One Kiss Away From Killing

Hi. Point me in the direction of low expectations pls.

[onekissawayfromkilling]

Why am I attracted to guys who looks like they haven’t slept in days?

Wait I’ll give an example

you SEE WHAT I MEAN

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“Say it,” he demanded, breath hot and brutal. “Say who made you his.”

Her voice was a growl between grit and broken pleasure “You. Fuck—you did.”

Only then did he lift her again, still impaled on his cock, holding her there as her cum-slick body clung to him.

He wrapped his haori tighter around her bare skin and muttered, “No one sees you like this but me.”

And with his thick cock still buried inside her, her bite on his shoulder, and Kenpachi Zaraki’s pride burning bright as ever, he walked them back to Soul Society—his most brutal battle, and the only one he refused to let go of.

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gojo satoru! pov~.~ He sat two tables away, hood low over his face, his streaking sliver hair messy under the steam curling from his untouched cup. But his blue eyes—hungry, heavy, dark—never left you.

There you were again. Same time. Same place. Ordering the same drink in that soft voice he’d memorized down to the syllable. Your tailored black shirt hugged your frame today—tight enough to make his throat clench when you reached for your cup and that fabric stretched just so across your tits.

He shifted in his seat.

Fuck. You didn’t even know what you were doing to him. Didn’t know your hips swayed when you walked, or how your lips always curled around the lid of your drink like you were teasing whoever was lucky enough to watch. Expect you weren’t. You just existed and it made him insane.

And he was always watching.

You are perfect. The curves, the skin, the delicate pulse in your neck he wanted to bite down on while he buried himself inside you. You looked so soft, so fucking innocent and it made his cock throb just imagining how you’d cry when he’d finally get you alone and make you not innocent anymore.

In his head, your voice was already moaning his name “Satoru…toruu”

Bet you tastes like your coffee—sweet, warm, addictive.

He imagined pulling you into his lap right there in the café—lifting your skirt, your hands pressed to the table while you whispered “please” with that same mouth you used to sip vanilla lattes.

He’d whisper filth into your ear ‘Look around, baby. They have no idea I’ve got my fingers deep inside your soaking cunt right now, do they?’ while he made you come so hard you’d see stars.

And still you wouldn’t know.

Not yet.

But you would.

Soon.

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‘The right person will come one day’

The right person in question:

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It’s not always about sex, not always about having a partner or begging to be loved back. Sometimes it’s about cozily sitting with your legs tucked under you, grasping your coffee cup staring at the skyline through the French doors on the 19th floor of your condo under the gloomy evening breeze, where you silently hang out with friends who are also their own person instead of sucking your energy off to breathe.

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when he thinks he’s the devil

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when you’re prettier and also pettier

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my type is not a person. It’s a vibe. It’s a concept, it’s an idea

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KDRAMA 🎥 Come and Hug Me (이리와 안아줘)

[onekissawayfromkilling]

CRYING

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KDRAMA 🎥 Come and Hug Me (이리와 안아줘)

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When the music you’re listening to in the middle of the night is relatable so you pull this move

[onekissawayfromkilling]

“The moon is the only friend I have outside One more drink and I'll be healed” 😭😭

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“You’re yours but I’m here. And no one’s touching what I care for” he whispered firmly from the side, crouching down to meet my eyes from below, occupying almost three quarters of the coffee space

[onekissawayfromkilling]

This what I think what Tommy Shelby or Alfie would say 😭😭😭