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arkhammaid · 2 months

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE LIVERY LAUNCH

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. the stark racing f1 team launches their livery

content warnings. written in 3rd person/lowercase, written + smau, not edited/proofread

word count. 0.8k + smau parts

notes. the main arc begins!!

y/n doesn't do nervous. not as l/n, not as stark- it's simply not in her nature. yet when the lights dimm and the audience starts to grow silent, her heart was up hear throat and she tried to dry her sweaty palms on her race suit.

"there is no need for that", muttered her teammate right behind her and she almost jumped. she glared at him, but he just grinned and gave her two thumbs up.

"don't do that, it makes you look old." he immediately put them down and she snorted.

"alright, you two, are you ready?" a stark employee, more specifically a stark racing employee, ushered them across the backstage all the way beneath it, ready to push them to the big event.

the car launch. the livery reveal. the introduction of stark to formula one, probably the most anticipated event of the year. unlike the other teams, they've been teasing the public for several weeks now, nothing concrete. speculations were all over social media, no one was even sure what main color stark racing would have, something the marketing team was very proud of.

now they would not only reveal the car, which would dominate the season (because- who are they kidding? they definitely will) but also the branding and race suits, and officially appear as drivers in one place.

the music started to play, the room darkened and the lightshow started. but y/n couldn't see anything of it happen. instead she was guided to the platform, which would bring her on stage, and put her helmet on.

a whole minute they would have to wait, a pre-recorded speech entertaining the guests and viewers all around the world, until she and kevin would appear in total darkness.

and they did. the platform brought them up silently, the room blacked out completely, until the lights behind them flashed on, shining on their backs.

the whole thing could be described as dramatic, over the top, but it fit. it fit the name, her father, herself. to show up with a bang.

"introducing... our drivers. y/n l/n-stark, number 95 and kevin magnussen, number 20! a round of applause everyone!" thunderous applause filled the giant room, people started to shout, when they finally took of their helmets.

with a grin, y/n spread her arms, raising her head and then her helmet over it. she stood proud and tall, all stark.

an assistant rushed to the stage, taking their helmets, to allow them complete freedom during their part of the reveal. y/n immediately took over, as it had been planned.

"welcome everyone, to the official launch of stark racing formula one team! i'm honored to introduce to you not only the car itself, but also the team." with a wide grin, she turned to kevin, who nodded to her.

"i'm sure you've all waited for him, our team principal, four-times worldchampion... sebastian vettel!" the room thundered again, cameras flashed, when seb walked on stage to stand between the two drivers. he waved to the crowd and bowed with a laugh, when they wouldn't stop cheering.

"thank you, thank you. wow, what a welcome! i'm very happy to be here, it has been a few years... but now we're back- and i'm thankful for the oppurtunity i've received. y/n, kevin... to a good season. to our fans, we all thank you for your support you've already showed, it's been incredible so far!"

"it's a special occasion, for all of us. and we have something very special for you", y/n winked, while slowly walking backwards, until she stood right in front of the gigantic screen, lightly knocking with her knuckle on it. a ripple animation waved across the screen and the room dimmed again. hushes were heard, when the sound of whirring filled the room, carried by the speakers.

another platform was brought up, the car. hidden by dark, silky fabric, it stood in the middle of the stage, ready to be revealed.

"ladies and gentlemen... the first car completely engineered by stark, for the stark racing formula one team... welcoming to the world, the SR-1!"

with that, kevin and y/n slowly began to lift the fabrig from the car, revealing a blinding white livery. lines of chrome streamlined it, the name stark proudly stood on the sides of it.

"it's mine, by the way", y/n joked and pointed on the number 95, after the crowd calmed.

"har, har", kevin drily replied, but he couldn't hide his grin.

"welcome, everyone... to the future!"

YNSTARK

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ynstark happy valentine in white ;)

user what a perfect way to end valentine

user MOMMY, SORRY, MOMMY-

lancestroll The launch was incredible 👏

tonystark This is my daugher!

⤷ ynstark this is my dad <3

peterstark ew, your face on my dash....

⤷ ynstark i will block you

⤷ peterstark i will tell pepper

⤷ ynstark *blocked*

user white is such a good color on her??

user i just fell on my knees in the middle of the street

sebastianvettel You're incredible, I'm excited for our future!

⤷ ynstark STOP you're making me cry 😭

⤷ ynstark @/charles_leclerc look at this, your grid father loves me more than you

⤷ charles_leclerc That's not true! You better take it back!!

zendaya what a beauty 🤩

⤷ ynstark no, you!!

user we got the arm spread and the wink, now i'm waiting for the iconic peace sign

user white stark era, white stark era, WHITE STARK ERA!!!

user the bitchfighting with her actual brother and her grid brother is EVERYTHING to me

⤷ user oh my god you're right, charles and y/n are grid!siblings...

⤷ user IM WAITING FOR DAD SEB, YOU HEAR ME I'M WAITING

starkracing Our future champion!

⤷ ynstark hehehe

user red bull has been oddly silent

⤷ user they're all trying to stop christian from committing a crime

⤷ user or drying his never ending tears

⤷ user LMAO I CAN NOT

user half of the grid in the likes... i fear y/n is becoming the it girl fr

user these comments are a goldmine

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povlnfour · 4 months

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hi babes, congrats on 1000!! would you be willing to do seb or max + sneaking around with horner’s daughter? kisses for you😚🫶🏻

thank you lovely!! how about both🤭

from the 1k drabble game

ੈ✩‧₊˚ SNEAKING AROUND WITH HORNER’S DAUGHTER (SV5 + MV1)

sebastian vettel :

— sebastian was cheeky with it. he was a sweetheart, but simultaneously a menace. he knew your father liked him, and thus firmly believed he could get away with a lot. he was probably right but you didn’t want to test the theory like this.

— seb would always be stealing sneaky kisses and hidden touches around the garage, and he was worse still at team dinners.

— your dad was somehow never suspicious when you always sat next to seb, but how he didn’t see the man’s hand in your lap you would never know. seb pushed the boundaries entirely, always stroking your thigh to get a reaction from you. team dinners had become your favorite thing but also your worst nightmare.

— one memory was when you could hear your father searching for you, asking all the mechanics if they had seen you and getting suggestions on where you might be. you were hidden in a broom cupboard right by where he was, seb’s body pressed right against yours as the two of you tried to hide your laughter.

— when you finally decided enough was enough, after a year of dating seb, you built up the courage to tell your father. christian only stared at you for a minute, causing you to panic, before the brit quite simply stated ‘i know.’

— turns out you weren’t half as subtle as you thought.

max verstappen :

— max liked to joke that he wasn’t scared of your father. you both knew that was a lie. not scared per say, but it was clear christian was like a father figure in his own right to max, so you knew your boyfriend never wanted to get on his wrong side.

— max would make a lot of talk about how it didn’t matter if christian caught the two of you, but the second your dad was within any sort of earshot, max was jumping away and practically socially distancing himself from your side.

— you never took offence, in fact you found it quite hilarious. so much so that you’d push the limits of how much you could get away with in your father’s presence.

— that time you apparently had no idea your dad was just around the corner when you kissed max in the hallway of the garage? oh you knew exactly where christian was, you just wanted to see max’s panicked reaction.

— over time he got more confident. the less your father caught you, the braver he became, kissing you in all sorts of risqué places.

— of course, this is what led to his downfall. when christian walked straight in on the two of you making out. max immediately began to apologise, and you couldn’t help but giggle at how panicked he seemed.

— christian just hugged him, said he was happy for the two of you. you cried a bit (but that’s a secret).

#… [zellie’s 1k drabble game]#f1 x reader #f1 #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel scenario #sebastian vettel one shot #sebastian vettel imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen scenario #max verstappen one shot

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goldengirlls · 2 years

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temptation

warnings: 18 + innocence kink + age gap (readers in her 20’s, he’s in his mid 40’s!!) + breeding kink + daddy kink + house wife kink + jewelry fetish + cum play + slight degradation + overstimulation

summary : its always three

a/n : it’s probably one of the filthiest things i’ve written so be ware!!! my guilty pleasure without a doubt so why not write my version of him. i couldn’t be more proud of myself so i hope you enjoy <3

It was an innocent crush. School girl as some call it, without a doubt, harmless. You admired him in passing, when he was perched on your countertop in a conversation with your dad. You take in his appearance each time he was around you. He aged like wine and to say it was frustrating was an understatement. His laugh contagious, his smile vibrant and his existence was demanding. Fantasizing about him late at night in the comfort of your safe space. Imagining him between your thighs, his tongue tracing forbidden words, his hands wandering your body and the angelic melody that would leave his lips that would be on yours.

You were trouble.

He swore it wouldn’t happen again, but yet here you were once again under him as he rammed into you with no mercy insight. Meant to be a one time thing. A very drunk one time thing — that was over four months ago. It had been all the cabernet you two had consumed at his family's vineyard. The night filled with stolen glances, lingered hand grazes and a whole lot sexual tension filled that breezy night. He knew it was wrong. It was forbidden, you were forbidden.

His best friend’s daughter.

Every bit was passionate, hungry, and horrible all at once. He was in love with you and you well, were head over heels for him. Carved straight out of your diary from middle school. It was an all consuming, mind boggling, head spinning romance. Messy hands after his featherlike graze brushed against your back — an innocent gesture. Haunting kisses that lived on repeat in his mind late at night, on your balcony with a glass of wine. You were a breath of fresh air. When his lips met yours for the first time he never wanted to leave them. That night was everything he never knew he needed.

He never understood why you were interested in someone older, let alone all six foot something of him until he asked you one night.

It’s not older men, it’s you.

“Where can I touch you, bambi?” His words rushed through your veins. Close enough to feel the thump, thump thump as he pressed up against your chest. His lips exploring every crevice of his new found home. Holding you close, afraid you’d disappear from him. The warmth provides a sense of protection, comfort.

“Everywhere.” Hooded lids with glazed eyes, swollen lips and a golden halo. Far too gone under his spell to say anything else. You needed him like air.

His hands came to cup your cheeks, noses touching and mirrored expressions. “Are you sure?” He looked at you searching for a protest heart pounding louder than the first time he touched you.

“Yes.”

His lips left a path of destruction everywhere he touched. The burning sensation trailed from your lips to your pussy. His tongue swirling your nipples and your fingers pinching the other. His teeth marking your impossibly hard nipples as he continued his trail.

“Fuck bambi, she’s pretty today. Is this mess all for me?” His eyes searching yours for the answer he so desperately needed to hear.

“Yes.” The whine hungry for his lips and desperate for his cock.

“Such a good girl, my pretty good girl.” His cold fingers roll your pebbled nipples, he bit his bottom lip and watched your hips buck in response.

“Do something, please.” You whimpered as you attempted to squeeze your legs together only to have his hands keep them open. He knew you needed him. He needed you more though.

“I’m right here, baby, i’m gonna take care of you. Promise” He swears as the top of his tongue meets your clit. Beg me.

His lips pressed against your clit tasting the honey that seeped out of you. He could watch you fall apart all day long. He ached for it. Each time you came he swore he met his creator. Angelic and sinful all in one. He swirled and nipped at your clit, two fingers sliding in and out of you as his arm held your hips down. The vibrations of the words mine, my pretty girl, need more permanently marked on your clit.

Your fingers running through his tousled hair demanding him to keep going, the faint taste of iron from your teeth biting into your bottom lip, and the angelic melodies of yours gracing his red tinted ears. He sucked harder and wrist worked faster to bring you to your orgasm, the one he knew you needed but in reality he needed more. It was his pride talking. His tongue carving Barnes on your clit in the promise of making you his. His kisses stamped on your inner thighs marking what was his. You were his.

His tongue slipping into your silk filled hole and his fingers now tracing Bambi and Barnes. You were sweeter than honey. The best thing he ever tasted. The second and close first was the mixture of him and you. His tongue swirling your hole needing you to cum. His efforts double in speed and strength pushing you over the edge and seeing stars.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” He crawls over you brushing the hair from your face and placing his lips on you. The taste of you now engulfing your taste buds and you needed more.

You fingers brush the tip of his cock before slowly wrapping your hand around him and squeezing him, “I need you.” Your voice is weak and vulnerable. His lips placing a gentle kiss on your forehead in response.

You needed to feel him. Feel him brushing against your g’spot. Feel him stretching you out. Hear him pleading for you to cum. You needed him all of the time. He was your addiction.

Bucky never got tired of kissing you while he filled you completely. You were under his spell. His cock grazed your throbbing clit, teasing your pussy slightly before he pushed himself into you.

“I wish you could see how pretty you are when you cum, Bambi.” He grunted, cock sliding in and out your warm neck as you continued to beg for mercy, brand his back and fill you up two more times. “Truly a sight, so be my good girl and cum for me just like daddy asked you when I tell you too.”

The filth leaving his mouth only made you wetter. The sounds bouncing around the room. The sounds of his cock meeting your pussy, the wetness from your last orgasm, the heavy breathing from him and your melody gracing his ears.

“Cum for me, Bambi, just liked daddy asked you.”

Your back arching off the bed and pressing impossibly closer to him as you came all over his cock. His pace never faltering as fucked you through your second orgasm of the night. He needed one more out of you before he could leave some of him in you.

“One more. Need’ya to cum one more before I can, baby.” His pace sloppy and hard. Desperate for one more release out of you. “Reach down and rub that pretty pussy for daddy. Can you do that for me? Or are you too fucked out to do that?” His eyes dark and hungry. The only answer was yes.

Bucky liked control. Having the power, he was dominant by nature. He liked it rough with sweet words and hungry kisses. His sole interest being you. Three words. Three different emotions for those three different orgasms.

“Look at me bambi when I talk to you. Open those pretty eyes so you can look at me fucking you, cumming for me.” His hand wrapping around your neck and applying the perfect amount of pressure.

“Wanna buy a house with you. Need to fuck you in every room, every surface as you scream for more. Beg for me, pretty girl. Gonna put a baby in you — fuck do that again, bambi.” He grunted out, as you clenched around him as repeated his movements and ran his vibranium up and down your thigh. Your fingers working fast and needy for him.

“Would you like that?” You whined in response, grabbing his face and kissing him fiercely with every ounce of passion.

“I bet you would, fuck I know I would. I’ll fuck every chance I get.” He slams his hips harder, “Wake you up by eating your pretty pussy, you’d be such a good girl for me whenever, wherever right?”

“Yeah need that, daddy.” You moaned into his parted mouth, grasping to feel something in his mouth. Each others moans being passed to one another.

“I’ll fuck you to sleep every night beautiful. I promise.”

“Gonna cum, Can I?”

“Go ahead, Bambi, mark me.” The husky voice spoke as you came again and watching you cum made him lose it. His pace never stopping as he fucked you through both of your orgasms. His movements slowing down, his forehead pressed against yours and a forbidden kiss.

He slowly pulled out of you which made you whimper, “I know beautiful. Just need to clean you up.” His eyes dilated. He could feel you dripping. He trailed down your body kissing every where he possibly could right before meeting the most inviting sight.

His lips trail along your thighs soothing the bruised marks he left behind earlier. His fingers scoop up the combination of you and him and press the cum back into you. Kissing you once more.

It was something beyond wildest dreams. Silk sheets, feathered pillows in your oasis. And this love was glowing in the dark, leaving a permanent mark.

“This is for you.” He leaned over and handed you a black box and an inquisitive look appearing on your face, “Just open it.” He spoke up from next to you as his fingers messed with your long legs.

It was gold and long. That held a B on it. His fingers removing it from your grip and place it on you.

“Now everytime your legs are over my shoulder you have something pretty to look at.”

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bugsyfics · 7 months

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DEFLOWER — S. MICHAELIS

✰ 10: 04 - [virginity kink] ✰

Synopsis: It's your first time and Sebastian is delighted to lend a helping hand

Run time (wc): 489 Rating: R (18+ mdni) ⚠︎ CW: virginity kink, corruption, unprotected sex, creampie, verrry slight dub-con

kinktober '23 m.list

A sacred thing virginity is. Whether or not it is treated as such, since one can think of this subjectively, there’s something to be said about how the very first time opens the door to a myriad of possibilities and electrifies curiosity.

Perhaps it was because it was in his nature to corrupt, but the idea of taking your innocence lit Sebastian ablaze with sexual desire. He knew you were apprehensive. In fact, you trembled and reached for his pale, slender hands each time his fingers grazed below your belly button. You tensed and he soothed you with warm kisses along your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts, smirking to himself whenever your chest rose suddenly with a hitched breath. Clearly, whatever he was doing was working. Arousal pooled at the entrance of your aching cunt, the aroma reaching Sebastian and driving him wild.

“I believe you're ready,” Sebastian groaned. This was no question, he was certain, however he looked at you expectantly with glowing eyes. Then with a soft, keen whimper you obliged.

Sebastian was growing impatient, each moment he went without being balls deep inside you was tortuous. So, he took no time unfurling his erection and swiping a bead of pre cum over your sensitive clit. You mewled and bucked your hips forward chasing the feeling. And finally, you felt it. The tip of his cock stretching past your hymen and entering your sodden cunt with a squelch.

“Wait–” Your eyebrows furrowed in discomfort. But Sebastian only acknowledged it with a faint hum and rolling of his hips. It wasn’t that he did not care, indubitably he knew that if he stopped now, the next time he began he’d take you in a brutish way. Ungentleman-like, and above all like a beast–the beast he was.

He gritted his teeth and slowly rocked forward again, then again, until he felt you clench around him and watched your head lull back onto the soft duvet.

As he continued, your body shook, and you bit your lip staring up at him with blown pupils. This was something he could get used to and the thought made him thrust faster into your fluttering walls.

“I feel–oh!” you gasped and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “Weird like I might pee.”

Instead of responding, Sebastian chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours and fucked you deeper, more intimately. The pressure grew and you squirmed underneath him, legs thrown loosely over his waist and panting. This type of yearning was foreign to you. The coil grew tighter and tighter before snapping suddenly, leaving you a moaning mess.

His cum leaked out of you like sweet vanilla pudding in an eclair, and he licked his lips eagerly. Sebastian was proud, but not yet satisfied.

“I’m impressed, my love,” Sebastian said, pulling you forward by the plush of your thighs. “You take me so well… how about another go?”

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yanderemommabean · 1 year

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If you haven't already, I need nsfw Sebastian (SDV) headcanons.

It's been a while! let's see if I can make a nice little list!

Definitely an avid "collector" of certain items you have. Towels go missing, underwear seems to disappear and show back up at random times, and some have suspicious stains that you don't bother asking questions about.

While I see him as more of a switch, he prefers to dom. Likes to be creepy, cornering you a lot and asking very deep, inappropriate questions such as how many fingers you've used on yourself or if you play with yourself at all. Any answer only fuels his imagination, you're lucky to get away with him just promising to make those nights "less lonely"

You know, the basement is really great with sound. Hardly anyone can hear him from up there, so that means a few visits can be a bit louder than the others. Of course, that's if he hasn't tied you up and kept you down there already.

You can't get his mouth off of you. He'll happily keep his mouth occupied between your thighs, having a hellish oral fixation that can't easily be satiated. Your skin is raw, bitten and marked possessively as he lets his hands roam up and down the meat of your legs. The noises you make only push him to stay down there longer

Likes a bit of a chase. There's something so cute and thrilling seeing you try to get away when you know you're trapped, and that he can do whatever he wants with you. (not that he'd ever hurt you, but the fear in your eyes sends pleasant chills through him)

Really gross when it comes to you. Wants you to carve into his skin with his own pocket knife and mark him as yours, but everytime you tell him to go away and that you'll send Krobus on him if he doesn't stay away

Can't keep his hands to himself, loves feeling how you tremble and whimper when his fingers explore your body, especially when they're ice cold and tease your nipples. You just make the cutest, sexiest noises!

Likes to watch how toys work on you. Usually has you tied down and bare, unable to leave as he works you open and watches the toys make you fall apart. Sometimes these sessions go on so long he gets to have a smoke break or two, watching as you catch your breath and beg him to let you up while you quiver and your voice trembles. (How cute! but no, he isn't done!)

#yandere stardew valley #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere smut #yandere sebastian #yandere imagines #yandere lemons #yandere noncon #mommabean

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des111ree · 1 year

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·˚ ༘ “Late night library studies” // SEBASTIAN SALLOW

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18+ !!

Pairings: sebastian sallow x reader

Warnings !: SMUT. public intimacy, BUILDUP, hand job, fingering, remote m!begging, MINOR foot (sock on) play, bulging, f!switch/m!switch, m!dom (mostly), 18+ characters. (This one's quite long so buckle in!)

Summary: y/n & Sebastian find themselves stuck in Ominis’ rambles again whilst seeking for studies. Regret & bore fill them to the core , but y/n finds better ways to entertain them both…

Word count: 4533

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Silent yawns escape my mouth as Ominis has found himself stuck, yet again, rambling on about our N.E.W.T.S and what we should be doing to prepare.

Sure, I and Sebastian came to him about this willingly, but who knew we'd still be here 3 hours later, half of the time full of sheer complaining and stressing.

Well, we did. But it didn't seem as bad in the moment..

I puff my lips out and pierce my eyebrows together at Sebastian, expressing my regret. He responds by rolling his eyes at Ominis' endless rant, shutting them in shared exhaust.

I'd 100% usually be fallen asleep by now, but with Sebastian here, the frequent brush of his knee against mine kept me awake.

I stretch my arms up with a bend of my elbow to regain my strength, but the grip of my fingers grow weak, dropping the fountain pen I held in my hand onto the floor.

My foot seemed to have kicked at just the right time, because I felt my pen bounce off the toe of my shoe, landing farther beneath the desk.

I groan at the realization, rubbing my eyes before I get up and slide lazily under the desk. My whole body is cramped from sitting here for so long, knowing when Ominis' verbiage will end... Who knows.

"What are you doing?" Ominis pauses in the middle of his complaining, wondering what all the commotion and movement of the desk was about.

"I dropped my fountain pen." I respond, not expecting an answer in return as he supports my factor by continuing on his rant.

I shake my head with a small smile, kneeling under the desk, eventually having to go on all fours to be able to be in reach of the pen.

Just as I carried my hand out to grab it, Sebastians' shoe brushes in front of the pen, plugging my reach. He drags it back under his chair with the toe of his shoe, causing me to roll my eyes.

I crawl further toward beneath his chair, my knees lightly bruising due to the hard floors.

But just as I went to grab it, again, his measures deter me from doing so.

Except this time at the sense of his contact.

His finger brushes across my temple, gradually dragging the hair which hung in my face, behind my ear. My breath hitches in my throat, driving my whole body to freeze at his touch. My stomach flips as I look up at him hesitantly, ingesting the lump in my throat before our gaze is conveyed.

Immediately tension sparks up like crazy, provoking my chest to heat up and my heart to race. The position of which I'm in stains me nervous, not recognizing how close I am to his crotch.

We both seem to gape open our mouths in a shared heavy exhale due to the way he was looking down at me and I was looking up at him.

He blinks twice quickly whilst looking away, his chest displaying his breathing's gotten heavier. My teeth gnaw at my bottom lip as I look away, ultimately seizing the fountain pen.

He pushes the palms of his hands against his thighs downward in a stress. But when I went to move my view back onto him, something else jammed my vision.

The considerable bulge in his suit pants meet my eye, his hand sliding down slowly in an endeavor to cover it discreetly. Once I look back up at his face, red is STAINED all over, his spotted freckles painted additionally defined.

His jaw is clenched hard and has his tongue resting at the roof of his mouth in an attempt to keep himself together, avoiding eye contact.

I return back to my seat, clearing my throat as I sit down. I fix my skirt which rested over my legs with a few pats, sliding my hands down them in thought.

Both of my throbbing heartbeats make it hard to sit suitably, especially my second one, clenching my thighs jointly and modifying my position uncomfortably.

I find myself chewing on my lip a lot harder, deciding to act. I taste the blood rushing to my lip, it not stopping me from biting any harder.

I scoot back and look over at Sebastian, who's feigning to listen to Ominis by providing frail, half-assed replies in order to mask his embarrassment. It was obvious he was avoiding eye contact, still making himself very aware of my actions in his peripheral vision.

I look away and lift up my left leg, my skirt lifting and exposing more than just enough of my underwear. I notice him look my way in the corner of my eye, almost instantly returning his view back onto Ominis in small panic. His leg begins to bounce more and more the additionally nervous he gets.

Suddenly so timid.. I thought to myself with a smile, unlacing my shoe.

Ominis found himself stuck in thought, buying me time.

Acting on my lust... Publicly... Good idea? No. But there's no stopping me now.

My leg returns to the floor, scooting myself back into the table. My hands slide on each side of my hips, fixing my skirt once again as my right foot slips my loose, untied shoe off.

I rest my cheek in the palm of my hand, carelessly sliding my socked foot up just above his ankle. I rub my foot up slowly, progressing a bit higher, lifting the hem of his pants up slightly.

I press my lips together as I rub the side of my neck, pretending to listen to Ominis just as Seb did.

"What do you presume is considerably mandated regarding a passing grade?" I ask Ominis, being entirely transparent toward my acting of 'doing nothing' to Sebastian.

My leg slowly makes its way up to Sebastians' knee, now FEELING his eyes carving into mine. I don't return his gaze, but that doesn't stop him from staring. I'm 'bout at my limit from as far as my leg can stretch onto his, so I just continuously rub it on the side of his knee slowly.

But once he finally looks away, he pushes his chair more into the table, as much as he can, giving himself to me fully.

Now that he's in reach, excitement & nerves fill my chest, needing my desperation to be fulfilled. But now that I know he gave himself to my reach willingly, I can mess around. Drive us both off the border.

Let's see if he's as up to game as I am..

Finally my foot glides up his thigh, stopping just before his print, causing his back to straighten in edge. He begins to bounce his other leg in anticipation, darting his eyes my way again, coldly.

This time our eyes meet, and he nearly pleads with his mere gaze, trying to figure my next move. Just as I'm about to slip my foot off of him, his wrist forms a fast, and tight grip around my ankle, pulling me back into my old spot. Thankfully, we weren't far enough away from each other for this to cause me to slip.

He doesn't let go of my foot, loosening the grip to move his hand to the side of my ankle, sliding up my leg. His fingers then brush lightly onto my skin, past the end of my black sock. The tips of his fingers glide softly and slowly up my leg, 0 pressure enlisted.

Our skin-to-skin contact sends bolts up my spine, tingling sensations initiating like a ball of spark in my gut.

The delicate brush of his fingers originate goosebumps like a trail, based on the navigation of him tracing up my leg. I accidentally let out a faint whine, already withering under the touch of his mere fingertips. I'm not as vital as I'd believed.

His eyebrows raise at the minuscule noise that came from me, slightly tilting his head to the left, as in question of 'what was that?'. I allow my teeth to sink into my bottom lip as a small growing grin plastered his face.

Is this a game..?

His hand slips under my thigh, causing me to clearly bite down on my lip harder, straightening my back with shakier-than-before breaths.

I look away, taking my foot off of his leg, causing his hand to slip away from mine.

He was leaned into the table in order to reach my thigh, but his naturally long arms and hands made it easier for him. He stayed in this position, bringing his newly released arm above the desk, resting his elbow on it.

Ominis never really persisted this lengthy, but N.E.W.T.S seemed to frighten him on a whole other level. He was more so worrying and studying with himself rather than us, so it was known we didn't have to answer or talk with him as frequently as usual. We were just there for support at this point.

Sebastian decided to use this to his advantage, standing himself up to walk over and sit next to me. He was sat dangerously close to me, separating his legs into a man spread. His leg brushed up against mine, my gut flinching at the contact.

He was getting needier and needier every minute that passed without any kind of touch or interaction toward him. As much as I did that purposely just to drive him off the edge, it was making me just as desperate as him. Almost.

He hums in frustration next to me, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand as he began bouncing his leg in anticipation again.

Not one word was said between the two of us in a good 20 minutes, and all I wanted was to be breathless in his ear, maybe somewhere alone.

I swallow the lump in my throat in reaction to all the completely unholy thoughts swarming my mind.

The sudden feel of Sebastians' finger brushing past my thigh again instantly make my cheeks go hot. I press my lips together harshly, the higher his fingers trace. His hand lifts up to slip over mine, which was resting on the top of the desk, carrying it over to his leg. He guides my hands over to his thigh, stopping right before his bulge.

I take a shaky breath, not facing his way. He leans over until I feel his breath hovering right next to my neck, speaking up. "Don't do that. Touch me."

His words drive my heart to sink into my stomach, a swarm of all types of butterflies flying in my gut bring me physically ill, but in the best way there is.

My gaze fixates onto Ominis, him being too invested in reading over his studybooks to have any idea of what's going on. I raise my chin a tad higher, swallowing the 20th lump in my throat of the day.

Sebastian exhales, almost in a whine, next to me, causing my breath to act up again. He fiddles beside me, adjusting his pants uncomfortably due to the raging boner risking to escape his tight bottoms.

He tries to guide my hands over his print again, but once he gets a little too close I shoot him a glare, causing him to stop. His hand grows warm on top of mine, his mere eyes pleading me. It's his turn to swallow the lump in his throat, feeling weak for begging, but his desperation gets the best of him. "Please, please touch me." He almost hesitates as he whispers, but he's tired of the wait.

I clench my jaw, knowing I'm giving in. I look at the library around us as I move my hand onto his print, examining the people around us. Which was nobody.

Ominis was mumbling to himself as he felt over the magical braille of his textbook, the corner we were in completely empty, not a person in sight anywhere around us.

That didn't matter anyway, my hand was under the desk and out of anyone's sight as I began to slowly stroke the bulge in his suit pants.

I feel his dick twitch in his pants at my touch, showing me how bad he's been throbbing for me all day, only at the mere rub of my foot or look of my face.

His mouth hangs open as soon as my hand glided over it, his breathing pace already picking up. He mouths the word 'fuck' as he barely tilts his head back, his needs finally being fulfilled slightly overwhelming him.

I try to contain the shock through my body with how large it felt in my grip, doing my best to keep my breath at a steady pace. I've been thinking about this for way too long.

I can see it on his face there's so much he wants to say, and so many noises he wants to make, but he conceals them due to our friend at the end of the table just in front of us.

His hearing majorly makes up for his loss of eyesight, but thank merlin for his distractions, or else who knows what he would've heard.

I pick up the rate on my through-the-pants stroking, him piercing his lips together to conceal any noises he longs to make. I soon bring my fingers up to his flyer, fiddling with it as I lean into his ear. My lips nearly brush over the lobe of his ear, whispering in it.

"You want more?" My heart races a bit faster with every word I whisper, scared it may not be quiet enough. Sebastian nods slowly, breathing heavily through his mouth at the longing anticipation. The nod of his head causes my nose to brush against his ear, my face getting closer to the side of his.

"How bad?" I ask quietly, my whisper almost at an unheard level of low. I examine his face, noticing he almost immediately pressed his lips together harshly at my question. His eyebrows knitted jointly as he clenched his jaw, taking a moment before answering.

He slightly moves his face toward mine, but not entirely, or else our faces would bump into each other. Our eyes meet, the tension thickening throughout the air.

"Don't do that, c'mon." His voice hears raspy and low, slight embarrassment peering through. He hated begging and that was easy to tell, it made him feel small. That never stops him though.

But me.. I love whiney, beggy men. But I also love men who know what they want and aren't shy about it. Which is exactly him all at once.

I just wanted to hear it from him one more time. I've been yearning to hear how bad he needs me for years. Literal years. Just once more and I'll happily give myself to him.

Before I can answer him he keeps his gaze on mine, strictly, causing me to forget my words. But instead, he speaks up for me. "You want this as bad as I do. I wanna hear you beg if I am." he responds breathlessly, his eyes darting between my eyes and my lips, his parted.

Our heads tilt, leaning into each other slowly. Both of our mouths are gaped open, lips parted. We no longer look each other in the eye, our gaze directly placed onto each others lips.

Our heads cock to the side in order to place our mouths at a certain direction of which would perfectly joint like a puzzle piece, but whenever our lips would almost brush against each other, I'd back away, causing him to continue leaning in.

He groans quietly to himself at the frustration of not being able to feel my lips against his. All I can think of when I look at his; is how soft yet passionate our kiss would be, yearning to glide my lips against his like rich silk.

But I was stubborn. It feels as though we had a game going, and I didn't want to lose. I wish to tease him until I drive him mad, having him beg on his knees in front of the whole library just for me to touch him again. But of course, he was just as stubborn. And realistically, I could never imagine him doing that. Or- I surely could... But, he wouldn't.

It didn't bother me. I just wanted to see how far this could go, regardless of MY desperation as well. Utter, desperation.

"Quit teasing me, y/n." His voice goes surprisingly dominant, honestly impressing me with how he can go from whiney and beggy to tough and demanding. But that was just Sebastian. And the switch in me was confused and slightly tweaked, but nonetheless going absolutely feral.

"Or what" I whisper back in an identical tone, gaining his eyes to lowen in a cold manner. "You'll regret it... That you will." he finishes, sending one last glance to my lips before leaning away from my face.

I wondered how he could gain back his courage and overall sanity after I've been, well- trying at least, to throw him off edge. What happened to needing me to touch him?

I hum in response, almost jumping at the voice of Ominis aside from us.

"Can you go one hour without threatening each other?"

"When we're stuck listening to you for the remaining three hours, undoubtedly." Sebastian responds rather quickly, unstartled.

"Sebastian, I require your assistance. I'm doubtful this was translated correctly." Ominis requests at the sound of his voice. I look over to Sebastian who looks at me, hinting to stand up.

I get up to move out of his way, allowing him to scoot down the bench to be seated in front of Ominis.

But once I stand up and begin to scoot in front of Sebastian off the bench, I feel his arm wrap around my waist from behind, his hand resting on my stomach, lightly pulling me down onto his lap. I softly gasp at the feel of his large print on my ass, grabbing his arm.

"I'm rather occupied studying a book, Ominis." He denies Ominis, His arm wrapping around my waist with a harder grip. I feel his breath suddenly by my ear, driving me to turn my head away from the heated breath a bit.

"You're gonna listen to me now." Sebastian orders as I just sigh in defeat. Of course, I lost in my own game.

Sebastian adjusts his hips more comfortably, causing me to squirm in his lap. I lift my ass off the hard boner I happen to be seated on, but he immediately drags me back onto him.

He grabs the book I suggested to him earlier in the week, and opens it to where he left off. He handles the book in his left hand, and me in the other.

His hand makes its way to my thigh, immediately bringing it up to my hip, where the strap of my underwear sat. He pulled his finger away from my hip, the strap of my underwear going along with it until he let go, snapping at my tender skin.

A small, muffled whimper escapes my pierced lips, planting a grin on his face. Our cheeks were pressed together, permitting me to feel the broad smirk across his face, making me huff.

I slide my hand on top of his, bringing it down my underwear. He stops my hand by refusing to allow his to follow mine.

"Please, we don't have time." I whisper breathlessly, my eyebrows curved up in desperation. I found myself beginning to worry about the time, knowing curfew.

I hear Sebastian growl with his throat, bringing his hand all the way down my underwear. He doesn't make any pit stops as I already feel his fingers separate as soon as they meet my lips, parting them.

The touch of his fingers playing with me, drive me insane. Shivers travel far up my spine at his touch, not giving me a moment to breathe whilst he already motions circular around my clit. He doesn't hit it, but that's purposefully to drive me off edge, maybe swiping past it here and there.

My legs squirm in need, endeavoring to conceal my complaints and whines. I grip his large forearm harder, venting my frustration. As bad as he wants to hear me plead and complain, he knows we can't.

I wish I could circle myself around him and rest my knees beside his hips, taking him in me as much as possible, riding him til we can't take it anymore.

His fingers rub up and down my slit, before almost instantly pushing both of his fingers into me, my walls immediately gripping around him tightly, fogging up my past thoughts.

I slam my palm into the bench on which we sat, shaking it slightly. He flips a page on his book with one hand, the other already deep in me. I don't know what his reasoning was to even have his book out at all, but my body is overflowing with all types of unprocessed emotions, still lingering from just minutes before everything to even care.

I notice Ominis glare up from his book toward our side of the table, opening his mouth to say something but stops himself, shaking his head whilst continuing to glide his finger across the magically brailled pages once again.

I close my eyes in both relief and pleasure, Gripping the front of the bench harder the faster Sebastians' fingers pump into me.

"Slo-" I try to tell him to go slower, but my words come out slurred and extremely slow. I give up because I find it too hard to maintain quietness, a small, low whimper escaping my lips in quit.

I drop the side of my head against his, our cheeks mashing together. He smiles at my attempt to speak, moving his face to be in my ear, feeling his lips glide against my cheek whilst doing so.

"We don't have time. Said it yourself." He whispers raspily directly in my ear, his tone heard daring and dominant. The number of curse words swarming in my head makes it incredibly hard to not voice out loud.. And moaning his name in my head is a little awkward... I wish I could do it in his ear. I wish I could show him how badly I need this, to my full extent.

He doesn't move his face, burying it in my neck and hair as he goes harder, faster. His fingers are far too deep inside of me for any noises to escape, but from my mouth, is a different story. I bring my arm around his shoulder, digging my nails into his suit uniform in order to conceal any noises that might make their way out.

The sensation of pure ecstasy and euphoria rise in me, becoming crazily overwhelming, my heart beat racing like no other. I've been rocking against his lap the whole time in rhythm with his fingers mashing inside me, without notice. His breath is a lot hotter and faster against my neck, and I feel him sew his lips shut, trying just as desperately as me to stay quiet. This helps me realize he's most likely getting off just as I am, the slight wet feel of pre-cum peering through his thick pants on my ass confirms my assumption.

He buries his head further into my neck, nibbling and sucking at my skin. I feel as if my heart is literally going to beat out of my chest, my breathing pace at its speed limit as I hit my peak, this euphoric feeling spreading throughout my whole body, causing my legs to shake uncontrollably above him. My leg hits the table harshly, but Ominis and what he was doing wasn't even on my mind, so I didn't care to look over at all.

I swallow my deep breaths, throwing my knees together in overwhelm as I disguise quieted whines from behind my jointed lips.

I do my best to be as quiet as possible, but him still pumping his fingers into me, along with his thumb rubbing against my clit throws me even further overboard, his hand slipping over my mouth just in time as I let out a muffled "fuck".

I feel wet fabric against my ass, guessing Sebastian came just about when I did.

He's breathing directly in my ear, keeping my pussy just as wet as before, possibly even more. My clit pulses intensely, and regardless of the relief in me, I yearned for more. Way more.

He finally slips his fingers out of me after we both catch our breath, the two of us looking over at Ominis to see his doings.

To our surprise he was knocked out on top of his book, his wand still in his hand.

Sebastian puts both of his hands on my waist, placing me off of him and back onto the bench. I can't control the whimper that leaves my mouth due to the sudden pressure of seating down so harshly on my pained, sensitive clit.

I turn my view over to Sebastian, noticing the mess of me on his pants, along with his beneath them, peering through.

"Merlin.." he says to himself breathlessly due to the thick puddle on his lap, adjusting his crotch as comfortably as possible.

I hum at the sight, causing Sebastian to turn his head toward me.

"Satisfied?" I regain my ability to speak, my words coming out breathless and raspy. My chest beats harshly due to my breathing, as his does the same.

"Not yet." He responds in the same heavy breath, slipping his hand around my waist, pulling me closer to him and kissing me hard, an unexplainable noise coming out muffled due to the sudden harshness, my whole body gone sensitive.

But the kiss.. Almost just as I expected. Passionate and glided just like rich silk, except hard and slightly aggressive. But I fucking loved it. His lips swallowed mine as I part my lips, deepening the kiss. His hand found the back of my neck, losing our breath nearly completely as he deepens it even more by pulling me harder into him, finally letting go to regain the air in our lungs.

My heart rate never slowed down, as it never did whenever I was by him. Tonight was intense, but not intense enough. I need him in me.

"Satisfied now?" I asked whilst attempting to stand up, my legs still twitching, making it hard to keep my balance. I feel his hand slip up my back in support before he stepped away from the table.

"Mmm." he hums in response, shrugging in unsureness. I use the table for support as I walk by with him at the corner of the table, going to wake up Ominis and get going.

"What do you need.." I roll my eyes, limping over to the side as he brushed past me. He leaned down into my ear, for like the 20th time in the hour, to respond.

"I need to be in you.." He says lowly, not in a whisper, but it's raspy and soft. He throws his robe over his shoulder as he walks over to Ominis, patting him on his back gently to get him up.

His words hit my core, causing my second heartbeat to pulse HARD, my knees going weak and causing me to stumble, using the table to hold me back up. Good god, the affect he has on me is crazy.

Sebastian ties his Slytherin robe around the front of his crotch after waking up Ominis, causing me to chuckle a bit.

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A/N: Did I end this off on a rushed note? I'm so sorry if I did, I always find myself more invested in writing the build up LMFAO, and I'm just desperate to post this so I did slightly rush a bit, but if its that bad I can go back and edit it if needed.

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69demonicfarmers · 8 months

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the origins of sebastian's hairstyle

#sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #black butler #kuroshitsuji #ciel: do not move no matter what i say! this is an order!#mlems him to establish dominance #listen there is no way ciel would be able to mlem him without ordering sebastian to let him to #any other scenario and ciel looks like a dripping kitty from sebastians mlems #sebaciel #sebaciel is one of those rare ships where both characters in the ship are catboys #does this mean that ciel is allergic to himself..?#idk but this does mean that sebastian is 1000% more obsessed with him than usual ;3 #my art

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norrisleclercf1 · 2 months

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Speaking of brat readerrrrr

Seb leaves to go get some things and gave her clear instructions not to do anything til he’s back but the second Charles his home she’s on his lap riding his thigh to get her release just for seb to come home and find her like that🫠🫣

Am I projecting? I’m projecting

A/N: Brat reader is back with Seb and Charles and she'd totally do this, and sweet Charles would be so clueless also, got a little out of hand in the end, have no shame

You whine, as Seb pushes you down into the couch staring at you, you who was currently only wearing an old ferrari t-shirt and nothing else, being a brat yet again. You just wanted one simple orgasm, but Sebastian was being a dick and refusing to help you out.

"I have told you to behave yourself and here you are acting like a whore. You even interrupted that important meeting because you don't know how to be a good girl." Sebastian sighs, with a slight squeeze of your throat, you arch up and whine spreading your legs.

"No, good girls get orgasms, bad girls stay here and don't touch themselves until I get back, do you understand?" You narrow your eyes, suddenly you remember something and go soft under his hold and sigh. "M sorry, I'll wait." You whisper, giving your best innocent look.

Sebastian smiles gently and lets go of your throat and kissing you sweetly. "Be a good girl, I'm going to run some errands, when i get back and you've been good maybe I'll let you sit on my face." You keen under that idea, but you were you, knowing damn well who'd be home soon. "Okay," You breath and Sebastian smiles, giving you a kiss on the forehead and leaving the apartment.

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Hearing the keys jingle in the door, it's shoved open as Charles trudges through the door holding his bags. You sit on the couch, legs under you to hide your naked lower half from your tired and unsuspecting boyfriend.

"Hi, Charlie." You giggle, Charles looks over and smiles, his body shagging in relif at one of you being here to greet him. "Hello, my gorgeous girl," Charles walks over and leans down, kissing you so gently it felt like clouds on your lips. "Where's Sebastian?" Looking around the apartment, he notices the lack of the German.

"Went to run some errands, um Charles, I need help with something," You whisper, looking away but Charles grabs your chin and makes you look at him. "Baby, look at me, what'd wrong?" You smirk, knowing you were sinking your teeth into Charles.

Sweet, sweet, helpful and innocent Charles was about to join you in being in trouble with Sebastian. Of course, Charles would never believe you'd be a brat, you were just his good girl, and here you were manipulating that boy more than Ferrari.

"Help me?" You drop your legs slowly and spread them out, showing off how wet and puffy you were from how much you ached. "Awww love, did you get needy while Seb was gone?" Hook, line, and sinker. It was far too easy-to-get Charles to help you. "Yes, he's been gone so long and you're here and you know he'd be okay with you helping me. Please Charlie, I need you." Moving you flip each other where he's sitting on the couch and you're straddling his lap.

"Maybe we should wait for Seb," Charles hums, but you shake your head no. "Nooooo, you don't even have to fuck me, I'll ride your thigh, just please Charles, it hurts so much." You play at his emotions, making your eyes glossy, like you were about to cry. "Baby," He sighs, hands holding onto your waist and lowering you onto his thigh. "Fuck, but make it quick." Charles groans, feeling how wet you are, creating a damp spot on his sweats.

You gingerly move your hips back and forth, getting a good rhythm. Charles groans, holding your hips and helps you, but he moves around and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him. He can't help himself and raises your shirt and sucks in one of your tits. Whimpering you move faster, feeling that tug in your stomach as Charles nips and sucks on your tits drawing you closer.

"Mhm, fuckkkk," You whimper practically bouncing on Charles thigh, the two of you are so wrapped up in each other, you don't hear the door open or close. Sebastian hears the moans and sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. "Charlie, fuck m close," You cry the two of you so wrapped up in each other. "You can cum pretty girl," He groans, fuck Charles was so hard he might even come untouched.

Sebastian gently puts down his bags and walks up to you. Charles groans and looks up about to greet the older driver when Sebastian reachs up and wraps his hand around your throat and picks you off Charles. "Nooo," You cry, feeling that little bubble burst before you could cum. "Tsk tsk tsk, I gave you specific instructions, which were what?" He groans, trying to control himself, seeing the utter mess that is Charles.

He has such a blessed-out face, that Sebastian feels his shorts grow tight, seeing the messy hair, swollen lips and the slight dark spot where Charles's cock had made it wet. "Not to touch myself, and I didn't Sebby. Charles was touching me," You beg, but Sebastian sighs and lets you go. "Baby, you're about to learn the hard way." Sebastian steps forward and gathers a healthy amount of Charles's hair.

"You're going to sit there, no touching, me, Charlie, or yourself. And you're going to do that, as I fuck Charles. Do you understand?" Sebastian asks, Charles moaning as Seb pulls on his hair, throat back as Sebastian groans, Charles being his sweet baby. "Please, please Sebby, I'll be good." You beg, hating this punishment.

"Nope, you were bad, Charles was innocent in all this, so I'm going to reward him. On your knees baby boy." Charles moves quick getting on his knees while Sebastian moves pulling down his shorts and pulls out his cock. "You're going to learn the hard way on how to be good, maybe then you'll finally learn your lesson." Charles groans and reaches out but Seb moves pressing his tip against Charles mouth who opens it happily and sucks his boyfriend down. "Now, be a good girl and watch how to suck cock properly." Sebastian groans, as Charles takes him down with ease.

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natimiles · 7 months

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What is that? (a tattooed reader)

Summary: You tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.

Words: 1716

Tags: reader have tattoos; platonic relationships; more like friendships; no pronouns for reader, but you wear a dress and have sort of long hair.

Can you tell I have favorites? Only Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arhur, Vincent, Theo, Napoleon and Sebastian show up. Le Comte is vaguely mentioned.

If you're curious to see the tattoos, I linked their images in their respective descriptions throughout the fanfic.

“What is that, mademoiselle?”

You're helping Sebastian with breakfast, moving around the dining room, but you’ve been feeling a strong stare for a while. You're already accustomed to everyone, so you don't mind. You knew that if it was Isaac trying to muster the courage to ask you something, he would eventually do it. But it’s Jean’s voice, and it catches your attention because he usually eats in silence; and he sounds unsure and curious.

You set Arthur’s coffee in front of him while you glance at the table and everything you and Sebastian made. Perhaps there's something he doesn't know, like when you baked him macarons, but today's menu is the same as usual.

“What is what?”

“That thing,” he points in your direction.

Isaac, Mozart, Vincent, and Theo are already having breakfast too, but they pause to glance at you, curious about what Jean is talking about. You feel a bit self-conscious and briefly inspect your clothes. Did you spill something? Fortunately, no.

“I don’t follow, Jean.”

“That thing you have here,” he points at his own back. “I’ve seen it since I sat here to eat, but I can’t understand.”

You raise an eyebrow at him and look over your shoulder, Arthur takes advantage that you’re still by his side to lean backwards on his chair and measure you up and down — and definitely stare at your ass.

“Stop it, perv,” you playfully spat the writer’s arm, earning a chuckle from him.

“Ah, I think Master Jean is talking about your tattoo,” Sebastian tries to help, pointing at his own nape.

Realization finally hits you. Since arriving at the mansion, you've been exclusively wearing long clothes that cover almost your entire body. However, summer started a few weeks ago, and you've been feeling the full force of the heat. It's scorching every day, and at times, you wake up covered in sweat. You've been yearning for an air conditioner or even just a simple fan. So you bought lighter clothes recently — aka Comte bought you a whole summer wardrobe as a gift. What you're wearing today is just an off-the-shoulder dress, so the front and back necklines are a bit lower than usual, but not by much. However, you tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.

“What is that?” Jean is even more curious now, evident from the way he furrows his brow.

“It's a drawing on my body, made with a special kind of paint that never fades. It's a form of art.”

“Really?” You've piqued Theo's interest in art. “And what is it?”

“Music,” and now you’ve piqued Mozart’s interest in music. He doesn’t really show it, but you know him well enough to see when he’s curious. “Well, kinda. It goes a little down my spine, but it’s safe to show. Sebastian, can you help me, please?”

The butler nods and approaches you. You turn your back and move your ponytail to the side for a better view, while Sebastian lowers your neckline slightly so the others can satisfy their curiosity and see it.

It starts just at the end of your nape and goes 5 inches down. It’s an all-black DNA drawing with musical notes on the middle lines, a representation of a metronome pendulum on top, and a treble clef at the bottom. The middle actually has the same number of lines as a music sheet, and the notes can be read as the first five notes of your favorite song.

There’s only silence for a few moments, and as you turn around, you see that they're still staring at you. You think Theo hadn't even blinked until now because he suddenly blinks a lot, and his eyes meet yours.

“It’s pretty!” Vicent smiles like the angel he is. “Is it a real song?”

“It is,” Mozart hums the notes, his eyes conveying that he knows it’s your favorite song.

You've told him once, when you went to the music room to give him an afternoon snack. You were already friends (kind of), so when you saw he wasn't there at the moment, you knew he wouldn't mind if you sat down and softly played it; so you did. The next thing you knew, he was barging into the music room to scold whoever had the audacity to touch his piano, but he stopped when he saw you. He may have asked you to write down the notes so he could play it with you.

“Oh, yeah, you played it for us in the last banquet,” Isaac remembers.

“Does it hurt?” Jean asked, curious again.

“No, not anymore. It hurt when I was getting it done. Boy, that was one hell of a ride,” you laugh. “But it’s been years, so it’s all healed and okay now.”

“It suits you, hondje. Do you have more?”

“I do!” You beam at them, feeling all bubbly inside. It's lovely how they always show interest in anything about you and remember what you like. “It’s on my thigh.” You use the tip of your toes to put more leverage on your right leg, grabbing a fistful of the skirt of your dress. You lift it to show them your tattoo, but a hand stops you when it's reaching your knee.

“Nunuche, what the hell?”

Napoleon had just woken up and was joining you in the dining room. Did you say something about your thigh? He was still a little sleepy, so he thought he heard you wrong. But then you grabbed your dress… What the fuck do you think you’re doing? He was at your side in the blink of an eye, gripping your wrists tightly and looking at you with a panic expression. It’d certainly be red in a second, if the loud slap sound was any indication.

And that’s how you make vampires choke on their foods and drinks. You look at them, a confused expression on your face. Isaac spat his tea all over his plate and is now coughing to clear his throat. Jean dropped his fork, frozen in his chair. Mozart is blinking in a frenzy, his mug in such a tight grip on his hand that his knuckles are white. Vincent is blushing furiously, his mouth agape. Theo is actually amused, and you clearly heard Arthur complaining to Napoleon that it was just getting good.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, startled.

“MC, just remember we’re not in the 21st century,” Sebastian says, clearly holding a smirk.

You feel your entire face heat up. Oh my God! That was certainly an uncomfortable situation. But you were so used to them; they made you feel at home, so you didn’t really think about what you were doing.

“Oh, right, sorry,” You chuckle and blush under the intensity of their stares. “But it’s no big deal, really. Sebastian and le Comte have already seen it.”

“Say that again?” Theo asks as his gaze drifts to the butler, just like everyone else's.

“It’s nothing weird!” You can almost feel the emperor’s grip tightening. Sometimes he was so overprotective — they all were, and it was both endearing and funny. You huff. “We were talking about the 21st century, and I told Sebas that I have tattoos and showed him. Simple as that. Lots of people wear clothes that show a lot of skin in modern days. Do you think I would lift my dress to show the tattoo when I’m right next to Arthur if it wasn’t okay?” You deadpan Napoleon.

“Hey!” The writer complains, but everybody ignores him. You do have a point.

Napoleon frowns, but slowly releases you. You look at the others and just from a look they know you’ll be mad if they freak out again, so they try to act cool. Keyword: try. They’re staring so much you think they’ll open a hole in your thigh, but at least they’re quiet. You lift the dress just a little more and your tattoo is finally showing. It’s colorful and about the same size as the other. There’s white fine lines connecting dots, forming the Leo constellation, with a blue-purple watercolor background.

“Yes, luv! Now that’s a good breakfast,” Arthur smirks and places his elbow on the table to support his head as he looks at you. He’s so glad that Jean started this conversation while you were still beside him. Napoleon purses his lips and glares at the writer, but he knows better than to start a fight. His nunuche wouldn't let him live it down.

“What the fuck is that?” Theo raises an eyebrow. Don’t get him wrong, he likes the art, but he just doesn’t understand what it’s supposed to be.

“Theo, language,” Vincent scolds his brother. He doesn’t want you to think they don’t like it.

“Is it upside down?” Jean frowns and tilts his head, trying to get a different angle, but it doesn’t make a difference.

"It's the Leo constellation," you chuckle and glance at Isaac, knowing he would understand. He enjoyed stargazing and always invited you to join him, especially after discovering your shared interest — then he started rambling about physics and astronomy, and you were lost.

“Oh, the stars,” Vincent says.

"So," Theo begins, and you can tell from his amused tone that he's about to say something to make you blush, "you have one that resembles Mozart and another that resembles Isaac."

“No, no. It’d have to be an apple for Newt,” Arthur grins when the poor physicist blushes as red as… the mentioned fruit.

“You’re the worst,” Isaac mumbles under his breath.

You chuckle at their banter. “So that’s it,” you say, releasing your dress. “We have a lot of things to do. So finish your breakfasts quickly.” You clap your hands twice.

“Indeed,” Sebastian nods in agreement.

You have moments of silence after that and you go back to work, but you feel the stares the whole day. You know they still have so much to say and ask, but they stay quiet.

You have some “not-so-permanent tattoos” now — and they might have helped do some.

I don't have tattoos yet, but I really want it. I'd make the first one, but with colors.

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 1 year

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Prompt || Bucky is about to leave for a mission. Reader asks him if he’s forgotten anything, and Bucky gives her a kiss. Reader becomes slightly shy and opens her hand to reveal Bucky’s wallet, saying “I meant this, but thank you.” — Requested by anon <3

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 400

Contents & Warnings || Fluff — no warnings.

Random prompt event || Masterlist

Bucky was doing a final check of his bag and pockets to ensure he had everything he needed for his week overseas on yet another mission.

“Ok, clothes, knives, guns, keys, can't forget about those again… and…,” he did a double take of everything once more, making sure it was all there, “I think that's it. Everything's ready.”

“Aren't you forgetting something, babe?” You tilted your head while lifting your eyebrows, knowing he had forgotten something.

He furrowed his brows and looked deep in thought for a second before realizing that he had indeed forgotten something.

“Of course! How could I ever forget something so important,” he smirked as he stepped towards you.

With an adoring smile on his face, he cupped your cheeks and caressed your skin with the pad of his thumbs, gazing so lovingly into your eyes.

“I can never forget such an important thing as a goodbye kiss from my girl,” he mumbled against your lips before closing the gap and kissing you so passionately, which you melted so deep into, holding his waist for stability as he poured his love and need for you into it. It was a kiss that he would go without for a whole week, so he took advantage of his soft lips on yours to make the most out of it before he was gone—kissing you till you were breathless and clinging desperately to him, not wanting the moment to end.

Once he pulled away, he rubbed his nose with yours while you let out a shaky breath of contentment. It took you a moment or two, still dazed and warm from his kiss, to give him the thing he forgot.

Shyly, you brought your hand out from your back and presented his black leather wallet that he so would have forgotten hadn't you reminded him.

“I-I meant this, but thank you for that wonderful kiss, Bucky.”

“Ah… yes…” Bucky became so shy and flustered when he realized you had meant his wallet. He blushed a bright pink as he took it from you and put it in his pocket before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him again.

“But a kiss is just as important as my wallet, don't you think, doll?”

You nodded as you circled your arms around his neck and stood on your toes so that your lips brushed once more.

“Definitely as important,” you smirked, “can I have another one before you leave?”

“Always,” he chuckled before kissing you just as passionately as the first time…

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arkhammaid · 3 months

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE GRID'S REACTION

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. the grid reacts to the news!

content warnings. some drivers are acting like assholes, some cursewords, 23!grid

notes. have another reaction chapter hehe

daniel ricciardo Guys

Guys wake up

IT'S IMPORTANT

lando norris ???

daniel it's 5am, why are you spamming rn

carlos sainz It's summer break, why can't you all shut up for once

daniel ricciardo Did no one see the news? Stark is coming to F1

carlos sainz To a race?

daniel ricciardo No you shithead, he's making a team

charles leclerc !!!!

lando norris at this point you'll never win monaco (because once stark joins, there no longer will BE monaco) charles leclerc Fuck you, nowins

daniel ricciardo This is serious... Tony fucking Stark wants to create an F1 team for the next season. @/max verstappen your winning streak will be over

charles leclerc Next season??? I thought for 26?

lewis hamilton Of course he would do that

charles leclerc Lewis, explain?? daniel ricciardo Yeah Lewis, please explain?

lewis hamilton Did any of you ever meet Tony? He will probably see the next season as test for the 2026 season. To train his mechanics and engineers and go all out. I bet many are saying it's a waste of money

carlos sainz It is a waste of money.

daniel ricciardo Yeah, they do. Reactions vary but 'experts' are saying that Tony is just wasting his time and should properly prepare for 26

lewis hamilton Knowing him, he already has a fully built car for 2026 and it's a beast.

fernando alonso Only the best for his daughter!

charles leclerc What. lando norris wdym his daughter??

george russell Why are you all awake at this bloody hour?

kevin magnussen Read the room. Everyone is in schock.

sergio perez Stupid. She will fail like every woman in motorsport with a rich father. Too dramatic.

lando norris i'm still confused???

oscar piastri Tony Stark has three children. Harley Keener-Stark, Y/n L/n-Stark, Peter Parker-Stark. Y/n is his only biological child and currently racing in Formula 3. She won Formula 4 last year.

charles leclerc I thought he only had sons?? When did Y/n appear? oscar piastri She 'appeared' the first time in January this year as Tony's daughter, no one knew before. lando norris how did you know? oscar piastri Google exists.

carlos sainz So daddy's money... great.

max verstappen I swear to god I will leave this chat the next time you all decide to fucking gossip at 6am like old women

daniel ricciardo It's important news!

max verstappen No it's not. Stark will be in F1 for a few years maximum and then leave again. It will pass

daniel ricciardo @/lewis hamilton you here? Don't you have anything else to add??

Fine, I'll guess I just ask the rest of the grid, you fucking bore.

daniel ricciardo @/everyone wakey wakey, it's time to wake up and talk!

mick schumacher Daniel? What's up?

george russell Ignore him. He has been annoying us because Tony Stark is coming to F1 and no one really cares. charles leclerc Lies and slander! I care!! lando norris yeah! me as well, idk what you're yapping abt

carlos sainz It's bullshit.

arthur leclerc Why do I have a bad feeling about Monaco...

ollie bearman THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN THINKING bianca bustamante It will be something for sure

lance stroll Well, I'm just happy to see another friendly face at the paddock :)

carlos sainz Of course you know Stark.

lance stroll You're just jealous esteban ocon As am I??? I'm your best friend AND MY BEST FRIEND HAS THE POTENTIAL OF KNOWING SPIDER-MAN???? AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME???????

daniel ricciardo I want everyone who knows anything related to Stark to immediately share with us because Lewis is ignoring me and I need to know. The only info we have right now, is that Stark will make a F1 team and that's it. I refuse to believe that's it. So, @/mick schumacher @/lance stroll spill the beans.

mick schumacher He didn't say anything last time I saw him, so I can't help you much.

lance stroll I know nothing, ask my dad.

daniel ricciardo I don't believe you.

pato o'ward If they say they don't know anything, then they don't? I don't know what's the problem, just wait for the next press release

max verstappen Do you even know Daniel. He's unable to wait for gossip. And he classifies this as gossip

daniel ricciardo Gee, thanks, feeling the love here

nico hülkenberg I wake up to 100+ notifications, why are you all like this?

kevin magnussen They're all idiots.

kevin magnussen @/tony stark could you please speed up with the press release? Daniel is setting all grid chats on fire and it's not funny anymore.

y/n stark ha, weak ass bitch kevin magnussen Watch your mouth missy

tony stark Should I tag Seb in a Tweet to announce it?

peter stark do it y/n stark do it harley stark do it

pepper potts-stark Don't do it. We will proceed with the plan. No matter how annoying the people in your private life are.

kevin magnussen Yes, ma'am, sorry for asking.

sebastian vettel I deserve more than a Tweet at 10am.

y/n stark speak your truth king peter stark sorry for suggesting otherwise (@/yn stark stop being such an attention seeker, we all know seb loves charles the most) y/n stark but charles is not here rn is he?

daniel ricciardo @/kevin magnussen EXPLAIN YOURSELF?!

carlos sainz What is going on now...

charles leclerc KMAG FOR STARK???? I didn't put this on my bingo card, now I lost 100 bucks. Fuck you Kevin

arthur leclerc Pay up bitch

oscar piastri Well done, man

nico hülkenberg And so he leaves he burning, ever sinking ship... the true hero- sorry, I meant coward

daniel ricciardo @/kevin magnussen I KNOW YOU'RE ONLINE YOU COWARD, COME HERE

I just want to talk to you

kevin magnussen No.

*kevin magnussen has left the chat*

fernando alonso There is your answer

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povlnfour · 5 months

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i need need need to know not funny didnt laugh 😭😭

THANK U SM FOR ASKING ABT THIS ONE it’s probably one of my fav current wips🫶

from the wip game

ੈ✩‧₊˚ NOT FUNNY (DIDN’T LAUGH) — SV5 WIP

pairing: sebastian vettel x f!reader

summary: seb has a crush. problem is, whenever you’re around, the only things that seem to leave his mouth are dad jokes. worse still, you never laugh.

genre: fluff, humour

— “you could at least pretend you find him funny, save the poor man the embarrassment” jenson punctuated his words with a small push to your shoulder, eyes trained on the german man clearly battling with his own conscience as whether or not to approach the both of you. you wouldn’t blame him for second guessing as most recent engagements with sebastian had usually ended in his ego being knocked down a size, after all.

“i do find him funny,” you clarified, watching the scene in front of you as sebastian found yet another mechanic to talk to, disguising his lingering as for a purpose “just not when he’s trying so hard.”

jenson chuckled, shaking his head and shovelling another fork load of pasta into his mouth. “you know why he’s trying so hard, right?”

“because he’s an idiot?”

“sort of.” the brit was smirking, and you should have known whatever fact he was about to break would be the end of you. “‘cause he fancies you, dummy.”

you wanted to protest, or scream, or laugh and call his bluff — but all you managed was a pathetic babbling in your stunned silence. jenson felt the need to reach over, a gentle tap to your chin closing your open jaw.

and then, at that exact moment, when words weren’t forming correctly in your brain, the world just had to test you.

“hey y/n— jenson, have you broken her?”

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goldengirlls · 2 years

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trouble

warnings — 18 + innocence kink + age gap (readers in her 20’s, he’s in his mid 40’s!!) + daddy kink + house wife kink + breeding kink+ beard kink + cum play + slight degradation + overstimulation + bucky being an absolute menace

summary — act like one get treated like one.

a/n — please read the warnings! dads best friend bucky? absolutely!! because im so in love with this man and the beard does things to me. many more too cum;)

“Bambi, been driven' me fuckin’ crazy all night.” Burgendy lips pressed against your jawline. “This dress? Trouble." His lips slotting against yours, "You’re trouble.” Hands roaming his wonder. “You’re about to feel me right there,” Cold fingers pressing against your body. Right where they belonged.

“Need to be close to that delicate heart of yours.” Heavy. Everything that was spoken between you two always held weight. A promise of belonging to one another.

“Want you to feel me spreading through your body, making its way up. Please, Bambi.”

Warm palms against his scruff that lines his sharp jaw line. He grew it out after you told him you loved the way it felt when his tongue and lips danced between your legs. How it looked after he made you cum- it was pornographic the way your cum lined his beard.

"I need you to see how much I love you."

Twinkle in your eyes as your lips chased his- all the confirmation he needed from you. Only this time his kisses became primal and territorial. Almost afraid if he didn’t you’d vanish.

Breathless and glazed “Where’s your dad?” Hands wrapped around your warm cheeks, the twinkle of those damn Bambi eyes as he looked for his answer.

“Still there.” Speaking between heavy breaths. “Won’t be till the morning.” Your nose scrunched and eyebrows raised. A lmichaeavious but daring look as you spoke to him.

Tongue running against his lips, “Perfect.” Cabernet consumed his tongue, “I’m about to make his daughter scream.”

Then within seconds he has you engulfed around your safe haven. Cold meeting your neck, molding your lips around his as he placed you on the kitchen counter.

Shaky hands found the button, then the zipper, demanding them down. Cold air fanning your body as he raised your dress up and ripping off the white that covered his favorite place to mark — breed.

You looked marvelous. Pebbled nipples from cool air wrapping around your them, faint purple marks trailed along your neck from the earlier and you with those damn Bambi eyes silently pleading him to fulfill his promise.

“Can’t wait Buck, need to feel you. Please.” His favorite song sang.

A groan leaving his lips as he wrapped his hand around his cock, running it through your dripping folds— only ever this wet for him.

Bucky’s tip pressing against your pussy unleashed a sound that was downright beautiful before your velvet walls welcomed him home.

“Fuck Bambi. You get tighter since this morning?” His forehead resting on yours, as he brought you closer to him and finding your lips.

Determined to have his cock feel the heart that belonged to him.

Tongues fighting for dominance, your hands tangled through his hair and when he hit that one spot he captured not only your tongue but the moan he gave you. It was like the gates of hell had opened when he saw you tonight. He should've been the reason for your laugh and smile, not the people you had been speaking to.

“Shit— you drove me crazy tonight y’know that?” Grunting out as you sucked him back in. “That dress is a menace. Stop lookin’ so good.”

“Stop lookin’ at me then.” You threw right back at him, only adding fuel to burning fire.

“Such a fuckin’ brat— don’t worry, i’ll fuck that right outta ya.”

Ripping away from you, he had you pinned against the marble counter. God did he miss those pebbled nipples. Fuck. What he wouldn't give to see how cold they felt. Loved marking them, biting them and twisting your nipple— the sound that fell from your lips made him drive harder into you. Moans erupting from the two of you. They were poetic.

“Act like a brat, I’ll fuck you like one.” Your body connects with his. Fingers splayed around your neck with his lips dancing around it, his fingers tracing the promises against your clit.

“Y’know I can’t not look at the most important wonder of the world, Bambi. Especially since she’s mine.” Teeth grazing your neck with each spoken word. You clenched around him as he spoke.

You got off on the way he spoke to you. Each word holding meanings behind them. His cock brushing against your g’spot earning moan after moan out of you. You squeezed tighter around him each time he hit.

“More daddy. So close.” His lips found your as he swallows each moan. Forefinger and middle finger pressing harder against your clit. The other working your nipples— pulling and twisting. His lips pull away to listen to the words that would leave your swollen lips.

“Beg me.” Speaking those two words in your mouth.

“Please let me cum. I— ‘m sorry. Won’t be a brat.” Lie.

“Let me cum for you. ‘ll be a good girl. Lemme show you how much I love you. Wha ya do to me.”

“Let me make a mess for you, daddy.” You moaned.

A grunt left his mouth capturing your lips with his. He was done for, “Fuck Bambi cum for daddy.”

White coating his cock— your claim to him, as he fucked you through your first orgasm but never stopping as he fucked you through your first, ready to pull another one out of you.

Leaving you empty for a split second before his hands wrap around your hips spinning you around to sit on him.

“C’mon Bambi. Y’can do it.” His hands help you work yourself on top of him.

“Too sensitive.” You whined against his lips.

“Yeah? Well ‘m gonna need one more outta ya. Y’know for being a brat and all.” Hips snapping against you, “Need to watch those Bambi eyes as they roll back when ya cum.” Pink swollen lips, his tongue running against his bottom lip as his eyes beamed brighter than before.

Sweat lined your forehead as your hair stuck to it and a moan left those lips he craved when he came into contact with your ass.

“Bounce on daddy’s cock baby. Make me cum so you can feel it right here.” Your heart. “Let me try and touch your heart. Be a good girl.”

“C’mon fuck me like the whore you are.” His hips snapped up hitting your g’spot over and over again, fingers sliding to pinch your clit. Velvet walls with silky folds. Bucky swore he could feel your cum seeping out of you when you bounced up only to miss the feeling when you came back down.

“Gonna cum baby. Need to cum with ya. Let go for me.”

It was blissfully pornographic. The sounds that filled the kitchen as he came in you and you all over him were perfect. Just like the sight in front of him when you both came down.

Absolutely beautifully wrecked.

Standing up, he placed you on the chair as he stood in front of you. Kissing every inch of his favorite thing to taste, feel, touch, smell and hear. All the way down till he was crouching in front of your dripping, puffy and ruined pussy.

“‘M gonna need to buy lots of dresses baby.” Mirrored kisses placed along the legs he loved wrapped around him and his head. His lips leaving your skin— already craving for them to go back home.

“Why's that?” You hummed out running a hand through his hair and the other grazing his beard. His fingers never leave you as they ghost over your pink puffy folds. A whimper leaving your lips the moment he makes contact with your clit.

“Because when I buy you that dream house, I’ll have the access to fuck you against every surface of it.” His fingers pressing the cum back into you.

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