#flops of a feather

[angelhummel]

tfw we cannot have THESE shenanigans at THIS school

[loversgothic]

The Insatiables

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inspired by 1920s artwork and also mugler's la chimere.

version with no fancy effects under the cut

[shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck]

Bird boi's learn self Care

( Featuring Birds of a feather au with an increasingly exasperated Sky :D )

Sky peered out at the rain that was currently coming down in sheets. It had started drizzling earlier that morning but had quickly turned into a downpour, luckily It seemed Wild had known about a nearby cave and the chain was able to get there before getting miserably soaked. Well all except for Four who had looked like a wet mop. He felt a little bad for the Smithy and his very non waterproof feathers as he sat by the fire trying to get the wings to dry and muttering some rather colorful curses. The only ones Not really bothered at all by the water seemed to be Wars and Wind, Sky observed as he turned back to his brothers lounging in various places about the cave. “You gonna join us at some point Bird boy?” Twilight asked where he was sitting by Time and Legend participating in some sort of card game. Sky smiled a bit at the irony of the name.

“That nickname is a little redundant now don’t you think?” 

Twilight shrugged. ”Probably.” And then grimaced a little, lifting a hand to scratch at the mass of Green-grey feathers attached to his back. Sky frowned “Are you ok?” He asked, moving closer to the rancher of the group. “M��� fine. Wings just a bit sore… an itchy.” Twilight Shifted uncomfortably. Sky’s frown deepened. “You want me to take a look at them for you?”

“Sure.” came the muttered response. Time was now eyeing his descendant with veiled concern too. 

Sky plopped himself cross legged behind Twi, nudging the rancher to get him to open his wings so he could get a better look. He paused a moment before running his hands through the feathers. What in the… “Twi.” “Yea?” “Your feathers look like Crap.” Twilight Sat up straighter and made an offended noise. He didn’t ask for wings but He couldn’t help but seem like his pride had been wounded.  “Don’t give me that-  Half of these are bent, there's dirt stuck in here and The rest look like you’ve been through a windstorm.” exasperation was leaking into Sky’s voice. “Have you preened even once??” Twilight paused. Sky wondered if maybe his outburst had surprised the rancher. He was usually more soft spoken after all- “We have to do that??” “What. “ Sky’s face fell into a deadpan. Twilight averted his gaze. Embarrassment coloring the tips of his ears pink. “You have wings! Of course you need to take care of them!” “I mean it never occurred to me… but it makes sense. I guess.” Sky then noticed that the rest of his brothers had gone quiet. He looked around and they all seemed to be shifting a bit uncomfortably under his gaze. “Hold on- Did this occur to NONE of you?” The cave was quiet. Each of their wings shuffled and fluffering slightly in unsaid abashedness. “You're all hopeless.” Sky huffed in a rare show of annoyance. “Once I’m done with wolf boy over here You are ALL going to learn some self care.” No one seemed to object. It took longer than Sky anticipated to work through Twilight’s Wings, removing loose and damaged feathers and straightening others until they all lay comfortably in their proper place. He had even managed to find the Bottle of special oil he had picked up The day he had first met the chain. He had intended it for if Crimson had ever needed it but it came in handy now. Conversation slowly picked back up around him. He hummed a bit while he worked, annoyance having passed. “So Sky?” He looked up too where Wild was looking at him from the cooking pot. (when had he started cooking?) “Yea?” “How do you know how to do that exactly?” Sky thought for a moment. ”Most people back home know how. In case their loftwing needs help for some reason or for just… well because we want to.” Wild blinked. “Like brushing someone’s hair?” “I suppose.” Sky finished straightening the last feather on Twilight’s wings and admired his handiwork. The feathers now lay smooth and with a slight shine to them. “Does that feel better?” He asked Twilight only to realize he seemed to have fallen asleep at some point. “Twi?” Sky nudged the rancher with his boot. He did not wake up. “Huh.” Sky stood and brushed off the various feathers that had accumulated on his lap. “Alright, who's next?” Several hands shot up. Maybe their wings were bothering them more than he thought. By the end of it Sky had accumulated a rather impressive pile of feathers of various sizes, colors and shapes. Also he might need more of that feather oil.

[adhdtsukasa]

my ohe pulling went very VERY bad so i'm gonna have to embarass myself while tiering but. good luck to anyone else tiering!! i probably won't be very active during the event period but you're free to friend me if we happen to end up in the same room 🫶

[deepspace-bunny]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Custom Hashtags ･:*࿔.ೃ❀°

These are all of the custom hashtags for the blog! I have individual hashtags for the boys depending on the type of content that'll be features in their fics, as well as their ship names!

Asks:

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Ask

Ramblings:

໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ Bunny can't shut up

Submissions:

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ Submission

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ Xavier

Fluff:

.₊⊹.˖.Binky Xavie.₊⊹.˖.

Angst:

✧˖°. Crying Bunny ✧˖°.

Smut:

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Xavier's Heat ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

____________⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆____________

૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝ ྀི꒱ა Zayne

Fluff:

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆Snow Day

Angst:

⋆⁺₊❅.Frozen Tears

Smut:

⋆꙳•❅• •❆ ₊⋆Seal Slapping

____________⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆____________

໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ Rafayel

Fluff:

𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼Happy Splashes

Angst:

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼Fish Flop

Smut:

⋆⭒𓆟⋆｡˚𖦹𓆜✩⋆Ebb Day

____________⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆____________

໒꒰ྀི´• ˕ •` ꒱ྀིა Sylus

Fluff:

˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗ּ ֶָ֢.Cooing Raven

Angst:

𓅯 𓇢𓆸Ruffled Feathers

Smut:

˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗Nesting Crow

____________⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆____________

Ship Names:

Bear in mind that these are generalized names for the ships. If you want to specifically find a fic where one character is the top and the other is the bottom, I always will do a character/character tag where the top is the first character listed

Xavier & Zayne

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ Snowangel

Xavier & Rafayel

‎٩(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)و̣̩⋆̩ Angelfish

Xavier & Sylus

(„• ֊ •„)੭ Fallenangel

Zayne and Rafayel

｡:ﾟ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა ﾟ:｡ Icefishing

Zayne and Sylus

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Coolranch

Rafayel and Sylus

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ Catfish

Line Dividers by @ cafekitsune

[dragonskxn]

Starter call for a Child!Annalise !!

[deva-arts]

"Cooking with Sonia!" The show got a solid five minutes of runtime on Yourtube before derailing to eyeliner tutorials with vague roasts about her crewmates.

[astarionsbite]

I have at this point had to reject everyone in my camp besides karlach and jaheira, *including the squid*

[thickest-slimiest-malware]

weakest tboy doesnt even lift, told by brother "you cant take the bike there, youll be too tired to make it back"

[corroded-queen]

Okay - Okay but hear me out.

Eddie in the Hawkins High Band Uniform. We know he was in band!

how dapper would he be???

[makenna-made-this]

T H E M

Double trouble

[realcube]

you enter your room after a long day. there's nothing more you want than to just flop onto your bed and take a nice, long nap. however, as you throw your bag to the floor and are just about to dive on to the covers, you notice a pillowcase that is bright pink.

narrowing your eyes, you apprehensively poke the pillow. nothing. you slowly sit down near the end of the bed, staring at the obscure sight, pondering what that is all about.

until it occurs to you, that you've not seen your boyfriend for the last couple hours. you exhale out of your nose sharply and say, "saiki?"

"no. your pillow." the telepathic voice replies directly into your head.

you smirk, "my pillow usually doesn't talk back."

"oh." his voice echoes through your mind and causes you to chuckle, "yes. it's saiki."

"why have you morphed into a pillow?"

"as a prank." he states simply, though his answer only confuses you more.

"how is that a prank? i was about to lay down on you and crush you with my head. where's the funny?"

"i planned to release my feathers while you sleep, which would make you sneeze."

your face contorts into a digusted expression, and you hiss, "release your feather? all over my room? gross!"

"don't make it sound like an innuendo." the pillow said.

"too late. you already made it sound like one." you shrug, shuffling closer towards him. "are you going to transform back now or?"

"yes. please give me a mom—"

he is interupted as you swiftly pick him up by the corner and hurl him against the wall. his pillow form makes impact with the wall, then he transforms back into a human and dramatically slides down, until he is laying dejected on the floor.

you frown, almost feeling bad for your implusive decision. "sorry. dark reunion made me do it."

[unnnamedidiot]

The ineffable husbands <3

(posting them together bc Crowley flopped while Aziraphale thrived on insta and i want them together)

The peacock feathers around Aziraphale are here both for (almost) "sinful" pride and also to play on the many eyed angel concept

[hannnsh]

*insert very deep line here*

very long ramblings ⤵️

okay so first off, i have no idea what this is about but this was intentionally gonna be for an ask (sorry anon) but it didnt really turn out how i wanted so i will be doing another drawing for said anon’s request 🥲

secondly, i have no idea how to do lighting so this was me experimenting ig idk if it is good or not LMAO 😭 thirdly, idk what i was doing w the blood .. very weird but i did tgat at like 3 am so idk what my brain thought but it stayed i guess lol ..

and lastly, to explain the drawing it’s joel, holding a feather that represents jimmy bc yknow he died and joel wanted to sacrifice himself and stuff but couldn’t and so he has the guilt and sadness idk, emotions, but yeah thats basically it, joel mourning that is all that is the drawing

oh yea another thing is, i finished my exams finally wooo who cheered ??!! but after this i will focus more on studies bc i flopped the test a bit ngl and i need that academic validation so ya girl’s gotta grind harder 💪💪 but im sure i’ll still draw a lot still bc i need to draw to live /hj but yea im sorry for ramblinf on this post, i feel like i havent been active in a while and i felt the need to update yall (no one asked💀)

clean version idk

[starry-bi-sky]

a half-ghost--? no- no wait, that's a changeling. that's even worse.

so i'd like to preface this by saying this stems from me going entirely off the rails thinking about tales of the passerine-- which is frankly quite on brand for me to think of one au, and then develop it so far left ways that it makes another au entirely.

bUT. Context! Danny's ancestors sometime before they immigrated to America had a fae marry into the family. This had its Side Effects. Naturally. The Fentonnightengale responsible for this charmed a fae thanks to their swagless nature and awkward demeanor, so instead of getting eaten the fae thought it was cute instead. The fae marrying into the family had an affinity for music, but that kinda repressed itself by accident -- blame the salem witch trials.

By the time Danny is born, the fae blood has become so latent that it really doesn't show up anymore other than the Fentons Eccentricity and obsession with the supernatural (a latent desire to return home to the fae realm - aka infinite realms). There's an unnatural charm surrounding the fenton that really only creeps almost every human within a visual radius, and Danny is no exception.

hoWEVEr. the accident that turned danny into a halfa in one timeline did no such thing in this one -- it just reactivated his latent fae blood, and reactivated it with a fervor. Effectively turning Danny from a human into a changeling.

Danny just thinks at first that he's a half-ghost -- only to realize later on from Clockwork that he's not one at all. He's very much fae -- which is a wild discovery for Danny to make. It also means his rogues are quite a bit more intimidated by him. Fae are above ghosts in the Infinite Realm Creature Hierarchy, no matter how powerful they are. A fae can still Steal the name of a ghost, so Danny's rogues are rather skittish/unsure around Danny until they realize he doesn't know he's a changeling -- after that, many of them vow to try and keep it secret amongst themselves.

Danny's 'ghost' form is rather birdlike, and in human form his appearance warps to match his comfortability. When he's alone with his friends he starts taking on unnatural features. -- his blue-green eyes brighten and his pupils elongate, his teeth sharpen, and his ears grow longer and animal-like. His hair softens to be more feathery, his nails sharpen. In general he takes on more 'bird-ish' features. At school, around his parents, and when he's stressed, tense, or scared, he looks completely human -- an instinctual survival mechanism.

As a ghost, he has large, pretty wings that gradient from black to dark purple-blue, with a shimmer across the feathers that resembles the aurora borealis. His limbs elongate, his legs becoming bird-like and his talons grow on both his feet and nails. His ears vaguely resemble a rabbit's, although they don't flop down like one. All his teeth sharpen. Razor sharp chompers, capable of biting through bone. His eyes take on a greenish-hue, but otherwise remain the same color, albeit his sclera becomes blue-ish and his pupils become diamond-shaped and white. Rings of seafoam blue circle around his iris, creating a reflective sheen. He makes chirping, creaking noises, and when he speaks there's a faint overlap that is very enchanting.

Overall he's rather beautiful in a terrifyingly inhuman way, its hard to take your eyes off him. He has a lot of feathers. He's very drawn to singing and music in general, and gets into music sometime after his accident. He likes flutes/ocarinas/woodwinds the most, followed shortly after by strings, and then piano. He also slowly loses the ability to lie -- which is really annoying and also terrifying until he learns how to reword himself and become a better wordsmith.

SInce this stemmed from an older brother dpdc au, its gonna stay an older brother dpdc au alsfh. i'll just get to the dpxdc part in another post since i wanted to get this off my chest first

[ferrarifever]

hawaiian heat | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: you and charles go out clubbing while on vacation in hawaii, but he isn’t a fan of the attention his girl is getting

warnings: jealous! & possessive!charles, extremely light choking, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected p in v

wc: 2.7k

masterlist🏎️𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🏁 ／ ⋆ ۪

author’s note: hi! this is my first fic so i'd really appreciate feedback! (also i'm scared this will flop lol). also requests are open or if anyone has prompt/headcanon ideas hmu because i’m always looking for (and need) inspo (and also mutuals because i’m new around here!) - stella♡

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leading up to takeoff, you spent weeks making sure everything was perfectly prepared. you made sure to pack all your best swimsuits, your nicest outfits, and your finest jewelry. the opportunity to spend this much uninterrupted time with charles was rare, so you were determined to make the most of it.

filled with anticipation, the flight from monaco to maui felt like an eternity. you tried to downplay your excitement, but your plan completely failed once you arrived at the most picturesque villa you’ve seen in your life. it was the type you’d only seen online, and the reality you were staying there with the love of your life felt like a dream come true.

stepping out on the balcony of your room, you couldn’t believe this wasn’t a dream. so entranced by the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore, you failed to hear charles joining you. you felt his arms, already warm from the maui sun wrap around your waist. he began pressing feather-light kisses into your neck,

“i can’t believe we’re finally here. i can’t wait to spend the week with you chéri” he whispered in between kisses

you momentarily turned your back to the water to face charles. resting a hand on his chest, you whispered back “i can already tell i’m not going to want to leave”

you lightly press against his chest, leading both of you back in your shared room. placing his hand over yours, charles fell back gently on the bed, pulling you on top of him. you align yourself with the monegasque, feeling him begin to press his hips into yours. you felt his hand grip your cheek, pulling your lips to his. feeling charles hands migrate to the bottom of your shirt, you knew the rush of heat that flooded your body could not be attributed to the hawaiian climate. fighting your desire, you attempt to pull away

“baby–” you mumble against his lips, trying to pull him out of his trance of desire.

“charles– c’mon baby i have to start getting ready” running your hands up his body, you push your hands against his shoulders to force yourself off of the driver. he did not hold back his displeasure, groaning and falling back into the mattress.

“the sooner we leave the quicker we can come back, love!” you yell back towards charles, while making your way toward the bathroom to get ready. dedicated to your goal of making the most of the trip, you picked your favorite dress out of your suitcase. might as well kick the trip off with a bang, right?

you pulled every trick in the book. you did your makeup to make your eyes pop. you styled your hair in the way you knew charles loved. the jewelry you put on was flashy, but not tacky. before slipping on your favorite dress, you put on charles’ favorite ferrari red lingerie set. the lace hugged your curves perfectly, giving you a perfect boost of confidence before going out. you slipped on a maroon satin mini dress, leaving little for the imagination. you knew you looked good, and anyone else you come across will know too.

after giving yourself a onceover, you stepped into your favorite pair of louboutins. you walked out of the bathroom, the clicking of your heels drawing charles attention away from his phone and up to you. he gasped quietly, sucking in air while biting his bottom lip.

“holy shit y/n– there’s no way we’re leaving this room” he choked out.

you giggled at your boyfriends awe before replying; “as amazing as that sounds, you know we would never hear the end of it if we’re late”

charles pulls himself off the bed, meeting you halfway. he gently pushes you up against the doorframe of the bathroom

“let them talk baby–they’ll get it once they see this dress” he says quickly before kissing you passionately

cutting him off before things get too heated, you push him away; “charles, seriously, lets not give them a reason to make fun of us on day one. we’ll regret it i promise”

charles groans dramatically, knowing you’re right but not wanting to admit to it. you grab your purse off your nightstand and give yourself one last look in the mirror before turning back to charles to ask; “ready?”

charles pauses for a moment, deciding whether or not to put up one last fight. he ultimately replies “ready,” before holding out his hand for you to grab.

you make it to the club with perfect timing, meeting up with the other drivers and their partners. charles politely greets the other drivers and with just a single glance at your outfit the other girls give you a knowing look.

as the drinks started flowing, you knew this was going to be a memorable night (if you can remember it in the morning). with enough liquor in your system, you joined the dancefloor with the other wives and girlfriends, while charles hung back in a booth.

you knew that when you learned over the bar to get another drink you were giving everyone a peak at the lacy set under your dress. with every sway of your hips, the skit of your dress rose higher and higher up your hips. you were having the time of your life, failing to realize that you were driving charles insane. you momentarily locked eyes across the room, and while you flashed a smile, charles lowered his eyebrows in dismay. as you turned back towards the dancefloor you felt charles’ arms wrap tightly around your waist

“i think you have had enough dancing for the night, hmm?” charles whispered into your eye

“baby c’mon…the night is just beginning!” you giggle back

“the fun will begin once we get out of here…it’s time to go” charles growls into your ear. your desire to fight back died as soon as you saw the passion in his eyes. a wave of heat flushed through your body, and you allowed the driver to grab your wrist and pull you out of the darkly lit club.

the uber ride back to the hotel was tense. as charles hand slipped higher and higher up your thigh, you had to use all of your will to not climb onto him in the backseat. as soon as the car shifted into park, charles was pulling you out of the seat and up to your room.

as soon as you heard the door shut behind you, charles pushed you back against it. alternating running his hand along the bottom of your dress and pinch the fabric, charles growled out

“you happy now? finally getting the attention you clearly desperately wanted in this dress?” his words sparked heat in your core and you failed to muster any reply, simply whimpering in response.

“mmhm? now that it’s just us, my bébé is shy?” he questioned. his hand finally migrated up your thigh to where you really needed him. he snapped the elastic of your thong against your core, continuing his teasing.

“charles…please…” you continued to whine. you knew you sounded pathetic, but your need continued to build in a way that led you to not think clearly.

as soon as the ‘please’ left your mouth, you felt charles remove his hand from up your dress and placed it carefully around your neck. he bent his knee between your thighs, holding you up against the door.

“you know bébé–if you asked that sweetly before we left i may be nicer right now. instead, you thought teasing me in front of the boys would end better for you. so right now i’m going to remind you that you’re mine and only mine.” he growled into your ear before migrating lower and lightly biting at your neck.

“i’m sorry” you apologized with a light smirk. making charles jealous was never your priority, but if it happened along the way you were going to enjoy the ride.

“prove it then” he snapped back. he increased pressure on your neck, slowly pushing you down until you dropped to your knees. you looked up at him, giving him the most seductive eyes you could muster. he bit down on his lip in return, not wanting to praise you just yet. he nodded down at you, giving you silent permission to continue. you slowly unbutton his jeans. you know continuing to tease him is a dangerous game, but you know secretly charles likes it when you take your time with him.

you tug at his jeans, pulling his boxers down with them. his hard length bounces, hitting his abs. you take the opportunity to lick a long lick from the base to head of his length before taking his sensitive tip in your mouth. charles groans, throwing his head back as you take him deeper and deeper down your throat.

as your eyes begin to water, charles stretches out his arms before pressing his palm against the door to balance himself. the warmth of your mouth felt like heaven and he was doing everything in his power to ground himself.

your hands migrate to the back of his thighs, pulling him into you to take him even deeper into your mouth. you continue flicking your tongue below his tip, drawing obscene noises out of the driver.

he is able to center himself enough to look down and make eye contact with you. he quickly realizes he made a mistake, using your hair to divide the two of you.

“i’m not finishing down your pretty mouth tonight, cherí,” charles groans. just as you start processing his words, charles is pulling you off the floor and towards the bed. before either of you hit the mattress, charles is unzipping your dress. as the satin dress falls to the floor, your lace-clad body is presented to the monegasque. after taking in the sight before him, charles lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding

“mon ange” he says, gasping for breath. once you’re face-to-face you give him a quick peck on the lips before whispering in his ear “use me baby, i’m yours.”

charles pushes you back first onto the bed. he pauses for a moment to take in the view in front of him. still clad in lace with your heels, lips swollen, eyeliner running, hair tousled…you were a dream come true. he can’t hold back for long before collapsing on top of you. you pick yourself lightly off the mattress, leaving just enough space for you to unclasp your bra. as soon as you pull the red lace off your body, charles is attacking your skin with his lips.

he runs his hands down your torso before looping his fingers into the waistband of your panties. he finally pulls them off after what felt like an eternity. his hands graze your thighs before making their way back to your core. he slowly runs a single finger where you needed him most.

“you're already so wet for me, bébé. no need to even prepare you, huh?” he says with a dry laugh. you didn't find it as funny, whining in return

“charles– please i need you so bad” you plead. he takes pity on you, sinking his middle finger into you. you moan slightly, you need for his touch your body had been begging for began to subside.

he continues pushing his middle finger in and out of you at what can only be considered a painstakingly slow pace. you continue your whining and muffled pleads, knowing it won’t do much at the moment

“who does this pussy belong to? hmm?” the speed of his words is a complete juxtaposition of his pace inside you.

“yours charles, yours!” you exclaim, “please do anything baby” you whine out. he was clearly not completely satisfied, but he took enough pity on you to move his thumb up towards your throbbing clit. the minute his thumb made contact with your throbbing bundle of nerves, you arched your back off the mattress. you attempted to moan out charles name, and although his title may not have been clear, your pleasure was.

as he began slowly rubbing circles on your clit, he added another finger inside you. you did not realize how deep the need inside of you was until this moment. you had no clue what to do with your body, alternating between gripping the sheets and running your hands through charles hair.

“now cherí, i’m going to be good to you today and let you get off on my fingers, you know why?” he questioned you, while quickening his trusting pace inside you.

you attempted an answer, but the fear of giving the wrong response and overwhelming pleasure led it to be incomprehensible. charles laughed slightly before filling you in,

“because i’m the only one who can make you feel this way bébé. none of the boys at that club would be able to make you feel this good with just his fingers” he announced. you nodded your head rapidly,

“only you baby–” you repeated like a mantra as you fell over the edge. your body spasmed and your stomach clenched and you screamed out. charles continued working you through your orgasm, slowing down his pace as you caught your breath. he slowly removed his fingers from where they were curled inside of you. he licked his middle finger quickly before holding them to your mouth. you began sucking on his fingers,

“now you can feel and taste how good i make you feel bébé” he says with confidence, knowing the power he holds over you.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. his wet hand moves down between your thighs, pushes them open just enough to make room for him. he continues leaning in closer to you before he whispers

“ready?” he asks carefully. you nod, using all your strength to mutter out a quick “yes.”

you feel his length slowly penetrate you, every inch pulling another gasp out of your lungs. he hands grip your waist as he immediately begins rocking in and out of you, filling you up with every rock of his hips. every thrust brought you closer and closer to your edge, and charles knew. he moves his hand from your waist back to your sensitive clit, causing you to let out a high-pitched moan at the additional stimulation. before you can process the added pleasure, you hear charles begin to speak,

“could any of the other guys in the club make you feel like this baby? hmm?” charles growls into you ear, frustration from earlier simmering back up

“only you charles! no one else, baby” you squeal out quickly. charles’ pressure on your clit gets faster as his thrusts get harder, pulling you closer and closer to your edge

“who’s are you bébé?” he growls out, keeping his explosive pace

“i’m yours baby! only yours! please” you scream out, gripping the bedsheets in an attempt to ground yourself

“go ahead cherí, cum for me” charles says in the calmest tone of the night. with a scream of his name, your walls flutter around him as you cum on his cock. so wrapped up in your own pleasure, it wasn’t until charles grabbed your hips tightly and slowed his pace you felt him filling you with his cum.

he stills over you, both of you panting and fighting to catch your breath. charles leans to kiss you quickly before slowly pulling out of you. he rolls next to you on the bed, both of you still fighting your air. charles makes his way to the bathroom, grabbing a towel to clean you off. as you feel the cloth running up the thigh, you remind charles

“you know it’s always been you, right? and always will be?” you remind charles

“mmhm i know cherí,” he replies calmly.

he leans over to press light kisses on your neck before continuing, “...but i never mind a reminder” ;)