#I’m just. so confused??? I’ve never had a dream like this before because I dream so rarely in the first place

[flowering-darkness]

Hey friends, what does it mean if you have a dream one night (as someone who usually doesn’t dream at all) about being back at home, except one of your platonic F/Os is there IRL with you, and it 100% feels like you’re dating when you then go around and do things together in the dream (even if what you were doing wasn’t necessarily a date thing?? we were just exploring different places near where I live as just the two of us but having really sincere conversations as we did it??)

[icterid-rubus]

I want this week to be over and it only just started goddamnit.

[missdynamighttt]

if husband! katsuki had a dream that you served him divorce papers, he would be SO mad at you.

katsuki woke up with a start, his chest heaving as the remnants of the vivid dream clung to his mind. in the dream, you had stood in front of him, utterly calm, as you handed him his worst nightmare: divorce papers.

“it's not you, its me,” you said, your expression indifferent as if breaking his heart meant nothing. "i'm just bored, katsuki."

it wasn’t real, he knew that. but the image of you walking away from him felt too real, too painful. the words echoed in his head as he sat on the edge of the bed, his fists clenched. bored? how could you say that after everything you've been through? even though it was just a dream, it shook him to near death.

and when katsuki saw you later that morning, smiling and greeting him like usual, he couldn’t help but scowl. normally, the sight would calm him, but instead, a strange sense of betrayal bubbled up inside him. how could dream-you say something like that? and why couldn’t he shake the feeling?

“morning, katsuki,” you said cheerfully, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

he turned his head slightly, causing your lips to brush his jaw instead. you blinked, confused. “uh… everything okay?”

“fine,” he muttered, getting up and leaving you all alone in the bed.

all day, katsuki avoided your texts, kept his responses curt, and barely looked your way when you crossed paths at home. you quickly realized something was off but couldn’t figure out what. by evening, you had enough.

"okay, whats your problem? you've been sulking all day,” you said firmly, standing in front of him while he sat on the couch. “you’ve been acting like i killed your damn dog. what did i do?”

katsuki glared at you, his emotions finally bubbling over. “you left me! that’s what you did!”

you stared at him, completely baffled. “what are you talking about? i didn’t leave you. i’ve been here all day!”

katsuki exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “fine. i had this stupid dream, alright? you—” he hesitated, the words catching in his throat. “you divorced me. you said you were bored and just... left me.”

for a moment, there was silence as you processed what he was saying. then, to katsuki’s annoyance, you started laughing.

“you’re mad at me... because of a dream?” you asked, your laughter bubbling out uncontrollably.

“it felt real!” he barked, his cheeks flushing slightly. “you don’t get to laugh! this isn't fuckin' funny! do you know how shitty that felt?!”

“i’m sorry!” you gasped between giggles, clutching your stomach. “it’s just… do you really think i’d ever do that?”

katsuki’s scowl deepened. “its not that. its just... you said it so casually in the dream. like i didn’t even matter.”

you tried to stifle your laughter, but your amusement was clear as day. “katsuki... you’re everything to me. i would never leave you. ever. especially not because i was bored. you’re the opposite of boring. you’re the most stubborn, infuriating, incredible man I’ve ever met.”

he grunted, looking away. “tch. doesn’t change the fact that it felt real.”

you bit your lip, guilt swirling in your chest. you could see how much the dream had affected katsuki, even if it wasn’t real. determined to make it up to him, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and cupped his face in your hands.

“i’m sorry your brain decided to torture you like that,” you said softly before leaning in to pepper his face with kisses. “but let me remind you of how much i love you.”

your lips pressed against his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, and finally, his lips. each kiss was light and playful, drawing a reluctant smirk from him.

“sweets,” katsuki muttered, trying to keep up the tough act, but you didn’t let up.

you continued your attack, kissing down his jaw and back to his lips, murmuring between kisses. “i'm so happy you're my husband.”

katsuki finally relented, his hands settling on your hips as he let out a low chuckle. “you’re fuckin' weird.”

“and you’re grumpy,” you teased. “but i love you anyway.”

“hmph. i love you too,” he admitted, his voice softer now as his arms wrap around you, brushing your nose against his. “sorry for being an idiot today.”

“you’re not an idiot. just... talk to me about it next time, okay?”

"fine. be my fuckin' wife for forever, 'kay?"

"i promise," you cut him off with a kiss.

and katsuki kissed you back, finally letting the tension melt away, drowning himself in the taste of your and your presence. you're here. you weren't gonna leave him because he was bored. you never would.

"tch. i’m still blaming you for my bad dreams though."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

[luvyeni]

crazy questions ๑. ( 희승 - 제이크 )

[ req? yes / no ]

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ──── who would’ve thought your random questions would lead to you being fucked by your best friends ..

( 対 ) lee heeseung and sim jaeyun + fem. reader wc. 3k genre smut · contains! unprotected sex , a little mlm ( their tongues touch ) , oral mature content. / back to library

heeseung and jake. they were your best friends , your roommates, they were use to you saying odd shit ; so normally they turned a blind eye with just a head shake — ‘that’s just yn , she says weird shit all the time’ they’d say when someone would ask why they didn’t flinch when you said crazy obscured things.

but this time they couldn’t let it slide; especially when you said it so smoothly they both thought they were sharing some weird dream. “is it possible for two dudes to eat a girl's pussy at the same time?” you said with the blankest face ever. “what crazy choices of words to form a sentence.” jake said , his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “why are you asking this?” heeseung asked.

“well i was watching a video — it was porn.” you started. “and there were two guys and they were eating the girl out at the same time , but they were both in between her legs.” both boys were now turned to you , looking at you and then at each other. “what porn are you watching?” jake asked. “it just didn’t look comfortable , her legs were so spread out and the boys looked uncomfortable and would flinch every time their tongues touched.” you said. “like if you’re gonna eat out a girl together you can’t be afraid to do a little tongue touching , it’s not that much space.”

“i literally have no idea how to answer this question.” heeseung said; for the first time you’ve left them speechless with the shit you say — “obviously it’s possible seeing as you’ve seen a video.” jake said. “but comfortable? i’ve never eaten a girl out with another dude before.” he said. “but you do have a point you can’t be scared of tongue touching the other guy.” you shook your head in agreement , heeseung laughed at the both of you. “what is wrong with both of you.”

“would you do it seung?” you asked. “eat a girl out with another dude?” he let out a light huff like chuckle. “are you okay with a little dude on dude tongue touching?” you said in a teasing tone. “i would.” jake spoke up. “we know you would , you have a lot bisexual tendencies that we’ll address later down the line.” heeseung was staring you down now. “what?” you asked nonchalantly — like you didn’t just ask your best friends the most outlandish question. “it was just a question , i didn’t ask you to co-sign a loan.”

“i think he might be thinking about it.” jake said. “or maybe he’s done it before.” heeseung rolled his eyes. “heeseung.” you drew out his name. “have you done this before , who was it with? sunghoon? jay? oh my god! who?” you were genuinely intrigued now. “i haven’t done it like that with anyone,” he said. “did he just admit to us he’s had a threesome before?” you asked jake. “i think so , did you know about this?” jake shook his head no. “it wasn’t me , must’ve been sunghoon.”

“it was jay.” you both gasped. “you and jay had a threesome?” you basically shouted. “bro why didn’t you tell me.” jake said. “because it happened like a week ago and we were all drunk.” he said. “it just happened me and jay haven't even talked about it.” he said. “why is it awkward , did you two kiss and it made your dick twitch a bit?” a pillow was tossed at your head. “umph-” he picked it up ready to hit you again. “shut up.” you were doubled over in tears; holding your stomach laughing as he continuously hit you with the pillow. “okay , okay i’m done , i’m done.” you held your hand up. “stop whacking me with that damn pillow and get your heavy ass off me.”

you wiped the tears from your eyes. “i can’t believe you had a threesome before jake; if anything i thought you two would do that together.” you said coming down from your laughing session. “i always thought you two would be the ones to do that together.” you shrugged. “us?” jake said. “yeah , i mean you two always spend everything waking moment together so i assumed you two would definitely fuck the same girl.”

“you think about us fucking another girl together?” heeseung said; jake smirked. “i didn’t — is that why you looked that up; wanted to see if it was possible and if we could do it?” jake spoke up. “i don’t like how this turned to me.” you said feeling the shift in the air. “why are you so shy now? you were so bold telling us the porn you goon to.” “it was just a question.” you mumbled , heeseung chuckled. “you were curious; so it had to be a thought you’ve had before am i wrong.”

well he wasn't wrong; maybe the thought had crossed your mind a few too many times for your liking. the look on your face told them everything they needed to know. “ah not another girl.” jake said. “you.” your eyes widen. “no-no that’s not — we’ve been friends for years we know when you’re lying.” he said. “you don’t know anything.” you said trying not to sound like you been caught even though all three of you knew you had. “i thought about it.” heeseung said. “can’t think of a day i didn’t think about it for even a second.”

“what?” before you could even say something about it jake spoke up. “me either , i thought about it the moment you said something earlier.” the look of shock on your face made them laugh. “what , you walk around here shorts tiny as fuck and without a bra , saying sexual shit all the time like it’s normal.” he said. “i’m your best friend but like i’m also a man yn.”

“not to mention these walls are thin as fuck and your room is right next mines , and let’s just say that pillow you bite down on isn’t helping at all.” heeseung said, you gasped jake quickly followed up. “fuck the thin walls i can hear her down the hall , she’s fucking loud , is there ever a day you give yourself a break?”

“well you listen , you don’t have to.” you said turning to heeseung. “and i don’t say anything when you walk around here without underwear like a slut.” he giggled , it was the most attractive thing you’ve heard in a while. “you think i don’t see you looking , you’re not subtle at all , just how we both know you feel jake staring at your ass all the time.” clearly there was some kind of tension that had been looming over the apartment that finally boiled over. “and we never said we didn’t like hearing you , just said we hear you; every single night , and now we finally know what you’re in here watching and what you’re thinking about when you’re in here stuffing yourself with your fingers.”

you bit down on your bottom lip; your thighs pressed together tightly; once again heeseung calling your bluff. “you’re getting turned on?” jake catching on , his eyes trained on your thighs waiting for the slightest bit of movement. “are you?” you were ready for them to get out so you can get rid of this new ache in between your legs. “okay , time to get out.” you said. “why aren’t we having fun?” heeseung pouted. “or is it because you want turn on your porn and goon out?” it felt like they were teasing you now , you whined. “fuck you heard that?” jake said. “told you sounds even better up close , when it isn’t muffled by a useless fucking pillows.”

heeseung tapped your bare thigh; his eyes darker than they were before — full of lust and hunger. “you gonna be a good girl and open them for us or am i gonna have force them open?” he gripped them , this is where you could’ve told them no , and they’d listen you could tell their eyes were also looking for a sign of rejection. but you’d also be a idiot to turn them both down; which is why you don’t say anything, slowly opening your legs. “you said you want to see if it’s possible?” his eyes flickering to jake who was looking at the both of you , mouth dry as he watched. “let’s see.”

jake got the hint; heeseung pulled you down so you were laying on the bed , pushing your legs far apart so they both could sit comfortably in between your legs; you let out a moan , then stretch wasn’t uncomfortable, you were surprised on how flexible you were. “moaning already and we didn’t even do anything yet.” jake who’s eyes hadn’t left your clothes lower region , brought his fingers to your clothed cunt , pressing down. “let me take these off , let’s see that pretty pussy.” you nodded and he quickly grabbed the waistband, pulling them down. “look at that.” heeseung kissed the inside of your thighs. “soaked right through these panties.” pulling them down your leg , your lower half now bare to them both.

“look at that; she’s fucking dripping.” heeseung smirk. “how long have you been thinking about this?” you whimpered , the light feeling of their breath on your cunt. “fuck just touch me.” you huffed frustrated. “oh someone is fucking needy , not even a please.” jake chuckled. “real ungrateful, here we are trying to worship your pussy and this is how you treat us.” heeseung pouted. “i’m upset princess , i don’t think we should give her anything jake.” “you’re right; she doesn’t deserve it.”

“n-no please touch me.” you shifted your body a bit , heeseung holding you down. “say it again.” jake smirked , you would’ve slapped him if you weren’t in this predicament. “pl-please touch me.” you repeated. “please.” heeseung hummed in satisfaction. “i think that’s enough , i feel like she deserves a reward right?” jake nodded. “i think we should test her theory out yeah?” heeseung agreed. “show her that it’s possible right?”

you felt the feeling of both their tongues on you, gasping out. “oh fuck.” you moaned; head falling back against the pillows. “oh my god.” you’ve been eaten out before , but this new feeling of both of them on you was addicting; eye rolling in fact , you had no clue what to do with your hands , but they eventually found themselves tangled in both of their hair yank at both their roots as they licked at your folds.

jake was definitely enjoying himself; just as he thought he would, jake never doubted his attraction to you , he was attracted to you the day you moved in; heeseung as well. they often talked about it together , the things they’d do to you, hearing you moaning and whimpering at night when you touched yourself , of course they've touched themselves to you , both thinking about what it would be like to have you , touch you , taste you — to fuck you. hearing you ask that question just set them both off , they had to have you.

they both were so deep into it , they didn’t even flinch like the guys did in the movies when their tongues touched; if anything it made it hotter to them , hearing your moans up close , not being blocked from the walls , tugging at their hair as you shout out a mixture of both their names and curse words. “fuck , fuck i’m about to cum.”

you felt the stretch of a finger entering your cunt. “so fucking tight , how can you take a cock if you’re struggling to take a finger?” jake cursed. “she’ll take what we give her.” heeseungs burned holes into your skin with his stare , wait for jake to add another finger pressing on your clit. “right.” you nodded. “yes yes , fuck!” you shouted. “you gonna cum yeah?” you nodded. “gonna make a mess.” jake switching between fingering you and licking your folds , heeseung staying up to rubbed your clit , watching your every movements. “i wanna see you cum.” he said biting his lip. “go a head, cum.”

a loud moan ripped from your throat as you came , your legs unable to close , which encouraged them to keep going. “ca-can’t , too mu-much.” heeseung pulled his hand from your clit , slapping in between your tighs , jake had to be pulled away. “calm down , gotta give our girl a break here.” jake’s lips were glossy , licking them. “sorry , she just tastes too good.”

“did you like that?” heeseung asked , you nodded. “it-it felt good , but my legs are a little sore.” you giggled , heeseung let your legs down , jake moving out the way. “it’s achievable for sure , but fuck after a while i thought i was gonna lose feeling in my legs.” you could feel heeseungs hard on pressed against your thigh. “seems like i wasn’t the only one who enjoyed it.” you grabbed his cock , he groaned. “was it me or was it jake.” he scoffed , grabbing both of your wrists. “you’re such a fucking brat.” he turned to jake. “lets do something about that yeah.?”

your shirt was quick to go along with their clothes , heeseung pushed your legs open once more , jake on the side of you. “get a look at these.” the aussie boy grabbed your boob. “been waiting to see these for months now , real nice.” he gave your bust a squeeze, you didn’t have a chance to even react to that because heeseung was pushing himself past your folds. “fu-fuck you’re so tight.” he groaned. “such a tiny pussy -fuck- you’re choking my cock.” cursing as he stretched you out. “heeseung fuck!”

as quick as he entered you , he was moving; his hips slapping against yours. “come here.” jake guided your hand to his cock. “lets put that pretty mouth to use.” helping you guide your mouth down on to his cock. “oh fuck.” he sighed , throwing his head back. “such a good cock sucker.” he held the back of your head , using your mouth to get off. “god damn , such a good cock sucker.” he pushed your head down , gagging on his cock.

it was pure pleasure that you were feeling; heeseung pushed your legs to your chest as he pounded into you. “oh fuck such a good cocksleeve huh , letting us use you like this - fuck - is this what you think about when you’re in here alone?” he grunted. “playing with your pretty pussy while thinking about your best friend use you like this.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “look , we’ve fucked her dumb.” jake still using your mouth. “sh-shit , should’ve used this mouth long ago.”

“wait until you feel her pussy , fuck i’m in heaven.” you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you; unable to warn them , your legs shaking as you came— no you squirted , all over heeseungs lower half. “of fuck , she squirted.” he pulled out , stroking his cock. “fu-fuck!” he came directly after ; painting your stomach white. “shit that was too fucking hot.” he huffed.

jake came not soon after; pushing your head down. “gonna let me cum in your mouth? fill your tiny throat with my seed?” you nodded. “good girl -fuck- then take it all the way.” he held your head down, groaning. “ah fuck.” his cock twitching as he came. “sh-shit.” he pulled out , tapping his wet cock on your cheek. “fuck , i’m still fucking hard.”

it didn’t stop there either , the three of you went at it for what felt like hours. sometimes one of them would take a break and you and the other would go at it , it was like the three of you were trying to drain each other of everything you had — and you did , the known but unknown tension in the apartment fueling the three of you until it didn’t any more and the three of you passed out right then and there , covered in sweat; the room smelling of sex.

you woke up last , the sheets were changed; your body covered in a shirt that wasn’t yours and a pair of panties. you slowly got up, the consequences of having your legs open for that long definitely caught up with you in your sleep , trudging down the hallway to the living room. “oh she’s risen.” jake said with a smile. “you’ve been out for 4 hours , i was certain you were gonna sleep the night , really did a number on you.” heeseung smirked to himself. “oh haha , laugh it up , sorry i don’t have the fucking stamina of a high rhino like you two.”

“us two?” heeseung said. “baby you’re the one with the never ending stamina.” he said as you sat down. “we were trying to keep up with you.” jake nodded in agreement. “at one point i was about to tap out completely.” your face was hot. “you’re either really freaked out or you really wanted to fuck us” you scoffed. “you definitely have many talents.” heeseung said. “you were real eager to show us them too.”

“says the only who was overly excited to play tongue twister with his best friend in between my legs.” you bit back. “why am i in it?” jake said. “you and that mouth , gonna get you in trouble.” he said. “really?” jake stood up from the table. “count me out this time , i have nothing left in me.” he left the both of you at he table. “i’d rather tap out now , than embarrass myself by shooting blanks later , you two have fun.”

heeseung burning holes into your skin once again. “what are you looking at?” he didn’t say anything, just got down on his knees under the table opening your legs. “st-stop im sensitive.” you whimpered. “good.” he said.

“i want you in tears by time im done this time.”

©️LUVYENI

[songbirdseung]

hoodie boogie / lee heeseung🐹

walking into his closet and stealing his hoodies comes so naturally and like it's second nature for you to do, luckily for you; he finds you cute in them but he prefers you better in his arms

there was never a need to step into a shopping mall and waste money on oversized hoodies and tees just for the sake of comfort. no need to spend hours scrolling through countless online stores, adding cozy loungewear to your cart, only to be let down by its quality when it finally arrived at your doorstep.

not when you had unrestricted access to lee heeseung’s closet. (gosh, whatta dream)

at this point, it was second nature for you to waltz in, scan through his neatly hung collection of hoodies, and pick whichever one felt right for the night. they always smelled like him, a mix of his signature cologne and fresh laundry, making it feel like you were wrapped in his embrace even when he wasn’t around. girlfriend privileges, truly unmatched.

but, of course, heeseung had to make a big deal out of it.

“whose hoodie is that?” his voice, laced with suspicion, made you look up from your phone. he stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, his brows furrowed, his lips slightly parted in growing skepticism. he looked genuinely puzzled.

you blinked at him. “Uh… yours?” the confusion in your voice matched the way you tilted your head. “what are you talking about?”

heeseung’s frown deepened. “y/n, i’ve never seen that hoodie in my life.”

now it was your turn to look at him like he had lost his mind. “are you serious? hee, we literally bought this together last month.”

“when?”

“at the mall? the one where you spent, like, twenty minutes debating between this and the navy blue one?”

heeseung squinted at you, racking his brain. “wait… you mean the one i never got to wear because it mysteriously disappeared from the laundry the moment it was washed?”

you bit your lip, suppressing a smile. “…maybe?”

he let out an exaggerated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “unbelievable. i didn’t even get to break it in, and you’ve already claimed it.”

rolling your eyes playfully, you stretched out the sleeves, showing how they completely covered your hands. “well, it’s broken in now. and it’s comfy. and it smells like you.”

that last part made his irritation waver, replaced by a small smirk. “that so?”

you nodded, hugging yourself dramatically. “mhm. it’s like i’m cuddling you even when you’re not here.”

heeseung clicked his tongue, stepping closer, his fingers gently tugging at the hem of the hoodie. “cute, but I think I prefer you cuddling me instead.”

before you could react, he wrapped his arms around your waist, effortlessly pulling you into his chest. his warmth surrounded you, his scent now much stronger than the hoodie’s, and suddenly, the fabric between you felt unnecessary.

“see?” heeseung murmured, resting his chin on top of your head. “better than any hoodie, right?”

you sighed in defeat, melting into his hold. “fine. but I’m still keeping this.”

he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “yeah, yeah. just don’t steal all of them, or i’ll have to start hiding my favorites.”

you grinned up at him, mischief twinkling in your eyes. “oh, hee… it’s already too late for that.”

[lumosflairr]

Can I request a fic where George gets knocked out in quidditch practice and reader aka his girlfriend runs to check on him he's all confused and dizzy and flirts with her? Like those memes "hey girl you got a boyfriend?" "You are my boyfriend" "hEelL yeAH"

Dazed and Devoted - George Weasley

summary: George gets knocked out during Quidditch practice. When he wakes up, confused and concussed, he flirts with his girlfriend like he’s never met her before. And honestly? It’s kind of adorable.

warnings: none!

Word Count: 1.5k

Fred and George were showing off, as usual, turning every drill into a competition. You were perched in the stands, legs swinging off the edge as you watched George zip around the pitch like he hadn’t a care in the world. You’d told him earlier to please not die today, and he had given you a wink and said, “No promises, love.”

Typical.

Oliver was barking out orders below while Katie and Alicia ran plays overhead, but your eyes stayed on George. He always looked so alive on a broom, golden in the sunlight, wind-tossed hair everywhere, laughing like there was nothing else in the world to worry about.

And then—just like that—it changed.

One moment he was banking left to avoid a Bludger, and the next—

WHAM.

Bludger to the head. Clean hit.

You heard the thud before you saw it. George spun midair like a ragdoll, his broom zigzagging before he tumbled off and hit the grass with a dull, sickening sound.

“GEORGE!” you screamed, dropping your notes and sprinting from the stands before Madam Hooch could even react.

By the time you reached him, he was flat on his back, eyes half-lidded, a crooked smile on his face like he had just had the best dream of his life. He blinked up at you slowly.

“Hi,” he said, voice drowsy and slurred. “Are you an angel?”

“George—Merlin, George, are you alright?” you asked, dropping to your knees beside him, brushing back his hair to check for blood. “Fred! Someone get Madam Pomfrey!”

He blinked again. “Whoa. You’re really pretty.”

You froze, eyes narrowing. “Okay, yeah. He’s definitely concussed.”

George propped himself up slightly on his elbows and squinted at you, like he was seeing you for the first time. “Hey… hey, uh, do you have a boyfriend?”

You stared at him. “Seriously?”

He grinned goofily. “Because if not, I’m available. Just saying.”

You bit back a laugh. “George, I am your girlfriend.”

His face lit up like a Christmas tree. “No way. For real?”

“For real.”

He pumped a lazy fist into the air. “Hell yeah.”

Fred, who had just run over, nearly tripped over himself laughing. “He’s either dying or just scored the best news of his life.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Both, apparently.”

George reached up and gently patted your face, missing your cheek and hitting your chin instead. “You’re so soft. Have I told you you’re soft?”

“You’ve told me lots of things, love. Most of them nonsense.”

“Bet I said them real smooth though.”

Fred muttered, “He flirts better concussed than I do fully functioning,” earning a glare from you.

Madam Pomfrey finally arrived, puffing and muttering under her breath. “Step back, step back, what did he do this time—bloody Weasley twins—”

“He caught a Bludger with his skull,” you said flatly.

“Coolest catch I’ve ever done,” George mumbled.

You brushed his hair back again gently, watching as Pomfrey waved her wand over his head and began muttering incantations. “You’re going to be okay. Just… try not to flirt with anyone else on the way to the Hospital Wing.”

George’s eyes fluttered closed briefly, then opened again, still dazed. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Got the prettiest girl right here.”

“Sweet-talker,” you said quietly, cheeks warm.

He smiled at you, soft and crooked. “Still can’t believe you’re my girlfriend. That’s like, winning the Triwizard Tournament but without the dragons.”

Fred piped up. “You do realize you’re gonna have to live this all down when you’re healed, yeah?”

George didn’t miss a beat. “Worth it.”

Pomfrey sighed. “Someone help me levitate this lovestruck idiot to the Wing before he starts serenading her.”

You stood up, still grinning as George kept his eyes locked on you, even while floating in mid-air. He reached out lazily, fingers wiggling in your direction. “I love you, random pretty girl.”

You leaned close and kissed his forehead. “Still your girlfriend, dork.”

He beamed, all bruised and dizzy and delighted. “Hell yeah.”

[ivyues]

Dreaming of Peaches ⋅ Bang Chan

Bang Chan had a dream of little curls and your eyes.

It had been a strange day. Chris had been acting a bit off, nothing too alarming, but enough for you to notice. He was quieter than usual, his touches lingering just a bit longer, as though he was lost in thought every time he looked at you. It wasn’t unusual for him to have moments of introspection, but today felt... different.

Later that evening, as you were settled in your bed, you felt his arms snake around your waist from behind. He pulled you close, his chin resting on your shoulder. His hand, warm and steady, came to rest on your stomach. It was comforting, and yet, there was a nervous energy about him.

“Chris,” you murmured, placing your hand over his. “Are you okay? You’ve been... distant today.”

There was a pause. You felt him shift slightly, his hand retreating as if it had been caught somewhere it wasn’t meant to be. That small movement made you turn around to face him. His eyes flicked away, uncharacteristically avoiding yours. That alone was enough to make you tilt your head in confusion.

“Hey,” you said softly, taking his hand in yours. “What’s going on? You know you can tell me anything if you want.”

His lips parted, but no words came out at first. He looked almost embarrassed, his ears tinged pink, and he ran a hand through his hair before meeting your gaze. “I... I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s... kind of silly, really.”

Your reassuring look must have encouraged him, because he sighed and began to ramble. “I had this dream last night. You were pregnant... and we had a little girl. She was running around, and she had my stupid curly hair and your eyes. And – I don’t know – it felt so real. When I woke up, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I don’t want you to feel pressured, or like I’m... pushing something on you, or that—”

“Chris,” you interrupted gently, squeezing his hand. He stopped mid-sentence, looking at you with wide, almost vulnerable eyes. “I don’t know what the future holds for us,” you admitted, your voice steady. “But if it’s with you, I’m not scared.”

There was a beat of silence before a smile broke across his face, soft and boyish. “She had your eyes,” he repeated, a hint of awe in his voice. “And the curliest little head of hair, just like mine. And—” He chuckled, his voice warming with amusement. “you had this little baby bump. Like, the cutest little bump I’ve ever seen.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the tension dissolve into something tender and warm. “The bump, huh? That’s what stood out to you?”

Chris’ ears turned a shade pinker as he grinned sheepishly. “I mean, yeah. You were glowing, and you kept resting your hands on it like it was the most precious thing in the world. I guess it just stuck with me.”

You looked at him thoughtfully, gently brushing a strand of his hair away. “Dreams can be silly, but can also hold wants of the heart. If ours don’t align, we should always be honest with each other. No matter what.”

Chris’s smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “You’re right. And hey, don’t worry, I’ve already got seven kids to take care of,” he said with a mischievous grin.

You laughed then raised an eyebrow, a thought hitting you. “By the way… what did we name the child?”

Chris paused for a moment, then let out a dramatic sigh. “I think we called her … Peaches,” he said, grinning like he had just solved the biggest mystery of the century.

You blinked at him, unable to hold back your laughter. “Peaches? Really?”

“Hey, it was your idea,” he teased, winking.

You gasped, still laughing, and held up your hands in protest. "Nonono, we are not naming our kid something like that," you said, eyes wide with disbelief.

Chris chuckled, the mischievous glint in his eyes never fading as you protested. But before you could argue further, he leaned in, silencing you with a gentle kiss. His lips were soft, a mix of affection and amusement, and the warmth of his touch sent a ripple of calm through you.

Shaking his head he mouthed the words "our kid" – almost as if he was testing the idea out in his own mind, as if it was too surreal for him to say aloud.

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A Soft Place to Fall

Azriel x Reader

Summary: When Azriel finds himself drawn to her warmth, her curves, her unapologetic softness, he knew he didn't stand a chance; and once he finally gave in, he'd never crawl back out of her arms, or her bed, again.

Azriel had spent five centuries mastering silence. He could slip through shadows, read a room with one flick of his cold golden eyes, and kill a man before his target ever heard a footstep.

And yet none of it prepared him for you.

None of it protected him from the way your laughter—bright, unfiltered—sank under his skin like sunlight in a place he’d long since left dark. Or the way you walked into a room with curves that refused to be quiet, hips that swayed like they knew his eyes were on them, thighs that whispered promises in the cradle of his dreams.

You were soft where others were sharp. Loud where others tiptoed around his silence. And you were kind to him. Kind. You looked at him like he wasn’t a weapon. Like he was a man.

And gods, he was fucked.

It started with glances.

One night at the River House, your thigh had brushed against his under the table. Just a second. Just a spark. But Azriel had spent the rest of dinner sitting stone-still, sweat between his shoulder blades, trying not to glance down at where the curve of your legs pressed so innocently against his. Like you didn’t know what you were doing.

He knew. Or hoped.

He went home that night and fucked his hand with your name on his tongue.

Over the following weeks, it only got worse.

His shadows told on him. Whispers of you undressing, fingers brushing lotion over your skin. Your voice, singing softly in your room when you thought no one was listening. The bond—Cauldron, the bond—was growing louder, insistent now, humming in his bones every time you walked by.

He began to crave you like blood. And it made him sloppy.

Sparring with Cassian? He caught a glimpse of you stretching on the sidelines and missed a block, got knocked on his ass. Mission debriefing with Rhys? Azriel didn’t hear a word—because you’d walked in wearing a dress that hugged the dip of your waist and the swell of your hips like a sin.

But he couldn’t touch. Not yet.

He didn’t know if you felt it. The bond. The way it pulled on him like a hook in his ribs, dragging him closer to you with every breath. You deserved more than a man who didn’t know how to be soft. A man who burned and bled and broke.

But then… you smiled at him.

That day in the training ring, your face flushed, thighs trembling from the workout, sweat glistening between your breasts—he snapped.

"You alright?" you asked gently, blinking up at him as he stalked toward you, dark and silent.

"No," he said hoarsely. “No, I’m not.”

You looked up at him with that wide-eyed kindness, a little confused, a little wary. “Az…?”

“I need to show you something.”

He didn’t give you time to overthink. Just took your hand and led you through the House—past the halls where his shadows curled and listened, past the tension thrumming in his chest—to the bathing chamber. Quiet. Private.

Sacred.

When the door shut behind you, you stood very still. “Is something wrong?”

Azriel turned to you, heart in his throat. “I think you’re my mate.”

Silence. Thick. Shocking.

You blinked, once. Twice. “You think—?”

“I know,” he said, stepping forward. “I’ve known for months. Since the moment I saw you. The bond—it’s been screaming at me, and I’ve been pretending I can ignore it. But I can’t anymore. Not when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m yours.”

The bath steamed behind him, sweet with oils and magic. And you—beautiful and wide-eyed and so damn soft—stood before him like a vision.

He raised a scarred hand. Let it hover near your cheek. “Say something. Please.”

You stared at him, lips parted, and then whispered: “Why me?”

Azriel exhaled, voice thick. “Because your laugh sounds like something I want to protect. Because when you walk into a room, I don’t see shadows—I see a future. Because your thighs drive me insane, and when you smile at me, it hurts. And because I would burn the world if you asked.”

Your eyes shimmered.

“Let me show you,” he said. “Please.”

And you nodded.

He undressed you slowly.

Azriel had never gone to war with trembling fingers, but he did now—unlacing the front of your tunic, pushing the fabric down your arms, eyes drinking in every glorious inch you revealed.

Your breasts spilled free first, soft and full and gods, he wanted to mouth at them for hours. Then your waist, the slight dip of your belly, the luscious curve of your hips.

You reached to cover yourself, instinctive.

“Don’t,” he rasped. “Don’t you dare hide from me.”

And when you dropped your arms, vulnerable and trembling, Azriel fell to his knees like he’d been commanded by the gods themselves.

You gasped as he kissed the inside of your thigh, his voice shaking with reverence. “I’ve dreamed of this. Every damn night.”

Then his mouth was on you.

Azriel worshipped you like a prayer—his tongue seeking, finding, devouring the sweet bundle of nerves that made you moan and buck against his face. He gripped your thighs with reverent hands, spreading you open wider for him, shadows caressing you like a second touch.

When your thighs clamped around his head, he groaned—groaned—like it was the only place he’d ever belonged.

“That’s it,” he whispered against your slick. “Use me, sweetheart. Let me feel you fall apart.”

You came for him like a breaking wave. Then again. And again. Until your legs shook and your voice was hoarse from moaning his name.

When he finally rose, your eyes were glazed, your lips kiss-bruised from his.

“Bath,” he murmured, lifting you easily into the water.

You curled into him, back to his chest, the warm water cradling you both. His hands never stopped moving—palming your belly under the surface, stroking the curve of your hip, dragging lazy circles along your inner thigh.

“You drive me mad,” he said, lips against your ear.

“I didn’t mean to.”

He smiled. “I think I was waiting for someone like you. Someone who wouldn’t flinch when I said I’m broken. Who would still want me when I got like this—desperate and wild.”

Then he kissed you.

Not fierce. Not possessive. Just full. Devout. Like a man finally drinking water after years of thirst.

Later, as he dried you off with his own hands—slow, careful, utterly in love—he murmured: “You're mine now.”

You smiled up at him. “And you're mine?”

Azriel lowered his head. Rested his brow against your belly.

“I’ve always been yours.”

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drunken love confessions by dreamies

⤷ summary : drunk texts/voicemails/etc you receive.. to see drunk nct dream accidentally (not) confessing their love to you.

warning : a little suggestive for jenos.

𓂃 annas note : i mixed this idea and some prompts i’ve got written down to do this. hopefully you guys enjoy!! :3 it was fun writing.

MARK LEE :

you received 1 new voice message: today, 2:30am.

you open your voicemail and see that mark had left you one. you were a little confused and a bit worried but you put it on speaker as it played. all you could hear was some loud music blasting and marks voice over the top of it, his words slurred. you shake your head, ‘oh god.. i can only imagine what this is going to be.’

“i can’t believe you didn’t pick up ynnie.. missed you so much today, you know? i don’t know, there’s something about the vibe when you’re not here like it’s just not as lively as it usually is. maybe that’s just me. haha. um- uh- i really don’t know what to say because i expected you to pick up but i do realise it’s late so i apologise about that, i lost track of time there haha.. well, me and the boys went out drinking and.. maybe i had a little more than i expected but like, i wanted to relax, you know? wind down a bit. i was going to say something but i forgot-“ he got cut off by another males voice, sounded like jeno, “he was going to admit he likes you~” and then you heard a loud slap. “jeno!!” mark whined. “god anyway, yes i was going to confess to you. i just.. these past couple of months, they’ve been great you know, we’ve been hanging out a lot more and personally i feel we’re growing to be more than friends hahaha.. i really do like you, no scratch that, i think i love you. i like.. love you more than anyone else i’ve ever done before in my life. it’s crazy- haha- you know when you’re in love? you just feel so different like a changed man.. well maybe not a changed man but you know what i mean, right? i just feel like ive become a better person with you by my side and i really-“ dial tone.

and the voicemail was over. you just chuckled to yourself, fanning your cheeks as you felt yourself grinning just a little too much at his cute confession. you’ll text him about it shortly - for now, you need to calm down your racing heart.

HUANG RENJUN :

you received 2 new voice messages: today, 1:27am.

“mmmm… ynnie? ah, you didn’t pick up. it’s okay, i’ll leave you a voicemail. so.. um, it was really nice seeing you before! i’m so sad you had to leave so early though, we were just getting so settled with one another and the others stopped teasing me for a bit.. they’re back to it now because i look like a ‘kicked puppy’ apparently without you here. maybe i feel that way because i miss you.. i miss your company already please come back!~ anyway what i wanted to call about was.. godddd, why are you so stupid? huh? so so stupid and so blind to not see what i was trying to do with you. i thought you’d be able to but you’re so oblivious all the time.. i bet you’re like, huh? with that cute tone of yours and the way you tilt your head.. ahh..~ what i mean is, that.. that i’m so in love with you. with everything about you. from your perfect tone of voice, your beautiful eyes that shine when you see something that you like, the way you look up at me, the way you dress, your personality.. it’s so hard not to fall for someone as perfect as you..”

next voicemail.

“shit i got cut off- but anyway, you know like.. i hope you reciprocate my feelings but- but if you don’t it’s okay, we can just pretend like this never happened and go back to the way things were. i don’t want to make you uncomfortable but i fear i might’ve and oh god— hold on, jisung doesn’t look so good.”

LEE JENO :

LEE HAECHAN :

haechan's voice was the only thing ringing through your ears at this moment in time, the dimly lit room and on goers to the party soon fading into the background. he was out of his mind- flushed cheeks, unfocused eyes and a lazy grin that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"you live in my head and my heart, can't you see that?" his words are slurred but the desperation in his voice was unmistakable. your breath caught in your throat, "haechan, you're drunk." you claim.

he scoffed and ran a frustrated hand through already messy hair, "yeah? so what. doesn't make it any less true." his gaze locked onto yours, raw and pleading. "you're always here." he tapped his temple. "and here," his hand clutched at his chest. "i don't know how to make you see it."

the weight of his confession pressed between you, heavier than the alcohol in his system. what were you supposed to say?

NA JAEMIN :

ZHONG CHENLE :

you received one new voice message, today at 7:00pm .

"you know.. you should’ve said it earlier, idiot. i love you, can’t you see? i can’t believe you waited until you got out of my car to say that just so you could run off. you’re lucky you’re cute. meet me tomorrow at the restaurant, ‘kay? you know which one i’m on about and dress nicely. i’ll treat you like you deserve alright.” he says to you on the other line. you couldn’t help but fight back a small smile coming onto your lips, of course chenle would say that.

PARK JISUNG :

you and jisung had spent the whole day together, gaming and having a laugh, shared cuddles and looks that were definitely more than platonic. everyone around you guys had told you that there’s no way you’re both just friends, there’s some tension and you didn’t realise that until now. when you look up at jisung after cuddling on his chest, you notice him focusing his gaze on the tv, biting back a smile as he can sense your eyes on him. your heart jumps in your chest. shit. was it just the alcohol you both had drunk 2 hours ago or was it your feelings? maybe the second option. for sure.

“hey, yn, can i say something to you?” jisung mumbled as he finally looked down at you, you just hum in response. he lets out a deep sigh and bites his lip, “um.. well, i’m head over heels for you. you deserve to know and im sorry i’m only telling you this now. i can’t hide it anymore, i really can’t do it. i love you. a lot. and i-“ you didn’t let him finish, pressing a hard kiss to his lips as he melts into it with a groan.

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❥ 𝟶𝟸: 𝙼𝚢 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜/ 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜

✳︎ 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜! 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 $𝟷𝟶 "𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝟼" 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜! [𝚂𝚞𝚗, 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝙹𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗] 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜!

✳︎ 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎... 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚢. 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝/𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜... 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞!

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚜-𝟾𝚝�� 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢:

Everything they say about this placement is true. She’s nothing to play with, she’ll leave you dead in a ditch or some subversion of Joe Goldberg. Even though me and this guy never had any romantic aspects within our synastry charts and I consider him a friend (?). The sexual tension is THERE. My mars was also hitting three more of his other personal planets. It’s easy to say that I’ve been attracted to him before on multiple occasions. But I chose to leave it alone for the sanity of our “friendship.”

Idk if anyone else could relate, but usually with this overlay. There was a tendency where I’d hang out with them only after 9pm. I felt as if I was hidden away and I was only able to be my true self when I hung out alone with them (reminder—several other 8th house overlays).

And for some reason, even though within our synastry aspects, there’s no indication on romance, the tension was sharp and unbearable at times. Intense eye contact, sitting so close that your thighs can touch but you’re waiting on the other person to make that move. Thinking of each other suggestively. I’m also pretty comfortable talking about sexual topics, or at least the topic of it is pretty common whenever we’d talk lol.

Sometimes, I’d stare into his eyes and I could see him cower and look away. Seeing the way he submitted like that was WOW!! (Natal mars 10th house talking).

Now, onto feeling like Joe Goldberg. Yes.

Even though I am a scorpio, and loving intensely is in my nature to a fault. Even if you so have a cusp of mars-8th house synastry. They interfere inside of your subconscious at any time and any place. It becomes to the point where it gets obsessive. From the moment you wake to the first breath of your slumber, to the dirtiest of dreams, it’s them. You’re most likely to have sexual dreams about someone when their mars is in your 8th and vice versa. Than your 7th house.

More about sex, I think the reason why I got so obsessed was because I knew he could please me. Everything I knew I was into, I knew deep down he could do. And also deep down, I knew he wouldn’t be opposed if he got the chance.

𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗-𝟷𝟸𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢:

Oh girl, talk about hidden enemies. See, I also had this placement with the guy I just talked about. And to make things clear. As the 12th-houser, there were a lot of mixed signals on where we stood with our friendship in my opinion. He made me feel as if I was only able to converse with him at night. Like I was continually only able to reside in the shadows and keep hidden away from he’s regular occasions within his daily life. And I hated that. It came to the point where he’d completely ignore me in public. I felt as if all those nights we spent together meant nothing when the sun was out. It made me so confused about whether he liked me or not, and it did a lot of damage to me personally. It always felt as if I was walking on eggshells whenever we'd first meet, and then it would disappear by the end of the night.

That’s why I was also never truly able to open up with him, I felt as if we were on two different mental capacities and he could only handle so much. I’d also say, when having someone’s moon in your 12th house, it may be hard to be vulnerable. I didn’t like being that way around him because I knew he wouldn’t care for me the way I knew I needed to be. Overall, wouldn’t recommend.

𝚂𝚞𝚗-𝟾𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢:

This was definitely a hard aspect to have within synastry. It doesn’t make it any better that I also had moon-8th house synastry with this person as well. It was definitely something very deep and invasive for them as the house person compared to me as the sun. As a Scorpio (Sun person), I’m all for emotional depth and connecting on a spiritual level than something that cannot sustain beyond base-level conversations.

So naturally, I don’t mind having conversations about the hard topics. And usually whenever we’d talk, we’d somehow end up there. Usually whenever I would talk to this person, they were very self-deprecating, pessimistic, and logical about their emotions, self-improvement, beliefs, etc. And I didn’t like that at all. Because I knew that there was someone that I saw within them that could change them for the better. And to help with that, I’m gonna make them aware of how they talk about themselves, the type of energy they bring to a room, instead of complaining… I’m gonna give you a step by step guide on how to be better!

Now, we never got into a relationship. But I could tell that if we did, this would’ve been something I could’ve been scolded for. Usually, I can come off very straightforward and assertive when talking about situations like this. And it’s truly because I want the best for them. On the other hand, this person didn’t want to try. They didn’t care for their own well being and I can’t hold onto that energy and have you weigh me down as well.

Leading me to state that I can see through their facade, and I see all the bull. I was easily able to spot all of the negative characteristics that this person had and assess them to my liking. And now, whenever I see them. That’s sadly, the only person I can see. Everyone thinks that they’re this, that, and the third with a side of chips. But in reality, there’s something more dark and contorted within them that only I can see. Yes, we are not on speaking terms. Only waving terms lol.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚘-𝟷𝟸𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢:

Now, I already have my natal Pluto within the 12th house. So mental suffering is my fortè. But this… I can’t. Every guy within my generation will have their natal Pluto in my 12th house and I can’t do anything about it!! This guy genuinely had me so messed up that I went into some self-induced inner child therapy. For some reason, it’s like my soul is on display for them. Like every dark aspect of my soul and heart is at play for them. And I can’t do anything about it. It seems like any man born into my generation is a karmic lesson, and I’m right!

𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚑-𝟺𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢:

Having this synastry placement is hard as hell imo. As the Lilith person, I was attracted to house person whilst they were in a relationship. As soon as I found out they broke up, I was all over them. Something in me was so attracted to the way I’d see them act as an active partner, and I knew that it was something I was yearning for within my own relationships. It came to the point where I had to physically distance myself from this person because I knew that the feelings I had were wrong, and it was something that shouldn’t happen. But at the same time, I couldn’t have cared less.

Even when they were in a relationship, I admitted to having a crush on them. Because… I just didn’t care lmao. Looking back on it now, I realize that was truly weird behavior and something you definitely shouldn’t do. This also applies to individuals with Lilith in their natal 7th house!

𝚄𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚜-𝟷𝚜𝚝 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢:

As the planet person, usually when you have this type of synastry with a person, it shows that you have a strong, unusual attraction to them. They aren't your usual type or someone you could "play safe" with. For me, this person was truly unique looking and very attractive to me. Even though he didn't fit my personal type requirements... I was kinda ready to throw all of that out the window for him lmao. Or this is definitely an indicator that you’d be seen as a “unique” looking couple. Something never before seen, take what I say with a grain of salt. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!

✿ 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜

[arislore]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆.˚જ⁀➴ You’re a Dream to Me

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Profiler!Reader

Summary: You’re lonely on a case. Who else to comfort you than Spencer, your boyfriend?

Warnings: nipple play if u squint, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex

Tags: first ever smut fic!!! woooo!!! bigger text under the cut.

Word Count: 2.3k

A sharp knock on your hotel room door had you alert. You fixed your hair and smoothed your shirt, looking out the peephole. There stood Spencer, his ear-length hair wilder than usual. You opened the door, ushering him in, then swiftly closing it behind him.

“Is everything okay?” you asked him, your hand feathering over his elbow.

“Uh, yeah, you texted me,” he said, but it came out more like a question.

You furrowed your brows. “Right, yeah, sorry, I guess I forgot.”

“It’s fine. More than fine, really.” He took a step towards the bed, then stopped and looked at you. “Are you okay?”

“Yep, mm-hmm, I’m good.” You looked down, suddenly feeling all-too-hot under his gaze.

“Really?” He paused, putting his hand on your arm, then sliding it down to your hip. “Because you seem… nervous. It’s not like you.”

And it isn’t, not really. If anything, between the two of you, he’s the nervous one–always second-guessing himself and worrying that you’re not completely happy with him, even though you constantly remind him that he makes you happier than you’ve ever been.

“I guess I am, just a little bit,” you admit, letting out a long breath. You whisper, “I’ve never done this before.”

He smiles, although it’s unsure. “You’ve never done what?”

You pause, taking another deep breath. “Right, I guess you haven’t either.”

“What are we talking about?” He seems thoroughly confused, although he wouldn’t be if you could just get over yourself and spit it out.

“You know, sex!” You throw your hands in the air, then sigh, dragging them down your face. “I mean, like, with people I know in the next room. It’s new for me!”

“Wait, sex? We’re talking about sex?” His eyebrows shoot up, his mouth agape. “You could have led with that!”

“I thought it was obvious!” You laugh, covering your mouth.

He chuckles, holding your jaw in his hand. “Not even slightly.”

Your eyes flutter shut at the contact as you lean into his hand. “Okay, well, next time I text you at one in the morning that I’m lonely, please know that I’m talking about sex.”

“Okay, I think I got it,” He grinned, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.  He asks softly, “Did you still want to?”

You nod, kissing his palm. “Please.”

He dragged his thumb down to your lips, gently tugging on the bottom one. He kissed you slowly, his other hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. You molded your body to his, wrapping an arm around his neck. He grabbed your ass, making you gasp. He used the opportunity to explore your mouth. As he kissed you, he slid his hand down the front of your body, brushing his fingertips against your clothed nipple. You made a small sound of pleasure, but it was gone as quick as it came.

You pulled away from him, just to grab a breath, before diving back in, hungrier this time. He slipped his fingers under the hem of your shirt, moving them to your hips, and guiding you towards the edge of the bed. As your legs bumped it, he began kissing along your jaw, and lifting your shirt slowly. He pulled it over your head, his eyes raking across your figure, and landing on your bare breasts. Instinctually, you moved to cover them, but paused.

The goal is to be naked, isn’t it?

You realized that you’re much closer to that than he is, so you reach forward, unbuttoning his cardigan. You pushed it off of his shoulders, hearing a soft clack of the buttons when it hits the floor. You began working on his tie, struggling to undo the knot.

After a moment, he grabs your hands. He mumbles, “I can do it.”

“You shouldn’t do it so tight,” you told him, and he grins.

“It’s not tight.” He undid his tie in one motion, sliding it around and off of his neck. “See?”

“Show off,” you mumbled, undoing his shirt’s top buttons.

He worked on the bottom ones, meeting you in the middle. You pushed the shirt off of him, letting your fingers drag down his front, ghosting them over his growing erection. He sucked in a breath as your fingers danced along it, before pulling your hand away entirely and dropping it to your side.

You sat on the edge of the bed, pulling yourself towards the pillows and coaxing him on top of you. He settled on his knees between your legs, hovering over you.

He kissed you gently, running his hands up your sides and palming at your breasts.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” he mumbled, just barely audible. “Could look at you forever and never get bored.”

Heat rose to your cheeks as you tangled your fingers in his hair. “Please, Spencer.”

He tugged on your nipple, and you dropped your head back, exposing your neck. His breath fanned across your neck as he kissed it, kneading your breast in his other hand.

“Spencer…” you whined, placing your hands on his wrists.

He paused, lifting his head and looking up at you. “Hm?”

“Touch me, please…” You tucked his hair behind his ear, resting your hand on the back of his neck. “Need you so bad.”

How can he refuse?

“So pretty when you ask nicely,” he said softly, kissing your cheek before sitting up.

He unbuttoned your jeans, pulling down the zipper and tucking his fingers in at the waistband, pulling them to the curve of your ass.

“Up,” he said, and you lifted your hips.

He pulled them all the way off, grabbing your ankle and pulling you closer to him. You lost your balance, and landed on your back, your head on the edge of the pillows. You took a second to catch your breath, barely registering the feather-light touches of his lips against your leg, going up, up, up, until his breath was hot against your clothed cunt. He kissed your mound, then your clit, making you swallow, and hard. You lifted your head up to watch him, your heart beating faster when you made eye contact.

“You don’t have to…” you said softly, heat rising to your cheeks.

“Are you kidding? It’s my favorite part.” He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs.

He licked a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit as you tilted your head back, sucking in a breath. He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on it gently. You moaned softly, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He pulled back a few inches. “Look at me.”

You loosened your grip on his hair, meeting his gaze.

“I need you to be quiet, okay?” He traced his index finger around your entrance. “You don’t want anyone to hear you, right?”

You nodded as he dipped his finger in, then pulled it right back out.

“Need to hear your words.”

You nodded again, swallowing. “I’ll… I’ll be quiet.”

He smiled. “Good.”

He flattened his tongue against your clit, lifting it up and down as he pushed two fingers into your entrance, curling them up. Your eyes fluttered shut at the pressure. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and the only relief you got was his face against your cunt, lapping at your arousal.

“Fuck, Spencer… feels so good…” you said quietly, opening your eyes and looking down at him.

He hummed his approval at you, vibrating your clit. Your legs twitched as you began to close them, but he grabbed them and held them in place. His eyes were closed as he humped the bed, his little noises of pleasure muffled.

This continued until the pleasure grew unbearably. You had to bite down on your fist to keep from crying out. You began grinding your hips against his face, taking deep breaths. He started sucking on your clit again, this time a little rougher. Your legs closed around his head, too fast for him to stop you with just one arm as he fingerfucked you.

“Spencer…” you paused, covering your mouth to muffle your moans. “Gonna cum!”

He continued his motions exactly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You tugged on his hair, not sure if you want to pull him away or hold him in place. You settle for the latter.

Your leg muscles began to spasm. You let go of his hair so you could cover your mouth with both hands as you cried out, screwing your eyes shut until they hurt. He helped you through your orgasm, not stopping until you pushed him away, your palm against his forehead.

“Was that okay?” he asked, wiping his chin on the back of his hand.

You didn’t answer, unable to catch your breath. You went limp against the mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling. He crawled up your body and kissed you against your open mouth, making your taste your own arousal. His fingers intertwined with your own. You could feel his cock straining against his trousers on your leg, and you kissed him back, before pushing him away slightly.

“Do y’wanna fuck me?” you asked once you could breathe again, watching his round, brown eyes rake across your body.

He nodded, and you reached down to the waistline of his trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them, then pulling them down past his narrow hips. He pulled them off the rest of the way, tossing them onto the floor next to the bed. As he pulled his briefs off, you sat up a little bit, grabbing his cock and pumping it once, twice, three times, before he grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t,” he said softly, pushing your hand away.

He guided the head towards your entrance, pushing it in slowly. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist and digging your heels into his lower back.

“Please, Spence…” you whine, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer. “Need to feel you… all of you.”

He pushed the rest of his length in, groaning as he bottomed out. He stopped, waiting for you to adjust as you gripped his shoulder blades, your legs squeezing his waist.

“Move, please,” you managed to squeak after a moment, pulling him closer until his chest was flush against your own.

He began rocking his hips into yours as he kissed you, your fingers automatically tangling in his hair. You let a little ah, ah, ah, into his mouth, tilting your head back slightly. He fucked you slow and deep, holding your hips in place with his hand. The lewd noises coming from your bodies were enough to make anyone blush, but all you could focus on was how good he made you feel. He snaked his hand between your bodies, finding your clit within seconds. He rubbed it in tight little circles, causing your moans to get louder.

You moaned his name, and he grabbed your head and lifted it until your mouth was covered by his shoulder. He started fucking you harder, still just as deep inside you.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing along your neck. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Love you, too,” you whined, squeezing his shoulder blade. “Don’t stop, please.”

He would never dream of it, especially with the way you’re reacting to every little touch. You tilted your head until it was buried in the crook of his neck, your fingernails raking down his back. He hissed, arching his back slightly, the pace of his hips and fingers unrelenting. Your muffled moans grew louder and your eyes rolled back.

“Tell me how good it feels. Need to know,” he groaned into your ear.

You pried your face from his neck, moving a hand from his back to cover your mouth, muffling a moan, before uncovering it. “It’s so good, Spencer. The best I’ve ever had.”

It was true–no one had ever brought you the pure bliss Spencer had. It took some time for him to learn the technical aspect of sex, but he’s always been a quick study, and he practiced every day with you until he’d mastered it. No one had ever cared that much, and if you think about it hard enough, about how much he loves you, you might start to cry.

You moved your head back, kissing his neck as you got closer to the edge, and with the way his thrusts were getting sloppier, you figured he was close, too. All you could think was Spencer, Spencer, Spencer, like a mantra in your mind.  

Your whole body spasmed as you came, and your vision went white. You didn’t even notice that he pulled out, or that he came on your stomach, until he was no longer on top of you, and was instead on the edge of the bed, grabbing tissues to wipe you off with.

When he moved back, he kissed your forehead, wiping you off. He whispered, as if not to disturb you, “Let’s get you dressed.”

He grabbed a fresh pair of underwear from your go bag, as well as your Winnie the Pooh nightshirt. You were a little embarrassed when he pulled it out, but you brought it because it was old and comfortable, not because you thought it was sexy.

Before he came back over, he pulled his briefs back on. He placed the clothes on the bed, then paused, like he just remembered something.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” he said softly, bending down and kissing your shoulder.

He walked towards the bathroom, running the sink water. After a few minutes, he came back with a warm, wet washcloth, and parted your legs. He cleaned your arousal up, then turned back around and brought the washcloth to the bathroom again. When he came back, he grabbed your underwear, and helped you get it on, then your nightshirt. He crawled into bed with you wordlessly, draping a hand over your waist, and pulling you close.

“We should do that more often,” you mumble, curling into his chest.

“We’ll see if you still say that in the morning.”

[ahoystevee]

Thinking about season 2 steddie post upside down tunnel nonsense where Eddie gets a job as the new pizza delivery boy in town but really it’s just a more inconspicuous way of being able to do door to door drug drops without the cops riding his ass. He wanted a new amp. The new amp required money. It was perfect.

(Plus this way the piss poor two bucks an hour rate is way more tolerable when he’s getting a hearty bonus on top of it with every delivery he does.)

Word quickly spreads around Hawkins high of Eddie’s new little business endeavour. The other guys at the pizza place are so confused because, like, yeah. Fridays and Saturdays are obviously their busiest days. But it’s never been this busy before. And not to mention they’re getting double the orders they normally get on weekdays.

But they’re not complaining. At least it’s not so fucking boring anymore.

Eddie rocks up to house parties, chill hangout sessions, lonely nights in. They take the pizzas and follow Eddie to the boot of his car where he has an apothecary of powders, pills, and plants. Sometimes if he’s lucky they’ll give him a beer or a cigarette on top of the flat fee just because they’re so happy to see him. It’s perfect. The ruse is working.

It’s a Saturday night. He recognises the address for his next drop.

The Harrington house.

No doubt Steve’s parents are out of town again and he’s having some wild rager. Girls. Booze. Testosterone.

But it’s dead quiet. Eerily so. No drunken seniors spilling out onto the driveway. No pulsing bass from too loud music reverberating off of the walls and down the street. No shouting. No yelling. Nothing.

Steve opens the door.

Eddie hadn’t expected to feel anything when he first saw him. Not him. Not the guy who’d probably laughed when Eddie got shoved into lockers. Not the guy with the coiffed hair and empty hands that had never touched a fretboard in his life. Steve Harrington was supposed to be a walking cliché. Basketball team, lip gloss smile, Camaro dreams.

Blood had dried in uneven lines down the side of his face, crusting near his temple. One eye was nearly swollen shut, the other glassy with confusion or pain or maybe both. His lip was split open, an accidental red so stark against the paleness of his face it felt almost ornamental. Like a careless artist had painted it there, just to see how it would look.

Eddie couldn’t stop staring.

Just held the pizza box in both hands dumbly, pressing it forward like an offering. Mouth agape, eyes blown wide.

“Thanks. But I think I’m gonna need something stronger.” Steve just about manages to say.

“Uh—yeah. You, uh—you don’t look like you should be making jokes.” Eddie mutters.

Steve winces as he leans against the doorframe.

“Don’t worry, the pizza’s for the kids. I’m the one who needs—the extracurriculars.”

Eddie was still staring. Well, he was trying his hardest not to and failing miserably.

“Right. Yeah. Kids get the pepperoni, King Steve gets the controlled substances.”

Steve huffs a laugh, winces again.

“Retired monarch. That’s Hargrove’s deal now.”

“Jesus.” Eddie exhales. “That’s why your face looks like a Picasso painting?”

“Yeah.” Steve grimaces, probably embarrassed. Mostly in pain.

“Dude, I think you should be in a hospital.”

Steve shrugs casually, like he’s not about to pass out.

“I’ve had worse.” He says, trying his hardest for cavalier but starts swaying slightly.

“Okay, not really. But it sounds cool when people say that.”

Eddie squints. “How old are these kids?”

“Uh”—Steve ponders, looking around at nothing. “Y’know I’m not actually sure. They’re pretty small but mostly aggressive.”

“Old enough to sit on their own for a couple hours?” Eddie asks.

Steve shrugs again. “Probably. One of them’s old enough to steal and drive a car. The red haired one, anyway.”

And that’s pretty much how Eddie Munson ended up sitting in a hospital waiting room with Steve Harrington and his concussion on a Saturday night. Steve’s hands were braced on his knees, ice packs balancing on his knuckles. Eddie just kinda sat there with another ice pack pressed against his eye. Not daring to even look at him.

Eddie got fired the next day for going AWOL on their busiest night of the week. He didn’t care.

Steve bought him the amp and the strings to say thank you.

[humpster35]

Do you want some?

bsf!reader x fuckboy!chris

I watched as Chris eagerly opened a bag after going to the store. The brown haired boy opened his mouth in shock as he held up a tiny heart shaped lollipop. I watched in awe,it was so like Chris to be excited over something as simple as a lil lollipop. I grabbed my phone and tried to sneakily take a picture of the scene.

“Hold still.”

“Still?—Y/n? Ohmygod are you serious bruh.” Chris laughed as he sat next to me on the sofa.

“Christopher Owen, I have every right to do this.” I giggled and cupped his chin as if I were his mom. Looking at him dead on, I never noticed how delicate and carefully sculpted his face was. I mean sure he was a triplet and i’ve never seen Nick or Matt in that light but, with him, it’s different.

Chris was the kind of guy you’d only get to dream about. The kind of guy who would buy you marbles instead of flowers because he thinks that you deserve the beauty of it. He was my kryptonite, my handbag, my star, but, he was my best friend.

Shaking my head I turn my attention back to Chris, he was fiddling with my phone before handing it back to me.

“Aight Aight. I’ll let you take a picture, under one condition.” Chris held up one of his fingers while smirking. I wanted to slap that stupid hat off.

“And what would that be?—.”

“—You have to post on your close friends that i’m your man.”

I shot him a confused expression.

“What?.” Running a hand through my hair as I scoot closer to him. “Christopher i’m not doing that.”

“Oh you got hoes?”

“….”

Chris bursted into laughter while holding his hat down. His teeth showing proudly, while his eyes grew smaller, they looked like upside down crescent moons. Beautiful.

“Fuck Y/n. We both know you have no one.”

Ouch. That fucking hurt.

“How would you know? You’re too busy sticking your tongue down every girls throat.”

I watched as Chris remained silent, only giving me a stern stare. Chris was never the type to get mad but he sure could be fucking petty.

“Can you change the channel?”

“Can you post the story?”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

“Can you get some bitches on your dick??”

Chris smiled and pulled the front of his hat down. I’ve always liked when he did that.

“You always been this obsessed with my dick ma?”

The redness in my face showed my emotion before I could even think of a good comeback.

“Shut the fuck up and watch Outer Banks like a good boy.” I reached over a grabbed a fistful of his hair and fake bit him.

“Mmm—only if you promise to be good when it’s time.”

My expression said all what I needed to say.

“Boy what the fuck is you talking about?”

We burst into laughter as I held my stomach. Chris hitting my side while I look away trying to hide my blushing face from the contact.

30 minutes later

Hearing the loud noises of Chris sucking on that stupid lollipop he had, I decided to glance over at him. Chris was laying back onto the couch, his legs were comfortably open like he usually has them. I, however noticed something else, he wasn’t even eating the lollipop. The sight of the sugary heart shaped piece of candy rested softly on a pink tongue. The same tongue that belonged to Chris.

“Why are you doing that?”

Chris looked up at me. His tongue immediately hiding back into his mouth before he spoke, which left the heart shaped candy thirsty for more.

“Doing what?”

“Chris you’re not even eating the fucking lollipop.”

Chris shrugs and sits up. His head turns towards me which makes the distance between us smaller.

“So are you going to finish it or what?”

Running a hand through my hair again I roll my eyes while I spoke. My ears perk up hearing a snicker from Chris.

“Do you want some?”

My eyes expanded as I tried to comprehend what he said. It was such a simple question and yet my body is reacting in a way that it has never before. What feeling is this? Was I scared of Chris Sturniolo? No. This feeling was something i’ve always felt, I just hid from it.

“You wanna give me some?” I say boldly while I watch a flicker of emotion in Chris’s eyes. He had thought something but decided to push it down.

“Mhm. Here cmon, open up.”

My head moved on its own, I was nodding before I could even speak. Chris gently held my chin as he brought the lollipop closer to my mouth. Leaning my head back a little, I felt his finger graze my lips.

“Chris what are you—.”

“Shh. I’m giving you it. Take it all.”

Still confused on what he really meant by that statement, I nodded and allowed him to open my mouth.

“Good girl. Goood girl.”

The simple breeze of cold air from the ac was dancing across my tastebuds until, sweetness. That’s all I tasted as Chris gently ran the lollipop over my tongue. I tried closing my mouth but I figure he knows what he’s doing so I let him continue rubbing the back of the lollipop onto my tongue before pushing it into the back of my mouth.

“Mmmph-.”

Chris smirked. He closed my mouth and stroked my hair.

“You like it?”

I nodded.

“Tastes good?”

Another nod.

“Heh. Fucking y/n. You’re doing so good for me. You want some more?”

My fingers grab the stick of the almost dissolved candy, I pulled it out with a longing for something more. But what?

“Yea. Chris this is almost gone.”

Spit flew onto his face from the built up salvia that stayed in my mouth due to him only rubbing the candy on my tongue.

“Shit. Fuck—i’m sorry Chris-.”

Chris licked his lips, before taking my face and pulling me closer to him.

“Lick it off then. It’s your mess, so clean it.”

“What?”

Giving him a second glance of reassure, I grabbed his jaw while I made sure to hold his face steady. The blue of his eyes were like daggers to my soul. I couldn’t hide from him even if I wanted to, he was always gonna see me, see through me. I blushed as my tongue softly guided itself up and down his nose.

“Mmmm yea. That’s the stuff.” Chris groaned as he closed his eyes. His hands rested on my hips as he slyly lifted me up and sat me down onto his lap.

“Chris i’m done.” I flashed him a soft smile. He was such a pretty boy, my hand stroked his hair as his eyes opened again.

“Y/n?” Chris said with a soft voice. He was rubbing my back.

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Time froze. My eyes stared into his, he wasn’t joking around. He genuinely wanted to kiss me, but why? Why wait all of this time to? Wasn’t he just fucking Jessica last week? Why now?

“Chris stop fucking joking around, it’s not funny.—.”

“—I’m not joking. You would know if I was, you know me better than Matt sometimes.” The last part his said more to himself than me, feeling vulnerable about it. He pulled me closer and held me. The sound of his beating heart made me wanna cry, this man whom I had been hiding and holding back feelings for, is alive. He’s alive and he wants to kiss me.

“Chris, you don’t have to ask.”

Hearing my words I feel Chris look down at me. He lifted my head then slowly pulled me in. We didn’t make contact, intense breathing of our desires held us back. Once we start, will we be able to stop? Can Chris hold back? Do I even want him to?

“Chris-.”

“Y/n.” His hands run down from my hair to my face holding it. The hotness in his breath closer.

“Chris.” I breathe out, while my eye brows turn upwards. The plead for him to take me.

“Y/n.” Chris moaned before he crashed his lips into mine. It felt as if the wind we had been breathing was filling my body up. I couldn’t think about anything else, the softness of his tongue. How wet his mouth was, how plump his lips felt against mine.

“Mmm ohhh Chris.” I moaned not knowing how to handle all of these feelings. He lifted my shirt off of my head and pushed me back into the couch. A low groan was heard as Chris started to grind against my pelvis.

“Fuck I wanna take you so bad. Wanna show you how much fucking control you have over me.” Chris said as he breathed heavily.

I nodded and pecked his lips. “Chris, take me.”

With three loud knocks on the door, Chris stopped his movement. Fuck. Matt and Nick were back.

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 H.S.K.T huh yunjin x reader

🥣⊹ ❝have you seen a woman like this before? I got what you need❞ - lee hi

↳ warnings idol!au, katseye!yn, swearing, fluff, cuteness I promise no angst

yunjin would never admit to being a playgirl or bad at relationships, but anyone who’s been involved with her would likely tell a different story.

she just couldn’t bring herself to commit to anyone. being an idol meant constantly being on the move, and she never felt the need to be tied down. with that mindset, she’d definitely broken a few hearts along the way, earning herself a bit of a reputation.

and she never really cared about the reputation, why should she? at least people knew what they were getting into. so what if she’d broken a few hearts? that wasn’t her problem. it’s not like she was looking to commit to anyone anyway.

boy, did those words bite her in the ass.

when yunjin first laid her eyes on yn it was through her introduction for the dream academy, she was pretty, like idol pretty, yunjin knew right away that fans would be drawn to her and vote for her without a doubt.

and seeing yn in person? don’t even get her started. yunjin was mesmerized. she vividly remembers stumbling over her words every time their eyes met while giving the girls advice, earning confused looks from her members.

hybe idols weren’t allowed to vote for contestants, but that didn’t stop yunjin from secretly voting for yn in every mission.

she was drawn to yn, so drawn that she completely lost it when she found out yn had secretly swapped numbers with sakura to get advice from someone who’d been in the industry for years.

“give me her number,” yunjin demanded, glaring at the older member, who looked at her like she’d grown two heads.

“no.”

“why?” yunjin whined, throwing herself face first into a pillow.

“because I know you,” sakura said firmly. “and I’m not letting you mess with this innocent girl.”

“wha—wha—” yunjin sputtered, lifting her head in protest.

“I said no,” sakura repeated, her tone leaving no room for argument.

yunjin needed another way to get in contact with yn. she spent weeks trying to figure it out, but every option seemed like a dead end. the contestants had their dms turned off on instagram, so that was out of the question.

but then the day finally came yn’s name was announced. the smile that spread across yunjin’s face in that moment was impossible to miss.

the plan was simple and smooth. she’d slide into yn’s dms, shower her with compliments, casually suggest that yoonchae and eunchae should exchange numbers and be friends, butter her up a little, and boom, yn would be on a plane to korea to visit her.

let’s just say it did not go as smoothly as she hoped.

she was hit with this.

sakura told me not answer you.

charming but now that I’m under hybe I’ve heard about you jennifer…

I’ll give you yoonchae’s number for eunchae tho 🫶

yunjin couldn’t believe it, her playgirl reputation was finally catching up to her, just as she was starting to see where something could actually go with someone.

nah.

she refuses to let this get in the way of her getting that girl.

she just needed another plan.

“unnie you sound crazy.” eunchae said watching yunjin pace in front of her.

“I sound crazy, genius,” yunjin shot back. “so here’s the plan you’re going to find out from yoonchae when they start doing promotions in korea, and you’re also going to slip in some nice things about me. can you do that?”

“uh…”

“if yoonchae approves of me, that’ll help. but I’m worried about sophia—she’s the one I need to win over. I’ll text her, make myself seem perfect... they all seem kinda protective of her, don’t they? I just need an in. I’m charming, I can easily win her over. and then there’s sakura unnie—she’s getting in the way,” yunjin rambled, already plotting her next move.

yunjin was determined to make her move. when katseye finally arrived in korea for their promotional activities, she wasted no time.

every day, she tried something new whether it was a flirty comment, a lingering touch, or a perfectly timed compliment but each time, someone would interrupt, and it always seemed like the universe was conspiring against her.

it started the very first day, in the hallway of the music show venue. yunjin was walking towards the stage when she spotted yn in the distance, standing by the snack table, talking to megan and manon. she couldn’t resist. she approached with a confident stride, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"hey yn," yunjin said smoothly, leaning in just a little too close, "you’ve been looking even more pretty since you got here."

yn raised an eyebrow but didn't seem fazed. "oh? is that so?"

before yunjin could reply, she heard a voice from behind her. "yunjin, stop bothering her," sakura called out from the other side of the hallway, arms crossed, her usual stern expression on her face. "can’t you see she’s busy?"

yunjin shot a frustrated look at sakura, who was already guiding yn back towards the group, while manon and megan followed, yunjin sighed and glanced at the floor, cursing under her breath.

later that night, after a long day of rehearsals, the two groups went out to eat at a popular bbq spot.

yunjin made sure to sit as close to yn as possible, her hand casually brushing against hers when she reached for the sauce. she smiled at yn, her usual flirtatious charm back in full force.

"you know, it’s funny," yunjin began, her voice low as she leaned in just a bit. "I’ve been thinking about you a lot. it's like you’ve got some sort of pull on me."

yn turned to her, playing with her chopsticks, a teasing grin creeping across her face. "oh really? and what kind of pull is that?"

just as yunjin was about to answer, a loud voice interrupted them. "yunjin, you’re blocking the sauce," kazuha said, not looking up from her plate, though she clearly noticed the interaction.

yunjin let out a long sigh, slumping in her seat. "seriously? can’t you guys let me have a moment?"

yn chuckled, clearly amused by yunjin’s frustration. "I’ve been complaining about you interrupting me all day but seems like you’re the one being interrupted."

"yeah, no kidding," yunjin muttered, but she didn’t give up. every glance she sent yn’s way was full of intent.

a couple of days later, they all went out to a late night cafe after finishing their schedule.

the atmosphere was more relaxed, all the girls scattered in little groups and yunjin took the opportunity to close in once again. she spotted yn sitting with manon and sophia laughing at something, and made her way over.

"sophia, you mind if I steal yn for a minute?" yunjin asked, flashing a bright smile at the girl, who seemed a little too amused by the situation.

"sure," sophia said, almost too casually getting up from her seat, she gave yn a knowing look before waving her off. "but remember, she’s not just anyone." manon added in a teasing voice, following behind sofia.

yunjin’s grin only widened as she slid into the seat beside yn. "I don’t need to be told twice," she said, her tone playful.

"wow, you’re persistent," yn teased, nudging yunjin lightly with her elbow.

"that’s because I know how to handle challenges," yunjin replied with a smirk. "and you are quite the challenge."

just as the conversation was taking a more flirty turn, eunchae wandered over, almost dragging yoonchae behind her. "isn’t it late?" eunchae asked, eyeing the two of them suspiciously. "yunjin unnie, we have practice early tomorrow."

yunjin rolled her eyes but stood up, a playful grin on her face. "I guess this isn’t meant to be."

yn watched her with amusement in her eyes. "maybe you’ll get your moment eventually," she teased, though her tone was softer, almost encouraging.

days passed, and yunjin’s frustration grew. she kept trying to get yn alone, but every time, something or someone would pop up. and then, just a couple of days before katseye was scheduled to return to la, it happened.

yunjin found herself alone with yn, just the two of them walking down the hallway, the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

"yn," yunjin said, her voice suddenly serious. "I know my reputation isn’t the best. I’ve got this whole image.. but I want you to know... I want you. and I want this. I know it’s a mess, but I can’t stop thinking about you. since I first saw you on that introduction screen, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind."

yn paused, her smile faltering for just a moment. she leaned against the wall, crossing her arms “you’ve got quite the reputation yunjin, I’m kind of scared.”

yunjin’s heart raced. "I’m not playing games, yn. I’m serious. just... let me show you. let me prove it."

yn bit her lip, her eyes searching yunjin’s face for sincerity. after a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice playful but knowing. "alright, one chance, yunjin. but that’s all you get."

“one chance is all I need.” yunjin said a sly smile making its way to her face.

"just know, you're gonna be the one telling everyone about us," yn replied, her tone teasing. "no one actually thought i'd give in, it’s just been all fun and games for them.”

the smile on yunjin's face faltered, her confidence momentarily slipping. "what?"

yn's grin widened as she took a step back, glancing over her shoulder. "have fun telling sakura," she sang, her voice light with amusement.

and with that, yn turned and walked ahead, leaving yunjin standing in the hallway.

“shit.”

[allmondbuttergirl]

pick a pile - you vs you

༘⋆ Before you begin, take a moment to center yourself and reflect on your current journey. Trust that the universe has a plan for you, and the messages you receive today are here to help guide you towards your next steps. Pick an image whose energy you're drawn to the most. ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

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✧ Pile One

🧿 What the Cards Say: The Hanged Man · Four of Pentacles

✨ The thought that bruised you — The Hanged Man says, "You're stuck. You're wasting time. You should be further ahead. Everyone else is moving forward but you…"

✨ How your inner child responds — Four of Pentacles says, "I’m holding on because I’m scared, not because I’m lazy. Can’t you see that? I’m protecting what I have, because so much was taken before."

This thought criticizes your stillness, but your inner child speaks in trembling honesty: your inner child is holding on purely out of safety. The Hanged Man shows the pause; the Four of Pentacles, the grip. Both are here because something once felt out of control. Your inner child says, "Please don’t confuse fear with failure. I need to feel safe before I can move again." You are not behind. You are exactly where you are meant to be. This pause is not the end. It’s the breath before the leap.

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✧ Pile Two

🧿 What the Cards Say: The Star · The Tower (Reversed)

✨ The thought that bruised you — The Star says, "You’re dreaming too big. You’re unrealistic. Why do you always think you’re special? You’re not meant for that dream."

✨ How your inner child responds — The Tower (Reversed) says, "Because I had to believe in something after everything crashed. I dreamed because the world crumbled. I needed something to believe in. Hope saved me."

Hope can feel foolish when the world has taught you to lower your expectations again and again. But your heart has never stopped believing. Your inner child says that dreaming was never a flaw. It was medicine. The Tower reversed shows rebuilding, and maybe terrified of more collapse. But The Star reminds us hope was the only light you had. You're not naïve, actually you are resilient. Your belief in beauty saved you when the world felt brutal. Your dream isn’t silly. It’s sacred. And it’s closer than you think.

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✧ Pile Three

🧿 What the Cards Say: Ace of Swords · The World

✨ The thought that bruised you — Ace of Swords says, " You think too much. You overthink everything. You’re too intense. Just let it go already. You always need to figure everything out."

✨ How your inner child responds — The World says, "But this is how I make sense of what hurt me. I’m not overthinking. I’m trying to understand why it all hurt so much. I need to make sense of it."

Your mind is sharp, and sometimes it hurts to carry that blade. But it’s also your gift, your mirror, your map, your compass. This voice you need to understand. But your inner child was left with puzzles and missing pieces, and the way to heal is to complete the picture. The World affirms that you’re seeking closure, not control. Here, a desire for clarity is a form of healing. The Ace of Swords is clarity but clarity can cut. And your inner child says, "I think a sharp mind is a gift, not a curse. Please don’t shame me for needing truth."

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✧ Pile Four

🧿 What the Cards Say: Nine of Swords · Ten of Wands

✨ The thought that bruised you — Nine of Swords says, "You’re too much. You’re always anxious, always overreacting. Get over it. You’re too sensitive. You make things harder than they need to be."

✨ How your inner child responds — Ten of Wands says, "Then why do I feel like I’ve been carrying the weight of everyone’s silence? Why do I carry so much that isn’t mine?"

This thought is cruel, blaming you for your own suffering. But your inner child fires back with the truth, this pain didn’t come from nowhere. Your inner child is carrying burdens, it can be generational, emotional, invisible. Your inner child didn’t ask for the heaviness, it was just picked up because no one else did. You don’t have to carry it all. Some of those burdens were never yours to hold. Now, there's a feeling of exhaustion. The Nine of Swords is a private hell; the Ten of Wands, a heavy one. Your inner child asks for acknowledgment: "If I’m overreacting, why do I feel like I’ve been holding up the sky?"

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[joluvsfinnick]

Letters Left Behind

f!reader x finnick o’dair

summary - a box of letters, penned by Finnick to his lover, words of love, hope, and dreams of a wedding that may never come. through ink and tears, a love lost to time whispers between the pages, aching and eternal.

warnings - mentions of finnicks death and capitol life.

a/n - i’ve had this in my notes for a while and finally managed to finish it. it’s short because it hurts🗿 also, i’m such a sucker for letters if u couldn’t tell.

You don’t expect to see Annie at your door.

Not since the funeral. Not since the salt-slick morning you stood beside her on the shore, both of you wearing black and silence.

But there she is. Windblown. Pale. Clutching something carefully to her chest, a small wooden box wrapped in fraying fishing twine. She doesn’t say anything for a long time. Just holds it out to you like it weighs too much.

“He wanted you to have this,” she whispers. “He… he started them when we were kids.” Your fingers graze the twine, confused.

“Started what?” She blinks back tears.

“Letters. He started them when he was sixteen, said he was writing to the girl he’d fall in love with one day. I teased him, told him she’d never put up with him.” A soft, cracked laugh. “But he didn’t stop. Not once.” You glance down at the box. Your name isn’t on it. But somehow, you know it’s yours.

“He didn’t know who she was for a long time,” Annie says with a slight pause. When you pinch your eyebrows in confusion, she continues. “The girl he was writing too. But once he met you… he started calling her Pearl.”

You freeze. That was his name for you.

Soft as sea foam. Whispered into your hair at night. Scrawled across everything. Spoken like a secret when the rest of the world had taken too much. Annie places the box in your arms like it’s something holy.

“He made me promise. If he didn’t come back… I’d find you. I’d give you the words he never had time to say.” And then, without another word, she’s gone.

You don’t open it right away. You couldn’t. You sit on the floor of your tiny house, the sea whispering outside your window. You run your fingers over the lid like it might bite. It doesn’t. It only trembles. Finally, you undo the twine and lift the lid.

It smells like old salt and worn-out hope.

Inside are hundreds of letters. Folded neatly. Stained slightly by time and touch. Each dated. Some sealed with faded red wax. Others just tucked closed, as if he wrote them fast, needing to spill something before it vanished from him completely.

You lift the first.

The date hits you: he was sixteen. Still barely a boy, but still broken.

“To my future wife,

If you exist, God, I hope you exist. This is for you.

I don’t know your name. I don’t know where you live. But I think about you all the time.

Today I’m headed back to the Capitol for a short stay, so I’ll write to you again when I come back.

I hope you’re kind. I hope you’d know how to hold someone like me.

— Finnick”

You press a trembling hand to your mouth. It’s too much. And yet, You keep reading.

“To my future wife,

They dressed me up again today. Put me in gold. I smiled so hard my face hurt.

One of the Capitol women called me “the boy with the perfect mouth.”

I wanted to scream.

I hope, someday, you kiss me like I’m more than what they see.

—Finnick”

“To my future wife,

I dreamed of you last night.

You were laughing. Your hair was a mess. You didn’t care who was watching.

You touched my face like I was something soft.

No one’s touched me like that in years.

— Finnick”

Your tears come quietly. You’re not even sure when they started. Letter after letter, he reaches toward someone who didn’t exist yet. And then,

He meets you.

You feel it the moment it shifts. The letters stop saying “To my future wife.”

They begin with the nickname that shatters you.

“Pearl,

I think it’s you. I think I met you today.

You called me out when you were in line behind me and you heard me flirting with the grocer just to get some free bread.

Then you smiled at me like I wasn’t a weapon.

That’s never happened before.

— Finnick”

You pull another.

“Pearl,

I touched your hand today.

I didn’t mean to. I brushed against your fingers while passing you that stupid book you wanted me to read.

And I swear to God, I felt it in my throat.

I can’t stop thinking about it.

— Finnick”

“Pearl,

You hugged me today.

You hugged me.

I don’t think you even knew what it meant to me. You were just cold.

But you wrapped your arms around me like it was the easiest thing in the world.

And I almost cried right there.

Because no one hugs a Capitol boy unless they want something.

But you just held me.

— Finnick”

“Pearl,

I kissed you today.

I didn’t plan it. I panicked. You were laughing and the sun was behind you and you were saying something ridiculous about how you’d never marry a man who eats oysters.

So I did the only thing I could think of: I kissed you.

And you kissed me back.

My hands were shaking for hours.

— Finnick”

The light outside fades. District 4 slips into evening. You’re surrounded by pieces of him, and it still doesn’t feel like enough. You wonder if it ever will.

Finally, you reach the last letter.

The paper is newer. The handwriting shakier. The date? It’s from the week before the mission in the Capitol. The week before the tunnel.

You already know what it is. And still, you open it.

“Pearl,

I’ve been writing you letters since I was sixteen.

Can you believe that?

I used to think I was writing to someone imaginary. A soft place in a hard world.

But it was always you. It’s always been you.

I don’t know how this ends. I hope I come back to you. I hope I get to see the way your nose scrunches when you laugh, and the way you fake being annoyed when I flirt with you in front of people. I hope I get to wake up next to you for the rest of my life.

But if I don’t,

Please know this: I wasn’t afraid to die. I was only afraid to leave you behind.

You were the only thing in this world that felt untouched. Unbought. Mine.

I wanted to marry you. No, not wanted, I want. If I come back, I will.

I’ll say something stupid at our wedding. I’ll cry halfway through my vows as I talk about how much love I have for you, and how you’re the only person in my life who makes me feel at peace.

You’ll make fun of me, I can already see it. You, laughing through your tears as I confess my undying love for you.

I want forever with you.

But if forever isn’t mine, then let these letters be.

Let them be the parts of me I never got to give you.

Yours, always

— Finnick”

You fold the letter slowly. Carefully. You press it to your chest, and this time, when the sob breaks out of you, you don’t stop it.

He’d been loving you even before you existed.

He loved you across time. Across pain. Across the lines that people like him weren’t supposed to cross.

You lay the letter back in the box. Tie the twine shut with trembling hands. And whisper the only words you have left to give:

“I love you too, Finnick. I always will.”