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leavemetoplaythesims · 7 months

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i started playing elden ring again look at my tarnished

#her name's lucas #she's a confessor #she's sick #elden ring #my screenshots #video games

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direwombat · 1 year

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what form of love does your ship embody?

tagged by @detectivelokis, @socially-awkward-skeleton, and @inafieldofdaisies to do this uquiz

tagging @adelaidedrubman, @sstewyhosseini, @aceghosts, @strangefable, @strafethesesinners, @fourlittleseedlings, @confidentandgood, @purplehairsecretlair, @baldurrs, @deputyash, @harmonyowl, and anyone else who sees this and wants to give it a go!

r: define your meaning of war

LOVE AS VIOLENCE. [ love as bloodshed, crimson as a knife slipped between your ribs ] when ocean vuong said "to arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration" and when franz kafka said "you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love" and when ada limon said "how do you love? like a fist. like a knife" and when richard siken said "sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine"

and some joseph/augustine as a curveball/treat :)

r: the father and the confessor

augustine la roux

LOVE AS HUNGER. [ love as ravenous desire, love as something fragrant and home-built ] when florence welch said "we all have a hunger" and when jenny slate asked "who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?" and when violet trefusis wrote "I want you hungrily, frenziedly. passionately. I am starving for you..." and when anne carson asked "what are we made of but hunger and rage?"

joseph seed

LOVE AS RELIGION. [ love as the sole object of your reverence--nothing about you is holy, but maybe your love for another is ] when sappho said "in the crooks of your body i find my religion" and when the cast of les mis sang "to love another person is to see the face of God" and when halsey said "i found God, i found him in a lover" and when katherine philips wrote "to the dull angry world let's prove there's a religion in our love"

#i went through two different go-throughs for syb since there were a few where she could have gone either way #but both ended up with 'love as violence' so. didn't matter adflakjsdfa #also WOOF not the result i expected for augustine but FITTING #papa la roux was abusive so he got no love there; mama la roux was busy working and then she got sick #and syb was ALSO busy working a lot of the time #what little time he did get with his mom and sister were good and quality #and he /knew/ that he was loved. but he still felt guilty about always wanting...more.#and joe. yeah. i would have been shocked if he got anything else lf;jkadsf #oc: deputy sybille la roux #oc: augustine la roux #r: define your meaning of war #r: the father and the confessor #edit: added the uquiz link #i forget it half the time idk what's wrong with me whoops

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frcnzy · 2 months

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@miserycorde // starter call

The heavy woosh of steel cutting is all that is heard as the blunted side of a scythe comes between the two, creating a defensive barrier and at least somewhat comfortable distance between Sirren and the white mask. Through white eyelashes burning orbs leered warily at the one who had been following her. After having an onslaught of violent creatures and humanids alike her patience was wearing rather thin for those lurking in the shadows. So when the newcomer finally got just close enough -- the blade back swung first, the turning of her head came after. suggesting her knowledge of their presence for quite some time whilst also giving the whispers of a threat if anything was tried in this moment. "You best have a good reason for following me before i come up with one better for taking your head."

#₊˚ muse ; sirren the confessor #miserycorde #[ sIRREN PLS ; im sorry shes cranky ; needs a nap]

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aethelflaedel · 9 days

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found out my boss is a last kingdom enthusiast yesterday. this is a win you guys

#she's lovely #i was reading a book on edward the confessor and that's how the conversation started #the last kingdom

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fideidefenswhore · 8 months

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The Dean said the King would not insist on this point of free consent, and he confessed that the King frequented the society of a lady of a noble house, whom it was reported the King intended to marry, if he obtained a divorce. Mentioned a report that the King wished to marry this lady to legitimate by subsequent marriage a son whom he had by her; but the Dean said that this son was by another lady, who was already married. Said he had never heard of this, and he thought that the King's love for another than his wife must be for the mother of his son. Remarked also on the suspicious nature of the King's intimacy with the lady in question; but the Dean said he had never heard anything of it. Asked him if he knew these two ladies, and whether they were beautiful, worth leaving his wife for. He said he knew them both, and the mother of his son was eloquent, gracious, and beautiful, but the other lady was more beautiful still. Suggested that the King must have been charmed by potions, or otherwise; but the Dean said he had not heard of anything of the kind.

"Rapport de M. Loys Helwighen touchant l'home de Louvain." Loys de Heylwigen, of the Emperor's council in Brabant, was supping with the porter of the castle of Louvain on 22 June 1532 [...]

add to tags: elizabeth blount's preeminent biographer agrees that this is indeed the correct translation....

When Heylwigen pressed the dean on the two ladies, Barlow [conceded] that Bessie was indeed beautiful, eloquent, and gracious, although [commented] that Anne Boleyn was also a beauty.

...except somehow, also, doesn't?

In contemporary sources Bessie was commonly referred to as a beauty with the Dean of Westbury stating, when she was aged around thirty, that she was more beautiful than the king's second wife, Anne Boleyn.

so. if i wasn't confused before...

#elizabeth blount #anne boleyn #oooh ok ... eloquent and gracious was about elizabeth blount then? and the more beautiful still was anne?#primary sources #curious and curiouser #john barlow #i often see this dismissed on one of two grounds:#one; that 'even' anne's chaplain said this = she was unattractive #(that blount was more so)#two; that since this is her chaplain of course he's going to praise her #mind you 'the most beautiful woman in the world' comes from fray diego; the woman's confessor at the time #yet is always taken at complete face value #ive also read SO many variations of this quote i no longer know what to believe #gw bernard claims it was 'more eloquent and graceful; more truly handsome'#i need to find this in the original language to delve in more i think #the sanuto one that's supposed to be a burn also doesn't claim AB was un-attractive #just that she wasn't helen of troy

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snoopy32102 · 2 years

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my sister, pro music gatekeeper, showing me her fave jeff buckley songs because she likes them so much and wants me to hear them but also threatening me if i listen to them on my own is so cute i love her

#she's the only jeff buckley stan in the family and is trying to keep it that way #my favorite thing is her trying to gatekeep neko case like our mom didn't raise us on fox confessor

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direwombat · 1 year

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Hnnnnnggg need to go to bed but tonight's shower thoughts revolved around joseph and augustine and how joe is meticulous in keeping him away from any of the combat and only showing him this idyllic version of the project, and making sure he's fed and clothed and clean, living this peaceful life that comes at the cost of SO much blood but he's kept blind to that so that when the time comes to "reunite" him with syb, all he sees is a violent woman working tirelessly to destroy the new family and new purpose augustine has found, thus making him feel betrayed and pulling at the already worn threads that tie their small and fractured blood family apart, but also then joseph reassuring augustine that eventually syb will listen to reason. the war broke her. turned her into something she isn't meant to be. but don't worry because jacob knows exactly what to do to take her apart and make her right again

#djhxadkjaksl i have so many thoughts about how joe uses love to manipulate #god. i need to write that reunion fic because it is VERY MUCH the start of syb's breaking point #that reunion. which happens after john is dead and faith is getting clean. marks the beginning of the end #because at that point its broken people clinging to what little warmth they can find with each other #and syb has to choose whether her devotion to her brother outweighs the oath she swore to protect the people of hope county #anyway. bedtime. sorrynotsorry for the wall of text #whining wombat #oc: augustine la roux #oc: deputy sybille la roux #r: the father and the confessor

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kaz3313 · 1 year

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Im the op of the damnfandomproblems post

No issue with headcanon but saying a character is confirmed lgbt cause he did something that has nothing to do with sexualityn when he literally says he is straight is weird

Oh yeah I can get down with that/I totally understand. Hope I didn’t come off as rude I was more being jokey myself!

#I feel a lot of people see themselves and their struggles in characters #so perhaps when they see a character go above and beyond with ‘I’m straight’ they relate it to their own experiences of saying that to hide #that their gay #not saying that’s happening in your fandom- just kinda like a general ‘maybe that’s why this is a common theme’#there’s a character who people say is a confirmed lesbian- she is not so I understand the frustration #hope your doing well dear confessor!

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vanderilnde · 3 months

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NEED to know what happens after butcher!Simon beat the guy to pulp 😭 Does reader ends up insisting to tend his split and bloody knuckles hence bringing him into her apartment and Simon just decides that it's his second home now. Cause wdym it's not? She practically invited him in?? He's her problem now, like a stray.

“and Simon just decides that it’s his second home now / he’s her problem now, like a stray”

OHHHHH MY GOD????? SO FUCKING TRUE ANON!!!

When the pounding had petered out, you weren’t allowed to leave your flat. Simon’s parlance held an undercurrent of finality, so you listened. Listened to the soft rustling and thudding on the other side of your door, the grunts of labour let out by him. And when he was done, when only a crude, mulberry outline of blood coagulated into the carpet outside of his flat, you called him inside.

You decided to refrain from asking any questions.

You just seated Simon at your dining table—which he seemed to giant—and brought out the first-aid kit from under your sink. The mellow, winking light of your kitchen flutters over the split skin of Simon’s knuckles as you clean them out. He doesn’t wince and doesn’t flinch. The only reason his fingers twitch is to curl them further into your palm, stealing your warmth.

The silence is snapped with your quiet question. “What if someone reports you?”

“They won’t, Trouble,” Simon mumbles. “They know who I am.”

Your deluged brain catches onto only one word. Lazy and heavy how it slips past Simon’s lips, pools into his mask. Your eyes flicker up, skittish. “Trouble?”

“Seem to bring it with ya,” he shrugs. Simon leans back in your chair, the fleeceback of his trackies tightening around his thick thighs. “Fitting, innit?”

A sound—somewhere between sheepish and bemused—peals out of you. It’s parroted by Simon, taking the form of an almost-chuckle, but is quickly succeeded by a sharp wince. His face twisting like the tail of a kite, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Simon?”

He grunts. His crystalline curls stiffly sway as he shakes his head. “Fucker punched me. Landed on my lip.”

It’s an undertaken desire that tells you to lean forward and unhook Simon’s mask off his ear. You have the inkling he’ll maul you if you try, but truthfully, you know that Simon won’t bite the hand that feeds him.

He’s pliant and malleable under your touch. Almost kittening into your palm, an obedient dog as you loosen Simon’s mask from his chin, letting it dangle from his cauliflower ear—a materialisation of his dubious past—and brush against his jaw.

A hint of fear ephemerally colours Simon’s eyes. He’s naked, bare, under your gaze. A confessor at the feet of an apostle, praying for proclaimed absolution. Hoping you’ll overlook his scars and dimpled skin, hoping you’ll take him in for the stray he is.

You reach out, grazing Simon’s face. Raising a cotton wad to his busted, thin lips. It permeates the elements of a kiss. Your gauze against his puckered lips, soaking him up, his blood, into your bandage.

Simon’s a lost dog. He keeps coming back. Though it reads like it, it isn’t entitlement. It’s taking possession of you.

It’s simple, really. Simon just wants to be pet, and he just wants to please.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost/reader #cod mw2 #simon writing #writing

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arikos-of-caelid · 2 years

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“Ahhh…Little culver, I perceive thou art troubled,” Rennala observed, as Arikos entered the library chamber, head hung slightly lower than usual.

He took a seat nearby her, sighed, and nodded his head. “...You’ve gotten it in one, my good lady.”

“There is no threat, nor trouble here. Space, time, and light aplenty for thee,” she continued. “Aye, aye…Guess that’s why I decided to come here. To think. Other places are a bit too crowded and noisy for that,” Arikos replied.

And for a while, he simply sat there, cross-legged, watching Rennala as she watched the amber egg clutched so tenderly in her grasp.

“...Some matters in my past have become impossible for me to avoid,” Arikos finally blurted out, breaking the silence. “I’ve been trying to work through it, but…It feels like it’s smothering me.” “Ah….” Rennala replied, seeming to stare once again into some invisible space in the distance.

“‘Tis as easy as one moment, to become one anew, if only you wish it,” she finally responded. “True…it would. But becoming someone else would just be running away again with extra steps. Truly, I thank you for the offer, but…” Arikos’s hand couldn’t help but drift to the mark on his forehead - a physical symbol of the oath he took, allegedly disingenuously, to aid their cause and learn their secrets. Given to him, he now remembered, by one particular Knife; still dear in spite of everything.

He sighed. “...There is much magic in the Lands Between, but no real ‘magic’ solution to this. I simply have to face it as it is.” “Mine door is still open to thee always, shouldst thou change thine mind.”

“...I know. Thank you, once again.”

#[Confessor's Personal Files]#It's Moon Mom!#Always a Good #She definitely grew on me

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thisismeracing · 7 months

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Call me obsessed | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her) ― Word count: 2.2k ― Warnings: +18; not proofread; suggestive content and graphic description of sex (p in v, fingering, dirty talk, praising kink, mean!dom mick, squirting, no protection); jealous!mick; Minors DNI! ― Summary: Everyone talks about how good it is to date someone who’s exactly like you, but Mick has been finding it hard to believe, especially when his girlfriend has the same sunshine energy as him. The problem? Too many friendly flirts around her. And though he’s not a jealous guy, he finds himself ready to praise her and prove to her that he’s the only one. You can say he's obsessed. ― A/n: I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts by reblogging and/or leaving me an ask (anons are on) *mwah* 🤍

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It was past midnight. The party was in full swing. Everyone seemed too busy either with drinks, dance, or lip moves. Mick had a beer bottle in his hands and he listened to whatever his group of friends loudly chattered about while keeping an eye on Yn. Well, or trying to keep an eye on her since Yn would fly and disappear around the packed club as if she were literally a social butterfly.

For a long time, people have been comparing the couple. They always pointed out Yn as the sunshine girl, just like Mick was the sunshine boy. You would never see her raise her voice or be openly rude. Her snarky comments were usually very subtle, and the only thing that gave Yn a hard time when the subject was flying under the radar on how she was feeling was her eyes. Which, curiously, was the same as the Schumacher boy.

He would stare the person up and down or arch his eyebrows in confusion. Sometimes he would let out a fake laugh, and his eyes would tell everything you needed to know about how he was feeling.

And contrary to everything people tend to say about dating someone who shared a lot in common, their relationship was amazing. They were able to agree on disagreeing, and when they shared the same opinion they would often gossip about it whenever it involved famous people. Both not being so open to doing it with anyone else. They were each other's favorite confessors.

“Fucking finally,” he mutters in her ear when she slots herself between his legs, a big smile on her lips, her forehead a bit damp from going around talking with everyone.

“I’m sorry, babe, I just met Jana’s girlfriend, she’s so funny, I love them. We were talking abo-”

“The team’s social media manager?” Mick asked, kissing her naked shoulder, and Yn nodded. “Not even I know Jana this close.”

“Your girlfriend is the social butterfly, Mick,” Esteban, who was sitting at the barstool beside them, stated. “She’s just like you, but much more open to new friends. Where you’re kinda shy, she’s…” he stopped, hands on his chin. “How do you say extravertie?” he asked himself.

“I think it’s extroverted, Estie,” Yn said, turning her front to Mick.

“Yeah, oui! Where Mick’s a bit shy, you’re extroverted. So it’s like sunshine and double sunshine,” he explained, but neither the German nor Yn was paying much attention this time, too wrapped up in each other’s stare.

“You look so pretty tonight. Prettier than ever,” Mick whispered in her ear, and Yn draped her body on his, kissing his heart through his white shirt.

“You look like quite the catch too,” was her answer.

And when Mick leaned in to connect their lips in a kiss, he was interrupted by Lando, “Yn, Yn, Yn, he’s about to play the song we asked for.”

And before Mick or Esteban can question ‘Who’s he?’ Yn explained that it was the DJ who was super friendly and ended up friends with Lando and her, to which the French guy just arched an eyebrow to his best friend, as if saying, ‘See my point? Double sunshine’. Yn kisses Mick’s cheeks briefly, and in the blink of an eye, she disappears in the crowd stopping here and there to talk to people that the Schumacher was almost sure she just met that weekend. And you see, he wasn’t a jealous guy, far from that. Mick knows Yn loves him. He knows she’s someone warm and happy, and that seems to call people to her, and though people say that they’re the same he secretly thinks that everyone’s in love with her, not with him.

And he doesn’t judge.

He’s in love with her too.

The problem is that lately, everyone is on her lane, so much they can’t seem to catch a break, and the line is crossed for him that night when he’s in a friend’s circle and Yn gets there straight into Pierre’s waiting arms exchanging some kind of internal joke. And he knows Pierre’s a flirt as a joke. He knows the French is very much in love with Kika. But the second one of the guys asks if Yn is Pierre’s girlfriend Mick is fuming.

“No,” it’s Mick’s monosyllabic answer before he brings Yn to his embrace, holding her in front of his body and burying his head on her neck. He doesn’t even register that Kika is right beside Pierre laughing at the way they got it all wrong and explaining that Yn is just like Mick, rarely, somebody doesn’t like her.

When he closed his teeth after nipping at her skin, pinching her pulsing point, Yn held back a whine and laced their fingers. And it was just what Mick needed to drag her out of there. He doesn’t stop to say goodbye, doesn’t stop to explain why they’re leaving, they just navigate between the crowds to the waiting drivers outside the club. The second they reach the hotel and get inside the elevator, Mick is all over her and that fire is completely new to Yn. So much so that she can’t even formulate a question about what got him like that, because he answers for himself too, when he mumbles “Gotta show them you’re mine. Show them you can be friendly with everyone, but there’s one side of you that only I can see.”

Yn relishes in the feeling of being trapped between the elevator walls and his hard body, the way one of his thighs presses against her core and he holds her face between his big hands, making her lips pluck just for him. In fact, everything she would do that night would be just for him. For their pleasure only. In the security of being free to be as nasty as she wanted because that was just what Mick was doing by whispering the most unholy things in her ears.

She was fucked.

Would literally be in just a few seconds, there wasn’t any doubt about it.

Once they were inside his room, Mick made quick work of taking off her dress, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air of the room, her nipples hardening in an instant, she whimpered asking for his touch.

“Oww, poor girl. I haven’t even touched you yet, Schatzi,” he mocked, holding the strings of her panties in his hands and pushing it up a bit, dragging the material right on her clit. Yn moaned, and he smirked deviously. He was being mean because he could and because he knew it turned her on, “I wonder how wet that pussy is.”

“It’s for you, Micky. All for you,” she manages to breathe out her answer.

“I bet it is, Schatzi. I bet you kept thinking about me losing my patience, dragging you into one of those bathrooms, and fucking you until they all heard you screaming,” his dirty words kept going dragging more and more moisture from her body. Making it hotter. “Or did you think about me fingering you under the table?” he chuckled maliciously, and louder when Yn grabbed one of his hands and pushed it inside her pants.

Mick shook his head, keeping his fingers still right on top of her clit, “tsk tsk, that’s not how this works, Yn. You know that though everyone says you’re a ray of sunshine, you’re actually a bad girl, don’t you? You tease me so much by being just like me, it’s not even fair,” he remarks.

“Micky, I-” she’s interrupted by his pointer finger on top of her lips.

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson tonight, OK?” Yn could swear she never saw that gleam in his eyes. “You’re mine and only mine. Ok?” he repeated his last remark, grabbing her chin and turning her face to his.

“Yes, sir.”

“Now that’s improving,” Mick nodded, and finally his fingers dragged on her slit, feeling how wet and piling she was for him. He took his time caressing her, circling her clit, and getting so close to inserting his fingers, that Yn wanted to scream at him whenever he retreated.

That was mean.

He knew that was mean.

He was having fun with it all.

But it did not take him long to push her against the mattress of their bed. Big hands held Yn’s waist in place while she tried to make herself as comfortable as she could, supporting her body on her arms, face down on the pillows, and ass up in the air like a piece of art made for his eyes only. Yn heard the drag of his zippers, and his pants coming down. She heard the material of his shirt, and she heard the slap he gave on her ass too, moaning into the bed.

She felt dizzy, a rush of ecstasy running through her body when he pushed her panties to the side and bottomed out in one swift motion splitting her in two. She felt her arousal messing where their bodies intertwined and his firm grip on her waist that would certainly leave bruises behind. The cotton of her piece of clothing pushed deliciously against her clit, and she had to register both feelings when Mick draped part of his body on top of her and bit her shoulder.

“Stay still,” he commanded, and Yn shuddered with how sinful his desire was, “Now show me how much you need me.” She pushed her hips back sending shockwaves through their bodies, starting a lazy pace, with deep but slow strokes.

“I need more, Micky,” Yn cried out, without stopping her movements. She turned her face slightly trying to make eye contact and he caressed her spine with one hand, “Please, give me more, love.”

And that he did. Mick moved one strong leg to the bed, his other foot planted on the ground, and dived into her pussy with strength and pace, taking moans out of Yn. He felt the sweat start at his hairline, and his hands gripping her waist started to slip, making him sink his short nails into her skin. His frantic moves brought them closer to their orgasms, and when he felt her walls contract against his dick he gripped her neck bringing her back flush to his front, creating a new angle and hitting new spots that made Yn see stars. She gripped his waist and slid her hand to his ass digging her own nails there.

Mick grunted and lost a bit of the self-control he had, slipping dirty words in German on her ear.

“You’re taking me so well, being such a good girl for me.”

“All for you, just for you, Mick,” she whimpers moments before he tells her to milk his cock, to let go, to jump off because he’s ready to catch. And Yn does just that. She cums and Mick’s not far behind, giving her just a few more strokes to ride her orgasms and reach his.

“You look so sexy fucked up like this,” the German mumbles after a second of silence catching his breath. Yn smiles lazily. “But I want one more, give me one more, Schatzi.”

Yn lies on her back now, Mick hovering over her, eyes searching for hers in an attempt to make sure she’s still navigating the same boat, feeling the same waters. There’s a wicked glow in her eyes too. He smirks.

Still holding eye contact with Yn, Mick drags his shaft on her slit, messing his dick with their juices, before sliding inside again. She purred in his ear, lacing her arms around his broad shoulders. Mick rolled his hips, and Yn bucked hers, looking for relief again. Searching the shockwaves.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” She confesses, and he grins on her neck, nipping her skin.

“Say my name,” this time his forehead was touching hers, blue orbs trained on hers, and when she moaned his name Mick snapped his lower half, dragging his body against hers. “You’re taking me so well. Always takes me so well. Such a good girl now. I’m obsessed with you. Love you so much, Schatzi,” he praises.

Mick gives another series of commands, telling Yn not to take her eyes off him, to roll her hips, to dig her nails into his shoulders, and to moan louder. She does it all. She does everything in a trance. Each syllable is pronounced against his lips, each movement is made with the permission of his eyes. There’s too much to gather, too much to concentrate, she feels her body convulsing, a sob passing between her open lips, right before the gates are opened and she’s squirting for the first time. Pussy gushing on Mick and their bed. Making a mess of everything, and making him cum right on the spot while watching everything unfold. His eyes keep going from hers to their joined bodies, to hers again, and he smirks proudly before they both slump in a mess of sweat, cum, and limbs on the bed.

“That was so hot,” he blushed. After saying the dirtiest things and doing them all, Mick Schumacher blushed.

“You gotta keep teaching me lessons. I feel like I have so much more to learn,” Yn joked with a giggle, and he kissed her chin.

“If it depends on how friendly you are, I’m gonna teach you you’re mine after every social gathering.”

“I kinda like this new side of you.”

“Kinda?” he arches his brows. Y/n can almost hear him mentioning the hottest sex they’ve ever had. She smiles.

“A lot, actually. I like it a lot.”

“I thought so too.”

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Hiii!! I hope you guys liked it! I just noticed that there's always a hint of softness in the versions of Mick I write, I don't think I was able to portrait him as a reeealy mean!dom, but hopefully it was close enough. Make sure to let me know your thoughts by leaving me an ask and reblogging. Love y'all! And sorry for the people who requested it ages ago, I took my time, but the piece came together hehe

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