#but i really think the 1st one is so cute

[luvvsessed]

I Really(x6) Like You [M]

And I want you, do you want me, do you want me too?

-> Yet another blind date set up by Mingi. At least this Yunho guy seems nice.

Yunho x F!Reader [1st POV]

6,574 words

Genre: smut, romance, blind date

warnings under the cut

note: my first fic on this blog, hope all my yunho stans enjoy it! had a great time writing it! please, dont hesitate to tell me your thoughts 💕

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and in no way an attempt to be a true depiction of anyone. It’s just fun!

warnings: smut, explicit content, swearing, dirty talk, dick pics (consensual), fingering, oral [m & f], slight choking (like very slight), unprotected sex (dont do that), multiple orgasms,

"Um, hello. Are you Yunho?" I asked the man sitting at the table, and I was taken aback when he looked up and smiled at me. He was very handsome, a cute smile on his face as he rushed to stand up.

"Ah, yes, it's nice to meet you!" he said, holding his hand out to me as I gawked at him.

He was fucking tall as hell!

"Um! Yeah, it's nice to meet you too!” I replied awkwardly, giving him my name as I shook his hand. "I'm sorry I'm late, I-"

"No, no, I was just early," Yunho quickly waved me off, looking at his phone. "See? Five minutes before the reservation time." He laughed some and I smiled at him with a nod.

"Well, you're right about that."

Like a gentleman, Yunho pulled my seat out for me, carefully pushing it in as I sat down at the table. He quickly sat back down across from me, a smile on his face.

"So... you've known Mingi since middleschool, huh?" I started out and Yunho nodded.

"Yeah, we go way back."

Mingi was the one who set up this blind date, despite my protests. He was my roommate and very much fucking nosy and annoying when it came to my love life. He had tried to hook me up before with his other friends, but those didn't work-- at all. Why he still tries was a mystery to me. I had only agreed to go on one more date set up by him to shut him up.

At least Yunho seemed nice. And normal.

The date went on as any normal date would. Yunho was just your regular average guy living an average life. He liked to go running a few times a week, and always liked to plan one small trip every year. He was polite, had a good sense of humor and a stunning smile that almost blinded me a few times.

It definitely wasn't the worst date I've ever been on. Just regular degular, but I couldn't be mad at that. I could see why he and Mingi were such long lasting friends. He was a good guy.

He even paid for the dinner, not even giving me a chance to grab my wallet before he handed the waitress a black credit card. He just returned my glare with a cheeky grin.

"I don't know why you're so mad I wouldn't let you pay," Yunho said with an amused laugh as we walked out into the parking lot. "Isn't it the gentlemanly thing to do?"

"Well... I could have at least paid half," I mumbled. "I have the money for it."

Yunho let out a short laugh. "No one said you didn't. It's fine. I wanted to pay. Next time, you can pay if it means so much to you."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Next time?"

Yunho's smile faltered a bit. "Y-yeah? I mean, I think you're great and I'd like to go out again. Unless...?"

I quickly shook my head. "No, no, I didn't mean it like that, Yunho. I'd like to hang out again. I think you're cool."

"Oh," Yunho let out a relieved breath before he laughed sheepishly, his cheeks growing red. "I got worried for a moment!"

"Awh!" I exclaimed, laughing a bit though I felt bad. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! I was just surprised because the dates Mingi had set me up on never really... went well."

Yunho grimaced. "His heart is in the right place, but he's too trusting."

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you got that right," I said before I smiled up at Yunho. "So... wanna do this again next Saturday? Maybe lunch?"

"Lunch? Is dinner okay? I'm usually in the studio during the morning and lunch hour on Saturdays."

I looked at him questionably. "Studio?"

"Yeah, the dance studio. Did I not tell you I danced?"

"No, you did not," I said, giving Yunho a look before I smiled. "But I just figured out our next date..."

♡ ♡ ♡

The following Saturday, I walked into the small dance studio at the time Yunho told me to come. It was after the practice he had with his group, so we would have the studio to ourselves for an hour before the next group showed up for their practice.

I liked Yunho. We texted throughout the week and he honestly was just a cool vibe. Though I was unsure of where this would lead us. He definitely gave off that... just a good friend energy, was easy to talk to and just be with. Could I see myself with him romantically?

Or even sexually?

"You know, I've never actually been inside a dance studio before," I said, doing a pose in the large mirror that lined one of the walls. I could see Yunho standing behind me, giving me a peace sign and I laughed. It was a good distraction to how good he fucking looked in a black tank top and gray sweat pants.

What the actual fuck.

"I love this place. It's like a second home to me," Yunho said, a happy look on his face and I loved that for him.

"How long have you been dancing?"

"Hmmm, middle school, maybe? It's where I met Mingi." Yunho answered, his sneakers squeaking against the floor as he walked over to a table pressed against a wall. "I've been practicing a dance lately... Can I show you?"

"Oh?" I blinked in surprise before getting excited. "I would love to see it!"

He shot me a devastating grin over his shoulder and I almost regretted saying yes. There was no doubt that Yunho was super attractive, but seeing him get into his element as he got ready in the middle of the floor had taken my breath away.

He was already warmed up from his earlier practice, but watching him roll his neck and his arms had my mouth going dry, and the way his usually warm brown eyes turned serious and steady as the beat started to rev through the speakers had bumps form on my skin.

What the fuck?

Who was this?

No man as tall as Yunho should be able to move the way he does, but here he was, the heavy beat vibrating through the floors, spurring his movements, the confident way he danced just making me gape at him in awe. Sweat formed on his forehead, sneakers squeaking repeatedly as the song went on.

And his face? This man knew he was hot fucking shit; his lips curled up in a smirk that would make any woman drop her panties. There was nothing sexier than someone who knew what the fuck they were doing, and had the passion for doing it. It oozed out into the open, almost suffocating me.

The song soon ended, and it went quiet save for Yunho breathing heavily, pushing his hair away from his face. I was sitting on the floor, just stunned in amazement before I suddenly spoke.

"You are so fucking hot, dude."

Yunho barked out a laugh, chest still heaving as he looked down at me with a smirk. "I take it you enjoyed it by how you was eye fucking me the entire time?"

My face heated up. "I- no I wasn't!"

Yunho laughed again, going to turn off the music that had continued on his phone. "But seriously, what did you think?"

I was still sputtering, totally taken aback from his rather scandalous statement. "It was really good, honestly," I finally managed to say. "You're a really good dancer, Yunho."

"Thank you," Yunho smiled, blushing a bit. "And you also think I'm hot. That's a plus for me today."

I just groaned. "Shut up. You're not hot at all."

Yunho scoffed, tilting his head. "Didn't you not just say that a few minutes ago? I do recall you were looking at me rather intently during my dance too..." Yunho tapped his chin mockingly and I scoffed back at him, barely even noticing the shift in the air.

"And what if I was? I was appreciating a talented dancer." I stood up on my feet, putting my hands on my hips. "What are you going to do about it?"

My heart thudded in my chest as Yunho stood there for a moment, just staring down at me as his eyes shifted yet again. He licked his lips. "I could kiss you like I wanted to do back at the restaurant."

Surprise made me gasp. Oh. Well.

"Why didn't you?" I asked, licking my lips. His dark eyes flickered to them.

"I am a gentleman."

"Hmm," I hummed. "You paid for dinner and let me keep my honor. Plus points for you. You truly are the modern gentleman society needs."

An amused smile graced his handsome face. "I try," he started, stepping toward me. I didn't move. "It's hard sometimes."

"How so?" He got closer.

"Well," he hummed, stepping up to me, looking down on me with eyes so full of heat, I immediately started to sweat. "When I look at you, the images in my head wouldn't be one a gentleman would have."

Chills went down my spine and I had to force my brain to work so I could speak. "Please elaborate."

"Back at dinner... you were done up so prettily. I couldn't help but imagine how it would be to have your perfect makeup ruined with tears as I make you cum over and over again." My eyes went wide, but he continued to speak. "To rip your stockings, push your panties to the side and spear you open in the back seat of my car."

"Yunho..."

"Or now," he licked his lips. "I'll make you say my name over and over again, fucking you against this mirror in ways no gentleman would." He lifted his hand up and for the first time, he actually touched me, his big hand pressed against the side of my neck. "And don't even get me started on how I would love to just..." He boldly wrapped that same hand around my throat, not applying any pressure, but it was enough to have me stop breathing anyway, my heart thudding in my chest so hard and so loud, I'm sure he could hear it.

My mouth had gone dry, and I knew I wouldn't be able to speak even if my brain had stopped fizzling out. Electricity thrummed in the air, Yunho and I not taking our eyes off of each other, his hand still wrapped around my neck. The tension was thick and heady, and I opened my mouth-

"Bro, that was sick!"

The speed in which Yunho launched himself away from me should be studied, him moving to grab his phone while the group of rowdy teenagers rushed into the studio for their practice. Finally gaining my bearings, I quickly followed Yunho out as he threw his duffle bag over his shoulder, his broad shoulders tensed up as we stepped outside.

I had driven my car here, and was more than ready to drive home and take the coldest shower in history. I dug into my purse for my keys, gasping when Yunho grabbed my wrist.

"Look," he spoke, his voice raspy. It seemed that he had finally gotten a hold of himself. "What happened inside..."

"It's okay," I said, looking at him and licking my lips.

"... this was only our second date."

He was worried, and I thought that was sweet. I smiled. "And it was a nice one," I told him, patting his chest and I grinned when he took in a shuddering breath, the heat in his eyes returning.

"Are you... sure?"

"Mmhmm," I nodded. "Just made me excited for our next one."

Yunho looked relieved. "Where would you like to go?"

"Let me cook dinner for us this time," I suggested and Yunho looked at me in shock.

Before he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. It was a quick kiss, but full of so much promise, it made me dizzy.

"I look forward to it."

♡ ♡ ♡

"Mingi...?"

"Hm?" Mingi hummed, not looking up from his phone as he texted... whoever the hell he was texting.

"How big is Yunho's dick?"

Mingi choked on air, almost dropping his phone as he nearly broke his damn neck whipping his head around to look at me from his spot on the couch. "What?!"

"I'd figured, since you and him are around the same height, and you got a pretty decent sized dick, that it might be the same for him... right?"

"I don't know!"

"What do you mean you don't know?! He's your friend!"

"I'm not in the habit of looking at my friend's dick!" Mingi retorted, completely exasperated. "Girl, what the fuck?"

"Ugh!" I groaned. "You're useless!"

"Don't be fucking rude," Mingi huffed. "Just ask him."

"Oh yeah!" I replied sarcastically. "I'll just text him to show me his dick. That'll go over real well." I rolled my eyes. What a stupid suggestion.

...

Later that night as I laid in bed, I grabbed my phone, opening my text thread with Yunho. I hesitated as I held my thumbs over my keyboard, mulling over what to even say.

me:[11:43:25] hey... can i ask you a question that may or may not make you block me and never want to speak to me again?

yunho🧐:[11:45:00] im sure that won't happen lol but shoot

me:[11:45:32] how big is your dick?

I chewed on my thumb as I watched the little text bubbles show up before they stopped completely. My heart sank and I was ready to start typing the biggest apology ever when Yunho finally replied.

yunho🧐:[11:47:13] do you wanna see it?

me:[11:47:20] yes.

I couldn't even be embarrassed by how quickly I answered the question, my heart racing in anticipation as I stared at my phone screen. My skin was tingling, my mind racing. This was happening, and we haven't even gone on our third date yet.

yunho🧐:[11:50:06:] *image*

My mouth immediately went dry and I clenched my thighs tightly as I looked at what was on my screen in awe.

me:[11:51:08] oh

yunho🧐:[11:51:47] that's a good "oh"... right?

me:[11:52:22] that's a very good oh...

He was... big. And this was just in a picture... I could only imagine how he looked in person. The thought had a chill go down my spine, my face growing hot as I squeezed my thighs again in arousal.

yunho🧐:[11:55:32] have i satisfied your curiosity?

me:[11:56:14] yes, thank you for your time and energy.

yunho🧐:[11:57:09] pfft. what brought this on anyway?

me:[11:58:01] its like you said... i was just curious

yunho🧐:[11:58:55] right... and what do you plan to do with this new found information?

me:[11:59:15] im going to sleep.

yunho🧐:[00:00:12] 🤔sleep huh?

yunho🧐:[00:00:33] so you're telling me

yunho🧐:[00:00:56] you have nothing else to say?

me:[00:01:14] i just wanted to see it...

yunho🧐:[00:01:40] right... just out of curiosity.

me:[00:02:00] exactly. curiosity.

me:[00:02:44] which you were so kind and gracious to help me with, so again, i thank you

yunho🧐:[00:03:22] you only have to ask

yunho🧐:[00:03:40] whatever else you're curious about...

yunho🧐:[00:04:02] ill be there to help you figure it out...

yunho🧐:[00:04:32] ill see you this sunday. cant wait to see you again.

me:[00:05:03] yeah, me too.... goodnight, yunho.

♡ ♡ ♡

I set my fork down for the final time on the empty plate, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Man... I really have to pat myself on the back for that one."

Across from me, Yunho laughed as he pushed his own empty plate away from him, finishing the rest of his water. "Dinner was delicious. Thank you for making it."

I couldn't help but blush, smiling shyly as I bowed my head. "Thank you. I'm glad everything turned out okay."

As promised, I made Yunho and I a nice dinner for our third date, having kicked Mingi out of his and I apartment for the night. Yunho had shown up right on time, a sweet smile on his face, which turned into a wide grin as he presented me with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. My heart raced as I turned my head to look at them, the flowers now homed in a glass vase. I loved them.

"No, I'll do that for you." Yunho quickly stood up and grabbed the empty plates to take to the kitchen. He even took the liberty to open up the dishwasher, setting the dirty dishes inside.

"Wait- Yunho, I can do that." I tried to take a glass from him, but he just held it above his head, eyebrows raised at me in challenge.

"You made dinner. I can put the dishes in the dishwasher."

I pouted as he shooed me out of my own damn kitchen, walking to the living room where I plopped down on the couch with a huff. Turning on the TV, I opened up Netflix as Yunho then joined me, holding a bottle of red wine in one hand and two wine glasses with the other.

"Up for some wine now?"

"Always."

I put on a random movie while Yunho opened up the wine and poured us each a glass. I grabbed mine and we lightly tapped our glasses together as the movie finally started, us getting comfortable.

It wasn't long before I started to feel my cheeks heat up, and I knew it wasn't because I was curled up against Yunho's side with his arm around me. He finished his glass of wine while I still nursed mine, but still... my skin was starting to feel tingly.

Alcohol always did that to me, especially wine. My face, again, felt warm, and I fidgeted in place as the movie went on. My skin felt prickly, and soon that tingling feeling reached right between my legs and I tried so hard not to clench my thighs.

Yunho laughed at a funny scene that happened in the movie, and I let out my own distracted giggle, all of a sudden the smell of his cologne making my brain go fuzzy. He smelled really good... and his arm felt so strong and comfortable around me. And his body... sturdy and fit from years of dancing... And I thought of the picture of his dick I still had on my phone.

"Are you okay?" Yunho's soft whisper made me jolt where I sat.

"Y-yeah!" I cringed as my voice cracked. I drank some more wine. "Never better."

Yunho gave me a look, his eyebrow raised up. "Uh huh... you just look distracted."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said with a sniff, finishing my wine. Yunho easily plucked the glass from my hand, setting it down on the side table to join his.

"Okay so... what's happening now? In the movie?" Yunho asked, a challenge in his voice and I gaped at him, looking at the TV as an action sequence played on.

I had no fucking idea.

Yunho snorted at my silence and I glared at him, a pout on my face. "Don't be rude."

"You're so fucking cute," Yunho declared, his warm eyes starting to shift as he lifted his hand, cupping my jaw. I pouted again and he chuckled softly, the deep rumble of his voice making me shiver. My thighs clenched and his eyes briefly flickered down before he looked back at me again. "Can I ask a question?" He asked, his thumb pressing against the corner of my mouth, where he pushed it up into a fake half smile. "It's your turn to satisfy my curiosity."

I gulped, my hands balling into fists as I stared into Yunho's heat filled eyes. He slowly licked his lips, eyes trained on my face as I started to breathe heavily. "What is it?"

A devious smirk played on his face. "If I shove my hand up your pretty dress and into your panties, how wet would I find you?"

My mouth fell open just a bit before I licked my lips, Yunho slowly running his fingers up and down my arm. I shivered deeply, goosebumps forming on my skin as my heart thudded. "Why don't you find out?"

I was still leaning against him, Yunho moving his hand down my arm and to my hip. He hiked my dress up, making me sigh softly as he caressed my thick thigh a few times before he tapped my knee. Biting my lip, I shifted so I could open my legs, Yunho not wasting any time before he pressed his fingers right against me.

I let out a very deep sigh, leaning my head against his chest as Yunho slowly stroked my pussy through my wet panties. I moaned softly, Yunho's breath slowly fanning across the side of my face as he looked down.

"Your panties are soaked..." he rumbled deeply. "You're telling me the wine did this?"

I shook my head. "...been turned in since you walked through the door..."

Yunho only chuckled deeply in response, shifting one more time until he was leaning back against the arm rest, my back to his chest as I sat between his long legs. He kept one hand pressed gently to my belly while his other pushed into my panties, and I bit back a gasp as he started to rub my pussy again.

"Come on... don't try to be shy now," Yunho teased, pressing a kiss against my ear as he started to rub on my clit. "What happened to the girl that asked for a dick pic?"

"First of all, I didn't ask," I managed to say before gasping when he teased my entrance with his fingers, his other hand grabbing and massaging one of my breasts through my dress. I tightly held onto his wrist, mouth falling open. "Y-You offered.... fuuuuuck...."

Yunho smiled, pleased at how I moaned as he continued to play with me. "I suppose I did..." He slowly pushed a finger inside of me, his arm tightening around me as I squirmed. "C'mon, stop moving so much."

"I can't help it," I whined in response, earning a laugh as Yunho began slowly thrusting his finger.

"Are you that turned on?"

"Hmmmmm," I could only moan in response as he continued fucking me with his finger, my hands clinging onto his arms as I leaned my head back against his shoulder. Yunho pressed a kiss on my cheek, suddenly pushing a second finger inside of me.

"That's it..." Yunho hummed as I moaned again, thrusting his fingers in and out while kissing my cheek again and moving down along my jaw. "You sound so pretty moaning for me."

"Kiss me please," I gasped out, taking a few deep breaths before turning my head. Yunho didn't waste any time, gripping my chin with his free hand as he pressed his lips on mine in a deep, searing kiss. It quite literally took my breath away, the way he kissed me. It set fire to my bones, his lips overtaking mine, his tongue exploring mine all while he continued to pleasure me with his fingers, curling them into the right spot while he pressed the heel of his palm against my clit.

"Yunhooooo," I moaned his name after I pulled back for air, my eyes screwing shut while I could feel that knot in my belly get tighter, my harsh pants and the lewd squelching noises an erotic symphony in the air. I leaned my head back again, and his hand moved from my chin to right around my neck. It sent a deep chill down my spine. He didn't squeeze but the grip felt powerful enough to send my mind whirling, along with the deep stroke of his fingers. "Please..."

"Come on, sweetheart," Yunho whispered in my ear. "I want you to cum... I know you can do it." I whined, fingernails digging into the skin of his arm as I panted heavily. "Cum for me, baby. Come on, so I can make you cum on my tongue next. Then lay you down and fuck you nice and good. I know you want it. How many times have you touched yourself thinking of me fucking my big cock into you, huh?"

This was not fair.

Yunho was so sweet and kind... but his dirty mouth was absolutely disarming.

I never stood a fucking chance.

With a loud cry, my legs squeezed tight around his hand as I came hard around his fingers, the orgasm coursing through me in waves that had my body shaking and jolting in his arms. "Oh my God..."

"That's it, baby," Yunho whispered, his fingers still inside me as he finger fucked me through my orgasm. "Beautiful, you made a mess on my hand."

And on Mingi's couch.

Yunho pulled his hand out of my panties, and I watched in a daze as he licked his fucking fingers clean, closing his eyes and moaning at the taste of my arousal. It had me blushing, at a loss for words.

"I knew you'd taste divine," Yunho remarked, licking his lips before looking at me. His eyes were on fire. He gently cupped my chin with his big hand, turning my face here and there as he took in my flushed face. "So pretty..."

He kissed me again, and I kissed him back eagerly, turning around so I was fully facing him, both knees pressed into the couch cushion. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly to him while keeping his mouth on mine.

We made out heavily, and I squealed when he suddenly stood up from the couch... bringing me with him as he lifted me up with ease. "Where is your room?"

"Last door on the right."

He found my room with a bit of distraction as I kissed all over his face, kicking the door shut and reaching behind him to lock it. He set me down on the ground, slowing down his movements as he cupped my cheek, pushing me right up against the door. He stared down at me, pushing some of my hair behind my ear. His soft, brown eyes were back. "Are you okay? We don't have to keep going."

I smiled at him, taking his hand and kissing the inside of his palm. "I'm okay, Yunho. I want this."

Ugh, his smile. It should be illegal to be so beautiful. Yet here he was, tall and cute and charming and talented and amazing and such a good fucking kisser. His lips on mine again, hand buried in my hair. Then he was helping me pull my dress off.

Then he was on his knees before me and I looked down at him alarmed. He gently held the back of my legs, leaning in with closed eyes as he kissed my thighs softly. He littered my thighs with kisses, soon my legs shaking as he slowly worked his way up. He grabbed my panties, his eyes now dark as he slowly pulled them down.

"Fuck," he breathed out as I stepped out of my panties, looking at my soaking wet pussy with the hunger of a starving man. "I consider myself the luckiest man in the world," he whispered, making my heart thud in my chest. His grip on the back of my thighs tightened, Yunho leaning in to put his mouth on me.

Yunho loved eating pussy. That's the only thing I could say as he gripped my thighs tightly with his huge hands, moaning repeatedly while he worked his mouth and tongue and lips on me. It was a miracle I could still stand, my fists now tight in his hair while my head was thrown back as I moaned deeply.

"Yunho, oh my God," I whined, crying out when he sucked on my clit, flicking at it with his tongue before he went back to absolutely devouring me. He didn't even respond to me, his eyes absolutely glazed over, still moaning as he ate me out.

I pulled at his hair, one of my legs now draped over his shoulder as his hands squeezed my behind, keeping me firm against his face. I could feel that knot again, and Yunho didn't protest as I started to grind down on his face, chasing that release. "Please, please, please, please, please," I begged him repeatedly, his fingers pressing hard into my flesh as he just grunted against me, making me grind against his face harder.

I doubled over with another loud cry as I came again, Yunho lapping at me with his tongue as wave after wave of pleasure absolutely wrecked me from inside out. "Ohhhh God," I whined, feeling my knees buckle under me but Yunho held onto me tightly, panting heavily as he slowly got up to his feet. He moved and sat me on the bed, and the whiplash I got from one moment having him on his knees for me to him now standing over me almost menacingly almost took my breath away.

"Do you know how crazy you make me?" He asked while I moved onto my knees at the edge of the bed. I grabbed the chain that hung from his neck, pulling him to me and kissing him hotly on his mouth.

"Not as crazy as you make me," I whispered before kissing him again, Yunho holding onto the back of my neck as he kissed me back. I grabbed his shirt and helped him peel it off before we kissed again, hands roaming each other's bodies desperately.

Yunho massaged my breasts in his hands, thumbs running over my nipples. I tilted my head back and sighed deeply, Yunho trailing kisses down my neck. I reached for the belt of his jeans, and before long, I was watching him push down his jeans and underwear and stepping out of them.

"Holy shit," I gasped as I looked down, Yunho tipping my chin up so I could look at him again.

"Is it better than the picture?"

I licked my lips, eyes trailing down again. A deep chill went down my spine. "Yeah..." I mumbled, reaching and gently grabbing his big cock. Yunho took in a sharp breath as I slowly started to stroke up, angling my head down so I could let a wad of spit dribble down on it to help make things slick.

"Fuck..." Yunho hissed, tilting his head back as I continued my strokes, the throbbing between my legs becoming unbearable. Shifting myself lower, I balanced myself with one hand, using the other to keep him in my grip while I leaned in to take the angry red tip of his dick in my mouth. Yunho jolted and I just kept on sucking on the tip while stroking the rest of his dick.

Yunho moaned unabashedly as I pleasured him, his fingers carding through my hair as he let me do my thing. I slowly brought more of him into my mouth, obviously not able to take all of him, but it was still enough to have the man panting heavily, his face flushed red.

He watched as I bobbed my head back and forth on his dick, swirling my tongue around as I blew him. Yunho kept his hand on the back of my head, not pushing but still pulling on my hair every now and then as he would hiss and groan deeply. With sweat running down his temple, he looked down on me just as I looked up at him through my eyelashes, licking the underside of his cock slowly before taking him back in my mouth.

"Okay, fuck, fuck," Yunho gasped out, taking my hair and pulling my head back. I gasped, not even able to register what just happened before Yunho was on me, kissing me hard and pushing me on my back on the bed. "The only way I'm cumming is inside your cunt."

"Okay," I breathed out, kissing him deeply and spreading my legs for him to wedge himself between. "Please, I want you so bad, Yunho," I whispered against his lips, our foreheads pressed together as he stared deep in my eyes. We stilled for a brief moment, just taking each other in before Yunho closed his eyes and leaned in, his kiss softer this time.

The kiss was invigorating, our hands grasping each other rather desperately as he pressed himself against me. I broke from the kiss with a weak gasp as Yunho first pushed himself into me, Yunho letting out a deep breath with his forehead pressed against my chest.

He pushed in slowly, and I cried out from the stretch, the delicious burn as he filled me up with his cock. My fingers dug into his skin, Yunho pressing kisses on my neck and jaw.

"Yunho..."

"So fucking tight..." he gasped, pulling himself back before slowly pushing back in. He started with a slow rhythm at first, his groans of pleasure mixing with my gasps and sighs. His weight felt like heaven on my body, his mouth pressing open mouth kisses everywhere he could.

"You feel so good," I moaned, tossing my head back when Yunho started to pick up the pace, pushing up on his arms so he could hover above me, the chain he wore dangling in my face. He watched as my face contorted in bliss, my eyes screwed shut as I gripped his arms. The sound of skin slapping against skin relished in our ears.

"You feel so good, sweetheart," Yunho breathed out, sweat dripping down his forehead. "Look so pretty too, taking my cock so well." He pushed his hair off his forehead, continuing to fuck into me as he panted, as more dirty talk left his sinful mouth. I could only whine and moan in response, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him down for a messy kiss.

He pushed his tongue into my mouth, completely overtaking my body and soul as his hips snapped against mine. Each thrust he made had me gasping for air, the knot in my belly getting tighter and tighter until suddenly, I'm crying out as waves of pleasure coursed through my body, my back arching off the bed as I came.

“That's it, that's it," Yunho whispered, pulling out and rolling me onto my side. He laid down behind me, pressing his chest to my back and hiking my leg up to push his dick right back into me. I let out a strangled gasp as he fucked me, hooking his arm around the bend of my knee, pushing my leg up more and wrapping his hand around my neck.

"Fuuuuck~" I cried out, gripping into his arm tightly, Yunho actually squeezing my neck this time, the slight pressure making my head go fuzzy and my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

He continued to fuck me like this, letting his hand loosen periodically while he cursed and hissed in my ear, talking me through yet another orgasm.

"That's it, good girl. That feel good, huh? You feel so fucking good, baby, so good. Come on, squeeze my cock. I want you to scream when you cum. Say my name."

"Hnnng," My voice was already going raw, Yunho moving his hand from my neck to grab my hip tightly, his thrusts hard and fast. I let out a sob, screaming out Yunho's name as I came around his cock again. Yunho fucked me through my orgasm, panting in my ear until he thrust in one more time, keeping himself fully inside as he came with a deep groan.

He released deep inside of me and I could only whimper at the feeling, Yunho's bruising hold the only thing keeping my mind from slipping away.

It took us a moment for us to get our bearings enough for us to separate, though that only lasted a second as Yunho laid on his back and pulled me to him tightly. He cupped my face and kissed me deeply. I returned the kiss eagerly, fixing him with a dopey smile as I pulled away.

"Hey," he said softly, brushing some of my hair away from my face. "You okay?"

"Hm," I hummed with a lazy nod, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "I'm fantastic..." I whispered softly, kissing him again. "You were amazing."

"Ahh," Yunho blushed shyly, his soft brown eyes looking away. "You were amazing too."

I blushed this time, the two of us falling into a comfortable silence as Yunho traced random patterns on my side with his fingers. "So..."

"Hm?"

Heart pounding, I look up to him a little hopefully. "Fourth date?"

Yunho let out a small laugh, unable to keep the large smile from growing on his beautiful face. "And a fifth, and a sixth."

I felt giddy, giggling as I kissed him yet again. "And seventh, eighth and ninth?"

Yunho laughed loudly this time, sitting up and pulling me on his lap. "Is that even a question?"

"Yes," I pouted.

"Then yes," he hummed. "I really like you."

My face turned red. "I really like you too..."

"I'm serious," he then said. "I want this to turn into something serious... not just sex."

I stuttered a bit, my heart hammering in my ears. "I want that too, Yunho..." I whispered, and he repaid me with a wide, bright smile.

"Good," he said, kissing me one last time. "Let's take a shower."

I blinked. "Right. Okay."

Yunho snorted. "Get it started and I'll join you after I change the bedsheets."

"Wh- Yunho, I can do that."

"Nope," he said, popping the P at the end. "I'll take care of it."

I just huffed at him. "Are you always like this?"

He grinned. "Yep." He popped the P again. "Get used to it. Acts of service are my love language."

My heart fluttered. "Oh... well, okay."

I got up and went to start the shower, sighing in content as the hot water soothed my body. Soon, Yunho joined me, holding me close as we cleaned each other up. Though, he ended up fucking me against the wall, the bathroom fogging up. Afterwards, we got clean again before heading to a freshly made bed, where we cuddled under the covers, engaging in some sickeningly sweet pillow talk until we dozed off.

♡ ♡ ♡

The room was dim, the morning sun blocked by the drawn curtains. The door creaked open and Mingi poked his head in, looking to find Yunho and I still sleeping under the covers, holding each other with my head on his chest.

Mingi stopped himself from snorting, slowly walking into the room. He walked to the nightstand, looking over at us again before he smirked and shook his head. He set two things on the nightstand before he quietly walked out the room, carefully closing the door.

On the nightstand was a cleaning bill for his couch.

And the morning after pill.

-end

#ateez fanfic #yunho x reader #yunho fanfic #yunho smut #ateez smut #enjoy friends……………..

[yuuugay]

more ner things for his shoh app

#shoh mc: ner wanless #the 2nd one looks so out of place joasbubafbf #but he had a brief job as a bakers apprentice #i didnt want his backstory to just be boohoo fighting path to doom #im so fcking slow lmao #ill probably re do the 2nd and 3rd ones and i havent even done the 4th one asknfibhegg #but i really think the 1st one is so cute #also proud of my hand drawing journey #its literally the bare minimum but im def getting there

[boys-and-such]

sometimes i mayhaps would like a boyfriend

#so here is my life rn im going to explain using letters representing people instead of their names bc there are two people w the same name #a and b are dating and c and d are dating then band d cheat on their respective partners w each other and a and c want to date and they #find out abt the cheating so they all start dating - b c and d are in a play that i am in along with e and f #e and f are also dating - f is one of the only other trans people in the cast so we talked a lot and he said he thought he only liked girls #and was thinking about breaking up with e because he is also a trans guy #one day we were going home from rehearsal and f left then e and i were watching b c and d say bye to each other all loveydovey #and e said he wanted that and i said yeah me too and he mumbled something i couldn't hear and i was like 'yeah' bc i couldn't tell and he #said 'join me!' and held out his hand and i took it and boom we were holding hands (his skin was very soft in case you're wondering) and we #shared phone numbers and said that's like how he started dating f and i was like oh interesting and we left and i realised he was asking me #to date him and i was like okay free bf! two free bf! then he texted me and said f didn't want me in their relationship and oh. no free bfs #and then flash forward i was in the friend group with a b c and d and i made friends with a super controlling guy who didn't want me to be #friends w the friend group and only him and was all 'if you're friends w them that means you don't like me' and we were friends w benefits #so i ditched that friend group for him and he was mean to them and wanted me to be like that too so i was kinda rude to them #flash forward again i finally left the toxic guy wow i have no friends now i was in 1st yr high school but e was in last year middle school #i didnt talk to him much bc i was focused on school stuff and now this year e is in first year of hs and im in the second year and he's #hanging out w the old friend group and I noticed him even before i knew who he was and i was like oh that person seems really cool hm #wonder who he is hes friends with old friend group how interesting OH that is e he looks different but he looks cute and now i kinda want #to text him bc he's in one of my lunches and he was in student council on friday and we looked at each other and i waved hi but he didn't #wave back and now im worried hes heard that im mean bc the old friend group but i still like him bc we were really good friends but also #ive been thinking about what might have happened if we did start dating and i really want to text him but i only have him on snapchat bc id #what happened to his phone number but i don't have it anymore #i really want to talk to him but snapchat gives me anxiety and idk what he thinks of me now #but i really want to talk to him!!!!! #help #what #should #i #do #does looking at him count as flirting #zen is gay :]

[digirainebow]

yknow its funny because i only ever went by digi because i took not using my real name on the internet very seriously. truly i think my name is so fucking cool and fits who i am better and i had been chomping at the bit to use it for years and years and its been really nice to be able to use it. 💛

#like. even my irl friends called me digi when i was still hanging w/ them because i met the 1st friend online and he introduced me as digi #and it always just felt sort of. distant? i used it more than my real name irl? and it was only ever a placeholder #like dont get me wrong i think digi is so cute and its digimon so like ofc i love it! but my real name is SO COOL FR #its been nice just like. allowing myself to use it. #PLS STILL CALL ME DIGI IF YOU CALL ME THAT it is okay. i have two names as a treat <3 #also one time i was gifted a sub during a twitch stream and the streamer called me bow and ill be honest i thought that was so cute #the only part of my username that is not one of my names being chosen as the way to refer to me was really funny toi #*too. this is a lot of tags im leaving bye #digi discusses

[astrxealis]

FINAL FANTASY XV MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME ACTUALLY !! i know i never talk about it but it. means everything to me. ffxiv is everything to me and special to me in a way ffxv is not but ffxv is special to me as well in a way ffxiv is not and i think it's beautiful that the many things that 'mean everything to me' are special to me in different, beautiful, varying ways. so, happy 6th anniversary to a flawed but nevertheless beautiful game that means the world to me!!

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚ #⋯ ꒰ა ffxv ໒꒱ *·˚ #me with ffxv goes way back! i finally started playing in early 2019 and i finished the game... 2021 or 2020? but the same day i started #it was. really unintentional and a huge coincidence but it was very very cool fr <3 #ffxv! so i started liking it since i first heard of it ofc. a long time ago. but i mostly started getting into it properly w the #collab it had w one of my first strategy/gacha games 'the alchemist code' <33 i started that game a looong time ago #w the fate collab! so i was really into anime then i rmbr. never was into fate and i'm glad abt that tho lol #but i think rin is cute ^___^ i only ever watched the 1st episode of stay night? but ik zero is the good one so. hm #but also sorry i don't want anything to do w fate LMFAO <//3 ANYWAYS! so yeah. it started w the tac collab #and then i wanted the sims 4 sometime then in 2019! so it was a year or two after ^^ but we got ffxv instead bcs sims 4 is not for kids LOL #yeah... i wanted to install it overnight i rmbr but we just did so the next day. i remember it so well still. yeah #ffxv i owe a lot to! it was my first Comfort Thing. it helped me get more into all of ff and by extent ffxiv! ffx was my first tho <33 #ffxv got me really obsessed w latin stuff. and ffxv is the first video game i really actually finished (fe3h also! <3) #i played thru the whole of ffxv w/o knowing people's thoughts abt it so for the longest time i was. in love w everything abt it #and now it's changed nd i'm critical of it and tbh mostly sad most people only really know 7/15 but whatever they're mid and lame </3 #i love 7 and 15 SO MUCH okay. but i love all of ff and those two games are genuinely overrated (in my opinion!) #yeah...... prompto meant everything to me. my first real favorite character (???) i love the chocobros w all my heart!!!!! #i miss ffxv so much actually. i love that game unbelievably so... and btw i haven't even played thru ANY dlcs. at all. #was never really there for events too. only collab/event i have done is the ffxiv one! bcs it is permanent LMFAO <//3 #interestingly i did that collab before i got into ffxiv. and now ffxiv is. yeah. BTW I LOVE THE FFXV COLLAB IN FFXIV regalia my love #i know a lot of lore of ffxv. i know a huge fucking ton LMFAO i read up so much about it i was literally so obsessed....................... #prompto really means so much to me still actually! also i'm still so in love w the music. wow. yoko shimomura is SO real. #anyways yeah man i have my gripes w ffxv but i think i'm glad that i wasn't there for the... 10 year wait bcs it def made my experience #better as i wasn't bitter to the game! ironically it is now i am somewhat bitter. mostly bcs i think 7/15 (and 13) only fans are annoying #but i still really really love all three of those games. and i think it's funny that so long as they like ffxiv (too) they are perfectly ok #w me LOL. BUT ANYWAYS OKAY I STOP RAMBLING FOR NOW !! happy 6th anniv ffxv. before the day ends for me! <333

[prettycottagequeer]

ok maybe I'm a little late to this BUT I'm gonna do a to-do list motivation thingy because I've had the worst two weeks since I started college :)

SO these I should start on asap:

50 I make the snack I really want but I haven't had the motivation to make

100 I clean my dorm. another thing I've been meaning to do for a week

150 I do the presentation about mid-victorian fashion I've been putting off (due Monday)

200 I start memorizing the monologue that was due a week ago (now due Tuesday)

these can wait longer:

300 I spend time outside. It's so nice but I'm getting stuck scrolling because I feel like shit. vicious cycle ect

500 I start setting a better weekend routine (aka getting up before noon)

1k I start working out again. I was doing a routine to get more masc and build muscle and I liked it but life hit me like Crowley driving the Bentley and I've missed like 3 weeks

2k I buy my first binder. I've been coping with sports bras for almost a year now and I haven't been able to justify spending $50+ on a binder even though I know I'd love it and use it everyday.

Do I tag people? I don't know but I'm going to. @the-globe-theatre-maggot @weirdly-specific-but-ok @howmanyholesinswisscheese

here's just some context if you want to read, feel free to skip. some of this I've talked about in the maggot server, some I haven't, but I really just need a place for this to go that's out of my head. tw homophobia, transphobia, car crash(??)

How I Have Been Run Over By The Bentley Going 90 In Central London What Feels Like 50 Times In The Last Two Weeks

I'm going to college about 4 hours away from my parents, and it's been really nice. They.. suck, to say the least. transphobic/homophobic ect, super traditional conservative catholic, racist, all of it. so i tried to move somewhere where I wouldn't have to think about them and I could be myself and do what I can to be happy. March 1st was the start of my spring break, which meant going home because the dorms close. I was already not excited, but I was prepared. the problem with being away from home is I forget just how bad they are. My optimism gets the better of me and I think maybe this time they'll be better. so I decided to not hide my septum piercing.

that was a mistake. it starts a whole fight where they say we know you're trans, you're actually a girl and you always will be, we have the bones argument, they think I'm being influenced by demons or something (if only they knew about crowley) because I want to change my name, and they tell me that going on t will completely ruin my body and give me cancer and other things. They're also mad about my dyed hair, septum, and general style, and say I'm setting a terrible example for my (5) younger siblings and make it a point to tell me just how much of a disappointment I am. I think I'm pretty cute and fun but y'know, whatever. very fun time. I lie so much, don't give them any more details about my identity, and say I'm not planning to go on t to save my ass. which is all on instinct which makes me feel worse because if I'm really trans I should be able to stand up for that, right? maybe I'm faking the dysphoria.

the next morning I wake up really sick, and spend the rest of the week sick and feeling like shit because I'm home and back in the same place and situation I was a year ago that I thought I escaped. at one point I pretty much lose my voice but also kind of get gender euphoria from it. it's weird.

On Friday it's time for me to drive back 4 hours to school, and I make it about 3/4 of the way when google maps takes me on a random gravel road and I crash my car, really crash my car, like sideways-in-a-ditch-windows-broken-crawling-up-out-the-door crash it in the middle of nowhere. (I was fully paying attention to the road, it was raining and super slick) I call my parents because I have no one else to call and I sit in a Subway for 3 hours while they drive to get my car. when they get there they're (understandably) really mad, and they tell me that I'm not mature enough to be going to school so far away and I need to get my shit together and stop depending on them. which. is probably true. but made me feel even more stupid about the fact that I crashed my car. I get back to school and I'm still Very Sick with no energy or motivation to do anything. So I've spent the last week trying to get better and honestly to do anything. it hasn't really worked. I'm a lot better health-wise (Not emotionally), still sick but I have a lot of work due, so I really need a push to get started

[astro-rainbow777]

🍒⛽️Red Astrology Observations☎️👠

Mars in Astrology

💋 Passion in Astrology can be found in the Mars sign and house placement:

- Aries Mars are more passionate In nature, whatever they want, they go after, fiercely and bravely. The type to love sports, fights and competition of any kind. They thrive in a competitive environment and relationships. It possible their passion is tied to their childhood in some way (same for Mars in 1st)- so if this involves child hood toys they used to collect, eating their favorite foods growing up or playing games that they used to when times were simpler.

- Mars in 1st house can make the native very passionate about their looks, being perceived as dominate/hot/sexy, working out and having physical strength. I’ve noticed that they may like competition but generally they don’t try that hard to compete with others if they are in good health. If these natives are confident in themselves- they try so hard to boost the confidence of everyone around them.

- Taurus Mars can be passionate about their possessions, having their material needs met, connecting to their 5 senses and financial gain. “Anyone can cook” 👨🏻‍🍳 🤌🏻mentality. Passionate about rest! This may sound silly- but it’s actually quite hard to master, especially in hustle culture. As someone with no earth placements in their chart, it’s extremely hard for me to rest, slow down and enjoy my food. Be present, Taurus mars understands and values this. Not the type to gamble their money away. Needs things to make sense materially.

- Mars in 2nd house makes the individual very passionate and their financial security and safety, having their basic needs met, having an abundance of possessions. They can thrive in jobs that are considered a “competitive pay” corporation. They may love shopping, spending and saving money. They value passion and material wealth, so depending on what sign the Mars placement is in can add more context of what it surrounds. Bulk spenders, Costco/Sams Club membership holders lmao.

- Mars in Gemini is very multi faceted in what they are passionate about. They have little niches and hobbies that they love, anything that challenges them mentally while also being hands on! My mom has this and she’s really into gardening and cooking with the food she’s grown. She can get very restless about it but I think that it’s so cute how whatever she is passionate about consumes her mentally.

- Mars in 3rd is passionate about mental pursuits, they could have been picked on as a kid, which made them highly ambitious in their studies. Extremely competitive in the realm of knowledge. Their peers and siblings may see them as a threat or just see them as generally argumentative. Although I think these people just enjoy a good debate and exercising their intellectual capabilities. They could have an abundance of hobbies they indulge in and our passionate about. They may bound with their friends through their hobbies and passions. Could really enjoy competitive video games such as Smash Bros.

- Mars in Cancer natives are passionate about their family and proving themselves to their family. They could have been compared to their family members a lot growing up, or just felt an instability at home. They are passionate about cultivating a home for themselves and starting a family of their own one day. This does not have to be pertinent to kids- chosen family- fur babies 🐾 or significant other also ring true for this sign. - Mars in 4th are passionate about their loved ones, they are highly protective of themselves and others. These people are quite competitive but in a passive aggressive way. They are usually at war with their own emotions, family and security. I’ve noticed many of these individuals have had violence in childhood home or trauma surrounding family ):

- Mars in Leo they are passionate about their creativity, children and having fun! Would love to have this Mars placement honestly, because these people march to the beat of their own drum. It’s very admirable! They are passionate about their own authenticity, you will never catch them trying to steal someone else’s Swag lmao. I think they invented swag quite honestly 😂

- Mars in 5th are total party animals! They are passionate about life and all that the world has to offer. The world is their Oyster! Every sidewalk is their runway and every song they hear is the backtrack for the movie they star in! Their life is all about being confident in their own skin and romanticizing their selves, relationships and passion projects.

- Mars in Virgo are passionate about helping others and being the best version of themselves. This Mars sign is notoriously known for being able to try something once and being exceptionally good at it the first go. I hate to say it (only because I know it comes from a place of pain) but these natives are passionate about perfection. This can cause them a lot of anxiety if they are careful. Although, they are good at many things, it is advised that they lean into whatever makes them happy, serve their part in making the world a better place!

- Mars in 6th are passionate about their purpose, their health and their pets. They can spend a lot of time researching how to become better versions of themselves. They will have a very active routine and live passionately day to day. The type to wake up at sunrise, take their vitamins tend to their pets needs, cook a whole food breakfast, workout, meditate, journal, than go to work, tend to their pets needs, do their night time self care, hygiene, journal, meditate, pre sleep stretch, sleep exactly 8 hours, repeat. Function well with planners.

- Mars in Libra are passionate about harmony and balance. When I tell you their whole plan of action is strictly devoted to how not to get into conflict… it’s to the tea. They are super passionate about the relationships in their life, and are very generous in nature. They love art, certain aesthetics, good food and beautiful things. They may be called lazy from time to time because they don’t quite function the way other people do. They may make plans for 50 different things one day because they have a difficult time saying no- then end up going to none of them because they didn’t finish getting ready until everything event was finished. These people invented fashionably late.

- Mars in 7th is passionate about their partnerships. These natives are actually quite confrontational in comparison to Libra Mars. This is because they want to squash the beef before it’s even a problem. There may be a tendency to people please- but most of the time these people are just socially extroverted, kind and considerate.

- Mars in Scorpio is another sign that is just passionate in nature. It is so intense for them that it is hard for them to do anything if they not completely engulfed in passion. They psychoanalyze everyone they meet, at natural detectives and are friends with the unknown. They aren’t scared of the dark and often find so much beauty in what others cannot comprehend

- Mars in 8th are passionate about the unknown as well, it is very enticing to them. Anything involving mystery is naturally alluring to them. They love to get lost in rabbit holes of whatever they are interested in. Whatever it is they are the master of- and you question them about it, they’ve already thought of answer. Because they know their hobbies are often taboo, scary, and misunderstood- they have studied every answer to every question that someone had for them. Their passions are all encompassing. They are so much more than deep. Everything they do is intentional.

- Mars in Sagittarius are adventurous, hilarious and curious. I feel like Sagittarius more than Gemini Mars has that “Curiosity killed that cat” vibe. For Gemini mars it’s more like googling disturbing thing’s because they are curious than regretting it. For Sag tho, it’s doing things because YOLO and why tf not? Than breaking their leg or something. Although doesn’t happen often because we know how lucky Sag placements are lmao. But it’s like they jumped off a cliff, didn’t die but they broke their leg. Haha- this was a tangent

- Mars in 9th is going places! Literally they can’t sit still. Most likely passionate about travel, philosophy, and adventure. One of the most fun placements to have. Extreme sports is common here, skydiving, bungee jumping etc. They live to experience all that there is to experience. Very ambitious and passionate about education and teaching as well. They probably have things that they LlVE by

- Mars in Capricorn are passionate about success, achieving their goals which usually require them to work really hard. Where ever the mars is located in the houses can tell you a little bit more about what their goals are. They are passionate about being in control of their own lives, not takin shid from anyone lol

- Mars in 10th are passionate about being successful, being their own boss, their reputation and getting external recognition. They will put a lot of energy into their career and be very passionate about whatever they are doing. They will be a trail blazer and their career because they do it the right way the first time. Extremely hard workers- just be weary of burn out Mars in 10th folks!

- Mars in Aquarius is passionate about humanitarian pursuits, their community and friendships. They move about the world in the most unpredictable and unexpected way. They can be seen as a black sheep of their peers and then BAM they’re the ones turning heads, setting trends and on top. You will never know their next move and honestly neither do they! They get sudden bursts or urges of motivation and ideas- so never underestimate these individuals!

- Mars in 11th are passionate about their dreams, humanity and social causes. They will spend a lot of time surrounded by their friends and in their community. Although, their best friends will be fighting alongside them. They are passionate about the injustices of the world, stick up for the underdog and let their freak flag fly!

- Mars in Pisces are passionate about compassion, sacrifice, and unconditional love. Many of the times Pisces mars has their head in the clouds and put their energy into reading or writing their own book, painting the world they envisioned in their dream the night before, or staring at a the ocean, only to find God. This is if they are in a healthy nature, but many times they could escape through dr*gs, alc*h*l, s*x, or toxic relationships. This placement can get a bad rap for their changeability and confusion energy but they love harder than no other and would do anything for you if committed.

- Mars in 12th is passionate about their dreams, spiritually, many of them are religious or spiritual in nature. I haven’t met many who aren’t. They are natural introverts who need to spend as much time alone as they can to recharge. They may feel outcasted from society. A lot of people talk behind their back because of this which makes them withdraw even deeper. These natives benefit from living a spiritual, service oriented lifestyle, developing boundaries and surround themselves by people who genuinely want the best for them. It is hard but it is doable. Stay strong Mars in 12th!

🤬💢Pet Peeves🚨🚩

🚗Aries Mars- Going too slow in front of them-especially with no way around (applies to driving as well), lazy people, people who can’t keep up 💢Taurus Mars- Smacking, chewing inappropriately, weird textures….like chalk? Unpleasant senses, smells, being rushed, itchy clothes, under/over cooked food

☎️Gemini Mars- over stimulation, close minded attitude, when their friends don’t like each other, one word responses, boring people, when the Wi-Fi connection is slow

💔Cancer Mars- Inconsiderate of other people’s feelings (doesn’t have to be their own, most time it’s not), manipulation, people with anger issues, or people who take out their problems on others

🪭Leo Mars- When people try to compete with them when they are merely existing, copy cats, buzz kills, unwanted attention, seeing people in public that they don’t want to see

🤡 Virgo Mars- Know it alls, people who act like they know everything but don’t, ignorance, STAINS, people who are really loud….people lmaooo

💋Libra Mars- hypocrisy, stubbornness, arguments (especially in public), hypercritical people, slut and bullies

🧲Scorpio Mars- Lack of depth, lying for the sake of lying, slut shaming, shallow people, assuming, saying “I love you” like it’s casual, saying their friends when they know nothing about them, rumors

🚁Sagittarius Mars- People who lack independence, being late to things (not really others…they hate being late), people who try to control them, excess responsibility, and inflexibility

🩸Capricorn Mars- Doing things half-a$$ed, moochers, lack of ambition, unreliable, carelessness, immaturity, unpredictable behavior

🍄Aquarius Mars- Conformist, cry babies, stupidity, agreeing with them when they are playing devils advocate lol, when they like an unpopular artist and than it becomes trendy, attention seekers

🌹Pisces Mars- Telling them they are being unrealistic or their dreams are too big, being called sensitive or told they care too much, lmao reality…being alive hahaha- being judged for their spirituality/religion

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[astrow1zar6]

Astro Observations (Beauty indicators)- 27

Degrees in the 5th degree: known as a big sex appeal placement. These people naturally draw attention to themselves effortlessly especially on the asc. They could be wearing a bag and will have ppl still staring and asking for their number. They can get famous for their beauty.

Neptune in the 1st house: they kinda look like their wearing a filter naturally.. like their appearance is abnormally smooth and glossy, they have a very otherworldly look to them that will make others turn back for a second look. They all look like angels. They can have very dreamy personalities as well they know how to mirror other’s desires back to them which can create an almost hypnotic effect on others. (Marilyn Monroe had this)

Venus in 1st house: they give that conventional insta baddie look usually. But no seriously these people can easily become famous for their beauty fast on social media. They have such friendly charming personalities and genuinely enjoy being around others which adds to the charm. They normally put a lot of effort into looking good.

Libra Rising: I think this one is pretty self explanatory lol. These people are really easy to spot they normally have amazing fashion sense, regardless of their aesthetic they pull of whatever they wear so nicely. They dress like story book characters. Just a main character placement

Lilith conjunct asc: these people are also so angelic to look at. I feel like many ppl expect these people to be covered in tattoos and piercings and dark makeup (however they definitely could) but I mostly see that they have such an innocent beautiful appearance normally, the edginess is more through the vibe they give off which causes a lot of people to become obsessed with them. They look so sweet & innocent yet you can sense how much power these people hold within themselves. This can make them very intimidating but insanely attractive!

Libra Venus: they never usually have a hard time finding a partner due to their refined nature. These are people truly in love with love, their willingness to find love in others can be really attractive to the opposite sex (or same sex) which will cause them to have a lot of suitors normally. Their appearance is always so put together and they have such a perfect face for makeup! They tend to have very beautiful smiles as well.

Capricorn rising: talk about face card, these people normally look like models. They have amazing bone structure and are very petite themselves. This can give more an edgy dark beauty. They remind me of a sculpted Greek statue very emotionless and still yet so beautiful to look at.

Venus in 2nd house: giving princess vibes. These people are the definition of pretty privilege. Men will just buy them things for looking cute. Usually has an amazing fashion sense. They have very wealthy personalities, even if they weren’t raised rich they talk like they came from a lot of uk what I mean. Their power is really in their voice they have the most seductive voices my lord, this is what can attract so much wealthy partners. Amazing sweet talkers.

Venus in Taurus: give such a natural beauty. These people give coconut girl aesthetic with the natural tanned faces, effortlessly messy beach wave hair. These people just radiate beauty. The most beautiful thing about these people is their feminine qualities and their ability to know what they want for themselves. This can make them ideal wife’s to many. They are usually into classical feminine activities such as clothes making, cooking/baking, knitting, making jewelry. They give perfect conventional wife vibes.

Aphrodite in the 1st and 7th house: I feel like the first house is pretty self explanatory but these natives are usually known for their beauty like Venus in the 1st house. Many famous models have this placement (Adriana Lima) they have the most symmetrical features, these were the kids that never had an ugly/awkward phase. The 7th house makes you attractive to others around you. You can be seen as extremely charming and likable in your social engagements with others you can become very popular fast. However this attracts a lot of enemies and jealousy from others because of how liked you are by others. People almost worship you like a goddess. When I think of Aphrodite in the 7th I think of “the birth of Venus” painting where she’s emerging out of the claim and everyone around her is in awe, that’s what this placement is like.

Venus in 7th house: usually have such beautiful personalities. Even if they aren’t physically attractive they have such charming personalities that they are still seen as very attractive. These people are also really funny and good at engaging the opposite sex (or the same whatever you’re into) they attract so much attention from others romantically even if they are the least attractive in the room. They can pull some pretty attractive partners as well! And if they do happen to be physically attractive then they probably steal all the men😂 lowkey a little jealous of this placement! You guys are just so cool.

Pisces moons: they get known for their beauty pretty often. I feel like everyone has a crush on them ESPECIALLY the men with this placement. The men with this placement tend to sweep women away like a fictional character, they’re usually amazing with sweet talk. They also tend to look otherworldly too and others can get really obsessed with them. (Bjorn Anderson was a Pisces moon).

Cancer moons: they are all so pretty and feminine 🥺 they usually have a very doll-like appearance and a very warm aura. They know how to make others feel at home which is really attractive. They usually have soft feminine features and have a natural glow to them like the moon! They have such a motherly energy to them you just want them to mother you. Also very emotionally intelligent. These are amazing people to go to when you just need to vent, they’re the best listeners and comforters. Their softness attracts so many people to them.

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[lewisvinga]

osita | carlos sainz x reader!

summary; carlos and his love for his wife and his osita

fc; various girls from pinterest

warnings; none (?)

notes; requested! i loved writing this sm 🥹

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carlossainz55: st moritz con mi reina y mi osita 🧸💗 [with my queen and my little bear]

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yourusername; alma really loved playing in the snow with her papá, surprised she liked the cold!

carlossainz55: because she was always cuddled up with me or her mamá, she was always warm!

yourusername: thank you for taking us to see st moritz, we love you💗💗

carlossainz55: and i love my girls most❤️

username: girl dad carlos 😵‍💫

username: need someone who loves and appreciates me as much as carlos does with y/n😞😞😞

username: THE BEAR OUTFIT IM CRYING

username: y/n is her i fear

charles_leclerc: alma was the best part of the trip let’s be honest now

carlossainz55: always stealing the show with her chubby cheeks

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[caption 1; osita wants to drive my ferrari 🤣] [caption 2; taking my girls out shopping ❤️] [caption 3; mi corazón y mi alma❤️‍🩹 (my heart and my alma/soul)]

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[caption 1; alma has him wrapped around her little finger!] [caption 2; guess who bought us matching chanel kellys🙈] [caption 3; papá making sure alma is a madridista, hala madrid!🤍]

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yourusername: life lately ❤️‍🩹

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carlossainz55: mis tesoros, los quiero a los dos ❤️❤️ [my treasures, i love you both]

yourusername: and we love you so much💗💗

username: putting this in my pinterest board

username: carlos is such a girl dad OMG

username: baby alma 🥹🥹🥹

username: still thinking abt madridista alma

yourusername: she’s a modric fan, she’s cool like that 💅

alexandrasaintmleux:oh alma what a cutie 🥹 i miss her!!!☹️

yourusername: she misses her tia alex too!

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carlossainz55: one year ago today, i stood by y/n’s side while she brought me one of the greatest things she could’ve ever given me. our dear almita turns one today and i couldn’t have asked for better. thank you, my y/n for bringing our angel to this world. feliz cumpleaños, mi osita. te quiero. 💗 [happy birthday, my little bear, i love you]

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yourusername: alma has the best papá truly 🥹

carlossainz55: and she has the best mamá!

yourusername: i can’t believe our alma is one, i couldn’t stop crying, she’s so big already!☹️

landonorris: you think you crying was bad???? carlos was SOBBING😭😭

carlossainz55: ok no need to air out my business like that 🙄

yourusername: yeah, amor, you were kinda sobbing in every picture 😕

carlossainz55: i can’t help it!! my princess just turned one 😞

username: carlos CRIED??

username: this is so sweet i’m gonna get diabetes

username: SHES SO CUTE

username: the fairy theme>>>

charles_leclerc: happy birthday, alma!!

alexandrasaintmleux: what a cutie, happy birthday, almita!💗

scuderiaferrari: happy 1st birthday to the princess of our garage! 👑❤️

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[crishayle]

Astrology notes

Disclaimer. This is where I write my personal notes. They may not suit you because your other planets and aspects are stronger. Please consider this. Thanks for the feedback. Kisses ლ(´ڡ`ლ)

The placements in Leo/5th house are very dependent on music. They turn it on whenever possible. It doesn't matter with or without headphones. Some even have a ritual. For example, they don't clean or walk down the street without music

The beginning of the Capricorn season really fits the atmosphere of the end of the year. All people are stressed out, overworking to close deadlines. Everyone is save money for Christmas and gifts. Someone begins to feel apathy because of the cold and eternal darkness. Well, isn't it true that Capricorn's vibe? ૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა

People with a dominant Moon, do you also feel the phases of the Moon? For example, the recent full Moon in Cancer? I noticed that all my friends and clients with a dominant Moon constantly complain about some kind of fucked up full moon

If your Venus gets into the 1st house of a person in synastry, then he will consider you the ideal of beauty. That is, to accept literally everything. Even what you think is ugly

I noticed that people with a Leo in the Big Three (Sun, Moon, ascendant) most often have a pink skin tone or, more simply, a warm one

People can notice and especially feel not only your ascendant, but also the dominant planets and stelliums (including in houses). For example, the stellium in the 6th house may feel like Virgo, and the dominant Moon like Cancer or the sign of your Moon

Mars in the 7th house is not so much conflicted as fair and harsh in words. He will not quarrel from scratch, but if he feels disrespect, lies or arrogance, then… Well, you know... But in general, they are very pleasant and interesting people

Some of the most physically resilient people most often have Mars in Scorpio/Sagittarius/Virgo. They may not look athletic, but they withstand heavy loads much better than others. Although maybe it's their strength of mind, not their body.

Many aspects to Neptune can indicate a person who has an eternal mess at home

Any aspect of Jupiter and the Sun indicates optimism. Of course, they get upset too and sometimes don't believe in themselves, but their resourcefulness is much stronger than sadness.

People with the Sun/Moon square/opposition Saturn often suffer from hyper-responsiveness. It is very important for them to keep everything under control and this can literally bring themselves to neurosis

Mercury conjunct Venus with orb 0 or 1 is always a beautiful voice, maybe they don't have to sing, but they have a velvety and most often a little low voice

The Sun/Moon square/opposition Neptune most often consider their parents to be a little infantile, or they have been put in the role of a third parent since childhood. For example, a mother could see her daughter as a babysitter for her younger daughter. Simply put, such people have already felt older and wiser than their parents since childhood

People with the Moon conjunct/trine/sextile Saturn are very well-mannered. They understand what morality is, they are moderately kind, moderately modest, they know how to communicate politely and beautifully

Girls with stellium in Scorpio have always attracted, attract and will attract everyone's attention (but especially men's). Moreover, they are admired by other girls (they subscribe to them on Instagram and constantly watch stories and photos)

I recently read that Socrates (the man who invented rhetoric) may have been with the Sun in Gemini. I'm not surprised

People with the Moon sextile/trine/conjunct Venus are adorable. It's not even about charisma here, but about the fact that they are generally quite cute in character and appearance

The dominant Pluto in the natal chart may indicate a love of sarcasm, black humor and a slightly harsh manner of speech. Touchy people consider them rude, but for Plutonians this is their usual way of communicating

A little more about Pluto. Stephen King has many aspects that point to his love and talent in the horror genre. This is Pluto in the 1st house, Mercury sextile Pluto, the Moon trine Pluto, Scorpio in the 5th house

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𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕗𝕥 ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤

Oscar Piastri x Horner!Reader Miami and Imola bring new challenges to the grid. Challenges such as finally initiating the romance part of your potential relationship- oh and being on the podium with your ex-teammate too.

Warnings: swearing ig? idk my usual warnings apply (ALSO REALLY BAD TEXT MESSAGE EDITING LMAOOO)

you're crazy if you can see dates on the tweets (/hj)

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gerihalliwellhorner I'm convinced that Miami loves you too, Darling 🥰🥰 -> redbullracing please don't embarrass me while i'm working, Mum!! -> gerihalliwellhorner Oh you do that well enough on your own

user4599 Thank you for feeding us with all the #OP81 content we could need 🫡🫡 -> redbullracing ofc! I have to use my power for something right??

maxverstappen1 This is Max Verstappen erasure 😒😒 -> redbullracing anyone ever tell you you're a massive baby?? -> maxverstappen1 not to my face, why? did you hear something? -> redbullracing only thing I can hear is you whining

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oscarpiastri Luka is clearly the best Verstappen out there -> redbullracing right?! the only one that comes close is his mother fr -> victoriaverstappen what a coincidence haha, Luka says you're his favourite rb driver 🤭 -> maxverstappen1 I'm still his favourite uncle tho right?? -> victoriaverstappen welllllll....... -> victoriaverstappen "Who's your favourite uncle, Luka?" "UNCLE OSCAR!!" -> maxverstappen1 ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

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user2268 following Honey-Lemon's acc RIGHT NOW -> misshoney.lemon You're a 🍬🫀 (get it? sweet-heart??) -> user4568 we've only had Honey-Lemon for 10mins but if anything happened to her I would k-ll everyone and then myself

Imola GP

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redbullracing In honour of #Lestappen + Oscar on the podium (again), here are some pictures of Admin's favourite F1 drivers past and present :D tagged: maxverstappen1, oscarpiastri, charles_leclerc, nicorosberg, kimimatiasraikkonen, sebastianvettel

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user6548 Admin must have a thing for cunty drivers ->redbullracing 👁️🫦👁️💅💅 -> user6548 you and me are the same

nicorosberg I'm flattered 🤭 -> redbullracing Love you King 🫶🫶

oscarpiastri Why couldn't you pick a cunty pic of me too? -> redbullracing listen man, sometimes the fans don't deserve the fan service y'know?? -> user5589 DOES THIS MEAN ADMIN HAS CUNTY OSCAR PICS???!!?!? -> redbullracing ADMIN HAS THEM AND IS HOLDING THEM HOSTAGE

sebastianvettel I'll reply for both Kimi and myself. -> sebastianvettel I'm honoured to be considered one of your favourites :) -> redbullracing ok that was you, what's kimi's reply?? -> sebastianvettel 👍👍 -> redbullracing idk why i expected any different

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Here we go, as promised!

(not even joking, planning this and having people ask abt writing for others in f1 has given me so much motivation, this is great)

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[lazyjellyfish300]

Mom and Dad Are Fighting On Valentine's Day 💌

Miguel O'Hara x Fem wife reader

Synopsis: same universe as Mom and Dad Are Fighting On Christmas. You and Miguel are married with three kids: Gabi(his), Marcus(yours), and Anthony(you two had him together). He falls back into his workaholic patterns and you two have a big fight that nearly ruins your big Valentine's Day plans. Word count 5.2k

Sequel-Mother's Day ending blurb

A/N: My last piece for my Valentine's Day special! I just love this man so much lol. Enjoy! Here's the first one I posted for V Day (this fic is completely unrelated to this one)

TW: MINORS DNI, SMUT AT THE END (P IN V, FINGERING, CREAMPIE, ORAL F RECEIVING BUT DOESN'T GO INTO TOO MUCH DETAIL, BREEDING,) FAMILY PLANNING, TALKS OF DEPRESSION, TALK OF ABUSE, ANGST, MARRIAGE TROUBLES, JEALOUSY, INSECURITY, MAYBE ALLUDES TO POSTPARTUM DEPRESSION, MENTION OF TRADITIONAL GENDER ROLES, OC SIBLINGS TO GABI, OC OF YOUR (READER'S) MOTHER. The OCS HAVE PRETTY MUCH LITTLE TO NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION, READER'S MOTHER HAS NONE WHATSOEVER. ANTHONY FAVORS MIGUEL MORE IN TERMS OF LOOKS, THIS IS MORE DISCUSSED IN THE CHRISTMAS FIC BEFORE THIS.

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It was February 1st and one of the first nights you and your husband actually went to bed at the same time in weeks.

"Let's make a baby this Valentine's Day..." Miguel whispered as his large hand snaked under your arm to cup your breast. Your eyes fluttered, your phone slipped onto the ground, the spicy fanfic you were reading temporarily forgotten. You rolled your hips forward at his touch and panted softly.

"What...?"

"Hmmm....? ¿Quieres un otro niño conmigo, mi amor? (You want another child with me, my love?) He started laying hungry kisses on your neck, his breathing becoming more heavy and hot against your ear, which made you bite your lip. "We can have someone watch the kids...I'll take the day after off so we can have all night and everything..."

"Honey... the baby would be born in November?"

"Mhmmm..." Miguel was too busy caressing your now erect nipples and moving a hand to your crotch to really focus on your conversation.

"They'd be a Scorpio."

Miguel pulls back with an amused look on his face

"Baby...be serious. That's what you're worried about?"

You shrug. "I mean..."

Miguel scoffed and grabbed your breasts again. "I don't care when they're born...just want another little one running around...has your cute nose and everything..." His lips graze upwards on your neck until they come to rest on your jaw. "¿Qué dices?" (What do you say) he murmurs against your skin.

Your mind rushes with all kinds of thoughts. Anthony was quickly approaching his third birthday. You and Miguel had discussed adding just one more O'Hara to the family multiple times. It seemed like good timing. You missed the tender joy and even the sleep deprivation that a little baby brought with them.

You and Miguel had occasional quarrels over dividing housework here and there, but when it came to caring for the kids he was such a hands on father (when he wasn't going through one of his workaholic phases), that you didn't mind the extra labor a newborn demanded.

When people (rudely) asked you if you were done having kids, you couldn't give a firm no. One more child seemed like the perfect way to complete the family you and him built together. You were ready.

You look up at your husband, that irritatingly sexy smirk on his face as he gazes back down at you.

"Buy me dinner first?" You smirk back.

Miguel lets out a hearty chuckle, "I can handle that...I am a gentleman after all. Wouldn't want my pretty little wife thinking I have any ulterior motives..."

He leans down and you release more giggles as he blazes another trail of kisses between your breasts and down your stomach.

"You're impossible, O'Hara..."

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The next morning, you two start your usual routine. You throw on your signature leggings and hoodie since you have three kids to wrangle, along with the morning carpool.

Miguel is rolling up his sleeves on his sweater as he leans over to plant a kiss on Gabi's and Marcus's heads as they scarf down their Fruit Loops cereal. He has to chase down little Anthony for a minute, and Anthony squeals as Miguel plants a goodbye kiss on his small chubby cheeks that are smeared with banana puree.

"Bye, baby..." Miguel gives your booty what he thought was a discreet love squeeze along with a peck on the lips, much to Gabi's chagrin.

"Gross!"

Miguel grins and opens the door to the garage.

"Mmm- don't forget! Gabi has her book report presentation at 2 pm today!" You call after him.

Shit... Miguel remembers. That's going to be a tough one to squeeze in his already stuffed schedule. "Okay, I'll see what I can do!"

You groan silently to yourself. You knew him well enough to know there was a 99% chance he wasn't coming based on that response alone. You plaster on a fake smile and try to shrug off your worry for the kids' sake. "Alright munchkins, the magic school express is leaving for school, pronto!"

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After dropping off Gabi, Marcus and two of the neighbors' kids at school, you drop Anthony off at your mother's for some quality time while you catch up on housework. Or at least some of the housework because you end up showering and taking a 3 hour nap. The demands of the past week finally caught up to you. You groggily shut off the alarm on your phone. The clock said noon.

You text your husband, "Are you going to make it to Gabi's presentation?"

No answer.

But, that was typical. Miguel could get quite busy at HQ and not respond for hours. Still, you kept your hopes up that this time he'd make an honest effort to be there to support Gabi.

After lunch, you go back to your mother's and visit for a bit, then you and little Anthony head over to the school for Gabi's presentation promptly at 2 pm.

Gabi breaks out into a smile when she sees you and her baby brother enter the classroom. "Sissyyy!" Anthony babbles, waving his chunky arm.

Gabi runs to the back of the class and picks up little Anthony to give him a squeeze hello, he giggles furiously, kicking his dangling feet as she spins him around. You give both kids a warm smile then take Anthony in your lap as Gabi walks to the front of the classroom.

She hesitates for a moment and her eyes dart from you and Anthony to the door, as though she was expecting someone else to walk through. You get a sinking feeling in your gut when you realize she's looking for her papa. Her face falls a little bit when the door remains closed and the class goes silent, waiting for her to begin. You look at Gabi and give her an encouraging nod, not letting any of the disappointment you're feeling make itself known on your face.

Gabi takes a deep breath and starts to give her book report presentation. You hug Anthony a little closer to your chest as you both sit and watch, silently vowing to "accidentally" forget to cook Miguel dinner tonight.

Unfortunately, that night you didn't even get the opportunity to bitch him out because he came home some time around 3 am the next morning only to have to roll out of bed 3 hours later to beat the morning rush hour.

All of the excitement and positive momentum you thought you and Miguel were building after his suggestion to spend Valentine's Day together starts to chip away, day after day. He comes home in the wee hours of the night, missing dinner, homework, and bedtime. The kids seem to notice. Marcus snaps at you as you struggle to help him with his science homework. "Daddy knows how to do this stuff! I want him to help me, not you!"

You try to act like that comment didn't sting and answer in a calm but shaky voice. "Daddy's at work. I'm doing my best to help you and I need you to speak to me in a kinder tone, please."

Marcus grunts in frustration, stomping upstairs and slamming his door.

And, to make things worse, he begins picking more fights with Gabi than usual. Doors get slammed and toys get thrown as early as 8 am when a dispute arises over who gets to pick which cartoon is playing on the TV.

In the evenings, you have to scream at the top of your lungs and separate them after they start kicking each other under the table while little Anthony wails because he hates what's being served for dinner. The night ends with everyone in tears and all three kids eventually sleeping in your bed because they're too upset to stay in their rooms.

Miguel winds up on the couch or doesn't even come home at all, leaving you with an uneasy feeling in your stomach with a painful side of resentment.

On Valentine's Day, you wake up and look over. Gabi, Marcus, and Anthony are all in a pile lying against each other on Miguel's side of the bed. It's 5 am. You slide out of bed, taking care not to disrupt your sleeping babies.

You walk quietly downstairs, a storm brewing in your chest, a seething monologue you plan to unleash on your careless husband asleep on the couch again. You had his favorite bourbon, new cologne, his favorite snacks, and some new socks that you were going to set out for him to wake up to. He could forget about all of that now. He didn't even bother to get you anything, or even climb into bed with all of you at least when he got home.

You were preparing to hold his feet to the fire and ask where the hell he's been, if he's remembered he even has a family, and, if his sorry ass doesn't start coming home at a reasonable time or even issue a nearly two weeks overdue apology to Gabi for letting her down, that he can scrap your Valentine's Day plans, cancel the hotel, and you'll return all his gifts back to the store. Things haven't been this bad since Christmas when you nearly got divorced.

But, he's not there. The couch is bare. He spent another complete day and night at work. Didn't even come home so he could be there for you on fucking Valentine's Day. At this point, you just feel like crying. Frustration reached its boiling point and threatens to bubble over. You check your phone, the last text you sent to him was last night at 5 pm.

"Making dinner. Marcus is struggling with his science homework again and got upset with me. Will you please come home at a reasonable time tonight so you can talk to him about it? Are we still on for tomorrow and letting my mom watch the kids?"

The message was opened and read at 7:45 pm with no response. You walk outside onto your porch and call him, pacing back and forth restlessly as the phone rings.

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Miguel walks through a portal back into his office at HQ, Felicia Hardy and Ben Reilly in tow. Felicia and Ben are bantering back and forth as Miguel notices an incoming call from you. Miguel's eyes are bloodshot, not having had a blink of sleep in nearly 18 hours

"Someone's in troubleee," Felicia teases. Miguel tries to brush off the comment as he nervously answers and utters a loud "FUCK!" when he realizes what today is.

Deep down, Miguel knew he had been getting worse lately. Diving head first into his work, so adamant on protecting the multiverse that he made himself blind to your needs and the needs of his children, seemingly a purposeful self-sabatoge. It was something you both unpacked early on in your relationship for you to eventually discover he had a form of depression.

A lot of it could be traced back to all those times where he was a boy who grew up way too fast as he shielded Gabriel from the obvious abuse his step dad inflicted on their family. He would take his responsibilities almost a little too seriously, always needing to be the solution to every problem, even if it meant setting himself on fire, and to the detriment of anyone close to him.

You two also battled over the age old argument the majority of married couples faced: the disproportionate division of visible and invisible labor. This was no doubt something that was ingrained in both of you growing up as a pattern that you two were fighting to try and break: the woman handles everything related to the home and kids, the permanent project manager of the family with little to no emotional assistance from the man. Meanwhile , the man works full time and makes such a healthy living that he can sustain her and multiple kids on it at once. The only domestic tasks he should be concerned with are the lawn and any random repairs around the house.

You were very supportive of his mental health of course, but it was times like these where you just needed him home, needed to feel like you didn't have to weather this storm on your own. A very distinct part of the vows you made to each other on your wedding day.

Sometimes you found yourself crying at night or when a love song came on, asking yourself if marriage was really this hard, or if love and the ideas of it that got planted in your head from an early age were just things of fiction. Something you clearly weren't meant to experience. Hell, none of the women on your side of the family did. Your grandma had a shitty marriage but stayed, your mom and dad divorced, and your aunt couldn't make any of her three marriages work.

You hear Miguel answer and you exhale with relief. "Did you get my text?..."

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded, "Yeah...Happy Valentine's Day... Lo siento, mi alma..."

(I'm sorry, my soul)

You cross your arms, his greeting and weak apology completely going over your head. "So, where the hell have you been? What have you been up to? I've said maybe 10 words to you in the past nearly two weeks. I've been doing this all by myself..." Your voice thickens and you begin to cry at last, "If you're hurting again you need to tell me..."

Miguel starts to interrupt you but you bulldoze over him, not letting him put out the fire that was lit underneath you. "I need you home. The kids need you home. I am not celebrating Valentine's Day with you in a hotel room tonight if you do not come home at a reasonable time this afternoon to see the kids before we need to drop them off at my mom's."

At that point, Ben makes Felicia giggle loudly in the background. The tone is flirtatious and breathy. The sound is awfully incriminating as it comes through on the other line. Miguel shoots a frantic, pissed off look in their direction.

Your heart does a death drop from your chest to your stomach as you hear it. The deep seated insecurity that always hung in the very back of your mind that liked to make unwelcome appearances, usually at the worst of times in your marriage. An unpleasant symptom of having a husband who was exceedingly physically attractive to practically anyone who laid eyes on him.

The fear he would eventually tire of you and leave you high and dry for someone else. Someone prettier. Someone younger. Someone who wasn't bogged down by responsibilities. Someone who hadn't shown him the worst of who they could be. Someone whose personality was more contagious than yours. Someone more intelligent and successful. Someone who was everything you weren't.

"Who the hell is that...?" you ask through clenched teeth.

Miguel's hand comes up, covering nearly his entire face as he weakly tries to defend himself. "That was....Felicia..."

Felicia. Of fucking course. Here we go again...You hadn't worried about her since the last argument you two had over Christmas when Miguel foolishly decided to throw it in your face that she was more pleasant to be around as a mindless way to hurt you in that moment.

The tiniest seed of insecurity planted that would cause you to spiral with overthinking whenever her name was mentioned, even when you knew she really had a thing for Ben and Miguel put in work to reassure you of the fact that you were still the sole apple of his eye. Miguel had probably just reset whatever progress you two made since then ten steps backwards.

He frantically tries to save himself on the phone but you're already checking out as we speak. "But Ben's here too! Ben's here, too! Babe! We were on Earth-5129, we've been stuck on missions that take all day. Their Sinister Six has been causing all sorts of problems. I'm not alone with anyone, baby, I swear to God. I just got carried away with work-"

"Oh, oh you got carried away alright..." Your tears are hot and salty streaks on your cheeks. "The kids and I will be staying at my mom's. Have fun on your little mission."

"Baby don't hang up I swear to God-..."

You hang up and set your phone down on the ground, crouching down so your head is in your hands and you're squatting in a near fetal position, not moving much except your shoulders gently shaking, causing you to try and rock in a soothing motion as you sob uncontrollably.

You cry and cry. You cry for yourself. You cry at the fact that you feel like a single married mother. You cry because you're frustrated you're not good enough at math to help Marcus with his homework. You cry at the memory of Gabi's disappointed, sad face when she had to give her presentation without her favorite person there to watch. You cry about your body and how you haven't felt beautiful lately, that unkind, irrational thought that perhaps if you were prettier, then Miguel would pay more attention.

You cry about not having enough time in the day to do the things you want to do and how motherhood literally has no breaks to just let you breathe. You cry about Miguel and how this marriage at times feels harder than it should be, wondering what happened to the man you married and just wanting him back.

After several minutes, you just sit and stare at the slightly overcast morning, the cold slowly announcing its presence, your emotions and stress had rendered you insensitive to its chill for most of the time you were out there. You tug your fingers into the sleeves of your pajamas and waddle back inside, pausing at the main floor bathroom. You make sure there is no evidence of tears before you get your kids ready for another day, determined to at least make their Valentine's Day magical even if yours was already off to a shit start. Emotions can wait, motherhood doesn't stop.

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Later that night, Gabi and Marcus are passed out in the guest bedroom at your mom's, sugar high worn off once again, and little Anthony is snoozing peacefully in your mom's lap. She quietly rocks him in the recliner in her living room, her nose buried in a book.

She hears Miguel enter quietly, and she looks up. Disapproval obvious in her expression as she bookmarks her spot.

You didn't tell her you and Miguel were fighting, but she knows her daughter well enough to know something was wrong, and he was the cause.

Miguel greets her in a hushed tone so as to not wake Anthony. "Thank you for watching the kids tonight..."

Your mom acknowledges with a curt nod of her head. Miguel sits down. Before he can speak, your mom interrupts. "She's at the hotel..." She pauses, letting Miguel absorb the information. "She wouldn't tell me the truth, but I know my daughter well enough to know she's hurt."

Miguel takes a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair. "Yeah... I messed up big time."

Your mom continues, "All the kids are asleep. If I were you, I'd go fix it..." She takes a deep breath of her own, Anthony stirs a little. "I love you like a son, Miguel. But, I'm gonna say this nicely: you work too much. One day, before you know it, these sweet kids are gonna be all grown up, and you and your wife won't even know what to talk about anymore because you never made your marriage a priority."

Miguel nods slowly, taking in her words.

"Don't become strangers in your marriage like I did." Your mom says, looking sincerely into Miguel's eyes. It clicks for Miguel at last, and he knows what he needs to do. He just prays that you'll even let him get close enough to let you hear him out.

Miguel gives your mom a warm smile of appreciation and a stroke to Anthony's hair before he ventures out into the February air, off to go win your heart back once again.

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You're curled up in the king sized bed in the executive suite of one of the fanciest hotels nearby. You and Miguel stayed there the night before you eloped, and it was your first time staying there since. You would have cancelled the room altogether, but it was too late by the time Miguel messed up, so you figured you'd enjoy it, even if you had to do it alone, dammit. If you were going to cry, then at least you'd be doing it while wearing the hotel's fancy bathrobe on the top floor with chocolate covered strawberries and champagne.

You popped one in your mouth to try and distract from your tears that threatened to leak once again as you watched Letters to Juliet on the flat screen TV. You sniffed loudly, and there was a loud booming knock at the door.

You stayed right where you were, having a hunch it was your husband crawling back, biting another chocolate covered strawberry, this time chasing it with a longer sip of champagne.

The knocks get louder and you mutter a "shit" when you hear Miguel start calling your name, his fist relentless against the heavy oak door. You get up cautiously, creeping towards the knocking.

"Abre la puerta, cariño, por favor!!!" (Open the door, dear, please!) Miguel yells. "Stop doing this shit baby, I'M YOUR HUSBAND! TALK TO ME!"

The neighbors across the hall open up their door and start chastising him. Something about "keep it down people are trying to sleep", "this is the first night we've had away in MONTHS", "take your relationship problems outside", to which Miguel loudly hisses it's none of their goddamn business.

You open the door, yank your disheveled, tall ass husband into your room, and slam it in the face of the Karens. Problem solved. You huff and turn around, making your way back to your champagne throne, not saying a word.

Miguel makes a loud sigh, trying to settle from 100 back to 0. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry..." His brown locks are unkempt, a little bit of stubble peppers his chin. His crimson eyes are surrounded by little bloodshot lines. In his hands he has a slightly wilted bouquet of pink roses, one of the last bundles they had available at the grocery store, and in the other, a little pack of caramel Ghirdadellis being held by a tiny stuffed gray hippo.

You take the stuffed animal from Miguel with a neutral expression on your face. "He can stay," you wiggle the hippo in your hand. "But you can't. "

Miguel groans. "Baby, NOTHING happened. I swear on our children."

You raise an eyebrow at the bold statement. "On our children?"

Miguel sits on the edge of the bed, pulling at the hem of your bathrobe. "If I'm lying, let God Himself strike me down where I stand."

"You're sitting," you murmur, unable to resist. Miguel gives an exhausted gasp of laughter.

"You know what I mean..." He says, trying to steer the conversation back on target. "I would NEVER do that to you in a million years. I was an ass, I know. I've been taking too much time at work and I neglected you. I neglected the kids..." He sighs and leans into your chest. You silently wrap your hands around his head, pressing him into you.

Miguel closes his eyes, taking a deep smell of your scent. All of his stress seemingly being tugged out of his head with every moment he stays squished against your heart. He tries to explain, "Ben and Felicia were laughing, that's what you heard on the phone..."

You take a steady intake of breath. "Miguel..."

"Te lo prometo...." (I promise you) He says earnestly, looking up into your eyes from where he's still sitting on the edge of the bed. "Te lo prometo" (I promise you) he repeats for emphasis this time, his voice reducing to a whisper, crimson eyes wide as though his pupils could pull you in and make you see the truth.

"You don't need to explain yourself..." You say, bringing your hands to cup his face. His eyes fluttered closed and he leans into them. When he reopens them, a thin layer of tears is evident.

When Miguel cries, you can't help but cry also. You press your tongue against the back of your teeth, and go back to playing with his hair instead to hold them at bay. "How'd we get like this, baby?..."

That sentence utterly breaks his heart because he's all too aware of his role he's played in being a strain on your marriage by now. This was unlike you two. He's unable to speak but a million thoughts sprint through his head. Life happened. We stopped making each other the priority. Yes, the kids' needs would ultimately trump everything else while they were still very young, but when was it going to be your time again? Instead of going back to the way things were, you'd have to get to know each other again.

Meeting yourselves again as the new people you evolved into, reunited over those tender words you promised each other on wrinkled paper you stole from a printer in a cramped city office building nearly 5 years ago. Your lovely face bore a jittery smile underneath your department store veil, Miguel's expression tender as though he could power a city from the affection on his face alone.

Now, on this late Valentine's Day night , he beckons you to sit next to him, which you do. He lays you backwards, following you and propping himself on his elbow. The shift causes one tear to escape, creeping into your hair. You sniffle, and Miguel looks at you with concern. "Life got in the way again...it's not your fault. It's mine..." He admits shamefully.

You stare at the ceiling, more tears trickling into your hair before you look at Miguel. "Why'd you marry me?"

Miguel gives you a soft smile and answers in a hushed tone. "I decided one day that I didn't want to be without you." He pauses and his smile disappears momentarily, then creeps back up again. "Do you still wanna be without me right now?"

You shake your head. "No...I was mad. But that doesn't mean I really want you to go. I've just missed you, baby... *sigh*.....can we end the night together?"

Miguel's expression liquefies, "Course we can...and tomorrow too, right?" He scoops you even closer. We'll take our time, maybe get breakfast at that diner you love? Take you shopping?...I got a lot to make up for," he chuckles.

You hum, bringing your fingertips against his broad back. "Yes please." You let yourself drown in his hug for several moments, then you say, "We really need to stop fighting and making up on all the major holidays. Hallmark is going to catch wind of it and make a film adaptation, just watch."

Miguel beams, a light snicker from his chest vibrates against your body. "Haha...you're right, baby. Can't keep letting them get away with it..." His hand moves to grip your ass. "I'll wait til St. Patrick's Day to act up instead..."

"Babe. No."

"I'm kidding!"

"No, just, no," you shake your head, trying to wiggle out of his grasp but he holds you firmly down, both hands moving under your robe.

"You're right, my apologies, Mrs...." he croons.

"O'Hara. That's Mrs. O'Hara to you." You prod the tip of his nose.

"Mmm..."

Miguel kisses the sides of your neck, his lips still contain the tiniest bit of chill from the outside. You sigh into it, your sweet sounds of surrender tickling his ears, evolving into a wave of warmth that covers every inch of him, making him tremble for what's happening next.

"Mrs.... O'Hara..." At the sound of his name, he slides two fingers into your pussy. Your lips fall open at the intrusion, a whine bouncing off the walls.

"Shh...." Miguel soothes, his fingers start moving in a circular pattern.

"Fffuck...," your back arches, encouraging him to go deeper. You've reached the point where you're completely vulnerable. Falling apart to your husband's sweet thick fingers.

Miguel kisses the top of your breasts, still coaxing the walls of your pussy. "There she is..."

"I love you so much..." you whine, almost desperate.

His eyes are completely intoxicated by the utter desire leaking out of your body and into his hand. "I love you, sweetheart..." his voice barely above a whisper, as though any noise that escaped him threatened to rip you out of the haze of pleasure you both were currently drowning in.

You lift your chin, capturing his lips in yours. Soft and wet, they move seamlessly as they had nearly thousands of times before. A familiar song and dance you two engaged in, yet seemed to take you to a place that felt brand new each time you did.

"Make love to me..." your murmur buzzes softly against his lips, leaving his breath hanging hot and heavy.

Miguel answers by making his kisses a little harder. Lingering for a second longer, his tongue weaving a little deeper, leaving yours burning for more contact. A steady stream that turned into a faucet. Every bit of you yearns for him. This man you loved so much. And he yearns for the same in return. He'd happily give into you any time.

He praises you as you take his cock. Your eyes closing momentarily to accommodate his size. He traces your lips, letting the bottom one drag down just a little, leaving an opening for his thumb. You suck it greedily, the callouses of his thumb massaging against the ridges of your tongue. You moan as you taste his skin, earning a low grunt from him in return.

"Mi luz(My light).....so, so gorgeous..."

The corners of your lips curve into a smirk as you continue, but you release it when Miguel begins thrusting harder.

"Shit...." Your head presses back against the pillows and Miguel leans closer to you, his soft breaths fanning you, his fingers combing over your hairline as he holds you in place.

"Swear your pussy drives me insane no matter how many times we've fucked..." Miguel groans in a low voice.

You wind your thighs tighter around him, your body on the verge of overstimulation. "Cum in me ... remember? Wanna give you another baby..."

Miguel lets out a moan louder in volume than any of the previous ones. "¿En serio, amor?" (Seriously, love?)

"Please....."

Your bodies intertwined in a knot of passion as he fills you completely with his cum. You hold him tight, intimate moments like these that only the two people occupying the bed would remember. The raw, dirty memory of the night you hopefully conceived your last child with him.

He stays buried inside you, not ready to separate just yet. Letting the afterglow of the passion wash over you both for several more moments.

Soon after, you're enjoying the steam of the shower as you and Miguel take turns washing another, the smacks of your lips together echoing off the tile leading to a wet slap as your hand comes up to steady yourself against the wall as Miguel dives between your thighs once again.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Mrs. O'Hara..."

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🥰🥺

#miguel o'hara #miguel atsv #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #spotify #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut #miguel ohara smut #miguel o hara x y/n #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara angst #miguel ohara angst #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel ohara x fem!reader #Spotify

[demieyesore]

You - Theodore Nott

Currently listening to Hollywood undead while I write this fanfic, anyways I’m a big whore (unfortunately) and I see that currently my poll is around the same votes for Mattheo and Theo…so this one will be for Theo (since my first fanfic was for Mattheo) and then my next fanfic after this one will be Mattheo x Reader x Theo bc I absolutely love men and poly relationships‼️

Summary - Theo notices someone being too handsy with GN!Reader in class and gets possessive

Warnings / Mentions - Reader is not in a specific house, no use of Y/n, kind of strangers to lovers? Reader is friends with the golden trio, Harry is the one being touchy, Possessive!Theo, Yandere!Theo, Stalker!Theo (but doesn’t really mention anything creepy except claiming the Reader)

I am willing to make a smutty part two of this if anyone wants it and I hope y’all recognize what I’m loosely referencing in this fic at the end LOL

Requested - No

POV - 1st person

Word Count - 1979

I fiddle with my tie, trying to re-adjust the cloth as it hangs loosely around my neck. I had originally loosened it because it had gotten really hot in the class room but that can be expected when you’re working on potions from time to time.

Harry was assigned to be my potions partner. Ron and Hermione were sat next to us as we read off all the needed ingredients.

Harry begins listing the items while counting them on his fingers in 3s. Once he’s mesmerized part of the ingredients, his eyes drift towards me. His eyebrow quirks up when he sees me struggling with my tie.

Immediately he forgets the stuff we need as he reaches over to my tie, gently removing my hands from the area as he re-adjusts it for me. A small blush forms on my face at how close he has gotten. I can very easily see his scar up close and how his glasses are settled on his nose.

Has he always been this pretty?

As if on command, his hands drop from my tie. I look down at his hands and back up as he gives me a cute but awkward looking smile.

The kind of smile you give someone when you realize just how close you are before moving away.

Harry stands and goes to grab the ingredients.

Hermione smiles at me with a grin that just screams, “I told you he liked you.”

I roll my eyes at her, watching as Ron fucks up something in their potion, causing his eyes to go wide. Hermione’s attention is redirected as she hits the back of his head, pushing him over to fix whatever he’s done.

As I wait for Harry, I look around the room. Some people are already done with their potions, some are restarting. And by restarting, I mean that Seamus’ is covered with dust and his hair is everywhere.

Well now I know why it’s so hot in here.

My eyes wander next to him to see the next table of students. At this table, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott are sitting and just talking.

Looks like they’ve finished their potion.

I realize that Theo is looking at me and quickly look away.

I’ve talked to him a few times before but I really tried to stay away from his friend group. Except Enzo and Blaise, they’re really the only two I get along with well.

Being friends with the golden trio is nice but that just means that Draco’s friend group bitches about it all the damn time.

Harry walks back over, holding a tray in one hand with everything we need. He stands behind me, placing his free hand on my shoulder as he leans over me in order to place the tray on the table.

My eyes widen as a reaction at the touch. It’s not necessarily a touch that most people would think about however, I wasn’t used to people being physical with me.

#TouchStarved, I think to myself before cracking a smile at my own humor.

Theo and Blaise’s table is right behind where Hermione and Ron are sitting so I furrow my eyebrows when I see Theo staring directly at me still.

Ah shit he looks pissed.

I avoid eye contact with him because we all know that a mad Slytherin really isn’t someone you want to be around. Although I can’t help but wonder if he’s pissed at me for something. I never talk to his friends though so there shouldn’t be any problem.

I brush it off as Harry begins speaking.

“Alright. Um- could you hand me that knife?” I nod at his question, grabbing the blade next to me and handing it to him. He nods in appreciation.

Soon enough the potion is done and was a great success. Harry and I were really happy with how it turned out since this would be very important for our grade.

Harry and I smiled at each other and raised our arms, celebrating the victory. Harry’s hands make contact with mine in a double high five. At this I smile even bigger, entwining our hands before he pulls away.

We begin laughing as Ron groans, upset with how his potion was turning out. Hermione rolled her eyes before grinning at the Potter boy and I.

Harry had the greatest idea of standing up from his stool and pulling me to stand with him. Our hands were still locked as he began to make me dance with him. At first we were doing the waltz that we were taught for the Yule ball but after he spinned me, I came back to him and instead of having our hands together, he settled for placing his hands on my hips.

He began using his hands to guide my hips in a very different dance than the waltz.

My hands were around his neck as my hips swayed from the pressure of his hands. And honestly if we were at a party this would seem extremely sexual, but since it’s just Harry and I, it’s platonic fun.

Although it definitely brought yet another blush to my face, but I was like 100% sure that Harry didn’t like me. I think he’s just a very physical person when he becomes close with people.

The Professor looks over at us, staring us down as we both laugh before scrambling away from each other. Rushing to sit down before we got yelled at.

Once the Professor looks away, a note flies over and hits Harry in the glasses. He picks up the note with his eyebrows tensed in confusion. We both look over from where it came from and it was definitely from Theodore Nott.

The only way I could be sure is when I saw him motion for Harry to read the note.

I watch as Harry reads over the words. Clearly becoming more and more confused, stealing glances between me and the note.

“What is it? What’s it say?” I vocalize, inquisitively.

He shakes his head as if he were clearing an echa sketch. But instead of a drawing, he was clearing his thoughts.

“Ah- um- it’s nothing really.” Harry stutters, licking his bottom lip. Which I’ve become aware is one of his nervous signals.

His eyes connect with Theodore, who in return stares back. His stare is clearly more frightening since he has what I like to call “dead eyes”.

Those eyes are absolutely gorgeous but when the light fades from them when he’s pissed, it’s the most terrifying thing.

I make eye contact with Hermione, having a conversation with just our eyes. Asking about what’s happening seeing as the two boys look like they’re holding back to urge to jump the tables and punch each other in the face.

Granger shrugs.

I quickly try to gain control of the situation again by calling the brunettes name. “Harry?”

“Hm?” Instead of breaking eye contact with Nott, he just makes a hum of acknowledgment.

“What’s wrong? What did the note say?” I whisper to him, trying to cover our chat from Theodore.

Potter doesn’t make an effort to say anything, instead he throws the note in front of me to read. I pick up the note and begin reading from left to right.

“Back off from what I’ve been trying to claim.” Is the only sentence written on the piece of parchment.

My mouth drops open in surprise, my mind immediately drawing the dots together like Stiles does in teen wolf.

Man he’s a smart character. But also really stupid.

I get off track with my thinking, refocusing on the important thing at hand.

But honestly, I don’t care all that much. Is that a bad thing?

Now that I know why they’re both death glaring at each other, I can only feel my stomach erupt into butterflies.

I crumple up the note, trying to be sly as I slip it into my pocket but I see as Harry’s jaw clenches and Theo now has a shit eating grin on his face.

It lasts for a couple more seconds before Potter breaks eye contact first, scoffing at the Slytherin. Harry stands abruptly and turns to leave the classroom. Ron following after him as I hear the ginger exclaim, “Bloody hell mate!”

Hermione and I look at each other again, an expression on our faces that is making it very evident that we both thought that was attractive.

Like oh my god, two guys getting jealous and possessive over me.

Perhaps it is wrong to find it attractive but I love feeling wanted.

Class soon ends after that, Harry and Ron never returning back for anything. Hermione is left to pick up after them while I exit the class. Hermione agreed to cleaning up, knowing that my next class is basically across the school and with all the moving staircases and students. It’s just torture to arrive on time.

I walk as swiftly as I can, dodging people and walking between random people in order to reach my destination.

But before I reach my class, a hand is promptly placed on my upper back. I look over my shoulder to see Theodore standing tall over me. His hand still resting on the small of my back, showing his possessive and dominant side. Practically towering over me as he guides me over to a private area.

Which happened to be a janitor’s closet. He opened the door and gently but still roughly shoved me inside. He steps in after me, clicking the lock.

I was about to speak up but he cut me off.

“I want to make you mine.” He said with a completely straight face as he put it bluntly. His voice low and deep as he kept eye contact with me.

I froze with my eyes wide as a small smirk formed on his lips.

“What? Cats got your tongue, Amore Mio”

Oh okay that got me a little bit.

I feel a small wave of attraction wash over me, something so intense for just a moment it could visually be seen in my eyes.

“Oh oh ohhhh, you like it when I speak Italian don’t you, Dolcezza?” He inquires, his eyes searching my face for some kind of a reaction as a smile grows on him.

And the answer to that question is 1000% yes but why would I admit that???

Unfortunately my body betrays me as I swallow anxiously, giving him the flustered response he was hoping for.

He could literally be calling me a cunt in Italian and I wouldn’t know except based on his tone but I would still find it attractive.

His captivating eyes look down at my lips as he closes the space between us. He slowly looks back up into my eyes as he gets on his knees in front of me.

Oh I like that too.

Theo grabs my arm gently, placing a kiss on my inner wrist as he still keeps eye contact.

My stomach flips and I shuffle a little closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” He questions, and holy shit I swear to god if he doesn’t look away I will because his eyes are literally hypnotic.

I nod but it’s not enough for him. His eyes are trained on me, pulling me down to be level with his height.

“Words.” Is all he says. Yet it’s such a powerful thing for me to hear right now.

“Yes, yes you can kiss me.” My face heats up, I turn my head away from him out of embarrassment. But he just grabs my face with his hands, aligning the kiss.

He hovers over my lips for a moment,

“If I wasn’t about to kiss you, I would’ve beat Harry bloody for the way he touched you.”

And just like that, our lips meet.

#slytherin boys #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #yandere theodore nott #theodore nott #harry potter #possessive #stalker #yandere #lorenzo zurzolo

[vagabond-umlaut]

a battle well begun is the war half won

gojo notices you. you notice gojo. [the boy wants your eyes on him at all times.]

teen!gojo x fem!reader; first meetings; love at first sight[??]; lovesick gojo[??]; mostly fluffy; 1 small discussion on death; reader is in 1st yr whilst gojo is in 3rd yr; gojo has a very... unique definition of romancing in his brain; 'one-sided enemies to lovers' vibes; 2.2k wc

belongs to the series 'fictitious force' but can be read as a stand-alone if you wanna

the og saying is smthng else, yeah... ik. i js tweaked it a bit for fic title purposes, hehe. also, pls no comments on how i named this series... i used to hv a love-hate thing with pseudo-force problems in physics during my hs... and i'm srsly out of ideas :D

header frm pinterest // divider by @/benkeibear // jjk isn't mine

the sky bleeds green, the first time gojo sees you fight.

it isn't anything enthralling. your movements, far from well-practised. your twisted expression screams unease at best, extreme discomfort at worst— you are definitely not one of the best sorcerers the boy has seen so far—

yet he finds himself utterly transfixed.

feet rooted to the earth as an even brighter green beam cuts through the forest. and the second mountain of cursed energy becomes a few wisps of smoke. your form slumping to the ground not long after—

were the boy a better person at heart, he reckons he would've rushed to help you. but he isn't. not really.

so he keeps to his vantage point. blue eyes narrowing a touch behind his shades, as they watch you slowly heave yourself off the mud, face shifting into a scowl as you trudge towards a tree and plop down with no ceremony in front of it—

a barely-there rustle to his left.

followed by the appearance of the steady simmer of a cursed energy, all too familiar.

"yo, nanamin!" gojo greets, wearing a wide beam the second the said kouhai comes before him, feet carefully and soundlessly treading the rugged terrain— the latter's perpetual glower turns into a momentary flicker of surprise.

but it's vanished before the older boy can comment on it.

nanami's face flattens back to its usual state of annoyed indifference.

"the tournament is already over. yaga-sensei wants us all to report to him in another ten..." the boy trails off. rather abruptly. rather strange for him— aha! so nanamin has finally spotted you in the valley below, huh?— gojo wraps an arm around his kouhai's shoulders, allowing his gaze to return to you as well.

you look pretty cute when you're yawning...

"she's from kyoto, isn't she?"

"yes," the younger boy replies, pinning gojo under a curious look. but it's gone all too soon, all too swiftly like the ones preceding. he drops the arm resting on his shoulder.

gojo lets him. simply pouting in response, before he hums, "do you know her?"

"personally, no," nanami is quick to answer, "but from what i've heard from others... she's somewhat peculiar, if i may say so."

this is honestly one of the best opportunities he will ever get to tease that stoic underclassman of his, even more 'cause since when did he, the nanami kento, start gossipping like old geezers!?— but gojo opts to let this chance pass by.

getting more deets on you is way more important for him.

he doesn't bother to hide his burgeoning interest from his tone. "you know her name by any chance?"

nanami does. and as far as gojo knows, your surname doesn't belong to any of the sorcerer clans. none of the major clans, he is pretty sure of that— you might be from a minor one. or, what his gut feelings are telling him, you're from a non-sorcerer background.

not that it matters to him. he is better than the elders of his clan.

"and which year is she in?"

"first year."

wow. you haven't been in school for more than a few months, but you have already managed to make people talk about yourself, huh? quite impressive, gojo thinks as he steals another glance of you.

this time, no longer yawning. just staring vacantly at your keds—

except those muddy shoes are no longer the object of your attention. it is him— really, so very him— your bright, blinding, blindingly bright gaze, every ounce of it focused on him, as your back straightens. and he spots your shoulders tense, brows furrow—

gojo satoru doesn't run away.

he is one of the strongest duo of jujutsu sorcerers. the boy does not, he cannot, he must not run away... yet that's what he does when his gaze collides with you the first time.

grabbing nanami's hand and wasting not one moment to warp them both to the school rooftop, his kouhai's yelp of surprise goes with an ear-piercing whistle of the winds— gojo releases his hold on the boy, the moment his feet touch the concrete— and turns to him, eyes the calmest he can make them seem.

"tell me everything you know about her— like, right now— or i will tell your dear geto-senpai you were the one who finished his melon pan— quit glaring and start speaking, nanamin!!!"

****

turns out, nanami's heart has a very soft corner for gojo's best friend.

also turns out, the third-year need not wait till the breakfast at 10 am tomorrow, to approach you— you amble into his life, dressed in a tad too washed-out set of pajamas and a terrible hairstyle— gojo reckons an angel too would look the same, when you flip the kitchen lights on, making the clock seem a halo-ey thing behind your head.

you stop. suck in a sharp breath.

the boy swallows the last bit of his mochi. and grins.

"heeey! you're the newbie from kyoto, right? heard a lot 'bout you!"

honestly? it was less of hearing and more of extracting info, but gojo decides not to mention it. you don't have any business knowing that, whatever can be the case— ten painfully slow seconds tick by before you return him a response—

a stiff smile.

an even stiffer bow.

followed by you turning on your heel.

were gojo any slower, you would've slipped from the kitchen without any doubt. but he isn't. which is why not even four seconds can pass before he stills you again, this time not by his tall figure lounging in a terrifyingly dark kitchen but by his fingers grasping your wrist.

thumb pressing into the dangerously frantic pulse beneath your skin.

you try to snatch your hand away. and the boy lets you. only 'cause he was too distracted by the furious warmth of embarrassment creeping into your pretty face— no, it is not for how your skin felt a tad too soft beneath the callouses of his palm...

you're the first one to speak this time. voice so quiet... so firm.

"i don't think i can help you with anything, senpai. please don't bother me this way. let me go... please."

no way in hell is gojo bothering you right now— the indignant retort is the first thing the boy can think of. but he resolves to bite it back.

a stupid argument isn't how he wants his story with you to start. sure, there might and will be those later on, but not now. no. he shoots the second grin of his this night, your way.

"aw, i don't need your help with anything— but yeah, you're right. i'm not supposed to stop you like this... you need to sleep enough before tomorrow's one-on-one duels, don't ya?"

"yeah," you agree easily, eyes drifting to your shoes in a small nod.

gojo's grin widens.

maybe like a cheshire cat.

maybe like a victor cat who finally got the rat right where he wanted: in his paws.

"but you won't be needing a lot of rest if you're already determined to lose the match tomorrow— will you now?"

no, you won't. you obviously won't. gojo has learnt enough about you to predict this much accurately; but maybe not too accurately. given you don't show any sliver of shock or fear in return.

just two eyebrows raised, only to slowly descend to their original level a moment later. your tone feels firmer this time. "what exactly are you trying to tell me, senpai?"

"nothing too serious," the boy hums easily, stuffing his hands into his trousers pockets. why do they start being so cold, so clammy now of all times??— "just that it doesn't take a hell lot of work to maintain an image of being an incompetent idiot, like the one you always seem to be— c'mon," the boy coaxes, making his voice seem extra petulant at noticing still no emotion whatsoever on your face, "you do know what i'm speaking of, don't you?"

in retrospect, maybe... he should have handled you with greater care. you're not only new to your school, but also to the world of sorcery in general. pressing you so hard will hurt you, if not break you entirely— but gojo doesn't let such concerns form in his mind. not even for one whole second.

not when he wants to see something, anything come to life in those bright eyes of yours. he is dying to see a spark in them.

you fold your arms across your chest. brows nearing in a mild scowl. gojo doesn't really understand, but loves the sense of joy the sight is bringing him— "what exactly are you trying to tell me, senpai?" your adorable voice repeats, stonier than before.

he resists the urge to pinch your cheeks. or worse, coo at you.

the boy removes his hands from his pockets. copying your stance as he says, "i cannot really tell you anything, y'know— you're almost as smart as me— i mean, tricking those stinking geezers into believing you're just some weakass, with neither a cursed technique nor good fighting skills, despite the insane amount of cursed energy you've..."

"why did you never curb your cursed energy, by the way?" the query slips past his lips into the space in between: horribly genuine. a fact that doesn't escape your eye, he grasps when you reply— in spite of the not-too-little reluctance marking your features.

"the higher-ups were aware of my high cursed energy before i even knew what the hell it was— it was honestly too late," you state in an awfully matter-of-fact tone, "they would have noticed if i tried to do anything to it."

the 'and they would have harmed me or my family' goes unsaid, but gojo doesn't need to hear it to know it. not entirely intentionally, his voice grows softer with the next question.

"but you tampered with something that no one knew anything of yet— you lied about having no cursed technique, didn't you?"

your hesitation overpowers you this time, however. brows furrowing for a beat at him, before they flatten again. you offer a curt nod.

few more seconds borrowed until you speak again, "but my horrible fighting skills weren't a lie entirely... i really am shit at fighting— you saw that today, did you not?"

he did. he so did—

but that very moment, he also saw just how strong your technique is. surely not as powerful as his. but pretty much capable on its own— it frankly won't be a serious issue even if you keep fighting how you did today—

the sound of a yawn breaks his internal musings.

those big eyes of yours blink up at him. so bleary, so bright. he stifles the urge to pinch your cheeks again. deciding to shoo away the sleep in your eyes by throwing the next ask his brain has cooked up. one he knows, has the biggest 'yes!' ever for its answer—

"you're very scared of dying, aren't you? that's why you always make yourself seem so weak— so much so that you aren't assigned to any mission— don't you?"

— only to question his brain when he notes the easy smile twist your lips. it sharpens at the edges as you answer, "dying's rather easy and uncomplicated, senpai. it doesn't really scare me, except maybe, the pain i might have to suffer— but do you know what's scarier??"

"no," gojo says back quietly. honestly. your smile grows something an awful lot similar to pity— the boy detests it usually... but coming from you, he thinks he will take it.

he will take any look you're willing to give him.

as long as it's you on the other side—

your words reach him quieter than the breeze outside. "what's more terrifying is the worry of what is going to happen to your loved ones, should you just die someday— death is inevitable, but i just want to stave it off for as long as i can. just so i may live with my family... you know what, senpai?" you interrupt yourself abruptly, voice becoming the sharpest in these last fifteen minutes.

a feeble sound escapes the boy.

he isn't sure if it's because of that sincere little hum in your words or if it is the gleam of the moonlight on your face. perhaps, both...

yeah, both— it is rather difficult to distinguish between the beauty of your inner self from that of your outer self— the smile simmers down to a subtle twitch of your lips.

something stutters and stumbles inside gojo's chest.

"i know you see me as nothing more than a coward right now, but i believe... it's better to be a coward and alive, than to be a hero and dead— isn't it, senpai?"

[you're pretty bold, however.

far braver than he could ever deem you to be, the boy muses later to himself with a wry smile, an ice bag on the big toe of his right foot— this poor thing swollen and bruised from how mercilessly the heel of your slipper stamped onto it earlier—

okay, fine— the sorcerer concedes to the imaginary angel perched on his shoulder. something between a grumble and a sigh escaping— he shouldn't have asked you out on a date, in return for him to keep your secrets.

it was really inappropriate, he admits. and gojo likes to see himself as a gentleman... yet, yet, yet.

the need to see that placid mask of yours crack— let it be by a glower and not by the smile, he has never seen on you but knows will be just as lovely as you— that need was too overwhelming then as well...

shushing the angel and fist-bumping his guardian devil, gojo tosses the ice bag away. and falls back into his bed—

a very happy, a touch too giddy grin splitting his face into halves:

you really are a peculiar girl, heh!]

hope this was an enjoyable read! pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this ❤️❤️

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[martian-astro]

D9/ Navamsa chart observations - Part 2

Moon AND saturn in the 4th is a very strong indicator of an arrange marriage. (especially, if you're from a place where it's common. Even if you're from the west, your parents will be the one to first notice your partner or they could be a family friend's child) (the situation can be similar to the series "the summer i turned pretty")

Moon in 5th can give you a partner who is very good at taking care of kids. It works the best when moon is in cancer or taurus. (if you're a woman and you have this, then you're truly blessed. Your husband is gonna be very supportive during pregnancy, and won't have the "women are supposed to take care of kids, men are supposed to work" mentality and I Consider this to be a win)

(saturn in 5th gives you a spouse who is more "disciplinarian", the parent who is more authoritative, basically the bad cop, whereas moon in 5th gives you a spouse who is more of a "coddler", the parent to whom the children go to when they want to complain about the other parent, the good cop. Remember, both have to work together to raise a good kid)

Mars in 1st, if unafflicted can give really good results, you will have all the good qualities of mars- responsible, productive, healthy, passionate. But if in taurus, libra or cancer, or aspected by malefic planets, then you'll constantly pick fights with your spouse and also if the person who has this is a man.......then (i always tell women not to marry a guy if he has afflicted Mars in 1st in d9)

The Mars in 1st can be controlled if saturn is also there in 1st, but it's better if your AC is in capricorn or aquarius, because this will give you a spouse who is mature and can tame that Mars in 1st energy but if the AC is in cancer or aries then your spouse may leave because of your anger issues or they may just stop loving you.

Sun in 7th means that you'll have a dominating spouse, but in a good or a bad way depends on your d1. Unlike with sun in 4th, this works better when you and your spouse both are dominant. If you are a Mars, Sun, or Jupiter dominant then this placement is good, but if you are a mercury, Venus or saturn dominant, then you'll feel suffocated in your married life and your spouse may not be able to understand your emotions. (it's better when sun is in leo, aries or sagittarius)

(just act like you can't see that mark on srk's face, I couldn't remove it😖😖)

Venus in 3rd can give you a super flirty spouse, if Venus is in aries or scorpio then your partner can have a wandering eye 🥲 (sory) but if it's in taurus, libra or pisces then... CUTE. I've seen this placement in a few people and their spouse (male/female) was so affectionate with them, it's literally a heart eye emoji placement. (if you don't have any other karmic placement in d9 then this is one of THE BEST placement ever, I love it)

Mercury in 10th can indicate you and your spouse working together, you guys can be great business partners since you have a similar vision for how things should be. (it's better if you have this, but 7th house is in pisces or cancer, otherwise, the relationship can be all business with not enough love to keep it going)

Venus in 8th is another placement that I do not like (you guys are probably thinking that I hate Venus but I don't😭). Anyways, I have seen this placement in a lot of men that stay with their wives because the sex is good and women who stay with their husbands because they don't want to earn money on their own) the relationship can also just be sex sex sex. It's better if saturn is aspecting Venus or if Venus is in pisces, cancer or gemini

Ketu in 1st.... is unfortunately a karmic placement, you may trust the wrong people and end up marrying someone who will cheat on you. I have noticed that people with this placement find it really difficult to be alone. I would recommend you to stay unmarried till atleast 30, and be alone, and be alone because you WANT to be not because you're forced to be. Learn to enjoy your own company, hang out with your friends, pursue a hobby and do things for yourself

I know a person who has Jupiter in 4th and she has such a good relationship with her mother in law, her MIL loves her more than her husband, it's really cute. If Jupiter is not debilitated then you can be very close with your own mother as well. This placement also indicates a partner who was raised by a single mother or just someone who grew up around a lot of women, like a lot of sisters.

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astro observations pt. 2

1.) venus square mars ppl have trouble with balancing their masculine and feminine energies. they can feel this internally and it can make them feel insecure. one second they feel hyper feminine and the next they feel more masculine. they wish they could find a way to balance both sides of them but it’s a struggle. they could come off too strong from time to time as a result of their inner conflict (might come off too strongly feminine or masc in the moment) and then they’d feel bad ab it later

2.) i think neptune in the 1st/conjunct the asc might be good at making other people feel special 🤨

3.) mars-pluto ppl have that confident inner power within themselves

4.) cancer risings remind me of fluttershy from mlp 💀

5.) saturn conjunct asc/in 1st house might have been extremely shy kids. they have a lot of determination within themselves though. makes a very strong-willed person. go after what they want with resilience and understand the importance of taking calculated steps to achieve their desires. definitely the no-bullshit type

6.) pluto on the ascendant always reminds me of tony montana from scarface for some reason 😭. i guess it makes sense since al pacino has pluto conjunct his asc so idk. it’s just that archetype. tony wasn’t afraid and didn’t stop at anything to reach where he got. a phoenix risen from the ashes. stubborn. that “don’t tell me what tf to do” type energy. intense, babe. their eyes are crazy too (it’s like they store all their inner intensity and deep emotions in their eyes ..lotta depth). also the no-bullshit type. if they’re mad at you ……be afraid 💀 they will plot revenge and start conspiring some shit

7.) taurus risings are pretty in a “oh, they’re cute” way. they have short little noses and pretty eyes

8.) pisces risings… are y’all good at telling stories? 😭 i think you guys get a little sidetracked

9.) chart ruler in the 9th makes someone adventurous… they just wanna explore and do everything. try everything there is at least once. could have a great sense of humor too

10.) scorpio moons are really protective of their family. they guard their families just like they guard their emotions

11.) unpopular opinion but scorpios aren’t mysterious to me 😐 i’m not sure id call any zodiac sign mysterious tbh it really depends on the whole chart. scorpios to me are just super honest people who have pragmatic opinions that they aren’t afraid to state out loud. if a scorpio has an opinion they feel strongly about they won’t be afraid to let others know how they feel, which i admire about them to an extent. they like getting to the nitty gritty of situations. some of them can actually be very kind people. funny as well due to their honesty and boldness. oh, and they just love dark reds. search up “maroon” and that is literally their staple color you cannot tell me otherwise

12.) i’ve met leos who i’ve found boring before which goes against their stereotype 💀 sometimes their personalities are just the bare minimum honestly unless the rest of the chart says otherwise

13.) mars in the 11th have big dreams for themselves. they wanna make a difference.

14.) 8th house sun makes someone intriguing and mysterious. it can also be a placement that grants beauty.

15.) moon in the 4th just wanna belong.

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