Hear Me Out… Virgin!könig Whos So Used To Fucking His Fist So The Minute He Tastes His Gfs Pussy He

JACKIE BROWN Dir. Quentin Tarantino (1997)

Basia.

Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus (Carme 5, Catullo) Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus, rumoresque senum severiorum omnes unius aestimemus assis. Soles occidere et redire possunt; nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda. Da mi basia mille, deinde centum, dein mille altera, dein secunda centum, deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum; dein, cum milia multa fecerīmus, conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus, aut ne quis malus invidere possit, cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.

Under water. Body immerged in the ocean, seeking for an opportunity to near the after life. Because everything was useless without him in my life. Indeed, I didn't know where he was.

I decided to let my body die. For, without him in my life, I wouldn't know how to thrive.

Want to feel again his soft lips on mine, to bring him back in my life. And, someone held my body. Brought me to the land, caressed my hair but didn't try to revive me.

The touch was strikingly abusing my consciousness. because my body had gone limp in the nowhere.

I was feeling the stare of its presence, it was abnormal and I paradoxally wanted to open eyes and see who that was.

But, it was nearly impossible. And yet, I could see without seeing.

It's unexplainable but, my body knew who that was.

Now, I might have had a guess and I think I did know who that was. Because, those soft, plump lips , were on my skin. My body recognised him.

He was there for me.

Had I not immerged myself in the deep waters of the Atlantide, I would have seen him again.

I coulnd't move, neither speak. I couldn't open my eyes, neither breath. So, how was it possible that I could hear his voice?

I was screaming in my head. Meanwhile. he shushed me.

"My bunny. Don't panic. Amor animi arbitrio sumitur, non ponitur. I'm here now with you, thats all that matters" , he said.

My Henry was here.My cold and freezing winter had come again to help me. There was an happiness inside me that nothing, not even Hades, could ever diminish it from me.

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. That was all I could think of.

We choose to love, we do not choose to cease loving .

“I hate and I love Why do I, you ask ? I don't know, but it's happening and it hurts”

My Cowboy.

He needed help. And how could I help a cowboy? What was the best way to help him? I have no fucking idea.

"All apologies man! What else could I say?"

Is it weird to say that when he said this, I had the best eargasm ever. It's not because it's spring and in this season women are particularly "in heat", but the thing is that he looked hot as hell when he said this to my dad.

Now, to help the man that accidentally spilled his coffee drink on my texan dad's shirt, I said that he was a dear friend of mine and that he didn't do that on purpose.

My dad looked at me as if I killed his dog Roofus. Acting as if I was innocent, I look back at him and say "What's up? You're surely not mad just because of a mere shirt getting dirty, are you? Come on now dad! Can you go inside and get me a cappuccino please?" by now I was only rambling. But nonetheless my dad nodded at the man and went inside.

"Thanks for getting me out of the dirt, doll. He was pissed as hell, thought he was gon beat the fuck outta me and I would never see the light again." he said while chuckling.

"Nah, don't sweat it. You know texan men have anger issues." I laugh.

"Name's Blaze by the way. Nice to meet you." he gave me his hand and I shook it while saying: "I'm Brooklyn. Nice to meet ya too! Are you new to town? Haven't seen ya round here before"

"Yeahhh. Got here a week ago. Moved from Dallas. Wanted to change scenery and got to Austin. People 've told me that they have pretty cowgirls 'roun here, you know."

Oh you sneaky little shit.

Hello sugar! So I’ve had this idea floating around my head for a while. As someone who also has bouts of insomnia, I can’t help but fantasize about turning up to Henry’s place extremely tired with a fuzzy mind. Likewise, he’s also extremely tired and you both just rest. There’s this unspoken agreement that y’all can go to each other to finally sleep.

—🌜 (you asked for anons so…)

a/n: i think i’ve written this far too soft and ooc for hen but i’m feeling self-indulgent so take it or leave it people. it’s also very short. c’est la vie. thank you for my ask, moon! 🖤

henry glanced up at you. you probably should have called first to let him know you were coming. it was too late now. “it’s late, why are you here?” he asked bluntly, putting his pen down and leaning back in his chair to glance up at you. “because you know we can’t keep-“

“henry, please, i haven’t slept in two days.” you interrupted, absolutely in no mood to deal with henry being self-righteous. it was a wonder that you said please, but you were desperate for relief from the hold that sleep deprivation had on you.

henry nodded, thinking for a moment as if he was genuinely curious about why you were so tired. you think it may have been a look of concern, but that wasn’t something that henry commonly expressed. “are you ill?”

you shook your head.

henry seemed confused, looking at you as if to determine just what on earth was wrong with you. “then why have you not slept?”

“i don’t know, henry! i just haven’t!” you replied quickly, losing your patience slightly.

“don’t snap at me, y/n.” he shot back, not with malicious intent, but completely calmly, simply as a reminder. he nodded in the direction of his bedroom, telling you “go.”

you sighed, yielding to avoid an argument you simply couldn’t be bothered to entertain. you shrugged your coat off and discarded it on the kitchen counter, head too messy to think about hanging it up.

as you kicked off your shoes and became significantly shorter, you started off in the direction in which you were told, you felt a presence behind you. you didn’t acknowledge it- partly because you didn’t care, but mostly because you were so tired.

“henry, i really can’t sleep, i don’t know what-“

“y/n, you look like death. get in that bed and close your eyes, or else.”

henry knew, somehow, that as soon as you laid down in his bed that you would crash. it may be because of the blackout curtains, or the ridiculously expensive bedding, or the fact that he hadn’t slept in equally as long, if not longer, so he was going to climb into bed next to you and pass right out simply from having you there.

God is a woman | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her) ― Word count: 1k ― Warnings: +18; not proofread; suggestive content and mentions of sex; Minors DNI! ― Summary: Making out in bed never felt this deep and heart-stopping, but dating Mick and having him love you is a full experience of being a goddess. Your hips were his altar, and he would swear to everyone that God is a woman because you're it to him. ― A/n: I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts by reblogging and/or leaving me an ask (anons are on) *mwah* 🤍

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The candles were lit by the bedside table and the furniture by the closed window casting a warm glow in the whole room. It was early in the evening, but Mick and Yn were already in bed. In fact, they haven’t left it since the early hours of the day, just soaking up each other’s company and enjoying a lazy and free day. She was wearing one of his shirts and panties, while Mick settled for sweatpants that were hanging low on his hips, showing Yn the perfect amount of skin and trimmed hair that trailed into his boxers, but she was engrossed in one of her poetry books, while Mick tried to gather his thoughts after waking up from a nap. His fingers were tracing shapes on one of her thighs that were on top of his, he would squeeze and massage, and then with the tip of his fingers write his own poems. 

“It’s so interesting how Rupi Kaur portrays the feminine as divine, the creator, the goddess…” Yn observes out loud catching Mick’s attention. 

“That’s because it is.” His short answer makes her close the book, searching for his face.

“Huh?” 

Mick shakes his head and takes the opportunity to hover over her figure, eager for some of her love and light. Yn smiles, forgetting about whatever question she had on the tip of her tongue, the only thing her mouth wants now is him. 

When he dips his face and kills the space between them Yn whimpers widening her legs to shape it around his narrow waist, and lacing her arms around his broad shoulders. Mick coos when Yn drags her hips up to grind against his crotch. He trails wet kisses around her collarbone and neck while whispering praises and Yn enjoys it all with her eyes closed. She feels his fingers on her waist, he grips and squeezes, and then his fingers are tracing shapes on her tummy, and just a few seconds after they’re holding her ass softly, bringing her close to him. 

Yn moans.

Mick mumbles something in German.

Yn moans louder.

He smiles against her skin before chasing her lips again and kissing the air out of her lungs.

“Even your skin tastes good,” Mick whispers in a jovial tone before dragging his tongue on her neck, and Yn giggles hugging him close and looking for his neck to hide her face onto.

“Micky…”

“And your lips, they have the perfect shape, Schatzi,” the point of his index finger and middle finger trace around the shape of her lips, and Yn bites it lightly. 

He feels his heart skip a beat when she mouths an “I love you” to which he answers by pressing their foreheads together and staring into her eyes. The room is silent, but Yn can almost hear all the words his blue orbs are screaming. 

When his back hit the mattress and her body is on top there’s a glow on his smirk, and they enjoy the hazy and the push and pull of the frantic kisses exchanged. The blonde is the one who pauses for a second, taking a deep pull of air into his lungs, and carefully watching his girlfriend on top of him. Mick’s fingers trace the outline of Yn’s nipples, her belly, collarbone, shoulders, jaw, and chin, before finally answering the question she threw at him minutes ago. 

“The feminine. You’re living proof that God is probably a woman.” He grips her waist and Yn moans with the contact. “I’m your follower, your hips are my altar,” he whispers into her ear before biting and nipping her earlobe. 

And then he dips to say something else Yn can’t catch because it’s certainly German and it’s whispered against her skin in such a low tone she can only concentrate on the vibrations between her breasts.

“You always make me feel so good,” it’s a confession, but it's nothing new to Yn. It’s his prayer to her. “I can’t get enough of you, Yn. I could never. Ich werde dich ewig lieben.”

“Micky,” Yn can only meow his name too entranced by his touches and words. 

“Does that feel good, Schatzi?” Mick asks and Yn nods, “Use your words.” It’s his soft demand to which she obliges. 

“It feels perfect, please- just- kiss me, touch me, Mick.” 

“You know I’ll do whatever you want me to.” 

The German keeps muttering praisings to her while kissing his way up to her lips. One of his hands is inside her shirt, caressing and playing with her boobs and nipples. He’s eager to nip and kiss it the way he’s doing with the exposed skin of her collarbone and neck, that’s why his smile gets bigger when Yn makes a move to take off the piece of clothing and throws it somewhere in the room. She lies fully on top of him and he sighs in contentment with her warmth against him.

“You’re so pretty, honey.” He kisses the side of her head and almost melts when he feels Yn’s smile against his skin, he wants to engrave it there, to always feel it, to always know that she’s happy and taken care of. “Your body takes me so well all the time,” and this time she hides her face in the crook of his neck, though her body seems unaware of how shy Yn is feeling because her lower half ruts against Mick’s hardening cock. “You’re a goddess.” He takes her hands and kisses each finger, opening her palm and dragging it softly against his cheeks. “I love you so so much.” 

And then Yn is smiling against his skin again. Feeling warm and fuzzy. Feeling loved, adored, worshipped, chosen. Knowing that indeed whatever she wanted the man under her would give. Sun, stars, the world, Mick would try for her.

“There’s a spot for you in my heart, only for you.” She nips on his white skin and kisses her way back to his lips, but before their lips touch their eyes met, talking, confessing what no idiom can translate: how transcending loving each other can be. 

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“gap between lando is 0.8 and he has drs.” “yeah it’s on purpose.” carlos slowing it down so lando would switch from offense to defense once russell closes in… his MIND.

monster!konig x hybrid!bunny!reader whos horny everyday all day and when hes back from his mission shes clinging onto his leg and begging him to fuck her while shes humping his shoe :(

Konig is a bit cruel. This man wants you desperate for him - so when the colonel spots you acting simply pathetic, begging for his cock while presenting your glossy, juicy hole just for him, he only wants to make you even more desperate. He will not even let you touch his tentacles - he would rather push you down, on your back, like a horny bunny you are. You're smearing your juices all over his boot, humping him with absolutely no care in the world...and he adores it, of course, he does - this is such a pretty sight, after all, and he really wants to indulge in you. Your colonel is back from his mission and you cling to him, like a dumb bunny you are - you murmur something about missing him, about being absolutely distraught without his presence, and you just don't understand what else is there to do...you are coming all over his boot, despite blood still being smeared all over it, and he pets your head and calls you his dumb, adorable bunny( you can't take it! he is too hot, you can't control yourself... He adores how horny you are - he is keeping you on his lap all of the time, stuffed with his tentacles so your hungry holes will never go empty. You're simply adorable like this, and he can't wait to stuff you with eggs - even if someone is watching you two, he would just bite your ears suggestively and tell you to be even louder, so everyone could witness what a little slut his bunny wifey is. This is just how bunnies are - you bounce on his cock like a good girl, you warm his tentacles with your throat and you accept his eggs into your puffy, abused pussy and your tight ass - and you would fall asleep on his lap after, allowing him to pet your hair and adore your helpless body.

Princess Carlos

1976 -> 2023