#the end gives me chills everytime

[cutemothman]

The X-Files 1.04 "Conduit"

You know when I was a kid, I had this ritual. I closed my eyes before I walked into my room, cause I thought that one day when I opened them my sister would be there. Just lying in bed, like nothing ever happened. You know I'm still walking into that room, everyday of my life.

[kissablening]

7 MINUTES OF CONFESSIONS ── ღ kim minji

ღ pairings ; non idol! kim minji x fem reader

ღ genre ; fluff

ღ summary ; you were put into a situation where you felt like it was time to tell minji about the feelings you had for her.

ღ warnings ; language , kissing , university parties , mentions of alcohol , minji likes yn’s waist alot , uses pet name baby , oh yea and kissing

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Parties weren’t your thing. You never willingly went to one, unless it was for friends or family, other than that, you weren’t really interested in them.

So what the hell were you doing here at one right now?

The answer is Kim Minji. your best friend, and roommate. Everytime she gets an invite , she almost always asks you to be her plus one. And it always ends up with her getting wasted and you having to carry her back home.

You warned her that if she got shitfaced at this party, you’d never come to a party again. She agreed, happy that youre partying with her once again.

So here you were, standing in the kitchen near the drinks beside Minji, who was chatting with one of her friends. One of her hands were occupied with her drink while the other one was chilling on your exposed waist.

You were totally focused right now. Okay, you weren’t. You kept staring off into space, blindly watching the people in front of you dance to the booming music thats playing.

You focused on the smell of fruit punch mixed with alcohol, the dimness of the kitchen, and how the lighting faded from that to purple into the living room.

The party was a vibe to say the least. Minji must’ve noticed you spacing out, lightly squeezing your waist, you flinched looking up at her. She looks down at you a smiles fondly, “Are you alright, yn?” She asks, turning her attention to you.

Confused on why she stopped her whole conversation just to ask how you were feeling, you move your head to look beside her and see that her friend isn’t there anymore. How long has her friend been gone, and how long has she been staring at you?

You answer her question with a hesitant nod. Of course Minji notices this aswell, as shes always attentive towards you for some reason.

She removes her hand from your waist, stepping infront of you, her gaze was sorta intense, you couldn’t really tell. She’d always look at you like that anyway.

“Are you sure? If you’re ready to go home just ask me, I’m not drunk at all right now.” She asks once again, pushing the loose hair that was in your face behind your ear, your cheeks heat up at the simple yet domestic action.

“Y-yea im okay.” You say looking around to avoid her eyes, “Im a little cold though, should l’ve brought a jacket or something. Was it always this cold in here.” You ramble, unaware of the smile on Minjis face, she loved when you rambled.

Catching the silence, you look up at Minji to see her taking off her hoodie she was wearing, leaving her in her simple black tee. Damn she looked so good right now.

Taking you by surprise, she puts the hoodie over your head, making sure to take you cup out of your hand first.

After she helps you with the hoodie, she puts her hands on the island behind you, caging you. She was so close to your face you could smell her coconut perfume, and feel her breath on your forehead. You were going to die.

“Um thank you, this was kind of you.” You manage to say, avoiding the intense eye contact she was giving you at the moment. You couldn’t handle it.

“You’re welcome, though why’re your cheeks so red? Are you drunk?” She questions after observing your face up close, shes never seen this much color in your cheeks before. It was seriously so cute. Unknown to her, her hot breath against your lips now was driving you crazy.

Before you could answer, someone emerges into the kitchen, it being her friend. She seen the position you two were in, raising her brow. “You two about the kiss or what?”

Obviously getting more flustered that you already was, you push Minji away from you, missing the frown that was placed on her face rather than the fond smile she just had. “Of course not. Dont say such things.” Minji replies, grabbing her cup , taking her place back beside you.

“Righttt. Well save your kisses for seven minutes in heaven! Come on, everyone’s waiting on you two.” Her friend, now known as Hanni boasts, grabbing Minjis hand, you following along. You cant lie and say this simple friendly action didn’t make you jealous.

After you three approached the living room, everyone was infact waiting for the two of you. Getting embarrassed, you clear your throat. The situation didnt get any better either.

Hanni takes the seat next to another girl leaving one seat left. Minji obviously sits there, pulling you to sit on her lap. You blush at this.

She relaxes in the seat and moves her hands underneath her hoodie you were wearing, and places them on your waist once again, making sure to move them up once and back down to relax there.

You turn around to look at her confused and she just smiles and tells you that her hands were cold. Shrugging this off, you turn back around and the first person begins to explain the rules of the game.

Basically you have to spin the bottle and whoever the bottle lands on, you have to go in the closet with them for 7 minuets. Only 7. If you don’t you take a shot.

During the game, Minji would tighten her grip around your waist, pulling you closer than you already were. She was basically cuddling you at this point.

It was finally Minjis turn to spin the bottle, you felt the warmth of her body leave as she stood up to go spin. You couldn’t lie, you were abit nervous for this because you simply can’t see her going to the closet with anyone but you.

You knew it was a stupid thought, the two of you were best friends, but you couldn’t help but want something a little more from her.

She spun the bottle, it spun for a while. Honestly it had you tiping over the edge really.

After what took ages, the bottle was done spinning and it did infact not land on you but Hanni. Not impressed with this outcome, Minjin scoffs, so does Hanni. You suppress your smile after seeing Minji grab the shot from the party host gulping it down, and wiping the excess away from her plump lips.

She hands him the glass, as he refills it she begins walking back to where you were, noticing this you quickly get up letting her get her seat back. She pulls you down again, but before she could get comfortable, you were notified that it was your turn to spin.

Everyones eyes were on you, because you never participated in the kind of games, your body stiffens.

“Fuck off, you know she doesn’t like participating in these kinds of games.” Minji says, pulling you closer to her warm body. As if someone was going to snatch you away from her.

You take in a deep breath before speaking again. “No its okay, I’ll do it.” You challenge yourself, releasing yourself from ber grip waking up to spin the bottle. You take the glass material into your soft hands, placing it on the ground, giving it a spin.

You nervously watched as the bottle spins pass Minji multiple times. It was fast, and then it progressively became slower, eventually stopping on the one and only, Minji.

Biting your lip, you look up at Minji who spreads her legs open a bit, and stands up. She walking up to you grabbing your hand, leading you into the closet. You could hear alot of oh’s and ooo’s as the both of you enter.

The two of you enter the closet, you felt like you could finally breathe again. Even though the closet was small, and you could feel Minjis hot breath on your face, you were totally okay!

Your breath hitches as she speaks, her voice more quieter than usual, “Hi.” She breathes out, instinctively grabbing your waist that she loves so much. “Hi.” You reply moving closer to her, your noses was touching at this point. Oh were you going inane.

She moves her head into the crook of your neck, breathing in, your scent. “You smell good, really good.”

“Really?” You ask wrapping your arms around her neck. She hums in response. “You smell good too.” You compliment, back. This closeness is overwhelming you.

The two of you stayed that way from awhile, eventually you moved away getting a bit hot.

“So..what should we do here?” You ask, looking up at her, but you could barely make out her face, as it was hardly any light in the closet.

Minji chuckles softly, probably staring down at you as she always does, “I dont know, you tell me, yn.”

You dont know if it was the drink you had, the tension between you two, the heat within the closet, or the situation but you suddenly felt the need to be with her more than you already were right now.

Sucking in another breath, you speak. “I..I like you.” You say hesitantly, not really sure of her reaction.

You wait for a response but never received one, so you began to speak again, “I’ve liked you for a while now, youre all I think about. Fuck. I dont know why I’m saying this, but everytime I look at you, my heart rate goes higher, shit it’s beating fast as we speak.” You ramble, “When you spun the bottle, all I could think about was what would happen if it landed on me. I was so jealous when it didn’t, I almost got up and left.”

Minji chuckles in response, pushing you back against the wall that was behind you. You gasp at this. She moves her face closer to yours, tilting her head. Her lips attached to yours, it was more of a soft kiss than a needy one.

But that quickly escalated, as you move your hands up to cup her face, her hands move under your shirt and onto your waist. You didn’t know what you were doing, you were just following Minji, you even felt her smile into the kiss.

The two of you made out for a couple of more seconds before she pulled away so the two of you could catch a breath. “I like you too, by the way.” She admits, you can feel her smile through her words. “Youre beautiful and I dont think im sane when you’re around, which is every given moment. Your lips are as soft as you, I like you too.” You smile at her words, hands moving back around her neck.

“Can I be your girlfriend yn? I to be yours so bad baby.” Minji confessed, taking you by suprise, you weren’t expecting her to ask you right away. “Yes.” You agree, reconnecting your lips with her soft, plump ones.

She smiles at this, breathing as your lips move in sync, teeth clashing against one another.

“AND THATS 7 MINUTES!! YOU CAN COME OUT NOW!!” Someone shouts, the two of you slow down the kiss, giving one last peck.

Minji makes her way out of the closet, you following behind her. Blush visibly clear on your face. You make eye contact with Hanni who smirks at the two of you, you look away from her.

Minji sits back down in her spot, pulling you with her of course. Hanni asks about the events that took place in there, but she only responds nonchalantly, telling them to fuck off and continue the game.

And thats how Kim Minji became your girlfriend that party night.

note. guys okay i KNOWWW im not the best at writing stuff like this but i wanted to try it out, id like any type of feedback btw ☺️☺️

[astraystayyh]

minho x gn!reader. hurt/comfort. reader used to feel lonely but not anymore with minho. for u my @rachalixie <333

it is a regular sunday afternoon, filled with all the chores you procrastinated for the end of the week. you're halfway through a batch of fresh laundry, when your eyes find Minho- he's fiddling with a pair of your pink socks, completely engrossed in a trashy sitcom playing on your TV. a bowl of fruit sits between you two, one he meticulously peeled because he knows you don't like the fruits' skin.

your hands go limp as you observe minho, who places your socks down before blindly grabbing one of your t-shirts. he carefully folds it in half, smoothing away its creases because he knows you like perfectly folded clothes, neat and tidy.

a lump materializes in your throat as minho quietly chuckles at the TV, your mind not on the sitcom but on the man folding laundry beside you.

in that moment, a sudden light penetrates the shadowed parts of your mind, ones you've left uncharted for too long, fearing what you'll find hiding in their darkness. instead, you discover a flourishing garden, watered by minho's attentions everytime he's near.

the realization dawns on you suddenly, yet gently, like an unexpected kiss gracing your forehead, a hand grabbing your own when you least anticipate it— you haven't felt lonely in so long.

you couldn't feel lonely on a sunday morning when minho woke with you, willingly giving up on sleep so you could make breakfast together. you couldn't feel lonely when he propped his chin on your shoulder as you scrambled the eggs on the stove, his cold hands sneaking underneath your shirt, a gentle kiss on your neck to compensate his chilling touch.

loneliesss couldn't loom in the supermarket's aisles when minho pushed the cart near you, whining when you didn't give him attention for too long. you couldn't feel lonely as minho helped you pack up the groceries into your car, before caging you against the door, planting a short, but fervent kiss on your lips.

loneliness doesn't cast its shadows on your home when minho helped you clean it, washing the dishes as you diligently swept every counter. you couldn't feel lonely when he suddenly pulled your hand before waltzing around to the soft hums escaping his lips.

loneliness is a stranger when minho folds your laundry, some pieces of his clothing sneaking into your closet. you aren't lonely when minho lives with you, throughout your extraordinary days and your most mundane, boring ones.

a sniffle leaves your lips before you can stop it, and minho's head snaps instinctively to yours, worry drawn onto his face as he furiously racks over your figure. you don't even know where the tears are coming from, but they are streaming furiously down your cheeks, showing no sign of stopping soon.

"baby," he calls out tentatively, putting the fruit bowl on the table and moving closer to you. "what's wrong?" he asks and you straddle his lap, burying your face onto the crook of his neck instead of replying.

you aren't lonely when minho pats your back, rubbing soothing motions on it from the crown of your hair down the end of your spine. you aren't lonely because minho spoke to your loneliness, gently, patiently, until he finally convinced it to desert your bones.

"i love you," you whisper against his skin and he pulls you slightly away, his hands tenderly cradling your face. "i love you. what happened?"

"it's silly and stupid," you mumble, looking down at his lap. he gently hooks a finger beneath your chin, urging you to look at him.

"nothing that makes you cry is stupid. tell me, hm?"

"you help me fold my socks," you say, lower lip slightly quivering. "and clean the house and get my groceries."

"do you not want me to?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

"no, no. i just can't believe you'd want to."

"why is that?" he inquires, gently wiping your still cascading tears.

"because those are things i used to do alone. i... i never thought I'd have someone with me, by my side, every day," you pause, tears doubling over at your impending confession. "i never thought that one day i would no longer be lonely."

minho's eyes soften incredibly, the way your heart turns into mush in his hands. he silently brings your head to his chest, your cheek pressed right above his heartbeat, and then he sways from left to right, body pressed tightly to yours.

"i'm here now. it's okay, angel, it's over," he whispers, planting a lingering kiss on the top of your head. you clutch his shirt tightly between your fists, allowing his words to permeate your being. to dust every misguided idea you held about your future.

you won't be lonely when minho loves you.

"you know i want to marry you, right? so i plan on folding your laundry for a long long time. under one rule, though."

"what?" you ask with a small voice.

"you won't cry next time i fold your clothes."

"shut up," you pinch his side playfully and he giggles before tickling you in retaliation. your laughter fills the air, quieting down the sound of your tv and simultaneously, all the ugly thoughts that once occupied your head.

[izaytiji]

ROBLOX N CHILL?! 🎮 ; BAKUGOU KATSUKI

bakugou katsuki x reader

summary: you’ve convinced bakugou to play roblox with you during your sleep over.

authors note: i haven’t proofread it and it’s more of a blurb than a fic (i wrote this when i was obsessed with roblox) also my auto caps are off and im too lazy to turn them on

“what the fuck! i lost!?” katsuki screamed at his phone seeing that he only got voted 7 stars for that round while you got first place. “kats’ try to be on theme next time.” he side eyed you before huffing as the next round was about to start. yes you somehow convinced the katsuki bakugou to play dress to impress with you, although it only took a couple of huffing and puffing from him until he agreed. the next theme was “coquette” which katsuki had no idea what it meant.

“the hell is coquette? like a chef?” you giggled and explained to him before the time ran out and he had no outfit on.

“no kats’, that’s a cook. coquette is cute pink stuff with like bows.” he thought for a moment before grunting and roaming around the game to make an outfit. you and bakugou split ways that round to make your outfits which meant you had no idea how his outfit turned out until it was time to present them. you forced bakugou to give you 5 stars when it was your turn up. at first he kept yelling “HELL NO!” or “AS IF, YOU DONT DESERVE IT.” but eventually your puppy dog eyes worked on him and he gave in. finally it was his turn up and you had to force yourself not to laugh at his totally off theme outfit. he was a flamingo with a tie on.

“kats’s this is not what i meant by pink and bow.” bakugou side eyed you with the most offended look ever. “whatever fucking ever you said pink and a flamingo is pink, bows are the same thing as ties.” he tried justifying his outfit which caused you to crack and let out a laugh.

“I DON’T WANNA PLAY ‘TIS STUPID GAME ANYMORE.” he left the game and huffed with an agitated look on his face as you kept on laughing straight at his face. “shut the hell up roblox nerd.”

you gasped offended and clutched your shirt jokingly. “well excuse me, i am not a roblox nerd”

bakugou rolled his eyes and grunted. “as if, you have matching avatars and these shirts are stupid.” you pinched his bicep and furrowed your eyebrows. “they’re not! i think it’s funny and cute” all you got as a response is his mean side eye.

“whatever, pick a different game already.” you thought for a moment as you readjusted your position on the bed to get more comfortable. “how about the mimic?” you swore you saw sweat form on bakugou’s forehead but ignored it as it was fairly hot in your dorm room so it could just be because of that.

“fine, hurry up and join it.” he grumbled before clicking ‘join game’

you two played together which of course you mad bakugou always go first. your screams would scare him and he’d end up also slightly screaming out of shock.

“it’s just a roblox game, big baby, gonna blow my ears up.” he said while fully focused on the game, trying to figure out the puzzle.

“boy please, your quirk is louder than my screams you’ll be fine.” you rolled your eyes and ended up leaving the game due to the fact that the puzzle was causing a headache for both you and bakugou.

“tch. whatever, hate this stupid game.” he threw his phone on the pillow before crashing down on his back. you looked down at him as you were perched up on your elbow.

“you say that everytime you get defeated.” you pinch his nose and laughed. bakugou raised his eyebrows and scrunched his face.

“whatever, big baby.” he pulled you in, making you lay right ontop of him. “i’m tired, goodnight. don’t move too much or else i’ll wake up.”

just like that he was out like a light. you groaned seeing the clock’s reflection on your bedside table.

“but it’s only 8 pm…”

[arijackz]

PICK A CARD: What Era Is Your Beauty From?

☯︎ “A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.” ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Disclaimer: This is a general reading, take what resonates. I am not suggesting any of these descriptions are cannon to your ancestral history, these are just how my intuition perceived, and then presented your beauty’s energy.

p1 → p2 ↙︎ p3 → p4

🂽 Pile One 🂽 (the devil, 2oC rev., ace of cups rev., 4oW, 3oC, king of swords, the tower, the world)

❖ Pile one, I feel like I’m watching the Game of Thrones out of context. Just flashes of people from around the Medieval 1400s living their day-to-day; singing, dancing, eating together, and then… not.

❖ The imagery I got when I asked what era your beauty came from, was very longing in nature. There was a lot of joy and celebration but it felt like I was watching the film through teary eyes and a heavy heart.

❖ The “movie” flashed between a thriving culture sharing tales of triumph and having happy, drunk sing-song moments together; and then those same people under a war-torn regime of a very cruel but powerful man. I sense themes of religious persecution, nationwide government-forced famine, and general desecration of the once-peaceful way of life. The population was going through collective mourning.

❖ People lamented over their unfulfillable desire to reconnect with their homeland and all of their loved ones. With the World card at the end of the spread and the Empress at the bottom of the deck, I get the clear image that your beauty is the physical embodiment of a large collective’s longing for the sanctity of their community. You invoke that feeling people get when they remember a bitter-sweet memory that hums fervor in their chest and gives them the fire they need to push forward.

❖ Your beauty comes from an era where the genuine smile and cheer of a pretty girl sparked a nation’s hope for reformation. You are the last remaining connection to long-lost celebration and the heart of a forgotten city.

How Do You Paint The Divine Image of Hope?

🂽 Pile Two 🂽 (7oC rev., 4oP rev., full moon, leo, sacral chakra)

❖ WHOOOAAaaaaa Ammberrr is the collluuhhhhh of ya enneergyyy!! WHOoaaA, shades of gaawwllddd displayyy naturraalllyyyyyy…..

❖ Just know I was HOLLERING that. This is my hippie pile. My people. Yea that’s right, I’m talking the late 1960s - early 1970s.

❖ Your beauty arose at a time when society desperately needed color (specifically seeing some of you wearing a lot of bright colors or eye-catching jewelry or hairstyles). The world was bleak and the war’s aftermath on the overall mental and emotional welfare of the general public pushed people to radical ideals and birthed a revolution centered around liberation, pleasure, and community.

❖ Your beauty is all sunshine and rainbows. Psychedelics and organic food. The best music in human history (feel free to argue with me, but know that it is going straight out the other ear, mama) and week-long outdoor festivals full of peace, love, and vulnerability with total strangers.

❖ Your beauty brushes people with the chilling winds of shameless pleasure. The taste of unadulterated personal freedom that is almost a societal taboo. Your beauty is so purely liberating.

❖ Lmao, I imagine a guitar riff going off everytime you walk into a room.

❖ You are the physical embodiment of eccentric love and vivacious rebellion.

Play That Funky Music

🂽 Pile Three 🂽 (The lovers rev., the High Priestess rev., Ace of Swords., 4oC. 7)

❖ Revolution is a running theme for all of the piles. This collective’s beauty awakens people.

❖ I’m seeing a brilliant man going mad at the lack of creative intelligence around him and pushing for societal rebirth. A complete cultural shift from the Dark Ages (pile one), to modernity. This is my Renaissance pile.

❖ You embody the mystical fusion of art, religion, architecture, and science. You are all the world’s intrinsic beauty rolled up into one figure. You are the art that attracts painters, inventors, and philosophers alike.

❖ You have the beauty of an all-around muse. You invoke the spirit of creative passion. It is like people see you and get a stroke of inspiration. Something that kicks them in the ass and tells them to go outside and create.

❖ This pile is very romantic. A classical beauty, like red roses and bottle poems. The universal innate desire to dream big.

❖ Shoutout to my Aquarians, 11th housers, and Shatabhisha natives.

The Medieval-Modern Muse

🂽 Pile Four 🂽 (king of pentacles, 2oP, 5oP rev., 9oP)

❖ OKAY PLOTWIST?? I don’t know what era this pile’s beauty is from because it’s set in the future.

❖ It’s funny how the last piles were all set in periods of revolution (putting in the WORK) and your pile, the final pile, is set in a better world full of financial stability, the end of inequality, economic fairness, and universal abundance (the fruits of the labor).

❖ Dude, I was trying to read the message at first and was just scratching my head. I was like, “When has anywhere, literally ever been this good???” Then I saw the ace of wands reversed at the bottom of the deck and saw impending change and it clicked.

❖ I also saw some star semblance, and see that your beauty is a reminder to mankind that the “impossible” is already set in motion. The hell we have created will crumble.

❖ You are a physical embodiment of society’s future triumph. You radiate wealth and fairness. My Venusians, especially Libra. You also look regal, something about you makes people want to stand taller.

❖ You got the pride card, I see that you give people the feeling of victory. You are living proof of future triumph in a better world where greed and sorrow are eradicated.

❖ You are the harbinger of the next era.

Introducing The First Titanium Man On The Moon!

[harmoonix]

🩶 Chill Aesthetic Notes 🩶

~ Only me and the ocean ~

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🩶 - Libra Sun/Moon/Rising are having good aesthetic eyes for fashion, Ariana Grande has an Libra Moon and her style is ethereal I love her energy and i love all the Libra Moons who are reading this post 🩶

🩶 - Moon sextile/trine/conjunct Jupiter has an imense amount of intuition and spirituality and is also one of the most beneficial aspects for the moon 🩶

🩶 - Venus square/opposition/conjunct Chiron can end up as the person who always want to find love but ends up heartbroken, in a way is always hard for you to find real love and to feel love 🩶

🩶 - Ascendant trine/sextile/conjunct Venus always felt like having an very good style and aesthetic, someone who looks very lovely 🩶

🩶 - Lilith opposite/square/conjunct Sun are extremely rebellious and HATE it when someone tells them what to do, they don't like when people do these things to them 🩶

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🩶 - 3rd house or 2nd house ruller in the 1st house can indicate having singing abilities or just an gift related to music/speaking/singing 🩶

🩶 - Venus in Aquarius degrees (11°, 23°) can find their love partners in their friend group or someone who might be in their friend circle 🩶

🩶 - Venus in Cancer Degrees (4°, 16°, 28°) can get an very lovely and supportive spouse, someone who might keep them as an safe spot🩶

🩶 - Venus in Taurus Degrees (2°, 14°, 26°) can find their love partners as being very grounding and connected deeply people, someone who loves to keep everything with love and respect 🩶

🩶 - Venus in Virgo Degrees (6°, 18°) can get very supportive and loyal spouses, just wait for the right partner to come and not rush into toxic relationships, your spouse can aswell be like a teacher for you and to teach you new things

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🩶 - Venus in Scorpio/in Scorpio degrees (8°,20°)/Venus in the 8th house look ethereal in black clothes, it fits them completely, their partners can be extremely protective of them and possesive 🩶

🩶 - Sagittarius Venus/Venus in Sag degrees (9°, 21°)/Venus in the 9th house on the other hand looks amazing in purple clothes, purple is a lovely color for these placements 🩶.

🩶 - Ascendant - Moon aspects = AGAIN, I love these, I love them at my fullest and deepest feelings, they are just magnificent people to have around 🩶

🩶 - Sun square Moon aspecting benefits is that they can understand all the moods someone can go through, is that they can understand these mood changes 🩶

🩶 - Moon square/opposite North Node needs to balance their emotions and to understand that having some different emotions is perfectly fine and normal because you are a human afterall 🩶

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🩶 - Aquarius/Pisces and Uranus/Neptune Influence in your big 3 (Sun, Moon, Rising) gives beautiful eyes to the native, did you ever met people who told you about your eyes? 🩶

🩶 - Cancer/Taurus Sun/Moon/Rising have adorable face features, mostly the eyes because they can have doe eyes (search on internet for pictures 🥰) they are adorable (GIVING BAMBIE 🦌)

🩶 - Jupiter trine/sextile/conjunct Venus gives an good romantic life to the native, romantism, sensuality, love, bounding and good relationships (Harsh aspects can struggle with those things)

🩶 - Everytime I check someone's chart and I see that they have an air moon I always have the feeling they love music and art 🎨

🩶 - Virgo Moons are actually so lovely..I see so many nasty things being written about Virgo Moons and GURL WHAT? That type of delulu is not that healthy but VIRGO moons are adorable and friendly and also very supportive natives 🥰

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🩶 - Saw someone saying having 12th house placements is bad and GURL that's so sad to say, a lot of people forgot that 12th house is also the house of unfinished karma so people with 12th house placements are very strong (esp Sun, Moon or Mars and Neptune in the 12th house) 🩶

🩶 - Checking someone's chart and i see a Water Venus, instantly I think that they have a deep love and an deep desire for finding real love without getting hurt because that can ruin them 🩶

🩶 - Venus aspecting Pluto aspects are so hot and irresistible, this is an top placements for being HOT, but can make the native posesive and jealous aswell 🩶

🩶 - Saturn aspecting the Moon can have an very sensitive soul inside and an protective shield outside, they won't let you know you hurt them but they will always remember everything 🩶

🩶 - Saturn aspecting Chiron is indeed an very heavy placement to have in your birth chart, indicates an open wound to your karma, father, past life and restrictions, this wound heals slower but once it heals it becomes powerful 🩶

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🩶 - Venus in Gemini/Sagittarius are getting so much hate and for what? Like girlie Venus loves being in these signs and feels great, Venus in Sag is looking for freedom while Venus in Gemini is looking for fun and socialization.. side eye to the haters 🩶(Not even side eye, BLANK stare is better)

🩶 - Aries in big 6 (Sun, Moon or Rising, Venus,Mars, Mercury) is so intense to have but aswell something precious because Aries being the 1st sign in the horoscope is hard to catch it (mostly rising) but they are so protective, so dominant so brave..I love them 🩶

🩶 - Check your favorite artist/celebrity birth chart to see what placements you have in common because that's usually the reason why you like this specific person that much 🩶🥰 (For example I like Nicki Minaj and her chart has big Sag/Aqua influence and mines aswell so I get along with her music, style, personality etc..)

🩶 - In my opinion Lilith in water/earth signs have an special connection to earth and spiritually while Lilith in fire/air signs focus more on the physical things the earth has and the Intensity they bring with it 🩶 [h12] Lilith

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🩶 - Asteroid Lilith (1181) represents the sexuality more than other Lilith placements because is the inner side of your soul and your desires 🩶

🩶 - Cancer/Capricorn suns/moons/risings being so sassy and attract people so easily they are sister signs and it makes sense for them to be so attractive 😍🤌🏼

🩶 - Moon aspecting Pluto should listen more to their intuition because is very strong and well detailed, whenever you have hard feelings just listen to your intuition to guide you on your right path 🩶

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🩶☁️ How is everyone doing?🩶☁️ We already entered in August and I can feel summer wants to leave already but still appreciating the moments 🥰 here you have this beautiful made astro post for you all 🥰🩶

🩶🥰 Have an amazing day for everyone who is reading my notes 🥰🩶Take care of your loved ones and enjoy the moments with them 🩶🥰

🩶 Much love and light energy for everyone who's reading my notes 🩶

[disgustingtwitches]

MDNI

"I want you to destroy me so I'll feel better"

Convincing Simon "Ghost" Riley to try something new. Well...not new for either of you, but a first for your relationship.

CW: name calling, degradation, violent choking (all consensual)

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

"You like what?"

Simon stands in front of you, hands in his hoodie pocket.

"I like being choked...until I pass out."

You repeat slowly. You know it was fucked up. You know it was bad. Everytime you did it you could feel your braincells dying. You sit on your hands at the edge of the bed. There's a moment of silence as he stares down at you.

"No."

He gives you that signature cold look of his: reserved for when you're in an argument you can't win. Or one he doesn't want you to win. 'You know this is useless. Give up. Quit while you're ahead.' It's like his voice was in your head.

"Are you afraid you're gonna hurt me?"

You always get your way at the end of the day. You knew it. He knew it.

"It's a stupid idea. Best to get that out of your head. Now."

He adjusts his mask before walking off.

"Please?"

You hug him from behind while he cooks eggs.

"No."

"Please?"

You wrap your arms his neck and lie on top of him while watching TV.

"No. Stop asking."

"Please?"

You're in bed when he goes to turn off the lights.

"..."

He resorts to ignoring you. You're getting closer to cracking him.

It goes on like this for two weeks. Usually he gives in by now, but you're making progress. Instead of engaging, he just leaves the room now.

"How did you even find out you liked that?"

He doesn't look at you while he spoons cereal into his mouth, mask rolled up just enough.

"I think it's something about an abusive ex choking me."

You take a bite of your cereal.

"Something about 'reclaiming your power after past traumas'. At least that's what my therapist said. Not sure if I believe that, but I can't think of any other reason I like it."

You shrug as you chew.

"Hm."

He keeps eating.

Breakfast is silent after that. You always get your way at the end of the day. You knew it. He knew it.

"Can't believe I'm doing this..."

He mumbles, kneeling over you while you lie on the floor.

"C'mon you've done this dozens of times."

You smile up at him.

"That's different and you know that."

He looks down at you, slightly disappointed.

"Sorry."

"It's fine..."

It's quiet. He shifts and the floorboards creak.

"So just until I pass out, then you can stop. I'll wake right up after."

You rub your hands on his knees.

"Mhm. Tap out whenever you want."

His gaze is intense, like he was fighting with himself. He places a hand on your neck gently.

"Can you be a little mean?"

Your heart races.

"Fucks sake, choking ain't enough for you?"

He wraps the other hand around your throat lightly.

"Would it be fucked up if I fought back?"

You flash a cheeky smirk.

"Don't do that."

He rubs his thumbs against your skin.

"Ok. Ready."

You take a deep breath and relax. He clears his throat and puts some pressure on your neck. You nod, looking up at him.

"Hm."

He applies more pressure until you can barely breathe. You take shallow breaths and close your eyes. His grip gets tighter. You can't inhale. You shift your hips under his.

"Don't. Move."

His words send a chill up your spine. He never used this tone with you before. It was terrifying. You try to swallow nervously. The last few exhales you have leave your lungs.

"Look at me."

You keep your eyes closed, a few rough taps to your face snap them open. His eyes are glossed over and dark, a frenzied shark. You find it in your chest to whimper.

"Shut the fuck up."

His hands wrap around you harder. It's starting to hurt. You lift your hands to grab his wrists. He gives a solid shake, banging your head on the floor and making you see stars. He leans down, pressing his masked mouth to your ear.

"Told you. Don't. Move."

Your lips opened and closed like a fish out of water. Swallowing became impossible. Your eyes watered, you could feel Simon's hands shaking. Then, darkness. It's quiet, peaceful, only lasts less than a second. And just like that, you're conscious. A delicious head rush and breath of fresh air leaves a goofy smile on your face.

"Unbelievable..."

Simon shakes his head, leans back on his knees, and huffs. You stare at the ceiling for a moment, catching your breath. Simon scoots back and you watch as he adjusts himself.

"Have fun?"

You tease. Before you can rag on him more, he yanks both your bottoms off and sits you right on his hard dick.

"Fuckin hell. You really do like that shit, huh?"

He grips your ass and glides you up and down as your dripping wetness clamps down on him. You're already drooling from the sensation of him parting you wide open so easily. You always get your way at the end of the day. You knew it. He knew it.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hello can i ask a part 3 of crazy for you where you know about his dark tendencies but you can't and he won't let you leave him because your already pregnant (i know it takes time to figure out if your pregnant but let's just say Lando has a great sperm 🤭 and it's many weeks later) thanks 🫶

Crazy For The Three Of Us || LN4

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, gaslighting, dub/con, dark themes WC: 2k F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four (final)

It took Lando another couple of weeks to finally get you to move in with him, not that you spent much time apart. You practically lived together but shared the time between your apartments next door. His argument made sense in the end, there really was no need to be paying rent when you could move in with him. So, you handed in your notice and moved your belongings into his place.

“Did this really need to be boxed up to move ten metres down the hall?” Lando teased as he opened the last box and tipped it out. 

“Probably not,” you giggled as you helped fold the clothes and put them away. “What are we having for dinner?”

“Fridge is a bit empty, want takeaway or to go shopping?” You would always choose a home cooked meal and he knew it as he grabbed a hoodie and his keys. “Come on then, love.”

Determined to make the grocery run go faster, you sent Lando off to the chilled foods with his list and you made your way down the dried goods aisles. A familiar face stood in front of the sauces and you skipped up to him, touching his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey Luke, how have you been? I haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“Hey,” he said weakly. He seemed wary as he took a step back, his eyes finding Lando as he walked down the aisle with a shopping trolley. “That’s probably for the best. I should get going.”

You frowned at his quickly retreating figure and wondered what you had done to offend him. It wasn’t like you had seen him anytime recently. Everytime plans were tried to line up, there was something already organised with Lando. Turning your back on him you saw Lando’s jaw clench as he stared at Luke’s back too.

“What’s that?” you asked as you nodded to his hands, his eyes softening as he broke away from his intense stare.

“I picked you up a test, love.” Lando held the little blue box up and shook it. “You’re a few days late.”

“How would you even know that?” You laughed as you took the box and started to place it on a random shelf you passed. “You wear condoms anyway, so stop being stupid.”

“Yeah, except when you practically raped me on the couch,” he snorted. “Please, Lando, just fuck me. You didn’t even give me a chance to get one.”

You stumbled and if you didn’t have a hand on the trolley you probably would have face planted on the vinyl floor. “No, tell me you’re joking, right?”

“Why would I joke about that?” He grabbed the test back and dropped it into the trolley as he continued on his way.

You rushed to catch up with him and grabbed his forearm. “Why are you not freaking out?”

“Why would I?” he asked calmly, his head tilting to the side as he saw the fear in your eyes. “I love you, we live together. Is it not the next step?”

“No, it’s not,” you corrected. “There’s a million steps between those things. There’s enjoying life, getting to know each other, getting married. I don’t even know if I want kids!”

He smiled and grabbed the back of your head to pull you into a crushing kiss. “You said kids, plural.”

“Lando, I’m trying to be calm right now. Please don’t make this worse.” You turned and stormed your way to the checkouts, tapping your foot impatiently as each item was scanned but it was the little blue box you kept your eyes fixed on. “It’s probably nothing anyway,” you muttered under your breath as you tried not to freak out. “It was one time.”

You couldn’t breathe as you stared at the little window that very clearly stated PREGNANT. It even had the audacity to tell you that you were 3-4 weeks along.

“It’s wrong, buy another one,” you said to Lando as you tossed the test in the trash.

He grabbed it out and stared at it, a little perplexed that it didn’t just have two little lines. “What do you mean?”

“Unless you can time travel, the test is wrong,” you growled as you ripped it from his hands and threw it back in the bin. “We had sex on your couch when I called in sick two weeks ago, so how can I be that far along? It’s faulty, go and buy another one.”

You gave him a push to the door before sinking onto the couch and dropping your head in your hands. You bolted back upright and narrowed your eyes at the seat, giving it a kick before heading to the kitchen instead. “Stupid fucking couch.”

By the time Lando returned, his hoodie pocket filled with half a dozen other brands of tests, you had cooked dinner and dessert and started baking some bread rolls for lunches as well. You kept your hands busy so you could distract yourself and it had worked until he dropped the boxes on the bench.

“There weren’t any more of those fancy ones but I got these,” he explained as he opened the boxes and pulled the tests out. “Have you drunk any water?”

You waved your empty bottle as you swiped them up and stalked back off to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“Baby, open up,” Lando said with a knock. “Let me in.”

“Just…give me a few minutes,” you begged as you sat on the toilet. “Please.”

“Okay, I’ll be out here when you’re ready.”

You heard his footsteps retreat and sighed as you closed your eyes to pray to anyone that would listen. “Please, please, please…”

Your prayers weren’t answered as every single test highlighted the reality of the situation. You were pregnant. You were pregnant. “Fuck.”

The alarm on your new phone blared that the baking was done and it spurred you to wash your hands and leave the room. You walked into the kitchen, feeling Lando’s eyes in you as you opened the oven and pulled out the tray from the oven. You didn’t feel the heat of the tray but Lando’s shout cut through the noise in your head before the pain flared on your palm. The tray clattered to the floor and you froze amongst the mess.

“Baby,” Lando whined as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the sink. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I-I-I’m pregnant,” you whispered, still in a state of confusion as you stared at the ruined bread rolls. “I have a fucking bun in the oven.”

You were still in denial even as you watched the pulsing blob on the screen in front of you. Lando knew plenty of people around the city with his high profile and he had been able to get you a fast tracked appointment with an Obstetrician. You almost wished he would slow down but going fast was all he knew. 

“Woah,” he breathed as the doctor pointed to the dot.

“That’s it’s heartbeat, fast and strong. I would say from the measurements we are looking at just over 5 weeks gestation.” 

“Five! No, that can’t be right.”

“The measurements don’t lie,” he shrugged as he waved the wand to another angle to take a few more still shots. “But we go by your last known period, not the actual conception date if that helps.”

It didn’t. The dates still didn’t add up in your mind and you numbly accepted the print outs of the photos as you sat up. 

“We will have another scan at 12 weeks-”

You zoned out as you stared at the blob, no, not a blob - a baby, your baby. Your thumb stroked over the image and you tried to imagine how in less than eight months it would be a human being that you would be responsible for. A wet splotch landed on the paper and you gasped as you rushed to brush the teardrop away. “Shit,” you sniffled as you accepted the tissue Lando grabbed for you. 

“You’re going to be a great mother,” he said softly, taking the pictures away before you could ruin them further. “I can’t wait to tell our parents.”

You had barely been able to think about how you were reacting to the news but now you had to think about your parents as well. You had only ever briefly spoken to his parents and that was when they video called him on Christmas Day. The thought of telling them and your parents was almost enough to make you sick, and not the queasy kind you had felt waking each morning recently.

“Don’t you think we should wait?” you whispered as you sat in the passenger seat on the drive back to the apartment. “Most people wait until 12 weeks in case something happens.”

“You’re going to have the best care money can buy, baby, nothing’s going to happen.”

‘I thought we raised you better than that,’ your mother had sighed. ‘Unprotected sex is not an accident.’

‘What your mother means to say is, if you two are happy then we are happy for you,’ your father said as he placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder. ‘You are happy, right?’

Lando’s hand had warmed your leg as he ran his palm over your jeans, giving it a soft squeeze when you didn’t answer. “Uh, yeah, dad, I’m happy. It was just a shock is all. I think my brain is still trying to catch up with everything.”

You could hear the disappointment in your parent’s lacklustre congratulations before they bid you a goodnight. It weighed heavily on you as the video call ended and Lando slammed the lid of his laptop shut. His parents had been far more accepting of the information, but it wasn’t their first time being grandparents so it wasn’t such a change.

Lando went to the kitchen and boiled the kettle for your evening tea and you screwed up your face as he opened the new jar. “Can’t I have the chamomile? That one tastes better.”

As soon as the pregnancy test had come back positive he had thrown the sleep tea out, claiming it said it wasn’t suitable for pregnancy. It seemed absurd, but Lando wasn’t taking his chances and you were kind of endeared by how seriously he was taking his role as father-to-be.

“Come to bed with me,” you said as you slipped your arms around his waist while the tea steeped. His cologne made your mouth water and you buried your face in the back of this hoodie as you hugged him tighter. “These hormones are driving me crazy.”

The tea was forgotten as he turned and caught your chin in his warm hands, tipping your face back so he could claim your lips. “Crazy, huh?” he teased, taking a step and forcing you back until you were walking blindly to the bedroom. “I like it when you get a little crazy.”

Your knees hit the bed and you fell back amongst the blankets as he eyed you up hungrily. Need simmered in your core as he popped the button on your jeans and dragged them down your legs. Crawling up the bed, he groaned at the sight of your ass in the air and chuckled when you opened the bedside drawer. 

“Where’s the- oh- I guess we don’t need them now,” you chuckled as you found the condom box missing. “Guess there is one perk to this accident.”

Lando flipped you onto his back and you found he had already thrown his clothes off in eagerness. “There are no accidents, love, just miracles.”

Click here for the final part.

[scented-morker]

Enhypen when you’re their Bite Me dance partner

Idol!enha x background dancer reader (they’re female, but I didn’t use any pronouns so can be read as gn) 945 words. ⚠️PSA: just bc idols interact with the other gender doesn’t mean it’s romantic and I am in no way trying to imply that!! This is fanfiction and shouldn’t be taken too seriously!! ⚠️

Heeseung

No because when you first meet him he seems so calm and polite and you’re like “wow this is gonna work out so well”

Because even tho he’s super hot (hello?) He’s not trying to use it on you

But we’re all very familiar with the switch up when he starts performing

suddenly he’s smirking and holding eye contact and just 😳

You feel like you might need to go take a lap and cool off

HAVE YOU SEEN THAT PART IN THE SECOND VERSE WHERE LIKE HE GRABS HIS DANCERS HANDS DOWN HIS CHEST??? (1:39 in the 230602 mubank performance 🫣)

He chills out eventually but the first time he literally made you run your hands down his chest 🫠🫠🫠

“You know you can touch me right?”

He notices your hesitant movements and literally grabs your hands to put them on his neck 🥵

“See that wasn’t so hard was it?” bark bark bark bark bark

Jay

Literally SO respectful

When you guys meet for the first time he goes out of his way to get to know you because he doesn’t want it to be awkward when you start dancing

He keeps it up later too, he always asks “is this okay?” before putting his hands on your back or anything (even when you’ve run the song fifty times)

Every time you come back on stage he gives you a little wink 🫠

And everytime you do the like dip/lean back thing he makes silly faces at you when you come back up 😭

So all the fancams are trying to figure out why you’re laughing in the middle of the dance 😔

Jake

Okay because he’s a flirt and he knows that he should keep it professional with you but you’re just so pretty 🥹 he can’t help it

You notice how he always seems to be touching you a little longer than everyone else

Like Jake the choreographer stopped everyone five minutes ago why are you still holding on 🤨

Always acts like he’s gonna drop you when you lean back in that one part (I hope you know what I’m talking about)

Like he’ll have his hands on your waist and then let go just to watch you drop and then catch you again

(He thinks your angry face is cute when the song ends and you smack him for it)

Bites his lip EVERYTIME on the part where you touch his chin 🫣

Sunghoon

He’s so awkward I’m sorry 😭😭

Like you’re ready to start dancing and make your choreographer proud but he’s really making it hard

You can tell he doesn’t love the idea of touching you (rude 😐) so you try to go a little easier on him

You just lay your hands on him instead of grabbing or anything, and you don’t lean as far back bc he’s not actually holding your waist he’s just putting his hand in front of it 😭

But then the choreographer yells at him because he’s gonna end up dropping you so he has to actually touch you

“Uh is this okay? Where- where should I?”

You try not to laugh at his bashfulness, grabbing his hand and putting it on your waist

“You have to support my back right here okay? Don’t let me fall.”

BUT HES THE ONE WHO FELL (for you) 🤭🤪🤩

Sunoo

Literally made you feel instantly comfortable, he has the least threatening aura ever

He was all “hi! I’m sunoo!! I can’t wait to dance with you 🥰😁”

And you were like ☺️

At one point when you guys had marked it a few times, not actually doing the partner stuff you looked at him and went “are you sure you can hold me up?”

It’s not like he had to hold all of your body weight but like dang you needed some support ya know, and he just moved so gently that you were a little suspicious

This offended him immensely of course, and he picked you up right then and there

Just threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

“Yeah, I’ll be okay”

okayyyyyyyyyy 🥵

Jungwon

Slow burn x100 bc he’s a responsible and professional leader 👏

He asked Niki about how to better dance with a partner because he didn’t have any experience with it and wants to make sure he does a good job 🥹 (my baby)

He is DETERMINED to make this choreography perfect, and is not afraid to correct you

“Make sure you actually touch my chest when you do that, it doesn’t look as good when you just pretend.”

Okay Jungwon 🤭 I’m sure that’s why 🤭

When he starts really performing with facials and everything you’re literally losing it 😭

Like face burning bright red, what happened to the cute guy you were dancing with for the last month why is he staring into your soul mid dance

One time he touched your knee while you did the like drag up by their chin move and you literally had to take a walk

Riki

He knows what he’s doing okay?

Like I said previously, he’s the only one with experience in partner dancing

So you were worried at first that he’d be shy because you knew he was the youngest one

But then the first time you ran the song together he grabbed your waist and dropped you so low your ponytail wiped the floor 😭😭

He makes SO MUCH eye contact you literally are on the verge of combusting

When the boys point it out he says it’s because he has to watch you to make sure you don’t need anything because that’s what good observant partners do (boys a liarrr)

Since you’re one of the ones that has to start on the ground he always put his jacket on the ground during practice so you wouldn’t hurt your back/shoulders 😭😭

[themultifanshipper]

Oscar was giddy with excitement. Lando was going commando under his ugly senna inspired race suit, and he kept reajusting himself to hide the fact he was half-hard at the prospect of what was waiting for him when the day was over.

Inspired by this whole mess

Warnings: pain kink, lil bit of subspace if you squint? They're unhinged abt each other guys idk what more to say

Oscar was also hard, but he had the advantage of the waistband of his boxers to tuck himself into.

This was the deal: if Lando didn't wear underwear for media day, he would get a reward that night for being a good boy.

This was the problem: Lando was getting quite chafed because of the rough material and he was already struggling, half way through the day. So Oscar took him to his drivers room and got on his knees, lotion at the ready, and sucked him off for his troubles.

Once back out there, in front of everyone, it took Lando less than 20 minutes to get hard again. He got off on the pain and thrill of it all. The anticipation killing him, knowing his reward was worth it.

Oscar kept looking at him heatedly from wherever he was talking to sponsors, and whenever they brushed against each other it would send a chill up their spines, both of them incredibly riled up by the end of the day.

And it didn't help that Lando was technically wearing Australia's national colours.

The last hour was the worst. Lando was quietly whimpering to himself everytime he moved, and even Oscar's reassuring hand rubbing his back wasn't enough to soothe him.

Unfortunately for both of them the pain turned Lando on, and seing him in pain turned Oscar on.

They were a bit sick like that.

"Colour?" Oscar would ask.

"Green" Lando whined, every single time.

By the time they could finally leave, Lando was leaning heavily on Oscar, and he almost had to carry him to the car that would take them to Lando's.

Once inside, Oscar wasted no time stripping Lando of his suit, the cold air on the raw skin making the older man hiss and moan in relief.

Oscar carried Lando to the bed, grabbing some lube and aloe cream on the way, and set him down on the bed. He lifted Lando's legs to expose him, cheeks red and burning.

He gently rubbed the cream into Lando's flesh and the sting made the man writhe in pain, but also impossibly harder.

"Please Oscar, just fuck me, I need it"

Oscar grinned at him, he was so hard he was leaking onto Lando's thigh.

"Okay baby, I've got you now, just give me a minute to open you up"

He started out with one finger, making Lando whine, then two, while his other hand kept rubbing cream over the crease of his thighs.

Lando was so hard it hurt and he was slowly going mad as Oscar opened him up.

When he was finally ready, crying slightly from being denied so long, Oscar lined himself up and pushed in slowly, inch by inch until he was fully inside. Lando was completely out of it, whining and babbling nonsense as Oscar slowly rocked in and out of him, tears were staining Lando's cheeks which just served to drive Oscar a little bit mad. Neither of them were going to last long. So Oscar put his cream covered hand around Lando's cock, and the other around his neck, the flash of pain making Lando come instanly with a wanton moan, Oscar finishing inside him seconds later.

"Are you okay Lando?"

Lando was incapable of speech so he grabbed Oscar's hand and squeezed twice.

Oscar quickly cleaned them up, reapplied cream everywhere, Lando's cock making a valiant effort to get hard again, and settled him under the covers.

As he slid into bed and scrolled his phone for a bit. A hand came up and settled on his arm, a small "I love you, Osc" coming from the lump in the bed next to him. He squeezed the hand and replied "I love you too Lan"

[fairyyobrien]

Avoided Love

Heya this will be my first Stiles imagine. Hopefully it doesn’t suck lol. If y’all like it please reblog it or give me a follow or not. If anyone wants to request an idea please feel more than welcome to! Anywaysss…

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(This takes place in Season 3b. Void Stiles x reader) *no major warnings just be prepared to be turned on by badass stiles* (make out sesh)

You wake up to a loud thump next to your bed. You rub your eyes and quickly sit up. Turning your head you notice a familiar face.. “stiles” you whisper.

“Hello love” he leans down and caresses your cheek in his hand. “What the hell are you doing here.. it’s 3:30” you look up at the time on your clock. You glance back at him examining his features.. he looks off, dark bags circle under his eyes.. his skin is extra pale and his amber eyes are a darker shade than usual even under the fluorescent lamp on your nightstand.

“You really are a beautiful little thing” he says moving a strand of your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. Your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink. You had always had feelings for Stiles since you’ve known him, which had been since you two were in the 6th grade. You never acted on it because he seemed to always been drawn to Lydia Martin.. what you didn’t know was that he was drawn to you more.

“W-what.. are you feeling okay Stiles?” you ask trying to ignore the words that just rolled off his tongue. You felt like you were dreaming, on cloud 9.

“I feel… insatiable” he whispered leaning even closer now, you swore you felt a chill run down your spine. “I want to kiss you” he whispered again pulling you out of your thoughts. “Let me kiss you love..” he cups your face with both hands looking deep into your eyes. “O-okay” you whisper leaning in. He smirks. His lips are soft but the kiss feels a bit rough. He moves past your lips to your cheek, then to your jaw, then down to your neck. At this point his kisses have gotten rougher. You moan in response and he smirks against your skin once again. Your hands run through his hair while he kisses down to your chest.

You both stop dead in your tracks when you get a phone call. You quickly pick up the phone “sorry it’s just Scott..” you whisper. You pick it up slightly worried and confused. You’re now standing up at the end of your bed. “Hey. Is everything okay..?” you whisper slightly panicking just like you do everytime one of the pack members called you at this hour.

“Y/N are you alone right now”

“please tell me you’re alone” he panics. “U-um no stiles is here..” you look up at him. He’s staring right back at you smirking for the third time.

“Okay Y/N you need to get away from him. That’s not Stiles! He’s possessed by an evil spirit. I will explain everything once I get there. Just whatever you do Y/N be careful and don’t let him trick you. I’ll be there as soon as I can” He quickly hangs up and you turn around, the familiar face gone out of sight.

You sit at the edge of your bed confused and frightened. You shake and touch your lips, they feel dry and ice cold. You just made out with stiles for the first time.. except it wasn’t really stiles.

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Sorry if this was short but I’m honestly proud of it! Let me know if y’all want me to make a second part I kinda feel like it needs one.

[dolicekiss]

Hi,

could you write a one-shot, where fem reader,a friend of Alana and Will, meets Hannibal, but doesn‘t really trust and thinks something is off about him.She is concerened about her friend‘s safety, but also feels this pull to him? (With smut?)

♡: its givin enemies to lovers fr

Wild entanglement

PAIRING: Hannibal Lecter X fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING: SMUT (18+, mdni please), enemies to lovers (a little), tension, unprotected sex, forced kissing, mention of little blood, fingering, foreplay, hair pulling, praise kink, public sex, dominant hannibal.

SYNOPSIS: When Alana and Will introduced you to their friend, Hannibal Lecter, let's just say your senses heightened in the male's presence and you caught a whiff of the danger he was. With nothing to prove your words and feeling, you decided to keep your distance but stayed worried for your friend. Hannibal on the other hand grows more and more curious about you and asks Alana to bring you to the opera.

The first time you met Hannibal Lecter, the alarms went haywire in your mind.

He was not a good person. You could already feel it absorb into your bones but you had nothing against him.

When he'd touched your hand to shake it, chills danced down your spine. The feeling was foreign — something you couldn't quite put your finger on. There was uneasiness in the pit of your stomach but why? You had no idea. You'd try to speak about it with Will and Alana but they shrugged you off.

You'd attempted to console yourself. If two behavior analysts could not catch onto the evidently bad vibes you got from the man, then maybe it was in your head. It was only worry for your friends.

It had to be.

But everytime you crossed paths with Hannibal, your uneasiness consumed you. It did not rest.

And it didn't allow you to rest either.

Distancing yourself from him, putting an abrupt end to conversations, disarray decorating your face now and then. Hannibal picked up on it, so did Will and Alana. They couldn't understand why you disliked the charming man so much.

But you knew something was wrong.

Beneath the facade for witt and charm lurked something dangerous, something dark and evil.

Despite your wearisome behavior, Hannibal had asked Alana to bring you along to the opera house. At first, you declined and were not up for it, hoping that both your friends would leave you alone but they simply couldn't. Will and Alana both wished to see you get along with Hannibal, so that there won't be any tension when the four of you spend time together.

Alana had forced you into a sultry long dress made of silk, hung by two thin straps over your shoulders. Hair put up in a messy bun with a sharp clip. Paired with the dress were heels and you felt like some doll when Alana was done playing dress up with you.

“Cheer up. Try giving him a chance, he's a good person.” Alana said but your heart did not agree with her.

You ignored her attempt to warm up your heart to Hannibal. The drive to the opera house was short but upon arriving, you both were met with Will and Hannibal. Dressed in black tuxedos, hair slicked back and lips carrying smiles.

You'd never been to an opera house before and deep down were looking forward to the performance, excitement brewing inside you.

“You ladies look absolutely lovely.” Hannibal complimented you both, but his gaze was piercing through you like a vicious stab of a needle.

You nearly snarled at him. Dislike for him pouring out in your expressions and Hannibal found that completely captivating. The only woman who couldn't fall prey to his ensnaring charms. You were adamant and stood your ground.

And extremely smart too.

To be able to see right through his calm and neutral facade.

“We know.” You responded, bitterly and walking ahead into the opera house with Will.

Alana shot Hannibal an apologetic look but he only smiled. “I don't understand her distaste for me. Have I done something to offend her?”

Alana only shrugged. “I have no idea,”

Hannibal offered her his elbow and she took it, entering together in the premises. You caught a glimpse of them and didn't like how he stood close to your friend, wasn't fond of how he had them both wrapped around his finger. There was something off putting about Hannibal and you were going to find out.

“Relax.” Will whispered into your ear, leading you to your seat.

You released a tender sigh, shoulders finally slumping. Long gone was the uprightness of your posture from being in Hannibal Lecter’s presence. “You don't get this very eerie vibe from him, Will? Or am I the only one going insane over the safety of my friends?”

Both were genuine questions.

Was your brain playing mind games on you or was it only warning you against the danger lurking beneath Hannibal’s beautifully decorated mask.

He pressed his hand over your back. “It is your mind. I understand you're worried about us but Hannibal has never proved to be harmful towards me or Alana.”

You let out a frustrated sigh.

They were blinded.

By his charm which worked as a soothing balm over their minds meanwhile it only heightened your curiosity and apprehension.

Alana and Hannibal also settled right next to you, Hannibal your right and Will to your left.

You didn't like how he sat next to you but the performance was soon going to begin, so you didn't say much. Focused on the soothing voices which brought you aural satisfaction.

Hannibal gazed at you, tongue running over his lips. He couldn't deny that you looked absolutely gorgeous. Ever since he'd laid his sight on you, the man was captured by the invisible hands of one sided tension.

You felt his eyes boring into the side of your eyes, so you turned to him. Eyes fierce and full of dislike. “Has anyone ever told you staring is considered, probably rude?”

Your tone was disrespectful, snappy and full of poison. Hannibal disliked rude people and preferred to feast on them but here you were, getting away with your prudence.

Hannibal only chuckled. “Earnest apologies, love. You're just seem very enthralling.”

You rolled your eyes. Your own gaze found his, staring at him and you couldn't deny that the man was beguilingly breathtaking. He was like the scorching ray of the sun.

“Stay away from my friends, Doctor Lecter. I know what you are.” You whispered, glaring at him. You only found amusement on his face.

He leaned into his seat. “And what that might be, love?”

You were taken aback by the name he gave you. It was a compliment and a deep compliment it was but you didn't want to appear impressed by it. There was no way you could blush over his praise.

“You're—” You inhaled, trying to keep yourself together. Truth to be told, you had no idea what he was. Your empty words were only to threaten him. You decided to stand up from your seat, walking out of the place to find a bathroom.

The distaste you felt for Hannibal was becoming like poison on your tongue.

After asking a worker there about the directions to the bathroom, you ended up right inside it. Face carrying a sour expression, all because of Hannibal Lecter.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, the thin strap of your dress hanging down by your arm.

A tired sigh left you.

Ever since you'd met Hannibal Lecter, you simply could not take him and throw him out of your mind. Like a parasite, he lingered there in hopes to suck blood out of you. No matter how much you fought and struggled, worry had always kept you on edge.

The worst part was that you had no material with which you could prove these bad feelings regarding Hannibal Lecter.

Everyone laughed at his sense of humor but to you it didn't seem like he actually had a sense of humor. It was downright eerie and dark, how he chuckled over the most absurd things. It left you a bit disturbed too and you couldn't bear to be in his company anymore.

The door opened and your head snapped into its direction. Hannibal stood there, an impassive expression decorating his features.

“This is the woman's bathroom.” You reminded him, in case he'd forgotten. “Get out.”

He didn't listen to you. Instead he took a step towards you, shutting the door behind himself. Because of the opera performance still carrying on, everyone was seated and the bathroom was deserted. Hannibal, with each predatory step closed the distance between you two and stood before you.

Panic filled your being.

With shaky fingers, you reached for the pin in your hair and pulled it out causing your bun to unravel and your locks to cascade down your back. Your hand tightly held onto the sharp bend, holding its pointy end towards the man.

“Don't come near me.”

Hannibal tilted his head, before coming closer.

The sharp end of the clip pressed into his chest but he didn't stop, as he continued shrinking the little space left between the two of you. “Do it."

You inhaled sharply, watching as the sharp item pierced through his skin. A small spot of blood saturating the white fabric of his button up. He was pushing on it, as he trapped you against the wall. Hannibal wanted to see how far you'd go to protect your friends.

To prove your dislike for him.

“Hurt me and prove yourself to be capable of protecting your friends, beautiful.” You nearly snarled at the term of endearment he'd used to describe you.

He'd cornered you up on the wall, his tall frame towering over you. Hannibal was intimidating and the polite smile he often carried was long gone. His face leaned forward, closer to yours and your lips trembled at how close he was.

“Stay away from me and my friends. They don't see right through you but I do.” You threatened, still firmly holding on the sharp clip and he finally smiled.

It was an eerie smile. Like he found you humorous but his gaze had entirely darkened, leaving you bemused.

“Oh but I want you to see right through me. I want you to see me for what I am, know me, feel me.” Hannibal whispered, his fingers to wrap around your wrist. Your wrist faltered and the weapon fell — colliding with the floor.

You watched its demise. The pearls embedded in its design tripping and falling apart, spreading everywhere on the bathroom floor.

Just what was about to be done to you.

Lifting your gaze back up to meet his, your glared into his eyes but Hannibal had other plans. It was true that you found him attractive, the most beautiful man you'd ever seen but you knew better than to engage.

Though right now your restraint was slowly slipping.

Hannibal found you adorable like this. Cornered and scared, yet he could see the fierceness in your unwavering stare. Somewhere you were akin to a loyal dog who'd do anything to protect its owners but he didn't like who that loyal was directed towards.

He wanted it all for himself.

He kissed you and it left you speechless. The tension was already there but you hadn't expected him to be this bold. Hannibal felt your little fists pushing at his chest but that was only a minor intrusion. He didn't care much for it. His lips were firm over yours, already winning this battle for dominance.

But you didn't rest.

You tried to slap him but that gave Hannibal the perfect opportunity to grasp both your wrists and pin them over your head. His lips moved with vigor over yours and after a minute or so of constant struggling, you also gave in.

He parted open your lips and slithered his tongue inside to captivate yours — a bound never to be broken. You felt him consume you by delving deeper into the kiss and a whimper escaped you in the process.

Hannibal broke the kiss and you were quick to shift your face to the side. You couldn't even look at him, specifically when he'd kissed you by force. There was already a battle boiling within you and Hannibal kissing you confused you further.

Hannibal released your wrists, one hand finding itself in your hair. His grip tightened as he made you face him and there it was, that same expression of distaste on your face.

Eyebrows furrowed, lips dangling in a frown and anger swirling in those eyes of yours.

Hannibal chuckled. “Bewitching, you are.”

You stared back at him with a grimace and his hold on your hair tightened. His lips once again found yours and you whimpered at the tight lip lock, hitting him in the chest over and over again with your free hands. Hannibal reveled in the feeling of superiority over you, he knew he was above you.

Above everyone else.

His free hand slid down to the little slit in your dress, allowing him entrance to your most intimate parts. Your resilience was proving to be useless as it only turned him on furthermore. Hannibal caressed your inner thighs with his thumb, the action sending waves of sparks running down your spine.

“Don't.” You said, although your body betrayed you as it leaned further into his gentle touch. “I will scream.”

“Do you really want to scream? I could be fucking you right now, change your mind about me.” You flinched at the abrupt drop of his mask.

Hannibal’s voice had fallen a few octaves lower and you swallowed, staring at him. You didn't move, nor did you push at him. Torn between both this sudden pull towards him and your morality.

Hannibal parted open your thighs, slipping his hand between them. You felt him slide your panties aside and your breath hitched — chest rising up and down in a damaged rhythm. His hand cupped the entirety of your soaked cunt and when he felt your arousal with his finger, he inhaled.

“You're drenched.” He whispered. “Is this supposed to prove your distaste for me?”

The mockery in his tone made you wish a hole would open up and swallow you into the ground. “Shut up. You're unbearable.”

Hannibal’s fingers traced along your cunt, one slowly sliding inside you. Your hands immediately flew to his shoulders, holding onto them for support. He stared at you, analyzing your expressions and the minor details of your beauty that he never got the chance to gaze upon.

You were absolutely fascinating.

A rude woman who he wanted to feast on, but this time, differently.

He fucked you with his fingers, feeling your soaked cunt sucking him in. He groaned at how you'd feel around his cock and it stirred in his pants. Dipping his face into your neck, he bared his teeth and bite down onto the skin. Tugging and sucking, leaving you completely breathless.

This was risky.

Anyone could enter the bathroom.

Hannibal’s fingers were thick and filled you up which left little to imagine when it came down to how good his cock would feel. Your eyes squeezed shut, head tossed back into the wall and lips releasing little whimpers of pure pleasure.

“All this time when you'd look at me with pure disgust or run away from my presence, ignore me, it only worked to harden to my cock for you.” Hannibal sultry said in your ear before grasping it between his teeth.

You arched your back when his fingers twisted and curved inside you, managing to find the sweet spot. “H-Hannibal.”

His cock twitched.

Hannibal albeit had his own complicated relationship with God, now found himself begging to be bestowed with patience.

His thumb worked in circles over your swollen pink clit. It only increased your desire and need for an orgasm.

You were like a beautiful puzzle finally coming together piece by piece in front of him. He left open mouthed kisses over the circular purple bite marks as immense pleasure took over your body, causing it to tremble.

Your fingernails dug into the crisp of his ironed suit and Hannibal picked up his pace.

Plunging his fingers back and forth, repeatedly hitting that little sponge of nerves.

Your stomach twisted and flipped with anticipation, thighs reflexing at the pleasure which grew potent with each harsh thrust of his fingers inside your pussy. Hannibal sighed, pulling his face out of your neck to stare at what he'd made of you.

A complete mess.

With just his mere fingers.

“Hannibal, I'm g-gonna—oh fuck.” Your face contorted and your lips fell apart, nails digging into his shoulders. Hannibal earned your release, drawing it out of you with sensual little strokes. Your face buried in his chest when you came all over his fingers and he held you.

Tears had sprung out of your eyes and your hair was now a mess from the friction of the wall. You could feel his large palm set on your hair but then slowly it accumulated your hair into a tight hold — pulling your head out of his chest.

“Show me how you look.” He ordered, staring at your flushed state. You were the same woman that had threatened to end his life mere moments ago and now you were a complete mess.

He couldn't be more pleased.

“Come.” He said, pulling you outside.

You were confused.

But you followed along.

The distinct sound of the opera singers now became more prominent when you two left the bathroom. You walked in pursuit of him as he dragged you up the secludes stairs. The opera house was massive and beautiful too and surely Hannibal had been here before with how swiftly he moved.

He took you into a dark corridor and pinned you over the velvety red wall — staring down at you. Hannibal didn't waste time with picking you up and unzipping his own pants, pulling out his cock. You were left speechless when he picked you up.

“You're not going to—”

“What did you think was going to happen, my dearest? If I don't fuck you now, I will go crazy.” His chest was moving vigorously, trying to drag in oxygen and then you felt his cock head press over your clit.

You whined, your cunt throbbing and clenching around nothing but air in need of him. Finally, Hannibal entered you and you tightly wrapped your arms around his nape, allowing him to sink inside you.

His cock stretched your cunt out to its extent, leaving you gasping. Long enough to reach your womb almost — you couldn't believe you'd gone from running away from being in his mere presence to being in his arms as he fucked his cock into you.

You were overstimulated from your climax from before and your body shivered everytime he thrusted in you. Hannibal held you tightly, his bone crushing hold on you didn't hurt in front of how his nails pierced through your skin.

Your little body bounced up and down on his cock, back glued to the wall. You cried out but Hannibal unwrapped one arm around you, pressing his palm over your mouth to conceal your loud moans. His hips harshly thrusted and each time he did, the sharp sound of his skin colliding with yours struck like lightening through the quietude of the hall.

“I wish I could consume you.” Hannibal growled, perspired forehead pressed against yours. You were oblivious to the dark meaning behind his words as he felt your cunt clamp down on his cock.

Hannibal was a mess.

His neatly done hair was now tousled — strands hovering over his forehead. Tickling your skin. His suit was dishevelled and his coat was long gone, his sleeves rolled up to his arms, exposing the protruding veins. You only found him more attractive, seeing the man who was always well dressed now a complete mess.

It awoke something inside you.

“If I knew you would be this endearing when I fuck you, I would've done it a long time ago, my beautiful.” He panted as his hand shifted, fingers slithering over your throat. Hannibal cut your air supply short, only for a moment before releasing you.

Then doing it again.

He found it hot how your eyes squeezed shut and your face went red when he applied pressure on your throat.

Your sweet life dangling right in the palm of his hand. He could end you with one single squeeze and as tempting as it was, he knew you were worth more.

Hannibal felt himself near and so did you, wild animals running wild in your stomach. You let out a high pitched whimper when Hannibal slipped past into your womb, feeling his bulge inside you to a new extent.

“Please.” You begged with tears sliding down your face. “Too much— can't take it. Hannibal, can't take it.”

Hannibal ran his tongue over his lips, watching you with a lascivious gaze. “Can't take it now? I don't care. You're going to take everything I give you, each little thrust inside this cunt of yours. Each drop of my cum, you will savor it.”

You wanted to cry.

But your cunt clenched around his cock upon hearing his words. Its like your body enjoyed the way it was being treated right now.

Hannibal drove himself into you like some animal, desperate to mate and you wrapped your arms tightly around him to bear yourself for the orgasm that was about to tear through you. Your whole body was convulsing and your unbearably tight cunt pushed Hannibal over the edge.

Holding you with one hand, he slammed the other down on the wall as he came inside you.

Body desperate and moans growing heavier. Hannibal appeared out of breath, his delicious tan skin glistening with sweat. You felt him shoot rope after rope of cum inside you as you also unraveled, biting down on his shoulder in an attempt to silence your loud announcement of your climax.

Hannibal stayed still, panting like some wild beast who'd ravaged you. Head hanging low on your frail shoulder, he tried to catch his breath. Your own body felt tired and drained, as you hugged him for support.

Hannibal nearly melted at that action.

He hadn't expected any sort of affection from you, especially in this state but the hug warmed his insides. He circled an arm around your waist, fixing you on the wall as his hips continued to move inside you in slow sensual thrusts.

He forced back all his sticky load inside you.

“Hannibal.” You whined, grasp tightening.

Once he was satisified, he allowed your legs to fall down as he brought you to the floor to stand properly. Your thighs quickly went limp, legs jelly and lower abdomen possessing no power to bear the strength of your upper body. Hannibal was quick to hold onto you and he chuckled, looking down at you.

“I was too hard on you, huh.” His tone was sensual, still. “You shouldn't have tempted me with that pin of yours.”

You delivered a harsh slap to his face, fixing the loose straps of your dress. Just because he'd fucked you, it didn't mean you'd forgotten all about how you actually felt about him. “Just because you fucked me doesn't mean I have forgotten how I actually feel about you.”

You collected yourself and walked away, only sparing him a glance and Hannibal’s lips tugged up into a smirk.

You were adamant.

He liked that.

[ham1lton]

thank u i had to make sure hehe. ok my thought is that i know jude is always so cool and collected UNTIL he’s around yn.

picture a yn that works with the team in some capacity and she’s very chill very professional. except jude CANNOT be normal around her. he’s like wile e. coyote just getting into hijinks and situations except instead of a piano calling on him, he hits himself in the face with the ball or whatever.

the other guys on the team are like can you relax you’re stressing us out. she’s being weird around you because YOURE being weird. just act NORMAL! and he cannot

he sees yn talking to the youngsters like endrick and arda guler and they make her LAUGH 😭😭 they try giving him advice :/ arda is like i will do my best to help :/

okay this is the perfect time for us to bring out a NEW addition to the ham1lton cinematic universe…. social media manager yn 😻

imagine social media manager yn who is attempting her best to get some decent content of jude and everytime she tries to film him, something bad happens like you said 😭

she is doing one of those sit down interviews and he suddenly develops an skin allergy to the fabric of the couch and has to leave and smother himself in medical cream 😭 she tries to play a game with some of the team and as soon as he tries to play, the game breaks. she films his post game interview, he gets a spontaneous nosebleed and has to go.

it’s like the world doesn’t want them together 😭

yn gets upset because she’s like omg this is all my fault and the team notice, so they start assigning other staff to do jude’s socials and stuff but he’s sad. where’s yn :(( why is she ignoring him :((

i have this one vision of his family around the dining table, and their parents are like ‘so what happened today?’ and mark (?) is like ‘oh i finally finished fixing that wardrobe’ and denise is like ‘well i found my deborah cox vinyl!’ and jobe is like ‘my practice went really well!’ and jude is like …. ‘i miss yn’ and everyone is groaning like ‘shut up abt yn jude shut UP! 😾’

so he sees her leaving one day and he texts his mum like ‘i need to speak to yn!! can u wait for me please’ and his mum is already putting on her tunes and is like ‘it’s fine. please sort this out so you can stop talking about it at dinnertime.’

so he runs after her and is like ‘yn hi why do i never see you anymore?’ and she’s very scared. bad things happen to jude when she’s around. what if an elephant eats him??? what if he gets him by a car?? what if a elephant eats him after he gets hit by a car???????

now u can decide how it ends. i’ve rambled too much. my bad y’all <333

[lovers-rck]

fic rec where someone from the club hosts a party and reader and hazel go and they get a little drunk and pj locks them in a room together until they admit their feeling to each other and things get a little hot n heavy :)

intentional lowercase ;) thank you!

also i did a very vague correction so forgive me if there are any mistakes! english is not my first language.

☆

"seven minutes in heaven!" you hear pj yell and run away, except that you and hazel weren't playing that game.

hazel chukled and went to open the door, almost tripping over a ball of dirty cloth. She grabbed the door handle and tried to open.

the first time doesn't work, but she knows she is a little bit drunk and maybe she was opening the wrong way. the second time doesn't work either, and that's when she starts to worry.

"it's locked" she says "pj locked the door"

"what? " you say "let me try" the room is dimly lit, highlighting the worried features that took over hazel's face.

you grab and try to open the door. one, two, three times later you realized that, in fact, is locked. pj locked the door and ran away for who knows how much time.

"im sure this is one of her pranks" hazel looks at you, her eyes a little sleepy from the alcohol "she will come back in a few minutes"

but you are impacient. three minutes has passed. you look at the posters in Annie's walls, all with a inspirational quote about women and printed pictures of Simone de Beauvoir. five minutes. hazel groans in protest, looking at her dirty shoes and thinking why she didn't clean them before going out, she's embarrassed now. seven minutes pass. eight. nine. ten. eleven. twelv...

"pj!" hazel screams "pj let us out please! i already apologized to you when i said that you only created the club to fuck cheerleaders! please!"

for the next ten seconds the only things you hear is hazel's voice, she's loud and desperate, her hands hitting the wooden door for so long that you almost find a rhythm.

eventually hazel gives up, and in a matter of seconds all the loud noises that she made earlier end up causing her a big headache. she feels less drunk than before, but the after feeling isn't so much better. then she looks at you, sitting in the floor, your legs crossed like a kid and your eyes resting. you were a chill drunk, hazel was a chaotic one.

she find a very strange feeling looking at you, something growing in her stomach. hazel never saw you the way she was seeing you now, always admiring you in secret, always playing the fool when you catch her eye in between classes or practice. she knew that this wasn't product of the alcohol, and that scared her.

so she tried and is currently trying to ignore that little feeling growing inside of her, that little tiny and obviously-not-romantic feeling that became stronger everyday.

okay yes. she was in love with you. so what?

it was not a big deal. it's not like at the very sight of you she becomes dumb and slow and words come out of her mouth like vomit without thinking. it's not like she freeze everytime you touch her or grab her hand. it's not like she is completely, hopelessly, in love with you.

okay it was bad.

"we have to get out of here" hazel says "I'll become anxious and you know i left therapy last week!"

so you get up and grabs hazel's hand. you guide her to sit in Annie's bed, standing in front of her and demand her to breath with you.

inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.

you don't let go of her hand at any time, and neither does hazel. you look at her, her eyes are closed and her lips swell as she exhales the air as you taught her. you look at her and the sudden impulse to scream what you feel for her invades you.

but you two are friends, and friends don't do that. friends help each other without expecting anything in return. but you realized that you didn't want to be hazel's friend when after every shared moment you expected something in return, something to give you a hint, something to answer the doubt that has been in your heart for a long time.

¿did she look at you with those eyes in purpose? ¿did she caressed your cheek in accident that one time? ¿did she makes jokes about couples with you just for the laughs? ¿did she likes you?

the last question is the worst, you consider.

"thank you" hazel says, and you smile slightly in return. always waiting for something else.

and you think she gaves you something in return when you feel her thumb caressing your hand. she stares at your intertwined hands, and so do you.

shyness takes over your bodie, and the giggly and playful hazel disappears. it was always easier to pretend that nothing happened, that all the touches were accidents and all the looks meant nothing. to pretend that they were just meaningless feelings.

but neither of you can do that anymore when you feel hazel pull your hand slowly, bringing your body closer to hers but leaving a space, leaving open the door of regret. you close that door the moment your free hand caresses her face and she smiles at you.

"can i..."

"yes" you say "please"

she obey and guide your bodie to bend down slightly for her to kiss you. you inhale sharply when her lips makes contact with yours for the first time, and suddenly a scared feeling takes over your body

but hazel grabs your face and you understand that there is nothing to fear when you are with her.

her kiss is delicate and slow, but hungry. she grabs your legs and sits you in her lap, not getting enough of you. her mind cannot comprend what is happening, but is unable to stop it. her fingertips swim across your skin, trying to memorize every feeling, every texture that is so new to her.

she fears that she might be a little rough or fast with you, that maybe she crossed the invisible line. she freeze and for a moment she just stay there, her forehead against yours, breathing and trying to process the last five minutes.

"did i do something wrong?" you murmured

"no, no, you did nothing wrong"

"what's wrong?"

she swallows and hold your hand "nothing is wrong"

"don't be scared"

"im not scared" hazel replies, hating how you read her so easily. you raise you eyebrow "okay maybe i am a little scared"

"of what?"

you heard how the girls are laughing at something downstairs.

"i don't know" she exhales "im afraid you won't be my friend anymore after this"

"we were kissing and you were all worried about our friendship?

"yes!" she replies "your friendship is very important to me"

"i know" you gently put a strand of hair behind her ear "your friendship is important to me too. im not gonna ignore you after this if that's what you fear hazel"

"okay" she nodds "okay"

you laugh slightly "okay"

and you kiss her again, more desperate than before. hazel quickly responds to your body and grabs your waist, pushing you towards her.

you move slightly in her lap and she gasp. the strap of your shirt falls off your shoulder and hazel leaves your lips to find a home on the skin of your neck and shoulder. she kiss and bite the flesh, your breathing becoming a little louder.

in a bold act, you grab hazel's hands and place them in your breasts, hoping that she would catch the sign.

and she does, so she moves you shirt up and start massaging your flesh, you nipples alrrady hard to receive hazel's hands. you whimper lightly when you feel hazel's tongue, leaving a trail of kisses all over your tits.

her hand starts going down when you both heard the lock of the door and a scream

"oh my god!" pj screams and hazel cover your breast with her hands in panic "oh my god! guys! guys! oh my god"

pj jumps and start running away, her screams invading the house

"it worked! guys it worked!" pj screams downstairs "the were sucking each other's titties!"

and all the girls scream with her.

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BROOKLYN BABY | lh44

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU lewis hamilton x fem!black!reader

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yourusername visiting home made me realise how much i missed brooklyn and my girls

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user1 she's so ungrateful? lewis literally made her who she is today and she keeps complaining? ⤷ user2 because she said she misses home? y'all need to chill fr

lewishamilton you're glowing babe ⤷ yourusername the air pollution here is crazy tho my acne is skyrocketing ⤷ user3 see, everytime she opens her mouth she's complaining. what a spoiled lil child.

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yourbestfriend where can i get a lewis myself, i need one ⤷ yourusername i can only recommend it to you

user4 i bet lewis feels old in between all these twenty-something year olds ⤷ user5 wait i always forget y/n is like 26 or so ⤷ user6 how can you just forget a 11-year age gap ⤷ user7 maybe because she's mature?

lewishamilton my favourite person on earth ⤷ yourusername are we about to kiss rn

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yourusername used to work for you, now i'm sitting front row at your show

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yourbestfriend tell 'em babe!

user8 say "thank you lewis for the money and fame" rn ⤷ user9 i love how everyone is pressed because they wish they'd be y/n

lewishamilton damn

user10 not thanks to your own effort lmao ⤷ user11 she makes it sound like she got there on her own lmfao no babes gucci wouldn't even know who you are without lewis by your side

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yourusername today i thanked God for being able to spend time with everyone i love on my birthday. cheers to 27!

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user12 don't thank god, thank lewis ⤷ user13 y'all are mad over every thing it's so funny

yourbestfriend thank you lewis for not only being a professional driver but also the designated driver because i know i was hammered ⤷ yourusername at least you were able to go to sleep after the club, my night didn't end just there ⤷ user14 y/n talking about her and lewis' sex life is so funny to me ⤷ user15 i just know lewis has a lot of stamina

lewishamilton for many more birthday's to be celebrated together to come. i love you baby.

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lewishamilton happy birthday to the girl that made me believe again

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lewishamilton no words can describe the love i feel for you ⤷ yourusername babyboy <3

user16 okay but see how much she's changing her style when she's in "posh" monaco compared to brooklyn? ⤷ user17 because she's wearing a nice dress? you do realise people can have multiple styles? ⤷ user18 but it is suspicious how clean she suddenly gets as soon as she's surrounded by rich people ⤷ user19 heavy side eye

yourbestfriend okay but when are you flying me out to monaco ⤷ yourusername pull up

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user19 y/n's so beautiful i actually cannot

user20 why do they give me kim and kanye vibes tho ⤷ user21 wait- ⤷ user22 because he probably also dresses her lmao

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Hello!! can you do a gojo x reader and like gojo is always on a lot of trips to kill curses and stuff and everytime he comes back home all he wants to do is just sleep with you and it starts making you think he only wants you for your body but she just keeps that thought to herself cuz she thought if she tells gojo he might end their relationship untill something happens and she finally breaks down leaving gojo to comfort her

Please and thank you!

My One And Only

Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader ( Reader thinks Gojo is using her for her body )

a/n: thank you anon for this request, I really hope you enjoy this one. And remember guys, don't bottle up your feelings, talk it out , communication is the key <33 love y'all and stay safe.

Warnings 🔞: SMUT NSFW MDNI / NOT PROOFREAD.

Song recommendation: I'll Be Good - Jaymes Young 🎶

♪I never meant to start a fire, I never meant to make you bleed.. I'll be a better man today♪

You sat on your bed, clutching your phone tightly after reading a message from your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru: { Get ready for me, princess. I can't wait till I get home and have you all to myself, all night }.

The words, the familiar message, never seemed to change. While you longed for a more thoughtful, romantic message, disappointment crept in every time you unlocked your phone. You understand his busy schedule and duty as the strongest sorcerer, exorcising curses and protecting others, but what about your feelings? Who protects them?

He's often away on trips, since the higher-ups depend on him for everything. You've always taken pride in his skills and capabilities, that earned the trust of others, making the world feel safer with his presence. But, your bed remains cold, your house feels empty, and he's not physically present when you're sad, need to vent, or simply want to share a laugh. The persistent feeling of loneliness creeps in, filling your mind with unwanted thoughts. Each night concludes with a heavy sigh, as you find solace in cuddling your pillow, questioning the nature of your relationship with him.

You meet once a week, you'd eagerly set the scene for cozy moments ; snuggling, watching a movie, going on a date, or simply chilling and talking. Yet, it always veers into having sex. You love him and want him as much as he wants you but you can't help the disappointment you've felt

“Is he using me?”,

the same thought echoes in your mind week after week. You wanted to communicate your feelings, but the words linger unspoken at the tip of your tongue, always swallowed back, completely offering yourself to him.

Night fell swiftly, the clock ticked so fast, and there you were sat on your bed, half naked, waiting like he told you. You could have refused, but you simply didn't. you missed him and craved the way he touches you, the way he makes you scream his name, the way your eyes tear up from how good and deep he's pounding inside you. The way air gets stuck in your throat when his big veiny hands circle around your delicate neck. You wanted every bit of it, there's no denying in that.

The front door swung open and closed, signaling Satoru's arrival. Your heart quickened, anticipation the long night that waited ahead

“Hey, baby..” he began,

placing his keys on the nightstand and giving you a peck. You managed a weak smile.

“Did you miss me?” he added, stripping himself. “Come on, join me for a shower and help me wash up”.

He gently pulled you towards the bathroom.Your back was pressed to his chest, as he left a trail of kisses on your shoulders and the back of your neck. The warm water relaxing each tensed muscle. You closed your eyes enjoying the sensation. The steam raising from the shower, created a gentle fog turning the bathroom into a cozy space. Too emersed into the cute moments of peace,

“Maybe tonight will be different, maybe he'll stay and won't leave after sex like he always does, saying that he needs to be at work again” you thought to yourself,

hoping that this night, he proves all what you've been overthinking for the last weeks in wrong, but shorty you were pressed against the bathroom wall, warm water still running. A surprised gasp left your mouth at the sudden movement. The cold wall that Gojo pinned you against sent shivers down your spine.

“I can't wait any longer” he whispered to your ear. He turned you and now you're chest hitting the wall, “bend over a bit for me, babygirl” he demanded, growing impatient by each passing second.

A groan escaped his mouth when your tighteness welcomed his hardened cock. A soft moan, slipped from your parted lips as he started moving. The rhythmic sound of water droplets echoed and mixed with the wet clapping sounds, and your moans. Your eyes rolled back, too needy for him as he fucked that spot again and again,

“I fucking love fucking you, I love fucking your body, this pussy is all what I can think about” he said panting.

Little did he know that what he said but turn you off so quickly. Your body, is it all what he wants? he didn't even say 'I love you', his sweet talk was all about what satisfied him, but enough,

“Can you stop please” you said out of the blue, making him look in confusion but kept on going,

“already tired? I've planned a long night for us..but if you want me to stop use your safe word” he chuckled.

“I SAID STOP” you snapped.

Under different circumstances, you'd find joy in his words. However, with all those unspoken emotions weighing on you, hearing him say something like that became your breaking point. He stood still, a hint of concern in his voice as he asked,

“D-did I do something wrong?” His hands rested on your hips from behind.

In that quiet moment, only the sound of the water stream filled the air before you spoke again,

“I don't want to continue, pull it out”.

“Hah is this some kind of joke? why on earth would I stop?”

“Because I don't want to”

“Dont lie to me Y/n, I know you want it, I won't pull out”

“Satoru...please” you said as you moved his hands from your hips.

His brows furrowed as he distanced himself from your body, pulling his length out of you, giving you what you requested. You cleaned yourself and then stepped out of the shower wrapped in your towel, while he observed silently.

Seated on the edge of your bed, you waited for him to join you.He carefully settled beside you, his gaze unwavering on your form.

“So, are you going to tell me why the hell you did that?” he asked, breaking the awkward silence.

Without meeting his eyes, you murmured, “Do you even love me, Satoru?” Your gaze remained fixed on the floor.

“What kind of question is this?”

“Just fucking answer it” you spat out in a harsh tone, catching him off guard.

“I do, of course I love you”

“Haha, funny. Why'd you lie? You just love my body, Satoru, don't you?”

“I love you and I love your body. Can you please explain it to me clearly? Cuz I failed to get your point”

“Oh is that so? okay then I'll explain to you, I'll explain to you how I've been feeling for weeks now, how I'm always left alone, how you always show up once a week, have sex with me and then leave as if I'm your fuck toy, I'll explain how you don't even care, cuz you only care about how to pleasure yourself... I'M NOT YOUR SLUT GOJO SATORU”You yelled.

Caught off guard by you, his blue eyes widened mirroring the disbelief that etched across his face. Your words hung in the air, leaving him momentarily speechless.

“A-are you serious?”

“YES I'M FUCKING SERIOUS, IF YOUR FEELINGS TOWARDS ME FADED THEN JUST SAY IT SATORU, BUT DON'T YOU DARE TO FUCK ME EVER AGAIN”

You broke down into tears, hugging your knees, wet hair falling on your face, chest still heavy even though you let out all of your concerns.

“No, no, don't cry, Y/n. Baby, look at me, please” he said softly, a hint of panic in his deep voice.

His fingers gently lifted your chin, making you meet his gaze. Kissing away your tears, he whispered,

“Don't ever think like this again. I love you, Y/n I always have and always will, and nothing can change that”

“Then why'd you leave? It feels like you throw me away everytime after getting what you wanted from me” you expressed with a quiver in your voice.

“I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. I never meant to hurt you. I was just scared they might harm you, which is why I minimized our dates”

“Who might hurt me?”

“The sorcerers working against me and the special grade curses. I would never forgive myself if something bad happened to you”

“You know I'll be fine. You don't need to overthink it like that. It's not even my point yet—”

“I know, I know, thats it's always us having sex? thinking that I'm taking advantage of your body? Why didn't you tell me earlier baby? We could've talked it out, I could've explained, we could've done something else... It's just that's how I express love to you, through physical intimacy. I thought you liked it, I thought you were enjoying it. That's why I didn't stop. And I'm sorry about that..” he whispered, looking down, visibly disappointed in himself.

Your gaze lingered on him; you believed him, of course, you just needed that reassurance.

“I thought if I told you you'd break up with me and leave–”

His heart ached, how could you possibly think of that when he loved you with each fiber in his body.

“L-leave you? my life is meaningless without you Y/n how could I ever leave you” he explained pain visible in his tone.

You shrugged, sniffling, looking at him with your teary eyes..

“Come here” he signaled for you to move closer.

His large arms enveloped you in a bear hug as you sat on his lap.

“I love you for you, for your personality, your mind, your laugh, for the way you find beauty in everything. I never meant to disappoint you, and it will never happen again. Next time, if something bothers you, just talk it out and don't bottle it up. I want you to be comfortable all the time, okay?” he exclaimed, kissing the top of your head.

You nodded slowly, further burying your head in his bare chest, your warm breath tickling his skin.

“How about we cuddle and watch your favorite movie? I'll take a day off tomorrow so we can spend more time together, and you're right; I shouldn't be overthinking that much. From now on, not gonna minimize any date, instead, I'll work harder on keeping you safe all the time...You're my one and only Y/n!!” he said with a wide smile, lifting your spirits once again.

You spent the night in each other's arm, eating popcorn and pastries, laughing and joking around, till both of you fell asleep... You indeed helped him learn how to treat you better, helped him express his love in other ways, helped him to take into account your feelings. Communication is all what both of you needed from the very beginning.

Satoru made a promise to you and to himself, to devote his life, strength and efforts to you and your relationship.