#Both in appearance & personality💕💕

[munsonify]

omg pls more of inexperienced reader and experienced steve!! your writing is so good 😵‍💫😵‍💫

a/n. of course! thank you sm 🥹💕 i let myself get carried away with this

ease into - experienced!steve harrington x inexperienced!reader

summary. steve being the first person to ever eat you out

content warnings. 18+ smut mdni, established relationship, first time oral (f!recieving), making out, hair pulling (steve recieving), praise praise praise (both recieving) pet names (honey, baby, good girl, my girl), hand holding, steve being a big ole softie and a gentleman, aftercare (what’s steve smut without aftercare? truly.), straight porn barely any plot, not proofread

word count. 4673

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steve has always been gentle with you in the way he treats you. he’s gentle in the way he holds you, gentle in the way he speaks to you. even when steve was roughhousing with you, tackling you to the bed to kiss all over your face, he was gentle. that’s why it was no surprise to you when steve was gentle with you now, hovering overtop of you, wrapping you up in his arms with care.

he had an arm wedged beneath you, wrapping around your waist in a way that you were sure had to hurt, even just a little bit. it’s not like you could argue it anyways - steve’s lips were pressed against yours in a passionate kiss, one that had you lose track of whatever you were worried about. he was propped up by his forearm, resting it right beside your head to keep you close.

there was a fire in the pit of your stomach that burned lowly, aching in a way that only happened particularly because of steve. you knew what this feeling was, you weren’t dense - you’ve touched yourself plenty of times to relieve the ache, have been for years. it was different now that you were with someone. you were sure if you’d asked for help, to fix your little issue he created, that he’d say yes in an instant. the semi he had pressed against your thigh was evidence enough that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

you just weren’t sure how to go about it all. the thought of plainly asking him felt awkward, and you knew you’d be flustered mess explaining it all to him. it was normal, you know it is, but it was odd to navigate. as much as you wanted him, needed him, you weren’t quite sure how to get from here to there.

so, that’s why you simply kept kissing him, letting steve guide you. you were a lot better at the whole making out thing than you used to be, and boy was it nice. you sometimes still struggled to keep up with him though. you were just glad he took things slow.

with one hand gently placed on his shoulder, you had your other on the back of his head, fingers threaded through his soft hair. you found that he liked when your nails gently scraped against his scalp, so you did just that, feeling the way his grip on your waist tightened just slightly. steve broke the slow make out, pulling his face away just enough to see your face, watching your eyes flutter open, a pout coming along with it.

“you’re so pretty, honey,” he whispered to you, staring deep into your eyes. steve was still inches away from you, close enough to feel his warm breath pant against your skin. close enough to see the every line appear on your face as you scrunch it up all cute, so obviously flustered. “ya know that?”

“says you,” you whisper back only barely, finding it hard to breathe when he speaks to you like this. you watch as a cheeky smile graces steve’s face. he knows what he’s doing to you, and he enjoys it.

staring into his eyes, you began to think, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. this would be a good time to bring up how badly you wanted him. the desperate ache inside of you only grew at his intense stare, and you weren’t sure if you could bear ignoring it any longer. you were nervous to have sex, of course you were. but you trusted steve with helping you, with taking care of your needs and making this oh so special. it was best if you just said it, instead of dragging it out further in your mind. you were ready for a step forward.

“hey steve?” you croaked out, hands suddenly shaking a little. god you were nervous.

“yeah, honey?” he responded, tucking hair out of your face to get a better look at you. he’s grin faltered when he noticed your shaky hands and the little worried frown you had going on. he took his weight off of you, giving your body the space he thought you needed in the moment, even if it was the complete opposite of what you wanted from him.

steve searched your face worriedly, trying to decipher if you were upset or mad at him or something. he watched as the hand on his shoulder trailed down his chest and to his hip, fingers finding a belt loop and tugging down gently. he hesitantly brought his body to yours again, crowding your senses.

“can i ask you for a… for a favor?” you questioned, still unsure how to phrase your needs. you swallowed thickly, hand moving to the hem of his shirt to fiddle with the fabric nervously.

“yeah, baby, anything,” steve insisted, head nodding quickly, hair falling into his face. you pushed the strands out of the way just like he had for you just a minute beforehand.

you let out a shaky breath, hips tilting just slightly upwards into him, feeling the semi he still had. his eyes flickered down to where your lower halves connected just barely, the realization starting to wash over him. you were far from upset with him.

steve’s eyes came back up to your face as you searched for the words to continue, the worst of it rearing its ugly head. his smile found its way to his face again watching you struggle. as much as he wanted to tease you for it, to poke and prod at you for it all, he stayed silent. he let you come to him, patiently awaiting.

“wanna feel you,” you started, and once you did, you couldn’t stop. it all came out in a quiet, nervous ramble, eyes avoiding his face as you spoke to him. “i don’t think i’m ready for - uh - it yet, but i want you. want your help, stevie. need it.”

“honey,” steve started in a whisper, the hand near your face moving to cup your jawline, guiding your head up to look at him properly again. “whatever you’re ready for, we’ll do, i’ll do. just gotta tell me what you want so i can help.”

of course he was making you say it. why wouldn’t he? it was difficult enough for you to ask with his intense stare and his beautiful smile, and now steve wants your consent or whatever. why’d he have to be so caring?

“want your mouth on me,” you mumbled, staring up into steve’s eyes through your lash line. your were a little surprised at your admission, though it was what you wanted. desperately. his pretty smile was still on his face as he began to tsk at you, shaking his head slightly. he was teasing you.

“louder, baby, can’t quite hear you.” you let out a huff of air as you worked yourself up to asking him again, this time loud enough for him to hear properly. even if you knew he heard you perfectly fine the first time.

“want you to eat me out, stevie,” you blurted out, the pout on your lips forming again. it sounded so vulgar coming out of your mouth. how could he say no?

“there ya go, good girl,” steve spoke, before leaning down to close the gap between the two of you again. his soft lips were as gentle as ever against yours as he slowly kisses you. it wasn’t long before the kiss turned deep, passionate. the arm braced underneath your body wiggled its way out with your help. with his body settled firmly between your thighs, torso just above yours, steve’s hand began to slowly feel your body.

he started at your hip, fingertips gently grazing against it above your clothes. his hand found its way up to your waist, a gentle, affirming squeeze grounding you in the moment. you were sure he could feel how tense you were underneath him. even with your lips working in tandem with his, focused and relaxed, the rest of your body was quite the opposite.

steve soothed you with his hand the best he could, his comforting touch easing your worries ever so slightly. even when his lips parted, tongue eagerly awaiting yours, you felt like he was trying to calm your nerves. it was working enough for your legs to spread a little further apart, letting yourself sink into the kiss the best you could. for as slow as he was going, it was hard to keep up with him when your tongue was involved. you seemed to be getting better, though, the soft grunt he let out letting you know that.

the hand you had at steve’s shirt moved away, searching for his blindly. you grasped at it the moment you found it, slowly dragging it down to the hem of your shirt, nudging it up a little. he took the hint quickly, hand slipping underneath the cloth to feel your soft, warm skin. you couldn’t help but gasp slightly at his touch as his fingers gently graze up your exposed side. you craved more than this - more of his touch, more of his warmth. you wanted your shirt off so he could feel you easier.

steve’s lips were off yours and traveling right beside your ear before you could protest it. his voice was quiet and sultry as he spoke to you, making you lose your breath worse than you already had.

“you tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” he asked, hand still cupping your jaw.

“okay,” you nodded. “just need you.”

“you’ve got me,” steve whispered, still right near your ear before drawing back. his eyes dropped down to your hand, watching it hike your shirt up slightly. and, as if reading your mind, he helped you tug it off over your head, leaving you in a embarrassingly worn out bra. that didn’t even seem to phase steve, whose eyes found their way down to your chest anyways.

his lips started making their slow descent down your body. it started at your jawline, a soft, gentle kiss placing right below your earlobe. those soft kiss traveled down your neck, lips pressing at the every inch of your skin he can reach. steve’s gentle hand found its way back waist, fingers dancing against your warm skin in attempts to soothe you. even though you wanted it, wanted this, he could tell you were still nervous. he tried to best to ease your nerves, giving you reassuring looks every few kisses.

he planted kiss at the very top of your chest, lips dragging down to the valley of your breasts, pink and plush and adoring. steve lingered for a moment or two at your breasts, kissing what was exposed from your bra. you hoped he was too distracted to see just how burning hot your skin was. this isn’t the first time he’s seen your chest in this manner, you’ve worn low cut tops and swim suits around the boy. never has he kissed on you like this, this was new, and it made your breath shaky.

steve was never shy about his glances downwards at your cleavage, you knew he’d looked and admired before. never has he ravished you like this. never has he showered your skin in kisses this intimately, this closely to your most sensitive areas. you couldn’t get enough.

your boyfriend eventually ventured down far enough for his face to hover over your tummy, lips just inches away from the top of your jeans. his soft lips tickled your stomach slightly, forcing a slight jolt away to keep him from pulling off of you. you were burning up with anticipation, a twinge of embarrassment zipping through your body. you’d never had someone like this - body between your legs, looking up at you with nothing but admiration and care. there was a hint of something else in his eyes. eagerness, hunger, need. it seemed like he wanted this more than you did.

“can i?” steve questioned, both of his hands finding their way to the front of your jeans, fumbling with the button as he awaited your response. you were quick to nod, a small ‘yes’ tumbling from your lips. with your permission, he began undoing the button, pulling your zipper achingly slow.

steve pulled himself far enough away from you to help you slowly peel your jeans off. he was making a show out of it, you could see that in the way his fingers graze against your thighs gently as they pass by. you also notice how he averted his eyes away from your still covered cunt for a long few seconds, dropping your pants off the side of the bed.

you suddenly felt exposed, uncomfortably out in the open for him to see. it wasn’t anything steve had done, he hadn’t given you a reason to feel this shy. this was simply more intimate than you’re used to, a different environment than at the pool. what didn’t help was that he was fully covered in front of you. you tried to be discreet, resting up in your elbows, hands gently moving to cover your stomach in attempts to hide yourself even a little. steve was still wedged between your thighs - there was no use in trying to squeeze them together, though you did adjust them slightly.

it didn’t take long for him to catch onto this, a hand of his on yours gently, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he began to remind you of what he’d told you early.

“we can stop,” steve whispered, simple and genuine. he wasn’t making a big fuss about it at all, and you appreciated that so much.

“no, that’s not it,” you whispered back, eyebrows furrowing together. “i want this. i just… i feel exposed. i guess that’s kind of the point though.”

he gave you a soft smile after you spoke, still grasping ahold of your hand. “would it make you feel better if i took off my shirt?“

a blush crept up your face at his suggestion, head nodding once again. you watched as he tugged off his loose shirt in an instant, revealing his tanned, mole ridden skin. steve was always so pretty to look at shirtless. wiry hair freckled his chest, a thin line at his tummy, streaking down past his jeans to accompany it. his shoulder were broad, perfect to hold onto. despite being a very nice view, one you stared at for maybe just a second or two too long, this did make you feel a bit better. it made you feel a little less exposed now that he wasn’t also on display. it made you feel a little less alone in this.

steve asked you again if you were sure about this, watching as your hands move away from your body, letting his pretty view come back to his eyesight. the moment you gave him the yes he was looking for, he settled back down right where he wanted to be, where you wanted him to be. his lips pressed kisses above your panty line, firm and adoring. his hands found their way to your thighs, gentle as he pulls them apart enough for him to settle his face between them.

being this close to your pussy didn’t seem to phase him the same way it did you. your skin was buzzing with anticipation, mind beginning to think again. and, as if he could hear what you were worrying about, steve began to speak again in mumbles against the soft, round skin of your thighs.

“you’re beautiful,” he praised, fingertips trailing to the hem of your panties. “every last inch of you.”

his lips were so close to where you wanted them, hovering just directly over your clothed clit. you could feel his warm breath against your core, sending goosebumps down your spine. he looked up at you through his lashes, requesting one last thing for you before his mouth was otherwise preoccupied.

“lay back for me, honey. let me take care of you.” you let out a choked gasp at his words, eyes looking down at his still intense stare. his eyes were darker than before, filled with lust and want. you gave in in a heartbeat, relaxing off your elbows, letting your head gently relax against the pillow.

your eyes fluttered shut for just a few moments to compose yourself, taking a few deep, long breathes along with it. and just like that, steve’s warm lips found their way to your clit, kissing it slowly overtop your panties. your lips parted the moment the contact was made, hands flexing slightly at your side. his fingers traced patterns against the skin of your abdomen as he trails small kiss against your pussy, feeling your slick even through the cloth barrier.

this was odd. not a bad odd or a good odd, simply odd. new. the slow touches and the barely there grazes has your body tensing up, waiting as patiently as you could for him to continue. you were pent up, ready for him to satiate this ache inside of you, surely steve knew that. though, you must admit, you were thoroughly enjoying the attention and the slow, steady build he was maintaining.

steve finally began to tug down on your panties after a little while of teasing you, hooking them past your knees and slowly pass your ankles. your first instinct was to close your thighs again, but you didn’t. you let his gaze find your now exposed cunt, slick with arousal and needy for his touch.

“so pretty,” he mumbled, almost too quiet for you to hear, yet you did. your eyes fluttered back open at his sincere praise, looking down at your man between your thighs. he was staring at your cunt like he was ready to pounce and devour you whole, clear restraint being shown.

as if drawn to him, a hand of yours found its way to steve’s head gently, fingers curling at the back of it, threading through his hair just how he likes. it felt right in the moment, and you were quickly affirmed by him, who looked up at you with heavy eyelids, leaning in slowly. his tongue found your slick folds with confidence, licking up with precision until he found where your clit rested. steve searched for only a second before his tongue swirled against the bud once, twice, three times in a row.

your lips parted as you let out a small whimper, pleasure rolling through your body with each movement of his tongue. he gave your clit a sweet kiss, eyes still locked on yours. you watched as his tongue began to explore your wet cunt slowly, curiously, like he was mapping you out in his head, committing your taste and your warmth to memory. steve moaned. he was pleasuring you and he moaned. you wondered only for a brief moment if he’d thought about this very moment by himself when he was alone.

this wasnt quite the same as how it felt touching yourself. while you were precise with your fingers, toying with your clit at the perfect speed, the perfect pressure, this was new. this was a pleasure you couldn’t quite get from your own hand. this was only something you could get from someone else, from steve, and god were you glad you were receiving it.

steve eventually brought his attention back to your aching clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking carefully. there it was, the first honest moan he ever pulled out of you. he focused himself there, licking and sucking on your clit in a the most dizzying manner. your nails began to scratch at his scalp, earning yourself a groan from him. he accidentally wrapped his lips a little too harshly than intended around your clit, though his worry dissolved just as quickly as it appeared at the sight of you. your back lifted off the bed ever so slightly at the feeling, a tiny, high pitched whine leaving your throat.

he was quick to pick up on that, taking note on the pressure you seemed to love. steve had you so worked up anyways that you were sure anything he did to you right now would elicit that sort of reaction from you. no matter how true that was, you wanted a little more. despite still having your eyes on each other, you grasped ahold of one of his hands to get his attention and to ground you slightly, labored breathing and his warm tongue on your cunt making it a little difficult for you to speak.

“baby,” you started, moaning out that pet name as steve grabs your hand back firmly, holding onto it like a lifeline. “can you, maybe, please go a little faster?”

your voice came out in a higher pitch than usual as you bashfully requested something from him. you weren’t sure if that was something you were meant to do or not, yet steve didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. he simply picked up the pace, tongue sliding against your cunt a little faster, per your request. it was an immediate response, like he didn’t have to think twice about giving you exactly what you wanted. you quickly realized that of course he listened. this was for you and your pleasure, even if steve enjoyed being between your thighs possibly a little too much.

part of you wanted to chase his tongue and your high - something you were slightly struggling to get to - but a bigger part of your mind told you to simply wait. to let steve do his thing, to take care of you like he promised. you weren’t expecting to get to you release quickly by any means, you knew from experience that it took time, even if you rushed it, desperate for your high. steve was simply taking his good ole time relishing the feeling of eating you out.

he was slow, thoughtful, precise with his mouth. it was a drawn out process he put you through, and despite being a little impatient, you let yourself enjoy the moment. you realized this was the most relaxed you’d been this entire time, and you decided to keep it that way, to let steve take the lead once more. you trusted him with continuing to take good care of you.

soft whimpers and moans slipped from your mouth at every nice use of steve’s tongue. you’d be ashamed at how noisy you were being if it didn’t feel so good. you’d felt as his tongue found its way to your dripping opening, nose brushing against your sensitive clit. he slowly circled your entrance, tracing it as he feels it pulse desperately. he pushed aside the thought of slipping his fingers inside of you just for today, saving that for another time.

you hadn’t quite realized how much his slow movements had built up your pleasure until it all became so much. steve’s tongue skillfully licks and swirls around your clit between gentle, yet powerful sucks, letting his tongue slide down to your hole every so often. it was a slow build, but man did it start to hit you hard. your moans became more frequent, your breathing becoming even more irregular than before. you tried not to let your thighs close around steve’s head, though you only kind of succeeded - they enclosed him a little, no crazy pressure, but enough to make him go dizzy with joy. the hand that wasn’t holding onto yours held your hip, steadying you the best he could as your orgasm began to approach.

“stevie,” you whimpered out, the grip on his hair tightening as you tug by accident, a whimper of his quickly following yours. steve stopped his mouth for only a few moments to speak to you, before going back to using his tongue methodically.

“c’mon, honey, give it to me. cum for me.” it didn’t take long for you to find that release you were so desperate for after steve spoke to you so dirty. his words left you flustered only for a moment before pleasure washed over you, feeding that ache inside of you perfectly. you came with a string of moans and soft calls of his name, hands grasping at the man tightly while you savor this high for as long as you can.

you’ve given yourself many good orgasms in your life, ones that you were proud of. none of them quite matched how you felt today under steve’s mercy. his kindness, his voice, and his skilled tongue brought you to the best release you’ve had to date. you were so incredibly grateful you finally chalked up the nerve to ask him for help.

steve noticed the moment pleasure started to border overstimulation, the dull pain beginning to rush through your puffy clit. his mouth latched off of you in an instant, giving your pretty cunt one last, sweet kiss before he pulled away fully. in a small daze, you watched as he pushed himself up onto the bed, crawling up towards your face. your eyes dropped down to his mouth, a little swollen, shiny with spit and your arousal. your face began to heat up again at the sight of your mess all over his chin.

instead of dwelling on it, you brought steve’s face down to yours, hand still on the back of his head, kissing him passionately. he kissed you back excitedly, even if his lips had been working on you for a while now. again, this didn’t seem to phase him, simply happy to have his mouth on yours.

“did so good for me, honey,” steve praised you as he pulled away from the kiss, hand still holding yours, the other holding himself up above you. “so perfect, my girl.”

“yeah?” you asked, eyes looking up at him, chasing his words, craving his praises.

“yeah,” he insisted, before asking you a question that made your heart clench. “was it good for you? did’ya enjoy yourself?”

“is that even a question?” you replied, a breathy giggle slipping from your lips. you had the sweetest smile on your face as you looked up at him with adoration. you brought your hand from the back of his head to his forehead, brushing his messy hair out of his eyes, before cradling his face. “of course i did. made me feel amazing, stevie.”

it was steve’s time to smile all cheesy, nodding contently at your words. his hand left yours only to reach up for the one on his face, grasping it and dragging it to his lips, pressing gentle kisses on your palm. you felt the urge to keep speaking to him, to praise him like he’d been praising you.

“thank you,” you started, watching as he trails down to kiss the inside of your wrist, catching a whiff of your pretty perfume under his nose. “ya know, for everything. for making me feel good and for making me feel comfortable. you’re so good to me. i appreciate it more than you know.”

for the first time during this entire thing, steve was the one blushing. he shook his head in faux disbelief at your words, tucking his face into the crook of your neck to hide, horribly disguising it as the need to kiss you there.

“if you keep talking to me like that you’re gonna make me fall in love with you,” steve whispered, stubble scratching subtly at your shoulder. you couldn’t help but smile, melting into his touch.

“you mean you haven’t already?” you teased, poking his toned arm. he mumbled a small ‘shut up’, before pushing himself up off of you, immediately searching for your underwear and his t-shirt to give to you.

all you could do was lay there, propped up on your elbows, admiring the man in front of you. how could you get this lucky?

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[tarotwithcherwi]

What Will Your Future Wedding Be Like?

🌙✨ Hello loves! I am cherwi & welcome to my very first tarot pick-a-card post. Today, we’re diving deep into the vibes of your future wedding. 💍🤍

I’m here to grow and share, so respectful feedback is super welcome! Let’s keep it kind and supportive—criticism, yes; disrespect, no. 💕 🙏

Note: This is a collective reading, take what resonates & leave what doesn’t. Take a deep breath & close your eyes. Try to pick one pile or two that you are the most drawn to…

PILE 1. PILE 2. PILE 3.

౨ৎ PILE I.

🎧 Songs: Ordinary —Alex Warren (wedding version) & Love Story —Taylor Swift

✧ Cards Pulled:

Seven of Swords, Six of Pentacles (rx)

Four of Swords (rx)

Two of Wands (rx), Eight of Pentacles, Ace of Swords (rx)

The Sun, The Hanged Man, Knight of Swords (rx)

Ten of Wands (rx)

Queen of Pentacles

The Devil (rx)

…

I got so emotional during this pile. So you, your spouse, or people at your wedding are going to be really emotional at the wedding; this is such a happy and loving moment. When I was shuffling for this group the cards came out so smooth, smoother than any other pile. There might be someone be saying “FINALLY.”

Because this wedding has been long awaited. Your wedding is a merge of two families, both families could have offered their support with wedding preparations or might have been so happy to witness your guys union. Your marriage, your love was rooted for, shipped even, maybe cried over.

I am envisioning a beautiful Catholic Church or chapel, cottage core greenery, lace, a white dress with a very long train, classy bun with pearls. This wedding is not a chill event. This is a wedding people have fought and prepared for. People have been praying, manifesting, crying in group chats about this love and preparing until midnight for. There may have been delays, but now it’s go-time. Everyone is buzzing with excitement.

Your spouse is absolutely floored by your beauty and appearance. The Sun shows they are glowing—maybe crying, laughing, and stunned by you. They had to surrender to loves timing and maybe there were doubts along the way but this wedding is reaffirmation of everything. They are not rushing this moment. From the moment you walk down the aisle, they want to slow time down; they want to memorize everything about this moment. Your genuine smile. Your dress. The way your eyes beam with happiness and tears.

You in this moment are finally putting the weight of planning, the pressure, the “will this happen?” fears. You feel relieved, open, and ready to receive the work you’ve done. At your wedding, you are enjoying, loving, and living in the moment. Your wedding venue is classy, timeless, luxurious in a grounded natural way. You’re near a garden estate, vineyard, or old chapel. The energy is mature, abundant, and feminine. Think lace, florals, hand tied bouquets, and maybe a family heirloom is involved.

A standout moment in your wedding could be the both of you releasing fears, insecurities, control, or karmic patterns. You guys are choosing love over fear. This wedding didn’t plan itself. There were decisions, sacrifices, late night tears. Maybe detours or years of distance. But, the Eight of Wheels says you kept working and kept hoping. Now, you guys aren’t just speaking truth and wishing for love, your living the hell out of it. This is the kind of wedding where people will sob before the ceremony even starts. The connection is so obviously real, the love is so pure and undeniable that it softens even the most cynical guest. There’s classical music playing while petals float in the breeze, your person looking at you like your the miracle and star they wished for. This pile is for the lovers who almost gave up love, but didn’t.

౨ৎ PILE II.

🎧 Songs: Love Story —Indila, If You Love Me for Me —Barbie, We Can’t Be Friends (Orchestral)—Ariana Grande

✧ Cards Pulled:

Death, Two of Cups (rx), Three of Pentacles

Five of Wands, Nine of Swords (rx), Eight of Pentacles (rx), The Devil

The Chariot (rx), The Fool

Knight of Cups (rx), Three of Wands, Knight of Swords (rx), Judgement (sideways)

King of Pentacles, Five of Swords

Queen of Wands (rx), The Lovers

…

OKAY. This wedding is giving luxury & glam. This is the type of wedding that is going to be extravagant and beautiful. I’m envisioning destination wedding, diamonds, fireworks, candle lights and soft ocean breeze. It’s romantic and cinematic quality. It could be a instagram worthy wedding so I wouldn’t be surprised by the guests hoarding the bathroom taking mirror selfies. This could be a coastal or international destination— someplace where the wind is cool and warm and the sunset like liquid gold as you hold hands with your spouse while walking the beach.

The family might have had opinions on the relationship or some drama, but it ends in awe of your wedding. You could have a huge diamond ring or unique ring. Perhaps the style of the wedding and venue is extra. I’m seeing a lot of diamonds and lace embroidery with pearls on the dress. There could be a lot of people at the wedding—you or the groom or both could have big families or could invite a lot of people. This wedding is quite cinematic—it’s like the K-drama finale or Bollywood wedding extravaganza—there could be a bit of drama behind the scenes regarding you guys or the wedding itself. It’s like tension and passion wrapped in bow. You guys are the type of couple who has worked hard on their relationship or on the future/legacy you want to build together. It’s giving power couple that have fought through some chaos, generational patterns, have rebuilt themselves for this union. For you guys, the wedding is a new chapter that is leaving the past behind. This isn’t some love story, it was earned by both.

Your spouse could have been through some rough patches in their life or even in the relationship or could have had internal battles. They could have wanted to rush healing, but they learned that real love is takes time and is built upon not burned through.

You on the other hand are taking a leap of faith. You may have hesitated at times unsure of where this relationship was going, but you chose to surrender and trust the process or path. You’ve learned to let go of needing control and just trust your intuition or the risk that followed to get into this union.

Someone (maybe your spouse) could have had this big moment during the wedding perhaps a speech, an action that shows you are their person, their only person. There might have been a little family tension that was bubbling under or maybe some guests that were raising their eyebrows, but the King of Wheels shows security. Your spouse chose you publicly and proudly. You might have dimmed your light in the past, felt unchosen, or told your “too much.” But this union mirrors back to you, this union was meant to happen even if some things didn’t go to plan. You and your spouse could mirror each other in many ways. While I was channeling for this reading clumps of cards were coming out. That told me there are A LOT of layers to this wedding/union maybe its expectation, secrets, karma, family, or love. But, this wedding is the wedding of the century, you guys are the couple that chose each other against odds and other people’s nosy expectations and opinions. 

౨ৎ PILE III.

🎧 Songs: Video Games—Lana Del Rey & My Love Mine All Mine—Mitsuki

✧ Cards Pulled:

Seven of Swords, Six of Pentacles (rx)

The Hermit, Eight of Pentacles

Three of Cups

Six of Wands (rx), The Devil (rx), Eight of Swords (rx), Three of Pentacles, Death (rx)

Ace of Wands, Five of Swords (rx), Six of Cups (rx)

Ten of Wands, King of Swords (rx), King of Pentacles, Two of Swords (rx), Strength (rx)

Page of Pentacles, Knight of Pentacles (rx)

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Before I started this reading I had the belief that this was a super traditional pile, but there’s something interesting going on here. I was sensing traditional, but now there’s something more. It giving Hollywood classic, who eloped you know? Right off the bat, I thinking this is wedding happened in someone’s garden or someone’s house. If not that, it’s a small intimate place, like local church or chapel. The wedding reminds me of a ceremony under string lights and ivy green fences behind a family house. Or even a courthouse with matching rings and then a road trip at sunset, lol.

When it came time to shuffle for this group, the cards took forever to come out and when they did it was direct and intentional messages coming through. You guys communicate in a very mature and straightforward way, every word exchanged is intentional and honest. You guys are the type of couple that don’t say much, but your silences shared are charged—it’s telepathic. You guys are able to give each other one look across the room and the other just understands.

The wedding itself is very intentional not performative. You guys are inwardly focused nothing and no one causes you guys stress. You guys are not trying to impress anyone, it’s about the vows, the soul agreement, and your love.

Your spouse during the wedding is overtaken with joy, they are soft and glowing with the way they look at you. Their gaze at you is warm and cozy; you guys have finally found home in one another. At the wedding, there may be a small group of friends/family and they’re watching your spouse be more at peace than they’ve ever been. They have that beaming smile, starry eyes, glass of champagne, and a hand never leaving your waist.

You on the other hand feel freedom. Maybe you never felt truly seen before, but you feel happy. You likely have broken free of toxic cycles, relationships, or even self-doubt. But, now you have chosen to be with someone who wants to build something real with you. Death Rx. shows that you are still learning to let the old pain go, but this union helps hold you.

The wedding is at a unexpected location, or private. You guys chosen passion over the tradition so you guys could have eloped. Or the place could be tied to your childhood or some nostalgia. There’s something imperfect with the venue, like no one cares about looks. The wedding is real and raw. Think someone’s hair is out of place or soft rain sprinkling at unexpected times.

A stand out moment at your guys wedding could be someone breaking down emotionally, spiritually. Maybe one of you guys was unsure at first or when you guys first got together. Maybe there was fear of committing, but in that moment—maybe the vows or just a look —a wall breaks and you or they chooses the union. There might be divine masculine healing going on. One of you guys lets go of pride and the other silence. This union was a seed planted slowly with love. The journey might have not been flashy or fast, but it’s eternal and it’s been eternal. You are a couple that have been soulmates for many lifetimes, your relationship is karmic, but it’s comforting and healing. This could’ve been a relationship where one might’ve carried more baggage than the other or maybe one put more effort than the other, but in the end, you both help each other and carry the load together. Twin flame or soulmate vibes. You guys could have been arranged marriage in the past life, lol. This is a wedding that people who have gotten the chance to witness will talk about years later. It’s love that grows root not just vines—its steady, private, and eternal. It’s bittersweet and romantic in a way that most will not understand, but they don't have to because you do.

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Random Astro Notes 🍵

1st house rules facial appearance, self image and personality

2nd house rules your voice tone, values, self worth and material possessions

3rd house rules how fast or slow you speak

examples: Air and fire 3rd house may speak words fast. Earth and water 3rd house speak words slow

5th house rules your talents, hobbies, budding romance and how you flirt 🥰

examples: Air and fire 5th house are very direct and tend to get bored of dating. Water and earth 5th house are very indirect and shy 🍵 7th house reveals your cosmic plus one and relationship needs 🫂

Sex is not represented by your 5th house, Venus sign or mars sign. How you have sex is inside your 8th house 😭 8th house represents your type of intimacy, sexual energy, sex approach and turn ons 🫦 12th house represents subconscious desires, deep fears, dreams, daydreams and fantasies 😴

Fire and air signs in 7th are quick to relationships and friendships

Earth and water signs in 7th house are slow to getting in relationships and friendships

From my research the intimacy that works best for you in your 8th house 🍵

Earth signs in 8th house favors physical intimacy 🥰

Water signs in 8th house favors emotional intimacy 🥹

Air signs in 8th house favors intellectual intimacy 🧠

Fire signs in 8th house favors experimental or spiritual intimacy 🤪

12th house can also tells you what intimacy you dream and daydream about 🍵

The Venus sign represents your music taste, styles, fashion sense, makeup, aesthetics, favorite colors and creativity. Search on google for your venus sign ⬆️

The mercury sign represents your wordplay, jokes, humor, ideas and communication 🧠

Earth and water mercury prefers dark humor 😭

Air and fire mercury prefer lighthearted humor 😭

when someone hates each other, it’s usually their mercury sign or rising sign. I could be wrong tho 😭

rising signs that usually get along the best are earth and water risings because they both represent Yin energy. Air and fire risings get along well because they both represent Yang energy 😇

The water houses (4th, 8th, 12th) represents your inner self that shows your emotional reactions, intuition, actions and the subconscious behaviors that you unaware of till someone tells you. Most likely your 12th house would reveal your inner self and the real you 😇

There's one more secret I feel I have to share with you, I did not care for the 4th, 6th, 9th, 11th house. It insists upon itself. It takes forever getting in ��

I will be talking about the moon transits and how the transits affects you next 🍵

See y’all later and have a great Taurus season ♉️👋💕

[heavyhitterheaux]

Good Graces (NSFW)

Synopsis: You and Joe have been together since his start at LSU and his transition to the NFL. The picture perfect couple who everyone thought would be together forever. It wasn't until a shift began to take place when you began to question if the two of you were truly meant to be. But when you least expect it, the relationship ends, and soon Joe realizes the mistake he made.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Joe Burrow x Girlfriend!Reader

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Looking into the mirror in your bathroom in your newly purchased condo, you started applying a face mask as you thought about how just weeks ago you thought that you were going to spend forever with someone that you had loved through thick and thin and the ups and downs all for him to pull the rug out from beneath you and send you catapulting into an abyss of sadness.

The tears had been off and on since that day and in order to give yourself somewhat of a piece of mind, you tried to make sense of it.

But even then, more than likely that would make you cry even more.

The two of you were the picture perfect couple that complimented each other well in every aspect. Having been together through his time at LSU and him moving onto the NFL as well as him supporting your career as a sports journalist, the world was at your feet.

Until it wasn’t.

There started to be a shift, especially after his season ending wrist injury and it was a feeling that you couldn’t quite shake. You had been supportive as always and helped him in every way that you could, but the feeling in the pit of your stomach remained. The two of you even stopped having sex and it was like every day you were just going through the motions. Knowing that this was the person you wanted to be married to, you proposed the idea of going to couples therapy and to your surprise he actually agreed.

It had gotten better, at least for a short period of time and you were happy to have your Joe back. 

Except you didn’t have him back and the night of your anniversary was when you found out.

This was the night that you just knew he was going to propose so of course, a good amount of time was spent on your nails, your hair and your outfit that was ultimately picked out by Joe. He told you to be ready at a certain time so that the two of you can head to the restaurant for your reservation. It’s not like the two of you hadn’t talked about marriage before, and how many kids you both wanted, etc.

You still remember the last thing he said to you before the two of you left the house as you were admiring yourself in the mirror while adding jewelry for the final touch. Joe came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you as he rested his head on your shoulder and looked at you through the mirror making a smile appear on your face.

“I knew I picked the perfect dress for tonight, you look gorgeous.”

Once at the restaurant, you noticed that the two of you went into a section that was closed off which you figured was for the best so that you two could have privacy without the prying eyes of the public. Everything seemed to be going well and the two of you had just finished dessert when Joe had caught your attention.

“Y/N, I have something that I need to tell you.” Joe said which you thought was somewhat odd. He almost never called you by your full name unless he was being serious. 

This was it, you were getting your ring and would officially be becoming Mrs. Joseph Lee Burrow. You had been waiting for this moment for so long and it was only right that it happened on your anniversary.

“Sure, babe. Go ahead, I’m listening.” You had your eyes on him and he took a deep sigh before saying anything else.

“I think we need to break up. This isn’t working for me anymore.”

It took you a few seconds for your brain to register exactly what he had just said to you, but once it did you had a look of disbelief on your face.

“Excuse me? What? What are you talking about? What isn’t working for you?”

“I feel like we’ve grown apart and we don’t want the same things out of life anymore.”

“That is utter bullshit.” You told him without backing down and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Y/N, this isn’t meant to hurt you, but…”

“Let me cut your ass off right there because what do you mean this isn’t meant to hurt me? You tell me to dress up, get my hair and nails done all for you to break up with me and on OUR anniversary? Un-fucking-believable.”

“I…”

“We talked about marriage and having kids and I have been with you through fucking EVERYTHING. Who was there when you won the Hesiman? When you entered the draft? When you blew out your fucking knee your rookie year? So, this is the thanks I get? Really? That’s the best answer you can come up with?” You asked him and he sat there and looked at you as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Who is she? Because there has to be someone else. That’s the only other logical explanation for this.”

“There isn’t anyone, I never cheated on you. Ever.”

“Hmm, I don’t know if I believe that. But at this point, it doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?”

“Believe what you want, but I’m telling you the truth. I’m not happy anymore and I haven’t been for a long time.”

Hearing him say that broke your heart and it took everything in you to not erupt in tears at the table.

“Well, I guess I should go then, huh? Thanks for dinner and ruining our anniversary.”

“Y/N, it wasn't my intention to ruin anything. But I needed to be honest with you. Let me at least drive you back.”

“No need. All my stuff will be out of our… well now it's just your house by midnight and take my name off the deed.”

That was February 14th, 2024 and you were still feeling the effects months later. Once the news broke that the picture perfect couple of the NFL was no more, your Instagram comments were flooded on the daily with people claiming that you used him and now he could finally get someone who deserved him and deserved him back sending you further into a deeper depression.

While on the other hand, there were men and women in your comments begging to give them a chance.

You disappeared for a while and moved back to your hometown of Atlanta spending a good amount of time with your parents and trying to focus on moving forward. Your parents felt some type of way about the break up and how he did it, but you told them that there was nothing to do but move on. Obviously, your parents had also grown close to him and thought of him as their ‘bonus son’ and they were literally waiting for him to pop the question.

The question that never came. 

During that time, you started your own clothing line that focused on all 32 teams in the NFL from shirts, sweatshirts, sweatpants, hats, gloves, and more. Your best friend Sage had been trying to keep your spirits up during the summer and had treated you to a 14 day cruise where you could truly disconnect from the world around you.

After you and Joe had ended your relationship, your friendship with both Ja’Marr and Justin seemed to end as well. All four of you were extremely close at LSU, but all in all you get it. The only reason you knew them was because of Joe and he had been friends with them first, except for Justin. But it still hurt nonetheless. Many calls and texts would go unanswered by the both of them to the point where you had just given up and moved on.

The new season was approaching and you were extremely nervous because you knew that crossing paths with Joe was bound to be inevitable. But you were going to hold your head high and remain professional. In the end, it was his loss and he would have to live with the decision that he made. The first game of the season that you would be covering was the Ravens vs. Chiefs and you were currently packing a bag in order to catch your flight later that evening.

Sage was supposed to be helping you pack, but instead she was helping herself to your newly stocked wine cabinet.

“Sage! Isn't that your third glass?” You asked her as you were packing up your toiletries while she made herself comfortable on the couch that was situated in your bedroom.

“And it’s almost gone so I'll probably need a fourth.” She replied as she shrugged her shoulders.

“I need to put a lock on that cabinet when you come over.”

“I think I'm more nervous than you are for this season.” She confessed and you looked at her confused. 

“What for?”

“Uh? What do you mean what for? The person who broke your heart is an NFL quarterback last time I checked. And you are an analyst who has to interview players all the time.”

“And? That isn't going to stop me from doing my job. I worked hard for everything I have and a little break up isn't the end of the world.” You told her and you weren’t quite sure if you were trying to convince her or yourself. At this point, it was probably both.

“Bestie, this wasn't a little break up. You cried everyday for two months straight.” She told you as she finished off her third glass and mumbled the last part.

“Please don't remind me. Why are we talking about him anyway? No point in dwelling on the past and what could have been.”

“You’re right, sorry. It doesn't matter and you're going to be amazing as always.”

“It’s his loss and he will never be in my good graces for as long as he still walks this earth. How could I possibly forgive him for what he did?”

“Oh…”

“Oh, what?”

“So, you mean to tell me if he were to walk through that door right now and beg for forgiveness you would tell him no?” She asked and you stopped what you were doing to come and sit down next to her.

“Sage, I thought that I was going to spend the rest of my life with him…”

“We all did to be quite honest…”

“And when he broke up with me out of nowhere, that was a type of hurt that I never ever want to feel again. And I damn sure don’t want my future son or daughter to end up going through what I did. And it looked as if he didn’t even care and wasn’t even sad about it. I think that was what hurt me the most. He swore up and down that there wasn’t anyone else and I honestly don’t know if he was telling the truth now that I think about it.”

“But… okay to me the entire thing just didn’t make any sense. The two of you had been together since 2018, fell off a little bit, went to therapy, we think we’re in the clear and then he just goes and breaks up with you on Valentine’s Day out of nowhere?”

“And it was our anniversary.”

Sage sighed and looked down at her empty wine glass before looking back up at you.

“Well, you know what they say…”

“And what is that exactly?”

“He was obviously just a placeholder for your actual husband and now you just have to find him. And you still never answered my question.”

“What was your question?”

“If Joe were to walk through this door right now and beg for forgiveness, would you be willing to accept it and the two of you start fresh?”

“He has to prove to me that he even deserves to have a second chance and then I’ll be able to decide.”

—

Joe was feeling confident about the new season and coming back from his wrist injury that cut his season short the previous year. It wasn’t quite where he wanted it to be and he could tell that he didn’t throw the ball the same, but he was a lot further along than he had been. 

He had worked the absolute hardest he had ever worked in his entire life after the injury to get back to at least 95% of where he had been before it happened. At first it started off with you being by his side and when he decided to end things between the both of you, he was on his own. Which he admits was hard for him to adjust to seeing as he hasn’t had to do it since the two of you met in 2018.

When he had really sat down and thought about the relationship between you and him, he could honestly say that he loved you, but he wasn’t in love with you anymore as hard as that was to actually admit. But he needed to be honest with himself and stop stringing you along because he knew in the end that it wasn’t fair. 

He had tried everything that he could think of to make it work between the two of you since the last thing he wanted was to just throw those precious years away, but he couldn’t hold on any longer and figured that the relationship had run its course and now it was in his best interest to let it go, not only for his sake, but also for yours.

When the relationship was no more and when the news of it broke, it seemed like you had fallen off the face of the earth. It was known that you would also cover the NBA during the NFL’s off-season, but after it happened you weren’t doing coverage of games anymore. Not that he cared how you were spending your time now, but it just happened to be something that he noticed. 

One thing this season he was honestly dreading–well not exactly dreading, but he knew that it was probably going to be awkward was you having to interview him after games if the Bengals had won which you did with every quarterback on each of the winning teams. But, he’ll worry about it once the time came and for now was going to focus on trying to make this season the best one yet. 

Looking down at his phone, he saw that it was his mom calling and he quickly picked it up to answer it.

“Hey mom.”

“Hi, have you and Y/N gotten back together yet?” She asked all in one breath, making Joe sigh and roll his eyes. This conversation would happen weekly, only for his mom to be disappointed because his answer hadn’t changed. 

“No, my answer is still the same from last week and I’m fine, thanks for asking.”

“Well, when are you going to talk to her and beg for forgiveness for being stupid? Because that was stupid of you, I miss my daughter.”

“We just grew apart, that’s it. We’ve been together since we’ve been in college and sometimes that transition to the real world works and sometimes it doesn’t.” He answered as he was trying to decide what to make for dinner. 

“It was working just fine until you went and ruined it. Blindsided that poor girl.”

“Seriously?”

“Just being honest, don’t get mad at me because you decided to let an amazing girl go. She was with you through everything and you don’t just fall out of love with someone like that overnight.”

“Mom, I’m not doing this again with you. We’re over. We’re done. And you need to accept it.”

“Fine, I’ll just get your father to talk about it with you and I’ll probably never accept it to be honest. I was over here ready to plan for the wedding and then you tell me that you two broke up? Yeah, no. I’m still going to wedding plan for when you two get back together. I have so many ideas already.”

“Mom…. that probably isn’t going to happen.”

“Last time I checked, you couldn’t see the future so I’m holding out hope. But put it this way, whoever she does marry I know for a fact that I’m going to be invited to the wedding. I’m just hoping that you’ll be the groom waiting at the end of the aisle for her.”

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y/nsbabydaddy: Joe dumb as FUCK. How and WHY would you let her get away?

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Joe had a text come through on his phone as he was getting dressed to head out to the field. The regular season had officially started and the Bengals were taking on the Commanders at home and he was hoping that they would be leaving the stadium with a win.

He glanced at his phone to see that the text was from his mom with a photo attached. Once he fully opened the message, he saw that it was a picture of you and his breath hitched. Purple had always been one of his favorite colors that you would wear, but pink was always number one. He immediately got a frown on his face once he saw what his mom said underneath.

Mom- And this is what you gave up, remember that. But good luck, today! Love you! Call her after the game. I know you miss her.

Noticing Joe's face, Ja'Marr quickly asked him what was wrong.

“You good bro? Why do you have that look on your face?” He asked as he sat down to lace up his cleats.

“My mom asks me every week when me and Y/N are going to get back together and she definitely just sent me a picture of her. I'm guessing it's her latest one that she posted on Instagram.”

“She’s still on that? It's been months.”

“I know and she doesn’t have a problem telling me how stupid I was to break up with her. I can't help that I wasn't in love with her anymore. She shouldn't be holding that against me.”

“It’s probably going to be a while before she does. I mean think about it, yall were together for six years and she saw her as her daughter.”

“I guess but I can't think about this right now. But have you talked to her?” Joe asked and Ja’Marr shook his head no.

“I uhh… it just felt awkward if I did. I mean the two of you aren't together anymore, so why would I? She did call and text a few times after it happened and then she just stopped.”

“Oh…”

“You were my friend first and I don’t know… I just felt weird about it.”

“That’s fair, I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable so that was probably for the best.”

“Apparently Justin hasn't talked to her either.”

Hearing this surprised Joe because Justin was how the two of you actually met. You and Justin had been friends first and once he brought you around Joe and Ja’Marr that was all she wrote. The two of you were extremely close and he just hoped he wasn't the reason that a riff had possibly formed.

But deep down he knew that he probably was. 

“I just…. I hope she's happy.” Joe quietly said before slipping on his helmet.

It was now the beginning of the following week and it was 5:45 in the morning when Joe pulled his Porsche into Paycor stadium. He was never one to really browse social media, but something told him to check Instagram and once he did, he got a feeling in the pit of his stomach.

There Justin was.

And you were hanging off of his arm.

It almost looked as if the two of you were on a date and Joe didn't like that one bit. As he closed the app, he then placed his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants before getting out of the car and grabbing his backpack. A few moments later, Ja'Marr pulled in next to him and quickly got out so that they could walk into the building together.

“I thought you said her and Justin weren't talking?”

“Huh? What are you talking about? Good morning to you too by the way.” Ja'Marr said as he turned his nose up at him.

“Morning, now EXPLAIN this.” Joe said as he opened his phone once again and shoved it in Ja’Marr's face.

“Well, that's what he told me the last time I talked to him. But my thing is that what are you so upset about? You aren't together anymore and you're the one who broke up with her. On Valentine’s Day might I add. And did you forget that they were friends before she dated you? It's probably nothing and your ass is paranoid for no good reason.”

“I'm not upset, I just….” Joe started to say, but then trailed off which led to Ja'Marr raising his eyebrows.

“You miss her no matter how much you don't want to admit it.”

“No!”

“You do and I don't know why you can't say that you do. You are literally having a temper tantrum over her going to dinner with someone who isn't you. Every chance you get, you bring her up when she probably isn't thinking about you. Maybe we wouldn't be having this losing streak if the two of you were still together.”

“What!?”

“Just saying. She was always the good luck charm.” Ja’Marr told him as he held his hands up in defense as the two of them finally started to walk inside.

Joe had a blank look on his face and Ja’Marr spoke up again.

“I know for a fact that you're miserable without her even if you are trying to put up a front right now. So, when you told me that you weren't in love with her, I felt it was bullshit.”

“No it wasn't and no I'm not!”

“Okay, if she was in front of you right now at this exact moment you're telling me that you wouldn't be begging for her to take you back?”

When Joe was quiet, Ja'Marr knew that he had his answer.

“Maybe your mom has been right this entire time and you just didn't want to admit it.”

A few more weeks had passed and it was now Thursday Night Football that would be taking place in Baltimore with the Bengals going against the Ravens. Joe knew for a fact that you would be there as an analyst, and his stomach was honestly in knots.

He couldn't remember the last time he was this nervous and honestly couldn't wait for the game to be over and done with. And not to mention that this was the game last year that he suffered his wrist injury in.

But, he had to do his best in order to remain focused.

As soon as he ran onto the field with the rest of the team, he spotted you.

And you looked absolutely gorgeous.

Just like he knew you would.

You were sporting a bright smile and the pink outfit you wore complimented your skin well. He knew that for a fact you did this on purpose.

“And there she is. Our good luck charm so hopefully we come away with a win.” Ja’Marr muttered as Joe just sighed.

“And she's wearing pink.”

“So?”

“She knows that pink is my favorite color on her. She did that on purpose.”

“You really do give yourself too much credit. I mean what if that was the outfit her stylist picked?”

“Oh, you mean her stylist Chanel who also knows this information?” Joe replied sarcastically as Ja'Marr rolled his eyes.

“Once again, this shit was your fault. She never wanted to break up with you. So deal with it.”

“How many times are you going to remind me?!”

“As many times as it takes for you to grow some balls and beg here to take you back. 90s style, on your knees, wearing leather in the desert in 100 degree heat.”

“That…. That sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”

“I’m telling you it’ll work, but I did my part and gave you advice. Do what you want.” Ja’Marr told him as he held his hands up in defense. 

The game had now gone into overtime and Joe's extra motivation was winning so that you would interview him. The win was so close, he could taste it. He also planned to ask you when the cameras stopped rolling if you two could talk.

Not about football.

But about the two of you.

He had a strong feeling that you were probably going to say no, but he had to at least try.

Another reason for him trying to talk to you was to get his mom to stop harassing him about trying to fix things between the two of you. Because she probably wasn't going to stop until he did.

Maybe she had been right this entire time. 

Joe's plans of talking to you were crushed as he looked at the scoreboard from the bench glaring back at him. He looked to his left to see you smiling at something Richard Sherman said and threw his helmet before starting to make his way towards the tunnel to the locker room. But what he didn't see until he turned back around was Ja’Marr jogging up to you. 

“Y/N.” You heard from behind and turned around to be met with the face of Ja’Marr as you were interrupted from walking towards Erin Andrews in order to say hi to her since the night had now come to a close.

You gave him a blank stare before he spoke up again.

“I don't have much time and need to head to the locker room, but maybe we can catch up soon. You still live in Cincinnati, right?”

“No and for what? Why would I live in the same city as the person who broke my heart? Nothing left for me there anymore.”

“Because we're friends and I get that. That was a stupid question.” He answered as he was shifting his weight back and forth, clearly nervous about what you were going to say to him.

“Are we friends? That's news to me considering that friends actually answer each other's calls and text messages and don't ignore them especially after a break up.” You replied which earned you a sigh from Ja'Marr in response.

“I know and I feel bad about that.”

“You only feel bad because I'm standing in front of you right now, otherwise you wouldn't care. But I get it. You were his friend first.”

“Y/N, that's not fair. Just… I'll call you so we can talk.”

“Did your best friend put you up to this?”

“No, and he doesn't even know I'm talking to you right now.”

“Hmm, you sure? Because the way he is shooting daggers in the back of your head right now says otherwise.” You told him before he turned around and was met with the sight of Joe looking at him from the tunnel. 

“Have a good rest of your night Ja'Marr.” Was the last thing you said before walking off as he did a light jog towards the tunnel headed to the locker room. As soon as he reached Joe, the questions started firing off at a rapid speed.

“What did she say? No wait, what did YOU say? Was she looking at me? Is she mad at you? Because I know she's probably still mad at me.” 

“I… bro… can you breathe for a second? I'll tell you later.”

“Later? How much later? Does she want to talk to me?” Joe shyly asked as he was now fidgeting.

“Uh, negative. And later as in I'll tell you on the plane later.”

–

Ja'Marr was sitting in his game room while he dialed your number to see if you would answer when he got the alert of someone being at his door.

He quickly opened the app and saw that it was Joe. Closing it just as quickly, he pulled up his text messages and told him to come in and that he was in the game room. The goal wasn't to call you until later, but Joe hadn't shown up at the time he had originally told Ja'Marr and didn't quite know what to expect. 

Because now he was bound to hear the entire conversation.

As soon as he heard your soft voice say “Hello,” was of course when Joe made his presence known and took a seat on the couch next to Ja'Marr.

“Um, hey. Honestly, I didn't think that you would answer. He told you and he could hear a scoff coming from your end.

“You asked to talk, so go ahead and talk.” As soon as Joe heard your voice, his eyes went wide.

They both looked at each other and Joe attempted to reach over and take the phone, but Ja’Marr smacked his hand away, making Joe glare at him.

“First things first, how have you been?”

“Okay I guess. Had to get used to a new normal and I think I've finally adjusted.” You proudly told him as you sipped on your smoothie.

“So where are you living now?”

“I moved back home to Atlanta after everything happened and I have a really nice condo down here. Maybe during the off season, you can come and see it.”

“I'd like that. Have you talked to Justin at all?”

“Ja'Marr, stop bullshitting me. You saw the pics didn't you? And then your best friend asked you if you knew anything about it, am I right?”

“I uh…”

“I've been around you for how many years? I think I know how all three of you operate by now.”

“Justin had told me you two hadn't talked in a while and that's why I wanted to ask. Usually it was when you saw one, you saw the other.”

“That was the first time that we talked since it happened. He apologized to me because I told him that it felt like he chose to be friends with that person instead of me so it felt that my friendship to neither of you was important.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is what it is at this point. Whatever.” You replied as you brushed him off.

“I know it's bad if you don't even want to say his name. And I'm sorry for making you feel that way.”

“Say it for what? I don't have a reason to. And I appreciate the apology. Even if it's months late.”

Joe once again attempted to take the phone and mouthed to Ja'Marr ‘Let me talk to her.’ And once again shook his head no.

“Ja’Marr?”

“Oh, huh?”

“You okay? You seem a little distracted. I called your name twice.”

“I'm fine.”

“Yeah, I know you didn't hear me because I said I've been on a few dates.”

“WITH WHO!?” Joe immediately yelled and Ja'Marr looked like he was damn near ready to tackle him.

It was quiet for a few seconds when both Joe and Ja'Marr were looking at each other anticipating what you would say since they both knew for a fact that you knew Joe's voice like the back of your hand.

They looked at each other, down at Ja'Marr's phone and then back at each other once more.

“I know that voice anywhere. You mean to tell me that he's been listening this entire time and is there with you?!” You asked Ja'Marr who was very close to kicking Joe out of his house.

“I…”

“Y/N! Just talk to me… Please.” Joe was trying to plead with you, but you weren't having it.

“Joseph, you must have lost your fucking mind if you think that I'm going to talk to you. And Ja'Marr I should have known your ass would do this.”

“But I didn't! Joe just….”

“I have things to do so bye. Do me a favor, both of you? Don't call me again.”

Once you hung up, it was silent in the room before Ja'Marr finally broke it.

“Your ass literally had ONE JOB. To stay quiet. And you couldn't do that?”

“I can't help that I miss her.”

“Oh, so now we admit it? A little late for that.”

From that day on, Joe consistently called you at least once a week and it was right after Thanksgiving and Black Friday when you had finally given in and responded to a text that he had sent you.

Ex- Boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- Y/N, you left your LSU sweatshirt here. Do you want to come and get it?

You- Throw it away

Ex- Boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- But it's one of your favorite ones. And I obviously can't fit it. Oh and I found one of your earrings.

When you saw the photo come through on your phone, you sighed.

It was the one you had been looking for for months.

You- You bought them for me and so I don't want them. Throw them out too.

Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- I'm not throwing those out. They were expensive as hell. And it's your favorite pair.

You- Give them to the girl you cheated on me with

Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- I NEVER cheated on you and I'm going to give someone one earring?

You- Or so you say and I don't care what the fuck you do at this point.

Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- You can literally go through my phone and I can prove I'm not lying

You- Do you really think I'm that dumb? It's been months and you have had plenty of time to delete whatever evidence was left.

Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- I know you aren't dumb and I’m not lying. You also left this here. 

It was another picture and it was your favorite lingerie set that Joe had bought you.

And of course it was pink.

Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- I figured you probably wanted it 

You- I'm coming to get my things and then I'm leaving.

Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- What day are you coming?

You- When is your next off day?

Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- Wednesday 

You- I'll be there around 3 pm.

Wednesday was finally here and Joe being excited was an understatement. He knew that it was a long shot, but he filled the fridge as well as the pantry with your favorite food and snacks just in case.

Sure enough the doorbell rang at 3 pm as promised and Joe just about sprinted to the door in order not to delay seeing you any longer. Once he opened the door he tried to contain his excitement, but failed miserably.

“Hey.” Joe greeted you as you just stared at him before greeting him as well.

“Hi, let's make this quick. Where are my things?” You said as Joe then moved to the side to let you pass by him to get into the house.

You were trying to quiet the butterflies in your stomach as you walked past him.

“Wait, can we please talk? I mean I have you here, so…” He replied while rubbing the back of his neck which was a tell tale sign of him being nervous and you turned around to face him.

“I don't have time for this. I told you that I needed to make this quick.”

“Where do you even have to be right now? And you would have probably kept dodging my calls if I even attempted to do it that way.”

“Very far away from my ex-boyfriend is where I need to be and you have a point. Besides, I told your mom that I would see her while I was here.”

“Wait, what!? So, you'll go and see my mom, but won't talk to me?” Joe asked and you crossed your arms.

“Last time I checked, your mother isn't the one who broke up with me. Far as I'm concerned, she's still in my good graces while you sir are far from it. Very far actually. At this point, you are galaxies away from it. You like outer space so I know you'll get that reference.”

“Just give me ten minutes. Twenty if you’re feeling generous.”

“I'm not feeling generous, but you probably won't let me leave anyway until I do so I might as well.” You sarcastically commented as you went to sit on the couch in the living room with Joe coming to sit next to you.

“Okay so… I miss you and breaking up with you was probably the stupidest thing I've ever done.”

“Joseph…” You started to say as you pinched the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath.

You literally just wanted your clothes.

That's it.

“Let me finish. I… I know it's been months, but I haven't been sleeping properly and it seems that everything around me is also turning to shit. But, you were always there for me and you were my number one supporter, no matter what. Even when I look back on some situations, I probably wouldn't have considered myself the best boyfriend and that wasn't fair to you. I honestly have no idea why I thought breaking up with you was a good idea. But at the same time, it got to the point where I felt like I was living with a roommate and not my actual girlfriend because I had given up and took you for granted. You were the one who kept trying, but I honestly couldn't see it getting any better in the future for us.”

Silence hung in the air for at least a minute before you deeply sighed once more. 

“I honestly thought that you were going to ask me to marry you that day, but instead you broke up with me.” You quietly said as Joe then nodded his head before you said anything else. 

“And out of all the days to do it? Our official anniversary and Valentine’s Day?” You added while looking at him.

“Definitely not my best moment.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“But that's why I'm apologizing now and trying to make this right.”

“Let me ask you this. Why do you think that you deserve another chance?”

“Because I need to show you that I can be the boyfriend that you deserve. I’m going to make sure that I treat you like a priority and not put you on the backburner because of whatever else that I have going on. And I definitely came to the conclusion that you were right.”

“About?”

“Telling me that it was bullshit when I said that I wasn't in love with you anymore.”

“Hmm, funny how that played out, huh?” You replied without looking impressed by Joe's explanation. 

“I promise you that you won't regret it. Giving me a second chance I mean.”

“I need to think about it.”

“And that's fine. Take all the time you need. But I can grab your stuff for you so you can be on your way. It's upstairs.”

“You can't pack a bag to save your life, no matter how simple it is. I'll go get it.” You told Joe and hopped off the couch before he could protest. As soon as you walked into what was once your master bedroom, there the bag was sitting at the end of the bed.

You unzipped it to see your sweatshirt, the earring in a small jewelry box, and your lingerie as Joe had promised. What you didn't expect was your neon green vibrator as well as your rose toy to be underneath everything. 

As you were playing with the rose in your hand, you heard Joe's voice behind you.

“I figured that you would want those back too.”

“I was in such a rush to get all of my things that I completely forgot about them.”

That was when Joe came closer to you and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“But I know for a fact that as many times as you make yourself cum with your vibrator that it'll never be on the same level as me.” 

“Hmm…”

“Hmm, what?”

“Then prove it.” You whispered and Joe immediately turned you around to face him. One hand went around your waist as the other reached up to stroke your cheek.

“You sure about that?” He asked while a smirk started to form on his face.

“If I wasn’t sure then I wouldn’t have said it.”

—

“Right there, stay right there.” You moaned out and Joe abided by your command while also placing the rose toy on your clit at the same time.

Your right hand went over your mouth as your orgasm hit you and obviously noticing, Joe then slid out and stood up from the bed to gaze at you before he pulled you by your ankles to the bottom making you yelp as he began to use his tongue to pleasure you. 

The hold that he had on your hips was tightened as he felt you squirming and came up for air while also scolding you to stay still.

“You told me to prove it, but I can't do that if you keep moving. Stay still, baby.” He told you before going back to his previous task.

After some time had passed there seemed to be a pattern with his movements and then a sudden realization hit you.

He was spelling his name over and over again with his tongue over your clit.

Not just his first name either, but literally 

Joseph

Lee

Burrow 

Joe was marking his territory as you felt that you were going to absolutely lose it. 

“Shit, oh my gosh. Fuckkk.”

At this point, your eyes were closed but when you opened them, you looked down to see Joe staring directly at you with his gaze not faltering for a second.

“Take your eyes off me again and I won't let you cum.”

Listening to directions, you did as you were told and your hands found a way into his hair. The tugging on it that you were doing was an attempt in order to keep him as close to you as possible.

Feeling that you were close once more, you began grinding against his face as Joe began to suck on your clit.

Not even thirty seconds later, you squirted all over his face and could tell that the sheets underneath you were definitely ruined. As you were trying to move away from him in an attempt to recover, he pulled you back and still continued to eat you out making you scream in protest.

“Fuck, Joeyyyy I can't take it.”

“You can and you will. Give me one more, just one. I know my pretty girl can give me one more.”

Hearing him call you ‘pretty girl’ sent you completely over the edge and you damn near fell off the bed before Joe caught you and pulled you back. 

As soon as he let you catch your breath, he peered up at you and smirked.

No words were spoken as he immediately flipped you over onto your stomach and you knew what was coming next.

“I thought you said one more!?”

“Well I lied. Arch your back for me. Unless you don't want me to?” Joe asked as he leaned forward to plant a kiss on your shoulder.

“You haven't had me inside for damn near a year. Don't tell me you want to tap out already. Hmm, pretty girl? You got one more in you?”

Not responding to him with words, you laid your head to rest on your arms as you lifted your hips and arched your back like he originally told you.

Joe let out a small laugh before lining himself up with your entrance and slowly sliding in making a gasp escape from your mouth.

“That’s what I thought.”

–

“This doesn't mean that I forgive you.” You told him as both of you were trying to catch your breath as you rested your head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around you.

“But it's a good start, right?” He asked while leaning over to kiss your cheek and all you did was look at him.

“I knew that you couldn’t resist and did I prove you right?”

“Don't push it. And now because of you distracting me, I don't have enough time to go and see your mom before my flight leaves. She has literally been begging me to come and see her.”

“You were the one who told me to prove it and it was a good distraction but how about this? You fly back and spend my birthday with me. I mean if your schedule allows it that is. You're only covering Thursday's night game, right?” Joe asked hopeful and proceeded to give you puppy dog eyes which he knew was your weakness and knew that more than likely you weren't going to say no.

“I…”

“Please? We're flying back on Monday since we're playing at 8 on Sunday. I would love to have you here waiting for me.”

“Please don't let me regret this.”

“I promise that you won't.” He replied as you propped your head on your arm to look at him.

“I didn't think I would regret it the first time, but look at what happened.” You quietly said and Joe lowkey looked offended.

“Wait, you regret being with me?”

“No, I didn't word it right. I don't regret being with you. But towards the end, I thought we were back on the same page, but apparently we weren't. I regret letting it get as bad as it did.”

“I guess that's fair. And I can imagine at one point that I wasn't the easiest person to be around.” Joe confessed as you nodded.

“You weren't, but because of the type of person that I am, I was there to be as supportive as possible because I knew that you would do the same thing for me. Or at least at one time I thought you would.” You trailed off as Joe nodded his head meaning that he understood. 

“If you are willing to give me another chance, I promise that it won't happen again. I took you for granted and have been feeling the effects since February.”

“I'll be back here on Saturday and stay until Tuesday so that way I'm able to spend your birthday with you.” You told him and Joe couldn't hide the smile that graced his face and squeezed you tighter and kissed your forehead.

“Don't kiss me, I don't know where your mouth has been.”

“You do know. I just spent 45 minutes eating you out.”

“Oh. Good point. I guess I'll allow it.”

“And I'm not done so sit on my face.”

“You literally don't want me to be able to walk do you?”

“Just following directions you gave. Don't be mad at me for listening.”

As promised, you flew back in on Saturday and saw Joe off before his flight, went to lunch with Robin and it was currently Sunday. You had been watching the games since they started with an occasional nap during halftime.

It was now time for the Bengals to take the field against the Cowboys and you were wrapped in a burrito blanket in what used to be your shared bed with Joe.

As much as you didn't want to admit it, once you caught the scent of Joe’s pillow it gave you a feeling of comfort. Which was the usual thing before the two of you broke up.

Positioning yourself so that you were laying directly on it and still in view of the television, you settled in as you got comfortable.

You missed him more than you wanted to admit at the moment and had to think long and hard about giving him another chance seeing as you never gave him a final answer. 

Did he deserve one?

You weren't quite sure if he did.

All that was running through your mind as kickoff began and the camera was quickly put onto him showing him on the sideline grabbing his helmet was if he happened to be really sorry for what he did and truly wanted to make a change.

Or was it just the convenience of it all?

Starting all over after being with someone for six years? You didn't exactly want to do that either, but you had already been making those small steps to do so since you believed that you were done with him for good.

But seeing as you were underneath him just twenty four hours before proved you wrong.

Yes, football was a priority and his career, but you were a priority too and expected to be treated as such. Because even though you also had your career as well, you always made sure to let him know how important he was to you by your actions.

So, the question was even though it had been almost an entire year, were things actually going to be different?

You couldn't hold it in any longer and picked up your phone to quickly dial Sage's number, but decided against it and ultimately came to the conclusion that a facetime call might be better. Once she came into view after she answered, she made a face at you.

“I was waiting for you to call me.”

“Oh?”

“Where are you because you turned off your location and don't think I didn't notice.”

“Um..”

“Um, what?” Sage started to say, but then her eyes went wide.

“So, would the nature of this call happen to concern someone with the name Joseph Lee Burrow? I mean I guess it does seeing as you're in his bed.. well what once was your bed… and not watching the game with me. You had sex with him, didn't you? I love when I'm right. Tell me I'm right.”

“Three times Wednesday and once on Saturday before he left on his flight to Dallas.”

“I knew you were going to take that man back!” Sage yelled as she smiled at you.

“Hold on! I literally never said that.”

“I give you 24 hours to make it official. His birthday is tomorrow after all. Was that his gift? Or did you actually get him something?” She asked as you had now sat against the headboard.

“I'm actually giving him the gift that he was going to get on Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, yall are back together.”

“That's just it. I was here thinking that I wasn't sure if I should give him another chance.” You told her as the Cowboys kicked it back to the Bengals and it was Joe's turn to take the field once again.

“You two are meant to be together, but I get you being hesitant because the way you two broke up was diabolical.”

“It started with Ja'Marr wanting to talk to me, which I knew was about the pictures of me and Justin and to be nosey. However, Joe was listening the entire time and ended up blowing his cover and was pleading for me to talk to him.”

“What ended up blowing his cover?”

“I said to Ja'Marr that I had been on a few dates.”

“But you haven't…”

“I know and I did that on purpose. Ja'Marr was acting weird and I had a feeling that Joe was there with him and my theory proved to be right. Then Joe begged to talk to me and I told him in not so many words to fuck off.”

“But now you're in his bed….”

“He kept calling me for like a week straight and I finally answered a text where he said that he still had some of my things. And now here we are.”

“You're my best friend and I want you to be happy. Bottom line is that the little white boy from Athens makes you happy. I don't know why you're fighting this. Yes he fucked up but is trying to make it up to you.”

Hearing her say this made you sigh and nod your head in agreement at the same time.

“What if we break up again?”

“I highly doubt that. I think now he realizes what he lost, so therefore he knows better.”

“I had lunch with his mom yesterday too.”

“Ms. Robin goes harder for you than she does her own children and it is honestly hilarious. Best type of in law to have.

“And she also told me that she's been planning our wedding and she's been harassing Joe to apologize to me for, in her words, ‘being incredibly stupid’.”

“Well she does have a point.”

“I'm taking a chance and going to see how it goes.”

Feeling the bed dip, you opened your eyes to see Joe attempting to slide in next to you, but it proved to be slightly difficult since you were literally sprawled out across the bed like a starfish.

It made Joe laugh to himself as he opened his bedroom door and saw you. He had stood there for a few minutes simply admiring you and thought to himself that if you did end up getting him another chance, he better not do anything to fuck it up.

Otherwise, his mom probably would never let him live it down.

After taking a quick shower, he crawled into the bed next to you and felt you stir as he moved your head to lay on his chest.

He heard your quiet voice and then knew his attempt to try and not wake you up had failed.

“What time is it?”

“6 am, go back to sleep. I didn't mean to wake you up.”

“Why are you here so early? You're not supposed to be back until later.” You sleepily mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Because I missed you and wanted to spend as much time with you as I possibly could.”

“Happy birthday and I have your gift for you.”

“Wait, you didn't have to get me anything. Just you talking to me is a gift in itself.” Joe told you as he mumbled the last part.

“This is actually your gift from Valentine’s Day. I don't want it anymore so I figured that I should give it to you.” 

“We can do all that later. Just go back to sleep.”

“Fine.” You told him as you buried your face in his chest making him laugh.

It was quiet for a few minutes and Joe thought you had fallen back asleep and was starting to drift off himself when he heard you call his name.

“Joseph….”

“Hmm?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I'll give you another chance, but if you fuck this up don't expect another one.”

“I promise I won't.”

“And I'm telling your mom.”

“I figured. You and her are best friends so when it comes to the two of you nothing surprises me. Any time I call her she never asks how I am, just if I had talked to you yet. And also never missed an opportunity to tell me how stupid I was for breaking up with you.”

“Because it was stupid and now look who came crawling back because he missed me? And you definitely failed to mention that she had been planning for a wedding even after we had broken up. She has an entire pinterest board she showed me when I went to see her.”

“And she’ll be excited when I tell her that we’re back together, but it’s probably going to take a lot of making up for you to even consider wanting to share my last name.”

“Play your cards right and there will be no reason for my answer to be anything other than yes.”

“Oh, and I should probably also mention that I never took your name off the deed so this is still your house just as much as it is mine.” 

A few days later, Ja’Marr was confused as to why he hadn’t seen Joe come out of his house yet in order to head to practice. He had sent him a text and called him multiple times, yet no response. The two of them would typically leave at the same time and lately Ja’Marr had been listening to Joe’s constant rants about you.

Walking over to his house, Ja’Marr banged on the front door in an attempt to wake him up if he was still sleeping because this wasn’t like him at all.

“Joe! Wake your ass up! We got shit to do! And because your ass is late, I can’t stop on the way and get McDonalds! So you owe me!”

About a minute and a half had passed before Ja’Marr banged on the door once again and when he was mid knock, the door flew open to reveal you behind it in one of Joe’s shirts and Ja’Marr’s eyes went wide before a smirk graced his face.

“Y/N?!? What?!”

“Ja’Marr, shut the fuck up because I’m still mad at you for what you did. But he’s getting ready now and will be down here in five minutes so can you please stop banging on the door and yelling at the top of your lungs?”

“I uh… um… it’s good to see you again. And you can be mad at me all you want, but I see my plan worked.” He said as he gestured to your outfit. 

“You don’t know that.”

“Y/N, you literally answered Joe’s front door in just his t-shirt. I know enough and I also know that yall were clearly fucking and Joe probably slept through his alarm.”

“No, he actually woke up early and I sucked his dick into another dimension and that’s why he’s late. I fucked him last night, but I’m still mad at you.”

“Spare me the details! I didn’t need to know all that.”

“Well I told you so deal with it.” You replied while crossing your arms across your chest.

Just then Joe came up behind you and turned you around to lean down and place several kisses on your lips which you gladly accepted as you wrapped your arms around him. 

“Okay, cut it out with the PDA! It’s too early!” Ja’Marr said as he was looking at the two of you. 

“Uh? Last time I checked, you were standing at my front door?” Joe told him as he smirked and Ja’Marr rolled his eyes.

“About time you two got back together. Now can we PLEASE leave? We’re going to have to do at least 80 to make it on time!”

“You worry too much, we’ll get there. Anyway, see you later, babe.”

“I’ll be here when you get back with nothing on laying in your bed.” You told him as you reached up to kiss him as he bit his lip while looking at you.

“Okay! ENOUGH! JOE, GET YOUR ASS TO THE CAR, NOW.”

“Stop being such a cockblocker.” He told him and you handed him the keys to his Porsche and Ja’Marr was following close behind as he walked to his car. 

“Apparently from what I’ve been told, I’m not blocking a damn thing.”

When both of them had their seatbelts on, Joe started the car and quickly backed out the driveway. The entire time Ja’Marr had been looking at him smiling.

Joe noticed as he looked over at him and started laughing.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“About time she took your ass back. But if you fuck up again, you’re on your own.”

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y/nsanders: had to spin the block one time real quick. happy super bowl week 😘💕

sagethegeminii: now where's the ring?

y/nsanders: sage, slow your roll

robinburrow: I'm psychic and no one can tell me otherwise. my daughter looks so pretty!

joeyb_9: robinburrow log out because you're being messy smh

y/nsanders: joeyb_9 mama burrow stays. It's already bad enough she had to push your big headed ass out. leave her alone.

joeyb_9: 🙄🙄🙄

lahjay10_: my favorite couple back together again. I expect a shoutout in the wedding vows.

y/nsanders: lahjay10_ we'll think about it

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What your favorite TWST character says about you :)

As a note before I begin: I saw one of these that shamed malleus and randomly even chenya enjoyers- (claimed that they were pick mes or something? 😭) so i wanted to make one that was more positive out of spite <3 make it more about the writing and why people appreciate the characters. Take each of these with a grain of salt i spose- also a lot of them share similar themes <3

(Aka fans who have different views or even blatantly incorrect views of characters will always exist everywhere, but insulting the entirety of a group solely for enjoying a character, many for different reasons, is probably not a great idea!

I get that sometimes people suck and thats understandable, but quit generalizing ok? Ok.

From a malleus enjoyer who just thinks hes a silly little guy and im tired of feeling like i have to defend myself bc he's my blorbo 😵‍💫)

Final note: i love unapologetically taking frustration and turning it into something that can make people smile 💕 also i blindly wrote this from 11pm-midnight :))) dividers by @/cafekitsune!

Heartslabyul:

Riddle: you enjoy and/or relate to the idea of healing from the past. Working hard to improve oneself for the ones around you and yourself: creating a healthier environment where you can be happy

Trey: there is immense complexity in things that are seemingly mundane. Digging deeper and deeper to find something truly sweet and heart warming is your joy.

Cater: maybe you relate, or maybe you used to, or maybe parts of the connections made in the past/presence/future dont feel as deep as you truly want them to be. There is something beautiful about a desire for genuine human connection, but also peace in being alone. There is a safe space for you yet, just be patient. 💕

Deuce: you love drive and determination. An endless stubbornness that keeps one going against all odds. Against every person who tells someone they cant. You watch them get proven wrong, and its pure bliss.

Ace: you find the connection between people beyond words heartwarming: even the seemingly simple ones. The ability to have a connection with someone who can get up to some mischief, tease back and forth, yet be there when you need them to be one of the most valuable things.

Savanaclaw:

Leona: Adversity over a lack of belief in oneself is a very difficult thing to overcome- yet it is very possible with the right crowd, the right amount of time, healing, and effort. You think someone's worth lies more than just within their title/job/appearance, but within the fact that they are able to stand back up and keep moving onward despite the odds. The hope for that change, and the ability to get out of bed in the morning on its own is strength.

Ruggie: Despite being through so much trauma at such a young age, recovery happens anyway. Its not perfect, at times the lessons learned are even rough. The survival tactics that once helped are now hard to ditch when theyre not needed anymore, but the ability to smile and joke and keep pushing onwards is something you value in life.

Jack: Self discipline can be both extremely useful as well as harmful in different ways. You find the way people can constantly strive to better themselves at what they love and/or morally to be highly admirable.

Octavinelle:

Azul: People can be cruel. And sometimes that cruelty inspires cruelty. Sometimes its simply used as a way to move on and survive insecurities created from it. Its hard, its a fight, but those insecurities are part of what make people beautiful. They are nothing to be ashamed of, and even the many tactics and smart ways of learning to overcome cruelness can be beautiful too.

Jade: The mind is extremely powerful. Intelligence and knowledge are not the only important things, no. Using that intel to find entertainment in the surrounding world can be exhilarating. Finding and discovering new unknowns: learning their ins and outs until they're a part of you is something you can relate to.

Floyd: speaking of fun- you love what is essentially the written version of a roller coaster. Ups and downs, ins and outs. Every single twist and turn is exhilarating and new. Every different perspective provides new insight into a multitude of different things. You are along for the ride, and you are having a lovely time.

Scarabia:

Jamil: self discovery can be very difficult after purposefully suppressing parts of one's self for a long time. Yet, the healing happens anyway (once again aha <3). People discover new parts of themselves, slowly becoming more comfortable not only with their environment, but how they react to it. The discovery is freedom, and freedom is bliss to you. New traits about oneself bloom like a flower: if not in the soil, then stubbornly in the cracks of cement. You gently take that bloom from the concrete and pot it, placing it gingerly in a beam of sunlight.

Kalim: Happiness isnt only sunshine to the one smiling, but to everyone else around them. It is delightfully infectious. However, happiness isnt a constant. You think emotions all emotions should be experienced rather than suppressed, because holding back sadness for the sake of others is a disservice to one's self. Discovering your own emotions, any range of them, is what makes people uniquely human. If anyone is holding those emotions back- hell, any part of them back, they need to be let out of the cage.

Pomefiore:

Vil: "Beauty is on the inside" is a saying thats been around for a long time, but beauty comes in so many forms. It can come from the stubborn desire to improve one's self: to be kinder, to help those around you, to be good. However it is impossible to be perfect. At times, for some, this can be crushing. People are hurt unintentionally, natural frustration can brew, the wrong actions can be taken: and thats okay. You believe whats important is to pick yourself up and keep going. To err is to be human, and that is beautiful too.

Rook: Error is beautiful. Symmetry is beautiful. Asymmetry is beautiful. A crack in the side walk is beautiful. Small things are beautiful, big things are beautiful. The nurturing of something through endless care is beautiful. The undeniable traits and hobbies of every individual that make them unique are beautiful. You find the endless optimism in finding beauty to be, in itself, beautiful.

Epel: Sometimes people will view others in ways that they wish not to be perceived as. This isnt in our control, as much as we sometimes want it to be. All you can do i be unapologetically yourself. To be you to the utmost degree. To prove those who thought otherwise to be foolish. You find this strength to find value in yourself despite others opinions admirable.

Ignihyde:

Idia: you have depression /j

Ok for real-

Life can be such a cunt. It can beat a person down, down, down and leave them vulnerable enough to fear it. To fear that beating, whenever it may next come. The anxiety of never knowing what or who will come next, or what one could lose. At times it feels more comforting to find a routine in solitude. But you know that the small things that give joy will wiggle their way in with time. The broken will meet people who love and care and find comfort in the companionship of healing, even from the little things: like a new story to read or game to play.

Ortho: You value unconditional support. Support through everything: the good, the bad, the just kind of okay. Knowing that someone can have ones back for every little thing- to be there solely because they care and wish the best for others- is something you look up to and maybe even wish to be for another.

Diasomnia:

Malleus: god damn people can be so hard to read and understand. They are so complicated: they are books you have to pay attention to from start to finish. But once you reach the end, you have a deep seated appreciation for them, and for the ones who stuck around to read your book too. Even if it was just for a fleeting moment: it is a happy moment. As painful as temporary things can be, it is also what you think can make the relationships we love and have loved so valuable.

Lilia: there can be suffering everywhere. There is war. There is famine. But there are also endless new sights to see. New discoveries to be made to help those still going through famine and war. New ways to love and understand people you never thought you'd understand. The development and positive parts of humanity, even though at times it can look bleak, are ever present to you. You love the discovery: of places and of people.

Silver: you believe that there is solace in being your own individual, regardless of who you are bound by blood to. Being shaped my experiences, friends, hardships, and new places are what make a person who they are. You value finding roots in and making your own home.

Sebek: Dedication can be a hard thing to come by, but when it does it can grab someone by the reigns. Using every waking moment to cherish that thing, learn more about it, become better at something, and strive to better ones self can be very admirable to you. But, on the other hand, it also calls for the occasional rest.

OTHER (just for ones I know well enough, sorry!)

Neige: You love kindness despite hardship. One can go through horrible things and still choose to be kind. The world could begin to end, and one could still choose to be kind, because it means everything.

Chenya: Curiosity fuels exploration. It fuels art. It fuels everything. It fuels excitement. It fuels friendships. It fuels medicine. It fuels life. Curiosity is endlessly fun, and you think that is very whimsical

Meleanor: Sacrifice for others can be tragic. Knowing what another person has given up for someone else, maybe even everything, is gut wrenching but undeniably a selfless love to you.

Crewel: There can be kindness in strictness. In teachings, there can be a parental guide. There can be someone who cares for you and undeniably wants you to succeed. They know that you can, so they push you towards it. You want this support.

Trein: Love surpasses time. When the ones we love are gone, the memories of them are still held close, with the love once given to them, we can show to others through advice and guidance that comes with time. You find comfort in that.

Crowley: People are flawed. We all know this, yet despite a persons flaws... however many there may be, there is still something hopeful and human about it. About having those flaws and persisting regardless. You may even like those flaws, and the unashamed desire to press on even with them on display.

Fellow/Ernesto: Live for yourself. This is what you desire. People are often caught up in material or monetary things. After all, we live in a world that required it to survive and even be respected. To throw away those views and simply live as you see fit: regardless as to whether you earn those things or not, is something you admire.

Rollo: Sometimes the attachment we have to those we lost can be painful. Regardless, that pain is proof that there was care and love. The things done for others, whether alive or dead, are done selflessly. Grief can fuel hatred, but it can also be caused by love. To unlearn hatred and learn to love again after the fear of loss is a natural human experience. It is a process you understand and admire those who take the time and strength needed to properly love again.

Thank you for reading <3

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₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Astro Late Night Observations Pt 3 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊

Venus & Embracing Lighthearted Part of the House Placement 🎭 💸 🏠 💗

Whatever house we have Venus in is where we enjoy the lighthearted aspects of that house. For example, having a 12th house Venus can take a liking to and display skills in acting 🎭 since it deals with the imagination. An 8th house Venus can take a liking to and display skills in day trading, crypto, side hustles & investing

3rd House Placements Being Busy Bees 🐝

3rd house placements lean towards being very busy 

The Moon & Venus in Synastry 🌙💗

Venus represents our personal preferences, and the Moon is our needs, especially in Synastry chart compatibility. We may be able to work through different preferences easier (technically incompatible Venus signs) than we can work through different emotional needs (technically incompatible Moon signs)

South Node in Air Signs Becoming Less Social Throughout Life 🌙☁️🚪

When the South Node is in an air sign and the North Node is in a fire sign, this can mean the person is meant to become less social and busy, entering cycles of recharge & self rather than others (unless the North & South Nodes both sit at an air degree) then the native could remain a little more busy, and it can work, but maybe the circle of who they hang out with becomes smaller or switches throughout life 

Chiron & The Judgements From Others We Take Personally ❤️‍🩹🗝️

Chiron can represent the type of judgement we take personally. For example, a Libra Chiron or Taurus Chiron might take judgments on how they spend money personally as well as comments on their appearance. Or a Chiron in the 9th house or in Sagittarius may take judgments on their beliefs personally and get triggered. Virgo Chiron might take comments made against their judgment or intelligence very personally. Scorpio Chiron might take comments hinting they lack personal power personally. Leo Chiron might take comments surrounding being attention-seeking personally

Mercury & Jupiter Harsh Aspects and Closed Mindedness 🧠🚪💭

Harsh aspects with Mercury and Jupiter can represent people who are closed-minded or struggle with different opinions from their own philosophies 

Difference Between Cancer, Capricorn & Aquarius Jupiters ⚖️ 🧠 💭

Jupiter in Cancer or Capricorn can lean towards more traditional values & beliefs versus having an Aquarius Jupiter can indicate being open towards understanding, accepting & even embracing more progressive values & beliefs 

Squares to the Nodes & Skipped Step in Previous Life 🚧 🗺️ 🧭

Squares to the Nodes can represent things that were a reality in which we didn’t accept and that could have been met with consistent resistance in order to pay attention to what we’re not accepting. We have to let go of the South Node’s lower vibrational energy that would keep the native uncomfortable when karmic scenarios come up and revert back to unsatisfying familiar & comfortable ways of dealing with things 

Vesta & Our Non-Negotiables 🚫 💕

Vesta conjunctions and Vesta shows what’s deeply spiritual to you. Saturn aspecting Vesta can indicate discipline is spiritual to us; it keeps the fire inside of us alive. Vesta in aspect to our Mars can indicate sex, and Vesta in aspect to Venus can be beauty & our personal values

Pluto & Burnout 🧨🌧️

Whatever house Pluto is located in can be where we experience periods of burnout, where we share our private information and/or what we keep private. It is the area of life where we willingly put ourselves in situations that can look doubtful just to go to the extreme and have it shift us as a result

[itsnesss]

𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧 | minho (xo,kitty) × fem!reader

OO1. OO2. OO3.

summary | during a weekend getaway, unspoken tension between you and minho comes to a head despite his relationship. a stolen kiss leaves you conflicted, torn between your feelings and doing what’s right

warnings | fluff, infidelity, tension, kisses, emotional conflict

word count | 1.6 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The invitation arrived unexpectedly at night. You were about to finish your tasks when your phone buzzed with a message in the group chat you shared with your friends.

Min Ho: "Hey, losers. This weekend, I’m inviting you to my dad’s cabin. Before you start making pathetic plans, confirm who’s coming. It’s going to be epic."

You stared at the message, surprised. Min Ho didn’t usually organize things like this… or at least, he didn’t invite everyone. Yuri was the first to reply.

Yuri: "Of course, we’re coming! Although I can’t believe you’re being generous. Is this a joke?"

Juliana: "I’m in! I wouldn’t miss it!"

Q: "Count me in."

Then, a message from Stella, his girlfriend, appeared.

Stella: "It’ll be fun. 💕"

For a moment, you hesitated. There was something about the idea of spending a weekend with Min Ho that made you feel… nervous. For months, there had been this strange tension between you two: glances that lasted longer than they should, little jokes only you understood, and an electricity you tried to ignore. But he had a girlfriend. And you weren’t that kind of person.

Still, you finally typed: "I’m in."

Min Ho: "Good choice. See you Friday at 5 PM. Don’t be late.

The weekend came quickly. Everyone gathered in the KISS parking lot, where Min Ho waited with his cars. Stella took the passenger seat, and you ended up in the back, squeezed between Yuri and Juliana. During the ride, Min Ho drove with a confidence that was as infuriating as it was attractive, throwing sarcastic comments that seemed aimed directly at you.

"Ready for the best weekend of your life?" he asked, briefly glancing back at you with a smug grin.

"I don’t know, Min Ho. You’ll have to try really hard to impress me," you replied, crossing your arms.

The "cabin" turned out to be a luxury villa in the middle of the forest, with huge windows, modern furniture, and a lake view straight out of a postcard. "Welcome to paradise," Min Ho said, spreading his arms wide.

The afternoon passed with board games, walks by the lake, and laughter. Stella was more interested in her phone than the group, leaving Min Ho free to talk to you more than he should have. His comments seemed harmless, but there was something in his tone and the way he looked at you that made your heart beat faster than usual.

When night fell, Yuri suggested using the outdoor jacuzzi. "It’s the perfect way to end the day!"

"I hope you all brought decent swimsuits," Min Ho said, throwing you a teasing look.

"I hope you talk less," you shot back, meeting his gaze.

The jacuzzi was surrounded by warm lights that gave the garden a tranquil atmosphere. Everyone got in, laughing, and for a while, you managed to relax. Min Ho, as always, dominated the conversation with exaggerated stories, but his eyes kept finding yours. That invisible connection you’d both been ignoring was there, growing stronger by the minute.

One by one, your friends began to leave the jacuzzi. Yuri and Juliana were the first, saying they were cold. Then Q, who yawned dramatically before saying goodnight. Finally, Stella said, "I’m going to bed, love. Don’t stay too long," planting a kiss on Min Ho’s cheek before disappearing into the villa.

Now, you were alone with him. You tried to focus on the starry sky, but the silence between you was too heavy. Finally, Min Ho broke the ice.

"Why do you always do that?"

You turned to him, confused. "Do what?"

"Pretend like nothing matters to you," he said, leaning against the edge of the jacuzzi as he stared at you.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, Min Ho," you replied, crossing your arms.

"Yes, you do," he insisted, with that infuriating smile that made your heart race and drove you crazy at the same time.

"If you’re looking for a fight, find someone else," you retorted, turning your gaze back to the water.

But he didn’t back down. "I’m not looking for a fight. I just want to understand why you act like you don’t feel the same way I do."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Min Ho, you have a girlfriend."

"That doesn’t answer my question," he said, leaning a little closer to you.

You looked him straight in the eye, trying to stay calm. "Because it doesn’t make sense, Min Ho. We’re different. You’re… you. And I don’t want complications."

"Complications?" he repeated, as if he couldn’t believe it. "Is that what you think I am?"

"No," you admitted softly. "But all of this would be. I don’t want to be the reason someone gets hurt."

For a moment, Min Ho didn’t say anything. He just looked at you, a mix of frustration and something else in his eyes. Finally, he spoke. "Do you know what your problem is? You always try to do the right thing, even when it’s not what you want."

"And that’s a bad thing, according to you?" you replied, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but…" he began, then stopped. He sighed, as if he was about to confess something important. "I’ve been trying to ignore this for months. But every time I’m near you, it’s like nothing else exists."

His words left you breathless. You wanted to say something, but the words didn’t come. And then, before you could think about what you were doing, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was slow, intense, and full of everything you both had been holding back. His hands gently cupped your face, while the world around you seemed to disappear. But just as you were starting to lose yourself in the moment, reality hit you like a bucket of cold water.

You pulled away abruptly, your heart pounding. "This shouldn’t have happened," you said, moving away from him.

Min Ho looked at you, confused. "Why not?"

"Because you have a girlfriend, Min Ho. Stella trusts you. I can’t be that person."

"And what about what I feel? Or what you feel?" he asked, his voice softer this time.

"That doesn’t matter. It can’t matter," you whispered, your eyes filled with a sadness you couldn’t hide.

You quickly got up, wrapping the towel around your body. "I’m sorry, but this isn’t right."

Without waiting for a response, you walked back to the villa, leaving Min Ho alone. His words, and the warmth of his kiss, echoed in your mind as you walked away. This shouldn’t have happened. It couldn’t happen. And yet, a part of you wished things were different.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hiii how are you? Could i please request a jealousy fic with jason and dick, like how would they react? What would they do about it? I'm sorry its reallyyy cliche, but i love it anyway💕

Hi anon! I’ve been fine, been taking lots of power naps whenever I can, especially after work, but I’ve fine.

Jason’s jealously more or less comes from a place of insecurity.

He fears that one interaction with the right guy/ girl/ whomever would be enough to make you see that there were better options out there than him.

He never doubts your loyalty to him, never. He wasn’t that pathetic. He just didn’t trust everyone else that even looked at you in the same light as he did on the daily, and it was extremely evident when Jason didn’t like the looks of someone; Furrowed brows over narrowed judging eyes, his form practically towering over you protectively as he stares down the person whom he believes might take you from him.

His protectiveness tends to spike up periodically the moment he see the person get a little too close for comfort and he would clench his jaw to prevent himself from saying something he might regret later on; Jason tries to restrain himself for your sake but it was blatantly obvious that he was on the brink of exploding.

So when you both got home Jason didn’t waste any time in letting you know how he felt during the entire interaction after having forced himself to hold his own tongue.

‘Did you find that person attractive?’ He’d ask.

‘No.’ you said. ‘were you jealous?’

‘I thought me staring down the poor bastard was evident enough.’ Jason scoffs and you hugged his waist all the while pressing reassuring kisses at the base of his neck, when his hands reached to hold yours and intertwine your fingers together.

‘I know that you know I love you very much, no one else catches my eye when I have you,’ you reassured as you pressed another kiss to his neck, ‘my beautiful boy, my beautiful jay birdie.’ You added in a whisper as Jason felt the last remnants of jealously fade away into the background with every kiss you gave him.

‘Are you sure you can see yourself being with me? long term I mean.’ He then says as he squeezed your hands in his search of comfort from you and it broke your heart when he didn’t see himself the way you did, but you were more then willing to kiss and cuddle away his troubles if it meant reminding him of his worth.

‘Without question.’ You confidently told him, squeezing his hands. ‘I don’t see myself with anyone else but you because even though you may not think it, you are more then enough and you are not broken, to me you are whole and you are perfect.’ You finished by pressing a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades and resting your head there as you focused on his breathing.

‘Can…can we just forget about all this and just cuddle like any other cliche couples do?’ Jason asked, finding himself feeling a lot better upon hearing you laugh against his back as a smile crossed his face.

‘Sure big guy.’ You replied. ‘We can go cuddle now.’

And with that Jason was quick to pick you up in his arms and carry you off towards the bedroom where you inevitably feel asleep in the other’s arms, happy and content.

Dick wasn’t one to speak up on his emotions much, which was something that he knew he could better work on for the sake of your relationship with him.

He’s seen himself in the mirror. He knows his own appeal very well but physical appearance were secondary to you as it was his personality that won you over in the end. However he knew that beauty was subjective and that one day you might come across someone more physically appealing than him.

He’d act as though nothing was wrong but if you could easily tell something was off by just his stance alone, crossed arms over chest and a look in his eyes, as though he was trying to deduce the person you were trying to have a civil conversation with.

He may stand close to you and put a hand on your waist or throw an arm over your shoulders, pull you into his side and press a kiss to your forehead with a smile plastered across his face, but he wouldn’t say a word in hopes that would be enough to get across to the person that you were very much taken.

Upon arriving home however, Dick acts he wasn’t even remotely jealous to begin with, despite the glaring fact that he very much was.

‘Me? Jealous?’ He asks incredulously but upon seeing your face, he knew that this act of his had long since stopped working the moment you grew the ability to read him.

‘Yes, you were and you weren’t even trying to make it discreet at all.’ You told him as you settled aside your things on the kitchen counter and sighed. ‘I just wish you would talk to me about these things so that we could get this together like couples should.’

Dick frowned as he moved next to you and gently took your hand in his own, caressing it. ‘I know and I’m sorry that I haven’t been more open and honest with you it’s just-‘

‘You find it difficult to do so I know.’ You cut him off, looking him in the eyes. ‘I don’t blame you for that and I never would, you know that but I just wished that you trust me more to speak to me about these things.’ You tell him as you squeezed his hand. ‘I only want to help you.’

Dick kisses your forehead. ‘I know you do and I appreciate it very much.’ He whispered against your skin. ‘I just don’t know what you see in me sometimes, nor do I understand how you could have possibly put up with me as long as you have given how closed off I can be sometimes.’ He adds as he pulls away, his heart weighing heavily in his chest as he awaits your response.

‘I stay with you because I love you stupid.’ You said softly as you bumped his shoulder with your own. ‘And maybe because Hayley is too cute a pup to ever leave.’

‘I had a feeling Hayley was a major factor in you staying.’ Dick laughed. ‘Can’t say I blame you though, she is indeed very cute.’ He adds as he looks over at the staffy, who was very much fast asleep in her little bed in the living room before looking back to you with gentle eyes. ‘But I’m glad that you did stay. I love you too, dummy.’ He utters softly as he nudged you with his shoulder, vowing to himself to do better by you from this day forth.

[cyborg-franky]

How do the boys (Zoro, Law, Kid and Ace) try to impress the girl they have a crush on? How do they act when their love is around? 👀💕

I have just had a week of being uncreative so I hope I didn't get too rusty. And I hope you enjoy this <3

I made it gender neurtral. Law x GN Reader Zoro x GN Reader Kid x GN Reader Ace x GN Reader

Law

He scoffs at the notion of showing off in front of anyone., let alone a crush. He’s not that kind of person. He doesn’t need to put on a show to impress you.

Law knows his superior intellect and amazing devil fruit are all he needs to impress you anyway.

Without realizing it, he’ll often info dump to you about the things he’s interested in, how to fix this bone, and how to treat that burn. 

He’s the kind of guy who needs you to know he’s the most intelligent person in the room.

That doesn’t mean there's nothing there, his crush means alot to him, and he can come across as an asshole when they are standing there listening to him over-explaining things.

He knows you think he’s a fantastic fighter. 

He doesn’t ask you what you thought of his moves, though. Instead, he listens intently to the chatter around the Tang, basking in your indirect praise and remembering what you liked about his performance the most. As long as you’re watching, he’ll aim to do better next time.

You are flattered he invites you to so many of his doctor duties, but you don’t need him to over explain taking blood, plus the needles, no thank you.

Zoro

Most of the time he’s not the type to go out of his way to impress anyone.

Maybe around his crush, he lifts heavier things, making sure their eyes are on him while he shows off.

But he’ll act like it’s nothing that he goes this hard every workout session.

When he’s resting, he flexes and gives you a little show.

Zoro thinks he’s smooth, but it’s really obvious to you.

How he smirked at your reaction when he picked up another weight seemingly effortlessly, though he could feel the strain.

He's the type of guy who is always lifting whenever his crush is around. 

He was still acting nonchalant as you complimented his form, impressed with how much weight he was pressing. 

He also loves to show off his sword techniques in front of you when a battle breaks out. His focus never wavers, but there is that little extra something he puts on just for you.

Kid

He’s a show-off, and he knows it. He gets louder and more volatile than usual. He has to make comments loudly to get your attention.

He works out in front of you whenever he gets a chance, putting on a theatrical display of his powers just for you. Not just in battle but as a general: Look what I can do! He claims he’s just fixing up the ship, but he needs your attention and praise as he swirls metal around in the sky, making things appear from thin air and turning junk into treasure.

“Get a load of this,” he barks, smirking as his metal arm grows. His massive fist clenches as he eyes you up, greedily absorbing every expression. 

“Pretty fuckin’ impressive, huh?” Oh, you know he knows it is, but you humor him by agreeing. You see how he puffs up his chest proudly cackles as he sends junk flying, making sure you can see just how powerful he is.

Ace

Ace is strange, he’s both full of himself and lacks self confidence.

He’s on the striker, enjoying the nice weather and playing around with the waves, just needing off the main ship, doing tricks on his personal boat.

“Oh wow, Ace!” his attention snaps to you as you watch him.

That’s when he starts trying to impress you, knowing you like what you see. “Oh yeah? Check this out then!” He calls, a big grin on his freckled face. He uses his fire to power the striker, going faster and faster, fighting against the waves as he pulls off more complicated and challenging tricks, all for you.

His attention is always half on what he’s doing and how the expression on your face changes with each stunt, getting more daring.

He loves it, loves your claps, adores how you gasp, knowing you care about him. Everything goes to his head as the tricks get elaborate.

He always tries to show off whenever you're around from that day forward.

[ryusuisloveinterest]

Hello, 🚙anon here. Will be throwing a few ideas in separate asks.

Main cast boys (Ryusui, Senku, Tsukasa, Ukyo, Chrome, someone else?) and an s/o who is protective.

A jealous enemy or a nasty accident. We all know they will defend their s/o, but what will happen, if the reverse would have to occur?

hello 🚙 anon! I’m sorry that I’m slacking with all the requests but I tried to give it my all with this one! Pls enjoy💕

Ryusui, Senku, Tsukasa, Ukyo, and Chrome, with a protective s/o💘

Ryusui:

I would say Ryusui would be flattered to have a protective s/o

There was one day when you guys were building the Perseus and you overheard some people smack talking Ryusui 

“I bet that new guy Ryusui doesn’t care about saving anyone. I’m sure he’s just making us build this thing just so he can have one.”

Your head quickly perks up, eyeing the random npc who said that 

“Excuse me??” You say, “Ryusui would NEVER do something like that”

Now you’re all up in this guys face

“Don’t even think for a second that Ryusui is so selfish that he doesn’t care about anyone at all! He’s the kindest person in the world and don’t you ever forget that again!”

When Ryusui heard about your outburst he quickly finds you and throws himself all over you 

“My sweet y/n! Your words make me so happy I could eat you all up!” He says this as he’s tightly holding you and jokingly biting your cheek and kissing you all over your face 

But he gets serious 

“But you don’t have to worry about people’s words dear. As much as I appreciate you standing up for me I would hate if it got you into serious trouble trying to defend me. Words will always be words sweetheart, and you will always be my love<3”

Ryusui would hate it if you or someone started a fight just over some words said about him 

He couldn’t care less on how the world sees him good for you baby! As long as he’s seen with nothing but love in your eyes screw what everyone else has to say!

But let’s say when you guys get to America and Stanley’s doing what Stanley does best and shooting up a storm at all of you

You see Ryusui about to get hit as you push him to the ground and use your body as a shield 

At first Ryusui is flabbergasted 

He’s so used to you being so calm and collected and a tad bit goofy but now you’re all protective and defensive!

But Ryusui doesn’t sit back for too long because he pushes you back as well

You two probably keep doing this to each other until you both get hurt

It doesn’t really help anyone lol

If you get seriously injured protecting him then he’ll get so hard on himself but do his best to help you back to your normal self 

He might even distance himself from you when you’re all better because he thinks you might get hurt again :(

Senku

I don’t think Senku would notice and or care if you were protective of him or not

When you were hearing some of the villagers smack talking about him because of all the work that he gives them

You of course talk back, saying how Senku’s the reason why the village is so safe and how all these cool inventions are being made so they better shut their mouth or you’re just gonna hafta-

“Y/n! What the hell are you doing?? Those bolts were supposed to be done 10 minutes ago!!!”

Senku just appears out of nowhere to scold you lol 

You try to explain yourself, saying that some guy was insulting him, and bro does not gaf 💀

“Ok???? Who cares??? Pls just get your work done!!!”

You’re kinda hurt thats that was his reaction 

But as you’re walking away…!!!

“But…thanks anyway y/n. Just don’t waste your breath on me.”

You can see his red ears from the corner of your eye and now everything’s all better!

Now as for physically protecting him, it doesn’t happen a lot cause he’s always thinking about how to do things scientifically, but when Stanley shoots at Senku and you push him out of the way only for you to get hurt, he kinda blanks for a second 

But that second doesn’t last long at all because he quickly starts trying to help you, despite being in Stanley’s line of fire

After everything’s all said and done and you’re awake and recovering, he lets you have it

“What were you thinking???!!! That’s was a stupid idea for you to jump in front of a literal gunshot!!! What if you died Y/N???! What if you left me??!!!!”

Yeah he’s kinda mad at you for doing something so bold, but he’s more mad about the fact that despite having a plan, it won’t always work, and the result of that was you getting hurt

He blames himself for not acting fast enough

“I….im sorry Senku… I just didn’t want to see you hurt that’s all…”

That’s all he has to hear to hold you tight and start to cry in your hair

That’s when he says those rare 3 words

“I love you moron…don’t ever scare me like that again…”

Tsukasa

Don’t even try💀

At least don’t try to physically protect him

Like there’s literally no reason and/or way to 

He either one, saves you first

Or two, literally gets hit and is not affected at all

But if someone were stupid enough to smack talk him, you’d be the first one to go defend him

Someone’s still salty that he was busting down statues?

“You don’t know anything about that situation! Were you there when it happened??? Then you can’t say anything!!”

Someone’s jealous that he’s one of the most attractive men in this show?? Besides Ryusui ofc<3

“Don’t be mad Tsukasa’s gorgeous and you’re not! And it’s not his face that’s just gorgeous! It’s his beautiful soul too!”

No one really replies to you like for Ryusui or Senku’s case

No one wants to risk saying the wrong thing 

After all if they say the wrong thing Tsukasa will just destroy them☺️

Ukyo

If anyone has anything bad to say about Ukyo then they’re wrong Ukyo has probably, sadly, heard it 

His ears are able to hear pretty much anything so he’d be able to hear whatever bad things people had to say about him

But! He’s also able to hear you defend him

“Ukyo’s the most important general!” You say to some random hater, “his insight is more than valuable! So don’t ever say anything like that about him again!”

He can’t help but smile to himself and Senku gets weirded out at his sudden change in behavior 

Ukyo won’t really say anything about it, you’ll just be met with a soft kiss or a million I love yous

If you were to physically protect him then I think he might crash out 😶

When you push him out of the way of an attack, he can hear the pain in your voice, and it just breaks him

Immediately tends to you, doesn’t matter if hes still in the line of fire or he has wounds of his own

He scolds you when you wake up, but not as fiercely as Senku 

It’s just a soft, tearful “what were you thinking? You could’ve seriously got hurt… well I mean look at you… please never scare me like that again…”

He’s definitely got more of an eye on you after that 

Chrome:

Chrome has always been called weird for his “sorcery” 

But anyone who calls him that now is gonna get a long lecture from his s/o

“Chrome actually uses nothing but science and is actually helping the kingdom of science out a lot so you should watch the way you talk!!”

He appreciates this more than he lets on

He’ll probably give you a, “it’s not that big of a deal y/n” and walk away but he actually is really happy

If you seen One Piece, you know how chopper will be saying not to praise him but act all giddy anyway?

Yeah that’s Chrome

As for physical protection? He’s actually flabbergasted

Like buddy did not know you were capable of such strength 

But if you were to get seriously hurt then he’d start panicking real fast

Suika’s gonna have to calm him down while Senku or someone starts tending to your wounds but quickly jumps in and tries to help

Gets all teary eyed when you’re better saying things along the lines of “you really scared me” or “don’t do anything so rash next time!”

[starsandsuch]

Astro Observations

Part 10 I think ! I lost count 😂

1. You’ll notice many astrologers w Saturn prominent in the chart. Saturn represents time, and astrology is the keeping of time.

2. People obsessed w astrology have a strong connection w the 8th house in their chart. Especially Jupiter, rahu, ketu, saturn, mars or their Atmakaraka in the 8th house.

3. Krittika is connected to farming and agriculture , especially the Aries portion of it.

4. Opposition Nakshatras experience similar themes

5. For example Ashlesha opposes Dhanishta (Capricorn portion) they both deal with the perils of abuse in early life and the perils of fame too. Both have challenging connection w mother figure.

6. Saturn is metal, Saturnians have this robotic coldness ab them. With Saturnian nakshatras especially uttarabhadrapada and anuradha they can appear very still and controlled to others, where ppl find them a but off-putting bc of this.

7. The only ppl that loosen Saturnian’s coldness is the luminaries, sun and moon. Saturnians will be mean to everyone but have a soft spot for solarians and lunar influenced ppl.

8. Saturnians also love venusians since Saturn exalts in a Venusian sign

9. Then martians loosen mercurials. This is especially prominent with the tightly wound Ashlesha where they are loosened by mars naks especially Mrigashira and Dhanishta.

10. You’ll see that Mrigashira and Ashlesha is found in the charts of many couples.

11. The 5th house is “the king’s favorite” so for example if a boss, teacher, authority figure etc will have 5th house synastry with their “favorite” student, employee etc

12. This is why Leo’s are considered lucky. 5th house - is connected to Leo- it’s the 5th sign. Leo natives often experience luck in life bc they are favored by higher forces, which is connected to the 9th house , houses 1/5/9 form a trine. They are chosen as the “favorites” when it matters most.

13. Think about in Harry Potter, (the actor is a Leo IRL). In the movie he’s always chosen as the favorite, by hagrid , by Dumbledore , even though he had enemies, was in danger, and was in poverty at first, he was always protected and taken care of by otherworldly forces.

14. Same applies to dating, people date their 5th house sign bc out of all the suitors you attract , 5th house is the favorites out of everyone.

15. Houses 1/5/9 all are related to royalty , 1st house are like the princess (daughter of a king) the 5th house is the children of the princess, and 9th house is the king himself, or the grandfather.

16. Aries-1st house, Leo- 5th house , Sagittarius 9th house

17. That’s why Ketu Nakshatras -Ashwini(Aries) , Magha (Leo) , Mula (Sagittarius), are often seen in the charts of royalty IRL.

18. Princess Diana had Magha lagnesh and Rahu, her son Prince William has Mula Ascendant , Queen Elizabeth was Ashwini Sun.

19. Ppl think only Leo is royalty but it also extends to the Signs that trine Leo - Aries & Sag

20. Your 4th and 9th house are people who are genetically related to you. 4th house is mother, grandmother and female ancestors, 9th house is father, grandfather and male ancestors

21. 8th house is your in laws and how they receive you. 8th house in Leo, your in laws adore you, 8th house in aquarius they can reject you and not accept you at first. Etc

22. Sometimes 4th house synastry can create discomfort btwn ppl. Where 4th house is ur innermost self. So when’s someone’s personal planets are in ur 4th house , you feel like they can read your mind or know u too well.

23. Couples w 4th house synastry find it hard to break up permanently they usually always get back together.

-starsandsuch ✌️💕

[theonottsbxtch]

hiiii i loved ur CL fics sm I was wondering if you could write angst of LN inspired by the song Casual by chappel roan?😭 feel free to ignore this req though!!💕 love u

CASUAL | LN4

an: this is TOTALLY not based off personal experience and TOTALLY didn't make me cry writing it, i poured two years worth of bullshit into this i hope you enjoy it. one of these scenes actually happened try and guess which one AND TO MAKE IT WORST I WAS THE JOURNALIST AND HE WAS THE SPORTS PLAYER ANYWAY

wc: 10.2k

Present Time

The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked window of the sleek black cab, each droplet a reminder of how tonight had unravelled into something far too complicated. She sat back against the worn leather seat, her fingers unconsciously tapping the small notebook resting in her lap. She hadn’t written a word.

She shouldn’t have agreed to this interview. That much was clear now. But when her editor had mentioned his name, her chest had tightened. It had been a year—no, closer to two—since the last time she’d seen him in person. But when you cover Formula 1, you don’t escape the shadow of Lando Norris for long. Especially this season. And here she was, his shadow pulling her back in, as if those tangled months had never happened.

The cab slowed, pulling up to a luxury hotel that had never seemed like Lando’s style—until it did. The polished, impersonal grandeur, the kind that screamed you were too famous, too fast to belong anywhere at all. The driver mumbled something about rain, but she barely heard him. She was too busy staring at the figure that had just appeared through the entrance. Tall, broad-shouldered, and effortlessly leaning against a pillar, Lando’s expression was hard to read, even from here. His trademark black leather jacket hung off him like a second skin. She remembered that jacket. She remembered far too much.

He spotted her through the rain, those piercing green eyes locking onto hers with the same intensity that had once sent her world spinning. For a moment, time seemed to slip backward, to late nights and whispered arguments, to hotel rooms where neither of them had belonged.

She swallowed hard and pushed the car door open. She wasn’t here for that. This was just work now. An interview, a piece for tomorrow’s newspaper. Nothing more. Lando had made it clear a long time ago that they were nothing more.

She stepped out into the rain, the cool drops on her skin grounding her just enough. Lando didn’t move, but his gaze followed her like a predator’s, waiting to strike.

"Long time no see," he called out as she approached, his voice low and edged with something she couldn’t quite place. 

She flinched at his voice, directed towards her. Like it had all been some fleeting game, some disposable moment. The thing was, she had been the one who’d tried to keep it light, who’d pretended she didn’t care. But Lando had always seen through her. And now, she wondered if he could still see what a mess she was beneath the practised professionalism.

"Yeah," she forced a tight smile, trying to pretend that his voice didn’t sting. "Just work, Lando. Let’s keep it that way."

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling the corner of his lips. “If you say so.” He said it like a challenge, like they both knew this wasn’t just a story for either of them.

She held her breath, her heart pounding far too hard for someone who had promised herself she was over this. Over him.

But deep down, she already knew the truth: there was nothing casual about Lando Norris. There never had been.

Two Years Ago

It had been a suffocatingly hot afternoon at the Austin Grand Prix. The sun hung heavy in the sky, the smell of burning rubber thick in the air as engines roared, and tension crackled around the circuit. But none of that had mattered when she was with Lando.

Just minutes before, she’d been in his driver’s room, his body tangled with hers, skin still warm from the way their desperation had collided. It had been fast, rough—like all the moments they’d stolen in between races. And for a fleeting second, she had believed that maybe this time was different. Maybe this time, he’d let her in.

But as she stepped into the paddock, adjusting her shirt and fixing her hair, she heard his voice, sharp and careless, coming from around the corner. She should have walked away. But curiosity, or maybe the sick need to hear, pulled her closer.

"I don't know, man," Lando’s laugh broke through the air like glass. "It’s casual. She’s just another girl. You know how it is."

She froze, her breath catching in her throat. She pressed herself against the wall, just out of sight, the words slicing through her. Just another girl.

She heard the other driver—was it Pierre? Or maybe Charles—murmur something back, his voice muffled, like it didn’t matter. Nothing anyone else said mattered after that.

All she could focus on was Lando. The way he spoke about her as if the last hour hadn’t happened. As if they hadn’t just been in his room, their bodies and hearts closer than they had ever dared admit out loud.

Her stomach twisted violently, shame and anger rising in her chest. How could he act like that? Like none of it meant anything? Like she didn’t mean anything?

She pushed herself off the wall, her heart hammering. She had to leave, get out of here before the flood of emotions swallowed her whole. But just as she turned the corner, she came face-to-face with someone who could unravel her even more.

Lando’s mother, Cisca Norris, stood in front of her, a soft smile breaking across her face the second she saw her .

“Darling, it’s been too long,” Cisca’s voice was warm, so achingly kind, as she pulled her into an embrace.

She wanted to scream, wanted to cry, wanted to run, but instead, she wrapped her arms around Cisca and tried not to let the tears fall. Cisca held her like she was more than just another journalist, more than just another girl passing through Lando’s life. The woman had always been good to her, always treated her with affection that felt too close to motherly.

She couldn’t break now. Not in front of Cisca.

“Yeah, it has,” she managed, her voice thin as she pulled back and forced a smile. Her chest was burning, her throat tight. Cisca’s eyes searched her face with that kind of intuition only mothers had. She must’ve known something was wrong, but she didn’t ask.

“You should come by later,” Cisca continued, still holding her hands in hers. “Dinner with the family. It’ll be nice.”

She nodded, her vision blurring as she made some excuse, something about needing to finish a story. Cisca finally released her, her touch lingering as if she could sense the storm brewing inside her.

The second Cisca was gone, her composure cracked. She made her way to the bathroom, her legs unsteady as the pain crashed over her in waves. She locked herself in a stall, her back pressed against the cold tile wall, and finally let out the breath she had been holding.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to erase the image of Lando’s smirk, the sound of his voice when he had so casually discarded her like she was nothing.

She had always known it couldn’t last, that Lando wasn’t the kind of man to settle down, least of all with someone like her. But hearing it like that—hearing him reduce everything they had been to something so meaningless—tore something inside her she hadn’t even known was fragile.

She thought of Cisca, of the warmth in her embrace, and it only made the ache worse. There was no pretending now, no saving face. The line between Lando’s world and her own was more jagged than ever. She didn’t belong, not here, not with him.

She had barely pieced herself together by the time she left the bathroom stall. Her reflection in the mirror looked foreign, hollow-eyed and shaky, her hands gripping the counter as if the world beneath her feet might give way. But she didn’t have time to fall apart. Not here. Not now.

The media pen was bustling with the usual post-qualifying chaos—drivers weaving between journalists, cameras pointed in every direction, reporters asking the same rehearsed questions. She’d done this a hundred times, and today should have been no different. But today, every movement felt like it was being held together by string, and she was one breath away from snapping.

As soon as she arrived, her producer, Mark, waved her over, holding up the microphone with a nod. She forced a smile, plastering on the face she always wore when the cameras were rolling. She could do this. She had to do this.

Lando was already there, standing with a few other journalists, casually leaning against the fence like he hadn’t just torn her heart in half an hour ago. He looked almost too relaxed, that signature smirk playing on his lips. When his eyes met hers, something in them flickered—like he knew. Like he could see how fragile she was, and he wasn’t about to make it any easier.

"Hey," Lando drawled as she approached, his voice low and smooth. He flashed her a grin, the one that used to make her stomach flip. Now, it only twisted the knife.

She kept her face neutral, gripping the microphone a little tighter. "Lando," she said, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside. "You had a solid qualifying. What are your thoughts heading into tomorrow’s race?"

He tilted his head, his gaze never leaving hers. "Oh, you know," he said, his tone almost playful. "Feeling good. Always do when I’ve got the right motivation." He winked, just subtle enough that the cameras wouldn’t pick it up, but she caught it. And she hated that her heart still skipped at the sight.

She fought to keep her composure, swallowing hard as she moved on to the next question, doing her best to keep it professional. But every answer Lando gave was laced with innuendo, his eyes lingering on her in ways that felt too personal. Too raw. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him to stop playing games, to stop acting like everything between them was fine when she was barely holding it together.

"Alright, thanks for your time," she said, ending the interview with a tight smile as the camera finally cut. Her hand was shaking, the adrenaline rushing through her veins like fire. She needed to get out of here. Fast.

But before she could move, Lando stepped closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Sweetheart," he murmured, his voice so quiet no one else could hear. "I'll meet you at the hotel later?"

She stiffened, her entire body tensing. She turned to look at him, her eyes wide, disbelief flooding her chest. How could he be so casual, so careless? Did he really think she’d just meet him after what she overheard? After the way he’d reduced her to nothing?

Lando’s fingers brushed against hers, and for a split second, he took her hand, bringing it to his lips. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, just like it always did. He kissed her hand gently, like nothing had changed. Like he hadn’t just broken her in two.

She yanked her hand away, her breath catching as the pain clawed at her chest. She couldn't do this. Not again. She forced a small, tight-lipped smile, nodding as if she was agreeing, but inside, her heart was shattering all over again.

"I’ve got to—" she started, her voice cracking slightly as she turned back to Mark, her producer. "I need to go. Tell them I’ll be back later."

Mark frowned, concerned. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I’m fine," she lied, her throat tightening as she backed away, already feeling the tears pressing against her eyes. "Just… something came up."

Without waiting for his reply, she slipped through the crowd, moving faster now, desperate to get out of the media pen, away from the cameras, away from him. She barely made it around the corner before the sob hit her, choking her breath, her chest heaving as she pressed her back against the wall, her hands trembling.

She couldn’t hold it in anymore. The tears spilled over, hot and heavy, her body shaking as she gasped for air. How could he do this to her? How could he look at her like that, touch her like that, after treating her like she meant nothing?

She tried to steady herself, wiping furiously at her face, but the more she tried to hold it together, the more everything crumbled.

"Is that you?" A familiar voice cut through the fog, and she looked up, blinking through her tears to see Oscar standing just a few feet away. His brow furrowed in concern, his normally playful demeanour replaced by something much more serious.

"Oscar," she croaked, her voice barely a whisper. She tried to pull herself together, to stand up straighter, but it was no use. The floodgates had opened, and there was no stopping it now.

He stepped closer, his expression softening as he realised what was happening. "Hey, hey, it’s okay," Oscar said gently, his hand resting on her shoulder. "Come on, let’s get you out of here."

She shook her head, embarrassed, ashamed that anyone had to see her like this. "I’m fine, I just—"

"You’re not fine," Oscar cut her off, his voice kind but firm. "Let’s get you somewhere quiet, okay? You don’t have to pretend with me."

She nodded, her vision still blurred with tears as Oscar guided her away from the chaos of the paddock, his arm around her shoulders, his presence steady and warm. She didn’t have the strength to protest, not now.

For once, she didn’t have to hold it all together. And maybe, just for a moment, that was enough.

Oscar’s arm was strong around her shoulders, a steadying force as he led her away from the paddock, away from the media pen, and away from the chaos of her unravelling thoughts. She didn’t resist, couldn’t find the energy to argue, not with the weight of everything crashing down around her. She was barely holding herself together, her body trembling, her breath hitching with every step.

They walked in silence through the back corridors of the paddock, Oscar casting glances at her every few moments, his brow furrowed with concern but not pushing her to speak. When they reached the quiet of his driver’s room, he opened the door without a word, guiding her inside gently.

She wiped at her face again, trying to compose herself, but the tears wouldn’t stop. She felt exposed, like her heart was laid bare for anyone to see, and the shame of it was almost as painful as the heartbreak itself.

“Sit down,” Oscar said softly, leading her to the small couch in the corner of the room. “You don’t have to talk. Just breathe, okay?”

She nodded, sinking into the couch, her hands still trembling in her lap. Oscar crouched down in front of her, his gaze soft and full of something like understanding.

Before either of them could speak, the door to the room opened again, and she looked up to see Oscar’s girlfriend, Lily, stepping inside. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene—her  tear-streaked face, Oscar’s protective stance—and immediately crossed the room to join them.

“Oh, sweetheart…” Lily’s voice was full of sympathy as she sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "What happened?"

She shook her head, her throat tightening, unable to form the words. She didn’t want to say it out loud. Didn’t want to admit that Lando still had this kind of power over her.

Lily didn’t press her, just held her closer, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything.”

Oscar sat beside them now, his gaze serious as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “Lando?” he asked quietly, and her silence was enough of an answer.

She sniffed, trying to hold back another sob, but the pain was too sharp, too fresh. She’d overheard Lando brush her off like she was nothing. And then he had the audacity to act like everything was fine, like they could just pick up where they left off—like it didn’t matter that she was breaking.

Lily exchanged a look with Oscar, her eyes narrowing in frustration. “Darling,” she said gently, turning toward her, “you can’t keep doing this to yourself. He’s… he’s not good for you.”

She swallowed hard, blinking back fresh tears. “I know,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

But knowing didn’t make it any easier. Knowing didn’t stop her heart from racing every time she saw him, didn’t stop the ache she felt when he touched her, when he looked at her with that smug confidence that twisted her insides. She had told herself so many times that she needed to stop. But every time she tried to pull away, she got sucked back in—into the whirlwind that was Lando Norris.

Oscar sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “He’s using you, mate. You deserve better than this. Better than him.”

She flinched at the words. She had thought, once, that Lando could be more than what everyone said he was. She had thought, in those stolen moments between races, when it was just the two of them, that he felt something for her, too. But she couldn’t ignore it any longer. He didn’t. Not the way she wanted him to.

Lily squeezed her hand gently. “You need to end it,” she said softly but firmly. “For good. Before he hurts you any more than he already has.”

She knew they were right. Oscar and Lily had always been kind to her, more like family than colleagues. They had seen it from the outside—the way Lando toyed with her emotions, the way he pulled her close only to push her away when it suited him.

She inhaled shakily, her heart still aching, but there was a flicker of something else now. A quiet, growing resolve. She couldn’t keep letting Lando tear her apart, not like this. She couldn’t keep waiting for him to change, for him to see her the way she wanted to be seen.

“He’s not worth this,” Oscar added, his voice gentle but firm. “I know he’s my teammate but you deserve someone who’s actually going to be there for you. Not someone who makes you feel like you have to hide how much you care.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting their words sink in. She knew they were right. She had known for a long time, but it was easier to lie to herself, to believe that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. That Lando would show up for her, the way she had always shown up for him.

Lily’s arm tightened around her shoulders, her voice soft but steady. “Darling, you don’t have to do this alone. We’ve got you.”

She nodded, her throat tightening again, but this time it wasn’t from the heartbreak. It was from the quiet understanding, the sense that maybe, for the first time in a long while, she wasn’t as alone as she had felt.

She sat there for a while, letting Lily and Oscar’s presence anchor her. They didn’t push her to talk more, didn’t force her to explain everything. They just let her breathe, let her fall apart without judgement.

And for a moment, she felt the weight on her chest lift just enough to see things clearly.

She knew she shouldn’t go meet him in that hotel room. She knew it had to end. For good.

But she went back.

She went back to the hotel room, even though every part of her knew she shouldn’t. She told herself she was just going to tell him it was over, that she couldn’t do this anymore. She told herself that she wasn’t going to let him pull her back in.

But the second she walked through the door and saw Lando standing there, leaning casually against the desk with that damn smile—like he’d been waiting for her, like she was exactly what he wanted—her resolve crumbled.

“Hey, you,” he said softly, his voice warm in that way it always was when they were alone. He pushed off the desk and crossed the room in a few easy strides, pulling her into his arms before she could even think about saying no. “Missed you.”

She froze for a moment, her body tense in his arms. She wanted to believe him, wanted to sink into the comfort of his touch. But her mind was screaming at her to remember, to think of what she had overheard in the paddock. She’s just another girl. His voice echoed in her head, sharp and cruel, even as he held her close now, as if she was anything but.

“I thought about you all day,” Lando murmured against her hair, his lips brushing her forehead. His hands slid down her back, pulling her closer, and she couldn’t help but shiver under his touch. He had always known how to touch her, how to make her forget everything else.

She wished it was enough.

He tilted her chin up, his green eyes searching hers, and for a second, she saw something there—something real, something that made her heart ache with the hope that maybe, just maybe, he meant it this time.

But then the words he’d said to his mates resurfaced, slicing through her like a knife. It’s casual. She’s just another girl.

Her throat tightened, but she forced a small smile. She had come this far, hadn’t she? Why couldn’t she just leave now?

Because you want him to care, a voice in her head whispered. You want to believe he’s different when it’s just the two of you.

Lando pressed his lips to hers, slow and sweet, like he wasn’t in a hurry, like he could take all the time in the world with her. And for a moment, she kissed him back, letting herself get lost in it, letting herself pretend that maybe the things he said didn’t matter. That maybe this was the real Lando—the one who held her close, the one who kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered.

But the more he kissed her, the harder it was to silence the voice in her head. The harder it was to ignore the truth that was gnawing at her.

You’re just another girl. It’s casual.

His hands slid under her shirt, fingers tracing soft patterns on her skin, and she shivered again, but this time it wasn’t just from his touch. She couldn’t stop thinking about how he had reduced her to nothing more than a fleeting moment in his life, something disposable. It didn’t matter how tender he was being now. It didn’t matter how much she wanted to believe that this was something real.

“Lando,” she whispered, pulling back slightly, her chest tightening. She didn’t know what she was going to say, but she knew she needed to say something—anything—to stop herself from falling deeper.

He smiled at her, that lazy, cocky grin that always made her knees weak. “What is it, baby?” he asked, his hands never leaving her, like he couldn’t bear the distance between them for even a second.

She wanted to ask him. She wanted to confront him, to make him explain why he could hold her like this but talk about her like she was nothing when she wasn’t around. But the words stuck in her throat, too heavy, too painful.

Instead, she let out a shaky breath and shook her head. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Lando’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, like he was trying to read her, but then he kissed her again, deeper this time, and any chance she had of stopping this slipped away. His hands slid down to her hips, pulling her flush against him, his breath hot against her neck as his lips moved lower, kissing along her jaw, her collarbone.

And for a second, she let herself get lost in it, let herself drown in the sensation of his touch, the way his hands felt on her skin, the way he knew exactly where to kiss her to make her forget everything else.

But the words kept creeping back in, no matter how hard she tried to push them away.

Just another girl.

Lando’s hands were working their way under her shirt, his fingers brushing the bare skin of her waist, and her heart pounded in her chest, but not in the way it used to. Now, it was pounding with fear, with the knowledge that this would never be enough.

He was whispering something against her skin, something low and sweet, but she couldn’t hear it over the roar of her own thoughts. She felt his hands tugging at the hem of her shirt, and she let him pull it over her head, let him kiss her again, harder this time, like he couldn’t get enough of her.

But she wasn’t really there. Not fully.

In her mind, she was back in the paddock, hearing his laugh, hearing him reduce her to nothing. The way he talked to his friends—so casual, so careless.

Her body responded to him, the way it always did, but her mind was miles away. She was too distracted, too hurt to fully give herself to him the way she always had before. She wanted to be here, wanted to feel that connection again, but it wasn’t working. Not this time.

Lando didn’t notice. He never noticed when she was pulling away, not really. He was too focused on what he wanted, too caught up in the moment to see the cracks forming in her resolve.

As he pushed her back onto the bed, his lips trailing down her stomach, her heart twisted painfully. She should stop this. She should say something. But she didn’t.

Because as much as she hated it, as much as it hurt, part of her still wanted to believe in the version of Lando that was in front of her right now. The version that kissed her like she was the only girl in the world.

Even if she knew it was a lie.

The hours passed in a blur, a mixture of whispered words, shared breaths, and touches that felt both familiar and distant at the same time. She lay beside Lando afterward, her body nestled against his, her head resting on his chest as his arm wrapped lazily around her. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, like this was where she belonged. Like nothing outside this room mattered.

But it did.

The silence between them felt heavier now, thick with unspoken truths and the weight of everything she wasn’t letting herself say. She listened to the steady rhythm of Lando’s heartbeat under her ear, trying to ground herself in the moment, trying to make it feel real. But her mind kept drifting back to his words—just another girl—and no matter how close he held her, it felt like he was slipping further and further away.

For a moment, it almost felt peaceful, lying there in the quiet of the hotel room, their legs tangled together under the sheets. Lando’s fingers traced absent-minded patterns on her arm, like it was second nature to him now. She wanted to hold onto that feeling, wanted to believe that this, at least, was real.

But then his phone buzzed on the nightstand, cutting through the stillness.

Lando sighed softly, shifting beside her as he reached for it. She felt the absence of his warmth immediately, and the hollow ache in her chest returned.

He glanced at the screen, his thumb swiping across it before he answered. "Hey, mate," he said, his voice low, casual. Like the moment they’d just shared didn’t change anything, like nothing had shifted.

She stared up at the ceiling, her breath catching in her throat as she listened to the one-sided conversation.

“Yeah, I’m at the hotel,” Lando continued, his tone easy, unconcerned. “What’s up?”

There was a pause, and she felt Lando shift again, his hand brushing absently against her bare skin of her hip as if he wasn’t even fully aware of her presence anymore.

"Alright, yeah," he said after a moment. "I’ll come down in a bit. Dinner sounds good." He laughed softly, the sound sending another pang through her chest. "Tell Max not to leave without me."

When he hung up, Lando turned his head to look at her, flashing her that easy, crooked smile. "That was the guys," he said, already starting to untangle himself from the sheets. "We’re heading out for dinner."

She forced a small smile, trying to keep her voice steady. "Right. Yeah. Sounds fun."

Lando leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before climbing out of bed. He moved with the same casual confidence he always did, completely unaware of the storm raging inside her.

"I won’t be long," he said as he pulled on his shirt. "Maybe I’ll bring you something back."

She just nodded, unable to find the words. She watched him button his jeans, the same knot of confusion and hurt tightening in her chest. How could he act like everything was so simple? Like she was just… there, waiting for him whenever he decided to come back.

Lando tossed a quick grin her way as he grabbed his jacket from the chair. "I’ll see you later, yeah?"

"Yeah," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "See you later."

And just like that, he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him. The room felt so much bigger without him in it, the space beside her cold and empty. She stayed there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, her thoughts spinning, trying to make sense of everything. But the more she tried to piece it together, the more it felt like everything was unravelling.

The sound of her phone vibrating on the nightstand snapped her out of her thoughts. She glanced over, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the name flash on the screen: Cisca Norris.

She hesitated for a moment before swiping open the message.

Hey, darling! We’re heading out for a little shopping trip tomorrow. Just me and Flo. Thought it might be fun to have some girl time—want to join us? xx

Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes stinging as she read the message. Cisca had always been so warm, so welcoming, treating her like she was part of the family. She had this way of making her feel like she belonged, like there was a place for her in Lando’s world.

But it only made everything harder now.

She could still hear Lando’s voice in her head, so clear, so dismissive. It’s casual. She’s just another girl.

Her hands trembled as she typed out a response, her fingers shaky on the keys.

Thanks, but I don’t think I can tomorrow. Hope you all have fun though xx

She hit send before she could change her mind, before she could give in to the crushing weight of guilt pressing down on her chest. She knew Cisca didn’t mean to make it harder, didn’t know what was really going on, but it felt like a cruel reminder of everything she wasn’t—a real part of his life. She was just someone he kept in the shadows, someone he could pretend to care about when it was convenient.

The tears came before she could stop them, hot and relentless, blurring her vision as she lay there, staring up at the ceiling. She’d tried so hard to hold it together, to convince herself that maybe, just maybe, things would be different this time. But it wasn’t different. It was the same as it always was.

Lando would leave, and she would be left behind.

She lay there, her body still against the cool sheets, the emptiness of the room pressing in on her. The tears wouldn’t stop. They spilled down her cheeks in silent waves, and for the first time in a long while, she didn’t even try to hold them back. The room felt too quiet without Lando’s presence, without the pretence of connection he so easily crafted when it suited him.

Her phone buzzed again, a small ping echoing in the quiet. She didn’t want to look, didn’t want to face any more reminders of what she couldn’t have. But her gaze drifted toward it, her blurry vision focusing on the screen as a new message from Cisca popped up.

That’s a shame, sweetheart. Maybe next time? You’re always welcome with us. Big hugs xx

The kindness in the message felt like a punch to her gut. You’re always welcome. But how could she ever feel welcome in a world where Lando could say one thing to her face and another behind her back? How could she fit into the life of someone who treated her like she was disposable—like she was nothing special?

She clutched her phone in her hands, her knuckles white, as her tears continued to fall. Her mind replayed the moment in the paddock, hearing Lando laugh, hearing him reduce her to just another girl, nothing more than a casual fling. And yet, here she was—back in his hotel room, back in his bed—still hoping that maybe he would see her, really see her, the way she saw him.

Her chest tightened painfully as she stared up at the ceiling, the dull ache spreading through her like poison. She had tried so hard to be strong, to keep her distance, to protect herself from this exact feeling. But it was like Lando had a hold on her, one she couldn’t break no matter how much she knew she should.

She wiped at her face, trying to steady her breathing, but the sobs kept coming. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way Cisca treated her like family, like someone who belonged in their tight-knit circle. It was so different from how Lando treated her—warm and genuine. It made it worse, somehow, knowing that his family liked her, that they welcomed her, while he just kept her at arm’s length. It hurt in ways she hadn’t expected.

She curled up on her side, pulling the sheets tighter around her, as if they could shield her from the truth. She had been waiting for a moment like this, where Lando would be kind, where he would hold her, and she would feel safe. But no matter how close they were, she always felt that distance. He’d given her his body, sure, but nothing else. And she’d given him everything, every piece of herself, only to be left empty.

She pressed the back of her hand against her mouth, trying to muffle the sobs that were choking her. Her body shook with the force of it all, the heartbreak, the shame, the overwhelming feeling of being used and discarded. She had always been so careful in her life, always kept her guard up, but Lando had slipped past her defences with such ease.

The minutes ticked by, the silence of the hotel room swallowing her whole. She stared at the ceiling, the tears finally slowing but leaving a hollow ache in their wake. Lando would be downstairs by now, laughing with his mates, carefree, as if none of this mattered. As if she didn’t matter.

Her phone buzzed again, and she flinched, afraid it might be him—afraid that any text from him would pull her deeper into this pit she was already drowning in. But when she looked, it wasn’t him. It was Lily.

Hey, just checking in. Everything okay? Xx

She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it impossible to answer right away. Lily had been so kind to her earlier, so gentle, and part of her wanted to reach out, to tell her the truth, to admit that she had come here even after she knew she shouldn’t.

But how could she explain this? How could she tell Lily that, even after everything, even after Lando had made it clear she didn’t mean anything to him, she had still come back? She had still fallen for his charm, for his soft touches, for his empty words.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, uncertain of what to say. The shame felt too heavy, too consuming. She didn’t want anyone to know how weak she felt, how much she had let Lando hurt her.

Instead, she typed a short reply.

I’m okay. Thanks for checking in xx

She hit send before she could second-guess herself, the lie sitting heavy in her chest. She wasn’t okay. She hadn’t been okay for a long time.

Another tear slid down her cheek, and she wiped it away quickly, frustrated with herself for still crying over someone like Lando. He wasn’t worth it. He never had been.

But knowing that didn’t make it hurt any less.

The bed felt cold without him, even though she knew his warmth was only temporary. That was the thing with Lando—it was always temporary, always fleeting. And she was tired of pretending it wasn’t.

She pulled her phone closer, her thumb hovering over Lando’s contact. She thought about sending him a message, thought about telling him that this was the last time, that she couldn’t do it anymore. But she knew that he wouldn’t care. He’d smile, maybe say something sweet, and she’d fall right back into his orbit, trapped by the promise of something that would never come.

With a shaky breath, she dropped the phone onto the nightstand, rolling onto her back once again. The tears had stopped, but the ache remained. She closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep, to forget, just for a few hours. But she knew that when morning came, the reality would still be there—Lando would still be Lando.

And she couldn’t keep doing this to herself.

She got out of bed and she tried.

She had tried to pack. She really had.

She had grabbed her suitcase, tossed in a few clothes, and told herself that it was over—that this would be the last time she’d let him do this to her.

But then she’d stopped, staring at the half-packed bag, her hands frozen mid-motion. She couldn’t bring herself to finish. The idea of leaving felt like admitting defeat, like walking away from the small, fragile hope she’d been clinging to. The hope that maybe, just maybe, Lando would change.

And so, she had left the suitcase open on the floor, unfinished, just like everything else between them.

The hours dragged by in painful silence. She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the door. She should go. She should pick up her things and leave before Lando came back, before he could draw her in again with his soft smiles and casual charm.

But she stayed.

She stayed because part of her wanted him to come back. Wanted him to kiss her, hold her, make her feel like she wasn’t just another girl, like she actually meant something. Even though she knew it was a lie.

Her phone buzzed a few times on the nightstand, but she ignored it. She didn’t want to deal with anyone else right now—didn’t want to answer Lily’s worried texts or face the concern in her friends’ voices. They didn’t understand. They didn’t know what it felt like to be caught between wanting someone and knowing that they would never give you what you needed.

The sound of the door clicking open snapped her out of her thoughts, her heart jumping into her throat. Lando stepped into the room, the faint scent of alcohol and laughter clinging to him as he kicked off his shoes. He looked relaxed, like he’d had a good time, like the night out had done exactly what it was supposed to—take his mind off things.

“Hey, you,” he said with a smile as he spotted her still sitting on the bed. He held up a brown paper bag, a familiar logo stamped on the side. “Brought you something to eat. Thought you might be hungry.”

She stared at him, her stomach twisting at how easy it was for him. A quick thought passed her mind, wondering what he had said to his mates when he brought home some takeaway. He acted like nothing had happened, like everything was fine. She wanted to be angry, wanted to ask him how he could do this—how he could come back here, act so normal, after everything he’d said about her.

But she couldn’t. The anger was there, buried deep inside her, but it was swallowed by the familiar pull of Lando’s presence. She hated how he could disarm her with something as simple as a smile, hated how even now, after everything, part of her wanted to reach out and take the food he’d brought, to thank him, to let herself believe that maybe this was him showing that he cared, in his own way.

“Thanks,” she murmured, her voice hollow.

Lando crossed the room and set the bag on the nightstand before sitting down beside her on the bed. He leaned in, brushing a kiss against her temple, his hand resting on her knee as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Her breath hitched at the contact, her heart betraying her as it fluttered in her chest. She thought of the highs, the way Lando could make her feel so alive, so wanted. She thought of the times when it was just the two of them, when he would hold her and everything else would disappear. Those were the moments that kept her here, that made her stay, even when she knew she shouldn’t.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with just enough concern to make her believe, for a second, that he might actually care.

She forced a smile, nodding even though she felt anything but okay. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I’m fine.”

Lando’s hand slid up her arm, his fingers gentle as they traced her skin. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips, slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to remind her of the connection they shared. And for a moment, she let herself get lost in it. She let herself believe that this was real, that Lando’s touch meant something more than just the physical.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower,” Lando said after a few seconds, pulling away with a lazy grin. “I won’t be long.”

She nodded, watching as he disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the water starting up a moment later. She stayed where she was, her mind racing. The kiss had been warm, familiar, but it wasn’t enough to chase away the doubts, the pain that had been building inside her all night.

With a sigh, she glanced toward Lando’s phone, which he had tossed carelessly onto the bed before heading into the shower. The screen lit up with a notification, and despite herself, her eyes flicked over to it.

It was a text. From one of Lando’s friends.

You’re staying with her? Has she not got the hint yet?

Her blood turned to ice.

The air seemed to leave the room all at once, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. The message stared back at her, mocking her, confirming everything she had been trying so desperately to ignore.

Has she not got the hint yet?

Her throat tightened, tears welling in her eyes again as the words sank in. Lando’s friend was in on it—on this twisted game Lando was playing. He knew. They all knew. And still, Lando had brought her back here, kissed her like she meant something, only to laugh about it with his mates behind her back.

Her hands trembled as she set Lando’s phone back down, her vision blurring with fresh tears. She couldn’t do this anymore. She couldn’t keep pretending that this was okay, that she was okay. Lando didn’t care about her. He never had.

The sound of the water running in the bathroom felt distant, like it was coming from another world, another life. She sat there, her mind numb, her heart breaking all over again. She should’ve left. She should’ve finished packing her bag and walked out of that door the moment Lando left for dinner. But she hadn’t.

And now she was paying the price.

Lando emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his hair damp and tousled from the shower. Water still clung to his skin, the dim hotel light casting a glow across the muscles of his chest and arms. He looked every bit like the Lando that had drawn her in from the start—effortlessly attractive, with that air of confidence that always seemed to follow him.

She couldn’t deny it. He was beautiful. Anyone would fall for him at first glance, and she had. But now, as he stood there, looking every bit the part of the man she had once thought she could love, the attraction didn’t hold the same weight it used to.

Sure, he was magnetic, the kind of person who could pull you into his orbit with just a smile. But what had that really gotten her? A heart that was constantly breaking, and a life lived on the sidelines, waiting for scraps of affection. The price she paid for being with Lando wasn’t worth it anymore—not when every touch, every kiss, every whispered promise felt like it was laced with lies.

Her chest tightened as she picked up her phone from the nightstand, her fingers curling around it like it was her lifeline. She had to get out of here. She couldn’t sit here, pretending everything was okay, pretending that she didn’t see that message, didn’t know exactly what Lando’s friends thought of her. What he thought of her.

“I’m just going to get some cutlery from downstairs,” she said, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to move toward the door, away from him.

But Lando’s hand shot out, gently pulling her back before she could make her escape. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, and she could feel the warmth of his skin, the way his touch still made her heart stutter despite everything. His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes searching hers.

“You’ve been off lately,” he said, his tone soft but probing. “Is it work?”

Her heart raced, panic flooding her veins. He was looking at her like he was genuinely concerned, like he cared. But she knew better now. This was part of the game, part of the act he played so well. And she had to lie—because the truth would only expose just how far she’d fallen for him, how deep this had gone for her, and how little it had meant to him.

“Yeah,” she replied, forcing a weak smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Work’s just been a lot lately.”

Lando’s grip on her wrist loosened, but his eyes didn’t leave hers. He leaned in slightly, his voice soft, almost affectionate. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, wouldn’t you?”

She swallowed hard, her throat tight as she fought back the storm of emotions threatening to spill over. She wanted to scream at him, to ask him how he could ask her that after everything—after the lies, after the way he’d treated her like she was nothing more than a fleeting distraction.

But instead, she did what she always did. She lied.

“Of course I would,” she said, the words tasting bitter as they left her lips.

Lando’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he let go of her wrist, his hand dropping back to his side. He smiled, that same easy, careless smile he always wore, and for a second, it almost felt like he believed her.

“Good,” he murmured, brushing a quick kiss against her temple before stepping back. “I’m glad.”

She nodded, her heart heavy in her chest as she forced herself to stay calm, to not let the cracks show. “I’ll just be a minute,” she mumbled, slipping away from him and heading for the door before he could stop her again.

As she stepped into the hallway, the air felt cooler, sharper, like a small relief from the suffocating warmth of Lando’s presence. She leaned against the wall for a moment, her phone still clenched tightly in her hand, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Her mind was spinning, her heart aching with the weight of everything she couldn’t say.

She had lied to him. Lied to protect herself, to protect whatever was left of her dignity. But deep down, she knew the truth. She couldn’t keep doing this.

Not anymore.

She didn’t make it far before the tears started. Her steps slowed as the pressure in her chest became too much, the weight of everything crashing down on her all at once. She turned a corner in the hallway, eyes blurry and throat tight, searching for somewhere—anywhere—she could hide.

She spotted a door slightly ajar, marked with a plain “Staff Only” sign. Without thinking, she slipped inside, closing it behind her. It was a cramped janitor’s cupboard, the air thick with the smell of cleaning supplies and stale mop water. But it was quiet, dark, and, most importantly, away from Lando.

Her back hit the wall, and she slid down to the floor, curling in on herself as the sobs broke free. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to muffle the sounds, but it was no use. The tears came in waves, the pain too raw, too overwhelming to control.

She hated herself for coming back, for believing, even for a moment, that things would be different. For letting him touch her, kiss her, knowing deep down that none of it meant what she wanted it to. And now, sitting alone in a janitor’s cupboard, hiding like a child, all she could think about was how foolish she’d been.

With shaking hands, she grabbed her phone, barely able to see the screen through the tears. She scrolled to Lily’s contact, hesitating for only a second before pressing the call button. It rang twice before Lily answered.

“Sweetheart?” Lily’s voice was soft but immediately laced with concern. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

The floodgates broke, and she couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out, her voice a broken, shaky whisper. “I hate myself,” she sobbed, choking on the words. “I hate that I let him do this to me. I keep going back, Lily. I hate it. I hate me.”

“Where are you?” Lily’s tone shifted, calm but urgent. “Tell me where you are. I’m coming to you right now.”

She swallowed hard, trying to catch her breath enough to speak. “I... I’m in some janitor’s cupboard. Down the hall from Lando’s room. I—I didn’t know where else to go.”

“I’m coming, okay? Just stay there. I’ll be right there.”

She nodded even though Lily couldn’t see her, clutching the phone to her chest as she waited, her sobs quieting but still leaving her body shaking. She felt so small, so utterly broken. The seconds felt like hours, each one dragging by in painful silence.

It wasn’t long before there was a soft knock on the door, and she heard Lily’s voice. “Darling? It’s me. Can I come in?”

She reached up, her hand trembling as she unlocked the door. Lily slipped inside, her face full of concern as she quickly closed the door behind her, blocking out the world. Without saying a word, she knelt down beside her, wrapping her arms around her tightly.

She broke all over again the moment Lily held her. She clung to her friend, burying her face in her shoulder as the sobs wracked her body. Lily didn’t say anything at first. She just held her, her hand gently stroking her hair, her presence a quiet reassurance in the small, dark space.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered through her tears. “I keep... I keep letting him hurt me, and I know I shouldn’t. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop. I hate myself for it.”

“Hey, no,” Lily said softly, pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes. “Don’t say that. You’re not the one who’s wrong here. He’s the one messing with your head, making you think this is normal. But it’s not your fault, okay? It’s not.”

She shook her head, the tears still falling. “I just feel so stupid. I saw a text from his friend... asking if I hadn’t gotten the hint yet. They know. They all know, and I’m still here, like some pathetic—”

“You’re not pathetic,” Lily interrupted, her voice firm but gentle. “You’re strong, darling. Stronger than you think. And I know it hurts right now, but you don’t deserve this. You deserve so much more than what Lando’s giving you.”

She tried to breathe, but her chest still felt tight, her mind spinning with shame and self-doubt. “I don’t know why I can’t just leave.”

Lily squeezed her hand, her eyes softening with understanding. “Because when someone gets into your head like that, it’s not easy to just walk away. He made you feel special, even if it was for the wrong reasons. But you’re not alone, darling. You’ve got me, you’ve got Oscar, and we’re not going anywhere. I’ll be here with you until you’re ready to leave, whenever that is.”

Her lip quivered, fresh tears welling in her eyes. She nodded, grateful but still lost in the ache that Lando had left behind. Lily’s words were like a balm, but the pain still sat heavy in her chest, raw and unresolved.

Lily leaned back, adjusting so that they were sitting side by side, their backs against the wall. She kept holding her hand, her thumb tracing soothing circles over her knuckles. “We can stay here as long as you need. You don’t have to face him right now. You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

She let out a shaky breath, closing her eyes as she leaned against Lily, her body still trembling from the tears. “But he hasn’t done anything wrong,” she murmured, trying to convince herself, even as the words tasted bitter. “He just... he just doesn’t know how I feel.”

Lily pulled back slightly, her gaze intense as she looked into her eyes. “Yes, he has. Don’t lie to yourself, sweetheart. It’s not just about what he’s done; it’s about how he makes you feel. And right now, you’re hurting, and that’s not okay. You deserve someone who cares about you, not someone who’s playing games.”

She bit her lip, frustration mixing with sadness. “I know, but...”

“No buts.” Lily interrupted, her voice steady. “You’re worth more than this. You don’t have to keep accepting less than you deserve. You know that, right?”

She nodded, but the ache in her chest remained, a stubborn reminder of the tangled mess of emotions that Lando had stirred inside her. She felt like she was being pulled in two different directions: her heart yearned for the connection she had with Lando, while her mind screamed for her to walk away, to protect herself from more pain.

“What if I just... went and got my things?” she whispered, almost to herself. “I could just—”

Lily shook her head firmly. “You shouldn’t have to do that alone. I can call Oscar and ask him to pick up your stuff from Lando’s. He’s supportive, and I’m sure he’d be more than happy to help.”

“Are you sure?” she asked hesitantly, the thought of involving Oscar making her heart race. “I don’t want to make things weird.”

“It’s not weird,” Lily said, her voice soothing. “It’s what friends do. You need to take the first step in reclaiming your space. Let’s get your things, and then we can figure out the next steps together. You don’t have to face this alone, and you don’t have to keep putting yourself through this.”

She nodded again, feeling a flicker of gratitude for Lily’s unwavering support. It felt good to have someone in her corner, someone who believed she could do better, even when she struggled to believe it herself.

“Okay,” she finally said, her voice steadier now. “Let’s do that.”

“Good,” Lily replied, squeezing her hand tightly. “I’ll get Oscar to come over. And remember, you’re stronger than you think.”

Present Time

Now, standing in front of him in the rain-soaked street, she wondered if he even remembered that day. If he had any idea how much it had gutted her. The memory felt like a ghost, haunting her thoughts, each painful recollection mingling with the cold raindrops cascading down her cheeks.

“Should we get started?” she said, her voice a little too sharp. The rain was mixing with the ache in her chest, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand there, looking into those eyes that had once made her feel seen. Once. She hated that feeling of vulnerability he inspired, but even more, she hated the way it was fading.

Lando tilted his head, studying her with that signature smirk tugging at his lips. It was the same smirk that had once made her heart race, ignited her passion, and made her forget her own worth. But now, it only deepened the resolve she had built since their last encounter. There was a flint in his eyes, a spark that had once drawn her in, but she refused to let it affect her anymore. Those flames of desire he ignited had left her burnt before, and she wasn’t going to let it happen again.

“Yeah. Let’s get started,” he echoed, his voice smooth but tinged with a hint of something darker lurking beneath. She could sense it—an undercurrent of his charm that was both magnetic and dangerous.

They both knew this wasn’t just another interview. Not for him. Not for her.

But she wasn’t that girl anymore. She wouldn’t let him see her fall apart again. Not this time. Each raindrop felt like a reminder of her strength, a symbol of her resolve to stand firm against the tides of emotion that threatened to wash her away. She took a deep breath, grounding herself in the moment, and steeled her gaze against the storm brewing in her heart.

“Let’s talk about the last race,” she said, forcing her voice to steady. “You seemed to be struggling with the new tires. What do you think the team could do differently moving forward?”

Lando's brow furrowed, momentarily surprised by the shift in her tone. It was almost like he was used to her fawning over him, allowing his charisma to overshadow her professionalism. But not today. Not anymore.

He responded, launching into technical details, but she could see his focus drifting, his smirk slipping just a little as he searched her expression for any trace of the girl he had once known—the one who had been captivated by his every word. But he wouldn’t find her here, not today.

As he spoke, she fought to keep her expression neutral, not letting the echoes of their past seep into her demeanour. The way he moved, the way he gestured—there was still an effortless charm to him, but it was fading, like a sunset after a long day. She wasn’t here to be dazzled; she was here to reclaim her narrative, to make sure he understood that she had grown.

“Uh, sweeth-” he said suddenly, cutting himself off from finishing the per name she used to love, his tone shifting as he leaned closer, invading her personal space. “You seem… different. What’s going on?”

The intensity of his gaze was like a spotlight, and for a moment, she felt the familiar stir of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. But she clung to the memory of that cramped janitor’s cupboard, to the warmth of Lily’s embrace, and the strength it had given her. She wouldn’t let him in, wouldn’t let him see her falter.

“Just focusing on the questions, Lando,” she replied, her voice crisp and steady, eyes locked on his. “I’m here to do a job.”

He narrowed his eyes, clearly thrown by her tone. The playfulness he often relied on was nowhere to be found, and for the first time, she saw uncertainty flash across his face. It was intoxicating, seeing him taken aback. It reminded her that he wasn’t invincible.

“Fine,” he said, his tone shifting back to that of a confident driver. “I can handle a little professionalism. I admire it, actually.”

“Then let’s keep it professional,” she shot back, her heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and exhilaration. There was something liberating about standing her ground, about showing him that she wasn’t afraid to push back.

As they continued their exchange, a storm raged on outside—water pouring down in sheets, thunder rumbling in the distance. But here, away from the rain, she felt the weight of her past begin to lift. She wouldn’t allow Lando to pull her back into his world of uncertainty and heartache. She was building her own life now, with friendships that mattered, goals that fueled her, and a vision that didn’t include him.

With each word, she drew a line in the sand, reminding herself that this was her moment, not his. She had reclaimed her voice, and she was ready to use it.

the end.

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

Hello, can I ask you for your opinion about, maybe mischaracterized charas, Barou, Lorenzo and Yuki?

yes, ofc!💕

barou doesn’t have anger issues and actually minds his own business. he’s very particularly about who or what he’s angry about, such as nagi being messy. when he insults people, he’s not actually angry or mad at them, it’s just his personality and how he speaks. (implied in the manga)

lorenzo, despite his crazy and life of the party attitude, is actually an extremely kind and fun person to be around. despite his appearance (which you guys gotta learn to stop judging), he’s always smiling and laughing with the ubers. (egoist bible, implied in the manga)

yukimiya seems to be rather rude, although backhandedly so. his inner monologue of chris prince is rather rude, and he calls both isagi and kaiser “manipulative and shrewd bastards”. i headcanon that it’s because he spent so much time with karasu. (egoist bible, implied in the manga)

[baby-yongbok]

Call me, baby

Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

♡ Genre - Smut, slow(ish) and then boom porn - Strangers to lovers (non-idol)

♡ Word Count: 7.6k

♡ Summary: Welcome to Rockstar tattoo and piercing, where giving a beautiful stranger and eyebrow piercing can lead to the best fuck of your life.

♡ A/N: I started this as soon as photo's of Hyunjin with that damned eyebrow piercing came out. I am EXHAUSTED the horny took over, I'm ruined and now maybe you are too. 😭 I wanted to have this be a bit of a slow burn type of thing just so there could be some build up and longing ya know? I don't usually draw things out this long but I wanted to give it a shot. 💕Please enjoy it, I worked hard and I'd love to hear feedback. I also only lightly edited it for right now, I'll look over it again later! Gosh I'm exhausted. + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡

♡ Warnings: Pain slut Hyunjin, Descriptive piercing process, Biting, Hair pulling, Appearances by Lee Know, unprotected sex (safe sex is good. be safe ya'll) Oral (f&m receiving), nipple play (kinda? & not for too long + reader has nipple piercings)

✧ Masterlist ✧

“Hey, man. Welcome to Rockstar tattoo and piercing whatcha lookin for tonight?” Minho, your ex and fellow co-owner of the shop asks as that familiar jingle rings through the empty shop. You’re too busy cleaning up your space to listen in on what the new customer wants. You’re sure that it’s something simple since it’s close to midnight and all that gets done this late are simple piercings and tattoos that people will regret in the morning.   

“Baby, you got a customer up front.” Minho calls as he makes his way over to his station. The name prompts a fake gag and an award winning eye roll as you move across your station

“Do not call me that, ew.” The echo of Minho’s chuckle makes him sound closer than he is as he rounds the corner of the wall dividing your spaces. You’re a two person crew so you get to spend every second that you’re in this shop with your ex which wouldn’t be so bad if he and his new girlfriend weren’t all over each other every chance that they got. You love the girl and they’re a much better match than the two of you ever were but it’s been so long since you’ve been with someone that you feel like they’re just teasing you at this point.

“You used to love that.” With folded arms he leans against your side of the wall and you turn to him with a hand on your hip while the other one is full of supplies.

“And I used to love you.” He hisses, holding a hand over his heart with faux pain in his eyes. 

“Ouch.” You throw an empty ink cap at him and you both laugh. “Well since you don’t love me I’ll be right back.” He walks over to the front desk, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair and heading out to the front of the shop.

“Where the hell are you going?” You whine, running up behind him. He turns to face you with that mischievous glint in his eyes. Does he really need to go get his dick wet right now? 

“Seriously, Min!” He laughs at your incredulous scoff as he throws on his jacket. “If I’m not back in an hour, close up for me, yeah?” With a quick wink and a smirk he rushes out of the door before you even have a chance to protest. You know that he’ll be back, he always comes back but you still want to give him a piece of your mind. You flip him off as you watch him pass the large front window and he kisses back at you. You love that you two had a clean break but god does he get on your nerves. 

“Asshole.” You mumble under your breath as you look down at the form on the counter. “Hyunjin?” 

You hear shuffling in the very far corner of the waiting area as you flip through his paperwork. 

“That’s me.” You smile down at the clipboard once you hear his voice, at least he’s not some rude wasted guy. “You can come with me.” 

When you look up your jaw nearly hits the counter, is beautiful even the right word to describe this man? You don’t usually have a type but if you had to pick one it would be the man standing right in front of you. “ Uh, hey my name’s Y/n, I’ll be piercing you tonight and it uh-”

Gosh, his eye contact is intense, how does he do that? “It says here that you wanna get a horizontal eyebrow piercing?”

“Right.” He shakes his head as he rocks back and forth on his heels and you nod. 

“Awesome, it should be pretty quick, let’s do this.” You unlock the swing door and allow him back into your station. You decide to close the privacy curtain that separates your space from the rest of the shop since the chances of anyone else coming in is close to zero, you’re not as accessible as the shops close to town so this is the quiet hour for you.

Hyunjin watches as you start collecting the supplies that you’ll need. You move carefully, making sure that everything is just how you like it. “Have you been doing this for a long time?” You hadn’t even noticed the way that he seems to be nearly looking over your shoulder this entire time.

“Long enough.” He smiles at your shy laugh as you pick a marker from your cup. “We’ve owned this place for about three years.” 

“You and your boyfriend?” You scowl at his words, pulling a chuckle from his chest. “I guess he’s not your boyfriend.”

“He’s my ex, we already bought this place when we broke up so I couldn’t escape him.” A dramatic sigh follows your statement as you motion for him to sit down on the chair in front of you. “We're friends now, best friends, but I am a single girl.”

Hyunjin cocks his brow, causing you to accidently draw a line across his eyelid. “Sorry about that.” He chuckles and you smile at the soft sound. 

“It’s alright.” You clean him up and the feeling of his gaze burning into you makes you smirk. You’re more than used to clients staring at you, there are some that will try to make an ungraceful pass at you while they’re at it but for some reason having Hyunjin stare at you so intensely is welcomed? Maybe because he’s cute. That definitely helps. “Ready?”

“Ready.” You mark him perfectly this time and point him towards the mirror to check if he likes the placement. “Perfect.”

“Awesome let’s stick ya then.” You motion him towards your reclined chair and he gracefully fills the spot with his tall frame. “You’re not scared of needles are you?”

“Not at all.” The smirk on his face as he stares up at the ceiling catches you off guard. You’ve never seen anyone smile at the thought of getting stabbed before. You wipe your hands and snap on your gloves before moving in front of your rolling tray where all of your supplies are set up. “Did it hurt when you got yours?”

“Nope, but that’s probably because I did it myself.” You grab your scissor clamp and move next to Hyunjin. “Okay, so, the steps are to clamp the site, pierce it, feed the jewelry through and then you’re out of here.”

“Sounds easy enough, go ahead.” You nod leaning over him gently. This is the first time in all of your years as a piercing artist that you’ve felt self conscious about the deep V cut of your shirt. You usually couldn’t care less but right now you’re almost hyper aware of the way that you’re presenting yourself to the man in front of you. You’re also hyper aware of the way that he’s staring right at the lacey red of your bra that’s peeking out, or is it the studs of your nipple piercing pressing against your tight cotton shirt that’s caught his attention? Either way, the way that he’s staring is causing something that you haven’t felt in awhile to stir deep in your stomach.

“Gonna clamp you now, it shouldn’t hurt but just take a deep breath anyway.” You whisper as you turn his head a bit to get a better look at the piercing site. Now he’s really got a good view. He’s perfectly still as you clamp him and you praise him for every little thing that he does right, he seems to take a liking to that since every time something sweet comes out of your mouth he hums with contentment. 

“Ready for the stick?”

“Go ahead.” He licks his lips while his gaze is still trained on your chest and you can’t help but to push your thighs together. He seemed to have noticed since a ghost of a smile adorned his lips right after. 

“Breath in.” He follows your instruction and you position the needle right at the mark only pushing a bit to prepare him. “And out.” He was an easy stick, it went in perfectly. It was smooth and quick and he definitely hissed a moan when you did it. You stay in place, leaning over him with the plastic needle still in. 

“Everything good?” The sound of his moan rang through your ears as you avoided eye contact with him. He hums a confirmation, his eyes are shut now and his bottom lip is between his teeth. Good god. Did he not notice or does he just not care? Does he have a thing for pain? “I’m going to uh- feed the jewelry through.” 

You move his head a bit, trying to find the best position for the light to hit him. Why is the lighting so shitty all of the sudden? “Everything alright?” There’s a slight chuckle in his voice and you sigh.

“Yeah I just can’t get a good light right now. It’s like my damn shadow moved in the way.” You move a bit back and forth but nothing is comfortable enough. “Can I like… could you just move your hip over a bit?” He does as you ask immediately and you swiftly prop your knee up on the chair. 

“Thanks, that's so much better.” You grab the jewelry, and wedge it into the plastic needle for the feed through. “You’ll feel a bit of pressure, it might sting okay?”

“Mmhmm.” Just as you’re about to move the needle you feel the soft brush of his fingers on your inner thigh. That had to be an accident right? Do you want it to be an accident? Not really.

“One, two, go.” You slowly feed the jewelry through and this time a soft grunt leaves his lips but that’s not all. You freeze when you feel it, glancing down at Hyunjin while his eyes are still closed and his fingers grip the flesh of your inner thigh. “Good?”

“Great.” It’s a miracle that you didn’t moan at the feeling of him grabbing you but you decide to thank whatever higher power saved you instead of thinking about what if’s. One thing’s clear though; he definitely has a thing for pain.

“Let me just -” You reach over to your rolling tray and his grip on your thigh loosens but he doesn’t let go. “- Just gotta put the ball on the end.” You secure his jewelry, screwing on the end and wiping it down with bactine. 

“Done.” He sighs but he doesn’t move. You look down at him, expecting him to say something, but he stays silent. You take a deep breath, trying to ignore the electricity that having his hand inches away from your heat is causing. “Wanna look at it?”

He nods, finally moving his hand, now maybe you can breathe normally. You both move at the same time but he sits up much slower than expected. “Feeling good?” Hyunjin hums as he adjusts his pants and makes his way over to the mirror, leaning in to get a good look at the new accessory. 

“So good.” Yup, he has a pain kink. It’s confirmed.

Once you’ve cleaned up all the immediate things and rid yourself of your gloves you move over towards him slowly. Usually you’d make small talk but you don’t feel too capable of doing that with the way that your core is pulsing with need at the moment. 

You watch as he studies the piercing. You should be looking at it too but you can’t focus on anything but the sharp beauty of his features and the way that his wine red hair falls against his temples and compliments the blush running up his neck. As much as you try to stop yourself you can’t help but indulge in taking him in further. You can’t help but to let your gaze run down the length of his strong arm and admire the way that his black sweats are hanging from his hips. Your eyes linger on the hem of his pants for a second too long and that’s when you notice it. Right below the perfect bow of his drawstrings is a delicious bulge that you desperately want to show attention to. Your tongue darts out, licking at the corner of your mouth a bit as you eye him. Snap out of it, come on.

“Think I should get a tattoo there?” Your eyes snap to his reflection but he’s already looking at you. Fuck, did he catch you staring? Of course he did, it was so obvious. “I’ve been thinking about it.” 

His smile makes you feel like you could explode at any second but you decide to try a bit harder to contain yourself. “I think that could be hot.” Fuck, no no no, why did you say that.

“Hot? You think so?” He cocks his eyebrow just like he did earlier but this time the gold stud adorning his thick brow makes a shiver run up your spine and sends a spark to your clit. He was already hot without the piercing but now it’s just unfair.

“Uh yeah, I do.” Before you can try to turn around and make your escape from further embarrassing yourself he turns to you. 

“Would you do it?” His eyes are focused on yours and for some reason you can’t find it in you to look away. 

“Do…your hip tattoo?” He nods and you shift your weight as you imagine the process. Could you even stand to be that close to his dick? You’re standing in front of him right now and you feel like you could combust from the eye contact. Surely you’ll melt if you end up having to stare at his hard dick for hours while he gets off on the pain of your needle for a second time. 

“I would.” Your answer leaves your lips in a half whisper before you can even think about it but the smile that pulls at his lips makes you forget your prior argument. “Just let me know when.”

“Do you have a card?” 

“Up front, I’ll give it to you with your care instructions.” You find yourself glancing down one more time before attempting to blink away all of your horny thoughts. As much as you want to fall to your knees and relieve him of his pain induced hard on you have to keep it professional, even if you were just caught staring at his dick print. “You paid when you came in, right?”

Quickly, you make your way around him to open your curtain and lead him to the counter. “Yeah I did.” You can feel him close behind you as you unlock the swing door to let him out.

“But you did such a great job.” The slam of the small door behind him makes you jump a bit but his following question is what really did it. “Do you take tips? Or could I give you more than that?”

You choke a bit on your inhale but at the same time there couldn’t possibly be a hint of oxygen left in your body with the way that he’s looking at you with his arms crossed and leaning on the counter. Your brain isn’t working anymore, it’s completely smooth as you stare back at Hyunjin’s cool smile. Hell, if he’s offering you’re going to take it.

Just as you’re about to calculate your own suggestive reply that familiar jingle echoes off the walls and your gaze lands on none-other than your godforsaken ex. He eyes you as you stand behind the counter with red cheeks and your palms spread and pressing into the desk. 

“All good?” He looks between you and Hyunjin with raised brows. You force a smile as you frantically scan the desk for the care instruction packet. 

“Yup, all good.” The sigh that follows your sentence is less than convincing but Minho lets it slide in the name of trusting you. You turn your attention back to Hyunjin who’s eyes were already on you. “So here are the care instructions. Don’t change it for about two months and uh, just make sure to keep it clean and um yeah everything that you need to know is in here.”

He takes the packet, brushing his fingers against yours in the process. Hopefully the way that you shivered wasn’t too obvious. Are you really that down bad? Usually you’re witty and flirty, you tend to have a pretty smart mouth with customers but as soon as you saw Hyunjin all of that went right out the window. 

“Your card.” He nods towards the display on the desk and you quickly grab one for him.

“It has the shop number and my instagram on there. If you want to contact me directly, Instagram is the best way to do it but I’m here almost everyday. If I’m not coming in, I'll post it on my story.” He flips the card between his fingers allowing you to get a good look at what you wish were still grabbing at the tender flesh of your thighs. Your focus breaks when he rubs the card between his fingers and a second one falls to the counter. “Oh, must’ve given you two by accident.”

“So I’ll message you.” Standing straight he slips the card into his pocket. “If I have any questions.” He takes a step back, taking you in one more time. 

“Yeah, I’ll answer as fast as I can.” 

“Baby, did you use the last of the caps?” Minho calls from the storage room and the scoff that follows makes Hyunjin laugh. 

“Stop calling me that for goodness sake.” With the flash of a quick smile and mumbled goodnight you leave Hyunjin at the front and head over to your annoying cock blocking ex. Once you get to him you see him leaning against the storage room door with his eyes on his phone screen. “I thought you were looking for caps.”

“Nah, figured that you needed me to save you. That guy should’ve been gone already.” Did he seriously just ruin any chance that you had at getting laid tonight? And by a man as hot as Hyunjin at that. 

“We were talking.”

“You don’t do small talk.” Minho’s pinched brows earns him an eye roll as you head over to your station. “So he wasn’t bothering you?”

“Far from it.” The way that you’re aggressively cleaning your tray gives Minho all the hints he needs but it would be out of character for him to just drop the topic.  

"Then what was he doing?" Minho asks in his teasing tone that you’ve grown to be more than familiar with. You pause and sigh as your mind lingers on the feel of Hyunjin’s fingers gripping you and the sounds he made with each hint of pain. 

"He was trying to make me interested." 

“Was it working?” The silence that followed his question spoke louder than any words could. “His number is on the form ya know.”

“Just lock up, Minho. I’m not breaking any privacy laws just so I can get fucked.” He throws his hands up in surrender, backing away and heading to the front. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath to try and contain the many emotions running through you. You should’ve been on your game tonight but Hyunjin just threw you off. You haven’t been that attracted to anyone in so long that all of your skills went right out the window as soon as he looked at you. Maybe he’ll message you? Ask you a question or two and then ask you out. What if he doesn’t? What if Minho scared him off and you never hear from him again?

“Baby.” 

“Lee Minho, stop calling me -” You pause when you turn to him, looking down at the card he’s offering you between his fingers. “What?” He extends his arm to you further, earning his third eye roll of the day as you snatch the cardstock away from him.

“It’s my card.” You shrug at him.

“Turn it over.” Your pulse picks up a bit once you notice the red ink on the back of the card. Hyunjin’s name and number is written in pretty symbols right across the middle with a small note. ‘Call me, baby.’

“I’ll stop calling you that now.” 

Sleep didn't come easy last night but you sure did at the thought of Hyunjin. It doesn't help that you texted him immediately and he didn't waste a second before replying to you. Your night was spent getting to know him a bit as your mind danced on the idea of him fucking you into your mattress. The amount of time that you pretended that your fingers were his slender ones while you answered one of his questions is actually award winning. The taping of your cum covered fingers against your screen went on until you tired yourself out and fell asleep while waiting for his next text. 

“Going out.” Minho looked up from the sketch book in front of him just in time to watch as you grabbed your jacket from the chair next to his. 

“Did ‘baby’ call?” For the first time in a while you find yourself smiling and unbothered by his teasing. “She's smiling, did you finally catch a dick.”

“I'll let you know in a couple of hours.” The look on Minho’s face isn't one that you see often but it's your absolute favorite. “I'll be back, baby.”

You barely got to knock twice before the door to Hyunjin’s apartment swung open. He looks just as good if not better than he did last night and the fact that you’ve gotten to know him a bit better over text for the past couple of hours makes you feel like a college student sneaking into someone's dorm after curfew. It’s safe to say that you have a big fat crush now.

“Hey, nice piercing.” He pulls you into a quick hug before ushering you further into his place. Your eyes wander across his walls, taking in every detail. He really is the artsy type. 

“Thanks, some girl did it for me last night.” He watches you take in his space with hungry eyes, no matter how much he tells himself that he just met you and that he wants to take it slow he can’t seem to pace himself. The amount of times that he came into his fist last night just thinking of how pretty your nipple piercings must be and how your thighs would wrap perfectly around him is insane. Unfortunately, the orgasms didn’t put out the fire that burned for you deep in his stomach, it only made the flame bigger.

“Oh yeah?” You face him as you peel your jacket off slowly, letting it slide off of your shoulders and down your arms so gracefully that he couldn’t possibly ignore it. “Was she hot?”

His eyes fix on the fabric stretching tight against your chest, how dare you call that a shirt. It’s keeping little to nothing to the imagination but he can’t say that he’s mad at it. “So fucking hot, I couldn’t stop staring at her.”

Your jacket finds a home on the arm of his couch while you check out the paintings on his living room wall. The stretched canvas and sheets of beautifully stained paper are littered all over the ivory wall, serving as the only real means of decoration in this area of the room. “Do you think that she noticed?”

The energy around you turns electric as he steps up behind you, just close enough not to touch you. “I hope that she did.” 

“Why?” Your breathing is slow and shallow as your eyes run across the colors of the paintings on the wall. You’re not really taking in the beauty of the art anymore, you’re more concerned with the masterpiece standing behind you and what he’ll say next.

“So that she doesn’t feel surprised when I say -” He leans into you, fiddling with one of the paintings and pressing himself lightly into your back. A blistering heat washes over you at the feel of him against you. It’s so much more than you imagined it to be. “- That I think that she’s beautiful.”

He reaches for another painting, stepping forward just a bit to be closer to you. “And that as much as I want to take it slow and get to know her -” He slowly retracts his hand, stepping back and breaking all contact. You sigh, swallowing hard as you hang on each of his words. “I just can’t go another second without knowing what she feels like.”

You turn your head to the side, catching a glimpse of his burning gaze as he stares down at you. His dark eyes are undressing you before he even gets the chance to touch you. Something like you did to him yesterday. “I think that she’d feel the same way.” It’s a bit of a challenge but you manage to hold eye contact with him as you turn your body to face him.

“You think she’d let me touch her?” Eyes, lips, chest and repeat. That’s the pattern that his gaze follows while he waits for your answer. 

“I think she wants you to, so so badly.” His eyes meet yours and his hands are on you in an instant, grabbing at the plush of your waist and pushing you against the wall of art work behind you. 

“Thank god.” He whispers against your lips before attaching them in desperate hunger. The sound of paper and canvas falling to the floor is merely background noise in the heat of the moment.

He’s soft and sweet like honey, his touch is like satin against your skin and your head is fuzzy. Holy fuck. He swallows the moan that escapes you as you welcome his tongue into your mouth, offering his own sinful sounds as a counter. His hands are grabbing at the exposed skin of your stomach while he pushes your shirt up to expose more of you. Your hands fist the fabric of his shirt, you want him closer. You need him closer. He pulls away abruptly, staring down at you panting and flushed. He takes a step back and you take a step forward. 

“Think she’ll let me fuck her?” He continues to step back from you and you match each move that he makes. Your hands find the bottom hem of your shirt and you pull the fabric over your head, revealing your flimsy lace bra to him. A hiss falls from his lips as he falls back into his couch. Sitting with his legs spread and ready for you, the perfect seat. 

“You better fuck her.” Once you climb onto his lap his lips are back on yours in an instant. The kiss is hungry, desirous, passionate. It’s everything that you knew it would be and more. His palms rest on your breasts, kneading the flesh and flicking at the heart studs of your nipple piercings. A shiver runs over you at the feeling and Hyunjin smiles against you at the reaction.

“Sensitive?” He mumbles, following with a kiss and you nod with a deep moan. “Fuck.” He pushes your breast together, jiggling them in his palms while he watches with his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“I wanted to see these so badly last night.” You knew he was staring. “Wanted to run my tongue over these pretty little studs.” 

“What’s stopping you now?” You grind your hips into him, milking a choked moan from his throat. He’s so hard underneath you, his sweat pants are doing little to restrain his pulsing cock from pressing into your needy core but even that bit of pressure is not enough to satiate your hunger. His fingers peel down the lace of your bra and you watch as his tongue dips out of his mouth and swirls the silver jewelry. “Hyunjin.” 

He hums, content with the way that his name sounds falling from your pretty lips, it’s then that you remember last night. Praise and pain, those are his things right? Let’s test it out.

The feeling of his tongue laving over your sensitive peak breaks you out of your thoughts and fogs your mind all over again. He shows both of your breasts equal attention, wetting your nipples with long drags of his tongue followed by a skillful swirl of the muscle around your shiny silver bars. “ So good, oh my god.” He hums, sucking a bit harder at the sound of your sweet words. 

Your fingers lace through the wine red strands of his hair, scratching and rubbing at his scalp for a bit until he grazes his teeth over the sensitive peak of your nipple. You’re pulling at his roots before you can even process it but the pornographic moan that escapes him as he falls into your touch makes you happy that you did it.

“A pain slut?” Matching smirks paint your faces but his is quickly swept away when you bring your other hand up through his roots and pull again. “I knew it.” You grind into him, the moans escaping him are making you hungry for friction all over again. 

His hands grasp your hips, gripping you so tightly that you’re sure there will be beautiful bruises there in the morning. “What gave me away?” His eyes stay on yours as you hold his head back by his hair. Yesterday his gaze was blinding but tonight you find it easier to handle the heat that it causes to rise on the surface of your skin. You’re okay with going blind if he’s the last thing that you see. 

“Hm.” His eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your lips ghosting over his pulse “Maybe it was the way you moaned when I stuck you.” Sloppy kisses and small nibbles of his milky flesh draws a moan similar to the one that’s been playing in your head all night to leave his blushed lips.

“Or the way that you grabbed my thigh.” Your teeth sink into the flesh of his neck and the sound that he makes in response is nearly enough to make you cum on the spot. “Or how hard you were when I was finished.”

“Do that again.” So biting is his favorite, huh? 

“Say please.” 

“Please, do that again. Bite me, harder. Please let me feel that again.” He’s begging? You’ve never been with a man who was willing to do that. A mumbled praise makes his cock twitch against you as one of his hands slips down to your ass, gripping the cheek firmly but not squeezing. Your teeth sink into his neck again, a deep guttural groan escapes him while his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass through your jeans. “Oh, baby.”

You pull away at the feeling of a warm spot beneath you. When you look down at your clothed cores the sticky wet spot presents itself to you. He came just from you biting him and he's still hard. No fucking way.

“You made a mess.” A familiar darkness falls upon his gaze and now it's your turn to moan from the grip he has on your hair. “Clean it up for me, angel.”

You crawl backwards off of his lap, lowering down onto your knees as his grip in your hair ensures that your eyes stay on his. He shimmies his pants down with his free hand, your eye contact falters for just a second so that you can steal a glance at his cock. He’s bigger than you thought he’d be, long and curved ever so slightly. The angry red tip is glistening with cum in the low light, you run your tongue along your lips at the thought of sucking him clean. 

“One day you’ll give me a pretty tattoo right here, won’t you?” He pulls your hair towards him, controlling your head so that you lean into his hip. You plant a sloppy kiss against his skin, nipping and licking like a desperate puppy. His cock twitches at the feel of your lips on the newly discovered patch of skin. “I’ll be hard as a rock with your pretty face so close to my cock.” He moves your head over just enough for you to lick up some of the cum from his flawless thigh. 

“You think you could do it? Think you could be that close to my cock and not put me in your mouth?” Little does he know that you’ve already thought about it and the answer is no. Hell no, absolutely not. “Maybe it would be me who loses control.”

He yanks back on your hair, lifting your head back up to meet his gaze. He brings his bent pointer finger to your chin and runs his thumb down your swollen lips. “I have a feeling that I’ll be addicted to this mouth.” His eyebrow piercing catches the light as he stares down at you and you can’t help but to feel turned on by the fact that you did that to him. You’re responsible for that pretty stud on this pretty man. 

“Let’s see if I’m right.” You open your mouth eagerly once he sits back and guides you over to his waiting cock. A hiss escapes him once you take him to the hilt, swallowing around him with watery eyes. He marvels at the way your pretty lips stretch around him, taking every single inch of him until his tip makes your throat bulge and your mouth water. You bob your head, licking and sucking him clean. The taste of his cum is so sweet, so perfect, maybe you’re just insanely horny or maybe he’s your new favorite candy. The only thing you’ll have a craving for from this point on. 

“That throat is taking me so well.” The vibration of your hum makes Hyunjin bite his lip as he watches you. You bring your hands up to his naked thighs and claw your nails lightly down the exposed skin. His cock twitches in your mouth and your pussy throbs at the feeling of it. You’re a big fan of foreplay, it’s super important and fun and everything but you would do anything to skip all of this and simply feel Hyunjin’s cock sink into your dripping pussy. “This is what you wanted yesterday isn’t it? This is what you wanted when you were staring at my dick?”

The deep rasp of his voice as he asks such filthy questions makes you press your thighs together, Hyunjin moves his foot in between your knees. Kicking your legs apart and taking away the relief you were chasing.

“Need me now?” Your desperate gaze up at him is all the answer that he needs. He lets go of your hair and you slowly come up off of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip a bit and releasing him with a string of spit still connecting you. He offers you his hand to help you up off of your knees before dropping to his own right in front of you. 

With a burning gaze on your naked stomach he unbuttons your jeans and slowly drags them over the curve of your hips. His eyes scan every inch of newly exposed skin, leaving sweet soft kisses against the silky skin of your thighs. He takes a deep breath before pulling your panties down, his hands lingering against your bare skin as he admires your body. He leans in and places a soft kiss against your exposed center once you step out of your panties. What was supposed to be a simple kiss turned into a few kitten licks against your clit which then quickly evolved into long drags of his tongue through your folds while he palms your ass. 

“Hyun- Hyunjin holy fuck.” Your fingers thread into his dark strands again, lightly pulling at his roots and milking moans from him. “Please fuck me. Please just fuck me I want to feel you.”

“Gotta get you ready.” He spits onto your clit, watching it drip down your lips a bit before catching with his tongue and spreading it over your folds. “I need my girl dripping around my cock.”

His lips wrap around your clit and you throw your head back in a silent scream before looking down at him. His eyes are closed as he laps at your pussy, sucking and licking like his life depends on it. You admire the shimmer of his fresh piercing as you watch him, pathetic whimpers falling from you as he dangles your orgasm in front of your face. You’ve been thinking about him for hours and now you’ve finally got him. You get to cum on his tongue and watch him slurp up every drip of your essence.

“I’m gonna cum, oh my god.” Your grip on his hair tightens and he hisses against you. He swirls his skilled tongue around your swollen clit a couple of times and you can feel the blistering heat setting all over your body. You’re so close, it’s so good and then he pulls away.

“Hyun-” Your whine is cut off by the soft yet aggressive feeling of his lips on yours.

“I want you to cum on my cock.” The taste of your pussy on his tongue distracts you from the feeling of him guiding you to the couch. He pushes you down, watching you with a smirk as he pushes his damp hair out of his face. You watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, balling it up and using it to dap at the sweat on his forehead before throwing it to the side with the rest of your clothes. “Do me a favor.”

His fingers dig into your plush waist as he positions you. He props his knee on the soft cushion,  lining himself up with your entrance and teasing your sopping folds with his leaky tip. “Anything.” You fist the pillow right above you, placing it under your head to get a bit more comfortable. 

“Call me baby.” He slips into you before you can even reply to him, stretching you out so deliciously and filling up your gushing pussy until his tip kisses your cervix. The moan that echoes through his apartment is high pitched and airy, your lungs burn from the electricity charged air as you cry out for him, gripping at the couch cushions as you try to ground yourself.

“Baby.” The first time that his hips snap into you his jaw clenches and his eyes roll to the back of his head. His imagination barely did you justice last night, his fist is nothing compared to the way that your pussy is clenching around him. The ungodly squelches of his cock plunging into you sends shivers down his spine. 

“Fuck, you’re heaven.” He coos, the rasp in his voice makes your pussy clench around him as he presses your thighs back towards your chest. Hyunjin picks up the pace, snapping into you with unholy force. 

It’s been so long since you’ve felt anything but your own fingers and it’s been even longer since you’ve been fucked this good. Not even Minho can top this and he was the best fuck you ever had. The mascara stained tears running down your cheeks translates all of that to Hyunjin without you having to say a word, it’s not like you could say anything but his name even if you wanted to. Your orgasm creeps up on you again, dangling in front of you like bait for a fish.

“Hyun - Hyunjin please don’t stop. Gonna cum gonna -” You cry out as he slams into you, filling you to the hilt and staying as still as possible. “Please please, ‘s so close please.”

“Not yet, baby.” he beckons you with two fingers, motioning for you to sit up. He helps you up, shifting your position so that you’re on top of him. You clench around him at the movement and he hisses at the tight feel of you. He’s close too but he wants you to fall apart on top of him. He wants to see you fall apart up close so that he can fuck his fist to the memory of it for days after.

 “Ride me, come on.” A firm slap to your ass makes your hips buck into him as you start to move along his length. 

You’re fucked out, chasing your pleasure desperately on top of a pretty man with a pretty cock. He wraps his arms around you, hugging you against his chest when he suddenly starts fucking up into you. He’s impossibly deep and you find yourself gasping for air against his shoulder. Moans and grunts fill the hot air as you fuck each other. For each thrust into you, you grind down on his cock, keeping him deliciously deep in your cunt. Your teeth mindlessly graze over the slope of his shoulder before you bite down into him. Bite, lick, suck. That’s the pattern you follow, over and over again. Making him sing for you as his fingers caress your spine. 

“Come on, you can do it harder than that.” He gasps when you accept his challenge, biting into him with a bruising force. His thrusts become more erratic as he nears his climax but he’s determined to let you soak his cock before he pulls out. “Look at me, baby.”

He leans back into the sofa and his hand moves between your bodies once your eyes meet his. His middle and pointer finger rubs circles into your clit while he ruts up into you “Yes yes, yes ‘s so good.” 

“You like my cock, pretty girl?” The fog in your brain is so thick that you can’t help but to babble as your orgasm climbs up your spine for the third time tonight.

“Love it. Love cock, you -you’re cock. Hyunjin, ‘m gonna cum o-on your cock.” He thought that you were breathtaking before but watching you cock drunk and fucked out while you’re bouncing on his dick might be his favorite way to see you. 

“Go ahead, cum on my cock.” With a few more sloppy thrusts your body trembles against him as you come undone on top of him. He fucks you through it, keeping his fingers pressed against your clit as you squirm on top of him. Your vision goes white and there’s a ringing in your ears that blocks out every word of praise that falls from Hyunjin’s lips. The only thing that you can register is the pressure of his cock as he simultaneously abuses your cervix and clit. 

“Hyun- fuck fuckfuck. So much. Too much.” Once you find the strength to open your eyes you're met with Hyunjin smiling up at you with pinched brows. “You can take it.”

“Pull my hair, baby.” Your trembling hands find their way along the familiar path of his scalp seconds after his request. Pulling at his roots with a delicious force that makes Hyunjin’s eyes roll back as he licks his lips.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” Moans and whines fall from you nonstop as he fucks into your swollen and sensitive cunt, the wet sound of your arosual where Hyunjin’s cock disappears into you echoes off the walls until he stops, breath hitching in his throat. “Come here.”

His hand is in your hair before you can protest, lifting you off of him and onto your knees. Your cunt feels so empty without him inside of you. “Gonna let me cum on those pretty tits?”

“Yeah, yeah please. Wan' your cum, baby.” He throws his head back, pumping his slick cock in front of your face while you mindlessly slur praises for him. “You’re so fucking pretty, please let me have it. Please, I wan' Jinnie’s cum.” 

“Baby, baby, cumming. I’m fucking cumming.” You both watch as thick ropes of his cum paints your breasts. Dripping over your nipples and the shiny studs just how Hyunjin pictured it last night. “Shit.” 

Your panting fills the room as you both take a second to come down from your high. Hyunjin offers you his hand, helping you up from your knees and catching you when you stumble a bit with a chuckle. “Let me clean you up so you can lie down.” He sits you on the couch, grabbing his sweats and pulling them on before making his way to the bathroom for a wet cloth. 

You blink a couple of times, trying your best to adjust to the light around you. It’s dim but everything seemed darker in your fucked out haze. You settle against the armrest of the sofa, smiling like an idiot while the pulsing of your clit reminds you of everything that just happened. Who would’ve thought that an eyebrow piercing could lead you to having the best fuck of your life. Just as you allow your eyes to flutter shut you feel a heavy vibration under you. With a groan you lift yourself up and search for the source. It’s your jacket, it must be your phone. Oh my gosh, Minho! You sit up with all the strength that you can muster, unlocking your phone and checking your messages. 

“Everything alright?” Hyunjin questions as he kneels in front of you with a warm cloth in hand.

“Yup, just fine.” You grin down at your screen before pushing your phone to the side and allowing Hyunjin to wipe you clean.

From Minho: Knew you weren’t coming back.  

[axiina]

I saw your post about writing for Coriolanus Snow Andi was thinking classic enemies to lovers nsfw I’ll give you free liberty with everything else 💕

'I hate you' is new 'I love you'

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x capitol!reader (gender neutral afab)

Summary: When your professor tells you to come to an agreement with your enemy, and you take 'come' too literally.

Words: 3.2k

Themes: smut, nsfw

Warnings: using of 'you' to reader, set before events of tbosas so no actual spoilers, more like academic rivals to lovers but they want to fight at some point so I guess it counts, NSFW | public sex (or more semi-public), unprotected sex (wrap it before tap it), p in v sex, kinda toxic but it's enemies to lovers, more like enemies who fuck, Coryo is pretty rough and possessive, marking, making out, idiots in love but they prefer fighting with each other

Author's note: I found some free time between studying, so I decided that I can no longer delay. English is not my first language so i hope that i didn't do too much mistakes. It is possible that a single "she" or "her" will appear here because I changed the concept during writing and I do not know if I got rid of everything. Let me know whether to stay with the use of 'you' or maybe replace it with personal pronouns or 'y/n'. I hope it's not written very awkwardly and you will like it!!

Coriolanus Snow is a peculiar person. Most people love him. Nice, classy, handsome and rich from a wealthy family. What more could one want? However, one of Coriolanus' traits that everyone seems to turn a blind eye to is his two-facedness. Some say this is merely a symptom of his cunning and wits. He knows when and how to behave to make his counterpart happy. You are not one of those people. Saying that you and Coriolanus Snow don't like each other is a huge understatement. You guys hate each other. From the very beginning when you both met at the academy it was known that you would cause a lot of problems. Too much of a character difference, or perhaps too much of a similarity between the two. However, this is not what is crucial. Whatever it is, it makes you two most likely to kill each other if you could. Every move you make you do to screw each other up. To prove who is better.

Professor Satyria's pleas for you to finally come to an agreement are of little use. The conflict must go on, and neither of you has any intention of giving up.

You like the way things are working out. At first, Snow was annoying and you didn't understand how people couldn't see him for what he really was. Fake. Now he is still annoying, but getting under his skin has become a sort of routine. Quite a pleasant one.

"You have to get along with each other and set a good example as rightful citizens of the Capitol, otherwise the Academy will draw out the consequences."

Professor Satyria's words continue to ring in your ears as you get ready to go home after finishing classes and doing punishment work. On the one hand, you don't want something as silly as arguing to weigh on your future, but on the other hand, reaching out to agree is like admitting you were wrong. Failure.

"Wherever I am you must also appear. Are you obsessed with me?" Behind your back, you heard a familiar, annoyingly kind voice, in which you could sense some arrogance. You groaned turning around to see no one else but Coriolanus.

"Don't you have anything better to do? People are finally getting tired of your idiocy?" Your words, however, did not budge the blond. His expression remained unchanged. One that might make most people think he is a nice person. You, however, have known him long enough to see right through it. Perfect. Too perfect.

"We need to talk. A positive outcome for both sides. It will interest you." Well, the threat of Satyria. He is the first one to extend his hand for agreement. Where is the trick? You look at him suspiciously without saying a word, and so Snow takes it as a sign that you are thinking about the proposition. "Do you have free time? Maybe we could go out somewhere together?"

The suggestion makes you burst into laughter. "With you? No thanks, I'll pass on this pleasure."

Coriolanus is not surprised by your answer. He knew it wouldn't be that easy. Accepting rejection, however, is not his strong point. He is annoyed by your behaviour, but he bites his tongue to avoid responding in the same spiteful way. Instead, he doesn't give up.

"I know we were never on good terms, but I want this war between us to end. I hope we can put behind us all the bad things that happened between us and start fresh. What do you think about this?" he says, sounding quite sincere.

"Let me think." You say and sigh, pondering the answer, which is obvious, but you can't let go of a little malice. "No."

The expression on Snow's face became more serious. It seems that your refusal offended his pride. But he doesn't show it in his tone of voice.

"Why not?" he asks and you notice how he clenches his jaw and his gaze becomes unpleasant.

You enjoy the view and it fills you with satisfaction. "Because you think that with a pretty face and fake politeness, you can get anything. Maybe it works with others, but I'm not that stupid. Additionally, you are damn annoying. That's why."

The expression on Snow's face becomes dark. Typical when he fails to get what he wants. His usual tone is completely gone. His face is twisted with anger. He still tries to maintain a polite voice. The attempt fails.

"Do you want to repeat it?" he asks through his teeth. It's obvious that you've hit one of his sensitive points. That was the plan.

"Exhausting, isn't it? Hiding behind the mask of a nice and put-together boy from a highly placed family who is a veritable ideal is tiring, isn't it?" A mockery can be heard in your voice. Coriolanus is very sensitive to it.

"What do you think you know about me?" He asks through clenched teeth, his tone no longer artificially polite, it is filled with rage. Your mockery has really gotten to him. He tries to calm down, but it's all in vain. Coriolanus has never had problems with self-control, but something about you makes him ready to abandon everything. You manage to get him off balance with ease. In his head, he has one plan. To destroy you.

"Do you think you pretend so well?" You burst out laughing and shake your head. You know you shouldn't say such things. The academy is practically empty, and Coriolanus's angry enough can be unpredictable. However, you can't help but point out everything that annoys you about him. "It's actually quite easy to see what kind of person you are. You look at people with disgust, but when they look in your direction, you suddenly change dramatically. how fake you are to everyone. I wonder how they don't see it. How empty and shallow you are."

"You don't know anything about me!" Snow shouts at you, his face twisted with rage. He is barely able to control himself. He doesn't even try to hide it anymore. He stares at you with hatred in his eyes.

"Don't you dare assume that you know everything about me. You don't know me one bit. You don't know what my life is like. Don't think so highly of yourself. You aren't better than me." He continues, his voice getting louder with every word he says. You really hit his sensitive spot.

"I don't know everything and I'm not going to pretend otherwise. For me, the most important thing is acts, and in your case, they are fake and two-faced. You despise people, and you yourself are at the bottom." Irritation takes over. You know that at any moment you can say one word too many if you haven't already. However, someone has to talk it all out for him. Adrenaline makes you take a step closer to the upset boy without considering the possible consequences.

Snow seems to be on the verge of a breakdown. His fists are clenched and his eyes are wide open with rage. He is breathing hard, trying to control himself. He's not used to being treated this way by anyone. He has come this far over the years, solely because of himself and what role he has taken in society. You really succeeded in hurting his pride. "I warn you right now. Don't mock me any further."

"Why? What will you do? hit me? do it, I dare you. Then everyone will see how "perfect" you really are." You know the situation is starting to get dangerous. However, you come closer. It's stupid, you know it, and yet you do it. Maybe it's the way his reactions give you satisfaction, or maybe it's the way he looks at you.

You can see the hatred oozing from his eyes when they are locked on yours. His face is full of rage, his breathing heavy and his muscles tense.

He takes a step toward you with a clenched fist. You can see his knuckles turning white. He grabs you and presses you against the wall, his body against yours.

A second later, you feel him pressing you against the wall tighter than before, and his hand grips your throat.

You feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. Your heart is pounding as if it wants to jump out of your chest. You feel a strange sensation in your lower abdomen. His eyes are cold, yet they make a pleasant shiver run through your body. His face is right next to yours, flesh pressing against yours. It was a matter of split seconds as you two pressed your lips to each other in an aggressive and hungry kiss.

He returns the kiss, wrapping his free hand around you. He seems to enjoy the kiss as much as you do.

You can feel his body trembling as he still tries to keep control of his overwhelming emotions, or maybe it's because of the situation you're in.

The two of you kiss aggressively. Snow's body shakes as he fights between his desire and how much you get on his nerves. You feel how rough but passionate his kiss is.

He draws you closer and your bodies press against each other. The friction of your bodies makes you uncontrollable over the muffled whimpers you make. You feel the bulge forming in his pants rubbing against your body.

The situation seems hazy, and only fragments register in your mind. How you both enter the bathroom without stopping your hungry and clumsy kisses, and your hands work to get rid of clothes that only makes it difficult. How Coriolanus presses your body against the wall slamming his hips against yours.

All this is to express yourself and give vent to all the negative emotions you have been holding for years.

Snow's body is now almost completely controlled by his emotions. His movements seem full of hatred and at the same time passion. He just wants to express himself using his flesh to claim you as his own.

You feel as if you are on fire, your body moves and reacts according to your desires. The tension that has built up between you for years is finally released, and it all comes out as raw passion.

His fast and aggressive movements make the place where your bodies meet burn in a pleasant way, and you think to yourself that it will be a miracle if you walk normally tomorrow. His dick stretches you nicely and his movements make your inside sting slightly. It's not a problem for now. Not now when your legs are wrapped around his waist and the only sounds you can make right now are moaning and repeating his name like a mantra.

Your body trembles at how rough his movements are, but you don't care now. The most important thing for you now is to show him how much you hate him. A broken moan leaves your lips when he reaches deeper.

Coriolanus feels your legs tighten around him. He moves slower now but is more passionate and rough. He holds your hips tightly, not caring if it is uncomfortable for you. His lips move to your neck, where he bites as if he is trying to unload all the emotions you are causing you this way.

His hips buck firmly against you. Each thrust makes your body more tired and aching but at the same time, it makes the whole experience even more pleasurable. If someone told you that you would end up having sex with your biggest rival in the academy bathroom, you would laugh in that person's face. There you are, panting, with your arms around his neck when Coriolanus Snow is abusing your cunt sensitive from too much friction.

Coriolanus brings his lips closer to your ear. His warm and irregular breathing makes a shiver go through your body. "Do you like it when I claim you as mine?" He purrs, his voice still filled with desire.

"I hate you, I hate you so much," You exhale in a trembling voice that takes a lot of trouble to keep from cracking. You bite and suck at the smooth skin of his neck, leaving there dark marks. "I hate you, Coriolanus Snow."

"I hate you too," Snow says with a low growl as he continues to hold you. He bites your shoulder, leaving marks on your skin. His moans are muffled by your skin, which he touches constantly, as if afraid that at any moment you might escape and leave behind only a faint memory.

You hate him, but you enjoy him. You are pleased when he takes you as his own. You are excited when he uses your body. You feel his passion and desire through his body. You feel his raw passion and it's hard to hate him now.

"oh go to hell" You hiss and bite your lower lip to stop your moans, feeling him moving faster.

He doesn't care if he hurts you or not. All he cares about is that you belong to him right now. His hips slam against yours in an aggressive peace. The bathroom is filled with sinful noises because you don't even think about the fact that someone might come in and hear them.

"you may have already fallen in love, but with me, it's not so easy" A trembling laugh leaves your lips. You feel your head getting foggier and foggier. It's hard for you to put together a meaningful sentence, "but you're doing a good job" a loud moan leaves your mouth. you close your eyes and throw your head back "mmm my sweet toy."

He hears your moans of pleasure, and his eyes close with a smile. He has won and he knows it. Snow always lands on top. He presses you against the wall with his body even tighter. His movements become more sloppy and deeper as if he wants to bury himself inside you. His body trembles as his lips leave broken moans and whimpers.

Passion is so strong that you can almost forget about hatred. You can almost fall in love with Coriolanus Snow. Almost. But you know that what you feel now is only lust, and you know that it's all temporary.

Not him. Not the arrogant boy whose whole life is based on lies. Not that boy who doesn't care about anyone. Not that boy with a beautiful face and mesmerizing blue eyes. Not him.

You press closer to his body, almost clinging to him as a wave of pleasure sweeps over your body.

Coriolanus lets out a raspy throaty moan feeling your walls pulsate around him. His voice is low and shaky. He doesn't seem to notice anything except the way you cling to his body. He moves faster and harder, making sure he satisfies you completely.

Snow is fully immersed in feelings. He can't think clearly or rationally. He only knows that he has to claim you, that he has to satisfy his needs. He wants to feel you and make the most of the situation. All his thoughts and desires are focused on you. His hip movements speed up as he reaches the climax. He hides his face in your neck to muffle his moans. His body stiffs as he comes inside you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, while his wrapped around your waist. you cling to each other, still not making contact with the real world as your breathing slowly calms down.

What happened in that bathroom is over, they both return to reality. Snow steps back slightly and helps you stand on your own two feet. He looks at you with heavy eyes. All the emotions he had been hiding inside him had finally been released.

He has won and he knows it. He has succeeded. But what now? Was it really worth it? This is not a question for now. Coriolanus does not look far into that future with his thoughts.

You look at each other in silence. Slowly you begin to realize what you have done and now you look at each other awkwardly and somewhat panicked.

Coriolanus is the first to break the silence. His cheeks are flushed and his breathing is faster. The passion he felt a minute ago still lingers in his heart, something he tries to hide from you. He looks at you with a somewhat absent and uncertain gaze

"Do you think we should forget what just happened?" He tries to make his voice sound normal as if nothing had happened.

"Definitely." The words leave your lips before you have time to think. You stare at each other in silence for a few more moments and begin to quickly put on your clothes.

Snow is surprised at how quickly you agree with him. He needs to make sure this is the end of what just happened between the two of you, so he adds.

"If anyone asks, it never happened." He now looks at you with a somewhat panicked expression on his face.

"You don't have to tell me," you scoff, buttoning your shirt, "if you tell even one soul, I'll kill you, I swear."

Coriolanus looks at you with small amusement while fixing his jacket. "I hope you won't become obsessed with me after this."

"Maybe in your dreams," you say with a slight smile fixing the collar of his shirt. " you better be careful that you are the one who will be lost in memories of me." Before you leave the bathroom you stop in front of the mirror and fix your uniform and hair. Coriolanus smiles for a moment but then quickly clears his throat and tries to look cold.

You both come out of the bathroom, look at each other and part your lips, as if to say something to each other, but you look at each other in silence "Now everything is back to normal. We can still hate each other," you say, but this does not improve your mood at all.

"It never happened," Snow says trying to look you in the eyes, wondering if you're thinking about it too. He wonders if what he feels is real, or if it's just a moment of passion.

"Never" You agree by nodding your head. Your gaze goes down to his mouth. As you look into his eyes again without a moment's thought you move closer to him and press your lips to his in-hungry kiss. He kisses you back wrapping his arms around you to bring your body closer.

You parts away after some time and you both catch your breath for a moment after this passionate kiss. Coriolanus is completely consumed with passion and there is nothing in his mind but you.

You move away and nod to each other as if you have just made a deal and each is walking in your own direction in a much better mood.

Maybe that's not exactly what Professor Satyria meant when she said you two should come to an agreement, but it certainly worked.

[melanchoire]

writing idol x idol after FOUR YEARS i hope not to disappoint...

cw: blowjob, breeding + creampie, cunnilingus, deep throat, degradation, fingering, handjob, size kink, squirting, throat fucking.

danjangz being the lovely wife couple that the whole neighborhood loves and adores 💕 wonyoung being a businesswoman, belonging to a powerful family and her father owning several building headquarters in the country, but that doesn’t mean wonyoung isn’t hardworking! she may be the daughter of wealthy parents and ceo of one of the most important companies in the city where she lives, but she is a hard–working woman who always gives her all in the workplace

gaeul, on the other hand, is a housewife. it’s not that gaeul doesn’t want to work; in fact, she is been working since she was young! but her dear wife convinced her that the only thing she has to worry about is taking care of her daughter, although not even that, because wonyoung is the one who takes leeseo to school and picks her up 🥰 so gaeul’s only job is to clean the house and keep it spotless while the two most important things in her life are away from home, taking advantage of the fact that the house is sparkling clean and spotless so she can leave her home and do the weekly shopping! wonyoung also tends to give her extra money so she can buy something nice that she sees on the way to the supermarket or spend it on whatever she wants, wonyoung absolutely loves that her wife takes relaxing moments alone where all she does is buy herself nice clothes because wonyoung knows that she is the bitch who is lucky enough to be the owner of a woman as beautiful and charming as gaeul… wonyoung would always leave a note along with the money on the table, a piece of paper that says something like “shopping money. buy yourself something nice with the leftover money <3” and automatically a smile appears on gaeul’s face because she loves the small romantic gestures her wife makes 💕 although with the “buy yourself something nice” they both know that wonyoung is referring to the delicate and pretty lingerie sets and that gaeul usually buys when she is in the mood to surprisewonyoung

a fact of no lesser importance: they have a beautiful and intelligent little girl, leeseo 🥰 a kind and sweet girl who is in her first year of elementary school, but despite her young age, she is super gifted in school environments, always doing her homework on time and participating in class whenever she has the opportunity 🥹 she is not only a good and sweet girl with her mothers, but she is also super charming and charismatic at school, being kind and friendly to her classmates and upper–level students, she's also adored by her teachers and other school officials! what more can i say… leeseo is a girl without malice, raised by mothers who taught her values and manners since she was little and always taught her what is right and what is wrong, pampering her like the princess she is because she is a complete sweetheart who fills them with pride and has never done anything wrong in her life, and that is magnificent! gaeul and wonyoung are super proud of their daughter because they are aware that if she is already a good person and an exemplary student at a young age, as she grows up, she will become more and more excellent and will go very far in life

just as both are loving, they also have their… more passionate moments. why is this? well… it’s a long story

wonyoung usually returns from the office in the afternoon or occasionally as soon as night falls in case she had a conference that day that lasted longer than expected or has had to stay a couple of extra hours at her office to take care of some paperwork that is causing her a horrible headache or answer some job offer emails from other companies that are interested in doing business with wonyoung, the usual! when she gets home, the first thing wonyoung sees is oeeseo playing with her toys in the living room and watching some cartoon on television, or if she is very focused on her toys gaeul takes the opportunity to put the news or any channel on television to listen to while she takes care of cleaning the house and tidying up her entire home

gaeul is usually always in the kitchen, happily saying “hello love~” with her voice coming from the kitchen. wonyoung always responds with a soft nod in return, taking off her jacket and hanging it on the coat rack by the front door, taking off her heels and leaving them on the floor next to her bag, completely exhausted and worn out from a long, boring day at the office…

until gaeul appears in front of her, having a cheerful smile on her face and waiting for wonyoung to finish with her thing to give her a warm hug and a sweet welcoming kiss, just as they do every day since their wedding day 🥰 but wonyoung isn’t noticing the beautiful, bright smile her beloved wife has on her face, but rather how the apron gaeul is wearing hugs the soft curves of her body… she is not subtle about it at all, her gaze was directly on gaeul’s body instead of her face, but it’s not like that’s something that bothers wonyoung! she won’t be stealthy at all about ogling her wife because, after all, gaeul is hers

wonyoung hugging gaeul from behind while she makes dinner, clinging to her back like a backpack… gaeul is focused on talking about how she went to the supermarket and did housework, or maybe a gossip or news that a neighbor knows her during the line at the store, and wonyoung remains all the time listening attentively to her wife, nodding at her every word and responding with vague answers until she suddenly starts humping against gaeul’s ass?? gaeul, for her part, is surprised and her words are lost in the middle of the sentence because wonyoung’s action left her speechless 😭 she turns to look at wonyoung nervously, wanting to check if she really did that or maybe it’s just things her head is making up... but no! wonyoung may have a tired expression due to the tiring day she had today, but she looks at gaeul with narrowed eyes filled with desire, lowering her head and burying her face in the curve of gaeul’s neck, beginning to kiss her sensitive skin at the same time as she begins to grind her cock against her wife’s ass 😵‍💫 gaeul doesn’t want to but ends up giving in to wonyoung’s touch because it affected her in a certain way… throwing her head back and resting it on wonyoung’s shoulder as she continued kissing her neck and nibbling occasionally, pushing her hips back to rub her ass against wonyoung’s crotch, whimpering at the feel of her hard cock through her dress pants…

until gaeul remembers that they have a daughter and she is in the living room playing 😭 immediately gaeul opens her eyes wide, stepping away and trying to continue preparing dinner, saying, “we shouldn’t do this now. leeseo is here.” and wonyoung snorts because she thought she could fuck gaeul right now, but no! the opportunity was snatched from her hands, just like taking candy from a baby

wonyoung spends practically the entire time crossing her fingers for the chance to finally be alone with her wife and fuck her to pieces… she always looks for the opportunity to fuck her, even if it’s just a quickie! but gaeul always makes her reason, when deep down she wants to be bred by wonyoung all night long

UNTIL THE OPPORTUNITY FINALLY OCCURS one of leeseo’s friends and classmate organizes a sleepover for her birthday, inviting all her classmates to spend the day and then stay the night at her house, all with a camping theme, with tents and sleeping bags (all this because the girl is also part of the boy scouts because yes! leeseo does all the good in this world.) and of course wonyoung immediately wants to accept the invitation because leeseo being away from home means time alone with gaeul, and time alone with gaeul means being able to bury her cock deep inside her wife 🥰 but unfortunately, gaeul is a little hesitant about the proposal :( she doesn’t know if letting her daughter sleep in a house other than theirs is a good idea… although leeseo sometimes goes to sleep at her grandparents’ house, both gaeul’s and wonyoung’s parents’, it’s different! gaeul doesn’t really know leeseo’s friend’s family, so she is perfectly within her rights to be a little hesitant before even considering agreeing to let her daughter go to said sleepover 😤

bet wonyoung has her ways and ends up convincing gaeul! she practically begged until gaeul got fed up with her 😩

and when leeseo says goodbye to both of them, saying goodbye to both of them happily with her backpack on her back, getting into the backseat of her friend’s mother’s car, rolling down the car window to continue waving at both of them and looking so happy to be going to a sleepover with all her friends, gaeul is shocked because whenever she sees her daughter so happy, she feels like crying because it touches her sensitive heart 🥹 but i can’t say the same about wonyoung because she is just mentally praying for that woman to start the car and drive off so she can drag her wife into her house and finally do what she is been longing to do

gaeul heads to the kitchen, grabbing her apron from the kitchen rack, saying, “do you feel like having a snack? i feel like baking something delicious.” completely oblivious to the predatory gaze wonyoung was giving her as she walked behind her as they both entered the kitchen

“i want you.” wonyoung growls against gaeul’s ear, closing her hands around gaeul’s small waist and pushing her chest against her back

this ends with gaeul’s shorts along with her panties discarded on the floor somewhere in the kitchen, her sitting on the kitchen counter with her legs wide open— while wonyoung is kneeling in front of gaeul, licking her lips at the sight of her dripping pussy exposed to her gaze, looking at gaeul from under her eyelashes with a predatory and hungry look as she positions herself between her open legs

pussydrunk wonyoung 😵‍💫 wonyoung’s hands being so long and big that they can completely surround gaeul's thighs, so yeah! she uses that to her advantage, wrapping her palms around her wife’s thighs, digging her fingers into gaeul’s flesh and digging her nails into gaeul’s sensitive skin, leaving finger marks and crescents that will be present on gaeul’s thighs for days or maybe even weeks 🫠 wonyoung would look gaeul straight in the eyes as she slid her tongue all over gaeul’s dripping slit, licking from her ass to her clit in such a slow and torturous way that it drew out of gaeul the highest and sluttiest moan from her, which completely embarrassed her because it doesn't matter that they have been wives for years and before that they were girlfriends for a long time, gaeul is still somewhat shy about it because being in this position puts her in a very vulnerable place where wonyoung always looks at her with predatory eyes 🫣 wonyoung loves making the most beautiful noises out of her wife, so she decides to tease her for a while, fucking her hole with her tongue 🥰 gaeul melts completely when she feels wonyoung’s hot tongue make contact with her dripping hole and and when the tip of her nose starts to rub lightly against her swollen clit as wonyoung fucks her pussy with her tongue 😵 gaeul feels the need to move her hips against wonyoung’s face or try to hold her hair to bring her closer to her pussy, but since the beginning of their relationship she has always been somewhat shy about this topic because she doesn’t dare to do such a daring thing, so she just continues to keep her hands gripping the edge of the counter with a strength that makes her knuckles go white — although wonyoung noticing this immediately releases her grip on one of gaeul’s thighs to take one of her wrists and plant her hand on her head, indicating to her that she can pull her hair and guide her movements, and gaeul thanks her in a weak tone of voice that is drowned out by a messy moan that wonyoung more than adores 😋 and wonyoung notices that gaeul was practically begging for an orgasm, she complies! replacing her tongue with her fingers, she began to finger her wife with two long fingers and practically sinking her fingers up to the knuckles inside gaeul, deciding to flick her tongue against gaeul’s needy clit, closing her lips around the sensitive bud and occasionally nibbling on it just to make gaeul whine and turn her into a huge mess 🫨 wonyoung is an expert at fingering + gaeul is super sensitive, so it only takes a few thrusts of wonyoung’s fingers to make jets of juices shoot out of gaeul’s pussy AHHHHH wonyoung doesn’t waste even a second to bury her face deeper between gaeul’s thighs and close her mouth over her hole to swallow all her juices and waste absolutely NOTHING and gaeul’s face turns the most vibrant red possible when she sees that wonyoung's face is soaked by her juices

gaeul continuing to sit on the counter but this time she is being fucked by wonyoung YAY! gaeul having her legs resting on wonyoung’s shoulders, feeling dirty but turned on at the same time as she watched her wife’s hands wrap around her ankles and keep a tight grip on them?? gaeul is and always will be small compared to wonyoung in ANY area so it’s no surprise to anyone that wonyoung’s hands are big enough to even reach gaeul’s waist. (this usually happens when gaeul is riding wonyoung… wony loves seeing the complicated expression on gaeul’s face whenever she is on top because it always seems like she is struggling to take wonyoung’s cock completely because it's so big and thick for her that she is really trying hard to ride it and continue doing so without getting tired or giving up because of the size 😵‍💫 another thing about size kink that wonyoung loves is when gaeul is giving her head, looking so pretty on her knees and looking at wonyoung with a super cute and adorable expression as if she wasn’t literally about to suck a massive cock at any moment… ohhh wonyoung absolutely loves making eye contact with gaeul while she is sucking her off, feeling how her cock begins to release more and more exaggerated amounts of pre cum at the moment that she sees how one of gaeul’s small hands takes wonyoung’s cock but she can’t even fully surround her length + much more messy cum mess the moment gaeul slides wonyoung’s cock into her mouth, wony almost drooling at the sight of gaeul’s pretty lips surrounding her head and sliding her tongue over the tip EXTRA POINTS when gaeul starts taking more and more of her wife’s cock into her mouth, gagging because even though they’ve been together for many years, gaeul still isn’t completely used to the size 😓 but both gaeul and wonyoung love it when gaeul starts drooling on wonyoung’s cock every time she is giving her a head head, saliva starts dripping down gaeul’s chin and making a small puddle on the floor… and don’t get me started on when gaeul releases wonyoung’s cock from inside her mouth, a thick thread of saliva and cum mixed connecting from gaeul’s lips to the head of wonyoung’s cock BOTH OF THEM moan at the sight.)

and wonyoung isn’t soft or vanilla at all! come on, you have to understand her… they haven’t been able to fuck for a long time because there isn't a moment where they can be alone without their daughter or someone’s family around to bother them and ruin the moment. wonyoung is the type who would seek out and take advantage of any opportunity to try and have a quickie with gaeul when she knows that neither of them would be able to enjoy a quick fuck when they just want to spend hours and hours ruining each other ❤️ wonyoung always saying “please, love. it will be quick, i promise. no one will see us.” but gaeul is always the head of the relationship and makes wonyoung see reason even though they both know that if wonyoung begged a little more, she could easily convince gaeul and be able to bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her until she can’t take it anymore

important fact: wonyoung loves fucking gaeul and filling her pussy with cum to the brim before each outing alone before heading to said place, what do i mean? wonyoung often has business dinners with other CEOs or sometimes it’s just something more casual like an outing with coworkers, so she always takes her beloved and amazing wife with her, never wanting to leave gaeul out of her plans because she is already part of her life and wonyoung wants gaeul to always be with her 🥹 so imagine how they are both preparing for dinner in their shared room, wonyoung in the bathroom looking at herself in the mirror and fixing her outfit while gaeul is at the vanity desk in the room admiring her outfit and makeup, one of which is a beautiful short, tight dress that makes wonyoung’s head spin as soon as she steps out of the bathroom and finds her wife dressed in the most beautiful and hottest way at the same time… of course, wonyoung first approaches her wife with a smile on her face, touching her hair and telling her how beautiful she looks while admiring her body from top to bottom, all this to make gaeul smile and not see the moment coming where wonyoung makes her look in the mirror and lifts her dress over her hips in the blink of an eye! leeseo is at her grandmother’ house so wonyoung has all the freedom possible to fuck gaeul’s pussy from behind as much as she pleases, telling to gaeul “look at yourself in the mirror. look how beautiful you are.” as if she weren’t brutally hammering her cock into her wife’s pussy at a speed faster than light 🥰 gaeul obeys and keeps her eyes fixed on the mirror, admiring wonyoung who is behind her, whimpering as she sees wony throw her head back and expose her neck, giving her a view of the perfect column of her neck that leaves gaeul HUNGRY she just wants to mark wonyoung’s neck but she knows she can’t do it because they’re about to head to an important dinner, and it would be disrespectful for them to appear there in an unpresentable state… but they both get ready again before leaving! arriving at the luxurious restaurant, approaching the large table and greeting all of wonyoung’s coworkers and company employees, this as if it weren’t for the fact that wonyoung filled gaeul’s pussy with cum moments before leaving the house and heading there 🥰 gaeul rushing to greet everyone and have a little conversation because she knows that her panties won’t hold much longer holding all the cum that was filling her pussy and at any moment it could start dripping slowly down her thighs…

BACK TO THE TOPIC gaeul at this point is so lost in pleasure that she slowly begins to lose her mind that she accidentally lets out a “breed, breed, breed” as she dropped her head back and whimpered obscenely as wonyoung’s cock buried itself deliciously inside her with a specific deep thrust… wonyoung felt gaeul’s mind fade, lost in the haze of pleasure and the overwhelming feeling of being completely inseminated. her wife’s pleas turned into incoherent babble, a litany of “breed, breed, breed.” pouring from her lips swollen from kisses and bites. that sound sent a dark shiver through wonyoung, knowing she had pushed gaeul into that blissful, submissive state AND add to that the fact that wonyoung was losing her mind seeing how gaeul’s tight little pussy could perfectly take her thick cock 😵‍💫 wony really can’t understand how someone as small as gaeul manages to do these things…

“fuck, baby... you need to get impregnated again, huh? you need to feel my cum flooding this hungry little pussy? shit– let me give you another baby. do you want that? to give leeseo a little sibling? i bet becoming a big sister would make her so happy…”

and gaeul is PAPILLA she can only nod desperately, holding onto the counter tightly. just the thought of being filled with her wife's cum made her pussy throb and her walls clench around wonyoung’s cock in response to her degradation

“that’s right, my good girl... taking me so well. i will give you a big load, fill this belly until it’s round with my seed.”

"that’s it, baby... take my cock, take my cum. i’m gonna fill you up deep, fuck–... i’m gonna ruin this pussy for anyone."

WKDKAOKEOSOQEMSL wonyoung wrapping her arms around gaeul’s legs, pushing her small body against her and giving her one last brutal thrust, burying her cock deep inside gaeul, shooting big and long multiple loads of cum straight into gaeul’s womb, moaning as she felt gaeul’s pussy squirt on her cock and multiply the mess that was already made… as wonyoung withdraws from gaeul’s abused pussy, the sight of her cum mixed with female juices slowly oozing out of gaeul’s ravaged pussy was something that made wonyoung’s cock hard again and stands up happily, hitting her stomach with a thud

“shit… i’m gonna fill your pussy over and over again, baby. keep this sweet pussy full of my cum, and make sure everyone knows you’re mine. i will fuck you whenever and wherever, until my cum drips out of you non–stop…”

and it was a wonderful surprise for leeseo to return home after a fun weekend and find out the surprise that her dear mommy was pregnant and she would become an exemplary older sister 🥰