#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

[king-candybug-backup]

*LOUD SCREECHING AND SOBBING*

lol i sidetracked while starting to read @king-candybug-backup 's Chapter 7 of Kill Switch. this is so funny to me like. Vanellope just a lil girl :3

canr wait to actually finish the rest of the fic 😭

[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.

[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-

[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

[kammazi]

★ you and katsuki have been dating since highschool and as luck would have it, you both loved to play video games together (or sometimes separately when katsuki would keep blowing up your house in minecraft).

you would play when you would both come back from patrol, or on your days off, including the nights when you chose to stay in when your friends went off partying to god knows where.

eventually however, the more you played the more you realised how funny katsuki was with his reactions and constant serious concentration face that looked like he was in a fight with a villain. so you brought up an idea you had one day.

to start twitch streaming.

at first you expected to be shut down with a scowl or the roll of the eyes but to your surprise he gave you an eyebrow raise followed by, “you know what, why the hell not.”

and that’s what brought you here right now, the two of you huddled around the dual monitor with you having one hand on the mouse, the other on the WASD keys. shaking.

the camera was set up in front as your microphone was positioned in between you two with the chat spamming hilarious comments that were going too fast for you to read, not that you were trying however because you were about to piss your pants.

“katsuki i don’t want to do this anymore.” you could feel the sweat gathering on your palms. you were currently guiding your character through a dark hallway, the only light coming from your flashlight.

“stop you’re fine, just keep going. don’t overthink it.” that’s basically all the support you were getting and you know what, you only have yourself to blame as you thought it would be funny to play a horror game you saw circling on your feed recently, with katsuki saying it didn’t even look scary to be considered one.

“no wait did you see that, there was literally some guy peeking around the corne— OH MY GOD HES CHASING ME HELP.” you could hear katsukis snickers as he watched you pathetically try to escape.

“left sweets, turn left.” your words came out as gibberish as you panicked “I CANT MOVE”. your comment was shortly followed by a scream as the figure lunged at you, the screen displaying a red ‘GAME OVER’.

the force or the jump knocked the microphone, slamming it against katsukis face.

the comment section started blowing up as you sat there contemplating why you ever thought this was a good idea in the first before realising what you did.

katsuki was bent over, laughing hysterically as he fixed the microphone before sitting back up and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, rubbing it in comfort.

you turned to him, a hand covering your mouth. “i’m so sorry kats i didn’t mean to.” you rubbed his face to try and soothe the hit that he probably barely even felt. while still laughing, he kissed your cheek and stood up.

“alright move over and watch the real pro at work”

which was very short lived because after a cruel jumpscare catching him off guard (which you had deemed was impossible before today) and resulted in him letting out an almost inaudible yelp, he had sat there with a straight face before turning to look at the comments that were mocking him to no end.

he scowled before responding to some.. not so gently. “FUCK YOU ‘GOONMASTER227’, I KNOW YOU WOULD BE TOO MUCH OF A PUSSY TO EVEN TRY-” you quickly cut him off by grabbing his bicep and pulling him away from the screen. everyone was already used to katsukis outbreaks wether that be on the clock or over some stupid game, however everyone still thought it was the funniest thing ever and always clipped him in these moments.

you tried your best not to chuckle. “okayy guys i think that’s enough for today. if you want us to finish the game please let us know and we hope you enjoyed the stream.” you had by now started cackling as you could hear the steam coming off of your boyfriend.

“like hell we will, this game is ass. get this off the screen.”

two days later, your boyfriends reaction was soon all over the internet, just like you assumed, and his fearsome expression that people managed to pause at the right time and screenshot was on every single profile picture of every account you saw, even your own friends.

safe to say you took a short break from streaming and had to kiss away the scowl on katsukis face for days on end after that.

a.n ; was watching coryxkensin and thought it could be funny. half assed it tho forgive me 😔 (not proofread)

@KAMMAZI 2025

[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.

[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."

[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

[chrispleasure]

DONT CRY, c.s

summary!: you and chris get into a heated argument which lasts a while, without a doubt ends with you having a breakdown and receiving comfort.

not proof read! first time publishing on here!

“seriously— you never fucking do anything but sit on your round ass all day!” he complains, slamming his fist against the table.

the two of you have been firing insults at eachother all day, trying to break eachother. “your a little slut wearing that top with no bra.” he raises his voice.

it hurt you seeing him pick away at your appearance, which was once his favourite part of you. “oh my god, please be quiet for once so i can finish working.” she snaps, standing up and going to his desk which is places across the room from hers.

he looks up at her with an expression on his face, a look expressing ‘get the fuck out of my face before i slap you’, but you didn’t understand.

you wanted to scream at him, tell him to keep those hurtful thoughts to himself but you knew he wouldnt listen. “look at those thunder thighs, ma. i thought you were workin’ out.” he points out, leaning back in his chair.

he crosses his arms, a sly smirk on his lips. every word he said made you want to cry, but that wouldnt help. it would make it laugh at you, again, not taking you seriously.

‘deep breaths’ you thought to yourself, stepping back. “how about you do something productive instead of watching porn?” you go and sit down at your desk, but he grips your wrist.

“wha’d you say, slut?” he mutters the last part of his sentence. “i said you should do something productive instead of watching porn!” you raised your voice, wanting to finish your work.

he didnt watch porn, he only wanted to watch her. it hurt him to hear that you thought that. he lets out a short breath. “go.”chris points to the door, licking his lips. “you obviously need a little break from me. when you get back ill be better, i promise.” he mutters, moving his chair back.

part of you wanted to protest, say no. but you couldnt deny you wanted him to treat you better, stop with this SHITTY attitude he was giving you.

back when the two of you first started dating he was sweet, offering hugs and sweet gestures every moment he got.

now they always argued over the smallest things, who could shower first, who does the most work.. mostly competive shit.

you step out of the door, closing it behind you like he asked. you forgot your card and keys so you had no money or car. so you decided to sit on the front porch until you thought he would be ready to apologise.

after a few hours, you gave up waiting. standing up and turning the door knob. “m’ back, you little goof ball.” you tease a little, expecting him to latch onto you, but no. he must still be in his room.

you want to try be a good girlfriend so he’s happy, so you decide to make some coffee. as you pour his steaming hot coffee into his favourite mug, arms snake around your waist from behind. “being helpful i see?” he smiles tiredly, has he finally given up?

a small nod and a chuckle escapes your body, making him go upstairs to wait for you. you carry his coffee upstairs, placing it on his desk beside his computer.

“smells shit.” he mumbles, playing whatever game he found entertaining in that moment. you sighed, watching as he took a sip. he immediately acted repulsed, placing the cup down.

he shakes his head. “never again.” he complains, you wanted to be upset, but thats too dramatic. this waa your last straw before breaking down. you decide to go change and try get ready and go out, your last hope. as you turn around, your arm accidentally hits his cup of coffee, pouring it all over his jeans.

“ow- fuck!” he screams, his impulsive response is to slap your arm, which he did way to hard. “hot, hot!” he hisses, standing up quickly, looking down at the mess.

“look at the fucking mess you made-” he complains, unbuttoning his jeans. you were disappointed, today was going so bad for you. why cant things go differently?

you walk to the dresser, grab some clothes and hurry to the bathroom to change. giving today ONE more chance.

as you shimmy out of your shorts, your met with the sight of some red marks chris made today. you stare down at yourself, tears filling your eyes.

you take your top off, your hot pink bra showing off your breasts. you put each leg into your low rise jeans, pulling them up over your thighs.

they didnt fit. they fit well last week. your mind goes back to when chris said you have thunder sighs. am i really that big for these jeans?

your mind fills with worry and terrible thoughts, desperately trying to pull the jeans over your thighs. nothing worked.

this was your very last straw, tears erupted. loud sobs bursting out of your throat. you immediately cover your face, your hands on your face as you sobbed into yourself.

your stomach puffed in and out, getting more and more involved as you cried. before anything else, you here loud footsteps near the door.

the door swings open, revealing chris in some comfy sweats and headphones around his neck. he wasnt wearing a shirt since he used it to clean coffee from in between his keyboard keys.

“hey, hey.. ma.” he immediately goes to your side, grabbing your shoulders softly. “m-m..” you whimper, moving away.

you were obviously scared of him, of what he might do. his expression softened. “you think i would?” he spoke softly, removing his hand.

now he’s upset, but he pushes his feelings away for you. “you want a hug? please say yes, i need my girl in my arms.” he pleads, holding out your arms.

scared, you shuffle your way between his arms which instantly wrap around you. his chin rests on your shoulders. “now what happened, beautiful? what set off the tearworks?” he asks calmly, rubbing your bare shoulders, fiddling with your bra strap.

you think about what to say, this is pathetic. crying over pants not fitting. crying because he hurt you, made fun of you.

“we have been fighting a-all day.. you called- called me fat n’ said i have thunder thighs. now i cant fit in my favourite jeans..” you started, sobbing as you explained your situation.

“and the coffee- i accidentally spilled it on you. im so- so fucking sorry. i didnt mean to and you slapped my arm- and it hurt.” you work yourself up, your cries getting louder.

he cut you off, stroking your shoulder softly with one hand and pressing soft, sloppy kisses against the other. “ma, i didnt mean to call ya’ fat. you understand how grumpy i get..” he starts, pressing kisses around your shoulder and neck.

chris couldn’t bare with the thought of you crying, and you were, BECAUSE of him.

“you are a beautiful girl, my beautiful girl. m’ so happy and lucky to have you as my love. my one and only sweetheart.” he rubs the corner of your shoulder.

he pulled away to look at your puffy face, wiping your tears with a soft smile. “show me that smile, ma.” he wipes his thumb over her bottom lip, causing her to smile.

her cries stopped, replaced by listening to his soothing words.

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hii guys, this is my first little thing posted on hereee! i need some more friends but all my followers i do see and read your content. some i saw on c.ai and others on tumblr.. please interact with this post by reblogging❤️

[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)

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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

liked by pierregasly, finemidnights, carlossainz55, and 982,221 others

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...

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, pierregasly, lilymhe, and 756,293 others

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

liked by landonorris, maxverstappen, arthurleclerc, and 1,982,384 others

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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Hii guys!! I hoped you like it!!

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