Omg I actually enjoyed this episode quite a bit!!!
20 notes
¡
View notes
praying and hoping and begging for things to get better or at least more tolerable soon because i dont know how many more physical symptoms of stress my body can take
4 notes
¡
View notes
how to make business plans: spend 2 weeks looking for a website to make a visual plan guide that you can collaborate with business partners, but you end up nowhere because all of them require paid subscriptions to do more than a few basic things. except you don't want to pay for these because you don't have a business yet and therefore no money!!!! but you need more than basic features (basically you can only put 50-100 items on your board with free account and i will definitely need more)
5 notes
¡
View notes
I've just realised something fun (very weird): so I've got aphantasia (no visual imagination), and I have a hard time recognising and remembering faces. I'm not face blind but I need a lot of context clues and stuff like that to be able to recognise someone for sure.
so anyway, that means I don't know what most people look like. in many cases I can't even remember if someone wears glasses, or other very obvious things like that. I could only describe the faces of my family members, friends, or even my husband (who I see more often than anyone else) very vaguely.
buuut. when I like a character, I tend to draw and/or paint them (usually a lot). which obviously involves looking at pictures of their face for a looong time. and not just looking, but analysing everything to figure out where it goes in relation to everything else. and just the motion of drawing makes it easier for it to actually get saved in my memory, I think.
sooo I just realised that, right now at least, I could probably describe every stupid little line in Eliot's face, I can recognise him if I see a picture of like, his ear or whatever. but if my brother got a haircut and different clothes and I wasn't expecting to see him, I probably wouldn't know who he was. đŹ
4 notes
¡
View notes
NOT THIS??? https://twitter.com/Teta_2023/status/1644126646415560706
They act like the terms of his contract aren't publicly available and we didn't see it all play out since last season omg they really believe this innocent little blorbo image they've made up for this grown ass man and his European superiority complex so tired of them
7 notes
¡
View notes
I'm struggling so much with how to start chapter 3 of can you feel the sun.....ive spent (checks notes) 2?? Days??? Just staring at the same three sections because the pacing feels so wrong to me but ive kind of put myself in a Situation⢠here so. Ugh. Gonna have to rewrite already đ
5 notes
¡
View notes
ao3 being down made me start trying a 10 min zumba workout. bad news, i cannot dance for the life of me. how do i move my arms and legs in different directions help
2 notes
¡
View notes
I am once again asking for the tiniest bit of self-discipline to finish stuff on time so I don't start it at 2:15am when it's due at 9am and I'll have class the whole day until 7pm afterwards.
0 notes
TITLE: How they are when they eat you out
SUMMARY: OT8 blurb version of the title.
MASTERLIST
WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with these posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.
TAGS: mentions of orgasms, sex positions, again nothing too major.
TAGLIST: @xhakumeix
A/N: here is another spicy blurb/work of mine! Thank you everyone for engaging with my posts, messaging and following! I really appreciate yâall đđ also side note again, Iâll spellcheck this when I get home!
BANG CHAN
Deliberately goes slow. He likes foreplay but also teasing you. Thrives off of feeling your legs shake around his head as he goes down on you. If you canât handle the overbearing intensity of pleasure, heâll snake his arms around your thighs, gripping and holding you there to ensure that you will take everything he gives you.
However, Chan is a firm reinforcer of edging and uses his mouth to achieve that. Heâll have you squirming and trembling every single time he brings you to the edge. Whenever you try and inch closer towards his tongue, heâll pull away, leaving you frustrated and angry. But edging has a high purpose, and thatâs to make you cum ten times harder than you usually would.
âI know how much you want to cum right now,â Chan says. âSo lie back and let me get you there.â
-
MINHO
Eats pussy for sport and will make you cum as hard and as fast as possible and as many times as youâll let him. Heâll tease when he wants but for the most part, he wants to watch you writhe and shake. Hearing you scream out his name is a phenomenon that he can never get over. Minho also likes eating you out in positions that will have you screaming and where youâre bound to cum - literally.
He will have your legs bent at your sides, tied up so you canât move, and will eat you out for an hour or two, otherwise until youâre crying from how much pleasure youâre in. In those positions, thereâs nowhere for you to go or move other than the surface of his hot tongue.
âLike cumming on my mouth donât you?â Minho asks. âIâll make you cum again, and again, and again - until you start to forget your name.â
-
CHANGBIN
Eats it like he means it. Will make you cum more than once with his mouth and wonât settle for anything less. He will have you in tears from how intense the orgasms are that he gives you. Itâs a real contrast to how tender and nurturing he is when it comes to taking care of you afterwards. Nonetheless, Changbin will eat you out like itâs the last thing heâll do.
He doesnât stop unless you want him to. Sometimes you give him free rein which, in all honesty, is a terrible idea sometimes because Changbin will cease at nothing to make you cum so hard that you start seeing stars. Whatâs even better is because of his strength, itâs near to impossible to squirm away from his mouth, rendering you to cum hard regardless.
âLook how pretty you are when you cum,â Changbin sighâs exasperatedly.
-
HYUNJIN
Is very attentive. Studies every reaction that he brings out of you as soon as his mouth is buried in between your legs. Hyunjin also has the tendency to overstimulate the shit out of you. Half of the time he doesnât actually mean to. He just gets off on the change in pitch of your moans, how you sometimes go silent when you cum, or when you grip onto his hair as tight as you can.
His method of making you orgasm multiple times ensures that your legs will be shaking and your moans will fill the space around him. The only unfortunate thing for him when it comes to eating you out is that he canât see your entire body, especially when you cum.
âYouâre shaking baby,â Hyunjin points out. âFeels that good, huh?â
-
JISUNG
Is sloppy, but in the best way possible. Heâs unfazed about how wet you are, how much of it gets on his face, if itâs on the bed, the floor, the kitchen counter - whatever. Thatâs applicable to every situation where heâs eating you out, even when Jisung feels lazy. In saying that, there are two sides to him, and he can go either way; heâll either eat you out like heâs been deprived of it for months, or if heâs feeling lazy but still wants to go down on you, heâll eat slowly.
If thatâs the case, he will ask you to just sit on his face. Itâs convenient for him to lie back and eat you out that way. Hell - heâll even let you use his face to make yourself cum however many times you want. Jisung will say it so casually that it sometimes turns you on more. Despite him feeling lazy, that doesnât mean to say that he isnât into it - he is definitely into it.
âIâm horny as fuck,â Jisung says before smiling. âSit on my face?â
-
FELIX
Going down on you is already a task thatâs intimate enough as it is, but Felixâs entire aura seems to enhance that even further, to the point where you feel so good that itâs emotional. Almost every time - guaranteed - Felix will interlock his fingers with yours when his head is buried between your legs. Heâll kiss your inner thighs, softly on your clit, delicately sucking and licking to slowly build you up to a peak.
He analyses what you like so well that every time he goes down on you, he makes sure to follow that routine to achieve the same results if not better. Itâs almost like one of his games to him, except the rewards are better in every aspect. Lix just wants to make sure you feel good.
âCan never get enough of you,â Felix says. âWanna make you cum as much as youâll let me.â
-
SEUNGMIN
Is a tease. Even during foreplay heâll edge you with his mouth. Heâll never give you exactly what you want when you want it. If heâs going down on you, and youâre ready to cum, Seungmin will stop right before you start tipping over the edge just so he can fuck you in order to make you cum on his cock instead. Then again, if he feels generous, itâll be his mouth that makes you cum, especially as a form of reward if you can go a day or two without being an absolute brat.
But thatâs the side of Seungmin who likes to be dominant. Thereâs the other face of the coin where he can be very tender. In those instances when he is going down on you, expect to see a lot more affection from him. He wonât just focus solely on your clit, heâll go slow, check in on you, and make you cum more than once because heâs also a gentleman.
âIâm the only one who can make you feel this good,â says Seungmin. âNobody else can make you cum the way I do.â
-
JEONGIN
Knows exactly what heâs doing when it comes to eating you out. Jeongin chooses to go slow whenever he does because of how attentive he is. He wants to make sure that each second his face is buried in between your legs that your body feels good. Every now and then itâs a bit frustrating because all you want to do is just cum as quickly as you can, so as you squirm or grip his hair to try and make him go faster, thatâs when heâll decide to intentionally tease you and go slow.
He likes to hold around your thighs, gently squeezing them to hold you firm around his head. The struggles you have when it comes to putting up with his tongue is next level. He has the technique to make you cum in under a minute minimum. Heâs unassuming but heâs just that good at it.
âCan feel your legs shaking,â Jeongin says. âI want to feel them shake even more.â
4K notes
¡
View notes
Ok but can you imagine if bombshell!reader who is pregnant does fall down somewhere?? Everyone, Spencer very much so, freaks out and she tries to play it off cool even though sheâs really sore. She and baby are ok but she and Spencer are definitely shaken up by this and heâs even more hover-y from this đđĽ˛
ty for requesting <3
pregnant!reader falling and panicking lovely bf spencer, 1.3k
âWeâre like, the dream team,â you say, sewing your arm through the crook of Spencerâs. Heâs trying to zip up your jacket, which is difficult given the ever-growing curve of your stomach. With one arm, itâs hopeless.Â
âWe are,â he murmurs obligingly, thinking about how cold it is outside and how youâve yet to give in to the âugly-festâ of maternity clothes at work. Itâs a shame. You look adorable in them at home. âMaybe you should put on your hoodie.âÂ
âItâs fine, itâs like, three steps between the station and the hotel.â You smile at him. He loves your eyes, your lashes, and he forgets to be stern.Â
âLetâs go, then.â He waves at Emily where sheâs chatting with an officer. âYou ready?â he asks.Â
Penelope pops her head out of the office with her laptop bag tucked under her arm. âLetâs go home, my chickens.âÂ
You and Spencer devolve into one of your murmured conversations, giggling, pressed arm to arm as you and the team emerge from the warmth of the police station and into the cold winter air. Itâs sub zero outside, Spencerâs sure, wanting to get you back out of the elements as quickly as possible.Â
He takes the steps first and holds out his hand a few beneath. Emily laughs, says, âHeâs so chivalrous,â to Penelopeâs delight.Â
âHeâs always been our gentleman,â Penelope says.Â
You look eager to agree. âHeâs my prince,â you tease gently, taking his hand, leaning just a little too far forward.Â
Your foot slips out from underneath you with a sound like a knife scraping the snow. You fall hard and fast, and the horror is that your one leg trips more than the other and you end up slamming flat on your side.Â
Spencer has you up again before the slush can so much as wet your clothes, but it doesnât matter. Your eyes go wider than heâs ever seen them and your lips struggle down into an immediate frown, a wobbly expression, alarm in your voice as you say, âOh, woah.âÂ
âOh my god, Y/N, are you okay?â Penelope asks, she and Spencer rushing down to the bottom of the steps to meet you.Â
âSit her down, Spencer,â Emily says quickly, not scornful or anything but her concern turning her tone hard.Â
âItâs wet,â he says, as his head bubbles up with horrible statistics.Â
âSpencer,â you say tightly, âIâm fine.âÂ
You donât look fine. He yanks his suit jacket off and drops it to the floor, a write off, he and Penelope encouraging you to sit on the bottom step. Your eyes are filled with tears, he suspects from panic and pain at once, and he doesnât really know what to do in this situation for a second, he has to think back. Itâs hard to think and hold your hands at the same time.Â
âItâs okay,â he says, enthusing his voice with false pep.Â
âWhat should we do?â Penelope asks, quicker to panic than the rest of you.Â
Spencer bends down in front of you. Youâre the only person that matters in that moment. âWhat hurts?â he asks, hand hovering over your side. âDoes anything hurt?âÂ
âYeah,â you breathe out, before shaking your head, âWhat aboutââ You cut yourself off. âYeah.âÂ
Spencer takes your wrist. âIâm gonna call Dr. Cordell right now. Okay? Just as a precaution. Thatâs what youâre supposed to do, okay?âÂ
âI think I hurt my hip,â you say smally.Â
With some help from the girls, Spencer gets you back to the hotel. He calls your doctor, and they decide to get you an emergency check up with an antenatal doctor he knows while youâre still out of state. It feels less panicky and more dread while you wait, but the appointment goes well, and youâre given the all clear a few hours after your fall.Â
Youâre uncharacteristically quiet at the hotel. Spencer asks if youâre alright and you say, âOf course,â while he spends the rest of the evening watching you wince.Â
Itâs getting ready for bed where he finally gets you to crack for him. Youâre not expecting to be sore, that much is clear, and youâre bashful asking for his help. âI canât get my shirt over my head,â you say from the bathroom, with no need to shout. He can hear you from his not so casual seat at the foot of the bed.Â
He lost his tie a few hours ago, and his suit jacket lays soggy in a plastic bag on top of his suitcase. He rolls his sleeves up as he eases into the small bathroom, eyes dropping to the naked bump of your stomach where your shirt is pooled. You have a yellowy bruise taking form on your hip. Another on your bump, like the lines of the stone steps.Â
âAngel,â he murmurs, fingers glancing over the bruise gently.Â
âDoesnât hurt.âÂ
âYou donât have to lie.âÂ
You poke him. âHelp me get changed, handsome.â You laugh at your demanding. âPlease help me get changed.âÂ
âSo rude,â he says.Â
He grabs the ends of your shirt and pulls it up your back and over the back of your head so as to not agitate your cut up elbow again. You sigh as he pulls it clean, leaving you shirtless and gorgeous in the bathroom, despite all your worrying. He should tell you. He canât not tell you, really.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â he says, taking your shoulders into his hands.Â
âEven with the baby weight?â you ask.Â
He rubs your arm. âYouâve never been this beautiful.âÂ
âOh, no, donât say that.â You cover his arm with yours, hand over his, fingers intertwining loosely.Â
âYouâre alwaysâŚâ He leans down. Heâd been about to stop himself, but he continues, lips just an inch from yours, the two of you eye to eye. âBeautiful. Iâm sorry about today, it was my fault.âÂ
âIt was my fault.âÂ
âI shouldâve been more careful, I knew it was cold enough for frost.âÂ
âI shouldâve been more careful,â you say, frowning at him indignantly, âI know how fragile I am right now and Iâm not being careful enough.âÂ
âYou slipped,â he argues. It could only be an accident.
âWhat if she felt it?â you whisper.Â
Spencer was trying to assuage your fears and heâd been planning on a kiss, but a hug feels more important in that moment, a careful loop of his arms under yours. His few inches of height over you are especially helpful in steering clear of your stomach. âShe didnât feel it, Y/N, I promise. You took the fall for her, and the doctor said everything is just fine. She didnât even know it was happening, I swear.âÂ
You let out a long, slow breath. You nod into his should after a few moments. âOkay. Thank you for picking me back up, Spence.âÂ
âThat was impressive, right?âÂ
You poke him some more as you let the entirety of your weight slouch into his front. âYouâre quite impressive, Reid. I felt the muscle.â You kiss his neck, voice dropping to a murmur, âIâm okay.â He hasnât realised how badly he needed reassurance too.Â
âI know.âÂ
âSorry if I was dramatic,â you say.Â
âDramatic?â he laughs, thumb on your neck drawing shapes. âYou tried to tell me you were fine. Thatâs the opposite of dramatic.âÂ
ââŚMaybe I should slow down some. Maybe. Take some days off.âÂ
Spencer kisses the top of your head. âThat could be nice. Youâve been bouncing around for months. We could just spend a couple of days laying down, right? You can try out some of those maternity pyjamas youâre so reluctant to wear.âÂ
âWhyâd you buy so many?âÂ
âIâm trying to take care of you. I thought Iâd finally be allowed,â he says.Â
Your voice turns to a whisper. âYou always take care of me, Spence. You really do.âÂ
1K notes
¡
View notes
the one where Y/n and Lando used to hookup and then fell out... or did they?
lowkey inspired by the interview where Oscar talks about spending time with his gf and Lando goes "awww" cus it got my brain making up scenarios
yourusername Maybe I was too much but you could've been more and we both know it
view all comments
yourfriend1 Situationship survivor đ
username1 Ah, she's posting half naked pics means they're done
yourfriend2 Girl I didn't cry that much over a 3 years long relationship
âłyourusername I'm not crying lmao
yourfriend2 We need to go on a girls trip
yourfriend1 I second this!!
username2 Lando's loss tbh
username3 Not Carlos nonchalantly in the likes đ
âłusername4 I can't believe he would take Lando's leftovers
username5 You two can chill, Y/n and Carlos have been friends, they're not gonna end it because of a failed situationship
username3 Exactly! Maybe they'll become something more...
username5 Carlos is Lando's best friend, he wouldn't do it to him
username3 I mean it's not like Y/n was his gf or anything, they were just hooking up
username5 Yeah maybe also say it was her fault she caught feelings after he did all the things mentioned on the 2nd pic
username6 How could he not wanna make it official with HER?
âłusername4 He's rich and famous, he can have 10 girls like her if he wanted to
username7 It makes me feel better about being in a situationship myself knowing Y/n also went through it
âłyourusername Girl it's a sign to leave him, don't waste your time
username7 It's just for the plot đ¤
yourusername NOT worth it
username8 Stay strong, I promise it gets better and one day you'll find someone who'll truly care about you
âłyourusername Already did â¤ď¸ @/yourfriend1 @/yourfriend2
username9 Well, I guess a relationship was a bit too much for little Lando Norris
landonorris Catching little feelings, thought we had arrangements
view all comments
username1 HOW DARE HE????
âłusername2 I guess men just have the audacity đĽ˛
yourfriend1 When you act like you're in a relationship with her so she thinks you wanna be in a relationship with her đ
âłusername3 That's Y/n's best friend right there đ
maxfewtrell Drunk Lando is the worst Lando I've ever had to deal with
âłlandonorris we both know that's a lie cmon
angryginge13 I forgot how fun it is to go out with you
âłmaxfewtrell I swear something got into him lately, like sure he always loved to party but have you seen how drunk he was?
angryginge13 tbh I barely remember that night lol
username4 AHA so Lando is also going through it
username5 as đ he đ should đ
username6 What's wrong with men these days? All I see are situationships, fwbs, ons, what happened to feelings? What happened to love?
âłusername7 I guess dating apps messed up our perception of relationships
username6 This is sad.
username8 Well, at least Y/n isn't out getting drunk
âłusername9 We can't be sure, we know all she wants us to know, her life can be totally different than what she shows on social media
username10 They had arrangements as he said, it's her fault she fell in love
âłyourfriend1 Oh will you all just shut up?
username10 Someone's mad lol
username11 So many people idolizing Lando just because he can drive a fast car in circles but in reality he's just your average brit in his 20s with commitment issues
âłusername12 He's still young, he doesn't have to get in a serious relationship if he doesn't want to
username11 But it was wrong of him to lead Y/n on
username12 Just as someone said already - not his fault that she caught feelings. These typa things aren't for everyone. Or maybe she was hoping he'll fall in love or something
username11 Yeah? How is it that men these days want the benefits of a relationship without the responsibilities?
username12 Did he force her into it? Nope. She could've said no it's not my thing bye. But she didn't. She stayed with him
username11 If you wanna have sex without commitment just pay for it, it's still a thing. You can't have stuff like this for free, at the cost of another person's feelings
A month later
yourusername Kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me
view all comments
yourfriend1 I'm glad you feel better now â¤ď¸
âłyourusername I feel so much more alive now
username1 They all slaaaaay
yourfriend2 Remind me, why haven't we done this kinda trips before?
âłyourusername Cuz we're stupid đŤś
yourfriend1 We're not stupid, we're sillymates
yourusername Fuck soulmates when you can have sillymates
yourfriend2 Stupid choices were made tho
yourusername Neither of you stopped me lmao
carlossainz55 Wasn't it a little too cold to sit on the balcony like this?
âłyourusername The wine warmed us up!!
carlossainz55 Text me if you're ever curious about other ways to warm yourself up *this comment has been deleted*
carlossainz55 Good to know you're having fun!đˇ
username3 Carlos, everyone saw that comment you deleted...
username2 Where's the person who said Carlos wouldn't do that to Lando? WHERE?!
username4 Y/n should post to the song enough for you, particularly this part "cause someday I'll be everything to somebody else"
âłusername5 Ngl I feel like most Olivia's songs would fit her situation right now
maxfewtrell That looks familiar...
âłusername5 Nah boy, get the hell out of this comment section
username6 Wait, let him speak, maybe he has new information
username7 I need to know what stupid choices is Y/n talking about and what Max means đ
âłusername8 They're feeding us breadcrumbs and they know what they're doing
landonorris ice spice â
view all comments
charles_leclerc Ice ice baby đâď¸
maxfewtrell The gossip pages gonna love this one
âłusername1 So that's what Max meant when he said it looked familiar
username2 I'll wait for further explanation đś
username3 I refuse to believe Y/n went through all the heartbreak just to hook up with him again in Finland
âłusername4 Well, she liked this post so...
username3 She got the Stockholm syndrome or what? đ
username5 At this point she deserves this
username6 @/yourusername I am very disappointed in your actions
âłusername3 Bro casually tagging Y/n like she's gonna answer
âłusername3 Btw it's not confirmed that they hooked up again
username7 Pls don't break her heart again
username8 I get a little heart attack every time Lando posts
username9 Guys it doesn't make sense, Y/n wouldn't go to Finland with Lando AND with her girls
âłusername2 What if they went there separately and just happened to run into each other?
username9 Yeah, because there's no other places to go skiing. Someone had to arrange it or something, it cannot be a coincidence
username2 Look, the universe works in weird ways, do you know the invisible string theory?
username9 Oh no you're one of these people? đ¤Ą
username2 All I'm saying is to me they seem like 'right people, wrong time' and maybe finally the timing is right for them
username7 No no no Y/n deserves way better, Lando is too toxic for her
username2 Do you know him? Maybe he was going thru something and it just wasn't the time for him to be in a relationship
username9 A delusional yapper is what you are
yourusername Back home with a new passion
view all comments
yourfriend1 You gotta stop feeding me these đ
âłyourusername What, you don't like them? đĽš
yourfriend1 I love them, that's the issue!!
username1 And Lando isn't with her
âłusername2 Why would he be?
username1 I think everyone thought they're together again after Finland
username2 They were NEVER together
yourfriend2 Can you get your asses out of here?
landonorris Looks delicious (the food too)
âłusername3 DON'T GIVE ME HOPE
username4 Don't worry, it's just an average text from a situationship you'd get after weeks of no contact
username5 Usually followed up by "you busy tonight?"
âłusername6 Ariana what are you doing here
âłusername7 Man saw that comment Carlos deleted and decided to gatekeep
username5 Bet that's not the only thing he did when he saw that
username7 wdym đ
username5 There's no way they didn't fuck
âłusername8 fr a way to mark his territory
âłyourfriend1 She said she blocked you after Finland
landonorris She didn'tđ
yourfriend1 I'll make sure she does now
landonorris She won'tđ
username7 We need to know what happened in Finland đ
username1 I wish he would share the secret
username2 Yeah, Oscar, don't be shy, share it with the class
username3 My bet is Y/n let Lando manipulate her again
âłusername4 They're both adults like Y/n sweetie just say no it's that easy
username5 I'm gonna manifest Y/n and Lando announcing a relationship soon đŻ
username6 I mean have y'all seen Lando? I'm NOT surprised Y/n keeps coming back even if he's doing just the bare minimum
âłusername7 He's average. The fact that he's famous and has money makes him more attractive
username6 Do you think he pays Y/n for... you know?
username7 đ¤ˇââď¸
username8 Words cannot express how much this man gets on my nerves
âłusername9 Same like man stop being blind and see that Y/n is gf material, not some hookup to be used and left
username10 I wish Oscar would've spokenđ
username11 Get your shit together Lando
âłusername12 Well maybe Y/n doesn't mind
username11 It didn't seem like it
username12 People change đ¤ˇââď¸
username11 I wish Lando would've been the one to change đ
username13 Lando has NO RIGHT to speak on other people's relationships being a walking definition of commitment issues himself
âłusername14 chill yo tits, I think he truly thought what Oscar said was cute
yourusername We turned out to like each other way more than we originally planned
view all comments
yourfriend1 I'm tired of you both already
maxfewtrell It's gonna be one of those "they still together?" kinda relationships
âłyourusername We plan on being an insufferable pain in the ass together just for you đŤś
maxfewtrell I see Lando is already changing you for the worse
landonorris the process began way earlier
maxfewtrell But you didn't have the balls to commit
âłyourfriend2 She deserves so much better
yourfriend1 Yeah @/yourusername deserves so much better, I wish she would've read the comments
carlossainz55 Congrats, you finally tamed himđ
yourusername I hate you both â¤ď¸
âłlandonorris wow, I love supportive friends
yourfriend2 Who said we're your friends?
yourfriend1 We have to tolerate your ass but it doesn't mean we're suddenly friends
âłlandonorris You've been waiting to see this happen
carlossainz55 Of course, I've been telling you to get a girlfriend for so long now
âłusername1 ekhm...
âłusername2 We will never forget
username3 HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM?
username4 Miss girl needs to share her manifestation techniques with us
oscarpiastri Don't have to thank me
âłlandonorris Yup, you did nothing
âłyourusername Thank you Oscahhh
username5 I MANIFESTED IT đŻ
yourusername For our 6 months anniversary we forced our friends to go camping with us đ
view all comments
yourfriend1 It wasn't as bad as I thought
âłangryginge13 Worse?
yourfriend1 Oh definitely
landonorris I'm really surprised they got along
âłmaxfewtrell What other choice we had?
âłyourfriend2 Anything for Y/n tbh
âłyourfriend1 Still doesn't mean we don't hate you
yourfriend2 Yeah, good friends will always say 'but she deserves better' (she really does)
maxfewtrell I didn't expect you to last that long
âłyourusername Excuse me? đ¤¨
maxfewtrell You know, it's Lando
yourusername I guess you're right lmao
landonorris Now what is that supposed to mean?
yourusername Nothing, don't be madâ¤ď¸
âłlandonorris That's what she said
yourusername NO IT'S NOT WTF đ
oscarpiastri What if I tag along the next time?
âłyourusername I'd be happy 𫶠if you bring Lily as well it would be perfect
username1 WAR IS OVER
username2 I love how winter break is always pure chaos and summer break is just fun and chill
danielricciardo When can I join you though?
âłlandonorris I promise next time I visit you in Australia it'll be with Y/n
yourusername You didn't even ask me...
landonorris Well, do you wanna go?
yourusername DUH
âłusername3 No cuz these pics have strong Danny Ricc energy, I'm surprised he wasn't there
username4 The friend groups were forced to unite, I'm afraid they're together for life (I'm manifestingđ¤)
âłusername5 I hope they are, I feel like Lando really matured with Y/n by his side
username4 He went from "I don't wanna mature, I'm happy where I am" to this đ
username6 I wish all situationships would turn out like this
âłusername7 World would be a better place
username8 Right people right timeâ¤ď¸
1K notes
¡
View notes
this is for the non curse bf!sukuna
when you first start going out he wouldnât know what flowers to get you. he could ask you but- who tf asks their gf âhey what flowers do you like?â he thinks thatâs lame. so guy brings 5-6 diff flowers just for you.
can you imagine, him all tattooed and brooding buying you flowers in a pretty flower shopđđiâm crying :((((((
OKAY BUT IF HE DOES IT TO LIKE, ASK YOU TO BE HIS GF???
Like originally he was just going to take you out on a few dates, enjoy the company and yuuji and his Ma off his back, but that plan crumbled when he started to be the one to text you first. When he started to initiate dates. When he started to feel butterflies in his chest when you laughed.
Yuuji so graciously told him he had feelings and should cuff you before you get tired of him, and the idea swirls for a bit in Sukunaâs head before one night at four am, he storms into yuujiâs room and in a pure panic asks âhow do I ask her out?â
Yuuji grumbles and throws a pillow at his brother, âflowers and candy, go back to bed.â
But Ryomen does anything but. Because thereâs so many flowers and so many candies, how will he know which is your favorite? And as much as heâd love to ask you, it would ruin the surprise of being so excited at being his girlfriend that youâd have to say yes- a little manipulative, perhaps, but heâs not perfect despite what he says.
So he kinda goes⌠crazy.
He buys you all sorts of candy, everything from sour to chocolate, to even some cotton candy grapes and gummy bear watermelon and more candy flavored candy, all to put in a small bag that dangles from his thick wrist.
Next is the flower shop, and thatâs even more stressful because how is he supposed to pick between roses and peonies and assorted and god knows what other breeds of flowers there are- one time, as a kid, he saw yuuji give a little boy a fistful of yellow dandelions, canât he just do that?
According to the swipe of his credit card after picking out seven bouquetsâŚ. No. Apparently not.
He lugs everything out to his car with grunts of efforts, texting you telling you to be home because the smell of flowers is making him nauseous and the candy is probably melting in the warmth of the sun.
SENT please tell me youâre home?
Schnookums (god he needs to change that, whyâd you ever put yourself as something so feral in his phone?) why, you coming over??
SENT no Iâm making conversation
Tf
Of course that question means Iâm coming over
Schnookums yayyyy okay đĽşđ
He scoffs before making a floor to your house, nerves making him speed a little too fast and almost run a few too many red lights, and heâs grateful that the cops he passed have mercy on him and let him get to your house without a ticket or handcuffs.
He gathers his bundle back in his arms and blindly makes his way up your driveway, using the sheer grace of the gods watching over him to not trip and crush everything under him. He sneezes god knows how many times, and once heâs finally at your door, he doesnât know how long it takes him to knock successfully, but after 5 tries, he finally nails it.
And after a few short seconds, you open the door with a gasp of excitement. âWhat did you do!â
âI wasnât- fuck!â The flowers start to slip as he tries to peer over them to look at you. Youâre quick to make a move to help him catch them. âFuck. God damn it. Ugh.â He clears his throat, âI wasnât sure what flowers to get, so⌠I bought them all.â
âWhats in the bag?â
âAn absolutely feral amount of sweets.â
Youâre beaming at him, so excited between the gesture and seeing him that you immediately toss your arms around him, the crinkling of the bouquets being what snaps you back to life.
âAh shit.â
âSorry! Sorry!! I just⌠this is so sweet,â you say, smiling.
âWell, I uhhâŚ. I wanted⌠you and Iâve been kinda⌠going out for a whileâŚ.â
âYeah?â You ask, and with the way your eyes widen and jaw slacks slightly, you know what heâs going to ask.
And he knows youâre going to make him do it.
âAnd I really⌠really have enjoyed it.â He takes a deep breath, ânot sure why, but-â
âShut up,â you snicker.
âBut I kinda⌠want to do it. More. And⌠not let you do it with other people.â
âOkay,â you giggle.
âAnd Iâm told the only way to do that is to make you my girlfr-â
âYES!â You scream, wrapping your arms around him again, and when he makes a noise of protest, you grab the flowers to put them on the ground, hugging him again tightly.
Tightly enough his organs hurt and his breath canât get into his body, but this feels so right, so good and so comforting that heâd let you do it forever. He kisses your head and cradles it, letting the bag rest against your back.
âI canât believe you went through all this trouble for me,â you murmur against him.
He chuckles, âdonât thank me too much yet. We still need to find vases for all of these because Iâll be damned if I let my kind gesture die within twelve hours.â
âI donât even know if I own a vase.â
He stiffens, and you snicker in his grip.
âWell then I hope your donât like your kitchen sink too much.â
2K notes
¡
View notes
â°â⤠â desire ⢠l.n c.l â vii
part six - part eight
⪠Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.
⪠life goes on and it's up to you to decide who stays and who goes.
⪠established relationship mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando
⪠reader really growing and living her best life like she should. Spelling mistakes add character đ if you haven't been tagged, know that I either wasn't able to tag you or simply forgot to add you to my list, I'm not ignoring you, please send me a message if i did!
â˝âââââââââââââââââââââââââĽ
y/nusername
đ Nice, France
liked by landonorris, milliexoxo and 2548,543 others
y/nusername life. đ
tagged: landonorris, milliexoxo
view all 1,888 comments
charlesgirlies can you tell zoĂŤ to stop growing so fast? đĽş
yukisan who's the other girl?
âł bott_ass their nanny
yukisan since when?
bott_ass girl how should I know? đ
norry4 cutest little kid on the block đ
milliexoxo â¤ď¸
mrsnorris once again lando hanging out with them..
âł norrizz okay and?
mrsnorris what about Charles? How would your bf react if you hang out with anorhers guy all the time?
norrizz pretty sure they broke up
mrsnorris sure because you know them personally right?
norrizz no girl because in one if her vlogs she's moving, she now lives in Nice without Charles or is that something couples do nowadays??
chilisainz so what if her and lando hang out, they're good friends! You should follow y/n a bit more before you judge them..zoĂŤ adores lando and the other way around. They're good friends
hamilt44n can't wait for bahrain in two weeks, hope I get a chance to meet you!
yourmumsuser my beautiful grand baby đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
landonorris we did in fact find nemo đ
âł y/nusername and now we've lost dory :(
milliexoxo we'll have to go to the aquariums again to look for her!
norrislandooo stop it why is this so cute?! đ
charliecharlie who's millie?
norrislandooo their nanny
charliecharlie why she look so young?
norrislandooo idk lmao y'all Charles girlies so obsessed with y/n and all the people she's hanging out with
milliexoxo I'm 19 that's probably why I look so young, thanks đ¤Š
norrislandooo oh god, she's one of us đ
â˝âââââââââââââââââââââââââĽ
â˝âââââââââââââââââââââââââĽ
y/nusername
đ bahrain
liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris and 555,465 others
y/nusername week 1. đ§đ
tagged: milliexoxo
yourmumsuser my pretty pretty grandbaby â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
norry4 y/n back on the tracks LFGOOOO
julieeeexo zoĂŤ is such a cute little thing đĽş
milliexoxo my cute little gurlfriend is stealing the show đ
âł landonorris just like her mum
norrizz lando norris get out of here, stop trying to flirt with the milfs for gods sake đ
manon_roux ma petite princesse me manque :( (missing my little monkey)
bott_ass can't wait to see you and jenson judge Danica on love tv đ
âł hamilt44n honestly can't wait for y/n to shut Danica up
charliecharlie I don't think jenson would've survived another season without y/n đ
charles_leclerc ma jolie princesse â¤ď¸ (my pretty princess)
â˝âââââââââââââââââââââââââĽ
â˝âââââââââââââââââââââââââĽ
y/nusername posted to their story
â˝âââââââââââââââââââââââââĽ
â˝âââââââââââââââââââââââââĽ
y/nusername
đ Saudi Arabia
liked by milliexoxo, landonorris and 478,745 others
y/nusername week 2. đ¸đŚ
view all 1,889 comments
milliexoxo okaaaasy mom đ
âł y/nusername đ
charlesgirlies millie >>>>> noelle
bott_ass millie >>>> manon
charlesgirlies millie is queen <3
milliexoxo stop it, the fame will get to my head đ
hamilt44n is zoĂŤ always so happy? đ
norrizz okay girl, I see the subtle hints đ
âł norry4 the nails đ
charles16 they're orange not mclaren colors..
norry4 same thing to me đ
charles16 y'all reaching too much, she's still with charles
norry4 it's alright bestie, I've been living in delulu land too, I'll help you through it
yukisan I love you mother, I hope you know that đĽ°
landonorris amazing photographer, could you tag him?
âł y/nusername @.lando.jpg
landonorris nice, great guy that is
landonorizz YOU'RE TELLING ME LANDO TOOK THAT SEXY ASS PICTURE?!
luhamilton I bet they make sex tapes đ
landonorrizz only fans when??? đ
â˝âââââââââââââââââââââââââĽ
â˝âââ��âââââââââââââââââââââĽ
â˝âââââââââââââââââââââââââĽ
y/nusername posted to their story
â˝âââââââââââââââââââââââââĽ
Desire taglist; @fangirl-dot-com @sainzluvrr @writingworlds @chezmardybum @lewisvinga @xjval @fanficweasley @rockyhayzkid @aundercover @thecubanator2 @minchedchilli @crimeshowjunkie @alisoncasey21 @eeviepepi08 @shamelesspotatos @sleepybrokenmelle @leireggsworld @janeholt3 @iamahalicinationn @dessxoxsworld @kapsylia @22yuki @dark-night-sky-99 @sheslikeacurse @nerdreader
Everything taglist; @thomaslefteyebrow @hopefulinlove @smoothopz @softboystarkey @honethatty12 @cixrosie @parkersmjs @ireadthensuetheauthors @celestialams @be-your-coffee-pot @heli991113 @kodzuvk @reality-is-a-con @80sloverry @bibissparkles @myescapefromthislife @lanando4 @elliegrey2803 @ravisinghs-wife @harrysdimple05 @minkyungseokie @pretty-little-bunny382728 @thatgirlthatreadswattpad @severewobblerlightdragon @cherry-piee @namgification
Lando taglist: @beatricemiruna @simp-for-fictional-people @landossainz @christianpulisic10 @bored-brunette2 @i83andrew
2K notes
¡
View notes
Lucifer with an artist reader
ăťâĽ Youâre hosting an art class, and the nude model is someone you never expected
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |
xx: itâs a long one yâall đ weâre still in the pre-dating era! Slowburn, anybody? Forget the crumbs, have the whole loaf of bread, my swans âşď¸
warning: brief mentions of nudity & mild swearing
After Luciferâs initial tour of the hotel, he started coming around much more often.
He was beginning to reconcile with his daughter, and that meant making up for all the years he had missed out due to his self-isolation.
When Lucifer came to the hotel for Charlie, he always made time for you.
At first, when you had still been busy working away at the paintings for the hotel, he had used the excuse that he was just coming over simply to âadmire the art.â
Nevermind that he crossed the entire hotel just to look at some paintings, but you never pried him about it. Youâd be lying if you said you werenât waiting in anticipation for his visits.
Sometimes, he would lean against the door frame in silence, watching as your brush glided across the surface of the canvas. He dared not to disturb you while you worked. Too afraid heâd cause you to slip up and place your brush in the wrong spot, ruining your piece.
He never would admit it, but the soft, feather-like strokes you made always seemed to lull him into a state of tranquil bliss.
If he had the opportunity to sit there for hours and watch you paint, heâd probably drift off into a peaceful sleep.
It was ASMR for the King of Hell.
You werenât always sure whether he was admiring the painting, or you. You were too concentrated on making a leaf of a tree, or the surface of the water just right to trace his gaze.
Youâd think with Lucifer being the embodiment of pride and his rank as ruler of the realm, heâd have demanded your attention instantly.
Instead, it was you who usually spoke first. âAre you going to sit down?â Youâd tease with a warm smile, greeting him with a bat of your eyelashes as you soaked your brush with fresh paint.
âOf course, I just wanted to see your progress, itâs looks beautiful as always.â
You had hummed a thanks as he strode over to the flat cushion in the middle of the room, and collapsed in it. He had now claimed it as his personal spot ever since he had first used it when you let him use his wings for reference.
Every time he made himself comfortable, he would exhale a large sigh of relief, like he just walked out of a noisy and over-stimulating circus show.
His tolerance for people in general was still pretty dicey, but here, in the quiet corner of the hotel, he could reset his mind.
And with you there? He didnât feel so lonely. Even in your silence, your presence and the multitude of large paintings leaning against the walls was all he needed to keep his mind from drifting off into darker thoughts.
âBoy, do you work fast. I canât imagine what Hell would like if you were the one running things.â
âProbably terrible,â You had laughed, âI may be able to create art under time constraints, but the pressure of an entire realm on my shoulders? Weâll let the super-powerful-fallen-angel deal with that.â
âThere goes my vacation,â He had sighed dramatically.
Sometimes, heâd catch you humming to an ancient tune, and every time heâd ask you about it.
âWhat song is this?â Heâd ask, genuine interest lacing his voice.
âInnsbruck, ich muss dich lassenâ
âIâm not even going to pretend to know what that meansâ
â âInnsbruck, I must leave theeâ ,â youâd laugh, âItâs a German song and is, you guessed it, from the Renaissance.â
âOh, right. Germany. Yeah, they were our biggest influx of souls back in the early 1900s,â He replied, âMustâve been fun people.â
You shook your head at that. Right, âFunâ, that was a rather.. surface-level take on what that country had gotten into during that period of time.
âYou should tell me more about the Renaissance.â Heâd ask with puppy-dog eyes, which always made you set down your brush and turn to him. A content smile spreading across your face.
Your knowledge of such a time always intrigued him, the Renaissance as a whole did. For so long, he had desperately clung onto the hope that some of humanity would go on to create great and beautiful things due to his actions. That his Fall wasn't all for nothing.
Slowly, that hope fizzled out, and Luciferâs growing delusion that Earth mirrored the sinful realm of Hell in more ways than one plagued his mind.
And then you appeared, passionate about Manâs most beautiful creations. Art, music, long-ago writings of sappy declarations of love in the form of poetry, and times when humanityâs intellectual and innovative nature flourished.
âIt was absolutely magnificent,â Youâd start, drawing from the depths of your mind all the imagery you could remember from when you were alive, âFilled with all kinds of artistic expression, painters that filled the ceilings of churches with heavenly imagery-â
Lucifer had snorted at that. This era in time had such a romanticized idea of what Heaven and their Creators were like. He pitied their ignorance.
â-and beautiful music. They were known for bringing to life a worldview known as Humanism. It was meant to bring back ancient philosophy â like from the Greeks â to uplift people to participate in the betterment of humanity, and to perpetuate much more virtuous actions. There must be a whole city full of them up there, I can't imagine anyone from that period ending up down here with how protective they were of their moral code.â
Heâd always listen attentively in silence as you educated him. Sometimes, heâd even pull out the classic yellow rubber duck toy he held so close to his heart, and begin to fiddle with it as you spoke.
When he worked on them in your room, heâd curate them especially for you.
âLook! This one can refill your palette with the bestest freshest paint!â Heâd exclaim as he wiggled it in the air, âAnd it still quacks!â
Every time, youâd pull up a cushion across the table from him, and rest your chin on your hand as you watched in amusement as he demonstrated his work.
In this instance, he squeezed the sides of the duck and it let out a pathetic Sqeaaooo and a glob of paint slid out of its mouth and plopped right onto the table. It splattered, leaving a few droplets on his pretty white overcoat.
Lucifer was a messy fella, and times like this made you growl quietly and reach for a wet cloth from your cleaning bucket. Hastily trying to rid his clothing of the bright red paint. Your movements across his sleeve made his body tense, and his breath quicken.
For someone who easily flustered you with abrupt acts of affection like the first time you met, Lucifer had the uncanny ability to turn his face as red as his cheek spots when you displayed such care towards him.
âIt's still a work in progress.â Heâd bashfully assure you every time something like that wouldnât go as planned.
Youâd wish Lucifer displayed such creativity outside of the yellow bath toy, but you promised yourself to help him down that path.
You could only imagine how many ideas this man had stored in that head of his, and you had a feeling youâd get him to wake up eventually. The thought of being there for him â with him, made your cheeks hot.
When it was finally time for him to leave the hotel â sometimes hours later, youâd walk him to the door of your little atelier and heâd turn to you, with that charming smirk and half-lidded look.
âArenât you going to say goodbye to Charlie?â You had ask, as he adjusted his hat and coat to depart.
âI already did before I got here,â he replied nonchalantly, as if you two existed in completely different buildings. Nevermind that she was a flight of stairs and a few halls away.
There were no more bold kisses to the limbs from him after your first meeting, to your displeasure. Even thinking about it gave you feelings that tugged painfully at your heartstrings and made you beg internally for more.
You desperately wished for him to softly hold your hand once more, to feel his lips graze your knuckles, to drink in the warmth of his touch.
Instead, he clutched his staff tightly, and dipped his hat to you.
âUntil next time, Darling,â his voice, like silk, had echoed as waves of gold surrounded him. In a blink of an eye, you were left alone once more. Your heart pounding just like the first time, and every time after that.
Today, your heart was pounding just as fast. Except there was no Lucifer in sight.
Three days ago, you got a call from a good friend of yours who ran an art studio on the other side of Pentagram City. She realized she had double booked her classes, and had begged you to take over one for them.
âIâve never taught anyone beforeâŚâ You had trailed off over the phone, apprehensive to the idea.
âNonsense! You are so well spoken, and youâre fantastic at this kind of stuff,â She exclaimed, âItâs not that hard, all you have to do is sit there while they trace the model and step in a few times to give them some tips on techniques. They arenât a beginner class, so they shouldnât need much instruction. Youâre also in charge of guiding the model with the poses, but I already have a sheet that has them all, so you just need to follow along.â
You stood there for a moment, thinking. This was something totally strange to you. What were art classes like in Hell, anyway?
âOh, AND they are going to be nude. At least partially, we make them cover their um, nether regions. That shouldnât be a problem for you, right? I mean, you get paid for it soâŚâ
Your friend trailed off, and the line went quiet for a moment as you mind raced. You looked around the now -empty atelier, your paintings finished and hung up around the hotel. You had nothing that was stopping you from doing it, not your skills, your time, or even the fact that the model was going to be exposed. You were in Hell, seeing someone like that was an almost daily occurrence. Telling her no just because of your nerves was a douchy thing to do, and you were far above that.
âFine.â You conceded.
âYAYY!!â She shrieked in happiness, and you had to yank the phone away from your ear before it could start to bleed.
The next few minutes were her telling you where, when, and what to do. You had listened intently, memorizing her words. You didnât want to make a fool out of yourself in front of strangers that you were teaching.
After hanging up the phone, had you went downstairs and to the hotelâs lobby to inform Charlie of your new job.
âIâm really sorry if this interferes with me working here, but I just couldnât leave her hanging.â
âPffft, itâs fine,â Charlie had waved it off, âYou accepting the position as my new interior design manager is more than enough, iâm just glad youâre getting out of your comfort zone like this!â
You sighed a breath of relief. Good, no issues. You were worried she would have said no, and the fact she knows about Lucifer visiting you? Well, you werenât sure how she was taking that. You never dared to ask, nor did she make any kind of indication her feelings about that.
âWhatâs it like?â She had asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.
âItâs nothing too bad, I think I might actually like it. I just help them with their techniques on mastering figure drawing by using a model as a reference. My friend says they are still looking for one to pose, so hopefully they find one in the next few days.â
âInterestinggggggâ Charlie responded, her eyes holding a mischievous glint to them. You could see the gears turning in her head, but what for, you had no clue. You didnât ask either.
You had spent the next few days preparing, you even had visited the studio. It was very pretty, and the room you were in was small, but rather homey. You had more confidence with your ability to lead the class now after locating specific areas of importance.
Which lead you to present day. You were hurriedly scrambling around the room, grabbing anything of necessity.
Your eyes jumped to the clock, and a squeak of panic escaped you as the classâ starting time got closer and closer. Finally placing the last pencil in your bag, you raced down the stairs, beelining for the door.
âWhere you going in such a rush, Hot Cakes?â Angel Dust called out to you from the bar, Husk next to him as he poured Angel another drink.
âTo class, do you know where Charlie or Alastor is?â You questioned them.
A rush of wind tickled your back, and you whipped around to see the Radio Demon himself looming behind you.
âHello, my friend!â Alastorâs toothy grin on full display.
âI heard you were looking for Charlie, unfortunately she left not too long ago. She said it was something of great importance, and that it could shape the future of the hotel. But do not worry, I am here to assist you!â
You placed your hands together into a praying motion, trying your best to appeal to the demonâs better nature. If he had one.
âCan you pretty, pretty please send me to the Regal Fortune Studio? Iâm doing a class there and I need to get there on time.â You begged.
Alastorâs eyes squinted in thought. Before his smile widened more than ever.
âAlright, I suppose so.â
You didnât get to utter a thank you before the demon snapped his fingers, and dark energy crackled around you. Cold suddenly gripped at your shoulders, and your vision blurred.
You squeezed your eyes shut, unsure of what would happen next.
âPlease donât kill me, please donât kill meâ
Suddenly, light hit your eyelids and you slowly opened them to see the studio before you, just steps away from the front door.
You exhaled a sigh of relief, before yanking open the door.ďżź
The door to the classroom was slightly ajar, and you could hear faint voices inside. Indicating that everyone but you was ready to begin.
You crossed the lobby, ready to pull on the handle of the door, before a slight movement in the corner of your eye caused you to turn your head.
At the far end of the room, you could partially see long, blonde hair sticking out into view. Then, you heard the stranger speak to herself. Quiet grumblings of a feminine voice as they berated themself.
You raised an eyebrow.. could it be?
âCharlie?â You asked slowly.
The stranger squeaked, their hair pulled out of view. You heard a thump against the wall, as though theyâve pressed themselves against it in an attempt to hide.
You slowly tip toed the hallway, before whipping your body around the corner, surprising the mysterious figure.
âCharlie!â You shrieked in surprise at the sight of her, crouched against the wall. Her eyes widened in shock, and she let out a shriek of her own. Her eyes darted around, before she pulled herself up to meet your gaze.
âOh my gosh heyyyyy, I didnât expect to see you here!â She mocked innocence.
âBullshit,â you retorted, âI told you where I was going like three days ago. Why are you really here?â
Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she bit her lip. As if she was deciding whether to tell you the truth, or another lie.
Suddenly, she let go of the breath she held, her shoulders dropping in defeat.
âOkay.. the truth is, when you told me you were hosting an art class I was so thrilled! For you, of course. But then, I thought about how much you and my dad were getting along! Then, I thought about how you guys seemed to have the shared interest of art. So I.. told him about the class?â
âAnd?â You questioned, irritation lacing your voice. You really did not have time for this.
âAnd I told him about how you were still looking for a model, and you know how he is. He doesnât have a problem doing things like that in front of people, and heâs getting better at being around people in general..â
You gripped Charlie by her shoulders when she trailed off again, shaking her.
âSpit it out! What about your dad?!â
âHE AGREED TO BE THE MODEL FOR YOUR CLASS BUT I HAD NO IDEA THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE NUDE UNTIL WE SHOWED UP BUT HE JUST SAID GOODBYE AND WALKED INTO THE BACK ROOM!!â
You stopped dead, your breath caught in your throat. You turned your head slightly, eyeing the classroom door.
âYour dad⌠is in there⌠naked?â You finally managed to get the sentence out, your gaze returning to Charlie in a look of disbelief.
This was a joke, right? There was noooo way you were going to walk in there a minute and see Lucifer there. This was just a terrible (-bly good?) dream.
Charlie nodded in defeat, her head hung low.
âI donât even have the mental strength to go in there. I couldnât stop him, even if I wanted to. He was dead set on this.â
You rubbed a hand along your face, gathering your thoughts.
âWell, thereâs no stopping it now,â You said, rolling your shoulders in preparation, âGuess I have a class to teach.â
âHave fun..?â Charlie smiled innocently at you. Her plan was working, after all.
You shot her a glare before crossing the lobby once more, and pulled open the door. You stepped inside, breath hitched, and gently shut the door behind you.
In front of you, four older women sat behind easels with a blank white canvas attached. If they noticed your arrival, they didnât show it. Instead, they giggled in the direction of the slightly lifted stage. You couldnât see who was on the stage, but the familiar voice with giddy amusement told you exactly who it was.
âYouâre finally here!â Lucifer called, and you did nothing but stand there for a moment.
Straightening your back, you exhaled a deep breath, and walked forward. Right past the stage. You kept your eyes in front of you, ignoring the golden gaze that trailed your figure.
You positioned yourself between the platform and the women who had finally stopped giggling and whispering to each other, and cleared your throat.
âHello, everyone. Iâm your instructor for today, unfortunately Renee couldnât be here today. Weâll be going over the usual though, figure drawing with the model present today.â
You squeezed your eyes shut, before opening them with renewed energy.
Slowly, you turned on your heels and pivoted in the direction of the platform. Your eyes widening at the sight.
Before you, on a long, red couch lay the King of Hell. Lucifer Morningstar, in all his glory. Shirtless, with no pants in sight. Thankfully, a thin, barely-hiding-anything sheet covered his waist section.
You met his gaze, a playful smirk etched on his lips. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, gauging for a reaction.
You made sure not to give him one. If he thought he was going a reaction from you in front of all these people, he was wrong.
âLetâs start by doing a quick sketching exercise, take about ten minutes to do your best and draw the model in front of you. Once the timer goes off, weâll review and go over some techniques, before switching to a much longer pose.â
You clicked the timer, and the faint ticking of its gears cemented you into reality.
âIs that Lucifer?â One of the ladies whispered to her friend a chair over. Her friend shrugged, âI have no idea.. but boy, is he handddssoomee.â
You pressed your lips together, trying to ignore their gossip.
Sitting in the chair farthest from the group, you crossed your arms, your gaze resting on the floor. Was he looking at you right now?
You sat there for a moment, before realizing you couldnât ignore him forever. He was the model after all. Soon youâd have to be helping him change poses anyway.
You looked up, drinking in the view. He was lazily leaning against the back of the velvet couch,
His hair, with no hat to cover it, stuck to his face messily with sweat. As he adjusted his head, a few strands of curls fell in front of his eyes. His intense stare slightly masked.
Was the room getting hot, or was it just you?
His eyes were locked on you, that stupid smirk still on his face. You sent daggers back to him.
He replied with a wave of his fingers.
You refused to let yours eyes travel any farther than his face, not ready for what kind of images your mind would give you regarding what was underneath the sheet.
âDid you know the Renaissance was pretty famous for constantly expanding its artistic art forms?â A voice smooth as butter filled the silence.
What the hell was he doing?!
âBelieve it or not, the naked human was a very big inspiration for many of their paintings. No sheet in sight.â
Some of the women perked up in interest at Luciferâs words. You couldnât tell if they were actually interested in what he had to say, or just to hear his voice as it commanded the roomâs attention.
âFor an era so virtuous,â He teased the last part, reminding you of your discussion days earlier, âThey so did love their scandalous marble status.â
He let that sink in, and you rolled your eyes dramatically at him. You couldnât believe this was how Charlie planned on setting the two of you up.
A candle lit romantic dinner? Nah. A trip to the movies? Boring, apparently.
Were you against the idea of getting closer with the âBig Boss of Hellâ? Of course not! He made you laugh and was actually interested in your ideas. This was just not how you expected it to go down.
âKeep talking, pretty boy!â One called from behind her easel.
Before he could speak again, the timer shrieked in your palm. You shot up from your seat, clasping your hands together loudly.
You turned your back to Lucifer as you began instructing the class, showing them a few techniques on how to straighten their lines, and how to hold their pencil just the right way that would give them a much thicker line for specific parts of the body.
âAlright, now, weâre going to have the model switch positions.â
Grabbing the paper that held all the different poses, you held it out to him, your finger tapping against the specific one in question. It showed the figure in a front facing view, one hand closed in a fist supported their chin, the other tucked neatly underneath. As if they were listening intently to some hot gossip.
âIâm afraid I canât see whatâs on the paper. Perhaps, if you come a little closer and show me?
You groaned internally, he was enjoying this too much. You strided over to him. His gaze followed you, his grin only widening as you closed in on where he laid.
âYou need to turn facing them,â You commanded the King himself. He pivoted, his body fully facing the group of gawking onlookers. He gave them a wink, and they hid behind their easels, their whispers fast and beathless.
âNow, you have to move your arm.. like this.â You spoke, reaching out one hand. You hesitated for a minute. Youâve never been so.. upfront with like this.
Reaching down, you gently circled your fingers around his wrist. Slowly, you allowed your hand to slip down, reaching his forearm.
His body was hot to the touch, and you felt like melting right then and there. Maybe it was time just to accept defeat, this man was just too good looking.
You felt the muscles of his arms shift, and you halted for a half a second.
Did he just tense?
Maybe you werenât the only one who could be teased.
You guided his arm forward, and then up. Sliding your fingers, ever so gently, around his knuckles. You squeezed, and his hand enclosed into a fist. You guided it underneath his chin.
âTouchy today, arenât we?â He spoke quietly to you, his voice dripping with velvet allure as you positioned him as the image on the paper showed.
âYou be quiet.â You scolded him, trying your best to bring on your most serious face.
His quiet chuckle in response made you drop the face instantly. It was obvious you were pretty bad at this kind of thing, at least compared to Lucifer.
You grabbed his other arm, and gently tugged it underneath. Letting it lay neatly below him.
Taking a step back, you admired your work.
You were going to return to your seat, before a thought crossed your mind. You took a step forward, closing in on Lucifer again.
âAnd one more thingâŚâ You started.
Using two fingers, you grazed the bottom of his chin, firmly pressing upward. Instinctually, his head followed the motion. He met your eyes, his gaze intensifying.
âGood boy.â You teased, your voice laced with a hint of sultry satisfaction.
You didnât miss his pupils dilating into slits and his breath hitching slightly. You just turned on your heels, not giving him a second glance before returning to your seat.
You tilted your head at him slightly, looking at him through your eyelashes. Your lips curling into a provocative smirk as you gripped the timer.
Maybe now this would be an even match.
âBegin.â
Time flew by once more, and this time, Lucifer refused to meet your gaze. Instead, he was purely focused on the easels in front him.
âTell me, my dear artist,â He began, addressing the demon woman before him. Her eyes widened when she realized he was speaking to her.
âIf we were back in the Renaissance, would I make quite the muse?â
âPardon?â The lady asked timidly, her voice coming out in a whisper.
âHow about a statue? Think about that. Tall, Marble-skinned, and⌠lacking this rather uncomfortable cloth.â
The womanâs face turned bright red. Her mouth opened and closed, her tongue refusing to cooperate. Lucifer knew how to play this game well.
Then, he turned his head to you.
âWhat about you, stranger? Would you think iâd look good in such a form?â
You crossed your legs, leaning back in your chair.
âIf the statue could stay quiet, while the class finished their work. Then, perhaps.â
The angel huffed, averting his gaze. He blew a few strands of hair out of his face, before continuing his blank stare at the wall.
The timer in your palm rang once more. You lifted yourself out of the chair. This was it, the last pose.
You strided back to Lucifer, his smoldering gaze on your figure as you approached.
For this pose, he needed to be off his stomach. You werenât going to roll him like a log, or go anywhere near his torso. That was too brazen of an act for you to commit to, at least with all the eyes on you. Instead, you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the white sheet. You tugged with all your might.
With an oomph he rolled along with it, he shoulder blades digging into the cushions as he landed exactly where you wanted.
Before the ladies could get even a glimpse, you hurriedly adjusted the sheet back onto him.
âImpressive, bending the devil himself to your will.â He commented as you continued to adjust his arms.
Ignoring him, you moved onto his legs, positioning them slightly.
âCareful~â He chided.
You said nothing to that either. Once he was in the correct pose, you released him. You glanced at his hair, now messily covering his face.
You reached forward and, splaying your fingers, pushed his hair back behind his head. You let your nails softly graze his scalp before you tugged them free.
âSorry, canât have your curls covering your face for the girls back there.â
âI bet they wished they were in your position,â Lucifer hummed âFew rarely are.â
You chuckled softly, âPlease, the view looks better from back there.â
He let out an audible âHa!â as the words left your lips and you turned away from him once more. You knew that mustâve stung, sending a blow to the prideful kingâs ego.
Thirty minutes went by as you sat there, you spent more time examining your hands than meeting the gaze of the angel across the room.
This had turned into quite an eventful class, you couldnât lie. You also didnât expect such a shameless attitude from Lucifer, he was much more timid back in your painting room. Perhaps there was a side of him you still had yet to meet.
To be honest, sitting here, watching the clock tick by, you were pretty surprised this man had managed to stay near-perfectly still these past few hours.
Another thirty, and the timer rang its last chime. You had been positioned behind the drawing ladies, giving them critiques on their work.
You ignored the fact it was Lucifer you kept staring at on their canvas, instead simply regarding it as charcoal lines in need of straightening.
You wished them farewell at the doorway as they left. You hoped they had at least a pleasant time, since theyâd have at least a good story to tell to their girlfriends over the phone.
Shutting the door with a soft thud, you sat there for a moment before your shoulders dropped in exhaustion. You honestly werenât used to that kind of atmosphere, since your work consisted of you alone in a quiet room all day.
Taking a few steps backwards farther into the room, your gaze landing on the couch atop the platform. It was empty. Your eyes widened, did Lucifer just leave you here?
You rushed out of the classroom and strode into the lobby, searching for any signs of him.
âWow, that little sneaky piece of-â
âIâm right here.â Came a familiar voice behind you.
You jumped, whipping around to find Lucifer dressed fully. Hat and all. Now this is what you were used to. Crossing your arms, you raised an eyebrow.
âWhat was that back there?â You motioned to the room behind you.
âMy daughter invited me to look good in front of people and I did an outstanding job, as usual.â
âAs the model? You couldnât have just used your position as King to get a spot behind the easel instead?â
Lucifer grinned widely, leaning back against the wall. Could this have been his plan, and not Charlieâs? Now you werenât so sure.
âUnfortunately, not many of us have a skill as perfected as yours with a brush.â
You accepted that praise. You had worked hard for it.
âAnd, not many people have as great of a photogenic face as me. So, weâre square.â
You chuckled, shaking your head as you walked away. Lucifer kept pace as you both exited the studio, heading toward the curb.
âThat reminds me,â Lucifer halted, reaching into his pocket to fish for something.
You stopped beside him, the mystery item in his coat pocket piquing your interest.
âI fixed it!â He held the the paint-vomiting rubber duck out to you, wiggling it in delight.
âYou did?â
âThatâs right. This bad boy can now pop out six different colors, you just have to pull its beak.â
âThat actually really cool,â You laughed, taking the rubber toy from him. You turned it in your hands, maybe later youâd pretty it up with some fresh paint.
You looked up at him again, his golden eyes shimmering from the bright neon backdrop. You have much more to say to him, but your thoughts were jumbled from the day. There was one, though.
âYou know, next time you should just ask.â You gripped the duck firmly in the palm of your hand, lowering your arm.
âAsk what?â
âDonât play dumb with me, Luci. Youâre telling me you hijacked my class because you had a change in career choice?â
His smile turned playful again, and he pivoted to face you, shrugging nonchalantly.
âMaybe, maybe not. That depends if iâll be seeing you next week?â His eyes met yours with a questioning stare.
You gave him a warm-hearting smile, nodding your head.
âAs always.â
His smile widened, and with a tap of his staff. Golden waves cascaded around you. It wasnât cold, like Alastors. Instead, it was warm and relieving, like face planting into your pillows after an exhausting day.
As your vision began to obscure, you saw his face peak into the cascades of light, his hand reaching forward.
âI almost forgot.â His voice echoed, distorted by the magic as it circled them.
His hand enclosed around your own, and planted a kiss right onto your wrist. His lips lingered for a moment, as did his grip around your hand, as if your time together was too fleeting to let go.
You promised silently it wasnât.
The light rushed over you suddenly, and you had to squeeze your eyes shut to keep from being blinded. Luciferâs touch vanishing with your sight.
Feeling your feet planting on solid ground, your eyes widened to familiar surroundings of the hotel lobby. You were home, and Lucifer was no where in sight.
âHey, Hot Cakes!â Angel Dust called, still seated in the same spot at the bar, âHowâd it go?â
ââââââ
đ¤ alright, let me know what you think of this!! your comments are appreciated, esp if you have any ideas on what to do next!
đ the kisses are getting higher! part 3?
2K notes
¡
View notes
JJK men with a big-chested reader
Pairings: Nanami x reader; Geto x reader (nsfw); Yuji/Sukuna x reader; Gojo x reader
Word Count: 4,4k (she's big)
Warnings: THIS IS A FIC WITH A BIG-CHESTED READER! so if this triggers you, don't read it (especially in Sukuna's part, you might get triggered when having smaller boobs so just do me a favor and don't read it instead of leaving a sassy comment), boob play in Geto's part so nsfw, in general harassment but big old fluff from your faves, not proofread bc I have my final exam tomorrow - hope you enjoy! đ¤
Special thanks to one of my moots for letting me turn her cleavage into a cover for this fic - you look STUNNING + thank you to everyone who sent me their experiences for this!
Since I'm not big-chested myself, I'm calling all my big boobie girlies to leave me a lil review about this fic - it would literally help me so much đ
Click here to get to the small-chested version
Nanami Kento
You sigh to yourself, too exhausted to even stand up straight anymore. Today was like a trip to hell and back. All those fucking curses, the death, the horror. You rub your tired eyes, the stinging pain in your back reminding you more than urgently that you have been up for way too long.
âYou look tired, darling. Go change and get into bed with me.â
Oh, that deep voice behind you, the voice you learned to love to the moon and back. How did it even happen that a man like Nanami Kento was seeking interest in you? What was it that made a man like him even look your way? Youâve known each other for quite some time, seeing each other on missions from time to time. But when you began to work at Jujutsu High, everything changed so fast that you couldnât keep up. And now youâre sitting here in his bedroom, watching in awe as he crawls into bed with nothing but his boxer shorts on.
You would love to get out of your uniform right now, But most importantly, you urge to take off that soaking wet bra that has been bugging you since afternoon. You have no choice, though. With a large chest like yours, it simply isnât possible to leave the house for missions without extra support. You glance at him while he reads in his book, your gaze falling to your chest.
This isnât exclusively about missions and you know it. Even though youâve been together for a few months now, you were never brave enough to show Kento your breasts. Not without a bra, let alone completely naked. Just the thought of him seeing how your big breasts fall down when they slip out of their bra shells, the look on his face when he realizes that you donât look like those large-chested models with their boobs standing like mountains. Yours definitely donât. And you fucking hate it.
âI know that look on your face. You are uncomfortable, arenât you?â
His soft voice rips you out of your pondering immediately. Fuck, he caught you again.
âNoâŚI meanâŚYes, kindaâŚâ
You canât lie into his gorgeous face, not even when the truth makes you feel so uncomfortable. Oh, how much you wished you look the way he deserves it with delicious female curves that suit his flawless appearance. But as soon as you look down, you just know how awful your boobs will look when set free. So youâll do what you do every night: wait until Kento is asleep to finally take off your bra only to set an alarm in the morning to get up before him and put it back on.
âI always wondered why you are waiting until I sleep to take off your bra and put it back on before my alarm goes off.â
You canât help but stare at him, mind racing while your palms start to get sweaty. Fuck, how did he even notice? No, why did you ever think he wouldnât? Kento cares about you like none other, never pushed you to take off your shirt, never failed to ask you how youâre feeling.
âListen, darling.â
He gets off the bed and kneels down in front of the chair you are sitting on, gently taking your hand into his.
âI just want to make sure you feel comfortable around me. Am I the reason that you donât want to take your bra off? I can see clearly how uncomfortable it makes you feel.â
âNo!â, you blurt out immediately.
Calm down your tingling nerves, this is ridiculous. You stare blankly at your hands intertwined with his.
âI meanâŚIt has nothing to do with you, itâs me.â
âHow is this about you, love? There is no reason for you to feel uncomfort-â
âIâm afraid.â
You swallow hard. Are you oversharing? Will he laugh at you for something so ridiculous? But what if he sees you naked at some point, his gaze dropping to your chest only to be greeted by your large hanging chest? You can imagine the look of disgust on his face, how he turns away from you, how-
âHey, look at me darling. Look at me and tell me whatâs wrongâ
He cups your cheek gently, forces your haunted eyes to look at him, to stare into his orbs filled with sincerity. There is no way out of this, you canât lie into his gorgeous face.
âWhen I take my bra of my breasts justâŚhang. Itâs even visible through my t-shirtâŚâ, you mumble, cheeks redder than the devil.
Thick silence hangs between both of you, his gaze still as soft as before. What is going on inside his head? Is he secretly laughing at you, does he even care about what you have to say?
âLet me make a few things clear.â
He lifts himself off the ground and pulls you up. You squint your eyes, mind racing over why on earth he made you stand up. Is he going to leave, to laugh?
âFirst of all: I love you just the way you are. I love your gorgeous smile, the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you carry yourself. And I love your breasts-â
âYou didnât even see them yet.â
âI donât have to in order to know thatâ, he continues.
âNothing makes me sadder than seeing you uncomfortable each and every night before going to bed. Of course, I donât know for sure, but I imagine it to be really painful after some time. Isnât it digging into your skin?â
Oh, you think about the countless times the sweat underneath your bra made you almost go insane, the red streaks that visibly show where the wire cut into your skin all day.
âIt kinda isâŚâ, you confirm with low voice.
âDonât do this to yourself. I adore you just the way you are and I am dying to see you laying comfortably in your t-shirt next to me. So please, would you allow me to take it off for you?â
Your eyes widen in pure shock. Is this a bad joke, is he just teasing you? No, this is Nanami Kento. And the way he gazes at you with nothing but affection gleaming in his eyes tells you that heâs telling the true, that this is what he wants right now. But are you ready to expose yourself like this? What if heâs still disgusted after saying all those nice words?
You let your head fall against his chest, breathe in his delicious scent. A voice deep inside you tells you to stop, to just relax inside his arms. This is the man who chose you out of all people, who stood by your side no matter what. Kento proved more than once that he loves you dearly, never made you feel the slightest bit bad about yourself.
âGo aheadâŚâ, you mutter against his chest.
His hands wander up your back gently, make shivers run down your spine until he reaches the clasp of your bra. Your heart simply stops when he unclips it through the fabric of your shirt. You fade into darkness as soon as his hands wander up to your shoulders, slide down the thick straps and pull down your bra until he finally lands on the floor.
Slowly, he takes a step back and picks it off the ground.
âYou will never have to wear this again when you are home with me, okay? Not when it makes you feel so uncomfortableâ, he gently speaks out.
You stare in awe while he carefully places your big bra over the chair and returns in an instant to pull you close against his chest.
âCome on, letâs go to sleep.â
âYeahâ, you mumble, body slowly but surely getting flooded by warmth.
âGoing to bed sounds goodâŚâ
Geto Suguru
You feel hot but at the same time cold, turned on but at the same time scared. This is it, the moment youâve been waiting for. At this very moment, none other than Suguru Geto is laying on top of you, kissing you so passionately that you forget how to breathe.
What an overwhelming feeling it is to call him your boyfriend for a few months now. Such a kind and loving man, always looking out for you, giving you the time you needed for this to finally happen. You couldnât believe your own ears when whimpering that you want him, that you are ready.
But are you really ready for showing him that part of your body? The part that began too grow way too early in your life, the part youâve always got picked on by all the other girls.
âLook, there she is! She looks like a cow ready to milk!â
âThat cleavageâŚSheâs literally begging for it, what a bitch.â
âEw, are those pimples on your tits?â
You know you are better than that, that your big breasts just belong to you and that you should love yourself just the way you are. But with none other than Suguru laying on top of you, his hands slowly but surely coming dangerously close to your breastsâŚ
âWaitâ, you breathe out, haunted eyes making Suguru stop in his tracks in an instant.
âDid I do something wrong? If you donât want to, we donât-â
âNo, this is great. I- ⌠I waited so long for this. But I just wanted to let you know thatâŚâ
You swallow hard. Are you acting ridiculous, destroying the moment with your behaviour? Suguruâs chocolate brown orbs donât show a hint of annoyance. Instead, he gently strokes your hair while waiting for you to move on.
He deserves to know it
âI might not have the nicest boobs. They are big, but not well formed like the ones of those models. I tend to sweat a lot underneath them, my skin breaks out from time to time and my nipples might be-â
âStop that right now, (y/n).â, Suguru gently interrupts you with a grin.
But it doesnât look like the grin of the girls who picked on you for years. No, this grin is filled with warmth and loves, fills you with what feels like confidence. After all, he said that he loves you just the way you are over and over, right? Still, he didnât even see your boobs. What if he changes his mind?
âThere is absolutely nothing, and I mean NOTHING about you that isnât âniceâ. I donât care about what the chest of random models looks like, to be honest I donât care about anyone but you. And you are everything I want, you are everything I see, you are everything I love.â
His words make you tear up in an instant, send your whole body into space. As long as you can remember, no one ever said really nice things about your breasts and therefore you. You were either insulted or sexualized. But that force of a man on top of youâŚHe just looks into your eyes that are filled with nothing but warmth. This man means every word he says.
âWell, thatâs coolâ, you mutter without even thinking about your words, lost in the sheer sight of his sincere eyes.
There is no one in the world you want to show your boobs more. Like in trance, you pull up the hem of your shirt and let it fall to the floor mindlessly.
âAre you okay with me touching them?â, he purrs against your ear.
A silent whimper escapes your lips while you simply nod, whole body on fire where it touches his. Painfully slow, he lets his hands wander down your hair onto your shoulders, trace the line of your collarbones until he reachesâŚ
Your breasts.
What an unknown feeling. But oh, what a sensation as well. You arch your back out of instinct while he massages your breasts, the feeling of his fingertips against your still skin alone simply driving you insane.
God, who would have thought youâd ever hear Geto Suguru moan against your ear by just looking, touching, squeezing your boobs? His eyes are darkened by lust, the way his heart pounds against his ribcage echoes through your very own body.
âYou look absolutely gorgeous. I canât stop looking at you, (y/n).â
You feel like flying, fainting, losing your balance. There is no doubt in the fact that this man adores you the way you are, that your constant fear of him not liking your large chest was more than unfounded.
âSoâŚyou donât mind the way my breasts look?â, you whimper underneath his bittersweet touch.
âMore than that, I adore youâ, he replies in an instant. âAnd now, let me see you in your full glory.â
Yuji/Sukuna
Youâre back feels like it might break every minute, shirt dripping in sweat in the sheer heat of the summer sun. You just want to get out of here, away from those disgusting people, back into your dorm. How stupid it was to leave Jujutsu High on your own for a little stroll through the city. Without the protection of Maki or Nobara, without any good friend who shields you from all the unwanted looks your large chest attracts. While most people think it must be a blessing, it definitely is a curse to you 80% of the time.
Just like right now.
âCome on, I just asked for one grab!â, a guy shouts after you.
Out of instinct, you pick up your pace, not even daring to turn around. What did you even do to catch his attention? You gaze down at your breasts that uncomfortably bounce up and down in the way too tight bra you are wearing today. No, you did absolutely nothing wrong. Itâs just these disgusting people who seem to see nothing but the size of your chest.
âWhy would you want to touch her? She looks like a cowâ, the girl next to him comments along with an ugly laugh, making your heart sting in an instant.
âWhat a slutâ, another voice mutters.
âOh, I didnât know you are out today! How are you, (y/n)?â
Your heart almost stops inside of your chest, hands beginning to tremble in an instant. No, not him. Not right here when these people are chasing you. If thereâs someone you donât want to hear those things about you, itâs Yuji Itadori.
âJ-justâŚl-leaveâ, you stutter.
âHuh? But I just met you! Would you like to watch a movie with me?â
âLook, the cow brought her friends!â
âDo you think heâll get in her pants today?â
âWhat a lucky bastard, Iâd love to touch them just onceâŚâ
Yujiâs face drops in an instant when realizing their words are directed towards you.
âHey, thereâs no need to be rudeâ, he begins but gets stopped by uncontrollable laughter immediately.
You want to die right here on the spot, disappear from the surface of earth. As if being treated like this wasnât enough, why does it have to be Yuji who witnesses it all?
âStep aside, loser. Let me handle that.â
Sukuna leans forward in his throne, thick anger rising inside of his chest. You, the one who caught his eye when he first saw you. You, with the immense powers. You, with a dangerous mind that could end wars. Who are these people to talk to you in this manner?
âAre you crazy? I definitely wonât let you out right nowâ, Yuji replies in an instant.
âYou arenât able to help her brat, now get lost!â
âI wonât let you-â
Enough.
âNow who exactly do you losers think you are, huh?â
That voice, that aura? Your mouth feels dry like the desert in an instant, eyes widen in pure shock. No, this is impossible, Yuji is in control over his body, this canât be-
âWith tits like yours, I would be jealous of someone gorgeous like her as wellâ, he spits at one of the girls following you.
âAnd you.â
With a swift motion, he grabs on of the guyâs wrists roughly. Just a little more pressure and it will snap.
âP-please. Donât!â, you shout after him.
Urgh, why does your begging voice make his grip loosen in an instant, what is it about you that made him switch with this brat anyway?
âWere you really just trying to touch her chest? Thinking just because she has a big chest, you are allowed to touch her, to sexualize her, huh? You humans disgust me with your simple desiresâ, Sukuna continues.
âIf it wasnât for her unshakable character, I would kill every single one of you right on the spot. But for now-â
In the matter of seconds, all their arms hang in unhealthy directions, visibly broken by the sheer force of none other than Ryomen Sukuna.
You want to scream at him, want to run away, want to get away from this place. But on the other hand, a warmth fills your chest. Did the king of curses just stand up for you, protect you from their rude comments?
âGet goingâ, he barks at you.
âThis was unnecessaryâ, you mumble.
âAnd give Yuji back.â
âYou should be thankful, (y/n). They will worship you for the rest of your life.â
âNo, they will be scared of you for the rest of their livesâ, you clarify, hands still trembling.
âSo what? Nobody gets away with insulting you over your perfect body. Especially not over the size of your chest. How ridiculousâŚâ
You canât believe your ears, eyes darting towards him in an instant while you turn redder than a tomato. Did he just say that you areâŚperfect?
âYou didnât mean thatâ, you breathe out.
âOh god Iâm so sorry (y/n). Did he hurt you?â, the familiar voice of Yuji cries out.
Calm down your tingling nerves, your pounding heart. Sukunaâs gone. SukunaâŚstood up for you. Sukuna said you have a perfect body.
What?
âN-Noâ, you stumble.
How are you supposed to get over this?
Gojo Satoru
Finally. You sit in front of the bar, excited by the smell of alcohol and cheap perfume that hangs in the air. After working your ass off for what felt like an eternity, you decided to use your day off right. You put on the dress that fits you best, packed your purse and went into the first bar youâve seen.
Damn, when was the last time you were out on your own? With all your friends being out of town for vacation, this definitely is new.
âNot badâ, you mutter to yourself, eyes roaming around people making out, heartfelt laughter and a group of women sipping on their cocktails.
A cocktail, exactly what you need today.
âHey, Iâd love to order somethingâ, you speak out when the waiter finally comes cross you.
What a lucky day, they even have your favourite cocktail in store. Youâre usually not the type of girl to go out on yourself, but these last months, you truly learnt how enjoyable time can be with yourself as your only company. You smile to yourself. Yeah, this is definitely something you could get used to.
âThere you goâ, the friendly male announces and places the glass filled with joy in front of your hungry eyes.
You gift him the sweetest smile you have before taking a sip. Oh, this tastes absolutely amazing.
âIâve never seen a woman like you alone in a place like this.â
Your heart drops to the floor in an instant, hands holding onto your glass tightly. Ew, a man is certainly the last thing you want to hear right now with the bartender being the only exception. Instead of even looking his way, you just take another sip of your well-mixed cocktail, the music blasting out of the boxes might make him think you canât hear him and leave.
Honestly, there arenât many things that creep you out more than men approaching you. Since youâve reached puberty and your breasts starting to grow bigger and bigger, it almost felt as if you werenât a person anymore. With rare exceptions here and there, most of them only talked to you because of one thing:
Your boobs.
Is the man sitting next to you one of them?
âHey, Iâm talking to you, gorgeous.â
Your whole body tenses up in an instant, eyes darting towards him by the sound of his harsh voice.
âExcuse me, Iâm not up for a talkâ, you bite back.
While you did meet genuinely nice men and have some male friends, the one sitting next to you certainly is one of the other categories. God, how much you hate it, being looked down at and reduced to the size of your breasts. You canât even count how many times youâve got commented on them, how many men and women just shamelessly stared at your bust instead of your face while talking to you. Itâs safe to say you have enough of all of this.
âA woman who presents what she has like that is up for a talk and far more than that. Why would you come here dressed like a slut if you donât want me to talk to you?â
Your breath gets stuck in your throat, all thoughts vanish into thick air. This disgusting guy with his beard filled with crumbs and breath stinking like the cheapest beer is definitely up for no good. You, dressed like a slut? You wear a basic black dress, the only one your boobs didnât fall out when trying it on. What the hell is this creep talking about?
âJust because my boobs are big doesnât mean Iâm a slut. Watch how you talk to meâ, you bite back.
âI talk however I want to a bitch like you. Are you up to go somewhere moreâŚprivate?â
The scene that lays itself out in front of Gojoâs eyes is hard to bear. He doesnât even know the woman in the black dress sitting in front of the bar, let alone the guy sitting next to her. But just one look into your disgusted face is enough to know that something isnât right. How you cross your arms in front of your chest, your eyes filled with horror, the way you scoop backwards with every word this man says. Are you okay? He shouldnât let other peopleâs business bother him. Fuck, wasnât he here to get his mind off saving everyone all the time? Nah, he should enjoy his evening, drink that new whiskey they offer, just relax and-
You arenât even able to comprehend what is happening next to you. He stretches out his hand, ready to touch your breasts without consent when another pair of hands stops him mid-air.
âI think the lady said no. Donât ya think itâs a little over the top to go into a bar and touch a womanâs boobs?â
His voice might sound playful, but your blood freezes inside of your veins by the power he radiates. Just one glance into his face tells you he is like no men youâve ever met.
âIâŚSheâŚShe said she wanted it to!â, the crumble beard tries to defend himself.
âI said what? Are you out of your fucking mind!? I told you to leave me alone and you harassed me!â, you clarify in harsh tone.
Oh, how much youâd love to break his nose right now, to give him a taste of his own medicine. But the white-haired man seems to have the same plans.
âA guy like you wouldnât end up with her anyway. That lady has class. And you, my friend, are just a disgusting pervert. Are you touching other women too without consent? Isnât your first time, huh?â
With a swift motion, he begins to twist the manâs hand around itself. He whines out in pain in an instant, face twisted just like yours before when he talked you down.
âLet me go!â, he cries out in visible discomfort.
âThis is what you get for treating a lady so badly. You can be glad she even looked your way.â
When he gifts you a sly grin, you canât help but blush. What is it about this man that feels so different, so damn inviting? He seems like no other men youâve met before. And the fact that he just called you ladyâŚWhy do your knees suddenly feel weak?
âNow repeat after me: I.am.sorry.for.disrespecting.you.â
âI will not apologize to a girl whoâs dressed like a slut!â
A loud crack makes the already muted room go completely silent, the violent scream coming out of this manâs mouth when his wrist breaks like spaghetti echoing through the room.
âWrong answerâ, the white-haired man purrs.
âHey, would you mind just taking the trash out?â, the barkeeper questions.
âDid you hear that, dirty boy? Let me show you the way!â
âAre you alright? I didnât even notice he was harassing you. Iâm so sorryâ, the bartender speaks out towards you.
âOh, itâs okay.â
You arenât even able to give him a real answer, eyes glued on the white-haired man who carries your harasser out like trash.
Like in trance you get back on your feet and follow him out into the cool air of the night.
âHave a nice evening!â, he friendly shouts after the man who sprints down the streets like a coward, as fast away as possible.
âYou definitely scared the shit out of himâ, you comment.
âHe definitely deserved it. Are you okay?â
âYeah, Iâm used to shit like thatâ, you reply with a huff.
âBut normally, they arenât this disgusting.â
âI hate to hear that. You seem like a genuinely badass and nice person. You didnât deserve his words.â
âNot as nice as my knight in shining armour who stopped him from touching my boobs.â
He lets out a heartfelt laughter, bright blue orbs set on you.
âHey, what about me escorting you back home? Iâm totally in the mood to beat up any other men who gets in your way.â
âOnly if you let me join, thoughâ, you challenge him.
âDefinitely a deal. Hey, whatâs your name?â
â(y/n)â
â(y/n), huh? Cool name, suits you right? My nameâs Gojo Satoru. Nice to meet you.â
He stretches out his hand in front of you, inviting you to take it. You canât help but smile at his sheer excitement. No, you just have to take his warm hand into yours and shake it.
âLetâs get you home, okay?â
Tags: @arehzhera @ploylulla @tzubaki @beatrexworld @hellkaiserinphoenix @lauv4chuuya @shadowfoxey @starlightanyaaa @sindela @kayleegomez @sunshine7queen @magalimachete @gatitam @idontknow1123 @creative1writings @sanicsmut @mynahx3 @sad-darksoul @chilichopsticks @hellkaiserinphoenix @chuyasthighs0 @ynackerman9499 @keepghostly @wxwieeee @lovelyluna1 @froufrousnowman @tomiokathedepresso @gojosrealwife @coffeeluvr96 @mahi-tamashi @weebotaku21 @chaoticwinnercupcake @lees-chaotic-brain @risuola @sugurulefttesticle @wordskeeper @baku2345
@polarbvnny @ruixrei @bam-bam-bam-bame-blog @lavenderdrxp @localhehecat @alicerhr @kayleegomez @belovedvamp @wifenanami @chilichopsticks @dlwlrmas-world @oikawarz@darkstarlight82 @satoreo @luwumii @kentocalls @cheesemachine44 @maya-maya-56 @jinririz @getou0309 @ieathairs
Dividers by @saradika đ¤
1K notes
¡
View notes
i think you deserve only the very best! i love you very much and no matter what, always remember you'll always have me <3 what you deserve will come in time, i think! just gotta hold out more and work towards it, even with heavy steps. mwah <33
from the texting style i wld make a guess on who this is but i'd be so embarrassed if i'm wrong so i'll. assume this is a random anon đĽšđŤśđź
0 notes