#Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled With Shrieks

[ilyiwantusbothtoeatwell]

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Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled With Shrieks

—Christopher Citro

I’m doing a balancing act with a stack

of fresh fruit

in my basket. I love you. I want us

both to eat well.

We’re not allowed to buy blackberries

anymore

because they’re mean to their workers

and you

read left-wing news sites. Till when? I

asked and you

said nothing. So that’s one healthy

food off the list.

I’m still buying pineapples and you’re

still eating them.

I guess you’ve never seen the websites

about those.

Nobody in this supermarket knows

that I am a puma.

This morning our cat rolled on the

floor showing me

her belly which I leaned down and

rubbed.

Beneath a backyard pine tree the

neighbor’s cat

was eating one of our cat’s moles—at

least the moles

we rent from the landlord for her. It’s

so complicated

staying alive sometimes. The voices of

the collection

agencies on the answering machine

sound menacing.

They’re paid to sound that way and

they’re not paid

much more than the people they’re

menacing,

which can get you thinking if you’re

the sort of

person who likes to think about that

sort of thing.

Other people subscribe to adventure

cycling

magazines and read about men who

rode across

Turkey in the late 1800s before

anything was

happening in the world. Before

cantaloupes

probably existed. When you could get

an honest

wage for an honest day’s blackberries.

When we

loved like fierce mountain storms,

with the blood

of eagles in our hearts, exchanging

grocery lists

that just said you you you you all the

way down.

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#our beautiful life when it's filled with shrieks #christopher citro #i want us both to eat well #love #poem #poetry #tpba.. #poetry from অঙ্কৃ's rkive

[these-summer-nights-in-december]

"I love you. I want us both to eat well." 😀 Friends! Here's the video of me reading my poem "Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled with Shrieks" which was broadcast 2 days ago on WPBS Weekly: Inside the Stories. I hope you enjoy it!

#christopher citro #i love you i want us both to eat well #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #our beautiful life when it's filled with shrieks #poem #poetry #poet #PBS #poets #poems #verse #poetry video #poetry TV #WPBS Weekly #Inside the Stories #Citro #poetry reading #Youtube

[ifineversayaword]

I’m doing a balancing act with a stack of fresh fruit

in my basket. I love you. I want us both to eat well.

#our beautiful life when it's filled with shrieks

[6peaches]

Christopher Citro - Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled With Shrieks

I’m doing a balancing act with a stack of fresh fruit in my basket. I love you. I want us both to eat well. We’re not allowed to buy blackberries anymore because they’re mean to their workers and you read left-wing news sites. Till when? I asked and you said nothing. So that’s one healthy food off the list. I’m still buying pineapples and you’re still eating them. I guess you’ve never seen the websites about those. Nobody in this supermarket knows that I am a puma. This morning our cat rolled on the floor showing me her belly which I leaned down and rubbed. Beneath a backyard pine tree the neighbor’s cat was eating one of our cat’s moles—at least the moles we rent from the landlord for her. It’s so complicated staying alive sometimes. The voices of the collection agencies on the answering machine sound menacing. They’re paid to sound that way and they’re not paid much more than the people they’re menacing, which can get you thinking if you’re the sort of person who likes to think about that sort of thing. Other people subscribe to adventure cycling magazines and read about men who rode across Turkey in the late 1800s before anything was happening in the world. Before cantaloupes probably existed. When you could get an honest wage for an honest day’s blackberries. When we loved like fierce mountain storms, with the blood of eagles in our hearts, exchanging grocery lists that just said you you you you all the way down.

- Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled With Shrieks by Christopher Citro

#poem #poet #Christopher Citro #Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled With Shrieks

[duckiemimi]

every time i remember the amount of times gojo’s official art pictures show him eating, there’s this little sadness that i get because i know geto would’ve loved to feed him and he would’ve loved to share his sweets with geto, like that one line in a citro poem, “i love you. i want us both to eat well.”

#jjk #geto #gojo #satosugu #the poem i meant is called ‘our beautiful life when it’s filled with shriek’ by christopher citro!

[leosdooley]

LOVE IS STORED IN FOOD.

anne carson, recreation // mirror mirror (2012) // denis sarazhin // christopher citro, our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks // @xue-mei // gaspard and lisa // jeanette winterson, the white room // ross gay, catalog of unabashed gratitude

#anne carson #mirror mirror #denis sarazhin #christopher citro #our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks #gaspard and lisa #jeanette winterson #the white room #ross gay #food as a love language #on love #on food #web weaving #parallels #word collage #i’m going insane #words #SHOUTOUT TO MIRROR MIRROR LMFAO

[sallyrooneygf]

Christopher Citro, Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled with Shrieks

#love #food #the orange #web weaving #christopher citro #our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks

[augment-techs]

Apologies for the delay, @angel-of-chaos13 but the 'haptics' bit kept throwing me off.

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[shilohgreen]

[ eat ] @talentforlying brings receiver food while they're focused on another task. // accepting

there's a comforting trance that's come over will. there's a beauty in the STRUCTURE of his life. even the decisions are structured, planned years ago: when he's home from work, when the dogs have been fed, it's time for a hobby. which one? well, his hobbies were chosen decades ago, so the process is expedited. everything is steeped in familiarity because it's the same lifestyle he's been building since he was born.

but under-stimulation proves just as much a risk as over. he is busy at work with tools laid out before him. feathers and furs are snipped and bound to a lure on the clamp in front of him. even as the night sets in and he has to switch a lamp on, will slips into a haze easily, forgetting himself in the routine of an evening he's lived through a hundred times before.

only this time— music blasts through earbuds, loud enough to break his silence but distant enough to slowly ease him back down to earth. it grows in volume as john approaches and oh, another anchor to reality: the smell of food and the rumble in his stomach. a plate is set onto his desk and he blinks, nearly frozen. leftovers. his own cooking but prepared for him this time.

hesitantly, will looks up at him, not confident what expression he'll see. "thank you." two words he doesn't say often, but he's surprised enough that they come naturally. he hasn't been fed in his own home before. his pliers are placed to the side and will looks to the food again, sees what can nourish him in more ways than one. before john can step away, will searches for eye contact again, a crease in his brow and a sweet urgency in his voice.

"did you eat?"

#talentforlying #i got carried away setting the scene for this cuz i got emo but #im giving john a tag cuz this made me think of the poem-- #x:: our beautiful life when it's filled with shrieks ( constantine ).

[ajortga]

the warmth of your hand

pairing: cairo sweet x fem reader

summary: tender kisses with the crisp cold of a sunset winter night, you and cairo go ice skating, another sweet memory being made.

word count: 1.9k+

Where the long lasting snow falls from the sky ever so gently,

The hushed whispers of words of the wind that blows in your hair when I brush it through my fingers.

Forever winter,

The cold that answers my prayers and tints your cheeks pink,

So I that you can ask for my warmth and comfort,

While I envelope you in a love that’ll keep you so safe, pressing my lips against your snow-fallen cheeks..

“Cairo!” you call out, your voice a soft melody as it rings through the coldness of the snow, and to the small creek that leads to the window of her room. Cairo’s ears perk as she places down her pen and swipes her thin hands over her journal filled with poetic beauty, the ink slightly smearing and leaving its mark.

She closes her notes filled with poetry of you, using the clip of her pen to grasp onto the book’s handle and wraps it in the band that keeps it together. 

“I’m coming love!” Cairo says, her voice growing a bit louder so you can hear her from outside. She didn’t want you to wait outside for long as she rolls out of bed and opens her closet, grabbing a pair of mittens, earmuffs, and wrapping a scarf around the nape of her neck. She flings her bedroom door open and swings down the hallway, opening the door to be greeted by your figure. 

You had your headphones hung around your neck, earmuffs in and your hair curled beautifully down. It took your girlfriend's breath away as she smiled at you. Your soft eyes met hers and she squealed, making you giggle. Your breath warmed up the cold air around you, a breath trying to warm it up, a sigh that is visible to one who sees it, your breath fogging in the cold winter air as it travels and dissipates. 

It’s like her writing when it comes to life. Of course it would come to life, all her writings are about you, your love, your beauty, you. Where the cold answers her prayers and tints your cheeks pink. It makes Cairo’s lips curve into a warm smile to see the way you look adorable, with your scarf covering your chin and you waddle up to her like a penguin. 

“G’morning..” you say, a small sniffle following in suit. 

“Hi baby,” Cairo whispers, ruffling your hair and scratching your scalp gently. She nuzzles your nose, having to bend down to press her nose to yours and giving your lips a kiss. Her lips are warm, soft, your lips are pouty, sweet. 

Before you can pull away and feel the eternal warmth of her lips again, her arms wrap around you and slide down to your waist. You feel her lift you up as a cheeky grin forms on your face, spinning around in her arms and making a small childish squeal like it’s Christmas day. Cairo grins, feeling your nimble hands brush the invading bangs away from her forehead.

“I missed you. And it’s cold,” you murmur, your hot breath purposely blowing against her face, causing a contagious laugh to sound from her. 

She feels the way your legs lift to wrap around her waist as she carries you, her nose pressed into your shoulder as your face buries into her neck.

“You are cold,” she states, “But that’s okay, we have plenty of time to cuddle and warm up before we go on our date in the evening, cmon.” 

She opens the door to her house and shuts it with her foot, you two kissing and making out along the way, lovely mumbles being made between each.

“I missed you.”

Kiss.

“I love you,” 

Seal that promise with another kiss.

You nestle your nose to the home of her neck as she carries you to her bed that is invaded by the sweet vanilla smell of her. You squeak as she pulls away from your lips, you press another greedy kiss to her lips again before she swings you back and forth.

“Here comes the airplane!”

“Cairo.. Cairo! CairOoOOOOOO!” you shriek as she throws you on her bed and comes right after, jumping on you and hugging you. You giggle from her funniness before feeling her fingertips wiggle against your stomach, tickling you.

“No! Stop!” You belly laugh, your body squirming under her as she tickles and tickles.

“Tell me you love meee.”

You can’t breathe from all the laughing as you snort and giggle, squeaking in between.

Your giggle is so cute, she thinks.

“Noo!! Okay yes I love you!” you squeal as you surrender your hands to say that you give up.

“I know,” she says softly, letting you scoot into her embrace. “I just wanted to find a way to warm you up a little.” 

It worked a little. You tell that to her, giving her another reason to let you rest against her body, like a puppy wanting their mothers warmth. You kiss her neck, nuzzling it with your nose as she kisses your forehead with a loving remark.

You spend the rest of the morning cuddling while resting in Cairo’s arms. She puts you to sleep by whispering her poems about you into your ear. The warmth of her breath against the shell of your ear makes you fall asleep faster. She notices the way your eyes flutter and twitches that you're fast asleep. You don’t know how she does it, you already got enough sleep but she always finds a way to make you sleepy again, even with the most amount of caffeine you may have had. From 9 to 11 you’re in a deep sleep with her sweet gentle whispers.

From 12-3 you and Cairo spend time cooking together. Boiling water and pouring some noodles in. After making your alfredo with garlic bread, anybody would die to look through the window and live your love life, your eyes looking into each other as you feed each other. Your fork reaches her mouth as she captures it with her lips and eats, she feeds you and wipes some of the sauce off your smooth chin.

From 4-5 you two get ready for ice skating, it was going to snow tonight. It’s like a rom-com movie and you would die to live in that with Cairo, sharing kisses near the campfire. Maybe more. Holding hands while you sleep and curl to each other. You cling on and your legs wrapped around her body as others look at you in pure awe.

You slip on a puffy white jacket above your top and put on some flared jeans, topping it off with some earmuffs that you may or may not have stolen when Cairo was changing. 

“I saw that.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Give me those back.”

“Cairo.”

“Y/N.”

“Do you not love me?” You say, looking like you were about to cry. You loved when you could fake cry. Guess acting classes really did benefit you besides doing theater. 

She sees your trembling lips and teary eyes and immediately she gives up. Coming to hug you and pressing her lips to your forehead. 

“Okay shh. You can wear them. Or keep them because I love you, okay?” She coos, voice coaxing you as a childish giggle erupts from your chest.

“Yay!”

You hug her and she lifts you up, kissing you softly, “Come on princess,” your legs wrap around her as she grabs her key and unlocks the door, walking to the ice skating rink not too far from her house.

-

After a few minutes of walking and giving gentle, loving kisses, she places you down on the floor, caressing your cheek.

“Okay love bug, let’s go ice skating, okay?” 

You nuzzle her neck, intertwining your hand with hers as you swing them up and down, giggling along the way. You sit next to her, snuggled up while you put on your ice skates. 

“Your nose is all red honey.”

You sniffle, letting her touch her nose with yours, feeling her scarf wrap around her neck when she lifts you up

Yours and Cairo’s feet were going to touch the rink as she examines the glossy ice, “It looks a little slippery, be careful, I can guide you-”

Before she could finish you giggled and skated on the ice, doing a small spin.

“Be careful!” she squeals, letting you drag her hand onto the rink as she clings onto you for support. She screams as her legs shake, begging you to start on the edge. Cairo was gripping onto the edge for dear life as you assured her, kissing her neck with love.

The sun was setting, you two were skating while holding hands. It was beautiful as you were cuddled up to her while she wobbled. She got the hang of it as you guys skated faster among all the other sweet couples.

“I think we look the cutest,” you whisper, looking up at her and playing with the twist of her hair.

“Oh really? I know we look the best baby. You’re making everyone jealous of me to be with a girl like you.”

A blush creeps up on your cheek as you smack her playfully, “That’s not true.”

“Well everyone else probably would kill to have a girl like you.”

“But I only have eyes for you. You are the prettiest, sweetest, kindest, most lovingest girl I’ve ever known.”

Now it’s Cairo’s turn to blush, it caught her so off guard that she lost balance and slipped, taking you down with her as you two yelped. You landed on top of Cairo as you laughed.

“See, you know it’s trueeee.”

“No!”

“Maybe they’re just jealous of us, they want what we have because we never fight unless it’s to prove the other person’s personality Cairo.”

The curled hair brunette lifts you up and you two continue skating.

-

After a few hours of skating and tenderness, the sun greeted the moon as its sweet warmth faded. The twinkling lights above the rink glistened against the ice.

“That was fun, huh baby?”

“I loved it more because it was with you.” 

Cairo giggles, your smile never fading as you two leave the ice rink. She helps untie your skates and gives your hand a little kiss before taking hers off.

You spend the rest of the night getting street food and sharing it with each other. Your hands never tear away from each other as you hug her while walking around the bustling city.

When you drop her off it’s like a scene from a romance movie that makes you kick your legs.

“Thank you for tonight,” you whisper, your hands holding on hers as she looks down from you, one stair up to her house.

“We should do that again.”

“And again,” you say, your cheeks scrunching in a small smile as she nods.

There’s a comforting silence, a soft cool breeze blowing through your hair as she looks down at you from her step.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight Cairo,” you whisper, before leaning on your tippy toes to reach her lips. You kiss her softly before pulling away.

"Call me when you're safe cariño."

You keep kissing her, until you turn to leave. You were a few feet away from her after taking small steps as she watched you walk to your car on her driveway before turning around.

“Actually.. Can I stay the night here and cuddle?” you whisper, looking like a precious puppy with those eyes.

Cairo knew she couldn’t say no, she would do anything to spend time with you as she smiles widely, nodding. 

You waddle up to her in happiness before jumping in her arms and kissing her again, making a small squeal as she giggles and carries you back into the comfort of her home.

#cairo sweet #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x you #tara carpenter x reader #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell x y/n #tara carpenter x you #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #wednesday addams x female reader

[lightningcrashes]

our beautiful life when it's filled with shrieks, christopher citro / bones and all (2022)

#filmedit #filmgifs #horroredit #horrorfilmgifs #tvandfilm #bones and all #christopher citro #poetry #web weaving #timothee chalamet #taylor russell #luca guadagnino #*

[these-summer-nights-in-december]

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Here's a poem from my second book, If We Had a Lemon We'd Throw It and Call That the Sun.

...I love you. I want us both to eat well...

#christopher citro #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #i love you i want us both to eat well #our beautiful life when it's filled with shrieks #citro #poem #love poem #love poetry #love #poems #poet #poetry #verse #valentine's day #poets

[metamorphesque]

hi! I hope it's okay to ask this but I was wondering if you have any poems about quiet, simple love or the kind of love that is soft and gentle and transcends time, not because it's out of this world or needs big gestures or is about star crossed lovers, but because it's safe, and it's about two people who find happiness and pleasure in the small things, dancing in the kitchen, shopping together, cooking together? Im not sure how to explain it, i tried to paint an imagine, maybe it helps. Thank you so much ♥️

Having a Coke with You by Frank O'Hara

For Keeps by Joy Harjo

Mountain Dew Commercial Disguised as a Love Poem by Matthew Olzmann

The Orange by Wendy Cope

Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro

On Loving by Forough Farrokhzad

Yours by Daniel Hoffman

Atlas by U.A. Fanthorpe

Camomile Tea by Katherine Mansfield

Always For The First Time by Andre Breton

You Are the Penultimate Love of My Life. by Rebecca Hazelton

To Be In Love Poem by Gwendolyn Brooks

#poetry recs #asks #love poems #literature #classic literature #poetry #poems

[tojisblade]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

— 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞́ 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭)

toji was so angry. 

how many dates had it been so far? probably already over fifteen men had been in the privacy of what should've been your sanctuary; your own little palace of solace throughout the duration of your engagement and your marriage. 

and those men you brought home to piss him off were invading this. stopping him from getting closer to you, learning your likes and dislikes (other than him, apparently), to give you the chance to get to know him. 

he was a possessive dick, but he was your possessive dick. you just didn't want to accept this.

your giggles filled the penthouse, he lifted his head to see you clink your wine glasses of one of the most expensive wines he had once purchased. and he hated every second of how happy you looked around that prick. 

toji hated that you and that prick in front of you had no shame in fucking around like that in front of him. he had this massive urge to grab the asshole who was stealing you from him and drag him out of the penthouse; but he knew he couldn't. he had left that life behind him. there was no more aggressive, doesn't-give-a-shit-about-the-world toji fushigoru left. 

he had left all that for you and for you alone. 

and here you were; fucking with his head like this just because you couldn't stand him. 

how was this fair? how was your treatment towards him fair? he hated every second of seeing you with those other men, your exaggerated and clearly fake moans when you invited them to your bedroom to fuck — you had no other reason except wanting to mess with his head. 

and he would make you regret every single man you fucked throughout your engagement. 

he tried to calm himself down; counting down from ten to zero over and over, breathing in deeply before exhaling. nothing helped. 

toji finally jumped to his feet, leaving his bedroom where he had buried himself just before you had arrived with your boy toy. he slammed his door shut loudly, your shriek in shock amusing him. 

"listen, you dickhead. leave before i smash your fucking head to the fucking ground and drag your bloody ass out myself", toji yelled, the anger very evident in his voice and body language. he couldn't help the frustrated chuckle when the guy was frozen still on his seat. "do i have to repeat myself? get. the FUCK. out of my apartment."

your date quickly gathered his things before he ran toward the door; toji finally was able to take in your beauty. you being so angry at him was probably the most beautiful sight to him – ironically. 

"hmm, whatever shall i do with you now, sweetheart?", he mumbled, a smirk decorating his lips. "god, the things i would do to you to punish you for what you do to me every. single. night."

"you can start by stopping to call me sweetheart. i'm not your sweetheart and i can do whatever the fuck i want to", you snapped, getting up and toji laughed heartlessly. 

"you can do whatever the fuck you want? believe me, sweetheart, you can't. i never meant to lock you up in my house, OUR. house... but you did it tonight, y'know? you finally got through all the patience i had", toji got closer to you with each sentence, finally standing right in front of you, leaning down so dangerously close, you almost imagined feeling his lips on yours for a split second. 

"oh, yeah? what are you going to do now, hm? gonna lock me up in my bedroom? or even better, handcuff me to the bed? what kinky shit do you imagine i'll play along to, huh?", you laughed, throwing your head back as you amused yourself. 

"oh, believe me, baby, once you get to know the real me, you won't ever think of anybody else fucking you. because i will get you to a point where no other man will be able to deliver the pleasure i can."

"hah, as if i will believe that", you couldn't stop laughing, a squeal leaving your lips as you felt his hand burying itself in your hair as he kissed you. but it was anything except gentle and soft, no. this was probably the most feral kiss you ever had in your entire life. 

the second he let you breathe for a second, pulling off, you tried to hit him but he was faster, quicker than humanly possible to hold your wrist, pushing you towards the next wall as he pinned both of your wrists over your head; leaning back down to kiss you again, already so obsessed with the way your mouth felt against his, the way you tasted. 

he was obsessed. he was possessive. and he didn't care. 

"toji", you breathed out shakily when you felt him kiss down your neck; shrieking when you felt him bite into your skin, eyes fluttering shut as your body slowly melted into it. 

toji couldn't help but chuckle dryly, holding your body just tightly enough to stop you from losing your balance. "what was that just now, sweetheart?", he mumbled against your neck. "'as if you'll believe that?' what about now, hm?"

“just… shut the fuck up”, you whined, grabbing his t-shirt’s hem in attempt to pull it off his body. maybe all the teasing you did to him was just an unconscious means to get him riled up to the point he’d snap. 

and it worked. 

god, it worked so good, you got so excited for him to finally let loose of his patience. 

“hah… ironic, isn’t it? all this time you pretended to be so hateful towards me just because you wanted me to fuck you until you couldn’t remember any of those men’s names, didn’t ya, sweetheart?”, he laughed, shaking his head. “you were simply playing with my mind, huh?” 

he ripped open your blouse, the buttons flying and clattering all around the place, just as you felt him rip up your bra and his lips around your nipple a moment later, sucking, biting and pinching the other one with his fingers. 

it was like he was possessed, his hands and mouth acting on its own accord as he kissed down your body and pulled down the skirt you were wearing before he spread your legs a little, got on his knees and buried his head between your legs like a man starved. 

just before you felt his tongue on your pussy, he grumbled; “you’re the only woman, nevermind person in this world who has ever managed to bring me to my knees, y/n. remember that.”

with that, he licked over your folds, making you shudder and he growled as he grew addicted to your taste, fingers digging into your skin as he pulled your thighs apart a bit more and got the taste of the only thing that has ever been deprived of him. 

“god, you taste divine, my love”, he groaned, tongue playing with your clit as he buried two fingers inside and curled them, easily hitting that sweet spot that made you crumble with need. “can’t wait to have you creaming ‘round my fingers, hm?”

“shut… the fuck up”, you whined, hands burying in his hair, pulling roughly on the strands as you closed your eyes, the double stimulation had you shaking and in sobs. “you’re such an asshole.”

“mhm, that’s not nice, now is it, sweetheart? maybe i should come up with something to punish that nasty mouth of yours, hm?”, he retorted, stopping his ministrations with his tongue. “instead of thanking me, you’re being so rude to me.” 

“n-no! please, don’t stop, i’m begging you”, you whined, “i need this s’bad, please, toji.” 

“oh, now that was a lot better, wasn’t it angel?”

with that, he dove in again, this time a lot rougher with his fingers, and before long, he had you clenching tightly around his fingers, leaving a creamy slick all over them, and without a thought, toji licked up the remnants. 

“you taste divine, my love. but i feel like this pretty pussy is still needy. what do you say? want me to fuck you now, sweetheart?”, he taunted, standing back up and he pinned your hands on the wall over your head again. 

you were still in the haze of your mind-breaking orgasm just now, so the only response you were able to give was a nod. of course, a quite angry toji did not like that – pressing your hands even harder against the wall. 

again, how was he so fucking strong?! 

your eyes widened as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants and boxers drop, revealing his hard and massive cock which he stroked with his own hand for a bit, biting his lip at the pleasure coursing through his body. “mhm, you see, baby? all for you, i got this hard just by eating you out. this is the effect you always fucking had on me and all this time, i had to jerk of to the thought of this pretty pussy around my cock and so fucking full of me.” 

“fucking hell, toji, shut up and fuck me.” 

toji let out a dry chuckle before he aligned his reddened tip with your hole and slowly fucked his cock inside, still careful not to hurt you. “fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight”, he groaned once he was fully sheathed inside you, waiting for you to adjust for a moment, before he pulled out and thrusted deep inside of you again, making you cry out in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut. “fuck, you’re so… big”, you cried, “how are you so strong?” 

“you’re asking the wrong questions, baby”, he chuckled, “you really are asking the wrong questions here. just be quiet, baby. i’m just going to fucking ruin you.” 

he let your hands go wrapping it around your throat as your eyes widened in surprise. “god, you look so pretty with my hand around your throat. want me to squeeze?” toji’s dry chuckle had you rolling your eyes back. “you’re so fucking beautiful, baby, so pliant and sweet to me, aren’t you?” 

“shut. the. fuck. up”, you groaned, with his rough and fast pace you were fast diving into your second, mind-blowing orgasm. “you’re all bark no bite, you asshole. fuck me properly, if you want me creaming around you.”

“now, that isn’t so nice, is it, sweetheart?” 

his pace slowed down and he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up easily as he moved you towards the bedroom, letting you drop down on the soft cushions before he leaned over you again. “i’m going to fuck you so good, baby, you won’t be able to cum like you did before for any other man again. and that’s a promise, angel.” 

before you could retort anything again, you felt his cock thrusting back inside your hole, a tear slipping out of your eye as you felt so full of him. 

“you’re.” thrust. “my.” thrust. “fiancée.” 

just with those words, you were creaming around him, hearing him laugh breathlessly. “you came so fucking quickly, baby, such a good and pretty girl for me, huh? stay like this and i’ll show you fucking heaven.” 

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~credit //quote: “Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks” by Christopher Citro // Interview transcript: @il-predestinato (x) // images: pinterest and tumblr~

#i cried when i saw the interview for the second time. the first time i thought of that quote. #I have a black and white version too but it felt eh so i didnt post #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #formula 1 #f1 #las vegas gp 2023 #image credit: really sorry i made this in haste #web weaving