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Alright so this sneep is gonna be a little different from my usual because uh, I need to remind myself from time to time that AASOAF is a romance đ
So here, have some Mariel and Axtapor âšspice âš
But how could we pretend after that? We knew one another, in ways we could never hope to conceal. So we didnât. He came near, expression robed with lust, but still, I begged him closer. Closer until there was hardly enough room to breathe and none to think. Our hands, with enduring memories and invisible will, found buttons, clasps, and ties, liberating us of the clothes that long felt unwanted.Â
Skin to scale, we gathered one another close, he, pushing my thighs apart, and I, whimpering as his claws tickled my skin. A soft swear escaped him as he scooped my hips toward his and drove into me as heâd done many times before. I exhaled a shallow breath, dropping my head back into the pillows and digging my nails into his scaled chest. He was maddening. Intoxicating. Smoldering tobacco stuffed in a pipe whose stem my lips yearned for. His claws tore at the blankets beneath us, a hushed syllable of pleasure forming itself in his throat, further stoking a dangerous feeling alive in my chest.
It burned wonderfully.Â
I surrendered myself to it, singing that quiet loverâs hymn to him. Lurid lyrics melted between us, dying a sweet death between our lips, as our hips moved to the rhythm of the waves lapping against the shore. And at the interlude of that most beautiful composition, I lay my cheek against his and confessed, in the softest of voices, those three words. He, my reliable echo, filled that inches warm space between us with the same sentiment.
And so we rose and fell, rose and fell, intoxicated by the mastery of one over the other.
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too many of you guys think nico is the loser and not lewis for letting the divorce go on for so long. like they're both losers about each other. emotionally constipated idiots who can't talk about their toxic homoerotic friendship that imploded on itself like 8 years ago and are now making it everyone else's problem. yeah nico's on television or in beer gardens talking about lewis all the time but like every other month some reporter is like "lewis, what's your favorite moment in your career?" and lewis no hesitation is like "oh man, karting, y'know? everything was simpler then" and then spends another six months skirting around nico's name. like this whole thing they're doing in the media isn't some kinda extended foreplay for them. they're both still pressing on the bruise to make sure it's still there!!! every few months, they're literally just asking on public television, does it still hurt for you like it does for me? and like clockwork, someone will release new information about them or one of them will say something about each other (in my heart, he's still my best friend/yes... and teammate) and the answer will remain the same, yes, of course, always.
#lewis is unarguably more famous than nico. like i feel like this a fact. and yet every other day nico is in the press saying some crazy shit#about lewis. if i was famous i woulda shut that shit down soo long ago. my ex-bf is in the press talkin bout me constantly??? that feels#like such bad pr and yet!!! lewis has not done anything. why? cause he likes it!!! cause they've never moved on from the 1st moment they#broke each other's hearts. like this is genuinely insane.#im always so nervous to post my thoughts on brocedes cause so many of you were here b4 me and have a better understanding on them#and like being a wrong is like a death sentence to me but still please tell me if i got them completely wrong#i have a lot of thoughts on lewis and his reluctance to talk about nico... most of them being that one quote from emma#if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more#ok obligatory disclaimer: a lot of this is hyperbole. i don't think that they're asking lewis that ? every other month#but there are like at least 5 interviews where he talks about karting like they're his most precious memories#so make of that what you will#and obv i don't know these people but as someone who's brain chemistry has been permanently changed by them#i think i'm allowed to not only project onto them but also make stupid little posts analyzing them#anyway yeah#f1#lewis hamilton#nico rosberg#brocedes
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â°â†gojo satoru x fem!reader
â°â†synopsis: in your LIT 2000, your classmate, gojo satoru, has his eyes set on the shyest student after telling his theory to getou suguru that the shyest ones are always the horniest. to prove his theory right, satoru finds ways to know whether heâs correct and heâs absolutely sure that he is.
â°â†warnings: fingering, cunnilingus, oral sex, teasing, praise, degradation? soft to rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dumbification, doggy style, cowgirl, name-calling, size kink, spanking, begging, pleasure dom satoru!! (reader and satoru are in their early 20s)
â°â†a/n: this was supposed to be posted on christmas but i didnât finish it on time :(( but i hope u all had a gentle holiday!! as a gift, i wrote whatever this is and i got inspiration from this soundgasm audio which is HOT AF!!! also, i did not proofread this. im lazy as fuck
PART I | PART II
Gojo Satoru has his pretty cerulean eyes set on someone, and that someone is none other than you.
You sit at the very front of the classroom, three rows in front of Satoruâs where he can get a clear view of you every time he stares. Not only youâre the smartest and the teacherâs pet, Satoru considers you as the most mysterious student in LIT 2000 despite being with 30 more students because of how quiet you are.
Satoruâs been observing you since the start of the year and the thing that he noticed the most was that you rarely and he means rarely talk to anyone or even participate in class. Whenever youâre called by the professor, you would mumble some I donât knows and Iâm sorrys because you canât answer the question that was given to you. However, Satoru knew for a fact that youâre just saying those things so you wonât get to speak longer than that. He knew very well that you know the answer to every damn question.
Which is why he is so lucky to have you as a partner for a midterm essay.
As for you, you donât know what to feel when professor called your name after Gojo Satoruâs.
You donât really have a problem writing a five-page or more essay with a minimum of three thousand words. The problem is⊠Gojo Satoru is your partner. Itâs not like you donât like him. Itâs just that...
Holy fucking shit. Did she figure out that I have a huge crush on Satoru?! Is that why she paired me up with him? But I made sure not to make it obvious! No, no. This wonât do.
So after class was over, you had a talk with your professor, begging for her to take the midterm essay on your own. The talk didnât go well as planned.
Since Satoru is having a hard time catching up with LIT 2000, your professor told you to help him by partnering up in this midterm essay. However, that didnât sit right with you so you protested, saying that thereâs a chance that Satoru wouldnât help writing the paper which would result into you writing the entire thing yourself. But that was just an excuse not to work with Satoru, otherwise you would get all flustered and nervous throughout the week while working on this midterm essay.
âIt is not different from doing the entire essay myself,â you scoff.
âI know, but that is also why I partnered him with you,â she says, making you raise an eyebrow. âYou can let me know if Satoru didnât help with anything at all, which is easier for me to fail him.â
âYouâre gonna fail him?â you ask.
âYes. As you can see, Satoru hasnât been performing well in my class,â she says, âbut I figured you can help him since youâre my top performing student. Can I count on you?â
âThere are other top performing students in your class though,â you mumble. Sighing in defeat, you agreed to partner up with Satoru. âProfessor, did you know that I have a crush on Satoru? Is that another reason why you paired me with him?â
Silence. She knows.
âI genuinely did not know that until now.â
Crap. She doesnât know. And I told her?! Holyâ
âForgetIsaidanythingprofessorthankyouforyourtimegoodbye.â
With that, you immediately rushed out of her office and slammed the door shut.
The only reason why you wanted to do this midterm essay on your own is because you won't have to deal with Satoruâs presence. Oh, his presence alone would make you so nervous that your smartass brain wonât even function and you would get all flustered, which is really bad because this might hinder your focus on working on the essay. Not only that, but Gojo Satoru does not take things seriously. A complete opposite of you since you take everything related to academics very seriously. But you realized that it wonât hurt to give a little help for Satoru to not fail LIT 2000.
Meanwhile, Gojo Satoru wanders around the halls of the building, in hopes of searching for you so the two of you can start working on the essay. But before that, he had a talk with his best friend, Getou Suguru.
âYo, Satoru,â Suguru approached the white-haired man with one hand raised up. âI heard your partner for this midterm is that girl. Wonât this be the perfect time to test that theory of yours?â
âYeah, well, Iâm not trying to get into her pants,â Satoru says and a smirk grew on his glossy lips, ânot unless she wants me to.â
After your talk with your literature professor, you had to compose yourself in the rest room and even practiced a script on how youâre going to talk to Satoru. However, you had a realization that this isnât going to be the only time that youâll interact with Gojo Satoru since your professor knows that you have a thing for him. You scold yourself for being so nervous around him, despite being a grown ass woman.
But Satoru is⊠just so pretty. I canât even look at him straight in the eyes. Also because Iâve touched myself to the thought of him so that would be awkward as fuck.
When you finally got out of the restroom, you heard a loud voice from behind and the minute you heard that voice, you already knew that it would be him. Looking over your shoulder, Satoru in his white long sleeves, black pants, messy yet gorgeous white hair and those round sunglasses. The tall man approached you with a smile on his face while you try not to melt down the ground that youâre standing on.
âI was looking for you,â Satoru says. âI thought we could start working on the essay so we can finish it ahead of the deadline.â
âYouâuh, you want to start working now?â you ask, but a hint of nervousness in your voice.
âYep!â Satoru gives you a smile and a thumbs up, and suddenly, he leans down on your face and brings his lips closer to your ear, making you shiver. âJust between you and me, I think professor is failing me this semester.â
Your eyes widen when he mentioned that.
Could it be that he heard your conversation with your professor earlier? Did he also hear the part where you told her that you have a crush on Satoru? That would make him think that youâre a complete loser in your 20s and in college yet you act like a teenager with a crush. But itâs not your fault that youâve rejected so many guys because theyâre not your standards and itâs definitely not your fault that you reject them because theyâre not Satoru.
âWhy would you think that?â you ask.
âMmm? Because I havenât been performing well in her class.â he grinned.
So he knows.
âUh, letâs start then,â you say before walking pass him until he asked where youâre going. You look over your shoulder and said, âthe library. Itâs where I usually do my tasks if not in my apartment.â
âThe library is too⊠quiet. So weâll work in your apartment instead!â
Itâs a library so it would be quiet. And did he just decide that on his own? God, heâs so stupid, I love him.
Your apartment is not far from your university. The reason why you had an apartment for yourself is because you donât want another person taking up space and you most definitely donât want to live with another person that you barely even know. And youâre not bothered that youâre living off-campus. It just makes it easier for you to live independently.
When the two of you got in your apartment, Satoruâs cerulean eyes scanned and observed the place. It was neat and everything is organized. But the thing that caught his attention is the stack of books next to the balcony of your apartment. Four stack of books that almost reach Satoruâs waist and heâs a tall guy. He knew that you read a lot since every time he takes glances at you in class, youâre either reading or writing something so he knows that you like reading, but he didnât expect you to like it that much.
âSorry, itâs a mess here,â you mumble. âLetâs get started.â You sit down on the wooden floor as you place your laptop on the coffee table adjacent to Satoru who is now sitting on the couch.
âI forgot my laptop.â
You blinked. Twice.
âSit next to me.â he mumbled.
And thatâs what you did despite being flustered at the thought that itâs only you and Satoru inside your apartment. The thought has you squeezing your legs together as you try to listen to Satoru about his ideas regarding the midterm essay. However, your thoughts were making your mind foggy and you couldnât think straight. Itâs awkward that on this very couch, youâve touched yourself to the thought of Satoru and now, heâs sitting right next to you.
âHey,â Satoru calls out. âYou okay?â
âMmm, yeahâŠâ you mumble. âSince, uh, since professor asked us to analyze a chosen text from the 20th century regarding its social context, letâs choose a piece first to write about first. Do you have anything in mind?â you ask, trying your best to not make eye contact with him now that he doesnât have his round sunglasses on.
âI have a few,â he says. âHow about The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath? Or No Longer Human by Dazai Osamu? Ah! I know. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck.â
âAm I the only one who didnât cry my eyes out at the end?â you ask.
âWhat? You did not cry your eyes out at the end?! Are you even human?â Satoryâs eyes widen, looking at you with shock while your eyes are locked on your laptop as you type. âI had snot coming out of my nose that soaked the pages of my book when I read that.â
âFirst of all, thatâs disgusting. Second, it was sad, I admit, but I didnât shed a tear. It was really good though so kudos to you, Mr. Steinbeck.â you chuckle. âThird, I gave it a five stars so you donât have to attack me.â
Satoru laughs, making you flustered all over again. This is the first time youâve heard him laugh this close and heâs laughing because of you, and you like it of course. You like that heâs comfortable around you and you like that heâs still himself despite you being awkward around his presence.
âYou know, youâre actually fun to be with,â he says. Satoruâs legs are crossed while his elbow is resting on the arm rest and his cheek is on top of his closed palm as he stares at you with his pretty cerulean eyes. âBut why canât you look at me in the eyes?â
You gulped, squeezing your legs together since you can feel him staring daggers at you. Satoru seems to notice your action and a smirk formed on his glossy lips. Satoru moves closer to you, almost like you can feel his hot breath touching the sensitive part of your neck, making you shiver.
âAre you scared of me?â he asks and the only answer you could give him is by shaking your head, telling him that itâs a no. âHmm? Then why canât you look at me?â
You didnât answer.
âLook at me,â he demand.
This time, you feel Satoruâs fingers making its way down your chin, making you face him and look up at him but despite his actions of forcing you to stare into his pretty cerulean eyes, you didnât protest at all⊠because you like every single move heâs making on you. Satoruâs other hand glides down your arm, feeling your soft skin that made you shiver because of his warm touch.
When your eyes met his, you couldnât help but melt on your seat. And itâs not just because Satoru is staring at you.
âThere you go,â he chuckles. âThat wasnât so hard, was it? Now tell me, sweetheart, why are so flustered around me?â
You couldnât form the words. Of course you canât. How could you even continue to talk when Gojo motherfucking Satoru is so close to you that his hot breath is almost touching your skin and his hands are caressing your arms and chin, leaving you no choice but stare into his eyes. Not to mention the smirk that he has on his glossy lips.
âT-thatâs because I⊠Iâfuck.â you curse under your breath, trying hard to compose yourself and break eye contact.
âDo I make you nervous? Is that why youâre squirming and squeezing your leg so much?â he chuckles.
You bit your lipsâhardâtrying to wake yourself up and check if youâre having another wet dream about Satoru again. Fortunately, you are fully awake and the person right in front of you is the real Gojo Satoru. Not your fantasy, not your dream, but real. It was hard you to believe that something that you wanted for so long finally came true and you most definitely wonât let this moment go.
âS-SatoruâŠâ you whisper, almost inaudible.
âYes, sweetheart?â he asks with a smile on his face. âIs there something you want? Or need?â
He knows what heâs doing. He definitely knows what heâs doing.
âTouch meâŠâ you mumble under your breath. âJustâtouch me, please.â
With that, Satoru chuckles before leaning in towards your ears. His hands trailing down, from your chin down to your neck and wraps his slender fingers around the base, but not too tight. Just enough to make you squirm and squeeze your legs even more.
âIf the shy girl wants it then who am I to refuse?â he whispers, his hot breath touching your skin that caused the hairs of your body to stand up.
Suddenly, you feel a wet yet hot sensation make contact with your ears, making its way down your jaw while Satoruâs hand tilt your head to the sides to give him more access of licking and kissing your jaw and neck. Your back touched the arm rest behind you as Satoru slowly pushed you down. He held both your thighs, positioning them to open so he can stay in between them as he kisses your neck down your collarbone, leaving bites and marks.
As Satoru devours your neck and collarbone, his hand expertly unbuttons your shirt while the other caresses your thighs, his fingers making circle patterns on your skin. When your buttons are finally undone, Satoru opens your shirt so he can clearly see your body underneath him. He pulls away from you so he can properly enjoy the view then pulls his shirt over his head.
Your half-lidded eyes earlier suddenly widen when you saw the perfect view of Satoruâs body. A body that was almost carved by the gods themselves and that wasnât even the main attraction that caught your attention. It was the veins running down his crotch and that fucking v-line.
âYou like the view from down there, slut?â he chuckles but then he noticed how you whined and squirmed underneath him when he called you slut. âOh? Did you like being called that?â
You nod. But Satoru doesnât take that as an answer so his hand made its way down to your neck again but he wasnât squeezing it too hard.
âYes,â you say. âI like it, Satoru. Like it when youânghâwhen you call me a slut.â
âGood. Because thatâs what you are,â he mumbles as he leans down to your chest, leaving marks and kisses. âSuch a shy little slut for me.â
But the white-haired man scoffs because your bra is in the way. He didnât bother taking it off by clasping it. He just pulled it down to expose your nipples and didnât waste any time to lick and suck your sensitive bud, making you arch your back. Satoruâs fingers pinch your other nipple while his knee keeps on pushing and adding pressure on your sensitive pussy, still covered with your now-soaked panties.
Satoru continues to feast on you body while you squirm and moan underneath him. When he was finally done with your tits, Satoruâs kisses went even further down until he reached your skirt. Being the impatient asshole he is, he didnât bother taking them off and just lifts it up, exposing your panties that has a wet area because of your arousal.
A smirk grew on the white-haired manâs lips and didnât hesitate to touch the wet area using his index and middle finger. He pushes his fingers on your sensitive bud with enough pressure to have you arching your back. Satoru might be an impatient man but of course he would take your panties off to have better access on your soaking pussy.
Realizing that your cunt is now exposed of Gojo motherfucking Satoru, your hand instinctively covered your pussy as if he did not just suck your tits earlier. But seeing your pussy is different. Of course youâd be shy and flustered. Heâs Gojo Satoru, for godâs sake. Heâs seen more pussy other than yours.
âDonât get all shy on me now,â he mumbles. âTake your hands off or Iâll tie them together.â
With that, you slowly took away your hand, letting him see your soaked pussy.
âDonât hide yourself from me,â he smiles. âYouâre fucking gorgeous.â
Satoru leans down so he can easily make contact with your cunt. His fingers rub your slit, soaking it with your juices and you couldnât help but arch your back. A smile grows on his face and suddenly, you can feel him insert a finger inside your cunt, making you whine. His thumb draws circles around your clit that made your thighs quiver until you feel another finger being inserted inside you.
Satoru plunges his fingers in and out of you yet in a slow and sensual pace. He can feel your walls clenching around his fingers as he inserts his digits back. A smirk forms on his glossy lips and plunges his fingers even deeper, deeper than you could reach yourself.
Youâve fingered yourself before butâgod, this was so different than what you would usually feel. Is it because his fingers are thicker and longer than yours? Or is it because heâs so fucking good at it?
âAh! Satoru!â you whine. âR-right there! Right there, please!â
The squelching noise that your pussy and Satoruâs fingers are creating together as well as your wanton moans filled the air of your apartment. You didnât care how loud you were. You didnât care if the walls are thin and you didnât care if your neighbors hear you. You didnât care about anything else, you just want Satoru to make you cum with his fingers.
Satoruâs pace becomes even more faster, but he figured that it wasnât enough. Of course itâs not enough. He wasnât satisfied with just using his fingers.
So he leans down and lolled his tongue out, not even hesitating to lick your sensitive clit, making you jolt and arch your back when you suddenly feel his tongue circling around your clit while his fingers plunge in and out of you. Your legs start to quiver and squirm. The sensation was too much for you that you couldnât help but close your legs. But Satoru wasnât done so he grips your legs apart and held the back of your thighs to keep you in place.
This time, Satoru pulls his fingers out and held your thighs in place but his tongue is doing all the work now, licking and sucking your poor overstimulated pussy. Your eyes suddenly widen and your back arched when you feel Satoru insert his tongue inside you, plunging it deeper that his nose is touching your clit.
âOh, fuck! Satoru! Itâsânghâtoo much! I canâtâ!â
Your whines and moans continue but Satoru was too busy eating you. But he suddenly pulls away to look at your view. You look so fucked and he didnât even used his cock yet.
âFor someone whoâs shy and quiet, youâre being awfully loud for me, sweetheart.â he chuckles before devouring your cunt again.
Satoru can already feel that youâre close. He knows youâre close so he used his thumb to rub circles on your clit and thatâs when you completely lost it.
Your legs quiver on Satoruâs grip when you feel your orgasm rip through you. The sensation that Satoru made you feel had you seeing stars, something that you never felt before whenever you touch yourself and this mightâve been the first time that you came this intense. And it felt so fucking good.
Seeing your fucked out state, Satoru chuckles as he watches you catch your breath after that intense orgasm.
âYou still with me?â he asks. âI havenât even used my cock yet!â
âThen use it. Fuck me, Satoru⊠I want your cock inside me, please.â
âKiss me first. Come up here and kiss me.â he smiles.
You didnât hesitate to sit back up and reach for Satoruâs face. Your hand made their way to his cheek while the other caresses his soft white hair. He returns the kiss and inserts his tongue inside your mouth, writhing and swirling against yours. This time, Satoru settles himself next to the arm rest, laying down on the couch while his head rests on the arm rest. Now, youâre on top of him, kissing his glossy lips and grinding your aching pussy on the bulge of his pants.
âWhy donât you do the honors and take my cock out?â Satoru smirks in between your kisses.
And who were you to deny that?
So you unzip Satoruâs pants, bringing it down to reveal the bulge inside his boxers. His cock sprung free when you slid down his boxers, slapping against his lower abdomen. Its size and girth has you gulping because you havenât seen a cock that big. Sure, youâve fucked yourself using your dildos but none of your toys compare to Satoruâs cock. A prominent vein runs along the underside of the base of his cock, its pinkish head is releasing pre-cum that drips down to the base.
You didnât have any idea what you were doing when you had the urge to suck Satoruâs cock. But the white-haired man didnât have any protests, of course. In fact, his hand is guiding your head to suck on his pulsating cock. After realizing that you didnât need any guidance, Satoru lets you do your thing.
You let your tongue swirl around the base of his cock and despite it being deep inside your throat, youâre barely even gagging as you take him deeper that your nose is touching his nicely trimmed hair. You continue to suck and lick Satoruâs cock, making him release pretty moans and groans and curses under his breath.
When he felt himself getting close, Satoru couldnât help but grip your hair and guide your head even though youâre sucking him so well. He just needed something to hold on to and your hair was perfect.
âAh, fuck! Iâm gonna cum. Shit!â he moans until he feels himself release inside your throat. Satoru lets you pull away. Your saliva and some of his cum is leaking down your chin, making him wipe it using his thumb.
âHoly shit. That was so good,â he chuckles. âYou sure itâs your first time sucking cock?â
âUh, well, I-I had some practice,â you say, âwith my⊠toys.â
âWho knew you were such a horny slut?â Satoru didnât let you answer when he told you toâ
âSit on my cock,â he says. âSit on my cock and ride me like what you do to your toys. I bet they wonât even compare to mine, huh?â
You gulp before climbing on top of him again. Satoru uses his hand to snake down his head as a pillow while his other hand holds your hips. Positioning yourself on top of him, your hand holds the base of his cock while the other is clinging on the head rest of the couch to support yourself.
You lower yourself down on Satoruâs cock and you couldnât help but whimper and bite your lips when the tip of his cock finally went inside you. His cock is far more thicker than any of your toys that it has your legs quivering and shaking yet you still continued to lower yourself, taking all of him inside you.
When you stopped, Satoru looks up at you.
âWhyâd you stop? Youâre not even half way there.â
âWhat?â you whimper. âIs it t-that big?â
âYes, sweetheart,â he chuckles. âItâs that big.â
Without answering, you continue to lower yourself. Satoru is staring at how your pussy is taking him all in and how youâre struggling to. Youâve done this numerous times on your toys before but riding a real cockâhis cockâis far different from that feeling, mainly because Satoru is big.
âItâs soâahâso deep, Satoru. I donât think I canâcanât take more.â you whimper.
âBut itâs all inside you now,â he smiles. âAh, fuck. You feel so good.â
To ease the feeling, Satoru lets you cockwarm him while his thumb rub circles on your sensitive clit. When you finally feel at ease and ready to ride him, Satoru places his hand on your hips to keep you in place as you bounce up and down on his cock.
The squelching noises every time his balls meets your skin fills the air of your apartment once again, accompanied by your loud moans and Satoruâs groans.
You can feel the tip of Satoruâs cock hitting the sweet spot of yours that has you clenching around him and every time you look down at the lewd sight below you, you can see a bulge forming on your lower stomach whenever you sink yourself down on Satoruâs cock. Although you seem to be fine riding him and taking all of his cock, you couldnât look at him straight in the eyes and you even use your hand to cover the lower half of your face since his cerulean eyes are staring right at you.
âDonât get all shy on me now, slut. Youâre riding my cock and yet you still have the nerve to be shy? Câmon, donât hide yourself,â Satoru grins when he grips both of your hips and lowers you down.
âAh! Satoru! What are youâah!â
You couldnât seem to think straight when he took the initiative to guide you on his cock in a fast and rough pace. Every time he sinks your body down his cock, his hips would thrust up and meet your movement, making the lewd noises even more louder and harder than before.
âNgh! Fuck, âToru! Itâs so deep! So good!â
âYeah? Itâs better than riding those plastic cocks you own, huh?â he chuckles, followed by a moan. âGod, you feel so fucking good. Fuck, fuck, fuck!â
ââm gonnaâgonna cum, Satoru! âm so close! So close!â
âDo it. Cum on my cock.â
With that, your orgasm rip through you once more. Your legs quiver on top of Satoru and your chest making rapid up and down motions, letting you catch your breath while you half-lidded eyes try to open despite being fucked out after releasing another intense orgasm, but this time, on Satoruâs cock.
When you decided to get off Satoruâs still hard cock, he tells you toâ
âBend over the couch.â
And who were you to disobey?
Satoru positions your upper body to bend over the arm rest of the couch, placing a hand wrapped around the back of your neck. Wasting no time, Satoru plunges his cock inside of you again, making you let out a muffled whine.
This time, Satoru didnât let you relax on his cock and continues to pump inside you in a fast pace. His hands grip your hips as he thrusts in and out of you. His gaze his on the lewd sight of your pussy taking him all in, observing the white ring around his cock.
Who knew heâd be fucking the smartest and shyest girl in his literature class? Who fucking knew that that shy and quiet girl is secretly a horny slut who is begging for him to fuck her harder until she canât think?
âOh, fuck! Satoru! Yesyesyes! Fuck me harder, please!â
âEasy.â he mumbles before fucking into you so deep that it reaches your cervix, making you grip the sheets of the couch and whine so loud that youâre sure that everyone in your apartment building heard how youâre being fucked so good.
As Satoru keeps his rough and fast pace consistent, you couldnât seem to let out coherent words anymore and your eyes are now teary from the pleasure that Satoru is giving you. Your toes are curling and your hands are gripping the sheets as you feel yourself releasing another intense orgasm out of you.
âFuck, âm gonna cumâgonna cum! âm close, Toru! Satoru! Fuck!â
âYeah, cum on my cock again! Oh, god. Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!
Satoru quickly pulls out of you before he can release. His hand pumps his cock, releasing his cum on your back while your thighs are now soaked with your juices that drips down your legs. The two of you catch your breath but Satoru pulls you in to kiss you.
âYou just proved me right, sweetheart,â he mumbles in between your kisses. âNow letâs work on that essay, yeah?â he pulls away and smiles, as if he didnât just fucked the words and ideas out of you.
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IM BEGGING FOR A LOGAN X FEM READER WHO CAN TURN INVISIBLE BUT WHEN SHES NERVOUS OR FLUSTERED SHE DISAPPEARS INVOLUNTARILY essentially itâs just logan flustering reader till she disappears??? (mostly fluff but also suggestive/smut end)
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<RATING: PG-13, FLIRTING, SOME LANGUAGE, KISSING>
A/N : Soooo as far as âsuggestive/smutâ end goes, the most youâre getting is some mild flirting and kissing. I do have my age in my bio and my pinned; I am a minor! Sorry to disappoint anyone, but I doubt it would be socially acceptable for me to write anything too suggestive. Post writing note; I made this way longer than I intended to OOOOOPS !!Warning: Detailed kissing and use of pet names!!
Out of all the mutations the universe couldâve graced you with, you were damned with involuntary invisibility. Sometimes it could come in hand when youâre about to be harmed. You have a sixth sense of fear, and any time it kicks in, you go invisible. That sixth sense has saved your life a handful of times, to be fair. However, the past month has been hell for you. You met a fellow mutant through your friend Rogue. Logan Howlett is his name. Youâre so envious of his mutation. Built in claws that aid him in being up front and in the enemiesâ faces rather than hiding away in plain sight.
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You sheepishly walk over to Logan, already nervous that heâll cause a sudden disappearance. Heâs lounging in one of the chairs within the common room. One of his legs crosses on top of the other. Rogue is sitting on the couch across from him, reading some romance book that sheâs been telling you all about. She glances up at you, and before she can speak, you give her a face, begging her not to speak. She looked back down at her book without another gesture.Â
Logan takes another drag of his cigar while leaning back a bit in the recliner. You walk in front of him and sit next to Rogue with a light smile on your lips. âHeya, girl! What brings you down here?â she asks as she gives you a quick hug. You hug her back and shrug. âNot much. Just missed you and Logan,â you say casually, subtly trying to catch Loganâs attention. It works, and he shoots you his iconic look with one eyebrow raised in slight confusion. He takes his cigar out of his mouth between his pointer and middle, causing you to shiver slightly at the sight. âMissed me? Why the hell would you miss me, doll? Iâm nothinâ special,â he tells you as his expression becomes more relaxed.
You feel your heart flutter and your mind fill with anxiety of you going invisible. You try your best to keep yourself together before replying to him. You tug at the neck of your shirt and bit and attempt to get comfortable. âWell, I just like being around you. You seem pretty comfortable around me, and youâve been nothing but welcoming since Marie introduced me to you.â You ramble while trying your best to maintain eye contact with Logan, but ultimately end up looking in his direction instead. He raises his eyebrows and shrugs slightly in response. âAlright. Thanks for checkinâ on us then, princess,â he says with a soft smile. Damn, that does it for you. Your cheeks feel like fire before you go invisible. You quietly hold in an annoyed and embarrassed groan. You look to your side and see Marie looking down at her book in attempts to hide her snickering and smiling at the situation. You roll your eyes before you glance over at Logan. His lips are slightly parted, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. âKid, am I crazy or did your friend just disappear?â he asks with slight concern. Marie lets out a few strangled laughs before wiping stray tears from her eyes. âYeah. That happens sometimes,â she huffs out. Her eyes point in your direction before she smirks mischievously. âUsually when sheâs really flustered. But it happens when sheâs feeling some strong emotions too. Iâm sure itâs the first case though,â she says to Logan before going back to her book.
Logan nods in understanding before taking another drag of his cigar. He keeps it between his lips this time.
Soon enough, you fade back into sight, and Logan immediately gazes at you. âWelcome back,â he murmurs against his cigar. You smile idiotically at him and nod your head to let him know you heard him. Marie looks at you and nudges your elbow, encouraging you to say more. You subtly shake your head no, but gain a knowing look from her in response. You bite at the inside of your cheek in anticipation for what sheâs about to do. She stretches and lets out a bit of a groan before getting up on her feet. âI think Iâll be heading to my room now. I might hit the hay soon,â she tells the two of you before walking off.
Loganâs gaze lingers on you, and he smirks at you. Your cheeks began to heat again. The chair squeaks as he gets up and walks over to you. One of his hands goes to slip a thumb through his jeansâ belt loop. The other reaches for his cigar and falls to his side. He stands in front of you, looking down at you with a soft smile. âI donât bite, baby girl. I know the huge metal claws could be a bit intimidating, but I swear Iâd never hurt yaâ. Alright?â he asks sweetly as his hand moves from his belt loop to your shoulder. He gently rubs his thumb against it while awaiting your response. You sit there for a few seconds in shock. You havenât disappeared yet, but you wish you could right now. Your flesh is burning up so much that youâre sure Logan can feel it through your clothes. He leans in close to your face, his pupils right on yours, causing you to look away. âHey. Look at me,â he asks gently while waiting for your eyes to meet his again. When you sink into yourself, Logan grunts, puts out his cigar, and uses his hand to hold your cheek in his palm. You involuntarily lean against the calloused skin, causing him to chuckle. In fear of him pulling away because of your defiance, you decide to look at him again. âThatâs it,â he murmurs. You let out a quiet whine at his praises, and it does nothing but fuel the fire in Loganâs chest. You let yourself relax, your eyelids feeling a little heavy, your chest rising in falling shallowly. Youâre not sure if youâre seeing right though when you see him lean in. His breath is strong with the scent of cigar smoke, but you ignore it the best you can. Youâve been waiting for this since youâve met him. Both of you slowly close your eyes as his lips press to yours. You immediately go invisible, but that doesnât mean youâre not physically there. Loganâs hand that was previously on your shoulder moves to cup your other cheek. His hand doesnât miss your face. Fuck, itâs like he spends so much time looking at you that he has your entire figure mapped out in his head. You wouldnât be too surprised if he genuinely did. He slightly leans more against you, your head and back pressing against the fabric of the couch. You can feel his legs shift between yours as he attempts to get as close as he can to you. The two of you unwind with each other. Your mouth opens for him, and he kisses you deeper. You breathe into each other, finding a good rhythm that keeps the two of you connected for longer than anticipated. But when you finally pull back, you are panting like a dehydrated dog. Your mouth goes dry as you realize youâve been invisible since Logan started kissing you. He chuckles softly, his head hanging down in front of you. He catches his breath while attempting to look back up at you. His thumbs caress your cheeks before he leans in near your ear. âI know I canât see you, doll, but I know you look so damn pretty and wide-eyed right now,â he mutters to you, causing your hands to clasp over your mouth to muffle your gasp.
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or else what? âhueningkai x fem!reader | enemies to enemies with benefits(?). NSFW/MDNI!
cw. mean dom!kai, reader and kai are mean to each other, feat. soob and yj and their partners for a very short amount of time (not in smut part tho), camping, reader is a type A boss bitch kinda person, mentions of rain, kissing, hair pulling, mean names (slut, stupid, dumb, loser), pet names (baby), sex, light restraining, ruined orgasms, biting, nipple play, some dacryphilia, maybe a lil bit of publicness? (theyre at a campsite but implied no one else can hear anything), creampie, reader is embarrassed that she did stuff w kai and tells him, reader has a dog, reader is good at video games, chubby!reader implied, lmk if i missed anything! notes. im usually not one for mean stuff, im way more of a softie, so i tried something new but im quite nervous about it. oh! and this is based off a thought i posted the other week. lmk what ya think ;) smut under cut. wc. 4.1K
âWhy are you being nice to him?â You snap at your dog who is currently greeting your friends at your front door. Normally, you wouldnât mind, of course, but they have taken a particular liking for Kai. Apparently, youâre the only person in the world that hates him. Kai that is. The constant laughing, the sickeningly sweet optimism, and his sheer humilityâit all screams fake to you.
You hate every little thing about him and he hates you right back. The way you disagree with everything he says just because, how youâre always pointing out when heâs wrong, how you seem to be depressingly pessimistic. You put up with each other for the sake of your friendsânot everyone in every friend group has to get along, right?Â
âNice to see you too.â
âSomeone separate them please?â Soobin asks. âI canât deal with another argument right now.â He rubs his temple out of caution.
Everyoneâs over for a game nightâSoobin, his partner, River, as well as Yeonjun, and your best friend, Sage, who has been in an on-again-off-again relationship with him since they met. Right now, theyâre off, but definitely still friendly.Â
âHow about some Smash Bros?â
âNo,â you say to Kai. âMario Kart.âÂ
âRiver and I have been talking about playing Smash Bros all day.â
âNot my problem.â
âHow about we take a vote?â He suggests. You reluctantly agree, watching as youâre the only one that raises your hand to play Mario Kart before you glare at Sage, guilting them into voting for it too. Regardless of their vote, though, itâs still four against two. Kai sticks out his tongue at you just to rub it in your face. God, you hate it when he wins.Â
âMaybe you should stop pouting,â Sage says, nudging your shoulder. âBeat him in the next round. You know youâre better than anyone here.â You take the opportunity to easilyâand quicklyâbeat Kai in a one-on-one match. Now itâs his turn to pout while he grabs a snack.Â
Luckily, everyone makes it through the night without any blood or tears shed but when the groupâs annual camping trip comes up, the cold weather mixed with the prolonged close proximity to people leads to a grumpy Kai arguing with an even grumpier you.Â
The reason behind the initial argument is long forgottenâyouâre seemingly arguing over anything and everything from you stopping too often to take pictures to him taking sips from your water bottle, which he insists was an accident. Everyoneâs keeping you two as far apart from each other as possible, with him leading the pack and you bringing up the rear.Â
âIt looks like itâs gonna rain soon,â River points out. âWe should probably set up camp.â Everyone agrees, setting sights for the campsite.Â
âWhat do you think about this spot over here, Sage?â You ask but are immediately answered with the guiltiest look from them, eyes glancing between you and Yeonjun. âDonât tell me.â You roll your eyes for what feels like the millionth time that day. âYouâre back together?â You ask quietly.
âPlease donât be mad,â they say. âItâs going really well this time.âÂ
âI didnât bring another tent.âÂ
âKaiâs tent is huge,â Sage says, loud enough for Kai to hear, as if theyâre making a suggestion to him. âCan she stay with you?âÂ
âI thought Yeonjun was sleeping in my tent.âÂ
âI was gonna stay in Sageâs,â Yeonjun responds, with an attempted wink. Everyone looks between each other, dodging each otherâs eyes, no one wanting to give in. Everyoneâs desperate to stay with their partners but you and Kai are desperate to not spend a single second alone together. Soobin and River wonât budge. Sageâs pleading eyes looking at you added to the pleading eyes Yeonjun sends Kai, you look at each other before he finally agreesâ
âFine,â Kai says, dropping the poles to the ground. âYou gotta finish setting it up though. Iâm gonna go get some water and refill the cooler with ice,â he says, leaving you with an impossible task. Thereâs a reason you didnât bring your own tent.
Struggling with the tent for at least thirty minutes, itâs even less put together than when Kai turned the task over to you. The two couples have snuggled into their tents for the night and the drizzle is quickly turning into a downpour. Soaked, cold, and annoyed, Kaiâs making his way back to you, anger etched all over his face when he doesnât have a dry tent to walk into.Â
âDo you not know how to put a tent up?â
âNo, actually I donât.â
âI couldâve set up three tents by now,â he says, but doesnât have time to be much madderâheâs gotta get a roof over his own head. Without speaking, he takes over completely, getting it up in about ten minutes. It wouldâve been quicker if he didnât have to work in the rain.Â
Settling in, you try to dry the parts of the interior that got wet from the rain, but it doesnât help much. He peels off his now-soaked shirt and searches for a dry one.Â
âAh, that was my last t-shirt.â
âIâm sorry. I triedââ
âI donât care,â he stops you, holding his hand up.
Falling silent, you change the subject, âWhat took you so long anyway?â
âI was talking to someone at the ice machine for a while,â he says matter-of-factly, holding up his laptop. âWanna watch a movie before bed?âÂ
âNo.â You lay your head on the stupid camping pillow hoping for some rest. But your plan is disrupted by the blaring trumpets of a movie intro. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
âWatching a movie.âÂ
âTurn it off.âÂ
âI didnât ask for permission to watch it,â he points out. âI asked if you wanted to join me.â
âIsnât it gonna bother the other campers?â
âDoubt they can hear it.â
Frustrated, you roll over and cover your ears. You thought you could sleep through anything, especially with the rain pouring outside, but you were wrong. Eventually, you give up, throwing your pillow down and slamming his laptop shut.
âWhat are you doing? You assholeââ he snaps, glaring at you.Â
âMe? Youâre the ass for not letting me sleep,â you fire back, narrowing your eyes.Â
âI wasnât supposed to have you in here anyway,â he mutters.Â
âIâm not an asshole,â you say defensively.
âYes, you are,â he spits. âYou always have to have it your way.â
âIâm not having this argument with you,â you say, turning away and trying to block out his escalating anger. You pull the thin camping blanket over your head, desperate for some peace.
He huffs, clearly frustrated, but you ignore it. The sound of rain tapping against the tent becomes your only solace. Minutes pass in silence, each second stretching longer than the last. You can feel his restless energy beside you, the tension almost palpable.
âI can't believe you. You're so annoying,â he says.Â
You simply lay there, trying to block out the muttering under his breath. The stickiness of the damp sleeping bags and the cold camping pillow are ridiculously uncomfortable.
Remembering the clean, dry blankets you have stored in the trunk of your car for emergencies and you get up to grab them silently, ignoring his insults. Returning with them, his eyes light up and he asks, âWhere did you get those?â
âMy car,â you answer nonchalantly, setting up your new bed. You try to salvage what you can of the sleeping bag to have some kind of barrier between the damp tent floor and your blanket, but itâs not perfect. Eventually settling on the makeshift bed, you can feel Kai staring at you through your closed eyelids. âCan I help you?â You ask without opening them.
âArenât you gonna share those with me?â
âWhy would I?â
âYouâre the one that got our other blankets and the tent all wet.âÂ
âNot my fault you didnât bring back-up.â
He exasperates, clearly done with you and all yourâŠwhat does he call it? Selfish nonsense? âI canât believe I have to share a tent with you. And you get it all wet in here and wonât even share the dry blankets with me?âÂ
âYou think I'm happy about this either?" Your arms flail before you go on one of your famous rants. âI donât even like camping but I come along with Sage because theyâre my best friend and I was looking forward to spending time alone with them to talk but because they decided to start fucking Yeonjun again I have to sleep in a tent with you, which you make me put together even though I donât know how to put it together so its disgusting in here and you expect me to share my blankets with you? Youâre never nice to me why the fuck would I share them with you? Youâre always making me look like a bitch in front of everyone when I know youâre justââ
Kai suddenly yanks you by your elbow and says, âWould you please just shut up?âÂ
Seeing him this madâŠyou donât know if heâs ever looked like this. Red in the face, eyebrows furrowed, not to mention heâs still shirtless since all his clothes are soaked. You look over his bodyâyouâve never seen him beforeâand you realize just how muscular he is. Broad-shouldered, defined pecs and ripples in his arms, particularly the one gripping you so harshly.Â
You smirk at him before saying, âMake me." Looking over your face, he doesnât know what comes over him. Maybe it's anger or frustration or the ambiance from the sound of rain against the tent and the small camping lamp, but he canât help it.Â
Crashing his lips into yours, youâre taken by surprise. You feel the power his plush lips give off, but only for a second before you push him off.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing?âÂ
âI donâtâI donât know, I, uhâŠâ He stutters, trying to find somethingâanythingâto say, but no luck. Looking at each other, something clicks like we need to have each other now.Â
You pull him to you by cupping his cheeks and crashing your lips into his quickly, eagerly, desperately. Hands in his hair, his on your hips, he squeezes your chubby thighs, wanting more, butâ
âWoah, woah, woah, whatâs happening? You and I are making out?â He asks, shock etched across his face as his eyebrows furrow.Â
âWell, not anymore.â You look at him confused. âDid you forget youâre the one that kissed me first?â
âThat was just so youâd shut up.â
âDonât act like you donât want me. I see you staring at my tits all the time.â You smirk at him and his eyes shift, admitting guilt. Realization hits you. â...Is that why youâre such an ass to me? Because youâre sexually frustrated whenever youâre around me? Do youâŠlike me?â
âNo,â he says defensively. âI hate you actually. Youâre so annoying.â He rolls his eyes. âBut the most annoying part about you is how much I wanna fuck you.â Your eyes widen, but a smile slowly spreads across his face before he asks, âIs that why youâre such an ass to me?â Leaning in closer, he examines your face, looking for any sign of weakness. âIt is, isnât it?â You shake your head. âSay it.âÂ
âKai.â
âI wanna hear you say you want me.â
The quickest, most disingenuous, âI want you,â comes out of your mouth. Did you really just say that? Itâs not like you havenât noticed how handsome heâd gotten recently, but itâs also not like youâve ever thought about doing anything. Before tonight, the thought of him even touching you made your skin crawl. But right now, you donât think youâve ever wanted anyone more. Reaching for him, you add, âNow shut up and fuck me.âÂ
Still shirtless from when he peeled off the wet fabric a few minutes ago, he tugs at the hem of your tank top. Slipping it off you, his eyebrows raise at your bare chestâfull and needing to be squeezed, which he does immediately. Your nipples perky and hard from arousal and the cool air are simply begging to be sucked. His warm, welcoming and wet lips wrapped around one elicit a sound from you that you hope is covered by the rain outside.Â
The others would never let you live it down if they heard you two fucking.Â
Mouths all overâhis on your nipples and your collarbone, yours on his mouth and his shouldersâitâs a whirlwind of kisses and pure lust.Â
âI hate you,â you murmur, adding a nice hair tug for good measure.Â
âI hate you too,â he responds. âSo much.â The tent, damp from the rain and hot breath warms you up, skin slick with a sheen of sweat. Sleeping bags and blankets ruffle underneath your bodies as you rush to undress each other fully. âYouâre so fucking stupid,â he says against your ear. âDonât even know how to put up a tent. Need my help for everything?â
âYouâve never been any help to me,â you respond. âPlus, we wouldnât have gotten rained on so much if you didnât get lost leading everyone. Need your phone for everything? Canât even handle one short hike? Good for nothing,â you spit. âExceptâŠyouâre kind of a good kisser.â
âWish I could say the same about you.â
âDonât lie,â you smirk. âIâm an incredible kisser.â He may roll his eyes but he heads straight back for more. âBut youâre taking too long. Hurry up,â you say between kisses. Grazing his hand down your hip, he slides two fingers between your pussy lips andâ
âYouâre that wet for me and Iâve barely even touched you? Desperate slut.â You grab his cock, making him jerk forward, his mouth dropping open.
âYouâre already that hard and Iâve barely even touched you? Horny loser.â Without warning, he lines himself up at your entrance and shoves his cock inside you, forcing a yelp from your throat.
Covering your mouth, he leans down, gracing his lips over your earlobe before whispering, âYou never shut the fuck up, do you?â And heâs relentless. Fucking you fast and hard, whispering mean, dirty shit in your ear, shivers rolling down your spine at every syllable. âYou donât deserve to feel this good.â
âAnd you think you deserve this pussy?â You fire right back. Although, he does seem to be winning with the sheer amount of moaning coming from your mouth compared to his controlled sounds and expert movements. You try your best to compose yourself before saying, âA dumb fuck like you doesnât deserve to even touch my skin.â
âIs that why you gasp when I pinch your nipples?â He asks. You narrow your eyes at him. But he definitely proves himself right. Rolling your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb, basking in the chills it gives you, clearly sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body. You reach to touch his broad chest but he stops you. âNuh-uh. Hands to yourself,â he says, gripping your wrists harshly and pinning them to the ground.Â
Suddenly, youâve never wanted to touch someone more in your life. The way his skin glistens, muscles looking so strong, a bead of sweat drips between his pecs and you swear you clit twitches. Honestly, youâre in shock. What do you usually do with your hands? Since when has he been like this? An absolute slut? A mean slut at that. But you love it.Â
Your hands stay at your side after he moves to squeeze your body again but you canât help but reach upâyouâre desperate to touch him. He halts, lifting his fingers off your tits.Â
âEvery time you try to touch me without permission, Iâll stop touching you,â he says. You surrender, putting your hands under your back. âGood girl.â
Fuck. That felt nice too. Being degraded is one thing, but getting rewarded for following directions? Thatâs delicious. Heat rushes to your ears.Â
âPleaseââ
âAh,â he places his pointer finger over your lips. âI told you to shut up, didnât I?â You make a show of keeping your mouth closed. âYou learn so fast, hm?â You smileâa genuine giddy smile. âSo cute,â he whispers, placing a thumb on your clit, circling it gently.Â
But when a weak little, âFuck,â slips out of your mouth, he stops.
âDid I say you could speak?â You shake your head. Running a thumb across the apple of your cheek, he gives you a look somewhere between my pathetic little slut and youâre being such a good girl for me.Â
Keeping your mouth shut, your body is in complete bliss, succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure his cock and hands are giving you. Youâre positively drunk on his cock, letting him do whatever he wants to youâtouch you here, lick and bite you there, kiss on this, suck on thatânot only to be his good little slut, but because it feels fucking incredible. He knows what heâs doing, youâll give him that.Â
Then you feel it, your orgasm is slowly approaching, every move he makes pushes you closer and closer to the edge. And he knows it. The little whimpers you make, trying to hold back. The twitches your clit makes. The pulses of your pussy.Â
âAw,â he starts condescendingly. âIs my good little slut gonna come for me?â You nod rapidly, being sure to keep your mouth shut and movements under control. The last thing you want right now is a punishment. Or maybe itâs the thing you want most? The lines are too blurred to tell. âSay it.â
You can barely mumble it, but you manage to croak out, âYouâre gonna make me come, Kai.â
âGood girl.â He doesnât change a single thing. It creeps closer and closer until you can feel your body start to tip over. And then he does somethingâŠexpected? Surprising? Honestly, youâre not so sure anymore. He stops, your orgasm so close to crashing over you, ruined by this son of a bitch.Â
Tears form in your eyes. Was he really doing this to you? This annoying, stupid fucking jerk youâve hated for years making you cry over his cock?Â
âThatâs for being such a goddamn nuisance since the day I met you.âÂ
What do you do now? Be a jerk to him? Overpower him and pin him down? Sit there like a hole needing to be fucked? You decide to go for the last option, hoping heâll make you come as fast as he can. Although, truthfully, you feel like one swipe across your clit would make you finish you at this point.Â
âTell me you donât deserve me.â You keep your mouth shut. Gently wrapping his fingers around your throat, you stare at his eyes. He chuckles like heâs proud of you before he says, âYou may speak.âÂ
âI donât deserve you.â He squeezes harder, almost like heâs saying thatâs not enough. âI donât deserve to feel this good. I donât deserve your cock. I donât deserveâŠanything.âÂ
âGood girl.â He loosens his grip around your throat. Heâs done with his fun now. The ache in both of your bodies is getting unbearable and heâs determined to make you come first. Which he supposes he already did, despite ruining it for you. But heâs gotta get you back to that place before he gets there first.
Returning to the hard and fast pace of fucking you like he was a few minutes ago, his cock slams in and out and out of your pussy, ripples running down your thighs, ass, tits, everywhere. He stares in awe of your perfect tits bouncing in rhythm with his thrusts.Â
Your mouth opens and closes like you want to say something, but if you speak without permission, he may stop. You decide to take a chance anyway.Â
âKaiâŠâ you squeak out through the rough movements. He responds with a sweet yet sinister smile that says you may speak. âYou are gonna let me come, right?â
His eyebrows furrow, face full of pity. He asks, âYou think I should?â
âYou better or IâllâŠâ You trail off.
âYouâll what?â He stops moving, therefore earning a pathetic whine from you, trying to protest without words. âWhat are you gonna do to me?â
Now whatâs a good punishment for him? Clearly, heâs used to being the one punishing his sexual partnersâyou wonder how his other subs have dealt with him being a jerk. You donât want to overpower him like you thought you did. Thereâs something about being pinned down like this, letting him do whatever he wants, not having to move an inch. Youâre such a powerful woman everywhere elseâthe type A personality type, which you admit can get overwhelmingly exhausting.Â
Letting someone take full control over you like thisâitâs relaxing. You wonder how much heâs enjoying himself but you notice the way his eyes flutter when you simply tighten your pussy around his cock, how he hasnât stopped touching you since you finally let him, hell, he kissed you first. Of course heâs enjoying this. And bingoâyouâve got just enough control to get what you want.Â
âIâll never let you fuck me like this again.âÂ
Narrowing his eyes at you, it's like he knows that you caught him in the act of something. Cocking his head to the side, he asks, âWe canât let that happen, now can we?â
Somehow, the energy shifts to be even more desperate. Taking out years and years of frustration from hating each other while simultaneously wanting to have sex. Fucking as fast as your bodies will let you, the tent fills with the absolutely obscene noises coming from your mouths. The only reason you arenât holding back is because the rain beating against the plastic tent and the occasional thunder thankfully covers most of it.Â
When one of his thumbs finds your clit, you feel like youâre floating. The air falls out of your lungs, pleasure taking over your body as you relax into your orgasm. Youâre drunk, high on his cock and the only thing youâre seeing are stars and that stupid smirk plastered across his face. It rips through your body like lightning, shooting out your toes and fingertips.Â
âTalk to me,â he says breathlessly in your ear. But you canât. You can only manage strangled noises to let him know youâre having an incredible orgasm.Â
Coming down from your high, though, you finally say, âFuck, that felt so good.âÂ
âTell me how good.â
âYou made me feel soâŠso fucking good, Kai,â you say, shaking your head, unsure of what else to tell him. Call it post-nut clarity, but why the hell were you having sex with him again? Honestly, who cares? Heâs actually pretty hot and heâs damn good at this too. What happens after this? Enemies with benefits? Never mention it again? You make a note to come back to this with him later. But right now, you need to get to the matter at hand. âWhy donât you tell me how good I feel?â
âOh baby, you feel so good,â he says. âYour pussy might be the only thing I like about you.â He chuckles, his mouth dropping open, undeniably close to his own orgasm. âWell, maybe your pussy and your tits.â Burying his face between them, he bites down on the plush, groaning against your skin.Â
âI need you to come inside me, Kai. Please.âÂ
âKeep talking to me like that.â
And you do. Giving him praise, touching him in all the right places, putting on a show for him. With a few final thrusts, he groans, whispering something you donât catch, but you feel it. Him coming inside you with a sexy groan, covering your chest in the sloppiest of kisses and bites.Â
Catching his breath, he whispers breathlessly, âDamn. That was good.â Sliding out of you, an awkwardness catches up with the two of you. You push yourself up on your elbows, attempting to gather your thoughts. His eyes are still dark with desire as he looks at you with a satisfied smirk.Â
âListen,â you say, covering your chest with your blanket. âThis canât happen again.â His smile drops.
âWhat?â
âThe fact that we did that,â you gesture between the two of you, ânever leaves this tent, you hear me?â Cocking his head to the side, he nods awkwardly. âNo one can find out about this. God, Iâd be so embarrassed. Letâs justâŠget some sleep.âÂ
Did you forget about what he said?
Or Iâll never let you fuck my like this again. Using that as a threat if he didnât let you come meant you wanted to do it again, no? Slowly putting on his boxers again, he agrees, turning away from you to try and get some sleep but, all of a sudden, thereâs too much on his mind.Â
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HI! i know you are on brk, so do write this whenever you want, take all the rest you need carlos x norris!sister
age gap of about 3 years
angry lando, secret dating, angst then fluff
im backkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!! im so thankful for all of the adorable messages, thank sm for the support, without you i would not be able to do this! p.s get ready for post spams because your girl had too much ready!!!!
give me a chance (cs55)
⊠pairing - carlos sainz x norris!sister!reader
⊠genre - angst, fluffy ending
The tension in the motorhome kitchen was thicker than the stale coffee Carlos was reheating. You, Lando's younger sister by three years, fiddled with your phone, stealing nervous glances at Carlos. He nursed his mug, a self-conscious hand brushing over the small, purple mark blossoming on his neck. It mirrored the one blooming on yours â a secret souvenir from a stolen kiss in Monaco the previous weekend.
"We should be more careful," you whispered, pushing the stray tendril of hair that kept escaping your ponytail back behind your ear.
"Yeah," Carlos agreed, his voice low. "But seeing you in that dress..." He trailed off, a blush creeping up his neck.
A laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it. The memory of you slipping into the tiny hotel balcony, the twinkling lights of Monte Carlo sprawling beneath you, still sent shivers down your spine. Just as Carlos leaned in for another kiss, the door swung open and Lando burst in, interrupting your stolen moment.
"There you two are! Let's go, debrief's about to start."
Relief washed over you, momentarily eclipsing the disappointment. Keeping your relationship with Carlos a secret had been stressful, but Lando finding out was your worst nightmare. He was fiercely protective of you, the age gap somehow making him feel more like a brother than a sibling. He'd never approve of you dating a teammate, especially someone older.
The following days were a tightrope walk. Stolen glances across the paddock, whispered jokes in between briefs, unsupervised moments â it was exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure.
Then came this morning. Lando had been glued to his phone all breakfast, oblivious to the way your hand instinctively brushed against Carlos's under the table. But just as your fingers intertwined, Lando looked up, his gaze landing right on your neck. His eyes widened, then flickered to Carlos, who was sporting a matching mark.
The silence stretched, thick with dawning realization.
"What theâŠ" Lando finally sputtered, his voice a strangled whisper.
Then, a volcano erupted.
"Y/N! Carlos!" Lando slammed his phone on the table, the clatter echoing off the metal walls. "What is this?!"
"Lando, it's not whatâ" you began, but he cut you off.
"Don't you dare lie to me!" His voice was laced with a fury you'd never heard before. "You two? Since when?"
Carlos opened his mouth to speak, but Lando wasn't done.
"I can't believe this! You, Carlos? You're supposed to be like family!"
"Lando, please," you pleaded, standing up. "We can explain."
"There's nothing to explain!" He threw his hands up in the air. "This is a disaster! You know I wouldn't have approved!"
"That's exactly why we didn't tell you," Carlos said, his voice surprisingly steady. "We were afraid of this reaction."
"Afraid? You should be ashamed!" Lando glared at both of you. "This is unprofessional. This makes things awkward. This messes with everything!"
And with that, he stormed out of the motorhome, slamming the door behind him with a force that rattled the entire vehicle.
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You looked at Carlos, his expression mirroring your own â a mix of guilt, fear, and a stubborn determination to fight for what you had. You knew this wouldn't be easy, but one thing was clear â the secret was out. And the real race for your relationship had just begun.
The slam of the door echoed through the motorhome like a thunderclap, leaving behind a silence that vibrated with tension. You stared at the empty doorway, tears stinging your eyes. They spilled over unchecked, tracing a warm path down your cheeks.
Carlos reached out a hand, hovering hesitantly in the air before settling on your shoulder. "Y/N," he said softly, his voice laced with concern.
You turned to face him, tears blurring your vision. "What have we done?" you choked out, the question a ragged whisper.
Carlos flinched. "We⊠we just tried to be happy," he defended, his voice strained.
"But look at what it's done," you sobbed, gesturing towards the doorway. "Lando's furious. This is exactly what we were afraid of."
"We can talk to him," Carlos insisted, his jaw set. "Explain things better."
"Explain what, Carlos?" you snapped, a spark of anger igniting through your despair. "That we broke his trust? That we jeopardized everything for a few stolen moments?"
The anger in your voice seemed to take Carlos aback. He recoiled slightly, the hurt flickering in his eyes a fresh wound.
"That's not fair, Y/N," he said, his voice low. "We both knew the risks. We both wanted this."
"Maybe I shouldn't have," you mumbled, the words tasting like ash in your mouth.
The weight of your words hung heavy in the air. Carlos's eyes widened, a flicker of pain crossing his features. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Maybe this whole thing was a mistake," you said, your voice cracking. "Maybe we should have justâ"
You couldn't finish the sentence. The regret in your voice, the implication that you wished you'd never let things go this far, ripped through Carlos like a punch to the gut. He felt a lump form in his throat, his own tears threatening to spill.
"Y/N," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Don't say that."
But you were already shaking your head, tears streaming down your face. "I can't do this anymore, Carlos," you said, your voice breaking. "This is tearing everything apart."
Without another word, Carlos turned and walked away. His broad shoulders slumped, his steps heavy with unspoken hurt. He didn't look back at you, and as the door to his room slammed shut with a dull thud, you sank to the floor, the weight of your words crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You had just broken his heart, and in that moment, you weren't sure if you had broken yours too.
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Regret, a bitter taste on your tongue, pushed you to find Lando. You found him on the balcony, overlooking the bustling racetrack, a world away from the storm brewing inside you. The sight of him, usually your confidant, now felt daunting.
Taking a deep breath, you approached him hesitantly. "Lando," you choked out, hating how shaky your voice sounded.
He turned, surprise flickering across his face before it settled into a guarded expression. "Y/N," he said simply, offering no invitation to sit.
You stood awkwardly, fiddling with your fingers. "Lando, IâŠ" The words stuck in your throat. "I messed up. Big time."
The anger you'd seen in him earlier had morphed into a wary curiosity. He crossed his arms, waiting for you to continue.
Taking another deep breath, you launched into a monologue, your voice trembling. "It started with his eyes, Lando, the way they crinkle when he smiles. And his smile, oh God, his smile makes my heart skip a beat. And then there are his hugs⊠warm and safe, like a place I can always go home to. And his kisses," you whispered, the memory sending shivers down your spine, "like fireworks, Lando, exploding with a kind of magic I've never felt before."
Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. "I love him, Lando. I never knew I could love someone like I love Carlos."
As you spoke, a figure appeared in the doorway, frozen in place. It was Carlos, his face a mask of pain, each word a fresh blow to his heart. But he couldn't tear himself away. He needed to hear it all.
You continued, your voice thick with emotion. "I panicked, Lando. I thought this would ruin everything, for you, for the team. But all I see is broken trust and a pain I caused the man IâŠ" Your voice broke, a sob escaping your lips.
Lando watched you silently, his initial anger replaced by a flicker of understanding. He took a slow step towards you, his expression unreadable.
Then, to your surprise, he pulled you into a tight embrace. You buried your face in his shoulder, your tears soaking into his shirt.
"Hey," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "It's okay. You love him, I get it."
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. "Just⊠promise you'll take care of each other. And promise me you won't keep things from me again."
A choked laugh escaped your lips. "I promise, Lando. I promise everything."
Suddenly, you felt a warm presence behind you. A tear slipped down your cheek as you turned to see Carlos standing there, his eyes red-rimmed, a tear tracing a similar path down his own face.
He didn't say a word. He simply walked towards you and pulled you into his arms, his embrace a silent promise. You buried your face in his chest, tears streaming down as the weight of the last few hours lifted.
Lando stepped back, a small smile playing on his lips. He watched for a moment, his heart heavy but strangely at peace. "Alright, lovebirds," he said, his voice gruff. "Let's not turn this balcony into a waterfall."
You both pulled away slightly, but Carlos kept his arm wrapped around you, his touch a warm anchor. You looked up at him, his eyes glistening.
"Thank you, Lando," Carlos said, his voice thick with emotion.
"Just don't break her heart," Lando warned, a hint of his usual playful banter returning. "She's the only sister I've got."
Carlos nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on you. "I won't," he vowed, his voice a husky whisper.
And you, nestled in Carlos's embrace, knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you wouldn't face them alone. You had love, forgiveness, and a newfound understanding â a foundation strong enough to weather any storm.
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LOVE SCENE â LEE SEOKMIN àż
summary. youâre scared that seokmin might want to go separate ways after graduation, but he proves, in more ways than one, that he wants you. forever.
wc. 2.3k
warnings. college au. nerdy soft dom!seokmin, breeding kink xx, obscene amounts of dirty talk, pinch of angst, literal love making, unprotected sex, marriage kink, HEAVY praise, baby talk, v minimal plot im sorry â MINORS DNI 18+
note. DAMN ok i have a lot to say so iâll keep it short. ONE this was a request but like i kinda didnât do anything the request asked for and im so sorry, i hope u can forgive me anon. TWO i literally lost sight of the plot so dont ask me abt any missing details ehehb just enjoy seok being hot <3 THREE happy belated birthday to my minnie <3 FOUR thank u to my luvr @rkiv4d for beta-ing. yas ok enjoy
p.s. reblogs and feedback are extremely appreciatedâ i also love to hear ur thoughts <3
how seokmin pulled you, the most beautiful girl to ever walk the earth, he has no clue. heâs what people call a ânerdâ with his thick-rimmed glasses and his abnormally high IQ and youâre the pretty girl that didnât understand the simplicity of covalent and ionic bonds who fell head over heels for him.Â
you couldnât help it, he was so smart and so fucking pretty. he was awkward and he giggled when he got nervous and he was so unbelievably goofy that it had you laughing till you cried. nevertheless, he was the most beautiful man ever.Â
then you asked him out. he remembers it like it was yesterday. the last day of your chem classâ the end of the first semester of your sophomore yearâ right after your final. you thanked him incessantly, giving him a hug for helping you get a B in the class. you told him youâd rather thank him another wayâ another way being a date. with you. at your place with a homemade dinner.Â
he wouldâve been stupid to decline. so he didnât. and the rest was history. seokmin became your boyfriend, grew more confident in himself, and fell in love with you.
now youâre in your final year, the last few weeks approaching quickly, and youâve been anxious. anxious about seokmin leaving you, anxious about going separate ways after graduation, anxious that this was all just fun and games till it was time to get serious about life.
seokmin has picked up on your behavioral patterns over the past 2 years. he knows you so well, probably better than anyone else in your lifeâ probably better than he knows himself.Â
so when seokmin sees you evading his eyes with his cock stretching you open, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.Â
âhey,â he whispers, stilling inside of you. when you donât turn your head and your eyes are still closed, he calls for you. âbaby?â
you feel your heart clench at the pet name. âhmm?â you hum.
âbaby, do you not wanna do this anymore?â he questions worriedly, ready to pull away from you. âi can pull out.â
you mumble, âi-i do.âÂ
he cocks his head even more confused, âtalk to me, pretty, whatâs going on?â
he pushes into you some more, making you gasp and you can feel his expectant eyes burning holes into your face. you then realize heâs not gonna let this go, but itâs partially your fault for letting your mind wander while he was putting away the dinner you guys ate. you decide to just come out with it.
ââm just⊠so scared of graduatingâŠâ you whimper between your words, eyes screwing tighter.Â
he hums, âlook at me, baby.â the demand comes out so soft, yet the sheer dominance of his voice makes you clench around him. you turn your head on the pillow, opening your eyes, and finally looking at him. âwhy?â
you shudder at the eye contact. he looks so pretty, so concerned over you, yet youâre still tense and oh-so nervous. the topic of post-grad has never come up, and now youâre mid-fuck about to tell him how you want to be with him forever.Â
âi-iâm scared that⊠that youâre gonna go off without me,â you pant, hands wrapping around his biceps and holding him to keep you stable.Â
âwhere am i gonna go, beautiful?â he whispers, bottoming out and fully sheathing himself inside of you.Â
you whimper again, his massive cock filling you so well. âs-scared youâre gonna go do big things ân leave meâŠâÂ
he freezes at that, eyes widening, âleave you?â he asks incredulously as if he couldnât believe that youâd ask that question. âbaby, you think iâd leave you?âÂ
you nod slowly. âi dunno, âs just that iâve been thinking ân youâre so smartâ gonna go get a real job thatâs across the country or somethingâŠâÂ
heâs honestly bewildered. why would you ever think something like that when heâs tried so hard to show you how much he loves you every single day?
âoh, baby, i would never fucking leave you.â he presses his forehead yours, nose rubbing against yours. âpretty fucking thing, i adore youâ love you. more than anything.â
your eyes glisten with tears at the reassurance. you feel yourself relax under him, entirely fluttering at his words. âreally?â
âyes, really. how can i prove it to you? want me to put a ring on your finger?â he whispers, breath fanning against your face.Â
you gasp, clenching around him again, fingers digging into his muscles. he smiles, chuckling airly at your reaction.Â
âmy pretty baby wants that? you like that idea?â he asks, his sultry voice filling your ears. âyou wanna be my wife?â
you nod your head, eyes fluttering shut as you moan, âyeah, w-wanna be your wife.âÂ
your response has seokmin reeling. he pulls his hips back and slams back into you making both of you moan again.Â
âyeah? bet you want my kids, too.â he states boldly, mind cringing at his words and internally freaking out that youâll get turned off at them.Â
you choke, clamping tightly around his length. âf-fuck.â you cry. âd-donât say things like that, seok.â
âwhy? âcuz iâm right?â he grunts, thrusts growing faster.
you nod your head and seokmin nearly cries, cock twitching at the idea of pumping you full of cum and getting you pregnant with his kids. youâd be such a great mom and heâd love having a mini-seok running around a nice, big house fit to take a family.Â
admittedly, heâs been wanting to talk about his future with you. heâs been fantasizing about it since the first time he said he loved you. fantasizing about you being his wife and living together in a big house and having three kids and living happily ever after as if it were some fairytale. heâs imagined your kids and how they would be a constant reminder of his everlasting love for you. he hopes that theyâll look like both of youâ kids with your eyes and his nose. heâd kill for that.
âwanna put a baby in you,â he mumbles, lips ghosting over yours. âswear to god, âm gonna give you everything you wantâ âll get you a ring ân a houseâ everything. just say the word.â
you lift your head to press your lips to his, moaning into his mouth like a mad woman. your stomach drops in anticipation, suddenly craving the feeling of his warm cum filling you to the brim, sure to get you pregnant. your legs wrap around him, heels digging into his back and you canât resist the cry that he ends up swallowing at the new angle.Â
seokmin pulls back, panting, âgonna let me give it to you, baby?âÂ
âuh-huh!â you nod, eyes screwing shut and jaw going slack as his speed increases. âyes, yes, please give it to me.â your response is wavered as you nearly choke on a sob of pleasure.Â
and you know the decision is hasteâ a baby even though you still have a month left of undergrad seems⊠absurd to say the very least, but you donât need to think about anything. you know seokmin. you know heâs the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. he's an amazing boyfriend and person in general. you already know heâd make an even more amazing husband and father.Â
who wouldâve thought the nerdy man with glasses who was insanely good at chemistry would be the one you ended up with?
he lets out a guttural moan, âsuch a good girl, always saying please.â he praises, slamming into your sweet spot repeatedly.
and jesus fucking christ, your moans and cries are like music to his fucking ears.Â
his head falls into your neck, licking and sucking at your skin. ânever gonna leave, i promise. gonna make you mine, gonna take care of you.â he mumbles into the skin as he continues to mark and ravage you.Â
the stimulation and his words are sending you into orbit as your stomach churns and tightens at the feeling of his cock rearranging your insides. his strokes are impressive, never missing a beat and unrelentingly hitting the spot that makes you crumble.Â
he feels you tighten around him, gummy walls squeezing him in and he curses, âshit, is my pretty girl gonna cum already?â his voice borders on condescending, but it only makes the tightrope in your stomach all the more closer to completely unraveling.Â
ây-yeah, so close,â you moan breathily as your pants increase, chest rising and falling rapidly. âso fuckinâ close, min, âm gonna cum.â
his lips find your ear and he whispers hotly against the shell, âcome on, baby, cum for me so i can fill you up.â he gently tugs at your earlobe with his teeth and you canât resist, back arching with a shiver running down your spine.
your orgasm brings you immense pleasure, white spots filling your vision as you cum with a loud sob. you feel it in your entire body, from your curled toes to your thrown back head. your eyes roll back, calling out his name and raking your nails down the skin of his arms.Â
he coos, holding back a groan at the way you get even tighter as you soak him in arousal. âthaaatâs it, baby, just like that. so, so good for me.â he coaxes you through your euphoric high, fucking you through it as he always does.Â
âs-so good,â you slur, parroting his words as your mind numbs a bit.Â
he moans, letting the sound of your whimpers and the lewd sounds of your bodies meeting fill the room. he buries his head in your neck again, desperately rutting into you so he can let go, too. your eyes flutter closed again and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you.Â
your overstimulated pussy pulses around him as you listen and whine along to your lover's muffled moans. you can tell heâs close. so close to giving you the life youâve imagined for almost 2 years. so close to being yours forever.Â
âseok, cum inside me,â you whisper and his hips stutter, yet they keep moving as if they have a mind of their own. he lifts his head and looks at youâ his eyes are clouded over and teary, yet theyâre filled with all the love in the world.
he looks so beautiful above you. his face is scrunched up in pleasure, brows knitted, eyes droopy, mouth hung open as pretty sounds exit his loose lips.
âi⊠fucking love youâŠso much.â he says in between pants, thrusts growing sloppy. the telltale signs of his fast approaching orgasm becoming heavily apparent. âgod, so much, baby, love you so much.â
you nod your head, mirroring his pleasured face. âme too, seok, i love you.â your words are a bit scrambled, but seokmin makes sense of themâ understands you so well.Â
his eyes roll back a bit at your response, brain momentarily malfunctioning, but he comes back seconds later. âgonna take this load like a good girl, right, pretty? gonna get pregnant and let me marry you?â he moans out breathily, cock now twitching uncontrollably.Â
âyes, yes, yes, please, wanâ it so bad!â you beg.
itâs all he needs to press his hips to yours, stilling there, and releasing inside of you while he moans out your name so prettily. itâs a newfound feeling for both of youâ his cum coating your cunt, filling you up till itâs spilling on his freshly washed sheets. heâs grown accustomed to finishing on your skin or into a condom, but this? this is all very new. this is something he now canât live without.
you think the same thing when you feel him spraying your walls with his thick ropes of cum. it feels so goodâ so euphoricâ while itâs leaking out of you. you donât know how youâve gone your entire adult life without experiencing this at least once. Â
âc-came so much, babyâŠâ you whimper, feeling him pull his cock out of you.Â
as soon as he sees his release dripping out of you, he groans softly, already feeling hard again, but he decides to ignore it for now, bringing his attention back to you.
âhey⊠love,â he says softly, noticing the way you perk up a bit from your tired state just at the sound of your name. âyou shouldâve told me you felt like that⊠i hate that you thought iâd just leave you âcause we wonât be in school anymore.â
you frown, âiâm sorry, i didnât know how to bring it up without being awkward⊠itâs the real world and i dunno⊠things are different.â
he sighs, hands running up and down your naked sides. âi get it, but like i said, i wanna be with you forever.â
you blush, biting your lip to hide the wide grin that ends up on your face despite the fact. âyeah, i remember⊠was that a proposal by the way?â you ask meekly.Â
he squeezes at your waist, âdid you want it to be?â he beams.
âi mean, it was a bit untraditional, definitely not how i expected my wedding proposal to be.âÂ
âwhat? you mean you didnât think youâd get proposed to while i had my dick inside you?â he asks with faux incredulity. âi, for one, thought this was the best proposal ever. i even put a lil baby in you.â
you giggle, wrapping your legs around his body again, âyou donât know that, iâm not pregnant⊠yet.â
his heart swells at the idea and he smiles brightly at your blushy face, âwell, maybe another round can change that, hmm?â
you pull him closer to you by the strength of your legs and say, âmake me yours then, seokmin.â
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I have always been wary of the psychiatric industry, but its only very recently that i started to read anti-psychiatric works. Your blog is the first time i saw that the "chemical imbalances causing mental illness" is a myth, and honestly its something im having a hard time wrapping my head around.
Is it that mood regulation struggles, labelled as a mental illnesses, has more to do with outside factors instead of the person "just being that way"? Is it therefore unlikely for someone to have struggles with mood regulation if they cant identify any external causes that would cause them to be, for example, extremely agoraphobic or to have anger management issues? Im asking this for myself mainly, cause i always had intense agoraphobia no matter how i often go outside my home (in fact it was worse when i was a teen and i was outside the house in even more back then). I cant think of any reason for me to be like this than chemical imbalances in my brain.
the specific 'chemical imbalance' myth i was talking about in this post is the idea that depression is caused by low serotonin, and that therefore SSRIsâserotonin re-uptake inhibitors, ie drugs that cause a higher level of serotonin in the brainâought to cure or at least ameliorate depression. this conjecture is belied by the fact that SSRIs don't, at a population level, reliably perform better than placebo.
although a neurobiological cause of 'mental illness' has long been the holy grail of psychiatry, the serotonin imbalance myth is far from the only hypothesis that psychiatrists and neuroscientists have proposed. so, a critique of the serotonin myth is not synonymous with, or generalisable to, a critique of every neurobiological mechanism purported to explain psychiatric diagnoses. you may be interested to know, though, that genomics and neuroscience have not identified a biological cause of any psychiatric diagnosis (p. 851).
all human experiences are biologically instantiated, including in the brain and wider nervous system. we are embodied beings. however, it is a leap to assume that such instantiation is automatically equivalent to a causal explanation or disease etiology. in other words, to deny that psychiatric diagnoses are known to be biologically caused does not mean we deny that thoughts and thought patterns express in the physical matter of neuroanatomy. this is a major philosophical sticking point to keep in mind whenever you're looking at something like, eg, a study that purports to show 'brain differences' in those assigned a certain psychiatric diagnosis. another thing to consider is whether these papers are plagued with methodological issues or financial conflicts of interest.
i can't possibly tell you why you exhibit agoraphobia. however, when i talk about social, economic, and environmental factors that may contribute to the patterns of behaviour labelled as 'mental illness', i'm talking about much more than the individual choice to leave your house. since phobias are 'anxiety disorders', i might start by probing into questions like: is the world you live in safe? do you perceive it as safe? do you or your community face existential threats that may confront you more obviously when you go outside? are you nervous around other people, and if so, might that be connected to fears (well-founded or not) about interpersonal violence and harm? do you think any of these anxieties may be connected to the hostility and inaccessible design of the social environment and economic conditions?
human behaviour and thought varies. some of those variations may be totally benign; others may be helpful or harmful to the person living with them. it would be weird if every single one of the 8 billion people on earth experienced precisely the same amount of anxiety about any situation, no? all of this is to say: yeah, it's entirely possible you have been, for one reason or another (genetic, neuroanatomical, social, &c) predisposed to experience high, even debilitating levels of anxiety when leaving your home. most human characteristics develop from a tangle of social, environmental, material causesâie, from a combination of 'nature' and 'nurture'. what doesn't follow, though, is the claim that there is therefore a discrete, 'diseased' element of your brain or brain functioning that can simply be cured or eliminated through psychiatric intervention.
it is a critical point of anti-psychiatry to challenge psychiatric and neuroscientific claims to neurobiological determinism where psychiatric diagnoses are concerned. this is for many reasons, including: a) that these claims have not been demonstrated to actually be true [see above]; b) that they rob pathologised people of agency and self-determination [see: you're too sick to know you're sick, and the doctor will fix you now]; c) that they are often pushed by pharmaceutical companies with financial interests, or grant-funded researchers with... financial interests; d) that they are politically seductive in various eugenic, hereditarian discourses that seek to eliminate the biologically 'unfit' element from society.
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max the extra wag l Max Verstappen
a/n: this is so bad im sorry but it just came to my mind! I hope to post the second part of the Lando break up series tomorrow, hopefully after he gets on the podium!!!!
pairing: Max Verstappen x female reader
genre: fluff
FIND THE REST OF MAX THE WAG SERIES HERE
summary: you can't keep up with all the drama outside the track, but your boyfriend keeps you updated.
It's not like you didn't check social media or that your algorithm didn't show you edits of your boyfriend driving, trauma dumping, looking cute and hot as always, but after a couple of weeks being exploited as an intern, you didn't really have the time to keep up with the usual gossip from Max's work.
Monaco GP, 2023
It was great to be home. The best of the Monaco Grand Prix was that you could sleep on your own bed, you and Max could walk back home hand in hand, stopping to buy things you may need: sweets to fill your purse to binge while sitting on the garage, the special herbal blend Max liked to have before going to bed, condoms because the last box was almost empty.
Adored and precious routine. almost.
You had to admit Monaco made you a little more nervous, not only because of the narrow streets, but a lot of important, well-known people were all over the place, and Max was the center of it all. Even after years of relationship, you still felt nervous when he looked at your with glowing eyes.
This is my girlfriend, (y/n). She has this great internship because she's the best of her class. I'm sure you've met before.
When all that was over, you chatted a bit with known photographers from the paddock, and right when you were speaking to one of them, you noticed the special white and red look of Charles Leclerc, walking hand in hand with a girl.
It didn't catch your attention immediately, but when you were back home, comfortably sitting on your bed reading an article for work while Max viewed the photographs of the day, the image sneaked in your thoughts.
"You didn't tell me about Charles and Charlotte!" you released the statement a bit harsher than expected, Max's eyebrows furrowing.
"Tell you what?" Max was confused and his face showed it, it was funny.
"Charles Leclerc? Charlotte Siné? Sounds familiar?" you said playfully rolling your eyes.
"I know who they are, schat, but I don't know the thing I was supposed to tell you about? They broke up months ago, they even announced it on instagram, although it was completely unnecessary if you ask me," The last sentence painted a smile on your face, recognizing the change of the tone of his voice, posture and facial expressions, he was ready to gossip.
"But I saw them walking together today! They were walking towards the Ferrari garage, they were holding hands and everything!"
Right in that moment, you observed how his expression changed before realizing a chuckle, his loud and gorgeous laugh that instantly made your insides flutter because it came from his stomach, his lungs; the purest laugh, your favorite.
"She is his new girlfriend, babe," Max told you and your jaw dropped. "Checo said the same thing to me and Daniel when they walked in together for the first time, Checo was sure it was Charlotte until Charles introduced us before the press conference," Now he was in full gossip mode: sitting straighter, phone left behind, blue eyes open wide.
"I'm speechless," you told him, repeating what you saw in the morning over and over again, but your feelings suddenly deviated from surprise to betrayal, playfully hitting Max's thigh. "Honey, why didn't you tell me that sooner?!"
Barcelona GP, 2023
Today you entered the paddock alone, coming straight from the hotel room after landing just an hour ago. You were sad to miss Friday, but your boss said it was vital for you to be in the office on Friday, insisting the meetings couldn't be held on Zoom.
You knew it was because he's a Mercedes fan and hoped Max would be distracted without having you there.
As if. your presence wasn't very vital during the weekend and you were well aware of it.
Admiring the amount of fans cheering for their favorite drivers, a sea of red Ferrari merchandising and flags, you walked by the Ferrari garage to greet Carlos, letting him know you (and Max) were cheering for him to get P2.
P1 belonged to your boyfriend, always.
Quickly scanning the drivers lounge you noticed the Sainz family, very close to each other, Carlos Sainz Sr. listening to everything the engineers were saying about his son's strategy and car.
But something was missing, and it was easy to notice because every friend and family of Carlos was there.
With that idea roaming, you reached your destination, grabbing a sugar free Red Bull before finding your boyfriend with his suit hanging from his hips, tightly hugging him from his waist while carefully extending your neck to meet his lips.
Max was required to stay longer on the track, Christian letting him know they added a meeting to discuss strategy because of the changing wether.
This left you with almost an hour to kill; your head resting on his thighs as he carefully juggling.
"Max, have you heard anything from the party last week? after the gp?" this got Max's attention, already knowing you had a piece of information.
"I know Lando almost hooked up with a girl from Latin America, from Chile I think? but nothing happened because his brother was staying on his flat. Charles and... ex girlfriend 2.0? made it official. Checo didn't go anywhere because last year still haunts him..." Max was mentally remembering every piece of information he'd heard during the week. "Oh, and I think Carlos was with a girl that wasn't his girlfriend? Christian said they didn't do anything, but Max Fewtrell said they left together,"
"Interesting because you know who's not in the Ferrari garage? at his home race? Isa," You told Max, which caused him to drop the colorful balls he was juggling.
"No! So it's true? he cheated?" He whisper shouted.
"Maybe they've been broken up for some time, now that I think about it I haven't seen her since testing?"
Neither Max nor you heard when someone walked in, calling for Max. Because now Max's head was resting on your legs as your fingers caressed his hair, his hands moving around as he came up with a possible theory, tying loose ends and trying to remember anything he'd heard.
The subject was forgotten once you arrived to the hotel room; lights off, eyes almost closing, but Max gasped when he remembered something Alonso mentioned during a press conference, apparently after hearing Lance talking with Esteban.
"Lance said Esteban and his girlfriend are over, do you think it's true?" Max asked you, and this brought up another thing.
"Did you hear anything about Lance cheating or whatever at his sister's wedding?" now you asked him, bodies coming closer to each other.
Now sleep was long forgotten and the only important thing was the gossipy whispers, the loud giggle leaving Max's lips when something sounded too ridiculous, and the security of knowing you'd never be the subject of those rumors.
#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen fanfic#max verstappen au#max verstappen#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen blurb#max verstappen fluff#max verstappen x you#f1 x you#f1 fic#f1 x reader#max verstappen fic#max the wag
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waterfall , tomioka giyuu
x gn!reader ! giyuu using his water breathing, he asks for permission to confess and impress you!
author's note: im having writers block with kny specifically (future sunny: thats a bad excuse btw... i just dont because idk what to write for majority of the characters) so literally everything these days is jjk. justice for kny!!!!
double author's note: hi... future sunny here. this message ^^ yeah, that was FOUR WEEKS AGO now its just laziness rather than writers block... thats why the dialogue has literally no description half the time and i really did not want to finish this
triple author's note: ahaha i bet you've never seen three in a row đ anyways i forgot to post this after i proofread it half asleep so here u go
"do you like rivers?"
"mhm."
"what about lakes?"
"i like anything to do with water, tomioka. you don't need to worry so much about what i like."
"i'm not worried." giyuu's gaze turns away from you, like it always does, and he looks straight ahead. "there's just something i want to try."
though slightly wary of his intentions, you know that giyuu isn't the type of guy to put you in situations where he doesn't have your consent first. and quite clearly, it's something to do with water, because he's been awfully chatty about different bodies of water, fishes, and just nature in general. it's difficult to make a guess of what he's planning, because sometimes he can just be so unintentionally unpredictable. and weird. he's a weirdo.
you walk behind him so he's able to lead the way. now that he's gone all quiet again, you can't help but furrow your eyebrows a bit. something he wanted to try? what could he possibly want to try in the middle of the night? let alone in a forest...
finally, he comes to a halt. obviously, you're a bit... confused, being stopped in front of a large, and deep body of water surrounded by rocks.
"hold my hand."
"why?"
as if he knew you were going to ask that, he turns to face you with not a single change in his expression, neatly holding out his hand to you. "i'm going to do something, and i don't want you to slip." something. there's that something again.
your eyes flicker from his hand to his face just a few times, then to the surroundings, looking out for anything odd. he wouldn't be the type to prank you, would he?
"do you not trust me?"
"i do. it's just this something that you mention..."
"don't worry. i won't do anything bad."
would it be bad to say that he immediately soothed your worries? he was already speaking more than he usually would, and you noticed his free hand was always on the handle of his sword, so he's vigilant. no worries at all. you take his hand. it's cold, and unexpectedly smooth. "what are you going to do?"
no answer. he takes a step closer to the edge, just one little tip toe away from the surface of the water. "by any chance.." giyuu remains quiet, head bowed to the water below before his eyes move back up to yours. "do you have a significant other?"
"no..."
"then," for a beat, he looks off to the side, and then turns his head back to you. "can i ask for your permission for me to... attempt to court you?"
"ah, is this why you brought me all the way out here? you have feelings for me?"
"...you found me out."
"you just told me that?"
"i didn't mean to."
the back of your hand comes up to your lips, poorly silencing your giggles. "you're a bit silly sometimes."
no response. "come."
giyuu takes a step down from the rocks, and into the body of water. from above, it was difficult to tell how far down the bottom of the lake was. "my clothesïżœïżœïżœ"
he cuts you off. "don't worry. they won't get wet."
maybe he's telling the truth, since his aren't either. one last time, you look down at your covered feet, a nervous twitch running through them as the chill breeze suddenly became so apparent.
immediately, you're met with dreamlike arches of water and splashes surrounding the two of you, frozen in time and unmoving. for the first time, it feels like you're genuinely seeing his breathing technique visually, the sight similar to a vivid lucid dream. except this... this is way better. right in the climax, streams shoot up into the air, curving and twisting to form a heart in the center, then dispersing just as quick, the drops of rain disappearing into nothing as it touches skin.
it was beautiful, but beautiful wasn't even a word good enough to describe it.
"tomiokaâ?" but as you turn around, giyuu is nowhere to be seen. "huh? tomioka?"
you look left, and you look right. nobody's around: not a single life in sight. the trees are quiet, only the splashing of the waterfall fills in for the lack of noise around. and when you look down at your feet, you only see your legs submerged in water, all the way up to your knees. your haori steadily soaked up the liquid, the material darkening and growing heavier on your shoulders. "my socks!"
yes, you did have to walk home with wet tabi socks and zori with an uncomfortably damp surface. and yes, you did walk home with a constant flutter in your heart, not even knowing when the next time you'll catch a glimpse of him will be.
#kny imagines#kny drabbles#demon slayer drabbles#demon slayer imagines#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu giyuu#kny giyuu#demon slayer giyuu#giyuu tomioka#giyuu x reader#giyuu x you#giyuu headcanons#giyuu drabbles#giyuu imagines#kimetsu no yaiba imagines
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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (4)
harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker â social media AU
I am actually a little bit nervous about this part, so I hope you enjoy it.
About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. Sheâs also a fan of Harryâs music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.
Disclaimer: The story itâs set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I wonât be basing myself on Harryâs actual posts.
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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 4) â THE VIDEO
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yourinstagram im sorry its taken me so long to show up. i thought time would give me the ability to find some words to say, but as it turns out im much better at telling things through a camera than through a pen (or a keyboard, in this case). when i posted my first video on youtube, all i wanted was to find myself again after finally getting free from a relationship that drained the fun out of me. making movies is something that ive always been passionate about, so i thought â why not? three months later, when i posted my first video at a concert, all i wanted was to tell the story of a woman who, after raising two kids and giving everything she had to make everyone around her happy and safe, finally had the opportunity to make one of her most âinnocentâ dreams (seeing shania twain) come true. fast forward to this week, as i post my latest video all i want is to tell the story of a man who has the entire world in the palm of his hand and yet lives his life as if heâs merely another ordinary soul on earth. what happens now, and what you do with this story (or with any other ive already told), its not up to me anymore.Â
that all being said, thank you harry for trusting me with this story. it wasnât mine to tell, but you allowed me to do it anyway and iâll always be grateful for that. so, again, thank you.Â
ok i will stop typing now.Â
actually, im just gonna add that i hope you all enjoy this video as much as i do (but if you donât, thats fair, and iâll accept it just as much)Â
ok, now im done :)Â
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lookitsnyoh đđđđđ harryfan9 this was so much more than weâve asked for đđđ user1 its been almost 24 hours since you posted this video and im still đČ!! YOUâRE INCREDIBLE user5 absolutely amazing! unexpected, captivating, touching⊠10/10! yourbrother Kinda sucks that I donât even feel like teasing you this time. Iâm just proud.
âł sisterinlaw Printed and framed already. âł yourinstagram ⊠i dont even know what to say right now âł yourinstagram ïŒ sisterinlaw iâll need a copy of that plsÂ
harryfan your mind is so brilliant im so in love with this and i know i speak for the entire fandom when i say: THANK YOU đ
âł harryfan5 no really bc weâre so used to getting practically nothing that she coulve just done anything and we wouldâve still died⊠and yet she gave us THIS? Ⳡharryfan7 yn deserves the best in life period âł harryfan54 câmon⊠itâs not THAT good
harrystyles đČ so this was my story you were telling?Â
âł yourinstagram i kept my side of the promise, didnt i? you were supposed to keep yours âł harrystyles fair enough. youâre welcome x Ⳡyourinstagram đđđđđ âł yourinstagram thank you âł harrystyles youâre welcome x âł harryfan25 OMFGDSGFUAGFBH âł harryfan11 ïŒ yourinstagram ïŒ harrystyles sorry guys do you want us to leave you two alone? Ⳡharryfan51 đđđđđđđ Ⳡharryfan17 wdym you kept your side of the promise??? what did you promise????? what is it?????
harryfan10 pls we need more harry content already user7 Donât go missing again, we miss you here!Â
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harrystyles Iâm honored to say ïŒ yourinstagram has turned the beginning of this new chapter into a lovely short-movie, one you can watch right now on her youtube channel.Â
Thank you Yn for being so caring and respectful about everything and everyone involved in this project. To watch this idea turn into reality has been nothing but inspiring.Â
Welcome to the team, itâs too late to back out now. x
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bestfriend this moment is all mine. 20+ years of friendship are FINALLY paying off.Â
âł user3 youâre so unserious i love it fgajdujn âł yourinstagram im doing it just for you <3
harryfan5 noooooo I canât do this my heart canât take it pls stop đđ harryfan23 I CANT BELIEVE YNS FIRSTS WORDS TO HIM WERE SHUT THE FUCK UP HAHAHAHAHA annetwist What a wonderful job youâve done dear ïŒ yourinstagram đ„°
âł yourinstagram â€ïž âł harryfan54 đ
harryfan66 who are you and what have you done to the real harry? đ§
Ⳡharryfan14 for real tho lmao Ⳡharryfan74 yup. ive been saying it: another strategy just to get a random famous on harrys back. as usual.
harryfan9 NOT HARRY EXPOSING THE FIRST TIME THEY TALKED????
âł harryfan3 and the fact that HE texted her first??? Ⳡharryfan9 pls!!! molly gave me your nUmBeR đ€Șđ€Ș
harryfan15 oh youâre so sick for this AHDUAJHDJÂ yourinstagram THOSE messages? REALLY???
âł harrystyles Iâve been explicitly forbidden to post a picture with you so I had to improvise. Ⳡyourinstagram ok but did you also have to conveniently leave my next message out of it? âł harrystyles Yes x.Â
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game!luigi headcanons!!!
i keep seeing a lot of people make headcanon dump posts, so i decided to make one of my various luigi headcanons myself! heres to anyone who wants to read this post! i hope none of you mind the tags, and i apologize if i bugged you!
@peaches2217 @pianokantzart @loud-kid2 @jelly-fish-wishes @itsavee4117 @silenzahra @supa-mehyro @supergay-64 @acen402 @totallyking @oh-my-gosh-its-j0sh @dayseedrawz2 @bberetd @megamagimugi
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- luigi has autism spectrum disorder, he was diagnosed at a young age along with marios adhd diagnosis. he also has generalized anxiety disorder and sometimes depression, but he has found many great ways to cope throughout the years.
- luigi LOVES cows. any animal he doesnt know the name of would be called "cow". he uses this as a placeholder word, and he doesnt express the fact he doesnt know the animal directly.
- anytime luigi is overly scared, nervous, shy, or excited, he tends to have a stutter. for him, its hard to find many words in this state.
- you may think luigi is just a plumber, but he also has many different hobbies! these include mechanics, arts, sports (especially tennis!), photography, gardening, and even music!
- luigis favorite colors are green and "porpol" (his pronounciation, not mine).
- luigi is bisexual. he has a strong romantic relationship with princess daisy, but fails to admit it to anyone other than his loved ones in fear of judgement. he also has had interest in prince peasley, but unfortunately wasnt able to talk to him about it before they departed.
- luigi hates loud noises, which led to a childhood fear of lightning and explosions. thankfully, his fear of that significantly lessened thanks to his thunderhand.
- luigi posts polterpup content EVERYWHERE on social media. he may be a cat person, but polterpup is a STRONG exception. have i mentioned he loves his pet ghost dog with all of his heart?
- luigi is generally a pretty emotional guy. barely slamming his hand on the wall? crying. getting a game over in a video game? crying. watching a sad moment in a babies show? crying. just arrived at the doctors office for a checkup? crying. these were mostly exaggerations, but the fact that luigi is emotionally in touch when needbe still stands. this, of course, is a positive thing.
- pancakes is luigis favorite comfort food. he simply stims with joy just ready for a bite! he especially loves it with syrup and blueberries! mmmm... now im hungry!
- when luigi succeeds in battle, he breaks into the sickest dance moves. dont ask me why.
- luigi has a strong feeling of fear, almost anytime he feels it. its either "oh, this is scary :(" or "OH MY GOODNESS I AM PISSING MY PANTS IN TERROR I NEED TO DO SOMETHING OR ESCAPE OR ELSE IM GONNA PASS OUT!!!". absolutely NO inbetweens.
-luigis body has a hard time adjusting to temperature or sudden gait changes. goes out in 50° fehrinheit for a millisecond while wearing a baggy jacket, and hes shivering like a wet dog. he loses the cat powerup after using it for not even 5 minutes, and hes tumbling around as if he were incredibly drunk.
- speaking of drunk, luigi almost never drinks alcohol. he always drinks non-alcoholic alternatives unless on VERY special occasions such as his own wedding or a "our lives are saved again thanks to the bros" party.
- luigi prefers to not be the leader in groups. it makes him very anxious anytime he has to take that role, especially if its a larger group of unfamiliar people.
- luigi is so so so ambiverted. he doesnt want to socialize with new people as he prefers sameness and familiarity. but, when hes with people he knows such as mario and friends, he talks more than youd see in an eminem song. craziest part, hes actually great at making new friends.
- luigi enjoys storytelling. like mentioned in the last headcanon, he enjoys telling people he knows about his day or any sort of scenario that popped up in his head.
- luigi has a high iq, as he can use his logic quite well in tight situations. mario and luigi brothership shows that far enough.
- luigis thunderhand can be helpful, but sometimes it can cause more harm than good. hes normally invincible to his own attack and just lightning in general, but when hes under strong enough emotion, it can lead to his invincibility shield dissipating and him getting hurt.
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thats all i have for now! someday soon i may work on headcanon posts for other mario characters and perhaps characters from different fandoms! lemme know if you wanna see more!
#headcanon#headcanon post#mario & luigi#luigi#luigi mario#super mario brothers#super mario#mario bros#writing#writers on tumblr
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it's not just a game - yoon jeonghan
word count: 1.2k words
warnings: mentions of alcohol
pairings: yoon jeonghan x afab reader
genre: friends to lovers, fluff, a hint of angst
a/n: this has not been proofread so i apologise if there's some mistakes. also, its been a little while since i posted zzzz
check out my masterlist! // hannie's m.list
jeonghan's povÂ
the bottle spun and landed on me. ''truth or dare?'' as soon as the words left seungcheol's mouth, i knew i was utterly screwed, especially with that stupid sly smirk on his face. it didn't matter what i picked because i know, with both options, the boys would stir some shit up one way or another.
just to be clear, i am in no way a willing participant in this game, especially not when all of us are either drunk and tipsy. but of course, who am i to say no when seungcheol suggested this game earlier to y/n and she just had to drag me by my hand and ask me to play together. it's just a game hannie, don't be such a scaredy caaat
am i going to admit that i am scared? no. but am i scared? beyond that, i am terrified, mortified. why? because 30 minutes prior to y/n arriving at our flat, i had just been talking to seungcheol and joshua about her. after specifically telling them both that i dont think im ready to confess yet because as much as i hate to admit it, i become a stuttering mess in front of her. and i hate it because that's not me. that's not who i am. i am yoon jeonghan. i am confident! i don't get nervous. i don't get shy. ever. so why am i like this in front of her?
ââhurry up, handsome. you're taking too long.ââ she whined; pulling my heartstrings. ââdare.ââ i said without putting much thought into it. ââwho do you think is the most attractive person here?ââ soonyoung asked.Â
ââmyself of course.ââÂ
ââaside from yourself, dumbass.ââ vernon laughed.
ââim older than you! watch it.ââ i said jokingly as i punched his arm lightly.
ââso? who is it?ââ seungcheol continued probing.Â
ââi'd rather take the penalty shot than answer this stupid question.ââ
ââok fine, take the shot then.ââ joshua said dejectedly.
i poured myself a shot and lifted it to my lips, but before i downed it, ââcome on guys, technically, he did answer the question.ââ y/n came to my defense. I immediately put the shot glass back on the floor. ââexactly. i did technically answer your question.ââÂ
âyeah you did except, we're playing truth or dare and you weren't telling the truth. soooâŠâŠpenalty shot.ââ vernon bit back. i gave him a tight-lipped smile and down the penalty shot in surrender.
this time, the bottle landed on soonyoung. ââalright, truth or dare buddy?ââ joshua asked soonyoung. ââmhmmâŠdare.ââ
ââi dare you to give y/n a kiss on the cheek'â seungcheol said with a laugh. a kiss?????????? on the cheek???????? oh hell. ââwhat kind of stupid game is this?? you guys didn't even ask her. what if she doesn't want that??ââ i challenged.
ââdo you not want to y/n? if you don't, its really fine, jeonghan is right.ââ joshua said.
ââi don't mind it. come on hannie, it's just a game.ââ she said as she looked at me with those eyes. if i didnât know any better, i would have thought that it was those eyes of adoration..like..she feels something for me too. my breath hitched for a moment. but i do know better; lightweight y/n is just tipsy, maybe a little drunk. those eyes didnât mean anything at all.Â
and with that, soonyoung turns to his side and gave her a peck on her cheek, it felt agonizingly long, that is, until she looks up me while soonyoung still has his lips on her cheek. im conflicted. half of me feelsâŠ..feels jealousy. the other half of me feels..lightâŠlike im floating almost. ââs-soonyoung ah, thats enough.ââ i couldn't stand seeing it anymore.Â
ââcome on, lets stop this. its already 230am.ââ i suggested.Â
ââlets just play one more round and then we'll call it a night.ââ vernon tried accommodating.
ââoh yes! one more round! please hannie! i havenâ't had this much fun in such a long time.ââ how could i ever say no?
this time, the bottle landed on y/n. ââdare or dare y/n?ââ soonyoung asked. ââwhat do you mean dare or dare?ââ she pouted as she asked.
ââcome on, it's the last round of the night. lets make it fun! go with a dare please!ââ soonyoung asked her as he clasped his hands together; begging her with his puppy dog eyes. ââokay fine lets go with dare.ââ she answered as she patted soonyoung's head. no, i am not jealous.
ââkissâŠâŠjeonghan hyung.ââ my eyes grew big as the words left soonyoung's mouth. is he crazy? has he lost his mind? my eyes glanced over to y/n slowly, trying to gauge her reaction. i watched as her eyes grew wide for a second before it turned into a smile. ââhannie, do you mind?ââ she asked me gently, as if gauging my reaction as well. ââi..i mind of course. what kind of friends kiss each other?ââ i said nervously as i picked up the penalty shot and downed it, handing the empty shot glass to her. ââhere. i took the penalty shot for you. game over, let's all go to bed now.ââ i got up as soon as she took the shot glass from me. i'll try to erase the image of her frowning when i got up.
âây/n'â i said as i entered my room and beelined for my closet. i turned around to make sure she was listening, but instead, i found her following me around like a hurt little lost puppy that's been kicked aside. frowning a little, i said ââyou can take my bed, iâll sleep on the couch tonight.ââÂ
ââokay.ââ she said softly.
ââwhats wrong?ââ
âânothingâs wrong.ââ
ââsomething is clearly bothering you. what's wrong?ââ
at that, she hesitates for awhile before she broke the silence. ââis kissing me really that bad?ââ
ââno but we are friends! we can't kiss. that would be inappropriate and weird.ââ i tried to clarify, though i know this didnât make things any better.
ââwell do we have to be just friends?ââ
ââwhat are you-'â
ââkiss me hannie'â
ââyou don't know what you're asking of me, y/n.ââ
ââi do. i know what im asking of you so please. unless you really don't want to and the thought of kissing me disgusts you then i-''
i don't know what came over me but before i could register anything at all, i found my hand in her hair and the other on the side of her neck, guiding her to me. no, i did not shut her up with a kiss but my lips are brushing against hers. she's so close i can feel her breath hitching, i felt the beating of her heart speed up as i leaned down to press my lips on hers. i felt her hand come up to my side and fisted my shirt as if holding herself back from giving more into the kiss.
i pulled away slowly to look her in the eyes. the emotions swirling behind them were the same as she one the gave me earlier. ââit's not just a game is it hannie?ââ she asked as she looked down. i lifted her chin for her to look back at me, ââitâs not just a game, y/n.ââÂ
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. Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ę ur text (inumaki toge) Ęâ âč . ĘË .
synopsis â„ you give toge inumaki your phone number, and you become addicted to your phone, and him (for all good reasons). major fluff + friends â lovers.
version one out of three. Enjoy!
. Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ęâ âč . ĘË .
When you first started texting toge inumaki, if you were totally honest, you werent entirely sure how it was going to go.
You had only caught the subtle hints of his personality during the rare times you saw him in person- and obviously, it was through tone and face expression, becaude most other ways well were.. not optional.
So.. when you finally got the courage to write down your number on a slip of a yellow post-it note, you didn't know exactly what to expect. Just because you thought he might be a cool guy, doesn't mean he might feel the same about you. He may be cool only around people he is used to training with, or is in the same field-level at him.
But his eyes grazed over the neat handwriting (you mustve written the same note about six different times before handing it over), and his looked back at you with smiling eyes, and a thumbs up.
you tried not to wait up all night for the text- why were you so nervous? it was just a phone number, you had given it to everyone basically on campus. he was just the last one.. because you were too nervous to actually give it over.
the phone had dinged you awake from an after school nap, and you groggily picked it up, expecting nothing more than the student group-chat aruging again, but found an unsaved number with nothing more than-
UNSAVED NUMBER: it's inumaki, you gave me ur phone number the other day
UNSAVED NUMBER: idk if you remember haha srry if this is bothering u but i didnt see u at dinner, did u eat?
you try your best to blink out of the sleepiness from your eyes, trying to gauge what you wanted to say.
YOU: hi, and no i didnt forget đ€đ»
YOU: no i was sleeping, i mustve missed it oops
He had read it almost immediately, which was.. honestly refreshing.
UNSAVED NUMBER: we thought so, so i hope you enjoy whats outside ur door
What? Outside the door? You climbed out of bed, and slowly creeped the door open-
Nobody was out here? Was someone supposed to be coming?
You look down the hall both ways before looking down. A small bag, tied closed, sitting perfectly infront of your door. When you pick it up, the bag is still warm, so it must not have been there for too long.
When you return to your phone, you see even more messages.
UNSAVED NUMBER: everyone thought it was a good idea so you dont miss dinner cause we be doing too much shit to miss out on food
He was right about that one; the days of training and missions had not gotten any easier, and energy was too important to start losing.
YOU: thank you, but how did you know where my room was?
UNSAVED NUMBER: tis a secret
UNSAVED NUMBER: wait that sounds horrible i promise im not a stalker
UNSAVED NUMBER: i just asked someone if they knew
YOU: that kinda sounds like what a stalker would say T-T
UNSAVED NUMBER: NOOOO IM SORRY forget what i said, eat well pls, gn!!
Ah, so under his collar, he was just.. a normal guy.
A funny one at that, with a personality? Nearly shocking for boys your age. The food was good too, with the
When you tell Itadori about last nights dinner, he raises his eyebrows in surprise.
"Huh, he made you that?" He asks, lips pursed a little. "Thats cool."
"What did everyone else have?" You ask him, as you two both put on your shoes from the school lockers.
"Inumaki made a different dish, a soup."
You had nothing like that- you got salmon and onigiri.
"Huh, thats not surprising." He says after you tell him, "Thats his favorite."
He.. had made you his favorite? and like.. actually made it for you, not just bought whatever from a store. He made something completely different- lighter accounting it being almost bedtime?
So.. he was considerate too.
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After that, it didn't take long for the messages began to roll back and forth.
What turned from appreciation for his cooking, turned into meme sharing and tiktok sending, then.. into photos, of homework, of a cat brushing up against his leg on the street, a aisle of snacks, asking for what you want. In return, he got imessage games, where he would never lose, opinions on video games and shows, and hypothetical questions about his curse.
YOU: so lets say ur playing a video game
INUDUMBASS: which one
YOU: literally not important, anything competitive
YOU: anyways, ur playing right in a voice chat
INUDUMBASS: yes go on đ
YOU: and you start losing, can you say anything
INUDUMBASS: i try not to actively kill people on the mic so no
INUDUMBASS: it will still go through 100%
YOU: nobody said u had to tell someone to do that đ
INUDUMBASS: clearly you have not been around anybody who is losing in a game before
YOU: god are u rlly that cringy??
INUDUMBASS: are you just finding this out??
INUDUMBASS: and no, i wouldn't ever do that kind of thing, i do have self-control, yknow
YOU: mhm totally
And maybe he did for online players, but he would not hesistate to make the phone drop out of your hands in the lunch room as you two played 8-ball from opposite sides of the table, just to fuck up your aim as you made a winning shot, turning the game over to his benefit.
It's okay, because you got your revenge pulling out the chair from underneath him, and watching him smack his ass on the hard school-floor, and resist not cursing in pain. He would still smile at you- eventually afterwards. He would roll his eyes, but accept the fair play anyways.
It was painfully obvious to everyone else that you two had something going on.
And maybe you didn't realize how much you were admiring him until the personality in his messages shone in him in reality.
Of course, communication was inconvenient but Inumaki wasn't dumb. One eye look told you everything you needed to know. He would snicker at Itadori's occasional mishap while training, then immediately lock in for his own, all the while never sending a mishaped word out of his mouth. And never using more of his curse than needed. Everyone knew he was trustworthy.
Nearly once a day, if he could, he made food (you thought about the first time he made it for you, specially for you, and it makes all his food taste even sweeter) and you watched everyone enjoy it, then noticed as he helped clean up- even though Maki and Megumi urged him to sit. Self-less, kind.
It was really the time on a friday night, after such a long week that everyone decided to ditch the movie theater to instead use the lounges tv (thanks to gojo, was totally decked out for the students), that maybe you start to notice Inumaki- really notice him.
You had been sitting on the food at one end of the long couches, as Toge sat at the other end, his legs draped over the arm rest as he rested his right side against the backrest.
You honestly don't know why you even kept on looking- it wasn't even that serious of a movie, yet he was so intently watching, sweatshirt not big enough to cover the usual half of his face, revealing the thin inky marks on his cheeks, leading to his lips.
He was biting the inside of his lower lip as he watched, probably an old habit back from when he was a kid- he had always been like this, he mentioned once. His arms were lazily crosed, and even his hair had been pushed so strands flicked upwards in tusseled ccondition. His greyish-violet eyes were reflecting all the action scenes, so relaxed but also, analyzing.
For the briefiest moment, you wished it was you that was sitting next to him, not Maki.
Or, the rest of the night, as you tried to focus on the movies, with your arms wrapped around your knees.
It was so odd to think weeks had passed, and suddenly, a boy that you had never known before and were scared to know, had become such a phenomenon in your life. A sustainable source of kindness and excitement that came from a boy that didn't even speak full sentences.
He made your heart flutter. As embarssing as it is. Would probably say it was embarssing, if he knew. Not like it was really ever that serious, right?
You two were friends, maybe an odd pair, but at the very least, very good classmates, and at the best, two people that loved to bully each other and talk even when words were a non-possibility.
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TOGE: hey btw, you looked great tn.
YOU: lmao i looked like a bum
TOGE: well even if you did, it looked cute
TOGE: anyways, ima going tobed, im sleepy,, night night
was this really all in your head?
YOU: night night, toge :)
TOGE: :)))
It had to be.
The next morning was going to prove difficult for that insanity plea;
TOGE: i have nothing planned for today
YOU: you should be studying đ
TOGE: nah, i should be hanging out with you
YOU: this is hanging out with me
TOGE: no like, hang out hang out
YOU: where? its too hot outside today
TOGE: in my dorm then?
YOU: with who?
TOGE: with you??
TOGE: At six, you should come hang with me, itll be fun
You swallow as you look down at your phone screen, and take your bottom lip between your teeth. That same feeling was coming back, but not out of any of the reasons before. This felt different. An excited giddiness with freckles of nervousness.
YOU: as long as you got the snacks, i wont miss it
TOGE: ill buy the whole store for you
Ahaha.. so funny right?
Somehow, it was starting to feel like the real joke was how well you were fooling yourself into thinking this was just friendly banter.
You found yourself showering and picking out a comfy outfit, braiding your hair and carefully selecting a perfume. You nearly caught yourself trying to replay the memory of getting dressed the night of the movie-party.
"hey btw, you looked great-"
You wish he could tell you to just stop thinking, would be doing you a huge solid. Especially as you approach his room, which you had found yourself wondering what was on the other side, when the boy stepped out from the door frame.
"Konbu." He waved, with a warm smile. His hair was pushed back from his face a little, and he had a white sleepshirt on, with some baggy grey sweatpants.
"Hi, Toge." You had never really called him by his first name before, and if he thought negatively, the small smile reaching his eyes disobeyed the thought.
He stepped aside and let you take your first look into the room- maybe you had not thought about it so hard, but it somehow made sense.
Band posters on some of the walls, poor taken photos of the second years and first years all together taped there too, an occasional plant dangling off a book shelf or window sill, a dresser, a little worn with character, sits nearby with a tv angled on its edge, towards the bed for easy viewing. A PS4 sits behind it, along with a headset, with the mic turned away from the front.
He has books sitting on his desk, an old fashioned hand-carry radio sits on one of its edges, and it makes for also a side table to his bed, sitting on a metal bedframe with blankets and infamous navy bedsheets.
Its springing with his character, and the smell of a refreshing cologne is in the air- the same type she would catch sometimes lingering as he walked by.
"Its not what I expected."
He walked by her to sit at his spinning desk chair, turning to face her. "Salmon?" He inquires.
"Well yeah, its just your style. With the uniform and your curse, it might not be so obvious to other people who don't know you."
He leaned back in the chair and looked up interestedly at the ceiling. Was that rude to say?
He takes out his phone, and a quick second later, presents the phone screen to you, opened to the notes app.
/i never thought abt it like that/
/well, i mean, i have but im glad you understand it, kinda impressive that you figured it out/
/or im just easily readable/
"That would be a good thing, right?" You leave the phone screen on, but puts it away from your view. "That your friends get to read you, despite everything. That means youve gotten good at what you do.."
Toge's lips quirk to one side as he thinks, and your eyes watch as his marks follow the corners.
He raises his hand to get a wishy-washy motion, and you furrow your brows. When he types, he stops you from picking up your phone aswell, only to present what hes wrote in the text box.
/Well, kinda. no matter what I do to express myself, its kinda hard to be fully understood. i miss out on a huge part of everyday life, even if people understand what idea im trying to get across, its atypical./
/no amount of tone or facial expression can amount to words and their complex meanings. i think i am actually really lucky that my curse does not extend to messages- i think id be screwed./
"I don't think its too different to what people really feel like though." You explain to listening ears. "Most people felt like they aren't totally understood, that people just don't get them totally.. but I understand that, you don't have much of a choice, and we take advantage of what we can do sometimes."
You watch his face change a little to settle on your features more- and you feel yourself being pulled into his attention.
"I think even if your curse had taken away your ability to communicate in ways you do now, youre still worth knowing, Toge. I think everyone agrees."
His eyes soften, and it nearly strikes your heart into a million pieces. His smile too, could he be anymore cute? He wasn't hiding it this time. He shows how much he appreciates your words in the flush of his cheeks and the way his palms meet together.
He lets out a relaxing sigh, and looks away, then his eyes light up to bags sitting by the bedside.
"Sujiko." He urges to look, pointing to the grocery bag, which seems to be loaded with stuff. You walk closer and grab it, then find yourself sitting down quietly on the side of his bed.
The bag is full of snacks and drinks, some previously mentioned in chats, like he had written them all down, and got them for you to see.
"You bought the whole store, huh?" You raised an eyebrow playfully.
A grin and a happy thumbs up in return.
As promised.
You spend the next few hours bambling about his bedroom, looking through all the semi-decent hidden school papers, and letting him explain all the pictures on the wall.
He explained things thoroughly, like each detail was inside of him, kept for safekeeping. His eyes would light up in such appreciation, and it almost felt natural when you were caught in his gaze. Like he could keep you for safekeeping too.
Of course, his PlayStation was clean and ready for use, and by the time you two had gotten the controllers out and opened Ramune bottles, the sunlight was long gone. Outside was quiet, but you two didn't care much as you two sat together, him letting you sit on the bed while he took the floor. Glaringly bright flashes of action splattered against the postered walls, and more than once, your playful nudge with your foot against his arm to mess up caused much whining and laughter alike.
His laughter was like an entirely different language, speaking of his delight. It was not a rarity, but still a treasure. It is infectious and only serves to remind you that he is just a teenager, and he is having so well-deserved fun.
Eventually, Maki knocked against the wall and shouted through muffled barriers "Inumaki, be quiet, I am trying to sleep!" the sound alarmed them both, but only created further snickering.
But, they turned off the game in a half-apology and instead put on some horror flick that was on a student-shared Hulu account, and you both settle down eating gummi worms and flavored popcorn.
Maybe it was being distracted by having such a good time, it takes the calm before the storm of the horror movie to realize Toge and you have gotten really comfortable on his bed, backs against his pillows. They smell like his shampoo.. or maybe you are just close enough to smell it off of him. It's soft, comfortable, and clean, and something new to your senses.
He is warm, you can tell. His body is close enough, legs crossed as they lay straight down on top of the duvet, but his arm supports his head, and is behind you on the pillow. He seems semi-entertained (of course, you had challenged him to watch a horror movie.. but maybe challenging a Jujutsu Sorcerer to not get scared was faulty logic. There were scarier things than makeup and bad wigs.)
You didn't wanna look at your phone- you didn't want to see the time and be guilty for staying so long, you knew it must be close to midnight. Would he tell you that you should go to sleep? Would he bring you back to your dorm and say goodbye at the door?
Ignoring the time for the sake of Toge's soft cologne and sheets? Sounded pretty selfish, although it made your stomach flutter.
"Am I keeping you awake?" It comes out as a whisper, and you lean in closer.
"Bonito flakes." He whispered back swiftly with a head shake no, tearing his eyes from the screen to you. He smiles a little, charmingly, as the flecks of violet in his eyes flash with the TV screen. This was the first time you saw them in all their detail, and it makes your heart skip a beat.
When you both turn away from each other, you can feel his arm shift from his face, and around the pillow you were laying on. It makes you shift inevitably closer.
His shirt bunches towards the side he is lying on, revealing the sliver of skin between the hem and the top of his sweatpants, toned and pale in the soft light. You try not to stare.
It makes you think. Was thing.. flirting?
Was the attraction to the cursed speech user simmering ever since the first message? Since the first time you saw him at the beginning of the school year?
Would anybody blame you? All those times when there was nothing to be scared of when he proved nothing less than just a great friend, kind, playful, selfless, and strong?
You knew that would never change- for as long as he was here and breathing. He wanted everyone to know that's who he was.
Who would blame you, as you let the feeling ride with sliding your hand to the middle of his chest? His white sleepshirt is soft after many rounds of wash, but what is even better is resting your cheek against his shoulder, right at the top where his arm meets, and you can feel his eyes glance at you. It feels like such a relief, although you wonder if this is really normal to be happy about.
"Is this okay?" You whisper.
In response, his hand slips away from the distance on the pillow behind you, and the pads of his fingers rest on your arm, hugging you slightly closer.
"Mhm." He hums in approval quietly, and his fingertips graze your soft skin, up and down slowly. "Salmon."
This tango had endured until the near end of the movie, yet you could barely pay attention to any of the plots because Toge was holding you so securely, and letting you trace circles on the middle of his chest, and the sound of his deep breaths were overtaking your thoughts anyways rather than the fake monster on screen.
You are nearly ready to close your eyes, when you can feel a squeeze on your arm, and when you open your eyes, you can see the same notes app in dark mode, with something written out.
/Are you tired?/
"N-No, not yet." You look at the time at the top of the screen. 12:49 am.
He seems amused by that, raising an eyebrow.
"You're just comfortable." You say as you both totally ignore the last few minutes of the movie. "It's nice being with you."
Toge looks at you like he wants to say something, pursing his lips as he smiles and glances away for a moment.
Is your heart racing? This is the best you've felt in weeks. Why does it feel like your stomach is fluttering?
He presents his notes again, and you honestly wish he could say them himself.
/When we first met, I honestly wouldn't think we would be so close. I am really happy we are. I feel like now is a good time to tell u, since we are alone./
Your cheeks feel like they are burning, and its your turn to look away in feble attempt to hide the flush arising.
"I am happy too." You begin to explain, "You're.. you're fun and kind.. you have always been so nice to me and listen to me snore on about classes and training. You watch all the stupid tiktoks I send you and ask for my opinions. I always feel like you notice everything and youre trustworthy. I can.. only hope that I am half as genuine to you as you are to me."
Toge nods in confirmation. It makes you feel like you're on fire, and the background music with the black credits screen cannot even pull your attention from him.
His chest was rising and falling right below your fingertips, and his face slowly focused on you, the tension feels so good and thick, that you honestly wonder how much longer you will convince yourself that normal friendships feel like this.
He was always honest with you. He deserved it in return, but it might be the most vulnerable you've been in years. He deserved that too- he had never held anything back.
"I think I like you."
The words leave your mouth before you even have a chance to smack yourself into reality. Instead, they sit between the darkness and him.
"More than just being friends."
His grip loosens just a tad, and panic seems to run through your body- he was not interested, you had completely misunderstood the situation.
"I-Im sorry-" You take your hands away and try your best to sit up from practically lying down. You were in a boys room, what were you thinking? You should get some space from him, so he doesn't think you a total freak. "I didn't-"
You can feel a tight bond around your wrist, keeping you right where you sit, and when you whip your head back, his eyes are wide with interest and warmth that you want to melt into a puddle of dumb choices. He opens his mouth, maybe to try to say something, but he considers it over and over again. When he feels sure you wont go, he lets go.
He raises a finger to his eye-
I.
both hands cover the center of his chest, cusping it almost-
Heart.
Finally, one last finger. Pointed at-
You..
Was he trying to say.. I like you?
Your body relaxes finally, and the urge to run away is still lingering, but you can't honestly say you want to. Not with how his eyes are flattering with some kind of emotion, his arms opening.
You can't hold back any longer. Your arms swiftly move around his neck as you envelop him so closely, and he instantly hugs you back, pulling you so close your lips meet the skin of his neck. He sounds like he is humming, his hands rubbing your back soothingly. You sit an appreciate his scent, the feeling of his skin, his warmth, for just a moment or two longer until he slowly departs from you, searching your face for any further comment.
"That's really.. really good to hear." You sigh out, with a bit of a smile, reaching to rub a weary eye; you realize he has taken your hand in the process.
He offers his own hand, letting it rub the corner were some wetness at resided, before letting the rest of his finger skin around you hairline, then through your strands of hair. He follows each motion, as he tries to comfort you.
Your hand reaches to sit atop his, and although its late and if someone knew you two were here together, not only would it at the very least be a detention and school clean up duty and at the very best, be a rumor the other students would talk about, despite this you honestly didn't care when the perfect boy was sitting right infront of you, with tussled hair and red lips, just like that night during the movie-party.
"I know its late." She started to say, but he quickly took out his phone again. "I won't keep you up anymore."
/you keep me up no matter what./
/atleast here i get to hear your pretty voice and see your face./
"What do you think about.. when you think of me?" You needed to know what he had been thinking of you all this time.
Instead of using his phone, his hands gently present themselves, and touch parts of your body chastely.
His hands travel from your palm, fingers skimming past your veins in a kind of silent poetry-
Your scars.. your freckles, your strength, your sunkissed summertime skin.
Then, he brushes past your shoulder to twirl around with your hair-
your beauty, the way you attract people.
Then up your face to your temple-
Your brain, your mind.
Then your cheeks-
Your flush, your sweet smiles.
Finally, the pad of his thumb grazes against your chin, right below your lower lip.
The way you speak, the way you are.
You can feel the urge in him, radiating off his lidded eyes and hesistant touch, quietly as he landscapes your being.
"You can, yknow." His eyes look up towards your gaze, "If you want too. If you are ready, of course-"
"Please," The words stilled you instantly, yet he continued holding your face more tenderly. They were soft and yet thick. "Kiss me."
The curse enacted on you, and although for a brief flash there was some concern in his face that perhaps it was too soon, quickly was dismissed when he saw you come closer by the help of his hand, and for just a moment held the proximity between your pairs of lips before slowly pressing close, your lips gently against his.
It was chaste and quiet on the outside, but it was like adding more gunpower to an already lit firework, the explosion of emotion surging your veins making you never wanting to leave.
His thumb was caressing the side of your cheek, it was making you dizzy with his attention. It was everything you had hoped for the moment you had even thought of him- to be close in every single way, to know every part of the perfect, strong, peaceful boy that you so clearly saw every day.
It felt like a dream, but at the very least, hoped you would wake up on his chest, with the Playstation off and the soft breathing of your boy in the air.
But instead, youre both here, and he is kissing you like he has won the lottery.
You both smile, until you couldn't tell when the kiss ended, and where the laughter began.
Surely, he was smart and kind and self-less and strong and all those things youd toss about in your mind at night.
But the idea that this may have never happened because you were too shy to say hello to the usually quiet and calm boy, made you feel like the stupidest yet luckiest girl in the world.
Maybe it was you that had won the jackpot, just by giving away a simple yellow post-it note.
. Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ęâ âč . ĘË . . Ęâ
thank you so much for reading! this is only ending one. i have plans for a nsfw verison and an misunderstanding verison. please let me know if any of yall are interested!
see you later pookies!
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jujutsu kaisen bf headcanons
jjk - gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuji, inumaki toge
content: just some of my delusions <3 fem!reader
warnings: word dump, other than that nothing else hehe
i started this account to write oneshots but theyâre all like. 7k wordsâŠ. and MORE. so now im posting this because iâve been writing two different stories for 3 days now.
gojo satoru
heâs such a menace. he looovessss being all gross in public to annoy people.
he doesnât tell you when heâs upset and overcompensates to hide it (but you can always tell)
he likes when you play with his hair and when you tell him good things about himself. being the strongest means heâs used to having a lot of responsibility (everyone relies on him). he likes it when you tell him heâs doing a good job and that he can rely on you, too.
he doesnât get jealous easily (he pretends he does, but it never actually bothers him) because he knows heâs the best and heâs confident in your love. heâll pretend to be all pouty and sad but at the scene of the crime he finds it SO FUNNY. âbabe⊠you did NOT have to reject him like that.â
heâs rich (duh) so he randomly comes home with the most EXTRAVAGANT GIFTS. youâll be like âwtf???â and heâd just stand there with the hugest grin on his face and be like âi thought of you!!â
he pulls the âdonât you love me?â card WAY TOO OFTEN. it works every time.
he hates when you cry. he thinks heâs bad at comforting people so heâll be all nervous and afraid that youâll hate him, but heâs actually good at it. he pulls you into his arms and lets you nuzzle into his neck. âiâm right here. iâve got you, baby.â AHHHH
nanami kento
heâs so daddy material. not even in a sexual way. heâs just very responsible and reliable. heâs the kind of bf where you donât have worry about planning trips and events because he handles it. heâs the bf youâd trust with your passport.
he loves to get massages from you and home cooked meals.
he likes upbeat, bubbly people because heâs relatively calm. he likes to watch you do cute things with a fond smile on his face. when you force him to participate in things, heâll only grin and let you have your way with him.
he overthinks EVERYTHING. he knows heâs a workaholic so heâll say things like, âiâm so sorry iâm late. i didnât want to be caught up at work, but things just happened to be that way today.â and if you pretend to be upset heâll be at your feet. âiâm sorry, love. i swear i love coming home to see you and spend time with you. donât be upset, hm?â
HEâS SO ⊠he makes you feel protected. heâs very stern with others, but around you heâs a lot more soft and flexible. âyou donât need to force yourself. i can do it for you, baby.â HEHEH heâs so lovely i love him
heâs very attentive. he never makes you feel like heâs not listening to you. he will quite literally drop whatever heâs doing to listen to you.
fushiguro megumi
heâs so SHY!!! he blushes really easily too. you have to initiate most of the touching and talking at the beginning of your relationship with him.
he actually doesnât mind pda. he feels kind of prideful that heâs able to call you his. he LOVES holding your hand and he does that little thing where heâll squeeze it when he knows youâre nervous.
everybody makes fun of him for being super soft with you. at first, heâs not really good with expressing his emotions, but give it three months and heâs the cheesiest bf ever. he loves using pet names in private with you.
heâs on the quieter side so heâs able to observe you REALLY well. got a new haircut? âdid you cut your hair? it looks nice.â wearing some new jewelry? âitâs pretty. you shouldâve told me, i wouldâve bought you some more.â always cold? âi wore another sweater because i knew youâd be cold.â got your nails done? âwhy didnât you choose the color i picked?â heâs SO thoughtful.
heâs such a cuddler. loves being held. loves holding you. literally would rather spend all day in bed with you than do anything else. heâs so AGH !! âwhy donât you just sleep here tonight? i donât want you to go.â
itadori yuji
he is SHAMELESS omg. he loves to talk about you and brag about you to anyone that will listen. âmy girlfriend can do that, too!â + âmy girlfriend says that i canât do that, sorry.â + âmy girlfriend doesnât like things like thatâŠâ + âmy girlfriend thinks these are cute!â + âmy girlfriend is so pretty.â
he adores you so much heâs so cute about it. he literally dies when heâs without you. heâs SUPER clingy and doesnât even try to hide it. everyone else thinks itâs soooo annoying but he doesnât care.
he loves receiving forehead kisses, but because heâs literally like ⊠curse offspring (LOL) heâs taller than you so he has to bend down while you tiptoe to kiss him. he also loves to pinch your cheeks at random times.
heâs a lot more buff than you think he is (cue the scene where heâs sprinting while carrying nobara) so hugging him is literally like hugging a huge bear.
he gives you a kiss EVERY TIME HE SEES YOU. he gets so sad when you refuse one. âwhat do you mean ânot right nowâ? i donât see the problem. i literally your boyfriend :(â
inumaki toge
heâs also a menace but not as much as gojo. heâs SO PLAYFUL and you always pretend to be annoyed but he knows you arenât.
heâll pull up and randomly give you food. thatâs his love language. he loves feeding you. heâll literally pull you on to the seat next to him and give you food if you say you havenât eaten.
he LOVES giving you his sweaters. once he hands them to you, prepare to never give them back because he smells really good. you always smell like him to everyone else (thatâs his goal)
he makes those super corny playlists that spell out a sentence. but he also makes playlists with music he knows you like to listen to. heâll name them really funny things like âme and baeâs locked-in playlistâ
heâs so witty. he makes you laugh so hard and then he pretends like your laughter doesnât make him swell with pride. he LOVES to pepper you with kisses to hear you giggle.
heâs super cheesy and hilarious over text. he uses every pet name imaginable. âbaby can you come wake me up in an hour?â + âangel i need u to give me back one sweater. just one.â + âprincess ur being unreasonable ⊠AN OVERNIGHT TRIP? iâm gonna jump.â
thatâs all hehehe i love jjk boys sm
#jujutsu kaisen#gojo x reader#nanami x reader#megumi x reader#yuji x reader#inumaki x reader#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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little head cannon post bc i have so little written for kate! sorry i havenât been active ive just been so busy but im otw to the lizzy mcalpine concert sorry just doxxed myself maybe?? idk but yay so fun but yeah im not busy after tn like no plans whatsoever đ„ł
- kate definitely fell first
- i donât think sheâd be like ACTIVELY looking for a partner i think she just saw you and was like âyep i want that oneâ but was too scared to actually pursue you
- caitlin definitely had to hype her up to ask you out on a first date
- your guysâ first date is definitely something cozy and personable like a little coffee shop or cafe. even though itâs simple, kate would be so nervous. you guys spend the time together getting to know each other and for your second date you invite her over to your apartment that evening to watch a movie and have dinner
- she definitely kisses you on the second date bc sheâs such a uhaul and already knows youâre gonna be special to her
- her love languages are definitely physical touch and quality time, and words of affirmation too!!
- she loves having full on cuddle sessions with you in the mornings, before bed, even in the middle of the afternoon when you guys have a spare moment to kill. sheâs the self proclaimed queen of cuddles and always tries to scoop you up into her lap whenever she gets the chance.
- kate always wants to be touching you, no matter where you are. even in public, sheâll be hugging you from behind or holding your hand. her teammates have definitely had to tell her to cool it with the pda once or twice because sheâs so enticed by you she totally forgets about everyone else around you two.
- kateâs always making time for you. even if you guys are just studying for your classes in silence or she meets up with you to walk you to your lecture, she enjoys it because itâs with you.
- she wants you to come to all of her games. one time you missed one of her away games due to a family get together and she was really upset by it. she wasnât mad at you or anything, but she was definitely pouting about how much she missed you.
- kate is such a sweetheart to you. if youâre feeling down about yourself, best believe she will be able to tell!! she writes sweet sayings and positive affirmations on little sticky notes and puts them up on your refrigerator and bathroom mirror for you to look at.
- she loves taking care of you, to her youâre her little baby. if youâve had a tough week, sheâll lay down with you to take a nap and after you fall asleep sheâll get up and tidy your room up a bit. you wake up feeling so grateful for her but she assures you that sheâs just a neat freak and it was her pleasure to
- sheâs a super patient, and i think sheâd definitely find that attractive in you so i donât think you guys would have too many fights.
- most of your fights are probably driven by jealousy on either side. kate loves you so much and she sometimes gets paranoid your eyes will wander somewhere else. you love kate just as much, and all of the fans writing flirty comments to her definitely makes you insecure from time to time.
- when you fight, you and kate never yell at each other. youâre more passionate, while sheâs more calm and collected so you might shed a few tears trying to prove a point. once she sees that youâre crying, though, itâs game over and she squashes the entire thing and rushes over to hold you in her arms. she hates seeing you upset, and she hates even more that itâs partly because of her.
- kate definitely loves attention and gets annoyed/slightly jealous when you talk to her teammates over her
- âi just donât understand why you were talking to caitlin for SO LONG y/n. do you think sheâs cooler than me?â and she shows her little puppy dog eyes and pouts her lip at you and you almost fall for it
- nicknames: for kate, you definitely call her love, lovebug, baby, sweet little names like that. kate calls you baby, princess and have you guys seen her tattoo that says sunshine? she would definitely call you her sunshine too (i have a fic idea for this so lmk if you want me to write itttt)
#wlw post#iowa wbb#kate martin x reader#kate martin#lv aces#iowa hawkeyes#wbb x reader#wcbb x reader
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