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harrymasonsdadbod · 1 year
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THE WAY HES STANDING IS KILLING ME
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LOOK AT HIM
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mjtheartist04 · 12 days
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I love drawing baby boi flustered💜
it’s literally my therapy✨🤭
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wormswurld · 2 months
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probably one of my most favorite screen caps of barry ever. thank you for casting this femme lesbian in this terrible movie.
if y’all wanna watch barry be a cute little girl who has the most adorable laugh and smile ever while simultaneously having the most hard to understand accent ever look no further! watch “stalker (2012)” it’s not good (imo)… like at all! buutttt barry is in it getting his shit rocked & moaning 😁
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thank you @fuckingwoodfuckingpaneling for putting me on this monstrosity! so worth the 1:12:00 🤗✨
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thehurtingreflex · 2 months
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Alan Wilder in 1983 ❤️💙
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lre333 · 1 year
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(found)family dynamics ft. nose presets by @kashisun​ 🖤
Y’ALL i can’t wait for you to get your hands on these amazing presets - MARINE, you mfkin’ DID THAT, OKAY?!! *inSPIRED* had me up playin in CAS, making up whole damn backstories for sims i just met ~sigh~ they already got theme songs and nicknames cuz you had the NERVE to pop off on these wonderfully unique, character-filled, deeply customizable schnoz shapes ~ i’m in love <3333
a lil scenario occured while i was putting the family together, learning their quirks and how they interact with each other - an entire mess XD
in order of appearance :
vanity ; as “i’m watching my shows” non-snitchin’ witness / too pretty for this
snickers ; as accident-prone troublemaker crybaby / jealous he’s not the baby
ariel ; as perpetually sick-of-this-shit scandalized younger sibling / good sport
hunny ; as not the mess but has something to say about it / lowkey accomplice
mamma neptune ; as rough-edged at work, soft toward the children / the glue
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hanalwayssolo · 1 year
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i’ve allowed these random hfw headcanon things to gnaw and nibble away at my hyperfixating brain like a bunch of starving squirrels and god (by the forge! by the sun! by the ten!) i might as well write it down before i go insane during this long holiday weekend:
erend, in his thorough research of the ancient ones’ history with music, begins to use phrases like, “this beat is sick,” “this bop slaps!” or “this is a banger!” to describe the songs he thought are good. which are mostly heavy metal. in his defense, the only reason why the genre appealed to him was because it’s “the oseram blood” in him. (“it’s metal??? get it??? by the forge my people would love this!!”)
varl, to keep erend from blasting his questionable music taste in the base, often hijacks his focus with classical music he discovered along with zo and alva. mostly, varl plays vivaldi’s winter. erend was pissed at first but after being forced to listen to it on repeat, it’s actually… not that bad. in fact, his words were: “the beat drop in the middle? a solid 10/10.”
kotallo asking aloy about seashells has been a thing, but honestly, this was not at all a random question, nor did it come from nowhere. truth is, when he was a kid, he often traveled with his parents to the long coast, where he would watch the sea’s ebbs and flows, would listen as the water foams and makes a rustling sound as it meets the shore. he found it so mesmerising, somewhat resenting that he was not born in tide’s reach. now, after watching all the data that aloy has gathered in her travels and having learned that this strange object called a seashell carried the sound of the ocean in its body, he remembers a time when he told his mother how he wanted to “keep the music of the crashing waves in his pocket” so he can continue listening to it even from the bulwark. she only smiled at him and gave him a hug so warm his mother could have been the sun itself. anyway. this seashell seems like lovely thing to have, not just to have the ocean at his fingertips, but perhaps something to remember his mother by.
alva learns this thing called scrabble from the archives, a game played by the old ones to enhance their knowledge of the glyphs. (their word for it was vocabulary. or something to that effect.) she explains the mechanics to the rest of the gang, says that it’s similar to machine strike given how it’s played on a wooden board, but instead of machine pieces, it’s glyphs on a wooden tile. this discussion with the gang happens to coax beta out of the basement.
beta, of course, knows a thing or two about scrabble through the apollo training interface. she’s been so keen to try it out except she didn’t have anyone to play it with when she was still with the zeniths. here in the base, she offers to help in making the board, which more or less astounds everybody considering how… well… she’s been keeping mostly to herself, an isolation / kind of introversion worse than kotallo’s. this makes erend and varl immediately volunteer in carving the board. even kotallo promises he would find the best pigment to paint the glyphs on the tiles. zo and alva exchange a look that’s like, “did we just witness a nora, an oseram, and a tenakth agree on… collaborating?? for a board game??”
zo discovers the recipe for this thing called coffee and chocolate frosting, which she has heard kotallo mentioned during one of his machine strike sessions with erend. (“an oseram forging an unlikely friendship with a tenakth marshal? can you believe??” erend exclaims proudly one night, sharing his piss-poor ale with kotallo.) she lets erend, varl, and of course, kotallo, taste-test for her. the results yielded positive, if not close to catastrophic results. positive because they all seemed to thoroughly enjoy the coffee and the chocolate, but by catastrophic results, she supposes that maybe she added too much sugar and cacao beans? because somehow, the guys kind of… went berserk. they were so awake and alive and burning with a rush of energy that the trio decided to go out to train and hunt that by the time they came back, varl left a trail of dead burrowers outside the base. erend managed to collect a dozen of apex bristleback hearts. and kotallo… returned with a carcass of a stormbird and a massive boulder from the bulwark. zo will have a lot to explain to aloy about this.
aside from varl, the other person who enjoys talking to beta is actually alva. alva is very much fascinated with how beta knows a lot of things!! they spend evenings reading through the archives and talking to gaia, with beta often correcting alva’s quen version of things. of course, alva understands how beta might somehow come off as blunt and rude; after finding out how beta has been treated by the zeniths, alva would raise hell over these immortal jackasses if she could.
zo religiously tends to her garden outside the base by the cliffside facing plainsong, but every now and then, she’d notice how the plants are freshly watered just before she can get to the task herself, or how there’s often an unfamiliar addition to her pot of flowers. she doesn’t mind this at all; frankly, she appreciates it. she assumes varl might be behind this as he’s the only one who lends her a hand to keep their little lush space alive and to bring in more plants for the base—until gaia points out a fun fact in their passing conversation that the new flowers blooming in her garden are only native to tenakth soil. specifically, it only grows in the sheerside mountains. well. with that in mind, it doesn’t take long for zo to put two and two together. besides, it really doesn’t take a genius to figure out the identity of this secret gardener. 
so yeah, sure. sure. kotallo takes care of the cliffside garden in secret. i mean, why wouldn’t he? it’s on the way to the sunwing site where he often trains, and erend usually forgets to water the plants, anyway. and about the flowers... he wanted to bring something that reminds him of home and to honour the friends he lost. truth is, this was all gaia’s idea. ever since he told gaia about how he lost his arm and what happened in the embassy, she mentioned that one of the many things the old ones did to cope with the kind of thing he’s been through is to make a garden. (and by ‘that kind of thing’, the words that gaia used specifically were trauma and grief. he knows she means well but this didn’t make sense to him—he’s pretty sure he’s neither traumatised nor grieving. of course not. he’s fine. he’s absolutely, totally fine.)
(of course he’s NOT fine but by the fucking ten why would he dare to admit that out loud? and what is he if not in denial? yes, he felt this when he lost his parents—but how come this is different? how come this feels a lot heavier than when he was a kid? does grief change its form the older you get? what if he’s struggling to process these big and complex feelings because he grew up being taught how to fight and not to sit with grief? to only bury the dead and to keep moving forward? besides, who has time to grieve and to wallow on losses when his tribe is at the brink of another civil war? this has always been the tenakth way: to keep a stiff upper lip, to never let sentiment get in the way of duty. to mourn is as unnatural as a dreadwing being docile. so how, pray tell, could he ever let himself have a say when he’s hasn’t been taught to do so?)
so instead, kotallo learns how to plant flowers to make room for grief. he makes space for another when they lose varl in gemini. he realises later on that he might have been unkind to erend, how easily he let go of the words “we can’t sit around wallowing in our losses” as if varl was a thing and not a friend, because truthfully, he was coming from a place of fear for his tribe, which, in turn, diminished the way erend was dealing with this loss, who’s taking this harder than the rest of them. of course varl and erend go a long way back. this time, kotallo is the outsider to their friendship. and kotallo of all people should know what that kind of pain feels like. he lost an arm, yes, but to lose your friends, to be the only one to survive… isn’t the grief from all of that a kind of maiming, too?
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thedeadthree · 1 year
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-`. WHO WOULD DIRECT THE LIFE OF YOUR OC?
TAGGED BY @corvosattano, @adelaidedrubman, @jackiesarch, @shellibisshe and @socially-awkward-skeleton to take this cutest uquiz for a few loves! ty so much! ♥
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SOFIA COPPOLA
Does Lana Del Rey inspire you? Be honest.
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JOHN CARPENTER
They're after you, aren't they? What are you waiting for? Run!
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ABEL FERRARA
Stop clogging the prayer line with your guilt and shame, baby. Go for a walk or something, sometimes <3
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JORDAN PEELE
You're one of a kind, that's for sure, you weirdo <3
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KATHRYN BIGELOW
You're so deconstructed and complex, wow. Love that for you!
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KARYN KUSAMA
You're so gay, I wouldn't even know where to start... But, hmm, call me maybe?
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ABEL FERRARA
Stop clogging the prayer line with your guilt and shame, baby. Go for a walk or something, sometimes <3
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DAVID CRONENBERG
Yeah... You're literally a freak[y and foreboding ♥].
bonus track version ♥
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KATHRYN BIGELOW
You're so deconstructed and complex, wow. Love that for you!
#only if you want to of course! 🥀#oc: olga litvinchuck#yelena also got the same answer futher convincing me that if they lived in the same verse they would be the best of friends ♥ !!!!!#screaming. as like..... I KNEW THAT WAS GOING TO BE HER ANSWER pleased to hear uquiz agreed <3#oc: iryna pasternak#also screaming she got the answer i was thinking omg..... in fact all of the babies did oh my god#(i mean atalantea and marta both getting abel was inch resting but also for their stories like..... it makes sense omg)#iryna horror movie marathons...... a tradition she hold religiously ! and inviting raul into watching the sacred watching... crying#oc: atalantea andoral#oc: vasha uhlchesis#EEEEK PLEASED PLEASED TO INFORM THAT I FINALLY BOUGHT ESO AND TEEHEEE#oc: saera surik#baby girl u contain MULTITUDES#oc: ilariy isaev#ok ok so he isnt a s*idestep but he is martas 'brother' <3 he dated mortum in the past and is wooing lady argent !#oc: marta chaykovski#HONEY BUNCH WAHHH#oc: una nathaira uller#aeggy: baby girl you are so freaky and foreboding ✨😌#and we ADORE HER !#leg.tagged#leg.ocs#off to see j*ohn w*ick besties im gonna cry EEEEK more valentina and jw!verses karolina and chiara lore i am sooo normal <3#i mean the first song on olgas playlist is swan song 🦢🤍#oc: aerea andoral#she contains multitudes ur so right bestie <3#i went a little crazy with this one it was so much fun <3 (and my film appreciating self was like EEEEEK)#atalantea is aereas ancestor <3#oh my god and i owe aj my life for helping me choose saeras fc 🌸💞🥹 YOUR A TREASURE
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twig-the-edgelord · 4 months
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I wake up thinking of the clementummy and I go to sleep thinking of the clementummy
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un-pearable · 2 years
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let’s see who’s responsible for my most beloved character trait…. ZANE NINJAGO??
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ms-berry-jam · 2 months
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✨I redesign the Karamatsu with my head cannons ✨
I love him he’s so gorgeous
He’s so baby girl
I don’t know why the original so blurry
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brazilnt · 1 year
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BEST BRAZILIAN IN THE LEAGUE TITLE INCOMING!!🤌🏽💋
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scoups4lyfe · 2 years
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LKJSDLFJSALF
PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
nOT Momoi just outright saying ‘You need to nurse him back to health’ thiS IS SO FKING FUNNYYYYYYYY
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Hahahaha :DD
But,,,, will you stop by later? :’D
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MOMOI!!
THAT’S fvCKING IT!!!
COME HERE–
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2manytabsopen · 2 months
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Hear me out... Why is Rublev kinda... 🤭🫣 - ✨
NAH BECAUSE HE IS AND IM GLAD WERE TALKING ABT IT
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muteflames · 6 months
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saw my baby last night, i forgot that i’m in loveeeeeeeeeeeee 💖💞🥰🩷💕😊🥰❣️
#.#he picked me up and took me to a sesh and bought me 6 eddies for 30 dollars bc he buys in bulk (love my weed dealer bb)#then he took me to his place and we set things up for his bands show in the backyard and i was drinking while he was performing so i had so#much fun even tho i started moshing and i got a busted lip but it’s okay💕💕💕#bc he took me to in n out after the show was over and then he drove me back home which is like an hour away#and he work all the time and when he’s not working he’s practicing or boxing so we never have time to see each other ever since i moved#we used to only be 5 minutes away and now it’s an hour w no traffic and 1.5-2.5 hours w traffic (bc california traffic is the worst)#but he’s my best frienddddd and we’re in love w each other and it has been 2 months since i saw him i was so excited and had so much fun w#him i really need to see him more often bc being away from him for so long makes me super sad#he said we’ll go to joshua tree in 2 weeks… he’s gonna rent a house and we’re gonna take shrooms and whenever we take shrooms we make out#and he tells me he’s in love w me and he holds my hand like the entire time#ik it sounds like baby love but it’s bc he’s not only my bsf but also 2 of my cousins bestie so me and him won’t get together fr bc i think#it’s be fucked up for my cousins to have to choose between me and a boy they’ve known for 6-7 years#but i love him sm and seeing him and being w him makes my heart full#i feel bad for anybody that i talk to or fuck w bc my heart belongs to him and i could never love anyone the way i love him#he’s my babbbbbbyyyyyyyyy and i love when he calls me ‘my girl’ or ‘my love’ when he’s talking to other ppl abt me#when it’s just me and him he calls me babydoll or doll which i think is so cutieeeeee🥰✨#anyways i miss him already and it’s rlly unfair that it took us 2 months to see each other and that it’ll take another two weeks before#i get to see him again :(((( he’s the loml and my best friend i should be able to see him all the time whenever#also even tho he bought me eddies he smoked me out right before he dropped me off and gave me a pack of prerolls he lovessss me so muchhhhh❣#and he was too tired to drive home at first so he came w me to my room and i made him coffee and we watched dazed and confused and he played#w my hair for a little bit and kissed me goodnight when he left and omggggg i love kissing him he’s such a good kisser and he’s soooo pretty#he’s my bbg fr#anyways yes i’m in love and i have so much to say abt him#but i’m gonna write the rest in my diary#love storm
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bejeweledblondie · 6 months
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Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcannons
A/N: these are loosely inspired from real life experiences I’ve had living on a military base, these men have a on & off switch it’s crazy
Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader
Warnings: NSFW
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• Simon first saw you while he was in the States for a training exercise, he was out at one of the local bars with some of the other soldiers he was with
• Soap had actually asked for your number first & since he was so intoxicated you turned him down
• Simon apologized for Soap & that’s how you met
• he did have a heart attack when he found out there was a bit of a age gap between you two but quickly got over it when he realized how mature you were
• it was a long distance relationship at first (from personal experience it sucks in the beginning)
• there were times when he couldn’t talk due to the risk of potentially exposing his teams location so you had to write letters every now & then
• you cried constantly whenever you saw some horrific news in the paper about what was going on overseas, the anxiety was awful
• but when he returned the reunions were euphoric
• you have a bottle of his cologne & aftershave so you can always feel close to him
• and you’d spray your perfume on the letters you sent so he couldn’t always smell the paper when he was missing you
• it took him sometime to open up to you about what had happened to him in his past, & your respected that
• when he first met your family, he was shocked by all the support he had received from them
• he asked your parents to marry you the first time he met them & showed them the ring too (ofc they said yes)
• he proposed to you in private after a nice dinner, he got choked up during the proposal
• your dad specifically was elated, he got to brag at how bad ass his son in law is
• your mom if she’s a teacher, had her entire class send cards, candy, anything they’d need in care packages Soap nearly cried when he opened the sweetest letter from a little girl (this actually happened irl my mom’s class did this & one guy got really choked up)
• Simon always would be your fiercest protector
• since he’s like an freakin tree he will guide your head with his bear paw of a hand in crowds
•he CANNOT sit with his back facing the door it stresses him out
•this man is strapped 24/7 whether that be a knife, bear spray etc. he’s ready
•he has a trauma kit in his car because “you never know”
•Simon is 1000% one of those apocalypse preppers you have freeze dried food, medicine, water, etc. he’s always on edge
• he sleeps with a damn rifle next to y’all’s bed
• you have a whole security system too
• your guy’s apartment is impeccable like you could eat off of the floor
• hell your guy’s bed has damn hospital corners
• Simon adopted a cat so you don’t feel as lonely when he’s deployed
• He’s your chonky boy & you do send plenty of photos to Simon when he’s deployed
• Gaz & Soap tease him about him living his “cat dad” life
• you start trying for a baby two years into your marriage
• Simon does fall victim to the “curse of the infantry” (which is not a negative thing btw it’s a running joke that infantry soldiers have all daughters) he makes girls
• he was deployed during your pregnancy & was worried sick he nearly missed the birth of your daughter
• that little girl is the most well protected baby in the whole world, the Task Force gifted him not just baby stuff but damn security for the nursery
• He watches your baby from his phone in the nursery on deployment, he was silently crying once when he was watching you sing a lullaby to your baby girl
•Price had to comfort him father to father
•In reality Simon has a very hard cold exterior at work for the sake of keeping his mental health for the profession he’s in but deep down he’s always held a soft spot & your relationship just brings it out
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• there is a big size difference between you two & it drives him insane
• the first time y’all had together he didn’t want to break you in half
• when he returns from deployment y’all go at it like rabbits for multiple rounds, your poor pussy was so sore afterwards
• has a massive corruption & daddy kink
• he’s an ass man I don’t make the rules here so any position where your ass if the focal point is his favorite
• y’all have made so many sex tapes for him when he’s deployed, he has a whole folder on his phone & jerks off to them in the bathroom or the porta potty (it’s a canon event, trust me) to them
• he lets your cockwarm him constantly when you’re on the couch, when he’s working, hell y’all had even fallen asleep like that
• I know people say he has a Prince Albert piercing but alas per army regulation that is safety risk I think it’s more likely he’d use a cock ring on you
• during a military ball you two snuck off & fucked in a supply closet
• he couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel room after seeing you in your gown, it was red his favorite color
• and he just looked so fucking good in his dress uniform, that was the night you totally conceived your baby girl
• he groans into your ear when he cums & he’ll use his body to just eclipse yours
• “one more baby girl” & “c’mon pretty girl use your words tell me what you want”
• is a sucker for babydoll lingerie it brings your innocence & triggers his corruption kink
• moral of the story Simon Riley fucks
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jamminvroomvroom · 23 days
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Charles jealous and possessive please! Smut 🔥
no mercy.
CL x fem!reader - 4k celebration ✨
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in which lunch with friends turns into charles reminding you that you’re all his
first 4k request up! thank you so much for this, wrote this whole thing in like half an hour bc damn this took me back to my charlie roots. i hope u love this anon, and all my lovely readers - lemme know what you think
warnings: 18+!! minors GO AWAY! smut, swearing, slight breeding kink, use of “slut” (in the sexy way tho!), lando causing his usual chaos (feat. shit stirrer alex), dom!charles/sub!reader, minor hints of corruption kink, slapping like once, fluffy ending
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interesting.
the word you’d choose to describe this lunch is interesting.
charles’ hand seems to grow tighter on your thigh with every passing minute, or, to be more precise, every time lando speaks.
“so am i, ahem, are we gonna be seeing you at any races soon?” lando teases, raising an eyebrow, gesturing to alex sat beside him to cover up his slip of the tongue.
“i’ll be there whenever charles wants me there. maybe i’ll even get to see you win a race.” you laugh. you’re enjoying the company, but the impromptu lunch with the other two drivers seems to be riling your boyfriend up to new heights.
you know the brit is teasing him, and alex is lapping up the drama, stirring the pot. you certainly don’t mind if it keeps charles’ hand wandering higher up your leg. you’re just being polite, lando knows that, charles definitely knows that, but his tight smile and clenched jaw paints a different picture.
“i think we need to get going.” charles pipes up suddenly, after what feels like an eternity of silence from the monegasque man, and he throws a few hundred euros down of the table. “see you in bahrain.” he glares at lando pointedly, and extends his hand to you.
you take it, grinning apologetically at lando and alex, who both wear the same shit-eating grins. they know exactly what they’ve done and they’re lapping up the visible irritation they’ve concocted in their friend.
charles opens your door when you reach his ferrari, silently closing it and walking around to the drivers side.

“not a word.” he grunts.
his hand slips into your panties as he starts the car, and your head tips back against the headrest.
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he throws you onto the bed, no mercy, nothing forgiving behind his rage filled eyes. you wriggle up onto your elbows, watching the way his shirt sleeves are haphazardly rolled up, the way his hands rub together. your thighs clench. his jaw is ticking, and you can see the cogs turning in his mind, ideas brewing.
there’s no warning before pounces, shoving your floral dress up your thighs. he’s met with white lace, intricately textured, gone sheer with your arousal from the way he’d toyed with you in the car, and he sighs deeply, pained.
“this is what you wear out under this slutty fucking dress?” charles glares down at you, yanking at the fabric. the band snaps back against your belly and you gulp, hard. “nothing to say?” he tuts. “you didn’t seem to have a problem talking to my friends.”
“wore it for you, promise.” you whisper, eyes wide, pupils blown. charles scoffs.
“did you really? because it seems like you’ve forgotten who you fucking belong to.”
you don’t get a chance to reply because you’re stunned into silence when a tear sounds from between your thighs. you see a flash of white when he discards your underwear, throwing them to the floor. charles forces your legs apart, settling onto his belly as if he wants to examine you.
“still soaked.” he hums, impressed. “question is, cherie, for who?” he tilts his head condescendingly and your squirm.
as if to torture you, his nimble fingers trace your folds, spreading the wetness he’s created. you buck your hips at the pressure, it’s not nearly enough, and a low whine sounds from the back of your throat.
“all for you, baby.” you promise. “please, charlie.” you beg.
“is my precious girl getting desperate? hm?” he finds your clit, circling it with the pad of his calloused thumb. you nod profusely, and he’s obsessed with your compliance. “now you know how i felt watching him want you.” he spits.
charles plunges two fingers inside of you suddenly, and you cry out, grinding your hips to his rhythm. the stretch is so delicious that you barely register the burn, not that it matters with the way he’s slicked you up already.
“baby, ‘m all yours.” you’re getting desperate now, pleading with your eyes as much as you can between squeezing them shut every time your tummy tightens.
“i’m not so sure, think you need reminding still.” charles smirks, and his pace increases tenfold.
all you can hear is the wet slap of his fingers slamming into your pussy, his other hand teasing at your clit, just barely touching it. it riles you up endlessly, and your belly aches from how tight you’re clamping down around his hand.
“wanna cum.” you slur, dizzy from the shockwaves washing over you.
“ask nicely.” charles quips sternly, slapping your thigh. it sends a jolt through you and you can’t help it, spilling around his long digits.
you expect him to stop, to punish you for disobeying him, but he fucks you through your orgasm until you’re spent. he’s grinning when you manage to open your eyes.
“so that’s how you’re gonna be, hm? you wanna act like a slut, cherie? because believe me, i’ll treat you like one.” he speaks concisely, slowly, his voice low and threatening.
he points to your dress. “off. now.”
you scramble to peel it off, throwing it off of the bed, and your bra follows suit. you lay there bare, studying him. if you didn’t know him, love him, you’d think he’s his normal self, but you can see the way he’s digging his nails into his palm, can see the way his neck is flushed red. he unclenches his hands to undo his jeans, just enough so that his cock is on display, red and aggressively hard. you wonder how long he’s been like that.
charles kneels at the end of the bed, shifting until he’s hovering over you. the head of his cock nudges your clit, spreading the remnants of your orgasm over himself and your cunt, watching the way it flutters at the pressure. and then he’s sinking in, slow, deep. he’s heavy on top of you and you revel in the weight of him, his scent.
he grins when he bottoms out, letting out a low groan. he stills for a moment, looks at you, brushes a few strands of hair away from your pink flushed face.
“apologise.” charles coos, mockingly. your eyes well with tears, so much pressure swelling in your belly.
“charles.” you whimper, attempting to thread your fingers through his hair, but he catches your hand, sweeping up the other, and pins both of your wrists above your head.
“apologise.”
and you can’t help but ramble pathetically.
“i’m sorry, charlie, love you so much, ‘m so sorry.”
the feeling of his hips hitting yours is like water in the desert: luxurious, essential. the pace he sets is brutal, utterly fantastic, a stark contrast to anything he’s ever given to you before.
this entire experience is surreal, he usually dotes, whispers lovingly into your ear as he gently coaxes orgasms out of you. this could not be anymore different.
the power he exudes, fully clothed, rocking into your quivering, naked body turns you on endlessly, unlocking a part of yourself that you’d never let anyone else see before.
“you like it better like this, don’t you, cherie? when i fuck you hard like this?” you nod frantically. “pretending to be the sweetest little angel when really, you’re nothing but a dirty fucking girl, letting him gawk at you. bet you loved it, all that attention.” charles grunts.
you arch into him, the elastic band in your core growing that bit too tight.
“maybe i need to fuck a baby into you, make sure everyone knows you’re all mine.” he whispers.
that’s all it takes. you reach your high instantly, spurred on by the filth he spouts. the tight, hot hold you have on him makes him see stars, and then he’s cumming, too, spilling warm and white into you.
it’s quiet for a moment, the air still, the smell of sex settling over the space. you relax into the bed, and gently, he pulls out of you. he smiles softly, fingers grazing your sweat dampened face. he unbuttons his shirt as he walks to the en-suite, returning to you shirtless and with a warm, damp cloth.
you smile sleepily as he cleans you up, wiping away the mess he’s made between your legs - as best as he can, anyways - and then he strips off his jeans, and clambers into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms so that your back is flush to his chest.
“was that okay?” he asks quietly. you roll over in his arms, raising your head to peck his jaw.
“more than okay.”
“i didn’t take it too far?”
“baby, it was perfect.” you giggle.
“you know i’m not mad at you, right? but i swear, if lando ever looks at you like that again, he won’t be having kids.”
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