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moviecritc · 4 days

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Hi! Could you do a driver!reader who is dating Max and is in ferrari and the whole Carlos thing is happening to her so in Australia she ignores team orders and goes to win the race. Charles is mad at her and in the post race interview when asked about it she is just like "Happy multi 21 day everyone" and like Max is so fucking proud his gf is in her reputation era 💅💅💅

on the edge ⋆ max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x driver!reader

word count: 1.7K

warnings: charles leclerc being himself (a bitch)

a/n: this is my first request it makes me very very happy!! thanks anon for your request, i hope you like this. i love max with all my heart and i love writing about him aswell.

just wanted to tell you guys that for the requests you can ask for reader and oc, even though when it's not a request it'll probably be an oc bc i love to give names to my characters <3

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Y/N didn't have a seat for the upcoming Formula 1 season, and that stressed her out quite a bit. She and Charles had been teammates for three years, and she really thought Ferrari would keep her on the team, but upon learning that Lewis Hamilton was leaving Mercedes, they were the first to snatch him up and turn their backs on her.

Now she had two options: give up, pray to sign with Williams or Haas, or outperform herself this season and force her way into one of the top five teams. And for now, she had chosen the second option. P3 in the first race and in the top five in the second. She was extremely motivated for Australia.

Y/N loved the view of the fireworks from the podium, the champagne, and, above all, celebrating with Max Verstappen. Because let's not lie, it was obvious that Max would be on most of the podiums.

They kept their relationship out of the media. Being coworkers, neither of them wanted their relationship to hinder their success in Formula 1, but that didn't mean they didn't support each other every time the other achieved something.

Max had been with her throughout her Formula 1 career. They were the same age, but when Max debuted in the competition, she was still in Formula 2, battling against Albon and Russell for the title. A year before his debut, Y/N got a spot at Alpha Tauri as a reserve driver. It was in that year that Max and she started a relationship, at first quite casual and sporadic until they realized they were too obsessed with each other not to formalize it. And four years later, they were still together, sharing an attic in Monaco and competing together for the championship.

"It's going to be great for both of us, I'm sure," Y/N nodded. Before each race, they had a kind of ritual where they wished each other good luck, hugged, and kissed.

"I see a Y/Nstappen 1-2," Max assured before giving her a long kiss, resting his arms on his girlfriend's waist.

"I hope so,"

"Oh, come on. You're starting fourth, it'll be bad if you don't get on the podium," Max said. He knew her situation in Formula 1 was tense and did everything he could to make her feel good and positive. Max loved racing with her, and if she ended up off the grid next season, he would probably suffer from seasonal depression.

They kissed once more and were about to hug when someone knocked on Max's door to get them to the drivers' parade. They couldn't complete their little ritual, but neither of them gave it too much importance.

They went out to the parade where she was asked about her future in Formula 1, as they had been doing since the season started. That also annoyed her, would it always be like this from now on? Would everything be oriented towards whether she was unemployed or not? She answered with the best smile she could and ended the interview as quickly as possible.

She returned to Max, who was leaning on the fence of the truck they were being taken in for the parade. She leaned on the railing, holding it with her hands. Then Max discreetly placed his hand on hers, making her smile at the contact. Max wasn't very fond of physical contact, but if he could manage to brush against her shoulder, he would, maintaining professionalism wasn't as easy as it seemed.

"How's it going, mates?" Surprisingly, Leclerc approached them to start a conversation, first fist bumping with Max and then with Y/N, pressing his lips a little.

Their relationship as teammates was quite complicated at the moment. She was killing it in the few races that had passed, while Charles was just doing okay. Plus, although when Y/N joined the team, Charles and she had gotten along very well, that year they had been growing apart for obvious reasons.

They talked for a while about the race and expectations, especially Max and Charles, while Y/N disconnected from the situation a bit. Sometimes she was surprised that Charles and Max got along so well.

"Good luck today, Y/N," Charles said before leaving with Gasly.

Y/N blinked and looked at Max, puzzled. "What did he mean by that?"

"What do you mean?" Max frowned a little.

"He wished me luck, as if he thought I needed it," she insisted, biting her cheek.

"Everyone needs some luck, Y/N," Max said, knowing how nervous she could get when something didn't fit in her head.

"He didn't say anything to you," Y/N argued, crossing her arms.

"I mean…" Max tilted his head a little, eliciting a little smile from Y/N. "Don't dwell on it too much, you'll do great."

She loved that, how Max was able to lift her spirits in any situation, getting a little smile out of her. She loved him for that.

The parade ended, and they each went to their garage, fist bumping as a farewell because anything else would cause a stir in the media. In the Ferrari garage, her engineer commented on the strategies that focused on supporting and defending Charles even if he started two positions below her.

She gave Charles a short glance before going to the cars and taking their respective positions. It’s light and away we go. Y/N was so focused on passing Lando Norris that she didn't realize her boyfriend was no longer in first place, actually, he wasn't there anymore. She asked the engineers what had happened; Max had had some problems with the brakes and had retired from the race. "Don't fuck with me," she said, not fully believing it. "Is Max okay?"

"We don't know, focus on the race," her engineer emphasized.

"When you know, tell me, please," Y/N added, without receiving a response. There had been no accident, no red flag, so he was probably fine. But if there was smoke and sparks, there was always a chance that something had happened to him in the pits.

Y/N took a couple of breaths and refocused on the race. She looked on the bright side; she was third and had a chance to win. A few laps later, she managed to overtake Lando Norris. She pitted, and in the last third of the race, she was in first place. Behind her was Charles, so she thought they would change the strategy, and he would be the one defending the position.

"Y/N, let Charles pass," her engineer said, taking her by surprise.

"What?" Y/N practically shouted. "But I'm in first,"

"They're team orders, let him pass,"

"He's slow! He's over half a second behind me, letting him pass will make me slow down!" She couldn't believe this was happening.

"Y/N."

"If he can overtake me, let him, but I'm not letting him pass. I'm winning this fucking race."

And so it was. Y/N crossed the finish line first, and when she got out of the car, Max was there to greet her with a hug. He tried to make her not notice that there were hardly any people from her team there, but Y/N realized it, and her gaze darkened a little. Still, Charles came second, and when he parked his car, several Ferrari mechanics went to congratulate him.

Max watched Y/N, worried that she would take it badly. But then he saw her exchange a triumphant

look with Charles, who, upon seeing her, turned serious. And if that wasn't enough, she blew a kiss to Charles and then went with Max, who put an arm around her shoulders.

"That was incredible," Max said.

"The race or Charles's face?" she questioned, with an ironic smile.

"Both. I thought you'd be sad because there was no one to greet you,"

"You were there,"

"From your team, I mean," Max explained.

"You and I are a team, Maxie. Have you never thought about that?" She looked at him with a smile. "You're right, we are,"

"Are you okay?" Y/N asked. "I got quite worried when you DNF’d."

"I'm okay, no serious damage,"

"And emotionally?"

"I'm fine. Proud of you, above all," Max nodded. "Now go celebrate your podium, I'll be watching you from below,"

They gave each other a brief kiss on the cheek, not caring too much about the cameras; she had just won the race, she deserved at least a kiss from her boyfriend. She received her prize with a smile and celebrated the podium with Charles and Lando, more with Lando than with Charles. The McLaren driver had congratulated her countless times that day, but Charles barely spoke to her.

"Are you okay, mate?" Y/N asked, knowing what was coming.

"You didn't follow team orders," Charles said directly.

"Oh, right. That," she shrugged, raising her eyebrows. "You came second, Charles. It's not that bad,"

"Damn, but if they tell you to let me pass, you let me pass. What does it matter to you?" he raised his voice a little.

"What does it matter to you? You have your golden seat at Ferrari. Some of us have to work really hard to have a seat, crazy, right?" Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile and turned around, leaving Charles with a word on his lips.

Y/N reached the interview area, where Lando and Oscar were doing their respective interviews.

"Y/N! You won the race by disobeying team orders, does it feel the same as winning a race fair and square?" a man asked.

"Fair and square? I was fast enough to cross the line first, the rest weren't. I think that's how a race is supposed to be won," she argued. She smiled widely; she saw Max was also around, waiting for his turn for interviews.

"Don't you have any remorse?" he questioned.

"Not one,"

She ended the interview after that; she didn't feel like explaining. As she turned around, she found Max with an almost mischievous smile. They fist bumped, and he went to do the interview. "Max, can we ask you about the win of your girlfriend?"

"About Y/N,"

"Yes, about Y/N," he nodded.

"I'm extremely proud of her, it's her second victory, and even though I had to retire, I'm glad she won this race,"

"Even given the circumstances of the victory?" the reporter questioned.

"With the circumstances of the victory," Max assured with a broad smile.

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hhonghu · 1 year

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Clingy Scara with gamer bf!reader? When scara is horny he enter reader's gaming room and just sit prettily on reader's lap without his pants and slowly lifting up his shirt to show reader his pink nipples🥹 I wanna kiss his pretty chest sm

OH AND KAZUHA?? do you see that gap on his clothes, I feel like I want to-

[Thirst]!

anon your brain me love RAHHHHH clingy scara who wants your dick affection 24/7 TT;;

"... this piece of shit!" you shout, exasperatedly throwing the controller to the side of your desk as you stare in to the screen. you couldn't get pass floor 12 because of how difficult the enemies were and how it just kept moving like some worm. you lean back to your chair, irritation growing by the second only to be interrupted by your door opening revealing scara, who's face looked flushed for some reason. you immediately relax.

"ah, hey darling." you sit up, watching as he approaches you. "was i too loud? sorry, the level was annoying me—" you pause as scara sits on your, still silent as he fidgets the hem of his shirt, his face looking down. you grab his chin, lifting his face up for his eyes to meet yours. his glossy eyes peered through his long lashes, his pretty lips almost in pout.

"something the matter, darling?" he slowly nods his head, finally speaking up. "i-it's been 3 hours since you've been playing.. i miss you, [name]." he sniffles, "i didn't want to disturb you but... i can't help it.. i need you.." he lifts his shirt, showing his puffy pink nipples all hard. he didn't want to admit it, but he really needed you! while you went off to play in your gaming room, it left him wanting you. he plays with himself, trying to relieve some of the frustration but just can't do it without you.

you coo, sliding your hand from his waist to his chest, your index finger flicking the hard nub making him moan. "you needy boy, missed me that much?" you bring your thumb and pinch, slowly rolling it between your fingers. "nghh— haa, [name].. please..", "please what?"

he whines, his back arching and he brings your other hand to his chest, swiping you fingers to his other nipple. "please, [name].. stop playing that stupid mmmh— and play with me instead." he grinds his ass on you, his hips slowly rocking back and forth.

you grin, leaning down to kiss where his heart is, slowly kissing down to his nipple. he sighs in content as he feels your warm mouth latch on the hard nub, sucking and flicking it with your tongue. your hand slithers down to his hand and squeeze while your other hand works on his other nipple, tugging and pinching it. scara hugs your head, his greedy head thinking of nothing but the pleasure that your mouth and hands brings to his body, wanting more.

"mmmph— yeesss.. yes! lick me more ghhuk—! don't stop, [name]♡!"

hehe as for kazuha, we are not letting one small gap in his clothes slide. shame on hoyo for not making it any wider like the other anemo boys >:( thank you for anon for the food!! <33

#ems.writes #ems.nsfw #ems.thirsts #sub genshin #scaramouche smut #sub scaramouche #sub!scaramouche

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monzabee · 1 year

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a vettel and a schumacher walk into a bar – ms47

masterlist || part 2 ||

Summary: The one where Mick is dating Seb’s eldest daughter, but forgets to mention this to his mentor and close friend. Another problem? He can’t seem to keep his eyes (or his hands) off of you.

Pairing: mick schumacher x vettel!reader

Word Count: 3308

Warnings: sweet angel baby mick, fluff, slight angst, seb and hanna being the coolest parents ever, haas trauma, sexual innuendos (made by mick, gasp!), allusions to sex, mentions of teen pregnancy, google translate german + my dad as a german dictionary (beware!)

Request: “Could I request a smau where mick is dating Seb’s daughter but like Seb doesn’t know and he’s trying to play wingman to get the two together and when they reveal they’re together he’s like really happy for them (sorry if this is confusing I hope you get what I mean😭😂) and if you do choose to write this thank you ❤️”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i kind of changed this request a little bit, but only because i will be doing a part 2 as a social media au to follow this in the following days, so i hope it is okay. i always enjoy reading mick fics with vettel!reader and seeing the dynamic between the couple and seb in those, so it was very fun for me to write this. thank you anon, for your request and hopefully you don’t mind that i’ve changed it a little bit. i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

One of the cool things about you and your parents is the fact that you have a very honest relationship. Maybe it’s the fact that they had you when they were both, basically, teenagers, but there is no secrets kept on either part of the relationship. So the bad thing is, you don’t really know why and how you haven’t told your parents yet – you know, considering the fact that you do tell them everything. Your dad accidently washed and shrinked your favourite jumper? He apologizes and tells you he’ll take you shopping. You accidentally hit your car while parallel parking? You tell your mom and she tells you she’ll deal with it. You’re dating your father’s idol’s only son, who happens to be one of his friends, and forgot to tell your dad? Yeah, that’s not that simple.

“We need to tell him.” You say to Mick, pacing around in your room whilst he driver is sat on the couch in your parents’ living room.

“Of course we have to tell him, but how?” Mick muses, his knee bouncing up and down with anxiety. “Jesus, how did we forget to tell him? It’s Seb!”

“I know it’s ‘Seb’! He’s also my father!” You exclaim, hands nervously going to your hair to pull at the roots. “Mick… I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Hey, hey, no.” He shushes, getting up and walking towards you. “It’s going to be okay, hase.” He assures you while gently prying your hands from your hair.

You scrunch your nose, a unapproving hum leaves your lips. “Why must you call me that?”

“Because you look like a bunny when you scrunch your nose, which is always.” He explains, shrugging as he presses a kiss against your cheek and sits back down. “When you’re smiling, when you’re angry, when you’re confused, when you’re about to cu–”

“Mick!” You exclaim, eyes widening because of the way he was about to conclude his thoughts.

He has an innocent look on his face as he asks, “What? I was going to say when you’re about to cumulate.” He carries on the expression for a few seconds, letting the small smirk take over his lips afterwards as he eyes you.

“I’m not letting you touch me for a week, Schumacher.” You announce, shaking your head as you leave the living room to go to the kitchen to get yourself a drink. “How’s that for cumulating?”

“Hase, I was joking!”

The fact that your dad is officially ‘retired’ means that you can spend much more time as a family, which makes him very happy. You make a conscious effort to be home with your sisters and parents in Switzerland when you get breaks from university so the whole family can spend some quality time together. So there you are, all five of you sat in your parents’ backyard around the patio table, enjoying an early dinner. And though you absolutely adore the time you get to spend as a family nowadays, it’s hard to partake in conversation or appear interested in the slightest when your brain is focused on a certain someone with the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Honey, pass the salad, please?” Your father asks from the head of the table.

You pass him the bowl without meeting his eyes, or showing any kind of interest. “Sure, dad, there you go.”

“Thanks, honey.” You dad mumbles, sharing a look with your mother and waiting for you to make another comment – he’s confused when it doesn’t come. “No comment? No rolling eyes? No ‘get it on your own, old man’? Hanna, are you seeing this? I think we finally broke Y/N!”

Your mom rolls her eyes while lightly slapping your dad’s arm. “Are you feeling okay, kleine biene?”

“Are you sick, liebling?” Sebastian asks, and then turns to Matilda. “Do you want to check if she’s okay, Doctor?”

“Yeah, I’m just tired, I think.” You assure them, giving a small smile to Matilda who’s already taking out her (toy) statoscope to check your heartbeat.

“Shhh!” She shushes you as she focuses on listening to your heartbeat, and you share a knowing look with the other members of your family, all four of you intend to entertain Matilda’s new obsession. “She’s fine, papa, her heart is beating so fast!”

“She’s sitting down, Matilda, why would her heart beat so fast?” Emily questions from her place next to your mother, shooting an unamused look to your youngest sister who sits next to you.

“Be nice, Em.” You chastise her, shaking your head slowly. “Thank you, Doc.” You ruffle Matilda’s hair as she beams up at you. Then, you turn to your dad with a playful look on your face. “Next time, I’m not being nice and handing things to you, just so you know.”

It’s much later, and you’re in your room working on a piece you need to get done for your art class, when your mother knocks at your door. She comes in with a calm smile on her face when you answer the door. “It almost looks finished!” She beams, standing behind your chair as she studies the piece.

“I just need to work on the shadows… I think.” You mumble, tilting your head to the side to look at it from another perspective. “I don’t know, mama, I feel like my eyes are about to explode. Remind me why I chose art, again?”

“I think you were going through a rebellious phase and wanted choose something furthest away from engineering.” She explains, then she takes the paintbrush in your hand and places in the cup filled with water which you used to rinse out your brush. “I wanted to speak to you about something.”

“Oh god, this takes me back to high school.” You whine, spinning in your chair to look at her. “Am I in trouble?”

“Honey, you’re past the point where I can tell you you’re in trouble or not.” She takes a deep breath. “I wished you would stay my little girl forever, but unfortunately, you grew up to be this kind, considerate young woman I hardly recognise anymore.” She jokes as she sits down across from you on your bed.

“Good thing we still have Emmy and Tilly, then.” You smile, pointing to the door. “Are they asleep?”

She chuckles. “They went out immediately, your dad was telling them the story of the ‘Happy Tree’.”

Your hands move towards your cheeks, a laugh escaping you. “Oh no, not the story of the ‘Happy Tree’.” ‘Happy Tree’ being a childhood story your dad made up to put you to sleep when you were particularly being difficult as a kid, the entire story aiming to put you to sleep by being the most boring thing you’ve ever heard. You’re pretty sure at some part of the story your dad just counts – claiming that it is the age rings of the ‘Happy Tree’.

“Yeah, they didn’t stand a chance.” Hanna laughs. “Now, tell me what’s been bothering you.”

“Nothing, mama, really. I’m just stressed because I need to finish this before I go back.” You try your best to assure her. “Where’s dad anyway?”

She waves her hand and shrugs. “Who knows? He was going to talk to Mick before we went to bed the last time I saw him.”

“Mick?” You ask – a little too quickly for your mom to not notice the way your cheeks light up at the mention of the driver. You fake a cough to hide the any noticeable reactions. “I didn’t know he was back.”

Hanna eyes you with a suspicious look. “I think his plane landed a few hours ago, he took an earlier one.”

“Oh, okay then.” You mumble, your expression visibly falling tells your mother everything she needs to know.

“I thought you’d be happier to hear that he’s back, honey.” You mother tells, you confused.

“I am– I mean, we’re friends.” You shrug.

“Just friends?” Your mother asks, expecting for you to finally admit your feelings for the boy.

You take a deep breath and look at your mom with a guilty expression. “Mama, I have to tell you something.”

“Lieber Gott, stay right there,” She exclaims, running out of your room, “I’m going to get ice-cream!” Needless to say, your mother is very happy to hear that you’re in a relationship with your boyfriend.

After Mick’s plans of surprising you were ruined by your mom, the two of you decide to spend the weekend together to make up for the past two weeks Mick’s been away. Since you can’t tell your dad where you’re actually going, you tell him that you’re going camping with some of your friends from high school; you mom gives you a knowing look, and a shake of her head. Though it makes you feel guilty, you promise yourself that you will talk to Mick this weekend and come clean to your father afterwards about the fact that the two of you are dating.

So there the two of you are, laying in his bed on a Saturday morning after the not so innocent activities of last night. There is an unusual feeling of heaviness across your chest when you wake up, which causes you to wake up groggier than usual. Your eyes are unfocused at first, causing you to scrunch up your face in discomfort as you try and get used to the light in the room. Once your eyes are feeling better, you let them look around Mick’s bedroom, which is surprisingly tidy for a man, you realize. Eventually your eyes fall on the sleeping driver next to you, on his stomach while his arm is pinning you down on the bed next to him. You let your body twists towards Mick, seeking the warmth of his body even though the covers over your body provides the same. Even in his sleepy state, he accommodates your body, pulling you towards him and cuddling you in a way which makes you feel as if you’re in a safe cocoon consisting of Mick. Your eyes close by themselves, the warmth surrounding you combined with Mick’s steady breathing lulling you into another sleep, when his fingers start to draw mindless shapes across your naked back and there is a small smile on his face as if he’s trying to keep his laughter in.

“You’re watching me, hase.” He mumbles, keeping his eyes closed even though he lets you know he’s awake. “It’s creepy.”

“No it’s not.” You argue with a small pout on your face. “You watch me sleep all the time when you wake up early to work out.”

“How would you know if you’re sleeping?” He asks, his arm pulling you even closer to his body.

You laugh, lifting a finger to trace his facial features as you mumble. “You not denying it gives me all the approval I need.” You’re almost done with his lips when he nips at the skin and then presses a soft kiss as an apology, making you giggle as you watch him sleepily.

“Morning, liebe.” Mick croaks out, his eyes opening and slowly focusing on you as they get use to the light.

You smile at him going through the same thing you did just minutes ago, pressing a small kiss to his lower lip and leaning your forehead against his. “Morning, Mickey.”

He smiles back at you at your use of the nickname, his groan making you smile even wider and consequently scrunching up your face. “There’s my smile.” He murmurs, lifting your chin with his fingers and pressing his lips to yours. Unlike your earlier kiss, he deepens it by sliding his tongue into your mouth, and smiles into the kiss as you let out a small moan voicing your approval. When he does eventually pull back, there is an amused smile on his face as you chase his lips for more. “More? Didn’t I do a good job last night?”

You laugh mischievously as you shake your head ‘no’, which causes his eyes to darken in return as he slides his fingers down to your neck to wrap his hand around it gently. “Don’t blame yourself, I know you’ve missed me so you were excited last night.”

“I did miss you,” He affirms, eyes still locked to yours as his gaze carries a sense of seriousness. “But I’m not doing a good enough job if you’re asking for more, am I?” He tightens his hand, although not by much that it cuts of your circulation, but enough to erase your playful expression. “Can’t have my girl dissatisfied.”

“Mick,” You moan, his name coming from your mouth encouraging him to move down on your body towards where you need the most. But although you need him, you are reminded by grave reality where the two of you need to come clean to your father. “My mother knows.” The words come out from your mouth slurred together, as if you are in a hurry to get them out before they explode within you.

Mick’s eyes widen so much that you worry they are going to pop out from their sockets. He quickly takes his hand off from around your neck and scrambles to get off of you, quickly letting himself fall on the bed and turn to you in a sitting position while clutching his grey sheets around the lower half of his body. “You told your– Well, that’s good isn’t it? How did she react?”

“She was happy, Mick. So, so happy.” You tell him, deciding not to make him suffer after seeing the slight insecurity in his eyes. “You know they both adore you.” You take a deep breath, worry seeping into your expression. “I just don’t want my dad to think we’ve kept this from him on purpose.”

“He won’t, hase.” He shakes his head and he lies down on the bed, his body turned towards you. “You know how much he loves you; he won’t think we deliberately hid this from him.”

“I hope so.” You sigh, cuddling into his body as you keep on mumbling. “I’ve never kept a secret from him my entire life, Mick. I can’t keep hiding us.”

There is a determined look on his face as he speaks. “You won’t have to; we’ll tell him when I drive you back.”

“But… I drove here in my own car?” You point out.

“Then I’ll have to drive you back in your own car, darling.”

Your hands are shaky when the two of you stand in front of the front door to your parents’ house. It’s weird to think how nervous you are to enter the house, given the fact that it is the house you spend most of your life in, and that Mick has been over a thousand times as your guest and as your parents’. You take a deep breath as you enter the house and call out to your parent’s, “I’m home!”

There’s a silence before an answer comes, “We’re in the kitchen!”

You and Mick share look as the two of you walk towards the kitchen, his hand is on the small of your back the entire time as a support. You stick your head through the kitchen door to see your parents sitting on the island, looking through some architectural design magazine. Sebastian smiles at you as he sees you enter the kitchen. “Hello, honey, why are you back so early? I thought you were going to camp all weekend.”

There is a guilty expression on your face as you link your hands behind your back, just as you used to do when you got in trouble as a kid. “I didn’t go camping this weekend, dad.”

“You didn’t?” He asks, confused. He turns back at you after he shares a look with your mom. “Where were you, then?”

You stay silent as you take a couple steps back to pull a guilty-looking Mick into the kitchen. “I was with Mick.” You mumble.

The change of expressions on your dad’s face is interesting – first it turns confused, then enlightened, and worried, and then confused again. You hear him ask, “The guy you’re dating is Mick?”

“You knew I was dating someone?” You turn to your mom with a sense of betrayal. “Mama!”

“I didn’t tell him anything!” She defends herself, at the same time your dad exclaims; “You knew she was dating him?”

He then turns you with a sad look in his eyes. “You told your mother but not me?”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen–” You try to explain, but then turn to your boyfriend with an overwhelmed groan. “Help me!”

“We forgot!” Mick exclaims, there is an apprehensive look on his face. “It just happened so fast and we forgot to tell you, but it’s not that we wanted to keep it from you.”

“When– When did this happen?” Sebastian asks as he shakes his head slowly, trying to comprehend the situation.

“Last year in Abu Dhabi, after you told me I should stay for a bit.” You explain, somehow scooting yourself closer to Mick without being aware of doing do.

“I did this?” Your dad asks. Then, he turns to your mom and grabs his cheeks with his hand. “Oh no, honey, as if that was my entire plan the whole time.”

“Wait a minute– what?” You ask him, jaw slacked.

“You planned all of this?” Mick asks your father with the same amount of shock.

“Oh come on,” Your dad laughs. “The two of you already fancied each other long before I got involved – and it turned out to be fine!”

“Papa!” You exclaim, eyes widening. “This is real life; you can’t strategize with people’s relationships!”

“I’m so confused right now.” Mick mumbles to you, which earns him a glare.

“What would have happened if we didn’t end up together?” You ask Sebastian, which melts his hear to hear paired with the concerned look on your face.

“Then you would’ve stayed good friends.” He replies with a shrug. “Honey, I could see that you both clearly had feelings each other and that’s why I decided to play the matchmaker, you have nothing to worry about.”

“He’s right, hase.” Mick sighs, as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. “I mean, his plan worked.”

“I know it worked.” You grumble. “Do you know how guilty I felt because I didn’t tell you when it happened in the first place?”

“Good,” Your dad nods. “It shows that I’ve raised a good kid.”

You sigh as you watch your parents laugh over the incident, Mick joining them a few moments later which prompts you to do the same. Your mom gets up from her place as she turns towards the two of you. “Do you guys wanna stay for dinner? We were about to make burgers.”

“Oh yeah, dad owes us plenty of those after the emotional damage he put us through.” You announce, kissing Mick on the cheek and joining your mom to help her prepare dinner.

“I like retirement,” Your dad mumbles to himself.

“I give you one season, old man.” You smirk. “You won’t be able to stay behind when you’ve been behind a wheel since you were eight years old.”

“She’s got you there, Seb.” Mick laughs as he takes a place on the island.

“Oh no, is Mick taking your side going to be an ongoing thing?” Sebastian asks with a grimace.

“What can I say?” Mick shrugs. “I am a good boyfriend.”

“The best.” You agree, while you lock eyes across the room. Your parents share a knowing look between the two of them. Needless to say, it turns out that your dad is also very happy to ‘learn’ that you’re dating Mick.

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m0uchie · 3 months

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Fuck it bae, I don't care anymore.

May I request a Navia & Furina x Fem!reader? Kk, thanks. Love yah 😘

-🍀🍄 anon

𐙚 caught in the princess’ bed

⟡ how dare you… Furina leaves you alone for a second, just for you to try and fuck her friend? :0

— pairing : navia & furina x fem!reader

— warnings : NSFW; not the original storyline?; Furina is a princess; unestablished relationship; cunnilingus; sex toy; threesome

— a/n : I'm sorry for the delay, I deleted what I wrote and did it all over again a few times, but it's here! I also got horny asf writing this?💀 I’m ovulating, sry

“W-wait… mmfgh- ahh Navia- what if she comes back?” You ask, low moans escaping between each sentence.

She smiles and undoes the tie on your dress, pushing you lightly with one hand on your chest so that you fall back onto the bed and she can be on top.

Perhaps it was a bit too presumptuous of you to assume that just because lady Furina had left you alone with her visit and said that she might take longer than expected, she’d actually take a long time. I mean, she intended to fetch the leaves and brew the tea herself… so why was she standing now, in front of your her bed with her arms crossed and a raised eyebrow looking at you?

You and Navia quickly separate. You imagine that if it were up to her, you would just continue on with the indecency in front of the princess, as she pouts in irritation when you close your legs together.

Now your dress was on the floor, covered only by your panties, and bra tossed to the side of the bed. The long gone beautiful hairstyle stood messy on your head, as well as the visible mess inside your panties. Damn, how could you be so careless?!

Your heart was racing with fear of the punishment, you could barely look at lady Furina as you mumbled your apologies.

“Firstly…” she scoffs, raising her voice. “Look at me when you address me.” You hear footsteps as she gets closer. “And secondly… how dare you give your body just like that to someone other than me?” She lifts your chin up between two fingers. “If you were feeling so needy, you just had to ask.”

Your eyes close so tightly that you feel tears forming. What would become of you?…

“haa—?!!” You jolt in surprise and blink your eyes open when you feel one of the princess' fingers pressing down on your clothed clit. “Does the feeling of fucking someone else in my bed while I’m not here turns you on? Did you want me to see you like this?” She begins circling your sensitive bud under her touch, making your eyes melt with pleasure and your head tilt slightly in hesitation. You’re not sure what’s going on.

Without stopping the ministrations, she turns back. A blank stare at the girl behind her, who couldn't say anything of the situation. She was fully dressed, just without the big hat so as not to get in the way. “You are so greedy… you did this despite knowing you are my servant.” She teases, even though her eyes are no longer on you.

“Will it be enough if you have both of us?” One of her fingers signals for Navia to come closer, holding her by the shoulders and guiding her hand to take off your panties, which Navia did without hesitation, her mouth already salivating at the sight of your wet pussy.

“Can I?" She makes sure, her arms already hugging your hips possessively as she looked at the lady with her puppy dog eyes until she replied “you may.”

And then, you feel your pussy being completely engulfed by her mouth, sucking out the essence that escaped and dripped onto the bed. "You are so sweet! Mmmh~” she would comment, her nose pressing against your clit deliciously, making you moan in ecstasy.

Lady Furina on the other hand, sat back in her chair, trying to enjoy the tea she brought, but failing miserably. Her thighs crossed over each other, squeezing together in a failed attempt to contain the excitement that was growing in her core. She knew she could do whatever she wanted, but what if word got out? Wouldn't that cause her any harm?

Your eyes searched for hers as Navia reveled in the taste of you, chest heaving up and down waiting for her to get up from her post and join you two.

“H-how about you take your clothes off and let me take care of you?” You suggest shyly, voice a little cracked and reluctant.

“Hmm…” she pounders, biting her lower lip.

Navia takes the opportunity to encourage her, separating from your slit with a loud pop and throwing her own clothes to the floor, “my lady, don’t be shy. It'll be our little secret, just the three of us. We’re not gonna tell anyone, promise.”

Furina uncrosses her legs and gets up, going to the end of the bed, “well… I guess… if you insist. I am quite curious, you see.” She climbs onto the mattress and crawls towards you, climbing over your body.

Your arms wrap around her back, pulling her down and gluing your bodies and mouths together with a kiss. From time to time, you rubbed yourself against any part of her body (you couldn’t even see which part was) like a bitch in heat. When you can't take it anymore, your agile and trembling hands remove all the fabric that covered her parts, exposing her nakedness.

“C’mon, let me have some fun too~” Navia gently pushes Furina forward, giving her space to position herself between your legs.

Furina's pussy is right ahead of your face, and you’re so thirsty! :( your hands grab her ass, and you feel the shiver that runs through Furina's body, but she doesn't have time to complain before you swallow the meal in front of you.

“Hnnnngh…!” Her body tenses up as you begin to suck on her pussy, her face turning red with pleasure. The sensation is new and exciting, something she never thought she’d experience. A sensation that only gets better the moment you feel something being inserted into your tight hole, moaning into her cunt when the small device starts vibrating in your canal.

Navia holds your legs open, amazed at how swollen your clit is right now, and intertwines her legs with yours, rubbing her own pussy against yours back and forth, spreading the sticky fluid all over your skin. You felt stimulated both above and below.

Furina would move your hair out of your forehead and pull on it clumsily, pushing your face back so she could see it. The way your makeup was all smudged, your eyes watering… she couldn't deny that this sight turned her on as she used your tongue to satisfy herself.

“Ahhh… yes, right there…” the princess moaned, choking you with her juices as you pushed your tongue deeper into her cunny. And you loved it. You loved how you felt used and handled by them just for relief. If you stopped for a moment to breathe, Furina would let out a long whine in displeasure and Navia would harshly open your mouth back with her fingers while she lifted your head, mouth ready to receive a warm pussy again. “Keep going, sweetheart,” she’d whisper.

And even if you finally came, squirting all over Navia’s pussy, they’d still use you a little more. Because it's not fair that only you get to finish!

You feel so overstimulated, body completely spent and sweaty, sensitive to the touch. Your jaw hurt from licking Furina so much, but you didn't stop until you heard her whimper, bucking her hips into your mouth and finally staying still for a few seconds while pressing your face against her hips to cum down your throat (and of course you swallowed it all!).

You already felt the need to breathe when she held you by the cheeks and separated you, her breathing was heavy and a line of a sticky white fluid connected your mouth to her pussy, running down your chin to your breasts.

Navia on the other hand, lasted a while longer before reaching climax, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as orgasm washed over her. She moved her hand down to circle her clit with two fingers for a little, until she stopped moving on top of you. And in the end, she still sucked your mixed essences from your pussy with the premise that “she was cleaning you up”, making you cum one last time before you two snuggled up with Furina next to you, too tired to do anything now and think about any possible consequences in the future (including the tea that got cold).

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c-o-t-o · 2 months

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OMG omg!! i have a question-- do i need to like pay or anything??? like this is so cool oml! this is what i would really like to see, and also idk if you are fine w multiple prompts in one but here-- can i request NSFW #9, #17 and #16, in one, with denji x fem reader?? sorry if its too much to ask but ur literally such a good writer i cant help it!! thank youuuuu ong

Dinner and Dessert, Part 1

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x fem reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, character aged up, explicit language, pain play, teasing, light bdsm (some CWs apply to other parts)

Misc: ~2.5k words, Part 1. Requested by anon (playing with you under the kotatsu, teasing, and pain play)- I got too into this request and so is going to be much longer than anticipated! Keep an eye out for part 2!

About: You and Denji start teasing each other under the kotatsu after dinner, but it begins to turn into something much more playful.

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Denji was being his rowdy self, as usual. You all managed to make it through a dinner together without Power flinging food across the room or Denji and Aki yelling at her. Denji was, however, very energetic tonight.

Aki was in and out of the living room cleaning up after dinner, while power sat off to the side on some cushions watching TV with Meowy. You and Denji were still under the kotatsu since it was so toasty and warm.

Denji lays straight back and carelessly spreads his legs out under the kotatsu, one of his legs ending up on top of yours. He puts his hands back under his head, grinning wide and sighing contentedly.

“Denji…” you say, hoping he’ll just realize he’s being obnoxious. When he doesn’t pay you any mind, you start shaking your legs to shake him off.

“Denji!” You laugh, although somewhat annoyed that he’s just taking up all this space.

“Whaaattt??” He finally responds, shaking his legs back with a devious grin on his face.

You reach under the kotatsu and try to push his leg off but he pushes back against the force of your hand. Denji makes a “ahh haa” sound to mock you, sticking his tongue out.

This back and forth goes on for a few minutes. You push him, he pushes you back. You slap his leg, and he tries to swat at you from his lying position. Eventually you both start laughing at each other. Denji sits back up and leans his head on his hand. He smiles at you with his cheeks all red. Probably from all the kicking and gyrating he was doing. He reaches under the kotatsu and pinches your leg, and you let out a playful yelp. You reach back under to do the same, pinching him on what you assume to be the top of his thigh. But instead of Denji yelling or getting annoyed, his face begins to redden more, eyes starting to avoid yours.

Confused, you pinch him again, thinking he’ll do something back to you. But this time, he just closes his eyes and exhales through his nose loudly. You lower your face to try and look him in the eyes, but Denji instead turns his face away.

‘Does he… like this? Did he do this wanting me to pinch him back?’ You wonder to yourself. It’s no secret that Denji likes the thrill of pain, but you assumed that was just when he fought. Before you can let your thoughts wander more, you feel Denji grab your hand under the kotatsu, squeezing your fingers. You look at him, his eyes still looking down at the table. With his other arm leaning on the table, his hand covers his mouth, trying to covertly hide his expression and the redness creeping in on his face. Denji puts your hand on his thigh, and you feel his hand on yours. He starts dragging his nails down your skin, making you gasp out loud.

“What happened?” Aki peeks his head out from the kitchen while he does the dishes. Hearing this, Power tilts her head around to look at you and Denji.

“N-nothing! It’s nothing, sorry.” You say with your voice cracking a bit. You glare at Denji who is still trying to cover his mouth, but smirking now. “You…”

You do the same back to Denji, teasing him just the way he did to you. Scratching his thigh didn’t get much of a reaction out of him, though. He does it back to you, but harder this time. You quickly turn to look at him, and all you can see are his eyes looking up at you pleadingly. Your heart skips a beat, understanding now that he wants you to do it harder. When you do, you see Denji’s neck cringe from pleasure. The sight of him getting turned on by you and the small hints of pain in your teasing, inadvertently starts turning you on as well.

The blanket under the tabletop is big and heavy, so nobody notices when either of you start moving around more underneath it. Denji goes back to laying flat on the floor while you lay on your side. You’ve both pulled the blanket up to your necks now, allowing both of you to reach more than just each other’s thighs.

Living with Denji, you two ended up constantly flirting with each other. As boys usually do, Denji’s way of showing it was always to tease you. When it mattered the most, he did protect you and looked out for you. But at home, when he could be his weird self, he loved to tease you. You once came close to kissing him late at night when you both started falling asleep on the couch watching a movie, leaning on each other. But nothing ever came of it, until today. Maybe Denji couldn’t take it anymore.

You gasp quietly to yourself when you feel Denji’s hand move up your arm, making its way up to your chest. He glances over at you to look for a reaction, hesitating. With just your eyes, you scan the room to make sure Aki and Power aren’t paying attention, which they aren’t. You look back at Denji, making tiny nods with your head. His eyes widen in surprise and excitement. Without wasting any more time, Denji’s hand finds its way to your breast, cupping and squeezing it gently at first. He tries to nonchalantly watch you for your reaction.

Denji’s hands are so big and warm that it honestly feels really good. Your eyes close in pleasure and you start letting out small breathy moans through your nose, trying so hard to be quiet. But suddenly, you hear Denji chuckle. It’s so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. But before you open your eyes, you feel Denji’s hand go under your shirt, pinching your nipple with his fingertips.

You grab your mouth to try keeping yourself from making too much noise, not really able to do much of anything with Aki and Power in the same room. Denji, still being Denji, starts teasing you. His fingertips start circling around your hardened nipple, pinching it randomly, trying to get you to gasp out loud. You feel yourself start getting wet. Were you also enjoying the random bits of pain? Denji somehow found a way to make it feel good and not actually hurt.

To retaliate, you lean over and run your hand up Denji’s thigh, hand resting over the crotch of his shorts. His eyes flash open at you, and all you can do is smirk at him. He pinches your nipple again in response.

Your hand knew exactly where to go, because… well frankly, Denji was already incredibly hard before you even touched him. He got that freaking hard just teasing you and feeling you up. You find the seam of his shorts, take a deep breath, and start making your way up them.

You didn’t think your first time feeling him up would be during a situation like this… but damn was it exciting. Nervous and eager to feel Denji, you finally slide your fingers underneath the fabric of his underwear. He was so hot from being so stiff that it warmed your fingers to the touch immediately. Denji was pretty big, and it somewhat takes you by surprise. You drag your fingertips across his skin from the base of him to his tip. There’s already precum pooling at the top. You laugh to yourself and drag the tip of your finger across it, using it to lubricate your fingertip as it circles the head of his cock. Denji throws his head back in pleasure, letting go of your boob. Closing your fingers around him, you start pumping your hand up and down his length, watching his eyes roll back in his head. Once you get a good rhythm going and he starts getting into it… you suddenly let go, making him go crazy from the sudden withdrawl. His knees jerk and hit the kotatsu from inside, making him yell out.

“Okay, what’s going on in there??” Aki asks annoyed, coming out from the kitchen to see what’s going on. For some reason, your immediate response is to close your eyes and pretend you fell asleep under the kotatsu when Aki comes in.

“It’s fine, just go back to your chores,” Denji retorts, trying so hard to play it off. “I just hit my knees, no big deal, it’s fine.” Aki looks down at you, then glares at Denji.

“Be quiet, she’s sleeping. And you should be, too. In fact,” Aki says, turning to look at Power as well, “We should all be going to sleep. We all have work tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, yeah, got it. I’ll wake her up and tell her to go to bed. Just wanna finish my show.” Denji says, trying to convince Aki and Power to both leave. Which they do, because Aki takes Meowy in an effort to get Power to go back to her room and sleep.

For a few brief moments it’s completely silent. Out of nowhere, you feel something warm near your face. You open your eyes to see Denji hovering above you. He playfully grabs your chin, bringing his mouth to your ear. He licks the shell of your ear, then bites on your earlobe before whispering, “You’re really in for it now.”

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huexuri · 4 months

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i have a thought! soob sending u a whimper audio or a lewd ass clip of him playing w himself bc he's so desperate for u to come back lol

yes omgeeee anon u are so smart !!!! i was thinking of something like this earlier but this seems like a better idea😭 also u are my first ask THANK UUUUUYYYUUUU

⋆ please come home (switch!soobin x switch!reader)

NSFW, MDNI!

(warnings: soob is switch(very sub lean) in this, reader is switch(dom lean), fem!reader, protective!soob, bratty!soob, degrading, masturbating, whimpering, sexting, dry humping, pet names: [good boy, baby, slut] thigh humping, tell me if there's more!)

note: ive been dying to get a request like this omg what a way to start the new year (HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERUONE)

"soob," you sighed.

you'd only be going out for a few hours to a party that one of your girlfriends practically begged you to go to, and since you haven't met her since the pandemic, of course you agreed to go. yet when soobin said himself that he absolutely didn't mind yesterday night, it didn't occur to you that 5 minutes before you head out, he'd be holding on to your arm asking who's gonna be there, where are you off to, etc. maybe it's just one of his protective traits, but you two agreed on this, so you weren't sure why he was so protective of you now.

"just promise you're not gonna go and let other guys hit on you okay? you know you get tipsy so easily right? i'm not saying i don't trust you at all ... i just don't want other guys to look at you! because you're so pretty in this dress... but only my eyes are allowed on you right? just don't go ar—"

"soobin!! i won't drink or anything okay? don't worry about me so much, just send me a message when you feel lonely okay? i'll talk to you on the phone if you need to. it's gonna be fine, soob.." you cut his words off, gave him a peck on the lips, smiled at him with reassurance and waved him a goodbye before he smiled back at you hesitantly.

"bye!! be safe!!!" was what soobin yelled as you were about to shut the front door, and all you could respond with was a louder "mhm!!!!" followed by the door flying shut.

an hour later, and you're sitting at the bar gossipping with all of your girlfriends. other than that, they constantly persuade you to drink. but knowing you, after one shot you go all red... which, sipping your iced water you decline their offer... over and over and over again. they just won't stop bugging you!!!,, so, you excuse yourself to the bathroom just to text your beloved.

sneaking yourself into a stall, you open your chat box to realize you'd left him on delivered for an hour ... "damn," you muttered to yourself, feeling bad that you possibly left him worried, but only 2 unread messages greet you with : "i miss you already!!:(" followed by a 2 minute long voice note.

you immediately plug in your earphones, ready to listen to whatever song he wanted to sing or whatever gossip he had to tell you.

"haa... miss you s-so bad.... mmh... come home pretty please?—a-ah fuck....."

immediately your eyes widened at the lewd sounds he made, you paused the voice note with a look on your face as if you just got caught commiting a crime. it caught you SO off guard, that was the thing you least expected ...., he knew you had a thing for his moans. in fact, it was one of your major turn-ons.. but soobin was never a vocal person in bed, he'd deny it even. if he made any sounds, he'd get flustered immediately. he thought it made him seem too feminine, so he never believed you when you said you liked it.

was this really him? you thought to yourself..

your finger hesitantly pressed the resume button on your screen.

"f-fuck, baby.. i'm c-cumming, aah,, you like it? come... c-come back for it.. ss—shit !!.."

2 minutes in, the audio coming to an end, you felt your thighs squeeze against each other, you felt your walls clench around nothing. my god, he sounded heavenly. you could hear the squelches of him stroking himself up and down, you could practically hear his pace fasten as his breaths became more irregular and his moans slowly increase in volume. you could literally tell when he busted all over himself. and oh, you did not know how much this aroused you until today.

screw this party, screw the drinks. he SO knew how to get you to come back home.

"i'm coming." you simply sent him, then you get ready to leave. after you left the stall, with a "sorry everyone, i have to go back, it's urgent.", you hastily left the party.

you practically bust the door open when you reach back to your apartment, panting as you see soobin lying on the couch scrolling away on his phone as if he didn't just get you leaking out of your panties. this son of a bitch, seriously.... teasing like that and acting like nothing happened??

"oh hey! you're finally back!! i missed you~" soobin happily exclaimed as got off the couch and walked up to you to give you a peck.

when you don't reply, he has the audacity to ask you what's wrong. towering over you, he still acts cute and ignorant until you nudge him against the door as it flings shut. your knees are in between his slightly bent legs and immediately you shove your lips into his, cupping his face as your tongues fight for dominance. your free hand reaches down to his bulge to stroke it through his pants. he moans into your mouth and oh my fucking god did it turn you on even more. how badly did you miss his beautiful voice? you could feel his erection start to fill in the space in your palm as it grew bigger and harder. pulling away from the kiss with both of you panting, soobin only pouts at you..

"what did i doooo? why so rough?" he looked at you with glistening, innocent eyes. not so innocent though, because he knew what he was fucking doing.

squeezing his clothed cock in response, he let out a soft moan at that. "soobin you fucking brat ... you KNOW what you're doing." you say in between breaths.

in a blink of an eye he'd flipped you over, now your back leaning the door with a soft thud, "brat, huh? say it again.." soobin responded, with a smug smile on his face.

when you don't respond but smash your lips back onto his, his dominant composure melts away into your kiss and he desperately grinds against your bare thighs. you rock your hips in response and his moan travels down your throat again. your hand wanders around, tugs on his waistband and sinks under, where now you feel the material of his boxers and his cock that twitches in your palm. your other hand runs up his shirt and tugs at his nipple, which he bucks his hips in response. he finally pulls away from the kiss, this time sloppier, and runs a finger though your hair. you took your hand off his boxers and your other hand out of his shirt, and placed them both on his shoulders.

"do you want it?" you muttered.

"i've been waiting for so long," soobin whispered, barely able to make out words.

"promise that you'll put those vocals to use?"

"y-yes."

now your hands leaving his shoulders and holding onto his wrist, you lead him to the sofa and pushed him onto his back.

"couldn't even wait until i came home, huh.." you muttered as you quickly unbuckled your tight leather dress. soobin only looked up at you with eager eyes when your dress fell off of your shoulders, exposing your body to the cold air. throwing the dress on the ground, you pull his pants down as well. just as he was going to take off his boxers you grabbed his wrist, and instead sunk down onto his hard on, the both of you clothed.

"but—"

"soobin, patience.."

you interlocked your fingers with his and started to grind down on him. his precum and your slick starts to seep through the cloth and soon you were sloppily humping him. he didn't lie when he said he was going to put those vocals to use, because as you rocked against him, he let out the most heavenly sounds you'd ever heard from him. those broken moans, only he could see how badly it turned you on. his fucked out face and his wet hair weren't helping either.

"i r-really want to cum ... p-please!—" soobin was only able to mumble between whimpers.

"not yet, hang in there..." you cupped his face, then thrusting a finger into his mouth. "take it like the good boy you are, and maybe i'll let you cum in me.."

soobin only nodded in response, his eyes squeezed shut as he sucked on your finger like his life depended on it — his saliva coating every surface of your finger.

"gooood boy... so needy just for me... huh? sent me a clip of you playing with yourself just so i can help you finish?"

his eyes fluttered open with the neediest look someone could ever look up at you from, in response to the pet name. you smiled at that and let him release your fingers. you pulled down your soaked panties and motioned him to do the same, he looked at you with a "really?" kind of look, and when you assured him, his cock immediately sprung out of his boxers— tip fiery red and shaft twitching like it's deprived of touch.

"do you wanna fuck me?" you said as you lied down on your back, looking down at him, looking like he's been desperate to fuck you.

"oh my god.." soobin panted.

soobin positioned himself in between your legs, his twitching cock against your aching cunt, he looked at you with a final confirmation.

"go ahead, baby."

with one full thrust he thrusted into you. unaware about his bigness, when you winced slightly in pain he was worried if he'd done anything. but since he was so desperate... you didn't want to ruin his moment, so you let him.

"s-soobin... fuck.."

"shit, baby.. you're so fucking— t-tight..."

eventually, your walls had moulded into the shape of him, and each thrust became less and less painful, more and more pleasurable. you were so focused on how good he felt when it caught you off guard that he started to play with your clit, long, veiny fingers flicking up and down on your swollen bud as he thrusted in and out of you at a controlled pace.

"fuck, fuck— when did you— get this g-good with your fingers... mmh..." you muttered.

soobin looked down at you with a satisfied smile and continued to rub circles on your clit,, soon his thrusts became sloppier, strings of saliva mixed with all sorts of other bodily fluids connecting soobin's body with yours...

"i'm—fuck, c-can i please!! please please... please let me c-cum.. mmh—!" soobin moaned, with obvious need in his voice, beads of tears welling up at his eyes, sweat dripping down his chest and soaking his shirt,,

"s-soobin... you can cum, baby ..... s-shit i—i'm—" your voice shakey, you could feel yourself reaching your climax. you fisted his shirt and pulled him closer to you, now chest to chest, you pulled him in a sloppy kiss, he moaned into you as you felt his warm seed fill you up to the brim.

you both stayed like this for a whole 5 minutes in silence. you thought he'd fallen asleep until..

"thank you.." soobin whispered.

"what?"

"thank you for coming back home."

"mm.."

"do you really like it when i'm vocal?"

"are you fucking serious, soobin?" you playfully smacked his back in a effort to hit him.

you could feel soobin grin against your ear.

"let's go get you cleaned up, pretty." soobin patted your head as he got off of you.

"hey, you too.." you weakly responded.

soobin could only giggle at that, and you scoffed.

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tired-fandom-ndn · 1 month

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On the topic of top!chilchuck. My fave hc rn is that something about Laios just...brings out something entirely different in Chilchuck. A lot of his lovers were surprised initially when realizing that he tops (toxic beliefs about half-foots, typical 🙄) and he haa been for the most part a prettg measured partner in the past. Maybe even utilitarian but kind enough. But with Laios? Its the first time Chilchuck really feels the desire to bite, to mark, to make his lover desperate and messy. Something about having Laios under him, all weepy eyed and mewling just sets his teeth on edge. He can't help but push the poor boy to his limits.

YOU GET ME, ANON.

I see Chilchuck as someone who treats sex like it's a job; he's attentive and his lovers never feel neglected or dissatisfied, but he's a bit detached from it and focused more on his partner than himself. His wife fucking hated it lmao

Laios though. . . Something about Laios just brings out the nastiest bits of Chilchuck, things he's buried deep. He's mean with Laios in ways he never even thought he was capable of, but something about Laios is just BEGGING for him to be left bruised and crying, flooded with a mix of pain and pleasure. Laios is always so calm and confident, some nasty part of Chilchuck wants to be the person who shatters that confidence, the only person who can affect Laios in the same way that monsters do. He digs his teeth in hard enough to draw blood, slaps hard enough to leave the skin red everywhere possible, degrades Laios in every way imaginable and makes him beg for more.

It keeps escalating too and Laios loves every single moment of it. It's harsh and intense and brings him out of his own head in ways he can never manage to do on his own. When the bites and scratches Chilchuck leaves on him are too distracting in the dungeon, Laios gets Falin to heal them with her knowing little smile while Chilchuck frowns at them from across the camp.

Chilchuck tries to sleep with other people after he starts hooking up with Laios, between dungeon excursions, but it's. . . boring. He's always left with an itch under his skin that doesn't settle until he has Laios on his knees or underneath him. Laios is also completely oblivious to the effect he has on this man and Chilchuck would like it to stay that way, thank you very much.

#Anonymous #chilaios #nsft #dungeon meshi #a shota dilf dom and his younger boyfriend/boytoy who he likes to slap across the face #it works for them

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generaltrashshecox · 4 months

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What is your favorite antmien interaction? Hopefully we can finally see them together in a video again cause I realized that there's only a few... or maybe I missed stuff? Are there other vids/clips where we can see them both?

No you are correct there aren't many videos they're in together but I do have a favorite moment! I think my fave interaction is actually in the BTS video of My Dead Friend when Ian and Anthony are talking about ham for some reason and Anthony's surprised by how big pigs are and Damien's just like "I know you're vegan but you've seen animals right?" and Anthony's face after is so priceless 😭 idk it's just so good and Damien's just so quick on it! I think a close second is the Hide and Seek video when Damien got out first idk there little conversation is everything to me lol! And I hope to see more of them too but it's difficult with Damien being booked and busy but I'm hoping for him to be in the next Smosh Pit Theater and Who Slapped Anthony 🤞🤞

Thank you for the ask anon!

#antmien #anthony/damien #anthony x damien #damien haas #anthony padilla #smosh #smoshblr #ask #anon #thank you!

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smalltownslasher · 3 months

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Can you do cod x dsmp ?? Like, not nsfw, angst/fluff maybe. Tommy meets TF141 (like teleports to their world?? Thanks!!!

the way i was so viscerally enamored with this idea i practically threw my phone across the room when i got it? thank you for getting me out of the tiktok doom scroll, anon, here's your stuff!

c!tommy meeting TF 141

tags: hurt/a bitty bitty bit of comfort, ptsd, panic attacks, shapeshifter!tommy, reverse isekai

tommy...okay, well he did know how he got here.

he'd been grabbing some wood, seen a weird looking portal, and without thinking; he'd stepped into it. honestly, generally considered a stupid move, but what should he have done? thought before he acted?

ha...haa.

of course not.

he'd toppled into some small room, slamming into some cleaning supplies, and what seemed to be potions, a few of which fell onto him. he made a loud noise of shock and surprise, and heard a sudden explosive noise.

immediately, he went rigid, tail wrapping around his waist as he shrunk into the wall. as if understanding his desire to hide, he felt his skin shift a little, mottled greys blending into the cement he was pressed again.

of course, his clothes didn't change with it, so really, the only difference was his hands and face.

when the door swung open, he was greeted with the sight of a heavily armored and, seemingly armed, man. he was tall, with a mask like a skull, and for a long moment he stared at tommy. just barely, he could see his eyebrows furrowing.

he kept his gun trained on tommy, and muttered something. tommy's ears twitched, trying to get a handle on whatever the hell he was saying, but he couldn't manage it in time.

the man grunted an affirmative, and suddenly surged forward, raising his gun and slamming the butt of it onto tommy's head.

he was dreaming, he was sure of it, standing on a subway track. across, his brother-- no, a simulacrum of his brother, stood, frowning.

"tommy?" he said, a vivid, still bleeding slash across his chest, and a puff of white that seemed to be starting to build in his hair. "tommy, what are you doing here? you're not supposed to be here, i thought-"

a train rushes past, the noise of it causing tommy to jolt awake, the sound of it hitting the tracks still blaring in his ears.

he was in another cement room, this one less crowded, and his hands were cuffed to the table in front of him. he swallowed, feeling the slight ache in his lip at the tusks now growing there. just like his brother's.

he swallowed, and felt them recede back into his usual incisors, as the door opened.

"that is fucking horrifying." came a gruff voice, accent similar to his own.

"thanks." tommy said, voice holding more attitude than he'd really meant it to. great job, idiot, piss off your fucking captors. great. great. he was so fucked.

"what the hell is...that? what happened to you? ghost said you were doing some chameleon shit."

"where am i?" he asked instead.

the man pinched the bridge of his nose. "you, are at a safehouse, far away from where we found you. lucky for you, the brass are not yet aware of your existence, but if you don't start answering questions, you've got some scientists in your future."

no.

white jackets, needles, muzzles and cages, thoughts of all that ran through his mind. except, this time, wilbur wasn't hear to peek in through the small basement window. this time, wilbur wasn't hear to use all of his strength to rip away the bars, and shove his thin body through to help tommy clamber out. he was alone. he was alone, and they were going to put him back-

"hey, hey kid, calm down." the man started to soothe, hand coming out to pat at his shoulder, but tommy just flinched away. his wrists rubbed something awful against the metal of the cuffs, and he let out a raw, choked noise. he could feel his body shifting around him, trying to find a safe foothold to keep tommy's panic at bay, but all it was doing was causing further pain to gather in his spine.

"no scientists, come on, it's okay." the gruff voice tried again, much closer now- kneeling in front of him. there was more light, aside from the fluorescent ones in front of him, and tommy swiveled his head to the door. there was another human man, the masked one again he guessed; even with his different mask.

"back off, price." he barked. the man who'd been trying to calm him down looked at the masked man for a long moment, before glancing back at tommy and stepping away. "hey, kid, what's your name?"

"what?" tommy forced out, voice not dissimilar to the gasp someone made when they came up for air out of a lake.

"name."

"tommy."

he sucks in a heavy breath, barely visible eyes twitching for a moment, and takes a few strides across the room.

"no scientists." he said, repeating what 'price' had said. "no tests. nothing like what you're used to." tommy watched with big eyes as the man strode closer, stopping a few paces away. "you need to calm down."

yeah, like it was that fucking easy. prick.

"we're not playing the 5 things game, because i'm pretty sure that wouldn't help, so you just need to fucking breathe, yeah? 4-5-6, or whatever breathing exercises work for you."

box breathing. puffy called it box breathing.

the first breath rattled through his chest, but the second came easier. he felt his skin slowly begin to slow in it's shudder, before calming altogether. it took a moment to realize feather wings had pulled their way out of his back, tucked close against his back under his hoodie.

"you got it." the man said, visibly hesitant. the feathers now on tommy's face bristled as he stepped closer.

"we need to ask you some things." he said finally, eyes flicking to price. "namely, what the fuck is going on with you?"

#tommyinnit #ctommy #simon riley #simon ghost riley #john price #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #cod fanfic #fanfic #ask blog #c!tommy

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dear-ao3 · 6 months

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okok everyone so thank you all for the feedback and the asks on the red bull second seat post, i love it. the next drama post will be on the sort of rise of the haas team and then the dramatic hilarious flop. if you have anything that you wish to contribute to this post please send it to me via an ask and if you send it off anon i will credit your user in the post. together we can write about the hilarity of gunther steiners door getting fok smashed

#not a tag #from saph #f1 #haas #my poor little meow meows

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tulipsforvin · 6 months

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I really love your writing. Thank you so much for being here and taking your time with writing so many incredible stories, and also sharing your talent 💕

Anyway, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind to write some nsfw with post-time skip William with Dom! female reader, with a bondage kink. Basically, they are having soft sex, where reader gives him lots of affection and so much pleasure after being apart from each other after 3 years.

(If you don’t feel comfortable with writing something like that, you’re free to ignore this request.)

William J. Moriarty x DomFem!Reader

A/N: Apologies for the late, late, LATTEE response 😭 I hope you have a good day or night ahead of you, anon!

Tags: NSFW, Bondage kink, Soft sex (it turned kinda steamy by the end😭), Praising, Penetration, Intercourse, DomFem, Implied Multiple Rounds, Use of blindfolds, Feather play, No Contraceptives (use them irl), Established Relationship, Post - timeskip William, Pet names Used: Darling, Sweetheart, My love etc.

It'd been too long — far too long since you'd felt him against you, skin against skin, mouth on mouth, hips colliding with each other.

Three years, to be exact. The two of you had gone so very long without the other's touch.

You two needed each other; physically, mentally, spiritually, carnally. And thus, to bridge the gap of affection and contact William and you had faced, the two of you ended up together in bed.

William lies under you — tied up in a red rope, head against the pillow and gasping for air. His back arches off the bed every time your tongue rolls over his twitching cockhead, making him moan and whimper in pleasure.

“Hff..” William tries to catch his breath, seeing nothing but the dark. A black blindfold covers his eyes; shadowing his vision. His heart drummed in his chest in anticipation, unsure of what you would do to him next.

You pull away from his cock when he's at the brink of, most likely, his umpteenth orgasm. In your dominant hand was a feather that you lightly, very gently trail over his erogenous zones - making a shudder go down his spine.

“You okay down there?” You ask him softly, slowly letting the feather travel over his pulsating cock - making his breath hitch.

“.. alright,” He confirms, his breathing ragged. “I'm alright.” His face was flushed in vibrant shades of reds and the tips of his ears pink.

You sat down on him at an unhurried pace, straddling him - his erection pressed deliciously against the fabric of your panties. You then leaned down to press your lips against William's and he parted open his lips to let your tongue enter into his mouth.

“You look wonderful, Liam - all tied up.”

Your tongues danced against each other, low moans and groans escaping the both of you - lips disconnecting and connecting over and over again. You pull back from him again.

“What do you want, Liam? Tell me - I'll give you anything you want and need.” You murmur against his lips, smiling at the way he kept on trying to hump himself against you.

“I— haa..” He huffs, panting. “In you, darling. I want to be i-inside of you - so very bad.”

“Hm?” You hum inquisitively, lazily pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “Really? Are you sure, my love? You don't seem as desperate enough to me. How bad do you want it?”

William, embarrassed and blushing took his time responding to you - the sounds of him panting and breathing heavily were the only current sounds present in the bedroom.

He takes in a deep breath, “...like I could go mad. Like I could go insane, (Name).”

An amused laughter escapes past your lips. Slowly nodding your head, you slip out of your panties. William, with his obscured vision, hearing the soft rustle of fabric as you shimmy out of your remaining garments becomes even further aroused.

You angle his cock against your slit, running it up and down your wetness - causing William to softly moan out in pleasure. Even whilst binded, he trembles and squirms under you, fingers helplessly twisting into the sheets.

“Sweetheart? Are you—oh god..” A soft gasp comes tumbling past his lips when he feels you with utmost slowness lower yourself onto his throbbing length. “Ngh- god, that feels good. You're so warm, darling. So tight.”

Your lips curve into a sleazy smile, looking down at him. You pause for a moment, letting the both of you adjust before you begin to slowly bounce up and down his cock.

“Good job, Liam.” You cooe. “Doing so well.”

Your own head tips back in pleasure, palms against his lower abdomen as you repeatedly raise and lower yourself on his shaft.

You lean down to pepper kisses against his jawline and his chest, occasionally pressing your lips against his neck and forehead.

“So good, haa..” William babbles. “So good..”

Your hand travels to the dampness of his chest, heaving. You place your palm over his chest where his heart lies thumping almost violently. You can almost feel him twitching inside of you everytime you roll your hips.

“Ah, hgnh—” William croaks out, rutting his hips upwards, pace uncoordinated and fervent. “Darling.. (Name)..” he whines out.

Your own breathing has grown ragged - your moans almost harmonizing with his and the both of your cheeks are flushed vibrant pink.

“Hff..” You breath out shakily. “Yes, my love?”

“I'm close, (Name). I'm so, so close..” William says, voice strained and breath stuck in his throat. “Let me see you, love. I want to see your face when I'm about to— agh.. please.”

You hum in affirmation, giving him soft reassurances while your fingers fiddle with the blindfolds. He lifts his head slightly to let you unfold it for him - all the while as you continue to bounce over his leaking cock.

As you remove the fabric away from his eyes, you notice his glossed over gaze; hazy with lust and yet still bright with love for you.

William's lips curve into a little smile upon seeing your face, seeming almost joyous.

“Ah— so pretty..” He murmurs, gazing up at you with limpid red irises. “Gorgeous.”

Your spongy walls tighten around him at your words, feeling yourself go breathless. William moans, his back lifting off the bed once more.

“(Name), 'm so close.” He whines, gazing up at your eyes. You're so beautiful to him.

“I'm- hngh..” You moan out softly. “I-i'm close too, Liam. Let's come together, okay?”

A few more jerks from his hips, a few more up and down motions from your own - a few more gazes at each other, lashes fluttering and lips parting, moans and grunts slipping from your throats and a few “I love you's” thrown here and there was all it needed, all that was required to push the two to the edge.

White, hot spurts of pleasure overwhelm the two of your bodies. You're not sure who's orgasm triggers who's but with a long shudder and a curl of your limbs and his — you end up gushing around him and he, gushing into you.

I know I said soft smut but it ended up becoming kind of steamy in the end 🏃🏃

#william james moriarty x you #william james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty x y/n #william james moriarty smut #william james moriarty x reader smut #reader smut #yuukoku no moriarty smut #moriarty the patriot smut #Yuukoku no Moriarty #Moriarty The Patriot

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fakesimp · 8 months

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You want it? Then earn it , With Ver Vermillion

Warning !

Nsfw ; Mentions of Female genital ; Whiny! Switch! ( Sub Leaning ) Ver ; Afab! Reader ; "Ittadakimasu" ; Established Relationship

!! MINORS DNI !!

A/n !

Ideas are from @/brisquad-unit-4402 and 🍒 anon !! Both of their ideas combined ! Thank you for dropping your brainrot, I have prepared food for villions and others to read now (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

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Soft gasps filled the room, clothes rustling can be heard inside the bedroom. "Jagi- Ah- Wait wait!-" Ver is slightly disheveled as he is pushed to the bed by you, his heart beating so fast as he watches you get on top of him and look down on him. Licking your lips seductively, making him stuttering out a shaky breath.

"Let's get that mouth to work shall we?" You let out a chuckle as you slowly set yourself down on his lap, you're grinding on him. His breath hitched as he felt the friction, his hands went to your hips as he unconsciously started grinding back against your clothed cunt.

A small whine escaped your lips as you continue grinding until you had enough and pulled off your underwear, revealing your wet and leaking cunt. Screaming to be touched, Ver' eyes shines slightly as he stared down at your wet cunt.

"Jagiya.. Please let me.." He whispered as he look up at you, silently pleading for you to, let him give you the pleasure you needed.

You hummed softly as you slowly get yourself right above his face, your pussy right in front of his face, his hands spreading your thighs slightly before pulling you down by the thighs.

You let out a surprised squeal when you felt his tongue on your throbbing bud, you unconsciously started moving your hips, making Ver whined as he continue eating you out.

Your body shivered in pleasure as Ver continuing his onslaught of eating you out like there's no tomorrow, "Hmnn, Yeah.. that's, Ah- hnng.. That's it Ver.. Good Boy.." You whispered, earning another whine from your Beloved Kaichou. "Mmn.. More.." He said, slightly muffled due to him still underneath you, lips on your cunt, still doing what he have to do.

You let out a shaky sigh as you look down on him, his eyes are a bit glossy, you noticed how his fingers are slightly dugged into your skin. The desperation in his eyes, you tilt your head back slightly, looking over your shoulder to see your poor lover is hard.

His untouched cock is leaking with precum, it is silently asking to be touched, you get up slightly making Ver let out a small whine of disappointment when he lost the feeling of your pussy. But he immediately let out a surprised whimper when you touched his cock.

His hands immediately went to your wrist, "J-Jagiya- a-ah.. w,wait-" He stuttered out but you didn't buy it, you continue pumping his hard cock. "Haa- Ah!- Please!-" He pleaded, "Please what pretty boy, hmh-?" You noticed the way his body twitches ever so slightly as you continue your onslaught on his cock.

"S,sit- Ah- Hmmnn-" You immediately knew what he meant, he is really that desperate for your pussy, he is drunk on them by this point. "Please-? " He let out a soft whine as he lost the sensation of your warm hand on his cock, "Ah- Hmn.." you look over your shoulder.

To see your Beloved Kaichou, flushed red. Breathing heavily as his eyes are in a haze, filled with lust. "Jagiya..." He called out to you, barely in a whisper. "If you want it that bad," you trailed of as you slowly turned yourself around and then lower yourself back down to his lips. But when he's about to lick all of your mess, you pulled up again.

"Be a good boy and listen to me okay?" He nodded his head frantically, and the moment you lower yourself again, his hand went to your thighs, gently rubbing them as he started lapping your folds.

"Hnnmh.." You, ended up grinding on his face, chasing your own pleasure. "I'm close.." you whispered as you ran your fingers through his hair locks, making him whimper as he continue lapping his tongue on your wet folds. Making a mess on himself as he did so.

When you're very near, he held your thighs down and licked up all the cum, making you feel a bit overstimulated.

After a few minutes of Overstimulation, he finally stopped and let you rise up from his face, you, while still gasping for air, looked down on him.

"I'm sorry.." he whispered, but you shook your head and pat his head, "It's okay, You did so well Ver.. Let me help you relief yourself, hm?" You said as you got off from on top of him, sitting on his lap, poking his leaking and red cock, "Mnh- Please? .." He pleaded.

Your warm hand is now on his cock, slowly pumping him, he grew impatient and started humping on your hand. Soft gasps escaped his lips as he tried to chase for his release, "Ah- Nnh- I'm close I'm close- Mnnh!- please- aH!- can I cum? Please? Please --" he' so cute when he asked for your permission to cum, you didn't even tell him that he doesn't need to ask for it.

But he wanted to be your good boy.

You chuckled and nod your head, slowly leaning close to his ear, "Yes, cum for me, hm?" Your whisper send shivers down his spine, and right there and then you heard his whimpers are getting higher and higher.

Soon, he finally came and he laid flat on the bed, breathing heavily. His body slightly spasming as you moved your hands away, playing with his cum that got onto your hands. He glances at you and reach out to your wrist, pulling your hand towards his lips before licking his own cum off from your fingers.

"Sorry.." He whispered an apology, meanwhile you, you were quite stumped what he just did, but in the end you shrugged it off and kisses his forehead. "You've done well.." You praised him, he hummed softly as he gently pull you towards him.

Burying his face right under your chin, "Did, Did you feel good?" He asked, quite muffled. "Yes, I do" You replied as you wipe your hands clean before wrapping your arms around him, running your fingers through his hair locks. "We need to clean up" You said, "Mnngg.." He didn't say anything further as he just bury his face even more, you sighed and played with his hair, "Okay fine, Later we're both cleaning up this mess okay?" He nodded his head as he then slowly drifting off to sleep.

"Seriously...

...I Love you"

A/n !

Here. It. Is !!

Does it reach your expectations? Do you like it? I hope you do (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji #xsoleil x reader #xsoleil #ver vermillion x reader #ver vermillion

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