Babe What's Your Spotify? I Read Some Gracie, Laufey And Obviously Taylor References In Your Writing,

babe what's your spotify? I read some gracie, laufey and obviously taylor references in your writing, we have the same taste! 😊

omg lover, another day loving having nerds exactly like me

I would love to send you an airbuds request if you send it to my ask box!

won't post mine or yours on the account and send a request straight from the link😋

it'll have the nickname ash with a b&w pfp

I listen to everything from chase atlantic to sade to clairo to new jeans so😌☝️

Love your work!💗 even though they make me tear up😂

always striving to write stuff that makes you guys cry!

whether its from angst or laughing too hard over crack

just saw one of my regular readers on some other fanfic account

the betrayal💔

I used to think I was the one and only for you guys

“you’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.” + “you hear me? Never” with charles dom leclarc🫣😍 thank you!!

“you’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.” + “you hear me? never.”

( event masterlist \ main masterlist \ drop a request ) ★:summary:: the one where your boyfriend can't survive without tasting you ★:feat:: charles leclerc x reader ★:genre:: smut

"hey baby," charles greets, his lips pressing a soft, sweet kiss to yours. there's a whisper in the air, a low murmur against your skin, "missed you so fucking much."

you smile, a gentle curve of your lips, warmth spreading through your chest. you know charles well, and tonight, you can see that he’s in good spirits. he eats dinner with you, shares stories from the weekend, laughs at your jokes, and all the while, he’s holding your hand, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your skin.

maybe this weekend wasn’t as hard on him as you thought. he seems relaxed, content even, like the exhaustion of the race hasn't taken its usual toll. perhaps he's just tired, you think, not as touch-starved as you initially assumed. but oh, are you wrong. horribly, horribly wrong.

the only reason he's holding just your hand is because he's afraid he might break before you've even had the chance to finish your meal. he doesn’t care how badly he wants to have you spread out on the bed, lapping at your juices like a starved man. no, you worked hard on this, so he’s holding back, suppressing the urge to snap, letting you believe that he’s unaffected every time you lick your finger or bat your eyelashes at him.

dinner wraps up, and you're none the wiser as you instead try to drive charles to the edge when you bent down in front of him, eyes on him, bottom lip between your teeth. "i know you're tired, but help me wash?" you ask sweetly, your voice carrying that innocent edge that drives him insane. 

the words have barely left your mouth when he’s pulling you up, his grip firm as he walks you toward the kitchen. there’s an intensity in his eyes now, a darkness that makes your breath catch in your throat. he turns on the faucet, but it’s clear that cleaning the dishes is the last thing on his mind.

he pushes you gently against the counter, his body pressing against yours, trapping you between him and the cold, hard surface. the contrast sends a shiver down your spine. his hands are on your hips, firm but gentle, and his lips brush the shell of your ear as he speaks, his voice a low, dangerous murmur.

“you’re in no position to tease, baby. remember that.”

the words send a thrill of anticipation through you, your body responding immediately to the change in his tone, “you know that won’t end well for you.” charles isn't usually this assertive, but when he is, it's intoxicating. your breath hitches as his hands slide down your sides, fingertips grazing your skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. 

he spins you around, pressing your chest against the counter now, and you can feel the heat of his body behind you, the hard length of him pressing into your lower back. he leans in, his lips brushing your neck, kissing, nibbling, until your knees feel like they might give out, “so responsive.” he drags out, his hot breath leaving goosebumps on your skin.”

“t‘s all for me?”one of his hands slides up to your neck, not gripping, just resting there, holding you in place. his breath against your ear now as he whispers, “i’ve missed this, missed you.” he pauses, his voice dropping even lower. “four days, baby. four days without touching you, without tasting you. do you know how hard that was?”

“missed you,” is all you can mummer and charles tsks from behind you. you shiver, the tone of his voice sending a wave of arousal through you. “charles…” you start again, but he cuts you off, his grip on your neck tightening slightly.

“no,” he drawls. “you don’t get to speak right now.” his other hand slides down your body, fingers skimming your stomach, your hips, before slipping under the waistband of your shorts. you let out a small gasp as he touches you, his fingers finding you already wet, aching for him.

Charles groans softly, the sound vibrating through your skin. “you’re so wet for me already,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. “i love how your body responds to me.”

Your boyfriend pulls your shorts down in one swift motion, and they pool at your ankles. his fingers are back between your legs, teasing, stroking, spreading your arousal. you're trembling, anticipation building with every touch, every breathless whisper. “thought you didn’t want this tonight,” you whimpered innocently.

then, without warning, he pulls away, leaving you cold and empty,”i never don’t want you.” you tremble against him, but before you can protest, he's on his knees behind you, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you back towards him. he’s rougher now, more desperate, and the sudden change in demeanor only makes your desire burn hotter.

“you hear me? never,” he growls, his voice full of raw need. he drags his tongue along your slit, tasting you, and you cry out, your hands clutching at the edge of the counter as your knees buckle when he reaches your clit.

“charles—” you gasp, but your words dissolve into a moan as his tongue flicks against your bundle of nerves again, quick and relentless. he’s devouring you like a man starved, every movement precise, practiced, driving you closer to the edge.

his hands hold you in place, thumbs digging into the flesh of your hips, keeping you exactly where he wants you. his tongue slides inside you, deep and slow, and you can feel yourself clenching around the warm, wet muscle, your body responding instinctively.

“fuck,” you breathe out, the word barely audible over the sounds of his mouth on you. he pulls back slightly, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin before he’s sucking on your clit, hard enough to make your toes curl.

“Charles- hah, please—” you whimper, you start grinding against him, riding his face like a slut, you don’t know, you just need him, need everything he’s willing to give.

“not yet, baby,” he murmurs against you, his voice rough, filled with a dark promise. he’s not done with you, not even close. “i’m going to make you come, but- fuck not yet.” you feel his tiny facial hair against your thigh and that has you shivering instantly.

his tongue is back inside you, his fingers joining in now, two of them sliding in beside his tongue, stretching you, filling you. he’s relentless, not giving you a moment to breathe, not letting you think, just pushing you closer and closer to that edge.

you’re shaking, the tension in your body winding tighter and tighter, the pleasure building into something almost unbearable. and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, he pulls back, his lips leaving your skin.

you’re about to protest, to beg, but then he’s standing up, pulling you up with him, spinning you around so you’re facing him. his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with desire, and his chest is heaving as he looks at you.

“now,” he says, his voice low and commanding as he spreads you open and pulls your legs over his shoulders, “come. now.”

his hand is between your legs again, fingers circling your clit, and it’s too much, the tension snaps right away, and you’re coming, your body trembling, shaking, as the waves of pleasure crash over you. charles watches you, his eyes never leaving your face, his fingers working you through it, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until you’re slumping against him, spent and breathless.

he pulls you into his arms, holding you close, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips. “you did so well,” he murmurs, his voice soft now, the dominance fading, replaced with tenderness. “so fucking beautiful, baby.”

you’re still shaking, your body buzzing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, but you feel safe, grounded in his arms. he holds you like that for a long moment, letting you come down, letting you breathe, before he finally speaks again, his voice filled with a quiet determination.

“missed you, y/n,” charles says again, a touch of vulnerability in his voice this time. his lips brushing against your neck and as you finally take in his face, the fact that you did this to him, came on his face so hard that his lips and facial hair are still wet, suddenly has you clenching around nothing. “baby, what ar-” he starts when he sees you start to bend your knees to get down on the ground but you just shush him. Your hand massages him over his pants and your boyfriend throws his head back. “fuck, you’ll be the death of me.”

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my boyfriend with his girlfriend

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UGH I JUST REMEMBERED ANOTHER ASK THAT GOT EATEN UP

It was literally a whole love letter😭🙈

In which I spewed how I thought that we’re literally soulmates

Our love for f1, criminal minds, and rafe cameron??!!🤩🤩

(I became obsessed with rafe before watching the show and oh my god I’m only half way through the first season and he’s so fucking annoying such a bitch boy) (I am maybe perhaps possibly starting to become more enamored with jj😳)

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THIS IS A LOVE LETTER

we are literal same person inside out atp. in my head we're tight like this🤞😌

been obsessed with him since season 1 but honestly the episode where he has a breakdown really solidified it... I can fix him😓 (I like him unhinged)

honestly sent a mail to tumblr because of the asks glitching but I don't think they're really gonna do anything 🫥