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In ur fanfics where reader flirts with someone else where it’s fem chara x fem reader, why is it always a man? (Or most of the time) a man? (Hoping my tone doesn’t come across bad, just genuinely asking)

ah umm so... the way i see it is—if reader flirts with a man, it might make the female characters feel more upset (?) ‘cause to me, flirting while already being with someone is either unintentional (but still not great?) or it’s intentional provocation… and we all know where that kind of thing leads to 😳

if my explanation’s a bit confusing, feel free to ask! really, it’s no problem at all—asking questions is totally okay and i’m not bothered in the slightest, loveee 🫶💖

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BRO THE FRAT VI TEXT WAS TO GOOOOOOOD 😫😫😫 PLEASE MAKE MORE TEXT OR LIKE A ONESHOTTTTT ABT IT!! 🫶🫶🫶 maybe reader wants vi to prove that there will be more to their relationship than just fucking?? like reader wants to be wooed? BUT IT WAS SO GOOD I ATE IT UP AND YOU ATE IT UP TOO AND LEFT ZERO CRUMBS😝😝😚

girl i made a series about frat!vi finally, here if you want to read!! loveeee

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Bro frat VI getting in a argument with us and we stand our ground, blocking her, her friends, ignoring her, returning all her shit we’ve ever borrowed and taking any of our hoodies back. And then as revenge we start flirting, okay floating around campus like enticing certain people, but it’d be men, instead of flirting with girls we’re flirting with fucking men. I just wanna see how livid she would be

babe this idea is so good i have to make it into a series (hopefully i won't drop it mid-way haha)

here!

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SERIES 08 ─────── CALLIN MY PHONE.

PAIRINGS: VIOLET “VI” X FEM!READER

WARNING(S): explicit content (minors & men dni)

TAGS: fratgirl!vi ;; college!au ;; arcane.

you dated vi—the golden girl of her frat, all abs, attitude, and arrogance. everyone knew she was obsessed with you, even if she masked it with that smug, flirtatious grin and cocky dominance. you were hers, fully and loudly. but things burned out fast. she got too possessive. you walked away. blocked her. ignored her. gave back every damn thing she ever left at your place. reclaimed your hoodies like war trophies. now she’s spiraling. and you? you’re floating around campus like sin incarnate—smiling at guys you don’t even like, laughing like you’re over her, just to twist the knife. she watches. she seethes. and when she snaps, she snaps hard. because vi doesn’t beg. she hunts. and once you flirt with the wrong man in front of her? all bets are off.

CHAPTER I   ────── HEARTCHECK.

CHAPTER II  ──────

CHAPTER III ──────

CHAPTER IV ──────

── TAGLIST: @/holdmeagainstyourchest ;;

NAVIGATION.

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SERIES 08 ─────── CHAPTER I.

PAIRINGS: VIOLET “VI” X FEM!READER

WARNINGS(S): lowercase, explicit content (minors & men dni)

TAGS: fratgirl!vi ;; college!au ;; arcane

CHAPTER INDEX. || NAVIGATION.

vi didn’t even see you the first time—it was the guy’s laugh that made her head snap up. loud. confident. way too close to you.

you were at the quad, leaning just slightly toward him, grinning with that sly little smile she used to think was hers. he said something stupid, probably, and you laughed—not politely, but openly. the kind of laugh vi hadn’t earned in weeks.

she blinked once. then again.

you were wearing your hoodie. not hers. not the one she left at your place with her initials on the tag and a faint smell of weed and sex. you’d given that back—folded, too. no note. just clean rejection.

her fists clenched.

vi stood under the frat house awning, flanked by two of her brothers who were already watching the scene like it was a damn show.

“bro. ain’t that your girl?” one of them asked.

“nah,” vi muttered, teeth grit. “that’s my ex.”

but the possessiveness in her voice said otherwise.

she hadn’t just lost you. you hadn’t just blocked her on everything—her number, her burner, her twitch. you didn’t even leave a trail. just cold silence and a bag of things that used to live in your apartment: boxers, phone charger, that stupid lighter you always stole. her shit, returned. your hoodies, reclaimed. like you were erasing her.

and now?

now you were laughing at men.

fucking men.

the audacity.

her jaw tightened. “you seein’ this shit?” she mumbled to herself, not even hearing the reply. her gaze didn’t move. couldn’t. she was locked in.

you tossed your hair over your shoulder, clearly sensing her watching. you didn’t look her way though. didn’t give her the time of day.

vi’s breath left sharp through her nose. she could feel the rage curling in her gut—white-hot, possessive, unfiltered rage.

she pulled out her phone.

blocked or not, she knew you still checked that second insta account.

fine.

two can play petty.

you didn’t reply.

of course you didn’t.

vi refreshed the fake account three times. nothing. no story views, no like backs, no “read” on her last message. you hadn’t even opened it. you were busy. smiling at some other guy’s joke on the campus lawn, your legs crossed like you were royalty and these boys were lining up to kiss the ring.

and maybe they were.

vi stood by the bike racks, hoodie over her head, fists in her pockets like some delinquent on parole. she’d been here twenty minutes, pretending not to care, pretending she didn’t skip her group project just to catch a glimpse of you.

you leaned against the table, phone in hand, scrolling like nothing was wrong. like you didn’t know her eyes were burning holes into the curve of your waist. like you hadn’t just yesterday had some guy’s hand hovering dangerously close to your thigh while you threw your head back laughing.

vi’s jaw tensed.

she hated this.

not just the jealousy—but the you. this version of you. all soft skin and sharp apathy. cold. dismissive. you didn’t cry. you didn’t post vague quotes. you didn’t beg her back like she thought you would.

no. you iced her out.

unbothered. untouched. unfazed.

and fuck, you were so hot like that.

vi gritted her teeth and muttered to herself. “she wants me to lose it.”

but you weren’t even looking her way.

you didn’t care.

and that made her seethe.

she pulled her phone out again, typed something angry, deleted it. again. again. then finally:

you done playing yet?

nothing.

you didn’t even glance at your phone.

she was losing.

you weren’t sulking. you weren’t mourning. you were glowing—getting prettier, smugger, bolder by the damn minute. wearing shorts that showed off your legs and laughing like you’d never been under her, arching your back, crying her name like it was gospel.

“fuck this,” vi hissed and started walking.

her boots hit the pavement with purpose.

you didn’t see her coming. not yet.

but you would.

oh, you would.

and when she had you alone, when she pinned you against the wall and made you remember exactly who ruined you first—then you’d stop pretending she didn’t matter.

the call came in at 1:03 am.

your phone buzzed twice on the nightstand before going silent, the screen flashing that familiar contact photo—vi, grinning stupidly in a backward cap, her arm slung over your shoulder like she belonged there.

you let it ring out.

again, a minute later.

then again.

by the fourth time, you picked up. not because you missed her voice. but because you were tired of her not getting the message.

you didn’t even greet her. just let the silence drag out.

vi was breathing heavy. not panting—furious.

“pick up your fucking texts,” she snapped. “what the hell’s your problem, huh? you think ignoring me’s cute?”

your voice was cool. unmoved. “didn’t ask you to call.”

vi laughed bitterly. “you’re out here flirting with every guy who blinks at you like you’re single.”

“i am single.”

that shut her up for half a beat.

“i see you, y’know,” she said, lower now. “acting like you don’t remember who had you drooling on my strap not even a month ago—”

you cut her off.

“uh-huh. and i remember you pushing up on every girl at your stupid frat party the night before that.”

vi scoffed. “they didn’t mean shit.”

“oh no, i’m sure they didn’t. just like i didn’t, right?”

silence.

you leaned back, cool as ever. “what, they get boring already? thought you had options. what happened to that brunette in the cheer skirt? she finally realize you moan my name when you’re drunk?”

that hit.

you could hear the shift in her breath.

she growled, “i didn’t call to fight.”

“no, you called because none of them hit like i did. or maybe they don’t beg the way i used to, huh?”

“don’t fuckin’ do that—”

“you miss me?” you asked, mock sweet.

vi exhaled sharply. “you know i do.”

you smiled. cold. cutting.

“well that’s your problem,” you said. “nobody told you to call me.”

then, twisting the knife:

“should’ve stuck with the girls who were lining up for you. oh wait—none of them could take it like i could, huh?”

click.

you hung up.

and vi? vi stood in the middle of her room, phone still pressed to her ear like she hadn’t just been destroyed. she stared into nothing, pulse hammering, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

she deserved that.

didn’t mean it didn’t burn.

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I just realized your pinned post was made 24 YEARS AGO!?!?!

lolll i just messed the day with the web version of tumblr!! i'm not that early girlll (^..^)ﾉ

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fratgirl!vi wants you to take her back pt.2

nsfw mentioned!!

😝 in love with frat girl vi!!

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i loveeeeeee the way you write frat vi!!!! never stop ㅤꨄ︎

hehehee thank you darling!! and ofc i will never stop ᕦʕ •ᴥ•ʔᕤ

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frat girl vi wants you back, tries in her own way.

nsfw mentioned!!

lolll first time doing these kind of text (๑ت๑)ﾉ hope u guys like it!! btw thanks for 800+ followers ♡♡♡♡

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WE NEED AMAB!SEVIKA VERSION NEXT GIRLLLLLLLLLL

okay okay chill i've got you.

tags: nsfw ;; dick describing (!!!) ;; oral (s.receiving) ;; amab!sevika.

sevika’s dick is a fucking menace. ain’t no other word for it. this is a weapon. thick like a damn forearm (okay maybe not literally, but it feels like it), dark and intimidating with prominent veins that snake up the shaft like battle scars. the kind of cock that swings heavy between her thighs and smacks your cheek when she pulls it out—just to be a dick about it. the head is swollen, flushed a deep plum color, already leaking with lazy confidence. it's got that slight downward curve too, like it’s taunting your mouth to try and handle it.

she grips the base lazily with her cybernetic arm, smirking down at you with that half-lidded, cruel smirk. her voice? low. rough. teasing.

“what?” she drawls, watching your lips part. “you wanted this fat fucking cock, didn’t you?”

you go down on her and fuck, her reaction is instant. not sweet. not gentle. sevika groans like she just got hit in the gut—raw, ragged, a hand flying to the back of your head as your lips stretch wide around her thickness. her thighs are rock solid, her hips already tensing. she doesn’t ease you in, she holds you there, watching the tears prick your eyes.

“shit… look at that mouth,” she growls, voice shaky now. “fuckin’ made for this.”

you gag and she grins, wide and dangerous, like it’s the hottest thing she’s ever seen. her cock pulses on your tongue, heavy and twitching, and she lets out a broken moan when you swallow around the tip.

and you? you’re dizzy, ruined, addicted—because this isn’t just head.

this is survival.

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okay chat can ask me abt the thirst of any character and i shall deliver, that amab caitlyn thirst leave me throbbing.

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Any thoughts about sucking AMAB!Caitlyn queen?

ho is u good? 'cause i ain't.

tags: nsfw ;; dick describing (!!!) ;; oral (c.receving) ;; amab!caitlyn.

caitlyn’s cock is just as elegant and deadly as she is—long and sleek, perfectly groomed, with a prominent vein running along the underside that throbs when you so much as breathe on it. the tip? flushed a royal pink, already beading with precum like she's embarrassed by how much she wants you. her length isn’t monstrous, but it commands—somewhere around eight inches, with a graceful curve upward that makes you feel how calculated she is, even in how she fucks. smooth, trimmed neatly, with a scent clean and expensive, like polished steel and faint cologne.

when you sink to your knees, her fingers twitch by her sides before she finally cups your chin—gently, of course. caitlyn’s all control, all pride—until your lips wrap around her tip and she gasps. just a little. just enough. her thighs flex, boots planted apart as if bracing herself.

“darling…” she breathes, voice tight. “that mouth of yours…”

you swirl your tongue beneath the head, tracing that pulsing vein, and caitlyn lets out a hissed curse—low, clipped, english-accented filth. her head tips back, lashes fluttering, and she dares not thrust. she’s a lady. a lady who’s unraveling fast under the way you suck her cock like it’s divine judgment. her control frays with each wet glide down her shaft, with each gagged moan you make just for her.

“look at you,” she rasps, hand sliding into your hair. “choking so prettily on my cock… you’re perfect.”

and you? you’d take every inch again just to hear her say it one more time.

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SLEEPY HEAD.

PAIRINGS: CAITLYN X SLEEPY!FEM!READER X VI

AUTHOR'S NOTE: it's been a while since i last write fluff, so yeah here we go! reader is a chess girl in this post btw!

WARNING(S): lowercase.

navigation.

1. you’re a strategic genius with the soul of a nap-loving cat.

you’ll be in the middle of analyzing a high-stakes board game, murmuring, “if i move here, they’ll go there… checkmate in five,” and then—nothing. silence. caitlyn peeks in expecting a brilliant play and finds you fast asleep, head resting on the board, a black bishop pressed into your cheek.

2. vi absolutely lives for carrying you around.

it started as a joke. “sleepy again, huh?” she scooped you up bridal-style—and then just… never stopped. she refuses to let you walk home if you’re yawning even a little. “why walk when you’ve got a six-pack uber, babe?”

3. caitlyn is the quiet protector during your naps.

she adjusts pillows. places a warm cup of tea by your hand for when you wake. uses her jacket to shield your eyes from the sun. she reads quietly beside you, one hand protectively on your thigh, always alert for anything that might disturb her favorite sleepyhead.

4. you have a habit of sleep-mumbling chess moves.

at first, caitlyn thought you were dreaming of arguments. then she realized: you were calculating strategies in your sleep. vi thinks it’s hot. caitlyn thinks it’s worrying. you, when told? “oh. i guess i was… trying to beat myself.”

5. vi and caitlyn develop a habit of lowkey competing to be your human pillow.

one evening it’s vi’s biceps. the next it’s caitlyn’s lap. neither of them admits they’re keeping score… but they are. vi: “you fell asleep on me yesterday. just saying.” caitlyn, cool as ever: “yes, and you moved once. i remained still for four hours.”

6. you sleep in weird, curled-up positions like a little shrimp.

vi takes photos. caitlyn adjusts your limbs with surgical precision. both are obsessed. “they look like a cinnamon roll,” vi coos. “that snores,” caitlyn corrects gently. they both kiss your forehead at the same time.

7. despite your laziness, you always win at strategy.

vi: “they sleep through the whole mission brief and still outsmart the enemy.” caitlyn: “it’s infuriatingly hot.” you: yawns “i just… think better horizontal.”

8. caitlyn once built a custom travel chess set just for you.

it’s tiny, magnetic, and folds neatly into a pocket. you were so touched, you immediately fell asleep while thanking her. caitlyn just smiled, picked you up, and carried you to bed.

9. vi has a secret stash of photos of you napping in adorable places.

you curled up on a windowsill. you snoring with a book on your face. you spooning a giant stuffed kiramman mascot from caitlyn’s childhood. vi shares them with caitlyn when they’re both feeling soft—and horny, because sleepy you is apparently their shared weakness.

10. caitlyn talks to you when you’re asleep.

it started when she couldn’t sleep one night. she whispered things like, “i love the way your hair gets messy when you nap,” or “you terrify me with how brilliant you are.” you never respond—but once, you smiled in your sleep. caitlyn blushed for days.

11. you have a “sleepy voice” that kills both vi and caitlyn instantly.

it’s raspy, low, barely-there—like dragging velvet across skin. when you sleepily say, “five more minutes,” vi nearly drops her protein shake. caitlyn has to pretend she’s not flustered, even as she fans herself with a case file.

12. despite your sleepy nature, you always wake up when vi or caitlyn have nightmares.

even in your deepest nap, if vi’s breathing gets sharp or caitlyn tenses beside you, you stir and pull them close. no words. just soft, sleepy presence and your thumb rubbing slow circles on their spine.

13. you call caitlyn and vi “sun” and “storm” depending on nap placement.

if you’re dozing with caitlyn: “mmm… warm like sun…” with vi: “mm, stormy and safe…” the names stick. caitlyn melts every time. vi pretends not to love it but will correct people: “i’m her storm, get it right.”

14. sometimes you pretend to be asleep just to get cuddles.

vi catches on first, of course. “you’re fake-snoring again, huh?” she teases. you open one eye with zero shame: “and yet you’re still petting my hair, officer punchy.” vi grins. “guilty as charged.”

15. caitlyn and vi don’t mind that you’re always sleepy—because you’re always you when sleepy.

no masks. no pressure. just a soft, brilliant, drowsy girl who trusts them enough to fall asleep mid-sentence, knowing they’ll always be there to catch your head before it falls. they don’t just love you when you’re awake—they love you especially when you sleep.

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so so adorable oh my god!!

beach day

– pairing | wanda x reader

– synopsis | with your mama finally free from work, you both decide to have a relaxing day at the beach

– warnings | based on this edit and the movie "the assessment", basically wanda is mia (the avengers don't exist in this. it's "the assessment" universe), breastfeeding, lactation kink, allusions to age play, usage of the word "girl" (once), fluff (18+)

– word count | 1.3k

It has been so long since Wanda had a day off. Not because she’s a workaholic, but because she wanted to provide the best for you. She was grateful that she could work from home and have access to her garden at any time. Even if you weren’t near her, she would just tell Sjøhus to keep an eye on you while she takes care of her plants.

Today, she decided that you both would have a wonderful time on the beach to make up for the times she was busy. She didn’t neglect you; she simply wanted to give you the best she could and make this place less lonely.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Wanda called out from the living room, having just finished packing some snacks. Even though the beach is just a short walk away – a perk of being rich and having a private beach – she wanted to ensure that her full attention would be on you and just you. You burst out of the room, wearing a swimsuit and Wanda’s oversized shirt. “Yes, mommy! I was just getting dressed!” Wanda couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you and the way her title slipped out of your lips; it felt domestic, and she loved it.

“Hi there, princess! You look absolutely stunning in mommy’s clothes. I could just devour you whole!” She kisses your cheek, and you can feel your face heating up. “Mommyyy, let’s gooooo. I want to swim!” You squirm in place and sprint towards the front door, giggling uncontrollably. “Calm down, my dear. The beach isn’t going anywhere, silly.” She chuckles and follows closely behind you, gently guiding you out of the door so she can lock it.

You both made your way to the beach. Since it was a short walk, Wanda allowed you to run off; she could see you, so she didn’t have to worry too much. By the time she caught up, you were already playing in the sand. You couldn’t help but tease her, “You’re such a slowpoke, mama!” You laughed, and Wanda smiled again at the title. It meant a lot to her; it showed that you trusted her completely. It was a unique and special connection.

With everything unpacked, you eagerly begged your mama to join you for a swim. You knew how much she loved swimming. “Not so fast, little one,” she said. “We have to put some sunscreen on. We don’t want to get hurt later, do we?” You whined and groaned because you hated the feeling of it on your skin, but you wanted to be good, so you allowed her to do it. “Thank you, baby love,” she said. “You’re being so good for me. Mama is so proud of you.” Your face flushed. For a moment, you couldn’t think or move; your brain simply shut down. “Are you okay there, love? You look a little flustered.” She smiled; she knew what she was doing, she always did.

You nodded and smiled when she finished applying the cream. “Can we swim now, Mama, pretty please?” You did your best puppy eyes, and Wanda couldn’t resist. “Yes, we can, my love,” she said. “But don’t forget to stay close to me at all times. The sea is very dangerous, and I don’t want you to get hurt or lost. Do you understand?” She spoke sternly, leaving no room for arguments. “Yes, Mama, I understand,” you replied. You nodded, and she took your hand in hers, leading you both towards the water.

The water was chilly, but not unbearable. You closed your eyes, allowing the water to envelop you and induce a sense of relaxation. Wanda swam around you, delighted by your peaceful demeanor. You dived in for a few seconds before resurfacing and meeting Wanda’s gaze. “Are you having fun there, baby?” she asked, and you eagerly nodded, smiling from ear to ear. Swimming towards Wanda, she enveloped you in a warm hug, wrapping her arms around your waist. You reciprocate the gesture, wrapping your legs around hers. You resembled a koala, but you couldn’t care less, and honestly, neither did Wanda. “How is my little koala feeling?” You smiled at the pet name and nuzzled your face against her neck. “I’m okay, mama. I just missed you a lot.” You replied. She could feel you playing with her hair and your attempts to resist sucking on her neck. She knew that she was gradually turning your mind into mush, and that was precisely what she wanted.

“How about we return to the sand for a while, shall we? We can snuggle and eat some snacks. What do you think?” She kisses your temple, and you nod in agreement. “Alright, sweetheart. I need you to be a big girl and swim to the shore. Mama will be right behind you.” You whine when Wanda slightly pulls away, but you obey her; you know she only wants your safety. You start swimming towards the shore with Wanda trailing behind you. Once you emerge from the water, you sprint towards the towel she had previously laid out on the sand and collapse onto it, wrapping yourself in the other towel. As you look up, you see Wanda walking out of the water, and your mouth falls open. Her bathing suit is see-through, revealing her chest in all its glory. You stare like a deer caught in the headlights, completely oblivious to the fact that you’re not even trying to hide that you’re staring at her.

“You’re not subtle, my dear. I can sense and see your gaze on me.” Wanda giggles and sits next to you, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “You’re so precious when you’re flustered. Why did you think I chose this swimsuit? I know it shows my nipples, and I know it makes your mind go blank.” She smiles and bites your earlobe, causing you to whimper and hide your face in your hands.

She pulls you onto her lap, positioning you to face her chest and cradle you like a baby. “I understand what you want, my love — what we both want, actually. It’s perfectly fine, my dear. It’s just the two of us here, and even if there were others around us, it wouldn’t be a problem because my heart desires nothing but my baby’s happiness, yes?” She smiles, and you find yourself drifting deeper into that comforting and intimate state she cherishes so much. You nod and gaze between her chest and her eyes, silently seeking her permission, regardless of the circumstances.

She nods and exposes her chest to you. Without hesitation, you latch onto her nipple, yearning to savor the liquid you’ve been craving. Wanda moans and looks at you sternly. “Slowly, my dear. I don’t want you to choke, and mama’s breasts are sensitive. It’s been a while since you last sucked, and I don’t want to take that away from you. So, behave.” Her accent made her even scarier than she already was, so of course, you nodded and complied with her request. You slow down your sucking and get rewarded with the stream of milk you’ve been waiting for so long. She smiles and gently pats your back while the other hand draws shapes on your cheek.

“You’re incredibly amazing, my love. I can’t even imagine my life without you, even if I tried. You’re everything I’ve ever desired, and I’m incredibly lucky to have you as my forever love.” She kisses your forehead and lets it linger for a few seconds before pulling away. She looks down at you and sees you smiling at her with all the love in the world. “I love you, mama,” you mumble. “You’re my everything, and you’re the best mama ever!” You giggle, and Wanda can’t help but copy you.

“Kiss me, baby. Let mama taste you and her milk.” You comply and kiss her, her tongue invading your mouth, making you moan. She sucks on your tongue before pulling away. “I love how we taste. We mix together well, don’t we?” She smiles, and you go back to nursing before letting sleep consume you. The last thing you heard before falling asleep was your mama singing a soothing sokovian lullaby while gently rubbing your tummy. You were exactly where you wanted to be.

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DAMN BRO IM GETTING FREAKY FR LIKE THINKING ABOUT THREESOME?? AMBESSA X SUB!R X GRAYSON?? ALRIGHT I AM SERVING.

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GRAYSON ──── MASTERLIST.

꩜.ᐟ : headcanonsㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᝰ.ᐟ : fic 𐙚.ᐟ : scenariosㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝜗𝜚 : explicit

luxurious. (꩜.ᐟ 𝜗𝜚)

baby baby. (ᝰ.ᐟ 𝜗𝜚)

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I love your writing ugh ITS SO GOOD OMG!!!

thank you sweet!!