Thinking about High school Robert with a corruption kink for โreligiousโ shy reader
CW: Both Robert and reader are 18, reader has AFAB anatomy, reader is (was) a virgin and Robert is not, masturbation, fingering, oral (both receiving), nicknames, Robert is a bit of a dick but tries to be nice (key word is try), smoking, public/car sex
High school Robert who while not being the sweetest person, tries to be softer and gentle with you. Heโd still do shit like smoke around you but is sure not to blow it right in your face, or keep the windows open if youโre in his car.
High school Robert who has a hate-love relationship with how innocent you are. On one hand he loves how squeamish and flustered you get when he makes dirty jokes and stuff. But on the other hand, you two havenโt done anything past making out and while he would never pressure you, heโs getting impatient.
โReligiousโ shy reader who hates their innocence, period. They feel left behind and like an idiot that doesnโt understand how basic sex works (which isnโt too far from the truth). They wanna please Robert but they donโt know how.
โReligiousโ shy reader whoโs only just started masturbating. All they can really do is play with their clit and tease themselves until they come. They have to start doing it everyday just to focus. They get addicted to it.
โReligiousโ shy reader who accidentally moans while on call with Robert as theyโre humping their pillow, but instead of being weirded out, Robert tells them to go faster and to not hide a single sound.
High school Robert who starts to realize how inexperienced you are and is oddly turned on by it. He starts loving how heโs the one to make you turn over a new leaf and take your innocence away bit by bit. You didnโt even know how to finger yourself until you let him do it for you.
High school Robert whoโs in love with the sounds you make as heโs knuckles deep in you, thrusting his fingers while youโre whining, teary eyed, and begging him to let you have an orgasm. Only for him to take his fingers out and start all over, purposefully make you go crazy
High school Robert who, while wanting to please you like thereโs no tomorrow, also wants to tease you and hear you beg for it. You looked fucking breathtaking when you were submissive for him, sucking off the same fingers covered in your cum, cleaning his skin.
High school Robert whoโs fucked around with a few classmates and thought he wouldnโt care for sex outside of a meaningless hookup, but starts taking it much more seriously for you (though that doesnโt mean he starts being vanilla)
High school Robert who teaches you all sorts of things like how to suck his dick. You two do it while his parents arenโt home. Heโs guiding your head up and down, trying not to thrust into your mouth until he canโt take it anymore and makes you swallow his load. He makes up for it by laying you on his bed and going down on you.
โR-Robert! G-God!โ
โHm?โ He mumbles, his lips in the midst of sucking and kissing your clit. โDid you say something, dollface?โ
You whimper as his tongue drags across your pussy in one long stroke, slow and lazy. โYouโre so mean.โ You managed to say.
He chuckled. โAnd you love it. Fine. Wanna come, baby? Iโll make you come so hard youโll see the Lord himself.โ
High school Robert who starts getting a bit too comfortable and starts getting more daring. He starts putting his hand on your thigh in class or putting on arm around you in the hallway. Everyone stares. He doesnโt give a fuck.
High school Robert who even starts fingering you under the table in the library when youโre trying to help him with his homework. He loves watching how your face heats up and you start stammering. You get so nervous but he doesnโt miss the way you shift your hips so he goes deeper.
High school Robert who wonโt peer pressure you to smoke with him but teases you about how your clean little lungs wouldnโt be able to handle a single drag. Determined to prove him wrong, you smoke with him. You last two minutes. He laughs at how you cough but ends up buying you a milkshake or whatever you want when you pout.
โReligiousโ shy reader who slowly starts getting braver at telling Robert their sexual fantasies. At first they feel awkward but soon they get over the embarrassment. Soon telling Robert all the ways they wanna get fucked is like telling him what they had for breakfast.
High school Robert who loves having sex in his car because he can be as loud as he wants. He starts keeping spare blankets and clothes for you and him in the car just in case you two decide to do the deed.
High school Robert who loves the idea of picking you up after you went to your local place of worship and fucking you dumb. He knows itโs wrong but it turns him on and eventually he confesses. It didnโt take much to convince you to make his fantasy come true.
โRobert! F-Fuck, please!โ You begged. His hips thrusted at a godly pace, his length filling you up over and over again. You were getting dizzy.
โPlease? Please what baby? Please stop? Please keep going? Please slow down?โ Robert purred, grabbing your chin and making you look at him. โI canโt keep going if you donโt tell me what you need. Use your words, dollface.โ
You swallowed a whine. โP-Please, go harder.โ You begged. A wolfish grin spread across Robertโs mouth before he began to piston his hips. His cock made the walls of your pussy flutter and you mewled. โOh god!โ You moaned.
Robert laughed. โNo baby. Robert. You call out my name. No one elseโs. Not even god. God isnโt the one fucking your cunt and making you scream, is he?โ He grunts as he goes faster. โNo. I am. Youโre mine to fuck. Mine to ruin. Mine to corrupt. Youโre not godโs little angel anymore. Youโre fucking mine.โ
โReligiousโ shy reader who now screams out Robertโs name every time they come. Robert absolutely loves it.
A/N: Can you tell Iโm projecting? Also I lowkey wanna make a fic about this waitttt
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satoru stared at you, from shokos bed. Shoko and you were roommates allowing satoru to just gawk at you from across the bed, because god you were so beautiful. The only reason he insisted on helping Shoko was just so he could stare at you, he wasnโt able to stare at you during class as you would sit in the very back, while satoru sat in the front making sure to get good notes incase you ever asked to borrow his notes.
Which you never asked, he even began begging Shoko to try to get her to give him your number, Shoko was gonna say no as she already knew if she did he wouldnโt even text first.
Satoru watched as you and Shoko left the dorm to quickly grab sanitary or whatever, he wasnโt paying attention. He immediately got up and went into your laundry basket and pushed his nose against your dirty panties, his eyes rolling back at the scent of the sweetness and sweat combined.
He went into your drawer to grab one clean lace pantie and quickly stuffed them into his backpack pocket that he never opens. After you and Shoko came back, Satoru quickly apologises to Shoko and left.
Satoru had a flush look on his face, as he imagined whatโd he do later this night to your panties. You not even knowing that he just stole your panties, turned him on so much he could feel himself throbbing and leaking pre cum. Satoru quickly made it to his dorm and immediately dropped everything, he was glad he didnโt have a roommate.
Satoru opened his backpack to grab the panties before throwing his sweater and shirt off as he quickly sat on his bed leaning against the pillow as he held one of your dirty panties. He knew he should feel ashamed for doing this, but the excitement of doing this without your knowledge made him even harder. He put the panties on his face as he sniffed, feeling his cock twitch against his sweatpants.
Satoru reached his hand down pulling his sweatpants down a bit as he pushed his hips up and palmed himself through his underwear, feeling his cock twitch against his hand as he groaned and closed his eyes, trying to pretend it was you touching his cock and not himself.
He imagines you catching him, would you be shocked? Would you join him? Satoru pulled his underwear down, as his cock sprung out in the cold air, curving to the side dripping with pre cum. Satoru opened one eye just to stare at his cock, still trying to think what your reaction would be. God he hoped you would join, tell him you want him too and he isnโt a creep for stealing your underwear and jerking off to it.
Satoru grabbed his cock, going up and down in a slow motion making sure to spread the pre cum all over his cock as lube. He wonders how youโll look on your knees, do you have a gag reflex? Are you a virgin? Satoru closed his eyes again as he groaned as moved the motion of his hand faster and faster. Satoru was a moaning mess with his face all flushed, his glasses becoming foggy making it difficult to even see anything. He pumped for a few more times before cuming and wiping the cum against your stolen panties. Promising he would return the stolen panties as he knew he wouldnโt. Satoru fixed his glasses as he looked in the mirror, cum was on his stomach, face, nipples and even on his hair.
Satoru took a shower and hid your panties in his drawer. Grabbing his phone as he stared at his lock screen with a message from an unknown number saying
โHi! Itโs {+}, I was wondering if you could help me with something?โ
Satoru smiled at the message, heart eyes forming behind those glasses as youโve finally noticed him.
GUYS IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING MUCJ BUT I MADE THIS IN 30 MINUTES, DEF NOT GRAMMAR PROOF. Iโve evolved too๐๐ณโ๏ธ
Credits to artists ofc but I donโt know who do it unfortunately
summary: after getting married very young you and lando get divorced after seven years of marriage. still flirtatiously communicating on social media, fans bring up cute moments that have you and lando rethinking your decision.
social media + texts
( i tried to do my best with the culture aspect of this, but pleaseee tell me if something is inaccurate or offensive. i do different readers as my best effort to be inclusive especially for those who don't get represented as much. hope you enjoy this! )
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liked my 4,792,693, others
yourusername: divorced, but still wifey material ๐๐
landonorris: oh and of course youโre wearing my favorite saree on you ๐
^yourusername: last time youโll be seeing me in it!!
^landonorris: i think iโll miss seeing it on the ground more than seeing it on
^yourusername: ohhh take a hike norris ๐
user: MOTHER IS SERVING
user: the divorced glow is real and in full effect
user: oh I'm sick
user: never wanted this day to come
user: i didn't know think they were actually being serious with this
user: my world is collapsing as I'm typing this
^user: what are these weird drops of liquid pouring out of my eyes right now....what is this feeling
^user: no same. normally I'm not one to ever be parasocial or idolize celeb relationship but these two were so pefect. i think it's because they were together before land was even in f1
^user: THAT MAKES THIS EVEN WORSE
user: ok i know I'm supposed to be sad but she looks incredible
^yourusername: thank you!
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landonorris: back on the market boyssss ๐พ๐๏ธ
formulaonegossip: itโs official! after a year of publicly discussing their journey with seperating, y/n and lando are now legally and completely divorced.
the first talks of ending their marriage began last year when they did an interview together addressing their relationship, casually announcing they were working on filing for divorce. now, the two have made posts both declaring they got it finalized. though they are done, the two seemed to be in high spirits and said it was a mutual decision they both wanted.
different from our normal announcementsโฆ..and while we donโt know the complete reason for the separation, we wish the two a happy life now apart! ๐๐ค
yourusername: erm no the hell i didnโt. when he basically admits youโre the best>>>>
landonorris: in words of drake โbest i ever hadโ
^yourusername: iโm the only one youโve ever had ๐
user: BRING HER BACKKKK
user: she's soooo pretty it hurts
user: crying, screaming, throwing up, sliding down the wall, rocking back and forth, wailing til i lose my voice, pulling my hair out, banging my fist on the ground
^landonorris: hello? are you ok
^user: no. and it's because of you
user: the greatest devastation of my life
^user: mourning them like they're my husband who died at war
user: boy we know you chose that caption yourself
user: heโs so bad at hiding he still loves her
^user: no theyโre BOTHHHH shamelessly flirting
user: my mother
^landonorris: sheโs no oneโs mother ( yet )
^y/nnorris: KNOCK. IT. OFF
user: bro said โex wifeโ and made it a joke like they havenโt spent the past 10 years together
^user: heโs so obviously in pain
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yourusername: big 26 for this weirdo. i hope you know i still have that stupid ass coat. donโt get too drunk tonight ๐ ๐ฝโโ๏ธ๐ฅ
^yourusername: THESE ARE NICE WDYM? itโs not my fault iโm photogenic, also i literally posted DOUBLE than what you did
^landonorris: whatever. guess iโll accept it
user: these really show how long theyโve been together
^user: they truly grew up in love ๐ฅบ
user: i need them back together now. it's not even funny, and it never has been
user: Y/N AND LANDO QUIT THESE GAMES
user: if you can hear us please save us
user: wtf is he doing in that golf picture
^yourusername: he does it literally EVERYTIME he goes golfing, says it's the "only" way he can get the correct angle.
user: how come we've never seen ANY of these
^user: she's his wife....
^user: WAS. SHE WAS HIS WIFE. nvm it's too painful i'm living the delusion word with you. but yeah they've been together for 10 years, i'm sure she has many many more
user: the differences in their post, omg so cute. they are so perfect for each other
^user: she really got to see a different side of him
^user: i know she misses him bad
^user: oh they both are absolutely regretting their decision. i think their posts and comments show that very clearly
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landonorris: horrible race and horrible result today. on lap 10 i crashed was not able to finish the race. this is not the way i hoped for this day to go and itโs been unfortunate the way things are playing out
user: err lando i donโt think you can say thatโฆ.
user: the divorce regret is showing
user: no y/n in the paddock = no good races
user: biggest lost of the year ( this isnโt about racing )
^user: yeah him and y/n divorcing was truly the worst thing that couldโve happened to him
user: YOU MISS YOUR WIFE JUST ADMIT IT
^user: pls omg. he needs to put us and himself out of misery and go win her back
user: no comment from our queen ๐
user: damn, itโs really over guys
user: so is now appropriate to ask if HEโs the one who's okay?
^user: lowkey no but you did anyways so ๐
user: dude you have two races left pls pull through
user: thereโs no racing career without y/n
user: he knows it doesnโt have to be this way right? like baby youโre the one who got divorced but still flirt with her and you both posted each other. GET AFTER THAT
user: the dress. the hair. the makeup. everything really
^user: how many words in devoured
^user: ATEEEE
user: iโm surpressing a crazy ass scream bro
user: so so fine and for WHATTT
user: how the hell is she single bro
^user: probably not for long
^user: hi lando i know itโs you on your burner
landonorris: uhm no, i say things with my chest ๐
user: if I say what iโm thinking iโll be banned
user: HOTTEST WOMAN ALIVE
user: so no one is gonna mention how BOTH lando and y/n are in paris? at. the. same. time.
^user: I SAW THAT
^user: please let this be what i think it means
landonorris has post a story!
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georgerussell: i knew your happiness about the divorce was too good to be true
^landonorris: yeah gotta be honest I donโt know why we went through with it in the first place
alexalbon: yay now you can stop sulking
^landonorris: iโve not been sulkingโฆ.
alexalbon: yeah ok. me when iโm in a delusional state
user: ARE YOU IN PARIS??
user: her face card is actually insane
user: i knew this day would come
landonorris: so youโre saying youโre a psychic, will i win wdc this year??
^user: no.
landonorris: ok i donโt like this game anymore ๐
yourusername has posted a story!
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landonorris: this is a very bold post my love
^yourusername: omg says you ๐
carlossainz: i am going to unfollow you, i do not want my eyes burning when instagram is supposed to be fun
yourusername: sorryyyy carlito ๐
carlossainz: maybe iโll let it slide because i know how much you two love and miss each other ;)
user: MOM AND DAD BACK TOGETHER??
user: girl. how could you let this go to begin with
user: thank you for the new lockscreen ๐
yourusername: my pleasure!
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landonorris: i was being serious when i said we might have to run it back.
as you know y/n and i got divorced a few months ago, and though we thought it was the right decision at the time we QUICKLY realized it wasnโt. this girl has been by my side through every race in my f1 career and the years way before that. she is truly my number one fan and her not being there actually made me want to quit the altogether ( donโt let mclaren, legal or my pr team see this )
but truly she is the most importantly and valuable thing and person in my life and to call this woman my wife for the past seven years has been an honor and something i clearly took for granted. as of now we are dating but JUST KNOW the divorce papers are being ripped up as iโm typing this
i love you y/n. hereโs to loving each other for eleven years and manymanymanymanymanymany more ๐
user: lando thank you for not being stupid anymore
^user i was about to punch him
user: literally like holy you know you still love her
user: Y/NLANDO DEFENDER TIL I DIE
^user: theyโre truly a couple worth fighting for
user: ascending with happiness
user: perfect timing! living will be easy again
user: wait the way his post matches her aesthetic and her post matches his. thatโs my endgame right there
^user: awww stop i just noticed that too
user: they just make sense together
^user: iโm so happy theyโre back together because i truly couldnโt imagine them with anyone else
^user: it would be on sight if lando ever brought someone else in the paddock
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yourusername: lando lando lando. after knowing you for fifteen years, being together for ten and married for seven i know youโre the only person for me
we stupidly let our love go thinking we had gotten married to young and maybe needed other people. but we couldnโt even last a few months apart, and in that time we actually never lost communication. so though we were and still are legally separated, our hearts are still bound to each other and i will never be able to be without you ever again
he is the best decision iโve ever made and after seeing all the fanpages and edits ( iโve seen every single one ) we realized we threw ten years away for nothing
so twenty six is not for being single but i am still hot! as of right now weโre just dating, but JUST KNOW a wedding post will be here in the future
Toji and his desi wife ๐ฃฒโ๏ฝกห ๊ฐ made with desi!reader in mind but can be read with any culture which uses hair oiling ๊ฑ
Toji never thought of himself as the gentle type, and he had assumed others had thought the same.
He was what some would call rough around the edges. Toji didnโt do small talk with strangers, nor did he care to go out of his way for others.
Until he met you, of course.
All of a sudden, all Toji wanted to do was learn more about your culture; he wanted to go out of his way to try to bring your culture into your shared home.
It had become routine for him to oil your hair at noon on Sunday, then braid it. Often, the two of you would watch a nostalgic Bollywood movie in the background.
His rough fingers dragged through your hair, massaging the herbal oil into your roots. โYouโre pulling,โ you complained.
He huffed, โNot my fault your hair's thick.โ He worked through each knot with surprising tenderness, one that even he himself wasn't accustomed to, โOne or two braids?โ His breath fanned against your ear.
You thought for a moment, then jokingly replied, โTwo. I don't want to bother you with my obnoxiously thick hair.โ He clicked his tongue, โHave it your way, but now you'll have two funny-looking braids.โ
The room went silent, apart from the occasional grunt and huff of Toji whenever he messed up, โQuit moving.โ
You giggled, โYes, yaarโ Toji tugged your hair as if to warn you, โHey, Iโm not your buddy.โ
A soft groan left your lips as you rolled your eyes. His hands remained in their somewhat steady movement as he finished off the first braid. The room felt warmer, safer in moments like these.
For someone who struggled to express affection openly, Toji seemed to pour it into actions instead. He would fix broken things around the house, making sure you had eaten, even sitting for hours as you tried on an assortment of sarees and lehengas.
โThanks,โ you murmured.
He paused his actions, โFor what?โ You shifted slightly, โEverything, I guess, especially getting to know my culture.โ
A soft smile made its way onto his lips. Toji looked away, even though you couldnโt see him, โDonโt make it a big deal.โ
โBut it is.โ
His fingers resumed their work without a word, tender as always.
โYou deserve it,โ you heard him whisper. โYou've done so much for meโฆโ he trailed off, shaking his head fondly. The two of you sat in silence again. The second braid was almost done, but you shifted again, legs beginning to tingle.
โHold still, jaan โโ
He said it so softly that you nearly missed it, nearly. Toji froze, brain travelling a mile per minute as he realised what he had just said. You blinked, โWhat did you say?โ
Toji felt his face heat up, โNothing.โ
You shifted to face him, braid still untied, โNoโฆ You called me jaan.โ You watched as a soft pink dusted his cheeks at your words.
The sight alone was enough to make you grin.
โYou called me jaan!โ You repeated with more enthusiasm. Toji groaned, โI was saving it for a more romantic occasion. I keep hearing them say it in those stupid movies you make me watch.โ You slap his thigh in mock offence, โYou know you love them.โ
He scoffed, finishing off the braid, โYeah, whatever. I watch them because I love you, jaan.โ
a/n: for my desi nonnie ๐ฅน (idk how to characterise Toji ok)
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๏ฝก๐ฆนยฐโง your dupatta gets stuck to his watch || r.sukuna x f!desi!reader
a/n: typical bollywood meet cute because sukuna and desi reader have been taking up a large part of my time lately. also not proof read ๐
- listen to 'tujh mein rabh dikhta hein' specifically the part from 1:06 for max immersive experience ๐
wc: 1.2k
The plan was to go straight home after the function. No detours. No side quests. Just go home, free yourself from the confines of your stupidly heavy lehenga. Rip off the earrings that had your ears feeling as though they were about to fall off. Wipe off the makeup that youโre pretty sure is melting off your face. And marinate in your pyjamas whilst bingeing your comfort show.
But when you drive past the bright glowing lights of Taco Bell, you couldnโt seem to resist. The sign wasnโt just illuminating, it was beckoning. Calling your name in the form of baja blasts and crispy chicken burritos. It was practically luring you in!
So now, youโre parked up outside at 1:27am, lehenga skirt bunched up in one hand, phone balanced in the other as you stumble out of your car, dignity hanging on by a thread. You make sure to slam the car door with a little more force than necessary, wincing with every step you take towards the entrance, in heels that felt like a great choice at the beginning of the night but were now beginning to feel as though they had been designed by Satan himself.
The air is cool against your skin, a dramatic gust of wind rushing through the near empty car park. Your skirt sways. Your jewellery chimes. Your hair is blowing behind you in what seems to beโฆ slow motion? You could have sworn you heard music playing softly in the background too - the theatrical score of violins and flutes. Whatever, it was probably your imagination.
After what seemed like an eternity, you make it to the door. You reach out to open it and thenโฆ
Tug.
The speed with which you freeze is truly astonishing. You swear under your breath, closing your eyes and inhaling sharply. Turning your head back slowly, your mind is reeling with every late night horror scenario it can possibly conjure up. Were you about to get kidnapped?
The embroidered edge of your dupatta has somehow wound itself around a watch.
A very expensive looking watch.
Attached to a very large (attractive) hand.
Attached to-
Your eyes trail upwards until youโre met with a too tall, too handsome stranger who seems to be just as frozen in place as you. His eyes are sharp, enough to make your heart skip a beat even though thereโs a flicker of amusement in them as he stares down at you.
The music in your head seems to be getting louder.
He looks down to where your dupatta has betrayed you, raising a brow in question.
You clear your throat, finally taking your gaze away from his face and following his own to glare at his watch instead.
โYouโre attached to me.โ Thatโs all you can manage right now unfortunately. But apparently, thatโs more than enough for him. His lip twitches in what you assume is a smile.
โI noticed.โ No apology, no sense of urgency. No sign of him moving to help. Almost like this was a regular occurence. Or almost like he didnโt mind being stuck to you.
You, on the other hand, roll your eyes and let out a light scoff, fingers moving deftly to untangle yourself from him. The embroidery only seems to be getting tighter around the clasp.
Brows furrowing in concentration, you shuffle closer with a mumble, bangles chiming as your fingers wrap gently around his wrist, โDonโt move.โ
โWhy?โ
โBecause if this rips, I will cry. And I will blame you for it.โ And then, quieter, almost like you were speaking to yourself. โThis probably cost more than your stupid watch anyway.โ
He just snorts, quickly bringing his other fist up to cover his mouth when you glare up at him with pure venom.
Letting out a frustrated huff you, somehow, end up closer to him with every poor attempt you make at untangling yourself from him. Ironic.
Thatโs exactly when he chooses to move. He lifts his wrist, the movement so subtle you wouldnโt have noticed if you werenโt wellโฆ stuck to his watch. The thread tightens. And you stumble forward right into him with a surprised gasp. Your palms are flat on his chest, steadying yourself as you blink up at him. Half vexed, half flustered.
For a moment, neither of you move. Your heart is beating far too hard against your chest and youโre praying he canโt feel it. Everything suddenly feels too much. The warmth of his chest under your palms. The steady rise and fall of it as he breathes. The way heโs looking down at you, bottom lip trapped in between his teeth.
The way heโs so close.
Too close.
His heavy stare falters briefly, only to flick down to your lips before slowly trailing back up your face to your eyes. You can see his Adam's apple moving as he swallows. Youโre pretty sure your heart has forgotten how to beat at a normal rate.
And then you remember how to speak, making a feeble attempt at covering your flustered state.
โYou did that on purpose! I told you not to move.โ
A smile spreads across his face at this, slow and teasing. โYou were taking too long. Struggling?โ
The absolute audacity of this man.
You open your mouth, ready for some choice words to fly out but youโre quickly interrupted when he lifts his wrist up higher, bringing his other hand up to work at the fabric around his watch.
You freeze yet again, hair brushing his chest as you look at the way his fingers move. Quick. And yet ever so careful.
Before you can even let out another breath, your dupatta has been freed, hanging loose over your shoulder once again. You step back almost immediately, clearing your throat and inspecting the fabric, letting out a relieved sigh when you notice thereโs no damage.
His hands are now crossed over his chest, watching you with a smirk, although his eyes seem to be softer. โWhat, no thank you?โ
Your head snaps back up to him, eyes narrowing as you scoff, mirroring his stance. โThank you? For almost tearing apart my designer lehenga? Keep dreaming.โ
โOh trust me. I will.โ His smirk widens, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as his head tilts, shamelessly looking you up and down. He hums before extending his hand out to you, the same one his watch was on. โRyomen Sukuna.โ
Unimpressed, you sigh, offering your name as you reluctantly take his hand, refusing to acknowledge the strange flutter in your stomach. Your nonchalant expression is wiped off though, when he bends down, simultaneously bringing your hand up to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. Youโre quick to snatch your hand back, looking everywhere but at the infuriatingly smug look on his face.
โYou should learn to keep your distance.โ You school your expression into one of indifference, pushing the door open to finally get your beloved Taco Bell.
He runs his tongue along his teeth, following you inside. โYou should stop coming so close then. Princess.โ
You only walk faster towards the counter, the heat creeping onto your face becoming too much to ignore, much like the weight of his gaze on you.
And you don't know how much longer you can ignore it. Because, something tells you this wonโt be the last time your paths will cross.
แฏโ notes from star: excuse the rushed ending i finished writing this in a lecture ๐. comments and reblogs appreciated as always!! mwah mwah <3
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a/n: alexa play 'desi girl' (ft. satoru finding his name in your mehndi) lowkey think that i like the suguru one more LOL | nanami version
there's music playing in the background, almost muffled by the excited chatter of friends and family invited to your most special day. but if satoru's being honest, he can't hear the music or chatter, solely entranced by you. you and him in your own little bubble of happiness.
his hands cradle yours tenderly yet firmly, your knuckles brushing against his palms. you expect his eyes to be scrutinising the brown stain, intricate and beautiful, but when your gaze flickers to his face he's staring at you with a lovesick grin.
โsatoru, you're not even looking,โ you laugh.
โoh, i am. and i'm thoroughly enjoying the view.โ he winks. you roll your eyes playfully.
โyou're so goofy.โ
โmhm, but i'm your goofy husband now, mrs gojo,โ he smirks, but it soon melts back into a loving smile. it almost hurts his heart, in the most euphoric way possible, to look at you, adorned in deep red and gold. his wife.
โhey, don't try to weasel your way out of this by talking sweet like that.โ
โi'm not trying to weasel out of anything. am i the bad guy for wanting to stare at my stunning wife?โ he emphasises the last word on purpose, savouring the way it rolls off his tongue so beautifully.
you huff, beginning to slide your hands out of his but he quickly grasps them again, his thumbs circling your palms.
โah, you don't need to let go. fineee, i'll take a looksie.โ
he spares one more glance at your features before his eyes trail down to your hands painted delicately with mehndi, to find his name embedded into it.
it's hidden on your wedding ring finger. he already knows it. he found it about ten minutes ago before his eyes had wandered to your face. but he doesn't say anything, not wanting to let go of your hands yet as his thumbs continue to caress your palms.
as he pretends to continue to look for it, he speaks up softly, โyour grandmother told me about that myth - that the darker the stain of your mehndi, the more your husband loves you. and it's no surprise that yours is so dark,โ he smirks playfully, eyes briefly meeting yours.
a soft smile decorates your lips, and his heart skips a beat. โin that case, i never want it to fade.โ
โi'll make sure it never does,โ he whispers, bringing your hand up to his lips and he kisses the spot where his thumb once was. and his thumb moves to hover over his engraved name.
you notice where his thumb drifts and raise an eyebrow at him. โyou saw it this whole time, didn't you?โ
he grins cheekily, crinkled eyes marrying yours, such devotion and admiration shimmering in his. โyeah,โ he admits quietly, โi just didn't wanna let go.โ
his lips travel up from your palm to the gold ring sitting prettily on your finger, a diamond nestled in the middle so luminous, yet his eyes still put it to shame.
โam i the pope? kissing my ring like that,โ you giggle teasingly. but your eyes are warm and affectionate as you watch him.
Hiii I love ur work i was wondering if you could do ass class with a reader who's like really sweet and also like really into fashion like cutesy /lolita ect!! Thank you have a good dayyy!!!
coquette aesthetic instagram !
warnings: none
pairing: multiple characters x fem! reader
a/n: i decided to make it an instagram SMAU since it would be easier to show the aesthetic !! and i deffffinitely let my desi show hehe so here's to all my desi assclass enjoyers!
all rights go to @semisutopia on tumblr. please don't copy or plagiarise my work. that's really lame of you.
Drawing henna on myself for eid and thought about Enjin (x Desi Reader).
Girls put their bfs/hubbys name on their hands, hide the initials in the intricate henna design. And then their partners have to find them. Also if the colour isn't deep it traditionally means your partner doesn't love you enough lmao.
I think Enjin would be so into this tradition. He got so many tattoos, and seeing you for the first time with those gorgeous designs he'd be all excited thinking you got tattoos without telling him. But then when you explain everything to him he'd be so into it. Trying his hardest to finding his initial hidden somewhere on your hands. He'd hold both your hands and stare with full focus and slight annoyance because he's loosing patience, at the same time amazed at the intricate patterns and designs. If you did it yourself he'd praise you until you're a blushing mess. Finally when he does find his initial hidden in a corner of your palm he'd want to kiss it and then proceed to tease you again because he's annoying like that and we love him that way. If your henna comes out in a dull colour, you'd go to him whining and complaining because it's his fault your henna came out dull and ugly, he doesn't love you enough. He'd be so freaked out, then he'd make sure to love you extra all day. But if it does come out in a vibrant colour, Welp he's teasing you again, duh. It'd be so fun for him. And at the end, he'd be so into this tradition that he'd get YOUR initial tattooed on to him and now he's sitting there shirtless and smug and grinning like the annoying shit he is, and you're trying your best to find your name in the mess of his tattoos while not getting distracted by his abs lol. Good luck.
Anyways Eid Mubarak to my fellow desi peeps and everyone who celebrates it. Love y'all. โค๏ธ๐
(forgive my poor English, this is just a dump of my thoughts.)
