#i'm persona posting again sorry

[thesarcasticism]

i don't really get why persona 3 the answer was such a polarizing epilogue to the story. were we all too young when we played it or something? because looking back on it now, it was a perfect exploration of everyone's grief, and how it manifested so strongly in them that their personas actually stopped time because of how desperately they all wanted to go back. even if they could only see the protagonist just one more time. for just one more minute.

to say nothing of the significant character arcs aigis and yukari both go through. the way they both accept their grief and move on, resolving to change the world for the better. the way junpei and ken both feel the same, as a result of their experiences in "the journey."

i guess people didn't like it because yukari was "bitchy" or whatever, but she's very clearly grieving, it's just that her grief comes out in the form of anger. i guess sexism played a role there - women can't be angry or mean and all that. i, for one, think it was completely in character of her to react that way. the way she was so dismissive of everyone dwelling on the past when they walked through all the doors, even when confronted with her own, she was very clearly pretending. pretending like she was ready to move on. and then, finally, after aigis and metis defeat her and she realizes that only aigis can use the key now, she breaks down in tears, finally showing how terribly this situation has been affecting her, how much she was holding back, how much she was repressing.

maybe people just didn't get it because (and i think this is a good thing) they haven't had to grieve for someone they've lost. as someone who grieves for my father every day as he loses himself to alzheimer's, i felt extremely seen by the answer. everyone's reactions are things i've gone through - yukari's anger and despair and regret, ken and akihiko's desire to move on and live life to the fullest, junpei being afraid to go back, and a little bit afraid to go forward too, and everything in between. i think that grief just isn't something one can understand until they've experienced it firsthand, and that's okay. i know i didn't understand when i first played the answer. grief is one of the most complicated and complex feelings we experience. it can't be easily broken down into five stages like we all pretend it can. it's every feeling under the sun, all the time, every day. and as you learn to live without that person, as you grow around your grief, you carry that love for that person with you wherever you go. but the grief never truly goes away. you just get better at handling it. you just get better at reminding yourselves what they would've wanted for you. and you try to live for yourself, and a little bit for them too.

in my opinion, the answer was a fitting ending. it answered any lingering questions, gave all the characters closure and new motivations for their futures, and i won't pretend like i didn't shed a tear when april 1st finally came and they played brand new days.

the only legit criticism i have for this game is the same one i have for FES as a whole: why can't i directly control my party members aaaa this part of the game had some of the most difficult bosses and aigis is just powerhousing her way thru. i mean i did it but fuck me you guys. and then there's my usual criticism of no feMC (or shinjiro!!) but eh, y'all know how i feel about them

[ca-3]

It's been way too hot lately, so I've been projecting my heat exhaustion onto the Phantom Thieves 🫠

(will probably draw more shenanigans with the other theives later)

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

How I look when I see my IRL Coworkers/friends (who follow me on here) in real life, after I go on a fucking bender gushing about Kyoshi/Rangshi/Avatar in general:

[outlying-hyppocrate]

coming back here feels like paying a visit to the fucking dead.

[prismbearer]

Idk why there's disbelief over Mark S/Helly in terms of motivation. Helly is just as capable of cruelty and selfishness as Helena. They are at the core of it, the same person with different memories/experiences. They can be two perspectives worthy of indulging their own dreams and desires and also be the same person. Narratively here especially, this isn't about morality, it's about human nature.

Helly was never cruel, sure, of course. Helly felt like she was the same as the other people in MDR. But Helly has something right now that she never even achieved as Helena. Someone who loves her. Someone who is choosing her. Helly is Winning over Helena here.

Jame Eagen wanders down just to be a freak and reinforces the reality of it. Helly is "More" than Helena, hasn't been worn down by the weight of experience and the world (and their cult and corporate bullshit). She still has, in some way, the innocence of youth and lack of experience with the world. She doesn't have the same fears and burdens or triggers as Helena in her conscious experience. She still has the ability to express her passions and outrage and defend herself. And to love and not feel sorry for it.

Severance gave Helena a chance to exist without the learned perspectives and burdens of the Eagens and she is able to be free with herself and her passions and desires-- whereas Helena was likely drained of any dreams for potential beyond a strictly guided future decades ago.

Of course Helly is feeling a rush of joy and satisfaction over Mark loving her. Mark choosing her. She tried to do the "right thing" by being logical with Mark. "I'm her." Even outside of Lumon, if they bring it all down, there's no hope for an Eagen and an ex-severed employee in reality. In the Real World they will never be together. Mark couldn't love Helena, how could anyone love an Eagen? (Poor Helly really with like, the enemy is within etc, but that's kinda the situation framed by Lumon for everyone by setting the stage with your Innie isn't human kinda rhetoric.) (This was also reinforced by Helena trying to get close to Mark to see if he still had feelings or chemistry with her and finding out they were not going to work outside Lumon.)

What if the equator is a building that could be a continent? Can be their whole world? They're choosing to live Now. Together in the present despite knowing that with their half lives, they could be brought to an end at any moment. It's very willful young love of them. And why wouldn't it be? This is their First Love. They haven't even been "alive" that long or have any memory of romance beyond their current infatuation. They don't know the world or it's places, and maybe that's okay, maybe they can exist in this space so long as they have love and the others.

It's completely human for Helly to accept Mark choosing her. To run to him just to see him for maybe the last time. It's human for Mark S to run to Helly. It's human for poor Gemma, who doesn't even know her fucking husband is severed, to be pounding on the door.

But this is their Final Day to Mark and Helly. Maybe the very end of their world. It's Judgement Day. Of course they'd have them holding hands and running back to the unknown to face the end together. To die together.

There is also zero fucking chance Mark Scout would risk his life and brain continuing reintegration once his wife is back. Mark Scout is going to choose his wife. Mark is choosing Love on both sides here.

All of it is reasonable.

[dotted-clouds]

once again it's time for oc art dump under the cut!

Grimly is a pretty princess to me.. Zack doesn't think so. (Second OC with blue eyes is my Bestie's OC, not mine)

Oroan is pretty honest and to this day, is scared of Grimly 💔

he's free and cringe

two silly demons I made for my (soon I promise) oc story. these two losers know grimly and oroan :')

Ken, is a tarot card reader and specializes in souls.. he's concerned for Grimly's future..

Grimly is extremely embarrassing but he loves his boyfriend Silas (Bestie's OC, Not mine)

he's not actually this short (closer to Silas' cheek) but it's funny

Grimly's Underworld/Hell outfit! I just really like drawing it, very skin tight and silly for this depressed demon man 👍

ending it off with stupid

I hope you guys like a lot of Grimly 😔🙏💥

[blacklist-notary]

#106: The Good Samaritan

Synopsis: In the wake of the previous two episodes, Reddington has decided to get to the bottom of things - without the FBI's help. Reddington's absence causes a great deal of consternation and panic, leading to a series of interrogations against the FBI task force.

In the midst of this, Elizabeth Keen receives a message about a serial killer she's been working on capturing for years: the Good Samaritan. The FBI hasn't been able to determine a motive or a pattern to his crimes, but he always leaves the victim alive and he always rings an ambulance to give them a shot at saving the lives of his victims.

Considering the scale on which the previous Blacklister enacted chaos and destruction, and given that the effects of those actions were enough to get Reddington to walk away, the FBI are hesitant to send Elizabeth Keen out on a case; after all, the only reason Reddington was co-operating with the FBI was because he specifically asked for this rookie profiler. If they're colluding with each other and they let Liz slip, heads are going to roll.

Harold Cooper, on the other hand, wants Keen out in the field. If she was enough to get Reddington in the door in the first place, then maybe he'll become interested in her case and reach out. Elizabeth Keen is bait, and the FBI are looking to reel in #4 on the FBI's Most Wanted list.

Thoughts: This is a great episode of the show. It's a good aftermath episode that plays with the status quo - after the Anslo Garrick ordeal, the FBI team can't trust each other. There's evidence of a mole in the FBI, and Reddington is seeking this mole out on his own terms while the feds have their own investigation.

So, like Frederick Barnes - the episode where the FBI task force foil a chemical bomber who's infecting people with an accelerated version of Kurz disease - the episode has a hard split between the FBI subplot and the Reddington subplot. And both plots are incredibly strong.

First, the Good Samaritan is a great Blacklister. He has a great gimmick, and he fits into Liz's backstory as an up-and-coming criminal profiler - one of his first victims died in her arms, and it's cases like his where she began to cut her teeth on her profiling work. He's menacing, he's somewhat sympathetic, and he's a dark antagonist who fits perfectly well into the setting of this show.

Meanwhile, on Reddington's side of the episode - something like half a dozen people die. Red is very upset about the carnage that was unleashed in the prior two episodes, and a lot of notable faces from those episodes end up on the receiving end of his wrath. There's a great kill where he tips pure Russian vodka over a man and places a lit cigar in his mouth - when enough of the cigar burns to ash, the embers will land on the man and set him on fire. The camera focuses on the cigar, then on the man, then on Red, then on the RED HOT CIGAR EMBERS, then the MAN, then REDDINGTON - and when the appropriate amount of drama has been milked from the situation, Red gets sick of it and shoots the guy in the heart.

It's a great show of his comedic sociopathy, because he's equally affable and dangerous the entire runtime of the episode. I won't describe any more specific scenes, but you have dangerous moments like how he is in the Stewmaker, and you have affable moments like when he's speaking to Liz for the first time in the pilot. Episodes like this are why Reddington continues to have such a devoted fanbase, even when his later season appearances mostly rely on overly long monologues than any actual action.

There's a great scene between Reddington and Aram, which is what provides the cover image for this recap. So far, everyone Reddington has confronted has ended up dead - and he has reason to assume that Aram was the mole who helped co-ordinate Garrick's attack. And hey, he did just naturally slip into the background over the course of a few episodes - he's a notable face who's gone from zero to hero, so his character development up until now could have been him placing himself in a position to compromise the task force.

And so Reddington gives him a test. If Aram passes, he proves his innocence and gets to live. If he fails, Reddington empties a mag into his face. It's a great scene.

This episode has it all. It has a wildly unpredictable Raymond Reddington at his most violent. It has a notable Blacklister who easily stands on his own as a villain of the week. Nobody trusts each other, and people are hiding secrets and you don't know who's saying or doing any of it - the only two constants are that Reddington is exceptionally well-versed in the criminal underworld, and there's a really solid Blacklister giving the FBI task force something to do. After Anslo Garrick turned the entire show upside down - to spectacular effect - this episode is a pretty good return to the pre-existing Blacklist episode formula; there's even a whisper of a plot between Liz and Tom at the start and end of the episode.

[graciousdragon]

woe, Sona be upon ye

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[biracy]

Tbh I should probably take a break. I almost definitely won't but I should, yknow

[thesarcasticism]

i rewatched the persona 3 stage plays and i'm insane about shinjiham all over again. what do you MEAN she had a dream where she talked to him before the final battle and they promised to see each other again? what do you MEAN he speaks the last words in the whole entire play, "I'm here, Kotone. Just like we promised," implying that it was a SHARED dream???

oh and don't even FUCKING get me started on this

[14dayswithyou]

Ren owes me 19 dollars, seriously tell him to give it now, no cheques only cold hard cash

Meowdy saint!! Absolutely adore your game and when I was notified you were posting again I was ecstatic. A couple questions about [REDACTED]s family, Hannah was sent to boarding school but Taylor and Ichika live in a trailer park, how did they aquire the moneys to send her to boarding school? Did she get a scholarship?

Also how would Angel know about Rens family, as in blog canon Ren would lie, saying he has no family when asked, however if angel was family oriented, would he try and re hash his relationship with mother and sister? In canon we can learn more about Rens family, so if it doesn't go too much into spoiler territory, would he lie about how functional his family is to seem more like Normal Boyfriend™️, and if we tried to meet them would he fess up to his lie?

Also, how did the trailer trash (Taylor lives in a trailer and he's trash) get a grudge against Teos parents, they're hella loaded and probably wouldn't even be in the same store as each other lol

In the post from August 17 2022 you said Taylor only showed concern when it came to Ichika, but he makes her miserable locking her in her prison if a room, so is he really concerned about her wellbeing or is he just concerned about her physical wellbeing (being alive and breathing)?

Also does [REDACTED] have a stutter too or is it just a part of his Ren persona?

Sorry this was way way way too long, feel free to leave this in your inbox. Thank you for reading this far 🩷🩷

I swear I've mentioned this before on this blog, but Hannah scored a fully paid scholarship to an all-girls boarding school in New Salvus.

Canonically, I think Ren would just lie about his family to farm pity points — especially if Angel was family-oriented. Things like claiming to be an orphan or cutting ties with his family because they mistreated him (which, teeeechnically... 🤷) aren't above him.

I'm erring on the side of caution since I haven't decided whether or not I'll include this information in the game, so I won't answer your question about why (or how) Taylor formed a grudge against Teo's family. Sorry! All I'll say is that a lot of it has to do with certain connections.

Taylor cares about Ichika's wellbeing as much as any other regular yandere would. He wants her all to himself, and the only way he can have that is by locking Ichika away from the outside world and severing any connections she might have with other people — including her own children.

I've mentioned this before, but [REDACTED] does genuinely stutter sometimes. When using his Ren persona, however, he tends to exaggerate it a bit.

[rafecameronsslut4ever]

CASUAL pt.2— lando norris (angst)

pairing; fem!reader x lando norris summary: it took lando too long to realise it wasn't just 'casual'. warnings: a LOT of angst, toxic relationship, sexual implication, not proofread a/n: casual part 2 was not really a part of the plan but the audience had demands 🦧also i think this was too long lmao. AND IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG DELAY OMG

part 1 - casual

miami grand prix: the biggest pr nightmare for every driver—especially lando norris.

the media had been all over him that weekend, going to the lengths of literally calling him 'the hottest catch on the single market'. hollywood stars and instagram models were so desperate to marry him and have his kids that they didn't catch on the fact that he was a 23-year-old racing driver who couldn't give a fuck about them.

because he was stuck on you.

for weeks, he'd waited—hoping you’d reach out, or at the very least, watch his instagram stories. he posted shirtless photos, sun-kissed photos—hell, he even threw out a thirst trap just for you. But you didn’t take the bait. you didn't take the fucking bait.

you hadn't texted him or spoken to him since the moment you walked out of that hotel room weeks ago, so he didn't try to reach out either. "would've been a blow to my ego," he'd told sainz.

but now, he didn't give a shit about his ego. he was tired of waiting.

his eyes darted across the packed club, friends and guests scattered all around. he couldn't wait to get out of there.

he hadn't been drinking. didn't really feel like it. truth be told, he hadn’t been feeling much of anything at all.

pool parties, clubs, yachts, champagne and girls.

he was tired of the glitz and glam of his life, and you were the only escape from it.

but you were gone.

his mind wandered to that morning, when you had kissed him and the two of you had ordered room service. when he had held you for the last time.

he hated how the only thing on his mind was you. how it was the only thing on his mind all through the celebrations, as hookers danced around him and people tried to pour drinks into his mouth.

for fuck's sake, he had won a grand prix for the first time in his life, and yet he was unhappy.

how did he get here?

he looked up, eyes falling on a group of men in the VIP section, the lights illuminating their faces.

everyone could tell something was off with lando. he didn't want to do any of this.

all he wanted was you. you, you, you.

the girl who had left without an explanation.

why had you left, anyway? no calls, no texts. your friends avoided him, and you avoided his friends. it was like the two of you were nothing.

lando norris was many things, but he was not a fool. he could recognise when something was wrong, or when a situation had escalated beyond his control.

he knew that there was a reason why you left, but the reason never clicked in that thick brain of his. what had he done wrong? where had he gone wrong?

"i'm not feeling too well, mate." he muttered, handing the beer bottle back to the guy standing next to him.

okay, maybe not admitting his feelings for you had fucked things up. but, what could you expect? he didn't have the time to give you what you deserved.

not right now, at least.

"what are you waiting for, then?" the other man asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"what?"

"just call her, bro. i know it's about a girl because there's no way any sane man would say no to expensive beers and a million hot hookers."

did lando even know this man? probably not.

"i can't call her. she doesn't want to talk to me. trust me, i've tried."

"have you?"

he didn't know how to deal with rejection. not like this, not with you. you weren't supposed to leave.

"judging by your sulkiness, i doubt you're going to find a girl like her again. and you'll never have her if you're here."

lando didn't have a heart of stone, as much as his social media persona might suggest. he didn't care for any of this. the women, the money, the fame.

he wanted to hold you again. kiss you, tell you he loves you. he wanted to hold your hand. he wanted to be near you, and only you.

so, when his feet hit the floor and he found himself walking towards the exit, he wasn't surprised.

yeah, it was foolish of him to leave a party full of women who were celebrating him (literally) for a girl who had ghosted him, but the need was stronger than his pride.

out of the yacht, he was dialling the only number he'd ever memorised. the phone rang, and then it rang again.

would she be wearing his clothes, or would she have gotten rid of everything related to him?

maybe she'd found another man, finally realising that lando was a bad investment.

as the phone rang, you were hidden in your apartment with blankets wrapped around you and a youtube video playing in the background.

it had been months since you'd heard the word 'casual' leave his mouth. months since you had fled london and monaco to move to miami.

at first, his words had echoed in your mind constantly, and you'd cried yourself to sleep a few times more than you'd like to admit.

but just like every heartbroken poet in history, the hurt faded and the pain slowly morphed into hatred. and anger.

you wanted to slam your head against a wall. scratch that, you wanted to slam his head against a wall.

it was so stupid, and you hated yourself for believing he'd been genuine.

it was just sex. that's all it ever was. it truly was just casual.

the phone was still ringing. your finger hesitated over the answer button. you weren't going to answer it.

it wasn't worth it. you didn't want to hear his voice. didn't want him to have the satisfaction of knowing that his words had hurt you. you didn't want to know if he was sleeping around, if his girlfriends were prettier than you.

so the line went dead.

lando stood by the harbour, watching as yachts and ships sailed past him. the air was humid and his t-shirt clung to his body, the heat almost unbearable. the sound of waves, the distant laughter and music, and the sound of his ragged breaths.

he ran his fingers through his hair, looking around. where was his car?

he had to find his way back to his hotel. he was a mess, and his clothes were sticking to his skin. he needed to fix his appearance, buy a bouquet a flowers.

he checked the time on his watch, and cursed as he saw the numbers. it was almost 3 am. he wouldn't find flowers anywhere at 3 am.

"fuck it." he said, running over to his car. the drive was quiet, save for the low hum of music and his occasional swearing when someone drove a little bit slower than he'd like.

lando norris had the world on his fingertips. he could have any girl he wanted. anyone, really. but he only wanted you. he was a hopeless romantic, and you were his muse.

when he pulled up outside the apartment, his nerves were going haywire. he ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath before getting out of the car.

he knocked twice on the door and when it opened, his eyes lit up.

you stared back at him, sleepiness in your eyes and confusion etched on your face.

and god, did you look gorgeous.

he loved you, he realised. he had to cross his hands behind his back to stop them from reaching out and holding you close.

"lando?" you breathed out.

he had grown a slight stubble since you last saw him. his hair were still the same, except a little bit longer. his blue eyes were wide as he looked at you.

"hey," his voice was shaky.

"what the fuck are you doing here?"

he wanted to say so many things. ask you why you left, where it went wrong, why you moved to miami. he wanted to declare his love for you, press his lips to yours, hold you by the waist. he wanted to hear you say that you loved him too.

he was so in love with you, and you had no idea.

"lando? why are you here?" you asked again.

he was at a loss of words. what could he say? he couldn't exactly just stand there and say nothing.

"because," his voice cracked, "i miss you."

your throat went dry. he could not just say that.

it had been weeks. weeks of him not contacting you, weeks of you not speaking to him. the phone calls had stopped, the text messages had stopped, the late night chats had stopped. everything was just gone.

and now, he missed you?

tears welled up in your eyes, a lump forming in your throat. you shook your head, pushing back the tears, "go away."

"what? no, wait. wait. don't do this." he pleaded, his voice fragile and desperate, like a child trying to avoid bedtime.

"lando-"

he interrupted you, voice louder than before. "can we please talk about this?"

"what is there to talk about?" you were raising your voice. you hated him. how could he act like this after all that happened?

"everything. just—please, can i come in?" he sounded so pathetic. he felt so pathetic. his hands were slightly hovering over the door, ready to push it open and walk in.

the request took you by surprise. "i-no."

you missed him. there was no denying that.

you wanted him to tell you it was okay. wanted to go back to that night in his mclaren, the night he told you he liked you. wanted the weekends spent in london with his family. you wanted him, all of him.

his curly hair wrapped around your fingers, blue eyes staring at you, soft lips kissing you. his cold hands grabbing yours, and his voice saying your name. you wanted it to not be casual.

"i just want to talk to you."

he was drunk. there was no other way he would've showed up here, let alone begged to talk to you. the fact that he needed to be drunk to have this conversation made your blood boil.

"do you still have my jacket?"

of course, you still had his stupid jacket. the one that had his smell embedded into the fabric. it was an exclusive print mclaren had given him, and he had swung it around your shoulders after the night you had first made love to each other.

but he didn't care about the jacket, and neither did you. it was just a reminder.

you were silent for a while, taking in the sight of each other. it was his breath mingling with yours.

"i love you." he whispered.

your breath hitched in your throat, the tears finally falling out of your eyes as you sighed.

"i love you," he repeated to himself. "yes, i do. and i've known that since the day i met you."

you choked back sobs as you shook your head, "you're drunk, lando."

"i'm not," he chuckled, "maybe a little, but not enough."

then, he added, "i mean it. i love you." his voice was steady. he truly meant every word. but he didn't know what would happen now.

"what do you want me to say, lando?"

he sighed, "anything."

you laughed bitterly. anything, he said.

anything would've been better than what had happened.

"i don't think i can do this, lando."

"we can take it slow."

"you've never done slow."

he fell silent again because you were right. he'd never done slow. he didn't know how to take things slow. he was a fucking formula 1 driver, after all. slow wasn't something he did. he'd always lived life like it was the last day. and that's how he had lost you.

"i'm sorry," he began, his voice breaking. "i should've been a better person. i'm sorry for everything i did. i should've given you more, i-i should've loved you more, because you deserve so much more. i'm so, so, sorry."

"lando," you whispered, "it's not—"

"don't make excuses for me, please. i love you, i really do. and if i have to spend the rest of my life proving that, i will." and he meant every word. "i just want you back."

your mind was racing, a million thoughts running through it. it was like a movie. his blue eyes, his voice, the desperation in his tone, the way he stood before you.

"okay," you muttered.

"wait, okay? does that mean—"

"you're gonna have to work for this," you said.

"i know, and i will. i promise."

you sighed, rubbing your temple. this wasn't a good idea. "get in."

lando's face lit up, and before you could change your mind, he had walked into the apartment. he hadn't really been here before, considering you moved here after the two of you had stopped talking. but the apartment was lovely, homely. everything you.

you closed the door behind him, watching him look around the living room.

"how'd you know where i live?"

he chuckled, turning to face you. "i'm a famous driver. i have my sources."

"i'm sure." a tense silence followed, neither of you knowing what to say.

"i'm not letting this happen again," he blurted, "i'm not. i don't know how, but i won't."

"i don't believe you." you scoffed.

"fuck, baby, what do i have to do for you to believe me?" he stepped towards you, closing the distance.

"stop calling me that."

"you are my baby." he tried to joke.

"lando, i'm not joking."

"i'm serious too," his voice was sincere, "i love you, and i'll do whatever it takes for you to believe me."

you had been through a lot together. the highs, the lows. you had seen him at his best, and at his worst. the good and the bad.

he moved closer, reaching a hand out to hold yours. you didn't know why, but the moment his hand touched yours, it was like a switch had flipped inside of you.

you let his hand wander over yours like a ghost, his calloused fingertips tracing over your knuckles. he intertwined your fingers together, eyes casted down.

"i've never cared about anyone the way i care about you." he admitted in a soft voice.

and then he pressed his lips to yours. his other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

and god, did he taste the same. lando had a way with his lips. it was a talent. he kissed you like he needed your lips to survive. he was desperate for your touch as if he had been starving without it.

you were so lost in the feeling that you hadn't realised how far you had pushed him until the back of his knees hit the couch, and he fell on top of it.

his eyes were wide, mouth hanging open. his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, exposing his chest and toned abs.

the two of you stared at each other, eyes searching the other's.

"i love you." he murmured for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.

maybe it was the way his blue eyes bore into yours, or the way his lips quivered, or maybe it was the fact that he had driven across the city to say this.

but for the first time that night, you believed him. and suddenly, the anger was gone. it was all gone.

"i love you, too." you whispered.

it was the only thing the two of you needed. the confirmation, the reassurance. the love.

you leaned down and connected your lips once more, hand reaching up to his curls and tugging lightly. he moaned into the kiss, pulling you on top of him.

your tongue entered his mouth, the taste of him making you lightheaded. his hands roamed over your body, the feeling of his skin against yours.

"baby," he whispered between kisses, "i want you so bad. i've waited so long."

his lips trailed along your jaw and down your neck, sucking marks into the sensitive skin.

"i want you," he murmured against the crook of your neck, "so fucking bad."

but he pulled away, flipping the two of you over so he was on top of you. he took off his shirt, and rested his head on your chest. he cleared his throat, "i should've asked this question earlier, but are you single?"

"yeah." you chuckled, running a hand through his curls.

"so, can i be your boyfriend?"

"lando norris," you hummed, "did you finally get the guts to ask me out?"

"yes," he smiled, lifting his head up to look at you, "yes, i did. will you be my girlfriend?"

"you're a dork."

"that's not an answer."

"yes," you laughed, "yes, i'll be your girlfriend."

lando grinned, and you grinned back.

yeah, it wasn't casual anymore.

(u guys im so sorry if i've tagged someone who doesnt want to be tagged i just had no idea how to let non-followers know part 2 is out bcs tumblr is not letting me reply to comments😭if anyone wants their tag removed, feel free to dm me!! i hope u liked this) @oscarpiassrri @meglouise00 @f1fantasys @technicallypleasanttree @ggaslyp1 @obxstiles @nataliambc @prudyhoo @idkwtdwml123 @ushygushybaby @emilyroxy @yootvi @fishingarden @pillowprincess4him @herexpertcollector

[ssuperrnnovaa]

— WHEN THEY FALL IN LOVE..

or, when there's no turning back for the first years.

a/n: first writing post.. AHH edit 1: i forgot to add things I DIDNT PROOFREAD SORRY

when ace trappola falls in love..

he's still the same guy. but almost sweet, almost kind.

but he's a master of his secrets. parts his mouth just to spew another joke about your appearance or how you did on that potionology test the other day - that same glint of hesitation in his eyes, that unsure croak of his voice just before he delivers another nasty quip about your face. like a punchline stuck in his throat - too funny to laugh at, too funny to acknowledge.

funny how he'd said he'd "rather hang out with his friends than find love", and here he is; laying in his bed. at 3 am. head filled with nothing but thoughts of you.

he'll let it simmer. wait for you to realize - wait for you to notice him, not just the facade he puts up. not the prankster he is in class, or the troublemaker you have to put up with.

wait for you to love him back.

when deuce spade falls in love..

he's trying his very best.

deuce was never much of a charmer - the guy's been a delinquent for most of his life; feared, not loved. he only sees (romantic) love in the movies - terrible rom-coms, poignant love stories.. you name it. deuce has no idea about love.

(his lack of knowledge gets worse with you.)

deuce tries - keyword, tries to keep his composure in front of you. he fails, miserably. his face? turning red. words? none. palms? sweating. and pride? absolutely crushed.

he apologizes to you later, blames it on the heat or how he forgot about another ridiculous rule. calls up his mom and his mouth is a dam - like he suddenly gained the ability to talk 10 minutes later. tells her all about you, as if she doesn't know your entire genetic code just from hearing him talk.

maybe one day.

when jack howl falls in love..

it's unyielding - unyielding, but quiet.

jack doesn't date for fun; never has, never will. he doesn't chase anyone.

wolves mate for life - you know it when jack immediately shuts down the idea of even having a crush or having an ex, saying that he's "focused on self-betterment" or "waiting for the right person". you're convinced that not even cupid could get him to fall in love.

but for you? that discipline shatters.

it happens during a study session in ramshackle when you're idly playing with his ears - making fun of that stone-cold persona when in reality he's melting under your touch. he catches himself after five minutes of bliss, thoughts of the future flooding his brain; "what if i won't be a good partner to them? what if i let them down?'

to jack, love isn't a game; love's not the way he feels embarrassingly giddy after you squeeze his hand or poke his bicep. love's permanent. forever. and it terrifies him.

when epel felmier falls in love..

it's fierce.

epel's not soft - in fact, he's everything but. he'd do anything to be seen as strong by you; even if it meant burying his own feelings.

epel was never much of a dreamer - let alone a lovey-dovey kind of guy. he despises those mushy romance stories, calling them "dumb as a box of rocks", grimacing when he watches the leads kiss.

yet.. he can't help but be entranced. by you.

he scoffs a little too loudly for vil's comfort, but in his head, he's repeating the same mantra over and over again in his head - "i'm not some silly little girl moonin' over someone. i've got better things to do with my time. besides, love is for babies."

yet, his defenses crumble when you ever do so much as breathe in his direction, and suddenly, he's back to square one.

when sebek zigvolt falls in love..

it's fervent.

sebek is passionate about a lot of things - his duty as a retainer, malleus, academics, and you.

you, a mere human that could quiet him down with just a finger to your lip. you, a mere human who keeps him awake at night and restless, overthinking. yearning.

it's foolish, he tells himself. tells himself it's just a small crush as if it's not all-consuming, as if he's not avoiding you all together just so he could have peace of mind.

is it the right thing to do? no. will it keep him unbothered? absolutely not. and will he come to terms with his feelings?... unlikely.

[dokyumms]

seventeen's reaction to you getting mobbed at the airport !

pairing: ot13 x reader

genre: fluff, angst?

word count: 949

cw: mobbing/mobs

a/n: request done for anon !! lowkey feels weird to put an exclamation point at the end of this title but that's just how i do my ot13 posts so... IT DID NOT TAKE ME NEARLY A WEEK TO WRITE THIS I'VE JUST BEEN BUSY

scoups - runs straight toward you the second he sees people reaching out at you, maybe even pushing other people out of the way as he does. he's almost furious, and i say almost because there's a part of him that's just worried about you. he hates that the same people who admire him would harass you, the love of his life. and he's most definitely not afraid to be your own personal bodyguard, going as far as to shove people who try to touch you.

jeonghan - to put it simply, he's confused and upset. he doesn't even know something's wrong till he turns his head around to check on you and sees you practically being stampeded. "hey? what's going on?" he would try to call out, but he can only get to you when you've both gone through security. "are you okay? i'm so sorry..." he'd murmur, feeling guilty about not being able to protect you.

joshua - normally, joshua can maintain his composure, but this time, he doesn't even try to hide his frustration. he's serious about his loved ones. how are these people considered his fans? he doesn't try to do anything for the media, not acknowledging the cameras or anyone else but you. "it's going to be okay, love. i got you." he'd whisper into your ear, putting his arms around you as he guides you out of the crowd.

jun - not sure how to word this, but he's physically putting himself in front of you out of pure instinct because he has no idea what to do. does it make it better? well not necessarily, but he'd rather have people harassing him than you. ironically, he’s still checking up on you even though people are shoving and reaching at him left and right. “hey, you okay- ow- băobèi? just making sure- hey!“

hoshi - he really can't control his anger when he sees people start to pull at your hair and clothes. even though he's wearing a mask, anyone could tell he's mad as he pulls you toward him protectively. will probably get upset with himself after he calms down, randomly hugging you hours later, apologizing for letting anyone touch you like that even though you tell him hundreds of times it's not his fault.

wonwoo - wonwoo already has airport anxiety, so this doesn't go well. he literally had an iron grip on your hand, but that was barely enough to prevent you from being tugged away. he's panicked, eyes widened as he holds onto you with his life. but when it's all over and he's calmer, he'll comfort you, pulling you into his chest and he rubs a soothing finger over the bruised area of your wrist as an apology for his tight grip.

woozi - mad, mad, and mad. he really doesn't understand why fans can't just respect people's personal space. would also become your personal body guard, telling the people who reach out at you to back off. his frustrated persona wears off the minute you two are alone, though. he would check up on you before giving you a kiss on the forehead, a silent promise to protect you.

dk - he's probably confused and panicked. "hey, hey, hey. what's going on?" he'd say as he notices a drastic volume change in the crowd. when he realizes it has to do with you, he gets scared, immediately pulling you back so you two are practically stuck together. cannot go on social media after, not wanting to relive the moment again, opting to stay stuck to you instead and make sure you're safe.

mingyu - absolutely heart broken :( at least he's got those arms though, allowing him to easily block the unwanted hands away from you, but after, he can't stop thinking about it. he keeps holding onto you, replaying the moment over and over before you nudge him, asking why he's holding onto you so tightly. you don't get an answer though, he just hugs you tighter.

the8 - frustrated !!! there's really nothing he can do, and it makes him feel useless, but he's irritated over all things. as soon as you're somewhat safe, he puts his arm around you protectively, glaring at the crowd. don't be surprised when he suddenly gets into a scandal because he posts something clearly targeted toward those fans 👀

seungkwan - very very worried, might even yell just a littleee bit out of fear for you. definitely one to make an attempt to shield you from the crowd or pull you out of it. once you're free, he hugs you tightly and doesn't let go till you're both at the boarding gate. he feels really bad after because after all, they're his fans, so he apologizes over and over, nearly crying.

vernon - this is definitely one of those times where vernon can't control his emotions all that well. he's completely caught off guard, just barely being able to use a swift arm to tug you back. and even though he's wide eyed and confused, he rubs a hand down your side as he tries to reassure you that you're safe. "it's okay, we're all good now. it's all good,"

dino - he's part of the body guard line for sure, pulling you close to him and practically guiding you out of the crowd as if he's actually part of the security team. the poor guy is soooo worried after, scanning your body for even a hint of damage. pulls you in for a hug as well, rambling about how scared he was despite how professionally he handled it. "oh my god, you're not hurt right? what just happened..."

[ink-stainedkiss]

Hugs & Kisses

MDNI!

Synopsis: All of the Jjk men love Valentine’s day, but they all like it for a different reason.

Including: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Ryomen Sukuna,Toji Fushiguro,

A/N: sooo ik it’s been 4 days since valentine’s but let’s just close our eyes and pretend im not late. I got sick while on my trip and these past 2 days i’ve been stuck in bed. Sorry for the delay, forgive me 🙏🥲 also am i insane for writing this much on my first ever smut post??? Idk i guess i got way to invested, but i hope you guys like it💕

Word Count: 3.2 k

Contents: Smut!, p in v, oral [m! & f! receiving], doggy, mating press, breeding k!, fingering, cowgirl, Sukunas stomach mouth ;)), light sub & dom, light dom & sub, crying, overstim, teasing, dirty talk, orgasm denying,

Satoru Gojo loves Valentine’s day because he’s able to show you off proudly, drowning you in presents, kisses, and candy. Pda is his specialty, but it really shows when the day winds down and he has you all alone.

He’ll be so sweet, dragging you into every store, buying everything you touch, and not even blinking as he swipes his card. However, the loverboy facade drops the moment you enter your shared apartment. He will slam his lips onto yours, leading you blindly into the bedroom as he continues to explore your mouth. Clothes are discarded on the floor and Satoru is frenzied to get you on top of him.

Mumbling sweet words for only you to hear, he lifts your shirt over your head, noting the lacy blue bra you decided to wear. That only makes him more ravenous and it’s off in an instant. His tongue swirled around your mouth, both of his hands cupping your breast, grunting as your clothed cunt rubbed against his bulge. You had him trapped between your legs, but Satoru wouldn’t want it any other way.

He pulled away from the feverish kiss, staring up at you with a look full of deep affection,”How did I get so lucky to have you?” He whispered, now holding onto your face,”Are you getting sappy while I'm on top of you right now?” You joked, raising a brow. He chuckled, planting small kisses on your cheeks,”Is a man not allowed to express his love?”

Something darker flashes over your eyes and you lean in,”How about you express your love by letting me ride you?” Satoru flashed his pearly teeth and his boxers were off in the blink of an eye. He watched you as you hovered over his cock, smirking to himself, but it quickly dissolves into a thin line as he hisses out.

You must be soaking since you practically slid onto him,”Holy s-shit, you’re, hah-sooo tight.” You guys have fucked multiple times, so it’s not like this was a shocker to Satoru, still he basically felt like a virgin when you swallowed him up. Your walls were squeezing him so good, he could probably bust right here. Though that would ruin his cool-guy persona. Again, that thought died once you started to rock against his hips.

A shaky pant pushed past Satoru’s lips and he threw his head back onto the pillows,”Fuck,ngh-you’re killin’ me.” His words didn’t reach you and you continued to bounce on his cock. With a loud moan, you strained your neck back and put your hands on Satoru’s large thighs. A ring of precum began to surround the base of Satoru’s cock as you lifted up and down, creating lewd noises. You picked up your speed, making the man below you grow louder.

“S-slow, mfg-fuckkk, slow down,” He slurred desperately, though he didn’t mean it. He would probably start crying if you actually did. Satoru became more needy and started to buck up, meeting you halfway to slam his hard cock into your cunt.

Satoru’s cock twitched inside of you and you could hear his stifled whines,”Baby,hngh b-baby m’cumminggg!” He sprayed ropes of his cum into you, pairing your insides, but you weren’t done yet, so even as he squeaked and squirmed under you, you didn’t stop. Satoru’s hands had fallen off your waist, now laying next to his head. You were fully in control, riding him like the night wouldn’t end.

Tears slipped past Satoru’s eyelids, facing you with a pathetic look,”S’too much, mhg-fuckk,” He trembled,”Baby, ngh-ohhh shit. I c-can’t, I can't,” You gave him an evil smile, not pausing your movements whatsoever,”You’re the strongest right?”

Satoru gasped as you slammed down on his cock, but nodded quickly despite his weakened state. You leaned in close, your breath fanning his ear,” Then you are gonna fuckin’ take me like the strongest.”

⏦ﾟ♡︎

Suguru Geto loves Valentine’s day because after a full day of gifts and shopping, he sees you in a breathtaking set of lingerie.

He loved them all, each color complimenting you. Dark purple was his favorite, for an obvious reason. Suguru couldn’t wait a second before tacking you to the bed and tearing the thin fabric off. You’ll complain about the ruined outfit, but it’ll be your last thought as Suguru quietly apologizes into your skin, his soft lips gliding down your thighs.

“I’ll get you a new one,My love.” One he most definitely will deface the same way this one was. Geto chuckles at how squeamish and fidgety you are. You were never one for teasing and he knows it, but the desperate need on your face is all the pleasure Geto needs.

It’s a bit crazy how sweet Geto acts, kissing you, saying small praises, only to deny your orgasm. You were so so close, practically riding his face, but just as you were about to come loose, he lifted his tongue from your cunt. A gasp leaves your mouth and Geto just laughs,”I wanna have a bit of fun with you, so just try and hold it a bit longer.”

He says so calmly, as if he’s not rubbing your clit with excruciatingly tiny circles. That’s the least of your worries as he aligns himself with your achy hole,”Just relax.” His reminder doesn’t help and he slides himself into your pussy agonizingly slow. His cock immediately fills you up, forcing a pained moan from you. Geto placed his large hand against your stomach as he grinds into you, making the feeling ten times more pleasant. It was torture.

Geto bends down, placing soft and teasing kisses to your neck. Your panting as he picks up his pace. You try to focus on your other senses: the slapping of skin, Geto’s faint moans next to your ear, his hands gripping on your waist, the smell of sex in the room. Sight was out of the question since you were forcing your eyes closed. Pornographic moans racked from your chest as Geto reached his hand toward your pussy and rubbed your clit.

Your back arched off the bed. Your scream being stifled by your lip in between teeth,”Fuck! Mm’ close-mghh” Groaning loudly, Geto watched your desperate state. Your body jolted and jerked against his hold and it was obvious you were close. He had admired you too long and you stared up at him with water-filled eyes,”Geto-nngh-pleaseee let me c-cum.” The words came out like a cry, your voice scratchy and weak from moaning so viciously.

Geto carried your cheek gently, a hint of mischief in his eye as he debated on seeing just how long you could deny yourself release, but thankfully, he wasn’t a monster,”Go ahead, my love.”

The fire that pooled in your abdomen finally exploded. Chills ran up your skin and you let out a shattering cry. You screamed out Geto’s name as white light flashed over your closed eyes. By the time you opened your eyes, you were breathless. Chest heaving, you saw Geto staring down at the mess you made. The pool of pleasure below you was evident and you could only wince as Geto slid his cock in and out of your flooded cunt. The sounds were obscene, but it only fueled Geto.

You met his gaze with a tired look, body still shaking from the intense orgasm. Though Geto was far from done, it was clear from the spark of sinfulness in his eyes,”How many times do you think I could make you do that again?”

⏦ﾟ♡︎

Kento Nanami loves Valentine’s day because he plans the most extravagant date and spoils you rotten. He also fucks you like it’s your last night on earth together.

Since he spoils you the entire day, you return the favor by jerking him off properly. Taking his hefty cock in your hands, you watch as his eyes practically roll to the back of his head,”Fuck-just like that.” His hips buck into your warm palms, craving the friction, but if you are feeling brave, you pull away, leaving him with nothing.

Vulnerable whines sneak their way through his lips, but Kento will cover them with small coughs or grunts, opting to plead ask kindly for you to continue,”Honey, god- would you please keep touching me?” The slight worry in his eyes is enough to make you break, going right back to his cock. His grip on the sheets is iron tight, but he reaches for your head when you begin to take him into your mouth.

Kento uses your mouth to get off, though he adores you, he can’t help to submit to the utter pleasure you're giving him. So much to the point he craves to hear more strained moans and gags as he fucks into your mouth. When he cums, he’s not surprised to see you have swallowed every drop of his sperm. Your hair is a mess, salvia glosses over your lips, your cheeks are flushed, but you have never looked prettier.

Valentine’s day is always the day he thinks he’s ready for a kid. He would have you in a mean mating press, your freshly bought set of nails marking his skin. Between his battered breaths and choked out moans, he’ll babble on about how pretty you’d look with a baby bump. You're too lost in his furious pounding to question it, tears streaming down your face, and you don’t hesitate to agree.

“Gunna fuck a baby into you Sweetheart,” He grunts with each snap of his hips. It makes you gasp, but he silences your shock with another thrust. He abuses your g-spot over and over, the knot in your stomach tightening to its limit.

When you finally cum all over Kento’s cock, he doesn’t want to stop. He continues to bully your overstimulated pussy, rough thumb circling your clit and becoming more wild by your orgasm. By the time your high has calmed down, Kento is using his large fingers to gather any of cum that spilled from your fluttering cunt and sliding it back into you. A soft whine escapes your mouth, but Kento shushes you gently,”I hope our baby has your eyes, Honey.”

⏦ﾟ♡︎

Ryomen Sukuna loves Valentine’s day because loves the way your eyes sparkle at the new jewelry set he got you.

The set is priceless. (since he most likely slaughtered a leader back then and stole it from them, but the gesture is still sweet) He isn’t quite sure what the purpose of this holiday is, but he knows that by the end of the night you’ll be under him, so he doesn’t mind.

It was a bit romantic how he forced you to strip but said to keep the beautiful diamonds around your neck. They were covered in jewels, a blood red ruby being the center charm. You couldn’t help but think that was the reason Sukuna gifted it to you. Though, that’s not on your mind as you ride his stomach’s tongue.

Your hands are scrambling to find balance atop his chest,while his hands are firmly placed on your hips. His large tongue delves into your soaked pussy, finding new spots to tease with the hot organ. Sukuna continues to giggle below you, watching closely as your face screws in the utmost pleasure. He barely has to do anything, letting his adorable girlfriend try and take him whole.

You have already came on his tongue twice, but the feeling is far too good to stop. Your moans are like a symphony to Sukunas ears and as you grind yourself onto his stomach, he watches the light glisten over the large ruby hanging from your neck. He can see the saliva gathering in your mouth, but before it can fall out, he lifts your head with one hand, forcing you to look at him. You swallow harshly, still bouncing on his abs, which were wet with your juices and sweat.

“You said you could take it.” Sukuna restates, smirking at your fucked-out look,”Were you lying to me?” The words come out like a purr and Sukuna had to grip your jaw tighter to make you speak,”I-i can. fuckkk,” short hiccups interrupted your babbling as Sukuna’s tongue reached your cervix. A deep laugh rumbled in his chest as you slammed your eyes shut.

His large tongue curled inside of you, forcing a scream from you. Your vision darkened and your mind grew fuzzy. All you could feel was the tightness in your stomach growing so big until it washed over you like electricity. Your orgasm came like a flash, making you quake even as it slipped away. Sukuna swallowed your juices in an instant. Well his stomach did. The anatomy wasn’t important since he reached out a hand, swiping between your folds and admiring the stickers strands on his fingers. He placed his index and middle in his mouth, sucking your cum off his fingers with a satisfied hum,”Just as sweet as ever.”

You were weak and delirious, falling on top of Sukuna’s sticky chest. He mended your flesh, focusing mainly on your ass, but the short massage felt nice. Sadly, the sweet moment faded as his tongue exited your dripping cunt, and you felt him lift you up, rubbing his hard tip against your fluttering lips. Your eyebrows creased in a small plea, but Sukuna only clicked his tongue,”Did I say we were done?”

⏦ﾟ♡︎

Toji Fushiguro loves Valentine’s day because he gets to splurge his checks on his favorite girl, though it’s not as expensive, it still makes your heart flutter. Though he doesn’t mind when the decorations of balloons and rose petals are ultimately destroyed after he pounces on you.

It’s the same every year. Toji wants to be romantic, dropping his usual erotic style of sex just for the holiday, but the switch is almost animalistic the way he turns into a beast after just a few thrusts. You will be laying on the bed, letting out soft and delicate moans as Toji ruts into you, but in the blink of an eye, he will have you face down ass up. Your back is so arched it almost hurts, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t going to end up begging him to fuck you like this.

Toji pounded his cock into you with brutal force, ripping a choked moan from your throat. A beefy arm was wrapped around your hips and you could feel the fact that Toji was bulging in your stomach. He laid against your back, his hot breath fanning on your ear as he spoke,”Happy Valentine’s day, Doll.” He was already so lost in your cunt and Toji was pretty shocked to get out a full sentence.

Your gummy walls swallowed him whole, practically milking him where he kneeled. He groaned as he pulled out half way, a chorus of wet fluids and cum sounding out together,”God, do you hear her? She’s just begging me to fill her up.” A pathetic whine slipped from your lips and you put your face into the pillows as an escape.

A ‘tsk’ noise sounded from Toji and you felt his large hand card through your hair and yank you back up. He pulled you up hard enough to the point you were both kneeling, his arm now keeping you upright,”Aw, don’t get shy now,” He thrusted up into you, making you cry out,”Doll, we’re just gettin’ started.”

His cock rested inside of you, twitching and completely stuffing you. You opened your mouth, but only small moans and whines fell out. Toji hummed teasingly, gripping your hair and making your head fall onto your shoulder,”Gotta use your words. I don’t know what you want, if you don’t speak Baby,” You were so embarrassed, but so turned on.

“Ngh,plea-shit.” You were tearing up, so distressed to make your boyfriend fuck you,”Please, f-fuck me Toji.” He didn’t need to be told twice.

⏦ﾟ♡︎

Choso Kamo loves Valentine’s day because he gets to spend the whole time cuddling and showering you in affection. The chocolate covered strawberries and candy taste good, but what tastes better is your soaking cunt on his tongue.

Your hand is gripping onto Choso’s dark hair like a life-line, vision going in and out as he devours you. It’s somewhat your fault for making him so needy for you. You both had been out in public, having no time for privacy, and now that you two were home, Choso wasn’t going to let you go. His hands are wrapped around your thighs, dragging you closer and closer to his hot mouth. Choso eats you out all the time, but there was a certain lust that flooded his veins when he was denied of you for too long.

Your first orgasm was like white lighting, cracking down through your core and silencing the world around you. You only gained some grip of reality when Choso slurped your juices quickly, his tongue flicking over your puffy clit occasionally and making you jolt. However, you knew you were in for a ride when his hold on you grew tighter and he rose from his place between your legs,” One more? C’mon, Sweetheart, it is a Holiday.”

His mouth and chin was covered in your slick. There was a small cloud of desire that blocked his vision and before you could give a shaky answer, he was already sucking on your clit. Yelping, you wrapped your thighs around Choso’s head, making him groan. The sound reverberated through your cunt and forced another moan from you.

By the time your second orgasm came, you were already gone. You were shaking, mumbling nonsense, and overstimulated. Each swipe of Choso’s tongue makes you gasp. Choso drank up your fluid like a man lost in the desert, not wasting a single drop. Tears welled in your eyes as he dragged his tongue flat along your lips, making you whine,”c-cho, please-mfg,so good,” Tears slip down your face, your words barely making it too Choso’s ears. (which may or may not because your thighs were covering them)

He looked up again, but slid two of his fingers past your puffy folds,”What was your favorite part about today?” He questioned innocently, as if he wasn’t fingering you. You let out a gasp as his lanky finger grazed over your g-spot, but left just as quick,”mghhh, I-i liked the,” gasping as he kitten licked your clit,”The flowers!” You squeaked

“I liked the f-flowers, ohh fuck, and-hnghh, the dinner!” You yelped the last part as Choso dragged a long stripe on your cunt. He hummed against your heat, making you jolt,”I liked spending time with you today, it was nice seeing you smile so much.” Your teeth grated against each other as you nodded, craving more of Choso. You tried shifting yourself closer to Choso’s tongue as he gave your cunt occasional licks, but either he didn’t get the hint or was ignoring them, he didn’t give you what you wanted.

“I also liked the restaurant we visited, it was super-“

“Choso!” You interrupted him. He perked up, curiosity in his eyes. You squeezed your eyes shut, completely caving to Choso’s will,” Please. Just fuck me.” That time Choso finally understood, clearer than ever.

[redwinelewis]

SPORTS CAR | LH44

type one shot (no part 2 requests pls)

pairing lewis hamilton x southeast asian!reader

summary you and lewis take a ride in his sports car, one way or another

warnings 18+. set during singapore gp (it hasn't happened yet but idgaf). reader is southeast asian. smut. car sex. sub!lewis bcs the world needs it (also #i tried). unprotected sex (use condoms, kids). masturbation. eye contact. idk man just listen to that one tate mcrae song like that's the whole warning lol. english is not my first language.

author's note unedited. i got tired and my phone battery was about to die just as they are about to bone so i'm sorry if this feels messy (bcs it is 😭😭)

gif credit | masterlist

lewis knew you could come today. just like every other time when he called, nevermind the nasty words thrown before he walked out of your apartment months ago. doesn't matter what the status of your relationship was with him.

"i'm sorry" "let me make it up to you"

and attached below would be a plane ticket to melbourne. he was static the moment he saw you in front of his hotel suite, as if unable to believe that you were really here after the names you threw at each other. he was not sure what to do. afraid to talk, to touch you.

but you stepped inside like you owned the place. touch his face as if you were able to recognize how fragile he was after the race. then dropped to your knees on your own like he was a celestial being to worship. like you instantly knew what he needed was the heaven that is your mouth to take him deep, to make him forget about all the things that went wrong during the race.

you let him grab your hair. pull you up to bite your lip, desperate to draw blood darker than the ferrari he drove. he spanked your ass red like he was punishing himself for every car he couldn't overtake, for every time a strategy went wrong. and he'd fucked you stupid every time.

don't get it twisted. you and lewis loved each other, as every couple do. you loved him sincerely, not for the seven times champion of the world that he is, but for who he is beneath that glamourous persona. you loved him for lewis who doesn't like the smell of onions. who would ignore his nutritioner's advice and hide a sweet treat in his house every once in a while. who likes to tangle up his cold feet to yours every night under the cover. he bared himself to you more than he ever did with anyone else. but it was never a proper relationship. blame it on distance, blame it on commitment. maybe his name. perhaps you couldn't keep up with his fame. but lewis let the frustration of his work got to him even after he promised you that it wouldn't.

you love him, but you were not about to babysit his emotions. just like every othe ticking bomb, when the time's up, it exploded.

the first time he ghosted you and sent a break up text the next day, you weren't phased.

you've always known.

maybe some part of you expected this to happen. being with him was already a dream. perhaps when he walked out of your door without any word, it was time for you to wake up.

but he came back. and you still let him crawl back to bed with you. whispered apologies about things that he will most definitely do again. fucked you slow like you're still his.

because you are.

and the cycle continues.

singapore isn't any different.

the heat of the country doesn't compare to the one in this vintage ferrari, even after putting the air-conditioner to the highest setting and lowering the windows just enough to let the cold night air inside. lewis is next to you, one hand controlling the steering steadily with ease, the other on his lap with his eyes on the road. he has changed into a more comfortable clothes post-race, ditching his race suit to a plain white shirt that hugged every curve of his muscles deliciously alongside a cap paired with a luxurious dior jeans. he gave his jacket to you in the garage before the light went out, in which you tied around your hips before getting inside his car.

the vehicle is silent save it for the low hum of his playlist playing the weeknd on the radio. it's almost two in the morning, and the roads are quiet with almost no other car in sight except for a black mpv behind, driven by lewis' bodyguard.

when the car stops at red light, the british man finally speaks.

"i didn't think you'd come." he says, his voice a low but audible mumble without looking at you.

"i would always come." you avoid his eyes as well as you reply calmly, save it for the storm currently brewing in your heart.

"you didn't have to."

"i want to." your reply is quicker this time

"why?"

"because you need me."

pause.

you answered fast but confident. you did not stutter. like it was a no brainer to you. you catch how his grip on the steering wheel tightens slightly. his jaw flexes like he's restraining himself from speaking.

he doesn't like that you're right, doesn't like how you immediately read his text when he asked you to come to the grand prix here. without hesitation, no thinking about it twice.

"i keep treating you like you were replaceable." the way he said it was as if he was afraid of admitting the truth but knew that it had to come out eventually.

"no. if that were the case, you would have cheated. it's the expectations that got to you. the weight to perform, and i understand." pause. "it's the radio silence i don't like. that you don't trust me enough to share your world with me. you never talked, you just fucked me and disappeared. and you came back when you feel that things are about to crumble again."

the light finally changes to green, signalling him to drive again but he doesn't, letting the car mingle in the middle of the empty road.

when he finally turns to look at you, you see through the corner of your eyes that his are dark and intense with hidden emotions that he never showed before. and then finally he utters the million dollar question, quiet, like the answer will wreck him. "then why do you let me come back?"

you meet his eyes and answer like you've been waiting your whole life for this moment.

"because i love you." the words just slip out like they're instinct, and you have to bite your lower lip to keep yourself together. "because i know that under all the bravado and insecurities, you're actually a good man who cares. and i know you love me too. i'm just waiting for the time where you finally trust me."

lewis looks away. he exhales, and it's a strangled and choked up sound that seems like it was ripped out of his throat as the car moves again.

you could see the muscles in his jaw working, clenching and unclenching. his veins popping like they're trying to escape his skin. he's a known man of control. of composure. and right now he's trying to keep everything down. his thoughts, his feelings. fighting the guilt and shame that's overwhelming him with a force that never seemed to break.

for a moment, you want to reach for him. touch his skin. caress his face. comfort him. the same way you've always did when he walks into your space in vulnerability. when he feels like the sky is coming down on him. like he's the force that keeps this world together.

but you're exhausted too. of loving him so blindly to the point where you don't care if your feelings and your body are being discarded easily like they meant nothing to him after you gave him everything.

so you stay quiet. resting your hand on the handbrake, fingers wrapped around the cylinder, thumb absentmindedly brushing back and forth across the tip.

lewis almost choked on his breath when he saw.

he doesn't know if you did it on purpose to taunt him or not. the gesture makes him remember all the ways you touched him before. familiar and practiced. undoubted and confident. every touch seems to be made for him. that thumb of yours that's lazily brushing over the head of the handbrake was on his skin just a couple of weeks ago. your lips near his ears, whispering sweet nothings to distract him from the disasterous race in baku.

and then the shame and guilt flood back, like they always do. how dare he, being this greedy for you, while knowing damn well that he has done nothing to deserve it. to deserve you. your touch, your attention, your love.

but does lewis care?

no.

and so he speaks. "do you trust me?"

you jerk back to reality after your mind wandered somewhere else. your hand stops moving on the handbrake, now back to your lap, completely unaware of the effect that your previous action had on him.

you stare at lewis, taking in his sudden question. he's keeping his eyes on the road, but you could sense that something has shifted in the last couple of seconds.

"depends on what for." you say warily.

"i'm about to do something reckless."

an alarm bell starts blaring inside your head as soon as the answer leaves his mouth. reckless? the word "reckless" with lewis hamilton doesn't mix well. because lewis hamilton is not a man of chaos. or randomness or doing anything in a spur of the moment. he plans his outfits a week prior, arranges his instagram feed to match, schedules his errands for the whole month.

the difference tonight is having you next to him and you make him behaves the way he never thought he would.

you shift slight in your seat, asking carefully. "what do you mean?"

lewis doesn't answer. instead, he changes his gear, moves to a different lane and turns left without warning. both the speed of the car and your heartbeat accelerate, and you almost scream, grabbing your seatbelt and his thigh simultaneously to steady yourself in your seat.

"lewis!"

he pays no mind. flooring the pedal, his gaze switches back and forth between the back mirror and the road, trying to lose his bodyguards behind.

the car takes a several unexpected and random turns. and when lewis is sure that the sight of the mpv is gone, he slows down and parks his ferrari in an alley dark and quiet enough.

"you're fucking insane." you say, taking a harsh tone but without any malice. just a fact.

lewis doesn't comment, because you're right.

and you're the cause.

"where are we? what is this?" you demand.

lewis turns off the engine before glancing at you, unbuckling his seatbelt without looking away.

"you know what this is."

oh.

you shiver. swallowing. you recognize the dark look in his eyes. the way eay his pupils are blown in an undoubted lust. the low register of his voice is familiar, making you almost clench your thighs together.

"tell me to stop and i will. i'll send you home. i'll leave you alone. we can break up for good if you want to. i swear." his hand is still on the steering wheel. knuckles pale, restraining himself from acting until he hears your explicit consent.

you bite the inside of your cheek. he's giving your the window. and you should have taken it. you should have left. save yourself from more disappointment and hurt. break up with him for real.

but instead you scoff in bitterness.

"you're giving me a choice. how noble." how easy for him to just "end this". to leave, to run like he always did, but permanently this time. leaving you in an endless agony.

"i've hurt you enough. treated you like you were just a body not the woman i'm in love with. please. if you don't want to go, then use me instead."

your lips parted in disbelief at his request. it is unlike him to be like this, to ask of this. the great lewis hamilton is used to have things under control, commanding an entire room with his presence alone.

but now he wants to flip the script. instead of taking you for himself, he wants to be at your mercy. to feel the things that he made you feel previously. because after what he put you through, he knows that he deserves it.

"i'm going to ruin you." you say like it's a promise.

it is.

"please." and he wants it.

you seal it with a kiss.

it's not sweet, it's not soft. it's hard and messy. a revenge of those nights where he made you feel like you were just a piece of meat.

"you fucking love this, don't you?" you say, and lewis confirms it with a moan.

he does. he loves the way you grab his chin, claiming his mouth like he never tasted any other woman in his life. loves the way you bite his lip, sucking on his tongue like you want to destroy him. the groan that left your own mouth is music to his ears.

love the way you claw at his clothes, grinding your legs together because you still couldn't get enough of him.

"backseat." you say and he nods hungrily. both of you scramble to the backseat.

"touch yourself."

lewis pauses, still trying to catch his breath. "wh-what?"

despite the darkness, you see his eyes widen. but you didn't stutter. he wants you to wreck him, and you will.

"i want you to touch yourself while you're looking at me."

his cock twitches at the order. he's so used to being in charge, on and off the track, having and taking control over everything. he realizes that this is s what he asked for. but the idea of submission is still so foreign but not unwelcome.

his expensive dior jeans are barely off, just enough to free his hard cock, already leaks with pre-cum, demanding attention. his fingers wrapped around it, giving a few light stroke. a moan manages to leave his gritted teeth. he looks like he doesn't know where to start at first, but his gaze is locked at you, determined.

you swallow, desire spreading throughout your body as you watch how he's trying to put on a little show for you. your eyes roam over his body. the hardness of his cock, the goosebumps on his exposed skin. how his shoulders and arms tremble and ragged breath going in and out of his lips.

"you're hard already." you say, an almost casual statement that betrays the heat on your skin. "you're that desperate for me?"

he manages to let out a small breathless laugh, tilting his head back in a way that reveals his throat while keeping eye contact with you.

"o-only for you, sweetie— fuck...." he gasps, voice low and heavy with desire.

his jaw clenches as his hand starts to move, up and down on his hard length at a much more demanding pace. his eyes never leave you, watching as you drink in the way he's falling apart for your entertainment.

you bite your lip, your own pussy throbbing, calling his dick home. you're getting desperate yourself, wanting to undress him. running your nails across his broad body, biting into his flesh. you want to feel and touch every inch of him, on your own accord.

you force yourself to wait. it's not everyday you get to see lewis like this. it's not everyday he would let himself being controlled like this. the view is intoxicating, as if you are witnessing the secrets that he keeps behind closed doors. what he looks like when he's desperate for a release, when you weren't there to take care of him.

lewis is about to come. you can tell. you recognize his tells. the whine that fall from his quivering mouth. the way his breathing getting more ragged. his muscles tensing.

you crawl to him, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. his hand pauses as he moans, exhaling deeply into your mouth. his sounds then turn into a series of whimpers as your hand takes its turn on his cock, stroking him as you did with the handbrake earlier. pumping him in that perfect pace that has him ready to fall apart any minute now.

but not yet. you stop. lewis doesn't even get to react as you already bunch up your skirt, pushing your soaked panties to the side before you straddle his hips. breaking the kiss, you hold on to his shoulders as he does on your hips as if his life depends on it.

you don't sink down. not yet. just positioning your entrance above his cock, rolling your hips to tease his tip in a circle that drives him mad the longer he's not inside you.

your hands go up to remove the band that tied his braids together, grabbing a handful of them before pulling his head back, exposing his throat further. other hand gripping on his white calvin klein shirt, not giving a fuck if it's wrinkled or ruined.

"look at me." you almost growl. "beg."

you want him to feel what you feel. when he makes you beg and cry for his joy. you want him to get a taste of it.

every string of curses and hisses that are drawn from his tongue feels like a confession of his wrongdoings. a way to redeem himself and show how much of himself he's willing to give. he never had to do this, yet here he is. because he wants to. for you.

"please. oh god, please. i love you. i fucking love you. let me be inside you. please, sweetie."

he looks desperate. he sounds helpless. his fingers digging into you like he's afraid you'll take away the relief he's about to get.

and the love confession, the nickname, the praises... how many times have you heard them before? uttered whenever he's at his peak only to never be heard again in any other occasion.

still, you let yourself be a fool once more for him.

"fuck, sweetie." lewis moans as you sink down on his length, sharing a seat on his lap. he throws his head back, eyes shut tight like heaven is your pussy that he just enters. "f-fuck.... it's so tight."

you whimper, biting a purple mark into his skin as you let yourself adjust to his size. every single time, it feels like you're being split open on him. no matter how many times you've done it, that stretch that follows as you take him in feels so good that it almost hurts.

"you feel that? what it feels like to be good to me?" you purr, gripping his chin, forcing his eyes to meet yours as you move your hips, ruining his sanity.

what follows after are a song of pleasure and lust, your moans mixed with his whimpers and the music of your skin slapping against his. you didn't even know that he could sound like that. you have almost forgotten the way his jaw would gone slack, rendered speechless by the way your roll your hips like a goddess taking her needs from a mortal.

the windows are fogged up from the heat in the car. none of you care about what's happening outside. the thoughts of lewis' bodyguards or somebody else passing by failed to cross as both of you are getting lost in the heaven you two created in this vehicle.

you and lewis are all over each other. his tattooed hands on your back, his lips kissing whatever spot on your skin he could reach. your own fingers tightening on his braids as you feel it. that knot in your belly getting tighter and tighter. he can feel it too, knowing your little tells all too well.

"come for me. come for me, please. let me feel you, sweetie."

that does it for you. his pleads, how his voice cracked slightly as he begs for you to fall apart.

you scream in silent as you come, your hips slowing down but lewis doesnt. he takes over, fucking you through your orgasm to reach his own before spilling his seed inside you.

"back to my suite?" he murmurs, thick lips finding the sweet spots on your neck.

"i'm not done with you." you say, trying to sound threatening but your exhaustion is apparent. you feel lewis chuckling in the junction of your neck.

"sweetie, i could go again like three, four times. can you?"