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Ways to level up when you are boredđ§đ¤đ§đźââď¸
Here are some simple things you can do when you have nothing to do that will still be more productive than doom scrolling.
Learn a new hair style/makeup look! (Works best if you search it with your face shape)
Watch a video essay about a topic you know nothing about.
Take a color analysis quiz and see what colors you have in your closet that suit you.
Create a vision board (physical or digital)
Try a new recipe for easy snacks
Reorganize your space so it flows easier.
Journal about your dream life as if you already have it.
Take a walk and listen to a podcast.
Clean your makeup brushes.
Try to make outfits with clothes you never wear.
Do a face mask and a hair mask.
Try a new workout format
Go over old flash cards (no point learning something if you forget it after the test)
Say affirmations into the mirror.
Record yourself speaking normally and see if there is anything you can improve to help with public speaking.
Go down a Wikipedia rabbit hole (learn something new)
Thatâs all I have for now what do you do when you are bored thatâs not scrolling?
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DUKEDOM!141 AND MY LIFE IS YOURS đđđđ (/nf please and thank you :])
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Something all of them like to do is doll you up, and it becomes almost a private little routine between you and them.
John, as your husband (can you tell I love referring to him like this?), steadily takes control of deciding what you wear for the day even long before your request. Itâs something that just⌠happens. He comes into your bedroom early in the mornings, and your maids scatter away to leave you both be with little giggles, excited at the prospect of you two finally getting âcloseâ.
John doesnât care for them. He greets you with a soft good morning (a few weeks later, heâd greet you the same but would gently caress your face with the back of his hand, the touch so gentle despite his roughened skin. It makes you into a blushing mess, though you tell yourself itâs just so that the peeking maids wonât suspect anything) and then goes straight to your closet, sweeping through the rows and rows of delicate, soft dresses with a discerning eye to select what attire youâll wear for the day.
Of course, he does ask you what you feel like wearing, how you feel today in general, where you plan on going or meeting- everything to ensure the dress heâll choose for you would be perfect. John doesnât wait to see you in the dress, though.
He knows heâll be seeing you all adorned and dressed up later, when you come down to dine with him. He can compliment you and pat himself on the back, then.
If he makes sure to match his cufflinks with the colors you are wearing, it will simply make whoever notice it think you two are such a lovely couple. And he still hopes that your maids will accidentally not tighten or cover up your hemline just so he can fix it himself for you.
John aside, Kyle takes care of your hair and jewelry. He makes you sit on the vanity, still alone and with none of your maids around, and then he begins the tender ritual of brushing your hair (if itâs not too curly for daily brushings). His hands, warm and careful and gentle, would then take care of oiling each strand. No oils or butters have been spared in the efforts of tending to you, and Kyle himself often turns the routine into a simple, but so effective, head massage session for you.
(Later, Kyle wonders what he needs to say and do to take over the job of the maids who help you bathe. You are always complimenting how good his hands feel on your hair, and he can show you how much better he is at using them for your body.)
Johnny eventually begins doing your makeup, on certain occasions. Once the truth comes out, the two of you are closer, and on one night, he tells you about his big family, his sisters and how theyâd make him and his brothers help them get ready for events and parties.
Itâs a simple question born out of your curiosity- whatâs the makeup like where you were born, Johnny?- that has him in your bedroom often now, the other chefs taking care of the kitchen while his hands, clean and gentle, dab creams and whatnot on your face so delicately- like you are one of the cupacakes he decorates for your tea time.
He wants to kiss you so badly. You look so pretty like this, eyes closed and expression peaceful, patient and so trustful of his ministrations. He really, really wants to kiss you and see if the lipstick heâd applied on your pretty lips tastes as sweet as it smells.
Simon, though, is the one who slowly begins adding more and more to your dresses. John already supplies you with so much, but Simon is the one largely in charge of the silk and fabric importation and he knows well what styles will be popular next season, what styles will looks better on you and which colors suit you best. Itâs not just dresses, but also matching fabrics and ribbons to go in your hair for when Kyle or your maids style, and for your pretty neck during more casual tea parties.
Not occasionally seeing you in the dresses he sends doesnât bother him; you will be spoiling the others with the sight, and he can listen to them thank him in several ways afterwards and rest with the thought of you all dolled up, happy and thriving with them.
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The Great Trans Girl Exodus Commission Post
Hello once again! To make a long story short: My darling wife and I are trying very hard to be able to move from Texas to Colorado ahead of how bad legislature is getting here. We have savings and a plan but its shaping up to be a very expensive and stressful finding a place to actually move in to. Our lease here is up at the end of June so we're starting to really crack down on trying to find places to apply to. I'm making this post because we would really appreciate some extra funds to add to what we have saved to make this move possible and if its an option: comfortable. We're a pair of trans lesbians trying so very very hard to make a life for ourselves in this country that hates us. Below I've attached some basic pricing and examples of the type of pixel art I do as well as some of my writing as I'm A-Okay writing for other folks if you like my prose or brand of article jank. If you have any questions about anything here please feel free to send me a DM on here and we can talk more about what you want and what I can do for you. Thank you so much if you end up commissioning anything or even if you just share this post. Examples and pricing below the cut:
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pairing: venom!jay x reader
genre: venom au, one sided rivalry, loser!jay, office coworkers, superhero
synopsis: when a geeky coworkerâs transformation catches your eye, curiosity leads to a discovery far darkerâand more thrillingâthan you ever imagined. now, blackmail has you entangled with jay and his possessive alter ego, venom, in a dangerous game neither of you wants to end.
warnings: kissing, fighting, venom??
note: where are my marvel girlies at whoo hoo! venom is so pookie and my biggest "hear me out" hehe he got me sobbing in the theatre. jay as venom would be SO hot kjvfbvnjb >< so i wrote this to make up for me going mia for a while, i have too much school work so writing will be slow. anyway enjoyyy reading!!
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your office life was a balancing act between emails, deadlines, and⌠keeping your one-sided rivalry with park jongseong alive. jay(as everyone else called him), with his slightly too-short ties and endearing but tragic fashion sense, was the clueless office geek. he was awkward, quiet, and too nice for his own good. yet, no matter how awkward he was, jay always managed to excel in everything he did, effortlessly snagging the praise you thought should have been yours.
what irritated you most was that jay never seemed to notice your rivalry. he was too busy offering you help or giving you his signature polite, bumbling smile. and sometimes, youâd even catch yourself watching him a little too closely, feeling a reluctant warmth for his harmless, good-guy charm.
one afternoon, you wandered over to his desk, smirking as you noticed his usual setup: notebooks organised to the millimetre, a stack of neatly sharpened pencils, and a sticky note that read âbe confident!â in his looping handwriting.
he looked up as you approached, adjusting his slightly crooked glasses and giving you a shy smile.
âhey, park,â you began, leaning casually against his desk. âdid you remember to double-check the new client report? i know how thorough you like to be.â
jay blinked, his cheeks turning pink. ây-yeah, i went over it twice⌠just to make sure everything was right.â
âof course you did,â you replied with a playful eye roll. âwouldnât want our employee of the month slipping up, now would we?â
he smiled, looking down at his notebook. âjust doing my best.â
you shook your head, laughing softly. for some reason, you loved seeing him blush, getting him all flustered with a few well-placed jabs. jay was sweet, awkward, and, despite your constant teasing, he never seemed to hold it against you.
but the next week, everything changed.
jay showed up to work that monday looking like a different person. gone were the slightly wrinkled shirts and too-short ties. instead, he wore a fitted, charcoal button-down with the top few buttons undone, revealing a silver chain against his collarbone. his sleeves were rolled up, showing his forearms in a way that made you do a double-take. and heâd traded his old glasses for sleek, dark-rimmed ones that suited him way too well, giving him a smouldering look.
you did a double take as he walked by, giving you a casual, confident nod. âmorning,â he said, his voice low and smooth. the bumbling, endearing jay you knew was nowhere to be found.
you shook it off, convincing yourself it was just a fluke. but over the next few days, you couldnât ignore the transformation.
he traded in his ill-fitting clothes for tailored shirts, stylish watches, and a few artfully unbuttoned collars that showed off his neck and a hint of muscle. it seemed like his glasses had now permanently changed, now sleek and sophisticated, accentuating his jawline in a way that made you, against your better judgement, find yourself staring a little too long.
and it wasnât just his styleâjayâs entire demeanour was different. instead of blushing and stuttering, heâd catch you looking, smirking with a confidence that left you flustered.
one afternoon, you approached him, determined to regain some control of the dynamic. âwow, park,â you said, crossing your arms. âfancy new look. trying to impress someone?â
he looked up, a slow smile spreading across his face. âwhy? is it working?â
your cheeks heated, but you forced a laugh. âdonât flatter yourself.â
âoh, i donât need to,â he replied smoothly, leaning back in his chair. âyou do a pretty good job of that.â
his words left you speechless, your usual comebacks fizzling as he held your gaze with a smirk. flustered, you turned away, cursing under your breath.
when had park jongseong become⌠hot?
over the next week, his flirtations continued, growing bolder and more direct. every time you tried to tease him, heâd have a response that left you stumbling. gone was the stammering, geeky coworker you used to playfully bully; in his place was someone who knew exactly how to get under your skin, his newfound confidence throwing you off balance.
but one night after work, things took an unexpected turn.
youâd noticed him acting strange, glancing at his arms as though trying to keep something in check. he slipped out of the office quickly that evening, his face tense, and curiosity got the best of you. you followed him, keeping your distance as he made his way down the street, eventually ducking into a dark alleyway.
hiding behind the corner, you peeked around, pulling out your phone and hitting ârecordâ just in case. what you saw left you speechless.
jay was standing in the middle of the alley, his body tense, his hands clutching his head. dark, inky shadows pulsed along his arms, twisting and curling like tendrils wrapping around him. his posture shifted, his shoulders straightening as the shadows coiled around his body, transforming him into something that was equal parts terrifying and mesmerising.
suddenly, jay let out a deep, guttural growl, his face contorting as sharp, gleaming fangs appeared, his once-soft eyes turning pitch black.
âfinally,â a rough, raspy voice rumbled, oozing from jayâs mouth with a sinister excitement. âletâs go for a little⌠snack.â
a cold chill shot through you as you held up your phone, capturing the whole transformation on video. your heart was racing, but you couldnât look away. whatever was happening to jay was unlike anything youâd ever seen.
as he turned, his gaze fell on the man whoâd appeared in the alley, a figure holding a crowbar, his face twisted in anger. jayâs lips twisted into a wicked grin as he stalked toward the man, his voice dropping into a dark, predatory tone.
âohhh, you picked the wrong guy to mess with tonight,â the voice sneered, dripping with a twisted glee. âi am going to enjoy this.â
the man froze, his face paling as jayâs shadows coiled around him, binding him in place. jayâs grin widened, his fangs gleaming as he leaned in close.
ârun along, before i decide youâd make a nice little snack,â he growled, his voice a terrifying blend of jayâs and something far darker.
the man didnât hesitate, stumbling away into the shadows. but as jay straightened, his gaze flickered over to you, and his eyes narrowed. in a heartbeat, he was in front of you, his inky black tendrils stretching out to trap you, pinning you against the wall.
you swallowed, trying to keep your breathing steady as he loomed over you, his dark, twisted grin sending a thrill of both fear and fascination through you.
âyou⌠got that on video?â he murmured, his voice back to normal but tinged with a rough edge.
you held up your phone, smirking. âevery second of it.â
his eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, and he leaned closer, his face inches from yours. âwe could just⌠eat you, you know. save ourselves a lot of trouble.â
you raised an eyebrow, refusing to back down. âplease. you didnât even eat that guy. thereâs no way youâd hurt me.â
he chuckled, the sound low and dark, his gaze flicking over your face. âhmm, true⌠i like you too much for that.â
the words left you breathless, your heart skipping a beat as you stared up at him, stunned. his face softened, a small, genuine smile replacing the sinister grin.
âso⌠about that video,â he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.
regaining your composure, you smirked, crossing your arms as best you could with his tendrils pinning you to the wall. âi think iâll keep it⌠as insurance. you know, just in case you feel like getting hungry again.â
he tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. âso⌠what, youâre blackmailing me now?â
âexactly,â you replied, your grin widening. âyouâre going to help me out with a few things, and iâm going to keep my mouth shut about your⌠secret.â
jay sighed, the shadows retracting as he released you, though he kept his gaze locked on yours. âfine. but donât push it.â
you grinned, savouring the thrill of having the upper hand. âdeal.â
over the next few weeks, you took full advantage of your âarrangement.â you had him running errands, fixing things around your apartment, and even carrying your heavy boxes at work. gone was the bumbling, geeky jay youâd known, replaced with someone who wielded both power and confidenceâand didnât hesitate to let you know it.
curiosity getting the best of you one day, you found yourself pulling him aside. âso⌠about your little⌠transformation,â you began, eyeing him carefully. âis he, like, a shadow monster or something?â
jayâs eyes widened, and he looked genuinely affronted. âshadow monster?â he repeated, crossing his arms. âheâs a symbiote. and heâs got a name, thank you very much.â
you raised an eyebrow. âa symbiote? i mean, he looks pretty shadowy to me.â
jay sighed, clearly unimpressed with your description. âno, heâs not âshadowy.â heâs a sentient being that forms a bond with his hostâme. heâs venom,â jay clarified, the name coming out almost reverently, and with a slight glint in his eye.
âoh, i see. so, heâs a person?â
âwell, he has his own⌠opinions,â jay replied, wincing as he paused. âweâre a package deal, so to speak.â
âdamn right, a package deal,â a deep, gravelly voice suddenly rumbled from within jay, and you felt a slight chill as the symbiote made its presence known.
you stared, both amazed and slightly unnerved. âoh⌠hey there, venom.â
venom chuckled, the sound reverberating low and menacing. âhello, sweetheart. i hear you think iâm a 'shadow monster.' "
jay rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly exasperated, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he said, âsee? he doesnât like being called that.â
you smirked, glancing at jay and then back at venom. âgot it, venom,â you replied, a teasing lilt to your voice. âno shadow monster remarks. iâll be sure to remember that.â
that evening, you called him over to help fix a squeaky window in your apartment. when he arrived, his sleeves were rolled up, and those dark tendrils emerged, forming into tools as he worked. you couldnât help but watch, fascinated as he tightened the screws effortlessly, his movements precise and fluid.
he glanced over his shoulder, catching you staring. âsee something you like, darling?â he teased, his voice low, laced with that familiar dark humour.
you scoffed, crossing your arms. âkeep dreaming, park.â
jay smirked, his gaze flicking over you with a look that was anything but innocent. âoh, i donât have to dream.â
your face heated, but before you could respond, he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. âyou know, all you have to do is say the word.â
flustered, you quickly turned away, ignoring the smug grin on his face.
one night, as you were heading home from work, you felt someone following you. before you could react, a man grabbed your arm, yanking you into a dark alley. panic surged through you, your heart hammering as you struggled against his grip. but before you could scream, a low, guttural growl echoed from the shadows.
jay emerged from the darkness, his face twisted into a terrifying, fanged grin, his body wrapped in shadows that made him look both monstrous and mesmerising. he moved faster than youâd ever seen, dark tendrils coiling around the manâs arms, pinning him against the wall with a force that made your would-be attacker whimper.
âdidnât anyone tell you?â he snarled, his voice laced with dark satisfaction, his grin widening to show those gleaming fangs. ânot to mess with what's ours.â
the manâs face turned ghostly white as he struggled against jayâs grip, terror flooding his eyes. jayâs smirk only grew, his shadowed form tightening its hold as he leaned in close, as if savouring every second of the manâs fear.
âi should just eat you,â jayâs voice growled, laced with menace and barely-concealed delight. âbut youâre too pathetic for even a snack.â with a dismissive sneer, he released the man, letting him stumble away in blind terror, tripping over himself as he fled into the night.
when you looked back at jay, his inky tendrils had retracted, his monstrous form dissolving into something closer to the man you knew. yet his eyes still held that dangerous, possessive glint, and his breathing was still heavy, his gaze locked onto you with an intensity that made your pulse race.
âyou okay?â he asked, his voice softer now, but with an edge of something raw and wild. his hand moved to rest on your arm, fingers lingering as if to reassure himself you were safe.
you nodded, swallowing as you tried to steady your breathing. âthanks to youâŚâ
a wicked chuckle escaped him, his head tilting as his eyes darkened with a new, eerie glow. you could feel the presence of that âotherâ entity in him, lurking just beneath the surface. âoh, sheâs safe with us,â it rumbled, making your skin prickle. âbut i think she owes us something, donât you, jay?â
jayâs gaze softened for a moment before that twisted smile took over again, his features shifting, the shadows flickering as he allowed his alter ego to take control.
âyou really think i owe you?â you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the thrill that coursed through you.
âabsolutely,â jay, or rather venom replied, his grin widening. âwe didnât just save you. we protected whatâs ours. and i think a little⌠reward is in order.â
you arched an eyebrow, unwilling to back down. âand what kind of reward does a shadow monster want?â
jay leaned closer, his breath warm and tinged with something dark. âi have a few ideas.â he chuckled, his sharp fangs glinting in the low light. âbut donât worry, sweetheart. we wonât bite⌠unless you ask nicely.â
your cheeks flushed despite yourself, but you kept your cool. âi donât think youâre as scary as you want me to believe,â you teased, meeting his dark gaze. âyou wouldnât hurt me.â
his eyes gleamed with amusement. âoh, i could⌠but whereâs the fun in that?â he tilted his head, observing you with a dark curiosity. âbesides⌠jay likes you too much. and, maybe⌠so do i.â
the admission left you momentarily breathless, your heart pounding as you stared up at him. just as you were about to respond, his face softened, his gaze flicking to your lips before he leaned in.
without waiting another second, jay captured your mouth in a fierce, consuming kiss. the roughness in his embrace was offset by a possessive tenderness that made you melt, your hands gripping his shirt as he pulled you closer.
when he finally pulled back, his eyes flickered between jayâs gentle warmth and venomâs dark amusement. âso, boss,â he murmured, his voice laced with that familiar, playful edge, âany other tasks?â
with a grin, you pulled him closer, âi think i can come up with a few.â
jay chuckled approvingly, his voice a husky whisper against your ear. âgood⌠because weâre just getting started.â
and with that, he leaned in once more, his mouth claiming yours in a kiss that promised this was only the beginning of a thrilling, dangerous new game.
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how about emo hot skater boy Jake with a massive dick energy and idk maybe like a kinda cocky reader who doesn't believe skater boy Jake is huge and he has to show the reader (who might be acting like a brat) what they're missing could be interesting
EMO SKATER!JAKE who's honestly kind of a loser when you really think about it. he's got his friend group and even if he's quite famous for his unconventional style, none of these people are really friends with him. he spends all his days either listening to music and trying to learn guitar, or skating and perfecting his tricks.
what is maddening is how hot he is despite all of that. you cannot help but stare at him every time you find yourself practicing at the skatepark at the same time as him. however, you don't want to let him know that you're kind of attracted to him. so instead, you always tease him about his style - even if it suits him perfectly - or the fact that he's probably still a virgin with a cocky smirk on your face.
jake usually puts up with your bratty attitude because he knows that what you say is not true, and because he's pretty sure you don't think a word of it. he might look like a loser but he's not an idiot - he can feel the way you're often staring at him. however the jokes about him being inexperienced are getting quite old.
"i'm probably the first girl you talked to in real life though, so i'm not surprised you're still a virgin." jake sighs as you grinned at him with a glint of mischief in your eyes, but he has had enough of your temperament. "actually, that's not what they all said when they saw how big i was baby." the pet name he always gives you and that made your skin hitch at the beginning is slowly growing on you, now making a shiver run down your spine. but you try to stay focused, even if the way jake is looking at you and licking his lips makes it hard to concentrate on forming coherent sentences. "pff ! you ? a big cock ? that's pretty hilarious at least, i have to give you that."
jake rolls his eyes at you, and you try not to move as he gets closer, but you still fall from your board. but the boy in front of you is quick to wrap an arm around your waist and save you from an unwanted meet up with the ground. jake takes this as an opportunity to let his lips brush against your cheek, his long, soft brown hair tickling your face he whispers in your ear : "maybe i should show you how huge i am if you still don't believe me. maybe you'll finally shut up once i got your tight pussy stretched open on my dick."
the air around you seems to thicken, and you cannot breathe properly anymore as jake starts to suck and lick your neck. heat rises to your face, both from his dirty proposal and his kisses that make arousal pool into your underwear. "so what now baby ? cat got your tongue ?" his condescending tone as he bites down on the flesh just under your jaw finally shakes you out of your slumber - even if you had to hold back a whimper the moment his teeth grazed your skin. "i bet you couldn't even make me cum, you're such a loser jake." - "bet darling."
that's how you found yourself in the backseat of his car, ass up in the air and face down buried into one of his sweater, his scent maybe driving even more insane than his actually very big cock thrusting into you at a rapid pace. "not so cocky now, uh ? all you needed was an inch of my dick to shut up." and you want to answer, you want to deny, but at this point, you're only able to moan and bite the inside of your cheeks to not let any more sounds slip past your lips. "fuck⌠you're such a whore y/n."
you feel jake leaning forward, one of his hands still gripping your hips tightly and the other clenching at the door of the car for some more leverage. his firm abs are pressed against the small of your back, and his hot stammered breath is crashing right against your ear - you feel overstimulated in the best way possible. "admit it now baby." - "n-no !" - "come on, you can feel how deep i am right ? you can feel how much i'm stretching out your tight little cunt, don't lie." but you still shake your head, choking on your words as you try to disagree again, instead cut by a loud moan when jake hits your sweet spot. you clench even tighter around him, and he cannot hold back the low, throaty groan slipping past his lips.
"you're so tight baby, must feel good to be this full." yes, it really does, but you don't want to admit it - as if the tears rolling down your cheeks and the way your lips are bleeding from biting them too much are not enough proof. "n-no, don't like itâŚ" - "you're such a bad liar, y/n, it's pathetic." and then he resumes his rhythmic thrusts, hitting your sweet spot precisely each and every time, and it becomes way harder to hold back your noises. your fists close around the material of his hoodie, burying your face into his intoxicating scent in an attempt to drown out your whines. "j-jake⌠s-stop, i'mâŚ" you have to mentally stop yourself from saying the words, but you can almost feel the way jake smirks against the skin of your neck that he's been biting and licking at. "what was that baby ? are you close ?" you shake your head no again, and jake's smirk is growing as he stops moving completely, cock sitting deep inside of you. "then i'll stop if you don't want to cum."
your reaction is immediate : you whine loudly when you feel him start to pull out, even more tears gathering in your eyes. "no, no, no, no ! jake, wait !" - "what is it now ?" your voice is quiet when you answer, but jake still hears it clearly : "wanna cum⌠please." the beg falling past your lips entices him into thrusting back into you full force and this time you don't even make an attempt at keeping your voice down, screaming out his name so loud that everyone in the parking lot must have heard you. "admit it, baby. say that i'm big and then i'll let you cum." you don't want to, but the way he's rutting his hips into you and driving you closer and closer to your orgasm is getting to your head, your mind fogged up by lust. "s-so big jake, so fucking big, feels so good⌠please, pleaseâŚ" - "now that's a good girl. cum."
the simple command is enough for you to let go, his name slipping past your lips again as you grip his cock even tighter, making it almost impossible for jake to move. but the way you become putty in his hands feels even better. what he loves the most though is the way you're too weak to push him away when he thrusts inside of you again, seeing your body visibly tremble as he starts to fuck you again. "i'm gonna give you my cum, make you even more full of me. maybe that'll keep your mouth shut a little longer baby." you hardly comprehend the meaning of his words, but you don't really care when jake is moaning about how good you're squeezing him, you don't really care when he quickly brings you to the brink of another orgasm. you don't really care because you know that you'll be teasing him again the next morning, hoping that he'll fuck you in the backseat of his car all over again.
#i went overboard with this one but the thought made me dizzy#thank you for your service anonie#eli answering your questions#eli's anonie#enhypen x reader#enhypen smut#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts#enha x reader#enha smut#enha hard hours#enha hard thoughts#jake x reader#sim jaeyun#jake smut#jake hard hours#jake hard thoughts
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Become Your Dream Girl in 2025
Defining your dream girl persona
The first step into becoming your dream girl is to have a clear picture of her in your mind. Imagine her life in detail; her aesthetic, her habits, and even her energy. This is the time to get specific.
Visualization Exercise: Sit in a quiet space, close your eyes, and visualize your dream girl persona. How does she dress? What places does she visit? What are her priorities and goals? Let yourself feel her confidence, luxury, and elegance.
Create a Vision Board: Gather photos, quotes, fabrics, and colors that represent this version of you. A physical board can go in your room or closet. It can even be a mini collage you can put on your driver's side mirror in your car. The goal is to see your dream girl's life as real and achievable.
Setting New Year Goals
Your dream girl's life needs structure, so let's break down goals into categories and map out the steps to make it happen.
Categorize Your Goals: List your goals under personal growth, style & beauty, health & wellness, and career & financial. For example, under "Health & Wellness", you might set a goal to try Pilates or to cook more at home.
Monthly Check-Ins: As you go through the year, check in with your goals to celebrate your wins, and adjust as needed. This keeps your transformation on track.
Mindset Makeover
Confidence & Self-Worth
Your dream girl is confident, magnetic, and knows her worth. Let's build those habits and thoughts that help you embody that energy daily.
Positive Affirmations: Every time you look in the mirror, say things like "I am worth everything good that can happen to me" or any affirmation that you feel suits you best.
Confidence Rituals: Small, daily actions add up to huge shifts in confidence. Make it a habit to dress up on casual days, speak kindly to yourself, and embrace good posture.
Let Go of Insecurities: Identify any insecurities and practice reframing them. Instead of "I wish I was more confident", say "I am becoming more confident every day". Over time, you'll notice how these subtle shifts impact your self-worth.
Mindset for Success
Your dream girl is resilient and always growing, so let's make success part of your mindset.
Growth Mindset: View challenges as chances to learn, whether it's a career move, a new hobby, or even a social situation.
Visualizing Success: Each morning, spend a few minutes visualizing yourself living your dream life. This will keep you focused and motivated.
Morning & Evening Routines: Start each day with intention by setting small goals and expressing gratitude. At night, reflect on the day and celebrate your wins; even the small ones.
Social Life & Relationships
Social confidence comes from feeling at ease in your own skin.
Elegant Etiquette: Show appreciation with thank you notes, and make an effort to remember names. The vibe for 2025 is to go for traditional, rather than modern. Think classic early 1920's-1950's Hollywood.
Curate Your Circle: Surround yourself with supportive, inspiring friends who uplift you. Leave the ones who don't elevate themselves or try to keep you behind.
Networking Lifestyle: Turn social gatherings into chances to meet like-minded people and to elevate your circle.
(Dating) Standards First: Don't settle; know what you deserve in a partner and communicate it confidently.
(Dating) Playful Energy: Be confident, flirty, and assertive (with yourself, not them). Stay in your feminine energy and let them earn your time and attention.
(Dating) Relationship Goals: Keep dates special and playful. Dress up, go out, and enjoy yourself.
Finances & Career Goals
Your dream girl values luxury, but also financial security. Your career is part of your dream girl identity, so elevate it.
Budgeting: Set aside money for luxuries and self-investment, but keep savings in mind.
Multiple Income Streams: Consider side hustles that align with your lifestyle.
Savings Goals: Whether it's for a designer bag, a trip, or just building wealth, make sure your goals are concrete.
Luxury Workspace: Make your workspace a vibe with candles, flowers, and chic decor.
Network for Success: Connect with mentors and people who inspire you.
Grow with Intention: Set milestones in your career or business, and keep pushing for the next level.
Health & Wellness
Your body is the vessel of your dream girl, so let's treat it with love and care. Mental clarity and peace are essential for dream girl energy; so let's focus on overall wellness this year.
Exercise: Try Pilates or Barre classes for a toned, elegant look. If that's not your thing, find workouts that create your dream body.
Healthy Eating: Focus on whole foods, lots of veggies, and drink tons of water.
Weekly Reset: Plan a mini detox day where you relax, hydrate, and reset for the week.
Mindfulness Practice: Try a short meditation or breathing exercise every morning.
Stress Relief: Whether it's a quick walk, journaling, or a creative outlet, find a stress relief that's all you.
Boundaries: Say no when needed, and make sure your energy is protected.
Beauty & Style Upgrade
First, a dream girl has that glow, and it all starts with a skincare routine that feels luxurious. You also need to find a style that captures your dream girl vibe, and commit to curating it. Then, you need to develop habits that will help you better your appearance.
Simple Skincare Routine (For Starters): Start with a cleanser for your skin type, followed by a hydrating toner, a serum (like Vitamin C for brightness), moisturizer, and SPF.
Luxury Treatments: Invest in facials or try gentle at-home treatments like dermaplaning once a month for an extra glow.
Nightly Routine: Keep your skin hydrated at night with a heavier moisturizer or an overnight mask.
Personal Style Icons: Think of someone like Serena van der Woodsen from Gossip Girl or a high-fashion model off-duty.
Curating Your Wardrobe: Focus on high-quality staples in neutral tones, like blazers, silky blouses, and tailored bottoms. Invest in timeless pieces that make you feel like a billion dollars.
Signature Look: A dream girl has her thing, whether it's an accessory, a makeup look, or a scent. Find what makes you feel like you and stick with it.
Self-Care Rituals: Prioritize manicures and pedicures, hair masks, and bubble baths. Set aside time every week to pamper yourself.
Polished Look: Even on your most casual days, aim to look put together.
Signature Hair & Makeup: Pick a go-to glam look that embodies your dream girl; maybe that's glossy lips and loose waves (for example).
Lifestyle & Daily Habits
Your routine should feel luxurious yet practical, setting the tone for each day. Small daily habits can transform how you feel and present yourself.
Weekly Pamper Sessions: Set aside Sunday evenings for facials, skincare, and champagne baths! (Be careful and make sure you're of legal drinking age)
Journaling and Reflection: Each morning, write down 3 things you're grateful for and 3 intentions for the day.
Goal Reviews: Every Sunday, celebrate your wins and see if any goals need a refresh.
The Basic Routine: Make your bed, wake up early, and put on an outfit that feels like you.
Energy-Boosting Habits: A quick stretch, a healthy breakfast, and a moment of quiet can make a huge difference.
Wind-Down Ritual: At night, unwind with tea, a bubble bath, or a short meditation to recharge for tomorrow.
Indulge a Little: Get a weekly coffee treat or a luxurious candle that makes your space feel cozy.
Luxury Experiences: Plan for a special outing every month, like a fancy dinner or spa day.
Signature Scents and Cocktails: Find your go-to perfume and a signature drink like a dirty martini or a bubbly glass of champagne.
Conclusion:
Becoming your dream girl is a journey; one that's glamorous, fulfilling, and full of growth. Each step brings you closer to living the life you deserve.
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Icy III
Mapi LeĂłn x Ingrid Engen x Teen!Reader
Summary: He watches your match
He sits up in the box with Laporta, stretched out on the foldout chair like it's his personal throne.
He's wearing a new suit, freshly ironed and tailored to fit his body perfectly. His hair has been cut and styled to give that almost effortless look about him.
"Trust fund, I reckon," Patri says from your warm up circle," That guy that's up there with Laporta."
"No way," Pina disagrees," That's new money, not old. Probably a hedge fun manager."
"Or some kind of oil and gas giant," Mapi laughs.
"None," You say," Real estate at first then tech and then big pharma over in the states."
"What made you guess that?" Mapi asks and you stubbornly kick the ball away.
"I didn't. Laporta's not going to get money out of him anyway. The wife is the one that invests in sports but only ones she gets good profits out of. Two NFL teams, a Formula One team. She owns a tennis stadium in Paris. Big investor in the Olympics."
"Oh come on," Patri complains," There's no way you just know that off the top of your head."
"It doesn't matter. If Laporta wants money he should talk to the wife."
You can feel his gaze on you throughout the match.
It's a team at the bottom of the table and you're so technical that they can't get close but you can still feel the weight of his stare on you at all times.
'You carry the weight of our family'.
He's told you that many times.
'If you cannot exceed expectations then we have no use for you'.
He's told you that too, something you remember as you cross the ball into Pina, who taps it in easily.
You celebrate together, hugging and you feel Ingrid's familiar presence behind you as she gives you her customary kiss on the head.
You look up at him in the crowd, just out of reflex but you can't see much.
He's still splayed out like he's a king on a throne, looking down at you like you're a peasant in the street, fighting with someone else for just a scrap of bread.
That's his idea of entertainment, like holding up a magnifying glass towards an ant hill in the middle of a sunny day.
You feel small under his gaze, dipping your head in submission as you walk back into your position.
You assist in the next three goals.
Alexia.
Aitana.
Even Keira.
You're good at that. You've perfected the art of assisting.
Mapi's even joked before that you're going for the record of assists from one person this season.
Alexia says she's going to make you be more selfish and shoot more but you don't think you really need to do that, not when Caro can do it instead of you.
This is one of the rare matches where Caro's being rotated so gets no minutes. You fill her place though, like you always do, setting up goals and carrying the ball down the wing.
Barcelona win, of course, and you drift back to Ingrid and Mapi like you normally do.
Mapi grins at you, arm thrown over your shoulder and a frown on her face as you go rigid under her.
Laporta is on the pitch with him, stuttering over his words and hurrying to keep up.
He stops in front of you.
"Y/n."
Your head drops automatically, thoroughly chastised as you step out from under Mapi's arms.
His hand clamps down on your shoulder and you can tell how this is going to go before he even opens his mouth.
"Of course we're very proud of her," His honeyed tone tells Laporta," We've wanted nothing but the best for her."
For them, you correct in your head.
"She's always had such a passion for football. We love watching her play."
He's never seen you play in his life.
"We-We're very happy to have her here!" Laporta tells him," She's a real talent. You're produced quite the footballer."
He laughs, waving away the compliments as his hand feels like a shackle around you. "You're too kind. Sports has never quite been my thing. I'll have to talk to the wife about what we were talking about, I'm sure you'll understand."
"Of course! Of course! Take all the time you need!"
He will. You know he will.
He'll discuss with her and they'll write up a contract if it's really something they're interested, about what they pay in and what they get out of it.
She's always been better at the sports side of it, despite her background in real estate. She knows how to talk people around in circles. How to get through the little boy's club that every sport has. She'll get what she wants if Barcelona is even something she's interested in.
You hope it isn't.
"I'll leave you alone with your daughter," Laporta says and you want to call after him.
You want to tell him not to leave with your father.
Barcelona was supposed to be yours. You were supposed to be safe here.
You can't control when they summon you in Norway but if you're in Barcelona, they're not supposed to be able to get to you. You're not meant to be subject to their whims in Barcelona.
You want to go home. You want to go home with Mapi and Ingrid and curl up in your bed with Toast and not move for a week.
His casual hand on your shoulder grows heavy in an instant, nails digging in to your skin through your shirt and you have to keep the smile on your face to keep up appearances for the cameras you know are on you.
His lips graze your ear as he whispers to you," If you ever blindside me like this again then I promise you won't like what happens next."
"Sorry, Father," You say back.
"You better be. I didn't like sitting up there with potential business partners to see my own daughter down there like a football hooligan."
"Sorry."
"I'm better than that and I raised you to be better than that too."
You resist the urge to tell him that he didn't raise you at all.
Your wrist twinges, the phantom injury flaring up like it always did when you're nervous.
You throat bobs, already closing up as you fight back tears.
"I'm sorry."
"Apologies mean nothing." His voice is harsh in your ear and you find a point ahead of you to stare at so you don't cry.
If there's something that he hates more than apologies, it's tears so you stubbornly don't let even one fall.
"Who's this, y/n?" Ingrid asks, clearing her throat and you flick your eyes to her.
"My-"
Your father says his name, sticking his hand out and he's back to playing the role of proud father. "And you are?"
"Ingrid Engen. I play with y/n on the Norwegian team too."
"Ah! Yes. I think she's mentioned you before!" He's lying.
He didn't even know you played on the national team.
"And I'm Mapi. She lives with me and Ingrid."
"I can't thank you enough," Your father says," She can be quite a handful sometimes." He laughs but no one laughs with him.
"I think she's delightful," Ingrid says," Very helpful. Very studious. She's the best in her class."
The smile on his face is real now, like it always is when he hears about your academics.
He started in real estate and then moved to investing in technology and pharmaceuticals. He and your mother are scarily intelligent and it might be the only thing they passed onto you.
"We expect nothing less of her," He says," I'm sure everyone at the party will be glad to hear it."
Your breath stutters in your chest. "The party?"
"Yes! The party! I must have forgotten to tell you! We're having a little get together with a few potential business partners. We'll have to get you a dress."
"I don't need to go."
"Don't be silly!" His hand tightens on your shoulder and you know that this isn't a discussion. "There's some people I should introduce you too."
Your head drops again, the fight leaving your body.
"Do you want us to go?" Ingrid asks, ever polite though you feel like without her and Mapi there you won't survive. "So you two can have dinner?"
Your father is laughing again, finally releasing you and you take several quick steps to duck behind Mapi.
"I've got a flight to catch. Meetings to get to. Far more important things."
He can't see you anymore, not with your head bowed and pressed against Mapi's back and you finally let the tears fall.
Ingrid watches your father leave, down the tunnel and escorted to the player's exit by the staff that seem to be falling over themselves to make him happy.
"Y/n," She says, coaxing you out from your hiding spot," Oh, sweetheart...Are you okay?"
You look at her, bottom lip trembling as the tears run down your cheeks.
"Ingrid," You say, sounding small and wounded like an animal," I want to go home."
Ingrid nods as Mapi tucks you under her arm.
"Let's go home."
#woso x reader#mapi leon x reader#mapi leon#ingrid engen x reader#ingrid engen#woso community#woso imagine#woso fanfics#woso
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True Beauty â Vil Schoenheit x gn! reader
summary: a simple sleepover had Vil questioning how you made him feel.
tw: none (maybe not the best characterization of Vil's thought process but this is cute so...)
a/n: just a small thought I needed to get out.
wc: 0.5k
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âHe is not pretty,â You said with a judgmental look on your face.
âAre you blind?â Vil asked back, raising one of his perfect eyebrows. âLook at his jawline, the impeccable makeup, the fashion style!â
âHe cheated on his partner!â You shot back, nearly causing Vil to mess up his application serum to your skin. His light colored eyes narrowed, silently warning you to stay still.
âThat may be, but that has nothing to do with his looks,â Vil countered, carefully picking out an eye cream that would suit you.Â
The two of you were having a sleepoverâŚwell that's what you were calling it. Vil had simply offered you help with your night routine since âyour skin looked puffyâ (you hadnât seen a difference but this was Vil weâre talking about). You managed to convince Vil to put on a show in the background and he had simply pointed out the main antagonist looked attractive, which led to this mini-argument.Â
âWrong,â You stated, making a buzzer noise. âPersonality is everything. Yeah I can see what you mean physically, but he ruined his looks with his actions. Heâs the ugliest character ever because of what he did.â Vil paused his actions, blinking at you. He genuinely was caught off guard by what you said. His entire life he felt pressured to look perfect, it didnât matter how a person would act. He had always wanted a starring role, a role that was painted as a hero, yet he was always shot down because he âlookedâ like a villain. So you stating that you saw the world differently, that you judged others mainly on actions instead of looks, he found himself speechless for once.Â
âYet youâve fallen for my charms,â Vil tried to rebuttal, ignoring the weird warmth that tried to consume him. You were such a strange person, he still couldnât wrap his head around youâŚbut he supposes that was your appeal.Â
âYeah,â You shrugged, pulling back as Vil finished putting a really good smelling moisturizer on you. âBecause youâre really nice. I mean you literally just used skin care products on me that cost more than my life.âÂ
Once again you had managed to make his heart stutter and he hated you for it (not really, heâs just being a drama queen). You said it so casually, do you not realize just what that meant to him? He always felt like he had to prove himself, make himself look the most beautiful, work hard for his place, yet you had managed to carelessly toss it to the side with such a simple statement. With a simple belief. You sat across from him as he wore no makeup, his hair messy (it was perfect even if it was casual), and in pajamas (they were the most expensive pajamas you had ever seen), yet your eyes held nothing but adoration.Â
âCan I do yours now?â You asked, like you hadnât just shaken his entire world. Typically heâd deny such a requestâŚbut he found his resolve crumbling under your warm smile.
Just what were you doing to him?
#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#vil x reader#twst wonderland x reader#twst#twst wonderland#twisted wonderland#vil schoenheit#vil#vil twst#vil twisted wonderland#x reader
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moving day; m.k.
pairing:Â marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader
summary:Â how marc and steven learn to live together, how you come to live with them, and how jake finally lets himself live at all.
warnings:Â basically a BIG character study into our boys, fluff, hurt and comfort, angst, insecurity, mentions of marc's childhood, mentions of violence, suggestive content but nothing explicit.
word count: 9.9k
notes: this one got away from me and might also be the best thing I've ever written (i'm very proud of it đ). part of the @MOONKNIGHT-EVENTS bingo! prompt: â'is that my shirt?'â
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Even though it was (and still is) under Marcâs name, the flat was Stevenâs first. Marc just helped set it up a little.
He rented out the first decent unit he found in the city and kept every piece of mismatched furniture the previous tenant left behind. The essentials had to be filled in himselfâa bed, couch, and desk. A table to go with that rickety stool to eat meals on, a coat rack near the doorway. The only belongings of his own that Marc left behind were his old Egyptology texts, unceremoniously shoved into a corner of one of the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that he hoped Steven would like.
(The fish was unexpected, though. Steven already had everything he would need, and it was Marcâs mistake to be scrolling through Facebook Marketplace on one of his last days before he handed it all over to his alter. A complete aquarium set was being offered for next to nothing; attached: a photo of the original posterâs late goldfish. Backlit from the tank light, blank faced and innocent.
He just couldnât move on.)
But it was Steven who then took Marcâsâtheirâcard and ran with it. Every free surface was prime real estate for another journal, another tomb. The used bookstores of London never stood a chance; it was almost impressive to watch him scour the shelves for the most esoteric topics and still come out with his arms full of what he was looking for. Marc would wake up in the body to find Stevenâs collection a little bigger than before and ghost his fingers over the spines during those brief moments of respite before having to put on the suit.
It didnât stop at the books. Of course, it didnât. Stevenâs always had an affinity for oddities. Marc wasnât the least bit surprised to see the new paper lantern hung over the living room, or the pumpkin-esque footstool that was coloured as though it was plucked off the vine just a tad too early.
The pieces were quaint at best. If there were any psychological meaning as to why his alter gravitated towards dingy, threadbare upholstery instead of an IKEA like a normal person, it was beyond Marc.
However, he couldnât not admit that it all kind of worked once put together; the clashing mix of materials and colours sort of became its own style when combined under the wooden rafters. Even when the books started overfilling the storage capacity and ended up in piles on the floorâit only added to the charm.
Marc was sure to erase every trace of his presence around the flat to avoid interfering with Stevenâs life, but that didnât stop the sense of longing to return to theirâStevenâsâhome during missions.
It was still a mess. A mess where everything has its place, yes, but there was no way that Steven could trip over several odds-and-ends in one day and claim that he was any degree of neat or tidy. Marc silently griped to himself about it all the time, but heâd sooner eat that dusty-ass rug Steven got for free before he saw anything get thrown away.
(It was like this back when they were kids, too. Marcâs childhood bedroom in Chicagoâa room he never finds himself thinking about outside of his nightmaresâwas filled with joy. Medals from peewee baseball. Posters from his favourite movies, carefully smoothened out and taped to the walls by his dad. Drawings by him and Randall piled at the corner of his desk.
Right after theâthe accident, all his stuff remained, immortalized in place. As if keeping everything the same would somehow also make Marcâs life the same as it was before, and Randall would come bursting through his door at any moment to ask him to come play. It was an overarching belief in their household. Even on her worst days, his motherâs anger never touched their home. Only him.
But then things began to change. His old action figures, collecting dust, would be strewn about the floor, waiting for someone to continue the battle. A collection of particularly smooth rocks began appearing on his windowsill despite the fact that he hadnât gone outside in days. Heâd wake up to grass-stained jeans and a scraped knee which Marc didnât know how he got, for once.
Steven has always been like a crow, bringing all these little gifts for Marc to enjoyâthese signs of lifeâeven when he wasnât aware of it.)
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Coming back from Cairo feels like it shouldâve been a bigger deal than it was, but after the dust settled on Harrow and Layla decided to return stateside aloneâa decision that seemed a long time coming, if Stevenâs being honestâthere was nothing else to do other than to go home.
They have one blissful, uninterrupted day of sleep. Steven was the one to wake up sixteen hours later, mouth dry, and instinctively panicked at the thought of losing days again before realizing that Marc was also (and still is) out cold.
When he finally woke up a few hours later, half-asleep even in the reflection of the mirror, Steven couldnât help himself from asking, âWhat now, Marc?â
Because Marc was the original. Marc was the one with a real life and legal status. He might never want to walk the streets of Chicago again, but that didnât change the fact that he only came overseas to run away. Everything around them was a temporary measure.
Marc straightens. âI wonât bother you too much, I promise.â
âYou still have your own life,â Steven reminds him.
âStillââ
âOh, donât startââ
At least they agreed on one thing: they were going to stay in London.
Marc cleans out his storage unit, bringing home an array of bins and duffel bags and that shitty fold-up cot that he still refuses to toss. Steven immediately got him his own dresser when Marc tried to insist that he âdidnât have muchâ; that was a blaring warning that he was about to do something stupid and sacrificial, and Steven had to put his foot down before a nearby charity got a donation of some well-loved button-downs.
Itâs almost funny, how predicable Marc was when unpacking. Steven watched as he pushed all their new furniture against the walls then methodically unpacked bin by bin, stacking the empties inside one another like Russian dolls. Like Steven, everything he owned had a place, even after months spent stored away. Marc was just a lot more neat about it.
âMove my stuff if you want,â Steven pipes up. Marc doesnât react, only continuing to store his notebooks on top of a filing cabinet. âReally, Iâve already read everything on that middle shelf thereâwe can put them somewhere else.â
Marc glances around the bookshelves. âArenât these alphabetized?â
âWell, mostly, but give me an hour or two and Iâll free up some space.â
Itâs like a puzzle, and Stevenâs always liked puzzles. Marcâs gone quiet in their head, out of excuses as to why he can just shove all his belongings out-of-sight so that Steven wouldnât have to go through the effort. Now, if he would just believe Steven, then heâd know that reorganizing his books was hardly any effort at all.
And even if it wasâheâs been meaning to do this for a while. An alphabetized collection is great until he gets a new book, because then everything has to be shifted over, andâwell. Thereâs a reason why there were so many books languishing on the floor.
They pass off the body like that for the rest of the day, moving things around in the flat in order to accommodate Marc. It looks no less hectic in the end, despite Marcâs best efforts to tidy up a little, but it also doesnât look any worse, which Steven sees as a win.
There are still so many things they need to talk about. Scheduling, routines, the fact that theyâre currently both out of a jobâeither one would be lying if they said that this new life didnât make them a bit nervous. But when Marc finally flops down onto their bed, a movement as easy as breathing, the pieces begin to settle into place. The last of his bins have been put away. His jacket hangs beside Stevenâs as if itâs always been there.
In the headspace, Steven beams. Whatever comes, however hardâtheyâll face it together.
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Somehow, Steven wakes up one day and feels great.
There are a few minutes more until his alarm goes off, but he turns it off early. The usual grogginess that accompanies him this early is completely absent, and he rolls up to a seated position without a single mental or physical protest. He feels so good, in fact, that he even considers skipping his morning cup of tea.
(He doesnât, of course. They quickly figured outâwell, Steven did, Marc already knewâthat they differed in their caffeinated beverages of choice. Steven, a strong cup of Yorkshire Gold with a healthy splash of milk and a teaspoon or two of sugar. Marc, a simple drip coffee, black, made from the most generic-looking brand of medium roast beans.
Not to say that he wishes to be separate from Marc or anything of the sort, but Steven imagines his feelings to be like that of a sibling who was always dressed in matching clothes as his brother. Marc mightâve graced Steven with an interest in Egyptology from his mercenary work and Gus from hisâtheir?âbrotherâs drawing a lifetime ago, but as far as they know, his preference for tea was just a quirk.
Steven likes having something just for him.)
Marc had the body last nightâhe mustâve gone to bed early. Mustâve drank camomile tea and avoided blue light the entire time he was fronting because Steven could run a marathon like this and still go into work afterwards. Heâs about to ask Marc for his secret when he spots an unfamiliar rumple of fabric on the pillow where he laid his head.
âWhatâs this now?â Steven murmurs, gathering the soft material in his hands. A womanâs sweater, obviously, with its feminine cut and style and faintly sweet scent that short-circuits his brain for a moment.
It doesnât take a genius to realize how it got inside their flat, what with how thereâs a whole other person living in his head, and it would explain the strange marks he found on his neck the other dayâ
Heat blooms in his face and Steven nearly drops the sweater back onto the pillow in embarrassment. Distantly, he knows that he shouldâve seen this coming. Marc is Marc; Stevenâs witnessed the quiet confidence the man extrudes from inside their headspace and the resulting, ah, attention it attracts.
In the corner of his eye, his reflection stills. Steven doesnât even bother turning aroundâjust holds up the offending sweater and asks, âFun night?â
Marc, strangely, is quiet. Itâs not like heâs one to talk about his romantic pursuits, but Steven at least expected a dry comment or two. He shakes the sweater like a bag of treats until Marc scowls. âStop that.â
âNot judging,â Steven says, âbut donât suppose you got a number? Should I make a run to the donation bin for you?â
âNo.â Thereâs an edge to Marcâs voice, and he purses his lips when he realizes that he responded a little too fast; Stevenâs questioning look is pointedly ignored. âJust leave it on my desk for now.â
âIs she coming back or is this just like aââ Steven makes an ambiguous gesture, full of innuendo ââthing for you?â
âWhat? Noâwhat?â
âOkay, okay,â Steven finally lets up because the groove between his alterâs eyebrows has become something fierce. He slips out of bed to place the sweater on Marcâs desk as requested, then throws one more comment over his shoulder for good measure, âBring her home for dinner one day, would you?â
âSteven!â
-
âIs that my shirt?â You move towards the armchair, a smile tugging at your lips as you pick up the folded garment. Itâs been freshly laundered. Marc wouldnât burden you if he could help it.
âMhm.â He doesnât stir from his seat on the couch, tracking your movements with fondness in his eyes. Youâve been to their place plenty over the past few months and quietly, he relishes in the domesticity.
Theyâre simple things, like knowing your preferred spoon in their drawer or how you like your toast; the ease in which you curl into the cushions next to himâyour spot, he canât help but noteâdraws a contented little sigh from him.
âYou know, if you want me to do your laundry, you can just ask.â
He would. Steven would prod endlessly as he does with all things related to you, but Marcâs managed to get this far with vague explanations and stubborn hand-waving. Heâd endure the nosiness if it were for you.
âAlthough,â he continues, giving you a once-over. His eyebrow quirks at the familiar cotton long-sleeve enveloping your torso. âIâm not even sure you have laundry anymore.â
âWell, maybe if your clothes werenât so comfortable, Iâd stop stealing them,â you tease.
(His clothes arenât boring, Steven, justâutilitarian. Between Khonshu and his mercenary work, Marc needed plain, flexible pieces; ones that made him blend in anywhere and ready for anything. Nothing that he could get too attached too, either. Everything he wore was at risk of getting ruined by grime and/or blood and/or tearing from various weapons. Of course, he doesnât own anything ânice.â
Not like Steven. Not with his hodgepodge closet filled with colours and patterns, everything just a tad too large on their frame. Marc groans about it every time he takes over in the middle of the dayâjust a size down, just one. But the issue is that Steven likes it like that, likes the comfort and roominess he finds in his thrifted pieces, and so Marc dropped it as a serious topic, even though he still doesnât quite get it.)
âThis why you had to wear my jacket the other day?â
Stevenâs sudden appearances donât phase Marc anymore, even when youâre around. He just gives him a slight nod without missing a beat. âAt this rate, I wonât have any clothes left for you to take.â
âGuess Iâll just have to borrow something from Steven then, hm?â
Before Marc can even begin to think about what to say to thatâ âI think my white jumper would suit her really well.â
He shoots a glare into a nearby mirror and just barely catches a glimpse of Stevenâs grin in the reflection. Part of him wants to tell Steven to stop hitting on his girlfriend, but hesitates when you look at him expectantly, still waiting for his response.
Heâs not ashamed of Steven, far from it. Still, a sliver of self-consciousness worms its way into his chest at the thought of talking to him in front of you. Heâs done it before, butâhe knows how it can look.
Youâre more perceptive than heâd like. Marc sees the moment when it clicks in your head. âIs he here right now?â
Excitement bleeds into your voice. Youâve been wanting to meet Steven for a while. Marc showing up to a date with tousled curls and a colourfully-printed button-up instead of his usual streamlined style, a slew of scribbled papers piled onto the armchair you like to lounge on, a sticky note left on one of your books (âoooh good choice! xâ)âall these things that sent panic strumming through his veins were only ever endearing to you, for some reason. Itâs lessened his worry by orders of magnitude.
Still. Letting you meet Steven is one step closer to talking about his childhood. His mom. His brother. Heâs given you a high- high-level view of things (âIt wasnât great.â), but the thought of going any further makes his throat tighten. Thereâs a whole failed marriage that proves his inability to be vulnerable.
So, it must truly be a bout of madness that makes him say, âThe white one.â
âWhat?â
âWhat?â
âThe white sweater,â Marc continues, because heâs already thrown himself off the bridgeâthereâs no use trying to backtrack now. âHe says youâd look good in his white sweater.â
Your face slowly morphs into an expression of pure joy; you do nothing short of jump off the couch to bolt to their bedroom. Steven chatters excitedly in his ear, only pausing momentarily when you slip off Marcâs shirt.
âOh! Um! Sheâsâsheâs veryâwowâ" Marc feels the strangest urge to punch himself in the face againâ
âAnd then you reappear into their field of view, a dream in fine knit. Stevenâs sweater be damned, your beaming smile is more than enough to render them both speechless.
âHow do I look?â
The sweater isnât his, but it stirs the same syrupy feelings in Marc anyway. Youâve spoken about it beforeâand him privately with Stevenâwhere Steven stands in your relationship with Marc. All heâs ever let himself hope for was for you and Steven to be cordial, maybe even friends. Of course, heâd have to actually let you guys speak to each other for any of that to be possible, but you two seem to have grown comfortable with each other regardless.
Now, he sees you in Stevenâs clothes and his thoughts run rampant. Ours. He tests out the word and his heart skips a beat. Itâs always been a possibility; one you all were open to if it ever happened. But he could never ask either of you to try to love each other on his behalf.
God, that word does something stupid to his brainâStevenâs rattling off compliments and other things of his you should try on and invites to go thriftingâand Marc just sits there, dumbfounded by his own hypothetical scenario. âCome on, Marc, say something!â
You move to stand in front of him, and his thighs part automatically to have you close. It takes your hand on his cheek, gentle as you stroke your thumb over his skin, to pull him back to reality. âYou okay?â
âYou look incredible.â His voice dips in the way he knowsmakes your stomach swoop, and is promptly rewarded with your flustered smile. The moment doesnât lastânot with Steven cooing in his ear over you.
A pang of possessiveness runs through Marc. That smile was for him, thank you very much.
His mouth works faster than his brain. âSteven has something to tell you.â
You light up. âReally?â
âWants to tell you himself, actually.â
Steven splutters, nerves coming on in full force. Marc bites his tongue to keep a straight face. âWell, now, hang on a minuteââ
Stevenâs introduction was always going to be a well-thought-out but casual event, as to not make a circus out of it. It was just who they were, after all. They wouldnât switch in front of youâSteven would change into his wardrobe and âdoâ his hair beforehand; Marc worried it might be too much for you to see him but hear Steven. He wouldâve prepped you both plenty in the preceding days, regardless of how necessary it was.
It definitely would not be the stunt heâs pulling right now.
Your eyes narrow at the placid look on his face, too casual to not be suspicious, but meeting Steven must outweigh the want to catch Marc in the act of whatever heâs planning because you donât call him out, hands frozen on his face. Itâs cute, watching you struggle between overt enthusiasm and not wanting to pressure them into anything.
Marc would even enjoy it a little longer if it werenât for the confused and alarmed word vomit spilling out in his head.
âStop messing aboutâI mean, itâs notânot odd, yeah? For me to front a little? Just a little chat, canât be all that bad. Please be messing with me, but I can do it, sânot a big deal. Yeah, yeah, itâs whateverâoh, boy."
Taking pity on the poor guy, Marc quiets him with a steady glance into the mirror. âYou sure, buddy?â
Slightly shrill but no less serious, âAre you sure, Marc?â
And then Marcâs fun little charade teeters on its headâis he ready for this? You and Steven wouldnât hold it against him if he pulled the plug on it all right now, but this is the closest heâs ever gotten. The band-aid has to come off, lest he lets this fester for the length of another relationship.
âYeah,â he murmurs, his flare of panic comforted by the patience in your eyes. More confidently this time, âYeah, Iâm sure.â
Stevenâs smile is clear in his voice. It mirrors your own.
âAbout time, innit?â
-
Moving into their flat isnât a decision you make all at once, but rather a slow, steady conclusion that youâve been unintentionally working towards ever since you first visited.
The clothes were just the start. Itâs not like you didnât have perfectly good clothes before you met Marc, but his were just better somehow. Soft and simple, all in that neutral colour scheme he seemed to gravitate towards. The warm, woodsy scent of his aftershave clings to the fabric, making you want to bury your nose into the garments and go right back to the sourceâ
You just couldnât help yourself from borrowing something whenever you came over.
(That pleased, half-lidded gaze you receive each time you slip on his shirt, or his heated touch whenever he drapes his jacket over your shoulders during chilly morning aftersâwell. Those are just a bonus.)
So, maybe you left a shirt or two behind in the process. And maybe you realized that you should probably have a pair of sweatpants there as well, and a good book to read during quiet nights in. Once, you forgot your toothbrush only for Marc to pull out an extra from their medicine cabinet; now you have a toothbrush in their bathroom.
After you finally met Steven and his adorable, eclectic selfâall bets were off. You bond while scouring vintage shops and finding new pieces for the flat. A little basket of throw blankets gets added to the living room (always neatly sorted by Marc, without fail). Candlesâtall and stout, festive and fruity and spicedâstart to litter the shelves. A particularly good haul at a used bookstore, a bit heavy for you to carry home, is instead slotted amongst their collection; the contemporary fonts and colourful covers are a stark contrast against the yellowing older texts, and you love it.
Your fingerprints are all over the place by the time Marc officially empties some space in his dresser for you, uncharacteristically avoiding your eyes as he speaks, âJust in case you wanted to keep some more stuff here.â
You were already using their closets before then (in both the storing-your-clothes sense and the stealing-their-clothes sense); youâve practically taken over one of his drawers. But to give you one outright, to admit that heâs carved out some space just for you instead of silently accommodating your things as he always hasâ
âThank you, Marc,â you whisper, brimming with emotion that you wonder if youâll ever be able to fully express. Heâll flit about and clean and care for you because words will never capture the depth of his feelings. You see this for what it is, like all the gestures that have come before: a declaration.
âThank you,â you repeat, and press a soft kiss onto the corner of his mouth. âI love you, too.â
Itâs not much long after when Steven comes home from work grinning like a madman, one hand held behind his back. He beelines towards you, not even bothering to put his bag down.
âHey, you.â You peck his lips and feel his smile stretch impossibly wider. âWhatâs got you all riled up?â
The words come out in a rush. âHavesomethingforyou.â
âOh?â
âClose your eyes.â You canât help but laugh a little as you follow the direction; Stevenâs excitement is utterly infectious. âOkay, now hold out your hand.â
âIf you give me a bug, I swear to Godââ
âI would never.â His seriousness is a bit too heavy-handed, and you get a feeling youâre going to need to be on guard for a while.
Youâre distracted, however, by the brush of his skin as he places something small and rigid into your palm. The metal is warm from being clasped inside his hand, but the shape is so familiar that you recognize what it is immediately.
âYou can openââ
Youâre already looking downâat the silver key to the flat nestled in your hand. Lonesome without the Koala plushie on Stevenâs keyring, without the little charm you got for Marcâsâno, itâs meant to be your copy.
âWe were thinking, right,â he starts before your heart has the opportunity to beat right out your chest, âMarc and Iâwell, youâre here with us most of the time. You should have your own key. Beats having to come grab mine from the museum, right?â
You let out a choked little laugh, too caught up to remind him that the only reason why you went to the museum was because else he wouldâve dropped everything to deliver the keys himself. Spent his entire break and then some to commute back home so that you wouldnât have to wait for his shift to be over, even though you couldâve amused yourself just fine outside until then.
âYeah,â is all you manage to get out before stepping forward, burying your face in his chest as you wrap your arms around his torso. Stevenâs love is unbridled; he holds you close, going on about how glad he isâhow glad they both areâto have you, how he was practically bouncing off the walls at the locksmith, waiting for the key to be cut.
Theyâve been your home for so long now that while the new addition onto your keyring makes you giddy and smile stupidly whenever you get to use it, it also just feels right. You go grocery shopping with Marc and watch him scrutinize apples like they personally offended him. Steven tangles your legs together as you wind down in the evenings, and always always smiles whenever he catches you looking at him. You rank the restaurants around the neighbourhood and line your favourite mugs beside each other on the shelf; you sit in the comforting quiet of the flat and wonder how you got so lucky.
When itâs eventually time to renew your lease, thereâs no decision to be made. Youâre relieved from dinner prep to write the email to your landlord on their couch. Itâs sent off with no fanfare and quickly forgotten about when Marcâs voice rings out, asking what you want to eat.
âAnything,â you say, the ghost of a smile on your lips; he hates it when you say that. Marc grumbles a little, but you mean it this time. You have them and they have you. Curled up in one of Stevenâs sweaters, Marcâs playlist on low in the backgroundâanything is just fine by you.
.
.
.
You are the bane of Jakeâs existence.
First, you meet Marc. Terrible. Khonshu is riding his ass about a mission in Liverpoolâtheyâve now been geolocked to stay under the radarâand Marc plans a date. An actual, Godforsaken date with a set time, throwing a wrench into their plans because Stevenâs been scheduled to work on the surrounding days as well. How is he supposed to sneak off to the other side of the country now?
Even worse, you stick around. There are more dates between the two of you. For how much he hates texting, Marc responds promptly whenever you send him something. He frets over what to wear before picking you up. You stay over at the flat and he holds you in his sleep like heâs afraid youâll disappear; Jake has been unluckily enough to wake up in the middle of the night, planning to slip away, only to be hit with the scent of your shampoo in his nose.
Thenâand thenâMarc has the bright idea to introduce you to Steven. The hope that this is just a casual, temporary thing is dashed away the second Jake sees that lovesick expression on the idiota. Itâs more overt than Marcâs, but still the same blaring warning sign that Jakeâs life is only about to get harder from here.
Keeping a low profile has become incredibly difficult since the others decided to be normal. Marc never questioned whenever Jake took over in a tight spot, too hyped up on adrenaline and too stubborn about their condition to follow up on his blackouts after the fight was done. Steven was clueless about everything for those first few months, then just blamed his blackouts on Marc.
But now? They talk to each other. They have a year-long calendar on the fridge with a magnetic pen holder to keep track of their schedules, colour-coded blue (for Marc) and green (for Steven). Theyâve gotten distracted and added another consciousness for Jake to deceive in order to do his thing. He canât take the body for more than a few hours, and certainly not by force, without drawing suspicion.
Jakeâs happy for them. Really, he is. Theyâve finally begun to move on from the trauma of their childhood into something that resembles a normal life. Stevenâs gotten rehired at the museum as a tour guide. Marcâs taken up security consulting. And despite their respective anxiousness and ten-foot-walls, you bring them peace.
But that doesnât change the fact that heâs Khonshuâs avatar now. That a lifetime ago, when the work began to wear down on Marc in all the worst ways, Jake was the one who cut a deal with the god for his release. All he had to do was take his place.
(Foresight might not be his strong suit, but he refuses to take responsibility for what happened next. He could never have imagined all the puppetry thatâd occur with Layla in the mix, or that theyâd actually divorce one of these days and end up with someone new.
Except this time, you know about their system and not about Khonshu. He wonders how well youâd take that whole mess.)
In shortâMarc and Steven still need him. He canât just up and disappear into the recesses of their mind; he has a job to do.
So, when Steven presses that fucking key into your hand, Jakeâs so frustrated he could scream. Unfettered access to the flatâas if you werenât there enough already. As if he werenât already jumping through every hoop imaginable, just to keep his existence a secret. He wouldâve made them drop the copy down the nearest gutter on the way home if he didnât know that they would simply go right back to the locksmith and ask for another.
Steven watches as you slip it onto your keychain; that all-encompassing, vibrant burst of joy in their chest be damnedâyou are the worst thing to ever happen to Jake, even if you might be the best thing to ever happen to them.
-
Steven had the flat, Marc had his storage unit, and Jake?
Jake has his car.
Multiple, actually, but the limousine is the legal one (thanks for your identity, Marc) and serves as his homebase. Supplies are stashed in compartments around the cabinâweapons, clothes, cashâand with its heavily tinted windows, he can do anything he wants inside and passersby would be none the wiser. When Khonshuâs booming voice echoes around his brain about some new target, at least Jake can recline into a soft leather seat.
The only issue is that he canât keep everything there. No, the parking garage is a fair distance away from the flat and sometimes, he doesnât have the opportunity to make the trip before setting off. This means that he has to keep a change of clothes in the flat to avoid accidentally ruining some of Stevenâs or Marcâs. Heâd never actually wear anything of Stevenâs to begin with (at least, not on a mission), but Marcâs wardrobe is minimal by choiceâif something went missing or got a new, unexplained hole in it, heâd notice.
Thatâs why Jake is currently slinking through their living room, ready to change back into Stevenâs pajamas before hiding his clothes on the loft above their bed. Nothing up there but empty bins and poster tubes. Marc regularly dusts the area during his monthly deep cleans, so Jake doesnât even have to worry about leaving behind any tracks.
It was an easy job tonight, done in little less than an hour and not a speck on Jake to show for it. He could take a shower if he wantedâyouâre staying over at a friendâs place right now, as noted in red on the calendar. But he shouldnât keep the body for longer than necessary; they still need sleep, after all.
He slips off his flat cap, groaning as he runs a hand through his hair. God, theyâre getting old. Even this stolen hour will be felt by whoever wakes up in the morning, slightly slower and groggier than usual.
(Jake doesnât think about the futureâhas never needed to. The only future that exists to him is the next minute, and the minute after that, and what he has to do to ensure the body makes it there. Him and Marc were similar in that aspect for a long, long time.
That calendar on the fridge, while helpful to his vigilantism, stirs something uncomfortable in his gut. Heâs seen them flip through the months to mark down birthdays and reservations. Vacations, work eventsâMarcâs going on a completely normal, non-violent work trip, which Jake still canât quite wrap his head aroundâand itâs all so far ahead.
How can they be so sure that nothing will change between now and then? That their life wonât blow up again, and force them on the run? Everything they add is just another handful of salt to be pressed into the wound when it all goes to hell. But they still write things on that stupid calendar. Confident, excited even, about the plans they think will come to pass.
How do they know?)
Thereâs a rustling in the bedroom.
Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuckâ
âMarc?â
You shift a little under the covers, trying to peer at him through the darkness. Jakeâs never been more grateful for Marcâs sensible taste in fashion; with only a silhouette to go by, of course youâd mistake him for Marcâstraight-cut jeans, a collared jacket. His flat cap would tip you off though, and he presses it into his chest to hide it from your line of sight. Marc would never wear a flat cap.
He forces a casual tone. âHm?â
A small sigh of relief escapes you as your head falls back onto the pillow. Still watching him, though, you mumble, âBad dream?â
You know about Marcâs time in the military and as a mercenary. Not everything, obviously, but enough. Jake nods, and can imagine the worried purse of your lips in the shadows. In the best impression he can manage, his accent turns Chicagoan. âJust had to take a walk.â
If he were really Marc, heâd already be in bed by now, letting you brush curls away from his face and press a kiss against the furrow of his brow. If he were really Marc, heâd ask you why you were back here instead of with your friends as expected, and youâd talk things out until dozing off in a tangle of limbs, comforted by each otherâs presence.
But Jakeâs not Marc. He brushes off the subtle tightening of his chest as just a lingering remnant from his alters. The body knows you, even if Jake doesnât. It doesnât mean anything to him.
You whine, a sleepy and pitiful but inviting noise from the back of your throat as he continues to stand in the living room. Alarm bells go off in his head; he has to placate you before you get up and try to drag him over yourself.
âJust need to change,â he says, soft and low, warmth injected into every word. Nausea courses through him, to his own confusion, as he continues to play Marc. This should be easierâheâs been hiding for as long as he can remember. This is probably the tamest thing heâs done to keep his cover. âGo back to sleep, Iâll be there in a second, okay?â
He takes two steps towards the kitchen then stops, feigningâfeigning something, fuck if he knowsâwaiting for your breathing to level out again. Silence falls over the flat, but Jakeâs mouth runs dry.
Thereâs no way you donât bring this up to them in the morning, and thereâs no way they wonât immediately suspect another alter. They know he exists, have seen the aftermath of when he fronts. Itâs only his secrecy that has kept them off his back for this long, and it will all come crashing down in a few hours.
For better or for worse, heâll have to meet the others soon.
-
Marc will never tire of waking up beside you. Even though thereâs a heaviness weighing him down, body aching for just a few more minutes, he pushes through because youâre already awake. With one hand on his chest, the other tracing over his jawâthe small, lazy smile on your face has already made his day.
You turned over while he was asleep, but his arm is still slung over your waist; he pulls you closer to press a kiss onto your forehead. Lips moving against your skin, âMorning, baby.â
âMorning,â you murmur. âFeel better?â
Mind hazy from sleep, Marc doesnât question the odd wording. He just letâs himself settle into the lingering fatigue, leaning into your touch as his eyes flutter shut again. âMâtired. Stay with me a little longer?â
Concern laces your tone. âWas the dream that bad?â
That breaks through to him. He peers at you curiously, more alert than before. âWhat do you mean?â
You blink, confused. âYour nightmare last night. You left to take a walk?â
Marc sits up, furrowing his brow. Reality seeps in, and he checks the date on his phone. Arenât you supposed to beâ? âI thought you were staying over at a friendâs place.â
âI was going to, but she had a family emergencyâI came back here around three. Donât worry, they walked me home,â you explain with a soft pat of your hand at the end. Thatâthat is one mystery solved, and he is glad to hear that you werenât walking alone at night, but his shoulders remain taut with tension. His mind gets caught on a detail.
âThree?â Heâs a light sleeper, he wouldâve woken up when you came into bed. Butâyour words replay in his mind. He wasnât here when that happened, was he? âI went on a walk?â
His stress begins to spill over to you, and you prop yourself up on an elbow, fiddling at the blankets. âUm, yeah. We spoke a little when you came backâI was already in bed, remember?â
A pit opens up in his stomach, and the words die in this throat. Marc does not, in fact, remember. He apparently went outside in the middle of the night, long enough for you to come home and settle in without him, then had a whole conversation upon returnâand none of it is familiar to him. Not even a hint of dĂŠjĂ vu.
He throws off the covers, on his feet in seconds despite your protests. All hisblackouts, the ones he thought were finished after traversing the Duatâ
That third sarcophagusâ
Is this what it was like for Steven? To wake up, not knowing what your body has done, where itâs beenâif itâs hurt someone?
Marc might actually puke if he thinks about it for too long. And God, you live with them now: him, Steven, and what Marc wishes was a complete unknown. But the truth isâthey arenât an unknown. No, Marc is fully aware of what this alter is capable of.
âOh, bugger, whatâs going on?â Steven must feel his panic, reflects it in kind. He must be expecting bloodshed with how fast their heart is racing.
Marc says nothing and flings open the tri-mirror on the wall, bracing himself with both hands on the sink below. He sees himself in the center, a bull primed to fight. Stevenâs to the left, so fearful heâs nearly frozen still. And to the rightâ
To the rightâ
-
So. Jake hasnât really prepared for this situation, to be honest.
Heâll face anything head-on to keep the body safe, but imagining himself as the threat? Never crossed his mind. Thereâs anger in their blood, and Marcâs liable to cracking the porcelain with his grip. If looks could kill, Jake would be dead ten times over.
The few times he wondered what it would be like to actually meet Marc and Steven, the worst that could happen was that they disliked him. Unfortunate, but heâd live. He didnât need their approval to do his job.
But through the blood rushing in their ears, he can hear you; still in bed, barely breathing as you watch everything unfold. And thatâs when he remembersâ
You are the bane of his existence.
Because Marc and Steven arenât just thinking about their own self-preservation. No, now they have you to protect, and the lengths that they would go to do that, wellâJake begrudgingly has to admit that they might rival some of his own efforts for them.
Heâd let them stare at themselves forever in the mirror if it werenât for that fact. They would never give up on trying to talk to him. Steven was clever enough with the sand and tape and ankle restraint; he doesnât want to think about what sort of traps theyâd create with Marc in the mix. Jake would probably still evade them all, but theyâd drive themselves crazy in their attempts.
Theyâve really left him no choice. For the first time, he lets himself be seen.
-
Youâve watched Marc and Steven talk to each other plenty of times. Itâs really no big deal. Theyâre just normal conversations where you can only hear one side, and usually taken through the nearest reflective surface.
But this? This is an interrogation. Marc slackens his jaw for just a moment before everything in him tenses again. He speaks through clenched teeth, as if barely controlling the severity of his thoughtsâyou canât help but brace yourself for impact. âWho are you?â
The pause as he waits for the other alter, whoever they are, to respond is maddening. It wasnât quite fear that gripped you when you realized that it wasnât Marc last nightâto be honest, you donât know what to feelâbut the scene in front of you has you reevaluating your initial reaction.
That initial reaction being, wellâthe same thing you felt when you Marc told you about Steven: curiosity. You wanted to meet Steven. Almost begged for the chance near the end. Whoever this isâ
âJake.â
The name grates itself out of Marcâs throat, and you cling to the information like a life raft.
âJake.â You canât help but test it out on your tongue, squinting a little as you look at your boyfriend and try to see yourself calling him that. Marc looks towards you. Thereâs a storm of emotions in his eyes, but thereâs no time to decipher any of themâa moment later, he turns back towards the mirror with a scowl.
âWhy should I believe you?â The lines on his face deepen; Marc grits his teeth so hard you yearn to hold him, but youâre frozen to the spot.
âI donât know that. After youââ his eyes dart between you and his reflection so fast, you mightâve imagined it ââafter what youâve done?â
A wave of dread washes over you.
Heâs not talking about last night.
No, MarcâMarc has interacted with Jake before, and whatever happened mustâve crossed a line. Mustâve crossed several lines because of how heâs acting right now, and you want to bury yourself under the covers, still fisted tightly in your hands.
He laughs bitterly. The sound rakes through your ears. âYou call that protecting us?â
Your blood runs cold. With no real context and spiked with adrenaline, your mind runs rampant with the possibilities, connects all the worst dots.
Thereâs no wayâ
âLay a hand on her and I swearââ
You want to run and you want to hide and you want their arms around you, assuring you ofâof anything. You need to leave this building and also never go outside again, because your head begins to pound with each thought that passes through.
You can still see the worry flare in Marcâs eyes when you accidentally grabbed the handle of a hot pan, the dutiful and tender way he held your hand under the tap for no less than fifteen minutesâ
You can still hear Stevenâs babbling when your new shoes rubbed your ankles red and raw while on a walk, distracting you from the pain the best he could until you got back homeâ
You are just so acutely aware of their loveâthat Marc and Steven would never dare hurt you. Itâs impossible to reconcile your memories of them with the picture thatâs being painted of Jake right now.
No. You canât believe it.
Youâre not even hearing their conversation anymore, your heartbeat is too loud. Breathing returns to you in a rushâyou never even realized you stoppedâand your vision swims with light-headedness.
None of it makes sense.
Itâit canâtâ
The mattress dips beside you, but you barely feel it. Someoneâs cupping your cheeks, grounding you back into the flat, your home, and you know these hands. You know this voice, soothing in your ear, even as you shut your eyes.
They say that theyâre sorry. They say that youâll be okay.
They call you princesa.
-
It feels strange walking around the flat, knowing that heâs welcome there now.
Jakeâs seen every nook and cranny through Marc and Steven, but to actually be able to explore the place himselfâheâs like a kid in a toy store. He canât help but run his fingers over everything. The spines on the bookshelves, the mismatched dishware in the cabinets. That velvet throw pillow, which you are so fond of playing with during moviesâyeah, he gets it.
Heâs not going to be talking to you for a while, though. After his rocky first meeting with Marc and Steven, which also coincides with the absolute worst possible first meeting with youâ
Itâs best to steer clear for a while.
Jake let the other two do the explaining. He watched silently as Marc told you about his pastâtold you about why he was discharged from the Marines and the scenes heâd wake up to after Jake had frontedâhands shaking as they held onto yours. He watched as Steven took over when it got to be too much, adding in the finer details and clarifications, steadier but no less genuine than Marc. Their arms were gentle as Steven held you in their lap, patient as you stumbled through how you felt.
âMarc seemed so mad at Jake.â You clutched at Stevenâs shirt, sniffling into his neck. âI didnât know what was happening, IâI was scared.â
No. Jake furiously shakes his head as if it would jostle the memory out of his brain. Just thinking about it threatens to unravel him, and he has to keep it together. Heâs on thin ice as is.
You had been the one to temper their emotionsâthe sight of you panicking on their bed grinding all other issues to a halt. The conversation couldnât continue until you were okay, and this time, Steven kept you in the loop.
Steven is wary. Steven needles him about what heâs been doing all this time, asks him what heâs going to do now with short little mhms. Steven is also the one to buy a new set of pens (because black is already used for non-individual specific events) and designates him as orange.
Marc doesnât trust Jake at all and admits it outright. Itâsâit stings more than he thought it would, but he understands. He always knew that Marc would take a while to come around, especially with you to considerâ
Jake doesnât know why he worries so much about your opinion. Protecting you is an extension of protecting the body, but he never used to care about what Marc or Steven had to say. He hates the caution in your voice when you talk about him and canât help but appreciate you trying anyways.
He pinches himself. Youâre not his to think about, period.
Acknowledging his existence also, sort of, comes with accepting it. Steven somehow finds the space for another dresser in their already cramped bedroom. Jake doesnât even have enough possessions in general to fill that thingânot counting all the weapons and ammo that Marc would definitely have their head for if he brought them into the flat.
Itâs an olive branch on both sides, though. Theyâre committing to having him around. Heâs committing to being around, instead of lurking in the background of their lives.
His clothes only fill up the first drawer butâitâs nice. Jake stares at the thing a lot more than a used, scratched-up piece of furniture probably warrants. He can barely admit it to himself but this, all of itâgoing outside during the day, eating a freshly-cooked meal, even just relaxing in bed without immediately trying to go to sleep in order to Protect the Bodyâit really is just nice.
(Since when did he describe anything as nice?)
Thenâyour keys turn in the door.
.
.
.
Jake hits the eject button so fast, Stevenâs probably going to get whiplash.
âNice reflexes,â he grumbles as you enter the flat. It was funny the first few dozen times. Now? That twatâs just being a coward.
âIâm home!â You call out as Steven rounds the corner to greet you, tote bag nearly bulging in your hand. He pecks your lips as he helps you out of your jacket, then hangs it up beside the three others on the rack. âThere was a little creatorsâ market in the parkâyou shouldâve seen it!â
âThink Iâm seeing it now,â he chuckles, moving to help you with your tote. You slink past him at the last second, grinning. âCome on, love, show us what you got!â
âTheyâre gifts! Just hang on.â You place the bag on the dining table and enraptured, he pulls up a stool. His head rests on his chin as he waits for you to unpack. âOkay, first, for Marcââ
You reach your hand inside and reveal a pair of black leather gloves. Not driving gloves like Jakeâsâthereâre far less embellishments all around. But theyâre warm and flexible, perfect for colder weather. Inside, the lining is made with a material so soft that when trying one on, Steven canât help but laugh a little in disbelief.
âTreading on my territory, pendejo?â
Marc snipes back, âLike you own a monopoly on leather gloves.â
Steven lets Marc pull to the front. An easy smile spreads on his face as he flexes his hand, testing his movement. âThanks, baby. I really like them.â
He takes your chin into his gloved hand to thank you properly, slotting his lips against yours with no shortage of appreciation. His grip is an anchor, holding you in place as he kisses you, deep and languid. Like you have all the time in the world despite the heat flickering across his skin. When Marc gets like this, itâs not long before you start squirming under him, and your hands paw at his neck for something more.
Thatâs his cue to finally pull away, smirking as he traces your bottom lip with his thumb. Whether itâs the leather or him or both, he can see the effect on you, the dazed look you give him when you bat your eyes open.
Let Jake try and beat that.
âOi! Share!â
Marc sighs. Drops his forehead to yours and reluctantly doesnât continue any further. âSteven wants his gift now.â
âOh,â you laugh a little, realizing the situation youâve put yourself in. âMaybe I shouldâve done Stevenâs first.â
Marc steals one more kiss before retreating again, and Steven is back, clearly eager for many different reasons now. After putting Marcâs new gloves to the side, you donât make him wait a second longer; you pull out a stunning new button-up, deep navy with a pattern of large teal palm leaves and hints of salmon accents all over.
All traces of joy disappear from Marcâs voice. âOh, my fucking God.â
âSheâs an enabler. I canât believe it.â
Steven gapes, amazed. âHow did youââ
âI had to go digging,â you admit, gesturing widely. âThere were so many racks, we need to go back! I only had my one bag!â
âThereâs no way people actually buy this stuff.â
âAhh, well, itâs not that badâ"
âAre you kidding me?â
Ignoring the fashion police in his head, Steven immediately switches shirts and tosses the old one somewhere behind him. Based on Marcâs grunt, he missed the couch, but also can hardly find himself to care.
He doesnât even bother doing up the buttons, because he knows where youâll put your hands when he descends upon your face. Kiss after kiss on your cheeks, forehead, and nose, and soon enough youâre giggling loudly into the air. Your hands are warm against his bare torso, pulling him closer even as their stubble tickles your skin.
âStevieâSteven! Thereâs one more!â
Heâs not letting you off that easily, though, and finally captures your lips with his. That does buy him a few more blissful seconds until you manage to push him away; breathing heavily, you point sternly in his directionâbehave.
Steven schools his expression into one of perfect obedience, teasing, but you barely even react. With one glance back down at the table, itâs like the tote bag sucked away your excitement, leaving shy uncertainty in its wake. Youâre biting your lip as you reach for the last gift, quiet.
Marc hums, trying to figure out whatâs wrong. Steven offers you an encouraging little smile and is about to say something when you produce the last gift in a rush, still not meeting their eyes.
Itâs a simple wool scarf, colour-blocked in soft browns and greys. He waits as you fiddle with it in your hands, trying to find the words.
âHe doesnât have a scarf,â you blurt out. When Steven doesnât respond immediately, you continue. âJake, I meanâI donât think he has one. I thought it would be nice.â
He follows your gaze to the coat rack near the door, filled with four sets of outerwear. It clearly doesnât fit all the jackets owned in the household, but his favourite is hung up next to Marcâs, which is hung up beside your overcoat and Jakeâs collared jacket. Various cold weather accessories are layered onto the hooks as well, multiple pairs of gloves, hatsâbut there are only three scarves.
Come to think of it, Steven hasnât seen Jake ever wear a scarf either. âYouâre right, love. Doesnât his neck get cold? I know our neck gets cold.â
The corners of your mouth tug up a little and he grins, triumphant. He tunes into his head, making sure he doesnât miss any of Jakeâs reaction, but nothing comes. Thatâs odd. It doesnât feel like heâs gone, more likeâholding his breath.
âThink heâll like it?â You tilt your head, though your true question is clear on your face.
The words canât come out of Jake fast enough. âIâm not here right now.â
âJesus, man.â
Steven huffs but covers for his alter; theyâll press him about it another time. âOnce he sees it, I donât think heâll ever take it off.â
The gloves and scarf are added to the coat rack, which is liable to falling over one of these days due to the heavy load itâs carrying. With no shortage of complaining from Marc, Steven picks up his discarded shirt and tosses it into the laundry basket. Itâs almost fullâhe makes a note to do a load later this week.
He must look ridiculous, parading around in an undone button-up, but you have nothing but fondness for him when he returns to cuddle with you on the couch. Youâve changed into Marcâs sweater and have to move no less than five decorative pillows in order to make enough space.
Marc makes a distressed noise when Steven throws one of them to the side. âItâs fineââ
It hits the standing lamp and you both freeze as you watch it teeter on its base, creaking ominously. After a moment, it steadies again.
âItâs only fine because of your weak throw.â
Steven splutters as he pulls you into his side. âWe have the same arm!â
They bicker about the mechanics of their body, whether muscle memory crosses over when they switch or not. Marc is squarely of the opinion: No. Steven reminds him of when he punched the Jackal, and the conversation continues to devolve. Jake refrains from getting involved but spurs them on regardless with a well-placed snicker here and there.
Itâs an aimless argument that has you burying your face in your hands because youâre laughing too hard; one of many that have taken place and one of many that have yet to occur.
In the morning, Marc will cook you breakfast and throw an eggshell into the bin from across the kitchen just to prove a point. Steven will go back to the market with you to buy armfuls of his favourite clothing and home goods, and heâll add one more to his bag for every snide comment Marc makes. And Jakeâ
Jake will take a little while longer until he feels ready to speak to you, but you see the scarf gather raindrops and the warm, woodsy smell of their aftershave as he wears it every time he goes outside. Always see it hung up neatly on the rack, on top of his jacket so it can properly dry.
And with all four of you settled in, their cluttered little flat in Londonâlong overflowing with books and clothes, your favourite comforts and some truly unique furnitureâfinally started to feel complete.
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Playing Dress Up
áŻáĄŁđŠ ft. Sunday, Aventurine, Dr Ratio, Blade
Heads up: Female!Reader, Possessive Behaviors, Very Self Indulgent
-; ŕŠâĄËł SUNDAY
Sunday seeks refinement in every aspect of his life, this does not fail to extend to how you'll dress yourself while tied to his prestige as well. Sifting and digging through uncountable articles on women's fashion, extensive research on sources to make his vision come to life â Sunday hadn't even put this much effort into drafting his own style. What beget this initiative is rooted in his innate desire to make your connection to him clear through means sans saying it outright, though he'd much rather present it as his attempt in searching for a style that is uniquely yours ; which he does wish for to a degree, not to fret.
Your clothing will be weaved from scratch with the finest threads, silk and satin will be cut, folded and stitched to perfection. Even the measurements of your clothing will be penned down by the man himself : skirts must be of moderate length, not too long or too short and necklines must be modest. Said attires will be painted in shades of white, blue and gold ; his colors in short. But anything under these graceful dresses will be sleek black, a secret that'll never meet the public eye. The motifs of his halo will be skillfully engraved on the canvas that is you ; woven on the dresses, tempered in jewelry to adorn your hair and ears and not even your shoes will be spared.
The principle Sunday follows throughout this charade is complexity through simplicity. While one might think you'd look much like an over-groomed poodle after this, the gentle elegance of the reality will surprise even you. That is because Sunday practices caution in areas that are easy to complicate, jewelry for example. He's partial to earrings, bracelets, brooches and hair ornaments â not necklaces as he prefers the unobstructed beauty of your decolletage. Even those few ornaments are not gaudy in design, selected exclusively to accompany than to steal the stage. But the stones, diamonds and pearls he orders to be embedded in them are far precious than they initially suggest. After all, you deserve nothing but the best.
Most of Sunday's struggle was concentrated in the makeup area, for which, he had before anything else, scheduled an appointment with a dermatologist. Only when he had a detailed report on what products would suit your skin and what would harm you did he place the orders. Sunday thinks this endeavor to be much like conducting an orchestra : not all will understand why the conductor standing on the podium spins and twirls the baton, but when the tunes from the instruments unite and bring the melodies to life, it all makes sense.
-; ŕŠâĄËł AVENTURINE
Aventurine has no patience for subtlety and employs bold tactics to get his message across. Should someone be naive enough to interrogate the man himself in his extravagant displays, he'll be unflinching in his reasoning as well. No amount of zeroes attached to the price tags or repeated cursory glances from passerbys will deter him in his shopping spree and should you complain about the mounting amount of bags â well, he has two perfectly functioning arms and adjacent shoulders sparkling in their vacancy, doesn't he? Your job is to just point out what catches your eyes, sweetheart.
The Stoneheart has discovered a sweet spot for matching since you entered his life ; which will materialize in earrings, bracelets, rings, hats, sunglasses, coats, chokers and the list goes on. Even though he gives you fair chances in choosing your attire, he'll not so discreetly sneak in pieces that'll reek of him. In occasions where this charade gets spectated by more than two pairs of eyes, Aventurine is less teasing and more edified in his intentions. Blue, pink and emerald coating fabrics that expose more than they cover will mock wanton eyes and they'll say loud and clear â this will never be yours.
Aventurine's favorite part has to be picking the perfumes for you. If you already have preferences, he'll scout the finest brand of that fragrance and make sure no other being in the expanding universe will be able to acquire it from then onwards. It just so happens that he also sees the importance of securing something that is uniquely you. If you're indecisive about perfumes, then even better! You can be doused in the fragrances he indulges in, keep no doubt that they'll be tasteful.
All this glamour might give the impression that Aventurine never allows you or himself to ever be stripped of the fanciful, glimmering and glittering layers oozing with the repute of uncountable credits. However, you were pleasantly surprised to find his lax attitude concerning your nightwear. You did not see any flickers of that ravenous flame concealed beneath enigmatic smiles even if you wore something bruised and tattered by time or, if you stole something from his wardrobe upon a random urge. Perhaps in moments overlooked by the light of distant stars, he treasures above all the sight of you in your most natural state, and wishes he could indulge in the same vulnerability as well.
-; ŕŠâĄËł DR RATIO
The prodigious Veritas Ratio loves watching you get dressed, although there's a scarce chance of him openly admitting to his shameless ogling. Ironically, his genius receives negative marks when he tries to search for a rational reason as to why he continues regardless of your teasing â which, just so happen to never have sufficient burn to deter him for good. There's an odd sense of peace in spectating you building your look, in the movements of various tools and scattered, dexterous hand gestures. To him, it's almost synonymous to sculpting ; shaping something unremarkable to a display of skill and artistry.
Ratio thinks studious scholars should never limit their perspectives, which is why he tries to broaden his agenda with new experiences constantly â or at least, that's the excuse he ultimately settles on. He's yet to tell you of this, but he's certain he's acquired quite the quantity of knowledge on makeup from his observations. He knows the difference between foundations and concealers, in which order the cosmetics are applied and has a decent understanding about shades and highlights. It's safe to say, you can rely on him on this matter should there ever arise such an occasion.
When it comes to clothing, Ratio appears to be quite indecisive, form fitting or loose, he has no issues. The area where he is particularly strict, is hygiene. Which means no missed baths, or any half-hearted showers. After he's found himself comfortable in your presence, he'll take personal initiative to make sure your baths are never boring. Fragrant body washes, essential oils, exquisite rose water, bath bombs, shampoos â he has it all covered. Another astounding discovery for the scholar was that he adores taking care of your hair, in particular. He always takes extra caution when washing it, buys smoother combs so that it might not get damaged and occasionally tries different hairstyles â though he's not very skilled at it. But learning has never been an effortless process to begin with, he's sure he'll be able to decorate your hair the way he desires properly one day.
-; ŕŠâĄËł BLADE
Blade seldom comments on your choice of attire, but it doesn't mean that he never thinks about it. He prefers to dismiss most of those bubbling thoughts, for what does a weapon understand of fashion senses and trends? What he does offer you instead are drawling stares tiptoeing before the line of glares. Insufficient time knowing the enigmatic Stellaron Hunter will prove your inefficiency in understanding his brooding gazes. Should you directly ask his opinion on a certain outfit, it'll not earn you more than a grunt or a hum. But coming from Blade, that would be considered a lot.
In truth, Blade finds himself bewildered before the feelings you stir within him through the most mundane actions. He was certain that wanton emotions, urges and his humanity were devoured by the curse. For centuries, he wandered without a definitive purpose, stewing in the rage and hatred bubbling from his fate. Above all, he did not think himself human. So when you, in all your bright and humane light dug through the battered cage of his ribs and made yourself its soul resident, tugging him closer closer closer towards that tunnel's end through seemingly meaningless antics â Blade was lost.
It made him afraid sometimes, for the unreachable end that he always clawed towards seemed to lose its appeal before you. When he realized one day that he liked lighter colors on you, that he enjoyed watching you practice a hairstyle for hours, that he loved how your lips shimmer after a swipe of lip gloss, that he'd not trade the matching tassels you gifted him on a whim for the universe â the appalling realization that living is just a tiny bit more bearable with you around crashed on his beliefs and destroyed him beyond repair. Which is why, for the longest time, he didn't know how to respond to any of your gestures ; far too occupied with processing whether its the talons of mara digging into his sanity or just plain pleasant emotions.
Blade is often irresolute when you ask for his opinion on your clothing, not because he has not the faintest idea of what is considered appealing but because, you just look good in everything in his eyes. There's a particular garment though, form fitting Qipao with cheeky side slits that had him run the first time you wore it. Only after Kafka's reassurance that no, it isn't his mara was he able to gather the courage to approach you again. In conclusion, be prepared for every possible outcome when you're dolling yourself up for Blade.
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let me love you
bangchan x f reader
words counted: 9927
warnings: alcohol use, public tension?, oral sex (f rec), fingering (f rec), unprotected sex (dont!!!), daddy kink (soft), praise kink, a bit of emotional manipulation?? softdom!chris - let me know if i forgot smthing plsss
genre: romance, angst n smut
summary: chris and you have been best friends for many years, slowly beginning to have feelings for each other but you two had never confessed it for fear of rejection, although you know how you both felt about each other. his birthday was almost there and you wanted it to buy a nice and original gift, so with all your savings, you ordered a silver necklace that you had completely designed.
author's note: hiiiiii!!! this is my first fic, hehe. constructive comments are accepted :P hope you like it !!! :3
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At this point in your life, it was no longer a secret that you and Chris liked each other.
You two had been best friends for years, each slowly developing feelings for the other and, although you never confessed it because of each other's fears and problems, everyone knew it, even you both.
Neither of you had ever said anything to the boys, but they themselves quickly realized when your looks and moments together went from being sweet and innocent to having deep meanings; those intimate and intense looks, the too long touches or the way you had to be close to each other in all situations, even unconsciously.
You yourselves began to realize each other's feelings due to the constant teasing of the boys, the way you missed each other or the deeply sincere conversations that you always shared about your life or emotions although you was never completely honest with him because of your own fears and issues; fears based on not being enough for him and lacking everything he was. He was an idol and you were just an ordinary person. The issues of the constant comparison with the people around him, always telling yourself that he needed someone like him, someone from his world so that he wouldn't lower himself. You loved him, deeply, that's why you pushed him away every time you could.
Therefore, being his best friend and keeping things platonical already seemed enough to you and your feelings.
It had been a few hours since Chris's birthday had started and you were with Changbin and Hyunjin, the three of you waiting for the bartender to finish preparing your fourth mojito of the night. For the occasion, and after having Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin at your house for two hours discussing what you were going to wear, you decide to be totally faithful to your style.
"I don't know why I listen to you, honestly. I feel out of place with what I'm wearing" you murmur while once again, letting out a sigh while you continue resting your back on the bar counter and take another quick look at the huge room that Chris had reserved for his birthday, which was completely full with famous people in their expensive clothes.
"You're always exaggerating, there are plenty of people more dressed down than you," Changbin says as he takes a sip of his drink, also looking around the room. Changbinâs dresses in a black suit and Hyunjin has a white suit on, with a few buttons of his white dress shirt unbuttoned.
Hyunjin nods with a small mischievous smile, "Oh, yes. Look at that one..." while discreetly pointing his head at a girl whoâs dressed in a red dress and yellow heels, he murmurs, then suppresses a giggle as he takes a quick sip of his drink, "She's the female version of the McDonald's clown." you nudge him gently, trying to suppress a laugh as you listen how Changbin can't contain himself and bursts into laughter along with Hyunjin.
Hyunjin's laugh begins to grow louder and he covers his mouth with his hand, almost choking on his drink as he watches the girl from afar. Changbin also laughs at Hyunjin laughing and pats his back, "S-stop it, bro. You're going to die from laughing." Hyunjin holds his chest before breathing a bit, "Oh God, I can't stand it. And she looks so happy in that dress."
You can't help but make a comment too, âMaybe she thought it was a costume party,â still suppressing a giggle and Changbin laughs again, this time, covering his mouth to avoid spitting out his drink.
Hyunjin nods and takes a big sip of his drink, trying to calm himself down, "The only thing that's missing is that she starts distributing hamburgers to everyone. That would be the cherry on top." he laughs after saying it and you two burst out laughing at Hyunjin's comment.
Changbin then pats Hyunjin's back again and lets out a sigh, "God, you're going to make me pee myself from laughing as hard as we are right now."
"I didn't know Chris had friends who cosplayed," you say again, unable to stop making comments while turning your back on the girl to start laughing.
Hyunjin and Changbin burst into laughter again, the tall one puts his drink down on the counter to keep himself from choking on it. When the two finally stop laughing, Hyunjin stands straight and leans against the bar counter again, taking a big sip of his drink before he speaks again, "At least we're not the only ones laughing, I saw Felix and Jeongin dying of laughter a few minutes ago."
Changbin chuckles and takes another sip of his drink, leaning casually against the bar counter as well, "I'd be concerned about Chris but he seems to be having the time of his life," he motions to glance over at Chris, who can be seen chatting and laughing with multiple people around the room.
You and Hyunjin follow Changbin's gaze, watching Chris seem to be enjoying himself. Your gaze stops to observe how he laughs, showing his dimples before you lower your gaze to his clothes, beginning to drool internally at seeing him once again in that black suit with a couple of buttons undone. But before you start to eat him with your eyes, the voice of the bar waiter tells you that your drink is ready, breaking you out of your trance and taking your gaze away from Chris to direct it to the waiter, thanking him before picking it up and carrying the straw to your lips to sip the mojito.
As you take a sip of your drink, you notice Hyunjin and Changbin sharing a knowing glance between the two of them before Hyunjin speaks once again, "So..." he begins, raising his eyebrow as he glances at you, "Have you given Chris his birthday gift yet?"
Changbin raises his eyebrows a bit and takes another sip of his drink, his eyes also on you as he silently listens to the conversation while Hyunjin waits for your response.
"No, not yet," you answer as you look at them a little excited, making both raise their eyebrows, then you gently bite your lower lip, leaving the drink on the countertop and looking back to where Chan is, "I wanted to give it to him earlier but it seems like he doesn't get tired of talking and talking and I don't want to cut him off." you look back at the boys to shrug, downplaying it, "I'll give it to him later." Hyunjin and Changbin's curiosity only grows more as they continue to look at you.
"You seem excited," Hyunjin teases with a smirk and Changbin nods as he smiles.
"Yeah, a little too excited.â he narrows his eyes, âWhat did you get him?"
âUhm... I asked a jeweler to make a necklace I had designed for Chris a reality.â you murmur a little shyly, feeling your cheeks take on a slight pink tone and then pick up your drink and take a small sip, âSo a personalized and... unique necklace in the world?â
Hyunjin and Changbin exchange a glance between themselves, both of them impressed at the amount of effort you put into Chris' present. In front of the intrigued looks of the boys, you decide to show them the gift before they start asking. You set the drink on the countertop and open your bag, pulling out a small black satin box, which you open to reveal its contents.
The necklace was made of silver with eight small stars, representing SKZ, on the sides and a cross similar to the Chrome Hearts' design in the middle but with the difference that in the middle of it, was a small black diamond.
You let Hyunjin's hands take the small box so the two of them could inspect the contents as they both stare down at the necklace, speechless and both impressed with how good the necklace looked.
"Damn, that's... beautiful. I didn't know you were putting so much effort into this."
Hyunjin nods in agreement, his eyebrows raised in curiosity, "Let me guess... was it expensive?"
âKinda.â
"God, I knew you were going to do that." Changbin says as he shakes his head, "Of course you were going to spend all your savings on him.â
You roll your eyes as you gently shake your head and Hyunjin hands you back the box, which returns to your bag before you close it, "It's the first time I've bought something expensive from Chris. I'm a bit uneasy in case he gets all 'I don't want you to spend money on me' mood."
Hyunjin and Changbin both agree with you at the same time, "He's definitely going to do that," they both say, and you can't do anything but snort a bit as Changbin continues speaking, "That idiot doesn't like people spending a lot of money on him but heâll put it on as soon as you give it to him," they both keep their eyes on you for a few more seconds before Changbin glances back at Chan and murmurs, âYouâre never going to ask each other out, are you?"
You feel heat start to burn in your face as you hear Changbin's words, a small smile settling on your lips. Even though you had never confessed anything and both of you continued to silently suffer, you were well aware that the two boys knew about it. And that makes you feel a little embarrassed, because honestly, you hated having to talk about it and having to repeat the same answer over and over again. You hated their speeches about your emotions and the attempts to 'make you open your eyes'.
Deep down inside you knew that your actions only caused immense pain to Chan, who wanted to shower you in all his love and make you see that you were more than enough for him, but your fears had always controlled your life.
âNever,â you murmur in response while shaking your head and they both sigh as you leave the glass empty and you call the bartender's attention, "A vodka with lemon, please."
After your second glass of vodka with lemon, your senses began to become blurred. You had continued talking to Changbin and Hyunjin but you didn't remember a single thing that had come out of their mouths, just the way you kept giggling as you continued ordering drinks.
At some point, Chris stopped talking to the group and approached you, laughing at your jokes and enjoying the company and due to your state, you couldnât help but begin to navigate towards the territory that you had forbidden yourself. The party was at its peak, with most people drinking and dancing while enjoying themselves, but you still hadn't given your gift to Chan.
Hyunjin was trying to explain a joke but between how he slurred his words and how he laughed while explaining it, no one understood him, you were just laughing at the scene. Changbin, who was the most sober of the group, watched the scene with a raised eyebrow while laughing until he saw how you and Chris were looking at each other while laughing and spoke when a comfortable silence fell among the group after the laughter, "Are you going to give him the gift or what?"
"Oh, yes, yes..." you murmur with your pinky cheeks due to alcohol. With slightly shaky hands, you open your bag for the second time that night, pulling out the small box and reaching your hand towards him so Chan could grab it.
"I hope you like it," you murmur excited and nervous, taking a quick look at his hands before focusing on his face.
His hand slowly reaches out, taking the box from your grasp as his eyes continue to stay focused on you, "You didn't have to-"
Changbin huffs from behind and interrupts his sentence, "Just open it, Chan."
He can feel your gaze staring at him which only causes his own body to become tense and his heart to palpitate a bit more than it already was and you chew on your lower lip nervously as your eyes watch him open the black box, his eyes almost widening a bit surprised as he processes the contents of said box.
"Holy shit..." he murmurs as he stares down at the silver necklace in complete awe, his eyes tracing every single little detail that was on the jewelry.
He delicately takes the necklace out of the box, almost handling it with the same care he would handle a newborn baby, examining it closely and you start to grow even more nervous. As he turns the necklace around, you feel even more anxious at the idea of him hating your gift and your breath gets stuck in your throat when he finally looks back at you with his doe eyes.
"You don't like it?" you speak quickly, making your words slur a little as you look at him totally embarrassed and take another step to take the necklace from his hands, "I-I can change it, you know? I can tell him th-"
"No, what? No" Chan's immediate response, quickly as yours, interrupts your thoughts and he tightens his grip on the necklace, not giving you the chance to take it from his grasp, âI do like it. I actually love it.â
Your body relaxes when you see how a small smile begins to widen on his mouth, perfectly showing his dimples as he once again stares down at the silver necklace in his grasp, making you let out a small sigh of relief. You know he's not lying when he says he loves it; his ears begin to turn crimson.
"I just..." he starts again as that smile he has on his face never falters, "I just wasnât expecting this... How much did it cost you?â
"It doesn't matter" your response is immediate, noticing how a small frown creases Chrisâ forehead as he begins to open his mouth again to probably start a monologue, but so before he can say anything, not wanting to hear him say the same thing over and over again, Hyunjin chimes in.
"Can I see it?" Hyunjin cuts him off before a word comes out of his mouth, leaning in to get a better view as he puts a hand on your shoulder, a silent and discreet way of saying 'I've got you' and Chan nodds. âDamn,â Hyunjin says, feigning surprise and looking at the small jewelry on Chan's grisp as if he hadn't seen it before, âI always knew you had a good taste. It looks cool.â
You smile a bit when you see him helping in the situation, but your attention then goes back to Chris, who continues to stare at the piece of jewelry in his hands with a frown on his mouth.
âIâŚ" Chan starts again as he tightens his hold on the necklace a bit, almost as if someone could take it from him, "I really do love it... But you shouldnât have-"
Again, Changbin steps between the interaction, âYeah, yeah. Canât people do anything without you lecturing them all the time, goddamnit?â his tone is a bit annoyed as he rolls his eyes at his friend, "She just wanted to pamper you for your birthday. Just accept the damn gift, Chris,â he lets out as he lightly slaps at the leader's shoulder and Chan lets out a sigh. You have to suppress a chuckle at the scene before you, knowing that Changbin was speaking for everyone with his words. Chris's grip relaxes on the jewel and his gaze returns to you, searching for words to appreciate the gift, he knows he should just be thankful but that feeling in his chest prevents him.
"Don't worry Chris, it's okay," you try to reassure with a small smile and your shoulder receives a squeeze from Hyunjin before he returns to his previous position, leaning on the bar. Chris raises his hand, his eyes flickering between it and your face, offering you the necklace as he asks, "Can you⌠can you help me put it on?" you nod.
Your heart fluttered in your chest at his request as you took a step closer to him, and Chanâs heart practically leaped into his throat. Your hands carefully take the necklace from him and with slightly shaky fingers, you place the necklace around Chrisâ neck; the cold metal of the necklace coming in contact with his skin and making him shiver slightly, making him hyper-aware of every movement, touch or breath. He canât help but lean into your touch just a little bit, relishing in the feeling of the proximity of you and your face.
You fastened it and made sure it was sitting properly before moving it around his neck, making the necklace clasp stay at the back of his neck. But even though you have just closed the clasp, you stay where you were while you lower your hands to your sides; not separating yourself even a centimeter from him and he doesnât dare to move or speak either.
Chris's cologne come directly in with every breath you took, along with that look in his eyes; that look that beggs you to let go for once and finally give in to your desires repressed for years made your mind go back to the fine line you have been avoiding all night when he returned to your side.
But as quickly as the moment came, as quickly it leaves when you hear Hyunjinâs whisper to Changbin, which has come out louder than he wanted.
You finally look away from his eyes, and Chris does the same, avoiding eye contact to try and hide how red his face and ears have become, causing an awkward silence to hang in the air. You turn to look at the guys, who look at you both with a clumsiness look in their eyes and Changbin glances at Hyunjin before grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the bar.
"I... I think weâre going to go find Han," Changbin quickly says, not wanting Hyunjin to disturb any longer between you and Chan and begins to move away from you, dragging the highest, "See you... later?" both you and Chris murmur a soft "yeah, see you later" as you watch the two boys leave, hearing a âgood job, dumbassâ from Changbin.
After the two boys leave, an uncomfortable silence fills the atmosphere around you and Chris. You can feel a lump in your chest, probably the alcohol mixed with your own emotions; your breath falters a small bit, and your heart pounds with a force you didnât know you could feel, you feel your skin burn with desire.
With your eyes focusing on the floor in front of you, you bite your lower lips, the taste of vodka on your tongue. You know that you shouldnât look up. You know that if you look up, you wonât be able to look away.
As if your head was on autopilot, you slowly lift your gaze, letting your eyes travel up to his face. The necklace was perfect on him, the silver contrasting perfectly with his skin and the black of his clothes. His eyes immediately turn to yours, as if he was already waiting, as if his focus had never left you. You feel your heartbeat get faster, your breathing labored as the alcohol running through your body makes everything more intense.
"Uhm... It looks good on you," is the first thing you think of saying to try to reduce the awkwardness. You try to look back at the necklace, at something other than his eyes, but you can't, feeling the alcohol take over every one of your senses, the sound of the people having fun in the background muffling, everything feeling distant, like if you were trapped in a bubble only the two of you can see. His own eyes are roaming all over your face too, the desire and hunger in them making your legs feel like jelly, as if he could take you right there.
"Yeah?â he murmurs in response, his voice slightly low, almost a soft caress that makes your senses go even crazier. He takes a small step towards you, invading your personal space without even caring, reducing the space between you almost completely, "You like how it looks on me?"
He is trying to be cheeky, and you can see it in his eyes. You bite your lower lip, your brain screaming to look away, to not get carried away by the intense gaze of the man in front of you. You know youâre a couple of seconds away from starting something, but you still donât look away from him, chewing your lower lip again and a lucid idea comes to your mind; it was as if he...
"You've been waiting for us to be alone."
âMaybe.â
"How drunk are you?," you ask carefully, knowing that you two are starting to not think rationally.
"Honestly? Pretty drunk" he confesses, his words coming out slightly slurred, but even then, you can clearly hear the desire in his voice, âYou?â
âSame. Enough to regret tomorrowâ
Both of you stare at each other, analyzing, feeling that same tension coursing through the air. You didnât need to say much, you didnât need to speak with words, each of you knows what the other is thinking, each of you are aware of the fine line of the situation and the alcohol is making everything more intense. The look in his eyes, the way he keeps staring at you without blinking an eye,his cologne flooding your senses in the best and worst way possible. Itâs all too much, and yet, it's still not enough.
"Chris, no- we're not thinking rationally," you mutter, slurring your words a little because of how quickly they come out of your mouth, "We're supposed to have a line, remember? And we're about to cross it-â
âThen push me away,â he almost dares you as he cutt you off, his hands slowly slide next to your arms as grabs the edge of the countertop, pinning you against the counter of the bar, âTell me you don't wanna and I swear I won't do it again.â
âIâŚâ you murmur under your breath, trying to think of anything to stop both of your brains from fading into the drunken lust.
âYou what? Youâre scared?â he asks rhetorically, raising an eyebrow and then letting out a quiet sigh, âDon't you realize that we can't continue like this? I like you, you like me. Why don't you let me love you?â
You both looked into each other's eyes with an intensity that revealed all the feelings that you did not let come to the surface and tried to bury. You look into his chocolate brown eyes as if youâre bewitched by them and the way his eyes seem to almost stare into your soul. The closeness creates as if the world around you were a simple blur that makes you feel even dizzier.
His mind is clouded with all the things he wants to say and do, but the words are stuck in his throat for the way you were looking at him, making him feel like heâs the only person in the world. Chan's eyes darts downwards to your lips for a brief moment before quickly flicking back up to your eyes and he swallows, his Adamâs apple bobbing slightly, when he found himself leaning just a millimeter closer to you, lips almost brushing yours.
âLet me love you, pleaseâŚâ he whispers in a low tone, making the words sound like a breathless prayer on his tongue.
You know it's wrong, you'll regret it the moment your mind becomes fully conscious again but your body simply can't keep up with the self-imposed prohibition nor even the same beg look in his eyes, so you just lock your lips with his.
With your soft, sweet permission as you close your eyes, Chan allows himself to move the hand he has on the edge of the countertop to place it on the side of your neck, cupping it and immediately closing his eyes at the contact.
The party, the people, the loud music, everything, disappear as a lost train that never returns. It feels like every nerve in your bodies is ignited as you both savor the taste of the other; every bit of non-talked emotions replaced by an overwhelming wave.
Chan kisses you with a sweet intensity as if heâs trying to make up for the years of suppressed feelings. He pulls you closer to him, his other hand finding your hip and resting on it as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gently requesting entrance between your lips, which you gave it to him with delight as your hands travel to his shoulders.
You open your mouth slightly and Chris doesnât waste a second entering it, causing your right hand to slide to the back of his head, grabbing his hair between your fingers as if your life depen on it. Chris lets a guttural sound escape his throat and buries his fingers hard into your hip, which you respond with a soft gasp.
His tongue explores your mouth eagerly, tasting and claiming every inch, leaving the two of you in a moment of undeniable connection and raw emotion and with a shudder; he gently pushes you against the countertop, tilting your head a bit to give him better access to your mouth, making you moan quietly in response.
Chris swallows the sound of your moan, feeling a wave of desire wash over him as he pushes you harder against it and his body against yours, pinning you between himself and the cold surface behind you.
He pulls back, both of you breathless, just enough to trail kisses down your jaw and throat, his nose pressing into the soft skin of your neck as he drank in the scent of you and taste of your skin, leaving hot kisses along your neck as he slowly makes his way to your lips, also leaving a quick there before separating his face from you.
Chris rests his forehead against yours as he, despite the desire coursing through him, canât help but admire the sight of you; eyes shining while looking at him, lips parted and in a reddish color.
His eyes linger over your messy figure for a few seconds, his tongue moistening his lips as if he could still taste you in them, as if you could still melt in his mouth, "Letâs get out of here.â
âBut your birthday party-â
âFuck it."
He took a step back, reluctantly releasing his grip on your hip, but his other hand grabbed yours, lacing his fingers through yours and started to lead you inside the club and towards the exit.
"And the boys?"
"Iâll text them later."
Not even your mind responded clearly anymore, so clouded by the taste of his mouth and the desire for his hands to run over your body that you couldn't articulate any denial.
Chris hailed a cab and in the blink of an eye, you two were at your apartment, your lips locking againg once he closed the door. Everything happened so quickly as you walked blindly to your room, leaving your pieces of clothes and shoes along the way.
You realize you were both only wearing underwear when your back hits the soft sheets of your bed and your head the pillows, with Chris on top of you.
Chan breaks the kiss briefly to trail his mouth around your throat for a few seconds, trying to contain the desire that was coursing through his entire being as he tastes your skin and hear your gasps in response, and he move his mouth down to your collarbone, leaving open-mouthed kisses over your chest and then going down to your stomach, his hot tongue leaving a hot stripe of saliva as he continues to go down until he reaches your hip bone, suddenly felt your fingers tugging the strands of his hair.
Chris stops immediately to raise his head a little, looking at you with doe eyes, captivated by the image in front of him. His hands travel from your hips to the edge of your panties, slowly lowering them as you raise your hips a little to help him and throwing them somewhere in the moonlit room.
He lets out a gasp as he looks at your exposed wet pussy, and you see his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows in an almost greedy way. His eyes seem as if he's admiring some kind of rare diamond, and even if you want to hide and feel self-conscious about your body, the look in his eyes makes you shiver, the intensity with which he looks at you makes you feel like the most beautiful girl to step on earth.
"Tell me how bad you want it" he whispers, almost in a daze, as his hands travel again to your thighs, feeling your skin like a delicate fabric, tracing patterns over your inner legs, to which you respond by lowering a bit his head until his nose and lips brush against your folds, âUse your words, princess.â his breath directly against your cunt causes a cold shiver to run down your spine, anticipating the pleasure and you let out a quiet gasp.
âPleaseâŚâ you whisper in a tremulous tone, feeling your cheeks burn with desire and perhaps a little bit of embarrassment for the intense look of the man in front of you and you bite your lower lip as he brushes his nose over your folds again, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch; your response to his pleas makes him feel a wave of satisfaction and heat in his stomach, âI-I want it so bad, please Chrisâ
"There we go" Chris praises you quietly, a satisfied smile on his lips, "You're doing such a good job for me, princess, I know you can do better." He gives your aching pussy a quick lick, making you whine, as if he was analyzing your reaction, and then wets his lips to speak again, "Tell me how you want me to touch you, I need to know, yeah?,â you eagerly nod and he slowly, gently pushes your legs a little more apart and he leans in a little more between them, his breath warming your core before he buries himself on your pussy.
Chris starts soft, even gentle; moving his tongue up and down and sucking your bundle of nerves with his gaze fixed on you and your reactions to know if youâre liking his work, but with every whimper or moan that comes out of your mouth, he increases the intensity, reaching to the point that heâs eating you as if it was his first meal in years. The obscene sounds his mouth makes while sucking your clit and the way you squirm under him fills your room, together with the light of the moon coming in through the slightly open window and shining a light on Chris, making his eyes shine, are the only things your head can focus on right now. Every nerve of your body is connected to his mouth and thereâs nothing more delicious, making you clench your fists in his soft hair.
âFuckfuck, Chris, Chris-â is all you can manage to murmur in a soft moan, not feeling yourself in control of your own words as his chocolate glossy gazeâs still fixed on you, âFingers, fingers please.â The sweet, impatient plea makes him feel proud; proud to have you moan and shiver like that, to have you writhing under him so nicely and a sound thatâs between a satisfied moan and a soft, low laugh comes from his mouth as soon the word âfingersâ leaves your mouth. Chris immediately obeys, âYeah, baby, I got youâ purrs against your wetness, leaving a wet kiss before pulling himself away as he takes his right hand from your right thigh and bringing his middle and ring fingers to your folds; rubbing them to catch your juices mixed with their saliva and bring them to your lips. Chris doesn't have to say anything for you to open your mouth and start sucking his fingers as if it was the most important mission of your life.
âSuch a good girl, mh?â he praises you again, watching intently with his pupils dilated the way you seem to enjoy savouring the mix, âI would never have guessed you were that nasty.â he teased, tilting his head slightly before slowly removing his fingers, now wet with your saliva, from your mouth and bringing them to you core. He moves them down your entrance, mocking you as you can feel how you clench around nothing and without any notice, slides them in a smooth motion, feeling how tight and warm you are.
Your eyebrows furrow at the sudden intrusion and you look at him with your mouth open, unable to say a word when he begins to move them inside you, curving them to easily hit your sweet spot, âDid I make you that excited?â he asks in a teasing tone while leans towards to place his lips on the crook of your neck, biting softly without looking away from you. A whiny âChris- fuck yesâ comes from your throat, one of your hands grips his wrist tightly; feeling in your grip how his muscles tense and relax as he moves his fingers and you close your eyes, still with your brows furrowed. "Keep⌠Saying my name, you sound⌠So pretty," he mutters between bites, his eyes fixed on your expressions as he picks up the speed of his fingers, "Will you keep being a good girl for daddy?â
Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. It echoes through your mind and you involuntarily cum around his fingers, making you both moan at the action at the same time that your fluids ran down Chris's wrist. Chris stops his work on your neck to raise his head and look at you carefully, a teasing smile on his face, "Did you just cum on my fingers because I called myself âdaddyâ?â his fingers lower the intensity, riding your orgasm and bringing you out breathless gasps.
Your eyes flutter, face completely flushed as you catch your breath from your sudden orgasm, not being able to articulate many words. When your eyes finally lock with his, his satisfied and teasing smile pronounces, âDonât look at me like that,â you murmur as he brings his wet fingers to his mouth for a quick taste before licking them clean with one of his eyebrows raised. âYou look cute,â Chris responds once he removes his fingers and slides his hand down your throat until he brings it to the side of your neck, cradling it while his mouth approaches your jaw to begin a route of kisses to your mouth, "But answer me."
âYeah, yeah, I did,â he continues his path of kisses up to your mouth, gently biting your lower lip, âI thought so⌠Does it make you feel good to have daddy taking care of you?â he asks in a sweet tone, completely contrary to the weight of the phrase, before leaving a small kiss on your lips. You canât help but purr softly a âYes⌠Daddy,â that makes him kiss you again, smiling against your lips. Chris sits on his knees between your legs, still with his face close to yours and he takes your wrist in his free hand, bringing it to his black design boxers, letting you feel his thick hard cock under them, âYou think your tight little pussy can handle me?,â you swallow, already imagining how it looks, but the moment he lets out your wrist and pulls his boxers down, leaning up straight for you to see him, your mouth and pussy wets again; a big red tip monster. You look at him with slightly widened eyes and he chuckles, âSmall packages have big surprises, babe.â
The view in front of you is magnificent, to say the least; broad shoulders, muscular arms with some veins popping, delicious and big pecs that make the necklace you gift him look simple, abs where his hard cock collides with and that teasing look as he bites his lip, capturing all your reactions. Your skin crawls while you entrance clenchs again around nothing and you unconsciously open your legs more, to which he responds by pulling down his boxers completely and throwing them away.
Chris looks at your dripping pussy for a few seconds, swallowing the lump in his throat, âLiking what you see, princess?â asks with an arrogant smile, âYou look delicious while mouth-watering yourselfâ. He leans over you again, slowly approaching the warmth of your body, lowering his head to press his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck and leaving a trail of small kisses until he reaches your ear. âLetâs see if daddy can make you mindless, shall we?â he whispers as his fingertips ghosts the skin of your thighs until he reaches your knees and grips them to lift your legs, placing them on his shoulders.
His grip loosens and his left hand lowers to his throbbing dick, pumping himself before lining himself up to your wet entrance as he rubbs his tip on your juices, "Tell me if it hurts, okay?" he whispers again against your ear, grabbing your waist and slowly pulling his hips towards you, entering his tip. He continues to bring his hips closer to yours until he fully enters and feels the way your walls receive him; squeezing him and in turn, soaking him. Both of you moan due to the new sensation and Chris lets his forehead rest on your shoulder, taking the opportunity to leave a love bite on the skin of your collarbone.
âYouâre so tight⌠Fuck,â he says through his teeth while he feels your body adjusting to him and he lifts his head from your shoulder to lock his gaze with yours. His hair is disheveled and his eyes are slightly glossy, making him look more beautiful than usual. Your hands wander up his arms, going up to his shoulders and digging softly your nails, âY-you can move,â you say in a plea and he didnât need further instructions to start moving his hips at a slow pace, although it didn't last long.
The sticky sounds and skin crashing filling your ears as his dick goes in and out of your pussy at a speed your mind couldn't handle. He leans back to take a better look of you, his ego boosting at the way youâre under him letting out loud sounds. The moonlight seep throught the window, bathing his toned body, making the sweat on his skin almost shine as you look at him as if he was a god to worship. His hair falls over his forehead and eyes, which are still staring deep into yours when you arch your back by the new position. âC-chris- daddy? Fuckfuckfuck,â you mutter under your breath while he brings his right hand to you, putting his index and middle finger in your mouth, âSuck. I know you like to play with your mouth,â he commands to let a guttural sound out of his throat when your warm tongue embraces them and you start sucking.
He hums in satisfaction before taking his fingers out of your mouth and running them over your skin to your neck, leaving a trail of drool that makes you gasp at the sensation. Chris leans towards you again, his lips brushing yours, as he grips on your neck thightly, âYour little pussy needed my cock that bad?â he groans breathlessy, almost sounding like a growl, picking up his pace and starting hitting your sweet spot directly, that's where you can swear he's eyeing at you like you're his prey.
His breath hits your face while he bites his lip and you try to let out a word but heâs feral while his tip bullies your sensitive spot, so only moans come out of your lips that are getting louder and louder. Your grip on his shoulders begins to shake as you dig your nails harder into him and he brings the hand on your waist to your lower stomach, gently pressing down and making sure you feel everything as you squirm more under him. âYou like that, mmh?â he groans again and you begin to feel how the overstimulation of sensations gathers in you, legs beginning to tremble, lips already open and walls that squeeze him with more force, youâre so close. Chris seems to feel it and picks up the pace again, bringing his face to the crook of your neck to start licking the hot sweaty skin, âDaddy, I- gonna c-â you try to say but he cuts you off with a soft âCum, yeah? Cum on daddyâs cock, baby, I know you can- Thatâs it, good job. Good job, princessâ he praises in a sweet tone as you reach the edge with the last loud moan, closing your eyes tightly and releasing your nails from his shoulders to let your arms fall to the mattress while gasping slightly.
Chris's grip on your neck loosens as he continues to crash on your body, quickly reaching his orgasm as well with a guttural moan. For a few seconds, everything else disappeared, and all that existed were you two and the feeling of the world exploding around you.
Then, slowly, reality began to creep back in, and with his tremblous touch he takes your legs off his shoulders to gently place them on the mattress before collapsing on top of you, burying further his face in your neck and wrapping his arms around you. The room was almost silent, save the soft noise of your breathings mixing together. It isnât until Chris speaks that you could notice the faint sound of the cars and the traffic from the streets outside the building.
âHave I been too hard?â he mutters against your skin, his voice a little winded as both of you try to get yours heartbeats back under control. Your hands move to the back of his head, slowly stroking his hair as your bodies sank in sweat and heat that slowly ceased to exist, âMh, no, everything was fine, Chrisâ, you assure with a tired smile, your own voice breathy and soft. He slowly moves from you just enough to raise his upper body and look at you, his chin gently resting on your chest as he does. Chanâs eyes run over your eyes, from your messy hair to your rosy cheeks and your shoulders where he can see the marks from his bites.
He moves one of his hands to push his hair back as his lips pull into a lazy smile before he separates himself from you, getting up from your bed to look for his boxers and put them on quickly, âDonât move, Iâm gonna clean you up⌠The towels are in the bathroom, right?â you nod while you watch him move in the dark towards the bathroom and return with a small towel in his hands. He picks up your panties from the floor before getting on the bed and start gently cleaning you, âYou treat me like a baby,â you murmur to him between giggles as he puts your underwear back on and throws away the towel, looking at you with a smile before lying down next to you and covering both with the sheets, âThatâs because I like babying youâ.
Chanâs now lying on one side, his head resting on one of his forearms and the other hand absently drawing patterns on your bare belly as you lie on your back, âIâm sleepyâ you complain as you move sligthy to lie on your side and face Chris. He moves closer to you, moving one arm under your neck to put you closer to him, pressing your chests while nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. His right arm envelops your waist tight as a small yawn leaves his lips and he lets out a sigh, âMmmh, I could get used to this,â he muses with a sleepy voice before leaving a small kiss on your head, and you feel how a wave of reality hits you, hard.
His words make your stomach stir, the realitzation of what has just happened between the two of you being too big to be real. You swallow with some difficulty and you close your eyes, suddenly too aware of his touch, his body around yours as he continues to run his hand affectionately up and down your back while your heart aches at his words; not because you didnât feel the same, but because he loved you and you were going to break his. You can't help but feel guilty after everything that has happened; yet you canât stop yourself from snuggling closer into his chest, as if hoping that by doing so you could bury it all to the back of your mind. Chan's hand moves to gently card through your hair, "You know I love you, right?" he mutters against your head, still in an almost sleepy tone, "I've been in love with you forever" he whispers as his lips nuzzle into the crown of your hair while his other arm hugs you tighter to his body, as if he also didn't want to let go.
You bite your lower lip hard and try to be as strong as possible so as not to start crying right there, in his arms, "I know... I've always been in love with you too." your voice is sincere, feelings transparent like a mountain river that has not yet been contaminated but still trembles a little. âGood... Because Iâm not planning to give you up,â Chris murmurs, and even if you canât see his face, you can feel the soft smile through the tone of his voice, still with his head burrowed on your hair. Itâs impossible not to feel guilty and undeserving when he cuddles you so affectionately and whispers so lovingly into your hair.
In a short time, you began to feel Chan's soft breathing in your hair, indicating that he had fallen asleep and had left you alone with your internal storm, likewise, it did not take you that long to follow him and fall asleep in his arms, with your body heat.
The faint ray of light coming through the window together with the snoring of the body by your side woke you up, feeling groggy and slightly cold. You opened your eyes, finding yourself glued to Chrisâ back, your nose burying in the back of his nape and your hand on his belly. He was like a little furnace that still irradiated heat while being sound asleep, and you could feel the muscles in his abdomen move when he breathed heavily; even under your hand. You carefully left his side, getting out of bed to open the closet and grab the first pajamas you found, feeling how your body gradually began to warm up in the cold morning.
You made your way to the bathroom to remove your completely ruined makeup and wash your face, noticing the marks on your neck and shoulders that had been completely ignored by you at night. You left there starting to feel disappointed again and totally guilty of yourself as you went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, your head felt like it was going to explode, your heart hurt like never before, and you couldn't walk very well. While the coffee maker fills your cup, with your head in your hands while your elbows are on the counter staring at the cup, you feel Chrisâ arms around your waist from behind, burrying his face in your neck, murmuring a groggy âGâmorning,â voice thick from sleep, to which you reply with a soft, "Morning".
His embrace around your waist is warm and comfortable, but you can't help but tense against him. In his still foggy mind, he doesn't seem to notice that something is wrong, "You smell nice," he mutters in your ear, before leaving a sleepy kiss on the crook of your neck, and that action only made you feel worse, as if the world was crushing you. Chan leaves another small kiss behind your ear before asking, "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, yes, everythingâs good, Chris, and you?" you say quickly, stopping the coffee maker to remove your cup and separate yourself from him. You sat on one of the chairs at the dining room table with your cup, completely ignoring the look of confusion that was beginning to form on his face, resting your elbows on the table again to put your head in your hands, "Make yourself a coffee if you want".
Chan walks over to the coffee machine and starts preparing himself a cup, but you can feel his gaze on you from time to time; even if you keep ignoring him. He then goes and sits across from you, in complete silence, his eyes studying the way you were avoiding his gaze to the point of not even looking at him, and then you can hear him take a deep breath before asking, âIs this the part where you tell me 'What happened yesterday shouldn't have happened and that it was a mistakeâ?â
Your heart clenches at how low and hurt his voice sounds, as if heâs already prepared for the worst, and it makes you feel more than terrible but unable to explain to him at the same time. You canât see his face, but youâre sure his eyes are beginning to look at you with that dejected expression and it makes it very hard for you to hold your own facade even a second longer, âI⌠I canât do this, Iâm sorry. I told you I would regret it in the morning, and I am. I've been doing it since after we went to bedâ.
The silence that follows your words feels like an eternal torture in which you canât help but think of what Chrisâ feeling, what he thinks of you. After a long minute, he finally speaks, and you can hear in his voice that he is holding back every emotion that runs through him to say something more, âYou know⌠You were the one that took the first step last night. If you told me you would regret it after it, why... Why did you do it?,â but before you can answer, he continues, a dissappointed tone in his voice, "I know you think youâre not enough for me⌠But this is going too far, donât you think? Iâve been chasing you for forever and when I finally get you, you do this to me? I- I just donât understand you!" your stomach twists hearing the way his words start to crack at the end as he speaks, the frustration he feels towards you seeping through every syllable.
Chan stands up in a rush, almost knocking over his chair in the process, running one of his hands through his hair as he walks with short quick steps around the kitchen while the other rests on his hip, âGod⌠I donât even know what I expected after I saw you avoiding me the first thing,â he mutters, and youâre sure it wasnât for you to hear, but you did anyway and it makes you feel like youâre shattering, and then he stops in front of you, âLook at me.â You know you have to face the consequences of your own actions, so you slowly raise your head, meeting his eyes for the first time since you woke up. His facial expression was a mixture of frustration and hopelessness, with a gaze youâve never seen in him before. He takes a few seconds to just look at you as if trying to get some answer to the dozens of questions circling in his mind right now, and then he speaks again, âWhy, after everything that happened last night⌠why are you pushing me away like this? Is it that hard to accept that I love you?â his question makes your heart drop to the pit of your stomach because itâs hard, excruciatingly hard to accept that the guy in front of you is hopelessly in love with you.
His words make you bite your lip to hold back a wave of tears as you finally let out a trembolous sigh, âI want to hear it from your own mouth. Why?â he murmurs with a stern but pained tone. Youâve never hated yourself as much as you do in this moment, seeing his beautiful eyes pleading for an answer, a reason, a damn explanation. It feels like a nightmare, like a cruel punishment, and the only thing you can do is keep staring at him silently as he continues, frustration growing in his voice, âYou were the one who initiated everything; the first to move, the first to open up and let me in, and now youâre pushing me back again because youâre insecure?-â âYou don't understand anything!â you cut him off, raising your voice and feeling a big ball form in your throat.
âYou don't know how much it hurts to constantly compare yourself with all the women next to you, knowing that each and every one of them is better than me in every aspect. I don't want you to be with me! Can it get into your head?â the words come out of your mouth so fast that you don't know if Chrisâ understanding you, âI already know that you don't love others, I know that you think that I am enough but can't you understand that I don't see myself like that? I already know it's my problem. That Iâm the problem but I can't help but think like that.â At this point youâre standing up, both of your coffees going cold as you look into each other's eyes, sharing a different pain but same intensity.
Chan stares at you with a mix of hurt and confusion, his heart breaking with every word that falls from your lips. He has seen your doubts and fears before, but he didn't think they ran this deep, "I⌠I donât understand why you would think this wayâŚ" he stutters, his voice quivering, "I've told you countless times how much you mean to me-". âItâs not about what you say, Chris. You can tell me Iâm the most important thing in the world every day and I would still believe that Iâm not!â you snap, your voice rising again as frustration, guilt and pain bubble over inside you, âI donât know how many times I have to say Iâm not good enough for you to get itâ you continue before looking away from him, âSo please⌠Leave.â
Chris falls silent at your words, a pang went through his chest like a dagger, the air in his lungs ceasing to exist and his entire being felt as if it was imploding. Your words echoed loudly in his mind and his eyes widening slightly, "What?" he mutters in an almost disbelieving tone. You avoid his gaze, your mind and heart in turmoil. You know youâre making a mistake, pushing him away like this, but yet, the crippling fear and doubt gnaws at your insides, âLeave,â you beg, in a pleading whisper, still refusing to look at him, âJust go.â
Chanâs completely and utterly stunned as realization sinks in. His eyes widen even more, and his entire body tenses as if hit by electricity. Youâve never seen this expression before, and it makes your heart sink into your stomach. For several seconds, he stays frozen in place, with a completely bewildered expression on his face, his mind trying to process your words, to believe what you just said. And then, softly, he whispers, âAre you seriously asking me to leave?â his voice is so low that itâs a contrast to the loud beat of your own heart. Your stomach twists painfully hearing his pained, disbelieving tone. You know youâre hurting him. That you just made the biggest mistake of your life. Still, you canât find it in yourself to take it all back and apologize, your fear and insecurity still making you believe that this is the best for him, best to keep him at a safe distance away from your mess. So, you keep looking away from him, fighting to keep your voice steady as you answer hoarsely, âYes, I want you to leave.â
Thereâs another second of complete silence. Even your own breaths sound too loud in the quiet of the kitchen, and you swear you can hear the sound of your own heart breaking along with his. Then, his voice, still low, said, "Why are you doing this to me?â his voice sounds broken as he steps closer to you, âIâve done everything I can to show you how I feel, to prove you wrong⌠and it's never enough, is it?" he stops right in front of you, but he doesn't try to touch you, just staring at the top of your head.
âIâm sorry, Chris, really.â
Chan keeps staring at you for several more seconds, the silence growing heavier with every moment passing. He closes his eyes and takes a deep, shuddering breath, and you can almost feel the turmoil of emotions in him; his heart bleeding with each passing beat, the pain of your words stabbing through him like a knife. After what feels like an eternity, he opens his eyes, and speaks again, his voice quivering, âWill you look at me?â you can hear the raw pain in his voice, the way itâs cracking, and it makes you want to run your fingers through his hair, hold him tight to your chest. But you donât do any of those things. You raise your gaze slowly, almost unwillingly, and almost regret it the moment you look into his face, seeing his beautiful face twisted with an expression of pure suffering, his eyes glittering with restrained tears that break your heart even more, and you almost have to bite your tongue to hold back the tears rising in your own eyes as you see the way heâs looking at you.
Heâs trying, with all his might, to keep it together. To hold back tears, to keep his own emotions inside him. But he canât. He canât stop the corners of his eyes from dampening, the way his bottom lip quivers, or the way his voice breaks when he speaks again,
âI love you. Please, donât forget it...â
You saw in his eyes how he hesitated whether to kiss you or simply hold your face with his hands but he didn't do any of that. He looked at you, giving you the best smile he could give you at that moment before leaving you alone in the kitchen.
You heard him getting dressed in your room but everything was like a distant noise and muffled by the way you began to cry silently.
The sound of the front door closing was the trigger for you to start sobbing, realizing that you were now totally alone.
In your apartment and in your life.
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You know, I think this ending would have been slightly less of a fucking disappointment if the heroes hadn't been so unfairly favored by Horikoshi compared to the villains. I mean, seriously
Deku destroys every bone in his body multiple times throughout the story and is warned that if he continues, he'll permanently lose the use of his limbs ? Everything's fine, his body's just got used to being reduced to a bloody pulp somehow so there's no consequences for him. In fact even when he literally loses his arms to Shigaraki, he gets them back two minutes later thanks to Eri because guess what ? Her horn still works even when cut off from her body. How convenient.
Gran Torino gets his ribcage obliterated by Shigaraki ? Don't worry guys, he'll survive that despite his old age and injuries, and this to have no particular role in the plot afterwards.
Bakugo dies heroically trying to buy time before Deku arrives ? Lmao, did you really believe it ?? No of course not, Edgeshot just uses his last-minute Deus Ex Machina to save his life at the cost of his own and- Oops nope he's fine too, my bad !
Hawks murders a criminal fleeing for his life in cold-blood ? The best Hori has to offer is him completely free and in charge of the HSPC.
And no, losing his quirk isn't a real consequence for him because not only it literally played a major part in saving the world with Vestige!Hawks raising an insurrection among AFO's quirks, but also because his quirk has always been the element through which people exploited him.
Endeavor abused his family for years and completely destroyed his eldest son ? No jail time and no media backlash for that, the only blame he received was due to the heroes' failure to stop the League during the Raid Arc.
And don't even get me started on this bs about facing hell or whatever for what he's done : He's literally free and wealthy ; he have Rei, Fuyumi, Shoto, his sidekicks and Hawks on his side ; and all the difficulties he's apparently going to suffer are off-screened.
Deku had to sacrifice OFA and his future hero career to save the world ? Guess what, Bakugo invested all his time and money to make him an Iron-Man suit and now he can still be a hero with everyone else.
There are plenty more examples of this but I think you get the idea. Now let's take a look at the villains' ending :
Toya is now a piece of charcoal kept artificially alive for the few years he has left, unable to move a finger, and whose few minutes a day during which he can stay awake will be spent talking to his father who abused him as a child.
Toga, a literal teenager, killed herself to save Ochako and because she knew it's still better than rotting at Tartarus her whole life.
And not only did she die but she did by bleding to death. Let me repeat for those who have trouble grasping what I've just said : In a manga where the heroes can survive having their heart blown to bits, being impaled Kakyoin-style or smashed against buildings like a fly on a windshield, one of the main antagonists died of a fucking hemorrhageâŚ
As for Shigaraki, after learning that his very birth and all the tragedies of his life have been orchestrated by AFO, after all this development and narrative promises about him being saved in the end... Deku just kills him.
Because despite all his speeches about saving him, it seems like the best he could do was beating him both physically and mentally until he crumbles to dustâŚ
Compress on his side is apparently locked up for life and kept alive by machines too.
A begging Kurogiri tried in a desperate attempt to save Shigaraki, only to be unceremoniously blown up by Bakugo and dying off-screen without anyone giving a shit, including Aizawa and Mic.
And Spinner will now spend the rest of his life struggling with the extra quirks inside him that affect his body and mind, while having to cope with the thought that his boyfriend best friend and companions have either died alone or are locked away for life in horrifying circumstances.
Clearly not the same as with the heroes...
Now don't get me wrong, even if they suffered just as much from the consequences of their actions or the plot as the League, this ending would still be a disaster in terms of writing but AT LEAST it wouldn't reek that much of hypocrisy.
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STELLIUMS IN SOLAR RETURN CHART tips and tricks on what to avoid and how to benefit from them!Ëâ§Ë°𥮠༠â・Ëâ§.
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STELLIUM IN THE FIRST HOUSE:
WHAT TO DO:
TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, get a nice haircut, get to know your approach to life more, get to know your direction in life and what may be the next step for you, itâll be a year of self discovery journey, and itâs the best year to work on your approach of life, you should focus more on your style, see what suits you and what doesnât, work on your self concept and build your confidence and also itâs the greatest time to find your passion!.
WHAT TO AVOID:
Becoming aggressive, moody or be hard on yourself, becoming critical/judgmental of others and yourself!, not taking care of yourself, shy away from spotlight donât hesitate to!, becoming way too self centered and thinking that people reactions are because something youâve done!.
STELLIUM IN THE SECOND HOUSE:
WHAT TO DO:
Buy new makeup, perfumes, work on your self worth, start investing money I donât care even if you have saturn on the 2nd house start a business and earn from it!, since itâs a saving year indicator, one where you look for more stability and comfort, take care of your finances and learn more about how money works!, learn to manage your money right and spend it wisely, become strict!, itâs really good time to start giving old things in order to welcome new ones, like old clothes or possessions, since you may have this urge to keep buying new things, and in order to keep balance learn to donate your stuff, good karma and do that especially if you have saturn!, start singing loudly too itâll be healing!.
WHAT TO AVOID:
Spend wisely so that you donât cry at the end of the year, donât waste the opportunity and reconsider you values, set firm boundaries and goals, also donât waste time and truly buy stuff you only need!, never put your emotional health and security second place, care more about your feelings!.
STELLIUM IN THE THIRD HOUSE:
WHAT TO DO:
Whenever you feel anxious journal, or go on a car ride even if you donât have a car, call a cab or go on a bus and put your headphones on, but itâs an amazing time to work on how you introduce yourself, or in other words practice how to talk your mind, communicate with people, and how to share your opinions properly!. itâs a great year to learn about the law of assumption, get closer to your siblings or your neighbors, you can buy a new cell phone, get lots of phone calls and even do lots of social activity or finish high school!, if you suck at maths that year is pretty good to learn the basics again and educate yourself on it, also go on short trips find new interests and start a social media account.
WHAT TO AVOID:
DO. NOT. OVERSHARE. learn how to shut up when needed and i know youâll have an urge to talk to no end but please shut up!, also donât indulge yourself into gossip itâll end up being so messy, try to stop overthinking and donât believe any rumor you hear!, also take care of your siblings!.
STELLIUM IN THE FOURTH HOUSE:
WHAT TO DO:
great time to go back to your roots, aka work on your family trauma or stuck issues with your family and heal from them!, you may start a new family, become a parent, settle down, buy a new apartment or move from your home, so to have a fresh itâs okay to forgive them!, heal your inner child and read more about such topics, focus on your emotional needs and understand yourself more, if youâre a fem then lean into it more, get closer to your mother, decorate your room, also itâs a great time to buy properties and invest or learn cooking and baking yummy yummy!.
WHAT TO AVOID:
getting into fights with your parents because theyâll get on your nerves alot!, so for your mental health pay them no mind!, donât keep your place messy.
STELLIUM IN THE FIFTH HOUSE:
WHAT TO DO:
EVERYTHING, i love love loveee this placement and not just for the romance nuh uh, as a woman who doesnât even date Iâve had the most fun on year i had 5th house placements, go to concerts, festivals and arcades, party and enjoy your life really, you wonât feel like you wasted your money on these things trust me, go to an art course, go to movie theater!, just go out and donât stay at home!, also enjoy your talents and get ready for the spotlight!.
WHAT TO AVOID:
hookups, unprotected sex since it might lead to sudden pregnancies, getting lost at new places, getting a bit over the head, be careful of becoming narcissistic or kinda full of yourself!, also choose your romance partner carefully donât rush into love, because youâll see the world in heart tainted sunglasses this year!.
STELLIUM IN THE SIXTH HOUSE:
WHAT TO DO:
Think about getting a glow up, itâs the best time for self improvement, plan a routine and follow it, even if you found it hard to build one before itâll feel easier this year to stick to it!, greatest time to start a series of new habits, work on your body and focus on your health, try building muscles, bulking, going to the gym or walking more, try to journal, read frequently and heal your skin, do some skin care, also get your body checked, get along with your coworkers and focus more on how to make the best out of your job!, routine will never fail you oh and maybe get a pet too!.
WHAT TO AVOID:
Avoid over stressing/overtiring yourself, ignore your health or hygiene, avoid going into fights with your coworkers, beware of becoming a people pleaser or give more than you take to others, beware of stray animals, donât go on a very strict diet especially if you have pluto on the 6th house!.
STELLIUM IN THE SEVENTH HOUSE:
WHAT TO DO:
start a business with others, or start your own business, go for that lawsuit, look for that long term partner or take the step for up leveling your current relationship. Incase of getting married enjoy the process of this new era!, itâs the best time to test your partner and see if theyâre worthy enough of you!, also enjoy the feeling of becoming extra attractive!.
WHAT TO AVOID:
Beware of getting into useless conflicts, donât be over concerned of others, beware of love affairs especially if youâre already dating someone, beware of getting scammed iâd say donât take the step of business partnership if you have uranus or neptune influence on the 7th house.
STELLIUM IN THE EIGHTH HOUSE:
WHAT TO DO:
Embrace new major transformations, get ready for change and allow it!, explore your sexuality more, invest, join the stock market (donât if you have neptune or uranus), learn spiritual practices because youâll get more spiritual, best times to learn astrology and tarot, keep secrets, learn more about psychology, do that plastic surgery youâve had in mind if needed only, also heal your trauma.
WHAT TO AVOID:
Go against the flow and get scared of the rebirth you need to go through, hate the constant change and how intense your emotions could be.
STELLIUM IN THE NINTH HOUSE:
WHAT TO DO:
Choose a different college major, adopt new beliefs and focus on your higher education, travel more, good time to visit your grandparents, try to stay with them more, learn a new language, learn about you religion and just literally learn anything!.
WHAT TO AVOID:
Going to a country without any background of their culture is!, see whatâs appropriate to do and whatâs not, ignore your university studies or just basically getting distracted!.
STELLIUM IN THE TENTH HOUSE:
WHAT TO DO:
Time to build your legacy, go all out!, also work on your reputation, time to build the public persona you dreamt of, set long term goals and know what you want to be in the next 5 years, fulfill your responsibilities and get ready for recognition!, also fix your problems with your father, get closer to your bosses, network!, build a professional name and really get serious about building your career!.
WHAT TO AVOID:
Doing things thatâs harmful or shady for your reputation, avoid suspicious things this year because everyone will have you on the tip of their tongue. Not taking your responsibilities and your work seriously, disrespecting your bosses, procrastinating, not being professional or efficient.
STELLIUM IN THE ELEVENTH HOUSE:
WHAT TO DO:
Networking for your career, become more social, meet new people, change your toxic friends circle, cut who you donât feel comfortable with!, go out more, learn about the law of assumption, manifest your desires, GET THAT BAG, start a new social media account or an online business and earn from it!, very high potential for success, watch new films, save to buy a new phone or laptop, know what you hope and wish for in the future to aim for it, make your debut in society and share your work and talents, go to parties, donate to some organizations and also join a club!.
WHAT TO AVOID:
Letting toxic people stay in your life this is the best time to cut them, donât know anything about politics or have any sense of social awareness, be shy and miss lots of opportunities, not knowing you boundaries when it comes to friends and relationships!.
STELLIUM IN THE TWELFTH HOUSE:
WHAT TO DO:
Heal, this is a rest era for you, take some time for yourself and heal, repay your karmic debts, focus more on your dreams and try interpreting them, see the messages they have for you, tame your subconscious mind for your own benefit, become more spiritual and seriously, take this time to explore your emotions more and your inner self, find your peace and find solitude in yourself!, best time to end toxic habits and relationships, basically anything you want to stop, listen to subliminals, affirmation tapes, cherish your privacy and stay private, reflect on the past and break free from whatâs holding you back, also sleep more and attempt a healthy sleeping schedule, oh and eat fish lmao.
WHAT TO AVOID:
Repeating old cycle, this is really an opportunity to change!, ignore your dreams, become isolated, become depressed because youâll trauma will surface so HEAL, ignore your subconscious mind needs and thought patterns, drink or consume alcohol, beware of addictions.
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Thinking about Bruce Wayne fucking the disobedience out of you
18+ nsfw, fem reader, spanking, rough sex
Knowing that Bruce Wayne was Batman was a luxury that few people had, and he reminded you of it daily. How itâs a risk for you to know, itâs a risk for him to be dating you in the first place. So the one thing he asks of you, is to listen to him. All he wants is for you to be safe, and he knows whatâs best for you.
So when youâre standing there in your stupidly attractive outfit, having followed BruceâŚno, followed Batman, into the warehouse heâd thought a rising drug gang was utilizing, he was pissed beyond belief.
Jaw clenched, visible at the cut-off of his cowl, he grabs your arm and pulls you over to some nearby wooden crates, throwing you over them so your ass is practically hanging out the short skirt.
âI told you. I told you never to follow me. And you didnât fucking listen.â He growls, the voice he usually saves for criminals he needs to scare a confession out of now being directed at you.
No matter how much you whimper that youâre sorry, clearly itâs falling on deaf ears as he pulls your skirt up and spanks you. Hard.
âMaybe thisâll teach you a lesson. A lesson to actually listen.â
He strikes again and again, hard ones too. Your ass feels bruised and aching, as your frame jolts with each spank. Clenching your thighs together offers you little relief, all thatâs left is to cling to the crate for dear life and hope to god some criminal doesnât wander in to see the bat spanking you like a naughty child.
The truth is, Bruce had found evidence that the gang had moved their base of operations, meaning this area was truly abandoned. But he figures you donât need to know that, maybe the fear and anxiety at being seen will further drive home the lesson heâs attempting to teach.
Just when youâre about to cry out that you canât take anymore, he rips your underwear off with sheer brute strength right before fiddling with the crotch of his suit. You donât dare turn to try and see what heâs doing, fearing more punishment.
But the feeling of his cock tapping against your ass tells you what is about to happen, as you arch your back wantonly.
âThis isnât a reward, do you hear me?â He grunts out, before sliding into you quickly, setting a rough pace without giving you time to adjust. You grip the crate tighter, eyes rolling back at the harsh rhythm.
Little moans and whines are fucked out of you with each thrust. All of them are music to Bruceâs ears, despite his annoyance at your behaviour. Still he keeps railing you like he hates you, forcing his cock so deep inside you swear you can feel it in your stomach. The heat rushes to your core, clenching around him.
âIâm gonna cum in this pussyâŚgonna take you home leaking and wanting.â He states, speeding up to clearly chase his release. âIf youâd have just been a good girl like I wanted, Iâd have ate you out when I got back. Iâd have made you gush around my tongue like I always do. But no. You had to pull a stunt like this.â
When he cums, he does so with an almost animalistic growl, marking you from the inside with his hot seed. You feel it fill you up, but you also feel the burning need that comes with not being able to orgasm. Whimpering as he pulls out, he picks you up bridal style before walking you to the batmobile and placing you in the passenger side. At least he didnât place you in the back, restrained where the criminals usually go.
As he drives back, you feel his release seep out of your used cunt, surely staining the seats. But you donât say anything, just trying to keep your thighs tightly pressed together. The whole time, it's silent, until he eventually cracks once he gets you home safe. Telling you how worried he was, how you're the best, purest thing in his life, how he needs to protect you no matter what.
And if he goes back on his word and makes you cum all over his thick callous fingers...well he just can't resist <3
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Based on ep 5Â
ALASTOR
ALASTOR
BARKK BARK AOOOGAAA
Love a caring, defensive, sadistic, cannibilistic daddy demon
Title: Acts of service
Themes: slight submissive y/n, protective, blood, demon form, fluff, relationship dynamic, implied married couple, human life mentioned
Alastor can take a lot of shitâŚbut even he has a breaking pointâŚ.
(hehehehehehe)
Charlieâs hotel was not making the progress she wanted and so one day she shocked everyone with four words;
âMy dad is comingâ
The hotel was in a state of frenzy.
Everyone seemed excited to meet the King of Hell.
For once everyone was on one page and getting the place in tip top shape.
You had finally calmed Charlie down from her nth breakdown and had started primping yourself for the big manâs visit.
âHonestly its about time Luci showed his bright ass around hereâ you said as you patted some blush on.
Alastor was standing in the corner of your bedroom; oozing darkness menacingly.
He had been rather quiet and for once not making a fuss.
You almost smirked, whether or not he admits it
He adored CharlieÂ
And HATED being bested in anything.
âYoure glowering dearâ you say as you finish applying your flawless makeup.
âI just dont see what all the hoopla is about. So what if the Morningstar is comingâŚits just charlieâs dadâ Alastor grumbled in a rant.
You giggled âYea but this is important to Charlie so no funny business misterâ
His big smile tightened and his eyes narrowed âno promisesâ
You and Charlie greeted Lucifer
âWelcome to the Hazbin Hotel!â
He damned near choked Charlie in a bear hug before turning to you
âLong time no see Sisâ you hummed and gave him a big squeeze, but not before hissing lowly in his ear âdo not fuck this up Luciâ
He swallowed and you grinned before walking to stand by Alastor.
You nudged him towards Lucifer and reluctantly he introduced himself.
âAlastor sir pleasure to put a face to the nameâ
Lucifer shot you a look before eyeing Alastor suspiciously
âUuuhh and you are?â
Alastor eye twitched âiâm the host of the hotelâŚyou might know me from my radio broadcast hmm?â
Lucifer shrugged ânope guess thats why Charlie named it the HAZbin hotelâ
You facepalmed and charlie was visibly getting nervous as you could literally see Alastorâs ego flare
âHA HA HA actually i came up with thatâ
âHa Ha Ha well it wasnt very clever!â
They were in each other faces now
Alastor growled âha ha HA fuck youâ
You interjected, getting between the two, mostly Alastor
 âBoys Boys reign it in PLEASEâ you threw a look at Alastor, who straightened his suit.
You sighed and turned your attention to CharlieÂ
âDear why dont you tell your dad the whole point of your hotelâ you gave a tense smile.
âY/n is right dad! Alastor here has been tremendous help with the hotelâŚi wouldnt have made it this far without himâ lucifer made a face.
You could see the wheels turning in Alastorâs head
He was up to no good.
âYeeeeessss we are all very proud of Charlie. I am honored to fulfill any wish this lovely young lady hasâÂ
He hugged Charlie and it took all of your willpower to not laugh at Luciferâs annoyed look.
You giggled as he completely ignored Alastor and in turn to the others.
Charlie introduced her girlfriend and you could literally see his shoulders ease.
âOH thank Hell youre a lesbian! Cool cool i totally approve of THIS!â
Lucifer went on to give luxurious suggestions to Charlie, which Alastor shot down.
You sighed lovingly at Alastorâs antics.
He might have been the big bad Radio Demon, but he really was a softie when he wanted to be.
Definitely would have made a great dadâŚ
You blushed at the thought.
Lucifer and Alastor were currently bickering with each other about who was the better father figure.
When suddenly the door flew open and a short, voluptuous, 1920 styled woman bursted in.
Your eyes widened âMimzy?â
She squealed and embraced you in a tight hug, you kissed each otherâs cheeks in greeting
âOoooh y/n darling how youâve been? Its been too longâ she asked.
You grinned and gave a shrug âooh it hasnt been that long has it?â
She greeted Alastor and gave you an astonished look âY/n darling you still with dollface here?â you felt everyone eyes shift to you and you felt your eye twitch a bit but said nothing.
She begged to have you chat with her but you told her youll catch up her later, as you were helping Charlie and Alastor with Lucifer.
Not many people knew what your relationship with Alastor, hell not many people knew about Alastor life in general.
And you kind of liked to keep it that way but Mimzy was a talker if you ever saw one.
But Mimzy was not was one to just show up just out of nowhereâŚ
She wanted something
You and Alaster were trailing behind Charlie as she explained the purpose of the hotel when Husker appeared to the two of you, addressing Alastor
âBoss a word with youâ you quirked a brow when Alastor kindly shooed you off to have his discussion. You walked a bit aways before morphing into the wall and listened in on their conversation
âWhat is it?â
âYou and I both know that Mimzy only pops her ass up when she needs somethin, that bitch is trouble and who knows what kind of shit she got into to come running to youâ
True.Â
âDont worry so much Husker, its nothing i cant handle, besides who in their right mind would cross me?âÂ
âI meanâŚyouve been gone a while and it aint like no one knows why-â
He was cut off
âAnd they dont need to knowâ that sharp smile was tight
Alastor patted Huskerâs head condescendingly; like a pet.
Husker shoved his hand away angrily.
âBig talk for someone whoâs also on a leashâ
You saw Alastor glitch, eyes turning to black and glowing dials
Uh oh.
âWhat did you say?â
Your eyes widened as contract chains shot out at Husker, wrapping around his neck
Alastor was menacingly toying with the chain as he growled
âIf you ever say that again i will tear your soul apart and broadcast your screams for every disrespectful wretch WHO DARES TO QUESTION ME!â
Husker was shaking like a leaf and you were stunned; Alastor rarely ever lost his composure.
When Alastor disappeared down the hall you morphed to Husker to ease his nerves
âOh Husker are you ok?â you asked as you tried soothed his nerves.
He shook it off (not really) and grumbled âfucking assholeâ
You headed back to the lobby with Husker when a loud BAM was heard.
What the fuck?
âMimizy you skank câmon out here!â
You see Mimzy hide behind the bar and raise a eyebrow.
You frown, going to heave her over the counter
âMimzy care to enlighten me about what the actual fuck is thatâÂ
She sweatdropped âi-i may or may not have borrowed some money from a loan sharkâ
Your frown deepened âhow. Much. money?â
âO-o fiftyâŚgrandâ
You hissed.
The hotel was shaking and was being heavily damaged
You pulled charlie out of the way as some debris fell from the ceiling and hissed at Lucifer âarent you gonna do something!?â
He was trying to make this a life lesson and now was NOT the time.
You growled and went to march right outside to give those goons a piece of your mind when a clawed hand settled on your shoulder.
âDont worry dear ill handle thisâ
âBut AlastorâŚâ
His smile turned wild âits about time i reminded everyone why i am hereâŚa reminder to not fuck with the Radio Demon!â
He transformed. Antlers out and black tentacles flaring.
You watch him grow big in size and rip the gangsters apart, eating a few.
You smiled wickedy, hells he was hot
After he had his fun he shrunk back to normal and you launched yourself at him
Lovingly you purred into his neck âyou ok now?â
He grinned, nuzzling you âi missed blowing off some steamâ
Mimzy approached the two of you and you frowned, opening your mouth to say something but Alastor beat you to it
âI think you should go Mimzy. Nowâ
She was shocked. Usually Alastor let her off the hook and it was you who normally told people off.
âY-you cant be seriousâŚâ
His eyes narrowed âI mean it. You brought danger to this place just for me to clean up your mess. I wont allow that hereâ
He was putting his foot down. You leaned into him, happy.
You flashed her a sharp grin âi agree Mimzy, you should goâ
She blinked âyou backing up your hubby over ya own friend? y/n!â
She hissed at Alastor âyou think i dont know you? You cant really give a shit about this placeâ
You crossed your arms, giving her a pointed look, hissing as you felt your eyes glow in anger âleave Mimzy. While iâm the one being niceâ
She huffed and turned to leave, but not before flipping you both off.
You relaxed and turned to Alastor, who was looking smug.
Tugging on his bowtie you craned his neck to your level, purring
 âBedroom now dearâ
His ears perked and his smile grew wider âfeeling big emotions doll?â
âOoh you have no ideaâ
With a flick of your hand the hotel was restored and you were whisking the lanky red demon upstairs to blow off some steam of your own
âŚ.
extra:
"what y/n and Alastor are married?!"
charlie blinked "yea i thought you guys knew that"
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
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Your future spouse : Who? Where? When?
Group 1 - Van Gogh
Letters : E M D E R U O E P W T Y
Words/signs/names : deputy, Rudy, Emery, Roy, power, true, Morty, drum, poetry, proud, meet, WED, route, pure, Tower, remedy, dom, prom, word, rude, drop, rope, dye, eye, TUE, wet, pet, pouty, muted, dope, prude
Recommended songs : Fly me to the moon Frank Sinatra, Sweater weather The Neighborhood, Snooze AGUSTD, MIA Bad Bunny ft Drake
WHO? - White Numen / Ask body / Magnesite : get your mind right.
Oh this person is powerful and stubborn AF. The bull and the panther may be spirit animals of this person. If not, they like these animals or their personality matches those. In terms of astrological placements, we have Taurus and Aquarius, as well as Earth signs in general (Taurus Virgo Capricorn). They are a boss ass B. They are masculine. Like reaaaallyyyy masculine. They have BIG DADDY energy. Jupiter might be very well aspected in their chart or the sign in which Jupiter is in their chart matches well with the energy of Jupiter. That would be Sagittarius, Pisces and Cancer. This person is a creator and a good manifestor. They think a lot. They are cerebral. They may strugg with overthinking but their mind reminds their best asset. They are the epitome of brains are sexy. This person would know everything from ancient languages and art skills to the newest knowledge in technology and medicine. They can do anything and everything they set their mind to. In terms of their looks, they are definitely tall. They would tower over you and lift you up like you were a feather. They are strong in all aspects. Their torso is bigger than the lower part of their body. They have broad shoulders, big hands, big forehead and nose, prominent jawline, regardless of their gender. Maybe for the women identifying people the bum and chest would be bigger than other features of their body. And for the men identifying people, the pectorals would be juicy. With the ask body card, this tells me this person works out a lot. They are also very spiritual. They give off a lone wolf energy when really this person has a lot of love to give they just know what they want and they have strong boundaries. So they would never let themselves be walked over or let in people who would bring more BS than anything. This person would keep you on your toes for sure. I feel like they would have a bold fashion style. Something that stands out from current trends or that is unusual for people who are like them. For instance, letâs say this person is quite old, maybe youâd expect them to wear suits and fancy watches. But instead this person has a very casual look or dresses like the younger people. They could be your boss or at least someone who has a higher status than yours. It wouldnât surprise me if they already had kids. They are well established.
WHEN? - Page of pentacles / Higher perspective / Bismuth : rewrite your code with rainbows.
In terms of timing, the page of pentacles represents several months. Now if we look at the meaning of the page of pentacles, it talks about education. The page is a learner, a student in matters of material aspects. Combined with the Higher perspective card, this definitely gives me the feeling of going back to college. Or getting a training in something very specific. Potentially something involving spirituality. Like taking reiki courses or tarot reading lessons. So I feel this person is a teacher or a mentor to you. With the Bismuth card, I feel like this person will be opening doors for you. And that could be litteral because the door of my room opened out of nowhere as I was trying to get more information from the card. Higher perspective is related to Ether. This means to me that you will meet at a point in your life when you wish to evolve, to embody a better version of yourself and seek to gain knowledge or power.
WHERE? - King of cups / The Explorer / Malachite : claim your success.
We already had kind of a hint with the previous section. And I feel like itâs further confirmed by these cards, especially the Malachite card. Now if we talk about geographical indicators, water seems to be relevant. Also on the Explorer card thereâs a compass. So it tells me that where you meet them, there is either a plan or something related to navigation or orientation. Also when looking at this card I heard "you already know where to find them". So it gives me the strong feeling that many of you already know this person and already met them. Itâs just that you didnât consider them your FS. Also the malachite card mentions the workspace. So you could work together. Or youâre doing the same job and you go to them for advice. Also the king of cups card depicts a man sitting on a thrown spilling water in an ocean of sharks. So this also tells me thereâs a lot of competition where you meet. And itâs like this person is trying to educate or heal the sharks somehow.
Group 2 - Monet
Disclaimer : I kept confusing you with group 1 and there were cards of group 1 that kept wanting to come into your reading so you might want to check group 1 as well. I think there are two people that have the potential of being your future spouse.
Letters : L I S G E S T M S I E K
Words / signs / names : Selim, time, lies, mess, Tess, seek, kisses, misses, meets, lists, sees, skies, ski, Mike, miles, gems, glee, mist, melt, GSM, kit, leek, miel (French for honey), TMI, MIT, Stiles, geek
Recommended songs : Easy Camilla Cabello, Life goes on AGUSTD , Hall of fame Stray Kids
WHO? - Ace of pentacles / The Seeker / Aragonite : find your center.
Earth signs are being shown here. On the ace of pentacles card there are 8 hands reaching for the pentacle. So your person is wanted by many. They feel younger than you. They are possibly a student or a young active. With the Seeker card I feel like this person hasnât found their true calling yet. They feel lost and out of balance. Maybe they got a job that doesnât make them happy or their studies arenât as fulfilling as they thought. They are super shy and reserved. They may appear as cold when they are just a softy. They have trust issues. They feel really cute to be honest. But also they are lonely. Itâs like they keep searching for the one, when they have so many prospects. I feel like they have a lot of high standards and they know that other people donât match the vibe theyâre going for. I feel like this person only has eyes for you but you donât see them. Again, this group knows their FS already. In terms of physical traits, I feel like this person has good hands. But their body might look out of shape a little. Theyâre more on the chubby side. They look comforting. Like the type of person that would give the best hugs. Their gaze is really soft. Like a puppy. They feel pretty needy tbh. But not the suffocating type of needy. They just want to be loved and crave for connection. Someone that will share their interests and values. Who will match their crazy and feel safe in their presence. I feel like this person has faced a lot of rejection in the past and they kinda are stuck with this idea that no one wants them. They are an introvert. They like to isolate and be in their bubble. I feel like people have an idea of them that is completely false. Like maybe they think this person is a flirt and parties all night when in truth theyâre a couch potato and a gym rat. They only go out of truly needed and they would rather be alone than surrounded by tons of people they barely know. This person wants a family of their own so bad. Like a big family with the white dog and pretty little house. Theyâre a hopeless romantic and an idealist.
WHEN? - 2 of pentacles / Reclaim / Scolecite : dive into your dreams.
On the 2nd of a month, two months from now. It feels like you may be going back and forth with this person before fully knowing them or being close to them. Thereâs a chase and run type of energy to this connection. Youâll meet them when you or they are reclaiming your/their power and changing something in your life. So moving houses, changing jobs or getting back to studying. When you start chasing your dreams. Also you could meet them in your dreams before meeting them in person. During any earth sign season.
WHERE? - Queen of pentacles / Power / Amethyst : get drunk on your highest self.
In a places of power or worship such as Cathedrals and Churches, Mosques, temples, town halls, or in a place of education. Also monuments came to mind. Like the Eiffel Tower, the leaning tower of Pisa. There were many stars on the Queen of pentaclesâs dress so Europe came to mind. The US and the UK as well. Other places include : Siberia, the Far East, Brazil, Uruguay, Sri Lanka, South Africa, Mexico, Australia, South Korea, India, Austria, Germany, Italy, Canada.
Group 3 - Hokusai
Letters : C Q T E C S L I G A L I
Words/signs/names : Ali, Alice, Alicia, Cecilia, Scilla, Giles, Gael, Gaelic, sigil, sea, sail, Lisa, aigle (French for eagle), Elisa, Elias, Cali, cast, list, tails, IQ, Tesla, sage, Isac, Lila, lilac, cis, alt, ciel (French for sky), call, site, Lise, teal, lace, acts, sell
Recommended songs : Mon amour GEMINI , 3:00 AM Finding hope , Dark on me Starset
WHO? - 6 of pentacles / The Revolutionary / Honey calcite : break through your limits.
First of all, your person might have a white dog. Second of all, they have tanned skin. Thirdly, they could work in law enforcement or they are studying at Law school. They could be doing humanitarian work. They are balanced and grounded. Both in their attitude as well as their personality. They know when to give and when to take, when to talk and when to listen, when to act and when to observe. With the revolutionary card, this tells me that they are pretty determined and ambitious. This person likes to stand for greater causes. So youâd bet that they advocate for children and women rights, for the LGBTQIA+ community, for the respect of nature and animals as well as the end of wars. The signs of Taurus, Aries, Sagittarius and Leo are significant. This person is very sweet. Almost to the point where sometimes they put others needs before their own. Especially if itâs about being fair and giving retribution for wrongs caused by previous generations. This person feels like they have a debt they need to pay. Also they might have suffered abuse in the past so they want to have retribution for them but also for the people who were wronged like they were. In terms of physical traits, their body is harmonious. So for female presenting individuals, they would have kind of an hour glass body type. Same for male presenting individuals. This person feels gender fluid. They are a minimalist. They like to keep things simple when it comes to the way they look. Honestly if they could be naked on a daily basis they would be. Theyâre in touch with nature. Animals love them. They have a very comforting aura. This person really is as sweet as honey. They could be a creator, a designer, a public speaker. They like to use their voice and their status to raise awareness about things they care about and value. They could be a teacher as well or someone that works with kids.
WHEN ? Page of swords / Paradox / Hematite : align with your wholeness.
When stars align. When you finally let your guards down. When you align with your calling, your soul mission. During any air sign season. Within a few weeks from now. When youâre on your period. When you let go of your old beliefs on love or when you move on from a past love, an unrequited love or a crush that would never have evolved into anything more than friendship. When your spiritual beliefs change drastically (i.e. you decide to convert to a new faith, you no longer believe in God, you choose to follow a spiritual path).
WHERE? - Queen of swords / Get wild / Emerald : point your heart toward grace.
In terms of countries, we have : Colombia, Brazil, Zambia, Zimbabwe, USA, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Russia, Australia. Now, in terms of where you could meet, I'm not getting much from these cards. It's like your FS wants to play hide and seek. They're not really comfortable sharing where they are. The only thing I'm picking up on is somewhere where the law is involved. So it could be an administration, a police station, law school, a lawyer's office, a prison. With the get wild card, the only hint I can get is that it can get intense. I asked for a card to clarify the Queen of swords and I got the 9 of pentacles. So law and money are involved. So maybe a bank or an insurance company. Or somewhere businesses and entrepreneurs go to get advice on how to invest their money or know if something they intend to do is legal or not.
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