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[the-star-collective]

⋆₊★ The Star Collective ★₊⋆

Hello! We're The Star Collective, a newly discovered system!

We suspect that it's DID, but that can be confirmed by a professional once we have the courage to go see one.

We're bodily 20

We collectively use they/them pronouns.

Our pronouns.cc

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Alter Tags

Nex (host) - 🍄🌙

Valentina (host) - 💗

Lex - 💋

Astra - ⭐️

Seven - 🖇

Basil - 🌿

Danny - 🧿

Cassie - ☁

(We'll add alters and their tags as they post or you can find it on our pronouns.cc page)

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pls DNI (pro)endos

[nkogneatho]

size kink is so fucking hot.

"too big for you, right?", "c'mon doll you can take it.", "you came? but i just put my tip in baby." "shh i am here princess, hold onto me.", "attagirl, you're taking it like a champ.", "look at you, fucking yourself on a cock that was too big for you.", "cum on it baby. fhuuck. you're squeezing me."

[natsboygirlfriend]

oh they fucking

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ɴᴏᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ… ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀ!ᴍᴀᴛᴛ x ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇᴄʀᴜꜱʜ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦!𝘢𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘭𝘺

officeworker!matt. rolled-up sleeves. sarcastic but never mean. leans against doorways. disappears when work gets busy. sticky note doodles. drinks too much black coffee. side-eyes meetings. deadpan humor. sales team. falls asleep at his desk. arms crossed, watching. effortlessly charming. pretends he doesn’t care. prankster. remembers little details. loves the office cat. takes the long way back from lunch. catches officecrush!reader's eyes from across the room. competitive when he wants to be.

officecrush!reader. artsy. receptionist. purple and pink. stuck. doesn't take care of her curls. stray cat lover. mixed berry yoghurt. awkward. people pleasing. printer whisperer. pink pen in her pocket. messy sketchbook in her bag. hates being late. doodles during meetings. awkward waves. daisies. too nice to say no. always on the party committee. keeps a diary. sentimental but quiet about it. trinket collector. wonders if this is it. lingers in doorways. overthinks emails. steals glances at officeworker!matt.

@bernardsbendystraws thank u for dividers!

a/n: new au! the trailer for tour was so office vibes i had to!! i tried to find if someone else has done this alr... but i couldnt find anything??? lmk if someone has done this before pls <3

no taglist yet! but im tagging some mutuals <3

pls comment if u would like to be added to a taglist!!

mutuals - @snoopychris @bernardsbendystraws @blushsturns @sturnslutz @sturns-mermaid @throatgoat4u @sturnshood @sturnsrecord @trevorsgodmother @cowboylikenat @jellychs @loverboysturn @sturnberries @applecidersturniolo @stxrsniolo @mattsstarlet

till next time!! and pls send me asks abt these two as well as my other aus !!

💌

[eunandonly]

BOYNEXTDOOR PLAYING THE PEPERO GAME WITH YOU

playing the pepero game with boynextdoor, with an unexpected twist

( 対 ) boynextdoor + fem. reader 982WC · fluff, crack contains! skinship, kissing, unestablished relationship / archive

은 : hi guys!! i'm finally back with my bonedo debut >< i struggled sm with a writer's block but here it is! i hope you guys enjoy ~

myung jaehyun

jaehyun bites into the pepero stick, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as he stares at you in challenge. the grin on his face never wavers as he places his hands on your waist, watching your face get redder by the second as the stick gets shorter. your flustered expression and wide eyes has jaehyun's heartbeat increasing.

you're just so cute.

before you know it, jaehyun's face is mere inches away from yours, noses almost touching. you attempt to pull back, distance yourself from him and pretend like nothing happened. but his hands on your waist only tightens as he leans in, closing the distance before your lips meet.

his lips are soft against yours, and you let out a noise of surprise that has jaehyun smiling. he snaps the remaining pepero stick in half before finally pulling away, leaving you hiding your face behind your hands in embarrassment.

"don't hide that pretty face behind your hands."

park sungho

"let's just get this over with," sungho mutters. you note how he can't seem to be able to meet your eyes as he leans forward to take the other end of the pepero stick between his teeth.

even when you place a playful hand on his arm, his gaze stays rooted to the ground. he starts biting to the center, trying to ignore the warmth of your hand on him, the way his heart rate picks up. he pretends he doesn't see the smile on your lips, even though it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

when your faces are barely inches apart, sungho's movements slow, and his breathing grows uneven. his eyes meet yours briefly before he looks away quickly.

sungho freezes when your lips meet, his entire body going rigid at the contact. he tries his best to ignore the way you stare at him with your gorgeous eyes, but gosh, you're just so pretty.

lee sanghyuk

riwoo fidgets nervously with the chocolate pepero stick, glancing at your with wide eyes.

"this is so awkward," he says, biting the stick hesistantly. you giggle at his expression before leaning in and he follows, letting you bite the other end of the cracker even though his movements are slow and uncertain.

almost subconsciously, riwoo's hand moves to gently tilt your head to the side as the distance between you two shortens. riwoo's eyes dart between your face and the pepero stick, his cheeks flushed.

"uh, maybe we should stop-" he starts, but it's too late.

your lips meet as the last bit of the pepero disappears, a kiss that lingers a second too long to be 'just a game' before both of you jerk back, faces pink. riwoo looks anywhere but your face as he mutters something under his breath about never again and knew this was a bad idea.

han dongmin

taesan stares at you with a grin on his face that tells you he's up to absolutely no good as you nibble on a strawberry pepero stick. suddenly, he leans in, catching the other end of the cracker you're eating between his teeth. there's a smirk on his face as he watches you look up at him with wide eyes and flustered expression before he places his hands on the side of your face to tilt your head upwards.

as the pepero stick gets shorter, taesan's grin only widens and your cheeks only get warmer. the man has the audacity to wink at you when your faces are inches away, making your heart race. when your faces are inches away from each other, his lips brush against yours before meeting in a soft kiss that has your face burning before taesan pulls away with an amused chuckle.

you glare at him, trying your best to pretend the kiss didn't bother you whatsoever.

"you enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"I think that was pretty clear, y/n."

kim donghyun

"do we have to?" leehan asks quietly as his friends egg him on, already blushing as he picks up the pepero stick. he reluctantly takes a bite, his gaze fixed on the floor.

you lean in, and he follows hesitantly. his breath gets shakier each bite, and so does yours. when your eyes meet, you can't help but admire how pretty leehan's eyes are before you both look away.

the distance between you two disappears and leehan's gaze flickers back to yours, cheeks flushing a deeper red. you don't miss the way his gaze drops to your lips for a beat before quickly returning to the tiny piece of pepero stick.

when there's nothing left but a tiny piece of the cracker, the inevitable happens, your lips meeting in a soft, fleeting kiss that has your heartbeat quickening.

leehan immediately pulls back, his hand flying to his mouth as his eyes widen in shock. "sorry- i didn't mean to-" he stammers, but he's quickly shut up by you when you kiss him again on the lips. a real kiss, not just an accidental one from a party kiss.

leehan feels like he's going to melt.

kim woonhak

woonhak grabs the pepero stick with an over the top grin. "ok, this is going to be legendary," he says, biting into the snack dramatically. you take the other end, laughing at his antics as he leans in confidently.

he makes it a show, wiggling his eyes and making exaggerated faces to throw you off that has you giggling.

"don't fall for me, y/n," he jokes, even though it's his grin that falters as the stick gets shorter.

when there's nothing left but a tiny piece, you and woonhak's lips touch for a split second before woonhak pulls back with wide eyes and nervous laughter.

"ok, wait, that was not supposed to happen," he says, trying to play it cool.

"woonhak, shut the hell up and kiss me again for real this time."

[bootycallin]

I see your reader who needs their clit played w, I raise you....Vi x reader who needs penetration to cum? And Vi just playing w her clit, edging her, and it feels good obviously but she just need need needs to be filled up to cum and Vi is so condescending about it and just won't give her what she wants okay I'm rambling but think ab it

UGHHH this lowkey sucks but i wanted to write it. cw: wlw. female reader with strict female anatomy. pet names (cupcake, baby, etc.). clit play obvs. dacryphilia if you squint a lil. a littttle degradation? idk. kinda fluffy at the end. not proofread.

this is torture.

one mention of it. one single mention of it to her and she’s on you. she’s making it her life’s mission—not one thing is going inside you. not her tongue, strap, fingers- whatever.

she wants you to feel what it’s like.

“vii…!” she could listen to you cry and whine for ages, really. she’s humming against your clit, and only your clit. she’s not tried to move down once. it’s frustrating—worse when your clit’s so fucking sensitive you’re bucking up into her, back away, all the way back to her eager tongue.

“mhh… what, cupcake?” she knows damn well what. you’re almost in tears, poor girl. but she wants to hear it from you. she needs to hear it from you.

“f-fuck—vi, too much…!”

how do you explain it’s not? it’s not too much, but it’s so little at the same time. every little touch of hers on your clit feels like electric shocks, poor spent bud twitching under the wet muscle. and yet it felt so good. but not enough, and god, you just wanted to fucking cum. by now you could’ve let it all go, but nooo.

because vi is as stubborn as a goddamn mule. and she’s gonna do whatever she sets her mind to. and right now, that’s making you cum through your clit.

“so wet,” she briefly nips at your clit, grinning at the way you squeal and arch your back at the shock that runs up and down your spine.

“pretty fucking baby.” she says, and you don’t have to look at her to know she’s got a shit-eating (well, pussy-eating) grin on her face. her attack is only briefly stopped, as she replaces her tongue with her fingers, pulling the hood of your clit back and running sharp little circles right on the nub. her movements are quick, and she only needs one finger to make you fucking scream.

“shiiit!-“ you’re sure you sound stupid, but you can’t help yourself. your legs try to close out of instinct, but vi is right there to force your legs open, tutting.

“no, no. keep those legs open,” does she really think you’re listening?

“fuck, fuck, viiii…!” you whine, throwing your head back. fuck, so cute. vi can’t help but think, watching your thighs twitch, toes curling into the sheets, pretty back arching. her fingers are working on automatic, even as she lifts from between your thighs and kisses up the valley of your breasts.

“ah-!”

her hand is firm holding open your thighs, fingers still working on your wet, sensitive nub. she kisses up your tits, trailing up, up, up. a kiss to the underside, to your pretty areola, right on top of your nipple, a sharp gasp catching in your throat. she’s hungry, giving open mouthed kisses to your perky nipples, biting, working her tongue the same way she did when you were making out.

your brain’s as messy as your pussy. wet, plain dirty noises sounding, along with your echoing moans and whines and whimpers that turn her own brain into mush. she could cum untouched just listening to you moan and cry like this. there’s a particular little gush of wetness on her fingers that tells her she’s on the right track, the way your noises get somehow needier and louder. you’re close, she can tell. she’s growling as she slobbers on your chest, tits still in her mouth as she makes an effort to look at you and give both tits the same attention as she gives your dripping cunt.

“vi, vi, vi, vi—�� fucking broken record. “fuuuck…!”

it’s something you’ve never felt before. you’re squirming, almost like you’re trying to run from her. you can’t close your legs to find some respite—so you’re left to bend your thighs and kick your feet slightly as if that would help anything.

“mmh, close?” she groans, finally letting your tits go and lifting her head, staring right down at you. you didnt notice how flushed her face was, coated in a slightest sheen of sweat. this was fucking hot for her too. her pussy’s aching like fucking crazy, but she’s not focused on that.

“baby’s gonna cum, yeah?” you could only reply with a dumb whine as her fingers press harder on your clit. she’s a blabber mouth, she can’t help it—“yeah. pretty baby’s gonna cum, hmm? like it when i play with your clit? isn’t it so good? see, don’t even gotta fill this slutty cunt up to make you cum.”

you can’t formulate phrases. you can just barely process her chuckle as you whine and cry, blubbering senselessly, you can just barely process as she fucking slaps your clit—and you burst. a flash of white over your vision, your back arching instinctively, body tensing.

the noises are fucking delicious for her. fingers working quickly on your clit even as you cum, watching as your pussy grows impossibly wetter with sticky cum, your voice raspy by now with how you scream.

she only has some mercy when you genuinely start to cry, figuring your clit’s too sensitive—and you can’t even breathe right, so she definitely got to her goal.

that doesn’t happen without her slapping your clit one last time, though, grinning almost cruelly at how you nearly sob.

her hand meets your cheek, gently rubbing her thumb over your skin and coaxing you to open your eyes. she kisses your tears away. lips just barely brushing over your wet lashes.

“that hurt,” you whined slightly, and she chuckled softly.

“yeah. sorry. overstimulated you a little.” and that’s because she had mercy. if she didn’t, you would be sobbing by now.

“but did it feel good?”

“yeah…”

…

“think you can handle another one?”

“no!”

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 © bootycallin on tumblr. do not copy, translate or cross post without permission. ᛝ

[filthweb]

Oooo, what about fucking married geto!?

He knows he shouldn't be doing this, his wife doesn't deserve this, she's not actually a bad wife, she's just kinda boring ya know? But you are so young and flexible, both physically and morally, and so fun, you do whatever freaky shit he asks and you do it with a smile.

hmmmm...marrier cult leader!geto??? yeah i believe he'd be into freaky shit but his wife is just plain boring for him, as a person she is sweetest. he only married her to gain an asset that he can use later.

then he met you, a curse user who doesn't know how to control her full potential yet, so he takes you under his wing. it's only after a few weeks he realized how obedient you are, and so easy to manipulate. and you expect him not to take advantage of it? impossible.

you, an innocent sweet young girl, are letting him go raw in you for the first time. hell he hasn't even put it in without a condom with his wife yet. but something about exploitating your pussy is such a fucking turn on. he asks if you're on birth control but you're too fucked out to process and answer anything. you just nod. perfect. he is planning to turn you into his personal cumdump.

the next time you meet his wife, you're unable to make eye contact with her. not like you regret it—you'll continue because you love it—but because she is always so sweet to you that you wonder if she never knew what her husband is like.

a few weeks later, you come crying to suguru. at moments like this, he'd fuck your sadness away but when he realized the pink stick your hand, his world was shaken.

[mariistic]

SAVE A HORSE (RIDE A COWGIRL)

cowgirl!shauna shipman × martinez!reader

synopsis: In a town ruled by reputation, temptation is a dangerous thing. A reckless farmhand, the mayor’s daughter, and a desire that refuses to stay hidden—some lines aren’t meant to be crossed. But Shauna Shipman was never one for the rules.

warnings: ambigous gay sex, strap usage, slight dirty talk, she's so hot I need her, heacannons, sort of a forbidden love trope.

🪓 : your father throws a welcome-home party at the town saloon, and that’s where you first see Shauna. She’s leaning against the bar, whiskey in hand, her hat tilted just enough to let you see her smirk.

"Didn’t think the mayor’s daughter would be back."

🪓 : She’s got a reputation—reckless, quick-tempered, with more than a few conquests under her belt—but there’s something about her that makes your breath hitch.

🪓 : you try to ignore her. You fail.

🪓 : Shauna makes it her mission to get under your skin, teasing you about being too proper for a place like Wiskayok.

🪓 : She finds any excuse to be around you—offering you riding lessons, tipping her hat whenever she sees you in town, flashing you that damn grin that makes your stomach flip every time you see it.

🪓 : You tell yourself you’re not interested, but you catch yourself watching her at the stables, her sleeves rolled up, muscles flexing as she works amongst the horses, sweat dripping down her bare sunkissed skin.

🪓 : One night, after yet another town festival, she catches you alone outside. “You keep starin’, sweetheart,” she murmurs, “Makes me think you want somethin’.” Before you can stop yourself, you kiss her.

🪓 : It’s slow at first—secret glances, lingering touches, stolen moments behind buildings where no one can see.

🪓 : But Shauna isn’t one for restraint, and neither are you.

(NSFW under the cut !!)

You sneak out late at night to meet her—riding behind her on her horse, holding onto her tighter than necessary.

She takes you to the abandoned barn on the edge of town, where no one will find you. There, in the dim light, she kisses you like she’ll never get enough.

“You sure you want this?” she murmurs, fingers tracing the curve of your spine. And you do. More than anything.

Shauna is rough, unrelenting, yet impossibly gentle in the way she takes you apart. The barn is warm, the scent of hay and leather filling your senses as she presses you against the wooden walls.

Her strap stretches you open slowly, agonizingly, as her hands grip your hips, keeping you exactly where she wants you. “Look at you,” she mutters, voice husky, “Mayor’s daughter, takin’ my cock so fuckin' good.”

You whimper, clinging to her, overwhelmed by the way she fills you, the way she moves—deliberate, teasing, until you’re begging her for more. Her fingers etched across your hips, bruising them the harder she grips.

Shauna only laughs, pressing her lips to your ear as she thrusts deeper. “Didn’t think you’d be this needy, sweetheart.”

She doesn’t stop until you’re trembling beneath her, wrecked and breathless, her name the only thing on your lips.

When she finally pulls away, she grins, tilting your chin up so you meet her gaze.

“Hope you know I ain’t lettin’ you go now.”

[bitelaces]

.. 🍏‿‿🌸 ◌⃘࣪࣪ ᶓི࿐ ✿ ˚　⡴ ♫

[https-dandelion]

one of my playlists / letter from last summer by charlie burg / please stay by lucy dacus / high school in jakarta by niki (x2) / on earth we're briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong / facebook friends by niki / nonbeliever by lucy dacus / his car isn't yours by wendy / autumn by niki / please stay by lucy dacus / in my head by maisie peters / oceans & engines by niki / before by niki / in my head by maisie peters

[yuansie]

ocean memories : made to be a reflection of what each needs,

synopsis. despite the years that have aged you, shaped you into the woman that you are now, the fire in the basin always calms the storm in your mind. you may have changed, but that never will... nor will he. in some aspects, that is.

pairing. rafayel x fem! non mc! reader

warnings. time skip (they're adults now OOPS), talks about mental health but not specified (implied that reader stresses and overworks... a lot), rafayel ooc but not really bc he's a goofy king in here. if there's anything i missed, please let me know!

genres. fluff, a little bit of angst (?)

rating. sfw

w/c. 1.8k

a/n. HELLOOOOOO this is a little later than usual but whateva !! i would like to say that 1. this is not proof read (when will i ever proof read this...) and 2. next chapter the angst will be here FR heh. ANYWAYS ENJOYYYY (i hope)

THE FIRE IN THE BASIN BURNS BRIGHTLY, a sight that always eases the tension in your shoulders. one look at it washes your worries away. you can hear him every time you look at it, the playful tone in his voice telling you that you’re doing a good job, and it fills your entire being with a warmth that comforts you. it’s kind of endearing: the way you always hear his voice, a soft and elegant drawl, in your head whenever your chest seems to tighten, inky thoughts that weigh down in your mind swirling like a disastrous whirlpool that wants to shred you apart before mercilessly dragging you to the depths of the ocean. his voice will ring like a lullaby, shining the sun and dispersing the storm that brews in your head. rafayel washes the anchors weighing down in your chest and your mind away with his own warm storm, and you will always be thankful to him.

maybe he is attuned to your feelings, or maybe it is your mind that plays these tricks on you before you fall victim to its own abyss. in any matter, the truth remains as it is: rafayel is your rock, your haven.

you’re sure that the other lemurians think and feel the same as you.

“miss priestess!” you slowly rip your gaze from the fire and turn, finding a little girl no older than six standing in front of you, pointing at your head. “your coral cir… cir…” the girl flushes in embarrassment, quickly looking away as she mumbles, “cir… circle? no…”

you kneel down, a small smile on your lips as you grab her shaking hands. she looks at you with tear-filled eyes. “is there something wrong with my circlet?” you say the last word slowly, watching as the little girl sheepishly nods her head.

“it is crooked, miss priestess,” she whispers.

letting go, you reach for the coral circlet—made by the hands of the one you serve—that rests around your head, tilting it to one side. the girl giggles, shaking her head. “you have made it more crooked, miss priestess!”

you grin and guide her hands to your head, “can you fix it for me, please?”

with a nod, the little girl adjusts it carefully, beaming when she’s done. “perfect!”

“thank you so much, little one.”

the bells of the temple chime loudly; you get up and grab the little girl’s hand, guiding her to the entrance of the temple. “will you come back tomorrow?” you ask, peering down at her.

she looks up at you with big eyes, “how did you know?”

her response makes you laugh, “i am the god of tides’ priestess. i must know my people.”

the little girl, in awe, says, “i wish to be a priestess to our god, miss priestess.”

“then i will pray for him to see you.”

she brightens, hugging you quickly before running off, twisting back to wave at you. “thank you, miss priestess!” she rounds a corner and disappears into the road that leads back to the city.

the doors of the temple slowly swing shut, the thud echoing loudly in the now empty temple.

“miss priestess sounds endearing… the girl has been seen, but she will not be my priestess. i only need one.”

you tilt your head back, an unamused expression plastered on your face. “what are you doing down here?”

rafayel emerges from behind a pillar and walks closer to you, his two-toned eyes trained on the slight frown on your lips. with his pointer fingers, he gently lifts the corners—you end up smiling. “why must i force a smile on the lips of my priestess?” he pouts, “you should be smiling at me easily.”

“am i not smiling right now?”

the male doesn’t say anything, his lips void of the pout once there, his teasing and playful demeanor gone and replaced by a quiet seriousness. he swipes the pad of his thumb across your cheek before moving to the skin under your eye, his eyes narrowing. “you are tired,” he grumbles, “you work too much.”

“it is my duty to work like this,” you close your eyes and lean into the palm of his hand, “i am your priestess, rafayel.”

he hums, “that is so… but why do you worry more?” his thumb and pointer finger pinch your nose. “i can practically feel when you start to think too much.”

your eyes fly open as you yelp, swatting his hand away. “you—rafayel!”

“what is it that worries you to the point of looking so dreary?”

your shoulders slump. “i thought… i did not think it would be noticeable.”

rafayel scoffs, leaning away from you. “of course i would notice,” he says, “who do you take me for?”

“apologies,” you mumble, leaning forwards to close the space between the two of you again. you melt against him, your head tucked away in the crook of his neck. “it is just…”

“just…?”

you exhale slowly, “there should have been word delivered to me by now.”

“is that what this is about?” he laughs, pushing you away enough for him to flick your forehead. “the deep sea will send something when it is time. you should not worry about this as it is not within your control.”

“i have never gone this long without word from the deep sea,” you say, pressing your palm against the sore spot on your forehead, lips pursed. “it has been more than eight moons since i last heard from it, and it is only a matter of time before the people notice. especially when the last prophecy is about the ceremony—”

“tell them we are in times of prosperity,” rafayel says, “that is the truth, is it not?”

“yes, but—”

“then problem solved!” he grins.

he grins so brightly that whatever it is you wanted to say dies at the tip of your tongue; you stop and stare at him as if you are in a trance, dangerously drawn to him in a way that should not be allowed.

like a moth is to a flame.

“we should go to the surface.”

you slowly blink. “what?”

“let us go to the surface,” he says, reaching down to grab your hands. he intertwines your fingers, and your heart beats a little faster in your chest. “you have not gone to the surface with me in a long time.”

“it cannot have been that long—”

rafayel raises an eyebrow, “it has been twelve moons since you last went with me to the surface.” at your silence, he continues, tightening his grip on your hands the slightest bit, “come with me to the surface,” he lowers his voice to a whisper, as if it is meant to be secret between the two of you, “please.”

he brightens at how your features soften, a smile breaking out on your lips. “who am i to say no to you, my dearest friend?”

“you would be a fool to deny me,” rafayel laughs, deep blue and sunset red eyes glimmering, little specks of molten gold from the fire in the basin swimming in them. “and you are no fool.”

the two of you are like teenagers making your way up to the surface after the city has fallen asleep, giggling and pushing and hushing each other. it is nothing like the first time he went to the surface with you; this time is so different.

“you know,” rafayel glances at you once you both emerge from the water, “this is amusing.”

“how so?”

“because,” he pauses, his fingers brushing against your skin to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, “now i drag you along to the surface.” rafayel takes one last look at you and yells, “let us see what new treasures we will find on the sand!”

the way he jumps back into the water, his tail slapping against the surface of the ocean and splashing you with its water, is a silent invitation.

race him, beat him to the island, ask something from him if you win.

you laugh loudly, following him to the beach of the island. given his head start, by the time your tail turns into feet and touch the sand that meets the salty waters, rafayel is proudly standing in front of you, lips curved into a pretty smile, extending a hand out for you to take. your eyes land on his head and you snicker, a hand flying up to your mouth as your shoulders shake. he hoists you up, eyebrows furrowed as he does so.

“why do you laugh?”

you clear your throat, and point at his head. “you have a piece of seaweed on your hair, raf.”

his jaw drops, “i have what in my hair?”

“seaweed!” you cough, trying so hard not to laugh, and point at your head. “it is stuck right here.”

rafayel crosses his arms and looks up at the night sky, quickly glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “take it off for me.”

“what?” you grimace, “i will not do that for you. you are a grown man.” despite the reluctance in your voice, you still reach out towards his purple locks that stick to his head, the color darker than usual.

“you are my priestess,” rafayel looks at you directly, observing your slow movements. “and i am your god. is it not your job to listen to my every word?”

“before you are a god,” you mumble, carefully picking the seaweed from his hair, “you are rafayel, my friend. is that not what you told me long ago?” you throw the green object away, watching it fall onto the sand with a soft thud before looking at rafayel. you can see the little beauty marks on his face, the one on the bottom of his nose and by the corner of his eye. you can see his eyelashes, darker than usual, flutter as he blinks and peers at you with a sort of curiosity in his bicolored irises. the red at the bottom is more of a pink hue, a mix of the pink from a coral he had gifted you once and the red from his flames or the fire that burns in the basin back in the temple.

“you are correct,” he finally says, taking a step away from you. the immediate cold you feel makes you shiver. rafayel sits down on the sand, his legs outstretched, and pats the space next to him. you take your place next to him, resting your head on you shoulder, silently watching the sea in front of you with him. “…i won the race.”

“you did, yes,” you say, “is there something you wish for?”

he breathes in deeply, “i wish for you to not keep your worries to yourself anymore. tell me instead of keeping it inside.”

you hope he doesn’t hear the loud thumping of your heart in your chest. “okay.”

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[nkogneatho]

"baby, i swear i did not mean it. it just happened," toji chased after you.

"what do you mean it just happened toji? you could've stopped it at any point of time. yet you kept going for more and more. is that how much she means to you?" saying you were hurt was an understatement. you were broken. heart shattered into a billion pieces. how could he do this to you? to your relationship? is that how little you meant to him? "answer me, you asshole." your cried to him, failing at your attempt to yell. but toji knew the more he talks, the more you'll debate with him. well. you had the right to. he fucked up big time.

"wish i could go back in time and stop it. i swear. i would never do that ya, love. we were just talkin' but then one thing led to another and...she indulged me in and i kept going for more."

"was hers good?" you looked deadpan at him. "tell me, toji. was hers so fucking good?"

"you know it wasn't. baby, please. no one makes better takoyaki than you do. i just ate hers 'cause she offered me 'n it would be rude." toji snaked his arms around you.

"since when the fuck you care about being rude?" you avoid his gaze.

"i don't but she's shiu's wife and he would've kill me if i insulted his wife's cooking if i refused." you finally accepted his reasoning. shiu is actually very possessive over his wife. "i love your cooking, baby. would never cheat on that."

"say i make the best takoyaki." he chuckled. "say it or sleep on the street tonight."

"alright. you make the best takoyaki. i love you 'n i'm sorry i even ate someone else's when i know my wife's got the best one." toji peppered your face with kisses. "now can i sleep in our bed?"

"only if you cuddle me." you pouted.

"aww yaknow i'll do a lot more than just cuddle, right?" you swat at his chest before he picked you up and walked to the bedroom, slamming the door behind.

[natsboygirlfriend]

why is everyone mad at her all the time she's just baby 💔

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇʀ

…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨

When she gets back from lunch, there’s a Valentine on her desk. Pink. A little lopsided heart in the corner. No name.

The office is all red and pink today. Streamers in the hallway, heart-shaped confetti scattered around the copier, a “Happy Valentine’s Day!” banner hanging above the water cooler. It’s cheesy. Over-the-top. Classic.

Her phone buzzes. A text from her fiancé.

Best sex of your life tonight.

That was it. No flowers, no card, not even a question about her day. She sighs quietly through her nose, puts her phone down, and stares at the card instead.

A throat clears. “Secret admirer?”

She looks up. Matt’s leaning against her desk, arms crossed, sleeves pushed up. His expression is neutral, but his eyes flick down to the card.

She scoffs, picking it up between two fingers. “It’s probably from accounting. They do this kind of thing, right?”

Matt tilts his head. “Yeah. Nothing says romance like the finance department.”

She rolls her eyes, but he just nods toward the envelope. “Not gonna open it?”

She hesitates. Shrugs. “I mean… it’s probably just a generic ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ thing.”

“Right. Of course.” He pushes off her desk, stretches his arms like he’s shaking something off. “Wouldn’t want your fiancé getting jealous.”

It’s said lightly. Jokingly. But she still feels the weight of it in her chest.

She laughs, but it’s quiet. Forced. “Yeah. That’d be a disaster.”

He hums, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Well, good luck. See ya later.”

He walks off, and she watches him go.

The card sits in her hand, unopened. The streamers around her feel a little too bright. The confetti, a little too loud.

She waits, then finally opens the envelope.

Inside, the words are simple but warm.

“I think you’re pretty great. Hope today’s just as special as you are.”

Her heart stutters for a second, her fingers tracing over the ink. The note feels genuine, in a way that makes her chest tighten. It also feels more heartfelt, and more personal than it should.

She bites her lip, wondering who could’ve left it for her.

thank u rose for the dividers as always!!! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: ahhh they're so cute i love em! happy valentine's day everybody <3

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[eunandonly]

HOW BOYNEXTDOOR LOVES YOU

how boynextdoor shows their love for you, even if it isn't always by words

( 対 ) boynextdoor + fem. reader 1230WC · tooth rotting fluff contains! skinship, kissing so cheesy holy sharts / archive

은 : sorry for posting so late >< i've been so busy lately because of exams and couldn't post, but i'm back now ^^ i hope you enjoy ~

myung jaehyun

with myung jaehyun, love isn’t just quiet care. it’s a bit like him; bubbly and playful. he’ll throw his jacket over you with a little joke and a smile that warms you up more than the jacket itself, winking as he pulls the lapels up dramatically to keep you protected from the cold wind. 

he notices things, even if he pretends not to. “you’re holding your bag funny. give it to me.” he’ll say, taking it from you before you can even protest. it doesn’t matter if it weighs a ton. jaehyun will carry it for you.

on rainy days when you two are sharing an umbrella, he’ll tilt it to your side so you’re protected from the raindrops even as his side gets drenched in rainwater. when you try to tilt the umbrella back to him, or tell him to get under it properly, he’ll just smile and say, “i like the rain.” before giving you a peck on the cheek.

and with all this, jaehyun never expects anything in return. jaehyun gives his love without expectation or demand because, well, he loves you.

park sungho

sungho could listen to you talk forever. whatever nonsense you say, whatever irrelevant thing you’re rambling about, if it’s you, it becomes poetry to park sungho. 

sungho remembers the smallest details about you. he remembers the way you take your coffee, the name of the book you once mentioned during a conversation, the exact shade of the sky on the day you first said “i love you.”

sometimes, he even remembers the things you forget; the date of your childhood hamster’s birthday, the lyrics to a song you used to hum under your beeath as you busied yourself in the kitchen- which he took the time to figure out what song it exactly was so he could play it for you on the guitar one day- the way you scrunch your nose when you’re deep in thought. some people say these random bits and pieces of you are useless, but sungho keeps them close, storing the, in the quiet corners of his mind to pull out when the time is just right.

“you like this one, right?” sungho will say, handing you a drink exactly the way you like it. “you wanted to watch this movie,” he’ll murmur as he turns on a film you mentioned briefly weeks ago. “you always sleep better when it rains,” he’ll say, opening a window when the first drops hit the pavement.

park sungho says your name like it’s the most beautiful word in the world. it’s not just a name to him, it’s much more than that. 

lee sanghyuk

riwoo often reaches for you without realising. his fingers brush yours when you’re walking side by side, barely a whisper of his warm skin against yours, but enough to make your breath hitch. he tucks a stray strand of hair behind our ear absentmindedly during conversations, his touch light as if he’s handling delicate glass.

riwoo doesn’t even notice how often he does it. how his body naturally gravitates towards yours like second nature. when you’re laughing, he leans in just a little closer. you have a pretty laugh. when you’re focused on something, his hand settles on your wrist.

riwoo’s actions aren’t calculated. they’re not meant to fluster you. it’s simply how he is. his the type of person whose love is felt in the warmth of his palm against you break as he guides you through the door, in the way his knee knocks against yours under the table, in the way his drapes his arm around you.

sometimes when riwoo realises, it's different. the moment he realises that his fingers linger too long, that his touch isn’t just habit but something more, he hesitates. his eyes flicking to yours to make sure you’re not uncomfortable in any way. when he gets your reassurance, he shakes off any doubt with a small smile, his hand staying where it is.

han dongmin

taesan’s love is found in ink stained fingers and the way his lyrics always seem to sound like you. he doesn’t always say it outright, it’s not always blatantly there. but if you listen carefully, you’re woven into every song, every notes, every unfinished verse scribbled in the margins of his notebook.

maybe taesan doesn’t say “i love you” in the way others. but he’ll give you pieces of himself in a song, in a melody, in that pretty voices that of his, and his eyes soften when he sings the lines that remind him of you.

when you can’t sleep in late hours of the night, taesan will sing you to sleep with a new song he worked on earlier that day, smiling down at you fondly as you doze off to his soft voice.

it’s taesan’s way of showing you love. he might not be the best and telling you exactly how much he loves you with words, but his music says enough for you to know. the lyrics that are always referencing you in one way or another, the melody that sounds a bit too much like your pretty laugh. he writes about late night talks and your pretty eyes, the way the silence between you two are comforting instead of lonely.

kim donghyun

leehan’s love for you is found in the way he looks at you- like you hold the stars in your hands, like you’re the only person existing in the vast universe. his gaze lingers a second too long, that moment always filled with unspoken words that can’t quite be translated into words.

it’s the way leehan’s pretty eyes soften when you talk, the way he watches you even when you’re not looking, memorising each and every detail of your face. he thinks you’re the best thing that ever happened to him, and he can’t help but admire you.

you’ll sometimes feel a gaze locked on you when you’re busy with something- cooking, studying, you name it. and when you turn, it’ll be leehan, staring at you with soft eyes and a gentle smile that only holds fondness. seeing you flustered from his gaze only makes him watch you more, smile widening when your cheeks turn pimk as you pretend you didn’t see him staring at you like that.

when you finally meet leehan’s gaze, when you finally catch the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters, you’ll understand just how much leehan loves you, even if it’s done quietly.

kim woonhak

woonhak’s love for you is found in laughter, the kind that leaves you breathless with a pain on your side, the kind that turns even the worst days into something bearable.

woonhak’s the person who notices when you’re quiet with tired eyes and a smile that doesn’t quite reach the eyes. instead of asking what’s wrong and focing out words you don’t have, he nudges you with his shoulder, makes a ridiculous face and cracks the worst joke you’ve ever heard since you existed.

and somehow, somehow, it works.

perhaps the joke is so terrible, it made you laugh, or maybe it’s just that face woonhak made, but it gets a smile out of you. and that’s all he needs. 

woonhak always seems to know what you need. and when you laugh, the weight lifting just a little, he smiles like he’s gotten the whole world. 

well, to woonhak, he has.