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hencheri · 3 days

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18+. mdni.

pairing: mean toxic bf!haechan x fem!reader

warnings: noncon, toxic relationship, gaslighting.

wc: 1.2k

you're watching a movie in the living room, but you're distracted, focused on your thoughts instead of the flashing screen in front of you. it's 3 a.m. and you can hear haechan playing video games in your bedroom.

he hasn't talked to you for hours, hasn't said a word or even looked in your way. it's bothering you a lot. you have a constant knot in your stomach and your heart accelerates at the mere thought of haechan ignoring you.

you hate when he does this, it makes you feel bad. so fucking bad.

you get up from the couch, going to your bedroom. you push the door open, hesitantly walking in. you need to talk to him.

"hyuck?"

he stares at his computer's screen, pressing down on the keys of his keyboard, concentrated on his game. he has his headset on, maybe he hasn't heard you.

"johnny!" haechan calls into his microphone, "quick, come save me."

"hyuckie..." you stand beside him and you know he can see you from the corner of his eye. you bite down on your bottom lip, waiting for an answer that doesn't come.

he continues to play like you're not there. it upsets you so much, could he not be petty for once?

"we need to talk, please," you demand, still trying to get his attention. you know he hears you now since he's quiet.

a few seconds pass before he replies back, "we have nothing to say."

you sigh, exasperated. there are plenty of things you need to discuss about actually, and not just what happened a couple of hours ago. it makes you cringe thinking about the previous events, but you can't just brush it off, especially when haechan's still sour about it.

you were both in bed about to go sleep soon. he made a move, touching your hips up and down, pressing his crotch against your butt. you weren't in the mood, so you told him to stop. he didn't at first and you pushed him away, which really offended him.

he then turned on his pc before you could say anything and you went to the living to watch a movie, a poor attempt to forget about this ridiculous fight.

"but-" you begin, a little annoyed, "we do."

your voice is covered by johnny yelling something to haechan, once again ignored by your boyfriend. "here, here, here! i need to heal you," he yells back, fingers hurriedly pressing down on the keys, "shit, these guys are rough."

"hyuck-" you try, placing your hand on his arm, but he grabs your wrist before you can and shoves your hand away.

you frown, hurt by his action.

"what? we won!?" haechan exclaims, brows shooting up in surprise. you hear johnny talking back without deciphering his words. "ah, they missed the base," he laughs, "yeah, it was close."

he removes his headset and puts it on his desk. but he still decides to not acknowledge you, even when his game is done.

"please," you beg a bit desperately.

"what's the matter?" he sighs loudly, throwing his head back against the headrest of his chair.

"haechan! you've just ignored me the whole night! you can't always do that," you explain to him even though he'll probably only understand what he wants as usual.

he rolls his eyes, "yeah and it's always my fault, right?" he says.

"what- no, that's not-"

"it is," he affirms. he turns his head to you, "every time we so 'need to talk' it's about how i'm wrong, how i shouldn't do this or that, how i should just agree to everything you say and shut my mouth."

you're agape. is this really what he thinks you do? that you only want to complain about him?

"that's not true," you deny, "hyuck, i just want us to communicate, it's important."

he scoffs, "no, you're always the one talking. you don't actually want to hear what i have to say." he looks at you like he's hurt and you start wondering if he might be right. are you really that self-centred? "that's not really what i call communication, you know."

"do you ever ask yourself how i'm feeling? how constantly being rejected makes me feel?" he questions, his gaze not leaving you.

"i don't constantly reject you," you rectify. "sometimes i'm simply not in the mood to sleep with you..."

haechan winces upon hearing your words. "because you are for others?"

your eyes widen and your mouth falls open. that's not how you should have said it. "no, that's not what i meant-" but your boyfriend cuts you off, rising up from his gaming chair.

"yeah, no," he shakes his head, "you know what? i've had this feeling that you don't love me like you say you do." he goes around you and you follow him, wanting to reason with him, but he isn't done talking yet.

"we haven't fucked in days and the only thing you let me do is jerk off with your hand. how- how should i interpret that, huh?" haechan sounds genuinely hurt and upset, but that was never your intention to make him feel this way. how could he even doubt your love for him?

"hyuck, please, sit down," you ask, wrapping your hand around his arm to pull him back against you, but he slips away from you.

he turns around and faces you. "are you seeing someone else? is that why?" he suddenly bursts out and you're totally shocked.

"what? no way, how can you think that!?"

he approaches you and this time, you're the one stepping back until the back of your thighs hit the edge of the bed. you look up at haechan, heart beating faster and faster.

"you're not denying it," he points out, now only a few inches separating you from him. "you're cheating on me... how can you be so fucking heartless?"

you shake your head from side to side, gulping down. this isn't true. you've always stayed faithful to your boyfriend, but the knot in your throat prevents you from speaking up, eyes swelling up in tears.

he clasps his hand around your bicep, digging his fingers into your flesh, pulling you flushed to his chest.

"i can't believe it," he breathes out, "my girlfriend is a fucking whore."

you're still in shock when he crashes his mouth on you, smacking his lips to yours and pushing his tongue inside. your whines are muffled, weak hands pushing on his chest to get him off of you, but to no avail.

you fall on the bed and haechan crushes you with his weight, trapping you under him. you squirm around, not liking the way he doesn't listen to your protests and how he forces himself on you.

his lips descend to your neck, planting quick kisses as if he's in a hurry, going down to the valley of your breasts.

"hyuck, please, stop," you cry, but he doesn't listen.

his fingers hook into your shorts, pulling them down with your underwear, too. your breath is caught in your throat, only exhaling when you feel the familiar push of his cock inside of your unprepared pussy.

"you're mine," he moans, the squeeze of your cunt around him making him frown, "when will you finally understand it..."

#this was inspired by the relay cam videos lmfao #tw noncon #tw toxic relationship #nct smut #nct x reader #nct hard hours #nct dream x reader #nct dream smut #nct dream imagines #haechan x reader #haechan smut #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 smut

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papaya-twinks · 1 day

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mauve - l.n - p.2

Warnings: Swearing, angst, crash, sexism, banter, insulting(?)

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Taglist: @cheriiepies @jan1on @sagestack @fall-bambi @meglouise00 @eclipsedcherry @suzzie105 @rebelatbay @fly-me-away @cabbyhabs @djoenthusiast @georgeparisole

A/N - I’m so happy y’all like it! Remember, message in the comments if you wanna be on the tag list! Also, remember, at this stage of the fic, Lando has 0 wins!

other parts 💜💜

Thankfully for both you and Lando, he didn’t have to see your face for the next few days, not until pre-season testing anyways. You looked great in your suit, the Williams suited you so well, you drove impeccably, your car nowhere as slow as it had been the year before, and Alex had been a healthy 15th.

Hey, could’ve been worse. As you got into your car, your helmet a sweet purple with oil splashes along the side, your number emblazoned on the top, you readied yourself for your first ever drive as part of the Formula One World Championship. Fuck.

You turned sharply right, ready to warm your tyres, checking your mirror and responding to radio messages. “So, Lando’s done a 28.8 for sector one, that’s a 28.8, Y/N,” your engineer said you responded with a simple ‘copy’.

Once your tyres were up and ready you began your lap, sliding through the corners with just the right amount of balance, your concentration unwavering, the places you put the car just perfect. Yes, it was just practise, but it seemed like you’d been doing it for years.

And then, as you began your next lap, heading down the main straight, you caught a flash of orange in your rear-view mirrors, the almost blindingly neon helmet of Lando Norris shimmering behind you. What the fuck was he doing?

No one ever raced during pre-season testing. It was testing. After all. But you were on a hot lap, and you weren’t one to back down, which greatly surprise Lando, as he saw you continue, not letting off a single second. Two could play at that game.

He dove down the inside, his wheel tapping into the side of yours, sending your car onto the rumble strip, your body bouncing in the car. “What’s he playing at?!” you shrieked into the radio. “We’re on it, Y/N,” your engineer reassured.

“So, uh, Y/N, what do you make of the situation with Lando on track?” one of the reporters asked, as you lifted your microphone. You let out a breath of air, a mix of a scoff and sigh as you shrugged. “I’m not responsible nor do I know what he was thinking,” you said simply.

“Maybe if she can look. She’d have seen me,” Lando said, a harsh, hostile laugh on his lips as he rolled his eyes, “this sport would be better off without people who can’t see others on track,”. You didn’t say anything, blinking for a second.

“If you want a change of scenery, F1 Academy’s always open,” you said, moving the straw of your drink to your lips to hide the smug smirk on your lips as you pulled your Williams cap down low on your forehead, your hair smooth, albeit sweaty.

And Lando? He was taken aback. The new girl had bite, huh? Well, so did he. He was Lando fucking Norris after all, not some push over. But neither were you, it supposed. Lando didn’t say anything, he wasn’t one to stroke the fire when he knew how much of a field day the media would have with it.

But that didn’t mean he’d let you get away with it, oh no. He’d make you pay. And pay for it you would, tenfold for what you had done. How you’d insulted him. To Lando, you’d have been a better grid girl than a driver.

You didn’t say anything as you sat in your motor home, now changing into a comfy pair of sweats and a t-shirt, the cold air of a February in Bahrain filing in through your window. You didn’t understand why Lando was even being such a jerk to you.

You hadn’t done anything wrong, you’d only given him what he’d given you first. But if it was gonna be like that, then fine. You could dish it out and if Lando wasn’t okay to take it, so be it. Anyways, testing? It had gone reasonably well, but almost as if to add salt to the wound, mclaren were looking stronger than usual.

Lando would have a field day with that one.

It was half-refreshing to come out of your second FP1 session to see that there were, fortunately, some people who did think Lando was being mean to you. Whilst at the same time, there were people who shipped you? What the hell? That would never happen. And you only did come 13th, and in a car as slow as Williams? That was an achievement and a half.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #lando x reader #f1 #lando norris smut

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enhasparadise · 23 hours

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TOKYO ON EDGE. ˒˒ ﹙ niki! ﹚

╰┈⪼ moving to Japan wasn’t really on your plan through the year, but with your specialty being Japanese you had no choice but to accept. arriving in the middle of the year you found it strangely easy enough to integrate into your well-known class but over the days everything seemed to become boring and everything looked the same, the only thing that seemed to interest you was discovering the streets of Japan and the cultural differences with your native country. but, what you hadn't imagined was coming face to face with a car race, where one of the participants was one of your classmates, Nishimura Niki.

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ street racer!niki x student!reader 𓄷 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 older brother!jay, best friend!sunoo, best friend!haerin, bully!woonhak and heeseung.

genre﹙💬﹚⸝⸝⸝ serie, street racing au, enemies to lovers, kind of bully!niki, slow burn.

warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ harsh talking, mention of violence and bullying, mention of drinking and smoking, cursing, mention of mental health, niki’s really dumb sometimes.

words count ‎⸝⸝⸝ 2681 words

taglist ‎ ⸝⸝⸝ @r1kification @cherryrikis @moonpri @who-tf-soddhi @heeswif3y @yangjungwonnie comment to be added to the taglist !!

rain’s note ‎⸝⸝⸝ screaming right now because I really love this chapter and how it’s start, also screaming because of the ending of this chapter since of what niki said. yes I’m fangirling over my own story, but anyways I really hope that you like how the story start and all that happened during this chapter.

all feedback and reblogs are welcome! ♡

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001. what kind of starter pack is this ?

You didn't know if it was simply the universe that was playing with you, or fate that had decided that, from one day to the next, after discovering your new school, you would meet this boy who spent his days talking to you. get on the nerves.

The most annoying part of the situation wasn't even the boy himself, but no matter where you were you heard each of the girls whispering his name as if he was a real living god.

Nishimura Niki.

No matter when you heard his name, you found yourself getting annoyed. Yet he hadn't done anything wrong, he was simply everything you despised deep down. That satisfied look and that smirk that almost never left his lips no matter where he was.

Since you had accidentally crossed his path, and his coffee had accidentally spilled on his uniform, he had spent the rest of his time ensuring that your days at school were nothing more than simple moments of torture or complete boredom, except that, even without his presence you were already annoyed and angry enough so knowing that he could arrive at any time made you completely mad with rage.

“y/n are you even listening to me?” Sunoo ended up saying.

“sorry Sunoo, I’m not really focused, it’s just.. all of this annoys me” you ended up responding as a sigh left your lips.

"y/n we'll never move forward with the presentation if you're not focused, and spending your time thinking about Niki won't help us."

“I don’t think about him!” you replied, offended that your best friend would think that before looking around you. "why does this idiot have to be so popular.. he's not even that amazing.."

Sunoo couldn't help but look at you without understanding what could be going on in your head. You now spent most of your days complaining about one of your classmates that you hated while, during your first days here, you both spent your days laughing and talking about topics that you are really interested.

Now it was almost like you spent your days complaining about Nishimura Niki and saying how much you hated him.

Simply, while you were both in the library working on your history paper which was due the next day, your best friend was ready to give up on everything because you weren't even concentrating while on your side you were ready to hit yourself with one of the books on the table if you once again came to wait for this name which was driving you completely crazy.

So, after taking a deep breath to focus again on the work you had to do, you turned back to Sunoo who was completely absorbed in reading his lips.

"And why shouldn't we be allowed to watch on the internet? Sunoo it would go ten times faster and you know it just as well as I do"

"Because, I know you and you'll end up spending the rest of the afternoon glued to your phone and I'll find myself having to do all the work on my own.." placing one of the books right in front of you, he showed you a passage that he found interesting, "I think we can also add that with everything we have just found, it will make a link with the other subjects that we must address later.." he replied wanting to get you back to work.

And it didn't take another sentence for your attention to return to the book, reading what he had told you.

Except that, at the same time, some girls who were passing behind you found themselves whispering a bunch of things that you hadn't heard until one of them said Niki's first name and, in a few moments, Only seconds later you found yourself looking around you.

The library was generally not a very busy place during school days, so obviously seeing more and more girls present was not particularly a good thing. Especially if it had anything to do with that student you hated so much.

But then, trying to concentrate on your work again so that your best friend wouldn't end up forcing you to finish everything by yourself, you sighed, realizing that you were possibly thinking too much simply because you were already quite agitated with what had happened that morning.

"Can we take a break Sunoo? I really can't concentrate it's horrible.." a sigh left your lips as you put your pen on the table and turned your head towards your best friend.

"If you want.." he started before taking his phone out of his pocket and realizing what time it was, "shit.. I have to go anyway.. Sunghoon is waiting for me so that We're going to join the others for our dance class."

Then, as soon as he finished his sentence, he closed the book in front of him, before getting up. "We'll finish this tonight, I'll call you as soon as I have time, and answer this time because otherwise we'll have more time to finish everything."

“Okay Sunoo.. go ahead I’ll take care of putting everything away” you replied before seeing him walk away and the last thing you saw was his blond hair as he closed the library door .

A sigh left your lips, your eyes closing for only a few seconds but opening them again you noticed Haerin in front of you then almost inevitably a smile appeared on your lips.

"Did he finally let you go? I thought I wouldn't be able to come see you all afternoon if he stayed with you.." she said directly with a slight laugh.

"Just assume that you have feelings for him and it will be a lot easier for both of you.." you had barely finished your sentence when you noticed your best friend's expression, and almost inevitably you started to to laugh. “Will you help me clean up? We can go to Starbucks afterwards if you want, it’s been a while since I’ve been there and I really want to go together.”

A smile appeared on your best friend's lips as she heard the word Starbucks and she immediately stood up while carrying several books in her hands to go straight to put them away.

Noticing how she reacted, a laugh left your lips once again and, taking the other part of the books, you yourself went through the shelves of the library to find the shelves where all the books came from.

Ten minutes later you finally left the library with Haerin following you. Except that, as soon as you left the library, your smile faded simply because you noticed a group of girls gathered in the same place, and you knew perfectly well what that meant. Niki was not far away.

“Oh my god do you think Niki is anywhere near?” Haerin asked, and as soon as her sentence was spoken, you remembered that she too, although she had feelings for your best friend, had a strange admiration with Nishimura Niki and you couldn't understand that.

“Please don’t say his name, it annoys me..” you replied as you placed your bag on your shoulder and began to walk to the end of the corridor to leave the room. 'establishment.

In spite of yourself, your gaze landed on this crowd of girls who looked like real kids, and you directly noticed Niki through the whole crowd. He wasn't doing anything in particular, he was just on his phone chatting with some boys in your class, and of course you wondered almost immediately what the girls saw in him. It was very obvious that he had absolutely nothing to do with them and that he simply preferred to ignore them, regardless of what she might say to him.

A sigh left your lips and you wanted to continue walking, but Haerin stopped you by grabbing your arm to make sure you didn't leave without her.

“Believe me, he’s an idiot, he doesn’t deserve your attention Haerin..” you told her, noticing that she reacted the same way as all the girls around him.

And almost as if he had heard what you had just said, Niki raised his head to look at you, and a few seconds later he put his phone away to walk towards you. What exactly was he looking for?

You didn't know him, but with everything you had heard you knew perfectly well that Niki didn't care at all about girls' feelings or just girls in general. Just you, he loved making your days difficult just by being near you. And unfortunately for you, today was likely to be even more complicated.

Haerin, noticing that he was approaching the two of you, couldn't help but laugh in the silliest way, but at no time did Niki's gaze fall on her, he was focused on you. And when he was at your side, he pushed Haerin to the side just to place his arm around your shoulder, which directly made you want to vomit and you almost immediately moved away from him.

“Don’t touch me, I don’t want a boy like you to touch me.”

“Oh come on y/n.. don’t you want to have fun with me? I know you like me deep down”

"Ew.. do you want me to vomit on your uniform or something? Considering the badboy starter pack that you are, I'm quite happy to hate you Niki.." you responded directly before releasing his arm from your shoulder and move away from him, visibly disgusted with how he was acting.

“A badboy starter pack? Can you give me a quick definition of what you mean by that?” He asked you and a laugh left your lips directly.

“I think you understand perfectly what I mean Niki, you’re stupid but not so stupid that you don’t understand..”

“Hey, he’s not stupid, shut up!” Shouted a girl who was around you, before other girls started saying any type of sentence to defend Niki. Except that no matter what she said, your view of Niki wasn't going to change, it was never going to change since Niki was just a miserable idiot.

"They're not wrong, I'm not stupid.." Niki defended himself as this most annoying smile appeared on her lips, and a sigh of annoyance left your lips at the same time.

"Oh of course niki.. you're the most annoying idiot I know in school.." you replied knowing that he wasn't going to leave you alone no matter what you said to him. "And to answer your question, they're the kind of bad boy starter pack, the ones who are really stupid, who react like real assholes and who of course don't mind hurting the girls who are interested in them simply to laugh about it behind..”

One of his eyebrows rose at your response before a laugh left his lips, finding what you had just said to him totally hilarious.

“Really y/n, it’s charming what you say about me” he responded so casually because none of your sentences hurt him.

“Oh shut up will you, you're such an annoying idiot, except girls never notice because of..” you looked at his face, a look of disgust appearing on your own face, “this what you look like.." then you ended up turning to all the girls around you, who were either looking at Niki in admiration or looking at you like they wanted to rip your head off for what you were saying about niki, then you came back to look at niki. “Seriously, are you lacking affection for all the girls to be so into you? Because it’s quite pitiful to be honest..”

The girls around you were almost going crazy over what you were saying but none of them seemed to come up to you, simply because Niki was right in front of them and they didn't want to in any way. that Niki sees them being violent.

“Oh but I'm not in need of attention, on the contrary..” Niki ended up responding in a very annoying way, “it's not my fault if the girls at school adore boys like me.. " the same smile was fixed on his face since the beginning of your conversation and it annoyed you greatly. “Too bad you’re not actually one of them.”

Hearing his last sentence you wanted to vomit because it seemed so pitiful and stupid. You just stared at him with a look of disgust on your face, unable to understand why Niki was bothering you like that when he could just be giving this attention to a girl who liked him more than you. . That is to say the only girl who hated him because of his troublemaker behavior and the way he annoyed you.

"Rather die than become one of your groupies who lick your coattails in the hope of getting attention that will never be given to me." you ended up answering, your hand gripping the strap of your bag so much you felt your blood boiling inside of you because he kept adding any sentence to see your reactions that he loved while you answered each time.

“Oh but I give them attention, there are just so many of them that I can't really give each of them attention for a day.”

"Yeah you're just a real idiot who plays with girls that's all"

“That’s what you think y/n”

“You make me want to vomit Niki… it’s surprising that I still haven’t vomited.”

“Oh stop y/n I know deep down you love me..”

"Shut up niki you really make me want to vomit you're so horrible and annoying.. then seeing how you act with girls it confirms that you're just an idiot badboy who has absolutely no interest in girls and who just spend their time breaking her hearts"

“I think the role of bad boy suits me well you know”

“So you confirm the fact that you are a bad boy and that you have the starter pack that I am with”

Niki looked at you blankly, almost as if you had just said the most incomprehensible thing imaginable. And around you you always heard the girls whispering or shouting all kinds of things about you.

“Being a bad boy doesn't give you a starter pack,” Niki ended up answering.

“Ah yes totally Niki, believe me you have a starter pack that fits the badboy label. Do you want me to make you a list?”

A laugh left his lips as he listened to you, before allowing you to continue speaking, knowing what you were going to say to confirm your words.

"So already, with what I've seen since I've been here you don't take authority seriously and you don't care what the teachers tell you, so that proves the first criterion of the bad boy, then in view of your hands you also spend your time fighting so that proves the second criterion." You paused in what you were saying just to look at him intently to notice every detail about him. "With your character and your behavior it's not surprising that you find yourself idolized by girls and then you don't even need.."

"In this case if I'm a badboy, that makes you a goodgirl, well if we stay in the cliché of course.." Niki ended up cutting you off, and as soon as you waited for his sentence you didn't know how you was supposed to get the information.

“And what does that mean Niki?” you ended up asking as your arms crossed over your chest.

“I think just as well as I do that you know perfectly well what that means y/n” he replied and you noticed that smile that annoyed you so much appear on his lips.

Something to which you hadn't responded simply because you knew that, deep down, Niki only did that to annoy you and he knew that it would work so obviously you didn't want to show him that he was right once. moreover.

“Seriously Niki shut up”

“Only if you confirm that you are the cliché of the good girl since I am, as you say, a bad boy with a starter pack to match..”

"Oh but you really are Niki stop lying to yourself.. you know you're just a bad boy playing it.."

“well I’m telling you that you’re a good girl, you just don’t notice it… but I’m going to prove to you that you are one”

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seventeenreasonswhy · 21 hours

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Super Shy ~ A JWW School-Life Romance Pt. 3

Star Athlete!Wonwoo x Shy Wallflower!Reader

Jeon Wonwoo... THE Jeon Wonwoo is... paying attention to you!?

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Series content: fluff, first crush plot line, school-life anime vibes, slow burn/yearning, some light angst, classmates to friends to lovers, fem reader, reader is ~*super shy*~ and has low self-esteem, reader is kind of bullied (?), sweetie pie Wonwoo, appearances by Choi Hansol and more!, all characters are in high school so no explicit content (but probably kissing eventually).

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Author’s note: Thank you to everyone who has read, reblogged, and liked this little series so far! This part reveals more about Y/N’s interests and talents, which she’s afraid to share because she is insecure! But not for long with sweet Jeon Wonwoo around. Also she has a fictional younger sister named Daehee (not after anyone in particular, I just like that name). 😉 These two are so innocent and cute, I’m having such fun writing them! Enjoy!!

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“Whoa you’re going all out on that, Y/N—”

Your younger sister, Daehee, had come down for breakfast with her bangs still in curlers, wearing her school uniform shirt over her Hello Kitty pajama pants. She was watching you as you concentrated on preparing various dishes at the stove. A thin omelet, grilled shishito peppers, vegetable tempura; it was pretty simple stuff, but you’d developed an urge to create aesthetically pleasing lunches these days.

You couldn’t really explain it, although somewhere in your heart you knew it probably had something to do with Jeon Wonwoo.

For the past week, Jean Wonwoo had been spending lunch on the roof alone with you.

The two of you barely exchanged words, really. Your longest conversation probably lasted only a few minutes. But not for Wonwoo’s lack of trying! You still wondered why he was spending his lunchtime up there at all—even more so why would he keep trying to strike up conversations with you? You guessed he really was just that nice. But every time you were around him you couldn’t help clamming up somehow.

“Are you in any clubs, Y/N?” he’d asked you the other day, between bites of his kimbap.

“Uh, no...” you answered quietly, your nerves frazzled from your total lack of conversational skills.

“None of them appeal to you?”

“Uh, not really that...” you didn’t know how to answer him. You’d ended up just looking at him blankly, like a fool. However, nothing in his facial expression or his tone made you feel like you had to necessarily come up with an answer... But his gaze was intent, and you found it hard to hold onto for more than about three seconds.

“What do you do for fun? To relax?” he followed up breezily, “You’re the class mystery.”

“Um,” the odd self-consciousness you felt at being called ‘the class mystery’ aside, you couldn’t really think of anything to say to him.

Actually, there was one thing that came to mind... but it wasn’t something you’d ever shared with anyone. Your one ‘hobby.’ Though to you it felt more like... squeezing a stress ball. It was what you did when you needed to turn your brain off.

He wants to know what I do to relax?

You couldn’t say what compelled you, but you pulled out your phone and found the photo album you had saved of your miniature paintings.

You worked with acrylic paint on very small canvasses, using very fine, small brushes to create miniature floral designs, portraits, landscapes... Your style was incredibly detailed. You had hundreds of tiny canvasses in little boxes and frames all over your room. You took pictures of most of these tiny paintings when you finished. You had even recorded a couple of time-lapse videos, showing you creating them in fast motion. You’d never felt compelled to create a social media account to display or monetize them, though. You painted because it was what you had done since you were a preteen—the careful, methodical process of dabbing tiny paintbrushes into your carefully mixed colors, getting the tone and shading of a poppy flower’s petal on a tiny scale just right... For you, creating these paintings was like a meditative practice.

By some stroke of inspiration—or insanity—you handed your phone to Wonwoo. His face became visibly more curious as he took your phone carefully in his hands.

“Wowwww,” Wonwoo said, holding the screen closer to his face. He seemed absorbed in your phone—you even caught him zoom in on a few pictures. You could tell he was looking carefully through the album.

“You’re crazy talented!” he said after a while. He sounded genuinely impressed.

“No, haha,” you somehow laughed, coughed, and gasped at the same time, your heart accelerating out of embarrassment from his compliment.

“No, seriously—Y/N, these are really incredible!” he said. “They’re so detailed, and they’re so small! How do you even do that!?” His eyes were glued to your phone screen. A part of you was screaming inside, why on earth you would show these to him!? and urging you to snatch your phone right out of his hand, throw it over the side of the building even. You couldn’t believe that Wonwoo was seeing this, this... habit. And YOU had been the one to show him, of all things!

“I wouldn’t say they’re ‘incredible,’” you said, filling up with more and more anxiety over coming off as bragging or crossing some social boundary that you shouldn’t have crossed.

Wonwoo finally looked up from the screen, looking directly at you instead. You still couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, but you felt his eyes on you. After a long pause, you dared to glance up at him...

But he quickly looked away from you.

Ugh, I’m probably making him feel like he has to be super nice or something...

“Oh, whoa—a time-lapse?” He said, quickly recovering from the somewhat awkward moment when your eyes had met. But his stumbling across the most recent time-lapse video that you’d made prompted you to snap out of your reverie and bolt to grab your phone out of Wonwoo’s hands.

“Ah, don’t watch that!” you lunged for your phone, but Wonwoo reflexively pulled his hand away, surprised by your reaction but still effortlessly dodging your attempt. He smirked down at you, and your heart almost stopped.

“Why not?” he said, and the deep resonance of his voice made you realize how close your bodies were—you were practically sprawled over him after reaching for your phone, his face just inches from yours...

Your whole body seemed to flush a deep shade of red before you catapulted backward away from him. You could have sworn that you saw that Wonwoo smiling to himself, but you were so flustered and anxious about the way you’d completely invaded his personal space that you couldn’t think straight.

“I won’t watch it,” he said light-heartedly, smiling at you as he tossed your phone back to you. “But you are super talented, Y/N. Painting is such a unique skill, too.”

And just like that, he went back to eating his kimbap like nothing had happened. His relaxed, friendly tone mercifully neutralized the atmosphere, but you just stood there clutching your phone to your chest.

“It’s not that I’m embarrassed,” you started, even though you couldn’t look Wonwoo in the eye, “It’s just—I’ve never shared these paintings with anyone except my family...” Your heart kind of ached for some reason as you said this to Wonwoo, who just continued to look at you in silence. What on earth had compelled you to share that with him?

Agh, say something! You willed for this pause in conversation pass, but it didn’t seem to be budging.

“Thank you for showing me,” Wonwoo said at last. His low, gentle voice seemed to shoot directly into your bloodstream, flushing you an even deeper shade of red than you thought was humanly possible. You looked at him briefly, and something about the way he was looking back at you...

The moment had played over and over again like a movie in your head for the past few days. The directness of his gaze. The rich, sincere quality of his voice. The way he’d smiled to himself... you couldn’t stop thinking of that particular lunch hour.

Standing at the kitchen counter, Daehee watched you dip veggies in tempura batter and toss them in the pot of hot oil on the stove. You let your mind run through the questions it had been asking all week: why was he spending time with you like this? Did he lose a bet? Is there some kind of hidden camera prank you should be wary of? More than that, why was he being so nice?

“Hellooo, earth to Y/N! I said you’re really going to town on your lunches these days,” Daehee tried again to get a rise out of you.

“Oh,” you said, taking the last piece of tempura squash out of the oil. “I just like experimenting.” You weren’t lying, exactly—you did like exploring all kinds of different food and dishes. Cooking was fun to you, different from the calm of painting.

You would be lying if you said that an added bonus wasn’t Wonwoo noticing and complimenting your work.

You liked it when he praised you. It felt like he meant it.

No one could be that good at faking sincerity, could they?

You couldn’t help but hear that small voice in the back of your head, doubting Wonwoo’s intentions.

But he hadn’t done anything other than come up to the roof during lunch this week, mostly just eating in silence with you—the two of you simply looking out at the sky...

But after you had shown him your paintings...

Maybe it was since then that you had started to put more effort into your lunches.

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The other day on my tiktok I created a simple post about how James Hunt is more than just the Playboy persona that is associated with him. This flew over someone's head who commented about how he was a Playboy. I responded explaining the point of the video but instead they doubled down saying that James didn't care about F1 only about partying.

So today I went through some of my books and gathered a load of quotes to show the James Hunt that most people do not know about, the one outside of the Playboy perception. I've posted it on tiktok but figured I'll upload it here as well so the true James Hunt can reach more people and slowly we can dismantle the reputation 'Rush' gave him ❤️

TW: Depression, unhealthy coping mechanisms/addictions

When you think of James Hunt you think of the 'playboy'. The guy who partied, drank lots, took drugs and slept with lots of women. Its true he did that, and a lot but to dismiss him as just that is wrong. He was a good driver, a person who tried his best, a kind man who cared for human & animal rights.

The next few slides I've compiled quotes from a few books and website to show what kind of person he actually was and what he went through in life and that less people will dismiss him as just a Playboy.

James Hunt's first marriage was rocky because James was already very involved in his addictions and he knew he didn't love Susy because he felt that he wasn't capable of love. But he felt responsible for her and wanted to look after her. Here is his own opinion from his book ->

"It was really THE problem. I thought that marriage was what I wanted and needed to give me a nice stable and quiet home life, but in fact it wasn't and the key mistake was mine. I really wanted to go racing on my own, and it wasn't much fun for Susy to sit at home and wait for me all that time. It was also a terrible hassle for her to come racing because race meetings were probably the most relaxing time in my schedule. The rest of the time you tend to be leaping on aeroplanes once a day and that made it even worse because it's bad enough organizing one person to get on an aeroplane. Organizing two gets to be twice as much hassle. It got to the point where it was a problem for Susy to come travelling and a hell of a deal for her to stay at home. It was making life miserable in the extreme for her and since I felt responsible for her it was making me miserable too. So we had agreed to split up and then Richard Burton came along and solved all the problems. We had had an immensely successful marriage because I learnt an awful lot about myself and life and I think Susy did too. We all ended up happy, anyway, which is more than can be said for a lot of marriages" - p14 Against All Odds

Much is said about James Hunt and the ladies he kept company, and without knowing anything about James you might assume the worst, but here's some quotes about what he was actually like with the ladies ->

"I don't usually have sex before a race because I am very definitely concentrating -I find that it is the communication between two people that makes it worth- while, and before a race I am pretty uncommunicative. However, if say I have an hour or so to spare before dinner on the night before a race then I can enjoy the physical release. But I will only do it with someone who is fully understanding" - p15 Against All Odds

"He was always attentive to his partners needs. Indeed much of his satisfaction came from giving pleasure. The only problem, some of them confessed, was that his desire to please often out-stripped their needs" - p264 James Hunt: The Biography

"I was sure he was gay, because he never made a move on me for so long" - p278 Jane Birbeck, long time partner, James Hunt: The Biography

"He missed the actual skirmish - he was inside getting drinks at the bar - but had to be forcibly restrained from going after the policeman who hit his girlfriend" - p284 James Hunt: The Biography

James Hunt had many affairs in his time, because he had become an addict to many things including women (more on this later) He was aware of his and it plagued James that he couldn't control it ->

"One evening she returned to their London home to find James in tears. He was tormented by feelings of guilt caused by his lust for other women. He confessed the full extent of his unfaithfulness, that it was unfair to her and that for her sake they couldn't remain a couple. It wasn't that he was bored with her, but that his desire for other women was insatiable and uncontrollable. He held Jane in his arms and they both wept" - p320

One thing that helped James in his life time was his love for animals especially his pet dog Oscar. Here are some quotes about his love for animals and how far he would go to help protect them ->

"I think in a way Oscar was the child James never had at that stage. He was a remarkable dog, no question, but James thought a lot about animals and their requirements and was very concerned about their needs. He gave Oscar the very best treatment and also was keenly intrested in the welfare of other dogs. He would look at a dog, wonder if it's owner was treating it well and bringing it up properly and if the dog was getting everything out of life that it could" - p281

"Before he came to know James better, the journalist Nigel Roebuck was pleasantly surprised by an incident involvinged stray dog. It was late in the evening after a Grand Prix and tha teams were packing up to leave when James, while talking to Roebuck, saw the dog wandering around the paddock, shiver-ing and obviously very hungry. Roebuck, also sensitive to the needs of an animal in distress, went with James to several of the team motorhomes where they got food and fed the dog. But that wasn't the end of it as far as James was concerned. He insisted that they should take the dog up to the race control centre.

Roebuck: 'He took the dog in there and would not leave until he was sure it would be looked after. James actually made this official sign a piece of paper saying he would take care of the dog and see that it was housed and properly cared for. I was very impressed with this. James was probably one of only a handful of people on this entire planet who would even give that sort of thing a second thought." - p281

"He also thought the wild animals residing on his estate should be left alone. If vermin had to be controlled it should be done in the most humane way possible, and he strongly dissaproved of blood sports. The very thought of fox hunting he found horrible and he vowed not to allow it on his property" - p308

James was also incredibly caring towards the young people in his life such as his sons and his younger siblings. Here’s an extract from his first GF about James and his siblings ->

".. the way he expressed his concern for the emotional youngest members of his family:

He really enjoyed looking after them, and just seeing the way the behaved with his little brothers and sisters you knew was instinctive in him. He was always going to be a good father.

One evening he invited her home where he was babysitting Jo Jo, Dave and Tim. When James had tucked them in he left Ping to read them a bedtime story. When Ping came downstairs James asked her if she had helped them say their prayers. When I said no, James said: "Right. You've missed out hugely there. Come on, we'd better go and do it." So they did. His attitude was that he was taught to do that by his parents and it simply had to be done.'

But he also practised what he preached, and he believed in the power of prayer. In the troubled years to come James would pray to God for strength and help, and he eventually passed on the bedtime prayer ritual to his own two boys, to whom he became completely devoted.

During his time with Ping he had talked about having children, and she thinks fatherhood earlier in his life would have prevented James from sinking into his period of decadence.

I felt so sorry for him then because I knew underneath it wasn't the real James doing this. I think he was trying to make life happy, the wrong way. If he had settled down earlier, had a more normal home life with children of his own when he was younger, one could have seen a totally different James.' - p26

James Hunt cared for human rights especially taking a stand against the Apartheids in South Africa. The Apartheids in short was a system of racial segregation. In protest most sports were not going to South Africa but Formula One still was, and James Hunt made it clear his thoughts

“We were once covering the South African Grand Prix during the days of apartheid. All of a sudden, and for no particular reason, he launched into an attack on apartheid.

“It was nothing to do with the Grand Prix, nor would it do British-South African relations any good. Our producer pushed a piece of paper across saying: ‘Talk about the race!’

“And then James blurted out on air: ‘Thank God we’re not actually there!”

But simply calling out Apartheid on the air wasn’t enough for Hunt. He sought to have his race commentaries blocked from being broadcast in South Africa, but was unsuccessful.

When that didn’t work, he instead — and secretly — gave financial support from his income as a race broadcaster to groups struggling to end Apartheid in South Africa."

"His deeply compassionate and loving nature was something that, unfortunately, wasn't adequately conveyed to the public, who only ever heard about the sensational side of James Hunt" - p282 John Watson

As mentioned earlier James Hunt was an addict. His playboy lifestyle was his addictions and this is all rooted back to the fact that James Hunt had depression which grew stronger and stronger. He relied on his additions to get rid of his depression which meant he kept doing more and more. Here are some quotes about his struggle with it and eventually how he overcame it ->

"At home James became increasingly introverted, uncommunicative and reclusive. He gave up golf and spent more and more of his time in the aviary tending his budgies. While the parties continued he would often leave the guests to Sarah and closet himself in the aviary for hours on end.

It became obvious that James was very troubled, but only Sarah and his closest friends knew the full extent of the anguish and despair James suffered during his bouts with what he called his 'dippers'.

Black dog' was the term Winston Churchill used for the recurring 'depressions which afflicted him throughout his life. Bubbles Horsley thinks James was 'born with a "black dog" on his shoulder. His racing pushed the "dog" away far enough so that it was no longer visible. But underneath that wonderful joie de vivre, the laughter and enjoying life, he was given to black moods. He was fearful of them and maybe it was that fear that drove him on. Perhaps without it he would never have been World Champion.

'And I think after the initial "honeymoon" of retirement from racing the black dog came and sat on his shoulder and wouldnt go away. So he became more fearful and sought distraction in various ways, through sex and drink and drugs and rock and roll, as it were." - p323

"At home Sarah watched her husband's condition worsen and desperately sought to help him. She thought his depressiond might partly be due to a chemical imbalance that James was born with, a theory that James explored himself. Then, too, to keep his dippers at bay he consumed too much alcohol and marijuana, both of which can temporarily bring relief but over the long term on have depressive effects.

Like others, Sarah felt that another reason for his 'dippers' might have been because he cut off his emotions early in his life and never learned how to open up to people, or to need them. He was essentially a lonely man and his inability to form close relationships made him despair. His depressions further deadened his feelings, and when he was unable to respond emotionally to marriage and children he grew progressively more despondent.

Sarah: 'He was at war with himself. His depressions became Intolerable and towards the end he stopped trying to fight them coming on because he knew they would take over for two days or week. His face would go black and he would take to his bed and stay there, even on Christmas Day. He'd gone to bed two days beforehand and we had Christmas stockings for the boys. I said, Come on, Beast, the boys are waiting." And he said, "Beast, i can't do it." And he was crying" - p333

"When James felt a "dipper" coming on he would go on two- or three-day benders, mostly drinking vodka. He would just keep going and going, which was always a bit terrifying, and after these deep, dark blank days he would suffer real self-loathing. He could forget his trouble with drink, but it always came back.

For many years trying to get rid of his depression was his major concern, which is why he got the budgerigars. He thought it would be such a huge amount of effort that it would distract him and they became an obsession rather than a hobby. He would sit in the aviary for hours, but he would come back still in the grip of gloom. And for a long time he was so down it was very hard to even converse with him." - p326

"He tried different treatments acupuncture, Chinese herbal medicine and looked into every possible theory. He went to different healers, therapists, psychologists, psychiatrists, psychoanalysts, the lot, to try and find the root of his depression. And in the end he cracked it" - p337

"He began to become more diet-conscious and to eat healthy foods. He also consumed information, in books and magazines, on overcoming addictions, and sought more professional help.

He knew he should stop smoking cigarettes and reduce his marijuana consumption, and he told some friends he thought he might be an alcoholic. He worried that his need for women was another form of addiction and feared he might contract AIDS and infect someone else.

John Hogan: 'So he stopped it all. Straightened himself out by absolute willpower. The strength of character of the man enabled him to get out of it. He cut out the cigarettes, the dope and drugs. the booze and the womanising and his sense of priorities became more well-balanced.' - p338

As he started healing himself of his addictions he became serious about F1 again. He always cared for the sport, doing everything he could to race when he was younger and now though he was retired he still commentated and took part in other ways to stay close to the sport ->

"James became serious about strengthening his position in the media side of Formula 1 racing. He took on an internationally syndicated newspaper column and spent many hours gathering information for it. Working with a journalist he applied himself conscientiously to making sure that every word was written to his satisfaction" - p338

James started to heal his relationships as well, becoming an amazing parent to his two boys and finally meeting a woman who helped him feel loved and be able to love after so long of not being able to ->

"The boys were real handfuls to look after but he was awfully good with them and he really fathered and mothered them extremely well. He was always up early in the morning cooking their breakfast and then the four of us would go off salmon fishing. James would fish properly and I would fool around fishing with the youngsters. And then in the evening we used to settle down and he would tell them stories." - p343

A letter James sent to his girlfriend Helen:

"I went to the parents' 50th in a totally negative frame of mind, feeling very much an outsider and wanting the floor to swallow me up. As the day went on, although I remained 'out- side', I could see and feel lots of generous, undemanding love around me. Something changed for me there with my family. Everyone was exuding love and I saw the wonder of it and want to be part of it, but firstly with you.

I realise now that the feeling of not being loved as a child made me close up to any incoming love projected onto me. I do see that I cannot live on without love. You brought it home to me when you pointed out how well I'm doing with the boys. Well I have had to work at that and I've got better at it and I have to do it with you. You are the girl of my dreams. Without you I have no future. I want to make you happy and continue to do so until I die.

All my love for the love of my life,

James"

- p350

Finally James was happy. He was healed from his addictions, in a healthy relationship, had two lovely sons and a job he loved. And best of all he was able to be open with Helen ->

"James confessed to Helen that he was unable to be faithful to anyone in the past because sex was for him just another addiction and he needed women to get his highs. He disliked social gatherings and only had parties or went to them to pick up women. Helen was willing to forgive and forget what went on before, but told him she wouldn't tolerate it in their relationship and he agreed to be faithful to her." - p350

Helen went away on a girls holiday before her and James were going to start trying for children. James proposed to her over the phone on the holiday to which she said yes. But she would never see her finance because he passed away from a heart attack. Unfortunately the previous life he lead caught up to him.

Thank you for reading all of this and I hope you now know more about James Hunt than you already did! It's sad that James is best known now for his unhealthy coping mechanisms for his depression, especially with the film 'Rush' romanticising it. But even if just one person reads all of this it means one more person knows the truth of James Hunt and that makes it worth it ❤️

#classic f1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #vintage f1 #james hunt

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Hii, i saw u were looking for requests and I was wondering if u could do a jjk x reader (any character is fine) where they get body swapped by a curse and decide to get freaky

[BODY?¿SWAP]

tags: 18(+) only!!, suggestive content, semi-nsfw, some dirty talk, gojo x fem!reader, nanami x fem!reader, one-shot, anon request

creator notes: thank you so much for the request anon! i couldn’t decide which pov i liked the most so i wrote both of them kshsjs. hope you enjoy! ♡

It was all Gojo’s fault. You were cautious and always careful when on missions. Yet somehow, this one time he distracted you a little too much with his constant flirting and now you’re stuck in his body while he was stuck inside of yours. It was obviously strange. His long arms and legs. The muscles underlying his skin. And the most obvious, different genitalia.

And it was still all Gojo’s fault what you two were doing right now. He insisted he wanted to know what it was like, doing it, in your body. Said he wanted to know how good he made you feel and what he could do differently to make you feel even better. And seeing as how you two were body swapped for the moment, it was the perfect time for a little experiment.

“God,” Gojo groans. Using your body to fuck himself on his own dick.

You can barely keep your eyes open. Out of embarrassment of watching your body move so erotically but also the fact it felt…good. Really good. It was a completely different pleasure than you were used to. Pleasure that was white hot to the point it made even your soul tingle.

“No wonder you’re always a mess when I fuck you.” Gojo pridefully says.

Of course he was thinking so highly of himself. You both knew your sex life was fantastic and this little ‘experiment’ was just further proving his point. But now he’d never shut up about it. You could already see him bringing it up every chance he gets. How your stomach tightens with every thrust of his cock. He’ll speak of how your pussy was made specifically to take the shape of him. Any time he wants to tease you, to make your face flush, he’ll just speak of how many times you cum with him deep inside.

You whine, moving your hands to hide your, his, drastically red face. “Shut up, please.”

Gojo laughs wickedly. Even as he pants heavily with each roll of the hips that he controls. His, your, hands run up the front of his chest. Feeling every detail he can while he is stuck inside your body.

“Mhm, at least I know—fuck—that I fuck you good. Your body is damn sensitive.” He teases, making it a point to grind himself down. The motion causes you to groan.

“Well, I must make you feel real good too cause your body is just as hot.” You shoot back. A broken up moan tumbling from your lips.

He chuckles at your remark. Biting at his bottom lip as he clenches around the dick you currently have deep inside of him. “You’re right,” He smirks. You can tell from the sound of his voice he’s up to no good. “Just makes me wanna fuck ya some more.”

It was going to be a very long night.

It was your idea. Body swapped by some cursed technique, hours later, and you wanted to show the love of your life how good he was to you. How amazing he made you feel every time you two lay together. Suggesting a more physical example to show him in a way words could not describe.

“Nanami,” You hum softly. Standing tall inside of his body. Watching as you move his cock inside of your body. Slowly slipping every inch in and out. Making sure he felt the pleasure he gives you. “Can you feel it? This is what I feel every time we make love.” You whisper.

Nanami lies beneath you. His, well really your, legs are wrapped around the waist you currently inhabit. You can feel him tremble at the words you speak. Watching your own face twist in pleasure and concentration. Makes you smile as you know he’s feeling good. Nanami may not be able to confirm your thoughts for the moment but you know he’s getting a nice grasp of what you go through every time he fucks you.

Doesn’t stop you from teasing him a little.

“I usually feel it really deep right here,” You hum. Moving one of his large hands across your body’s abdomen. Pressing ever so slightly in an area on your lower tummy where you know it’s sensitive.

Nanami gasps at the sensation. Fingers gripping the sheets beneath him so hard that you’re afraid he might tear the fabric. His mouth falls open as he cries out in pleasure. “Fuck!” He gasps, sucking in whatever air he could through his teeth. You knew what he was feeling all too well. The countless times he had fucked you senseless into the mattress, leaving you just as speechless as he was now.

“F-fuck,” He whimpers again. Muttering something about slowing down but you can’t. Not yet. You needed him to keep feeling good. Needed him to reach his climax and see the stars you’re so use to seeing on the other end.

After all of this, you only hope he realizes how good of a man he truly is. “Mmm, I love you.” You say with a chuckle. Watching as Nanami struggles beneath you, making your body shudder in pleasure. Wondering how many times had he watched you from this exact position and thought how pretty you must’ve looked.

Now at least both of you got to see each other from the other point of view. Maybe body swapping wasn’t so bad after all.

#zevrra zevrra!#zevrra replies #add a lil spice 🌶️#anon reply #anon request #jjk #jujustu kaisen #jjk fic #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #gojo satoru #nanami kento #jjk gojo #jjk nanami #gojo x female reader #gojo x f!reader #nanami x fem!reader #nanami smut #gojo smut

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Was watching parts of season 1 and now can clearly see Sauron's mind at work when he meets Galadriel and the Numenorians:

Meets Galadriel and they're fighting for resources on the raft, and since she's stronger than the others he puts her in the temporary ally category (much like that poor old soul he took the heraldry from despite that man's kindness)

They get to Numenor and he tries telling her to fuck off because he wants to reinvent himself, which works for about five minutes because

... surprise, surprise, he can't reinvent himself (join the Smith's guild)!

It's Deceiving Time! Manipulates Galadriel's need to find a cause, in this case saving the Southlands and returning them their king

And during the Southlands episodes you can see his shitty little smirk when he sees how readily Galadriel and the Numenorians buy into that cause.

Does he give an actual crap about Galadriel, the Numenorians, or the Southlanders? No, but he sees a concentration of orc (Uruk!) power and that *does* intrigue him

Further manipulates Galadriel by faking a more human connection with her, why? Because despite her trauma-informed response to the idea that she can save the Southlands through him she's very smart, and Sauron's not stupid either and knows that at some point she will smell a rat

Meets Celebrimbor and hears about the elves' potential project. And now in those early scenes I think we do see some of the best of what [good] Sauron might be capable of because he is genuinely excited about making something new, unique, and powerful. Creation does thrill him, which is why he went in so hard for the smiths' guild in Numenor. If there is any light left in him we get to see it during those early days at the forge in Eregion, but ...

Galadriel is smart as hell and she finds out the truth, and Sauron tries to murder her in cold blood, then cuts and runs.

When I watched the "reveal" scene with Galadriel I was even more infuriated than I was the first time because he does everything he can to put an illusion in her mind and deceive her in that scene, and why? Not because he actually thought she would join him, no: he wants to pull her into a dream not to win her over, but because it would make her easier to kill. Easier to dump in the river like trash, so he could get away.

And he feels nothing about that except momentary irritation, and maybe a little thrill at Galadriel's horror when he impersonates her brother. It's almost too creepy.

I have to say that I was unprepared for how hard that hit during the rewatch even though in retrospect it was obvious that any bond they had -- or would have had if Sauron was anyone but Sauron -- was carried entirely by Galadriel.

Like, Sauron put hardly any work in, was just smirking on the sidelines while she elevated him into the position of Lost King of the Southlands.

Any then? Oh well, Sauron's little game is over, time to go! If Elrond hadn't saved her she would have been cold and dead.

All this to say: they really set everything up so well because when you go back to those early episodes his otherworldly coldness is right there. And so is Galadriel's pain; she was an easy mark, was low-hanging fruit for Sauron and it sucks, but also makes one really appreciate these actors.

And now in season 2 you can see those moments of disgust and self-loathing where Galadriel must be thinking: why didn't I see it, when the truth was right there?

I hope next season's Galadriel can forgive herself because this season has been rough.

#tolkien-meta #galadriel #sauron #annatar #celebrimbor #elrond #TROP #rings of power #rings of power spoilers

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Beg A Little

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

You and your best friend Chris are hanging out, like you do every night. Playful banter turns into something more. Caught up in the heat of the moment, Chris playfully teases you, pushing you to beg for more even after you swore he couldn’t.

Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, oral, praise kink, begging

It was another night at Chris’s place, which, in all honesty, was pretty much every night. You were both lounging on his couch, your feet sprawled across his lap, surrounded by the glow of string lights that you had helped Chris hang up months ago. You lost track of how many nights you spent like this - talking, laughing, and losing to your best friend in video games.

Chris was sprawled out on the other end of the couch, looking effortlessly handsome in his usual hoodie and beanie combo. He was trying—and failing—to hide his smug smile as he watched you struggle trying to beat him, your face one of pure concentration.

“You’re really bad at this, you know that?” he teased, glancing over with that familiar playful grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

“Shut up, Sturniolo,” you shot back, trying to focus but feeling the heat of his gaze on you. “I’m just letting you win to boost your fragile ego.”

Chris laughed, low and teasing. “Fragile? Nah, my ego’s doing just fine. But if you need an excuse for why you keep losing, I’ll let you have that.”

You threw a pillow at him, which he easily dodged, his grin widening. It was all so typical—you and Chris throwing playful insults back and forth like it was your second language.

Chris tossed the controller aside, scooting closer. “You know, you talk a big game for someone who’s consistently terrible at every video game ever.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes but feeling your pulse quicken at his proximity. “Maybe I’m just pretending to be bad so you’ll pay more attention to me.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning in just a bit closer. “Oh, is that what you want? More attention?”

Your breath caught at the shift in his tone. You leaned back, but Chris followed, his face inches from yours, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“Maybe,” you said, your voice soft but teasing. “Or maybe I’m just tired of watching you act like you’re all that when we both know you’re just a dork in a beanie.”

Chris laughed, his eyes darkening as they flicked down to your lips and back up again. “A dork, huh? That’s not what you’ll be saying when you’re begging me to help you beat the next level.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was pounding. “Oh, please. Like you could make me beg for anything.”

Chris’s grin turned mischievous as he moved even closer, his hand resting on the back of the couch beside your head, while the other moved to your bare thigh. “Wanna bet?”

The tension between you was electric now, your banter shifting from lighthearted to something charged and flirty. This was also typical for the two of you, flirting that never led to anything. Although, it seems tonight that Chris was feeling risky. Chris’s thumb brushed your jaw, tracing a slow line that made your breath hitch. The playful smirk never left his face, but his touch was soft, deliberate, as if he was testing the waters.

“You’re all talk, Sturniolo,” you challenged, tilting your head slightly to meet his gaze. “When are you gonna back it up?”

Chris’s eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and desire. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said, voice low and teasing. Suddenly, his hands wrapped around your legs and you gasped as you were pulled. Your butt now flush with his outer thigh, his face mere centimeters from yours. “But I’m down if you are.”

There was a daring edge in his tone, and before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, brushing your lips against his in a quick, teasing kiss. Chris didn’t hesitate; his hand moved to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. It was playful at first, but it quickly turned intense.

You pulled back slightly, catching your breath, but Chris’s fingers tangled in your hair, keeping you close. “You really think you can handle this?” he murmured, his lips ghosting over yours. “I don’t think you’re ready. I’ll have you begging on your knees after this. You’ll be obsessed.”

You smirked, sliding your hands up his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his sweatshirt. “God, Chris. Don’t stroke your ego too hard. Try me.”

Chris’s playful demeanor shifted, the teasing smile giving way to something hungrier. He kissed you again, this time with more urgency, his lips moving against yours in a way that made your skin tingle. His hands roamed your sides, pulling you closer until you were practically on top of him. His hands pushed under your cropped tank top. His thumbs brushed under the curves of your breasts, squeezing your ribs slightly, causing you to let out a gasp.

“Still think I’m all talk?” Chris teased between kisses, his breath warm against your skin.

You bit your lip, looking at him through half-lidded eyes, feeling the heat between you growing. “Shut up and keep kissing me.”

He grinned, his hands cupping your breasts. You moaned at the feeling of his warm palms against your peaked nipples. “Now who’s begging?”

You laughed, meeting his lips with yours again. Chris’s fingers traced slow circles on your hips, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

You tugged at his hoodie, pulling him closer, feeling the warmth of his body pressing into yours. The only sounds were his low chuckles mixed with the quiet hums of satisfaction whenever you responded with a bit of attitude, meeting him kiss for kiss.

“You’re getting quiet on me,” Chris teased, pulling back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. “What happened to all that trash talk?”

You smirked, trying to keep your voice steady even though your heart was racing. “I’m just waiting for you to do something worth talking about.”

Chris’s eyes darkened at your challenge, his playful smirk never wavering. “Oh, I can do a lot better than this. But you’ve gotta ask nicely.”

You could feel the tension between you thicken, his words sending a thrill down your spine. It was a game now—one you both knew how to play all too well. You pulled off his beanie and tossed it aside. You tangled your fingers in his messy brown hair, tugging just enough to make him groan softly against your lips.

“Why don’t you show me, then?” you dared, but Chris only grinned, his hands pausing at the waistband of your shorts, teasing you with the barest hint of what was to come.

“Not until you ask,” he said, his voice a low murmur, filled with teasing confidence. “Come on. I wanna hear you say it.”

Your breath hitched at his words, the heat between you intensifying as he brushed his lips against your neck, just enough to make you gasp but not enough to satisfy. Chris’s touch was light, infuriatingly so, and you found yourself shifting closer, desperate for more.

“Chris,” you breathed, your tone half a plea, half frustration, as his kisses trailed along your jawline, every touch like fire on your skin. “Don’t tease.”

He chuckled softly, his lips grazing your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “But teasing’s the best part,” he whispered, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate lines on your skin, making you squirm beneath him. “Besides, you look so cute when you’re like this.”

You bit back a moan when his teeth clasped around your earlobe, your hands clutching at his hoodie, trying to pull him closer, but Chris held back just enough to keep you wanting. He kissed you again, slow and sensual, but pulled away just as you started to lean into it, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

“Come on, baby. Beg a little,” Chris said, his voice playful but edged with that intensity that had been building all night. “And maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but the smirk on his face told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you. He was dragging this out, savoring every moment of watching you unravel. And damn it, it was working.

“Fine,” you muttered, the heat of your frustration mingling with the desire coursing through you. “Please.”

Chris’s eyes lit up at your reluctant plea, his hands finally moving with purpose as he shifted closer. In one smooth motion, Chris’s grip tightened, and he pulled you onto his lap, the sudden shift making you gasp softly. “See, was that so hard?” he murmured against your mouth, his touch firmer now, drawing soft, needy sounds from you that you couldn’t quite suppress. His words left a pool in your panties.

You found yourself straddling him, your knees on either side of his hips as his hands settled on your waist, fingers digging in just enough to hold you in place. The closeness was dizzying, and you could feel him through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, the unmistakable hardness pressing against you sending a rush of heat through your entire body. Your breath hitched, and Chris’s eyes flashed with a knowing look.

“Feel that?” he asked. His hands guided your hips back, then pulled you forward, letting you feel the full effect of his arousal against you. “That’s what you do to me.”

You bit your lip, a soft moan escaping as he pushed your hips back again. As he pulled you forward, you instinctively rolled your hips, the friction making your whole body shiver. The sensation of him beneath you, so close and so real, was overwhelming, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through you that made it impossible to think straight. Chris’s hands tightened on your hips, encouraging you to keep going, his touch both gentle and insistent, guiding you into a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“You drive me crazy,” Chris whispered, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in, his lips grazing your skin with a mix of kisses and teasing nips. The feeling of him, hard and eager beneath you, was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but move against him, the thin layers of fabric between you doing nothing to dull the intensity of the sensation.

Every roll of your hips, every gasp and quiet moan that slipped from your lips, seemed to fuel Chris’s own desire. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, drinking in every reaction, his own breaths growing ragged as he tried to maintain control. His fingers dug into your waist, guiding your movements as you rocked against him, the pressure building between you in a way that was both agonizingly slow and impossibly perfect.

Chris’s hands moved up, sliding under your shirt, his touch warm and exploring, sending jolts of pleasure through you as he continued to guide your movements. His lips found yours again in a kiss that was deeper, hungrier.

“You’re so sexy,” Chris breathed, his words laced with both affection and need, his voice husky as he pulled you even closer.

Your head fell back as a soft moan escaped your lips, lost in the way his fingers grazed and pinched your sensitive nipples. Chris watched you, his dark eyes full of intent.

“You like this, don’t you?” Chris murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with the satisfaction of knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

“Yes,” you breathed, squeezing his shoulders. The feeling of him, hot and hard beneath you, was driving you wild, but one of his hands on your hip, kept your motions slow, made you crave more. He was holding you back. He liked to tease you.

“You want more, don’t you?” You nodded your head eagerly, as you tried to pick up the speed of your hips, but Chris put both hands on you, holding you in place. You frowned at the loss of contact of his hands on your breasts. “Tell me what you want, baby,” Chris whispered, his voice rough, his lips brushing your ear.

“I want you,” you moaned, fighting against his grip, but it was no use. “Chris, let me,” you whined, as you tugged on his hair. Chris chuckled and the sounds was maddening. The way he held you on the edge, his gentle touch unyielding, just to keep you wanting and never enough to give you what you need… it made you crazy.

“You know what to say.” You swallowed hard as his hands slid down your thighs. His fingers pushed under the hem of your shorts to find the edge of your panties.

“Chris, please…”

Chris’s response was immediate. His grin widened at your words, and he tugged at your top, sliding it up and over your head in one motion, exposing you to the cool air. His gaze dropped to your now bare skin, and the heat in his eyes sent a rush of adrenaline and desire through you.

“Good girl,” he praised softly, his voice thick with approval as his hands traced over your newly exposed skin, his thumbs brushing against your chest with a touch that was both tender and possessive. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure through you, and you arched into his touch, your breath hitching at the way his fingers teased, exploring every curve.

Chris’s lips followed, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and down, tasting every inch of your skin as you moved against him. The feeling of him—his mouth, his hands, the pressure of his arousal against you—was almost too much, every nerve alight with the intensity of the moment. You tugged at his hoodie, desperate to feel more of him, and Chris obliged, pulling it off and tossing it aside, his bare chest now pressed against yours.

The feeling of skin against skin was electric, the heat between you magnified as Chris’s hands slid down your back, pulling you impossibly closer. He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your skin, his hips lifting to meet yours in a way that made your head spin. The pressure, the friction, the sensation of being this close to him was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but moan, rocking against him with increasing urgency.

“You want more?” Chris asked, his voice husky, a teasing edge still lingering even in the heat of the moment. He watched you intently, as he moved his hands to your ass. He palmed and squeezed at the flesh, controlling the rhythm as he guided you closer, never quite giving you everything you were aching for. “I need to hear you beg for it, baby.”

Your mind was a blur of desire and frustration, the feeling of him—so close and yet still holding back—making every nerve in your body scream for more. You swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, your breaths ragged as you leaned into him, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

“Chris,” you gasped, your voice breaking as you rolled your hips, feeling the full, maddening friction of him against you. “Please. I need you.”

Chris’s grin turned almost predatory, satisfaction flickering in his eyes as he finally let go of the last bit of restraint. His hands moved to the waistband of your pajama shorts, and you helped him, both of you fumbling with the fabric, eager to remove every last barrier between you. The sensation of his hands, firm and urgent, made your pulse race, each touch sending waves of heat through your body.

Clothes were discarded in a blur of movement, each layer peeled away until nothing separated you. The feeling of his skin against yours, every inch of him pressed intimately close, sent a rush of exhilaration through you that was almost dizzying. Chris’s hands roamed freely now, no longer teasing but intent, exploring every curve, every sensitive spot with a touch that was equal parts gentle and demanding. His lips moved lower, bringing one of your nipples between his teeth. The sucked, kissed, and rolled it between his teeth, making you hiss in pleasure and pain.

He then flipped you, so you were sitting on the couch, and he kissed lower, sliding off the couch until he was on his knees in front of you. He put his hands on your knees, pulling them open to expose your dripping pussy to him.

“Oh my god,” he moaned, taking in the sight before him. His thumb ran up your center, making your legs shake at the touch. You watched him bring it to his mouth and suck your juices off of him. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste. “You’re so sweet,” he groaned, then began kissing your thighs. You moaned and the fire it left.

The anticipation built with every second, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he settled between your thighs, his gaze locking onto yours with a look that sent a rush of heat straight through you.

“You’re so beautiful,” Chris murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. The words were barely audible, more felt than heard, but they sent a thrill through you all the same. His hands slid up your thighs, spreading you wider as his lips followed, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses against your inner thigh that made your whole body tense with anticipation.

He was taking his time, savoring every reaction, every quiet gasp that slipped from your lips. Chris’s mouth moved closer, his breath hot and teasing against your most sensitive spot, and you couldn’t help the way your hips lifted slightly, seeking the contact that he was purposefully withholding. You could feel the smirk against your skin, Chris’s fingers tightening on your hips as he held you still, his tongue flicking out in a slow, deliberate tease that left you trembling.

“Chris,” you breathed, your voice shaky as you reached for him, your fingers tangling in his hair. The sensation of his mouth, so warm and soft against you, was almost too much, and you couldn’t help but moan as he continued his slow, agonizing exploration.

He worked you over with deliberate skill, his tongue moving in soft, languid strokes that made your thighs quiver. Each flick, each slow, purposeful motion was designed to draw you closer to the edge, his mouth pressing intimately against you in a way that was both gentle and commanding. Chris was relentless, finding the rhythm that made you gasp, each movement pushing you closer to the point of no return.

It was a heady mix of vulnerability and euphoria, the feeling of being completely at his mercy, every nerve ending alive under his touch. You could feel the pressure building, a hot coil of pleasure that tightened with every flick of his tongue, every soft hum of satisfaction that vibrated against your skin. Chris’s hands gripped your hips tighter, holding you in place as he drew out the moment, taking you right to the edge with practiced ease.

“You taste so good,” Chris whispered between kisses, his voice rough and full of need, the praise sending a fresh wave of heat through you. He pulled you closer, his mouth never slowing, driving you higher with every slow, sensual stroke. Your breaths came faster now, each gasp blending into the next as the pleasure built, your body responding to every touch, every movement of his tongue.

You were lost in the sensation, the relentless rhythm of his mouth pushing you closer, each second blurring into the next as he expertly pulled you toward release. It was overwhelming—the way he held you, the way he moved, the way he knew exactly how to drive you to the brink with every flick and swirl. You could feel the tension coiling tighter, your thighs trembling against his shoulders as you tried to hold on, but Chris wasn’t letting up, his mouth working you over with a focused intensity that left you breathless.

“Chris, I’m—” The words caught in your throat, your voice breaking as the pleasure peaked, your whole body tightening under his touch. Chris didn’t stop, his tongue pressing just right, his movements calculated and relentless, keeping you teetering on the edge of release, so close it almost hurt.

And then, with one last, perfectly timed flick of his tongue, you shattered. The release washed over you in a wave of pure, unfiltered pleasure, your body arching off the couch as every nerve lit up in bliss. Chris held you through it, his mouth and hands steady as he helped you ride out every pulse, every shuddering breath. You could feel his smile against your skin, a soft, satisfied hum of approval as you came undone beneath him.

As you slowly came down from the high, your breaths ragged and your heart racing, Chris moved back up, pressing soft kisses along your body as he went, his touch soothing and affectionate.

The rush of release still pulsed through your veins, leaving you breathless and trembling against the couch as Chris moved back up, his kisses soft and lingering against your flushed skin. His touch was both soothing and possessive, his hands roaming your body with a newfound urgency, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. He hovered above you, his lips brushing yours in a gentle, teasing kiss, but there was a deeper hunger in his gaze now, dark and intent, that made your breath catch all over again.

Chris’s fingers traced the curve of your waist, his touch featherlight, drawing out the lingering shivers from your previous high. The warmth of his skin against yours was electric, every subtle movement reigniting the desire that had never quite faded. You could feel him, hard and ready, pressing against your thigh, and the anticipation sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through you.

“You’re incredible,” Chris murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with both affection and that familiar edge of teasing confidence. His hand slid between your legs, feeling the evidence of your pleasure, and he smirked, his touch both reassuring and possessive. “So perfect for me.”

You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch, every nerve still sensitive and alive. Chris’s lips found yours again, the kiss deeper this time, filled with unspoken promises as he settled between your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance. He hesitated, just for a moment, his eyes locking with yours in a silent question, and you nodded, breathless and wanting, your fingers gripping his shoulders as you pulled him closer.

Chris pushed forward slowly, filling you inch by inch, the sensation almost overwhelming as he stretched you, your body instinctively tightening around him. He groaned, the sound deep and rough, his forehead resting against yours as he stilled, giving you both a moment to adjust. The intimacy of it, the feeling of him fully inside you, sent a shiver through your entire body, every inch of you attuned to the heat and weight of him.

“You feel so good,” Chris breathed, his voice husky as he began to move, pulling out slowly before pushing back in with a measured, teasing thrust. The rhythm was maddening—deliberate and controlled, just enough to keep you wanting but never quite enough to satisfy. Each slow, teasing thrust sent jolts of pleasure through you, but Chris held back, his pace almost taunting, drawing soft whimpers from your lips.

“Chris, please,” you gasped, the words tumbling out in a breathy plea as you rocked your hips, desperate for more. But Chris only smirked, his hands tightening on your hips, holding you in place as he continued his slow, torturous rhythm, clearly enjoying every moment of making you beg.

“You like this, don’t you?” he teased, his voice low and full of that familiar playful arrogance. “Begging for it… so desperate for me.” His words sent a rush of heat through you, the praise making your body respond instinctively, your breaths coming faster as the tension coiled tighter.

Chris shifted his angle slightly, his thrusts growing a touch rougher, more insistent, and the change drew a moan from you that was pure, unfiltered pleasure. He watched you, his eyes locked on your face, taking in every gasp and shiver as he pushed you closer to the edge all over again. The contrast of his gentle kisses and the more forceful rhythm of his hips was dizzying, a perfect mix of soft and rough that left you completely undone beneath him.

“God, you’re so good,” Chris groaned, his voice ragged as his thrusts became more deliberate, driving deeper, hitting that perfect spot that made your vision blur. “So perfect… just like that. You’re taking me so well.”

The praise sent another surge of pleasure through you, the words mingling with the physical sensations in a way that left you desperate and on the brink. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you matched his rhythm, meeting each thrust with equal fervor, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. The intensity of it all—the way he moved, the way he spoke, the way his eyes never left yours—was overwhelming, every sense heightened as you chased that peak together.

Chris’s grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, each one hitting deeper, harder, making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and need. You were teetering on the edge, every nerve alight with the anticipation of release, and Chris seemed to know exactly how to keep you there, balancing right on that line between gentle and rough, teasing and intense.

“Come on,” he urged softly, his voice thick with desire as he quickened his pace, pushing you closer with every movement. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come.”

His words were all it took. The coil inside you snapped, pleasure washing over you in waves that left you breathless and trembling beneath him. You moaned his name, your body clenching around him as you came undone, every muscle tensing in bliss. Chris’s rhythm stuttered as he followed you over the edge, his own release hitting with a guttural groan that vibrated through you, his thrusts slowing but never losing their intensity as he rode out the high.

He collapsed against you, both of you panting and tangled together in the aftermath, the heat of your shared release still thrumming between you. Chris’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath, a soft, satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice full of affection as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, the intensity of the moment giving way to a quiet, blissful calm. You smiled back, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours. Everything felt perfect, and for a moment, you were just lost in the warmth of being wrapped up in him.

But then Chris’s familiar smirk returned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Not gonna lie, though—I’m still thinking about how you said I couldn’t make you beg. How’d that work out for you, huh?” His tone was laced with playful arrogance, the kind that made your cheeks burn in the best way.

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a rush of embarrassment and excitement all at once. “Okay, fine, I might’ve underestimated you. Just a little.”

Chris grinned, leaning back slightly to get a good look at you, his gaze sweeping over your still-flushed skin. “A little? Babe, you were practically chanting my name. I mean, I knew I was good, but fuck—you were giving me a whole damn concert.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain some level of composure even as your pulse quickened at his words. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it. I was just… caught up in the moment.”

He chuckled, his fingers tracing teasing circles on your thigh. “Sure, ‘caught up in the moment.’ Whatever helps you sleep at night. But let’s be real—you loved every second of it. Didn’t know you had it in you to sound that desperate.”

You bit your lip, feeling both flustered and turned on by his teasing. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Chris replied, his voice low and dripping with sarcasm, but there was a warmth in his eyes that softened the edge. “You think I’m gonna let this go? Nah, I’m framing that moment in my mind. You, begging for me? That’s top-tier content right there.”

You shoved his shoulder playfully, though your heart was still racing. “Fine, you win this round. But next time, you’re not getting off that easy.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning downright wicked. “Oh, is that right? Big talk from someone who was begging for me just five minutes ago. But hey, I’m down for a rematch anytime. Maybe next time, I’ll make you work for it.”

Your laughter filled the room, mingling with his low chuckles, and you felt a surge of warmth at how effortlessly you two slipped back into your usual rhythm. “You wish. Next time, I’m gonna have you begging, and we’ll see who’s talking big then.”

Chris pulled you closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “Oh, I’m counting on it. But let’s be honest—I think you like begging for me a little too much. You were practically begging for my—”

You cut him off with a kiss, unable to resist the playful challenge in his voice. The kiss was heated, all teeth and tongue, and when you pulled back, Chris was grinning like he’d just won a prize.

“You’re a cocky bastard, you know that?” you said, shaking your head but unable to hide your smile.

Chris laughed, running a hand through his messy hair as he leaned back, completely unbothered. “Yeah, but you love it. And I’m not gonna lie, hearing you beg… might be my new favorite sound.”

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e-adlirez · 7 months

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So this scene in Cloud Castle exists

I love how Will’s answer for “why aren’t you seeing your nightmares in this place specifically designed to show you your nightmares” is “I go to therapy”

#geronimo stilton #thea stilton #thea sisters #one thing that either didn’t translate well or age well is how will gets thea to calm down #like he just says “concentrate” which #lord (and all people who deal with anxiety) knows how well that works #“try to concentrate” on WHAT the fact that MY WORST NIGHTMARE’S RIGHT THERE??#also we never get the girls’ nightmares and what they were like smh #all we know is that vi was so scared she was reaching out to hold thea’s hand the moment she found her #so like #what did they SEE edipiemme #what did they SEE huh ‘:/

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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year

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Boy King Seb :D

#thank you to Grace for the idea of making his chivarly collar red bull instead <33333 #he was gonna have both collars but then making that one made me suffer so no not today #this was a lot of fun but also made me suffer. but i keep looking at it and being like AAAHHHHH BABY!!! BABY BOY!!!!!!!#can you believe i tried to do this in one night? i cant #i stopped and came back to it and was like 'no way you could do this in one sitting at 1 am'#this is kinda the ascended form of that very first sketch i made for this au! concentrated boy king sebby!!!#i say to myself i need to take a break from drawing complicated things but youll prob see a nando version of this in less than a week ;;;#okay about the drawing(i wrote good tags and then tumblr deleted them so these are a bit inferior AGH):#this is typical pouty seb but is also referenced off a specific pic from AD 2009(beloved)#its very important to me how emotionally open Seb is. im not sure the specific context of this. maybe after a triumph?#but instead of being that typical stoic serious detached kind of ruler; i like him being openly emotional(think AD 2010)#its important as well for his dichotomy with nando and how they choose to portray themselves #seb is very assured in himself and his rule vs. nando who is more insecure and bitter about his #so nando takes strides to portray himself in that more stoic calculating way bcs he feels like it helps him legitimize himself better #whereas seb has absolutely no care for outward public image and shows how he feels and is loved for it(nando hates it but loves it)#not that nando cant be fun and whimsical!! but to me he always seems a bit more mysterious; like i can never tell his true thoughts tbh #anyways i feel like ill finish 10 more drawings before i end up posting the lore pt 2 LMAO #its just a lot harder to organize and layout compared to part 1 which was just an explanation #pt2 would be a mix of more world building/characterization/anecdotes ive talked about with mutuals(LOVE YOU GUYS!!!)#i have a *lot* of ideas (gotta whip out my notes app every once in a while to write down stuff abt it) just hard to put into a coherent pos #sebastian vettel #f1 #formula 1 #f1 art #formula 1 art #f1 fanart #formula 1 fanart #catie.art.#*ill prob make a process post later if anyone is curious!! its fun to write abt my process and influences and such #boy king au

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unproduciblesmackdown · 1 month

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omgg lol [guy who won't stop going "more like scapeGOATED" voice] now hold! on!! lmao [same guy just saw encanto voice] Hold on!!!

#& [it might be 5am but i'll still see if i can draw some] trackpad homemade reacts. inhales & hands to head/face x9 then walking off #site giving pretty random Suggested assortment there where i was like oh right sure. prob not tumblr keywords captures lmaooo #(plus happened to have it open in firefox) but my god Not the scapegoated literal seers lmfao. whoooo. my god #also it was just really good anyways like right nice. damn #the (queerrr) seerrr the perceiverrr the truth tellerrr the ruinerrr the scapegoat be-errr the internalizerrr the neurodivergerrr #& now i Know there is 0% chance ppl weren't putting ''always a gay cousin or it's you (avuncular edition)'' in that thing #family tree design not even leaving space for the hypothetical kids of this relative we mostly pretend is nonexistent hmm #also that necessarily. it's giving all intents & purposes Disability abt a dozen ways & it's saying [accept that] vs [we'd better fix him]#you don't cite said [it's giving disability] as part of the We All Hate The Horrible Little Freak scapegoating justification & then be like #''actually we don't have to do that anymore b/c he's sooo normal :)'' or not if you're serious about [don't scapegoat your family] anyways #which like oh ok they Are serious so The Weirdo's scapegoating / casting out / lack of support Isn't justified #so he's still weird & you just gotta get over that b/c otherwise. bye. having a natural rat affinity is such a slay btw #& we've all been there like ''you NEVER want two scapegoats talking it's Over if they do'' + littlest kid is like um. they're the best #plankton voice Correct! inhale i'm so impressed like. getting to go ''finally someone Normal'' (serious abt letting someone Be Weird(tm))#which also always counts as like mm hard time suggesting someone's Not queer & also autistic for a start lmao. an award #adding in suggested layers like talking to oneself; talking Oddly / w difficulty; physical uncoordination; rituals ; acting; animal friend #the layer of ''& all that's fine? like?'' again rather than him ever suppressing or even changing it so far as it's suggested #besides that it's observed as Weird like but so? or else what? nonrhetorical: hostility / rescinded support & driving someone off is what?#& that Truth like the [worse treatment / exclusion / scapegoat] oft recipe for someone giving the support they're not getting themself #again Never let the [ppl both experiencing this] talk oh it's So over. or the child who's all i like family support & kindness actuallyy...#obviously also like the complete opposite of billions. knowing what they're about & letting this Just As Beloved crucial guy be So Weird #but billions Also [hmm feels right for our scapegoated guy to Perceive / Tell Truths / openly want/need & then be hurt] now get his ass #anyway [guy who could always go way on could go way on but only has thirty tags & it's 6am & i still mean to try some drawing] voice #remarkable amt of So True & ''it feels like ppl on the same page w/exactly what they're doing are all behind this''#remarkable amount of concentrated My God That Is So A Slay located in bruno all at once. what a gift #sticking to ''sometimes someone In Your Group is Weird. Disabled. deal'' firmly enough there's no ;) oh u can bet we'll Fix Him in the end #everyone always assumes the worst so....me when i'm [always as a kid yearning for Living In Secret Passages]. emile gtmpota?#oh congrats to whatever rando who will be having his dramatic gay reunion w/bruno just out of frame obviously. i perceive #now imagine if That rando was....emile gtmpota! what a crossover event. haunting4haunting. do i have enough tags for this lmao. yea #& having 1 more tag to say: as though the [endless serving] isn't enough bruno's also as close to gender envy as it gets. incl rats; sure

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scarletiswailing347 · 6 months

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thought of some really cool backstory for killer!zam for the dbl au but i Cannot tell if it clashes with the canon lore or not cause i havent looked into it enough yet

#mine.txt #c zam #au dbl #f ls #basiaclly survivor!zam got banished to the void after 6 months cause he just kept on dying #and it eventually made his mind just shut down and start dissociating #which the entity didnt like cause that meant he wasnt feeling things anymore #and eventually he turned into a haunt cause i assume survivors that got voided turn into haunts eventually??? idk it doesnt really say #and the void in the blight's lore cinematic doesnt really look like the one in the event #while the one in the observer's cinematic doesnt really point to much #and during halloween or whenever it canonically takes place during a rift opening event spoke managed to release him #which made him remember everything that happened to him in the trials and yanked him out of his dissociated state #which stirred some Extremely Strong and Extremely Homicidal feelings #which made the void go hmmm maybe i still have some use for this guy after all and brought him back from the void #but since hes a haunt he needs a lot of auric cells to reconstruct #which isnt a problem for the entity but its still way more than the average killer needs #idk what the logic of the visceral cankers and pustula flowers are since i cant really find anything other than they bloom during halloween #so i headcanon they appear in areas with a larger concentration of auric cells #and normally auric cells are too spread out to spawn them #hence why they only really show up in halloween since more consciential energy is built up in the entity since emotions are running high #(i mean all kinds of emotions not just despair cause just despair would be the void)#and since zam is essentially a walking talking auric concentration hes got them blooming all over him #i also headcanon the realms run on amok time so both survivor!zam and killer!zam are just running around at the same time #theyve got an isolated timeloop thing going on where survivor!zam keeps dying and turning into killer!zam #while killer!zam keeps running on heightened emotions until the toll of killing himself over and over again gets to him and he gets voided #at least until mapicc has had enough and decides to teach zam to be better at surviving #as opposed to leo and clowns method where they just kinda try (and fail) to shield him #so survivor!zam is more visibly traumatized now but can at least hold off his own #killer!zam meanwhile doesnt get fatigued from killing himself over and over again and doesnt get voided #the entity allows this cause it inflicts significant emotions in the survivors lol

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gaylos-lobos · 1 year

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like i think the insane thing about the episode is how it continued to push the collector-luz, luz-philip and philip-collector parallels throughout it to then just hand wave it, like why do ALL THAT and then just drop it? like why put so much focus on it and then just, nothing?

#also kinda turning hunter into fanon caleb two point O is. yikes to say the least.#like they had so much time to course correct and put focus on what’s actually important and just didn’t.#like if they wanted to kill Philip of in an unsatisfying way they could have just let him die at the end of kings tide and concentrate on #the collector or just cut the collector and keep focus on Philip if he was anyways gonna be the final boss.#they could have done hollow mind part two either with the collector in the beginning or when luz died she could have manifested in Philips #mind as she was passing on (<- i guess(like is the inbetween purgatory or what is it?))#make her go through his memories let her restore some of them. let Philip deal with the guilt you set up in kings tide. HELL LET GUS DO SOME #THING HE LITERALLY KNOWS FOR MONTHS THAT HE FEELS ACTUAL GUILT ABOUT THIS. LIKE DO ANYTHING PLEASE.#hell let the collector turn Philip into a puppet. trap him into one of those mirrors. like let the collector work together with king and eda #to trap Philip as luz is weakening him as she treads through his mind both in his stead and as an observer of it all #like what the collector did to Luz. Eda and King in the beginning episode is what the Caleb delusion did to Philip in ftf.#like what was the point of setting up Gravesfieled as a horrid cesspool that hasn’t changed. that literally forces outsiders to conform or #they’ll make their lives a nightmare to then just do nothing with that. like do somethin give us payoff for what is in the TEXT OF YOUR SHOW #like why make EVERYTHING HAPPEN BECAUSE OF CALEB ABANDONING HIS BROTHER AND BECAUSE OF GRAVESFIELD BEING LIKE THAT IF YOU ARE SIMPLY GONNA #DO ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WITH IT? especially after knowing that you would have to wrap up everything sooner why not course correct sooner then #the literal finishing stretch of your show. why hand wave it after setting it up? why not just cut it then (<- which still would have sucked #ass but at least it would have given them time they needed to write a more satisfying ending)#ramblings #toh spoilers #watching and dreaming spoilers #toh critical #<- i guess

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sillyfreakx5 · 1 month

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he didn't respond for over 5 hours and it's the middle of the day in his timezone aaaaa did i do something wrong??? (he usually replies quite quickly and i already sent several texts)

#silly's ventposting #like aaaa i said i won't be able to talk much today bc I was going over to a friend's house for a couple hours #and i wasn't able to call this morning #and i wasn't able to call last night because i overslept my alarms #and also he was like “you better not be cheating”#which like ??? T^T #idk he's probably just the type of person who voices his paranoid thoughts more often than i do #but also he said that he'll miss me #and like i said that I'll still be able to text him a bit just not a lot #and he said that he hoped I'll text him like a decent bit (idk how to explain + too lazy to check exact wording)#AND THEN HE PROCEEDS TO NOT ANSWER FOREVER???#he usually says if he's gonna busy or driving s lot or something #and his work outs don't take THIS long #aaaaaaa I'm definitely just being dramatic but likeeeee >_>"#but also i don't think i should be offended abt him thinking i cheated because i did actually cheat once #I'm not proud of that #pls don't cheat on your monogamous partner guys it's an awful idea #(i know you can't use hypersexuality as an excuse but FUCK i hate being hypersexual)#like immediately the next day i texted the guy and was like “sorry for leading you on but I can't continue this”#but yeahh wooo I'm a shit person✨✨✨#anyhow i hope my boyfriend never finds out bc he's been cheated on before and yeahhh #but yeah know I'm scared that he's mad at me for some other random reason???#and I can't concentrate on anything else and tumblr isn't giving me the attention i crave and-#anyhow this is enough i think XD

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lovegasmic · 26 days

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𝜗𝜚 HOW THEY HIT ON YOU

─── . satoru , suguru , sukuna , kento, toji x f!reader

꒰ request : jjk men noticing you during a night out ꒱

꒰ fluff : curseless au ◞ maybe ooc Satoru and Suguru◞ mentions of reader drinking ◞ suggestive and a bit of touching w Toji ꒱ ★ taglist

࣪ ִֶָ☾. SATORU

it’s even a little bit funny the way Satoru eyes you up and down, casually sipping on a non alcoholic beverage while fixing his sunglasses, not subtle in the slightest, there is to add, not as if he actually tried.

an elbow straight into Suguru’s waist and the dark haired man groans, “fucker...”

“look at that girl over there” Satoru, again, does nothing to be subtle, motioning towards you standing at the bar with a friend.

“the one you’ve been ogling at while I talk?”

“isn’t she so pretty?”

it’s like talking to a damn wall.

“i’m going to talk to her”

yet Suguru raises a brow as if the sudden approach was not a good idea, “you sure man, she looks kinda busy with her fri—”

and he’s gone, walking with confidence and a smirk to mask the actual nervousness rushing through the white haired’s body.

“hey” is the first thing he says, elbow propped up on the bar next to you, “can I get you a drink?” eyes drop to the glass on your hand, “... another?”

that did not start well, but your smile makes up for the embarrassment, “sure” you say finally, after a second of knowing glances towards your friend, which didn’t go unnoticed by Satoru, so by reflex, the cocky smirk is back.

he orders a drink, asking for your order or perhaps if you’re feeling adventurous, “and while we’re at it... can I have your name?”

࣪ ִֶָ☾. SUGURU

“the trick is to aim for the head” Suguru casually blurts out. mansplaining? nah, he’s genuinely trying to help after watching you struggle in the claw machine for quite some time now, having come up next to you with soft, light steps that did not break your previous concentration.

the truth is, Suguru was looking at you earlier, something about your determination made him prop his cheek on a hand and look at you, entertained by your groans and complaints whenever the plushie you were trying to get just slipped past the cough, broken claw.

“this game is broken either way” you huff a laugh, turning to stare at the eyes of the stranger man, with a soft gaze and gentle smile, “wanna give it a try?”

“only if you tell me your name first” so that’s how he does it. you thought to yourself, offering a chuckle and your name before he nodded his head, “i’m Suguru”

then he’s gently moving you around, with a hand on your lower back so you’re switching positions, sliding a coin into the slot and getting into position.

it was truly not as if he tried to impress you, he did not, but... maybe... just maybe he did, pulling out all his highschool knowledge learnt from his best friends, and avoiding the part where they all shook the machine when didn’t get a prize.

“is that the one you want?” he really did not need to ask since he already saw you struggle to get it, but still waits for your affirmation before proceeding.

“you really are a magician or something” you chuckle, gripping the plushie Suguru just got for you, “thank you”

“no need to thank me... why don’t you... just give me your phone number?”

࣪ ִֶָ☾. SUKUNA

approaching you? pfft no. the... tv screen was more visible from the spot Sukuna currently sat at the sports bar, an important match was happening so the bar was crowded, and oh, coincidentally, he chose a table coincidentally closer to where you sat with other people.

when the night started, Sukuna was focused on the game, until of course, you arrived, and his heart skipped a beat.

“that guy is so into you” one of your friends giggles next to your ear, eyeing at Sukuna while you roll your eyes.

“where did you get that from?” it was obvious the man was not interested, with a lazy position, arms draped over the backrest of the booth and a leg crossed, so uninterested.

“he’s totally into you, I can sense this kind of thing, plus, he stared at you when you went to the bathroom”

that... was true, Sukuna couldn’t help and let his eyes drift from the screen and towards you, checking you out in a way that was apparently not too subtle.

but he was not desperate, he was not the one to approach first, girls fell for him, girls wanted his attention, girls that weren’t as half as pretty as you.

“fuck” he grumbles, annoyed by his own feelings while suddenly and quite unexpectedly standing up to go to the toilet, only for you to land face first into his chest as you were about to leave.

“oh, god, i’m so sorry!" you gasp, noticing the stain of food on his shirt from where your leftovers package smashed into him. and Sukuna should be mad, really, but it was so cute how you rambled apologies and clumsily wiped the stain with napkins.

“i didn’t mean it, i—”

“it was quite expensive”

...huh?, “huh?”

“the shirt” he mutters, the previous stoic expression turning into a devilish smirk, Sukuna was an idiot, watching the color drain from your face, “you better pay it back”

“i... i can tr—”

“do you have somewhere to go after this?”

࣪ ִֶָ☾. KENTO

for the blonde, there was no better way than destressing after a long day at work, then getting drinks.

hopefully without his annoying white haired coworker getting on his nerves.

he often does not care about his surroundings, that’s how he is, quietly taking his own drinks without minding everyone, until you arrive.

you look troubled, it’s been a while since you got in and sat at a table in the back, are you sad? lost? did your friends cancel on you? or are you just awfully early to meet someone?

doesn’t matter, but Kento is unable to keep his eyes off you.

he’s being nice, alright? “can I sit with you?” somehow getting up from his seat and coming to you, his smile is kind and points at the now empty table he was previously at, “i came alone, might as well have some company” he says, holding back the need to say ‘pretty company’

“of course” you know he means no harm, sitting quite far in a still polite distance while clearing his throat and engaging in small talk.

without realising the hours pass, between friendly chatter and introductions exchanged, leaving the bar with a promise of a future date.

࣪ ִֶָ☾. TOJI

“did you see the hunk standing at the back?” you and your friend giggle, not so subtly stealing glances at Toji, whose casual pose leaning against a wall and hand holding some cheap beer was enough to make most people at the bar swoon.

“you should talk to him” your friend wiggles her brows playfully, “he’s so your type”

“he’s hot, but kinda looks like a criminal...”

“you love that, don’t you?” and ouch, she was right.

and said comment did not go unnoticed by Toji, who was far but not too much as not to hear your giggling, truth is he was eyeing you for a while, eyes on how your outfit showed your body, and how he wished to come a bit closer and smell what perfume you used.

Toji has never been a man to mince his words, gulping down the rest of his beer and walking to you with a smirk and a brief flirty lick of his teeth as soon as your friend rushed to give you some privacy while still remaining within an earshot.

“have some business with me, doll?” and oh, that should not have been so hot, making you squirm and face heat from being caught.

“i um, no ...?”

“you and your friend have been looking at me for a while” she’s quick to flee after hearing that, not waiting to see how Toji’s hand casually rests on your waist, subtly and almost unnoticeable tugging you closer.

“i’d offer to get you a drink but I think you had enough” liar, he just didn’t have money, “so why don’t we get some fresh air instead?” and you fall for it, squirming and nodding at the promise of what would happen later, or perhaps, at the alley next to the bar.

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