Mars_was_never_here
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The door swings open. Charles stares blankly at the room. There’s a cartoonishly styled dog house with his name written above the entrance. The floor is a fake grass, almost too green to be real. There are tennis balls littered around, a couple of frisbees, and some chew toys. His gaze focused on the opposite wall from him where a red collar and leash hang.
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lover, be good to me by weltraum_vaquero
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
25 Jan 2025
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“I want you,” he blurts, without even realizing what he’d just said before he hears himself rasp the words through his dry throat.
“You have me,” you say, like it’s that easy.
Alternatively: Jayce unlearns shame.
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- Part 6 of Gender neutral reader inserts
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26 Nov 2024
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jayce micropenis premature ejaculation everything in this fucks so good
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Witchcraft.
That, officially, was the sentence that hung around Jayce’s neck. Not for pushing the bounds of science too far. Not for challenging the leader of their town. For the practice of the Arcane from someone who had not been born with it.
Jayce gets himself into a pickle. Thankfully, Viktor and Mel think he’s too cute to be sacrificed.
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There were only three things Max was thinking of at this moment.
One: How boring this race was.
Two: How ungodly frustrating it was that he couldn’t pass Russell.
Three: The increasing pangs of desperation coming from his bladder.
OR: Max's struggle with needing to piss during the 2024 Monaco GP.
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Bookmarked by Mars_was_never_here
16 Jun 2024
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Would grabbing at himself even help? Was it worth potentially getting filmed, showing the entire world that the Max Verstappen, three time world champion, was about to piss himself like a little kid? The harness does its best to keep the flood at bay, but even as he hits another curb and jumps in his seat, he can feel a spurt fight its way out into his race suit.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck— he pants and dips his head down, trying his best not to think about how good that felt.
A brief thought of just shunting it into the wall flitted across his mind, and immediately stopped it right there. No. He did not want to end up in the same situation as Checo, and he was 200% sure he’d find himself pissing himself anyway as soon as the impact rushed through him. Back to square one.
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Charles finds himself bored and lonely in his and Max's shared apartment. Trying to find something to do, he stumbles across Max's sim racing gloves, and his evening takes a drastic turn for the better.
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30 May 2024
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“-and I’ve been craving this tiramisu from the cake shop down the street, so I’m forcing you to take me out for dessert, too.”
“-Charlie! Fu- fuck-”
Max’s words disappear and they’re replaced by low, drawn out groans that Charles can barely make over the shitty phone speaker.
He knows Max is coming on the other end - he’s heard it in person enough times to know the cues - and Charles can picture it in his head: Max’s chin dipping to to his chest as he tries to fight an orgasm off with scrunched up eyes, before finally unwinding, bliss clear on his face as he transitions into lighter, breathier whines.
And it all unfolds over the phone, just as he remembers it.