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NO WHAT SHOW ME HELLO.

“I can hit you in the face if you want”

“Do you wanna throw my shoe?”

What if I dissect their brains in a glass laboratory so everyone can jump to conclusions with me

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"knock before you enter" i absolutely love tumblr.

thinking about clark's dick... [mdni 18+]

we already know it's big - that much is evident based on his 6'4 stature alone. But just picture it:

Impossibly thick and long, with a pretty pink mushroom tip that flushes a little extra whenever you pay special attention to it. Your lipgloss smearing its glossy finish across it whenever you two sneak into the supply closet during your lunch break.

A leaking slit that twitches and drips copious amounts of pre-cum whenever you wear a particularly low-cut blouse to the office. Leaning over his desk to give him the perfect view of your lacey bra.

A heavy and warm shaft that pulses erratically in his boxers whenever your ass brushes across his crotch when the two of you cook dinner together in your shoebox apartment.

Thick veins that lie on the underside of his cock, innately sensitive to the way your tongue drags across them, drool pooling at the base as you look up at him with glassy eyes. His hands gripping his own hair because he's afraid to tug on yours too hard.

A tip that's inexplicably heavy, making you jolt and mewl whenever clark taps it across your clit before pushing inside because it's only courteous to knock before you enter, right?

A slight upward curve that hits just the right spot whenever he bullies his way inside of you, the stretch splitting you open in ways you didn't even know possible while he coos at you, muttering extensive praise that have your pussy fluttering in response.

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I perhaps wanna do some p!rn links for max/lando/oscar

... would we approve...... (all links will be twitter/X links)

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Goodmorning tumblr! My new smutty centered discord server is now up and running! Please be over 18 before you think about joining—we have strict age moderation between me and my fellow mod @astriddsaysstuff !

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Come join in on an 18+ writer/reader server!

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Hi so—

Multifandom discord!? 18+ ONLY NO MINORS.

I'm thinking of making a new discord server that will be multifandom based so things like F1, DBH, UNTIL DAWN, MARVEL etc.

If this poll gets more than 20 yes's i'll make it tonight and post it tomorrow or Thursday ^_^

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Goodmorning tumblr! My new smutty centered discord server is now up and running! Please be over 18 before you think about joining—we have strict age moderation between me and my fellow mod @astriddsaysstuff !

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Goodmorning tumblr! My new smutty centered discord server is now up and running! Please be over 18 before you think about joining—we have strict age moderation between me and my fellow mod @astriddsaysstuff !

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Hear me out: pussy drunk Landoscar (or just Oscar) maybe like them taking turns🫦

pass her around - LN4 🔥

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summary: It starts as a joke. A lazy night in, wine poured, teasing words and wandering hands. But then Lando dares Oscar to taste you — and Oscar does. One kiss turns into two fingers. Then it’s Lando on his knees again, drunk on your moans, lips slick, begging for more. They take turns because they can’t help themselves. Because your body is theirs to worship. And by the time you’re soaked and shaking, neither of them knows where one ends and the other begins. Just soft growls of mine and again and fuck, she’s perfect.

warnings: smut (18+), threesome (m/m/f), oral (f receiving), fingering, pussy drunk!Lando and Oscar, soft dom vibes, begging, overstimulation, taking turns, praise, light possessiveness, light edging, reader completely wrecked, use of pet names, no penetration (yet), just mouth and hands and absolute need

Oscar had only meant to stay for dinner. Lando had cooked, which was to say he’d ordered food, plated it like a smug bastard, and poured wine like it was a performance. You were in his hoodie and not much else, legs over his lap while Oscar sat across from you on the couch, flushed from laughter, the wine, or both.

It started light. You teasing Lando. Lando pulling your thigh across his lap. Oscar watching with that quiet, focused attention like he was studying the shape of your grin.

“You two are sick,” Oscar muttered, sipping his drink.

“You’re still here,” you smiled.

He licked his lips. “Barely.”

Lando’s hand slid up the inside of your thigh, fingers brushing your underwear. You gasped, just a little, and Oscar stared. Lando didn’t stop.

“She’s loud when she’s like this,” he said casually, looking at Oscar like they weren’t about to commit sin together. “You wanna hear?”

You blinked. “Lando.”

He grinned. “Go on, mate. Give her a taste.”

Oscar’s breath hitched.

You didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Just let the silence pull tight around the three of you.

Then Oscar set his glass down. Leaned forward. “Can I?” he asked.

You nodded, heart pounding.

He knelt between your legs, hands gentle as they slid your underwear down. His mouth hovered just above your pussy. His eyes flicked to yours once, like a warning.

Then he licked. Slow. Careful. Focused. You moaned, hips twitching.

Lando chuckled behind you. “Told you.”

Oscar groaned, tongue circling your clit like he was learning it. Like he wanted to learn it. His hands pressed your thighs open wider and he moaned into you, loud and low. “She’s soaked,” he muttered, breathless.

Lando grinned. “Addictive, right?”

Oscar didn’t answer. Just kept going. Faster now. Sloppier. One hand slid up to your chest, groping through the hoodie. The other traced circles on your inner thigh.

Lando leaned back, watching you squirm. “You gonna let me have a turn, or are you just gonna keep her for yourself?”

Oscar growled against you. “I’m not done yet.”

You whimpered, gripping Lando’s arm.

“He’s getting possessive,” Lando teased.

“He’s so good,” you gasped.

Lando’s eyes darkened. Oscar pulled back with wet lips, panting. “You’re not gonna last long if he goes next.”

You laughed, breathless, dazed. “You’re both fucking dangerous.”

Lando grinned. “Your turn, baby.”

He switched places with Oscar in seconds. Dropped between your thighs and buried his face in you without hesitation.

“Fuck,” he moaned, tongue messy, desperate. “I missed this.”

Oscar stroked your leg while Lando sucked your clit like it owed him money. You cried out, nails in the couch, legs trembling.

“She tastes like you now,” Lando murmured to Oscar, eyes fluttering shut. “You like that?”

Oscar groaned. “Keep going.”

Lando did. Two fingers. Fast and deep. Tongue circling your clit while Oscar watched, his cock hard under his joggers, hand twitching in his lap.

You were soaked. Shaking. Whimpering now. Oscar leaned in, kissing your shoulder. “You’re doing so well.”

“Please,” you begged. “I’m so close.”

Lando growled, speeding up.

Oscar whispered in your ear. “Come for us.”

You did, loud, wrecked, pulsing around Lando’s fingers while Oscar kissed your temple and Lando moaned into your cunt like he’d just won something sacred.

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Fishnets and clark kent? oh yes. Need your thoughts on Clark kent and a goth girl perhaps.

i'd be happy to! as a goth girl myself this will be so much fun to write. tysm for the request xoxo

clark kent with a goth girlfriend.

!! mdni, nsfw themes, headcanons, f!reader, reader is goth.

clark kent wouldn't really have much of a type, finding personality to be the most charming thing about a woman. although, a switch would flip in him when he sees you for the first time, dark clothing, shiny accessories, and unique makeup style with a stunning black lip.

a huge hero, kind inside and out being seen in public with a girl who looks like she'll kill you if you look at her the wrong way. he needs it. he needs you.

he'd buy you the cutest little halloween themed items because he thinks that's what you'd like. he wouldn't be extremely knowledgeable specifically on the goth subculture, but he'd sit and listen to you the entire time you explain it to him with the most love drunk expression on his face.

he loves those long skirts and dresses you wear that make you look like a risen vampire. he'd want to just unravel you and have you all to himself. he'd let you suck his blood and turn him if you could.

this man and fishnets. he'd have to force himself not to rip a gaping hole in them and drive into your little cunt at the most brutal pace.

he would frequently let you know how beautiful you are and that you should never change for anyone. he fell for your authentic self, and he fell hard.

he loses his grip on reality when your eyeliner is racing down your face and utterly ruined from sucking him off. when you leave black lipstick stains on his dick, he'd hesitate washing it off in the shower because it's just too perfect.

if you dye your hair unnatural colors, he'd have plenty of fun helping you with it. he would even let you dye a little streak in his hair to match with yours as well.

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THE DISCORD WILL BE AREIVING SOON

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. huhhh

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PAUSI YOURE A F1 FAN? OR-

thank u to my f1 mutuals i had something to bond over with my dad today

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I'll make it tonight >:)

Multifandom discord!? 18+ ONLY NO MINORS.

I'm thinking of making a new discord server that will be multifandom based so things like F1, DBH, UNTIL DAWN, MARVEL etc.

If this poll gets more than 20 yes's i'll make it tonight and post it tomorrow or Thursday ^_^

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Im CONNUSTING WHAT THE HELL

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hi! have you written a safeword piece? if not, can you write one preferably about charlos or either of them? but only if it’s okay wih you!! thank you!!

Stop - CL16 & CS55 🔥

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summary: you’re in a committed poly relationship with charles and carlos, and while you’ve taken them both at once before, tonight they push you past your limit. they’re gentle when it counts. filthy when it matters. and when you use your safe word, everything stops. warnings: (18+) smut, established poly relationship, reader takes both A and V at once (dp), overstimulation, safe word use, aftercare, soft dom charles, praise dom carlos, spit, crying, creampie, comfort, possessiveness, power dynamics, slight size kink, lube mention, emotional intimacy, filthy language

You weren’t sure if it was the wine or the way Carlos had been looking at you all night like he wanted to peel your skin off and wear it, but your whole body felt like it was vibrating before anything even started. Charles had been gentler about it, as always, brushing his fingers down the back of your arm while you sat on his lap, whispering to you in French about how much he missed you while they were in Japan. Carlos just watched, lip tucked under his teeth, one hand palming himself through his jeans and the other already working you out of your shirt before you'd even said yes.

Except of course you said yes. Because you always said yes to them Because the last time they were both inside you at once, you forgot your own fucking name.

The bed was barely made before they got you on it, Carlos kneeling between your legs and Charles behind you with his hands in your hair. They worked in tandem like they always did, like they’d been born for this. You could feel it in the way they handled you, fucked you, kissed you like they owned the breath in your chest and the blood in your veins. You were theirs and they knew it.

"Tu la veux où?" Charles asked, low and dark behind you.

Carlos didn’t even hesitate. “Her mouth. First.”

That meant he was already leaking. You could see it when he shoved his jeans down, thick and swollen and desperate as he settled on his knees and tapped the head of his cock against your lips.

“C’mon, pretty baby. Mouth open.”

And you obeyed. Because you always did. Because being called pretty baby in Carlos’s voice made your brain switch off and your knees spread further.

You gagged when he thrust too deep too fast, but his hand in your hair anchored you while Charles rubbed slow circles into your lower back, letting you take what you could. Letting you push when you were ready.

That’s how it always worked with them. One of them ruined you and the other put you back together.

When your jaw ached and your mascara had already run, Charles finally pulled you off him and wiped your lips with his thumb, whispering, “You did so well, mon ange. You want more, don’t you?”

You nodded fast, face flushed and soaked in spit.

"Okay."

It wasn’t a question.

Carlos was already moving, already positioning you in Charles’s lap like he’d done it a hundred times. His fingers slid between your thighs, testing how wet you were, how ready. You whimpered when he slid two fingers inside. Charles groaned against your shoulder.

"You’ll take us both, baby, yeah?" Carlos murmured, his voice thicker now. “Like last time?”

You nodded, but slower this time. Because last time had taken everything out of you.

They noticed. Of course they did.

Charles kissed your temple. “Safe word still red?”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

Carlos kissed the inside of your thigh. “Good girl.”

They always started with Charles inside you first. They said it was because he was softer with you, gentler, the kind of stretch you could melt into before Carlos shoved you wide open. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, both arms around your waist, whispering to you in that calm, reverent way of his like it was the first time every time.

When he bottomed out, you were already shaking. Carlos didn’t wait.

You felt the lube before anything else - cold on your skin, his fingers working you open while Charles kissed the back of your neck. The contrast made you gasp, cry out, bite your bottom lip hard enough to bleed.

“Almost there, cariño,” Carlos muttered, “you’re doing perfect.”

Charles tightened his arms around you, holding you in place while Carlos pushed in behind. The moment his cock breached you, everything inside you splintered.

It was too much. God, it was good. But it was too fucking much.

You’d done it before. You’d taken them both. But tonight they weren’t holding back. They were both so wound up, so desperate, thrusting into you like they’d die if they didn’t come first. Carlos kept growling filth in Spanish while Charles whispered how beautiful you were. They kissed you between thrusts. Spat on your pussy when you started to dry out. Called you their good little girl.

But it was too much. Too fast. Too deep. Your body started to shake harder, your breath catching in your chest. You tried to hold on. You really fucking did.

But then Carlos reached around and started rubbing your clit with two slick fingers and Charles bit your shoulder and it just - “Red,” you gasped. “Red. Red red red.”

Everything stopped. Immediately.

Charles was the first to move. He was out of you and had you in his arms within seconds, murmuring in rapid French, brushing your hair out of your face, grounding you with his breath against your cheek.

Carlos followed, hands on your legs, soft voice in your ear. “You’re okay. You’re okay. We stopped. You’re safe.”

You were sobbing without realising it. Head buried in Charles’s neck, thighs trembling. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, even though you knew you didn’t need to be.

“Don’t you dare,” Charles said firmly. “Don’t you dare be sorry.”

Carlos climbed up beside you, pulling a warm blanket over your bodies. “You did so good, baby. You told us what you needed. That’s what good girls do.”

Charles kissed your forehead. “I’m proud of you.”

Carlos kissed your thigh. “I love you.”

They didn’t leave your side all night.

They held you. Cleaned you up gently. Rubbed lotion into your sore skin. Massaged your scalp while you lay between them, letting your body settle. Charles fetched water. Carlos fetched chocolate. Neither of them let you feel anything but adored.

“You were so beautiful,” Charles whispered, as if the tears and the shaking didn’t scare him at all. “Even when you needed to stop. Especially then.”

Carlos nodded, his hand stroking your hip. “You’ll tell us if you ever want to try again. And if you don’t, that’s okay too.”

You nodded. Because even though it had been too much - it had never, ever felt unsafe.

Just overwhelming. Just yours. Just theirs.

And god, did they make sure you knew it.

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sigh. Carlos Sainz who gets nervous and blushy the first time you send him nudes im gonma cry