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logansargeantsbabymom · 5 months

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Lonely Christmas

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

summary: Lando and Y/N decide that they want to play a prank on their fans and the rest of the grid by hinting at breaking up over X (twitter)

warnings: Cursing & “Cheating”

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“hey babe, I have an idea.” I said with a smirk as I plopped myself on the bed next to my Formula 1 race winner boyfriend, Lando Norris.

“Oh no, this doesn’t sound good” Lando says chuckling as he props himself on his elbow to get a better view of me, before leaning down pressing a quick kiss to my lips

“mm, I think we should prank your fans and the grid.” I said with the biggest smile I’ve ever smiled in my life.

“and how do you suppose we do that, hmm?” Lando said, his eyes flickering between my eyes and my lips.

Sitting up and criss cross apple sauce, I stare into his soul “I think we should stage a twitter breakup,” I searched his face for some type of answer

“What? Is this a way of telling me you want to breakup without telling me you want to breakup?” He looks kinda hurt, which quickly prompts me to swing my legs over his body so i’m sitting on his lower torso.

“Absolutely not baby! i love you beyond the galaxy. I just think this would be funny,” i plead but Lando looks unsure “I’ll tell you what to say and all !”

“fine, but only if you let me eat you out, BUT you have to sit on my face” Lando knows I’m insecure about my weight and crushing him to death.

“oh! fine!!” I say plopping right off his body and landing on the bed with a huff. “so i’m gonna tweet something to indicate that we’re breaking up but not actually saying anything”

“and how are you gonna do that-” I quickly interrupt him

“make me cry” i say nonchalantly

“what?” Lando’s face reads 50 shades of Stunned “no, I promised you and your family that the one thing i’d NEVER do to you is make you cry.”

Hearing Lando admit that means the world to me, but i need him to stop being nice and make me cry. It doesn’t take much for me to cry and since Lando doesn’t want to make me cry, I’ll resort to the next best thing: thinking of my (very much alive) dog die.

Just a few seconds of thinking of my (breed/dog) die, the tears well up in my eyes and I let out a choked sob, before whipping my phone out and taking a picture before posting it on twitter with the caption

"nobody wants a lonely Christmas but I'm about to call it quits with you. Breaking up is at the top of my wishlist and baby you don't have a clue."

I flip my phone to show Lando with a smirk plastered on my face. "So, what'd ya think?" I question as I post it and wait a few seconds before twitter starts going absolutely nuts. " wait wait let me read you some of the comments I'm getting, 'slut4ln' says 'NO MOM AND DAD PLEASE STOP FIGHTING' haha look, here's another 'mother/n' said 'mother always knows wtf is up, Lando Norris count your days' !!" the chuckles leaving my lips are loud

"I think that I don't know how to respond to that on twitter," Lando says with a faint chuckle "here, how about you take my phone, type out what you want me to say and then let me read it before posting it." a smirk evident on his face as he hands me his phone, before putting said hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down.

"What about this...?" I question as I'm typing

"You say our relationships fading and you've been thinking bout leaving and though I know it's the truth I just don't want to believe it. You've gotta be kidding me, are we really breaking up? We just picked out a tree, damn."

"Okay Y/N/N lets give it a second to spread, we have to get juicy comments before we keep going, oh. never mind. George is texting me asking me what the fuck I did and why am I arguing twitter about it"

"fuck it, ignore him. we need to make this believable." I say swiping George's message away. "Opinion on this?"

"wait wait, let me tweet something else before you tweet y/n/n. Here, read this"

"You haven't even left yet and I miss you. I was looking forward to the holidays with you. How could you do this on Christmas, girl that's so malicious? C'mon baby, please don't make me beg cause I can go and date your friend instead. Yeah, I'll put the nut in meg. But If you're thinking about leaving, then I already blew it. screw it, then I guess I'll have to beat you to it, bitch."

"OKAYYYY LANDOOOO LET ME STEP UP MY GAME!!!" I scream as I finished reading his reply after he hit tweet bouncing up and down on the bed in excitement.

"okay, okay what about this for me?" I question as I finish typing, turning my phone so Lando can read what I typed.

"I tell you I love you but I don't really mean it, cause after this Christmas sorry but I'm leaving you."

"I'm starting to feel like you're just soft launching a break up with us right now" Lando says "Why else would you gave suggested a fake twitter break up?"

"Baby, please. This is just for shits and giggles. AHH OH MY GOSH!! OSCAR'S CALLING ME" I screamed in panic as I declined the call. "Lando, I think you need to eat me up in the twitter beef again, put your pretty head to work and think of some insults for me."

"I'm almost done, but first I got a question. Why is it one week before Christmas you feel the need to mention a break up with me is in the process but still pending? Is it depending on your gift and what I'm spending? Or are you fishing for more compliments? Because to my astonishment, you're acting like little kid. Was it something I said?Sometimes my head stops thinking, when I say some stupid shit to you, you know I don't mean it, it's just the season, it's confusing, can we just get along?"

"LANDO MY COMMENTS ARE GOING CRAZYYYY! LOOK" I giggle in excitement as I flip my phone so he can scroll through the comments

slut4ln: MOM AND DAD PLEASE STOP! CHRISTMAS IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER AND I CAN'T DEAL WITH A DIVORCE RN

georgeswhore: I wake up from a nap to SEE THESE?!?!?!?!

leclercsgf: What the absolute fuck did they fight about that THEYRE BEEFING ON TWITTER FOR AND AIRING OUT A POTENTIAL BREAKUP???

>y/nforpresident: potential? honey I think they are done

Landoslefttoe: Lando kinda ate mom up though 😭😭

LewisHamilton: Answer your fucking phones now!

CharlesLeclerc: LANDO?? YOU CALL YOUR GIRLFRIEND "BITCH"??

CarlosSainz: Cabron, call me asap and fill me in

LoganSargeant: Does this mean I actually have a chance with Y/n?

"I'm choosing to ignore Logan's comment," Lando said flipping my phone back so I could read it. "When are we gonna go public and say it was a prank?" Lando asks as he readjusts himself on the bed, pulling me down and closer to him so we're cuddling

"We can tell them all tomorrow" I yawn as I cuddle closer to my boyfriend "goodnight handsome"

"Goodnight precious" lando whispers as he kisses my temple

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nanamis-bigtie · 11 months

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50 Plus Size Y/N Prompts

When I was looking for an inspiration for a Nanami x chubby Y/N fic I realised that crushing majority of prompts and ideas are related exclusively to hurt/comfort or are drenched in extremely low self-esteem and lack of confidence. So, decided to put together my own list, covering a variety of situations from mundane and domestic to sensual and sexual. I based the ideas on my own experience as a fat person, so I'm aware they won't fit everyone, but I hope those can give you inspiration to explore in your creative work ❤ Of course, prompts are left to individual interpretation!

cw: some prompts are more gendered than the other, some are suggestive or addressing a strictly sexual situation

Leaving hickeys on thick thighs.

Wearing bigger partner's clothes. Bonus: bigger partner is not the chubbier one—it's the chubbier partner who gets to wear bigger clothes

Loving tummy kisses.

Lovingly or teasingly tracing fat rolls and love handles.

Nuzzling into soft chest or tummy for comfort.

Thick thighs save naps because they make the best lap pillow.

Fat person being picked up and/or carried around, no hassle, no protests of being too heavy, just sheer joy. Bonus: it's one of those crazy strong characters so they literally pick Y/N as if they were a doll.

Them being a personal heavy breast holder with built-in enthusiastic massage option.

Back massages because we all know that big chest weights way too much.

Ticklish kisses in the jaw area because they find the double chin cute.

Adoring to feel Y/N's weight in their lap.

Plus size lingerie. Them buying it for Y/N or Y/N showing off in it.

The way Y/N's chest/ass/thighs/tummy bounces during intimate times. It drives them crazy. Bonus: they're being ridden and enjoying every second of it.

Being in absolute awe of Y/N's figure.

Hugs from behind that do not necessarily end up with a full arm wrap but that's okay, one possibly can't envelop their whole universe.

Pulling Y/N closer so they can feel their big ass better.

Work out or a sport activity that's not related to weight loss or diet. Just enjoying active time together.

Finding it difficult to sleep without Y/N because they miss the body they can embrace and/or the warmth it gives.

Stimming or teasingly playing with Y/N's softer parts.

Foodie dates. Testing new places, taking tons of photos for their food instagram, feeding each other cute desserts, stealing the best pieces—or contrary, leaving them for their partner.

Y/N loves to eat and their love adores it because they have someone to enjoy their cooking.

Both them and Y/N love to cook and eat. A friendly rivalry over feeding the other better.

Tons of photos of Y/N and selfies with them. Every moment has to be caught on their camera. Bonus: they are a celebrity or social media persona & they love to show off with Y/N's photos.

Daily affirmations, soft words and touch related to body type, all those compliments and smooth lines.

Reminding Y/N to eat because no, the "fat supply" won't make up for a good meal, they have to eat regularly.

Gender affirmation when the fat body type sometimes can make it difficult for Y/N.

The shared celebration of gender euphoria when Y/N finally finds a way to nicely flatten and shape the chest.

Choosing Y/N because they are fat. Them being into bigger people and actively choosing them over people with different body types.

Seeing Y/N naked for the first time and going absolutely crazy about it.

Tracing and kissing stretch marks.

Yoga pants effect. The curves just look so good in them.

Looking together for a good supporting bra.

Loving when Y/N is wearing a crop top.

Encouraging Y/N to wear more close-fit clothes Bonus: there is absolutely no perverted reason behind it ;)

Supporting Y/N through weight gain or weight loss.

Enjoying a beach date. Every body is a good beach body if it has a cute beach wear on!

Scratching/washing Y/N's back because sometimes it's just hard to reach that stubborn spot.

Muscular body type partner x fat Y/N. Big partners solidarity!

Discussing together a new tattoo idea. Choosing the best placing for it. Bonus: it's a tattoo composed to fit nicely with fat rolls or stretch marks.

Helping Y/N shave the back of their legs or any other hard to reach part of their body.

Insisting on keeping Y/N's thighs close to their head during oral sex.

Treating rash/burn caused by friction between thighs, bra or other piece of clothing.

Shibari or harness on a plus size body.

Picking up the self ironic negative talk and turning it into something positive

Being proud of Y/N, showing them off whenever there's an opportunity.

Y/N posing them for a photo, painting or a sculpture. Bonus: Y/N is their muse.

Warming hands between Y/N's thighs. Bonus: maybe their cheeks or ears feel cold too ;)

Them wearing Y/N's shirt for comfort. Bonus: it's not a typical over-sized comfort piece of clothing but a perfect fit. They still insist on wearing it.

Hand and bite marks on ass and hips. Bonus: loving aftercare.

Doodling/painting on Y/N's body: thighs, arms, ass… Bonus: it's a part of a spicy play.

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jaelvr · 5 months

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You were beautiful

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Requested : no

Prompts ; 51. “Please, just stay a little longer.” + 54. “Please don’t cry.” + 50. “I love you. Never forget that, okay?”

Pairing : ex! doyoung x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : angst, fluff

Word count : 1.2k

Warnings : mutual feelings, exes to lovers, idol! au, slightly ooc

Have a great day !!

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"The things I'm about to tell you, aren't so you change what's already on your mind."

He looked through his bag, searching for the letter he'd been given earlier in the day. They'd had a fan meet for their newest comeback, something they were used to by now. Getting presents and letters was nothing new, but there was something about this one he couldn't quite put his finger on. It felt familiar - like a home of some kind. The writing seemed familiar to him and the person in front of him, despite not being able to clearly make them out, was someone he'd known - he was sure of it. He pulled the letter out, wasting no time in opening it to read it.

"It's just that I keep thinking about all the melodies you made asleep at night."

He got up carefully, not wanting to disturb you too much. A lovestruck smile on his face as he looked at your figure next to him, taking in your peaceful expression and how the sun lightly shone on your face, making you look like an angel. Doyoung leaned down, placing a gentle kiss upon your forehead, thumb softly caressing your cheek. He got up and stretched, about to head into the bathroom when he heard a tired yawn and eyes peering over at him. "Good luck today. I love you." you murmured, a sleepy smile on your face as you battled sleep to stay awake. "I love you too, sunshine. I'll see you later." he promised, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips and watching you for a few seconds before heading into the bathroom to get ready for practice. He could always get through the day if it meant coming home to you.

"I keep trying to forget but you were beautiful."

He thought back on it, remembering the way the pair of you would look at each other with absolute love. It was clear to anyone who saw you two how deep the connection truly ran. They'd been celebrating one of the comebacks, throwing a party to congratulate them. He'd come over when you were watching Jungwoo and Haechan drunkenly sing along to songs on the karaoke machine, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing fragile kisses to your neck. "Hey Doie." you grinned, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You alright?" he muttered, brushing hair out of your face while his other hand gently ran circles across your hip. You let out a hum of content, nuzzling into his chest. "I'm so proud of you." you whispered, looking up at him with complete admiration and love, his face mirroring the same. "I couldn't have done it without you." he admitted, kissing your forehead. The way you looked at him made him never want to leave, always needing to either be next to you or have you close by. The way you called his name and how addictive he found it. You felt like home.

"I keep thinking about how we used to be. God, I just hate this part."

You'd known something was off the minute he'd walked through the door. He had said nothing, having a shower and getting into his pyjamas before curling up in bed, silent. You'd crawled in beside him, simply holding him and rubbing his back as his tears escaped, your embrace tight and not letting go of him. "You're okay. I've got you, love." you whispered, your head on top of his as you rubbed his back. You didn't force him to talk, simply letting him take his time and if he didn't want to talk about it at all, you never pushed him to. You stayed with him all night, comforting him in the morning as you caressed and planted kisses all over his tear-stained face, not making a deal or pressing on the issue. Just wanting to be there for him to soothe him.

"Think I've cried more than I had imagined."

The scene taunted him constantly whenever he couldn't fall asleep. The look on your face when he'd uttered the cursed six words. Doyoung was almost convinced he'd heard your heart shatter at his words. He wasn't sure what had broken him more between your desperate pleas to not leave or the tears that streamed down your face. “Please don’t cry.” he pleaded, his own tears falling. He wanted to tell you he was joking or he'd changed his mind, but he couldn't. He wanted to stay but knew it wasn't possible.

Not with him being an idol. He couldn't. He laid awake that night, your face and his actions constantly haunting him, knowing the pain he'd caused which he tried to ignore, convincing himself it was for the better. He'd give anything to go back to how you two were before, his heart hurting more as he read over the letter, realising you'd forgiven him despite the damage he'd caused you.

"'Cause the last time that you looked at me, I did all I could, I watched you leave."

He refused. He got up, and quickly headed to the entrance of the dorm, pulling his coat on and tying his shoes on. "Doyoung? Where are you going?" Taeyong questioned, looking at his phone which read eleven o'clock. "The letter." he murmured once his shoes were done, Taeyong looking at him in confusion as he pushed the letter into his best friend's hands. "They were there. They gave it to me today at the fan meet." he hurriedly explained. Taeyong skimmed through, the end of the letter catching his eye. Besides the “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” was a scrawled sunshine. The nickname Doyoung always referred to you as. Taeyong looked back up, a small smile on his face as he knew what he was doing. He nodded, squeezing Doyoung's shoulder before he left, bidding him a gentle 'good luck'.

"All the things you gave to stay with me."

Once he'd gotten there, he anxiously knocked on the door. He prayed you hadn't moved otherwise he'd look like an absolute idiot - not that he wouldn't already. His breath hitched as the door to the familiar apartment opened, words escaping him as he took in your look in front of him. You were in your pyjamas, your hair slightly messy with your natural beauty. "You look beautiful." he got out, hesitantly stepping forward, afraid of your reaction. Relief consumed him as he felt you step forward, resting your head on his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. He gently caressed the back of your head, the other resting on your back as he gripped you tightly, almost trying to assure himself he wasn't dreaming and he was actually here.

"I'm sorry. It doesn't feel right without you. I miss you. I miss the way you looked at me. I miss the way you called my name. I miss your smiles when we'd disagree, I-" he rambled, eyes widening as he felt you lean up, kissing him quickly yet lovingly. “Please, just stay a little longer.” you whispered a sad smile on your face. He cupped your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm not leaving this time."

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worksby-d · 8 months

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16😮‍💨😮‍💨

thank you for sending a prompt!!! 🤎

50 types of kisses prompts

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Prompt: One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

Themes: Cheating (maybe!) (only if you choose to read it that way), sneaking around, a MINUTE amount of angst, I suppose.

Word count: ~500

Standing in your bathroom, you watch Andy sit on the edge of the tub to run the water for a bath. You both threw on just enough clothes to walk across the room from your bed, so the steam from the hot water gives you back some warmth that you lost when you rolled out of his arms.

You're lost in thought, staring at the steady stream of water when he looks up at you. He doesn't know where the frown on your face came from.

“What's that look for?”

Avoiding his gaze, you look down and pretend to pick lint off your shirt.

“You haven't told her yet, have you?”

Your voice is quiet and he just looks at you, wondering how you knew.

“I can tell you have something on your mind… Like your head is somewhere else tonight.”

He lets out a deep breath. “I'm sorry–”

You look toward him. He's been telling you for weeks that he's just been waiting for the right time to tell Laurie that he's been seeing you while they've been taking a break.

“Do you not want to..?”

Your voice trails off. There's always been a worry in the back of your mind that he's going to find it easier one of these days to just go back to her, to put his feelings aside and keep their family the way it is.

“No, no. It’s not like that,” he swears, turning the water off and standing up to step closer to you. “I promise.”

You shrug. What does he expect you to think?

“It's just… Complicated.”

The famous line. You subtly roll your eyes.

“The longer you wait, the harder it'll be.” you carefully remind him.

“I know.” He wishes you'd look him in the eye to see he means it. He holds his hand out for you. “I know. Come here.”

Hesitantly taking his hand, you let him pull you only a little closer. “I don't want you to hide me.”

“I'm not…”

He pauses to think about it though. The dates in other towns so there's no chance of someone he knows seeing the two of you before he has a chance to tell his wife… The only spending nights at your place... Ok. He gets it.

“I'm sorry.” He can't say it enough. “It’s not like I want to hide you. You know that.”

“Do I?”

“I hope so.” He furrows his brow, letting a silence take over as he waits for your eyes to meet his. “I love you.”

Your frown is still there even as your eyes light up a little, finally finding his.

He leans to give you a soft kiss, repeating his words. “I love you. I mean that.”

A small smile tugs at your lips. You kiss him back, your smile growing wider.

“I love you, too,” you whisper, closing the gap between your bodies with a hug. “The sneaking around was fun at first, but we can't keep doing it. It makes me feel like we're doing something wrong and we're not–”

“I know.” He's not the best with words, it's no secret. His hands rubbing your back is his best attempt at soothing away your worries right now. “I know.”

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hauntedhokage · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/kashimalin-fanfiction/178524845380/50-types-of-kisses-writing-prompts?source=share

6 and 7 with megumi pretty please!!!

Fushiguro Megumi/GN!Reader

prompts: wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift & french kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

word count: 353

“It’s not much,” he starts, holding the bag out towards you while intentionally avoiding your eye contact. “But I saw it in the store and felt like it was something you’d appreciate.”

He always chose his words so carefully when it came to things like this, and that has you smiling at how nervous he was to hand you the black gift bag stuffed with white tissue paper. He’s commenting about how it wasn’t really wrapped and how he hoped you didn’t mind and something about Gojo being a pain in the ass. Usual behavior out of Megumi, trying to deflect where he could when there wasn’t a real need to.

Inside the bag is a stuffed animal, one you’d pointed out a couple weeks ago while on a date with Megumi because it looked grumpy like he always seemed to. The underlying sentiment isn’t lost on you; he was always paying attention to the things you did and said, never really forgetting anything since it was all important to him, but the real story is that he’d gotten you something that would remind you of him. Something you’d appreciate, he’d said, and he wasn’t wrong about that. You more than appreciated it, and that’s made known when you throw yourself at your unsuspecting boyfriend and relish in the surprised grunt that’s swallowed by your kiss.

“You’re worse than Itadori, launching yourself at me like that,” he mumbles against your lips, smiling as he kisses you again while adjusting how you were sitting in his lap. “But you like it?”

“Love it,” you whisper, this time kissing him deeper with your hands pushing through his hair. Your fingers easily get lost in the thick dark hair, keeping him close as his tongue pushes into your mouth. When Megumi kissed you like this, he was committing to mapping every crevice of your mouth that he could reach and savoring the time that he got to have with you that would be uninterrupted thanks to a locked door and lie about how you were spending your afternoon to keep Gojo at bay on your birthday.

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mistress-violence · 22 days

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Prompt: Theatre (August 29) and Italy (August 30) from @into-the-jeggyverse

Word count: 435 words

Pairing: Jegulus (modern AU - genderfluid Regulus)

⚠️ Warnings: none

James was still in shock. He couldn't understand how Regulus managed to get tickets in the first rows at La Scala, the most beautiful theater in the world. Not only that, but it was also the most acclaimed show of the year. James bought himself a new tuxedo just for this occasion.

When they started dating, James revealed to Regulus that one of his biggest wishes was to go to Italy to see a show at La Scala. Regulus' great wish was a little simpler: to see Michelangelo's "David" in Florence. After four years together, the two simultaneously came up with the idea of fulfilling the other's wish. It had been a mutual surprise for their four year anniversary. James bought the tickets for Italy, Regulus secured invitations to La Scala. First they were going to see the show in Milan, and tomorrow morning they were going to leave for Florence.

James was arranging his bow tie in front of the mirror when he heard the bedroom door open, followed by a subtle and pleasant sound of heels. He turned his head and smiled when Regulus appeared in the hall, wearing a black dress with long sleeves, a wide skirt and gloves, similar to Dior dresses from the 50's. They also had a pair of green heels, matching with the necklace around their neck and their red lips.

"How do I look?" Regulus asked, and with audible emotions in their tone.

Ever since Regulus had discovered the complexity surrounding the idea of gender, they tried to find a way to express themselves in their complete truth. It was a long way to go, especially because of the way they were raised. Every time they felt the need to express their feminine side, Walburga's voice echoed in their head. Beside hers, however, there is another voice, a warmer one that supports and accepts.

"You're gorgeous, Regulus" James said and approached his partner to give them a kiss. "This dress fits you so well, I was right when I told you that you should buy it".

Regulus smiled and went to get their coat so they could leave. James looked at them from behind with eyes full of love. He couldn't wait to leave for Florence tomorrow. He had the ring ready for a year, and the plan was absolutely perfect. James would ask Regulus to marry him with "David" as a witness, after which they would watch the whole city from Piazzale de Michelangelo. Both were possessed by a type of magic that only a country like Italy could awaken in someone.

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katsutora · 2 years

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— HOMESICK

ft. isagi yoichi ; itoshi rin ; nagi seishiro ; bachira meguru ; chigiri hyōma ; itoshi sae

summary: them picking you up after a trip

note: i’d like to be everyone’s weekly teeth rotting fluff provider but then i remembered i dont have it in me to serve content every week LMFAO i lack prompts besties

⚘ ISAGI YOICHI

ㅤㅤhas a relatively normal reaction as he sees you approaching him, but is actually trying his best not to freak out. he smiles at you softly as if he didn’t almost explode from all the excitement. once you’re in the car, he doesn’t let go of your hand the entire trip home. can’t stop staring at you too (a huge simp, good for you) because it’s been a while since he last saw you in person and it’s still kind of surreal to him. hmm, what was that? hands on the wheels, eyes on the road? yoichi, seriously, pay attention oh my god. you better promise you’ve tried everything and that this really is the last resort. “kaiser is in the middle of the street.” oh? oh. oh shit. “i'll run him over.” i mean... you gotta do what you gotta do to snap him out of it, right? (no)

⚘ ITOSHI RIN

ㅤㅤhe’s definitely in a sour mood. seething. most likely scared every single person who passed by him. the fact that he’s rapidly gaining fame doesn’t help at all (prayer circle for that one poor kid who only wanted to ask him for his autograph). he’s leaning against the wall, looking super annoyed. the root of the problem? not the fact that he has to be there of course, more like why the hell haven't you arrived at the gate yet (calm down rin it’s only been like ten minutes lmao). misses you as hell but won’t tell? that rhymes. immediately wraps you in his coat as an excuse to hug you tightly. “t’s not that cold, rin.” refuses to let you go. he’s clinging onto you for dear life as if he’s finally found you after a lifetime. “i know. just a little longer.” his grip only tightens when he notices people looking at you two. gee, they’re just trying to get to the exit gate, stop blocking it smh.

⚘ NAGI SEISHIRO

ㅤㅤit’s almost comical how he suddenly turned into a lighthouse as soon as he spotted you. people are putting on their sunglasses indoors, someone help. mandatory bear hug (but there’s a 50% chance that you’ll both fall to the ground because he can be clumsy like that). “that was so cringe.” “you love it, though.” “i love you.” ugh sappy. if somehow you survived that acrobatic act, he’ll bend his 190cm ass after putting you down so you can kiss the top of his head! if you don’t, well, he's not gonna stand up any time soon because it’s “comfy” and definitely not because getting up is a hassle. gets super chatty all the way home. “did you know shidou decked rin again today?” “barou planted his face on the ground yesterday, king who?” “i told choki to watch the food in the oven btw.” says it in the most casual manner; you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “mhm. wait WHAT?”

⚘ BACHIRA MEGURU

ㅤㅤa pinball. will not hesitate to break through a crowd, bumping into everyone and everything. should be classified as a hazard to society. no jk. but he did almost tackle a kid when he was running towards you. has his arms wide open and ready to tackle you too embrace you. “you’re back! welcome home!” “i’m home!” “welcome home!” “i’m home!” don’t you have anything else to say besides that lmfao (it really went on for a solid five minutes). falls asleep on your lap in the car since he already spent all his energy on that whole “embodying a golden retriever” thing back there. looks so peaceful and angelic like that. also sleep-talks. “y’re hmm”. you didn’t expect him to remain this quiet but it’s the best nap he’s had in a while so uhh “karaoke night?” karaoke night he said. good luck to your poor neighbors tonight.

⚘ CHIGIRI HYŌMA

ㅤㅤladies and gentlemen, him. a runway model. is he picking someone up or is he going somewhere? with looks like that, no one will ever know. forget the elegant saunter; the moment he saw you, he full on sprinted. the type that brings you flowers and your favorite snacks. seems like someone who knows what he’s doing right? but when you pat his head in response to his warm welcome, he short-circuited because you just stole his line. “i’ve missed you.” immediately softens and melts in your embrace. you think it’s all calm and that until his sister arrives out of nowhere, calling out both of your names and the next thing you know, she’s taking pictures of you as if this is your graduation day. “lookie over here, you two!” you’ve never seen someone speedrunning five stages of grief in record time.

⚘ ITOSHI SAE

ㅤㅤmans turning the airport into a red carpet premiere smh; cameras flashing everywhere, people eager to ask him questions, etc. he’s learning that looking down on his phone isn’t a good enough disguise, and that his bored face isn’t scary enough to fend off his fans. oh finally, he thought as he spotted you amidst the crowd. “over here, sae!” “oh my, it’s itoshi sae!” but he has his gaze fixated on you and only you. don’t worry, of course he’ll notice if you grow uncomfortable with all the attention and will immediately wrap his arm around your figure. !! breaking news: itoshi sae quits the world of football and is now becoming a personal bodyguard. navigates through the crowd while mumbling “fall under my spell.” boy what they’re not shidou (narrator: they did, in fact, fell under his spell). “give me your number!” uhh? “move in with me!” wow it’s not your sae, huh? it’s everyone’s sae.

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slickchickchocolatier · 10 months

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hey reinaa this req is def something 🫣🫣

so like heethan and reader like live together and reader isnt feeling well, and she slept in like a skimpy nightdress so her tits and ass are out (idek how to start it) anyways heethans cooking her breakfast like eggs or something and cvms in it 😭😭 then hes like feeding it to her while stroking her head n shit and asking her if she likes it, and shes like yes (obviously) and is completely oblivious to it then smut or whatever

thank uu if u do this

”Tell me…how does it taste?”

warnings: so if you read the prompt…yeah, consumption of bodily fluids in not such a traditional manner lol. But it’s quite juicy. Implications of rough smut, smut described in subtle detail, unprotected sex (implied) and yeah…think that’s it. ;)

Stretching out the aches from last night’s session, the opening between your thighs sting with a sense of looseness throbbing mercilessly. A reminder of what your beloved fiancé had put you through, all for the sake of pleasure, pain, and love. Hard love.

…………….

“Look at me. I said look…”

“Mmmmm…..nnnnngh!”

“That’s right…shhh….take it like I showed you…like how I trained you to.”

“Mmmm….mmmmph!!”

“Watch me…watch me….fuck….going deeper….”

……………

The vague images of Heeseung and Ethan swapping out, taking turns as they stuck their thumb in your mouth, while the remainder of their digits hooked your chin as they forced you to look their way, were all like still images in a memory drive. Heeseung pulled, thrusted, and swallowed your moans with his kisses while Ethan pushed, pumped, and slurped the drool from your mouth. You squabble aimlessly, putting forth whatever strength you had to get just the tiniest bit of distance, all to ease up the tension of his throbbing cock as he made himself fit; filling you entirely.

You wondered for a moment, as your warm feet touch the flooring—cooled by the brisk morning temperature of near freezing, would it even be possible for you to be considered an exceptional candidate for a partner and wife, if something has happened to Heeseung and he was no longer around? Not that that wouldn’t happen, you knew that your thoughts were strictly hypothetical, yet it was a valid thought. Because the man had taken you so many times since the beginning, and has delightfully feasted and punctured your flesh, to the point that despite never experiencing pregnancy or childbirth, not yet, you wondered if your womanhood was beyond dignified. Heeseung was a stallion of all sorts, his momentum, size, and pace was unmatchable, and there was no way that any man wouldn’t be able to tell that you had been ravished. Good thing that Heeseung, and Ethan, has both claimed you for life—and that no matter how many times you both engage in the heat of sexual passion, they remarked how it always felt as good as the first time, why wouldn't they? With all that length and girth, they barely fit and required you to be extra moist in order for them to punch it in. This all further convinced you tha if ever you were without them, surely you’d be doomed to remain single forever.

Heeseung wasn’t in bed, you sat over the edge, taking your time to adjust your body and to get ready. Still nude, you figured you should start the day off with a warm shower, but suddenly, the door opens, and there he was.

“Hey, good morning pretty. Did you sleep okay?”

“Yes. You?” You chuckle, when he was rough and hard with his love, he was intense and passionate, sexy and dominating. Yet when he was calm and all honey, he was sweet and the love was a different type than the one he eludes at night. It was a soft, delicate love, one that was admiring and caring.

“Good. I made you breakfast.”

You looked at him somewhat wide eyed, Heeseung, much less his Ethan side, never dabbled into the art of cuisine creation. They admitted openly and yet, here they were, with Heeseung’s dashing smirk and Ethan’s dark gaze, they split the shred body 50/50 as they presented you a plate of messily scrambled eggs, semi-burnt toast—with jelly sloppily drooling over the edge of the crust, and a small glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, with pulp staining the rim of the glass. You smiled, even though the plate had a humorous display, you knew he did his best.

“Oh my gosh, you cooked for me?” You smiled gleefully as you looked up, to which the man before you nodded in silence and even had a faint of bashful sense in his countenance. “I tried.” He calmly states, clearing his throat as his deep voice spoke modestly in response to your grateful reaction.

“Baaaaabe, thank you! I’m going to eat ever last bite.”

“I hoped you would.” His words were sharp, deep, and somewhat quiet as he pressed out the response under a breath. You didn’t catch it.

“What was that babe?”

“Oh nothing. Just talking to myself. Let me know how it tastes.”

You took a bite of the eggs, and tossed the fluffed texture around as you savored the taste. “You seasoned the eggs?” You chuckled as you rolled your tongue, taking in the semi-pungent saltiness as you swallowed. He smiles as his eyes widen with an expressive sense of delight.

“I did, do you like it?”

“I do.” You nodded politely. It was a bit saltier than what you preferred but it was the first time the man has ever stepped foot in the kitchen to cook, you weren’t going to discourage him, besides…a little salt does good for the body.

He takes a seat next to you, takes the fork from you hands and places his free palm on the back of your head. Initially you looked at him curiously, but the moment you witnessed him sternly looking at the plate, forking a cluster of eggs, and bringing it to your face, you smiled adorably as you opened to take in the bite. He smirks and chuckles, placing a kiss on your cheek as he continues to feed you every last morsel. “Does my baby like it?”

You nod. “Mmhmm.”

“Good girl.”

…………….

Earlier…

He woke up before the sun has a chance to kiss the moon to sleep. Prior to getting out of bed, he looks down and admires his sleeping beauty. “Damn she’s pretty…” he whispers to himself. How lucky is he to have you? Well, the truth was, he wasn’t lucky, just smart. Smart enough to know that he had to get you, from the very first moment he laid eyes on you, and he planned, lied, and deceived in order to accomplish his goal….he got you.

His member begins to harden at the sight of you, and as much as he was tempted to get at you again, he knew that after last night, he has to give you some time to catch up on your rest. You’re such a trooper, always taking him and his Ethan side without complaint, pleasing them as you took one after the other, allowing them to take turns as they pumped you up with every bit of juice they had to give. Yes, you’re such a good girl. A good, and pretty little girl.

Always the one to show his dying love for you, Heeseung heads into the kitchen. He didn’t know what item from which in order to cook, thank goodness for YouTube.

With the toaster ticking, and the eggs sizzling in butter, he plays around the yolk and whites, zoning out as the image of your face from last night makes him grow. You always looked so helpless, whenever he’s fucking you, and God….does he love it.

With his thoughts triggered, an idea pops in mind. You were his…you belong to him. Even if you had wanted to leave, he knew that that was not how you truly felt, you both are in love and he claimed you the moment he laid eyes on you. You will always be under his thumb, his beautiful flower, his delicate princess…only his.

Since he’s claimed you in more ways than one, why not expand it and introduce another manner in ‘claiming’ you?

Grabbing onto the base, with the image of your teary face bumping up and down as he thrusted into you repeatedly the night prior, he strokes his member. God…he was so close to shutting everything off, rushing up the stairs so he could fuck you in your sleep. He was tempted, but he maintained some sense of control as he continued to stroke and thrust his palm, going faster and faster as he groans until finally…

“Fuuuuuuuck…!” He whispers under a harsh breath, chest deeply heaving as his nostrils flare. He leans over, palm gripping the edge of the counter as he catches his breath, gasping for air. Decorating the eggs, he unleashes every last bit of what he could draft up since last night, and felt satisfied at the result. Stirring the eggs, he turns off the stove and slides it all on a plate. Adding the other ingredients, he organizes the breakfast tray and brings it up. He’ll be so happy to see you take him in, in a way that you’re not used to taking him, but it’s just as good. Besides…

“You know pretty baby, a little salt does good for the body.”

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mimisempai · 5 months

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Dancing to the music of their hearts

Summary

After dinner at restaurant, Aziraphale drags a reluctant demon into a merry dance in the middle of the street. Will Crowley allow himself to be softened?

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #49: Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.

On Ao3

Rating G - 420 words

Aziraphale took a deep breath as they left Justine's at closing time as usual and exclaimed, "It was scrumptious again."

The demon chuckled and replied, "You always say that."

"Because it's true," Aziraphale replied, hooking his arm with Crowley's as they walked slowly up the street toward the bookshop.

They had barely taken a few steps when the angel suddenly stopped and said in an excited voice, "Oh? Do you hear that music?"

Paying attention, Crowley also heard some music that sounded like it was coming from Mr. Arnold's, but he had no time to react as Aziraphale had wrapped an arm around his waist, grabbed his other hand, and began to spin him around.

Crowley yelped, "Angel! What are you doing?"

Aziraphale playfully replied, "Dancing. With you."

"But we are in the middle of the street!"

Aziraphale continued to waltz them to the beat of the music and replied, "So what? It's dark and there's hardly anyone around."

Crowley, who had no choice but to go along, grumbled, "But still."

Aziraphale said, slowing down a bit, "Besides, even if the street was crowded, even if it was daytime, what does it matter?"

Crowley mumbled, "I don't know how to move to this kind of music."

The angel's hand tightened around his waist and he squeezed the demon's hand into his own before replying, "But you trust me, don't you?"

Crowley, offended that the angel would even dare ask such a question, replied hotly, "You know I do, Angel!"

Aziraphale smiled broadly and replied softly, "Then all you have to do is let me lead you. You can do that, can't you?"

Crowley could only soften at the genuine question and simply nodded.

Aziraphale pressed a light kiss to his cheek and said softly, "Thank you.

Then the demon let himself be drawn into the dance without further resistance.

With his eyes on the angel's face as they turned, Crowley thought it didn't matter if it was crowded or not, dark or light. Aziraphale looked so happy, his eyes shining with joy, his cheeks flushed from the dance, his smile bright, the rest didn't matter.

So, taking advantage of a slight lull in the dance, he leaned his face into his lover's happy one and pressed his lips to his in a sweet and tender kiss.

They continued to kiss and turn, intertwined in the middle of the street, and even when the music stopped, they continued to dance together to the rhythm of the love song in their hearts.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable kisses series : here

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

Ineffable Growing Love - Series post S2

Part 1 Story 1-99

Part 2 Story 100-?

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #50 kisses

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imfinereallyy · 1 year

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50 Dialogue Prompts for Fic Writers

“You should call me sometime.”

“I didn’t know you played.”

“You’re not human, are you?”

“I heard a rumor about it.”

“Why is there a hole in your ceiling?”

“Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?”

“Hey Alexa, play ‘Vienna’ by Billy Joel”

“Sorry.”

“I’m really lucky you’re not in love with me.”

“A boy needs his father.”

“I’m sorry you’re upset, but I’m going to marry her.”

“Why is there blood?”

“And you’re sure it was over there?”

“I can hear it through the walls.”

“Don’t worry, you’re not my type.”

“This is for your own good.”

“Is it okay if I borrow this?”

“I heard you were dead.”

“All you have to do is say it.”

“This place is haunted…I can feel it.”

“You said this time would be different.”

“You woke me up.”

“Think before you speak.”

“The infection has spread.”

“Sometimes I forget to look up.”

“Do you think we are soulmates?”

“There is a chicken on our couch.”

“I can’t believe he cheated.”

“I lost the letter you gave me. I never read it.”

“Will you be my best man?”

“You don’t get to just kiss me and walk away!”

“I heard you the first time.”

“The twilight movies were cinematic masterpieces.”

“Only a true man plays with Barbie’s unapologetically.”

“Please leave a message, after the beep.”

“I’m so tired and I feel useless.”

“Is there a reason you’re here?”

“I was eavesdropping and I heard something I can’t scrub from my memory.”

“I’m scared I’ll be the reason.”

“It’s nothing personal.”

“I guess I just always thought when someone wrote a song about me, it would be romantic. Not this.”

“Run.”

“It’s not miscommunication if you never communicate in the first place.”

“If you had a dad to call, I would call him.”

“You’re the first person I wanted to tell about the divorce.”

“Every time I look in the back seat, I think of you.”

“Why are you hiding? Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“Worst. Wingman. Ever.”

“We met at a funeral.“

“And if I don’t say it enough. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

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harufluff · 1 year

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Hey haru <3 How is it going?

Could I please request a drabble with Beomgyu

From the fluff prompt 54: “Don’t think about anything. Just tell me that you love me and hold me tighter.”

And 50 types of kisses prompt 03: A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond

'miss you already' Choi Beomgyu

warnings - reader is mentioned to be shorter

genre -fluff, angst???, established relationship au, idol!beomgyu x gn!reader

wc - around 557

reblogs and feedback are appreciated :)

don’t say anything. ik the tour just ended. pretend your reading this before lmao

‘i don’t wanna gooooooo!!’

you giggle to yourself. today beomgyu had to leave for his tour. this was gonna be the first time you spent away from each other for that long.

‘it’s ok, beom. it’s only for a couple of months, so you’ll survive.’

his flight was at 3:00, and right now it was about 2:30. thankfully he was on his own, with just a couple of staff members with him. he requested to the company to stay a couple of extra days to be with you.

‘why do you do this to me.’

‘it’s not my fault your an idol.’

a small chuckle comes out of him. his face buried into the crevice of your neck. in all honestly, you didn’t want him to leave either. you wanted to keep him all to yourself.

‘thank you for coming to the airport with me.’

you smile into his hair. and take in the scent of his shampoo for the last time in what could be a long time.

‘of course. i wouldn’t miss it.’

his grip around your waist tightens as the calm voice announces on the loud speaker that boarding for his flight would start soon.

‘you should go.’

‘don’t think about anything. just tell me that you love me and hold me tighter.’

his request catches you off guard. the held back tears finally start to prick at your eyes. when the soft, hot liquid starts streaming down your face, you know you’re gonna miss him more that you know.

you burry your face into his neck and let all your emotions flow out. he pulls away and looks at you with a smile.

beomgyu gives you a peck on the nose before holding you at a farther distance by your waist.

‘you’ll wait for me, right?’

‘that’s a stupid question. of course i will’

you both make your way over to the gate, hand in hand. why couldn’t he stay just a little bit longer? why now?

you give him one last hug and kiss before letting him walk away. for the second time that day, you feel the pricking at the back of your eyes.

god, you’ll miss him so much. but it’s for the best. it’s just a couple of months. maybe they’ll go by faster than you think. you turn around and begin to walk out of the airport when-

‘HEYYYYY!!’

you hear beomgyu’s voice coming from the direction of where he left. suddenly you feel his warm, tall figure behind you. his strong arms wrap around your waist and turn you around to face him.

‘kiss me’

he says breathily. so of course you do. you lean up to his level and place your soft lips against his slightly roughed ones. your arms circle around his neck as he tilts his head to the side.

you pull away slowly and put your hands on each side of his face.

‘time to go.’

‘till next time i see you’

slowly, you look to your phone to see the time. 2:52.

you smile and give him one last kiss before you rush him off the his plane. god, you’ll miss him, but what a kiss that was.

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just-jordie-things · 1 year

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Hiiii can i ask for Gojo and the 50th kiss prompt ? (secret kiss) thank youuuu!!

sorry i messed up these posts! all fixed!

50: In Secret Kiss ___

“i can’t believe you’re just not going to do anything about it,” shoko muses while inspecting her fingernails. as if there would ever be a speck of dirt underneath them, you know how clean she keeps her hands at all time. “it’s obvious you like him. for whatever reason”

you have to laugh a bit at the comment. her distaste for her own friend was amusing. especially when you found him so… captivating.

“yeah, well,” you shrug your shoulders as you pretend to think to yourself. “it is what it is. he can’t really have relationships, with his status and all”

“stupid reason” shoko mutters, dropping her hand so she could cross her arms in displeasure.

“maybe. but you know how the elders are. they’d only push him to marriage. and then they’d want a baby with the limitless technique, and, well, i just don’t need all that baggage,” you admit. “And honestly, neither does he”

shoko scoffs before laughing.

“i’m gonna tell him you said he has baggage,” she teases.

in your pocket, your phone buzzes with a new text.

“go ahead,” you giggle back as you pull your phone. “it’s nothing he doesn’t already know”

shoko rolls her eyes affectionately, agreeing begrudgingly.

“yeah, well, satoru has had baggage since birth. there’s no changing it. no escaping it. that’s for sure,” she thinks aloud. “still. i thought you two would be good for each other. you could bring him down to earth for a bit,” she watches as you avoid her gaze, instead typing away on your phone. “and i’ve seen the way he looks at you. i know he cares about you”

that turns your attention back to her, a sweet smile on your lips as you tuck your phone away again.

“shoko you almost sound like a romantic” you tease. she rolls her eyes, but again, you don’t see a scrap of annoyance on her features.

“i was rooting for you both. shoot me,” she says, but you’d already known this to be true. after all, shoko was the one who involved herself first, grabbing you by the shoulders and telling you that if you didn’t tell satoru about your feelings, then she would first. “no really. shoot me. i feel like a little girl talking this much about romance. especially one that involves satoru”

both of your laughter fills the room, and you feel the apples of your cheeks warm with a blush from your bashfulness.

“so, should we find you a rebound? we could make it an excuse to go for drinks after work?”

“i’ve got plans tonight, actually,” you say, averting your gaze. “but maybe this weekend?”

shoko smirks. you were a terrible liar. she doesn’t know why you even try, but for now she’s decided to let it slide. you and satoru were her friends after all, and she was just happy to see you both happy. so if you wanted to play this little game to keep unwanted attention off your backs, she’d play along.

for now, that is. surely some day she’d have to call you both out and tease you relentlessly. for now, watching you blush and look away from her skeptical gaze was enough entertainment.

“this weekend it is,” she agrees after a pause. “i’m sure we’ll find many more eligible, hot men at the bar on a weekend anyways” she adds, and then just to make you sweat, says, “i have just the dress for you to borrow. it’s going to make your boobs look great”

you’re barely able to wince out a smile before excusing yourself back to work. you rake your hands through your hair as you make your way back to your office where you’d abandoned your students’ ungraded tests. now it was the last task you wanted to complete, too nervous about keeping your secret from one of your closest friends.

when you reach your office, you’re not surprised to see someone’s already sitting in your chair, and doing your work for you.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you shut the door behind you before placing your hands on your hips.

satoru grins up at you while he scrawls a 100 in massive numbers, followed by a smiley face. as you approach the desk, you gape at the pink ink on the page.

“you’re supposed to say someone’s been sleeping in my bed!” he teases.

“you’re grading my students’ tests in pink!?” you gasp, horrified.

“you’re welcome!” satoru beams, completely mistaking your surprise for gratitude.

“satoru, they’re clearly going to know that i didn’t-”

“Teachers help each other with their work all the time”

“no they don’t-”

“and now you have more time to spend with me!” he says, standing from the chair and leaning over the desk to steal a quick kiss.

it’s quicker than he expected, seeing as you pulled away after giving into temptation for only a second.

“hey-” he starts to whine, but you’re speaking over him before he can continue.

“satoru, you’re going to get us caught,” you scold. “shoko’s already taking me out this weekend to rebound”

“rebound?” satoru frowns. “you’re breaking up with me already?”

you frown back at his incessant need to tease, and his own frown quickly turns into a coy grin.

“lucky for you, sweetheart, i’m impossible to rebound from!” he cheers, and leans in to steal another kiss.

“is that so?” you grumble.

“sure is,” he affirms with another kiss. “so you can try, but you’ll never be able to get over me!”

you sigh, but give him a small smile as he stands before you with that stupid charming grin and pretty eyes.

“that’s what i’m afraid of” you murmur.

somehow, he takes this more as a compliment than an offense.

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #satoru brainrot #satoru x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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angellayercake · 1 year

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50, given to you by an impatient, impassioned Cardinal ❤️‍🔥

Yes!! Impatient, impassioned and possessive 🔥🔥🔥🔥

50. A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

From the 50 types of kiss prompt list (send me one😊)

His eyes burn into you across the room. One look and you know exactly what he is thinking. He is glowering so much so you are surprised that there aren’t sparks flying across the room. A lively young Bishop whose name you can’t recall had snagged your attention not long after the party had started almost at the same time as Papa and Sister Imperator had cornered your Cardinal and so all you had been able to share were heated looks across the sea of people between you. That was until the bishop had touched you.

It happened almost in slow motion as you politely laughed at one of his ill timed jokes. His over familiar hand reached for your waist, smoothing along your curves as he smirked at you, perhaps mistakenly thinking you were impressed by him. You attempt to step away from him, create some distance before he tries to overstep further but he tightens his grip pulling you closer. You know without looking that he will have seen but you look anyway, missing the way the Bishop’s face falls at your lack of reciprocation. Before even finding him in the crowd you feel the heat of his gaze grow into a raging inferno as someone dares to touch what is his. You can’t look away as he excuses himself from the conversation stalking across the room towards you.

The Bishop says something squeezing you and pulling your attention back to him but whatever witty quip he had been about to make is interrupted by his arrival.

‘Cardinal,’ he greets with a forced air of civility. ‘The sister and I were just discussing …’

‘Bishop,’ he cuts him off before either of you could find out what he was blathering about. ‘Did you ask the sister's permission before you touched her.’ He isn’t even bothering to look at him just keeping you ensnared in his gaze. Finally he lets you go, stepping back as he senses the tension between you.

‘I’m sorry Cardinal, Sister.’ He leaves but he could have stayed for all the thought you give him. He steps towards you but you take a step back. You couldn’t say if you were fearful of him or trying to rile him up further, knowing already what delights could be in store for you if you succeed.

‘Sister,’ he says, his voice low and dangerous as you allow him to back you into the closest dark corner.

‘Yes Cardinal?’ You won’t be able to keep the coy act up for long but you will try.

‘Do I have to remind you who you belong to?’ You swallow thickly so close to losing what little composure you have.

‘Of course not Cardinal.’ Your back hits the wall and a thrill of anticipation and fear runs through you. You are trapped and there is only one right answer to his question. ‘I belong to you, of course.’ He is right before you now blocking you in, reaching forward to place a gloved hand against the wall either side of your head and preventing you from even attempting to look away from him.

‘Perhaps it is everyone else who needs a reminder then,’ he growls low so you have to lean impossibly closer just to hear. Before you can react he crashes his lips against yours, the kiss searing with all the heat that had been building up to this moment. You are powerless against him, only able to grip the front of his suit to keep you somewhat grounded. As quick as it starts it is over both of you panting into each other as you try to catch your breath.

He traces your smudged lipstick trailing his leather clad fingers across your cheek and down your neck, sliding down the strap of your dress as he reaches your shoulder. He follows the same path with his lips softly at first but by the time he reaches your neck his fire has returned and he is sucking your delicate skin harshly until it glows red, worrying it further with his teeth before soothing with his tongue over and over until no one could dispute his ownership of you. Abruptly he pulls away, surveying the mess he has made of you with a smug smile as he slides your strap back into place.

‘I think anyone would think twice before touching you now Sister.’ He steps back leaving you panting against the wall as he straightens his suit. ‘I will see you later si?’ And then he disappears back into the party with a final heated glance over his shoulder. You could not wait to see what later would bring.

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