both you and Pedri without really thinking in the heat of the moment. covering his hand on your pussy, you press it into yourself, grating against it, groaning as your body grates against his. You can tell how much of an impact your actions are having on Pedri by feeling his fingers squeeze your waist as he bars his teeth. He notices that your breasts rise well off your chest when he looks down at your chest. Your hard nipples poke through the fabric of your bikiniton making your smooth skin erupt into goosebumps in front of him.

"Quitarlo" He pulls on your top's strap. As you cautiously reach behind your neck and pull the string in one long, fluid motion, you take a quick breath in and look up, keeping his eyes on you. As Pedri comes up, the straps loosen at your sides, slowly peeling off one triangle of fabric to reveal your pretty flesh. you pull away the other triangle as Pedri gazes at you in wonder. The Spanish footballer couldn't help but admire everything about you, from your body to how you play him to how you say just the right thing to make him crazy and get him interested. You became extremely wary and aware of the fact that you are sitting on the beach with your core slicked and nothing covering your breasts due to the wind's gusts. You cover yourself by raising your arms. "I told you to do that, didn't I?" As you slowly lower your arms, you expose your skin to him, and hopefully only to him, again.

"How long would you want me to keep them out" You asked almost hesitantly, hoping no one would notice your vulnerability. He put his hand back in your bottoms and slipped his two fingers deep within you once more. He responded, "until you cum," pumping you while watching your tits bounce as your body swayed. You groan, closing your eyes tightly. "Do you like it like this? "He mocks. "Yes" "Speak to me." "I love it!" You scream. Pedri can't stop looking at you as he fucks you and kisses your lips. "come on, baby. "he snarls as you roll your butt against him, dry-fucking his dick as he fingers you, "spread those legs and cum on my fingers." You fuck his hand while resting your head on his shoulder and reaching back with one hand to hold the back of his neck.

Pedri's stomach starts to feel low as you rub against his cock, and as the two of you push each other harder, he feels pain rolling through him. Pedri is imagining his dick inside you fucking you as your tits are bouncing rough and fast. "Please, Pedri." You beg by pressing down on him. Blood races to his cock, feeling a smidgen of cum trickle out of his tip. "Just a little more, bébé" You whimper, "ah." You are aware that Pedri is playing with you, but you are so engrossed in pleasure that it is difficult to think clearly, "Yeah, whatever you want." "anything I desire?" You scream and frantically nod. yes! " As you chase your orgasm, you move faster and faster until you finally throw your head back and stand still, muttering and shivering as you go. oh, god!" Pedri pushes his fingers somewhere within you, scouring your perfect balance and feeling your body's little spasms as the climax manages you.

Your body is tight, you are breathing quickly, and Pedri has a rock-hard cock that hurts in his briefs. As your orgasm subsides and you settle down, your chest rises and falls more and more slowly. Pedri feels a wave of warmth wash over him as he looks down at your beautiful body and face. He kisses your cheeks and jaw as he leans down and says, "i love you," which goes all the way down your neck. You can't help but giggle at the fact that Pedri just let you off on a public beach where anyone could have seen you, still a little dazed from your orgasm. "I cannot believe that we just did that." You stood up, grabbed your bikini top, held the string of the straps out behind your neck, and Pedri tied them.

Pedri gave you a quick kiss on the shoulder after the little knot was tied, and you turned around to give him a kiss on his plump lips."Remind me to repay you when we get back to my place" As you move your hand over his prominent bulge, you giggle. with a kiss of his teeth and a moan, Pedri answers, "wouldn't forget it" coming to in and bringing you down to lay on top of him, your lips not even once leaving each other.