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klowhispers · 1 year
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happy birthday klo dear, I hope you're having a wonderful day and year and on and on, I still think of you fondly and was reminded of your sweet face when I saw ur birthday saved in my calendar. I hope ur succeeding and living life to the fullest xoxo - motelsamndean
mon ange ! i still think of you <3
thank you for this nice message, i am indeed having a pretty good day ! you deserve the best in the world and more, and im so glad i know you.
@motelsamndean
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kevjrr · 1 year
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Feliz Cumpleaños Ramos!!
For @swaggypsyduck 🫶🏽
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vulpinesaint · 1 year
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sorry for using the best most fantastic pet names ever. i listened to oh honey baby by mustard service one time and i was changed irreparably
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la-cocotte-de-paris · 2 years
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Flower asks!
Aubrieta, Heliotropium, Morning Glory, Transvaal Daisy 💕💕
Hello, darling!! <3 <3
Aubrieta: Favorite drink?
I mean, I love me some wine and champagne lol and fancy drinks like that but tbh the first things that entered my head were water and peppermint tea. I don't often stray from drinking water or tea, so honestly I'm not sure if I have a fave drink. There was this one drink that reminds me of being eight years old in Paris, called Orangina. It is rare enough to see here in Ireland, but when I see it, I'm always tempted to get it.
Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?
It really depends on what type of stressed it is. Listening to Lana Del Rey can help (or any slow-tempo music). Deep breathing. Trying to change my posture. Sniffing the scent of tea-tree nd/or geranium oil. Warming up and wrapping up. Drinking peppermint tea or watching a comfort film.
Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up?
I did have a room downstairs that we painted lilac and got a different bed by the time I was eight, but I never felt very attached to the room for some reason. When I was eleven, I moved upstairs instead and that was the room which remains my bedroom now. I had drawings of characters from book series up on the walls, along with sketches of planes and posters of whatever caught my interest over the years, such as Mario Party (when I was younger haha), the Metropolis poster I got when I visited Berlin, or the old map of the world I got when visiting Oxford, and copies of portraits of historical figures (the latter three remain on my walls, along with those old sketches of planes. Everything else is safely put away somewhere). At one point a copy of the Mona Lisa was hanging proudly on a wall, but the frame was too heavy for the hooks, so I've had to take it down. :( I want to put it back up sometime... A little sign with the family coat of arms and information about it was above my desk, beside another drawing of a plane. That's still there too. Teal lampshades, colourful patterns on an off-white background for the curtains. All walls painted ha'penny white (my mom was pretty genius for picking that particular shade for the house hahaha). Desk perpetually crowded with various decorations and jewellery boxes and pen holders and books that I usually could never use the damn desk for its proper purpose -_-"""" But that was my own doing lol. A figure of a beautiful horse stood on the top of the small wardrobe (and still does).
Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?
God, I have SOOOO many favourites, but I suppose right now it's the Ralph Lauren blazer I got in the charity shop for an absolute steal of a bargain. I haven't even had it a week and I've worn it three or four times already! Also very much like my plaid skirts. And my berets. There's also the dress I have from the 1950s, which I adore, but ofc I don't wear it often, for obvious reasons... Oh and the ivory lace dress that is sorta 40s style that I've had since I was sixteen! Another special occasion piece haha.
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hs-is-loml · 7 months
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Married to Who. (cl16)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Famous!Wolff!Reader
Summary: y/n and her husband have been so private that fans would've never thought she was married to an F1 driver of all people or when fans are starting to make connections and figure out who y/n's husband is
Type: Social Media AU! face claim is Alycia Debnam-Carey
Warnings: like 4 grammar mistakes in the twitter threads + some comments accusations/insinuations of cheating but that's because they don't know charles and reader are married...
a/n: this took longer than i expected but hope you all enjoy!
all translations of french/spanish come from google! english translations are in parentheses!!
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yourusername has posted
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yourusername all of these pictures were from before summer break, and you can tell why they need a mid-season break from each other...
tagged carlossainz55, danielricciardo, maxverstappen1, and charles_leclerc
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carlossainz55 great picture of charles and i, chica (girl)
→ yourusername yeah sure, great...
→ y/nstan i love her
protectthewags y/n and her husband always takes the best soft launch pictures
→ thef1wags soft launch? they've been doing this for the past 3 years 😭 they need to hard launch.
→ y/nforlifeee her husband is the strongest soldier out there when she's around all these hot men
lewishamilton roscoe and i didn't make the cut this time...
→ yourusername my past two posts have been literally about you and dad at the last race😀
→ roscoelovescoco we's can'ts beelieve you's
→ mercedes8time not lewis using roscoe's account to come after y/n for not including him in the post
danielricciardo didn't know max was into that kind of stuff
→ maxverstappen1 you enjoyed it, don't lie
→ yourusername maxie, sweetie, look at his face. the man was in pain
→ liked by danielricciardo and 309 others
charles_leclerc mon ange... what is this (my angel)
→ yourusername it's an appreciation post, cha
→ carlosconfusion the nicknames>>
→ f1circuittrack how is her husband okay? more importantly is y/n doing okay? because i would leave my partner too if charles leclerc ever called me, mon ange
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charles_leclerc she's real, guys😅 well, i hope she's real or i've been with casper for the last 5 years...
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arthurleclerc maman said she doesn't know how your wife is real either or more so how you managed to convince her to marry your ass
→ charles_leclerc maman did not say that.
→ arthurleclerc you're right, she said she doesn't know how such an amazing girl got with a buffoon.
→ ferraritearss WIFE???
→ partytotheafterparty HIS WIFE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WIFE?
→ paddoook no way this man has not only a girl but is MARRIED to her😀
worldchampionsisaid man is fighting for break on and off track after the imaginary girlfriend rumors on twitter💀
→ thatonebakucorner he was quick to correct them too
→ f1propstand he's over people thinking he's that delulu after the resigning of his Ferrari contract...
carlossainz55 i will never understand how she deals with you 24/7 or your cooking. oh, wait, she cooks when you guys are home
→ liked by arthurleclerc and 410 others
danielricciardo nope. she's totally a ghost.
→ f1memes not daniel gaslighting him😭
lilymhe aww! tell her i miss her and love the nails!!
→ 16crying55laughing lily, tell us what you know
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yourusername perfect timing for our summer break photo dump
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charles_leclerc mon amour, je t'aimais alors, je t'aime maintenant et je t'aimerai pour toujours ❤️(my love, I loved you then, I love you now and I will love you forever)
→ yourusername i have loved you since the first time our eyes met
y/nforlifeee i've never seen two people that compliment each other so well
→ y/nsidelove their kids are going to be so beautiful
susie_wolff safe travels, sweethearts!
→ yourusername see you, dad, and jack soon🤍
landonorris honestly, i don't know how people didn't figure it out sooner
→ maxverstappen1 yeah, these two are like rabbits
→ carlossainz55 i share a hotel room wall with them half the season. i'm forever scared
danielricciardo no, you're definitely casper the ghost
→ yourusername i will block you💀
→ danielricciardo i wonder why that reply was invisible?
leclerc_pascale tout mon amour pour vous deux❤️ (all my love for you both)
→ liked by yourusername, charles_leclerc, and 651 others
scuderiaferrari our favourite girl with whoever that guy is!
mercedesamgf1 mini boss with lightning mcqueen🙈
→ charles_leclerc we're not starting this again.
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leclercsainzz · 2 months
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BEGGING for a charles leclerc x reader smau based on “some one like you” please 🙏🏼 where he’s married to someone else after reader and him broke up .. you can make it however you want:)
WISTFUL YEARNING
PARINGS: charles leclerc x ex gf!reader
TYPE: social media au
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charles_leclerc: dreams do come true, i love you, my love 💘
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user: OMG OMG
user: “dreams do come true” 😭
user: he’s officially married, guys
carlossainz55: congratulations, mate 🍾
user: YN LIKED OMG 😭😭
pierregasly: congrats, bro! wishing you the best ❤️
user: congratulations 🥰
user: *liked by yourusername* 😢
↳ user: my heart SHATTERED, OMGGGG 💔
user: i just want to know how yn feels
user: can ya’ll move on from charles and yn?!?
user: CONGRATS, CHARLES!! ❤️
user: yn 😭😭
joris__trouche: ❤️❤️❤️
user: he finally got what he wanted, omg 🥺
user: congratulations 🥳
user: i was doing fine until i saw that yn liked this post
user: im happy for him!!
landonorris: congrats, mate
user: HE’S OFFICIALLY MARRIED YA’LL 😩😩
user: idk why i was waiting to see a comment by yn
sebastianvettel: wishing you a lifetime of love and happiness
↳ charles_leclerc: thank you, sebs! 😊
lance_stroll: congratulations!
user: can’t believe so much time has passed since yn:(
user: i know all the drivers were invited but i NEED pictures
user: guess i won’t be mrs leclerc anytime soon 😩
danielricciardo: wishing you both lots of love ❤️
lewishamilton: congratulations
user: i wonder how yn must be feeling 🥺🥺
user: was hoping him and yn would get their happily ever after
user: i wonder if he calls his wife “mon cœur” or “mon ange”
↳ user: i doubt he calls his wife that considering those belong to yn but who knows
↳ user: maybe “my heart” but not “my angel” or idk
↳ user: ya’ll think she calls him “charlie” ?? the way yn did??
user: guess yn is never getting him back 😭
user: congratulations, charles! sending lots of love 💗
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yourusername: — la vie est belle <3
see translation: life is beautiful
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user: SHE’s HangING WITH KIKA 💗
user: babes, did you get the apartment you always wanted?!?
↳ user: wait— the one her and charles always wanted right?!?
↳ user: with the view, yes! it seems like it in the third post
pierregasly: hey! that’s MY girlfriend
↳ yourusername: OUR* get it right 🙄
francisca.cgomes: tú es belle 😘
see translation: you’re beautiful
user: “life is beautiful” LIES ik deep down you missing charles
user: i miss you and charles 😭😭😭😭
user: i really thought you charles would’ve been endgame 😭
user: charles is married but not to yn 😭😭😭
danielricciardo: oui
see translation: yes
leclerc_pascale: belle comme toujours 😍
see translation: beautiful as always
↳ yourusername: ❤️❤️❤️
↳ user: mama leclerc 😭
user: how do you feel about charles’ marriage??
user: crazy to think how charles is married while yn’s not
user: i really thought you and charles would’ve been endgame
user: charles’ got a whole wife, bro 😔😔 and it ain’t you
user: charles got his dream but yn???? 😭😭😭😭
user: she got her apartment with the eiffel tower view
↳ user: but without charles 😢😢
user: times flies fast … it feels like her and charles were still together:((
user: wonder if she congratulated charles
↳ user: she definitely didn’t 🤣 why would she??
user: charles was suppose to be her love forever 😭😭
↳ user: well as they say, “sometimes it last in love, but sometimes it hurts instead”
user: her and charles were supposed to live in france together
user: ya’ll seriously need to move on from those two, he’s a married man ….
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charles_leclerc: surprise!
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user: i just know yn feeling SICK right now
user: he got married, he’s gonna become a dad, now he just needs that ferrari championship (FERRARI GIVE IT TO HIM)
carlossainz55: you’re both going to make amazing parents! congratulations on your new baby!!! ❤️
↳ charles_leclerc: thank you, carlos!
user: he’S GONNA BE A DAD 😭😭😭
user: we’re getting a mini leclerc 🥺
lewishamilton: congratulations 😊
↳ charles_leclerc: thanks, mate!
user: he’s achieving his dreams
↳ user: without yn 😭😭😭
user: ya’ll gotta stop with the whole charles/yn relationship, they BROKE UP! i don’t think his wife appreciates you all bringing yn up every chance you get
user: can’t wait!!!!!
sebastianvettel: congratulations on your new adventure
↳ charles_leclerc: 😊😊
leclerc_pascale: ❤️❤️❤️
user: we’re all happy for you, charles 😌💗
alex_albon: congrats!! 🥳
↳ charles_leclerc: thanks, alex
user: i’d be crawling back into his life, if i were yn
lorenzotl: ❤️
user: he’s getting his mini leclerc 🥺🥺
maxverstappen1: favorite uncle max is gonna spoil her/him
↳ charles_leclerc: favorite uncle?!!?? absolutely not
joris__trouche: at your service 🫡
arthur_leclerc: ❤️❤️
user: he finally accomplished his dreams
user: this could’ve been yn’s life 😩😩
yourusername: congratulations, charlie!
↳ user: MOM, OMG 😭😭
↳ user: ik she’s lowkey crying about this
↳ user: “charlie”
↳ user: i want them back together, idc 😭😭😭😭
pierregasly: congrats ❤️
user: he’s living his dreams
user: yn 💔💔💔💔
user: mom’s comment 😢
user: i’d be feeling sick to my stomach, if i were yn
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yourusername: bonjour
see translation: hello
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user: when she listens to lana del rey >>>
user: LA LA LAND, OMG 😭😭😭 PAIN
pierregasly: yourbrother & toby >>> you
user: charles liked!!! OMG
user: she’s watching la la land!
user: i didn’t realize the 5th slide was @yourbrother
leclerc_pascale: ma belle fille 😘
see translation: my beautiful girl
↳ yourusername: je t’aime ❤️
↳ user: “my beautiful girl” i cant 😭😭😭
↳ user: pascale LOVES yn so much even after all these years
francisca.cgomes: 😍😍😍😍 my wife
lorenzotl: avez-vous oublié monaco? 😔
see translation: did you forget monaco?
↳ yourusername: jasmais ça
see translation: never that
↳ arthur_leclerc: 👍🏼
user: the way charles family still interacts with hers 😭😭
↳ user: i miss them 😔
user: third slide is lowkey for charles
↳ user: girl, MOVE ON! he’s married, get over them
user: ARE WE JUST GONNA IGNORE THAT CHARLES LIKED
user: i miss yncharles 💔💔💔💔
kellypiquet: 😍😍
danielricciardo: bonjour
yourbrother: mon chein est meilleur que toi
see translation: my dog is better than you
↳ yourusername: toby m’aime mieux que toi
see translation: toby likes me better than you
charles_leclerc: toby est tellement grand 🥺 @yourbrother
see translation: toby is so grown
user: missing mom and dad 😭😭
user: i know charles is married but i can’t help myself thinking about him and yn all the times:(
user: he commented
user: she’s the one that got away 😔
↳ user: what should’ve, could’ve, and would’ve been
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love-belle · 10 months
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it's golden like daylight !!!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which the whole internet thinks that they're over but it's just a new beginning for them.
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for when you know it's forever. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader
warnings - language
author's note - hello!! my first time writing for charles so i really hope u like it!! requests are open <3 thank you so much for reading, i love you <3
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yourusername loving him was red 🍒
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username hahahahaha "was" hahahaha
username IS THIS A CONFIRMATION WHAT???? HELLO????
username what if this was my last straw.
yourbestfriend red is your colour fr
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username guys..........i hate to say it but i think it's true
-> username no.
-> username lol what??? nooooOoooOOO??? they're legally not allowed to break up
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f1newz formula one driver, charles leclerc and singer/songwriter y/n y/l/n have called it quits on their relationship of 4 years, sources close to the pair claim. "it just wasn't working out," the source explained, referring to the long distance between them and their busy schedules. "it just felt like the relationship had run its course," they continued, "obviously, they still hold a lot of respect for each other and will continue to remain close friends, as there's no bad blood between them." for more details, click on the link in our bio.
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username what do u MEAN that the relationship just RAN its course?????
username no bc the idea that a relationship can just be over like that, just "run its course" and that you had a limited time with your person, your partner and now it's over. it's so heartbreaking. my heart is breaking for both of them, they were so in love with each other 💔💔💔
username source is like "just trust me on this" lmfaooooo
username no way im believing this shit after charles called her his "motivation and the reason he pushes himself to do much better because she deserves the best"
username her caption, their interaction the last few weeks, this 😬😬😬 it all seems to be adding up i fear
username LMFAOOO NICE JOKE 🤣🤣🤣🙏🙏🙏🤪🤪🤪 !!!!!!!!!!!
username "to my muse, i already had an idea of what love would be like but u taught me a whole new meaning of it, i love u forever and ever in each and every lifetime" and u say they broke up???? bro they're not universally allowed to.
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charles_leclerc stuck with me forever now 💌 cannot wait to slow dance around the kitchen at 3 in the morning for the rest of our lives. i didn't "fall" in love with you, i purposely, intentionally loved you and i always will, in this lifetime and all the others. any person would have been lucky to call you their love and i thank my skies and my constellations that i got to be that lucky person. here's to our forever ❤️ i love you
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username OH NY GOF
username SHUR THE FUCK UP WHAT OU M UHDO
username i just fell to my knees in walmart what.
yourusername forever never looked so good, i love you more than words could convey ❤️
-> charles_leclerc i love you mon ange ❤️
username hahahahahahaha!!!! ok!!!!!!!! nice!!!!!! happy for u!!!!!!!!!!!
username can't believe we really lost mother to a guy that drives around for a living
-> username i could be an uber driver just sayin 😮‍💨
danielricciardo the hardest secret to keep!! cannot wait to third wheel u for the rest of my life 🙏🙏🙏
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username I JUST SCREAMED SO LOUD OH MY GOD
lorenzotl the best sister in law ❤️
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lewishamilton congratulations ❤️❤️❤️ can finally post the pictures from that night ‼️
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username IM SO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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yourusername it's golden like daylight ❤️‍��
been waiting my entire life to use these lyrics, thank u charles for finally making it happen 🙏 also, i love you and i cannot wait for our future?????? kinda sad u beat me at proposing first but it's okay bc i love the ring (and you!!!!!!) thank u for making me the happiest person alive ❤️❤️❤️
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username THE CONTRAST IN THEIR CAPTIONS
username poetic bf 🤝 funny gf
username i love them your honour
carlossainz55 it took him 27938291 hours to pick a damn ring so u better cherish that rock
-> yourusername it's tiffany how could i not??? (it's perfect thank u for helping him out ❤️‍🩹)
username SHE'S SO AJAJSJKAJSJSKA
charles_leclerc it was about time i put a ring on that 💍💍
-> yourusername REALLLLLL (i love you so much thank u thank u thank u i love you u make me feel like all the colours of a sunset, all the hues)
username they're so ☹️☹️☹️
arthur_leclerc can't believe you're gonna be my sister in law (i love u, thank u for making him and us the happiest by being in our lives)
-> yourusername better get used to it (i love you all so much, my forever family)
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chrisevansonly · 5 months
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12 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬
ʚsocial media au
ʚlando norris x female leclerc!sister reader
ʚlooks like your brothers are going to be seeing a lot more of lando…but that doesn’t mean the 6 foot rule is up..
ʚnot requested but i just wanted to do a little something! you can read part one here! <3
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surprise i chopped my hair off!!!! (pls don’t break up w me lando)
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username OMG THE SHORT HAIR?!
username no this is everything
charles_leclerc tres belle mon soleil 🩷
>yn.leclerc merci charlie 🥺🥺
username me waiting to see what lando says 👀
landonorris HELLO
>yn.leclerc hi baby🥰
landonorris WOW BABY WOW
landonorris you’re so beautiful 😭
>arthur_leclerc alright relax romeo, she’s been wooed enough
>leclercpascale arthur soyez gentille avec lando!
leclercpascale c’est si gentille ma belle!😘
>yn.leclerc merci maman!!❤️❤️
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mini getaway with my girl, and yes i beat her playing chess
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username she’s so beautiful :(
username i love their relationship
username i saw somewhere that lorenzo actually pushed them to be together👀👀👀
>yn.leclerc he did, he loves lando 🥰
>lorenzotl love is a strong word…
>yn.leclerc admit it pls☹️
>lorenzotl okay okay fine…he makes you happy so he’s family
username AWWW ENZO LOVES LANDO😭😭
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yn.leclerc thank you for my little trip i loved it and i LOVE you(i beat you 4 times before you finally won)❤️❤️
>landonorris i love you more (don’t air that out..)😘
username i could sob my eyes out right now
leclercpascale oh j’aime les fleurs!! très magnifique!
>landonorris j'en ai pris pour vous maman leclerc! 😁
username LANDO BUYING MAMAN LECLERC FLOWERS😭
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bored waiting for lando to come home, oh yeah i forgot to mention we finally settled into our new house🥰
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username SKIN CARE ROUTINE PLS
>yn.leclerc it’s on my youtube!! same with makeup🥰
username oh to be her!!!!
username aww her and lando live together now😭
charles_leclerc he needs to be 12 feet away from you at all times
>yn.leclerc char it was 6…..why double it?
>charles_leclerc because you live with him now🙄
landonorris i’m coming home in 5 with your favourite for dinner!❤️
>yn.leclerc and this is why i love and adore you baby😘
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multiversesweets · 10 months
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Scandalous pt.3
summary — people always think the grass is greener on the other side; unfortunately, max is gonna find out that it could not be further from the truth... and certain pilots are more than happy to take care of you and your daughter.
characters: mv, cl, cs, dr, ln, etc..
WARNINGS: allusions to cheating/referenced cheating, no hate towards the real persons; this is just an au, and absolutely does not reflect the afformentioned people's views💖
tell me who you guys want to see next hehehe
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gossipoutlet max verstappen had reportedly engaged in a verbal altercation with fellow drivers on the grid after finishing p7. spectators claim verstappen had been expressively upset and the tension had just mounted with the recent events — half of the grid being out and about with his ex-girlfriend and sharing flirty remarks with the supermodel. one of our cameras had captured his current beau, kelly trying to comfort the annoyed driver but ultimately storming out. verstappen had a scoff to respond when grilled during a press interview about his reaction towards his ex's dating life.
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watashijeon · 8 months
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Mon Ange. | KTH
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♫ listen while reading 📖— Is there someone else ~ The Weeknd
before you read: Keep in mind that this is all purely fiction. If any of the below warnings trigger you then do not read, blocking is welcomed if you are uncomfortable btw.. idc! (*- 3•*)~
pairing: sub!reader × lawyer dom!taehyung
part 1 here
wc. 7.6k | smut & angst + fluff (reader is 22 & tae is 32)
Warnings: (+18) — taehyung smokes, long raw rough sex, creampie, infidelity & cheating (not between yn & tae), arranged marriage, inaccurate lawyer talk blah blah, intense orgasm, missionary, drunk tae to tipsy tae, spanking & face slapping, backhanded praise, lotsa dirty talk, aftercare, overthinking and anxiety esque moments, tension all around.. enjoy
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— I made you mine, or so it seemed. I might as well be two feet tall. You never will love me at all. —
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You’re calling out for his name, nothing can kill this moment. He feels sweetness and ease.. never has he let himself slip. But tonight is his birthday or so it was hours before.
Nonetheless, nothing could kill the stillness.
"Hm?" he’s mumbling with his speech, nose buried into pretty flushed skin. He feels confused, feeling you still when your words came out so blurred in his mind.
“I have to tell you something.”
Completely lost now where this was going, he stills his touch. Awkward and stiff, you make eye contact for what you are about to say.
He doesn’t understand the build up, he just wish you would say what it was. Maybe you had to take some time away from him due to your work.. he understood, he didn’t mind that.
"I think we should end our arrangement."
Oh. It’s so different from what he had just suspected, why does his heart feel like it just plummeted to another oblivion of nothing?
Taehyung doesn’t care, he’s undisciplined and chaotic with his very few next actions.
You need to leave. Freezing up, ready for his immediate impulse, because you know him like the back of your hand. The man picks you right off from his lap, rather rough and he would have time to regret on the meanness of it later.
He’s quick to pointing his hand open palm stiff and stern to the now sad wrinkled dress on the floor that laid lonely.
“Well, go on then.”
Your eyes looked at him pained, you had not a clue what his reaction really meant but you moved. Wiggling on your dress, back faced to him before looking once more to see his distracted stare. He is so out of it now, he doesn’t know.
“You understand.. right, Tae?” oh why must you speak so sweet to him using his shorten nickname in that especially nauseating sweet voice, even the way you are ending this is a million times nicer than he has ever ended a fling with a person.
“I do, bye.”
He’s being so mean, harsh and rude.
Taehyung hopes you won’t dwell on it or let it hurt your heart like it will to his very own.
But somehow he wants it to pain you, make you feel the same burn and ripping he feels in his chest right now. What did he do wrong?
“Goodbye Taehyung.” and that was it, the door clicked and so did his very front one. Left with the forbidden but likely delicious and perfect red velvet cake you’ve made, and a gift that sat perfectly next to it wrapped in his favorite color for wrapping paper on his kitchen island.
And indeed you had to make his favorite cake flavor, meaning you remembered the stupid detail when he told you on a night together.
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He remembers so clearly on the morning you stayed after for the first time coming over for six months. The two of you had lazed in his bed between tangled limbs and sheets “I will, I will protect you.” your lips dropped into a pout tracing your nimble finger over the man’s jaw.
How could you even say that when you leave him not much later, he doesn’t get it. This isn’t like you at all. Maybe being in pained denial he couldn’t accept the sore fact that someone made the first move on with abandonment.
You weren’t supposed to lie, it’s uncalled for and unacceptable. But even deep down the man knew he was being ignorant, he’s lied to many people to avoid hurt and it was his own field of career to lie if necessary.. that’s all you were trying to do.
The man can’t dare to muster up to think you have a bad bone in your little body that was filled of nothing less of kindness. But right now he won’t be rational with his assumptions.
He’s angry and selfish with dire need for your presence now all over again, no matter the situation that this is. But whatever really, big deal that you are gone. He will find someone else to fuck his life into, you are no different from any other living human with a hole.
He pauses.
Never mind that, fuck that. He deserves a good and perfect reason for why you did this.. leaving him in the dark, quite literally. Taehyung can't stand not talking to you even if he never took time to speak so much into your conversations. He still appreciated all of your efforts and presence you put into whatever what you had was, now it’s all fucking gone.
He used to act upon impulse when he would have multiple play things through out the month. But you, you make him stop to think. It makes him wrinkle his nose because he does not have a clue why you turn him to be this way. It’s simply you being you, no spell.. no great manipulation in your words. Just you.
In the beginning of this arrangement he was reluctant given the age gap, especially with the relation that you were a long time family client of his.
Once he became enthralled with someone.. he could say it took a lot to kill it.
You weren’t the only one that had the privilege, he’s turned thirty two this year and definitely doesn’t have enough fingers to count on with how many girls he has used up and nicely dumped off to the side — kindly.
Sparing the honest reason that he needs to focus on his career before weeks later he would latch claws into his new toy, it’s only painstakingly different now.
Much different because he had never held onto a “toy” for over a few months at a time, the man liked variety and trying new things. With you in the picture, it was sickening at the fact that he grew real attachment to every little thing about you. It made him want you more. While he is nothing great of the sort for you, he was only a warm body to give you what was desired. You gave him your body and time, in return he would give you lust driven pleasure.
He was the one who established what you two were from the great beginning, he was not allowed to feel betrayed and cheated. Someone could hate him and he would cackle at that, a girl could scream at the stoic man and he’d chuckle again. Once you lose his interest there is no winning him back, it's as if getting stuck in a never ending pit of quick sand that could swallow you in pitiful eyes. He thinks it’s valid to feel this way, he’s coming to terms with the whole ordeal of what all this was.
Being your damn family lawyer and you had met him when you were the young age of nineteen, a mere baby. It definitely took some time for him to be ok with the fact that he would end up fucking you almost weekly with your given age — he’s not a pervert.. right? But you were a mature girl as you grew up, he liked you for this reason.. different and good for whatever he wanted and still you set healthy boundaries not letting him walk over your toes.
Time will pass nicely, right? He will be fine and move on — find someone even better. A little reflecting won’t hurt his soul.
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It has been a little over two months since the grouch for a man has seen you, turning slowly into the twentieth century version for Scrooge.
Promising himself each day he would not give in and call you, you will be the one to run back.
He’s been saying that to himself since the day you up and left.. now his very once high and wild ego was now dwindling day by day and he is pissed beyond belief, because wow, wowww. You really did leave him as if he planned to do the exact for you in the beginning of meeting with you, that was before he caught a liking and it was only for your body, of course.
Yes.. that’s what is was. It was only really your gorgeous body that gave him pleasure to see you again and again, never mind the fact of your amazing personality or one of a kind glowing aura that brought a sweet genuine smile on his usual crest fallen features.
Broken from his reverie he’s receiving a call, he’s been sat still buried in his office since six am. It’s how he gets through his days to not think about you or testing the waters of calling.
The phone clicks and clatters, he needs to get himself a new desk phone or better yet just buy another smartphone. Huffing and puffing, he inhales and exhales seeing the caller id.
“Hello, it’s been awhile sir.”
It’s your father, he has to fake a front for the sake of niceties and also being civil because your very own damn dad has been using the Kim’s for any law or business relations since Taehyung was probably born, he’ll complain and grumble later on to a nice white wall of his.
“Oh yes! Things have been crazed.”
Taehyung really wonders about that, a hotel tycoon can only get so wild and crazed.. right?
“Hmm, I understand. What can I help you with.”
“Ah, Mr Kim. let’s get down to it—“ the grinch for a man licks and licks his lips again out of great big habit, becoming nervous of the lingering for just how long it takes this man to get to a point. Many clicks and clattering over the other line.. the older would continue.
“So, I need to talk through some paperwork with you regarding about merging contracts.”
“Go on, sir.” he can’t be this vague.. come on. Shouldn’t he know better than to speak so small about important shit, god help his ticking time bomb for patience being not a virtue.
Ping
If silence could kill it would be deathly here and now, he receives the paper work faxed over. A skim and scan later — Taehyung feels his heart plummet to places beyond his comprehension.
It’s just so now, he realizes your father has been blabbering about whatever this whole time.
“What is this all for?”
His eyes ogle and ogle for more than a few times he could count, reading the bold letters of “Marital License and Contract Briefing.”
“Well if it wasn’t obvious, our dear y/n is going to get married next month. We have set her up with the perfect man who is a well respected hotelier heir, a perfect match for our family.”
Of course.. of course your father would set you up with a person that is in the same position of business as him, you probably had no word or real say in this. God, why does he feel wrath and anger. He wants to rip his hair out straight.
He should be happy for you, your new husband to be probably feels like home in his arms.
So much that he bets he mends you with warm healing long hugs, and utterly disgusting kind smiles that remind you of honey mixed into sweet vanilla, your very two favorite things.
He continued to offer your father a tight-lipped smile as if he could see him through the phone, briefly looking up from the contracts on his computer screen — faxed papers sitting nice and crisped on his desk. He thinks it’s best he ends this call now before he yells off.
“Ok sir, I’ll look over them and we will discuss the terms and things that will be strewn.”
“Oh that is great to hear! I invite you over tomorrow for tea, we will discuss all of the paperwork then. Yes?”
He won’t allow himself to think about that, he will agree just to get off this damn phone call.
“Yes sir, I’ll see you then, good night.”
Click.
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He’s here, he can’t believe he actually came.
Sat in the way too high ceilings for a living area, he will blame it on why he feels this nauseated. God, he knows you live here obviously. It’s been your parents odd and traditional rule until you were ready to move out when they thought it was best, you always said that was why you still stayed with them. What he didn’t know was the bizarre underlying conditions were marriage.
“Ah Kim, here we are.” The meeting begins and ends with the blink of an eye.
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It went awful in Taehyung’s eyes, he really didn’t want to hear about you getting married off for a great three hours. It left the man wanting to seethe and bite his mouth off until the older would finally shut up to take a puff or sip of liquor.
Then on he tried to laugh with your father.. even when it felt as if pearly teeth might crack with only how hard his jaw flexed shut.
Your father welcomes the man to stay over for only awhile longer, he won’t accept it, kindly.
He has to get going.. because someone (Taehyung) couldn’t handle on what all just happened. While the hag of your father thought it was a good idea to step out and take a call.
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15 minutes before
It’s been minutes now and your father isn’t back, Taehyung decides to dwell around with his eyes to gawk at the various family portraits hung from generations before and other astray framed photographs of little you and family.
He has the urge to trace his finger along the frames but he won’t, definitely not now.
“Tae..?”
Like clockwork, Taehyung’s head cocks in nanoseconds to the spiraled staircase you stood by, gripping on the bar to keep stance.
You look gorgeous right now, still the same as before. He can’t help but let his eyes trail over your legs, he’s no better than any other man. He decides he can’t stare for much longer though, clearing his throat to cock his head off to the side in mimicking a fake neck crack.
“Hello.” he decides on, licking lips for the trillionth time and resting hands into pockets.
Your stare doesn’t stutter elsewhere, you copy him yourself — licking lips except only slower and more tantalizing. Or that’s how he sees it. He hated confrontation, one of his favorite things about you though.. is you’d ask too many questions every time you were around. He’d act like he hated it, but bathed in the attention and attentive wide eyes you once had all for him.
It’s only none of the many questions you’d ask would ever provoke the man to deflect, bother him up the wall and make him drop you soon later in his own sheer annoyance like usual. It’s happened to others, he’s an asshole but he could care less because at least he is honest.
Seeing you now gives him bitter sweetness for deja vu, the memory to when he saw you for the first time when you were eighteen — never having an ounce of interest in you then. You were a pesky teenager though, ogling the man like sweet candy for your taking. Nothing unusual he hadn’t encountered before.. only ever moving forward to do his job and ignore it.
That helped some.
Both of you finally interacted properly then when you were twenty, clear that you had matured fast and you were well with holding good conversation. While.. your dear father ran around with his head cut off like a chicken and leaving a bored lawyer Kim to wait for set business meetings to be done, you were lovely company at least.
Then somehow.. something happened, the day where he took your virginity in your childhood bathroom — it was your 21st birthday after all.
It was almost too universal how the world wanted you two to be alone at this awful time. But the moment happened so fast maybe too fast if he wants to dwell on it now, only once comforting the weeping girl that trembled in his arms to have you seconds under his grasp.
You had to, just had to look down at him with those puppy dog eyes choking a mere sob of “Am I not important.. is that what it is Tae?”
God he hated how you said his name, so sweet and quiet. Full of vulnerability and sadness.
He couldn’t allow a pretty girl like you, sobbing over something so minuscule on her birthday, he had a great plan of course. Comfort? No.
Fuck the sadness out of you, it will do you well.
It’s shameful at how he’s too old for your young sweet heart that still had much to see and live.. he’s nothing but rotten fruit at best.
But why did he want to stay selfishly so.
Your eyes did it in for him, they always did..
Corny and sappy he thinks.
He tries to move on with the passing thoughts of why do you need to be claimed now when he was starting to think he could have tried. He hopes you had at least one passing thought yourself of the what ifs and hows.
Present
All but nothing of silence settles between the two of you, no words are exchanged past that.
Eventually steps dissipate further from him to hear, you leave after the stare off you both shared — thankfully your father interrupts.
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It’s been a few hours since you last saw him, you knew way before he was going to dial your phone. Doing exactly this, after your third attempt to ignore the countless calls you press accept to hear the expectant drawl of your name in stupor.
You’re sure he’s grinning dumb and widely boxy, almost as if youth takes over for these very small tipsy minutes. His vulnerability is clearly yours now, it’s so viable at how bad he is vying for attention.
You prepare yourself, clearing your throat and speaking as clear and stern as one could be.
“Hello?”
“Hmmmhmm, hello.”
There’s a pause, awkward, but he’s drunk so he likely doesn’t recognize the rising tension.
“Yes, Taehyung?”
There’s a giggle..? Oh my god he just giddily giggled at your voice. No, no your heart isn’t doing backflips — you’re just concerned.
“At your door, open sesame.” you can hear him try to knock like a madman — even if there’s visibly a buzzer that’s meant to be there so insiders could hear from the size of your parent’s insanely huge home.
Drunk Taehyung doesn’t know that though.
Fuck well, ok you guess. Thank god your father isn’t home for the night — you begin to panic but you can dissolve situations fine, it’s your strong suit or one of the many of them at least.
You practically lunge from your bed to tumble over down the stairs, trying to keep him half entertained while you tunnel yourself to the door before the maids could see the odd sight.
Being quiet as you can be with unlocking the door, Taehyung makes it no issues to pull a dramatic scene. Already seconds in through the door staring you down, like any other would be scared of the predatory stare.
But this is Taehyung, he would never hurt you.
All you can do, Slowly watching him advance at you skittering back until you’re pressed to the wall. He doesn’t touch you, leaned against the victorian wall with each hand on either side trapping you between him.
He won’t stop there yet, drawling your name out in a drunken purr “Aw-huh. Angel, you got yourself stuck..what are we going to do now?" like no moral was ever created — toes curled into wooden floors from the deep baritone voice awakening all of your weaken senses.
You try, trying so damn hard and ignore it.
Staring hard into empty eyes, his bags are awfully visible and you wonder if he’s even slept lately.
You’re so tiny and frazzled by his abrupt actions, feeling him slide a warm hand up to your stomach to trail barely under your tits. The same said empty eyes sharpen at your slip of a pathetic whine, closing you into the wall a tad too close for comfort to make you both bump into each other’s chest.
“Wanna fuck this pretty cunt again.”
His words boom into you everywhere, from head to toe and places you wouldn’t like to acknowledge that throbbed with need. Doomed, definitely, that’s what you are.
You can only exhale feeling a warm shiver travel down your spine from the daring slip of drunken tongue. Able to pull enough strength to squeak a soft response “L-let’s lay down.”
It was your best bet to avoid from ruining your impending future, you won’t allow no more mishaps to happen. It’s all for your father.
He settled off with a hum, you were surprised he’d backed off. Maybe the man recognizing the nervousness in your tone, “Lead the way.”
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It’s quiet now, too tense for your liking but you can’t do anything you think to help the off situation. Laid in your bed next to each other with a foot of space between your bodies.
It’s uncanny how alike this situation reminds you of some movie you watched with the man.
You feel like you’re steps away from saying the infamous line of “Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off.”
You won’t have a second to think longer when the big bear decides to speak up into the unknown of silence that had lasted for a long hour, “I get it.. yeah, you don't love me, big fucking deal.”
Silence, absolutely nothing back.
“I’ll never tell you how I really feel, angel.”
Your breath was being held for seconds until he decides to follow with cockiness, there it is.
Always showing a slip of vulnerability followed with the man being plain rude. It’s the way your eyes roll that cause a gasp to stutter from him, almost like he didn’t expect your attitude nor harsh yet honest reaction.
He won’t comment on it properly, never does.
“Hold me.” he mumbles while simultaneously grumbling, trying his definition in hard to get you closer than whatever.. this is. Your brow ticks at him head shifting to properly face his pouted features from his side profile, feeling up for the need to deny him only a bit.
“What? Stop mumbling.”
He won’t take a pause this time, thankfully.
“Hold me goddammit.” he huffs and puffs out even louder — yet incoherently all in the same breath. Taehyung coughs, trying to clear his throat and mocks you with a roll in his own eyes of annoyance, like you did something.
That time you did “hear” him and you did what was asked by the big grizzly bear, only you turned to him closer now — seeing that wry smile on his cruel but godforsaken pretty face.
The spiral begins, you and him are going to give into this hell of fire.. only letting it grow uncontrollable by the end of night.
Are you going to do well without me?
Are we ever going to be okay?
Will we ever be fine?
You were too good to be forgotten in his heart.
It was too quiet in this room, silent and tense.
Taehyung felt nothing but regret, fucking stupid as he closed his eyes and mumbled these pitiful words.
Stupid, as he continued to speak gibberish into the room. I feel stupid. I am stupid.
You finally give up on the swallowing of the never ending silence and endless mumbling under his breath, tongue dry trying to clear your throat so to maybe finally speak — maybe even summon him back, and he does. It works because he lets his eyes finally open back.
You tug him into your chest wasting no more time when there’s not much, arms wrapped tight around his stiff figure that takes only just a minute to loosen once he realized you weren’t going to push him back anymore.
It’s not much different though, his nails still pierced into his forearm with thin lips folded into teeth to feel anything but what this is right now. You were staring at him, Taehyung, your father’s lawyer, your first crush and realization that you really only like and desire older men.
Now wishing you’d rather have gone to therapy instead of pursue that day in the bathroom.
You don’t mean that actually, you just hate yourself at this very moment and so does he.
But this wasn't the Taehyung you knew, wasn't the same man with styled hair and sultry eyes.. looking now as real life death in your arms.
You weren’t trying to be harsh nor hateful, you were worrying your heart out and confirming all the racing thoughts you have figured to be maybe going on. Only for them to come to life. He looks unreal tonight, almost unnatural from his usual sun kissed skin. No more sharpness to his look, the man looks fucking sick.
You want to coddle him to death, your own heart feels like it’s going to lurch right out from it’s chest by any second now if he keeps looking at you with those sad puppy dog eyes. This was not the look you yearned to see, you hated it all so much.
“Well.” clearing his throat, trying to prove something into air. Maybe it’s a lawyer instinct.
You repeat back to him without a beat to really think, “Well..” you use the same tone of voice but maybe yours wavered more in raw pain. The man wordlessly continued to stare like always, holding your hand tight in his grip in bringing it up to his lips. You should reject his warm touch, leave even, run far.
But why are you still laying here.. melting away.
He was being this gentle and just careful, you would giggle if the situation weren’t tense now.
Long fingers playing with lips, digits ghosting over your cheek with a soft caress. You can’t help but shut your own tired eyes, melting more and more and it was just like that.
His control is gone, so fast and fluidly when your lashes fluttered to cold skin. Whispering his name too sweet and soft almost in prayer.
"We can’t.. it would be wrong.” it’s insane how you knew his intentions from the speed his hands traveled to the material of your night dress.
"So fucking wrong," he becomes almost too ready with heavy pants of hot breath kissing your jaw and neck.
Eager calloused thumbs rubbing circles into your hips that were on the brink of trembling.
You whine at the tone he uses, becoming easy to his invasion "Don't.. don't speak like that." Eyes heavy lidded, lips licking with each breath that exhaled from your stuttering chest.
He wants you dead it seems, feeling up your body more and more by every passing second before easy fingers would get to your chest.
"I'm wrong like that.. you like it," the man preaches with determined digits this time skimming back down onto your hips to hear his favorite strangled whines "you want it.”
"Ah.. T-tae” it’s pathetic.. sounding asthmatic in your own ears from mere fingers grazing you rough.
"Who's married? Certainly not you, yet."
You pause to mull it over, eyes falling into his.
He truly doesn’t care now, past gone. Nothing can stop this — you need him.. your sweet eyes tell almost all too fucking well for him to know.
He's moving on autopilot when he pulls you to him with no awareness of anything around him, the man frenzied with his only living goal to feel you wrapped around him. Whether it be with loose limbs or his all well endowed cock buried deep between warm tightness, he needed to feel you again.
Your gasps fall out too soft to be surprised at the sudden roughness, murmuring whining moans that fell into a mantra of "We can't..” tiny cries that quickly later start falling into hungry kisses while neither of you had an ounce of intention to stop, no matter the end of it.
Lips already collided against each other in a perfect mess of motion, tongues lolled out of your mouthes as the pleasure binds you both.
It’s disgusting now, strings of drool dribbling to your chest from every pause he took to pull and nip. The man grabs your scalp, yanking you head back against his shoulder. Jaw slack open to give him the prettiest mouth for him to gladly spit right down onto your tongue, so pathetic all for his demise.
Doing all the nothing but moaning and swallowing, open mouth with all your might.
Leaving a desperate plea in sparkly eyes while you wait impatient for his next move, you missed him. Eyes yearning and lips quivering, legs shaking so early on and yet.. your spine just might go limp quite soon.
You whine almost instantaneously and nothing less of desperate while the devious man began to nibble harshly down on your neck with small bites of love.
Moving on nothing but anger and bubbled feelings at surface, shoes being removed, with the stubborn zipper of your night dress slipping down from your shoulders as hungry lips explored every inch of skin that became exposed.
So quick, licking a wet stripe down your chest to stomach to feeling you shake with desire and need, tasting the want for you on his tongue.
“Hmm, your poor husband to be.”
He hated that, hated the fact that you were about to belong to someone. He knew he wanted and needed you to feel the burn that he had been feeling for months since then.
"I'm not t-telling," you can barely form a sentence let alone a proper sound that didn’t make you sound out to be like a deprived slut.
The man can’t do much other than scoff, you having the strength to use that reassuring tone— with such a soft tone and bat pretty doll eyes in lost of such easy pleasure given.
Looking this fucking gorgeous and it’s going to be all for someone else, not him ever “I know angel, not with the way i’m about to fuck you.”
Like clockwork you moan like a bitch at that, of course. Feeling him sink razor sharp canines down into the squishy flesh of your stomach.
Uncaring completely for the fresh marks, he would hope in your future meeting with that man.. you wouldn’t become so easy to show yourself off for him. Sliding his fingers from your stomach down over to your cunt, slipping long digits between sopping wetness — sticky as if you already had touched yourself earlier.
He’s growing impatient, on the aspect of stretching you out when he so gladly craves to stuff you four fingers full. But he’s a gentleman at his very best, always calling out for him in non-stop “T-tae..” or better yet “Touch me, I’m sorry, I’ll be good.” without any doubt he would answer “Anything for the angel.”
Your thighs already shake from the burn of /slowly/ fucking yourself on long fingers. Tears streaming, overwhelmed by the burning stretch that comes with each motion, soon quiet sniffles and soft gasps turn into sobbing when the man decides to snake his hand and start to tease and slowly circle your clit.
“So perfect, all for me, hm.”
You nod eager to please, blushing all the way down to your toes. Biting your lip, thoughts not holding very well against the feeling of the eager man’s middle finger now slipping out from you to part your cunt and stroke along the sore slit.
“Patient tonight? You must want it bad.” he sighs almost sounding bored, standing tall over you to undo the belt that once looped through his slacks. Long gone leather abandoned to the floor along with his slacks pooled at his ankles, ready, finally.
“You gotta be nice and quiet for me. Yeah? Can you do that for me?”
You’re way past desperate tonight, choking out a broken “Y-yes, fuck! Please.” wild hips winding up for more of the now lost touch.
The older plays coy, smirking lopsided and lazy, kneeling on the bed to line himself up to the pretty plump cunt. Long digits wrapped around his cock, "Open up for me baby."
She obeys immediately, legs opening wider to shakily wrap themselves around Taehyung’s waist. His hips up to slip his cock into the crease of your folds. Grinding there half tipsy now, leaky tip nudging at your clit.
Not wasting another second, the first push of stretch has you whining his name. Long nails piercing into taut honey skin, cock fucking in ruthless at the long thrusts that heat your core up, forming sweat down his neck and shoulders.
“Goood fucking girl.” He drawls with a husky moan, you want to die at how fucking hot he sounds.
He doesn’t care, going faster to no point of being coherent in your mind. Punishing strokes fucking the life out of you, snapping his cock right into your tight cunt. One hand bruised into your hip while the other slipped easily around your neck just enough to have you alert “Look me in the eyes when I’m fucking you.”
Lashes fluttering half open, looking with a fuzzy minded daze. Knowing you look like a slut, feeling drool drip everywhere along with the slickness between your legs. Coming to the reality you would let him do anything and you’d welcome it.
"Just like that baby, shit, taking my cock so fucking good," he grunts almost feral with every punishing stroke "Y-yes, " tiny voice choking out, slamming into you with hips winding harder if that was even humanely possible "Love it so much, I-love your cock.”
“Who’s a whore, uh? Who’s desperate for cock.”
“Tell me.” he growls slowing the roll of his hips into you to pull a desperate cockslut spill a mess of “Me, me, me.” you’re hyperventilating almost with how good he feels “M-me, I’m sorry!” god, the situation is a mess but he wouldn’t be lying if he wasn’t thinking about filling his load in you and pray to the man above that your birth control didn’t work.
feeling walls grow tighter and tighter, knowing the telltale signs you were about to cum.
“Perfect fucking girl, sucking me so tight.”
“S-stop..” you whine in embarrassment with a broken sob when you feel the devil himself sink deeper, balls deep inside you now.
Back and forth, back and forth.
An addictive dance, once friendly boundaries expanding to something that was speaking what will stay unspoken. Taehyung’s cock sliding so good inside your cunt you were dying with bliss for the night.
He can see you struggle to try and put a hand over your mouth, but the man won’t allow that. Snatching your hand in his grasp “Let her hear," he growls, referring to the maids and starts to fuck the life out of your cunt with no care for how loud you moan or scream.
"Y-your slut," you stutter, feeling him start to raise his hips to meet your weak attempt of grinding back, thrusting upward and matching your sloppy speed. "wanna b-be your slut."
His ego growing higher than before and dick hard as ever, Taehyung taunts, already knowing the answer by your dazed features.
“Oh yeah?” he pants grunting with every roll of his hips, and you can do nothing but give him what he wants. On the brink of tears you whine out broken moans, “So fucking bad, please Tae.”
“Come on." the taller’s strokes turning slow and hard, each one pulling a moan from sweet agape lips. "Cum on my cock.” you’re past coherent, cock drunk with drool slipping down your chin.
The ecstasy bursting through your body at an unimaginable rate,legs feel almost numb, smaller fingers gripping your sheets so hard. Taehyung already knew you would rip them off the corners of your bed, seeing how your own skin burned. Orgasm still sending ripples throughout your tiny body. Shaking as you came down from the high, cock buried deep, cum spilling inside as he keeps your body pressed together, skin to skin. His nose buried in the crook of longer sweaty strands of hair.
You begin to feel the feather kisses he mouthed over the expanse of your neck, his body quivering with the last of his cum filling you up.
“Fuck, yeah, ok.” is all he can do to respond, you can only hum in response as you’re being fucked so mind-numbingly good. Body moving along the bed as you’re fucked open for the year.
Your blissed-out state has the man feeling on top of the world, no case he’s won ever given him this much ecstasy for this feeling of high.
Knowing that the same woman he's been getting off to for months, that was only planned to be handed over to someone else is finally getting fucked. His pretty not so sweet angel drooling all for him, ruined for good by just his cock.
The floaty feeling back to how it was, only stronger than ever, the way Taehyung feels so right up against you.
He comes from his feverish moment of just drilling into you, no awareness for how overwhelming it may be. A smaller hand trying to grab his hand to make him stop, he sees nothing less of rage.
"Move your fucking hand.” he snaps with a hiss, snatching your hand in an iron like grasp.
“only I can touch you like this.” he states, hard and stern as if it’s a plead mixed into question. “Yeah?” of course he has to slap you for you to answer, braindead and cock hungry.
“Yes, all for you!” you squeal, body curling into yourself — he begins to dwell how there is not a real thought behind your eyes but his fingers and cock bearing your only passable thoughts.
He wants to laugh, your poor husband is about to be inadvertently about to be cucked.
You moan at how rough he’s being, every yank, spanking and slap getting you more than riled up. Rambling the typical ‘I love you, I love your cock.’
He’s aggravated, not sure why, deep down knowing. "Look at me and tell me what you want.” no way to receive an answer unless he squeezed a generous hand around your throat.
“Y-you, you, fuck!”
It’s not enough, he wants to laugh at his greediness that will not sate him ever.
Again and again, back and forth. Another slap landed across each apple red cheek, going harder each lashing.
“Again.”
You repeat yourself again, hm, still not enough.
He’s done with himself, frustrated and choosing to vomit his words.
“You’re mine, get that through your fucking head.” his thrusts were past hard and fast, bruising now. He grunted and groaned while you continued to moan and whimper beneath him, going so rough he decided to push your skull deep into the bed. Warm palm covering your face whole, feeling you squeeze involuntarily at being used like an object.
“Atta girl.” He didn't stop, not once. You weren’t asking to anyways just screaming his name for more — no mind here with nodding away into a mess full of bedsheets, trying to wind wobbly hips back on his cock to bounce lewdly.
Taehyung does nothing less but snap sharply against your ass, “So fucking tight, mine."
"C-cum in me tae," you moan, seeing white, reaching down blindly to rub your clit in frantic circles, begging at the idea of the older filling you with his cum. "Fill me up, give-give me a baby."
"Fuuuck," Taehyung growls and groans almost feral "Don't fucking say that shit."
"W-why not?" bratty whines beg “F-fill me up? Don't say that?"
Taehyung grunts, pulling you on him, chest to chest, you clamor to wrap shaky arms around his neck. Fuck, he’s holding you upright, bouncing you straight onto his cock. Falling forward with a squeal, crying in pleasure as the tip of his cock hits your cervix with how deep he is inside.
"Want my cum so fucking bad?" he hums, trying his best to sound unbothered. "I'll fucking give it to you then."
Your legs clamp around his waist as he pounds into you, cock hitting every point inside your body and you’re so close you think you’ll die. You feel Taehyung tense, and then a sudden gush of warmth fill you.
"Fuck me, angel. You feel so good." he gasps through l shut teeth spanking you with every thrust he gave.
At the feeling of him actually listening to what you always wanted, your orgasm blinds you in intensity, the tight coil in your stomach finally snaps. Body seizing, moans loud against his lips, whining a final tired cry to slow down.
The baby clip once stuck to hair now hung loose, the feeling of warm hands kneading hips before he would give harsh slaps to your ass.
"What do you think he would say," he spits out the name with nothing but disgust. “if he saw you like this?" He shifts his hips, "You think he'd ruin your orgasm?" tone patronizingly sympathetic. “Or.. let you cum so prettily, like you always do.”
He tsks at watching how disoriented daze eyes go through the five stages of grief. Writhing in pleasure as eyes fall closed, breath hitched when he finally lays you back down on the bed. Thighs sticky and all, he sighs at the sight.
“Want to show this cunt off to the world."
“Y-you can’t..” you pout, his eyes watching you fall apart all over again at just words being spoken to you.
“Good thing for secrets.” he smirks his mouth almost falling into a snarl, it wasn’t even spoken this would continue. One last time you agreed.. but you want him more than ever even if your situation is doomed.
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“Bath?” he mutters with a whisper of soft kisses to your temple, you nod.
He grabs for his cigarettes, you hand him his lighter and wait until the deed was done so you could put them back off to the side again.
It’s been long since you both have took a bath together. He stretches his arms after he successfully calmed his nerves, you light the stick for him, eyes on him as he throws his head back to inhale. Blowing smoke out, body lazing while it filled with nicotine.
You like calm men, men who dont shout or break things when they’re upset. Men who talked to you in a gentle, low voice telling you what made them mad or what you did wrong.
That’s what Taehyung is to you, that’s what made you fall.. hard. You think it over all again in your current predicament, comfortable as ever.
Veiny caramel hands pulling your hips up in the bath for you to be settled nicely. A warm hand fondles your ass lovingly with his other taking puffs of smoke to inhale and exhale lazily, “My pretty girl.” he smiles lopsided before tugging your wobbly hips back down in relief, enjoying the way you whimpered and whined in your own way of retaliation.
Taking mercy before planting a wet kiss on your shoulder to whisper “I love you, Angel.”
Both of you decide on staying silent. Your back rests against his chest, deciding mutually to speak once the cigarette burnt into ashes.
“Does he make you feel safe, like I do?”
You don’t answer.
“I want you, you’re mine no matter what.”
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You are married now.. being due with a fast wedding to no love involved, business as the main goal.
The meets with Taehyung continue and you two make time to fuck when you can — poor Namjoon.
It hurts he thinks.. hurts so bad. Because he’ll have to look at you every month when you come over to be fucked into whatever.
While he is out handling business, leaving him in the spot to fuck you hard and good like he can’t, at least he tried to convince himself of that for his own comfort.
You keep up with the old routine of pillow talk, just to feel the same mundanity this once all was. You think, he doesn’t care what you speak of after he only just poured his dull sad soul into fucking you.
Not caring at how you talk so highly of your new husband and how well you both are adapting with each other. Rambling all on about your blossoming relationship with him, hearing you nervously speak of the plans on having kids together.
Of course not nervous on his behalf, no, no.
Because you are deathly nervous about if you will be a good mother or not, he knows you will, even if things are like this. You think it doesn’t hurt him, when you say genuinely on how he’ll be the “Cool friend of Mommy’s” to your children.
It drives a knife deep into my heart on how you speak so highly of this new life, how well you are adapting. When.. we could have had this.
“Tae..? You there?”
He’s not caring to respond to your rhetoric question that was all well laced of genuine care and worry, Taehyung can be an asshole just this once.
“Do you know what you are?”
You think this is a game of teasing now, he can tell with that pretty smirk plastered on your gorgeous face “What am I, sir?”
It’s too bad that he’s being genuinely serious.
“You’re my girl.”
You don’t take a second to pause, you play into the narrative with a grin that quickly warped into an innocent and sweet smile.
“I’m your girl, Taehyung.”
He only knew that you meant the world to him.. and he, adored you in his mind until it hurt.
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🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑The sweatshirt
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🏁 Pairings : Charles Leclerc X fem! Reader
🏁 Warnings : none! just fluffy times
🏁 Word Count : 1.7k words (1792 words)
🏁 Author's note : First post! Hopefully you all like it. I am definetly thinking of new things to write so I pray that ya'll look forward to them! Make sure to lilke and reblog (anything is appreciated, but comments and reblogs fuel this sad little writer). Also, peep the word dividers (lana del ray coded) by @plum98! Note that all translations are avaible at the end, via radio comm! Thank you <3
🏁 Music player : The bones by Maren Morris & Hozier
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“Mon amour, have you seen my sweatshirt?” Your fiancé’s voice rung throughout your shared apartment as you stacked the damp plates into the washing machine. The odd clunking of you organising dishes continued as he rushed out of the bedroom passing by the kitchen, where you worked, and towards his office.
“Which one?” You called back, drying your hands on the pale green washcloth that hung from the fitted hook above the sink, the new one! “No, I haven’t seen it, baby, you come back with new sweatshirts every week, just wear another one?” You offered helpfully, bending down towards the indented shelfs within the breakfast bar to grab new hand towels, wanting to replace the one’s that hung, used and abused in the bathrooms.
“But that one is important.” A worrying thud emitted from the home office, which was soon followed by a deep groan from Charles.
You hummed in support, stacking the fluffy white towels in your hands, “Why is it so important?” because! “Because what?” Leaning down to the scented fabric in your grasp, you take a large breath in, enjoying the strawberry scent that emitted from them.
“It just is,” He whined in reply, emerging from the room he had left in disarray whilst rubbing the back of his head, hissing as he pulled his fingers back to check for blood, “Why is my desk so low?”
“I don’t know my love, I warned you when you had bought it in the first place,” You scurry away from the kitchen, wanting to avoid his assessing gaze, lest he find out where his new sweatshirt really was, “Aren’t you just going to Max’s place? Why do you need it?”
“Because he wanted to see- hey...” He cuts himself off with a suspicious lilt in his voice, you try to speed up your efforts seeing the glinting metallic handle of the bathroom waiting for you to escape into, “Amour...” His voice is accusatory but amused, as if he appreciates your efforts to evade him.
“What? Charles I really need to get the chores done; I only have this weekend.” You turn around slowly and watch him approach you, his eyes crinkled with affection. Busted.
“Baby, why do you have my new sweatshirt?” He reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear before resting his hand on your cheek, caressing it with the pad of his thumb.
“’Cause,” You mumble, fiddling with the tag of one of the towels cradled on your chest, “It’s nice,” You shrug, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Even after six years, you found in hard to admit such things to Charles, despite his kind eyes and cute dimples. Emotional affection was hard to extract from your dark, stony heart, so such pitiful attempts at it, such as stealing his sweatshirt and admitting why you did it, was completely out of the question.
“it’s nice?” He cocks his head, like a small puppy waiting for a treat, “I still need it baby, you can have any other one of mine,” He smiles kindly at you, eyebrow arching sympathetically when he feels you bite on the inside of your cheek.
“Of course, amour,” You clear your throat, pushing the stack of toiletries into his chest, before writhing out of the sweater and pulling it over your head, not caring if more odd chunks of your hair had fallen out of the claw clip you had carelessly attached to the strands, “Sorry.”
“It’s okay, Mon ange,” He chuckles when you huff and swap out the items in his hands for the sweater, “I’ll be back in an hour or so, d'accord?” He slips on the article, pulling at the sleeves and adjusting the hood, then taking your face in his palms once again to pull you closer and press his lips against your forehead.
You hum, leaning into his touch, “À toute à l'heure,” You mutter, twisting your head so that you can peck the inside of his hand.
Truthfully, you wanted to jump on his back and order that he take you with him, not wanting to feel the absence of his sunny presence. But you were aware how much he valued his time with his friends, despite his many objections to your conclusion, so reluctantly you waited until you heard the muted click of the electronic lock of the front door before you continued to re-set your beloved home.
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“Je suis à la maison mon amour!” Charles calls out, toeing off his shoes by the door before walking further into the apartment.
“I’m over here!” You call out from your own office, the door slightly ajar, you hear him hum before the tell-tale squeak of the hinges to the foyer bathroom screeches through the hallway, followed by the kitchen tap running. Soon enough, he stepped into the carpeted area of your office, setting down the tall glass of water and a singular pill.
“For your headache mon ange,” He came behind your chair, resting his chin on your shoulder whilst running his hand through your damp hair.
Though to most, it would seem that Charles was being your lovable drug dealer, always managing to drop the singular brightly coloured pill to the side of you whilst petting your head wistfully. When in fact, he knew that after an hour or two of working, your temples would begin to throb mercilessly and you required your prescription, that many were not aware of.
You relaxed in his embrace, your once pin straight spine became slack and your clenched jaw felt numb with his attention, “Thank you, baby.” You twisted your neck, pressing your lips against the scruff on his cheek.
“Are you wearing another one of my sweaters?” He asked, pulling away to rotate your spinning chair so that he could step back and asses your outfit, long black flare leggings with another one of his sweaters. This one, he had ordered from a fan’s etsy account, a large grey body with a small, illustrated version of this season’s current car along with his autograph and name, printed below it.
“You said that I could,” You mumbled inwardly, pulling at the long drawstring that lay on your chest, “I’m not taking it off,” You pouted, tucking your knees beneath fabric so that only your head and red painted toes were visible from beneath the hem.
“And you don’t have to,” He pinched your cheek adoringly, coming to his knees in front of you, so that you were looking down at him from your “dough-ball” position, “But I had bought you a matching one to this, wouldn’t it be easier to just, wear that one? Juste?”
You pushed your mouth into the collar of your sweatshirt, your answer muffled by the thick fabric.
“What was the ange?” Charlese brings his ear closer to your mouth, or what would be your mouth if you would bring it out of your clothes.
“Smells like you…” You admit, eyes wide and unblinking as you wait for Charles to pull away, most likely thinking that you’re weird.
“It does?” He moves his head lower, sniffing the hoodie, “I don’t think so?”
“Yeah, well obviously you don’t think so!” You exclaim, allowing your legs to fall out of the hoodie and popping your mouth out once again. He widens his eyes at your outburst, taking in your teary lashes and wobbling lip, “Baby...”
“I only wear your stuff because I know that you’re busy…” You admit, looking away from his annoyingly understanding expression, “I’m not your only priority and this way-“ you move your arms up, showing off the baggy attire, “I can be close to you even when you don’t necessarily want to be close to me.” You conclude, wrapping your oversized arms around your torso, “And for the record, you smell like caramel and copper.” You add haughtily, up turning your nose.
“Really?” He asks innocently. You nod, one choppy movement before you harrumph and look away from his entertained face.
“Baby. you’re right, you aren’t my only priority. But you’re my first priority. And who said I don’t want to be with you?” He pats your knee, signalling for you to stand so that he can wrap his hands around your waist, pulling you into his chest, “I love you, my baby, and I’m sorry that you had to resort to wearing my clothes instead of just asking me to stay with you.” He kisses the crown of your head, inhaling the pungent smell of your cranberry conditioner.
“I don’t want you to feel bad!” You pull away from him, scrunching your nose at his guilty expression, “I like your clothes, they’re comfortable and I can’t possibly ask you to stay with me 24/7?”
“You can!” He insists, squeezing you ardently, “You’re my fiancé, and about to be my wife, you’re meant to be able to ask me. Because I will always say yes. No matter what.”
“Charles...”
“Amour” He mimics your scolding tone.
“You’re so busy my love, I can’t do that.” You nuzzle your head into his chest, making him laugh at your antics.
“You can-“ He takes your cheeks in his hands, squeezing them together so that your lips pucker comically, he leans down to leave a wet kiss on your lips, “-and if I don’t get such demands from you, I will be very sad.” He pouts down at you.
You sigh, “hmkay.” You manage to speak through your forced pucker, furrowing your brows with concentration. You knew he was merely humouring you, cajoling you like a child so that you would do as he asked, but hey, it was a good enough reason to do exactly what you wanted.
“Mia dolce bambina, così adorabile, non vedo l'ora che tu diventi mia moglie, forse allora non ti sentirai in colpa per avermi dedicato il mio tempo.” He continues to press his lips against yours, making you giggle.
“charmles, too much ithalian,” You lisp through your cheeks whilst squeezing your eyes together, accepting his affection happily.
“Too much Italian? In quale altro modo potrei dirti quanto voglio che tu occupi tutto il mio tempo senza che tu ti allontani da me? Mia timida bambolina, continuerò a ricoprirti del mio amore finché non potrai accettarlo in abbondanza."He grins at you cheekily, watching as you translate it slowly in your mind.
“Babe...” You whine, managing to wriggle free from his grip on your cheeks to hide your face in the crook of his neck whilst wrapping your forearms around him.
“You can have all of my sweatshirts baby, and all of me” He whispers, raking his hands through your hair.
“I love you,” You breathe out in reply, kissing the skin on his neck.
“I love you too.”
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📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion available...over
📻 Kchh...french....to english....over
Mon amour - My love
Amour - love
Mon Ange - my angel
d’accord - All right
À toute à l'heure - See you later
je suis à la maison, mon amour - I’m home, my love
Juste - Right
📻 Kchh...italian....to english....over
Mia dolce bambina, così adorabile, non vedo l'ora che tu diventi mia moglie, forse allora non ti sentirai in colpa per avermi dedicato il mio tempo. - My sweet little girl, so adorable, I can't wait for you to become my wife, maybe then you won't feel guilty for taking up my time.
In quale altro modo potrei dirti quanto voglio che tu occupi tutto il mio tempo senza che tu ti allontani da me? Mia timida bambolina, continuerò a ricoprirti del mio amore finché non potrai accettarlo in abbondanza.  - How else could I tell you how much I want you to take up all my time without you shying away from me? My shy little doll, I will continue to shower you with my love until you can accept it in abundance.
📻 Kchhhhh.loosing sign....al.....kcchh....over and out...
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kevjrr · 1 year
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to answer ur last post we kinda do know what neymar would look like w long blonde hair 🤭🤭
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(sorry i had to)
…I guess this counts huh
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I'VE MOVED BLOGS! if you enjoy this and are looking for more, follow me @formulaforza pairing: c.leclerc x wolff!reader summary: everyone thinks you're secretly dating lewis, you have eyes for someone else. a/n: lol posting this bc I need the satisfaction of finishing something bc the fic I'm writing is making me question life
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Liked by charles_leclerc and 1523 others tagged: lewishamilton, ynwolff sirlewham.fan lewis and y/n: we are just friends. also lewis every time he looks at y/n View all comments charles_leclerc lol carlando.455 CHARLES?? FHFGKFDL WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE pierregassslllyyyyy tell us what you know chuck merc4lyfe idk this feels wack to post billingsdak right?? they've been saying they're just friends for years merc4lyfe even if they hadn't made so many statements about it. the age gap is gross
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Liked by lewishamilton, scuderiaferrari, and 468,295 others tagged: charles_leclerc ynwolff soft launches are out? why didn't you tell me before i planned to post all these pictures over the next six months?? View all comments carmenmmundt soft launch speed run 🫶🏼 mercedesamgf1 nobody move merraribenz WHAT charles_leclerc mon ange ❤️ pierregasly jump scare f1fanpod sir lewis x lord perceval school of thirst traps coming soon?? 👀
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⠀ ⠀ 𝒮𝒲ℰℰ𝒯 𝒫ℰ𝒜 .ᐟ
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꒰ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . . . ꒱ 10.7k word count , bunny hybrid reader , black fem reader [ she / her prnz ] , age gap [ reader is 22 , eren is 37 ] , kind of mean eren at first :3 , mafia leader eren [ loosely mentioned ] , bisexual eren cuz i said sooo , brief male x male scene , lotsa teasing , some pining , oral sex [ r. receiving ] , fingering , anal play [ reader wears a plug ] , g spot milking , creampie , pet name usage [ reader calls eren papa && daddy ] + [ eren calls reader mama, baby, little girl, bun ] !
milkie’z note to you .ᐟ . . . she’z hereeeee ! ! ૮꒰ྀི ´∩∩ ꒱ྀིა i hope u enjoy my luviez 🤍 ! ! ! eren is nothin short of a lovestruck man in luv w his bbie bun :3 Minors Do Not Interact ! !
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“mon ange . . .” dulcet. “ma beauté . . .” faint. “little bun . .” symphonic.
the world is murky — nothing makes sense. you discern blobs and shadows of all shapes and colors, milky and hazy. “hm.”
verity heaves its way toward you slow, moistening your mouth, clearing your vision, relaxing your muscles until you make out the one in front of you — of her. she sits beside you, upon your bed, gentle hand cradling your face whose thumb devotes tender strokes left then right against your cheekbone. “ah,” her voice is quiet. you appreciate that. “there’s our pretty girl.”
“mmm.”
your smile is inevitable. you hide it within the satin case that envelopes your firm pillow, turning your face away from hers to further escape her sweet coo’s. does she want you to wake up or remain sleeping?
“no, no — tch,” she clicks her tongue, leaning over onto you to wrap her arms around your frame and pull you upright as soon as she catches eye of your curled figure stilling itself once more. she ignores your whines and pouts while doing so, “none of that. up. breakfast time, baby.” you’re not a morning person — mikasa knows this. the entire coalition knows this, nevertheless, you’re on a strict schedule. essentially the moment you found yourself branded as theirs, as his, it was introduced to you and maintained.
“jus’ ten more minutes, mika,” you’re sighing sweetly while she tips herself over to grab the tray adjacent from your bed, positioned upon your nightstand. only ten more, that’s all you need. nobody will know.
eyes of softened silver gaze over into yours through pieces of wispy, black flyaways. her hair is up today, in a pretty bun . . you love it like this. “ten more?” she’s given you more time before, made sure you promised to keep it a secret only shared between the two of you and you’re already fully prepared to hold your little pinkie up and nuzzle back down into your warm pocket of comfort, albeit, she’s setting the lap tray down, right over your knees. “gosh, but sash’ already made your favorite roasted potato and chorizo hash and . . mm, berry yogurt? and is that,” she gives a little gasp, eyes focused on the tall, heart shaped glass with a translucent curly straw inside that holds a thick, pink concoction with a sliced strawberry snug on the rim and granola sprinkled upon the surface. “a strawberry banana nut smoothie?”
your eyes are wide, plump lips popped open at the simple rarity. “she didn’t.”
“she did.”
given the amount of times you’ve begged and pleaded and pulled out those big, doe eyes veiled over with dew, sasha has always refused to give in and make it for you on the dime. she saves it for ‘ noteworthy occasions. ‘ your pretty lips are wrapped around the straw without a moment’s hesitation. rich and earthy, sweet and tart, the flavors explode against your tongue and, you think, directly amplify your serotonin levels. “he’s coming back?” you know what this means.
this is a happy drink — your favorite breakfast foods, one of your favorite people greeting you upon the new day’s early hours . .
mikasa’s smile is delicate. she lifts her wrist and looks at her watch — it’s dainty, chain linked, and a glittering gold. it matches the one you’ve seen on annie and pieck. sasha, too. “i’d say in about . . five to six hours, baby.”
your ears, previously flopped against the sides of your head, so long that they graze the hills of your shoulders, shoot up and become erect at the news. “eek!” you’re a happy bun. the feeling overwhelms you, sends trembling jitters up the seed of your spine and throughout the lines of your arteries. your toes wiggle beneath the comforter.
“you have to eat first, though, hm?” mikasa’s knuckle nudges your chin, “brush your teeth, a nice bubble bath . . then i gotta settle you — make sure you’re sated and dolled up.”
you know.
she tells you, he tells you, sasha tells you, connie tells you, everyone constantly lets you know that bunny hybrids, primarily one of your breed, a harlequin dwarf, need special care. your health and strength is of upmost priority above all and you’re required to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner with two snacks in between of your choice, every day, beyond all questions and doubts. you have to maintain your hygiene and the soft, silky coat that covers your tail and ears — which means daily showers and brushings and, to put plainly, you need your little cunt milked.
mikasa makes sure to run it all, step by step.
she gives you time to yourself for your bath. within the jacuzzi tub are soothing salts and lavender scented bubbles. you soak, gladly, wading about, running delicate fingers along the canvas of your skin to massage the powdery, evergreen scent of the lavender into your pores. you exfoliate and you shave, re-emerging from the tub a smoother, softer bunny than before and a short shower is next.
“look at you.” mikasa gives a satisfied hum at the sight of you surfacing from within the interior of the bathroom. “squeaky clean — mm,” she inhales quickly prior to blowing it out. “you smell heavenly, baby.”
you smile, quickly padding over to take a look at the outfits she has laid out nice and neat upon your made bed. there are two options today. the first is a dress — pink and short, puffy and glitzy. layers of tulle make of the flowy bottom, as well as the off the shoulder sleeves that are blown and puffed out. obversely, the second is but a tiny white, lace trimmed, open back crop top and matching tiny, frilly, layered skirt. “this one, this one — oh, mika this one is so pretty,” you grab onto the second. cheeky and cute, you know you’re going to look absolutely precious.
mikasa grabs hold of the dress to go ahead and place it back within your closet. her heels, tall and glossed with a pointed toe, click against the rose colored marble of your buffed flooring. “alright, bun,” she glances at her watch once more, “we’re burning too much time here. need to speed it up a little bit, alright?”
you slip into your robe — the pink, satin one that has your initials embroidered in white along the base and edges of your sleeves hemming prior to taking a seat at your vanity. mikasa come to a standstill behind you. she looks into your eyes through the mirror’s reflection, fingers delicately slipping your bonnet off of your head, careful of the slits made just for your ears.
your passion twisted locs fall past your butt, curled ends nearly skimming the floor. “gentle, mika,” you remind her quietly her through a darling pout. you don’t trust anyone with, much less let anyone touch your hair aside from her and him, even so, never for too long. “my scalp is tender.”
“i know, baby, i know,” her voice is nothing but a low croon as her fingers stroke along your nape. “gonna oil it for you, pin it back some, then place on your pretty tiara, hm?”
she reaches over your shoulder for the tiny, white bottle of almond oil that sits atop your vanity, beside your dozens of liquid blush jars to unscrew it, squeeze the soft cap to fill the dropper then carefully begin to trickle it across your scalp, following the parts of your hair. nutty and cloying, the rich scent of the oil evokes nothing but the sweetest memories of you and him. you love it so much because the smell is almost identical to his own.
it’s been a long two weeks. the way your heart yearns for the man you call your own, solely thine, is bewitching. fifteen days, sixteen hours, twenty seven minutes, thirty two seconds, and counting. you have been ticking down the time to the sheer moments until you found yourself swathed within his arms once more.
the circumstances of you meeting eren jaeger could have been . . . considerably brighter. prior to quite literally being saved by him and his corps of men from an ostensible ‘ hybrid benefactor, ‘ who had been buying said hybrids from adoption centers and selling them off to people looking for especially rare breeds, you never found a home for yourself. and while other hybrids were shipped back to more markedly armed centers that night after an anarchic police raid, you found yourself glued to eren’s side, not letting his hand go for even a moment.
initially irked and snuffy, eren nonetheless understood the trauma you had gone through. kidnapped and held against your will within a cage with three others inside of a mice vermined warehouse akin to a true, rabid animal, he had given you the benefit of the doubt. you were a bit smaller than the other hybrids, and when being questioned by police officers at the scene of the crime, you hadn’t uttered not a word . . gaze simply locked upon the thick, chocolate waves atop of the head of a taller man standing more than eight feet away from you, speaking quietly to the chief.
mikasa had been the one to convince eren to let you stay with them that night.
you suppose that may be the reason as to why the bond the two of you share is nearly impossible to damage. she saw how vulnerable you were — having no family, no friends, not a thing to your name. she took you in, made sure you were fed, took a warm shower, and allowed you to sleep within her bed.
and while wiggling your way into the cushion of her heart hadn’t took much more than a delicate ‘ hi, ‘ pushing and shoving using softened words and little pouts to get a simple glance within eren’s took . . . so long.
the others took an immediate liking to you — distinctly, connie, mikasa, and sasha — him, not so much.
the entire coalition resides upon fifteen acres of land. four manors with two pools, a garden completed with a hedge maze and a lake for a backyard . . . it all belongs to eren. you’d catch eye of him within the chef’s kitchen during the wee hours of the morning when the sun had barely began to rise, casting swirled hues of mint and amber across the skies. he’d be seated at the island, porcelain mug titled at his soft lips full to the brim with sweetened coffee. small, silver wired frames would rest upon his nose bridge and sometimes, a luscious, brindle curl correspondent to the others gathered atop to acquire a messy bedhead would droop down his forehead, nearly touching an eye.
so handsome — you hadn’t wanted a person more until you met him.
for so many dawns, you’d sidle yourself on over to take a seat beside him with a toasted, everything bagel slathered with strawberry cream cheese in hand.
and for so many dawns, he ignored you, busying himself with reading the paper with the only noises cutting through the thick silence being your small munches and the crimped sound of him turning a thin, rippled page while taking a small gulp from his mug.
after emptying it, he’d close the newspaper, fold it underneath his muscled arm, stand, then walk over drop his cup into the sink and tredge himself out of the kitchen — all this done without a single knowledge of your existence.
‘ just leave him be, ‘ sasha would tell you about three months into you living with the eighty personed faction plainly titled jaeger. ( when asked by you why he’d chosen that name to represent himself and his family — slumbrously, he’d mumble ‘ they’re all me, ‘ within the warm cushion of your skin. ‘ i’m them. eins. we’re one. ‘ ) ‘ boss man doesn’t fuck around much. not with people, not with us — his ass is fuckin mean. ‘
he is mean.
you would be the first to greet him after a business trip . . standing at the front door and all, primped and pretty, just for him. he’d barely spare you a glance as he’d sludge in with ten men behind him. you’d begin to wake up earlier than him to hurry down to the kitchen and make his coffee — getting his preference on creamer ( an acquired southern butter pecan flavor ) and sugar ratio ( three hefty spoonfuls ) from sasha. you’d wait for him, happily, might you add, to merely get a ‘ mm ‘ on his way out after he’s done drinking it all.
you think you decided you’d finally had enough come ten months later since you first stepping foot inside of the manor and finding yourself further back from your ultimate goal — him.
eren has his own wing of the house. it’s the west wing and what resides on the west wing are three bedrooms, four bathrooms, an inside pool, personal gym, and library. you hadn’t step foot within his territory until that day — the day you found yourself a little bit more irked with him than the ordinary.
you hadn’t told mikasa about your plan, no. how could you? you think the match that finally lit the everlasting, ticking time bomb that had been your heart was the new, weekly manor gossip. he’d become the subject of it. eren possibly having invite someone over — a guy. no one had seen him before nor heard of him. you even gave your best performance of eye bats and pouts to onyankopon — eren’s personal guard to get some intel on who the person could be.
‘ you’re fuckin precious. ‘ ony had quietly snorted the compliment under his breath while giving your chin a quick pinch. you both stood outside by the pool and he held a porcelain plate, piled almost to the blue skies with gravy smothered short ribs, mac n cheese, and glazed yams. ‘ even if i knew . . . ‘ he had given you a knowing look, one of his eyebrows risen a bit higher than the other and his head tilted. ‘ i couldn’t tell you, baby girl. sorry. ‘
you’d gotten your answer the morning after.
hidden behind the kitchen’s threshold, you watched as eren tongued a young man down long enough for you to not only feel unexacting jealousy, nonetheless, pure, unadultured rage.
you hate him.
you hate him, you do. you repeated the three words while pacing within your room — letting the fresh memory flicker akin to a montage within your brain, over and over.
his arms, his biceps bulging and inked over, unclad from the usual onyx velvet of his robe, instead, all he had wore was a white, muscle tee, and they were wrapped around a slim waist, squeezing tight. his hair had been unusually more messy — as if someone had ran their fingers through it over and over. satin pajama pants, a cerulean blue and striped with thin, white, vertical lines, they hung low on his hips . . the drawstring had been pulled loose.
every, little detail had seemed to construct a rage so robust, so titanic inside of you . . . that you hadn’t even known you stomped your little feet all over eren’s wing to find him until you both came face to face . . .
he had been in his gym, bench pressing what you could slightly read was one hundred and ninety five pounds prior to him catching sight of you through the floor to ceiling mirrors that covered an entire wall. his breathing was labored . . and a thin veneer of sweat laminated his face and chest.
no longer had he been in pajamas — shirt discarded, satin bottoms traded for loose, knee length shorts. you knew that eren had tattoos . . you just didn’t know that there were so . . many. they lined his arms, pecs, most of his abs, his back, neck. they’re all you can focus on as he sat up, still catching his breath while reaching for his phone that laid on the floor by his foot to pause the music that had been connected via bluetooth to his gym’s ceiling installed speakers.
with the new, loud silence had came the thudding of your heart pounding in your ears. you could only stare into the abyss of an even, jade green and he stared back, not making a move to say a word.
“h-hate . .” your voice was stuck within the channel of your throat.
the anger was still there, no doubt about it, albeit, it had seemed as though your brain and mouth hadn’t been on one accord. your little fists balled as the corners of your lips pulled down lower, “i h-hate . . i hate,” it was clear you had started to become a bit frustrated with yourself. you looked down at the padded floor, eyebrows pulled in close. “hate you . . i h-hate you.”
eren hadn’t moved, he only lifted his brows before lifting a hand to scratch his temple. “you hate me?” his voice, quiet and low, made you want to retract your statement.
you watched him put his hands on his thighs, using them as leverage to stand and stretch himself up to his full height. nodding, you hummed a small ‘ mhm. ‘
eren looked at you — really looked at you . . at your small fists, fuzzy pin straight ears, your twitching nose, pursed lips, and trembling eyes.
“hate you,” your voice had been more firm when you repeated the statement and you gazed at him beneath your brows. “. . y-you’re — you just, you’re not a g-good person.”
“yeah? and what makes you say that?”
eren’s nonchalance towards the entire situation had begun to seep through your façade. you find yourself shocked that you had been having an actual conversation with him, for this long, in his gym. “mm,” you lift your head as your face smooths out, into that precious look of dumbfoundment. “you hurt people—“
“—bad ones,” he grabbed his phone and opened it while walking over to a punching bag that hung from a hook near the center of the room. he’d been prepared to press play on a new song, finding himself done with the conversation until he heard you utter something — feeble yet clear.
“. . . but ‘m not a bad person.”
that broke him. he’ll be honest. that one, little sentence right there . . . it affected something inside of him, something that had seemingly been buried deep within his very essence, for years.
he’d taken a large breath inside of his nose, gathering himself prior to turning and taking a quick glance of you. and there you stood, in your thigh length socks, and matching shorts and cami set, printed with clouds and hearts all over — the epitome of everything soft and sweet and good. “yeah?” his interest . . it’d been piqued. “i hurt you, ( ❤︎ )?”
you watched him begin to walk over.
eren found it cute how you tried your best to stand your ground as long as you could, given the amount of shuffles and squirms your body involuntarily released until, as though your natural bunny instincts took over, you take a step back.
eren stopped himself, inches before you.
“i give you food, yeah?” you hadn’t known a voice could be so dark until you heard eren’s. and although you knew his words hadn’t been spoken out of wickedness, how deep his timbre is made it seem so. if his voice could be a color, it’d be the deepest shade of an inky black. a drink, the strongest americano. a place, the furthest depths within the sea. “i clothe you, don’t i? . . i fly people in . . just for you to get your hair done. i let you take the number one defense guard on my team — i let her guard your life, keep you safe, and i hurt you?” he hadn’t risen his tone higher than a whisper and yet you shook as though you’d gotten screamed at.
eren lowered himself down a couple inches, head tilted to get a good look at your pretty face. he wants you to hear him when he says, “i demote my top of the line, defense guard to your fucking cunt - milker . . and i hurt you.”
you covered your ears as soon as the word left his lips.
unable to help it, eren huffed a tired sigh all the while straightening himself back up. “no, nuh - uh,” he took your wrists, using not even a quarter of his strength to remove them from the sides of your head.
he shouldn’t have been staggered at the sight of your pouted lip quivering and glittering eyes, nonetheless, he was. “i hurt you, mm, that’s a strong accusation to make. ‘m gonna need you to back that up with something,” he found himself enamored with your pretty, little face, swathed within sweet gloom and embarrassment. “you gotta tell me how.”
you sniffled. you didn’t want to explain, you hadn’t even wanted to be in his line of sight anymore. “no,” your voice had been a mere grumble as you attempted to snatch your wrist from his hands. “o-off, get off.”
with each passing second, your flailing got progressively worse until ultimately, you’d been a hair away from almost spraining a wrist from how hard you’d been pulling at his restraint. “let me go!” you’d been sobbing as you snatched and tugged and kicked and squirmed. “get — get . . off of m-me . . . now, eren. now.”
with his sudden release came you stumbling a few steps back, spine slamming against the half ajar, glass door located behind you. it slugs shut with a reverberative thud ! and you not only wince from the sound waves of it rattling within your sensitive ears, but, moreover, the aching pain that seems immediately to make home right at the base of your backbone and cotton tail from the collision after how hard you jerked yourself away.
“tch, look at you.” you’d successfully began to piss eren off. how you gathered up the guts to let alone think about stepping foot on his side of the house, insult him, and accuse him of shit he hasn’t done — he doesn’t know. it hadn’t even been this that pissed him off, no, it was you looking up at him with your big, brown eyes, so full of hurt and shame, you refusing to tell him what he had done ‘cause — fuck he wanted to fix it . . he actually wanted to . . . fix it . . .
he’d gotten so used to the quiet mornings you two share, to your pretty face being the first he’d see after an especially long trip or day, he’d gotten used to you. he knows that if he were to let you leave, none of that will continue — fuck no. you’re staring up at him as if he were some kind of monster.
gathering in a deep inhale, eren placed his hands upon his hips, “. . . what’s got you upset.” it isn’t a question, it’s a clear demand. he’s never seen you like this — acting out isn’t what you do. “hm?” his thick eyebrows raised along his forehead and he took one hand off his hip to wave it back and forth — a motion conveying you to ‘ get on with it. ‘ “how’d i hurt you, ( ❤︎ )?”
your next breath is trembly. you look away — somewhere past him while swallowing a mat of saliva that had thickened inside of your mouth from the aching coil in your throat. “. . s-saw you,” you admitted quietly through a mewl. you looked down to your feet, where one of them pressed down on the other. “. . kitchen — with him,” your little toes curled within the soft cotton of your socks. “. . . made me angry.”
with your admission came the sinking feeling of ignominy. he wasn’t yours. you didn’t have the right to be upset. he has his own free will. you knew all of this . . . nevertheless, still . . . you envied what was clear the young man had got from eren the night before — his time, his attention, his touch.
“not fair,” you had snuffled the words quietly while dragging your hand across your fluttering nose. it wasn’t fair at all.
eren thinks that with your avowal came a new revelation.
you really are fucking something.
he looked down at your mean, little pout and couldn’t help but smirk, “. . . you got angry, huh?” his voice was nothing but a quiet mutter. the way your nod came without a moment’s hesitation shouldn’t have been so endearing. “. . you got no right to be—“
you whined, “—i know i don’t. i know but . . ‘s not . . . not fair — you don’t g-get it. you don’t understand—“
“—then help me understand—“
“—you walk around all mean and stupid and big,” your tone rises to a spat though your eyes stay glued to the floor, as if you were a bit scared to gauge his reaction. “you drink your coffee then you get dressed and you leave and i . . i never know when you’re coming back, if you’re coming back and when you do, you always . .” you heave a gentle sigh, fingers beginning to rub at the base hem of your little pajama bottoms. “you always look so . . . good . . and you smell so . . nice and i put on my favorite dresses and skirts ‘cause . . i wanna look pretty for you,” here is where your tone lowers to nothing but a weary blubber. you’re such a crybaby. “and you don’t even notice and you don’t care—“
eren’s arms had been folded across his chest now, “—no, i care,” he casually interjected. “don’t ever think that i don’t. i notice . . and i care.”
you found yourself stumped.
button nose red and leaky, you sniffed before lifting your eyes to gaze up at him. his face hadn’t shown not a single emotion. “liar.”
a handsome grin broke across his lips. it pushed deep smile lines into his cheeks with two, shallow, matching dimples to greet you. “i don’t lie.”
“you’re lying right now . . for no reason.”
“i don’t lie.”
you hadn’t known when he crowded into you, leaving nothing but a silver of space between you both. only a few centimeters of air separated your toes from his black on black vapormax plus’. you refused to back down — keeping your eyes locked onto his. you’re an adamant little thing, he’ll give you that. “if you’re not lying,” you whisper. “. . then tell me . . mm, what was your favorite dress that i wore?”
eren’s eyes squint in the slightest as he gives a sideways incline to his head, “you think i have to prove myself?”
“you’re nothing but a liar—“
“—the light pink one. was so fuckin’ short i could see the bottom of your plump, lil’ ass . . was a bit see through, had fur on the cups, satin trim . . you wore it about six months ago,” his hand lifts to his face so that his fingers can rub across the light shadow of his facial hair making home along jaw. there’d been a hint of a grin on his face once he saw that you had been caught stuck in a dither. “think you paired it with matching heels . . they had fur on them, too.”
that one had also been one of your favorites. when picking it out, you were sure you’d catch his attention that day, however, lo and behold, eren took one look at you and carried on upstairs to his wing.
“lucky guess.”
he began to lean his head further down, “lucky, yeah?”
he brung with him the scent of bergamot, almond, and sweat. tiny pimples rose along the surface of your arms and neck. you had felt your tail begin to shudder. “mhm,” your eyes betray you. you can’t help but take a quick glimpse down to his lips — plush and a pretty peachy - chestnut in tone. “you’re just a jealous thing, aren’t you?” he mumbled, pushing in another step. “i hadn’t known little bunnies like you could get so mean.”
your head turned left then right, “ ‘m not . . ‘m not mean.”
“no?” his voice softens . . it somewhat mocks the tone of your own. “said you hated me, that’s not nice. you don’t think that’s mean?”
“. . . ‘s a little mean.”
he smiles, still inching in, bit by bit, “it sure is.”
when his hand had found the bottom of your jaw, you squeaked. he took it firmly, pressing his fingers and thumb into the area beneath your human ears to drag you in the remaining distance so that your lips could finally meet.
it’d been better than your dreams.
his lips were supple and sleek, and his taste had been resemblant of the coffee creamer — rich and intoxicating though still cloyingly sweet. your act crumbled like an old pastry. you all but melted against him, your little hands pausing midair when reaching for his shoulders to instead gather together and press against your own heart. you found yourself still so shy. what if he didn’t want you to touch him?
even so, as if connected, eren pulled your arms away from one another to direct them around his neck and his own completely enveloped around your back to sharply tug you in. it’d started off as something you only saw in your favorite romance films — slow, steady, and gentle. he kissed you like you both had all the time in the world, as if he never wanted to pull away.
and it could’ve been the way you begun to breathe — heavy and quick — or how one of your hands scrittched at the soft hair sprinkled upon his nape, but gradually, the pace began to quicken.
no longer had his arms hugged you tight, one of them fell so that his hand could slip down to one of your cheeks — he gripped it . . tightly. you gasped, little hand slapping to his shoulder when you felt your nether lips separate from one another at the firm grasp he held you in.
“mm — breathe,” he chuckles softly against your lips, loosening his hold to instead begin to rub soothing circles. “you’re not breathing.”
you suck in a gaping inhale, pulling yourself back to look up at him. eren stares down at you and you take the time to admire him from this close as quickly as you can. you take in the tiny, almost unnoticeable crows feet lines that mark the corners of his eyes, his strong nose and how the bridge of it had been the slightest bit askew, his soft, pretty lips, and how veiled jewels of turquoise swam within the midsts of his eyes, darkening them to an almost teal green.
he smiles — you think you adore his smile the most.
perfectly aligned and a sparkling white. unwittingly, you gather the corner of your bottom lip beneath your teeth, fixated on his more longer, top canines.
“wanna . .” you gathered in a breath. “. . want you to be mine . . and no one else’s.”
it’s all you ever think about. eren, eren, eren. his face plays on a nonstop loop within your brain, you’d begun to doubt that it was healthy, nonetheless, you knew that if you didn’t take the chance on the spot, you’d never get an opportunity again.
calmly, eren replies, “i’ve always been yours.”
your surprise by the statement is palpable. given the circumstances that finally seemed to bring you both together, he’s immediately dusting the memory away. you’ve had him since that night in the warehouse, since you’ve sat down beside him at the island at four o clock in the morning to quietly eat a bagel. he’s always been yours and he’s sure, that you’ll always be his.
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“c’mon, baby.”
mikasa’s voice had been nothing but a gentle croon.
contrarily, against all doubts, you hate milkings. as a bunny hybrid, given your dna, it makes the most sense that your libido, compared to humans and other hybrids alike, is far more extreme. almost everyday your tender, little g spot swells. you have to get it milked, as per the fact in acute cases that you don’t, it could balloon to the size of a particularly large blueberry . . and when that happens no longer can a regular milking get the job done, you have to get hospitalized.
eren’s a busy man.
when he’s home, he takes over all things concerning you. he milks you the absolute best — makes sure to caress his large, roughly padded fingers against that cushion of sensitive tissue and nerves until it’s all flattened out and you’re a brainless, drooling, little mess.
withal, when he’s not here but on a two week long trip in barcelona, patently, he’s unable to help you. he relies on his best worker to get the job done. and that best worker is your mika. following particular cases when she’d be gone, too or sick or, in times when your heat decides to render you insatiable for three days and that little mass incapable of fully going down, when she’s busy, connie’s your next go to.
you adore them, yes, albeit, milkings compel you into a sleepy, boneless lump. “e-eren,” you hiccup your lover’s name while you lay upon your bed, legs pulled up to your chest and gathered within your arms. you have to angle your head more to the side to look at mikasa from around them who stands at the edge, shirt sleeve rolled up to her elbow as she thrusts her fingers in and out of your sloppy, little hole. “. . home. don’t . . want—“
“—you don’t want to fall asleep and miss when he gets here, i know, bunny. i know.” mikasa’s heard you tell her this time and time again. you never want to miss the chance to be the first to run into his arms as soon as he walks through the door. “if i don’t do this, eren’s gonna have my ass and i don’t think neither of us will appreciate you walking around in pain, hm?”
the sounds your pussy makes are . . hypnotizing. your walls work around her fingers, spasming and contracting. mikasa feels your g spot — it isn’t specially puffy and bloated this morning, still and all, she feels the lump. she hones in on it, rubs her fingers back and forth until she feels it slowly begin to soften up.
the way you squirm and cry and weep is adorable. you explained to her one day that it isn’t painful — you’re just really, really fucking sensitive . . it’s as though the pleasure feels too good that it fairly aches and overwhelms your entire body.
mikasa can’t help but smirk a bit while admiring your face. you’re so pretty. your little fingers dig into the plump skin of your thighs, sometimes shoot out to grab onto her forearm and there are times when you’ll randomly shudder and hiccup when she digs in deep for a more better angle. “you’re such a good, little bunny,” mikasa finds it hard to keep her praises to herself when she has you in a position so vulnerable. “tiny cunt’s making such a big mess, though.”
you exude a watery cream. it drips down your hole, smears all over your thighs, gets all over the pink, glass plug whose base is carved into a beautiful rose that protrudes from your cheeks. you wanted to feel extra sweet today.
“t-th,” you gasp as a pulse of slick gushes out from your chubby pussy at the same moment a knock on your door rings throughout the room. “th-thank you, mika.”
she sighs, prior to turning her head over her shoulder, “. . . speak.”
“it’s me.” connie. “this a bad time?”
mikasa looks back down at you. you’re lost within your own world, eyes closed, glossy lips popped open. “no, come in.”
at the sound of the door opening, she waits until she hears it close again and connie’s advancing steps before speaking, “what’s going on? something bad?”
connie comes to a stop beside her. he can’t help but smile down at the picture you make — glimmering tiara pushed aslant atop your head from all your wriggling and whines, your soft, brown skin illuminating with the early morning’s sun rays shining in through your curved windows, that fucking plug. “no, no,” he holds up an envelope between his index and middle finger. it’s wax sealed, with a scripted ‘EJ’ carved within the varnish and written upon the front is a cursive ‘ mein schätzelein. ‘ “for bun. was delivered just now.”
mikasa knows what an envelope means.
and when she gazes into connie’s light brown eyes, she can tell he does, too. with a soft breath, mikasa utters, “set it on her nightstand.”
your hips buck into her palm, “c-cum — mika’, cumming,” you’re sweetly sobbing, drawing her attention to you once more.
“cumming?” she gives you all of it, pressing down on your thighs with her free hand to keep you still when you inevitably begin to thrash and jerk. “go ahead, baby. make a mess,” she leans in to kiss your ankle, consoling you through the paralyzing feeling of your little cunt clenching tighter and tighter until finally, your release is spraying out of that leaky hole, creamy shots pumping out of it second by second. they’re long and hard. she groans quietly at the simple view, pounding her middle and ring fingers inside of you awaiting each pulse as they got weaker and weaker. “there it is — there we fucking go.”
you’re slightly wheezing — inhales strained and thin as you finally allow your legs to fall.
“fuck,” she kisses the sole of your foot.
connie rounds himself back over to stand beside her and does the same, “damn,” he chuckles. “felt good, baby?”
you feel a thousand pounds lighter. you can hear them quietly laughing and conversing between one another as you try to find your manners. you wanted to say good morning to connie, yet, as seemingly always, you find your eyelids getting droopy.
mikasa’s saying something to connie while holding her fingers up — the two that had been inside you. they glisten with your wetness and when she spreads them apart, the sunlight catches open the thick webs that string between them both, connecting the two digits together.
you watch connie grab her wrist, bend his head and slide them past his lips. your little gasp is unheard behind his content hums of satisfaction. “she tastes like a fuckin’ dream,” he mumbles.
mikasa smirks, giving two firm pats to his cheek with the same hand when freed, “lucky eren.”
“lucky fuckin’ eren.”
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my little love,
it pains me to say that i don’t think that i will be making it home tonight. don’t worry. before you drive your little self up a wall, i am okay. i promise. i’ve gotten myself tied into a fickle situation, one that requires too much of my time. believe me when i say that i want nothing more than to come home to you.
i can already see you now. you’re crying, aren’t you? don’t do that to me, baby. if nothing else, i hope you know that i love you with every ounce of my being. i hope you realize your importance not only to me, but to everyone who has been lucky enough to know you. i hope you know that when you’re feeling down, i only ever strive for your happiness, that no matter what, i’m here for you and only you and i intend on staying in your life for years to come if you allow me to. i hope you recognize the fact that i appreciate and adore you without restraints, and that this will never change.
i hope to see you soon, my bun.
only yours,
eren
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you don’t think there’s a word to describe how sad you feel.
you cry for hours upon hours, letter clutched tightly to your chest, curled into a ball, curtains closed, and door locked. thankfully, everyone seems to understand. mikasa tries to coax you out to eat something at least, bribing you with your favorite foods of spicy chicken nuggets in shape of hearts and stars, vanilla cupcakes, or in the extreme case, when she hadn’t heard a word from you in eight hours, strawberry cheesecake blondies.
it’s all no use and no good. you’re a mess.
you cry yourself to sleep when the clock strikes ten. part of you thinks you even stayed up because you thought it’d all been some sort of elaborate prank eren concocted. you should’ve known that wouldn’t have been true. he isn’t the type.
you toss and turn for most of the night, still sniffling, still upset. given his line of work, you’re aware of the fact that it’s only luck that’s been keeping eren alive. for the two years that you’ve known him, he’s never been late or not on schedule. it scares you what he could be dealing with.
a ‘fickle situation’ — the phrase is something that you constantly think over, all the more in your dreams. your subconscious draws up the gold and black handgun you caught in eren’s hand one night as he cleaned the barrel. it pairs it within the hand of a faceless man, holding it to eren’s temple, index finger stable on the trigger which he suddenly pulls with a firm—
you gasp yourself awake. your ears are shot up, pin straight upon your head and when you lift yourself to reach for your bottle of water you always keep nearby, you make out the shadow of a person, standing before your bed.
you scream.
it’s a high pitched thing that echos off of the tall ceilings of your room.
“hey, hey, shh.” the figure quickly rounds your bed to head for your nightstand. you crawl away, fighting to put as much distance as you can between the two of you while your hand blindly reaches for the button installed inside the interior of your drawer to alert mikasa of an intruder.
“baby, hey, ‘s jus’ me.”
your fairly lights twinkle on.
they allow just enough brilliance for you to not strain your eyes and make out a tattooed hand.
“ ‘s jus me . . ‘s rennie.”
you think your mind is playing tricks on you. nonetheless, upon first eye contact, you know that it’s your eren. “ ‘rennie?” your voice is but a mere squeak as you inch a bit closer. “you . . you said—“
“—i know.” that familiar, pretty smile plays on his lips though it’s frayed . . with what looks like pain. you can’t focus on that too much because it’s true. he’s here.
your body all but slams into his as you squeeze him tight enough to bruise, you’re sure. “f-finally,” you hiccup. goodness, you’re crying. you haven’t even realized when you began. “finally back. m-missed . .” you swallow. “missed you so much.”
“ooh,” eren winces though lets himself grab you by the underneath of your butt to hold you in his arms. “missed you so much more, pretty girl. you’ve been good for me?”
he turns and takes a slow seat upon your bed, careful of the gauze and tape wrapped tightly around his torso beneath his heavy trench coat. your face is tucked within the pocket of his neck, though, he feels you nod. he knows what you’re doing — you’re smelling him, trying to work every note within the lines of your veins. “that right?” his voice is but a thunderous mumble. “mikasa told me some things though . . about you not wanting to eat. that’s not very good, mama.”
you sniffle, lifting your head and eren can see the gears churning within that little brain of yours as you bat your eyes away all sheepish and skittish. you do the same thing when you know you did something you weren’t supposed to. “w-was crying all day though—“
“—‘s not an excuse,” he shakes his head, lifting a hand up to clear your soft cheeks from those sticky tears. “you need your health. i need you to be healthy for me. you know i’m getting up there,” he smirks. “gonna be walkin’ with a cane soon. who’s gonna protect me?”
your responding giggle is music to his ears, “y’not that old, ‘rennie. you’re only thirty seven.”
“three years from forty, little girl,” his eyes lift to your tiara. “what’s this?”
“oh.” you follow his sight to reach up and touch it. “i . . i wanted to be pretty . .” your tone softens. “. . for you when you got back.”
now that you mention it, eren could see that your make up had been done. given the amount of crying you were doing, dried mascara had been smeared along your lower lash line but he notices the glitter shimmering beneath it and within your inner corners. he sees the berry toned blush patted along your cheeks and nose and the tiny heart you like to draw on beside your eye with eyeliner. “i see,” eren melts. he can’t help but do so, each time he’s within your presence. you transmit something so calming and sweet, so soothing and precious. he loves it here with you.
eren pats your hip, “stand . . . give me a spin.”
you bite your smile while obeying, careful of placing your feet on the floor. he watches you take a few steps back and grab the hem of your little bottoms to slowly spin on your toes.
“jesus.” eren’s eyes drink you in, bit by bit. he admires your long, almost knee length twists, your breasts that sit pretty and high in that little top, the cute dangling hearts of your belly button chain, that tiny fucking skirt, and the sheer, thigh length socks, trimmed with lace at the edges. “think this is goin down in my top three.”
you squeak, ears quickly rushing up to stand once more, “really?”
“really. c’mere,” two of his fingers beckon you back close. “let me feel.”
he touches your skirt, rubbing the material between his fingers. you look down to watch him. “mm, think ‘s chiffon, ‘rennie.”
“yeah?” he licks his lips, grabbing you by the waist to turn you. “always so pretty,” he leans in to kiss the beauty mark on your hip. “my doll.”
you wiggle them teasingly, reaching your hands back to show your fingers. “got my nails done, too, papa. you like?”
he takes a hand and admires them. extra long and a tapered square. you got jelly pink french tip with white 3d flowers all over and crystals. he kisses each fingertip one by one, “i love.”
when eren turns you back around, you push in close while grinning. you adore him. he always makes you feel seen and heard, he listens to every word that comes out of your mouth, whether meaningful or not. “missed you so much,” you repeat and finally lean in close to kiss him.
eren breathes out a gentle sigh, contradicting his following action as he suddenly yanks you in closer by your thighs. your bedroom is quiet. you both are able to hear the sticky sounds your lips make as they separate and meet again and it all quickly hazes up your brain. it’s been two long weeks since you’ve had eren in your arms . . beside you . . on top of you.
you feel the base of your tail buzzing.
he guides and you follow. when his pace picks up, yours does, too. “so fuckin,” you hear him huff a grunt. “god, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
he stands, not breaking the kiss as he turns and grabs you by the throat before making you lay back down. you’re panting, eyes glossed over as you watch him kick off his shoes and socks then reach for the buttons of his coat.
“w-wanna do it,” you quickly crawl back over to kneel and push his hands away. “lemme.”
eren knows what’s coming when you get it undone followed by his button up shirt. you catch an eye of the gauze around his chest, the speckles of blood that have seeped through and you gape, “. . what happened?—“
“—nothing that you have to worry about,” he kisses your saddened frown off of your lips. you shouldn’t have to stress over a thing.
“does it hurt?”
a fuck ton. “not at all.”
you pout, touching the bandages tenderly. “don’t lie to me, eren.”
he doesn’t lie, nevertheless, he thinks he can get by with this little thing. “i won’t.”
when he kisses you again, he can tell that you’re thinking about it, about him. eren doesn’t like that, not one bit. “ ‘m here, alright?” he lays you back down. “ ‘m alive, i’m with you . . there’s no place else i’d rather be.”
that’s true.
he’s breathing, he’s moving . . he’s okay. you know that he’s in pain, but you also know that he’s stubborn. he’ll never tell you. “don’t strain yourself too much for me, papa.”
your proclamation is laughable because that’s all he ever does. checking himself out of a hospital to take an eight hour flight back here for you, a strain. losing ten men in a bust, gambling with his life to provide for solely you, a strain. but, fuck, if eren doesn’t love it. he’ll do it all over a million times.
he kneels down before you, spreading your legs then lifting them to get a good look at your cunt. your skirt is more of a skort because a piece of fabric acts as a tie between the front and the back of it, holding it in place, as well as shielding your little cunny.
still, he takes heed of how it’s a bit loose. he can push it to the side with no problem and upon him lifting your legs a bit higher, when his eyes catch a glimmer of pink beneath your slowly leaking hole, he can’t help but smile. “fuck,” he breathes and nudges it with a finger. nice and snug. “really went all out for daddy today, hm? missed me that much?”
your nod is immediate, “mhm.”
his thumb barely grazes your slit. he strokes it up and down, looking up at you beneath his hair, “got this little pussy milked today, right?”
you inhale, thumb pulling up to your mouth so that you can bite down on it, “m-mika did it.”
“good girl,” he leisurely coo’s, wrapping his arm around the front of your thighs so that his hand rested upon your tummy. “missed you so much,” he kisses your clit, noting your gasp. “missed this fuckin’ pussy,” one more kiss. “missed makin you cry,” kiss. “makin’ it cream.”
his tongue suddenly being added into the mix makes your entire body jerk. your eyes instantly roll back into your skull while you hiccup on a deep breath, hands reaching for your fuzzy duvet to grip onto.
eren hums, “mmm.” his head sways from left to right and he makes sure to add a bit of force on your stomach to keep your hips from snagging too hard. it’s ‘cause he knows his baby is too sensitive. she can never handle it when it feels so good.
“a-awe, daddy,” you whimper and curl your toes, looking down to find him already staring up at you. his eyes are darkened beneath the few wavy curls that fall across his forehead. they pin you where you are, demanding you to keep watching, keep looking.
he makes sure you see how his tongue, soft, wide, and long, plays with your clit — the tip of it lazily toying with it, flicking the swollen bulb up and down, left and right. you shiver when he suckles it past his lips, pulling the bud tight and drawing his head back an inch with it still in his mouth prior to letting it go with a loud ‘ pop. ‘
the entire sight is so lewd, so filthy.
your cheeks are burning hot as you buck into his mouth, hands releasing your comforter to instead find a wield within his soft hair. “feels so good,” you sniffle, watching his saliva drip generously from his mouth. it’s such a mess — you feel the product of it and your nectar dripping down your stretched rim to the seam of your ass where it all starts to gather upon your bed. “oh g-god, daddy . .” your voice breaks around a pleasured sob. “f-feels so good.”
“taste so good.” his voice is almost two octaves deeper when he speaks again. the timbre sends a warm quiver down your spine to your little toes. “always taste so fuckin’ good.”
he slips his middle finger inside of his mouth for a quick suck before prodding the tip of it at that little hole. eren doesn’t warn you. you’re a good girl, you always take it. he sheathes it deep inside, breathing out a pant when he feels just how warm and soft you are.
just from the first thrust, a bulk of pearly white cream drizzles out of you to your lower rim. “mhm,” eren is chuffed. “you can give me a lil’ bit more than that.”
his tongue returns to your clit at the simultaneous moment his finger starts to work its way in and out of your precious cunt. you’re so far gone already, it’s comical. no longer are words capable of leaving your mouth, you just babble and keen and cry. you find it hard to focus on one thing — his tongue, warm and thick, tracing hearts and letter E’s all over your clit, or his finger, long and clever, prodding deep inside of you, crooking and pumping out all that you have.
“c-cumming,” you gurgle out the word quietly, head lolling onto your shoulder as you try to keep your trembling thighs from snapping shut.
eren hates that — sees it as you trying to keep him from something that was exclusively his.
“yeah?” he breathes. “you askin’ or you tellin’ me?”
oh, god. you can’t. “daddy, p-please,” you sound so fucking broken. eren adores it. “lemme cum?”
“wanna hear that one more time.” he increases the speed of his finger, while using his thumb to stroke your clit in swift, little circles.
you’re cracking at the seams, “please . .” you’re panting, lower half involuntarily jerking. “p-please, daddy . . c-cum. bunny . . w-wants to cum. please, lemme.”
“oh, fuck,” eren groans. how sweet of you. “what a good fuckin’ girl — cum, baby. go ahead.”
it’s prompt. he sees the ribbons of milk drip out of you, gathering on his palm, slipping through the cracks of his fingers. it sounds so wet — nothing but slush , slush , slush.
his cock is so hard that it hurts. “ ‘s my fuckin’ girl,” he utters, pulling his fingers out to quickly rub your clit, enticing the rest of it out. he hears you squeal as your thighs suddenly fall shut, nevertheless of your obvious efforts trying to receive a moment to gather yourself, eren swats a thick smack to the inside of one while roughly pulling you back open. “you know how i feel about that.”
“ m s-sorry, ‘m sorry — d-daddy . . oh, please,” you’re squeaking. it’s fucking adorable.
he pulls his hand away when he deems you as all drained out. “mhm.”
you’re breathing heavily, watching him stand and unbuckle his belt. “ah!” his tone rises when he sees your thighs attempting to close again. you quickly let them fall agape once more. “mhm, there we go. keep ‘em spread wide.”
he kicks off of his pants and his briefs are next to go. eren’s cock springs up against his tummy, hard and aching. your clit thumps at the sight. it’s strong — a thick eight and a half inches with a smooth curve to the left. his meaty tip pulses dribble after dribble of precum and it slowly starts a leak that follows his length, all the way down to his dark balls that hang low. “mmm,” you pull him in when he crowds over you, pushing you further up the bed.
you both kiss again. it’s animalistic this time — tongues swirling, teeth bumping.
“in, papa,” you drag him closer with your ankles to his lower back. “wan’ it deep.”
eren spits onto his hand, stroking it over his length prior to rubbing the underside against your slit for a little more lubrication. “awe, fuck.”
you both breathe and soften into one another, dissolving into the feel of his crown bumping against your fat nub. “so fuckin’ wet,” eren chuckles quietly because he isn’t even in yet and there’s still a loud slurping moistness. “gonna put it in, alright?”
your nod is eager. you hold onto his hair at the nape, staring into his eyes until you feel it — that first breach at the muscled ring of your pussy. your mouth falls and your eyes snap shut as you hold onto him tighter as he slowly works himself deeper inside. “ooh, fuck,” eren sighs, eyes slowly falling closed as he’ll push in an inch, pull back, then push in another.
he does this until his balls meet the glass of your plug with a small ‘ plap. ‘ you feel so . . full. you’re stretched wide and corked stuffed. “don’t stop,” you whisper and lift your legs higher. “daddy, keep goin.”
eren listens. he presses his forehead right up against yours when he starts to move — slow at first until you began to loosen up, gummy walls working around him, massaging and squeezing. “jesus christ,” he moans and gives you a short kiss. “pussy feels like f-fuckin’ heaven, my goodness.”
you whimper with him, feeling his cock pressing against your tummy with each thrust inside. eren doesn’t need you to tell him you want it harder, he reads it all over your face.
“o-oh . . my god!” you yelp out a sweet cry when he finally starts to pull himself out to the tip then slam back in, sending you skin meeting with loud clapping sounds.
eren gruffly breathes out a low, “yeah,” lifting up to grab you by the backs of your knees and press them up against your shoulders. “give it here . . give me my fuckin’ pussy, baby.”
your cunt squelches, beginning to gloss over his dick. you already feel so dizzy and it hasn’t even been longer than five minutes. you’re so needy. it shows in how you hold onto him tight, not wanting him to move a fucking inch. “probably thought about this since i’ve been gone, mm?” eren lets a trickle of his spit fall from his lips to your clit. you don’t need it, already so fucking drenched, but it’s the action of it that turns the both of you on. just fucking filthy. “rubbed this little clit while i was away, baby? be honest.”
you nod, eyes closed with not only pleasure, but from embarrassment as well, “c-couldn’t help it,” you whine. “t-two weeks . . felt like two years.”
so dramatic. eren breathes out a laugh and grabs you by the waist, trusting you to keep your legs right where he had him. “can’t be too mad at’cha . . stroked my dick to those videos you made me a w-while back . . .— mm, shit —“ it’s as though he gets harder and harder with every thought containing and after every sight of you. “—made me cum so f-fuckin hard.”
the curve of his cock bumps against your g spot. it’s so sudden that it makes your shuddering legs, once more, vent shut.
the two swats that fall down on your ass makes you squeak out a long, ‘ ‘rennie! ‘ eren rains down another. “my name?” he tosses both your legs together to one side. if you want to keep them closed, that’s okay, doesn’t mean he’s going to stop, though. you now lay on your left with eren keeping himself above you, knuckles of his fists pressed down within the mattress.
“ ‘s daddy,” you hadn’t known his pace could quicken. tears blur your sight as you bite down on a pillow. “d-daddy, mm . . d-don’t stop, mm — please, don’t stop.”
eren lowers himself down to nibble and suck darling love bites along the curve of your neck, “ ‘m not,” he utters. “n-not gonna stop ‘til you make a mess on my cock, mama. gonna cum on it for me, yeah?”
how quick you nod is cute. “ ‘s all i want,” he groans. “wanna feel you cum on this shit, baby.”
you think it slams into you out of no where, product of his low, smooth voice muttering into your ear. you tremble as you sob and release your pleasure across his dick, feeling it rush down your ass.
eren feels it, too. he lifts up to watch his hips slam into your cheeks, watching thick, white strings web together between your bodies akin to garlands of pearls. “there you fuckin’ go.” he slows himself down, giving you a few moments. “mmm, shit.”
you shudder.
still, eren doesn’t think he’s done with you. he pulls out, helping you slip out of your cute outfit then onto your knees, chest against the bed and back smoothly arched. “good job,” he mumbles, grabbing onto your little tail and giving it a soft squeeze.
you squeal, toes curling.
“stay still,” he quietly demands. “daddy’s almost done, i promise.”
you feel him slip back inside and give a long keen.
eren doesn’t give you time to adjust. he rolls his lips inside of his mouth, honing in on how your ass clapped off of his hips and that plug settled between the soft, fat cheeks. your precious, little tail twitched and shivered the quicker he pounded his dick inside of your sopping wet pussy.
“unh, hm, hnggg — papa, please.”
your knees start to slip. eren yanks you back up. “feels good?”
you nod, sniffling, “t-too good.”
he chuckles, “no such thing.”
he swats your ass before pushing on that plug, tugging it out a bit before slipping it back in. you push yourself further back into him, heedlessly begging for more. fuck, you’re so pretty. you keep that arch for him, reach back to spread yourself further, giving him just the prettiest show. eren’s eyes roll into his head as he tilts it rearward. “f-f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”
you encourage him, panting out a tiny, “cum, daddy. c-cum inside your bunny . . c’mon.”
eren groans, shoving your hips down to flatten you out onto the bed. his thrusts are heavy, sheer brawn swinging beneath them as he forces you to take each one. your pussy aches and his weighty balls taps against your plump clit, sending that familiar knot tightening in your core.
your lover makes you look up at him by grabbing you by the underneath of your jaw and tilting your head back. you make out his dilated pupils and he makes out your drool covered chin, “cum with me,” he utters against your forehead. “come o-on — ooh, fuck — come on, baby.”
you wait until you feel his hips stutter, until you feel his hold lower to your throat for him to grip onto. you cum when he does, voiceless, breathless as you quiver and listen to him moan your name as he loads you full. “u-unh, shit.” eren chokes on his breath, feeling his cock swell against your walls, making sure not a drop of his cum leaks. “be still, bun . . f-fuck — you’re fuckin’ perfect.”
you let your head fall onto the palette of your arms, closing your eyes while breathing. his cum is thick and potent, fills you up just how you like it. “mm,” you simper and relax, feeling him carefully slip himself free. “felt so nice.”
he’s missed you . . so fucking much. carefully rolling you over, eren leans himself down to kiss you softly. “wasn’t too rough, mm?” he pecks a soft one against your twitching nose. “felt good for my baby?”
“so good.”
he always knows just what you want, just how you want it. you let him fall down beside you, making sure to tug you in close to his side while you both breathed. “mm, papa?”
with the new, ticking silence, eren’s eyes slowly close as the chasms of sleep threaten to take him under, “yes, bun?”
“you tired?”
“. . a little.”
when he feels your little hand wrap around his cock, his eyes are wide open. he watches you climb over to straddle him, making sure he gazed at how you rubbed his softening tip up and down that sloppy slit. your eyes sparkle something bright . . — eren’s saw that look before. he sees it every month right before your heat hits.
“can we go one more time?” your pout . . you know he can never say no to it. “pretty please?” you fucking minx.
he gives a tired smile, dragging a rough hand down his face. “mm,” he can’t say no. he doesn’t even want to say it. “go ahead . . hop on, baby.”
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natailiatulls07 · 2 months
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More little sister Leclerc☹️☹️☹️☹️
Pleaseeee
Maybe something where she’s younger like 10 and Charles is like 16 and her parents said she can’t sleep in their room anymore because she’s a big girl so she goes to Charles room…..
Big girl now
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Charles Leclerc x Leclerc!Reader
Summary - Request above <3
Warning - Nightmare
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When Hervé and Pascale had their first child together, Charles Leclerc, they made a promise that they would be stern and loving parents. They wanted to raise their children to be very respectful, responsible and successful people.
So one of the many 'rules' they followed was; Not allowing any of their four children to sleep in their with them after a certain age. What age is that? Five years old.
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01.36am
Charles was sat on his bed, he was watching a tv show whilst also texting with his friends. This was an often occurrence, he's a teenage boy who stayed up all night and slept all day especially now during summer break.
His tv was fairly quiet, even though he was an unruly teenager he respected at least on of his parents wishes - "Be quiet as your sisters room is next door"
The room next door to his was Y/n Leclerc, his five year old baby sister. The light of his life. Every night she is put down to bed for 8.30pm and to wake up at 7.30am.
There was a faint knock at his door. Charles gets up from the comfort of his bed and opens the door gently. Just outside in the darkened hallway is Y/n.
Her hair is crazy, she's clutching tightly to her little teddy bear and there's floods of tears streaming down her face. "Cha Cha?" She whispered.
Instant the sixteen year old boy kneels down. "Que se passe-t-il mon ange?" What's going on my angel? Charles collects the little girl in his arms, thumbs wiping her tears.
"Maman et papa ont dit que je devais être une grande fille" Mommy and Daddy said I had to be a big girl Y/n had yet to learn English, Hervé and Pascale wanted all their children's first language to be French. "Mais c'est effrayant..." But it's scary...
He knew exactly what she was on about, he went through it all with Lorenzo when he was at that age and he did the exact same for Arthur. Charles just picked her up and made his way to bed.
"Veux-tu en parler mon ange?" Do you want to talk about it angel? He knew he had to try, that was how he and Lorenzo would calm down Arthur. But when Y/n just shook her head, Charles knew to not ask again.
Instead Y/n just tucked herself closer to her older brother, muttering softly. "Câlin…câlin" Cuddle...cuddle So thats what he did, Charles held her tightly. Rocking her back to sleep gently.
"C'est bon mon ange…toutes les grandes filles ont parfois besoin de leurs frères..." It's okay angel...all big girls need their brothers sometimes He knew how he had to cherish moments like this because he knows how time flies by.
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amourcheol · 8 months
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paris (teaser)
❝You and Jeonghan, jazz-filled corners, hidden history, and the city of love.❞
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historical! au | exes to lovers! au | angst, fluff, smut | approx. 45k words (teaser wc. 1.4k words)
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s u m m a r y : disgraced by hollywood for the last time, you, a once superstar-turned-alcoholic, escape to the city of love to seek sanctuary from the ruthless tabloids. your sanctuary comes in the form of film noir superstar yoon jeonghan, the enigmatic man who taught you the art of acting, lust and love before your fame. when he asks to meet you once, just like old times, you cannot refuse. what is meant to be a simple date turns into a path of passion, pain and everything that comes with fooling around with your ex in the jazz-filled corners of paris.
c o n t e n t s : actor! mc, actor! jeonghan, mc is incredibly bitter and makes bad decisions, agent! seungkwan who is tired of fixing them, jeonghan is the suavest, sultriest mf, mentions of parisian landmarks in this fic, also a bit of french peppered throughout, greek mythology art references, tons of fluff which is also layered with angst, this will be very hurt-comfort, hella ansgty but will have a happy ending mature warnings -> alcohol consumption and abuse, smoking, this is basically sexual tension with plot, slightly drunk making out, oral sex (f. receiving) unprotected sex (refer point to bad decisions), very soft angsty sex, body worshipping, petnames (chérie, mon ange, darling, angel), overall emotional rollercoaster, more tba!
p l a y l i s t : here!
t a g l i s t : @hyuckworld​ @sysymei @alaypsy23 @belladaises @jjeongddol @sparklyshuji @forcoups @ilovesungjun @wonwoo24 @scandal-in-bohemia @hopefulchick @superbbananananana @onedumbho3 @fragmentof-indifference @cuntycheol @rubywonu @if-i-like-i-reblog @yoonzinoooo @jungwoos-luvr @crookedwolfruins @leclercloverbot​ @alexai (let me know if y’all want to be tagged!)
a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : after three years ... four rewritings later... she may finally see the light ... i am releasing the teaser now but will post the fic when i’m back from holiday! i hope you all enjoy the lil extract <3
read this fic here!
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SHIT. YOU COULD NOT DO THIS TODAY.
Suddenly, you wished he was a mere figment of your imagination, because then he would not have to see you in your drunken, disordered state, looking for art that was not there, looking for the past in the present.
But then he began to move.
This very real presence walked closer to you, and you felt your entire body constricting, because Yoon Jeonghan was in front of you, the greatest star in the world was approaching you, the man of your distant memories was coming too close.
“Wait,” he then said, and your throat was closing up, you were blinking rapidly, chest growing heavy, and you needed him to get away. He came closer, and you knew then and there you were going to die on the cold floor of the Louvre, marble eyes on you—
And then your own gaze was glistening, and when he noticed it became harder to contain yourself. “_____, are you all right?”
“Yes!” you got out, but then you proved yourself wrong when a few tears slipped out, staining your cheeks.
The man wasted no time, closing the last space between the two of you as he reached out. Instantly, you repelled from his touch, almost flinching from his surprise. “No!” you rasped out, bringing out your own hands to create distance, taking a step back. “No, you don’t need to do that…I’m fine.” 
You breathed sharply through your nose. “I am fine.”
Hastily you turned to the empty space where he last was, before you followed him like a madwoman around the hall. He watched you, your back almost to him. “What…what are you…” you paused, trying to normalise your shaking voice. “What are you doing here?”
You could feel his inquisitive stare upon you. “I could ask you the same thing.”
That question was not being answered. “I asked you first.”
Because you could not see him, you were not aware of his reaction. Still, it was enough for him to answer, “Well, in the Louvre, or in Paris?”
You gritted your teeth at that. “I think everyone knows why you’re in Paris at the moment.”
“Do they, now?”
You could not help it.
Casting a momentary glance at him, you were taken aback to find his gaze upon you. “Are you aware, at least?” he asked you.
Despite his simple questions, your impending headache, you had to clamp down on your remarks. “Of course I’m aware,” you muttered. “The papers are all over the press tours you’ve been doing.”
A perfectly groomed brow arched at your comment. “I’m surprised you follow the papers at the moment.” 
You knew exactly what he meant. “One must keep check of the stories they gossip about,” you only said, focusing back on the empty space. “Those journalists cannot be trusted.”
“Hmm…” you heard shuffling amongst his clothes—no doubt crossing his arms. “I have read the stories.”
A scoff. “I suppose you believe them, don’t you?”
He noted the cruelty in your response. The actor did not take it to heart.
“I have always believed in the stories you told me, chérie.”
This time, curiosity controlled your movement.
Curiosity had you turning back, forcing you to observe his expression, catch his lie. 
But you found no deception.
No, there was only sincerity—pure as the moonlight shining on the two of you.
Chérie.
The last time someone had called you such a sweet name was too long ago.
How ironic, that it was the same man beside you who had bestowed you this very endearment.
A shuddered breath left you. 
You could not do this now.
You were going to say as much when Jeonghan interrupted you.
“Were you looking for something in here?”
Your furrowed brows had him humming. “I thought as much.” Gently, he jerked his head beyond your figure. “Strangely enough, I was looking for it as well.”
Confused, you glanced back at the empty space, where that certain, mysterious sculpture was supposed to be. “That is why I came to the Louvre,” you heard him say.
There was still suspicion laced in your features. “How do you know that we are thinking of the same piece?”
That ghost of a smile crept up again. “You act as if you don’t remember.”
Your sigh was a little sheepish. “I do,” you said, reminiscing on the memories. “But the name…”
No matter how hard you endeavoured, your memory of the sculpture was too hazy for your half-drunk mind. 
You searched him for an answer. “I’m sure you have not forgotten.”
“No…I have not.”
You waited. His silence had you insisting, “Well?”
When you saw a slight glimmer in his whimsical gaze, you knew that he had something else in mind. The implications had you biting your lower lip, anxiety blooming.
The nerves grew when Jeonghan spoke.
“I will tell you if you see me tomorrow.”
You blinked back.
“There’s an exhibition opening here tomorrow afternoon,” he continued, taking a step towards you, careful not to startle you again. “It’s centred on the sculpture we both wanted to see, but it’s been moved to another hall.”
He confused you a great amount. “How do you know that?”
His stare went beyond you, to the wall. “It says on the plaque.”
Sure enough—when you looked back, there was the notice. Because your French was adequate at best, you did not understand it fully. You simply had to trust his linguistic abilities.
That you could do—you were aware of Jeonghan’s fluency in the language of love. 
He cocked his head, a few strays cascading the side of his face. “You and I could see it there.”
The offer had shaken you. “Why?”
“Why?”
You knitted your brows suspiciously. “Why do you want to go with me?”
The film noir star watched you then, you shuffling uncomfortably under his scrutiny. God, you forgot how intense his eyes were—in fairness, you had not been the subject of his stares for a few years. 
He locked his gloved hands behind his back. “Because you need a break, _____. From everything.”
He offered you a smile. “Let me be the one to give you that. If only for the day.”
You could have crumbled before him.
It was at this stage you cursed yourself for being in such a state. Perhaps if you were sober, you would have carried on this conversation in a more respectable manner, taken more caution.
It was incredibly difficult, composing yourself around the man.
“I can’t…” you inhaled sharply, trying to form the words. “I cannot do midday…too many people, you know…staring, judging…”
“Ah.” He nodded, parting his mouth in thought. “Then tomorrow night?”
Stretching your mouth, unsure, he assured, “They will not follow you here at this hour.”
“How are you so sure of that?”
This time, he sighed, surprised at your anxiousness. “I see you’ve not changed, then.”
You narrowed your gaze. “What is that supposed to mean?”
But the actor did not seem like he was going to elaborate. 
He instead took another step towards you, a mere two feet left. 
“Do you trust me?”
You tilted your head back. 
What kind of question was that?
Do you trust me?
You did not trust anyone. Not after this whole debacle back home, when almost all your friends within the industry had contributed to your downfall. Hollywood was filled with traitors, the worst being the people who haunted the journey of your disgrace at every moment.
It was impossible to place any ounce of faith in another.
As you watched his eyes settle on you, you noticed an emotion you had not witnessed in forever.
Tenderness.
Tenderness with no ulterior motive—gentle acceptance, as if he recognised your position. As if he recognised your change, the apprehensive nature of your questions, your pauses. It physically hurt being stained with such compassion, when you had been begging for it from the world all those weeks ago.
It hurt, having someone who understood you.
You, however, should not have been surprised.
Yoon Jeonghan had always been like this. Especially when you both were together.
You could have smiled. 
What a time that was.
As if he could read your mind, the film noir star began, “You remember, don’t you? That I’ve never let you down?”
You decided to let yourself slip—you could always blame it on the alcohol. 
“What time do you want me here tomorrow?”
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