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astonmartinii · 14 hours ago

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doing business with family | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem hadjar reader

brother and boyfriend in the same sport? nothing has ever gone wrong when doing business with family... right?

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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yourusername: max will officially become my second favourite f1 driver this weekend

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user1: watched isack’s f2 radio highlights in preparation for this weekend … yeah they’re defo siblings

user2: i know they’re parents had a HANDFULL with them growing up

user3: lmao just ask george in abu dhabi or lando in austria, y/n knows how to make her point KNOWN

isackhadjar: omg i beat max in something!

yourusername: come on bro have some faith in yourself - you can defo beat max in singapore at least

maxverstappen1: rude?

yourusername: you know i hate singapore in solidarity babe?

isackhadjar: and that’s crazy because she loves the glitter helmets

yourusername: i really do

user4: get you a couple that measures their love by glitter helmets?

user5: y/n is so real for that though, i’d fuck seb’s glitter helmets

yourusername: right well i don’t love them quite THAT much

charles_leclerc: slides £5 across the table isack please take max out, he won’t hate you

isackhadjar: no?

landonorris: WHY NOT

isackhadjar: i want to keep my job and actually score some points

yourusername: you people done harassing my brother?

maxverstappen1: do we have a problem?

isackhadjar: they’re being mean, they’re trying to PEER PRESSURE ME

charles_leclerc: i don’t think i was peer pressuring you

charles_leclerc: it’s bribery, god get it right

maxverstappen1: i think you should watch it

yourusername: say something like that to him again frenchie and your ass is grass

user6: omg romance ❤️‍🔥

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redbullracing: red bull vs rb on pop culture trivia… max and isack were unstoppable - we might have to split them up next time

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user7: now i wonder where max and isack got their real housewives knowledge from …

user8: this has y/n hadjar written all over it

user9: if i remember rightly y/n was asked by some interviewer in the paddock who she’d like to see as a paddock guest and she said LISA RINNA?

user10: i knew i stanned the right queen

isackhadjar: not our fault that liam and yuki aren’t caught up with all the fresh news

maxverstappen1: we’re bonded cats i don’t think they have the power to separate us

redbullracing: it’s a trivia game…

maxverstappen1: THAT’S MY BABY BROTHER

redbullracing: YOU GUYS AREN’T EVEN MARRIED YET?

yourusername: looks like admin just lost their invite to the wedding…

redbullracing: yOU AREN’T ENGAGED?

yourusername: i guess you’ll never know

user11: no way they just teased their engagement in an argument over media duties?

user12: you’re shocked? this is quintessential them

user13: and they’re adding in their little rabid mini-them? i fear f1 is actually not ready

liamlawson30: so when do we get to do cars trivia? or is it all set up for them to win?

yourusername: just say you’re uncultured…

maxverstappen1: get a new personality trait bro

liamlawson30: omg why are you guys on my neck so hard?

maxverstappen1: funny

liamlawson30: this is so not fair why didn’t you guys defend me like this last season?

yourusername: that’s my flesh and blood dude

isackhadjar: duh!

maxverstappen1: i am so in love with y/n i just do what she says, do let it be known that if isack was not related to y/n he would be just another stray cat to me

isackhadjar: sure i’ll take it!

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: we had the chance to extend our championship lead but with two optimists behind you anything can happen…

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user21: LMAO THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THIS AND THE LAST POST

user22: isack probably teared up in the stewards room and max crumbled

user23: i mean on his radio as soon as GP said it was isack max was immediately like ‘is he okay?’

isackhadjar: sorry max!

maxverstappen1: no worries buddy, you can pay me back with room service

isackhadjar: so our move marathon is still on?

maxverstappen1: don’t be dumb - obviously!

maxverstappen1: i need my second in command to help defend my snacks from y/n

yourusername: you guys aren’t supposed to have those snacks i’m doing you a favour !!!

isackhadjar: sureeeee

yourusername: i can call your trainers up if you want?

maxverstappen1: NO WE’RE OKAY

user24: esteban ocon is not okay seeing this tomfoolery

user25: yeah yeah yeah it’s all fun and games but that’s legit his baby brother of course he wasn’t going to cuss him out

user26: exactly! he’s been with y/n for like four years? of course he was concerned about isack’s safety than his race

landonorris: i’m not surprised, just disappointed

maxverstappen1: why?

landonorris: I’M YOUR BEST FRIEND AND YOU STILL AIRED ME OUT ONLINE?

maxverstappen1: first of all y/n is my best friend

maxverstappen1: second of all isack is my baby brother

maxverstappen1: third of all you’re annoying

yourusername: heavy on number three

landonorris: i GIVE UP WITH YOU PEOPLE

user27: i love watching max and y/n making people crash out in instagram comments

user28: couples that terrorise together, stay together

georgerussell63: interesting ….

yourusername: you wanna say something

georgerussell63: suddenly not anymore

maxverstappen1: LMAO

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yourusername: bond a little bit stronger than a lil crash in a formula one race

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user29: if they don’t get married and live happily ever after i might just sue them

user30: so real

user31: they’re my parents and i can’t go up to four christmasses

redbullracing: that was millions in damage

yourusername: you gonna invoice me for it?

redbullracing: no?

yourusername: then get the fuck out of my comments this is a wholesome post

user32: why is pepe here?

pepemarti: i am just as much part of the hadjar family as max

maxverstappen1: well that’s just factually incorrect

pepemarti: nuh uh

maxverstappen1: ??? i’m marrying in? what are you doing?

pepemarti: i’m mama hadjar and y/n’s favourite so divine intervention

maxverstappen1: @yourusername please dispell this nonsense

yourusername: look at his lil face …

pepemarti: :p

isackhadjar: i’ll be clear i am not marrying pepe

pepemarti: that’s not what you told me the other day :(

user33: can someone make a chart this is all a bit confusing now

user34: i don’t think anything is helping with this chaos

maxverstappen1: i love you forever and ever, even if your brother puts me in the wall <3

yourusername: awww i love you too bubs

maxverstappen1: but i am your favourite though?

yourusername: don’t tell them but yes!

isackhadjar: these are public comments?

pepemarti: i’m legally blind now

fin.

note: a quicky i wrote during the super bowl lol - hope you enjoy xx

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #f1 social media au #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fanfic

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makiwife · 11 months ago

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F the big 3 CL16!

Driver’s Soft Launch Series

Charles Leclerc x Redbull Driver! Verstappen!Reader

Author’s notes: hihi!! back from my year long slump😭 all pics are from Pinterest. It’s a long one so hope you enjoy!! it gets vv messy😈.

Warnings: cursing, sexual themes.

next part

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Y/nverstappen with love xoxo

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maxverstappen1: Where is your shirt in the first pic🤨🤨

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↳ Y/nverstappen: fym… it’s right there😅

francisca.cgomes: YOURE SO BEAUTIFUL BABY🥰

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Lilymhe: bae is looking so FINEE

↳ Y/nverstappen: my wife I love you🥹

F1xY/n: HOW IS SHE SO PRETTY IM JEALOUS

Ferraricharles4: SHE REALLY CAME SHIRTLESS IN THE FIRST PIC

Landonorris: bro is posing before a GP😭

↳ Y/nverstappen: bro hasn’t given anyone vip paddock passes since he got broken up with😭

↳ danielriccardo: LMAOO🤣🤣

redbullY/nfan: SHE GAGGED HIM

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Y/nverstappen

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Y/nverstappen date before race ❤️‍🔥

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Redbullluv: DATE NIGHT W WHOM?!???

McLarengirl11: UM HELLO WHO IS THAT MAN?

Lilymhe: STUNNING☺️☺️

↳ Y/nverstappen: I love you lil🥰

danielriccardo: the people want to know who you’re soft launching

↳ maxverstappen1: what the fuck is soft launching🤨

↳ Y/nverstappen: 🤫🤫

Y/nloveerr: SHES TEASING US OH MY GOF

gerihalliwellhorner: very beautiful Y/n💕

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pierregasly: I wonder who it is😁😁

↳ carlossainz55: hmm I also wonder😏

↳ Carlosleclerc6: bro knows who it is😭🧌

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During qualifying day interviews:

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Y/nverstappen

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Y/nverstappen fuck the big 3, it's just big ME.

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maxverstappen1: congrats baby sis!! P1 looks good on you

↳ Y/nverstappen: thank you maxie🙏 i love you.

y/nf1fan: THE CAPTION??? WHY DID SHE GAG OCON SO HARD

Redbullgirly3: THE VERSTAPPEN SIBLINGS HAVING BEEF WITH OCON IS SO FUNNY TO ME

lewishamilton: congratulations Y/n!! very proud of you.

↳ Y/nverstappen: THANK YOU LEW🥹 you're so sweet

charles_leclerc: P1 BABYY

↳ Y/nvestappen: my haters got me to where I am☺️

redbullracing: simply simply lovey!! amazing results y/n🙌 keep up the wonderful work. (nice caption)

landonorris: that caption is so messy, i love it

↳ alexalbon: SO VEERY MESSI

↳ Y/nvestappen: “I don’t really have a lot to comment on that, except that he was being a pussy”

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↳danielriccardo: bro wanted all the smoke

Lilymhe: PERFECT WAY TO END A GP FOR SOMEONE AS PERFECT AS YOU ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

↳ Y/nverstappen: lily do you want head or sum 😛

↳ alexalbon: google, how to dislike a comment??🤨better yet, how to report someone??😃

georgerussell: CONGRATS!! AMAZING RACE FROM YOU!!

josief1: THE WAY SHE QUOTED MAX WHEN HE DISSED OCON IN AN INTERVIEW 🤣 MOTHER IS MOTHERING FR

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Y/nverstappen posted on their story

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alexandrasaintmleux replied to your story: princess treatment only for the best 💕

Y/nverstappen: I literally love you alex baby🥹🥹

landonorris replied to your story: this is so booktok of charles

Y/nverstappen: LMAOO SO TRUEE

charles_leclerc replied to your story: you deserve everything and more. I'm so very proud mon amour ❤️.

Y/nverstappen: cha baby I’m actually so in love with you❤️❤️

A/n: Guys i literally had so much fun writing this!! I def want to make a pt2 because there wasn't really any soft launching/ flirting happening. I lowk wanted to show you guys a little bit of her personality, but I also wanted to ease into the romance yk. sorry for the yap sesh but I hope you enjoyed!!

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gpcwsl · 12 days ago

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May i request lessi x r x Leah & i feel like this is fitting for the times!! Lessi and Leah are truly the star girls on both a national and club level. Fans are obsessed with the two already being together but add r that isn’t a footballer ?? Oh boy

fans try sneaking into r’s section all the time to bother her but r is so secure in her relationship she purposely will show her hickies or smirk while being extra flirty with girls that envy her watching ;) she’ll make tik toks thirst traps with her girls or sit on their laps while smirking (giving Olga vibes)

Leah and lessi are obsessed with their cheeky girl & their egos boost when r constantly claims what’s hers & the girls match it ;) maybe even getting invited to do a media day surprising her girls with an award or showing a bts of the two being the softest gfs not only to each other but the moment they see r anyone would feel hella lonely

Think of princess brat house of balloons by the weeknd vibes 🤭❤️‍🔥

Ur amazing btwww

(I dunno why there’s no photos.)

Warnings: short, hickey?

Alessia Russo x Leah Williamson x Reader

- Cheeky Girl -

MasterList

Leah Williamson and Alessia Russo had always been the talk of the football world. As two of England’s brightest stars, their on-field chemistry was unmatched, and their off-field friendship was just as captivating. But what fans couldn’t get enough of was the whirlwind romance the two had found themselves in—not with each other, as rumors once suggested, but with you, the bold, confident, and endlessly cheeky woman who had stolen both their hearts.

The world had been stunned when Leah and Lessi introduced you to the public. At first, some fans had scoffed, “She’s not even a footballer.” But as the months passed, your effortless charisma, razor-sharp wit, and undeniable connection to the star duo made you a fan favorite. Well, mostly. Some fans were still jealous and couldn’t seem to resist trying to sneak into your section at games, hoping to get a reaction out of you.

You, however, were unshakable.

Sitting in the VIP section for an Arsenal game, you noticed a few fans lurking nearby, their eyes full of envy as they whispered to each other, stealing glances at you. Instead of feeling irritated, you leaned back, smirking, and casually tugged your shirt collar down just enough to reveal the faint purple mark on your neck—a clear “I’m taken” statement. You could practically hear their gasps from your seat.

As the game progressed, you made it a point to cheer wildly whenever Leah or Lessi did something amazing on the pitch. At halftime, the camera panned to you, and you didn’t miss a beat. You blew a kiss to the screen, mouthing “good luck, baby” while holding up Leah’s jersey. Social media exploded.

After the game, the three of you reunited in the tunnel. Leah walked over first, her captain’s armband still snug on her bicep, grinning. “Did you have fun showing off, cheeky girl?”

“Always,” you teased, slipping an arm around her waist. Lessi joined seconds later, slinging her arm around your shoulders.

“You drive them wild,” Alessia laughed, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.

“Well, I can’t have anyone forgetting who you two belong to,” you replied, winking at them both. Leah shook her head fondly while Lessi leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple.

The next day, the three of you made headlines again—not for anything on the pitch, but because of a TikTok you posted. You had filmed yourself perched on Alessia’s lap, your arms loosely around her neck as Leah sat beside you, throwing the camera amused glances. You ended the clip by smirking directly into the lens and mouthing, “They’re mine.” Fans went wild, some calling you a menace, others begging for your confidence, and the rest simply acknowledging that Leah and Lessi were the luckiest women alive.

Leah’s response to the TikTok only added fuel to the fire. She reposted it on her Instagram story, adding the caption: “Can’t argue with facts.” Alessia followed suit, writing, “We’re obsessed.”

But as much as the three of you loved teasing the world, there were moments when things softened. One of those came during a surprise media day you orchestrated. Leah and Alessia thought they were there for an ordinary interview, but you had worked behind the scenes to organize an award for their contributions to both club and country.

As the interviewer handed over the plaques, you stepped out from behind the curtain, grinning ear to ear. “Surprise!” you exclaimed, holding up a bouquet of flowers for each of them.

Leah blinked, her jaw dropping. Alessia gasped, pulling you into a hug before looking at her award. “You planned this?”

“Of course I did,” you said, leaning up to kiss her cheek. “You two deserve it.”

The cameras captured every second of it—the way Leah wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close, her usually calm and stoic demeanor melting into soft smiles; the way Alessia couldn’t stop grinning, her eyes bright as she kept one hand on your waist. For all your cheekiness and confidence, in moments like this, you were their soft, thoughtful partner, and they loved you for it.

The video quickly went viral, with fans commenting on how loved-up the three of you were. “No one could ever compete with R,” one fan wrote. “I feel so single,” another commented.

That evening, as you lay curled up between Leah and Alessia on the couch, you scrolled through the comments, laughing.

“People are so dramatic,” you said, showing Alessia a comment that read, “R is giving me Olga Carmona levels of ‘don’t mess with me.’”

“She’s not wrong,” Leah said, tightening her arm around your shoulders.

“They should be jealous,” Alessia added, nuzzling her face into your neck. “You’re ours, and we’re yours.”

“And don’t you forget it,” you replied, smirking.

Leah laughed, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Never.”

And as the three of you drifted into quiet conversation, it was clear to anyone watching that your love was the real victory—not just for the three of you but for anyone lucky enough to witness it.

#arsenal women #woso community #arsenal #woso fanfics #leah williamson #alessia russo #leah williamson x reader #alessia russo x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso soccer #woso #wlw community #throuple

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monzamash · 3 months ago

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★ clearance — lando norris —send me a driver + concept and i'll pick a song or two to set the vibe

requested by v 💖 aka @spikershoyo (check out her brilliant lando fic)

smile you're on camera — the playlist lando norris x you

lando is definitely a guy who has a sex playlist. now, it's not just any playlist and it didn't exist before you. this is a intricately curated set of songs that make him think of you, undressed and teasing him endlessly until he can't take anymore. it's made up of the songs that make his heart flutter when he hears them, thinking about how sweet you would look dancing along to them in your living room, effortlessly gorgeous and goofy in equal measure.

there are also a couple songs reserved for those special nights where his old-school video camera comes out of the bedside draw and the clothes come off, a section of the playlist that he hits play on right before he completely succumbs to your seduction — songs to fuck to. it wouldn't be called that, obviously. maybe it's an emoji, probably the eggplant because he's silly like that or it's your initials with a flaming heart beside it. whatever it is, it's reserved for only you and if he's lucky, it'll be saved in his spotify library forever.

— link to playlist here ❤️‍🔥

ocean alley — knees nothing by thieves — miracle, baby chase atlantic — right here post malone ft. kehlani — feel zayn — dreamin the weeknd — lost in the fire charlie puth — light switch steelix — lay it down doja cat — rules miguel — sure thing

a/n — i love any excuse to talk about smile you're on camera and your request for spicy home video with lando vibes was begging for me to release a playlist of songs that inspired that fic. i also feel like they're all sexy lando-coded songs, ones that he would definitely want his home video to be soundtracked by.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #f1 imagine #end of (f1) season sale!!#monzamashmusings ✨#monzamashwriting #smile you're on camera fic

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spotsandsocks · 2 months ago

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A Place for You, Next to Me Chapt 1 and 2

Buck finds out that Eddie doesn’t really ‘do’ birthdays so what’s a best friend supposed to do, obviously he can’t let Eddie think he doesn't care. So he makes a plan to celebrate and it’s a good plan, it really is and is it really his fault if one little thing goes wrong with their booking.

It’s certainly not his fault that Eddie’s reaction to the unexpected problem would turn a pleasant weekend away into an agony of temptation.

A tale of pining and love and only one bed.

Fans of only one bed shenanigans - this one’s for you.🥹🌈🛏️🎂🛏️🥃🥃🥃🛏️🤯😍🌈❤️‍🔥 Chapt 1&2 today 3&4 tomorrow 💕

Now I was half way though writing this when @bobbysfirehose posted this stunning piece of art that blew my mind away (all their art is magnificent btw so go check out and shower with love) and with permission I tried to describe the pose towards at the end of the fic because it was just perfect for the situation, so you have a nice visual to go along with the words.

Eddie hadn’t expected any reaction at all, least of all the one he’s getting. Standing in his kitchen he watches Buck process the information he just casually mentioned as part of thier conversation about Chris’ next birthday.

“Are you serious?”

His best friend is standing there with his mouth hanging open, eyes wide, a puzzled frown on his brow, it’s adorable and amusing and God he loves this man so much. Eddie however is wise enough to look away and keep the sentiment out of his voice.

“Yes I’m serious, Buck. I’ve never done anything special to celebrate any of my birthdays.”

If anything that simple statement makes matters worse, Buck's mouth opens and shuts. He looks like a goldfish, apparently he’s managed to render him speechless and that’s quite an impressive feat.

Eddie takes another sip of beer to hide his smile as Buck flounders. The other man is looking horrified, “Your 15th? That’s special right?”

He shrugs. “Dad was away. We did some stuff at church, nothing big. I got a cake.”

“What about 18? Or or your 21st?”

He throws Buck a raised eyebrow, “Think about that for a second.”

A pained look crosses his friend’s face “Oh.” Then his nose crinkles “ Oh.. I don’t think I want to.”

Buck sounds upset. Eddie can just imagine what he’s thinking, how he’s comparing the life that he himself had between 16 and 21 with the one Eddie had. The tragic sympathy emanating out of sad pools of blue is a bit much though, it really wasn’t that bad. Yeah, he didn’t get a lot of time to be young but that’s ok he got other stuff instead. He ended up with the best kid in the world so he can’t really complain about missing birthday celebrations.

“You don’t have to feel sorry for me, so my life’s been a bit different than yours, but that’s ok . Still got cake, even got a balloon once.”

His joke falls flat, Buck looks devastated .

“Honestly, all completely normal, I promise, don’t freak out on me.”

He moves around him heading back to the couch and if he touches his arm on the way past, well it’s a tight space to squeeze through. Buck’s own fault really, for filling so much of it. His friend's voice follows him out of the kitchen.

“But nothing since you got old?”

Eddie turns just so Buck can appreciate the eye roll, “I'm not exactly old Buck, I’m the same age as you.”

“Are we sure about that?”

Abruptly Buck’s mood shifts and he’s teasing, humour replacing the tragic look that had been there only seconds ago.

“You do kinda look older than me. Pretty sure I spotted some gray hairs on you the other day.”

Eddie glares and throws a handy cushion without aiming. Buck catches it easily and grins, before taking another swig of beer. Eddie tries not to watch his lips or his throat too closely.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fic #911 abc #complete #but coming in two parts #today and tomorrow #911 fanfic #911 fanfiction #buddie fanfic #one bed trope #911 fic #911fic #love pinning idiots #the usual

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livealittleoc-cb · 6 months ago

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TW/CW: Suggestive Language

“Say my name a little louder darling.~”

I like the way your mouth moves…

…The way you say my name

'Cause when it's on your tongue…

…You're in love, what a shame

I wanna see your mouth move…

…You're such a pretty face

Take the air right out your lungs…

…Be a drug, play a game

When you say my name…

🫐: Balancing a human life and god life is…difficult-. I had to leave Lucifer in full charge while I was at the company looking over new belt and necklace designs. I’m getting fed up with my assistant, I feel like exploding-. I would kill to just get undressed, take a shower, get a drink and smoke and just…relax. Maybe with a special pretty person next to me.~

Care to join me darling?~

⭐️: It’s been a minute since I posted this man…or did a tease post- It’s not super explicit or anything but I tried 🤧

🩵🩵: @/monsterhigh-cb [🐟🤍💍 && ⚡💙 && 👻💜 && 🐺💕 && 🎤💖 && 👑💛] @/evicted-oc [☕️🤎 && 🐼🖤 && 🔦💛 && 🧊🩵 && 💄🖤 && 🏴‍☠️🤍] @theinvitation-bot [🐭🩶💒] @welcome-to-maniac [🐇🖤 💍 && 🌻❤️ && 🌕❤️‍🔥 && 🐿️❣️ && 🐉🩶] @fantasyaespa [🐈 💚💍 && ☀️🩵💍] @k-venturetime [🍓❣️] @multi-joong [🌧️🧡💍 && 🎨💚 && ☠️🖤] @kardpackcb [🌙💝 && 🐺❤️‍🔥] @obsession-cb [🍰🖤💍 && 🍪🖤 && 🧁🖤] @byulhoundx [💃❤️‍🔥], @lunaaofthemoon [🌖💜]

possible new residents: @faywithlove @badbf-cb @folklore-cb @domxbot @welcometosector1 @reve-rv @multi-esme @the-hellhounds @oppositesattraxt @domrachaa @coffeexdreamcb @silcntxnight @moonlightchn @blogger-yura @thesugaredalchemists @doom-bc @redlight-cb @inferno-cb @darkloversxcb @shin-haneul @crimson-l @clubwnderland @reapermingi @dragonrider-cb @aotckimkai @mafia-parkseonghwa @wxlfchris @incubus-johnny @ursweetest-love @azrael-oc @songsoftheocean-oc @dream-cb @demigods-ateez @raiden-oc @secretscb [DM + / -]

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austinbutlerslovers · 3 months ago

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Another Load

Label Mature 18+

Summary Seeing Hank doing a domesticated task of washing the laundry makes you eagerly give him a reward, but unable to keep his hands to himself as promised, he gives you two more loads instead. ❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Edging•dirty talk• BJ• cum eating •Rough P in V• pinning •clit play•orgasms•creampie 🔗Master List

Inspo that top right pic w his hands up 🤤 dedicated to @aust-een @umika @austinbutlerfly @feralgodmothers

-Tysm the way I delayed posting it bc it’s so 🦋

Another Load

Hank pushes the apartment door open, the burgundy laundry bag slung over one broad shoulder. The fabric is stretched to capacity, filled with neatly folded clothing, and he sets it down by the door with a quiet grunt.

He’s wearing his long-sleeved orange shirt, rolled up just past his forearms, revealing the veins on his hands as they flex against the strain of the load. His cargo pants are low on his hips, pockets weighed down as if he’s carried half the world in them.

You glance up from the couch, where you’ve been pretending not to wait for him, and can’t help but smile. He’s out of breath from hauling the bag from the laundromat, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. There’s something about him in this moment—his ruggedness on full display, entirely and unmistakably Hank.

The simple task of doing laundry only amplifies his appeal, the sight of him, momentarily tamed by something so domestic, makes him look even hotter.

“You actually folded it all?” you ask, rising from your spot, a surprised tone in your voice.

He smirks, shrugging one shoulder. “Didn’t want to get yelled at for stuffing it in the bag like last time.”

His tone is light, but the way his eyes hold yours is anything but. There’s a warmth in his gaze, something deeper that lingers, and it pulls you in like it always does.

Kneeling by the bag, you loosen the drawstring and pull out a sweater you’d been worried about. Relief washes over you as you realize the fabric didn’t shrink and it’s perfectly intact. “You didn’t put this in the dryer?” you ask glancing up at him.

“I listen,” he replies simply leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest. There’s an ease to his posture, but his gaze is sharp, lingering on you in a way that feels anything but casual.

You rise, placing the sweater on the bag as you approach him. “Maybe you deserve a reward,” you say, your voice soft but laced with playful intent.

His brow arches, a smirk tugging at his lips. “A reward? For doing laundry?”

“For doing it right,” you compliment stepping closer. Your fingers brushing the hem of his shirt, making his breath hitch just slightly. “But there’s a catch.”

“Of course there is,” he mutters, with a teasing grin.

You smile, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “If you can keep your hands to yourself, I’ll make it worth your while.” You say letting your fingers trace a slow line down his chest. “Think you can manage that Hank?” you ask, your tone teasing.

His eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of amusement dancing in their depths. “Maybe,” he replies, as he lifts his arms, his waistline peeking out from beneath his shirt. The faintest glimpse of his toned waist draws your attention as he interlocks his fingers behind his head.

Hank has never been able to keep his hands to himself when you’re intimate, and the way his gaze darkens as you move closer tells you this time will be no different.

With a grin you take in the sight of him, arms raised above his head, fingers gripping the back of his neck.

You reach up and gently adjust his arms, ensuring his hands stay firmly clasped behind his neck.

You let your fingers trail over his forearms, tracing the veins that stand out under his skin, then over his firm biceps testing his resolve

“Stay just like this…” you whisper, your finger tips trailing down his orange shirt to the waist band of his cargos.

His chest rises and falls with anticipation, his sandy blonde hair falling forward as he looks down at you, framing his face just right.

Lowering yourself to your knees, you trail your hands down his thighs, fingers grazing over the fabric of his cargos, barely concealing his hard cock.

He pushes his hips forward as he smirks and you tsk at him already breaking the rule you set.

“What did I say about moving?” You ask and he grins barely containing himself as he answers “You told me to stay just like this” emphasizing the last word with a cocky tilt of his hips toward your face.

“Hank be good” you warn, looking up at him with a grin “Or you won’t get to enjoy your reward,” you add, running your finger down the length of his cock through the fabric of his cargos.

He flinches, but keeps his fingers interlaced, his jaw tightening as he fights the urge to move. “You’re so cruel,” he says with a grin, though there’s no real complaint in his tone.

You can feel the tension in his heavy cock as you begin to edge him, your palm pressing and rubbing his shaft slowly without giving him more. He’s straining almost painfully, his cock hard like a brick as he watches your every move, with dark hungry eyes.

“You’re doing so well, Hank,” you praise, your fingers rubbing the tip with deliberate slowness. “I didn’t think you could last this long.” you admit, your voice soft and teasing.

He lets out a shaky breath as you reach up to his waist, finally lowering his zipper.

You slide his cargos and boxers down together, the fabric gliding over his hips as his heavy cock sways free. His powerful thighs flex as he shifts his weight, stepping out of the clothing at his feet, leaving his lower half completely exposed before you.

Your eyes take in the sheer size of his cock as he steadies himself. His shaft is thick and long, flushed a deep shade of pink, as the veins pulse leading to the perfectly rounded tip.

His breath catches as you hover your lips above his cock, and instead of giving him what he wants, you wrap your hand around the shaft instead, slowly pulling your fist in firm teasing strokes enjoying the way his hips slightly jerk in response.

You lower your head and flick your tongue lightly against his tip, the delicate touch drawing a sharp intake of breath from him as you continue to edge him even more.

The way he groans, his head tipping back as he fights to keep his hands clasped behind his head is deeply satisfying, and you can’t help but smile as you savor the effect you have on him.

“Impatient already?” you ask, your voice soft and teasing, watching his eyes darken as he stares down at you, barely able to retrain himself.

“You —want me to lose control, don’t you?” he pants his tone thick with need.

You grin as your thumb swipes the forming bead of precum at the slit, smearing it in a slow circle that bring him right to the edge.

A deep, guttural groan escapes him, as he struggles, his breaths quick and uneven betraying just how tightly he’s holding back.

“Don’t worry, baby,” you whisper, your tone dangerously taunting. “I’ll give you everything you want ….when I’m ready.”

You give him a daring look as you let your tongue flick over the tip again, savoring the salty taste as he groans. His hips jerk as he fights to keep control, every muscle in his body wound tight.

Then, with agonizing slowness, you finally let him slide into your mouth, inch by inch. The low, guttural sound he makes is one of pure surrender and as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, his breath hitches sharply as he fights every instinct not to thrust.

But then, in an instant, all his control shatters.

His hands drop from behind his neck immediately tangling in your hair as he forces your eager mouth back and forth on his cock.

“You teased me too long, baby,” he rasps, his voice low and rough. “You wanted to play, didn’t you? Now you’re gonna take it—just like this.”

He tightens his grip in your hair as he thrusts in your mouth, the sudden force making you moan on his cock, the sound vibrating against his length, drawing a deep, shuddering groan from his lips.

“Don’t stop. Take all of it—show me you can handle what you’ve been teasing me with,” he instructs, his breathing growing heavier, his voice rough and commanding.

You whimper around him, the sound vibrating against his cock as you revel in the fact that he’s like this because of you. The wet, lewd squishing sounds fill the room with every thrust as your lips glide on his length, your saliva making each stroke slick and effortless as he gazes down at you.

“Taking this cock so good. You know how much I love that mouth, don’t you?” He praises his voice rough and breathless.

You moan from his words your tongue flicking along his shaft as your cheeks hollow making it impossible for him to hold back.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he grunts, his words spilling out between ragged breaths. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last. You feel too good, baby.”

The tension in his body builds as hips stutter, his head tilting back for a moment before his eyes return to you, dark and wild. “Don’t stop,” he groans, his voice breaking as he watches you “Take everything I give you.”

He comes hard in the back of your throat, his release hot and thick holding your head against him making you take every drop.

You moan reveling in the way he loses himself, sloppily thrusting into your mouth until he shudders and pulls out.

But he’s still hard, holding the base of his cock as he tosses throw pillows off the couch.

He pushes you back to lay down on it as he pulls his long-sleeve orange shirt up and over his head with one hand, tossing it aside carelessly.

The muscles of his chest and abs are on full display now, his skin flushed from exertion. His eyes rake over your body as you settle beneath him, his lips curling into a devilish grin.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says, his voice a low, gravelly promise as he effortlessly tugs your panties off, tossing them aside.

He kneels between your legs, gripping himself at the base as he slides the swollen head of his cock up and down your slick entrance separating your inner lips just enough to feel the size of him.

“I’ve got one more for you,” he says, slowly inserting the head of his cock into you, stretching your outer lips and pushing into you inch by inch, until he’s as deep as you can take.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he praises, his voice rough and strained as you moan softly, beneath him.

He waits a moment savoring the way your body clenches around him, then he slowly withdraws, letting you feel the drag of every inch leaving your body. He stops just at the tip, making you ache for more, before thrusting back inside, deep and firm, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips.

“Fuck,” he curses, his jaw tightening as he watches your body take his cock. “You love this, don’t you? The way I fill you up making you take every inch?”

“Y-yes” you moan your voice trembling with desperation and he pulls out even slower this time, the length of his shaft glistening as it’s revealed inch by inch. “Look at it,” he taunts, his gaze flicking between you and his cock. “You’re soaked, baby, dripping all over me. You want me to give it to you harder, don’t you?”

Before you can answer, he plunges back in, the sudden force drawing a cry from your lips as he picks up the pace. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist to slow him down, but he smirks and easily pushes them aside, pinning them down with his hands as he drives into you harder, deeper.

“Nice try baby,” he breathes, his voice ragged as the couch creaks beneath you with each thrust. “You’re not gonna take me slow—Not when I know you love it just like this—hard and fast. You want me to ruin you, don’t you? Say it. Let me hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you moan, your voice trembling as your nails dig into his shoulders. “I love it—Hank—Please, don’t stop!”

The words spill out in a desperate rush, your body arching beneath him as the ecstasy consumes you.

He watches you intensely, knowing you’re well beyond your limits as moans spill uncontrollably from your lips with every thrust.

“Such a good girl taking me like this “ he says with an eager tone his rhythm growing relentless, his hips slamming against your body jolting you with every powerful thrust. You begin to make soft, desperate cries beneath him, completely overwhelmed.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises, his voice strained with hunger. “Take it. Take every last inch. I’m not stopping until you can’t even think straight.”

He thrusts evenly, his cock head hitting your g-spot with perfect precision every time and his hand quickly slides between your legs. His thumb presses firmly against your clit, massaging it in time with his thrusts until the rhythm is maddening, every stroke driving you higher as the tension coils tighter inside you.

Then he pinches your clit between his fingers, sending a white-hot surge of pleasure shooting through you. Your body trembles, and his name spills from your lips in a breathless, desperate cry.

Your orgasm hits you hard, your body writhing beneath him as you come, your voice broken and trembling with bliss. He watches you, his eyes dark and fixed on your every move, his pace relentless as he rides you through the overwhelming ecstasy.

“F-fuck—just like that,” he groans, his voice rough and desperate, his thrusts growing sloppier as your walls flutter against him. “You feel so good, baby—so fucking perfect, squeezing me like this.” He praises.

His breaths quicken and his movements become erratic as he chases his own release.

“Gonna come baby,” he pants, his tone low and possessive. “Gonna give you every last drop. You want it, don’t you? Tell me you want it.”

“Y-yes,” you cry out, your voice trembling, and a guttural moan spills from his lips as his body tenses. You feel him push his deepest inside you, his cock pulsing as he loses himself completely.

“Take it all,” he groans, his voice rough and unrestrained. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he says as he comes and his hips press flush against you. His cock is throbbing with each powerful surge of release, his hands holding you firmly in place as he empties every last drop.

“You take me so fucking good,” he says softly his breaths spilling from exertion as he waits until the high the subsides.

You both remain in position on the couch as you catch your breaths, the room now warmer, filled with the scent of fresh detergent.

“Guess I’ll be doing the laundry more often,” he grins, his tone teasing as he affectionately strokes your jaw. “Didn’t think folding clothes could get me this kind of reward.” he admits.

You smile, your cheeks still flushed. “You should see what I’ll do if you iron for me” you say playfully.

He grins wickedly, his thumb brushing your neck as he murmurs, “Baby, I will press starch your clothing if it gets me this again.”

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somno-bunny · 9 months ago

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A little story I wrote relevant to your last post.

I take you to a warehouse. It looks abandoned but is surprisingly clean on the inside. There are monitors spread around and booth in the middle of the room with a hole in it. I lead you over to the booth and give you the drugs. You know better than to fight it now and take them. Your body starts to feel warm and your head light. I tell you to strip, and you do with no complaint. I make you lay down in the both on your back, with your bottom sticking out. I stap your legs into stirrups on eith side of the hole, leaving you spread-eagle. In the booth are two more monitors and a couple bottles of water, also drugged. You feel pleasantly warm and floaty by this time, except for your pussy. Your pussy is aching with need, you hole feels painfully empty. The monitors in the booth flick on. One showing the outside of the booth the other you inside the booth. You can hear moans and screams coming from the other monitors around the warehouse. They sound familiar. You realize it's your rape videos from when you were first broken. You can see men come in one or two at a time, a dozen in total. You're having a hard time focusing on what's going on anymore you just want to rub your cunt to fill it with something anything. But you can't reach it on the other side of the hole. Your pussy is leaking like a fosset by this time you can feel it dripping down you ass.

I step up and drop my pants and slam my cock into you. It slides in easy at this point. The monitor on the outside of the box shows your reaction, and we can all hear you moans of relief and pleasure. You can watch yourself as you're taken and used, see yourself writhing in pure bless as void inside you is finally filled. You watch me use you thrusting balls deep over and over until I finally grunt and pump my load deep inside you. I take a marker hanging from the box by a string and write cumdump on you just above your pussy with a little arrow pointing down.

Then the next guy steps up, he's even thicker than me, the steering should have been painful, but it feels amazing. Once he's done using you he writes rapeslut on your thing. One by one each of the 12 guys use you, some twice, as you lay there cumming on there cocks over and over. Each one writes on you: fucktoy, fleshlight, breeding whore, sperm bank. Until your bottom half is cover in derogatory and humiliating terms. Not that you care, the drugged water in the box keeps you happy, needy, and wanting more.

Once each one is done with you, they leave. Until it's just you and me again. You hole dripping with a mix of cum, theirs and yours. I unstrap you and let you out. Your too tired and worn out to walk, so I carry you back to the car. You start coming down on the drive home, feeling exhausted and sore. Once we get home I rub tiger balm on your poor abused pussy before giving you a bath. I was you off, the marker coming right off. Then I carry you to bed.

I lay you face down with pillows propping up your hips. I spread you open gently and start licking your pussy, now aching for a wholly different reason. I lick you slowly and gently soothing your soreness, your clit was all but untouched through your abuse so I tease it carefully. I work my tongue deep inside you lapping out the cum as I slowly bring you to orgasum. Unlit the hard violent orgasums you had earlier. This one washes over you, relaxing you. As you cum you push more cum into my mouth and I lap it up. I make you cum twice more, making sure to lick every inch of your pussy and getting as much of the cum out as I can before I finally wrath you in my arms holding you. I rock and pet you gently as you fall asleep.

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animehideout · 1 year ago

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Gojo NSFW alphabet? Pretty please.

GOJO SATORU NSFW ALPHABETS

A/n: Thank you anon for this request, I hope you like it 🥹❤️‍🔥.

Warnings 🔞⚠️: SMUT NSFW MDNI

Note : If your request isn't posted yet it's because I'm still working on them, thank you for your understanding and patience 🤍.

A= Aftercare ( How is he like after sex?)

After a rough session Gojo would treat you right. He'll spoil you. He'll get you whatever you want, snacks, water, chocolate, takeouts? Literally anything you crave. He's a giant so he will cuddle you, and you can't escape his arms.

B= Body part: ( His favorite part of your body?)

He loves every part of your body, but your thighs are his favorite. He likes to burry his head between them. He likes to pinch them, squeeze them and bite your inner thighs a lot. Your thighs both calm him and excite him depending on his mood.

C= Cum: (Where he would prefer to cum?)

Definitely your face! He finds it extremely hot and attractive. It would turn him on more and gets him hard again at the spot. Just the sight of you under him while your face drips with his cum makes him go crazy, especially if there's some on your lips and you lick it, damn he would definitely go for another session, a harder and more rough one.

D= Dirty talk:

He's so into dirty talk, like he won't shut up while you're both fucking the shit out of each other. He's very playful, so exepct a lot of teasing. He's a confident man but dirty talk boosts his confidence even more, and it makes him feel very dominant. He's rough so he would give commands and makes you do as he says.

“Oh you think you can handle me? Okay then but don't say I didn't warn you”

“Oh you're enjoying that? my little slut”

“Come on turn around now, face down”

“Feel me fucking pound it”

E= Experience: ( Is he experienced? )

He's a busy man, he works often so he doesn't have time to get into shallow relationships or even one night stands so I don't think he's very experienced, but he's rather naturally good at it. Maybe because he's confident in his body and abilities and he follows his flow so everything turns out to be perfect for him. So when he gets into a serious relationship he'll give you the best sex of your life.

F= Favorite Position:

Oh Gojo got many favorite positions and he's good at each one of them. No matter what position it is, he'll reach your G-spot and make you scream from pleasure. But if I had to mention some positions, I'd say Against the wall?! He likes it when your back hits the hard wall from how rough he's pushing his length inside you while your legs are wrapped around his torso. Also I would say missionary! He likes being on top of you while he looks at how flustered expressions and the fuck faces you make.

G= Goofy: ( Is he goofy during sex? )

Goofy like playful but definitely not vanilla. He's rough, but at the same time chill. Idk if you get it, but like he's rough in a teasing way and not the very serious way. The type that makes you both smirk.

H= Hygiene:

This man is very hygienic, he cares a lot about his appearance and cleanliness and down there as well. He makes sure he's well groomed / shaved. Also his body smells really nice, like you'd be sniffing him the whole time when he's on top of you. His scent is sweetly intoxicating. In return he prefers his partner to shave/ wax as well.

I= Intimacy:

He can be sweet if you want him to be. But most of the time he's rough. He's a man with a lot of responsibilities hanging on his shoulders, so he'd like some tough relief you know, to take everything out. And he does, when he fucks you hard. Would ask for consent first of course.

J= Jerk off:

He would masturbate very often at the thought of you. Since he's always at work, both of you won't be having a regular sex life so to relieve himself when he misses you, he sneaks somewhere and pleasures himself imagining that you're the one giving him a hand job.

K= Kink:

Moaning? your moans turn him on more and more and encourages him to fasten his pace. Your whimpers / screams / panting boosts his confidence, proving that he's fucking you right. Also he's into praise words ( receiving ), oh man just tell him that you like the way his dick slide in and out of you, just tell him how good he makes you feel, tell him that you want only his dick inside of you and see how he's gonna make you see stars.

L= Location: (His fav place to have sex)

Anywhere! But his favorites are in the shower room, pounding you against the cold wall or in the backseat of the car, he loves how the windows turn foggy after literally destroying you.

M= Motivation : (What turns him on?)

When you bend in front of him to get something. Intentional or not, it would get him instantly hard. He just loves your body so much and wants to appreciate in every way including sex

N= No: ( Something he wouldn't do)

Threesome or more are a big no no for him. He would never share you with anyone. He believes that you're his and he's yours. End of discussion.

O= Oral sex:

Of course Gojo enjoys giving head and pleasuring you but not as much as when he's the one getting it. He's a bit greedy and very egoistic so yeah he'd care a lot about his own pleasure and you have to do a great job and suck the cum out of his dick. He likes the feeling of your hands and lips around his length, while he throws his head back in satisfaction while his orgasm builds up. He likes to challenge himself, so he give you the green light till he reaches his breaking point that gets him begging for you to stop.

P= Pace:

Starts slow but then turns fast real quick. He's not worried about making you cum fast, because he'd go for many rounds and makes you cum over and over again.

Q= Quickies:

As I said Gojo is a busy man so you don't have a regular sex life, so he'd grasp the chance whenever you see each other. Even if he's seeing you for a few minutes, both of you would sneak somewhere and have a quick sex. Of course he'll make it up for you with a long ass passionate night when you have time for yourselves.

R= Risks:

I feel like Gojo is open to try new things with you, anything except involving another individual in your sex life. So by risks I mean like he might try public sex, pleasuring you under the table during an important meeting.

S= Stamina:

This man doesn't sleep, he's got a lot of energy, so he can go as long as you can handle. Does he ever get tired? no. So you better prepare yourself for a long night.

T= Toy:

I can't see him using any toys on himself or on you. When he's pleasuring you he prefers using his mouth, tongue and fingers and not toys, nothing else can fuck you expect for him. He believes that a piece of plastic won't get the job done.

U= Unfair:

Satoru is the biggest tease ever. He likes to annoy you. Sometimes, he might edge you till you start begging and pleading for him to make you cum. He's so damn good at it. And he knows how to use his teasing into making you more horny and needy for him.

V= Volume: (Is he loud?)

Satoru is so damn loud. He'd moan, groan, growl, whimper... anything. He likes how your moans harmonize together, it's like music to his ears and it pushes him to his limits. He's not shy or embarrassed, nah he wants you to hear his moans, he knows very well how it turns you on. He'd moan into your ear, also breathes heavily which is so fucking attractive. Even if you're not making love he'd occasionally moan in your ear to make you all flustered.

W= Wildcard:

Despite being a confident man, not easily offended and no one can compare to him, he's still a pretty jealous type. Even though he knows no one can get near you or compete with him or steal you away, whenever someone looks at you in a not very likable way he'd get pissed off and turns on his protective mode. If you dare to tease him and make him jealous on purpose, you already know what's waiting for you. Yep, definitely jealous sex, and if he can't contain himself till you get home then he would literally make out with you in public while everyone is watching. Gojo doesn't really give a single fuck, he'll devoure you, slip tongue, steal your breath away while he's kissing you hungry kisses.

X= X-rays:

He's a big guy so you know what to expect. Your eyes would be wide open the first time you saw him. It is indeed huge and thick, got you nervous and wondering how it would fit inside of you but it did.

Y= Yearning:

He's always ready for you to take him. Always ready for sex with you when you're in the mood of course. Due to his schedule he won't be able to be with you everyday so that accumulation of a long ass week of missing you and wanting to be inside you got him all ready and horny for when he sees you.

Z= Zzz:

Nah he won't fall asleep immediately after that. He'll pamper you first, take care of you and make sure you're comfortable and not hurt after being a total freak in bed. He'll put you to sleep and watches over you then he'll fall asleep if he managed to.

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Jey Uso x Afro-Brazilian OC

Summary: In her thirties and single after a breakup, Hamisa decides she wants to become a mother, despite her friends' and family's objections. Unable to wait any longer, she chooses to have a baby on her own. However, she unknowingly ends up using her ex-boyfriend sperm after he drunkenly swapped her donor’s sample for his own. As Hamisa raises her child, she starts noticing striking similarities between her ex-boyfriend and her baby, leading to questions about the true origins of her child's conception.

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Hamisa had always prided herself on her independence and quiet nature. A woman of few words, she wasn't one to express herself easily. Yet, standing in the midst of the bustling Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse in Cleveland, Ohio, she felt a flood of emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

Tonight was Monday Night Raw, and although she had always been a fan of the WWE, this night carried with it an unfamiliar tension. It wasn’t the roaring crowd or the electric atmosphere of the event that was weighing on her; it was something much more personal.

Her eight-month-old daughter, Jhream, was the source of her internal conflict. As Hamisa and her daughter walked down the hallway, she couldn’t help but notice the way the baby’s squeals and excited waves seemed to draw everyone’s attention. The young girl was a social butterfly. And Hamisa wasn't ready to embrace that reality. She was a mother, yes, but still a woman who valued her peace, her space. A life spent in a quiet, almost introverted existence didn’t naturally mesh with a baby who had already mastered the art of making her presence known.

Pamela pushed the stroller from behind, her eyes glimmering with amusement as Jhream's delighted shrieks echoed through the hallway. "She’s an extrovert, good luck to you, Hamisa," Pamela teased, her voice lighthearted, as she laughed at the attention Jhream was attracting.

Hamisa couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at her lips, though it was tinged with exhaustion. "I’m praying it’s a baby thing, and she’s not really an extrovert. I can’t handle it," she admitted. The thought of a lively, outgoing child, one who wouldn’t sit still, who would always be the center of attention, made Hamisa feel overwhelmed.

Despite being far from shy, Hamisa preferred the quiet moments. But now, she had a daughter, a little girl who, from the moment she had entered the world, seemed destined to challenge every piece of calm that Hamisa had worked so hard to cultivate.

As they continued to walk through the hall, Jhream’s squeals grew louder. Her eyes brightened when she spotted Joshua and his twelve-year-old son, Jeyce. The sight of them was enough to excite the already boisterous baby even more. Without a moment’s hesitation, Jeyce rushed over, his eager face a mixture of excitement and curiosity.

"Can I hold her?" Jeyce asked, already reaching for Jhream before Hamisa had a chance to respond.

Jhream, as if guided by some unseen force, launched herself into Jeyce’s waiting arms, her small hands gripping his shirt with surprising strength. Jeyce caught her effortlessly, and for a brief moment, everything in Hamisa's world seemed to slow down. She watched as her daughter, so tiny and innocent, found comfort in the embrace of someone other than her. She felt a bittersweet pang in her heart, a mix of pride and protectiveness.

“She is wild,” Joshua chuckled from behind them, shaking his head as he watched the scene unfold. His voice held a note of affection as he observed the bond between his son and Hamisa’s daughter.

Hamisa, standing slightly apart, gave Joshua a small smile. She didn’t speak, but there was something about the way her lips pressed together that conveyed a thousand unspoken words.

In the midst of the joy, Jhream’s tiny hand reached up, grasping one of Jeyce’s braids. The baby, clearly fascinated by the texture, brought the braid toward her mouth, clearly intending to chew on it. Joshua, ever the protective one, moved swiftly to remove it from her grasp, preventing a potential disaster.

Jhream's reaction was immediate, her face scrunched up in annoyance as her hand was pulled away from the braid. She rolled her eyes, a movement so deliberate that it could have belonged to a much older child, not an eight-month-old.

“Uh-Uh, I know she didn’t just roll her eyes at me,” Joshua said, his voice tinged with mock surprise as he turned to Hamisa. His grin was wide, but there was a hint of something deeper in his eyes, something that Hamisa couldn’t quite place.

Hamisa giggled, a nervous laugh that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She loved her daughter more than anything, but moments like this were unsettling. She wasn’t sure what to make of them, how to interpret the way Jhream seemed to be growing up too quickly, too fiercely.

As they continued down the hallway, the group ran into Charlotte. "Wow," Charlotte said, doing a double take as her eyes locked onto Jhream. "She looks so much like you, Josh."

Hamisa’s heart skipped a beat, and her stomach dropped. She glanced at Pamela, silently pleading with her to speak up, to offer any sort of reassurance that might ease her mind. Pamela, however, didn’t seem to notice the worry creeping into Hamisa’s thoughts.

Pamela shook her head. "I don’t see it," she murmured, trying to mask the unease in her voice. She didn’t understand what Hamisa had been sensing, what she had feared might be true.

But Hamisa couldn’t shake the growing panic inside her. Her baby, her precious daughter, was looking more and more like Joshua every day. It wasn’t just in the way she smiled or the way her eyes seemed to light up when she saw him, it was something deeper, more inexplicable. How could this be? Hamisa had used a sperm donor. Joshua was supposed to be just a friend, a trusted figure in her life, not someone whose genetic traits would find their way into her daughter’s features.

"She looks like Hamisa, right?" Joshua said quickly, trying to ease the tension. He grabbed Jhream from Jeyce’s arms, pulling her close as he pressed her cheek against his own. "You think so? I think she looks like Hamisa," he continued, his voice softening as he looked at the child in his arms.

Hamisa’s chest tightened. There was something about his words that stung. Did he know something she didn’t? Did he feel something she couldn’t understand? He had known about the sperm donor, of course. Hamisa had been open about that decision from the beginning. But now, looking at the child in his arms, Hamisa couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more at play.

"I think she just looks like whoever she’s next to," Pamela said, attempting to shift the mood. "Her features haven’t fully set in yet."

But Charlotte, still processing the interaction, looked at Pamela with a puzzled expression before walking away, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.

Jeyce, still holding Jhream, looked at his father with a thoughtful expression. "Yeah, she does look like you, Dad," he remarked, his voice casual but somehow laced with uncertainty.

Hamisa’s heart skipped a beat, the words like daggers sinking into her chest. There it was again, the overwhelming feeling that her daughter’s resemblance to Joshua was undeniable, something she couldn’t ignore, something that was beginning to consume her every thought.

Jhream, as if sensing her mother’s tension, tugged at the Cuban link chain around Joshua’s neck. The child’s small fingers gripped the shiny metal, pulling at it with curiosity. Joshua let out a nervous chuckle, but the sound was hollow, just as hollow as the unease swirling inside Hamisa’s mind.

Hamisa’s grip tightened around the stroller, her eyes narrowing at Joshua. She could feel the frustration bubbling within her. She didn’t know what to think anymore. There was too much uncertainty. Too many questions.

Without a word, she grabbed Jhream from Joshua’s arms, her movements sharp, her expression tight. Pamela, sensing the shift in the mood, fell into step beside Hamisa, the two of them moving away from the group without another glance backward.

"Girl, get a DNA test," Pamela muttered under her breath, her tone light but filled with underlying seriousness.

Hamisa nodded, though she could hardly believe what she was hearing. A DNA test. That’s what she needed, wasn’t it? The truth. Something to prove to her that her fears were unfounded, that her daughter wasn’t, in some strange, inexplicable way, a mirror image of someone who shouldn’t have been involved at all.

But deep down, Hamisa knew one thing for certain: the need for answers was becoming more pressing with each passing day.

It was Thursday afternoon when Hamisa finally gathered the courage to confront Joshua. For days, the unease in her chest had only grown, a gnawing suspicion she couldn’t shake. She had done everything she could to calm herself, to tell herself that it was all just coincidence that Jhream’s resemblance to Joshua was nothing more than a trick of the light, a fleeting illusion. But deep down, she knew something was off.

Her mind raced with questions: Could she have been pregnant when she used a sperm donor? Had the timing been wrong? Was the universe playing a sick joke, or had something else been at play, something Hamisa hadn’t even considered? The idea of her daughter looking so much like Joshua, even when she had never intended for him to be involved in her conception, kept her up at night. It was too much to ignore.

She found herself standing in front of Joshua’s house, the cool afternoon air biting at her skin as she clutched the small box in her hands. It was a home DNA test kit. A simple, straightforward solution to an impossible dilemma. All she needed was an answer. She knocked firmly on his door, staring at the yard with unseeing eyes as she waited. The seconds stretched on endlessly, and with every beat of her heart, her resolve hardened. She couldn’t keep living in uncertainty. She needed to know.

The door creaked open, and there he was, Joshua, looking at her with surprise written all over his face. Without saying a word, Hamisa shoved the box at his chest, her hands shaking from a mixture of anxiety and determination.

“Take it,” Hamisa said, her voice cold but steady.

Joshua looked down at the box in confusion, his eyebrows knitting together. “What’s this?” he asked, clearly unsure of how to respond.

Hamisa’s voice was sharp. “I need to know why my baby looks and acts like you,” she answered, her words hanging in the air between them like an unspoken accusation.

Joshua’s face immediately shifted to something more guarded, almost guilty. A flash of discomfort passed through his eyes, but it was quickly masked by a neutral expression.

“We don’t need to take a test,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. “I know why.”

Hamisa’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean, you know why?” Her voice was laced with disbelief. She couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. How could he know? How could he possibly know?

Joshua stepped aside and motioned for her to come in. Reluctantly, Hamisa crossed the threshold, her eyes scanning the familiar space of his living room, as though seeing it for the first time. She wanted to scream. She wanted to shake him and demand the truth, but all she could do was follow him to the couch, her mind whirling with confusion.

“Sit down,” Joshua said, his voice soft but firm. “I’ll explain everything.”

Hamisa sat down on the couch, her hands clenching and unclenching in her lap as she stared at him. She felt like she was teetering on the edge of a cliff, unsure whether the truth would set her free or plunge her into darkness.

Joshua took a deep breath, as though trying to gather his thoughts. His eyes dropped to the floor for a moment before he met her gaze again, his expression suddenly much more vulnerable.

“When I came to visit you that one night… after I got drunk,” he began, his voice quiet, “I went to the bathroom. You weren’t home, and I saw the sample cup sitting there.”

Hamisa’s breath hitched in her chest, and she instinctively leaned forward, her mind racing.

“You saw the sample cup?” she repeated, struggling to wrap her head around what he was saying.

Joshua nodded slowly, guilt clouding his features. “Yeah. I didn’t know what it was, but I was drunk, and I thought it was just… I don’t know, a random cup or something. I started messing with it. I played with the cup, and I—” He stopped, his face reddening with embarrassment. “I spilled it in the sink. I panicked, Hamisa. I didn’t know what to do.”

Hamisa’s pulse quickened. She felt her stomach drop, her thoughts swirling faster and faster. What was he saying? What was he admitting?

“I didn’t know what to do. I—I replaced the sample with my own,” Joshua continued, his voice strained as he looked at her, the weight of his confession hanging heavily in the air. “I didn’t remember anything about it until recently. When I started noticing how much Jhream looked like me, and how similar she acted to me, too.”

Hamisa’s head spun as Joshua’s words began to sink in. “Wait… wait, hold on,” she stammered. “Are you telling me… that my daughter is… is yours?”

Joshua nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving her. “Yes. Jhream is my biological daughter, Hamisa. I’m the one who—” He swallowed hard, his voice faltering as if the words were difficult to say. “I’m the one who switched the sample. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I didn’t remember until now, but now that I see it, now that I see her with my own eyes, it’s clear. She’s mine.”

Hamisa could feel her chest tightening, her breath catching in her throat. The room felt like it was closing in on her. Everything she had thought she knew about her daughter, everything she had thought she understood, was crumbling before her.

“This was all a mistake,” Hamisa whispered, her voice shaking with disbelief. “You—you can’t be serious. How could you do this? How could you just… switch it?”

Joshua’s eyes softened, regret filling them as he took a step closer. “I didn’t mean for it to happen, Hamisa. I was drunk, and I didn’t think. But I swear, I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted this to be a thing.”

He paused, taking a deep breath. “But now that it has happened… I think this is a sign. I think this is a sign that we’re meant to be together again. We’re a family now, Hamisa. It’s not too late. I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

Hamisa recoiled from him, her hands shaking as she backed away from the sofa. “No. No, you don’t get to just say that. You don’t get to act like this is some kind of happy ending. You switched the sperm! You hid it from me! You ruined everything!” Her voice broke as the anger surged through her, threatening to overpower her.

Joshua’s face fell, the hopeful expression slowly turning to one of sadness. He reached for her, but Hamisa jerked away, her breath ragged and uneven.

“I can’t do this,” she said, her words clipped and sharp. “I can’t. This is too much. You should’ve never done that. You should’ve never… switched it.” Her eyes filled with tears as she stood up, her knees weak as the weight of the situation came crashing down around her.

Joshua’s voice was quiet as he watched her, his face filled with hurt. “Hamisa, I didn’t mean for it to go this way. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Hamisa looked at him, her chest tight with emotion. “I don’t care about your excuses. You should’ve been honest with me. You should’ve never… done this to me.”

With that, she turned away, her body trembling as she walked toward the door. Joshua’s voice called after her, but she didn’t stop. The door slammed behind her, leaving Joshua standing alone in the living room, the remnants of his confession hanging between them, unanswered.

Outside, the cool air hit Hamisa’s face as she stepped into the yard, her heart racing with the weight of the revelation. She wanted to scream, to cry, to somehow make sense of the madness she had just heard. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the feeling that nothing would ever be the same again.

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luvfy0dor · 10 months ago

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Heyy, I was thinking about a concept with Fyodor (or whoever from BSD) having a streamer bf, but like, one of -those- streamers where every word they say can be quite questionable (in a “good” way/ironically). For some reason it amuses me to imagine it with Fyodor and Reader occasionally teasing him, calling him their ‘discord kitten’ or streaming for 5 hours (or more lol) saying nonsenses or playing video games instead of paying attention to Fyodor. What do you think?

“Get Off The Game ♡⁠˖” BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Fyodor Dostoevsky, Dazai Osamu

Warnings;

Description; BSD men with a streamer!reader

A/n; these are in headcannon form, I hope that's alright!!! I think Dazai or Nikolai would be a better person to have this occupation w so I also did headcannons for one of them

Fyodor Dostoevsky ★

• Fyodor thinks it's stupid at first, but when he realized you made money from it he learned to tolerate it. He wasn't too fond of the noise, though.

• I don't think he was too fond of the nickname 'discord kitten', always raising an eyebrow when he's called that, he also strongly dislikes brainrot cause what do you mean you're so sigma? No you're not, you're y/n. That's unrelated, but I thought I'd add that in there.

• "A discord what? Kitten? What even is that? I am nothing of the such."

• Catch him dead before he makes an appearance on camera, he much prefers to keep his business private. He doesn't mind you talking about him though, he loves that. He loves that people know you're already taken by him and that all those losers in your chat don't have a chance with you.

• Sometimes he'll watch your streams from a different room in attempt to understand your work and the art of gaming. He enjoys when you play horror games, especially the ones that get you thinking. He sometimes finds your facial expressions when you get jumpscared funnier than anything else in the stream.

• When it comes to the duration of your streams, Fyodor can entertain himself for as long as you need him to, but he can't help but feel like he'd rather be spending that time with you every now and again.

• He usually just takes the time to work on his DOA stuff, and occasionally he'll get so lost in it that he doesn't even realized you've finished with your stream and whenever that happens, you make some tea and go to fetch him to spend some quality time together, whether it's you laying in his lap while you both read a book or having a conversation about whatever comes to mind

Dazai Osamu ★

• Dazai is your #1 supporter since day one. There's a conversation going on about content creators? He's immediately bringing you up. You need new items for your set up? He's manifesting that said items go on sale ASAP!

• Oh my god, and he LOVES it when you get recognized in public. He's very prideful of you and likes that it's only him and a select group of people that get to see the real you outside of the camera frame.

• He, unlike Fyodor, does have an issue with the long hours, so he busies himself with the ADA and otherwise to keep himself from walking in and talking your ear off while you play your games for umpteen thousand people.

• He doesn't despise being called a discord kitten, but it does confuse him a little bit. But whatever, as long as you have 'my' in front of any name he doesn't care.

• Dazai watches your old streams when he's bored and can't help but giggle at the out of pocket or questionable things you say. He likes to watch the compilations of you on YouTube, too.

• Sometimes he'll quote you out of the blue.

• He doesn't like people trying to flirt with you or talk to you on the Internet as any partner wouldn't, so he is in the comment section of every post reading through individual comments. Type guy to see '❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥' comments on your posts and reply '🧯🧯🧯'

• All in all, Dazai is well received by your fanbase, especially the ones who don't try to romance you and are normal. They think he's funny and a good match for you.

A/n; I hope it wasn't to short!!! I thought it was a cutsey idea, I think Nikolai would be pretty similar to Dazai in this scemario.

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earthlybeam · 17 days ago

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I adore the your post of “the elves reacting to the different types of kisses”

please can you do an Elrond one I love him so much and love how you write him 🥺🩵

hope you are well and thank you

Thank you so much your words mean a lot and I’m just tired but I’m alright thanks for asking ❤️‍🔥🫶✨ yes! 🙌 Elrond supremacy. enjoy my friend 🛐

As they was a few who requested Elrond too this was the first person not sure who the anonymous ones are but here Elrond one 🙌

The elves reacting to the different types of kisses (forehead, cheek, jaw, wrist elven ear, nose, shoulder, lips...)

Elrond version below

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

Forehead kiss

The day had stretched long, and the weight of his responsibilities pressed heavily on Elrond’s noble shoulders. His usually calm expression betrayed the slightest furrow of worry as he stood by the window of his chamber, gazing out at the valley below, lost in thought. The soft rustle of your approach drew his attention briefly, but his eyes lingered on the horizon, his mind still consumed by duty.

You stepped close, silently placing a hand on his arm. The warmth of your touch seemed to bring him back to the present, and his gaze flickered to you. Without a word, you cupped his cheek gently, the pads of your fingers grazing his skin as you guided his face toward you. His eyes searched yours, a mix of quiet admiration and vulnerability, as you leaned in, your lips brushing his forehead with infinite care.

Elrond froze, as though caught off guard by the simplicity of the gesture, but then let out a soft, shuddering breath, his body visibly relaxing. His long lashes fluttered shut, and for a moment, he simply stood there, letting the warmth of your affection sink into him. Slowly, his hands rose to frame your face, his touch reverent and tender. His thumbs grazed your cheekbones, lingering as though he couldn’t bear to let the moment pass too quickly.

He lowered his head, his forehead pressing gently against yours, his breath mingling with your own. His voice, when it came, was soft and unsteady, yet full of depth and sincerity. “You honor me with such simple, yet profound affection, meleth nín,” he murmured, his words almost a whisper. “In moments like this, I am reminded that even amidst the chaos, there is peace.”

A small smile crept across his lips, warm and grateful, and he lingered there with you, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away. For a time, the world outside faded, and all that mattered was the quiet intimacy of your shared presence.

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Cheek kiss

The late afternoon sunlight spilled into the study, casting a warm glow across the room. The faint scent of parchment and ink lingered in the air as Elrond sat at his desk, his quill moving gracefully across a piece of vellum. His brows knit slightly in concentration, but there was no urgency in his work—just a quiet diligence that was so characteristically his.

You stood nearby, watching him with a soft smile. His hair, dark as the night sky, fell in elegant waves over his shoulders, and the calm focus in his features only made your heart ache with affection. Drawn to him, you moved closer, standing at his side for a moment before leaning down.

Elrond didn’t notice at first, his mind still absorbed in his work, until your lips brushed lightly against his cheek. The contact was fleeting, yet impossibly tender, and it brought him to a sudden pause. The quill in his hand stopped mid-stroke, and you saw the faintest flicker of surprise in his expression.

Slowly, he turned his head to meet your gaze. His eyes, deep and thoughtful, softened as they locked onto yours. A faint blush crept across his fair skin—so subtle that only someone as close as you would notice. He didn’t speak at first, as though searching for the right words, but instead, he reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek with a touch as light as a whisper.

His lips quirked upward in a small, almost teasing smile. “You’ve stolen my focus,” he said softly, though his tone held no reproach. His fingers lingered on your face, tracing an invisible path along your cheekbone, before letting his hand rest there. “But then again,” he continued, his voice low and steady, “my heart has been yours for far longer than my attention.”

He leaned back slightly, his smile still faint but undeniably warm, his eyes lingering on you with quiet devotion. Though he returned to his work, you could see the way his expression had changed—the faint smile remained, and the warmth of your kiss seemed to linger in his demeanor, a silent reminder of the love that surrounded him.

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Jawline kiss

The evening air was soft with the quiet hum of the world around you, but in this moment, the only sounds were the steady rhythm of your breaths and the subtle, electric tension between you and Elrond. You stood close, the space between you charged with the unspoken affection that had always been there, but tonight felt different—more palpable, more intense.

You raised your hand to gently trace the sharp, defined line of his jaw, your fingers lightly brushing against his skin. The touch was barely there, but the effect was immediate. Elrond’s breath caught, a sharp intake that hinted at the tension building within him. His eyes fluttered closed as the softness of your lips followed the path your fingers had traced, pressing a delicate kiss to his jawline.

The simple touch seemed to unravel something inside of him. His hand found the small of your back, pulling you closer, the heat of his palm seeping through the fabric of your clothing. His body was taut, as though every part of him was straining to maintain composure in the wake of such intimate attention.

A low hum rumbled from his chest, a sound that was half in pleasure, half in restraint. Elrond tilted his head slightly toward you, instinctively seeking more of your touch. The movement was subtle, but it was enough to make your pulse quicken as his closeness enveloped you. His lips parted just enough to allow a whispered breath to escape. “Do you know what you do to me, meleth nín?” His voice was deep, husky, coated with desire that he was trying to keep carefully restrained.

You could see it in his eyes—the heat building behind them. It was as if the world around him had faded away, leaving only the two of you in this shared moment of longing. His gray eyes smoldered, fixed on yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

Slowly, almost reverently, Elrond reached up, brushing a stray lock of your hair behind your ear. His thumb trailed softly along the curve of your cheek, the touch sending a shiver through you. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your temple before pressing against yours in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and full of yearning. His hand cradled your face, his fingers delicately tracing the line of your jaw as if committing the feeling to memory.

His kiss deepened, slow but purposeful, pulling you even closer, until there was no more space between your bodies. The intensity of his touch, the way his lips moved against yours, spoke of a hunger that was tempered with reverence—a deep desire to connect with you, to claim you in the most tender of ways.

When the kiss finally broke, Elrond rested his forehead against yours, his breath still uneven. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to regain his composure, but the warmth of his gaze never left yours. You could feel the stillness between you, a connection so powerful that neither words nor gestures were needed to express it.

In the silence, you could hear the quiet hum of contentment that passed between you both. It was a shared understanding, an acknowledgment of the depth of feeling that neither of you had to explain. With one last tender touch, Elrond’s hand lingered at the back of your neck, his thumb brushing across your skin, as if marking the moment in time when nothing else mattered but the two of you together.

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Wrist kiss

You found yourself next to Elrond, the two of you standing in the quiet sanctuary of his study, the soft glow of candlelight flickering around you both. The weight of his many responsibilities was ever present, but there was a gentleness in the way he looked at you, as though in your presence, he could find some measure of solace.

As he reached out to move a book on the desk, his sleeve gently shifted, exposing the delicate skin of his wrist. It was a part of him that rarely felt the touch of affection, reserved only for the most intimate moments. With a tenderness that mirrored his own care for you, you reached for his wrist, your lips grazing the soft skin there, pressing a kiss against it.

The effect was immediate. Elrond froze, his entire body stilling as your lips made contact with his wrist. A shiver of warmth ran up his arm, the sensation more intense than he’d expected. His breath caught in his chest for a brief moment, and he slowly lifted his gaze to meet yours. His grayish blue eyes softened, the usual intensity replaced by something infinitely more tender, more open.

His lips parted as if he wished to say something, but for a moment, he simply studied you with admiration, as though trying to convey just how much your love meant to him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke, his voice quieter than usual, laced with emotion. “Even the smallest of gestures from you are treasured more than you know.”

Elrond took your hand in his, his thumb brushing gently over the spot where your lips had just been. His touch was careful, as though he feared that the simple act of holding you too tightly might cause the moment to slip away. “Every touch, every gesture, you have my heart, meleth nín,” he whispered, a deep sincerity in his tone.

He held your hand for a moment longer, his gaze soft but filled with the unspoken depth of his feelings for you. That wrist, so often overlooked, now felt like the center of the world to him, imbued with the love you gave so freely.

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Lips kiss

The evening was serene, the soft glow of candlelight flickering as you and Elrond shared a quiet moment together. He stood close to you, his gaze tender and full of warmth. Your eyes met, and without a word, you stepped toward him, your breath mingling in the still air. He watched you with soft admiration, as if he had all the time in the world to simply take you in.

You reached up, your hands brushing against his chest before gently cupping his face. With a softness that mirrored your emotions, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. At first, the kiss was slow and tender, a simple meeting of lips that spoke volumes in its gentleness. Elrond sighed into the kiss, savoring the warmth and softness of your touch as if it was something he could never have enough of. His arms wrapped securely around you, pulling you closer as though the very act of holding you might protect you both from the world outside.

But then, as you deepened the kiss, something in Elrond seemed to shift. His control, which was often unwavering, slipped away in that moment, and you felt the intensity of his response as he kissed you with a newfound urgency. His lips moved against yours with a passion that took your breath away, his hands cradling your face with a reverence that made your heart swell.

“There is no joy greater than this, to feel you, to know you are mine,” he whispered between kisses, his voice thick with emotion. His thumbs traced your cheeks with a tenderness that spoke of his unspoken devotion. It was as though he was trying to convey everything he couldn’t say with words—how deeply he loved you, how your presence grounded him in a way nothing else could.

When the kiss finally ended, Elrond rested his forehead against yours, his breath coming a little quicker, his eyes half-lidded with affection and contentment. A quiet hum of happiness escaped him, as if he could find peace in your touch alone. His mind was entirely focused on you, the connection between you two that no burden or responsibility could touch.

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Temple kiss

Elrond’s shoulders were heavy with the weight of leadership, and though he carried it with grace, you could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the subtle tension that lingered at the edges of his calm demeanor. He sat in a chair, a moment of respite amidst his duties, though his mind was clearly still preoccupied. You approached him quietly, your movements gentle and deliberate, sensing that he needed a moment of peace more than anything else.

Kneeling beside him, you placed your hand on his shoulder, your touch soothing. His grayish-blue eyes met yours, and for the first time in what felt like hours, you saw him relax just slightly, the guard around him lowering, even if only for a brief moment. Without a word, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his temple, your lips barely grazing the smooth skin there.

Elrond’s eyes fluttered shut, and a quiet sigh of relief escaped his lips. For a moment, all the burdens of his responsibilities seemed to fade into the background, and he simply allowed himself to be present with you. The kiss, so gentle and full of love, was like a balm to his weary mind. It was the kind of touch he didn’t realize he needed—something tender and uncomplicated that allowed him to forget the weight he carried.

A small, blissful smile tugged at his lips as he let his head fall slightly to the side, seeking more of your touch. His hand, almost instinctively, reached up to brush through your hair, the action soft and intimate, a gesture that spoke volumes about his devotion to you. His touch was like a silent vow, a promise that no matter the burden he carried, you would always be his refuge.

“You are a balm to my weary mind,” he whispered, his voice low and full of gratitude. There was a quiet reverence in the way he spoke, as though you had done something extraordinary simply by offering him this small act of love.

For a few minutes, neither of you spoke. The world outside felt distant, and in the tranquility of that moment, Elrond allowed himself to simply be held, the quiet affection you shared a relief from the constant demands of his life. The gentle kiss on his temple had given him a rare, peaceful respite, a reminder that he was not alone in the weight of the world.

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Neck kiss

The room was bathed in a soft, golden light, a quiet stillness enveloping the two of you. Elrond stood before you, his figure tall and commanding, yet there was a subtle unease in his posture. The weight of countless duties, both past and present, seemed to press against him even in the quiet solace of your presence. The air between you was thick with an unspoken connection, as though the world outside held no importance in this fleeting moment.

With each breath he took, the tension in his shoulders remained, yet the tenderness in his eyes when they met yours was undeniable. Without a word, you took a step closer, your hand slowly reaching for him, your fingertips grazing the soft fabric of his tunic as you placed your hand gently against his chest, just over his heart. The contact was grounding, and for a heartbeat, you both stood there, feeling the rhythm of each other’s presence.

As your lips brushed softly against the delicate curve of his neck, you could feel Elrond’s breath catch in his throat. The sound was barely audible, but it spoke volumes, a mixture of surprise and longing. His chest rose and fell with the slow, measured rhythm of his breathing, but it was uneven now, stirred by the warmth of your touch. His usually composed demeanor seemed to falter for just a moment, the vulnerability in the way he closed his eyes betraying the depth of the feelings your kiss evoked.

Elrond’s fingers slid down your arm with a slow, deliberate motion, as if memorizing the feel of your skin against his. His touch was reverent, like a soft caress, sending ripples of warmth through your body. You could sense that your kiss, so tender and fleeting, had unlocked something within him, a tenderness he rarely allowed himself to show. His fingertips trailed down, brushing against your wrist before his hand moved back up to rest against the small of your back, guiding you closer to him.

A soft sigh, barely a whisper, escaped his lips. It was a sound so quiet, almost imperceptible, but it carried an unmistakable weight—a rare expression of vulnerability from the steadfast Lord of Rivendell. Your lips continued their slow, gentle exploration, and in that moment, everything outside of the two of you seemed to fall away. The world could wait; only this intimate exchange mattered now.

His voice, a low murmur, broke the silence, the words heavy with meaning. “There are few things more cherished than your kiss, meleth nín,” Elrond spoke, his voice barely a whisper, but the sincerity in his words was unmistakable. Each syllable seemed to hang in the air between you, carrying with it the depth of his feelings. His gaze softened even more as his eyes flicked to yours, his hand moving ever so gently to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

The heat of his skin beneath your lips was intoxicating, his pulse steady and strong against your touch, yet there was something more in his quiet response to your kiss. He leaned into your touch, surrendering himself to the comfort you gave him, as though your kiss was a balm to the weary soul he kept hidden beneath layers of responsibility. It was a sacred thing—this moment, this connection.

As you stayed there, the kiss lingering between you both, Elrond’s hand moved, his fingers gently cradling the back of your neck, encouraging you to stay just as you were. The silence between you was thick with emotion, a shared understanding that needed no further words. Everything in that space—his touch, his presence, and the way he held you—spoke louder than anything he could have said aloud. In this moment, you both existed outside the bounds of time and duty, caught in a quiet, intimate exchange of affection that felt both eternal and fleeting.

As the kiss finally slowed, you felt a subtle shift within him—something deep and profound. His breath was slower now, his chest rising and falling in a gentler rhythm. The closeness between you seemed to wrap around you both, leaving you suspended in a moment of unspoken connection. Elrond’s hand remained against the back of your neck, a silent plea for you to stay just a little longer, to hold on to this peace that neither of you could find anywhere else.

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Hand kiss

The two of you sat together in the dim light of the study, the fire crackling softly in the hearth as Elrond absentmindedly traced the edge of a map with his fingers. His mind was no doubt busy with the concerns of Rivendell and the state of Middle-earth, but in this peaceful moment, there was an underlying tranquility that existed only in your shared presence.

You reached out, your fingers brushing over his hand, catching his attention. Elrond turned his gaze toward you, his expression softening instantly, a gentle warmth in his eyes that spoke volumes without a single word. His hand stilled beneath yours as you lifted it gently, bringing it to your lips. You pressed a soft, reverent kiss to the back of his hand, feeling the subtle texture of his skin, the weight of every moment shared between you both.

The air seemed to still as you pulled back, and Elrond’s eyes never left you. A gentle smile touched his lips, a small yet deeply meaningful expression that carried with it all the affection he often held in reserve. He lowered his gaze to your hand, then back up to your face, as though he were searching for the right words.

“You honor me beyond measure,” Elrond spoke quietly, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes softened as he raised your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to your knuckles in return. “And I am humbled by your love.”

In the simple act of kissing his hand, you felt the deep reverence he held for you, the silent acknowledgment of all that you had shared. It was a gesture of tenderness, but it carried more weight than just the kiss—it was an unspoken promise, an assurance that the love between you was both enduring and sacred. Elrond’s eyes locked with yours once more, a connection formed between the two of you, tender and filled with an affection that transcended words. The moment felt timeless, a small, intimate exchange of love that would stay with you both long after the evening passed.

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Shoulder kiss

The early morning light filtered gently through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the bedroom. The quiet stillness of the room was only broken by the steady rhythm of Elrond’s breathing as he lay beside you, his features relaxed in the peace of sleep. The soft warmth of the blankets cocooned you both, but your eyes were wide awake, watching him with the kind of affection that only a quiet morning could inspire.

You couldn’t resist the pull to be close to him, to wake him with the tenderness he always showed you. Gently, you reached out, your fingertips brushing across the smooth expanse of his bare shoulder. His skin was warm and soft beneath your touch, a quiet contrast to the coolness of the early morning air. Slowly, you pressed a kiss to the curve of his shoulder, the soft, tender contact brushing over his skin like a whisper of affection.

The sensation of your lips on his shoulder was enough to stir Elrond from his slumber. His breathing faltered, the warmth of sleep slipping away as he became aware of your presence beside him. At first, there was just a subtle shift, a small intake of breath, but then his body seemed to relax into the touch, as though he had waited for this moment to fully wake. His skin flushed, the unexpected kiss a reminder of the connection between you. The sound of a slow, contented sigh escaped his lips as he turned toward you, his eyes fluttering open just enough to meet yours.

For a moment, he simply gazed at you with sleepy adoration, his tired eyes filled with a quiet love. A soft smile curved his lips, the kind of smile that spoke of deep affection and warmth, something only you could bring to life in him. His arms moved instinctively, reaching out to pull you closer, enveloping you in his embrace as he nuzzled his face against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

“Meleth nín,” he murmured softly, his voice thick with sleep yet full of affection. The sound of your name on his lips felt like the most intimate of blessings, each syllable wrapped in devotion. His hands, though still heavy with the drowsiness of sleep, caressed your face with gentle strokes, his touch tender as though memorizing every contour of you.

You felt him draw you closer, the space between you vanishing as he pressed his lips to yours in a deep, loving kiss. His kiss was slow, savoring, and as it deepened, you could feel the weight of his love, the way he poured all his affection into this simple, intimate moment. His hands framed your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks, his kiss a quiet declaration of everything he could never fully say with words.

When the kiss finally broke, Elrond rested his forehead against yours, his eyes half-lidded with affection. His breath came slower now, more even, the weight of sleep still lingering in his voice. He caressed your face with a tenderness that made your heart flutter, his eyes closing for just a moment as if memorizing the feeling of being close to you, here, in this quiet, sacred moment.

“I cannot imagine a better way to begin the day,” he whispered, his voice still soft and drowsy, but full of warmth and adoration. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as though he could keep you in this moment forever, the world outside fading into nothing.

There was no rush, no need for anything more. Just the simple peace of being in each other’s arms, the quiet love that seemed to speak louder than any words. It was a moment suspended in time, where everything outside of you both ceased to exist.

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Nose kiss

The fire in the hearth crackled softly, filling the room with a comforting warmth as Elrond sat beside you, engrossed in one of his many books. He was always absorbed in knowledge, often getting lost in the pages of ancient texts, his mind racing with ideas and thoughts that few could understand.

You sat close, your eyes occasionally flicking to the words, but more often than not, you were simply content to watch him. The way his brow furrowed in concentration, the way his fingers turned the pages so delicately, and the way his voice occasionally hummed as he read aloud all captivated you.

As he read, your heart swelled with affection for him—the calm, steady presence he exuded. The thought of interrupting him with a small act of love was too tempting to resist, so you leaned over just enough to press a soft, playful kiss to the tip of his nose.

The gentle touch pulled him from the pages of the book, and Elrond froze for a brief moment. A quiet chuckle rumbled from his chest as he looked up from the pages, his attention momentarily broken. His lips curved into a smile, his gray eyes softening with warmth and amusement.

“Such a playful love you are,” he said, his voice rich with affection as he closed the book with a soft, satisfied thud. His fingers lingered on the cover as he met your gaze, a smile tugging at his lips. “But I must admit, I enjoy the interruption.” There was a glint of amusement in his eyes, but also a deep sense of contentment as he turned his full attention toward you, the corners of his lips curling upward with genuine happiness.

He leaned in toward you, his lips brushing yours gently at first, his kiss slow and deep with all the quiet affection that had accumulated in the space between you during the evening. As you pulled away, he chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm in the silence of the room.

“I should be reading, but your love makes it hard to focus,” he murmured, his voice laced with a quiet teasing. The spark of joy in his eyes was unmistakable, and you knew that, for Elrond, moments like this—simple, tender, and full of affection—were just as meaningful as his study of ancient texts. In fact, these small interruptions were the moments that he cherished most.

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Elven ear kiss

The cool night air of Rivendell wrapped around you as you stood on the balcony beside Elrond, the vast sky above dotted with a thousand stars, their light reflecting in his eyes. He stood tall, his back straight, the weight of his thoughts evident in his posture, his gaze lost in the distance. For all his grandeur and wisdom, in this moment, he seemed as if he was simply a man—burdened, pensive, and human in his own way.

You couldn’t resist the pull to be close to him, to share in the quiet solitude of this night. You stepped behind him, your soft footsteps muffled by the stone beneath your feet. Slowly, your fingers brushed lightly across his back, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his tunic. He didn’t turn, didn’t speak, but there was a subtle shift in his demeanor, as though your touch had woven itself into his thoughts.

With a gentle breath, you leaned in, your lips softly finding the delicate tip of his pointed ear. The effect on him was immediate. A soft, audible gasp escaped him—caught somewhere between surprise and pleasure. His body tensed, and for the briefest of moments, you felt the weight of his usually composed nature falter. His hands, which had been loosely gripping the railing, tightened, the stone beneath his fingers creaking slightly with the force of his grip. His head tilted instinctively toward you, his ear more exposed to your kiss despite the vulnerability it brought him.

“Meleth…” The word was a breath, a plea that slipped from his lips, shaky with a tenderness he rarely allowed to show. There was something raw in his voice, a vulnerability that only you could evoke, and it stirred something deep within you.

You could feel the heat rising in his skin, the tension leaving him as the kiss lingered, his body relaxing into your presence. Slowly, he turned to face you, his gaze meeting yours in the moonlight. His gray eyes were darker now, filled with a depth of emotion that he rarely allowed others to see. There was longing in the way he looked at you, a silent hunger that spoke of more than just the moment you shared—it spoke of the bond between you, something unspoken, but deeply understood.

Without a word, his hands rose to cup your face, his touch reverent, as though he were tracing the very lines of your soul. He pressed his forehead gently to yours, closing his eyes as if savoring the nearness of you. The breath between you was quiet, shared, intimate.

“You undo me,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, the words barely more than a breath against your skin. His lips brushed against yours softly, the kiss tender at first, full of affection and deep yearning. But as the kiss deepened, so did the longing that had built between you, a powerful wave that threatened to break the calm surface. His lips moved with increasing urgency, yet still with the care and reverence he always showed you. His hands, now framing your face, held you close, pulling you into the moment as if time itself had no bearing on the truth of what you were sharing.

When the kiss finally broke, Elrond stayed close, his breath coming in soft, uneven pants, his forehead still pressed gently against yours. His eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with a quiet intensity that took your breath away. For a moment, neither of you said anything, the words that could explain the moment not quite necessary.

Instead, Elrond’s hands remained on your face, his thumbs caressing your skin with the same tender devotion that had always been his way. “I’ve never known a love like this,” he murmured softly, the words full of awe, full of you. His lips, still warm from your kiss, pressed a final, sweet kiss to your forehead, as if sealing the moment with the softness of a promise that needed no words.

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Back of the neck kiss

The study was quiet, save for the soft scratching of Elrond’s quill against the parchment. The room was filled with the scent of aged paper and ink, the dim light of a nearby candle casting gentle shadows across the scrolls and books that surrounded him. His brow furrowed in concentration as he carefully transcribed ancient texts, his attention fully consumed by the task at hand. His usual grace and composure were evident, though there was a subtle weariness in his posture, a sign of the long hours he spent in service to his people.

You, however, were drawn to him not by the work, but by the man himself. As he remained absorbed in his study, you silently approached him, your footsteps barely a whisper on the stone floor. You stood behind him, watching for a moment, the peaceful rhythm of his writing almost hypnotic. A fond smile tugged at your lips, watching the way his fingers delicately held the quill, the quiet determination in his gaze.

With a soft sigh, you reached forward, your hands brushing gently against his broad shoulders. The moment your touch made contact, his body stiffened ever so slightly, a subtle tension running through him. It was only natural for him to be so engrossed in his work, but you could feel the faint ripple of surprise in him at your unexpected presence. He didn’t speak, though, giving you the silent permission you needed to continue.

Slowly, carefully, you leaned forward, your lips brushing softly against the back of his neck. The effect was instantaneous. His breath caught in his throat, and his quill stilled, hovering above the paper as he let out a quiet breath. His muscles tightened briefly, betraying the control he so often maintained, before he slowly relaxed into your touch. A soft sigh escaped him as he let the moment linger, the kiss a quiet reprieve from the weight of his responsibilities.

After a few moments, Elrond set his quill down with deliberate slowness, the motion as smooth as ever, though there was an undeniable tenderness in the way he placed it on the desk. His hand rose to cover yours where it rested on his shoulder, his fingers warm against your skin as if savoring the simple connection. “I fear you’ve stolen my focus entirely, meleth nín,” he said, his voice low and amused, the usual coolness replaced by a warmth that reached his tone. There was no frustration in his words—only affection, a reflection of his quiet joy in having you close.

You smiled softly, feeling the warmth of his hand on yours, your heart swelling at the love in his voice. Before you could respond, Elrond turned in his chair, his gray eyes soft with fondness as he pulled you gently into his lap. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close with a sense of protectiveness that was both comforting and intimate. You felt the strength of him around you, his embrace grounding you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

He kissed the soft flesh of your neck, the tender press of his lips sending a shiver through your body. “How can I think of anything but you when you are near?” he murmured, his voice thick with affection, the words as much a statement of truth as a quiet confession.

You could feel the warmth of his lips against your skin as he kissed you again, this time slower, deeper, as if savoring the moment, cherishing the intimacy that only the two of you shared. He pulled back slightly, his gray eyes meeting yours with a tenderness that made your heart ache. “The world can wait, for now,” he whispered, as though everything outside of this moment—this feeling—was secondary.

With a soft smile, he leaned in once more, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was full of love and longing, quiet and unhurried, as though time itself had suspended its passage. Elrond held you close, the work forgotten, his focus entirely on you. In that moment, there was no duty, no responsibility, only the warmth of your embrace and the love that flowed between you both—undisturbed, perfect, and lasting.

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🌺 KLET TALK!! ||Asteroid Klet 😻💗

🔞⚠️🛑TW:THIS INCLUDES EXPLICIT GRAPHICS AND S3XUAL CONTEXT!! READER DESRECTION ADVISED!!

⚠️NSFW❤️‍🔥

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I haven't seen many post or descriptions on certain asteroids,( especially s3x ones) and I think it's fun how astrology can tell you how your whole body, mind and soul operates!! WITH THAT BEING SAID WELCOME TO MY SEX ROOOMMM JK LOL!!❤️‍🔥 my aqaurius moon and aries sun is talking! LOL 😂

I'll be descriptive as possible when talking about these asteroids. If your offended or uncomfortable about these things then click off. It's important you keep in mind that I'm going off of my own intuitive mind and my personal wisdom. This is how I think placements would manifest in the physical. BTW I'm always right,🤣 just a disclaimer!!

( da pics from pinterest)

Every vagina is beautiful just as flowers 🌸

♡♡《ASTEROID KLET (2199)》♡♡

♡ TYPE IN ASTRO.COM

♡ PRESS ON THE THREE LITTLE BARS IN TOP SCREEN IT'LL BE ON THE UPPER LEFT CORNER

♡ PRESS ON FREE HOROSCOPES

♡ AT THE VERY BOTTOM PRESS "HOROSCOPE DRAWING & DATA"

♡ PRESS "EXTENDED CHART SELECTION "

♡ TYPE IN BIRTH INFO

♡ SCROLL DOWN TO VERY BOTTOM YOU SHOULD SEE A TEXT BOX (IT SAYS MANUAL ENTRY) ENTER "2199"

♡ SHOW CHART

♡ LOOK FOR KLET IN THE HOUSE, DEGREE, AND SIGN

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❤️‍🔥🔞♀️💋KLET is basically feminine sexuality, it can also represent how your vagina might look like certain special features etc. (EACH DESCRIPTION WILL VARY BASED OFF OF ETHNICITY/ GENETICS). I would even associate it with how others perceive your sexuality and how your vagina💦💥 performs during sex. Oh and of course the klet≈clit.🌺 What does it take for her to get stimulated? 🌸💮🍓

KLET IN ARIES ♈:

❤️‍🔥 you could like to take control or you like very dominate partners

❤️‍🔥you are seen as someone who is very sexually active or very sexy in the eyes of others

❤️‍🔥 your sexuality can be quite domineering in the bedroom

Channeled song:

💋your vagina might be warm or either Hella tight because aries is about war and friction it just gives me those vibes for some reason

💋men could get easily intimidated with your vagina

💋 raw and rough sex

💋your vagina may have a red hue to it

💋 big sexual appetite

💋 to get the clit stimulated you might have to use a lot of force

💋 doesn't take long for you to climax

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KLET IN TAURUS ♉:

🧡 YOUR SEXUALITY IS VERY SENSUAL AND PLEASURABLE

🧡 MONEY & STABILITY COULD LITERALLY MAKE YOU 💦🍦

🧡ATTRACT MEN WHO ARE WEALTHY OR HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO BE

🧡 YOU MOST LIKELY DONT LIKE CASUAL SEX YOU WANT IT WITH SOMEONE YOU COULD BUILD WITH AND WHO IS COMMITTAL

Channeled Song:

🍉 ( could have really pink/brownish hues)

🍉 you might have a more fatty vagina could have more skin like an outie or something like that

🍉 I feel like yall need to get ate out since Taurus rules the mouth and throat

🍉 you are what you eat 👀👀💋

🍉 also you kinda like to be teased and worked up slowly to stimulation

🍉 you might prefer head over intercourse

🍉during sex you like to be kissed as well as your 🐱

🍉might take longer for you to orgasm

🍉 your clit gets stimulated with someone giving you mouth action

🍉 slow and steady wins the race 💦💦

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KLET IN GEMINI ♊

💚 KNA YALL KNOW GEMINI IS THE LOVERS CARD IN Tarot SO STOP TALKING SHIIIII ABOUT GEMINIS

💚 yall have a very youthful young and free teen ager type vibe of sexuality

💚" once you have my mind you got my cookie"

💚you play mind games on men and make them think they gone get sum

💚pure sexuality and curiosity about sex

Channeled Song

Positions-Ariana Grandé

🌱 your vagina could look very new or versatile that's the best way ik how to put it (hope it makes sense 😕)

🌱this sounds weird but give this a try let your partner talk to your 🐱 listen your coochie is a living entity too. So let your partner whisper to her let him blow some air on that kitty 🤭😹 (gemini is a air sign, words of affirmation is key!)

🌱very experimental in sex

🌱changing positions

🌱 I feel like whoever yall have sex with you take a piece of their brain 🧠

🌱 speak affirmations on your womb it could really benefit

🌱 I think yall like an equal give and take in the bedroom

🌱 to stimulate the clit your partner might have to change up their motion if ya know what I mean 😫😌

🌱 clit gets stimulate through being talked through orgasm

Aka I'm here for a good time not a long time- Gemini in klet 🌱

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KLET IN CANCER ♋:

🌸 "SLIPPERY EXCUSE ME PLEASE ME" 💦💦💦

🌸 "69": BY TEYANA TAYLOR

🌸 YA'LL SEXUALITY IS LIKE I JUST WANT TO LOVE YOU

🌸 ITS GIVING VERY SENSUAL AND CUTE

🌸 MOTHERING TYPE

🌸COULD COME OFF AS CUTESY OR INNOCENT THIS COULD BE APART OF YOUR FEMININE SEXUAL ENERGY

🌸 YALL LIKE YOUR BOOBIES SUCKED ON

🌸 NIPPLE STIMULATION 😮‍💨

🌸 VERY BEAUTIFUL SEXUAL ENERGY AND MOON LIKE

Channeled Songs:

💗your vagina may look very moist

💗fertile looking ?

💗pretty p*ssy fr fr

💗 may get a lot of compliments on how wet it is

💗 may get stimulated when you have an emotional connection with your partner

💗 you definitely don't like casual sex / one night stands

💗 breeding kink ??

💗you might get alot of men who try to get you pregnant on purpose

💗 yall can be freaks ONCE YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE

💗 69 ??

💗 your womb wants to have sex with men who feel like home

💗 p*ssy fairy 🧚‍♂️

💗 typical for yall to have sex with someone you see yourself being married to and having kids with

💗 clit gets stimulated by foreplay & touch ☝🏽

💗they can get turned on when they are able to nurture their partner

💗 Cancerians need someone they feel emotionally secure with but they really are very sexual and once they feel comfortable with you anything you do is a turn on 😫😮‍💨

( this my placement btw)😁💓

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KLET IN LEO ♌:

🐱RAW SEXUALITY

🐱BIG CLIT QUEEN ENERGY 👑

🐱 YOU MAY GIVE OFF PORN STAR VIBES THATS NOT A BAD THING PEOPLE MAY JUST SEE YOU AS VERY BEAUTIFUL AND ATTRACTIVE

🐱 YALL HAVE A PRAISE KINK FASHO

🐱 HAIR PULLING AND A** SLAPPING

Channeled Song:

Private Show - T.I.

💛CASUAL SEX

💛LIKES FLIRTING

💛DEFINITELY GOT SIDE PIECES

💛GOLDEN P*SSY

💛 VERY SHINY & WARM VAGINA

💛 DEFINITELY BEAUTIFULLLLLL

💛 LET THE SUN HIT YOUR VAGINA SINCE LEO IS RULED BY THE SUN

💛YALL HAVE VERY PASSIONATE

💛 yall need to be praised perioddd

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KLET IN VIRGO ♍:

💙 "THIS P*SSY BOUGIE, THIS P*SSY DONT DO NO FAVORS"

💙 VIRGO VIRGO VIRGO YALL HAVE A VERY WHOLESOME SEXUALITY

💙 LIKE I WONT HAVE SEX WITH YOU UNTIL I KNOW YOUR CLEAN AND HAVE NO STDS

💙BUT IF YOU PROVE TO THEM YOU ARE YOU CAN EXPECT THEM TO REALLY PLEASE YOU 😌

💙VIRGO IS ALL ABOUT SERVICING OTHERS BUT THEY ARE VERY ANALYTICAL ABOUT WHO THEY GIVE THAT SERVICE TO

💙THEY CAN COME OFF AS RESERVED THEREFORE EITHER IT'S LIKE THEY ARE THE ONE THAT CANT BE TOUCHED

Channeled Song

💮ITS TIGHT AND RIGHT

💮 HIGH MAINTENANCE

💮DEFINITELY A PAMPERED KITTY

💮 YALL PARTNERS DEFINITELY LIKE TO DO THE SMALL THINGS TO PLEASE YOU

💮LIKE KISSING YOU AND MAKING SURE YOUR OK

💮 YOU ALSO TAKE CARE OF YOUR PARTNER

💮 CONNECT TO EARTH .

💮YOU MAY GET TURNED ON WHEN YOU SEE YOUR PARTNER WORKING HARD TO PLEASE YOU

💮 A LOT DAILY SEX TOO💛

💮sex could calm the nerves for ya'll

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KLET IN LIBRA ♎:

🖤THIS IS THE TYPE OF SEXUALITY WHERE YOUR JUST BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE THATS THE VIBE YOU GIVE OFF

🖤 PEOPLE COULD APPROACH WHEN YOU SHOW OFF YOUR FEMININE SIDE

🖤 VERY PRETTY DOWN THERE

🖤 MAYBE PINK OR JUST AN EVEN TONE

🖤 YOU ATTRACT A LOT OF PEOPLE IN GENERAL

🖤IF YOUR LOOKING JUST TO BRING IN SEXUAL PARTNERS EMBODY YOUR LIBRA ENERGY

Channeled Song

🤎 whenever you have sex with partners they probably feel like your yoni is perfect

🤎equal give and take in the bedroom

🤎 I feel like yall get stimulated by a beautiful environmental and feeling appreciated

🤎depending on what degree/house klet is in could give more insight because libra is such a balanced sign

🤎 you don't like it too slow or too fast just in middle to enjoy the act, may be into a lil rough stuff tho....👀

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KLET IN SCORPIO ♏:

❤️ DARK AND SULTRY SEXUAL ENERGY

❤️ FIERY & PASSIONATE

❤️ YALL WANT TO FEEL CONNECTED AND INTENSE DEVOTION

❤️SOME MIGHT SEE YOU AS A MYSETERY OR WONDER WHAT SEX WITH YOU IS LIKE

❤️ SEX WITH ME - RIHANNA IS YALL CHANNELED SONG 💋💦

❤️TABOO/ SEX MAGIC THINGS LIKE THAT

❤️ IF LILITH IS ASPECTJNG THIS YOU MIGHT FEEL EVEN MORE DARKER OR ASHAMED FOR YOU SEXUALITY

❤️ LIKE ARIES PARTNERS MAY EITHER BE INTIMIDATED OR THEY COULD BE INTRIGUED

❤️ DEFINITELY MIGHT HAVE STALKERS AFTER YOU HAVE SEX WITH THEM

Channeled Song

🍒HIGH SEX DRIVE AND CAN EASILY REACH AN ORGASM

🍒DEVOTION IS HOW YOU TURN THESE PEOPLE ON

🍒 BDSM??

🍒KINKS??

🍒RED & PINK HUE TO THE VAGINA

🍒 WET & HOT BECAUSE SCORPIO IS WATER AND OF COURSE HOT BECAUSE THE ORGINAL PLANET IS MARS

🍒 I FEEL LIKE PEOPLE WILL LOOK AT YOU AND KNOW THAT THEYLL BE ADDICTED TO YOU

🍒 IN WORST CASE SOME COULD BE ADDICTED TO STIMULATION

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KLET IN SAGITTARIUS ♐:

🤍BDE

🤍 I FEEL LIKE YOUR SEXUAL ENERGY EXPANDS AS YOU LEARN

🤍 THE MORE YOU RECIEVE BLESSINGS THE MORE YOU ATTRACT SEXUAL ENERGY

🤍 YOU COULD REALLY BE BLESSED WITH GOOD COOTIE CUZ JUPITER IS HERE AND YOIR CONSTANTLY RECIEVEING

🤍 YOU MIGHT HAVE A BIG CLIT

Channeled Song

🍇 I FEEL LIKE YALL HAVE WATER

🍇MIGHT NOT BE AS TIGHT

🍇 OUTIE

🍇 JUICY & FAT

🍇GETS STIMULATED THROUGH AN ABUNDANCE OF FOREPLAY

🍇 I THINK THESE ARE THE TYPE OF PEOPLE WHERE THEY NEED A LOT TO GET PLEASURE 😌

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KLET IN CAPRICORN ♑:

🌳 BDE

🌳 daddy energy

🌳I feel like you get turned on when there is a chase to get you

🌳 you may attract partners who have to work to get you

🌳people feel like they have to do what you say

Channeled Song

💐 gets turned on when you see your partner working hard to please you, and when they put in time & effort

💐you may be very determined in the bedroom to please your partner

💐 your vagina may look very intimidating ( take it as it resonates)

💐 very pretty 😺

💐a force to be reckoned with

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KLET IN AQUARIUS ♒:

👾 you or your partners may be very spontaneous & eccentric

👾 random outbursts of horniness

👾kinky

👾 people may feel like sex with you is different and unconventional

👾raw & real

Channeled Song:

Tumblr wouldn't let me use anymore audio, so here's a link!

S&M - Rihanna

👽your clit gets stimulated when you feel free and on edge

👽you feel sexy when you can be you unapologetically

👽there might be a shocking factor to how your vagina looks

👽 maybe ethereal or something like that

👽open-minded and willing to try new things

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KLET IN PISCES ��:

🔮 YOUR FEMININE SEXUAL ENERGY COMES OFF AS MYSTICISM, and dreamy.

🔮 people could feel you have healing energy to you and they may feel deeply connected when you have sex

🔮 sex feels emotionally connecting

🪄 your vagina may look dreamy/ enchanting

🪄 since pisces is a water sign you could have a ocean down there 🤭

🪄 you get turned on when you feel spiritually connected to your partner

🪄 you may also enjoy role play

🪄 unconditional love is how you get stimulated

Channeled Song:

P*ssy fairy- Jhené Aiko

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