gojo giving off rich boy vibes
credit: artistdkt on twitter
a prince
When your lover’s past comes back to haunt you, how many times will he choose her over you? When nothing you give was enough to make him stay. Yet, you would still choose him. Everyday.
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Gojo x reader
Status: Completed
Warnings: tragedy, alcohol abuse, self-harm, self-destructive reader, smoking, physical violence, cheating, toxic relationships, manipulation, eventual smut, pregnancy, mentions of abortion…+
Taglist: Closed !!
Playlist
› Part I:Permanent Mark
› Part II: Down
› Part III:Fool
› Part IV: Loose Lips
›Part V:Fear
›Part VI: Mine
›Part VII: Blessings
› Part VIII: Lengths
›Part IX: Mistakes
› Part X: Loss
›Part XI: Epilogue
Retired Sebastian Vettel stayed at home texting charles and ollie:
Hi Sebby, hi Ricky 👋🏻😊
Teen Seb is SO important to me.
In GOTG1 the very first thing we learn about Peter is that he’s been fighting other boys because they killed a frog. It’s the very first thing.
I’m not surprised how quickly he turned to ‘kill everyone’ after learning what they did to Rocket.
am usually not into cosplayers but holy shit??? holy fucking fuck?????? this is like exactly how i picture my man in my head it's just nhggngghhnghhhh i feel kinda ngghnnhhnnghhn
hnnrtgghhrdhd
Ll asking one of the studs to do a Calvin klein photoshoot with her
VERY TIMELY CAUSE THEY WERE ALREADY DOING A PHOTOSHOOT LIKE THIS IN A DISTANT DREAM
tw: allusions to smut, exes!
"are you guys like friends or..." the magazine journalist asks with an elaborate wave of her hands, gesturing to the two of you as you sat side by side.
you and jenson just finished an intimate photo shoot for an underwear brand. while the motions seemed normal to the both of you, the touches and the heated glances seemed foreign to the the professional team.
and while they were used to such displays of affection, there seemed to be an unspoken tension between the two of you that ovewhelmed many of the staff.
you were too explosive and atttractive together.
"no." jenson answers, amused. he doesn't think he could ever be friends with you. not when he'd already kissed and touched every part of your skin. or had you writhing his name on a wanton chant. he couldn't settle as a simple friend. the term was far too weak for all his emotions.
you caught eachother's eye briefly, and jenson chuckles at your red cheeks.
"but you seem so—" the journalist tuts as she tries to find a suitable word, "close."
eye fucking must be the term, but it sounded salacious to be translated verbally, let alone written down in a publication.
"we're acquaintances." you answer. "we've known eachother for some time now.."
... and the long time included occasions where you had your legs wrapped around his waist and he gets terribly acquainted with the spot that makes you scream.
"oh, i see." she writes down something on her notes. "and how well do you know eachother?"
jenson pauses, looking at you for some guidance. you raised your eyebrows.
... he knows you're close when your breath stutters and his name falls from your lips in a breathy chant, broken sobs and whimpers escaping your lips in a pleasured whine.
"very well. she's always been a wonderful girl." jenson answers, though his eyes never left you, realizing one thing:
he missed playing this game of cat and mouse with you.