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thotboy-charles · 1 year

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on the weekends.

gr x fem!reader

finally done with the george win smut! sorry it took ages but we made it lol - mentally i am still in brazil. lemme know what you think ily ily ily!!

btw this is not linked to the george fic, this is a standalone! dedicating this one to @wetforwolff and @lovely-leclerc - you asked, you shall receive <3

warnings: 18+!! it’s smut!! bit of fluff, bit of angst, language, alcohol

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you’d anticipated this day for as long as you’d known george. he looked like a winner, walked like a winner, talked like a winner. he fucked you like one, too.

back when you were just getting toto his coffee and george was making powerpoints, you knew this day would come. when you were taking on a bigger role and he was dragging the williams into q3, you knew this day would come. when you were finally at the top of the job ladder, draped in merc team kit in the garage every weekend and he was pulling a top five out of the bag every single time he got in the car, you knew this day would come.

you’d been stood in the back of the garage biting your nails, trying not to draw attention to yourself and your nerves. the humidity drove you insane, but not as much as he did. no one needed to know just how close you and george could get after a long weekend, and now wasn’t the time to publicise it. toto was back at the factory, leaving you exposed; usually you’d hide behind him when things heated up on track. you weren’t supposed to care which merc brought it home p1. a win was a win, a one-two was a one-two, and lewis was on the hunt. fair game. you knew you were fucked when you prayed that car number sixty three would come out on top. you knew it was foolish and selfish but a celebratory night in the sheets boded better than a consolation fuck.

a mercedes one-two and a meltdown at redbull rounded off your weekend perfectly. george had done it, just like you knew he would. lewis had pulled off the recovery drive that added more flavour to his greatness. a perfect day in the office, realised by three trophies to tell the tale.

toto was blowing up your phone. you answered, trying to wade through the masses in parc ferme. you lingered by the scales, pressing the big green button on your phone, toto’s face filling the screen, aged by a lacklustre season, masked by the elation of triumph. you beamed as you rambled about data and upgrades and and told him that you’d try and find george. you didn’t need to look much further.

a large hand ghosted over your waist, a shiver running up your spine and back down again. you turned, breath hitching in your throat. he was breathtaking; sweating, blue eyes clouded red, veins prominent in his trembling hands. his hair was a mess, body shaking from the adrenaline and his smile was so wide, so emotional that you almost doubled over. you couldn’t help but stare at him, at the blood, sweat and tears that had made him great. beautiful bastard.

you very rarely felt small in the presence of a man. you refused to, taking up space was the key to survival in your line of work. but for once, you allowed yourself to shrink, to succumb to it, the size of george. the size of success. he looked different, powerful. your thighs clenched.

all he did was stare back at you, a telepathic communication pinging backwards and forwards.

he was going to ruin you, and you were going to let him.

“are you there? hello?” toto grumbled, too excited to be mad at your ignorance towards him.

“oh- um,” you fumbled, thrusting the phone towards george. “it’s for you.” you smiled. his fingers brushed yours in the midst of the transaction and you shivered again. “someone’s very proud of you.” you murmured, eyes never leaving his.

you let your tongue swipe your bottom lip, hoping he knew that amongst all the chaos, you weren’t just talking about toto. it was dangerous to be so obvious in public, you could do that later, on your knees. with toto harping away in the background, george’s eyes darkened; it was too much, the adrenaline and your double meanings. dark blue eyes mentally undressed you, glancing hungrily over your body, and you felt naked in parc ferme. maybe one day you’d let him fuck you in the garage, you thought. perhaps if he won a title.

“i’ll bet.” he mirrored your action and licked his lips, the quickest wink being thrown at you, the most carefree you allowed him to be in public, and he turned his attention to your boss, who was bellowing away like the world’s proudest dad.

tonight was the night. brazil never disappointed.

hours passed, the muggy afternoon blurring into the hazy night. the champagne flowed, as did a few tears, the man of the moment being carried around on anyones shoulders and hosed down with alcohol. the team had craved this, worked for it, earned it. it was a bit like your relationship with george, really.

you couldn’t take your eyes off him, your entire body tingling in anticipation for later. so when it was finally time to go, you tried to slip away, get back to the hotel as quickly as you could. but of course, nothing ever got past george. he was the right amount of tipsy to grab both of your hands in his, right there at the entrance of the hospitality suite, and insist that you just share his ride back. it was stupid, utterly reckless, but you were the right amount of tipsy to accept.

hands intertwined, you stared at each other some more, until someone cleared their throat and you were being ushered out into the exposure of the paddock.

he didn’t let go and you didn’t make him.

he didn’t leave you any time to go back to your hotel room, coaxing you easily straight back to his. the tension between you was suffocating, it had been all afternoon, but nothing beat the journey from the track back to his hotel.

you’d gotten stuck in traffic, just as you always did in são paulo, which sent hands wandering early, carefully hidden from the driver that had the misfortune of picking you up. he trailed his fingers from your knee and up, up, up, occasionally grazing the fabric of your panties. your thighs would snap shut every time he did, your face a flaming shade of red. you looked out the window with wide eyes, trying to mask the urge to roll your hips, and all he did was stare at you, a devilish grin spread across his face.

you’d hurried out of the car, stumbling into the hotel lobby. you both did your worst at pretending that you weren’t tipsy, straight faces wavering as his hand dipped too low on the small of your back. you gave in, foolish, letting yourself lean into his side, giggling up at him with your head rested against his shoulder. your were caught up in the moment, blindsided by lovesickness, as he guided you into the elevator.

your breathing shook, fingers balled up as you tried to resist the cliche make out session in the elevator. it’s as if he could read your mind, pulling one of your hands into his and intertwining your fingers. he didn’t take it any further, not yet, knowing that no matter what the pair of you may have wanted, there was a time and a place. both were rapidly approaching as the lift reached its destination and you were let loose into the corridor. suddenly, nothing was funny anymore. urgency takes over.

down the corridor, force the key into the slot, wait for the green light. your back is against the door the second it’s been slammed shut. you’re used to this, the sudden pounce of him. your relationship survived on stolen moments and hurried touches, rapid pleasure. it was intense and the need for more fuelled you both because once could never be enough. so when he kissed you, it was quick, carrying the force and speed of a race car. you found yourself realising that for once, there wasn’t a flight to catch, or someone just waiting to interrupt, and your hands flew to his face, taking control of the pace. you deepened the kiss, slowing him down and licking your way into his mouth.

he seemed to get the hint, and you felt the slow press of his body moulding against yours as your lips moved together, nice and deep. it was different. your heart grew about ten sizes, on the verge of exploding for him. you moved across the room in some kind of trance, floating to the bed. shoes were kicked off, merc embroidered shirts discarded in a painful reminder of a pile, unidentifiable fingers working in the darkness to undo his trousers, to tug down your skirt. in nothing but your underwear, you tumbled into bed.

you were a mess of touches in the dark, clambering on top of him, his hands finding your hips. he held you tight, close, encouraging the roll of your hips and you sunk into his body. you could make out his face in the dim light, his shadowy features contorting as he lost any remaining scrap of control.

you were on your back in a blink, kisses pressed to your sternum, over the lace of your bra, peppered down your navel. your panties were peeled off, flung behind him onto the floor, instantly forgotten. he’d been waiting to get between your legs all weekend, desperate for you after the sprint, forced to wait by the reality of your jobs. he couldn’t wait any longer, wouldn’t. he slung one of your legs over his shoulder, open mouthed kisses pressed from your knee, all the way down to your inner thigh, as his arm wound its way around your other leg, spreading you open.

he was ready to dive in when you pushed yourself up on your elbows, one hand reaching down to cup his jaw, making him look at you. his eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why you’d stopped him when he could see just how bad you needed him, the way you glistened for him becoming a familiar, welcomed sight.

“george,” you breathed, “supposed to be celebrating you.” all he did was smile at you, leaning in closer to where you were aching.

“couldn’t have done it without you, sweetheart.” and with that, he escaped your hold, licking a stripe through your folds.

you fell back into the sheets, eyes glazing over and quickly squeezing shut. george was messy with it, licking into your cunt with an enthusiasm that had you arching further and further into him. his large hands gripped harder on your thighs, tightening every time you moaned louder. his tongue swirled across your folds, alternating between long laps and featherlight flicks across your clit, the differing sensations having you embarrassingly close already.

“george, stop, i’m gonna cum. want you in me. please.” you begged, warning him of just how close you were to your undoing, desperate to feel him back on top of you.

he didn’t let up for a second, barely even acknowledged you. all he did was stare up at you, amused eyes twinkling through the darkness as he doubled his efforts. all of the sudden, you were numb with pleasure, writhing against the sheets. your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping at the dirty blonde locks so hard that it must of hurt, but just like everything else you threw at him, he seemed to be enjoying it, humming into your pussy as he helped you ride out your orgasm. it all felt too much, too overwhelming; you didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him even closer.

finally the pleasure began to subside, relief washing over you for barely a second before he was pushing two fingers through your folds. his tongue continued to curl against your clit as he slid his fingers inside you. you whined at the overstimulation, grinding your hips to meet his movements.

“george, i can’t-“ you started, panting, only to be cut off.

“you’re gonna keep coming for me, sweetheart. okay?” he told you bluntly, fingers working into you quickly. “do you know why? because i won.” he smirked, “i won and this is my reward.”

you could already feel your second orgasm building, his words along making you shake, his fingers hitting your spot each time with ease. you were dripping all over him, limp from the pleasure, desperate to cum just so that he’d put you out of your misery and fuck you.

“one more for me, yeah? one more, darling, and i’ll stop.” george murmured, thumb brushing over your clit, fingers beginning a deep grind into you.

“please, george.” you whined, eyes blurry with unshed tears.

he kept going, going, going, until you were shaking once more, seeing nothing but white, hips bucking wildly, uncontrollably. he had his mouth back on you, lips wrapped around your clit and his fingers buried inside of you, until he was sure that you were finished. you laid there lifeless, the aftershocks rocking your body while he licked his fingers clean. your mouth parted at the sight, eyes fluttering shut when you felt his lips working across your thigh, to the crease where your leg met your body, up, up, up, until he was hovering over you again.

your fingers interlocked at the nape of his neck, twisting in his hair to pull him close. he kissed you, ferocious, pulling your thigh over his hip to line himself up with your entrance. your mouths fell open as he slipped inside of you, broken moans tumbling from your lips and into his mouth. you could hear his breath stuttering as he sunk deeper and deeper into you, until his hips hit yours.

“how does that feel, darling? being fucked by the race winner?” george groaned lowly, lips skimming the shell of your ear as he spoke. you tightened around him inadvertently, feeling a rush of wetness at his words.

“so good, you’re so good.” you whimpered, absolutely pathetic beneath him. all you could do was give in, let him have his way with you. it’s what you both needed.

“i know, love. i know.” he muttered, his arrogance as he fucked into you making you weaker and weaker. it was obscene, the way his behaviour was such a turn on to you. if any other man dared to speak that way, so unsubtly cocky, you’d roll your eyes and find the nearest exit. but for some reason, when george did it, you were ready to fall to your knees; you got off on seeing him succeed.

“you feel like fucking heaven.” george sighed, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he slammed into you, rhythm never faltering, hard and deep into your dripping cunt. “all i could think about in the car when i crossed that line was you. knew you’d be soaked for me, darling,” he whispered. “knew it as soon as i saw you after the race, had that look like you were just waiting to be fucked. i would have done it right there, you know, in the middle of parc fucking fermé.”

you cried out, body shuddering at his admission, completely boneless on the bed as he rocked into you. you knew you were close, urgently approaching your orgasm, wanting to get him there too. you could tell he was getting closer to his end, breathing getting heavier, thrusts getting slightly more frantic.

“come on george, want you to cum for me. need it.” you pleaded, nails raking over his scalp and down across his shoulder blades, digging in to leave red tracks down his back. you could feel him tensing under your touch, chest to chest, breath mingling as he pulled away from your neck to look at you. to really, properly, look at you.

something happened, then, that you couldn’t quite grasp. it happened all at once, something changing in his eyes that you knew was mirrored in your own, something that you couldn’t articulate, that you’d never let him see before. you didn’t know if he was feeling it for the first time, or if he was like you, too scared of reality to let it slip through. as quickly as it happened, you were squeezing your eyes shut, overwhelmed by the pleasure of having him on top of you, your legs tightening around his waist, trapping him against you.

you fell apart, levitating somewhere above the clouds, seeing nothing but white. the only thing that brought you out of it, back to life again, was the feeling of his weight crashing down on top of you, not a millimetre between your slick bodies. the groan he let out was carnal, utterly delirious as he came down from his high.

when he kissed you after, making no effort to get off of you, you let yourself have hope for the first time ever.

afterwards, it was quiet. it usually was between you. sometimes there was only time for the quiet moments, no time for whispers across pillows or to be held in his arms. tonight there was time. you could hear his breath slowing, you own heartbeat still ringing in your ears. next, there was the crumpling of the sheets as he turned towards you.

you were laying on your side, facing away from him. you needed these moments after to compose yourself, to take it all in before it was over again, until the next time. his hand grazed your waist, down to where the duvet covered you, grabbing softly at your hip. you could feel his body heat, turning slowly to look up at him. he was resting on his forearm, fingers trailing over any bare skin he could find.

neither of you spoke yet, there was still no need. you curled into him as he laid himself back against the pillows, enveloped in his arms. your head rested on his chest, a sense of total calm settling over you. you dreaded these moments, because it always felt the same. he made you feel safe and warm and relaxed, and it was awful. it was especially awful when there was only one race left before he would disappear off on holiday, and then go back to his family, and you’d submerge yourself in christmas drinks in london and making sure that the w14 wasn’t as god awful.

then, you’d see him again in february wondering if he’d finally gotten a girlfriend, despite that inkling of hope, or if he was bored of your face every time he shut the door of a hotel suite. you were far too scared to broach either topic and somehow he always came back to you. what if he didn’t, though? what then? you’d never be allowed to enjoy him all the time because what if? what if? you were only allowed him on the weekends. he could only be yours on the weekends, when everyone else stopped paying attention. looks shared in the heat of the moment did nothing to change that.

“i meant what i said. couldn’t have done it without you, you know.” he broke the silence, and you were thankful that you didn’t have to do it.

you let his words sink in. you hadn’t been able to before, submerged too quickly into the white hot pleasure to form a coherent thought.

“it’s a team effort.” you whispered. you didn’t move to look up at him. you couldn’t bare it for some reason.

“no. that’s not what i mean.” his voice was somewhat even, only slightly laced with annoyance. george never liked having to over-explain himself, he was very good at making people understand the first time. apparently that had never quite translated to you, too much time spent second guessing him, and more importantly, yourself.

“what i’m trying to say is thank you. for everything. for believing in me.” he murmured, lips pressing against your hairline. his fingers found yours in the dark, lacing them together. “with you, it’s a different kind of team effort. always felt like you were on my side. when i was at williams, when i joined you at mercedes, you always had my back.”

you stayed silent, unsure of what this meant, words being spoken softly into the darkness. it was overwhelming, having him vocalise his gratitude to you, something he’d never really done before.

“always knew you’d do it.” you whispered, words fanning across his chest. it was all a bit too intimate, unfamiliar territory being explored for the first time.

he turned into you, your head no longer resting on his chest, the low visibility doing nothing to hide the desire in his eyes as he leaned in and kissed you. it was slow, soft, that feeling from before nagging at you as your naked bodies moulded together. one hand cupped his neck, the other still held tightly in his.

this never happened after. ever.

how long could it last? slow kisses turned into sleep, held tight against his chest as the night faded into the misery of monday morning, and the weekend was over.

we love an ambiguous ending lol

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thotboy-charles · 1 year

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We have kitty!Nyck, we have bunny!Charles... you know what, they deserve to have a playdate together! They may be horny little pets but they are such good pets, aren't they?

- 🦊

Aw yes!!!! I love this idea so much and you’re so right they absolutely deserve a play date. I’m not gonna mention Pierre in this, but we can do kitty!nyck visiting poly!piarles if you guys want those thoughts later :))

So firstly, they’re both such horny little pets. They’re very good boys of course, but they’re also VERY horny boys.

And they very much feed off of each other? Charles is a pretty shy bunny. He’s very horny but he tries not to be too needy.

Meanwhile, Nyck has no such reservations. If he’s horny, you must immediately be informed and you must immediately help otherwise you’ll have a whiney, horny kitty jumping your leg.

So when Charles is just being a quiet horny bunny, whining softly to himself and rocking against his the floor, hoping you’ll see his desperate and help… Nyck just has to crawl over and lay over Charles, nuzzle his neck and grind their crotches together.

“Having fun?” You ask them.

Charles blushes deep red and tries to hide away in Nyck’s shoulder like he’s been caught. But Nyck isn’t shy at all. He looks at you with a wide smile, maintaining eye contact as he grinds down against Charles.

“Kitty,” you say, “are you being naughty? Are you bothering my good bunny?”

Charles whines when he gets called good. Because yes! Yes he is! Yes he’s also currently grinding against Nyck but he’s a good bunny!! Really he is!!

Nyck nods. He doesn’t even try to cover his tracks.

Of course you just have to help them then, they’re too horny to think for themselves. You make Nyck cum by grinding against Charles, listen to his whines and cries as he uses bunny like he would a pillow.

Then Charles gets a nice handjob.

Except the moment that’s over, Nyck is pawing at Charles’s crotch because he wants something in his mouth? Charles is still sensitive from his orgasm, but he’s a good bunny and so he’ll do whatever you ask.

So nyck kneels and uses Charles like a lollipop and for once your kitty is actually very quiet and well behaved because his mouth is nice and full.

And Charles is just a very sensitive bunny, shaking and whining in your arms.

#ndv #cl

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thotboy-charles · 1 year

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welp. finding out i’m actually ace is. something. considering i have an nsfw blog lmaooo

#it’s not like i can’t enjoy the thought of it #i just don’t a c t u a l l y want to actively participate thank u very much

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thotboy-charles · 1 year

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Ok I've been thinking about boypussy Seb and watersports like? Making him sit in your lap, touching him and fingering him until he absolutely bursts. But it's not a shameful thing, it's just pleasurable because then he gets to come after-- maybe you let him ride your strap after, or just your fingers.

Ooo I love this so much. This is such a good idea oh my god.

So maybe Seb's only job is to hold it for as long as he can? That's all he has to do. He can cum whenever he wants, and he doesnt have to worry about not holding it for long enough. He just has to hold it for as long as he can.

But the entire time that's trying to hold, he's sitting in your lap and you're playing with him. Which makes everything so much harder, of course.

You have him straddle you, so the poor thing cant even press his legs together to try and help himself hold. And of course he cant hold himself using his hands, because your far too busy playing with his pussy for him to be able to hold himself.

So really, all he can do is cling to you and wriggle around in your lap as he tries to hold it, even though he already knows that he won't be able to.

He really does try though, whining and shaking and clinging to your shoulders as you play with him. And you're so mean about it too, playing with his clit and pinching his thighs and even pressing down his tummy to make holding as hard as possible.

Maybe you even have a little vibe to hold on his clit?

Pretty soon seb reaches a point where he wants to cum, and he could, but then he would also pee. He can't cum and also keep on holding.

But you told him to hold!! So therefore he cant cum.

You change your mind though. Seb looks so good and he's doing so well and he deserves to cum and make a mess all over your lap. So you tell him such, gently coax him into letting go and telling him that he deserves it, that he deserves to cum.

And of course when he cums, he also cant hold it anymore and soaks the two of you. He kinda just whines into your shoulder as he lets go.

And then you just have to make him cum again, because of course you do.

#hnghhhh #sv

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thotboy-charles · 1 year

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Can I combine two? Bc I wanna see boypussy pierre in chastity while he eats you out. Maybe even with a little vibe that never gets high enough to satisfy him?

Oh god I love this. Also as a Sidenote, you can absolutely combine two. This is the last day for kinktober requests so go all out! Combine like 5 different days if you’d like! Go absolutely mad.

So we’ve never actually asked about boypussy!pierre before and I really only have one comment to make about it: horny menace. That’s it. That’s all I have to say. He always wants something insane of him, is absolutely shameless about it too.

Which is all to say… chastity is a cruel and unusual punishment for Pierre.

He absolutely deserved it though. Jerking off in the same bed as you? While you’re asleep? He can’t even manage ti wait until he can walk into the living room? And so he woke you up with his whines and wriggling.

He absolutely deserves the chastity belt after that. He’s far too horny for his own good.

The moment the belt is on him, he acts like you’ve killed him and burnt the body. He absolutely hates the chastity belt, whines and tries desperately to grind against you because this is torture!!

You know that you can’t make him wear it for longer than an hour or so, because he’s simply too horny and desperate and it would push him too far.

So you decide to give him a task: he has give you head until you cum and you’ll take the belt off once he’s made you cum.

Except, you make him kneel between your legs while you sit on the side of the bed and you give him a little wand to use on himself? It doesn’t matter how strong he makes the wand, it’s not enough to stimulate him through the metal or the chastity belt. Instead it just vibrates ever so slightly and drives him insane, especially because he knows the wand could make him cum if the belt wasn’t there.

He has to focus enough to make you cum, but he struggles so much to do that because he has to keep the wand on himself the entire time.

By the time you cum, he’s desperately grinding against the wand.

#i’m listening #pg

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thotboy-charles · 1 year

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SHELS

ok this isn’t related to kinktober sowwy also hi it’s 🌙

I HAVE A CONCEPT TO PROPOSE

so my friend and i we’re talking and going from one brainrot to another (regular occurrence) and we talked abt how callum was sponsored by playboy at some point and then i said callum in the iconic playmate outfit.

but that’s unimportant what’s important here is BUNNY CHARLES IN THE ICONIC PLAYMATE OUTFIT. YOU KNOW THE BODY AND THE FISHNETS AND THE BUNNY EARS AND THE TAIL-

ok. ok. i’m done yelling now. i think

No but Charles wearing this for Halloween??

Of course bunny needs to be a sexy bunny for Halloween! And the sexiest bunny is of course a playboy bunny!!

He knows it’s not the most original outfit, but it’s not about originality. It’s about looking sexy and getting fucked hard by his mommy and his Pierre and this outfit will absolutely get him that.

And he goes all out for it, makes sure that every aspect of the outfit is absolutely perfect. He doesn’t do things half assed, certainly not when it comes to looking good for you and Pierre.

Charles is so proud of his playboy bunny outfit!!

But also…. Going to a kink Halloween party and Charles is a sexy playmate bunny and you and Pierre dress as playboys??? You both wear black suits and bow ties and he’s your sexy playmate and it’s so good.

He spends the whole evening on your lap or Pierre’s lap, being shown off by everyone.

#cl #pg

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thotboy-charles · 1 year

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KINKTOBER DAY 29: BREEDING

(I simply had to write this with poly!piarles)

You and Pierre have been planning this for months, knowing full well that bunny will go insane for it.

You start by dressing charles in a cute little bunny outfit, with bunny ears and white thigh highs and a cute little tail plug. Charles is already so happy with his pretty outfit, whining and clinging to you and trying to grind against you because he's already so desperate.

You've literally dressed him as a horny bunny!! You can't expect him to not be a horny bunny.

"Come on, bunny," you say, chuckling when he whines puts your hand over his panties, "we cant have fun all by ourselves, we have to go to Pierre, he's waiting in the living room."

That get's Charles’s attention and suddenly he has no issue being led away from the bedroom.

What charles doesnt expect however, is to walk into the living room and see pierre tied to a chair, completely naked, his cock already hard and leaking with a cock ring at the base.

Charles just looks between you and pierre in shock, his knees nearly buckling, having no idea what to do with himself.

"Mommy?" he asks, whining, looking to you for guidance because he fears he may actually die if he looks at pierre's cock again.

"Yes, bunny," you say sweetly, wrapping your arm around him, "i have a special job for you today, bunny."

Charles looks at you with wide eyes, waiting to hear what he would be doing.

"Our pierre seems to have a bit of a problem," you tell him, "and he needs a bunny to help him."

"Help him?" Charles asks, confused. He pouts. You cant expect him to guess what you're talking about!! He's far too turned on for that.

"Aw bunny," you say, kissing the top of his head, "not a thought in that head, huh?"

Charles nods, smiling cause yes! He's your dumb little bunny.

"Well," you continue, "Pierre needs a good bunny to help him cum, yeah? To take all his cum and keep it inside and grow him a nice pup, yeah?"

Charles would have fallen to the ground if you didnt catch him and pull him towards you.

"You gonna help him?" you ask Charles, though you already know the answer, "You gonna let him cum inside you?"

Charles nods against your chest, whining and clinging to you because he cant believe you're actually indulging this kink for him.

"Bunny..." pierre calls, still tied.

You can see that Pierre is officially very desperate, having edged and put a cock ring on and had to watch Charles's reaction to him. You dont want to push him much further.

"Come on, bunny," you tell him, "let's go help our Pierre."

You have Charles ride Pierre and coach the two of them through it. You stand right behind charles, keeping your hands on charles's shoulders and waist to keep him steady.

"Please," Charles whines, riding Pierre for all he's worth, "please cum inside."

"Aw, bunny wants some cum, huh?" you ask him, kissing his cheek.

Charles looks towards you, tears gathering in his eyes and nods, "Want it... please, can i have it?"

"All for you," Pierre mumbles, moaning, "all for you, bunny."

And it is. Charles cries out as Pierre cums inside, sitting down fully to get Pierre as deep inside as possible and clinging to Pierre as he shivers it.

It's the feeling of Pierre cumming inside that makes Charles cum, making a mess between him and Pierre.

You have a plug ready for the moment Charles is ready to get off Pierre's cock.

And then you just have the happiest, cum drunk bunny possible. He cuddles between you and pierre, head on pierre's chest as he mumbles thanks to you and pierre, especially to pierre, thanking him for making him feel so nice and full.

"Of course, bunny," you say, because Pierre is in no state to answer, "it's all for you."

#oh dear. oh god.#cl #pg

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a combo i've been thinking about lately is charles + sounding rod or wtv you call it

i think he'd be the one to bring it up? maybe one day he'd be jacking off and he'd just accidentally dip his finger in his urethra, cry out and decide to call it a day.

he remembers it a few days later, and asks you about it. like, if he could get a toy and try it with you, and who are you to say no? to your boy looking up at you with his big green eyes?

you ordered a metal rod online about an hour after that conversation, charles sitting next to you and giving his opinion and telling you what he'd like to try.

when the toy arrived, charles was quick to bring it over and drag you to the bedroom. you start off slow to get him worked up a bit, kiss him, run your hands all over his body, tug at his hair and palm him through his sweats. he'd be a whimpering mess in no time, pliant in your arms and lifting his hips up when you take off his sweats (he doesn't wear underwear because of course he doesn't, he's charles), he was already shirtless after taking a shower, so he was already naked and all ready for you to use.

the metal rod had been opened a while ago, and is now sitting on the bed, next to charles, along with a wand vibrator. you turn the vibrator on its medium setting, knowing charles can take it already. you place it under his cock, so it's basically pressing against his balls. he whines, holding your hand and turning his head to the side. you let him get adjusted to the feeling a little bit before moving on.

"charles, baby, color?" you ask. charles looks at you, whining out a "green". you've always admired how he made sure to look at you in the eyes under these circumstances, so you know he's truly honest and in the right state. "are you ready to try the rod? do you need time?" you double check. "no, no, ready. really." you smile at him and kiss his nose, before picking up the rod from his side.

you take his cock in your hand, stroking it a few times, making charles squirm. that resluts in you holding his hips down, so this is easier and more comfortable for him.

charles gasps as you bring the rod to his tip, pushing it in just slightly. you're intently looking at his face, taking notice of every facial expression and move he makes. every few pushes, you pause to ket him get used to the feeling, not wanting to overwhelm him too much.

at long last, you push the rod in one last time, earning a loud moan from charles. "feels so good," he whimpers. you smile at him, before thrusting the rod in and out of his cock, pace gradually speeding up.

charles felt his cheeks dampening, the metal rod gliding out of his cock halfway before diving back in. If it wasn't for tears in his eyes and absolute cotton candy for his brain, he'd be frightened seeing how your pupils dilated at the sight of him so fucked up and messy.

the rod in his cock slowly frees the urethra, heavy steels dragging oh so sweetly, and he prays that now you'll let him get it all out. it's too much, cum boiling in his balls, his pulse thumping in his temples and he craves that elusive release, accompanied by the vibrator under his cock. inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter, almost, almost..

"please- please can i cum? can't take it anymore..." he breathes out, his hands holding onto your shoulders, his big, beautiful green eyes looking up at you through his lashes. "of course, honey. let go for me."

and that's all it takes for him to cum. your permission. he bites down on his bottom lip, you having pulled the rod out of his cock so he feels better. he cums all over his tummy, hiding his flushed face in your neck.

he slumps back against the headboard, breathing heavily. you gently roll him over so he's laying in your chest, stroking his hair. the poor thing is completely spent, and he did so good. "did so great for me, my good boy." you praise. charles hums at the comment, slowly drifting off to sleep, all floaty in subspace.

- 📓

Oh god this is so good. 📓, how do you manage to guess all the kinks I’d be interested in trying? You literally never miss. Also I’m tag this as 💧💧 cause it’s in the same vein, and because I feel like people who wouldn’t want to see 💧💧 also wouldn’t want to see this.

Firstly, I am convinced that after Charles accidentally stimulates his urethra, he’d absolutely look into some porn on the subject to see what’s out there. And well… he’s definitely interested in what he sees.

He knows he could just order himself some toys and try it for himself and then let you know if it’s something he’d like to incorporate into scenes.

But the thing is, Charles honestly doesn’t really want to explore potential kinks without you? The moment there’s something he wants to try, he instantly wants to tell you because he wants you to explore it with you.

He’s your good boy! And that means that he doesn’t have to explore kinks on his own? Good boys don’t have to do that by themselves.

So he brings it up to you, and he’s a little shy about it of course because he knows it’s not a common kink, but he really wants to try. And well…. You can’t say no. Not when he’s all soft and giggly and asking so sweetly, cuddling into your side and whispering about how hard he came when he looked at porn about it.

Of course you order a kit of the rods, so that you can try different sizes with Charles.

And Charles is so excited when they arrive! He immediately drags you to the bedroom, already shuffling out of clothes before you even reach the bedroom cause he’s so excited to try it.

The vibrator is perfect to start, to get him nice and hard for you. But yes you have his hand. That’s the rule. If there’s a vibrator anywhere near Charles’s cock, then he gets to hold your hand.

So he holds your hand and whimpers and just feels the vibrations, not even asking for the rod because he knows you’ll give it to him when you decide he’s ready.

“You ready?” You make sure to ask him. He nods, because yes!!! Yes he is!! He’s so ready.

You have to let go of his hand, which makes him cry out but then he calms down again when you use your hand to hold his hips down. That’s fine. He’s happy with that. He loves when you restrain him.

He completely relaxes as you slowly insert the rod, all the tension leaving his body.

“Good?” You ask him, though you already know the answer by how relaxed he is and the little whimpers he’s letting out.

“Feels so good…” he mumbles, eyes closing.

That’s when you pick up the pace, moving the rod up and down his cock but never pulling it out completely.

Poor Charles is absolutely wrecked, zero thoughts in his cute little head because the pleasure is completely overwhelming.

It feels so intense, and the vibrations from the vibrator just make it even more so. Every time you pull the rod out a little, he feels like he’s going to cum, but then you just push the rod further down again.

Originally you didn’t plan on pushing him very much, but he looks so good like this? Whining and shaking as you slowly love the rod up and down. Just the fact that you get trusted enough to do this is insane. He’s completely at your mercy, literally letting you stick a rod down his cock without any fear because he knows you’d never hurt him.

So really, you can’t be blamed for wanting to push him a little more, for seeing how many times you can do this before charles starts begging.

He starts begging soon though, whining and asking if he can please cum… the poor thing is so overwhelmed. It feels so good but now he needs to cum. It’s too much for him for his first try of this, he really just wants to cum.

Maybe you count it down? Counting slowly from ten as you slowly pull the rod put, removing it completely on one and Charles cums instantly. Even in the middle of his orgasm, his hand reaches out towards you, trying to reach you because he needs to hold your hand.

You quickly take his hand, kissing his knuckles to comfort him as he spills all over himself.

The orgasm is so much more intense than he expected, like you’d been edging him for hours when in reality it was his a few minutes.

You’re quick to shuffle up the bed so that you’re sitting up against the headboard and pull him into your arms.

And he’s so spent. The poor thing. Just curling up in your arms, neither of you caring that he’s getting cum all over you and him.

He’s such a sweet little thing, kissing your shoulder and chest and basically anywhere he can reach while he gets his cuddles.

Usually you’ll try to get Charles into the bath or shower before he naps after a scene, but you can see how tired charles is and so you decide to just let him have a little nap first.

He deserves it.

#see NOW we’re talking #that is such a big kink for me holy crap-#cl

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OH I FORGOT ABT YESTERDAY????????

YES charles belly bulge! makes him feels so full and so owned! and he loves feeling so full and so owned!

not only can he feel your cock inside him, rearranging his guts (which he, once again, loves) but he sometimes unconsciously places a hand on his stomach and feel you move inside him.

the poor man's brains just fries up. head empty, only how you are inside him because charles is fucking weak and finds it a huge turn on.

if you place a hand over his when he touches his belly bulge, literally just softly pressed your hand on his to make him feel how big you are inside him and he will become a putty mess!

he'd seriously be in heaven, eyes rolling back and calling out for his mommy. he just pulls you down a bit so he can fully hug you, hold onto you and give you a kiss on YOUR forehead this time. then, he'd go back to burying his face in the crook of your neck, whimpering and pouting, loving how deep you are inside him.

- 📓

I read this and then had to go stare at the wall for a few minutes because it’s just too good. What did we do to deserve 📓 anon in our lives?

Firstly, I completely agree about Charles feeling owned when he can feel you like that. Like of course he knows you’re fucking him the strap, he can certainly feel that are you. But feeling it with his hand on his tummy is a whole other thing?

In fact it’s almost like an out of body experience for him?

Which is just far too much information for Charles’s little braincell to process while being fucked. The only option is for his poor braincell to malfunction and for him to end up smiling dumbly as he holds a hand on his tummy.

And then to have to put you hand there? Insane. Charles has died and gone to heaven because now you’re feeling yourself there? Charles has never felt so owned before this is absolutely everything.

Sometimes Charles will have little moments during scenes where he just becomes so overwhelmed with how much he loves you that he feels like his heart might actually burst if he doesn’t express it. And feeling you press your hand down on his tummy is a sure fire way to get him to have one of those little moments.

He just whimpers and pulls you down, kissing every inch of your skin that he can reach because he must express his love for you right this second. That’s when you’ll get your forehead kiss.

It’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, and of course you just let Charles do it.

Also, imagine kissing his tummy during aftercare after he’s spent half the time you were fucking him with his hand on his tummy to feel you inside him?

You kiss his tummy, maybe blow a raspberry or two just to hear him giggle.

Charles squeals and giggles and says, “Mommy! I felt you right there!”

“Really?” You ask him, though of course you already know the answer. You just love listening to a fucked our Charles try to explain something.

Charles nods, “Could feel you with my hand! On my tummy! It was so good.”

Of course you just have to kiss his tummy again.

#cl

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thotboy-charles · 2 years

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Some ds au and ‘toys’ prompt!! You’ve said before Charles isn’t the biggest fan of pain play and maybe in the past with his previous Dom they weren’t too considerate of this. So it takes a lot to build up trust with him, until he asks to try something light with you during a scene. You buy him some nipple clamps, something he’d never even thought of before, and ends up loving it so so much, especially when you lightly tug on them and tease him a bit

Okay fuck this is amazing.

Charles definitely hasn’t had his preferences respected by his previous doms.

I think we’ve said this before but I’ll say it again: I think pain is the easiest way at to get a sub into subspace and because Charles is a high needs submissive, he needs to enter subside regularly. His previous doms never gave him the choice, they just decided on painplay because it’s the easiest way to get a sub into subspace.

But Charles hates pain.

Going into subspace is supposed to feel warm and safe, but it was always so scary for Charles when an old Dom used pain to get him there. He’d drop instantly, way before he was ready because that is his body’s reaction to the pain. And he’d always end up in subdrop afterwards.

That’s why he told you no pain. He couldn’t do it. Not again.

And you understand that of course. You would never push him to do something he wasn’t comfortable with.

You’re actually so proud of Charles when he approaches you and asks you to incorporate something new? For the longest time, you just did very plain things with Charles, nothing too intimidating because you really needed to build his trust in you and get him to genuinely enjoy submission again.

So to have Charles come and ask you to add something? For him for trust you enough for that? It’s incredible.

Charles doesn’t have any requests though. He doesn’t want to make that decision himself, is far too intimated by that.

He trusts you. He knows that if you leave that decision in your hands, you’ll choose something he’ll like.

And he absolutely adores the nipple clamps.

He’s never tried them before, and he’s so excited the moment you show it to him. Especially because you get pretty ones? You choose rose gold ones with little red gems on them specifically because you know he’ll love them.

Charles is honestly as happy as can be as he kneels for you and waits for you to put the clamps on.

They definitely feel very intense when you put them on, but you immediately cuddle him close and kiss his neck and praise him for being so good.

He leans into you, whining softly as he gets used to feeling and then smiling at you when he’s ready.

Honestly he just loves them so much!! Especially because you chose them and put them on him and praised him for being so good. It’s exactly what he wanted.

And it really opens his mind up to pain again? Not just because of the way it feels, but also the way you treat it? You didn’t just put the clamps on, you massages his chest first and then kissed him softly and then slowly put the clamps on and then cuddled and praised him. You helped him every step of the way and he felt so loved and supported.

It shows him that he can enjoy pain, when in the right environment.

And of course he gets so much extra aftercare for that, so much kisses and cuddles and praise for trusting you enough for that.

#cl

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ugh anonymous wont add fucking images but omg the one of charles and carlos on the back of a truck during the drivers parade and charles’ shirt is like blown up and u can see his boxers like making me drool. idk if uve seen it but its all i can think about.

anyways sensory deprivation. yay. slay.

ok so maybe it’s poly!piarles au and pierre has decided ‘yk what, i wanna sub as-well tonight’ and obviously that’s fine. except bunny is still so horny and leaving him alone in that state is a bad idea. bunny wants to stay with you and pierre tonight and pierre honestly doesn’t want to be alone either but bunny wont be able to handle seeing pierre be handled so roughly. so an idea pops up. like a lightbulb moment. you tie them both to the bed, close enough that they can hold hands. and bunny has a blindfold on with earplugs as an option if he doesn’t like hearing pierre groan, and pierre also has a blindfold. you treat bunny the same as usual, being nice and caring and letting him come as many times as he needs to when he wants to, whereas you call pierre degrading names and pour hot (body safe) candle wax on him and bruise him. eventually u untie bunny and let him ride pierre until he comes and pierre isn’t allowed to.

eventually u have two happy, tired and satisfied boys who just want a bubble bath together and charles kisses all of pierre’s bruises whilst u tell them how much u love them 🫶🫶

🍁

Oh god I’m obsessed with this. This is absolutely genius.

There are definitely days where Pierre doesn’t just want to sub, but wants to be taken apart properly. And sometimes those days are the same days that bunny is desperately horny.

Usually, Charles is happy to leave the room for a while and let you dom Pierre. But sometimes, he just feels so vulnerable and desperate that he genuinely might start sobbing if he has to leave?

At first you really don’t know what to do in these situations, because you want to help both of your boys and it hurts you so much to think that one of your boys will left wanting in order for you to help the other.

If only you could just blindfold bunny….

Wait. You can. You absolutely can.

And honestly they both love it so much??

Charles is more than happy to be blindfolded next to Pierre, to be able to hold his hand and hear his whimpers and whines and begs.

And Pierre actually feels so comforted? He loves holding Charles’s hand, and loves hearing you praise Charles.

I also think that Charles would feel like such a good bunny in this position? Because he feels like he’s helping Pierre as well? He doesnt mean hearing Pierre beg, because he can hold Pierre’s hand and comfort him.

Charles really is the best bunny, comforting Pierre while cumming as many times as he can.

And fuck hot wax on Pierre? Incredible. The slight burn combined with Charles shaking next to him drives Pierre absolutely insane he loves it so much.

And of course charles is gonna kiss Pierre’s bruises when the scene is done!! He’s a good bunny!! That’s what good bunnies do!!

#pg #cl

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I TOOK A YEAR OFF TO CUT YOU BITCHES SOME SLACK, TELL A FRIEND TO TELL A FRIEND, SHE'S BAAAAACK!

OKAY SO mhmhmhmhm

(for the sake of the ask, we are using a cum filled strap)

being the horny little shit he is, bunny would be all over you and pierre all day. but he's very horny, you've never had him be such a mess in your arms. he's been squirmy, whimpering all day long, grinding against you and pierre, against the pillpws or the matress in his sleep, but times 5???

so when the time comes and both you and pierre are home, bunny drags you both into the bedroom at once. pushes you onto the bed first, having you look at him in pure shock as he literally dives into your chest. you look at pierre, who is just as confused as you, but he plays along. he leans over charles, leaving hickeys on his neck, which makes charles let out a pornographic moan, which was so loud people down the block could hear it. he's super sensitive, and you and pierre read each other's minds. you've been waiting for this one (TURN IT UP).

pierre moves away from your bunny to fetch your strap, and as you put it on, pierre takes off charles' sweats and his underwear, fingering him to get him opened up.

without much warning, you slowly push the strap into charles' hole, charles moaning at the feeling. you thrust a few times before signalling pierre to thrust into charles, your bunny feeling so good he doesn't even notice you two communicating. when charles feels even more pleasure, aka pierre's cock, the moan that leaves his mouth is downright sinful. he felt SO good.

you had done a lot of stuff that was more perverted than this, and yet, charles never felt both like the best and the filthiest bunny in the world than when he had two dicks inside him at the same time, hole stretched open, being fucked, being filled with cum.

you were lying underneath him on the bed, looking as desperately horny as bunny felt, his cheeks red, sweat on his forehead. pierre was kneeling behind him, dick buried in charles’ ass, doing the thrusting at quite a fast pace.

bunny grabbed one of your wrists and placed your hand on his chest. you, of course, understood right away what your bunny wants and needs, and started rubbing your thumb over his nipple. bunny felt like he was in heaven for fucks sake.

he closed his eyes, concentrated on the pleasure and the feeling of you and pierre stuffing his hole, letting it sweep him up into a wave of pleasure.

his orgasm was hard and long, his body clamping down on both you and pierre, making it impossible for you two to move for a few seconds.

“fucking christ, bunny,” pierre groaned from behind him. charles felt pierre's forehead drop to his shoulder. an uncontrolled, unholy noise broke out of charles, his entire body shaking, but the two of you held him up as pierre sped up his thrusts again until he came, pulling out quickly so he came all over charles’ ass and his lower back. you, of course, followed pierre over the edge a second later, thrusting up into charles with shallow thrusts, filling charles’ hole. the stretch set off another orgasm for charles, and for a few blissful moments, it just felt like he was dissolving into pure pleasure and happiness, sandwiched between his mommy and his pierre.

- 📓

I… I knew it would be good but oh my god this is insane. I’m gonna try and add some thoughts but this is already a masterpiece there’s no way I could make this any better.

I wanna talk about horny little shit bunny for a moment first actually. Because while he’s always horny, I don’t think he’s actually demanding very often? He mostly just grinds against you and Pierre, whines in your ear, pours and cries until one of you fucks him. But he doesn’t usually actually demand to be fucked or drag you both to the bedroom.

He’s a horny bunny yes, but he’s also a very good bunny.

So when he’s being even hornier than usual, even going as far to push you down on the bed, then you and Pierre know that Charles must be really desperate.

And he is!! Your bunny is so desperate, and he’s been so desperate for ages because he hasn’t been fucked AT ALL in a few days and he needs to be!! This is a crime!!!

You and Pierre really do have an entire conversation with your eyes while Charles just kisses your neck and tries to buck his hips up to get some friction. Of course charles is completely oblivious to this conversation. He has no more braincells left. No thoughts only horny bunny.

Bunny is impatient while Pierre tries to open him up, whining and pushing his hips back and telling Pierre to hurry up because he wants to be fucked!! Right now!!!! Usually he’s happy to let Pierre stretch him as much as he wants but not tonight. He’s too horny tonight.

So eventually he’s stretched out enough and the moment you slide the strap into him…. It’s like all the tension leaves his body? He just relaxes into the mattress, sighing and wriggling his hips a little cause he’s okay now. He’s good now.

He does, however, start crying when you have to pull out to change positions. Poor bunny doesn’t want to be empty.

But then you’re laying on your back and he can hop back on the strap and oh fuck wait he gets his Pierre too?? Charles falls back into Pierre’s arms as Pierre slowly pushes inside next to the strap, his body relaxing against Pierre and allowing Pierre to enter him.

There’s a few minutes of silent then, the only sound being Pierre and Charles’s laboured breathing as they get used to the sensations. And fuck bunny has never felt so good before.

He just lays there, trusts his mommy and his Pierre to make him feel good, his brain completely shutting off because this is everything. He needs nothing else.

Just this.

#god-#cl #pg

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