#a fucking ✨MASTERPIECE ✨

[whereismyhat5678]

I had a clear vision with this one.

I did NOT need to spend that much time on this BUT DAMN IT IT’S FUNNY-

Context: Peppino was annoying the fuck outta’ him and it got so bad he wanted to take him home.

He was done with his bullshit- 💀

[11oh1]

Either I live in Bad Bunny’s head or… cus I knew for this album, he was not gonna perform outside of PR 🙂‍↕️👏🏽

[theflyingfeeling]

💖 it's here, it's pink, it's sparkly, and full of fluff 💖

Hiiiiii and welcome to witness my attempt at an Olli/Allu Advent Calendar, in which I'll give you ~a cute little something~ about these two idiots in love almost every day until December 24! My plan is to use prompts from this list to either write a fic based on the prompt or just some good ol' delulu thoughts if all else fails. I cannot guarantee there'll be a post literally every day, but I'm really excited to try this out and I thank you for your support along the way in advance 💝

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For December 1, the prompt list is titled One True Pairing Moments, and the prompt I chose was 'calling just to hear their voice' 🥺 You can read the fic below, I hope you like it <3

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PS. Even though this is an advent calendar of sorts, I'm not planning on making this particularly Christmassy. I hope no one minds terribly!

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Falling for Aleksi had, in a way, sneaked up on Olli, at least if he fooled himself a little. He could pretend he didn’t feel any different about the man than he did about, say, Joonas or Tommi, but that strategy only worked for so long – that is to say, approximately until Aleksi as much as smiled softly at him from across a room or bumped his shoulder into his jovially when walking down the street and Olli would feel his breath getting caught in his throat or stumble in his words, his tongue tangled like shoelaces, which was so unlike him as well and frustrated him to no end. It really took a special kind of fool to not only develop some level of feelings for a friend, a colleague, a bandmate for Christ’s sake, but also become so hopelessly enamored with him that you rolled awake in bed in the dead of night, grabbing your phone and tossing it back on the nightstand again and again because you couldn’t decide whether or not you should, on some erratic 2 o’clock impulse, call him to let him know he was the very reason for your insomnia. 

Turning on his back, Olli groaned (only a little desperately) as he remembered losing himself in the lingering hug they had shared just before the arrivals lobby at the airport, inhaling Aleksi’s scent and wishing they wouldn’t have to go home just yet, even if Olli was more than ready to finally sleep in his own bed again. Ironically, ever since they had returned home from tour, Olli had spent night after sleepless night missing Aleksi terribly: his stupid jokes and playful banter that bordered on being flirtatious if Olli allowed himself the benefit of delusion; his quick, subtle smiles that probably meant nothing; his little touches Olli hoped meant something; his smell and his touch and the softness of his hair at the back of his neck, compared to which the blanket Olli was grasping in his fist was like sandpaper. (How he had come to know of the qualities of Aleksi’s hair in such detail, he preferred not to dwell on too much to save himself from the heartache, so let’s just leave it at ‘stressful, emotional week far away from home’ and ‘a little too much to drink’).

Above all, Olli missed Aleksi’s voice. He hadn’t even thought that was possible, until the other morning when Olli had woken up to a voice message Aleksi had left just hours earlier, rambling about a song idea he had gotten in the middle of the night – something he did from time to time – and Olli had spent the next several minutes replaying it over and over again as he had lied in bed procrastinating getting up and and instead closing his eyes to better imagine Aleksi lying there beside him, turned on his side to face Olli, talking to him sleepily like they often did when they shared a room on tour and were just too lazy to join others at breakfast. Much like the hug at the airport, Olli wished those moments would have lasted way longer than they did, often ending abruptly when either of their phones would go off with Santeri’s name on the screen, a passive-aggressive interruption to the soft, low tone of Aleksi’s early-morning thoughts. (Sometimes, when Olli was lucky enough, he had been blessed with the bliss of feeling the light touch of a fingertip tracing along his collarbone, cut short just as frustratingly by their well-meaning tour manager politely enquiring whether the two of them had plans of dragging themselves downstairs for some toast and coffee, or if they’d rather starve until lunchtime, for which he wasn’t at all sure they’d even have time that day.)

The lovesick idiot that he was, his thumb hovered over the ‘play’ button of Aleksi’s voice message, probably for the millionth time that week. The chest-carving hesitation turned into a heart flip when he noticed Aleksi was online.

Then Aleksi began to type, and Olli held his breath the entire time until a new message appeared in the thread, anticipation holding him by his throat.

You awake?

Olli exhaled and typed his affirmative reply, leaving out the reason why.

He blinked at the screen, waiting for Aleksi to ask him a random question that clearly couldn’t wait until morning, or perhaps talk about something related to another late-night Twitch stream (from what Olli had gathered, Aleksi had been doing a lot of those recently, and with his last remaining braincell Olli had managed to resist the temptation to watch every single one of them, because he knew that if he did, it would only dig his grave of pining and longing deeper, seeing Aleksi smile and giggle about but not being able to do that with him or snuggle up next to him when he was wearing that flannel Olli often used as a blanket in the tour bus). But instead of another text appearing on the screen, Olli’s phone began to vibrate in his hand, and it took him an embarrassingly long while to understand it was because Aleksi was calling him. 

“Hi,” he sighed when he finally collected himself enough to speak. He prayed he’d be able to hear what Aleksi was going to say from the thumping heartbeat echoing in his ears.

“Hi,” a soft voice said. “Sorry, I know it’s late…”

“No, not at all,” Olli hurried to say, “I mean, I wasn’t sleeping. Not even close, actually.” Part of him hoped Aleksi wouldn’t ask about it, but in some foolhardy way the possibility intrigued him. 

Nothing much, he would have likely said anyway, but what would happen if he told Aleksi how it really was? That he squeezed his pillow imagining it was him instead, or wailed into it because something had reminded him of a moment-that-was-probably-not-a-Moment™ they had shared? What would Aleksi say if he knew Olli sometimes touched himself the way Aleksi had touched him That One Night they never talked about? The only obstacle between Olli and that knowledge was a bottomless ocean of cold sweat and cowardice, and Olli had never been a great swimmer.

“So, ummm…,” Olli said when Aleksi’s end stayed silent. “What’s up?”

A short breath of laughter sounded through the phone line.

“Honestly? I don’t know, I… It’s just been a… weird week, I guess.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, like… my head’s just been so full of… everything and… I’ve been so busy and kinda tense and… fuck, this is going to sound crazy,” Aleksi laughed that brief laugh again, although to Olli it didn’t sound particularly cheerful. Tired, more like. Strained, somehow. Not sad, but definitely a little troubled, and Olli intended to find out why.

“I’m all for crazy, you know.” Olli hoped his sorry attempt to lighten Aleksi’s mood would work, and so he smiled in relief when he heard Aleksi chuckle at his comment.

“I know,” Aleksi said softly, in that tone of voice that had Olli melt against his bedsheets. “So yeah, it’s been a rough week, but… in between all that stupid shit, I’ve been thinking a lot about… umm… well, the tour and– and… about you, for some reason,” (the troubled laugh made its return) “and… yeah. That’s sort of helped me a lot recently.”

Olli listened to the words carefully, not fully believing what he was hearing, yet clinging on to them until they were all but swirling around in his otherwise empty head like dry leaves in October wind.

“And tonight I just couldn’t fucking sleep for some reason and nothing I did seemed to help and so I thought I’d call you. And I’m–” If it hadn’t been dead silent otherwise, Olli wouldn’t have heard the shaky breath Aleksi paused to take, “I’m sorry I’m calling you at this hour and bothering you with this all but I guess I just… wanted to hear your voice. To see if that would help.”

“Does it?” Olli asked. Aleksi’s confession had made him clasp his blanket close to his chest, as if that would do anything about his rapidly beating heart.

“Yeah. It does. So maybe just… keep talking?”

Despite his mind living a life of its own, completely unfit to form a single coherent thought, for Aleksi’s sake Olli tried his best to think of something to say, but everything he came up with was something he was not ready to tell him quite yet. 

“Uuummmm…” he said to buy himself some time, but while he waited for his useless brain and mouth to form any actual words, Aleksi spoke again.

“Fuck, I’m– I’m sorry, this is too weird, I shouldn’t have– I’ll let you go back to–”

“I miss you,” Olli blurted before Aleksi would hang up on him. He squeezed his eyes shut when Aleksi went silent, too silent for too long for it to mean any good.

The line stayed open, however, which Olli took as a positive sign, even if the seconds during which all Olli could hear was Aleksi's quiet breathing seemed endless.

“And I you,” Aleksi finally replied. “A little too much, probably, or at least that’s what it feels like,” he chuckled. Olli almost missed the quiet sniff that followed.

He had to steel himself for his next question.

“What do you mean?”

“Just… forget it.” Aleksi said quietly. Contrary to Aleksi’s request, Olli knew he was going to all but ‘forget it’ for the next 3-5 business days; mentally he booked all his evenings as well as most of his mornings and noons for pondering what exactly had been in Aleksi’s mind in that moment or why he had sounded so sombre, almost disappointed. He’d probably never come to any satisfactory conclusion about it though, at least not without a little help from Aleksi himself. 

A ridiculous idea popped into his head, and before he could stop himself, the words flooded out of his mouth.

“Do you wanna come over some time? To hang out? When your schedule’s a little less tight, I mean.” He sucked on his lips and closed his eyes as he waited for Aleksi’s answer, ready to hang up the moment he’d decline the offer on some obvious and logical reason for why Aleksi couldn’t possibly make nor want to take a trip to the north to see him, such as ‘didn’t we just spend over two months on the road together?’ or ‘damn, buddy, I miss you alright but not quite that much, I’ve done enough sitting in public transportation for one year, thank you very much lol’ or ‘what about Rilla?’

“You could take Rilla with you, you know.” Olli hurried to say, just in case, the deranged part of his brain thinking there might be a chance Aleksi might be at least considering it.

“Oh! Well, umm… I actually might have time next week? If– if you’re actually being serious about this.”

Funny you should ask, Aleksi; I’ve actually never been more serious about anything in my entire life than I am about having you here with me so that I can hold you and be held by you and see your face when I wake up in the morning and say goodnight to your annoyingly cute face instead of via text message and maybe, if the stars are in position and the northern wind won’t discourage me too much, I might actually be brave enough to torment you with the knowledge of just how miserable I’ve been since we last saw each other.

“I think it would be cool,” he said, because he had a feeling what he wanted to say would’ve been a tad too much and sudden. “I mean, if you’re up for it, of course. I understand if you can’t make it though, I know you have all those side projects.”

“No, I think it might actually do me some good to get out of the capital area for change.” Then there was a muffled ‘ouch’, followed by a laugh that sounded much brighter than any of the other ones Olli had heard from Aleksi that night. “Sorry, correction, it might do us some good. Rilla just told me she’s most definitely coming too. Rilla, stop nibbling on my toes!”

Olli smiled tiredly at the mental image that was painted in his mind of Aleksi and Rilla cuddling in bed, both minding their own business from what it seemed while still minding each other as well, very much indeed.

“I’ll be sure to set up a bed for her in the guest room.”

“The guest room? Do you not know her at all? If she’s not getting the master bedroom, she’ll ruin all your rugs and most of your shoes. Probably also gossip about you to all the neighbourhood dogs. And she’s brutal.”

Olli held his stomach as he laughed, tears almost forming in the corners of his eyes. In his defence, it was late and he was finally becoming tired, thus too far gone to help himself, let alone feel embarrassed about being in stitches about something Aleksi had said that was only mildly amusing. (It wasn’t the first time that had happened either, and likely not the last time.)

“So yeah, ummm, I can take a look at some flight options for next week and let you know, alright? I’m gonna let you sleep now and… I should get some myself too.”

Olli wanted to tell Aleksi he’d love to stay up chatting until dawn, but the yawn he let out when he opened his mouth to speak implied Aleksi had a point.

“Yeah, let me know. And… thanks for calling, I… you have no idea how much I needed this tonight.”

That was as close to a confession as Olli was able to get as of now.

“Probably not half as much as I did.”

Olli chuckled at Aleksi’s response, mostly to hide his own agony.

If only you knew. If only I knew how to tell you.

It didn’t take long for Olli to doze off after they hung up, and when he woke up to the kids from next door having a snowball fight under his window in the morning, he noticed new messages from Aleksi, sent half an hour after their phone call had ended, complete with screen captions of airplane schedules.

Would these days work for you? I might be free all week actually 😇

Olli cuddled into his pillow while typing his reply, hoping it wouldn’t wake up Aleksi.

yeah I’m free as well. I’ll pick you two up from the airport 🖤

From then on, Olli started counting the days until he’d see Aleksi again.

[avocado-writing]

Hi Avo! Could you please consider writing a protective poly logan and wade x reader? Maybe something happens they weren’t there but when they show up deadpool is distracting/comforting the reader and logan is going ham on the enemy. ploy or separate is up to you!

Just a thought! Enjoying your work as always! ✨anon

deadpool: look how I spell it “grey” because the writer is english! Crazy logan: what?

It’s Logan who sweeps you up. You know it is, because he’s a solid wall of a man under your hands where you’ve buried into him. His chest is warm and reassuring; you focus on it, trying to ground yourself even though you can taste your pulse thrumming in terror.

“It’s okay, baby. We’ve got you,” he mutters under his breath, a growl in your ear, a tender little secret of his softness shared between the two of you. 

It had all been so sudden. You’d been taking the shortcut home after going shopping for tonight’s dinner when you’d felt someone grab you. Tomatoes had rolled across the ground, cans denting loudly as they fell, and you’d been dragged towards the back of the van as your captors loudly discussed if they had the right person. They said something about you fucking two mutants, and the bile with which they had spat it chilled you. 

You’d been certain you were going to die. Cold fear flooded you, your eyes squeezed closed tight. Please, don’t let Logan and Wade find my body. They won’t be able to take it. If these guys are gonna kill me, let me just disappear. 

Then again, that was before the claws came through the metal of the roof and all hell had broken loose. Guns went off and you screamed, unsure if they were Wade’s or not - but strong arms had picked you up and hauled you to safety. 

You feel yourself being passed to someone else, Logan pushing you into Wade’s grip and giving him strict instructions to look after you, then he’s gone. The sounds of violence continue and, without thinking, you turn to look. 

“Oh, no, honey, you don't need to see that. That’s just… plain disgusting,” says Wade, grimacing, “even looking at this mess is better than seeing what Peanut’s doing to those guys.”

Upon the word ‘mess’, he gestures to himself. Despite your heart hammering against your ribs, you reach up to press your hand against his cheek. 

“Don’t talk about yourself like that, Wade. You came to save me.”

A flit of confusion crosses his face, knocking his usual bravado. 

“You thought we’d just let them bundle you into their ‘not allowed within five hundred feet of schools’ van and disappear? Give us some credit. We’re not white knights, but we’re at least, y’know, morally grey knights.”

He says this to make you laugh, and it works. You’re distracted as the sounds of screams literally die out and Logan stalks back over. You see him removing his jacket to hide the blood on it from you. It’s still spread across his knuckles, though, a masterpiece of the revenge he just enacted. 

“Don’t worry about them. They won’t be bothering you again,” he says with an air of finality. His hand raises to cup your face, so gentle with you, such a contrast to moments before. His voice is laced with a tenderness when he asks, “you doing okay?”

You nod. Yeah. With them here, you are doing okay. 

“Thanks,” you manage, shakily, adrenaline leaving your body to give way to fat, rolling tears of relief. Not missing a beat, Wade looks Logan up and down. 

“Hey, there’s still some viscera on your shirt, Peanut. Maybe you should take that off, too?”

“Watch it, bub,” he growls, but you can tell his heart isn’t really in it. They’re both just thankful that you’re safe. 

Your heroes, both of them. Morally grey or otherwise.

[dolene]

GET BACK ON TRACK ; charles leclerc x reader

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✩｡°𝄞📹 COVERGIRL 𝄞°✨｡✩

╝ one-shot ╔

╰₊ 𓂂➢ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

╰₊ 𓂂➢ genre: idol x model au, smut

╰₊ 𓂂➢ warn!ngs: unprotected sex, cumming inside, back shots, orgasm denial (kind of), oral !female receiving, slight pain (in beginning), big dick!jungkook, (let me know if there’s more please!)

╰₊ 𓂂➢ summary: you are the cover girl for jungkook’s upcoming clothing line, JJK. said man, just can’t keep his eyes off of you as you model his designs.

╰₊ 𓂂➢ word count: 3.7k

You almost break your fucking neck trying to pose in the six inch pumps you have on—

in front of all of these cameras, in front of all of these people, in front of him. But of course, like the boss ass, talented, flawless model you are, you stay on your ten toes. Falling into another pristine pose matter of fact.

The photographers take their photos of you and the staff on the sides of the room doesn’t shy away from shouting praises at you. You slickly slide your hands into the back pockets of the denim miniskirt that barely covered the curve of your round ass. Back facing the camera, as you turned your upper body to eye it.

A large quantity of “ooh’s” and “aah’s” echoes through the brightly lit room once everyone gets a glimpse of your immaculate figure.

Your eyes couldn’t help but fall on the built individual standing low-key in the corner. He’s been eying you for the past half hour since you stepped out of the dressing room with this outfit. Truth be told, this man has been staring you down since you took his place in front of the cameras. He’s only now mentally undressing you. (not that your current outfit left much to the imagination).

You’re sporting a black tie that hangs over the skimpy white laced bra that’s clutched your chest, hanging on for dear life. On your feet are a pair of plain black pumps and of course— the main piece.

That denim miniskirt you’re wearing. ‘JJK’ initials embroidered on the back pockets, the sides are laced together with black ribbon, and it’s just long enough to walk in— short enough to the point you’d be flashing someone if you bent over the slightest bit.

If he could suck his own dick for making such a masterpiece, he would. But Jungkook would much rather you do it instead, because damn… did you look absolutely heaven sent. ‘Second to none,’ he thought as he watched you from the corner of the room.

Jungkook knew that choosing you as the covergirl for his new line was the perfect idea. He fought for it, fought for you. Having a black woman as the cover model of the Jeon Jungkook’s brand new fashion line wasn’t something the board wanted to approve.

Other than the fact you are black, you’re a fairly new up and coming model, leaving you very little experience. Jungkook discovered your instagram account just a few months before he completed his line. At first glance he knew you were something special. Different from all of the slim, long legged, fair skinned Korean women his team had continuously suggested. There was absolutely nothing wrong with those women— at all.

But Jungkook was looking for something else, something new, fresh, something natural. As an idol, he naturally falls into a clean, pure and innocent category. Despite being a grown ass man. Jungkook desperately is clawing to get out of that box. He wanted to prove it and expose the mature side of him through this fashion line. So no, Jungkook didn’t want a put together woman, or a pretty princess, or even a grunge queen. He wanted a natural sex symbol.

The perfectionist that Jungkook is, he never fails to second guess all of his actions and choices. But you, no— he knew that he needed you.

Needed you to wear his designs, needed you to be his covergirl, needed you all up in his face… amongst other things.

To which you were more than excited to do. Like, be serious! It’s Jeon Jungkook. The man with the mouth watering sleeve of tattoos, toe curling wavy mullet, the gut turning physique.

When his team reached out to you, you were more than ecstatic. You wondered how god had seemingly blessed you with the opportunity to model for the a-list idol.

You’re a huge fan of Jungkook’s music, listening to his panty dropping vocals daily. So the fact that you’re actually modeling for him and the fact that he’s currently staring you down like he wants you to be his last meal has you shaking in your six inch pumps. The unwavering tension between the two of you goes unnoticed by the others in the room.

But the way your smooth brown thighs clenches together definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook… neither does the way Jungkook is holding that clip board over his crotch go unnoticed for you.

Shit. You desperately needed for someone to just—

“That’s a wrap!” You hear someone yell and you let out a sigh of relief. Quickly bowing and spreading “thank you’s” to the staff that approached to compliment you.

You make your way back into your dressing room in the back of the studio. First thing you do is take off the tight tie around your neck, then the pumps off of your feet, exhaling in relief when your feet meet the ground.

There’s still an uncomfortable feeling in between the thick of your thighs. Damn, he really got you all worked up… more than you had realized it seems. You slip the soaked laced thong that matches your white laced bra down your legs and it gets flung into the waste bin. Leaving you naked under the famous miniskirt you still have on.

You distract yourself with the gorgeous sight you see in the mirror, then a light knocking hits your door. Before you could even say “come in,” in walks the finest man you have ever laid eyes on… and the reason why your favorite laced thong is in the trash.

“Hey,” he whispers to which you slightly raise a brow. Because yes, he’s fine as hell but at the same time, who told him he could enter? “Sorry for barging in. I didn’t want anyone to see me near your dressing room.” You nod your head understandingly. That would be a nightmare if anyone saw the two of you interacting and decided to go yapping about it.

Which is why this just so happens to be you and Jungkook’s first interaction. How low of you to get turned on before a proper conversation.

“Then again, I couldn’t leave without speaking to you first.” He smiled softly at you, part of his cute bunny toothed smile beamed in your eyes and the butterflies in your stomach start doing flips.

You return the smile. “Yeah, I guess that would be a bit odd. Ya know, since I’m your covergirl or whatever.” He’s intrigued by your wording. Of course, you are his cover girl, Jungkook knows that. But the way you said it just now sounded so fucking sexy to Jungkook.

“My covergirl?” He sing as he leans his shoulder on the wall. Nodding your head, butt pressed against the vanity behind you— confidently. Because the sexual tension between the two of you couldn’t even be cut by a knife. “Yeah, that’s usually what people call it. I think it’s funny how this is my first time speaking to my employer. Scared of me?” You test. Jungkook’s eyebrows flick up at your ‘sass’.

“Your employer?” You actually let out a little chuckle this time. “Are you gonna keep repeating everything I say?” You sarcastically ask before slickly eying him up and down. The white, short sleeved crew neck he has clinging onto all of his muscles and the exposure of his tatted right arm has tears rolling down your thighs. And the black cargo pants that are swallowing his tiny waste makes you bite your bottom lip. But we must stay focused!

“No, just a little intrigued.” He says, pushing himself off of the wall. “And no. I’m not scared of you. Just figured I’d keep my distance.” He trails off his sentence as you boost yourself up to sit on the white vanity behind you. The miniskirt rides up your thighs even more (if that’s even possible), your thighs press against the vanity top makes them look even more attractive and edible to the man standing in front of you— he almost forgets why he came in here in the first place.

“Why’d you figure that?” You tilt your head to the side innocently. But absolutely nothing is innocent about it. You are purposely teasing him— in attempts to seduce him. See if the good boy, ‘youngest’ is as good as people say he is.

Ask and you shall receive, because Jungkook is once again picturing you without that skimpy laced bra and with your legs wide open. The thought has him hard as a rock underneath his baggy cargo pants.

“Wanted to keep things professional.” He forces out. The underlying message doesn’t go over your head but you choose to ignore it. “So what are you doing here now?” With that, Jungkook lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Stepping away from the wall, he makes his way closer to the large white vanity you’re sitting on.

“I just wanted to compliment you on the amazing performance you did today. Everything went smoothly and it’s been a great week.” He says genuinely and you gladly take the compliment, letting out a small “thank you”— to which he battles.

“No, thank you. You really made this whole thing come to life so really, thank you.” You smile from ear to ear at his sincerity, feeling overwhelmingly gratified and proud… and still wet.

“Well your designs are amazing so you should have majority of the credit— by the way, can I keep this!” Asking, pointing to the miniskirt that hugs your hips. Jungkook’s tongue slides out of his mouth, wetting his lips, slightly playing with his lip ring.

“Of course, it’s all yours. Can’t think of anyone who’d wear it better than you do anyways.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. He didn’t even mean to flirt he just said what he was thinking and it remains true. You are the sexiest woman Jungkook has laid eyes on. And if he doesn’t get out of this dressing room right now, his balls might explode.

But in the midst of the internal war Jungkook’s facing, you hum. “Is that why you kept staring at me all day? At first I thought you regretted your decision.” You say and before you could continue your overly sarcastic remarks he interrupts with the rapid shaking of his head.

“I could never regret choosing you.” Your heart dropped to your ass at his words and you’re scared if you move the wrong way the arousal between your thighs (that has been lathered onto the vanity) may drip onto the floor. Without saying much else, he doesn’t let his nerves stop him from stepping closer to you— nearly in between your legs.

He places his hand beside yours that rests on top of the vanity. Slowly his hand intertwines with yours. His touch so soft; the hair on your neck stands tall. His eyes glazing over your plumped lips, layered in lip gloss that shined under the light

“You’re perfect,” is the last thing he says before his lips slowly meet yours.

You could hear angles singing from close range as you finally snag the taste of his lips. His lip ring tickles your lip, sending a shiver down your spine. A soft moan escapes your mouth and Jungkook feels like he just won the lottery.

His tatted hand glides up your thigh, basking in the feeling of your soft brown skin under his touch. He gently caress your naked thighs, spreading them apart to properly stand in between them.

You let out a little huff as you feel him licking and leaving open mouth kisses against your jawline. “From the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he says in between kisses and you feel his breath on your neck, making your clit pulse. “I knew you were perfect.”

You pull your lips away to look at him. The heavy breathing fills the dressing room as the two of you look into each other’s eyes, the similar look of need in both of your eyes.

You slide your hands up Jungkook’s torso, to his broad shoulders, resting them on his neck. Pulling him down closer to you, you say, “Touch me.”

Which was all Jungkook needed to hear before attacking your lips again, your hand wrapped around his shoulders as you slightly grind into his clothed member. You could feel the bulge through his pants, exciting you even more.

“Oh my god— Jungkook.” You whine when he bites at your neck. His hands move to your chest, caressing your boobs through the fabric of the bra you still had on. Until he unfastens it, sliding the bra down your arms with your help.

His hands worry themselves with the feel of your tits again fitting perfectly under his hold. You bite your bottom lip to hold back the moans from the sensitivity of his fingers pinching your nipples. Within seconds his hands are replaced with his mouth and he sucks and nibbles on your nipples.

Your hips grind faster against his hard-on. “Jungkook, I need you.” You whimper impatiently. He removes his mouth from your chest, giving you a quick peck on the lips before smirking down at you which takes you for a whirl. Taking a step back he looks down in between the close proximity of you two.

He spreads your thighs father apart to reach down under your miniskirt to find your bare pussy wetter than the Caribbean Sea.

“No panties— are you nuts?” He exclaims with the raise of his eyebrows. “If I would’ve known I was talking to you like this I would’ve bent you over this fucking vanity once I walked in.” He sexily groans against your swollen lips. The heat between your bodies are making you even more needy than usual.

The two of you share breaths as your lips hover over the other’s. You gasp heavily into his mouth as his finger drags down your slippery slit.

He lets out a low groan at the feeling of your slickness and the feeling of his dick growing harder inside of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Making matters worse, you remove your hand from his shoulder to grip the thick bulge between his legs, almost flinching at the size of it. You look up at him with that needy look you have in your eyes that’s driving him up a wall.

“Then do it,” pulling him down to lick up his sharp jawline. “Bend me over and fuck me good.” You whisper into his ear.

Jungkook snaps, he pulls you off of the vanity, pulling you closer to him to taste the sweet taste of your lip gloss again. The kiss is cut short when he spins you around to bend you over the white vanity top, true to his word.

You let out a high pitched gasp as your bare chest hits the vanity top. He stands over your form, hands caressing your thighs, slowly moving up to your plump ass. His hand smacking against your ass echoes throughout the room and Jungkook’s dick twitches at the sight of your ass jiggling.

“So fucking pretty.” He says before crouching down, face all in your cookie. He bites his lips as you spread your legs further apart, desperate for his mouth.

Again, he drags his thumb down your slit and you let out load moan of pleasure from the sensation of his touch. Your hand quickly covers your mouth. “You have to be quiet princess.” The words smoothly passed through his mouth like butter making your knees weak. However, they actually buckle once you feel his tongue swipe through your slick. Your head lowers into your chest to try to keep your composure.

“Mmm,” he moans while licking through your folds, eating your cunt like it’s his favorite meal. “You taste so damn good.” He aggressively spreads your legs wider to attack your pussy with his mouth.

Your legs shake as you fee his tongue going in and out of your hole, his thumb rubbing over your swollen clit. The grip of his hand on your ass doesn’t let up as you squeeze your legs together around his head.

“R—right there! I’m gonna—” Your hole clenches around his tongue as you felt your stomach tightening. Just when you feel yourself releasing, he stops. He pulls away.

“What the fuck.” You curse in frustration. He leans his body over yours, gripping your hair to turn your head to the side. You let out a moan at his roughness.

“You’re too pretty to be cursing, princess.” He says against your lips before attacking them with a wet, sloppy kiss. You push your ass against his dick, needy from the absence of his tongue. You whimper against his mouth.

“You want me to fuck you bad, huh?” He teases, roughly brushing his bulge over your wet folds. He lets out a groan at the feeling. “Yes— mm! Fuck, yes Jungkook. I need your dick inside of me.” Jungkook places one last sloppy kiss on your lips, lets go of the grip on your hair and began unbuttoning his pants.

They instantly falls down to his ankles and he lowers his boxer briefs, letting them fall the his ankles as well, his dick smacking his stomach. You can’t see his length that he pumps in his hand behind you— but god, when he starts thrusting it in between your ass cheeks you can feel it.

It makes you nervous because you didn’t expect him to be so big. But you grow more aroused at the thought of him fucking you silly, wrecking your tight little pussy. He slowly rubs the tip of his dick over your folds, coating his dick with your arousal, layering over his pre-cum. “I hope you’re fine with me going in raw, didn’t really have me fucking you in mind before I came here today.” You nod your head faster than you ever did in your life.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Just p— put it in.” He chuckles at your impatience and without a second thought, he slowly thrusts himself inside of you. Both of your moans fill the room as his dick penetrates your tight hole. You let out a shaky breath as he pulls back, just for him to thrust inside of you again.

The pain of his length ripping through you has your head spinning. As he thrusts again, he bends down over your shaky body to leave a light kiss on your shoulder. “You okay?” He softly asks and you hesitantly nod your head with your eyes shut close. “Y— yeah, just getting used to it. I’m… fine.” With that, he softly leave a kiss on your cheek before lifting back up and thrusting into you again.

He whisper out curses as your tight pussy swallows his dick and he relishes the sight of it.

After a few more thrusts the pain subsides and it is quickly replaced with the feeling of pleasure. Jungkook, wraps his hand under you to caress your tit as he continues to plunge himself deeper into your sex.

“Faster p— please,” you whisper out and you couldn’t even brace yourself for the next thrust. His hard dick hits your spot and your knees give out on you. He holds your waist out with his hands as he continuously abuses your hole. Your bodies jerk forward with each thrust.

“Your pussy feels so good around my dick, _______.” He says and you let out another high moan— hitting notes you’ve never hit before. He roughly grabs your hair again, lifting you up to make your back arch. You can see the both of you through the mirror, you can see him fucking you dirty, the way his eyebrows furrow looking down at the way your cunt swallows his length, the sight gets you even more aroused— if that’s even possible.

He finally looks up at you through the mirror. He sends you a smirk before going absolutely feral. “Hold on for me, princess.” His grip on your hair tightens as he fiercely thrusts into you. Faster, deeper, harder, he is literally blowing your back out. Your eyes squeeze shut and loud screams escape your mouth. The hand gripping your hair quickly covers your mouth to block out the lewd sounds you let out.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening at the fast pace and the constant pounding on your cervix. The feeling grows with Jungkook wrap his free hand over your thigh to rub your clit as he sloppily thrusts into you.

“Cum for me baby.” He says lowly and out of breath as his pace quickens. Your moans are muffled into his hand while he penetrates your cunt and stimulates your clit. “Fuck,” he says as you cum around his length, your legs shaking as Jungkook reaches his high. The sounds of your juices lapping together fills the room and you feel Jungkook’s warm release flow inside of you.

The two of you breathe heavily as Jungkook’s dick rests inside of you. After Jungkook has gotten his composure back, he pulls out, watching as your cunt discharges his cum down your thighs. Quickly pulling his pants up and jogging over to the corner to grab a paper towel, he comes back to clean you with it.

Your body is still limp over the vanity as he does so. “I hope I wasn’t too rough.” He says. You lift up, standing on your own, pulling the miniskirt down over your ass. Shaking your head. “No,” you let out a little chuckle. “That was amazing.”

Your eyes sparkle as they look up at his. He’s almost hypnotized by them, he drops his head to yours, kissing your lips again, his hands on the small of your back. “You have no idea how long I’ve been holding back.” You giggle at him.

“How long?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hand reaches your face, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he basks in your beauty and the feeling of your arms around him.

“Since the day I chose you as my COVERGIRL.”

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Mother’s Day

✨it’s Mother’s Day here in Aus. And the LADs have special plans for you.✨

XAVIER – The moment your eyelids flutter open, Xavier’s weight is already caging you in. “You’ve done enough, darling,” he whispers against your skin. “Today, you don’t move unless I say so. No one else gets your attention..” A soft gasp escapes your lips as he pushes inside you, his grip on your thigh tightening with every inch that sinks deeper into your welcoming cunt. His chest presses firmly against your back. “No one but me…” he whispers dangerously.

CALEB – You blink awake and gasp but not from sunlight, but from Caleb’s mouth between your thighs, his soft morning growl vibrating right through your cunt. “Didn’t wanna waste a second, Mama,” he mumbles, tongue moving torturously slow against your clit. “Fuck pipsqueak, you taste like heaven first thing.” Your hands fist in his hair as he buries his face further against you. Licking, sucking, slurping you up with the enthusiasm of a man dying of thirst.

RAFAYEL – “Be still, my muse…” Rafayel meant to paint you but somewhere between brushstrokes and soft gasps, the oils smear on your chest, your throat and your thighs. He had covered his fingers in paint and made colours disappear in places they shouldn’t be. He hums, voice dropping down low and dangerous. “Every masterpiece deserves a signature… deep inside.”

ZAYNE – with zero restraint and clinical precision Zayne pushes you up against the bathroom counter. Shower running, steam filling up the bathroom, skin dewy and your nightie bunched around your hips. “Don’t act surprised,” he mutters, thrusting hard. Your legs wrapping tightly around his waist, your nails digging into his shoulders. “This is exactly how you got knocked up last time.” You moan his name louder with every unforgiving thrust, “that’s it. Say my name.” He pants in your ear.

SYLUS – You’re in the kitchen licking the maple syrup you got from the wildlife park off your fingers. Kids in the backyard playing around, blissfully unaware of the primal encounter that’s about to occur. Sylus walks in and one look from him and he has you on the counter, legs spread, bottle tipped. He pours the maple syrup between your breasts, down your belly, over your already sweet cunt. He laps it up like a starved man. It’s sticky and his tongue is warm. His long fingers join in, pumping steadily inside you, curling just right. Your fingers gripping the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Kitten. Now let Daddy feast.”

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Sunburnt & Smitten (p2)

Summary: Harry wakes up knowing he majorly fucked up. He has one goal today: make sure you forgive him (and, preferably, forget all about the book he sacrificed to the sea). His tactics start with sweet bribery, escalate to shameless sabotage, and ultimately end with him pleading his case in bed, where he’s much better at holding your attention anyway.

A/N: OMG, besties. I cannot even BEGIN to tell you how much FUN this was to write. Like, truly, who gave Harry the right to be this cocky and hot and impossible to resist?? (Oh, wait. That were @harrywavycurly & me. My bad 😌✨.)

Hope you all enjoyed this absolute masterpiece of unhinged horny behavior. Please like, repost, scream in the comments, and remember: if he’s not buying you books after mind-blowing sex, what is he even doing?

Word Count: 5,5k

Warnings: 

Smut (obviously, babes)

Teasing & power shifts (we love a battle of wills)

Filthy, filthy desperation (you're welcome)

Harry being cocky AF (but also absolutely wrecked)

Bribery via books & vacations (the ultimate love language)

Emotional vulnerability disguised as pillow talk (cry about it)

[part 1]

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Harry wakes up first. And for a brief, beautiful moment, he forgets about his crimes.

The morning sun is already warming the room, spilling golden light through the open balcony doors. The waves are soft, the air smells of salt and citrus, and most importantly you’re still here, tucked beside him in bed. His heart swells at the sight.

But then he notices it.

Your arms are crossed, even in sleep. Lips slightly pursed.

A knot of dread forms in his stomach.

Oh. Right.

He threw your book into the ocean.

Harry grimaces, replaying the crime scene in his head. It had been impulsive. Driven by jealousy and a complete lack of self-preservation. And now, here he is, lying beside you like a man on death row, waiting for the verdict.

Carefully, he shifts onto his side, resting on his elbow as he watches you stir awake.

He needs to fix this. Immediately.

“Morning, angel,” he murmurs, brushing a featherlight kiss to your shoulder. His lips linger, soft and sweet, an offering of peace.

You hum in response. But don’t move closer.

Oh, fuck.

His chest tightens. He’s in real trouble.

Time for damage control: “Operation: Bribe your girlfriend with breakfast.”

Harry moves fast. One second, he’s in bed with you, the next, he’s bolting down the stairs, determined to bribe his way back into your good graces.

Ten minutes later, he returns with a perfectly curated breakfast tray.

Fresh coffee, made exactly how you like it.

Flaky, buttery croissants.

A little bowl of berries, because he knows you like something light in the morning.

And—his pièce de résistance—a single flower he nicked from the villa’s garden.

He softens his footsteps, placing the tray on the bedside table before climbing back into bed.

You’re fully awake now, blinking at him suspiciously as he pulls the covers up, tucking you into the warmth of his chest.

“For you, my love,” he says dramatically, presenting the tray as if offering you the world itself.

He leans in, nuzzling your jaw, voice a syrupy sweet murmur.

“My muse. My heart. The only person I have ever loved.”

Your eyes narrow. “The person whose book you MURDERED?”

He flinches. “Right. That too.”

The Phone Snatching Incident

You exhale sharply, sitting up to grab your coffee. You don’t push him away, but you don’t cuddle into him either. That’s a bad sign.

Still, he waits. Watches. Hopes.

You sip your coffee. Take a bite of the croissant. Even pluck the little flower from the tray, twirling it between your fingers.

Harry holds his breath.

Just as he starts thinking maybe, just maybe, he’s done enough—

You reach for your phone.

His stomach drops.

“What are you doing?” he asks, voice calm but internally panicking.

“Checking if I can get a digital copy of the book you sent to a watery grave,” you reply flatly, eyes on the screen.

Oh, hell no.

Before you can so much as type in the title, Harry snatches your phone away.

“Harry—!”

“Just hear me out, love—”

He rolls onto his back, holding the phone high above his head like a petty, overgrown child. You scramble onto your knees, reaching for it, but he’s got longer arms and zero shame.

“Harry, give it back!” you huff, straddling his waist now, fully prepared to fight him for it.

He smirks. Oh, he likes this position.

“Can’t,” he says, tossing your phone onto the other side of the bed. Far away from your reach.

Your glare could set him on fire.

“Why the fuck not?”

He grins. "Because, angel… I’m much more fun than a book."

Harry may have successfully delayed your vengeful book shopping spree, but you’re persistent and still mad.

So, when he eventually gets up to shower, you stealthily retrieve your phone & ereader, curling up on a lounge chair outside. The private deck overlooks the sparkling blue ocean, but you barely notice it as you quickly download the digital copy of your book.

Victory.

With a smug little smile, you settle in. Sunglasses on. Drink beside you.

Finally.

Peace.

You barely make it two pages before your peace is shattered.

A shadow falls over your screen.

A large, wet, obnoxious shadow.

You glance up.

Harry stands before you, dripping wet, curls plastered to his forehead, wearing only his swim trunks.

Your jaw clenches.

He smirks. “Can’t believe you’re really choosing a book over me, love.”

You sigh heavily, shifting your sunglasses down your nose to glare at him. “I wouldn’t have to if someone hadn’t THROWN MY FIRST COPY INTO THE OCEAN.”

Harry winces theatrically, placing a hand over his heart as if you’ve just stabbed him.

“Oof. Still sore about that, huh?”

Your deadpan stare could strip paint from walls.

He licks his lips, eyes flicking toward your screen. “What’re you reading now?”

“My replacement copy,” you say pointedly, lifting the e-reader so he can see.

Harry snorts. “Oh, so you’re serious about this, then.”

“Dead serious.”

His grin widens.

And suddenly, before you can react, he scoops you up.

You yelp, e-reader slipping from your grasp as he lifts you effortlessly from the lounge chair, one arm under your back, the other beneath your thighs.

“Harry, DON’T YOU DARE—”

Too late.

He tosses you into the pool.

SPLASH.

The water is cool and shocking, knocking the breath from your lungs as you resurface, gasping.

Dripping. Spluttering. FURIOUS.

"YOU MENACE."

Harry, the actual devil, is leaning lazily against the pool’s edge, grinning like he just won an award for Best Boyfriend Ever.

“Had to make sure you were paying attention to me, didn’t I?”

You stare at him. Unblinking. Seething.

You lift a hand and splash a huge wave of water right into his smug fucking face.

He laughs, shaking his head like a wet dog, flinging water everywhere.

You cross your arms. “Buy me the whole fucking series, and I might consider forgiving you.”

Harry tilts his head, pretending to think.

Then he lunges, gripping your waist beneath the water, yanking you into him. Chest to chest. Nose to nose.

"How about I buy you the series," he murmurs, voice low and persuasive, "and you promise to read it to me?"

Your lips part slightly, breath catching at the way his fingers trace slow, teasing circles on your waist.

"Read it to you?"

He nods, lips ghosting against your jaw, trailing wet kisses down your neck.

“Every single word.”

For a brief, fleeting moment, he has you.

His voice is low, warm breath fanning across your damp skin, fingertips tracing slow circles on your waist beneath the water. You feel yourself leaning in, your resolve cracking, just a little.

And then—

Your e-reader, floating pitifully a few feet away, bumps against your arm.

You blink.

Your anger resurfaces instantly.

“Nice try, Styles.” You push a hand against his chest, untangling yourself from his grasp and wading away.

He groans, tipping his head back dramatically. “Oh, come on, angel—”

“Nope.” You snatch the e-reader, wiping water from the screen. “You don’t get to seduce your way out of this. You committed a crime.”

“Bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

You shoot him a glare over your shoulder as you climb out of the pool. “You murdered my book in cold blood.”

Harry grins as he watches you grab a towel, wrapping it around your waist before flopping back onto a lounge chair. “I did you a favor, really. Now you don’t have to waste time on it.”

“Oh, trust me,” you say, lifting your e-reader again, scrolling through your downloaded pages. “I’ll be making up for lost time.”

And just like that—you’re back to reading.

Game. Set. Match.

Or so you think.

Because Harry fucking Styles is nothing if not persistent.

Less than five minutes pass before you hear it.

The long, drawn-out sigh of a man who is deeply, deeply suffering.

You ignore it.

Then, another. Louder.

You shift your sunglasses up, peering over the rim.

Harry is flopped dramatically onto the deck, arms sprawled out, sunglasses perched on his nose, looking for all the world like a tragic poet wasting away on the sands of time.

You blink.

He sighs again.

Louder. More pained.

You press your lips together, willing yourself not to react.

Another sigh.

A groan.

A soft, tortured whimper.

You snap your book shut. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

Harry immediately perks up, but quickly rearranges his face into an expression of pure, unfiltered melancholy.

"It’s just… hard, y’know?" he murmurs, voice thick with existential despair.

You roll your eyes. “What is, exactly?”

He exhales deeply, shifting onto his side, propping his head up on one hand.

“Knowing I’m not enough for you.”

You stare at him.

He sighs again, this time with even more dramatic weight, and throws an arm over his forehead.

Your eyebrow twitches. “Harry.”

“Don’t.” He holds up a hand, eyes still closed behind his sunglasses. “No, really, don’t. Nothing you say can fix this.”

“Oh, for the love of—”

“I’ll just be here.” He gestures weakly to the deck, as if it’s his grave. “Alone. Forgotten. Wishing I was a paperback novel.”

Your jaw drops.

“Harry, are you fucking serious?”

“Shh.” He presses a finger to his lips, as if shushing the wind. “No words. Just let me… waste away.”

You gape at him.

Before you can stop it, a laugh bubbles up.

Because this man is absolutely ridiculous.

He’s pouting beneath his sunglasses, sprawled out like he’s auditioning for a tragic French film, sighing dramatically every few seconds just to make sure you know how deeply, deeply unloved he is.

And it’s so absurd, so childish, so Harry, that you can’t even pretend to be mad anymore.

You set your book down with a sigh, shaking your head.

“Alright, Mr. Clingy. What do you want?”

Instantly, Harry moves.

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you effortlessly onto him, your legs tangling as he buries his face in your neck.

"Want you to pay attention to me.”

His voice is warm, pleading, lips brushing against your skin.

You huff, but your fingers are already sneaking into his curls, combing through the damp strands.

He hums in satisfaction.

You sigh. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

He grins against your shoulder.

And just like that, he wins.

Or at least, he thinks he does.

But you’re still clutching your half-drowned e-reader, your mind half-focused on the chapters you were about to dive into before he decided to ruin your entire day.

And Harry sees it.

The way your gaze flickers, the way your fingers twitch, the way—despite the fact that he is literally wrapped around you—you’re still thinking about that bloody book.

He needs to up his game.

So, he pulls back, just enough to study you, lips pursing.

Then, with a dramatic sigh, he peels himself off you and trudges away.

You blink. “What—”

Without a word, he comes to a halt at the very edge of the deck, standing stiffly with his arms crossed.

He just stands there.

You frown.

He sighs again.

Louder.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

No response.

You sit up, eyeing him. “Harry.”

He shifts his weight, staring out at the ocean, deep in thought.

A slight breeze tousles his curls, his profile bathed in golden light, jaw set, lips pressed together like he’s contemplating the meaning of life.

You narrow your eyes.

Something isn’t right.

He doesn’t look like he’s scheming anymore.

He looks…

Genuinely sad.

“…Harry?”

His shoulders rise, then fall.

And then, he speaks.

"D’you even love me anymore?"

Your mouth falls open.

“What?”

His chin tilts up, sunglasses slipping down his nose as he turns to face you, brows drawn together.

“I mean,” he shrugs, lips pursing, “you barely even looked at me today.”

You stare at him.

He continues, voice quiet now.

“And, I dunno… I just—” He licks his lips, tilting his head. “I just can’t help but think… maybe you love the book more than you love me.”

Your eye twitches.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Am I?” His brows arch, eyes scanning your face.

And for the first time all day, there’s no trace of teasing.

No grin hiding behind his words, no sly amusement in his expression.

He looks…

Heartbroken.

Like a sun-kissed, brokenhearted rockstar who just got his heart trampled on.

Your chest tightens.

Because fuck—Harry might be a menace, and he might be a walking, talking distraction, but…

He’s also yours.

And despite all his ridiculous antics today, despite the drama, the sabotage, the destruction of personal property…

You do love him.

You sigh.

Then, slowly, you set your book aside.

Harry watches you carefully, his expression unreadable as you push yourself up to your feet.

You take a single step toward him.

Then another.

His lips part, but he doesn’t say a word.

And then—

You’re right in front of him.

You cross your arms, tilting your head. “Alright, Mr. Clingy. What do you want?”

For a moment, he just stares.

In an instant, he lunges.

His arms lock around your waist, pulling you in, your feet barely touching the deck as he buries his face in your neck.

You yelp, hands gripping his shoulders to steady yourself.

His voice is warm, muffled against your skin.

“Want you to pay attention to me.”

You exhale, a soft, breathy laugh spilling from your lips.

He tightens his grip, nose nudging against your jaw.

You roll your eyes, but your fingers are already slipping into his curls again, tugging lightly.

And just like that—

He wins. Again.

But this time…

You let him.

You tilt his chin up, brushing your lips against his pout.

Soft. Lingering.

He sighs into it, melting.

And when you pull back, he chases after you, lips grazing yours once more, arms still locked around you.

You laugh, pressing another kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Alright, rockstar.” You smile. “You win.”

His eyes flicker, bright with mischief again.

“Good.”

Then, with zero hesitation—

He picks you up.

You barely have time to gasp before his arms tighten around you, one beneath your thighs, the other braced against your back, his grip possessive, effortless. He doesn’t just carry you inside, he owns every step, moving with the kind of confidence that sends a jolt of heat straight to your core. His body is warm, radiating with that sun-kissed heat, his skin smelling of salt, faded cologne, and the lingering remnants of sunscreen.

"Harry—"

He doesn't let you finish.

The villa is quiet, save for the sound of his footsteps against the wooden floorboards. Outside, the ocean crashes against the shore, the rhythm of the waves almost in sync with your pulse—fast, pounding, uneven. He walks like a man with purpose, a man who knows exactly what he wants and has no problem taking it.

The moment you cross the threshold of the bedroom, something shifts.

Your back barely brushes the mattress before Harry follows, taking you down with him in one smooth, fluid motion.

You land on top of him, thighs bracketing his waist, hands catching yourself against the firm planes of his chest. His body is all lean muscle and warmth beneath you, the faint sheen of saltwater drying against his skin, the slow, teasing press of his hands sliding down your back to your hips.

There’s no rush to it—not yet.

Just slow, drawn-out anticipation, a game neither of you are quite willing to lose.

Harry watches you, gaze heavy-lidded, a smirk tugging at his lips. His hands flex against your skin, like he’s resisting the urge to flip you over and take control. You can see it in the way his jaw clenches, the way his Adam’s apple bobs when you shift slightly, just to test him.

You lean in, letting your lips ghost over his jaw, the scent of him—salt and warmth and something inherently Harry—filling your senses.

"You know, H," you murmur, voice slow, syrupy, dragging each syllable like honey. "If you wanted my attention that badly, all you had to do was ask."

His smirk doesn’t waver.

If anything, it deepens.

"I think I’ve done more than ask, love."

His voice is husky, rough with amusement and something heavier underneath. His hands slide up your sides, the heat of his palms searing against your bare skin. He doesn’t push—just holds, just lingers, waiting.

Waiting for you to make the next move.

You tilt your head, pretending to consider it, even as you shift in his lap, the slow drag of your body against his drawing the faintest hiss from between his teeth. His fingers twitch, grip tightening, but he doesn’t move.

Not yet.

"Mm," you hum, tilting your head. "And you think you deserve a reward for that?"

Harry swallows, the muscle in his jaw ticking.

"Maybe?"

You let the silence stretch between you like a taut thread, watching as the tension builds in his body. It’s delicious—the way his muscles twitch beneath your fingers, how his breath comes just a little quicker, how his fingers flex as if resisting the overwhelming urge to grab at you.

His wrists are still pinned beneath your hands, right where you left them. He could move if he wanted to, if he really wanted to—Harry is stronger than you, faster, more than capable of flipping you over and taking control. But he doesn’t.

He stays still.

Obedient.

Because despite the cocky smirk lingering at the corner of his mouth, despite the teasing spark still faintly flickering behind his darkening green eyes—he knows exactly what you’re doing. He knows he fucked up. He knows you’re going to make him work for it. And worst (or best) of all?

He likes it.

"Maybe."

You whisper the word like a promise, drawing your nails down the center of his chest—not hard enough to scratch, just enough to make him feel it, to make him shiver beneath you. His breath hitches at the sensation, his muscles tensing before relaxing again, like he's trying to keep himself in check.

You drag your fingertips lower, following the trail of fine hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his swim shorts. You don’t dip beneath, not yet, just rest your hands there, feeling the warmth of his skin, the way his abs tighten with anticipation.

His jaw ticks.

You smile.

You shift slightly, just enough to press your weight down where he’s already hard against you, and he exhales sharply through his nose. His fingers twitch against the sheets, grip tightening, and you know—know—he's barely holding onto his self-control.

Good.

Leaning in, you ghost your lips over his jaw, not quite kissing, just enough to tease. He turns his head slightly, chasing the touch, but you pull back. His lips part in frustration, his brows pulling together as he lets out a quiet, ragged sound.

"Eager, aren’t you?" you murmur.

His throat bobs as he swallows. "Bit hard not to be, love," he admits, voice thick. "Sittin’ on me like this, teasin’ me—kinda cruel, don’t you think?"

You hum, pretending to think about it.

Then, just to be extra cruel, you shift again, rolling your hips ever so slightly against him, feeling the way he strains beneath you. The deep, guttural groan he lets out sends a shiver down your spine, pooling heat low in your stomach—but you don't let it show. Not yet.

His hands twitch again, rising instinctively, palms brushing over your thighs—only for you to catch them, pushing them back down onto the mattress.

"Ah ah," you tsk, shaking your head. "I don’t think you’ve earned that yet."

His eyes darken. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.

"Yeah?" he rasps, testing you. "And what do I need to do to earn it, angel?"

You smirk, letting your fingers trail up his chest again, featherlight.

"Oh, I don’t know." You lean down, lips hovering just over his, close enough that you can feel his breath against your mouth. "Begging might be a good start."

Harry exhales sharply, his brows furrowing just slightly, like he’s debating whether or not to fight this, to push back. But you know he won’t. Not really.

Because this is exactly what he wants.

You can feel it in the way his body tightens beneath you, in the way his breath comes faster, in the way his hands stay right where you left them.

Still. Waiting.

Obedient.

You grin against his jaw, pressing a soft, teasing kiss just below his ear.

"Good boy."

The noise he makes is sinful.

It’s not just a groan—it’s something deeper, something visceral, something wrecked. You feel it in the way his whole body reacts, the way he tilts his head ever so slightly, exposing more of his throat to you.

Oh.

That’s interesting.

You tuck that reaction away for later, storing it deep in the back of your mind as you continue your slow, torturous descent.

Kissing. Biting. Licking.

Dragging your lips over the ridge of his collarbone, over the firm planes of his chest, trailing heat in your wake.

When you shift again, pressing down exactly where he needs it most, his hips buck up automatically—only for you to lift up just in time, denying him.

A choked-off noise escapes his lips, something between a groan and a curse. His hands fist in the sheets, the muscles in his arms flexing as he fights the instinct to grab you.

"Need something, H?" you ask, voice as sweet as honey.

His head tips back, eyes squeezing shut for a brief second before he looks at you again.

"Don’t be cruel, angel," he grits out. His voice is rough now, thick with frustration, a deep rasp that shoots straight between your legs.

You pretend to consider it, tilting your head.

Then, with an innocent smile, you say, "You threw my book in the ocean, remember?"

His reaction is immediate—a groan, deep and frustrated, his head dropping back against the pillow.

"Fuck, love, I know," he groans, dragging a hand down his face. "I’ll buy you the whole goddamn series—just—fuck, please—"

You bite back a grin.

He’s close.

So close to breaking.

But not yet.

Not yet.

You can see it—can feel it in the way his whole body is wired tight beneath you, in the way his fingers dig into the sheets, in the way his chest rises and falls with every ragged breath. His lips are parted, swollen from how often he’s bitten down on them in frustration, his curls a wild mess against the pillow.

His eyes—God, his eyes—are pure desperation now, pupils blown wide, swallowing every trace of teasing mischief that had been there before.

You’ve reduced him to this.

The thought sends a thrill down your spine, makes your own breath come a little quicker, your skin prickling with heat.

But you’re not done.

Not until he’s completely wrecked.

Not until he breaks for you.

You shift again, rolling your hips ever so slightly, and the groan that rips from his throat is obscene. He’s trembling beneath you now, his fingers twitching like they physically ache to grab at you, to flip you over, to take control.

But he doesn’t.

He waits.

Obeys.

"You’re taking this so well," you murmur, trailing your fingers down his stomach, watching how his muscles tense beneath your touch. "Maybe I should reward you after all."

His breath hitches.

And then—finally—you sink onto him.

His reaction is immediate.

A sharp, choked-off curse tears from his lips, his hands flying to your hips like he physically can’t stop himself. His fingers dig into your skin, hard enough that you’re sure there will be marks tomorrow, but you don’t mind. You want the reminder.

His head tips back, exposing the long, elegant line of his throat, and you take advantage—leaning in, pressing your lips against his pulse point, feeling the frantic beat of his heart against your mouth.

"Fuck," he groans, voice hoarse. "Fuck—angel—"

You giggle at his reaction, at the way he’s coming apart so quickly.

"That good, huh?" you tease, pressing another kiss just below his ear.

His grip on your hips tightens. "You fuckin’ know it is," he pants.

But you don’t let him set the pace.

No—this is still your game.

Your punishment.

So even though you’re desperate too, aching for more, you keep it slow.

You rock against him, agonizingly deliberate, watching the way his jaw clenches, the way his brows pull together, the way his whole body is coiled tight with restraint.

"You’re so mean," he grits out, his breath coming in short, shallow pants. "So fuckin’ mean."

You laugh softly, dragging your nails up his chest. "Mean?" you echo, tilting your head. "I think I’m being generous, considering your crimes."

His hips jerk up instinctively, chasing more friction, but you deny him, lifting just enough to keep him wanting.

He nearly whimpers.

And when you clench around him—just once, just to make him feel it—his whole body shudders beneath you.

"Fuck—" he chokes out, his voice wrecked.

You smirk.

Now he’s the one breaking.

It’s cruel, really.

The way you keep just enough control.

The way you deny him just enough to make him ache, to keep him on that razor-thin edge between pleasure and madness.

You can feel it in every shudder that wracks his body beneath you, in the way his hands—normally so sure, so confident—are now trembling where they grip your thighs. You can see it in the way his face twists with pure, agonized need every time you slow down, in the way his lips part around half-formed pleas he can’t quite voice.

And then, of course, there’s the sounds he’s making.

The low, wrecked groans that scrape up from deep in his chest. The ragged, desperate panting as he fights to keep himself from snapping. The murmured curses, gasped into your skin like a prayer.

Your name—over and over again—a reverent, pleading litany on his lips.

It’s intoxicating.

It makes heat bloom low in your stomach, makes your own thighs shake just a little, makes your breath catch as your own pleasure coils tighter and tighter.

But you’re not done with him yet.

Not until he completely unravels.

So you pick up the pace.

You roll your hips faster, move against him with just enough force to make him lose that last thread of control.

And oh, God, does he fall apart.

His fingers dig into your skin, hard, needy. His grip tightens, almost bruising, as his body shudders beneath you, all restraint shattering at once.

"Fuck—"

The sound of his voice—wrecked, desperate, almost pained—sends a sharp jolt of pleasure straight through you.

You can feel the exact moment he breaks.

He surges up suddenly, gripping your waist and flipping you before you can even gasp.

Your back hits the mattress.

And then—before you can even catch your breath—he’s on you.

Over you.

Inside you.

And this time, he’s the one in control.

The first thrust is deep—so deep you arch up instinctively, gasping, clutching at his shoulders.

The second is just as devastating.

And the third—fuck.

He pins you down, his forearm bracing beside your head, his free hand gripping your thigh, hooking it around his waist to hold you open for him.

There’s nothing slow about it now.

Nothing teasing.

It’s needy, raw, consuming.

He fucks into you with purpose.

Like he’s staking a claim.

Like he’s making sure you never think about anything else ever again.

Like he’s rewriting your fucking soul.

And God, it’s working.

Your nails rake down his back, dragging hard enough to leave marks.

His jaw is clenched, his brows furrowed in pure focus, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Say it," he growls suddenly, his voice low, rough, demanding.

Your mind is spinning. "Say what?"

His fingers tighten on your thigh. "Say I’m better than your book."

A breathless, half-delirious laugh spills from your lips.

"You’re better than my book."

His lips crash against yours, hot, desperate.

"Say you forgive me."

"I forgive you—"

His next thrust knocks the breath from your lungs. "Oh, fuck, Harry—"

You’re so close.

And from the way his grip tightens, from the way his rhythm starts to falter, so is he.

His name rips from your throat, high and breathless, as he drives into you again, and again, and again.

It’s overwhelming—the heat of him, the weight of him, the sheer intensity in his gaze as he watches you fall apart beneath him.

And God, you are falling apart.

Your whole body is on fire, burning from the inside out, aching with every deep, deliberate thrust.

Harry can feel it—the way you’re unraveling, how close you are.

His hand slips between you, fingers brushing down your stomach, finding exactly where you need him most.

And then—fuck.

He presses down, moves his fingers in slow, firm circles, his pace never faltering, never relenting.

Your whole body shakes.

Your grip on him tightens—nails digging into his biceps, legs locking around his waist, pulling him deeper, keeping him exactly where you need him.

His rhythm is messy now, frantic, desperate, every movement a plea, a promise, a demand.

"Give it to me," he groans, his forehead pressed against yours. "C’mon, angel. Let me feel it."

It’s too much.

The heat, the pressure, the way he’s watching you—

Like you’re the only thing that exists. Like he’d burn the whole world down for you. Like you already own him.

And then you shatter.

It hits you like a tidal wave, a wildfire, an earthquake.

Your whole body tenses, pleasure crashing over you in heavy, shuddering waves, your back arching, your breath catching, your lips parting on a broken moan of his name.

And he follows.

His jaw clenches, his grip tightens, his body stiffens above you.

And then—a ragged, wrecked groan—

His face buries in your neck as he falls apart, spilling into you, gasping against your skin, his body shaking with the force of it.

For a long moment, neither of you move.

The only sounds in the room are harsh, uneven breaths, the pounding of your hearts, the distant crash of waves outside.

Then—slowly, like he’s afraid to lose the moment—Harry pulls back just enough to look at you.

His hair is a mess, damp and sticking to his forehead. His lips are red and swollen, parted on soft, uneven breaths.

But it’s his eyes that make your chest tighten.

Because for the first time tonight, they’re completely, devastatingly open.

And the way he’s looking at you—like you just rewrote his entire world—

It’s dangerous.

Because you know you’re looking at him the same way.

Harry doesn’t let you go.

Even now, with both of you sticky, sweaty, and utterly spent, his arms stay wrapped around you—one draped lazily across your waist, the other tracing slow, absentminded patterns along your back.

His chest rises and falls against yours, his breaths still a little uneven, his face buried in the crook of your neck like he never wants to move again.

For a moment, neither of you say anything.

You just exist there, tangled up together, skin pressed to skin, hearts still beating in sync.

His lips brush against your shoulder, soft and lazy and unbearably sweet.

Another.

Then another.

"So… d’you really forgive me?"

You smirk, eyes still closed. "Mm. Maybe."

His mouth stills against your skin.

A pause.

"Maybe?" His head lifts, green eyes narrowing in playful outrage.

You crack an eye open, smirking at his expression.

"Buy me the whole series and book us a few extra days here, and I might."

His lips twitch.

Then he grins, wide and victorious.

"Done." He nuzzles closer, arms tightening around you. "But only if you read them to me. Naked."

You laugh, soft and sleepy and so incredibly full.

Then, just because you can, you kiss him.

Slow, sweet, lingering.

"Deal."

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Instragram posts ~ bf gojo and some more hehe

Some random posts of you and your boyfriend gojo. Inspired by @jinwoosbabyboo

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Location - a Pottery studio.

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_sixeyesupnext_ Heeey! What’s wrong with a man admirin’ his girl’s masterpiece, huh?

⎿ replying to _sixeyesupnext_ shoko_leiri : Just say you’ve got skill issues and move on.

⎿ replying to _sixeyesupnext_ Yn_offical34 : admiring? You broke half of my works ☹️

_gojosbigdick_ girl please inform us if you ever break up 😩

⎿ replying to _gojosbigdick_ _iblmesathis_ : the username is crazyy

⎿ replying to _gojosbigdick_ _uthaimesfeet_ : I m scared of gojo's fanbase.

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Suguruthatswho_ Satoru did the matching outfit thing with me first, y’know.

⎿ Replying to suguruthatswho_ _sixeyesupnext_ : suguru,please delete this comment 😭

⎿ replying to suguruthatswho_ yn_offical34 : When you're trying to feel special, but then it hits youyou're just the third wheel in your own relationship 💔

Uthaime_lori : I still can't believe Satoru pulled y/n 😍

⎿ replying to uthaime_lori shoko_leiri : same i still don't get it.

⎿ replying to uthaime_lori _sixeyesupnext_ : ☹️ this is my comment section, why are y'all gossiping about me in my own comment section. I m hurt.

Im_funny456 : I just witnessed a divorce and a gossip.💀

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_Sixeyesupnext_ all fun and jokes , till you see your girl admiring something.

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Gojosbigdick_ : i swear I m loyal to goj-

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_Suguruthatswho_😨😰😧😲😱😵😖🤢 me when gojo tries to write a serious caption

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_sixeyesupnext_ the caption 😍❤️❤️❤️

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_sixeyesupnext_ someone made this art of our behind the scenes (I m talking to you nanami 🤫)

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_Sukunasballs_ : to think that they actually used their real names in the anime is crazy.

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Nanami_kento : I fail to see the necessity of posting it on Instagram.

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⎿ replying to nanami_kento gojosbigdick : ong nanami you are so talented

Uthaime_lori : why am I not included on the group photo 😔

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Shoko_leiri : damn nanami made me pretty good.

Replying to shoko_leiri yn_offical34 : you are pretty the fuck do you mean?

Sukunas_fanpage : sukuna is the best, give your opinions to the wall.

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⎿ replying to sukunas_fanpage nanami_fanpage : nah nanami is op.

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It's me again teehee~

I came with another request for headcanons because I'm thirsty for these men. So, let's imagine that the 5 kings + Belphegor are gonna do the mimir, but suddenly MC just enters into the room in flirty mode, starting to undress and they're wearing lingerie. Loved to see their reaction hehehe~✨

Aaaaahhhggggg

Going crazy for this ask!

Whb Kings+belphegor reaction to S/o in lingerie

Satan

He likes tight ribbon-like fabric that hugs your skin not too tight but just enough to show a little bit of your body pudge. Good Lord he loves pudgy thighs. If he sees just a little bit of that sweet naked body bulging through the fabric he will go Feral.

Speaking of feral you cannot have nice things with Satan. Any clothes he deems nice he will just tear it off your lingerie, especially lingerie which is not an exception. He will toy with the tight little ribbons with his claws slowly cutting it like he's unwrapping a little gift. Smiling like an idiot when he watches your chest or your thighs come free from the snug bindings.

He will still leave some of the damaged and discarded lingerie on you just so he can see you scratched up, marked your ass bruised, and the pretty little clothing now tattered and broken.

That's when he finally takes you, sliding his cock inside but not finishing inside you no... He wants to finish his masterpiece. Instead taking out his cock to stroke until he cums all over your body. If he could he would Take a photo of this you fucked out drunk and beaten scratched and bruised and save it on his phone screen.(He doesn't because you would kill him)

Mammon

One favorite? Why does he have to choose one favorite? Why can't he just buy and have you wear All of them. Yes master That's a good human, that's it, come closer, strip for him and give him a proper fashion show...

He politely asks you to show yourself turn around let him see everything, You may own him but that doesn't stop him from admiring who owns him. He is hard and he knows you're staring so he parts his robes just enough for himself to spring out. He wants you to know what You do to him.

At the end he still rock hard as he gets up to hug you from behind He asks you which one is your favorite. He likes all of them. And he really likes that you put on a show for him. He will definitely do this more often, He does have a third closet he doesn't use for anything so maybe that's where He will put all the sexy clothes and jewels he wants you to wear for him. He only wants you to wear these things because you own them everything he owns is yours.

He wonders how you would look in the fanciest get up not just lingerie He wants you to parade around your wealth in the fanciest of Tartaros parties. Well maybe you should wear the lingerie underneath,hehe

Leviathan

Wanting the tease the demons of envy you tied him up The rope you used to strangle him now tying his wrist so tightly. As a little treat you do have one of those strangulation collars around his neck just in case he gets a little too rowdy. And with a little extra treat a gag in his mouth. He glares at you if looks could kill you would be dead 20 times over snarling as he sinks his fangs into the rubber ball so hard you think it might break.

But his eyes immediately soften when you take off your clothes revealing soft white lace, He drinks you in, His heart pounding in his chest the urge the need to touch you yet not getting what he wants burning jealousy inside him. His mindswarming with thoughts of how long You have worn that underneath your clothes this whole time. You see his mind wandering giving you that look you know so well You pull on his choker.

He can't spit nasty words, He can't tell you to hang He can't break from his strangulation rope to fuck you till you can't stand. All he could do is feel the tightness in his pants tightening more as you break him down with each tug on his choker. He can't even buck his hips when you sit in his lap.

When Levi is done being difficult you finally let him go his eyes no longer filled with resistance dropping his facade to just pure want. When he finally touches you he looks as if he's in a trance.

Beelzebub

You wore that underneath your normal clothes as you went clubbing with him in Abyssos. He didn't even realize you were wearing that He didn't even know because he wasn't taking you to any of the sex clubs. It was just a normal night of fun until his hand slipped underneath your shirt his eyes widened. Now he wish he did to a sex club.

He thought his mind was playing tricks on him at first before dipping down again and... He never took you to a bathroom so fast he practically ripped off your normal clothes his breaths heavy. He has never been so hard in his life! There you are wearing this underneath your clothes The whole time no underwear no nothing just this!

He's upset that he didn't take you to a sex club so he could properly enjoy you but that will have to wait. For now he's going to take you in bathroom. He will push the Lacey clothing aside and fuck you His mouth and tongue running across the fabric.

After the quickie, which wasn't really quick because he lasted multiple rounds. Your clothes are ripped off but he didn't care He needed you back at the castle in his bed right fucking now carrying you in his arms His jacket over you.

Lucifer

You caught him off guard.... How dare you. He didn't even know you could do that. You child of Adam are full of surprises. He expected a lot of things when he turned his chair but not for you to drop your clothes. Sure he should have because you were a whore of a human being/affectionate But he did not expect what you were wearing underneath. The moment he took his eyes off the paper he was holding in his hand then unto you His eyes widened, His breath hitching. He turned around before getting up out of a seat.

You feel as though the end of your holes is near as he slowly walks up to you, He inspects you at first. Making a noise that you've never heard him make before It sounded like a hiss kind of? Or maybe a pur??

He knew the existence of lingerie but he didn't know he would see it's in person today. It is a surprise but to be honest a welcome one But he will have to punish you for your rather bold decision of showing it off in front of him. A punishment he is excited to enact.

Oh don't worry he will make you scream and rise but the lingerie will stay intact. He's having way too much fun playing and feeling the fabric as you ride and scream on his cock. You look beautiful... Like an angel, albeit a lewd one.

Belphegor

Lingerie soft fabric very comfy. Makes you look sexy makes him want to touch you 10 out of 10 would fuck you in his sleep again.

He prefers the lingerie that value comfort over sexiness. He will be obsessed with touching you when you wear that. He wants you to wear more things like that to bed. Being pretty much his teddy bear when you're wearing something He wants to make sure it's soft.

Tho no matter how much he loses sleep when he is trying to press his cock in between your flushed thighs he will not comment on that. Listen if sex helps beleth sleep that it should work on him.

He likes to play with the fabric well he drifts off. Pressing his whole body against you feeling the softness of your body and the softness of the fabric.

[deesseshesca]

PAC : How can I best monetize my passions while staying true to myself?

Pull up we can do it on the red light ...

Hey Chérie D'Amour,

Sorry for the ghosting but your girl was going trough it with her health and mental. Plus fucking exam week ... can't wait for winter break. Also I am not travelling this holidays ... I am actually waiting for my birthday week so we are sooo onnnn baby ! Christmas advent calendar on KO-FI: Delulu December ! Let's do a deep dive on weather it is worth it or not to bring your situationship next year. Plus until January is all about GIRLBOSS reading on my blog.

xoxo,

I missed y'all so much

SHESCA.

PERSONAL READING (SALE) (LINK)

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PILE 1

Your heart beats with the rhythm of a dreamer, a soul brimming with untamed passions. But dreams alone are whispers—they need hands to shape them, feet to chase them, and roots to ground them. You’ve been hoping the tides will carry you to your destiny, but the waves are asking you to swim.

Success doesn’t arrive on the wings of wishes; it is born in the quiet rituals of discipline. It’s not about running at full speed or burning out in a blaze of inspiration. It’s the art of showing up when the world is quiet, when the spark feels dim, and when the path ahead looks steep.

Don’t let the weight of waiting fool you into thinking you’re stuck. You’re not. You’re gathering strength, learning to wield your creativity like a blade, and building a foundation that can weather the storms. But you must lean into the effort, the structure, the persistence that transforms a dream into a masterpiece.

Your success is not a question of if—it’s a question of how much love you’re willing to pour into the process. Build slowly. Tend to your passions like a garden: water them with effort, prune them with reflection, and protect them from the weeds of distraction. You’re not chasing success; you’re becoming it, step by deliberate step.

Remember, you are the creator of your own rhythm. Make it a song worth dancing to. ✨

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PILE 2

Your fire is a dazzling force, but it flickers, waiting for a spark you think will set everything ablaze. You’ve been chasing the thrill of momentum, the lightning bolt of inspiration that will make it all click. But the truth is, chasing that spark is what leaves you burned out and standing still.

Life doesn’t wait for perfect timing or the rush of adrenaline—it unfolds in the quiet persistence of steady hands. The impulse you crave is fleeting; it’s the ember, not the flame. Instead of waiting for the universe to light your path, become the fire. Stoke it with intention, feed it with patience, and protect it from winds that will only blow it out.

You don’t need a grand sign or a sudden burst of energy to begin. The magic lies in the tiny sparks you create each day, the ones that don’t burn you out but warm you, guiding you forward step by step. Let go of the need to feel ready—readiness is an illusion. What you’re looking for isn’t found in fleeting flashes but in the steady glow of your own commitment.

Take your passions and treat them like a canvas. Add a brushstroke each day, no matter how small. Build something real and lasting—not in a rush, but with love, with care. Success isn’t about speed; it’s about direction. Choose yours, and keep moving, no matter how softly the fire burns. ✨

PREVIOUS READING

2) Wanna know the love story the universe has for you? 💫 In 8 parts, I spill all: first meet, first kiss, confession, sexy time, and more. Don’t miss out! 👀💖 (LINK)

3) For ALL DECEMBER get 2 readings for the price of 1 : LINK

4) IF YOU BOOKED A PERSONAL READING 6 DEC 2024 ON KO-FI PLZ DM ME ( I TRY CONTACTING YOU BUT NOTHING WORKS)

PILE 3

Your world is brimming with promise, a masterpiece waiting for the final touch—you. Everything is aligned, the stage is set, but the spotlight feels distant because you’ve been holding back, softening your edges to fit spaces that were never meant to contain you.

To reach your ultimate reward, you don’t need to do more, build more, or change who you are. You need to be unapologetically yourself. Peel back the layers of hesitation, the fear of being too much or not enough. The truest version of you is what the world has been waiting for—raw, unfiltered, and vibrant.

Your dreams are not fragile. They’re not asking you to tiptoe; they’re begging you to dance. Pour your quirks, your passions, your imperfections into everything you touch. The path to your reward isn’t about perfection—it’s about authenticity. The world will celebrate you not for fitting in but for standing out.

So stop dimming your light to make others comfortable. Stop shrinking yourself to fit spaces that feel safe. Be bold. Be loud. Be messy if you have to, but let it all come from the heart. When you show up as your truest self, you don’t just touch your reward—you become it. ✨

PREVIOUS READING

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[23victoria]

Eros ✿

lewis hamilton x fem!reader smau

faceclaims: h.e.r and other girls from pinterest

album is yoncé by beyonce (a masterpiece imo)

warnings: cussing, sexual innuendos

authors note: this is my first smau! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!! also sorry for any blurriness, tumblr ruined the quality 🫤

𝚏𝟷 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

y/n_ig

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my album “Eros” is out now!!! I am so proud of this piece of art work and I hope you enjoy!! 🤭😉✨

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standy/n4life omg!!! it’s here i’m so ready!!

↳ y/n_ig are you???

↳ livelaughlovey/n what do you mean by that?!?! hello?!?!

lewishamilton i’m so proud of you baby! they not ready! 🫶🏾

↳ y/n_ig thank you baby! 😘

bffusername literally my favorite album!!

↳ y/n_ig you say that for all my albums?! 💀

↳ bffusername girl shhhh! you’re ruining it 😔

charlesleclerc congrats y/n! i can’t wait to listen!

marrymey/n just dropped everything to go listen!!

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y/n_ig

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wow, #1 globally and in the states. i literally had a week to write something but i honestly can’t tell you how im feeling rn! i’m utterly speechless and forever grateful 🥹❤️ thank you guys for all the love, your amazing!!

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username1 flawless and 7/11 have been on replay everyday!!

lewishamilton i expected nothing less from the most beautiful woman to ever exist. beyond proud of you my love ♥️

↳ y/n_ig i love you 🥹♥️

oscarpiastri_ congrats y/n! you deserve this!

↳ y/n_ig thank you osc!

marrymey/n the album is an absolute masterpiece!! rocket and pretty hurts?!?? it hit me right in the feels 🥲

beyoncé congrats honey ❤️

↳ y/n_ig thank you queen! ❤️

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y/n_ig and lewishamilton

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“Hell yeah, you the shit, that's why you're my equivalent ”

5.24.23 💍

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username6 holy fuck they’re married!! omg! 😵‍💫

standy/n4life lol she said stfu thats my man. congrats y/n!!

charlesleclerc finally! this was such a trouble to keep secret! congrats again guys, the wedding was beautiful! liked by y/n_ig

username1 not the lyrics from rocket 💀

username6 she’s letting us know what they did on they wedding day, wouldn’t be surprised if that song is based off that day 😭

↳ y/n_ig it is 😉

bffusername my girl is a wifeee 🤭

lewishamilton love you forever and always ♾️

↳ y/n_ig till my last breath my love ♾️

beyoncé truly such a beautiful ceremony ❤️ god bless you beautiful 🥰

↳ y/n_ig thank you 🤧

marrymey/n no it was supposed to be meee 🧎🏾‍♀️🥲

↳ lewishamilton i’m sorry?

↳ marrymey/n no your not 😔

↳ lewishamilton yea i’m not 🫶🏾

livelaughlovey/n um girly, is that a mistake in the date?!?

↳ y/n_ig no 🤭

↳ lewishamilton no 🫶🏾

↳ livelaughlovey/n replied to y/n_ig & lewishamilton ALMOST A YEAR?!?!

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[skzapp]

Blog recommendations: Heartwrenching angst!

Some of the blogs with the best angst on Tumblr!

Check them out, though you’d better prepare tissues. Lots of tissues.

In the spotlight, a selected work to get you started!

Genre: angst

Blogs: 9

@lieslab

Written works

> [They find you battling suicide] in the spotlight

Definitely the Queen of angst for me.

Whether it is heart wrenching angst that leaves me bawling or hurt and comfort, the feelings are always delivered.

Especially recommended for hurt/comfort because while the angst is sublime, I find myself particularly drawn by the comforting fics, which feel like a warm blanket during a storm.

Also, can handle perfectly very heavy themes which are honestly so hard to write but she succeeds splendidly, delivering perfection each time!

@rmview

Written works

> [You disappear after a fight] in the spotlight

Mostly short drabbles that hit you directly in the heart.

Well depicted scenarios that will make you cry.

Latest heartbreak? The cold shoulder. I can’t even begin to describe how much it made me tear up.

Love the use of dialogue and very romantic quotes, let me tell you that.

All lines hit so good!

If you see me crying I am not… I just contracted ✨emotions✨

@thewinter-eden

Fake texts and written works

> [“Insecurity” series] in the spotlight

While her crack!Horror written fic series deserves an award with how funny it is (like really, check that out cause I love it), we are talking angst and so I present to you other two lovely series: Insecurity series (which has been completed) and the Jealousy series (who’s first part has yet to be released and I’m so hyped already!).

Through messages the feelings, misunderstandings and heartbreak hit deeply but, thankfully, she’ll break your heart then mend it back up during the resolution!

Unique scenarios (and for those who like me enjoy a well created coherent world surrounding parts of the same fic, there’s lore hidden in all the parts and references) with unique feels that will make you cry and then kick you feet up giggling!

@chlix

Fake texts and written works

> [“They call you a gold digger” series] in the spotlight

From assholes to regretful beggars.

Reader doesn’t always melt the second they say sorry so the resolution (if it doesn’t deservedly end up in a break up) feels much more satisfying!

Will definitely break your heart! Honestly I never knew fake texts could be so heartbreaking before!

Got me addicted to fake texts (first blog whose fake texts I actually liked).

@linoxpudding

Fake texts and written works.

> [“Intern” series] in the spotlight

When I tell you good.

Like fucking perfect.

The heartbreak-laced fake texts are amazing, like Master of Angst level.

I’m bawling in the floor each time I read it and I just wish I could read it for the first time again (though re-reading feels just as good not gonna lie).

And the written Lee Know series “Intern” is just golden.

Emotional constipation met angst with a side of their own genius and that gave birth to a masterpiece.

@bbokicidal

Written works

> [“As we are” series] in the spotlight

Hear me out: she’s known for her nsfw (and like that’s fair because it is top tier) but I think we are underrating her angst because it is just as good.

The cheater series?

The “As we are” series?!

Like damn.

There’s some people who are like “nsfw writers can’t write angst or other genres” and I don’t think it’s true and bbokicidal is the proof of that.

Members’ corner

@lovetaroandtaemin

Written works

> [“Bad Dates and Bad Luck”] in the spotlight

Only one stray kids piece but so damn good.

Bad Dates and Bad Luck is a work of art.

Got me crying all my tears over words on a screen.

Almost changed my bias for that like damn… who hurt ya (lemme kill them)?

If you also like Seventeen, definitely check that out but be ready to get out of it heartbroken and emotionally unstable.

That’s how good it is.

@fenya-scribbles

Written works

> [Secret] in the spotlight

Okay, if you know Fenya you’ll be like “that’s a sunshine, how could they write angst well?”.

Spoiler alert, they can and have.

Absolutely adore it.

Like top notch angst for real, with the right amount of hurt to balance the comforting hug you get at the end.

The carrot and the stick made fics, basically, but for your heart: comfort and angst all wrapped in a literary masterpiece.

.

@lov3rachan

Written works

> [“Loving you is a losing game” series] in the spotlight

You might like my “Loving you is a losing game” series. Probably not but who knows.

If you really have no angst left, check it out.

Let us know if you enjoyed these!

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[bayobayo]

EVERYONE I THINK I FOUND WHERE THE ORIGINAL AGENT STONE PIC THAT'S BEEN HAUNTING EVERYONE WAS FROM! It's an edit made by matuta2002 from deviantArt! ✨✨✨

THEY EVEN HAVE ANOTHER MASTERPIECE SO BE NICE Y'ALL.

matuta2002 created is a fucking LEGEND 😭😭😭😭

[racinggirl]

i’m hunting your ask box at this point but i can’t really regret it, your writing is a masterpiece each and every time 🎉

today’s thoughts : smau where y/n and charles always ‘argue’ and make comments against each other on socials, leading people to think they actually hate each other (they’re actually best friends and lovers in secret, and sit together giggling as they tweet stupid shit about each other) they admit the truth with a post of them on a date with the caption “… enemies to lovers?”

the grid know they’re good friends but not that they’re going out until the posts, lando would definitely be like “yep i knew it i called it” when he really did not

lots of love!! <3

yourusername

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An iced coffee a day... (only it's just frappuccino without coffee bc I don't like coffee) 🧋

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user8 you're so real for this, queen

charles_leclerc someone needs to teach Y/N that frappuccino's are just coffee's sugary sidekick

yourusername sorry Charles, I prefer my beverages without a side of bitterness. user2 Am I the only one that feels like Charles and Y/N don't like each other this much? user10 Nope. user1 They hate each other lol

charles_leclerc

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Let the season begin 🏎️ ❤️

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yourusername goodluck, you'll need it 😚

charles_leclerc thanks, good to see you're unable to stay away from my posts 😉 yourusername someone should keep an eye on the chaos you bring to my feed. It's a public service, really. charles_leclerc a public service? I should be charging admission for the entertainment I provide 😘 user7 okay they are UNHINGED

yourusername

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is it giving 'that girl' vibes? ✨

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user4 YES IT IS 😍

charles_leclerc you're such a StarBucks addict 🧋

yourusername says the guy that's addicted to having a cup of espresso every morning

user10 wait, how does she know? user6 OMG what if they are dating? user2 lmao, they hate each other, I doubt they are willingly hanging out together

yourusername

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no cap needed 🌎 ✈️

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user1 liked by Charles AND Arthur? I thought they hated each other?

user3 Why do I feel like we're gonna get mind fucked, they are playing a game and we're all losing 😶

user9 I'm obsessed, girl you're living our dream 😩

user5 where are you going???

yourusername 🇯🇵 ❤️ user6 THE JAPAN GP? OMG

user2 hold up, no Charles x Y/N banter in the comments?

yourusername

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@charles_leclerc have to admit, I would make a pretty good WAG 💋

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user9 OMG OMG OMG OMG

user6 WHAT IS HAPPENING OH MY LORD

charles_leclerc if only you would choose F1 over soccer 😘

yourusername I'll come back to you about that in a week

one week later

yourusername & charles_leclerc

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Enemies to lovers?...

Took you a while to figure that out, happy 2 years baby ❤️

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charles_leclerc I love you ❤️

yourusername I love you more ❤️ ❤️

landonorris yep, I knew it, called it

charles_leclerc no you did not, you tried to hit on her 😂 yourusername you could learn something from his flirting skills tho, at least Lando didn't ask me if 'falling down from heaven hurt' 💀 charles_leclerc It worked though, didn't it 😉

user1 TWO YEARS ALREADY?

user7 that sixth picture though 😩 ❤️

user8 I want what they have 😍

a/n: thank you for sending in the request sweety! It really means a lot! Hopefully you’ve enjoyed it! As I mentioned before, I will have a small break. I’ve got 3 requests in my askbox atm, but if you have an idea for a story, don’t hesitate to hunt my askbox again and send it in. I’m not 100% sure when I’ll be back exactly, but it shouldn’t be too long. Lots of love 💗