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[ruruumin]

“it’s cute when you drool in your sleep.” 

rin snaps his head in your direction. all the thoughts in his brain had come to a screeching halt the moment your voice pierced through with another absurd comment. the look on his face is a mixture of surprise and confusion, with just a hint of curiosity. his water bottle is left suspended in his hand, just a few inches away from his lips. 

“out of all things, you think me drooling is cute?” he asks, rolling his eyes at you. his resumes to sipping from his water bottle. 

“you don’t think so?” 

he wipes the corner of his mouth. “it’s a bad habit from when i was a kid.” 

“but you look so cute back then,” you tease, holding up your phone with what looks to be a photographed version of himself as a child. his eyes widen immediately at the photo. “your mom sent me pictures from when you were in elementary school. i can’t believe my cute little rin rin used to break his toys and chew on his owl blanket.” 

humiliation burns on his cheeks. as much as he wants to take your phone in his hands and delete every single photo his mother sent you, he knew you had already engraved them into your memory. and now that these compromising pictures of him have been seen by you, theres no way you’ll let this go. 

“why are you texting my mom?”

you stick your tongue out at him.

“she gave it to me so we exchange photos of you now.” 

[satellitespinner]

cowboy!ellie mmpphhhh yah please.

“you like ridin’ me, baby?” you could barely respond, her strap was hitting in the perfect spot. over, and over again. all you could do was whimper and soak in every bit of pleasure you were getting.

she laughs at your lack of response, a breathy eased more wetness out from your hole, and onto her. “so fuckin’ good. fuckin’ ridin’ me like your life depends on it.”

she groans and tilts her head back against the headboard, your hands meet her naked chest and you bring your lips to her neck urgently, leaving dark marks that clashed against her pale, freckled skin.

“mhm - yes! fuck, love it so much.” you moan into her, your climax reaching you quickly, ellies hands then move to grip on your ass, it jiggles in her hands. a sensation she could never quite get over. “such a good girl, fuckin’ love you baby.”

you could tell she was as close as you were when her grip on you became firm, lifting you up and down in sloppy, quick motions. then just when you thought she couldnt get any hotter, she lifts her hat off of her head and places it on yours. “oh! ohoh im cumming! ellie, fuck!”

her movements speed up, her strap thrusting into your sopping hole with ease. your orgasm hit fast, milky fluid leaking out onto ellies strap. ellie came shortly after, moving her hands up and down frok your ass to your back. she laughs under her breath,

“my lil cowgirl, huh?”

[our-hyperace-experience]

go check out this blog for a general hypersexuality blog ^‿^

hi! I made this blog to raise awareness for hypersexuality because I never hear about it and recently discovered it.

I believe I am hypersexual, which is why a limited amount of people will know who made this blog. Also because I dont want people to know i am hypersexual because i am disgusted by myself and i have irl friends here on tumblr

Call me Ares, he/they pronouns.

Hypersexuality is actually not a sexuality, it is a mental disorder. Hypersexuality is when your brain manipulates you into wanting sexual relationships or makes you have sexual desires, even if you dont actually want it. You can be hypersexual and asexual. Hypersexuality is usually caused by trauma and/or ptsd. This is not always the case, however, as I believe mine is caused by being shown p0rn at the age of 5.

Also, I am a minor<3

Heres some more things to know about hypersexuality:

Hypersexuality usually starts at age 5 and older, but not always

Hypersexuality is NOT the same as m4sturb4ting! (4=a)

Hypersexuality is NOT the same as high libido!

Hypersexuality is not limited to one gender.

People with hypersexuality can recover from this.

For people with hypersexuality, remember:

It gets better <3

edit: literally tysm for this rb @queselevaaser!

cuz I did not know this-

thanks again!

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[darling2411]

Liar liar pants on fire

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Attending your best friend’s boyfriend’s birthday party nothings gonna happen , right?

Warnings: kissing, maybe a swear word or two, oral( f receiving)

ⓘ this was actually suppose to be a fic inspired by ‘ Sport Car’ but I got sidetracked… I will be writing a part two where the real stuff happens ( I hope so lol)

Part two Part three

“So what are you up to later?” asks your best friend Kika.

“Don't know, I'm probably gonna catch up on this show I’ve been watching lately.”, you say while shrugging your shoulders. “Oh yeah, which one?” Kika responds, her attention shifting from you to her phone, after a notification from her boyfriend popped up on the screen.

“Criminal minds” you answer. She looks at you, her brows furrowing,” Isn't that the show that you have watched like what ?13 times?”

“Yup” you respond with a smirk and popping the p, “I really like it” you bite your lip” Or rather I really like watching Spencer Reid solve cases while looking extremely fine” you chuckle, images of Dr. Reid flashing through your mind.

Kika laughs and shakes her head ”Girl you need to get out, touch some grass or something” You scoff “ why?” It's totally normal to be obsessed with fictional characters, right? ( no babe, it’s not. Sorry to burst your bubble)

“I love you but you need to get back out into the real world, talk to real people and not just yourself” She points her finger at you accusingly” and no I do not count! Also what about talking to maybe a guy?” she suggests, wiggling her brows.

“Stop it” you shove her shoulders laughing” You know I would, if there were men worth talking to “, You sigh resignedly and give her a pointed look. The dating pool wasn't really big where you lived. And additionally none of the guys you talked to ever met your standards, but you also refused to lower them. They weren't ridiculous, the men were just not the right ones for you.

At least that's what you tell yourself every night when you slip into bed alone.

“Alright how about this. This weekend I'm gonna take you with me to Pierre's birthday party, maybe you'll find someone worth talking to there.” Kika tells you excitedly, a plan already forming in her head.

You were nervous to say the least. This weekend was either going to be the best of your life or a total disaster.

Right now it is leaning more to the latter. And the festivities haven’t even started yet. Heck you weren't even in Monaco yet!

You’re talking to some weird guy at the airport, who wouldn't shut up about his crazy great high paying job at (his daddy's) investment firm. You tried to feign interest but you really couldn't care less about the figures he made last year. Money wasn't something that impressed you. As he continued to talk about how great the things he did are, you zoned out and started imagining how Monaco and the people at the party would be like. Were they going to be like the douchebag in front of you? Or would they be more down to earth? You hope they will or this weekend was going to be pure torture.

You know that Pierre’s friends are Formula one drivers as well, but he never acted as if he was someone better just because he was famous and rich. You really hope his friends are like him.

The man in front of you is still yapping about how much money he has when your flight is announced to start boarding. You take that as your chance and flee as fast as you can.

Inside the plane you find your seat and get comfortable. Your row stays empty the whole flight and you take it as a sign from the universe that your weekend will change for the better.

When you land, Kika and Pierre pick you up from the airport. They tell you that one of the things they love about Monaco the most is that no one really bothers them because it's so normal that the rich and famous stroll the streets of the beautiful city.

The whole drive to Pierre's home you look out of the window and are in awe of the city’s beauty. The sea shimmers like jewels in the sun and the building look like art. (because they are)

“What’s the plan for the days ahead?” you ask the couple in the front seats.

Kika answers that only you and two others have already arrived due to coming from farther away. They thought one more day would be better. The other guest will arrive tomorrow as that's when the party is.

“But today we will have dinner with pierres family, his best friend's family and the others who have already arrived.”

You look forward to meeting everyone but are also filled with anxiety over meeting so many new people in such a short time. Hopefully everyone is nice.

Kika sees the different emotions flicking across your face and reassures you ” They will love you, everyone does. And trust me they’re all great.”

You smile at her gratefully. She always knows how to make you feel better.

The house Pierre and KIka live in is incredibly beautiful. It even has a pool! When you voiced your excitement about that in particular, a man you didn't know responded that it was normal for houses in Monaco to come with a pool and most of the time also a jacuzzi.

You looked at him shocked and he chuckled.

He introduced himself as George and told you that he was here with his amazing girlfriend Carmen who you met just seconds later. “I can only agree with George,” you say when you start talking to Carmen” you really are amazing.” She just thanks you and laughs.

Before dinner you got to know the other Guys and their Girlfriends. Carlos and Rebecca, Oscar and Lilly and Alex and Lilly. You have already made plans with the girls to meet up again after the birthday weekend and understood why Kika is always talking about these women.

Everyone is talking when Pierres mother calls to the table. You find your seats and the only people that are missing are Pierres Best Friend and his family. Just when Pierre went to call him the doorbell rings and he stands up to let them in.

You hear them greeting each other and when they walk in your breathing stops.

Or rather when he walks in.

He is the most beautiful man you have ever seen. His perfectly tousled hair looks so soft you want to sink your hands in it. The white shirt he's wearing accentuates his fit physique. And his eyes…

His eyes are the most beautiful shade of hazel you’ve ever seen.

If he wasn't blessed by Aphrodite herself you don't know who is.

You're still staring at him when Pierre introduces you to him.

“Charles, this is Y/n, Kika's best friend. Y/n, this is Charles, my best friend.” he smiles knowingly.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Charles says while smiling at you and that's when you notice.

DIMPLES, he has dimples !!!

You didn't think he could be more beautiful but oh were you just proven wrong.

And his voice ? Perfection.

You are going to tell your kids that he was supposed to be their father but he had to go to war and you had to marry someone else or something like that.

Your heart beats faster as he takes you in shamelessly just like you had done him.

Charles would never admit it but he was enchanted by you the moment his eyes set their sight on you.

Conveniently his mother and brothers already found a seat for themselves which made the only available option the one next to you. Bummer…

As soon as he was seated dinner began.

Everyone was talking to each other and having a good time. Even Oscar the Grids antisocial black cat was having a blast.

Embarrassing childhood stories, funny memories and beautiful moments were shared.

But you couldn't really focus with this masterpiece of a man beside you.

His scent, intoxicating and addicting, invaded your senses. His leg touched yours under the table constantly and his arm brushed your shoulder every other moment.

When he leaned closer to you and all but murmured in your ear if you could pass him the potatoes you were convinced he was driving you insane on purpose. But when you looked at him he just smiled at you politely. Did he really have no idea what he was doing?

—☽—☽—₁₆—☽—☽—

Oh Charles knew.

He knew exactly how he was affecting her.

The little gasp when his hand brushed her arm as he was reaching for the water or the way she shivered when he leaned in to ask her to pass him something didn't go unnoticed by him in the slightest.

Hell that was what he was going for.

He liked her reaction to him and he wanted to see how far he could go before she snapped.

So he settled his hands in his lap with a look of innocence on his face.

When she wasn't focused on him but Alex who was telling some story of their days in karting he let his hand wander.

First they settled on a more neutral part of her thighs, but her reaction was immediate. She stiffened and looked at him but he just continued talking to Carlos opposite of him.

—☽—☽—₁₆—☽—☽—

You tried to ignore him, you really did.

But when his hand moved from its former place higher up your thighs leaving goosebumps in its way until it slipped under your dress you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

You grabbed his wrist, willed him to stop and released a staggering breath.

From the corner of your eye you could see a smirk forming on his handsome face.

Oh no you don't.

He may think he can tease you, but two can play that game.

Pulling all your confidence together you lean over to him and whisper in his ear, your voice taking on a seductive tone you have never heard from yourself before. “ I'm not wearing any underwear. And to think you were so close…”

Then you pull his hand out from under your dress, stand up and excuse yourself to the bathroom.

—☽—☽—₁₆—☽—☽—

Oh holy-

Charles has to suppress a groan. No underwear ? You mean to tell him, if he had just let his hand slide a little higher he would have felt your warm, wet heat?

He can feel his pants tighten and he wants nothing more than to get up and run after you. But he has to contain himself. He can’t go after you, right? You literally just met.

But the tension between the two of you and the chemistry was instant.

“Oh fuck it”, he thinks and gets up.

To his luck no one pays him any mind.

—☽—☽—₁₆—☽—☽—

What did you do ? You never do stuff like this. What has come over you?

You don't even have time to overthink your actions more before the door to the bathroom gets pushed open and Charles steps in. Desire shining in his beautiful eyes.

Oh.

“Mon Cherie, what am I gonna do with you ,hm?” he says while walking up to you.

When he stands in front of you he raises your chin with his thumb and pointer finger.

Your breathing catches and your heartbeat picks up. But your voice is steady when you answer “ I have a few things in mind. To start you could kiss me.”

And Charles does not need to be told twice.

His lips meet yours in a bruising kiss. It's full of passion, teeth and tongue.

He does not hold back and neither do you.

Your whimpers and moans fill the bathroom and he groans in your mouth when you pull him even closer than before.

Your breasts are pressed against his chest and you swear he can feel your heart beating.

When both of you are at a loss for breath you break apart. Lips swollen, eyes glazed and hair tousled you look like you step out of his wet dreams.

“Mon dieu, chérie. That was something.” You can only nod before he pulls you close again.

You chase his lips when he breaks apart once more moments later.

“I will kiss you again in a moment but before I have to check something.” he murmurs against the skin of your neck where he’s placing kisses and sucking marks.

His hands trail down your body and you realize what he wants to check.

He wants to see if you're really not wearing any underwear.

“Liar” he murmurs when his fingers come in contact with your panties. “ You know lying is a sin don't you, mon amour. I think I will have to do something about this, non?”

“Wha-” before you can ask what he means he sinks to his knees, rips the lace apart and dives in like a man starved.

You moan out loud before clamping a hand over your mouth. His assault on your core not faltering.

“God Charles” you whimper as your hands tangle in his hair. You can feel your high approaching quickly and so can he.

He grins wickedly against you before he stops, gets up and leaves. The words “ This should be punishment enough” leave his lips before the door closes behind him. You want to (s)cream.

He left you there panting and close to crying over your ruined release. And then you notice that he took your underwear. That cheeky fuck. Now you have to sit through the rest of dinner with your wetness sliding down your thighs.

After composing and making yourself somewhat presentable again you join the others again.

The overwhelming feeling of your lost high makes you quieter than before and Kika gives you a look but you just shake your head which in return earns you a chuckle from the devilish man beside you.

Once again you lean over and whisper” I want those back, Leclerc.”

He chuckles slowly, smirks at you and replies” Never.”

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[mikaazune]

Aaand Ivan, the most gay emo to ever exist 🖤

[higshkt]

[esouliie]

୧ 🍰‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆ strawberry thief ୧ 🍰‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆

Mornings in the suburbs were something of fiction. Being a city dweller your whole life, you’d only ever seen the morning light shrouded in shadows of buildings too large. Mornings now were full of gentle warmth cascading through opens window, casting a warm glow on your face. The symphony of birdsong and distant laughter of children heading to school had become the soundtrack of your new morning routine, a welcome departure from the urban cacophony you once knew.

You’d never appreciated morning such as this one since moving in with Wanda.

Everyday, she ensures you start your day right, with a small bowl of cereal accompanied by a generous serving of your favourite fruit – strawberries. She insists it's for your health, a gesture of love and concern that never fails to warm your heart, alongside a gentle reminder that your body is a temple and “you’re not gonna stay this young forever.”

But you’re not one to complain, you love strawberries. They are your favourite fruit after all. If you could eat only strawberries for the rest of your life, you would.

You can't help but smile at the memory as you reach for the cereal box, adding just a little extra cornflakes, knowing your girlfriend won’t be able to tell the difference.

A soft click resonates followed by the sound of the patio door closing, meaning Wanda’s back from watering her flowers, “Morning, dear.”

“Morning,” You reply, mouth half full of cereal goodness you had just added.

You notice a mischievous glint in her eye as she reaches across the table and steals a strawberry from your bowl. "Mine now," she teases, popping it into her mouth with a grin.

“Hey! Not my strawberries.” You protest, fingers cupping the bowl protectively. “Get your own!”

“Excuse you, I bought those strawberries.” She laughs as she reaches for another.

You playfully swat her hand away, but she's too quick, managing to grab another one before you can stop her.

“Thief…”You mumble under your breath but don’t move to take the bowl out of her reach.

She fake coos at you, rounding the large island to drop multiple kisses on your pouting lips. “Cheer up baby. There’s plenty more.”

You can’t help the smile breaking out from her affection, “You’re lucky you’re so cute in the morning.”

Wanda leans in closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "And you're lucky you're mine," she whispers, her voice soft and full of love.

Soft lips press against your forehead before she moves away, with a few extra strawberries in her hand, and the most breathtaking smile on her face.

And you know what… you don’t mind sharing your breakfast with her. In fact, you don’t mind sharing anything with her, if it meant you’d get to see her smile like that everyday.

Even if it meant losing a few of your favourite strawberries.

[darlingofvalyria]

in hightower green— a masterlist.

The life and lies of the secondborn daughter of Viserys I, twin to Aegon Targaryen II, her rise to power and prominence, and her bountiful marriage to King Jacaerys Velaryon, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm.

For her crown, though no conqueror wore, was bathed in the shadows of the silent battles and wars she had won. For the Kingdom and for her lineage. Though she too wore many names, those that knew the stories— or the whispers — called her by others.

The Bastard Eater. The Kingmaker. The Spider Singer. The Emerald Fire.

+18 MDNI | Jacaerys Velaryon x Manipulative Targaryen!Reader, (Aegon's twin)

｡˚ ❀↳˗ˏˋ please make note of the different TWs by each part ˊˎ˗ ↴

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : MAIN STORY (chronological order; you can technically read it them each as one shots) ::;˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

I. IN SCALES OF GREEN, DRESSED IN SEA | smut, angst = The honour-bound prince does not want you. Or so he tells himself.

II. IN CLOTH OF BLACK, BABE IN BLOOD | angst, smut = Through all your scheming— you had made a mistake. It is about to cost you everything.

III. IN BASTARDS OF BLUE, WAGER IN WAR | angst, smut PART ONE | PART TWO (coming soon) = When whispers of the dalliance of bastards reach your ears, your vengeance roars for Winterfell.

(cold feet)

｡˚ ❀↳˗ˏˋ ADDENDUM STORIES ˊˎ˗ ↴🌸

COLD FEET | fluff | you talk your daughter down from her cold feet.

AU! | A DALLIANCE OF DRAGONS | smut, angst | after your husband betrays you, you turn to your uncle for help.

THE CHILDREN (& LEGACY)

FIC TAG MOODBOARDS | [ The Queen Consort & Gaelithox ]

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[rioslovey]

- Your Hoodie

Pairing : emo!wanda x avenger!reader Word Count : 2.3K. Summary : You'd been off on a mission, Wanda missed you quite a bit. She decided to wear your hoodie, it took a turn of events when you saw her. This happens often when she wears your hoodie. Content Warning : masturbation (W), fingering, facesitting, strap-on. transgender ftm reader. possessiveness, lots of smut and a lot more fluff. R has a boycunt. switch W & R. A/N : this was inspired by Carter's post here! p.s. this is my first time actually writing smut, i apologize if it sucks.

Baking cookies had always been fun, and you decided to try making some yourself to surprise your girlfriend. She often made you baked goods, so returning the favor seemed nice. However, you ended up getting flour, eggs, and chocolate chips everywhere—on the counter, on your hands, and even on your face from rubbing your cheek. When Wanda walked into the common area and turned toward the kitchen, she burst into laughter, and you pouted in response. “Hey! I’m doing my best to bake!” you huff, crossing your arms. When you turn your head, you find her wearing your hoodie. She looks so beautiful. “Mhmm, you’re doing amazing, baby. Want me to help? Come on, let me assist you.” Her soft-spoken voice makes your heart flutter even more. She steps into the kitchen and approaches you first. Wanda gently wipes the flour smeared on your face. “Why are we making cookies?” she asks. You blush softly and reply, “For you…" Wanda’s smirk widens at that. "Such a sweet boy, aren’t you?” she says, pecking your lips.

Wanda takes over from there. You’re not the worst at baking and cooking, but you can be a bit clumsy, often managing to hurt yourself in minor ways. To Wanda, though, these minor injuries seem like the worst ever—probably because she loves you and tends to exaggerate a bit.

Watching her move around the kitchen in your hoodie makes it hard to concentrate. The fabric swallows her body, reaching down to her thighs and covering most of her. She has to roll up the sleeves just right to keep them from falling down as she rolls the dough into balls and places them meticulously on the pan.

“Pretty boy, is the oven preheated?” Wanda asks, snapping you out of your daze.

“Uhh…” You turn to the oven and breathe a sigh of relief. “Yep!” Preheating the oven is something you often forget.

It’s such a forgettable task. Thankfully, you didn’t forget this time; she would’ve scolded you, saying something about how you’re so forgetful. How could you not be? She’s your girlfriend. And she’s very distracting, to say the least.

—

A few weeks later:

Exhaustion washes over you in waves. It began as a mild fatigue, a product of a long mission that left you feeling gritty and in desperate need of a shower. As you made your way back to the Tower, Sam's voice filled the silence, but you couldn't muster the energy to engage. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to listen—perhaps you just didn’t have it in you.

At last, you reached the Avengers Tower, dragging your feet as you stepped into the elevator, each floor feeling like a small eternity. When you finally arrived at your room, you paused, hearing soft sounds that were almost… moans? Your heart raced. Was Wanda in your room? Tentatively, you pushed the door open.

What you saw made your cheeks flush a deep pink.

Wanda lay stretched out on your bed, wearing your baggy hoodie that draped over her frame. Her hand rested between her thighs, revealing she wasn’t wearing shorts. Her eyeliner was slightly smudged, and her cheeks were flushed with effort.

“What a sight,” you whispered, quickly shutting and locking the door behind you. She jumped slightly at your voice, then flashed a playful smirk.

“Hey, baby… care to join?” she invited, her voice carrying a tantalizing, breathy quality.

You nodded, eagerly approaching the bed. As soon as you lay flat, Wanda straddled your head, her breath quick with anticipation. “Oh!” she gasped as your lips pressed a gentle kiss to her slightly swollen clit.

Without hesitation, you parted her thighs, fingers pressing into her skin as your tongue traced broad, tantalizing strokes along her slit. You teased her for a moment before she grabbed your hair, pulling you closer. With a low laugh, you plunged your tongue deep inside her, then wrapped your lips around her sensitive clit and suckled gently.

“F-fuck, just like that, baby,” she moaned, her eyes half-closed as she rocked her hips against your face, lost in sensation.

The hoodie hung loosely over her body, prompting you to keep lifting it. Instead, you slipped your hands under the fabric, gently cupping her breasts. With soft pinches, twists, and circles, you teased Wanda’s nipples, heightening the moment and creating an intimate atmosphere. The air seemed charged with an electric connection.

Wanda was on the brink, tension coiling in her stomach. Her grip tightened on your hair. “Mhmm, keep going. Don’t stop, please, oh!”

Her eyes rolled back slightly as waves of pleasure surged through her. You continued your attentions until, overwhelmed, she rolled off and lay beside you, breathless.

“Thank you for that, my sweet boy,” she murmured, her voice full of gratitude. You beamed, warmth spreading through your chest at the praise. “Anything for my lovely girl.” Leaning in, you kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her on your lips, a reminder of the connection you shared.

Suddenly, Wanda sits up with a mischievous smirk. “I’m not going to leave you hanging—strip,” she commands. Embarrassment floods you as you quickly remove your pants and boxers.

Bare from the waist down, you watch as Wanda spreads your legs and settles between them. “Hmm, what should I do with my handsome boy? Use my fingers on his boycunt? No? What about…” With a snap of her fingers, a strap appears attached to a harness on her hips in an instant.

“My cock, baby?” she teases, the smirk playing on her lips. Your eyes widen as your cheeks flush even deeper. “Yes… yes… yes please, Wanda,” you whisper breathily, almost losing your breath.

She starts by gently rubbing the tip of her cock against your clit, sending a light throb of pleasure through you. Your eyes flutter closed as she murmurs, “Beg. Beg for my cock.”

No sooner have her words left her lips than you snap your eyes open and protest, “I’m not gonna beg you!” You roll your eyes dramatically, which only deepens Wanda’s smile. “Oh yeah? So you don’t want my strap, hmm?” she teases. With a small whine of frustration, mingled with desire that makes your boypussy throb with need, you concede, “F-fine! Just… please fuck me. I need you, please.”

Slowly, she guides the strap to your entrance, taking her time as she thrusts into you. Your cunt grips the toy like a vice during those slow, gentle, and sweet thrusts—the hallmark of Wanda’s tender touch. That is until she hears your adorable moans. “Please… please, Wands,” you cry out, your body trembling with pleasure.

“Harder,” you groan, a sound that delights her. “Faster!” you add, and Wanda obliges, increasing the pace as she thrusts into your velvety boypussy. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes off the surrounding walls, and your moans swell in tandem with the deep pleasure you feel.

Wanda’s fingers dig into your hips, pulling you even closer while her silicone cock shifts deeper inside, drawing a choked sob from you. The overwhelming sensation builds a tight coil in your stomach as your orgasm approaches. “Gonna…” your voice trails off into another moan.

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” she coaxes softly, moving her right hand in a slow circle over your clit while her other hand caresses your cheek. Pressing a warm kiss to your lips, she whispers, “Cum for me, my love.” She continues her steady rhythm until you’re falling apart around the strap.

Your body tenses, arching back as waves of orgasmic pleasure consume you. Wanda doesn’t stop her thrusting until she senses that the pulsing in your clit has finally subsided. Gently, she withdraws the strap and sets it aside for later. “You okay?” she asks, tenderly stroking your cheek.

“Mhmm,” you murmur noncommittally, nestling close as she wraps an arm around you. In that intimate moment, it’s clear—you are the cutest boyfriend in the world, and Wanda is utterly in love with you.

About thirty minutes have gone by when Wanda started coaxing you to stand and go towards the bathroom. You both very much needed a shower. You were still somewhat grimy from the mission you had recently come back from, but you and Wanda couldn’t resist having a little of fun before showering.

The shower was quick and painless. A few more orgasms were shared between you two.

Once you’re out, you realize the tape you’ve been binding with is starting to lift. “Hey baby?” you call softly, Wanda turns to you. Already half dressed.

“Can you help me re-apply my tape?” your question makes Wanda smile, she loves that you trust her like this. “Of course, my baby! Come come, let’s get this off you.”

She uses this oil that was made for peeling off trans-tape. Once the old tape is off, she helps you gently clean off the remaining adhesive. “There we go… now for the new tape.”

Wanda goes into the cabinet. Grabbing the small box of tape. She cuts three small pieces and three slightly larger ones. Peeling the back of one piece, she starts helping you apply the binding tape to your chest.

Once fully applied, Wanda kisses your bare sternum. You look down at her, pupils dilated. God, you’re so in love with this woman. She cares for you in ways you never believed anyone ever would.

“I love you,” you murmur. Her smile brightens. Wanda straightens her body and kisses you on the lips. “I love you more, my cutie.”

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Another time, Wanda had slipped into your hoodie and worn it proudly into the world. It was on a Saturday morning when you had gently nudged her awake, sunlight peeking through the windows like a cheeky intruder. Morning, after all, was not Wanda’s favorite time of day. She had rolled over with a groan, shielding her eyes and burying her head under a pillow to avoid what she felt was an unnecessarily bright sun. Her halfhearted protests had been muffled and sleepy, until she finally relented and got up with a huff. Her movements had been lazy when she pulled on her favorite pair of ripped jeans and a sweater, the latter chosen from the floor without her even looking. It wasn’t until you were both halfway to the café that she realized she'd grabbed your hoodie, but she decided that it was comfortable—and defiantly kept it on.

At the cafe, the air was thick with the smell of espresso and sugar, a hum of quiet chatter in the background. You let Wanda alone for only a moment, leaving her at a small table near the window as you went to retrieve your drinks. In the brief seconds that you were gone, a stranger approached her, the person’s shoes softly scraping against the tiles. With a wide smile, they said, “Hey, I like your hoodie.” Your heart sank, a grimace pressing across your face as you watched from the sidelines, curious and slightly irritated to see how Wanda would handle this unexpected situation.

“Oh? Oh, thanks. I guess.” Wanda’s response was casual, a certain ambivalence in her shrug. She was fully aware that it was your hoodie and not her own, but that was besides the point. A compliment was still a compliment.

The person’s smile grew even wider as if encouraged. “Of course! What’s your name? You’re quite a pretty lady,” they said, leaning in slightly. The words nudged a sharp annoyance into your chest. Wanda was indeed stunning, beautiful in every way, but she was with you. She was not available. She was yours.

Without hesitation, you decided to intervene. “Oh baby! Here’s your tea, just how you like it.” You announced loudly enough for the person to hear, your possessiveness sliding into your voice. You pressed a quick kiss to Wanda’s temple, savoring the fading of the intruder's smile. Realization washed over the person’s face. They clearly hadn’t recognized that your relationship with Wanda was romantic. Until you appeared, you two seemed like nothing more than friends to them.

“Thanks, handsome! Sorry, I didn’t get your name…” Wanda turned back to the now-fumbling person. Who, embarrassed, waved off the question and mumbled something about needing to go order. You couldn’t help but smirk.

Sitting down together in the now-relaxed space, you both chatted leisurely. About your plans, about how best to spend the rest of the day, how indecisive you both were. “So, how’s my hoodie treating you?” An amused grin crept over your lips, feeling confident in a way you didn’t around others. Watching the soft blush paint her cheeks was powerful, intoxicating. She hadn’t blushed for the random person earlier, but here she was, bashful from your silly comment. “You think I’m hot in your hoodie, don’t you?” she teased back, her tone playful.

“Obviously. It’s hot when my girlfriend where’s my clothes.”

“You’re annoying.” Wanda giggled, the sound light and sweet, her eyes crinkling with mirth and affection.

Your smirk softened into a look full of true adoration. “You love me.”

Wanda nodded with playful certainty, reaching across the table to take your hand and weaving her fingers between yours. You watched her press a gentle kiss to your palm, savoring the warmth of the moment and the place. She murmured with a heartfelt and teasing tenderness, “I do. Love you, I do love you.”

There she was. Such a beautiful, intelligent, and caring girlfriend you have. Sitting there in your hoodie, looking like she had stolen the world. 

By the time you both got home, it was dark and the world outside was quieting down. There was a stillness in the compound as Wanda immediately sank into the couch with a satisfied sigh. She was like a cat finding a perfect sunbeam. You opened the windows and settled down beside her with a blanket to watch the sky put on its own show of stars.

Neither of you were hungry yet, so you decided to wait until later to make dinner. Wanda stretched out, using your lap as a pillow, and you idly played with her hair while talking about everything and nothing.

The night ends perfectly. With you and Wanda wrapped up with each other.

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Here are a few silly headcanons that could totally happen between you and Billy:

(Billy's fan... are yall still alive?)

🖤 1. Billy is a stray cat... but also a loyal dog

Billy has moments just like a cat—hiding, watching you from above, quietly sneaking into your room and leaving strange things like a wild crow. But there are also moments when he is like a puppy—trailing behind you, seeking attention, and even growling if anyone else gets too close to you. You swear that once Billy even tried to imitate a bark, but it sounded so distorted it was terrifying.

🎶 2. Billy doesn't know how to listen to music properly

When you try to give him the headphones, Billy just opens his mouth and clamps them between his teeth, chewing them awkwardly. When you explain again, he tries to stuff both earphones into the same ear.

When you finally gave the correct instructions, Billy sat still listening to the music, his eyes wide with contemplation as if he were receiving information from an alien civilization.

Then, he turned to you and asked very seriously, "Bunny, can Billy eat this song?"

🍕 3. Billy doesn't understand how to eat "normal" food.

Living in the attic for too long has left Billy with no concept of human eating habits.

If you give him a pizza, he will bite the box too. Give him a glass of water? He gulped as if it were a live prey.

One time, you handed Billy a banana, and instead of peeling it, he bit into the whole thing and immediately spat it out with a disgusted look on his face.

But if it's food made by you? Billy would try to eat it no matter what it was—maybe even a whole raw onion. Because you offered it, Billy will eat it without question.

🎭 4. Billy doesn't understand the line between "joke" and "threat"

You once joked that someone in the girls' club was "someone you didn't like much." Big mistake. Billy listened and then disappeared for a few hours.

When you frantically search, he appears from the shadows with a radiant smile and asks, "Does Bunny want Billy to 'take care' of her? Billy can make her disappear!"

You had to spend an hour explaining that "not liking" doesn't mean "wanting them to disappear forever." Billy seemed disappointed, but then cheerfully said, "Alright! But Bunny just needs to say the word, and Billy will do it right away!"

💡 5. Billy thinks his landline phone is a mysterious object.

Billy doesn't trust mobile phones. He said it "smelled weird" and refused to touch it.

But his old-fashioned landline? "It knows everything." Billy believes that his phone has its own will and can "call" you without dialing a number.

When you explain that it doesn't work that way, Billy just tilts his head and mocks you: "Bunny is so silly. Billy knows his phone talks to him."

🌿 6. Billy doesn't understand the concept of self-care

If you try to help Billy take a bath, you'll need to wrestle with a crazy feral cat. Billy doesn't like getting wet. But what if you bathe him? He will be as obedient as a child, sitting still with wide eyes like a shocked rabbit.

After finishing, Billy wraps himself in a towel like a burrito and rolls around on the floor.

If you give him shampoo, he will smell it and then... lick it. You panic and try to stop him, but Billy just looks at you with sincere eyes: "Billy wants to know what it tastes like."

🎁 7. Billy doesn't understand what "giving gifts" means.

The first time you gave Billy a Christmas gift, he bit into it as if testing whether it was edible. Then, he wrapped the entire gift box in his shirt and whispered contentedly, "Now it's Billy's."

He didn't open the gift. Not because he didn't like it, but because Billy thought that if he opened it, it would disappear. You have to explain for ages, and when Billy finally opens the box, he hugs the gift as if it were an eternal treasure.

Then, Billy tries to "gift" you back. As a result, you receive a dead mouse, a rusty nail, and a sock (not yours). You ask Billy where he found them, and he just smiles mysteriously: "Bunny doesn't need to know."

🥶 8. Billy doesn't perceive temperature in the usual way.

You once saw Billy wandering in the snow with a long-sleeved turtleneck sweater only—no layers, no variations, completely oblivious to the bone-chilling cold. But when you handed him a cup of hot tea, Billy flinched, looking at it with a fearful gaze as if it were an erupting volcano.

"Bunny, Bunny… It's smoking!"

You swear that Billy once tried to blow away the heat of the sun just because he thought it worked like a cup of tea.

This motherfucker always and always wears his dark green, long-sleeved turtleneck sweater. No exceptions. He doesn’t layer it, doesn’t wear anything over or under it—just that one sweater, forever.

And honestly? That just makes things funnier.

Like, imagine:

❄️ In the dead of winter – You’re shivering under three coats, a scarf, and gloves, while Billy is just standing there in the snow, unfazed, wearing only that damn sweater.

🔥 In the middle of summer – You're sweating buckets, and Billy still refuses to take it off. Not even rolling up the sleeves. You ask him if he’s hot, and he just blinks at you like he doesn’t understand the concept of temperature.

☕ Giving him a warm drink – He freaks out over the steam like it’s some eldritch horror.

🛁 Bath time struggle – Trying to convince him to take the sweater off just for a bath is like trying to wrestle a feral cat. ("No, Bunny, Billy needs it. Billy keeps it. Billy is safe in it.")

💤 Sleeping in it – You once woke up in the middle of the night and saw him curled up in a corner of your room, still wearing it. Still. Wearing. It.

🐰 9. Billy doesn't know how to sleep normally.

You sleep on the bed like a normal person. Billy is different.

Billy can sleep:

On the top of the cabinet

Curled up under the table

Hanging from the beam like a bat

In the bathtub (You were once startled when you walked into the bathroom early in the morning and saw Billy lying there, eyes still closed but mumbling, "Bunny, don't splash water, Billy isn't ready to be submerged yet.")

But the strangest thing? If he sleeps next to you, Billy tends to curl up around you like a cat protecting its kitten. You once tried to sneak out in the middle of the night, but Billy would immediately curl up tighter, pull you back, and nuzzle his nose into your neck possessively.

🎩 10. Billy doesn't understand the definition of "casual attire"

You: "Billy, let's just go to the supermarket, wear something normal!"

Billy: appears wearing a long coat dragging on the ground, an opera mask, and leather gloves

You: "...Billy, what is this?"

Billy: "Billy is the darkness, Bunny. Billy is a mystery."

It took you thirty minutes to convince Billy to wear a normal t-shirt. But as soon as they arrived at the supermarket, Billy secretly took a pair of sunglasses and a beanie, pulling them down to cover most of his face. When you ask, he just whispers:

"Bunny, they are watching."

You don't know who "they" are, but Billy seems very serious.

Bonus: why Billy calls you "Bunny" instead of something cruel like "Piggy"—and honestly, it makes so much sense when you think about it.

Unlike the sorority girls, whom Billy sees as playthings, objects, or intrusions in his house, you are something different to him. You’re not prey. You’re not disposable. Billy sees you as something delicate, fast, soft—something he doesn’t want to break.

Think about it:

🐰 Bunnies are skittish, but they don’t run from those they trust. → Billy sees you as something that chooses to be near him, despite everything.

🐰 Bunnies are fragile, but they can kick hard when threatened. → Billy knows you're softer than him, but you're not weak.

🐰 Bunnies are small, warm, and alive. → And maybe, deep down, Billy is drawn to life in a way he doesn’t fully understand.

Plus, there's another thing—bunnies don’t judge. They don’t look at him with fear, disgust, or hatred. They just exist. And maybe that's why Billy holds onto you so tightly, calling you "Bunny" in a voice that's almost... fond.

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🎊 Luke Hughes x zegras sister?!

600 follower celly!

luke def calls everyone around him short LMAO

underneath the soft glow of fairy lights of your living room, you and luke found yourselves nestled on the couch, surrounded by the warmth of laughter and the promise of lazy sunday afternoons. his fingers traced lazy circles on your hand as you both watched "the office", the room filled with the sweet scent of popcorn. it was a tradition to watch "the office" every sunday to help get ready for the new week. it's your favorite day of the week, now.

"you're the perfect size to cuddle, i swear," Luke chuckled, pulling you closer into his embrace. you nestled into the crook of his arm, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear.

You glanced up at him, a playful smirk on your lips. "perfect size, huh? is that your subtle way of calling me short?"

he grinned, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "no, no, I mean it as a compliment. you fit just right, like you were made for cuddling." you knew that he did, indeed, mean to call you "short." it was his favorite insult to throw because he was the beanstalk he was.

you couldn't help but laugh, the sound a melody that filled the room. "well, i guess that makes you the perfect cuddle partner too."

luke pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "that's what i like to hear."

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“ah, you got into another fight? really, rin?” carefully wiping the blood from his nose, you shake your head in disappointment, “you can’t be doing this. it’s a bad habit.” 

this invokes a scoff from him, “shit for brains had it coming though.” was shit for brains a new nickname for shidou? this man never ceases to impress you with his genius. 

sighing, you pat the side of rin’s cheek with a cotton swab, soaking up the rest of the blood. you suppose it was wishful thinking that the two of them could get along just for one game. you had even asked him to play nicely this time around. shidou was kind enough to at least reassure you that he won’t do anything (unless a certain someone makes the first move), but trying to convince rin was like talking to a rock sometimes. 

every time the ball flies out of someones foot, these guys are the first to scramble for it. it’s definitely a dog-eat-dog world out there. 

“what are you going to do when he cracks your nose and it heals sideways? you’ll lose your pretty looks.” 

“so what? i’ll still be able to play football.” 

“yeah well your lover over here sure doesn’t appreciate you coming home with a busted nose and bruised forehead.” flicking the top of his head, he roll his eyes, your words going in one ear and out the other rather quickly, “if you come home from another fight looking this bad, you’ll end up sleeping on the couch until your face heals.”

“…and don’t even ask for kisses.” 

now that catches his attention.

the next time he comes home, his face certainly wasn’t bruised but his knuckles have long turned purple and blue. it seems like he took your threat quite seriously. promising not to kiss him was definitely the final straw that broke the camel’s back for him. he adores any sort of attention he can get from you and would rather die than have shidou out of all people take that away from him. even if he is the one at fault for starting majority of the fights.

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𓂃⋆.˚ butch!bluecollar!ellie. x femme!reader.

SYNOPSIS: your new place is a bit of a “fixer-upper” to say the least.. a series of unfortunate events have so far lead you to a broken window, some rickety floor boards, and worst of all, a mutual friend who you cant take your eyes off of. the rising temperatures of the summer make it damn near impossible to keep yourself cold, and dry.

A\N: hi lovelies! im so excited to be putting out work again, and i really hope you feel the same :)) please be patient as i am just getting back into the groove of this place. and as always, comments, critiques, and reblogs are GRANDLY appreciated <3 izzie.

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CHAPTER INDEX & OTHERS

A VERY FLIMSY HOUSE

1-800 BUTCH!

GET IN HER PHONE

PLACE YOUR BETS

WEEK ONE

WEEK TWO

WEEK THREE

TOMORROWS PROBLEM

A RUDE AWAKENING

BABY STEPS

DONT DRINK N’ DRIVE.

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Sport‘s car

Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Summary: It’s the final phase of Lando’s plan to bring you and Charles together

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: kissing, smut ( sex in a car kinda public, p in v)

Part one Part two

ⓘ took a while to get here but I’ve finally written the sport’s car inspired fic I’ve been thinking about for a while 😭 go me ig.

Mission help Charles and you to get together was in full motion.

Tonight when you and all the others would go out to celebrate Pierres Birthday in one of Monaco's famous nightclubs Landos plan would find it’s final phase.

He planned for you and Charles to spend as much time as possible alone. The tension was going to be unbearable and one of you just had to snap. Lando was sure it would all work out.

It had to.

He saw how miserable Charles was after the break up with his last girlfriend; it had really broken him. He swore off women after and you were the first one he showed interest in in so long. And Kika had told Lando how unlucky you were with the men where you lived, but with Charles? It seems as if luck was finally on your side.

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“ I told you, you would cave first baby” Charles says with a smug grin on his face.

You roll your eyes and shove him away from you. But Charles only pulls you in closer and places a sweet kiss on your lips. “ I get to take you on a date now. Are you exited ? Because I really am” You laugh at the boyish grin on his face and the pure look of male satisfaction.

Are you mad that you lost the bet and won’t be allowed to drive his car? Yes a little but the kiss was so worth it.

The way all that pent up tension melted away the minute your lips connected with his was heavenly. The way he kissed you back like a starving male makes your head spin by only thinking about it.

And if you really give it some thought you still won. You gotta kiss the Charles Leclerc and now he takes you on a date. There couldn’t really be anything better.

Above you in one of the lounges Carlos and Lando were observing the whole thing.

“Yeah you know what this is “Lando says to Carlos, “this is the start of his best and final love story and I played the main part. “ He giggles like a maniac and Carlos is really concerned for his mental health but chooses to stay silent for everyone's sake.

After the two of you said your goodbyes to everyone you left and Charles asks if you would want to go on this date right away. “ What do you mean?” He sheepishly tells you that he hoped you would cave first and already planned ahead. Impressed you kiss his cheek and tell him that you would love to spend the rest of your night with him. When he grins you slap him on the shoulder smiling and say “ I didn’t mean it like that and you know it!”

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Charles opens the car door to his iconic 488 Ferrari Pista spider and helps you get in. He is being the perfect gentleman, his actions a complete contrast to the thoughts that were racing through his mind.

You are wearing some cute jeans that look as if they are painted on your body and the only thing he can think about is peeling them off of you.

After making sure you buckled up your seatbelt he closed the door and walks to the driver side of his sports car.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask curiously.

“ That’s gonna be a surprise, pretty girl.” Charles answers and he lets his hand rest on your thigh, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

The drive feels as if it is going on forever and you keep thinking that monaco isn’t big enough for the drive to be so long.

Just as you are about to ask, Charles turns onto a road that will lead you up a hill to an overlook of Monaco. His favourite place. He had told you about it before and the thought of him deciding to bring you here let a weird feeling make itself now inside of you that you couldn't pinpoint yet.

“ We are here”

Getting out of the car Charles takes your hand and pulls you along with him. Coming to a stop not that far away.

“This is my favourite place. I can see over the whole of Monaco here and whenever I’m stressed or don't feel as if I'm enough I come here and see that my worries are so little compared to everything else.” He smiles fondly and you squeeze his hand.

“ That’s beautiful Charles. Thank you for sharing this with me. I feel honoured.” you say and lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

You continue to talk about anything and nothing at all.

Wandering along a little path, Charles pulls you into him and tells you how grateful he is that you're here with him. Your presence makes him happy and in return you tell him that he makes you happy too and he blushes like a boy whose crush just told him that she likes him too.

When it seems as if there's nothing else to talk about and you swear you have seen all the stars in the sky he ushers you back to the car.

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The two of you get in and you are just about to ask what he wants to do now when Charles leans over to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moan at the feel of his lips on yours.

If you weren’t sitting you would swear you would go weak in the knees. His hands are tangled in your hair and you wished you could press your body closer to his. As if reading your mind Charles pulls you into his lap, over the middle console so you two can share one seat.

He kisses you as if he needs your lips like his lungs need air. The kiss is all consuming. His and your heart beat frantically but still in rhythm with one another. Like a secret dance only your hearts are a part of.

You open your mouth for him and he slips his tongue inside, exploring as if he hasn't kissed you before, as if he has to make sure he memorizes every little part of you. As if he would lose you tomorrow.

His hands glide down your body, igniting your flesh wherever they touch. You can't help the moan that escapes you when one of his hands slips under your shirt and squeezes one of your breasts. Charles is glad that the window isn’t rolled down, because the way you sound is for his ears only.

The way you whimper when he kisses the spot under your jaw that turns your insides into mush or how you get all breathy when he pushes his hips up lightly into yours.

He especially enjoys the way you moan when he lets his hand wander into your jeans, slides your panties aside and plunges two fingers into your wet heat.

“Oh Charles” you moan and he can't help the way he grinds his erection into you. “What is it, cherie? Do you like my fingers in you mmh?”

“Uhhh, yes.” , your eyes roll into the back of your head when he finds that spot. “ But I’m sure I would enjoy something else more.”you murmur. His thumb circles your clit and you press down on his painful hard-on making him groan your name.

He smirks at you and the next time he speaks his voice drops. “Oh yeah, pretty girl? You want my cock? Want me to impale you on it and make you feel good?”

You nod and moan out his name. Charles fingers speed up and you are almost able to taste that sweet release.

“You look so pretty like this baby”

“Charles I'm so close “ you whimper “ Oh I know I can feel you clenching around me”, your jaw slackens, and with a flick of his thumb over your clit you come undone.

“You’re mesmerizing when you let go for me.” he gently guides you through your high “So beautiful” he murmurs while slipping his fingers out of you and licking them clean. He can't help but groan at the sweet taste of you.

After you calmed down you pull him in for a kiss. In contrast to the ones shared before this one isn’t fast and filled with need. It’s slow. Intimate. And when you part the both of you are blushing slightly. Looking into each other's eyes as if they hold the answers to all your questions.

The sweet bubble you’re in bursts when you move slightly and you brush up against Charles' erection. Immediately the mood changes and you rock against him.

“You either fuck me or do it on your own while youre looking at me.” you groan.

And Charles doesn’t need to be told twice.

He hoists you up and pulls his pants down in one go. You struggle to get out of your jeans thinking that they definitely weren't the smartest choice. When you're finally bare and he got a condom out of a glove apartement, you sink down on him slowly. Groaning in unison when your pelvis meets his.

“ God you’re so tight mon amour.” Charles pants into your neck.

You mumble something incoherently and he chuckles,” Already getting dumb on my cock angel?” that makes your eyes roll back and all you can do is moan and whimper as he begins to move you up and down on his dick. His face is on your neck, kissing, sucking and marking your skin while your fingers grab his hair pulling every now and then, making him moan.

“ You’re squeezing me so tight.” he groans, “ are you about to come beautiful?”

Yes yes yes you think but no sound escapes your lips other than a whimper of his name.

The feeling of him inside of you is heavenly and you’re so glad you gave in first.

Charles pulled out just to rock back into you a little further, grunting and moaning your name and muttering about how good you feel.

When he makes you come for the second time, Stars explode behind your closed eye lids while pure pleasure consumes your body.

He follows closely, filling the condom and moaning your name. “ God you're perfect mon amour.”

“I think this was my favourite ride I’ve ever been on,” you mumble and Charles laughs. Taking your face into his hands he leans in and kisses you softly.

"Yeah?"

“Yeah, but I also really like your sports car.”

He smiles softly and replies” I like it even more now Mrs. We-can-share-one- seat.” he nuzzles your nose with his and a lovesick grin plays on your lips.

“ You wanna get out of here and get something to eat?

“ Yeah but boy don’t make me choose.”

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ⓘ so I’m not the biggest fan of the ending but this is as good as it gets. Let me now what you think!!!

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