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savage-flirtation · 5 months
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I need one of these!!! 😍😍😍
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meiporang · 1 year
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☆ ఌ︎ . . 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴
☆ ఌ︎ . . kunikuzushi / scaramouche x reader
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"i love you, kuni."
he doesn't understand, he really doesn't.
"..you don't mean it, [name]," he manages to whisper.
"why would you want to be with someone like me? i'm not a good person."
he thinks it's stupid of you to love him; a murderer, a fruitless creation. his hands are far too bloody to hold you, to embrace you.
"but-"
"stop it, [name]. all that pursuing me is going to bring is disappointment. just.. leave me alone."
"you stop it! stop trying to push me away from you kuni, just listen to me–" the way your voice cracks shatters his heart to pieces.
"i love you for you. i understand you don't trust me, but please, give me a chance," you breathe out.
he can feel eyes brimming with tears. "but i'm a dick to you. i can't watch my mouth, and-" he chokes back a sob. "you always put up with it, and you're so patient with me. i don't get it. you're so, so stupid."
you don't respond to his words but wrap your arms around his shaking body, a hand threading through his silky locks of hair.
the glistening tears he's been holding back finally fall onto his soft cheeks.
you can't help but find him beautiful even when he's crying.
"kuni, i'm patient with you because i know you're not a bad person. i wait for you because i know you're stubborn. please don't speak so low about yourself." you stop embracing him for a moment to dry his tears.
"so, kuni, will you let me love you?"
he still doesn't trust you, but he wants to.
"okay," he whispers into the crook of your neck.
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a/n : so i decided it'd be a great idea to write some cheesy angst for my pookie for my first post lolll
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ciccerone · 6 months
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cyberchronics · 3 months
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
veritas ratio + tutoring
★ subby ratio, rivals (?) to lovers, the rivalry is one sided, semi-public sex, face reveal, riding, marking ★
✩∘₊ ✩*✯☆⃟⃟⃟✯*✩₊∘✩
veritas isn't the type of man to let other's idiocy go unchecked, especially when he happens to recognize the person in question's untapped potential. that's how he ends up being your tutor.
where you had once been getting close to becoming a proper academic rival to him, the second semester had not been kind to you grade-wise. it was his responsibility to make sure you fixed this mess, he decided after seeing you bomb another quiz. after all, what was the point of being at the top of all his classes if there wasn't a little friendly competition here and there?
he'd be lying if he said that there weren't other motivations as to why he continued your sessions after the first despite the fact you showed considerable understanding of the concepts. there was a quality to you that made his mind fill with questions. were you just trying to impress him, or did you truly know more than you let on? did you always make that cute face when you're attempting to do math? why was he staring at you so intently?
perhaps you're a subject worthy of further observation.
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He really should've recognized that you were coming on to him earlier. Veritas had been so caught up in studying the little details that the big picture had entirely been missed. While you were asking him to meet you for a late session in the campus library, he was preoccupied with committing your voice to memory. A small grin grows on his face beneath the hard plaster of his stoic disguise as he hums agreement, firmly reminding you to be punctual before walking off.
It's barely been ten minutes since he started his review lecture before you start getting closer. He's able to ignore the small brushes at first, determined not to get so distracted he stumbles over his words. That fight is promptly forfeited as you rest a hand on his thigh, the other's fingers resting just below the edge of his less formal mask and making his explanation of concavity and periods die on his tongue.
"I... What do you think you're doing?" There's yet another internal struggle he faces as he reminds himself how inappropriate it would be to lean into your touch. Amber eyes drift over to peek at you through the golden feathers adorning his covering, being met with a cheeky smile. "May I?" It's shameful to admit how flustered you're making him feel from a simple action, a small noise escaping his lips before they gain a small pout. "...Fine."
A bit of anxiety bubbles up in his chest as you remove the golden owl from his face, fingers clenching ever so slightly to prepare himself for whatever you might say. When he's met with an entirely too giddy smile, he lets out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. Your fingers cup his cheek, face beaming when he doesn't deny your affections. "You're prettier than I expected, Veritas... A face like this shouldn't stay hidden."
Admittedly, some of the night is a blur in his brain. He doesn't remember how you two started kissing, or why he was letting his hands wander along your body so tenderly. He doesn't know how it escalated to a make-out session where both of you were pulling at each other clothes. In fact, his memories only pick up to the way you expertly unwrap the condom you 'just so happened' to have in your bag and help him ease it on his already leaking cock.
You sat in his lap, kissing him all over as you lined the tip up with your equally ready entrance. He whines quietly as you slide down, nails scratching your back as you slowly impale yourself on his dick. He holds your waist tight when you bottom out, face against your chest in an effort to ground himself. "Veritas...?" When he looks up at you a teasing smile has adorned your face, your hand reaching back for the open textbook he was reading from earlier. "You don't mind, do you?"
If he was in any other headspace, he'd think the idea was ridiculous. Reviewing basic calculus in a (what he hopes is) empty library with someone riding him? What kind of shitty porno idea is that? And yet here he is, one hand holding the book and his other still holding you as he attempts to read. It's hard to focus, especially when the sound of skin against skin is combined with the moans you let out directly in his ears. It's embarrassing, struggling to say simple sentences on a page he's read front to back plenty of times.
Every time you stop bouncing on his cock, Veritas wants to cry. You'll pause when he messes up or stops reading, putting on the confused classmate act and showing him where to start. He's not even allowed to cum until the entire page has been read, but the task proves to be more and more difficult. You fuck yourself on him without a care, face buried in his shoulder to leave bright red bites and hickeys that glow against his pale skin. By the time he finishes reading, his whole upper half is covered in marks. He doesn't care, more focused on begging you to let him tip over the edge.
He gets his response when you pull him into a sloppy kiss, walls squeezing him tight as you make a mess and cause him to follow close behind. Heavy breathing fills the library as you slide the book out of his hand and let him slump over, his arms clambering to cling to you. You kiss his cheek, sweet and gentle before leaning up to whisper in his ear.
"So... when's our next tutoring session?"
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
a/n: crumbs for the hsr fans :3 based on this very loose concept I had of riding ratio while he tries to review a concept that was making me go insane
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jobeancafe · 10 months
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sage-green-kitchen · 17 days
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I want a cup of strong coffee and a book that makes me think new things
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i6corais · 7 months
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⠀⠀⠀ ׁ ˳ ՞⠀ᰍ ⠀🐰⠀༄⠀:⠀ᕱ ᕱ
⠀⠀⠀·̩͙⠀༉⠀🥽⠀𝗆꯭ꪱ𝗌͜𝗌͜ɥ⠀𔓕⠀﹟☆
⠀⠀⠀꒰ა⠀𖦹⠀꙳⸌⠀🫖⠀✧⠀୨⠀ 𓈒⠀ ࣪
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rita · 10 months
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meiporang · 1 year
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☆ ఌ︎ . . 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 .
☆ ఌ︎ . . kunikuzushi / scaramouche x reader
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"can you promise me something?" kunikuzushi whispers. his body a bit awkward as he rests on your bed, barely any proximity between your own. your heart flutters at how his soft hand grasps your own so tenderly.
"yes?" you brush a lock of hair out of his face, admiring how ethereal he looks with the moonlight shining on his features. you find the way his soft cheeks glow a rosy hue from your movements quite cute.
"promise me you won't ever leave me."
kuni can be difficult sometimes. he can be rude and flippant, and most would be turned away by his offensive speech if they did not know him well.
but you see underneath that facade. you see the true emotions he harbors underneath the walls he put up after so, so many sorrow experiences.
and you're so accepting to him, he thinks he doesn't deserve you. you're always there to be his anchor even when he could potentially hurt you.
with you, he can be vulnerable.
he's found his home in you.
as much as he initially didn't want to, he has fallen in love with you.
in all honesty, he was scared. scared of loving you and losing you. if he became too attached, then nothing would cure his heartache when he is left alone once again.
before he realized it, he was already in too deep.
he wants to always be around you. to accompany wherever you go, to be bound to you for eternity.
he wants to be there for you when you're happy, and when you're sad. just like how you're always there to comfort him when he needs it.
when he sees you with other people speaking so joyously, a pang of jealousy hits him. he can't help but fear if you'll leave if you meet someone better. he knows he's not a good partner, so what if you find someone who can give you all the love you deserve, and won't drag you down because their problems?
just the thought of you being with someone else, eyes crinkled with mirth and ringing laughter, has him shaking with anxiety.
he wants you to himself only.
"of course, kuni. i promise." your tranquil smile never fails to make him feel weak in the knees.
"i love you," is the last thing you whisper as you drift off to slumber.
as you sleep, your hands are still intwined together. he takes his other hand and caresses your hair gently, his touch as if he's handling a porcelain doll.
he slowly leans in to you and places a soft kiss on your cheek, his expression benign.
"i love you too, [name]. sweet dreams."
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𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 : he's lowkey a red flag here but he's MY red flag!!
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ciccerone · 9 months
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sunniewr · 5 months
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⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗌u꯭ׅnׄnׄiᧉ𝗐𝗋 ༴ㅤֺ᩿⠀ׂ͜🎀 nׄᧉ𝗐 𝓟᥆᪾ׁ𝗌𝗍ִ ꯭ ♥︎
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bahar-misalim · 7 months
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Verdiğiniz mücadelenin içine değil
dışına bakarlar. Başına değil sonuna
yetişirler. Seferi değil zaferi önemserler. Dağdaki yokuşu
görmezler de tepeye göz dikerler.
Bir tek ♥️ ALLAH ♥️ bilir düşe kalka çıktığınız
yokuşları...
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Güzel bir akşam diliyorum ☕️📖
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bstroobery · 6 months
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It’s fine. I’m fine.
-🍓+📖
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jobeancafe · 10 months
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good night
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