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How TWST Charas Love (As Told By Tarot) | Scarabia + Savanaclaw

tags: gn!reader, headcanons, tarot

a/n: it’s about time i start writing for the dudes in twisted wonderland. i got some ideas swirling in my head, but the easiest and funnest are always doing the tarot headcanons since every reading is so different. there’s too many characters to do this in one post, so this is gonna be spread out across several. anyway, sup twst writing community, happy to join you guys

deck: true black tarot

kalim

the star, the hierophant, nine of cups, nine of pentacles

you want for nothing if you are loved by kalim. whether it’s smothering your faces with kisses when you’re sick or whisking you away for an impromptu ride on a magic carpet anywhere in the isle of the sages, kalim is aware he has a blessed life and he wishes to share that life with you wholly. a family, kalim wants to incorporate you in all of his families and vice versa. while at school, the whole of scarabia is your family. your family is his family. and, of course, kalim’s exceedingly large family is yours for as long as you’ll have him. kalim chooses to believe in the good of the world and trusts that in spite of the bad, the world will give back what it receives. he believes meeting you is no different and returns the world’s generosity in full in how much effort he puts into maintaining your relationship. he’s more than your boyfriend, he’s one of your best friends. someone you can dance with when you’re happy, someone you can lean on when you’re not at your strongest and he knows that he can trust you to be the same for him. in the rare chance he hasn’t thought of marriage, his parents definitely have plans to add you to the family.

jamil

the lovers, four of pentacles, anant, seven of cups

if you were to ask jamil whether or not he believes in the concept of soulmates, he’d probably scoff. “are you seriously asking me that?” that’s a childish concept kalim and najma would believe in, not someone like himー but his actions say otherwise. the man is a romantic, a hopeless one at that. while your relationship might have started with you initially being a pawn in jamil’s game of currying favor among the student body, true feelings developed on his part. romance was the last thing on jamil’s list of priorities and yet him being with you just makes sense, like a law of the universe. the cycle of the universe is one cyclical in nature, what happens once will surely happen again and jamil doesn’t doubt your relationship works the same way. this life into the next. he still wishes to make a name for himself yes, but the thought of a domestic life with you in tandem with those hypothetical accomplishments isn’t far from his mind either. but this aspect of jamil stays strictly between the both of you. he wouldn’t be able to live it down if others knew about this side of himself.

leona

five of pentacles, four of swords, the fool, ace of cups

getting together with leona was needlessly hard in the beginning for the man refused to acknowledge the feelings he had for you. he outright rejected them. wanting things in the past regardless of how hard he worked for them never worked in the past, why would they in the present? it took serious reflection and (unwanted but needed) advice from his friends to take the steps to accept how he felt and move forward. a relationship of this nature is new territory for leona but blind as he might be, he walks forward with confidence. he isn’t the best at words but he shows he loves you in his actions. in how he holds your hand when you’re scared, in the small but warm smile he wears when he sees your victories and in how he drags you out to the botanical garden for a nap if you’re working well-beyond your limits. those moments with you comfort him as much as he hopes they comfort you. despite his gruffness, leona is a thoughtful lover and he pays attention to you more than you initially think. don’t be surprised if you off-handedly mention something you’d like to what you think is an inattentive boyfriend. a week later, leona will present it to you nonchalantly and raise an eyebrow when you look surprised. of course he listens to you when you ramble, dork.

ruggie

page of pentacles, queen of pentacles, the hanged man, justice

looking out for number 1 might come naturally to ruggie, but he is surprisingly mature and knowledgeable with matters of the heart. as such, he surrenders easily to his feelings when he is aware of them and doesn’t hesitate to tell you how he feels. as far as he saw it at the time, he could either come to terms with things and ask you out and know if you feel the same way. or he could fight it and end up losing his chance to be with you because someone else with their shit together asked you out first. it was a pretty clear choice. ruggie prides himself in being dependable as your boyfriend and enjoys doting on you as much as he enjoys teasing. ruggie might poke fun at your room being messy but he is already rolling his arms up to sweep as he speaks. ruggie is well aware that there are plenty of people out there who have him beat in certain areas, but ruggie also knows there are plenty of things that he does excellently. while your own acknowledgement of those things isn’t necessary, it pleases him nonetheless. he might not be able to give you bundles of extravagant gifts, but he is able to get you plenty with his skills at haggling.

jack

queen of swords, knight of wands, the chariot, king of swords

another one who is pretty in-tune with his emotions and doesn’t hesitate to tell you how he feels. what’s the point in lying to you or himself about how he feels? when you look good, he says it. when you look like you’re having a rough time, jack says he might not be able to make your troubles go away but he’ll try. his honesty is endearing most of the time. jack tells it to you straight, good, bad and in between. he wants you to feel this way as well. if there’s a problem with the relationship, how is he supposed to fix it if you don’t tell him anything? jack says things bluntly, but he will find ways to soften his words if he sees that certain levels of bluntness hurt you. surprisingly not against pda; if you’re within an arm’s reach, jack will have an arm around you to hold you close. it’s not so much about letting everyone in a three mile radius know you’re taken ーwell part of it isー he just enjoys feeling you close and smelling your scent. jack wouldn’t call himself prince charming or anything, but he quick to come to your ‘rescue’ even if he knows you can handle yourself. 2 against however many is a lot better than just 1, just know that jack is your backup.

[springdaydreamer]

"I Am Thou... Thou Art I..."

Twisted Tarot Masterlist

This is a collection of entries for the Twisted Tarot blog event for February 2022 to March 2022. Each main NRC student was assigned to a major arcana, then each one would be briefly explore the meanings and motifs of the assigned arcana as it pertained to the matched TWST boy.

These Twisted Tarot pieces were not request-based; it was a countdown style writing prompt challenge for myself. Please do not send me tarot requests; I will not accept them.

0 — The Fool, ❤️ Ace Trappola ❤️

I — The Magician, 🌹 Riddle Rosehearts 🌹

II — The High Priestess, 🍎 Epel Felmier 🍎

III — The Empress, 👑 Vil Schoenheit 👑

IV — The Emperor, 🐉 Malleus Draconia 🐲

V — The Hierophant, ⚡️ Sebek Zigvolt ⚡️

VI — The Lovers, 🏹 Rook Hunt 🏹

VII — The Chariot, ♠️ Deuce Spade ♠️

VIII — Strength, 🐺 Jack Howl 🐺

IX — The Hermit, 💀 Idia Shroud 🔥

X — Wheel of Fortune, 🦈 Floyd Leech 🦈

XI — Justice, ⚔️ Silver 💤

XII — The Hanged Man, ♦️ Cater Diamond ♦️

XIII — Death, 🤖 Ortho Shroud 🤖

XIV — Temperance, ♣️ Trey Clover ♣️

XV — The Devil, 🐬 Jade Leech 🐬

XVI — The Tower, 🦁 Leona Kingscholar 🦁

XVII — The Star, 🐆 Ruggie Bucchi 🐆

XVIII — The Moon, 🐍 Jamil Viper 🐍

XIX — The Sun, ☀️ Kalim Al-Asim 🕌

XX — Judgement, 🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

XXI — The World 🦇 Lilia Vanrouge 🦇

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🎡Cosmic Messages for Workers of Light ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

Those of you who’ve always had a feeling that you were born to do something important; those of you who’ve recently been feeling like you’re being called to something higher than the mundane; YO, this reading has appeared in your Reality now to signal that the lights are green~🥝🥦🥑

Many people have been on different timelines that are now converging as one singular trajectory of where Humanity is heading. It’s a little bit more convoluted than that tho, because we each experience this Game a whole lot differently, too. But essentially, we’re wrapping up karmic cycles and entering a Golden Age of Workers of Light~★

Technically speaking, the essence…the theme…of the New Age of Aquarius is accountability. This is an era of accountability, folks. People can no longer be supported by any kind of cosmic power to perpetuate deceit and the misuse of knowledge.

‘But when knowledge is abused or put to the servility of coining wealth for a few, without respect of the treasury which all inherit, then humanity departs from the machine and all is toil without profit. For the false-hearted who would tear knowledge apart, diminishing the light and shielding its beams from us, will make mechanicals of us all.’ – excerpt from Manifesto of The Guild of Artificers; The Steampunk Tarot

What’s your current timeline? Which trajectory of the future of Humanity are you on? This reading serves as a prelude to what’s going to be revealed more in-depth in the ‘Lion’s Gate Portal to XXX’ PAC~💋

INTELLIGENCE: Mission Mind Control (1979) on Nuclear Vault

TECHNOMAGY: Probability Alteration and Luck (Energetically Programmed Audio) by Sapien Medicine

deck-bottom: XXI The World Rx, Silver Geographer (Francis Drake) & Priestess of Shine

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Pile 1 – You’re Going to Change the World by Making It Innocent Again

ANGEL NUMBERS: variants of 585, 627, 657, 757, 818, 828

the meaning of NOW – 6 of Pentacles Rx

Have you ever had glimpses of imagination, or a sense of knowing, or it’s just a feeling, like you were dropped to Earth by mistake? Perhaps it’s a feeling as if you were a Greek god banished from the realms of the gods and entered Earth as a form of punishment? Or a bit of a feeling like you got scammed and arrived on the wrong Planet? LMAO Why am I thinking of that Bollywood movie called ‘PK’?

The alien kid arrived on a strange Planet: Earth. And Humanity—Indian primarily—befuddles the living shit out of him XD I think you’ve known for quite a while that you’re not from around here. You’ve never really fit in. I think you weren’t treated nicely by most people—could be your own blood ‘family’, could be your schoolmates, teachers, neighbours. Just basically, you’re seen as a bit of a freak.

It’s hard for you to feel a sense of community. No matter what stage of Life you are in, it’s always felt like that. If at the moment of reading this you’re older in age, I think you’re managing a lot better now. You’ve learnt to be OK with your own company because you’re the most smartest and interesting person you could have conversations with. But if you’re comparatively younger, you’re probably still going through the motion, and that’s OK, because it’s just part of the lore building ;P

bridging the future – King of Wands

The simplest truth about your existence is that you aren’t meant to ‘grow up’ in the same sense as most other people do. Growing up is a wonderful thing, of course, we all need to grow up and become smarter and amazinger! But what doesn’t sit right with you is people’s twisted idea of ‘growing up’ is all about. To most lame-ass Humans on this Planet, ‘growing up’ means abandoning the core essence of what makes you, you.

On this Planet, ‘growing up’ means letting go of your innocence and simple kindness in exchange for survival and brutality (in the workplace, I guess). Here on this Planet, ‘growing up’ means burning your passion to ashes; not living Life fuelled by a burning passion. Here, ‘growing up’ means being punished for authenticity and the childlike courage to question authority. Growing up, here, means becoming complicit to evil abuse of power and greed.

How are you supposed to comply to any of that? Don’t you realise how pure your Heart is? Your sense of justice is clear since day one. It’s something you may not be able to express clearly but you know what’s right and wrong on the basis of what’s good and bad for people as….just people…not numbers or statistics or traffic or casualties. ‘People are PEOPLE, dammit!’

you’re going to MAKE IT – 3 of Cups Rx

You’re befuddled? This world is befuddled! If you’ve chosen this Pile as your main pile, you have it written in your Soul’s blueprint that you’re going to be involved in the politics of the world. Yes, some of you could become politicians or activists, but even those that aren’t interested in any of that, you’re still going to have opinions and perspectives that touch on the subject of Humanity and how psychopath politicians are fucking things up for Humans.

You know what I mean? Some of you could become world players that implement new laws and principles in your society. Some of you will have the power to influence public opinions so that people begin to demand accountability from their corrupt governments. Back to basics, baby. What is Humanity, basically? What does it mean to even be Human living in a Human World, basically? You’ve questioned all of this and you will one day have a platform to extend this musing to a larger audience.

The lights are GREEN now. You’ve experienced so much personal conflict with people who don’t understand your values, all so you would learn to forge connections with people who are just as innocently passionate as you are. That was your training ground, bitch~♥︎ Your personal experiences were a microcosm model of what’s going to sweep out the entire world in the coming decades, if not centuries.

Basically, it's time nations started actually taking care of their own issues before they raid and destroy other nations for resources is what your Soul is understanding.

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daydreaming – Gold Magus (Johannes Faustus)

engaging in Reality – Priestess of Innocence

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Pile 2 – You’re Not Confused; This World Is; So You’re Alright

ANGEL NUMBERS: variants of 111, 123, 222, 414, 444, 647

the meaning of NOW – 9 of Cups

Head in the clouds, baby? You’re the type of person who has many dreams and ideas, and it’s like, it’s easy for you to get interested in all kinds of pursuits. But then, it’s also just as easy to lose interest in all of those novelties; it feels like your heart and mind are always being pulled by newer interests or topics. I’m reminded of this meme or whisper that says something like, ‘Not tonight babe. A YouTuber has just posted a 4-hour video about a topic I’ve never heard about before.’

You like to study new things or basically just drown yourself in new hobbies/interests because you’re trying to make sense out of your very existence. I think you’ve felt incredibly confused your entire Life. If not ‘confused’ per se, it still feels like you’re lacking a sense of direction. You don’t really know what’s the purpose of being here on this Planet. You’re weirded out by the fact that you’re not motivated by the same things that others have convinced you to get excited about.

‘Why am I not motivated by these promises and achievements? Damn, I simply can’t be motivated by something as unromantic as that. There’s no Life in any of those pursuits. My God, what should I be interested in for me to motivate myself to make something out of myself? I really don’t know what to pursue in this world. I don’t even know how to live…’ So you continue to daydream but your heart is quite heavy sometimes.

bridging the future – Ace of Cups Rx

Pile 2, you are magic, you know that? Being the way that you are, you aren’t in the wrong for being rather ‘impractical’. If anything, you’re so high-vibrational that you still remember that physical manifestation comes from the dream world first. I think you’d resonate with being a very Feminine person, aenergetically speaking? Maybe you have a strong Moon/Neptune placement in your birth chart as well.

You remember on a Soul level that all dreams can become real as long as you keep on to them. Your being a dreamer who dreams ‘too much’ is not wrong; it is this world that’s too rigid and restrictive. It’s grotesque how society has set up so many rules that limit what a being as divine as you can and can’t do/create. They say the sky’s the limit; in your case, your faith’s the limit.

There are many wonderful things that you want to make manifest but you often tell yourself that you’re dreaming too much or that there’s no way someone like you could ever achieve that. That’s where you’re doing ‘wrong’: the not believing in your own ability to create your dream Life. Remember that successful people usually say that the Life they have now exceeds even their ‘wildest’ dreams.

So dream wild. Dream big. Even if you don’t believe you can exceed your expectations, can’t you still believe that you’ll manifest something very similar?

you’re going to MAKE IT – 9 of Wands Rx

Stop stopping yourself, OK? Stop gaslighting yourself for fuck’s saké. Right now, you need to stop believing that Life’s supposed to be hard work and lived logically. You literally deserve to get paid for just existing. That sounds extra narcissistic but hope you get the idea. This modern society that favours hard work and believes that only after you’ve worked really hard can you then be worthy of a lot of abundance is stupid. This world is confused. People have forgotten the essence of dreaming and living in ease.

Some of you will resonate with being a fairy or an elven soul, and so you believe from the depths of your heart that people should be allowed an easy existence in harmony with nature. Some of you will resonate with being a futuristic alien android being who believes that human lives can be made easy with the right use of technology.

All in all, cosmically speaking, your Soul came into this world to be a ‘lazy’ genius who will switch things up for Humanity so that everybody can have an easier time existing on this Planet. Geniuses are never lazy, bitch. Not in the mind! If wanting things to be more streamlined and easy to do makes a person ‘lazy’ that’s hilarious. So what’s a not-lazy person? A low-IQ idiot who perpetually works hard because they got scammed by capitalism?

TIMELINE🔻💙

daydreaming – Green Magus (John Dee)

engaging in Reality – Priestess of Ambition

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Pile 3 – Illuminate Others’ Paths by Simply Expressing Your Truth

ANGEL NUMBERS: variants of 211, 217, 303, 522, 814, 999

the meaning of NOW – 3 of Swords Rx

Do you know that you’re an energy worker? I almost feel you’re a miracle worker. You’re somebody who has a special power in the way that you express yourself, whether in writing or spoken. It’s not so much what you say or write or do, it’s HOW you say or do or write your truth that moves people’s hearts. You have the power to stir some shit up in people’s aenergetic fields LOL

You have both the power to destroy your enemies and heal those who want to get better in the world. If your power is speech, it’s the aenergy with which you talk that empowers people. Ionno, think JFK, MLK? Or some fascinating YouTubers who make us feel like, ‘Oh this guy/gal is my spirit animal!!!’ It’s their aenergy, right? Same with writing or any other thing that you do. It comes natural to you to create some kind of a ripple in people’s consciousness.

For other people, just tuning in your aenergetic space stirs them. That’s why you experience a lot of extremes. Good-hearted people feel immensely healed, comforted and uplifted in your presence or when they talk/text with you. But the false-hearted ones, they also know there’s something about you that calls out their bullshit even when you’re not ‘saying’ anything. There’s something about you that inspires people to be better! And that’s fucking annoying to narcs and the losers of the world LMAO

bridging the future – 10 of Pentacles Rx

I see that you’re honestly not the kinda person who’s ambitious about changing the world, about influencing the world. Not in that ambitious manner like some activist or whatever. Your Soul is very incredibly superbly soft; you ain’t an activist, you’re an artist; you ain’t a fighter, you a lover, baby~ So I get that you sometimes don’t really know what to do with yourself XD Like there’s this desire to heal the world, but you don’t think of yourself as someone who’s fighter enough or strong enough to do any of that.

WRONG. You’re the kinda entity who’s already doing all that healing stuff by simply being the amazing person that you are. Your aenergy is like a combination of both Pile 1 and 2. The half of you is superbly soft and dreamy and you’re so kind and empathetic; the other half of you is fiercely protective of those who are hurting, and you do a lot to make things better and easier for them—in your own practical, seemingly small ways.

The good news is, you really don’t have to be a fighter if it doesn’t suit you. Basically, you just have to be yourself and express your truth. In whatever way you find most suitable to you. Your power lies in your communication, self-expression, connection. You’re going to be a trend-setter, babe~ A trend-setter of authenticity, yup, ‘real authenticity’, ironically; not ‘fake authentic’ that’s propagated by a lot of narcs on the Internet LOL

you’re going to MAKE IT – 3 of Pentacles

With narcs who are pretending so HARD at being good, you know it’s all skin-deep; it’s all just jargon. And they’re gonna get really good at weaponizing self-love concepts to justify shit behaviour, deadbeat behaviour, toxic tendencies, gaslighting atrocities and all that shit, you know? With you, your VIBRATIONS can’t be faked, let alone emulated. The world needs a role model like you. That’s why you’re going to make it. Your Soul Mission ain’t just about you, babe~

You’re literally going to be the example whom people bear witness for what being authentic is all about. They will watch you and come to their own conclusion what a genuine soul looks like. You’re reminding me of Dr Jordan B Peterson. Yep, that kinda vibe. Be weird all you want, be scandalous all you want, the right people will see that your INTENT has been good all along. And in that sense, the people who CHOOSE to view you badly are the CLOWNS, and they’re gonna be proving that to themselves.

In essence, most people’s idols are all LIARS!!! You’re meant to break that, destroy that, and usher in a new era of influencers/celebs/thought leaders/spiritual teachers/all kinds of public figures that actually operate on Light—real information and real intent—instead of fake-ass jargon that lies to people’s faces with semantics and optics! Your aenergy is insane it’s literally gonna change the world massively, and upon finding this reading, you’re riding on the winds of CHANGE so get fucking READY, bitch~! \`★_★`/

TIMELINE🔻🧡

daydreaming – Green Astronomer (Nicolaus Copernicus)

engaging in Reality – Priestess of Illumination

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king of pentacles [one-shot]

Wild West Marvel AU

outlaw!bucky x fortune teller!reader when your travelling circus rolls into town, you are warned that bucky barnes is the outlaw who rules these lands. you plan to keep your distance, but he and his men can not resist a little entertainment.

Warnings: 18+ content minors dni, smut, fem reader, blowjobs, begging, p in v, cowgirl position, bit of teasing, soft sub bucky??, if you squint theres some plot, fortune telling, tarot cards, violence, choking, blood, mention of death, mention of torture, mention of beatings, implied previous non-con to reader (not from bucky), protective bucky barnes, smoking, no use of y/n, lmk if i've missed anything

Word Count: 5.9k

A/N: i literally cannot even tell you where this idea came from. i had a vague thought about a travelling circus, tarot reading character. i wrote this out and edited it in like two days?? insane. i don't normally write smut so let me know your thots lol. if you enjoy western marvel aus, please check out some of my other works. i have a one-shot called 'me & the devil' and a mini-series called 'a dish served cold'! sorry for any typos - not proof read.

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It was a windy autumn night when James Buchanan Barnes and his pack of vermin invaded Elkhorn’s Travelling Circus and Freakshow. 

There were scarcely few in the area who had not heard of Barnes and his gang of outlaws. From the moment your caravans had pulled across state lines, you had been warned not to cross Bucky Barnes or his dogs. The law did not concern itself with this place, a place so far west that civilization had been left behind. The memories of cities, people, and culture were a mere whisper on the winds, a fleck of sand in an endless desert. This place was ruled by barbarians, and Bucky Barnes was their king. 

You had heard stories of the fabled man. Some said he was the devil himself, that he sported horns and hooved feet. Others said his eyes were black as the night but reflected the light as if he were part beast. Those terrified people would recall his wrath and how his enemies were never afforded a simple, painless death. No, those who crossed the King suffered for their crimes. 

So when that twisted, cruel man of legend stood before you... You were surprised to find he was none of what he was rumoured to be. 

It had only been an hour since the nightly show had wrapped up, darkness falling quickly due to the colder months looming. The gang of outlaws had stormed your small campsite, locating your leader and employer, Duke Elkhorn, and demanding they be entertained! The candles had been lit, and the music was playing. The animals had been brought from their cages once more, and dancers and performers were laced back into costumes. Barnes had asked for entertainment, so you would provide it, lest you find yourself dead in a ditch. 

Thankfully, you had not yet taken off your own outfit and makeup. A kohl to line your eyes; your lips painted red; hair loose with intermitten beading and braids. You wore large jewled earrings and layers of necklaces that partially covered the deep v of your neckline. Your dress was tightly fitted, your breasts were pushed upwards by the corset beneath, and your skirt was a deep green that swirled around your legs with each movement. Your small tent was filled with a haze of incense, lavish velvet, and silk used as draperies. Your tent was divided into two sections—your working space and your personal quarters. You had been checking your appearance in your cracked mirror when the ruffle of fabric alerted you to his presence. 

He stood with an unquestionable air of confidence, a cigarette in hand. His eyes narrowed as he looked you over, a cruel smirk playing across his lips. He was large and burly, with muscular forearms that bulged against the fabric of his sleeves, which had been pushed up to gather at his elbows. Blood stained his collar and sleeves, and a gold pocket watch was tucked into his vest. His dark hair was windblown, bits peeking out from under his black, cattleman hat. 

As he flicked his cigarette, you realised his knuckles were bruised and split. A subtle splatter of blood across his cheek, smeared, as if somone had reached up and grasped his face in their dying moments. 

“Our mutual friend, Mr. Elkhorn, told me that if I was lookin’ for a pretty thing to come find ya.” His voice was deep when he spoke, gravelly and rough. It sent a shudder down your spine. Damn Elkhorn. You always knew he was a coward, even though he thought himself a big man. You and the other performers were not strangers to his temper and desperation. You all tended not to challenge it, as he could be a cruel man as equally as he could be fearful. 

“He weren’t lyin’ was he?” He lets out a low whistle, exhaling smoke. “How’s he kept you a secret for so long, huh? Guess mah boys don’t come pokin’ in the tents that often. Too busy pokin’ their bits into them dancer girls.”

You remain silent as he chuckles to himself. He eyes you greedily; his icy blue eyes are anything but discreet. You could feel how his gaze rested on the curves of your hips and breasts, watching how your skin moved with each breath. Desire was a strange thing—how easily you might shift from feeling confident and powerful to nothing at all. 

You certainly felt like a squirming idiot under his gaze. 

“I’m not a whore.” You speak up, though your voice is hushed, hesitant, or even uneasy. You knew men like Barnes would not take being denied well. If you thought Elkhorn’s brutality was something to fear, your knees would positively buckle before Barnes. 

Barnes barks out a laugh, his brows raising in something between delight and surprise. He strides towards you, grinning as you flinch back. “Yer employer seems to think differently.”

Your eyes slide closed as he reaches forward, a finger sweeping a strand of hair from your face to better look at you. You swallow hard as he chuckles, smoke blowing across your face. Teeth grit, you slowly open your eyes, a shuddering exhale leaving your nose as he runs a finger across your cheek.

“He’s a spineless excuse of a man.” You dare to bite back, your voice wavering, but you stand tall. His amused expression has morphed into one of intrigue. His actions falter; hesitation is clear in his demeanour. 

“He make ya do things ya don’t wanna do, darlin’?” The outlaw asks, his voice surprisingly genuine. He is still close to you, close enough that you can smell the tobacco on his breath and feel the vibration of each word in his chest. 

“Sometimes.” You admit, your eyes flickering up to meet his gaze. He curses under his breath, rubbing his jaw in annoyance. Barnes backs off a few paces, putting out his cigarette on one of your sidetables. From your side view of his chiselled face, you see a muscle in his jaw tense. 

“Well, sweetheart. I ain’t in the business of bein’ with women who don’t want it.” He says with a roll of his shoulders. He has stalked over to your reading table, bruised knuckles white as he grips the back of your chair. 

You are at a momentary loss for words. You had anticipated being repulsed by this man, the one who repeatedly terrorised these lands and enabled his dogs to do what they wanted and take what they pleased. There was something strangely endearing about his care for your consent. 

“Well, I am glad to hear it.” You finally uttered. “Can’t say the same for some of your boys, though.”

A tense silence washes over the tent, and you almost immediately regret your words. Against your better judgement, you creep towards him. He doesn’t flinch away from your touch as your hands smooth over the top of his hands and wrists. Beneath you, he feels like stone, each tendon and muscle expertly chiselled like the statues you saw in the big cities back east. 

“Yer right. Pack o’ wild mongrels they are. Good for puttin’ folk in their place. I think I’ll get ‘em to pay yer employer a little visit. Remind him whose land he’s on.” 

Barnes goes to leave, pulling away from your touch. A wave of horror washes over you at his implication. You find yourself reaching for him again in an unexpected panic. Your hands latch around his bare forearm, tugging him back an inch. 

“Wait.” You shake your head, gripping his forearm. The outlaw looks back at you in curiosity. 

“I ain’t gonna hurt anyone else, sweetheart. Just him. ” He drawls, eyes darting to where you hold his arm. You drop it immediately, backing off. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment. 

“He will think your lesson is because I turned you down or because I wasn’t good enough for you.” You explain desperately. His eyes narrow, as if offended on your behalf. “Whatever you do to him, he will do to me twofold. As punishment. He is a cruel man, you understand?”

“Yer definitely not pleading his case well, darlin’.” There is impatience in his tone and ire that you could not even begin to comprehend. Your eyes flicker to his bruised knuckles, the splatters of blood. If Elkhorn found out, well, you would have to wear a veil for the rest of your life. Your face would be so mishapened and destroyed that you would bring fear into the hearts of anyone who laid eyes upon you. You would no longer be a fortune teller but a featured freak of Elkhorn’s sideshow. Men and women alike would pull faces, with children throwing food and rocks. The deformed woman— another beast in a cage. 

You have seen this fate play out too many times. Too many were lost to Elkhorn’s wickedness. 

“Please.” You beg. His brow arches and his adams apple bobs. 

You swallow nervously, then hesitantly step forward. With gentle hands, you take his forearm once more, guiding him to your reading table. “Just… I will entertain you for a suitable time. I can read your cards. Then, you can tell Mr. Elkhorn that you laid with me; embellish it if you wish.”

Barnes seems too intrigued to protest. 

He unbuttons his vest with a soft grunt, taking a seat at the table. His legs are spread wide in a domineering pose as he leans back into the seat with cool confidence. As you take a seat at the opposite end of the table, he reaches into his vest pocket. 

“So, how does this work?” He asks. You can tell he is irritated from the way his brow twitches and jaw muscles are still tense. He is playing along for your benefit, you realise. He is looking to you for amusement to stop himself from marching out of the tent and dealing with Elkhorn as promised. 

“I will shuffle the cards, then draw three. Each card has meaning, and all together, it will tell you the message you need to hear.” You explain. Barnes had pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering you one. You decline with a wave of your hands, instead taking the cards into your palm. He shrugs, lighting it with a half-interested sigh. 

As he inhaled and you shuffled, you noticed his interest lay closer to your exposed skin. Even if he had backed off per your request, it did not seem to stop him from undressing you with his eyes from the opposite side of the table. He seemed emnamoured by the layers of necklaces and how they clinked and rolled across your skin. 

As you shuffled, the first card fell out. His tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip as he watched you work. You slid the escapee card onto the table, facedown on the red tablecloth. 

“Anything in particular that you want to hear, hm?” You ask. As you lift your gaze, you find Barnes enraptured by your movements, so much so that he has forgotten to take another drag. “Most people want to know about their careers… their families. Love.”

“I don’t believe in love.” He says, sucking in a breath. You tilt your head. He didn’t believe in love, no. He believed in lust. Desire. From the way his pupils were blown and his lips parted in awe, he was positively eating out of your hand. A second card falls. You slide it next to the first. 

“Business it is, then.” You breathe. The final card falls from the deck just as the words leave your lips. You put it in place, then place the stack of the remaining deck to the side. Barnes is transfixed as you lean your arms parallel to the table and tilt forward. “Flip one.”

“Does it matter which order?”

“No.”

With unwavering confidence, he reaches forward, flipping over the first in the row. Your gaze falls downward to view the card, a frown pulling at your lips. You examine the familiar figures on the card. Two figures stood on either side, naked and chained. Behind them, in the darkness, loomed a beast with claws, horns, and wings. The Devil. 

How fitting. 

Barnes seems to find it ironic as well, as he scoffs in disbelief. “Ya playin’ a trick on me?”

You look up at him. The tension in the small tent is as thick as the smoke that hangs in the air. “No. The cards tell the truth, if you want to hear it or not.”

You reach out, stroking a finger over the card.

“The figures, they are chained. They don’t want to be there, but if you look closely… their chains are loose. They could escape at any moment.” If Barnes had a snarky comment, he does not say. He hung on to your every word. “And the longer they remain, the longer they become more like the devil. He represents the darkness within them, their shadow selves. It is the evil within you—the short-term pleasures—to ignore the long-term pains. Instant gratification. Greed, violence. You think you have free will, but you have sold your soul to the devil.”

“Tell me somethin’ I don’t already know darlin,” The outlaw says with a chuckle. You notice that his shoulders have relaxed, a cool amusement embodying him. 

You hold his gaze. “Next card.”

His fingers brush yours as he flips over the centre card. The King of Pentacles. 

“The Devil and now the King? You’re spoilin’ me, sweetheart.” He chuckles. 

You eyed the card. The king sat upon his lavish throne, surrounded by wealth. You tap your nail across the yellow pentacle symbol, humming in thought. “King of Pentacles. It represents wealth and abundance. He has influence and is a skilled leader.”

Your head tilts. “It’s a warning.”

“A warnin’? Sounds like a good card to me.” 

“The king has all that he wants. An abundance of wealth. Everything he touches turns to gold, like King Midas.”

“King Midas?”

“It’s an old tale. One of caution. About a king who was blessed with the power to turn anything he touched into gold. His kingdom flourished with wealth, but he soon found himself to be unhappy. He could not eat, as any food that touched his lips turned to gold. He could not know the comforts of the flesh, for the women would also turn to gold. Everything he once cherished…gone. Then, one day he lost the one thing he loved most, his daughter. She kissed her father upon his forehead and instantly became a statue of gold.”

“I would be a far richer man if I were this…King Midas.”

“But don’t you see? You are him. You are a king who is flush with wealth; your influence is strong. Your people flourish. Everything you do and everything you touch becomes profit. But at what cost? How much more will you lose? How much more will you give up for greed?” You finger turns to point at the Devil card. His lips are set in a straight line as he scowls at you. 

“You best be careful now.” He warns. You shudder, leaning back in your seat, motioning for him to flip the final card. 

You stare down at the table, your breath held in horror. The figure in the card sits up in bed, hands to their face in anguish. Decorating the wall behind them are a row of swords, two of which could be seen to be piercing through the figure. Stabbed through the back. The frame of the bed is carved, illustrating two figures fighting. Nine of Swords. 

Your mouth feels dry as Barnes peers at you expectantly. “Well?”

You can’t find the words; your brows are scrunching as you try to find the best way to articulate the meaning without triggering the brooding outlaw’s wrath. Your finger taps on the table, and you clear your throat, squirming in your seat. 

“Nine of Swords.” You utter quietly. “The figure… they are troubled by their own thoughts. Their worries, speculations… so much so that they manifest it into reality.”

Your fingers trace over the fighting figures. “You worry of a rising conflict.”

You ghost over the swords next. A backstabbing. 

It was all very clear to you how it all intertwined. Barnes was a man possessed by evil and greed. He had sacrificed much to accumulate his wealth; like King Midas, he had all the gold he could need, but at what cost? His followers, his people—they were afraid. Weary of their cruel leader. A coup was in the works. Jealousy brewed within his men; all they knew was evil, so all they could give was violence in return. 

“A betrayal.” You breathe. Your eyes snap up to meet his. His pupils were no longer blown, instead replaced with an icy rage. 

“How do ya know this?” His voice had dropped, low and threatening. His cigarette was discarded, flecks of burning ash glowing across the floor. His shoulders were tensed, straining against the fabric as he began to loom over you, slowly standing from his seat. 

You shrunk back. “I don’t, I just read the cards—” 

You let out a shriek as Barnes gripped the table, flipping it in one solid motion. The cards fluttered to the ground around you, the glossy paper flickering in the low candle light. You recoiled in your seat, limbs trembling as Barnes stood over you. 

“Did Rumlow put you up to this, huh? I know what him and his little pack of vermin have been whisperin’.” He spat on the ground beside you, and you flinched back. Barnes reached down, gripping your throat as he forced you to look up at him. 

“I don’t know anythin’. I swear—” You begged, tears prickling at your eyes. 

Barnes scanned your face, then released you with a huff. You scrambled away, retreating to the furthest corner of the tent. Barnes waved his hand at you with a sigh, re-buttoning his vest and straightening his shirt. 

“I’ll give ya the benefit of the doubt, darlin’. But if I find out you’ve been lyin’...I’ll kill ya myself. Ya understand?” 

You nodded wordlessly, whimpering as the outlaw marched out of your tent without a glance back. 

—

“Where is she?” The enraged roar of Bucky Barnes sent a nauseating wave of panic through your body. 

A couple weeks had past, and Elkhorn’s Travelling Circus and Freakshow were wrapping up their stay. Duke Elkhorn wanted to push further west, bring entertainment to the drivers and rustlers of the far reaches of the country. Within two days, you were set to leave this awful place and flee the clutches of Barnes and his boys. 

Well, it seemed that had been hopeful thinking. 

You were in your tent, in your personal quarters. You had pulled shut the draperies to allow yourself privacy. The strong men, slick with oil and always sporting toothy grins, were always eager to deliver you water to bathe in. It had become a sort of ritualistic routine of yours to undress and wash the makeup from your face. After hours of sitting in a stuffy tent stinking of incense, it was a relief to wash the smell from your body. 

You wore a silk robe, loosely tied at the waist. It had been a gift from a patron back east—some rich city boy who had a fascination with you. When Barnes crashed through your draperies into the back of your tent, chest heaving with a livid look in his eye… you froze. You were perched on a stool before your cracked mirror, pulling a brush through your long locks of hair. 

You stumbled to your feet, stool knocked to the ground. 

Barnes was covered in blood, his shirt so drenched that it clung to his skin. His jaw was clenched tightly, and his teeth were bared in a growl. The blood was still fresh on his arms and neck, the liquid glinting in the candlelight. He had not bothered to wear his hat; instead, his hair was messy, with a splattering of blood across his cheek.

“I told ya I would kill ya myself.” The outlaw snarled. 

You backed away, back meeting the tent wall. “I didn’t do anythin—”

You were cut off as Barnes marched forward, large hands wrapping around your throat. He squeezed tightly, a breathless whimper escaping your mouth.

“How did ya know?” He demanded, his face twisted into a look of rage. 

You claw at the front of his shirt, sticky blood coating your palms as you struggle. 

“Ya knew about Rumlow. Ya warned me of a betrayal.” 

He releases the pressure on your throat, and you meekly gasp in air, nails digging into his shoulder as you try to keep your knees steady. 

“I didn’t know, I just said what the cards showed—” You rasp. Barnes doesn’t seem pleased by your answer, jaw muscle ticing. 

“I don’t believe in yer magical horseshit. I know it’s all tricks and acts. How did ya know?”

“The cards aren’t magical. Each card has a meaning that can be understood in different ways, it’s my job to apply them to whoever walks into my tent. The cards just reveal thoughts you have not quite spoken aloud—ideas at the back of your mind. They ask you to confront your inner self. You knew Rumlow was a traitor before the cards, you had a suspicion, but you did not act on it until prompted by the cards.” You wheezed out. The outlaw slowly releases your throat, his face controrting into something closer to frustration than rage. Your palms brace flat on his chest as you steady yourself against him. 

“Deep down, you already knew he was a traitor.” You reiterate. 

“You’re a fuckin’ witch.” He breathes, then runs a hand through his messy hair. Blood streaks across his forehead, clumping his strands of hair. His head tilts as he looks down at you. His face has relaxed, as if a silent clarity had overcome him. “Even if ya deny it… ya did warn me.”

You clear your throat, hand raising to your neck as you brush your fingers over the tender flesh where he had gripped you. “You warned yourself.”

He stares down at you, then frowns guiltily. “Apologies, darlin’. I shouldn’t have done that to ya.”

You believe him.

You hold your breath as his fingers briefly skim over your neck. His gaze falls deeper, his eyes following the curve of your breast that was half-exposed by your robe. The fabric was bunched into a deep v, leaving the swell of your breasts, sternum, and skin down to your belly button exposed. The outlaw sucks in a deep, shuddering breath, then stalks away with a frustrated growl. 

“Barnes—” you call to him softly.

“Bucky.” He corrects.

You catch a glance at yourself in the mirror. The silk robe hangs perfectly from your curves, blood smeared across your chest and neck. You suck in your own deep breath, sweeping your hair over your shoulders as you hesitantly approach the outlaw. He paced like the beasts Elkhorn kept caged up, endlessly forced to perform for cruel crowds. You knew what he needed. A delicate touch, a sweetness to lean on. 

“Speak to me.” You whisper to him, gentle hands guiding him to the edge of your bed. The canopy was draped with deep purple fabrics, furs, and blankets over the straw mattress. He silently obliges. 

“One of my boys, one I thought I could trust. He betrayed me. Thought he could make a little gang of his own and overthrow me from the inside.” The outlaw explains. His voice is stiff, and his posture is tense. You smooth a palm over his forearm, and your thigh presses against his as you sit closely together. 

There is a distant look in his eye as he stares past you at the wall of the tent. It shifts with the cool breeze outside, rising and falling like the night itself breathes. “I dealt with it.”

You cock your head to the side, hand running up his arm as you examine his face with a frown. “Dealt with it?” 

His eyes snap to yours, and your hand wavers in hesitation. There is a darkness in his eyes. His expression made goosebumps rise across your skin. You could only explain it as something primal, something caught between violence and arousal. 

“I made them pay.” He explains, his body twisting as he faces you fully. A bloodied hand raises, his thumb rubbing across your cheek as he cradles your face. “After two days, they begged me to end it. To end their lives.”

“And did you?” You dare to whisper back. His thumb traces inward, across your lower lip. 

“No.” He says simply. “I cut out their tongues so they could no longer beg. I made them pay.”

Your eyes must have been wide in shock because he chuckled, his hand sweeping through your hair. Then, with an uncharacteristic softness to his tone, he utters a question. “Can I kiss you?”

Your heart thunders in your ears, a short gasp leaving you as your lips part. In all your travels, you have heard stories of women who could make men fall in love with them with just their eyes. Women who used their bodies and seduced their way to the top. Even violent men like Bucky had one weakness—a woman who showed them kindness. A woman who could momentarily take control. The men would let their minds drift away; the burdens were lifted, if only for a night. 

Heat pools between your legs. You nod, a hand reaching to stroke across his jaw. The two of you meet in mutual desperation and touch once gentle, now needy. His tongue brushes against your lips, effortlessly parting them as he licks into your mouth. A moan escapes your throat at the taste of his tongue.

Your hands find the front of his shirt, blindly unbuttoning as he grips your hair in one hand. The outlaw groans as his hand slides across your shoulders, pushing away the robe. Your top half is exposed, nipples have hardened, and silk has pooled at your waist. 

As your tongues tangle, Bucky tilts his head to gain better access to your mouth. Your gasps meet his as he moans heavily into your mouth. His hands trace along your body, one squeezing your waist and hips, the other coming to grasp your breast. 

With a tug, you pull his shirt free. The two of you part, your head lulling back as he paints sloopy, feverish kisses down your neck. A groan rises in your throat as you lean into him, one hand gripping his dark hair and the other beginning to palm him through his pants. 

His kisses move further down, head dipping as he licks a stripe across your breast. He takes a nipple into his mouth, kissing and sucking as you gasp and lean into him. The space between your legs is throbbing; a wet neediness rising. 

You clutch his thigh, squirming with desire. The stubble along his jaw prickles your flesh, and a shudder runs down your spine. Your hands find his, easing his grip on your hips as you slide off the bed. Lowering yourself to the floor on your knees, you sit between his legs. Bucky lets out a groan as he looks down at you. His pupils are blown, and his lips are swollen and glossy. Your hands trace up his thighs, and your quick fingers relieve him of his belt. 

“Let me.” You hum to him. You tilt your head, your cheek brushing against his knee. His adams apple bobs as he swallows hard. “I can make you feel good.”

You can see his bulge under the fabric. He eagerly helps you pull his pants down, his cock springing free already fully hard. You press a kiss to the tip. His cock twitches in response and a low moan vibrates in his chest. You look up at him through your lashes, biting your lip. He leans back, looking at the tent roof, as his chest rises and falls with a loud, satisfied sigh. 

There was a power that resonated in your chest, seeing the outlaw so vulnerable under your touch. He did not protest your lead, instead eagerly following your command. You take him into your mouth slowly, one hand running up his thigh as the other wraps around his length. 

You bob your head, feeling him tense with pleasure beneath you. As you come up, you whisper to him quietly. “Relax.”

As your tongue swirls over his tip, then down his broad length, you feel his hips rock beneath you. His hand comes to fist your hair, subtly guiding you as you take him fully into your mouth once more. You follow his needs, taking notice of each pleasured twitch or motion in response to your touch. His fingers tangle in your long locks of hair, tugging as you pull unimaginable, explicit sounds from the outlaw. 

“Fuck—” He groans above you, his breath coming in short pants. You hum in response, relishing the sensation of him falling to pieces beneath you. The spot between your legs was slick, and wetness was beginning to drip down your inner thigh. There was a selfish urge within you that desired to reach down between your legs to gift yourself some friction. 

You swallowed him down deeper, flattening your tongue against his ridgid length. His hips started to jerk, stronger than the previous gentle rocking. You could feel him growing undone, his breath coming shorter, and his nails desperately digging into your scalp as he desperately tried to guide your head deeper and deeper. 

You obliged, but only as you felt his cock twitch once more did you pull away fully. Not yet. You weren’t finished with him yet. The outlaw let out a pained grumble. His hands caressed your shoulders as you rose to your feet. 

“Darlin’—” Bucky protests, but you shush him. 

“How much do you want me, hm?” You ask him. He has propped himself up onto his elbows to look up at you. His cock was still erect, glistening in the candlelight from your saliva. 

“I want you.” He affirms.

“How desperately? Would you get on your knees for me? Beg for me?” You say it breathlessly. You take one of his hands in yours, pressing a kiss to the palm. 

His breath stutters. “Yes.” 

“Go on then.” As the words leave your mouth, your eyes flicker upwards. You look at him through your lashes.

“Please, sweetheart—” He whines. You cock your head to the side, peppering more kisses along each fingertip. 

“Louder.” 

“Please.” He begs. You smirk down at him wickedly, shifting closer. Your palm meets his chest, pushing him back down onto the bed as his elbows buckle beneath him. 

“Lie back.” You instruct, helping guide his legs so he lies flat along the bed. In one fluid motion, you straddle his waist, his silk robe still pooling around your hips. You lean over him, taking one of the waist straps of your robe. With slow breaths, you move the soft fabric across his bloodied chest, tracing each vein and muscle before finally grazing it across his nipples. He shudders beneath you, his grip bruising where he grasps your hips. 

“Say it again.” You breathe. You are embarrassingly wet as you sit perched upon him. 

“Please. I need you.” He obeys, and another wave of arousal washes over you. Only now did you give in to your selfish desires, dead rolling back as you ground your hips slowly. Your lips parted, a small mewling moan leaving you as you clenched around nothing. You flatten a hand over his chest, allowing him to help guide you as you raise onto your knees. 

With one gentle movement, you lower yourself onto him. Your wet heat engulfs him, and the two of you groan in unison. You feel yourself stretch around him, and you moan as you allow your body to take him in completely. His hands tighten their hold on your waist. 

Bucky looks at you with a slightly slack-jawed expression. “Fuck, sweetheart. I think I’m gonna make ya my wife.”

You manage a smile through your own arousal, your hand gliding up and down his chest as you move your hips in a grinding motion. You gasp out a low, “Oh yeah?”

His head tips back with a moan as you clench around him. You experiment momentarily, brows drawn and biting your lip, until you find a grinding rhythm that ignites a fire within you. Bucky meets you halfway, helping guide you with his hands still gripping your hips. Your head lulls forward, small panting gasps leaving you as your eyes squeeze shut. 

“I’ll make you beg for that too…Fuck—” You whine, and Bucky chuckles beneath you. He continues to help direct your hips, and your thighs begin to shake as you lower and raise yourself. 

A strangled cry leaves you as Bucky’s hand lowers, his thumb circling your clit. Pleasure spikes up your spine, your knees wobbling as you nearly double over at the sensation. His fingers swirl with purpose, pulling all manner of illicit words and sounds from your throat. 

“You like that, sweetheart?” Bucky hummed.

Just as you feel like sobbing from the pleasure, you cock your head to the side. With a deep breath, you tug Bucky’s shoulders, pulling him upright to meet you. The two of you clash, breath hot. His arms wrap around you, pinning you to his chest as he kisses you with a primal hunger. You moan into his mouth, your tongue sloppily moving against his as he begins to thrust vigorously. 

You could feel your climax building steadily within you, the peak of a tumbling wave that had not yet crested. Bucky was a panting, sweaty mess beneath you. He greedily kissed and sucked along your neck, head dipping as he ran his tongue along your collarbone. 

Your own head fell, teeth grazing across his neck. He tastes like salt and copper. You nuzzled your nose against his jaw, taking his earlobe between your teeth. Deep within you, you felt his cock twitch. 

You wrap your arms over his shoulders, your fingers tugging at his hair. That pulled a groan from him, the noise vibrating across your skin. With a devious smile pressed against his cheek, you lean in close to his ear. Breath hot, you whisper into his ear. 

“Come for me.”

As if he had been waiting for those exact words, he explodes within you. The sensation tips you over the edge, a thundering in your ears defeans you as your eyes roll back into your head. You clench around Bucky tightly, your body milking every last drop of him as he lazily ruts the last of his energy into you. 

The two of you pant, catching a breath as you both come to a halt. The outlaw nuzzles your neck with a content sigh, then laughs against your sweaty skin. 

“I wasn’t jokin’ earlier.” He finally speaks up, his voice somewhat more dignified now that he wasn’t a moaning mess beneath you. 

“Hm?” You respond sleepily, too fucked-out to be bothered opening your eyes. 

“I’m gonna steal ya away from here. Make ya my goddamn wife.”

Against your better judgement, you believed him.

[armpirate]

Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 23

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 18 minutes

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A huff was followed by the heavy movement of her blankets, as she uncovered her body to refresh herself. Her eyes were fixed on the features on her ceiling around the lamp, which she could hardly differentiate among the darkness.

What was bothering her kept being a burden to get some sleep, pushing her away from her comfort to clench her jaw and click her tongue before she rolled on her bed. She moved as if that would brush her thoughts away, giving her a break from her deepest regrets, thinking she finally found peace until that scene replayed in her head out of nowhere again.

Jungkook rejected her.

He moved away when she wanted to kiss him.

She was receptive, he clearly wanted it to happen. Yet she couldn't understand what suddenly changed his mind. It couldn't be her breath, she didn't eat anything that could scare away anyone. And it couldn't be Jungkook suddenly turning shy and slow for those things, not even hours back he was openly flirting with her, while eyeing her body from head to toe. And she could clearly remember that because his suggestive gaze kept showing up in her brain out of nowhere while she tried to focus on her work.

Her tongue clicked again, announcing her body rolling on the bed for it to rest on her left side. Before, it was the noise he made that kept her up at night. And she couldn't understand when it evolved to create that same noise inside her head, without him doing anything at all.

She sighed, heavily sitting on the bed, resting her forearms on her flexed knees while she stared in front of her, playing with her fingers while her jaw twisted impatiently. It didn't matter how much she tried, it was obvious it was something she wouldn't be able to solve by herself.

Darkness prevailed when she opened the door to her room, biting her lip uncomfortably as she noticed that not even her TV was on. And, somehow, seeing that bulge on her couch, peacefully sleeping while she was having a shitty night made her blood boil. He was so calm, so chill, when he should have been the one having the roughest time out of the two of them.

Y/n almost went back to her room, regretting ever thinking of speaking to him. But there was something that made her stop.

That snort that reeked how good he was sleeping, and the heavy breathing that continued right after had her looking back at him over her shoulder, holding the door before pushing it back open.

If she couldn't sleep, he wasn't going to sleep either.

Jungkook's heart squeezed inside his chest at the sudden sound of something collapsing, instantly sitting on the couch to check on Y/n's door and find it open. He wasn't able to process much more before her voice interrupted his worries, cutting them off just in time to avoid them from forming and actually creating something he'd need to deal with.

—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up —he could tell how fake her apology was by the exaggerated nice tone coming from her, and how immediately after all of the lights in the living room were turned on. W

—What were you doing? —his eyelids still felt heavy when he turned to her, peeking his head over the backrest of his couch.

—I wanted a late snack, because I didn't eat well today —she lied, holding the pot against her belly as she walked towards him—. I'm sorry for waking you up —she lied again, grimacing.

—It's okay —Jungkook nodded, moistening his lips with the tip of his tongue—. Don't worry.

He was still sleepy, feeling his eyes closing by themselves while he tried to force them up to look at the woman in front of him. Despite how blurry and unclear his eyesight was in that moment, Jungkook could still see the way she showed herself uneasy, moving nervously on her spot as if she were trying to think of what to say.

—Will I bother you? —she asked first, unconsciously bending her body a bit in his direction.

—No, no —he nodded, still feeling how pasty his spit felt on his tongue—. I'm already up, so...

—Well, since you're awake... —she quickly mentioned.

She moved in between the coffee table and the couch, attempting to sit on the small free spot at Jungkook's fit, leaving half of her body out. Noticing he wasn't even moving, and was almost falling asleep with his head resting on the backrest of his couch, Y/n patted his legs over the blanket he was using.

—Yeah —his head moved up, while his eyes opened to look at her.

—There's something I don't understand —she started—. It's not like I'm worried or anything, but I thought that, since we're both already awake, to discuss this before it dies down. Right? Discussing things before they get bigger, since we're living together and such. Like when you said we should get on well, at least while we're living together. Because coexistence is really important —she continued speaking—. We're used to constantly fighting, but it's different when we're living in different places than when we are coexisting.

—I promise I won't use your towel again —he rushed to say—. It's just that it was so soft compared to mine, I couldn't help it.

—No, I'm... what? —her eyebrows furrowed— Did you use my towel? What did I say about touching my things? And that's not what I wanted to discuss —her tone changed, from accusing to friendly again—. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Communication is key, and...

—3A, I don't know what time it is, but I know it is late for you to be playing around like that —he interrupted her—. Can you go straight to the point?

—The point, yes —she nodded, trying to form her next monologue—. That's what we need to discuss: the point of some small things, the point of some hints —her exaggerated gestures were a door to how nervous she was, and how she was hesitating on continuing with her talk—. Sending contradicting signs can rot the coexistence.

—How many times will you use that word?

—As many times as I want to —she focused back on what she was saying—. What I wanted to say is... —when Jungkook was awake enough to look at her with his big eyes, she found no sense in playing around so much— Weeks after me, and you reject me when I'm going to kiss you?

—Is this because of that?

—Yeah, but not for me, the coexistence —she lied again, trying to save her self-esteem from crashing down—. It could lead to misunderstandings.

—Because you wanted me to kiss you and I didn't? —Jungkook smirked, tilting his head.

Y/n moved uncomfortably, trying to avoid answering directly to his question -what she didn't know was that, behaving that way, she was giving him the clearest answer he could ask for. Even after waking him up out of nowhere, for no logical reason, and with her hair looking messy from the pillow, she still looked cute and as kissable as she had ever looked.

—I can kiss you now if you want to —he suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

—No, now I'm the one who doesn't want to —her body moved back, as if she suspected him moving forward without asking her first.

—Then why did you wake me up? —he frowned, trying to understand what she wanted from him.

—Because I needed to get out of my chest how annoyed I was —the couch squeaked when she pushed her body up to get up—. You're sending confusing signals.

—Does that mean that, if they were clearer, you'd give in?

—No, I didn't mean that —she quickly answered.

But yes, Y/n actually meant that.

—Where are you going? Don't you want a good night kiss?

—Not anymore —she answered before she could process what she was saying—. And before either. I don't want a kiss, in any type, from you.

Y/n rushed to hide behind the door to her room, letting out all the air she contained in her lungs while she thought about how she messed things up. If Jungkook didn't take her seriously anymore, there was no way he was going to start to take her seriously after that night.

He was right: she was prettier off quiet.

Instead of celebrating how she ran back to him because he didn't act the way she wanted, he realized how it all affected him. He didn't kiss her because he didn't want to risk himself liking that kiss a little bit too much, but at the same time he wanted to try it so he could say Jimin was right, and he was only infatuated by that he couldn't get.

It was worse.

He actually liked the way she was waiting for that kiss, he liked the way she called him out for not giving it to her. The only thing he didn't like was how much he liked it.

He was supposed to like her less, not more.

When he woke up the next day, she was already gone. The door to her room was slightly open, and the jacket she usually hung on the rack at the left of her door was also gone. If she was mad at him that meant he was back at square one with her, and he wasn't sure how much that relieved him or worried him.

Did that mean she'd be back at being cold with him?

Meanwhile, Y/n found a way to stop thinking about Jungkook when she tried to focus on her work. She kept listening over and over again to his audio, trying to concentrate on what he was saying, instead of what he sounded like.

Alessandro Rossi was the main head of all of those fights, while also being accused of trafficking and being involved in illegal gambling -that man ticked all the boxes to be the perfect gangster-, but he also was the owner of the biggest chain of restaurant in Illinois, spreading his name all over the estate and being decorated one thousand times as the civilian of honor because of the several donations he'd given throughout the years.

She even remembered covering something with his name on it, which made sense since he was the type of person you just needed to have heard about.

Elijah... with his real name being Ilya Nobikov. It didn't take her long to find him after linking Rossi's name along with his. He was an ex boxer, who was lucky enough to have the biggest promises of the estate investing money in him and his training, allowing him to retire before his brain suffered enough damage from those fights for it to develop to dementia.

—Some of us have to work, and some others have a sugar daddy —she twisted her lips, scrolling through the articles that popped up for her.

Unlike Rossi, who had that perfect boy image tailored just for him, Elijah was the tormented man who didn't ever get to redeem himself as much as he tried. He had been on the news as well, but always for beating someone, vandalism, stalking... he even had charges against him from his ex wife for domestic violence.

It was clear who did the dirty work.

And, while she wanted them to pay for what happened to her brother, she still knew that information was way too little for her to find the person directly responsible for his death. She wanted the person who settled him for that fight, and it wasn't something she'd find deep diving into those people's dirty laundry.

Or maybe they were the ones responsible, and she was just looking for someone who didn't exist.

It depended on how they chose the people to fight, and what were the risks they were keeping from all of those who participated.

—Hey, you —Alma greeted, knocking on her desk—. We didn't see you all day.

—Oh yeah —Y/n was confused at that comment, keeping her eyebrows from furrowing while she answered—. I've been working on something.

—Ahh, I see —she nodded, eyeing her monitor before looking back at her—. We're going out to get something for dinner, and get something to drink —she invited her—. And we were wondering whether you'd like to come with us or not? —her invitation sounded so tempting while she smiled so widely.

—Hmm, well... —her eyes wandered from the screen to the slim lady next to her— Are you going now?

—Yeah, yeah —her curls bobbed with her hair—. I don't want to spend a single more minute here.

—Okay, I pick up my things and we can go —Y/n nodded—. Are Donna and Jackie also going?

—Yeah, they're waiting by the lift, so they're more than ready to run away. We'll meet you there.

The click of her heels sounded less and less as she walked away from her, disappearing from her sight when she turned left on the corner. Said that, she loved those heels, although she could only wish to have a car so she wouldn't have to suffer those same shoes while pushing people in the subway -it was already hard enough to keep her balance while she wore her sneakers.

Unlike them all, Donna was the only one whose expression was rough when she saw Y/n, although she tried to ignore it as much as she could. It was nothing new coming from her, and there was no point in overthinking anything that came from her when she was trying to get on well with her other two colleagues. That type of attitude didn't work with her in high school, and they definitely wouldn't work with her when she was nearing her thirties.

—Oh shit, I might be skipping the girls' night out today —Donna mentioned as they walked down the stairs at the entrance of their building.

Next to the pavement, there was a man completely dressed in black, with a black matte helmet on, while he waited sitting on his motorbike. She was going to give it to Donna, that man looked really good, even if she couldn't see his face.

Her jaw almost dropped when the man looked in their direction, taking off the helmet to show off the pretty face turned even rounder with the piercing on his eyebrow and the lip rings at the right corner of his lower lip.

It wasn't normal how she couldn't escape that man, and how she felt attracted to him even when she didn't know it was him.

As Donna started speeding her walk to head in his direction, Y/n could spot Jackie rolling her eyes and Alma smirking. It was obvious it wasn't the first time their coworker pulled the same show, acting like she was the big thing and everyone wanted to go to bed with her.

Although she was going to get her reality doses that day.

In any other circumstances -or, better said, when Y/n wasn't the only person in his head-, she was the type of woman he'd have tried his shot with to have a wild night together. But, next to his neighbor, being able to compare in real time, Jungkook was stunned to find himself thinking how that tall woman had nothing to do against Y/n.

—I liked you with your helmet on, but now that you took it off, I think that I like you more —Y/n managed to hear from afar, walking down the stairs slowly to get to them.

—Thank you.

His answer was so simple, because his mind was already focusing on Y/n and her confused expression. Suddenly, all those possible pick up lines and flirting he would've started were replaced by worry of Y/n mistaken the situation.

—Do you have any plans?

—I do —he nodded.

—Going out with me, maybe?

—No —Jungkook quickly cut off, with Y/n finally standing in front of him.

Jackie's snort couldn't be held back with that answer, having Donna throw a dagger through her eyes at the older woman laughing at her failure.

—Hey, 3A —his expression softened when her eyes fell on his.

—Do you know each other? —Donna's accusing tone made no sense for Y/n, but it wasn't like she wanted to start a fight about it either.

—We're neighbors —Y/n answered.

—Trying to be something more.

The fact that he said that after he rejected her the previous night made her jaw clench. She couldn't understand how he felt so brave to say that when the bags under her eyes were proof of it.

Y/n didn't deny it, she didn't even fight it, and her silence was better than any other word that could come from her.

—Are you ladies going somewhere? —he dared to ask the other two women next to her.

—No, no —Alma answered for them—. We were just walking together to the subway station. Did you have plans with Y/n?

—Not that she knew of —he chuckled, dropping his gaze.

—In that case, we'll get going —Jackie finally said.

—Wait, but...

Too late to fight it back, when two of them were already dragging Donna away from them to give them some privacy.

—They're nice —Jungkook nodded, puckering his lips.

—What are you doing here?

—I owed you an ice cream, remember? —he handed her the helmet he was carrying, hanging it by his wrist.

—If you're going to start paying everything you owe me...

—Like a kiss? —he teased her.

Without answering back, Y/n put on the helmet and hopped on the motorike. He imitated her, and felt surprised by the way she sat so close to him, sticking her chest against his back while her arms wrapped around his waist.

She could only hope Jungkook didn't ask about the trip once they reached the location, because she wasn't sure she'd be able to lie and say it could've been a better experience. Well, yes. But only because the helmet kept her from resting her head against his back.

And clearly she wasn't going to tell him that.

Her mind didn't calm down after they hopped off his motorbike and walked to the ice cream shop.

Y/n was unsure of what made her feel so uneasy: Jungkook and how different it was to being in a cordial atmosphere, or how her thoughts were getting more difficult to control each time he looked at her with a nervous smile while they walked next to each other.

—How was your day today? —she suddenly asked.

—It was okay —he thought out loud—. I didn't have any training scheduled, but I have a fight on Saturday. So I trained.

Y/n parted her lips, and attempted to speak before eating up her words that weren't able to make their way out.

—Didn't you ever think of doing something else?

—Other than fighting?

Jungkook had thought about that several times, but he had always shrugged it off and moved on from that topic before it could stay for too long in his head.

—I dropped my studies when I was too young. I started boxing right after. And, before my trainer retired, he gave me his business so I'd continue with it —he explained—. I don't know anything else.

—You've dedicated a lot of time to that.

—It's not like I'm good at anything else —he admitted—. I didn't get to my profession through studying, I got through my profession through working.

—Almost imposed —she added.

As sad as it was, it was true.

He was average at studying, enough to pass each year. But he had also spent so many years boxing, and managing that gym, that he was sure there was nothing else he could do in life other than that.

—Some people do what they want to do, and some others do what they can do —while he said such a sad expression, he opened the door for her—. What do you want to have?

—Well, we came here for those dunkaroos. It'd be dumb to try something else.

While he ordered their ice creams, Y/n couldn't help but look at him with different eyes. That man, who she had been hoping to beat up or get to run away from her building, had a rough past that made him the person he was.

Jungkook was particular, like when he made up the curse story to excuse himself, but she could tell he was a good person dying to see the good in life. At the end of the day, they weren't so different.

They both walked to one of the free tables at the side of the establishment, finally sitting somewhere to taste that new invention, which surprised Jungkook, but disappointed Y/n.

—What? —he giggled.

—It's too sweet —she admitted, furrowing her eyebrows—, but it's okay.

—Do you want something else?

—No, no —she stopped him from getting up—. I'll eat this.

It was something she didn't want to admit, but that small detail, Jungkook paying so much attention to her, had her heart fluttering.

—What happened with your ex? —he suddenly asked, trying to wash away the previous conversation about his past.

—I guess his girlfriend killed him —she scoffed, clicking her tongue right after—. Why? Worried?

—A bit —he admitted.

—Well, no need to. He's out of the picture, so far I can't even see him. And I haven't really had time to start dating again —Y/n stopped for a second, looking at him again—. I've never seen you with a girl two days in a row.

—Because I don't do girlfriends.

—You're too cool for that, or what? —she scoffed again.

—They're a waste of time. You spend years of your life with someone, you give them everything you can and more... only for love flying out the window after twenty years, with that other person not even telling you she'd been fucking everyone who looked at her.

It didn't take her much to link that to his mother. He had previously mentioned it, and it was obvious it had a lot to do with the way he saw love or romance.

—Still, love is one of the few beautiful things in life —she whispered—. Life is already hard enough for us to take away for ourselves one of the things that make it worth it. Not everyone is the same, and you can't just close yourself from one bad experience.

—Are you going to make me believe in love? —he teased her.

—I'm making you believe in mercy and second chances, don't ask for more from me —she cut him off.

He was distracted by the way her lips curved with her smile, and how her eyes squinted and created small wrinkles at the corners. She was indeed the most distracting person.

While Y/n walked behind him, with Jungkook carrying their two helmets, she thought of all the things he was open about that evening, and how he took the first step to pick her up, even if he had originally told her he'd be home later than her. Maybe it was also her turn to be a little less proud, and admit some of the things that crossed her mind when she thought about Jungkook.

—Do you remember the past night? —she first said as they approached his motorbike.

—And how you were annoyed because I didn't kiss you?

—Yup.

And, unlike other times, she didn't correct herself immediately after, she didn't try to play it cool or distract him, she was being blatantly open on how annoyed she was over the fact that he moved away when she just wanted a kiss.

—Since we're being more open now, yes. I wanted you to kiss me, even if I said I didn’t want to later...

He cut her off.

With his free hand, Jungkook pulled her close by the waist, linking their lips together while hers moved constantly, trying to get some sense out of the nonsense rant.

It took less than a second for her to respond to the kiss, sucking back while her arms wrapped around his neck and her body stood on her tiptoes so he wouldn't have to bend much more.

It was a simple kiss. No tongue, no groping, no moaning... yet it turned their bodies upside down, creating a reaction in their system, but also in their minds. That kiss was the materialization of all those thoughts that made them overthink, and wonder if they were in their sane mind.

They didn't care.

As Y/n said, life was already hard enough for them to push away the small things they could enjoy. 

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Pick-A-Pile: First Impressions: What will be your initial reaction upon meeting your Future Spouse?

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Pile 1

Tarot Cards: The Empress, 10 of Pentacles, Ace of Pentacles, 10 of Wands, 9 of Cups, and 10 of Cups

Oracle Cards: Pink Opal: Be Kind to Yourself; Apatite: Get Out of Your Comfort Zone; Calling In Your Soul Mate: Your prayers, affirmations and visualizations help bring you together.

Welcome, my seductive Pile 1's. Let’s delve into the intoxicating allure of your tarot spread, beckoning with passion and mysteries. First up is The Empress, dripping with sensuality, fertility, and undeniable beauty. The moment your eyes meet your future spouse's, expect a rush of electrifying chemistry, a sensation that envelopes you in heated familiarity. Their aura will caress your senses, making you feel desired and adored, like the rare gem that you are.

Sliding into the 10 of Pentacles, this card exudes the tantalizing scent of wealth, legacy, and commitment. Your future lover promises to be an anchor, established and opulent, someone who fervently cherishes family and long-term visions. The Ace of Pentacles accentuates this, whispering of thrilling financial adventures or career escapades. Meeting this bewitching partner may not just be an emotional whirlwind, but also a luscious twist in your wealth or professional trajectory.

Ah, the 10 of Wands, sensuously hinting at burdens and enticing challenges. But fret not, my tantalizing Pile 1’s, for this just portrays your future lover as one who passionately embraces hard work and seductively shoulders responsibilities. The 9 of Cups, draped in satisfaction and deep contentment, assures you that your early dalliances with this person will leave you thirsting for more, drowning in emotional ecstasy.

Now, as the 10 of Cups dances forth, it speaks of euphoria, serenity, and intimate bonds. This card seductively hints that your initial rendezvous will be bathed in intense joy and pleasure, signifying an everlasting passionate bond. From the oracle realm, the Pink Opal card sensuously beckons you to treat yourself with the tenderness you deserve, while the Apatite card tempts you to venture beyond familiar territories.

Our concluding oracle whisper, "Calling In Your Soul Mate," is a sultry testament to your deep desires and powerful visualizations. Your yearnings, sultry affirmations, and vivid daydreams are crafting the path to your destined lover. So, remain sultry, persist with those enticing affirmations, and prepare to embrace the passion coming your way.

In the end, the cards paint a portrait of an intoxicating, immediate connection with your future lover, guaranteeing stability and unbridled happiness. They invite you to embark on this amorous journey with a fearless heart, daring you to step out and believe fervently in the potency of your desires. Exquisite romance is en route to you. Relish the journey, my seductive Pile 1’s, and anticipate the electrifying embrace of your true love.

Pile 2

Tarot Cards: 6 of Wands, The Emperor, The Star, Queen of Wands (in reverse), 6 of Cups (in reverse)

Oracle Cards: Angelite: Support is all around you, Labradorite: See the Magic, Heart-to-Heart Conversations: Honestly discuss your feelings with each other

Greetings, my luscious Pile 2's. Prepare yourself to be swept off your feet as we dive into a tantalizing journey, revealing the seductive first impressions you'll experience upon laying eyes on your destined love. The cards we hold are infused with an intensely powerful and magnetic attraction, so let's take a daring dip into their mysteries.

Setting the rhythm for our dance is the 6 of Wands, which signifies recognition and triumph. From the instant you cross paths with your future spouse, you'll be consumed by an invigorating wave of pride. It's as if you've been suddenly thrust into a sultry spotlight, and they are your most passionate admirer, hypnotized by your every move. It's victorious, empowering, and undeniably electrifying.

Next, we're drawn into the commanding realm of The Emperor. My Pile 2's, there's an irresistible magnetic force here. You’ll perceive them as a powerful figure who radiates confidence and stability—a dominating presence who knows their desires and is not hesitant to seize them. This potent energy will be both daunting and enticing, like being drawn into the rhythm of a fiery tango.

Twinkling enticingly, The Star is up next. A symbol of hope, calm, and inspiration, this card suggests that your heart will acknowledge a profound, spiritual bond, almost as if fate is whispering intimate secrets of the cosmos into your soul. Their mere presence will ignite hope and illuminate the shadowy recesses of your heart.

Nonetheless, every captivating tale has its unforeseen twists. The Queen of Wands in reverse hints at an initial stir of intimidation or a fleeting lapse in your confidence in your own allure. Coupled with the 6 of Cups reversed, there may be feelings of disconnection or unfamiliarity, as if you're stepping into a completely new chapter, disconnected from past loves or youthful memories.

Our oracle guides chime in to paint the emotional backdrop. Angelite assures you that even in these moments of doubt, celestial energies wrap you in their comforting embrace, persuading you to trust the journey. Labradorite seductively entices you to recognize the magic in each moment, hinting that beneath every interaction, layers of enchantment are ready to be unraveled. Heart-to-Heart Conversations promises that the key to deciphering this riddle lies in open, naked dialogue. Speaking your truth and listening to theirs will embroider the rich tapestry of your shared destiny.

In conclusion, my enticing Pile 2's, your first rendezvous with your future spouse will be a maelstrom of commanding allure, hope, minor hesitations, and the promise of deeper connections. Embrace this journey, let candid conversations illuminate your path, and remember that amidst uncertainties, magic and celestial support are constants. The cards are whispering an epic love story where your blended energies ignite the world. So, brace yourself, for this journey promises to be nothing short of thrilling.

Pile 3

Tarot Cards: 8 of Wands, Ace of Cups, Knight of Cups, 5 of Cups, 3 of Pentacles

Oracle Cards: Amazonite: Loosen Your Grip, Aventurine: Create Your Own Luck, Flirt: Extend your lighthearted energy to others

Greetings, my captivating Pile 3's. Your tarot journey begins with the swift and energetic 8 of Wands. Upon meeting your future spouse, your world will burst open with vibrant energy and a rapid progression of events. Think about the fireworks that ignite the dark, starlit sky with their brilliance. That's your connection; immediate, dynamic, and impossible to ignore.

Next, the Ace of Cups overflows with pure emotion and the promise of new beginnings. This radiant cup is the vessel carrying your initial reaction. It's so intense; your emotions are genuine and deep, brimming with potential for an extraordinary love story. You feel as if you've found someone who can touch and understand the deepest parts of your heart.

Then, the Knight of Cups rides in, symbolizing your future spouse. This knight is an embodiment of charm, romance, and gentle emotions. Your heart will flutter in response to their tender gestures, their soothing words, and above all, their captivating aura of mystery. Every interaction with them feels like a beautifully composed melody that you can't stop humming.

However, the 5 of Cups suggests that amid the excitement and wonder, there will be a tinge of sadness or regret. Perhaps memories of past heartbreaks will resurface, or you may sense a melancholic undertone in your spouse's smiles. Remember, my Pile 3's, these emotional landscapes only enrich your shared narrative, adding depth and authenticity.

The 3 of Pentacles, a card of teamwork and shared goals, reinforces this idea. Together, you will build a nurturing, supportive environment. Your shared dreams and aspirations will become the solid bricks that construct your future.

The Oracle cards amplify the tarot's message. Amazonite urges you to 'Loosen Your Grip.' Allow yourself to be carried away by this whirlwind romance. Aventurine encourages you to 'Create Your Own Luck.' Own your narrative and infuse it with your unique charm and flair. Lastly, the 'Flirt' card suggests extending your lighthearted energy to others. So, enjoy those initial, fluttery moments of getting to know each other.

In conclusion, my dazzling Pile 3's, your first encounter with your future spouse will be a vibrant dance of emotions, a mix of thrill, deep affection, gentle melancholy, and the promise of shared dreams. Remember, every unique thread adds to the intricate tapestry of your love story. So, embrace each moment with open arms and hearts, for they will lead to love as deep as the ocean, as enduring as the mountains.

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A/n: I just received a request for Austin and reader making wedding plans and being all cute and fluffy, so by this post I’m telling you to be in the lookout cause it’s coming

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y/n4real.2002 cause when you know, you know... #oneyear

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austinbutler you are so beautiful it takes my breath away

↪︎y/n4real.2002 I love you truly

↪︎fan283 they are so sweet I love them

↪︎fan.austin it's been 11 years guys and these two are still crazy about the each other

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↪︎y/n4real.2002 haha thanks I had the best maids of honor

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↪︎austinbutler doesn't she always?

↪︎tchalamet don't twist my words Butler, you're on thin ice man

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↪︎fan394 haha rip em them to shreds

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y/n4real.2002 aaaaaand since the kindly (not so kindly) asked to be featured on a post, here's to the greatest bridesmaids!! Love you Tay, Rox and Billie

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billieeilish I look good dang

↪︎y/n4real.2002 good to see you're humble as always 🤣

roxanne.02_b1tch my god how gorgeous your bridal party was

↪︎y/n4real.2002 my friends everyone

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↪︎fan20 I wonder when we'll get pics of Taylor's wedding? 😭🙇‍♀️

↪︎tayfan it's been 6 years almost, so probably never

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↪︎fan100 I miss the times when we were decoding crochet heart emojis 😭

↪︎y/n4real.2002 we still crochet together often

↪︎austinbutler yeah baby blankets all day long

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About Me

23 / ENFJ

Writer / Craftist / Music Enthusiast /

ATEEZ / Stray Kids / Seventeen / BTS / MAMAMOO / TXT / KARD

Naruto / Black Clover / Demon Slayer / Tokyo Revengers / Jujutsu Kaisen / Hikyuu / Attack on Titan / My Hero Academia

Ko-Fi : kkallyya

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Welcome to my main Masterlist!

This is where you can find any and all of fan fictions. They range from all kinds of fandoms. I even have a few more in the works! These are my most popular ones so far. Some are complete and some are still on-going. Be sure to give them well deserved likes!

NSFW will be posted here as well. They will be labeled. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Please be mindful. It is appreciated.

Request: Open

I am taking requests should you want one. My requests are currently open! I am open to a large number of fandoms and if I have no clue what it is you are in I will either try my best to write the story you want or just tell you I am not in said fandom.

Please keep in mind that I write either OC or reader stories. If you want to see your OC in the story feel free to tell me all about them! I love hearing them. If not you can request xreader.

Permanent Taglist Request

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FICS

OUTLAW

ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader (ongoing) ✨ Wild west!au , non-idol!au

Stay Alive

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader (ongoing) ✨ magical creatures!au , non-idol!au

1K Followers / Tarot Card Event

Stray Kids, ATEEZ, Together x Tomorrow x Readers ✨ For my 1k followers event! , all kinds of AUs, smut, fluff, angst, Tarot Card reading along with a story!

2K Followers / Disney Prince Event

ATEEZ ✨ For my 2k followers event!, Disney Princess stories retold by me, fluff mostly, different AUs, plot twists,

IMAGINES

The Thoughts of a Lover ✨ (Yungi Soulmate!AU) NSFW (mdni), soulamte au, mxm,

This Isn’t Grey’s Anatomy’s ✨ (Seungmin x Reader) NSFW (mdni), idol!au , hospital!au ,

Greed ✨ (ATEEZ OT8 x Reader) NSFW (mdni) fallen angel!au, church!au, Secret Santa Event, non-idol!au,

Kiss A Girl ✨ (Bang Chan x Reader) Idol!au, foreigner!reader

Who's Your Daddy? ✨ (Yunho x Reader) NSFW (mdni), Idol!au, Give Me Some Sugar Event,

BDE ✨ (WooSanSang) NSFW (mdni), idol!au, background Poly ATEEZ!au, foursome,

Twin Flames✨ (Seonghwa x Reader) Vampire!Seognhwa, Original Story, Secret Admirer Event, Witch!Reader

LALALA ✨ (Stray Kids x Reader) MEGAVERSE!au

Burn It Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3 , Pt 4 ✨ (Min Yoongi x Reader , slight!OT7 x Reader) historical!au , Queen!reader , tyrant!family , Guard!Yoongi

Lollipop ✨ (Seonghwa x Reader) NSFW (MDNI)

Cruel Summer ✨ (Yoon Jeonghan x Reader ) NSFW (MDNI) , Idol!au , Taylor Swift Event , angst

Ride It Like Hydraulics ✨ ( Hoshi x Reader ) NSFW (MDNI) , Idol!au , CEO!Reader , sugar baby!au

Affiliated Networks

@cultofdionysusnet ✨ Specializes in: ATEEZ, TXT, Stray Kids

@pirateeznet ✨ Specializes in: ATEEZ

@wonderlandnet ✨ Specializes in: ATEEZ

@cromernet ✨ Specializes in: ATEEZ

@skzstarnet ✨ Specializes in: Stray Kids

@k-vanity ✨ Specializes in: K-pop Groups

@monsterfvckersunited ✨ Specializes in: Monster K-pop Stories

@k-labels ✨ Specializes in: K-pop Groups

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MASTERLIST/INFO

hihi this is my Masterlist/Info post!!! I figure I've written enough posts at this point, so… why not organize them? and why not properly introduce myself?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

this is a long post!

AS OF 07/20/24 MY REQUESTS ARE CLOSED 4 NOW. THANK U 4 ALL THE ASKS! U MAY SIMPLY SUBMIT AN ASK 2 ASK A GENERAL QUESTION, CHAT, OR WHATEVER, BUT I AM NOT TAKING ANY REQUESTS! KNOW IT WILL TAKE ME A WHILE 2 RESPOND IF U SIMPLY HAVE A SILLY LITTLE QUESTION. THANK U!

INFO:

hi! im pinkaditty! you can call me pink, pinka, pinkadit, pinkaditty, or just by Malibu!

20 ☆ femme presenting tmasc ☆ aroace ☆ gyaru ☆ studying biomed and working in a lab ☆ black ☆ gemini sun ☆ spiritual ☆ physically disabled ☆ he/they and pink neos!

FUN FACTS:

im spiritual and a learning witch. i do tarot readings sometimes,so if you'd like one,let me know! im also gyaru! the style totally changed my life about two years ago, and I've spent a long time practicing and preparing myself for becoming full gyaru! im nearly there, and will often repost gyaru content!

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR:

anyways! im really really into writing for Obey Me SWD/NB, Twisted Wonderland, and What In Hell Is Bad! I plan on writing for Arcana Twilight, Tears of Themis, Ikemen Prince, A3!, Love Unholyc, Blooming Panic, and maybe some various animes! Ill update when I've decided.

What I will write:

mostly anything you guys ask tbh

fem!mc, gn!mc, and masc!mc, but im mostly writing gn!mc.

dom!mc (my bias as a domme sorry)

MOSTLY NSFW BUT!!! occasionally ill do a little sfw hc post maybe

bdsm aspects

black!mc (guess why.)

alternate universe settings

hair pulling, spitting, penetration, pegging, toy use, pet play, d/s dynamics, roleplay, dacryphilia, yandere/pervert, etc etc yk the works.

honestly just ask. I'll probably write it (within reason!).

What I might write:

sub!mc (once in a blue moon or as requested.)

bodily fluids not including ejaculatory fluids (blood, sweat, saliva, discharge, etc.)

leather/spandex suits for bdsm purposes (i will if asked but it's slightly uncomfy to me)

piss (it's not as gross as scat so maybe i can work with this.)

What I will NOT write:

ANYTHING NSFW FOR CHARACTERS CANONICALLY UNDER 18. I DO NOT AND WILL NOT AGE CHARACTERS UP FOR NSFW PURPOSES. IF YOU ASK FOR NSFW OF CHARACTERS CANONICALLY UNDER 18, I WILL DELETE YOUR ASK AND BLOCK YOUR ACCOUNT.

incest. never in a million years.

teacher x minor student ships (adult student ships are okay so long as they are both consenting and there is no power imbalance nor grooming.)

just to be clear, nothing proship. not writing that. ever.

scat (nope! can't do it! sorry!)

and anything else i deem too gross or in violation of the law.

Want to submit an nsfw request? Click here for the specific guidelines! (CLOSED at this time! Must be 18 or older to submit a request!)

Sfw asks do not require the guidelines.

MASTERLIST:

OBEY ME:

Pervert (Pt 1; Demon Brothers)

Pervert (Pt 2; Side Characters)

Pervert (Pt 3; Newspaper Club)

Perv!Asmodeus

Pink Slush Preview (Solomon x MC x Barbatos)

TWISTED WONDERLAND:

SFW:

How Will the TWST characters react to you having to leave? Part 1

NSFW:

Rook after-sex headcanons

Cater Diamond falling in love

Idia Shroud falling in love

Leona Request (Breeding, Dacryphilia, Omegaverse)

Beauty (Rook Thirst)

WHAT IN HELL IS BAD:

Sitri Thirst

Facesitting headcanons

this post will be updated as i go! thank you!

no tags bc this'll hopefully be exclusive to my blog

dividers credit to @/kawaiimaterials!!!!!!

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ATEEZ Jeong Yunho Tarot Reading - May 2024

Disclaimer: I do tarot readings for fun, so please read them with a grain of salt. Don’t take my words too seriously and just keep an open mind. Tarot is a divination tool that can’t predict the future, as every single individual has their own will and makes their own decisions. Tarot is not a fixed fate. It should be seen as a guidance and a good friend that just has your best interest and gives you advice when needed. I’m not putting anyone in my readings on a pedestal nor am I trying to harm anyone. One last side note, I’m not a native speaker, so please excuse any wrong spellings or poor grammar.

Date of Reading: May 11th 2024

Decks: Tarot of the Divine, Wild Mystic Oracle, Romance Angel Oracle

Yunho’s overall feelings and energy this month - IV The Emperor (R)

In May Yunho could be dealing with some anger issues and immaturity. He’s lacking structure and could be a bit chaotic this month. He even seems to be a bit foolish and irresponsible. Yunho could also be having some issues with an authority. He needs to calm his nerves a little and needs to let go of his controlling issues.

Career - Six of Wands (R)

In his career Yunho has to be careful to not let his ego and pride take control. Yunho is lacking confidence and could feel like a failure this month. It feels like he doesn’t think he’s enough. He fears he’s lacking achievement and he seems to be quite fame hungry in May. It’s a bit of a twisted vibe I’m getting here and I don’t really know how to put it in words. On one side it feels like “I’m the best and no one gets on my level”, on the other side it’s giving “I’m a disappointment for the whole group”. It’s as chaotic and the emperor in the beginning said…

The six of wands in reverse can also talk about being mobbed or hunted 😬 kinda getting airport mobbing vibes here, I haven’t seen much lately but I’m sure it’s stressing him out quite a bit.

Love - 0 The Fool

For Yunho’s love life I see some fresh start. He seems to be open and excited for a new adventure and could have an extra level of spontaneity. I see him going on a few dates. And meeting new people. However, he’s urged to not be too innocent and trusting and still pay attention to any red flags. He could also get back in contact with an ex or a past fling. Overall, I don’t see anything negative in his love life and he’s just going to enjoy himself.

Advice - Dragonfly/Joy

See the joy in the world and seek your happiness. Find pleasure in everyday life and live for the moment. Luck is on your side, go for what makes you happy and don’t waste your energy on things and people that stop you from having a good time. You’re a magnet for joyous moments.

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If you want a more in depth reading on certain areas, feel free to ask me!

Love, Nicky 🫧

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about me

celena. 21. she/they. desi.

comp sci student | writer | reader | artist

interests - tarot/astrology/divination, witchcraft, coffee, tea, chocolates, reading, books, journaling, writing, libraries, sudoku, art, literature, theater, music, astronomy, quantum physics, academia, et cetera.

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rules

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tags (coming soon)

recent fics

late night drive [ghost x f!reader x soap; oneshot; mature, angst] fae!knight!Ghost thoughts safe and sound [kyle 'gaz' garrick x f!reader; gazfest 2023] poly Ghoap x Therapist Reader thoughts merman!Soap thoughts lumberjack!Price thoughts roommate!Ghost thoughts ridin' [gaz x f!reader]

work in progress

stalker price x f!reader fic - in progress chai time [simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader] simon'ghost' riley x f!reader [oneshot; 'he came back to life wrong' but with a twist, angst] fantasy au masterlist gaz x fae!reader [oneshot; Fae AU, fantasy, dark romance; angst, smut] john 'soap' mactavish x f!reader [oneshot; angst, fluff] ghost x f!reader [series; dark romance, horror, slowburn] lumberjack!price x f!reader [part 1 of ?; Lumberjack AU, retired Price, slowburn] merman!soap x f!reader [two-shot; Merman AU, fantasy, dark romance; angst, smut] gaz x gn!reader [oneshot; red strings of fate, soulmate au] traces of you [oneshot; cpt. john price x f!reader] paper rings [oneshot; john 'soap' mactavish x f!reader] untitled [oneshot; simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader x john 'soap' mactavish; poly, angst, smut] untitled ghost x f!reader x soap series [a/b/o au, poly pairing] roommate!Ghost series [ghost x f!reader] untitled series [simon 'ghost' riley x f! reader] soap x f!reader [mini-series; same universe as 'artie and i'] crybaby [simon 'ghost' riley x reader; pt.2 of 'pretty when you cry'] the house of the rising sun - chapter 2 [task force 141 x f! reader]

fic recs (coming soon)

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.miscellaneous

🤝🏾 = black!reader

jojo's bizarre adventure

tarot hc - how they love。ft. caesar zeppeli

tarot hc - how they love。ft. bucci gang

tokyo revengers

tarot hc - how they love。ft. mitsuya takashi

tarot hc - how they love。ft. tachibana hinata

tarot hc - how they love。ft. shiba yuzuha

tarot hc - how they love。ft. ryuuguji ken

mostly likely to baby trap。ft. mikey, takemichi, hanma, kisaki, kazutora 18+

mitsuya makes your wedding dress。ft. takashi mitsuya

in the moonlight, black boys look blue。ft. takahashi mitsuya 🤝🏾

22:45。ft. hanemiya kazutora

blue lock

helping you with your curly/afro hair。ft. chigiri, reo, nagi, kunigami, isagi, ryuusei, bachira 🤝🏾

can you trust them with your houseplants。ft. chigiri, reo, nagi, kunigami, isagi, ryuusei, bachira, sae, rin

bleach

23:53。ft. inoue orihime

gundam

moonlit company。ft. miorine rembran

wind breaker

tarot hc - how they love。ft. umemiya hajime

genshin impact (old)

old genshin masterlist。ft. many characters

twisted wonderland

tarot hc - how they love。ft. scarabia, savanaclaw

fandom masterlist

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Tarot Prompt #8! Prompt from Tarot for Writers by Corrine Kenner.

The draft was written in about 7 minutes, stream of consciousness, then edited and revised over the course of a week.

I’m thinking of doing a taglist for these, by the way, if anyone’s interested! Should I do that?

I’m also thinking of looking for a beta reader for these, as I’m finding it difficult to edit and revise my own work.

I made a masterlist of my previous prompts and relevant posts.

Constructive criticism and feedback or words of encouragement are always welcome!

Deck used: Joseph Vargo's The Gothic Tarot Card: The Lovers

Prompt from Tarot For Writers by Corrine Kenner: An Ancient Tree

Word Count: 384

The forest was lukewarm, slightly humid, and smelled of musk, soiled earth, crushed leaves, and moss with a resinous, smoky scent and undertones of a cool, sweet floral softness, the ghost of a crisp fruity note, and the slightest hint of licorice.

The wind rustled through the leaves in a rhythmic fashion and twigs crunched as they walked. Glowing flower petals fell elegantly from the trees. The heels of Alice’s boots were sinking into the wet soil. There was a faint sound of humming or muffled singing and an even quieter flute and harp that was barely audible, Alice couldn’t tell which. Gareth didn’t seem to hear it. Alice looked around to see where it was coming from.

“Do you hear that?” She asked her gargoyle companion.

“Hear what?”

“I hear some sort of music or something.”

“Oh, that’s just the fairies.”

“Where are they?”

“Oh they’re everywhere in here. They’re just teeny tiny right now. If they want you to see them, you will.”

“I won’t accidentally step on any, will I?”

“Nah, they’re in the trees.” Alice looked closer at the trees, squinting in hopes of being able to see the fairies. Her face fell into a frown and her shoulders slumped when she didn’t see them, though she perked up again when she instead noticed very small windows and doors in tree trunks and branches. The lights inside radiated neon colors of teal, pink, green, purple, and blue. They blended in so well with the bioluminescence of the forest, she hadn’t noticed them before.

While walking through the forest, Alice and Gareth came across The First Tree.

Like the rest of the trees in the forest, it was a weeping tree with a twisted and knotty trunk, spiraled and curly branches, gnarled roots, and black bark with a rainbow luster. It towered over all the other trees with an umbrella-like canopy and spidery, cascading branches, adorned with teal heart-shaped leaves and violet and magenta bioluminescent star-shaped flowers with pointed petals. It’s large, jagged roots were threaded in and out of the soil like skeletal tentacles and it was difficult to tell them apart from the leaning and fallen trees of the forest. Alice and Gareth coil walk underneath the arches of the roots. It was truly a monster of a tree.

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🧜🏻‍♀️Vain Sass ☆ Timeless Tarot Guidance

Elements/Signs in this reading are calibrated to all aenergetic placements. Feel free to read as many Elements/Signs as you feel called to at this point in your spiritual evolution♡

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‘It is really a hard life. Men will not be nice to you if you are not good-looking, and women will not be nice to you if you are.’ – Agatha Christie

Well, what are you gonna do about it? Life is hard when you’re a girl; might as well do whatever you like. And if somebody doesn’t like you for your style, oh, who cares? Stop trying to be liked by everybody! You, don’t even like everybody. Live and let live. The most important thing is that you’re having fun on your own terms~

‘Eat whatever you want, and if anyone tries to lecture you about your weight, eat them too!’ – Vlada Roslyakova

pov: you're in an edit (recommend to listen alone)

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Vain Sass for 🐞Fire Signs – Gold Astronomer (John Dee)

8 of Cups Rx, 10 of Pentacles, 5 of Cups

The power of Fire Signs is that you don’t easily lose yourself in the midst of a battle of wits. If you’re reading this and feel like this doesn’t describe you, it’s only because you haven’t fully tapped into your Fire Sass, trust me. You’re literally a dragon that possesses a breath of fire that can annihilate all of the naysayers in your Life. Sure, you wanna be wise when using it and not lose your temper to a point of detriment, and you surely don’t wanna burn those who actually care for you.

But when it comes to a struggle of wit and identity, you should stand your ground for that is the only way you will ever feel content as a Fire dominant person. Your dignity lies in your ability to maintain ground and create your empire of authenticity with your own hands, supported by your confidence in your ability to manifest every single thing you have ever wanted for yourself. As long as you stay loyal to yourself, you’re destined for great material happiness in this lifetime.

Outgrowing your bullshit is one thing, but changing yourself to fit some norms or expectations is never a good fit for you. Not for anybody, I guess. Learn from your mistakes, be even better, be stronger in your conviction, and continue to return to yourself as you grow up. Growing older is easy but growing up is not. It is easier to gain years than to gain wisdom. You don’t wanna be foolishly stubborn; you gotta grow up and wise up, and the older you get and clearer about yourself, the sassier I’m sure you get.

All Fire Signs are sassy and honestly quite vain. Is that a sin? Nah, hardly <3

Oracle Guidance for Fire Signs🔻❤️

🐏Aries – Priestess of Integrity

🦁Leo – Priestess of Luxury

🎠Sagittarius – Priestess of Happiness

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Vain Sass for 🐍Earth Signs – Silver Astrologer (John Dee)

10 of Wands Rx, 8 of Wands, XVI The Tower

You’re cute, you know that, don’t you? If you want, you could turn simps into SLAVES; so when you’re in a pinch, you should not hesitate to use that sensual Earthy power of seduction to get what you want XD I’m hearing, you’re a juicy bitch (however that resonates LMAO) and you should never live a difficult Life! I mean, Earth aenergy is kinda twisted in that you’re defo the type that shouldn’t work so hard—because all the manifestation power of the Earth belongs to you. And yet, here you are struggling to make ends meet~ tsk tsk…

Communicate your needs seductively, attract the right people, the genuinely helpful ones, and thank them for all that they’re willing to sacrifice for you. I’m not teaching/endorsing you to be a selfish mean bitch who uses people like they’re walking ATMs hahaha So in essence, I’m getting that learning to be vulnerable in your communication can really help you with attracting an easier Life…more easily. As an Earth dominant person, you really deserve to live an easier Life.

If you’re motivated to work extra hard on something at all, make sure it’s something that matters to you on a Soul level. And most of all, don’t work so hard sacrificing yourself for things/corporations/goals and endeavours that are only there to make you look good in society. All of the passionate hard work you’re personally interested in, whatever it may be, it’d suit you best if your goals and endeavours can enrich the lives of those in your community. Earth aenergy, after being nourished yourself, literally lives for the enrichment of other people’s foundations/soils as well <3

Make it easy for others the way your simps are making it easy for you LMAO

Oracle Guidance for Earth Signs🔻💚

🐂Taurus – Priestess of Fertility

🧘🏻‍♀️Virgo – Priestess of Purity

🐐Capricorn – Priestess of Magick

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Vain Sass for ⛲Air Signs – Red Geographer (Marco Polo)

Page of Wands Rx, King of Wands Rx, 7 of Pentacles Rx

Y’know, Air Signs are defo usually known for intellect and grace, but what some people forget to remember is that underdeveloped Air Signs are some of the world’s worst cowards. Listen, this is tough love, baby. If your Air aenergy makes you weak, meek, scared and anxious, you gotta tune into other elements in your natal chart that could help you gain confidence, first and foremost, until you know how to develop your Air quality alright.

You’re intelligent, and so that makes you aware of the possibilities of how other people react/respond to what you say or how you behave. And since you value being on good terms with people, you could be juggling WAY too many thoughts and calculations on how well or badly people could receive you. That’s bullshit, OK? You’re expending way too much aenergy on things that aren’t even real—they don’t even matter in the grand scheme of things. The most important thing is that you’re loyal to yourself.

If you’re with someone or a group of friends who don’t value you for your originality and individuality, they’re not your people. You have to have the courage to let such connections dissolve from your Reality. Air or no Air, all people deserve to be seen and acknowledged for their individual divine identity in Human form. Being charming in social situations is one thing but never be a people pleaser. Nobody has ever genuinely liked a people pleaser in the history of people pleasing each other XXD

Having an identity does NOT equate being a mean bully. Know the difference! <3

Oracle Guidance for Air Signs🔻💙

👯Gemini – Priestess of Opulence

⚖️Libra – Priestess of Shine

🏺Aquarius – Priestess of Patience

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Vain Sass for 🐝Water Signs – Green Astrologer (Robert Fludd)

Queen of Cups, 3 of Wands, IV The Emperor

You, hold so many secrets in your heart that you keep from spilling over so as not to drown other people with your emotions. In that sense, you really strive to be a decent and responsible person. I think that’s healthy and admirable. But I hope you also find a way to express your emotions in other ways when the need arises. That much emotion not going anywhere could rot your spirit and make you bitter. Don’t do that to yourself, OK? As much as you care for other people’s feelings and ‘comfort’, you also need to think of your sense of sanity. If anything, that should be priority.

So speak your mind when you need to. If you find yourself failing at your first attempt or if you find you aren’t clear enough the first time, you can try again. It’s perfectly OK to be awkward in social situations tho XD Many people are awkward as fuck! Ultimately, it is vulnerability and honestly that will save your sanity. People who are able to speak vulnerably and transparently are the strongest people, you know that? That’s literally the realest confidence ever.

The way I see it, it’s people whose speech is impassioned with emotions and yet imbued with logic and rationale who make the most amazing public speakers. There is reason and sensibility, and yet, there is empathy. People who speak/communicate like this are the most loved and respected people in the public arenas. With the Emperor card here, I just know it that you can develop yourself to become a very engaging conversationalist!

So, before emotions bubble up to the surface hot and nasty, it’s better to speak what’s on your mind at the time it matters~ <3

Oracle Guidance for Water Signs🔻💛

🦀Cancer – Priestess of Rebirth

🦂Scorpio – Priestess of Intellect

🎏Pisces – Priestess of Clarity

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MYTH’S FIC MASTERLIST

General Spies Are Forever:

The Benefits Of Personal History- Owen Lives AU

Suffered Long Enough Or, Moving On (Together)- Torture Tango Reveal AU

Without A Clue- Soulmate AU

Torture Tango Reprise, Or The Horrors Of Staying Alive- Angsty Owen Lives AU

Remember… Remember… -Holloduke AU

Buddy, We’re Different Breeds- Werewolf! Curt and Vampire! Owen

The Downsides Of Personal History- Canon but from Owen’s perspective

The DMA Is Homophobic?!- The Kira is homophobic death note amv but Curtwen

Early Mornings- Curtwen first I Love You

King Of Hearts- Curtwen first meeting

Spies Never Die- Curt goes back for Owen AU

Bleeding Through- Post Fall Owen has identity issues

A Torn Page- SAF x House Of The Dragon Mashup AU Staircase scene

If A Spy Is A Spy And I Once Was A Spy - Curt’s journal entry before Spy Again

Always A Spy - Curt gets self reflective after retiring for real

Drowning - There was only one oxygen mask gone romantic

I’ll Find You In The Next Timeline - Roleswap!Owen meets Canon Curt

A Twist Of Fate- Roleswap AU, but Owen still joins Chimera

A Little Late For An Interview- Post Canon, Curt finds Chimera’s dossier on Owen

Death Cannot Stop True Love- SAF x Princess Bride AU

The Cursed Ship- Pirates of the Caribbean AU with Sparbossa Curtwen And Willabeth Tatibarb

Tati: The Vampire Slayer AU

Tati The Vampire Slayer- Curt finds out Tatiana is the Slayer

Spies Are Literally Forever: SAF x Hatchetfield Reincarnation AU Series

One Step Ahead (It’s How Its Always Been)-Curt/Howard remembers his past life on Black Friday when confronting Wilbur/Owen

The Gang’s Back Together (For The First Time [technically])- Curt/Howard and Owen/Wilbur reunite with Tati/Emma and Becky/Barb

Feeling A Lot Of Deja Vu Again- Owen’s Afterlife

The Worm Talk- The boys are soft

The Awakening of Wilbur Cross- Wilbur remembers his past life

Washington Comes To Hatchetfield- The gang meet for coffee at Beanie’s

Don’t You Forget About Me- Owen/Wilbur wingmans a holloduke reunion (ignore how this breaks lore hahahah)

Curtwen/Woward’s Nightmare Time- Wiggly tries to get his revenge

Awake For My Funeral- Curt’s Afterlife

Going Through The Unimaginable Twice- Tati/Emma reflecting on her siblings

Floppy Disk Curt AU Originally by @dr-docktor

Digital Ghost- Owen beta tests Chimera’s latest spyware programme

Forget, Update, Repeat- DC tries to find out why his code is strange

General Hatchetfield Fics:

Only Murders In Hatchetfield - Only Murders In The Building Mashup AU

Once More, With Blue Shit - mashup AU with the musical episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer

I’ll Carry A Torch For Us Both (I Knew You Once Upon A Dream) - Sleeping Beauty Holloweane AU

Once Upon A Time In Hatchetfield - OUAT mashup AU

The Hatchetfield High Tarot Card Consultancy- All Our Hidden Gifts x Hatchetfield

You Will Know Our Names-Holloweane as Noah and Mio in a Xenoblade chronicles 3 AU

Unlocking Your Soul- Persona inspired Hatchetfield

And We’ll Sing It Again (In The Next Timeline)- Hadestown x Hatchetfield

Biya, Duke- Sequel to YWKON, the ending of Chapter 5 of Xenoblade 3 but Holloweane

The Butterfly Effect- Hatchetfield x Life Is Strange, with Lautski Pricefield

73 Yards- 73 Yards from Doctor Who but with Ted

Don’t Expect A Firework To Admire You Back- Duke’s perspective pre Miss Holloween

Paul Matthews’ Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Night In Dulvey- Resident Evil 7 But Hatchetfield

Does This Look Like The Goddamn Abstinence Camp To You?- An Abstinence Camp continuation with werewolves

Will You Call My Name When You Walk On By?- Giving Holloweane a happy ending

The Last Of Hatchetfield (TLOUx Hatchetfield AU)

Spider House AU

Stepping Through A Door- Hannah enters the Demon Realm and meets Miss Holloway, the most powerful witch on the Isles.

Holloweane’s Requiem- Miss Holloway reunites with an old flame

Is This The Eternal Dark Without A Dawn? (Hatchetfield x Until Dawn AU)

Spankoffski-Fosters Vs The Lords In Black Series

Pulp Musicals Fics:

Oh, Miss Stratford, What Have You Done?- Rose makes a faustian bargain

SnowBaird Fics:

Snow Falling- Coriolanus gets a visitor on the eve of his execution

Video Game Fics:

Sparrow And Reaver: Road To Rule- Spreaver pirate adventure

The Legend Of Zelda: Hyrule Saviours- Ocarina of time but Malon’s the hero of time

Assassin’s Creed- Katia- lowkey self insert Ezio x Reader

Life Is Strange: Partners In Time- Max, Chloe and Rachel go back to stop the storm and hell week

Miscellaneous Fics

The Disappearance of Eudoria Holmes- Dr who x bbc sherlock x enola holmes

Coney Island Waltz- Love Never Dies Rewrite

[armpirate]

Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 36

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 18 minutes

Chapter warnings: smut, female masturbation, protected sex, dirty talk

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Jungkook sat across from Carly, the tension between them palpable. He was surprised she allowed him to step inside her apartment again after how things ended the last time. He was convinced he wouldn't need to be there, because Y/n didn't believe in it, and something deep inside him didn't want to believe it was actually working -after he naively ate it up for years.

—Carly, I need your help.

—Is this about the curse? —she eyed him up over her cup, barely dedicating an attentive glance at him.

—Please —Jungkook leaned forward, his voice low but urgent—. You have to undo this. It'll ruin everything.

She left her cup back on the coffee table, crossing one leg over the other while she kept her serious look.

—I told you when we parted ways, I told you the other day, and I'll say it again: Jungkook, you brought this on yourself. Either way, you seemed quite happy when I first told you. You even thanked me.

He clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

—Fuck, Carly —he sighed—. I know what I did back then, I know what I said, and I'd punch myself in the face if I had me in front right now. That doesn't mean I don't think differently.

Carly's expression softened slightly, though she tried to hide it. Her tongue moved through her lips, making them shiny down the golden light of the lamp over their heads and her eyes narrowed.

—Will you be willing to do anything to take it back?

—Yes, anything.

—Then get naked on my bed and make me have a good time —she looked carelessly while saying those words—. A throwback.

His face twisted in disgust almost at the same time that idea left her lips. Four months back, he probably would've dragged Carly to her bed mid-sentence. Actually, four months back he wouldn't have been there begging her to take back the curse.

—What crack are you on? No.

—Why not? Y/n wouldn't know. I for sure wouldn't tell her.

—I don't care. I'd know.

Her eyes opened slightly, going back to their natural shape, as she was lightened with the key words to get her to believe him.

—Look, you're beautiful —the last thing Jungkook needed was her to feel offended by his rejection—, but Y/n is more beautiful. And before you curse me again —he warned her, when she was about to speak—, what I mean is that she's the only one in my eyes. I can't even think of being with someone else, short-term, long-term, I don't care. I want her to be the only one in my life, and I want her to stay in my life —he specified—. Shit, I think I love her.

—You think so? —her hands dropped to her lap— That "think" doesn't go in that sentence, you love her —she clarified—. And calm down, big boy, I don't want anything to do with you, it was a test.

Jungkook was hopeful when her eyes looked at him with a kindness he recognized from the days they saw each other, but the sigh that came out right after gave him the worst of the feelings.

—I'd love to help you, seriously. But I can't.

—What do you mean you can't? Fix it —Jungkook insisted, desperation creeping into his tone—. I'm begging you. I need this to be done before things go bad. I can't lose her because of this.

Carly blinked, the walls she'd built around her emotions cracking just a little.

—There's more to it, right?

There was, but she didn't need to know. And he wasn't sure saying out loud what he was hiding was going to make things better.

—Jungkook, I'm sorry. I was hurt when I did it. I wanted you to feel what I felt.

Jungkook exhaled, running a hand through his hair, hiding half of his face behind his tattooed hand before looking at her again.

—You know, I've had this curse present in my life since we parted ways. I was so happy about it, the only thing that scared me was it disappearing —he admitted, with a bitter smile—. And now I'm so fucking terrified of not getting rid of it.

Carly hesitated, guilt flashing in her eyes. She placed her cup down, folding her hands on the table.

—I don't think your spell is reversible.

Jungkook's heart dropped.

—What do you mean, you don't think?

—If you remember the words I used... —she trailed off, looking genuinely remorseful— I said you'd be repaid with everything you did to others. Jungkook, it wasn't a normal love curse. What I threw on you was a karma spell. I wanted to make sure you went through hell before being able to be loved back by someone.

Jungkook stared at her, his chest tightening.

—So I'm stuck with this forever?

—No —Carly shook her head—. The curse will go away when you confront all the karma you have pending. Only then, the curse will disappear.

He leaned back in his seat, defeated. For a moment, the weight of everything crashed down on him. He was sure karma was out to get him, but he wasn't sure the levels of the pain he'd have to go through to overcome it.

The rest of the day didn't go any better.

Jungkook stormed into his gym, thankful it remained closed for that day and Jimin wasn't there to ask him what was wrong, his footsteps heavy with frustration. He slammed the door to his office, breathing heavily, his hands shaking with pent-up rage.

Without thinking, he started kicking everything in his path -chairs, a stack of papers, even a punching bag that was hanging just a little too close to the edge of the room. His chest heaved as his anger spilled out in the most physical way he knew how. It wasn't enough, though. None of it was enough to shake the hopelessness.

Suddenly, one particularly hard kick sent a file cabinet wobbling, and an old, thick file tumbled to the ground, scattering its contents across the floor. Jungkook paused, staring at the mess. The file folder had the date "November 2021" written in bold, faded letters. Curiosity tugged at him, pushing aside his frustration for just a moment.

He knelt down, gathering the papers into a pile, when something caught his eye -a photograph. His brow furrowed as he pulled the picture out from the pages. The image showed a familiar face. A face he had seen before, but not here. His heart stopped for a beat, and he was sure the office started turning in circles around him.

It was Y/n's brother.

His breath hitched as his eyes scanned the attached form -an application for the gym, with dates, contact details, and fight records. There, written in black and white, was everything. Y/n's brother had been a member. He was a fighter in that very gym, although he didn't manage to see him.

Jungkook's hands began to tremble as he flipped through more pages, trying to piece together the puzzle that was unfolding in front of him. Then, it hit him like a punch to the gut. The date of Y/n's brother's last fight -his final fight- was there. The same night he had been killed.

November 2021... He remembered that month he had one bad injury that kept him away from the gym. He was barely around there, he didn't even train people because he had someone else do it for him that worked there before the gym turned to be his. The only times he went to the gym were because Elijah showed up, and he knew Jimin hated to be alone with him.

The line of the 21...

Mercy Stroke...

The day his last fight happened, he remembered he was so out of himself that he didn't even pay attention to who was competing. Elijah wanted him there, because he was a good fighter, and Jungkook barely looked into it before he told Jimin to let him know.

When he learned the news of his accident, he got so scared that he promised he wouldn't send any other fighter if he could avoid it. And he missed every update related to it because his family was too involved in the case. He was even hopeful he managed to survive, and he wasn't part of the cursed line of the 21. Yet he was wrong.

Now everything made sense for him.

His stomach churned with nausea as realization dawned on him. Jungkook had been the one who sent him to that fight.

—Shit... —he whispered, his voice hoarse as guilt washed over him in waves.

Jungkook's entire body felt heavy, as if the weight of this discovery might crush him. Y/n didn't know. She had no idea about his role in it. How could he tell her? After everything they'd been through, after she finally started to open up to him, how could he admit that he had unknowingly led her brother to his death?

He dropped the papers, running his hands through his hair in desperation. He couldn't tell her. Not now. Not after she'd confessed she liked him. Not after they had gotten this close. He couldn't destroy everything -couldn't be the one to break her heart again.

The familiar clatter of keyboards and phones buzzing filled the newsroom, but Y/n's focus was elsewhere.

She was smiling like a fool just thinking about the way Jungkook looked so peaceful in her bed, sleeping while she was getting ready for work. It was almost as if he hadn't pumped her into her so hard that she could feel and hear the way her guts were rearranging the night before. Although what had her kicking her feet under her desk and giggling was the way he showered her body with kisses, whispering into her ear sweet nothings until she fell asleep in his arms.

Who would've told her that man was good at annoying her, but even better at making her nervous with just a word.

She leaned over her desk, mindlessly scrolling through old case notes about the current article she was working on, trying to focus back on her work and kick Jungkook away even if it was for a minute.

Just as she was about to give up for the day, her phone buzzed with a new message. Her eyes flicked to the screen, and she saw the name that instantly caught her attention: Alan.

It had been long since she last heard of him. Actually, it had been long since she found a new hint to follow in the investigation. Not even Jungkook managed to find anything to hold onto, despite how hard he tried. It had stalled, and it felt like they were constantly running into dead ends.

"I have info. Prize: coffee and a donut"

Y/n wanted to be excited for that message, but the truth was that Alan took way too long to give her something to catch on. And last time he did, it wasn't something that actually worked for her.

Although she was planning on having breakfast with Jackie, she had to leave it for another day, as she hurriedly made her way to the door to get to the cafeteria where they always met whenever he had good information.

—Coffee first —Alan rushed her, when Y/n was about to speak before sitting in front of him.

Her eyes rolled at his petition, but she gave in. Her stomach closed just at the idea of getting back to a place that didn't have anything for her, so she just crossed her arms over her chest while she watched her source gulping down the milked coffee and giving huge bites to his donuts.

—Do you only eat when I pay for it or what? —she asked, eyebrows furrowing.

—Funny.

—I know —she ironically smiled—. Can you say what that text was about? I'm on my break, and as much as watching you eat is a show, I have to get back to work, and I'd like not to go back with the uncertainty.

—My source... —he swallowed after chewing only two times— they gave me a location that could have something.

—Last time you said the same, and I ended up in front of a Walmart.

—No —he moved his tongue over his teeth—. I made sure it was a real location. The owner is one big asshole, but they assured me he has high knowledge on what you need to know.

When Y/n looked down at the piece of paper he was handing her, she frowned at the familiarity of the place. She was sure she had seen that address somewhere.

Corner of 14th and Ashland, near the old warehouse district.

—Okay, so —she smiled at him, getting up from the table—. Thank you.

—Wait, where are you going? Aren't you paying for this?

But Y/n smirked to herself, not looking back as she made her way out of the cafeteria to go back to her office.

As she sat back at her desk, Y/n knew the next step was clear: she had to go to that gym. Whatever she uncovered there could finally give her the answers she'd been chasing for so long, and whoever that new person was, she was sure Jungkook would manage to get information out of him in case she wasn't able to.

Although she didn't expect to need Jungkook to get information out of himself.

As soon as she finished the shift, she made her way to that address, double checking the paper, the number and the place to confirm she was in the right place. Of course it was familiar, Alan already gave her that same address after she managed to attend the first boxing party.

Either Alan gave her the wrong location, or his source thought Jungkook would have new information since he's almost every weekend in those boxing parties.

The rhythmic thud of Jungkook's fists hitting the heavy bag echoed through the space, sharp and deliberate. Each punch landed with a deep, muffled whump, the sound of knuckles striking padded leather reverberating off the concrete walls. The chain above the bag rattled lightly with every impact, a metallic clink following each hit as the bag swung back and forth. Between the punches, there was only the soft squeak of his sneakers shifting on the floor, followed by the steady inhale and exhale of his breath, punctuating the otherwise quiet room. The silence seemed to amplify every movement, making each blow feel heavier, more powerful. And despite the silence of his gym, the noise in his head was so loud that he didn't hear Y/n coming in.

Despite knowing him for four months, and seeing him fight once, she had never seen him so focused, so careful on each hit he landed. He seemed like a whole different person.

—Wow, what has that bag done to you? —she interrupted him.

Hearing her voice was like a sudden light being shed among his darkness, dragging him back to reality.

—It has earned a few punches.

—Bad day?

—You have no idea.

Because if she had any idea, she probably would leave him and move out, as far as possible so he wouldn't find her ever again.

—Whose balls do I need to kick? —she walked towards him.

—If you're planning on doing something with someone's balls...

The sentence got stuck in his throat, with a bit of air, when Y/n laid a punch in his stomach, forcing him to bend over a little. He got up shortly after, although his eyes escaped hers as soon.

—Is this because of your mom? —she tried to know, his eyes flying fast on hers.

—Tss, she could only wish I gave a fuck about her. It's... —how was he going to be able to tell her the truth when she looked at him with stars in her eyes?— a fight was canceled last minute. That's it. What are you doing here?

—Oh, hmm —she lifted the piece of paper—. Alan called me this morning, telling me his source had a big fish with a huge mouth, and supposedly he had good information. So, unless it's Jimin, I think I'm back at square one.

—He sent you here?

—Hmm —she nodded, her hum sounding the most disappointed he had ever heard from her—. It's okay, though. I guess we aren't that far.

"We". Jungkook's guts squirmed inside of him when she referred to them as a team.

—So I'm a big fish with a huge mouth? —he asked, trying to distract himself from his own thoughts.

The louder his voice was, the more quiet his mind kept.

—I know you have something big, but that's all I can recall.

—So, am I big? —he walked towards her, unhooking the velcro around his right wrist with his teeth.

—Huge.

—Ouhh —he was satisfied with her answer, walking dangerously towards her.

—Your ego —she stopped him, before his hopes could get any higher.

—My ego, huh? —he threw away his boxing gloves.

—Yup.

—Let me show you how big my ego is, then.

A little scream and a giggle unconsciously left her lips when he first lifted her body, motioning her to wrap her legs around his hips. Her lips tasted bitter, probably because of the coffee she usually drank around that time -and which she probably got on her way to the gym-, yet she also tasted so sweet that the urge to have her installer in his system.

—Thank god you're wearing a dress —he groaned against her lips.

"Thank god" she seconded in her head.

The second kiss was adamant, hungry, both of them knowing exactly what they needed and how they needed it.

Jungkook walked blindly to the small ring that was at the end of the gym -and which was barely used-, to let her sit at the edge. Their hips were still at the same level, allowing them to rub their pelvis together, both of them levitating a bit by the feeling.

—Babe, you drive me so fucking insane.

—I can feel it —she mumbled against his neck.

Her lips moved lower on his jaw, trapping the soft skin in between her teeth to suck in tight, making Jungkook groan when she moved her tongue around the squeezed spot.

He used to hate those marks, he always avoided waking up with a hickey anywhere in his body, but with her he loved them. She could mark him however she wanted, he was going to show off the sign of where he belonged with pride.

She moved her tongue over the reddish spot, moving up to his earlobe to have him squirm and flinching his body.

—Didn't you learn your lesson last night? You don't know what you cause when you do that.

—Honey, I know —she purred against his piercings before finally facing him again—. And that's exactly why I'm doing it.

His tongue dived inside her mouth, just to meet up with hers. Her response was always so immediate, so quick, like she always waited for him, like she always wanted to complement the other half. And that alone made his knees feel like rubber.

—I'd love to sink my mouth in you and taste you, but fuck... Once I go down your pussy, I might need, at least, one hour to fully satisfy myself.

And Y/n knew he meant it. The other night was proof enough for her.

—I'd love to have your tongue on me —she whispered against his lips—, but we both know I need your cock more now.

—Let me get a condom.

Y/n giggled when she saw him run to his office, disappearing behind the door. Although the cuteness was soon replaced by the way her body was burning for Jungkook, her core throbbing just with the glimpses of what was going to happen between them.

It took her a quick movement and her panties were around her wrist, her fingers moved down to her clit before she could be aware of them, with her head falling back over the ropes on her back while her eyes closed.

And Jungkook almost fell to his knees when he came back with that vision. He was convinced Y/n wasn't real, she had to be a product of his imagination.

—Are you going to stare for too long? —she asked, slowly opening her eyes, without stopping his movements, to confirm she was indeed real— Just to change the speed.

—If you move those fingers again, I promise I'll tie you up tonight.

More than a threat, that sounded like the juiciest promise he could think of.

He walked towards her, at the same time he did the knot that kept his sweatpants from falling, before he was back in between her legs. Y/n moved her fingers away from her core, moving them up to Jungkook's lips, which he immediately opened to taste her in her digits. At first, his eyes remained closed, but when he moved up from the middle of her fingers to the tips, he locked eyes with her, at the same time he wrapped his length around the latex.

His tip slicked through her folds, helping him on his plan of teasing her as he tapped over her swollen clit, or just rubbed himself against it, earning more than one warning.

In a matter of minutes, her sweater was rolled up over her chest, just so Jungkook could suck on her nipples as he pounded into her against the ring.

The gasps from exhaustion from twenty minutes back were turned into pleasure ones every time he sank in her, the dry sound of punches turned into the humid sounds of their bodies colliding against one another with each thrust.

Jungkook thrust so hard at some point that she was convinced she was going to fly over the surface, although his digits dented on her flesh to make sure it didn't happen.

She wasn't going away from him, not even a millimeter.

Her moans were more constant, her fingers were holding onto his locks while digging in his scalp, her legs frantically swang with his powerful movements.

—Kook —she warned him, his name leaving as a moan landed directly in his ear as she had her cheek against his.

—I know —he kissed her chin—. I got you, babe.

Six thrusts more and she melted in his arms, with her whine echoing in the emptiness of those four walls, and Jungkook joining her with a smudged groan as he left an open-mouthed kiss on her shoulder.

—Y/n —he called her, gasping for air.

—I know —she nodded, eyes closed as she tried to get some air back.

—No, you don't —he warned her—. I doubt you know how fucking in love I am with you.

The air didn't go past her throat when he said those words. Out of all the things she expected Jungkook to say after having sex with her, a confession wasn't among them.

—W... What?

—You drive me crazy, and not because I'm balls deep in you. You drive me so crazy, really, and I hate it, but at the same time it feels so good —his forehead rested on hers, while his palm caressed her cheek—. You're like the one Wi-Fi connection that actually works in a coffee shop -unexpected, frustrating at times, but I'd totally lose my mind without you. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is... congrats, you've ruined me. And I'm okay with that. Actually, I don't want it to stop. I need it to keep growing until...

She interrupted him before he could go on with that vomit of words that only kept linking one sentence to another that had the same meaning. Y/n was sure that if she didn't stop it, he probably would go on that way for another ten minutes.

—Did you compare me with free wifi?

—You compared me with a discount the other day, so I guess we're set.

Her fingers nervously played with the hairs on his nape, wondering whether she should say what she felt. She liked Jungkook, she was awfully attracted to him, but she wasn't sure to call it love. And if it was love, she certainly wasn't ready to say those words out loud.

Jungkook saw through her hesitation, linking their lips together to ease her mind as she helped her hop down the ring.

—Let's go home —his lips were soft on her temple—. It's your turn to pay for the Chinese.

—Are you sure you don't want to go for a second round?

—Nice try —he pecked her lips—. Put your panties on, and let's go. 

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