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"bertholdt. we're going to survive and go home together." and they did the end
#it's not like only one of them goes home and i'm still inconsolable about it#also that line?? gay as hell idc#bertl's eyes get all sparkly like a 90s anime girl after reiner says that it's canon go watch the ep#this is for the ten other ppl that care about this ship in 2023 you guys are so real for that#my bad for watching the anime nine years late so no one talks about it anymore lmao#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#aot#snk#reiner braun#bertholdt hoover#reibert#lotus draws#also I SWEAR i liked other ppl and ships in this show it's just that reibert has me in a chokehold and won't let go#i loved the marleyans idc what ppl say they were the most realistic characters in the show
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really fucking grinds my gears how my dad knows just how to make me feel fucking guilty for putting up boundaries and saying no
#not even for a major thing!#barely setting a boundary even! just saying i donât want to do smth!#asking me if i want to go for dinner one evening when he knows i work late most days and have said this for years - in fact said this exact#thing to him last week - so when i say no bc i finish late he just pushes and pushes#until im like this doesnât work for me AND i hate eating out i dont want to go. just go with my brother thatâs fine. and heâs suddenly#blunt as fuck in his messages leaving me on read or guilting me about the hours i workâŠ.. like get a fucking grip your over 50 bro#i try to be polite with it but he just gets in a fucking mood like please you are a Loser#i see you weekly (smth HE chose when i was a bairn) like im not making my job and life harder just bc you feel bad that you donât see me#more often now#also i only hate eating out with him!! because itâs awkward!! i like to be in and out when i eat with friends and weâre all the same about#it bc weâre all very autistic lmaooo but with him he likes to chat and chat and chat which is fine but i donât.. and he asks more personal#questions than when weâre just at his as if im gonna open up just bc weâre eating thai food đđđđ#like you Donât get to know if im seeing anyone or if im queer or even if ive got fucking plans to go away with friends tbh#like deadbeat dads that try to emotionally manipulate their kids get minimal information actually !! đ€âïž#stelle yaps#fuck sake#i knew heâd start doing this when my brother was back - heâs always played us off each other and he always gravitates towards whichever is#the âeasiestâ child at the time which is my brother ever since i became an adult lmao#i just donât tolerate his shit and i let him know it whereas e will play along#me and my dad are too similar in that we both know how to really cut deep in the other :/#it just all sucks#please please feel free to ignore#i just need to vent like hell bc he winds me up a treat so bad
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metalhead ghost whoâs been in moshpits since he was a kid and is now a veteran of the scene and the self appointed look out. he keeps an eye out for anyone falling or passing out, kicks the shit out of anyone crowd killing or putting their hands where they shouldnât
and heâs been keeping an eye on the punk in the kilt since he saw him throw himself headfirst into the wall of death
he looks like the type to start shit - loud and aggressive as anyone else here but a punk doesn't end up at a metal show for no reason - but there's also something niggling at him that he's gonna end up getting himself hurt. and ghost canât tell if heâs going to do it on purpose
if he does, ghost needs to know. he uses these places as an escape - the music, the violence, the community - always has and he knows all to well how easily an escape can curdle and become destructive. heâs seen too many people lost to the darker parts of the scene, almost lost himself to it; he doesnât want it to happen to anyone else if he can help it
so when he sees the punk sweating his mohawk off, his movements becoming looser and uncoordinated, he has no issues with yanking him out of the pit and pulling him away from the crowd; pushing him up against the venue wall and ordering him to open his mouth
the glaze that falls over his eyes concerns him even as he obediently lets his mouth fall open. he was right; the punkâs severely dehydrated, tongue and gums far to pale and along with the look in his eyes, he half-thinks heâs about to drop
he reflexively tightens his hold on his jaw to keep him up and the punk shivers, a flush creeping up his neck. an almost confused arousal joins the haze in his eyes and ghost smirks beneath his mask
looks like metal shows arenât the only thing the punk is new to
#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghoap#ghost has a split tongue bc i said so#and soaps mohawk is overgrown and fluffy as hell running down the back of his neck#once ghost forces water down his throat soap comes back online and is his usual self and ghost starts to like him even more#he likes having someone that can go toe to toe with him#i wish i knew more about the scene so i could expand this but i dont know shit about punk or metal culture lmao#i do know itd be mid 20s soap and late 30s early 40s ghost and soaps just self destructing#wanting to be an artist but hes being strangled both by his family who think its a waste when hes so mathematically smart#and by the artistic community who hate his pieces for being too chaotic and non traditional#ghost keeps running into him at shows and he recognises that self destruction all too well#and he sees him declining and knows if he doesnt step in no one will#he was a drug addict after getting caught up in abusive relationship with roba#and it was only his brothers death that pulled him out of his spiral#he doesnt want death to be the end of this spitfire punks story#soaps also got that classic catholic guilt internalised homophobia going for him#hes only ever known the bad parts of the scene he didnt know there was anything different#until ghost introduces him to price and nikolai whove been together longer than hes been alive#and to gaz and farah and alex who make no secret of their love for each other and soap realises just how deprived he is of healthy love#not when his parents barely stand him not when his sister only got married when she fell pregnant and they forced her into the church#with a man she hardly knew just so they could keep their reputation#just ghost showing soap theres more to life than violence and hatred and theres so much love for him to discover#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#weâre a team. ghost team#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#john soap mactavish#soap cod#save post
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been in love with roller since 2014 and havent seen nearly enough content of him, thank you for drawing him (so incredibly well)... those images are just perfection
HI. I have another roller wip and I will share it because I know us roller stans are starved. Maybe this will feed u
#ask#the actual gasp I let out.. hi đ„ș#also yeah my pfp is just this supremely shit optimus prime toy but i have no idea where from#it was this or the titan changers one. that one was also really bad.#i dont even like optimus that much LMAO i just think the toy is funny lookin as hell#also yeah thats a roller fumo. i wish it were real. i also wish i had the mmc cylindrus but im brokie and also several years too late
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Brings me immense joy to see the Classicvania renaissance happening lately. So much fresh love for the old games, their stories and characters pouring in and despite having moved on to the Souls fandoms myself, I just want to say how glad I am that more people are seeing the beauty of the classic CV games at last âšïž
#sin speaking#(hi i am alive. just about. its autumn at last...)#(i will always have a soft spot for cv and the games. i left the fandom largely bc it was so intolerable as a space due to SOMETHING!!!!)#(but seeing the collective wake-up and newfound love for one of my favourite franchises has made me and my friends so immensely happy.)#(fun fact! i actually only got into Souls games bc a friend of mine kept lamenting [lol] over their desire for a bloodborne style cv game)#(then i played bb myself and a) i agree. i would sacrifice multiple of my organs on the altar for a quirky soulslike cv game lmao)#(and b) that was the beginning of my downward spiral into yharnam and i have yet to ever leave. funny how the dominos fall like that)#(ive been artblocked as all HELL just lately regrettably. very low mood. very low in esteem. very moderately down in the dumps as it were.)#(but seeing all the traction on my old cv art makes me smile. and also cringe bc oof it looks so bad to me now đđđ)#(But that being said i would love to redraw some of it. its vampire season why not. maybe some cv x bb crossovers would be fun too.......)#(anyway hi ive been languishing playing lotf and praying for lop news soon hows your september doing)#(i dont go there but that dbd collab has done wonders for classicvania. imagine how shaken i was to see hd 3d trevor models in 2024. unreal)#(me from 4 years ago would have been OBNOXIOUS about it.)
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talking to my old trainer at the barn i used to work at because i need references and she sent me this picture of my horse friend
and i feel this image in my chest in a bad way lol. girl his spine. đ„Ž
#i love him very much and i hate knowing that he has to live in a stall and work in ways that hurt his body#it kind of looks like he's lost some topline since i was last there a couple years ago too which is like. predictable but sad#and the way this barn is âone of the better onesâ like they don't treat people like shit the horses do not compete are not subject to many#of the worse techniques out there like they dont use spurs theyre not held chin to chest they dont beat the shit out of them etc#it could be worse. but this is still bad and kind of heartbreaking#but they think he's doing awesome. and they have the best of intentions and care about the horses a lot#just not enough to listen to anyone except for one specific french guy about how horses and dressage work lol it's very. silly#i think they are a little slow on business lately. possibly due to not updating their horse management/training practices since 1970.....#i mean it does also cost at least $2000/month to board your horse there lmao#if you are REALLY into niche as hell horse communities you may recognize this arena but if you do pretend you didn't please#me
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I've been thinking, what if after Ruin, Roxy is able to contact Cassie's dad to come get her from the old pizzeria somehow? Like they deal with Mimic and then they call her dad before heading back up to meet him?
Cassie immediately flinching as she realises she's accidentally said the same shit "Gregory" did. Bonus points if Cassie's dad was a surviving member of the initial group of construction workers that went down there and got killed. He just pauses mid-sentence and squints as the cogs turn in his head, around the same time both Cassie and Roxy realise what they're doing.
They both scramble to clarify they're not Mimic actually, this is one hundred percent real, they really are under the Raceway, they swear while he goes silent, not knowing what he should do here. Should he... call someone? Does this mean Mimic is out? That the security is down? Are they actually down there? Is he suppoosed to just... go there and find out if it's a killer robot or his daughter and a nice robot?
Like really, what is he meant to do here lmao the Minis with Roxy and Cassie just have their heads in their hands over this. They didn't think of it either, but also come on guys you should have realised
#fnaf security breach#roxanne wolf#fnaf cassie#fnaf ruin#'dad help! me and roxy are trapped under the pizzaplex!' cassie says before immediately Realising 'wait no uh- I mean yes we are but uhhhh-#roxy takes over and she's like 'hey doofus cassie's hurt get over here' and this does not help at all#she swears and he's like '....... well I dont THINK Mimic can swear... but if its mimicking Roxy then.......'#HE DOESN'T KNOW!!! HE CAN'T TELL!!!#does he just GO there??? where there's MAYBE a murderbot on the loose???#like he PROBABLY should if the security is down just to get that back online but. this is not a good sign.#this feels like a very much bad idea. like. hm. maybe that's not the best plan if he wants to keep breathing. I dunno.#but also he hasn't seen Cassie all day where the hell is she?? she actually COULD be there maybe???#he's just trying to think of a way for them to prove this is real and it's not going great and roxy maybe isn't helping#she's like 'dumbass why WOULDNT Mimic know that?!' and he's like 'FUCK YOU'RE RIGHT' while Cassie just wants to smack her#does it matter if he doesn't realise what Mimic would and wouldn't know if he comes and helps them??? no!! no it doesn't!!! shush!!!#eventually he probably just calls one of the other techs that know about this and keeps them on the line while he goes to the plex to see#shitting bricks the whole time and hey whaddya know! it's fine! roxy and cassie meet him in the atrium or something!#and HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THESE TWO??!!!!#it's a whole thing lmao anyway that's what's been bouncing around on and off in my head lately!! enjoy that!!
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OUGHHH I FOROGR
#i was supposed to go to my sisters house ;;;;#in my defense i was planning to go to both of my sisters houses on the same day#except i had to wait for a confirmation from my other sister as to WHAT DAY would be good#and it is now 7pm on sunday. i had all weekend.#my sister never fucking replied to me <3<3<3 guess ill#uh#fucking uhh#NOT teach her crochet#but it's also v late to get up and go out on a work day >:(#and i couldve had this done earlier. i COULD have had this done YESTERDAY#of my sister had actually replied#but nooooo my brain got stuck in 'just wait for confirmation before finalizing plans' mode#and now it's fucking 7pm on fucking sunday when i texted her on fucking FRIDAY MORNING.#and i forgot to actually PLAN THIS OUT#BC I WAS STUCK IN WAITING MODE.#gods. im just.#hhhhhhh#and now i have to figure out a different time for this bc i cant. i cant go out and do shit at 7pm.#sigh#my other sister is gonna be annoyed about it and i know that#shh ac#edit: cus i dont feel like adding on to it#but yeah i kinda figured i would get a response like that đ#tbf my message was a little passive aggressive but like dude. i was ALSO in a shitty space all weekend.#its sooo funny that she seems to think that shes the only one who ever gets into shitty moods. lmao. lol even.#and im not saying i dont understand not responding to texts when in a bad mental state-#hell i left my mom on read for 2 days and i still have other messages ik i should respond to#but like. when it comes to messages that are time sensitive like that like. i could accept a 'no not this week' or whatever#its just#urgh
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To anyone who's ever read my story: Thank you, and I'm so sorry I haven't posted anything in ages. I really, really, really want to keep working on it, I just kinda hit a wall with where to go next, and that has been killing me for months now.
(Basically, I have the entire last half or third of the story plotted out, but aside from a few scattered plot points, I don't know how to do the setup to get there. And the harder I try to brainstorm the emptier my brain gets. So I've kinda just stalled.)
#oh to have the same level of awesome inter-character interactions and cots....#I'm just really bad at coming up with scene ideas that lead to those kinds of inter-character interactions aside from one-on-ones w/ Fallon#anyways. enough late night / early morning thoughts.#who knows maybe someday soon I'll have an insomnia week where I fix every single problem with RTQ/ATQH.#that'd be nice.#knowing me it will be during a week where sleep is critical tho.#since my last productive insomnia week was during my fall semester exam week lmao. very funny but also annoying as hell.#morrigan.txt#delete later#I make too many posts at odd hours.#I need to go the fuck to sleep. It's after 2am and I have to be up around 9am.
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thsc fans made me a kinder person wowie
#was talking with my gf some days ago and i have gotten less violent in my head HELPDGF#no bc personal rambles if ur not interested idm but#last year fucked me up so bad everyday i used to get strikes on insta for my private posts to vent it out#its the funniest shit to look back on tbh Help but i genuinely look back on some posts and go wow this motherfucker rly made me a violent-#person and he acted like all that happened to me was my fault#i seriously do not want another message from that fuck on ny birthday again i will make his life living fucking hell#this december will be full of copperright and thsc . i have not felt so emotionally vulnerable in so long LMAO#thanks to these little fucks i want to throw them around i love yhem#it took some silly gentle people of this fandom for me to realize perhaps i should tone down the violent humor#bc a friend in another friend group lately also opened up that hayy i think im. not ok with playful bullying anymore and i felt bad even#though i dont talk much there Fuck you timezones#i will admit the excessive usage of tone indicators in sticktwt seems too much to me but not a huge issue overall#i am but a reserved fucked up aunt of the thsc fandom that ppl seem to rly enjoy the reactions of when they post copperrifht HSGSSGD#i commissioned 5 people to draw copperright i think that's enough to tell the damage done to me by thsc#coping mechanism for when ur sick for a literal month without a day's break đ#anyway erm maybe i love u guys what are u gonna do about it#i cannot for the life of me talk in dms without being anxious but tumblr and discord servers are what save my life#i am here but hiding behind a pole cartoon style#gootbye
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new 2d sonic games coming out this fall apperently ?
#not sure how to feel abt it just watched the trailer. im a modern 'classic sonic' hater sorry.#it just doesnt quite capture what i enjoy abt the og games as well as stuff like advance and rush does (well those more take that and build#it up into its own thing (rush especially) but whatever. it still carries on some general things i enjoy about classic sonic design and#all the more recent stuff ive played has not really been my thing. idk what physics engine theyre using but if its the retro engine i will#probably not like it that shit messes with my muscle memory so bad im sorry. i dont like it i wish i did#also the general visual design/art direction just isnt my thing! im not into that kinda stuff ive always disliked it to an extent#ESPECIALLY in 2d it feels very visually overwhelming but that is probably just a me thing.#also idk if the sound design in the trailer reflects what the game is going to sound like but.did not like it . again a personal preference#so i guess im leaning kinda negative overall MAN i hate that . why am i like this lol sorry#i love sonic games i really do but i just Do Not care for the Big Stuff theyve been doing lately it isntreally my thing#the older stuff just plays to my tastes better u_u#also another thing classic sonic gameplay w 3d models has always felt so ? stilted?#rush doesnt count its its own beast. stilted is probbaly The last thing id use to describe its presentation LMAO#but like. all the sonic generations onwards stuff just feels Weird to look at theres no realkick to it. hell i feel like this abt a few#other 2.5d games that are. 2.5d in the visual sense.it just doesnt click right in a lot of cases#so what im syaing is . 3d bad 2d good /JOKE#the multiplayer seems interesting wonder how thats gonna be handled. also im guessing amy plays how she does in origins here#not sure how she plays there but i m glad to actually see her playable in more stuff! i hope her playstyle is similar to her advance 1#gameplay i love that shit so much geneuinely. its a lot of fun to mess around w#i wanna say im sure the game will be fine but also..... its sonic......... theyre always gonna figure out some way to fuck shit up#<- i say that somewhat lovingly but also it is pretty frustrating since most of it does stem from management issues and time crunch. sigh#okay im just rambling abt sonic nonsense now sorry. i try not to get too invested in everything anymore it was really draining when i was#actively trying to keep up w everything but sometimes smthn comes upand my brain goes back into Sonic Mode /silly#inquisitivewaltz.txt#oh god these tags are so long. im so sorry hgfdhsjgfdhs
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bitching in the tags ignore me
#goddddd i hate being angry and frustrated and also i hate adhd#i am still pissed off at whoever in the flat decided to blast EDM in the morning when i was trying to catch up on sleep#after a long late retail shift and then taking over an hour to get home because the buses were being total shit#and with me knowing i won't be sleeping tonight. because this fucking essay needs me to do an all nighter#i want to scream. đđđđđ#i have such a hard time coping with anger lmao im so bad at it#and i am SOOOOO tired and i am going to be awake so long!!!!!!!#im đȘđȘđȘđȘđȘ#i might call out sick from work on tuesday to give myself a chance in hell of like. recovering before i have to deliver therapy on weds#and also a chance to edit this stupid thing before i submit it#anyway!!!!!! anyway!!!!!!!!!!#im more annoyed than i really should be tbh my brain is just so fucking frustrating at the best of times. let alone underslept#gray.txt#uni tag
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yap sesh in the tags ! <3 nothing new im just frustrated abt my disordered sleep schedule as always . woke up at 5 pm and i will probably be failing my All Dayer and going to sleep shortly At 8 am and then sleeping for 1 billion years
#text#it feels like shit all the time bc it affects Everything Else#i dont get to interact with Real People very much . i dont get any sunlight . i feel weak and sick and gross all the time#i often barely eat at all the whole time im awake bc i just dont get hungry#n i cant rlly get up during the night anyways cause i risk gettin in trouble or waking up the dogs n getting them all riled up#more often than not i will eat. just toast or cereal cause i miss dinner and then thats it all the time im awake#oh also i can barely keep track of time anymore ! i noticed this months ago but like#i only know sundays bc i hear my mom wake uo n get ready for church right before i usually go to sleep n thats abt it now lol#it doesnt rlly matter anyways i guess cause theres not Day theres just Time Im Awake For#sometimes very small . sometimes a lot longer than one day#a friend also pointed out that my suicidal thoughts seem to get worse whenever my sleep gets really bad (like once or twice a month lmao)#n those r probably related bc of everything else being worse as well#i feel like im just watching it all happen n i dont have much control over my own body or mind#i always wake up in pain or with a migraine n sometimes i have seizures in my sleep#i just spend 75% of my time lately sitting or laying down in bed doing nothing cause i cant sleep n it sucks#my mom thinks its funny how hyped i get whenever im allowed to Go Anywhere but like thats the only time im Awake For Real . alive đ#not like we go anywhere fun but like .walmart idk. when i can go is able to pull me out of the wretched hell that is Sitting In Bed Forever#n its been like this for well over a year lol#i ride da walmart high for about 12 or so hours after n then it just goes right back to schmiserable schmiserable sitting in bed forever#my entire world has shrunk to sitting in bed forever#posting now heart emoji . hwello if anyone read this all
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YOOOOOO MY FAVORITE PLACE TO GRAB PANINIS IS OPEN LATE TODAYYYYYYYYYYY YAYYYYYYYYYY
#im gonna. im gonna get a panini for dinner. and MAYBE subject myself to one (1) Bond film. or Iâll just rewatch The Hitcher or LotR lmao#I need a lil treat so bad this week has been all over the fucking place I love dentistry and also Discovering Things AND being made to#work late unexpectedly. hell world#Wednesday craft evening fixed me but Thursday dentists appt was. đŹ
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don't wake the kids - cl16
pairing: charles leclerc x nanny!reader (fem) summary: in which you got his daughter to finally fall asleep but risk waking her up not too long later warnings: 18+, slight smut, oral (f-receiving), bad french (please correct me i was tired while writing this lmao), not proofread!!!! word count: 1608 authorâs note: i think iâll write more for them bc i like the idea of single dad charles LMAO. this was fun xoxoxo
PART 2
⊠. ăïżœïżœ ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
THERE WAS SOMETHING about Mr. Leclerc that always made you stare at him in admiration. Maybe it was the fact that he always excelled at everything he did. For instance, raising a daughter on his own couldnât have been easy. Hell, merely spending a single night watching over his kid has you feeling thoroughly drained. So, when Charles came home to you sprawled along his couch with the TV on a low volume, he wasnât surprised. In fact, the sight brought a grin to his lips. You were the absolute cutest thing he had ever seen. Aside from his own daughter of course.
You werenât even aware of the impact you left on him and his daughter. There wasnât a day where you werenât mentioned by his daughter. She adored you, and he did too.
âComment Ă©tait-elle?â How was she?  His voice was deep as he dropped his keys on the table of the entry way table. âFatiguĂ©e?â Tired?
You barely moved as he approached the room, too comfortable to even sit all the way up for him. His hands rest in the pockets of his dress pants as he leaned up against the arch of the living room, suit jacket slung over his shoulder, eyes never straying from yours.Â
You felt yourself swallowing harshly at the sight of him. Heâs so fucking hot. âElle Ă©tait un ange!â She was an angel! There was a soft glow of moonlight that seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle radiance on the room as you whispered those words. You were whispering, careful to not wake her in the next room over. But also, in attempt to hide the desire in your voice. It would be a complete lie if you said you didnât find him attractive. If you didnât think about him that way.
With a subtle exhalation, Charles gracefully moved away from the archway, making his way towards the couch. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you, his head finding a comfortable perch on the back cushions, a gentle smile gracing his features. His legs extended languidly, and the contours of his thigh muscles subtly asserted themselves through the delicate fabric of his dress pants.
Turning his head to look at you, âWould you mind staying in the spare room tonight?âÂ
His eyes, an enchanting shade of green, held you captive in a mesmerizing trance. Lost in their depths, his question became a distant echo, momentarily forgotten in the captivating allure of those verdant depths.
It wasnât an abnormal question. At least, not anymore it wasnât. Youâve been watching his daughter for months now and have occasionally crashed at his when it was too late at night. When you didnât answer right away, lost in thought, Charles felt the need to wearily add an âIâm too tired to take you home.â
Itâs not that you didnât have your license, but you didnât have a car. And because it meant more money, you always said yes. At least you always told yourself it was for the money. But it really was for all the times you got to see a shirtless Charles in the morning. His hair all disheveled, eyes full of sleep. The rasp in his voice. And also, the breakfast.
His hand swiftly dropped to your exposed thigh, the tennis skirt adorning your body doing little to cover you. He patted the area right above your knee softly for your attention, âJe suppose que tu nâas pas de vĂȘtements; je vais te trouver quelque chose.â I assume you donât have clothes; Iâll grab you something. The touch was so miniscule, so quick, that you could barely grasp the concept that it happened before he was already standing.
Although staying over wasnât new, borrowing his clothes was.
You found yourself unable to speak as he stood from the couch and made his way to his room. The air was charged with a delicate tension. You were convinced it was the suit that had you stumbling for words, or maybe the fact you havenât had sex in months and Charles is just that fucking hot, and in front of you, looking at you, touching you.
âJâespĂšre que cela est assez bon.â I hope these are good enough. Bathed in the gentle luminescence of the room, Charles gazes down at you with an intensity the captures the essence of the moment. In his hands, he holds a neatly folded pile of clothes, extending them toward you with a certain grace. A faint, sleepy smile graces your lips as you accept them.Â
With a languid elegance, you begin to rise from the comfort of the couch, only to find Charles extending his hand toward you. His fingers confidently entwine with yours, pulling you up. Although, it seems Charles underestimated his strength because you are sent flying to your feet, awkwardly tripping in the process. But before you can make a total fool of yourself, Charles is slipping an arm around your waist, holding you to his chest.
You can feel your cheeks redden in embarrassment, âJe suis tellement dĂ©sole.â Iâm so sorry.
You feel Charles laugh reverberate in his chest, making you more alert of just how close you two were. âNe sois pas dĂ©solĂ©e.â Donât be sorry.
In that suspended moment, time seemed to stretch, creating a timeless place where you and Charles were encapsulated. Locked in a shared gaze, the world outside this intimate bubble ceased to exist. Uncertainty lingered in the air, an unspoken question hovering between you two. Charlesâ firm hold persisted, grounding the moment in the tangible warmth of his touch.Â
As the stillness enveloped you, his eyes were fixated on your flushed cheeks, a canvas painted in hues of warmth. The intensity of his gaze conveyed an admiration that transcended words. To Charles, the sight of your blushing complexion was nothing short of captivating â an endearing revelation of vulnerability that only heightened your allure.
âTellement jolie,â So pretty. The words were so soft. Barely audible if it wasnât for your proximity. It was as if he didnât even know he said them out loud.
You felt frozen while trying to decide if this was a dream or not. But when the pads of Charles thumbs made way to your face, tracing your bottom lip slowly, you knew you were fucked.
âEst-ce que je peux?â Can I?
You wanted to scream. Yes! You felt your stomach churning with need. But externally, you were calm. You needed to be quiet.
You made the move to nod your head when his lips collided with yours. It was slow and tentative at first. Like he was trying to test the waters. He pulled away for a moment, eyes staring into yours once again, as if he needed to make sure you were okay with this.
But as soon as he saw your lips draw into a smile, he knew he was fucked.
The second time your lips met it was feverish and messy. All tongue and no air. The clothes that he handed you previously, now lay on the floor in a messy pile, your hands sliding around his neck. You both go tumbling down onto the couch.
He groaned quietly into your mouth â a sound as if the taste of you was something he craved his whole life. His hands dropped from your jaw, closing around your neck, as you felt him push your further into the couch cushion with the weight of his body.
âJâai besoin de toi,â I need you.  You managed to slip the words out, your fingers trailing through his hair on the back of his head.
Before you had the chance to press your lips back together, he was pulling away, leaving you breathless and a little confused until his hands dropped to the waistband of your skirt. His fingers shoving their way in and pulling them down, your underwear being yanked off in the process. His gaze met yours once more, filled with anticipation and eagerness.
âTu as lâair tellement putain de bien comme ça.â You look so fucking good like this.
Like this. Spread out and beneath him. Completely bare and whimpering for him.Â
You could hear him curse to himself as he draped your leg over his shoulder, seeing how wet you already were.Â
The first drag of his tongue on you was enough to make your back arch instantly. He groaned, his nose brushing against your clit as he dipped his tongue inside of you. Every dip of his tongue sent you bucking your hips harder against him. And he loved it.Â
With every stoke of his tongue, your fingers fisted his hair tighter. You began to buck your hips, so close to reaching your orgasm, but he denied. His hands were quick to push your hips down onto the couch. He wanted to hear you beg.Â
âCharles,â you sighed softly.
âHm?â You didnât even have to look at him to know he was smirking. His tongue was placing slow licks to your clit, light enough to keep you right on the edge.
âSâil te plaĂźt.â Please.
Charles was back sucking on your clit in less than a second, his hands sliding up to your covered breasts, squeezing them. He moaned into your pussy, the sound enough to send you spiraling over the edge. You gripped onto anything that was near and placed it over your face, trying to cover the moans that were escaping your lips.
Your body shook as you pressed the pillow into your face. He licked you as you came down and didnât stop until you were practically shoving him off.
His lips were glossy and puffy, coated with you. A smirk on his face as he stood up and looked down at you completely flushed on his couch, half bare. You looked at the bulge of his cock, pressing against the seams of his dress pants, and then back up at his eyes.
âBedroom?â
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IF YOU'RE GONNA LIE, DO IT IN MY BED
â SYNOPSIS: billie kept lying to your face, but when she looked at you like that, you didn't really have it in you to care. you did, however, have it in you to push her further by being a brat. â PART TWO â RELATIONSHIP: dom!billie eilish x fem!bratty!reader â WARNINGS: SMUT, mean billie (oops), reader is a tiny bit pathetic, bratty reader, situationship/fwb, angry sex (kind of?), crying, established safe word (not used), strap-on, oral on a strap-on, deepthroating, gagging, oral, overstimulation, squirting, degradation, praise, petnames (pretty girl, baby, ma, etc.) name calling (slut, whore, brat, etc.), choking, hair pulling, humiliation, dumbification, billie is so condescending in this, toxic dynamic. â NOTE: sorry babes i've been totally off the grid, writing this when i should be studying calculus lmao!! this is long as hell i'm so sorry i got carried away đ title from the song âguess we liedâŠâ by fletcher. this is oxytocin billie at her finest btw!! also situationship/fwb billie has me in a chokehold !! also i'm on my period rn lmaooo â WORD COUNT: 4.8k words
youâd been in a friends with benefits situation with billie for roughly the past four months, but youâd known each other for far longer. billie was too busy for a proper relationship, so the past four months had been all hotel rendezvous and stolen kisses, but no real commitment.
billie would always fuck you better than anyone else could, and you'd be left alone in a cold and empty bed the next morning. she knew how to treat a girl, that was for sure, she was just emotionally unavailable. she needed someone who didnât need her to actually be present in their life, just there for a good time when she felt like it.Â
of course, that was where you came inâyou and the countless other girls she had wrapped around her finger. there had been many girls throughout the years, but rumour had it, most of them were gone after less than a month. that knowledge gave you an addictive feeling of importance, something that kept you coming back for more. you might mean nothing to her, but you meant more than the others did.Â
youâd planned to meet up today, but billie was lateâof course she was.Â
sheâd been at a partyâof course she had.Â
chances were, sheâd been out fucking one of the many other girls she had totally entrapped in her siren-like charmâshe told you that you were her favourite, but you werenât sure you believed her. she probably told every single girl she fucked that, she just happened to keep you around for longer than most.Â
so she stumbled into the hotel room sheâd told you to meet her in, forty five minutes late, a resting frown on her face as she kicked off her shoes upon entering the room. you look up from where you sat on the bed scrolling your phone, raising an eyebrow.Â
âlate again, where were you?â your voice didnât sound accusatory, simply curious, but you were accusing her of something, and she knew it.Â
she shrugged casually, her face still set in that slight scowl. âa party, itâs not important.âÂ
she was clearly in a bad mood, but you didnât really have it in you to care. her bad mood was no excuse to leave you hanging for almost an hour. you laughed dryly. ânext time, just cancel. i donât care if you donât want to see me, thatâs fine. just donât leave me waiting here for you to show up.âÂ
billie rolls her eyes slightly, through her eyes, it genuinely didnât matter, and it was irrational for you to be this annoyed. the two of you werenât dating, she did this with so many other girls, you werenât special. âgod, youâre so dramatic. it was just a party, itâs not a big deal.â
you let out a soft scoff, âi donât care that it was a party. just let me know next time so that i donât sit alone in an empty hotel room for almost an hour looking like an absolute loser.âÂ
âi meant to get here on time.âÂ
âdonât lie to me, i know that if you mean to do something, you do it.â which was true. if billie actually wanted to do something, she found a way to do it.Â
billie raises an eyebrow, âyouâre being a brat.â
you bite back another scoff, but canât stop yourself from snapping back at her. âand youâre being a bitch.â
something seemed to change in billieâs eyes then, one of her eyebrows raising as she took a few steps towards you. you almost instinctively took a step back, a reminder of the control she had over you even when you were trying to be mad at her.
her eyes were a fraction darker than they had been before, her sharp blue eyes fixated on you as she kept waking forward, backing you towards the hotel bed without even touching youâthat was the power she held over you.Â
âiâm being a bitch? hm, interesting. you donât look like you think iâm a bitch, you look like you want me to fuck you.â her voice was smooth and level, but there was a sort of harsh bite to it, a warning, foreshadowing for what was to come.
you couldnât even deny it, not really. you wanted to deny it, but she was right. you did want her to fuck you, despite how little she clearly cared about your feelings right now.Â
she took a step closer again, and you felt the back of your knees hit the mattressâyou hadnât even been aware of stepping that far back. she watched you closely, a calculating look in her eyes.
âso? you gonna say it, or what? i know you waited around for a reason.â
again, she was right. why else you have waited around for almost forty five minutes? no one fucked you like she did, and you could tell she knew it, from the smug smirk that always painted her lips when she was fucking into you with her strap. god, she could be so cocky sometimes, the knowledge that she was so incredibly hot was a little too powerful for her.Â
when you thought about it, it was kind of pathetic that youâd actually waited around for forty five minutes. like, who does that? why had you sat alone in the hotel room, waiting for her in the silence? why hadnât you walked out after twenty minutes and gone to the party where your friends were probably drunk off their facesâthe party that you had skipped because you already had plans. plans with billie.Â
youâd waited around for forty five minutes, and you knew full well that you werenât going to get her to have a mature conversation. so, you concluded, you might as well make the wait worth it, and let her fuck you. and if you were going to get fucked, it might as well be good.Â
so, when you spoke, you kept the slightly snarky tone. âobviously, why else would i have waited around for so long?â
she saw the bratty look in your eyes, and her eyes darkened further. she clearly wasnât in a great mood, and needed a way to blow off steamâyour brattiness was giving her exactly that, an outlet. she huffed, grabbing your jaw tighter as she stared at you. she pushed you so you fell onto your back on the bed, landing with a slight impact on the soft mattress. she crawled on top of you so she was straddling your hips, one of her hands coming to wrap around your neck, pressing down to give you just the right amount of pressure. it was a warning, but you werenât at all worried.Â
âwatch your fuckinâ tone, ma. and donât look at me like that. youâre a brat today, arenât you?âÂ
you caught the slight sparkle in her eye in reaction to your attitude, which just pushed you further. she was enjoying this, seeing you act up. you kept the same tone to your voice, looking up into her eyes as her ring-clad hand pressed down on your neck.
âwell, i think i deserve to be a brat, after being left hanging for almost an hour.â
she pressed down slightly harder on your neck, her nails digging into your skin slightly and her eyes narrowing as she held your eye contact.Â
âis that really how you want to play this? donât act like you didnât wait around here like an obedient little slut for that whole hour.âÂ
you couldâve sworn you felt your brain falter as her words went straight to your core, because when she talked like that, you always melted a little bit inside. you couldnât find any quick smartass comeback this time, but you didnât want to look even more pathetic by fumbling for a response you werenât going to find, so you simply rolled your eyes.
at your eye roll, she pressed her lips together slightly, âwhereâs the good girl i normally get to fuck? hmm?â she said those words as if your bratty attitude is somehow displeasing to her, but you knew for a fact that it was the opposite. she loved when you were like this, it gave her an excuse to be rougher, meaner.Â
âguess iâll just have to remind you how to behave, wonât i?âÂ
the hand on your neck snaked around to the back of your head, where she took a fistful of your hair in her hand and tugged roughly at it, sending a stinging sensation to your scalp. she used the hand she was pulling your hair with to angle your face upwards, so you were looking right up into her eyes. you held the eye contact, an almost challenging look in your eyes as you spoke again.
âmaybe you should. might wanna hurry up with it, though. getting bored here.â that was a blatant lie, you were not bored, and you could listen to her degrade you like you were her slut for hours, but you wanted to push her. you wanted her to be unable to resist fucking you hard. no matter how good the other girls sheâd fucked at the party were, you would be better, and you were sure of it. you had to stand out somehow.
your words did indeed have the intended effect on billie, and she let out a scoff, giving your hair another harsh tug as a reminder that she was in charge.Â
âwatch that fuckinâ mouth, sweetheart. it looks better when itâs being put to use.â
that, of course, was the perfect opening for another bratty remark, and you were too deep in to resist winding her up now. âwell, i donât see you putting it to use, do i?âÂ
and⊠that was it. you could practically see something in the wiring of her brain change as she snapped. âthatâs it,â she breathed out, her grip on your hair tightening as she climbed off you, pulling you off the bed and pushing you to your knees on the floor in front of her in an instant.Â
âyou really canât learn to shut your pretty little mouth, can you? you know, youâre a lot prettier when you shut up.â
she was unbuttoning her pants as she spoke, and you could see the bulge of her strap-on underneath the clothes. within moments, her pants were discarded on the floor, revealing her signature long red strap. for how long sheâd spent on the back and forth teasing, she sure seemed to be in a rush now. her hand returned to your hair, gathering it in a makeshift ponytail, harshly tugging your head back to an angle that worked for her.Â
âyouâre also a lot prettier on your knees, so gorgeous fâme.â
those words were misleading, almost soft. when she spoke again, her voice was raspy as she looked down at you with that harsh look in her eyes. âmy fuckinâ slut. gonna take what i give you, and youâre not gonna complain.âÂ
that you werenât, even in your bratty state, you knew you werenât in a place to complain, on your knees in front of her. plus, you were pretty sure that you wouldnât need to complain, not for this. you were right, when she pushed the strap-on into your mouth. you hollowed out your cheeks to make it easier to takeânot that billie was at all concerned with whether this was easy for you. she wanted to make you cry, she wanted you to be an absolute mess, right there in front of her and on your knees.
your tongue swirled along the sides of the strap, putting on a show for her. she smirked, loving that she had finally shut you up. the satisfaction of seeing you no longer talking back didnât last for long, however, and soon she had tightened her grip on your hair, holding your head firmly in place. then, she started thrusting the strap as deep as she possibly could inside your mouth.
you faltered at first, your gag reflex acting up, as always. youâd always had a bad gag reflex, but billie didnât seem to care. after a moment, you managed to sort out the gagging reflex, but it wasnât long before it was acting up again. you could feel the tears prickling at your eyes, as you always did when billie did this. you were convinced the only reason billie ever got you to suck off the strap was so she could see you cry when you gagged.Â
after a while, you felt the tears rolling down your cheeks, mixing with the spit that had gathered around your mouth from the sheer pace at which billie was thrusting the strap into you. you let out a muffled whimper around the faux dick, and if you could look up and move your head from the tight grasp billie had on your hair, youâd see the cocky smirk painted on her face. she loved shutting you up like this, and she loved seeing the tears rolling down your cheeks. it was a reminder that she could make you into a mess like no one else ever could.Â
âgod, look at you. so pathetic fâme.âÂ
eventually, once billie was satisfied with how much of a mess you were, she pulled the strap out of your mouth, using the still-harsh grip on your hair to pull you up off your knees. she manhandled you to your feet in front of her, looking you up and down for a moment with a smirk. she took a moment to just take the sight in, your hair messy from how sheâd held it, your cheeks tear-stained, and a slightly dumb, empty look in your eyesâoh, how she just adored how much of a mess she could make you.Â
it wasnât long that she spent admiring youâshe was still in a bad mood, and she desperately needed to blow off some steam. pretty soon, she had crossed her arms while she looked at you closely, âstrip.â
you didnât hesitateâshe was unbelievably good at stripping you of your brattiness, as well as your clothes. you could feel any stubbornness youâd had leaving your body at an alarming speed. once you were stood there in front of her in just your bra and panties, billieâs lips twitched up into a small, satisfied smirk. she placed a hand on your shoulder, pushing you backwards to the bed with ease, and you fell backwards onto the sheets and pillows that had been perfectly smoothed out by the hotel staff earlier that dayâthey wouldnât be looking that flawless for much longer.Â
she took a few more moments just admiring you, in front of her on the bed, almost bare. her index finger slipped under your panties before letting them snap back onto your skin with a teasing grin. her other hand moved to your bra, where she tweaked at one of your nipples through the lace, the sharp pain rushing straight to your core.
it wasnât long before sheâd manhandled you into the position she wantedâfrom behind, it seemed to be a favourite of hersâand rid you of your bra and panties. she lined the strap up with your entrance, and within moments, sheâd thrusted the strap fully into you, not giving you any time to adjust. one of her hands circled your clit teasingly, dipping inside your pussy briefly and gathering your wetness on her finger with a smug smirk.
âso wetâŠthat all from me throwing you around? treating you like some dumb toy? fuckinâ whore.âÂ
you let out an utterly pathetic whimper, and she chuckled darkly as she thrusted into you roughly from behind, your pussy swallowing her so perfectly, so willinglyâa huge contrast from the bratty display youâd been putting on earlier. her hand squeezed at your ass as she gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail again, harshly forcing your head back.Â
âmm, look at you taking me so well, so much prettier when you just shut up. moments like this remind me why youâre my favourite.â you were sure you werenât her favourite, you were sure she said that to all her girls, but you didnât care. you let out a moan at her words, and she gave your hair another tug in response. âso fuckinâ pretty when you let me do the thinking, baby.âÂ
she gave your hair another harsh pull to emphasise her next words, âdumb brats donât need to think, yeah?â
you whined again, and she laughed, the hand that was grasping your hair moved to circle around your neck, squeezing slightly. it wasnât enough to really hurt you, just a display of dominanceâas if the way she was thrusting into you wasnât enough to tell who was in charge.Â
the metal of her rings dug into the skin of your neck as she squeezed, and another moan spilled from your lips at the feeling combined with the pace at which she was fucking you from behind.Â
keeping her pace the same and her hand around your neck, she asked, âcolour?â she always checked in, no matter how caught up in fucking you she might seem, she was always attentive to your signals.Â
âgreen,â you muttered, surprised you even managed to get a word out with the amount of pleasure you were feeling.
she grinned, although you couldnât see it, and kept pounding into you at the same harsh speed, the hand that wasnât around your neck squeezing your ass again. then, she leaned over to speak in your ear, her body pressed against your back. her lips brushed against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. god, she knew what she was doing.Â
âstill think iâm a bitch, hm?âÂ
you debated just not replying, but you knew that being bratty again was just what she wanted you to doâand who were you to deny her? âa bitch whoâs fucking me good, yeah.âÂ
if you could see her, you wouldâve seen her smirk widen as her warm breath fanned over your neck near your ear, and she gave your ear a teasing nip, âstill a brat, i see. guess iâll just have to fuck it out of you.â
she moved away from your ear, the hand around your neck moving back to its previous position in your hair, tugging your head back with her harsh grip. her other hand moved to your hip, holding you in place as she thrusted into you. another trail of moans fell from your lips, your hands moving to dig into the sheets of the bed. âiâm- fuck, billieââÂ
she laughed condescendingly, giving your thigh a slap, and you whimpered as the pain sunk in. âmm, a bitch whoâs fucking you so good you canât even form a whole sentence, right?âÂ
you just cried out at her words, your hands gripping the sheets as your walls clenched around her strap, your head going fuzzy from the pleasure she was bringing you. you didnât care how many other girls she had fucked right before she got here, not when she was fucking you this good. you were so, so close, and she could tell.
âcum on my cock, baby. wanna see you fall apart,â she gave your hip a squeeze and tugged your hair, and that was enough to push you over the edge. you came with a moan, clinging onto the sheets like your life depended on it, pleasure washing over you in the most intense waves. your eyes squeezed shut as you mumbled incoherent nonsense, âbils, fuckâoh my godâŠâ
she grinned again, keeping up the bruising pace, which you assumed was just her helping you ride through your orgasm. but even once youâd come down from the intense pleasure, she was still thrusting deeply inside you, causing whimpers to fall from your lips.Â
âbils, too muchâfuck, it hurtsââ
giving your hair another pull, she spoke with that same raspy voice, âi donât care if it hurts, youâre gonna take what i fuckinâ give you, mamas. you know what to do if itâs really too much.âÂ
you let out a strangled cry as she kept pounding into you, the pleasure mixing with pain and creating an intense feeling of ecstasyâbut she was right, if you needed her to stop, you knew what to say. but you didnât, you just kept letting out those same broken moans as your hands tangled in the sheets. your release was gathering around the base of the silicone as she pounded into you.Â
she let go of your hair, moving her hand so both of them were firmly holding your hips, keeping you in place as she fucked into you at that bruising pace. you were almost certain you would have bruises from how firm her grip on your hips wasânot to mention how unlikely it was that youâd be able to walk the next dayâbut you didnât care. it just felt too good, her fucking into you like this, the way she was manhandling youâŠ
it wasnât long before one of her hands snuck down to your clit, circling it torturously with her index finger and drawing even more desperate moans from your lips. you were embarrassingly close to your second orgasm, it couldnât have been longer than five minutes since you came down from the last, but you could feel your walls clenching around her strap again.Â
billie noticed this, of course, and you could visualise the smug smirk on her lips when she spoke. âgonna cum fâme again, pretty girl? god, you look so much better like this.âÂ
so, you came around her cock for the second time that night, moans falling from your lips like music. your arms were aching from holding yourself up, and you slumped down slightly, resting your head on the newly messed up sheets of the bed, a soft sigh escaping you. your thoughts were jumbled and you couldnât pick out a single coherent thought amidst the mess of pleasure, your thoughts just a repeating mantra of billieâs name.Â
after a moment, billie pulled the strap out of you, and you whined again at the feeling of emptiness that took over you. she laughed softly, a slight condescending undertone to it, before grabbing your shoulders to turn you over so you were laying on your back. her touch was decidedly more gentle than it had been earlier, but she clearly wasnât finished with you yet.Â
once you were on your back, she pushed your thighs apart and settled down between them, propping herself up with her elbows and looking up at you. her lips twitched upwards when she took in the expression on your face, you were completely wreckedâand sheâd made you like that. she watched as you took deep, heavy breaths, your head resting back against the bed as you stared at the ceiling.Â
âcan you move up fâme? get your head on the pillow, ma.âÂ
her voice was almost soft, and you nodded quietly, using your weak arms to pull yourself up the bed slightly. once your head was resting on the pillow, you let out a soft sigh of reliefâyour neck was aching from how hard sheâd been gripping it, so the pillow gave you some much needed extra support.Â
she looked at you for a moment, before speaking again, that raspy hint to her voice still very much present. she seemed a bit more cautious than she had been, a lot of her frustration from the day clearly fading from how hard sheâd fucked you. âi wanna taste you, baby. colour?âÂ
you nod softly, exhaling slowly. you were exhausted from how hard sheâd been fucking you, but you needed her mouth on you. âmhm, green.âÂ
it didnât take any more confirmation for her to lean down and bury her face in your pussy, her hands gripping your thighs and holding you firmly in place. her tongue licked a stripe up your slit, drawing a loud moan from you. your thighs instinctively closed around her head, the amount of pleasure sheâd given you hard to bear. she tsked, giving your thigh a warning slap and firmly forcing them open again,
âstay still.âÂ
two fingers slipped inside you with ease, and she started thrusting them inside you at a torturously slow pace while her tongue circled your sensitive bud. the slow pace was a contrast from how fast she had previously been pounding into you, and you knew she was doing it on purpose to drive you insane. everything she did was always so calculated, exactly what you needed at that moment to make you fall apart, to make you an absolute mess for her.Â
her free hand moved up to your tits, giving them both a soft, misleading squeeze, before harshly pinching your nipple between her index finger and thumb, laughing mockingly when you let out a soft cry of pain.
âoh, it hurts? hm, youâre fuckinâ pathetic, baby. such a mess.â
the sounds of her fingers inside you echoed around the hotel room, the only sound other than your moans. you were so impossibly wet, and you could feel another orgasm approaching rapidly as her fingers curled inside you, âmm, youâre taking me so well. such a good, dumb slut for me, hm?âÂ
your walls clenched around her fingers at her words, and she grinned, nipping at your inner thigh teasingly before returning her tongue to your clit. âyeah, my good little slut. like when i call you that, ma?âÂ
you moaned again, and you were coming on her fingers before you could stop yourself, your body going limp against the bed as you were hit by your third high of the night, moans falling weakly from your lips.Â
billie didnât stop her movements, her tongue moving from your clit to your pussy, gathering your taste on her warm tongue and moaning softly. her fingers replaced your tongue at your clit, and you flinched as they circled your sensitive bud.Â
you let out a whine as her tongue kept up her movements, slurring out a soft protest through the pain of being so overstimulated, âbils, i canâtâ âm too sensitiveââ
she hummed against your pussy, the vibrations eliciting another moan from you. she pulled back ever so slightly to respond, but you could still feel her warm breaths hitting your clit in the most achingly pleasurable way.
 âfuckinâ take it like a good girl, know you can.â her fingers kept circling your clit. âyou want to be a good girl for me, right? make up for being such a brat?âÂ
you nodded desperately, because yes, you wanted to be her good girl. you wanted to please her, âyes, fuckâ wanna be your good girl, billie-âÂ
billie grinned, her tongue returning to where it had been, slipping inside you as her fingers teased your clit, âmhm, my good girl. my favourite girl.âÂ
you whined at the pleasure she brought you, trying not to close your thighs around her head again as they shook from the sheer pleasure of this moment. you didnât even really comprehend her words, the way she kept throwing around the lie that you were her favourite.
you didnât even care if you werenât her favourite girl, being one of the girls was more than enough for you. you didnât care how many other girls sheâd fucked right before this, because you could feel her tongue coaxing yet another powerful orgasm out of you. a sob left your lips, the pleasure overwhelming you and taking over your body in every way possible. god, she was too good at this.
you opened your mouth to warn her, but all that came out was a moan as she flicked your clit with her finger, and the dam broke. your head fell back against the pillow as liquid gushed out of you, soaking her chin and the sheets below you.Â
she eagerly lapped at it, and you let out another strangled whine, your hand reaching out to her head. your fingers tangled in her hair, trying to guide her off you. your things were shaking, your skin tingling, your body drenched in sweat, your mind foggy.
it was too much, the pleasure becoming too overwhelming. youâd have told her that if you could form words, but she took your signal and dragged her mouth away from your pussy, pressing a few soft kisses to your inner thigh.Â
âmm, look how messy you are, mamas. such a messy slut, all for me?â
you whined softly as she pressed kisses to your trembling thighs, âall for you.â
she grinned up at you smugly from where she lay between your thighs, her eyes raking over your face and body. her smile widened as she took in just how wrecked sheâd made you, your hair messy and your body limp and exhausted, paired with the marks that were already appearing on your hips and neck from her harsh grip. she found you unbelievably gorgeous when you were like this, and she gave one of your thighs a teasing squeeze.Â
she had fucked the brattiness out of you, just like sheâd said she would.Â
âsee, baby, what did i tell you? so much prettier when youâre not being a brat.â
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