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Hello! 👋 May I ask if requests are open?

hello! yes i opened them again im currently working in 2/3 if i remember correctly!

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Welcome to your unbirthday tea party!

Name's are Lucian/lu/mari/mahiru introduction

they/her

╰─► 𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 - 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.

Be specific! im not a mind reader and i can mistake requests or what do you specifically want to read in your request

I DO write: Fluff, angst, one shots, imagines, headcanons, fem/male/nonbinary/gender fluid readers, comfort, angst-to-comfort, Poly relationships (tho there will only be headcanons of this one)

i MIGHT write: obsessive characters, truly depends on how engaged i am with the request

SOURCES ILL WRITE FOR:

Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Maze Runner, Greek mythology, nordic mythology, Egyptian Mythology, Marvel comics, DC comics, Game of Thrones / House of the Dragon, the witcher, Danganronpa (all games), Cookie run, Genshin Impact, Omori, Your Turn to die, Scott Pilgrim against the world, Bungou Stray Dogs, Chainsaw Man, Project Sekai, Blue Lock, Twisted Wonderland, Call of duty, Hannibal, Arcane, witch's heart

╰─► 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 - 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

n/a

╰─► 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 - 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

n/a

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

n/a

⊱ 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 : 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧.

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Do you think you could write a piece inspired by Orpheus and Eurydice? I had TWST in mind for the fandom and our characters would be Orpheus (Rook) Eurydice (MC) and Hades (Idia, in this case actually a good friend of his just a victim of circumstance). Whether it's a tragedy or not is at your discretion.

YES, ABSOLUTELY.

apologies for taking so long with this request in the first place

"Redemption lies plainly in truth"

ROOK HUNT - Twisted Wonderland

Scenery: Inspired in a greek tragedy, the myth said Orpheus was the born son of the music, love and passion incarnated. Eurydice, his muse, his love, a whisper of spring that made the threads of his lyre get to work. Tho the fates had to interviene, a serpent bit Eurydice's ankle and so, it took her life and Orpheu's heart as well.

Warnings: No use of pronouns, gender neutral reader. Tragic. + Idia feels comfortable enough with rook to let him enter his room anytime ok?

A/N: I apologize for any speech mistakes, english is not my first language. I GOT POSESSED I SWEAR

His song started as a murmur.

Rook walked through the endless halls that characterized the Night Raven College, they were cold, lifeless and they ended up making the echoes of his voice even thinner in the distance, but not of his steps; his steps never made a sound, he was a hunter.

But his song didnt made sense, not anymore.

How would it if there was no one there to listen to it? Stolen silences, your laugh craved into his memory, but not his present. How unfair.

How dared the destiny make him long for the presence of someone who he couldnt touch nomore? how dared he to not let himself forget about how your fingertips felt in his hair when he was being caressed?.

His heart ached but longed at the same time. Love turned into grief, grief into desperation, desperation into hope, and then hope into delusion.

You weren't from this world, you didnt worked how people here did.

But you, you fell.

And the only one who could take him to the other side was his old friend: Idia Shroud.

“You're crazy” Idia muttered, his voice barely a crackle over the keyboard of his handheld console. “Do you know what it would cost me to move the rules of the Digital Underworld, there are bugs even I can't even fix!”

“And what is death but a bug in the system, non?" Rook replied, smiling with a sadness that even his French accent couldn't soften. ”You wouldn't do it for love?... Please” Rooks voice broke in the slightest once he pleaded for his friend's help in such a desperate manner he couldnt even comprehend in his grief.

Idia raised his eyes from the screen for a microsecond. He knew about love. He'd seen it in visual novels, in AI dialogues, in pixelated hearts that broke with a single wrong choice.

“I'll do what I can” he whispered ”But if you look back…" Idia couldnt even finish that phrase. Not when he was looking at Rook right into his eyes, Idia looked at the screen again.

The underworld didnt had fire, nor it was as it was portrayed in the books.

It was... Just like ignihyde, the souls that resided there, didnt wander, they waited.

Rook followed the scent. Your scent. Which he memorized by now, the smell of your skin, of the products you used in your skin and made you perfect. Unique. His

He found you, waiting. Your eyes closed.

He took his hat off, just like he always did whenever he met with you.

His hand took yours, and your eyes opened and softened at the sight of him. He didn't had to say a word.

One last song, please.

He started walking to the exit, he had to bring you back, he had to-.

Your wrist was secured in his hand, he didnt let you go, the feel of you calmed him. You were there, you werent going anywhere and he didnt had to look back... But then, he didnt felt your wrist.

His heart and feet stopped at the very same time. he tried to grasp your wrist tighter, ground himself without looking back. But he was holding nothing anymore.

he didnt felt your scent, he didnt hear your steps. His senses trying desperately to feel a glimpse of you without having to see you. He tried to call, but he couldnt find his voice.

And then he heard something falling behind him, his head inmediatly turned...

"NON-!" He maneaged to yell as he catched you turning into dust before him, he tried to grasp your body, to take you out... But it was useless.

Nonsense.

You disapeared like fog in a sunny day.

and he came back, with an unfinished song and a broken heart that weighted more than any other thing.

He sang to the mirrors since then. You came through one of them after all.

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maybe something with Set and Osiris???/nf

Hi! i dont know if youre going to read this but if you do, could be more specific in like what do you want on your request please?

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ARCREACTORDREAMS NAVIGATION

" I would love to go back to the old house "

old username was @/Niftykin

SOURCES

Harry Potter, The marauders, The knights of walpurgis, All characters

Hunger Games, All characters

Maze Runner, All characters

Greek, nordic, Egyptian Mythology, All, be specific in which myth you want it to be based on

Marvel, All characters

DC, All characters

Game of Thrones / House of the Dragon, all characters

the witcher, All characters

Gossip Girl, All characters

Bridgerton, All characters

The Royals, All characters

Pride and Prejudice, All characters

Danganronpa, All characters

Cookie run, All characters

Genshin Impact, All characters

Omori, All characters

Your Turn to die, All characters

Scott Pilgrim against the world, All characters

Bungou Stray Dogs, All characters

Chainsaw Man, All characters

Project Sekai, All characters

Blue Lock, All characters

Twisted Wonderland, All characters

Call of duty, All characters

Hannibal: All characters

Latest Works:

Ramona Flowers fluff headcanons - Ramona Flowers

"It's none of my business, but it's just been on my mind you can let it go" - Main gang Omori

" Each kiss breaks a wall " - Ruggie Bucchi

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omg yay!!! is it ok if I ask for some romance headcanons of Ramona flowers x a chubby reader? if not, totally ok!! hope you have a good day/night :)

hi! sorry for taking so long but here is your request! i hope you like it

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"I need your warm body by my side"

RAMONA FLOWERS - Scott Pilgrim vs. The world

Scenary: random fluff headcanons of ramona flowers x a gender neutral chubby reader

Warnings: Self insert, no use of pronouns/Gender neutral reader

A/N: I apologize for any speech mistakes, english is not my first language + i havent wrote in a while.

She loves how you feel. Ramona is touchy in private—she won’t always say what she feels, but she shows it. She’ll sneak up behind you and wrap her arms around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder. She finds your softness incredibly comforting, like you're her safe place after a chaotic day of dimensional exes and internal angst.

She lends you her oversized hoodies and then stares when you wear them. You think it’s casual, but she’s leaning against the doorway, sipping coffee with her eyes locked on you like you’re art. “You look better in that than I ever did,” she mumbles, cheeks slightly flushed, she acts casual (it is not casual AT ALL)

Ramona defends you like a freaking TIGER Someone makes a comment? Even a microaggression? Ramona doesn’t hesitate. That person gets a look so cold it could freeze time. She doesn’t raise her voice. she doesn’t have to. She just leans in and says, “Try that again. I dare you.”

She initiates surprisingly tender moments. She’ll paint your nails with her weird, random collection of colors. She'll do it sitting cross-legged across from you, sticking her tongue out in concentration. “Hold still,” she mutters, “You wiggle more than Scott.”

You're her grounding point. When her mind starts spiraling into the past (and her seven evil exes), you just hold her—wrap her in your arms and play with her hair. She doesn't even have to ask

Food dates = top-tier, five stars michelin bonding time. You two try every late-night diner in the area. Pancakes at 2 a.m., tater tots and milkshakes. She’s lowkey obsessed with watching you eat something you love. “You're so cute when you're happy,” she teases, poking your cheek. You threaten to throw a fry at her. She just grins.

Ramona has so many pictures of you. Not always posed. Candid shots when you’re reading, or laughing, or petting a cat in the street. She has a whole secret photo folder labeled “my lovely”. You stumble across it once. She blushes and shrugs. “You're just... photogenic.”

She gets jealous in weird, quiet ways. If someone flirts with you, she gets oddly quiet, sipping her drink with a glare so intense it's almost telekinetic. She won’t say anything until later when she softly mutters, “I love you” And you assure her with a kiss on the cheek. Or three... or a thousand, up to you

You help her unpack her emotional suitcase. Literally and metaphorically. She’s not used to being understood without conditions, but you love her without expecting her to be “fixed.” She thinks you’re magic. You think she’s stardust wrapped in denim and hair dye.

You’re her comfiest place to land.

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Hi! I really loved your Ruggie x reader fic ❤️

Just a tip(I hope you accept constructive criticism) "¿" <--- This symbol isn't used in english and it makes the reading somewhat awkward. Again, I hope you don't mind this 😓

ooh alright! thanks a lot, usually, in spanish grammar the ¿ is used for the start of a question

but ill have it in mind when im writing in english!

thank you again!!

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OMORI FANFIC PLEASE WITH THE MAIN GANG HAVING A REALLY SOFT AND GENTLE S/O PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE THIS FANDOM LACKS FANFICS-

sorry i got a little carried away there :< no pressure! write it when you habe time<<333

Hi! i just finished your request, sorry for the time i spend doing this i hope it meets your expectations.

you can find your request right here

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"It's none of my business, but it's just been on my mind you can let it go"

MAIN GANG - Omori

Scenary: Random Fluffy scenarios of the main gang with reader

Warnings: Self insert, no use of pronouns/Gender neutral reader

A/N: I apologize for any speech mistakes, english is not my first language + i havent wrote in a while.

🎻 SUNNY 🎻

Sunny wasn't one to talk much and you knew it from the start.

Sometimes, he blinks slowly whenever you tell him something nice, and that in the silent language you share, is an "I love you".

you were in the back garden of his house, he was sitting on the floor, ugging his knees and you were beside him, with a blanket on top of you two. The sky has that peach color that precedes sunset, and you just handed her a cookie wrapped in a napkin. "I made it with you in mind," you whisper, as if the air were too fragile for a loud voice. "It has almonds and a little bit of honey. I remembered you said you like it crunchy… Although yoy said it in a low voice, so I don't know if you said it or if I dreamed it.

Sunny doesn't respond right away. He just looks down at the cookie, takes it between his fingers with soul-splitting gentlenes and then he takes a bite. The smallest one. "It's delicious," he says. And you feel something warm fill your chest. Because for Sunny, that is poetry.

Then, when the sky is already tinged with blue and stars, he taps you gently on the shoulder. "Thank you for staying."

Your heart melts like marshmallow. And you just smile, leaning back a little more against him, careful not to break the spell of that moment. And even if he doesn't say anything else, he stays with you until you get cold. Then, without looking, he spreads his scarf to cover you too.

Because even if he doesn't say it, he wants to take care of you too.

🌵 BASIL 🌵

Basil's hands tremble when someone looks at him tenderly.

That's why, at first, he avoided your gaze. Not because he didn't like you. But because you were so sweet to him, so patient and gentle… that he felt like he was about to cry all the time. Today you're in his garden. He's repotting some violets, and you're sitting next to him with a basket of things: a small bottle of water, a pack of tissues, some tea biscuits, and a small drawing of you, smiling, of him and his flowers.

"This is for you," you say, placing everything on a washcloth beside him.

Basil blinks nervously.

"All… of it?"

"Uh-huh, I see you working so hard with your plants, I thought it would be nice to have a mini care kit. Like you do with them. You deserve to be cared for too, don't you think?" The shovel slips a little. His little face turns as red as a rose petal. He doesn't know what to say, so he just grabs the small bottle of water and holds it in his hands as if it were a treasure.

"Thank you…" he murmurs, almost a sigh.

And you smile, leaning down a little to pull a twig from his hair. It got caught as he bent down.

"There. Perfect as always." Basil freezes. His heart gives a strange little jump. As if something inside him blossoms where before there was only still earth.

And although he doesn't yet have the courage to take your hand, he offers you one of his violets. Small, shy. But his.

"I want you to have it..."

And you, of course, stay by his side for the rest of the afternoon, letting him tell you the meaning of each flower he gives you. And for the first time, Basil isn't afraid of silence. Because with you, even silence feels full of love.

🏀 KEL 🏀

"Ready?! I'm going to shoot it!"

Kel is standing, ball in hand, sweating in the park sun. You're sitting on the grass with a towel ready, a small bottle of cold water, and a Tupperware with cut fruit. Because seeing him happy makes you happy. And because you know that after all that running, he always forgets to take care of himself.

He takes the shot. A three-pointer.

"Whoooo! Did you see that?"

"I saw it!" you reply, clapping with such pure emotion it seems straight out of a cartoon. "You're amazing, Kel!"

Kel laughs, that laugh that sounds like a carefree summer, and runs toward you, not caring about the sweat or anything. "Come on, high five!" You give him the softest high five in the world and then, with a shy giggle, you wipe his forehead with your washcloth.

"You're such a champion, but… I don't want you to get heatstroke. Here, drink some water." He stops. He looks at you. And for a moment, it seems like the world goes silent. It's just you, him, and Kel's heart pounding like crazy.

"You're always there, aren't you?" he says, more quietly, a little nervous. "Like… like my personal cheerleader. But also like my… my safe place."

You smile at him, as if his existence is the most valuable thing on the planet."I'll always be here for you, Kel. Even if you don't score a single point."

"Hey!" he laughs. "But if you distract me with that cute little face, of course I'm going to miss!"

He throws a grape at you, you throw it back, and you both end up laughing until he forgets the game. Because Kel realizes that with you, he's already won.

🍳 HERO 🍳

The kitchen smells of vanilla and melted butter. The sun streams through the window, illuminating Hero's hair as he whisks a mixture in a ceramic bowl. He has his sleeve rolled up, a smear of flour on his cheek, and a peaceful smile on his lips.

You're sitting at the counter, legs dangling, a small glass of milk in your hands. You look at him with that silent tenderness of yours, which needs no words to say, "I'm happy here with you."

Hero turns to look at you, and his smile softens even more. "Are you okay? Are you getting bored?"

You shake your head, with that look that melts even the butter in its pan. "I'm fine. I like watching you cook. I like… being around you."

He stills. As if your sweetness has paused him for a second. "…You have a way of saying things," he murmurs, "that makes everything feel more… warm."

You shrug, playing with the napkin in your lap. "You're just warm. I want you to always know that."

And then, without much thought, he pushes a spoonful of raw dough towards you."Want to try? It's made with extra love."

You take it. It's delicious. But even more delicious is the slight blush that appears on his cheeks when you say, "It tastes like you."

Hero places the bowl on the table, slowly, as if he needs a moment to process what he just heard. And then he laughs, softly. He strokes your hair with his soft fingers and places a quick kiss on your forehead. "Thank you for making this house… feel like home again."

You smile. Because you don't need much more. Just to be with him, and continue finding bits of love between spoonfuls of dough and cups of tea.

⚾ AUBREY ⚾

Aubrey isn't one to let people in. She has a giant, invisible sign that says "No Trespassing," and a pink bat to reinforce it. But with you… with you, it's different.

She lets you in her room. With her. In silence.

You're sitting on her bed, surrounded by worn but cuddly stuffed animals, and you're sewing the floppy ear on her old stuffed bunny. She's sitting next to you, biting the sleeve of her jacket as if forcing herself not to say anything.

"Why are you so nice to me?" she asks suddenly, without looking at you.

You blink.

"Huh?"

"It's just… I'm rude, I get angry easily, I say mean things." She grimaces, lowering her gaze. "But you… you make me heart-shaped cookies. You hug me like you're not scared of me. You look at me like… like I'm worth something."

You finish sewing the ear and give her the stuffed animal with a soft smile.

"You're worth something, Aubrey. You're worth so much. And if you don't see it, I'm going to stay here to remind you until you believe it."

She looks at you. Suddenly. As if she doesn't know what to do with something so pure.

And then she does what she does best when she's speechless: She hugs you. Tight. Awkward. As if she's afraid you'll fall apart in her arms. She buries her face in your neck and murmurs:

"Promise me you won't leave."

You don't doubt it for a second.

"I'm not leaving, Aubrey. Even if you take out the bat." She laughs, choked with tears. She squeezes you tighter."You're too good for me, silly."

And you just hug her, even tighter, knowing that in that moment, she's letting you into her heart. Where very, very few people have been.

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BRO IM WORKING ON RQS AS FAST AS POSSIBLE

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guys i promise im working on the RQs i just have been a tiny bit busy by college

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I have many requests to do

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hi hanna!!! this is my first time requesting, and i'm new to this blog <3

i loved the "real men" silver one-shot! i rlly enjoyed it, i would have never thought it was your first time writing smut omg...

could I request a similar prompt (love-making, maybe reader feeling insecure?) w a dom!ruggie and established relationship? i know the prompt was from a writing event so feel free to ignore this request or change it!! have a nice day mwah mwah ❤️🍒

Hi love! Thank you Soo much for requesting! I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish your request but you can find it right here!

I hope you like it! And I hope I didn't misunderstood anything, it's like 1 am where I live and I'm like real tired but I really wanted to do this rq. Feel free to request anything else anytime! My request are open!

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" Each kiss breaks a wall "

RUGGIE BUCCHI - Twisted wonderland

Sypnosis: He will always know when you feel insecure, and he will always made sure that each one of his kisses break every brick you have placed in every one of your walls, once his lips caress your skin as a symbol of his everlasting love for you, he will make you feel worshipped. Soft Dom! Ruggie

Request: could I request a similar prompt (love-making, maybe reader feeling insecure?) w a dom!ruggie and established relationship? i know the prompt was from a writing event so feel free to ignore this request or change it!! have a nice day mwah mwah ❤️🍒

A/N: I have decided to get full on writing again after a writer's block that lasted a lot. I was ill, I'm pretty much okay now and I'm truly on this now, very nice, request are open

Warning: Smut, MDNI, all characters portrayed are up to 18, AFAB reader, romantic, fluff and a lot of smut, actually just cunnilingus, I say that people made sculptures after people with body like yours I don't really specify it tho, reader is insecure by a part of her body and is also not specified which.

He has seen you, he knows you, more than anything in this world— He pays attention.

He watches, he has seen how you look at yourself in the mirror, the slight distaste that runs on your pupils, how you refuse to look at certain spots of your skin, how you ignore them. He has realized how you flinch when he touches that patches of skin, he knows why that is but he doesn't really get why. People made sculptures over people like you, how could you feel disgusted over something so gorgeous— So natural.

Ruggie admires you.

His gaze makes you feel vulnerable under his knowing eyes, every blink adds a layer of tension in the whole deal. He doesn't look at you with disgust, ¿How could he? He worships your body and your body is the very extent of your soul— just as beautiful as it is. You're his soulmate, he feels at ease with you, his mind tranquil, his gaze soft, his pupils dilated like a doped man, you fit. You for in his arms, you fit in his very soul.

You're his Oasis. The water in his desert, the gold in his ambition, the one who brings light in his eyes. He loves you, ¿how could you ever think otherwise? He doesn't get it, he tried to, multiple times, but ¿why do you feel like that?.

If you don't feel welcomed in your own skin, he will let you have his. You live in his insides without knowing, every emotion, every thought, every flavor, every sensation. Everything is you.

You're his muse— he is no soldier, nor poet, nor a prince, nor an artist. But he loves just as deeply. You're not portrayed in his battles, or his poems, or his rules, or his paintings but on every single action he takes every single day, in every moment of his life, to be better. For you.

He will close your eyes when you don't want to see and he will cover you when you don't want to be seen.

So every time he catches a glimpse of you looking with distaste a part of your skin his hands cradle from behind you, his touch reverent, almost feather-like as his fingertips run over your cheeks and stop to cover your eyes. The reflection— your reflection is no longer visible for you, but for him. His lips travel over your skin softly, his words like a soothing balm to your very soul: "You're beautiful", like a bandage in a wound.

The bandage won't heal the wound, but it will help to stop burning.

The kisses won't make your insecurities fade away, but they will show you that not everyone hates that part of your body. That you are beautiful. That you are oh so very loved.

Then, he will lead you to the bed, lay you on you back as he watches you with pure devotion glimmering in his eyes, the malice he shows when he laughs at Leona or anybody else is completely gone in this— your chambers. His lips curving themselves in a soft smile as he looks down at you, his head tilted and his tail swinging calmly "I love you" he would say while he looked at you right on the eyes.

He would kiss you after, a soft kiss in the lips that only lasted a second, it burnt but it didn't hurt.

You laughed. He did too.

Then, he leaned for another, and then another, each one being slightly longer than the last, his fingertips moving over the patches of skin you hate without distaste but adoration.

His lips over yours as his hand travelled down your thighs, caressing them softly. "Do you want this?" He asked, his tone calm, peaceful, respectful— once you nodded he started kissing your cheek, travelling down your jaw, neck and collarbone, his hands undressing you with a calmness you would have never expected of a Hyena beastman like him.

He kissed the middle of your ribs, travelling his lips further down as one of his hands played with one of your breasts until he reached your lower abdomen and he took a breath. "¿Can I?" Ruggie asked to you, his eyes doe and clouded with desire and affection for you and the moment you gave him the green light his head dissapeared between your thighs, his ears twitching in satisfaction in you sight as his tongue sucked and licked all of your wetness. It was heavenly, it felt heavenly.

You were his Oasis, and he made sure to drink you like it. His hands grabbed your hips to keep you in place as he continued his restless assault to your core, his legs moved slightly in the bed, trying to put him closer to your crotch as his face kept placed in it, he hummed around your clit, his breath ragged as he sucked on your sensitive bud before he released it and gave you a few licks, your juices dripping from his chin to the sheets, but he couldn't care less about it. You tasted too good to stop and think about those little details.

His hand travelled to your thigh, making you rest it agaisnt his shoulder as his hand quickly went to your chest, massaging it as he let out another him of appreciation. He was drinking you like a dehydrated man.

His other hand, on the contrary, went to your heat, his middle finger teasing your entrance as his lips sucked at your clit ruthlessly before he started pulling the tip of his finger inside and move it at a painfully slow velocity before he started to pull more and more deeply on you until he was knuckle-deep inside. His movements were like waves mixed with the sucking and licking at your clit, the pleasure became almost unbearable and before you could know, your back was arched, your head thrown back and your head dizzy for the amount of pleasure. His finger drove you off of that high and when you were recovering, he pulled his finger outside of you with a lascive "Pop" before he put it in his mouth and sucked it suggestively, moaning at the taste.

"¿are you ready for another round, my love? I don't think I can show you how badly I desire you in just one ¿you know?"

AAA I forgot to write smut, I apologize for any mistakes in the grammar, english is not my first language, my request are open and I write for almost every fandom! Just ask!

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Hah, I just finished ONE request

But I feel like writing more even tho my phone is like 3% and is about to be dead. The post is on Queue, so it will post tomorrow hopefully

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5 request on the way, let's gooo