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thatsdemko · 10 months

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the ways in which Charles shows you he loves you - c.leclerc

pairings: charles leclerc x reader

warnings: fluff + headcanon with scenarios + ig au(creds to Pinterest)

a/n: his is kinda short :/ I have more to come of these xx

- words of affirmation + gift giving

flowers, chocolates, and teddy bears are all things he enjoys giving because of your smile and the warmth he gets in his chest. but he also uses his words with little “I love you’s” or “I’m proud of you”

- helping with your hair

whether it’s box braids, thick curls, or thin layers he’s not afraid to step in when you need him. of course, he always asks if you need help or if it’s okay for him to touch.

“do you need assistance?” he creeps into the bathroom and see you’re struggling with the curling iron. turning towards him you nod and hand him the hot device.

“just don’t burn my hair off.”

- French pet names

“mon amour, did you just say Carlos is better than me?” his blueish green eyes flicker over at you in the golf cart awaiting your turn to tee off. it’s no surprise, carlos is the king of the golf courses always showing off, it’s easy for anybody to look like a fool with him around.

“he’s six strokes under and you’re six strokes above, cha. he’s doing better than us combined.” you giggle gesturing for him to come sit with you while you watch Carlos strategize his next stroke.

“ma cherie, I think you’re right. he could be in the masters if he wasn’t a driver.”

- instagram boyfriend

not only is he the kind to get all the good angles of you, but he definitely comments and/or posts your pictures on his story.

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charles_leclerc: ma belle 😍

charles_leclerc: je t’aime xx

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- touchy

his hand is either always on your lower back or in your hand. some part has to be touching you and right now it’s his hand resting on your lower back guiding you throughout the paddock as he makes quick stops to take pictures with fans.

- picking up your interests

whether it’s reading, crossword puzzles, knitting, or yoga Charles suddenly becomes its biggest fan just to spend time with you.

you’re sitting cross legged on the floor knitting him a new sweater, and he’s watching a YouTube video on beginner scarf patterns. it’s very obvious that he’ll go to lengths to join you in your activities.

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inmyperfectworld · 1 month

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𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘. 🥰🖤

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exo-s-victory-lap · 2 years

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Just had the weirdest interaction I was at the grocery store and a white lady came up to me and complimented my hair and asked who did it. I told her it was me and then she started taking about how she wants cornrows but there's no one around here who can do them (cause i live in the whitest part of the mid-west rn)and she was hoping I had a recommendation.

I don't even HAVE cornrows my braids aren't even CLOSE.

#like i don't even have straightbacks in right now WHAT was she aeeing???#mine #it was all very weird like maam yes your hair is frizzy but you are still white you need a french braid not....cornrows....#white people do not know what they are talking about with hair i stg #djfjfjjddjjfjf one time when i did have straightbacks my white aunt complimented my 'box braids' and i nearly laughed in her face

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blue--ingenue · 10 months

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soft!Sebastian headcannons - part 2

Author's Note: so flattered at the response part 1 has gotten, so here's part 2! i may be projecting a bit with the adhd headcannon, but i swear that boy at least partially has it

he’s incredibly protective of you. after losing his parents, nearly losing Anne, and knowing that you defeated Ranrok alone in fifth year, he vowed to never let any harm come to you. he knows you’re more than capable of holding your own in a fight, and his overprotective streak causes a fair amount of arguing between you both, but it stems from his love for you and desire to see you safe

much of his Crossed Wands fan base consists of younger students (including Lucan) that he’s defended from bullies over the years

absolute caffeine gremlin. drinks coffee when the house elves apparate it onto the breakfast tables, but if he can’t get his hands on a cup, he’ll settle for tea. (this is one of the reasons Earl Grey is one of the first scents you recognize while making amortentia in Potions)

usually doesn’t approve of Garreth’s ‘experiments in class’ (enjoys mischief as much as the young Weasley, but doesn’t want to jeopardize his grade), but once slipped him a few sickles to commission him for an energizing brew

knows how to braid hair, and is pretty damn good at it. Anne taught him how when they were little and he’s been doing it ever since. if MC has long hair, he’s braiding it into a neat french braid before their Crossed Wands match so that it doesn’t get in their face while fighting. some of the boys in his year with fragile masculinity scoff, but when they see half of the students in their year fawning over him. they try to learn how to braid as well

(i’m literally picturing soft Sebastian lovingly braiding MC’s hair with gentle hands before taking his place next to them and absolutely decimating their competition. the complete 180 from tender to lethal has most of the crowd swooning)

is absolutely the little spoon, but will take over as big spoon if you ask him to. whenever he’s stressed or overwhelmed from school (or the danger you often find yourselves in) he just wants to be held

has a major sweet tooth. he always has some sort of sweet with him. whether it’s a chocolate frog, a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans he’s split with Ominis, or a pastry tucked away from dinner

absolutely ADORES museums. his parents used to take him and Anne to wizarding history museums as well as the natural history museum in London. seeing artifacts up close while satiating his thirst for knowledge is his personal paradise

(possibly becomes a museum researcher after graduating. something a bit daring and dangerous that lets him put his dueling skills to use in the pursuit of contributing knowledge to his field)

has some degree of adhd that influences his impulsive decisions, risk-taking behavior, and constant switching from topic to topic. has many detentions from talking while the professor is speaking or engaging in unsanctioned spell work, but it’s not his fault classes aren’t stimulating enough

loves dueling and defense against the dark arts because he gets to engage in hands-on activities after long days of having to sit quietly and still for hours of lectures

herbology isn’t his strong suit, but one day you tell him your favorite flower and he’s determined to grow them for you. a few days later in the undercroft you notice a little self-watering potting table with a few buds poking out from the soil. there are at least five herbology books flipped open to various pages on the exact flower you mentioned with little notes scrawled in the margins

he hands you a bouquet of the flowers once they’ve grown and you swear he looks positively elated

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x y/n #fluff #soft!sebastian sallow

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user-without-a-cool-acronym · 2 months

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New trailer just dropped in french and you know what that means! Time for a new analysis

So we first see the team in cloud kingdom(ignore the notification) and it looks like the mask in the first trailer was indeed Nya, not Jay

Then some clips of Ras, holding a speech to his troops, with Cinder looking devious over there. He seems to be overall much more convinced of Ras plan then Jordana was in previous trailers

Then we have Cinder, powering up what‘s probably shatterspin, already wearing that armorpiece he got in the first trailer and spinning in this gorgeous tornado of red lightning

Afterwards he seems to fly upwards in a cloud of smoke and absolutely punch Wyldfyre into the ground, which is probably where her injury in the other leaks comes from

He then either turns into smoke or leaves a trail of smoke, as he flies down towards her. I feel like we moght be getting into some anime levels of fighting with him and i love it

Wyldfyre hits the ground, which can‘t be good for her health

In a short scene that probably takes place before the battle, on their way to Cloud kingdom, Lloyd says something to Nya (and probably the others off screen)

Glacier shippers are gonna get fed, i can feel it in my bones

Arin and Sora are concerned, while Riyu has officially completed his transformation into a shocked pikachu

And then we finally get a look at the one, the only… PLACE FROM THE BOX OF THE EGALT SET! I‘ve been waiting for so long. We also get a rather blurry look at Egalt himself, landing

Sora and Ryiu are training their balance, which just looks goofy with Ryiu

The others seem to train under Egalt and we finally get a better look at him and OH MY GOSDWFEJHF , this dragon is gorgeous. The beard, the little braids of fur on his neck, THE HAT

Beyblade let it rip! Lloyd, Nya, Kai and Arin seem to be training in some sort of special spinjitzu arena, while Egalt flies overhead

So it looks like Sora isn‘t the only one, who gets one of the new hook pieces. And at least the one Lloyd has, seems to be able to split apart, with a rope made of energy connecting hilt and hook, a lot like the box art on the sets

Rock Cole! Rock Cole! looks like he is fighting in the land of lost things, judging by the background

Another clip of Riyu fighting the wolf warriors in cloud kingdom, the only really interesting thing here is, that the standard wolf warriors seem to use that new dual molded blade piece from the march wave, so that seems to just be a standard weapon

Kai‘s climber mech looks awesome

The shot of the gong being hit in Lloyd‘s vision, which we already got in the first trailer, nothing new here

And lastly an army of wolf warriors in the land of lost things, who can apparently summon their claws out of thin air? That‘s cool i guess

Sp that‘s it for this trailer, really hope some of this stuff is in the trailer reportedly releasing on the 7th and i personally cannot wait for this season

Edit: higher quality clip now available

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flowerandblood · 7 months

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Green Snake, Red Lion (10)

[Slytherin • Aemond x Gryffindor • female]

[warnings: sex content, smut, angst, fluff]

[description: Aemond is a Chaser and captain of the Slytherin team. His biggest rival on the pitch from the Gryffindor team, turned to be his biggest fan, and he hates her with all of his heart. His hatred towards her slowly turns into something else, when she one day stands up for his sister, Helaena. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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The weeks leading up to the Qudditch World Cup seemed to drag on endlessly for him. As he had done during the winter break, he exchanged letters with Solren every day, describing his days and training sessions, however, he was unprepared for how unbearable the longing would prove to be for him.

Every evening he fucked himself with his hand thinking of her, of seeing her again soon, of touching her again. His house, compared to Hogwarts where he saw her every day, seemed empty and cold to him. It was only a few days before they were due to leave that his mood improved, and he could sense a growing excitement in his girlfriend's letters too.

On the first day of the championships, they were to meet in one of the magical passageways in a London phone box meant for visitors from the Ministry of Magic. He spotted Solren from a distance, she was dressed in a pretty summer lightweight strapless dress, her hair tied up in a braid. She couldn't help herself and ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms.

Normally he would have been embarrassed by any physical contact in front of his parents, but Aegon made sure that as soon as he got home, his mother found out that his little brother had a girlfriend, and to top it off, she had already met her. His parents took this news with surprising optimism for him, only pointing out that he should not neglect his education.

Now, however, when he was finally able to embrace her after a month of separation, to smell her hair, her skin, he simply cuddled her tightly into him and for a while they lasted like that.

They let go at last, looking at each other with a gentle expression of happiness, his hand grasped hers tentatively, unable to deny himself her touch now that she was so close. He felt her fingers slip between his and he hummed, following his parents towards a set point.

They entered the phone box one at a time, as there was little room inside. Solren had never travelled this way, so he had to prepare her for what awaited her.

"We'll go inside, you'll suddenly feel like you're falling and you might feel sick. Hold my hand the whole time. Ready?" He asked and she nodded quickly, joy and excitement on her face.

They walked inside and he felt a sudden powerful force pull them up, everything around them became a blur and they were both standing in a different place, all around a giant green field filled on all sides with tents, a loud din, shouts and laughter coming from all sides, people flying on broomsticks and moving their luggage with wands. Solren looked around with her mouth wide open, in her eyes a joy he had not seen before.

"Let's go children, we have tent number 52, the same as always." Said their father lightly.

In truth, his father was only coming to the event to represent the Ministry, and the games themselves did not interest him, but he recognised these outings as their annual family holiday. They moved ahead looking around, the people around them were dressed in the colours of their national teams.

"Who are you cheering for?" She asked him suddenly, squeezing his hand, and he glanced at her puzzled, as if it was obvious.

"The Bulgarians." He replied lowly, and she furrowed her brow.

"What? Apart from being brutal they can't play! They don't stand a chance against the French!" She said with a confidence that amused him and he laughed out loud at her words.

"The Bulgarians are going to smash your French, my little lioness." He murmured, lifting their entwined hands and kissing her skin, wanting to soften his words a little with this gesture. She only burbled upon hearing his opinion, but said nothing more.

They finally reached the tent which, at first glance, seemed small, able to accommodate three people at most. However, when they went inside they saw a huge space divided into several parts with a large living room in the middle. Aegon sighed heavily and immediately fell into a large, soft armchair, closing his eyes.

"I haven't gotten enough sleep." He muttered with dissatisfaction.

Aemond and Aegon shared a common sleeping space, while Helaena and Solren shared their own. The Gryffindor knew, however, that this would not stop him from doing what he was planning and she pressed her lips together at the thought.

The other members of their family wanted to rest, but she, as she had never been to the World Cup wanted to see all the stands at once, and Aemond decided to accompany her.

They moved through the crowds heading towards the very centre of the field, where long lines of stalls stretched around the huge stadium with souvenirs, collector's cards with players from all the teams, posters with moving figures, books about quidditch, with new models of brooms and everything a true fan could imagine.

Solren was enthralled and wanted to approach everywhere. Aemond had never paid much attention to the products they had on sale without collecting such things himself, so he was seeing most of them for the first time too.

"I've been collecting money all month working at my dad's bookshop to be able to buy myself loads of souvenirs here!" She said cheerfully. He muttered at her words and pulled her to him from behind so that she bumped against his body. She glanced up at him involuntarily feeling what was going on in his trousers, his lips against her ear.

"I'm not sure I can take it anymore."

They were both embarrassed and ashamed of themselves as they thought hard about where to hide. There were people all around them, so they decided that if they wanted to do anything intimate they needed to head into the woods.

They went deep among the trees wanting to make sure no one could see them even from a distance. She squealed quietly as Aemond pressed her against the trunk, panting heavily, slipping her panties off her thighs in a quick motion.

"− I'm sorry − I'm sorry −" He breathed out, she heard him quickly unzip his trousers, clamping his hand over her mouth which muffled a loud, surprised moan when she felt him inside her, his nose pressed against her cheek.

His hips began to move inside her greedily, confidently, she panted and moaned into his palm feeling the way his member wonderfully stretched her throbbing, thirsty insides.

She longed for him and thought of him constantly, touched herself with her hand at night, but it wasn't the same. She struggled to mumble his name and he panted with her, his free hand clenched on her hip.

"− fuck, little one − you won't mind if I cum in you, hm? − it'll do you good if you walk around filled with my seed −" He hissed, and she cried out quietly, feeling herself come surprisingly quickly after such a long separation, her walls clenching against him in pleasure.

"− oh, baby −" He exhaled pressing his face against her hair and sighed heavily, his thrusts quick, sharp, their bodies slapping against each other with a loud splash again and again. He moaned low and pressed his lips together as he came, hugging her back, staying inside her as long as his member pulsed inside her.

"− I've missed you so much −" He breathed out with difficulty and a kind of embarrassment taking his hand from her face and she breathed quietly, closing her eyes with an expression of bliss on her face.

"− I missed you too −"

She pressed her lips together as he took hold of her hand after all and they moved back, what he had filled her with starting to flow down under the influence of gravity. She clenched her thighs together looking at him resentfully and he glanced at her with satisfaction.

They spent the day walking around and observing what was going on around them, only returning to their parents' tent for lunch. Solen was excited and told Helaena passionately about what she had seen.

"I'm planning to buy myself some scales with the colours of France and a poster of their Seeker, because she's fantastic. I've also seen some interesting books about Quidditch that you can't get anywhere, but I'm not sure whether to buy three or four." She muttered, thinking out loud, Helaena laughed and grabbed her hand.

Although they went to bed separately, Aemond came into the girls' sleeping area when Helaena was already asleep. Solren flinched when he lay down next to her on the bed, slipping under her duvet, and she looked at him surprised.

"What are you doing?" She mumbled quietly, feeling his hand grab the material of her pyjama shorts and slide them off her thighs.

"Shhh." He whispered and kissed her, then covered her mouth with his hand for the second time that day.

This time he entered her gently, softly, moving inside her in a calm, unhurried rhythm. She knew it was an expression of his longing, his desire to feel her, to be close to her. She felt the heat gathering in her lower abdomen again, her hips involuntarily beginning to respond to his thrusts.

She swallowed loudly, wondering if Helaena had heard the sticky, quiet click and splat each time he slid into her again and she came hard, clenching her lips with difficulty to keep from making a sound.

After he cum inside her he simply fell asleep, embracing her from behind, his soft manhood still deep inside her. She cuddled her face into his hand that was embracing her and fell asleep with him.

When she woke up in the morning he was gone, but she didn't mind. She knew that in the evening he would come to see her again.

She was very excited about the opening ceremony and the first match to be played between Spain and Canada. When she entered the stadium together with Aegon and Aemond she was impressed by its giganticness.

Aemond told her that his father had arranged for them to be seated in the box of honour and there was the best view from there, she squeezed his hand tighter at his words with a squeal of joy.

Aemond had never seen her so happy before, and he himself had never felt better. The three of them sat down, talking excitedly about what they thought of each team and who they gave what chances.

"I think Spain will win. They are fast and decisive, the Canadians are playing a wait-and-see game." Said Solren, Aemond nodded, agreeing with her words this time. Aegon snorted.

"Nothing for them if the Canadians have a better Seeker!"

They paused their conversation and shifted slightly when a married couple with a child sat down next to them, casting them cool, curious glances.

The man had a black staff in his hand, his long light hair reminding her of Aemond's. His wife had a slightly pointed nose, her hair braided into an elegant hairstyle, behind them a small boy, aged eleven at most, his light hair pulled back. The man glanced at them indulgently.

"Ah, the sons of Viserys. And some new friend?" He asked inadvertently, and Solren lowered her gaze, embarrassed, Aemond's hand tightening on hers.

"Mmm." He only replied, looking at him intensely. After a moment, his young son spoke up, watching them curiously, and directed his words to Aemond.

"I have heard of you. You are the captain of the Slytherin team. I'm going to Hogwarts this year and I hope to join the team next year. It's interesting that you can play without one eye. Couldn't you conjure it back up?" He asked as if he were talking about the weather, Solren tightened her hand quickly on his fingers feeling him all solidified in rage.

His father patted him firmly on the shoulder, his wife casting him a quick, disgruntled look at the gesture.

"Draco, behave yourself." He growled, correcting his black cloak with a sudden, displeased gesture.

Solren stroked his hand reassuringly with her thumb, and he let out a loud breath as he stared ahead, his jaw clenched. He heard her swallow quietly and lean towards him.

"Who is it?" She asked uncertainly, as surprised and disgusted as he was.

"The Malfoy family."

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crazychrisl0v3r · 1 month

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𝙩𝙪 𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙞?

(translates to do you love me)

Colour Roles

Chris 🟠

Matt 🔵

Nick 🟣

Y/N 💕

Contents: SMUTT! Chris:dom, reader:sub, use of y/n, p in v, no kink in particular, suggestive language, enemies to lovers, masturbation (fem), fingering, dick sucking, face fucking, overstimulation.

!DISCLAIMER!

If you are younger than the age of 18, it is recommended not to read the following content. If you are uncomfortable with people writing about the triplets this way, click off the page!! This is in English, just the title is French. With that, enjoy my lovelies.

P art 1/1 (Willing to make more if anyone asks otherwise. Send suggestions in my question box!)

chris sturniolo. ive never hated anyone more. his stupid cocky smile whenever we argue about something and he ends up being right, his stupid beanies that he wears wrong all the time and never fixes them, and the way i could want nothing more than for him to fuck me dumb.

ah yes, maybe i should bring up the fact that i’m in love with someone i can’t stand. sure his personality is ass and his incompetence is unbearable, but i’m sure he’s nothing but small. he can’t be. whenever he meets a new girl that he finds at his party his bulge in his pants is bigger than his ego.

i stay sitting here thinking about all of the things he can do to me, however i get snapped out of the trance when the bright light shines in my face. i cover my eyes when it starts to burn. “matt!” i sigh. “move it to the left a little please, i can’t see.” after he moves it, i nod saying a little “thank you” “aw, poor little y/n!” chris says mockingly as i roll my eyes.

“her poor little eyes can’t handle the bright light” he pouts tauntingly. i push his face back lightly and his muscly arm brushes against the dashboard. “shut up chris.” matt rolls his eyes as he gets back into the drivers seat. “do you guys ever stop fighting? like seriously.” “whatever matt, let’s just start the video.” nick says as he adjusts himself in his seat. i’m only ever around chris since nick is my best friend and i’m always with him.

“so!” matt says as he claps his hands together gently. “this Friday’s video is gonna be another smash or pass but this time with celebrities. my eyebrows raise and i smile. “ooh, sounds interesting.” i giggle slightly as i look at nick. “you guys already know that once david harbour comes out, so do i.” we all chuckle for a second. “didn’t you come out in freshman year?” chris says with a smile. “i’ll do it again for daddy david” we all burst out into laughter.

throughout the video, i’ve been staring at chris. the way when he laughs, his arms flex and i can see his muscles. oh and his adorable laugh. “HAHAH!!” when he laughs i can’t help but smile. when he stretches and throws his head back, his hair falling with him and his adams apple poking out. fuck, i can’t get enough. i’m glad nick didn’t notice, but he’s definitely gonna notice while editing tonight.

once we get home, i run into the washroom and close the door behind me, locking it. i sit down on the counter, sighing as i pull down my skirt and panties. i look at the pool created in between my legs and bite my bottom lip, running my fingers up and down my folds. i shudder quietly as i begin to rub my clit trying to suppress my moans. I grip onto the counter with my other hand, trying to stabilize myself.

i slowly insert our finger inside me, curling it up and hitting my g spot. i let m’y head fall back, my two braids falling with it as the black bows on the ends sway. i let out small whimpers as i start to thrust in and out of myself. i my grip on the counter becomes harder when i add another two fingers before i hear a bang on the door. “y/n, you in there?!” i don’t stop. i go even faster even, his yelling my name sounding like music to my ears.

“um, y-yeah!” i yelp and bite my bottom lip, clearing my throat as i try to cover it up. “uhh… you okay..?” my eyes roll back as i continue to fuck myself with my three fingers. “never better!” i shudder quietly as i finish all over my hand, taking a towel and cleaning myself up. i put m’y clothes that i discarded back on and wash my hands. i open the door and unlock it, smiling up at him “someone’s happy, hm?”

i raise an eyebrow as my big doe eyes stare up at him. “what do you mean?” “never seen that pretty smile that big before. at least not at me. you had time to cum, right?” he smirks as he sees the look on my face. that dumb fucking smirk. i turn red and look up at him. “w-what..?” before i can say anything else, he crashes his lips into mine. i grip onto his brown locks gently as i let out a small and quiet moan, covered by the noises of our lips smacking together.

as he kisses me, he picks me up as i wrap my legs around his body. our lips don’t part as we walk downstairs to his room, closing the door behind us. he throws me onto his bed, unbuckling his belt on his jeans. “you never shut the fuck up, do you?” his 9 inches spring out and my eyes widen at the sight. “holy shit.” i mumble as i look at his dick bounce a bit when he walks up to me. he grabs my throat and tilts my head up to look at his eyes. “didn’t your parents ever teach you it’s rude to stare?” he pushes me onto my knees, shoving his cock in my mouth. “about time i shut you up”

i choke around his cock as he face fucks me, shoving it deep into my throat. i moan and gag, taking him as deep as i can. he continues to thrust into my face, his hand finding my hair as he bobs my head. he groans and pauses to throw his tank top to the side before continuing. he throws his head back as his eyes flutter. his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead as his abs glisten. he could never look hotter. i could cum at the sight.

he looks down at me as i look him directly through my lashes, stroking him with my small and gentle hand because i couldn’t fit how big he is in my mouth. “fuck baby, just like that.” he twitches in my mouth, about to cum, but he pulls out with a grunt. he doesn’t want to finish just yet. he gets down at my level, holding my face gently. “you are beautiful.” i smile and blush. “thank you.” “can’t wait to see your face when i fuck you so hard that you can’t walk for days.” my eyes widen and he picks me up like i weigh nothing, throwing me gently onto the bed. i giggle quietly and look at him.

his head sinks in between my legs as he takes off my skirt and tears off my panties. my breath hisses as the fabric tears off of my pussy. before i can speak, he starts leaving open mouthed kisses on my thick thighs. i whine. “Chris, please don’t tease” i get shut up by his mouth on my clit, sucking and liking my nub. i let out a breathy moan as he starts lapping in. between my folds. for some reason, he stops. i pout. “why’d you stop?” i say as i furrow my brows, disappointed that the pleasure that had washed over me disappeared so suddenly. “you want me to fuck you, no?” i nod and he immediately flips me over into his favorite position. face down ass up.

before i can adjust, he shoves his cock in me and deep in. “fuck!” i moan out loudly as he thrusts into me roughly, quickly being hushed my Chris’s veiny hand over my mouth. “shhh baby, you don’t want nick and matt to hear us now. do you?” “N-No.” i moan out, muted by his hand keeping me quiet. he keeps on plunging into me, going deeper and deeper each thrust. I let out hushed moans and whimpers every time his tip kisses my cervix.

i clench around his cock, my orgasm in near sight. “c-coming!! i’m coming!” i manage to get out before creaming all over his cock as my eyes roll to the back of my head. i notice he doesn’t stop, shit, he goes faster. “c-Chris! it hurts!!” he drops my head into the pillow, thrusting with more power as little tears trickle down my cheeks. “oh shut the fuck up and take it.” chris says in a demanding voice. i grip onto the sheets while being railed into. my mind goes fuzzy and my eyes are half lidded. all i can think about is chris’s dick inside my cunt. “fucked you dumb, hm?” he says tauntingly. about to reach my high for the second time, however, he pulls out and finishes on the small of my back. “but i didn’t-“ i get cut off by two fingers being shoved inside me, curling up to hit my g-spot. “Chris!!” i moan out his name, not caring if they hear us anymore.

he keeps on fingering me, leaning down and whispering dirty things in my ear. “someone’s about to cum hm? you’re clenching.” he keeps on talking to me, adding his other hand and rubbing my clit with it. “CHRIS!!!” i say his name again, screaming this time. i cum all over his hands as my legs shake. i collapse onto the bed, my body twitching. he pulls his fingers out of me and kisses my neck soothingly, rubbing my back. “shhh, it’s okay.” he smiles and i look up at him. i cuddle up to him and sigh. “do you love me?” he’s taken aback, as if what i just said is ridiculous. “of course i do. what kind of question is that.” i smile. “i just… we fight a lot.” i look away and fiddle with my hands. he takes my face gently and pulls it towards him. i look up at him with doe eyes.

“we fought, sure, but not anymore. not after this.” he grabs the back of my head with his hand gently and placed a kiss on my forehead. i smile up at him. “okay.”

SMALL TIMESKIP

after cleaning up a bit and cuddling. we both end up on our phones. i see that nick and matt both sent me snaps and i burst out laughter when i open them. i show chris.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo smut #smut

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The dearest guest | T.S

Summary: Tommy promised to attend her birthday party.

A/N: This is for Daisy's (@peakyltd) birthday and followers celebration. I went for the prompt "Is it too late for a birthday kiss?" because I thought it was very Tommy coded, hope you like it <3

The scent of clean bedsheets relaxed her tired muscles, her birthday party was a success, she got many gifts, the cake was delicious and yet, nothing was better than her own company after a long day.

Only one thing was lacking for everything to be perfect, but that, she chose to ignore, aware brooding over the subject would only ruin the special date. It didn't matter, she tried to convince herself.

But it did, she had especially requested Tommy's presence, inviting him personally and in advance so he wouldn't schedule anything else. He said he'd come. He didn't.

It didn't matter, he's an idiot and not to be trusted, she thought, pulling the blanket over her back. However, much to her surprise, the sound of a car parking in front of her house was followed by three strong knocks on the door.

Slowly, she got out the bed, heading downstairs and peeking through the peephole before letting him in. Tommy entered the house slowly, leaning against the wall.

"Seems that you had a big party," he eyed the balloons she chose not to pop in the kitchen.

"Yeah, everyone came, everyone," she cynically smiled, not bothering to hide his absence upset her.

He sighed, staring at her through his eyelashes, it was the closest she'd get to an apology. Tommy reached for something in his pocket, revealing a small white box, the label was covered by a ribbon bow. Without ceremony, he handed it to her.

"Thanks," her eyes widened as she opened the gift, red lipstick in her favorite tone, but what really surprised her was the braid - a french and overpriced one, which only sells on the fancier side of London.

"Here," he started, "let me put it on you,"

Tommy gently took the makeup from her hands, holding her chin between his thumb and index. She tensed up as he stepped closer, minutes ago she was ready to let him go, ending their project of relationship since he didn't seem able to put any effort in it.

But when he looked so focused on her, with dilated blue eyes and a cute pout, she just froze in place. Tommy was a complicated and unpredictable man, she liked him, she liked him a lot.

"There," he said once he was done.

"Uhm, how does it look?" she asked, ignoring the heat on her cheeks.

"Red," he answered, "beautiful,"

A shy smile showed on her lips and quickly vanished, him being sweet by then didn't change the fact he didn't attend her party.

"Is it too late for a birthday kiss?" he flirted.

"Well, it's past midnight so yes,"

Frowning, he slightly nodded, shocked by her rejection.

"Why didn't you come?" she finally asked.

"Love, I-"

"You don't want anyone to know? That we are…something?"

"Michael was arrested,"

Her stomach sank at the explanation, she thought so badly of him and in the end, he spared time to visit even though he was full of problems.

"Tommy, I- I'm sorry," she rested her hands on his shoulders, "I'm sorry, I didn't know,"

His jaw clenched, at this point he should be used to people assuming the worst of him - not that he was a saint - but it still upset him.

"So can I kiss you now?"

With a sly smile, she attached their lips together. Her birthday was officially perfect.

#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic

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