#⸻ mirror ๋࣭⭑

[someiicecube]

messing around; Solstars outfits !

—feat. Barbatos, the no. 1 Solomon hater

[fatedsith]

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[coffee-and-tea-time]

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ Out of the menu, still the choice ๋࣭ ⭑

Yandere! Shopkeeper x Willing! Reader

We finally got a winner! *Clap clap* if you want context, you can go here but it's not that necessary we think - the twins

This mf was really more hard to write that I expected but nevertheless we tried to match the energy of the seller pickers so at least it was really fun ngl - Coffee

It took us both a while to draft what we wanted to write for him since he's not a very expressive character and we wanted to try a more subtle approach. If you have any ideas or suggestions for any of them, let us know!! -Tea

Count word: 3.1k (new longest post for now)

Tw: yandere behavior, kind of flirty reader, stalking, kidnaping?, written in you/yours, overall soft yandere, gaslighting, drugging (this really still counts as soft yandere??? believe me, yes), light paranoia, clueless reader

Your eyes scan the papers in your hand, your mind still focused rather on the man that handed you them, sitting right across from him, more specifically, the comment he just murmured. None of the people he mentioned called your attention as much as himself did, perhaps he was more that he presented himself as? He seemed to know much more about you than he’s supposed to, so, was he a yandere as well? And if so, Why miss the chance to tease a potential yandere? 

"Huh, so you think I should go out more often?"

"Well, I'm just concerned about your vitamin D intake, that's all. You need more sun Dear, for the sake of your health"

He smugly smirks at you like he's saying obvious facts that you should already know about yourself… though his smirk falters, his lips pressing into a tight line as he rethinks his words, though it was too late to retract them, it was your time to shine.

"Oh? Then why not help me with that yourself? You seem to keep a good track of my time outside for some reason, care to explain yourself, Honey?"

You steal his previous smirk, it now decorating your lips, curving them upwards smugly as he seems to sink into himself, his pen flipping between his fingers as a nervous fidget, scanning your expression, seemingly trying to understand what you were attempting to do with these witty remarks.

“Dear, allow me to remind you, you came all the way here to have an obsessive partner after you walk out this door, I'm sure anyone in the list will love to fulfill the job, sadly, I'm not one of them, I'm deeply sorry if my previous comments left any space for this misunderstanding"

He seems to lifts up a wall between you and him with his formality as if attempting to keep things formal and cordial though his eyes tell a different story, his eyes, akin to a snake’s narrow slightly, scanning your features as if daring you to continue this charade; a sweet chill runs down your spine, which only widens your smile further.

"Ow, come on, there's no need to lie so blatantly to my face, you know exactly why I'm here, and for that I can also tell exactly what is happening here”

He huffs, his fingers running through his black hair, messing up his slick back hairstyle into something much more fitting to match with his semi-formal attire.

"As I just said, I'm not a yandere, let's stop this little game, Dear, I’m not sure how you arrived at this conclusion, little detective…"

Those gray eyes glare at you without even missing a beat, narrowing further to make a subtle warning: quit fooling around. Do you care? No, honestly, him staring down at you only serves to fuel your burning curiosity about the man.

"Fine then, at least answer me this, how did you know i don't go out much?"

The man scoffs as if the answer was as obvious as looking in a mirror.

"Come on now, you are chronically online, I just made a lucky guess"

… Gotcha

"My screen time is something even weirder for you to know for certain though, don't you think?"

A silence ensues, tension and realization thick in the air as his posture changes completely, from relaxed and smug to tense and anxious, he leans forward, eyes avoiding you suddenly, like he wasn't piercing you with his stare just a few seconds ago.

You let your question linger, knowing you won, knowing he had no way to protest your question seamlessly 

"... don't tell management"

It was now your turn to sigh. Perhaps he was being truthful and this was just a big misunderstanding. Maybe his “background check” on you wasn't something he was supposed to do ethically speaking, but something he felt compelled to do. Then again, they did have this incident with a fool attempting to illegitimately make a yandere harem. Perhaps it was time to let this go, you tried at least, but being overly pushy could get you kicked out and leaving empty handed wasn't something you were willing to do after finally finding the courage to enter the shop.

 "Well, I don't know, I choose Oliver"

You said, the smirk in your lips faltering into a soft defeated smile, shrugging as you chose someone at random, pointing blindly at the papers.

"He's already purchased" 

He counters your response abruptly, his tone still formal yet with an air of defensiveness. You wondered, if he was already purchased, then why show it to you at all?

"Damn, okay, then Lio…"

You quickly point again at a random profile, barely even reading the name then scanning his expression, his head shaking even before you managed to pronounce the name fully.

"Sorry"

He responded with a shrug, his shoulders relaxing as if the tension he felt before was gone.

You smile at him once again, well, thankfully you weren't just flirting with the wrong target.

"You’re doing this on purpose"

You announce, amused by the realization, a smile widening in your lips as one seems to simultaneously tug at the corners of his, a mischievous grin adorning his sly stare, those eyes bearing into yours like a wicked fox.

"You choose me, be loyal to your own decisions… though, really, don't tell management. I do maintain I'm not some sort of obsessed maniac, Dear"

That's the most suspicious thing a person can say in a yandere shop but you take it.

"I care next to nothing about management… so, it's a date?".

(...)

You leave the store, hands empty, but not really. You walk with an extra cheer in your step, you managed to get yourself a date with the seller of the damn shop, not one of the many names in those papers, but the shopkeeper, talk about a plot twist. 

And so you make your way back home, waiting for the time to arrive, the time in which you'd meet up with the man outside of work in a sweet little restaurant down the same street where the shop is located. As you get yourself ready, checking your outfit, double checking…triple checking, your mind drifts to your conversation with the seller and the way everything he said seemed to avoid each and every one of your questions skillfully. You managed to get his number with the excuse of arranging the meeting time and place, yet… that was all, you didn't even get his name, did you?. 

You are brought back to reality with the buzzing of your phone, a notification from an unknown number… though it was the sellers, how did he get your number? Sure, he gave you his, but he shouldn't have a way to contact you yet, that information wasn't even in the paperwork either since you never filled any forms out, you didn't purchase any of the yanderes. 

» “Hey, it's the shopkeeper”

You raised a brow at your screen, watching as the little dots bobbed up and down, indicating he was still typing another message

» “just checking if you're still up for this date you so boldly proposed. My shift is over” 

His texts are a little dry, yet you can feel the awkwardness from them already, he wasn't fooling anybody, he was nervous as hell. 

You quickly type up a response, resuming your teasing over text like you never left the shop and so you text back and forth until the time arrives and you leave your home, walking down the street to the restaurant he sent you the location to. Once you got there, amusement tugged your lips up into a smile. This man, acting so unapproachable, so closed off, was eagerly waiting outside the restaurant with that classic “I'm just looking at my phone” stance, but damn he looked good. 

He wasn't wearing that semi-formal suit from before, but rather a tight black shirt, jeans and a jacket. His hair was down and you had to admit, it looked way better that way. You check the time on your phone, you arrive just in time, you look relieved but can’t help but wonder how the seller managed to close up shop, go back home, change and arrive before you when his last text was just a few minutes ago telling you his shift was over.

“aw, you arrived early to meet me? It’s so cute how eager you are for someone who didn't even tell me his name”

You meet his gaze as you approach him with a playful demeanor, his smile still decorating his face as always.

He huffs, glancing up from his phone, his eyes crinkling in a mischievous grin. He pockets his phone and adjusts his jacket, leaning a little closer as he speaks

“Oh, Dear, you got it all wrong, i just got here, but, i must say…waiting would have been worth it, you look stunning” 

He said with a soft chuckle and you nudged his shoulder in response to his compliment, though as you nudge him you feel how cold his jacket is, of course he didn't wait for you

“Right, anyways, you know, it's only fair that I get your name. I know you so desperately want to seem all mysterious and shit, but i need to know who I'm flirting with”

You tease bluntly with a chuckle, he tenses up a little, looking away for a second, trying to disguise his blush by rolling his eyes at you.

“I suppose you could call me Jade…”

“Well, jade, pleasure to meet you”

You said trying to imitate his tone of voice as he guides the way inside the restaurant.

“Since I answered your question, it's only fair you answer mine, don't you agree?"

His gaze seems like he's taking notes of your every expression as he gently pulls a chair for you to sit on before he sits across from you.

"Are we doing a little bit of banter here? Huh, that's quite the contrary of what you been doing all day, but please, go on, I'm thrilled to know what you wish to know of me"

His eyes move to the menu, although you can say his entire focus was still on you… because of the fact he can't possibly read the menu when it's upside down.

"So, if I may ask… why did you choose to flirt with me when you came to the shop to get yourself a yandere?"

"Why not? You could say I went there to find someone that catches my eye, and jokes on you, my eyes were set on you the moment you opened that door to guide me into the store"

You restrain yourself not to giggle like a fool when the top of his ears turns red while he's attempting to keep his perpetually smiling facade, oblivious to his own reaction to your words.

"Then, do yo-"

His words quickly die on his throat as a waiter gets to your table, you didn't have the time to catch the small twitch of his eyebrows that lasted a second.

"Good evening, I will be your server for the night, what can I get started for you two?"

As you two order normally, you can't help but feel a sense of discomfort as the waiter always speaks focusing his eyes on you, but Jade doesn't seem to react so you dismissed it, you're only feeling weird because of the awkwardness of being on a first date, although you can't help but sigh faintly with relief after the server walks away.

"Well… anyways, since I replied to one of your questions, guess it's my turn!"

You said smiling, trying to brush off the weird feeling you just had, focusing on your task in hand: the date.

“so, why don’t you tell me a little about your hobbies?”

You gaze at him while his head tilts slightly, as if doubting if to reply or just dodge the question like the past ones.

“Well, they differ depending on the time, I’m the type of person that get a new one every once in a while but one that has stuck since high school is embroidery”

Honestly, you can picture it, he does seem like the type of person who enjoys calm classy hobbies, old lady hobbies if you will. The image is sort of endearing. 

"Since high school? Wow, what was your first piece?"

You feel relieved that he seems more open to conversation now that you both are formally on this date. Sadly for you and lucky for him, you focused so much on listening to his answers that you didn't catch the small blush dusting his cheeks.

"...It was a skull, edgy, I know. I really like how it turned out back then though”

“A skull? Very edgy indeed, why-”

Your question was left hanging in the air as an arm interfered with your vision of Jade, the waiter placing your plates on the table with a polite smile. The interjection was a little awkward, but there's not much you can do about it, the waiter is just doing his job.

Though as you lower your voice to a stop, interrupted by the waiter, you see the slight hint of annoyance in Jade’s face flick for a second just to disappear like it never happened, it makes you wonder if that was a hint of jealousy? It probably wasn't… your yandere rotten brain must be seeing things, right?

As you two indulge in conversation, enjoying your little date, you almost lose track of time. It feels like in the blink of an eye, the date was already at its final point, the only thing that popped your bubble was his phone ringing.

"...sorry, it's my boss, allow me to step out real quick, it won't take long I'm sure"

You nod to him before he makes his way to the restroom to pick up the call. Honestly you feel kind of sad that the dinner was reaching its end but well, you can't be that clingy on the first date.

As you ponder between when and where the perfect second date will be or if it's best to wait for him to ask for another, the waiter interrupts your thoughts, placing a glass of what looks like raspberry juice on the table.

"Excuse me sir, I didn't order this"

The waiter gives you a puzzled expression as if it were a competition who is more confused by the situation but is quick to giggle as if it was an inside joke of his before reassuring you.

"Oh, don't worry, it's already been paid”

You didn't have time to ask further questions when the busy server was already on another table that needed him, well, it looks tasty anyways, why reject something when it's free?

You honestly feel like luck is on your side today; you got the confidence to try and flirt with Jade and successfully get yourself a really good date! And you also get a free drink as a way to celebrate your little achievement, so you take a big gulp. 

Huh? Weird, you know the taste of raspberry by heart, why does it taste more bitter? Ugh, the fruit is probably not that fresh , even the consistency feels a little thicker too. Well, raspberry juice is supposed to be like that, perhaps you got too used to store bought and got yourself confused.

"Well, is not like a restaurant would sell 'expired juice' as their main drink, surely I'm just overthinking it" 

You reason with yourself in a whisper as you set the drink aside, ugh, maybe you drank too big of a sip, you start to feel like you got brain freeze or something.

(…)

“Dear, are you feeling well? Do you need to go to the restroom?”

The sound of his relaxed voice quickly fills your ears, your mind feels hazy but you nevertheless try focusing on him as he sits back down to the table, catching his expression changing from the usual laid back grin to a worried frown. You didn't even notice when he came back from his work call, not until he was right in front of you, it's like time passed while your brain was stopped, something wasn't good…

"Did something happen? Do you need a pain-killer? Did the food upset your stomach?"

The rapid fire questions overfill your already overwhelmed mind as his hands hold your shoulders before he places his forehead against yours to check your temperature and although you tried, your currently unstable self only managed to hardly mumble some words.

"I… don't know, I just drank that"

You focus your gaze on the glass of juice and he follows your gaze with a frown as if his laid back mask is cracked.

"the color is slightly off and ice is only floating up to the middle of the glass…"

Was there really something wrong with your drink? What was in there? How bad is it? What's going to happen to you? Was it the waiter? Was there someone in the restaurant you didn't see? Why is this happening today?

"Dear, focus on me, okay? Don't worry, you're fine, just dizzy, I will make sure you are okay, alright? Take a deep breath for me darling" 

Through your dizziness you watch as he moves skillfully and quickly, paying the bill as fast as he could to take you out of there, his arms tightly wrapped around you to steady your wobbly stance, guiding you out of the busy restaurant. It's almost as if you were drunk, which didn't make sense, you felt yourself slipping further out of your senses, sounds muffled and your vision blurry, your legs and hands feeling tingly with each step you took with his assistance. 

"Jade, I-"

"Don't worry Dear, I will take care of you, just trust me, alright?"

You can help but feel grateful that even in this awful situation, you managed to have someone so gentle and caring with you, but before you can try to babble a thank you, you feel your mind shut off like an old tv… don't worry, you are being taken care of, Dear.

He just wants to look after you, it would be so creepy if he left you unconscious at your place since he's not supposed to know your address yet, so, guess the only choice is him letting you crash at his apartment, it's fine, you will find yourself at home there, it's really cozy! 

. . .

Wait, did you really believe him? That's kind of hilarious, try guessing again.

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

images from pinterest and divider by Tea ⚘

[dovveri]

twisted torturous love

synopsis: nayeon and your relationship has been on the rocks for some time now. when something finally breaks you apart, you find yourself lured back into her cycle of temptation. you could never get enough of her.

warnings: dom!nayeon who’s mean, manipulative, degrading, toxic! cheating, swearing, semi-public sex, fingering, cunnilingus, mirror sex, mommy kink, reader is reduced to nayeon’s dumb little baby aaaand edged once

w/c: 6.0k

a/n: requested! was in shock when i first got this like girl i could never write this and then i had an angsty weekend and i was like yk what! maybe i can! and i did! enjoy the filth if this is what ur into

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

"where are you going?"

"out."

"where?"

"out."

you sigh in frustration, moving to stand in front of your door, blocking her exit and asking her again, "where are you going nayeon?"

she tuts, shoving her arms inside her leather jacket, picking out a cigarette, "move y/n."

"not until you tell me where you're going."

"why does it matter to you?"

"i'm your girlfriend. i want to know what you're getting up to without me."

"god y/n you're so fucking clingy. you don't have to know what i'm doing all the time. i have a life that exists outside of you too y'know?" she doesn't bother looking at you, trying to push past you to get out, but you resist.

"you used to like that i was clingy."

that makes her pause, finally looking at you. her eyes hurt you. she used to look at you with so much love, like you put the stars in the sky, rode the sun across the horizon each morning, now they're hollow and empty.

she turns away, forcing past you, "go to bed y/n."

you don't stop her this time when she slips her shoes on and slams the door closed behind her. you sigh, running a hand through your hair. things between the two of you haven't been good for a long time now. you don't know when it started, maybe it was when she started getting busier, preparing for her solo comeback, having to travel a lot more for her job leaving her with a lot less time to spend with you. or maybe it was when you started paying less attention to her when she was available to you, you wouldn't notice the way she smelt slightly different, didn't even realise she started smoking again despite caring so much about keeping her voice in top condition when she was younger. the slow deterioration of your relationship was certainly noticeable overtime, nayeon's members and your friends asking if the two of you were still together. you moved out and slept in your own bed a lot more than you slept in hers now, of course people were confused when the two of you were out with mutual friends but barely talked to each other, and then went home seperately.

you knew your relationship was hanging on by a thread, but a part of you still held hope that you could get back to what you once were. and nayeon must have felt something similar if she hasn't ended things with you yet. still, it wouldn't take much for that hope to break into a million little pieces.

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the next morning you decide to try and make amends again. you were always the one to apologise first whenever you fought.

you punch in nayeon's apartment code, entering quietly and making sure the door doesn't make a sound when closing. but when you turn, you're faced with nayeon's apartment in a state you can only describe as filthy.

there are bottles lying everywhere, the smell of cigarettes making it hard for you to breathe. you immediately go to her kitchen window, opening it to let some fresh air in, her sink full of dirty dishes and takeaway boxes yet to be disposed of.

you habitually start cleaning. throwing out her trash and wiping down her countertop, not all that surprised that she hasn't woken up with the noise you're making. she was probably completely passed out judging by the state of alcohol bottles strewn across the apartment.

but then when you get to her living room and start picking up dirty laundry, you notice a skirt that was either new or definitely not nayeon's.

and then across the room there's a top that you've also never seen in nayeon's closet. you follow the trail to nayeon's bedroom door, shut tight, but you don't hesitate to open it gingerly, she was your girlfriend, you've seen her in all states of undress.

as you squint into the darkness of her room, you take a step forward, stepping on a bra that was not in nayeon's size and definitely not nayeon's.

your heart drops. you knew your relationship was on the rocks but you had never thought nayeon would be one to cheat. you always had complete and utter trust in her, even when she was overseas, she would always call or facetime you, making sure you didn't feel lonely without her despite her busy schedule and late nights.

just to confirm, because you still can't quite believe this is happening, you step closer towards the bed, eyes adjusting to the darkness better.

you peel back the blanket, and sure enough, the face you're looking at does not belong to the person you fell in love with. you're frozen for a second, staring down at the unfamiliar features, sharp lines, soft breaths.

and then all of a sudden the reality of it all hits you. you're stomping towards nayeon's blackout curtains, ripping them open and letting the midday rays flash into the room.

you turn on your heel, crossing your arms and wait for nayeon to realise you were there. the two people on the bed groan, trying to find where the source of sudden light was coming from. the girl you don't know sees you first while nayeon is still rolling around trying to crawl back under the sheets. she yelps at the unknown presence, pulling the sheets up to cover herself while nayeon groans, trying to pull the sheets back to cover her eyes.

now that there's more light, you can see the array of marks left across the girl's neck and collarbones. there's a pang of jealousy, remembering how nayeon used to mark you up like that, when you were still intimate that was.

"w-who are you?" the girl speaks up.

you scoff, "i should be asking you that."

you can see when nayeon's eyes open at the recognition of your voice, quickly scrambling up and reaching for her glasses on the nightstand, not bothering with modesty unlike her bedmate.

"y/n."

"so this is why you wouldn't tell me where you were going last night. you were going to fuck some other girl? how long has this been going on?"

nayeon stands, trying to calm you. you keep your eyes strictly on her face, not letting anything distract you from what she had done. "y/n wait i can explain. this was- i was drunk-"

"when are you not?"

she frowns, "that's not fair."

"isn't it? you were already tipsy when you came over to mine last night. and once that buzz wore off you just had to go out again and get drunk didn't you?"

"that's not- no-"

you tap your foot impatiently, "so who is she?"

nayeon looks back to the woman that's still in her bed, giving her a death glare that obviously meant get the fuck out of my house, the woman thankfully getting the message and scrambling upwards, pulling on her panties and then holding her chest while looking around for her bra.

you clear your throat, holding it up.

she blushes bright red, stepping forward and taking it from you, muttering a small thanks before dashing outside. you wait to hear the front door close before looking back at nayeon who's started to move around, cleaning her room up a little and putting on some clothes.

"she's no-one y/n. we just- i was drunk and she helped me home."

"i'm sure she helped you with some other stuff too." you glare daggers into her back, tracing the red scratch marks that are raked across the skin.

"don't be like that y/n."

"be like what?"

"look i made a mistake. okay? can we just move past this now?"

you scoff, "are you fucking serious nayeon? you didn't just make a mistake. you made the mistake."

nayeon turns now, fully dressed, her temper also flaring, "okay! and i admit it! i'm sorry! what more do you want?!"

"for you to actually fucking mean it! she's not even the first person you've cheated on me with is she?"

"what? what are you trying to say?"

"don't gimme that. i didn't want to believe it. when you'd come home smelling like someone else. when things would be better for short periods of time after you come back from your trips or from overseas, it was because you went and fucked out all your frustration right? frustration with this relationship? i'm sick of tiptoeing around this nayeon, let's sort our shit out right now because this has got to end somewhere."

"end?" nayeon laughs cruelly, "where do you want this to end y/n? if you've known i've been cheating on you for so long why haven't you ended things? are you so fucking pathetic you'd stay with someone who's actively sleeping with someone new every night?"

you're taken aback by her tone, but you steel yourself, spitting right back, "well if you think i'm so pathetic why haven't you broken things off?"

"too much work, too much drama. and i felt bad. what do you have if you don't have me? i was being considerate."

"considerate? you're fucking joking. you think cheating on me for however long is being considerate?"

nayeon throws her hand up in the air in frustration, "so what!? it's not like you've been trying to make this relationship work recently!"

"oh don't you try and shift the blame onto me nayeon! you're not the same person i fell in love with. you started drinking uncontrollably, you started smoking, sleeping around, lying to me, i don't even recognise you anymore. you know what? you're right. i've been pathetic. pathetic for holding on to the hope that you still loved me. that you still even fucking cared about me. so this is me ending things now. thanks for helping me realise that i guess." you start to go around her room, collecting a few of your things that are still in her space, moving out to the rest of the apartment to do the same.

nayeon's left in her room, fuming and lighting up a cigarette.

when you're almost done, she comes out again, seeming to have calmed down and recollected herself.

"y/n wait. don't go. why are we doing this? we don't have to break up. we've been together for so long, i won't cheat on you anymore. i promise, we can get back to what we were y/n."

your heart strings tug at the sight, wanting to cling onto her words, the only thing you've been wanting to hear from her since the start of the deterioration of your relationship.

she senses your hesitance, stepping forward slowly, and then engulfing you in a hug.

you almost burst then, sighing against her and breathing in. but what hits you isn't her usual lemon scent, it's the stink of cigarettes and another woman's perfume. that brings you back to reality very quickly.

you shove her off, "bullshit. we're done nayeon."

it takes everything in you to turn away from the confused, hurt look on her face, stalking out her apartment and not looking back.

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the next few weeks are hell. nayeon keeps trying to contact you and talk about the breakup, all while you're slowly trying to let go of the pieces of her you've clung onto. throwing out her things, memoirs of your relationship back when it was good, trying to healthily move on as best you could.

but it's hard when nayeon storms into your office space, employees turning over to look on in curiosity at why im nayeon, face of TWICE, saver of JYP and the reason they all have jobs right now, was coming down to talk to lowly office workers.

she stops at your desk, "y/n."

"don't do this here nayeon. i'm at work. you should be too."

"i make the work. they can't do anything without me. stop avoiding me. let's talk."

you sigh frustratedly, looking around at the prying eyes, "fine but not here." you really didn't want to talk to her but this was better than causing a scene in front of the entire staff.

you lead her towards the staff bathrooms, locking the door behind you and gesturing for her to talk.

"look, i messed up. i admit it. these last few weeks have been hell without you. i realised how much you meant to me when i lost you. i promise to do everything i can to make up for all the shit i've pulled. i want us to be together again. i want what we used to have."

you sigh, "don't do this nayeon."

"what?"

"don't lie to me again. i can't take it."

"i'm not lying!"

"how can i trust that after you cheated on me?! after you lied about it to me for months?!"

"i'm sorry! i said i'm sorry! i want to earn your trust back again! i'm trying here y/n!"

"i tried for us for months. you didn't even acknowledge that. do you know how many times i've had to apologise to you? because i thought we were fighting because of me? how many times you've made me feel like i was just an insecure girlfriend? while you were out fucking half of seoul?"

"i'm sorry baby please! i'll never make you feel like that again. i promise to be honest and- and- i love you y/n please don't leave me."

"i can't believe you nayeon. and i don't want you to talk to me anymore. it's hard enough getting over you without you blowing up my phone every 2 minutes."

you turn around again, unlocking the door and intending to leave, but then nayeon rushes to hug you, squeezing herself against you, burrowing her face in your neck. you can feel her tears dripping down your skin.

"p-please y/n. i messed up. i don't want to lose you. i don't know what i'll do with myself. i was wrong the other day. i'm the pathetic one. i can't live without you y/n please."

everything in you is screaming to take her back. but she'd made a fool of you enough times. you shrug her off, opening the door and leaving her behind for a second time.

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

it seems your message got through to nayeon this time. the next few days are a little quieter. she doesn't try to contact you, nor does she try and come by your house or catch you outside on one of your routines.

your coworkers had tried to ask you how you knew the im nayeon, but you brushed them off, saying she was just asking you some things about her next promotion. you were thankful you didn't have to see nayeon too much at work, and she didn't try and confront you again either, so things returned to as relative normal as it could get working for a major entertainment company.

that is until, you're suddenly called up into the top brass' office on a random tuesday morning as soon as you clock in.

"y/n. please sit."

you hesitate, tentatively sitting down on one of expensive leather chairs, back straight and feeling sweat collect in your palms.

the directors in the room gesture towards the massive screen at the end of the board table, flicking it on.

your eyes widen as the audio starts to play. it was a shoddily recorded video from inside a bathroom cubicle, but you could clearly hear the argument you and nayeon had just a few days prior. your cheeks flare up as the video continues to play, you feel extremely small in the boardroom, your privacy completely invaded, your breakup argument aired out for everyone in the room to hear.

"now y/n, of course we knew about your relationship with nayeon, if we didn't, nayeon would quite literally be in deep shit right now."

you shuffle in your seat, deeply uncomfortable with the various men staring at you, "this was a personal conversation between nayeon and i. how did you get this video?"

"someone recorded the two of you in the bathroom and then leaked it to all the major news and gossip sites. this video is currently being viewed by everyone across seoul and has even gained some traction overseas."

your heart sinks, this is the worst possible outcome, worse than just losing nayeon, worse than finding out she was cheating on you, it's finding out all of that with all her fans, all her haters, who didn't even know nayeon was dating you of all people, find out it was actually you who broke up with her and not the other way around.

"you work in publicity. i'm sure you understand how this is not a good look for nayeon's public image right now yes?"

you nod dumbly.

"great. so we're gonna need you to fix this. we have press outside waiting for a statement from you already."

you stutter, "r-right now?!"

"yes. so you better come up with something quick if you want to keep your job." they're getting more impatient.

you gulp, nodding again, mind scrambling, ideas flying through your head while they lead you up, and then outside to a room with various journalists and photographers. you don't even realise you're standing in front of everyone on the podium until one of the directors nudges you, indicating for you to speak.

"u-um h-hi everyone. i'm sure you're all here because of the recent news about nayeon and i's... altercation."

cameras start flashing as everyone looks at you with bated breath.

you can tell the directors behind you get a little antsy under the attention, wanting you to hurry things up.

you clear your throat, "nayeon is involved with a new filming project that has not yet been revealed. as part of her publicity team she asked me to run a few lines with her in what we thought would be the privacy of one of the staff bathrooms. i have had a little experience in the film industry which is why she specifically asked for me. there is nothing else going on between us and there has been nothing going on between us. this is all simply a big misunderstanding and we hope that you will respect nayeon's privacy in the months coming forward as she prepares this new project for you all. thank you."

as soon as you're done the reporters all clamour forwards, yelling out questions but you're pushed to the side, being led away quickly, distantly hearing someone take over the podium stating a curt, "there will be no questions at this time."

you're still processing everything that's happening when they sit you down in a room you haven't seen before, terrified you're about to lose your job, but also concerned for nayeon. you wonder if she's seen the news yet? you shouldn't care about her anymore but you couldn't help it. it was still too soon to be completely over her. this was all happening so quickly. you knew falling for a celebrity was going to be difficult, and in the beginning nayeon had promised that as long as you had her, everything would be okay, neither of you expected this to be the outcome.

your head's in your hands when you hear the door open, the hushed whispers of people and footsteps doing very little to pull you out of your thoughts. you wait for them to quiet down, the door shutting quietly behind them. you take a breath, prepared for any outcome, looking up to face your consequences.

only to find it was nayeon standing in front of you. you finally take in your surroundings, it seems you were in one of the dance practice rooms. you didn't even realise you had been taken to the idol levels of the building, no recollection of even going into the elevator.

you stand apprehensively, "n-nayeon."

she stares you down, eyes fierce. she's silent for a moment, before speaking up, "are you fucking stupid y/n?"

you flinch at her tone "w-what?"

she stalks forward slowly, backing you against the floor to ceiling mirrors behind you. you can see your own face in the mirror on the other side of the wall, terrified and bloodshot.

"i said, are you fucking stupid?"

"n-no?"

"i thought you were meant to be on my publicity team." she spits out the words.

"i- well- they didn't give me any time. i had to come up with something on the spot."

"i told you when we first started dating didn't i? that as long as you were with me everything would be okay? that meant for you to leave things to me to deal with."

you gulp, your hands flat on the mirror behind you, trying to make yourself as small as possible, the coolness of the glass doing little to ground you.

she scoffs, "pathetic little baby. you really are useless without me aren't you? a film project? are you serious? now the company has to go find a screenwriter to write our private discussion into some shitty film that i have to work even more for. and they're gonna rush me too since you said we've had this in the works for a while already. not to mention it means we'll have to spend more time together. after i had just started letting you go too."

she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose and squeezing her eyes shut, bringing her hands up to mess through her hair in frustration. you nervously take her in, she must have just come from dance practice. her skin still has the sheen of sweat, clothes sticking to her body, you always had a thing for her after her workout sessions. you're not sure if it's because you hadn't been intimate in so long, or if you just missed her, but there's a twinge of arousal in your core at the sight of her so close to you, being able to smell the distinct scent of her sweat, clean of any cigarettes or perfumes you didn't recognise, it was just nayeon.

your eyes flick back up to her's when you realise they were open the whole time, watching you check her out. she knew the effect she had on you, her lips turn upward in a little smirk.

she takes a step forward, cocking her head. you don't have any more steps back to take.

"i thought you wanted us to be over y/n."

"i d-do." you're eyes are flicking everywhere, avoiding her dangerous gaze, but the mirrors only make you grow more aroused, able to see the two of you from all angles.

"really?" she's close enough you can feel her breath fan over your face, her voice husking out in a drawl she's reserved for the bedroom. "so you don't want me at all right now?"

"n-not at all m-" you slip, almost calling her by her title in bed, something you haven't used in months.

she raises an eyebrow, "what was that baby?"

"n-nothing."

she tuts, "so if you don't want me... you're not gonna be wet if i check right?"

your eyes widen, thighs clenching together uncontrollably, "n-no."

"hmm, and if you're lying?"

"i'm not."

"prove it."

you flush, the proximity making you feel dizzy, it was like your first time with her all over again.

"how am i gonna prove it?"

she walks back then, completely nonchalant, sitting on the couch on the other end of the room, legs spread, arms thrown over the back of the couch carelessly, eyes never leaving your body.

"strip."

"w-what?! we're not together anymore i'm not gonna-"

"strip."

"nayeon this isn't- we're both at work-"

"it hasn't stopped us before. i clearly remember fucking you on the rooftop of this building while everyone was at that special lunch event for JYP's birthday."

you're so flustered, mind torn between your brain and your throbbing cunt, she already had such an effect on you after not having touched you for months.

"i'm not doing this with you nayeon. this is completely unprofessional not to mention anyone could walk in and-"

"fine. leave."

you're completely stumped. her hot and cold attitude was sending you into a confusion you couldn’t make sense of. you walk towards the door, bring your hand up to the doorknob, but before you know it, instead of listening to your brain and leaving then and there, you lock the door, turning back to your ex-girlfriend who looks smugly sat and comfortable, expecting you to have chosen her.

"you can never be good can you baby? i have to tell you the opposite for you to do what i want you to do hmm?"

you mutter a small shut up, slipping out of your clothes quickly and moving in towards her. but the second you try climbing into her lap, she's pushing you up, standing, one hand on your chest, the other cupping your face.

"nuh uh. you don't just get to use me and leave me. i'm the one that's mad with you right now. dumb little thing couldn't even come up with a good enough excuse for that publicity stunt back there. you know you come to mommy first when something about my job comes up don't you?"

"i-i-! i didn't have a choice! they had the press outside waiting as soon as i got the news and-"

"there's always a choice. poor little thing's just too innocent, letting herself get taken advantage of. you know what the media are saying right now? that it's all a lie. that we do have history and you're the one that made the statement because the company wanted you to take the fall. that doesn't sound good does it?"

you shake your head, feeling terribly exposed in just your underwear and bra.

"no it doesn't. and now i’m gonna have to fix the mess you made."

you can't do anything else except bow your head in submission, mumbling out a small, "i'm sorry."

she tilts your head back up to look at her, and even though you had a few inches on her, her presence filled the room, you were tiny standing before her.

"at least you know how to apologise. now are you going to let me check if you're wet?"

you nod, afraid of speaking up.

she smirks, trailing her fingers down your chest, skimming over your nipples and your stomach, leaving goosebumps in her wake. you try your hardest not to shiver or squirm underneath her touch, anticipating what nayeon was to find at your core.

her fingers finally dip down past your hips, pulling down your panties slowly, watching you like a hawk. and then her long, long fingers are teasing down the line of your cunt, she tuts, collecting your arousal and pulling her hand back up.

"looks like you were lying after all. what are we gonna do about this hmm?"

your eyes clenched shut at the feeling of her fingers running down your pussy, you're unable to open them again when she questions you. "d-don't know mommy."

nayeon grins at the title, "so polite. so dumb. it's okay. mommy's gonna take care of you now yeah?"

and then before you can formulate your next thought she's turning you around, pushing you down into the couch. you land with an oomph, eyes opening at the shock of force, but nayeon simply gets on her knees and rips your panties off, pulling you to the edge of the couch and throwing your legs over her shoulders, diving in without another word.

your hand immediately comes to her head, gripping her hair and pulling slightly in the way you know she likes, moaning as you feel her clean all the slick that's leaked down to your inner thighs and outer lips.

she's absolutely insatiable. starved for pussy like she hasn't eaten anything in three days. she doesn't care when you whine and tell her to slow down or be softer, she knew better, you dripped at her rough treatment. it was like riding a bike to nayeon. despite not having tasted you in so long she still remembers each sliver of skin that makes your toes curl, every spot that makes your heels dig into her back and beg for more.

all of your senses are focused only on the feeling of her tongue inside of you. you can feel the vibrations of her moaning and speaking up, but your ears don't pick up on the words, strained only to hear the sloppy sounds of nayeon slurping up every drop of arousal that spills out of you.

"m-mommy- i- oh fuck-"

you don't hear her response, only a messy suck on your clit as she hums around it.

"g-gonna- fuck mommy please- make me cum please-"

she never stops her assault, her hands gripping your thighs, keeping them forced open while you wriggle and strain against her. one of your hands leaves her head, coming up to palm at your breast over your bra, easily finding your hard nipple through the fabric and pinching. you can feel yourself clench at the feeling, more arousal leaking out of you, all of which nayeon eagerly drinks up.

one more thrust of her tongue, another suck to your clit, another pinch of your nipple, and you're crying out her name, throwing your head back, hand clutching onto her head for dear life, but then everything stops.

you feel the orgasm that had near electrified you pull inwards and back up to your stomach, like the waves on a beach right before the tsunami hits. you're panting, looking back down and clumsily trying to bring your hand to your clit to bring back the orgasm she ripped away from you so violently.

she smacks your hand away, pulling you up onto shaky legs and then turning you around, pushing you back down so you're ass up, grabbing onto the back of the couch to support what your legs couldn't. she kicks open your legs wider, delirious at the way her spit mixed with your slick dribbles down your thighs, hands coming in immediately to scoop it back up, teasing the sensitive skin on your inner thighs.

she leans over you, pulling your hair back so you're forced to look into the mirror right in front of you. the scene is pornographic. your eyes are lidded, mouth open, drool slipping out, skin blotchy and red, while nayeon is behind you nosing at your neck, her mouth covered in you, hair a mess from the way you had pulled her out of her updo.

"look at you-" she coos, "so fucking pathetic for me. spread out like this with me between your legs, where anyone could walk in and see you come undone because of me. that would give the press a field day wouldn't it?" she laughs cruelly, tugging your hair back more to expose your throat, "what would you say then? would this be practice for another film again?" she bites down at the side of your neck, sucking a newly formed mark into your skin.

“mmf- mommy please- more please- i d-don’t know i-“

"god you don't know how hard these last few days have been for me. i don't know what more you want from me. i apologised and i told you i'd never do it again, that only you would get to see how these fingers feel inside of you." she punctuates her sentence by sliding two fingers inside, no further preparation needed with how soaked you were after she ate you out. you immediately clench around her, your body needing to keep her inside of you as long as possible, terrified she would leave you on the precipice of cumming again. "but that just wasn't enough for you was it? greedy little baby. i bet you missed me too. actually, i know you missed me too with how fucking wet you are right now. no one can fuck you like i can right? no one can make you feel as good as i do."

every filthy word that comes out of her mouth is accompanied with a thrust into your pussy. the squelch of her fingers entering and exiting you leave your thighs shaking, almost all your body weight held up by your arms on the back of the couch. it’s pathetic the way she has you wrapped around her finger, literally. you bite your lip, shame washing over you as you remember where you were and what she did to you. you’d expect that feeling to anger you, push her off of you, but you only clench down tighter against her, impervious to your more sane thoughts.

“what if you were the one who leaked that video to the press? did you want my attention on you that badly baby? want the whole world’s attention on us? was that your sick way of revenge against me, let the whole world know you were mine first instead of all those other randoms i fucked? you’d love if someone came in right now and filmed us wouldn’t you? release that to the media too? that way you’d be immortalised, everyone would see you’re just a fucktoy for im nayeon.”

you whine, needing to come so bad the overstimulation forces tears out of your eyes, the sight of her pressed up against you, your breasts bouncing with each thrust of her fingers, still contained within your bra.

nayeon notices your line of sight, hand snaking up around your waist to pull your cup down roughly, your left tit bouncing out, nipple already perked up and pretty. nayeon wastes no time, still whispering filth into your ear while she watches herself take your exposed tit into her large hands, squeezing as you moan at her touch, pushing out your chest submissively for her. she moulds and plays around with it, fingers coming in to pinch at the nipple, smirking when she feels your cunt clench around her fingers at the movement, rolling your nipple around between your fingers and pulling it roughly.

“you gonna cum baby? you’re squeezing me so fucking tight right now.”

you babble in response, a string of yes and please slurred together.

“mm you’re mine. if anyone ever fucks you in the future all you’re gonna remember is me. how i feel inside you right now. reaching parts of you no one else will be able to reach. you’re ruined for me baby. now cum.”

you shudder as you cum on command, legs completely giving out while nayeon holds you up, still thrusting into you to help you ride out your orgasm.

it takes you a while to come down and back into your senses, nayeon doesn’t seem to leave your body, her fingers still fit snugly inside you while you flutter around the feeling of being full.

finally, when she’s had her fun, she props you back down onto the couch, you’re sprawled open, cum leaking out of you, one tit falling out of your bra, arms uselessly laid against your side.

she smirks at the sight, fixing herself in the mirror before looking back to you.

“i’ll talk to the directors about the film. you don’t have to worry your dumb little brain about that anymore. but it is a little weird for one of my publicity officers to be running lines with me, so i’m also gonna talk to them about bringing you on as one of my managers. that means you’re gonna move your pretty ass back into my apartment, bring all your things and whatever else you need, non-negotiable. i own you y/n. and i know deep down you still want me too.”

she takes her leave at that, leaving you exposed and sweaty, head empty except for the fact that she was right. you’d never be able to get enough of nayeon, you’d always be in this twisted, torturous cycle of misguided love and lust with her, and you brought it upon yourself.

[blqstar]

main mha boys finding out their s/o’s tiktok famous

↳ featuring ; midoriya, bakugou, shoto

content warning: black reader, fluff, a lil bit of crack too, mention on y/n’s big booty and boobies 😏, profanity + slurs, not proofread (as always tbh lmao)

note: i literally just came up with this on the spot, i was so busy daydreaming, thinking about this lmao. y’all i promise a oneshot finna come out, im def a d1 procrastinator lolll

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 — izuku midoriya !

deku honestly isn’t the person to be on social media that much. really because he’s out training most of the time

but every time he gets the chance, he comes across videos of you

and when i say every time, i mean every single time lmao

edits, little clips of you from your original tiktok, even your own tiktoks you make.

baby, when he sees you in that video, in them lil black shorts and crop top

y’all his ass is DROOLING

he’s honestly a little flabbergasted but at the same time, he’s not. he knows his princess is absolutely drop dead gorgeous so it’s really no surprise that you would go viral.

he ends up following you after a while and decides to ask you about it, assuming that you didn’t know about it yourself

“hey , bunny , did you know you’ve been going viral lately ?”

“yeah , you ain’t know ? i’m surprised you didn’t know before , zuku-poo “

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ — katsuki bakugou !

i feel kats ain’t a person to have social media, so he shol don’t have no damn tiktok🧍🏽‍♀️

“wtf is tiktak ?”

“kats , it’s tiktok .”

“whatever the fuck it’s called, i ain’t gettin’ that shit .”

with some persistence and a little bit of ‘pretty girl’ charm, he puts it on his phone (he be lyin like a mug lmao)

one particular day where he’s a lil bored, he decides to go on tiktok for the one time

and the first vid on his fyp is…you?

wtf??

he watches you lip sing a song wearing his color in a orange sundress, accentuating your butt and boobs

how many times he’s watched it? yes.

nigga has turned into an all out simp

after he’s looked, he goes through your comments and sees tons of guys simping for you too.

nigga’s boiling now

“HEY , WTF BABE ? TAKE THIS SHIT DOWN !”

“how about…no .”

“DON’T TELL ME NO , YOU WEIRDO !”

this man is an actual diva sometimes lmaoo

⋆⁺₊❅. — shoto todoroki !

like deku, he isn’t much of the type to have social media.

not just because of training but because he’s not really interested in those types of things. especially tiktok

but once he heard you talking about it to him the day before, he went to see what it was all about. (mans is obsessed w u like anything u talk abt he wants to know about lol)

and first thing he saw was you in a little black sundress and recording yourself in the mirror, showing off your figure

baby boy blushed (hes so cute)

he went through multiple clips and edits of you, even going through your profile and watching your videos.

during this, you were caught in the midst of it, watching his phone from behind

“babe~ , are you stalking my videos ?”

“yeah ofc , you look so gorgeous . send me the vids before you post next time . wanna be the first one to see ‘em .”

[blissfullyapillow]

₊˚⊹You being a complete degenerate around your boyfriend and very vulgar, but he loves it (he’ll never admit it though)

₊˚⊹fem reader

₊˚⊹wc: 4,764~

₊˚⊹Characters: Dan Heng (+ Imbibitor Lunae), Alhaitham, Neuvillette, Zhongli, Welt, Kaeya

₊˚⊹Warnings: NSFW MDNI, virgin reader (Welt), lots of teasing, thigh riding, cockwarming, two dicks (Zhongli), reader receiving oral, reader is referred to as wife (Kaeya)

₊˚⊹Pillow Talks: Inspired by the many horny Dan Heng Imbibitor Lunae & Neuvillette fics I’ve been reading

๋࣭ ⭑Masterlist 

Dan Heng ♡

༺♡༻

•You were bad enough when he was just another human to you, but when you discovered Imbibitor Lunae?

•The things you said to him would make even the most suave individual flustered

•He likes it though. Even though he pretends to be unbothered.

“Dan Heng, please.” Your begging falls on deaf ears as he continues to browse through the data bank.

“Silence. I will indulge your.. desires, once I have found what I’m searching for.” His grumbled reply fails to deter you.

“What you need to be searching for is my clit instead of-“ The rest of your sentence is cut off by a hand.

Your eyes glance up from his hand to his face, and his eyes glance every which way except in your direction.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop being so vulgar?” He sounds exasperated, annoyed even, yet he slowly pulls his hand away from your mouth knowing you’ll continue.

A smirk lifts your lips as you lean into him, pressing your soft chest against his firm one. You hear the breath he sucks in as his hands find purchase on your hips.

“Don’t you think about me Dan Heng? In the same way I think about you?” Your seductive words elict a pained groan from him, but he remains unmoving in his stance.

"Of course I do. I think about you ceaselessly.” Dan Heng’s husky voice is rapt with desire, and you to rub your thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the tension. You can already feel how wet your panties are, but you want Dan Heng to be the one to make that discovery.

“Then let’s-“ “Not until I update the data bank. I stopped partway through the last time you distracted me, and I still need to update the data bank with our recent discoveries from our last endeavor.”

Alright, he’s still not budging, but you can tell you’re starting to have an effect on him.

Let’s try a different approach.

“If I masturbate right now, will that get you in the mood?” Your eyes shine with delight when his blue orbs finally land on you, and you can see the barely concealed passion within his gaze.

“Or do you want to fuck me in front of a mirror? We can watch as I slowly sink down on your cock and I ride you nice and slow, just how you like it. Remember the last time I did that? You made the prettiest sounds for me Dan Heng~ Oh, and I know you like it when my nails scratch your back. I promise I’ll leave more marks this time….” As you speak, your hand trails along his arm, squeezing his bicep as your lidded eyes remain locked with his.

His stoic facade cracks slightly, his lips quirking upwards before it quickly returns to its neutral position.

Ah, but you finally feel something poking at you.

Progress.

“Hm? It seems like you like that idea.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders now, and slide your leg in between his.

He grunts, allowing you to do so.

Now your entire body is all but draped across Dan Heng, and you slowly rub your thigh up and down his clothed erection.

His eyes fall shut and a quiet moan escapes his pretty lips.

“Hmm? What was that sweetheart? I couldn’t hear you properly.” You whisper the words against the shell of his ear, teasing him, and you relish the way his hips rut against your thigh.

“I—…data….update….”The few words he manages to mutter come out broken and borderline incoherent.

“Hm?”

You have him right where you want him.

You suddenly remove yourself from him, and proceed to straighten yourself out. You struggle to conceal your smile as you adjust your clothes.

When you look up at Dan Heng, you’re met by a beautiful sight. He’s a bit confused, panting, and his entire face is flushed along with his ears. His erection is entirely evident, and a wet spot can be seen on his pants.

“I understand. You need to update the data bank right? I’ll leave you to it. Sorry for bothering you.” You send him a faux look of remorse as you turn around, ready to leave.

You only manage to take two steps away before you feel his arms roughly pull you back.

He all but slams you against the wall as his lips effortlessly slot against yours. You’re almost embarrassed by how loud your moan is.

This time, his leg is the one to slot between yours. His tongue wastes no time in bypassing your lips to explore your wet cavern, and his leg between your thighs are soon replaced by his hips.

He ruts his clothed arousal over you, and your body shivers at the delicious friction against your cunt.

Dan Heng pulls away momentarily, and desperate gasps leave him as he catches his breath.

You smile a victorious little grin at him. Your ears don’t miss the low growl he emits. “kiss me again, but- mphh!" He doesn’t let you finish your thought.

You soon find yourself on top of his futon, with his body hovering over yours.

"Lay down for me love, and let me do you how you deserve.”

Oh.

༺♡༻

Imbibitor Lunae ⋆˙⟡♡

“I wonder how many times you can make me cum with just your tail alone?” Your words cause him to stutter, and his flushed face meets your serious expression.

You’re currently situated on his lap, your hands permanently clued to his horns.

Why did he hide this form from you??

He looks gorgeous as the Dan Heng you know and love, but Imbibitor Lunae??

…

You’re one lucky girl.

He coughs, looking away from you. His fingers find the hem of your shirt, and they fumble with the material as your fingers firmly rub the base of his horns.

In lieu of a response, he chokes out a groan, as his body trembles in pleasure under you.

“That feels good. Keep going.” Even though his words aren’t inherently sexual, they cause your face to flush with warmth. You oblige his request, and your fingers lightly graze along the tips of his horns.

This time you feel more than hear the rumbling in his chest. He quickly buries his head into the crook of your neck, and you feel his canines brush along the skin there.

You whimper his name as your hands fall from his horns.

He doesn’t like that.

He growls, and his tail quickly manifests itself to wrap around your torso, holding you firmly in place.

“Did I say you can stop?” His voice is commanding. It’s a stark contrast from his usual sweetness, but it turns you on nonetheless.

“No.” Your response is simple and matter of fact, yet you make no move to resume your previous ministrations on his horns.

You jump when his hips suddenly buck against yours, and he uses the tip of his tail to slip past your undergarments.

A sharp gasp leaves you when you feel his tail brush along your folds, slick with arousal.

“You’re this wet for me already? I’ve hardly touched you, yet.” Dan Heng mocks you with a cocky smirk on his lips.

Instead of slipping his tail past your folds he pulls it back. He removes your clothes with inhuman speed, and his clothes soon fall into the same pile with yours.

His tail wraps around one of your legs, spreading you open for him.

He wastes no time in dipping his head between your legs, and licking a long stripe up your folds to your clit.

You moan his name, and your hands cling to his horns to ground yourself.

He growls. "I want you to be louder, my love." And his tongue works in earnest to give you the mind numbing pleasure you deserve.

༺♡༻

Alhaitham ⋆｡˚

•This man is having none of it, yet he subtlety encourages your behavior. In his own little way.

•On the off chance you catch him off guard you’ll get a cute, surprised little sound out of him

•Most of the time though, he doesn’t care. If he’s in the mood, he’ll indulge you. If not, he’ll just let you talk as he continues to do his own thing. He’ll still listen though, and put your ideas into action when he’s feeling more up to it.

“Don’t you have something else you need to be doing? Surely there are other ways to productively spend your free time.” Alhaitham clicks his tongue as his hand flips a page of his book.

You’ve been pestering him during said leisure time, poking at him, touching him, and you even invited yourself to sit on his lap.

He let you, yet he hasn’t looked up from the pages of his book.

Thankfully for you, he chose to wrap his strong arms around you as he continued to read.

“I don’t have something else I need to be doing, but I have someone I could be doing right now.”

You swear you see his lips quirk into a little grin, but the sight is gone as soon as it appeared.

“Is sitting on my lap not enough for you? I’m clearly occupied with important matters right now.” Alhaitham does not humor you, and his eyes scour the words on the page before his hand flips it over once more.

“Well I don’t particularly mind just sitting on your lap.. but why don’t we make things interesting? You can keep reading your book, and I can get what I want out of it too. It’s a win-win situation.” You propose your idea.

Alhaitham finally looks up from his book, a knowing glint in his eyes, but he humors you anyway.

“And what might that be?”

You smirk.

“What do you say to having my warm hole comfortably wrapped around your dick as you read? I promise I won’t move… well, no promises-but-!” “Go ahead.”

You’re almost surprised at how quickly he agrees and how nonchalant he sounds about it, but you’re not going to deny yourself.

That’s how you find yourself cockwarming Alhaitham as he continues to read. One of his hands firmly rests against your lower back, drawing soothing circles onto the skin.

You groan when you feel the way his dick jumps inside of you when you squirm.

“I thought you said you’d stay still?” Alhaitham teases you. “I did say no promises!” “But I agreed to do this on the condition that you’d be silent, correct?” You don’t have a retort to that since he’s right.

Alhaitham decided, once you were fully seated on his lap with his dick inside of you, that he would only continue to indulge you if you remained silent.

Then he proceeded to bounce his leg at random intervals and change position as he read, even though he wasn’t doing any of those things before you started cockwarming him.

“You’re a jerk. You know that?”

His smug grin shows you he damn well knows that already.

"Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?" Alhaitham chuckles, choosing to ignore your statement.

"Make me shut up then."

Oh, now that got his attention.

He shuts his book abruptly, and all of his attention turns to focus on you.

"You're wearing way too many clothes for what I have in mind." His says this matter of factly, and his fingers now toy with the hem of your clothes.

“Then take them off me.” You retort.

“You’ll have to get off my lap for me to do so, and I believe that’s not an option you’re willing to explore right now.”

Damn. He’s right.

“If I get off your lap can I cum on your face?” He rolls his eyes at your bold proposal.

“Only if you sit on my face. Not hover, sit.” His voice is huskier now, and his hand on your lower back pulls you closer to him.

“So you’ll fuck me with your tongue then? And I’ll get to see your lips slick with my cum?” Your words are sultry, and all too tempting for Alhaitham.

This time he audibly groans, and his dick jumps once again inside of you.

You squeeze him in reply.

That action alone is enough for Alhaitham’s lips to seek yours, and his tongue leaves no area inside your mouth unexplored.

When you begin to move your hips against his, he nibbles your lower lip in warning before his hands rest on your hips to hold you still.

You pull away with a pout, and he shakes his head at you in scolding.

“Not until you sit on my face. I need to taste you.”

…

Well, at least he isn’t reading his book anymore

༺♡༻

Neuvillette 𓆩♡𓆪

•Your words will either fluster him or you’ll get zero reaction. There’s no in between.

•Depending on what you say he’s either really soft and sweet or very demanding and rough. Whatever you’re both in the mood for honestly.

"I miss you in between my legs" You whisper against his ear.

He coughs and chokes a bit on the beverage he was drinking.

You gently pat his back, and he takes a moment to compose himself.

“I can spread myself nice and pretty for you sweetheart. Would you like that?” Your lips brush against his sensitive ear, and you press a lingering kiss right below it.

You adore the pink hue on his cheeks, along with the tight grip he has on the small cup in his hand.

“If you want we can start slow? I can just use your thighs, I can cum without you touching me. Can I get a reward if I do? Please?” You pathetically beg Neuvillette to ride his thigh, and your mouth begins to trail sloppy kisses down his neck.

He’s speechless, and frankly a bit turned on.

He refuses to respond right away as he contemplates your words.

“My love..” He starts. You perk up, temporarily stopping your onslaught of kisses. “Yes?” With that one word, uttered breathlessly, you manage to sound needy, desperate, and horny; you can’t bring yourself to care.

"Your wish is my command." His statement is followed by the gentle grip of his hands on your sides. He leisurely guides you onto his lap.

Once you’re positioned comfortably on one of his thighs, he spreads them a bit.

You glance down between his thighs, licking your lips as you fantasize about the beautiful dick you’ve had the honor of seeing many times now.

Neuvillette notices your intense gaze. He uses his fingers to gently lift your chin to look into his eyes. “You won’t get what you want unless you work for it. Be a good girl and pleasure yourself on my thigh.” A shiver runs down your spine from Neuvellite’s light praise, and you immediately get to work.

Your hands anchor themselves to his shoulders, and you start to move.

Neuvillette’s hands on your waist stops you, and your expression is now one of confusion.

“How do you expect to feel me properly through this bothersome fabric?” Neuvillette tsks. His hands slowly move up your body, stopping on your chest to give it a playful squeeze.

Your breath hitches and your hips move on his thigh in response.

“You need to strip first, so you can feel everything I have to offer you.” His words are hot, and they only make you more excited.

His iron grip on your person prevents you from getting off on his thigh, so you carefully strip as he watches you with lidded eyes.

You manage to remove all your articles of clothing, and you maneuver your legs to slide your panties off of you.

Before you can toss them to the side, Neuvillette grabs your panties from you and stuffs them away. “I’ll be keeping that. Now, show me what you can do my pretty girl.” He commands. His hands begin to wander as you begin humping his thigh in earnest.

A salacious moan leaves your lips as the fabric of his clothes create delightful friction against your clit. Your hips increase their pace, and you make sure to voice how much you’re enjoying this.

Your ears pick up Neuvellite’s groan, and he leans into you. You gasp, your hands clutching his shoulders, as his tongue runs along your now hardened nipple.

His mouth closes around the bud, and you feel the delightful flick of his tongue on your nipple once more.

He makes sure to show the other the same amount of attention with his fingers.

Pleasure racks your body at Neuvillette’s ministrations. A sound of surprise leaves you when Neuvillette bounces his thigh a bit, and you feel the muscles there tighten.

Neuvillette pulls away from your nipple to lovingly gaze at your expression of pleasure. “You make the prettiest sounds for me, Angel.” Then his mouth is on your other nipple.

He has to equally show both of them just how much he loves them, after all.

༺♡༻

Zhongli ‎♡‧₊˚

•It surprised him at first but he quickly grew used to it

•He finds it fun at times, and may even indulge you a bit

•other times, you test his patience in the best way that you know he loves

“I know it slaps your thigh when you walk.” He whips his head around to gap at you.

Honestly this is normal when it comes to you, yet you still manage to catch him off guard from time to time.

Zhongli’s chuckle is low, and full of warning.

“My dear, do you really think you should be telling me this while we’re out in public? What if someone overhears you..” He gracefully moves closer to you as the both of you continue your journey home.

“I don’t mind.” You reply, as if his concern was your embarrassment and not the prospect of people hearing such lewd comments come from that pretty mouth of yours.

He sighs as he places your hand in his, but he makes no further comment.

“What are you going to do if I don’t stop? Punish me?” The way you ask him is much too eager for his liking.

“I’m not sure if you can handle another one of my punishments again so soon. Do you recall how you couldn’t walk for hours after your last punishment?” Zhongli’s words are firm, yet there’s a dangerous edge to them.

If you push it, you’ll get what you want.

So, you purposely pretend to ‘bump into him’ as you walk side by side, and you topple over onto him. He stops, helping to hold you up before you can fall to the ground.

He sounds a bit panicked as he asks “Are you okay dear? Do you need my assist…” The rest of the word dies in his throat when you place your hand on his crotch, using it as ‘leverage’ to lift yourself up.

You have the audacity to squeeze the area before you let go, straightening yourself once more.

To the public eye, you appear apologetic and overly remorseful as you apologize to your lover for “toppling over so suddenly.”

When you meet his gaze, his irises are stormy and his grip on your hand is tight.

Oh, he’s pissed.

“It is alright darling. Let us get you inside so I can make sure you are okay.” Zhongli sounds polite and even concerned as he quickly ushers you the rest of the short distance home, but you can read between the lines.

He’s going to ruin you.

As soon as the door to your shared abode is gently closed shut, and locked, your body is roughly slammed against the door.

Zhongli’s mouth is on yours and you barely have time to catch your breath. His hands begin to disrobe you, and you moan in his mouth as you kiss.

When he moves away his teeth gently pulls on your bottom lip, and it sends you into a frenzy.

“Do you always have to go out of your way to be too much for me to handle? It drives me crazy.” Zhongli growls the words against the shell of your ear.

You grin as your arms wrap around him, pulling him against you. “I try always to be too much for you." Your cheeky little grin only makes his gaze darken further, and that’s when you know you won’t be able to walk once he’s finished with you.

“By the way…” He whispers, his hands rest on your inner thigh as he waits to finish his statement.

“They do slap my thigh when I walk.”

༺♡༻

Welt ₊˚⊹♡⸝⸝

•Unruffled. Seriously. You can say the most lewd thing you can think of and at most he’ll send a small smile your way.

•More than happy to indulge you on whatever desires you have, he’s okay with experimenting.

•If you happen to catch him off guard with your words, you’ll catch the rare sight of a flustered Welt

“I’ve been wondering what it feels like to be stuffed to brim with someone’s cum. Could you enlighten me?” Your question is loud and clear, with no hesitation in your voice.

Welt slowly turns to face you, staring long and hard at you.

“I certainly could.. enlighten you on that matter, but are you sure this is something you really want?” Welt’s words are kind in nature, and he moves to sit beside you on his bed.

You’ve been in a relationship with Welt for a long time now, and he’s grown quite used to your.. expressive nature.

Even so, you’ve never actually partook in that activity with anyone before. Welt knew that, so although your words were very vulgar, and very true, he insisted that you two wait until you were sure you were ready.

Out of all the times Welt has offered to take care of you, you feel complete confidence that you’re ready to accept his offer now.

“I’m sure.” Your voice is self assured and full of confidence. Welt chuckles, and his hand moves to rest on your thigh. He doesn’t move it, but the weight of his hand is enough to soothe what little nerves you had.

“Alright then. Show me how you do it when you touch yourself. We can take it from there.”

Oh. Uh..

He looks at you, and he can only sigh. Your face says it all.

“You’ve never even touched yourself?” His words aren’t harsh nor reprimanding. If anything, he’s a bit surprised.

“I’ve just.. never had the urge to..?” You phrase it more like a question, but there’s truth in your words.

Welt says nothing as he moves to hover over you. You lie down on your back and look up at Welt. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was completely unbothered by everything, if not for the slight pinkness to his cheeks.

“We’ll start slow then. Can I touch you?” At your approval, Welt wastes no time in connecting your lips.

He starts slow, and soon you two build up to a heated make out session. Now, Welt’s hand slowly rubs up and down your thigh.

He waits until your tense muscles relax under his touch, and that’s when he slowly moves his hand towards your inner thigh.

He cautiously runs two of his fingers up your folds, still covered by the fabric of your clothes. You shiver and mewl, squeezing your legs together.

Welt’s hands firmly grasp your legs to spread them apart. His lips leave yours to speak to you.

“Now now, how am I supposed to make you feel good if you hide yourself? Let me help you out of this..” Welt strips you, with your watchful gaze on him the entire time, and soon you lay before him in only your bra and panties.

He strips himself down to his boxers so you don’t feel so uncomfortable being exposed.

He runs his fingers over your folds once more, and this time he can feel just how soaked your panties are.

Something akin to a grunt leaves him, and his fingers slowly remove your panties.

“You’re so wet just from making out. It makes me want to ruin you.”

His words make you clench around nothing.

Welt lowers himself to be situated in front of your now exposed cunt, and he lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders.

Your heart beats faster in your chest, and almost as if Welt senses this, he glances at you.

“No need to worry. I got you.” His words soothe something inside of you, but his tongue ignites a burning flame within you as it skillfully gathers up your slick arousal.

You cover your mouth with your hand, the feeling surprisingly pleasant.

“Does this feel good?” Welt’s words are a bit muffled as he talks while eating you out, and the vibrations of his voice makes your toes curl and your head fall back.

“Y-Yeah..” You moan.

You’re sure if you could see his face, you’d see a smile right now.

“Good. I’ll take care of you, just relax.”

And take care of you he did. Thoroughly.

༺♡༻

Kaeya ⋆˙⟡♡

•Honestly it’s hard to fluster this man with lewd words alone.

•If anything, it slowly turns into “try not to get flustered by Kaeya” as he becomes very handsy and equally, if not more, vulgar than you.

•He loves it when you talk to him like that though. Nothing turns him on more than you knowing what you want, and making sure he knows it too.

"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." Kaeya’s sultry whisper isn’t enough to make you heed his command.

He’s currently pressed against you, and you’re trapped underneath him on your shared bed. “Oh, how tragic. My adorable wife won’t even spare a glance in my direction. Whatever shall I do?” You’re not falling for Kaeya’s faux sadness.

You can feel just how excited this situation makes him.

Said excitement rubs along your inner thigh, and you can feel the tip rub along your folds.

“Stop teasing and just put it in already.” You whine. If your eyes were open you’d see a wicked grin on his face.

“Now sweetheart, weren’t you the one who said you wanted me to.. hmm.. what was it again? ‘I want you to breed me full of your cum.’ ‘Don’t stop until I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.’ ‘Don’t bother teasing me back this time, use that smooth tongue of yours for something else.’ Were those not your exact words? Am I remembering things incorrectly, my lovely wife?” Kaeya’s smooth voice repeats your lewd words right back at you, against the shell of your ear.

His mouth occupies itself with nibbling on your earlobe before it moves to your neck. As he begins to harshly suck on the area, you know he’ll only continue until he finally gets what he wants out of you. So, you slowly open your eyes.

Almost as if he senses it, he finishes giving you a wonderful bruise on your neck before he pulls back to look at you.

“There’s my pretty girl.” His words are followed by the swift action of him stuffing you full with his cock.

Your moan is so loud he chuckles, and his hands trace circles along the skin of your hip.

He doesn’t move though. He stays completely still.

“I want to hear you beg.” He demands.

Your eyes take in his serious expression, and you know he’ll have no problem staying like this with you the whole night; He won’t move unless you do what he’s asked of you.

“I.. Kaeya..” You mutter softly, hesitant to beg.

“Hmm? What did my sweet little angel say? You’ll have to speak louder, so your doting husband can satisfy your needs. I can’t do that unless I know what those needs are though, right?”

Oh, this little shit.

“Kaeya, please stuff me full of your cum! Don’t stop until it’s leaking out, and even then keep giving me your seed. I need you Kaeya. You’re the only one who can satisfy me. Only you. Please..” Kaeya’s gaze darkens when your beautiful whines reach his ears, and he shifts a bit to better position himself.

“Arch your back for me.” Is all he says.

So you do, and thus begins a night full of love making.

He made good on your request and stuffed you full of his cum, and he made sure your hole didn’t let a single drop escape.

[charles-leclerizz]

🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑ sultry vindications

🏁 Pairings : Max verstappen X fem! Reader

🏁 Warnings : Smut, just straight smut. warning below the cut

🏁 Word Count : 2.7k words (2763 words)

🏁 Summary : Today, of all days, is the worst time to tease your boyfriend. And sometimes, you just neeed to take a long, hard look in the mirror to realise

🏁 translations via radio comm below

🏁 credits : word dividers by @cafekitsune, motivation by @vroomvroomcircuit

🏁 Music player : Perfect strangers by Jonas blue, JP Cooper

warning : Swearing, p in v, fem recieving! oral, spit talk, spanking, dirty words [like damn], reeader is a brat lmk if I missed any <33

“-So I told her that, if you need me to bury a dead body, I have the money and the skill.” You spoke into the phone, giggling with your best friend as you walked throughout your apartment, throwing odd pieces of clothing into your arms.

“I know! I would be amazing at it.” You sighed, shoving the dirty laundry into the open machine before shutting the door with your hip and pressing a few buttons haphazardly.

Crossing over the foyer, you fall onto the sofa, laying your head back against the headrest, “Yeah, and then he had the audac- umpph.” You stop mid-sentence, grunting under the weight of a heavy head being rested on your shoulder.

“Oh, hey baby,” you whisper, glancing down at Max, whose face was still buried into your sweater, merely getting a groan of confirmation from him, “Yeah…okay I’ll call you back Kika.”

You throw the device further down the couch, burying your free hands into his hair, “Hey schat-“ He groaned, picking up his neck to launch the rest of his body over the back of the sofa and land clumsily next to you, nose diving into the pillows,”- Neuk mij.”

“Oh, okay.” You raised an eyebrow at him, watching as he pushed himself upright, “You look…annoyed?”

“Yeah- I am.” He grumbled, throwing his head back, “Couldn’t get past even half of my normal weight today.”

“Awh, c’mon Maxie, that isn’t too bad,” You cooed at him, throwing your leg over his to slot it between his thighs as you scooched closer to him.

“That’s like 90kg schat,” He glanced at you, eyebrows furrowing when you stifled a laugh, “You’re laughing.”

“I mean yeah,” You shrugged, “It’s funny watching the big bad max, turn into nothing but, this-“You gestured to him, legs spread widely as he stared at you, arms crossed over one another, “Because what? You weren’t as testosterone-y as you wanted to be?”

You leaned over to kiss his cheek and ruffle his sweaty hair, leaving the thick strands to fall over his creased forehead, “It’s okay, you’ll always be my softy.” Leaving him in the living room, you went to the kitchen, suddenly reminded of the dishes that say waiting to be put away in the washer.  

“Really? Soft?” He grumbled, suddenly appearing behind you, thick arms looped around your waist.

“As a cloud,” You smirked, attempting to wriggle free of his vice-like grip, to no avail, “Babe, let me go.”

Gasping, you felt him twist you around and rested his forehead against yours, his usual baby blue eyes becoming a darker sapphire, “Take it back.”

You harrumphed, crossing your arms over and puffing out your chest, “make me.’ You narrowed your eyes at him, despite the erratic thundering of your heart.

Max matched your gaze, usually wide eyes squinted to a menacing stare before he kissed you. Unlike every other time he kissed you, his lips claimed yours, ensnaring you in an intoxicating haze that made your knees buckle and thank the heavens for the strong grip he had around your waist. He pressed you against the sink, disregarding the annoyed squeal that you let out when the back of your dress became soaked, instead he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

The taste of him stained your taste buds, making you gasp and moan against him, wrenching your hands away from the counter to instead, latch them onto any part of his body they found available, moving sporadically from his thick shoulders to his grabbable waist and up until his neck where you had tugged at his hair in just the right way that made him groan and guide the pair of you away from the kitchen.

“shit” You gaped, licking your lips savouring his flavour melded with yours, unwanting to flutter open your eyes, lest the fog be pierced through with the unwanted clarity of your reality.

Thankfully, Max met you halfway between your desperate attempts of pulling him against your chest and dove to your exposed neck, sandwiching you between his form and the wall mere inches away from your bedroom door.

He sucked and nipped at your tender skin, trailing his lips down from your ear to the column of your neck, until your collarbone, where he found purchase on the area which made you gasp and arch into his hold, “You ready to take it back yet?” He smirked against you, watching his passion form into multiple purple-ish love bites.

“Not, hah, not really.” You attempt to shrug, but instead your eyes fly open when you feel him press his thigh against your core, “Ohh, you play dirty.” You hiss, bringing him away from your neck to slot your lips together once more, this time properly fighting for dominance with him, your faces melding against each other languidly as heavy breathes left both of you in tumultuous pants.

You barely registered the door clicking upon until he had you locked against the backside of it caging you between his arms, both palms braced next to your head as you cradled his cheeks in your hands.

“Off.” You demanded, tugging at his shirt, barely inching away so that he could rip off the article, throwing it somewhere for it to be collected later.

Your eyes glittered as you admired his chest, muscles rippling and pecs heaving as he shivered when your nails tugged at his nipples ever-so slightly.

Max held you again, this time trailing one of his hands up and under the material of your shirt, until his fingers breached the band of your bra, and instead of doing thee sane thing.

Max pulled away from your lips, looking at you expectantly for your retraction of your statement, consequently when you didn’t give him what he wanted, he hooked his fingers upwards and tore through the material. Leaving only the sound of your squeal and ripping fabric to permeate in the room.

“Max, that was prada, do you seriously need to cave-man your way through things?”

“Watch your mouth.” He answered darkly.

“Or what?”

“I’ll fuck it.”

You stared at him, the overwhelming butterflies had morphed into something darker, needier, controlling you in a way that made you want him to grab you buy the hair and shove his length down your throat until you cried.

“Do it.”

“Really?”

“You too chicken?”

Max gripped your wrist, pulling you towards the mirror, positioning you until you could see both of your reflections perfectly in the large surface, both of you were red, cheeks flushed and chests rising and falling rapidly.

“Strip.”

“What are you, the TSA?”

He growled and dropped to his knees before gripping your lounge pants and tugged them off as well, letting them pool at your ankles, leaving you in just a sweater and panties, exposed to your own eyes as your gaze remained transfixed on his.

You whine and nearly double over when you felt his finger prod the wet fabric that remained soaked over your folds, “You don’t stop watching, schat, want you watching me as I fuck you senseless.” You shiver as he brings his mouth closer towards the leaking cotton, hot breath fanning over your slick covered clothing.

“Stop-“ You whimper, tugging at the waistband, begging for him to give it the same treatment as your bra, “Take, hah, take it off. Please”

“Not so bold anymore, are you?” He chides, bringing one hand away from your thigh to deliver a harsh slap to your ass, hovering over your rippling skin to soothe the sting, “Hm? Too whored out to listen now?”

“I should be getting paid for this then.” You breathe out, laughing to yourself until he meets your dazed eyes in the mirror. Keeping you transfixed on his movements, Max shucks the crotch of your panties to the side too dip a singular finger into your folds before he nudges your clit and blows cool air onto the throbbing bundle.

You hiss and brace yourself on your knees, pushing back against his face, “Ahh, Fuck.”

Max grins, and licks a fat stripe within your pussy, clicking his tongue when he feels you flutter around the muscle and tastes your lust again, and again. Until you’re shaking and moaning, struggling to keep an eye on the reflective surface ahead.

“Don’t stop” You beg, arching backwards until your hands find his hair and you begin to guide his head against your sex, the feeling of euphoria ever rising in quick leaps and bounds.

Until it doesn’t.

You gasp sharply and almost scream when Max detaches from you with a satisfied sigh, a dazed look in his eyes as he watches tears prick on your eyelashes and you turn to look at him, betrayed, “What? You looked away,” He shrugged, standing up again before wiping at his mouth and licking the glistening wetness from his fingers.

You blubbered, mouth moving silently as no sound managed to escape your throat.

“Yes?” Max watched patiently as you crumpled and sunk to the floor infront of him, obediently waiting on your knees, “Look so verdomd perfect.” He hummed, tilting his head affectionately before crooking his fingers and gesturing for you to approach him at his perch on your shared bed.

Just as you were about to stand upright and scurry to him, Max tutted and with his foot, kept a heavy weight on your back. Your eyes widened up at his smug expression, until you grumbled under your breath and scuffled closer to him on your hands and knees.

A painfully embarrassed blush leached into your cheeks, “God- so humiliating.” You hiss, resting your cheek against his thigh.

“You wanna listen now?” Max bit his lip when you paused mid-eye roll, nose twitching when the once tender graze of his fingers against your chin turned into a harsher pull.

“Yeah, just really want to…” You trail off, a self-aware silence donning your tongue.

“You’re going to have to tell me..”

“I would rather not.”

“Well-“ He nodded and began to rise ”-that saves time.”

“No, no-“ You tug at his pant leg, “really want to..cum.” You bitterly mutter.

Max hummed in approval, hand coming to pet your head, “See? Was that so hard?”

“Yes.”

He tugged your head back using your hair, smiling cruelly when you hissed but giggled, “Fucking twisted… You like this, don’t you?” He waited over your open mouth before colleccting spit in his mouth, and dropped the degrading drop into your waiting mouth.

“’Dunno.” You gulped, gasping at the searing hot feeling that scuttled over your chest and throat.

“You sure?”

He guided you up, pulling your panties off simultaneously before sitting you onto his lap, balancing you on his spread thighs, “You sure?” Max cocked his head at you, holding your neck with one hand, the other keeping your waist in place against him.

“Crystal fucking clear.” You’re half tempted to spit on him but refrain from doing so when he arches a daring brow at you.

He swivelled you around in his hold, facing both of you into the mirror once again, but this time, you're back is flush against his chest, head resting limply on his shoulder until his fingers comes up to guide your gaze on his other hand that goes down to his gym shorts.

You shudder when he pulls out his cock, tall and proud in his fist with a red tip leaking pre-cum that made your mouth water and eyes shine.

Max chuckles at your expression, and slaps the tip against your ass a few times, “See that mijn hoer? Look how cockdrunk you look.”

“In, Max, please.” You beg quietly, shaking your hips in hopes he would slip it into your aching hole and heal you of the needy pit that had begun to blossom since the first time he left you high and dry.

“Didn’t hear you schat, speak up.” He ran his dick up and down the seam of your pussy, coating it in your juices and hissed when you shot up, feeling him barely slip into you.

“Please, fuck, Please I’ll do anything, just please fuck me, Goddamit Max I swe-“ You’re cut off by a medley of both your moans as he pushes in his length, “Fuck-“ You squeal, watching as you barely manage to sink down half way, “So big, feel so full Maxie, wanna take all of you though, wanna take it all.” You drool dumbly, forcing your hips lower despite the iron grip he has on them.

“Desperate, aren’t you?” He bites your ear before trailing soft kisses up and down the column pf your neck, even deviating away to pepper his lips at the back of your throat and down your spine.

“Yeah” You follow along, pushing further until you could feel a delightful resistance to your determination and your breathing labours.

“You’ll get hurt-“ He protests, already gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw in an attempt to stave of the luxurious pleasure, “Don’t, I’m serious.”

You interrupt his warning by pressing with more force, until you slip down his length rapidly, causing him to choke and groan, dark, ocean eyes rolling back as he lets himself fall back against the bed, “Fuck, schat, why- why would you do that?”

Ignoring his protest, you roll your hips, moaning loudly when his tip nudges the spongy part furthest within you. You continue to take pleasure from Max, biting your lips and bouncing on his cock with his help, of course, revelling in the feeling of his wandering hand coming up to tweak your nipples our cup your bouncing breasts from his position, laying down on the thick comforter that remained ruined beneath him.

The feeling approaches again, hesitantly like the playful shore breaching the sand and you welcome the sparks of passion with a guttural moan, until Max stops your reverent movements, causing you twitch and whine helplessly, the jittery sea already cresting away from you, taking its astringent sweetness along with it.

“Max.” You scold kicking your legs out.

“You” He thrusts up one, snickering when you fall forward, “Looked” He thrusts again, this time sitting up and plastering his sweaty chest to your back, “Away.” He thrusts once more before stilling and watching as the haze filters out of your pupils, leaving you just as wheepy as you once were, if not more.

“I was so close,” You cried, fat tears running down your cheeks, “You and this stupid mirror,” You curse, sniffling when his fingers came up to wipe away the tears sweetly.

“C’mon,” He urges, guiding your hips once more, “I know you can do it” Max encourages.

“I’m gonna beat your ass.” You promise, allowing him to bind both of your hands together behind your back with his own nimble fingers.

“Sure you will.” He satiates your mindless babbling, watching, amused as you begin to rut your hips continually, clenching around his cock in a way that makes him delirious.

Guiding you, Max controls your movements, one hand around your wrist whilst the other remains tucked between your thighs, tapping, and circling your clit until you begin to quiver and shake around him, just this time, your eyes remain glued ahead.

Whether you’re focusing or not, is another question, but even as your jaw goes slack and eyelashes flutter, your eyes remain open.

Max slaps harshly against your bundle of nerves, grunting throatily when you clench even harder and twitch in beetween your rabid bounces, “Doing so well f’me, yeah?”

You nod your head numbly, spit escaping between your lips and trailing down between your breasts, “Gonna cum Maxie.” You mumble, thighs already quaking and squeezing closed as Max follows suit, his grip on your body intensifying tenfold and cock pulsating until you can feel ropes of cum shoot within your walls, painting your insides with white.

This prompts you to moan, and throw your head back, finally giving up on the inter-personal staring contest to experience the long sought after wash of titillating pleasure and toe-curling bliss that makes your irises disappear within your skull.

Your vision spotted and faded a few times, until you could feel familiar pads of fingers run against your jaw, tapping gently, “Mijn liefje?”

“Mijn liefje? ben je oke?” Max asked again, this time shaking your head slightly, which remained limp against now what seemed to be his arm that wrapped like a poised snake around your breasts, balancing your chin.

“So good.” You confirm, weakly giving a thumbs up before noticing the slight red marks that adorned your wrists, which prompted you to hiss and inspect them, despite the lack of pain.

“Oh shit, does it hurt?” He took your wrists from you, pressing feather light kisses against them whilst rubbing his thumb against the skin, all whilst also brushing your hair out of your face.

“Max you are still inside of me.” You sass, clenching around him as proof, which makes him shudder and wheeze before going back to soothing your skin.

“Yeah, but it looks like it hurts” He coos, bringing a hand down to your ass, where visible handprints were already forming.

“It doesn’t”

“Yeah, it does.” His blonde eyebrows crease with worry as he leans further back, his eyes darting between the bright red indents of his fingers on your hips and the few dozen of love bites that seem to spread through the expanse of your backside, leading futher to your front.

“No max,” You hold his face, kissing his nose once before biting his cheek playfully, “It really doesn’t, I like them- you marked your territory” your voice drops, following his expressions closely, with a cheeky smile.

“What?”

“It means, I’m yours.”

“Well...” He clears his throat once, adjusting himself and you, so that you were now comfortably laying on the bed beneath his hungry, predatory gaze, still buried deep inside you, “You cannot blame me for what happens next.”

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📻 Kchh...Dutch....to english....over

schat - Darling/Love/Babe [term of endearment]

Neuk mij - Fuck me

verdomd perfect - Damn perfect

mijn hoer - My whore

Mijn liefje - My darling

Mijn liefje? ben je oke - My darling? are you OK

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🩸.𖥔 ݁˖ Your Dark Side (Based on Your Rising Sign, Chart Ruler or Moon).𖥔 ݁˖ 🩸

Your Dark Side & Astrology

When talking about shadow side, we refer to parts of ourselves that we may not fully recognize or even want to admit to. These are traits that are often reflected in how we respond to others, particularly in relationships and interactions.

• Rising Sign and the 7th House: The 1st House, where the Ascendant sits, is associated with self-awareness and identity. Opposite the 1st House is the 7th House, which is often called the "House of Relationships." The 7th House reflects qualities we may project onto others, seeing these traits more clearly in them than in ourselves. This is why it’s often connected to our “shadow side.” The 7th House often holds the qualities or aspects of ourselves we might deny–maybe even suppress. These traits, which we may be reluctant to acknowledge, show up through the people we attract or our experiences in partnerships. This can lead to challenging interactions that ultimately serve as mirrors, helping us understand our dark sides and learn from them.

If you're not familiar with your 7th House (Descendant) Sign, here's a cheat sheet to help you:

(Using Whole Signs: If you're a Libra Rising, your 7H is in Aries. If you're an Aries Rising, your 7H is in Libra. Pretty straight forward, right?)

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• Chart Ruler: The Chart Ruler is a highly personal and influential planet in our charts. Because the Chart Ruler is so personal, its influence can reveal both strengths and shadow aspects of our personality. As the most personal planet in the chart, the Chart Ruler can point to areas where we might not see ourselves objectively or may overlook our underlying motivations. It’s a part of the self we naturally express but may also struggle to fully understand or control.

• Moon: Since the Moon governs our instinctual and automatic responses, it can expose aspects of our shadow side by revealing our deeply ingrained patterns, particularly in stressful or emotionally charged situations. In other words, the Moon can show us areas of our personality where we may be prone to emotional reactivity.

When Does The Shadow Side Come Out to Play?

The shadow side of each person usually emerges during moments when our defenses crumble, when we’re stressed, or emotionally charged. It can appear as a sudden reaction, sometimes surprising even us, as it surfaces in situations where we feel pressured. In moments of conflict or intense stress, the shadow self often comes out as a defense, a raw part of us that feels the need to protect and assert. When someone feels overwhelmed, their shadow traits might suddenly become more noticeable.

At other times, the shadow side appears during experiences of personal transformation or profound change. Navigating through unfamiliar territories can call forth hidden aspects of our personalities that are triggered by uncertainty or self-doubt. In close relationships, too, the shadow side can emerge as we let our guard down, becoming more open to attachment and various insecurities.

The shadow side is especially reactive to unresolved issues or past traumas. In certain situations that remind us of old wounds, our shadow can rise up as a protective mechanism, reflecting aspects of ourselves that we haven’t yet fully acknowledged or healed. For example, if someone has felt rejected in the past, they might respond to even mild criticism with defensiveness or avoidance, the shadow side stepping in as a means of safeguarding against past pain.

Rather than perceiving them as weaknesses, noticing when and why the shadow side appears is a powerful way to integrate these aspects into a more balanced self. Each time these traits emerge, they invite us to confront what we’ve kept hidden and to grow toward a more complete understanding of who we truly are.

🩸LIBRA RISING (7H ARIES)

Impulsive, charges forward without a second thought, headstrong and unyielding, sometimes reckless, often acts before thinking, quick to anger, struggles with patience, short temper, can be confrontational and abrasive, thrives on challenge but can create conflict needlessly, stubborn, refuses to back down even when it might be wise, often views compromise as weakness, fiercely independent to a fault, rejects help even when needed, can be selfish, struggles with empathy, tends to focus on personal gain, easily bored, restless, sometimes inconsiderate of others’ needs, prioritizes personal desires, can appear arrogant, feels the need to be right, desires to dominate and control, unwilling to take criticism, impulsive decision-maker, risks hurting others with blunt honesty, lacks tact, rushes through tasks, driven by ego, can overlook consequences, defensive when challenged, doesn’t easily accept others’ authority, prefers to do things their way, struggles with accountability, resistant to slowing down or reflecting, thrives in chaos, can create turmoil just to feel alive, unafraid of confrontation even if it isolates them, sees vulnerability as a weakness, craves intensity over stability, needs constant change and thrill, can be careless with others' emotions, values independence over collaboration.

🦇 SCORPIO RISING (7H TAURUS)

Resists change at all costs, stubborn, digs in heels even when it’s unhelpful, unyielding, clings tightly to comfort zones, overly materialistic, values possessions over experiences, can be possessive in relationships, struggles to let go, holds grudges for too long, slow to forgive, overindulges in comforts and pleasures, prone to laziness, procrastinates when things get difficult, resistant to new ideas, highly skeptical, can be rigid and inflexible, overly focused on stability, avoids risks, dislikes spontaneity, often chooses routine over adventure, can be possessive and jealous, dislikes sharing what’s "theirs," overly focused on security, fears the unknown, hesitant to step outside of familiar territory, can be overly cautious, struggles with compromise, desires to control their surroundings, reluctant to change perspectives, can become greedy, overly concerned with status and wealth, tends toward complacency, avoids confrontation but quietly resents, holds onto outdated beliefs, resists others' opinions, overprotective, struggles to adapt when plans shift, highly resistant to letting go of control, sometimes overvalues comfort over growth, dislikes disruptions, feels threatened by change, fears stepping out of their "safe" bubble, overly focused on what they “have” rather than who they “are.”

🧙 SAGITTARIUS RISING (7H GEMINI)

Hard to pin down, restless and easily bored, struggles with focus, scattered in thoughts and actions, unreliable, changes opinions frequently, unpredictable, can be superficial, skims the surface without diving deep, avoids commitment, flits from one thing to the next, easily distracted, lacks follow-through, talks more than listens, sometimes manipulative with words, overly charming to get their way, prone to gossip, can be two-faced, struggles with honesty when uncomfortable, avoids confrontation by saying what others want to hear, often indecisive, quick to change direction, avoids depth for the sake of variety, can be insincere, prioritizes novelty over stability, thrives in chaos but creates it too, overthinks and overanalyzes, tends toward anxiety, lives too much in their head, lacks grounding, can lose interest in people or projects suddenly, struggles with loyalty, can be self-centered in conversations, often fails to follow up, fears routine and predictability, struggles with stillness, gets caught up in petty dramas, prefers surface-level connections, plays mind games, always looking for “something better,” struggles to sit with discomfort, sometimes spreads misinformation without realizing, fears being tied down, thrives on variety but lacks direction, uses wit to deflect vulnerability, hides behind humor and charm to avoid depth.

🔮 CAPRICORN RISING (7H CANCER)

Overly sensitive, easily hurt, holds onto past wounds, clingy in relationships, can be smothering, struggles to let go, deeply insecure, needs constant reassurance, easily becomes emotionally overwhelmed, highly reactive, moody and unpredictable, avoids confrontation but harbors resentment, passive-aggressive when upset, often plays the victim, struggles to set boundaries, overly protective, fearful of rejection, afraid to trust, hides true feelings behind a tough shell, withdrawn when hurt, avoids vulnerability by building emotional walls, manipulative when feeling insecure, can use guilt to control others, overly nostalgic, stuck in the past, reluctant to move forward, fearful of change, highly possessive, tends toward jealousy, sees others’ needs as a threat to their own security, can be overly self-sacrificing to gain approval, sometimes uses kindness as a way to feel needed, reluctant to forgive, easily becomes attached, struggles to differentiate their emotions from others’, hypersensitive to criticism, overthinks others’ words and actions, emotionally dependent, fears being alone, easily takes on others’ emotional burdens, withdrawn but resentful when ignored, prone to holding grudges, struggles with emotional balance, overly focused on family to the point of neglecting self, resistant to rational perspectives, finds it hard to release resentment, constantly seeks reassurance, clings to those who comfort them, fearful of abandonment, often expects others to sense their needs, internalizes others’ emotions, tends to lose themselves in relationships, overprotective to a fault, can become emotionally manipulative to keep loved ones close.

🖤 AQUARIUS RISING (7H LEO)

Craves admiration, easily offended when not the center of attention, can be arrogant, overly proud, struggles with humility, thrives on validation, easily becomes jealous of others’ success, can be self-centered, dismissive of others’ needs, overly dramatic, attention-seeking, exaggerates for effect, struggles to admit faults, prone to vanity, overly focused on appearance, holds grudges when ego is bruised, unwilling to share the spotlight, can be controlling, seeks constant recognition, struggles to compromise, expects others to cater to them, fears losing status, can become bossy, fixated on being “the best,” overly invested in others’ opinions, often neglects others' perspectives, takes credit even when undeserved, overstates their own importance, hides insecurities behind bravado, can be domineering in relationships, feels threatened by others' talents, seeks flattery over honesty, prone to overconfidence, exaggerates achievements, resists sharing attention, thrives on drama, easily becomes possessive, can be dismissive of those who don’t feed their ego, sees others' flaws before their own, fears being ordinary, can be overly critical, thrives on being adored but struggles to adore in return, refuses to accept limitations, prioritizes image over authenticity.

🕯️PISCES RISING (7H VIRGO)

Urealistic standards, nitpicky and fault-finding, perfectionist to a fault, struggles to relax, constantly anxious about details, overly focused on flaws, hyper-judgmental, hard on themselves and others, reluctant to delegate, can be controlling, fears things being “out of place,” overly cautious, overly focused on efficiency, tends to micromanage, struggles to see the big picture, often misses joy in pursuit of perfection, overly self-critical, tends toward worry and pessimism, can be dismissive of others' emotions, skeptical, overthinks and obsesses over small issues, prone to stress, neglects self-care, fears disorder, critical under the guise of “helping,” concerned with appearances, avoids emotional messiness, reluctant to show weakness, fears failure deeply, resents those who don’t match their work ethic, undervalues intuition, struggles with self-compassion, prone to burnout, overtly modest but craves acknowledgment, avoids taking credit even when deserved, focuses on improvement over appreciation, avoids asking for help, skeptical of others’ intentions, easily becomes overwhelmed, sets impossible expectations, neglects emotional needs, and struggles to accept imperfections in themselves and others.

☠️ ARIES RISING (7H LIBRA)

Struggles to make choices, can be superficial, prioritizes appearances over authenticity, fears upsetting others, overly dependent on others’ approval, often suppresses true feelings, overly accommodating, self-sacrificing to maintain harmony, passive-aggressive when frustrated, struggles with boundaries, fears being disliked, overly focused on pleasing everyone, reluctant to take a stand, avoids responsibility to keep things "neutral," can be manipulative to avoid direct conflict, fears making the “wrong” choice, indecisiveness leads to procrastination, resists change, often relies on others to make decisions, can be insincere, struggles to assert themselves, hides their true opinions, sometimes naive, fears loneliness, overly dependent on relationships, can be clingy, seeks validation through others, can be passive in love and friendships, sometimes lacks authenticity, easily influenced by others’ opinions, reluctant to commit fully, often changes to fit others' expectations, avoids taking sides, sometimes lacks depth, concerned with social image, hesitant to express needs, values charm over honesty, can be emotionally detached, uses charm to deflect issues, fears rejection, values external beauty, struggles with self-identity, and often prioritizes others' happiness over their own well-being.

👁️ TAURUS RISING (7H SCORPIO)

Hides true intentions, struggles with trust, fears betrayal, highly suspicious, prone to jealousy, possessive in relationships, can be vengeful, holds grudges for a long time, reluctant to forgive, fixated on control, emotionally intense to the point of overwhelming others, driven by hidden motives, tests others’ loyalty, prone to obsession, finds it hard to let go, defensive, can be emotionally ruthless, struggles with vulnerability, fears exposing weaknesses, thrives on power dynamics, sometimes plays mind games, finds it hard to forget past hurts, highly sensitive but hides it, has a hard time trusting anyone fully, fears abandonment, harbors resentment, overly focused on “all or nothing” extremes, struggles with compromise, can become fixated on revenge, may use silence as punishment, suspicious of others' intentions, struggles to forgive perceived disloyalty, prone to paranoia, doesn’t easily open up to others, struggles to let go of people or situations, can be relentless in pursuit of personal goals at the expense of relationships.

🕸️ GEMINI RISING (SAGITTARIUS 7H)

Blunt to the point of insensitivity, struggles with tact, overly honest without regard for others' feelings, restless and constantly seeking freedom, avoids commitment, fears being tied down, easily bored, lacks patience, optimistic to the point of recklessness, prone to exaggeration, can be unreliable, avoids routine and responsibility, struggles to follow through, changes direction impulsively, dismissive of others’ limitations, can be arrogant about personal beliefs, overly focused on personal truth, dislikes restrictions, resists authority, often feels rules don’t apply to them, tends to overpromise and underdeliver, can be careless with details, commitment-averse, overly focused on independence, can seem self-centered, struggles with consistency, uncomfortable with vulnerability, tends to run from problems, chases thrill at the expense of stability, resistant to compromise, sometimes disregards others’ perspectives, quick to leave when things get challenging, ignores consequences, can be condescending when beliefs are challenged, feels constrained by obligations, prone to make impulsive decisions, resistant to long-term plans.

🌗 CANCER RISING (7H CAPRICORN)

Obsessed with status and achievements, struggles to relax, rigid and inflexible, emotionally distant, neglects personal relationships for work, fears failure deeply, can be controlling, overly critical of self and others, prone to pessimism, expects too much from themselves and others, highly self-disciplined to the point of burnout, avoids taking risks, resistant to change, harshly judgmental, dismissive of emotions, lacks spontaneity, struggles to express vulnerability, fears being perceived as weak, can be overly conservative, materialistic, measures worth by accomplishments, reluctant to rely on others, resistant to help, often hides insecurities, fears instability, overly protective of reputation, struggles with empathy, can be domineering, values tradition over innovation, neglects self-care, hides emotions behind a stoic exterior, fears losing respect, can be cold or distant in relationships, prioritizes goals over connections, overly focused on structure, easily becomes resentful when unappreciated, avoids dependency, struggles to connect on an emotional level, resents those who don’t match their ambition.

🪦 LEO RISING (7H AQUARIUS)

Detached and aloof, emotionally distant, struggles with intimacy, overly focused on intellect over feelings, can seem cold or unfeeling, overly rebellious, resistant to tradition, values individuality to the point of isolation, dismissive of others’ emotions, fears losing freedom, often sees emotions as irrational, can be condescending in intellectual matters, struggles with empathy, prone to eccentricity, avoids vulnerability, prioritizes causes over people, detached in relationships, resists authority, fears conformity, out of touch with reality, judgmental of conventional lifestyles, values independence over connection, can seem impersonal, focuses on future potential over present needs, prefers theory over action, sometimes comes across as superior, easily distracted by abstract ideas, struggles to follow through, resists being emotionally available, avoids traditional commitments, can prioritize ideals over relationships, dismisses small talk and emotional bonding, distances themselves when emotional intensity arises.

🥀 VIRGO RISING (7H PISCES)

Prone to escapism, struggles with reality, easily overwhelmed, avoids confrontation, highly sensitive, can be overly emotional, lost in fantasy, struggles to set boundaries, easily influenced by others, lacks direction, prone to self-pity, avoids responsibility, overly trusting, can be naive, tends to play the victim, struggles with self-discipline, easily deceived, has difficulty making firm decisions, prone to procrastination, overly dependent on others, avoids practicalities, fears facing harsh truths, can be passive, loses self in relationships, prone to martyrdom, can be manipulative through vulnerability, avoids conflict by withdrawing, easily becomes lost in others’ problems, lacks grounding, overly self-sacrificing, struggles to say “no,” prone to self-sabotage, avoids structure, tends to be inconsistent, often absorbed in their own world, struggles to take initiative, fears criticism, avoids taking accountability, can be unreliable, overly sensitive to others’ emotions, sometimes blurs reality and fantasy, feels misunderstood, struggles with assertiveness, has a tendency to romanticize situations, finds it hard to let go, overly sentimental, escapes into daydreams or substances, prone to melancholy, easily becomes unmotivated, often seeks validation through compassion, reluctant to set limits, struggles with clarity, can be withdrawn, focused on “what could be" instead of "what is," avoids confrontation through avoidance, sometimes lacks self-respect, neglects personal needs in pursuit of emotional comfort for others.

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[ilovechuuy4]

₊˚⊹♡ WEEK THREE ๋࣭ ⭑ BITING / MARKING & MIRROR SEX

Specifically Osamu Dazai x Reader

Warnings; mirror sex, harsh biting / marking, penetration, slightly more aggressive than usual, aggressive sex? degrading words, mentions of the male reproduction organ, warnngs were typed out before I actually wrote the fic so. I'll miss a lot of stuff sorry guys.

A/n; erm so i've decided for week 3 nd 4 to only do one as ive said, its just so stressing to constantly rush rush rush out a fic for it to just flop so yea. see you guys next week for the last fic of kinktober

Date night for Osamu was always such a big deal, when the two of you first got together you wouldn't have even imagined this rat.. Would be into such things. Of course he wasn't a rat but he seemed like one when y'all first started dating. But when you fully got to know him he was actually a good boyfriend. Back to the point of tonight, you were looking at yourself up 'nd down in the mirror, making sure nothing had to be tweaked about your outfit, hair or anything else. You let out a huffed as you slouch over the bathroom counter, eyes following the door opening as your lover walked in. His hand quickly finding your back, rubbing soothing circles with his lengthy fingers. "You look fantastic, baby." The brunette said with a grin, but he couldn't help but get turn on at just how amazing you truely looked.

Slowly, he adjusted behind you, his slight erection pressing against your ass, shivers running down your spine. "Hey, 'Samu. What are you doing I thought we were going on a date?" You mutter, electing a quiet groan from the other as he rolled his hips into your ass. "We can go on a date tomorrow or something." Dazai huffed, taking off his pants before helping you with yours. You never understood how he got it up so quick but that was the least of your worries. Osamu's lengthy fingers already found between your legs, strocking your sex slowly, moans escaping your mouth. Once the bandaged man had stripped your from the waist and below, his hands grip under your thighs before picking you up, your legs spread wide as your back pressed firmly into Dazai's chest.

"God, look at you. So fucking gorgeous." He hissed into your ear, voice raspy with lust. His mouth quickly found your neck, biting harshly before sucking on the mark. "Ah..~ Osamu. What even turned you on.?" You gasped out as your boyfriend's digits found your entrance, slick with his saliva before penetrating inside, working you open. "You, you turned me on. You look so damn good. Look at you." He cooed, pulling his fingers out of your tight heat once it felt "good enough." Looking into the mirror, he adjusted himself, the tip of his cock at your entrance, one aggressive thrust and he buryed himself deep within you. You let out a shaky moan as you cover your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut. "Oh? Cmon, babe, open those eyes and look at how much of a pretty slut you are." He teased, that stupid cocky grin on his face as he gripped your chin, jerking your face to look in the mirror.

His hips roll and buck into your tightness at an unforgiving pace as your moans fill the bathroom. "Ahh~! Hold on Osamu! Nggh~." You whimper between your words, your lover's thrusts harsh and unforgettable as he bites down into your neck, leaving messy teeth marks everywhere. He was like a dog marking their territory, messy and aggressive. You allow your head to fall back onto Dazai's shoulder as you moan, your entire being trembling with each thrust and bite. "You're gonna cum for me, yea? Going to cum all over my cock like a good whore?" He teased, biting your shoulder as he continues to pump his length in and out of your tightness, feeling your walls squeeze around him. "Just a second! Ngh~ Please~." You choked out a bit as you swallowed down saliva.

"Just a second? Cmon just cum, cum all over my cock." He urged, bucking his hips harder, deeper within your heat. He let out soft groan as his hand returned it's grip to your chin, forcing your to look at yourself in the mirror. "Watch yourself come undone. Look how much you love my cock, baby. You're basically sucking me in." He hummed with a chuckle, sucking hickeys on your neck as he fucked you faster. Your body jolted as you reached your peak, The brunette's tip constantly hitting that spot that made you see stars as he calmed you down from your orgasm. You pant heavily, body basically limp against your boyfriend's as his movements got sloppy before releasing deep inside you.

"Fuck, there we go, love. You look magnificent." Dazai cooed in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your nape before slowly putting you down. His arms wrapping around your waist to stable you. "You did just as amazing as you look. Let's get you cleaned up now." Dazai told you as he slowly pulled his limp member out of you slowly, arms still wrapped tightly around you.

A/n; I'M SO DANG TIRED GUYS WAHHH THIS WAS SO RUSHED.

[ripleylove]

Hard mission.

requested by anonymous saying: Kind of going off of the idea in ‘The light of the group’ can we get a reader who has little candy in her bra? They can be in the middle of a segment w/ the judgement day and will just pull a jolly rancher out.

pairings: the judgment day x reader (platonic)

genre: fluff !!!!

summary: after Damian banned candies,you had to invent any way to eat at least of sweetness. (including hiding a jolly rancher in your bra.)

A/N: started writing again!!! your fav rhea and tjd writer is BACK 🗣

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As every monday night,you and your friends were rehearsing your lines for your next segment in the clubhouse.

While you and Rhea were giggling together while watching some videos on tiktok,you started munching on some little oreos,giving the part with the cream to Rhea (since it was her favourite).

"Nuh uh. That's enough,Y/N. We don't want the thing that happened yesterday to happen again." Damian walked to you and took the little pack of mini oreos from you.

"But-" You tried to reason,but he wagged his index finger in front of your face,and Dominik silently laughed.

"No buts,missy. No more sweets today."

You pouted,and Dominik was still laughing.

You picked up a red plastic cup that was next to you and you launched it to him with full force,hitting his back.

"Ow! Ow! Okay,damn!" He raised his arms in surrender, and you smirked,turning to Rhea.

The reason why Damian wouldn't let you eat candies it's that the previous day,you had a really bad tummy ache thanks to all the sweets you consumed,and he took matters in his own hands,banning them for 3 days.

And that was the worst thing someone could ever do to you,a major candy lover.

So,you had to find a way to get at least one little candy before your segment, and you asked Rhea to help you.

"Here's the plan: you get me a jolly rancher without Dame noticing. Understood?" You talked to her in a typical action film way,and she firmly nodded.

While Damian was engaged in a conversation with Finn,Rhea tried to sneak in Damian's backpack (the place where he put all of your candies),finding your dear jolly rancher.

She had an evil smile on her face,and you mirrored her expression.

She ran back to the place where the both of you were sitting before,and you gave her a kiss on the cheek as a way to thank her.

"Wait." You started to panic,and Rhea answered.

"What?"

"Where do I hide it?" You whispered,and she pointed to your chest.

You looked down,then up at her again with a confused face.

"And?"

"In your bra,dumbass!" She whispered back,and you finally realised.

Since you were wearing a black lace corset,it was easy to hide and pull out the jolly rancher, and you did your handshake with Rhea.

"You're a fucking genius!" You exclaimed.

"Well,what can I say. Mami's always right." She said cockily and you rolled your eyes.

"Okay guys,time for the segment!" Damian exclaimed,and you all got ready.

The cameramen arrived and you immediately started filming.

While Finn was talking about him qualifying for Money In The Bank with Damian and Rhea, you were by Dominik side,and you discreetly looked around.

When you felt like you were safe to go,you pulled the jolly rancher out from your corset,and you carefully removed the wrapper, popping the cherry flavoured hard candy in your mouth.

Looking around again,you noticed that no one saw what you did,and you smiled in victory.

It definitely was a hard mission.

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[ch6sos]

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ teen!nanami headcanons

love my emo king so i decided to make headcanons for him because love himso sosooo MUCH <3 I am obsessed with nanami I am sorry guys for the amount of nanami but he is my beloved and my hyperfixation wooooooooooo

lmk if i should make an emo teen nanami as ur bf headcanon ill gladly do it sweetie pies

He is much quieter as a child and rarely speaks. I believe he will be more reserved as a teenager, not because he is shy, but because he dislikes talking to strangers. He is distant, but not unfriendly.

Haibara is the only person who is allowed in his room, and I do not make the rules. 

Owned an iPod/iPod touch (even though Nanami is the Samsung king) and he would stream his little emo bands.

As a teenager, he appears to be more immature and irrational, displaying difficulty in controlling his emotions sometimes. Despite his calm exterior, he is still a teenage boy so he has regular outbursts here and there.

HATED IT when he tried one of Shoko’s cigarettes; he most likely took one puff and began to cough as though he was going to die.

Sassy king who rolls his eyes and emo hair flips at least 7 times per second, 24/7.

“Nanami, can you do that thing?”

"Do not bother me at this time, Gojo." 

“OH MY GOD YOU DID IT.”

"What did I do."

"The hair flip thing... hahaha you need to cut your bangs."

"I prefer to keep it this way so I can focus on you with one eye and spare the other from seeing more of your face."

Haibara is an extrovert who encourages him to attend events and socialize with others. 

His backpack is tidy. His books are neatly organized, and his papers are not crammed together.

 He was forced to go to karaoke rooms with Shoko, Geto, Gojo, and Haibara, where he would sit and listen to them sing loudly.

"C'mon, Nanami... sing!" 

"..."

“Please?"

"..."

It turns out he was singing all along, albeit softly and quietly, while they sang along loudly to the screen lyrics.

He spaces out a lot when people talk to him because he just wants to go home.

Haibara is subtly affectionate towards him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder like many guys do. He doesn't push him off, but the other guy freezes and maintains some distance.

He once woke up from a nap and found himself wearing eyeliner, black nail polish, and eyeshadow. He immediately ran out to scold Gojo (it wasn't just him) (but he secretly liked it).

"Gojo, what the fuck is this?"

"This is your culture!" 

"Please refrain from touching me while I am sleeping."

“Hey! Who said it was only me?”

“Jesus Christ.”

Probably got a double helix piercing (that eventually healed when he became an adult) (sorry guys).

(Though he still has his earlobe piercings as an adult, he just never really wears earrings anymore. Though you can see the various holes.)

Geto accompanied him to get piercings, and despite feeling nervous at first, he ended up loving the experience and feeling badass.

"It feels good, right?"

"Oh, yeah, I suppose," he mumbled, trying to suppress a broad smile. As he arrived at his dorm, a dorky grin spread across his face. He stood in front of the mirror for several hours, hyping himself up.

Listens to My Chemical Romance, Nirvana, Van Halen, Metallica, Guns N' Roses, AC/DC, Linkin Park, Green Day, Foo Fighters, The Strokes, and Paramore. And more. :)

He would probably like gothic characters from cartoons or shows, like Raven from Teen Titans.

If you quietly make your way into his dorm room while he's listening to music, you'll catch him singing out the lyrics to his beloved emo songs. As the music moves him, he'll start air guitaring and air drumming with fervor. However, if he catches you witnessing his private performance, you'll see a flicker of embarrassment cross his face.

Gojo once tried to dye one of his hair strands purple or blue, but he failed. Instead of turning the strand the desired color, it only lightened his hair slightly, resulting in a lighter shade of blonde that looked like gray hair.

"Gojo, you made me look like a grandfather. I should've done it myself.”

"Looks great on you, Nanami! Fits you too since you kind of act like a grandpa.”

"Oh you, son of a—"

He secretly owns a Tamagotchi named Helena after remembering it is a My Chemical Romance song.

Wept when they split up.

Has secretly attended several concerts, raves, and gatherings, enjoying the kindness and energy of the events.

Has previously used an Ouija board with Gojo, Geto, and Haibara, and the "spirit" liked him.

He goes to the Japanese equivalent of a Hot Topic to get his clothes.

He smells earthy and musky because he is emo, and he probably has a cologne fragrance bottle shaped like a skull.

He rarely posted on MySpace, and when he did, it was only about his music and book reviews.

Likely wore a fake lip piercing, a silver skull necklace, and one of those spikey emo bracelets.

Read Scott Pilgrim comics for a while. 

He was not too dry, so he used emoticons like "-_-" "-.-" "._. ".-." "^_^"

In his spare time, he enjoys reading books about horror and mystery. 

Owned a black Nintendo DS and always handed it to Haibara so he could play with it. Was not upset when Haibara accidentally dropped it in the water, but was sad that he lost his Pokemon progress.

Never had a genuine crush on someone, though when he does he becomes shy and awkward around the person he has a crush on, often finding himself avoiding them like the plague. Whenever he catches sight of them, uncertainty clouds his mind, nerves all over the place.

Despite his efforts to suppress his feelings, they only seem to intensify. This is his first experience with a serious crush, and his initial reaction is to try to shake off the emotions, but he soon realizes that he can't - he's simply head over heels in love.

Whenever he sees them, he does a cute, dorky thing - he goes to his mirror, fixes his bangs, and hypes himself up. He sprayed more cologne than usual, coughed a little, and made sure his skull necklace, helix piercings, and slight eyeshadow looked good. He gives himself several minutes for a pep talk because he still gets so nervous.

He fidgets a lot, constantly finding ways to occupy his hands even when he appears outwardly calm. It's as if he can't help but engage in some form of repetitive movement, whether it's tapping his fingers, twirling a pen, or adjusting his sleeves.

He also stammers a bit sometimes especially when talking to someone he likes.

Talks to Haibara about how he feels most of the time. Out of everyone he trusts Haibara.

He draws on himself when he is bored. He intended to get a tattoo, so he drew on himself to see how it would look.

He has a journal, emphasizing that it's not a diary, where he writes down his emotions. He finds solace in jotting down his innermost feelings as he often struggles to express them verbally.

In his journal, not a diary, he vents a lot. He is frustrated with himself because he is so bad at expressing his emotions. When he wants to, he can't, and he just pushes people away, which he despises.

"Sometimes I wonder why. Why do I have to be like this? I do want to talk to people and express my emotions to them, but I could never. It genuinely scares me, and that is something I want to fix about myself."

Owns several band shirts and wears them to bed. When he is older, they're smaller on him. I wonder why.

When he's out with Haibara and the group, he always wears his headphones and drifts off while listening to music.

“NA-NA-MIIIII!”

*pretends not to hear gojo*

In the modern world, he would be the quiet student who consistently gets top grades, sits at the back of the class, and rarely participates.

When someone shares the same interests as him he tries not to look too excited but ultimately fails.

As a teenager, he adamantly refuses to pursue a romantic relationship but secretly desires one to fulfill his need for affection.

Thus, he spends his time reading romantic novels, gaining insights into how the male protagonists treat their significant others. This newfound knowledge inspires him to learn how to treat his future significant other.

Even though he is mature for his age, he sometimes wishes he had been raised differently. He genuinely feels like he is wasting his youth by not spending more time being a teenager.

Converse + Vans are his specialty and they’re all beat up.

He sees Geto as a fashion inspiration because he is another emo king.

When he's not in uniform, he enjoys wearing oversized, tucked-in T-shirts paired with sleek black pants and a studded belt. His fingers are adorned with multiple rings, and he complements this look with a sleek black watch.

He always spends an extra dollar to buy someone something from the vending machine. Need a soda? He gotcha.

He always seems to be munching on something, whether it's the crunch of Doritos or potato chips. However, he doesn't seem to have as much of a sweet tooth.

an emo king who deserves the world

a/n: i love my goat

[en-gelic]

𓍯— first place !

pairing ๋࣭ ⭑ topstudent!sunghoon x topstudent!f.reader | genre(s) ๋࣭ ⭑ fluff, academic rivals | word count ๋࣭ ⭑ 1.9k | warnings ๋࣭ ⭑ petnames, rude names, slightly suggestive, mentions of parties, drinking, kisses, ft. karina | status ๋࣭ ⭑ proofread ! | 𓍯 library ๋࣭ ⭑

The bell rang and the scraping of chairs drowned out your hearing. Getting up, you stalked into the hallway and into a small crowd building up by a wall that displayed class rankings. Students’ voices overlapped in your head as you heard several people talking about how they were done for when they went home. You hoped that wouldn’t be you. Recalling a memory you tried to delete, you cursed yourself for skipping studying and going to that stupid party. You remembered downing a bitter concoction repeatedly, losing yourself in the process, and the way you walked into the exam room like a zombie, barely on time the next morning. Reaching the end of the crowd, you prayed to anything who could hear you that he failed at least one subject. Your heart sank as you looked at the board which was embedded with the words that you knew would get you destroyed by the time you went home.

Class rank: 1. Park Sunghoon, Average GPA 4.5

“Damn it.” You muttered as you turned to leave, just in time to see the said devil grinning down at you in pure mockery, his entourage closely behind him. Analyzing from the look on your face, he teased you by feigning a pout. “Don’t worry, baby, you’re still first place in my heart.” You trailed your eyes up to his cocky grin, shooting him a look that would usually shut him up on most days. He shot one back at you as he bent down to your height, his scent captivating you instantly. “See you tonight then.” He voiced; hints of smugness laced through his tone. Your brow furrowed in confusion as your phone vibrated in your hand. A message from your mum that read, “Second place is unacceptable. I have scheduled a tutoring session for you this evening. Arrive on time.” Sighing, you sought to find Karina to comfort your growing agony as you wished to sink into the ground and disappear.

“I didn’t force you to drink. I told you to stop but you insisted that you drink all your work away.” Karina defended as you made your attempt to scold her. A sigh drawled from your mouth as you watched the time. You wished it would go slower or just stop completely. To your disdain, the day came to an end and as much as you wanted Karina to come with you, she said she would rather not survive awkward silence and would prefer to study at home peacefully. The driveway of your house was long and spiraling, enclosed by a covering of trees that could haunt nightmares and was embedded with terror. Walking in, you found your parents laughing with a male presence who you could barely see. Guessing it was your tutor, you slid upstairs to freshen up before having your evening ruined by scoldings and some novice trying to teach you something you could have very well passed if you hadn’t been so ignorant and foolish to go to a party, you shouldn’t have found herself at. Emerging out of the shower, you could barely see yourself through the mirror, by the steam collecting itself on it. Coming out of the bathroom, clothed in only a bathrobe, you halted almost immediately in your tracks at the sight of your tutor, Park Sunghoon, sitting at your desk looking more gorgeous than ever.

“Good evening, pretty girl.” The nickname lazily drawls out of his mouth as he examines you, taking in the very rare sight of seeing you in a bathrobe. Vermillion flooding your face, your heart skips a beat from either embarrassment or from the way he was looking at you.

“Pervert.” You managed to get out, before going back into your bathroom and locking the door. Letting out a silent scream of frustration, you cursed yourself for even thinking about coming out in your bathrobe while a guest was downstairs, including an extra curse to your parents of letting him come up to your room without asking.

“Baby?” He voiced from outside the door.

“Don’t call me that.” You tried hard to sound nonchalant despite the growing embarrassment in your voice.

“Baby,” he said, emphasizing the word to show that he wasn’t going to stop. “You left your clothes out here. Do you need me to get it for you?”

Sighing again, you hummed in agreement as you stepped away from the door and slowly unlocked it. Minutes later, Sunghoon walked in, gaze catching yours immediately and dropping to your figure, lingering for a while until he met your eyes again.

“If you told me that you looked this good in a bathrobe, I would’ve considered becoming second place for you, princess.” He teased, leaving your clothes on the bathroom counter and stalking towards you.

“Do you just flirt with anything in a skirt?” You shot back, looking for your nearest escape.

“I didn’t know you were in a skirt,” he said, glancing down at your legs suggestively. “But even if you weren’t, I’d still flirt with you.” Fighting the urge to knee him in the groin, you slid through the space that was left between the two of you. “Pervert.” You repeated, standing by the door. He turned to you and feigned a pained expression as he put his hand on his chest in mock agony. “Get out so we can get this thing over with.” You said, feeling more impatient in case he tried another one of his tricks. This time he obeyed and made for the door, but not without stopping to lean in your ear and whisper, “I’ll be waiting.”

Closing the door immediately, you tried to soothe your heart rate, which was quickening by the minute.

“Getting tutored is going to suck.” You muttered, quickly getting dressed.

Admitting that you were wrong was something you were never good at. Your pride was your biggest challenge and admitting that even if you didn’t drink and go to the party, you wouldn’t have passed the subject was something you would never utter. It was extremely embarrassing to have your parents scold you in front of him and it was even worse when he looked over your previous exam answers with an unreadable expression on his face. Despite all the embarrassment you felt, the minute your parents were gone, your wall of pride was lifted again as you laid down on your bed, your phone at its highest volume to display an attitude of being unbothered. He left you alone for a while, amused at either your horrendously wrong answers or your attempt at being nonchalant. As you glanced at your phone, you caught the time. It had been 3 hours since he began and he was still in your house. Fighting your sleepiness, you continued your act, indignantly not letting him win. You felt a presence heat the spot behind you in what felt like minutes later.

“What a bad student. Falling asleep when I’m trying to tutor you.” He started, turning to his side and pushing loose strands of hair away from your face. Moving away from his hand, you picked up your phone finding that you had indeed taken a nap. “You weren’t even tutoring me in the first place.” You retorted, blinking your eyes harshly to feel less tired. “Now that, pretty girl, is your problem.” Glaring at him from the corner of your eye, you sat up and attempted to leave your room to maybe win the hearts of your parents to find another tutor. The door opened slightly to reveal the beaming light coming from the chandelier until the light was cut off as the door was pushed closed by another hand. Now sandwiched between the door and Sunghoon, you looked up at him and for some reason, you felt like the world stopped. Your breath quickened as he took a step closer, his boyish grin igniting his face. “It’s your first time so I won’t do anything but remember my love,” He leaned down to your ear, “Bad students get a punishment.” Your heart felt like it was beating in your throat, but you straightened up as he opened the door to exit your room.

“Sweet dreams, pretty girl.” Those were his last words before he disappeared downstairs to talk to your parents. You overheard him talking about how the tutoring sessions should be moved to his house rather than yours and due to how fond your parents were of him; his offer was quickly accepted. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back to life, you thought. You briskly decided that you would do anything to see what the punishment was. Not because you wanted to, only because you were just curious.

The months later consisted of studying at his house until it was late, falling asleep on his desk, late late-night calls, and his overly practical activities to get you accustomed to the work. The practical activities didn’t have anything to do with the work, but your marks were improving, which was something your parents were very pleased to see. Summer break came and went, and you were still studying with him. A new school semester started, and you were still studying with him. You got used to his endless teasing even if he never did what he said he was going to do. Months ago, you two would hate to be seen next to each other, now you were always seen together. Empty classrooms that were filled with your laughter or pen tapping and leaving the school later than everyone else.

The day before the test on the subject that previously ruined your marks, you were finishing your assigned homework that seemed to never end. You only had four questions, but you were losing your focus, and that resulted in peering over your shoulder to watch him focus on his work. You watched his dark hair cover his eyes as his face was stoic with the occupation of solving a problem. He looked up abruptly and you turned back to your paper pretending to write. He stood up to check on you and set a timer of seven minutes for you to finish your answers. Answering one question, you sighed and turned to him again, falling into a trance.

Finally deciding to put an end to your endless boredom, you pulled your chair to his desk, watching as he didn’t falter in his work but continued to solve the question. You picked up a pen and began doodling on his page to attract his attention. “Did you finish your work?” He asked, observing the ink skillfully turning into a bear. “No,” you replied, a smug smile slowly growing on your face. He glanced at the timer. “You still have three minutes left. You can at least answer one more question.” He said, turning back to his work. “I don’t want to.” Halting your drawing, you turned to face him, watching as a small smile made its way to his mouth. “My perfect student is being bad. You don’t want to know the consequences of it do you?” You stayed quiet as he leaned closer to you. “Do you?” His breath tickled your neck as he brushed your hair away from your collarbone. His gaze traveled from your neck to your eyes, your breaths mingling. Things like this happened more than once. Due to his teasing personality, he never finished what he started. Instead of waiting for him, you initiated the kiss, your arms resting comfortably around his neck. Much to your disapproval, the timer interrupted it. You pulled back, watching his slightly disheveled face pull back in amusement, lips tinted with your lip gloss. He stopped the timer and stood up, enclosing your wrist in his hand and pulling you up.

“Tutoring dismissed.”

⭑ authors note: been sneezing the entire day and i'm going out on saturday >.< also, i'm having wayy too much fun with cocky sunghoon

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[astroyongie]

⊹๋࣭ ⭑ Message From Deceased Love Ones ⊹๋࣭ ⭑

-> Post from the day 13 of of October schedule that I could only do today <3 Please read the introduction before engaging <3

This is a reading for people who have lost loved ones. I have tried to channel with energies, so please keep in mind that maybe you might not feel attracted to any pile or if you do and the message doesn’t make sense then it wasn’t meant for you.

The readings contain the appearance or who the person was and the message they have. 

BE AWARE! some of the readings mention the way of death and thus there are TWs. 

Each pile contains several spirits, see which one makes sense to you

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Into the reading ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Close your eyes and breath. Let go of everything. Once you feel ready look to the piles and chose the one that is calling you. 

˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

⊹๋࣭ ⭑  Pile One: The Eye of the Tiger ⊹๋࣭ ⭑ 

 Appearance/ Who they are: 

I channeled 4 persons for this pile:

The first one is someone older than you, this energies gives me masculine, probably a father, a grandfather, an uncle or even just a paternal like figure in your life that passed away already with a certain age to them. This person used to be authoritative towards you who wasn't very nice to you in certain occasions

The second one is such a warm energy, we are talking here of parents who you were closed of, or someone you loved very much (a lover, a husband/wife, a fiancee and for someone siblings as well). we are talking about someone who have passed away tragically, without notice. One of this spirts have passed away in water or there's something related to water to them.

The third person is similar in their "who they were", we are talking about a lover, a friend, someone who you loved and were closed dearly. someone who died with things related to car crashes, speed, being alcoholized.

The last person channeled was someone younger, they were distant to you (distant family like cousins for exemple or people close to the family). in some cases it was a friend. for some of these spirits they have died of heart attack or organ failure.

Message: 

They have been trying to communicate with you but they believe that you don't hear them. every time you feel observed, every time you feel like someone is calling you or that you feel something near to your ear, well that's them. they have been trying to send you message through sounds and winds. they miss talking to you

They miss you so much, and they know that you miss them just equally. they wish they could just scream at you all they have left unsaid, they wish they could tell you they are sorry and that they still love you despite everything. most of these spirits are attached to you, unable to move one as they are afraid to let you alone in the world

˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

⊹๋࣭ ⭑  Pile Two: The Clear Quartz ⊹๋࣭ ⭑ 

 Appearance/ Who they are: 

I channeled 1 persons for this pile

This person was so complicated to pick out because of them are in the shadows and they rarely step into the light. many of them are trapped into the veil as well. they died, they believed unjustly. This spirit probably did you dirty in your life, or they weren't very nice to one point. They have held too many secrets that still today cannot be said

Message: 

They are asking for your forgiveness. they know they dont deserve it and yet they are asking for it. they want you to forgiveness them for both the pain they caused you in their alive time, but also the pain they have caused you after their death.

Communciation is really the key, and they have tried to reach out to you through signs that can be interpreted as them (feathers, through songs, through animals, through coincidences and mirror events and hours). Again this is because they need you to forgive them so they can move on to the light

˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

⊹๋࣭ ⭑  Pile Three: The Obsidian ⊹๋࣭ ⭑ 

 Appearance/ Who they are: 

I channeled 2 persons for this pile

The first one someone who died with some age, some of them were dealign with some diseases (mental or physical). their death (for some cases) was either natural or through an accident (eg. I see one who lost their balance and died from a fall). many of these spirits had eye issues, or used glasses

The second one is equally someone In the elderly stage or at least with a certain age already. many of them died of sickness/disease that they fought through and many also died of natural causes, because it was their time, because it was in their natural age to pass away. however I can also feel that one or two of the spirts called over the obsidian died in a accident related thing.

Message: 

If you have been dreaming of them lately, I want you to know that all the dreams are somehow true. all the words they said to you were true and they use this state to be able to communicate with you. Some of you don't have the dreams but can be thinking of the person often lately, or sometimes even hear their voice in your head and thoughts. take that voice, listen carefully. They communicate with you that way

˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

⊹๋࣭ ⭑  Pile Four: The Amethyst ⊹๋࣭ ⭑

 

(I hadn't the spirit authorization to post the pic)

 Appearance/ Who they are: 

I channeled 2 persons for this pile

The first one is a definitely someone from your family, someone who might either have died of old age or past their 50s. Also, many of these were sick, some had dementia as well. Some were very smart during their time on earth as well.

The second one is exactly the same vibes, we are talking about people who had a certain age but they died without it being expected. it was something very violent for some, or just overall "damn I didn't though this would ever happen to them" type of thing 

Message: 

The message was clear and it was direct. they just want to thank you for everything you have done for them during their lifetime. they want to say that they are proud of you and that you should be more light with yourself. They have forgiven you and they just hope that you know how thankful they are for being able to share this physical life with you on earth. they love you dearly

˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

⊹๋࣭ ⭑ Pile Five: The Aquamarine ⊹๋࣭ ⭑ 

 Appearance/ Who they are: 

I channeled 2 persons for this pile

The first one is a loved one, again this is a very close family so a parent or a sibling or anyone you consider family but it can also be a boyfriend/girlfriend, spouse or someone you loved very very much with such a strong and deep connection. 

The second one is someone who has died unexpectedly. for some people this is someone rather young, someone who didn't got to experience the things in life such as marriage or a career status. they have left so much behind and most of their death was considered tragic

Message: 

They are currently going through the light and they want you to know that it's okay to let them go. Letting go doesnt mean that you are forgetting them. don't hold them back, allow them to go through light.

Many of these spirits just want to say that they are so happy and lucky that they were born at the same time than you were. they love you so much and they are proud of you. they also want you to tell the rest of the family how much he loves them and is proud of them. they regret nothing in their life

The laughter of children is something that elevates the vibrations and they love that. it also means that many of these spirits just want you to laugh more, to find your join back. because you deserve to be happy

˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

⊹๋࣭ ⭑ Pile Six: The Carnalian ⊹๋࣭ ⭑ 

 Appearance/ Who they are: 

I channeled 3 persons for this pile

The first one is someone that unfortunately have committed suicide I can feel several people here and its both young and mid adults and even older people. Just know that this person has taken their own life, many of them in a violent way

The second one is someone who was quite the pillar at home, or they at least worked very hard in their life to get what they wanted and needed. this is someoene young (20s to 40s at max). many of these people have died either tragically or again, by taking their own life due to pressure and burnout

The last persons channeled was also people who have taken their life (or they have allowed themselves to die with they could have been saved and they know it). many of these people have decided this after a complicated heartbreak or an even that left them shattered and to which they never healed.

Message: 

They know its hypocritical of them but they wish you to be happy and to never let go of you positivism. they need you to see things in a different perceptive than them, because they regret what they have done. and they just wish for you to take a different path

the last message is complicated, because some of them are just saying that they were glad that they got to know you/ glad they got to be part of your family; while others are saying that they know they didnt choose their family but they wouldnt have changed now that they are on the other side. these are quite complicated and theres too many families tangled here. they are just confused, yet they hope you know they never regretted you

[cactus-cuddler]

🅱🆄🅲🅺🆈 🅱🅰🆁🅽🅴🆂

Headcanon

fem!reader's boyfriend

It's one in the morning and I watched "Captain America: the first avenger" and "Captain America: the winter soldier" for the second time this afternoon and my love for Bucky led me to write about the things I think. He is so cute, he deserves a lot of love.

Let me know if you agree

If you like, reblog with your other thoughts, I'd love to know your headcanons too <3

ᯓ★ Bucky is afraid of not being noticed. He doesn't like being under someone else's shadow at all. He would do anything to get your attention, reckless and above all stupid things. Very stupid. But once he gets your attention, he will do everything to make you feel special and to always be on your mind.

๋࣭ᯓ★ Bucky would do anything to make you feel good. If he knows that you are not well, he will try in every way to see you smile. Bucky loves when you smile, and if you don't like your smile, he would make sure you start liking it. He always wants to see you smile; that's probably why he gets up in the morning.

๋๋ᯓ★ Bucky knows he is not a person to trust. So to gain your trust, he would do small gestures to make you understand that he is no longer a danger to anyone. He would caress your cheek with his vibranium hand softly and delicately (with the fear that he might hurt you) to make you understand that he is not a danger and that he will only do you good.

ᯓ★ Bucky thinks he doesn't deserve any second chances after all the pain he caused, but when he met you, he decided that his way of getting forgiveness would be to make your life better. To make you happy and make you understand that you are special.

๋ᯓ★ When he wakes up from one of his nightmares, next to you in bed, he looks at his hands and sees them full of blood. He looks at your sweet sleeping face and is afraid that the blood he sees on his hands is real. When he sees that you're fine, he gets up and goes to the bathroom, looks at himself in the mirror, and sees a monster that at any moment could make you suffer. He washes his face with cold water and tries with all his might to be able to be with you, to make you happy, and the most loved woman in the world. Then he tries to go back to bed but finds you awake, you smile at him and welcome him into your arms, and he bursts into tears in your arms. He tells you his fears, and you console him by telling him that that part of him no longer exists. Then he feels better and feels grateful to have you by his side.

๋ᯓ★ If you tell Bucky that you have any insecurities about your body, he will try to find a way to make them go away. He will make you look at a mirror and ask you to point to the part of your body you don't like and explain why. He will find the right words to say to you and the right thing to do, and you will immediately feel better.

๋ᯓ★ When your favorite song starts somewhere (or when he simply starts it), he will make you remember when you listened to it for the first time together and will tell you the phrases that remind him of you the most. Then he would ask you to dance to it along with one of his beautiful smiles, making you feel like you are on a stage above the world. On your birthday, he would wake you up every year by humming your favorite part of that song in your ear, making you wake up happy.

ᯓ★ Since he met you, Bucky has understood that love has always been that thing he needed but had never paid much attention to. In fact, he had given up. He didn't think he could fall completely in love with someone. With you, he is extremely romantic, making small daily gestures to make you understand that you are special and important to him.

ᯓ★The star on his arm has always been the symbol of what he was, but now he has attributed another meaning to that symbol. You. Now you are that star for him, the brightest star in the sky. Just as the star is the symbol of favorite WhatsApp messages, you have become that star to indicate that you will forever be his favorite star.

ᯓ★ Bucky finds that a kiss on the forehead, a kiss on the cheek, your noses touching, and that attraction that precedes the more intimate and romantic kiss are sweeter than the actual kiss. Of course, he also likes to kiss you, holding you close during your kisses.

ᯓ★ The first time with him, he was afraid of hurting you. He didn't want to do anything you didn't want to do and puts your pleasure before his own. He always wants to make you feel loved and doesn't want to neglect any part of your body.

ᯓ★ Bucky wishes with all his heart that you could have the chance to meet his parents. He talks to you a lot about his parents and always tells you that they would have loved you almost as much as he loves you. He says you have all the characteristics his parents were looking for in a companion for their son.

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lovely vision.

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: the one where people can tell when steve thinks about you and mike can't whisper. [1.1k]

warnings: fluff, unrequited-to-requited-love, gender-neutral!reader

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In hindsight, he really played himself, hoping his super-observant, super-loud, no-boundary-having friends wouldn’t say anything. He couldn’t tell if that made it better or worse.

It’s one thing for Steve Harrington, self-proclaimed Halloween hater, to not mind when other people decorate his space. That can just be written off to him being polite and kind, even though Dustin would scoff at that and Eddie would laugh and Mike would call him out on the word “polite” being anywhere near his name.

The point is, being around other people’s decorations had some kind of plausible deniability. Him putting up Halloween decoration himself, however, there’s no deniability in that.

“What’s that?” Dustin asked as he slid into the backseat of Steve’s BMW, pointing at the ghost charm that dangles from the rearview mirror. Steve offered (read: was blackmailed) into driving the boys from the Wheelers house to the arcade even though they had perfectly functioning bikes. But then Dustin said they were teaching you how to play some game whose name he couldn’t remember and he definitely didn’t want you walking all that way, and since he was going that way anyways….

“Nothing,” Steve snapped back, staring straight ahead. Hopefully that would be the end of it and no one would s—

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” offered Mike, the traitor. His hair was long and in his eyes, like Eddie’s, but Steve could still feel the suspicious, almost accusing glare through the mess. “Looks like a decoration.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “It’s just an air freshener. I know teenage boys stink but you guys know what that is.”

“A ghost air freshener,” Lucas said, right in his ear. Steve had half a mind to kick him out, but he’d already started driving to your house and he didn’t want to be late. “That’s for Halloween, and you hate Halloween. You always buy those dumb trees.”

“Why are you paying so much attention to my spending habits?”

“Because they’re terrible.”

Steve glared at him through the rearview mirror (the traitor). “Don’t think I won’t make you walk.”

Your house was pretty close to the Wheelers and already decked out, considering Halloween was at the end of the month and it was only October first. Fake, giant spider webs stretched up the front yard to the porch, and pumpkins and Halloween decorations dotted almost every inch. Your house looked like it was out of a cartoon about the Addams family and your outfit matched it, all black and muted colors. Your smile, though, that made Steve feel like he’d sipped pure sunshine.

You slid into the passenger seat, your designated spot (to no one’s surprise and to your complete obliviousness). “Oh a little ghost! He’s so cute! Is he for Halloween?”

“Yeah, Steve,” Dustin asked with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Is he for Halloween?”

Rock and a fucking hard place. “Uh, yeah. It looked like it would fit the vibe, you know, and it smells nice.” Which wasn’t a lie. Steve genuinely did like the way it smelled, and the thought of you smiling at him the way you were now (warm, bashful, a little endeared) made the fact that it was a ghost a good thing.

You were endeared, maybe a few shades more than that. Steve’s indifference to Halloween was a well-known fact in the merry band of nerds (their name) that he chose to hang out with. Robin still talked about the year she got him to decorate his house with one (just one!) skeleton like it was a badge of honor. Now here he was, Levi jeans and orange sweater, with a ghost dangling from his car, glancing at you with a smile as he pulled into the arcade parking lot.

Maybe Mike thought he was quieter than he was; maybe he just wanted to ruin Steve’s life specifically. Either way, the entire car heard him over the radio when he murmured, “Man you really do turn into the people you love.”

Steve flushed and turned around so fast that you would be concerned about whiplash if you weren’t replaying what Mike said over and over again. People you love. “Alright, go play your damn games.”

None of the boys said anything, Mike looking almost uncharacteristically apologetic through the window. You smiled out at Dustin and said, “I’ll meet you guys in a few minutes, okay?” You could almost feel the man beside you turn into a statue.

“Okay.” He glanced between you and Steve nervously but ultimately chose to follow Mike and Lucas, leaving the two of you staring after the arcade door as it shut beside him.

“I’m sorry he said that,” Steve said almost frantically, eyes locked on the steering wheel so he didn’t have to see whatever horrible embarrassed look was on your face. “Mike never really knows when to shut up and he’s an instigator. He’s an idiot, actually. I’m really sorry; I can take it down if you want and —“

Your hand on his bicep shocked him into silence, and when he looked up at you, you were smiling like he’d given you a gift. “I don’t want you to take it down, Stevie.”

“What?”

“I don’t want you to take it down,” you repeated, “I like it. Why are you saying sorry for liking me back?”

“Because I don’t want to — pause. Did you say back?”

You laughed, and it was the best sound Steve had ever heard in his life. He wanted it bottled up for him only, the only thing sustaining him for the rest of his life. “Eddie kept saying I was really obvious.”

“He kept saying that to me too,” Steve replied. “He’s just stupid.” He wasn’t entirely sure what’s happening, but you were still looking at him. Your hand fell onto his, right on the console, and relief burst inside his chest, a cool relief like a sip of water when you were parched.

Liking him back. What the fuck?

“I don’t think either of us are much better right now.”

His hand, of its own volition but also because it knew if he didn’t do this he would never forgive himself, cupped your cheek, and he didn’t even have time to ask before you said, “yes,” and leaned in. And he was kissing you.

Steve Harrington was kissing you like he needed it to breathe, like it was the difference between him being able to keep going or crumble right then and there. Steve Harrington liked you back.

You parted, and fell back into each other once, twice, before he pulled away far enough that he could talk. He whispered, “If those kids come out here and stop me, I’ll strand them, I swear.” Your answering laugh felt like absolution.

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thank you so much for reading this! i wanted to write something for the beginning of october and i've been missing steve, hence a little steve one-shot. pls let me know what you think; i'd love to hear it! feel free to like and reblog if you enjoyed this, it really does help <3

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please refresh your memory of the content warnings that's mentioned on the summary page. this chapter will include s*xual activites.

I am met with the sun glaring at me through the windows of my penthouse and the feel of my Siamese cat, Oreo, rubbing her head on my face to wake me up for her breakfast. And of course, left with the emptiness of the bed I hoped would be filled with my husband. I rub my eyes to glance at the clock to see that it’s nine o’clock, which is way past my regular wake up time. It’s been a while since I slept in, and my mind immediately replayed the events of last night. 

  I cheated on my husband. 

 I didn't know how to feel about it, however, I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel good. 

 My sore body would tell me otherwise. 

 I don’t remember the last time I had sex. The last time I was looked at and fucked with pure hunger. The last time I was stretched and orgasmed three times in one sitting unless it was because of my vibrator. It’s been so long, the feeling started to feel foreign to me. . . Until last night. 

  Geto Suguru. 

 He has some good dick on him, but damn, he’s a fucking asshole. Nothing I’m not used to, though. It seems like my pussy has a soft spot for them. I’ve denied men and their advances for months, years, at that. But my body was craving to be worshiped. To feel alive again. I’ve been neglected by my husband for far too long. He hasn’t touched me, let alone looked at me in almost ten months. I’m always met with the excuse that he’s tired or busy with work. 

 Of course, my first thought was to think maybe he was going through something mentally, so I tried to make sure that he was okay, but he told me not to worry. 

 I thought he wasn’t attracted to me anymore. I have gained weight since we got married. When I brought that up, rather than reassure me, he said I was overthinking, which only led me to overthink even more.

Cheating never crossed my mind regardless of his promiscuous past he had before we met. 

 He wouldn’t do that to me. 

  Right, Y/N?

 No. He wouldn’t. It’s just—I can’t win in this marriage, and the natural thing to do is ask for a divorce, but what am I supposed to do? I’m a stay-at-home housewife wife in a foreign country. I trusted my husband enough to take care of me because that’s what he promised. 

 At least he was able to stick to his word about that. 

 It feels nice not to work. Be spoiled and have the luxuries. But I don’t care about that. I wanted to be loved and feel wanted. I crave attention from my husband. Not anyone else. 

  Just take it for me.

 I just want to make you cum one more time. Is that okay?

 Oreo’s meowing breaks me from my memories of last night. 

 “Ah. Okay, okay. I’m sorry, Oreo,” I say, scratching behind her ear. “Let’s get you some food.” I get out of bed and make my way to the kitchen to fill my starving feline’s bowl and pour her water. 

 I need to get my day started. I remembered I have a lunch date with my best friend at noon, so I headed to the bathroom to get ready. 

 After showering, I stood in front of the mirror while brushing my teeth and noticed a love mark on the left side of my neck. 

 “Fuck,” I mutter to myself. 

 I’m not too fond of hickys, but I was too busy being a whimpering mess while getting stuffed with cock that wasn’t my husband’s. I don’t need to worry about him seeing. He’s on a business trip, so I’m sure it’ll be healed by the time he returns.

 It’s not like he pays attention to me anyways. 

 But I need to cover it up for my lunch date with my best friend because I know she’ll throw back-to-back questions at me that I don’t feel like answering. 

 That was my first and last time cheating on my husband, and I’m not planning on doing it again. 

  Thank you for giving me this good pussy.

 Do you realize how good you feel?

 His words invade my mind and pool wetness between my thighs. I finish brushing my teeth and stare at myself in the mirror. 

 Suguru touched me. The touch of his hands exploring my curves lingers on and burns my flesh. Our fornication wasn’t even intimate, but I felt like I was taken care of. A stranger was able to figure out my kinks and pinpoints that made me explode. 

  I want him.  

 I wanted to be fucked like that again—but only by him . 

 “Gosh, Y/N. What the hell is wrong with you?” Again, I whisper out loud to myself because, yes. What is wrong with me? 

 I’m married. I have been for seven years. I shouldn’t be lusting over another man. This gnawing guilt in my stomach won’t go away. It’s fine. I’ll be okay. I’ll tell my husband when he returns and atone for my sins. Until then, I won’t have to worry about seeing Suguru again. I won’t think about him either. Despite how fucking good he made me feel. It shouldn’t be hard. We didn’t exchange numbers. So I will be okay. 

  Right?

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀A month later. . .

 My errands for today consisted of grocery shopping and picking out new furniture for the penthouse I share with my husband. I’m tired of staring at the black-and-white décor. I love the combination, but the lack of warmth makes me feel even more alone. If I can’t feel at home with my husband, then I’ll make it feel like home for myself. It’s missing earth tones, plants, colors, everything. 

 It would be easy for me to hire an interior designer, but doing it myself will keep me busy and my mind off of...

  Look at my pretty girl taking this fucking cock.

 His pretty girl. . .

  Y/N. No.

 How I abused my clit since that night with Suguru, I know she’s tired of me. It’s been a month. I should’ve forgotten about him by now. And I definitely should’ve already told my husband. I just couldn’t find the courage to do so. 

 He returned from his business trip four days after I cheated on him and I didn’t care to mention it. I figured if we didn’t sleep together, let alone in the same room, what was the point of telling him? I honestly think he wouldn’t care. He probably is cheating on me. He's forty years old and I know his libido is through the roofs. 

 I would know.

 Nothing can convince me that he hasn’t had sex in ten months. Every month he has a business trip. Maybe he’s off to see his mistress. Who knows?

 I’m making dinner tonight and he said he’ll be there. I’m not holding it to him, though. If he shows, I’ll tell him about my infidelity then. 

 All this shopping I did is making me tired. Coffee in the middle of the day sounds right to me. It didn’t take long for me to pull up to my favorite bakery. I walked inside and allowed the sweet aroma of treats and the nuttiness of freshly brewed coffee to infiltrate my senses. 

 The shop is pretty busy, so the line is long as expected. While I wait, I give my attention to my phone and scroll through my unread messages:

  Best friend

  Girl, I am long overdue for a vacation. Let’s start planning!

  Mom

  Honey, you’re coming home for the holidays. Right? Your father and I miss you. 

  Husband.

  What time are you coming home?

Why the fuck does he care? I replied to my best friend and mother but left my husband unread. Since when does he care for my whereabouts? Annoyance pricks my skin just seeing the message. I opted to call him instead of texting him back to see if there was something he needed, but the interruption of a familiar voice from behind caught my attention. 

 “Excuse me, beautiful. It looks like you’re next.”

  No . It couldn’t be. 

 I whip lashed my head around to be met with dark raven hair that’s pulled into a bun, different from what I remember a month ago. 

 Those tattooed covered arms I remember holding me up while fucking my pussy.

 We’re no longer in a dimmed setting, so the light shines on his irises allowing the deep violet color to become evident. Specks of sweat coats his forehead, and by his attire, he must’ve finished working out. But even so, he smells so damn good. Dark. Woody with a mixture of his natural odor. 

 Fuck, Y/N. Get it together. 

 I cleared my throat, pretending like I wasn’t affected by his presence. “Geto.”

 “Suguru,” he countered.

 I was so stunned by his appearance and became distracted from our intense eye contact, I didn’t even realize the barista was calling me forward because I was next in line.

 I immediately looked away from Suguru to move up, place my order, and attempted to pay, but of course, Suguru had other plans.

 He came beside me and pulled out his card. “We’re together. Coffee. Tall. Dark. No milk or sugar.” 

 “I can pay-”

 “For your tab. I know,” he interrupted. It’s like deja vu from the night we. . . 

  Y/N.

 He continued. “Gosh, can I simply just be kind and pay for you? Are you really that prideful?” 

 “Go fu-” I realized he was teasing me, so reacting would only give him the satisfaction he was looking for. “Thank you, Geto.”

 “Suguru and you’re welcome, Y/N,” he smirks. 

 How he says my name causes me to swallow a small gulp and subtly squeeze my thighs. It’s like those pale pink lips were meant to say my name. 

 No. I’m not supposed to be having these pornographic thoughts about him anymore. It’s time for me to go.

 I thank the barista for making my drink and storm out the door to head back to my car. But of course, behind me comes the reason for these wet fantasies in my mind and why power walking out the bakery.

 “Y/N!”

 I continued walking. “What do you want?” 

 “I haven’t seen you in a month and you’re acting like I’m some kind of pestering bug.” He finally catches up to me, softly grabs my wrists, and turns me around. That touch spreads chills throughout my body and alarms my pussy. I just know any longer with him I’m going to explode. 

 I can feel Suguru looking at me, but I refuse to meet his eyes. “What do you want?” I ask again.

 “I just want to see how you’re doing. Maybe get to know you. Is that okay?” He asks, gently.

  I just want to make you cum one more time. Is that okay?

 Fuck.

 “Okay. Fine. You can walk me to my car, but after that, leave me alone. Got it?” I demanded. 

 He chuckles, throwing his hands up in surrender, flexing those sexy arms. “Got it.”

 For the next few minutes, I walk in silence while listening to Suguru talk and ask me questions that I give nods or vague answers. Eventually, time slows down and it feels like my car is further away the more he and I talk. But honestly, I don’t mind.

 Aside from his asshole tendencies, he's sweet. His constant compliments that I haven’t heard in a while make my cheeks warm. I’m blessed with dark skin because had it been otherwise, I would have resembled a cherry tomato. 

 We disposed of our finished coffee cups and finally reached my car, which he coincidentally parked right next to me. 

 I leaned against my door and looked into his eyes. “Hm, I haven’t seen you in a month, you end up at my favorite bakery, and you’re parked right next to me?” I ask, teasingly. “If I didn’t know any better, you’ve been keeping tabs on me, Geto.”

 He closes the space between us, rubbing his hand along my arms. “Or maybe it’s just fate?”

 I slowly but surely feel myself coming undone from his subtle actions and how he speaks to me. I know what I’m doing isn’t right, but I just can’t bring myself to say no. Suguru gives me the attention I want. The attention I’ve been yearning for from my husband, and I can’t deny it any longer. 

 “ . . . Geto ,” I say barely above a whisper. 

 “ Suguru, baby. Call me, Suguru.” He runs his nose along my neck, deeply inhaling my scent and exhaling in pure pleasure. 

 His hand that’s rubbing my arms trails down to intertwine with my fingers while his other rests on my hips. That touch I can't get rid of returns to my skin and the heat of his hands burns me all over again. I don’t know when, how, or why but I whimper. 

  Take this cock like a good girl because I know you can.

 Yes. I want to take it. I need to again, but I... 

 “I can’t, Suguru. I can’t,” I murmured. 

 He peppers soft yet possessive kisses across my face before descending to my jaw and neck. “You can, baby. You can. I can’t stop thinking about that night.” He nips my flesh. “ About you. ”

 I whimper again. 

 “I miss you so much, Y/N. Every fucking night for the past thirty days I’ve been fisting my cock while thinking about you. Thinking about your soft moans and how sweet you sound while saying my name.”

 “Suguru. . . please .”

 “Fucking that tight pussy to get rid of that spicy attitude you have that drives me insane.” He begins palming my clothed pussy in the middle of the parking lot and I’m too mind fucked to have any shame. 

 He continues. “Your husband isn’t taking care of you, angel, so let me. Use me for your pleasure.”

  Will you do that for me?

Thirty seconds didn’t even pass until I unlocked the door of my Escalade and climbed into the back seat to be fucked once again by someone who isn’t my husband. 

 Everything about Suguru is intoxicating.

 His lips that I love the feel of against mine. 

 His body that molds perfectly with mine. 

 And his hands that are so slender yet strong, holding me in place while I ride his cock, on the verge of cumming for the second time. He fills me. All eight-in-a-half inches stretch me the more I drop down his length. My pussy will probably never get used to Suguru, but I will never deny the pleasure she seeks. 

 Our skin slapping resonates in the air of my car along with our shared moans and my wetness responding to him. I wrap my arms around his neck to deepen our kiss, bouncing even harder on his cock. 

 “Fuck, angel. You’re doing such a good job riding my cock. I love it when you make a mess on me.” He says it like I’m all that he’s used to, causing my pussy to clench in response. 

 “Suguru, you’re so deep,” I cry. 

 “Hm, I know baby but don’t tell me you can’t handle it. You see how pretty you look when you’re confident? Taking every single last inch of me?” 

 I moan, but that wasn’t a good enough answer for him. So he asks again. 

 “Answer me, Y/N”—he breaks our kiss to press his fingers in my cheeks to pucker my lips—“Do you see how pretty you look when you’re confidently taking my cock?”

 “Yes, Suguru. Yes, I do.” I don’t care how pathetic I sound. When I’m being stuffed like this and this good, I’ll say anything to please him.

 “Tell me you can take it, princess,” he orders, softly.

 “I can take it, Suguru. I can take it.”

 He smirks, kissing my lips. “Hm, that’s my girl. Go ahead. Use me to make yourself cum. Okay?”

 I nod. He leans back with his arms spread across the head of my car seats to watch me. My hands took purchase on his broad chest while I continued to chase my release. Every bounce I made his tip kissed my g spot, having me moan and cry his name uncontrollably. 

 The intensity of his deep purple irises bores into me and I can’t look away. The way he looks at me. . . It’s doing indescribable things to me and my pussy. I flatten my feet on each of his sides and slowly jump up and down on his cock. I’m rewarded with a hiss and a quick kiss on my lips for being his good girl. 

 “I know many men would do anything to feel how good your pussy is. I don’t deserve this,” he rasps, massaging my bottom lip with his thumb. “Tell me I don’t deserve this pussy and that I should consider myself lucky, Y/N.”

 Riding his cock while hearing his praises makes me feel powerful. Like I’m all he wants to worship. 

 “Y-You— fuck, Suguru —You don’t deserve m-my pussy,” I stammered, bouncing harder on him. “Be glad that you’re fucking me.”

 Suguru abruptly thrust upwards, pulling a sharp cry from my throat. “Fuck, yes. Yes, I’m so glad you gave me this pussy again, baby,” he groans while holding my ass cheeks to spread. “Can I fuck you, angel? Please let me fuck you.” He asks me this but has already started pumping his cock inside of me.

 “Yes, Suguru. God, fuck me. I’m right there!”

 His balls swings against my ass the deeper he fucks into me. The tears that I had the last time we had sex returned, but this time they feel more intense because this fucking feels more intense. It’s like he has grown since the last time. His grips are more firm and his thrusts are more precise. I feel my juices and cream trickling down his cock, creating gushing noises that join our foreign moans. My car windows are up tight, but from anyone looking outside they would know what's going on by how the car rocks the harder he fucks me.

 I cuff his cheeks and rest my forehead against his, shaking and whimpering that I’m about to cum because I feel the bubble in my stomach that is less than a minute away from exploding with my release.

 How can I feel guilty about cheating on my husband while I’m being fucked like this—again. 

 “Best fucking pussy I ever had. I love how wet I make you, Y/N,” he breathes. “Cum for me, angel. Please , cum with me.”

 And it was like that. . . Those three words caused my orgasm to wash over him while we cum together.

 Suguru’s moans were harsh and hitched, slowing down his fervent thrusts while he finished emptying his release in the condom. Our lips met again to swallow how sweet and intoxicating our sounds of pleasure tastes. He nipped harshly on my tongue, and if I didn’t know any better, I was bleeding but I honestly don't care. It shows he’s possessive. 

 And I like that. 

 Having sex feels amazing, but there’s something about the after-high sex that does something to my body. I could tell Suguru feels the same way. 

 After we cleaned ourselves up, courtesy of the wipes that I keep in my glove department, Suguru and I sat in silence. How he was ogling me told me everything I needed to know. 

 “You want to do this again. Don’t you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

 “I think we both do. You’re just denying it, and I don’t know why.”

 “Because I’m ma-”

 “Don’t tell me it’s because you’re married because, again, I do not care .” He enunciates every syllable of his last words to make them believable, which I find myself believing. 

 I look down at the pear-cut wedding ring on my finger that I used to cherish deeply, however, now I feel nothing but sadness when I look at it. Ten months have passed since my husband touched me. I don’t even remember the last time he said the words I love you to me. My marriage gives me security, but Suguru gives me. . . comfort . This is the second time we’ve had sex and I know my needs can be fulfilled by him. 

 Don’t do it, Y/N. Go work things out with your husband.

 I’ve tried.

 I’ve tried to for over a year. It just doesn’t feel the same anymore. Eventually, I’ll ask for a divorce, but for now—I think I’ll enjoy myself.

 “Okay. . .” 

 “Okay?” He repeats, questioning.

 “Just sex, Suguru. No romantic feelings. No dates. Nothing intimate. Just sex. Don’t think I’m going to leave my husband for you because I’m not. I’m making that clear now, and if you can’t agree to my terms, then I’m serious. . . You won’t see me again.”

 He smirks, leaning over to kiss me. “That fucking spicy attitude of yours is going to drive me insane, especially when I know how sweet you sound when you cum on my cock.”

 I swat his chest, playfully. “Suguru, I’m serious.”

 I may or may not know what I’m getting myself into, but I know I’m more than sure about telling my husband. Despite how fucked up my marriage is right now, we’ve never had lies, and that’s not something I’m planning on starting.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ Later that evening. . .

 The sounds of cutlery kissing plates and pouring wine into a glass are all I can hear while I have dinner with my husband. The silence is so loud, I’m convinced I can hear every piece of food that swallows down his throat. I’m surprised we’re even having dinner together. Usually, he grabs his plate and heads into his office. I guess he’s tired of eating alone with his thoughts. But why was he so eager for me to come home just to not utter one word to me?

 Not a kiss on the cheek.

 Not a hug.

 Not waiting in the living room for me.

 Was all he needed for his sweet trophy wife to come home to make dinner for him?

 My eyes pierce his head while I sip on my third glass of wine. I study the man I’m foolishly still madly in love with.

 Toji Zen'in.

 Memories of those strong arms that are decorated with ink, being wrapped around me at night, play in my mind. When there was a time my soul felt at peace when he looked at me with those jade-colored hues that resembled a rainforest. His midnight locks I tucked my fingers in every time he was in my depths making sweet love to me. Even his jasmine and citrus scent still does something to me. I remember how he makes me feel.

  Made me feel.

 Looking at him and having sex with Suguru made me realize I have a type. 

 Dark-haired assholes with tattoos that know how to please me.

 Just my luck.

 “Something’s wrong?” His deep voice breaks me from my thoughts.

 “No. Why do you ask?”

 “Because you’re just staring at me.”

 I scoffed. “Didn’t think there was an issue looking at my husband. That’s what you are to me, no?”

 He shifts in his chair. “No, there isn’t an issue, and yes I’m your husband, but you’re staring at me like you have something to say.”

 “Well, I don’t.”

 “Alright.”

 Here goes that unnecessary tension.

 I decided to keep the conversation going. “So why did you text me when I’m coming home?” 

 “Didn’t think there was an issue with wanting to know when my wife is coming home.” This motherfucker. 

 “Toji, stop fucking with me. Look at your message thread and tell me when’s the last time you asked me when I’m coming home, let alone ask me anything at all.”

 “Again, is there something you want to get off your chest, Y/N? What’s up with all this anim-”

 “I’m having an affair.” I blurted. 

 “. . . What?” He asks, but I know he heard me. Maybe he’s trying to make sure he heard correctly. So I’ll repeat myself.

 “An affair. I’m having one.”

 He flexes his fingers around the glass of water, and seeing how his veins protruded, I could tell this wasn’t the news he was expecting to hear. I mean, who would want to hear from their spouse that they’re cheating?”

 His jaw clenches. “With who? Where’d you meet him?”

 “Some guy I met at the bar.”

 “What’s his name?”

  I arch my brow. “Why does it matter?”

 “Y/N. Stop fucking with me. What’s his name?” He asks through gritted teeth.

 “Geto Suguru.”

 He nods, sipping on his water. “For how long?”

 “Not long. Met him last month. Left it at that, then I ran into him today .”

 “So you didn’t answer my text because you were too busy being some motherfucker’s cum bucket?”

 His harsh words hit me with full force causing me to jump. I feel my heart being squeezed and tears pricking my eyes. In no shape or form am I justifying my sins, but being referred to as a cum bucket was not what I expected. 

 “Fuck you, Toji,” I hissed. I grabbed my empty dish and excused myself to the kitchen to clean up. 

 “ Shit . . . Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

 I turned around. “Yes, you did. Don’t tell you didn’t because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have said it.”

 Toji gets up and strides toward me. “How else do you expect me to react when my wife of seven fucking years tells me she’s cheating on me? Tell me!”

 “You can be mad. You can look at me differently or I don’t know, at all. But a cum bucket Toji? Really?” My voice breaks while tears watered down my cheeks. “When was the last time you touched me? Look at me. Said you love me? When was the last time, huh?”

 He sighs. “Y/N, you know I love you. Don’t say that.”

 “Do I?”

 “Unbelievable,” he mutters to himself. “You fucking cheat on ME and now you’re trying to flip this on me?”

 “No one’s flipping shit, Toji! I’m telling you why I did it. I’m not justifying my infidelity. It may sound like I am, but I’m not,” I tell him. “I just don’t feel like your wife anymore. This ring says we’re married, but how I feel says otherwise.”

 He shakes his head. “And what the fuck do you mean by having ? You’re still going to see this motherfucker?”

 I looked away. 

 That should answer him. 

 “Y/N. . . I’m going to leave now. I’ll be back when I feel like it, and when I do, I hope you reconsider the answer you just gave me before acting on it.” 

 I scrunched my brows together. “Are you— Are you threatening me? ”

 “Oh, no. Not you, sweetheart. Definitely not you.” Those were the last words he said to me before he walked out the door, slamming it so hard, a few of our frames falls to the tiled floor. 

 I know Toji. I’m very aware of his past and his threats are more like promises. I can’t help but stand there and think I should reconsider this affair because I don’t need to be the reason why someone gets killed. 

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