#border by @dollywons

[crimeandpunishments]

welcome to my blog ! ᵔᴗᵔ

my name is lilico reader-insert writer she/her lesbian i currently write exclusively for fem reader !

requests: OPEN

who i write for ! >.<

⌗ squid game

cho hyunju (player 120)

+ random domestic headcannons fluff

kang no-eul (guard 011)

+ nothing like morning tea nsfw

namgyu (player 124)

+ lady boner gone nsfw

+ toxic! namgyu headcannons dark

⌗ alice in borderland

arisu ryohei

usagi yuzuha

⌗ opla

roronoa zoro

monkey d. luffy

vinsmoke sanji

usopp

nami

🧸 rules for requests ! >~<

𖦹 be patient! i’m an active student with busy schedule so i’ll complete your request asap

𖦹 if you want to request something not on my list, please feel free to! i’m not in many fandoms tho so if i can’t complete it, i can’t complete it lmao

𖦹 i’m open to writing smut! just don’t request nothing weird or it’s getting ignored (piss kink, cnc, noncon, incest)

𖦹 be specific with your asks! i can’t just be told “make xyz x reader please!!!” i need some plot to build on to it

𖦹 most importantly, don’t be scared! i do not bite.

[dollywons]

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[topluvr]

Let Me Help

Bf!kwon jiyong x gf!reader

summary: Reader helps jiyong relax before one of his big shows back.

Warnings: smut, blowjob, m receiving, swearing,

wc: 1.7k+

The taxi drive from your home to the venue wasn't far, around 20 minuets, Jiyong insisted to get someone to pick you up but you declined since you finished work late and you didn’t want to bother anyone so you'd just make your own way there.

The lights of the city shined through the window of the taxi as you pulled up around the back of the venue. You hand the taxi driver cash and thank him before stepping out of the vehicle.

The breeze around you sent shivers through your skin as you rushed to the entrance. Once you were in front of the doors, you were stopped by security. "Can I see your pass please?" The man professionally asked, You slid the lanyard from behind your jacket and showed it up to the man.

His eyes scan the pass, he nods and opens the door for you to enter. The warmth hit your skin as soon as you walked into the building. You walk down the halls looking for Jiyong's dressing room, luckly you spot his manager and head towards him.

"Hey, do you know where Jiyong's dressing room is?" You smile.

"Yeah he's just up there." He replies pointing his hand in the direction down the hallway, you nod a thank you and head towards where he pointed.

Your eyes spot a sign on one of the doors. 'GDRAGON' was written in black bold writing. You step towards it and give it two knocks. You're waiting a couple seconds before you hear the door click open, as the door opened your view was met with your boyfriend. 

His once red hair now fading into a coral like color was styled nicely ontop of his head, when he saw your face a slight smiled appeared and he embraced you into a hug, his arms wrapped around your waist and yours went around his neck. 

The warmth of his body gave you comfort, you miss being in his arms, you are proud of him and you are so glad he's back doing what he loves, but that means he's busy again and you get to see him less. "I missed you so much". You said into his chest, he pulled back and looked into your eyes. 

"We were together this morning." He chuckled.

"I know but I still missed you." You gave him a pout, he leans forward and presses a sweet kiss onto your lips, you hum in satisfaction.

He pulled back from you and headed towards the couch to sit down, you turn around and close the door. You admired him from afar his more confident enegery was replaced with a more worried and silent one.

You could tell something was off, he'd always treat you the same no matter how he was feeling. But tonight he was different, you know he has a hard time talking about how he feels but you decided you'd try at least comfort him.

You walk over to the couch he's sitting on and gentley sit besides him. "Ji, is everything okay." You softly spoke.

He tenses slightly at your words then relaxes, you knew not to pry that much, if he didn't want to tell you, then you'd understand and leave it alone.

He didn't say anything nor did he move he just sat on the couch in silence looking at his lap, his legs were bouncing anxiously against the floor. You hated seeing him like this especially when you didn't know what was on his mind. 

You softly place a hand on his thigh to try soothe him, he looks down at your hand and places one of his ontop of yours.

He sighs before speaking out. "I'm just a bit nervous, it's been awhile you know, what if i'm not good enough for them anymore." 

The words made you frown, It may have been awhile but you knew his stage presence was still incredible, his voice was still beautiful, he just needed to know that.

"Baby, you are good enough for them, you always have been and you always will be." The words softly left your mouth, your fingers now rubbing small circles into his thighs.

He looks up at you and gives you a small smile."It's just that i'm getting older and I've changed, but it feels like everyone wants the old 'gdragon' back, and you know i've been changing up my music style." He confessed. "I guess I just don't want to disappoint anyone." He carried on, his eyes had a sad like look in them now which made your heart ache.

You hated when he put himself down because you knew he truly loved what he did.

"Ji, stop worrying about this, your fans absolutely love you, its good that you’re trying out new things and different styles." 

"Thank you jagiya." He quickly spoke, he then gently put his hand on your jaw. As much as your words helped you could still tell that he was tense.

You pull him closer to you and your lips start placing gentle but almost teasing kisses across his jaw, You softly grip his hair pulling him back slightly, your lips then made their way to his neck and that's when he finally let out a quiet moan.

His hand that was once on your face was now gripping you hips tightly as you continue to place kisses on all his sweet spots.

"Just relax okay." You hummed between kisses, you trail your hands down his chest painfully slow, his breath hitching at every teasing movement you made, his grip on you became tighter and his noises became louder.

When your hands finally make their way to his thighs you rub them before kneeling in front of him on the floor.

"What are you doi-" You cut him off "shh, let me take care of you baby, let me show you just how amazing you are." You whisper looking up at him.

Your hand goes to his bulge which was now semi hard from all your light touches, you slowly palm him through his jeans. “Hmm fuck.” He moans out his head rolling back at your actions.

you continue to stroke him until he’s fully hard, you undid his belt and jeans, you tap his thigh signaling for him to lift his hips up. Once he did that you slide his jeans down his legs leaving him in just his boxers.

“You going to let me relax you baby?” You pout softly stroking the tent that was obvious in his boxers, he lets out a soft hum before nodding a yes, at his conformation your hands go to the waistband of his boxers and you slowly pull them down enough for his cock to spring out.

You lean forward and press a quick kiss to his tip before pulling away, his cock twitched and he let out a soft sigh. You kiss his cock again but this time you started placing them more slowly down his shaft.

"So proud of you." You say between kisses. "You're so amazing baby." You praise him,after a couple minutes of teasing Jiyong’s hand came down and softly gripped your hair.

"Please jagiya." He whispered looking at you with a pout, without warning your mouth went around his cock causing him to let out a moan, his grip on your hair became tighter your head was now slowly bobbing up and down around his shaft.

"God, your mouth is so fucking perfect." His voice shaked, your mouth working slowly around him, you did enjoy teasing him, the way he'd twitch and let out these little whimpers, that turned you on.

you started to pick up your pace around him, you flatten your tongue so he could go further into your mouth, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, he tightened his grip on your hair and his hips snap up and you take him all the way to the back of your throat. “Just like that baby, fuck You’re going to make me cum.” His voice was hoarse and the words went straight to your core causing you to clench your thighs together.

“God, my sweet girl is always looking after me.” He stuttered out, you moan around his cock as a reply, his hips snap harder into your mouth his cock hitting the back of your throat each time. You look up at him closely, studying his appearance, his head was rolled back onto the couch mouth open and eyes rolling to the back of his head, moans and praises left his mouth, he was beautiful like this you thought. You urge your mouth to go faster and deeper around him, you dig you nails into his thighs and you force his cock to the back of your throat before swallowing around him.

A whimper ripped through his throat. “Do that again, fuck. I need to cum in your mouth.”

He was falling apart in front of you his breathing became faster and his grip became tighter. You repeat your actions from before, putting him as deep as you could go, he forces your head even further around him and you gag.

He gave you a few more hard thrusts. “That’s it, i’m going to cum. fuc-.” His words got stuck and a moan left his mouth instead, his warm release hit the back of your throat, his grip now being released from your hair.

Once he caught his breathe he pulled you off of him gently, you swallowed his release and wiped your mouth in the process.

“Come here.” He hummed patting his lap, you stand from the floor and straddle him, your hands hold onto his shoulders so you could balance yourself.

His hand cups your jaw. “Thank you, I feel much better.” He speaks massaging your jaw between his fingers.

“Anything to make my man feel better.” You smile.

He places a loving kiss on your lips before he’s pulling you into his chest, the room was filled with silence, it was comfortable, just you and him with no worries to think about.

Your moment was interrupted by a knock. “You’re on in 10 Jiyong.” A voice from the other side of the door exclaimed.

Jiyong sighs before removing you from his lap, he fixes himself up so he looks presentable. “Do I look fine?.” He asks facing you.

“You look hot, don’t go stealing all the girls hearts now.” You smirk, He lets out a laugh before leaning down and giving you another kiss.

“I love you sweet girl.”

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed, currently working on daesung fluff so that should be my next post let me know if you want to be tagged❤️

[luvyuuma]

venus 05 libra entp BOARD-CERTIFIED YUMA LOVER

[graveyard-dash]

Moots and friends ignore this... daddy needs a new pair of money...

Hi @imjustabeanie.... ^_^ I match u with Kars

I can't lie to you it took me a while to figure out who to pick, I guess you saying you liked red flags is what helped in the end because I meaan... the whole villain and killing people thing...

BUT if we are being for real I know you said that intelligence is something you like in a partner and Kars is just that, having been stated to been a genius among his people. At the beginning I think he'd be pretty condescending... You're a human is he supposed to believe that you could keep up with him intellectually? That you could be anywhere near him?? It'd definitely take a lot of talking and interaction before he could admit that you do in fact have a brain that works. "You're by far one of the smartest humans I know" he'd tell you, it's hard to tell if it's a compliment to you or an insult towards humanity... both maybe.

Kars might not admit it out loud, but the moment you prove you're not just another mindless human, he’s intrigued. He likes things that are rare, exceptional—and if you manage to hold your own in a battle of wits, he’s not going to ignore it. He’s still arrogant, still views himself as superior, but you? You’re interesting. That’s more than he can say for most.

He isn't the type to express emotions traditionally, but over time, he'd start to show a certain level of preference toward you. He wouldn't say he likes you—no, that would be beneath him. But you might notice small things: the way he lingers in conversation just a little longer, the way he actually responds instead of dismissing you outright. He listens, even when he pretends not to. If you were truly beneath him, he wouldn’t bother. And yet, he does.

You made it pretty clear that you're kind offf.. emotional distant, keeping your cards close to your chest. Kars, being just as self-contained and stoic, wouldn’t push you to open up. He doesn’t feel the need to show vulnerability either, so neither of you would have to worry about judgment. It’s an unspoken understanding between you two.

You like to tease and rile people up, but good luck with Kars. He’s not the type to get flustered, and it’s hard to imagine him getting mad, either. At most, he’d be vaguely annoyed at your persistence—What don’t you get? You’re not going to get a reaction. But eventually, he’d come to tolerate it, maybe even enjoy it. He’d humor you with an unimpressed smirk or a slow, condescending glance. “Are you done?” But you’re not. And for some reason, he lets you continue.

Kars is used to being worshiped, feared, respected—but entertained? That’s different. And for some reason, you manage to keep his interest.

I don’t think Kars would get jealous—not in the traditional sense, at least. He knows he’s superior to everyone else, which is exactly why he doesn’t bother with them. Jealousy is for those who feel threatened, and he is not threatened. However, he does have an issue with wasted time. So why would you waste yours on anyone else when he’s right here? It’s not possessiveness—it’s simple logic, in his opinion.

Kars’ ambition is terrifying in its scale. He might not pressure you directly, but you’ll find that he subtly pushes you forward. He doesn’t understand how you could just... be lazy. He strives for perfection, and if you’re with him, you’re expected to improve too. Even if you can’t reach his level, he wants you to be the best version of yourself. Aww, isn’t that romantic?

You hate cowardly people and never intend on making the first move. With Kars, you don’t even have to worry about it. Even if you wanted to make the first move, he wouldn’t let you. He’s the type to take control—not because he needs to dominate, but because he’s always the one taking charge. It’s not about power; it’s about confidence. He knows exactly what he wants, and there’s no room for ambiguity. If he wants you, you’ll know.

He'd be straight to the point, no mincing words whatsoever, no playing coy when he wants you, you’ll know. There’s no ambiguity with him. It’s as simple as that. If there's something he wants, he’ll make it clear without hesitation

You express love through quality time and gift-giving, and while Kars isn’t the type to go out of his way to shower you with gifts, he certainly wouldn’t mind receiving them. He’s not materialistic, but he enjoys admiration.

But when it comes to giving love, he’s much more aligned with quality time. He doesn’t rely on sweet words or grand gestures, but he makes sure his presence is felt. If he’s spending his time with you, it means you’re worth it—because he wouldn’t waste it otherwise. He won’t always say it outright, but when he seeks you out, keeps you close, or ensures you’re involved in his world, that’s his way of showing you matter.

Alsoo tbh, I have a feeling Kars would appreciate the art with quiet interest. He might not be moved by creativity, but he’d acknowledge skill when he sees it. If you create art, he’d take notice. Maybe even encourage you to pick up poetry again

[simplyspooky8]

[aquarius-johnny]

Unexpectedly Yours | Johnny Suh

genre: smut | word count: 5.9k | master list navi warnings:  loverboy! johnny, f! reader, unestablished relationship, overstimulation, pet names (baby, my girl), praising, creampie  summary: johnny is such a lover boy – that’s why his attempted one night stand with you turns into him desperately needing you. a/n: border by @dollywons | based off my loverboy!johnny post

Johnny’s hands move against your body as you’re cradling him in the driver’s seat of his car, parked outside of your apartment building. His hands desperately hold onto you, not wanting you to leave him. Your lips crashing into his, movements in sync as he moves his hand up your thighs, your waist, and places itself to the crook of your neck. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer into him as if it were possible. 

“Do you really have to go?” He asks between kisses. 

You press a smile against his lips. “Gonna miss me?” You tease. You pull back, admiring how a strand of his hair falls against his forehead. You push the piece back, placing your hand on his shoulder, awaiting his answer.

He chuckles, pulling you in again by the back of your neck. His lips move with yours so carelessly, so sloppily, you feel an erection beginning to form under you. 

You let out a soft giggle, pulling yourself back. “I have to go,” you pout, maneuvering off his lap and back into the passenger seat. 

Using the back of his hand, he wipes off the glossy mess you left on his lips. He deeply sighs before gently taking your hand into his. His eyes frantically search for a pen, before settling for a sharpie from his glove compartment. 

“Here’s my number,” he says as he carefully writes his number neatly in the palm of your hand. “I’d love to do this again.” He brings the back of your hand to his lips before giving you a soft peck against your skin. 

Slow pulling away, you look at the black ink written on your hand, letting out a small laugh and earning a curious look from Johnny.

“What’s so funny?” He playfully scoffs, throwing the sharpie back into the glove compartment. 

“You know,” you pause. “You could’ve put your number in my phone instead.”

The corner of his lips tug into a smile, giving you a playful eye roll at your sassy remark. “Well,” he arches a brow. “Now there’s no excuse for losing my number,” he pauses, staring at your hand. “For a couple of days, at least.” 

You smile sweetly at him. “Good night Johnny.” You open the passenger side door. “Thanks for the ride.”

As you step out, he fumbles on his words. “D-do you want me to walk you to your door?”

“I‘ll be okay,” you smile. “Good night.”

Johnny nods his head, his eyes following you to the entrance of the building. You pull out your key fob, only to turn around to catch him staring at you. Your eyes are deadlocked on his and you slowly unzip the jacket you have on, exposing the little lace fabric you have underneath that drove Johnny crazy. Under the light that lit the entrance of the building, the kiss marks he left on you were on full display. Johnny panics, looking out his window before seeing you’ve completely removed your jacket. You blow him a kiss in which he replies with a smirk and a tug to his bottom lip, bringing it between his teeth. He shakes his head and a goofy smile appears before he lazily tries to hide it. “You’re a tease!” He shouts out of his car, shaking his head although it’s clear he’s enjoying every second of it. You don’t say a word; all you do is innocently shrug your shoulders before heading inside your building. 

There was something riveting seeing all of the hickies Johnny left you, forming pretty patches against your skin. It was almost like a sign that you were his. Although you two had just met that night, there was something that drew him to you — karma, cosmic energy, pure lust — and whatever it was, he didn’t want anyone else to have you. That night, you think about the amazing fuck you had with him, the way he just knew what to do to make you feel good. The way his large hands pinned you against the mattress as he rammed himself inside of you, over and over again until you were cockdrunk off him, fumbling over your words and unable to form coherent sentences as he whispered explicit questions into your ear. You remember how he made you cum, over and over again until you quiver at the pleasure. God, you didn’t want him to fuck anyone else except you and he didn’t want to fuck anyone else but you.

A few days go by and each passing day, you’re tempted to call him to come over. There were nights where your thumb hovered over his name in your contacts, mentally debating to call him only to opt out of it in hopes to string him along a little longer. In hopes that he’ll start missing your pussy as much as you did with his cock.

However, one night — to your surprise — his name pops up on your lock screen. Arching a brow in curiosity as you read the preview of the text. 

johnny suh: I hope the reason you haven’t called me yet is because you lost my number, but considering you probably still have it written on your hand, I don’t think that’s the reason, hm?

You smile at your phone, looking at the slightly faded number written on your hand. He was right, you still had it written on you. You go to open your messages to reply to him, but you’re interrupted by his phone call instead. For what it’s worth, you definitely appreciated his tenacity and ambition to see you again. You answer the call, bringing your phone to your ear.

“You’re a needy one, aren’t you?” You playfully let out.

“After that night, how can I not be?” You didn’t have to see him to know he was grinning as he spoke, clearly reminding himself of the night you also replayed over and over again in your head.

“John, honey,” you teased, attempting to change the subject. “How did you get my number? I don’t remember giving it to you.” 

A little laugh leaves Johnny’s lips. “Your friend gave it to me,” he confesses. “I hope that’s okay?” 

You mentally thank your best friend for being the greatest wingman you could ever have. 

“It’s fine,” you smile. “Can I ask why you’re calling?”

Johnny lets out a playful sigh that’s mixed with a chuckle. “I like it when you play hard to get.” His voice is deep but quiet, almost as if he didn’t want anyone to hear him, making you tingle at your core. “I was wondering if you were busy tonight?”

You hum in response before giving him what he wanted. “What did you have in mind?” Walking over to your closet, you search for something to wear, already knowing what he’s about to tell you. 

“My roommates are gone for the night.” He pauses, all while you hold a skin tight black dress in front of you. Holding it against your body in front of the full length mirror, you see the hem stopping mid thighs, just enough to cover your ass. “I was thinking it would be the perfect time to see you again.” You put the dress back before pulling out an oversized graphic t-shirt hanging in your closet. 

“Gone the whole night?” You repeat.

Johnny hums, waiting for your answer. 

“What would we do?” You wonder aloud, a forced innocence wraps around every syllable as you asked the question. You press the shirt against your body, as you look at yourself in the mirror. Although it is slightly longer, ending right above your knees, you decide on this one instead — not trying to come off as too needy for sex although that’s exactly what you wanted. 

“Anything you want,” Johnny replies, patient as ever. “I just wanna see you.” 

A nervous bubble forms in the pit of your stomach as you hear the words leave his lips. 

“I think that’s a great idea,” you smile, removing the clothes you have on before throwing on the oversized shirt you picked out. 

“Perfect,” he replies, hearing him grab his keys and opening a door in the background through the phone. “I’ll be there in 10.”

You watch as Johnny unlocks his front door, pushing it open as you tread behind him, entering his humble abode. 

“Do you want something to drink?” Johnny asks, turning to you while pointing in the direction of the kitchen.

“No, I’m okay, thank you.” You smile at him before taking a look around the environment. “How many roommates do you have?” You ask, standing near an archway that leads into a hallway. 

“Two,” he nodded as he spoke. “They’re watching a movie before going bar hopping.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “And you didn’t want to join them?” You lightly tug on the strings of Johnny’s sweatpants, pulling him closer to you.

“I thought about it,” he teases, tucking your hair behind your ear. “But I wanted to be with you instead.” 

You hum at his answer, planting a soft kiss against his cheek. “Where’s your bedroom?” You ask, turning towards the hallway.

Johnny places his hand on your lower back, guiding you down the short hallway, passing a few doors before he opens his. Stepping into his room, you could see he cleaned up a bit before picking you up. A stack of clothes were shoved into his closet, a stray t-shirt sticking out of his closet door, giving it away. 

“You look pretty,” Johnny compliments, slowly shutting the door behind him. You hear a click, indicating him locking it. “I like your shirt.”

You turn to him, smiling. “Thank you,” you reply, closing the gap between the two of you. “So you’re sure your roommates won’t be home all night?” Slinging your arms over his broad shoulders. His hands place themselves on your waist, giving it a squeeze that sparked something in behind your belly button. 

His lips dangerously close to yours, you could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke; his voice so soft, so desperate for you. “All night,” he breathes right before crashing his lips into yours. 

His movements are messy, almost erratic. Pulling you in close to his body, his strong arms lift you effortlessly before making his way to his bed, laying you on your back. His lips travel from your lips to your cheek, then down to the crook of your neck. “God, you’re all I’ve been thinking about.” He mutters against your soft skin before lapping his tongue over an untouched spot on your neck, free of a mark. He sucks on your skin, earning a small satisfying chuckle that leaves your lips. Johnny’s fingers roam against your body, sliding his calloused hands over your thighs — such a jarring difference compared to your baby soft skin.

Johnny’s thigh rubs against your core, feeling the friction of his sweatpants. He lifts your black t-shirt up your hips, feeling for your underwear beneath the fabric. After frantically searching for the waistband, he pulls his lips back from your neck with a confused look on his face.

“Oops,” you let out innocently, propping yourself up with your elbows. “I guess I forgot to put some on before coming over.” Your head lazily tilts to your right, watching his facial expression change at your revelation. 

Johnny’s brows soften, melting at your words. “You’re so fucking hot,” he sighs, gently bringing his middle finger to your clit, rubbing small circles against your sensitive nub. You silently thank the heavens above that this man was able to find your clit as quickly as he did. You throw your head back at the pleasure allowing a small moan escape your lips before Johnny silences you with another kiss. 

You break the kiss, pulling away from his lips before lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it across his bedroom floor. He stares at your bare body, chest covered in hickies that held a history of your first hook up with him. He pulls himself up from the bed, his eyes darken, locked onto yours as he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it onto the floor next to the bed. He removes his grey sweats, exposing his hardening length that slapped against his abdomen as it was set free from the fabric. 

Your lips slightly part at the sight in front of you. “Looks like I’m not the only one who forgot their underwear, hm?” You teased, lifting a foot to his thick shaft; veins prominent and bulging. He throws his head back, feeling your foot rub against his length. He bites back a moan, trying to hide his need for you. 

Johnny grabs a hold of your ankles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed, near him, in one swift move. You let out a surprised laugh, pulling at Johnny’s heartstrings. He bends forward, giving your forehead a tender kiss.

“Can I taste you?” He whispers, placing a chaste kiss against your cheek, so sweetly and softly. 

You nod. 

Sinking to his knees, his lips meeting with your aroused core. Smiling at the sight of your pretty pussy, he gives your inner thighs a sweet kiss before the tip of his tongue flicks against your clit. His tongue laps against your folds, flicking and sucking your nub in a rhythmic manner. Your hand makes its way to his hair, gripping his locks between your knuckles, keeping him in place. His tongue licks up your arousal, sending shivers throughout your body. He messily makes out with your pretty cunt, inching you closer and closer to your climax.

“You taste so fucking good,” he mutters against your core. “I could do this all night.”

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you let out a soft whimper, your brows scrunching with pleasure. Your toes begin to curl as he kisses your clit before returning to sucking on it, his pace so steady you were quickly coming undone as the seconds tick by. 

“J-Johnny,” you mumble. “Keep going, please.”

He doesn’t respond, instead he does as you say. He slips his middle finger into you, causing your thighs to tense up. “Oh my god,” you moan, louder this time. Your free hand searches for something beneath you to hold on to all while you tug on Johnny’s hair, silently encouraging him to keep going as you move your core against his tongue. Johnny’s free hand finds yours, interlocking your fingers with his. The act is so intimate, you find yourself melting at his touch. He slides his ring finger into you, feeling yourself stretch to accommodate his thick, long fingers. The slight sting is slowly replaced with pleasure as he curves his fingers up inside of you. 

“Fuck, just like that,” you moan as you tighten your grip on the hand you’re holding. “Show me how much you missed me.” 

Johnny groans against you, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. You hear him sucking on your sensitive nub and lick up the flow of arousal that covers his fingers. Lewd noises are mixed with your melodic moans and groans as he pumps in and out of you with his fingers. Your velvety walls clench around his fingers, your abdomen tightening, and your toes curl as the feeling of your climax is within reach. 

“Oh my g-“ you choke on your words. “I’m coming!” You loudly gasp, chasing your high. Johnny slowly halts his movements as you begin to relax, although his tongue doesn’t leave your clit. He flicks it, causing you to jolt. In an attempt to push his head away, he pins you down; arms pressing on your abdomen and trapping you against the mattress. 

His tongue continues to lap over your very sensitive nub and you do nothing but cry out his name. Your vision goes hazy, feeling tingles shooting through your body. Your skin prickles and your back arches involuntarily from the pleasure this man is giving you with his tongue. He brings his hands to your chest, kneading your breast. Rolling your nipples between his thumb and index fingers, you let out groan. Your heart rate increases, convinced your heart will jump out of your chest. Your jaw falls open, rendering you speechless as you ride out your second high that night; moving your hips against the tip of his tongue. You tremble as Johnny finally pulls away from your drenched core, relaxing your muscles you didn’t know you were clenching. 

Johnny smiles down at you, your wetness glistening against his chin. “Sorry,” he laughs, grabbing his shirt off the floor, using it to wipe your arousal off him. “You taste so fucking good, I couldn’t stop.” 

Your chest rises and falls, clearly trying to catch your breath. Johnny kisses your chest, opting to leave more hickies as you recover from your back to back climax. Your hand snakes behind his head, pulling him closer to you silently giving him your permission to continue what he’s doing. His hands rub against your hips — his attempt to calm your trembling body. 

“Was that too much?” He asks with his lips pressed against your skin. 

You shake your head, letting out a sigh. “It felt good,” you laugh. “I just wasn’t expecting that.” 

Johnny smiles, satisfied with your answer. He brings his hand to his erection, pumping his length a few times before aligning himself with your hole. You lift your legs around his waist, taking a hold of his shaft as he slowly enters you. You both watch as he disappears inside of you, moaning in unison as he fills you up perfectly — like he was made for you. 

“I missed this,” he mutters, although you both know it has only been a couple of days since this happened for the first time. He hovers over you, hands splayed with each side of your head. He slowly pumps in and out of you, ensuring he doesn’t release too soon. You look up at him as every movement thrusts you up and down, the sight turning him on even more. Your lips part, ever so slightly, and a string of quiet moans slip out. 

He picks up the pace, the sound of skin slapping each other fills the room. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he lifts you off the bed, hand caressing your ass all while holding the other presses against your lower back. Pressing your back against a nearby wall, he hooks his arms behind your knees and under your thighs to hold you up and continues to thrust into you — harder and deeper.

“You feel so good,” you mumble weakly against his neck, tightening your grip to keep you steady. The tip of his length hits a spot inside of you, a spot didn’t know was there until a few nights ago. Your lubricated walls clench around him as he hits that spot before relaxing as he pulls back. You knew that his continued movements would send you over the edge again, making your body go limp. “Don’t stop,” you beg, turning into a tiny whimper. 

Johnny’s hand grips your ass cheeks, bouncing you up and down on his long shaft. Your cheeks flushed with heat as you see your reflection in the mirror of his room, the sight so explicit it makes you a little embarrassed at how fucked out you look.

”You okay, baby?” Johnny lets out, breathily into your ear.

You hum before a hitched moan escapes as he thrusts into you, the tip of his cock kissing that sweet spot of yours. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You feel him smile against you, clearly teasing you. 

“N-no, please don’t,” you beg. “It feels too good to stop, please.” 

Your begs ignite something inside of him — almost an animalistic instinct kicks in. His grip on the fat of your buttcheeks tightens and the cool feeling of wood that was once against your back has now disappeared. Johnny moves toward his bed once again, but this time throwing you atop his mattress. Bouncing up and down from the throw, you watch as he pumps his shaft before grabbing your ankles again, pulling you closer to him. Roughly bringing your knees to your chest, he holds your thighs down, pinning you into a half folded position. His eyes are filled with complete lust, darkening at the pretty sight of you in such a compromised position. 

Aligning his tip to your entrance once more, he sinks deep inside of you, bottoming out before pulling himself out again and repeating the process. His cock springs up every time he pulls out, causing it to graze your clit just a bit — teasing you. You watch him as he enjoys the game he’s playing with your soaking cunt, watching it eagerly swallow him fully, every single time he inserts himself. 

“Baby please,” you mumble under your breath. “Fuck me, fuck me like you missed me.” You cry out.

A smirk dances on Johnny’s lip, shaking his head at your comment. “But it’s just so much fun playing with her.” He inserts himself once more but this time, a lot rougher. Your mouth falls open as his tip hits that sensitive spot inside of you. “But if you insist.” He says before thrusting himself in and out of you in such a brutal manner, you almost forget how sweet and tender this man was earlier. The man penetrating you fucked you as if he hated you and you loved every second of it. 

Your moans get louder and louder as he fucks you in such an animalistic way. He needed you. He needed you as if his entire life depended on it. His dick kisses your sensitive spot inside of you so rapidly, you feel a familiar feeling jolt through your body. 

“I-I’m gonna-“ you don’t finish your sentence. You can’t. His movements are so satisfying, it makes you forget how to tell him how incredible he feels. 

By the tightening of your walls against his throbbing cock, he knew an orgasm was brewing inside of you. Your pretty little cunt drips out so much arousal out of you, you hear the explicit sounds that it makes. White rings form at the base of Johnny’s shaft as he penetrates in and out of you. Your breathing turns rapid, your skin prickles, and you start to see stars in your line of vision. Your orgasm quickly hits you, causing you to let out a loud satisfied moan — almost pornographic sounding — before your body trembles under him. A satisfied smile appears on Johnny’s face as he watches you unravel. His movements slow down, but don't stop. He soaks in the feeling of ecstasy as your walls grip onto his cock so tightly. 

“Tell me where I can-“ his hips thrust into you, using you as your body goes limp. He tries to finish his sentence only to stop midway, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure he’s feeling with you wrapped around him. 

“Anywhere you want,” you mumble, voice so soft, clearly exhausted. You look at him half-lidded, the sight of him — pounding into you as he presses down on your thighs hard, convinced you’ll feel your body aching when he’s done with you — makes you feel this overwhelming sense of pleasure. 

“A-Anywhere?” He repeats, huffing from his erratic movements. “Y-you sure ‘bout that?” 

You nod your head with a glazed look over your eyes, a satisfied grin plastered on your face. “Anywhere you want, I don’t care.” You grip the back of your knees, helping them stay in position for him. “I just want it.” 

Your words send him right over the edge. His creamy substance shoots inside of you, filling you up as he continues to milk himself into you. You could feel the creamy liquid spill out of you as he slowly pulls himself out before you insert your fingers into your pretty hole, pushing the liquid back into you. 

“Oh my god,” Johnny groans. “You’re so fucking prefect.” 

He tugs on your arms, swiftly pulling you off the bed. He presses himself against you, holding your tired body with his large arms. His swollen lips attack yours and you wrap your hands around his body, keeping you steady. “I need you to be mine.” He begs, filling the space between your lips.

You smile, the pads of your fingers digging into his skin. He guides your body against the desk in his room, your lower back hitting the edge of the table. You use it to lean against, holding you up as your legs muster their own strength to keep you up. His hand wanders down to your core once again, feeling his cum leaking out of you. His fingers glide against your folds, meeting your sensitive clit. Your hand grips his wrist involuntarily, halting his movements. 

“I-I cant,” you let out, your body still recovering from your last three orgasms.

Johnny smiles, turned on by the sheer amount of times you reached ecstasy because of him. “It’ll feel good, are you sure?” He places a soft, tender kiss on your plumped lips, roughed up by the messy kisses throughout the night.

You ponder his words, his fingers gently grazing over your folds, casually dipping into you with his fingers to continue pushing his creamy finish into you. He kisses your forehead with a soft kiss, holding it in place as his fingers move inside of you in a gentle manner. 

You grab his wrist, guiding him back to your clit, meeting your lips with his. 

“That’s my girl,” he smiles before moving his lips intimately against yours. 

His finger rubs circles against your nub, your nails digging into his chest as you enjoy the pleasure he’s giving you. 

“Feel good?” He asks before breaking the kiss and moving a strand of hair stuck onto your glistening forehead. 

You nod, eyes closed and focused on the feeling of pure bliss his fingers are giving you. 

He tilts your chin up, forcing you to make eye contact with him. His eyes are soft, searching yours for some sort of reassurance that he’s doing well. 

“I’m yours,” you simply let out, answering his plea from earlier. You watch his lips part at your words, his fingers picking up its pace in a rhythmic pattern ensuring you reach ecstasy for the fourth time that night. 

A knock on his door takes you away from your focus and a look of panic washes over you. Johnny is collected and calm, his touch and movements unwavering as he nonchalantly lets the person on the other side of the door know he’s busy. 

You bite your bottom lip before burying your face into his chest. You quiet your moans and he continues to roll his finger over your clit all while having a conversation with who you assume to be one of his roommates asking him if he wanted anything for their Uber Eats order.

“Nah, I’m good.” He shouts through the door. “I already ate.” You hear his roommate shuffle away from the door and back into another room.

Your cheeks flush at the interaction. He pets the back of your head, silently cooing over your embarrassment. 

“I’m so close,” you whisper against Johnny’s chest. “Don’t stop, please.” You capture his lips into yours, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, holding it in that position while you feel a familiar feeling bubble in the pit of your stomach, again. Your grip on his bottom lip releases as your jaw falls open, your body involuntarily grinding against his finger as you become undone.

You heave as Johnny pulls his hand away from your worn out pussy. Your heart is pounding against your chest as you desperately try to catch your breath. 

“Are you okay?” He wonders, stroking your cheek.

“Yeah,” you smile sweetly, placing a loving kiss on the palm of his hand near your face. 

“Wasn’t too much, was it?” 

“No,” you giggle. “It was absolutely perfect. It’s just a little messy.” 

You and Johnny look down at the white substance leaking out of you and sliding down your inner thigh. He bites back a laugh before reaching over to the tissue box on his desk. He cleans you up the best he could. 

“I thought you said your roommates were gonna be gone all night,” you question, watching him toss the used tissue into the trash. 

“Yeah, I thought so too.” He searches for your shirt off the floor before tossing it to you. You put it on before fishing for the underwear you stowed away in your purse. He grabs his shirt and sweatpants from the floor, watching you as you put on your underwear.

“Ah, so you did have underwear.” He snickers at you, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“I’m not stupid, Johnny.” You chuckle. “What if I wanted to grab something to eat after this? I can’t just walk into an establishment without underwear, are you crazy?”

“Hm, want to?” He tugs on the strings of his pants to tighten the waistband. “Grab something to eat, I mean.”

“I thought you already ate,” you mock before nudging his arm. “I’m sorry you’re still hungry. Guess it wasn’t that good?” You pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

Johnny tugs on your wrist, pulling you to him before wrapping his arms around you. He pulls you down on top of him as he falls onto his mattress. You let out a surprised giggle.

“Shut up,” he laughs before kissing you. “It was amazing and you know that.”

Pulling yourself up off him, you grab your small purse.

“I’m thinking Taco Bell?” He offers, grabbing his keys from his bedside table. 

“Yeah, sure,” you nod, mentally preparing yourself for the walk of shame you’re about to endure.

“Or not?” He senses your hesitation, rubbing your arm to comfort you. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s a little embarrassing walking out when your roommates are here.” You look at yourself in his mirror, looking at the marks he left against your neck. “Especially when you’ve marked your territory everywhere on my body.” You playfully smack his abdomen as he admires the patterns that are visible, sad that the rest were hidden away under your shirt. 

“Hey, they’re cool. Don’t worry about them. They won’t judge you.” He pauses. “I’ll introduce you.”

“Introduce? You introduce your one night stands to your roommates?”

“Technically, you’re no longer a one night stand, are you?” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Plus, you said so yourself, you’re mine.” 

You flush at the comment you made, suddenly flustered at the confession you let out in the midst of pleasure. You don’t say a word and bury your face into the palm of your hands instead. You let out an embarrassed laugh, feeling your body flush at your actions. 

Johnny softly chuckles at you, pulling you into him again. He pets the back of your head, kissing the top of your head in comfort. “It’s okay, it happens to the best of us.” He teases, earning a playful pinch to the side of his abdomen from you as he dares to make fun of you. He yelps at the sudden pain before placing another kiss on your forehead. Without another word, he grabs your hand and tugs you toward his bedroom door.

You hear a couple of voices down the hall, clearly more people than his two roommates. They’re playing a video game — hearing a unison of yells and profanities accompanying loud laughter. You tug on Johnny’s hand, urging him to stop. Your worried expression on your face says it all. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles, attempting to soothe your nerves. 

“I don’t know if I can,” you whisper.

“Do you want to stay in my room all night?” 

“No, I want Taco Bell,” you hiss. Your stomach grumbled as you thought of your go to order. 

“Then we need to get out of here.” He retorts back at you and you pursue your lips into a thin line, a sign of defeat. 

You pray his friends are so distracted by whatever they’re doing to notice you; however, that wishful thought is thrown out the window when you hear a guy greet Johnny right before you appear behind him. 

“Hey John-“ he halts mid sentence seeing you. “Oh, hi.” He turns to you, shocked to see you holding his hand. 

And just like that, the noise stops and everyone turns their attention to you. You give a small smile at the men in the room, tightening your grip on Johnny’s hand. 

He introduces everyone to you by name. “Be nice to her. You’ll see her come around from time to time.” He warns.

“Nice to meet you all,” you smile, suddenly feeling like you were naked all over again. They were all kind and respectful, without a doubt, easing your nerves a little but this definitely wasn’t on your plans for the night.

“Hm, where are you taking her Johnny?” His roommate asks, a subtle smirk dancing on his lips. It was clear his question was to make Johnny squirm and not you. You look up at the man holding your hand who shakes his head before smiling. 

“We’re going out,” he replies. “Don’t wait up.” Johnny tugs on your hand, telling you that you were both leaving. 

“Nice to meet you guys, again.” You let out before being whisked away by Johnny. You were out the front door as quickly as you came in.

He parked his car outside of your apartment building, very similar to how it was the first night you met. Johnny takes your hand, bringing it to his lips. You feel a heartstring tug, basking in the sight of how sweet he was to you. 

“Will you walk me to my door?” You ask, moving your hand towards the side of his hair, petting the back of his fresh undercut. 

He nods — following you into the building, into the elevator, and to your front door.

“This is mine,” you let out, fiddling with your house keys. You didn’t want him to leave and he didn’t want to let you go. 

“Hey,” he says, catching your attention. “Feel free to call me whenever you want to, okay?” He pushes his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “Seriously, I’d love to hear from you.”

Your eyes soften, feeling a pang of guilt of not calling him sooner. “I will,” you smile. “Thank you for tonight. It was,” you pause. “Really fun.” 

A proud smile appears on Johnny’s face, shy from the praise you’re giving him. 

“I’ll definitely give you a call.” You giggle, “Thanks for taking me home, again.” 

He nods. “Have a good night.” He turns to walk away as you open your front door. Before you can process what is happening, you call out his name. 

He turns around, hands still in the pockets of his pants, hair disheveled from the night, and a surprised look on his face. 

“Do you,” you pause. “Do you want to come inside?” 

He cocks his head to the side. “I thought I did that already?” He gives you a toothy grin, proud of the line he just said. 

“Oh my god,” you gasp, chuckling in disbelief. 

“But sure, you don’t have to tell me twice.” 

You do nothing but roll your eyes in defeat as he follows you into your apartment for the night.

[anniebeckcalla]

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being in a long distance relationship with the dreamies (ot7!)

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[capybaramurdock]

Red Ring Series ♡Chapter One♡

The Scream in the Rain – (Matt’s POV – 25 Days Until the Wedding)

“God, does her voice make him feel like someone worth patching up…”

Summary: It’s late, it’s raining, and Matt’s shoes are soaked. He isn’t in the suit. But when a scream cuts through the night, he moves anyway.

⚠️ Content Warning:

This chapter contains an implied attempted assault (non-explicit), brief but intense violence, and references to trauma. It’s not graphic, but it is emotionally heavy—please take care while reading.

The scene is written with sensitivity and focuses on Matt’s perspective as he intervenes. If you’re ever unsure, feel free to skip ahead to the shelter scene (you’ll know when you get there—there’s a mention of cocoa in there). ☕️💛

As always, your comfort comes first. 🩷

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It’s late. Raining.

Though, it feels like it always is at the moment.

Matt was on his way home, shoes soaked fully through from the puddles that always collect on the sidewalks of Hell’s Kitchen. The drainage is always the worst on these streets.

He’d stayed later than usual at the firm—paperwork, court prep, Foggy’s endless questions about why Matt had been acting even weirder than normal lately.

He didn’t answer them. He never does.

Not wanting to involve Foggy in what he does at night.

He’s halfway through crossing 47th when he hears it.

A scream—cut off way too fast.

Female. Tight with panic. Close.

He freezes. Rain slicks his hair to his forehead. His cane taps once against the sidewalk before he folds it, holding onto it in a death grip. His jaw tightens.

No black suit. No mask. No armor.

Not like he wore much in the first place, though.

But that doesn’t matter.

Matt moves.

He sprints down the block, heartbeat steady, breath sharp in his throat. He throws his folded-up cane away from him, not caring where it lands right now. Each step brings more sounds—footfalls scuffling in an alley, a muttered curse, the drag of fabric against brick. A struggle. Desperation.

He rounds the corner and—

Immediately focuses closer.

One heartbeat racing. One steady and angry.

A scuffle. A threat. One hand raised ready to strike, one around the woman’s throat.

Matt doesn’t think, but he never really does.

He just reacts.

He grabs a discarded piece of plastic from the sidewalk and hurls it at the streetlight above.

The bulb shatters with a sharp pop, plunging the alley into shadow.

Darkness is his comfort. Not theirs.

Matt lunges. His hand snags the back of the man’s hoodie, yanking him away from the woman. In one swift move, he twists the fabric around the man’s neck and pulls, using the momentum to spin him around and slam his back into the brick wall.

The impact leaves the man dazed—just enough.

Matt jerks the hood over the guy’s face and drives his fist into it.

Once.

Twice.

Again.

Until he hears it—the shift in the man’s breathing, stuttering into unconsciousness.

Only then does he stop.

The alley goes quiet but for his ragged breath and the rain.

Still breathing hard, trying to calm down, he hears the woman whimper nearby.

He slowly and gently lifts his tinted glasses so she can see his eyes.

Trying to get her comfortable enough to let him help her out of the alleyway.

Once he gently draws her from the corner she had curled herself up into—reminding him of the stray cats all over Hell’s Kitchen with how skittish she is—he gently helps her up, letting her get steady on her feet before he eases his grip on her.

He keeps a light arm around her, just to make sure she stays up as he starts guiding her in the direction of a women’s shelter that he remembered Foggy said was in the neighborhood.

She’s trembling heavily from cold rain and shock.

He can feel the thin jacket of hers soaked through, smell the copper of blood from her split lip, and hear her eyes darting and blinking quickly—like prey still waiting for the trap to spring that she’s still unsure if Matt has set or not.

She hadn’t said much since Matt helped her to her feet—just a half-whispered “thank you” and a question that’s haunted them both since:

“Is h-he coming back? You d-don’t think he’ll be able t-to find me, right?”

Matt hadn’t answered.

He didn’t want to lie.

He doesn’t ask her name either.

She doesn’t offer it.

And he can’t really blame her for that.

They reach the shelter’s entrance—low-lit, tucked behind a worn gate. He knocks twice.

Footsteps.

And then—her.

The door creaks open, and a soft voice cuts through the rain like something sacred.

“Oh, hi! Hey there, come on in. You’re safe now, sweetheart. I got ya, we got ya.”

It’s the warmth that does it.

Not just the words, but the tone—gentle, solid, real.

The girl exhales like she’s been holding her breath for hours.

Her heartbeat slows.

Matt listens intently.

Listens to the way her muscles unclench as she lets her nerves ease little by little.

The way her boots slowly clomp on the concrete as she finally steps forward.

He doesn’t know the woman at the door.

But something about her voice—about the way the girl steps toward it without question—lodges in his chest.

He hears her coax the girl inside, something about a warm blanket and cocoa, something the poor girl definitely needs.

It’s soft and safe and not meant for someone like him.

He turns.

Starts walking back into the alley—back into the dark where he belongs.

He hears that gentle tone again, almost like her voice is the warm cocoa itself.

“Hey, wait, do you need anything?”

He stops.

The words are gentle, almost an afterthought.

But they hit harder than the punches he threw tonight.

He shouldn’t.

He doesn’t need—

But his hands ache.

Maybe his heart does, too?

And her voice…

All he can think is:

“God, does her voice make him feel like someone worth patching up…”

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[joiigurl]

𐙚 snowboarding with eunseok 𐙚

genre: fluff

wc: 354 words

border by: @dollywons <3

The snow-capped mountains stretched endlessly before you, the fresh powder glistening under the soft winter sun. You shivered slightly, partly from the cold and partly from the nerves buzzing in your stomach. Snowboarding had always seemed cool—effortless even, when Eunseok did it—but now that you were strapped onto a board, it felt a lot more daunting.

“um babe, are you sure I won’t break my neck?” you asked, peering up at your boyfriend, who stood beside you looking as effortlessly handsome as ever in his olive green snow jacket and matching goggles pushed up into his dark hair.

Eunseok chuckled, his warm breath visible in the cold air as he tugged you closer. “I won’t let you fall love. And if you do, I’ll catch you,” he said, his lips brushing your forehead.

You exhaled, gripping onto his arm for support. “I feel like Bambi on ice.”

“You’re cute,” he grinned, adjusting your stance by placing his hands on your waist. “But you need to loosen up a little. Trust your balance.”

You tried, you really did. But the moment you moved forward, your board slipped faster than expected, and you let out a squeal as you tumbled backward. Eunseok’s reflexes were quick—he caught you before you hit the snow, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“See? Told you I’d catch you,” he murmured, his face just inches from yours. His eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was something softer there too. Something adoring.

You pouted. “I’m never gonna get this, am I?”

Eunseok tilted his head, pretending to think. “Hmm. Maybe you just need better motivation.”

Before you could ask what he meant, his warm and soft lips pressed against yours melting away any frustration you had felt moments ago. Your fingers curled into his jacket as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding up to cup your cheeks, the cold of his gloves a stark contrast to the heat blooming between you.

When he pulled away, he smirked at your dazed expression. “If you make it down the hill without falling, there’s more where that came from.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, and suddenly, snowboarding seemed a lot more interesting.

“Okay,” you said breathlessly, your determination renewed.

Eunseok grinned, taking your hand in his. “That’s my girl. Now, let’s try again.”

[starsworldd]

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 ⚡️

hello all! i’m trying out a new observations post. today we’ll be focusing on your secondary progressions chart (click the link to calculate your current chart!)

creds to @kisssaturn for research help! and @dollywons for the borders

PAID READINGS ARE OPEN! please check my bio <3

★ when progressed mercury is conjunct your natal sun, expect a lot more chaos in your day-to-day life. depending on the sign, it’s a great opportunity to network and to promote yourself to others as well.

★ moon progressing through the 1st/10th houses or in leo, expect more opportunities for recognition

★ when natally retrograde planets turn direct in your secondary progressions, it shows a major transition or realization made in that planet’s energy. it’s very transformational for an individual and most likely has permanent repercussions

★ pay attention to your relationship dynamics and those you meet when you have progressed venus at 29 degrees. these people will likely have a significant impact on your identity whether if it’s for the worst or the better

★ i also noticed that when my progressed mercury and progressed vertex were conjunct i was using social media much more and i met so many new people online as well, very exciting time socially

★ whenever venus enters aquarius in the progressed chart, people usually encounter new revelations about their friends/family. these revelations aren’t always positive, it can sometimes lead to big transitions in social circles

★ planets that progress into the 11th house may show a time where you are pressured to create more money or find stability in your career or your role in the world/society.

★ when the moon crosses over your natal or progressed north node you may notice that you are pushed outside of your comfort zone.

★ mercury-mc trine shows a time for opportunities and learning in your career, especially if mc is in the 9th house in whole signs. it’s a very exciting time that shows great progress!

★ progressed mars crossing over natal jupiter is a great time to launch your own projects or businesses

★ when my mom was pregnant with me she had progressed jupiter conjunct progressed venus, venus ruling her natal 4h of family, jupiter ruling over expansion, you see where im going with this…

★ when the ascendant shifts to a new sign this shows a new era in your life

★ moon entering libra can indicate entering or being at the peak of a significant relationship. moon entering air signs in general can show an emphasis on relationships during those phases ive noticed

★ sun being at 20 degrees can show significant events happening with your life in relation to partnerships or environments i’ve found

★ moon aspecting mars can show increased ambition and desire in your life, especially for material or status-related gains. be careful of emotional turbulence

★ moon making aspects to sun can show you being happier during this period

★ just a theory, but when you have retrograde planets in the natal chart, this means in the progressed chart they’ll progress slower as well. as result, it’s possible that natives are more likely to be late bloomers in life

★ pay attention to the configurations made in the progressed chart! for example, a t-square made between planets indicates an intense/stressful period in life

★ i’ve generally noticed that points or planets that are at 28 degrees generally show more abundance or opportunity in the planet’s areas of life (ex: 28 degree venus can mean abundance in friends/lovers)

★ pay attention to transits x your secondary progressed chart! it’s be a good idea to see where this upcoming mars retrograde impacts your progressed chart :D

hope you enjoyed!

[dollywons]

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[juiceeypeach]

𓆉 cm fic recs 𓆉

[★] peach’s pick

[♡] fluff

[𖤐] smut/suggestive

[☾] angst

[𖦹] crack

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ACCOUNTANT OF THE HEART. notlongtolove.

☾♡.

5k

reader is worried she’s being clingy.

★ BOMBSHELL. luveline.

♡𖤐☾ 𖦹.

unk. word count

spencer thinks reader is a total bombshell —confident, high maintenance, and so, so pretty. she finds herself similarly obsessed with the dorky, handsome genius. — SERIES!

HYPOTHALAMUS. reidrum.

𖤐.

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reader is having issues studying, so spencer finds a creative way to help her.

★ BIMBO RECEPTIONIST. mariasont.

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♧ Juliet. 19, any pronouns. Gryffindor. ♒︎☉ ♒︎☽ ♍︎↑. Taylor Swift, Sabrina Carpenter, Olivia Rodrigo, Ethel Cain, Phoebe Bridgers, Noah Kahan. ♧

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cowgirl!reader loves ice cream dates with jj!

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dollie sat behind jj as he swerved and drove down the road on the way to their favorite ice cream shop, they went occasionally for little dates they could actually afford— and the girl simply loved the sugary taste of neapolitan. they finally parked outside of the small shop bordering the edge of the beach, "clarissa's creamery." was the name that they both came to love hearing on a hot saturday afternoon, jj got off the bike with a grunt and reached out a hand to the girl, "after you, m'lady." he nodded to the glass door they stood infront of, she smiled gently at him and opened it since he didn't get to, "ladies first." she nodded and used her hand to usher him into the cold room, going in after him, "what a gentleman." jj mumbled to himself with an approving nod, "it's my pleasure" dollie giggled and grabbed his hand as they approached the counter, "2 scoops of neapolitan and a reese's shake." jj nodded to the lady and put the memorized amount of money on the counter with a charming grin, to which the lady shook her head and put it in the register, "number 7." she handed him the receipt and pointed to the table the two could sit at, jj took dollie's hand and led her to the retro styled table and booth, they chatted for a bit before the lady at the counter spoke loudly in the speaker, "number 7, one shake one cup." and jj got up to get it, gently pushing dollie down when she tried to get it herself, "allow me." he walked over to the counter and grabbed their frozen treats, sitting the cup infront of dollie and beginning to dig into his cup and almost getting halfway through in the time she took to get napkins when she stopped him, "don't pig out." she pushed his hand down softly, he looked up but his mind was hazy— partly because of a brain freeze and also because of her face, fawning over her all over again and looking her in the eye with a blissful face, shaking his head in disbelief, "your so pretty."

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