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wettvagina · 21 days ago

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HOW JJK MEN WOULD SEND NUDES 〔gojo,geto,toji,choso〕

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warnings: sexting , cum, cum tribute, dp, masturbation, notes:fem!reader, geto is a little gross, toji can't use a phone, thank you @dontcryskxawng for the toji headcannon, 1st fanfic in a while im getting a little rusty ;P

─── GOJO SATORU

First of all, you don't have to ask Gojo for nudes, he intrepidly sends you them, at the right moments of course. He'd never send you an unsolicited dick pic– only losers do that.

Gojo, however, will wait until the precise moment where he knows your rubbing your thighs and discarding your panties behind the screen to send that raunchy image.

You've been texting back and forth from the hours of 10:00 PM to 11:00PM, an entire hour of tempting words displayed on the screen, but neither of you are bold enough to send an actual image, that'd be expeditious. But, God– were you wet, throbbing achingly against your cotton panties that were practically taunting you with the way fabric brushed against your puffy clit each time you moved.

Your phone in hand, and the other shamelessly down your panties, you laid in your bed, wearing a flimsy nightgown and desperately wishing Gojo was here. But he was across Japan, sent to fight some special-grade curse in some urban town you were too horny to remember.

Opting to use your vibrator, Gojo texted you at the perfect moment, keeping your fingers on your phone like if he had you enticed. He used the right words, texted back as soon as you replied– seems like he was just as horny as you were.

Boy, was that an understatement.

In the sumptuous hotel bathroom he was currently staying at, Gojo had discovered this gigantic mirror attached on the wall near the sink, staring at his reflection which was flawlessly illuminated by a square of white light that encompassed the mirror fully.

His first thought– this mirror would be perfect for taking nudes. And so he did. He was about 100+ texts into it, using words that could only be described as panty-wetting, talking about all the things he'd do to you, how painfully hard he was and how perfect you'd be taking him. Trust me, it didn't take long for his dick to be brushing against his boxers, and when it did, he headed straight towards the bathroom, tugging his shirt up and over his head, pulling his blindfold off and letting his pure white strands fall upon his forehead.

He had his phone in his left hand, tugging his boxers down slightly, enough to let his achingly hard cock spring free, pre-cum dripping from the pinkish-red tip. He hissed through his teeth, rubbing himself once or twice, letting his pre-cum smear along his length, now his entire cock was glistening. He held his phone up, clicking on the camera app, dick resting in the palm of his hand as he clicked record, using his back camera to capture his reflection on the gracefully lit mirror, stroking himself with his large hand, he let out a throaty groan as he smirked and picked up the pace. Downright, disgusting sounds of his hands rubbing along his shaft circled the room and entered right into the speakers of his phone, giving you a vivid, crisp sound of how he's feeling when you eventually play the video.

Gojo didn't record too much, merely 30 seconds, as soon as the video appeared in his camera roll he shared it to you. Patiently waiting for the video to send and for your response, because that's all this was about, the only thing that could make him come was you telling him how good you made him feel, he wasn't selfish, he will always put you before him. He didn't even ask you to send anything back, the simple response you texted him 'omg i just came' was all he needed to finish, shooting creamy white ropes onto the sink and counter, shamelessly moaning and groaning with his phone still in his hand.

─── GETO SUGURU

Geto Suguru is a disgusting man, you knew this. So when you had to leave for two entire weeks to take care of some sorcerer-related duties, you pondered as to what Suguru would do during the 14-day period.

Maybe watch porn? Nah, he's not that type of guy. Buy a fleshlight? You didn't think he knew what that word even meant. Contain himself for two weeks? Haha—No. Jerk off using one of your panties? Possibly.

On the first day when you arrived, he texted you, asking if you reached safe, if you were okay and getting through with everything. Typical boyfriend stuff. He managed to keep himself busy the first day, spending time with his friends, working out, cooking, blah blah blah.

The second day, yes, the second day. He felt as if he would combust, he didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't want to text you throughout the day because he knew you'd be busy, but oh boy was it tempting, he clicked on your profile picture for the thousdandth time that day, staring at the image of you, wishing you were here right now.

He tried to suppress his urges, doing something else, anything else. He cooked himself some udon, cleaned the house, did some push ups, cleaned the house again.

That's where he went wrong.

Maybe it was the pent-up release of endorphins from the workout or maybe he was just too horny, but while cleaning he found his old wallet, he dug through the sections and zippers for loose change or forgotten bills, his fingers touched something and he pulled it out, it was a folded picture of you that he took and printed early on into your relationship.

It wasn't anything bad, far from that even. It was a simple picture that he took of you and liked it so much that he printed it out and carried it with him, you found it endearing, truthfully, you liked how you looked in the picture too.

Then an idea popped into his head. It wasn't a lightbulb moment, there wasn't an audible ding! in his brain but there was a throb in his dick so he didn't think twice about it.

Unfolding the picture he held it with his hand and eventually placed in near the edge of the bed, he took his dick out of the constraints of his boxers, pulling both his pants and boxers slightly lower. His thick cock sprung out and beads of pre-cum smeared on the picture all over your face, which made Geto chuckle a little bit.

He grabbed the shaft, using his reddened tip to smear more lines of white, sticky pre-cum along the picture. He pumped his cock, throwing his head back upon the feeling, he stared down at the picture, your perfect face, how good you looked in that dress you wore that day in the picture, he even imagined how you'd be right right now, naked, wet and ready for him.

The thought only made him throb more, hands vigorously stroking his dick, occassionally his tip would smear against the photograph making him hiss at the coolness of the material. His eyes darted at his phone on the dresser, without thinking, he grabbed it, swiping left at the home screen and clicking record.

The camera was facing the picture of you, his glistening pre-cum shone all over the picture on video, as he stroked himself quick flashes of his entire dick would frequently appear. He groaned and moaned loudly, uttering occassional curses through his teeth, and when he was close, he pointed the lens directly at the picture of you, lining the tip of his cock directly onto your photographed face, spurting white ropes all over the picture, groaning relentlessly throughout it.

He came a lot, soking the picture completely, and a puddle of white, sticky cum was on your face and he still stroked himself while releasing. He didn't stop recording until he was a breathless mess, watching how his cum dripped all over the picture.

The video was a total of 1 minute and 42 seconds long. And when he showered and cleaned everything up, including the picture, he placed the now oncemore vivid photograph into his new wallet.

He heard his phone vibrate on the bed, picking it up he smiled at your notification, 'hey what did you do today without me?' he smirked and sent the video. Letting out an actual laugh when you sent a flurry of messages calling him 'disgusting' and 'a pervert'. Yet you found yourself watching the video more times than you would like to admit, hands reaching down into your panties.

─── TOJI FUSHIGURO

You don't really text Toji, unless it's for something important, other than that, the online conversations you have with him are relatively short, mostly because of him. He doesn't know what punctuation is, uses the laughing emoji too much and sends uncorrelated GIFs. Also, Toji is rarely on his phone.

But on a rare occassion when he's at home and Megumi and Tsumiki are at school, and feeling a little lonely(and horny), he pulls out his phone. Texting you a 'hey'.

Once you reply he immediately calls you, to which you decline because you were currently at work. His face twitches, 'answer' he sends, 'can't i'm at work :(' you reply. You waited nearly five minutes for a reply, watching as his typing bubble appeared and disappeared. 'wen u finished come ovr' he replies, you instantly decipher the message, growing used to Toji's texting style.

You knew what he wanted, and obviously you would go to him when your shift was over. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you, and you wanted it now. A sly smile formed on your face when an idea popped into your head. You slipped away from where you currently were, entering the 'Employees Only' washroom, finding an empty stall.

Once you found one, you entered, locking the door and pulling your phone out of your back pocket, you lifted the hem of your shirt up to your chest, exposing your bra that was too small for you, allowing your boobs to spill out. You snapped a picture, sticking out your tongue too. You send it to Toji and he immediately sees it.

Again, he takes 5 minutes to reply, text bubble appearing then disappearing, 'naught girl😂' he replies, you smile and cringe at the same time at the inappropriate use of the emoji but text back nonetheless. 'send me something back' you reply.

Toji received the text and frowned at your response. Send me something back? Oh! A picture of his dick. Duh! He chuckled with realization, but ultimately frowned. How do you do that?

His phone was small in his palm as his eyes scanned the screen. He knew the GIF symbol was for GIFs, the '🙂' symbol was for emojis, so the camera icon must be for pictures.

He rapidly clicked the camera, and his spread legs appeared on screen, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, before clicking the big circular button in the middle, ultimately taking a blurry picture of just his massive thighs. "Shit." he cursed trying to navigate back to where he originally was.

Finally, he pulled down his sweatpants, and since he wore nothing underneath, conveniently, he snapped the picture and immediately sent it to you.

'toji I can't see anything', was all you replied with because truthfully, all he sent you was a dark blurry screen. Toji huffed and tried again, discovering the flash, he put on the setting and retook the picture, similarly raising the confinement of his sweatpants and snapping the picture this time a flash of light was present.

His dick wasn't hard yet, but he sent it anyways. You received the picture and you reconsidered quitting your job to go to Toji's house, but then you'd both be broke so, you sat your ass down.

The picture displayed his thick, long dick, the tip was pink and laid limp but looked appealing nonetheless, the camera lens looked greasy or maybe that was just the quality of his phone(he has a Samsung Galaxy j2 prime).

You replied, 'omg i'm so wet 🤤', when Toji received the text his eyes widened and his dick twitched, he slipped his hand down his loose sweatpants, jerking himself off a little, enough to get him hard. He felt sticky beads of pre-cum dribble from the swollen tip, making it easier for his palm to rub up and down his fat cock.

He hissed through his teeth, thumb clicking onto the small screen of his phone, clicking to where you had sent him a picture of your boobs, he stared at the picture while jerking off, wishing he was squeezing them, maybe even fucking them.

He came hard, ruining his sweatpants with a large spot of cum. He groaned when he finished, sending you a weird GIF of a glazed donut, chuckling as he wiped his hand on the fabric of his sweatpants. 'Maybe this phone was good for something' he thought.

─── CHOSO KAMO

Choso is shy, especially when it comes to trying new things. Not to mention he's dense, so when you were extremely horny one particular night and texted him trying to coax some sort of arousing conversation out of him, he wouldn't budge.

So you realized that maybe you'd have to be more bold, or straightforward. So when you directly sent him 'send me a video of you jerking off with sound' he obviously replied with a stream of question marks.

Obviously it took some persuading, but you were compelling so he gave in anyway. Choso, on the other hand, was panicking. He had never done this before, the only time he uses his phone to record something is for taking a video of you doing something dumb or trying a new food or at a scenic place. He's never used his phone for this.

But, despite his drawbacks on the situation, he was enthralled— you really wanted to see him that badly that you requested a video of him touching himself? It nearly made his heart flutter and surely made his dick twitch.

So he laid in his bed, got lotion and shifted his wasitband down, letting his cock spring free. He was already hard, but the cold air hitting his moist cock made him even more aware, he squirted a few pumps of lotion onto his hand, grabbing his dick and rubbing the cold, white substance onto it, the lotion mixed with the glossy beads of pre-cum already dripping from his flushed tip.

He quickly grabbed his phone with his unoccupied hand, finding the camera app and clicking record, he panned the lens directly onto his hard dick. He stroked himself letting all the nasty sounds his hands made wrapped around his cock enter the phone speaker, occassional whines would also end up in the video.

Choso's hand was shaking slightly, making the video wobbly and his pants and whimpers grew louder. As his hands moved faster, up and down his lotion-lathered cock he let out loud, throaty moans, gasping loudly when he became close.

He let out a string of curses followed by a chant of your name when he finally came, shooting thick, creamy white ropes of his cum all over his thighs, that dripped down from the tip and slid down all the way down to the base of his cock, even while he came he still stroked himself, panting loudly into the speaker, letting out pathetic whines as he came down from his high.

The video was a total of three minutes, three minutes of pure filth. You had to watch the video with your headphones on, listening to every second. And to be honest you were surprised, you didn't think Choso had it in him, you promised him something back but all he wanted to know was if he did a good job.

You sent him a picture of your soaked through panties to let him be the judge.

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littlegrapejuice · 6 months ago

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A Side Of Your Number | FC43

Pairing: Franco Colapinto x Reader

Summary: You work as a waitress at the restaurant where the grid is having their 2024 drivers' dinner, during which you catch the attention of a rookie.

Author's Note: y'all can't imagine how much i love this one like i was so inspired when i saw the pics of the drivers' dinner that i immediately ran to my f1 google docs🤭 i hope y'all enjoy, this is my 1st time writing for franco!!

F1 MASTERLIST🏎

“Good evening and welcome!” You exclaimed as you smiled at the drivers entering the room.

Everyone walked past you with a smile and went to get seated. The last one of the lot was Lewis Hamilton, who had organised the dinner.

“Hey, thanks for having us.” Lewis put his hand on your shoulder with a grateful look in his eyes.

“No problem, sir.”

“How many times have I told you to stop that?” Lewis sighed as he shook his head. “I’ve known you for years, and I have to remind you of that every time I see you.”

“Usually I do it just to annoy you,” you explained with a teasing smile. “Tonight however, it’s my job to be polite and professional so you don’t really have a choice. It’s the restaurant’s policy.”

“Fine. But don’t abuse the title please.”

“Of course,” you replied with a nod. “Sir.” You almost laughed as Lewis’s lips twitched. “Okay, sorry. I’ll just let you join the others then I’ll come give y’all the menus.”

Lewis did as you said and walked to the table where everyone was already sitting, before taking a seat with his current teammate George on his right while his future teammate Charles was on his left.

True to your words, you were bringing a menu for everyone a couple minutes later.

“I’ll let you make your choices and come back soon”, you told them before going back to the counter to get your notepad and pen.

As the drivers were deciding what to get, the atmosphere was light-hearted and cheerful. Everyone was exchanging their doubts about what to eat tonight, while others were giving advice on the food they were already familiar with. Having eaten there several times in the past – hence why he was friendly with you, Lewis was able to share his knowledge with the people around him. While George and Carlos were listening to his every word, Charles and Pierre were debating about how to approach the recent drama that had been occurring. On the opposite side of the table, another world champion had captured his friends’ attention. Franco, ever the fanboy, was nodding at everything Max was saying while Lando and Oscar had a similar goal as the French speakers on the other side.

As it had been deliberate to have Max and George sitting at opposite ends, the majority of drivers were hoping to get some new comments on the situation without being too obvious. The two protagonists of this feud were honestly aware of that, but didn’t let it show on their respective faces and decided on having a peaceful night.

When you saw that most of them had put their menu down and heard the chatter getting a bit louder, you took that as your cue to get everyone’s order. You felt lucky that some drinks and meals had been chosen several times, meaning that you didn’t have to write too many things. Your way of organising your notes was pretty simple: next to each item, you were just writing the number of the drivers as you knew them all by heart. Soon enough, you were bringing everyone their drinks after you had sent the food orders to the kitchen. Even though almost all the grid was there, you didn’t have any issue in navigating around the huge table that was accommodating seventeen drivers. Starting from the furthest side away from the counter, you made your way up to the other side of the table. Everyone was being really nice to you and thankful for your service, which made Lewis smile as he was glad that your work was being appreciated.

Almost done, you now only had four drinks left to bring to Max, Lando, Oscar, and Franco. Although you were a big Mclaren fan – more of the drivers than the team nowadays, you managed to remain professional. Lewis knew about your preference, but never took it the wrong way because you had once told him that you became a Mclaren fan when he was still with them. Therefore, he had no right to judge you for playing favourites when he was the original reason for that. Moreover, he knew that you were supporting him as an individual driver, whatever team he was on.

You had to admit that you were also nervous to serve Max as the Dutch was really intimidating. However, the smile he gave you when you set down his drink was the most genuine you had ever seen and all your worries went away in less than a second. Finally, you gave his drink to Franco. You didn’t have a strong opinion on him yet. Sure he was cute and had a certain charm to him from what you had seen in interviews, but you still had a hard time judging his racing as he hadn’t been in Formula One for long and had probably been pulled from Formula Two way too early. And despite the points he had scored during his first races, he had crashed several times recently so you’d need to see him do a full season one day in order to rank him as a driver and not only as a person. Safe to say, you were quite neutral to face him compared to the others. Still, you offered him your kindest smile when you put down the glass on the table.

“And this is for you, enjoy!” Despite using your customer service bubbly personality, you were truly happy to do your job tonight and no one could deny it.

Turns out that someone else was now also very happy that you were doing this job. See, as you barely had time to remove your hand from the drink you had set down, someone else’s was grabbing it. You didn’t really register the physical touch as you honestly didn’t mind – it didn’t happen that often, but the other person was surprisingly perturbed. So while you were waiting for them to remove their hand from yours, it seemed that they hadn’t even realised it. Franco, who was the one with his hand around the glass and around your hand, was looking up at you. He blinked a couple times and opened his mouth to speak before following your gaze that was focused on the drink.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Franco apologised as he immediately retracted his hand, letting you put yours back to your side.

“No problem, don’t worry!” You smiled at the young driver before taking a look around the table. “I’ll be back with the first dishes soon guys, enjoy your drinks in the meanwhile!”

Everyone thanked you before they began clinking their glasses together, and once again the chatter got louder. The drivers were comparing drink choices and their tastes, as they shared souvenirs of past dinners. One driver, though, was a bit more silent than others. Franco was currently nodding along to whatever story Yuki was telling about one of his trips, and just quietly sipped his drink. Easy to say that he wasn’t going to remember anything as it seemed that his mind was occupied with something else – or rather someone else. His eyes kept drifting back to you, back facing the drivers as you were organising some shelves behind the counter. If one wasn’t really paying to where Franco’s gaze was directed, they could’ve just thought him overwhelmed from the setting. That was what Esteban had assumed.

“Hey man,” he called out to catch Franco’s attention. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm, yeah, yeah…” Franco mindlessly replied. “All good, don’t worry.”

Esteban didn’t have much time to wonder about whether to drop the subject or not due to Franco’s lack of convincing, that someone else had picked up on the short conversation.

“Franco, mate, everything alright?” Lando questioned, keeping a low voice as to not alert the whole table.

Now realising that he was worrying the others and catching too much attention, Franco sat up before repeating his previous words:

“I’m good, yeah. Sorry, I got a little bit distracted there. Just need to eat and I’ll be energised again, no worries!”

“I see,” Lando replied. “I get you, you’re young and still growing! You’re absolutely not distracted because you got a crush on our waitress.”

“Exactly,” Franco agreed before he processed the last sentence. “Wait– what did you say?”

“Lando said that you definitely need food while you’re still growing,” Oscar repeated. “Even though he’s barely a couple centimetres taller than you.”

“I meant growing as in growing up”, Lando retorted.

“Well, you’re not that much older than him anyways.” Oscar shrugged before going back to his conversation with Liam and Yuki who were sitting on his right.

While Max was quick to replace Oscar in teasing Lando, Franco was experiencing an entire life crisis regarding the conversation that had just happened. Did he imagine Lando’s words? Did no one else hear that? He wondered as he looked around: Esteban appeared to have stopped caring as he was talking with Nico about Haas, and the other drivers sitting across Franco didn’t seem to have paid any attention to him as they all deemed him fine. Franco truly thought he had gone crazy – he probably had. First, he loses all ability to speak because a pretty girl is serving him. And now, he can’t even differentiate his imagination from reality? He really wasn’t acting like himself. Franco was usually the one to flirt and make people nervous, never the opposite – except that one time when Oscar said he was funny in his interviews and that he needed to learn Spanish. He had to fix the situation, no more getting flustered because of eye contact with you.

Safe to say: it was easier said than done, because it was happening again.

As you started to bring everyone’s food, Franco couldn’t help his gaze following your every move. He had to think of something to make you nervous, not him! And now that he was remembering the moment from ten minutes ago, he realised that you hadn’t even done anything special for him to act like that. You were just doing your job and were as nice as the next person, so why was Franco already smitten from a thirty second interaction? He sighed as he tried to find a way to reverse the roles, which was a difficult task for him and proved impossible when you were once again in front of him.

“There you go, Franco!”

Your smile didn’t fully reach your eyes, but Franco could tell it was sincere; and how he was loving it! And did his name ever sound as good as when you were the one to say it? Was he the only one whom you had addressed by their first name? He wouldn’t be able to tell, Franco had kinda muted everything around him until you had reached him. Realising he hadn’t even replied after you had set down his plate, he quickly tried to thank you before you would be leaving the table as you had just given Oscar his food.

“Excuse me!” He called, albeit loudly which made him cringe that he would catch the other drivers’ attention, and waited for you to turn to him. When you did so and looked at him, he talked again. “Just forgot to thank you for the food, sorry.”

“Oh, that's no problem. Don’t worry about it, enjoy!”

“Thanks, again.”

Oh God, why was he so nervous to speak to you? Franco wanted to facepalm at how badly he had handled the situation. You would never be able to take him seriously after that, would you? Not wanting to keep embarrassing himself, Franco decided to start eating before someone would call him out on his actions. However, it didn’t take long as he felt someone nudging his leg from under the table. Franco looked up and his eyes met Liam’s.

“So,” Liam began. “I forgot to thank you for the food, sorry!” The blonde laughed at his own imitation of Franco, which amused the other drivers that had watched the interaction between you and the Argentinian.

“Oh my God…” Franco sighed and put his head in his hands. It was over for him, everyone would tease him and he would have to find a job in another racing category to be left alone.

“I don’t blame you,” Lando said. “She’s nice and she has a sweet smile. Is she your type?”

“She doesn’t need to be his type for him to like her”, Nico added. He turned slightly to be able to face Franco before continuing. “You should shoot your shot as you kids say nowadays, can’t hurt to try.”

“Agreed,” Yuki nodded. “We’ll make you look good in front of her, don’t worry.”

The other drivers confirmed and Franco thought it would be over for now, before someone kept the conversation going:

“Who are we making look good for whom?” Alex asked as he hadn’t been listening, having been talking with his future teammate Carlos.

“Franco”, Esteban replied. “He likes the waitress.”

“Hey!” Franco exclaimed. “Can we not air my business like that? I’m pretty sure we could be discussing other gossip.”

“But you’re not denying it,” Valtteri pointed out.

To that, Franco had nothing to reply for a good minute.

“I don’t like her, I barely know her.”

“Then get to know her,” Liam said as if it was obvious before he took a piece of food to eat.

“The kid is right,” Valtteri agreed.

“Thank you!” Liam was grateful to be supported.

“Lewis,” Valtteri eventually called to his friend who was a couple seats away. “What can you tell us about her?”

“Hmm?” The eight seven-times world champion looked up from his plate, fork in his mouth. He was confused about what he was gonna get involved in as he had spent the last half hour talking with Charles and George, the three of them having been in their own little bubble. He swallowed his food before wiping his mouth. “What’d I miss?”

“The waitress, what can you tell us about her?” Valtteri repeated.

“Why?” Lewis raised an eyebrow, confused as to why you were the topic of the table.

“I think little Franco over here wants to ask her out”, Carlos replied. He hadn’t given his opinion on the discussion yet, happy to just be a spectator and listen.

“I never said tha–” Franco began to argue.

“You want to date her?” Lewis asked, the serious tone obvious in his voice. At that, everyone around the table fell silent.

“I don’t know!” Franco desperately answered, stressed by the fact that Lewis was now getting involved.

“So you don’t like her?” Lewis rested his chin on his hands, to better focus on and assess Franco’s reactions. “She’s not to your liking? Not kind enough perhaps? Not hardworking enough?”

“I–” Franco was at a loss for words. He was truly about to shit himself and disappear from the face of the earth. Right now, he was almost glad to not have a seat next year because he didn’t think he would be able to handle facing the drivers anymore after this whole chaos. “She seems really nice, yeah.”

“She is,” Lewis simply stated.

“And yeah, she’s pretty.” His gaze landed once again on you. Fortunately for him, you were far enough from the table to not hear anything, but he was still able to look at your profile while you were chatting with some of the cooks. To his luck – really? – you had decided right at this moment to turn back to quickly check on how the drivers’ dinner was going and your eyes met his for a split second. Just a smile from you was enough to make Franco flustered again, making him drop the eye contact immediately. You went back to your conversation, completely unaware of what was happening barely ten metres away from you. When Franco realised that everyone was looking at him, waiting for him to keep going, he gulped. “I guess I wouldn’t mind being friends with her.”

“Just friends?”

“That’d be the main goal indeed”. Franco decided to be more confident in himself, and even though he was facing his idol, he had to be tough. “But becoming more could eventually be a great bonus.”

As Lewis kept asking questions about Franco’s intentions for another minute, which the young driver didn’t hesitate in answering, the rest of the drivers were still silent. They were all absolutely invested in the conversation unfolding before them, their heads turning left and right as if they were watching a tennis match. If the drama between George and Max had been the most interesting thing at the beginning of the night, it was now the least of their worries. Finally, the exchange between Lewis and Franco was coming to an end – almost to everyone’s disappointment as the entertainment would stop.

“Fine”, Lewis said as he let his hands drop back to his side and got more relaxed in his seat.

“Fine?” Franco repeated.

“I’ll give you a chance,” he explained. ‘Can’t say yet that she’ll do the same, but I guess you wouldn’t be too bad for her if anything were to happen.”

“Thanks…” Franco mumbled as he scratched his neck. He was still embarrassed that he had to have this conversation about you with the Sir Lewis Hamilton. At least, it was safe to shoot his shot now.

Not expecting it, you suddenly heard the whole table erupt in cheers and got startled as they were probably the loudest clients you’d ever heard in the restaurant. Looking at the cooks in confusion, you then let out a laugh at the drivers’ happiness. You had no idea what was happening, but you were glad that they were having fun. You knew from Lewis that the relations between drivers weren’t always rainbows and sunshines, but it warmed your heart to see them all getting along for one evening.

Debating if it was your cue to go up to the table when the cheers got quieter, you got a confirmation when Lewis called out your name. You excused yourself to the cooks – telling them to maybe expect orders soon enough – and walked up to the drivers with the same smile you had harboured since the beginning of the evening. At first, you had stopped at the table end that had been closest to you, but Lewis actually made you sign to join him at the other end where he was.

“How’re you doing?” He asked you when you were beside him.

“Good, good. What about you, guys? I heard a pretty nice celebration there.”

“We are indeed celebrating”, Lewis confirmed as he stood up next to you. “Toast with us?”

“I’m working Lewis”, you replied with a sigh. You had abandoned your smile and opted for a straight face that you hoped would remind your friend of your actual duties here.

“Just one drink?” He almost pleaded. “We’ll be very disappointed if you refuse.”

You reluctantly agreed – to which Lewis grinned – and quickly got yourself a drink before you came back to stand by the Brit. Thinking that you could treat yourself, you had taken a beer that you were definitely planning on charging Lewis for.

“So, what are we toasting to?” You wondered as you swirled your drink.

“To us: the 2024 grid. To the new drivers, and to the drivers that have been there for years and will still be there next year. But most importantly…” Lewis took his time glancing at his former partner at Mercedes, before his glance drifted to the others that had limited time left in Formula One. “We toast to the ones that won’t be here with us anymore starting next season. We’ll remember them to have been amongst the twenty best drivers in the world, and we’ll remember their meaningful careers. To us!” Lewis repeated, which was echoed by everyone else around the table.

To say you got chills was an understatement. Lewis’s speech was short, but enough for everyone listening to understand the weight of his words. No matter how long they had been in Formula One for, no matter how long they’ll still be here, no matter their achievements: there will always be someone to tell the stories of the drivers that had once reached the pinnacle of motorsport.

You knew Lewis had never taken his position for granted. He had fought to get to it, fought to stay there for the past seventeen years, and kept fighting to keep his place for the future. You had always admired him for his resilience, and you were always one to admire someone whenever they would reach the top step that was Formula One. Therefore, you were soaking in this moment. A moment shared with the seventeen people around you, whom you would never forget.

Your eyes, once again, met Franco’s. You gave him a discreet nod with a smile and slightly tipped your beer in his direction, as a way to tell him that yes, you would remember even him amongst the greatest. He shyly smiled back, and took a sip of his drink to distract himself from the way your eyes were softly looking at him from afar. After a moment of silence during when everyone had stayed quiet as a way of honouring those around them, you decided to fall back into your work persona.

“Not that I hate getting involved in this little get-together, but I am actually employed to serve y’all and not drink with the clients. Someone,” you emphasised with a look to Lewis, “better remember that.”

“Alright, blame it all on me.” Lewis raised his hands in defence. “I guess it’s time for some desserts then, right?”

The other drivers all agreed with the offer, and you took their plates to bring them back to the kitchen. After you had cleaned the table – except for the drinks that weren’t done yet, you gave everyone a dessert menu and let them make their choices. You came back to the table a couple minutes later to take the final orders, and wrote everything down. When you double-checked that you had seventeen desserts noted, you told the table that you’d be back soon and turned away. However, someone called out to you.

“Excuse me!” You recognised the voice as Lando’s. “You didn’t get Franco’s full order.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” You immediately apologised, wondering what you had missed as you clicked your pen, ready to add anything else.

“What are you doing?” Franco asked the Brit. Although he was whispering, everyone could hear the stress in his voice as he had no idea what to expect.

“So what can I get you?” You looked at Franco and smiled, waiting for him to tell you what he wanted.

Absolutely panicking, Franco didn’t know what to answer. His only option was to look at Lando for an explanation as to what he was expecting him to say, but it turned out to be his biggest mistake. Your gaze followed the direction in which Franco had glanced, and your eyes met Lando’s. He had already been looking at you, a grin on his face as he rested his cheek on his palm.

“He’ll just have whatever he had ordered with a side of your number.”

The entire room – which was honestly just you and the drivers – fell silent. As cringe and embarrassing it was for Lando to say that, he knew it was for the greater good. The dinner would be soon over, everyone would go back to their hotels and immediately go to sleep, due to the busy day waiting for them. So who knows if and when Franco would’ve actually talked to you.

Not knowing what to reply for a few seconds, you then processed Lando’s words and chuckled.

“I’ll see what I can do, we have a very limited stock.” Your eyes went back to looking at Franco, who was blushing. “Can you confirm to me that Lando got your order right, Franco?”

“Y–yeah, that’s what I’d like.” Franco wanted nothing more than to disappear six feet underground right now. “If that’s okay… I would understand if you can’t accommodate that.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem, don’t worry. I’ll get back to you soon.”

When you left the drivers to their antics to go relay the orders to the kitchen, you couldn’t help the giddy smile that appeared on your face. It wasn’t everyday that a cute driver was interested in you. Hell! It wasn’t everyday that someone was interested in you, period. You thought about quickly texting Lewis to ask him for his opinion, but decided otherwise when you remembered him telling you about the ‘promising Argentinian who definitely deserved a full-time seat in the future’. You tried to find a way to give Franco your number, which could let you avoid doing so in front of all the drivers. You figured they had already teased him about it if Lando was as involved as he seemed to be, and kept thinking about a solution while you waited for the desserts to be ready.

Eventually, you had found the perfect idea. So when you brought the desserts to the drivers, you put your plan in motion. As you put Franco’s plate in front of him, you managed your best customer service voice along with an apologetic tone:

“I’m truly sorry, but your added request is actually impossible to fulfill at the moment.” You did your best not to laugh at your poor acting, and almost stopped pretending when you saw Franco’s dejected expression. “But, I found another solution to accommodate your needs.”

Confused, Franco tilted his head at you. You then gave him a piece of paper that was folded in two, and he wondered if your number was actually written on it or if it was all an act to reject him nicely. He truly thought you could have been interested too, but maybe the other drivers’ involvement along with him hitting on you at your workplace had been a complete ick. However, when you gave him one last glance before telling everyone to enjoy their food, he could swear you had winked at him. This was a good sign then, right?

As you left the drivers one more time, Franco debated unfolding the paper to read what was written on it. But when he saw that everyone was staring at him, expecting him to read out loud the content of the paper, he actually put it in his pocket. This led to the drivers all sighing of disappointment before they chose to focus on their food.

The rest of the dinner went well. When everyone was done eating, they simply chatted about the upcoming grand prix before it was time to pay and leave the restaurant. The drivers called you back for the bill, which you brought a few minutes later. Not thinking twice, you set it down in front of Lewis.

“I’m actually the one paying,” Valtteri pointed out.

“That’s so nice of you,” you replied. “I honestly think that the oldest should pay, but that’s just my opinion.”

“You wanna bankrupt me or what?” Lewis asked you.

“As if it would do harm to your bank account”, you retorted. “I’m pretty sure the world champion titles paid really well.”

“I can confirm”, Max shouted from the other end of the table.

“We’re settled, don’t worry. It’s my goodbye gift to them”, Valtteri assured you before you gave him the card terminal so that he could pay.

You thanked him and gave him his receipt before putting the terminal back in your pocket. You were about to start cleaning the table and bid the drivers good night when they asked you to take pictures for them. As an amateur photographer, you couldn’t refuse the request and even offered to use the digital camera you always had on you. They gladly accepted and you found yourself taking a dozen pictures of the drivers. You told Lewis that you would send the digitals later tonight, and he thanked you in advance.

It was now time for the drivers to actually leave and get ready for a good night's sleep before their last grand prix of the season. Telling them goodbye one by one and wishing them luck for the race, each driver sent you one last smile before thanking you once again for your wonderful service. The last two left were Franco and Lewis. You felt happy for Franco to be able to hang out so easily with his idol as you could relate to that surreal experience. They approached you while Lewis had his arm around Franco’s shoulders, and a smile was present on both their faces.

“We had a great night”, Lewis told you. “Right, Franco?” The young driver eagerly nodded and Lewis chuckled.

“Glad to know I did my job well. I’ll see you guys soon, yeah? Maybe for next year’s dinner?” You suggested.

“Why not tomorrow?” Lewis countered.

“You wanna have dinner here tomorrow as well?” You asked, confused as to why he hadn’t notified you sooner.

“I meant tomorrow at the track”, Lewis clarified. “And the day after that, and on Sunday for the race.”

“I didn’t buy tickets for this year. I’ll see well enough on my TV, don’t worry.”

“I have tickets for you though. Paddock passes and all”, he explained. “I sent them to you by email earlier during dinner. You’ll come say hi to us, yeah?”

“Oh! Well, yes! Oh my God, thank you so much!” You were absolutely ecstatic to be able to attend the grand prix. Usually, you would watch it from home, especially when you were working that day and didn't have any days off left to use.

“Everything has been arranged with your employer by the way; so you only need to show up every day, tour our garages, and look pretty to watch us race. Sounds good?”

“Sounds absolutely perfect, thank you Lewis.” You were beaming with happiness. “That means I’ll see you tomorrow as well Franco, will I?”

“Yeah of course,” he nodded. “You’ll have to come to me yourself though, I don’t have a way of contacting you.”

“Yet”, you teased with a smile. “Well, not like I don’t appreciate your company, but I need to close and go back home so I’ll have to ask you to leave guys.”

“Sorry,” Lewis and Franco both apologised before they finally left the restaurant.

You waved at them and closed the door as you got ready to finish cleaning up everything. On the other side of the door, the two drivers were now alone as they started making their way outside.

“You’re still not checking her note?” Lewis wondered after a few minutes of silence.

“I don’t know… I’m a bit nervous to read it,” Franco admitted.

“And I’m actually a bit curious to know what it says.”

Knowing that you trusted the Brit, Franco deemed it fine to open your note in front of him as he imagined that you hadn’t written anything indecent. However, when he finally revealed its content, Franco’s eyes widened with surprise and Lewis got even more interested in what it said.

“Ask the seven times world champion”, Lewis started reading out loud over Franco's shoulder. “He should give you my number if he thinks you deserve it (I certainly think you do)”.

While Lewis was laughing at your words, Franco was looking at him expectantly. If he wasn’t stressed enough about asking you out, he was now even more as he realised he had to go through Lewis – again.

“So… hmm…” Franco hesitated for a few seconds. “Is it actually okay if I ask you for her number? I swear I won’t do anything wrong!”

“Don’t worry kid, I trust you on that. Give me a top ten in free practice tomorrow and you got yourself a deal.”

“Okay!” Franco agreed, sudden determination in his voice. “I’ll do my best!”

“I don’t doubt it”, Lewis replied with a proud smile on his face. “Have a good night, Franco. See you tomorrow,” he added as they would be going different ways to their respective hotels.

“Thanks, you too!”

Excited for the next day, Franco had harboured a huge grin while going back to his hotel room. He was confident in his skills. And despite having to drive an old version of his car, half taped-up, he knew he was able to achieve good times tomorrow. He had a pretty good motivation to do so.

…..

“P7 Lewis!” Franco shouted as he walked towards his idol after the first free practice, phone in hand, and a smile on his face.

“Nice job kid,” Lewis congratulated. “Give me your phone then.” Franco immediately obeyed and Lewis finally put your number in the Argentinian’s contacts. “There you go,” he told him while giving back the phone.

“Thanks! I’ll see you later, bye!” Franco waved while he went back to the direction of his garage, already drafting up a text to send you.

He wasted no time in sending you the message he had spent all night thinking of. He hoped you wouldn’t take too much time to reply as he didn’t know if he could handle the wait. Luckily, his wish had been granted one way or another: as soon as he arrived in front of his garage, you were there. Looking down at your phone, you were quickly typing until your thumb was hovering over the send button. When you sensed someone watching you, you looked up and your eyes met Franco’s. So as you were exchanging eye contact with him, you finally decided on sending your text before putting your phone back into your pocket and walking towards Franco.

However, it hadn’t been Franco that you had texted. The Argentinian had only sent you a short message telling you that he would wait for you at the Williams hospitality, to which you hadn’t thought it necessary to reply as you had already been there. No, the person you had texted was none other than Lewis as you felt like he deserved a thank you for going along with your plan.

Thanks for being a great wingman, I’ll buy you a drink<3

You wouldn’t see it immediately as Franco had just offered you to have lunch with him – which you obviously accepted, but Lewis had answered you shortly after:

Save me a seat at the wedding and we’ll be even

(also lewis makes for a great baby name if you have a boy)

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I hope y'all liked this as much as i liked writing it🫶🏻 don't hesitate to comment or reblog if you appreciate my work, it always means a lot to me!!

Side note: I've been extremely unwell since the season ended😭 despite 2024 being my 1st season, I've grown attached to f1 sooo quickly that i missed it every time there was only a two weeks break and now we're acc gonna starve for 3 months🧍🏻‍♀️ and the fact that dts is being released in march is insane bc wdym we can't even have that during the off season

Anywayyys see you next time, take care of yourselves, and happy holidays🤍

#franco colapinto #franco colapinto x reader #f1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #franco colapinto x you #f1 x you #formula 1 x you #fc43 #fc43 x reader #fc43 x you

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fanfic-reading-challenge · 6 months ago

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The 2025 Fanfic Reading Challenge

Welcome to another year of the Fanfic Reading Challenge (FRC)!

I won't bore you with the history of the challenge, this year, but I will welcome you to check out past posts that do explain some of it, as well as include a brief overview of what, exactly, this challenge is, though it does change year to year. (Essentially you read fics to complete goals and win bragging points and an artsy badge.)

This year is especially different, as I had the extreme pleasure of having @noxsoulmate as a partner in crime in keeping me hostage on track to completing this year's FRC. Another valued member of the mod team is @jandjsalmon and speaks for all of us if you need questions answered!

As for the challenge....

This is, indeed, a challenge. Of course.

First of all... you must obviously read fanfiction. As if you don't already!

You also need to download and make your own copy of the spreadsheet, which can be found here, as well as below in the important links section.

To participate in the challenge, you read fics that match the tasks in the challenge. An example of a task can be: "read a fic with a title containing the word purple in it." Should be easy! Of course, there are harder ones.

Which is why there are different modes of challenge to the FRC. These are as follows:

Participation (Complete 1 task)

Regular Mode (Complete 80 tasks)

Hard Mode (Complete 150 tasks)

Extreme Mode (Complete 220 tasks)

Complete (Complete 250 tasks)

The challenge lasts from January 1st, 2025, to December 31st, 2025.

There are badges that go with the modes completed, and even a secret 6th badge that will be fairly obvious if you look at the spreadsheet! Doesn't mean it'll be easy to complete though. *smirks* (Blame Noxy)

Most important of all: this challenge operates on the honour system. We don't check your work, or your reading logs (see below), so I mean, I guess if you want to be slippery with the rules, you do you, and that's on your conscience, but honestly it's so much fun to see how much you can get done by following the letter of the law/tasks! You can be slippery even with following the tasks fully. It's great fun. ;D

I think that's enough for an intro, really, maybe too much.

Important Links and Reading Logs/Trackers

As there is a component of the FRC that includes tracking numbers of words read, most of us use a reading log/tracker to keep count of how many fics we read, including data such as words, of course, chapters, month completed, ship, author, title, fandom, link to the fic, and such. It's a great place to mark what fics you want to read in the future as well!

This year we have FOUR trackers on offer, quite different from one another, so take a look, play around with them and check out their "intros", and choose according to what you think will work best for you!

Fic Tracking Sheets

Juulna's 2025 Reading Log

Noxy's 2025 Reading Log

2025 Jandy's Fic Tracker

Taru's Fic Tracker 2025

Discord

We have a blast on Discord. From general chatter to sharing pet pics to being there for each other during the tough times to forming lasting friendships and making friendships you’d never make in a ship- or fandom-specific Discord, to asking for help ‘rolling the dice’ (pick a number between 1-10!) to choose the next fic to read, to finding some of the really challenging task fills in fandoms people might not have ever read but are willing to try, or finding fandoms someone has never read and is very tentative about stepping out of their box, but they’re being 100% supported and know they don’t need to complete the fic for it to count for the task, stepping out of their comfort zone… we’ve formed a very odd group of, if not friends, then companions (but there are definite friendships that have formed!! Just ask the people who have started watching NHL and NFL together in our off topic channel!).

In any case, our Discord is not necessary, but it is a worthy and tactical element to completing many of the tasks of this challenge. 💙

And.... without further ado....!

The 2025 Fanfic Reading Challenge! (link)

There is an info/rules page as the first sheet on the spreadsheet that should fill in any further questions you have. It also has more contact info than just this page if you have any further questions and perhaps need a more immediate answer for your needs.

*Occasionally you will run into something that looks like an error, and it may in fact be one! Let us know if you see it. It's hard not to make a mistake on as large a spreadsheet as this.*

Please, first of all, have fun and just read fanfiction that you enjoy! I (Juulna) did that last year and didn't even come close to completing the entire challenge, and I still had a blast because I was enjoying what I was reading and rereading. Others took the challenge right to the completed end. Others forgot about it halfway through but still had fun, and some even went back and filled in the sheet for a really good showing! The challenge is what you make of it, what you want from it. So... just have fun. Read fic. Smile. Enjoy. :)

Second of all... well, we would love if you signal boost this post!!!!

Third of all, we do have our pinned post that includes a link to this page and that will include a link to our Discord and all our trackers as well, including past links for memento and informative purposes.

Thank you, and a blessed 2025 to all!

#2025frc #2025 fic reading challenge #fic reading challenge #fanfic reading challenge #reading challenge #fandom events #fanfiction #challenges #goals #2025 goals #new year's resolutions

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heartsiebyul · 1 month ago

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Twisted Wonderland characters when their lover jokingly asks, 'Would you still love me if I were a worm?'

NRC Third Years

Trey Clover

Trey is icing cupcakes when his lover hugs him from behind and asks, “Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

Trey doesn’t miss a beat. “Would you be a dessert worm or a garden worm?”

“What’s the difference?”

“Well,” he says with a soft chuckle, “if you’re a dessert worm, you could help me taste-test chocolate.”

You laugh, and Trey smiles warmly, turning to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“Either way,” he murmurs, “I’d keep you safe in a warm pocket. I’d still love you—worm or not.”

Cater Diamond

Cater gasps dramatically, clutching his chest. “A worm?! Babe, why would you downgrade yourself like that?!”

He flips his camera to selfie mode with a grin. “Would I love you if you were a worm? Heck yeah. I’d still take aesthetic pics of you curled up on a tiny leaf, add some sparkly filters, and post them everywhere.”

You blink in surprise. “Really?”

“Totally,” he says, striking a pose and winking. “#WormGoals for life.”

Leona Kingsholar

They’re lounging under a tree, Leona half-asleep with his lover lying beside him. You whisper, “Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

Leona cracks one eye open. “…Why the hell would you want to be a worm?”

“Just answer the question.”

He grunts softly. “…Tch. Yeah. I’d put you in a nice planter and let you bask in the sun while I nap.”

Leona pulls you into his arms, his voice low and sure. “Even if you were a bug, you’d still be mine.”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil stares, arching an elegant brow. “Darling, do you think I’m shallow?”

His lover smiles slyly and asks, “Would you?”

Vil smirks. “I’d design you a diamond-encrusted glass habitat and moisturize you with the finest mineral water.”

He sighs dramatically. “A worm, really?”

You grin teasingly. “You didn’t say no.”

Vil rolls his eyes but can’t hide the smile. “Ugh. Fine. I’d still love you.”

Rook Hunt

His lover looked up at him with a playful smile and asked, “Mon chéri, would you still love me if I were a worm?”

Rook’s eyes sparkled as he grinned. “Mon amour~! A worm is but a humble being, yet you ask if my devotion would falter?!”

He spun dramatically. “Never. I would sing poetry to you in the garden and protect your squiggly body from hungry birds!”

Then he took your hand and kissed it gently. “Love is eternal.”

Idia Shroud

Idia’s curled up in his gaming chair. “A w-worm? Like… annelida class? You’d have no eyes or limbs…”

He spirals into a mild panic, stammering as his thoughts race. His lover’s soft laughter cuts through his anxiety.

“…I-I mean… I’d code you a tiny worm-sized VR headset and keep you safe in a USB tube… and… yeah…”

His cheeks flush a deep red, and he mumbles, “…I’d love you even if you were a slimy little slimeball or, uh, a worm or whatever.”

He scratches the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact but clearly meaning every word.

Malleus Draconia

Under the soft glow of the moonlight, his beloved asks gently, “Mal, my darling, would you still love me even if I were a worm?”

Malleus tilts his head thoughtfully. “A worm?”

A soft smile curls on his lips, amused yet tender. “Then I would protect you, my dear, as one protects a star—small, delicate, and infinitely precious.”

He leans in, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “Of course I’d love you, no matter what form you take.”

Lilia Vanrouge

“Ohhh, that’s a new one!” Lilia giggles, eyes sparkling with amusement.

“You as a worm? I’d build you a tiny worm-sized guitar and serenade you every night. You’d be the cutest wriggler I’ve ever seen!”

He pokes your cheeks gently. “Yes, yes, yes! No matter what, you’d always be my favorite.”

Lilia grins, his playful energy filling the room. “Worm or not, you’ve got my heart—and my songs.”

I had fun writing this, lmao. It gives me motivation to finish the 2nd year and 1st year.

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#twisted wonderland x male reader #twst fluff #twst #twst disney #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #headcanon #male reader #twisted wonderland x reader #trey clover #cater diamond #leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #idia shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge

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fics-lovebot · 2 years ago

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jujutsu kaisen fic recs

main masterlist

· · ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

i´ll be constantly updating this list so make sure to check it out often for new recs ;)))

pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

divider cred: @grlselle

LAST UPDATED: 19/11/2024

poly jjk boys / multiple versions

gojo and geto are rich besties and they coax you into a poly relationship - ( @ramonathinks ) smut

you slap their ass - ( @gojoux ) reaction

slut him out - ( @satoruhour ) gojo, geto, nanami and toji version. y'know what,,,idek what to say about thi- IT´S NASTY FILTHY JUST PORN, reader is a whOre (not my words), read at your own risk bc i was SHOOk

bimbo bunny - ( @merakidoll ) smut, choso, toji and nanami version, the vISUALs I GOT FROM THE NANAMI ONE LAWDDDD

break up - ( @yanderenightmare ) angst, bullying, toxicity, I KNOWW this is sukuna

wap - ( @tonycries ) smut, going in raw for the first time. i caNNOT EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE HOW GOOD THIS IS JUST PLEASEEE GO READ IT

sending them an embarrasing pic of themselves - ( @csmtmra ) text, crack, TOGE NEEDS TO CHILL LMAO

warm heart pastry - ( @cckaisen ) text, fluff, crack, first of all,,, i love yuji, second of all satoru REALLY needs help, and third of all WHY IS INUMAKI ALWAYS ON SOME SHIT??? lmaooooo

oops! - ( @gumiiiiezzzz ) text, crack, fluff, the 1st and 2nd year boys accidentally confess they like you (fellow student). THIS IS SO FUUNNAYSFJFSDF i love it, inumaki again on sum weird shi

dont scare me - ( @sweetsugarine ) text, crack, fluff, in which you text “we need to talk”. "you do understand that i have the power to annihilate all human life and torch this world, yes?" LMAOOO sukuna need some milk , this is too good

gojo, nanami, toji, geto, choso, sukuna

itadori

virgin!yuuji - ( @chaiiskindagross ) smut, sub!yuuji, "virigin! yuuji whines and whimpers so much, and did i mention sometimes he overstimulates himself to the point of crying?" I´M SSSOOOLLDD SDLFJSDFJHSD love it

yuuta

In denial - ( @rosesaints ) smut, sub!yuuta, "he doesn’t believe that it’s real until you’re actually sinking down onto his cock" period.

megumi

until i found you - ( @shisnhou ) fluff, ASLDJHJSDKAH I LOVED THISSSSS, so so cute omg

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jikooklove9795 · 3 months ago

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did you notice that when jm posted the birthday picture of him and jk shirtless for jks brithday, he got a lot of hate, right? but did you see that almost immediately after, we got so many videos, pictures, tiktok’s, ays with jk shitless? it feel like when he posted the tiktok, the back photo at the gym, like he was ending that shit real quick. all the hate jm got for posting it “without jks permission” as the trash called it and the jk did the same on his own??? call me delulu but i loved how it felt like he defended jm without even saying anything.

Hi anon 😊

I'm really sorry for the delayed response. I just recently started catching up on old asks and saw yours.

Now coming to your ask, you're not being delusional at all. I see it the same way too. Jungkook was totally defending Jimin there.

Let's take a look at what actually happened, shall we?

On 1st September 2023, Jungkook's birthday, Jimin posted this pic:

He got so much hate for it from tkkrs, solos and antis. It was so horrible and downright vile.

But you know, Jikook karma with Jungkook as the reigning master was just lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

No one saw it coming.

Not gonna lie, what Jungkook did had me floored. He went and posted a shirtless pic of himself at the gym:

What floored me wasn't the shirtless pic itself. It was the date. 13, it's Jimin's number. Jungkook posted this exactly one month before Jimin's birthday.

You thought it was over right?

Well. NO

Here's the jaw dropper. The time he posted this pic. 11:58 am KST.

IT'S JIMIN'S BIRTH TIME

Deliberate wasn't it? That's exactly what he was aiming for.

From then on we got pics and videos of him shirtless. And that AYS pic. The one with Jimin's name written across Jungkook's abs. A gift for us but a f*** off to the antis.

This is not the first time he had defended Jimin.

1) We all remember Jungkook's pure joy in AYS. How those were the best trips of his life. How he wanted to do it with Jimin till they're fifty. Make memories to take back home. How everyone else is just a guest on the show.

2) Making phone calls to Seokjin and Hoseok's birthday lives together. Sending flower wreaths together. Flirting with each other on social media.

3) This snippet from his live:

All these, a huge "screw you" to the antis out there. Jimin antis being the key word.

These above stated 1,2, and 3 are very recent moments. There are countless other moments from the past too. But I want to bring back a particular one. For that let's go back to 2021.

On 17th Nov 2021, BTS left for Los Angeles for their PTD On Stage concert and to attend AMAs.

On 25th Nov 2021, Jimin posted a pic of himself at a beach in LA on Weverse:

On 30th Nov 2021, Sojang a Youtuber known for spreading baseless and malicious rumors about BTS dropped a video claiming that Jimin was on a date with two female idols on that beach. Her "proof" was a beach sunset pic posted by Yein in Nov 2021.

The situation became worse when more articles were made saying both the beach pics are from the same place and time. Common, random articles used by both artists were used as "proofs" of them dating.

A few hours after the video dropped "a member" posted pics of Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung at the same beach Jimin had earlier shared the pics of:

I love the second pic so much. It's so romantic and sweet how Jimin and Jungkook are facing each other with the sunset as background. Particularly Jungkook. Sunset is a very beautiful view right? But here we have Jungkook not facing the sunset but Jimin (a much more beautiful, "pretty" view in Jungkook's eyes).

Ahhh I went off track. Let's get back to the topic real quick.

So, these pics posted were actually a response to Sojang and the articles. An initial debunking of their false claims. This proved that Jimin went to that beach together with Jungkook and Taehyung.

Sources found that Jimin's pic was of Santa Monica beach, posted on 25th Nov 2021 while Yein's pic was of Manhattan beach, posted on 27th Nov 2021.

On 1st Dec 2021 this special, sweet moment happened. Jungkook walked up behind Jimin, wrapped himself around him, stared intently, leaned in close, put his chin on his shoulder, stared again until Jimin turned into a shy, flustered mess. Then Jungkook walked away smiling hand over his chest (Yeah your heart belongs to Jimin. I know Jungkook, I know)

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To me it felt like a statement. Like Jungkook was saying "Jimin is mine". He was showing everyone that only he has that effect on Jimin and vice versa by putting his hand over his heart.

Watching the content from that time, when they were in LA, really shows how inseparable Jimin and Jungkook were. Glued to each other on stage, off stage, off camera. Eating together, working out together, Jungkook spending four hours in Jimin's room three times a day (basically, sharing the same room). They were always together.

On 6th Dec 2021, Jimin, Jungkook and Seokjin flew back to SK. Jungkook and Seokjin are the first to arrive while Jimin gets held back. Seokjin leaves. Jungkook stays back and waits 20 mins for Jimin to arrive so that they can leave for their home (not homes) together. But later they get separated due to covid restrictions and take different cars.

This is the time when their company announces that BTS members are opening their individual IG accounts.

And guess what Jungkook chose as his very first profile pic and post on IG?

This one:

Both were of the beach they visited together while in LA.

He even tagged the beach location thus confirming they were at Santa Monica and that the three of them went there together. Also, confirming that Jimin and Yein indeed were not together.

Now we have got a good idea which member actually posted those pics on their official account right?

Bro couldn't wait to shut down all those rumors. He dropped the location like a mic, loud and clear. No more guessing games. Just facts.

He then posted a story where Jimin and Taehyung can be seen. Once again with location.

First profile pic - Santa Monica

First post - Santa Monica

First story - Santa Monica

All check, Jungkook. Good job!

By the way, love the colors 🌈

I thought that was it. But no. Jungkook wasn't done yet. He had more to say. And he made sure we all heard it without saying a word.

On 10th Dec 2021, Jungkook deleted the beach story only to repost it again. But this time with the beach location and the date

On 19th Dec 2021, Sojang posted a defamation rumor against Taehyung. Which prompted him to say that he's suing her.

On 22nd Dec 2021, Sojang posted dating rumor about Jungkook and Yubi. The rumors were denied by both the parties.

On 30th Dec 2021, Sojang posted a dating rumor between Namjoon and a random girl. The next day, Namjoon posted a story on Weverse denying the rumor. He later deleted it.

On 31st Dec 2021, Jungkook posted this:

Once again Santa Monica was the star. I wanna say I was not surprised when I saw this. But I was. Because I lost count of the times he posted about it.

It was kind of wild honestly. Jungkook kept posting the same thing over and over, like he really wanted to drill it into everyone's heads. Emphasizing on the location and date. No drama, no direct call outs. Just facts. Repeated facts. He was on a personal mission to shut down the rumors.

And the thing is he'd never done that for anyone else. Not for Yoongi (Yoongi and Suran), not for Hoseok (Hoseok and Irene) and not for Namjoon (Namjoon and the poodle girl). All these were baseless rumors too. But with Jimin? He went all out. Like he was saying, "Nope. Not my bf."

But really. It's honestly impossible to ignore what Jungkook did. He's never gone this far for anyone else. Never posted the same thing over and over making sure every little detail was clear. Not for anyone else. But for Jimin? It was like he was quietly saying "You're mine to protect and I'll make sure everyone knows it".

A huge shout out to my dearest bff @jkjm9597 who very graciously shared with me the timeline of Jungkook's IG posts for Santa Monica. Love you 💜 She's not very active here. But you may know her as @myhomeisjkjm on X. She's so amazing.

Also, thanks to anon for sending this ask. I loved answering it!

Credits to the owner of the video

#jikook #kookmin #jungkook #jimin #ask

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austinbutlerslovers · 3 months ago

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Wild Hearts

Label Mature 18+

Summary You’re Benny’s girl, wild and free, taking the road wherever it leads. This time, it’s a secluded lake house cabin, tucked away from the world, just you and he, lost to each other in this hidden slice of nowhere.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Bennys girl• Benny adoring • wild couple • adventurous couple• any where anytime• skinny dipping in a lake• sex outdoors • intuitive couple •sweet talk • praising • size kink•deep p in v• simultaneous orgasms

📖 Proofreaders @purejasmine ✨Inspired by hands pinned in the grass pic 🫠 🗳️ Based on Unanimous 🔗 Poll Decision 🏆

🏆 1st Devotion 2nd Daddy’s Doll 3rd Love/Hate 4th Wild Hearts. *Special thanks for voting 🤩 🗳️

Wild Hearts

The sun is just creeping over the horizon, painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges, when Benny Cross your Benny, rolls up on his Harley, the engine growling low and steady.

He looks like something out of a dream, all sharp jawline and tousled hair, his leather jacket hugging his broad shoulders just right. That slight curve of his lips as he grins at you, his voice like honey over gravel. “Darlin’, you ready for this? Got the lake house waitin’ on us.”

You can’t help but beam at him, your heart doing that little flip it always does when he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters. “Born ready, Benny,” you tease, tossing your bag over your shoulder.

You can tell he’s spent the morning stocking up with everything you’ll need for a weekend getaway. The saddlebags on his Harley are stuffed with cold beers, a bottle of whiskey, and enough food and snacks to last a week, though you both know you’ll be too wrapped up in each other to care about anything else.

The ride out is pure freedom as you cling to his waist, the wind whipping through your hair as the Harley roars beneath you, Benny’s strong frame as steady as ever. His scent of leather, smoke, and that faint hint of engine grease mixes with the crisp air, and you press your cheek against his back, feeling the rumble of the bike and the heat of him all at once. “You holdin’ on tight back there, sugar?” he calls over his shoulder, his voice carrying that playful edge you adore.

“Always Benny!,” you shout back, laughing as he guns it just a little faster, making your stomach drop in the best way.

When you pull up to the lake house, it’s even better than you pictured. A cozy little cabin with a weathered wood swing, wide-open windows letting in the breeze off the water, and a single bedroom that promises lazy mornings tangled up in each others arms.

The place smells like pine and summer, homely and warm, and Benny wastes no time hauling in the supplies. “Gonna take care of my girl this weekend,” he says, winking as he sets the whiskey on the counter. “No distractions, just you and me.”

You spend the day settling in cracking open beers, lounging on the porch, trading flirty glances that have your pulse racing.

By the time the sun dips low, casting a golden glow over the lake, you’re both drunk from the alcohol and the easy vibe between you. “C’mon, darlin’,” Benny says, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the dock. “Let’s make this night somethin’ to remember.”

The wooden dock creaks under your feet as you sit side by side, legs dangling over the edge, the water lapping softly below. The whiskey bottle passes between you, and soon enough, you’re giggling, head spinning as Benny’s arm slips around your waist. “Goddamn, you’re s’beautiful,” he murmurs, his accent thicker with liquor, his blue eyes catching the last of the light. “Luckiest man alive, sittin’ here with you.”

You nudge him playfully. “Flatterer. You’re not so bad yourself handsome.” you tease, and he stands up, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and before you can say a word, he peels off his shirt. The sight of him with those tight-strung abs, and the firm curve of his biceps hits you like a punch. He’s all lean muscle and tanned skin, every inch of him screaming trouble and temptation.

“Benny…” you start, but he’s already kicking off his boots, unzipping his jeans with a grin that makes your breath catch. “What’re you doin’?” you laugh, though you know damn well.

“Goin’ for a swim, sugar!” he hollers, and with one swift move, he shucks everything off and leaps naked into the lake.

His shout of pure, wild excitement echoes across the water, loud and free as he splashes in, and you can’t stop laughing as he resurfaces, shaking the wet hair out of his face. “C’mon, darlin’, don’t leave me hangin’!”

You stand, the whiskey pulsing in your veins as you tug your top over your head, letting it drop to the dock.

“You’re crazy, Benny Cross!” you shout, shimmying out of your shorts and kicking them aside. His eyes darken as he watches you while he treads in the water, and you feel a thrill at how he drinks you in, like you’re a goddess he’ll never tire of worshiping.

“Crazy ‘bout you,” he shoots back, his voice low and husky, and with a squeal, you jump in after him, the cool water a shock against your skin before it turns euphoric.

You swim toward each other, bodies brushing under the surface, his strong hands grazing your sides, your legs tangling with his. The water ripples around you, alive with every move, and he pulls you closer, his hands sliding over your wet skin.

“Benny,” you breathe, and his lips are on yours, hot and hungry despite the chill of the lake.

The kiss is messy, and desperate, tasting of whiskey and want, and you cling to him, weightless in the water. His hands roam your back, pulling you tighter, and you feel the hard planes of his body pressed against yours, slick and warm even in the cool night.

He breaks away just long enough to whisper, “Let’s get you out of this water, baby,” and he guides you to the bank, bringing you up onto the grassy edge with him like you weigh nothing. The air feels warm against your soaked skin as you lay down beside him giggling, the sound echoing into the night.

Droplets slide down his chest, and his hair drips as he props himself on his elbow, brushing a strand of wet hair from your face, his touch so tender it makes your heart ache.

“Every time I look at you, I can’t believe you’re mine,” he says under his breath, his finger tracing along your cheek, and he leans in, kissing you slow and deep, savoring every second of tasting you.

The grass is soft beneath you as he settles on top, the warm night wrapping around you both, feeling the heat of him, as the weight of him, grounds you.

“Benny,” you whisper, your hands sliding up into his damp hair. “I love you,” the words slip out easy and true, and his answering groan hums against your chest as he kisses you again.

Your bodies press together warm and wet as the kiss grows heavier, needier, your fingers tangling into his hair as his rough hands caress your sides.

“Never gonna get enough of you,” he rasps, his breath warm against your neck as he kisses along your jaw. “My girl, my everything.” He says and your heart swells as you pull him back to your lips, lost in him, the taste of him, the feel of him, the love he gives that burns so bright it could light up the whole damn lake.

As he breaks the kiss, you look up at his handsome face, the depths of his blue eyes shimmering like the stars above, and your body immediately softens beneath him.

His calloused fingertips glide between your thighs, brushing your clit in teasing circles before pushing them deep inside.

He works you open with slow, knowing strokes until you whimper, your body growing heavier from his touch.

“C’mon, sugar,” he whispers, pulling his fingers away, and he grips his cock, the tip pressing against your slick heat. “Let me feel all of you,” he breathes, his voice rough with longing.

You nod, gazing into his eyes and he parts you with a slow, steady push, guiding himself deeper until he fills you completely. The stretch and the depth hit you both at once, your sounds of pleasure, mingling in the still night air.

“Goddamn, you feel s’good,” he praises, his forehead dropping, his breath ragged. He starts to move, slow and deep, each thrust driven with a possessive grind, marking you as his on every stroke.

“Benny—oh God,” you manage, staring up into his eyes, losing yourself in the storm of them, blue and wild and so damn intense it feels like he can see right through you. “Don’t stop,” you plead, and his eyes light up full of need.

“Couldn’t stop if I tried sugar,” he promises, his voice rough with restraint as he picks up the pace, the slap of skin on skin blending with the soft lapping of the lake.

Your lips part in soft, desperate moans as his thrusts hit just right, and he groans, feeling your walls tighten around his cock. His rough palms slide up your wrists, pinning your hands in the grass as he drives deeper making you feel every inch of him as you surrender to this wildfire passion.

The pressure builds low in your belly, sharp and hot, and you arch into him, chasing it. His biceps flex as he holds you down, damp hair falling into his face as he thrusts, but his blue eyes never leave yours, drinking you in like your a vision. “S’damn pretty… so perfect like this,” he rasps, his thrusts growing urgent, erratic.

“Benny, I—” Your words dissolve into a moan as he hits the spot, relentlessly, repeatedly his body glistening in the moonlight on every thrust. Your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him deeper, and he groans, loud and unrestrained, the sound echoing off the trees. “Benny, I’m so close,” you whisper, your voice trembling, and he nods, eyes blazing.

“Same time,” he pants, and his hands tighten on your wrists, his thrusts pounding harder, deeper, your walls flutter around him as the tension snaps in a white-hot rush. You come beneath him, a cry tearing from your throat, and he follows right after, shuddering as he buries himself deep, spilling into you with a broken groan.

Your hands clench into fists under his grasp, your core pulsing around his cock until he stills, leaving you both trembling and breathless.

He lies on you, warm and heavy, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, your breaths slowing as he releases your wrists and interlaces his fingers with your hands.

You look over at him, still dizzy, your body throbbing where you’re pressed together, satisfied on the grass.

“I love you, Benny Cross,” you confess, your voice sure and sweet, cutting through the haze.

“I love you more, my wild girl,” he smiles, his voice soft and adoring as his eyes gaze into yours, warm and steady. “Always will.“ He says bringing you into his arms, the night wrapping around you both like a blanket as you stargaze listening to the lake whisper its quiet song nearby.

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hrtnovas · 5 months ago

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NEW WLW BLOGG!! Now Imma help christen it by giving your 1st request!😂 You can definitely see from my profile pic that I am a huge Arlecchino simp.

Let's go with a childhood fem!reader who stayed with Arlecchino throughout her child to teen to adult years where Arlecchino becomes the 4th Harbinger after 'removing' Crucabena from play. Maybe they both developed feelings along the way? Or Arlecchino pines after reader but reader is very VERY oblivious despite the obvious sign from Arlecchino? Make this a smut!

🇧🇴🇺🇳🇩 🇧🇾 🇫🇦🇹🇪

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FIRST REQUEST?? THIS IS A 10/10 YOU COOKED WITH THIS.

also my first fic

the nsfw part is separated from the sfw part because I gen feel like it's easier for me this way ୨ৎ

cw ; NSFW, men & mdni, dom!arlecchino x shy oblivious sub childhood!reader, rushed sesbian sex, fingering, but so much fluff, slight angst???, friends to lovers, reader is kind of shy and a little bit clueless . .

word count ; 1,834 words ♡

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both dividers by @cafekitsune . . ୨ৎ

(you two are young teens in this scene.)

Arlecchino.

The two of you grew up together, went through everything together.

You saw her white hair and faded black streaks in the moonlight. She looked up at the moon restless in thought. She stared and stared, as if something would happen, there were flowers in her hand. She was lost in her thoughts, wondering about so much.

"There's something about her… something I can't look away from." She wasn’t sure what it was about you. Arlecchino thought, her eyes shifting quickly towards you. For just a moment, her gaze softened before she looked away. She wasn’t sure what it was about you. The way you offered a piece of cake when you two were together. Or maybe it was the times you both tried so hard to hide behind calm eyes and a resting expressions. She thought to herself, looking briefly at you. You were beside her, holding a flower of your own, completely unaware of the way her gaze softened for just a moment. You were also getting quite lost in your thoughts. You were pretty much zoned out.

Arlecchino's fingers brushed against the petals of the flowers in her hand. She didn’t make eye contact, but her voice cut through the silence like a blade. "You’re staring." Her voice was low, calm, but it carried a feeling that made your heart jump. She turned her head around to face you properly.

You snapped out of your thoughts. You didn't realize you were staring at her. "I didn’t mean to.." you stammered, clutching the flower tighter in your hand. You moved closer, unsure if you were about to apologize again or say nothing.

"D-don’t you think the moon looks beautiful tonight?" you blurted, your voice stuttered out. The words felt a bit rushed, a attempt to change the conversation anywhere but to look her gaze. Your eyes shifted to the vase by the window, hoping she wouldn’t notice the way your fingers tightened around the flower.

Arlecchino’s lips curled into a faint smile, her sharp eyes shining under the moonlight. "The moon?" she echoed, her tone unreadable. "You’ve been staring at me, and now you’re talking about the moon?"

Her fingers grazed the petals again, slower this time, as if lost in thought once again. Finally, her gaze shifted to the flowers in your hand. "You handpicked these yourself, didn’t you?" she asked, her voice quiet.

You glanced down at the flower, your grip tightening as a nervous laugh escaped you. "Y-yeah.. . I thought they looked nice." Her attention on the flowers made your face red, as if she could see right through you.

Her hand moved with purpose, brushing against yours as she plucked one of your flowers from your grasp. She moved closer to you.

"Stay still." she whispered. Her fingers brushed over your head as she swept a strand of hair out of your face, her touch was both gentle and firm. You held your breath ; unsure of what to do as she leaned in closer, the flower in her hand brushing against your skin.

She slid it into your hair with quick care, her hands grazing your cheek as she did so. The contact sent a small shiver down your spine, and your cheeks burned under her gaze.

"There." she said softly, though her voice was stoic, you could tell she was trying to be meaningful. And that made your heart race. Her lips curled into a faint smile as she moved back.

You fumbled for words, your voice barely above a whisper. “I.. thank you.” Your eyes darted away, too nervous to meet her gaze for long. But you could feel her watching you, her eyes lingering like a shadow under the moonlight.

And though, Arlecchino was now a figure of authority, her blank and stoic nature still a mask that still only few could see past. As time went on, you began to notice how she watched you, how her gaze lingered a little too long, the faint, almost unnoticeable smile that tugged at her lips when she caught you looking.

Yet, despite it all, you were oblivious.

To you, it was still the same Arlecchino, your childhood (best) friend, nothing more. You couldn't see the way she’d lean closer than necessary when speaking, the way her fingers brushed against yours with purpose or how her voice when she spoke to you, had softened, that made your heart beat as fast as ever.

You didn’t understand. You had no idea how close Arlecchino was to snapping, how close she was to revealing everything she’d kept hidden for years. She was. . patient, though. Waiting for you to see it, to understand the signs she was sending. But no matter how many times she leaned a little closer, brushed her fingers against yours, or let her gaze stare in a way that was anything but casual, you remained so damn oblivious.

She watched you laugh it off, the energy radiating from you as if the moment hadn’t never even shifted. Maybe it was because you didn’t know how to read her or maybe you didn’t want to.

After all, why would someone like Arlecchino be interested in someone like you?

It was the way you avoided her gaze this time that finally broke her patience. You could feel it, that heavy, unfeeling, presence she carried, the kind that lingered even when she wasn’t looking directly at you.

Tonight, though, it felt different, impossible to ignore. You shifted in your seat, fingers fidgeting with your coffee in your lap and looking at your papers as your eyes darted anywhere but toward her.

You always did this, pulled away the moment things started to feel too intimate, too feeling, too real.

When her words carried more weight or were more gentle than usual, or her actions felt. . careful in a way you couldn’t quite ignore, you would shy away, brushing it off as nothing. It was easier to pretend it didn’t mean anything.

But tonight, Arlecchino wasn’t going to let you slip away.

The scrape of her chair against the floor made your heart race. Your head snapped up, eyes meeting hers as she stood, her figure shadowed by the light. Each step she took toward you was slow and proper. Her stilettos clicked softly against the floor.

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn't speak.

She stopped just in front of you, her presence overwhelming as she leaned down slightly, close enough that you could see the faint shadows under her eyes, the way her lips pressed together in quiet wanting. Then her hand lifted, hand holding your chin, lifting your face upward.

"Look at me." she said softly.

Her voice was quiet but firm, leaving no room for argument. You froze, glancing away, but her grip was steady, not forceful, just firm. You had no choice but to meet her gaze.

And in her eyes, you saw something that made your breath hitch.

It wasn’t the cold expression she wore around others, or the confidence you had come to expect. This was different. Her expression was. . gentle, soft in a way you’d never seen before, and the weight of it was almost too much to bear for your heart.

"I’ve waited long enough." she said, her tone low, but you could hear the frustration beneath it. And god, was it hot. "You’re not blind, ma chérie. my love You know what I want."

Your heart pounded against your chest, your mind scrambling for something to say, but no words came. All you could do was sit there, wide eyed and trembling, your face becoming flushed.

Her fingers brushed gently along your hair. For a moment, her features softened, the blankness in her gaze melting into something warmer. "I’ve.. been waiting for you to see me." she said, her voice quieter now, but no less insistent. "Tell me you feel it too."

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Your thoughts were a blur, tangled with emotions you hadn’t let yourself come to until now.

And then she leaned in.

It wasn’t rushed her movements were hesitated, giving you just enough time to stop her if you wanted to.

But you didn’t.

Her lips brushed against yours, soft and uncertain. When you didn’t pull away, her hesitation faded. The kiss deepened, careful but filled with everything she’d been holding back. One of her hands slid to you waist, holding you, while the world around you seemed to fade into the background.

Your cheeks burned, your breath caught in your throat, and your chest felt like it might burst. You could hear the frantic rhythm of your own heartbeat, and you were sure she could feel it too.

And for the first time, you realized ; maybe you hadn’t been as oblivious as you pretended to be.

nsfw utc

Arlecchino pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes dark, gazing into your own. "Are you sure you want us to do this?" she asked you, consent is key. She held onto your waist firmly.

You nodded, your words caught in your throat, but your actions spoke louder than anything you could say.

"I want to hear you say it. Say you want this, ma lumière." my light

You hesitated at first but, you knew you wanted this. You knew you wanted her.

"Arle.. I, I want you."

You could feel her fingers sliding inside you, you were so tight, so tense. You felt a bit nervous and were holding onto her just as she was holding onto you.

"Relax yourself. . your so tense." She mumbled. She had you on her waist, one of her hands gripping your waist tight and firm as if you were going to run away from her, her breath touching your neck, leaving love bites all over, her fingers soaked from how wet you were. Her fingers were pumping in and out of you, making you squirm and moan , it made you feel so damn filled up with every time they went inside of you.

"S-so m-much... -" "You can take it, it's alright, relax." She said, you were squeezing around her, begging to be fucked into. And the way she was fucking you? You loved it. The way your arms were wrapped around her neck, your lips releasing sweet noises, and the way Arlecchino was stretching your pussy open with her fingers.

"Are you enjoying yourself? Feeling good..?" She said, feeling your tight walls clench her fingers, you couldn't focus on anything else, just the fact she was making you feel so good.

"O-oh Arle.. mm- I'm going to . .- ! " "That's it dove. Let yourself go for me, go on."

"You're staring, dove. Something on my face..?" She asked you, you were panting for air, trying to calm down from your high.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

ugh i need this woman

#i love her #soft arle i need #arlechinno x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x female reader #genshin impact #arlecchino #x reader #fanfic #lesbian #sapphic #hrtsnovas

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