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dollypopup · 1 day
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colin bridgerton, they could never make me hate you
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diedoverahat · 6 months
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he’s such a pathetic squirmy worm of a man. i need him under me immediately.
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daddyricsdoll · 7 months
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First ✭ Ollie Bearman
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Summary: Ollie deserved to be congratulated on winning in Monza, and you had the perfect idea.
Warnings: Oral (male receiving), protected sex
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: Based off of this request!
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I watch my sweetheart run onto the podium, a giant smile on his face. I can’t help but smile at him, a small tear leaving the corner of my eye.
All the mechanics surrounding me shout for him and I stand there in solitude, but feeling so many emotions except for loneliness. Ollie stands up tall and straight while the national anthem of the UK starts playing, his eyes fall down and make contact with mine. I send him a wobbly smile and he sends me one back, one that shines and only makes my heart pound more. 
His sweet smile doesn’t just make me feel love, but something else, a feeling in my core ignites and I know just how I will congratulate him. Some splashes of champagne fall on my face and that indicates my exit. 
I bee lined straight to Ollie's driver room and waited there for a few minutes. Sitting on the massage bed, leaning back on my arms and legs a little spread, and finally Ollie walks in.
We gaze at each other for a second before I get up and run to him. “I’m so proud of you” I say into his shoulder, his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly. I move my head back and look him in the eyes, my vision blurred from my unshed tears. But I always manage to find his lips perfectly. 
I go straight into a fervent kiss, one of my hands sliding up to the back of his head. Ollies hands glide down my back and to my thighs, he pulls them up so he carries me, our lips still connected as he walks me back onto the massage table. 
Once I fully land on the table, very slowly I break the kiss. Our breathing in sync, deep and heavy, but we both have the same idea in mind. His eyes flicker away from mine and then fall back. 
“Do you… do you want to do this?” I ask him and watch his head nod up and down, and a little smirk dances on his lips. My hands go to the top of his racing suit and I start undoing it.
Ollie takes a step closer and places his hands on each side of my waist. I give him another little smile as I unzip his suit very leisurely, watching him silently beg me to go faster. 
As I shrug it off Ollie's shoulders he eagerly pulls off the top half of his suit, his hands then return to my waist and under my shirt, caressing my skin. Ollie then starts pulling my shirt up, and it leaves my body, his hands find my hips and he looks at me in awe. 
I pull him in by his fireproof and give him a loving kiss before getting off the table and pushing Ollie into the spot I once occupied. I pull the rest of his suit down and look at the bulge in his pants. 
I pull down the fabric and watch his dick spring up. “Baby, can I?” I look up at him. Ollie gives a short nod and I grab him in my fist, I spit on my hand to make it easier for me and I start jerking my hand up and down. His head tilts up and looks at the ceiling, his hands clenching the table. 
I rub my thumb over the head of his cock, spreading around the precum, my other hand busies itself with his balls, delicately massaging them, hearing the string of moans that leave my darling's mouth. 
Such sounds, I have only just heard, which make me want to reward him everyday, for just breathing and loving me. 
Ollie starts cursing under his breath and between groans, that's when I finally lower my mouth onto him. I circle his head with my tongue and start bobbing up and down. Ollie’s hand dives into my hair and he helps control my pace. 
His sweet accent emits rather salty words when his tip starts hitting the back of my throat. That’s when I feel him twitch inside of me and he shoots his load into my mouth. His heaving fills my ears while I swallow all of his cum, and when I look up at him with watery eyes, he looks down at me the same. 
Ollie’s hands grab my arms and pull me up. “My turn now” He whispers to me and his hands start unbuttoning my trousers. I finish his job while he grabs a condom and rolls it on himself.
I wait for Ollie and then I start taking my bra off, my panties slowly afterwards. I take a step closer to him and he stands up, grabs me and puts me on the massage table. 
He then places each hand on either side of my body, face inches away. “You may have more experience, but I know a thing or two” Ollie’s hands spread my thighs and I lift my legs up a bit to give him better access. As I give him a proud smile, he pushes into me and his groan compliments my whine. 
Ollie stays buried in me for a few seconds before he starts moving again. He finds a good pace with his thrusts and I start moving my hips along with him, taking away some of the effort. 
Ollie starts hitting me in the ideal place and I start praising him, telling him he’s in the right spot and calling him perfect. His pink cheeks and brown eyes ease my breathing, while his thrusts don’t keep a pattern. 
Some slow and deep, the others faster. He leans in and our noses touch, lips barely nanometers away. The feeling in my stomach becomes more prominent and I feel my climax only seconds away. “Are you close Ollie?” 
“I-fuck, yes” My lips part and I tell Ollie I want to cum with him, he nods and hums as a yes. I can feel him twitching in me and it was the last straw before I cum with a loud wail, Ollie curses out and stays balls deep in me. 
Our faces move closer and lips collide, in a soft, secure kiss. Ollie then finally pulls out and throws the condom in the bin. He leaves for the bathroom for a second and comes out with a towel. 
His hands meticulously clean me up with the towel, and he places delicate kisses on the insides of my thighs. Ollie helps me put my clothes back on, and I do the same for him. 
He then sits down on the massage table and pulls me into him, I wrap my legs around his hips and straddle his lap. My face hides itself in his neck and my arms wrap around his body. 
“Thank you for being here, and for…this” Ollie whispers in my neck.
I emit a satisfied hum. “Of course darling, I will always be here.”
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bbyd01 · 4 months
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love💗
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fennekineko · 5 months
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My overprotective Vengeance paladin Terai Enlai: I heard that Astarion. You are treading on thin ice, friend. Nobody insults my baby spooder. Not on my watch.
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oliverapologist · 25 days
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just a little guy!!
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teaforqne · 2 months
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What an eye candy of a man...
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ko-garashi · 2 months
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I have some William Birkin from my emotion chart that I've been drawing lately to fill the time between full-time jobs. I actually really love it. This helps me unload a little on my brain and psyche (and I’ve been having problems with this lately) 🧃
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Also, here’s my recommendation - I discovered the wonderful Jann here. Listen to songs "Promise" and "One missed call". For me personally, it just opened a portal into the relationship between Albert and William. You can open Jann’s work however you like. He's really very talented.
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badagirl · 5 months
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she is such a cornball 😭 i love her
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master-xochimilli · 1 month
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Falling peacefully asleep thinking of their face, their voice, their heart, their brain, the way they breath, the way their eyes glow, and that smile they give me, and how I'll get to wake up and see and talk and be with them all over again tomorrow like I always do
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karenlous-blog · 5 months
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He's such a handsome man
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icecream-headaches · 5 months
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nikonatalas · 5 months
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Sweetheart from omori !!
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citrusdevilsyndrome · 2 months
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my son
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teaforqne · 2 months
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Sometimes it makes me sad to think that people might not value Jonesy as an artist himself, but simply as someone in the background, the Led Zeppelin bassist and nothing more.
Maybe I'm just making myself angry over things that aren't there lol, but idk I just wish I could infodump everyone about John Paul Jones' musical genius as a bassist, keyboardist and producer (and more).
Jonesy my beloved ♡
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