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[imhere-imqueer-ilikedeer]

Part 6

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[witofspaeds]

They forced the mutants to move to a run down middle of nowhere country??!! 😮‍💨😔☹️☹️☹️

Hey Fuckwit, that's you, you stupid whores <3

[starsforxavi]

just a little competition ⁘ xavier

·······•✦ description: The parameters are simple: — No touching in erogenous zones. — No loud noises (moans, grunts, etc.) — The loser is the first one to give in.

If Xavier wins, you must put away all your Lumiere merch, but if you win, Xavier has to wear your Lumiere outfit during sex.

Xavier is determined not to lose.

·······•✦ pairing: xavier x afab!reader ·······•✦ word count: 6.1k ·······•✦ genre: smut, porn with plot, fluff ·······•✦ general tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Smut, Xavier Myth, Teasing, Competition, Can't Give In, Xavier is holding back, Massage, Making Out, Lingerie, Dirty Talk, Trying to get the other to break, Cosplay, Xavier in a Lumiere cosplay, Jealousy, Cunnilingus, Orgasm Edging, POV Second Person, No use of y/n, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, Marking, Clothed Sex, The Lumiere outfit stays ON, Creampie, Second Round?

·······•✦ posted on: ao3

“Are you sure you want to play, princess?” Xavier’s eyebrow is raised, and his chin is resting on his palm as he stares at you with wide, unblinking eyes. “You know that you can never resist my touch…” 

“I think I can resist just fine.” The calmness with which he speaks ignites a fire within you, and you’re determined to finally see the crack in his armor. “It’s you that I’m worried about.” 

His soft giggle wraps around you. It’s not taunting, but rather teasing, knowing that the feeling is mutual as you both seek to see the other give in and surrender control. One way or the other, it would be a hard match, but the stakes were high, and neither of you wanted to lose.

“Well, with a reward so great,” his voice borders on amused, “I know I have to win.” 

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest. “Then, should we start the game?” You ask, tilting your head in question. 

“Sure, we can start.” He shrugs. 

Immediately, you turn around, looking over your shoulder. “I just have to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” 

Before he can say anything, you leave him alone in the kitchen, his eyes following your movements. Long strides bring you to the bathroom, where you quickly change into your first weapon of the game. The sheer fabric sits pretty on your torso, showing off the lace bra and panties that accentuate your body. 

It’s just a nightgown; you’re ready to reason as you step out into the hall, seeing the peek of his bicep on the armrest of the couch. His fingers tap against the fabric, a slow rhythm as if he were anticipating what you had in store for him. 

“Oh, a surprise?” He seems genuinely taken aback, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as you stride toward him. It isn’t until you’re standing right in front of him, staring down at his big blue eyes, that you feel his hands graze the outside of your thighs. 

Just one touch is electrifying, but you’re not one to give in easily. 

His palms dance from the sides of your knees to just under the skirt of your nightgown. “Hm,” he hums, his eyes stuck on your body. “Is this all for me, princess?” 

“Yep.” You pop the ‘p.’ “All for you, baby.” 

Bending down, you notice the way his gaze moves to your cleavage, and your hands cup his cheeks. “I’m clothed, aren’t I?” After your words, you kiss his forehead, then his cheek. Cupping the back of his neck, you pressed open-mouthed kisses to his jaw. 

“Princess…” There is already strain in his voice, his fingers gripping at your thighs as if you were his lifeline. Kneading at the flesh, he allows you to kiss along his neck because he has to… He’s not losing. “You’re going to have to try harder.” He’s so relaxed despite the hitch in his breath as you suck a mark into the pale skin of his shoulder.

He feels the smile on your lips. The way your fingers card through his hair, holding him still as if he could move away, already has him aching in his pants. But he’s not giving in that easily. 

“I’ll try harder.” Standing up, you gesture to the couch. “Lie down on your chest.” 

Xavier sighs, his normally so nonchalant attitude giving way to a red flush on his cheeks and neck. The shirt he’s wearing isn’t particularly tight, so as he obeys your request, you immediately slip your hands under the fabric, your fingers massaging the tight muscles of his back. 

“Ah –” he swallows the groan, knowing that even the slightest increase in noise would cause him to lose the game. For a brief moment, he contemplates just saying game be damned, but then he thinks about him… His alter ego, whom you just seem to be so infatuated with. He couldn’t let Lumiere win. 

“What was that?” You grin, your thumbs digging into his lower back, right where his most sensitive spots are. Besides his cock and neck, his back seems to be a trigger for him that always gets him to be putty under your fingertips. 

“Nothing at – all.” His sentence is cut up, the lump in his throat growing as you straddle his thighs. 

Intense pleasure follows every one of your movements, and Xavier buries his face in the cushion of the couch. If he can just muffle his noises, force his breathing to a bare minimum, he can last. 

But you notice, your lips curling into a smirk as you tug his head up by his hair. Your lips brush against his earlobe. “Come on, baby.” Your teeth nip at his skin, eliciting a gasp from your boyfriend. “I wanna hear you. Hear how good I’m making you feel.”

“No.” He says simply, denying himself the outright pleasure of telling you how amazing your hands feel on his back, your fingers through his hair. He’s denying himself the simple admission of how much more he needs, giving in to your little game and losing. 

No. Not going to happen.

“I won’t tell you how much of a good girl you are for me.” Your heart begins to race, and just like you know how to get him to fold, he knows exactly the same. With your hand moving down his neck, tracing the curve of his spine, he continues. “Or how much I wish I were turned around so you could grind onto my lap.” 

Deep red colors your cheeks, and you sit up, your hands still gripping his waist. Your thumbs slowly stroke his skin, as if contemplating what to do next. No matter what, though, you’re determined to watch him lose. The realization in his face when he slips up, his eyes wide and lips parted. You crave it, and you’ll do whatever it takes. 

“Then I won’t tell you how I touched myself last night.” His whole body goes rigid, and he takes slow breaths to calm down. You’re lying, but he was gone on a mission last night, so he has no way of knowing. “How I imagined your hands on me as I buried two fingers in my pussy.” 

“I’m sure my fingers weren’t enough, were they?” He says it so casually, like you aren’t just talking about you fucking yourself on your fingers. “I bet you whined so loud for my cock, because nothing can compare.” 

The words send a shiver down your spine, but you swallow and shake it off. It’s just some words, you think. Yet, even thinking about having to get yourself off without him raises your body temperature just a bit. 

“I actually think I should get a dildo for when you’re away.” As you talk, your hands rub along his back, finding the tense muscles and working them out. Small sighs leave him, but he makes sure to zip up when he feels a wanton grunt or groan of defeat ready to leave his parted lips. “I’ll even name it Lumiere.” 

Xavier pauses, his fists clenching just enough for you to notice. Slowly, very slowly, you’re chipping away at his resolve, but it would take more to finally see him crack under the weight of your challenges. 

He’s quick. Lightning fast when he shifts out of your grip, sitting up on the couch with cheeks a deep red and eyebrows furrowed. You think, for a very brief moment, that he’s going to give in that easily, but it’s replaced by a quiet yelp when he reaches over, hands planting on your waist, and brings you to sit in his lap. 

You’re careful not to sit directly on him, because that would mean breaking the rules, but your ass rests right on his thighs. They tense under your weight, and you chew on your bottom lip at the slight friction of your panties on your growing arousal. 

“Careful, Xavier…” You coo, smirking at him. “That area is off limits.” 

“Oh, I know.” His large hands cup your hips, grip tight and nearly bruising as he takes in the full view of your outfit. He was too preoccupied with the rules, making sure he definitely didn’t break them and lose to that man… “Just want to look at you when you talk about him again.” 

“Lumiere?” Your voice is saccharine sweet, taunting him into a reaction, yet he remains as still as a statue. “I think that’s a much more moanable name than Xavier.” 

Your hip bones are under assault by his thumbs, pressing into them in a way that bubbles a whimper in your throat. He’s silent, letting your statement sink in before putting on the facade of indifference. 

“I think you sound really pretty when you moan my name.” It’s almost as if a robot is saying it, almost devoid of emotion. But you know him too well. His sentence is cut up by a gulp, nearly imperceptible if your hands weren’t sitting on his biceps and you weren’t so in tune with his reactions. “Especially with your face down in the pillow... All muffled but still loud enough for the neighbors to know who’s making you cum so hard.” 

The way he says it brings back memories, and you can almost feel his hand kneading the flesh of your ass as his pelvis slapped against the backs of your thighs. The sheets were irreparably ruined, with spit, tears and cum staining nearly every inch. That night was electric, and you almost find yourself leaning closer to connect your lips. 

But you’re not giving in. No. You are going to see him cave. If anything, you determined just to see him lose. Yes, winning would be great. But more than anything, you want to see him snap. 

“I disagree.” Your hands move up and down his arms, feeling the way his muscles flex under your digits. He’s so hot, you think. Everything about him is attractive, but it’s the quiet confidence that is seemingly affected by anything you say to him that litters your skin with goosebumps. “I’m going to moan Lumiere’s name when you lose.” 

His eyebrows set in a hard line, lips curling into a frown. Even the thought makes his chest tighten, eyes hardening just enough that you shiver slightly. There’s a depth in his gaze that tells you he’s almost there, fighting between wanting to show you how much better he is than Lumiere and the knowledge that if he wins, all of your godforsaken merch goes away from his sight. 

Out of sight, out of mind…

His Adam’s apple bobs, and he shakes his head. “I’m not going to lose, princess.” The tone of his voice lowers. One of his hands traces your spine over the sheer nightgown. “You don’t know how sexy you are right now.” 

A new approach. Interesting, but you’re confident you can –

“Even in my dreams, I think about fucking you dumb.” It’s said as a whisper, and you freeze in his lap, your grip dropping to the sides of his torso. He leans forward, just enough so you can feel the breeze of his breath as he keeps going. “Watching you drool on the sheets, and only hearing my name from those pretty lips.” 

His eyes lock onto your lips, and heat rises. The tension between you is pulled taut, threatening to snap. But almost as soon as he stops talking, you cup his jaw. With an aura of dominance, you tilt his head up, your thumb ghosting over his Adam’s apple.

“I think next time we fuck,” your lewd words shoot straight to his cock, the deep dark color of your eyes piercing right through him as his cheeks burn. “We should film it.” 

Xavier’s heart nearly stops, and you see the wheels turning in his head. Lumiere, Lumiere, Lumiere… He repeats over and over, his jealousy still iron clad in not giving in, but he sees the soft color of your lips, knowing that all he has to do is close the short distance.

“Then,” you continue, “we can watch it back together, and I can jerk you off while you watch me get filled to the brim with your cum.” A soft brush of your nose against his, your fingers gripping onto his shoulders. “I know how much you love filling me up, right?” 

He lets out a huff of breath, closing his eyes as you scratch the nape of his neck, your grip switching to his hair. Something about the mental image, the feeling of your hands on him, the warmth of your skin through the sheer fabric. 

Xavier snaps. 

His lips are crashing onto yours before you can figure out what happened. Puzzle pieces finally finding their right match, the way he can tilt his head and find the perfect angle to engulf your entire being with him. 

He tugs you closer, your hips sitting right on top of his, and you feel his hard bulge underneath you. Throbbing and needy, he plants his palms on your bare skin under your nightgown, his deep breaths being swallowed by your mouth when he traces your bottom lip with his tongue. 

Of course, you let him in, but not before pulling back with a smirk. 

“I – win.” You pant, unable to get the words out before he holds onto the nape of your neck, bringing you back to him. 

“F – uck,” is all he can manage, the overwhelming ache in his chest knowing he lost, he let himself get out of control, is still there, but when he hears your gentle whimpers and feels your touch surrounding him, he couldn’t care less. 

Your chuckle is swallowed by him, his tongue tracing the edge of your teeth. Every atom of your body shudders when he growls, your hair threaded through his digits in an attempt to just get you to stay still. 

Hands cup his jaw, your heart racing in elation, but also a deep-seated need at seeing him so desperate for you. So much so that he gave up the victory just to kiss you. But he’s always been like that. He just didn’t show it. Deep down, he craved you with every fiber of his being, but his usual gentle and calming nature overrode any feral actions on his end.

All his thoughts stop as you kiss him with even more fervor. Like it’s taking everything in you just to pull away with a gasp, too caught up in each other to even worry about the breath leaving your lungs in short gasps. 

With eyes locked, you feel the desire flooding in him, his fingers thread through your hair, slender digits twisting through the locks in a tight enough grip to keep you right where he wants you, but not hurt you. His thumb brushes the shell of your ear, and a moment of softness passes between you before he nuzzles the tip of his nose with yours. 

“You know just how to push my buttons, huh?” His deep voice vibrates through his chest, and in the close proximity, you can hear the mix of desperation and frustration that he lost. It’s a foreign sight, seeing him so worked up that his blue irises darken into an incoming storm on the horizon. 

Xavier is distracted, mostly by the haze in your eyes, or even the slight curve of a smirk that you wear so prettily. But a small part is also focused on the tip of your tongue as it darts out to wet your lower lip. He knows he’s so far gone in your essence, craving every part of you, that he doesn’t care about the inevitable of wearing that god-forsaken outfit during any intimate moment you wish. 

“Mhm,” the grin you have is cocky, almost as if you are proud of the fact that you have him wrapped around your finger, ready to give in at just a bit of teasing. “But you love it.” 

He rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face betrays his feelings. Of course, he loves it. Nothing is hotter than seeing you reduce him to a mess, even though he can turn it at the drop of a hat. 

You like to think you always have the upper hand, but Xavier always comes out on top. His grip muses your hair, the other sliding along your waist as he bucks his hips up. It’s a languid motion, and in a single breath, he connects your lips once more. 

Your tongues naturally find each other, twisting and turning in a slow dance. There’s no rush. Xavier can take his time exploring you while feeling every muscle in your thigh twitch. Every sense is full of him, and for a moment, you can barely discern where you end and he begins. 

But that’s part of the fun. 

Grunts of pleasure echo in your mouth, and you respond with whimpers of your own. It’s your own language of just noises that you can decipher with ease from how well you know your boyfriend. In turn, he can tell by the hitch in your whimper, the way you press even further into him, and your hands move in a line from his chest to his neck, that you feel the same way as him. 

A hint of slow adoration paired with an intense need to show you how much he loves you. 

You know.

He sits back just enough to speak, not wanting his lips to be far from your own but needing the space to get his thoughts out. “Princess,” he groans, kissing you quickly as if he can’t get enough, “you don’t know what you do to me.” 

A giggle escapes you, and your eyes are focused on the drunk flush of his cheeks and the haze of darkness in his gaze. “Oh, I know.” You hum, your fingers interlocking behind his neck. “Or at least, I think I know.” 

“No,” Xavier shakes his head, his hair moving along with it. “You don’t know.” He sucks in a breath, suddenly not even able to breathe properly in your presence. The competition isn’t even in his mind; all he can focus on is you, you, you. “I will never get enough of you.” 

“Hm,” another hum, and your smirk morphs to a gentle smile. “I can say the same thing, Xavi.” 

“But,” your eyebrows raise, the rich color of your eyes giving way to a bright joy. “You lost the game.” Xavier frowns, but you keep going. “So you know what that means.” 

“Don’t say it.” 

“I need to get my Lumiere costume out of the closet.” Your fingers wrap around his wrist, and in a swift movement, you wiggle out of his grasp and pull him in the direction of your shared bedroom. 

His eyes are trained on your hips, the sway being all too enticing that he has to have you back in his grasp. Arms wrap around your waist, and his chest meets your back before you can even make it to the threshold of your room. 

Labored breaths drift along your neck, fully exposed by the thin straps of your sheer nightgown. A low groan comes from him, and his hips grind against the swell of your ass just to make sure you know how hard he is. You know. You’ve known since the moment you moved to sit on his thighs. The strain in the fabric of his sweatpants is hard to miss, and it’s even harder when he guides you back against him, pinning you up against the wall. 

“Xavier.” You groan as the flat of his palm rests on your lower abdomen. He’s so warm, and you want so badly to indulge, but this is supposed to be a punishment. He lost. “We need to get to the bedroom.” 

“We’ll get there… eventually.” His warm lips dance across your shoulder, and he nearly growls out the words as he continues the slow grinding. 

Your voice hums with disapproval, and he lets you go with a huff when you pull a little harder at his wrists. He would never trap you if you didn’t want it, but god, is it impossible to resist the way you turn and drag him further toward the room. 

It isn’t until you’re standing in front of your side of the closet, digging into the corner and whipping out the outfit in a flash of white and blue, that Xavier sighs. As if his nightmare is finally becoming a reality, he slumps against the edge of the bed, his eyes hazing over with an innocence you’ve seen before when he pretends not to know something. 

“Wait,” he says softly, his eyelashes framing his pretty blue eyes as he blinks, “I really lost…”

“Mhm,” you nod, holding it out for him to weakly grab onto the handle of the hanger. “If I remember correctly, you kissed me first. Thus, you lost the competition.” A proud smile curls at your lips as he stands, walking toward the bathroom with a dejected hang of his head. 

“Fine, fine.” He huffs as he walks, the door closing with a click. 

It doesn’t take long for him to emerge from the bathroom once more, his cheeks flushed beneath the beautiful mask on the top half of his face. It’s obvious that he hates it, his hands playing with the light blue lapel that crosses over a sharp silver chest. But there’s also a bit of depth in his walk when he sees the way your thighs clench together.

The shoulders are filled out so well, maybe a bit too well, that you force yourself to take a breath and admire that he’s actually doing this for you. Yes, he lost. And yes, this is his punishment. But if he truly didn’t want to do it, he didn’t have to. 

“Enjoying the view?” He sulks, standing at the edge of the bed and staring down at your frame. The sheer nightgown still sits on your skin, and he can see the rise and fall of your chest. “I think you are, princess.” 

“Of course I am.” You playfully roll your eyes, reaching a hand up toward him to pull him down. The raised bumps of his mask darken the shadows over his blue eyes, painting them like an ocean with rising tides, ready to drown you in the surf. “My hot boyfriend is wearing my other hot boyfriend’s outfit?” 

You can’t see it, but his eyebrows crease together. He sets his hands on your waist, kneading your sides softly as he is rendered to silence for a moment. Something swims deep in his vision, and it’s impossible to put your finger on.

“Since I already lost, does that mean I can touch you now?” The deep timbre of his voice catches you off guard, but it’s quickly replaced by a rising flush across your chest. Under the soft purple sheer, your thighs threaten to clench around his hips, and your nipples harden behind the cups of your bra. 

“Yeah–”

All other words are cut off by his lips meeting yours. It’s a bruising kiss that is all passion, with the usual undertone of intimacy that Xavier shows in all of his actions. With his tongue tracing your bottom lip, his hands push up the edge of your nightgown, exposing the expanse of your stomach and up over your bra-clad breasts. 

His grunts echo in your mouth, swallowed by the back of your throat, and you respond with a whimper of your own. It’s desperate, just like the way he palms the cups of your bra and his hips slowly grind down onto the wet patch of your panties. 

Only when he presses open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and to the long line of your neck do you hear his voice. “Mine,” he hums, the tip of his mask dragging across your skin. “All mine.” 

The possessive words strike a chord, forcing groans and whimpers to fall from your parted lips. When paired with the slow grinding of his bulging pants to your rapidly soaking panties… It’s heaven on earth. 

But you still want the chance to tease him, so as he tugs off your nightgown, you pull him down for another kiss. Your palm cups the bulge in his pants, and as you sit back against the pillow, you meet his desperate expression with a smirk. 

“You’re so hard, Lumiere.” 

The name sets him off, his eyes widening just enough for you to notice as well as the vice-like grip on your waist. Fingers wrap around your wrist, wrenching your touch away from him and placing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. 

His eyes are dark, a hunger in them unlike any other as he slowly kisses up your arm. Without taking his gaze off of you, his lips worship your body as if you didn’t just say his name, as if he's reminding you that he is Xavier, even though he’s wearing that stupid outfit. 

“Do you want to try that again?” One of his eyebrows shifts up, his mouth next to your ear as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your panties. A simple and swift tug and the undergarmet is cast aside to the floor, his thumb rubbing along your folds while he sucks a mark into the side of your neck.

“Xav–” His name is cut off with a whimper, the pleasurable pain coursing through you from both his light caress of your clit and the sting of his mark in your skin. 

“Good girl.” He whispers, reaching around with his other hand and expertly unclasping your bra. After so many times of practice on you, it comes to him with measured ease. 

When he settles between your thighs, his hands holding onto the flesh in an attempt to stop you from closing them around his head, he speaks again, his voice calm yet full of intense desire. “Who is it that’s marking you right now, princess?” A loud noise echoes as he sucks a light mark into your thigh. 

“Is it Lumiere?” Even the name rolling off his tongue is tinged with jealousy and annoyance, but also a hint of tease, his teeth nipping right below where you really need him. 

A shake of your head answers him, but it’s not satisfactory. “No, no.” Xavier tuts his tongue, a light kiss being placed on the hood of your clit. “I want words, princess.” His thumbs part your folds, exposing the fluttering ring of muscle. “Who is marking you?”

Once he sucks another mark into the inside of your other thigh, you catch your breath. “You.” You gasp, your fingers threading through his hair as he licks a stripe from your entrance to your already throbbing clit. “F – fuck… You, Xavier.” Your words are stuttered between gasps, fingers tightening in his hair and despite the bottom half of his face being obscured by your pussy, you can see the smile that forms. 

“That’s right.” His lips wrap around your bundle of nerves, sucking harshly and listening to the sharp moan of his name that slips from your lips. “It’s me, princess.” The whisper fans out over your dripping pussy. “I want you to look at these marks and know it’s me that made them, not Lumiere.”

As he delves back into your heat, the silver adornments of the mask are the only thing you can see, along with the striking blue of his eyes that refuse to leave yours. His tongue dips inside, tasting your essence while his nose tickles your pulsing clit. After having done this so many times, he knows exactly what to do and how to prolong your pleasure. 

“Ah!” You moan, your hips bucking up against his face, grinding down and taking just what you want. His name falls from your lips, and it’s exactly what he wants to hear as heat rushes through your entire body. It’s addicting to hear each sound of his name, and he thinks that there can’t be anything prettier than your hooded eyes and soft cheeks that watch him like a hawk. 

Maybe the second prettiest thing, compared to the way your eyes widen, and a desperate whimper comes as he sits back up on his knees. Just as quickly as the coil is pulling taut, your body responding in turn to his mouth with just as much need as always, it’s released without any satisfaction. 

Xavier’s hands card through your hair to hold you in place as he kisses you with even more fervor. You can taste your essence on his tongue, and the ruined orgasm pulses through you, only adding to your heightened senses. 

He doesn’t often just stop, especially not when he’s face deep in your pussy, but with the jealousy swimming in his eyes and the grip on your hair and hip, he’s delving into another part of himself. It’s a part that is a bit more intense, a bit more overwhelming, but it’s interesting to play into that side of him.

The soft groans are pressed to your lips, and it takes him a moment to pull away. His wrist is caught by your hand, and you pout up at him with a sadistic smirk that causes his cock to twitch in his pants. 

“Keep it on.” You say, knowing it was still his punishment, and also finding him extremely hot dressed in that outfit. “Please?” 

Xavier smirks, his eyes blinking slowly behind the mask, before his fingers pop the button of his pants, pushing both that and his briefs down enough for his length to spring out. The tip is an angry red, skin pulled taut as the blood pumps straight down. A drop of precum drips from his slit onto your mound. The weight of his arousal rests right on your abdomen, reminding you just how deep he’s going to go. 

“Only because you asked nicely.” His hand steadies himself, the other gripping onto the inside of your thigh to keep you spread for him. Loud squelching comes from below, and he taps the tip of his cock onto onto the wetness of your folds. “And you look so beautiful underneath me.” 

The head of his cock slips inside, and you bite at your bottom lip with each inch that stretches you out. It isn’t painful, especially after having had him inside you too many times to count. It’s like he’s moulded you to his shape, always able to accommodate him and his length until he’s nestled right up against your most sensitive spot. 

“Good girl.” He soothes, kissing your cheek, then your jaw, and then your neck. “Taking me so well.” 

The first few thrusts are slow, and you can feel the slick accumulating both beneath you and onto the fabric of his pants. Your legs wrap around him, tempting him to move just a bit faster, if the whimpered “faster” isn’t enough to give him the hint. 

As he picks up the pace, all you can focus on is the grunts and groans of the man above you paired with the drag of his cock along your walls. You can feel every pulsing vein, every inch of his thickness that doesn’t stretch you out too much, but it’s the perfect girth to tighten the coil inside you. 

“Xavier – fu– so good.” You pant, your hands wrapping around his neck and pulling him up to connect your lips once again. It’s hot, and barely even a kiss. It’s just a clash of mouths and a swallowing of noises as the clapping of his balls on your ass overtake any words you could utter. 

“Mhm,” he hums, one of his hands palming your breast while the other expertly finds your bundle of nerves. It wrenches a whine that borders on a scream at the sharp increase in white hot pleasure thrumming through your veins. 

His thumb flicks across your nipple, sending shockwaves across every inch of your skin, filling the expanse with goosebumps. The pebbled nub hardens even more, and all three sensations combined feel like you’re drowning in lava. It’s pulsing and throbbing, yet you can’t get enough. 

“Fu–ck… Princess.” He breathes out, his thumb quickening its touch on your clit. It’s a push and pull. With each time he is flush against your pelvis, his digit adds just a bit more pressure, alternating from slow strokes to quick presses in quick succession to the pistoning of his length inside your heat. 

“God… Oh – my god. Xavier–” Everything seems heightened, and as the silver of his mask glitters in the light of your lamp, you see the part of Xavier in his eyes. He’s feral, but he also makes sure that he doesn’t grip you too hard, nor does he abuse your cervix with his length.

“Keep going, princess.” Xavier grunts, the silver hair falling just above the edge of his mask. Some of it sticks to his forehead, but his hands are full, so he let’s the sweat soak him, dripping down the side of his face as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. “Say my – fuck – name again.” 

“Xavier–” his name comes in whimpers. It’s uttered over and over, as the coil inside you is pulled impossibly tighter in your lower abdomen. It’s said like you’re praying, begging for something that you know he will give you. 

Xavier grunts again, his lips finding yours in small kisses that add to the intense passion in the moment. He tries to speak, but the words are lost with each time you clench around him. You’re so tight, strangling him with each sheath of his length inside you, but he will never get enough. 

Heat settles on your skin, and your fingers tug at the hair on the nape of his neck. A soft moan comes from him, and as the backs of your feet rest on his lower back, he slows his thrusts down into a deep grinding. 

You can feel all of him, every tantalizing inch of pleasure that rockets through you. The only thing you can manage is his name, but he loves it by the way his cock twitches inside you with each whimper. 

What pushes you over the edge is when the hand on your breast drags down your front, his palm pushing down on your lower abdomen so he can feel the outline of his cockhead through your stomach. He’s always loved doing that because it sends shudders of intensity through both of you. 

“Fu–Xavier!” His name is screamed to the heavens, face buried in his shoulder as your high washes over you in white hot waves. It’s like you’re drowning, the breath being stolen from your lungs, and your heart beating so quickly that it threatens to erupt out of your chest. 

Xavier utters your name in a grunt as he feels you reach your peak. The thrusts slow, still grinding deep and dragging out your pleasure into one of ebbing overstimulation. It isn’t until the very end of your orgasm that you feel him twitch inside you. 

Spurts of cum drench your walls, and Xavier holds you still as he fills you up with every last drop he has. He never wants to waste anything, wanting to stay deep inside you for hours after if you let him.

Silence sits between you as Xavier looks you in the eyes. Both of you are breathing heavy, warm air mixing between you as sweat soaks into the strands of hair at the nape of your neck. 

“Xavier.” You start, brushing his silver hair back from his forehead before taking the mask off. His cheekbones are painted pink, and you bring him down for a gentle kiss. “That was amazing. Thank you.” 

“Well, I lost.” He says simply, nose nuzzling against yours as he traces circles into your waist with his thumb. 

“But you didn’t have to.” 

“Do you…” He stops for a moment, teeth tugging at his bottom lip. “Do you really like him more than me?” 

For a moment, you think it’s silly that he’s so jealous of himself, but then you realize that it’s his persona. Sure, it’s him, but it’s also a different aspect of his personality. No, you don’t like Lumiere more. So you shake your head.

“Of course not.” You kiss him again, cupping his jaw and caressing the side of his neck. “I like Lumiere, but I love Xavier.” 

The tips of his ears deepen an even darker red as he chuckles, kissing you once more as if he couldn’t get enough. He really can’t. He could kiss you for eternity and never get tired of it. 

“Good.” He nods, his eyes trailing down your body until he lands on the place you’re still so intimately connected. Arousal courses through him, and he slowly resumes the grind of his hips against you. 

“Can I take this off then and go another round?” 

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Finally Forever

Pairing: lando Norris x girlfriend!reader

summary: lando gets the girl — forever

a/n: this was requested back when I first post finally! Sorry it took so long but I hope you like it

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Finally | Finally in Love

Private Messages, Lando and Carlos/Rebecca

Private Messages, Rebecca and y/n

Private Messages, Lando and Rebecca

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user1: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

↳user2: I’m so excited! I love Rebecca and Carlos!

↳user1: I know!!! I need them married like yesterday

user3: man I hope it’s an engagement ring 🤞🤞🤞🤞

↳user4: same!!

user5: or he could just be buying her a piece of jewelry??

↳user6: that’s what I’m saying — I don’t think they’ve really been together long enough for an engagement ring…

↳user7: ok that’s very true — but this store is well known for its engagement rings?? Like it’s where these people go for their rings

↳user6: really??

↳user7: yeah

↳user6: hmmm 🤔

user8: you know what I want to see??

↳user9: Lando entering a jewelry store??

↳user9: because they’ve been together for years now and there’s still no ring on that finger??

↳user8: all very true

user10: ok it’s all well and good to see him centering a jewelry store but he’s got a mother and sisters? Like it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s for his girlfriend

↳user11: that’s another good point!

↳user12: right? Let’s just stop speculating on drivers lives?

Private Messages, Lando and Max F.

Private Messages, Lando and Max F./Carlos/Rebecca

Private Messages, Lando and Max F.

Private Messages, Lando and y/n

landonorris

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landonorris: she said yes and i get my forever girl

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user13: oh my god im so soft for these 2…

maxverstappen1: finally! It only took forever

↳carlossainz55: you don’t even know the half of it…

↳landonorris: go away you muppets and let me enjoy the fiancé life

charles_leclerc: Congratulations!

↳landonorris: thanks man

oscarpiastri: how long did it take you to actually propose?

↳landonorris: I’m actually not listening to you rn

↳papaya_girl: the proposal was actually pretty quick — it only took about 20 texts messages

↳oscarpiastri: he texted you the proposal??

↳oscarpiastri: actually I don’t know why I’m shocked

↳user14: he texted you the proposal 😑😬

↳papaya_girl: he did! It was actually quite cute

↳user14: if you say so…

maxfewtrell: glad you finally manned up

↳landonorris: thanks for the kick in the pants

↳papaya_girl: yes thank you max

iamrebeccad: what about the plan?

↳papaya_girl: you guys had a plan?

↳iamrebeccad: we did!

↳landonorris: yeah the plan was stressing me out so I just went for it

↳papaya_girl: and I’m so glad you did!

user15: this is the content I want to see!

↳user16: oh absolutely

↳user17: congratulations Lando!

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going for a ride with mama

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sports car

pairing: lando norris x piastri!reader

summary: the one where lando gets outed for having a crush on his teammate's little sister.

a/n: bro it's been stuck in my head for a solid week now

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yourinstagram my vogue beauty secrets tutorial is out 🪽 all products used are linked below! thank you so much for this opportunity, was insane to me when i was informed of it and still very much is!

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user1 not fair. why is everyone on insta a freaking model

user2 where's the gold necklace from? thanks queen love you <3

yourinstagram it's from brandname brandname 😉 y/n piastri repping our gear? this calls for a c...o...l...l...a........

user3 drop the skincare routine too

user4 y/n are you ever going to a grand prix?

user5 she was at oscar's f1 debut user4 yeah but never again user4 she shouldn't be too busy as a part-time influencer like

vogue we're so glad you agreed 🤍

yourinstagram kisses!

user6 my gf (real)

user7 wait. wait. why is a vogue beauty secrets video title the way i find out y/n is a formula 1 driver's sister?

user8 well tbf she doesn't usually use her full name, probably not to seem like she's mooching off his success yk user9 no girl you're good i realized that a month ago when someone posted an edit of her and tagged it with her full name

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yourinstagram best brother 🧡 yay points

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user1 she took the comments about her not showing up to his races personally

user2 wait. y/n is his sister?? user3 oscar you thought you ate

user4 forget f1 drivers i want THIS GIRL

user5 hope you had fun !! thank you for taking a photo with me and my friends liked by yourinstagram

yourinstagram i did and i hope you did too 🫶 no worries, you both were v polite and absolutely stunning user6 she's so sweet aww

oscarpiastri I think this is your first post without any selfies. Congrats.

yourinstagram are we not partially the same people yourinstagram i thought you were smart? oscarpiastri I don't think that's how it works.

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lando on the move

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user1 i was not familiar with your game

user2 lando whoreizz more like? dang.

user3 I AM GOING FERAL NO ONE CAN HOLD ME BACK

user4 wait guys y/n piastri liked this 😭

user5 i pray the next time i accidentally make an idiot of myself on live stream my crush will notice me too user6 lmaooo help

user7 who are you posing for? y/n?

oscarpiastri Attention whore yourinstagram the girls are fighting!! user8 this cannot be real. polite piastri just called his teammate an attention whore user9 y/n u are so real for that

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fentybeauty Y/N Piastri is the new face of Fenty Beauty. @/yourinstagram

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user1 i just want to be a nepo baby.

user2 well y/n isn't really a nepo baby user3 nepo sister? user4 most of her image is built around her as js herself i think it's only recently (after her appearance at a gp) that people realized she was oscar piastri's sister cause they don't look alike and she usually only goes by y/n

user5 STUNNERRR

user6 am allowing myself to be influenced

user7 be so fr right now what is lando doing in the likes

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lando austin, tx

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user1 oscar? in a cowboy hat? oh i folded my ovaries exploded i swore i was wearing clothes

lando i think you've got a fan, mate @/oscarpiastri oscarpiastri That's very kind of you

user2 the only time america serves

user3 is when a fucking brit comes over user4 live laugh love lando

user5 good luck at COTAS!! papaya army will be cheering for you *liked by lando

user6 soooo lando have you shot your shot yet?

user7 pardon? user6 i mean has he officially tried to hit on y/n yet user7 no way. she's too nonchalant to date him. piastri siblings do be the coolest crushes fr

mclaren see you, sheriff

lando this town ain't big enough for us two

user8 love to see oscar hanging out w landos friend group

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yourinstagram you taste like the 4th of july

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user1 Y/NNN ARE YOU GOING TO COTAS??

user2 she must be i don't think she's ever been to the us before user3 queen y/n in mclaren paddock i'm calling it

user4 hold up am i reaching but lando posted burger joint milkshakes and she posted a burger joint and

user5 i really hate to break your bubble but there's literally no evidence to suggest they were at the SAME burger joints user6 its america its all fast food.

user7 so stunningg

oscarpiastri So you ignore your debts and post instagrams

yourinstagram what debt 😭 i paid for your concert tickets no?? oscarpiastri I paid for my concert tickets yourinstagram well we paid for each other's concert tickets yourinstagram you're jokign right do you hate me that much oscarpiastri I just wanted you to respond to me yourinstagram okay 😔 sorry brotha

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yourinstagram came to support the fam

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mclaren we are so glad you did 🧡

yourinstagram the teddy is so cute i'll sleep with it every night! tysm for the wonderful welcome user1 aww

oscarpiastri I'm emotional now. Get me a tissue, please. I can't believe my sister cares about me.

yourinstagram the combination of perfect punctuation and capitalization really hit the mark. user2 he's so silly user3 oscar bfr you're glad she's finally started coming to ur races often

lando am i the fam

yourinstagram gosh i hope we're not related that would make it weird user4 well you guys are pretty close to alabama liked by yourinstagram user4 HELP??

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lando soon.

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user1 ? soon ? as in ? coming soon ?

user2 bro if he looked at me like that

user3 oscar can you explain your boyfriend's cryptic captions

yourinstagram soon.

user4 HELLO? user5 did she just acknowledge his existence user6 tf you mean soon girl lando soon. yourinstagram soon. lando soon. user7 they need help oscarpiastri You see what I have to put up with every day of my life?

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yourinstagram i think you know what this is

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user1 y/n and tate?

user2 the crossover we never knew we needed

user3 WAITTT YK HOW TATE HAS HER NEW MV AND SHE'S TEASING A MCLAREN DRIVER WHAT IF OSCAR OR LANDO'S DATING HER??

user4 i like the way your mind works user5 that's so awkward for her lol if it's oscar "cool you're shagging my brother" user6 or maybe it's lando probably? because he posted soon on his instagram user7 but doesn't lando have a crush on y/n? or is it not confirmed user8 girl idk

user9 baddieeees

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yourinstagram SPORTS CAR.

everybody say THANK YOU TATIANA ♡ seriously, what did i deserve to get to know her? she has put out a killer album, danced her ass off in stilettos, and did so during a non-stop tour. now she's starting another one. respect, a whole cartload of it.

but a little recap: obviously, tate wanted a driver in her music video about a SPORTS CAR. lando's team was up for it. tate (being respectful, she literally had no reason to do this whatsoever except for that fact that she's an amazing person and so very considerate) asked me to film it with lando instead. for "chemistry' and blah but again, THANK YOU TATIANA we say in unison.

hope you enjoy the music video and the song!

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tatemcrae there was no need to write a whole paragraph but i appreciate your recognition ♥️ considering an acting career anytime? love you loads

yourinstagram while the answer is yes, unfortunately i don't think anyone else will be considering it for me 🤪 tatemcrae also you fine asf yourinstagram u too bae rahhh user1 i love them sm

user2 that's so nice of her

user3 like i'm sure y/n would've been fine with her but giving up an MV for an actor's gf is crazy user4 i mean...it paid off. the chemistry is INSANE user5 need a man to hold me how lando holds y/n

user6 oscar jack piastri, how are you holding up?

oscarpiastri Have been avoiding the video. Have not been entirely successful. user7 LMAO poor boy lando sorry mate oscarpiastri You're not sorry in the slightest yourinstagram just close your eyes

lando thank you tatiana for orchestrating a music video for me and my girlfriend you're the goat

tatemcrae i think you're just glad you got to hard launch her this way, but you're welcome user8 y/n never called him her boyfriend BUT GUYS THiS iS CONFIRMATION THEY ARE DATING lando yes i'm her boyfriend she's my girlfriend. in case the making out and monkey business did not make that clear! user9 "monkey business" i cant anymore with him ✋

lando @/yourinstagram mommy? sorry-mommy? sorry-

yourinstagram shameless, i tell you. shameless. do it again.

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a/n: WE CAN UH-UH IN IT

[astars-things]

Hate and comfort

Lando norris x reader

Summary- where y/n joins quadrant athletes and gets hated on because people only think she got in because Lando is her boyfriend. (Mix of Insta edits, written and tweets, also please lmk if you like me adding the tweets or not, in my inbox or comments )

*I don't own any of these photos they are from pinterest

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@.Quadrant Please welcome the newest adrenaline junkie to the team Y/n. Y/n has been a part of the Nitro circus for 4 years, pulling off world-class stunts and we can't wait to see what she can bring to the team.

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@.Hater Wait so she does flips in the air and we’re calling her an athlete?? be serious.

@.hater2 Nepotism wins again 💅

@.maxfewtrell welcome to the team y/n/n

@.Hater3 I just unsubscribed

@.Y/n.L/n Thank you for signing me 💚

→ @.Hater4 SLUT

You laid in your hotel bed, tears rolling down your face as you read the comments, you have had your fair share of hate. Being a woman in a male-dominated sport you were judged, if you cried you were over sensitive, if you have male friends you're a slut, If you celebrated, you were cocky and the list goes on. But this was different.

What made it all harder was the fact that you were completely alone. Melbourne was another stop on tour with Nitro Circus, just another city, another crowd. You were 10,000 miles away from your family and friends, the people who had stood trackside in the pouring rain just to see you land your first flip. You were 8,000 miles away from Lando, the one person who could make the noise fade with just a look, the only one who knew how to hold you when the world got too loud.

Your relationship had only been going on for about a year, you both had made a decision not to go public, with all his crazy fan girls and the media, it would have just torn you two apart. Seeing all the comments on the new quadrant post made your brain go into overtime with thoughts filling your head 

Was Lando really worth the pain? Do I say anything? 

Just as your head was filling with more thoughts, you heard your phone buzz from where you had just dropped it 

Lando 🧡 Love, I know you are seeing the comments 

Lando 🧡  I wish more than anything i could be there right now just to pull the phone out of your hands and remind you who the fuck you are

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You turned your head to the side to read the clock that was beside your hotel bed, and when it read 1 am, you let out a sigh and opened up your F1 app so you could watch the Saudi Arabian race. For the first time that night, you smiled, watching Lando go from p10 to p4. You watched the podium celebration before putting your phone on charge and going to sleep, dreading what you were going to face tomorrow

That morning when you woke up your phone was just flooded with notification and it overwhelmed you, so you messaged your trainer and some of the staff letting them know you were turning off your phone, once the messages were sent you turned off your phone with a heavy sigh and got your head in the game.

You just had to get through practice tonight and the show tomorrow, and just a few more stops of the Australian leg of the tour. Then you can fly back home and be with your family and support system. The ones who didn’t question your worth or weigh your success against who you were dating.

What you didn't know was that Lando was currently on a plane to you. Rushing through the media of the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. To then fly to Melbourne to hold you. (I know the timeline doesn't make sense, but this is fiction, not real life so just go with it)

Lando had messaged the team asking if they could help surprise you. Lando had given them a rundown of the situation and the plan of action. Luck was on Landos' side tonight, his plane landed an hour before practice was scheduled to finish, which meant he had enough time to quickly get your hotel room card from your trainer, have a shower, get some food for both of you and get some other essentials.

Lando sat on the edge of the hotel bed, waiting for you. Your trainer had sent Lando a message saying you were on your way up to the hotel room. Lando was mentally freaking out he wanted everything to be perfect, he could hear your voice from outside the door and so he stood up holding the flowers he got on his way to the hotel and stood there waiting for you to enter the room

You let out a slow breath, shoulders heavy with exhaustion, your mind already shutting down from the day. The door clicked open, and you pushed it gently, stepping inside. That's when you froze, your mouth wide open from shock, Lando is here like right in front of me, you thought, still not being able to let any words out

His voice was soft. "Hey, love." Before your mind could process what was happening, your body made its way to Lando. He held you with so much love. "I’ve got you," he whispered after a moment, lips brushing the top of your head. "I’m right here. Let it out, love."

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@.Landonorris 8,000 miles. 18-hour flight. I would do it 100 times over again just for you...when you love someone as much as I love y/n, you’ll do whatever it takes to show up. I didn't travel across the Indian Ocean just to stay quiet 🧡

We have only been dating for a year, and y/n has been doing Nitro Circus for 4 years. Y/n is not here because of me she’s here because she’s damn good at what she does and I'm happy to be her wag and show the world how amazing she is.

So, to whoever this may concern kindly fuck off with your hate comments!

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@.maxfewtrell Damn y/n you really are lucky Lando wouldn't do that for me 🥲

@.user Lando is really the definition of "if he wanted to he would"

→@.Landonorris damn right I am

@.danielricciardo mate said 🏎️🏁✈️🏃‍♂️‍➡️🫂💥

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@.Quadrant Say it louder for the haters in the back 🧡

@.McLaren Well said, Lando. We stand with Y/N always.

Lando sat in the stands, with a Nitro hoodie, black jeans, with his white Air Forces on, he had a special surprise just for you, he’d been holding onto since landing in Melbourne. He just needed the perfect moment. Before the show, the team had asked if it was alright to feature him in the crowd during your performance you replied with "yeah sure fuck it"

You had your helmet, full gear on, and adrenaline pulsing through your veins, just waiting for the signal from the staff to announce you and the rest of the dirt bike crew. Once you got the signal, you rode out of the tunnel, riding up the ramp. In one fluid motion, you launched into the air, legs stretched behind you in a perfect Superman pose, landing clean like it was second nature.

The crowd was in chaos with all the cheering. You looked up at the jumbotron to see your boyfriend Lando with his hoodie lifted up to show off the t-shirt he was wearing,

Which was a black t-shirt with "Y/ns' #1 WAG" printed on with white writing, you stopped for a moment, your cheeks going red under your helmet, and soon you let out a little laugh.

Once the show was done, you made your way to the fan zone, quickly signing as much as you could before making your way to where Lando had been standing. Lando picked you up effortlessly, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and wasted no time in pulling him into a kiss

"You were amazing out there," Lando murmured, his voice full of admiration, his arms tight around you. You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, your lips curling into a soft smile. "Thank you for showing up", You spoke with tears welling up in your eyes

"Like I said in my Instagram post, I would do it 100 times over again just for you", Lando said with nothing but love in his eyes placing another kiss to your lips. This was where you belonged, right here, in his arms

@.Y/n.L/n posted on her story

🎵Lover by Taylor Swift

please reblog and like 🫶

I think this is my favorite fic I've written so far...also, if you would like a pt2 or for me to turn this into an au in the future, please lmk in the comments or my inbox

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liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell

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holy shit mesmerizer-rune

now i can imagine Noelle going "Someone please save me from this hell" like one of teto's lines actually go

CAN BE SAVED?!

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characters have to be a little bit awful in ways that you cant defend. its good for the ecosystem. your honor he did do that. He did in fact do that

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lets scream with mama

TERFS STOP INTERACTING WITH THIS POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DONT LIKE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF YOU DONT RESPECT TRANS WOMEN GET OFF MY BLOG!!!!!! PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!

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Ark siblings in all universes 🪐

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glorious evolution

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I love you Safety Wizard.

(Inspired by @keroascrazy)