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[damselneedssaving]

「 BLUE WITH ENVY 」

DICK GRAYSON X F!READER

★ SYNOPSIS: Contrary to popular belief, Dick's not stupid. He's seen the way his own brother looks at you—the way Jason's very eyes seem to light up when you're in the room—and he. fucking. hates. it.

★ TAGS: jealousy, established relationship, possessive behaviour, his brother is crushing on his girl—let him be a bit possessive guys, background!jason todd x dick's gf!reader, oblivious!reader, love triangle

★ A/N: ugh guys, i'm such a sucker for the guy into his brother's gf trope it's not even funny. the angst potential is through the roof. anyway, this is technically part two to this oneshot but it can be read as its own separate thing!!

Now, Dick likes to think of himself as a reasonable sort of guy.

When Wally pranks him, he laughs it off with nothing but a big smile and a wave of his hand. When Babs lectures him, he chuckles sheepishly and all but promises to do better next time. When Bruce decides to be particularly difficult while working with him, he clenches his jaw and shoves all his annoyance back down the pit it came from before continuing on like it never bubbled out in the first place.

So yeah, all in all, Dick's a pretty reasonable guy—

—except, of course, when it comes to you.

In particular, when it comes to the way his brother looks at you.

He isn't blind. He's seen it. The way Jason's eyes seem to have all the life flood back into them the moment they land on you; the way his hands seem to twitch after you finish tending to his wounds and pull away, as though desperate to pull you back in.

Dick's seen it and he doesn't like it.

In fact, he fucking hates it.

It makes his skin crawl; has spiders flood his veins like he's an island straight after a tsunami, like he's an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. Still standing. Still hoping. Still praying.

Perhaps for the moment he doesn't have to come home to his little brother eye-fucking his girl.

Dick's gaze narrows, sharpening straight into a blade ready to slice through skin. "Oh hey, didn't realise we had company."

Your lips turn up at the sight of him, and his eyes soften just a bit. "Dick! You're home!"

Then his lips curve up for a split second, only to immediately fall flat the very next one as movement catches the corner of his eye.

Jason shifts in his spot on the couch next to you, gaze darting to the side like he just got caught doing something he shouldn't be.

Something like flirting with his brother's girlfriend.

"Jay came over with an injury, so I'm just patching it up for him."

Dick hums, eyes leaving you in favour of narrowing again at his brother. "He seems to be doing that a lot more lately."

Jason refuses to meet his eyes.

"I know." You frown. "I'm really worried."

Ever the kind heart, you truly don't see what's really going on here, do you?

"Babe," Dick starts, reverting his attention towards you and letting his lips curve up once more, "do you think you can make me some of your special tea? My throat's a bit sore."

Immediately, you get up from your position on the couch, moving towards him so swiftly and with such care, he can't help but flash his gaze to the man behind you and let his lips quirk up just a tad bit more.

"Oh no... I told you to start wearing a scarf out. Winter's right around the corner."

You move to graze a hand over his throat, your brows scrunched in that sweet way they always are when you're concerned for him, and suddenly, as his hands slip right around your waist and he pulls you close, all he sees is you.

"I know, I know." He chuckles, squeezing your hips. "I'll wear one next time. Promise."

He won't, but he can't bring himself to turn you down.

Your lips tug down, almost as if you know this, know him (because you're his girlfriend, not Jason's), but you ultimately leave it alone, pulling away to head to the kitchen.

But then Dick catches the way his brother looks at you—that stupid puppy dog-eyed look Jason probably doesn't even realise he's doing—and he moves to catch your arm again, pulling you straight into a kiss.

Your eyes widen at first, but then you melt into him, and he's making his way into your mouth with his tongue, and you're pulling away not a moment later in both surprise and your own fluster.

A string of saliva is the only evidence that you two were connected further than just an innocent peck. But it's all the evidence he needs as he flicks his gaze back to his brother, sitting there now with a slight frown on his face.

"Dick," you scold him halfheartedly, lips curved up a little at the corners. "Not in front of your brother."

He only smirks back at you, causing you to roll your eyes and pull away to head to the kitchen, mumbling something under your breath and smiling all the while.

As soon as you're gone however, his smirk falls flat.

The room is quiet, a special kind of quiet, one you can cut through with a knife. The tense kind.

Dick's gaze is piercing through Jason, and Jason's is nowhere near Dick's.

How telling.

The older man crosses his arms, and just like that, the silence is shattered.

"So," he starts in a drawl almost too casual for the circumstance, "when were you gonna tell me you're into my girl?"

"Don't know what you're talking 'bout."

Dick scoffs. "Really?"

"Yeah, really."

His jaw ticks, teeth grinding so hard he's worried they'll shatter as Jason still makes no move to return his gaze.

"I'm not blind, Jason," he tries again in a near growl, "I've seen the way you look at her."

This time it's Jason's turn to scoff, and he finally turns his head to meet Dick's own. "Oh yeah? And how's that?"

How do I look at her? he adds with just his eyes.

"Like you want her," Dick shoots back quickly. "Like you love her."

Jason sits up a little, and now it's his turn to narrow his gaze at his brother. "So what if I do?"

At that moment, Dick feels something white, hot, and dangerously close to flames riddle his veins, and suddenly, shattering his teeth is the least of his worries.

"So, she's my girlfriend," he hisses through gritted teeth. "So, you back. off."

Jason scoffs again, but Dick doesn't let him get another word in, the older brother narrowing his gaze into slits as he takes a step forward in a silent warning.

"I want you out of my fucking house by the time she gets back."

Jason stands up. "Or what?"

Another flash of white hot flames.

"Or I'll fucking beat your feelings for her out of you."

The two of them stand there, nothing but tense silence filling the gap between them for a few long moments.

Then Jason lets out another scoff, and he passes by Dick with a particularly harsh shove that has the older man's mouth opening up to speak again before he can stop himself.

"Oh, and do us both a favour: lose her number and start getting someone else to patch you up."

And with that, the door to his house slams shut.

[rafesangelita]

if ur doing reqs, i’d love to see the first time bitchy!pogue!reader meets boyfriend’s!dad!rafe 🤎

♡ — HOW YOU AND BFD!RAFE FIRST MET…

warnings: boyfriend’sdad!rafe, sex work (!reader is a stripper), mentions of reader being in a toxic relationship (arguing, verbal abuse, destruction of personal property, etc..), reader kinda zones out a little bit??, age gap, heavy petting (?), suggestive language + ending

a/n: boyfriend’sdad!rafe x bitchy!pogue!reader official au and masterlist can be found here ! hugeee thank you to this anon who sent in this request, i had been wanting to write more of this pairing but was stumped for ideas, so ty ty ty!! also— how do we like this fic set up?? i think i could get used to this..

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“be late one more time and you’re getting cut.”

you didn’t even bother to spare your sleazy boss a single glance as you blinked away his empty threat, your fingers working to take the pink rollers out of your hair as kitty snickered in the corner of the locker room. “you say that every single time, randy, and yet i’m the one who’s always on the schedule!” you reminded him, already feeling the familiar sense of dread pooling in your stomach as you dolled yourself up to go out and socialize with icky patrons. randy sent you a death glare before slamming the door shut, a series of cackles immediately ringing out in the air as the rest of the girls continued getting ready.

“did you see the way his vein was popping out of his neck?” brushing on some body glitter, you shook your head as kitty walked over to you and leaned against the vanity table. “yeah, but i don’t care. i’ve been telling him i don’t have a phone right now so i can’t call up here and let him know why i’ll be late for my shift.” you sighed, putting on a few accessories before spritzing your favorite perfume. “what happened with your phone?” kitty asked, arching a brow once she saw the way your face fell at her question. “nothing.. it just broke.” you shrugged, the images of your narcissistic boyfriend shattering the damned thing now popping up in your memory.

“it just broke, or someone broke it?” lying to kitty would be useless, she was the only person that could see right through your glamorous front of rhinestones and bling, and see you for who you really were at your core; a girl who just wanted to be taken care of with a jerk for a boyfriend. you stayed silent for a few moments, swallowing hard to keep your voice from shaking. “i’ll catch you up on the details later.” you whispered, getting up from your chair and interlocking your arm with kitty’s as you two walked out of the locker room and down the long hallway that lead to the main club floor.

considering it was a week night, you weren’t surprised when you looked around and saw that the lounge was relatively dead. “i’m so happy we don’t have to be on stage tonight, i hate dancing for a small crowd.” you hummed in agreement, both of you scanning the room for any potential spenders. “you see any of your regulars?” she asked, already spotting one of her own sitting by himself at the bar. “no, my regulars usually come by a little later,” you sighed in relief, “i’m gonna go make myself look available. ‘meet me afterwards?” with a nod, you and kitty went your separate ways.

taking a seat at one of the center tables, you adjusted the hem of your dress and preoccupied yourself with your compact mirror and lipgloss. there was only so much money one could make on a slow night, and while you knew it wasn’t worth the effort showing up, you needed whatever you could get your hands on right now. it only took a few minutes before you saw a tall figure approaching you from out of the corner of your eye, your mouth going dry as soon as you looked up at the man in question, a face that you felt eerily familiar with staring back at you.

“you don’t really look like a whiskey girl,” he spoke up, his voice sending a swarm of butterflies to flutter in your chest, “a girly drink looks more like your forte.” you swallowed thickly, snapping out of your trance as you accepted the overdressed strawberry margarita he placed in front of you. his eyes. you could’ve sworn you stared into a pair just like that before. “sorry if this is rude, but have we met?” you couldn’t help but ask, your gaze running all the way down his broad shoulders to his hands. you immediately noticed the gold ring on his index finger, an expensive watch also adorning his wrist as he shook his head.

“as much as i wish to have met you sooner, this is my first time here.” he cleared his throat, taking the view of you in. freshly styled hair, sparkly makeup, glossy lips.. you looked so much more stunning up close. smiling at his words, you decided you needed to work your magic if you wanted to get something out of this interaction. leaning in closer, you slowly wrapped your lips around your straw, the man’s eyes following the action. his pupils dilated upon seeing you lick the sugar from the rim of your glass, his mind already traveling to other places as you pulled away.

“thank you for the drink..?” picking up on your questionable tone, he was quick to answer. “rafe.” he extended a hand out to you, in which you accepted. your skin felt so soft and warm against his own, rafe rubbed a tender thumb over the back of of your palm before bringing you up to his lips. you refrained from showing him how much the delicate way he kissed your knuckles affected you, your cheeks heating as he stroked your finger. for the first time, you didn’t know how to start the conversation between you two, so you just settled for introducing yourself— giving him a fake name the way you did to every man you spoke to in the club.

rafe knew you were just doing your job by sitting in front of him and looking pretty, but he felt like you were so much more than what you were displaying right now. “so what brought you all way down here to pink sugar? you don’t look like you’re from the cut.” rafe was taken aback by how fast you read him, his eyebrows raising in surprise as you laughed at his reaction. “what makes you think that?” he shot back, his eyes briefly flickering down to your exposed cleavage. “besides the watch and the ring, you said it was your first time coming here.. and pretty much every man who lives on the cut has been here at least once.” you explained.

rafe hummed, nodding in understanding as the neon lights strobed over your figure. “the country club gets boring,” he shrugged, “plus, a pretty thing like you is just what i need.” rafe reached over and gently grabbed your wrist, your heart skipping a beat as he guided you on top of his lap. he smelled like expensive cologne and aftershave, and his hands were so large on your thighs, you couldn’t believe how nervous you were getting with having him in close proximity. “is this okay?” he spoke low, stroking your flesh as you blinked up at him from under your eyelashes.

“mhmm..” you were trying to play it off as smoothly as you can, but it was deemed worthless once he shifted your weight and pulled your dress down so no one else could see what you were wearing underneath. you weren’t naive, and you definitely knew better than to think he was being protective, but something about him felt different. “so you think i’m pretty?” you smiled, fishing for just about anything to make you feel like you were in control again. rafe thumbed your chin the same way your boyfriend used to, his eyes fixing on your lips before he moved a lock of hair out of your face.

“you’re gorgeous, really.” even rafe’s voice sounded like his— the reminder only making you lose focus on the man in front of you. ray had been really mean lately, and you couldn’t understand why. being purposely late to drop you off and pick you up from work, the constant slut shaming, the once petty arguments you two used to have now turned into complete screaming matches that usually ended with him destroying something. the most recent argument lead to him shattering your phone on the pavement, and just before that he had destroyed all of your makeup before apologizing and buying you everything again.

it was exhausting.

“why are you looking at me like that?” rafe cleared his throat, his eyebrows knitting in confusion as he dragged you out of your thoughts. “you just look like someone i know.” you shook your head, taking a much needed sip from your drink that you had since long forgotten about. at your words, rafe paused. for a fleeting moment, he thought about his son. you two looked like you were in the same age group, but to his knowledge, his son strictly stayed on figure eight. the chances of him knowing you had to be nonexistent.. or so rafe thought.

“anyways!” you chirped, quickly changing the topic, “how about a private dance? it’ll cost you a bit, but we’ll be by ourselves..” you motioned towards the bouncer who was standing in front of the hallway where the private rooms were. “are you gonna make it worthwhile?” a shiver ran down your spine when rafe’s fingers inched higher up your thigh. feigning offense, you gasped softly. “pay and you’ll find out.” studying you for a moment, rafe eyed you as you stroked over his pocket where his wallet was. rafe knew once he downed the rest of his drink and let you drag him towards the back by the buckle of his belt, that from this point forward he was going to be visiting you every chance he could get.

[ninisdollie]

ni-ki and his hyperfemenine gf𓈒ིུ ❤︎

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Ni-ki is the type of boyfriend that would never admit out loud how much he loves spending time with you. not even if you begged him, not even if you bribed him with kisses and strawberry milk. he loves teasing you acting like you annoy him sooo much, but when you ask him to come hang out with you even if you really don’t have much to do, he comes over immediately.

you could be doing completely different things in the same room, him on your bed, gaming or scrolling through choreography videos, and you sitting on the fluffy rug surrounded by a mess of pink chaos, and he still wouldn’t say it.

but it doesn’t really matter, because you already know. you know from the way he glances up from his phone every other second, just to check on you. from the way he scoots a little closer without realising, until his knee brushes yours. from the way he sighs dramatically when you ask him to pass you another hanger, but still hands it to you perfectly straight because he doesn’t want to wrinkle your things.

you’re organising your shirts again, something he’s seen you do at least once a week. baby pink, bubblegum pink, rose pink, dusty pink, cotton candy pink, each shade delicately folded and arranged in precise little stacks. you hum softly to yourself, and he acts like he’s not listening. but the corners of his mouth twitch when you hit a high note. he’s totally listening. “why do you have, like, ten shirts that look exactly the same?” he asks, lying upside down on your bed now, head dangling off the edge. “I don’t know,” you say, holding up two hangers, a soft smile on your glossed lips. “why do you have thirty chrome hearts boxers that look exactly the same?”

and he just scoffs, rolls his eyes and places a little kiss on your cheek.

and when you turn back around, he’s taken one of your tank tops and carefully folded it for you, all silent and casual but melted inside just for you.

sometimes he just disappears out of nowhere for a few minutes, and you don’t think much about it, maybe he’s in the bathroom or needed something. but then he’s back with his hoodie sleeves pushed up, and one of your tiny ceramic bowls in his hands acting all chill like it’s not a big deal. he walks over casually and sets it beside you on the rug. of course, inside the bowl there’s strawberries and cream. perfectly sliced, perfectly covered like a beautiful dessert. “made a snack.” his voice is dry and uninterested, but you always notice the little blush on his ears while he flops onto your bed again. and ten minutes later when you’re almost done with the strawberries, the corners of your mouth messy with the cream, he just stretches his hand and wipes it off softly before stealing a little kiss.

it’s the little things he does like these, that you love and make you feel like the luckiest girly alive.

and just as it’s always cozy with Ni-ki in the day, it’s even cozier in the nights. it’s almost like when the sun goes down, his focus softens and turns to you fully. It’s just the two of you in your warm little bubble, fairy lights and soft music and pink shadows.

Ni-ki never says it, but he loves watching you get ready for bed.

the moment you open your drawer and hold up two of your silky little nightgowns, decorated with lace and bows and pastel colours, and ask him sweetly “which one should I wear tonight?” his face changes. he pretends yo scroll on his phone or shrug casually from your bed but you notice the corners of his mouth lifting and his gaze getting just a bit darker. but inside, it drives him absolutely insane that you’re standing there, bare-legged, holding up something soft and delicate that’s going to cling to your body in all the right ways. “doesn’t matter.” He mumbles “they’re all the same”

but Ni-ki always chooses one, pointing lazily at the shorter one with laced edges. and he always watches you disappear into the bathroom exhaling through his nose because you’re going to be the death of him one of these days.

when you come back, he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen even though he’s trying so hard not to show it. you crawl into bed besides him, your soft skin brushing with his, you see his gaze trailing down your legs. and it’s not just the way you look, Ni-ki doesn’t love you just because of that, but because how you make him feel. you besides him soft and sleepy and safe, your skin against his, the scent of your vanilla lotion, your little giggles at the tv, you cuddled into his chest with one leg thrown over his.

that’s what he really loves. staying over and late and yours.

but even if he’s soft and sweet with you, he can’t really help himself when he kisses you slow like the night outside your window. his lips meet yours with lazy precision, memorizing the taste of you all over again, like there’s nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing than sitting here with you in your silky nightgown, bathed in the hazy lamplight of your room. you feel his hands graze your thighs, Ni-ki’s touch is always warm against your skin, as he tugs you gently onto his lap. and there, nestled against his chest with your arms around his neck, it’s easy to melt and to lean into the kiss, to let him part your lips and steal little sighs from the back of your throat. it’s sweet, soft it makes your chest flutter with love and affection even when his touches become a little less innocent.

and when you move a little on his lap, not even thinking, he exhales through his nose, voice low and rough as it brushes your lips:

“baby…” yes, that’s all it takes. he melts, brain gone, only you inside his head and to be fair, it’s only him in yours too.

his hands grow firmer, fingers digging into your hips with barely restrained want. his lips return to yours with more urgency, leaving your head spinning, his mouth sliding messily over yours like he can’t get close enough, and you become needy immediately, because he knows how to do everything with just the right amount of tenderness and filth.

your nightgown rides up bit by bit with each roll of your hips, silky fabric bunching at your waist, and Ni-ki doesn’t stop it, he welcomes it. his hands slip beneath the material, tracing slow patterns over your bare skin, worshipping you with every touch because his little soft princess looks so cute even like this, soft laced panties soaking against the cotton fabric of his sweatpants. and it drives him crazy, you alwayw do. “you don’t even know,” he murmurs against your neck, voice thick and reverent, “how good you look like this.”

his kisses trail lower, messier now, open-mouthed and wet along your jaw, your collarbone, the edge of your shoulder. you feel his teeth graze your skin, a little bite softened immediately by a tender kiss, even when he’s going feral, he’s still gentle.

your sweet boyfriend Ni-ki, doesn’t matter how filthy his mouth gets, how breathless, desperate, or hungry he is for you, he’s always soft underneath it all.

[sunrisemill]

Grinding on it

[realprissygirl]

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[norrisainz33]

best friend's friend || cs55

summary: lily muni he's best friend and olympic gymnast, y/n y/l/n, gets set up with a certain williams driver

pairing: carlos sainz x gymnast!reader

warnings & fc: none & suni lee

requested: yes!!! thank you xoxox

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lilymhe: summer is always better with friends ☀️🌊💙

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user1: cutieeessssssss

ynuser: heck yes it is!!

lilymhe: i missed you so much bbygirl

user2: ok clocking carlos and alex spending part of summer break together???

alex_albon: everythings better with you

lilymhe: stoppppp i love you 🤍

ynuser: ew!

alex_albon: did you hear me complaining when you were being touchy with my coworker? [comment has been deleted]

user2: HUH??? ALEX I SAW THAT

user3: i wanna be your friend so bad

carlossainz55: thanks for letting me tag along 😌

lilymhe: you are always welcome carlitos

user4: my favorite athletic besties back at it again!

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user3: no man deserves this

lilymhe: the most gorgeous girl ive ever seen 🤤

ynuser: have you looked in a mirror

lilymhe: HAVE YOU 🤨

user4: carlos sainz?????? hold on a second

yourbff: i am not worthy 😔🤍

ynuser: stopppppp!!! also thank you for the dress my dear

yourbff: anything for you!! how was the DATE you wore it too tho?!

ynuser: heheh so so so good. lily was so right about us being good for each other and he may or may not have asked me out on another date

yourbff: YESSSS LETS GOOOO

user11: oh so my favorite gymnast is somehow friendly enough with my favorite f1 driver that hes taking pictures of her???

carlossainz55: that dress was MADE for you 😍

ynuser: pink certainly was made for me 🤭

carlossainz55: hell yea it was

user12: aboutta start barking

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f1gossip: carlos sainz has been spotted getting rather comfortable with olympic gymnast, y/n y/l/n, on a group trip to the maldives with alex albon, lily muni he and a few other friends. could carlos and y/n be the newest grid couple?

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user1: carlos would make the perfect wag 🥹

user11: choosing to believe they did this for me

user4: real

user2: unexpected but obsessed

user3: lily playing matchmaker i seeeeeeeee

user2: everyone say thank you queen lily!

user4: nah y/n is so gorgeous it aint fair

user5: im sorry but can carlos even handle all that? 🤨

user55: pleaseeeeee my man has some game give him some credit😭😭😭😭

user8: i LOVE when pretty people date

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user1: yeah i agree ! it is!

lilymhe: ummm middle slide??? hello????

ynuser: hi 🥹🤨

user4: this is taking an unexpected turn

carlossainz55: gymnastics looks really cool

ynuser: f1 looks really cool

lando: coulda done better than this comment carlos

user11: a williams jersey???? guys look williamsracingf1

williamsracingf1: nice shirt ynuser! maybe you can come wear it in the paddock in zandvoort?

ynuser: i'd be happy to 🤭

user11: OMG MOTHER

ilonamaher: god youre perfect

ynuser: miss you bby

user8: i cant wait for the olympics to come back so i can cheer you on

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user55: oh you taking this boyfriend thing seriously

alex_albon: still waiting on that thank you 🫩

carlossainz55: gracias cabron!

alex_albon: you are WELCOME!

carlossainz55: not sure what you did though it was all lily

alex_albon: no no no. i helped! i was the one who thought you and y/n would make a good match in the first place!

carlossainz55: hhaha well thank you my friend. i think we do make for a very good match

user1: you really said no i'm not going to soft launch im going straight for the real thing

teamusa: hope we can see you at the qualifiers 😏

carlossainz55: oh don't worry! i will be there to cheer on my girl

user7: if someone had to take you off the market im lowkey ok with it being her

ynuser: you take shockingly good pictures.... any chance you want to stop driving and be my full time photographer?

carlossainz55: hahahaha i would love to travel with you full time but unfortunately i have to keep driving my car ;)

ynuser: UGH just say you hate me 😭😭😭

carlossainz55: mi vida :(

ynuser: kidding carlosss 🤍🤍🤍🤍

carlossainz55: good!! you know i don’t hate you pretty girl

user44: clicked through this so quick i thought this was y/n's account not yours

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f1gossip: looks like carlos sainz and y/n y/l/n are spending time with the sainz family in mallorca... seems like this may be slightly more than a summer break fling!

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user4: oh its real now huh

user5: yeeeessssss y/n part of sainz mafia now lets goooo

user3: wait lando there too? carlando forever fr

user6: happy for them (i’m gonna throw up)

user7: lilymhe great work

lilymhe: thanks 😉

user8: ynlos for the win

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user1: i wanna go on a double date with you guys too 😭

lilymhe: im so excited that you're here in zandvoort!!!!! having a bestie in the garage with me is literally a dream come true 🥰

ynuser: i'm so excited to be here!! it all feels so surreal

lilymhe: hopefully in a good way?

ynuser: yes! it's just such new experience but i am excited nonetheless. also admittedly... a little nervous 😔

lilymhe: nervous!! how come?!!?!?!

ynuser: i'm just worried about him .. what if something happens?

lilymhe: ugh no i get that but he is a professional and will be ok! i promise!!

user4: oh so youre about to attend your first gp

carlossainz55: i could get used to this

ynuser: hehhe me too! traveling with you is quickly becoming one of my favorite things

carlossainz55: i'm glad to hear it mi amor because i was hoping you would maybe want to finish out the season with me before you have to start your training?

ynuser: like travel with you till abu dhabi?

carlossainz55: i mean yeah! only if you want to though. no pressure of course!!

ynuser: i would... absolutely love that carlos

carlossainz55: i'm glad to hear it

user8: submitting my application to be your new dog

ilonamaher: any chance lily wants to set me up with an f1 driver too

ynuser: omg yes i'm certain of it. lemme work my magic baby girl

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THIS IS THE HOTTEST SHIT I READ IN AGESCJDCBSDJBF

WE LOVE A FARMING MAN!!!!

something about fuckin in a barn will always do it for my city girl coochie.

WET AS HELLLL RN. THIS MY NEW FAV SIMON FIC FR!!

Ruthless

or: Country!Simon catches you attempting to tag his property, of course he has to teach you a lesson.

cw: 3.6k words, 18+ mdni, Country!Simon, alt universe, no use of y/n, some plot with smut, dub-con, spanking, breeding kink, p in v, creampie, age gap (Simon 29, reader 23), primal play & reencounter (if you tilt your head), pet names (little girl, city broad, lucky), fingering, lite pussy pronouns, degradation, lucky!reader

a/n: a scrapped Drabble turned into a full story cause I love plot

part 2!!! <3

You were running like your life depended on it.

It was dumb for you to even attempt to tag the Riley barn to begin with.

You knew that, your friends knew that, anyone in town would’ve warned you otherwise.

It all started with a little end of college fun, wreck havoc like the good ole days. Nothing out the ordinary. Something that supposed to be a silly little prank, saying goodbye to college and hello to adulthood by spray paint and a little egging.

Was it a little too much for your liking? Yes.

Just plain rude and disgusting because at the end of the day, what exactly did Ghost do to deserve any of this? But peer pressure is a nasty, annoying, bitch. Regardless of age.

The Riley Ranch had been rumored as evil and haunted, the only people who really interacted with the land being other farmers. Even when Simon Riley, the last standing of the family, came to church (on the rarest occasions), people kept their distance. Afraid his families “bad” energy would spread over to them.

They called him Ghost.

There was a fire at the families home, started by Ghosts father who was always in a rage. Your father made sure your family stayed clear of him when you visited, he wasn’t too kind to quote, ‘big headed, posey, no good, city slickers.’ No one thought his rage would grow so large into trying to kill his whole family.

No one one besides Ghost made it out that night, there was rumored to be a large burn mark on his back to prove it.

You’d gotten found too fucking quick, “What the hell do you think you’re doin?” His voice booming on the highway road.

Simon Riley was blessed to have ears like an owl. Heard the car pull up and stop on his property, the rumbling of the engine— a beat passes— the car doors slamming shut and the far off hushed giggles. Nothing new, people had passed his property to spook whoever the hell they were with. Try to show how “evil spirits” ran rampant on his land, even if they were, he hadn’t ask for them to be there. But they’d never stop. They’d do it before.

They’d do it again.

But he heard that can of spray paint shake and his boots hit the floor before he even realized it.

Not the brown farmhouse gate he’d spent so long sanding down as a child with the help of his grandfather. Not the white ranch fence he’d spend so long getting together as soon as the land was properly handed to him and in his name, that’d he hand painted himself and fixed up the grass so people knew better than to drop any litter there.

No fucking way.

Your friends were already in the mustang you’d arrived in, those bastards, revving the engine and zooming off. You dropped the can, more spray getting on the grass fuck, fuck, fuck— your brown eyes slowly looked up, meeting a more than livid pair blue eyes.

You wanted to squeak out, ‘im sorry’ but where would there be room for that? Not in between the ranch fence that already had a squiggly line and crooked smiley face with black spray paint on it created by yours truly. There would absolutely be no room for an apology when his face was already screwed up, jaw clenching from underneath the bandana that hid his face, eyes narrowing into slits.

Well duh, babe. Move those feet!

And you did, turning at a 90 degree angle and sprinting like it was the end of the world. Ghost mumbled a ‘god damn it’, and ran right after you, his boot quickly meeting a carton of unopened eggs.

Oh you were definitely in for it now.

You ran through the Egyptian wheat, tall as the eye can see, green leaves scratching your arms and legs. You prayed to God there wasn’t any crazy animals hiding in there. You were panting, taking a quick glance behind you and you could only hear rustling of the large plants that surrounded you, feet hitting the floor.

Then you heard a distant yell in the field, “[+], you get back here!”

Well it wasn’t exactly the hardest to spot you out, you looked like your mother— who looked like her mother. You came from a family known for actually being good people, never hesitating to help or providing when need be. You’d met Mr. Riley a couple times in your 23 years of life. Quick instances that you vaguely remember. But you knew his face, and he knew yours.

Your mom had been one of the few good people making sure he was well taken care of when he was younger, she couldn’t raise him like she had wanted to with having to travel back and forth from the city for work as a children’s author. But she’d made sure he was taken care of in whatever home he was placed in, encouraged him to join the Boys and Girls club, something to ground him.

“Just needs someone to look after ‘em is all,” she’d ensisted while braiding your hair one night before heading to meet him at his group home, fingers weaving through your curls with purpose, you were around eight. “Some kids need a lil extra love, show ‘em someone’s there for ‘em. Simon’s one of those kids, so is your older brother, even though he’s a pain in my side at times. They’re all good in their core— their heart. It’s important to have someone nurture it. Gods called me to do that.”

Though, the relationship strained when the foster system let him go. “He’s just having boy troubles. Boys go through those weird hormones when they hit a certain age. Wants to prove ‘imself as a man. They get real hard headed [+]. He’ll get over it ‘nd pull through. He always does,” she’d say. So certain. Undoubting. Like a sixth sense.

And Simon did manage well enough, clearly, for him to have a proper farm for himself, one that was properly taken care of and thriving. You’d visited with your mom two years back. It was so clear to you now. Your mother practically smothering him in a hug when she got close enough. Simon was awkward at first, but accepted it. His eyes and whole body softing by her touch. She’d been family when no one else would be.

He looked towards you, you met a gorgeous shade of blue, long blonde lashes to match his short blonde hair, face with a few noticeable scars and half his face hidden under a black bandana. You were standing a ways off so you couldn’t hear what he or your mother was saying, but you saw him nod toward you. Your mother saying something and him nodding in response. She waved you over,

“[+] you know Simon— I mean, Mr. Riley since you’re a grown man now, ain’t that right.” She laughed.

“Whatever you want ma���am.” He looks down at you and extends his hand. You take it, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and give it a firm shake.

“Good seein you.” It wasn’t just words, he was sincere, caring. Like seeing an old friend.

You nodded, “ ‘S good seeing you too.”

He showed you the farm after that in his truck. The big house that was farther toward the woods, properly fixed after the fire a decade ago, the Egyptian wheat field, the horses and chickens and the new blue barn he was building to accommodate them, the horse training area used to break in horses no one else would. It was a lot of land, a lot of work, but you could tell by the sound of his husk voice, he was proud of himself and the work he’d been able to accomplish. Even more happy when your mom praised him.

It finally clicked: that barn— and right on time, you’d caught sight of it. Not the one Mr. Riley had been fixing when you visited, the old one. Large and in charge that had old wood, and was definitely falling apart. But you made a bee line for it anyway.

What other option did you have?

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest, nerves on a high because you didn’t even notice how close Ghost was to you before you ducked so he couldn’t grab you. Kicking his shin and dashing towards the barn that was bones.

“You damn brat! fuck me!” He cursed, hopping to ease the new pain on his leg before running right after you.

You undid the large wooden latch, sliding the doors open and immediately trying to slide them close. But his hand shot through the opening, a shiver runs down your spin.

Up the steps you went, the only place you could go, and Ghost was right on your heels, quick, almost silent— didn’t call him Ghost for no reason. You tripped and fell on a pile of hay and wild chickens went fluttering and clucking down to the barn floor, clouding your vision. Next thing you knew, Ghost finally caught you. His hands grabbed hold of both of your arms as you rolled around and thrashed underneath him.

“You fuckin asshole! Let me go!” You grunted, trying to kick your legs where the sun didn’t shine but completely missing when the older man closed your legs, gripping them together under your knees in his hands. He had you like a pig about to be roasted.

“You ruin my property but I’m the asshole?” The fucking audacity of you. “Gonna teach you a fuckin lesson cause clearly they don’t teach you city folk manners.”

With ease, Ghost sat himself down on one of the old hay bails, bringing you over his lap. He grunts, keeping you as still as you can, and then like thunder— his large calloused hand comes down to your plump ass, echoing in the empty barn.

“Mr. Riley!” You gasp, your head shoots up, eyes widening— there’s no way- was he giving you a spanking? The next one yanks you out of your thoughts, brutal, harsh, that makes you scream his name again, “Mr. Riley, that’s enough!” But he’s completely ignoring you.

“Spray painting my fences,” SMACK!

“Tryin to egg my house,” SMACK!

“‘Nd Ruinin my fuckin crops?!” SMACK!

“You’ve lost,” SMACK! “you’re damn,” SMACK! “mind! little girl!” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

You’re crying and whimpering, as his hand continues forming ripples in your ass. You’d gotten one singular whopping your whole life, from your grandma for breaking her good vase when she told you no ball throwing in the house. Life altering from one incident that made you into the goodest girl there ever was.

And then there’s this predicament, one that ripped your soul in two. One half fueled with hatred for doing something so crude— so audacious. And then the other that’s struggling to keep itself contained. one more hit that meets your tender bottom, one that hits you in a place you didn’t realize was boiling over— a smack to the ass that forces an egregious moan out of your trembling plump lips.

Simon stills, his eyes flicking over the state of you. You’re shaking, head down and legs finally not kicking. But he sees the way you try to hide yourself further into his lap, because you and he both know you just moaned because of a little whooping.

Oh— you're crazy.

You’d unknowingly created a fire and Simon would add lighter fluid to it.

He lifts the bottom of your short flower patterned dress, just to peak, you jump but still, your heart pounding even louder than it had before. And it’s a sight for the man to behold— your underwear soaked like the damn ocean. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to bring the hands down to hide the slick that was ever growing.

“D-don’t look.” You sniffle. Too damn cute.

But there’s a snicker, something that makes you look back at him and his eyes are shining with mischief, “My god, you’re a filthy lil thang, aren’t’chu?” It’s almost rhetorical, he’s not asking you, he’s asking your cunt. “Didn’t know you city broads were like that, learn somethin new every day, don’t you?”

You yelp when he yanks your underwear down to your knees, thrashing around once again, but Simon keeps you still. Your pretty pussys glistening as bright as sun on water, slick all over your fat second pair of lips. He brushes his fingers against them, sending shivers up your spine, you cant help but arch further into his touch.

You whine, “Mr. Riley-“

“—Shhhhh, gotta hear her,” he murmured, slowly slipping a finger in your drenched hole. Your pussys practically sputtering out with every thrust of his finger, slipping another one and coating it perfectly. He takes them out, sucking up the juices on his tongue that you’ve left on them, spitting down on your hole before stuffing his fingers back into you. He hums in satisfaction as you lose your mind, “such a fuckin slut, you just get this wet for anyone, don’t you?”

Your eyes reach the back of your head, breath hitching, “Nooo, I don’t- I wouldn’t!— ooh- agh- Mr. Riley!” your interrupting yourself with your own moans. Whatever anger you had before, folding into nothing.

He finally let’s go of your hands and you grip on to his leg, nails clawing at his jean cover thighs. Your stomach tightens running away as your orgasm builds but Simon follows, thrusting his fingers into your gummy walls even more, curving them to find your sweet spot with determination.

“Eaaasy now, don’t want to hurt you. Be good ‘nd cum. Know you want to, make a mess all over me darlin’.”

And that’s all it takes, with a twitch and a squeal, your cumming all over his hand. Simon thrusts his fingers a couple times, watching the wave of euphoria wash over you before sucking one of fingers clean, then bringing the other to your mouth.

“Come on, don’t be fuckin uppity, taste it lil girl” he tsked, you take the middle finger in your mouth, tasting your own arousol, swirling your tongue around it. Slowly pulling your head back with a ‘pop.’ It all goes straight to the blondes aching dick.

You hear it, the unbuckling of his belt, your stomach touching the tint that had built because of you. your mind finally snaps out of the trance he’s got you in. You barley manage to get out of his lap, scrambling through the hay, tripping over your underwear, on your as knees. Giving Simon the perfect view of your tender ass and the slick that’s dripping down to your thigh before you turn when you meet a wall. Pushing yourself into it.

“We- shit- someone- someone’ll come!” You ramble out, panting, still feeling the after effects of your orgasm. Your eyes avert to anything in this barn besides the man infront of you. But he made his way over to you, slow, stalking. And once he’s on his knees and hovering above you, he springs his cock from from his boxers. The blonde is hung, large and girthy, his tip strawberry red and leaking pre cum.

He bends down, sliding his fat cock between your wet folds, and then smacking his tip on your clit creating a plap, plap, plap. You can’t help but whimper at the sensation.

“You want it don’t you?” he whispers in your ear, taunting you, goosebumps wave over your skin. “Don’t want me all the way,” he traces over your belly, and then pokes right where your uterus is, “up here, hm?”

“Don’t want me to make you feel good pretty girl? Don’t wanna feel it once?”

Maybe it’s the adrenaline that’s pulsing through you, the way he’s looking down on you like you’re pathetic, dick crazed maniac. And maybe that’s exactly what you are, just once— you just want feel him stir your guts just. this. once.

“I do.”

And your soft voice is just enough for the brute to yank your legs open, Simon throwing your legs over his forearms and spreading your pretty hole open with just the tip. The man starts bullying himself inside the tightness of your pink walls.

He’s big. He’s too big. You hiccup, shoving at his shoulder while he’s splitting you in half, “Mr.Riley, ‘s so much! hicc- can’t. I can’t.”

He croons, slowly thrust more and more of his veiny length into you. “Come oooon city broad, thought you could take it? Don’t go runnin. Been runnin from me alllll this time little girl.”

“Bet you won’t do no shit like that again, ruining my damn property,” Simon hissed, smacking down your clit a few times. “Gonna fuck that nonsense outta that lil brain ‘f yours.”

“I won’t! I promise! Mmmph- I’ll be good! S-so good just for you. Always for you.” You mewled, one hands clawing at the wall behind you and other hand at his shoulder. He finally feels it, his cock reaching the very hilt of you, balls smacking your ass crack. The damn obscene sounds your syrupy pussy is making to keep him inside you, and his tip giving your cervix the messiest and he’s sure, the first kiss it’s ever received.

A baby.

You’d look so fucking sexy, being all plump with his fucking baby. He pushes your thighs back to you head further, jackhammering into your heat rough and mean.

“Five,” he mumbles, groping at one of your tits in his hand. Squeezing and kneading it like a vice.

“Wha-“

“You’ll give me five ‘f ‘em, won’t’cha? Make me a daddy.”

He’s talking nonsense, partially. Simon wasn’t dead set on five, he’d wanted a baseball team but he’d settle for whatever you wanted. One would do if it caused you too much strain. He’d take care of you and the baby, buy you whatever you asked for, have you sat on that back porch, in a rocking chair. Your hand on your full belly, watching him as he worked all lovingly.

Simon breath hitches, rolling his hips into yours with a grunt, fucking drunk at the thought of it. The thought of you, all while your pussy was squeezing on him like you were reading his fucking mind.

“C-christ almighty, I got lucky with you huh? A snug lil cunt like this deserves to be up filled up with my cum.”

You still couldn’t believe it, thee Simon Ghost Riley, was with you in this old barn fucking your brains out like you were fucking Eve in that damn garden, on top of a pile of hay. Both of you letting out moans and groans like animals that you’re sure anyone who stepped foot on property would be able to hear. It’s hot, and sweat is forming on both of your foreheads, your skin is sticky. Simon’s big balls hitting your ass every punch of his tip into you G Spot. both of your eyes hazy, stupid off the other getting off.

“Feel so gooood M-Mr. Riley! So much!” You keen, reach for the bandana hiding his face. He always pushes your hand away but then he remembers what you’re about to be— his lover, his wife— the mother of hic children.

“Mamma’s gotta know the face of ‘er children’s daddy right? pull it off.” And you do, tugging it. And god, maybe this whole ordeal got you lucky.

So damn pretty. A scar on his nose, another one at the end of his pink lips, blonde strands swaying everytime he ruts into you, “Mr. Riley’s sooo pretty,” you slur, talking to him like it’s some secret. You’re lucid in his cock, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure while you stomach coils up.

“Uh-uh, eyes on me city broad, look at me!” He squeezes your cheeks together, planting a fat kiss on your smooshed lips. He snaps his hips forward, and your head would’ve hit the wall from how good you feel. But Simons still got your pretty face in his hands.

“Gonna have ya allll bare foot ‘nd pregnant, waddlin yer cute ass ‘round here with a ring on that finger.” He’s telling you, as if this is already happened and he’s seein it with his own eyes. All you can do is moan at his words. You can’t even form a sentence at this point. Just nodding your ditzy little head while he gives you his dick.

“Gonna be a pretty fuckin mamma too, fu- shit baby, your pretty tits all full with milk for our kin— damn, you love the sound ‘f that dontcha? You can deny it all ya wont, but she’s achin for it.”

God, you are. She is too. You didn’t even know how greedy your pussy was being as he pistoned in and out of you, “Gonna— gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna-“

“-Yeah, thaaat’s it lucky, come all over your husbands cock.”

All you can utter is a ‘s-shit’ when your orgasm smacks you, your toes curling in your converses, thighs shaking in Simons hold.

The blonde gets you in a headlock, smooshing you down into the floor further, brushing your curls with hay out of your gorgeous face. rutting into you as your walls clamp onto him, begging for his all milk he’s able to give you.

Simon growls, and the strings of cum fill your womb. Your clammy bodies are still stuck together as he rocks the last bit of cum into. Mumbling while kissing your neck, “take it lucky it’s all yours. Gotta keep you nice ‘nd full if you’re gonna get pregnant.”

It’s quiet finally. The barn itself is old and creaks but you can hear the chickens right down the steps clucking, the cicadas chirping, the breeze passing through the trees. The only think you hear are his and your pants,

Simon scoops you up in his arms, adjusting your dress to cover the mess he’s created thats dripping down on that barn floor with every steps he takes.

“Mr. Riley, where are we- where are we going?” You hiccup, gripping onto his shirt. All you can look at is him, a little in shock, a little blissed out. The only thing your able to focus on is the handsome man holding you against his chest. The way his heart pounds louder as he looks down at you.

“To the house. It just won’t take after one go.”

a/n: a draft that’s sitting since last month. Luv you bubs. Can’t wait to write more country!simon

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📖 small things like these by claire keegan

genre: historical fiction

fav quote: “no act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted”

rating: 5/5 ⭐

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hiiiii today i'm showing you all the books i've collected over the past month (my tbr is officially out of control) and then letting lando pick what we read next…

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0:00 - intro + rant

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12:03 - the "let lando pick" challenge begins

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the atlas six - olivie blake

book lovers - emily henry

the midnight library - matt haig

circe - madeline miller

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username1 lando asking "do any of these have happy endings" like he's traumatized from normal people

⤷ yourusername he's still recovering from that emotional damage

username2 the way you explain why you're excited about each book makes me want to read EVERYTHING

username3 your content always feels like hanging out with a friend who happens to have immaculate book taste

username4 lando if you're reading this… we need to have a conversation about your book selection criteria

⤷ username5 NOT HIM PICKING BASED ON COVER COLORS

username6 "sooo this will be the book we'll be reading" THEY'RE READING TOGETHER 🥹 the way she said we so casually

username7 her voice is so soothing and she explains everything so well

username8 "i hope this doesn't find you" is such a good choice though!! like lando accidentally picked something that's actually perfect for both of them

username9 yn your apartment is literally my dream aesthetic omg

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ln4content JAPANESE GP MEDIA DAY | Lando was asked about his recent book reviews in Y/N's Instagram comments during today's press conference and his response was actually so sweet. You can tell he misses having her here for this triple header.

I: "Lando, we've noticed you've been quite active in your girlfriend's book review posts lately. Can you tell us about that?"

Lando: "Yeah... she was always trying to get me to read stuff and at first I was like 'absolutely not, I don't have time for that' but then I thought, you know what, I'll give it a go. Turns out I'm enjoying it more than I expected."

I: "How do you find time to read during race weekends, especially with this intense triple header schedule?"

Lando: "It's actually not bad for flights and hotel downtime. Better than just scrolling on my phone for hours doing nothing productive. Y/N gets so excited when I text her updates about what's happening in the book, like when characters do stupid things. She's not here this weekend, so I've been sending her very long voice messages about the book instead of just texting."

I: "Any plans to make your own goodreads account?"

Lando: "For now, I think I'll stick to crashing her comments section. That seems to be working quite well for everyone."

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username1 his smile when he talks abt her... may this kind of love FIND ME NOW

username2 he's so down bad for her it's embarassing

username3 LANDOYN NATION WE'RE BEING FED

username4 parents are parenting

username5 yn liked this ahhh 🥹🥹🥹

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yourusername dear reader... 💌 i hope this finds you well

📖 i hope this doesn't find you by ann liang

genre: contemporary romance

fav quote: “Iʼm not so familiar with vices— I like to think I have none, but if anything were to count, you would be my only one“

rating: 4/5 ⭐

the story is about sadie, the type of perfectionist who channels all of her negative feelings into email drafts that she never sends… until they do get sent.

this made me giggle and fall for the characters so hard. academic rivals to lovers always hits different, especially when they were actually rivals who genuinely couldn't stand each other.

btw i'm completely in love with julius. he really said "i see your worst self and choose to love you anyway" and meant it 💖💗🩷💘💞💝

the only reason this isn't a 5/5 is because i wanted more of his pov and the ending felt slightly rushed but those are minor complaints. full review (+ spoilers) on goodreads!

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username1 MY FAV BOOK WE CHEERED

lando finished this two days ago like i promised. took me way longer than expected because i kept getting distracted by how much sadie reminded me of you when we first started dating: stubborn, overthinking everything, convinced you weren't good enough (which is ridiculous btw). the way liang builds up their relationship felt very authentic. 4/5 stars

⤷ yourusername who ARE you and what have you done with my boyfriend ⤷ lando i told you i'm getting better at this 🤓

carmenmmundt The way you describe books makes me want to read everything immediately

⤷ yourusername you're gonna love this one

username2 me 🤝 yn 🤝 being in love with julius

lilymhe okay but julius gong is actually perfect like ann really created the ideal boyfriend and now we all have unrealistic expectations

⤷ yourusername the bar is in space now thanks to fictional characters ⤷ lando ??? excuse me ⤷ alex_albon we're literally right here… ⤷ lilymhe and your point is

username3 can't believe you actually turned lando into a romance reader. you really won the long game

annliangwrites this is such a thoughtful review 🥹 i’m so glad you connected with them

⤷ yourusername STOP IT you're here!! thank you for writing them they live in my heart now 💕 ⤷ lando great now she's never getting over this book ⤷ annliangwrites as it should be!

username4 LANDO WROTE A WHOLE ESSAY

⤷ username5 the evolution from "bit depressing 3/5" to this... we've come so far

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yourusername this is actually a re-read but it's one of my favorite books of all time so i had to make a proper post about it. you know it's love when you own four different editions and they're all annotated differently depending on what age you read them 💕

📖 pride and prejudice by jane austen

genre: classic romance

fav quote: "I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine"

rating: 5/5 ⭐ (always and forever)

read this at fifteen and thought it was just about a girl who judged people too quickly. at eighteen, i understood it was about growing up and admitting when you're wrong. at twenty, i realized it was about the courage it takes to be vulnerable. now, reading it feels like watching two people learn how to be their best for each other.

this book remains a timeless classic for it’s memorable characters and enduring themes. it’s not just a romance but also a critic of societal norms and expectations. through the journey of characters like lizzie, jane offers lessons about prejudice, self discovery and personal growth. ♡♡

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lando i understand now why you've read it so many times. darcy’s character development is actually incredible, he goes from arrogant to genuinely trying to be better without losing who he is. elizabeth is brilliant and stubborn (like you). i think that’s what makes them work.

the language was a bit of a challenge. it’s beautiful but sometimes i’d go back and reread chapters to catch what i missed (or ask you for help lol) my favorite quote is "you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you" because that's one of the most honest ways anyone's ever declared love. 4.5/5 only because the beginning was slow but worth pushing through

⤷ yourusername sooo this review just made me fall in love with you all over again ⤷ username1 my fav driver quoting jane austen was NOT on my 2025 bingo card ⤷ username2 get you a man who quotes mr. darcy for u

username3 the way you just explained the plot across your life stages??? this is why you're my favorite book girlie

username4 lando becoming a proper book reviewer with favorite quotes and everything thanks yn for ur service

⤷ yourusername i've trained him well ⤷ username5 his review being longer than some goodreads reviewers i'm so proud

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yourusername when i'm not reading i'm supporting my favorite driver in the whooole world :)

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⤷ lando admin no one said you could love her more than i do

username1 lando can u fight

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lilyzneimer 🥹🧡

⤷ username3 MY TWO FAV WAGS ⤷ username4 lily and yn supremacy always

username5 if i was lando i’d simply never let her leave my side

lando i love you

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lando when i'm not winning races i'm reading books with my girlfriend :)

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lando and yes i made a goodreads account

⤷ yourusername nerd

yourusername proud doesn't even begin to cover it

username1 i want a boyfriend like him😭

mclaren We fully support book club Norris

username2 every time he posts something about yn i feel like i’m watching a book come to life

username3 booktok is literally shaking

username4 i need the goodreads link NOW

⤷ lando it’s under construction. reviews loading… slowly

username5 the bar has now been set at “willing to open a goodreads account for you” sorry

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ʚɞ . . call out my name!

❤︎ — you ask them what their favourite name is to be called in bed!

﹒ ∩ _ ∩ contents : fem!reader. some suggestiveness. little crack.

𐔌 includes — gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, choso kamo, shiu kong ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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‎‎── ࣪˖ ࣪ geto suguru ࣪ ˖ ──

‎‎── ࣪˖ ࣪ nanami kento ࣪ ˖ ──

‎‎── ࣪˖ ࣪ toji fushiguro ࣪ ˖ ──

‎‎── ࣪˖ ࣪ ryomen sukuna ࣪ ˖ ──

‎‎── ࣪˖ ࣪ choso kamo ࣪ ˖ ──

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Matt please look at me like that I’m BEGGING

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summer lovin || eo31

summary: you go on a girls trip and happen to run into a certain f1 driver while there

pairing: esteban ocon x nonfamous!reader

warnings & fc: very suggestive (you are responsible for the content you consume) & none

requested: nope! i just absolutely love a nonfamous reader meeting a driver on vacation what can i say

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yourbff: this plane needs to land faster i need the beach nOW

ynuser: REAL!! we only have like 30 more minutes tho and then beach here we come!!

yourbff: i cant wait to drop our bags and sprint to the ocean

friend1: ok and how are you still perfect even at the airport

ynuser: stoppppppppppp! says the girl who is dripped out wearing the cutest outfit ive ever seen

friend1: stfu

yoursibling: jealousy is a disease and i have it

ynuser: you could have come if you ditched school!!

yoursibling: and you know i cant just ditch uni

ynuser: but its summerrrrrrrrr

yoursibling: and i have summer classes!!!!

friend2: seee youu sooonnnnnn for the best summer holiday ever!!!

ynuser: yeeeesssssssss!!!!!

friend3: you're prettier than that sunset fr

ynuser: thank you gorgeous

fiend4: where are you going!?!?!?

yuser: st tropez!!!!

friend4: ugh incredible! manifesting a cute rich boy for you while you're out there

ynuser: ur my absolute hero fr

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after a long travel day and a quick outfit change into your favorite bikini, you and your friends made your way down to the beach, the salty breeze instantly unraveling your stress. now, an hour later, you were lying under the golden saint tropez sun and half listening to your friends chat while sipping a perfectly chilled aperol spritz.

the beach was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the rhythmic lull of waves and you found yourself people watching, zoning out in the best way.

“y/n,” one of your friends whispered, nudging your leg gently with her foot.

you turned your head lazily to look at her, “what?”

“don’t look right now and try to be cool,” she said, eyes still trained on her drink trying to keep cool herself. “but there’s a group of guys about 3 umbrellas to our left and 1 of them very much keeps staring at you.”

your brows lifted, “staring how?”

“like he’s either figuring out how to approach you or deciding if you’re real,” she said in a hushed tone. “hes tall and tan and honestly kinda stupidly hot. european if i had to guess.”

you resisted the urge to glance too quickly instead you casually readjusted your sunglasses as you leaned back on the cabana chair. out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of who your friend was talking about.

he was leaning back in a low slung beach chair, drink in hand, dark curls pushed back by the wind, sunglasses halfway down his nose and he was definitely looking in your direction.

when your eyes flicked over for just a second too long, he smiled one of those slow and confident kind of smiles.

you quickly grabbed your phone, heart skipping for no good reason, and pretended to scroll through it.

“shut up,” you muttered to your friend, even though she hadn’t said anything. she just grinned and sipped her spritz.

“are you going to go talk to him?” she asked, barely containing her excitement.

you laughed, “no!! we’re on vacation. i'm not here for some random beach flirtation.”

“yeah ok,” she smirked, “except you kind- are and i kinda am too soooooo”

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yourbff: ohhhh i want you sooo bad!! almost as bad as the boy from the beach

ynuser: stop he doesn't want me that bad

yourbff: he literally walked up to YOU and told YOU that you TOOK HIS BREATH AWAY in his cute little french accent and then asked to buy you a drink????????????? and then asked you to meet him and his friends out this evening ??????????

ynuser: STOP 🫠

yourbff: you STOP!!! don't deny that hot gorgeous perfect frenchman wants you

ynuser: ok fine maybe he does 🫩

friend1: goddess

ynuser: 😭🤍

friend2: sorry for breathing the same air as you

ynuser: sorry for breathing your air babe

friend3: everything about you is perfect

ynuser: not true have you seen my room? its a mess

friend3: you are so annoying

yoursibling: please pour one out for me im begging

ynuser: ofc bestie

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your breath caught in your throat as the tall, broad shouldered man peeled away from his group of equally attractive friends and began walking toward you, all sun kissed skin, easy confidence and that magnetic kind of energy you could feel before he even said a word.

your friends noticed before you even had the chance to react and they quickly turned away with deliberately innocent smiles, breaking off into their own conversations, leaving you to fend for yourself.

“hi there,” the man greeted, voice smooth and unmistakably french.

you pushed your sunglasses up slightly, meeting his gaze. his eyes were warm, curious, and locked onto you like you were the only person on the beach. “hi,” you managed, your voice shaky despite your best efforts to sound nonchalant.

with little hesitation, he sat in the vacant lounge chair beside yours, “i hope i’m not being too forward,” he began, his smile boyish but his eyes steady. “but i saw you from over there, and well, you quite literally took my breath away and i thought i had to at least get your name.”

from behind you, one of your friends audibly gasped before dissolving into a whisper shriek. you stifled a laugh, eyes flicking back to his. “quite the charmer you are,” you teased, “i’m y/n.”

a grin curved across his face, “esteban,” he replied, running a hand through his hair in a way that seemed almost too perfect to be accidental, the movement subtly flexing the muscles in his arm.

“well, esteban,” you said slowly, letting the name roll off your tongue, “it's nice to meet you.”

“the pleasure’s mine, y/n” his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners as he smiled. “are you and your friends doing anything tonight?”

you considered him for a moment, then offered a shy smile, “we could be.”

“good,” he said simply, as if your answer was exactly what he’d expected. “then maybe I’ll see you again later at les caves du roy.”

“and if you don’t?”

he leaned in slightly, dropping his voice, “then that would be a real shame.”

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ynuser: ready for wherever the evening takes us ☀️🌊

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yourbff: you have taken my breath away. can i get your name?

ynuser: girl shut up

yourbff: NEVER! THIS IS MY VERSION OF A ROMANCE NOVEL GOOD BYE

yoursibling: i'm clearly missing something here. please fill me in

yourbff: texting u rn babes

friend1: it’s actually unfair at this point

ynuser: love you bestie

friend6: have fun girlies 🤍

ynuser: thank you friend 🤍

yoursibling: i’m stealing that set when you get home trust

ynuser: no

friend2: meshki should be making you one of their models you look actually perfect in this outfit

ynuser: meshki you heard the girl

friend3: marry me please i’m begging 🙏🏻 💍

ynuser: just say when

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the sun had dipped below the horizon leaving the streets of saint tropez buzzing with energy. you and your friends had taken your time getting ready, dancing around the hotel room with cocktails in hand, hyping each other up and taking a million different pictures. you weren’t exactly sure what to expect from the night (or from esteban) but when he’d mentioned the name of a local club earlier, something in you had already decided you’d show up.

now, standing just inside the velvet rope of the exclusive bar, you scanned the crowd. the scene was the classic vacation nightlife with beautiful people, expensive drinks, laughter and music floating through the air and it didnt take long till you saw him.

esteban stood near the bar, casually nursing a drink, deep in conversation with a few guys you didn’t recognize. he wore a linen shirt, sleeves rolled and a few buttons undone and was somehow even more annoyingly attractive than he’d been this afternoon.

you leaned toward your best friend, “ok now I’m nervous.”

“don’t be,” she grinned. “he literally walked across a beach to hit on you. i think you’re fine. plus i need this to work out because that one tall brunette he's chatting with is HOT and i need that in my life.”

before you could respond, esteban turned his head and spotted you. his face lit up instantly before he excused himself from his group and made his way over, weaving through the crowd like it parted for him.

“you made it,” he noted, his smile as warm as the breeze off the water.

“you sound surprised,” you teased, stepping closer so he could hear you over the loud music.

“i was hoping! not assuming though.” his said as he moved out of the way for a group of people walking in and as he did his hand brushed the small of your bare back, just briefly, but it sent a shiver up your spine.

your friends had already dispersed to the dance floor, giving you space without needing to be asked. and for a while you and esteban talked, laughed, and danced. he made it easy to forget everything else around you. until someone interrupted that is.

“esteban?” a girl’s voice cut through the music. you turned your head to see a group of girls in their early 20s, drinks in hand, eyes wide like they were mesmerized by the man standing next to you and you instantly felt a pang of doubt.

“oh my god, can we get a photo? i’m such a huge fan,” one of them gushed. “i literally screamed and cried when you got the podium with pierre in brazil last year.”

you blinked, completely unaware of what podium she was talking about and why she was referencing a guy named pierre and some event in brazil. the group of girls eyed you for slightly too long and you felt your skin crawl under the weight of their stare.

esteban chuckled politely, nodding quickly. “sure, yeah. of course.”

he posed for a few quick pictures while you stood to the side, suddenly feeling like the only person in the room who didn’t know what was going on. when he turned back to you, you raised a brow at him.

“ok,” you said slowly, “who are you?”

he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck clearly a little uncomfortable with how the situation was unfolding, “i was kind of hoping to avoid this part for a bit.”

“why? are you like famous?”

“i drive in formula 1,” he admitted, eyes cautiously watching your reaction, “for a team called haas.”

you stared at him for a beat trying to wrap your head around it. sure you'd heard of formula 1 and ferrari before but you hadn't heard of haas or esteban. “is that… a big deal?”

his smile widened as his anxiety began to fade away, “in some circles, yeah.”

you squinted at him, “interesting so then thats why those girls knew who you were.” you took a sip of your drink studying him as you considered the interaction and what it meant about esteban, "are you any good?"

he laughed again, “i’m decent. been around for a little while but I liked that you didn’t know who i was," he paused for a beat, "it was kind of refreshing, actually.”

you crossed your arms, biting back a grin. “so, let me get this straight! you’re a professional race car driver and you didn’t think to mention that when you came up to me on the beach?”

“didn’t want to lead with it. i liked talking to you without all that because it felt more genuine," esteban admitted.

you nodded slowly with understanding, “mysterious, kind of famous, french, and annoyingly charming you seem like trouble.”

he bit his lip before nodding, “the fun kind of trouble.”

you rolled your eyes but your smile gave you away. “alright then, esteban from haas. let’s see if you and your friends can keep up off the track too.”

he leaned in, voice low and warm. "challenge accepted.”

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f1gossip: 🚨 BREAKING: esteban ocon, lando norris, mick schumacher, ollie bearman and lance stroll have all been sighted out at les caves du roy in saint tropez. it seems like the group are starting off their summer break with some partying and beach time! we also have sources who confirm that esteban was seen dancing and getting handsy with a mystery girl who he ended up leaving with at the end of the night.. could our estie bestie have found a summer fling?

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user1: they all look criminally good

user2: i am looking RESPECTFULLY

friend2: who are the sources 🤔

friend1: was it you be honest 👀

friend2: NO

f1gossip: care to share why would you be a source?

friend2: nope :)

user3: ok esteban i didnt know you had game like that 😅

user4: gonna gnaw on lando's neck 🫠

friend1: aint no way 😂😂😂

user5: mystery girl is living my dream

yourbff: this is actually hysterical 😭

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friend1: EWEWWWWWW

ynuser: is this not what you're doing w lando rn 🤨

friend1: uh cant confirm nor deny 🤭

ynuser: exactly

yourbff: ok his friend lance's hotel room is literally the most insane thing ive ever seen

ynuser: so is esteban's its literally so luxurious

yourbff: i could get used to this life of luxury fr 🤯

friend3: giggling and kicking my feet for u rn from the comfort of my bed 🤭

ynuser: and you are so real for that. is the room service hitting?

friend3: YES ITS SO GOOOOOOOD

yoursibling: theres this thing called decorum and clearly you have none of it 🫩

ynuser: sorry that i’m hot and he’s hot! sue me!

yoursibling: and the way that i will!!!!!!!

friend4: i expect u to b in the best mood ever at lunch tmrw since ur getting cracked tonight

ynuser: askfjgdlfjg hahahahhhhhah stfu

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you stretched beneath the silky sheets, feeling a little bit sore in that way that reminded you what you’d been up to last night and with who.

a moment later, the door opened and in esteban came still shirtless, hair slightly messy, balancing a tray of food like he’d done it a hundred times. except something in the way he looked at you, slow, soft, like he was taking his time admiring you made it clear he hadn’t.

“i figured you might be hungry after last night,” he said, his accent heavier in the morning.

you sat up and raised a brow, “is this your move? seduce and then serve breakfast?”

he chuckled, setting the tray down in front of you and crawling into the open space on the bed next to you. “only when i really don’t want it to be a one night thing.”

you stilled, eyes meeting his. “this wasn’t just a hookup for me,” he said, more serious now, his fingers brushing your bare knee gently. “i don’t usually do this and by that i mean bring someone back. stay up all night talking in between other things,” his smile softened. “you’re different. i felt it the second i saw you on the beach.”

you tilted your head, “you don’t even know me.”

“let me change that,” he said simply. “let me get to know you. off the beach and outside of this hotel room. maybe over breakfast and over dinner. in paris. in monaco. wherever you’ll let me.”

you couldn’t help the way your lips curled at the corners, “you’re very convincing especially for someone who had to resort to begging last night.”

his eyes darkened, a smirk playing on his lips, “and i’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

you laughed and picked up a piece of fruit from the tray, “keep feeding me like this and i might let you.”

he leaned in slowly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, his voice a whisper against your skin, “say the word mon ange and ill cancel my entire week.”

you looked at him, amused and intrigued and more than a little flustered, “let’s just see where this goes.”

esteban smiled, “oh, I intend to.”

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yourbff: sooooooo monaco y/n/n??? looks nice?????

ynuser: it is perhaps one of the nicest places ive ever been and it helps that i have the best tour guide available

yourbff: so jet setting with a man you met a couple weeks ago wasn't the worst idea?

ynuser: somehow no!

yourbff: YYYEEEESSSS 😫😫😫😫

yourbff: can i pls come to a race 🥺

ynuser: LOL you gotta ask lance for that 👀

yourbff: HAHAAH he has messaged me a few times since so i'll work on it

friend1: ethereal goddess

ynuser: 🥹😭🤍😘🥰

friend2: its upsetting to me that a man is getting to have you and not me

ynuser: you can have me too baby girl just don't tell him that

estebanocon: happy and grateful for you being here

ynuser: 🥹 im glad

estebanocon: i think we need to make this a more regular thing

ynuser: i agree

estebanocon: thats my girl

friend6: WHY ARE YOU IN MONACO???? HELLO???

ynuser: remember that gorgeous man i met in saint tropez?? well im visiting him hehehehe 🤭

friend6: W O W

yoursibling: when u blow up u gotta promise to remember me

ynuser: imma act like i dont know no body

friend5: i need the exact prayer you said to get this babes

ynuser: LOL will text it to you asap 😌

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a/n: thanks for reading!!!! if you like maybe will do a part 2 but who is to say. 3 POSTS IN 3 DAYS IM ON A ROLLLLLLLLL CLEARING OUT THEM DRAFTS LFG

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ME BEING DIABOLICAL AND SAYING THE WRONG NAME ON PURPOSE FOR ATTENTION

★ pov: moaning the wrong name during sex - not proofread

"You’ve lost your fuckin’ mind, huuh?" He drawls out in that raspy baritone that makes your cunt throb addictively around the thick shaft of his angered cock.

The veins decorating his dick bulk in a rush of aggravation at the way your lips fixed themself to utter the name of someone that isn’t the man fucking you to tears right now. He’s already got a hand clasped around your throat and he’s been fucking you from behind for a while now but after you got this audacity to moan some shit that wasn’t his name, Sukuna’s manhandling you down against the sheets roughly and repositioning.

His legs maneuver to straddle yours and he’s got you laying flat on the bed now as he drags his heavy cock out of you for a second, hissing at the slick string of filth hanging between your pussy and his leaking blushed tip.

“Dumb whore,” Sukuna heaves, big hands gripping at the fats of your ass and spreading you nice and open for him just to make sure he’s not going insane because he’s pretty sure he’s the one who just came inside you… not whoever the fuck you’d been moaning for a few seconds ago.

So as he watches this mess of cum dribble out of you in filthy globs, he smirks. For a small moment, his irritation is replaced with this genuine satisfaction. But when you let out a whine, he’s reminded why he changed positions in the first place. “Cock always has you actin’ so fuckin’ stupid. Hmph…” He chuffs, eyeing his cum gather in between the skin of your thighs. 

Then he moves one of his hands to the base of his dick, aligning himself against your twitching hole again. “And now look at her,” He scoffs and tips his head to the side—watching in awe at that rhythmic quiver of your pussy, simply aching for him to fill you once again. “Missin’ me already and I only just pulled out…” Your boyfriend only teases you further as he leans his large body forward to whisper against the shell of your ear hotly, “What a needy lil’ slut,” He whispers searingly, “S’selfish too, moaning someone else’s name while I’m fucking you.”

You angle your head just right so that you can meet his gaze and he’s so clearly annoyed, maroon eyes all dark and low on you, his lips stretched downwards into this grumpy frown, and his brows knit together slightly. “I-I didn’t mean to, ‘Kuna,” You try to plead with him with that usual glassy-eyed look and pout combo you give him but you know damn well you’d said someone else’s name on purpose just to get a reaction out of your easily aggravated boyfriend. 

He huffs. “Oh? Say that again.” And just as those words leave his hot mouth, his fat cock is nudging in between your sopping folds again with a slow push of his toned hips.

“I didn’t m-mean to,” Your voice practically dies in your throat as he slips into you in this new position—prone bone. You swear you can feel his cock stretching your walls further apart than before, his girth suddenly feeling ten times thicker and causing your lashes to flutter.

Sukuna grouses, “Word for word, girl.”

And he’s still pushing into you, his cock hot against your droopy cunt as you spaz around him. “I didn’t mean to, ‘Kuna,” With a heightened pitched that makes his heart flip in his chest, Sukuna smirks at the change in your tone.

“Mh.” He hums, easing his hips back slower than he’d been pushing them forward, “One more time.” This man is gonna be the death of you…

“I-I didn’t—hnngh..” Your sentence comes out short as he gives you one mean thrust, sharp pelvis sandwiching against the plump fat of your ass and his cock sloppily kissing the very hilt of your pussy. For a moment, you lay there with your jaw slack, fingers curling into the sheets, and another breathy excuse of a moan leaving your lips. “M-Mean to S’kuna,“ You choke out with a drop of your head into the sheets.

Your boyfriend cracks a full smile at that and your overstimulated display. With a tip of his head, he snakes a hand under your limp body and his touch finds purchase right against his cock bulging against your skin. Then he leans down to your ear again, which applies this overwhelming pressure onto both your body and where his cock is nuzzled inside you. “What was that last part?” He whispers.

Drool leaks from the corner of your parted lips and you reply with a moan, “Sukuna…”

Still right against your ear, “Again, louder this time, woman.” He instructs, dragging his hips back again before fucking you nice and tortuously slow—making you feel every single throbbing inch of his cock as he stuffs you over and over.

“Oh fuck—Sukuna-, hahh…” You babble in between his movements. You can hardly think with how full of him you feel. Even with the slightest squeeze your cunt makes around him, it only gets worse for you. He’s everywhere with a hand on your lower stomach, making sure you feel how deep he’s getting, his lips against your ear, and his hips pressed right against your ass.

He’s hardly allowing you a moment to breathe or process.

“Mhmm, what’s my name? Say it again, lemme see.” He huffs, snaking his other hand to your chin just to tip your head back. 

As your eyes land on his expression, you notice how pissed he looks, despite the slight softness in his recent words. Drooling still, eyes all wide ‘n glossy, you let out a heavy puff of air in a pathetic attempt to catch your breath. “Sukunaa,” You whine, the syllables flowing from your mouth just as smoothly as your orgasm begins to gush out around his dick.

Your boyfriend smiles, almost as if he were proud. “Uhuh, that’s it.” Then, his head tilts to the side a bit more and he leans down further just to lap up the slick mess trickling down your chin. Lips moving over your wet skin as he whispers deeply, “Who’s cock are you cummin’ all over right now?”

Sukuna takes things a step further and begins to flick two thick fingers over your clit to coax you through that abrupt orgasm of yours—adoring the desperate spasm and twitch of your body that follows his touch. 

Your jaw falls further open and your fingers claw at the bedsheet below, “Ohmygod… Y-Yours, Sukuna, yours.” You gasp, suppressing a filthy choke in your throat just before his hand shifts.

“That’s what the hell I thought. Now open that pretty mouth f’me,” Sukuna instructs, his fingertips prodding at your pouty lips. It’s slow but you part your lips open for him and even push your head forward just to take his digits into your mouth. “Uhuh, suck on ‘em juuust like that. Now you can’t say anymore stupid shit, jus’ sit there and take this dick the way you’re supposed to.”

[kunawned]

﹙ ᰔ ﹚. . nerd gojo in his glasses ❤︎ !

18+. fem!reader. cunnilingus.

satoru is the hottest, most sexiest nerd you've ever seen. despite his quirky attitude and an annoying amount of knowledge on digimon — whatever that is — he's an actual sweetheart. sure, he can be quite cocky when it comes to physics or about anime, constantly showing off how much he knows about everything to do with those matters and how nobody else holds a candle to him.

and yet, he's the sweetest man you've ever dated, making you feel like the most special woman alive and spoiling you with whatever you ask for. and underneath those baggy pants and hoodies, he's got washboard abs and muscles that ripple so sexily every time he moves.

god, your panties soak at the thought.

what gets your panties even wetter is when you see him in those glasses of his — which is pretty much all the time. the way he pushes them up while he concentrates on his work; the way they slide down the bridge of his nose; the way they sit so prettily on his face — it always takes you great restraint to hold yourself from just pushing him down on the bed and riding his sexy face.

unfortunately, satoru has always felt insecure about his glasses. he has shared with you that when he was younger, boys in his class had fun of him for it so you do understand why he feels that way. but god, you wish he could see just how delectable he looks when wearing them on and how much it turns you on.

and that's exactly what you decide to do today.

satoru is trailing a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses from your lips down your chest until he reaches your already soaked core. there's a tiny stain on your panties which he gently traces with his finger as he pushes them to the side. for a few seconds, he merely just stares at your slick folds, pupils dilated and cock throbbing inside his boxers.

"so pretty," he murmurs, mostly to himself as he hooks his fingers on the waistband of your panties and slides them off you before flinging it across the room. he's just about to take off his glasses as he always does when you grab his wrist and gingerly shake your head.

"keep 'em on," you say, pushing them back on to the bridge of his nose. "please." and when you say it so sweetly like that, who is he to deny you?

you can see his hesitancy — that flicker of uncertainty in his eyes and the way his cheeks twinge a soft pink hue. you smile at him reassuringly, wriggling your body closer towards him and placing your legs over his shoulders. he's trapped in between your legs, large hands squeezing the supple skin. he takes in a deep breath before diving in to ravage on your puffy, sweet folds.

it's almost pathetic how close you are already.

he's sopping and slurping on your candied slick like he's been starved for days, prodding his tongue in to get an ever better taste. he kisses and sucks on your clit just the way you like it, flicking it over every now and then which has you arching your back off the bed.

but what's getting you most is how hot he looks with those glasses as he eats you out. they're perched right on his nose, sometimes sliding down yet his pace never falters. he simply pushes his face further into your syrupy cunt to push them back up, making them even foggier than before yet he hardly cares.

"so sweet," he grumbles, suckling on your slick folds, hands bruising the sides of your thighs. all you can do is whimper out his name, wanton moans and cries following after. you can feel him moan into your cunt, the vibrations making you squirm beneath him.

what tips you over the edge is when you open your eyes to look down at him, where you notice that his glasses have slid down once more and you see his puppy-like eyes peering up at you. needy and desperate. the sight makes that coil in your tummy get tighter and tighter until it's just begging to be snapped — "'m cumming, 'm cumming, 'm cumming toru!," you whine, rolling your hips against his tongue to reach your high.

finally that coil snaps! and your entire body trembles as your orgasm washes over you, satoru continuing to lap at your sweet, sweet cunt to get every last bit of you. he then pops his mouth off of you and you can see the remnants of yourself coating his pretty pink lips.

he brings himself up, taking off his glasses to wipe them on the fabric of his tee before wearing them. his eyes wander over your body — adorably writhing before him, his painfully hard cock straining against his boxers. "shit," he chuckles softly, fingers delicately tracing your outer thighs. "maybe... i should wear my glasses more often hm?"

[muruffin]

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[igarisol]

heart symbols 🧷 ♥︎

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♡⃝ ‎۪ᩍ ♥︎ ♡ﾟ ෆ

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♡̸ 𓆩♡𓆪 ♡⃘

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