#and god it looks so good. i cant wait to finish and then play the whole thing again with this computer

[hopkei]

Keito's closing remarks at the final performance of Break Free Stars

[barry2018-2023]

worst part is my nephew got me sick over Thanksgiving so all I wanna do is veg out on the couch instead of spend all day gaming on my new computer

[redwing4life]

mdni

wanna know a bucky trope that sends me spiralling? bucky filming you all drunk on his cock.

imagine your thighs all sticky with cum, the three orgasms bucky’s pulled from you painted across the soft flesh like paint on a canvas. bucky can’t stop tracing his throbbing pink tip over your filthy thighs; his own white seed mixes with yours and you whine at the sound.

“never get tired of this, doll.” bucky’s sultry tone washes over you, your mind scrambled with need. “seeing you all sticky, covered in our cum -fuck- i- i gotta film this, sweets, let me film you, huh?”

a desperate moan falls from your swollen lips when the super soldier pulls away from you, the warmth of his tip no longer pressed into your thighs. in want of your boyfriend, you reach out for him, but he’s already on the other side of the room.

“bucky…” your voice is high and needy, “bucky, baby, come back. i need you.”

his usual arrogant chuckle greets your ears, forcing your thighs closer together to ease the fresh wave of heat flooding your core. you know that laugh, it’s the one he makes whenever you’re drunk on his cock.

bucky crawls back on the bad, hovering over your sweat-sheen body, and brings his phone over your face.

“smile for me, doll.” he orders, the command drawing your brows together in pleasure. you look up at him through your lashes, lids half shut before you focus on the camera.

“there she is.” bucky hums when you grin, albeit tiredly, up at the lens. “tell me how many times i’ve made that sweet little pussy cum, baby. tell the camera.”

“three.” you whine. you watch bucky lower the camera to your dripping cunt as he speaks and start trying to close your legs.

bucky taps your thigh harshly, tutting. “come on, sweets, show your sarge what a mess i’ve made of you.”

his rough palm slides down to your knees and slowly pries them apart, a growl rippling from the base of his throat as you bare yourself to him in submission.

“good girl.”

you keen beneath the camera, pussy throbbing at the praise. a smirk tugs at bucky’s lips while you writhe under him, he knows he’ll enjoy watching that back when he’s on a mission with his hand wrapped around his length.

holding the phone in his vibranium hand, bucky reaches down to run a calloused finger through your glistening folds, the swollen petals quivering at his touch.

“aw, is my sweet princess all sensitive after all those orgasms? huh?”

you claw at his flesh hand, nodding so fast you make yourself even more dizzy than you already are.

“m’so sensitive, sarge, please- pl- oh my god.”

your eyes are rolling to the back of your head before you can finish your sentence as bucky slides a finger into your tight hole. he prays to god that the camera picked up on the squelch of yours and his cum when he pushes inside you.

“fuck, sweets, you’re so goddamn wet, gonna make me nut all over the sheets.” bucky moans, hips rutting against the soft cotton duvet while he works your sex.

sinful sounds echo across the room, bucky’s phone capturing every single thrust of his hand. he adds a second finger, earning a squeal of contest from you.

“no- bucky, i can’t, i cant, it’s too much, please, just one, please.”

your broken pleas do nothing to slow the grind of bucky’s hips against the bed, your whiny voice merely encouraging him to play with his cunt even more.

“yes you can, and you will. you’ve been so good for your sarge so far, haven’t you, princess? tell me how good you’ve been for me.”

you open your mouth to reply, suddenly interrupted by a third finger stretching the walls of your pussy. a gasp falls from your swollen lips and it morphs into a cry of intense pleasure.

“bucky!!!” you scream, accompanied by the sloppy noises of bucky’s palm slapping your wet clit.

“i’m waiting, sweets.”

releasing a small whine, you look down at your boyfriend to find his eyes already on yours.

“i’ve been so good, sarge. just wanted to be a good girl for you, give you all- fuck- all my cum, be your best girl, all drunk on my sarge’s cock and fingers a-and mouth, oh”

his fingers keep curling and hitting that one stop that’s making you see stars and you begin heaving your chest up and down, desperately searching for a breath that would satisfy your needs. bucky turns the camera to your face so he can look back on your writhing body.

“cock’s so hard for you, princess. you’re so fucking beautiful like this, gonna make you cream all over my fingers again and then stuff you full o’ me”

“please sarge, please- ugh- i’m gonna cum!”

“let go sweets, cover me in your sweet juices”

and then you cum and then he cums against the sheets and then he fucks you and the he eats you out and then you clean up his cock with your tongue and then he cleans you up with a cloth and then he runs you a bath and then he holds you till you fall asleep and then a week later on a mission bucky fucks his fist while watching the video and then he cums to it and then he cums to it again and then an hour later he cums to it again and then-

[im-yn-suckers]

ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ? ✧˖° bf!riki x gf!reader ✧˖° tw: kissies, cuddles, mention of stress, reader is said to be short but that could literally js mean shorter than him, and only sorta maybe perhaps a little kinda self indulgent bc i want a riki ^^ a little disclaimer: idk if riki listens to all of these, as they just come off of my playlist !

your desk is covered in pens, pencils, sticky notes and other supplies. ah yes, another paper, but this time you finished in time. previously you were worrying about getting in on time and if you did it right. will the professor think its good? will i get a good grade? i hope i didnt mess up

all of these thoughts crowded your mind for days maybe even weeks. it brought you tears and pride. the final paper you so horridly dreaded now turned in as you leave your desk, not bothering to clean it up. you walk over to your bf, who was busy playing league on the couch, that filled up, almost, the entire room.

you plop down next to him, leaning on his shoulder. his scent intoxicating you, god, how you missed it for the last 3 hours. "you done pretty girl?" he asks, though not looking down, too focused on his game. you only nod. minutes pass and youre still cuddled up to him. soon enough, he turns the tv off and turns toward you, fully sideways. he lets himself fall back onto the couch, allowing you to fall w him.

a giggle leaves his pretty lips, as you fall on top of him. the couch cant fit the both of you so he improvised. you lay your head on his shoulder, almost his clavicle. you lightly peck the skin-exposed by his black hoodie-covered by pretty moles. "youre squishing me!" "shhh this was all you" he sighs in defeat. "lets go to the bed then" you sigh, not wanting to move.

on the bed, you two lay on your backs, close together. something about his calm presence when you two are in bed, ready to fall asleep, is so comforting. maybe it was his scent, as mentioned, its intoxicating, almost dizzying. or maybe his giant figure next to yours, offering a sense of protection. maybe his soft breaths as he lays down, scrolling tiktok, not quite ready to sleep, yet.

"baby, baby!" he perks up, seeing a video "hm?" you respond, on the verge of falling asleep. your eyelids droopy. "lets make a playlist and take turns adding songs!" you giggle as you hear the idea, finding it quite endearing. you nod in agreement. he opens his laptop and pulls up spotify.

tapping the plus, he creates a new playlist. "what should we name it?" he asks, trying to complete the first step. "mmmm idk, something short but cute" he types in your name to tease you. "hey!" "what?? you said short and cute!" he deletes the name, trying to think of a new one.

"wait! ki! yk the song tell my momma by kard?" you have an idea, hoping its a good one. "uhm i know OF it, why?" "how bout we put 'ill do anything to make our love last long'?" you suggest a long but sweet lyric "baby, thats corny" "so is making a playlist tgt" silence. "ugh ig ure right" you giggle and he puts down the lyric.

"ok songs, you add one first" he pushes the laptop your way and you think for a moment you add the first song, every kind of way by h.e.r, he smiles seeing the song. he takes his turn "where is love" by 3house. your turn again, "wa-r-r" by colde. his turn again, "someone like u" by lullaboy "infranumi" by steve lacy, "pink+white" by frank ocean. "seasons" by wave to earth, "3:00 am" by finding hope it goes back and forth adding songs and laughing

once you two finish, he shuts the laptop, reaching over to set it down. he turns to his side to grab you and pull you close to him. his arms wrapping around you. he presses a little kiss to your lips saying goodnight.

[phas3d]

Famous!s/o Makes A Song About Him | Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: sexual hints (mattheo)

contains :: draco, tom, matt, theo, lorenzo

summary :: you're a rising pop star, similar to sabrina carpenter/olivia rodrigo and you dedicate a song to them

notes :: heavy inspo from @goldsainz and their writing for f1 drivers! i've been binge reading all of their stuff pls go read it :) they're lowkey inspiring me to make my own f1 page LMAOOOO

DRACO MALFOY "i know i have good judgement, i know i have good taste" - please please please by sabrina carpenter

He listens to the sing intensely, he's enjoying it but you can't read his face properly - thank god you were performing on stage so you couldn't look at his judgy face

But as you keep singing and poking jokes at him, he can't help but break his strong stare and chuckle. He hated admitting that you were funny, but goddamnit your fans just recorded him laughing and blushing

Once you finish performing, he smiles happily and cheers. He can't help but continue to laugh and shake his head from his own shock that YOU, the (y/n) who's famous, beautiful, and talented, is singing a song about HIM???

He'd never admit that all out loud, but you could read him so easily, you knew he was wrapped around your finger

Once your performance is over he greets you backstage with a smile that he's desperately trying to hide

"The song was a solid 8/10" he says as you scoff at him, you could tell he loved it and was too much of a wuss to admit it

And you were right, he has that song on REPEAT - he probably gave you like a million streams on his own

TOM RIDDLE "my baby, here on earth - showed me what my heart was worth" - my love mine all mine by mitski

When he first heard it, he's shocked that it's so somber and slow compared to your usual upbeat songs

He's even more shocked when he hears the lyrics and how simple yet impactful it is, it almost makes him blush

Tom has always been a sucker for poetry and music with simple instrumentals, so when you combined those both into this song he felt so loved

Once you finish performing it for the first time, he can't help but smile to himself, looking at the floor and putting his hand over his mouth to mask his happiness

When you finally come back stage, he walks up to you and hugs you tightly - despite PDA being literally vomit worthy for him

It surprises you so much, you weren't even aware you could have this impact on the cold-hearted Tom - but you did and you loved every second of it

Your song plays on repeat for him constantly, it reminds him that he's loved. He's never ever felt that in his entire life, even from his own brother

The song healed a small part of his deeply broken heart and soul, and he's so grateful for you to bring him even the slightest bit of joy, especially because he knows how difficult he is at times

MATTHEO RIDDLE "the boy is mine, i cant wait to try him, lets get intertwined" - the boy is mine by ariana grande

The second he hears the song and the lyrics, he's smirking and feeling so confident. The entire song is just basically flexing that he's yours - but he feels like he should be the one singing about you like this

Everything about the song is suited to match him perfectly, the beats, the sexual lyrics, even the choregraphy is amazing to him - it's like a perfect art piece just for him

Once you finish recording it, he's left dumbfounded and just smiling. It doesn't help that you send him a wink as well, making his already rapid heart beat even faster

After you finish the entire show, he can't get his hands off of you. He kisses you everywhere, does every command you ask of him, and drives you home at 100 mph

He wants to reward you :)

THEODORE NOTT "when i talk to you, oh cupid walks right through and shoots an arrow through my heart" - from the start by laufey

This song was basically a confession to him, which you hoped he wouldn't notice, but he did instantly and he loved every second of it

He had zero clue you had feelings for him, and vice versa. You guys were both known as the oblivious slow burn couple but you both were clueless to this rumor

Once you perform it live on stage, he decides to steal a random bouquet of flowers from a fan and run backstage to greet you

He gifts you the stolen flowers and smirks, "If you love me just say so," He says with a cocky grin on his face

Before you can tell him to shut up and stop stroking his ego, he leans down to your height and gives you a peck on the lips - making both of you blush

"Once you're done performing, how about we go on a little date" He says with a cute smile, making it impossible to say no

But he lied - that date was not "little" and instead one of the fanciest restaurants ever that he paid extra to play your entire debut album over and over for all the patrons to hear

He's your biggest fan ever and posts your song about him everywhere, literally fucking everyone god he can't stop

LORENZO BERKSHIRE "tangled in love, stuck by you from the glue" - glue song by beabadoobee

Oh my gosh he's already your biggest fan boy ever, so when you sing this song as a surprise gift for him - he's freaking out and shaking against the barriers

He bites his lip and smiles as you sing this cheesy love song about him - he's never had his ego been this inflated and he loves it

Once you finish singing, he screams and shouts so loud that even your die hard fans start to judge him

But he doesn't care and he runs backstage so fast you'd think he's the Flash. He waits backstage for you like an excited puppy waiting for their owner. You could almost see his tag wag from how bright his smile is

The second you walk off the stage, he hugs you tightly and covers you in a thousand kisses - your makeup artist won't be happy but you don't care

"Ohmygosh!!! I love it! I love you! You're so sweet! Ohmygosh!!! The hottest EVER just wrote a song about me!!! A happy little love song!!! Is that the song you've been practicing for so long? Why did you never tell me-" You laugh and shut him up with a kiss on the lips and then another one on his cheek - giving him a kiss lipstick mark on his face

He understands you need to go back and perform so he leaves

Oh, also he doesn't remove your kiss :) He keeps it there the wholeeee night

[usemyholespleasesworld]

ahh i’m so horny sweetie i cant stop thinking about tying you up arms behind you ropes pushing your tits together n out, cuffs keeping your legs spread, duct tape on your mouth; i start with one candle, three, five, seven, your cunt getting tighter tears down your face muffled screams when you hit ten candles n i pinch your clit that’s standing so hard n proud hehe, i sigh your right baby those candles won’t fit in your pussy i’m sorry..you relax closing your eyes before they shoot open and you cry out looking down at your tits seeing i clipped clothespins on your nipples, oh baby you really thought it was over? i just finished with your cunt stop struggling it’ll hurt more stupid slut i uncuff your legs before rolling you on your stomach n recuff you i pull you by your hips ass up we’re gonna move to your ass now i’m so excited to see how much i can stretch you! be good for mommy now ok baby you whine before whimpering at a sting on your ass, i move to your face n kiss your forehead before ripping off the duct tape i cant wait to hear your screams i sit behind you on the bed and spread your ass kissing your asshole moaning softly before i start a small makeout session groping your ass in my hands tongue sliding into your asshole i pull away out of breath god i love this ass now let’s start one candle, two, three, four…eight candles and your voice is hoarse snot running down your nose legs trembling some candles from your pussy have been forced out your ass is red some welts from a brush i used shh it’s okay baby you did so good i’m so proud i grab all the candles with both hands and pull a loud pop! echos in the room your ass gaped i move to your pussy and do the same a small string of cum n lube following them oh my look at you sweetie mommy’s perfect set of holes aren’t you you whine softly to out of it to speak back i rub your clit soft small motions have you cumming i can see your pussy twitching before a small gush comes out i undo the cuffs n roll you over, nipples red and puffy clips still on i smack them around watching you twitch n squirm mooing before i pull them off, the release of your tits has you thrashing and cumming again i slap them harder loving how they jiggle n shine with your drool dripping down them go on baby cum for mommy after your done she’s going to ride your face

i’m wet n ready for you baby <3 anon

Omg mommy! I have no words ... I need you to do this to me!! Tieing me up pushing my tits out, writing on them, tape over my mouth. Me lyingg there trying to take all of the candles in my tight pussy, tears streaming down my face as you force more and more into me.clamping my tits. Spanking me so my ass is nice and red, you eating my ass getting it nice and wet for when you steech out my asshole forcing candle after candle into me, I'd be so stretched with the candles in my ass and pussy, moaning, crying, trembling. You watching me struggle before you pull them all out and watch my gaping ass twitch and my gaping pussy leak cum, you playing with my clit, barely any pressure before I cum and squirt, then you grope and play with my tits pulling of the clamps, smacking them, and it all gets sk much that I cum again, you watching my tits jiggle, not stopping smacking g them, me twitching and drooling as I can't stop cumming, mooing and moaning. Fuxk mommy I want to be a food set of holes for you, want you to use my holes like this!!! Please mommy

[disneyprincemuke]

"wanna hang out?" * ls2

it's never fun feeling like an outsider, so you'd sworn that nobody would ever feel the way you did all those years ago

pairings: logan sargeant x platonic fem!driver

notes: also nothing to do with vr, but ON GOD I'VE GOT SOMETHING PLANNED WITH THEM I- i am also making this a mini series, because i cant physically sit down and write anything too long because this ask was very long and i simply can't not break it down into parts im sorry anon i love you

| "wanna hang out?" | driver's parade | american burgers | american football | the thanksgiving incident | another williams adoptee | beating the heat | you’re embarrassing me | santa baby | the favourite driver | the situationship | it's nice to have a friend |

"mate, just go up and him and say 'hi'. it's not that hard."

"i know, but i'm scared."

"scared? he's a 22-year-old. he won't bite you."

"you don't know that!"

"he's a really nice kid. just go up to him and ask him if he wants to hang out."

"okay, but only if you come with me?"

"you're a fully grown adult! you don't need me with you to play matchmaker to get a new friend."

"please, george? i'm asking you this one favour."

"no can do. look! there he is! go!"

that's the last thing you hear before you are rudely shoved out of alex's driver's room. you press your lips together into a thin line, fists balled by your side as you hear george close the door behind you. you knew hanging out with george in alex's room without alex is stupid.

you had simply noticed the american rookie quietly following the thai driver around, not making many conversations with other drivers during the pre-season test a couple of weeks ago. while you're very well equipped with making friends and incorporating yourself with the rest of your colleagues, logan seemed to be one of the people you found quite difficult to approach.

not because he's unapproachable. simply because he is also very quiet and reserved on his own. once upon a time, when you first joined formula 1 as the only woman on the grid, you were good friends with charles. that was before you had drifted apart amidst all the outright comparisons everyone would make, and eventually, you had fallen into his shadow while he achieved greater things in the sport.

you had learned to find solace in your own company for about a year or so, only speaking to whoever spoke to you. it wasn't until things started falling into place when toto wolff had picked you to race with mercedes, following lewis hamilton's retirement in 2021 after failing to secure himself a championship.

logan, who has just finished his climb up the stairs, flashes you a friendly smile as he fiddles with his keys. "hey," he greets you, before abruptly turning to unlock the door to his driver's room.

"hi," you smile, awkwardly wiping your palms against the material of your shorts. "i haven't had the chance to properly introduce myself to you. i'm (y/n)."

he pushes his door open, craning his neck to acknowledge you. "i know. i've been a big fan since you joined the sport," he glances elsewhere before meeting your eyes again, "i'm logan?"

"right, we already know that," you sigh, shaking your head. you take a step forward, maintaining your distance from the entrance of his driver's room. you don't want to wind up overstepping your welcome. "um, well, welcome to formula 1."

he smiles at you, slightly more genuine this time. you watch as he puts his bag down by the door. "thank you."

"no problem." you bite on the inside of your cheek, turning around to open the door to alex's driver's room. you hear the door creaking behind you, and you vaguely remember that all this awkward conversation wasn't initiated for nothing.

you turn back around and try to hold the door open. your palm meets the door, logan flinching back in surprise as you tilt your head to peek up at him. "have you had your lunch yet?"

he shakes his head. "why?"

"george and i are waiting for alex to finish his meeting with james before we go and grab lunch somewhere in the paddocks," you smile. "wanna hang out?"

[delimeats-000]

Cash in my prize:

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: smut, shit writing

note: don't read if you're a little bitch..

request -> anon

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i went along with the triplets to film them at the american ninja warrior park.

as everyone knows chris constantly flirts with me as a joke to get me all flustered, sooooo in return, ill do the same.

they started off on an inflatable wall climb..

"come on y/n, you try!" nic says.

"nah id rather climb chris instead" i say while winking at chris.

"Y/NN!!"

they move on to the obstacle course..

"chris if you make it before nick ill give you a big kiss"

chris turns to me wide eyed and gets a head start before the countdown.

he makes it to the finish before nic, "congrats monkey but we can save your prize for later." i wink again.

i cant tell if he's red from blushing or if hes just overworked. either way, still cute.

the good finally make their way to the wall, starting off small they go to the lowest one.

chris comes down from it using the pole to slide down.

"if i did that with less clothes its worth a million bucks" he comments.

"i gotta put in a loan."

"shut up" chris chuckles.

we get back to the house and the guys are so tired that they go shower then bed immediately. or so i thought.

what i didn't know what chris was waiting out in his room for his brothers to go to sleep so that he could come up and have a little talk with me.

chris' pov:

i go upstairs to see y/n sitting on her phone in the living room. she thinks she's so funny flirting with me all day getting me all nervous and shit.

i walk up to her and sit down putting my arm around her.

"christopher did you shower? you stink dude." she giggles.

"think you're funny?"

"usually.."

"im talking about earlier. trying to make me nervous or what?"

"so you can jokingly flirt but i can't?" she backs away.

pulling her close i get in her face, "i was never joking."

she looks at me confused, flustered, needy..

i grab her face and smash my lips onto hers, she doesn't pull away. surprising.

seconds go by and i pull away, "just had to cash in my prize. ill go ahead and shower now"

"can i- can i come too?"

i smile and start walking to my room.

y/n's pov:

next thing i know we're in his shower.

"get on your knees pretty girl" he says softly.

i do as i'm told and look up at him waiting for further instruction.

he plays with my wet hair watching me reach for his already hard cock. "good girl baby, keep listening and there shouldn't be any problems."

"yes sir" he laughs at this.

he grabs my hair harshly lifting my head to look at him, "suck" is all he says.

i try my best to fit all of him in my mouth he doesn't give me much of a chance before thrusting himself down my throat completely.

i choke at the length, if the water wasn't showered down on me he'd see the tears falling from my eyes.

he continues fucking my throat without giving me any breaks. he looks down at me, "such a good girl, god y/n- feels s'good."

"nothing to say pretty girl?" he laughs, "fuck gonna take my cum like the good little slut you are?"

i nod my head with him still in my mouth.

he thrusts a few more times before pulling out and resting his dick on my tongue, cumming in my mouth.

"such a good little slut baby."

"chris please- need more"

he grabs my chin petting my face, "tell me what you want"

"want you inside me chris please"

"you got it ma." he smiles helping me up, he grabs my face and kisses me gently, "ive waited too long for this."

"me too."

he turns me around and smacks my ass, bending me over chris rubs his dick up and down my hole. "you ready ma?"

"yes chris please hurry-" im cut off completely by chris entering me with full force. "FUCK"

"shit ma you're so wet just for me, feel so good might cum already"

"chris harder- FUCK" he puts a hand on my shoulder and another on my waist getting a better grip.

"oh god baby you're so tight, you gonna cum for me?"

"yes yes ye- shit" i feel myself pulse around him "just like that chris fuck"

"cum all over me pretty girl, c'mon" and with that i release everything onto him, my legs shake as he continues to thrust inside of me sloppily.

just then he pulls out at loses it all over my ass and lower back. he spins me around again holding me up so i don't fall.

he gives me a peck on the lips, "you're so pretty."

"you're such a flirt."

"says you."

[silentstyx]

okay saw that you also write for ethan morgan and could you. write a siren!reader thats like SUPER into him and he finds it unnerving (hes not used to girls Actually liking him) and he agrees to go on a date w her?? you can choose where!

"Bright like blue" ~ Ethan Morgan x Siren! Reader

tw! siren

erm idk which episode had the siren i cant find it 😖 i was gonna rewatch it but nvm ig, anyways ik what sirens are so i'll js thug it out. Also this guy is such a geek that he fs does dates at his house and gets his family to leave the house. he's also broke. i hate this.

(backstory: friends w sarah/erica they knew you were a siren, told the group thats how everyone knows)

Ethan kept his distance from her, to the best of his abilities at least. The thought of her luring someone out and killing them just by using her voice was.... frightening to say the least.

Yet, every time she flashed him the smile he remembered the kind of person she was. That she wouldn't make random men fall in love with her and then lure them out to sea and drown them! Right?

He knew you liked him, Sarah told him awhile ago. He didn't know what to do though, a girl hasn't ever liked him before. He's never even been on a date. I mean he's never really been too interested in dating until last year! Except he would be lying if he said you weren't attractive, I mean you're one of the prettiest people he's seen. Like ever.

"Hey, Ethan wait up" You called for him.

You were going to the same class together, he already knew that. It scared him, but he knew. Why was he so terrified of you? He knew you wouldn't actually kill him, but every once in a while he'll catch a glimpse of a scale or gill thats usually well hidden and it freaks him out.

"you wanna walk to class with-" He cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

"Do you wanna go on a date?" He asks looking at you, "wi-with me! i mean... do you want to go on a date with me..."

The last part of that was less of a question and more of anxiety and muttering. Yet, you could only smile at him and his dorky self.

"yeah sure" you respond, contently.

He was confused, why was he more anxious about this than you? You're the one that likes him! He doesn't even know if he likes you! Ok, he does like you a little bit... but why aren't you freaking out? Jesus just answer her!

"okay, uhm uh do you wanna just meet me at my house then..?" He was trying to play cool but there was clear anxiety in his voice. His stutter with every other word.

"yeah, sounds cool. So... do you wanna walk to class together or what?" You say, almost teasingly. With that same smile you always give him. God, you're pretty.

He just nods his head and you guys walk and talk with each other to class. You were doing the majority of talking, but you were so funny and so interesting. He hadn't ever talked to you for this long before. Once you reached the class your shared giggles died down.

After sitting through the hour long class he was thinking about what to wear, he had a good idea of what it would be. In the halls you went with Sarah and Erica while he went with Benny and Rory. You both just happened to be talking about the same thing though.

You came over an hour after school ended, there were no cars in the drive way. It looked as if no one was home, except the lights were on. You knocked on the door.

He answered wearing his and blue collar shirt with his formal pants. He looked at your somewhat formal (dress/suit/etc) attire.

"You look great" he says with a nervous smile.

"Thanks," you say with a genuine voice, "you look... geeky"

You both chuckle and he invites you in, offering his hand to you. You grab his hand and he gets a vision of water and a dock and a song.

You being a siren this freaks him out and he lets go of you instantly. While you just look at him confused, why did he drop your hand so fast? He had finally just stopped acting weird around you, kind of. Is he going to start again?

He leads you to the dining room where he set up candles and music, with food that looks surprisingly edible.

The room looked nice but, you had to poke fun.

"Everything looks great, but." Your voice trailed off at the end, teasing him.

He looked at you nervously, "but?"

"Take off the sweater vest. It's killing the mood." You say, playfully making fun of him. Lightly laughing.

He just rolled his eyes, taking off the vest and throwing it somewhere behind the two of you.

You two were talking and laughing the whole night, besides eating the enormous amounts of food that the two of you happened to finish somehow?

"Hey, I wanna show you something c'mon!" You say excitedly, standing up while wiping your face.

He looked at you confused, was this the thing in his vision? What were you showing him? He got up slowly, following you out.

You finally both arrived, hand-in-hand, walking to a somewhat abandoned dock. It didn't look old and dangerous but there were no boats or any signs of recent human life. You leave him and go to the edge of the dock, sticking your feet over. Humming some olden siren tune.

Same song as in his vision, thus making him panic. He stays off the deck completely, scared of what you might do. You turn around, suggesting him to come over as you scoot over. Making room for him. Kicking your feet in the water. He walks over, slowly, to sit with you. He takes off his shoes and socks and puts his feet in the water. Kicking with your feet in the water.

Maybe some visions aren't bad.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hii! 😁

I love ur work sm ❤️

So my Idea is for a g!p donna smut, reader wanting to suck Donna off and wanting to please Donna (plus really liking her cock) but not knowing how to ask/tell her so she just pushes the thought aside. They go on a date and reader is unknowingly making Donna lose it without knowing. (Ice cream date ykyk, kneeling down to pick up something in front of Donna then looking up at her, sucking her fingers after eating smth messy, yk stuff like that but Reader has no clue what she’s doing to donna its just like normal things she’s doing) Donna cant take it anymore and thinks Reader is doing all this on purpose and shows reader her very hard cock and tells her “Look what your doing to me, now you gotta fix it doll.” And tells reader to get on her knees and suck her off. Reader is surprised at first (though she isn’t complaining as its what she wanted) then thinks about it and connects the dots. reader pushes her luck and teases her more, (this time intentionally), worshiping her cock, kissing Donna’s tip, slowly licking her length all the way up with heavy eye contact, saying stuff like “your cock is so pretty Donna.” and taking all of her just to release her with a loud wet, pop! Once Donna has had enough, she starts roughly face fucking reader causing reader to gag hard as she’s not used to it and a bunch of tears start to gather at her eyes but that only spurs Donna on more. Donna degrades reader and is saying stuff like “Awh can’t take it now doll?”, “Your such a fucking whore.”, “you look so pretty crying on my cock.” Reader is just enjoying that she finally got what she wanted (even if it wasn’t planned) and is holding onto Donna’s legs, maybe even touching herself. After cumming in readers mouth Donna is all soft and is like, “sorry doll did I hurt you?” But reader is still touching herself and finishes herself off, and donna is kinda shocked she’s so into this.

Thats all I have so you can fill in the rest <3 thank you!

Yesss!!!! Oh, this is a very spicy one xD!!! Thank you for your words, and for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))))

Careful what you wish for

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna,smut, Minors DNI, rough oral sex, fluff, have I said smut already?

Word count: 7,645

Summary: That dream is driving you crazy...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

“Mm, Donna…” you moaned as you felt her wet caresses, as you noticed her fingers running over your folds with affection, with passion, her burning skin warming yours.

Her gaze didn’t leave yours as she saw for herself the pleasure that a simple caress was giving you. There was no home, there was nothing around you. Your senses were completely clouded by pleasure. You couldn't see, only feel, smell, moan…

Her fingers played with your wetness, making you the privileged one, making the Black Gods and the rest of the Lords envious of you. You had a Goddess pleasing you, after all.

Your moans increased as did her rhythm, a careful one, which knew where to touch, how to make you explode, how to worship you. It was so divine that you even believed you weren’t alive.

The way she curved inside you unleashed thoughts and words you had never said before, rude things that only emphasized the lust, the pleasure you felt. Best of all: it was just for you.

Your body enjoyed it, but your head began to lose itself, to feel guilty for such a selfish pleasure. You wanted to kiss her body, to caress her bare skin, to make her mouth emit the same sounds as yours, to make her only eye shine in a similar way, and to be that way thanks to you.

Pushing away the warmth of her fingers inside you, you crawled into that dark place to reach her soft skin, to caress her legs while your lips delighted down her navel, with the anticipation of a dirty but delicious act. You wanted to see that reaction, you wanted to know if her shaft felt as good in your mouth as it seemed.

Just when you were about to do it, to taste her arousal, a strong tug pulled you away from that empty place and your eyes opened.

It was just a dream.

“Ugh,” you groaned annoyed as you tossed around in bed, feeling your body altered by that erotic dream, furious at having woken up at the best moment. “Wow…”

Reality and dreams were always different, even if you woke up in that place, in that sinister house, next to its sinister owner. Rubbing your eyes you still thought about that dream, about the anticipation in your body at doing something you had never done, something to please Donna, and only Donna.

Shyness? Yes, you were quite shy, although with the passage of time that characteristic of yours disappeared little by little.

Shame? Oh, well, that too. The thing was that during your outbursts of passion you never stopped to think about the possibilities that a lustful act could give you.

Donna deserved heaven. She deserved each one of your kisses, your smiles. She was everything to you.

A villager like you, with no future, with a boring life, owed everything possible to a woman like her for having taken you out of that tedious routine. You were never the smartest, nor the most devout, nor the most beautiful... At least that was what you thought. You always went unnoticed by your peers, one more girl, one who they wouldn’t miss if they didn’t see her in church.

Going unnoticed was your best skill, but you weren’t even good at that. Without wanting it, without expecting it, you attracted the attention of the least expected woman, of a person who you didn’t think she even knew about your existence.

Donna Beneviento, one of the four pillars that held up the village, the youngest of the Lords, the most mysterious, had noticed you for some reason that even today you didn’t know. At first it was a cautious approach, one that you saw as a possible punishment or an end to your boring life.

It wasn't like that.

There were no visions, no pleas. There was nothing, in fact. That woman in mourning, covered by a veil, stood, looking at you while her doll laughed. It was just a few silent seconds, a sort of approach.

The disturbing time that made you pray to the Gods dissolved like dust after a gentle breeze. For some reason, you fixed your gaze on that mysterious lady while she did the same. An isolated incident, a punishment, a threat for not repeating Mother Miranda's prayers... That was what was going through your mind.

But, even improving your false devotion, those encounters continued. Silent glances, a regal pose... Nothing, not a word, not a whisper, just her invisible gaze.

Wanting to break that strange habit, you asked the reasons that woman had for approaching you. It took you days to get an answer, but luckily, not too many.

The details of how that relationship was formed were not important. Love simply arose between two wounded souls, one of them because of loneliness, the other one because it felt that it would be its destiny.

Donna was a strange woman, sick just as the rumors pointed out, but no one, ever, had been able to ignore those absurd details. Behind that black wall and that dark cloth, was a beautiful woman, a cultured, intelligent, sensitive woman… Nothing like the word the villagers used after her name: monster.

A scar on her face was one of the reasons for her isolation, the reason for that horrible black veil covering her beauty. Of course, that wasn’t enough. Donna was beautiful just the way she was. She didn’t need to cover herself, not for you.

On the other hand, Mother Miranda's gift, the blessing of the Black Gods when they named her Lord, wasn’t only responsible for altering that scar Donna had since she was a child. That gift came with more contraindications.

Her body changed, that gift stripped her of her appearance as a conventional woman transforming her private parts irremediably. No, that wasn’t a problem for you either, even though Donna insisted on hiding it until it was no longer possible.

Her fear of rejection disappeared with your smile, with your optimistic way of seeing life, of accepting each of its challenges. Well, you were interested in women, but Donna wasn’t only a woman, but the woman you loved. A stupid change wasn’t going to make your heart stop beating.

Once that barrier was overcome, the fear of the lady in black of you abandoning her, of you agreeing with everyone who said she was a monster, your life became easier and the smile refused to leave your face. You were happy, you were in love.

Love, kisses, caresses, passion… You had everything you longed for in your years of fruitless relationships with girls from the village, girls too cowardly to keep their promise of eternal love.

The risk had its reward, and you were living one of the best stages of your life. After a year in the mansion, you realized that you could spend a thousand of them without realizing it.

“Good morning, tesoro,” a sweet voice made you remove your frown, that irrational rage you felt when you woke up from that passionate dream.

“Donna…” you sighed, stretching comically, and capturing the brunette's lips slowly, wetly, trying to imitate those you felt in your dreams.

Of course, reality was far superior to that dream, in almost every way.

“Did you sleep well? You moved a lot,” she said, moving away from your insatiable kisses with elegance, getting out of bed as a silent rejection of your invisible but notorious intentions.

You couldn't blame her. Donna was a newbie in love, although when it came to stripping down and melting into you she was always wild, a wildness you liked, of course.

“Oh, yes, yes, I was having… A strange dream…” you slurred, pulling back the sheets and sighing at the lack of the pleasant warmth of the bedroom, probably due to the sudden cooling of your body.

“Mm?” she asked in a murmur, picking up her black dress, looking at you briefly, with a curious face. “Tell me about it”

“Um, well, we were in… Well, I don't know where we were but…” you stammered with blushing cheeks. No matter how many times lust took over your bodies, you were always a a bit shy.

“We? Have you dreamed about me?” she asked amused, caressing your cheek while you looked for a dress to start a new day. “It was a good dream, I guess.”

“Oh, yes, it was,” you said, accepting that soft caress while you bit your lip. Having her so close with that recent dream was starting to be dangerous. “We were…” you said, regretting it instantly. The blush on your cheeks made your words difficult. “It doesn't matter, reality is much better.”

Donna smiled, blinking at your erratic explanation, and with one last kiss, she turned around, walking out of the room.

“Are you coming, tesoro?” she asked when your body was rooted to the floor, when the vivid image of that dream kept harassing your mind.

“What? Where to?” you asked, shaking your head, trying to get her naked body away from your mind.

“Don't you want to take a shower with me?” she asked, with an innocent voice.

“Of course, of course, I'm sorry, Donna, I think I haven't slept enough,” you said, falsely apologizing, trying to divert your lustful thoughts, trying to keep your gaze from going to her legs, to keep your eyes from checking if she had woken up like she often do, happy.

Judging by that subtle rejection, you deduced that the day wasn’t going to start with an orgasm, but you didn't care, or so you thought.

“You can sleep more if you want, you have no obligation to accompany me,” Donna said in a whisper, walking next to you through the dark hallways.

“No, it's okay this way,” you said, downplaying it, to which the lady in black shrugged, laughing sweetly.

Of course, the last thing you needed at that moment was a hot shower, was her naked body very close to yours. A cold shower would have suited your thoughts better. Donna closed her eye as the water ran down her body, her almost divine body.

Her pale skin, her breasts… Everything was indiscriminately touched by the water drops, observed closely by your lascivious gaze, one that you hid by turning around, trying to get out of that interrupted dream.

“Bring me the soap,” Donna asked you after a moment of relaxation. Your body remained firm and your mind tried to control your impulses.

You couldn’t always escape the sight of her perfect body, and you knew it. The dreams you had usually disappeared from your mind, but on that occasion they didn’t.

The pleasure of her fingers, her naked body, her erection so close to your mouth… They were images that weren’t easy to forget.

Sighing, coming out of your reverie heightened by the hot water, you shook your head, bending down to comply with his request and turning around with a strange smile, looking at his bright eye, not at his body, but rather trying.

“Grazie, amore mio…” she whispered softly, taking the soap from your hand and kissing you quickly, but intensely.

You laughed amused by the caresses of her lips, by the sudden closeness that accelerated your thoughts even more. You got so nervous that the soap accidentally slipped from your hands, falling to the shower floor.

“Oops, sorry,” you said nervously, automatically bending down to pick it up, a terrible idea.

Her body was calling for you, that gift from the Gods was there, as close as in your dreams, as beautiful as ever. The temptation was inches away from your mouth, the wet and lascivious act that you were about to do in your dreams was within your reach.

You had never done anything like this. Donna was wild when you made love, but something kept her from letting your mouth navigate her body.

You didn't know if it was simply that she didn't like it, or if she was respectful enough not to ask you to do it.

You weren't the bravest girl in the village. You didn't dare to do it on your own, mostly because you weren't sure if it would please her or maybe it made her uncomfortable in some way.

Oral sex was a cliché, a fetish that all the boys in the village seemed to adore, or so your friends said. But there were two notable differences: Donna wasn't a boy and, of course, she didn't have that childish and boastful mentality.

She was different, even wild in lust, her spirit remained true to what she felt for you. She was always kind, respectful and patient with you. Of course, getting used to the idea of ​​making love in such a different way from what you had become accustomed to was a difficult step, but it was amply rewarded.

Moving forward or changing something in your routine was always something to be careful about and this situation was no exception.

But, having Donna helpless under the hot water, the majesty of her penis so close to you, the image of your dreams, her pleased face, her moans that would surely be scandalous... That definitely made you think that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to try.

You looked up to see what her reaction was, how Donna felt about having you that close, crouched in front of her, submissive, as she secretly loved. Your eyes didn't match hers.

The doll lady simply washed her black hair indifferently. You suspected that she hadn't even noticed your position, because her always sensitive body used to react to your proximity.

“(Y/N)?” Her voice distorted by the water brought you out of your moment of decision and her gaze met yours. Her brow was furrowed and her hand extended towards you. “Tesoro, are you okay? Are you dizzy?”

“What?” you asked, taking that kind hand and finally standing up, leaving your lustful thoughts aside. “Yes, yes... I mean, no, I'm not dizzy, why do you say that?”

“Well, it took you a long time to get up,” she said, smiling cautiously and finally taking the soap your hand was squeezing. “Sometimes people get dizzy from sudden movements.”

 “Yeah... Yes, it's true,” you whispered, sighing in confusion, closing your eyes so the water could erase the temptation from your mind, something that it partially achieved. “Don't worry, I'm fine.”

“Mm,” Donna murmured, taking your chin and bringing it to her lips with a tender smile before starting to clean her body.

Attempt failed, (Y/N)...

More kisses, caresses and smiles accompanied that romantic shower, but that was where it ended. There was no lust under the water.

There was no outburst from the brunette, not even an irrational attack of jealousy that she used to relieve by taking you roughly. You loved when she possessed you in that way, anywhere, at any time.

But apparently that wasn’t the day. Donna was calm and with her lust controlled. The two of you had breakfast in silence, as always. Well, almost, of course the doll Angie prevented peace from reigning in the mansion.

Shortly after, Donna went down to her workshop, in her unbearable routine of constantly making dolls. Surely a routine of more than 50 years was impossible to forget or ignore. It was a terrible thought, the thought that, before meeting you, Donna only had her dolls by her side.

“Well…” you sighed, showing your cards to the Angie doll. “What do you think?”

“You are a loser,” the puppet whispered, showing hers, making you roll your eyes.

“Hey, how is that possible? You can’t have 6 aces,” you protested, shaking your head. “You bother less and less to cheat subtly, Angie.”

“Bah, you protest because it is impossible to beat me,” she answered, taking all the coins that you always used for that game. “(Y/N) is a loser… Dumb…” she sang.

“Yes, yes, whatever you say…” you sighed, gathering the cards and putting them away in the box. “Well, you've cheated me enough for today, hey, where's Donna?”

“Do I look like a babysitter?” the doll asked, laughing amused.

“I wouldn't hire you as a babysitter even if you were the last living being on Earth,” you joked, getting up from the floor, shaking your clothes and walking towards one of the shelves.

“Oh... Do you mean you have a baby on the way?” the doll asked, making a shiver run down your spine.

“What? Of course I don’t,” you said amused, shaking your head. “Now shut up for a while, will you? I want to read something,” you said, sighing seconds later. “I guess Donna is still with her dolls…”

“Silly,” Angie said, passing by you. “I'm going to get her so you can stop ruining my life.”

“Me? Forgive me, your Royal Highness,” you joked, running your eyes over the books, trying to find one you hadn't read.

“Your Great Royal Highness, you stupid fool,” the doll screamed, disappearing through the hall.

You laughed silently and went back to your choice of books. Among them were some you had already read and others you didn't understand because they were in Italian.

“I guess I'll have to learn someday...” you whispered, leaving one of those incomprehensible books, causing another one to fall off the shelf. It was a small book, with a… More than suggestive cover. “Oh, but... What’s this? Erotic Christmas stories... Well, well...”

Blushing as you turned the pages and checked that there were no dolls on sight, you chose that book with curiosity, looking first for another one big enough to hide it. After all, Donna was about to go up.

After greeting you, devouring you with kisses and words of love, the two of you sat in your favorite reading corner, letting time pass, only interrupting the fiction to kiss each other sweetly from time to time.

Your eyes passed over those hot words, stopping on one of the stories, one strangely appropriate for that day, where the woman got on her knees, ready to please her lover.

Those perfectly written and descriptive words brought the image of your dream back to your mind, distorting the characters of that wet story, making Donna the protagonist, being pleasured by your lips on her erection.

You sighed as you noticed how the arousal passed through your veins, how that image was terribly erotic for you, imagining if the pleasure of that character could be comparable to that of the lady in black. You were definitely dying to know, to please the love of your life with that sinful gift, with those forbidden kisses.

Silently you shifted on the couch, regretting not being able to ask Donna for something like that. The words wouldn't come out of your mouth. They didn't want to come out, probably inhibited by the blush on your cheeks.

The lady's hand, which was tangled in your hair, tickled places far from your skin sending a lot of pleasurable sensations between your legs, sensations that were increasingly frustrating.

“What are you reading, tesoro?” Donna asked, taking you out of that story, of those thoughts, leaning over to observe your reading.

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” you said nervously, closing the larger book to hide the smaller one.

“Nothing?” she asked, amused, insisting on looking at that book, something that you prevented in the most clumsy way possible.

“Look, Donna, isn't that Mother Miranda?” you said in a feigned tone, with nerves distorting your voice while pointing towards the window.

As expected, a powerful Lord was nothing compared to the high priestess, and fear made Donna look sharply at the indicated place, giving you a few precious seconds to be able to put the sinful book aside and hide it under the sofa with an almost miraculous movement.

“Cosa? Dove?” she asked nervously, looking closely at the window.

“Oh, sorry, that must have been a mistake, I thought I mistook her for one of those crows,” you said awkwardly, making the lady look at you confused, blinking without saying a word. “I was reading this wonderful book about…”

“Cucina Mundiale?” she asked, frowning as she turned the large book around and pointed to the title. “But, but you don't understand it…”

“I know,” you said, moving your hand to play it off, glancing sideways at something in that book that would help you with your clumsy excuse. “The truth is I was just looking at the pictures.”

“Oh…” the lady sighed, nodding slowly. “Have you seen anything you like?” she asked curiously, looking at the page you were on.

“Um yes, yes,” you said with a confident smile, a fake one, of course, trying to quickly look at one of those recipes to focus your lie on. “Look at this, it looks delicious, the, the hot dog…”

“Mm,” she murmured, looking closely at the recipe. “It's very simple, (Y/N). It's a bun with a Frankfurt sausage inside, why did it catch your attention that much?” she asked curiously.

“Well, I don't know, it looks… It looks good, doesn't it? You could make it for me someday, I'd like to try it,” you said with puppy eyes, thus preventing the blush on your cheeks from growing even more.

100 recipes and you had to notice the damn sausage one… It wasn't your best day.

“Va bene…” Donna whispered, looking at you again with a frown, surely noticing the involuntary trembling of your body. “(Y/N)… You're acting a bit… Weird…”

“Weird, me?” you asked, pointing at yourself, trying in a childish way to divert her suspicions. “Not at all.”

“I'm sure you were reading another book,” she said, with a dark voice, giving you back the large book and crossing her arms. “What are you hiding from me?”

You looked everywhere, trying to calm down. The burgundy color of your cheeks didn't help at all.

“Another book? No, no, no, no,” you said, shaking your head effusively. “It must be your imagination.”

The lady blinked again, looking for the obvious lie in your gaze.

“Well, I guess it is…” she whispered, scratching the back of her neck. “Have I, have I done something wrong?”

“What? No, of course you haven’t, Donna,” you said to relieve that strange and irrational concern, one that her sick mind brought to light when she got nervous.

The ignorance, any intention you had to keep a secret, no matter how absurd it was, gave the lady in black enough concern to accuse you of having deceived her, something you had to prevent her from believing at all costs.

You didn't like it, you hated it, but you had no choice but to put lust aside and do something terrible, lie to her, for a good reason, of course.

“Well... Let's see, you haven't done anything wrong but,” you started when the blush was replaced by nerves. She nodded expectantly. “Well, I'd like us to spend a day together, you know, for you to leave your dolls for once.”

“My dolls?” Donna asked, getting a little closer. “Is that what bothers you? Tesoro, I…”

“No, let's see, it's not exactly that but… Look how nice it is today, summer is almost here and I would like to do something with you instead of being locked up here and losing all my money playing poker with Angie…” you said in a calm tone, pointing at the sun that was beginning to fade through the window.

“I'm, I'm, I'm sorry, (Y/N),” she whispered, lowering her head. At least that time she got sad instead of losing her mind.

“Don't apologize, my love,” you said with a tender smile, taking her trembling hands, comforting them with yours. “But… Well, I don't know, tomorrow you could leave that dark workshop and do something with me…”

“Oh, okay, I, yes, of course, if that's what you want, I'll do it,” the dark lady said, with a smile that was too quick, kissing you when she saw that you didn't say it as a reproach, but as a suggestion. “What do you have in mind?”

Many things, Donna, many things...

“How about we cook together? We could make that recipe and... I don't know, maybe eat it on the porch to enjoy the nice weather,” you suggested, looking at the book again, happy to have managed to trick her.

“Um, just that?” Donna asked confused. “That easy?”

“It's not hard to make me happy, honey,” you said again with a smile, running a loving hand over her scar, something she liked more and more over time. “I could go to the village and buy ice cream, what do you think?”

“I-I think that's a great idea, (Y/N)…”

At least, in addition to get rid of a terribly awkward moment, you got a well-deserved reward for it. Just as the lady promised, the next day the routine changed, staying with you all the time, forgetting about her dolls for a moment.

Continuing with the lie of the interest you had in that recipe, the two of you cooked that simple dish laughing, really having fun. You didn't have that dream again, and you'd be lying if you said that the idea of ​​hugging Donna with your lips had left your head.

That romantic day, those laughs and those tender kisses, forced you to put aside your dark desires. You didn't forget it, but you didn't want to remember it either.

It was a wonderful day. You didn't want to ruin it with the usual wild lust, although well, if you ended up moaning and screaming with pleasure while she took you, you weren't going to complain.

“Okay… A little more of this,” you said amused, adding more lettuce to your hot dog.

Donna was right, it was a simple dish, but that didn't matter. The most important thing was the laughter, that way the lady patiently taught you how to cook, even if it was just boiling a simple sausage.

“Stop filling it so much, you won't be able to eat it,” she said, decorating hers in a simpler way, looking at the book from time to time. “Here it says that you can put whatever you want on it, but I think you're going too far.”

“Bah, how boring,” you said with a smile, admiring your creation. “Don't worry, I've put bigger things in my mouth,” you commented without realizing it, making the lady open her eye and tense up.

“Um… Have you?” she asked in a whispery voice, somewhat broken by that abrupt phrase that, in another context, could sound a bit… Strange. “Oh, um, okay…”

Her confused murmur didn't alert you and you nodded with a shy smile, pouring sauces over your food.

“So this is ketchup… It seems like something perfect to accompany anything,” you commented looking at the newly acquired bottle. “Do you know how much the Duke charged me for it? 500 lei, that guy rips me off more and more.”

“It's just sweet tomato sauce, (Y/N),” Donna said, looking at the bottle with curiosity. “I'm sure I can make a better one.”

“I don't doubt it,” you joked. “Hey, pasta might be tasty with…”

“Put a single drop of that thing on my pasta and I swear that…” she hissed, with a cold, dark, terribly offended look.

“Oh, hey, calm down, honey… I wasn't serious… I think…” you said with a nervous smile, caressing her cheek, making a tender look camouflage that sudden offense.

“Okay, that's it…” she murmured, freeing herself from a merciless attack from your lips, one that intended to bless your ears with that sweet laugh, a laugh that seemed impossible for someone like her. “Let's take it to the porch.”

Angie didn't participate in that romantic lunch, thank the Gods, and you both were able to enjoy the nice spring weather. It was a really nice meal. Romantic glances adorned that old mansion. Smiles and whispers eclipsed the sound of crows.

“Oh, wow,” you said as you brought the food to your mouth, opening it exaggeratedly. You didn't want to agree with Donna, of course.

“I told you,” she said amused, wiping your sauce-stained neckline with a finger. “You've put too much ingredients in.”

“Oh, wait, wait,” you said, grabbing her wrist just as she was going to grab a napkin, automatically bringing her finger to your mouth, licking it effusively. “Don't waste this delight…”

The lady withdrew her finger and looked at you strangely as if she was confused by your attitude. You smiled and winked at her while she looked at her finger desecrated by your tongue, swallowing as if she had suddenly become nervous.

“Um, I…” she murmured, shaking her head, smiling in a terribly false way and getting up from the chair. “I'll go to get dessert.”

“Mm, dessert,” you said, licking your lips, closing your eyes and sensually running your tongue over them. Well, you really didn't plan on doing it in a sensual way, but you couldn't help it. “I'm looking forward to sucking on that…”

“What…. What?” Donna asked, even more confused, her empty plates shaking in her hand. “You want to suck…”

“Yes, the ice cream…” you whispered innocently. “I was always my scandalous one when it came to eating them. I hope you don't find it disgusting.”

“What?” the lady asked again, making her disconcerting nervousness even more evident. “N-No, of course not.”

“Great,” you said, blinking petulantly, tilting your head to look at her, to see a curious smile that appeared on her lips. “Is something wrong, my love?”

“No, no…” she said quickly, picking up the cutlery, with a much more normal attitude, as if that little nervous moment had mysteriously vanished. “Oh, cazzo…”

The sound of a fork falling to the ground alerted you and your helpful attitude forced you to get up and bend over, just like you did the day before during the shower.

The difference was that this time, you weren't thinking about how close you were to her body, to her black dress. You looked up with a tender smile and unlike the day before, her eye were fixed on yours, looking at you curiously, lowering her free hand to your chin to tilt it slightly. You could hear her thoughts running through her mind, but you couldn't interpret them.

Donna shook her head again after that strange moment, helping you up slowly, letting you climb up while maintaining eye contact, something that made her stir.

“Here,” you said innocently, handing her the cutlery and leaving it on top of the plates. She nodded confused, frowning and walking towards the entrance. “Oh, Donna!” you shouted to get her attention, grabbing her by the waist. “A cream one for me,” you whispered, kissing her ear romantically.

“Cream, s-sure...” she murmured, moving away and looking at you coldly as she left the porch.

You shrugged, letting yourself fall back into your chair and sighing at the pleasure of that meal.

“This is great, I have to be mean more often,” you commented to yourself, laughing amusedly and finishing your glass of water.

After a few minutes, Donna returned with your ice cream, handing it over quickly, with a smile that seemed nervous to you.

“Here you go, tesoro,” she whispered affectionately, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on the lips before returning to her chair.

You frowned as you unwrapped your dessert.

“What about you?” you asked curiously, noticing the emptiness of her hands, which seemed to scratch the black fabric of her dress. “You don’t want one?”

“Um, no, (Y/N) I, no, I’m not hungry anymore,” she said, smiling comfortably again.

You nodded and began to eat that delicious ice cream. Little by little you bit into the chocolate pieces, moaning in pleasure at the sweetness, at the refreshing taste of that perfect dessert for a perfect day.

You hadn't lied. Your tongue passed through the cream slowly, going over the sweet calmly, savoring every inch intensely. You put it in your mouth, making exaggerated turns, taking it out and causing a sound similar to a kiss, one that, you soon realized, was too loud.

Without paying attention to what that meant, you continued with your feat, taking small bites on the tip you had created, accompanying it with the skillful movements of your tongue and your pleasurable moans.

That noisy and wet soundtrack stood out among everything else. The sound of the birds was erased by your licks, the waterfall was nothing compared to the absorption of your mouth in that cream, with the strange sound it made when passing through your tongue. Donna cleared her throat, looking away when you turned your head, looking at the quieter-than-usual woman in black.

“Sorry, I’m making too much noise,” you apologized amused, licking the ice cream even more as your eyes met hers for a moment before she pulled away again, fidgeting in her chair. “Are you okay, Donna?”

“Y-Yes,” she murmured, playing with her dress uncomfortably, looking away again. “Finish it, will you?”

“Mm, why?” you asked curiously. “I like to enjoy it slowly…” you sighed, popping the ice cream back into your mouth.

“O-okay…” Donna whispered, turning slightly in her chair, looking at her lap briefly and frowning. “I… I should go in and…”

“No, wait, I’m almost done,” you said, grabbing her wrist when the doll maker suddenly stood up.

She stopped dead, nodding nervously, looking down again and biting her lip, moving her dress with the hand you weren't holding.

With a tremendous and involuntarily sensual moan, you ended the cruel torture you were doing to the ice cream, licking your lips and sighing in satisfaction.

“Mm... Delicious... I love how the cream melts in my mouth... I could spend hours licking it...” you commented, after which, without being able to finish the sentence, Donna pulled her hand away from yours with a grunt.

“What's wrong with you, (Y/N)? What are you up to?” she asked nervously, moving away from you.

“What? What are you talking about?” you asked confused, getting up at the brusque attitude of the brunette, one that you didn't see any sense in. “Donna, what...?” you asked, interrupted by the sight before you, by your eyes going down to the same place as hers, to her dress deformed by a rather noticeable bulge.

“It's your fault,” the lady growled, covering her embarrassment with her hands while you covered your mouth with yours, holding back your laughter and a gasp of surprise. “It's... It's your fault...”

“My fault? But Donna...” you joked, moving her hands away to see the result of your unconscious actions, the erection that was palpable in the black fabric of her dress. “Donna...”

Your mind asked for your attention to be diverted for a moment, making you remember each of the things you did that day. You thought you had forgotten that dark desire, that you only wanted to enjoy a different day, but it was clear that you couldn't do it, at least consciously.

The hot dog, your tongue on her finger, your mouth very close to her body, that lascivious eye contact and finally that sensual dance of your mouth with the ice cream… Everything seemed to send confusing signals to the brunette, signals that she interpreted in an unexpected way.

You wondered what she was thinking about.

“Wow… So you liked the way I ate that ice cream, huh?” you whispered in a drawl, running a finger along her chest, slowly moving down to her covered shaft, gently caressing it through the fabric.

The lady, embarrassed, nodded slowly, gasping as your skin made contact with hers, as your dancing fingers grabbed the edges of her skirt and pulled it down a bit so you could see for yourself the extent of her arousal.

“Tell me, darling… Would you like me to do the same to you?” you asked in her ear, teasingly feeling her erection through her underwear, grabbing it and moving it slowly, teasing poor Donna, who nodded erratically again.

You hadn’t made a wish on a magic well or anything, but it seemed luck was on your side.

“Mm, very well, my love, I will be happy to please you…” you whispered again, releasing her covered shaft, causing the lady to gasp in annoyance at the lack of contact. “Let’s go inside.”

“No,” she hissed, not letting you drag her with you, staying rooted to the ground, not bothering to cover herself again.

“No?” you asked curiously, a wicked smile crossing your face.

Donna shook her head, removing the clothes that imprisoned her desire, releasing her terribly erect shaft and gesturing for you to return to your position. Her gaze darkened and something resembling a smile appeared on her face as she moved closer to kiss you briefly.

“You caused this, doll, and you're going to fix it, now,” she said, letting the wetness of your kisses mix, making you moan on her lips as you felt her erection pressing into your body, claiming you. “On your knees.”

“Here? But Donna,” you said with a good girl face, tilting your head, lowering your hand to the desired place.

“Chiudi il becco,” she hissed in a rough tone, a common tone in your passionate outbursts. “Get on your knees and suck me off, now…”

“Oh, how rude,” you joked, clicking your tongue but obeying her, bending down until your knees met the stone floor and your eyes were hopelessly fixed on her trembling arousal.

Without having planned it, you were right where you wanted, the way you wanted. It was a sweet victory, a victory over something she didn't even suspect. You had your prize so close that your thoughts darkened even more, encouraging you to enjoy it more, to act how you wanted and not how she demanded.

“Mm, let's see...” you joked, getting a little closer, looking at her with a lustful smile as your hand moved to her shaft, slowly wrapping it as you watched her reaction.

Donna didn't say anything. She simply closed her eye at the pleasure of your caresses. Of course that pleasure couldn't exist even in a dream. You were going to have fun... A lot of fun.

“What are you doing? Your mouth, (Y/N)...” she whispered impatiently, letting her hips be carried away by the soft movements of your hand.

“How impatient,” you said amused, letting her go, kissing the tip for the first time, placing your lips on it slowly with a romantic and wet sound. “Mm… You're so beautiful…”

Donna gasped at the contact, bringing a hand to your hair to keep you in place. That reaction was something new for you. You weren't going to stop enjoying every tremor, every sigh of the brunette, every trembling movement of her penis being praised by your lips.

“Look at you, how hard it is, my love…” you whispered giving small kisses to the tip, licking it softly with your tongue without reaching that desired caress, making her go crazy and growl with pleasure. “I love your cock, Donna… It's so big, so beautiful…” you whispered with a voice camouflaged by your kisses.

“Don't be that way…” she whispered, moaning when your mouth made contact with her body, when your tongue dared to be a naughty, running along her length slowly. “Stop talking and…”

“Mm…” you murmured, laughing, enjoying the taste of her arousal, the movements her body made with each lick, always looking up, meeting her bright eye, not wanting to leave it.

“Stop playing, doll, be good, will you?” Donna said looking away for a moment, moaning gutturally when your lips wrapped around the tip, making her believe that your mouth would run over her erection the way she wanted.

Of course, it wasn't like that. Your mouth pulled back with an obscene sound and your tongue returned to the task of slowly running over every inch with a defiant look.

“I'm not your good doll, Donna,” you commented amused, kissing the entire length, moving it with your hand at will, going down to the edge and then up again, accompanying those innocent kisses with soft movements of your tongue. “I don't think you want me to be…”

“Stop torturing me…” the lady protested, pulling your hair so your eyes met again. “Suck me off now.”

“Don't be that vulgar,” you said pretending to pout, licking her shaft while holding her gaze, forcing her to moan again.

“You like me to be vulgar,” she said, keeping her composure. “Don't lie to me, I've seen how… Ah… how you ate that damn ice cream…”

“Actually, it wasn't on purpose,” you said with a passive voice wrapping your hand around her erection again, stimulating it, making her hips move. “But now that you mention it… You are much more delicious than that ice cream…”

“Enough of the games. Do it or I will do it myself…” Donna growled, pulling your hair hard.

That slightly abrupt attitude only meant one thing. If you continued with your games, she wouldn't be able to stand it.

“Okay…” you said with another pout, moving her erection with your hand, positioning it in your mouth while the eye contact hardened much more, especially when, slowly, you adapted your lips to it, gently wrapping it, sliding your mouth along her shaft.

“Sì… Così buono…” the lady sighed, satisfied because you were good. What she didn't know is that your game wasn't over.

After running your mouth over her erection, after tasting her shaft, hugging it mercilessly, grinding yourself to go as far as possible, you quickly backed away, making an abrupt, wet pop sound interrupt her silent moans.

“It's better than I thought,” you whispered to yourself, watching the sinful dance of her penis as it was released from your lips. “Delicious…”

“It's over, I'm fed up,” she said, grabbing your head with both hands. “The game is over, doll, now it's my turn.”

You couldn't protest as her firm hands brought your mouth back to her shaft, enveloping it again, without that slowness that for poor Donna was torture. Her hips quickened dangerously as she moved in your mouth, as she took you in that terribly arousing way.

Even though you weren't used to something like that and her size was clearly above average, that little discomfort in your throat you felt with each thrust only provoked you.

The sounds stopped being simply obscene to become a tangle of gasps, angry moans from Donna and protests from your invaded throat.

If you could have, you would have smiled, but her movements were neither merciful nor romantic.

“That's it, you whore...” the lady growled, making you open your eyes to look at her face, a sinister face that said that horrible word.

To what extent was she excited to insult you in that way?

Of course, it didn't bother you. It didn't matter what Donna said during sex, afterwards, she was always a cute teddy bear.

“Talk now, laugh, make fun of me, come on, doll,” she said again, slowing her pace, but increasing the intrusion in your mouth. “Oh, certo, you can't, can you?”

You shook your head, desperately taking everything you could. It didn't matter that she was nervous and furious. Your only goal was those moans of pleasure that came from her lips.

“What's wrong, doll? Can't you take it? Is it too much for you?” Donna asked mockingly, letting your mouth go, pulling your hair so you would look at her.

Your breathing was labored and the movements and that pleasant discomfort had brought tears to your eyes but your mouth… Your mouth could only manage a satisfied smile.

“Of course I can, Donna, don't underestimate me,” you whispered, causing a nervous laugh from the lady in black, who didn't waste a second in bringing her hips closer again, resuming those movements.

When you got used to the frenetic rhythm of her cock in your mouth, you started to really enjoy it, so much so that one of your hands, which was hanging from her legs to keep your balance, went down your dress quickly moving away the moisture that was on your underwear, caressing your folds in the same rhythm as her hips.

“Almost there...” Donna said, with a less dark voice, losing the rhythm while you increased yours between your legs, while your fingers curled inside you and your mouth was invaded and desecrated.

You moaned against her skin, causing terribly exciting vibrations to the brunette.

“I'm not going to move away...” she hissed, moving rhythmically, in a more intense way, going even further. “I'm going to do it right in your mouth, doll.”

Your own caresses tried unsuccessfully to overshadow that fulfilled desire, that rough way of taking you and moaning, that improvised carnal act just for Donna.

Her thrusts stopped and her hands pressed your head against her while your mouth filled with her hot release, caressing you with her wet heat, with the delicious taste of her seed.

“Oh…” the lady sighed, releasing you from her grip while you, free of intruders, enjoyed the taste in your mouth, going down your throat, and started to moan at your own movements. “(Y/N)… Gods, maybe, maybe I went too far…”

“No, no…” you said shaking your head, increasing the speed of your hand on your dress, something that apparently went unnoticed by the brunette.

“Have I hurt you, tesoro?” Donna asked, catching her breath. “Oh…” she sighed when she noticed your own release, when a loud scream went through the surroundings, making your orgasm much more intense.

“Oh, Donna…” you said with a smile, taking your hand out of your dress under her watchful gaze. “Do you remember that dream I had yesterday? Well this has been much better…”

[lazulian-devil]

Does anyone remember Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks? You know. The one with the train.

Point is. This was my first Zelda and I have so many good memories of it. But I know people hated it so I went back in, just to see how much I liked it.

And oh boy. Oh fucking boy.

Is the train riding a little obnoxious? Sure. Especially in the endgame. We all know that.

But the story is so good? The characters are either wonderful or wonderfully stupid? Zelda is such a cool companion character and I still love her as much as I used to. The mechanics are fun, the fucking Dungeons are amazing (and theres so so soooo many!!) and my heart is just so happy.

Everyone mocked me as a child but I love this game. I played for five straight hours yesterday and everything was just so fun. So incredibly, wonderfully fun.

Look, you dont have to care about it. Its a silly spin off. But the writing is genuinely funny, the graphics are absolutely "You get used to it", the fact that you basically control the entire game with your stylus is something that I dont remember ever having to do in a game, the Puzzles are fun, the pacing is (at least for the first five to six hours, meaning that I managed to unlock three of the slates, went through two dungeons and finished three tower dungeons) pretty damn good, the quests I know to be stupid and time consuming but I was also like a child. Anything Ive struggled with or remembered to be hard isnt actually that bad. The map marking mechanic is such a cute idea and I love it. Stamps. The enemies. The characters. The Dungeons!!! Oh my god, the dungeon bosses. They arent hard or mind boggling or all that jazz, but they're fun! And still a little challenging, despite having played the game twice as a child and now having leveled up a few levels in videogame skill. The camera is never annoying. The SOUNDTRACK. The riddles I found overwhelming as a kid are actually pretty easy to solve from context clues. The world has so much intrigue and I know it all gets answered. I never managed to beat the final boss, but I cant fucking wait. I know you can grind your train pieces into oblivion, but I dont think I will (unless I notice that Im majorly struggling). THE SOUNDTRACK.

I wish there was any way to emulate it so I could Show it to other people. Im playing it on a crappy DS Lite that doesnt close properly anymore. Its just...

This is a Nostalgia win, my dudes. An absolute nostalgia win. My heart is singing. I am so Happy. If you own this game or stumble over it, please give it a try. Its so damn charming. Stupid, maybe. But charming. Might write a proper Essay on it because my heart. My poor child heart. Its overflowing.

[thepepsislvt]

Also, do you write for Kid or Killer…………? Is so PLEASE SOMETHING ANYTHING I BEG, EVEN JUST HCS FOR EITHER OR A POLY

-🌷 the Eustass and Killer (and barto ofc) obsessed Tulip

I ENJOY THEM SO MUCH AND I THINK ABOUT THEM SO CONSTANTLY YOU ASK I PROVIDE ❤️

nobody will understand how much i miss the pre time skip killer fit like he looks good in post timeskip but GOD.

Warnings: Cursing, kid being a dick

dating both Kid and Killer there will never be a dull moment

Kid is loud and rowdy and Killer is quiet

you and Kid bicker and poke fun at each other like you’ve known each other your whole life

When you and Eustass are at each other's throats it's Killer who comes and steps in to break the fight

Acts like a mom and is like “I don't care who started it I'm going to finish it”

Because you're too damn stubborn and Kid has such a thick skull Killer has to separate you more than not

Kid may not seem like he cares but he does

he shows it awfully though

he pull up to your bedroom door at an ungodly time of night before going to bed himself

he barges in and bangs on the open door just to wake you up

after your initial reaction which was to grab a weapon and hide under your bed you finally realize its just him

you crawl out and give him a nasty glare

“What is it Eustass? cant it wait until morning?”

“i made this for you asshole”

he gives you a new bracelet or necklace he made himself before leaving without another word

he leaves your door open just to annoy you

you slam the door before returning to bed

the noise from the door being slammed woke Killer awake and he knows exactly what happened

when you all wakeup you get an earful from Killer about being quiet at night because the crew needs to sleep in order to function properly

Killer is almost the exact opposite from Kid

any fights you have with him he will resolve in a normal, calm manner

he lets you sit in the kitchen with him while he cooks

you can talk his ear off and he wont butt in or interrupt you

he does get his piece in when you pause for a moment

most nights he cuddles with you since Kid stays awake pretty late

and if you do stay up late like Kid, Killer will sleep on whatever furniture available and just hold you in his lap

Killer is insecure about his laugh and face so when you first started dating he would only let you kiss his hands or mask

but slowly he warms up to the idea of you seeing his face and every now and again he moves his mask up his face more when you want to give him a kiss

when he does eventually remove his entire mask you cover his entire face in kisses and tell him hes perfect to you even if he doesnt think so

Killer loves it when you play or brush his hair

you help him style it and always puts it into a ponytail for him when hes cooking

Kid lets you kiss him only if you can reach his face

he will make you climb on furniture and jump around just to do so

when hes done making you work so hard he squats down only to tease you even more

“can you reach now, Tiny?”

“well now youre not getting a kiss for that”

“WHAT!? NO THATS NOT FAIR! I WANT A KISS AND I WANT IT NOW”

“Im not giving it to you for that!”

“GIVE ME IT NOW I DESERVE IT”

hes so demanding

when Killer sees Kid giving you shit for being shorter than him Killer will push the back of Kid’s head down so you can reach him

You kiss Kid’s cheek and then go hug the blonde while Kid complains that having Killer help is cheating

on nights where Kid is just worn out and actually decides to go to bed when you and Killer do its an amazing cuddle session

Killer has to separate sleep in the middle which he doesnt mind but only does this because you and Kid will Bicker about anything and everything

“STOP laying on me you big red asshole”

“well youre cutting off my oxygen when you lay on my chest” (you dont he just wants to have the last word)

“God you act like you cant bench triple my weight”

“you two fight like children just shut up and go to sleep” Killer had to physically move either one of you to the other side of him just so the poor guy can sleep

there are some nights you and Kid can sleep next to each other without fighting but you two are always up till 4 in the morning giggling and laughing about the most random ass things

“okay would you rather spend 24 hours in an abandoned mall with 10 cobras or 1 gorilla but you cant use your metal arm or devil fruit”

“Well obviously the gorilla because i feel like i could fight it without those”

“i didnt know youre that dumb”

“oh really what would you pick?”

“the snakes obviously”

“you dont know where they are though! one could drop from the ceiling and theyre harder to hurt! at least you can see the gorilla”

“Snakes are more afraid of you than you are of them if you leave them alone you will be fine”

“But if they bite you youre done for”

“Youre done for if you try and fight a gorilla!”

“i personally think i would intimidate it”

“Kid you cannot intimidate a gorilla, you would be better off with the snakes like they said now shut up”

you and kid do shut up for exactly 4 minutes and 56 seconds then start yapping again

Killer and Kid are the best boyfriends that anyone could ask for

[writingstoraes]

begin again 🌷 (split pt. 3)

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: the long awaited part 3! this took so long only cause i had no idea how i want it to go lol anyway i hope u guys love this one :D lmk what u think!

about: almost a year after your split with charles, fans take a trip down memory lane and wondering why the two of you seemed to have watered things down after soft launching other people months ago. a bunch of rumors also set twt crazy along with speculations at your paddock appearance where you apparently support ferrari.

read: part 1, part 2 (can read on its own, but the parts provide context hehe)

yourusername

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yourusername back at the happiest place on earth ❤️

lilymhe Have fun, love xo

yourbff Looking that good just to watch a race????

tyretactics QUEEN I ALWAYS LOOK FORWARD TO YOU EVERY RACE

charliez1655 miss mam twt is on fire we all miss you 😪

leclercsluv wdym shes almost always at every race ricciardoshooey no they meant w charles lol

yourusername recently added to her instagram story!

Now playing: Charles Leclerc, 2023 Austrian GP, Post-Sprint Shootout Interviews

yourusername

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yourusername on a wednesday, in a cafe, i watched it begin again

lecslover looking GOOD AS HELL QUEEN

sainzplaylist god shes back to the man shes been soft launching i think i am going to be: sick

1655lecs that might be charles, we don't know 🙏 sainzplaylist yeah i think its time we let that go lol

wagsqueens mam im sorry wym by begin again???

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc It's nice to have a friend 🌅

tyreexpert u cant tell me thats not y/n 😪 she's his friend after all...

joris__trouche Looking sharp!

lecssainz16 war is over you guys theyre back at it i am in my acceptance stage now

Some months later...

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yourusername i am and willl always be your number one fan. words cannot encapsulate how proud i am of you; truly, you deserve all of this and so much more. congratulations, my love ❤️

it's nice to see you running towards me again :)

ps. yes we've been soft-launching each other the past months hahaha

leclercfan AM I DREAMING SOMEONE PINCH ME

livwatchraces i screamed when i saw you guys on the screen!!!

carlossainz55 Aaand they're back 🎉

charles_leclerc Thanks, number one shipper

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Sunshine in human form.

A few months ago, I started hanging on to the fact that in good faith and in good time, things will eventually work its way out. Almost a year ago, it seems as if we have closed a chapter but today, we are living proof people who are made for each other can begin again.

Ce sera toujours toi 🤍 It will always be you.

scuderiaferrari We missed you tons, Y/N! ❤️

wagsf1 the queen of all queens is back we love to see it

lecslover it's years later and he still talks about her the same way he always have 🥹

sainzchamp The way theyve been soft launching each other all this time and that one rumor of Charles being with another girl was still Y/N 😭

yourusername sold our apartment already? too bad 😆

charles_leclerc I never actually sold it, if I did, I'd probably buy it back

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy, @mehrmonga, @mess-in-side, @leclerc16s, @thelovehypothesis, @dakotali, @aldene-styles

notes: eeee and its finally done! cant believe it took so much time before i finished all three parts lol anyway thank you so much for those who waited for the part three (i see all the asks on my inbox and the comments ehehe) i really just didn't know how i wanted it to go so! i hope you guys love this and lmk what you think <3

[marksmelodies]

10:30pm

-fluff/smut

-minors do not interact

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“ Babe” you call out to your boyfriend who is engulfed in his mobil games, he dosent seem to hear you so you call out to him again “Jaemin” ….nothing, you sigh and try again one last time “Na Jaemin” his head snaps up immediately

“ Yes my love” he says in a almost intimidated voice “I’ve been trying to get your attention but you’re too busy to notice me” you say trying to get him to give you some affection

“ Babe come on that’s not true, let me finish this level and then i’m all yours i promise” he looks back at his phone again.Once Jaemin finally finishes his game he gets up from the chair and comes to the bed lying down smothering you with hugs and kisses

“ Jaem i’m bored” you whine “ what do you want to do” he asks sitting up, you two brainstorm some ideas but nothing comes to mind

“ Wanna go back to my apartment”?? you ask “ what’s the difference going back to your place your just going to complain you’re bored there too” Jaemin says laying back down on the bed

“ Theres something entertaining we can do at my place that we can’t do here” you smerk at him “ and what would that be” Jaemin leaning forward so your faces are inches apart, he plays dumb knowing exactly what you’re suggesting

“ Let’s go back to my place, pick out a movie to watch and then ten minutes in lose interest in it and end up having sex like we do every time”

Though you and Jaemin have been together for a while he still gets surprised of how bold you are

“ Your plan is more than okay with me, should i just sleep over your place tonight since i have tomorrow off” he asks

“ Duh you know i cant sleep good without you” you hug him tightly

“ Let me grab a few things and we can leave” he pecks your lips.

“ It was good seeing you all again” you say to the boys who are in the living room “ i’m out see you” Jaemin waves

“where are you guys going”?? Mark asks “oh we’re just going back to my place” you respond

“ Why doesn’t she just sleep over here Jaemin we don’t mind, unless you don’t want to y/n i know we can be annoying” renjun laughs

“ Oh um no! that’s not why you guys are great really” you try and defend yourself “ my place is just um ya know.. uhh” you stutter

“ We’re going over hers so we can fuck” Jaemin blatantly states “ so goodbye no more questions see ya later” he hufs and grabs your hand to quickly pull you out of the dorm

“Jaemin what the fuck” your cheeks start turning red “i learned it from you, you’re usually the bold one” he laughs.You arrive to your apartment quickly kicking off your shoes and making your way to your bedroom, you lay down on the bed waiting for Jaemin to join you.

“Wanna just skip the movie part” he asks making his way over to you engulfing you into a kiss “ someone’s in a hurry” you smile,Jaemin hovers over you while taking your shirt along with your bra off leaving trails of kisses down your body, he pulls your shorts down, next your underwear throwing them to the floor leaving you completely naked under him. Jaemin usually likes to be dominant but there are many times when you’re the one in charge tonight however is not one of those times.

“You’re so beautiful” he whispers while kissing you.Jaemin then goes to your pussy licking a stripe before diving into you completely, flicking his tongue up and down while occasionally sucking on your clit, you feel yourself get closer and closer to your high, moaning loudly indicating you’re about to finish, Jaemin notices and works harder to chase your high, your legs start to shake while you pull on his hair and arch your back you feel your body overcome with ecstasy as you scream his name “god you taste so good, you’re so addicting” Jaemin gets up from the bed taking his own clothes off ,Once undressing himself he rubs your clit with his tip and begins to slide his member into you, both letting out moans he allows you to adjust to his length,then begins to pick up his pace, looking at you in the eyes as he fucks you is something Jaemin absolutely loves “ look at me baby” he says as you open your eyes tilting your head back up to lock eyes with him, he then takes one of your legs throwing it over his shoulder allowing him to get as deep into you as possible, he smirks as the action causes you to let out a loud moan “ you’re taking me so well love” he says pulling out to flip your body around changing positions, “ you know what to do face down ass up” he demands

Once he rams himself back into you with his quick movements you can feel the tightness in your core and the tingly sensation take over your body “ Jaemin I’m about to cum” you moan loudly “ good baby cum for me” he assures you rubbing the side of your thigh.

Your legs start to rapidly shake signaling to Jaemin that you finished, picking up the pace you can tell he’s about to finish as well as his strokes become sloppy and rushed, feeling hot liquid shoot into your core Jaemin groans and waits for a second before pulling out and turning your around “ man I fucked you dumb” he laughs ay your fucked out state.He kisses your lips telling you how much he loves you as he cleans you up “ sorry babe I’ll buy a day after pill tomorrow” he sighs laying down next to you admiring your face. “ lets get ready to go to bed sweet girl” he walks to your side of the bed picking you up taking you to the bathroom.Sitting you on the counter he gently takes your makeup off and brings you to the shower, turning the temperature to warm he leads you under the water and massages the shampoo into your scalp “thanks for always taking care of me i love you so much jaem” you say to him as he rinses your hair “that’s my job babygirl i’ll always take care of you” he leans into you rubbing your back as the water falls on you both

Now all clean and comfy cuddled in bed limbs tanged together as your head lays on his chest as he rubs circles on your back “ i cant wait to spend the rest of my life with you” jaemin says, you smile at him sleepily “ better put a ring on it then im waiting” you laugh and peck his lips, as you pull away he pulls you back for more “ I love you princess” “ I love you too jaem” closing your eyes you can feel yourself drifting to sleep thinking about how thankful you are for such a wonderful man to have entered into your life.

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[livin4woso]

Breaking the media

Chapter 9- the media can be scary

You woke to the sound of your name being shouted along the corridor from alexia, so you picked up your phone and walked to the kitchen to find alexia had made breakfast for the two of yous. You opened your phone, and you looked as every single social media of yours had blown up, and the news was all on you. The comments of the next england star girl takes stage at Barcelona at just 16. You almost couldn't believe it. Your transfer had already gotten some attention from the media, but this. This was collosal in less that 24hrs you had gained over 100k followers on Instagram, you couldn't really believe it. Since you had played at arsenal you had been under a watchful eye by the media yet it never phased you but this was different there was alot more news on you and the pressure started to weigh on your shoulders.

Alexia had snapped you out of your thoughts by telling you to hurry up to go to training. You had arrived sharply on time for a match debrief "ohh heres the famous y/n watch out" mapi joked with you "oh shut it mapi you're just jealous that im all over the news and you're not" you responded to her laughing lightly. You had sat on the end of the row hoping to get some peace as everyone sat next to their respective friends, and then it was lucy who came to sit next to you. "You okay?" you asked her "yeah yeah its just a calf pull its not anything to worry about, the only thing i should be worried about is you taking my spot" she responded laughing at the last part of the sentence "oh god no i could never take your spot but in a a year or so cant garentee that one" you responded to her while being told to sushh by your teamates as the meeting started. The meeting was boring you spent more time playing with the strings on your shorts then paying attention as the whole presentation was in spanish and although alexia had been helping you learn to speak spanish it wasn't going on the easiest of paths. However, you did understand one bit when lucy translated that you were going to do media with ona alexia and ingrid for the next hour or so.

"Media really this isn't going to go well, why not someone else" you asked begging to be swapped "no can do, you're the one with all the hype around you the club has to capitalise of it" alexia said putting her arm around your shoulders and dragging you to the media room. You and alexia had been set with the first set of press while ingrid and ona did interviews then yous would swap."bon dia alexia y y/n tengo algunas preguntas sobre el juego" the man continued alexia waited till he was finished when she translated the conversation to you "he said he had a few questions about the game" she whispered to you. The man had asked you how you felt with all the media stories and before you started you decided to make the conversation potentially easier "ermm no hablo espanol sorry i haven't gotten round to mastering the spanish language but i think the media can be positive influencing to motivate me but too much of it can be pressuring especially the ones bringing in national teams" you responded trying to be as professional as possible. After 15 minutes later of questions you and alexia were promptly moved out of the room and to interviews you were each given a list of places to go to luckily yours had been to the English media where alexia had the spanish media. The interviews went okay there was a few questions which were definitely different than usual but one sparked your thoughts "so y/n how do you feel about the increasing number of comments on your post of people commenting on your looks" the reporter asked "if im being honest i haven't looked at the comments but i am 16 so depending on the nature of the comment would depend my response as im open to compliments but i dont think its appropriate to sexualise a teenager or any player as a matter of fact i want to be known for being a good player not for looking good" you replied.

As soon as the media had ended you clicked on your recent post and went straight to the comment section and god it was not a sight you wanted to see it was a mixture of positive comments some wierd over sexulising remark or a hate comment about how you didn't deserve to play on the team or you only played because it would bring attention to the club. You wished you never opened them as a swirling pit of guilt formed were you just there to bring attention to the club? Did you deserve to even be at Barcelona? The thoughts clung to you like a dark web clouding your mind and it was showing. Training followed and you were playing sloppy missing easy tackles and making bad passes this just made your thoughts spiral so when yous were instructed to take a break it was alexia who decided to ask what was wrong as she could tell not just by your preformance but by the way your eyes were dulled and your eyebrows ever so slightly knitted together she knew something was bothering you.

"Hey pequeña what wrong your not playing like you normally do whats on your mind" she said looking at you the minute she asked this tears welled in your eyes it was pathetic you thought to yourself "i.. erm i dont know i guess i just paid too much attention to what everyone was saying and its not very nice" you said dropping your head in defeat "oh come here, do not believe what they say okay whatever it is its wrong i promise you" she said wrapping you in a hug as you pulled back you grabbed your phone out of your bag and showed alexia the comments and the dms of people "trust me y/n they're wrong you are good enough to play for this team and ignore those creeps because unfortunately we cant do much to make it stop but we can move on as if they never existed" she said standing back up to train again. And yet again alexia knew what to tell you how to remove that cloud that sat in your thoughts weighing you down you now just felt lighter.

Alexia had become a solution to your problems one you could rely on. One who cared for you it was unusual but nice the last time you had felt this loved by a person was your foster family back in London who looked after you while you were at arsenal. She had drove yous home and had began to cook dinner for both of you when she casually slipped into conversation "you know jona is thinking about starting you next game due to lucy and jana being injured" "what, you're joking right" you responded "no no of course not but you need to put in the work tomorrow to make sure he will" she replied as she put the pasta on the boil. You had ate your dinner together and watched tv before going to sleep and the thought of starting lingered in your head it was like you had gone to sleep with a smile on your face at the thought of starting.

[dilutedmayowater]

Finished it, as promised! Porn with some plot, a lotta teasing, some of which in a public place, overstimulation, pet play if you squint, 5.3k words. I haven’t read over it thoroughly to check for spelling errors and tbh i prolly wont (edit: i did.) This was my first time really writing smut so i hope it turned out well. Have fun, hope y’all enjoy <3

P.S. Skip to the second text splitter thingy if you just wanna get to the smut faster :)

They had just dropped off the last kid- Dustin. Now it was just Eddie and Steve in the front two seats of Steve’s BMW. “So, you want me to drop you off at the trailer park?” Steve asked as he turned to face Eddie.

"Uh- Actually my shift starts soon. Could you drop me off at work?" The question made Eddie nervous. He preferred not to tell anyone where he worked due to the oddity of it. The taboo-ness.

It's not like it's a normal job that is easily accepted, especially not in Hawkins in year 1986.

It's actually the reason it's an establishment you can only get into with a code or invitation from a friend. It's a supportive community but to be supportive they have to take certain precautions.

"Oh shit, yeah I forgot you took that night job. What was it again?" Steve looked at Eddie so sweetly. Wide eyed and innocent. Eddie wondered how much that would change soon.

Maybe he could just be discreet about it? Tell Steve a half truth. "Oh uh, just this bar. It's pretty new and small and you need an invitation to get in typically. Chrissy's cousin's friend's something's something owns it so she gave them a good recommendation about me. Its called Stonewall."

Stonewall is a gay bar that hosts quite a few people in the kink and bdsm community. Eddie assumes that its not really Steve's scene. Eddie wonders if Steve even knows what kink is. 'King Steve' is quite known for being a good pleaser in bed, but that's usually with Hawkins innocent cheer team or sweet book nerds like Nancy Wheeler. He's gotten close with Steve so he wants to be honest about his own identity, but he's worried how it would go.

"Ah, I like bars. You'll have to show me around when we get there. Just give me the directions as we go, that cool?" Steve smiled at Eddie as he started backing out of Dustin’s driveway without an answer and Eddie's stomach just. Dropped.

"Hah yeah sure sounds great!" Eddie muttered out with an uneasy smile.

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"Hey Steve," Eddie started as they got out of Steve's car. "once we get in there just wait by the door while I change into my work clothes alright. Then I'll show you the bar and everything. Just a warning, people here are very uh... flirty, and touchy. You may have to pretty assertive if you don't want that kinda attention."

Steve smirked at that. "Ya'know how my charm is, I cant turn it off even if I wanted to." And god the way he was looking at Eddie, he did know, he knew too well. He wished he would’ve just shut up and had Steve drive him back to the trailer park so Eddie could've driven himself to work, even if that meant being late to his shift.

Eddie rolled his eyes and started walking to the entrance. "Yeah, sure Stevie." He knocked on the door. The building had no giant signs stating the name of the establishment, or anything indicating that it was anything at all.

There was a slider on the door for a girl on the inside to peak through. She took a moment to take them in. "Heya Eds, who you got there?"

"Hey Micky, this is my friend Steve."

"Ah Steve!" She looked over to him standing kind of awkwardly next to Eddie, then back at Eddie. “Can he uh.. be trusted?"

Eddie shifted his feet and looked nervously at her. He glanced at Steve who looked curiously at Eddie. Seemingly clueless. "’M not sure yet, Mick. But if there is any trouble I'll deal with it." Micky hummed suspiciously, glanced at Steve again, then unlocked the door.

Steve and Eddie stepped in, Steve even more confused than before at the interaction. Everything seemed so secretive and mysterious. What was happening in this building? Money laundering? Mafia meetings? Is that a thing? Was there a mafia in Indiana? It sounds ridiculous but there were Russians under Starcourt, a mall, so who knew?

"He seems harmless, but I swear to god Eddie, don't blow this. You're a good dude and I like ya as a coworker alright? Don't get fired." Micky made her statement, then walked away and disappeared into the crowd of people.

As Steve looked around he noticed the bar had a similar setting to that of a club. Rowdy music, flashing lights, the crowd looked as if it consisted of a lot of grinding and kissing. Before Steve could look too close, Eddie stepped in front of him and forced eye contact.

"I'm gonna go change. If you see anything uh... weird. Don't act rashly alright? I'll explain whatever you wanna know once im behind the bar." Eddie seemed jittery and nervous.

Steve cocked his head to the side - which should not have been as cute as it was - clearly confused, but he shrugged it off. "Alright Eds, just be quick, don't wanna be late for your shift." Steve smirked at Eddie which made him grow hot. He started to flush as he turned away and started for the bathroom.

As Steve started to look around more he noticed the place was a bit run down, as if it was previously abandoned. But it seemed fairly kept. The bar seems nice enough for a small business and there was a decent crowd.

Before Steve could analyze more he noticed someone approaching. A big guy, maybe a little taller than Steve, tatted kinda like Eddie but... much more. He looked Steve up and down.

"Hey." He said simply.

"Hey." Steve returned.

"Are ya with him?" The guy asked gesturing toward the bathroom Eddie just went into.

"Yeah! Thats my bud, Eddie, he's just gonna show me around his work place a bit." Steve smiled up at him, slightly uneasy from the unfamiliar territory and knew faces and being approached randomly.

"Ah, gotcha. Well, I'm Ben. Er whats your name?" Ben asked then leaned forward a bit to hear Steve better. Something is Steve's stomach flipped.

"Uh, Steve!" Steve called, just noticing the loud noise Ben was clearly trying to hear him over.

"Nice to meet ya. Say, Steve, are you a friend of Dorothy's?"

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, "uh, who-?"

"Hey Ben." Eddie was walking up to them. He wore black jeans similar to his usual pairs, except this pair had several holes and rips, showing much more leg than Eddie typically did. His shirt - Steve's mind about froze - for a top Eddie wore nothing but a black mesh crop top. It showed off a pair of nipple piercings Steve never knew Eddie had. Steve huffed at the sight without even noticing.

"Hey Eddie, hows it going man." He went to dap Eddie up.

Eddie returned the dap which evolved into a hug. "Pretty good pretty good, about to start my shift"

"Cool cool." Ben nodded then paused, "hey uh, Steve doesn't know Dorothy."

Eddie nervously chuckled, "yeahhh man, I'm working on that don't worry."

Ben hummed, nodded, regarded Steve and Eddie before walking away into the crowd.

Steve turned to Eddie with an odd look on his face. "Okay, two things. One, respectfully, you look hot as hell man. I can see why you'd wanna be a bartender, im sure you get tipped heavily." Eddie flushed not expecting the compliment. He avoided Steve's eye contact shyly for a moment. He had his hair up which prevented him from hiding behind a curl or two. "Two, I feel as though theres something really secretive about this place that im just bot catching onto and no one will tell me. What's goin on Eds?"

Eddie sheepishly looked at Steve through his eyelashes then sighed. "Come, sit at the bar. Let me clock in and I'll fill you in."

Once they had settled, Steve sat at the bar stool and Eddie took over for the person previously manning the bar. Eddie went to lean on the countertop in front of Steve.

"Steve... I you're a good friend and we've been growing very close recently. I enjoy that- a lot. So I want to be honest with you." Eddie paused for any sort of reaction out of Steve, but Steve just looked intently at Eddie with care in his eyes. It was driving Eddie insane. "This is a gay bar, Steve. A lot of people here are looking for an accepting community for being queer and into the kink and bdsm type scenes. I am... also gay"

Eddie had been intently avoiding Steve's gaze by looking at the surface of the bar. Then he heard Steve chuckle and his eyes snapped up to make eye contact once again. Steve, as usual, was smiling at Eddie. His eyes seemed to sing acceptance, but there was still a knot in Eddie's gut that said he was wrong. That said he compromised a safe space. That said he was going to lose one of his closest friends. That said he was going to be beaten half to death soon by ‘King Steve.’

"Eds..." Steve started, making a point to hold eye contact. "I know." Eddie probably looked horrified and so utterly confused. He tried to mutter out something but he just stumbled on his words. He didn't struggle long because Steve start talking again. "I mean," he leaned back and rubbed his hand on his neck, "I obviously didn't know about this place, that explanation makes a lotta sense. However, you." Steve leaned forward again, just forward enough to be intruding on Eddies personal bubble. "I knew. Of course I knew Eddie. Do you think I don't know hanky code?"

Eddie scoffed at that, struggling to process all thats being said to him. "You don't know Dorothy."

Steve's smile softened. He rested his elbow on the bar and used his fingers to lightly brush a stray strand fallen from Eddie's bun behind his ear. Eddie tensed, wanting to fall into the touch, but still hesitant. As Steve made the move, he spoke. "I... lied." He looked shyly at Eddie, then chuckled at Eddie's confusion and put his hand down again. "I got the feeling this was a safe space with all the secrecy, but I wasn't sure and wasn't about to risk it. Ben seems nice though."

Eddie looked long and hard at Steve. He seemed to be internally fighting with himself. "How long did you know?"

"Well since I first met you I had a little inkling because of your hanky- which I was looking at as an excuse to look at your ass fyi. But I also asked Robin and she said she thought so just due to your behavior. Gaydar or something, I guess. But if she ever found out for sure she didn't tell me due to respect of your privacy."

"Steve Harrington," Eddie gasped out. Steve cocked his head to the side (still adorable). "You were ogling my ass" Eddie acted offended and playfully smirked at Steve.

"Oh Eddie," Steve said slyly, looking somewhere far below Eddies eyes. Steve licked his lips and returned his gaze to Eddies through his own eyelashes. "I've been ogling so much more than your ass."

Eddie froze in place. His smile faltered for a moment and Steve caught it. Steve caught how a flushed pink crawled onto Eddie's skin in the dimmed lights of the bar. Then just at that moment- "Hey! Barkeep, stop googly eyein your boy you brought in huh? Ya gotta customer. Do your job" Micky shouted at Eddie.

Eddie cleared his throat and clumsily stumbled to the girl waiting to have her order taken. He felt Steve's eyes on him heavily as he took the orders. Even more so when he was making the drinks, using the silver cups to mix the fancy alcoholic drinks that they probably charged a little too much for. Once he poured the drink for the last person in line, Eddie looked over to Steve. "What do you fancy, Steve?" Steve started to smile but Eddie cut in, "I swear to god if you say something cheesy like 'you' im gonna lose it."

Steve's smile fell into a look of mild surprise. Then he chuckled, "Do you just have a beer?"

"Sure, babe." Eddie said out of habit. He always said that to customers. When Steve lifted an eyebrow Eddie tried to ignore it. He grabbed Steve their most popular beer and slid it over. "On me."

"Thanks 'babe." Steve grinned.

"Oh shut up." Eddie groaned at the tease.

Steve popped the tab on the can. "Oh what, you don't like it?"

Eddie ignored the question, "So, what's your story, Steve? Are you gay or are you just messing with me now?"

Steve seemed... shocked, even concerned by the question. “Oh uhm. Man,” Steve laughed awkwardly, “I thought you realized by now.” Eddie looked confused. “I’ve been flirting with you this whole time Eds, not just tonight, but for a while.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What, why?”

Steve continued to look at him awkwardly. “Because I like you..? You’re hot and I wanna flirt with you because the way you react is really funny and cute. I mean, you’re so easy to fluster but you don’t realize other people even know you’re flustered. You think you’re being discreet but you’re really not.”

Eddie flushed at that, just proving Steve’s point. “So what, I've just been too shallow to notice you’re gay and into me?”

“Bisexual, actually. And yeah I guess. Rob has even tried to drop you hints, but you never act on anything so we assumed you either weren’t into it or you just weren’t picking up on it.”

Eddie huffed, “definitely the latter.”

“Oh, so you’re into it?”

Eddie’s eyes snapped to Steve’s. “Uh, I wouldn’t say im not..”

“So you’re indifferent?” Steve pestered.

“I'm into it, okay? I'm into you, Steve, I have been. I'm just really surprised that for once in my life I’m getting just- handed what I want. This isn’t typical and I’m just waiting to wake up.” Eddie rushed the words out as if they could bite him if he didn’t.

Steve placed a hand on Eddie’s. “You won't, I'm not a dream. And I hope its obvious but, I’m into you too. In fact this whole conversation has been driving me crazy because I’m so into you. I wanna slam you onto this bar and fuck you senseless but noooo,” he dragged out the ‘o’ dramaticaly, “you’re working… technically, and we have to be talking about feelings and being surprised that we’re both gay or something.” Steve looked at Eddie pointedly.

Eddie’s breath hitched at the confession. At the idea of Steve fucking him here, now, right over this counter where everyone can see. It drove him kinda crazy.

“And these,” Steve reached over the counter to grab Eddie’s waist and pull him closer. Once he had done so, he let his hand slowly drift up to Eddie’s chest. When Eddie looked at Steve, all he saw was Steve looking back at him, biting his lip. Something clearly eager on his face. Then Eddie jolted as he felt his nipple piercing being toyed with. “This fucking piercing Eddie, god, and this slutty fucking shirt. Really, how much do you usually make in tips? How much do you get laid? Every night you work?” Steve flicked the piercing again at the end of his sentence before putting his hands back to himself.

Eddie felt so hyper aware of the fact that they are in his place of work. Many people around them that could be watching. Most of which would probably understand what is happening a little too well- being in the bdsm and kink community. He still felt hot where Steve had touched him. Eddie took a deep breath, and once he felt somewhat calm again he said, “I haven’t worked many shifts yet,” He cleared his throat and regained his posture, “but I like to think most of the guys in this building wanna fuck me bad and hard.”

Steve’s eyes widened but he smirked. It made him seem a little manic. “Oh is that so? Are there any you’d let fuck you, ‘bad and hard’?”

A customer walked up to the bar. There hadn't been many of them. Maybe most people felt the tension between Steve and Eddie and decided to steer clear.

“Maybe one.” Eddie winked at Steve in the same moment he flicked his own piercing, then spared no moment to help the customer. Steve scoffed in disbelief. This boy was gonna be the death of him. He couldn’t wait.

Once Eddie finished up with the customer, Steve was getting ready to leave. Eddie raised an eyebrow at him. “When does your shift end? I’ll be back then to pick you up since you don’t have a ride.”

“Uh- seven.” Eddie stumbled, confused.

“Great, I’ll be back then. And in the meantime, how bout you think about all the surfaces in this place I could bend you over. Then let me know if you’d actually wanna act it out at my place once you get off work. Bye.” And before Eddie could even respond or process half of what was said Steve grabbed him by the jaw and pulled him into a deep kiss. Eddie melted into it faster than he would have liked to admit. Steve swiped at Eddie’s lips with his tongue and then just as fast as the kiss started, it ended. Then Steve was leaving. Was this how he always got his girls back in highschool? Get them riled up then leave then wanting more? Hell of a way… it was working.

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Eddie was jittery for the rest of his shift. He wanted to do what Steve said and just fantasize about what that man could do to him all night. However, Eddie had work. He didn’t think popping… another, boner would help anything. So he focused on cleaning and serving as many people as he could until Steve came back for him.

When Steve did come back, he had changed his outfit. He was previously wearing one of his cozy mom sweaters and jeans, now he’s still sporting the jeans, but now he had his hair more puffy and well done. He's wearing a white shirt and a brown jacket over it, and some cool guy shades.

Eddie got into the car and choked out a muttered “you look nice.”

Steve smiled at him, “you too.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Oh please, I just worked a seven hour shift, you don't need to lie to me.”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “I'm not.” He then started the car. “What did you decide, my house or yours?”

“Please, your house. Of course.” Eddie rushed out, but then tried to not seem that desperate.

“Oh?” Steve asked simply as he started the drive.

Eddie hummed agreeably.

“No elaboration?” Steve asked playfully.

“Steve, we’ve established I want you. I want to be in your house while you’re in me. Get that?”

Now it was Steve’s turn to hum agreeably. “Did you think about what I told you to?”

“No, Steve, I didn't think getting hard at work again was a good idea.”

Steve raised his eyebrows. “Again?” He glanced over at Eddie who looked away shyly. “Aw, poor thing, did I get you riled up?” Steve patted his hand on Eddie’s thigh as if he was trying to soothe him, then just rested it there.

His hand wasn't near Eddie’s knee, but it wasn't on his crotch either. The position along with the comment was enough to make Eddie hot. He tried to close his eyes and control his breathing to calm down. Once Steve noticed what he was doing he moved his hand ever so slightly higher, barely brushing his pinky against Eddie’s dick.

This drew an involuntary whine out of Eddie, it was soft and quiet but Eddie knew it was loud enough for Steve to hear. He saw Steve smirk right before he noticed them pulling up to Steve’s house. Eddie felt nervous, the past 8 hours have already had so many twists he wasn't expecting. Now, when they walk through Steve’s door, what's going to happen could change their friendship forever.

Eddie decided he wanted to take hold of that change. The moment they got through the door Eddie pushed Steve into the closest wall he could and got his mouth on Steve’s the moment he was able.

The kiss was heated immediately. Steve shoved his tongue into Eddie’s mouth and basically shoving it down his throat. Eddie held onto Steve’s waist under his shirt, feeling and taking in his skin. The prickle of Steve’s hair of his happy trail, scars he has from demonic fights of the upside down and some which were probably from highschool fights and sports.

Steve put his hands in Eddie’s hair and began pulling and teasing it at the same time that he pulled on Eddie’s lip with his teeth. Eddie whined at the bite. His hair eventually fell from the bun he had it up in. His hips involuntarily bucked up when Steve latched onto his throat, teeth grazing his skin before biting down lightly, but still hard enough for Eddie to feel a sting.

Steve lifted his mouth off of Eddie completely to look Eddie in the eyes. Steve pulled Eddie’s hair back as he pushed his thigh in between Eddie’s legs. He moved his arms onto the sides of Eddie’s ribs, just above his waist.

Eddie groaned and dropped his head onto Steve’s shoulder. He braced himself by moving his own hands to the sides of Steve’s arms.

“Little bit of touching and you just go pliant, huh?” Steve teased breathlessly to which Eddie huffed at. Steve flipped them so that Eddie was against the wall and Steve was still pressing against Eddie’s sensitive hardon. Steve grabbed onto Eddie’s waist and moved Eddie to grind on his thigh. Eddie threw his head back into the wall with a loud thud and bit his lip. Steve watched, chuckling at the submission and openness. Steve continued to guide Eddie’s hips, “Aw Eds, you can do better than this.” He enunciated the last word by replacing his thigh with his hand, cupping Eddie’s dick and pressing into it.

“Mmmfgh, Steve, shut up.” Eddie pushed Steve off of him. Steve seemed confused for a moment, as if he’d messed up somehow, until Eddie dropped to his knees and fiddled with Steve’s pants. He tried to get the button undone but damn, Steve wore tight pants, and the button was so big for the hole it was supposed to fit in.

Steve smiled at Eddie’s struggle before he pulled Eddie’s head back by his hair with his left hand and swatted Eddie’s away with his right. He then undid the button expertly with the one hand, and let go of Eddie’s hair so he could continue his work.

As quick as he could get his hands on Steve, Eddie pulled down Steve’s pants just as much as he needed then did the same with his boxers. “Shit.” Eddie muttered out once he pulled out Steve’s dick.

Steve smirked, “they don’t call me King Steve for nothing, Eddie.”

It was a solid eight to nine inches. Thick and heavy. Prettiest dick Eddie has ever laid eyes on. It was beading with precum at the tip. Eddie felt his own cock twitch at the sight. He licked his lips and his mouth watered. His head spun.

Steve tried to bite down a chuckle, but once Eddie licked at the tip and put his lips around it, the chuckle came out at an odd noise like “ha!-aughmmm, hmm” humming at the end of it. Eddie dragged his fingernails over the fabric on Steve’s thigh. Eddie looked up and made eye contact with Steve, giving him his best ‘fuck me’ eyes. Steve’s jaw dropped open and his breath got heavier.

Once Eddie realized his effect on Steve, that he had him right where he wanted him, he went down on Steve’s dick as far as he could. He felt it hit the back of his throat and there was still about two inches of Steve’s shaft he couldn’t fit in. He put his hands around what he couldn’t fit and swallowed around him, tightening his throat. Steve braced his hand over Eddie's head, against the wall.

“Eddie, holy shit man.” Eddie responded by humming. Steve’s other hand immediately flew back to Eddie’s hair and pulled him off his cock. Eddie looked at Steve, confused with puffy lips. “Be a good boy for me and go slow, yeah?” Steve guided Eddie’s head back to his tip.

Eddie made a show of sticking out his tongue in the sluttiest way he could. He then gently put it to Steve’s tip. Steve said go slow, so he’d go slow. He licked up the slit ungodly slow, then started to circle around the whole tip at the same pace, all while holding eye contact.

Steve breathed out a sigh. “Fuckin brat, get up.” He pulled on Eddie’s hair till he stood up, then dragged him by the hair to his room. Eddie shouldn’t be turned on by it, it was almost disrespectful. They hadn’t talked anything through and god- Eddie didn’t think Steve would be into anything non-vanilla but he is clearly into some sort of kink. Already, mild degradation and pet play are shown. Eddie was here for it.

When they got to the entrance of Steve’s room Steve stopped them and let go of Eddie’s hair. “Before we continue, you doing okay? If you want me to stop or change anything at any point just say the word.”

Checking in, consent. Maybe Eddie didn’t give Steve enough credit. More than Eddie gave him before slamming him into the wall but… seems like Steve was into it so- “uh yeah, everything’s great Steve. Still hard as a rock though.” Eddie smirked playfully.

Steve smirked back at him and licked his lips. He looked Eddie up and down. “First, how much do you like that shirt?”

Eddie swears his eyes dilated at that. “Do whatever the fuck you want to it, Steve.”

“Awsome, now get on the bed. I want those slutty ass jeans off and your ass up.” Without an answer, Steve walked into his room and looked in his night stand for something. Eddie immediately stumbled to take his pants off along with his boxers and dove onto the bed. He arched his back as pretty as he could and rested his head on a pillow. The pillow smelt like Steve and his hair products.

Steve started walking to the foot of his bed, dragging his fingers along Eddie’s spine. Once he reached the foot of the bed he crawled onto it. He swiped his fingers over Eddie’s ass, leaving behind a glob of lube. He then, without much warning, dipped a finger in. Eddie’s body jumped and shook at the sensation.

Once Steve could fit a second finger in he took them out, lined up his cock, and held onto Eddie’s waist. “You like pain at all baby? Or do you think you need more prep?”

Eddie groaned, “mm-mmn” and pushed his ass back onto Steve’s dick. But before Eddie could get anything, Steve pulled his dick away.

“Uh-uh. Use your words, Eddie.”

Eddie whined, “Steve c’mon.”

“Alright.” Steve started to get off of the bed before Eddie nearly shouted.

“No! No, alright? Okay, Steve, please- please put it in? I need it so bad, need you. Been wanting this for so fucking long, don’t make me wait longer.” Eddie’s curls cascaded over the pillow as his almost muffled voice came out tentatively but stern.

Without saying anything else Steve pressed his head against Eddie’s ass once again, then slowly slipped it in. Eddie’s hole stretched around it, he moaned through the pain. A sadist and a masochist. Perfect pairing. Eddie started moving with Steve’s thrusts, fucking himself on his cock.

Steve reached up and grabbed the back of Eddie’s shirt by the collar, pulling until Eddie got the memo. Eddie pushed off his hands and got on his knees. Steve reached around, under Eddie’s arms, and grabbed the front part of Eddie’s collar of his shirt. Steve bit into the junction of Eddie’s shoulder and neck right as he pulled down on the collar.

The shirt ripped easily enough, and Eddie’s chest was exposed. Steve’s hands immediately went to Eddie's nipples and those godforsaken piercings. He toyed and twisted them and bit harder into Eddie, who moaned at all the different sensations.

Then they were all gone, Steve unlatched and pulled out. “Huh-“ Eddie panted.

”On your back.” Steve commanded.

Eddie flipped onto his back, with his legs on either side of Steve. Steve’s right hand went to stroke Eddie’s dick at the same time that he latched his mouth onto Eddie’s nipple, finally feeling the bar of metal in his mouth. Then he paused.

“What-“ Steve leaned back to look at Eddie. “You really like putting metal through your sensitive parts, don’t ya baby?”

“Mhmm” Eddie whined and bucked his hips up into Steve’s hand, which Steve just chuckled at. He latched his tongue back onto Eddie’s nipple and started stroking him faster than before. “Augh, Steve, pl-please.” Eddie put his hand in Steve’s hair, ruffling it and gripping and pulling.

Steve’s hand was going up and down so fast Eddie’s head spun. He felt his stomach tighten and noises were falling out of his throat uncontrollably. “Mmph, Steve, im gonna- im gonna come.” And once again all sensations were lost. Steve sat up and took his hands off Eddie, instead he moved to put his dick back inside him. Instead of going slow like he did before, he slammed into him. He fucked into Eddie like an eager hound dog. He used his hands to toy with Eddie’s piercings and his chest.

“You’re so good for me baby-“ Steve groaned out before smashing his lips into Eddie’s, putting his hand into Eddie’s hair. Steve shoved his tongue down Eddie’s throat for the second time that night. Steve began to stroke Eddie again. Eddie felt like his body was on fire, so much was happening and all of it felt so good. He barely processed his climax coming back up.

“Steve- Steve!” Eddie yelled out as a warning before he came. Come spurting out over Steve’s fingers as he continued his brutal pace. “Steve please-“ Eddie cried out from the beginning of the overstimulation. Eddie started to tear up, but he refused to say ‘stop’ because the pain was honestly too good. Steve never stopped stroking Eddie and the stimulation on Eddie’s prostate and dick was driving him insane. Soon he was full fledge crying. He tried to hide his face with his arm but the moment Steve noticed what he was doing, he took his free hand and pulled Eddie’s arm away. Once Steve saw his face, tears streaking down his cheeks, eyes bloodshot, lips puffy, he came immediately. His brutal pace just got faster, fucking through the orgasm. His body shook along with Eddie’s, who came for a second time purely from the sweet feeling of pain.

Soon enough Steve slowed down and pulled out of Eddie and looked over at him. “You okay, Eds?”

Eddie sighed shakily. “More than, thank you Stevie. Can we uh.. sleep? I'm exhausted.”

“Sure baby. First, here.” Steve pulled off what remained of Eddie’s shirt off him and used it to wipe off Eddie's cum from his hands and Eddie’s dick. “There.” He then kissed Eddie on the forehead and laid down next to him so they could both fall asleep.