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𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶𝔰𝔦𝔵

𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

𓆩♡𓆪 Ive noticed people with a strong Pluto or Neptune to appear out of nowhere. You are watching tv and suddenly they are just sitting there. You didnt even see when they walked in and sat down. If you think about them you will most likely see them within a week even if you havent seen them for years.

𓆩♡𓆪 Asteroid Jung(11518) was named after the famous psychiatrist Carl Gustav Jung. He founded analytical psychology. People with this asteroid prominent have a unique way of understanding the human Psyche and its functioning.

𓆩♡𓆪 People with planets in your 10th house might have heard about you a lot. Might have been around people who talk about you a lot so you are like a celebrity to them. Ive noticed this a lot irl that the people I heard a lot of rumours about and later got to know I had planets in their 10th house so I knew who they were before we met. Doesnt have to be bad rumours can be just people talking about you in general.

𓆩♡𓆪 How to know an 8th house Sun is near you? Weird changes start to happen. I swear an 8th house Sun walks into the workplace and all of a sudden the boss gets fired, employees fired, the company changes its logo. Its not their fault they just awake certain energies.

𓆩♡𓆪 Plutonians be moving like a spy. They see whos 100 meters infront of them. They will see you from 100 meters away and be able to take a shortcut before you saw them if they are not in a talking mood. Scanning the environment. Sitting in the back of the classroom to see who walks in.

𓆩♡𓆪 You might fit the beauty standard of the countries that have your Ascendant sign as their Venus. For example South Korea have a Cancer Venus and the typical ”Cancer look” is considered beautiful there. The clear glowy skin, round features, hyperfeminine look is considered typical for Cancer Risings.

𓆩♡𓆪 India have a Leo Venus and long thick hair is a beauty standard there(lol its a beauty standard in most countries) BUT romani people come from India originally and are known for their long hair because romani women are not supposed to ever cut their hair during their life.

𓆩♡𓆪 If you have 12th house ruler in the 1st house your mental health is very visible on your appearance. If you do drugs, are depressed, tired or going through something everyone can see it.

𓆩♡𓆪 Moon aspecting Saturn tend to do ”adult stuff” early. Might have kids or move out from their childhood home before they are even 18. All my friends with a Moon/Saturn aspect lost their virginity and started working earlier than the rest of us.

𓆩♡𓆪 People tend to ”deny” their Chiron wound. Its often where people are quick to scream ”im not insecure!!”. For exemple most of my friends with Chiron 1st house would NEVER admit they feel insecure and will instead project this onto others. People dont like to be reminded of their Chiron and might go a lifetime avoiding it.

𓆩♡𓆪 People with Sun in the 8th house might dislike to show any signs of an ego. Might also feel uncomfortable around people with ego issues. They dont seem to like bragging, showing off, competing and other signs of ego issues.

𓆩♡𓆪 People with a Moon/Pluto or Venus/Pluto aspect in their natal chart seem to often have other women asking their boyfriends or other girls if the Venus/Pluto person is pretty or not. ”Shes not that pretty right?” ”Would you go out with her if you werent with me??”. Same with Lilith aspects.

𓆩♡𓆪 12th house synastry can make one of yall see the other as the secret friend or the friend you meet up for a cig in the middle of the night. Or the friend you traumadump on or talk to about negative stuff you dont want to bother others with.

𓆩♡𓆪 The mobwife trend just screams Venus/Pluto & Venus 8th house. The shiny wine red bags, the leoprints, the black furcoats.

𓆩♡𓆪 Libra Venus tend to be repulsed by brash people while other Libra placements seems to be drawn to them.

𓆩♡𓆪 If im ever arrested I want someone with Uranus 3rd house with me. They will come up with an excuse and escape plan before we even get in the cop car. Quick minds.

𓆩♡𓆪 Men with Aries Rising or MC tend to have people threathen others with their name. I know several men with these placements and people will mention their name in fights ”If you mess with me I will go get David to beat you up”. People will also literally walk up to them crying like ”That guy over there just beat me” and expect the Aries ASC/MC man to do something about it.😂 Girl I dont know you I aint beating nobody up for you.😭

𓆩♡𓆪 Some of the most famous criminals have Lilith in the 6th house. For example Bugsy Siegel and John Dillinger. Because fuck a 9 to 5. No but seriously these people might feel a strong need to rebel against the typical work and routine thing.

𓆩♡𓆪 If yall have Mars 10th house in the composite chart and you dont like eachother everyone will know it. If you are a couple people will see that yall fight a lot. You know that couple we all know whos broken up and gotten together like 100 times? Yeah they might have this one.

𓆩♡𓆪 People with Demeter(1108) or Ceres(1) conjunct Moon NEED to nurture something. If not a child they might be into plants. Just something they can take care of.

𓆩♡𓆪 People with Demeter(1108) or Ceres(1) conjunct personal planets radiate warmth and nurture. People who dont get this warmth at home will be extra drawn to them.

𓆩♡𓆪 Harvey Weinstein having Pluto and Lilith conjunct his MC really makes sense. With these placements its impossible to hide what you are up to. People will find out eventually.

𓆩♡𓆪 You probably have 3rd house synastry with a lot of people in the neighbourhood you grew up in, especially since yall were not only neighbours but also went to the same elementary school.

𓆩♡𓆪 Moon 1st house synastry = Always having a special place in eachothers heart. 🫶

𓆩♡𓆪 People with Mars Square Sun often have a scar somewhere around their right eye.

#astro notes #astrology #astro observations #astronotes #birth chart readings #lilith

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xob1tchs · 1 year

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going quietly - ethan landry

a/n; she’s here!!! thanks for waiting, i love u 🫶🏻 also there’s def bound to be spelling errors, and grammar or punctuation mistakes even after reading it a billion times- I wrote on my phone this time 😭

pairing; e2l nongf!ethanxfem!reader

warnings; smut! mentions of stabbing, blood, violence, mentions of killing/death, bickering, stabbing, brief panicked hospital, ghost face attack, smut, kissing, making out, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex (do not try this irl), cream pie, sub ethan undertones

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Big round puppy dog eyes are staring down at you, a sense of faux innocence masking the curly headed boy you swear you hate right now. You can’t stand him, really. In all his good boy, golden retriever, dork glory. You don’t believe it for a second.

So why do you have this feeling in your stomach, a warm heat that sparks when he’s this close. When you can smell the cologne on him, and the musky sweat from running all over New York. The dark bags forming beneath his shiny eyes that make him look almost dead, the purple and red bruise on his cheek bone, the dark blue long sleeve that’s far too form fitting. Why do you stare at his biceps, watching the way his long thick fingers run down the side of his pretty face.

He could be a murderer. He could be plotting to kill you at this very moment. Maybe he looks at you that way because he wants to make it hurt. Why do you want him to make it hurt? Why does the thought of him behind a mask you’ve come to hate have heat pooling between your legs? Maybe the lack of sleep, and the inability to escape this killer has finally gotten to your head. Maybe you’re actually going insane.

“Hey! Are you listening?” Sam draws you out of your thoughts. Your eyes land on her, suddenly a pounding in your head, and a pain from your side that has you grimacing. You mutter a ‘what?’ pressing your palm into the stab wound, blood seeping from your side, through the material of your black tank top, running down the cracks of your fingers down your wrist.

She frowns at you, eyes looking at Ethan before they land on you again, as if she’s already regretting what she’s about to say “Ethan should take you to the hospital- you’ll bleed out” she does regret it. Knows that if Ethan is the killer that he’ll leave you to die in alley somewhere, but if he isn’t and he doesn’t take you to the hospital, you could die after getting away a third time. Knows you’d haunt her if she let that happen.

You glare up at Ethan through your lashes, can feel the tears gathering at your lash line, but reach up to grab his shoulder anyway “if you kill me and survive, I’ll haunt you for the remainder of your sad life Jack ass” you threaten, and he hums, slipping his arm round your waist, placing his hand just above yours.

You limp down from the apartment, loosing strength by the minute, forced to lean more into Ethan as he tried for a cab. When one finally pulls to the side you slide in, ethan sliding in a little too close next to you.

“When I save your life, I better get the greatest thanks known to mankind” he mumbles, lifting your shirt a little to asses the damage, “I hope that hurts” he tacks on, whispering it bitterly into your ear.

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When you walk through the ER doors, you’re bombarded with a flock of nurses, ushering you to the nearest bed. Ethan trails behind, lost like a puppy, stumbling after the nurses as they scurry around, asking them what they’re doing or how long it’ll take. You roll your eyes, scoffing at his idiocy. The boy has clearly never even scraped his knee falling off a bike, much less been in an ER with someone who’s been stabbed. It makes you anxious.

“Ethan! Just sit!” You whisper yell, whipping his head as you call his name, his features falling as you scold him. He slumps into the leather chair not far from the bed you’re sat on, cradling his cheek in his palm. He just watches you, eyes fleeting from your wound, to your face, clearly trying to decipher what you’re thinking or how you’re feeling.

You roll your eyes again “Quit staring creep” you press your lips into a flat line, trying not to laugh as the nurse coming closer side eyes him hearing your words, your spin straightens, a hiss escaping your lips as she begins rattling on about what’s going to happen.

You already know of course, the scar on the back of your left shoulder a reminder, you’ll need sedated, an iv drip, stitches, blah blah blah. This time you’ll have to leave earlier, no way you can afford to stay for 48 hours, don’t care how much blood you’ve lost or how weak you are. Ethan can see it in your eyes as the lay you back, what you’re plotting, the way you don’t even flinch when they stick your side with whatever, or when they stitch you up. You do look at him when they cut your shirt off, and he doesn’t look away for once.

When they’re done, eleven stitches later, and you’re laying back in the bed with an IV in your arm the small secluded area becomes flooded with an awkward silence.

“We need to leave” you sigh, eyes glancing to the clock, you’ve only been gone two hours max. Unfortunately you know well enough a lot can happen in two hours.

Ethan sits up stripping in his chair, shaking his head with drawn brows “If something happens we’ll know” he stands, coming to the edge of your bed “you need this though” his fingers thrum against the needle in your arm, the small touch has your skin breaking out in goosebumps, fingers tightening their grip on the sheet beneath you.

“Why are you being so fucking sweet to me” you grimace, face forming a scowl. You sit up just enough so that your eyes are closer to his, but he’s obviously taller than you, leaving you forced to glare up at him. His brows draw together and he crosses his arms over his chest, the muscle of his biceps bulging beneath the dark blue shirt, from the angle he looks less boyish. Dark eyes staring you down, jaw clenched in clear aggravation, lips forming a hard line instead of a cute pout.

“Why are you always such a bitch to me?” He shoots back, voice low so that nobody hears, but loud enough that you can tell he’s clearly angry.

“Maybe I’m just a bitch” you shrug.

“Maybe you’re just a liar” he cocks a brow, shrugging back.

Before you can jest back, the fire alarm rings through the hospital, water spraying down from above, lights dimming down so that the flash from the alarms is evident.

You’re ripping the iv from your arm and slipping on Ethan’s jacket, zipping it up, and yanking him quickly towards the exit before a nurse can even reach you. As you make your way through the panicked crowd, your fingers lace together, tightly wound so you don’t get separated.

The ER of a New York City hospital is hard enough to get in and out as is, fire alarm only added stress and the halls flood and become to crowded to even see the nearest exit. Bodies are pushing against and in between the both of you, shouting and babies crying, water blurring your vision as you try and tunnel a way out.

“Ethan, we need to get out now! There are no coincidences in our movie!” You warn, hoping he gets the message, your spine going rigid when your fingers are forced apart and the start of a reply is muffled as your bodies are pushed apart. You spin on your heel, pushing through bodies, wincing in pain when someone elbows your stitches. A shoe catches your boot, loosing balance you stumble to your feet, people don’t bother helping you up as they pass.

You crawl, the rips in your jeans leaving skin visible to bruise against the wet hard floor, someone steps on your fingers and you yelp out, forcing yourself to your feet with your hand cradled to your chest. Your fingers ache, unbendable, your curse under your breath, squinting as people push past you, trying your best to find Ethan’s face in the crowd.

You fail to see him, ready to give up and call out for him, when you see it. The white mouth, faux mouth smiling menacingly, looking directly at you. They tilt their head, knife waving in the air in front of them, teasing you with a fake stab motion the their chest. You frown, looking to your left and then right, and when you look back they’re gone. Panic sets in, and you bolt to the door on your right, shaky hands twisting and pulling at the knob. Locked. You curse under your breath, looking over your shoulder, before you fall to a squat, walking along the edge of the wall.

Your eyes are frantic, watching the feet you pass for the end of a black cloak, heart wild in your chest. Your palms are sweating, fingers and hands shaking, knees aching as you creep around a corner, escaping the crowd. You slump against the wall, knees pulled tightly to your chest, erratic breathing. The sprinklers have stopped now, but the water makes your mascara run, eyes aching, body now cold, your side aching. You’re alone, Ethan had to have gotten out, but the ghost face is here and you’re alone.

What if the ghost face got to Ethan first? The thought has your stomach twisting, nausea crawling up your throat, you slump forward onto your palms, breakfast spilling all over the floor. Tears have now crept past your lash line, falling down your cheeks to the ground, legs shaking as you stand. You press your palm to your wound, blood seeping through Ethan’s jacket, staining your skin. A stitch must’ve broken.

You peek around the corner, the last of crowd escaping through the exits, and then look the opposite way. Deciding that the ghost face couldn’t have gotten far, you begin jogging towards the exit you’d originally intended leaving out, foot steps heavy against the damp ground.

Before you can even get half way there, a scream echoes through the halls, a guy clearly. The thought of it being Ethan has you stopping in your tracks, spinning around to see where it could’ve come from.

“Ethan! Ethan where are you!” You shout, greeted by the screech of sneakers on the ground, you flinch, head whipping around in the direction of the sound. The bed you’d been at, curtains pulled closed, a figure looming in the distance “shit” you grumble, rolling your eyes as you run in the direction of the figure.

Your hands are shaking, fingers hesitant as you reach to yank the curtains back, and when you do large hand wrap around your shoulders, sending you tumbling backwards. You scream in protest, staring up into the eyes of the mask, one of your hands meets the side of their face, knocking them in the jaw, rolling of of you with a grunt. You scurry to your feet, eyes searching for the knife, failing to see as they stand up far too quickly, gripping the hair at the base of your neck, yanking you backwards into their chest.

You protest “let me go you motherfucker!” you shout, elbowing them, lurching across the bed falling flat onto your face into Ethan’s chest. You gasp, palms flat against his chest, straddling him as his eyes struggle to stay open. Blood touches your fingertips, his shirt open revealing a stab to his shoulder, and then you notice the blood pooling his curly head.

You’re about to say something when his arms wrap around you, your bodies rolling to the right, you look to the left- ghost face mere feet away. You and Ethan are now quick to your feet, him still slowly moving behind you as you start down the hallway, getting closer and closer to a room that hopefully has a lock.

You usher him inside first, slamming the door just as the ghost face spots you, locking it hurriedly, moving the filing cabinet closest to block it.

You look at you me surroundings, assessing the windows, a way out. Then you remember Ethan.

He’s sat slumped against the front of the desk, palm pressed to his wound, grimacing. You fall to your knees, fitting yourself between his, carefully moving his hand away. He flinches when your fingers dance along the wound, unable to tell how deep it is, you grip the tear already made by the knife, pulling with all your strength to rip the shirt off him.

He stays silent, watching as you use the fabric to wrap across his chest and shoulder, hoping it can suffice enough for you to get out of the window and to your apartment.

“We need to leave now.”

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It had taken you longer than expected to reach your apartment m, several weird stares and concerned police officers later, you’re now sat with Ethan on your couch as you dress his wound. Finishing off you lean away with a sigh, tossing your first aid kit onto the coffee table, cradling your head in your palms.

“It hurts doesn’t it?” You mutter, looking at him through the cracks in your fingers, frowning when he quietly nods. His knee knocks against yours, and his fingers wrap around your wrists, tugging your hands away from your face gently.

“Are you okay?” He asks, voice quiet and raspy, wavering a little. Your chest stutters, stomach doing that stupid thing, finger tips twitching in his palms. His hair has dried, but it sticks to his face because of sweat, sweat that makes his face glow, lips parted and swollen from biting them. His eyes are wide, a little red from irritation, searching your face, dropping to your mouth, then looking away when he realizes you’re staring back.

It’s slow, silent, as your faces inch closer. You can feel his warm breath on your upper lip, the stubble on his jaw when your fingers slip up his face into his hair, the heat from his hands that are now on your hips like an open flame, searing the feeling of his skin on yours into your body like muscle memory.

Then you’re kissing, lips moving in sync, tongues brushing. It’s messy and inexperience, your teeth even clashing, breathing becoming hurried. He tastes like watermelon chewing gum, and also blood, the coppery taste bitter but no unwelcome at all.

You crawl onto his lap, straddling his thighs, sighing into his mouth as his hands travel up your spine, tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. He tugs very slightly, just enough for you to feel it, making your core ache. You start grinding down against his bulge subconsciously, desperate for friction between your legs, your mouth falling open against his when you get it.

“Oh fuck ethan” you whine, brows drawing together as you press down harder, he presses his forehead to your temple. Panting out against your cheek, his hand creeps around your body, down your stomach and to the button of your jeans.

When his fingers slip into your panties, very quickly finding your clit, your eyes roll to the back of your head. His fingers make circles on the bud, whispering into your ear as he plays with your pussy “Does it feel good?” he asks, and when you can’t seem to respond he worried he’s doing it wrong “Please I want to make you feel good baby” he mutters, switching techniques, flicking your clit side to side.

You squirm, hands digging into the skin of his hips as you pull away to look him in the eyes “I’m gonna cum” you whine, and your jaw goes slack when his fingers suddenly plunge into your heat, stretching you out deliciously.

“You’re so tight, and fucking wet” he coos, fingers thrusting in and out of you quickly, while his thumb abuses your clit. You rock into his touch, open mouth panting against his jaw, eyes rolling back as your orgasm creeps up “You look so pretty, so so pretty cumming on my fingers, Jesus fuck” mumbling the words into your hair has your thighs shaking, cumming dramatically, cursing under your breath. You clench around his fingers, grinding into his touch, wetness ruining your underwear, even soaking through the crotch of your jeans onto his.

“Can you give me another one? Wanna feel you on my cock please?” He whines, slipping his hand out of your pants, bucking his hips up into your core, stiff cock pressing to your core through the layers.

“I don’t know Ethan” you pout, nose knocking against his, a blush covering your cheeks when he pecks your lips. When you look at him, face flushed and sweaty, eyes begging silently, you feel heat between your legs once again, sighing in defeat “Has to be fast, need to get back to sams” you mumble into his mouth, and he nods in agreement.

He’s quickly, almost ripping your pants off, panties as well. When his cock is free, you think you’re actually salivating. He’s big, as to be expected, long and girthy, tip slapping against his belly button; angry and red, leaking with pearly beads of precum. A vein runs up the underside, prominent. You’re staring at his cock, like you’re ready to eat him alive.

“Is something wrong?” He interrupts your gaze.

Your quick to cradle his face in your palms, shaking your head quickly, pressing your mouth against his. You hover above his tip, grabbing him by the base, letting the head gently protrude at your entrance, shuddering at the stretch that already begins to burn as you slowly sink down. He moans into your mouth, and you accidentally bite down on his lip too hard, breaking the soft skin. Once he’s fully inside you find it hard to breathe, completely stuffed full of cock. Full of Ethan’s cock, feeling it twitch and pulsate inside of you, clearly begging you to move.

“So fucking tight” he practically growls, shoulders shuddering when you rise up again, ass slapping against his thighs when you fall back down. He wraps a stepping arm around your waist, carefully avoiding your wound, then begins fucking up into you a a gentle pace.

“Feels so good, love it so fucking much” he whines, eyes wide open as he looks between your bodies, speeding up with no warning “never want to leave, live in this pussy” his babbling has your heart fluttering, a drunk smile taking over your face as you moan out, nodding at his every praise.

He reaches so deep, deeper than any guy before, you’re almost sure he’s in your cervix, literally rearranging your guts. You chuckle at that, recalling threats from six months ago over the phone. When you laugh slightly, you clench around him, and that has him moaning out, head falling against the back of the couch.

The noises he makes are pretty, whiney and shameless, a contrast to the dirty words he’s letting out; and to how he looks, tall and muscular, drilling into you at an inhumane pace.

“I’m gonna cum again baby” you let out, slumping into his chest, spent, letting him fuck into you as he pleases. Your thighs are burning, sweaty everywhere, eyes barely open. The cord in your stomach is winding so tight your cunt aches, seeping wetness around the base of his cock, making obscene wet noises every time the skin of his thighs meets your ass.

He hums “yeah, yeah I’m close” he mumbles into the top of your head, fingers digging into the skin of yours hips so hard you know it’ll bruise “want you to cum on me, but- but can I cum inside?” he babbles, whiney, bordering on begging.

You nods frantically into his chest, heaving out a breathy string of ‘yesyesyesyes’ until you’re cumming around him, your body stilling, clenching around him as he cums as well. It’s the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced, white hot burning through your veins, your eyes rolling so far back you can see your skull, nails digging into his biceps so harshly you make him bleed. The way he pulses, twitching, loading you completely full of himself. It almost feels like it’ll never stop, creaming out around the base of his cock, covering your raw puffy lips in a mix of his seed and your wetness.

As if on cue, pounding comes from your door, making the both of you jump, heads whipping to it in panic “We’ve got serial killers to kill!” Tara’s voice shouts, and the both of you face each other in surprise, bursting out into a fit of laughter.

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wongyuseokie · 11 months

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The Taste of Metal & You | l.c

Summary: Your boyfriend got his lip pierced and wants to know if you can feel it when he’s laying with his head between your thighs.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕smut | ♥︎ completed

Word Count: 721 words

Pairing: Lee Chan x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AU(s): Smut, Fluff, PWP. Content Warnings: Mentions of piercings and needles, but it's very mild. Cute fluffy couple of moments, Chan being a smartass, but we love that. Let him feel powerful somewhere.

Smut Warnings: Oral (f receiving), face sitting, fingering. Hair tugging, scratching Dino’s very toned back. Unprotected sex (don’t do this irl). Cumming inside. Chan is on top (because, come on, he’s never on top otherwise). Creampie. Authors Note 1: Thank you to @kwanisms for the title!! and a big thank you to @kthpurplesyou & @the-boy-meets-evil for looking over this and beta'ing it for me!

“Chan.”

“Y/N.”

“When did you do that?” You asked, pointing at your boyfriend's handsome face, where a shiny new piercing adorned his soft lips.

“Oh, so I enjoyed wearing the fake piercing so much. I just got a real one,” Chan replied smugly.

“Did it hurt?”

“When I fell from heaven?”

“You’re impossible. Did the piercing hurt?” You clarified, narrowing your eyes at him.

“A tad bit, the healing wasn’t fun, but it’s all good now,” Chan responded cooly as he laid down on the bed next to you, his hand immediately finding your bare thighs.

“I wonder,” Chan said aloud and leaned forward to kiss your bare thigh, making you jolt in surprise.

“Mm, I like that reaction,” Chan said smugly.

“I wonder, how would you react if you could feel the piercing somewhere else?” Chan wondered out loud, and you turned to glare at him.

“Stop with the riddles. What do you mean?” You asked.

“Sit on my face,” Chan stated casually, making you choke on air.

“What?”

“You know what I mean. Sit on my face, pretty girl,” Chan repeated as he adjusted himself on the bed, waiting for you. You bit your lip for a second before peeling off your clothes and panties to comply with his request.

You licked your lips in anticipation as you placed your thighs on either side of his head, his lips immediately latching onto your aching clit.

“Fuck,” you gasped.

“Oh, we can do that later, too,” Chan mumbled, and you tugged on his hair harder, making him groan and smirk into your pussy, as he continued his movements.

Chan moved his hands around your ass to help push you further onto his face, and you laced your hands into his hair as his tongue worked wonders on your cunt. You could only whimper and groan as he licked your clit, using his teeth gently to graze the swollen nub. Chan moved his lips against your pussy again, and this time you gasped, feeling the cold metal rub along your swollen folds.

“Oh my god, that felt so good!” You moaned in pleasure.

Hearing you moan was enough for Chan as he intensified his movements, pushing his tongue into your cunt, while he moved his hand to your clit.

“Fuck!” You wailed as he ate you out while his finger rubbed slow circles on your clit. Itfinally pushed you over the edge, making you cum and scream in pleasure, your toes curling and eyes squeezing shut as you rode your orgasm on his tongue.

You rolled off his face and sat next to him, leaning down to place a kiss on his lips, moaning as you tasted your release on his lips.

“Can you please fuck me?” You mumbled against his lips, making him smile into the kiss.

“At least you said please,” Chan joked as he moved to peel his clothes off and kneeled between your thighs. He moved quickly, giving his hardened length a few pumps before pushing into you.

“Fuck,” you moaned in approval as your hands immediately moved to his back, your nails gently grazing the skin there. Moans and sighs kept leaving your lips as he pounded into you, his hand moving to find your swollen clit and rubbing the bundle of nerves, making you clench and eventually cum around him.

“Fuck,” Chan growled as he felt you tighten around him, leaning down on his forearms, his hands finding your face as he pulled you in for a soft kiss and kept fucking you. A few more hard thrusts and you felt Chan groan, burying his face in your neck as he came, his warmth filling you up.

“Fuck,” you gasped as he slowly pulled out of you and pulled you into his arms.

“Good?” Chan asked.

“Good. But I’m not focused too much on how the piercing felt. You just were so good I nearly forgot,” you admitted shyly.

“That’s okay, I can spend all night between your thighs, and you can tell me when you feel it.”

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pastry's girl (papaya problems - part 2)

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continuation of papaya problems (part 1).

Lando x reader, Oscar x reader (4.3k words)

summary: dating lando is not the worst thing that’s ever happened to you. until it is. oscar’s there to pick up the pieces.

warnings: cheating (not by reader), just the teensiest bit of smut (lol finally did it, nothing too explicit), angst, mild violence, colorful language, evil lando (i promise i love him irl)

pastry’s girl

There is, mercifully, a two-week break between Monaco and Canada. Several times, George invited the entire gaming squad over to his place (probably to show off how nice it was—and sometimes his cooking skills, which Oscar had to admit lived up to the hype). One night, they played a heated round of Call of Duty which resulted in a drunken Alex locking Lando inside of a massive pantry…and Lando drinking a fifty-year-old bottle of Cabernet in the wine cooler within. George had kicked Lando out for the night, rolling his eyes as he called his driver and asked him to please remove this miscreant from my residence. The rest of them fell asleep in various empty rooms around his massive house.

Oscar rubbed his eyes the next morning as he made his way to the kitchen, following the scent of pancakes that George was undoubtedly conjuring up.

“Well, don’t you look pretty today,” he heard George say.

“Thanks!” she chirped.

Oscar stopped dead in his tracks.

Wow. Her hair had been freed from its normal messy bun; soft, shiny waves cascaded down her back. She was wearing—not a dress, exactly, but a dusty blue top with scalloped sleeves and a neckline that plunged so deeply he felt a little like hyperventilating, flowing seamlessly into shorts that had the same lacy hem.

Oscar decided in that moment that dusty blue was his favorite color.

She turned to face him, and he saw her eyes, fringed with coal black lashes, widen. Her pink, glossy lips parted in a smile. As devastating as ever.

Oscar swallowed hard. “You look—” he forbade himself from glancing at her long, tanned legs, or that illegal neckline, “—really nice. What’s the occasion?”

“I have a date later,” she announced proudly.

“Oh,” he squeaked.

George’s eyes burned a hole in the back of Oscar’s neck.

“Lucky bloke,” Alex jumped in, casually raising a mug to his lips.

“More like,” George said, “who’s the lucky bloke?”

She blushed. Oscar stared at the ground. “Lando.”

Alex choked, spraying coffee everywhere. “Lando? Like, our Lando? McLaren Lando?” he spluttered.

“What are you gonna say next, McLaren Racing, thirteen-time podium holder, British Formula One driver Lando Norris?” George mocked, making all of them laugh.

“That is so weird,” Alex complained. Then he noticed the hurt look on her face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” he quickly backpedaled. “Just more that Lando would never just ask someone out. He’s more of the type to just drunkenly hit on a girl in a bar, you know?”

“It’s okay,” she said with a shrug. “You’re right, he doesn’t seem like the most…romantic type.”

“Well,” George said, “I say good for you. You’re killing it.” He flipped the last of the pancakes on top of a neat stack, slid the plate smoothly towards Oscar, and patted her on the head as he left the kitchen. Alex trotted after him, the filthy traitor, leaving Oscar alone with her.

Last season, Oscar had been engaged in a rather physical match of football against Logan, Alex, and Lando, when Logan had kicked the ball way too aggressively, and it had shot out and hit Oscar right below his ribcage. Naturally, it had knocked the wind out of him, and a few of his ribs were bruised for ages.

He felt a lot like that right now.

Her eyes roamed his face. “You okay?” she asked uncertainly.

No. I’m really not okay. Even though I knew this was coming.

“Yeah,” he said, forcing a smile. “I’m excited for you.”

She twirled a piece of hair around her pointer finger. Anxiously, Oscar thought. He watched her thin gold ring with a tiny jeweled flower set into it, flashing as she spun her finger around and around. “You know what Alex said?” she asked, frowning a little. “Do…do you think it’s true?”

Oscar sighed. Part of him wanted to tell her, Yes, it’s true. That’s just how Lando Norris operates. He doesn’t know how to commit, he’s always just looking for a good time, and he could think you’re hot even if you have absolutely nothing in common. But he knew he’d be a pretty shitty person if he said that, a terrible friend to the only person he truly had in McLaren—his own teammate. And as much as he hated to admit it, part of it would be out of selfishness.

So he tried to keep his face as impassive as possible as he responded, “What I can tell you is that Lando does really like you. And he knows you better than any girl he’d just meet in a bar.” He took a deep breath. “And if he means it in the slightest, he better treat you like it.”

She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Thanks, Oscar.”

You had suggested to Lando something chill, something low-key, for your first date, but he would have none of it. He takes you to dinner, a fancy French bistro where you definitely used the wrong fork at least a few times. He compliments your outfit, tells you that you look gorgeous and sexy and how-could-he-be-so-lucky. Then he takes you in his Spider—it’s custom, he says with a grin—to Jimmy’z, a luxurious nightclub illuminated by neon circles in the ceiling, moving strobes encircling a massive disco ball smack in the center. He brings you whatever drink you ask for, twirls you around on the dance floor, even whispers to the DJ to request your favorite song. He doesn’t get drunk, not in the way you were scared he might.

At the end of the night, he kisses you, tasting faintly of Jack Daniels, and you think his lips feel a little sloppy, but nice. You watch him drive away in the Spider, wondering if Oscar ever did finish watching Killing Eve, wrapped up in his blanket like a burrito.

Juggling being both a pit crew member and a driver’s girlfriend is...interesting, to say the least. You beg Lando to keep it quiet, at least for a little, and he agrees reluctantly. Alex and George are a tougher sell, requiring several thinly veiled threats and a few pointed glares during close calls. You know inside, for some reason, that Oscar would never gossip about you two.

Lando does tell Andrea, the team principal, who you know absolutely dotes on Lando like a son. Like the golden boy of McLaren that he is. Andrea looks surprised when he meets you, tells you he’s glad Lando finally has what appears to be a “smart, levelheaded girlfriend.”

Lando takes you to more fancy dinners, more bars, clubs where he occasionally DJs. Once, he takes you golfing, laughs at how inept your swing is, guides your arms with his. You ask Lando if he’s seen Killing Eve; he’s never heard of it. He’s not the biggest TV guy, prefers to spend his time streaming on his Twitch. The dates are fun, you suppose, but some nights end in you quite literally dragging yourself into bed, totally spent after an entire evening trying to match Lando’s energy. You know Lando’s face wears a look of disappointment on those nights.

You still game with Alex, George, Lando, and Oscar, and things are…well, mostly normal. Alex and George bicker like they always used to; if anything, they gleefully snatch any opportunity to poke fun at the two of you, liberally making kissy faces and rude noises. You don’t mind that. Lando is touchy as hell, perpetually leaning against you or putting his head in your lap or kissing you on the cheek. You don’t mind that too much, either.

But Oscar is different. Oscar is not normal. He stops laughing at Lando’s jokes, stops laughing at George and Alex taunting you two. And eventually, something you dreaded the most: Oscar stops coming to game altogether.

On the third night in a row without any sign of him, you wait until Lando makes a mad dash for the bathroom before confronting George and Alex about Oscar’s absence.

Alex looks uncharacteristically grim. “I mean, what did you expect?” he asks. “He doesn’t want to see you two making eyes at each other over Rocket League.”

“He's not blaming you,” George cuts in quickly.

“I blame Lando Norris,” mutters Alex under his breath.

“Tell him to come back,” you plead. “If we’re being annoying and couple-y, we can—we will—stop.”

Alex smirks. “Tell that to Norris. You’re not the one being annoying and couple-y.”

“Listen,” George says, suddenly serious. “I know we were giving you a hard time about Oscar earlier this season, and to be totally fair, he’s not exactly the most forthcoming guy about his feelings. But it felt pretty obvious to us that he was into you, and Norris just snatched you up out of nowhere.”

Alex nods in agreement. “Oscar never talks about girls. Or at least never talked about them, until you came around. Norris on the other hand…I mean, by now I’m sure you know his reputation. So can you really blame us for feeling bad for the guy?”

Your heart sinks. It can’t be. You open your mouth to protest, but Lando comes barging back into the room right then, and plants a big kiss on your forehead as Alex makes gagging noises in the background.

There was no winning. Not for Oscar. He could sit there and watch Lando manhandle her on a weekly basis, or he could spend Tuesday nights wondering about what stupid joke of Alex’s she was laughing at, what new show she was raving about that Oscar would promptly Google (and sometimes binge) over the following race weekend. To the great credit of George and Alex, they still made the time to game with him, separate from the happy couple.

So when he crashed out at Silverstone on Lap 45, having taken a hit to his rear left from Esteban, even he was surprised at the string of swearwords that he spit into the team radio. (He was pretty sure that fucking-10-second-penalty-for-fucking-Ocon was among them.) The silence from his engineers told him that they were just as shocked by the normally mild-mannered driver. Oscar instantly regretted it; angry radios were a one-way ticket to Memeville. He didn’t know how Yuki and Max cursed with such abandon.

Lando finished P3, narrowly snatching a podium over a soulless Charles Leclerc, whose team robbed him of a crucial pit stop. Oscar watched him shake Lando’s hand, eyes devoid of any emotion, and privately felt a bitter kinship with the tortured Monégasque.

She had sprinted over to his car as soon as he had driven it into the pit lane, fretted over whether he was okay. Helped him out of the car. As the drivers milled around the paddock after the race, she slipped a bar of Cadbury Dairy Milk—his favorite—into his hand, and asked him to tell Lando that she had a bad headache and that she’d try to get to the hotel. Oscar nodded silently, handing her the keys to his driver’s room so she could at least take a nap in the meantime, watched her eyes light up in gratitude.

He begrudgingly relayed the information to Lando, who didn’t seem to register a word of what Oscar said as he raised his trophy victoriously, greeting his adoring British fans.

“Did you hear me?” Oscar growled. “She’ll be in my driver’s room. I told her you’d come see her as soon as you could.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Lando waved him away.

George and Alex walked over after the race and clapped Oscar on the back in sympathy; they’d both had their fair share of crashes on Silverstone. Sensing that Oscar was in no mood to celebrate, the three of them decided just to go get dinner post-race instead. They followed George down to the Mercedes motorhome to grab a set of keys when, almost simultaneously, the three of them all noticed a flash of papaya among the black-and-teal-clad Mercedes crew.

Oscar froze. The papaya was Lando. And he was pressing up against some Mercedes girl, her smiling, him caressing her teal collar. Oscar knew George and Alex were both gaping next to him. He turned away in disgust as Lando leaned down to press his lips onto the girl’s.

So he had been listening, after all.

“Oscar, wait,” Alex’s voice floated behind him as he stalked out of the Mercedes motorhome and towards his own.

“I’m not going to dinner,” he snapped.

“I know, mate,” said Alex sympathetically. “This whole thing is such shit, and Norris is a little bastard.”

George caught up. “Someone’s got to tell her, don’t you think?”

A wave of nausea hit Oscar. He could already picture the look on her face, see the disbelief and betrayal and heartbreak.

“Let me do it,” Alex said gently. “If she wants to shoot the messenger, way better me than you.”

Oscar swallowed. “She’s in my driver’s room,” he told Alex. “She probably will want to go back to the hotel, though, if you don’t mind—”

“Yeah, mate,” said Alex definitively. “I’ll take her where she wants to go. And I’ll let you know what happens.”

“Thanks, man.” He closed his eyes, rubbed his throbbing temples. He felt Alex touch his shoulder briefly, then disappear. When he finally opened his eyes again, George was looking at him, face lined with concern.

“We should go on a walk,” he said quietly, and stood up.

Oscar numbly followed his lead.

“Or not,” George muttered, as Lando and his entourage of McLaren staff—including Andrea—sauntered into the motorhome.

Lando’s face wore a look of gleeful triumph as he made his way towards the two of them. But Oscar saw a flicker of something else—smugness. I always win, it seemed to say. And better yet—I can get away with anything.

And it was that tiny, tiny flicker that compelled Oscar to step forward, raise his right arm, and smoothly drive his fist straight into Lando’s nose in one fluid motion.

The entire room went silent.

“What the FUCK, man?!” Lando screeched. He covered his nose with his hands. Blood seeped out from between this fingers.

“You had no right,” Oscar snarled viciously.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Lando hissed back.

“We saw you kiss her, you piece of shit. In broad fucking daylight. In the fucking Mercedes motorhome, of all places.”

Oscar expected Lando’s face to crumple, whether in genuine or feigned shame, but not to glare defiantly back.

“Yeah, that’s rich, coming from you,” Lando snapped.

“What?”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t know she was obsessed with you,” he sneered. “You’re just as much of an asshole to her as I am.”

“I’m not,” Oscar said, stunned. What did Lando mean, obsessed? After that night—he winced at the memory—it looked like she was doing everything she could to avoid Oscar. And then, Lando told him that he wanted to ask her out. So he’d kept his distance. Didn’t Lando see that?

“Oscar and Lando,” Andrea said sternly. “I’ll be seeing you two in the office. Now.”

Oscar stared back at Lando unflinchingly.

“I did it for you,” he spat, before following Andrea to the back of the motorhome.

“MY drivers,” Andrea fumed. “MY FORMULA ONE drivers, punching each other out in MY motorhome! Would somebody care to explain what the hell happened out there?”

Both Lando and Oscar stared at the floor.

“Yeah, about that,” said George, somehow having invited himself into the meeting. “Sooooo….Lando here decided to suck face with one of the staff over at Mercedes while his girlfriend is dying of a headache back in the driver’s room.”

Andrea’s nostrils flared.

“Did I mention his girlfriend?” George added, clearly trying to get a point across.

Andrea stalked around his desk and leaned in, face close to Oscar’s. He’d never seen Andrea this mad before, and he had to admit, he was a tad afraid of what the principal might do to him.

He squinted. “Did you put your weight behind it?”

“Excuse me?” Oscar said, not sure if he heard correctly.

“Did you put your weight behind it, Piastri?” Andrea repeated impatiently.

“Uh, yes, sir.”

Andrea gave a singular heaving sigh, rubbing his hands together. “Well. Alright then.” And he gestured for the three of them to leave his office with a flourish.

In your hotel room, the only source of light comes from your laptop, which is playing The Art of Racing in the Rain. Despite it being a tearjerker of a movie, you always felt compelled to reach for it whenever your own life felt like it was crumbling into dust.

Denny is taking Enzo for a run in the rain when your phone lights up with a text.

Oscar Hey Alex told me he brought you back to the hotel Me yeah he did

Alex had been incredibly kind as he broke the news to you, wiping your tears with the sleeve of his undersuit, borrowing a Williams staff car to drive you back to your hotel instead of calling you an Uber, buying you a little pack of extremely overpriced hotel Advil for your headache. He asked you if you wanted to be with anyone. You briefly considered the people you knew on staff, the drivers, thought about whether any of them could make you feel…if not better, at least comfortable.

But really, there was only one answer.

Oscar Can I come in?

And for only the second time ever, you open your door to Oscar standing there. As soon as you see him, gazing at you with the most heartbreaking sadness in his eyes, you start to cry.

“Shhh,” he says, wrapping his arms around you. “Let’s sit down.”

You nod, sniffling, and Oscar eases the door closed behind him, joins you on the bed.

“Art of Racing,” he notes quietly. “It’s a good movie.”

You admit that it’s your go-to sad film. Oscar offers up an arm, and you slide in next to him, letting him wrap it around your shoulders.

“Thanks for coming.” Your voice is shaky.

Oscar gives you a light squeeze. “I’ll always come,” he whispers.

You sit there, side by side, watching Enzo’s golden ears flap in the wind of Denny’s racecar. Oscar orders food, and as you pull a slice of Hawaiian-without-the-pineapple from the box, watching the cheese stretch into thin strings, you wonder how things could have changed so much since the last time you ate pizza together. Before everything went so terribly, horribly wrong.

“Are you tired?” Oscar asks you a few hours later. Killing Eve is playing on the TV, even though you’ve both watched the whole show now. Just background noise. It's what you need. You’re lying on his arm, face nestled between his neck and chest. Not unlike the morning you woke up to him.

“I don’t know if I can sleep tonight,” you admit. “So feel free to go back if you want to go to bed.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Oscar says, gently but insistently. Warmth fills your body at his words, which gives way to longing. You want closer. You want him. You press yourself against his chest, angle your jaw upwards, closer to his lips…

And Oscar pulls away, his body suddenly rigid.

An icy chill pours into your stomach, supplanting the warmth that had filled your body just a moment earlier.

“It’s my fault,” mumbles Oscar, barely comprehensible.

What? “What are you talking about?” you eke out.

“George’s kitchen,” he says.

You shiver, feeling like you’re in a dark cave, and Oscar’s holding the sole flashlight between the two of you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Oscar.”

“In Monaco. I told you that Lando likes you. I told you that you should go out with Lando.”

Your heart twists. “Oscar,” you say fiercely, “you can’t blame yourself for that.”

He just shakes his head.

“It’s only Lando’s fault,” you insist. “And honestly…I shouldn’t have gone out with him in the first place. I didn’t feel it...for him.”

“Lando came up to me one day,” Oscar says slowly. “He asked me about you, about that night I slept over. He asked how I’d feel about him asking you out…”

The ice climbs up your arms, down to your fingers that are still touching Oscar’s jawline. You wrench them away, knowing what's coming.

“And you told him you’re okay with it,” you whisper dejectedly. You understand now.

You need to tell him.

“Oscar…all this time, you’ve been so sweet and kind and caring…” You furiously blink back the fresh tears gathering in the crevices of your eyes. “And since basically day one, I’ve just been letting myself read into it, letting myself think that you weren’t just being nice. I let myself think that you wanted me…because I wanted you.”

Oscar’s eyes widen. He looks almost fearful, you think.

“And when Lando asked me out, I said yes thinking that dating him…would help me get over you,” you continue. The tears have long since started streaming down your face; it’s all you can do to stop your voice from shaking. “To get over how badly I wanted you, but you never wanted me��”

You gasp as Oscar grabs you roughly by the waist, a stark contrast to the gentle arm around the shoulders earlier. He presses his body right up against yours, and what you feel on him—on his body—may well be lighting you on fire.

“Look at me,” he says. A shiver runs down your spine. “I said, look at me,” he repeats, more forcefully.

You obey, looking into his eyes, and are met with something so raw and ferocious, so unlike the Oscar that you've known, that you’re afraid you’re going to faint.

“Still think I don’t want you?” Oscar asks in a low voice.

A small choke escapes your throat. Wordlessly, you bring your hand back up to his jaw, tracing the bottom edge of his lips.

Oscar needs no more invitation. He seals the chasm between you.

His mouth explores yours, tentatively at first, then hungrily. Your lips part as a breath hitches in your throat, and Oscar uses the opportunity to slip his tongue in between them. His hand slides up your back from your waist, around your neck, then dances around your jaw. You play with that perfect, smooth wave of hair near his temples with one hand, feel the tension in the muscles of his shoulders, his back, his abs with the other. Playing with the hem of his white t-shirt.

As soon as he feels your fingers graze his stomach, Oscar breaks the kiss, looking at you imploringly with those beautiful brown eyes.

“If you’re okay with it,” you whisper.

Oscar answers by tugging the shirt over his head, letting it dangle from his fingers, landing with a soft thud on the floor. He leans in again, but his lips are now everywhere besides your lips—your neck, tracing your collarbone, moving up your jaw. An involuntary hiss escapes you as he takes your earlobe between them. The sound seems to energize Oscar, his own breathing growing ragged as he slips the silky straps of your top down your shoulders and kisses you dangerously low on your chest, thumbs brushing little circles on them, making you whimper.

“Tell me when you want me to stop,” he murmurs into the fabric.

You never want him to stop. You need all of him, need him like a wilting plant needs water, like a blazing fire needs oxygen.

You have no idea…

You shake your head, and all restraint is gone. Oscar makes up for all the ground he’d been holding back on, with his hands, with his lips.

…how long I’ve been waiting…

You pull off his shorts, sigh as he reciprocates. There’s not a stitch of clothing left in between your bodies.

…for you to be here.

One more pleading look, one more fervent nod, and Oscar, so tender even in the middle of an aching, desperate storm, finally closes the gap.

Freckles. Three of them. But there’s no t-shirt this time.

“Wake up, sleepy,” you whisper.

Oscar stirs. “You must have mistaken me for your pillow,” he says, smiling at you. Your stomach flutters.

“I hope you didn’t mind,” you tell him. He laughs, pulls you fully into a hug, kisses you gently on the top of your head.

“So, I got an interesting text from George yesterday…” you trail off.

“Uh oh,” Oscar says.

You show him your phone, where George had outlined the events that took place in the motorhome in great detail.

“I can’t believe you socked him,” you say, a little incredulously.

Oscar rolls his eyes. “I’m not proud of it, doesn't mean he didn't deserve it.”

Then he sees something on your screen, and grabs your phone. “Wait a sec.”

Me i asked alex to ask oscar to come to the hotel is that bad George Russell Nah. You’re Pastry’s girl. Always have been, always will be. 😏

“I didn’t come up with that nickname,” you protest, blushing. “In fact, I told George to stop calling me that ages ago.”

“Pastry’s girl,” Oscar muses. “Pastry’s girl…I gotta say, I like the sound of that.”

And the sound of his laughter as he scoops you into his arms is, really, as sweet as pastries.

notes:

just realized how real of homies george and alex are…like they also totally get involved with charles in jealousy jealousy 😭 i’m highkey procrastinating on the george x alex fic bc i will not settle for anything less than stellar w those two…

the scene where andrea starts to chew them out? fully stolen from grey’s anatomy, of all places 😂

10 second penalty for ocon

chuck leclerc is soulless fr

yuki and max raging on team radio

part 1 here! more fics here!

#f1 #formula one #f1 fanfic #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x you #lando norris #lando norris x you #oscar piastri x reader #lando norris x reader #op81 #ln4 #thank you to the two dms i got asking for a sequel and my inability to sit down and work on my one long george x alex fic #i will atone for my actions with a fluffy lando fic i promise

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candles - eddie munson

day 5 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw +18 nsfw. pet names. bruises they had rough sex the night before. clit play. unprotected p in v, be smart irl. tiny bit of somnophilia, r wakes up before anything happens and it's all consensual. established relationship.

When Eddie comes home from work, he sees how the trailer park is covered by an aura of darkness and cold. He gets into the trailer as fast as he can and finds you in his bed.

You are lying down, blankets wrapped around your body while the candles around the room light up your sleepy face. Outside is so eerie, however he feels so comfortable here, with you. The warmth of the candles hugs him, but there is something Eddie has been craving since his day started, you.

As the gentleman he is, he doesn’t wake you up. Instead, he climbs up from the end of the bed to get close to you, slowly pulling the sheets and blankets off. He grins at the sight of you wearing one of his big sweatshirts and your naked legs pressed together.

He rubs his hands together to warm them up and slowly part your legs open. Eddie gasps as he watches the slight bruises on your skin, carefully rubbing his fingers around them.

You wake up, thanks to a cold breeze of air hitting your body. You find Eddie sitting between your legs, his lips parted and his browns forming a frown.

“Eds? Are you okay baby?”

“Did I do this to you?”

“Oh, baby”

Last night’s sex was rough, more than other times. Eddie got too caught up in the moment, and honestly, you did too. His fingers dug into your skin so hard while he was eating you up, trying to keep your legs open as you moaned his name like a prayer.

“It happens, baby. There’s nothing wrong, you don’t have to worry about it because I like it”

He looks at you, his worried face switches as his pupils grow and you see that lust shining in his eyes.

“You like how I mark you up?” he asks, rubbing the insides of your thighs gently.

“Yes. Very much” you whisper, goosebumps rising in your arms as he gets his hands under your (his) sweatshirt to take it off of you. “You can do it again, I don’t mind”

“Who knew you were such a bad girl, huh?

“I’m not bad! I just think I look more pretty when you mark me up”

Eddie starts to kiss your bruises, soft lips dancing around your thighs. He takes his time, leaving pecks on every part of your naked skin, stopping on your tummy to leave wet and sloppy kisses. Your back arches a tiny bit, as you yearn for your body to touch his.

“You do look pretty when I mark you up” he murmurs against your skin, working his cold lips against your warmth until he kisses the pool of wetness on your panties. “But I gotta be gentle with you today”

“Oh, okay” A soft moan escapes from your lips, feeling your boyfriend’s impatient fingers play around the waist of your panties. Pulling them down and helping you get out of them, he starts by giving your pussy a little kiss.

Your body shakes as he works you up with his tongue, collecting your wetness and teasing your little bundle of nerves with slow kitty licks.

“Baby, baby-” you whine.

“Shhh, baby I told you I’ll be gentle with you” Eddie taps the sides of your thighs with his fingers, caressing your legs while he begins to suck your puffy and needy clit. Your back arches a little more, grinding his face. "You always taste so fucking good"

When he stops, he looks at you with his shiny eyes, his lips swollen with a mix of your juices and saliva. You watch his perfect curls bob against his face as he takes his pants and boxers off, leaving his huge cock out already leaking with precum.

“Please please I need you” Your soft whines make Eddie’s cock twitch.

“I know sweetheart, I know”

He gets fully on top of you, his chest bumping with your breasts and your sticky bodies pressed against each other perfectly, as pieces of a puzzle. One of his arms holds him in place while his other arm passes underneath you, to hold your back as you let yourself melt against his touch.

One of your hands finds his cock, holding it to press against your entrance. You rub the tip teasingly against your core after Eddie moves his hips to get inside you.

“God, honey” He feels your warm walls against his cock, as you take all of him so well. “That’s it, that’s my baby”

When you take all of him, he starts to move his hips slowly. Thrusting against you with delicacy, each one of his movements so soft and dreamy.

“Pretty, pretty” he coos, his open mouth against your jaw. His warm breath hits your neck as he hides his face. “Doing so well, baby”

“Baby, baby” you moan, hugging his waist with your legs while your hands play with his curls.

“I love you, I love you so much”

“I love you too, baby”

That night Eddie makes love to you, making you cum harder than ever. While the shiny gold ring waits for you at the bottom of his drawer.

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hello from the hallowoods dashboard simulator

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I'm not ready for my spotify wrapped to just be stonemaiden. like i get it spotify i know i'm gay

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dang this is crazy. i thought wildfire smoke was bad but what the fuck is this????

🌅 nerdy-tragedy-theorist Follow

well according to color theory

🌅 nerdy-tragedy-theorist Follow

never mind i've got nothing

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⚡ evil-electrician Follow

friendly reminder to stop spreading misinformation about the black water! people are saying that it brings people and animals back to life but that's not exactly true! although their body may be back, they're not the same person and they will likely become violent and dangerous. please stay inside and be really careful what you and your pets eat or drink.

🐈‍⬛ cats-not-capitalism Follow

fuck you op i'm keeping my undead cat

⚡ evil-electrician Follow

good luck keeping your fingers

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eccentricelina-deactivated04232030

i must not go to sleep in the lake today. afternoon nap is the mind killer

eccentricelina-deactivated04232030

mmmmmm cozy

eccentricelina-deactivated04232030

where is my skin

eccentricelina-deactivated04232030

going back to sleep honk shoooooo

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reblog this post to go north with the person you reblogged this from

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The Botulus Corporation is with you during this difficult time. Join our happy dreaming family where you and your loved ones will be safe from the rain. Tumblr users get 30% off on a Dreaming Box subscription!

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🌿 shiny-wolf-tragedy Follow

it fucken rainny

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love that they'll be a literal apocalyse and tumblr users will just make memes. never change tumblr

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👁️‍🗨️ the-magnus-brotocol

choosing between the irl amazing digital circus or probably fucking dying was not on my 2030 bingo card but okay

👁️‍🗨️ the-magnus-brotocol

at this point i just gotta expect that if the year is divisible by 10 then something terrible will happen

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🐺 werewolves-are-hot

hey do you think i can get a real werewolf boyfriend now that monsters are real

🐺 werewolves-are-hot

any cute werewolf boyfriends in this part of the woods

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🌷 pleasant-arcade-land

oh man it's been a couple months since I last updated this fanfic huh! so I just drank some black water by accident and now I have a few extra fingers, and honestly that took some getting used to, but it's actually pretty convenient now and is really helpign me get more words in lol im still here writing homestuck fanfic in 2030 hehehehehe anyway new chapter here

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so, it looks like tumblr might be dying soon due to, well, *gestures wildly.* You'll have to kill me before I join Twitter now that the Botulus Corporation bought it (and no, I am not calling it B, that is just stupid) so if you want to hear from me you will simply need to look out for passenger pigeons. in the meantime, ill be here until tumblr straight up dies and i have a crying session about it

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we do not grieve ice when it melts, or celebrate the sapling when it rises from the soil. they just are. life and death and rebirth are one constant state. and without change, there would be nothing to watch

⚔️ sword-lesbian-enthusiast

add that to the list of banger quotes from tumblr memes

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#my post #hfth #hfthw #hello from the hallowoods #unreality #fake post #hfth spoilers

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shinypokemonshowdown · 3 months

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I don't know if anyone has mentioned this before, but Caterpie and Metapod are based on the caterpillar and chrysalis of the spicebush swallowtail butterfly. . . And their shinies are also based on color variations of their IRL counterparts!

The spicebush swallowtail caterpillar turns bright yellow right before pupation. The chrysalis is (usually) formed on a branch and thus camouflages as a leaf, and it turns either green or brown based on the seasonal lighting conditions! If it pupates in the summer, it will match the live, green leaves. If it pupates in the fall (in the part of its range with cold winters), it will be a chrysalis until the spring and, since green would stick out like a sore thumb, it turns brown to match the dead leaves!

So the yellow Caterpie and rusty orange Metapod reflect those color changes. :) Some of the most meaningful shinies out there, really!

(I would add pictures but I can't on anon, but if you look it up, you can find images of the differences in color pretty easily.)

Woe! I never new that, that's super cool. I love when shinies have irl connections

#not a poll

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daisyvisions · 1 year

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Screw It In Tight - (j.b)

Summary: Just a normal day to go to the car shop and get yours repaired. Nothing out of the ordinary right? Well… not really. Your mechanic looks too hot for his own good. Will you be able to control your raging hormones around each other?

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), mechanic!Jacob, strangers to lovers, unprotected sex (be safe irl!), clothed sex, major creampie, fingering, orgasm denial, French kissing, groping, teasing, pet name (sweetheart)

A/N: Happy Birthday to our heaven-sent Jacob! I had fun writing this and really felt in my element. Okay I mentioned there's a crotch zipper in the overall I know that's not how overalls work but fuck it HAHA enjoy 😘

On a fine Saturday afternoon, your dad tasked you with bringing his car to the shop to have it repaired. For a while, the car had been having trouble starting properly, taking a few tries to get the engine running before you could drive out.

In the middle of driving, it would make strange jittery sounds, making the car ride to the auto shop pretty nerve-wracking. Luckily, you made it there in one piece.

As soon as you parked and got out of the car, you saw a pair of denim-covered legs wheeled under another car. You walked towards the figure, suspecting that this was the person you needed to talk to about your car troubles.

“Uh, excuse me? I'm here to get my car fixed,” you asked. As soon as you finished, the mechanic wheeled himself out from under, pulling himself up.

He was all sweaty, hands covered in grease, wearing nothing under his denim overalls. His muscles all big and shiny from the sheen of sweat from the heat. He looked like he came straight out of an erotic novel.

Oh dear god…

“Hey, what can I help you with, sweetheart?” his melodic voice snapped you back from your trance. This can't be real…

“I-uh. I-I'm here to get my dad's car f-fixed,” you repeated yourself, stuttering like a fool.

“You're my 2 o'clock?” he questioned, wiping the sweat on his forehead and draping the hand towel on his shoulder.

“Yeah I'm yours. Ah- wait. No, I meant I'm your 2 o'clock”. You internally panicked as your cheeks started becoming warm. Your eyes tried to look somewhere for a moment other than his.

Get a fucking grip, you mentally cursed yourself.

“Uh-huh…” his eyes quickly checked you out before subtly licking his lips and smiling. Amused at how a pretty thing like you was all nervous.

“W-why do you ask?” you questioned as your eyes glued to your shoes.

“I was expecting the middle-aged man I was on the phone with to appear-” he paused while walking up to you and stopping just enough to have a proper distance in-between you two.

You looked up at him as soon as you saw his shoes in your peripheral. Oh, god, he's even more handsome up close.

“-but this is much better.” He smiled, making your knees buckle. He stuck out his hand in front of you. “I'm Jacob.” You reached out to shake his hand and told him your name in return.

He swore he's never heard a name sweeter than yours, repeating it back to you so he could remember how smoothly it rolls off his tongue.

“Okay, let's see the damage…” He clapped his hands together before going over to your car.

After a few minutes looking at the car parts in question, he closed the hood of the car and smiled back at you.

“Alright, so it's not that bad. Just need to adjust a few parts, then you can be on your way. I can get this done in a few hours, as soon as you get back,” he said.

“Oh-uh, okay,” you shyly replied. There was a quick awkward silence between you two.

“… well, if you don't have anything to do while waiting, you wanna keep me company instead?”

“I've never fixed a car before…” you replied.

“That's alright, sweetheart. You don't have to do the work. Just sit there and continue looking pretty for me while you hand me the tools. Sound good?” he smiled.

You instantly blushed from the compliment. He called you pretty.

You nodded in response as you seemed to forget what words were in that moment.

“Let's get to it then!”

Staying to “help” Jacob wasn't as bad as you thought. The more time passed by, the more you were getting to know each other better. From recent TV shows, music, literally anything under the sun. In-between, you would even ask him the different parts of the engine you see, and he happily explained.

You also noticed how being warm and gentle comes naturally to him every time he would give you a smile or laugh at something you said. Oh, you were starting to fall. Was this normal?

“So what got you into fixing cars?” you asked.

“Well, my uncle would always call me to either hand him tools or just watch while he would fix the car. Then one day he actually let me fix a car on my own, and I guess it just came naturally to me,” he shrugged while hovering over the open hood and tightening a loose screw inside.

“Would you be able to teach me sometime?” You smiled at him. He looked over his shoulder and smiled back, making your heart pound against your chest.

“Wanna try now?” he looked at you with excitement in his eyes.

“I don't know…”

“It's okay. I'll guide you. Come here.” He motioned his hand.

You slowly got off from the stool you were sitting on and walked towards him. He instantly handed you the wrench and walked behind you.

“You see that bolt there?” He pointed out the part in question, his other free hand lightly resting on your waist. You felt the warmth of his body radiating behind you. His voice was a little too close to your ear, making your spine shiver.

“Y-yeah…” you gulped.

“Just tighten that using the wrench, and we'll be done for the day.”

“Really? Just this last bit?” you looked over your shoulder to face him. His face was closer to you than you anticipated.

“Yeah! I'll let you finish the job.” He grinned.

You turned back quickly before he could see you blush like a little schoolgirl and did what he said. As you screwed the bolt in, you let out a very faint grunt that nearly sounded like a moan.

You felt his fingers press further into your waist and heard him mumble something under his breath that you couldn't catch.

“Is this good?” you asked.

He leaned his other hand forward to where you were holding the wrench, making his body push against yours as his bulge nestled in-between your ass.

“Tighter.” He whispered in your ear.

Your eyes nearly rolled back from the vibrations of his deep voice coursing through your body, attempting to ignore the slight throb in your cunt as you tightened the bolt until it was firmly set in its place.

“There!” you exclaimed.

“Good job, sweetheart.” He purred in your ear.

“T-thank you….” You felt your hands clamming up. You were ready to dash out of this place before you embarrass yourself any further.

Before things started getting awkward, you both took a step back so Jacob could finally close the hood of the car. You handed him back the wrench, and he walked towards his table to set it down.

As you wiped the sweat on your cheek, Jacob called out your name. The moment you turned around, he saw a small bit of grease on your cheek and chuckled before walking back to you with a clean hand towel.

“What's so funny?” You smiled back at him.

“You got a little something there.” He pointed to your cheek. But before you could react, he took the towel from his hand and wiped it gently for you.

Your breath hitched at the close proximity of his face with yours. You could feel his breath lightly fanning on your lips. Your mind was getting dizzy just from smelling his cologne mixed with his sweat.

His eyes shifted to yours after wiping the stain on your cheek. He felt the same electricity you felt. Your eyes glimmering naturally, putting him into some kind of trance the more he stared into them.

Without realizing it, he cupped the side of your cheek with his hand and leaned closer, his bottom lip grazing yours. You gasped at the light friction.

“Is this okay?” He whispered into your mouth.

You nodded as he finally leaned in to kiss you. You started wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his hands pulled you closer by the waist. You kissed each other as if you've done it before. Your lips fitting perfectly together like a puzzle piece.

As soon as you opened your mouth in between the kiss, Jacob didn't hesitate to snake his tongue inside. The wet muscle tried to explore the taste of you as you whimpered from the way it moved inside your mouth.

You returned the gesture, doing the same thing. Tongues molding into one another as he let out a groan. This continued for a moment until you both stopped to catch your breath.

He immediately spun you around and pressed your hips against the hood of the car, holding your waist in place as he pressed his hard on against your ass. His other hand brushed the hair on your neck aside as he litters your skin with kisses and light bites.

“Not gonna lie, sweetheart, the moment I saw you enter, I knew I was a goner..s'fucking pretty…” he mumbled against your skin, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear. His hands started traveling towards your chest, squeezing the flesh of your tits as he continued to kiss your neck.

You continued to whimper from the sensations of his warm mouth and hands on you. Massaging your breasts and pinching your sensitive buds through your blouse. His hand let go of one of your breasts and rubbed the curve of your ass with his palm before he snaked it under your skirt.

His fingers immediately rubbed your folds through your soaking underwear. You felt his lips smirk against your neck.

“So fucking wet. This all for me, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Uh-huh…” you moaned out. Proper words becoming non-existent at this point.

You felt him push your underwear to the side, immediately dipping his middle finger inside your wet hole. He didn't take his time as he pumped his digit in and out of you. Hearing the squelch of your cunt, sending his cock to throb, the front of his boxers starting to become wet just like yours.

“M-more Jacob. Pleaaaseee….” you begged. He added another finger, pistoning them inside you like there's no tomorrow.

“Baby, I'm so hard for you- shit…” he groaned against your ear as he started curling his fingers inside you. He felt you getting close to your high as your moans started slurring and your velvety walls clenched his digits tighter. As you felt yourself at the very edge of your orgasm, he immediately pulled his fingers out.

“Wait-no!” you panted.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I really wanna feel you cum around my cock. Is that okay?” he asked.

“O-okay…” you mumbled.

You started hearing the front of his overalls unzip behind you. He shoved his fingers inside your mouth, letting you taste your sweet juices as he pulled out his incredibly hard and heavy cock from his boxers.

He gave his cock a few pumps before pressing his leaking tip into your hole.

“F-fuckkkk” now it's his turn to stutter. It's only the tip of his cock inside, and you already felt so warm and tight for him, knowing he won't be lasting long as soon as he pushes his whole length inside you.

You didn't even have time to see what his cock looks like. But you could definitely feel it pushing all the way inside you, stretching you out so good.

Oh, he's a thick one.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he checked up on you.

“M-move…” and just like that, he started pounding his cock inside you. Burying himself so deep to make the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.

He wrapped his arm around your neck, flushing your back against his as he continued to drag his heavy cock in and out of your walls. The sounds of skin slapping and mixed juices squelching making lose his mind. His balls slapping against your ass as he gives you hard and deep thrusts.

“I-I don't think I can last long, sweetheart. I'm so close…” he groaned.

“C-cum with me.” you whined.

“Where?” he pants. His cock throbbing inside you as he aches for his release.

“Inside. Please, inside!” He let out a guttural groan as soon as he explodes inside you. His cock throbbing and twitching as he keeps cumming inside you. The type of load that is bound to rush out of your tiny hole quick the moment he pulls out.

He lightly kissed your neck to help you both calm down as he slowly pulled his cock out of you, making sure none of his cum dripped on your clothes or shoes.

“Stay there, I'll help you get cleaned up.” He tucks his member back inside his overalls before rushing to get a fresh warm towel to wipe you down with.

As soon as you're both done fixing yourselves, he hands you the keys and walks you over to your car. He lays his hand on top of yours as you reach for the door handle.

“Will… I be able to see you again?” he shyly asks, his eyes shimmering with hope. You place your index finger on your lips and tap them, pretending to look like you're in deep thought.

“Take me out on a date, and maybe you can.” You smile back at him. His heart instantly melts at that. He leans forward to kiss you one last time.

“Deal.”

“Hey kiddo, you're home late.” Your dad announces as soon as you close the front door.

“Uh- yeah, I decided to help the mechanic a little bit. You know, learn about cars.” You try to hold back a grin forming on your lips as you remember what had just happened to you a few moments earlier.

“That's good! So I believe you've met Jacob then?” your dad asks.

“Yeah, I did. He's very nice…” you smile.

“Good.” He replies. “You know… I think you should try going out with that fellow. He's a real gentleman. Might be your type.” Your dad suggests.

And that's when you chuckle. Your hot and steamy moment replaying in your mind,

“Yeah, a real gentleman alright…”

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sednas · 2 years

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𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄, 𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘

// feeding up my twisted sugar daddy fantasies here with fictional characters since (rich) men scare the shit out of me irl \\

⠀ૈ☆ ft. sugardaddy!gojo, sukuna, toji, nanami, geto x gn!reader

⠀ૈ☆ tw: sugar daddy theme, smut, alcohol, 'slut' used once, dumbification

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

pretty boy is in the fashion and/or cinema industry for sure

he loves to show you off during every events he has to attend to

he always has fun when you're by his side, teasing you the whole night or sending wide grin to every person who stares at him with jealousy

he's also slightly obsessed with you and your body

he loves to give you compliments, sometimes it's highly inappropriate tho

like the one time he growled "damn your ass is going to be the death of me" in his workplace, in a room full of people.

he's shameless

and like I said, he's obsessed, cornering you against a wall, whispering in your ear in a velvet voice only to make you shiver and smirking like a college boy when he succeeds in making you flustered

he takes you on vacation every chance he gets, he's honestly looking for an excuse to have you all for himself during at least one month

he wants you to fully depend on him, he will find every excuse to make you drop out college or quit your job

you don't need to make money, you have him

and you don't need to think when you make such a perfect cock sleeve

well, that escalated quickly isn't it?

gojo loves to tease you in public, it's when you're surrounded by pretentious people during a party that he's the most active

he gets you all wet and flustered just with his words and mindlessly plays with your hair for the rest of the night

sometimes he manages to control himself for the whole event, keeping his hands on him and only winking at you a few times

but, he doesn't most of the time.

the party barely even started that he has you already spread up against the shiny sink of the bathroom.

"shhh don't make a noise pretty, or they will hear you..." he whispered against your ear, grabbing your neck to lift your head so you could look at him in the mirror.

you felt him moving his hips, fucking you slowly from behind, dragging his dick inside of you so you could feel every inch of him. your hair was falling everywhere on your face, contrasting with how they were perfectly arranged back when the party started. but oh he loved the sight, seeing you absolutely ruined because of him. you whimpered weakly, trying to push yourself on his cock, hoping to make him move faster.

"patience baby, we've got all night." he cooed, making sure to slam his hips harshly against your ass at the end of his sentence just before going back to his agonizingly slow pace.

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

he is the boss of a big chain of tattoo and piercing stores

he's not that busy but he still pretends to be too occupied to spend time with you

he wants you needy and desperate so he waits until you're basically begging on your knees to have some attention

toxic piece of shit

even if sometimes he doesn't text you for a whole week he always makes sure to send you gifts

you receive your favorite flowers, stuffed animals, gorgeous clothes or... toys

have you already forgotten who we are talking about?

a pink vibrator packed in a pretty box with a little card where it's written "wait for me to try it (:"

isn't that sweet?

he likes to give you unexpected visits in the middle of the night, having the spare keys to the apartment he bought for you

you slowly woke up, feeling hands on your waist and a mouth placing wet kisses against your neck.

"hey, don't move." you immediately melted against his chest, hearing his deep voice behind your back, sending shivers down your whole body. he kept kissing your skin, sometimes biting it to leave a mark and licking it right after to ease the pain. he moved a little closer, to purposefully make you feel his hard boner against your ass, growling in a low voice when he felt you rubbing yourself against him.

"I said, don't move." he reached for something in of the drawer, and you began to squirm when you heard a familiar sound. holding you in place, he put the vibrator between your legs, causing you to immediately shake against him. he laughed at your reaction, holding your hip firmly with his other hand.

"you're so cute. let's see how long you can hold it."

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

he would be a psychiatrist/doctor (oh the irony 💀)

you have him wrapped around your finger and he doesn't even care showing it

he lives for your touch and melts when you caress his black hair

he takes you to a lot of restaurants where the food is deliciously expensive just because he genuinely enjoys your conversation

he's extremely careful to your needs, he buys whatever you want before you can even ask for it

he's extremely busy but he still manages to spend a lot of time with you (fuck you sukuna you should be ashamed of yourself)

I already said it but fancy diners are his favorite, getting to see you all pretty just for him and talking and listening to your voice for the whole dinner are his definition of pure bliss

he privatizes an entire building for this kind of date, asking for candles and classical music in the background

you two can observe the city lights while eating, or more precisely, you watch the neon lights of the city while mr simp boy admires your face's features with adoring eyes

alexa play plum nuts by etta james

he doesn't want to have sex with you

wait wait, don't leave! let me rephrase: does he want to have sex with you? yes, absolutely yes

but does he want you to feel forced to have sex with him since he provides you everything you need? no, absolutely no

the first time you two fucked was totally unexpected and almost accidental

his cheeks were red from the alcohol and the arousal as he kissed your inner thighs lovingly, like he was savoring this moment.

"are you sure?" he asked three times for your consent already, at this point you just pushed your hand through his dark locks, bringing his head closer to your sensitive parts while whimpering impatiently.

he smiled a little, kissing your thigh one more time before burying his head between your legs, licking you greedily, keeping your legs spread by grabbing the fat of your thighs in a gentle hold. he was almost the one who made the most noise, going absolutely feral on you, wet sounds echoing in his penthouse while the neon lights of the buzzing city under the building were the only source of light in the room. your hips lifted on his face against your own will, feeling his skilled tongue running down on you.

"you taste really good angel. mind if you come for me?"

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

tired ceo of some big company

always so busy but more than happy to have you by his side

he offers you to attend his meetings with him and it always makes him happy to hear you say yes

even tho it's really boring and let's be honest, you understand nothing of what they're saying

you just sit there being pretty, waiting patiently for him to finish

he gets distracted by your pretty face every damn time, stopping mid sentence or making a typo while writing an email

he tends to overwork himself and gets really stressed out sometimes, lucky for him, you're here

seeing you reminds him that he can have a good time once in awhile, so he thinks big and takes you somewhere on a yacht for two or three weeks, drinking fancy drinks somewhere in the caribbean sea

similar to geto, at first he felt a little uncomfortable with the idea of having sex with you

the key words are 'at first'

but how could he resist when you welcomed him so warmly in his office that day

"I don't think it's appropriate to do this here..." you heard him say while you were rubbing your face on his crotch, kissing the buldge that quickly appeared on his pants. you lifted your eyes to look up at him, squeezing your cheek against his thigh, making him slightly twitch. you two exchanged a stare that lasted a few seconds, and the minute after he was undoing his belt himself, effortlessly giving in. there was this glint in your eyes, full of desire for him, and him only, that immediately lighted up a fire deep inside of his chest. a deep grunt echoed in the room when you took him all the way in your mouth, the head of his dick touching the back of your throat.

"fuck yeah just like that..." you felt arousal leaking out of you by hearing his moans, bobbing your head in a slow and teasing pace but taking him deeper every time. you felt his fingers running across your hair, gently lifting your head to look at your face.

"I think someone's coming sweetie. don't make a sound but keep going, you wouldn't want us to get caught now would you?"

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

first let's just pretend this man is not canonically broke asf 😭

second, I'm sorry but I can't see him gaining money legally, he's the worst in every way and even sukuna has more morals than him

so, I think he would probably be the leader of the biggest gang of the country or something like that

keep you out of his business in order to protect you

like sukuna he will leave you touch starved and aching for more so you're all obedient and submissive just how he likes it

he sends you clothes he thinks would look stunning on you but acts indifferent when you wear them

he loves to show you off during parties, keeping you extremely close and making sure everyone gets the hint that you're his by firmly grabbing your ass with his big hand

he probably already had someone killed because they looked at you a little too intensively

yeah he's that jealous

he offered you a collar/chain/bracelet with his name on it and he absolutely loves seeing it shine on your skin

he takes you with him on vacation whenever he wants to, but he mostly does it when one of you is feeling particularly stressed and/or anxious

he likes to fuck the stress out of you too <3

"that's right, take my cock like a good little slut..." his deep voice made you heart beat faster, feeling his chest pushing your body against the cold material of the kitchen counter, harshly grabbing your waist with rough hands to control your body like you were nothing but a ragdoll. considering his strength you were. while ramming into you, he grabbed a handful of your hair to expose your neck and giving it rough bites. you felt trapped, caught between him and the counter, your body jolting under the force of his thrusts, you felt all of your strength leaving you. this sensation was accentuated when his hand reached down your body, giving you pleasure while shoving his fat cock inside your tiny hole. your eyes crossed, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure you were feeling. he smiled at your dumb expression, tightening his grip around your waist and your hair.

"you're so cute... you're doing good sweetheart turn off that little brain of yours, you don't need to think, all you have to do is take my cock."

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azure-cherie · 2 years

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𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑*̑˚̑*̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.

These are based on people ik irl , so idk if you relate , well i hope you do (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ , i am not a professional astrologer so take this with a grain of salt. Have a good read :)

This is based on tropical astrology

Refer to your Venus Persona Chart

♡︎Having an exhaulted sun makes you Intimidating to the other gender , they fear your attitude .

♡︎Air sign Ascendent will give you a manic pixie dream girl vibe .

♡︎Aries mercury wants someone to actively approach them or they themselves will do it , they don't like to wait for love confessions.

♡︎Saturn in cancer are prone to crying when their crush gets into a relationship.

♡︎Saturn in cancer becomes extremely irritable when they go through a heartbreak and if your Saturn is in 1st it may also affect your appearance .

♡︎Neptune in Aquarius gets prophetic dreams about their love life . Uranus pisces and Uranus conjunct Neptune as well .

♡︎Pluto in Saggitarius are the ones who give advice although their own love life is messed up .

♡︎Node in earth signs may like to go for the nerd ,or be a nerd or be kinda sapiosexual .

♡︎The wild untamed archaetype is very Lilith in gemini .

♡︎I don't know about anyone else but pisces to me is a sign of detachment, although it represents two fishes , to me it's like two energies within us like yin yang , but they're mostly closed off to the outer world , likewise a pisces moon doesn't desire a relationship they like to dream about it but they have no wishes to pursue it .

♡︎Jupiter in Scorpio or Aries can go for the dark feminine aesthetic if they wish to succeed with the help of their looks it will give them abundance.

♡︎If you have your sun conjunct mercury people might be attracted to your voice or you can pursue a creative career regarding singing , and yes it can give you a raspy or a Alto or baritone voice as well .

♡︎All baddies have moon trine venus , in their natal or persona , I'll tell you why , moon represents the unconscious, no matter what you think unconscious is a dark place to be , and moon also represents emotions when one is aware of their emotions only then they can master it , this aspect is of development, to be detached you need to surpass attachment.

♡︎Chiron in Capricorn must engage themselves into a self care routine after any harsh phases of life , this will help them feel better.

♡︎Venus conjunct mars are the type being active in love , bringing each other's gifts and going for adventures, about oneself, they like to buy themselves gifts which is amazing!

♡︎Jupiter trine saturn is a glow up placement .

♡︎Sun trine Pluto likes to burn themselves down , they like the idea of growing from ashes like a phoenix.

♡︎Venus - Pluto femme fatale vibes but prone to oversexualisation .

♡︎Venusian mars in Venus persona chart can go into the fashion industry or any industry that deals with aesthetics.

♡︎Gemini venus are indecisive in love , they get many offers for companionship, they mostly reject them , they don't know whom to love . I have seen them go through so much because the person whom they want doesn't want them and they can't love anyone else .

♡︎Moon opposite mars - passive aggressive in love .

♡︎Leo mercury gets or gives a lot of love letters .

♡︎Mars in leo bold expressive, confesses their love regardless of how scared they are .

♡︎Sun /Venus / jup in cancer gives the native a mommy vibe , bigger breasts as well .

♡︎When lana del rey said "because i am pretty when i cry " she meant sun-moon , sun-pluto, moon-venus , Venus -neptune .

♡︎One of the most beautiful person I know has a Capricorn and aquarius stellium in her vpc.

♡︎Mars in Aries , masculine vibe they generally need men who can defeat their masculinity, they aren't much into feminine men.

♡︎Sun in Libra , soft girl aesthetic, likes shiny things , super friendly, everyone loves them.

♡︎Mercury in Virgo , really polite knows how to craft words , I've seen them always saying thank you sooo much, welcome, good morning etc

♡︎Venus in Libra don't tell me you didn't have a phase when you binged on fs readings.

♡︎Virgo stellium -people fall in love with them because of their intelligence.

♡︎Venus in cancer - becomes beautiful in their later life , attracts a lot of jealousy.

♡︎Venus in Scorpio, people being jealous of their good looks .

With love, 🌷💞

-Azure

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Admiiinnn do you write for platonic sagau?

Me wanna request my son (Razor) ue.

Because most of the fics I've read is just the creator falling on Mondstadt but never other places! I want them to fall on Wolvendom and maybe meet the wolf boy 🐨

I imagine he doesn't know/able to describe what he's feeling (not understanding human emotions and stuff because he grows up with wolves and all). But he really likes this feeling of peace and feeling like he belongs! So he'll stay with this random person that just dropped out of nowhere, and teach them how to survive in the wild too!

Unlike the overly-obsessed-head-over-heels acolytes, I think Razor will be like a worrywart bestfriend. You're his lupical now! It's his duty to protect other lupicals!

Days with him will literally be so fluffy ueueueu imagine we teach him how to cook things besides meat and puppy-paw hash browns (and teach him how to season them too! Good food always relies on taste after all). He'll just be like a little sibling that saw a very cool trick for the first time.

Aaaaa I wanna braid his long hair with flowers ue...

a request. A REQUEST. FIRST GENUINE REQUEST!! WOO!!!

AND A PLATONIC ONE?? 🥺 FOR THE BOY??🥺🥺THE MOST BOY IN ALL OF GENSHIN IMPACT???!!💖💖💖 YOU 🤝 ME = OUR LOVE FOR LIL ELECTRO FERAL PUPPY BOY

U get a whole slice of cake for that one. 🤲🍰💜

DUDE i totally thought abt (idk if u read it but its floatin around here smwhere,,) including Razor in the first Sagau idea post i made about Blunt Language reader vs. Teyvat's flowery language

TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!! I WILL DO MY BEST FOR THE BOY 💜✨️🐺

This gif encompasses everything i feel abt razor

Almost a part 2? But more like Bennett ft. Razor

Welp, you could've landed somewhere worse.

Like, accidentally-activated-Andrius-challenge worse.

You vowed to urself that if u ever got isekaied, or magicked away, or whatever else, u would not be those stupid protagonists who acted like they didnt know where they were

Or didnt adjust quickly to their new surroundings, esp if theyre life depended on it

U got this, u know exactly where u are rn. >:)

...

..Well, maybe not the exact location, but Wolvendom was pretty hard to mistake for anything else

The moon is full, and it looks to be about midnight or so,

A wolf howls.

...a little too close for comfort...

But hey, the lamp grass irl was so cute and pretty omg! <3

And it lit the ground nicely when u were nearby :) what a helpful aesthetic plant, so cool

Seeing a hilichurl camp further away, u slowly backed off into the woods away from the path u landed on (woke up on? Its unclear)

And up onto a small flat cliff thingy, filled with small lamp grass

U figured u werent getting anywhere tonight, i mean u rlly can't see jackshit rn, unlike in Genshin where the moon was almost as bright as the sun 💀

So ur just sittin on ur ass, wondering how tf ur gonna build a wolf-proof shelter when a bush shuffles nearby

...On ur little platform, how did u not hear whatever it was before now??

Too late now, bc u saw smth silver, and welp

U knew there were wolves, (its wolvendom)

But since u never saw any in game u kinda assumed they were like Earth wolves and were unlikely to get near a human like u-

Turns out u were probably wrong- the silver flashes in the bush- u get up and brace urself to run screaming and begging on ur knees for Andrius to take u in like-

...?

...Razor?? 😐😑😐

...

RAZOR!! :D!!!

It's the Best Boy™️!!!!!

The bestest boy ever sticks his head out of the bush

!!!??? His head tilts like a puppy in confusion ur heart💘

"...Lupical??" He says in the most confused ass tone youve ever heard

🥺

"Oh! Yes! Hello," you introduce yourself, "Can you help me? I got kinda lost here, but I don't really have a home to go back to,,"

Razor stands out of the bush, shaking his head back and forth like a dog, his hair nearly whips u in the face lmao

You: "AHH- uh- so, do u know somewhere I can go??"

Razor: "Mhm. Here. Razor like you, feel like Lupical. Stay?"

He asks, his eyes bright and shiny (not the puppy dog eyes)

Well, u figure if he can literally be raised by wolves and still be alive, so can u

(U figure itd be hard to convince Diluc to let u stay w/ him, and u dont have money for an inn in Mondstadt.. u dont even kno abt Springvale... wolf woods it is)

Plus, maybe u can help him out a bit! (it always did irritate u in game that nobody rlly checked on him/helped him live better >:/ )

"Oh! Y-yeah! That sounds great, are u sure ur family's- uh- other Lupical, r ok w/ that?" U hella dont wanna have to wrestle other wolves just for some raw food bc yall gotta share 💀

"Yes, come, I teach!" :D

___

AND SO BEGINS UR ADVENTURES WITH RAZOR

Bbyboy got ur heart in a vice gripe lol

Turns out he lives in a cave, that wasn't rlly available in game

His bed is just kinda,, moss and leaves, maybe one fur pelt

So obv u start gettin chests and get money to buy him better stuff!

Plus monsters drop money too (the slimes just bring u money?? W/o u having to defeat them?? Whos paying all these monsters anyway, where do they get this money-)

Also bc i HATE that u r just a regular ass human in other SAGAUs, imma keep it canon and say u can still upgrade Vision Users/Allogenes + all the regular game mechanics besides time manipulation, including quest log and inventory (bc that still exists here fuck regular sagau BS)

(bc how would u prove ur the Creator otherwise? How would u live up to that if u didnt have powers?? Isnt that the whole point of why they think ur the Creator???!! Did I miss smth here-??)

So ofc u give the boy the comfiest bed of pillows and furs and handmade quilts (Springvale's very talented and friendly turns out :)

And new clothes!! :D new outfits pop up on his character screen!! (It just kinda,, hovers like a hologram screen in front of him when u click a button u see hovering over his chest at all times)

U also teach him how to comb his hair.

(J. F. C. I dont even wanna think. abt how bad it is, a kid raised by wolves, in the woods w/ little human contact?? ill leave that to ur imagination)

He really loves the lamp grass flowercrowns u make him :) <3

Also yes.

We have to talk about it.

U got him soap.

And perfume. (That are still scented but not enough that he hates it thank fuck-)

Razor seems like he'd react to everything with either worry for ur safety (BEST BOY EVER) bc sm stuff u do is unfamiliar to him,

OR just like u said anon, like a little sibling u showed a magic trick to for the first time <3333

Like?? U can?? Use salt?? Pepper??? On food??? That u have cooked???!!!

Omg, his grubby little hands snatch that shit outta ur pan so quick 😭😭

He's literally scarfs down anything u make him

Oh god the wolves.

If u thought Razor loved ur food, the Lupical pack is on a whole different level.

They're such sweet doggos bc ur technically Lupical now too (Razor gave u a tooth necklace like his :] )

!!! PUPPY PILES !!! 🤲🐺💖💜✨️✨️✨️

And theyre never violent, even their play fighting is pretty tame

But the food.

Ur seasoned. New recipe. Food.

The first time u made a new dish with salt alone

It was a fucking free for all. (including Razor😭)

So now u have a schedule of who gets what when (as insisted and aided by Andrius himself, it got so out of hand,, paw??)

Congratz u got a pack of little siblings now, w/even the "will be bribed w/any food u give them" feature too

Razor loves u sm, he feels so safe around u!!

He usually cant articulate it, but u can tell by how he clings to ur arm whenever yall go into human towns so he wont lose u,

Or how he'll offer u some of his portion of food always (even if u made it)

and he's happy to do all these new things w/ u !!

(i sure as fuck know id get bored af if i was just,, in the woods,, all day everyday,,, not even a book to read,,,)

So needless to say he joins u for nearly everything u do

Esp monster hunting/grinding for his artifacts + weapon + stuff

Razor sees it as his job to look out for Lupical, esp if his favorite (besides Andrius) has to leave pack territory

Also yes, u DID meet The Andrius.

He was. So much. Bigger. Than you. Expected.

The game doesn't do him justice.

He's literally the size of a fucking school bus.

Also, apparently Razor didnt rlly know what u were, mostly bc he just feels ur comfort and safety, no words needed

But Andrius does, and he immediately explains how Teyvat sees u and even does a wolfy bow with his head lowered onto his front paws (ahdkala Andrius pls ur a gOD GET UP)

He's also surprisingly helpful and nice to u, very polite big doggo, a good leader (alpha??)

Lisa is hella grateful for u and all the help/care u give the bestest boy ever

(even tho u did give her the stink eye at first bc,, why didnt she teach him how to take care of himself? And even if he didnt want to join human society at least make sure he's in liveable conditions?? Hes not even an adult???)

But at least she also agrees he's the bestest boy ever, she always brags about how quickly he learns language (both writing reading and speaking) to anyone she knows

Which did endear u to her a little more (plus she apologized for not looking out for him more, or at least asking someone else to/check up on him)

U kinda think she (and the rest of Mondstadt) dont really realize ur some kind of Creator god,

Mostly bc u dont really stay in Mondstadt long, just to get essentials and see what it looked like in person (smtimes to visit Bennett and Fischl :D )

(U mostly only know that bc Andrius claims its so, hes very insistent too)

But ur spending most ur days with Razor anyway so it doesnt matter to you two whether ppl know what u can do

Razor was practicing his writing one time (bc u also help him out at home/Wolvendom when Lisa isnt)

And he carved "Razor loves Lupical and [You]" into a tree near yalls cave

:')

🎵 JESSSSUSSS CHRISSSSTTT THIS IS TOO LONGGG

BUT I DONT FEEL LIKE EDITINNGGGGG🎵

I didnt know where to end it i got sucked in dont LOOK at me-)

Uh anyway i hope this was adequate!! Sorry this was ungodly long!! I will limit myself in the future 🥲

Tysm again for the request and if u read this far LMAO!!

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius ♒️ 💧🌌🌘

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sunnebeam · 11 months

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stolen kisses, pretty lies.

DRABBLE.

pairing: park jimin x reader / past jung hoseok x reader

warnings: smut (minors do not interact), unprotected sex (please practice safe sex irl!), making a sex tape, creampie, revenge au, past character death, morally gray characters

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: my ult goal is to write a revenge au multichap with either ot7 x reader or multi-member x reader, but i'll make do with this cute lil drabble for now since i don't have the time yet ;) here ya go, a smutty drabble for mister j.m

Hoseok always used to say you were irresistible.

You suppose your late husband was right since the man behind you, the man who's painstakingly not your husband, won't stop trailing soft kisses on your neck.

The both of you are sitting naked on the edge of the bed, with you sitting on his lap. His hands are running up and down your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake which he mistakes for excitement.

If only he knew they're for disgust.

"Is it recording?" he asks, his breath tickling your ear.

You nod in response, looking at the camera in front of you, eyeing the blinking red light and observing your mirrored selves on the small LCD screen.

"Good."

You can't believe this is happening. You can't believe you're about to record a sex tape with a man who's not your husband.

With the man who killed your husband.

With Park Jimin.

His hand slides down your body to your glistening core, checking to see if you're ready for him. Once he sees you're wet enough, he plants your feet on either side of his toned thighs, and spreads your legs all nice and wide for the camera.

"You're so pretty," he groans when he sees the shiny mess between your legs through the camera's screen. "And you smell so good. Like the day we met."

You remember that day. You wore your best clothes, put on your best makeup, and sprayed on your best perfume. Your mission was to impress, to seduce.

And needless to say, you succeeded.

"I can't believe you're mine," Jimin rambles on through your reminiscent thoughts. "You're mine, right, baby?"

No.

"Yes."

He teases your hole with his tip, smearing it with your slick. The sensation makes your head fall back onto his shoulder, but you hold back the moan that's threatening to escape.

"And I'm yours?"

No.

"Yes."

He slides inside slowly, dragging it out for the camera, before he eventually bottoms out. You can't hold back your moan anymore. Husband or not, the stretch feels deliciously good.

"I love you so much, baby," he grunts as he grips your hips and starts bouncing you up and down, gently and deeply, before you eventually pick up the pace.

Snaking a hand down between your spread legs, you play with your clit frantically, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub, all while your bouncing never stops. Jimin hums appreciatively when you clench around him just the way he likes.

You whimper, staring at the footage reflected in the camera's LCD. Your pussy lips are swollen, your nipples are pert, and your cunt is clenching. You have to admit, it's a pretty erotic sight.

If only you were with a different man.

"Say my name. Say it."

Hoseok.

"Jimin— oh! Oh!"

He's manhandling you now, foregoing any gentleness he showed earlier and just straight up fucking you on his hard cock. Your moans turn into screams, and when you eventually reach your peak and clench uncontrollably on his dick, his grunts grow louder.

"That's right, give it to me," he coaxes, fucking you through your orgasm and trying to reach his own.

It only takes a few more seconds before he spills inside you, his juices mixing with yours, and he groans into your neck. When he has nothing left to give you, he pulls out and spreads your pussy lips wide open, making sure the camera captures the moment his cum and yours dribble out.

"Fuck, that's hot," he groans.

It is, you're not gonna lie.

"Let me clean you up, baby," Jimin tells you, setting you down beside him on the bed before he gets up. "Oh, and turn off the camera, will you?"

You watch as he goes to the bathroom to get a towel. Your eyes flicker to the camera, then to the bathroom, then back to the camera again.

You don't turn it off.

After all, tonight's the night you've been waiting for.

Tonight's the night you'll tell him about the day you met — that you weren't an actual staff at the golf club he frequented, and that you didn't accidentally mess up his cleaning instructions. Tonight's the night you'll tell him it was all calculated — that you bumping into him again at the restaurant he loves and him finally asking you out on a date were all planned to the smallest detail.

Most important of all, tonight's the night you'll tell him the truth.

That you were the wife of the man he hit with his car one rainy night and ran off without calling an ambulance. That you were the wife of the man he left for dead on the side of the road and tried to cover it up with the authorities. That you were the wife of Jung Hoseok.

And tonight's the night you'll get his confession on camera.

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