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[lissa646]

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[codypunk]

idk if there's even an audience for this besides like 2 mutuals but also I feel like I should actually put this down instead of vaguely alluding to it all the time. the movementverse is my au where it's basically just what if the messiah gimmick actually worked and I changed murph and the aop for people I actually care about (sorry).

nathan (frazer) also made a tweet back in 2021 about how if seth ever needed an actually loyal disciple instead of murphy, he was available so that was what made my gay little gears turn

its essentially a seth and roman role swap with roman being a far more mentally stable version of himself and seth as a tyrannical leader of a faction bc it's kind of funny to think about. also seth loses his eye at extreme rules instead of rey which to me is what would have been the last proverbial straw that would put him full force into that persona, since in canon he seemingly has some kind of remorse (or he just thinks it's gross, either way he throws up)

its also in canon already very heavy handed on the authority callbacks, seth word for word parrots things hunter once said to him back to murph so I always really kind of wished they did more with that because it does a lot for seths character that his idea of a villain is using hunters words and tactics and using his sledgehammer

[ganondoodle]

.... back on my totk rewrite thoughts so, poll time (pls read before voting o3o )

no matter how cute tulins design is, i like teba more and he had at least a little bit more to fall back on from botw than tulin did, given how little time is spent on these characters (and the time that is is just ... so flat, its all so tasteless, no flavor) hes just as much, or little really, as the champions descendants were in botw .. if even, though this game should have been the time to go hard on narrative, sicne the world was established now would have been the time to dig into the story more

im considering making teba the 'sage' (no sages in my rewrite but for understandings sake) and possibly with a .. 'backpack' tulin, they are a team and work as one (doing proper character arcs is hard to do in a game world like botw, given how isolated each area is and how little everyone interacts, id focus more on having some active troubles and dangers- team getting seperated etc. to make it feel like theres actual stakes instead of a flat one scene character 'arc' and then some baby puzzles that i hesitate to even call that)

(i still havent found a workaround for the abilities yet, botws way of doing it was very well integrated and made sense with the story, i dont want to repeat that but also dont want to have the shitty totk way, - killing a character off in the present to have them aid you in spirit is interesting only if not applied to everyone bc then it gets all too samey again, something something items in a way--- regardless of how im gonna solve that issue, i like the idea of them working together just like you are actively traveling with zelda as your companion and it will work whether i give them actual abilities or not)

[kitakami-kid]

are we not gonna talk about how kieran bought enough plane tickets for you and the zero crew? this 15 yr old boy who lives in rural japan? doesn't he know he can just buy a phone himself???

[water-mellie-seeds]

I like that the prince mush boss fight is unfairly hard. Btw. I think it makes sense AND i like it

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

Bojack had given up on taking a drunken Stan to Sheilas and brought him into the hotel , via his wheelchair just awkwardly holding him on his lap. This was going to end up on the news somehow he just knew it. bojack horseman seen with child at a hotel room.. ughhh .. part of his brain said this was stupid, there were better ways to deal with this situation .. and maybe there were but taking him back to his neglectful mother and abusive father and scary sister didn't seem like the safe option for his mental state. So here he was taking him to room 13 while he spoke random whatevers.. @stanbarf

[intotheelliwoods]

AHHH!!! AH!!! 🥺!!!!! AH!!!

Another DTIYS for @intotheelliwoods!

Congratulations on the 4k!!!!!

And thanks for all the fun Hunger Games sims the last few days! 😜

[eyesxxyou]

💿 hobie brown x fem!reader

❝ warnings ❞ size kink, fingering, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), light slapping, pussy slapping

We need to realistically talk about how large Hobie is. Yes, he's skinny but he’s also 6’5” and we all know that skinny dudes have the biggest dicks. He’s a grower for sure.

We need to talk about how much you struggle to take him every single time, how he takes his time playing with your pussy and stretching you open so it doesn't hurt. His fingers are long and slender and reach places you couldn't reach on your own. His tongue teases yours, fingers sometimes coming out to stroke your clit before slipping back in to curl against your soft ridge. “Open up f’me, doll. Be good.”

And when he finally gets the monster out, he strokes it between the wet lips of your pussy, slapping it against your soaked cunt, teasing his tip against your entrance until you’re weeping and begging him to put it in.

You always struggle to take him as stated before. The fat head of his cock pushing into your tight cunt until you cry. He keeps going even though you push your hand to his hip to slow him down. God, your pussy is so tight and wet and soft. He can't stop himself from taking what he needs, pushing into you until he manages to fit all of it into your tiny hole.

“I’s okay, you can take i’.” He stuffs his massive length into you until you’re creaming on it, already cumming with just a few thrusts. Your body tries to run but he holds you still, holds you down, makes you take more.

“Nice lil’ pussy.” He murmurs, as he fucks you sideways, your pussy leaving a creamy ring of your cum at the base of his cock. You can barely take it. Your poor pussy is all swollen and puffy from his abuse. His fingers sloppily rubbing your clit until you cum again.

Sometimes he pulls out completely, takes his time to stroke his cock against your aching pussy while your thighs tremble. He thrusts all the way back in with one stroke of his hips and then all the way back out. Your legs shake some more. His hands grip your thighs, rubbing gentle circles into the muscle to help the shaking stop. “Take ya time, lovie.”

He fucks you from the back and grips your jaw. His body towers over you, forces your back to arch, fucks into you like no tomorrow. Hobie makes you see stars, makes you go cross-eyed. You can't formulate words, can't grasp a single coherent thoughts in that dumb little mind of yours. Hobie holds your hands behind your back and your face falls into the sheets. He chuckles, smiling. "Gotcha goin' dumb, don't I? Stay wit' me love." He reaches and lightly slaps your cheek to ground you.

And when he finally cums, he cums so much, so much that it leaks out if you in messy, white globs. He spreads it with the length of his cock, slapping his length against your ruined pussy while you struggle to catch your breath.

"did so well f'me, dove. Took my cock like a fuckin' champ, ya did."

He always rewards you after taking him, knowing how difficult it can be sometimes. He gets down on his knees before you and takes his time cleaning you up with his tongue. Hobie's lips kiss your clit and his tongue laps at your leaking cunt. He eats you until your legs clamp around his head and your hands work to push him away from overstimulated. It's torture of the best kind.

Hobie's so fucking big, it's insane.

[keerysfreckles]

Okay hi I don’t know if I’m doing this right and this is how you rqs something, I saw your cry for help for a luke Castellan fic,

could I pls request something like a daughter of Poseidon reader and her and Luke have been friends for years but haven’t never really seen each other as more than that until some guy starts to hit on her and Luke gets jealous asf and then the Luke starts a fight with him because he said something nasty about reader, and rewarded gets pissed off that Luke’s fighting and it’s super angsty and jealous and they fight and make up and realise their feelings and maybe a kiss?????

Hope that wasn’t too long xx

someone gets hurt — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x poseideon fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, a couple swear words, character sexualizing reader

a/n: GETTING THE HOO BOOKS TOMORROW!!!!!!!!

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"again!"

the sound of swords clanging against each other echoed in the empty field and through the forest.

"luke, how many more times do we have to do this?" y/n was out of breath. her right hand was red from gripping her sword too hard for the past hour, her hair has been tied back by now, and sweat coated her cheeks and arms.

"no offence, but your dad is into water, not swords," luke responds.

"what? you're saying i'm not the best swordsman in camp?"

luke chuckles, "obviously, because i'm here."

y/n only laughs at his response.

"swordswoman."

"what?" y/n's more than confused.

"you wouldn't be the best sowrdsman at camp. swordswoman would be the correct term."

instead of responding y/n shoves her sword inbetween luke's wrist and hip, skillfully pushing her own sword to make his fall to the ground.

"yeah, yeah, miss one time champ. go get some water," luke laughs.

"you know, after being your friend for so many years," y/n starts, but takes another sip of water as luke walks over to the bench she's sitting on. she continues, "you would think i'd learn your fighting patterns, and actually beat you for once."

"that's the thing y/n. my fighting strategies always change. once you find them out, they'll just change again," luke replies.

"you ready to go again?" luke asks for a few minutes, letting the girl have time to rest.

y/n nods, and gratefully takes luke's hand to help her up off the bench. she walks over to the dirt area with a slight limp. luke had cut her leg earlier, on accident of course, and y/n insisted she was fine. after pouring half her water bottle on it, there was nothing more than a light scar. however it still hurt.

"wow! with a limp like that, you'd think i was with her all night!"

corey andrews stepped into the clearing of the woods, with his ares brothers right beside him. ever since he got to camp a year ago he'd been harassing y/n. he always found a way to call her out in front of others. and it made y/n's blood boil.

she was about to walk over to the idiotic camper and punch him, but luke grabbed her wrist.

"leave it," his voice was soft, yet firm.

y/n gives in, and goes back to sword fighting with luke. the pair ignore corey and his friends.

corey on the other hand dislikes the silence. he walks over to y/n's side, and pokes her in the sides. it causes her to let out a small shriek and drop her sword.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" she turns and scolds corey, punching him in the shoulder.

"dude, you never mess with someone while they have a sword in their hands," luke picks up y/n's sword for her.

"oh that was nothing. we're just playing, right babe?"

y/n's stomach drops at the name coming out of corey's mouth.

"what's your problem andrews?" luke gently pushes y/n behind him. a motion the girl would soon be thankful for.

"my problem is that absolute babe, with that kinda body isn't in my bed right now," corey gestures to y/n. she's fully behind luke, holding onto his arm. was it out of comfort? or in order to keep luke from lashing out? y/n didn't know, but luke didn't mind her touch.

"she's busy," luke answers for her, feeling her grip tighten, "we're busy. so if you could leave, that'd be great."

luke needed corey to get out of his sight before he punched him. he couldn't stand what the ares boy was saying about his best friend.

"not before i get a piece of her," corey snickers and lunges to try and get to y/n from behind luke.

"corey!" luke scolds, throwing his arms out to block corey.

"don't touch me!" y/n yells in fear, now holding luke's shirt tighter than ever.

finally one of corey's friends speaks up, "corey, come on, they both asked you to leave her alone."

the other friend can't help but agree.

"y/n, go find chiron and tell him about corey," luke whispers. with a nod, y/n's running in the direction of the big house. anything to get away from corey.

before the harasser can get a gain on y/n, luke's grabbing him by the shirt. he lets go, but only to punch him square in the face.

blood instantly seeps out of his nose, and luke swore he saw fire gleaming in corey's eyes.

"why are you so protective of her? what? you sleeping with her or something?"

luke's expression doesn't change.

"if you say one more thing about her, i swear i'll punch you into the ground."

no words were spoken, making luke release his grip on corey's shirt. corey however takes the opportunity to shove his head into luke's knocking him back a few steps.

corey gets a few punches in before luke regains his balance. a few more punches land on luke's arms, before he shoves corey back, and punches him one last time before the asshole is laying on the ground.

luke's breathing heavily and corey's catching his breath on the groun as chiron speaks up.

he walks fully out of the woods now, with y/n climbing off his back. as soon as she told him what happened, he directed her to get in his back as he ran towards the arena.

y/n ran to luke as chiron started scolding corey and his two brothers, mostly corey though.

y/n holds luke's face in her hands, running her thumbs over the fresh red patches on his cheeks.

"are you okay?" there's nothing but concern filling her voice.

luke dryly chuckles, "you should see the other guy."

y/n leans up and wraps her arms around luke's neck to fully pull him into a hug. in seconds his own arms wrap around her waist.

as they pull away, luke watches chiron walk off with the three ares brothers.

"are you okay?" luke finally asks y/n.

she nods, "yeah, it's uh, nothing he hasn't said before. he's just never lunged at me before."

luke leans over to kiss y/n's forehead, before talking back to their swords. he was going to put them away, with the other dull fighting swords, but y/n's voice stops his movements.

"thank you," luke turns to the girl, "you've saved me a lot from corey, and i've never really told you thank you."

"what are friends for?"

luke's words hurt y/n, not on purpose. y/n can't help but see luke differently recently. she wasn't sure if he grew into his looks, or maybe it was just her hormones messing with her, but she started falling for luke castellan.

"you okay?" luke walks back over to the girl.

she only nods, "yeah, yes i'm okay."

luke notices the shake in her voice and her emotions changing from one to another.

"are you sure?" luke's hands rubs up and down her shoulders.

y/n only nods again, but after a moment her eyes drift down to his lips subconsciously.

luke noticed.

the boy smirks slightly, making y/n confused.

"you look like you want to kiss me."

y/n's cheeks change to the brightest shade of red, and she immediately starts shaking her head.

"no! no, no that's ridiculous," she denies

"what if i said i want to kiss you too?"

y/n's breath catches in her throat. she must've heard luke wrong.

her thought was disproved when luke leaned in slightly. he stopped, wanting to make sure y/n wanted this just as much as he did. the girl simply pulls luke to her by his neck. a small groan emits his lips once they connect with hers.

the kiss was full of force, and pent up emotions. they could both tell, and they knew how long they needed this kiss to happen.

"you guys done sucking face?"

luke and y/n break apart at clarisse's voice.

"we need the arena to practice," she states, motioning to a few of the ares sisters behind her.

"yeah uh," luke coughs, "we'll go."

and with that, he pulls a very giddy y/n out of the arena and toward the direction of his cabin.

[mindmelter]

Step By Step

"Thank you for setting me free," All football players said in perfect unison, their deep voices in perfect synch like in a choir. "Thank you for finding me these hosts. I will forever be grateful to you."

I looked up at the line of jocks, all stacked up on the stairs, shirtless and ripped, their muscles were covered in sweat after an intense football practice. They stared down at me with adoring eyes.

I still couldn’t believe what was happening.

Infecting the football team water system with that slimy alien substance I found inside a capsule at an abandoned building? Genius move. Now, all these arrogant, straight jocks are mere hosts for the alien slime—every single one of them.

The alien is a Hivemind parasite, capable of seamlessly infiltrating and controlling multiple human bodies at once. A single drop of the slime is enough for the alien to turn a brain into goo.

I grinned at them, "You’re welcome. Now… It's time to show me how grateful you really are. Don't you think? I'm not trying to rub it in, but if it weren't for me, you'd still be stuck inside that abandoned lab."

"I appreciate your help. Please, come enjoy your reward!" The football players flexed their biceps at the same time.

I took a step onto the front line of hot jocks. Their eyes were empty, dead, but their bodies? Perfect and ready to be enjoyed by the nerd they never even knew existed. My hand reached out, running over the hard, thick pecs of the football player on the far right. I stuck my tongue out and began to lick his sweaty body, tasting the salt on his hard muscles.

"That's great, keep tasting my muscles, You’ve earned this, dude!" This time only the jock I was worshiping spoke.

I grabbed his bulge and was disappointed to feel he was soft. "Can you make them all hard, please?"

"Your wish is my command!" They all said this time. In seconds I felt the jock's cock growing in my grip.

I then focused on the hunky black jock on his side. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his neck, then trailed kisses down his chest, tasting the salt on his skin, breathing in his manly musk. He didn't move, just stood there, letting me explore his dark nipples with my tongue.

"That's right, enjoy my nipples, you deserve it champ!"

I smirked and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed our bodies together, kissing him deeply, his lips warm and soft against mine. My hand then slid down his pants, feeling the thick shaft in his shorts. He stood still, letting me take my time to enjoy every inch of him.

After I finished making out with the stud, I went to the head-shaved jock on his side and did the same to him, and then to the next...

After I was done with the first line, I took one step up the stairs. I was now at eye level with a new set of thick, bulging pecs. I focused on a pale blond jock and started to kiss him passionately. I felt his hands on my ass, and his hard cock pocking my crotch.

I kept switching. Jock by jock. Step by step. Squeezing my lean small body between those huge and sweaty muscles. Every new step brought another line of hot, hard bodies, and I would touch, feel, and taste each one of them. My hands explored every muscle, my mouth tasted all their sweat, and my nose smelled their musky armpits.

The alien didn't just make them stand there. The jocks would kiss me and even hug me from behind, like they were fighting for my attention. They pressed their hard cocks against my ass while whispering sweet compliments in my ear, thanking me and saying things I never thought I'd hear from the mouths of such hot, straight jocks.

By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I was breathless and my mouth was hurting, but I still was just as horny as when I was at the bottom of the stairs.

"Let's go to the locker room. A successful takeover like this deserves a big gay orgy as a celebration!" I said. They all cheered and started chanting my name like I was their savior. Two muscular jocks lifted me on their shoulders and carried me to the locker room.

[lissa646]

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SO SO PROUD OF HIM !!! MONACO CURSE WHO??? ❤️❤️

hometown hero (smau) - @sweeterlovers

a reward for the champ (s) - @driverlando

big win (smau) - @leclercmode

sei a casa, charles (f)- @fangirl-dot-com

you were my best friend first (f) - @pierregazly

sister!reader (smau) - @multiversesweets

the predestined (f) - @elizaleclerc

make them proud (f) - @pucksandpower

prince of monaco (f,s) (^)

exchanged glances the perfect day (f) - @sophsbookstore

the curse of monaco - @cutielando

home ties (smau) - @astonmartinii

break the curse (f) - @hookhausenschips

you're just like mars, you shine in the sky (f) - @agentstarkid

always with me (f) - @lokideservesahug

he wins in monaco! (smau) - @thewispsings

broken curses (f) - @kobbiesmainoo

home hero (f) - @harrysfolklore

prince of monaco (f) - @23victoria

just another stranger (a,f)- @leclerity

also sorry this is so late 😭

[driverlando]

✧.* A REWARD FOR THE CHAMP

synopsis- you give Charles the perfect end to an unforgettable night (Charles leclerc x f!reader)

before you read- 18+ only, contains smut (oral, f receiving and m receiving and p in v) If you enjoy, pls reblog and follow! I'm a new writer and appreciate your support. :)

The sun was setting over the picturesque streets of Monaco, casting a golden hue over the harbour and the cheering crowds. Charles Leclerc had just achieved a lifelong dream and had broke the curse: winning the Monaco Grand Prix. The roar of the crowd and the national anthem still echoed in his ears as he made his way through the paddock, a broad grin never leaving his face.

In the team’s hospitality suite, his friends and fellow drivers gathered around, the celebratory mood infectious. Carlos Sainz, his teammate, was the first to embrace him, a proud grin on his face.

“You did it, mate! you’re a legend,” Carlos said, slapping Charles on the back.

Charles laughed, shaking his head. “I know, I know. I feel like I’m dreaming.”

Max Verstappen, always competitive but genuinely happy for his friend, raised his glass in a toast. “To Charles, for making us all look slow on his home turf.”

Laughter rippled through the group, and Charles clinked glasses with his friends, basking in the moment. “Merci, les gars. Tonight, we celebrate!” (Thank you, guys)

As the evening wore on, the drivers slowly began to disperse, some heading back to their hotels, others to after-parties. Charles stayed a bit longer, enjoying the camaraderie, but his thoughts were already drifting to you. He knew you were waiting for him, and the thought of seeing you made his heart race faster than the last lap of the race.

“Heading home, champ?” Arthur asked, raising an eyebrow knowingly.

Charles nodded, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, I have someone special waiting for me.”

Arthur chuckled. “Well, definitely don’t keep her waiting. Enjoy your night, Charles.”

With a final wave to his friends, Charles made his way out of the suite, the thrill of victory still coursing through his veins. The drive home was a blur, the familiar streets of Monaco rushing past until he finally pulled into the driveway of your shared apartment.

He opened the door quietly, stepping inside to find you waiting in the living room, a smile lighting up your face as soon as you saw him. You stood, crossing the room to wrap your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Félicitations, mon amour,” you whispered, your eyes sparkling with pride.

Charles held you close, his hands resting on your hips. “Merci, chérie. I couldn’t wait to get home to you.”

You smiled, taking his hand and leading him towards the couch. “I have a special celebration planned for you.”

His eyebrows rose in curiosity, but he followed without question. You gently pushed him to sit on the couch, your fingers working deftly to unbutton his shirt. He watched you, his breath hitching as you slid the fabric off his shoulders, revealing the toned muscles beneath.

“You’ve worked so hard for this,” you murmured, pressing kisses to his chest. “Tonight, let me take care of you.”

Charles’ eyes darkened with desire as he leaned back, watching you. “Je suis tout à toi,” (I’m all yours) he whispered, his voice husky. “Always so good to me”

Your cheeks flushed at his words, the heat pooling between your legs as you knelt before him, your hands trailing down his chest to the waistband of his pants. He watched you, anticipation clear in his gaze.

“Let me show you how proud I am,” you whispered, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. You freed him from the confines of his boxers, his erection springing free. He was already hard, his desire for you evident. His tip already leaking with pre cum.

Charles groaned as you wrapped your hand around him, giving a few slow, teasing strokes. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

You smiled, your tongue darting out to lick the tip, tasting the salty essence of him. “Good,” you murmured, before taking him into your mouth.

His hips jerked involuntarily as you sucked him in deeper, your tongue swirling around him. You set a slow, torturous pace, wanting to savour every moment, every sound he made. Charles’ hands found their way to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he guided your movements. His chest was already flushed, sweat pooling around his muscles. He looked like a dream.

“Mon Dieu,” (my God) he breathed, his voice thick with pleasure. “You’re amazing.”

His praise spurred you on, and you took him deeper, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked harder. His hips bucked, and you moaned around him, the vibration making him curse softly in French.

“Do you like that, Charles? Do you like how I make you feel?” you asked, pulling back slightly to stroke him with your hand.

“Oui, je t’adore,” (yes, I love it) he murmured. “I love it, I love you.”

You took him back into your mouth, increasing the pace. Charles’ breathing grew heavier, his grip on your hair tightening as he guided your movements. You felt him start to tense, his muscles coiling in anticipation of release.

“Mon amour, I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained with need.

You didn’t slow down, wanting to bring him the same intense pleasure he’d given you. His hips began to move in time with your motions, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Just like that,” he groaned, his voice rough. “You’re perfect.”

With a final, deep thrust, he came undone, spilling into your mouth with a guttural moan. You swallowed every drop, savouring the taste of him as he shuddered beneath you.

When he finally caught his breath, he pulled you up into a searing kiss, tasting himself on your lips. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his hands caressing your back.

You smiled against his lips, your heart swelling with love. “Anything for you, Charles.”

He pulled you closer, his hands roaming over your body, as if memorising every curve, every inch of you. “Let me show you how much I appreciate you,” you whispered after a few minutes of kissing, once you knew he was undoubtedly getting hard for you again.

You wasted no time stripping off your clothes, the heat between you both too intense to ignore. You pushed him down onto the couch and straddled his hips, sinking down onto him with a gasp. The sensation of him filling you completely made your head spin, a soft moan escaping your lips.

Charles’ hands found your waist, steadying you as you began to move, rocking your hips against him. His eyes were locked on yours, his gaze filled with raw desire and adoration.

“C’est ça… tu te sens bien, n’est-ce pas?” (That's it... you feel good, don't you?) he murmured, his voice low and encouraging.

“Oui, Charles,” you gasped, your movements growing more frantic as you chased your release. “You’re so deep.”

“You’re being so good for me,” he praised, his grip tightening on your hips. “Is this your gift to me, yeah?”

“Oui, it’s all for you,” you whimpered, your hands resting on his flushed chest for support.

His hand slid from your hip to your thigh, encouraging you to move faster. “That’s right… use me… get yourself off.”

The intensity of his gaze, the feel of his hands on your skin, it all combined to drive you higher and higher until you were teetering on the edge. With a final, desperate moan, you came undone, your body shuddering around him as waves of pleasure washed over you.

Charles held you through it, his own release following closely as he watched you fall apart on top of him. His groan of satisfaction was music to your ears, and you collapsed against him, your body spent and trembling.

But he wasn’t done yet. With a gleam in his eye, Charles rolled you over gently, positioning you beneath him on the couch. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his expression tender yet filled with desire.

“I want to see you fall apart for me again,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Let me make you feel even better. Let me have a taste”

Your breath hitched as he moved down your body, his lips trailing hot kisses over your skin. He paused, his eyes meeting yours as he kissed a path between your breasts, down to your stomach. Every touch, every kiss was electric, setting your nerves on fire.

“Charles, please,” you breathed, your hands tangling in his hair as he kissed his way down to the apex of your thighs.

He grinned, his fingers parting your folds as his tongue flicked out, teasing your sensitive clit. The sensation was almost too much, your back arching off the couch as he lavished attention on you, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to drive you to the brink once more.

Your moans filled the room, your hands clutching at the cushions as he pushed you higher and higher. He looked up, his eyes locking with yours as he murmured against your skin, “Come for me, mon amour. I want to feel you again.”

His words, combined with the relentless pleasure he was giving you, sent you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you, your body trembling as he continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.

When you finally came down, he crawled back up your body, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on his lips, a reminder of just how intimately he knew your body.

“I love watching you fall apart,” he whispered against your lips, his voice filled with awe and desire. “You’re so beautiful.”

You pulled him closer, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your release. “I love you, Charles.”

He smiled, brushing his lips against yours. “I love you too, more than anything.”He wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, mon amour. The night was perfect.”

You smiled against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. “You deserve it, Charles. I’m so proud of you.”

He stroked your hair, his touch tender and loving. “I couldn’t have done it without you. You’re my good luck charm.”

You lifted your head to look at him, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. “And you’re my champion.”

Charles chuckled, pulling you into a deep, lingering kiss. “Here’s to many more victories, both on and off the track.”

You nodded, feeling content and loved in his arms. “To many more, Charles.”

Exhausted but blissfully content, you cuddled together on the couch, not bothering to go upstairs. The warmth of each other’s bodies, the rhythm of your breaths, and the unspoken bond of love and victory lulled you both into a peaceful sleep, a perfect end to an unforgettable day.

[princessbrunette]

desperately need to call boxer!rafe ‘my champion’ after winning a major fight !!!!

‘₊‧꒰ა 🩷 ໒꒱ ‧₊’

rafe thought wearing a medal around his neck was tacky and lame. he didn’t like doing it, he didn’t need a piece of red white and blue stripe dangling from him for him to know who he was inside that ring. but you liked it, said it made you proud to see it — so for that reason only he’d come home with it on, just to let you fawn over him.

that gold medal pendant swings in your face now, bordering on hitting you as he thrusts into you — his long body all but taking up the majority of your large bed which left you crumpled like a pretzel in the centre beneath him. the sound of his thick shaft punching through your flooded walls was audible, almost embarrassingly so as they could be heard over your repeated whines.

“oh rafe… oh!” you tighten your knees around him.

“keep sayin’ my name like that and i’mma fuck another baby into that cunt, alright? ‘that something you’d want so soon, hmm?” he slides his strong battered hands beneath your back so he could use you like a toy, his grip helping to fuck you on and off his cock.

“whatever you want rafe. j’st wanna— wanna do what you want me to do. my champion.” it just flows out of you naturally and he feels his balls tighten at the way you say it. earlier in his life he’d perhaps struggled with wanting to make people proud — and now you were here just giving him everything he ever wanted. he licks his lips and barks out an emotional laugh as he takes a break from the faster thrusts to grind out something slower.

“champion, huh? should be you wearin’ this stupid thing.” he gestures to the medal that hangs over you as he brings his body closer until it rests on your chest. you twirl the ribbon round your finger as you suck on your bottom lip, brows knitting with a suppressed moan.

“uh-uh.” you refuse softly though your teeth.

“uh-huh,” he argues. “takin’ this dick like a fuckin’ champ. as usual. all credit where it’s due, baby.” he handles you by your hips and gets to work again. “c’mon, take that reward kid. cum on it. yeah, cum on it.”

‘₊‧꒰ა 🩷 ໒꒱ ‧₊’

[fanaticsnail]

Degradation Dom vs Praise Dom

A good cop bad cop, but it's Kid and Killer. Just dialogue.

And 'cop' is replaced by 'cock'.

"This ass isn't worth nothing but to take my cock. That's it. Take it, honey. Fuck, take that shit."

"Look at you, pretty. Taking us both so well. Doing so good, baby. Good job."

"You deserve to be fucked senseless and dumb on this cock, don't you? Say my name. Tell me who's making you feel this good. Kiss him. That's it, baby."

"Oh, look at you. All dumbstruck by our cocks deep in you. Pretty. Keep being pretty for me? That's a good little thing."

"You gonna cum again? Fucking shout it. Let me see you scream for me. Go on. Make a mess on me. Fuckin' cry for me and tell the world who's making you feel this good."

"So close, aren't you? Go on, pretty thing. You deserve this. Oh, you're being so good. Go on, let it all out and then we'll start all over again."

"Can feel your body squeezing me. So greedy, little thing. You want to make me cum, don't you? You crave it, don't you? That's our pretty thing. Fuck you and this ass."

"You're gonna make him cum if you keep that up. Good job, kitten. Make the big guy cum and you'll get your little reward. Oh, you like that, don't you? Good. Let him have it."

"Ah, shit. You're gonna milk me dry. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck-! Oh, you slut. Fuck you. Fuck, I'm cumming. Fuck you, you asshole. Nghmmmh, fuck. You. Better. Make. Killer. Cum. Too."

"Oh, I'm right there. Oh, that's my good little thing. That's it. Milk me dry, baby. Oh, fuck. Shit. Mghhh-, fuck. You better be right there and cumming on our cocks, or I'm about to make you regret that."

"Ah, shit. You made us cum without permission, didn't you, sweet thing? Kil's not gonna like that."

"You took him like a champ, but you've been ever so naughty. You better be prepared for the consequences, sweet thing. That's it. Lie on back for me, baby."

@thenotsofantasticlifestory I blame you.

[restinslices]

What would happen if we spanked the linkuei trio? 👀

I typed this, left tumblr for a moment, boom it got deleted. Tumblr CEO when I catch you-

I said in my "If Bi-Han Was A Sub" post that Bi-Han likes spanking, and imma stand on it

It'd mainly be used when you're taking him from behind

In general, he likes rough sex, so spanking is right up his alley. Each slap brings him closer and closer to cumming. Add in some hair pulling and issa wrap

Don't worry about being too hard with him. Do you see how buff he is? He can take it

If you're wondering about the typical "bend over my knee" spanking, I think he'd still enjoy it

It's a way to relax for him. Take his hair out its bun, help him out his gear, then let him lay across your lap

He wants to only be thinking about what's going on right then and there, so don't be afraid to put all your power into those smacks

If his ass isn't red, he's not satisfied. He wants to feel what you did to him

Can never really be used as a punishment because of how good it makes him feel. He can cum just from spanking alone

Precum is dripping from his tip

He's letting out loud groans

He's telling you to go harder. Maybe even to use an object to spank him with

You're not done until he can't sit down properly

Sometimes he breaks rules on accident, so that's what would lead to him being spanked

Being spanked over your knee is way better than being spanked when he's on all fours

He loves physical touch, and yes spanking includes touching, but it's not nearly enough for him

At least he's still touching you if he's on your lap

I feel like he moans loudly and gasps during sex, so imma say that's also true for spanking

Some people are like "yup, just spank me and get it over with" and some people are like "hey, I need some sort of positive affection in between spanks"

He's the second type to me

He needs something nice in between some of them

For example, kissing the area after spanking him five times

Says he's sorry for whatever he did

Takes the punishment like a champ. Needs a reward afterwards tho

And by "reward" I mean he's gotta be overstimulated after

Doesn't matter how. Just know he needs his balls emptied inside of you before the night ends

On this blog I have a tendency to slut this man out and make him seem like an utter whore

That will not be stopping today

He's so whiney the entire time. He keeps begging you to forgive him and fuck him instead

Any affection you show him in between brings him so close to cumming, it's ridiculous

You give him a kiss and he's saying that he's close

You genuinely have to take breaks from spanking him because of how easy it is to get him to cum

He's pathetic, but he's so cute

Eating him out occasionally while spanking him is the most risky game ever

He knows he shouldn't cum, but everytime your tongue goes inside him, he's pressing himself against you

Spanking + orgasm denial will turn this man into a crying mess

He's apologizing, he's begging you to fuck him, his balls feel so incredibly full

After his punishment, you for sure gotta fuck him until he can't talk anymore

My fave slut