#but thats the hard part how much edge is too edge

[starrysharks]

writing 5 page encyclopedias on my ocs and their stupid backstories is so fun but writing the story itself oooooh i can't stand the writing the story itself

[enhaflixer]

HARD HOURS : Soft Dom! Sunghoon. Early in the morning. Thats it

cw: Explicit mentions, fluffy, smut, overstimulation wc: 1.2K AN: This is the post to THIS ask! TL: @naurwayyyyy @ziiao @cupiddolle @vrusha01 @beariegyu

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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden hues over the bedroom. The world outside was just beginning to wake, birds chirping lightly, but inside, all was still—except for you.

You were awake before him, heart pounding as your thighs clenched together, the warmth of the sheets suddenly suffocating. You’d tried to fall back asleep, but the ache between your legs was impossible to ignore. And with Sunghoon lying right there, his bare chest rising and falling steadily, lips slightly parted in sleep, how could you resist?

You shifted restlessly, rolling onto your side, then onto your back, then back again. The movement was enough to stir Sunghoon from his sleep, a low hum escaping his throat as his brows furrowed slightly. His lashes fluttered, but his eyes remained closed, his expression soft, unfocused, still caught in the hazy grip of sleep.

"Mmmh… why are you moving so much?" he mumbled, voice thick, slurred with exhaustion. His words blended together, barely coherent as he buried his face deeper into the pillow, his breath warm against your skin.

You hesitated for a second before whispering, "I’m so horny."

A sleepy groan left him, his body shifting just slightly, but his limbs felt heavy, as though he was still being dragged back under. His lips parted slightly, a sigh escaping as his fingers weakly searched for you, brushing against your hip before curling around your waist, pulling you into his warmth.

"Mmm… baby…" His voice was low, barely above a murmur, words laced with drowsy affection. His hand found your back, sliding up slowly before he tugged you just a little closer. "Come here… come kiss me first," he murmured, his voice still laced with sleep. His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers pressing into your skin with more purpose as he pulled you closer. "Let me help you… let me touch you, but kiss me first please."

Your heart skipped a beat, warmth spreading through your chest. Slowly, you leaned in, pressing the softest kiss to his lips. At first, he barely responded, too lost in his sleep-heavy daze. But then, a quiet hum vibrated against your mouth, his lips parting just enough to capture yours in a slow, languid kiss.

His fingers found their way to your cheek, cupping it firmly, his thumb brushing over your skin before tilting your chin upward. The kiss deepened instantly, Sunghoon's grip tightening, his dominance slipping through the cracks of his exhaustion. He exhaled sharply against your lips, fingers sliding down your neck, then gripping your jaw.

"You're impatient, aren’t you?" His voice was heavier now, laced with amusement but firm. "Waking me up like this… acting like such a needy little thing."

His other hand pressed firmly against your lower back, forcing you even closer as his lips trailed along your jaw, down the column of your throat, before sinking his teeth lightly into your skin. His grip on your waist tightened when you whimpered, a deep chuckle vibrating against your neck.

"I’ll take care of you, but you’re going to be good for me, yeah?" he murmured, his breath hot as his hands roamed lower, fingers teasing along the edge of your panties before slipping inside. "So wet already… you really can’t wait, can you?"

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as his fingers found your clit, circling it with slow but firm strokes. He watched your reaction through heavy-lidded eyes, drinking in every little tremor of your body beneath him.

"That’s it," he murmured, his voice dripping with control. "Let me hear you, baby. Don’t hide from me."

His movements became more deliberate, fingers sliding deeper, curling just right, pushing you closer to the edge. His free hand grabbed your wrist, pinning it above your head when you tried to grip onto him for stability.

"Stay still," he ordered softly, his lips grazing over yours. "I want to feel you lose control."

You writhed beneath him, every nerve ignited under his touch. He didn’t let up, his strokes steady and calculated, teasing you just enough to keep you desperate, but never quite giving you the release you craved.

"You want to come, don’t you?" he taunted, his smirk pressing into your shoulder as he dragged his lips across your skin. "Say it. Beg me for it."

"Please, Hoon," you whimpered, arching into his touch. "Need you…"

His hand left your wrist, fingers tilting your chin up again so you were forced to meet his gaze. His eyes burned into you, dark and unwavering.

"Good girl," he praised, shifting to position himself between your legs. He pressed into you slowly, deliberately, groaning as he sank fully inside.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his grip on your hips tightening as he bottomed out. "So tight… so perfect for me."

His thrusts started slow but deep, filling you completely with each precise movement. He controlled the pace, dragging it out, making sure you felt every inch of him before pulling back and doing it all over again. Your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to urge him faster, but he only chuckled, gripping your thigh roughly to keep you still.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice low and filled with satisfaction. "So desperate to take more."

He set a punishing rhythm, snapping his hips into you with controlled intensity, each thrust angled to hit that perfect spot. His hand slid between your bodies, fingers rubbing tight, fast circles against your clit. The pressure was relentless, your body jerking beneath him as the pleasure became almost unbearable.

"Hoon—too much," you whimpered, legs trembling.

His lips ghosted over your ear. "No, sweetheart," he whispered, thrusting deeper, fingers still working you through it. "You can take more for me, can't you? Be good and give me one more."

Your second orgasm hit even harder, your body shuddering as he worked you through the overstimulation. But he still didn’t stop—his pace remained steady, purposeful, dragging you through another wave of unbearable pleasure.

"That's my girl," he praised, voice dark with satisfaction. "So perfect when you come for me."

When he finally followed, pressing deep inside you with a shuddering groan, he wrapped an arm tightly around you, anchoring you to him as he filled you completely.

For a moment, neither of you moved, breaths mingling, bodies pressed together in the aftermath. Slowly, Sunghoon let out a satisfied sigh, pulling out of you with care before collapsing beside you.

His arm immediately wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest as his lips pressed a lazy kiss to your temple. "You okay, baby?" he murmured, his voice softer now, the dominance fading into something more serious, more intimate.

You nodded sleepily, nuzzling into him. "Mmm… tired."

He exhaled deeply, his fingers tracing slow, grounding patterns along your back. "I know. But you were so good for me," he murmured, voice low but sincere. "Always so good for me."

A small smile tugged at your lips, warmth filling your chest as he held you close. "Worth it."

He sighed, his lips pressing against your forehead, the tension in his body easing. "Yeah… worth it. Now sleep, baby. I've got you."

And with that, he kept you safe in his arms, the morning sun spilling into the room as exhaustion finally pulled you both under.

[ctrlhope]

Lily pleaseeee share your favorite ot7 hybrid fics, i can’t find any 😭😭😭😭

OMGGGG BB YOUVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE OKIEEE I LOVE OT7 FICS REAL BAD

I’ve been reading hybrid fics p much since I started reading bts fanfics so… I can hook u up dastardly style 🤩 links under the cut <33

so before I start listing ima be so fr and say I like most of my hybrid fics verryy formulaic. i p much only ready hybrid bts x human reader and I really enjoy the whole plot of ‘y/n inherits bts and doesn’t know what to do!’ Or ‘y/n sees 7 hybrids at the shelter who need help and doesn’t know what to do!’. It feels sooo chicken noodle soup to me and it feels good for my soul <33 so I hope these fics feel like chicken noodle soup for u too and that you love them as much as I do <33

Series

Abundance ✰ @angelicyoongie

HYBRID CLASSIC FICCCC actually one of the first hybrid fics I think I ever read?? Def the first hybrid ot7 which is kinda crazy 😭 perfect chicken soup for the soul <33 probably the basis for the way I like hybrid fics I read formatted now!! you can really see how the authors writing grew with this fic. Was the fic that made me fall in love with hybrids, actually. I love all of her work so bad man [last updated: 10/4/24]

Trouvaille ✰ @spookyserenades

on my main recs list for a REASON!!! MODERN OT7 CLASSIC FIC!!! if you like the slowest of burns… you’ll enjoy this fic heavily. once again my favourite chicken-soup style so I can’t help but recommend it <33 I have… so many words id like to say about coyote jimin and hoseok… but I will remain silent for my own dignity 😔love all of her work terribly <33 [last updated: 8/17/24]

SeVen Uncaged ✰ @/missing_min_meowmeow (ao3) and @/polaritae (ao3)

two part series (first half completed, second half not) detailing the difficulties of adopting 7 hybrids reader was completely unprepared for 🙂‍↕️ YESSS MA’AM!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!! I love how this fic goes into the details of how difficult mentally and physically this kind of change would be for the hybrids. I love the characterisation of each of the boys. I LOVE IT!!!! pls give this series a chance it is so definitely worth it even though it’s unfinished. A love it terribly, in its entirety. I LOVE FLAWED CHARACTERS!!! [last updated: 9/11/23]

Restitution ✰ @/cloudtea (ao3) @cloudteawrites (tumblr)

like I said I REALLY like fanfics where reader comes into a bunch of hybrids and has to deal with the consequences 😭 that being said, this has exactly everything I love in a hybrid fic, I absolutely love the concept, and the stories of where each of the guys came from before. THIS is exactly what I mean when I say a chicken soup fic— warm and comforting. Hopefully the author will come back to it someday <33 it’s so good even though it’s just the beginning [last updated: 4/19/21 — permanent hiatus]

Loving You Isn’t Hard to Learn ✰ @/arduouslove (ao3) @arduouslove (tumblr)

MANNN ITS SO WARM AND COMFORTING!!! like,, i know i keep saying chicken soup and IM SORRY BUT THATS WHAT THESE ARE FOR ME!!! I absolutely adore the concept of a motel for hybrids to go when they need help. And I really love the development we’ve seen so far between Hoseok and jimin. Another fic that was left at the beginning, but truly lovely. Another one I hope the author updates again someday <33 [last updated: 03/07/23]

Still Life ✰ @/king_myg (ao3)

OKAY NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS IS ACTUALLY LIKE,,, ONE OF MY FAVOURITE HYBRID FICS IVE READ!! The concept behind it is just so,, intriguing. It’s a yandere fic, so it has that edge to it but the way jungkook just *is* is so…. No you actually just have to read it to understand. I love this fic sooo bad actually. And Yoongi who pretends not to be a hybrid… and!! I really can’t express in words how exciting this was for me to read. I can’t wait to see how the rest of the guys relationships develop with the reader. [last updated: 5/22/24]

Home Calls the Heart ✰ @anonnie-in-wonderland

verryyy cute ot7 fic <33 the first chapter just feels very warm and soft. its adorable how tae wants to 'adopt' a human for his family even though he doesn't quite understand the repercussions of it [last updated: 12/17/22]

About love ✰ @mochiimac

One of my favourite tropes of reader coming into hybrids and them all hating each other right off the bat!! The writing style feels so safe too <33 [last updated: 04/24/3]

A Hundred Percent Human ✰ @/wrienne (ao3) @wrienne (tumblr)

Another CLASSIC ot7 hybrid fic!! I remember reading the first few chapters before I took a break from fanfics back in the day. Each of the characters (bts memebers) are so interesting and I love the personalities the author made around them as well as all the world building they did within the fic. The class system was so interesting to me and TAEHYUNG??? God, such a fun and dynamic story!! Highly recommend you check it out [last updated: 7/24/23]

Daddy’s Money Makes the World Go Round ✰ @/That_Author (ao3)

SOOO warm and comfortable. Guarddog Namjoon rlly just wants to keep the reader safe even though her parents are mean. Their relationship (as well as the rest of the guys that come into the home) is just SO sweet n gentle <3 [last updated: 10/28/22]

Oneshots

Secret Story of the Swan ✰ @purpleyoonn

one of the few yandere fics on the list and oh so sweet <33 the way they gently lure reader is so 🥺 and she gives in easily to their charms 🥺 v cute little oneshot <33 love her a lot

Beastly Gods ✰ @lemonjoonah

A CLASSICCCCCC one of the only (other) yandere fics on this list. mostly taehyung x reader w/ implied ot7 x reader ++ drabbles featuring ot7 x reader. I love this fic so much actually you don’t understand. It holds such a special place in my heart PLS READ IT!!

Tangled Hearts ✰ @writersrealmbts

Adorable look into readers life with 7 hybrids <33 truly love how this fic played out and the interactions the members had with eachother and the reader. ITS JUST REAL CUTE OKAY!!!! Makes me all soft nd gushy!! Very cute <33 i love it.

To Be Read / Currently Reading

Kindness ✰ @/angelaronin (ao3)

Stray Cat Strut ✰ @/typhloticharuspex (ao3)

Meritocracy ✰ @/saylilirose (ao3)

The Dog Days are Over ✰ @/mintedmango (ao3)

Redamancy ✰ @/dalgi_jungoo (ao3)

A Sweet Change ✰ @/kagsii (ao3)

Peculiar Pack ✰ @/dollremi (ao3)

If anyone has any reads I didn’t mention comment them or message me them!!

** I’ll update this as I read more / find more fics I’ve read in the past that I enjoyed!! By no means is it complete, these are just the fics I’ve read/reread recently nd enjoyed <33 Currently going through my tumblr likes to see if I’ve missed any <33 ✰ last updated: 01/19/25

Main Rec List | individual/poly hybrid rec list (coming soon)

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Blue Magic

How I imagine the lads men (pre-relationship) react to you verbally enjoying them gently greasing your scalp. A/N: This one is specifically for my black girls and anyone with thick hair who understands what it's like to have to grease your scalp. Also for those who understand what it was like growing up with your momma and aunties brushing your neck, ears, forehead, and inner most thoughts. Getting popped with the comb for moving too much and the dread of knowing they’re about to pull out that hot comb. [Requested by: Anon]

Summary: He was always curious when you would turn down plans because you needed to wash your hair. He never understood why you had Wash Days instead of just a quick wash while you're showering. Since you had a crush on him you took the time to explain how your hair is different from his and how there's no such thing as a quick wash while showering for you. You decided to let him see what all goes into your Wash Days. Now here you were sitting crisscross on the floor in front of your full length mirror surrounded by all your hair tools. You just finished blow drying your hair in four sections and it was a relief to drop your arms and relax them for a while. You hung your head knowing that you had one last step to do before you could lay down.

“Do you need some help?”

Zayne

Zayne would be so meticulous with his hands as if he were actually doing surgery on your hair. He would be so gentle gliding the rat tail comb through your roots and gently spreading the grease on your scalp and slightly massaging as he went. “I’ve never had someone be this gentle with my scalp” You couldn’t help, but sigh however your sighs seemed to come out as soft whimpers. “Right there, scratch right there” he did exactly as you said and felt his ears getting hot in the process. Hearing you moan and whimper out soft “That feels so good” and “wait wait massage right there” followed by the most sultry sound he’s ever heard come out of you.

Nearly halfway through he's standing at attention. His nerves are on edge and he doesn't want you to see him like this. "I’m sorry, but I have to head home I have an early out-patient to attend to in the morning" You turn suddenly making him jump. "We're only half done" Your words came out more whiney than you intended.

You’re a little confused at his sudden need to leave, but you nod and stand to walk him to the door. "I'll make it up to you. Good Night." You don’t miss the very obvious bulge in his pants as he quickly grabs his coat and slips out your front door.

Rafayel

Rafayel is unintentionally rough as hell when he starts parting your hair. “Ow! why are you tugging so hard?!” You smack his hands away opting to do it yourself, but he begs to try again and you give in to those big puppy dog eyes he has. “Be gentle!”

Second time around he’s so gentle it almost feels like a lovers touch as he massages the section of your hair before going through with the rat tail comb like you showed him. You can’t help the noises that escape out of you as he smears just the right amount of grease on your scalp. “Are you always this vocal during this process?” He asks in almost a whisper. You try to turn to look at him, but he quickly snaps your head back towards the mirror, hiding his face behind your head. “It feels good when someone else does it” Another sigh leaves you as he keeps going “Please don’t stop” Once he reaches the last section you end up leaning slightly back into him and thats when you feel something poking your lower back.

Y/N: Raf are you…..are you turned on? Rafayel: You’re the one moaning my name while im doing this! Y/N: So it’s my fault? Rafayel: YES Y/N: pokes it Rafayel: do that again and im calling the authorities

He quickly excused himself out of the room while you cleaned up your mess of hair products.

Xavier

Xavier is hanging on by a single worn thread while he’s greasing your scalp. He can barely make it through the first section before he’s already nearly panting listening to you moan “Thank you Xavier” Hearing his name on your lips like that had him near feral. “You’re welcome” He whispered in a raspy tone. You feel him constantly adjusting his position and clearing his throat while he slowly works his way through the next section of hair. “Right there rub right there” You whimper and he inhales deeply as he does as you say. “Right here?” His voice is low and gravelly it actually sends tingles through your body.

Xavier literally can’t take it. His composure was slipping the minute you sighed his name. He managed you finish the job only to turn and tilt your head back to look in your eyes. The tension was always thick between you two. His gaze bounced from your eyes to your lips and you melted when he whispered “Can I kiss you?”

Sylus

Sylus is outing you right then and there he don’t care. The minute you whimper from his fingers gliding across your scalp he’s smirking. He’s so gentle while he does it you almost forget this is a Mafia Don that you have greasing your scalp in the middle of the night. “People would get the wrong idea if they could hear you now” He teased in that sultry voice of his. You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you that quickly dissipated the second he started massaging your scalp again. “It just feels so good” You whimper again while he slowly works his way through your hair. “I can tell”

He would be able to hold his composure throughout the entire process and by the time he’s done you can finally think clearly. You quickly slip your bonnet on and turn to face him thats when you notice his red cheeks and ears. “You’re never going to do this for me again will you?” You see the corner of his mouth quirk upwards.

He’s enjoying this.

“I don’t mind making you moan again” You shove his shoulder and he just chuckles as you pound your fist into his chest. “You owe me a scalp massage now sweetie”

[norizz-nation]

Max being a smugly little shit entering Horners office knowing Horners daughter is laying fucked out in his hotel room.

Thats honestly so hot 😳

All his 💛

Summary: your father, christian horner doesn’t know that you’re on your knees for a man who’s in his team and somehow max really enjoys the fact that you’re all his and that your father doesn’t know about it

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, breeding kink, praise kink

The sweat dripped down from his forehead to his jaw as his cheeks went red. Groaning with every thrusts. The sight was too hot. Your legs on his shoulders and his sweat mixing with yours. You whined and moaned as you dig your fingers on his forearms. Your head fell back as he fucked you at a hard pace.

This is not the first time he’s fucking your brains out like this. It has been a few months since you’re dating him. But your father doesn’t know about this. You know that he’ll probably go crazy thats why you never let him get the tiniest hint that you’re dating his team driver. Will he get mad? Will he hate you for this? Will his love for max decrease? Are you both making wrong decisions?

“Fuck y/n, baby you look so beautiful” he said breathlessly as he brushed off some hair from your face. You closed your eyes shut and bit your lip as you felt your orgasm building strong. “You’re perfect pussy clenches so well around my dick, you know that right love?" He asked as you just nodded and he smirked devilishly at you. “M-max baby i-im gonna cum nghh!” You screamed out as you felt a tight knot in your stomach. “Me too my love” he said as he kissed your forehead. “Gonna fill you up so good baby. You’ve always been a good girl for me. You deserve my cum” he whispered in your ear as you nodded, whining in pleasure.

The look on max’s face made your cheeks go red. He was eyeing you up and down from the edge of the hotel bed. Seeing his cum dripping down your pussy made him smirk. The pride on his face not leaving for once. He then gave you a quick kiss and got dressed leaving for work before murmuring “so beautiful” and then leaving.

Somehow his grin didn’t leave his face the whole time he was at the garage. Everyone just smiled at him as they saw that he couldn’t stop grinning.

“You look like you’re having a great time tonight max” your father, Christian said as he looked up at him. Max standing in front of his desk, at his office. “Yeah, i had a great time tonight” he said as he chuckled.

He knows that he just fucked you so hard you forgot every other guys names. He knows that you’re all his. He knows how much of a good girl you are for him. He knows how much you love him. Every little fact made his smile grow bigger.

“Alright alright, not be very personal but you must be seeing someone recently max.” Your father asked him, smiling. He just nodded and blushed.

Does he tell him about you? Does he tell him that you’re all his and no one else’s?

Click here for part 2 sweethearts!

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

[literarydumpinggrounds]

Minors DNI 🔞 This is some depraved, freaky deaky shit.. Literally just porn without plot, because I love me some mean Kiri — anyways, come get ya juice!

You were practically panting out your moans, breath fogging up part of your reflection as his hands pawed at your chest. The fabric of your shirt bunched around your collarbone, and the cups of your bra haphazardly folded down to reveal your breasts while he fucked himself into you from behind. His pace merciless, fat cock bullying its way in, and it felt all too delicious with the feeling of his crimson gaze watching you bounce in the mirror.

Your hips are digging into the ceramic edge of the sink, making you push your ass back into him just to escape the sharp sensation of it. The sound of his skin against yours, and the indecent squelch of your weeping hole was setting your skin alight. Maybe thats why you couldn’t stop the sounds from escaping you, eyes lulling back at the way he knew all the spots to make you feel so fucking good.

The feeling of his big, manly hand on your throat brings you back to reality. Your upper half pulled back into him, pressing the entirety of your back flush against his chest while he rails you. Pins you in place with sheer strength. The new depth makes you yelp, letting out mumbled ramblings about his cock being too big.

“You can take it.” he’s nodding at you in the reflection, eyebrows drooping in faux pity as he flashes you that shark tooth grin. “You can fucking take it for me, angel.”

Tongue starting to loosen with your approaching bliss, you can’t stop yourself from nodding along. Delirious on that dick. That familiar coil was winding in your belly, burning hotter by the second until you were cumming around him hard enough to make him stall his hips with a drawn out groan of approval.

It was too good, too much.

The tears rise up, a glistening threat at your lash line as he starts a pace of hard, deliberate thrusts. “Eijiii~.. fuck!” a feral noise tears out of your throat, starlight twinkling and fizzing at the edges of your vision. “s’too much!”

The redhead dips his head back, and laughs at that - so full of jovial warmth and venom. “Awww..” he tuts, a mocking sound, tongue pressed to his teeth as one hand slides from your throat to hold your jaw, the other landing a sharp smack to your ass. “No tears, baby.. nuh uh~..”

“You don’t want our friends to know what a nasty fucking girl you are, do you? Huh, pretty baby?”

He was getting close, balls heavy and aching to do the only thing on his mind. To fill you up, and send you back to the table of your friends as it leaks out of your tired little hole.

“Gonna have to make up some excuse for why that makeup is all over your face..” he moaned, smiling mirthfully as your sloppy cunt grips down at his words, earning you another swat to the ass. Fucking into you with the primal dedication that nature intended, he’s wrapping a thick arm around your neck to hold you in a loose chokehold. Depraved, and unrelenting as he crushed you against the sink with his weight. “You’re such a bad girl, baby. I can feel that pussy milking me, fuck..”

You thanked your lucky stars that the music from the party was hiding your moans, incoherently raving about how good he was fucking you, because you were far too gone to control yourself.

Scattering wet kisses along the side of your face, sloppy and hot with the feeling of his breath, he flexes that strong bicep slightly to give your neck just enough pressure. Just enough that you have to gasp a bit for each breath, soft lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

“You love the idea of everyone knowing who owns you, don’t you, honey? Whose pussy is this?”

His thoughts run rampant at his own words, chasing that high as he uses his weight to keep you from wriggling free. Pressing himself all the way into you, grinding against your cervix with slow, decisive thrusts as he lets out a whining growl. You can barely think as he runs the rough pads of his fingers along your thigh with his free hand, enunciating his question by circling your clit until you’re both coming undone.

“It’s yours. Always yours.”

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

fang i need to see yukimiya with an oversexed s/o so bad

i think about this all the time bc of hypersexuality

tags for some implied religious trauma on mr yukimiyas part and very explicit sexual content. reader is very wanton lol, 18+

it is . sooooo hard for him. the thing is yukimiya genuinely thinks of you as such a warm, kind person. his feelings for you are so deep and sincere and completely removed from any lust he might feel for you. or at least that lust is intertwined with a stronger desire to be gentle and intimate and sweet with you yk

but you are sooooo horny and so shameless and it is soooo much for that poor boy. i do genuinely think yukimiya has like self imposed saving himself for marriage thing. and he's super upfront about it with you from the start bc u so obviously want to jump his bones. he has a very Strong sense of discipline overall.

like the first time you kiss you're just like... all over him. hands in his hair, pressed against his lap, tongue in mouth and he is trying to handle all the sensory input and failing. he has to PRY you off of him and he's so red and he's like no no we can't go any further.

and you pout jokingly but you never push him. you're so sweet about it, maybe a little teasing but that's it. you always express your desires and voice them, always tell him whats on you mind. if you think he looks handsome or sexy or whatever—you'll sort of fidget with the end of your straw and bite and make a comment so unbelievably lewd before moving right along.

you make these like... eyes at him. fuck me eyes, he's heard the term before but he didn't really get it until he met you. you know exactly what you want from him and you're thinking about how you can get it. a little dazed, very determined. always gets him sooo flush.

you brush things off easily enough when he blows you off about it. you're a lot but you're not....forceful or anything. he makes a little face of faux disappointment and you laugh it off and thats all there really is but the longer you date the less he feels sure of himself.

yukimiya wanted to get married young and didnt see a whole lot of purpose in trying to lose virginity to someone he didn't love so he held onto it for longer than most people. that plus growing up religious its just something he was so sure about it.

and he does want to treat you well. marry you. yukimiya is the first guy to ever be such a gentleman to you and he doesnt want to taint that because of his own ...desires. its dirty to him. he doesn't think it's bad when you want things, but it's different when he wants things.

but it gets. harder and harder. you're so forward and you are also so good at touching him (too good) and so attractive already without trying very hard. you could do anything and look insanely beautiful to him but god.

you really don't go farther than making out and heavy petting. but that in itself gets so obscene. the way you space out your kisses, the way you flick your tongue - how your hands slide up his chest and neck, thumb rubbing against his ears, how you carry your weight in his lap, how you use your teeth. you kiss him like you could eat him whole.

when your hand gets on his belt he always loses his sense of reason - only barely tears himself a way from it each time. half-hard and apologetic. eventually you get the feeling that he's not even... it's not like he doesn't want to do it but he's holding onto beliefs he only barely has.

you have to have a long conversation about it i think. give him a peptalk about how you know how much he loves you and sex can be intimate too etc. when he's still resistant to it, you make a compromise. no penetration until he's ready, even if that means marriage. no sex. you think its silly but it helps him make sense of everything.

i think he agrees to this kind of blindly, assuming it will take the edge and tension off. like letting the pressure out slowly so something doesnt explode.

but. once you open that box, you can't really close it again.

so you do everything but have sex. and it absolutely makes him want to fuck you.

its light at first. dry humping while you make out and making him cum in his jeans. giving a handjob or teaching him how to finger you ("for when you do fuck me, someday"). directing him on how exactly you like getting head - on foreplay, your sure hands over his shaky ones as he make him squeeze your tits and guide them into his mouth. tell him the other places on your body you like being touched.

you teach him things about his own body too. or rather, he learns them because of you. his ears get red and sensitive, he likes when you bite his ear lobes lightly.his lips too. likes your hands on his biceps or chest or back, kissing and rubbing his muscles appreciatively. it does something to him. he knows he's attractive but it's... different. it's a nice feeling to be wanted but being wanted by you makes his whole body break into these terrible shivers.

he learns that the tip of his cock is way more sensitve than it should be. he learns he doesn't mind when you take advantage of this either.

he's got a few moles on his body and he likes how you kiss them when you go down on him. on his hip and inner thigh and some other places. likes when you rub up against him in general, when you cling to him during it or when your nails dig into his arms

yukimiya likes how... relaxed you get when you feel good. the first time he makes you cum with his mouth he feels so absurdly accomplished, even more so when you giggle at him and kiss him so full of love.

nothing changes. you go on dates and see each other. sleep in the same bed. but when you stay over at his place now - he's started to anticipate your little escapades.

no penetration. he knows that should mean not getting his dick anywhere near you. but you're persuasive. it's fine, yuu-kun. just slide your dick against me, it'll feel good. you can do it between my thighs, if you want.

the first time yukimiya slides his hard cock through the soft, slick folds of your pussy he nearly passes out. randomly on a date night. it just turns out that way. your hands on the back of his neck, kissing him as it slips through the sticky warmth.

it feels so good. it's mindblowing. it's so unfair. how can something feeling so much better when everything else you've been feeling had felt so incredible? how can there be anything more tempting than what you already do?

but there is. its you with your ass up and your thighs squeeze as yukimiya fucks the plush of them - tip knocking against your clit, catching on your hole, one misstep away from thrusting. the thought haunts him even as he's cumming up against your belly and thighs.

there's a guilt he feels about greed in particular, even more than lust. sometimes you go at it and he just. can't help it. can't help but want more. can't help but shamefully jerk off in the bathroom after you've already done it for a while.

you come onto him the same as always, more now that he's receptive to it but god he can never turn down your advances. even when it'd be smarter to do it. all it takes is his name now, or maybe just you taking his glasses off so it's a little easier to kiss him. it scares him a little, just how easy it'd be to slip up and . take you really. thin threads of control fraying as he gets close and closer to just giving you what you want.

it's Hard. he holds onto it for so long. i think he snaps eventually when you do something very thoughtful for him on a bday or anniversay and he just becomes uncharacteristcally aggressive (not that ur mad) and u have such intense deep missionary. like eye contact, chest to chest, slow rolling of his hips while he grinds into you. it is such a crazy feeling.

yukimiya just really. bends to your whims after you have these breakthroughs. he is so unbearably seduced by you even when he tries so hard to fight but it . god its rough on his brain. shame and pleasure are not opposites for him, that's for sure.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

EDDIE MUNSON HCs Part 2 - nsfw

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you are not safe to bend over in front of this man, he'd grab your hips and hump you until you push him away

will not let you leave his trailer without at least 1 (10) hickey

he's the king of teasing

this man is into medieval roleplay, he likes being a knight saving a damsel in distress or brings dnd into it.

he loves being tied up/ tying you up. it just gives him such pleasure, escpeciialy if there is blindfolding, he loves the idea of you getting to touch him and not knowing what you'll do next, it also makes his other senses highten so he feels everything 100% better

edging, thats all i need to say.

he is big on praise

"that's it baby" "you're doing so well f'me" "take me so well" "atta girl"

he's very vocal, and LOUD. that man will be moaning and panting in your ear, stuffing his face in your neck just sloppily thrusting into you.

he will take so many polaroids, in every position, we're taking his fingers in your mouth, tasting yourself on him/ your tits coverd in his juices, your ass in the air, with bright red handprints decorating your skin.

^later on he'd ask if he can make one of them an album cover but you said no.

he's into worshipping. he'll treat you like the godess you are and make sure to give every bit of you attention

i said he was into praise, but he's also degradation, saying things like

"such a slut, aren't you?" "look at you, you're so pathetic" "get on your knees, whore, show me how much you want to taste my cock"

this mans dirty talk is elite, although he has his moments when he gets totally awkward and stammers, (in the beginning f your relationship) that would made you scrunch your nose and shake your head with a litte giggle,

^when this would happen he'd get really flustered and let you take over

hair pulling.

loves when he's told what to do

he'll deny you of orgasms so much until when he finally lets youvyou're just too weak to even scream, you'll just whimper, and he'll pout like a sadistic bitch.

"is that all you got f'me?"

he can go forever, until you're a crying mess begging to stop, and, the gentleman he is, immediatley stops until you pull him back on top of you

to say he loves watching you squirm and writhe underneath him is an understantement, he LIVES for it

his favourite position is reverse cowgirl with him sitting upright behind you, hearing your ass slap against his lap as his hands find their way to your breasts. he likes this position because he can have easy access to your neck and have you leaning against his chest. all while whispering in the shell of your ear.

mate's good with his tongue

rings stay on when he's fingering you

not a big fan of toys. he thinks he's enough to please you

he'd 100% pull out a joint as you ride his dick. and depending on the situation, you'd either share it with him or get really annoyed because that cocky smirk wants you to be irritated

"what are you doing?" you'd stutter as you pant "keeping myself occupied" he'd answer

after that, you'd ride him even harder, trying to get his attention- that's the only reason he does it. to watch you bounce on his cock so hard just for him

his aftercare is most of the time him just lying beside you lazily, yawning because he'd tired himself out, mumbling that you do a good job and just holding you close to him

but when he's not used his full potential on giving you at least 5 rounds (because you must have been tired) he'd take the best care of you

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[cherryredstars]

hello cherry! i hope you are having a wonderful new year because i know i am.

little info, this is the same slut who requested overstimulated hobie brown. i read it, gorgeous. literally screenshotted it because of how good it was. i need more of it and i am willing to fight with a spear and a shield for it.

so you know like, 70s/80s are when female domination finally was at it's peak? yes so i would like to request a very dominant and MEAN (maybe even older/more experienced though honestly thats up to you) reader. make her mean its hot. not that being rude is hot, but i like women just as much as i like xy beings and i like my women kinda fucked up

thank you🙏

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Slight Degradation, Choking, Penetrative Sex, Facesitting, Face Slapping, Hair Pulling, Sub!Hobie

Summary: Power to the woman.

A/N: So glad you loved it! Hope you enjoy this one too!!

Word Count: 1.8K (Not Edited)

The sound of his head hitting the wall is muffled by his moan. 

His hands grab desperately to your sides, his eyes rolling back when you suck hard at his lip piercing, the sting of pain going straight to his cock. Your hands are fisted around the lapels of his leather jacket, pushing him harder against the wall. Your hand falls away from his jacket, going further down until you roughly cup his bulge. He groans, his head leaning back as your mouth starts trailing kisses against his neck. Smudges of dark red lipstick stain his skin, being accompanied by hickeys as you bite and suck on him. His hips buck into hand as you return to kissing his lips. For a second, he tries to gain control, pushing back on you and fighting your tongue with his. 

Your brows furrow, your other hand leaving his jacket and wrapping the front of his neck. You use your entire weight to push back on him, your hand squeezing his neck enough to make breathing slightly harder. He whimpers when he’s forced back against the wall, quickly losing the battle between your tongues. Your tongue invades his mouth triumphantly, exploring his mouth before pulling away. His lips try to follow yours, but the hand around his neck prevents him from getting far. You tsk at him, shaking your head. You press your lower body against his, grinding your front to his bulge. He hisses, his hold on your hips tightening. 

“That wasn’t very nice of you, Hobie.” You sneer, squeezing his neck tighter before letting go. Hobie coughs slightly, his chest heaving as his breathing comes easy. “A pathetic attempt on your part.”

Hobie smirks slightly, tilting his head to the side. “What can I say, love? Y’make me weak.”

Your hand slaps his cheek, his head moving to the slide before you quickly grab his chin and force his face down to yours. You have a disgusted look on your face, and Hobie resists the urge to whine. “Don’t smart mouth me, little boy. Get on the bed.”

He can feel his cock twitch in his pants, his eyes going hazy as he looks down at you. You scoff, pushing away from him. Hobie quickly shrugs off his jacket, grabbing his white beater from behind his neck and pulling it over his head. He throws it to the floor, looking down as his hands rushes to undo the button and pull them down his legs. His underwear goes with the pants, leaving him fully naked as he rushes to the bed. He throws himself onto it, leaning on his elbows as he sits at the edge. You’ve stripped too, leaving yourself in your bra. The rest of your body is bare, exposed to him. Hobie groans as he looks at your body, biting his lip as you straddle his lap. 

His hands fall to your thighs, squeezing them. Your hand goes to the nape of his neck, massaging the base of his head before your hand grabs a fist-full of his wicks. He winces as you pull his head back, forcing him to look up at you. You tilt your head to the side, your other hand coming up to trace the shape of his jaw. He gulps as your thumb presses into his chin, your face leaning down towards his ear. You blow warm air against his neck, causing his body to shiver. 

“Do you want to make me feel good, Hobie?” You whisper into his ear, your voice dripping with sexual appeal. Hobie tries to nod, wincing again when he remembers his hair in your hands. 

“Yes,” he mumbles, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. 

You smile, licking the shell of his ear before pulling away. Your hands leave his hair and chin, moving to his chest. You push him, making him fall back to his elbows. Your hands fall to either side of his head, your nose almost bumping into his. Hobie’s breath hitches, eyes dropping to your lips before moving back to your eyes. You raise an eyebrow at him, tilting your head again. 

“Good, then be a good little boy and lay on your back at the top of the bed.” You demand, pushing yourself up until you’re kneeling on the bed. 

Hobie is quick to follow your directions, pushing himself backwards and laying his head back on the pillows. You follow him once he’s laid flat on the bed, his eyes glued to your form. Your knees land on either side of his head. Hobie can’t decide where to look, his breath elevated as he looks between your face and your sweet pussy. You smirk, your hand landing on his head to keep his gaze on your cunt. Your other hand slides down your body, two of your fingers spreading your pussy lips apart so he can see the slick dripping from your entrance. Hobie groans at the sight, licking his lips as his mouth goes dry. 

Your hand joins your other on Hobie’s head, tilting it back. You slowly lower yourself, your thighs bouncing the second you’re fully seated on his face. Hobie’s eyes go to your face, half-lidded as his hands come to your thighs. 

“Suck.” You demand, grinding your hips down onto his face. 

He groans as his mouth opens and latches onto your clit, sucking and licking at it. You moan softly, your eyes closing in bliss. You tighten your hold on his hair, a vibration running throughout your body as he moans against your cunt. Your hips buck, his nose rubbing against your clit messily. His breath comes out in sharp exhales from his nose, warming your mound before being smothered with your cunt. His eyes are hazy, hands tightening on your thighs as he laps at your pussy. Wet clicks sound under you, the echoes of his tongue lolling being amplified by the walls. 

“More,” you sigh out, slapping one hand against the wall, the other keeping his head in place as you grind down on his face, “C’mon, Hobie. Tongue fuck me.”

Hobie’s eyes squeeze shut, mumbling against your pussy lips. You moan out when his tongue prods at your entrance, slipping in and licking at your throbbing walls. You curse under your breath, bouncing down on his face slightly to push his tongue in and out of you. The small sounds of skin slapping against skin masks Hobie’s whines, his hands coming up to your hips to glue your cunt to his face. You can tell his tongue is starting to ache by how sloppy it is when he flicks over your clit and tries to find your hole again. Feeling nice, you bring your hand to your clit, pinching at the bud until it triggers your orgasm. 

Hobie laps it up greedily, swallowing it down as he shakes his head to collect every drop. You hiss, getting off his face as your thighs twitch. Hobie pants under you, the lower part of his face shiny with your slick. His tongue peaks from his lips, licking up whatever he can. Even in his dazed state, he forces his eyes to follow you as you go further down his body. He pushes himself up on his elbows just in time to watch you extend your hand, squeezing hard around his tip. He whines, hips jolting as he falls onto his back again. 

You chuckle, letting go of him as you go to straddle his lap. Your hands are planted on his chest, keeping you balanced as you lift your hips. You tease your cunt over his tip, making him breath out shakily. Your hand slides up his chest, slipping around his neck, effectively distracting him before you slam your hips down on his cock. He cries out as his tip hits your cervix, his back arching off the bed before your hand pushes his chest down flat to the bed. One of his hands wraps around the wrist of your hand around his neck as you begin to squeeze, simultaneously lifting your hips and sinking back down on him. He whines at you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your walls suction around his throbbing cock.

You scoff, lightening your hold around his neck. “I just started fucking you and you’ve already gone stupid.”

“You’re. Acting. Like. A. Virgin.” You grit out, punctuating each word with a hard slam of your hips. Hobie only turns his head to the side, breathing heavily as his cock twitches inside of you. 

You laugh meanly, letting go of his neck. You force his head back to the position it was in before, slapping his cheek before grabbing his neck again. You glare down at him, your hips never slowing as you begin to cut off his air flow. His head is getting fuzzy from the lack of oxygen and from the pleasure coursing through his body, whimpering weakly as he ruts his hips into you. 

“I didn’t tell you to look away.” You scold. “Keep your eyes on me until you cum.”

He nods the best he can, his hands grabbing at your waist and squeezing the skin to help him fuck up into you. You moan, rewarding him by lightening your grip on his neck. He sucks in air greedily, gasping and choking on his moans. You can feel your orgasm fast approaching, making your hips just barely lift as you chase the pleasure. Hobie can feel your walls clench around his cock, causing him to moan and whisper pleas for you to cum around his cock. It sets you off, crying out as you slam your hips down on his one last time before your body twitches with your orgasm. Hobie hisses as he empties soon after, lazily fucking up into you to help the both of your ride out your orgasms. 

You breathe heavily, your eyes closing as your hand falls away from Hobie’s neck. You slowly push yourself off of him, landing beside him on the bed. His head is already turned towards you, a fucked-out look still on his face. You smile at him, turning on your side so you lean on your elbow. Your finger traces his jawline, your thumb dragging down his bottom lip. You give his cheek two quick pats before you push yourself off the bed. 

You grab your panties and pants, pulling them on before grabbing your own tank top and throwing Hobie’s leather jacket over it. You walk to the cracked mirror hanging on Hobie’s wall. You ruffle up your hair, swiping your thumb against the smudge of lipstick near the bottom of your lip as you see Hobie sit up on bed. You turn when you’ve fixed yourself up, walking back to him. You grab him by the chin, pulling him into a deep kiss. He moans against your lips, following after you as you pull away. You push him back onto the bed, walking away and to his door. You turn one last time towards him, giving him a moving wave. 

“Guess you weren’t that much of a loser after all.”

I’d let reader top me.

[2-dsimp]

(period is talking im sorry) dear god. the way i need an absolutely filthy marathon with danny for like a week or two.... is danny cool w degrading his darling? does he fuck with a mean mating press? started crying thinking of danny with a darling dressed as if they were straight outta nekopara...

If Danny the boss has a million fans, then I'm one of them.

If Danny the boss has one fan, then I'm THAT ONE.

If Danny the boss has no fans, that means I'm dead.

(i think im now 🫙 anon. if thats cool)

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Cw: NSFW MDNI FEM! Reader Dubcon, degradation, slight pet play, objectification, creampies, cosplay, overstimulation

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“What the fuck… Did you spill soda on my goddamned limited edition figurine? On purpose?”

You jumped, at the words he seethed under his breath. You were wearing a cat maid outfit determined to seduce your shut in otaku. Which wasn’t all that hard to be honest, but you craved getting dicked down in the most degrading way possible.

Danny was always the sweetest, worshipping your body as if it were the holy grail. Loving on every part of you, it was endearing but at times you craved for his cruelty. Whenever he got that cold icy smolder in his sunken eyes, it always made you shiver from how sexy he looked when pissed off.

“Since you want to desecrate my prized figurine…How bout I take my time in getting payment from your body. Maid-chan? Since I doubt you’ve got the money to reimburse me.”

He hissed in a gravelly tone, snatching you up by the wrist to send you scrambling to grip the edges of his desk for support. The Hitman Boss’s expression was heated as he hunched over you. tired red-blue eyes trained on your every facial expression.

While he one handedly flipped up your skirt, a slender finger snapping at the waist band of your panties. Before digging his fingers greedily in the meat of your ass.

And soon enough your funishment began.

“Oi maid bitch-chan. I didn’t give you permission to stop wiping my figurine down, now did I?”

The Otaku drawled out, having you bent over his PC monitor making you put that be maid cosplay to use. By shakily wiping up the soda spillage with a rag while he humped your ass.

“Keep going until it’s spotless. You can at least do that much besides just being a sweet fuckhole for my stress relief yeah?.”

He had a firm grip on your tail which ensured the rocky slapping of his balls against your folds. As he grinded his pelvis viciously against your mound. To make every pump of his cock scrap crudely within your squelching cunt.

“Cmon don’t get quiet on me now! Meow for me, you’re a neko maid right? So you better act the damn part, you dumb whore”

Your hand eye coordination became extremely faulty from the tremors of the impact he left on your body. You pathetically mewed trying your best to live up to expectation but it came out as a garbled mess. And the Otaku wasn’t too happy about it as he trailed a hand down to your chest to squeeze those breasts like a stress ball.

“Fuuuck. You’ve got me so pissed off you know that? Do you think I wanna call you a useless slut every time your cute ass. Can’t focus on anything other than cumming on my dick?”

“You know how I love to praise you baby so why do you gotta make me the bad guy?”

After Danny creampied your pussy till it was dripping globs upon the wooden flooring underneath the desk. It was only then he had forgiven you for your transgressions. After you finally managed to undo the damage you’d done with the cleaning supplies he had prepared at the ready.

The Otaku did feel a little guilty about wrecking you, so he made sure to give you his anime themed snacks and sat you on his lap to stream some episodes of Windbreaker. He didn’t clean you up of course, he was still peeved. So he figured that you could carry his seed inside you. As a reminder to you, should you ever did that shit again.

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。

A/n: if you wanna be degraded the best way would be to piss Danny off since it’d be awkward from the start if he’s of clear conscious. You’re his goddess after all and he’d want nothing more than to worship you like the wonder you are.

[cyxnidx]

HI HI HELLO! I saw ur cat n mouse gamr for Wriothesley and loved the idea so much! I would like to request f! Reader x wanderer (genshin) playing a cat n mouse game as well hehe. And if you dont mind please do write more on the smut part I am very curious on how itll play out 🫢 TY!

CAT & MOUSE 2 !

character pairing: wanderer / scaramouche x f!reader

warnings: smut, degradation(use of 'slut, whore') + a little praise, oral (m!receiving), cat & mouse game, slight bondage (ropes🤭)

a/n: Hi~, apologies for such a late response :(. had to get some sort of inspo flowing. i'm glad you enjoyed, & hope you enjoy this one even more <3.

"where are you, slut." wanderer's tone echos throughout the house.

you're hiding - hiding, being bratty, as usual. getting your boyfriend all riled up, only to leave him to deal with his boner himself.

not this time, though. it seems you've gotten him a little too riled up today.

you slap a hand over your mouth when you hear his shoes against the hardwood floor, hoping he doesn't find you.

now you're realizing its foolish - and your hiding place doesn't make it any better. under the bed, really?

"come out, come out, wherever you are.." he calls again, obviously teasing you. hes so close, so near, yet you don't have sight of him.

the adrenaline rush is addictive. it's probably the main reason you're doing this to begin with. the rush of hiding, and the chance of being caught, and fucked to oblivion?

its addicting.

you notice it goes quiet. it doesnt seem like the wanderer is walking anymore, nor is he calling for you.

theres only one conclusion you can come to when this occurs.

and before you know it, you're yanked up by your ankles and pinned to the ground.

you've been caught.

you fight him, for the fun of it. to give him a hard time, not that you want to win. not necessarily. the whole point is to get under his skin.

finally, he gets you under control, and thats when you notice a rope being held between his teeth. he holds your hands above your head with one hand, while with the other, he works to tie your wrists together.

"scara - let's talk about this!" you whine, only adding fuel to the fire. you knew he wouldn't wanna talk - why would he?

without a word, he throws you onto the bed you once were taking cover under. "not another word, you hear me?" he demands. "say anything more, and I'll stuff that pretty mouth with my cock."

your eyes narrow, analyzing his. lust swirls in his pupils, a gaze of daggers stabbing you. though, despite the betting stare he's giving, you take it as an opportunity to provoke him more.

"well, if you're so bold, do it-"

you're basically cut off at the last syllable of your sentence when he moves you off the bed. his grip is harsh on your waist, and you were on the ground before you knew it.

"open your mouth," he says in a haste, unbuckling his pants and fiddling with his zipper.

"wha-"

"open. your. fucking. mouth." he demands, stroking the bud of precum over his cock as he waits. you let your tongue fall out of your mouth, mouth wide, awaiting to be filled by his cock.

not taking more than a minute, he shoves his cock down your throat, immediately fucking you.

"you," he pants, the warmth of your throat hitting him like a truck. like a pressure he never knew he needed for the minute. "fuckin' slut. always rilin' me up n', shit."

he continues to shove himself down your throat, your gags filling the otherwise quiet house. he grabs a harsh fistful of your hair and your hands go to massage his balls, tempting him to cum down your throat.

his head tilts back. "god, damnit. you're sucha little slut, fuck, taking my cock like a good little girl. mmh, g'na let me cum down your slutty little throat? huh?"

you attempt to moan in response, the tightening gesture throwing scaramouche over the edge, filling your throat with his seed.

he waits for you to finish sucking every little bit off his cock before moving you to the bed. "good little slut, you must like to be used." he mumbles, turning you over on your stomach and arching your back. "g'na treat you how you want, yeah? like the little whore you love to be."

[dreamerwitches]

Full wnk trailer analysis lets go (p1)

Homura with wavy hair fronts. Matches the one from the poster

I dunno about you, but her face looks kinda younger from the side? Cuter? I dont think we've seen anyone else from the side so maybe its just the artstyle and im being silly

The background is pretty hard to decipher

She has a ring but no visible stone or fingernail marking. It doesnt seem like the end of her main hair is wavy. It looks like she's missing the buttons on her front but this may be an animation error or the angle is hiding them

This bit makes me think she's falling down a spiral staircase? Though it doesnt resemble the one later. The gold bits look like banisters. The background gives me a stained glass window church feel

Madoka's home maybe? This is still wavy hair homura

Madoka has no ring

Not much to say. Text in the bottom right says mramasa but the rest is japanese and some numbers. Looks like maybe the power of the fan?

Ibari, number one. Yes its her, the lighting is just pink/red, you can tell cause her blue skin is more purple. To me, it looks like someone is holding her. The light peach parts on the bottom left and right look like the regular animation style. The flowers on the magnifying glass look a little like mami's

Dumb venus maybe? That compact wouldnt close if it had that pearl sticking out XD

I believe this is a homura we havent seen before. The ribbon doesnt match the poster homu from the right. Its brown, her uniform has a white under shirt. Ive seen people theorise this is Manuke, stupidity. The brown ribbon would match her hair colour. Her eyes are more purple than the pink of the previous homura. The colour also matches phone homu from the first trailer.

Ive seen people mention the fencing vaguely looks like oktavia's scales. I think the multiple parts remind me more of her tail. The windows at the very edges kinda remind me of the first scene.

I didnt realise at first but this is homura's wing being broken

Devil outfit has changed. She has a red streak in her hair. Her feathers look fluffier but it might just be the art style. Another red addition to her leg. Her right shoe looks like madoka's. Actually her gloves kinda look like madoka's too

With the city(?) below and the unmoving effects, is this happening during a time stop? Im getting the feeling this trailer (or movie?) has a brown/orange-ish glow to it so maybe they artistically changed the colour of time stop?

With the bright bg and chair colour, i think madoka is with mami (seen later) in this scene. Also i think thats her left hand, no fingernail marking

Rebellion cafe real, it even has the steps leading up to it (though its not 100% perfect... but eh, artistic licence...)

Also, the girl's teacup is cracked. I cant remember the name but it looks like that japanese art of repairing something broken but making the repairs beautiful (repaired witch???).

A stretch, but the napkin underneath reminds me of homu's handkerchief

I thought the lack of soul gem in the ring was an animation mistake but maybe not??? And a dark (could just be obscured by the cup) fingernail marking. It looks like the london underground symbol ToT

Ah the walls dont really match with the rebellion cafe... maybe this is just what cafes look like in madoka XD the single table is still a mirror to it though. I think the lotus flowers are telling.

I wonder if the girl's golden eyes (like godoka's) mean something because magical girls colours usually match dont they? But maybe they've stopped doing that, eh. I like how her glasses are the opposite to homura's, rim on the top.

I didnt realise the thing next to her is a purse, its huge ToT it has flowers on it. I saw someone call them roses to try and say this is gertrud... um no XD have you ever seen a rose???

A stretch but the crockery reminds me of Candeloro's

Its the same three colours

Nagisa has brown scrunchies and her hair is in two low bunches with dark red beads. It looks like her dress is different too

She has the mitakihara uniform and a yellow cardigan. You can see her soul gem ring. The yellow of the cardi and the brown hairbands make me hope it is bear girl......

Girl full of slinkies!!!! The dots around the place remind me of homura's corruption from rebellion (ala on the bus). This is bandaged sayaka

These make me think of candeloro's kiss. I think i can see flowers on the spine too

But the hands together on the middle of the spine is from madoka's rebellion transformation

Walpurgis?

Yes im sure this is the same cafe as madoka was in now. Very pretty

Mami has her hair clip from her magical girl form on the top left of her head. Also could be animation error but maybe her ring is missing the gem

ALSO ARE YOU JUST EATING A SUGAR CUBE MAMI????

Is this the same place from the dancing scene? Doesnt one of the nightmares have an attack like this? So is homura doing it because she controlled the nightmares.

Also they explode with white feathers hmmmmmm. I have the horrible feeling homura would do it to scare madoka

Clearly not the previous kyoko. Outfit is different and more like her original one i'd say. The cake looks like its from the cafe

Also hnnngghhh concept movie?????

Damn ive hit image limit... well part 2 incoming

[meadowfics]

you remind me of someone...

seong gi hun x f!reader x male!OC

when you say something that reminds gi hun of someone he used to know

warnings: the pairing is platonic but romantic if you squint. reader is intended to be around twenty years younger than gi hun. death, mentions of death. the OC is nameless, but he could be ali from season one if you want him to be <3

the room is eerily silent, the kind that presses into your chest and makes it hard to breathe. you've been here for four days now, but it feels like a lifetime. 

the cold metal walls, the dull hum of the overhead lights, the lingering scent of sweat and fear…it's all becoming too familiar and you hate how you are getting used to it. you sit on one of the lower bunks, your knees pulled to your chest, eyes scanning the room filled with faces both terrified and hardened. 

people are mingling in groups now, alliances forming out of necessity rather than trust.

it still plays over in your mind…the red light, green light game. the giant doll’s twisted face, its mechanical eyes scanning the field. the way it turned so slowly, calling out "green light" before its head jerked back around, "red light"... and then the sound of gunfire. 

you hadn't fully believed the man, gi-hun, when he shouted warnings about moving on anything thats not green light. 456’s voice had cracked, laced with panic, but something about it struck you. 

maybe it was the raw fear in his eyes, the desperation. or maybe you just wanted to believe someone in this nightmare where you shouldn’t believe people at all.

"you saved me back there," you had said quietly to him after the game, when the chaos had thinned and people started realizing what they had signed up for.

he had looked at you, surprised, his face streaked with dirt and sweat. 

"i didn't do much. just... didn't want to see more people die."

"still. thank you."

that small exchange had been enough to tether you to him, even if only loosely. now, on day four, you found yourself part of his group. there were five of you…gi-hun, young-il, jung-bae, jun-hee, dae-ho, and you. they had accepted you without much question, which was rare around here. 

people had started to realize that anyone could be a threat.

young-il, one of the older men, sat next to you now, fiddling with a piece of bread from his rations. the man’s face was lined with age, but he still looked a little younger. 001’s eyes held a sharpness, a kind of wisdom that made you feel slightly safer.

you glanced at gi-hun across the room, where he sat talking quietly with dae-ho. he caught your eye for a brief second, giving you a soft, almost sad smile. there was something in his look that made your chest ache…a mix of fear, determination, and something else you couldn't quite place.

the six-legged game still haunted you. the grotesque way the players had been strapped together, forced to rely on each other completely. if one leg failed or someone messed up on a game, you died if you didn’t finish on time.

"so, what’s your story?" young-il asked suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts.

you hesitated, fingers tightening around your knees. 

"nothing special. just... debts."

"that’s everyone here," he chuckled dryly.

"yeah, but i don’t feel like telling everyone exactly what i owe or why," you said, your tone sharper than intended. you sighed after, feeling bad. 

"sorry. it’s just…."

"understandable." he nodded, his eyes softening. 

"just know, gi-hun and anyone else right here… we’re not here to stab anyone in the back."

you offered a small smile, grateful but still guarded. 

"thanks. i’ll try to remember that."

gi-hun made his way over, sitting down beside you and young-il, his presence was calming in a strange way. he was rough around the edges but seemed to genuinely care about people, which was rare here.

"they’re watching us now," gi-hun said quietly, his eyes flicking toward one of the many black cameras mounted on the walls. 

"then we should give them a good show," you joked lightly, though your heart wasn’t in it.

gi-hun chuckled softly. "yeah. maybe one where we all make it out."

you didn’t respond, the hope in his voice too painful to touch but your hand brushed against his for a moment, barely there, before you pulled it back. 456’s eyes met yours, a flicker of something deeper passing between you. in this place, with death around every corner, neither of you said anything about it.

later on before lights out, after everyone was served ‘dinner’, the boiled egg sat heavy in your palm, untouched, its warmth fading as your fingers curled around it. the dim lights overhead cast long shadows across the barracks, where the others sat in their own corners, eating in silence or whispering low conversations. 

the thin glass of water by your side barely seemed enough to wash down the lump in your throat.

you stared at the egg, your mind distant. it wasn’t about the food…if anything, the hunger poked at your insides…but the sight of it brought back something heavier. memories. 

you and your brother, sitting in your tiny apartment’s kitchen after your parents died, boiling eggs together because it was the only thing left to eat. somehow, it had become your little ritual. the both of you cracking the shells, peeling them messily, and laughing about how something so simple could taste so good. 

now, just looking at the egg made your chest ache.

“you gonna eat that?” dae-ho’s voice cut through the fog in your mind. he stood over you, eyeing the egg with raised brows, his own finished quickly like he wasn’t sure when his next meal would come.

you blinked, forcing yourself back into the present. “yeah,” you mumbled, trying to make your voice steady. 

“just… not yet.”

he shrugged and dat back down beside jung-bae, but another pair of eyes lingered on you. gi-hun. he sat across from you, holding his own half-eaten egg, but his attention was on your face, not the food. 

you tried not to meet his gaze, but it was impossible to ignore. there was something in his eyes, something gentle, and understanding. it made it harder to keep your walls up.

he didn’t say anything right away. instead, he leaned in a little, his voice low so the others wouldn’t hear. 

“you okay?” he asked, soft but sincere.

you swallowed hard, feeling the sting of tears building behind your eyes. you shook your head, trying to will them away. 

“it’s nothing,” you whispered.

gi-hun didn’t let it go. he set his egg aside and moved closer. “come on. you don’t have to say much, but… i can see it. you’re not okay.”

the tears slipped before you could stop them, a few falling onto your lap. your fingers tightened around the egg. maybe it was the exhaustion or how his voice sounded so real and not like everyone else’s here, but something in you cracked open.

“my brother,” you whispered, your throat tight. 

“this stupid egg… ha– it reminded me of him.”

gi-hun’s expression softened even more, his head tilting slightly. 

“what happened to him?”

you hesitated, but for the first time since the games started, you felt safe enough to tell someone.

"he… he went missing. almost three years ago now.” your voice trembled as you spoke. “i woke up one morning to a text from him, saying he was going on a trip for a few days. overnight, maybe longer but then… nothing. no more messages. no calls. he just… disappeared.”

gi-hun was silent, listening intently, his brows furrowed.

“i thought maybe he ran away. he had a lot of debt, more than me even. i figured maybe the loan sharks finally scared him off. but… he wouldn’t have left without saying more. he wouldn’t have just… left me like that.” your fingers curled tighter around the egg until you felt the shell start to crack.

“you tried to find him?” gi-hun asked gently.

you nodded, tears sliding down faster now. “i hired private investigators. took out loans just to pay them, but they found nothing. no traces. no body. nothing. it was like he never existed.” your voice broke, and you let out a shaky breath. 

“and now i’m stuck here, trying to pay back those loans and all the other debt i racked up… all because i just wanted to find him.”

gi-hun was quiet for a long moment before he finally spoke. 

“he sounds like a good brother to you,” he said softly.

you realized he wording. gi hun says ‘sounds’ and not ‘sounded’ like others would’ve. 

“he was,” you replied, your voice filled with grief and love. 

“he always used to sing this phrase, ‘the world’s cruel, but we can be kind. that’s how we survive.’” you smiled bitterly through the tears, wiping them away with the back of your hand.

however, when you looked at gi-hun again, his face had gone pale. the man’s body was stiff, his eyes wide in a kind of recognition that sent chills down your spine.

“gi-hun?” you asked, your heart beginning to race. 

“what is it?”

he didn’t answer right away, still frozen, his mind clearly somewhere far away, locked on something only he could see.

gi-hun’s mind reeled, the words echoing in his head like a haunting melody..

“the world’s cruel, but we can be kind and that’s how we survive.”

he had heard those exact words before, years ago, in the first games he was ever part of. it wasn’t just a passing memory.

it was him. your brother. player 152.

gi-hun could still see him in his mind, smiling even in the darkest moments of the 2020 games, clinging to whatever shards of hope were left. he used to sing that phrase softly, mostly to sang-woo and sae-byeok, like a mantra. 

your brother had been a light in the bleakest place gi-hun had ever been in, someone who tried to hold onto kindness even when everything around them was falling apart.

then that moment on the glass bridge which killed him.

gi-hun’s chest tightened, his throat dry as he remembered it all too vividly…how your brother had hesitated on the glass, one wrong step away from falling to his death. sang-woo had been behind him, panicked, desperate. 

gi-hun had seen it happen, seen sang-woo push your brother forward without warning. the sound of breaking glass, the flash of betrayal in your brother’s eyes as he fell… those images had haunted gi-hun ever since.

now, you were sitting in front of him, tears falling silently as you clung to the hope that your brother was still out there. alive even after three years.   

you didn’t know.  

he wanted to tell you. he wanted to explain everything…the truth, the horrible, gut-wrenching truth of how your brother died in these games… but as he opened his mouth, nothing came out. 

how could he? how could he shatter you like that?

gi-hun nearly broke at the realization. his hands trembled as he reached for you, unsure at first, then he pulled you into a hug. it was stiff and awkward at first, this wasn’t something gi-hun did often, not here, not in this hellhole, but when you slumped against him, shoulders shaking, he held you tighter.

“i’m sorry,” he murmured, though you had no idea what he really meant.

you clung to him, the warmth of another person breaking through the cold isolation you’d wrapped around yourself since the games started. 

“i just… i miss him so much,” you whispered, voice cracking.

gi-hun squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight the sting there. 

he would’ve wanted you to survive, gi-hun thought, remembering the way your brother talked about you during the games. how proud he was of you, how much he missed you.

“you remind me of him,” gi-hun finally said, his voice soft.

you pulled back slightly, confused as you tried to search for an answer in his eyes. 

“you… knew him?”

gi-hun hesitated, feeling the weight of the truth pressing down on him. 

“not exactly. but… people like him, they don’t just disappear.” it was a half-lie, but the only thing he could manage.

he noticed something else too. the way your eyes crinkled when you were sad, the shape of your nose, even the way you smiled through your tears. you really did look like your older brother.

the fucked-up part? the games had swallowed him whole, just like they were trying to do to you.

how did it end up like this? gi-hun thought bitterly, pulling you back into the hug before you could see the pain on his face. you felt like the last flicker of light from a life that had been extinguished too soon, and now, you were stuck here…alone, in the same hell your brother had died in.

he wasn’t going to let the games take you too. 

not if he could help it.

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Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+ MDNI, jealous!Ollie, choking, my terrible grammar 😚

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now we all know that oliver is an obsessive lover. that much is clear. he wants to be with you hell he needs it. it feels like part of him is missing when you’re gone. he can’t stop himself from touching you the minute you walk through his dorm room door. the second you enter the threshold his hands are on you, fingers stroking your cheeks, lips on yours. he just cannot get enough.

if he could crawl inside your ribcage and live by your heart forever he’d do it in a heartbeat. having his thick cock burried deep inside you is the next best thing to him. fucking you raw and deep is intimate in way nothing else is. there’s just something so raw and personal about him being the only person who gets to see you splayed out on his bed, your hands tangled in his hair, your soft eyes looking into the icy blue of his own, all while his cock lays embedded within you.

much like felix, he doesn’t like to share what’s his. he won’t. he likes having you all to himself. and he likes being yours. this causes him to get a little (a lot) jealous when he sees you with other guys. if michael looks at you too long he makes sure to protectively place his hand on your thigh, squeezing ever so gently to let his ‘friend’ know that you’re off limits. does oliver see michael as competition? of course not! but he does know how badly michael wanted to be where he is now, his cock in your tight pussy, ravaging you like it was his birthright. of course he knew that’s how michael felt, because thats how he felt during those first few weeks of university after seeing you for the first time. he felt like a horny high schooler with a crush way out of his league (in his opinion). when you said his named for the first time he could have came in his jeans then and there, you were just so beautiful. so, so beautiful. now you were all his.

i wouldn’t put it past him to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you when you get back to the dorms. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, god he trusts you with his life. he doesn’t trust everyone else. maybe he’s a little insecure but all that goes out the window when he’s driving himself into you, his hand grasping your throat- not hard enough to bruise but firm enough to get the message across- he cock so hard and thick that it feels like he may break you.

he moves his hand up to your cheek lightly tapping to get your attention watching the way your glassy eyes focus on him and only him. good.

“who do you belong to, hmm?” he asks, his thrusts never faltering, his cock so deep inside you, you were sure you could feel it in your stomach. “you” it was barely above a whisper, tears of pure ecstasy flowing down your soft cheeks. he needed to hear it, he needed to feel it. he ceases his thrusts immediately, smiling devilishly at the whine that escapes your kiss bitten lips. “who do you belong to, sweetheart? don’t make me ask again.” his hand is back round your throat, a tighter grip this time. you can barely breathe but it brings you so close to the edge. “You! Oliver. Im yours all yours.” it comes out almost like a prayer, an act of pure devotion and love. it was true. you didn’t want or need anyone else when you had such a beautiful man to wreck you and put you back together again every time. he gives you a smile of satisfaction, it’s almost condescending, but by god does it stir your stomach.

“there’s my good girl.”

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[rafecswhore]

More of “that's just the way life goes” pls! Its so good

THATS JUST THE WAY LIFE GOES - part 4 warnings: angst, dad!rafe (cuz some of yall pressed as fuck), tension, unresolved emotions, cursing, slight emotional hurt/comfort pairing: dad!rafe cameron x mom!reader wc: 1.8k

the air still felt heavy, thick with something unspoken, as you lingered on the porch. the quiet of the evening settled around you, the distant hum of cicadas the only thing filling the silence rafe left behind when he stepped inside.

you exhaled, pressing your hands to the railing, grounding yourself. the moment had been too much, too close—like standing on the edge of something you weren’t ready to fall into.

but he made it so fucking hard to keep that distance.

you closed your eyes for a second, willing yourself to push it away before following him inside.

the house was dimly lit, the soft glow of the hallway light stretching into the open living room. you could hear their voices—muffled but warm, familiar in a way that ached if you thought about it too much.

peering down the hall, you saw them.

your daughter was already curled under her blankets, her solar system notebook still clutched in her hands, even as her eyes fought to stay open. rafe sat beside her on the bed, leaning back on one arm, his voice low as he read whatever passage she’d picked for him to go through.

he always did that. even when she was little, when she’d beg for just “one more page” and you’d insist she needed to sleep, rafe would give in. he’d sit there, reading in that smooth, steady voice of his, until her breathing evened out and the book slipped from her hands.

he was always a good dad. even when things between the two of you crumbled, even when the history got too messy, that had never changed.

you sighed quietly, stepping away from the doorway and heading toward the kitchen, giving them their moment.

a few minutes later, you heard rafe’s footsteps behind you.

“she’s out,” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned against the counter. “didn’t even finish her page before she knocked out.”

you hummed, focusing on rinsing the empty glasses from earlier, pretending that him standing there—looking so fucking at home in your kitchen—didn’t send a rush of something complicated through you.

rafe exhaled, watching you for a moment before he spoke again. “do you really think it’s confusing for her?”

you tensed.

“you know she’s not a kid anymore, y/n,” he continued, voice measured. “she gets it. more than you think.”

you set the glass down a little harder than necessary, turning to face him. “yeah, rafe. she gets it. she gets that you weren’t around for years. she gets that we were a mess. she gets that we tried to act like it didn’t hurt her, but it did.”

his jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away.

“she gets that i had to pick up the pieces every time you let her down,” you whispered, voice sharp, cutting.

rafe flinched. just slightly. just enough for you to know you hit something real.

but he swallowed it down, steadying himself. “and i get that, too,” he said, low, firm. “i know i fucked up, y/n. i know i wasn’t what either of you needed for a long time. but i’m here now. and i’m trying.”

you crossed your arms, trying to steel yourself. “trying doesn’t erase the past.”

“i’m not asking it to,” he shot back. “i’m asking for a fucking chance.”

the silence stretched between you, thick with the weight of everything left unsaid.

“i see it in her, you know,” he murmured after a moment. “how much she wants this to be normal. how much she wants us to be okay.”

you swallowed hard. you knew. you saw it too.

“she told me,” rafe added, softer now. “told me how much she misses when things weren’t so… tense. when we were a team.”

that word dug under your skin, deeper than you wanted it to.

because once upon a time, you and rafe had been just that. a team. two kids who didn’t know what the fuck they were doing but were determined to figure it out together.

and then… everything happened. and "together" stopped meaning the same thing.

you shook your head, pushing off the counter. “it’s not that simple, rafe.”

his lips parted like he was going to argue, but then—footsteps.

both of you turned to see her standing in the hallway, sleep still heavy in her eyes, her notebook tucked under her arm.

“can we talk?” she asked, looking between you and rafe.

your stomach twisted.

she was a teenager now, but the look on her face—the hesitant, worried crease of her brows—made her look younger, more fragile than she usually let on.

you nodded, motioning for her to come sit at the kitchen table. rafe did the same, pulling out a chair beside her.

she took a breath, gripping the edges of her notebook like it would ground her.

“i know you guys think i don’t get it,” she started, voice steady, careful. “but i do.”

rafe glanced at you, then back at her, letting her talk.

“i get that things between you two are… complicated,” she continued. “i know it’s not like before. but…” she exhaled, shaking her head. “i just want to know that i’m not going to lose this. that i’m not going to get used to having you both here, and then one day it just—” she swallowed. “it just stops.”

your heart ached.

rafe’s face flickered with something raw, something that made your chest tighten.

“baby, you’re not going to lose us,” you said, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “no matter what happens between me and your dad, we’re always going to be here for you.”

she nodded, but you could see the doubt in her eyes. the fear of false promises, of things changing just when she let her guard down.

rafe leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “i mean it, sweetheart. i’m not going anywhere.”

she studied him, eyes searching his face, like she was trying to decide if she could believe him.

after a beat, she sighed, setting her notebook down. “okay.”

it wasn’t fully convinced. it wasn’t totally reassured. but it was something.

and for now, it had to be enough.

you squeezed her hand again, sending her a small, soft smile. “go get some sleep, okay?”

she exhaled, nodding as she stood. “okay. love you.”

“love you, too,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead before she turned to rafe.

he pulled her in, pressing a firm kiss to the top of her head. “love you, baby.”

she gave him a small smile before slipping back down the hall, leaving you and rafe alone once again.

you inhaled deeply, bracing yourself before turning to face him. “we need to figure this out.”

he nodded, eyes locked onto yours. “yeah. we do.”

the weight of everything still hung between you. but for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel like you were standing on opposite sides of it.

and maybe—just maybe—that was a start.

[writingstoraes]

Hi lovely i absolutely adore your work! Could i please request a charles x actress!reader fic where charles hard launches their relationship after someone flirts with reader? (i hope this makes sense 😭😭) thank you!!🩷🩷

all mine 🪩

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!actress!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: tysm for requesting this, anon! i hope you like this hehe fc is hailee steinfeld! and yes ur request makes sense <3 lmk what u guys think!

about: during your first paddock appearance, charles gets wind of someone else being a little too friendly with you.

yourusername

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yourusername Finally watching my favorite sport live! Props to the F1 paddock club for the banging champagne 🥂

f1thusiast crazy publicity for the team she's going to be supporting

forzacharles didn't she say shes a merc and ferrari fan? ynoscars Yeah but she's apparently visiting different teams and not just those two

ynlover ATE EVERYONE UP! HAVE FUN QUEEN

spiderverses the main attraction everyone's talking about her

ferrariyn Y/N twt in flames there's too many content so much people are trying to interview her 😭

mercedesamgf1 Thank you for the visit, Y/N! We loved showing you around 🤍

scuderiaferrari Looking forward to your garage tour here at Ferrari ❤️

leclercsyn give me a y/n and charles interaction and then ill forgive you guys for all your slip ups

yourusername added to her instagram story!

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc My love's first grand prix and paddock appearance today and I couldn't be happier. To my biggest fan, best believe I'd never miss a chance to brag about you — and I'm over the moon that I get to start today.

Almost two years together and I'd honestly say that seeing you in the paddock has been something I've been looking forward to ever since. Je t'aime, à l'écran et dans la vraie vie, que tu sois à côté de moi ou loin. I love you, on-screen and in real life, whether you're beside me or far away.

carlossainz55 I knew you'd skip the soft launch and do it your way 🤣

pierregasly I will send you that clip every day lol

mercrbr THIS IS SO FUNNY

yourusername What a shame you weren't at the garage when I toured it 😣

charles_leclerc We'll visit it again later :)

scuderiaferrari Love is in the air indeed! ❤️

landonorris Bro don't be mad but she visited us earlier... afraid you'll quote me on Twitter too 🤣

forzasainzz they will never live this down lmao

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yourusername P1 today! Was on the edge of my seat the whole time, but my faith on you never wavered. Truly the happiest when I watch you in your element 🏎️ Couldn't resist not taking the first picture when you showed up on screen.

Love you to bits, my world champ :) Cat's outta the bag now I guess, no more hiding how crazy I am for this man in red (lol)

zendaya Finally!

leclercsyn this is like a dream come true for me

charlieferrari QUEEN SUPPORTING THE KING THATS RIGHT

landonorris Charles just can't stop smiling

charles_leclerc ... Get out

taystan power couple! we love to see it ❤️

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notes: lmk if anyone wants to be a part of my taglist! as usual this took surprisingly long for me to make lolol requests for charles are open <3 lmk what u guys think!