#it should look prettier now..

[fictitious-symbiosis]

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[windupbastion]

hihi im recovering! i hope everyone is well 🎉 and also the devil is speaking to me

[i-am-a-living-god]

Anyone else ever look in a mirror and think "wow, that person is so pretty! But that's not me though."

[satoruslovey]

*ੈ✩˚Sukuna×wife!reader ₊˚⊹ᰔ

In which boredom leads Sukuna's pretty little wife to try on his robes from his closet, and him to the edge of his control.

The estate was quiet.

Too quiet.

You’d already re-arranged the flowers in the receiving room (twice), skimmed through the ancient book of curses that made your eyes hurt, and sat in the garden watching koi fish for a good half hour.

Still bored.

Sukuna had been gone all day ,“important cursed business,” whatever that meant and left you with no entertainment aside from your own thoughts and the absurd amount of wealth lying around, untouched.

Which is how you found yourself in his private chambers.

Specifically, in his closet.

You had no business being there. It was lined with high shelves, dark wood, and rows upon rows of luxurious robes ,some ceremonial, others clearly meant for war, and a few that were almost sinfully soft. You ran your fingers along the fabrics,heavy silks, delicate embroidery, threads that shimmered like blood in sunlight.

“Just one,” you whispered to yourself, glancing back toward the door like a guilty child.

You reached for one that caught the light, black, with gold-lined patterns that looked like twisted flames, and a high collar that screamed power. It was obviously made to be worn during some grand audience, the kind where people knelt before him.

And yet now, you were the one slipping it over your shoulders.

It hung off your frame like velvet water, the sleeves far too long, the hem dragging across the floor behind you. You turned toward the mirror with a giggle, twirling once, then lifting your arms dramatically like a cursed emperor addressing her imaginary subjects.

You tried to mimic his voice, low and smug and said

“Bow, fools. Your king has arrived… and she’s prettier.”

Another giggle escaped you. You were halfway through a little twirl when you felt it.

A presence.

Familiar. Dangerous. Warm.

You froze.

There, leaning casually against the doorframe with arms crossed over his bare chest and a smirk curving the corner of his lips, stood Ryomen Sukuna.

You swallowed, hard.

“I—"

“I can explain—”

“It was just lying there and—”

He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t say a word. Just watched you,amused, silent, and… something else. Something hungry.

His eyes trailed down your figure, the way the oversized robe swallowed you whole, the sleeves covering your hands, your bare legs peeking out beneath the hem.

You tugged the silk tighter around you in a sudden fit of shyness, ducking your head, cheeks glowing red.

“You weren’t supposed to be back yet.”

Sukuna’s smirk widened, predatory and affectionate all at once. “Clearly.”

He pushed off the frame and stepped inside, slow and deliberate. The heavy silence of the room pulsed around you like a heartbeat.

“You rifled through my closet, played dress up,” he drawled, circling you now like you were prey he intended to devour slowly, “and stood here pretending to be me?”

You felt your skin heat up even more, and avoided his gaze. “I got bored…”

“Mm.” He stopped behind you, so close you could feel the heat of him at your back. His fingers brushed against your waist, pulling lightly at the robe. “You picked this one. Do you know what it’s for?”

You shook your head.

“It’s what I wear when I accept offerings,” he said, voice low against your ear. “Blood. Power. Submission.”

You went still.

He leaned down slightly, lips ghosting the curve of your neck, then whispered,

“Should I kneel for you, little wife?”

Your breath hitched, fingers tightening in the fabric.

You turned around to face him slowly, the oversized collar slipping off one shoulder. His eyes immediately dropped there, narrowing like he could eat you whole.

“...You’re making fun of me,” you mumbled.

Sukuna raised a brow. “Am I?”

You pouted, turning halfway away again, suddenly shy. “You just like seeing me flustered.”

He chuckled,low and warm and indulgent. His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you back into his chest.

“I like seeing you in my things,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear now. “My silks. My colors. My scent all over you.”

You melted a little into his touch, head tilting as he nosed into your hair.

“I might have more made,” he added. “Smaller. In your size. You looked too perfect to scold.”

You blinked. “You were going to scold me?”

“I was, yes,” he said, mock stern. “But then you twirled. And said you were prettier.”

You turned your head with a shy smile. “Was I wrong?”

Sukuna grinned and said,

“No,You never are."

note: had this in mind for quite a while

[mooningningg]

notes, if we had drunk reader request we have a drunk sukuna too.

★ Roommate!Sukuna comes home drunk.

The front door slammed open at exactly 2:37 a.m.

You jolted awake on the couch, bleary-eyed and clutching your blanket like a shield. It wasn’t even alarming anymore — not with Sukuna as your roommate. Noise, chaos, and poor life decisions? Standard package deal.

What was alarming… was the voice.

“Stop fuckin’ pushin’ me—‘m home, bitch!” he slurred, clearly talking to someone who was not there. “I know where I live. Stupid ass door tryna square up…”

There was a thud. Then a pause.

“Fucking wall came outta nowhere.”

You groaned and sat up, flipping on a lamp.

Sure enough, there he was: Sukuna, in all his drunken glory, half-stumbling into the apartment with his shirt halfway unbuttoned and his belt flapping like a sad flag of surrender. His hair was a mess, there was lipstick on his jaw — not yours, definitely not his — and his keys were still dangling from the lock.

“Oh my God,” you muttered. “You're drunk.”

Sukuna blinked at you.

Then squinted.

Then frowned.

“Who the fuck are you?”

You stared.

“Sukuna. It’s me.”

He pointed at you, wobbling. “Nah. Nope. You're not her. You don’t smell like y/n. She smells like laundry detergent and rage.”

“I am your y/n.”

“No, no. She’s hot. Way hotter. Got this mouth on her too, always talkin’ back. Yells at me when I leave ramen in the sink.”

You blinked. “Are you… complimenting me or fighting a ghost?”

He huffed and made a dramatic show of leaning against the wall, sliding down like a tragic hero in a Shakespeare play. “I want my roommate. My rude, scary, mean-ass roommate who makes me soup when I’m sick and yells when I steal her socks.”

“You’re wearing my socks right now.”

He looked down. Blinked.

“They’re warm,” he said, like it explained everything. Then his eyes narrowed at you again. “Where is she?”

“You’re actually looking at her.”

“Nooo,” he said, dragging the word out like a child. “You’re too nice. She’s not nice. She yells. She calls me gremlin when I play TikToks too loud.”

“You left your phone in the fridge yesterday.”

He gasped. “She told you that?! Fuckin’ snitch.”

“That was me, Sukuna!”

He stared at you, eyes glassy. Then slowly leaned his head back against the wall with the softest bonk.

“…She’s gonna be so mad when she finds out I threw up in her laundry basket.”

You went still. “You what.”

He moaned dramatically and curled up on the floor like a Victorian widow. “Just kill me now. She’s gonna take my skin and sell it on Etsy.”

“I should!”

“But at least I’ll die smelling like her dryer sheets,” he sighed.

You threw a pillow at his face.

He caught it — sort of. It bounced off his forehead, and he mumbled something about betrayal.

Finally, you sighed and walked over, crouching beside him. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

“I can walk,” he grunted, then immediately wobbled as he tried to stand and reached for you blindly. “Where’s my scary y/n. I want her to carry me.”

You rolled your eyes, hoisting his arm over your shoulder. “Still me.”

He leaned heavily into you, breath warm against your temple.

“…You smell like her.”

“I am her, Sukuna.”

He groaned. “Then you’re way prettier than usual.”

You blinked. “That’s not even an insult.”

“You’re not even real,” he muttered as you half-dragged him down the hall. “She’s not this nice. This must be a dream.”

You shoved open his bedroom door and dumped him onto the bed. “If it is, it’s about to be a nightmare.”

He grunted as he flopped over, hugging a pillow. “Tell my roommate she’s hot. But also scary. But like… the hot kind of scary. And if she’s still mad about the laundry basket, tell her I love her.”

Your stomach twisted just a little.

You blinked. “What?”

But Sukuna was already snoring.

Dead to the world.

And covered in your socks.

Taglist, @humeysaga @williamafton26 @aranisbaee @probablynotleahhhh @probablynotleahhhh.

[tonycries]

Prettier When Messy!

Synopsis. They aren’t afraid to get messy while making a mess of you, in fact, they love it - in all sorts of ways.

Pairing. Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, bréeding, really messy, light pússy-smacking (Nanami’s), spítting, cúmplay like a LOT of it, squírting, oral (female + male receiving), fíngering, overstím, jealousy (Gojo’s), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 3.6k

A/N. Wrote this n’ then had to have a run in the rain for a spiritual deep-cleanse. 

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Big n’ scary? No problem!

Now, Toji wouldn’t consider himself to be a nice man. But to be honest, the way you’re looking up at him with such adorably teary eyes, lips wobbling so nervously at his rock-hard cock, has got his heart lurching ever-so-slightly. And as does his swollen dick. 

“What’s wrong, doll?” he caresses your cheek, like the shameless bastard he is. Heavy balls twitching at the way he catches your sloppy pussy clenching in- anticipation? Fear? Both? “Nervous?”

“I um-” And oh if Toji thought he was painfully hard before then he wasn’t ready for that delirious little nod you give him. 

Ah, it never gets old. He loved this effect on you - how cute it was that you were so cockdrunk already, letting out a few whines. A few complains about how he was too big. And he knew exactly what to do about it. 

“Spread those legs some more, pretty.” 

And you barely even get the time to react before Toji’s impatiently wrestling open your legs so shamefully for him. Taking in one long look at how perfect you were for him - quivering and leaking so sinfully onto the sheets below - before spitting once. Twice. Thrice. 

Missing on purpose to let a steady stream of saliva and slick trail filthily down your quivering thighs. So debauched and wet for him - and if Toji was any less of a man he’d just fuck your pretty pussy right then and there. 

But, no. Oh no, instead, with a low hiss, he rests his swollen dick on your stomach, letting you gape at him in awe. How he was so hot and heavy on you. 

“See?” Toji muses, voice so infuriatingly even for someone that was leaking thick, hot precum all over your stomach. “Nothing to be afraid of. In fact, m’just gonna be right-” He traces his finger down your tummy, resting right above an invisible line where his fat tip was. “Here.” Pressing down. Hard. 

You jerk at the pressure, jolting - God, you should’ve known that Toji would fuck so mean. Playing around with the pretense of “comforting you” to tease you. To watch the way you keen and gasp at his movements. 

“But-” your breath hitches as he smears his precum all over your skin. So fucking sloppy, having way too much fun than he actually should - all at your expense.

“No buts, jus’ told ya, m’girl.” Toji chuckles darkly, leaning down to whisper hotly against your ear. Cock twitching so ferally on top of you at the way your voice cracks so adorably at the end, tinged with desperation. “N’ now, I’ve had enough of being nice so are ya gonna take it am I gonna have to make ya?”

And nothing more is said - by either of you. 

Because with that, it seems the last bit of Toji’s patience - or his restraint - has snapped at the sight of you splayed out so deliciously, too much for him. You, his favorite meal - gaping at his thick cock, all needy and messy with his precum - how could a man possibly say no?

“Oh! Fuck fuck fuck- s’too-” you squeal deliriously as he slides his angry tip between your swollen folds. 

Stretching you to your limits. Mindlessly pushing in quick, purposeful little grinds to bully his massive cock inside your tight pussy. Each movement getting more and more erratic than the last. More desperate. Sloppier. 

So debauched and dirty.  

And Toji - oh he’s just in heaven - letting out a deep, guttural groan as he just barely bottoms out. Heavy balls smacking your ass, those tufts of hair at his base scratching your throbbing clit just right. Thumb stroking that sinful little line of precum he’d made - and where he could feel himself bulging inside you. 

“Hey, doll, ya think I can go even deeper?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - To clean

You don’t know what makes you flinch more - the way Nanami was buried dizzyingly nose-deep in your cunt, lapping so greedily at your sweet sweet juices, or the way he just stops.

“K-Kento?” you whisper breathlessly, mind reeling from both the way you were so close and the final, deep kiss your husband gives to your swollen clit. Grinning at the way your hips jerk mindlessly in protest as he pulls away. “Why did you-”

And whatever disappointed whine dies in your throat at the heavenly sight before you - and oh it was so hard to look at Nanami without wishing he was back in-between your thighs. Hair ever-so-slightly disheveled, glasses sliding down his nose, venturing dangerously towards where your slick was glossing so prettily over his lips, all the way up, up, up-

“‘Why’, my love?” 

That snaps you out of your little reverie, and no sooner are the words out of Nanami’s mouth before he’s leaning in - capturing yours. So sloppy and desperate. 

You let out a muffled moan at the way you were tasting yourself and him and you. So sweet that you wondered which one of you tasted this addictive. 

“Now now,” and then he’s pulling away, angry cock twitching so painfully at your broken little whimper. “Don’t get too greedy.” As if you could be anything but. 

And maybe if you were in any better state of mind, you’d have said anything about the pure disrespect shining so uncharacteristically in Nanami’s eyes. About how utterly mean he was being as he slid his fat, weeping head up and down your swollen folds. All the way from the base, just grazing your throbbing clit. 

“I dunno if you deserve this, my love.” Nanami gives your quivering pussy a little smack! as if it was a little punishment, letting your slick smear all over his fingertips. “You’ve just been so messy- just look at my glasses.”

And oh, you can’t look away. 

Because your juices were blurring his glass, dripping so enticingly off of it that whatever rational little part of you thought it was on purpose. Absent-mindedly, you wondered how Nanami could see a damn thing. Seemingly moving on sheer instinct as he slides a long finger along the frame. Slowly. 

“I- want it s’bad, Ken- Give it to me.”

Several things happen at once, and before you know it, Nanami’s shoving his fingers inside your mouth. Muffling your fucked-out moan as he immediately presses into your heavenly pussy. Not even bothering to ease you into it this time before he’s thrusting into you. Rough. Again. And again and-

“They were expensive, y’know.” Nanami presses right in the back of your tongue, just loving how adorably you gag and moan around him. “The least you can do is clean me off.”

And you don’t have to be asked twice - or at all, really. 

Because you’re sucking and swirling your tongue around Nanami’s warm fingers like they’re your favorite candy. Looking him right in the eyes with such a deceivingly innocently, matching the pace of his hips in and out in and out in and- “Such a cute lil’ slut f’me, my love. When you’re all done with that, take care of m’cock too, y’got it very, very messy.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Hairband.

When Geto ties his hair back, you know you’re not going to be let off easy. Why would you?

It just means he’ll have no mercy - have you folded in half and stuffed full of his thick cock, begging and crying to just let you cum. It felt pathetic, really, but at this point you were too far gone - babbling delirious little pleas while he rocked his dick into your plushy cunt. Relentlessly.

“Please please please- hngh- Sugu- m’so close.” you whine, hips bucking wildly. Tears streaming down your face, your snug pussy clenching so tight that some part of Geto almost wanted to tease you for it. 

“Awww, poor baby. You wanna cum?” he coos, voice so mockingly innocent. Barely audible over the blood roaring in your ears. “Y’know what I always hah- say…”

And despite his words, Geto sounds as fucked-out as you - because, hell, he’s been torturing himself just as much as he was your poor cunt. Cock rock-hard and so so angry inside your heavenly pussy, teasing his orgasm while he waited for you to explode with yours. 

Sobbing out, “I- hngh- I know!” Breath hitching at the way his heavy balls sting your ass with each thrust. Sure to leave marks for tomorrow - his fingers on your hips, yours running down his sculpted back. “Wan- me to- hah- squirt, f’you. I wan’ to.”

God, it was so hard to not paint your pretty pussy white already. 

Instead, Geto’s capturing your swollen lips with his - partially because they were irresistible, partially because he really needed to shut up those cute lil’ whines right now.

“Not just squirt.” he moans against your lips. Fingers frenzied - almost painful - on your throbbing clit now. “Wan’ you to fuckin’ cover me in it- fuck-”

And he seems so content, smug about the way you flinch each time he yells out little profanities into your mouth. At the way you’re so cockdrunk, barely even realizing the soft ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time he hit your poor, abused g-spot. Finger frenzied on your clit - not even bothering to draw those steady little circles anymore, just lewd little patterns to get you off. 

He wanted this. Needed this so bad - needed to have you cover him with your sweet sweet juices until it’s glistening all over him. Unforgiving. Geto Suguru was absolutely unforgiving. 

And, well, cover him you do.

Because no matter how much you might babble out those adorable little protests, Geto knew your pretty pussy well. Almost too well. 

Well enough to know that you’ll have your orgasm crashing through you. So hard and borderline violent that it’s all you can do to claw at his back in an effort to get him to fucking slow down. That familiar little song and dance. 

Because Geto didn’t stop until he was all glistening with your essence - absolutely depraved in the act. His pretty girl was so gorgeous squirting all over him. Only milking his painfully hard cock on your trembling pussy harder. 

Everywhere. See, the hairband always comes in handy. And Geto wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here right now, letting your juices smear all over his aching dick, to his abs - darting all the way to his lower face.

It was so messy. So debauched - it sends Geto over the edge as well. Pumping thick, hot ropes of cum that paint your pussy white. Loving how fucking sloppy your pretty lil’ cunt was as it sucked up everything so greedily. Again and again-

“Hey, gorgeous.” Geto mutters, tongue darting out to get a taste of the slick coating his lower lip. Honestly, he doubted you could even hear him with how fucked-out you were. “Can y’ do it on m’tongue, too?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - You look good in white

“Fuck fuck fuck, open wider f’me, baby-” Choso groans, angling his head just right to catch the way your throat bulges so obscenely around his swollen cock. Watching the way it goes in and out in and out in and-

You were so gorgeous like this - you always were - but here on your knees, nose pressed firmly against the small tufts of black hair at his toned pelvis, he thinks you’ve never looked better. 

Now all he has to do is hold off until the best bit.

But it was so difficult when you’re shoving yourself down inch by fucking inch. Milking Choso’s aching cock for all he’s worth. So greedy with the way you were gagging and choking so prettily around his thick cock. Swirling your tongue under his sensitive slit just the way you knew he liked. 

And oh it has Choso feeling like he could just pass out. He could just feel the way you were smirking - knowing exactly what you were doing.

“Sh-shit.” he gasps, fingers trembling on your hair as he fucks your mouth like his own personal fucktoy. “Ya hngh- like this, huh?” Thighs quivering, hips stuttering deeper into your hot mouth. “Like me using that s-smart mouth like ha- this?”

The only response he gets are your nails dragging down his milky hips, leaving angry, red marks in their wake. A warning - a request. One that Choso knew was a sign that you needed to taste him - to have him. 

One that had him speeding up his sloppy thrusts, over and over- Abs aching with the movement, veins throbbing at a maddening little thump! thump! thump! against the roof of your mouth. 

“Oh- Oh fuck! Feels s’good-” he babbles, hips bucking up involuntarily into your slutty mouth. “Shit shit shit oh-.” 

Faster. Deeper. Sanity held together only by a delicate tether - one that snaps when you look up at him with those beautiful eyes, moaning around Choso’s cock like you were begging him to ruin you. 

Oh and then Choso’s cumming and cumming so hard he thinks he might’ve just died and gone to heaven right there. And you - you were such an angel, tears stinging your eyes, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth. 

Mixing with his cum in such a sinful combination as he spills desperately into you, shooting thick, hot spurts of seed down your waiting throat. 

So fucking filthy. 

Only getting filthier when that feral, debauched part of Choso really can’t help but pull out ever-so-slightly. He chuckles at the way your eyes widen in surprise when he smacks his weeping dick all over your face.

Ah, this was his favorite part - always was. And he can’t even think to bring himself to be disgusted as he smears his seed all over your face. Twitching angrily in his fist at the way it drips down all over your chin, forming a lewd little pool on the floor. So, so pretty for him. 

“Now now,” Choso lets out a guttural grunt, balls squeezing so painfully at the ruined state of you. “Wan’ see if I can hah- mess up this cunt jus’ the same, baby.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Wipe those tears!

Your only problem was that Sukuna was as mean as he was absolutely filthy. 

“Aww, pretty baby.” Those words would be reassuring - but you knew better. Because his tone was just dripping with something so dangerous - something that had you feeling more and more like Sukuna’s little toy. “I thought you could give me another one.”

“B-but-” you gasp. “S’too much, Kuna, don’t think-”

“You will. Or-” he cuts you off, fighting that feral, cruel little urge to shove his entire dick in your snug cunt. No care or concern for those big, frustrated tears welling up in your eyes. “I’ll just make you. Your choice.”

God, you could almost sob - maybe from the way Sukuna was chuckling at your expense. Maybe from the way he was pushing in shallow, determined little thrusts to fit inside your tight pussy. Trying to fuck out- which number orgasm was this again? Ah, you don’t even know - and Sukuna doesn’t care. 

He’s had you creaming around his fingers- his tongue- his thigh. And now, all he wants is for you to cum on his dick. You could almost feel his weeping tip graze your cervix already and- was he even halfway in, yet?

“Nope.” Sukuna hums, leaning down to those tears rolling down your cheek. Shit, did you say that out loud? “Maybe m’not even a quarter inside your pretty cunt. Why don’t y’take a look for yourself, brat?”

And it seemed like Sukuna was well and fully intent on driving you insane. Because no sooner have you craned your neck to take a glance, you’re met with the most sinful sight you’ve ever seen - your swollen folds stretched so obscenely around his weeping tip, soaked with precum and sucking him up so eagerly. Sukuna’s fingers toying deftly with your sensitive clit, rolling it between his fingers.

Which really made sense why he loved this little routine - have you pathetically pretending you couldn’t cum for him again, acting like your slutty lil’ pussy wasn’t trying to fucking milk him dry. He loves it. Loves the way your mind is telling you to run away but your needy cunt wants more more more-

“Enough of the games now.” he tuts, wrapping a hand around your neck, pulling down down down onto his thick cock. 

And you can only keen in response, tears streaming down your face faster because his cock too big. The stretch too sinful. Prominent veins grazing your plushy walls in a maddening  bump! bump! bump! you were losing your mind to. 

Sukuna wants you to cum- he needs you to. More badly than he wants to cum. Thumb just erratic on your clit, so sloppy and needy.

And then you’re cumming and cumming so hard that sensitive little tears roll down your cheeks. Not even realizing it at first, barely registering the stars behind your eyes, white-hot pleasure shooting up your cunt. Over and over-

Sukuna quickly darts out his tongue to lick them away. Long, languid stripes up your face. So fucking sloppy with it on purpose. But you can’t even bring yourself to be disgusted. Mind reeling with how good you felt and those sharp fingernails resting right over your racing pulse. 

Dangerous. A warning. 

As if Sukuna would kill you if you didn’t take his cock - when he was the one that actually felt like dying right now. 

Because you were too cute like this, cockdrunk and milking him greedily inch by fucking inch. So fucking tight. Enough to give the king of curses heart palpitations, honestly. 

A full-on heart attack when he finally bottoms out. Ramming the rest of his length in one quick, harsh thrust. 

He smacks his lips, savoring the salty taste of your tears. Some tiny part of his cold heart so fucking proud. He knew his lil’ slut could give him another one - you always do.  “Dry up those tears, brat. Because I haven’t cum yet.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - “To think of me~”

“T-Toru, I really need to go-”

“No no no- fuck m’so close, sweetheart.” Gojo gasps into your mouth. Hips so frenzied and sloppy against yours, squeezing his throbbing cock in you like a man possessed. The idea of stopping not even close in his pussydrunk mind. 

It’s been this way for so long now, and you’d only been halfway out the door before Gojo was pulling you back into the bedroom. That lil’ sundress was way too pretty that he just had to hike it up your hips and pull aside your drenched panties. Making sure to stuff your pretty pussy full. 

And, well, the fact that you were going to meet one of your old guy friends might have had something to do with it, too. 

Hey, even the strongest gets jealous sometimes. And Gojo is so sloppy when he is. Hips stuttering and bucking wildly into yours. All filthy desperation where he was usually so suave in bed.

He just can’t help but make a mess of your dripping cunt, reeling back to watch the way your sloppy hole struggles to take all of him. Glistening and trying to milk the soul out of him in the dim lighting. In and out in and out in and-

You’re letting out such a pathetic whine, “But- m’so-”

“Close?”

“Late.”

Of course, Gojo rolls his eyes with the audacity of someone that wasn’t the reason you’ll have to make up some excuse about traffic being awful this time around. Instead, he’s rolling his thumb over your sore clit , breath hot against your ear, “Guess m’gonna have to hurry up then, hm?”

It’s all that’s said before he’s fucking into you deliriously. Faster. Deeper. Bouncing you on the plush mattress like some slut. 

Scoffing, “Y’should just stay home.” Hips snapping ever the more mercilessly with each word. “Stay with me insead. I’m sure she-” He gives your pussy a quick, sharp smack! laughing at the way you’re moaning breathlessly. “-definitely agrees.” 

“Shit- feels s’good hah- shit shit-”

So fucking sloppy. Like he was trying to fuck the idea of staying home into you - each thrust so harsh. Running on pure jealousy and the feeling of your heavenly cunt wrapped around him. Unforgiving. 

“Toru- m’gonna cum- I’m so-” And it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same. Nothing but white-hot pleasure behind your eyes, and it’s so good that you’re pulling Gojo closer by his toned hips. Being late be damned because you’re cumming so hard you’re sure you see the pearly gates of heaven itself.

Or maybe that was just Gojo - tears pricking his eyes as he cums with such a strangled gasp of what sounds like your name. Thick, white ropes that gush out of your snug pussy, smearing all over his sensitive balls. 

It feels so heavenly that Gojo really can’t help but check if it looks that way too. 

Thumbing apart your folds to watch the way his seed spills out of you, so fucking filthy as it pools on the fresh sheets. So bloated and messy with him. Pulling out ever-so-slightly like he was torn between milking out every last drop of cum on your cute pussy and making a mess of your panties.

The latter wins, apparently. Because he’s painting your panties white, shooting out thick spurts of cum that smear all over your legs. So drenched and flimsy that it was almost difficult for Gojo to snap them playfully back in place.

“Something to remember me by when you go. Have fun~”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

[alexthetrashyracoon]

“You look like my boyfriend.”

Simon raises a brow at that statement and sits down in the nearby chair. His eyes on you. “Is that so, lovely?”

“Mhm,” you agree with a confident nod and loopy. “No. My boyfriend is prettier than you.”

He isn’t sure if he should take it as a compliment or as an insult, for now Simon decides to not comment on it. “You must be lucky to have such a pretty boyfriend then.” He grins and sips his cheap hospital coffee.

“Oh, I am! He’s pretty and cool and strong. And you should be careful because he’ll be here soon!” You pout, shoving your lower lip forward.

Cute. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gone before he shows up.” Simon reassures you and pats your thigh.

You don’t reply, the remaining anesthesia must still be running its course through your body after the surgery in which the doctor took out your inflamed appendix, snoring softly in the otherwise quiet room. “Good thing your boyfriend is already here, lovely.” Simon chuckles before tugging the thin hospital blanket higher over your chest and keeping watch as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. “And he will be here when you wake up again. He will always be there, my lovely.”

[prossima-nebulosa]

My parents again said: 'if you fixed yourself better you would be prettier, if you put more care in your hair and wear skirts."

I want this mindest to die a painful and gruesome death and have anyone who thought this to be punished in hell forever-

[luveline]

hotch's little sister x spencer perhaps?

—Hotch’s sister graduates college, and Spencer is immediately smitten. fem, 1.6k

“She’s pregnant.” Emily shakes her bag of chips around. “But it’s not his baby.” 

Spencer frowns down at his sandwich. Rye bread is hard to cut, and the plastic knife isn’t putting up a good fight. “That’s awful,” he says. “He must be heartbroken.” 

“He’s distraught. Now he can’t decide if he wants to stay and raise the new baby with their first, or leave her and have split custody.” 

“What channel did you say it was on?” 

“It’s on NightDrama. I’ll find out the number.” 

Emily folds the empty packet of chips into a rectangle, then that rectangle into a triangle, folding the edges inside of a fold to create a parcel perfect for flicking at him. Spencer waits for it, tensing, but what he sees behind Emily steals his attention. 

She whips her head to follow him. 

You are, as Spencer watches you walk in, without a doubt one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen. And it’s not like you’re a model, you don’t walk with any such confidence, but it strikes him immediately. You’re pretty. And he’s never seen you in the office before. 

They get visitors occasionally but the majority of people so deep into this office would've been checked at security and cleared to come up here. You hold a visitors badge in your hand, which you promptly clip onto your shirt when you see people looking at you. Your frown makes you prettier. Something about the way you stand seems familiar, but Spencer can’t put his finger on what it is. 

“Should we go help?” Emily asks. 

“Who do you think she’s for?” Spencer asks back. He’s thinking you’re here to speak to JJ. They have people like this occasionally who JJ knows from past cases, drifting in on a hope that there’s more detail to be found. 

Emily stands up from her chair. Spencer follows suit. When you see her facing toward you, some of your apprehension melts into relief. 

“Hi,” you say breathily, summoning a smile that, again, seems familiar. Not in looks, but practise, maybe. 

“Hi there, can we help? You look lost,” Emily says. 

She sounds more friendly than Spencer could’ve hoped to achieve. He doesn’t even wanna think about it, from how pretty you are he would’ve stumbled over even the most basic hello. 

“I’m here to see Aaron Hotchner. He told me his office is up the stairs, is that still one of these ones,” —you nod gently at the stairs that do, in fact, lead to his office— “or somewhere else?” 

“That’s the right one, the very first door.” 

“Okay,” you give a soft laugh. “Thank you. This place makes me nervous.” 

You leave to travel up the steps. Emily and Spencer watch without any casualness as you approach Hotch’s office door, and give a little knock. 

It’s more surprising to see it tugged open so quickly after. Hotch usually says, “Come in.” 

“Oh, you’re here,” Hotch says. It’s to Spencer’s shock and Emily’s clear joy when he leans in for a hug. The bearhug kind, no politeness or manners about their intimidating boss as his arms cross behind your shoulders and he pulls you in. “You’re late.” He squeezes you. 

You let it happen. “I hate your building.” 

“What the hell?” Emily whispers. 

“I’m so happy to see you. Come on, come in, I ordered lunch for us already.” 

Emily is shameless. She takes Spencer by the wrist and encourages him to the wall below Hotch’s office as he ushers you inside. The door remains ajar, perfect for snooping, and Spencer doesn’t know what it is but he lets Emily drag him forward anyhow. 

“If that’s his girlfriend, he should be ashamed,” Emily whispers. 

Spencer raises his brows. “Did you think that was romantic?” 

“I’ve never seen him show affection to anyone who wasn’t Haley, and when was the last time she was here?” 

Spencer tosses it around in his mind. Sure, it was quite affectionate by Hotch’s standards, but the hug was so… uncareful. He’d grabbed you and hugged you like he was gonna shake you around for fun, like a dad hugs his daughter. “How old is Hotch?” Spencer asks. 

“You don’t think that’s his secret kid.” 

“No,” Spencer says, though he sort of does. 

Emily gestures for him to hush as your laugh drifts down from the office. “You did?” you’re asking. “It’s so nice to be home.” 

“Of course I did. It’s like I promised, okay? You finished college like I asked you too, you’ve done so well, and now I’m gonna make sure you’re happy. Like I tried to do for Sean.” 

“Sean,” you sigh. “He didn’t even answer my grad card.” 

“I don’t know what to say about him, I really don’t.” 

A small pause. “Well, at least you answered.” 

“You know I would’ve come to watch you walk–”

“But you couldn’t. It’s fine, Aaron, I wasn’t really expecting you to make it.” 

“I’m sorry. Really. And I’m proud of you, after everything.”

“Thank you… The bag was better than you being there anyways. Coach?” You laugh breathily. “My friends keep asking me if you can be their big brother too.” 

Emily and Spencer turn to each other, mouths agape, Emily slapping his arm as they struggle to make no noise. Since when does Aaron have a sister? A young sister freshly graduated? 

Hotch laughs too. “Come and sit before your lunch gets cold.” 

Emily gets out her phone to text Morgan, she and Spencer pressed to the wall with their heads ducked. Hotch is a total enigma, because what the hell sort of secret is that?

When Morgan appears, it’s with all the answers. He rolls his eyes at their clear position of eavesdropping but leans against Emily’s desk to give them the information they’re craving anyways. “She’s adopted. Hotch was already in college at the time, but they’re close. They get along a lot better than Hotch does with Sean, that’s for sure.” 

“He sounds protective,” Emily says, side-eying the office. 

“Look, it’s not my business, but I just know it was bad when she was a teenager. Hotch is a drill sergeant for a reason.” Ah, Spencer thinks. The Hotchner father. 

Spencer picks at his hands. It explains the conversation he shouldn’t have been listening to, to a degree. He feels the guilt of knowing something he wasn’t meant to like a sodden weight, retreating swiftly to his desk and his forgotten sandwich.

It’s nice to hear Hotch laughing, but it’s your laugh that draws him in again while he tries so hard not to listen. It’s as attractive to Spencer as your frown had been when you walked in. He thinks about how you finished college, how you’re here, and he wonders if he’ll see more of you —how often will you come in for lunch? Spencer checks his hair in his sleeping monitor and feels like an idiot. 

“I’m sorry,” Hotch says a little while later, elbowing open the door with his back to the office, “we’ll have dinner soon, honey, I promise.” 

You reach up to give him another quick hug. “It’s fine. It’s just nice to be in the same city again.” 

Hotch guides you down to the bullpen with the same pride with which he introduced Jack. It’s unmissable, the love he has for you in just one touch against your shoulder. “Y/N,” he says, pausing at the bullpen, “Derek Morgan you’ve met. This is Emily Prentiss and Spencer Reid.” 

“Spencer Reid?” you ask suddenly, looking up into Hotch’s face like he’s lying, your brows pulled together in indignation, before you turn back to Spencer reverently. “You’re Dr. Spencer Reid?” 

He gets caught on his own breath. “Uh, yes?” 

“The Dr. Spencer Reid who wrote Methods of Continued Fraction Expansions?” 

Spencer feels heat like a kiss to each cheek. “Yes.” 

You turn to Hotch with a suspicious pout. “When I told you about the paper I was reading by a Dr. Reid a few months ago, you didn’t stop to think it could be your Dr. Reid? Or you just don’t like me?” 

That’s a sister’s scorn if Spencer’s ever heard it. 

“I thought you said Rain.” 

“I don’t think you did.” You turn back to Spencer. “I can’t believe it, I emailed you about Jacobi elliptical functions, you were so helpful, I owe you my degree.” You put your hand out with a beaming, beautiful smile, Spencer’s stomach totally flips. “It’s amazing to meet you in person.” 

He’s a germaphobe, he is, and that doesn’t just go away when you meet someone lovely, but he shakes your hand. You surprise him too quickly to think beyond taking your hand letting it happen. You’re, like, glowing. 

Hotch gives him a funny look. Mostly impassive, but not quite. 

Spencer abruptly lets you go. “I don’t think you would’ve needed my help to get there in the end. You clearly knew what you were doing.”  

Hotch’s eyebrows silently rise. 

You turn back to Hotch again, your smile catching. “I like your friends.” 

He smiles. “Let me walk you down to the lobby, honey.” 

You let him guide you away, giving the present members of the BAU a wave with just your fingers before you go. 

Morgan and Emily look at him heavily. “Spencer,” Emily says. “What was that?” 

He doesn’t want to say what he thinks it was, so he doesn’t. “She was nice.” 

Morgan’s laughter is immediate. Spencer has to walk off to the kitchen for a cup of tea he doesn’t drink to escape him and the connotation of his laughing. Spencer hopes he’ll see you again soon, though if he’s half a good a profiler as he thinks he is, he might end up in trouble with your brother.

[piastriprincess]

naked  in  manhattan  !  ⸻  lando  norris  x  reader  .

featuring  lando  norris  ,  established  relationship  ,  smut  . word  count  2.5k author’s  note  18+  MDNI  !!  yeahhhh  i  have  no  excuse  for  this  one  .  something  about  lando  in  that  f1  premiere  suit  burrowed  into  my  brain  like  the  world’s  horniest  parasite  and  then  i  had  this  .  just  me  ,  promoting  my  lando  is  a  yapper  during  sex  agenda  !!!  enjoy  <3  this is the first time i've ever written smut so i hope it doesn't suck . lmk if i should do more . title  is  from  naked  in  manhattan  by  chappell  roan  (a  little  on  the  nose  but  indulge  me  !)

There’s music playing softly from the hotel bedroom — some house track Lando queued claiming the two of you needed “getting-ready music” for the premiere, even though he’s been ready to go since before he put it on, waiting for you. 

“You know, you’re not going to get any prettier just staring at yourself in the mirror,” you call out from the bathroom, adjusting your earring. 

“I know. I’ve already peaked,” he calls back, smugly. “Come check me out.”

You roll your eyes, smiling as you slip your heels on and emerge from the bathroom. And oh. Maybe he has peaked, because there is something about your boyfriend in that suit. 

It’s navy, double-breasted, accentuating his already broad shoulders. Underneath, a clean white oxford shirt, unbuttoned just enough to see the tanned skin at his throat. He looks stupidly good. Enough to make your mouth water, enough to make your breath catch a little in your throat at the sight of your beautiful boy. 

“Well, hello, gorgeous,” he grins, insufferably cocky already, fiddling with his ring around his thumb. “What do you think?”

You think you want to forget the premiere entirely, get the door locked behind you and a Do Not Disturb sign on the knob so you can ruin him properly.

“I think,” you say instead, slowly walking across the room towards him, “that this is completely unfair.”

He tilts his head, amusement flickering through his expression. “What is?”

“That you’re letting me see you in that suit before we leave and expect me to be able to behave,” you reply, close enough by now to see the way his eyes flash, the surprised, pleased sort of grin that takes over his face.

“Baby,” he whines, tugging lightly at your hand as you run it slowly down the lapel of his jacket. “We can’t. We’re already late. We’ve got to be there in, like, ten minutes.”

“You’d think that’d be enough time for someone who races for a living,” you tease, tugging him in and kissing him hard, tongue slotting against his in a way you know will make him forget. Sure enough, he kisses you back eagerly, fingers weaving into your hair and tugging lightly. Your hands get greedy over his chest, smoothing over the fabric, appreciating how expensive he feels under your palms. 

“Oh, you’re gonna get me in trouble,” he breathes into the kiss, pulling you flush against him by the waist, hands roaming over the silk of your dress as you walk him back across the room. 

“That’s the idea.”

He stumbles slightly, the back of his knees knocking into the edge of the bed, and he sits with a soft curse under his breath. He looks wrecked already, gazing up at you dazed, breathless, like he can’t believe his own luck. 

You drop to your knees in between his legs, the hotel carpet scratching at your bare skin through the slit of your dress. He watches as your fingers dance gently up the inner seam of those pretty navy blue pants, hissing when you press your mouth to the crease — not quite where he wants you, you think. But close enough.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, head falling back, pupils blown wide. “If you’re gonna act like this every time, I’ll wear a suit more often.”

You glance up through your lashes at him, fingers making quick work of the button. “That a promise?”

He huffs out a tense little laugh. The flush of arousal is already blooming red up his neck like spilled wine, color crawling from beneath the crisp white linen of his shirt and painting his skin up to his jawline, delicate and obscene. His hand slides into your hair — not forcing, not guiding, not yet. Just there, possessive and warm, thumb brushing against your temple. 

“You’re lucky we don’t have time,” he mutters as you slide the zipper down, deliberately slow. “Or I’d be dragging this out proper. Making you beg for it.”

You grin, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his briefs, and his hips twitch slightly at the contact. You can feel his cock already, warm and straining against the thin fabric. “C’mon. You really think you could hold out on me?”

He snorts, raking a hand through his already messy curls. “Fuck no. Already bricked just watching you on your knees for me like this.”

You hum in mock sympathy, lick your lips just to see how he’ll react, and a muscle in his jaw ticks at the sight. “You sound kinda desperate, Lan,” you muse, your hand sliding into his briefs and palming his hard length. “Guess I’ll have to help you out.”

“Jesus,” he hisses, dark eyes fixed on you. “Such a fucking tease.”

You blink innocently, letting the fingers on your other hand drag up the line of his trousers. “God forbid a girl wants to appreciate good craftsmanship.”

He smirks. “You talking about me, or the suit?”

“The suit is nice,” you say slowly, your nails digging into the skin at his hip bone. He groans at the sensation, guttural, and his hips kick just like you knew they would, enough for you to tug his trousers and briefs down in one fluid motion. His cock springs free, hard and prettily flushed and leaking just a little at the tip. “But this is really more what I was admiring.”

He doesn’t even pretend to hide how much he’s enjoying the view, eyes alight with hunger, chest rising and falling unevenly. “Go on, then,” he says, voice suddenly smug in a way that makes your stomach flip. “Be a good girl and put that pretty mouth to use, yeah?”

You don’t need to be told twice. 

You lean forward, not breaking eye contact, and press a kiss to his flushed head, watching the way his breath catches, the way his thighs tense with anticipation under your hands. Then you take him into your mouth, slow and deep, licking a stripe up the underside of his shaft. A moan punches out of his mouth immediately, low and ragged, and his hand tightens in your hair, pulling at the strands just enough to ache. 

“Fucking hell,” he whines, hips rocking up into your mouth, and you hold him there, let him feel the back of your throat, let him know you can take what he wants to give. “Look so fucking pretty with your mouth on me, baby.”

You hum around him, pleased, and he twitches against your tongue, lashes fluttering as his eyes slide shut for a brief, heavenly moment. The reaction propels you to sink your mouth a little deeper onto him, hollowing your cheeks around his length. 

“Look at you,” he moans, gaze half-lidded and hand fisting in your hair. “On your knees, so fucking desperate over me in a suit. Sucking me off like you can’t wait two fucking hours to have me in your mouth.”

Your thighs squeeze together involuntarily, pathetically chasing the relief to the ache between your legs, and you whimper. There’s spit pooling at the corners of your mouth as you look up at him through your lashes, and when you rake your nails against his skin you can feel the muscles at his core twitch, the telltale sign he’s about to spill, and he’s chanting your name like it’s a fucking prayer and then —  

“Waitwaitwait, shit — stop.”

You pull off him with a little pop!, blinking up at him, lips swollen and spit-slick. “What’s wrong?”

He blinks back dazedly then leans forward, hand brushing gentle on your jaw like an apology before he kisses you, messy and languid, tasting himself on your tongue. “Nothing’s wrong. Jus’ — don’t have that much time, baby, and I need to be inside you.”

Your knees go a bit Jello at that, so you let him drag you up from your knees and kiss you again, all teeth and tongue and white-hot need this time. His hands ghost down your sides, thumbs digging into your skin as he grips at your ass, pulling you into him with an ease that makes you whimper. Your hands fall against his chest, tugging at the lapel of his jacket, fisting the white linen of his shirt in between your fingers. “This needs to be off,” you mumble against his mouth frantically. 

He pulls away, slight confusion in his eyes. “Thought you liked —” 

That’s when you let the straps of your dress slip off your shoulders, the silky fabric pooling around your hips. There’s a moment, long and heavy, where his eyes flick unmistakably over your bare chest. “Oh. Yeah. Okay. Off now,” he breathes, already shrugging out of the jacket and fumbling with the buttons. 

You’ve never seen Lando undress so fast, practically ripping the shirt off himself, shedding his pants and boxers gracelessly. Then he’s crowding you onto the bed, rucking your dress up your thighs with hands mapping every inch of your body they can find. When he settles between your legs, his fingers trail up the inside of your leg, pushing your panties to the side and groaning when he finds you already soaked.

“Fuck. Really are gagging for it, aren’t you?” he says, cheeky little grin on his face as his fingers tease over your center. Your hips buck instinctively, chasing the pressure of his touch.

“Funny, I was just thinking the same about you, watching you get naked like a man possessed,” you tease, voice going breathy halfway through when he starts rubbing tight, slow little circles against your clit with the pad of his thumb. 

He laughs, the sound easy and delighted. “Yeah, well, you lay on the bed tits out like that and I kinda lose all higher brain function. Haven’t fully recovered, to be honest.”

“You’ll live,” you start to reply, but then he sinks two fingers into you without warning, curling them against the spot he knows you like, and you forget what you were going to say entirely. 

“That feel good, baby?” he says, low and ragged, and you nod. But that’s not enough for him — never is, even when you have no time, and his fingers slow to a standstill inside you. “Use your words f’me.” 

“Yes,” you breathe, canting your hips against his hand. “So good, please, Lan.” 

He smirks, pleased, and begins to move his fingers again, thrusting in and out of you lazily. He dips his head down to kiss you, slow and delicate, and it nearly makes you dizzy. “Wish I had more time,” he murmurs against your lips. “I’d take my time with you, get you nice and soft with my mouth first. Make you fall apart on my tongue. Make you beg for me.”

You whimper, mind hazy as you grind against him, clenching around his fingers. 

“But you did this to yourself, didn’t you?” he goes on, withdrawing his hand and sucking you off his fingers. You nearly whine at the loss of contact until he’s dragging his cock against your slick, head catching at your entrance, and your back arches instinctively off the bed. “Could’ve had me all day if you asked nicely but no, you just got so fuckin’ needy for me the second you saw me in that suit.”

He pushes into you, slow and torturous, and when he bottoms out you jolt against him with a long moan, gripping him like you don’t want him to leave. “Fuck,” he breathes, eyes fluttering shut at the pressure. “So ready for me, pulling me in like that. Perfect fucking pussy.”

“Maybe don’t wait so long to fuck me next time,” you breathe, nails digging into his back. 

“Oh, she’s got jokes, does she?” he snaps, eyes dark, and he stays perfectly still inside you. 

“Lando, move,” you plead, wrapping your legs around his hips and trying to roll yourself against him, but he plants one large hand on your thigh to stop you. 

“Don’t think so,” he hums, grinning teasingly. “Don’t be so cocky when I’m this deep in you. You wanted this, baby. You’ll take it how I give it.” With that, he pulls out nearly all the way and slams back in with one hard thrust that makes you see stars. 

“That what you wanted?” he groans against your ear. “For me to move like that? Ruin you like you tried to ruin me?”

“Didn’t hear you complaining when you were moaning my name five minutes ago,” you gasp, breath hitching as he starts to move inside you again — deep, controlled strokes, rolling his hips against yours. 

“That’s because your mouth was on me,” he pants, hand sliding up your thigh and gripping hard enough to leave a bruise. “Hard to complain when I’m halfway to heaven.”

Your laugh dissolves into a near-pornographic moan as he pistons his hips into yours, faster now, obscene sounds filling the room. “Taking me so fucking well, baby,” he says, voice tight with effort. “So fucking good for me, like this pretty little pussy is mine.”

“It is,” you whine before you can stop yourself, head rolling back against the pillow at the possessiveness of it, shooting straight up your spine like an electric shock.

“Fuck,” he rasps, pace stuttering for a second. “Say it again.”

“It’s yours, Lando — fuck — I’m yours.”

“Jesus,” he whines, hips snapping into yours with a renewed sense of urgency. You’re barely coherent, all whines and gasps and moans, pleasure coiling white-hot in your core, and he just keeps talking, running that filthy, perfect mouth of his like it’s all he knows how to do. 

“Gonna come for me, baby?” he grits out, hand snaking between the two of you and flicking at your clit in the way he knows will make you fall apart around him. “Look at me. Wanna watch you when it happens, yeah? Be a good girl f’me. Need to feel it.”

Your vision blurs and you shatter beneath him with a cry, clenching around him like a vise, and Lando groans loud and unfiltered. He keeps moving his hips, fucking you through it, chasing his own release until his rhythm falters and he spills inside you with a strangled “Fuckfuckfuck—” and a broken moan of your name. 

He collapses on top of you, and for a moment all you can hear is the soft sound of your breath mingling together, the beat of his heart against yours. The house playlist is still thrumming from Lando’s phone, across the room. 

“Fuck me,” your boyfriend groans, voice muffled with his face buried into your neck. 

“Just did,” you breathe, grinning like a menace, and he lifts his head to giggle and press a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

You arrive to the red carpet twenty-five minutes after you’re supposed to be there — fashionably late, Lando reassures you with a smile. 

If anyone notices the wrinkles in his brand-new shirt, they don’t say a word.

[sjyuns]

MY LOSER BOYFRIEND — LEE HEESEUNG

loser!heeseung x fem!reader established relationship in which everyone questions your taste in men, but there's nothing you love more than a hot loser boyfriend who's deeply obsessed with ramyeon, keyboards, and you (especially you) mikaela's i love hee i need him in my life | collection

I WANNA BE YOURS — how he confessed (how you forced him to)

loser!heeseung who thinks he's super cool and nonchalant with the way he strategically chooses to sit next to you in class as if you can't see him spasm every time you lean in to talk to him, sweaty palms of his leaving obvious marks on the table.

It's cute, you think, so cute.

You can hear him catch his breath, as if it was a sin to breathe every moment you were near and you wonder if he knows that he's got you wrapped around his finger.

Heeseung thinks he's getting it all wrong, even though the obvious signs you've been hinting at of liking him couldn't be any clearer. He feels hot all around because you’re so hot and he's such a loser — there's no way on earth that you'd ever like him or even consider him when you have people lining up just to see you.

As cringey as it sounds he akins it to a tier list like those in ranked games; him a mere bronze level loser while you were in an unreachable challengers tier. He'd need at least 10,000 hours of gameplay and upgrades to ever be able to even touch you.

So, when you have him cornered in your grasps, questioning him if he liked you, Lee Heeseung is nothing but nerves, spouting out complex analogies about how much he liked you.

"It's like laning phase dominance," he starts, and he's so nervous looking at you to the point that he wants to look away but he can't because his body feels out of his control (and you look so pretty today just as you did yesterday). "I'm playing mid lane with my champion I really want to win but my enemy's playing a better champion than I am but I really want to dominate the mid lane so b—"

You cut him off with a kiss, his pouty lips too inviting not to. Heeseung freaks out and he wants to pinch himself to see if this isn't one of his late night put-him-to-sleep scenarios about him bagging you.

"So am I the mid-lane in that analogy?" you ask, teasing him as your lips separate from his.

"No, I mean—" Heeseung panics and he thinks he's losing you over a stupid League of Legends playing tactic. "Yes, technically but you're nothing like a lane physically you're so much prettier and—"

"You think I'm pretty, Hee?" He melts, cheeks dusted a rosy red as he tries to catch a breath, eyes darting around in innocence.

"Yeah, I do actually."

DOMESTICITY — living with him

loser boyfriend!heeseung who walks around the house in loose sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt not knowing what it does to you and your heart.

"Hee," you call and he comes running immediately, going so far as to abandon his game for you.

"Yes, baby?" he answers and he knows from the look on your face that you're hungry so he cooks for you. It's anything but special yet it warms your heart, how he's nothing but willing to do anything for you.

You remember the first time you complimented him on his cooking, the ramyeon in your bowl gone after no more than five slurps and Heeseung's beaming, almost glowing at your satisfied expression.

"I told you babe," he grins, long fringe hovering over the crinkles of his eyes, "shin is so good with the egg cloud but you should never ever put egg inside neoguri. I've tried it and the seafood broth covers the beauty of it."

"Hee," you call and he stops to look at you, bambi eyes glistening under the studio lights of your shared apartment, "you're spiraling again."

"Sorry baby," he gives you a sheepish grin, "I'm just so excited that you like my ramyeon. I've always wanted to make it for you."

"I guess you're my ramyeon slave now," you grin, "because I'm eating this even in my grave."

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY — when he gets jealous

hot loser boyfriend!heeseung feels green venom boiling in him when you get approached by idiots who can't seem to grasp the fact that you're taken, even when he's standing right beside you.

His grip on you tightening as you leaning closer into him, kindly rejecting the boy standing in front of you. "I have a boyfriend," you tell him, looking over to Heeseung who can't help but give the poor boy death glares.

And you really don't think you should be salivating at how hot your boyfriend looks when he's mad in such a situation but you find yourself doing just that, staring at him in adoration as he wraps his arms around you possessively, not wanting to let you go.

"I can't believe that guy, how can one have such low IQ," he grumbles, placing a chaste kiss on the crown of your head, brows still furrowed in frustration.

"Right," you answer, totally unaware of what Heeseung had just said, mind focused on your boyfriend's face and you wonder how Heeseung has never been asked out before because he's so pretty: like an angel from heaven.

"Right, and the audacity? I was here first and you're literally my girlfriend, if he wants a girlfriend he can take a pick from the other less pretty ones, how — baby, are you listening to me?"

You hum, looking up at him with eyes of innocence and he folds, instantly. Pent up anger vanishing into thin air as you envelope him with happiness. "You look so hot right now," you tell him, and he gives you a slight look of concern.

"Baby, how's jealousy hot?" Heeseung almost laughs at your words, unable to wrap his head around what you found hot about him.

"Well, because you said that I'm yours." You point out and he ponders.

"I mean yeah, isn't that a fact. You're my girlfriend." He states, like it's always going to be this way, "just like how my keyboards are my keyboards and not anyone else's. I mean no two people can have one thing."

"Hee, you're so ruining the moment," you whine and he flashes you the goofiest grin.

You love your hot loser boyfriend and the best part is that he loves you more.

© SJYUNS

[parfaitblogs]

in a world of boys, he's a gentleman ❀ s. reid x reader

in which your night out comes to an end, and your boyfriend has to try to keep your wandering hands off of him. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: fluff tags: alcohol consumption. reader is drunk. reader is a brat. spencer is so exasperated. but he loves you so bad. age gap probably. suggestive content. word count: 2.1k a/n: oh my god i miss having a man to pick me up and love me when im drunk #thisshouldbeme final boss level 1000. simple fun fluff i love when he's nice to us i should do this more often. circa summer 2024 ass title i'm rebuilding spencer reid tumblr brick by brick. 

You were never meant to be this drunk. 

Truly, you had grandeur plans for it to be a one and done night. Entertain the birthday girl — your best friend — with your presence and take care of her, for it is her night, and then go home and pass out early enough in dark green sheets and the sound of your boyfriend sleeping next to you. 

You'd even told him about these plans. 

Instead? He's staring down at his phone with a locked jaw, and four different messages from you glaring back up at him. Incomprehensible, if he weren't as smart as he were. If he weren't as attuned to you and your mannerisms down to the way you text. A man who doesn't even like texting, and he's memorised how you do. 

Something about him picking you up, maybe, if he wants. Another thing about you finding him pretty. Another with a photo of the — and he quotes — really good vodka coke the bartender made you (he's certain it tastes the same as the last three you mentioned drinking). Finally, a photo of you in the bathrooms, arms around your best friend, grinning at the mirror through your phone, showing off your outfit to him. As if he hadn't memorised, documented, the way the skirt looked on you when you left hours earlier. 

When he doesn't reply to a single message, you call him, and endearment for you grows, for he can hear the pout on your lips as you speak into the phone. 

"Why're you ignorin' me?" you mumble, which isn't much help considering how loud the world around you is, your voice nearly drowning out. 

"I'm not, honey," he says. "I only just checked your messages. I was about to respond."

"Liar. You're ignoring me. You hate me."

"I can assure you I don't," he's amused. He's so stupidly amused, you want to kick him for it. You don't. You can't. Instead, you let him keep sweet talking you out of your predisposed anger. "Are you having a good night?"

"Yes!" you brighten almost immediately. "Did you see the photo I sent?"

"Of your outfit? Yeah, angel. You look pretty," he's practically perfected how to talk to you when drunk. You're oblivious to it, always too intoxicated to register he is extra nice when you're barely able to hold yourself upright. 

"Thank you," you reply, and he can hear the fluster. "Look prettier in—in person."

"I know. I saw you before you left, remember?"

"Oh. Yeah," your cheeks heat, and you roll your bottom lip between your teeth. The bricks are a juxtaposing cold against your back. Rough, too. Oddly comforting. "Are you busy? Am I keeping you from somethin'? S'that why you were ignorin' me?"

"No," he replies. "I'm waiting for you to be ready to come home. Is that why you're calling?"

"Mm-mm," you shake your head, giggling to yourself because you remember he can't see that. He doesn't know why you're laughing, but he smiles at it nonetheless. "Jus' wanted to hear your voice. Miss you."

"I miss you too, honey," he says, and you can hear that smile in his voice. 

"What're you doin' then?" you ask, staring at the door to the club you had deserted, keeping an eye out for your friends to emerge. 

"Reading."

"Reading what?"

"Sofia Petrovna," he tells you, and, as if he can see the way your eyebrows furrow, he adds, "Russian novel by Lydia Chukovskaya. I'll find a translation so you can read it, I think you'd like it."

"You should jus' read it to me right now," you mumble, crouching down to the floor, resting your head on your knees. "Translate for me."

"You most certainly won't remember a thing I'm saying. Where are your friends?"

"In the club. It got overstimulating," you tell him. 

There's a pause on the other end of the line, and an excuse about how you can actually see your friends still — you can't — manifests on your tongue, preempting the scolding he's no doubt formulating. 

However, two simple, stern — but not too scary — words kill the faux reassurance immediately. "You're alone?" 

You hesitate. "...No?"

"Can you go find your friends, please? I don't want you outside alone."

"Yes, sir," you stand back up. His jaw clenches, biting back his reprimand. He doesn't have the energy to lecture you about the dangers of being this drunk alone, and he's sure you wouldn't appreciate it anyways. Or remember it. "I will call you back later! Bye! Love you!"

He continues to hear from you for the two hours following. A photo once you find your friends to assure him you're safe, a mistyped message about how you love him more than anything in the world, another asking if he's mad at you when he doesn't reply. Eventually, you're calling him again, chatter from the smoker's lounge you'd disappeared into loud, but he can faintly make out you asking him to pick you up. 

He finds himself in an empty enough street just a block away from the last club you told him you were going to, waiting. 

There were people everywhere, just past the corner of the street. Girls with their bags hanging limply down by their calves, fast food paper bags held up to some of their mouths. Never his scene, but he's shown up enough for you since you started dating to know what he's looking out for. 

He can see you before you spot him, but when you do, he can't fight the smile at the sight of you brightening up in an instant. Distantly, he hears you call his name, pointing him out to your friends and stumbling towards the car. 

"Hi!" you collapse against the passenger's seat door, window open and waiting for you, as you lean into the car. 

Recognising the offer for what it was, he leans across the console to kiss you before you can start drunkenly accusing him of not loving you. Or whatever you can come up with to start a baseless, completely harmless argument with him. 

"Hi, honey. Good night?" he asks as you finally pull open the door, settling into the seat with a sigh, head nodding as you peel your shoes off of your feet and curl up. 

"I think so," you murmur, hair covering your face as you drop your head, and a yawn stretches your mouth open. "I'll tell you all about it t'morrow."

"Can't wait," he muses. 

"You never answered me," you then say — which is generous, considering he could barely make out a word — looking over at him. "'Bout if you're mad."

"I wasn't mad," he reassures you. "Just worried. Thought we talked about not being out and alone when you're this intoxicated?"

"Yeah. I know. Sorry."

Tomorrow, as it turns out, follows a quiet drive home for you to collect your thoughts, and his helping hands at removing your makeup and getting you into the shower. A year old promise that he will always force you under the water before bed no matter what protests you come up with.

Now, here you are, rambling his ear off animatedly on the edge of the bathroom sink, as he brushes a wet comb through your hair. 

He's listening intently, soaking in every word you were saying about your night out, even if it entirely made no sense to him. Your attempt at stringing together your night's events was poor at best, and he's pretty sure you've re-explained four times that you went into then night with fake names and backstories to try and fool everyone.

"And then we went to... um... I forgot the name. But it was free entry, so we went in, obviously, and this guy bought us drinks because of the birthday sash she was wearing, so that was awesome. That was the vodka coke I sent you, it was so goo—can I have a kiss?"

Your request catches him off guard, and the comb clatters to the basin beside you when his hand drops from your hair. 

"Is that all you want?" he hums, leaning forwards. His lips brush against your own, and you smile.

"Yep. Just a kiss," you chirp, slouching your shoulders so you could look up at him with wide eyes you know all too well he can't deny. "Please?"

You just had to ask so nicely, and he was left with very little choice in the matter in the end. 

He kisses you for only a second, aiming to pull away and successfully get you into bed before you can take this any further. 

Ever so sneaky, though, you catch your fingers into his hair and tug him back into you, legs hooking around his waist to keep him locked. His hips knock the cabinets, but he's distracted by your lips back on his to fully register the hit. 

"Honey," he mumbles against your lips. A warning, you think. It sounds it. 

You don't listen. 

Instead, you inch closer to the edge of the basin until he's forced to roll his hips into yours to push you back, saving you from falling off. 

You whine, and the sound has him coming back to reality, deftly pulling away from your lips. You protest, quietly, and he's forced to tangle a hand in your hair to tug your head back, keeping you away from him.

"No," he says, firmly. If you were sober, maybe you'd back down under the demand. Then again, if you were sober, he wouldn't be saying no to you. Instead, his tone of voice only makes your smile widen, and your skin tingle. 

"It was just a kiss," you protest, slipping off the sink once he steps back, letting him guide you like a lost puppy back into his bedroom. "Spencer?"

"No it wasn't," he says, hand on your back as he navigates you over to his bed. "We've talked about this."

He sits down before you, and despite the scolding, lets you climb over him into the bed anyways, hips straddling his waist as he lays back on the bed. 

"Just a kiss. I promise," you affirm, breath warm against his lips. 

He gives in, as he always does, and lets you kiss him again. 

Hips square above his, chest pressing on his, fingers ruffling the sheets beside his head. You kiss him until you're out of air, and convinced he's drunk enough on your taste to let you go further. 

He isn't. 

"Behave," he quips when your hand drops to his waistband, his fingers catching your wrist and lifting it back up. You're too focussed on the way his hand fits around the joint to argue. 

"I am," you huff, tilting your head with a lopsided grin. "Didn't do anything!"

"Brat," he pinches your hip, and you squirm, bursting into a fit of giggles. "Go to bed."

"Can't. You've got me caged up on top of you," you jut your chin out. "Maybe you're the problem."

"Yep. Sure am," he confirms, letting his arms around you go slack, just to watch you fall off his chest and to the mattress beside him. "Sleep."

"Or what?"

He pushes air out of his nose, but it's all too difficult to stay frustrated with you when you're staring up at him with the hugest smile on your face. You know exactly what you're doing — and he's just letting you.

He thinks he will forever.

He pauses in choosing a response. "Do you want me to be nice when I wake you up tomorrow?"

"Depends," you study him, eyes narrowing; drunken skepticism. "What's your version of nice?"

"You're a smart girl. Figure it out," he kisses your nose, "and go to sleep."

"Are you being suggestive?" you sit up abruptly, and his palms find comfort in his face, running down it. "Spencer."

"I'm not answering that. Go to sleep, honey."

"I can't. Why would you say that? You're such a tease. Oh my God. I hate you," you moan, dramatically falling back down to the bed, head finding the space between his shoulder and his neck. "Do you promise?"

It's like he knows you're giving up, for his voice has dropped into a drawl, exhaustion he'd been expertly masking coming out as he speaks. "Promise what?" 

"To wake me up nicely?"

"If you're good and go to sleep now, yes."

"Pinky promise?" his eyes are now closed, but you still search his face with keen interest. He smiles. He can feel it. 

"Pinky promise," he affirms, and he finally — finally — fully relaxes as he feels you curl into him. "Goodnight, honey."

"G'night, Spence."

[landoughnut]

Obsessed - MV1

masterlist - request

pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader

summary: when the tough, harsh, four-time world champion is in love

w/c & a/n: smau | im thirsty for max smaus

maxverstappen1

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user1 I actually cantttt 🥹 the way the only thing max posts besides f1 stuff is her

user2 the way he's not even IN the pictures

user3 we literally get appreciation posts of her like every other day

user4 max give me your game card

maxverstappen1 no.

lando why is she with you

maxverstappen1 I ask myself that every day tbh

yourusername lando well... 😏 ♥︎ by author

lando yourusername I take back my question. you are disgusting

danielricciardo mate you might as well change your username to her name atp, it's just pictures of her ♥︎ by author

maxverstappen1 my favorite job is being her personal photographer 😄

redbullracing maxverstappen1 ..... 🤨

yourusername redbullracing stole your driver 😛 ♥︎ by author

user5 why is no one talking about she looks like a real life angel ♥︎ by author

maxverstappen1 trust me I know

carlossainz55 who knew you were such a sap with captions like that

maxverstappen1 what can I say 🤷🏼‍♂️ she gets it out of me

user6 max is so obsessed with her I need my bf to be like him fr 😩

pierregasly you need to stop with these posts man you're making me look bad

yourusername #justiceforkika

maxverstappen1 pierregasly never

kikagomes yourusername I love you babe marry me

maxverstappen1 kikagomes I think the fuck not 🙂

user7 maxverstappen1 tsk tsk max more community service hours for you

yourusername kikagomes babe ignore max I'm already planning our elope 🤭

danielricciardo yourusername 👀

maxverstappen1 danielricciardo i will kill you.

yourusername danielricciardo maxverstappen1 what are you two hiding 😑

danielricciardo yourusername 🤐

lando maxverstappen1 HEYYY TELL ME TOO

maxverstappen1 lando no you're a blabber mouth

lando maxverstappen1 I'm telling my mum 😾

maxverstappen1

liked by yourusername, lando, charles_leclerc, redbullracing, and 5,429,630 others maxverstappen1 the ducks are us

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yourusername MAXXX OMG YOU ARE SO CUTE I MIGHT CRY 🥹 I LOVE YOU ♥︎ by author

maxverstappen1 ik hou meer van jou, mijn mooie meisje 🫶

user8 guys this isn't funny anymore when will I find a guy who takes pretty pictures of me and says that we are two adorable ducks

user9 real

user10 they are sooooo grumpy sunshine but with him having the softest soft spot for her

lando okay thats enough you guys are making me feel lonely

yourusername go kiss carlos or something ♥︎ by author

user10 yourusername clocked him

redbullracing our favorites 💙 ♥︎ by author

oscarpiastri aesthetic max 🔓 ♥︎ by author

alex_albon lily would like me to ask if you are ever up for... a... double... date

yourusername YES YES YES YES YES YES

maxverstappen1 well since my lady is so keen on the idea, sure

user11 "my lady" SCREAMINGGG AWWW

danielricciardo I love you guys ♥︎ by author

yourusername we love you too Danny 🥰

charles_leclerc what... what does this mean for us 🥺

maxverstappen1 don't you have a girlfriend? go cry to her

user12 maxverstappen1 CLOCKED HIM

user13 forget max I need HER

maxverstappen1 blocked 😍

user14 who cares about him ma'am please give me one chance

maxverstappen1 and are you a four time world champion?

user15 maxverstappen1 CLOCKED HIMMMMMMM

yourusername damn it I knew we should have kept the ducks ♥︎ by author

maxverstappen1 liefde how would we take care of them while traveling

yourusername maxverstappen1 you underestimate me.. I can be a very good mother duck 😇 ♥︎ by author

maxverstappen1 yourusername I'm sure you could be, maybe next time 😁

maxverstappen1

liked by yourusername, victoriaverstappen, danielricciardo, and 9,246,348 others maxverstappen1 soon to be mrs verstappen 💙

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victoriaverstappen AHHHHHH SCREAMING RIGHT NOW CONGRATULATIONS GUYS OMG ♥︎ by author

yourusername THANK YOU VIC I LOVE YOU SMMMM

danielricciardo AYYYYY FINALLY CONGRATS GUYS I HELPED HIM MAKE THE RING ♥︎ by author

yourusername I can't believe you were able to hide this from me for so long

danielricciardo yourusername well your boyfriend, or now fiancé, threatened me too many times to count so I had to for my own safety

yourusername danielricciardo how romantic 💝

lando WHATATATTATATATTTTT YOU GUYS DIDN'T TELL ME ABOUT THIS ⁉️⁉️

charles_leclerc NOOOOO LESTAPPENNNNNN

yourusername just put the fries in the bag already bro

charles_leclerc I'm just joking congratulations guys ❤️

maxverstappen1 thank you 🙂

sophiekumpen omg!! so so so happy for you guys ❤️ I love and miss you both so much! ♥︎ by author

yourusername 🥹 thank you so much! we will visit soon 💗

maxverstappen1 bedankt mam ik hou van je

user16 MAX IS GOING TO BE MARRIED??!?!??!?!?

user17 and the hottest couple award goes to them 😫

alex_albon congrats! you guys are adorable ♥︎ by author

kikagomes MY GIRL IS ENGAGED OMGGG

kikagomes the middle pic 😍

yourusername MWAHHHHH XXXX

user18 HELLO??? IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE ABSOLUTE ROCK ON HER FINGER??

user19 sis that ain't a rock thats a whole boulder

user20 the way it literally doesn't even dent his bank

francolapinto congratulations! ♥︎ by author

yourusername gracias francoooo 🥳

carlossainz55 felicitaciones a la pareja más hermosa 🙌 ♥︎ by author

maxverstappen1 thanks carlos 😊

user21 max using emojis is uncanny

yourusername carlossainz55 GRACIASSSS CARLITOSSSSS

lando I better be at this wedding.

yourusername sorry no kids invited ♥︎ by author

user22 yourusername CLOCKEDDDDD HIMMMMMMM

lando yourusername YOU AND MAX ARE SUCH BULLIES OH MY GOSH ♥︎ by author

user23 what is up with them recently 😭 they're so feisty I love it

user24 max is a lucky lucky man

maxverstappen1 I know ☺️

schecoperez FELICIDADES AMIGOS ♥︎ by author

maxverstappen1 thank you checo 😁

yourusername you are too handsome for your own good, you know that? ♥︎ by author

maxverstappen1 nahhh you're the one who's too ethereal

lando maxverstappen1 sid 🦥

lando WHO SAID THATTTTTTT

yourusername lando don't do my man dirty like that 😭 he's the prettiest sloth there is ♥︎ by author

maxverstappen1 yourusername so now I'm sid the sloth....

yourusername maxverstappen1 don't worry love, your title will be upgraded to husband soon enough 💕 ♥︎ by author

maxverstappen1 yourusername I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that 😍

[piastri-fvx]

Paper Rings. Oscar Piastri.

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x singer! reader, smau

Summary: When Oscar is clearly a fan and not exactly trying to hide it.

Face Claim: Sabrina Carpenter

Disclaimer/s: nonee!!

A/N: I'M BACKKKKK!! TYSM for 100 Followers AHHHH!! hope u enjoy and let me know if u wanna be added to my tag list <333 inspired by the taylor song, obv :)))

masterlist.

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yourusername thank you for the memories, london ❤️

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user1 please y/n my heart can't take it. i'm too in love u

-> user2 we all are bby

user3 unreal

user4 dead

-> user5 y/n, ONE CHANCE PLSSSS

user6 her husband is so lucky

-> user7 realest thing of 2025

user8 people died (it's me, i am people)

oscarpiastri 😍😍😍

-> user9 oscar fangirling piastri

-> user10 slay

user11 drop the album twin 🎀

user12 WOW

-> user13 i want her so bad

pinterest do you do weddings? as the bride? (pls say yes, admin is in love) ♥︎ by author

-> yourusername we're already married baby

-> user14 if pinterest says that, it means something

user15 please step on me

@y/n.updates

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y/n.updates Formula 1 driver Oscar Piastri was spotted leaving y/n latest concert in Melbourne 🤭

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user1 he looks so cuteeee awwww

user2 he's giving polite cat again lollll

-> user3 he's such a cutie patootie 😔

user4 greats news for the unemployed 🙄

-> user5 girl stop hating and get a life wtf

user6 oh to be y/n

user7 i just know that was the best day of his life

-> user8 he's such a fan 😭

user9 @mclaren admin pls ask him about it 🥺🥺🥺

-> user10 admin has to deliver now 😔

user11 probably sang his soul out

user12 is there any information about them possibly meeting?

-> user13 like backstage? not yet, i think

@mclaren

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mclaren you asked, we delivered! check out the newest mclaren youtube video to find out all about osc's experience at his favorite singers concert

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user1 they're finally feeding us

user2 "she's even prettier in real life," OSCAR??? PIASTRI?????

-> user3 he is soooo in love

user4 literally gone for her and she's not even his girlfriend lmao

-> user5 we lost him chat 🥀

user6 "she smiled at me once and i was internally freaking out." MAMA Y PAPA

user7 just get married already bro 😝

-> user8 that should be me 💔

yourusername invites to a gp when? (i wanna meet oscar :)) ♥︎ by author

-> oscarpiastri i think i just died ♥︎ by author

-> mclaren check your dms, y/n!

-> yourusername @oscarpiastri don't die, you're so sexy ahahhah ♥︎ by author

-> user9 not her quoting a literal meme-

-> oscarpiastri i'm gonna go cry ♥︎ by author

user10 the way he was blushing and looking so shyyyyyy my heartttttt

user11 my world are colliding

-> user12 how tf did i not know he's a y/n stan too 😭

lando i want an invite to the wedding ♥︎ by author

user13 dropped my phone

-> user14 valid af sis

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yourusername wait, is this the sport where the cars go vroom vroom? 🧡

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user1 poetic lolllll

user2 landoscar awwwww 🥺

-> user3 literally makes me so happy

lando best friend 😝 ♥︎ by author

-> oscarpiastri hey!! ♥︎ by author

-> user4 not osc getting jealous 😭

-> yourusername @lando if i was a guy, i'd be gay for you 😍

-> user5 is that sarcasm?

user6 SLAYYYYY

user7 SUPER HUMAN 😍😍😍

-> user8 literally WOW

user9 she's a busy woman ♥︎ by author

-> yourusername this is my new fav comment, it's going into the story 🥰

-> user9 WOKE UP TO THIS WHATTTTTT

gracieabrams miss u babe ♥︎ by author

-> yourusername miss u more baby

user10 u did more for me than my therapist (sorry linda) ♥︎ by author

user11 why is no one talking about the fact that oscar finally met his future wife???

-> user12 real does nobody care anymore of what

user13 gorgeous

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yourusername i like shiny things but i'd marry you with paper rings ❤️

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oscarpiastri future wife 😍 ♥︎ by author

-> yourusername i love youuuuuuu

-> user1 AM I HALLUCINATING????

user2 screaming

user3 osc hard launch???

-> user4 like HELLO.

user5 MOM AND DAD LOVE EACH OTHER

-> user6 FINALLY

user7 please please please someone frame this

user8 THE PIC OF THEM AND THEN AND THEN. THE PIC OF OSC??? AND- HELPPPPP AHSHDJKDKDKDNDKD

-> user9 I'M DEADDDD

user10 yes please

user11 may a love like this find me

user12 oh i bet oscar did some (a lot) manifesting methods

-> user13 he was NOT risking anything bro

user14 the fact that obsessing actually worked 😭😭😭

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A/N: been gone for over a month... oops 😭 anyways, i'm back now and i hope to be more produtive for you guys!! <333

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Movie Week

Day 3 - Hush (2016)

Noncon yandere slasher x fem reader - 5.2k words Tags: knife play, spitting in your mouth, slight degradation, DEAD DOVE

Quit fucking squirming. I will cut you, understand?

There. See? Not so hard. Just hold still and let me look at you.

Pretty thing... Even prettier with the way you're all stretched out under me. Never thought I'd be so into a girl, but I guess I was just waiting for the right one to come along.

What's that, honey? Can't really hear you through the gag. Don't really care to neither. I'm not here to listen to you talk.

Hmmm, you're a cute little thing too, you know that? I noticed it the first time I saw you. Sitting in the hot tub with all your friends, getting drunk and stumbling around all helpless. Don't blame yourself too much, but you're the whole reason I ended up here. Did what I did.

It was fate, really. Or luck. Bad luck, on your part. Great fucking luck on mine.

I don't really walk through the woods on my way home. But the snow was coming on and I figured a few minutes shaved off would save me a world of trouble.

Didn't know folk stayed all the way out here. Guess this is some kind of AirBnB situation? Yeah, your plates aren't local, I noticed that much.

I heard you laughing. That's what dragged me off the path. Should be the other way around, don't you think? Me, the big, bad killer, luring you off into the cold, scary woods. But no. Not this time.

Heard you laughing and it got me curious.

If your host kept their fence in better shape maybe I'd have given up. Too fucking late and too fucking tired to be hopping fences.

You're all quiet now. What, you like listening to me yammer? Or are you just curious? Probably ain't easy to be you - some deranged killer coming out of the woods and picking off all your friends. Hell, I guess I'd want to hear his story too, if I was in your shoes.

Where was I? Right, the hole in your fence. Reckon you didn't even notice it. Had no reason to go looking for it.

But I found it. Looked through it just to see what was so damn funny. And that's when I saw you.

D'you know your hot tub is right under those fucking - whaddya call 'em - fairy lights? They make you look like a fucking dream. Reflecting off your skin where it's all wet. Playboy centre fold kind of shit.

I didn't even notice your friends at first. Couldn't take my eyes off you. Kept wondering what your skin felt like - all warm and wet from the water? Or chilly where the air touched you?

And then you stood up and I got a real good look at you. Didn't really think I had a type, but baby, it's you.

What are you looking at? You keep darting your eyes at the door, like someone is gonna save you.

Not happening. No one left out here but you and me.

Do you know how far we are from town? I bet that's why you booked this place, right? A nice, isolated cabin where you and your friends can party as loud as you want. That backfired pretty bad, didn't it? They screamed and screamed and no one heard 'em.

You're crying again. Is it grief or guilt?

Don't worry, baby. I'm here to kiss it all better.

Killing is... You probably think I'm a fucking serial killer, don't you? Guess I probably am. That's the kind of thing they call you when the bodies start stacking up, ain't it?

Thing is, it's never planned out. I don't do this shit for pleasure. At least, not the way you think.

It's like there's this pressure in my head. Building. Getting worse all the time. Only thing that makes it go away is this. Killing.

No, I don't know why they haven't caught me either. Like I said, I don't plan this shit out. It just happens. Like something inside me snaps and my head won't go quiet until its over.

You look scared. Guess I would be too, if some bastard covered in blood had me tied to the bed.

You're the last one, y'know. In case you're still wondering.

All your friends are dead. Even that flighty little bitch who tried running through the woods. Fuck, that was so annoying. Bet she was an annoying friend to have too, huh? I saw the way she was grinding up on your boyfriend last night. You shoulda put her in her place. 'Swhat I would have done. Bash her pretty face in and see how much your boyfriend likes her then.

Sorry. Got a bit worked up for a second.

We've already established I'm not the most... balanced person. So maybe don't do what I do.

I never talk this much. Don't really have a lot of people to talk to. Those fuckers at work are all brain dead, and my friends are mostly in the pen. Hard to talk when they've only got half an hour a week on the phones.

You look like you're the type to listen though. Sweet. Caring. Type to give a kid a kiss on the knee when they fall off their bike and start howling.

Y'know, I almost feel bad about this. But I guess you should know for sure, given what comes next. Might stop you from feeling like you're cheating or something.

You boyfriend is dead.

Thought he was gonna give me some trouble, big guy like that.

Nah. Bled like a stuck pig. Barely knew how to fight. Dissapointing honestly.

You're crying again. Is it the fact that your boyfriend is dead or the fact that I've got you all pinned up under me while I talk about him?

Either way, I like it when you cry.

Yeah, I know. Yet another fucked up thing to like. I mean, I know it's fucked. But I can't help it. It's the way I'm wired.

You must be wondering why you're still alive.

Truth is, I'm not sure either. I don't get, like, turned on when I kill. It's not enjoyable that way, y'know?

But seeing you run away from me? Scrambling like hell, almost making it? Yeah, that sure as fuck turned me on.

Don't look so surprised. I'm literally on top of you, what did you think was gonna happen?

Oh, and now you're squirming again. Can you at least let me finish talking first?

Stop it. Quit fucking moving so much. Hey -

I said FUCKING STOP.

There. Nice and quiet now that I've got a hand on your throat.

Anyway, where was I?

Right, I don't get turned on by this shit. I try not to do it at all, but that's plain impossible. My head goes all weird and then something small sets me off and next thing I know there's a dead cashier or an old lady with their head bashed in.

I've been trying to find other ways of letting off steam. Nothing works. Nothing scratches that itch.

Well, that's what I thought. Until I ran into you.

Y'know, your friend group is the only time I've done this shit premeditated? I spent all night watching you. I'm the one who pulled the spark plugs out of your car. I'm the one who tripped the lights. That was particularly fun. Had people stumbling over dead bodies in the dark and then screaming their heads off.

It was the most fun I've ever had. And I think the whole reason is you.

At the back of my mind, I knew I was going to save you for last. Like a little treat.

Oh, you don't like that at all, do you? You're crying even harder. Didn't think that was possible.

Don't wanna be my dessert? Don't wanna be all sweet for me? That's too fucking bad, sweetheart. 'Cause only one of us has a knife and it sure as hell ain't you.

At first, I thought I was just going to kill you. Maybe take my time with it. See what it's like when I think things through.

But then I caught you. Actually held you against my body while your kicked and screamed.

I don't know what makes you so special.

All I know is that when I finally had my hands on you... I stopped thinking about killing.

Maybe I just got all that shit out of my system when I was busy with your friends. But I don't think that's the whole truth.

When I hauled you up here and tied you up... I gotta be honest, my thoughts were getting real filthy.

That's new. Like I said, this shit doesn't turn me on. I've never had fantasies about... well, I guess we should call a spade a spade, huh? I've never gotten turned on thinking about forcing someone.

But that's exactly what I'm going to do to you. We both know it.

Hey, no turning away. No closing your eyes like I'm some boogeyman that will just go away. Look at me. I said -

Look. At. Me.

Mhm, ain't that pretty? So fucking scared. You make me feel like a God.

Tell me something sweetheart, am I your type? If I wasn't covered in blood and stuff. Don't worry, you can be honest.

No? Didn't think so. Your boyfriend looked sweet. Kind of guy who asks if he can kiss you and hold your hand and all that sappy shit. Me? Well, we both know I ain't asking before I take what I want.

Y'know, it's funny. When I was a kid, I ended up in juvie. Over some stupid shit. Vandalism or something. Can't remember. But when I was in there they had this shrink. Used to single me out all the time for extra sessions. Said he was worried about some "escalating violent tendencies" or something. I didn't really listen.

But now? I think he might've been onto something. I just kill to scratch the itch, y'know? But this? What I'm about to do to you? Oh baby, it's all pleasure.

It's going to be a real fucking pleasure to screw you, sweetheart.

Ha. Look at you go. You really think you can fight me off now? Bit late to try the muay thai, doll.

Where should I start? I think we'll go with your shirt. I've been wanting to see what's under your bra ever since I saw you in your bikini.

Hmm, your hands are in the way with the way I've got you tied. Guess I'll just have to rip it. Hope it didn't have sentimental value.

Just gonna grab it by the collar and...

Would you look at that? Shit tore like fucking paper. Guess that's the universe's way of giving me the go ahead.

Let's toss it. Get to the good stuff.

Oh. Oh my. Is that a lace bra? My favorite colour too.

Aww, did you dress up all pretty for me, sweetheart?

Let me just... Fuck, your tits feel fucking amazing. The perfect size for me. Cute little nipples too. I wonder what happens if I pinch 'em like this...

Baby, was that a moan? Did you just moan for me?

Ha! Didn't know you were such a slut. Thought for sure you were the sweet little girl-next-door. Barley been kissed, barley been fingered, never been fucked.

Don't get all shy now. No use hiding your face. We both heard it.

How about we just say that your body betrayed you? Would that make you feel better? I can fuck you good and proper and when you come you can pretend you didn't enjoy it. There, will that help you sleep at night?

No answer. Guess you can't really give one. And even if I did take that gag off, I reckon you wouldn't have much to say beyond, "Please don't fuck me Mr Serial Killer! I'm saving it for marriage!"

Hmm. Maybe I'm not so opposed to that - hearing you beg a little. Especially with those pretty tears in your eyes.

...No. I'll save that for later. For now...

I hate to cut your bra off, sweetheart. It looks real expensive. But I'll buy you a new one, promise. Victoria's Secret or whatever you want.

Look at you freezing up. Don't like feeling my knife tracing up your belly? Here, why don't you feel it at your throat too?

Sharp, ain't it? Even after everything I've used it for.

You're not going to keep giving me a hard time, are you? I can fuck you with my knife at your throat the entire time if I have to. Awful dangerous that. One little slip...

Yeah, you're gonna be good for me. I can see it in your eyes.

Let's get back to it then. Gotta say, I'm getting hard just playing with you like this. Dragging the tip of my knife down your chest, slipping it under your bra... it's such a pretty sight.

Hold still for this part. Don't wanna cut you too bad.

The straps first. And now the band...

Shiiiit doll, it's even better than I hoped. Look at those tits.

You don't mind if get a taste do you?

Mhhmmm. So warm. I kind of want to just...

Hah, look at the way you squirm when I bite your nipples. What's wrong, gorgeous? Worried I'm gonna leave a mark? Worried your boyfriend is gonna find out? I think he's beyond caring at this point.

Speaking of marks, I've always wanted to give a girl a lovebite. Ma used to say it was trashy, but I think it's kind of sexy. Walking around and everyone knowing you've been fucked.

Here, tilt your head to the side a little. I want to kiss your neck.

Was that a shiver? Don't like me so close, is that it? I ain't gonna bite out your jugular like a dog. At least, not today.

Hmmm, you smell amazing. How the hell do girls do that? Smell like fucking strawberries and shit? Makes me want to gobble you right up.

How do you feel right now, I wonder. Big, scary killer kissing your neck and saying you smell good. I wonder if this shit turns you on. I've heard some girls are really into this "dark romance" stuff. Don't really think I'm being romantic right now, but who's to say?

Why don't we check?

Hey, I'm just unbuttoning your jeans. Quit trying to buck me off.

I could fucking cut them off, if you want me to use my knife so bad.

Yeah, that's what I thought. All nice and sweet for me when I mention the knife. Fucking ridiculous. I can kill you just as easy with my bare hands.

See? You've gone and pissed me off. I was trying to be nice to you. I'm not even going to bother anymore, if you're going to be like that.

Matching panties. Fuck, I'm not even in the mood to appreciate them anymore.

Just gonna rip them off and get straight to it.

Two fingers enough for you sweetheart? Goddamn, look at you arching off the bed. Two fingers too fucking much, apparently.

Shit, you're tight. Must not want this at all. Not surprising. I reckon if I play a bit with my fingers, you'll loosen up. Biology and all that.

God, it's so fucking sick seeing my fingers sliding into you like this. You're getting my gloves all slick and wet. Bet that must feel real strange, huh? Getting finger fucked while I'm still wearing my gloves?

Guess I was right about the dark romance thing. You're soaking. Does this shit really turn you on? Hell, you're about as sick and twisted as me, if that's really the case.

Don't like that, do you? Yeah, I can tell.

You make such cute noises, you know that? All these little gasps and whines. Not like that fake shit you see in porn.

Didn't think I'd be getting so turned on just fingering a girl, but hell baby, I'm 'bout to burst my jeans.

I can't believe I'm about to do this, but it's too late to stop now. Let's get my belt off...

Aaaah, that's so much better. Was fucking strangling my cock. Here, let me grab your thighs and hook your knees over my shoulders.

Yeah, this is perfect. Let's me hold onto your hips real nice.

Can you feel that, sweetheart? My cock rubbing up against your pussy?

Stop shaking your head like that's gonna stop me. Kicking and screaming and crying ain't stopped me, what makes you think I'll change my mind now?

Give me a second. I want to look at you properly. Make sure I remember this for the rest of my life. The first time I'm fucking my girl and ain't she prettier than a picture? Not even my wettest dreams could have come up with something so perfect.

Only one thing in the world could possibly makes this better.

See my knife? Feel the way I'm pressing it against your cheek? Remember that feeling when I slice your gag off.

I want to hear three words. That's it. Anything else and I start cutting, got it?

Good. Now, here's what I want you to say.

"Please fuck me."

You got that? No begging me to stop. No asking me to go slow. Just begging me to fuck you. Nothing else.

And if you ruin this for me, sweetheart? If you fuck up my perfect fantasy? You'll be joining your friends. I don't need you breathing to fuck you. Just warm. Understand?

Good.

There. Your gag is off. What do you say?

Ha! Baby, how can I resist when you ask so nice? Sure honey, I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you so hard my cock will brand itself inside your belly. Ready?

Fuuuucckk.

Oh God, you're the hottest cunt I've ever had. Just wanna stay here for the rest of my life, deep inside you.

Here, let me press my hand against your lower belly when I start thrusting.

Shit, I can actually feel it.

I can feel my dick inside you. Heh, guess I'm a little too big for you afterall.

You're sucking me in, you know that? Your pussy wants me. Don't matter that I'm practically splitting you in half. Your filthy, whore cunt still wants me.

Aww, look at the way you flinch when I swear. Bet your boyfriend never said a single mean thing to you in his life, huh?

God, it's hard to keep so slow. But I'm managing it, just for you. Giving you time to adjust. See? I can be a gentleman too sometimes. Say thank you.

I said, say thank you.

Sure thing, doll. I'll do anything for you. Well, anything except let you go. Ain't gonna be doing that anytime soon, not with how perfect you are for me.

Never had a fuck this good in my life. Didn't think it could get this good.

Hey, don't look away from me. Did I say you could look away from me?

Do I gotta grab your face and force you?

There. Let me see those pretty eyes. Let me see the fear and the pain and the guilt. Give me everything, baby. I want it all. Every part you have to give. Your body. Your soul. They'll all be mine by the time I'm through.

Can't keep holding back. Grab the sheets if you have to, but I'm not slowing down after this.

That's it. Fucking take it.

Take it take it take it. Take my cock and beg for more.

Pretty little slut, I'm gonna fuck you rotten and raw. Ain't known the meaning of getting dicked down until I came along.

Fuck, that's it. Cry for me. Let me see those tears.

Listen to you, repeating what I told you to say like it's going to save you. Just makes me want you more, baby.

Hell, you're tight. Gonna cum inside you. Gonna mark you up. Gonna make you mine.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You were made for me, I get it now. Made just for me. No one else is ever going to touch you. I'll kill them. I'll kill you.

Take it, bitch. Take my cock and keep begging for more.

Nothing could pull me out of you. Not heaven or hell or judgement day. This is right where I belong. Inside you. Raping you.

Yeah, that's exactly what this is. Ain't no use denying it. I see you shaking your head like hearing the word makes it real.

That's what I am, aren't I? Your rapist.

And you're still begging me to fuck you.

Oh, you're fucked, doll. Well and truly fucked.

Open your mouth. I want to lean forward and let my spit drop into your mouth while I screw you bleeding.

Swallow.

Good.

You're never going to get the taste out, y'know that? I'm always going to be a part of you - my spit, my cum, all of it. Inside you forever.

You can scrub away my touch but you'll never outlive these memories, baby. I've burnt myself into your head.

Even if I let you go, I'll always be with you. More than your boyfriend. More than any lover you've had or will have.

It's me. It's always going to be me. Your worst fucking nightmare made real.

Tell me you want it. Say you want me to fill you up. Beg me.

Yeah, that's it. Just give in, baby. Stop holding yourself so stiff and just let it happen. Enjoy it.

Bet your man never fucked you this hard, huh? Bet your cunt was dying to be filled with a real cock.

Here, let me move your legs down so they're around my waist instead. I want to kiss you.

No, don't shake your head. You let me spit in your mouth but you don't want to let me kiss you? The hell kind of prude mentality is that?

I'm just going to... yeah, grab a fistful of your hair so you can't keep avoiding me. Look into my eyes, baby. Look at the man who owns you.

Mmhmm, you taste like cotton candy. How the hell do you taste so sweet?

It's kind of cute how inexperienced you are. Got no idea how to kiss a man properly. But it's okay, love. I'll teach you. I'll teach you plenty - how to kiss, how to take cock, how to suck dick.

Better than a college education and all it costed was the lives of your friends. Sweet deal, huh?

Here, kiss me again. No, I don't mean just holding still while I kiss you. I mean I want you lean up and kiss me like you want me back.

No? No?

Listen bitch, you don't get to say no.

Not to me, not ever. Do I have to grab your jaw so hard I leave bruises?

Kiss me back. I'm not fucking asking.

Why the hesitation anyway? I'm in your cunt, aren't I? There ain't any modesty left between us.

Or is it one of those special things? Like how backdoor doesn't count as losing it before marriage?

No, not quite. I think it's more so about the uh intimacy. Yeah, I reckon that's what this is about. Kisses are special. Only for the man you love. Sure, I'm balls deep inside you but if you don't kiss me, it ain't so bad. Is that right? Did I get it?

Hmm, from the way you're avoiding my eyes I reckon I hit the nail on the head.

Baby, do you really think there's anything you can keep from me? I told you once already, I'm taking it all. Everything you would have given your boyfriend, your husband, your true love. All that and more.

So, kiss me back.

That's it. Good girl, taking orders like a champ.

I think I won't ever get tired of your mouth. Kissing you...

C'mere, I want some more.

What's that, doll? You asking me why I stopped moving? Guess I just want to bury myself inside you a little longer. Don't want this to end.

'S hard though. Hanging on so long. If I didn't like you so much I would have busted ages ago.

Hmm, this is nice too. I could get used to this. Cockwarming. Never saw the appeal, but then I've never had a cunt as velvety soft as yours.

You're kind of cringing, why is that?

Hurts? Oh, you mean when I stay still? Yeah, I reckon that's a whole different type of hurt, ain't it?

Want me to start moving again?

Yes? Ha! Never thought I'd hear you say it, doll. Say it and mean it, too.

Let me start moving again and -

Huh. You're liking this. Or at least your body is. You're kinda shifting around to meet me when I fuck into you. Don't think you even realise you're doing it.

Aww, are you embarrassed? Don't hide it from me, sweetheart. I think it's cute that you want to fuck me back. Makes my heart all soft and warm and shit.

Got me feeling - what's it called again - yeah, paternal. Got me feeling like I should take care of you. Should kiss those tears away.

I reckon we're about the same age, but that don't matter. I feel all...protective. Like I ought to lock you away, keep you safe from all the other bastards in the world.

Sorry. I think I'm a little cunt drunk. Got me sayin' the dumbest, sappiest shit.

I reckon we ought to finish this, yeah? Aww, look at you nodding and agreeing with me. You want my cum that bad, doll? Don't worry, I'll give it to you. Give you every drop.

Need to go deeper. Need some leverage.

Oh, this'll do nicely. One hand on your hip and one around your throat. Let's me pull you back onto my dick with every thrust.

Your throat feels so fucking right when I hold you like this. Gives me all the power in the world. One little squeeze and I've stolen your air right alongside everything else I've taken.

Look at the way you're squirming. I think you're 'bout to come. Didn't think I could wring it out of you, but I reckon it's just another sign that we're meant for each other.

Let me pick you up a little, wrap my arm around your waist so you're bouncing on my cock. Hmm, I can kiss your neck like this too.

Shit, that's so much tighter. You're strangling my dick, baby. Go easy, God.

Oh, fuck I'm so close. I think you are too.

Where's my knife? Hey, don't squirm, I'm just gonna cut your hands loose. There.

Here, wrap them around my - huh, guess I don't have to tell you. Mmm, really diggin' your nails in, ain'tcha? Holdin' onto me like I'm the last lifeline in the whole world.

No, don't move. I like it like this. All pressed up against you.

Gonna hold onto my knife though. Can't have your hands loose and leave my knife lyin' around. Nah, don't worry. I ain't gonna hurt you with it. Just gonna keep it in my hand.

God, baby. Do that again. Grind on me again.

Mhmm, that's so...

Sorry. But I'm not holdin' back anymore. We're finishing this.

Hold on tight. I'm gonna give you the best ride of your life.

Hahh, listen to you whinin'. Fucked all the thoughts right outta your head, didn't I? You ain't even usin' words no more.

You're close. I can tell. Just come for me, doll. Quit worryin' 'bout right and wrong. Just shut your brain off and let your pussy get what she needs.

Thaaat's it. Keep grinding on my cock.

Fuck, I can feel every little tremor and squeeze.

Yes, just like that. Come on, come on now. Give in, baby. It was a losing fight from the start.

Oh God, that's it. You're squeezing me to hell, baby.

Dammit, I can't hold on much longer.

Fuck, oh fuck. That's it, yeah that's it. Take it. Take it. FUCKING TAKE IT.

Take my cum, baby. Have every drop of it.

I fucking love you. I do.

My fuckdoll, my pretty girl. Take every drop baby, you've earned it.

Damn. I can't - I can't even talk. Gimmme a minute. I just... needa catch my breath.

Fucking hell.

Hey, c'mere. No pulling away now. I want to keep holding you so close.

Just let me rest my head on your neck for a sec, okay?

Mhhmm. You still smell so good. But I can smell the sex on you now too. You're like a bitch after heat.

I like it. Like smelling myself on you.

Shh, no crying. Just hang onto me. Dig your nails in, if it makes you feel better.

You're my girl. I'll take care of you. I promise.

No, I'm not pulling out. I'm going to keep you plugged up. Don't want to waste all that hard earned cum, do you?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Shhh, baby, shhh. You're okay. I've got you.

Here, let me move the hair out of your face. I want to look at you.

Ah, there she is. My girl.

Look at those eyes... You're even prettier now, baby. Didn't think it was possible, but it's true. The way you're looking at me... All soft and defenceless... It's the prettiest thing I've ever seen.

You look surprised. I can be nice too, y'know. Just got to get all the cruelty out of my system.

Ma used to say it was the devil. Used to call it my devil face. When I'd get so bad that I'd kick the cat or pinch the baby or set things on fire.

I bet I scared you real bad, huh? Your whole body is shaking.

Shhh, you're okay. I've calmed down now, see? I'm not going to keep hurting you.

Here, I'll even hum you a song. The lullaby my ma used to sing me whenever I had a nightmare. And I reckon this sure as hell is a nightmare for you. The worst night you've ever had.

C'mere, put your head on my shoulder.

There, a little better isn't it? You're not crying anymore.

What's that, doll? Did you say something?

Will I let you go? Oh, honey. What a silly question...

I can't. Even if we ignore the fact that you've seen my face and heard my voice and have my DNA all over you, I don't want to let you go.

I wasn't lying. I think I'm falling in love with you. And I realised something. Fucking you... it's even better than killing. Doesn't scratch the exact same itch, no. But it comes pretty damn close.

Close enough that I think I'll be able to hold off. Close enough that I think my head will stay on straight if I have you around.

Not guaranteed. I can't control this shit, God knows I've tried. But maybe there's a chance.

I'm not letting you go, love. No way in hell.

You're the best damn fuck I've ever had.

Day 1 - Fear (1996)

Day 2 - Secret Obsession (2019)

Day 3 - Hush (2016)

Day 4 - The Perfect Guy (2015)

Day 5 - The Boy Next Door (2015)

Day 6 - The Invisible Man (2020)

Day 7 - Til Death Do Us Part (2017)

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[neriyon]

Hawu'li is very physical in showing affection: lots of hugs, kisses handholding, his tail wrapped around their limbs, rubbing his face over them (shoulder/cheek/hand)... Sometimes even purring~ Also asking to pick a new thread for his braclet (basically a proposal), so that too.

With other miqos he does even more cat-like stuff, like headbutts, slow blinking or even playful ear biting. Also offering to help with grooming stuff, like washing their back or combing hair. Or laying on top of them (he does this to all bigger than him lol)

Oh and bringing food gifts! Esp stuff he made himself - keeper males traditionally court by bringing meat they hunted, but since Hawu'li is a really bad hunter he kinda "makes up" by cooking something the other person really likes.