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someone write joost klein x reader x ski aggu smut or i will.

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN, HARD SEX? NO! SOFT SEX AND A SUBMISSIVE JOOST PLEASE

HELP……. OKAY…..

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pls i am begging for hard dom rough joost pls pls pls i will do anything i will give you me right kidney

FINE. I AM WRITING IT.

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hey! do not mean this negatively at all but you should work on your grammar a little 🙏proofreading wouldn’t hurt too

HELP I FORGOT TO USE GRAMMARLY IN MY PAST THINGS… IM SORRY..

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Reblog if you like explicit smut with Joost and are proud of it.

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LIKE NOW.

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pairing: f!dom x joost!sub

kinks: choking, degrading, soft femdom, praise , spit , exhibitionism/public sex , fingers in mouth , cunnilingus

authors note: may have gotten too freaky.. with this one…

Joost lighter flickered a small flame outside behind the venue in London. Rain poured down in front of him, luckily being hidden by the rain with a small shelter. His hair was messily styled to fit his aesthetic and was wearing a polo shirt, tie, black trousers, boots and striped arm warmers. As he took drags out of his cig, he thought about his girlfriend. How lovely you were, how sweet and passionate for love you were. You always made sure you was there for him.

Joost furrowed his eyebrows at the thought at how he didn’t even deserve you and you need someone better to love. He threw his cigarette on the ground and stamped on it lightly. The ashes spreading on the pavement. Those thoughts had to set aside. For now.

Joost opened the fire exit of the dressing room. Seeing you in a casual outfit sitting in his chair. Joost smiled as you was on your phone scrolling mindlessly on whatever social media you was on. He walked to the main dressing room entrance and exit, locking it. Joost wrapped around his arms around your shoulders his arms covering nearly wrapping your entire body how little you was compared to him.

“Joost.”

You murmured as you liked his latest music video and switched to TikTok. Your head tilted to his face. Him grabbing your chin and kissing you softly. You rolled your eyes knowing what he wanted. Same pattern every time.

“I know what you want Joost.”

You responded to his affectionate kiss. Joost eyes widened nervously. His eyes fluttered open and shut before responding to you. Him raising an eyebrow and walked away slightly.

“I don’t know what you’re going on about, baby.”

Joost stated as you got out of your chair. His eyes lingering on you, every emotion you had, every step you took. He bent down to you, adjusting himself to your height. How small you was made him crazy how easier you was to pick up and fuck. But it drove him even more crazy that you was the more dominant one in this relationship. How your sultry voice degraded him and praised him. Thinking about it, the words made him shiver.

“What time is it Joost?”

His eyes pierced at you. Obediently following your direction. Joost looked above him, to see less than 50 minutes to the show. His mind calculating of how long it would take for a little session. As you were a few centimetres away from him. He knelt down for you.

Your hand grabbing his chin, tongues intertwined and tasting each other. Salvia dripping all down Joost’s mouth. His eyes, needy looking , needing you so bad. He needed you to kiss him more, give him your poison. Joost needed you. To bring him back to life.

As you grabbed his blonde roots, his head tilted back. Leaving his neck exposed for your pretty lips to give him anything. Your lips sucked on his neck, his breath exhilarating. Leaving him purple hickeys all over his neck. Your teeth harshly nipped his neck. Making him squeak and left off guard a little.

“such a pathetic slut for me, aren’t you.”

Joost rolled his blue eyes back as you slowly rubbed his clothed boner behind his black trousers. Your soft hand teasing him erecting cock. His whines getting louder as his cock was begging for attention.

“yes i am-.. fuck.. please…please..y/n.”

Joost groaned, tilting his head back. He tried to touch you. His hand’s reaching out to grope your tits. Only just to be slapped harshly by you on face. Little did you know he liked it. Heck, he even loved being slapped by you. His lusful eyes stared at you.

“please what you whore.”

You hissed. Your hand shoved his fingers in his mouth, making joost gag and drool all over them. He sucked your fingers softly. Accepting the teasing finally. Imagine if someone saw Joost like this. Begging, pleading, whining for attention on his knees like a puppy.

As you pulled your fingers out, joost stuck his tounge out, saliva drooling all over. You spat in his mouth, saliva dripping down his neck and mouth. He lustfully swallowing it. You pulled down his black trousers, putting them on to the floor. His grey boxers were on full display. Him hissing at the sight of his boner even more exposed and painfully aching. As you began to rub it, he whinced out of pleasure. His body shaking as he was knelt down for you.

Eventually you pulled down his boxers. His cock throbbing, slowly moving up and down. Joost breathed heavily as you put both of your hands on him, stroking softly his hard cock. Joost body shivered causing him to twitch, at the result of your actions. He held on to the wall, his knees slightly starting to ache. Joost laughed out of pleasure and pain. Best of both worlds for him.

“Oh- Fuck.!.. Oh my god..”

He gasped, arching his back. His nails digging in to the cheap paint. Scratching bit off the wall. He breathed in and out quickly trying not to moan too loud. His eyes pierced on your soft hands. His thighs shook repeatedly. With one of your hands you grabbed on to his thigh while the other was locked in jacking him off. His hips buckled back and forth, cursing underneath his breath.

“I’m going to-“

Joost gasped, nearly out of breath of your hand movements. He whined, his hips thrusting in to your hand. Begging for more stimulation. He moaned loudly, all of his cum flowing all over your hand and his cock. He softly regained his breath. His cock going soft slightly.

Joost gritted his teeth. Pushing you on to the floor, crawling to you. Pulling down your shorts with his teeth then your panties. His eyes widening at the sight of you being wet. Putting his legs on his shoulders. He immediately without any hesitation to your wet pussy. His tongue delving on to you, tasting your sweet nectar. As he listened to your moans that made him motivated even more to make you feel like a god.

His tounge went even deeper. Hitting all of your weakspots. As his lips sucked on your cunt. Joost looked up as he continued, his pearly eyes making contact with your eyes until your grabbed his sliver roots and made his go even deeper. His head shoving in to your clit. His arm wrapping around your thighs. Grabbing you tightly.

He kissed your pussy, the man wanted to worship you. Praise you for just existing. He moaned as he went further in. His head going in out to make sure your stimulated. Your thighs shaking out of pleasure as you arched your back. As you came he put his head up. Tasting all of your sweet juices and staining the carpet. He wiped the cum off him, with a tissue. Helping you get dressed before him.

He put his boxers back on. Joost pulled his trousers back up, zipping myself his fly up. Fixing his hair in the mirror and hissing at the hickeys you gave him. He had to force himself he didn’t care. He bent down to you, kissing you softly and going back up to unlock the door and exit. Hearing the screams, cheers and chants of his name as he waked on to the stage.

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pairing: f!dom x joost!sub

kinks: choking, degrading, soft femdom, praise , spit , exhibitionism/public sex , fingers in mouth , cunnilingus

authors note: may have gotten too freaky.. with this one…

Joost's lighter flickered a small flame outside behind the venue in London. Rain poured down in front of him, luckily being hidden by the rain with a small shelter. His hair was messily styled to fit his aesthetic and was wearing a polo shirt, tie, black trousers, boots and striped arm warmers. As he took drags out of his cig, he thought about his girlfriend. How lovely you were, how sweet and passionate for love you were. You always made sure you were there for him.

Joost furrowed his eyebrows at the thought at how he didn’t even deserve you and you need someone better to love. He threw his cigarette on the ground and stamped on it lightly. The ashes spreading on the pavement. Those thoughts had to set aside. For now.

Joost opened the fire exit of the dressing room. Seeing you in a casual outfit sitting in his chair. Joost smiled as you were on your phone scrolling mindlessly on whatever social media you were on. He walked to the main dressing room entrance and exit, locking it. Joost wrapped his arms around your shoulders his arms covering nearly your entire body how little you were compared to him.

“Joost.”

You murmured as you liked his latest music video and switched to TikTok. Your head tilted to his face. He grabbed your chin and kissed you softly. You rolled your eyes knowing what he wanted. Same pattern every time.

“I know what you want Joost.”

You responded to his affectionate kiss. Joost's eyes widened nervously. His eyes fluttered open and shut before responding to you. He raised an eyebrow and walked away slightly.

“I don’t know what you’re going on about, baby.”

Joost stated as you got out of your chair. His eyes lingered on you, every emotion you had, every step you took. He bent down to you, adjusting himself to your height. How small you were made him crazy how easier you were to pick up and fuck. But it drove him even more crazy that you were the more dominant one in this relationship. How your sultry voice degraded him and praised him. Thinking about it, the words made him shiver.

“What time is it Joost?”

His eyes pierced at you. Obediently following your directions. Joost looked above him, to see less than 50 minutes to the show. His mind calculated how long it would take for a little session. As you were a few centimetres away from him. He knelt for you.

Your hand grabbing his chin, tongues intertwined and tasting each other. Salvia dripping all down Joost’s mouth. His eyes, needy looking , needing you so bad. He needed you to kiss him more, give him your poison. Joost needed you. To bring him back to life.

As you grabbed his blonde roots, his head tilted back. Leaving his neck exposed for your pretty lips to give him anything. Your lips sucked on his neck, his breath exhilarating. Leaving him purple hickeys all over his neck. Your teeth harshly nipped his neck. Making him squeak and left off guard a little.

“such a pathetic slut for me, aren’t you.”

Joost rolled his blue eyes back as you slowly rubbed his clothed boner behind his black trousers. Your soft hand teasing him erecting cock. His whines getting louder as his cock was begging for attention.

“yes i am-.. fuck.. please…please..y/n.”

Joost groaned, tilting his head back. He tried to touch you. His hand’s reaching out to grope your tits. Only just to be slapped harshly by you on face. Little did you know he liked it. Heck, he even loved being slapped by you. His lusful eyes stared at you.

“please what you whore.”

You hissed. Your hand shoved his fingers in his mouth, making joost gag and drool all over them. He sucked your fingers softly. Accepting the teasing finally. Imagine if someone saw Joost like this. Begging, pleading, whining for attention on his knees like a puppy.

As you pulled your fingers out, Joost stuck his tongue out, saliva drooling all over. You spat in his mouth, saliva dripping down his neck and mouth. He lustfully swallowed it. You pulled down his black trousers, putting them on the floor. His grey boxers were on full display. His hissing at the sight of his boner was even more exposed and painfully aching. As you began to rub it, he whinced out of pleasure. His body shook as he knelt down for you.

Eventually, you pulled down his boxers. His cock throbbing, slowly moving up and down. Joost breathed heavily as you put both of your hands on him, stroking softly his hard cock. Joost's body shivered causing him to twitch, at the result of your actions. He held on to the wall, his knees slightly starting to ache. Joost laughed out of pleasure and pain. Best of both worlds for him.

“Oh- Fuck.!.. Oh my god..”

He gasped, arching his back. His nails digging in to the cheap paint. Scratching bit off the wall. He breathed in and out quickly trying not to moan too loud. His eyes pierced on your soft hands. His thighs shook repeatedly. With one of your hands you grabbed on to his thigh while the other was locked in jacking him off. His hips buckled back and forth, cursing underneath his breath.

“I’m going to-“

Joost gasped, nearly out of breath of your hand movements. He whined, his hips thrusting into your hand. Begging for more stimulation. He moaned loudly, all of his cum flowing all over your hand and his cock. He softly regained his breath. His cock going soft slightly.

Joost gritted his teeth. Pushing you onto the floor, crawling to you. Pulling down your shorts with his teeth then your panties. His eyes widened at the sight of you being wet. Putting his legs on his shoulders. He immediately without any hesitation to your wet pussy. His tongue delved into you, tasting your sweet nectar. As he listened to your moans that made him motivated even more to make you feel like a god.

His tongue went even deeper. Hitting all of your weak spots. As his lips sucked on your cunt. Joost looked up as he continued, his pearly eyes making contact with your eyes until you grabbed his sliver roots and made him go even deeper. His head shoving into your clit. His arm wrapping around your thighs. Grabbing you tightly.

He kissed your pussy, the man wanted to worship you. Praise you for just existing. He moaned as he went further in. His head goes in and out to make sure you're stimulated. Your thighs shook out of pleasure as you arched your back. As you came he put his head up. Tasting all of your sweet juices and staining the carpet. He wiped the cum off him, with a tissue. Helping you get dressed before him.

He put his boxers back on. Joost pulled his trousers back up, zipping his fly-up. Fixing his hair in the mirror and hissing at the hickeys you gave him. He had to force himself he didn’t care. He bent down to you, kissing you softly and going back up to unlock the door and exit. Hearing the screams, cheers and chants of his name as he walked on to the stage.

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NEEDDDDDD!!!!!! MORE DOM JOOST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HELP OKAY!!!! …

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im writing pussy eating joost in a dressing room while he’s being degraded / praised you have been fed

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kinks: drug intake, canabis intake, rough smut, brusing , praise , hickeys , bites , degrading , hair pulling

authors note: meow

you never smoked weed. but the average dutch person did, and joost fitted right in to that category. somehow, he convinced you greatly to take at least one drag. that drag turned in to two, three, four. making you completely out there. joost was fully out there, holding you hand as you felt you was drifting away in the clouds. his blue eyes shimmering in the moon light rays peaking through the curtains of amsterdam .

it stunk of mother nature, the whole room filled with the lingering smell of mary jane. joost groaned aggressively. wanting more and more from your damn body. his diamond eyes dilated on yours, grabbing your hips tightly and pushed himself in to you. you hitched as you felt him pushing right up.

“hou op met zeuren, neem het voor mij aan. <stop whining, take it for me>”

joost hissed, the weed made him more aggressive as his orgasm wasn’t building up while you were crying, squirting beneath him. his teeth grinded against each other. him growling underneath his breath as each thrust only him more lustful. he put his head against your shoulder.

“can’t you handle it baby?”

his hot breath against your ear, as you rolled your eyes back at each aggressive thrust he pounded your insides. he slowly moves down to your neck. kissing it softly, and biting at your neck. as you stared at him through the mirror. his blue eyes met yours through the reflection. as joost kept pushing himself in to you. he pulled your hair slightly, your head tilting back slightly.

“who’s a pretty girl?”

joost smiled in the reflection, flashing his pearly whites. he softly chuckled as you was struggling to form even words out of your head.

“tsk. so cock dumb aren’t you.”

joost rested his head on your shoulder still, grabbing you by the hips. you whinced of pain of his nails digging in. as he let out his last thrusts. joost groaned loudly, biting your shoulder to hide his pathetic moans. As he slowly pulled out, leaving his cum inside you. all filled up. he rolled over to the bed. unluckily falling down to the floor.

“Godverdomme <god damn it>”

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kinks: drug intake, canabis intake, rough smut, brusing , praise , hickeys , bites , degrading , hair pulling

authors note: meow

you never smoked weed. but the average dutch person did, and joost fitted right in to that category. somehow, he convinced you greatly to take at least one drag. that drag turned in to two, three, four. making you completely out there. joost was fully out there, holding you hand as you felt you was drifting away in the clouds. his blue eyes shimmering in the moon light rays peaking through the curtains of amsterdam .

it stunk of mother nature, the whole room filled with the lingering smell of mary jane. joost groaned aggressively. wanting more and more from your damn body. his diamond eyes dilated on yours, grabbing your hips tightly and pushed himself in to you. you hitched as you felt him pushing right up.

“hou op met zeuren, neem het voor mij aan. <stop whining, take it for me>”

joost hissed, the weed made him more aggressive as his orgasm wasn’t building up while you were crying, squirting beneath him. his teeth grinded against each other. him growling underneath his breath as each thrust only him more lustful. he put his head against your shoulder.

“can’t you handle it baby?”

his hot breath against your ear, as you rolled your eyes back at each aggressive thrust he pounded your insides. he slowly moves down to your neck. kissing it softly, and biting at your neck. as you stared at him through the mirror. his blue eyes met yours through the reflection. as joost kept pushing himself in to you. he pulled your hair slightly, your head tilting back slightly.

“who’s a pretty girl?”

joost smiled in the reflection, flashing his pearly whites. he softly chuckled as you was struggling to form even words out of your head.

“tsk. so cock dumb aren’t you.”

joost rested his head on your shoulder still, grabbing you by the hips. you whinced of pain of his nails digging in. as he let out his last thrusts. joost groaned loudly, biting your shoulder to hide his pathetic moans. As he slowly pulled out, leaving his cum inside you. all filled up. he rolled over to the bed. unluckily falling down to the floor.

“Godverdomme <god damn it>”

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fighting the demons

max verstappen x f!reader 18+

kinks/cw: toxic behaviour, orgasm denial, vibrators, bondage

“talk back to me like that again, ill rearrange your guts, slet.”

max eye twitched at the sight of you talking to checo. his teeth grinding together, trying to hold his whole career together before him. how he carried the whole fucking team on to his back, his teammate testing everday for max’s patience. he flickered back in to reality, putting on a happy face and walking to you and checo.

“y/n.. i think it’s time to go. sorry, we have an appointment.”

what a lie, max placed his arm on your shoulder. dragging you away silently from the conversation, he mumbled in his breath.

“your such a fucking idiot.. wont you ever learn.”

max tightened his grip on his shoulder, pulling you closer as he waved to the crowd of fans screaming his name before you stepped in to the car.

the car ride was silent, expect from max going more quicker in the car than usual. Making swift turns, scaring you as he laughed it off until the way back to the hotel.

“wont you ever learn.”

max hissed as you were tied up by your arms and ankles with his belt. A vibrator between your legs. Making you squirm underneath him. Your legs buckling over the stimulation as max stood, towering over you. Playing with the app, making you feel the highs and lows of the vibrations. Even with your pleas, he wouldn’t listen.

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the only thing i need in my life is soft morning sex with Joost and just being so needy and loving for each other🙏🙏 (praise kink makes my brain go brrr😩)

love your work!❤️

lazy mornings

joost klein x fem!reader

warnings: face-sitting, language, smut.

your eyes open lazily under the influence of sunlight from outside the window. you mentally scold yourself and your boyfriend for not closing the curtains, but you were too busy with each other last night to even remember.

it’s quiet, save for the soft snores filling your ears. with the way your body is tangled with joost’s, you feel his steady breathing, his face happily buried in the crook of your neck.

this is one of the first times you wake up first. usually joost is the early bird who gets up just before the alarm goes off. the result of opening your eyes first was last night's drinking with friends. joost, well he drank way too much. so it's inevitable that he'll wake up with a huge hangover.

“god morgen, beautiful.” his morning voice is always so deep — raspy. you shut your eyes again, murmuring a greeting back at him as he props himself up a little to kiss you on the cheek. “ouch, my head.”

“do you need medicine, love?”

“no,” he yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. “i need only you.”

you laugh, starting to run your finger along jooste's tinted cheek. he closes his eyes under your touch, enjoying each new movement. a blissful little sigh slips from his lips, as he nuzzles into your palm. you lean forward to smear a kiss against his forehead, overcome with fondness; warm lips lingering on his skin.

you admire every one of his features, ghosting your hand over his bare skin. he always looks beautiful, of course, but especially when he has his eyes closed. it is mornings like these you most adore — a quiet moment to contrast your loud, busy life. a moment alone with your lover, with your thoughts. when you stop the scratching, he grabs your hand and places a long kiss on it.

he hums, before whispering, lips tickling the edges of your ear on purpose, pouting, “mh, continue.”

he’s a little too pretty, like this. framed by the hazy sunshine, like something out of a dream. all soft clouds and gentle caresses, the scent of dried lavender, the pitter patter of rain against a windowsill. all things kind and comforting. 

“i don’t want you to fall asleep again.” you laugh quietly, burying your hands in his messy blonde hair.

you’re afraid that your heart might give out, if you look at him for too long.

joost finally opens his blue eyes and, you take back your words, he is even more beautiful than ever.

being in joost’s arms is pure bliss. the most grounding sensation you know, one that never fails to calm you down, no matter how stressed or anxious you’re feeling. with his broad chest and strong arms, his bergamot-scented skin. so doting, pressing little kisses to your shoulder, trying to console you. his hair tickles your cheek a little, but it’s comforting.

“what’s wrong, honey?” he questions, voice set on a low, particularly soothing lilt. coaxing, almost cooing — a tone that buzzes with safety. his big hands go to rest on your head and back, smoothing down your spine.

”nothing,” you sniffle. feeling a little silly. “you’re just too perfect. ‘s not fair.”

a pause. 

then, a chuckle bubbles up from joost’s throat. something fond and delightful unfurls in his chest, a kind of relief; a feather-light amusement.

”ah, is that so?” he drawls, a lazy amusement flickering through his eyes. playful. “don’t you have enough after yesterday?”

“never.” you shake your head, smiling deviously.

“sit on my face then.” he shuffles further down on the bed, lifting his head away from the pillow. “go ahead. make yourself comfortable.”

as you obey, you feel a tingling sensation down on your lower belly, butterflies awakening as you place your knees in between his head. “such a pretty look.” you squeal when he tugs your thighs closer, his mouth immediately attaching to your wet pussy. joost growls deeply, feeling the vibrations on your cunt.

your mind goes into a state of bliss, your hands grabbing his hair tightly. “that’s right,” he says between licking your cunt, “fucking grind yourself on me, mhmm…”

“oh, baby,” you whimper, closing your eyes as your hips unconsciously hump his face, “i think i’m gonna cum.”

he replies with a deep “mhm?” and doesn’t stop playing with your engorged, sensitive clit. he laps his tongue on your pussy like an animal, his big hands gripping your thighs so tightly that they might leave handprints.

your legs shake as you climax, your hands reaching behind you to grab ahold of his thighs. he licks all the cum spilled out of you.

but joost doesn’t stop.

your eyes expand when he continues to drink up all your juices, lapping his tongue against your throbbing bud again and again, nonstop. the overstimulation makes you pull away, but he stops you.

“we’re not done,” he grumbles, “not fucking done eating your pussy.”

joost’s mouth and jaw were soaked in your wetness, and that’s clearly what he likes. joost likes it messy, he likes to eat your pussy like it was his last meal. and seeing you on top of him like this — being a good girl to take his tongue, learning how to subdue the overwhelming sensations and instead take pleasure in them, he plans to reward you after this.

“i—i’m cumming,” you barely say in a whisper, mouth agape.

joost chuckles menacingly as you spill all over him once again. he watches in awe how your body trembles, struggling to keep yourself up.

“good girl,” he kisses your inner thigh. “you’re more valuable than all the medicines in the world.”

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Hi!!! Is it okayy if I can request a month of y2k story for mainly lewis hamilton ft nico rosberg with f1 racer!reader. Basically I was thinkin that they're all rly close friends with something romantic forming with lewis and the reader but after an inchdient with rosberg they have an argument where she's predicts brocedes downfall in a interview (something like "both of them are gonna destroy each other anyway so" there rly isn't a competition???) after the reader wins the wdc of 2009 (im sorry jenson) there's an after party where lewis and the reader get into a screaming match outside the club but they end up havin an intense hook up??? Maybe she cries afterwards during aftercare cuz she feels horrible for what she said and they confess too each other???? Maybe the trio get back together as well??? 😊😊

sure thank you for the idea!!! keep submitting guys!!!

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hi! for your month of y2k, i would like to request smut with fernando. i was wondering if you could write her as an escort who flavio hires for fernando and accompanies him to the 2005 prize giving ceremony? maybe they get into a relationship at the end? 😁

ill write it now and post it on the 1st day

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🧷 ıllı " A MONTH OF Y2K F1 " ››› ִ ⊹ ۪ ࣪

➫ september 1st to september 30th filled with smut to fluff to anything. Request it!

➫ why am i doing this? i want to be more fics with y2k drivers especially nico and kimi!!!!!