#i think there are certain people i will finally go no contact with for good after this

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for killing my character and quitting a D&D game I was part of?

Apologies in advance but this is going to be rather long, I'll put a TL;DR at the bottom.

So this all started about eleven months ago when I (14, she/they/he) started getting into D&D, and joined a D&D group thanks to a friend of mine we'll call T (14, he/they). The group was made up of about five people total, but the main people in this situation are me, T, and the DM who we'll call N (15, he/him).

Now when I was making my character, T was helping me out by letting me describe what sort of character I wanted and suggesting different races, classes etc to make it work how I wanted, and what we ended up with was a Pact of the Undead warlock. The backstory of my character was that their older brother died defending them from an invasion of the village they lived in.

My character managed to make contact with their spirit in the afterlife and formed a "pact" with them, gaining power in exchange for letting him "look after them" (i.e. keep watch over them from the afterlife, protect them from harm, all that sorta thing). T told me to run the final concept past N but that they were sure it'd be allowed and that the pact idea was really sweet.

So I told N about my character and the backstory idea like T suggested and N seemed really on board with the whole thing, though he wanted to make a few slight changes to things in secret that would come up during the campaign, to make things more exciting I guess.

I told him I was alright with that, as long as nothing about who the pact was with and what it was for changed too much. He assured me that it wouldn't and that he'd get back to me on what changes he was planning, but he never did, and at the time I just put that down to him being busy.

The campaign starts, and for the first few months things are going pretty good. I do notice that a lot of NPCs, in fact nearly every non-child NPC, seems to be flirting(?) with my character, but I don't think too much of it at first, she is a young elven woman with blonde hair and silver eyes and everyone in the group has said that she's very pretty.

It isn't until one of the others who is also playing an elven character points out that they've been on the receiving end of essentially racism towards elves from NPCs who have simultaneously been showering my character with compliments that I start realizing how frequent and honestly rather obsessive it is, and as mentioned, just how many of the NPCs are doing it.

Then we get to T's character arc, exploring his character's backstory and helping them with things that come up. However, there are certain characters that are introduced that, out of character, T reacts rather negatively to, and when I ask him outside of session what's going on he confides in me that N is changing elements of his backstory that he'd told him he didn't want changing. As an example, T wrote that their character's mother was never part of their character's life growing up.

One of the characters we met was the character's mother, who was instead apparently a very prominent part of their life and cared greatly about them "not that they ever noticed". He also changed the character of T's father from "kind and caring man who did his best to raise his child alone and teach them how to defend themselves" to "stubborn, angry and neglectful father that is constantly disappointed in his son", which completely blindsided and upset T.

T also said that he'd tried talking to N about this but that the response had ended up being, to put it bluntly, "I'm the DM so I have the final say in things". This started to worry me, especially when I realized that N had never gotten back to me with his "proposed changes" to my backstory.

So I sent him a message, but because I didn't want to drag T into my own business with N I decided to say something along the lines of "hey, did you ever figure out what you wanted to change about my backstory?". He messaged back and said that he'd figured it out, but that things with school were so busy that he hadn't had time to sit down and properly write it all out to send to me yet, but assured me that he would by the time T's arc was over.

Several more months passed with no further word from N about my character's backstory, and as T's arc wraps up there's this idea that starts getting brought up, of how demons often exploit the grief of mortals to latch onto them and claim their souls by impersonating the dead person.

The others in the group all latch onto this and start speculating about how exactly the demons use impersonation to claim souls, except for T who gives me this rather worried look from across the table, and it suddenly hits me that this is probably meant to be the opening of my character arc.

I pull N aside after the game is over for the night and ask him directly if this is the opening to my character arc, and he says that it is, but not to worry because the demon thing is, to quote, "just being brought up to get the others interested". I remind him about what I told him about not wanting anything to change about who the pact was with and what it was for, and ask him again what changes he's made to my backstory.

He promises he'll have a full list to me by the start of next session, that we'll have time to sit down together and discuss it all even, and that he won't do anything I don't want him to do. Despite my concerns and the fact that he has already said several times he'll send me this list without doing it, I decide, like a fool, to trust him, even though in hindsight I had absolutely no reason to by this point.

The next session rolls around, and of course there's no list, instead a lot of NPCs who start voicing concern whenever my character brings up the fact she's a warlock, or her dead brother, especially if the pair come up in quick succession. One of the other characters figures out what's going on and asks if they can basically cast some sort of spell to determine if a demon's got control of my soul, which N agrees to, and the spell determines that yes, that's exactly what's going on.

I immediately confront N, mid-session, and tell him outright that this isn't fair, that I told him I didn't want him to change this part of my backstory, and I wanted him to change it back immediately or I wasn't going to play anymore. He started on this long-winded response basically summarizing as "I'm the DM, I can do what I want".

This is the part where I may be the asshole, because well, I saw red in that moment, and decided I not only wanted to follow through on my threat of quitting, but also do something to ensure that my point was driven home.

I fired off a quick message to T on my phone warning him what I was about to do, and while the others were talking about what to do to help me I loudly announced that my character was stabbing herself through the heart, which N had previously ruled would be an instant method of death if carried out.

Silence falls over the group. N tells me that I need to roll to see if I even hit, which I argue (with T backing me up) that if my character is willing to get hurt then it's automatically a hit. N tells me that I need to roll to see if I even pierce my heart. Okay, fine, I roll, and as luck would have it I roll a Nat 20. N attempts to send me just to death saves, but I remind him (again, with T backing me up) that he'd ruled that this was an instant death.

So then he tries to have an NPC cleric show up and revive my character, but T brings up that the soul has to be willing to return to life for that to work, and I immediately say that my character wouldn't even be able to consent to that if her soul was held by a demon, nor would she even be willing if she could. Then I tell N directly that he can consider this my official resignation from the group and walk out, and T follows along behind me after a few minutes.

Ever since then N's been blowing up my phone, fluctuating between begging for me to rejoin the group and promising that he'll do things differently this time, and calling me a selfish bastard for "ruining the fun". T still goes to sessions occasionally, though I think now it's just to spectate, and he's said that maybe things went a little far with the character death in hindsight. And honestly, I'm not exactly proud of how I acted now either.

TL;DR -- I joined a D&D campaign where the DM has made unwanted changes to my character's backstory, despite my attempts to communicate with him, so I retaliated by killing my character mid-session and refusing to let him revive her before quitting. AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw #not sure if it's needed for a dnd character death but just to be safe

[thepringlesofblood]

little tidbits of Ragh, Porter, Jace, and Kalina lore from the past two seasons that you probably forgot about

SPOILERS for freshman & sophomore year obvs, as well as up to ep 16 of junior year [which is when I am writing this so if shit changes that's why]

Ragh got the Kalina disease from Porter

Kalina said Lydia Barkrock's name in FHSY - she says "I'm going to go kill Lydia Barkrock"

(source: 2:18:52 of ep 6 of FHSY)

What Ragh saw on prom night freshman year that made him a threat to Kalina: Jace and Arianwen talking to a third, invisible person. Then Porter steps in and does a type of barbarian healing spell that involves blood transfer, infecting Ragh. Then, as Ragh is walking home, Kalina threatens him, as he can see her now. So. BOTH JACE AND PORTER ARE AND HAVE BEEN EXTREMELY SUSPICIOUS INDIVIDUALS FROM THE START.

(source: 49:53 of ep 4 of FHSY)

We have never properly addressed the fact that Fig (and Emily Axford) did not start hating Porter completely out of nowhere. The triggering event was the Corn Cuties Incident at the very beginning of freshman year. In the immediate aftermath, after they go get Vice Principal Goldenrod (aka Kalvaxus), he orders Jace and Porter to keep watch over the crime scene. Fig rolled an insight check to see how Porter was reacting to the whole situation (Jace immediately started screaming at the sight of all the corn and blood and bodies). Brennan tells her 'Porter doesn't look all that surprised'. This is the spark of the Porter distrust.

(source: ep 3 of fantasy high, 20:49 for the insight roll, 32:30 for Jace & Porter going through the crime scene while Riz is hiding and observing)

will update with anything we learn, no guarantees on when tho

speculations meta under the cut

now i hear you screaming crying throwing up saying that Porter has actually been kind of cool lately, and I understand. personally i have not forgiven him for not signing gorgug's mcat in the first place, but i can see gorgug has, and thus many of you have. he does have some good things to say about the importance of anger and being able to channel your aggression.

however, I thought Vice Principal Goldenhoard was kind of cool before the finale of season 1, and I thought A Certain Frosting-haired Motherfucker was kind of cool before ep 9 of acoc - Brennan is excellent at making you trust people you should not be trusting. Also, although we know Porter wasn't in on the palimpsest plan [he gets sucked into one], that doesn't mean he wasn't in contact with Kalina at all.

there's one scenario I can think of in which Porter would be innocent, which I consider to be unlikely but possible.

We're post-Prompocalypse.

Jace has to be evil for this to work. imo Jace is demonstrably some level of evil (the talk w Kalina and Arianwen) but just in case you're on the fence. He also has to know that Porter is infected.

Porter is there, and does not know that he is infected.

If he hasn't been collaborating with Kalina, why would he? It's established that the Shadowcat Plague has no symptoms other than "you can see Kalina", and was spread far beyond just Fallinel.

[e.g. in fhsy, they do a livestream of Kalina, and responses are mixed between people who can see her and people who can't (1:11:38 ep 17)] so he could just have it by happenstance.

Alternately, it's possible that Jace infected Porter at some point over the course of the school year. I'm not saying they fucked (I mean they could've but I don't think that's what happened). It's established that spit can do it too - in the nightmare forest, Kalina tries to get Kristen to bite Riz to reinfect him (20:44 ep 17). Sharing a cup, a bottle, a fork, a whistle, anything your mouth goes on could've done it. Or Porter could've done the blood-sharing healing spell to Jace at some point.

Regardless, Kalina tells Jace that Ragh needs to be infected, Jace tells Porter to go heal Ragh, keeping himself uninvolved.

otherwise it is just too coincidental that Ragh is infected exactly when Kalina needs him to be. Either Porter's in on it, or was manipulated by Jace.

and then Fig's dirty 20 insight check to see that he doesn't look surprised would have to just be him going 'yeah it makes sense that arthur aguefort would do something this batshit, just another day at aguefort adventury academy'

#dimension 20 #d20 #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 spoilers #fhjy spoilers #fhjy #fhsy #fhsy spoilers #fantasy high #fantasy high spoilers #original post #look i've been on fig's side since day one #and im still on it for the most part #ref

[beskarandblasters]

Stonecatcher

Chapter Three: Let Me Be Your Stonecatcher Please

Din Djarin x OFC Athalia (Second Person POV)

Artwork: The Lovers by René Magritte Gif: @cherubispunk Series Masterlist | Series Playlist | Din Djarin Masterlist

Series summary: An up-and-coming bounty hunter and a promising arms dealer cross paths on Dantooine. What starts as a business relationship quickly becomes more. How long can you bury your emotions and be a stonecatcher for someone else before you finally snap?

Series warnings: pre season one of The Mandalorian, instant smut but slow burn romantically, Athalia is able-bodied but other than that has no physical description, angst

Chapter summary: While on a supply run to Coruscant, you run into Mando.

Word count: 3.4k

Chapter warnings: anxiety, oral sex (M receiving), vaginal sex, creampie

You’re on your way to Coruscant for a supply run, the first one you’ve ever had to do. This opportunity sort of fell into your lap. One of your new customers, Clint, was buying a blaster from you when he told you he knew a guy in Dantoo Town who was going to Coruscant. The contact in question, Sid, was looking for others to join the trip so long as they chip in on fuel. That agreement seemed fair to you so you said yes. 

You’re leaning against the window of a ship, cheek pressed up to the cool glass, and staring out into the vastness of space. You’ve never left Dantooine, much less ventured out of Casia more than a handful of times, and yet you’re handling space travel better than you anticipated. The chatter among the passengers turns into white noise as you close your eyes, imagining what Coruscant is like. It’ll be weird to be around so many people, so many speeders, and so little nature for once. 

Once you get to Coruscant, you’ll head to the lower levels, a place Sulee warned you about. You’re not sure how she knows so much about them considering that you’re almost certain she’s also never left Dantooine. Yet she has mysterious knowledge and wisdom that you definitely took into consideration for your journey. 

Mind your business. 

Don’t make eye contact with strangers. 

Keep your head low. 

Don’t let anyone walk all over you. 

You’re nervous but also excited. You’re excited to see a new place and for this wonderful business opportunity. 

But you can only think about your future endeavors for so long until your mind eventually wanders… 

Mando. 

It’s been another few weeks since you’ve seen him. You wonder what he’s doing. Probably off chasing another bounty. 

You didn’t expect to see him after the first time you crossed paths. And yet you did. That has to mean something. It’s unfortunately all you’ve been able to think about. You told Sheva about the event that led you to miss the party at the cantina. But you’ve neglected to tell Sulee, assuming that in her old-fashioned ways, she’ll tell you that casual sex is a bad idea. Even though you think it’s already growing deeper, that a meaningful connection is already being forged. But all this begs the question;

When will you see him again? 

You’ll get your answer soon enough. 

-

Sid lands the ship in a docking yard while you stare out the window. Neon lights flash in your face and heavy raindrops pelt the windows. He reminds everyone that the ship will be leaving by mid-morning the next day, before disembarking. You’re doing this supply run alone. So you’ll have to meet the supplier, pay them, and carry everything back to the ship on multiple trips. 

“Do you know where you’re going?” Sid asks as you head down to the lower levels. He must be going there, too.

You look over at him, watching as he shivers in the rain and noticing how the wet strands of hair stick to his forehead. He’s a human male, a couple of inches taller than you, with dark skin and warm eyes. His hair sits at his shoulders and goosebumps prick his skin where it’s exposed. You’ve only met him once before coming here but so far he’s proven to be a valuable contact and also a good friend.

“I do.”

“Do you need me to show you where to go? You know the password?”

“You did enough by getting me here. I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll hang around the area if you need me. Chances are I’ll be in a cantina.”

“Sounds good,” you chuckle, bidding him goodbye before you head to the meet-up spot. 

You’ve heard rumors of a sort of flea market for arms in the lower levels. Sid seemed to validate that it does indeed exist. He said it’s on Centurion Street, inside of a clinic. You have to approach the front desk and say the phrase, “I need a central processor for my Protocol Droid.”

You’re not nervous. You’ve got Sulee’s advice repeating in the back of your mind and a blaster attached to your belt. If you want to break into this industry, you need to know how to navigate it and how to interact with the clientele, plus all of the other shifty characters that come with territory. 

You wander the streets before locating the correct street. It’s slightly less busy on Centurion Street but still just as shady. Your hand hovers above your blaster and you pray to the Maker you won’t need it. Soon you find the clinic and it definitely looks fake. You head inside and get a brief refuge from the rain. You’re the only one in the lobby and the overhead fluorescent light is somehow worse than the neon sign. Everything is absurdly clean, a harsh contrast to the neighborhood the clinic is in. You approach the front desk where the receptionist is sitting and tell her the code, half expecting her to laugh in your face. She gives you a knowing look and gets up to let you in. You follow her behind the desk and into an open doorway. And it’s a little underwhelming. For some reason, you were picturing a large secret market place but it’s just a guy in a back room with an absurd amount of weapons. 

“Who sent you?” the man asks.

“Sid Clemon.”

“He didn’t come with you?”

“Nah, he decided to hit up a cantina.”

“Typical. Tell him don’t be a stranger,” he says before turning around to comb through his stock. 

“What are you looking for?” he asks.

“Anything and everything.”

You buy a decent chunk of his stock, mainly different types of blasters and a few thermal detonators. It takes you a couple of trips to get it all back to Sid’s ship. The man who sold them to you (whose name you didn’t get) didn’t offer to help you but you didn’t expect him to either. He did help you load all the product into large gray bags, telling you “Can’t be out there on the street with all of this out in the open. Can’t be showing your cards to just anyone.”

After the last trip, you head back down to the street, deciding to look for Sid in random cantinas and find out what to do next until you leave. Are you expected to sleep on the ship in the docking yard? Or are you supposed to find a random motel to stay at? 

The rain has let up but everything is still rather wet, including your clothes. And now that the rain has gone away the street is even more crowded. You scan your surroundings, looking for a sign for a cantina. But you find something else instead. 

There he is, standing in the busy street. Not Sid– Mando. Although you can’t see his face, you can tell by his body language that he’s overwhelmed. His helmet swivels in all directions, trying to keep an eye on every person around him. But it’s hard when the streets are packed with people shoulder-to-shoulder. 

He still hasn’t noticed you yet. Instead of bursting through the crowd to head towards him, you wait. You wait for him to notice you. And when he does you can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach. For some reason, it excites you to see him at a place other than Dantooine. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks, placing a hand on the small of your back and guiding you off to the side.

“Supply run.”

“It’s not safe here.”

“I can hold my own, you know,” you say, tapping the blaster attached to your belt.

“Do you… need help?”

‘What do you mean?”

“Carrying stuff back to your ship.”

“Oh! I already finished, but thanks for the offer.”

“What are you doing now?”

“Killing time. We’re not leaving until tomorrow morning.”

“Who are you here with?”

“Just some guys from Dantoo Town.”

“Are they going to miss you for a few hours?”

“No… Why?”

He points to something behind your head so you turn to follow his gaze. Across the street is a neon sign for a motel that looks abysmal at best. Is he suggesting that you get a room together?

“Are you asking me to”

“Yes,” he says abruptly, replacing the hand on the small of your back and walking you towards the motel.

“Are we splitting it?” you ask.

“I’ll take care of it.”

He’s taking you to a motel. He’s paying for it. Stay calm. Stay calm.

It all happens so fast. He books a room and pays for it with a hefty handful of credits, leading you down the hallway. Once you’re in the room, he lets go of you, collapsing onto the bed.

“Are you… alright?” you ask, walking over to the side of the bed as the door closes behind you. 

“I’m fine. I just don’t like this planet,” he says softly.

“Why?”

“Too many people.”

“Do they make you anxious?”

“...No.”

“It’s normal to get anxious, Mando.”

“Not for me.”

Poor guy. From what you’ve seen of him so far he doesn’t seem to be in touch with his emotions, which is why he’s rejecting his own anxiety. 

“Can I help?”

“How?”

“You’ll see,” you say, moving to the foot of the bed. 

The bulge in his flight suit catches your eye. He needs to be taken care of. You sink to the floor and motion for him to inch closer to you. He obliges, boots planted on the floor on either side of you. You palm his cock, hearing him groan while you touch him so delicately. 

“You need to relax,” you tell him softly, increasing the pressure of your hand, “You’re so tense… Have you ever had anyone take care of you before?”

“...Not like this,” he says, poking up his helmet and looking at you.

“Lie back down,” you say gently, placing a hand on his breastplate and coaxing him to lie on his back again.

You remove his cock from his flight suit, watching it spring free from the confines of the fabric. You wrap your hand around the base, watching the pre-cum bead up at the tip of his cock before spilling over and running down his shaft. As you stroke him you watch the stress and exhaustion leave his body. He practically melts into the bed and it makes you feel good that you are the person to take care of him like this. Surely, he’s gotten head before, but probably not by someone who cares about him like this. You’re just assuming but you gather he’s not one for long-term relationships. It makes sense given his line of work but maybe he’s changing his ways. Why else would he cross the galaxy for you? He could’ve purchased that blaster anywhere. Maybe he’s developing feelings for you, too. Maybe he’s just not showing it. 

You enclose your lips around the head of his cock while your hand continues to stroke him. Your other hand cups his balls, eliciting a deep moan from him. 

“Feeling good?” you ask, pulling your mouth away for a moment.

“Mhm,” he moans, voice all strained and dripping with arousal. 

You return your mouth to his cock and suck in your cheeks, watching as his hands grip the sheets at his sides. Your tongue slips in between the head of his cock and his foreskin, swirling around the sensitive tip. Saliva seeps out of your mouth and coats his shaft, making everything that much more effortless. 

He melts into the bed as you bring him closer to the edge. But you’re not done with him just yet. You rise from the floor much to his dismay until he realizes what you’re doing. You peel off your wet clothes, nipples perking up in the cool air of the motel room. Goosebumps prick your skin and a shiver runs down your spine. He’s so attractive lying there on the bed, broad and spread out with his cock dripping in pre-cum. For once you’ll get to be face-to-face (well really face-to-helmet) when you fuck. The arousal drips down your legs as you get onto the bed, straddling him with your entrance grazing the head of his cock. 

He doesn’t protest you straddling him. He embraces it instead, hands gravitating to your waist. You lower yourself onto his cock, slowly taking all of his length. He groans, reveling in the feeling of your warmth encapsulating his cock. 

“Kriff, you feel good,” he says, squeezing your waist. 

You rock your hips back and forth, feeling his cock sink into you deeper. You rest your hands on his breastplate, staring directly into the visor of his helmet. You lean forward, bringing your face closer to the black T shape. 

“You’re so big, Mando,” you moan, voice getting high pitched on the last word as his cock hits a sensitive spot. 

“Mmm, you take it so well, ruusaan,” he says, voice sultry and silky smooth. 

Ruusaan. What does that mean?

You don’t have time to think about it as he jerks his hips up into you. You’re getting closer and closer to coming, and tingling sensations run throughout your body. Your fingers grip the edge of his breastplate, clinging for purchase as you rock your hips back and forth even faster. He’s getting closer, too, strained moans come out from underneath the helmet. 

Your orgasm erupts from your core and your sounds of pleasure fill the small motel room. His orgasm is triggered by the sensation of yours, spilling over the edge thanks to your cunt clenching his cock. He guides the movement of your hips as you both cum, feeling you squirm and writhe while you ride out your high. 

Once you’re done coming you pull yourself off of him, collapsing onto the bed beside him. You catch a glance of your wet clothes on the floor and get up to set them on the heater, wondering what’s next for you two. Normally, he leaves. 

This time he doesn’t. Instead, his chest heaves up and down. You just want to take care of him again. 

“Mando?” you ask, turning to face the bed. He doesn’t sit up. He remains where he is, his chest rising and falling as he tries to control his breath. 

You glance at the chair at the desk across the room and walk over to it, pulling it out for him before reaching for his hand. 

“Come sit.”

Reluctantly, he gets up from the bed and sits on the chair. His hands grip the armrests for dear life as if this is his way of releasing the stress. You stand behind the chair and ghost your hands over his shoulder pauldrons.

“Can I take these off?” you ask. 

“Why?”

“To massage your shoulders?”

“Oh… Go ahead,” he says stiffly. 

You remove each pauldron and place them on the desk, bringing your hands to his sore muscles. He’s as stiff as a board as you touch him and you have to gently remind him to relax. 

“Relax,” you whisper beside his helmet. 

You rub his shoulders like you’re absorbing his stress and anxiety. He slumps into the chair, helmet thrown back. You imagine his eyes are closed underneath. 

Is this what peace looks like?

-

He falls asleep on the chair. You let him. It seems like he really needed the rest. Your clothes dry in the meantime and you get stressed again. It’s the middle of the night and you’re not sure what you’re supposed to do until it’s time to go. Maybe you’ll sleep in the bed? And secretly hope he’ll wake up and join you. 

That’s a reality you’ll only see in your dreams, though.

-

When you wake up you’re greeted by darkness. He must’ve turned the lights off. You feel around for him in the bed but he’s not there. Perhaps he’s still sleeping in the chair? Maybe he didn’t want to encroach on your space in the bed. 

You reach for the lamp on the nightstand which illuminates an empty room. You’re alone. Sadness builds in your gut. He just… left you. 

But not without a word. There’s a note on the nightstand. It reads; 

Thanks for the massage. Catch you back in Casia.  

At least he left a note. 

You do one final look over of the room before leaving, grabbing his note and putting it in your bag. You set out into the early morning and wonder where Mando is now. You’re one of the first people to arrive back at Sid’s ship, waiting around in the stillness of a quiet Coruscant for once, before the planet wakes up. But eventually, you’re joined by the others. 

“Jeez Athalia, did you stay up all night?” Sid asks, laughing at your disheveled state. 

“Something like that,” you sigh.

“You could’ve stayed in the ship,” he points out, lowering the exit ramp. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you say, slumping into the same passenger seat you sat in on the way here. 

The other passengers talk amongst themselves as you lean against the cool window of the ship. Sid takes off and before you can fall asleep you think about what he called you. 

Ruusaan.

You’ll have to ask him what that means next time you see him. 

There is one thing that’s certain- you have a lot you need to tell Sheva about. 

-

Once you’re settled back in Casia with all of your purchases put away, you head to the cantina to tell Sheva about your trip. 

She places her hand over her heart when she sees you, letting out a sigh of relief.

“You look like you just saw a ghost,” you say, chuckling as you sit down at the bar.

“To be honest I wasn’t sure if you’d ever come back.”

“What do you mean?!”

“Come on, the lower levels are sketchy.”

“Well, I survived.”

“Congrats.”

“Anyway… I have something I have to tell you.”

“Spill,” she says, leaning on the countertop.

“I saw Mando again.”

“On Coruscant?!”

“Mhm.”

“Like you just happened to run into him?”

“Yup. On the street.”

“And how did that go?”

“We spent the night at a motel together.”

“Wow, things seem like they’re getting serious.”

You bite your lip and grimace. If only that were true. 

“What’s wrong?” she asks. 

“Well… he left in the middle of the night.”

“He what?!” 

“I mean he left a note!”

“But still… Girl, that’s suspicious.”

“I don’t think so. I think he just has an issue with commitment.”

“Do you have the note?” 

You reach for your bag and pull out the folded-up piece of paper from the motel, handing it to her as she looks at it with a raised eyebrow. 

“ ‘Thanks for the massage. Catch you back in Casia’… Girl, what is this?”

“I found him on the street. He took me to a motel where we had sex and then I rubbed his shoulders after. He seemed stressed,” you shrug. 

“Exactly! He’s using you.”

“What?? No, he’s not.”

“He buys your products, has sex, and then leaves every single time. Except this time your “product” was in the form of a massage.”

“…You don’t think he’s feeling anything for me?” you ask, starting to feel doubtful. 

She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.  “I’m not saying he doesn’t… I’m just telling you to be careful.”

“Thanks…” you say, getting up from your stool, “I’ll be careful. I promise” 

“Are you mad at me?”

“No!” you half-lie, “I’m just tired from the trip.”

“I get it… Just think about what I said, okay?”

“I will,” you tell her, smiling at her before turning and leaving. The evening rush is just starting to make its way to the cantina. You’re tired from the trip but you also need to think about what Sheva said. 

You don’t think he’s using you but also… so what if he is? You can take it until he fully realizes his feelings. 

At least that’s what you tell yourself. 

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[johndonneswife]

someone really should be talking about how difficult it is to plan a wedding - a gay wedding - when both of your families fucking suck

#who is talking about this!!!! let me know #idk i have 0 expectations for my family but they still somehow always manage to let me down which #i was anticipating #and i didn’t think i would care because i have never cared before #but liiiiiike. #i wasn’t expecting to feel sad rofl but my family is so fucking flaky. again i KNOW THIS i know i cannot rely on any of them #it’s annoying when i have given them a year and a half to make plans and i have had so many people tell me they would be there #just to back out or ghost or come up with some excuse #like do you know how expensive weddings are 😭 JUST fucking be honest with me and rsvp no #anyway i was very intentional with the few family members i did invite #and specifically invited people i have a rapport with / had a good (ish lol) relationship with growing up #people i have bent over backwards trying to please!!! and dropping everything to help them out #and they can’t even be bothered to communicate with me lol it’s fine. like. i do feel like it’s internalized homophobia at this point #or maybe they have hated me this entire time which is totally plausible #but they KNOW how much ayesha means to me and knows that no one from her family is coming to our wedding #at the end of the day it’s going to be like. 5 people from my family 1 from ayesha’s (her brother) and like 30-40 friends #which i am so grateful for obviously #i sound like such a brat but it’s also like - watching your family continuously choose drugs/alcohol over showing up for you - lol #AGAIN i’m used to this and expected as much but i’m still feeling bad #just rsvp so i can move on with my life please. stop telling me you’re trying to make it work when we both know you aren’t #i have so much more to say but i’m going to sound crazy even though i knooooow it is homophobia like i Know it #i think there are certain people i will finally go no contact with for good after this #which is a freeing thought but i only invited v few family members to begin with. there’s abt to be no one left lmao #probably for the best #ugh whatever #again i can’t help but feel a certain way when they have done more/traveled further for relatives they hardly know #meanwhile i was forced to spend so much of my life living for these people and for them alone #AAAAAAAA i just want to scream #text

[jenscx]

HAPPINESS — yu jimin x f!reader

jimin made you feel like life was worth living for.

TAGS — situationship, strangers to lovers, ive member!yn, jealousy, angst, fluff, birthday fic for jimin

WORDCOUNT — 3.8k

it hadn’t been long since you and karina met. by luck, she was attending a fashion show and had gravitated to you during the after-party. it was an unforgettable experience; one of the most gorgeous idols constantly hovering around you, eyes lingering on the silky black, backless dress you adorned, fingers dancing across your arms… needless to say, you had immediately asked for her contact information, only to receive a cryptic smile in return.

“why not just,” she whispered, “come back to my place instead?”

you had instantly declined, “i’m sorry, i don’t do that. and don’t you live with your members anyway?” karina merely shrugged, eyes twinkling with a gleam you couldn’t name. 

“then shouldn’t we go back to yours?”

exasperated, you shake your head, “i just said, i don’t do that. i was interested before, and you are jaw-droppingly beautiful, but i’m not intending to go anywhere tonight, karina.”

the girl hesitated for a few seconds. you raised an eyebrow. she grins, “call me jimin.”

it had only been a month since that interaction. since then, your relationship has progressed. from strangers to friends and now tethering on the edge of a relationship. or as your member yujin had described, a ‘situationship’. it was so easy to open up to jimin, her sweet talk, midnight chats and relentless insistence to annoy you had captured your attention. she was so stupidly cute. 

you had fallen. 

and jimin seemed to have as well. 

no one would stay up till midnight talking to a situationship unless they really liked them, right? 

and even though jimin had a schedule the next day, you and her were still in a heated discussion about which ice cream flavour was the superior one (it was always vanilla).

the alarm on your phone rang. in bright words read, ‘milan fashion show.’ you smile to yourself. it was another chance to see jimin after her hectic schedule. you barely had time to see her during her break, and now your schedules finally matched up. you couldn’t wait to see her.

jiminie [7.41am]:

hihihi good morning

i’ll see u ltr :))

ynie [8.20am]:

morning!

can’t wait. 

you turn your phone off with a bright grin, barely keeping your excitement under wraps. your flight was at 10 and by the time you reached milan, it would be around 11 in the evening. it was going to be a long flight, but the thought of seeing jimin again made your stomach tighten up. was this what people in relationships feel? it was so bizarre that the simple thought of someone could so easily make you feel breathless. 

unable to contain your exhilaration, you get some weird stares from your manager and assistants. meekly apologising, you close your eyes as they drive to the airport, dreaming of a certain main dancer.

you blink. how did you get here?

jimin, was just standing a few feet away from you, but she had barely spared you a glance the whole day. she didn’t even greet you or anything. even after the crew had asked for you two to stand together, jimin was at least a metre away, not daring to stand in your vicinity. you could cry.

especially with the heart eyes every other person was sending her way. you swallow the lump in your throat, staring at the man who stood a little close for comfort next to her. and throughout the show, you could only stare longingly at the back of her head, sighing every once in a while when the two of them would pose. it was devastating.

“you good?” one of the other attendants asked. you think you recognise them from a recent drama you’ve watched.

“yeah,” you mumble, taking a sip of the champagne in your glass. at the corner of your eye, you could see jimin and that man conversing, both sharing giggles and whispers. your grip on the glass tightens. groaning, you look away, trying to hide the hurt on your face from being ignored so obviously. all your attempts at conversation had been shut down and she brushed past all your waves.

you saunter to the corner, taking a seat and pulling out your phone.

yujin [9.27pm]:

how’s it gg

yn [10.14pm]:

it’s like i don’t even exist.

i don’t know what i should do

she keeps talking to some guy

yujin [10.15pm]:

girl gtfo

you agree with yujin. if karina wanted to ignore you, so be it. there was nothing for you to do anyway. after sending a quick message to your manager, you get back up, heading back to the group of actors and idols alike that were engaged in conversation.

coincidentally, karina and her partner for the night had joined as well. it wasn’t difficult to avoid eye contact when she wouldn’t even look in your direction.

“i’ve requested for more champagne,” one of them say, “anybody wants a refill?”

a murmur of chorus emerges.

the waiter stares at your glass expectantly, the bottle in his hand waiting.

“ah… no, i’m leaving soon,” you say awkwardly, handing your glass to another waiter passing by. karina’s head shoots up.

“shame,” they all agree.

“your manager’s picking you up?” karina finally speaks. you longed for her voice, but you’re not very appreciative of it now.

you nod, barely wanting to start a conversation with the girl.

“i’ll walk you out.”

can you really refuse in front of all these people? you already had a reputation of being a bitch. refusing karina’s offer was going to severely damage your image.

you just hold your tongue.

the cold air greets you warmly, unlike karina. you relish in the gusts of wind, waiting patiently outside the gala for your manager’s distinguishable car. karina hums a gentle tune, turning to you.

“how was the show?”

“good,” you reply, curt.

karina doesn’t back down.

“you had fun?” you nod.

“i didn’t get to talk to you at all, it’s sad you’re leaving now.”

you shrug.

“why are you leaving so early?”

“tired.”

“hm, okay.”

you stand in silence while karina fidgets beside you, her hands constantly twirling her hair and eyes darting around. cursing yourself, you take a quick glance at her. the girl’s deep, lush and dark hair flows charmingly in the wind. her eyes draw you in, hypnotising you deeply, full of uncertainty and hesitance for the first time you’ve met her.

“do you have something to say?” you ask. karina huffs, blowing her bangs covering her eyes.

“i do, but it just depends if you’ll listen to me.”

“depends on what you’re asking for,” you reply.

karina smiles, smaller than before, “stay. just for a few more minutes. with me.”

you contemplate. just for a few minutes.

“only until my manager comes.”

she falters, it’s the first time you’ve ever subtly rejected her company, but a practised mask of indifference is put on.

there’s an uncomfortable silence, one that neither of you are willing to acknowledge. you start to regret your decision; you should have just asked her to go back in, instead of waiting out here with you like a fool.

“minjeong’s been talking about this milan cathedral, called duomo di milano, it’s really pretty,” karina looks at you expectantly, “do you have the day off tomorrow for sightseeing?”

you answer slowly, “i do have the day off...”

“where are you staying? i’ll come pick you up.”

“but i don’t want to go, karina,” you complete your sentence. shock passes her face rather quickly.

“uhm, do you want to go somewhere else?”

you shake your head, wanting her to get the hint that you weren’t exactly jumping for the opportunity to hang out.

“we could go shopping at this galleria that aeri mentioned, it has a hotel and everything.”

“no, thanks for offering.”

karina’s tethering on the edge of distress, her face showing visible distraught by now, no longer caring to hide behind a mask of impassiveness. you check your phone again. notifications line your lock screen, most of them coming from yujin.

yujin [10.29pm]:

are u out of there yet

make sure to get back safe

also call me ltr i need to tell u smth

omg jiwon js told me she left seo at home alone

you smile at yujin messages. the leader’s caring nature makes your heart warm and the mention of your other members makes you miss them.

“your manager texting you?” karina asks.

“uh, no,” you reply vaguely, not very keen on talking to her. karina frowns.

“are you sick? do you feel unwell?” she lifts a hand up to touch your neck. the fleeting touch of her fingers already caused goosebumps against your skin.

“i’m fine, karina.”

the mention of her name makes her glare at you, “didn’t i say to call me jimin?”

unable to answer coherently, you settle for silence. karina huffs, seemingly getting irritated.

she opens her mouth once again, but the honk of a car distracts you. the window rolls down and you recognise your manager.

“thanks for uhm, staying here with me,” you bow, “have a good night.” you were upset, but that wouldn’t stop you from being polite.

karina merely watches you leave.

your manager gives you about five minutes of peace and tranquillity before unleashing an onslaught of questions onto you, like “why’d you leave?” or “did someone say something to you?” you answer truthfully to most of his questions.

unable to get a proper response, he just drives back and tells you to not get into any trouble on your day-off.

(“what trouble would i even get into?”

“i’ll actually quit if dispatch posts a photo of you drinking with your friends.”

“that would be impossible since i don’t have any friends.”)

meanwhile, yujin fills you in on the stupid shit your members get up to during your absence. like rei putting aluminium into the microwave and wonyoung just managing to stop her in time.

your phone lights up with notifications throughout the night and you hate the fact that it doesn’t bring you the same excitement like before. the morning after, a chain of messages graces your phone.

jiminie [9.17am]:

are u awake?

jiminie [9.20am]:

when are u gg back to korea?

hello?

ynie [9.31am]:

tmrw

jiminie [9.31am]:

do u feel like gg out tdy?

you turn off your phone, sighing. you would have felt bad for being so distant but the mere thought of karina with that guy yesterday night made you feel unneeded. why was she texting you and asking to hang out with you when she already had someone to go to?

there was no point overthinking about her.

karina would just be another failed situationship. she didn’t mean that much to you (she did). she wasn’t the first thing you thought of once you woke up (she was). and she definitely couldn’t be a good girlfriend for you (she definitely could be).

the hotel doorbell rings. you quirk an eyebrow, not remembering ever ordering room service. maybe your manager knew you wouldn’t be going out for breakfast.

you don’t bother checking the peephole, the hotel you were staying at was very tight on security and only celebrities stayed at this floor. you open the door, stomach grumbling at the thought of food.

“yn.”

oh.

karina stands at your door, a small smile on her face. you feel terribly underdressed compared to her in your bathrobe and messy bed hair.

“good morning,” you greet hoarsely.

“hurry up and get dressed.”

you stop karina from entering your room.

“what are you talking about?”

“we’re going out whether you like it or not. you shouldn’t rot in your room, you should be exploring milan, before you leave, with me.”

do you really have a choice to say no? (yes, you do).

in your heart, you knew in the end, you wouldn’t ever say no to karina.

“okay.”

she grins and you forget why you were even upset in the first place.

karina waits patiently while you finish getting ready. she’s on the balcony admiring the view when you’re done.

“where are we going?” you grab a mask and a cap as karina puts on her shoes again.

“it’s a surprise, and you don’t need those,” karina answers, pointing at the items in your hand. you frown.

“people will recognise me. they’ll see me with you.”

karina shakes her head, “it’s fine, i don’t mind it.”

i mind it though.

you end up leaving them by your bedside table.

“where are we going?” you repeat as karina drags you out of the door. she groans, “stop asking! i already told you it’s a surprise.”

“i need to tell my manager.”

karina pouts, “i’ve already contacted him, just stop worrying about everything.”

her words seem so easy to believe now. to stop worrying about everything.

the streets of milan are filled with cafes and luxury brands. with it being one of the most visited cities, tourists and locals alike roam the area. at every corner, there’s either an art gallery or museum. you must admit that the architecture is simply amazing. quaint bookstores and coffee shops provide a sense of peace away from the bustling metropolitan city. milan was beautiful.

karina pulls you into a cafe, the strong aroma of coffee already filling your senses. there’s a quiet ambience of chatter and the soft footsteps of the waiters walking around. the girl brings you to one of the tables near the window. it gives you a view of a clothing shop adjacent to the cafe, full of customers.

“milan’s called a fashion capital,” karina remarks, “it’s one of europe’s most dynamic cities.” when you don’t reply, karina stands up, awkwardly saying, “i’ll go order our food.”

you nod.

she comes back soon, red in the face and fumbling with her wallet.

you ignore it.

“uhm, anyway, did you sleep well last night?”

“yeah.”

“okay… uh, what time is your flight tomorrow?”

“i think it’s in the morning,” you feel pity for karina who’s been desperately trying to keep the conversation going, “what about you?”

karina’s face lights up, “it’s at one in the afternoon.”

the waiter soon arrives with your food. its mouth-watering. karina hands the waiter a note and says something in italian that you don’t understand.

“you can speak italian?” you ask, curiosity taking over you.

“yeah, a little,” karina mumbles. she doesn’t seem to want to elaborate, so you don’t bother asking any more. you gorge yourself out with the pastries that karina ordered, all while she looks a little constipated and unsure.

“you’re not going to eat?”

“i… i already ate before coming here.”

you nod, continuing to chew.

“it’s so early, who’s awake to even eat with?”

karina mutters, “i ate with jaewook.” you swallow the piece of bread in your mouth. the sweetness you tasted on your tongue is gone, just left with a bitter taste. you regret even asking her. you regret coming out of your hotel to eat pastries with her at 9 in the morning.

your head feels clouded. it’s not only gravity pulling you down. it’s a wrangling chain clutching your heart, pulling it into your stomach. the more you think about karina and that guy together, the more you feel like puking out all the sweet treats you stuffed your mouth with. you wanted to get rid of anything related to her.

“are you okay?” she asks.

no, you want to reply.

“i wanna go back,” you say instead.

lying was always better than telling her the truth.

“what? no, uhm,” karina blurts out, panicked, “you can’t go back yet, we still have a lot to sightsee.”

“please let me go back,” you beg, feeling a wave of nausea take over. between her incessant pleading to not leave and the vision of the two of them, jealousy fills your every vein.

“i planned a lot for today and oh my god, yn—” you can’t stand it anymore.

swiftly, you take out a wad of cash, placing it on the table and leaving the cafe without a second look behind. you stomp out quick, steady steps back to the hotel and you can feel karina hot on your heels. she calls out for your name, but to no avail do you turn back. you think of a plan. once you get back to your room, you’re going to block karina on everything. she’s never going to exist in your life ever again. if your job requires you to interact with her, it’s a bare minimum. you’ll break off contact with all of your mutual friends, ryujin, minjeong, maybe chaewon (but yujin and wonyoung would kill you).

it’s only when you reach a traffic light that karina catches up with you. once it flashes red, you groan. you can basically see karina’s triumphant smirk at the corner of your eye.

“are you done running now?”

you take a good look at karina. she’s panting, not more than you are, and her cheeks are flushed red.

the light flashes green.

“no.”

and the chase begins again.

karina tails you until you reach the hotel lobby. you open up your purse, searching for the keycard. karina is just a few steps behind.

you hear gasps of recognition behind you, the very reason you wanted to cover up your identity.

the moment the lift reaches the ground floor, you slide in, rapidly pressing the close button. karina, however, navigates through the crowd and manages to reach the lift in time.

you groan, your attempt at running away has failed. maybe you could still convince karina to leave you alone somehow. she wouldn’t try to break into your room, right?

“this is awkward now.”

“yeah, i wasn’t expecting you to follow me,” you sneer, “if a woman says she wants to leave, just let her leave for god’s sake.”

“okay, that’s my fault but you literally left out of nowhere, and you’ve been acting weird ever since last night,” karina argues back.

the lift beeps. you exit it with karina following you closely behind, still ongoing about your sudden change in behaviour.

“like last night, you left early and we didn’t even have time to talk or anything, and when i asked you about it you didn’t even explain anything?! just brushed me off and left! can you just tell me what’s going on?”

you two reach your room.

“i don’t need to explain myself to you. i said i was tired.”

“okay, but what about today? i planned the whole day for us to hang out and you just got up and left? what the hell! are you just an asshole who plays with people’s feelings? you told me you ‘can’t wait to see me’ and then just left like that,” karina raises her voice. a elderly couple passes you two and you feel self-conscious. you were just standing outside your room letting karina yell at you.

“come in then yell, you’re getting weird looks.”

karina inhales sharply, finally calming down.

you sit down on one of the lounge chairs, taking a deep breath.

“i really don’t have anything to explain to you. i’m sorry. and i’m not the one playing with people’s feelings here.”

“what? are you insinuating that i’m the one playing with your feelings?”

“uh, if the shoe fits?”

karina slaps your arm, “are you serious right now? can you just talk to me for once?! is this your first time being friends with someone?” friends? since when were you ever just friends with karina?

“no, it isn’t,” you swallow, “it’s my first time feeling this way for someone.”

“what?”

“do you know how many times i think about you in a day? it’s once, because i never stop. it hurts me every time i see you with someone else and i know i shouldn’t feel this way because while you reside in my mind, i have to hope that I cross yours once in a while to feel less pathetic of myself. do you know how that feels? to want to exist in someone’s thoughts. i feel happy just to know that you’re even acknowledging my presence. but you didn’t. you didn’t even care when i was there, so you shouldn’t care when i’m not,” the weight of unshed tears came pouring out. you let out a watery but hollow laugh. karina makes your heart ache, she makes you feel defeated and useless, she makes you feel angry and jealous.

“you make me feel that life is worth living for. that i went through all those torturous years just to meet you.”

karina, is life in itself.

“and i don’t think i’ll ever be able to find someone else that makes me feel this way. have you ever felt that way about someone?”

she stares at you, unblinking. she comes to terms with your words finally.

“i’m sorry,” she says.

“it’s fine,” you sniffle, wiping your tears.

“i’m sorry i hurt you.”

“of course you’ll hurt me. of course we’ll hurt each other, because this is the condition of living. and what’s not love, if not living for each other?”

“i didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

you sigh, “regret is a stupid thing. when you reject me, i would be better off knowing that we wouldn’t work out because you don’t like me, rather than me not telling you and wondering if we would ever work out. and you’re with that guy anyway.”

“who told you i would reject you? and who said i was with him?”

“oh.”

“i feel everything that you’ve just said, about you. and i’m upset that you were planning to just throw me away like that because of our inability to communicate.”

you laugh, more heartily this time, “i just didn’t want to be one of your conquests or whatever.”

“you’re more than one of my conquests. i wouldn’t dream of even letting you go. some people search their whole lives to find what i found in you. you can be assured that i won’t ever let you go.”

her sincere words draw red to your cheeks, warmth spreads from your neck to the tip of your ears. “you still like me,” you repeat, “even when i’m a jealous freak, have commitment issues and i care too much?”

“even with all those traits. if you didn’t care, you wouldn’t be the yn i like,” karina’s voice softens as does her touch. she takes your hand in hers, caressing the back of your hand with her palm.

“even if i don’t understand why you get angry and why you ignore me, i still like you. that’s what makes you, you. and love is all about understanding.”

you nod. all the crying has made you feel drowsy, and your fatigue is apparent, since karina smiles in amusement and says, “wash up and take a nap. i’ll be here.”

she’ll be here.

“thank you, jimin.”

karina, or rather, jimin, chuckles, “hurry up and shower. i hope you brought extra clothes since i’m going to change too.”

you quickly wash up and so does jimin. the two of you settle into the bed, your hands clutching at jimin for warmth and intimacy. you have her. the thought allows you to drift asleep, finally knowing that jimin’s heart beats the same for yours.

when the sun sets as you wake up from your nap, you can’t help but blurt out, “i adore you.”

jimin, pleasantly surprised, only giggles back.

“i adore you too, in ways words cannot express.”

maybe paris wasn’t the city of love. yours was milan.

🎙️ author’s note: this is probably one of my favourite fics i’ve written. most of my own personal values have been put into this fic. regret is a stupid thing, we only live once and we have no idea if we’ll ever get to live again. find people that makes life worth living for. happy birthday yu jimin, aespa’s stupid cheese cat 🤍

#aespa #aespa x reader #karina x reader #jimin x reader #yu jimin x reader

[p1utofairy]

PAC: “good karma my aesthetic. keep my conscience clear, that's why i’m so magnetic.” 🩰🍥🫧🪷

• what do you need to hear right now?

disclaimer ✩: take what resonates, leave what doesn't. i really appreciate y’all sm <3 for the patience, the love, the feedback and support. y’all are the greatest ever. i’m open to pac suggestions as well, so don’t hesitate to slide in my ask box! xoxo.

pile 1 ☂️ —

heyyy pile 1 ⭐️ what you need to hear right now is: release. relax and let go of any unhealthy attachments you may have to a certain person, place, idea or thing. i think you've been holding onto someone/something or the idea of what it could be/could’ve been. i pick up a feeling of yearning. you’ve been wanting something to work out in your favor, so you’ve been holding out…waiting to see if this situation will turn out how you anticipate. big 3 of wands energy. you’ve been waiting awhile now (i’m hearing weeks for some, months for others) for a clear answer. i think the more you wait around and stall things, the less likely things will go into motion. don’t chase, attract. remember that things will flow naturally to you and it’ll always work out in your favor no matter what — when one door shuts, several more will open. don’t put a time frame on it, you’ll get your answer/wish/clarity when you least expect. keep focusing on yourself and what you’re currently doing! whether that be going to school, work, the gym, studying, spending time with friends, etc. there’s a certain area in your life that you greatly want change to occur in, i’m heavily picking up for some that this is in regards to your love life, and again — i keep hearing that things will unfold in your favor when you least expect. very soon. you’re on the brink of something great, just don’t overthink it. relax, take a breath and just BE. your guides will handle the rest. love, prosperity and abundance are on the way to you. it just may not appear in the way you envision, which doesn’t mean it won’t happen at all. think about it this way, you might fantasize about coming across your dream person while you’re in a bookstore (on some ‘harry met sally’ type shit lol) so every time you go into a bookstore you’re kinda anticipating that to happen, but let’s say your busy at work or you’re frantically trying to prioritize doing your school work and studying and out of nowhere you look up and make eye contact with this person you’ve never seen before but you can feel the ✨vibe✨ like WHOA that’s…my person. i just see you being in your element when you meet this person pile 1, your mind will not be preoccupied/you will not have any precognitive thoughts — your person will just reveal themselves to you out of the blue. okay i feel like i’m getting carried away lol but everything’s gonna work out even better than you imagined pile 1 💗 trust that.

other channeled messages:

don't settle for less, pink + white by frank ocean, strawberry milkshake, chemtrails over the country club by lana del rey, leo sun, cancer moon, vedic astrology

pile 2 🦢 —

what's goodddd pile 2! i feel like you're in your self-love/healing era. you just bounced back from something and you did it with such resilience, ease and grace might i add. i'm hearing church girl by beyoncé, “i'm gonna love on me, nobody can judge me but me! i was born free.” okayyyyyy pile 2 i love this for y'all. i think some of you are really working on strengthening your throat chakra by speaking up for yourself and setting boundaries. just saw a meme that said “how i reclaimed the word ‘cunt’ by being one” OH WOW WOW WOW. i think you’re just over a lot of people and their bullshit, you may have just gotten out of a relationship, had a friendship breakup or recently left a job. good for you 💗whichever situation applies to you, i know it was draining and heavy on your shoulders. you finally feel like a weight has been lifted and you can spread your wings and be free. idk why i’m hearing some of you might be listening to a lot of lana del rey lately? (random but REAL af lol) i love that you know yourself at the core pile 2, you can’t fake it…if somethings not pleasing you or it’s not in your best interest, you know how to walk away and find something better. you don’t even know it, but you're inspiring to a lot of people. i think what you need to hear is: keep being your true authentic self. never forget where you came from and who helped you along the way, because i see that you have a big, bright and successful future ahead of you pile 2. you’re gonna be a star. “the diamond in the rough” from aladdin is what i’m hearing. you’ve got the wit, talent and empathy to get where you need to be in life. i wish you nothing but happiness and success pile 222 ♾️

other channeled messages:

hurricane by bridgit mendler, switch a n**** out by summer walker, olivia pope, sagittarius rising, cancer moon, pisces energy, save your tears remix by the weeknd & ariana grande, on my shoulders by sabrina claudio, red dress

pile 3 💵 —

hi pile 3 🤗 i’m getting rich vibes from y’all already lmfao, even if you aren’t (yet) there’s this energy of being very well-kept and liking the nicer things in life. you love you some good ol’ retail therapy. the message you need to hear right now is: spend your money wisely. i think you need to budget/save a bit more pile 3, you can sometimes go a bit overboard and indulge in the latest clothes, upscale restaurants or beauty products. you like nice things!!! there’s nothing wrong with that at all, you just need to make sure you’re prioritizing and balancing your earnings. some of you that picked this pile have very young energy lol like i can see you chilling at like 12am scrolling on youtube/tiktok and ooo’ing and aaa’ing at so many different product reviews and adding shit to your cart. some of you are tempted to buy stuff from the tiktok shop too lolll that was so oddly specific but i also feel like you've been big on protecting your peace lately. kickin’ back by mila j is coming to mind, “i’m kickin' back and i’m lightin' up doin' what the fuck i want. just rolled a wood, i’m feelin' good. just me, myself and this blunt.” i know das rightttt pile 3 🤭 you know your worth and you’re not settling for less than anything that you deserve — i love this.

other channeled messages:

luxurious by gwen stefani, need to know by doja cat, i just had an epiphany i need to go to tiffany’s, fenty gloss bomb, chanel chance, scorpio moon, catching flights not feelings

#pac #pick a card #pick a pile #pac reading #pick a card reading #intuitive reading #love pac #love reading #pac tarot #tarot reading #tarot #tarot pac #energy reading #p1utofairy

[14thgalerie]

tell me why

• pairing: theodore nott x reader

• now playing: dangerous by madison beer

• word count: 3.3k

• genre: angst, fluff (barely)

— based on this request, i hope you like this one even though i'm pretty sure this isn't what you had in mind huhu. i tried to find a way to go about this prompt that isn't all cliche and was written before.

Projects given over the holiday: written and set aside in a matter of six hours.

Every crevice and corner of his room is now spotless.

A game of quidditch with Lorenzo with his siblings.

And that’s the entire list. He has finally run out of things to do, yet the sun remains shining brightly outside. What was supposed to be an uneventful day had turned out to be quite a hectic one. An accidental glance at the desk that sits below the tall windows ruined the extraneous effort he had gone to in order to forget about a certain envelope or rather someone.

An entire day has already passed since his owl dropped by to hand him a single envelope. After taking a glance at the sender, he couldn’t bring himself to open it right at that instance.

In all honesty, he has absolutely no idea as to why he is avoiding opening it; well maybe he does know, and maybe it’s the reason for the dread that kept stirring at the pit of his stomach. The last time he heard from you was at the Hogwarts Express before you completely cut off contact with him.

It’s been an entire week now since the holiday break started, the same amount of time since he received a word from you, something that has never occurred. Your fights had never lasted for longer than necessary— a day would be the worst of it because he despises it whenever people make matters worse for themselves by ignoring one another. But despite his great hatred for it, he doesn’t feel a single thing except for the urgency and desperation that you answer him.

So, he doesn’t understand why you suddenly shut away from him when everything has been going great. One moment you were all snuggled up to him in the compartment you shared with your friends and then not a single word from you from the hundreds of letters he must’ve sent by now.

The sound of knocking pulls him from his thoughts.

“Hey Theo, I left some food for you here if you’re awake. Mom also set aside some medicine if you’re not feeling well, she’s worried for you.” He hears Lorenzo at the door trying to talk to him, unsure if he is even being heard by Theo.

Silence fills the room as Lorenzo leaves, thinking that he’s still asleep. Looking at the yellow ribbon that wraps around the envelope, he reaches out and takes hold of it for the first time since he last dropped it.

Pulling the band with a sense of uneasiness, he sees that it doesn’t have anything special on it, just your name at the front and numbers at the upper left corner. Pulling out the paper— wondering if the little doodles that always accompanied your letter for him would be there, but he is left frowning at the blank edges. Flipping it open, he laughs out loud at the naivety of believing it will be any good before he is choked by the lump that formed in his throat.

Let’s break up, Theo.

I’m a coward to do this over a letter, I know. I won’t blame you if you’re mad at me. I have been constantly depressed at the thought of doing this. In the weeks leading up to when I am writing this, I have been incessantly living vicariously through the memory of us. 

I know it’s too much to ask after doing this to you, but please never talk to me again. Don’t ask. I won't be able to explain to you, not when I still don’t understand it and how I’m feeling.

Goodbye.

You wonder if he’ll ask. You wonder if you will ever tell him. How you will explain, how you might run away instead. It’ll be an answer enough to satiate the questions that barrage through the doors of your mind without warning.

Theo was lying in his bed staring unknowingly into space, it had been hard to move when your body is deprived of sustenance; nor food or sleep is enough. So he lays there in the forced darkness from his drawn bed curtains, body more still and cold than a dead body 6 feet underground.

He couldn’t handle another day of hiding behind the old facade of indifference. At first, it was easy. He heeded your wish of keeping his distance even if every atom in his body begged to be near you. Saving the most painful, physical sobbing in his solitude. He was fine just seeing you be there; alive and breathing.

As the days lingered on, however, it wasn’t enough. Not when you have deprived him even of that one simple thing. Disappearing from every class you’re sharing only to find out you have requested to attend another class.

He didn’t have the energy to keep up with that charade anymore. Letting himself wither until he’s only a nutshell of the man you’ve built in the ruins of his past.

He had, in every sense but physical, become a ghost, drifting between the phases of the day without a sense of time. He relies on his day-to-day life by moving on autopilot.

He doesn’t know what he did, he begs to know because he cannot go on another day like this. 

“Theodore Nott!”

His attention is called away when he hears a booming voice beside him followed by the bright light that showers over him as the curtain of his canopy is pulled open. Not a care if the man wasting away hours behind it will be mad at her. 

Pansy only knew one thing: she would not have her best friend lose every prospect in his life because of both of your lack of communication. She couldn’t give a damn if you will ever manage to resolve your issues. For now, Theo is her priority and he needs to stand up and study.

She had already managed to fix you up enough to have you up and functioning, although a mere ghost on legs. But that will do, now for this man who is at the grunt of your problems.

“Stand up and go to the library.” She pulls the blanket which barely covers him, and throws it someplace. “You are going to fail your NEWTS at this rate.”

“Who cares?” He drawls out. Turning to his side to cower beneath his pillows.

“Your future does.” Knowing that he will never stand at his own will, she gathers every bit of strength in her to pull him by his arms.

“Gods, Pans. Can you just bugger off and leave me alone?”

He tries to wave her off and turns to slide beneath the welcoming arms of his bed. But before his face plants onto the soft, strewn fabric, he is pushed and pushed until they are greeted by the long, grimy corridor outside their common room. His bag full of books was thrown out the door after him. With his lack of energy, all he can do is follow her demand.

Hoping that this will distract him.

Theo trudged towards the library, dragging his feet behind him. Maybe the tranquil ambiance could be a soothing balm for his aching heart. Make him finally focus on other things in his life, knowing that whatever reason you may have, you would never wish that he put his studies on hold.

Theo chose a table tucked away in a quiet corner, where he could fully immerse himself in his books and thoughts. The flickering candle lights atop the wooden tables, weathered by the countless students that passed through Hogwarts, had added a comforting touch to his isolation. Casting dancing shadows on the polished surfaces.

This worked for about an hour and a half until he realised he had forgotten his advanced Potions book in his other bag.

Surrounded by towering bookshelves, Theo began searching for a copy of the book he’s missing and some other texts that might be helpful for his NEWTS classes. As he reached a particular shelf that contained the very books he was looking for, he couldn’t help but overhear snippets of a conversation, the hushed tones barely above a whisper. 

“-Theodore?”

He decided to walk away, thinking the conversation private, when his attention was caught by the mention of his name. He wasn’t able to catch the question but he was intrigued.

With a furrowed brow, he furtively strained over the tiny slot in the shelf he pulled a book from to see two familiar faces opposite him, unaware of the person with wide eyes that locked in on one person. 

As if on instinct, he dwindles at the sight of you, like a cord being pulled out of its socket, his body going back on autopilot.

He almost slapped himself in the forehead for not recognizing your voice sooner, but he wonders. Why had you appeared so sullen and gaunt? Would it have to do with him since you mentioned him? He leans back on the shelves awaiting to hear more, wondering why you were supposedly that way when you have been acting like nothing had happened between the two of you. 

“We’re not together anymore, Luna.” You say in a dejected voice. Seeing it written on paper hurt, but nothing could compare to the anguish that invaded him at hearing it from you, feeling hopeless to the constant sharp pain on his chest that wrenched deeper into the wound.

“Is that why he’s been staying by the Ford Bog recently?” Luna unassumingly asks, curious. 

“What?”

“When I come by to feed the Thestrals, he is always there talking to them.” He hears Luna explain. He hadn’t known that Luna had been coming over to see them also. Now that he thinks about it, he remembers that, like him, she had also witnessed her mother’s death.

“Oh.” You must be thinking about what he confessed to you when you found him in a similar situation back in the fourth year.

“You miss him.” From the manner that Luna says it, it was less of a speculation and more of a fact. “I do.” You confess.

This makes him confused. His brows knit together as he tries his best to piece together the words that slipped from you in a way he understands. You had been the one to break off your relationship suddenly, without a word of explanation. But now you sit there, admitting you miss him after you ask him to keep his distance. He is tempted to turn the corner and ask you.

“But you constantly run away from him?” Luna asks for him instead. She follows it up with another question. “You broke up with him, right?”

There was a pregnant pause before he heard your voice again.

“Yes, I was afraid.”

“Of what?”

“I was scared that he would do it sooner or later and I didn’t want to experience the pain of hearing it from him first-hand. So then, I decided that I would do the job for him.” You explain. 

He is left stumbling back at the accusation, knowing within himself that it would be the last thing he would do in a million years. Ever, actually. What spurred this idea from you? He finds it incredibly insulting that you would think he would.

Luna asks why you think he’ll do that. 

You say after a moment’s pause, “He’s been hanging out with this new friend of his before the holidays, and at first I didn’t care because I trusted him. But she just-” Your breath hitches, “She began to be more flirty and provocative with him and he didn’t even blink an eye.” 

You take in a sharp breath. “I know he would never do it, and he probably didn’t even notice but I don’t know…” 

His subconscious blocked out any of what followed after that horrid confession. Memories came in sudden assaults on his brain and senses. He doesn’t like how uncertain you sounded: he doesn’t know why you would think twice of his actions. 

Truth be told, he did indeed notice the weird affectionate manner in Scarlet’s approach to him. Frankly, he didn’t care and settled to ignore her in order to avoid conflict as she was a friend of Mattheo. Putting her in the back of his mind and that would be the end of it.

He always knew that you had this fear that he would leave you for another, this is provoked more by his terrible past with women before you. But he never thought it would be a problem for your relationship as he constantly did his best to remind you that it was either you or nothing at all. 

Though he couldn’t exactly blame you, even now as he sinks into the cold stone ground, he was stupid to think that ignoring Scarlet would suffice.

Sitting on the cold, hard floors with his head in between his hands, digits tightly clutching his hair. He doesn’t hear Luna excusing herself from your session, leaving you to clean up to prepare to leave. Stuck in the confusing labyrinth that his mind wandered off to, he didn’t notice the gentle footsteps near him, trying to avoid the librarian’s wrath.

“Theo?”

Nothing.

“Hello?”

Still not a thing from him. You become concerned.

“Theodore? Are you alright?”

You find yourself forgetting the very promise that you had even asked Theo to uphold— to never approach you. But despite your stern resolve, the sight of Theo sitting in the library corner, his distress palpable, throws it all out. Instead, the nagging fear that if you're the source of his evident turmoil.

“Theo.” You crouch down in front of him, keeping your hands nestled to your lap.

He didn’t even lift his head— you weren’t sure if he was not acknowledging you or that he simply didn’t notice you. You waited several minutes for a response, the silence becoming thick with tension and you couldn’t stand it. Your feet are itching to run.

“I’m sorry.” He finally looks up to meet your eyes and your heart twinged in your chest at his bloodshot eyes, clear evidence that he was not in good condition. You’re confused as to why he’s being like this. 

But somewhat you knew. Your heart pounds relentlessly against your chest. You knew what he was going to say.

“What do you mean?” 

He shakes his head. Eyes plastered intently on the creaking floorboards. “Scarlet.”

When he speaks it into existence, you dislike the way you flinch, the familiar bitterness spreading throughout your body. Your heart drops into the pits of your stomach.

“I- I’m sorry.” Theo’s voice quivered, his words trembling on the precipice of his emotions. His eyes were becoming blurred by the veil of his tears, bearing a weight that seemed almost unbearable. “Fuck, I’m so so sorry, Y/N.”

The lump in your throat threatened to suffocate you, leaving you on the brink of despair unable to respond properly. 

“It’s my fault. I never know when something upsets you. I hardly know you better than how I’m supposed to.” He says it like he means it. Theo says it to himself more than he says it to you. 

The world slows down to an adagio, and you’re caught up in the emotion that washes over you at his condition. Theo is rarely dishevelled; he’s hardly all over the place. If anything, he has always been quite proper, the opposite of the man in front of you.

You say his name softly, your gut tightening at the heart-breaking sight in front of you. Hesitating to reach out and hold him close to you. So you reach out to wipe away the lone tear that slides down his face.

“Merlin…I should be the one saying sorry.” 

“What?” He finally pulls him together enough to reply to you coherently.

“It’s not you. You’re not the problem.” Your subconscious running at a millimetre per second to come up with the right words to amend his words. Finding this a bit harder than you expected. “I am so broken that my body is just encased in this eternal itch to run.”

“When I saw how you were so unconcerned about Scarlet’s obvious attempts, I panicked. I let that fear get the best of me, letting it poison my mind. I was afraid that one day you’d begin to reciprocate her attraction. Maybe you would have been happier with her. I was terrified of losing you, and when the holidays came, I grabbed the chance to cower back and let it consume me. I didn’t wanna hear you confirm that hellish thought.”

“What changed?” He croaks out. “Why are you telling me all this now?”

“A big part of it comes from my conversations with Mum. I kind of forgot that she never really sides with me when it comes to my irrational decisions and she’s always been the one to make me realise it.” You feel the urge to laugh at the thought, but you restrain yourself. 

“And by heaven’s will, I want you to be happy but the need to be your happiness far outweighs that.”

But he does nothing but remain seated silently, nothing in him revealing that he plans to move. And you are terrified, for once you had no idea what was going on inside his head but you know that you had to let him think on his own. To stop assuming and making decisions off of it.

“You, you are a great deal of a headache to me. I have spent days questioning myself; was I so horrible that I couldn't even be granted the decency to be broken up to my face." cried Theo. 

“No you weren’t, Theo. I promise you.”

“I know I’m not. Yet, you still made me feel like it. I was happy with you, you were my lone happiness. I think it’ll be awhile before I forget this, despite what you confess.” He says, his voice choking up now and then, in spite of manful efforts to keep it steady.

“Is that true, Theo?”

“But as upset and tired I am, I still love you.” He acquiesced. “It’s laughingly pathetic how I am still entirely yours.”

He stopped short, his hands that rested on his lap emerging to take yours in its grasp. Their grip is a perfect balance of a strong hold and a gentleness.

“And I love you too, I don’t think I ever stopped. I promise you that I’ll work on myself, make things right between us again, because I don’t think I can go on for another day like this.” You said, sworn with a conviction so strong.

He shook his head and to that you feel the disgusting worm that whispers to you appear, “No. We’re gonna do it together, alright?” But it’s crushed under his pretty foot.

“I promised you then that I wouldn’t leave you to face whatever problems you have on your own. When I confessed to you ’I love you’, it meant that I would continuously be by your side to help you with your troubles. Our troubles.” He reminds you. “We’ll fix this together from now on…nobody is doing things solo.”

He tugs on your arms, telling you wordlessly to sit beside him. When you do, by habit and longing, your head moves to rest on the juncture of his neck inhaling the scent you missed most.

Nothing felt better than to have the urge to have your head resting on him be satisfied, he wanted nothing more than to feel something as mundane as this.

As he leaned his head on her temple, you felt giddy, feeling yourself turn tomato red at the action. It was a happy time, in spite of the things that remained to be talked about, so happy that you couldn’t dare to disturb it with anything.

“Y/N…” He breaks the silence.

You hum. 

“Did you ever dream about me?” 

“I thought about you.”

Only a soft squeeze to your hand serves as a reply.

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[astrologylunadream]

How they will become obsessed with you 💋🧲🖤 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

Hey it's Lunadream!♡ We're gonna dive into a reading on how they will become obsessed with you and why~💭 hope you find your message♥️

(This one gets a little spicy🔥 just slightly darker themes included)

Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)

Now, shall we begin~? ^w^ Think of your person, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~🧲🖤

Pile 1🌹

Pile 2 ☂️

Pile 3 🌑

Pile 4 😈

Pile 5 🦋

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> 🖤

Pile 1🌹

Sign energy: Venus, Final, Singer, Nostalgia, Weapon, Fire, Water, Saturn, Sun, Gemini, 🦄😢🧜‍♀️🟧

👤Your person's energy: This could be a feminine person (even if male). They have many charms, might be very social or in a certain time of their life where they have a lot of contacts kind of thing. They are sentimental but also fun, and they may very well be into music or singing. They could he a musician or want to do those things, or they may really want to write you love songs. >w< They are very unique and they may have this siren energy about them, alluring and somewhat dangerous beauty. Like one shared glance and it's all over you're head over heels for them haha. For some of you this is someone you talk with a lot, they might love orange or maybe you love orange. They are very emotional but also passionate aswell, they probably cry when no ones around. They are very loving and expressive, I didn't receive direct leo energy but I feel like it's there lol

💋How they become obsessed with you: Vent, Gossip, Options, Us, Chest, Cancer, Earth, 2nd house, Fire, 5th house, 🧎‍♂️☁️🤨💡 So it's highly likely for them to be obsessed with you from what they've heard about you, their friends or people around them might start mentioning you all the time, your person loves it when others tell them things about you because it'll be like their own personal news subscription to you lol.😆 Another thing I feel like if you have many romantic interests or you have a lot of suitors, this person will be breaking their back to impress you LOL. Also I feel like for some of you this person has many options themselves but they will really start to realize how much they need you and you only. If you show your emotional side or listen to their problems when they need it the most, they will really hold onto that. Your sympathy for them will have them hooked for sure, because they go through so many people and no one really gets them like you do. They can get really obsessed with your problems as well and might worry about things you are omg🥺 They can easily become obsessed with the idea of you two in a relationship, they might fantasize about what it's like. They are highly addicted to your emotional support and may always seek for your touch to feel safe and calm. An obsession with your chest is very likely, or that area may be extremely attractive to them. They love your creativity and hobbies, they will be over the moon for things you create. It can be anything you make or do yourself that really gets them interested. I'm definitely seeing that they will be on their knees for you for real omg you give them ideas good ones and bad ones💗😈 but overall they will really become obsessed with how sweet and caring you are because you really are great to talk to for them.

💌Messages from your person: Keep going, There's no point in trying, it's you, I see you, What's up with you? You make me blush, Somehow I can tell, I want to spend time with you. (Aww) Extra cards: Warm, Forgiveness, Holding hands, Bottom, Dominant, Pluto, Water, 10th house, Lilith, 9th house, (Wtf🥵 they're already obsessed with you..)

I hope you enjoyed your reading <3 If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the rose emoji🌹~ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💞

Pile 2 ☂️

Sign energy: Prediction, Remedy, Humor, Surface, Chest, Aries, Fire, 11th house, 3rd house, Vertex, 🥱💤🤕💌

👤Your person's energy: This person is really cute omg... they have such a light energy about them. I feel this very delicate vibe, are you guys like dating or something?? It feels so soft. This person is a healer for sure, they really care for those close to them. This could be someone you really want to be with in the future, they may also be an online friend or you may talk a lot online, they are like a rainbow after the rain. They are funny and have a good sense of humor, but deep down they are very melancholy. They themselves might need some healing or they wish to heal you, they may have aries energy or maybe they act fun and adventurous on the outside but on the inside they're so soft.☁️ This person might believe in Destiny and fated relationships, they can be an astrologer or into divination. They are into manifestation and good vibes, for some of you your person doesn't get much sleep or maybe naps a lot. They could be very soft spoken or their words just feel angelic!!👼 One or both of you might be pluviophile which means you love the rain.🌧

💋How they become obsessed with you: Karma, Favor, Twin flame, Body, Change, Saturn, Leo, Neptune, 11th house, 3rd house, 🧨💔🥊😚 Ohhh this person is going to LOVE when you show off, they will secretly become fixated on you. They will stalk your social media and they can't resist if you send them flirty selfies lol!😂 This person is seemingly shy but if you give them the signs they need they will be chasing after you ;> Your person will become obsessed with your body ngl it's just gonna happen, they find you extremely attractive too. They believe in soulmates and twin flames all, they will become obsessed with the idea of you being their soulmate, this relationship being fated or devine encounter yeah they really love that stuff. They love when you try different looks and can get easily hooked and each one of them😍 When you do any sort of favors for them, they really feel charmed by that!! When you care for them and give them something to fantasize about. They might become really obsessed with your shoulders/chest or simply the size of your heart (aww🥰) Your hair might be another thing they can't get enough of. Like they really wish they could brush their fingers through your beautiful hair for real~♡ Oh another thing is for some of you this person really likes when you make the first move, and they may also really fantasize about domination or dominating you omg😫⁉️ This person may have masochistic tendencies or they may not be able to resist you if you're that way, they really like fantasizing about like a kabedon or cornering you yeah they really obsess over making moves on you but they're also shy.

💌Messages from your person: I didn't used to feel this way, Don't touch me, Why am I so addicted to you? What did I do? What's the point? You make me nervous, I worry what people will think of us, You make it look easy, (They are freaking out over you😝) Extra cards: Weapon, Shadow, Forever, Art, Pet, Venus, Virgo, 11th house, 5th house, Uranus

I hope you enjoyed your reading!!🖤 If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the umbrella emoji☂️! Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading🥰

Pile 3🌑

Sign energy: Work place, Beach, Moment, Demeanor, My love, Virgo, Pisces, 8th house, Water, Capricorn, 🏚🐏🤩🏠

👤Your person's energy: This is a very giving person, they have a huge drive for success aswell. This person has a very cool vibe to them, I bet you really wanna stare at them when they're not looking.🙈 This person may make you very emotional or maybe they have many emotions themselves. This is someone very comforting and you might have known them from childhood or for a long time, this is someone you are very familiar with. They make you feel at home when you see them, they have a soft spot for you even if they seem strict or less forward with you. This could be a situation ship like what is going on?? You two have a lot happening right now, many romantic moments are brewing.☺ It is possible this is a coworker or someone you see on a daily basis or simply think of them often, hence the familiarity. Lol why do I kind of feel like you fantasize about just kissing them on a desk or something like that, like you're really into them secretly😩💞 They are your one true love, and you fantasize about what it will be like having a happy home and family with them... but you might not realize they do this too!🤭 They really want to commit to something deeply and work together with someone.💍

💋How they become obsessed with you: Flower, 2nd house, Kabedon, Girlie, Couple, North node, Leo, Taurus, Scorpio, Chiron, 🟧🎮☁️📵 Okay so they really want you to take them seriously like tell them yes you're the one I want omg😭 They are the type to be really possessive when they're obsessed. They really want your full attention and if you give it to them they will be so obsessed alright??❤ They want to know if this is going to be forever so you have to be direct about it!! If you know what it is you truly want, they will find that very attractive. They would be hooked if you gave them flowers, they would appreciate when you give them things they like. If you take things slow but don't just string them along they will be so into you, like they won't take their eyes off you for real😰 They're like "give me your phone, turn it off and look at me" kind of vibes AHH anyways they may be obsessed with calling you "girlie" or being called that themselves (depending on their gender). They will be hella obsessed with your voice and neck. If you two are a couple or if the relationship turns into a commitment they will be ALL in. They will he all over you if you're a couple, they will really wanna kabedon you and sweet romantic stuff like that. They will try harder for you, and they will want to buy you off with gifts and things you like. Your person will be obsessed with the intimacy between you two, like they want a very deep bond with you that's full of trust and honesty but also secrets shared with just the two of you. They might really like how you look in orange so that could be something that makes them obsessed with how you look in orange lol.🧡

💌Messages from your crush: Care to explain? They're jealous of you, You deserve it, Things aren't going well, Why would I want to? Do you believe in soulmates? You're my problem, Love is a two way thing, Extra cards: 6th house, Ankles, Limerence, Confession, Even, Mercury, 8th house, Scorpio, Chiron, Libra (They really want to hear how you feel, they are so obsessed and want to tell you🥺)

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Pile 4😈

Sign energy: To the grave, Commitment, Role, Heart, Responsibility, Eros, Moon, 1st house, 12th house, Sagittarius, 🚫🌪😢🤔

👤Your person's energy: This is a very hot person haha you and them both lmao. They are very emotional and mature, they also have a hard time breaking away from things and people. They put a lot of energy into what they care about. This person is extremely loyal and they play a huge role in your life, this is a deep bond you guys have like really deep🥴 You guys show so much passion and wild emotions when you're together, it's like you're transported to another dimension when they look at you haha... this could be an ex or someone you feel you shouldn't be with. They still have your heart, and the feelings are all over the place tbh🤯 One day you're like "Ugh not them" and then next thing you know you're like "Why are they so hot suddenly??😳" They make your heart race and you have many mixed feelings about eachother, there's a lot of tension between you and mystery. You feel like you don't know anything about eachother yet you know the most hidden sides of them omg. This person has a very dreamy and maybe for some of you a rounder face, they have such beautiful eyes. You may dream of them often but those dreams get so wild and crazy like they mess with your emotions omg, you always wake up like "WTF was that dream??" after you dream of them.😳 Just know you turn this person on for real and they have wild fantasies about you.🔥

💋How they become obsessed with you: Routine, Sidelines, Far away, Dragon, Doctor, 8th house, South node, Aries, Mercury, Libra, 🔮🤷‍♂️👍😩 Okay so this person will be really into the darker side of you, aspects about yourself that you hide and fear others will dislike you for. They want to make you feel empowered and good about yourself. I can see that as this connection grows and continues, over time the passion will just grow. You will feel this pull to eachother, they may become even more involved in you if you guys are in a no contact situation. The less you guys talk the more they become obsessed with you lol, they can't stand not knowing what you're up to🔭👀🖤 They desire how direct you are, or when you show that more forward passionate or even aggressive side to you. They may be obsessed with the history you guys may have, or the old you. They can get really caught up with the old you. If some of you guys have been intimate they definitely can't forget it lol it haunts them every night they miss your touch.💋 They can become obsessed with your mind or the way you think, or how you talk to them. They really want to see you unleash your inner self, your raw most uncontained self. This person fantasizes about you when if aren't with them, They want to get you alone and they will be addicted to your love. Another thing I see is that they really find your spirituality attractive, like it's such a turn on for them lol they will really like your secrecy and obsession with them aswell.🤫♨️🔍 They will also love your feminine energy (even if you're male), they can be obsessed with your beauty or feminine qualities also your lower body is an area for them👀🙊🥴 This could have been an old obsession that they tried to stop, their feelings for you could have been problematic so they tried to end them. But these feelings won't fade for you, once they're hooked they can't stop.💀🖤

💌Messages from your crush: I love you to death, I hope you feel better, That's good, You seem so happy, It's worse than it looks, As if, no one loves you like I do, Be honest, Extra cards: Heartbreak, Favor, Vent, Lick, Amusement, 11th house, Virgo, 4th house, Sagittarius, 9th house (Oh my😧)

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Pile 5 🦋

Sign energy: Trouble, Pain, Secret admirer, Moan, May, Uranus, 5th house, 11th house, Aries, Fire, 😇😓🛏⛓

👤Your person's energy: Oh I'm getting very naughty energy lol this one might get crazy😆 Your person could be born in May or that month could be significant to you taurus/cancer season. This person is a secret admirer of you for sure this could be mirrored too, someone in this connection could be upset or in distress like their emotions are taking them over. This is someone really kinky and they may have a strange mind, they come up with some crazy stuff ngl, this person might not be the most innocect despite the butterfly image displayed. I feel like your person is trying to change their perspective and shift their ambitions, they are creative but they really like having crazy fun especially when you two are alone.🥴🙈♡ They are a unique person and they have great ideas, they can have a very fast mind aswell. There's an aggresive side to them that comes out to play aswell😰You might have friendzoned this person so they like have a super hugely secret obsession with you. They could be someone who is involved with the internet or I'm kinda getting they really like ai. Lol don't be surprised if they ask chatbots for advice all the time haha for some of you I think you met them online but only for some.

💋How they become obsessed with you: Libra, Siblings, Rose colored lenses, Nice, Role, Chiron, Uranus, Lilith, 1st house, 8th house, 👼🦋📸♎ Okay so libra vibes are coming through some of you are definitely a libra or display those qualities and your person likes that energy, soft feminine and fair (can be any gender) I feel like most of you are more innocent. Overall they can become obsessed with your kindness towards others and also you might have siblings or best friends and your person notices how you treat them and they melt🤒💞 So sweet you guys this person loves how dreamy and angelic you are and there's something about you that makes them feel understood. Honestly for some of you this person can get really obsessed with your innocence too like they kind of want to.. let's just say they like how naive you are😈😅 They want to be your first for everything and show you new ideas and strange experiences. They can be obsessed with your physical appearance as well as sensually. This person may fantasize about chains or restraining you😳 They want to take photos of you and keep them forever, this person is most likely already obsessed with you😂 What makes them obsessed with you is your delicate nature and they want to protect you from everything just so they can have you for themselves.🕷🕸 They want to be the only one who can touch you, also they are obsessed with the idea of changing you. They will want to show you experiences that you have never known, ngl they want to be the only one to take away your innocence too💀 The more you go along with them the more they want you, they will be addicted to the way you grow with them. As you both go through everything together and share wonderful experiences, your person won't ever let go.

💌Messages from your person: I'm scared of rejection, What's the point? You really think someone would choose you? You're my problem, You're so talented, You're doing good, It feels so good, I'm fine with it, Extra cards: Sense, Heat, Pleasure, Drive, Mine, Sagittarius, 11th house, Capricorn, Moon, Gemini (Yikes😬🥵)

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[bomertheshark]

Scenting

A Clark Kent x top male reader

Short

You worked as a contract assistant for hero’s . Anytime a hero needed anything to be taken care of when they were visiting from out of town or if they just needed an assistant during their personal life while they were out fighting crime. To get into this job you had to have a certain commitment since the pros would divulge personal information about their true lives, which was no laughing matter if you were just going to sell them out.

All of this to say that your newest client was the elusive Superman also now known to you as Clark Kent a writer for the Daily Planet. With good recommendations from your boss and previous clients he decided to hire him as his assistant for around 8 months. He didn’t really want to commit to the full year but it was better than nothing. You waited on him hand and foot for anything he could need. If he needed groceries, needed a tableau submitted, for his clothes to laundered, even to contact other pros for assistance and such. In order for you to be close to him you rented an apartment near him without being so close that it was suspicious. You learned a lot about him at the 6 month mark, He loved being a reporter but hated the people he worked with, a lot of women actually liked him but the most persistent so far was a woman named Lois Lang. no matter how hard he tried to get her off his back she wouldn’t let go. It got so bad that she had started to slightly stalk him to the point where she became suspicious of you and Clark’s relationship. She actually tried to confront you about it saying things like “You should stay away from Clark he isn’t gay like you.” And “Even if he was gay I could turn him since he would never consider you.” None of it bothered you per say since you were comfortable with your sexuality and knowing the rules of your contract even if you liked him you couldn’t be together since he wanted clear boundaries after working with you for 4 months. But you were concerned for Clark just in case you were seen with him as Superman as well and some villain pieced it together, to pull the suspicion away from you both you and your boss decided it would be better if you started meeting a coworker and making it look like you were in a relationship.

Everything was going fine for the next few months even though Clark had become a bit weird around you. He stopped asking for things sometimes or he started asking for a lot from you. You were starting to get slightly suspicious when it all came to a head when he came to you wanting to break the contract. You were slightly alarmed at first but understood that since he didn’t even want to commit to the full year he must not have needed you anymore, no fuss no muss you signed the break and alerted your boss that the contract was no longer in place and that you would be moving back to your previous residence.

Thought something weird had happened the night you were to move out of the apartment, Clark had been watching you closely but not offering to help which was strange since he normally was really nice and made conversation before insisting on helping you move something around. You made a point not to point it out but it still struck you as strange. Once you finally moved back into your place you visited your coworker to tell thank them for pretending to be their partner so that it wouldn’t out your client. Obviously he had no quips about it and sent you on your way with some leftovers after you two had dinner together.

Time passed and you were just going into your room to take your before bed shower. You were startled to see your old client Clark Kent standing near the doorway to the balcony. “Oh God! What are you doing here Mr. Kent?” You said calming your beating heart. “Oh, well I’m not sure I think I just wanted to see you… I’m not sure.” He responded looking fidgety.

You weren’t really sure when he made his was over to you but he was now holding on to you as he was smelling your neck, not aggressively just almost soaking it in before you pulled away, something was obviously the matter. He almost looked like a dog with its hackles raised a look of someone had touched something that was his. “You went to go see them again?” He said in a low tone. You confused responded by asking him what he meant. “That man, I can smell him on you. Did you go to see him again?” He said almost like he was accusing you of lying. “Oh! You mean my coworker! Yeah I went to have dinner with him and talk.” He was not satisfied by this answer as he shoved you onto the bed. “You had dinner with him?! Why would you have dinner with him?” At this point you were really confused, concerned and a tad agitated, your client who broke off the contract found your residence and is now throwing you around while asking really weird questions, fed up with this you full on asked him what he meant by that, why he was in your bedroom and why he just decided to throw you onto the bed. He didn’t answer anything just standing there staring at you.

You changed your position to be sitting on the edge of the bed hands behind you holding you up with your legs spread and leaning a bit back to get a full look of his face. Once this change happened Clark seemed to have some sort of realization before apologizing to you and getting on his knees. “Clark are you okay? Do you need me to call someone for you or something?” This broke him out of his trance and now he was in between your legs staring up at you. Startled you instinctively grabbed him by the hair tilting his head back. He whined from this, he fucking whined. At this point you start to realize what all of this has been, it all made sense now. He was jealous of the fact that you were “seeing” someone else, broke the contract at the realization that he liked you because he wanted to get closer and the night your contract was officially terminated he came to see you hoping to be with you but smelt the very man he was jealous of and thought you were dating.

Once you brought this up to him he confessed and cried to you a little about how he wanted to be with you and wanted you to like him back. This also made you realize that you totally forgot to tell him why you were “dating” this guy and that it was all fake in the first place.

You also realized that your boss totally knew this and probably didn’t tell you to because she knew that the hero liked you in that way.

All of this now led to now where he’s all over you, naked just covering you in his sent while enjoying the feeling of being full from your cock. Everything was exactly as he wanted it.

You’ll thank your boss later for this but for now you have to take care of the hero who was drunk off your scent.

Sorry this one took so long! I really liked just writing more about the time together than the smut.

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[justnnyx]

Oh.

A moment of realization.

[ kuroo tetsurou x reader. ]

The two of you had always been touchy. It was something you never really thought about, even as you've grown up and started being aware of your peers.

It was only after your high school friend had asked, "Aren't the two of you going out?" that you had started minding the times Tetsurou touched you.

And even then, you hadn't thought of your skinship that much. Just little thoughts of "Oh, he really likes pinching my cheeks," and "Why does he keep messing with my hair?" that kept popping up in your head here and there.

Those thoughts, however, evolved over time. From "He's really touchy," to "Annoying," to "Why is my heart thumping?" to "Does he like me?" until you --

Oh.

You found yourself falling for him.

You kept it to yourself. You didn't want to get ahead of yourself, even if the people around you kept saying that he definitely liked you.

It was a good thing you did.

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You downed shot after shot while your friends cheer you on. You exams just ended, and you were celebrating the end of a stressful season... before you all inevitably get swamped with work again.

As you got drunker and drunker, you reflected on your relationship with Tetsurou. Why you started thinking about it, you had no clue.

Now that you think about it, the two of you had a strange relationship. Everyone always said there was "something" between you.

That "something" that people kept whispering about Tetsu and you during high school. That "something" that everyone keeps going on and on about.

A certain someone's hyena laughter reached your ears. You look up and see Tetsu and a freshman. Oh.

That "something"... that's what's going on between those two.

Ah... your head hurts. You should lay down your head for a while. So you did.

Through your bleary eyes, you see the freshman make eye contact with you. She pointed at you, and Tetsu looked back.

He hurried over to your group, and you feel yourself get pulled as he took your arm and wrapped it around the back of his neck.

"I'll take ... home ... Bye." You couldn't quite hear what he said, but you guess he's taking you home. What a gentleman. But wouldn't he be leaving the freshman alone? You crane your neck to look around and find her, but you quickly give up when moving your head made you feel dizzy.

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It was a silent walk back to your house. Probably because you were too drunk to say anything and he can't really tease you when you're in this situation. But it was most likely because you've been avoiding him ever since you found out about your feelings, and the two of you have started drifting apart.

So awkward... it's so awkward, you couldn't bear it. You just had to say something.

"So," you blurted out. "You and that freshman, huh?"

No. What are you saying?

"You two looked cute together."

Stop. You're drunk. Stop it.

"Maybe you'll finally graduate from being a virgin." You laugh.

He stopped walking. You were walking behind him, so you couldn't see his face. Was he angry?

"Oh, um, sorry. I didn't mean to go that far. Are you angry?" When he still didn't respond, you apologized again. "Sorry."

"That's not it."

"Hm?"

"That's not it." He sighed. "The two of us are just friends. She likes someone else. And I..."

He turned to you, and you feel yourself sober up. Like the world needed you to remember his next few words.

"...I like someone else, too."

Oh.

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[galactic-magick]

hey! can you please write something with peter quill when the guardians needs informations from a guy and his girlfriend starts flirting with him. at the end she got what she wanted but also a jealous/angry boyfriend

Starlord Charm: Peter Quill x Reader

Summary: Peter always flirts with people in front of you on missions, so you decide it’s your turn.

Words: 0.8k+

Warnings: some language

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You’ve lost count of how many missions you’ve had to witness your boyfriend’s “Starlord Charm” on people other than yourself. Flirting with people is one of his favorite tactics for getting information, and it works maybe about half the time (although he likes to insist that it works more than that). Usually you don’t mind at all, especially because you know that under the act he puts on he only has eyes for you, but lately it’s been getting particularly annoying.

He’s gotten a lot more intense and elaborate with his flirting, and it usually happens after you’ve gotten into an argument. It’s his way of messing with you and getting back at you. Sure, you could be the bigger, more mature person and just talk to him about how it makes you feel, but you’d rather have fun with it.

The next time you’re on a mission with the Guardians, you’re tracking down some dangerous weapons and trying to figure out who’s manufacturing and selling them. You really don’t have a lot to go on so far, so currently you’re looking through the archives in the largest library in the galaxy. You’ve all been at it for hours, and you haven’t found so much as a single clue or lead. Whoever it is you’re looking for, they basically don’t exist.

You stay long after dark, and eventually the librarians have to kick you out. You’re all feeling defeated and exasperated, trudging back to the ship in the city lights.

That is, until a certain symbol catches your eye.

You see the same symbol you saw on one of the weapons on the window of a store down the street, and the last employee seems to me walking out right now.

“Come with me, guys,” you say softly, running towards the man.

He watches you as you approach him, understandably on guard.

“Hey!” you wave, trying to be friendly and not scare him away. “Could you help us with something?”

“I guess so?” his eyes dart around the whole group. “I was about to go home actually-”

“Great, thank you,” you beam at him, completely disregarding the last part of what he said. “That symbol on the window, what does it mean?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I just work the closing shift, I don’t really ask questions,”

You sigh, a bit annoyed that you ran into yet another dead end. But maybe, just maybe, he just needs a little persuading.

This is your time to have a little fun.

You look Peter dead straight in the eyes, and then back at the man.

“Hey,” you get the worker’s attention again. “I’m sure you’re tired, handsome, but I could really use the information,”

Both his and Peter’s eyebrows raise at your words.

“Well, I mean, I think my boss has a deal with some company that uses that symbol,” he says. “That’s all I know, though,”

“Oh, you’re the best,” you laugh, briefly touching his arm. “Do you think we could take a look around inside to find out more?”

“I really shouldn’t let you do that-”

“Don’t you want to help us, honey? It’s important,”

“I-” his face changes color from your deep, doe-eyed stare. “I can’t let you in after hours because I’d get in huge trouble, but I can give you my boss’s information. That way you can contact the people who know about it directly,”

He transfers the data to your device instantaneously, as well as his own contact information.

“Oh, thank you!” you peck his cheek and wink at him as he walks away, “Have a good night!”

Peter’s face is still scrunched up long after you part ways with the man, and he finally breaks his silence once you all reach the ship.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I was just getting information, Peter. And I got it, didn’t I?”

“Not like that, you’re not!”

“Oh, so when you flirt with people in front of me it’s fine, but when I do it it’s a problem? That was nothing compared to what you do!”

“My charm is just part of who I am, okay? What do you want me to do, turn it off?”

“Only if you’re going to throw a fit about me turning mine on!”

He sits down with a thump, still glaring at you.

“Does it-” his face softens a bit. “Does it really bother you that much when I flirt with people on missions?”

“A little bit, yeah,” you admit. “Especially because it seems like you do it to make me mad. That’s why I wanted to make you mad back,”

“Well, it worked,” he chuckles. “Although I’m not as cute as you when I’m mad,”

“Wow,” you punch him playfully.

“C’mere,” he pulls you closer, and you sit on his lap. “If it really bothers you, I’ll tone it down, I promise. I’ll find some other way to get back at you when I’m mad at you,”

“Oh really, you’d do that for me?” you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes at his antics.

“I’m serious. I love you too much to let something like this cause problems,” he kisses the side of your head. “Besides, you’re my favorite person to flirt with,”

You smirk, succumbing to his enticements, “I better be.”

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[frvnkcastles]

WANT YOU SO BAD ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You’re Matt’s best friend and you don’t much care for how Frank treats him — but you do end up caring for the man himself.

Warnings: Language, mentions of wounds, mutual pining

Word count: 1.8k

Author’s note: Ohmygod this request is literally 8 months old, I feel so bad it took me so long but here it finally is. Anon, if you see this, I hope you enjoy it, I’m thinking of you today <3

It was no easy feat being best friends with a vigilante — as much had been proven to you ever since you had bonded with Matt Murdock. You were constantly worried about him and for someone who had no prior experience, you sure found yourself doing a lot of stitching and nursing. Sometimes you wondered what it would be like to only know the lawyer side of him, but since he had saved your life as Daredevil and you had pieced his identity together all on your own, there was no changing the facts of your friendship. And those were 1) you were scared he was gonna get himself killed one day, and 2) you were going to do all you could to protect him, just like he protected you.

So, when a certain second vigilante made his debut in your city and Matt found himself in trouble yet again, you made the big bad Punisher someone you kept your eye on — for Matt’s sake, of course.

You weren’t in their little group, so you didn’t cross paths with him too quickly, and you doubted Matt would have introduced you to him. But as fate would have it, you and Frank frequented the same diner near your apartment, and on a Saturday night just like any other, you found the man sipping coffee in the corner booth of your favorite place to get French fries.

You placed your order and then, defiantly as ever, strutted your way to Frank and sat down across from him with a stern stare etched onto your face. His own expression spoke in volumes — who the Hell were you to invade his personal space and alone time? Still, he didn’t say anything, only stared back at you, trying to figure out why you looked so familiar. Had he killed someone close to you?

”You don’t know me, but I know you”, you started, inhaling and exhaling heavily to keep your anger at bay. ”You shot my best friend in the head, you asshole”, you seethed, keeping your voice quiet to avoid other patrons overhearing you, but it was still obvious you were pissed at him.

At that, Frank chuckled. ”You’re Red’s friend”, he put two and two together, and as he reached for his coffee mug again, you snatched it away from him, evoking a frustrated glare from him.

”Damn right I am. He’s just trying to protect the people in this city. He did nothing to deserve your… your shitstorm”, you ranted, pointing a blaming finger right at his chest. He lowered his eyes to your hand, but eventually looked right back up at you, leaning in to close the distance and whisper his counter-argument over the table.

”Yeah? Tell your friend he’s a fuckin’ coward. The criminals in this city… they don’t deserve a second chance. He ain’t makin’ any difference. I put a stop to ’em”, he growled, his eyes a bottomless pit as you made contact with them, and something about the sincere fury in them made you swallow. You were angry, but so was he, that much was obvious.

Before you could say anything more, the lady working at the diner brought your bag of food over to you, and gave you a reason to leave Frank alone. As you got up, you clenched your jaw and gave him one last look.

”I’ve got my eye on you”, you warned him, and as you walked away, Frank couldn’t help but chuckle. You were a force, and as much as he tried to resist, he felt drawn to that.

The next time you and Frank were in the same orbit, you were having a night out with your two best friends. It wasn’t the classiest bar, and maybe that was why it had attracted lowlifes to its pool table, but the drinks they served were cheap and the music they played good enough to dance to — that was why you were there, and that was exactly what you told him when he found you by the counter.

”This place ain’t safe”, he spoke quietly by your ear, trying to warn you, but you were feeling stubborn and a little drunk, so his attempt to get you out didn’t go too well.

”Screw you, who are you to tell me I can’t enjoy a night out?” you spat at him, loud enough for the gang members by the pool table to turn their attention to you. You were nobody to them, but Frank? He was far too easily recognized, and before you realized it, a full-blown gunfight had broken out.

Frank hauled you over the bar counter and you crouched onto the floor to shield yourself from the gunfire. Screams filled the night as people ran out of the bar, but Frank ran towards the danger, reminding you all too much of Matt. But when you peeked over the counter, you saw him in all his glory, and in that moment, he wasn’t like your best friend at all. Whereas Matt was graceful and precise in his movements, Frank was brute power, using his fists when guns didn’t do the trick. Blood coated his knuckles and he didn’t stop even when the men were down — only when they lay dead and he could catch his breath over their bodies.

You stood up and stared at him in some kind of wonder and amazement, but the words that tumbled out of your mouth were far from appreciative. ”Way to ruin girls’ night”, you scoffed, and rolling his eyes, Frank looked you over to make sure you were okay.

”They get you?” he rasped, and shaking your head, you smoothed your hands over your dress.

”I’m good.”

Nodding, Frank wiped his hands against his jeans and then offered one to you. ”Aight. I’m walkin’ you home. Don’t even try and protest, sweetheart.”

Reluctantly, you took his hand. ”I’m not your sweetheart”, you muttered under your breath, but he heard it, anyway, and it made him crack half a smile.

For such a big city, your circles seemed to be quite small. You ran into each other almost habitually after that, and without fail you managed to lecture him about treating Matt better and he argued back. But in between those little spats, you had both developed a liking to seeing each other, even if neither of you would admit it. Still, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, and you were doing a hell of a job distracting him from his mission, just by being you.

Undoubtedly, you had gotten under his skin, because not much time had gone by when he was actually working with Matt, not against him. Of course, you only learned about this when the two men appeared at your doorstep in the middle of the night.

You opened the door only to find Matt struggling to support Frank’s weight on him, a pool of blood soaking through the latter’s shirt. ”What the fuck?” you breathed out, stepping aside to let them in, and Matt didn’t waste any time in getting Frank to your couch.

”He took a knife for me”, Matt explained vaguely before turning to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. ”I need to go back out and make sure they didn’t follow us here. Can you handle him?” he asked you with genuine concern behind his words, but you didn’t hesitate.

”Yeah, I got this. Go, get out of here”, you urged him, and with that, he fled the apartment and left you alone with a groaning Frank. You glanced at him before heading for the bathroom where you quickly grabbed your first-aid kit and then stepped back into the living room where you crouched in front of him.

”I can do it myself”, Frank tried, but you slapped his hand away and gave him a glare.

”I got it. Take your shirt off”, you commanded, and for a second, Frank simply looked at you, but eventually caved in. With a huff, he struggled to get his shirt off but soon enough it was tossed onto the floor and you could get a good look at the gash on his abdomen. ”Okay. Definitely needs stitches but you’ll live”, you assessed the situation before taking out the disinfectant and getting to work.

You were both silent for a moment, with you focusing on Frank and Frank looking around the apartment, taking in all the details. It was so you. You had turned the place into a home, something he hadn’t been in for a long time, and against his better judgment, he relaxed. With you, he felt safe, like he could breathe again.

”So, you were protecting him, huh?” you asked finally, not looking up from the wound but the teasing tone in your voice was obvious.

Frank snorted. ”It ain’t that deep. You look after the people on your team, ’s all. I wasn’t gonna be outnumbered like that”, he explained it away, and now, it was your turn to chuckle.

”You sure you didn’t get attached? Maybe it started out as a rivalry, but then you realized he wasn’t so bad, after all. In fact, he’s kind of nice. Just what you needed. And now you can’t imagine being without him”, you theorized, right as you completed the final stitch.

”We still talkin’ about Red?” Frank asked in that deep voice of his, and your heart skipped a beat. You looked up at him, your eyes locked on each other, and suddenly you were painfully aware of his shirtless state. It was truly a sight to behold — he was sculpted like an artist’s handiwork, and now, with your neatly applied stitches on him, maybe he was.

”I’m done now”, you evaded the question while reaching for his shirt and handing it back over to him. Frank shrugged it back on, and you made a move to get up from the floor, but he stopped you with a gentle hand on your wrist.

”I did get attached”, he admitted quietly, avoiding your eyes for a beat before looking right into your soul and tilting his head at you. You were situated right between his knees, resting on top of your own, and it gave him the perfect angle to lean down and seal the distance between your lips. His landed on yours like a magnet was pulling them together, soft and sweet, not at all as rough or intimidating as he was. With you, he was gentle and tender, and your heart fluttered when he pulled away.

”Red’s gonna be so mad”, he whispered, and you couldn’t help but giggle, both of you chuckling before he kissed you again, a little more determined and heavy this time. Your eyes closed and you brought both hands to his face, cradling him and holding him close to you, all the while you breathed each other in.

”I guess he’s just gonna have to deal with it.”

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader

[mrs-weasley-reid]

Unnecessary

(Spencer Reid x fem!reader)

Summary: In which BAU fem!reader silently suffers an unnecessary heartbreak over Spencer Reid’s “crush” on Agent Seaver.

WARNING: little angst, a nice fluff at the end <3

"Oh my god! You do think she's pretty!" Penelope squealed on what surprisingly seemed to be both a whisper and a shout as she walked alongside Spencer.

"I didn't say that. In fact, I didn't say anything." Spencer defended, clutching the strap of his messenger bag as he held himself back from glancing at your direction. He fought the redness to flow on his cheeks, averting his eyes at every possible object except Penelope's. 

Derek immediately turned to you with a pitiful gaze. You gave him a tight-lipped smile, shrugging his concerns off. You never meant for him to find out. Emily and Derek were very different from each other and there were a good amount of people between them in your contacts, but it never stopped you from sending him your confession, thinking that you had sent it to Emily as you fell into a weightless slumber.

Nothing could describe your feeling when you found out the next morning, reading his reply:

—well, that's an interesting way to finally start a conversation that's not about work.

The sun and moon were dragged down to earth when you begged him to keep his flirty little mouth shut or you wouldn't hesitate to take him as your first deranged kill.

"You like her!" Penelope added, pushing Spencer's scrawny build with such force he almost flew down the small flight of stairs. “Is it her beautiful eyes? She has pretty eyes. I gotta hand her that. I like her eyes.”

You managed to hold your breath, gripping the file in your hand, your knuckles turning white. You didn't hate Penelope. You love her with all your heart and soul and reason that she didn't know anything about your massive attraction to Spencer. You love her sweet smile, amorous words, and eccentricity, but you wanted to push her down the stairs at that moment. You wanted her to stop talking.

"Alright, now, babygirl. Enough torturing pretty boy. We have a plane to catch." Derek wrapped an arm around Penelope's shoulder and you were certain that he meant she was torturing you rather than the boy genius.

Penelope knitted her brows, "What? You never defended Reid about this kinds of stuff. You know something and you will tell me this instant." She pointed her fluffy pen towards him like a knife.

You walked around them, fighting the urge to scowl or show any type of emotion, at all. What made your mood worst was when you had to share the elevator with Spencer. Emily was with the two of you, but still, it was suffocating just the same.

"A serial killer's daughter? That's gotta be the biggest risk this team has taken." Emily crossed her arms on her chest as she sighed.

"I'm sure she's just as capable as all of us. Hotch wouldn't have approved it if she wasn't any help to the team." Spencer replied, a little too fast than you would've preferred. You were thankful to stand behind them, having the ability to hide your sullen face.

You couldn't help but agree with Spencer. Despite the sinking feeling that hurled in the pit of your stomach, your logical reasoning never failed to keep you away from irrationality. It felt like you were stabbing yourself, though.

Emily looked behind you, "What do you think?"

A weak smile rolled over your lips, swallowing the lump of nothing that sat in your throat. "I think fresh eyes are always helpful." Just not Seaver’s oh so beautiful eyes. Of course, you couldn’t say the last part. You would’ve sounded like an idiot.

"Yeah," Spencer stated defensively. "Having a combination gene that's vulnerable to schizophrenia doesn't mean you'll develop one."

"Reid, I'm not saying she's a serial killer." Emily let her arms fall on her sides, giving him a worried look.

Spencer sighed, finally letting go of his suffocated bag strap. "I know... I just think it's unfair." He gave her a tight-lipped smile, and you wanted to embrace him even if he wasn’t directly talking to you.

Emily snorted, "I guess Garcia is right. You do like Seaver—" She shut her mouth at the realization of your presence. Sometimes she just couldn't hold her tongue and today was one of the days she wanted to chop them off.

She glanced at you with an apologetic smile, but you dismissed it with a silent laugh. It was making you tired. The act of smiling or laughing their guilty looks off. The ache was starting to swell.

In your opinion, it was plainly stupid. Your feelings for Spencer, that is. After joining the BAU as one of the youngest member of the team, you immediately felt drawn to Spencer. Of course, it was a form of friendship at first, but as they say, girls develop faster than boys. It wasn't accurate. You knew that. But it applied just the same.

You quickly got off when the elevator dinged open, turning to face the two of them. "Forgot something in my apartment. I'll see you at the jet!" You waved with the happiest smile you could muster and ran to your car.

The moment you sat on the driver's seat and buckled up, tears fell like a dam crumbling down. You didn't know why it hurt you. It wasn't like you told Spencer how you felt. He was ever oblivious contrary to his IQ.

It wasn't a big deal, you badly wanted it not to be. Spencer simply felt relatable to Ashley. That was understandable, reasonable. And you, of all people, understood it very well. It wasn't like Spencer declared his undying love for her. But you just couldn't help but feel jealous and depressed.

A hand covered your mouth as you fought the sobs that escaped your lips. You couldn't blame anyone, not even yourself. And that was the most painful part. No one to get mad at. No one to curse.

— ✿ — ✿— ✿ ✿ ✿

"Stop gawking." You muttered as you watched the rapid residential image slide in and out of your vision.

Derek scoffed, "I'm not gawking."

You sat up straight on the passenger seat and turned to him. "Your stare can bore holes on my head." You said unimpressively, leaning your head against the headrest.

Hotch assigned the two of you to visit the family of the victim, and as if you didn't just bawled on your way to the airport, you nodded. You were silently thankful for everyone to leave you alone. Granted, you worked with profilers, but they didn't need their skills to notice the redness and puffiness under your eyes.

"Okay fine." Derek glanced at you then back to the road. "But you have to stop acting like you're okay."

You snorted a laugh, much to his dismay and confusion. "That's the thing, though, isn't it? I have to be okay. I need to do my job and it's not like he did something wrong. There's nothing to be not okay about." You sighed, pushing your hair to the back of your head.

"Garcia was just teasing him, anyways. Reid probably doesn't think Seaver's a woman." He attempted to joke, anticipating for a genuine smile or laugh from your end.

"It's fine, Morgan. I know I'm not exactly the first girl a guy would land his eyes on in a room full of people. Reid's a guy through and through, 187 IQ or not. And Seaver is pretty. I'm not going to lie about that. I know how to appreciate beauty when I see it." You sighed, shoulders faltering as you stared straight on the road to keep yourself from showing any emotions.

The SUV stopped, Derek turning off the engine as you glance at the house in front of you. "Then, maybe it's time for you to tell him how you feel." He said, looking straight at you.

"And what?" You unbuckled your seatbelt, avoiding his gaze. "Jeopardize the team's workplace? Ruin Spencer and I's distant relationship? Or get cut off the team by Strauss for fraternizing? It's not that easy Derek." You covered your face with your hands, gulping the tears that were threatening to slide down your cheeks.

"To get yourself some clarity." Derek placed a hand on your shoulder. You removed your hands and looked at his assuring smile. "You can't let the darkness bury you, Bambi. You have to let it go at some point.” He squeezed your shoulder lightly before he added, “And you’re a beautiful woman. Don’t ever think otherwise."

You smiled at his gentle use of his choice of nickname for you. He has called you “bambi” for years and at some point, it grew into you. Despite his flirty tendencies, Derek was a great guy and he has been the closest thing to a brother you could ever find.

"Who knew Mr. Playboy gives love advice?" You kidded, a playful smirk appearing on your face.

Derek rolled his eyes and tapped your shoulder before stepping out of the car.

— ✿ — ✿— ✿ ✿ ✿

As soon as the jet landed, you immediately strode out of it. You got the approval from Hotch to head straight home, despite having three more hours left on clock.

What you didn't expect was for Spencer to follow you, scream your name, and hold your wrist. You stood dumbfounded in front of him.

"Reid..." You trailed off, not entirely sure what you wanted to say to him.

Spencer gasped for air, one hand on his chest and the other held your wrist, afraid to let you go. Usually, you would've panicked inside your head and blew up from the hotness of your cheeks, but not right now. Right now, you felt like throwing up. You felt nauseous at the bare sight of him.

"I've been calling you." He managed to gasp out, now pushing his hair with his free hand.

"Oh," you said less enthusiastic than you planned. "Did you need anything?" You watched as he steadied himself, controlling his breath a little better.

Spencer nodded, "Yeah, you." He smiled.

Shit.

If Spencer was seconds away from collapsing due to shortness of breath, you played it as a sport. Your breath hitched ever so subtly. You couldn't believe how much this man could make your heart skip a beat all while breaking it without wasting a single breath. Not that he did it on purpose.

"I know you love the tenth doctor because of David Tennant, and just so happens, I'm going to a convention that he's attending to. And I have an extra ticket!" Spencer beamed, squeezing your wrist subconsciously from excitement. His smile was so wide and handsome. His short hair was soft and messy.

"I can't."

It ached. The mere act of rejecting his invitation made you want to bang your head on a wall for crushing his innocent smile.

"Why?" He questioned, squinting, hand still wrapped around you wrist.

"I-I just can't that day—"

"You don't even know when it is. I didn't mention it."

"Take someone else? Why not, Seaver? I'm sure she'll—"

"She's not a David Tennant fan from what I concluded. She doesn’t even know what Doctor Who is. And I just met her today, she's a stranger."

"Penelope likes—"

"Are you mad at me?" Spencer's tone was different. The kind he only uses when he was frustrated and upset at the same time.

"No!" You exclaimed in a rush, finally looking at his chocolate stare that made you melt instead of the other way around.

Spencer's grip on your wrist tightened a little more, locking your gaze no matter how much you try to avoid his. "Then, why have you been avoiding me the whole week? I know you cried and I wanted to ask, but you always avoided me. I’ve been worried, so inviting you five months early for a convention seemed like a nice way to cheer you up. But you don’t want to come with me to see David Tennant. You would've choked me by now if I told you I'm going to see him and you're not invited. So I can only assume that you’re mad at me." A slight anger laid underneath his tone and even if you caught up to that, you didn't understand why.

You sighed, closing your eyes agonizingly. Derek was right. You had to let your feelings out or it would make you explode. And with your current situation, you’re already ruining your friendship with Spencer, so why not? When you gained vision once again, you twisted your wrist and held his own. 

"I love you."

Silence enveloped the both of you for five seconds until your anxiety took over you.

"No, wait. Too advanced. I meant, I love you, like I have special feelings for you. Wait. No. I mean, I like you. Yeah. That. I like you. Hold on. That's too vague. I like you more than a friend. Like I want to kiss you type of like. Not I like your personality. Wait, I do like your personality. I just meant—"

"I love you too."

Your lips halted, and you stared at him with your mouth agape. "Wait..."

Spencer smiled and pulled you in, closing the little gap by connecting your lips. You didn't know what to do. Your body froze, arms falling limp on your sides. And soon you melted in his touch. One hand on your cheek and the other at the small of your back, keeping you close to him.

He pulled away with the same soft smile, "I bought the tickets, so I can take you, not some random girl I just met. Not Garcia, who helped me searched the internet for the tickets." Spencer kissed the tip of your nose.

"But— Seaver—" You couldn't form a sentence. Your brain was still foggy from his confession.

"Garcia was teasing me because I won't tell her who the other ticket was for." Spencer briefly explained. "And I was hoping I could ask you out to go with me to see David Tennant on our first date..." He trailed off, a huge grin over his face as he unravel his little plan for you. "Then, maybe ask you out for a second date. One that you actually know that it's a date."

The corner of your lips slowly curved. A laughed roaring out of you as you leaned your forehead against his chest. "I was so ready to push you to another woman, because I thought you didn't like me." You playfully slapped his chest.

"I thought you didn't, until you told Morgan." Spencer chuckled.

Your eyes blew wide, swiftly looking up at him. "He told you?!"

He immediately shook his head, "No! No..." His arms snaked around your waist, just in case you storm off and beat Derek up. "I was with him that night, when you texted him. He went to the restroom and left his phone on the table. I didn't mean to read it, but his phone vibrated loudly and, well, I read too fast."

"I..." You didn't know what to say, and the burning on your cheeks weren't helping either.

"The funny thing was," Spencer rested his forehead on yours, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. "I was with Morgan, because I needed to tell someone about my feelings for you. It kept me awake at night and weirdly energetic than usual during the day."

You chuckled, "You're down bad."

Spencer scoffed, pulling you closer. "Says, you."

#spencer x reader #spencer reid #spencerreid #fem!reader #criminal minds #criminalminds #spencer reid x fem!readr #x reader #cm #spencer reid fluff #fluff #criminal minds fanfiction

[propertyofkirishima]

Be Quiet

hitoshi shinsou x reader

summary: y/n has always had a hard time staying quiet about anything. shinsou is the very opposite of that. he is reserved and mysterious. and of course, fate has to bite them in the ass. the two of them are partnered up for a final project in their last year of high school. why does the universe hate them?

a/n- this is assumed to be set in their last year (when they are legal adults) 💜 fic includes: fingering, thigh grinding, 69 position, lots of cum and snarky comments, enemies to lovers? and as always, no spell check!

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“shinsou is my partner?”

you feel a rush of blood to your cheeks. patting your cold hands against the newly hot skin, you sigh and fall into uraraka’s shoulder.

“he hates me, ochako!”

the girl laughs at you, allowing you to lean onto her shoulder. “i doubt that, y/n.”

“well clearly you haven’t seen him staring bullets into my back! if he had the option to kill me, i think he’d take it!”

you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. muttering your apologies, you separate from urararaka and step aside the board. you were probably blocking it from the people behind you. when you turn around, you are met with the exasperated face of your partner.

shinsou.

oh god, you wanted to die! to literally die! you felt your heart drop in your stomach, panic setting in. your eyes darted to uraraka, who was just as surprised as you.

fuck! fuck! fuck!

“i don’t want to kill you y/n.”

you stood there for a few moments, barely registering what he said. shinsou found it kind of cute...how incorrect you were about him. though your mouth opened, no words came out.

“hm, the loud girl finally shuts her mouth. how refreshing.”

huh?? how rude! you were never going to shut your mouth! fuck being embarrassed, that was just plain old mean!

“excuse me?! sensei, i need a new partner, stat! this one is being mean!”

your sensei glared at you, ever used to your antics and dramatic flair. “i’m not giving you a new partner just because he said something mean, y/n. this is not a preschool.”

“oh for fucks sake...” you sigh loudly, pushing your hair back from your face. “don’t be an asshole, shinsou.”

“can’t make any promises.”

“well then i can’t make any promises that my fist won’t come in contact with your face.”

“good luck with that, pretty girl.”

and with that, shinsou walked away. a smirk was on his face as you stood there stupidly. your hands touched your cheeks again, which felt like they were on fire.

“pretty girl? the hell does he mean, pretty girl? i hate men!”

but honestly, you didn’t hate that one. not in the slightest. you felt yourself becoming attracted to him. he was the kind of guy who seemed all tough on the outside but a sweetheart on the inside, like bakugou. but wayyyy hotter.

you’d always had a crush on shinsou. he was the complete opposite of you. what attracted you to him was his enigmatic nature. though he was reserved, he was also very intelligent and intuitive. when he raised his hand in class, he fascinated you, embarrassingly enough.

uraraka came over to you. “he likes you! a lot!”

you wanted to bang your head on a table. multiple times.

“i want to die.”

uraraka laughed at you, taking your hand. “cmon! let’s go back to class!”

TIME SKIP

shinsou liked to watch you in class. you were the most interesting person he’d ever laid eyes on. your voice carried throughout the classroom as you shouted a profanity that went with your story. that earned you a glare from your sensei, who you apologized to, then went on like it was nothing.

the class laughed at your lack of concern. shinsou couldn’t help but chuckle himself as well. you were quite the character. it took a certain type of person to be able to handle you and your mannerisms.

your eyes shifted over towards his. when you realized he was staring, shinsou smirked. he gave you a wave without a care in the world. he was unabashedly staring at you. face blushing pink, you quickly adverted your eyes.

TIME SKIP

it had been a few days since the classroom incidents. your due date was coming in a month or so. but you wanted to get it done early. so you went to one of your many class 3-A group chats and found shinsou’s number.

y/n: project? 💻

shinsou : sure

shinsou: what day

y/n: whatever day works best for you!

shinsou: friday?

y/n: kayyyy sounds good! come to my dorm after dinner :p

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you smiled to yourself and set your phone down. friday it is!

TIME SKIP

shinsou was on your bed. in grey sweatpants. on your bed.

you couldn’t help your eyes. they kept on going down to- nope! bad y/n! it was weird and perverted. if shinsou was looking down at your private parts you were sure you’d slap him!

did he notice? of course he did. but you had no idea. shinsou never really said anything about your obvious crush. he thought you were just adorable. that’s why he wore the sweatpants.

denki gave him the tip. shinsou would never admit it out loud, but his method worked. you were so flustered once he walked into your room. a chuckle came from his mouth when your eyes drifted down, but you had no idea he was laughing at you.

“so s-shinsou, what do you want to w-write about?”

the sexual tension was real. you could almost grasp it. it was emanating in the air, surrounding you.

“hmm,”

you bent over and grabbed a text book from your backpack. shinsou’s eyes widened as you displayed more of your thighs to him. the area of exposed skin made him feel some type of way. his thoughts began to drift to less appropriate things.

as you settled back down, your thighs squished back into your soft mattress. he wanted to touch them. to squish the thick skin in his hands. they looked so smooth. shinsou’s mind was that of a stereotypical teenage boy. how humiliating.

“shinsou, what do you uh, think about writing about how our pasts have affected our current motivations to become a h-hero.”

meanwhile shinsou’s brain was in a frizz. your room felt so hot. he carded his hands through his unruly violet hair.

gods, why did you bother him so much?

shinsou felt sweaty. so very sweaty.

“before we uh, get started,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. “do you mind if i take off my shirt?”

“HUH?!” you gaped.

is he playing tirkcs on you? certainly shinsou has to know you have a crush on him. your actions are anything but lowkey. has he noticed you staring at his sweaty body after he gets done training? the way the sweat drips down his abs- or how big his arms are. oh god- get back to reality, y/n!

“it’s hot as hell in here.”

“s’not! s’not that hot at all!!”

shinsou glared at you. you glared back. your line of defense was anything but successful. and he was right- it was hot. but you preferred the warmth over anything else.

“fine! whatever! but we need to get to this project!”

“attagirl. do you have a hair tie i could borrow?”

when shinsou puts his hair up, your brain ceases to function. you could already imagine his strands of curls hanging out of the low bun.

“mmm...lemme go look.”

you turned your back on him, blushing furiously. attagirl. a simple phrase that turned your brain to mush. the lack of the shirt, his hair in the sexiest style, low hanging sweatpants. yeah, you were fucked.

finding a hair tie, you turned around to see that shinsou was sprawled on your full sized bed. his chest was face down (thank god) and his ring clad fingers were flipping through one of your journals.

“woah woah, nosy! get your dumb pretty boy head out of there!”

shinsou chuckled as you swatted him with the same book he was looking through seconds ago. you scold him under your breath as you return the journal to its rightful place. he had some nerve, going through your stuff!

“you think i’m pretty?” he teased

god, you hoped the entry he stumbled upon was a depressive episode entry and that he was just teasing you.

“no, i think you’re ugly and stupid. focus on the project, for christ’s sake!”

shinsou was disappointed by your reply. but he was sure that it was a front. your blushing face and flustered movements told an entirely different story.

“can’t say it was easy to understand when you were stuttering the whole time trying to explain the idea for it.”

taking the hair tie from your hand, shinsou pulled his hair up. half was up and half was down. a few unruly locks escaped his messy style. you hated to admit it, but he made you wet with just one look.

“oh for fucks sake! scoot over, asshole. i need room on my bed too!”

“can’t help that it’s tiny, princess.”

in spite of yourself, you mocked him. but truth be told, you loved it when he called you princess. you wanted him so terribly badly. he could call you any pet name and you’d think it was hot.

“what, you don’t like it when i call you princess?”

“shut up you-“

a startled gasp came from your mouth as he grabbed your chin. shinsou looked down at you condescendingly. such a fucking brat. but such a cute one at that.

“tell me the truth.”

his quirk- fuck! stupid shinsou with that incredible quirk! the control you had on your body temporarily ceased. your mind felt as though it went blank. and your lips were compelled to answer his question.

“i like it when you call me princess.”

“of courseeee you do, you just wanna act like a brat, huh princess? do you prefer brat or what?”

the response was automatic. robotic, almost.

“i like both.”

“attagirl. now you can shut that pretty mouth of yours.”

you were struggling against his control. being a victim of shinsou’s quirk was quite the inconvenience. he could literally ask you anything and you would have to say the answer.

“but i’m not that mean, so dontcha worry. i’ll release my control on you.”

once you were free again, you nearly lunged yourself at him.

“shinsou i am one step away from smacking the ever living daylights out of you!”

“calm down princess, i just wanted to test you.”

“test me? i’m starting to hate this.”

shinsou chuckled. “oh yeah? this has to be my favorite project of the year.”

“whatever, eyebags! onto the project!”

“eyebags?!”

you ignored him, continuing on with your spiel.

“basically, i think we should do how our pasts affect our current hero ambitions! like how you were put into class 1-B the first year and transferred to class 2-A in your second, ya know?”

“mmm, okay. at least you didn’t stutter that time.”

you smacked him with one of your books. little shit.

and so, you and shinsou began collaborating on your project. shinsou remained relatively distracted though, as so much of your skin was exposed. your long sleeve barely covered your boobs from spilling out. and that little mini skirt did nothing to hide your thighs. and the worst of all- that heart garter. he loved to hate those stupid things you wore every day. shinsou imagined himself biting down on your thighs- even imagined you naked with just the garters and panties and bra. you were too much of a hinderance to his learning.

you tried to ignore his stares. but it became increasingly difficult as more hours went on. the sexual tension was still there, burning more than ever. you decided to break it.

"shinsou- are you almost done?" you inquired.

shinsou sighed, shoving his laptop shut. he needed to get to the point- and quickly.

“listen princess, this project is interesting and all, but i have my mind on other things.”

you raised a brow. “oh? and what might that be?”

“we need to cut the tension and be honest with each other. i'm so fucking horny, y/n. i need you on my lap, making out with me.”

“sh-shinsou?” you whispered, stunned.

“oh, don’t tell me you don’t feel the same.”

“i- it’s just so sudden is all!”

“yeah, well i’m not an idiot. i can tell when a girl is horny too.”

you frowned at him, upturning your nose. the hell did he know about that? and since when was it ‘obvious’ to a person? shinsou gauged your reaction, only fueling his need.

“i have half a mind to kick you out of my room.”

“but cha won’t, will ya princess? you want me just as bad as i want you.”

you brought your body closer to his, letting your thighs rest on his chest. shinsou only smirked, his deep chuckle in your ear. his greedy hands pulled on the plushy, soft skin of your thighs.

now it was your turn to tease him. your index finger trailed from his sharp jawline to v line towards his pants. shinsou simply observed you as your finger raked down his pale skin.

“how do you know that i want you so bad, shinsou?”

“i can smell ya from right here, brat.”

you weren’t even ashamed of your wetness. your pussy clenched at shinsou’s arrogant words. god, you panties were absolutely soaked. you spread your thighs and adjusted once again, letting your wet panties soak into his gray sweatpants.

“why don’t you just drop the stupid fucking innocent act?”

“m’not acting any way sir.”

“oh really?” he growled, pulling your collar back to him. “because last time i checked, i had the mind control quirk. so if you keep lying to me, i’ll force you to tell the truth.”

a whimper came from your throat as he moved his fingers to your neck. the thin, long fingers that you had wet dreams about. you wanted him to scissor you, shove them in your mouth, or even choke you if you got lucky. and it seemed like his mind ran to the same things.

“don’t be such a meanie, shin!”

“tell.”

his fingers wrapped around your throat.

“me.”

a single squeeze. you moaned, gripping desperately onto your bed sheets. fistfuls of the cotton material. fingers and eyes begging for more.

“the.”

oh god, now he was really doing it. his fingers squeezed hard.

“truth.”

a strained moan came from your throat as his fingers rendered you weak. you made a squealing sound and pulled at his wrist. shinsou chuckled as he watched your desperate hands. he wanted to tease more, but knew that you were finally willing to admit the truth.

“i’m acting like a brat because i want you to fuck me, sir.”

“and you just love acting like a brat. you love acting all innocent, being the adorable little thing you are. acting so oblivious. it’s a damn shame that you couldn’t own up to your desires sooner. i'd have fucked you all the way through high school.”

“really?” you smiled at him. "i never knew, shinsou."

shinsou smirked back, brushing hair from your face. you were so sweet despite your loudmouth. "i always thought you were hot, y/n. you'd be stupid to think you aren't attractive."

you nodded your head.

“god, your eyes are so pretty. they will look even prettier crying when i overstim you.”

“shinsou-” you gasped. he smirked as he threw you down on the bed. shinsou towered over you, chain hanging by your lips. his hand gripped your cheeks, squishing your adorable face.

“tell me what you need, my pretty princess.”

“i wanna be on your lap shinsou.”

fucking hell, the two of you were a match made in heaven. he always imagined your thick thighs wrapped around his chest. shinsou chuckled, sitting up against the wall. his hands beckoned you and his legs spread to welcome you on his lap.

"go on. sit on me, princess."

you blushed. "shinsou- i'm chubby."

your adorable little pouty face. shinsou shook his head. "get those thick ass thighs on me before i grab you myself."

you began to rock back and forth on his thigh. shinsou felt your hips grind your wet cunt into the material of his sweatpants. he looked down to see a giant wet spot and tsked to himself.

“naughty little girl, leaving a mess for me to clean up.”

“mmm~ i’ll always be naughty for you~”

he chuckled to himself as he observed you. entranced in the way you got yourself off. your eyes were screwed shut but your mouth was wide open. back arched close to his chest, nearly pressing against him. whines and whimpers fell from your mouth as you experienced an ultimate sense of euphoria.

“that’s it princess. keep on going.”

"shinsou, you're so big and muscly-" you whined.

your hands gripped at his biceps. he flexed slightly so you could feel his strength, which made you giggle. natuso couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"yeah? you like it?"

"uh huh!" you moaned as he rocked his thigh up into your pussy. shinsou loved watching you fall apart on him. "that feels really good sir!"

“oh yeah princess? you like grinding on my thigh like a little whore?”

“yes sir! feels so fucking good!!”

shinsou chuckled. he watched your face contort as you fell apart for him. the way your jaw dropped open and you threw your head back. how your thighs trapped his own. your boobs jiggling.

“god y/n, look at you. fucking falling apart on me and i haven’t even touched you yet have i? you’re a desperate little girl aren’t you?”

“so desperate daddy!” you whine, gripping onto his arm.

shinsou feels you press your tits around his arm. he leans into your ear and watches goosebumps appear as he speaks. your whimpers became louder until they were moans. he felt your pace hasten as you came closer.

“you gonna cum, pretty princess?”

shinsou chuckled as you moaned his name at climax. he had never seen anything so hot in his life. everything about this was perfect for him.

once you came down, you blinked. “oh my god- what have i done?”

“came all over my thigh like a dirty little girl.”

“shinsou!” you whined. “you’re so mean! i-i just can’t believe i did that…”

shinsou leaned against the wall, smirking. “oh i fuckin can. you’ve been horny for me, haven’t you?”

you gasped, wrapping your legs around him. shinsou felt you sit on his hard cock. his eyebrows knit as you settled your warm pussy right on top of him.

“i’m not telling!”

shinsou didn’t even register what you said though. you felt his dick throb. it was clear he needed to be taken care of.

“fuck y/n, you’re so hot. i should’ve shut you up like this long ago.”

shut me up? you pouted once again. “what d’ya mean shinsou? what do you wanna do?”

shinsou thought about it for a second. he didn’t want to rush into things. but he also wanted to pleasure you and show you just how skilled he was.

“69?” he asked

you blinked. “s-shin…i’ve never done that before,”

he took his face into his hands. those wandering eyes, peering into his own. they shined with lust. “oh princess, you’ll do amazing. i’m here to help you through…first things first.”

he pushed you off his lap. you gasped as you landed back on your pillow. shinsou wasted no time in tearing off your shorts.

“now princess…do you wanna keep your shirt on? i won’t force ya into anything.”

you were shy. you nodded your head.

“that’s okay baby. perfectly fine. i’m gonna take your panties off, okay?”

as he removed your panties, he smelled your pussy. his dick twitched uncontrollably, especially when he felt how wet the panties were. shinsou curiously pushed one of your thighs up. this revealed your sloppy, wet pussy to him. he audibly groaned.

“fuck princess. i need to feel this cunt.”

he took a finger, plunging it inside. your back arched as you felt the sensation. shinsou’s breathing became faster as he heard the squelching noises. he added another finger, making you cry out his name.

“shinsou! oh god- it feels really good!”

shinsou thought about how his cock would be even better. but that needed to wait. just like the fingers. he promised you 69, and 69 was what you were going to get. you whined as he withdrew his fingers.

“ah ah ah, don’t you start making those sounds. i could be real mean to you baby and not make you feel good.”

you shook your head quickly. “no sir! i wanna still feel good!”

shinsou loved this control. he towered over your body, each hand on the side of your head. he leaned down and seized your lips. you were caught in a storm of tongue and passion. both of you moaned into the kiss.

“need to switch positions princess. those thighs are gonna be around my head and that mouth is gonna swallow my cock. okay?”

you nodded your head, allowing him to rest his on your pillow. “you sure you won’t suffocate? i’m a bigger girl…”

“fuck, if i suffocate, ill die the happiest man. i have been dreaming about those thick ass fuckin thighs. can’t wait for you to sit that pussy down. it’ll be the perfect place for it.”

you giggled, though still unsure of yourself. shinsou took his sweats down, allowing for his dick to spring free. a little gasp escaped you. you couldn’t wait to suck it.

“you like what you see, my princess?”

“yes daddy! ‘m gonna treat you sooo good!”

you eagerly wrapped your hands around the base. shinsou hissed, slapping the back of your thighs. “put your pussy on my fucking face.”

finally, you sat on his face. natsuo absolutely lost it. all these moans came from him as he devoured your insides. and as for you, you arched your back and slurped up and down.

“fuck!” natsuo mumbled. “fuckin amazing head,”

as you went down, so did your pussy. the two of you were in perfect tandem. natsuo gripped onto your hips, slapping your ass occasionally. he couldn’t wait for more of these moments. next time he’d fuck your face, or even your pussy if you’d let him.

you loved sucking his cock. especially when he added inside his fingers. you were absolutely lost in pleasure. it felt so good to take care of shinsou while still also feeling good. he began twitching in your mouth. you began slowing your movements, becoming closer yourself.

“shit- shinsou! shinsou! it feels so good daddy!” you moaned

he felt you swallow him whole. shinsou’s eyes widened, feeling himself get close. he began to jerk up his hips, loving the sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you choke.

you pushed your pussy on his face harder, practically fucking yourself on him. you slid your pussy up and down his lips, even side to side. you knew he was going to be absolutely covered in your juices.

he began to twitch, jerking his thighs all the way up without stopping. you choked, feeling his cum shoot up into your throat. quickly, you tore yourself off.

“shin-shinsou! please daddy~ make me cum too!”

when you looked back, shinsou only spurted more cum. it was all over your neck and he could see it on your tongue and lips. he gripped your thighs extra tight, quickening his pace.

“fuck daddy! yes! that’s so good!”

shinsou loved your pussy. he felt you go up from his nose to down his chin. and he wanted you to get it all over him. it was the best feeling he had ever experienced.

finally, you let out your final whine. “i feel it daddy~ oh god!”

you immediately pulled yourself off him. shinsou frowned, but quickly smirked again when you sat back on his chest. now there would be pussy on his tummy too.

“god princess…” he sighed, propping his head up. “i’m covered in you!”

you put your face in your hands as if it would help. shinsou chuckled. “did you like it?”

“uh huh- loved it shinsou.”

he brought your hands down and put them around his neck. you leaned down, cuddling yourself on top of him. shinsou smiled, petting your head softly.

“it was the best time i’ve ever had…” you admit

“yeah?” shinsou said. “me too.”

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[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Charles leclerc x male reader

Reader is sneaking around with Charles (while madly in love with him) and he's carlos's little brother

Possible f1 car fucking while in the garage after a race or at night

Charles Leclerc x Male reader

"Brother's teammate"

Holy fuck this pic makes me go feral, just legit gives me the horny hormones. Makes me want to "NGHH~" every time I see it, I want him to devour me.

Anyway sorry it took a while, been very busy lately, and sorry if it's kinda messy. It's honestly a lot longer than what I had in mind, hope you still enjoy tho 🙏

Warning: smut, kinky car smut or something, obviously hard core cause rawr

(also I used google translate, don't come at me 🙏)

Holy fuck I was busy last week and the week prior, sorry it took so long. I didnt proof read cause it's too long and idk what I even wrote, I just wanted to get this out cause it's been bugging me for some time now. Hope you lot still enjoyed even though it might be shit 🤷‍♂️. You get what you get and you don't bitch about it, jk, might not do anymore f1 ccar fucks holy shit. Peace ✌️

I was never interested in motor sports, until Carlos joined ferrari and got a demi god for a teammate. I never attended any of his races and until he went to ferrari.

"You've attended every race ever since I joined ferrari, what happened?" Carlos asked me as we were walking through the paddock.

"Can't I support my older brother in his passion?" I asked feigning annoyance while also looking around for a certain monegasque driver.

"When your brother hated something suddenly take interest in the thing he hates, is quite concerning, no?" He asked me with confusion laced in his voice.

"And? Come on, Carlos, people change, you know this." I say as I spot the monegasque, my eyes lighting up. He was talking with Lando, he briefly looked up and we made eye contact giving me a smirk.

"Y/n. Y/n. Y/n." I look up as I get cut off from my starstruck sate, seeing Carlos a few feet infront of me.

"¿Qué diablos pasó? What happened y/n?" Carlos says approaching me.

"N-nothing, just, uhm, r-remembered something." I say, looking down to hide the blush crawling up my neck.

"Doesn't seem like nothing, you okay?" He asks confused and concerned, as he put the back of his hand on my forehead.

"Yea, yea, I'm fine." I say as I removed his hand from my forehead. 'He knew what he was doing, if only he wasn't so sexy with that smile and that french accent.'

"What happened here, Carlos?" The light pink of my cheeks now getting redder as I recognized the accent of the person speaking, and the familliar smell. 'Charles'.

"I don't know, he says he's fine but suddenly stopped and blushed while looking down. I have to go now though, so can you watch over him for a bit?" Carlos says, still worried and confused.

"I think he's just dehydrated, I'll take him to get water, you go ahead and do what you need to do." Charles says as he wraps and arm around my shoulder, with his body a bit too close.

"Good to know I have that effect on you." He says as I look up, to see Carlos gone.

"You're a dick, Leclerc." I said with a chuckle and finally standing up properly and leaning my head on his shoulder.

"I know you love my dick, but, keep it for later, bit hassle here in the paddock, no?" He says in a whisper as he leaned down to my ear.

"I swe- I-I wi- I hate- I loathe you." I say as I bury my head further into his shoulder.

He just gives a chuckle and leads me to the caf. I look around, I see George, Alex, Lando and Danny sitting at a table. 'Perfect'

"Let's sit over there with the rest of the quartet and dan." I motioning to them with a wicked smile on my lips.

"You'll regret it, darling." He says as he laughs. We made our way to the table, greeted everyone and sat down beside each with Danny to my left and Charles to my right.

"Thank God, y/n, we have a question, and only you can fix this at the moment." George says with a serious look on his face meanwhile the others had smiles on theirs.

"What is it?" I say now a bit curious.

"Did Carlos really understand Lando when he said "soy lago"? Did Carlos understand what Lando meant or no?" George asked looking directly at my eyes.

"If I'm honest, I didn't bother to ask him. He probably needed Lando to explain it tho." I say with a huff, and looking at Lando who looked happy.

"I will take that as "Carlos did not understand what Lando meant." I guess I was right then, Lando is still shit at spanish." George said now laughing at Lando.

As the other two bickered, I felt Charles sit down next to me now with a tray of food.

"When did you get that?" I asked confused, surely my interaction with George wasn't that long.

"As soon as you sat down I went to get food." He says with a smile while handing me a sandwich, and orange juice.

"Sure hope you're not as fast later." I whispered to his ear giving it a bite.

"I like taking my time when it comes to you, you know, I like savouring the moment. The way you would moan my name and beg for me, it's honestly hot. Especially the way you look all red and gasping under me." Charles whispers to my ear, accent heavier and teeth grazing my ear.

'He knows I love it when he does that, fuck.'

"Y-you're not allowed to do that unless you're about to fuck me to next week." I say a bit loud and hitting his shoulder.

"Excuse me, what?" Lando says surprised with wide eyes, same with George.

Charles laughs loudly, bending forward and burrying his face in his arms on the desk.

"You're excused." I say sarcastically and blushing way too hard now, that it's comparable to Charle's shirt.

"W-w-wait, you two are... a thing??" George asks more like shouted, surprised.

"You might as well put out a PSA while you're asking, George." I say annoyed and even more embarrassed now, as almost everyone was looking at us, it's not helping that Charles is still hysterically laughing into the table.

"Sorry, was just surprised, like, when? How? Why? What??" George asked looking a bit excited to hear the answers.

"Hola Amigos, what's happening?" Carlos said beside me, putting an arm around my shoulder.

Charles lifts his head up a bit, looking at me and starts to laugh even more, seeing that I am now very red, redder than before.

"Carlos, mate, n-nothing, really h-happened I g-guess y/n is just feeling a b-bit warm r-right now." Charles answers, trying his hardest to stop his laughter even for a bit.

"I fucking hate you." I said silently but audible enough for both Carlos and Charles to hear.

"Okay, I'm just gonna grab some food then I have to go back for testing." Carlos says skeptically still not fully convinced that nothing was happening. As he went to get his food I grabbed Charles' hand and dragged him outside. Leaving a giggling Lando and George behind.

As he exitted Charles was calmer now and ceased laughing as he saw my face a bit angry.

"I can change your mood." He said out of nowhere and then taking the lead, walking us both to a secluded enough part of the paddock where almost no one goes. Stopping as we arrived, he took both my hands and stared at my eyes, green orbs meeting mine. After a few seconds, we dove right into each other, lips sliding past the other smoothly. His tounge licking my bottom lip asking for entrance, I obliged eagerly while letting out small moans. His hands now on my hips and mine tangled in his hair, pulling from time to time to hear his groans. Our tounges fighting for dominance, which I obviously lost, and now his tounge is exploring my mouth, like his mapping out the places in case he got lost, or simply to memorize the crevices of my teeth, the texture of my cheeks or the feeling of my tounge gently poking his.

Our heated kissing caused him to pin me against a nearby wall, slamming me against it with a bit of force, but his hand was already at the back of my head tangled in my hair, providing cushion. The hand that remained on my hip squeezed tight, making me open my mouth wider.

"There we go, all gone, you look much better now." Charles says with a smirk as he rests his forehead against mine. Both of us breathing heavily, in need of air after that intense make out session.

"I fucking hate you." I say, now in a daze, lazily resting my body against the wall and looking at his eyes. Admiring his eyes, like they are gems of unfathomable beauty that only a God can comprehend.

"You know you don't."

"No, I don't."

We both chuckle as we fixed ourself and walked out in the open, and headed to the garage for him to get ready for the race.

—

After the race, Carlos got P2 and Charles got P1 with Lando getting P3, what a surprise, no Max on the podium. Probably because of the crash with yuki.

As they spray each other with champagne, I stand on the side with the rest of the ferrari team, waiting for them to get down.

—

After all the media and partying, I found myself alone with Charles, walking back to the garage.

"What exactly did you forget?" I asked confused as we were the only ones left in the garage when we walked in.

"This." He said, and I turned to look at him in confusion, only to be met by a pair of lips on mine and my back against the door. His tounge immidiately went in for the kill, no teasing, and he was in no mood to fight a battle he would always win. He pushed my tounge down everytime I tried to move it remotely close to his.

"You're kinky, Leclerc, I guessing you want to fuck me on your car?" I asked as I pulled back, I needed to pull his head back as well to prevent him from chasing me. Which I succeeded hearing a disappointed groan from him.

"You're my lucky charm, and of course I wanna bless my car with luck as well." He mumbles as he dove into my neck, biting, sucking and kissing every part he can reach. I moaned as I felt him lick a few drops of sweat.

"I drank pineapple juice earlier, incase you wanted to know." He said now biting harder, one of my legs get held up by his strong arms, I peak down to his biceps. Seeing them bulge and seeing the veins from his hand up to his arm, brought me arousal that I didn't know was even possible. Slowly my hands began to wonder into the hems of his jeans and shirt, caressing his abs and teasing his boxers.

"You're a fucking tease, mi amor. And I'm in no mood for that, do me a favour and get on your knees." He says giving one last hard bite on my neck making me pull on his hair, surely leaving teeth marks on my neck. I do as he says, he let go of me completely and I kneel infront of him, my hands on my lap and my eyes trained on his green ones thst are now darker.

"You look so pretty like that, all eager and ready for me. You like that don't you?" He says in a low tone and squatting so we're face to face once more. He put his hand on my chin, his thumb playing with my bottom lip.

"You know this is where you belong right?" He asks in a loving manner, and I nod to answer his question.

"This is what you were meant to be, my fuck toy." He said now smirking as he let go of my chin and stood up.

"Remember how I told you I drank pineapple juice earlier?" I didn't need to be told twice, as soon as the words pineapple juice left his mouth, I immidiately unbutton and unzipped his pants. Now standing in from of me with only his shirt and boxers that can barely contain the monster of monaco.

"Wow, eager." He says as he smiles down at me. I removed his boxers letting it fall on the floor along with his pants. My hand snapped to grab a hold of the beauty that's inches from my mouth, I opened my mouth to devour his meat. As I slowly take it in he suddenly jerked forward and put his hand behind my head to pull me in, making me deep throat him.

"Fuck, I always miss your mouth whenever I'm racing, remembering how you like it when I fuck you after working out or after racing." He says as he looked in bliss and letting out small gasps of air. I full on choke, tears running down my cheeks. I tried to pull back, but he kept me down for a second longer before pulling me back. His cock now covered in my spit some of it dripping down to his balls and falling on his pants.

"I'm sorry, I just needed that." He says as he steps out of his boxers and pants. His hand running through my hair as I continue on coughing, my face turning a bit red.

"You always looked good when you're red." He said as he grabbed my hair rough and making me look up at him, tears running down my cheeks, spit dripping down the sides of my mouth.

"You look fucking delicious right now, amour. If only you could see how you look." He says as he pushes his cock against my lips, my mouth opening on instinct, and letting him push it. But now he does it slowly and more gently than earlier.

"That's it, good boy. You've always been my good boy, haven't you?" He says as I slowly suck his cock feeling the veins against my tounge. I look up at him to see how much pleasure I bring him, my own cock hard as a rock from the groans and moans his letting out.

"Fuck, if you keep looking at me like that, I will hold you down and cum down your throat." He says in between groans and his hips stuttered a bit. A sign that he's close. I keep sucking in a slow and steady pace, taking my time.

"I'm gonna cum." He suddenly says and pushed my head down, making me choke again. I feels his cum going down my throat as I cough around his cock.

"Fuck." I heard his say under his breat as he pulls my head back and making me look up at him, a string of spit and cum connect my lips to his cock.

"You're fucking beautiful, darling." He says, his thumb caressing my bottom lip, feeling and smearing the mixture around.

"Now I want you to be a good boy, strip and bend over the side of my car." I do as he says with eagerness, as I strip down to nothing I feel his eyes on me. I feel his lust filled gaze staring at me, specifically, my ass. After stripping I so ceremoniously took my time to walk and bend over the side of the car. Making sure to sway my hips making my ass jiggle.

"You are such a fucking tease."

"You love it."

"I'll detroy you the moment I get to you, I will make sure you will feel whose dick it was that made you unable to walk for a week. I will make sure you won't forget that ache inside you whenever I fuck you, I will make sure you won't forget who it is that can do that to you... I will make you, you forget your name and only remember mine as you moan it for the world to know. That I am the one you belong to."

Charles said as he approached me slowly until he is right behind me, his tip gently probing at my hole. He slowly wrapped himself around me as he whispered the last parts to my ear with the rasp and growl that I love.

"I will make you beg for me to stop."

I said as he entered me in one swift motion and biting my ear. I out loud surprised by his actions. My legs almost gave and but my arms already did, I lay my torso on the side of the car my face in the cockpit 'it still smells like him' I thought to myself as I breathed deeply, inhaling his musk. He continued to fuck into me roughly, one of his hands now on my hair pulling it hard making me moan in pain. I can hear him breathing heavily the other hand on my waist is gripping it hard, leaving marks. Being overwhelmed with pain and pleasure I came unannounced on the side of the car a few drops managing to get on the seat.

"D-did you just cum?"

He asked with pauses in between words to catch his breath.

"F-fuuuck, S-sorry."

I apologized as his grip on my waist tightened, he continued mercilessly fucking into me like I am a toy. Tears now streaming down my face dropping on the seat mixing with my sweat.

"Y-you should've a-atleast told m-fuck."

He couldn't finish his sentence as he came deep inside me. Painting my red walls white. He continued to fuck into me slowly.

"Since, you came without even telling me. How about you won't cum for the a week, starting now."

He said slowly breathing normally as he started moving fast and hard, pulling me up against his chest I can feel his sweat on my back and the ones dropping from his hair. I laid my head on his shoulder as he buries his face on my neck: kissing, licking, biting and leaving marks. My hands go to his hands that are holding me tight against him.

"You always taste good and sound heavenly."

He said against my neck as he breathe heavily. He continued to fuck into me, dropplets of sweat dropping on the car and the floor, I can feel his previous load being pushed out of my as he came again deep inside me. This time not stopping or slowly down, i tried to hold down my own orgasm so as to not disobey him and make my punishment worse.

"I'm still hard and ready to go, I can do this all night y/n. You better not cum or I'm putting a cock ring on you."

He said on my ear as one of his hands snaked up my body and wrapped around my neck. My hands gripping the side of the cockpit and he continued to fuck into me without stopping, his heavy breathes against my neck my ear and his grip on my neck is too much. I couldn't hold back anymore and I came again.

"You are really naughty tonight."

He said in between heavy breathes and he gripped my dick, and pumping it up and down, that combined with his heavy thrusts and the feeling of being full to the point his cum is overflowing was too much. I tried to push his hand away and push his hips away, pushing against his abs.

"P-please, C-c-charlessss, too m-m-much."

I said in between moans and labored groans.

"You're my toy, y/n, and toys don't talk back to their owner, do they? They just sit there and let it happen."

He said breathing in-between words and he grabbed both my hands in his right and held them tight not letting them move. And his left hand continued to stroke me.

"Be a good boy and take what I give you, you don't have a say in this, amor."

He said against my ear as my moans turned to screaming of his name and begging him to stop.

"Do you really want me to stop, hm?"

He asked me as he slowed down a bit, already missing the pain and ache. I shake my head and asked him why he stopped as tears streamed down my face.

"Well, people might hear you begging me to stop, I guess I have to do something as that mouth of yours."

He said between breathes as the hand that was holding my return to my neck as and slowly went up to my mouth, putting his middle and ring finger inside.

"Suck."

He commanded and I immidiately obeyed, moaning around his fingers as he continued his previous pace.

"F-fuck."

He whispered after a bit, I felt him cum inaide my again, my cock now all ready begging to cum as well.

"If you cum I won't fuck you for a week."

He said with a chuckle. I just whimpered and pushed back against him, feeling his sweaty body sliding against mine.

"P-p-please, I n-n-need."

Only a few words came out of my mouth as he continued again, my hole now very sore. And his thrusts became more and more painful, I bit his fingers that were inside my mouth.

"F-fuck, I'm tired."

He said as he removed his fingers from my mouth and stopped stroking me. I immidiately came as he pulled out. I leaned heavily on the car as I couldn't feel my legs.

"You okay?"

He asked in a soft voice and he made me face him and wiped the tears that were still running down my face and moved the hair sticking to my forehead.

"T-tired."

I said sleepily.

"I know, amor, d-did I go too far."

He asked me worried that he hurt me in a way I didn't like.

"N-no, just perfect."

"Good, we should get dressed so we can return to the hotel. I will clean up you can get dressed first, can you dress yoursel?"

He asked as he carried me gently putting me down on the floor next to our clothes.

"C-can't my body hurts."

I said as I looked at him he already put on his boxers.

"I'll help you, let me just clean up the mess first."

He said as he looked at my lovingly.

"T-thank you."

I said as I passed out from the exhaustion on the floor.

"Sorry if I tired you out, it's just I we haven't done it in weeks and I miss you."

I heard him say before sleeping.

Holyshit it took so long idk what happened to the ending.

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[runningthroughthegarden]

shes driving me crazy, but im into it

summary: rockstar!jack. going to a concert with your best friend was already exciting. but it was even more exciting when the lead singer began flirting with you.

word count: 860

you were never a concert girl, but here you were putting on your tiniest dress and tallest boots. your best friend had convinced you to go with her to see her current obsession. you would be lying if you said you weren't the slightest bit excited. looking in the mirror for the last time, you felt a surge of confidence. ready for wherever the night would take you.

arriving at the venue you were welcomed with loud chatter and the smell of smoke. looking over at your best friend, you could see the pure excitement on her face.

"y/n cmon we have to get a good spot!!" she gushed, pulling you deeper into the crowd.

you left a trail of apologies to the people she was absolutely bulldozing through. finally arriving front and center, you took everything in. you had never been this close to any artists, so you were excited to say the least. your best friend is constantly blasting this bands music, you had become somewhat of a fan because of this.

"agh its almost time!!" your best friend squeeled. you smiled pulling her closer, happy to share such a joyous moment.

soon enough the band members were entering stage, heading towards their instruments. the crowd immediately started going crazy. you looked around and giggled at the madness that was about to unfold.

except nothing would have prepared you for the moment the lead singer came onto the stage. you had never really paid any mind to the appearance of anyone in the band. but now, as jack champion, lead singer of this band, was in front of you, you were in absolute awe. time seemed to slow as your eyes stayed trained on his figure. snapping out of your short trance, your ears were soon filled with the echoing screams of the crowd.

"hello everyone thank you for having us" jack murmurs into the mic.

locking eyes for a moment you feel your knees weaken. he gives you a small smirk before introducing the rest of the band.

"this is our song 'my honest face' " with a strum of his guitar, the song begins.

as the song goes on, its filled with long gazes and sly smirks. there is no way the hottest singer alive is into you right now.

continuing on with the set list you snap out of your trance. dancing and singing along with your best friend. that is until now.

"so this next song isn't ours, but i though it would be fitting for a certain someone in the crowd tonight. this is kiwi" jack explains, maintaining eye contact the whole time. his face is glimmering with sweat, messy curls, and a shirt that is hugging his arms a little too well.

she worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes. Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect. and all the boys, they were saying they were into it. such a pretty face, on a pretty neck.

a smirk on his face, he stares right at you, practically moaning the lyrics. feeling your cheeks blush, you can only smirk and sing back.

in a black dress, she's such an actress. she's driving me crazy, but im into it.

pointing to you in your black dress, the crowd goes absolutely crazy. your best friend gawks at you, her jaw practically on the floor. you giggle at her, half thinking your imagining this all in your head. the song finishes, and jack gives you a wink before walking away to set down his guitar.

the set ends and the band exits, thanking the crowd. the place is less than half empty by now. your best friend is off talking to some cute guy she just met. you sit by the bar taking a breather from everything that's happened. that is until you feel a presence next to you.

"hey little black dress" jack teases as he takes the seat next to you.

"hey lead singer" you giggle feeling half shocked, half tipsy.

"did you like the show?" he asks.

"oh it was amazing. except i think there is usually a lot less flirting happening" you smirk feeling suddenly confident.

"oh is that what that was" he laughs.

"i mean i did get my very own song" you smile.

"then i was a lot less subtle then i thought" he laughs with his head in his hands.

you smile, expecting this to be the point where this all ends.

"can i take you out?" he asks, allowing his eyes to travel your face. taking in every feature.

"y-yeah sure yes, when?" you embarrassingly stumble.

"how about right now?" he smiles.

"yeah i can right now, um let me just tell my friend" you quickly walk towards your best friend, surprised your legs didn't cave under you. explaining the situation to her, you both begin squealing and jumping up and down. jack laughs, watching from his seat.

"i'm ready" you stand in front of him with a smile.

"then let's go little black dress" he smiles, linking your arms together.

after this night, you are definitely going to be a concert girl.

a/n: sorry im a certified harry :)

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