#maybe if i was prettier he would be happy just being in call and staying with me lol

[lovecrazedpup]

idk

[simonsrileyhusband]

I read your “open relationship” post. And let me say, it reminded me of that one Reddit post where the husband asked his wife for an open relationship. The wife didn’t like it but agreed anyways, for months he was sleeping and bringing people home and the wife stayed far away from that as possible until she met a guy. He treated her right and she brought him home, they did the deed and the husband was curious and jealous on who his wife was seeing. Then he demanded that they closed their relationship- the wife ends up leaving the husband and loves happily ever after with the new guy☺️ maybe write something on that with Simon being the new guy?

implied nsfw

you roll your eyes as you see your "husband" enter your home with a girl. a sigh leaves your mouth as you stand up from the couch and grab a bottle of wine and go sit on the porch. you are tired of this, you never wanted this. but here you are, all because you wanted to make the excuse of a man you used to call husband happy.

and as the weeks go by you grow tired of the moans, the strangers in your home, the missing food on the fridge and the way that pathetic man thought he still deserved your love.

one day, at the supermarket your cars tire deflated, you panic and looking for the tools to change it, not that you really know how to do it. as you pace around your car with an anxious look on your face a low and husky voice sounds behind you. "need help?" your eyes widen and you turn around, looking up at the giant guy infront of you. the blonde guy looked calm, a big bag of food in one hand and a car key on his other. "i-... yeah"

he helped you, taking the tools from his car and changing your tire, he was a bit quiet but not mean. he answered all your questions, whats his name, when did he learned to change tires, bla bla bla. he spoke softly, not a single drop of sweat on his body after he was done with the job.

"there ya' go, sweetheart. good as new." he said as he patted the top of the car. your cheeks couldnt help but turn red. "thank you so much, i dont know how to repay you."

"ye' don't have to." he was putting the tools into their box, you panicked, not wanting him to leave, wanting an excuse to see him again. "i make good pies!"

"pies?" he looks at you, tilting his head. "yeah, i woul like to make one for you... as a thank you." a small smile paint your face, you see him smirk slightly. "m'kay, a pie sound good. give me yer number."

since that day simon became very close to you, he was all you wanted. a gentleman on the streets (and kn the sheets too). he understood your weird situation, yet, he always wondered why you didnt just leave your shit ass husband.

until one day you invites simon to your home.

"who is he?"

"oh, his name is simon." you say as simon stands behind you, glaring at the man he wishes he could kill.

"why is he here?"

"i invited him, duh."

"you didn't ask me."

"oh, since when do i have to ask? when have you asked me if you could bring someone over?" you turn around and grab simons hand leading him to your bedroom. "tell your lawyer to print the divorce papers, will you? and just as a little reminder, this house is under my name."

simon smiles proudly as you slam the door of the bedroom. your name would sound prettier with his last name anyways. simon just has to wait a bit for that question.

[elizais]

"so, for once in my life.. let me get what i want."

jouno saigiku x fem!reader drabble lovesick jouno, jouno NEEDS more fans other than me warnings: none all fluff, reader met jouno after he lost his vision

jouno desperately wanted to sleep, his body yearned for sleep.. but his mind was too crowded. how the beautiful lady was laying on the bed next to him, holding the stuffed animal he bought her based off of how soft it was when they first started dating.

her heartbeat was prettier than the sound of a choir of angels singing to him. a sound he could point out in a room full of thunderous voices. how could someone so kind choose him?

although he was content with all his other senses being heightened, he wished he met you before he lost his vision. how he would perfectly describe the colour of your eyes if he could.

every night it escaped him how you adored him more than anyone. how a soft stuffed animal was your replacement for him since cuddling was too overwhelming for his senses. how your sugary voice only referred to him as "sai". even when he was being frustrating.

why would he, a former criminal, be so fortunate for a person like you? who searched the ends of the earth (online websites) for replacements of his incredibly old clothes which he only kept because he knew what they looked like. when his favourite graphic tee got a rip in it you found another for him.

how when you were walking through the city with him you gasped as a car drove past, one that you really liked. "sai! y'know your old sweater with the old BMW on? one like that but green drove by!" a day out you must have long forgotten about yet he remembered very well as you went through great effort to explain what it looked like to him.

despite how much he hated tecchou's food combinations, when you met tecchou you tried your absolute best to like them. incredibly worried to earn the respect of your new boyfriend (at the time)'s colleagues. now whenever tecchou comes up with a new one tecchou tells jouno to tell you about it. jouno does not tell you.

perhaps it is the fact that you cut his hair when it gets too long for him to deal with. gently trimming it every couple of weeks.

maybe when you saw how mean he could be to the other hunting dogs you scolded him in front of them, his colleague's giggling as they found his weakness. you. now whenever he was being particularly nasty to them, you would get a phone call to out your boyfriend in his place.

perchance it was that you asked him what colour his eyes were after knowing him as a friend for a few months. although he never opened his eyes from light sensitivity, he made an exception for you. opening his eyelids and putting up with the harsh light for a few seconds as he heard your heartbeat speed up, admiring his eyes. albeit whatever they looked like now.

or, after a monthly surgery you would stay with jouno for the whole time he had to rest. jouno being so out of it he just wants to cuddle, something you cherish. he knows you adore those times so even when he starts to get his senses back, he will give you a few more hours of sleep with him on a small hospital bed.

his thoughts paused for a second as he heard your muscles contract as you changed sleeping positions. he heard the stuffed animal fall out of your arms as you rolled. he was too comfortable to get out of bed for it but noticed your arms looking for it in your sleep. he heard and felt the vibrations of your arm patting around for it on the bed.

he sighed before moving closer to you, quietly moving an arm out for your arms to hold onto instead. pulling his stray arm to your chest in your sleep, a quiet hum escaped your lips.

your arms wrapped around his bicep, something that pulled him closer to sleep after having his senses adjust to it. he would not bring this up in the morning.

with all those memories, he can't pinpoint when the moment he knew he loved you was. he was just happy he even knew you.

for once in his life, he had gotten what he wanted. lord knows it was the first time.

ughhhh he makes me so anhwahawbkhry4yiaw

the new bsd chapter coming out will have jouno ALIVE AND WELL. if not asagiri has me to respond to. no body no death. anyways everyone needs to write for the hunting dogs more please and thank you!!

jouno needs more fans like i know he is a bit of a red flag but red is the colour of my blogg soooo... match made in heaven <33

also did you see where i added perchance. you can't just say perchance!!

reblogs are appreciated so so so much!!

[coff33andb00ks]

Burning - LN

Hopeless, Part 4

{1 - Hopeless} {2 - Luxury} {3 - Poison} {4 - Burning} {Epilogue}

Lando Norris x fem!reader summary: my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder, all my riches for her smiles, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter songs: lover, you should have come over by jeff buckley word count: 5872 warnings: angst, smut <mdni> a.n.: the finale <3

The overlook is quite lovely. Prettier than the photos he'd seen. The sea air is crisp, filling his lungs as he stares at a young family strolling along the beach. Pushing his hands into his pockets he watches them, homesick for something he's never had as the toddler picks up something to show their parents. A wholesome, beautiful moment, unmarred, and he swallows the lump in his throat as it occurs to him that he'll never experience it himself.

Turning his back to the sea, he breathes deep, eyes slowly scanning the area. Trying to match it to the description he'd been given. Gaze landing on the weathered bench he finds he's already walking towards it, one hand slipping from his pocket and reaching to trail along the arm, feeling the wood that's been carved with words and initials. And there, just as he'd been told, the two letters he would know anywhere.

Yours.

He drops onto the bench, leaning forward and trying to keep his breathing normal. It's the closest he's been to you in about a year – one year, two months, one week, five days, thirteen hours.

No, there was that day over winter break. When, melancholy and yearning, he'd spent more than he should have to fly out the week before Christmas, ignoring Oscar's suggestions that he stay away. He'd rented a car, following the roads you'd told him about to the seaside town that you'd described in such detail he could have drawn a map before seeing it. He'd driven the streets, stopped a few houses down from your parents' home. Had sat, watching the house, then cursed himself a million times over for being a fool and driven off.

Oscar hadn't said told you so. He'd merely sighed and nodded, listened to his sad story again.

You'd be so happy that Oscar's become his best mate. He wants to tell you, because he knows that only you would understand why it was such a big deal.

"Mate?"

He looks up, sighing at the sight of Oscar. "Nice, yeah?"

Oscar sighs sadly, sitting next to him on the bench. "You're torturing yourself."

"You said I could have one day," Lando reminds him.

"She's not gonna show up here on a Thursday morning," Oscar says after a moment.

"I know." It would be too movielike if you did. And the only genre of movies that reflects his life is tragedy. Standing, he walks over to stare at the beach again. The family has gone, their footprints already erased by the waves. When he heads back, Oscar stands, and there's a long look before they walk together to the gravel lot where they parked.

"Just call her." It's probably the billionth time Oscar has said the words since Lando's trip to Melbourne over summer break last year.

He exhales, about to lie and say he's deleted your number. But Oscar doesn't deserve lies. "I've tried."

"Did she block you?"

"Dunno." He drums his fingers on the steering wheel, stopped at the end of the lane coming down from the overlook. There's not much traffic, nowhere near enough to warrant him sitting idle for so long. He can't bring himself to hit the call button after punching in your number. Which he still knows by heart. The only number aside from his mum's that he has memorized.

"Lan?" Oscar ventures softly.

"Am I stupid?" he blurts.

Oscar sighs. "No."

"This—" He gestures angrily at their surroundings. "This isn't fucking stupid?"

"I wouldn't say stupid. Ill-advised, maybe?" Oscar follows a passing car with his eyes. "It's been a year."

He knows.

"I think if you were able to get over it, you wouldn't be here right now."

"I don't even know if she's here." His voice is wavering and he can feel the sadness and frustration and anger stinging, piercing what's left of his heart over and over, clawing up his throat and up into his brain, burning his eyes.

"You know her better than anyone." Oscar's voice is still gentle and soft. Careful, and Lando knows he's truly only there to support him. "Where else would she go?"

"Nowhere." This tiny corner of the world is your home.

"Call her."

Lando throws the car into park and bangs his forehead against the steering wheel. "This is stupid. It's been a year. A fucking year. I can't even bring myself to text her or call her, what the fuck do I think I'm gonna do if I bump into her on the fucking street?"

Oscar doesn't speak, merely waits.

"What would I say to her?" he whispers, scared to raise his voice because he knows he'll either scream or cry.

"Mate…"                                                                         

"It's stupid. I'm stupid. I should never have—" He cuts off, swallowing hard, squeezing his eyes shut. It shouldn't still hurt this bad. "I shouldn't have come."

"But you did."

"Yeah," he gasps.

Oscar's silent for a long moment, looking out the window while Lando struggles to compose himself, knowing that if he reaches out to offer comfort it won't be appreciated. "It's a small town, yeah?"

"Yeah." He scrubs at his eyes with the heels of his palms, wishing his heartbreak had been the type that was easily numbed. He's tried everything. Alcohol, exercise, random women, even random men when he was drunk enough. Therapy, antidepressants, meditation. Nothing's worked. He can get so drunk he almost forgets, he almost loses himself, but just when he's thinking this is it, it all comes rushing back and he snatches his body away from whoever he's with. Never much further than getting his belt unbuckled before he's rushing away with a shit apology and an empty ache in his chest.

It's been over for a year and it's still fucking him up. He can't do what the therapist suggested – seek forgiveness for your part in a wrongdoing – because Charles laughed in his face.

"You? Slept with her? Impossible. She has standards."

Fucking bastard.

"Switch, I'll drive."

Lando doesn't argue even though Oscar hates driving in America. Nothing rattles his unbothered friend. But six lanes of Americans driving like – Oscar's words – fucking cunts? His friend is ready to commit crimes. Once in the passenger seat he sighs, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. It isn't long before he feels the car stop and he sits up, not looking to see where they are. "I'll call the charter for a flight out."

"Not yet," Oscar tells him. "Wait here a minute."

Confused, he rubs at his eyes, trying to keep more tears from forming. He just wants to go. Best to resign himself to being lonely. Alone. Maybe he'll be lucky and time will eventually heal the pain, even just a little, and he can— Grunting as he looks out the windshield, he watches Oscar walk into a small brick building.

"Really, Osco, not the time to be a fucking nerd," he sighs, leaning back and throwing an arm over his face. Why the fuck are they at a library?

It's not long before Oscar's back, getting behind the wheel and humming softly to himself. He doesn't speak, still humming while he buckles his seatbelt and drops a folded sheet of paper in Lando's lap.

"What?" Lando sighs, dropping his arm and looking at the paper. Even more confused, he picks it up. "What is it?"

"Mate."

Sniffling, he rubs at his nose then unfolds the paper. At first he's still confused, reading the address written in Oscar's handwriting. "Is… Is that hers?"

"Yeah."

"H…" He sucks in a breath. "How."

"She said she wanted to go back to school and work in a library, right? They've got a display board up of recent things that have happened, and there was a picture of her with a bunch of kids. A paragraph about how she's working here as a research assistant while pursuing her master's in library science."

Lando rubs at his temples, knowing his friend wants to tell the whole story but longing to tell him to get to the fucking point. And also a little touched that Oscar remembered the detail about you wanting to work with books.

"Asked the lady at the desk about her, said I was an old friend driving through. She's off today, won't be back until Monday. When she went to help someone I nicked the notebook by the computer and it has everyone's address." Oscar smiles, obviously proud of his ability to spy without being caught. "Nice lady. Said y/n's an asset."

Lando nods, typing the address into the search bar of the map on his phone. "It's…"

"Close." Oscar reaches for the in-dash screen, pausing just before his fingers touch it.

He could tell him not to. Could shake his head. And Oscar would nod, they would call the charter, and be on a flight back to Monaco by dinnertime.

And he would spend the rest of his life trying to forget.

He swallows, barely nodding his head.

"…we'll shift our focus to the surge of trade throughout the Mediterranean, but first—"

You look away from your laptop screen when there's a knock on the door. The professor drones on and you mute him, standing from the couch and setting the laptop aside to go see who it is. You're not expecting anyone, and the neighborhood isn't the type where neighbors drop in uninvited. Peeking through the window, you furrow your brow at the unfamiliar car parked on the street. Leaving the chain attached you open the front door just a bit.

And nearly hit your knees in shock.

He's looking down at the stoop, at his impossibly white sneakers, and his hood's pulled up over his head but you know it's him.

"Lando," you breathe.

His head lifts and his eyes take your breath away. They're just as you remember them, the jade hue that could see straight through to your soul.

He looks sad. Worried.

Scared.

"H-hey," he says, his voice cracking slightly.

You can only stare at him, unable to really believe he's on your front stoop. The light breeze picks up and you're slammed by the aroma of his cologne. It's so faint you know you shouldn't be able to smell it but you do and a wave of memories rush through you with it.

"Hey, nice to meet you." He smiled, an easygoing aura radiating from him as he stepped over and held out his hand. "I'm Lando."

"Hi, I'm y/n."

You press your lips together and swallow hard. "Hey," you murmur.

You, walking along pit lane with Charles and on the phone with your best friend. "So I finally got the game installed. I need to upgrade, the lag is so bad I die before I can get a shot in."

"Really? What are the specs?" Lando asked suddenly, appearing at your side.

"Call you back," you laughed into the phone, putting it away and smiling at him. He was always popping up to talk to you, had quickly become one of your favorite people on the grid. He never seemed too busy to at least stop and speak to you, that easy smile putting you at ease.

Lando exhales, his shoulders rounding. His eyes are almost mournful, the light of memory flashing and you wonder if he's reminiscing, too.

"Sorry 'bout the mess," he muttered, picking up a helmet and looking around, finally placing it two inches from where it had been.

"It's fine," you promised with a laugh. "You live here, it shouldn't look like a magazine spread."

"Yeah? I guess. Anyway, here you go, have a seat."

You swallow again, the sound of his hand slapping his computer chair echoing in your mind. Easing the door to a little, you reach up to unlatch the chain and take a step back as you pull the door open further. "What are… How did you know where to find me?"

"I love it here, really, but I miss the space. I miss having a little patch of grass where I can plant flowers and not have people squeezing in around me," you said, sliding the tarts from the baking sheet to the cooling rack.

"I get it. But I mean, you could talk to Charles, right? See about getting a place with a garden?" Lando looked at the tarts with a longing sigh.

"At least let it cool," you teased. Leaning against the counter, you shook your head. "No, this is his home. He'll never want to move out of Monaco."

"I like it here, but it's not home." He shrugged, pinching off a piece of the pastry shell for a taste, grinning when you slapped at his hand. "There's a villa up the coast a ways – it has space and nice gardens. I've thought about getting it, but seems a waste just for me."

"You could get a dog."

He's standing in your tiny living room. He looks so out of place and yet he fits and you think you're just in shock. Pushing back his hood, he fiddles with his hair, the nervous gesture you remember him doing. "Osco… He's with me – I mean, in the car," he says, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb. "Man's a fucking spy I think."

"No, no, you put your hand here." His face is serious as he guides your hand to his shoulder. "Okay?"

You nodded, grateful he was willing to teach you. You knew Charles would happily pay for dancing lessons but it's embarrassing, not knowing how to waltz. And when you'd mentioned it to Lando he'd said to come by, he could show you the basics, and he'd practice with you so you wouldn't make a fool of yourself at the prince's gala. His hand moved to rest at your waist, warm and strong, and you felt a glimmer of heat as his other hand took yours, holding it up.

"We'll take it slow, yeah?" he asked softly.

He's still standing there, looking lost and scared, and all you can do is stare at him. You've seen him – on tv, online, on your phone because you hadn't been able to delete the pictures of him and every once in a while your phone likes to play a sick joke and throw you a memory that somehow always includes him. But you're struck by the slight differences since you've seen him in person. His hair is a little longer, that one curl he used to complain about dancing against his forehead. The scar from Amsterdam last year is faded, barely a line across the bridge of his nose.

He's still the most handsome man you'll ever see. He still takes your breath away. It's taking everything in you to not beg him to forgive you.

"Love it. This. Us."

You suck in a breath and hold it. "How are you?" you ask, because really what else can you say?

I'm so sorry I never should have let us end like we did, even if we were hopeless from the start. I still love you, I'll never stop loving you. I'll never stop needing you. I'm miserable.

"I'm fucking miserable, y/n." His voice is strained. "I-I came months ago. At Christmas."

You feel your eyes widen at the same time you watch his do the same. Suddenly recalling a strange car parked just down the street from your parents' home that had sped off. At the time your first thought had been that it was someone up to no good. "You did?" you whisper.

"I remembered where your mum and dad live, and I… I hoped I'd see you."

He would have, if he'd waited five minutes. But you remember the texts you'd sent that had gone unanswered. The one phone call you'd attempted two months after moving away from Monaco, at four in the morning when your dreams had been him.

They still are.

Lando takes a step forward. "Y/n…"

"Why are you here?"

"I miss you," he says, his voice still strained. Like he's just finished crying. Or is about to. And you don't want to see him cry. It'll break your unhealed heart. "Are… Are you okay?"

You jump slightly when there's a soft tap at the front door. It's still hanging open – way to go, just invite burglars and murders in – and both you and Lando spin to look.

Oscar holds both hands up. "Sorry to interrupt. Um… Hi."

"Hey," you squeak. God, you can't do this. You can't have this awkward, painful conversation in front of Oscar. "C-come on in," you say, dragging a hand through your hair.

"I, um, just…" His cheeks darken as he closes the door and he clears his throat. "Could I use the restroom?"

Blinking at him, you feel Lando step closer to you. With a small nod you point in the direction of the bathroom, backing away from Lando as soon as Oscar's back is turned.

"Y/n… Please—"

"What?" you ask. It's as though seeing Oscar threw some common sense into you. "I'm in the middle of a class."

"For the library thing, yeah?" One corner of his mouth lifts.

"How did you—" You glance towards the bathroom. "Maybe he is a fucking spy."

"He was trying to help me."

"He always has," you whisper.

"He's kept me from going completely insane this past year. I… I owe him a lot," he murmurs, and he's picking at his own fingers.

You're reaching to stop him and jerk your hand back. He's not yours to comfort. He never was. "He flew all the way here with you when he could be home with his girlfriend. I think you owe him at least a new car."

"She's pregnant."

You gasp. "Really? I should—" But you can't. You haven't been able to call her, either. You text sometimes, but your friendship with the other girlfriends will never be the same. She hasn't mentioned being pregnant and you know it's because you're not in the 'club' anymore. It's a wildly different life you lead now. And you're happy. You're miserable and lonely but you fake the happiness for the sake of your family and coworkers. "I'm happy for them."

"God, I hate this," he whispers, and he rubs his hands over his face.

Then he's reaching for you. Almost catches you, but you jerk away.

"Y/n—"

"You have no right, Lando. What, did you think I'd just fall right back into your arms?" you ask, voice trembling because you want to. You want to be hugged as only Lando's ever been able to do. But you can't let yourself, remembering all too well how your life had been destroyed because you wanted a hug once.

"I didn't – I miss you," he whispers. "It's been a year and I still can't wash the coffee cup you left on the counter because it's… It's still got your lipstick."

Your heart twists, thinking of the hoodie tucked in the very back of your closet. The one you were going to throw out two weeks ago but couldn't after you opened the bag and could still smell him. Then you firm your resolve. You can't. "I'm not stupid. I've seen how not lonely you've been—"

"I was trying to forget you!"

"Then try harder. Doomed, remember?" You'll never forget him saying that, or how your heart had fractured.

"I couldn't even do it, because I felt like I was cheating on you!" The words ring out and he looks shocked, face twisting. "That's how fucked up you got me."

That rankles you, and you don't know if it's because he tried or because he's blaming the failure on you. "It's not my fault you can't get off," you snap.

"I can only get off if I'm thinking about you," he snaps back.

Your cheeks flame, your broken mind immediately conjuring up the image of him in the shower or on his bed. And you would swear you can hear his breathy moans. You bite your tongue hard to keep from confessing that when you try to make yourself cum you have to think about him, too. "Lando—"

"Tell me you're happy," he whispers. "Say it and I'll go."

"Happiness is subjective," you say, because despite everything you can't lie to him.

There's a creak or a sigh. Both your heads swivel and though you've only ever respected and admired Oscar, you aren't happy to see him. He doesn't speak, turning and studying the notes and photos on the refrigerator door.

Your heart lurches, knowing he'll see the snapshot of Lando.

"Y/n."

You snap your eyes back to him, forgetting all about his friend when you look into his eyes.

"Can we just… Talk. Please."

"I would have talked a year ago. When you left me on read. I would have talked a few months later, when I called you and you didn't answer." The worst part had been that his voicemail greeting was the automated voice.

"I was hurting! I was trying to get over you! I wanted to hurt you—"

You gasp, the admission a knife in your chest. You deserve it, you know that, and so much worse, but it stings.

"Like you hurt me."

"What was I supposed to do, Lando? We were doomed. You said so yourself."

"I'd rather be doomed with you than broken without you."

You must leave. Despite how long it's been you're not strong enough. You doubt you'll ever be strong enough to resist him. About to step away, you remember it's your house. Small and cramped and yeah the neighbors are too close for your liking. But it's yours. "Go, Lando. Live. Be happy without me."

"Like you're happy here?" he asks, throwing his hands out. "Rotting away in a fucking library?"

"I was happy until you decided to show up." Your voice cracks and you try to hold it back but a sob escapes as you back away, shoulder banging the doorway of your bedroom.

"Don't lie to me, y/n," he pleads, taking a step closer and reaching out.

"Don't touch me." You shrug his hand away, trying to get out of his reach, lift a hand to slap his arm. He catches your wrist before you can and your breath sticks in your throat when he moves forward. "Lando, please, let me go—"

His lips crash against yours and you whimper. It's harsh and demanding and you struggle weakly against him, spinning as soon as his hand grabs your waist. His near feral moan vibrates through your body and in a heartbeat you're clutching at his hoodie, whining as your back meets the closing door.

"Lan," you whimper, shaking your head as you break the kiss. "Please, we—"

"One more," he gasps. He lets go of your wrist, his hand trembling as it cups your cheek. "God, please… I just need you one more time. Everything's wrong without you." His lips brush over yours, and you feel your own inconsolable longing reflected back at you. "Y-you were everything, let me feel everything again."

His kiss tastes like tears and stifled rage. It grows harsher, his body crowding yours tighter against the door. It's everything you've wanted for over a year and yet not enough and you whisper his name into the breaths you share, knowing you'll feel the worst pain imaginable when it's over and you're alone all over again. The pull of him is too strong though and you want to feel everything again too, want just one morsel of what you once had.

"Wish I could hate you," he groans, voice as rough as his fingers in your hair, so tight your scalp stings. You whimper with both delight and pain and he answers with a moan, snatching back, breathing uneven as his hand slides from your hair and there's a frantic, familiar scrambling to remove his hoodie and your shirt. His moan as his fingers brush your bare skin ends in a whine, tracing patterns over your chest. "Wanted to hate you. Wanted to forget you but you—" His mouth is on yours again, his hands clutching at your breasts. Your nipples are stiff before his thumbs brush them and he groans deep in his chest, pressing his thigh between yours.

He pinches and squeezes, lips almost cruel on yours, and you can feel the rage he feels. Know you deserve every bit of it for everything you'd done, and more than he's capable of showing. Tears sting your eyes. It's beautiful, crushingly so, because you know this will be the last time. You want to rush ahead, to feel the incandescence only his lovemaking had created inside you and you also want to slow down, to memorize every breath, every touch, so you can cling to the memories for the rest of your lonely existence.

"Y/n…" It's a low, drawn-out moan, lips parted over yours.

"Please," you gasp. You're practically squirming with need, and the hate for you that he can't muster is there, coming from yourself. "Need it, Lan…"

You feel his pained grimace, taste the ache and the agony on his tongue. "Need you," he whimpers.

"Us," you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut as your tears fall.

"Us," he barely sighs. One hand slips down, the rage still there as it pushes between your bodies and into your panties, cupping you and squeezing. His ragged groan echoes in your ears and it shreds the last sliver of your sanity.

You tip your head forward, initiating the next kiss, loosening your grip on his biceps and letting your hands smooth over his warm skin. Breathing in and holding it so you can taste and smell and feel him all at once. Your fingers trace the necklace at his neck and more tears fall – it's the one you gave him two years ago. Rough, his fingers rub along your slit, his other hand thudding against the door then cupping your throat. His lips still on yours, whining when you brush the tears from his cheeks.

He leans into you, fingers rubbing steadily, teeth catching your bottom lip as they grow slick. "Did you…" He moans when one finger dips, your hips tilt forward, pushing yourself against his hand. "You miss me, baby?"

"Yes." You're gripping his wrist, clutching his hair.

"This?" His fingers move in slow circles over your clit. "…Or me?"

"You, Lando, you," you whimper, head falling back, the curling heat so sudden you fear you'll cum already.

"Have you let anyone fuck you?" he asks, still rubbing your clit agonizingly slowly.

"N-no." Your cheeks burn, hating yourself for feeling a spike of desire at his crude question. Pulse racing, you can hear the blood rushing in your ears, and his low hum as he leans closer, lips at your ear now. Your pussy clenches, gushing and you let out a shaky moan, able to hear the slick sounds of his fingers working your clit. Your hand wraps around his wrist and he chuckles.

"You need to cum? Hm?" He moans right in your ear and your pulse thunders beneath his fingertips at your throat. "You're gonna cum that quick?"

"I—" You whine, clutching tighter at his wrist. "It feels good, Lando, I can't…"

"It's gonna feel better when I'm fucking you," he whispers.

"Yes," you hiss, head falling back with a thump. "Please!"

"You want it, baby?" There's a slant to his cooed words and you wonder if he does hate you after all. "Want me to fuck you?" His lips tug at your earlobe, smirking while you whine. Slipping his fingers down, he dips them inside you, echoing your moan as you immediately squeeze around them. "Oh I missed your pussy so much… That's why I couldn't fuck 'em, you know?"

"Lando, please." God, you're gonna cum. It's sick and it's twisted now, but he knows exactly how to play your body.

"Cuz I know how good this feels…" He sucks on your earlobe, fingers curling tightly, exhaling harshly as they brush your spot and your hips jerk. "Gonna feel so good when you cum on my dick."

"Yes, baby, I need that," you whimper, digging your nails into his wrist. You need it more now than you did a year ago, your body buzzing. "God, please… Let me cum for you, Lan – Fuck!"

"Cum on my fingers, baby," he hisses, stroking your spot so hard it hurt. But his words and the reminder that he knew exactly what to say and do to you send you spiraling, pussy squeezing tightly around his fingers as a ragged cry ripped from your chest. "That's my girl, fuckin' cum…"

His fingers slip out and you gasp at the gush, tugging at his hair while he rubs your slit rapidly as your body tenses and trembles, panting harsh in your ear when you squirt over his fingers. When you slump back he coos, fingers strumming your clit and causing your back to arch.

He snatches his fingers from your clit with a low growl, and your lips meet in a fierce kiss, hands meeting at his belt. You wriggle between him and the door, frantic and scrambling to remove your panties, gasping against his tongue as he kicks his jeans away and then he's jerking your hips towards him, pressing his face to the side of your neck and your breath catches in the back of your throat, hooking your legs over his hips. His cock, hard and straining, glides along your slit and his teeth sink into your skin as his hips surge forward.

"Lando," you cry out, eyes rolling back.

"Make me hate you. Please, fuck, I need to hate you."

"How?" It's a broken sob.

"You can't." He presses his forehead to yours, hands so tight on your hips you know you'll feel the bruises forever. "You can't, y/n…"

"I'm sorry," you whisper, lifting trembling hands to cup his face. "I'm so sorry, Lando."

He exhales slow, releasing your hips and sliding his hands up, keeping the rest of his body still. It feels as though he's re-memorizing your body, closing his eyes while his palms sweep over your shoulders and up to your wrists. There's a prolonged moment as his shaky breaths fan over your lips, then his eyes open.

They're luminous. Shining with emotion. You can't breathe, can't even blink, can only just barely feel him shift, reminding you he's buried deep.

"I miss you so much." His hands are gentle, smoothing your hair back and cradling your cheeks. There's the reverence you remember.

"I'm right here." Your vision blurs and his lips are on yours, tender where they'd been rough before. "I'm right here, baby."

"Can't lose you," he mumbles, shifting again, his arm winding around your waist and holding you close. "Can't lose you again, baby, okay?"

You whisper his name, unsure of what to say. You're not sure you understand. "Lan?"

He kisses you again, turning and you're floating even after he lays you down on the bed. Each touch is gentle, like he's afraid of hurting you.

As though you're a dream he doesn't want to wake up from.

"I love you," he says. And for the first time since he stepped into the house it's the voice you remember. Clear and bright, warm and your favorite sound. It's him, the real Lando that you know and love.

Your lips part to say the words back – of course you love him, you've loved him since the beginning, before he was yours to really love. Before he was your forbidden secret.

"I bought the villa." Even he looks surprise as the words pass his lips and there's a small smile on his face and you want to laugh at the absurdity of the moment. He's talking as though he isn't inside you, as though he didn't just make you cum against your bedroom door.

"You did?" you ask softly, fingers following the freckles splattered over his cheek and neck. "When?"

Lando shifts, gently guiding your legs around his waist. The friction causes your toes to curl and he pauses, stuttering out a whimper. "F-first of the – god – year."

"Do you like it?" You're asking about the villa, remembering the photos he'd showed you on the realty website.

"Fuck I love it so much," he moans. His hands squeeze your thighs and he lifts himself up slightly, licking his lips slow. Eyes still luminous, he looks down at you and you can feel he's holding his breath.

"I love you," you whisper. "I love you so much."

And it's like that's all he needed. He leans down, kissing you deeply, his hands finding yours and holding on, fingers tangled as he rolls his hips slow. His thrusts are slow and deep, echoing moans and gasps the soundtrack to the passion. There's no subdued rage or cruelty anymore, and you whisper apologies between kisses, needing him to know how sorry you are for hurting him.

"I'm so sorry… I love you… Love us." You whisper the words over and over, tasting the salt of his fresh tears and yours.

Clasped hands tighten, knuckles turning white. "Be mine," he murmurs, his tremble rippling through you. When you arch, crying out yes, he dips his head, pressing sweet kisses over your heart.

"I always was," you promise, eyes locked with his as the passion crests and you cum with a scream of his name. It's blinding, deafening, and all you know that is real is the tight grip of his hands.

"Get your degree," he murmurs an eternity later. You nod, heart racing, the ache that has been in your chest for so long begins to fade. "Move in the villa with me."

"What if it's doomed?" you whisper, fear slicing through the elation. "What if we fail?"

"W-what if we win?" His breath stutters harshly, hands squeezing yours even tighter. "What if it's sacred?"

He kisses you, both of you trembling as his thrusts quicken and you feel his muscles grow tight. Your name is a soft, pleading cry and you feel the heat of him filling you, hips straining and pushing you deeper into the mattress.

Another lifetime passes with delicate kisses. Tender whispers. Praise and love are murmured between you, and you feel the eternal hope springing back when he offers forgiveness.

If it's all a dream you never want to wake. You'll gladly sleep until your final breath or even hasten your end so you never have to know cold reality again. But it's not a dream when you wake up, it's real and he's real, and the love in his eyes is still there.

The peace, the dreamy bubble formed around you, is burst by a gentle tapping at the bedroom door.

"Um… You good, mate?" Oscar calls out, his voice amused and embarrassed.

Lando giggles against your shoulder, kissing your skin before lifting his head. "Are we good, love?"

"Can we get a dog?" you ask suddenly.

"Just one?"

You nod. "To keep me company while I'm studying."

Lando grins, dipping to kiss you quickly. "All good, Osco!"

"Thank fucking christ," Oscar groans..

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Bartender!Kyle x gn!reader Part 2 babyyyyyy Not proofread so probably horrible. Sorry. Just wanted to get this out there as quickly as possible. I hope you have half as much fun reading as I had writing. Part 1 | COD Masterlist | Part 3

He's not waiting for you to return. He's not looking at the door everytime it opens the next few days. He's absolutely not hoping to see you again. Nope nopedy nope. He did not suddenly grow obsessed with you. He -

The door opens and his head whips around to look at who's coming in and he can feel himself straightening up, when he realizes that it is in fact you. You and some friends it seems.

You're all chattering amongst yourself and occupie a table in the corner. Kyle isn't sure who he has to thank for your return because his bar surely isn't the most popular with regular people and there's prettier spots out there, but he's not gonna complain.

He wipes his hands on a towel, swings it over his shoulder and approaches your table. Suddenly he's happy that his bar is so small and cozy that he can manage it alone.

"What can I get for you?"

One of your friends pats your shoulder after whatever they said to you and the two of them, a dude and a girl, order their stuff. Your eyes stay glued to the table and your friend orders for you.

He wonders what's up with that. You look.... down?

Shame, he would have loved to get a glimpse of your lovely eyes.

When he's behind the bar again, making your drinks he glances at you. Your friend goes to pat you on the shoulder again and you scowl.

Down and angry too? Maybe he can help with that.

He decides to double the amount of your drink and then approaches the table while balancing a tray with your drinks.

As he gets closer he can hear your voice, angry and frustrated.

"... improper language with a customer!? Can you believe it? That fuckwart had it coming, I swear. They should be grateful I got rid of that scum for them. But nooooo, 'You're fired' it is."

You let your head fall to the table in frustration and Kyle is being torn between feeling bad for you and being enamoured by the way you talk.

He never knew he could be attracted to the way someone talks. But your voice is utterly captivating and you have a particular way of pronouncing words, that just draws him in.

He silently puts the drinks on the table, putting yours before you. When you notice the amount in the glass you look up at him in surprise.

"Uh, I ordered a regular?", you question.

He smiles in response. "It's on the house. Noticed you didn't seem to be having the best day. Enjoy, dove."

When he turns around he can hear the girl squeal.

"Did you hear that!? He called you dove!? Oh my god! He was totally flirting with you."

"He's so cute too!", the guy adds knowingly smirking at you.

Then Kyle's too far away to catch more of the conversation. Shame, he would have loved hearing your response. But he's satisfied with the knowledge that your friends will definitely nudge you in his direction.

He's pretty sure everyone in the bar is too drunk to notice him paying special attention to your table and you're too busy moping about losing your job to notice him dropping by way more often that he'd need to.

It's honestly no ones business. He needs to check on his little dove.

He's coming by to ask if you need another drink once more when he hears you say: "Just gotta find another café to serve at."

Like a knight in shining armour Kyle is there.

"Sorry for eavesdropping but... I'm currently managing this bar alone and I could really use some help. So if you're interested in a job, maybe I've got the one for you.", he offers.

He smiles brightly and warmly at you and you gape up at him.

"Holy shit! That's awesome.", you say and immediately slap your hand over your mouth. Then you rush to say: "I can control my language, I promise!"

That makes him laugh and you grin up at him awkwardly until he makes you speechless once more.

"Oh, you can run your mouth here all you want. The customers won't care and I'm just happy to hear your pretty voice."

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P L A Y L I S T (cl16 x singer!reader series) vol.4 - monaco

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word count: 2.6k

hi everyone! here's the next part! they finally meet in person! I'm really vibing with writing this rn so I have a couple of chapters already drafted so I'm hoping to upload the next few pretty regularly! happy reading love, mimi taglist currently: open! @whatsupstark

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Monaco

Y/N didn’t know much about F1. But as she wandered through the ‘paddock’, as Charles had called it, she found herself being swept up in the hype and excitement. Celebrities mingled amongst team investors and sponsors and mechanics. Already she’d seen a few friends and acquaintances. Y/N stopped suddenly at a call of her name, turning round she saw Charles and a man who she was pretty sure was called Carlos. He was dressed the same as Charles so that seemed like a good indicator. “Y/N!” She couldn’t help the grin that overtook her features and she felt Carlos stare at her knowingly from opposite her. “Charles, hi!” Her answer was breathy as he got closer, stopping just in front of her. Neither of them spoke for a second but both of them could have sworn it was longer than that. ‘God his pictures didn’t do him justice’ she thought as, ‘she’s even prettier up close’, ran through Charles’ mind, 

“So are you going to introduce us or…?” Carlos chimed in from next to his friend. Charles cleared his throat as Y/N took a step back,  “Uh yes! Carlos this is Y/N.” Y/N smiled at Carlos warmly as he extended a hand for her to shake,  “It’s lovely to meet you.” His accent was warm and his face was very handsome. Y/N mused to herself if good looks were also a necessary qualifying trait for F1 too. 

“Your concert in Rome was incredible!” Y/N was dragged back to the current conversation by Carlos’ compliments, “Thank you so much! We loved every second of it.” “I know Lily will be so excited to know you’re here today. This way, I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Carlos continued as he held his hand out to guide Y/N towards a larger group of people and Charles had to bite back a frown. She was his guest today, he had invited her here so he could get to know her and maybe spend a little time with her. Why did he need to share her with everyone else too? “Are you not coming with us Charles?” Y/N’s sweet voice and concerned look made his tummy flip and he nodded dumbly at her before trudging along behind the pair, ‘there’ll be other opportunities’ he told himself firmly. 

“Guys, this is Y/N.” Greetings were exchanged and fangirling was done (though Lando refused to admit he had squealed when Y/N shook his hand) and before Charles knew it, he was being called to the garage to prepare for the start of the race. “I’m sure Lily will be more than happy to let you hang around with her!” Charles nodded towards Lily who was almost vibrating where she stood. Your face fell ever so slightly, “Oh… Yes of course, thank you.” “Is that okay? I’m sorry I can’t stay longer.” “No no it’s okay! I uhhh…” She trailed off, “I guess I’d just hoped that I’d be able to watch it from the Ferrari garage?” Charles felt himself turning as red as his Ferrari team uniform at her confession and he nodded, his tongue feeling heavy, “That’s more than okay, yeah that’s cool... dude,” He gave her a thumbs up and immediately facepalmed mentally. He cringed as he heard Lando snort from behind him and saw Max cover his mouth to hide a laugh out of the corner of his eye. “I-I’ll walk you there.” Charles strolled with her through the paddock, doing his best to pretend that Carlos was not tagging along behind them. She asked him questions as they walked; how long was the race? Was he nervous about today? Did he think it was going to rain? How fast would he be going? Charles answered each one with careful thought and consideration and he felt his heart swell a little at the way she took such genuine interest in him and his job.

“Well, here we are!” Charles led her into the Ferrari garage, greeting each team member he passed and wishing them good luck for the race. Y/N smiled at the interactions, clearly Charles was a kind person. Something fluttered in her tummy as she saw his dimples appear again and again. He handed her a pair of headphones and helped her find a place in front of several large screens. “Have a good race!” She said enthusiastically before cringing internally, “sorry I don’t know what you usually say before a race… I'm guessing I shouldn't really tell you to break a leg…” Charles’ head tipped back as a full laugh came from deep in his tummy. God she was adorable, “Just good luck is enough!” As he turned to leave for the grid, he suddenly stopped at the feeling of her hand gently taking his wrist. “Charles!” His eyes flitted down to look for a second before he looked up at her, she hesitated for a second and he watched as a look of realisation flashed across her eyes before she was dropping his wrist and stuttering out her next words, “I-I just wanted to say… umm…” He took a step towards her, “Yes?” “Drive safely? Please?” A soft smile spread across his face and those damn butterflies were taking flight in her tummy once more. “Always.” He gave her hand a squeeze for reassurance before he was swallowed up by the bustling garage and out of sight. 

Y/N’s lack of F1 knowledge was showing as she did her best to follow along with the race. Part of her wondered if she should have gone with Lily after all. It may have been easier to follow along with her experienced commentary, but Y/N was glad she’d chosen to support Charles a bit more closely. After all, she was his guest. As she watched the cars lap the track again and again she thought back to their conversations. How he’d, albeit quite awkwardly, flirted with her. He’d made her smile that was for sure. Even through the exhaustion of the tour, she’d found herself staying awake a little later just to reply to him. So naturally when he’d invited her to be his guest at Monaco this weekend, how could she say no? 

She watched the screen intently, eyes searching for a red car with each new camera angle. Once or twice she sensed the TV cameras on her, ready to catch her reactions and so she did her best to appear smiley and calm, despite feeling nervous at her surroundings but also nervous for Charles. 

78 laps later and the race was finished. Y/N didn’t know much about F1 but she knew that 6th wasn’t a bad place to be… it just wasn’t the result Charles wanted. She felt bad for him, having sensed through their conversations that week that he added extra pressure onto himself when he raced at Monaco. She understood, she alwasy felt more pressure when performing at home too. Nevertheless she was waiting there for him with a smile when he reached the garage. “Congratulations!” Charles gave a small smile but she could tell he wasn’t feeling as good as he had before the race. “Thank you.” “Well you didn’t crash so I’d say you did a good job! I doubt I could even manage the simplest corner!” Another smile pulled at his lips this time, more genuine. She could tell even after a short while of talking to him when his smiles were genuine or not. His dimples were always deeper and his eyes a lot brighter. “So what happens now?” Charles inhaled before letting out a heavy sigh, “I have a few interviews and then debrief before we pack up and do it all again somewhere new next week!” She giggled, “Sounds just like tour!” Y/N joked before Charles bit his lip, suddenly turning nervous “Hey uhhh, I have to go and do these interviews but if you want, we could… maybe go and get dinner later? I can take you to Lily so you don’t have to hang out alone!” Y/N was silent, Charles felt himself growing embarrassed, “But if you’re busy it’s fine I totally get it and-” “No no! I would like that…” Y/N nodded as she bit her lip shyly, her head dropping to look at her feet as Charles nervously brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck. 

Acorss from them at the entrance of the garage, Lando and Max stood in conversation with Carlos, all three of them watching the pair intently, “I bet you 50 they’re together by the time we get to Silverstone.” Max nodded completely convinced he was right, “Silverstone? Nahh mate, more like Canada…” Lando said assuredly, “You’re both wrong!” Carlos shook his head, crossing his arms as he leant against the wall, “End of the season.” He said confidently. “End of the season?” Lando raised an eyebrow as Max scoffed, “They’re both two blind idiots with feelings.” Carlos justified, “You have a point…” Max conceded. 

Y/N shifted uncomfortably as she felt someone’s eyes on her, looking around she spotted Carlos, Lando and Max and she felt her cheeks get warm as she realised they’d been staring at her and Charles. Charles followed her gaze and rolled his eyes, “Just ignore them, I think they’re still a little starstruck. Shall we go? I’ll drop you off at Williams on my way.” The pair made their way out of the garage and down the pitlane to the Williams garage. Lily smiled warmly at Y/N as she made her way through the circus of mechanics and engineers and higher ups, “I’ll look after her, don’t worry” Lily sent her a wink which made her giggle, feeling less nervous about not having Charles around. She turned and he smiled at her reassuringly, “I’ll be back in a little bit - I’ll come and find you outside hospitality!” Y/N nodded before turning back to Lily who still seemed a little dazed that she was standing next to her. “I’m so glad you managed to come to the concert!” Lily smiled widely, “It was incredible! I think a few of us are going to go to a few more concerts before the season is over!” Y/N laughed as Lily led her out of the garage and towards hospitality, “You know, I was pretty surprised that Charles decided to join us.” “Oh really?” Y/N said taking a seat with her at one of the tables outside, “Yeah, he’s probably admitted this himself but he had no idea who you were when you guys first met…” Y/N giggled as Lily shook her head good-naturedly, “it’s crazy how you guys bumped into each other like that twice!” “I know!” Y/N’s eyes widened “Did you talk about it with him at all?” Lily asked curiously before Y/N nodded, 

“We did actually! He apologised for not recognising me and assured me he wasn’t trying to kidnap me!” She said with a fond smile, “And I apologised that I’d scared him so much - twice!” The two girls collapsed into fits of giggles before Y’N’s voice dropped to a whisper, “Can I ask you something?” Lily nodded, “Is it true he kept googling all the lyrics through the concert?” Lily let out a loud laugh as Alex and Logan approached the table, “What’s so funny?” Alex asked, taking a seat, “Y/N was just asking me about Charles googling the lyrics at the concert, “How did you hear about that?” asked Logan, “Oh I see everything on twitter,” Y/N said with a smirk, “my fans keep me very well informed!” Lily gasped, “Does that mean you’ve seen the videos of me crying and dancing along?” Alex snorted as Logan coughed to cover up a laugh, both of them remembering how the sight had looked in-person right in front of their eyes. Y/N nodded, her face turning solemn as she placed a hand on Lily’s shoulder seriously, “I’m so sorry Lily but… I don’t think we have a space for you as a backup dancer on this tour.” Lily played along, looking down and clasping her hands together as her eyebrows furrowed, “It’s a brutal industry…” The table fell into laughter before Y/N saw Charles approaching.

“What are we all laughing about, hmm?” Charles was curious as he reached the table, “Oh we were just discussing the outcome of Lily’s audition.” You nodded, face becoming serious once again, “It wasn’t the outcome she wanted…” “I just can’t believe my dancing wasn’t good enough.” “Dancing? Is that what you’d call it?” Alex gave Lily a playful nudge as she gasped dramatically, “Y/N you see how mean he’s being?!” Charles gently placed a hand on her shoulder before leaning down to stage whisper dramatically, “We should leave before this gets nasty!” With a stifled giggle, YN stood up from her chair, making sure to give Lily a hug and exchange her number before following Charles away from the business of the paddock and down a small quiet side street.  

“Where are we going?” Y/N asked, looking around as she took in her surroundings, “There’s a great spot I know a little out of town. It’s kind of a hole-in-the-wall place but they make some of the best pasta I’ve ever had.” 

“Pasta? Sign me up!” Y/N gave an enthusiastic reply as Charles unlocked his car, taking her bag from her shoulder and holding it as he opened her door for her. She slid into the passenger seat and took her bag back, placing it on her lap as he closed the door and jogged round to the driver's seat. As he turned on the engine and the car roared into life, the sound system came on automatically. A familiar voice drifted out through the speakers and a rhythm that her body knew by heart filled the car. “I-is this my song?” Charles found his cheeks matching the colour of his team brand once more as he scrabbled to mute the volume but just turned it up louder in the process Y/N clapped a hand over her mouth, looking at him, as she began giggling harder than she had all day. “I was just… it was… research?” Charles scrambled for an excuse as Y/N continued giggling, hand falling away from her mouth as her head tipped back in laughter. And as they sat there in his car, her song still quietly playing in the background, Charles realised he didn’t mind embarrassing himself and would happily make a fool of himself over and over again if it meant he got to see her laughing like that once more.  “No no no, don’t be embarrassed.” Y/N sighed, her stomach sore from laughter, “I think it’s cute you were researching.” Charles’ cheeks heated up again, ‘she called me cute?’ he screamed at himself in his head. “Okay, honestly? I haven’t been able to get that song out of my head since I heard it at the concert, it’s really catchy!” Y/N nodded, “It gets stuck in my head too sometimes - and it’s my song!” “It’s definitely one of my favourites.” Charles admitted and Y/N found herself having to look out of the window to hide how big her smile was. Charles cleared his throat, “So! Shall we go?” He began to drive, fighting to contain his excitement that you were in the passenger seat, “Don’t go driving as fast as you did earlier!” Y/N joked, Charles smiled, eyes darting to look at her for a second before fixing his gaze back on the road once more, “Never. Not when I have such precious cargo in the passenger seat.” Y/N bit her lip and looked out of the window once more, but Charles could tell she was smiling to herself, he caught it in her reflection in the window.

It suddenly dawned on him as they drove that he didn’t feel as down as he expected to after the race. In fact, he rather felt like he’d won.

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Will You Be Mine?

Words: 732 Rating: 18+ Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem! Reader Summary: You've been nervous since Matt said he had something important to ask you. Warnings: Anxious thoughts, tooth-rotting fluff, referenced p in v sex, referenced unprotected sex Tags: @loves0phelia, @nowheredreamer, @bellaxgiornata, @yarrystyleeza, @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment, @theradioactivespidergwen (hope you feel better mandy!) Links: General Masterlist Matt Murdock / Daredevil Masterlist Also posted to A03.

Just a little one-shot that appeared while I was trying to write the next chapter for Alley Cat. Hope you all enjoy.

Will You Be Mine?

As you exited the elevator and headed toward your apartment, you tried not to let your anxiety get the better of you. Matt had told you he had something important to ask you when you came home. Something that made your normally confident boyfriend sound nervous. While you wanted to believe it was something positive, the Negative Nancy in your head couldn’t shut up about all the terrible possibilities.

Maybe Matt wanted to break up with you. That he had found someone else. Someone who was just as model gorgeous as he is, a person who would never get any whispered comments like ‘how in the world didshe manage to land him’ at parties. Or maybe someone could fight side-by-side with Daredevil instead of waiting at home and fretting. Or maybe someone was both prettier and a lot more badass. Someone like Elektra. Or Natasha.

Or maybe someone who wanted to be a housewife. Not that there was anything wrong with that choice. If being a housewife made someone happy and fulfilled, you were all for it. You just didn’t think that you would be. You had worked hard on your degree and enjoyed your work. You liked cooking and didn’t mind cleaning but doing nothing else all day sounded frightfully dull.

Through there were parts that didn’t sound awful. You liked the idea of being Mrs. Murdock. You may or may not practiced writing your name that way. Just to see how it looked. You might have an entire Pinterest board dedicated to your hypothetical wedding. Or considered what might be engraved into your wedding rings, something that Matt could ran his fingers over every day and know that he was loved . . .Or idly pictured a little face (or two) with Matt’s beautiful hazel eyes.

You really, really hoped that Matt wasn’t about to turn those sweet dreams into bitter ashes.

Logically you knew that he (probably) wasn’t. That you were worrying about nothing. You lived together. He loved you. You had woken up this morning to him pressing soft kisses to your neck, whispering ‘I love you’ as his big, warm hands gently caressed your body. The sex that followed could only be called making love. You had sobbed with pleasure when he had slowly filled your eager cunt with his cock. His thrusts had been gentle, as unhurried as the fingers rubbing circles on your clit. You had let out a keening cry on your third (or was it your fourth?) orgasm. Matt had been quieter but let out a deep moan when he came inside you.

You hadn’t wanted to leave the bed. It was supposed to be your day off. Matt had promised nothing short of literal world-ending disaster was calling him away today. You could stay in bed and have as much mind-blowing sex with your boyfriend as you wished. You had been contemplating rolling Matt over and slowly riding him until he was the one sobbing when your phone rang.

It was your frantic co-worker. There had been an accident. Her husband and at least one of her kids had been badly hurt. Of course you agreed to cover the rest of her shift and to get there as soon as possible. It was a little disappointing to postpone your plans (as nebulous as they were) but needs must. You could always ride Matt tomorrow. Turning him into a moaning mess sounded like a terrific Valentine’s Day present.

Now, after that call during your break, you feared that the only thing you were getting for Valentine's Day was a broken heart. You gripped the doorknob and tried to brace yourself. You opened the door and let out a surprised gasp.

The apartment was festooned with lit candles and rose petals. The table was set with something that smelled delicious along with two glasses waiting for their wine. And standing a few feet in front of you was Matt dressed in jeans with a cream cable-knit sweater that looked sinfully soft. His dark glasses had been left off so you could see the love, the hope, and the fear shining in his eyes as he went down on one knee.

You brought your hands up to your mouth as your eyes began to fill with tears. Was he . . .

“Sweetheart,” he said, holding up a little box with a ring inside it. “Will you marry me?”

[applejuicefruit]

can you maybe do something about neymar where the reader gets hurt while in the stands due to angry fans either intentionally ( due to most psg fans hating neymar ) or accidentally hurting her after a miss from him? thank you so much, i love your work!

Hiii thank you for requesting this! I changed it a bit I hope you don’t mind it!

neymar jr x reader

Never change

It was PSG match night and, of course, as Neymar’s girlfriend you never missed on of his games. Unfortunately tonight you couldn’t attend because you had a last minute work meeting and you wouldn’t make it in time for the game. Ney already knew it and, even if he was a little bit sad you couldn’t go he knew how much you loved your work so he simply said you that it was okay.

The meeting ended earlier than expected. You would still make it in time for the second half of the match so once you reached the stadium you begged for the ticket lady to give you one ticket, it didn’t matter where you were sat, you just wanted to be there for Neymar.

Surprisingly you got a nice view ticket. Not too high or far from the pitch. You knew Neymar could see you from that distance and you were waiting for his reaction to see you there. But as he noticed you, some fans noticed you too and they weren’t quite happy with you being there, mostly because of Neymar. How he wanted to leave the team years ago and how he wants to leave the team now, PSG fans took it to heart and they were still quite mad with him for this.

You heard some sarcastic comments coming from behind you but you simply ignored them and watched the game. It wasn’t anything new for you, you read and heard bad things on you everyday, simply because you were dating Neymar.

You enjoyed the game and PSG won. You were so happy you couldn’t wait to go home and celebrate with Neymar.

But before you could leave the stadium some crazy fans pushed you and you fell.

“Tell your boyfriend that he sucks” he said and some other men started laughing. Unfortunately for you Neymar was already in the changing room and he couldn’t have seen you.

“He’s useless by the way” someone else said and you got so mad you couldn’t stay there.

“He just made you win” you said back but the fans didn’t like this answer so one of them took you by the arm and threw you on the floor again. This time you hit your head and you felt a little bit dizzy but no one was there to help you, not even security.

“I’m sorry you’re dating someone like him, I’m sure he cheats on you every night with someone prettier” he said and you felt your tears threatening to come out of your eyes “and skinnier” he said again laughing. You couldn’t handle it. You were a very self conscious person and when you started dating Neymar you were terrified he would leave you for someone prettier. He made all of your fears vanish. He told you how much he was in love with you and that he would give up his own career if you asked him too just for you. He was deeply in love with you.

You quickly stood up and left the stadium, ignoring the people calling for you. Your head hurt, your legs were shaking and you were clearly about to have a panic attack.

You arrived home earlier than Neymar and all you wanted to do was crying in his arms but at the same time you didn’t want to worry him so you took a shower and pretended nothing happened. Bad thing was that your head was bleeding, not much, but just to show that it was bruised. You put some paper towel on the back of your head trying to stop the bleeding. You noticed a purple hand print around your arm too and that was kinda hurt to hide.

“Hi babe” you heard Neymar coming behind you. You were so focused on your own thoughts that you didn’t even hear him coming home.

“Heyyy” you said turning to face him and throwing the paper tower away.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” he asked immediately as he saw the paper towel covered in blood.

“It’s nothing don’t worry I just fell…” you lied but the knew you better and he knew you were lying.

“Honey don’t lie…what happened?” he said grabbing your hands and his look became more serious when he saw the handprint on your wrist “babe who did this? Were you harassed?” he asked again.

“No…it’s nothing really” you tried to shove it away but he wouldn’t let go.

“What happened? Please y/n tell me…” he almost begged.

You told him everything that happened at the stadium, mentioning him the fans and the bad things they said about him and how you stood up for him.

“I’m gonna kill them!” he shouted making you flinch a bit “Where was the security? Why they didn’t do their job!” he shouted again, taking you on the couch and letting you sit on his lap “I can’t believe people would do something like that! I’m so sorry baby…fuck, I wished I saw it! So I could have stopped them” he said grabbing your wrist hand placing a soft kiss in the bruise. Luckily your head stopped bleeding but still, Neymar wanted to take you to the ER just for precaution. You agreed to go with him and once you were checked the doctor told you that you had a mild concussion and that you had to rest for two weeks, not leaving the house, no work environment and no getting up from your bed.

Neymar said he would take care of you and you couldn’t be more grateful.

Once home he helped you getting in bed and cooked you something to eat.

“I’m sorry it happened to you baby” he said once you were both laying in bed, you head on his chest.

“I know…I just wished they appreciate you more…you do everything for this team” you said back making him smile. You yawned a bit, sign that you were tired.

You fell asleep on his chest and he looked at you with adoring eyes “never change babe” he said before turning the lights off.

[onboardsorasora]

'I dunno what this is' - my usual trope lmao but I'm just happy to have written something. this week was great emotionally but also exhausting and a drag so this may not be the greatest but I'm happy about it. As always, idk where this is going or if its even going anywhere. also as always, I haven't read it over lol we are working with vibes over here. I had this idea last night so theres that at least

Lewis stares at the guy who is supposed to be replacing Seb for the summer break, while he goes off on a well needed family vacation. Originally Lewis hadn’t needed a supplemental security guy, but then he’d started getting an increased amount of hate mail again ever since he eclipsed Max and Charles to be P1 in the championship standings again.

It was a great feeling, being P1. Even if the trade off sometimes meant that people took out their pitchforks.

Either way, he didn’t think this new guy would make the cut. He was cute, but he needed more than a pretty face to keep him safe. Didn’t matter if he came by Seb's personal request.

He was cute in a douchey Italian way, with his grown in facial hair and kinda wild curls. Lewis watched him as Seb gave him the run down, he was listening attentively at least and nodding along. Finally they joined Lewis out on the terrace, Seb looking as stern as ever and the new guy looking chill as if they were here for lunch.

“Lewis, this is Daniel Ricciardo, the guy I told you about.” Seb introduced, Daniel leaned forward to shake Lewis’ hand with a smile. Lewis looked him up and down, trying to place the military training that Seb claimed they had together. He didn’t see it, but he trusted his guy.

“Enchante.” Daniel grinned.

“You look like you were out partying last night, man.” Lewis said with a grin. Daniel laughed and his face got maybe ten times prettier.

“Yeah nah that's just my face. I can't help my dashing his looks.” Daniel shrugged carelessly. “I've been told it's quite punchable but what can you do, eh?”

That startled a laugh out of Lewis which in turn made Daniel grin even more. Lewis wanted to amend his previous impression of him, he was dangerous.

“So Seb says you’ve had an uptick in threatening DMs?” Daniel’s face became more focused, brows drawn in. it was Lewis’ turn to be blaise.

“No more than usual.” Lewis shrugged, he saw Seb shift from his periphery and Daniel raised a brow. 

Daniel made a clicking sound with his tongue before turning to Seb. “Yeah, I’ll just stay, those kinda threats can go left pretty fast.” He was motioning with his hands and Lewis couldn’t stop looking at his fingers. His hands looked strong, steady. He had a tattoo on his wrist but his long sleeves prevented Lewis from seeing much else. 

“Ah, bet.” Seb was saying. “And Lew is vegan, like I told you. That won’t be a problem I assume?”

Lewis wanted to roll his eyes, as if he would force anyone to become vegan to work for him. Daniel grinned again and Lewis was drawn to his face.

“Oh yeah I'm cool with being vegan for the next month or so.” Then he laughed, a wild but fun sound, “I had a fried chicken burger this morning as a send off anyway.”

“For breakfast?” Lewis asked dubiously.

“For brekkie. With an oat milk latte.” Daniel crossed his heart as if he was attempting to be a boy scout. Lewis was horrified with himself to find out that it was endearing him to the unserious man.

“Alright perfect. Thanks man, you really are doing me a solid.” Seb looked relieved that Daniel seemed to have passed some test. Lewis hadn’t realized any of them were being tested, but he trusted that Seb knew what he was looking for.

“No sweat mate, call us even for Ibiza.” Daniel grinned a squinty eyed grin when Seb threw his head back and cackled. Lewis looked on confused but content to let it go, he would have more than enough time in the next few weeks to try to get information out of Daniel. Especially information about how Seb was when they were younger.

Daniel eventually left with a spare key, saying he would go pack a bag and be back in an hour. It was just Lewis and Seb.

“You sure about this guy?” Lewis asked, leaning against the kitchen counter and staring into his friend’s blue blue eyes.

“100% I trust him with my life. Just.. keep your regular schedule, he’ll blend in an you’ll forget he’s even here.” Seb shrugged, Lewis looked at him dubiously.

“Yeah fine. If you say so.” 

They walked to the door together, Seb would be heading back to Switzerland tonight. Seb looked at him assessing for a moment.

“Be truthful with me, if you’re uncomfortable with the situation we can figure something out.”

“No, Seb it’s fine. Go, have fun with Kimi and the kids. We’ll be fine here.” Lewis rolled his eyes.

“Fine fine. Sure sure. Just promise me something?”

“What’s that?”

Seb’s eyes became teasing. “Don’t fuck him, yeah?” Then he cackled all the way out the door, leaving Lewis stunned.

[soulfungai]

If I Were You

Corpse

Summary:

Neige always thought Vil had everything. Vil stayed true to himself and remained pretty, he had a supportive family and his own mother wished Vil was her daughter. How could Neige ever live up to his mothers expectations? Vil on the other hand, thought Neige had everything. He was pretty, he was the most popular, he was everything Vil needed. Neige got everything without any effort and didn’t work his ass off, he didn’t have to do anything to get where he was today, unlike Vil. So what would happen if these two switched bodies, and realized it was nothing they thought it’d be?

Notes:

Depressing, yes. This had all of my Neige headcanons. So no, one of these are canon (at least I don’t think so). This is one of my more longer pieces that aren’t a series (series have a different formatting). So enjoy.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Taglist:

@liviavanrouge , @394091238483

WARNING / CAUTIONS:

Body dysmorphia.

To be honest, Neige always admired Vil in a way. Well, not admired but wanted to be Vil. Not because he loved Vil, he saw Vil as a friend, it’s just Neige wanted to make his mother happy for once. Instead of always looking so disgusted with him, he really tried. He starved himself and became the prettiest. But of course, it wasn’t what everyone thought it was. Neige knew that, the paparazzi, the stalkers, the creeps and so much more. Life of a star wasn’t all sunshines and rainbows. It was tough and hard to continue getting through the years especially with his mothers abusive behavior, he even developed body dysmorphia. But somehow, he survived, and he was going to keep going.

As for Vil, well, you already know. Vil was jealous that Neige never had to work for everything. That Neige had the dream life that he had always wanted, how Neige won the VDC competition with a stupid song like that. It was annoying. How could Vil even consider Neige a friend? Neige was just a stuck up kid with no problems. It wasn’t like he was trying to be the best, everyone always looked at Neige starry eyed and would think,

“I wanna be like him!” Vil would hear students talk about it all the time. Why? Why him? Why not me? Vil always thought. It was so obvious how much more prettier Vil was, yet they chose him. Yet they chose Neige. Because of course, he was just “better”, wasn’t he?

Not until that day. That day where the two swapped bodies. Where the two could “finally have their dreams”. Except, it wasn’t as dreamy as they thought, and maybe, just maybe, something more sinister was going on in the two’s lives. But hey? Maybe the two could get closer.

“Is this really happening?” Vil asked in shock yet pure ecstasy. Was he dreaming? Well if he was he never wanted to wake up. Well, he did since he wanted to be in his own body but still…this was one step closer to being the prettiest in the whole world.

As for Neige? He was surprised at first. But then he was happy. He wasn’t going to have to deal with creeps and stalkers for a bit. He wouldn’t need to starve himself.

Well, imagine the shock on both of their faces when they find out each others life is not what it’s all cracked up to be? Neige found it outrageous that he was ‘too pretty’ and that he was always the villain because he ‘wasn’t relatable’.

“Too pretty? What does that even mean? You can never be too pretty…Vil is beautiful. I don’t even know why I’m the prettiest…” Neige said to himself as he glanced at his reflection, seeing the body of Vil.

This must be so hard for Vil…he works like crazy… and he gets this? Neige thought. It was just terrible. Vil deserved to have recognition for being pretty and a good protagonist as much as Neige did. Neige wrote a message to leave for Vil.

‘I believe you are the prettiest Vil.’

Vil? Vil was surprised. The amount of times his friends constantly force fed him saying that they were not going to let him starve himself for beauty standards was shocking. Then Neige’s mother called,

“Neige? Hello. It’s me, Ms Mina. Or you could call me your mother, which I prefer you not. You’ve been the prettiest, but not pretty enough. I really wish you were just Vil. Until I find a way to get Vil as my own child, just try looking less ugly for once?” As Vil listened to what Neige’s mother had to say, he was disgusted. What came next was even more disgusting, “You haven’t been putting on weight have you? Have you eaten all three meals a day? Cut it down to one.”

Excuse me? Who does his mother think she is? When Ms Mina hung up, Vil looked at himself in the mirror. His (as in Neiges) friends made sure to give him something that can ‘soothe’ his body dysmorphia. Was Neige really suffering like this? Vil always assumed Neige didn’t do any work. Or at least didn’t do that much work other than just put on makeup. But he was wrong.

“Cut it down to one? Neige isn’t even that fat…he isn’t even fat. Why would she tell him that…?” Vil thought back to how supportive his father was of him. Compared to Neiges mother…Vil wrote a note he would leave for Neige.

‘Don’t listen to your mother.’

The next morning, the two woke up, back in their own bodies. As they both read the note the other left, it soothed an aching pain that was in their heart.

“Can I visit Vil?”

“Can I visit Neige?”

Notes:

I wanted to show my take on Neige. I think Vil and Neige don’t understand each other on a deep level and I feel there is something more to Neiges life other than the picture perfect display that is presented. I hope that theres more to Neige in the future and we can learn about his life. If you wanted to know, the last sentence meant to be read at the same time.

© CORPSE.

[dream-meister-translations]

ONSEN VILLAGE CUIT - VOICE COLLECTION

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"How are you feeling? Even if you love your job, you shouldn't push yourself too hard."

"I heard there is a drinkable hot spring called "Ganbakuyu," I wonder what it tastes like."

"Are you getting your regular health checkups? There's a chance you'll catch something like me. So, be careful on a regular basis."

"Ugh…I'm stuck in another health checkup…"

"I know this is a vacation, but when I'm with you, I just feel like cooking for you! Your happy face is way too cute.

"To have you all to myself like this…I'm so happy I'm almost scared."

"The setting sun is so beautiful, but you are even prettier than the sunset..I dunno~ Maybe I'm just being coy."

"Can I hold your hand? I've always wanted to be closer to you."

"I'm sorry, I'm really nervous right now. To have you this close to me? I feel like I'm going crazy."

"Hm..It's onsen manju…Seems there are many different kinds, so if you don't mind, I'd like a moment to compare them."

"The "Kayuyu" hot spring was amazing. It's a hot spring that heals you with it's scent. Have you been in it yet?"

"I like hot springs that are fun to look at with flowers and fruits floating in the water~"

"Maybe one day I'll get to go in a hot spring with Kuchen and Riche…I'd love to see them laughing."

"Gran has a lot of old wounds, right? I wonder if the World Exploration Guild has a lot of dangers…I'm getting anxious now."

"I asked Gran to draw a picture of bread the other night. His living pictures are so amazing. It really looked edible!"

"I couldn't help but notice Cyrus' body when we went to the hot spring together. He's a knight, so he's got a lot of muscles… I kinda admire that type of body."

"Cyrus asked me about tsubo-yaki in detail, but it turns out it wasn't about cooking, it was about jars."

"Cyrus probably likes walnuts."

"Come to think of it, you said that Cyrus also has a brother and that he's a twin? I'd like to meet him someday."

"People with siblings close in age have a lot of lively conversations. I bet Cyrus and his brother have tons of good memories."

"Your complexion looks better than usual, maybe all this rest and relaxation is to thank!"

"Huh, you look hungry. Maybe we can borrow the kitchen later and I can make you something."

"I heard there is a popular Japanese restaurant around here, would you like to try it? There will be a long line, but we can keep each other company."

"Aren't you tired of walking? Shall we stop by the footbath and head back to the inn?"

"Hm…I still haven't been able to choose souvenirs for my brothers yet…This might take a little while, do you mind helping me?"

"That tickles~ You know, you better watch out, if you keep spoiling me like this I'm gonna get addicted."

"Mm…It's so cozy, I could just fall asleep."

"Thank you. That felt really good. Now it's my turn to comb your hair. Stay still."

"Wow, your hair smells sooo good! It's just the shampoo from the inn? I'll have to try some when we get back."

"I think I did a pretty good job combing your hair. You look cute as always."

"Whoa! Haha, ahaha! Hey stop it! That tickles!"

"Stop! Stop! STOP! Haha, ahaha! I haven't been tickled like this since I was little!

"Haha, ahaha…It's been a long time since I've laughed like this…"

"It's okay if we sweat, we can always go back and take a bath after."

"Do you think there is a hot spring that can make you more ticklish? …I regret asking."

"I wasn't sure what I was gonna do on this vacation, but thanks to you, I'm having a great time."

"Even if we don't go to the hot springs, just having you by my side makes me feel better. Heheh, guess I'm a simple guy."

"Is it the hot spring or you that smells so sweet and delicious~?"

"I get so nervous and my heart can't stop beating when I'm with you…Oh God, did I just say that out loud? Maybe it's an effect of the hot spring."

"I feel like I'm healed just by being with you…Can I maybe hold your hand?"

"Truth is, I'm not ready for this vacation to end. I don't wanna be away from you…Before we return to the guild, do you think I could hold you one more time?"

"This eye mask feels great! I'm sure your eyes get tired from all that paperwork, I'll get a couple of these to take home with us."

"This is called a massage ball…Cooking all the time can make me really stiff, maybe I should get one of these."

"I really like this shoulder massage stick. It's supposed to be used like this. What do you think? Does it feel good?"

"Ooh! This cat pillow is super cute. I heard it gets warm when you snuggle with it. You can come by my room and touch it whenever you want."

"You want to lean on me? The way your begging is too cute."

"Your tired of walking? Lean on me if you like."

"Your body heat is more healing than the hot spring."

"I'm really glad you came with me on this vacation. With you by my side, my mind and body have never felt more relaxed."

"Your hands are nice and cold. I just got out of the hot spring so I'm burning up. They feel good on my body."

"How many times are you gonna touch me in a place like…that? It's a little weird right? I might be small but I'm still a man…"

"No, it's not that I don't like to be touched. It just makes me nervous…"

"Are you getting cold? I can lend you my Haori if you need it…..Or we could just cuddle…?"

"Huh, my cheeks are a little red? It's probably cause of the hot spring."

"The more time I spend with you, the less I want to ever leave."

"Wow! A cake! Thank you! It's freshly baked too! You know, I've always been more into baking than cooking."

"Haha, ahaha! I can't take any more! I'm covered in presents!"

(gift like) "Wow thank you! That's what I'm talking about, Emma! This gift is perfect!"

(gift like) "You are so amazing! You never fail to get me the best things!"

(gift normal) "Oh no, no, I can't take this."

(gift normal) "You took the time to pick this out for me? How can I not be happy?"

(gift dislike) "Oh, um…I'm sorry, I'm flattered… It's just…Haha, I dunno what to say…"

(gift dislike) "This is for me? I mean, of course I'll take it. Any gift from you is special, no matter what it is."

"When you look at me…What do you think of me? Do you see me as a man?"

"You don't have to return the favor, I just really wanted to get this for you."

"I'm a man. How can I not be conscious of it? Please don't do this with any of the other guys…"

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GRANDFLAIR : Rouge will only increase the debt while I'm gone, and Crow will destroy ruins again…Damn…My head hurts… CUIT : You're having a hard time too, Gran…I can't help but feel a kinship with you. Let's take a hot spring bath and get some rest.

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GRANDFLAIR : I'm thinking of buying a new knife for our kitchen. Any recommendations? CUIT : There's a great store in Dilettanto, if you'd like I can show you around sometime.

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CYRUS : You were very eagerly looking for a jar when we were in that souvenir shop. Perhaps…You also like jars..? CUIT : No, no, it's not that I like them. I was just looking for a jar for pickles…I'm sorry…

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CYRUS : Cuit, I was told you have brothers. Do you have a secret to communicating better with them? CUIT : Well…Maybe you can eat something tasty together? If you just relax, I'm sure conversation will flow easy.

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CUIT : I thought I'd been watching my diet…But, I've gained weight… FIDEL : You can't maintain your weight by just eating well, you know?

[zoealex263rd]

I'm not sure if anyone is interested but I thought it would be a bit of fun to share some stories about myself and some of my sexual experiences. I thought a good place to start is with My first threesome.

It's no secret I’m bisexual, at the time of my first threesome I had already had relationships with both guys and girls. I have had a few threesomes now, always seem to be FFM. I have always wanted to be in a MMF threesome however I have just never had the opportunity. Something about being the center of attention and being fawned over as the only female really appeals to me. Those fantasies are for another time and place. 

This is the true story of how I found myself in my very first threesome. It wasn’t planned at all, just a happy experience for three people being in the right mood at the right time. Also I am no writer by any means, this is just me sharing my sexual experiences so please forgive the bad punctuation and spelling. I’ll try my hardest to add as much detail as I can remember for your reading enjoyment. It did happen a fair few years ago so forgive me if this is crap.   

I was in my early 20's, all three of us were. As I said it was unplanned, just a happy accident so to speak. It was with my best friend Sarah and her boyfriend at the time Jack, they had been dating for about two years at the time. It was about 2am, the three of us had headed back to Sarah's apartment after a night out bar hopping. we took turns showering then changed into our pajamas, we were sitting on Sarah's bed, still slightly intoxicated, chatting and laughing about the great night we have just had. I remember we were in hysterics when we got to Sarah's Place because the last bar of the night was only about 10 minutes away so we thought it was a good idea to walk. Halfway home it started pouring down with torrential rain and we had to run the last half, drunk and in heels it was not a pretty sight. Anyway I was sitting on the end of the bed, Sarah was laying on her stomach facing me with her legs on Jack's lap as he was sitting up against the bed head. As we chatted Jack started massaging Sarah's feet. appeasing Sarah's request, Jack re-positioned himself to straddle Sarah's legs and massaged her back. The three of us continued to chat as Jack massaged Sarah. Sarah became less involved in the conversation as she was enjoying the massage but Jack and I continued to reminisce about the night. 

Jack slipped off Sarah's pajama top and became less chatty as he began to focus on his massage with Sarah. I stayed sitting on the bed as I wasn’t tired and they didn’t seem to care that I was there. I remember being on my phone, maybe Instagram or Facebook or replying to texts I can't remember but I do remember listening and enjoying the faint sound of Sarah's moans of enjoyment filling the silence. 

I’ve always had a slight sexual attraction to Sarah even though she's been my best friend for 1000 years. She is the complete opposite to me looks wise, however our personalities are pretty much identical. She's much prettier than I am so she gets away with all the wild stuff better than I do. Sarah is about 5’4”, petite, incredibly fit, blond hair and tons of tattoos. She's absolutely stunning both now and back in the day. Jack was extremely handsome too, he was a personal trainer at a gym, 6’ 2” local footy player and also covered in tattoos. Basically they were a hot power couple and I was their skanky friend lol. Back to the story.  

The massage soon became what you would call more intimate between Sarah and Jack with him removing Sarah's shorts and massaging her bare ass. The sight of Jack's strong hands massaging Sarah's smooth silky skin began to turn me on. I stayed on the end of the bed quietly watching the couple. I could tell they didn't mind me enjoying the show from the cheeky looks and grins they were showing each other and me. I remember trying to keep it cool by watching them then looking at my phone and back to them. Soon I forgot all about the phone. 

Jack removed his own shorts and began to rub his hard cock against Sarah's ass cheeks as he pressed his chest against Sarah's back and kissed her neck and shoulders. I watched as Sarah arched her hips and with one hand Jack aimed the head of his cock and entered her. The sight was so arousing I can still picture the image in my head when I close my eyes to this day. It still gives me tingles. 

I began to touch myself over my shorts. In my head I remember trying to be subtle about it but looking back it was probably very obvious. The couple continued to have sex as I watched, she stayed laying on her stomach, Jack slowly moved his hips up and down so his cock slid in and out of her. He still had his body pressed against hers, he supported most of his body weight with his arms because he was much much bigger than her so he obviously didn't want to crush her. He was seductively kissing her neck or pulling her face around to his so they could kiss. It was extremely erotic to watch in person, still one of the top 5 hottest things I have seen in person to this day. My arousal was definitely noticeable at this point so I didn’t bother hiding anything. I had slipped my hand into my pajama shorts masturbating myself. 

Sarah and Jack switched positions to Proper doggy-style. Watching him grip her hips and simultaneously lifting her ass up whilst sitting up to his own knees without his cock ever leaving her pussy was just spine tingling. I'm fairly certain I let out an audible gasp. God I wish I was that petite. 

As Sarah was moaning from Jacks cock fucking her a little harder by now she reached out her hand beckoning me to come closer. Not wanting to miss out on anything I stood up and took a step closer to Sarah. with one arm supporting her weight she reached out with the other and tugged at my shorts pulling them down. I dropped my shorts to the floor and Sarah then tugged at my top. I removed my top and looked at Jack to see a very enthusiastic look on his face. I still remember blushing at him gazing at my bare naked body. His clear enjoyment of seeing my body made me feel special. Being nude around my best friend Sarah was nothing new, we had always changed In Front of each other all the time, we still do to this day. However this was the first time being naked in front of Jack. 

I was standing in front of Sarah, the top of her head close enough to feel her hair brush against my belly. She was still leaning on one arm and knees, her free hand ran up and down the back of my leg and ass as Jack was behind her slowly penetrating her pussy and massaging her ass. I ran my hands over Sarah's back, my hands nearly meeting Jacks as they gripped her hips. We did this for several minutes before Sarah's hand moved from my leg and ass to the inside my leg then to my vagina. Sarah began to gently rub between the lips of my pussy, my clit and then slipped a finger inside me. Soon there were two and the moans from all three of us were growing louder.

Again this is from a few years ago now so I'll do my best to be specific without embellishing the story. 

Jack effortlessly moved Sarah onto her back and re-entered her now in what I'd call sitting up missionary position? She was flat on her back, he was sitting, his ass flat on the bed between his feet, his knees by her hips, her legs over his thighs. (I hope I described that good enough for you to picture it). I crawled up onto the bed laying on my side with my hand supporting my head and my arm supporting my hand. My head was close to Sarah's stomach. 

With my free hard I started running my fingers over Sarah's toned, silky smooth stomach and pubic area. Jack's movements were slow, now that I think about it I feel like he was savoring the moment. I started playing with both Sarah and Jack. Nothing to vigorous at this point, just light touches to Sarah's clit and pussy, I ran my fingers over Jacks shaft as he moved in and out of Sarah. I enjoyed feeling their bodies.

Jack pulled his cock out of Sarah and rested it on her pubic area. I remember the nerves I had were at their highest here. I didn’t know how far I was aloud to go or more so how much they wanted me involved in their lovemaking because no one had said a word since Sarah’s shorts were first removed. I remember my hands being a little trembly as I reached and griped Jacks cock. After the first few slow strokes I began to relax, it was pretty clear that this was turning into a proper threesome. Jack had a really nice cock, nice average length and girth, just a nice aesthetically pleasing cock. Also another kind of pleasing but well get to that. 

Sarah sat up onto her elbows so she could see me playing with Jack. I kept looking at her to gauge her reaction and it was defiantly an encouraging one. She was defiantly enjoying the moment as I think we all were. I stroked Jack, the knuckles of my fingers brushing against Sarah’s pussy. I shuffled a little closer and licked the head of Jacks cock. Fun fact about me is I like to tease. I only Licked it once before leaning back and continuing to stoke him. It was only moments before I felt his hand on the back of my head gently pushing back towards his cock.

I started sucking his cock. Sarah hand brushed against my back and ass. Jack held my hair as I bobbed up and down. No movement was quick, all just slow and enjoyable. Sarah moved out from Jacks legs and she sat up beside me. We all kind of shuffled around. Jack moved back so he was leaning against the headboard of the bed in the middle and Sarah and I were either side of him on our knees. I went back to sucking his cock and Sarah stayed sitting up. I could hear the sounds of them making out and at this point I could feel it was Sarah's hand gripping my hair, the size difference in their hands was pretty noticeable.

Sarah leaned her head down to mine and put her hand over mine gripping the base of Jacks cock. I stopped sucking Jack and Sarah took over. I can still picture Jacks face, his head was back against the wall eyes up to the ceiling rolling back into his head. I secretly hoped my mouth was as pleasurable as Sarah’s clearly was. I didn’t kiss Jack at this point, it didn’t feel right. Instead I focused more on Sarah, I roamed my hands over her back and ass, I kissed her neck and shoulders, I gripped her breast and my fingers played with her nipples. She has pierced nipples so I particularly enjoyed playing with them.  Was knelling up, basically sitting up on my legs, I reached down Sarah’s back until I met her pussy. Her knees were slightly spread, she was incredibly wet by now, we both were so my fingers slipped into her with ease. I fingered Sarah as she continued to suck Jack. I liked playing with Sarah's pussy, its just so pretty and tight. Shes always been clean shaven, I don’t think I have ever seen so much as stubble on her pussy. She is a very impressive specimen.

We shuffled round again, Jack not so much but Sarah stopped sucking Jack and moved up to kiss him again, I sat up and moved closer too. Sarah stopped kissing Jack and put her hand on my cheek and leaned in to kiss me. Kissing Sarah shot tingles through my body, by this point I had fantasized about kissing her for a while and it was every dreamed of. I know I keep harping on about how Amazing Sarah is but its just true. She is amazing.

The kiss between Sarah and I soon turned to include Jack and for a few minutes the three of us were in a three-way make-out session. I know it’s a bit lame but this three-way kissing is one of my favorite things to do. We kept kissing as Sarah lifted one leg over Jacks and she slipped down onto Jacks cock. She rode Jack as all three of us continued to kiss. I mostly focused on Sarah’s body, my hands roamed all over her body and I enjoyed licking and sucking her nipples. Her nipple jewellery was fun to twist and flick with my tongue. My hand found its way back to her pussy, her clit specifically. Sarah was bouncing up and down on Jacks cock as I rubbed her clit. Sarah was the first to orgasm. Feeling her body shake and convulse as she came was intense, I loved it. So did Jack because once Sarah’s orgasm subsided he moved her off his cock to prevent himself cumming. I distinctly remember him literally saying “hop off, I don’t want to cum yet”.

I kissed Sarah and Jack some more, mostly feeling up Sarah’s body. Sarah Pushed me back onto the bed and pushed my legs apart. She kissed my belly and slipped her fingers inside my pussy. I was so worked up I nearly came as soon as her fingers entered me. She fingered me for a bit as the couple kissed. It was incredible, again she was incredible. It was pretty clear now that she was the one officially in charge of the three-some. I stayed laying on my back, knees up and legs spread as Sarah grabbed Jack by the hips and guided him between my legs. Jack didn't seem like he needed much convincing so that made me feel pretty good about myself. Jacks cock felt so good inside me. Sarah stayed at Jacks side and with her hands still on his hips it was like she was controlling the pace. One minute Jack was fucking me slow with deep strokes  the next minute my legs were up around his shoulders and he was pounding the fuck out of me. He leaned forward putting pressure on my legs as he reached forward and played with my breasts. Sarah moved around and her hands joined his playing with my nipples She leaned over me and sucked my nipples as I gripped and sucked hers. Jacks hips pounded hard against the back of my thighs as his cock slammed in and out of me. I was getting close and with my fingers rubbing my clit was now the one cumming on Jacks cock. Jack didn’t stop and minutes later  had my second orgasm.

Sarah pushed Jack back enough for his cock to leave me and she quickly got down over top of me on all fours, her ass towards Jack. Jack wasted no time and re-entered Sarah's pussy. Jack was still between my legs, Sarah on top of me being fucked hard by Jacks cock as Sarah and I Passionately made out. Sarah reached between her own legs rubbing her clit as I did the same to mine. There wasn’t a lot of room between us but there was enough to make it all work. 

Sarah started to cum which made Jack cum and of course me. Looking back I feel pretty bad for Sarah’s Neighbours because there was a lot, and I mean a lot of moaning and screaming. After a few minutes of heavy breathing and basking in the afterglow Jack pulled out of Sarah and I felt some of his cum drip from her pussy onto my pubic area. It was fucking hot! 

Sarah rolled off me onto her back and Jack laid down beside her on what little room of the bed was left. We didn’t really say a lot, it was mostly just panting and slight giggles from the unexpected turn we took from a simple massage. We all just kinda passed out, eventually getting more comfortable in the bed under the covers but all three of us slept in the same bed still naked. 

The next day around noon Jack was the first to get up because he had a client to meet at the gym. Sarah and I stayed in bed and cuddled. Eventually we got up and went home. 

So that’s basically how my first ever threesome went. I never had a threesome with Jack and Sarah again, the opportunity just never really came up and they ended up breaking up about a year later. I hope you enjoyed reading this and sorry if its long. Thanks for letting me share my experiences xx.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hi ! I read your Charlie Walker NSFW alphabet and was wondering if there was any chance you would write one for Robbie Mercer? I totally understand if not bc practically nobody has written for him but I figured I would ask. Thank you sm!

NSFW - Alphabet - Robbie Mercer

Info : Thank you dear anon for the request it was definitely fun to write. Maybe i'll do more for him we'll see. Have fun reading :)

warning : +18, Minors don't interact, it's getting steamy under the cut

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A = Aftercare ( how they are after sex)

°For Robbie there was no such thing as aftercare at first or besides a word of praise he just seemed to go back to his computer and edit his videos.

°But don't worry, with a little time and patience he actually stays with you afterwards, pulls you into his arms and even plays with your hair a little. But before you know it, he's either filming again and talking about himself or you. Or he's chatting you up with his latest viewer numbers.

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B = Bodypart (their favourite body part about them and you)

°Robbie always thought he was pretty, with his gorgeous eyes, wispy hair, etc. His favourite body part is his mouth. Not only that he can tell his audience everything that's going on, what's new and comment on everything. He can also kiss you, something he is more than happy to do. He can feel your soft lips on his, kiss along your body and make you happy.

°Your body, on the other hand, is the sexiest thing he gives. He often called you his supermodel and he likes everything about you. But if he had to choose, it was your eyes. It's not for nothing that they are the window to the soul. For Robbie this was true when he felt your sweet gaze on him, or when you looked into the camera he always had on his head to film everything. Even to your pleading excited look when tears of excitement came into your eyes. He loved the looks you gave him.

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C= Cum (anything to do with cum)

°Robbie likes to come inside you and enjoy the feeling of you closing around him. But he prefers to come on your body.

°How his cum spreads over your body, runs down your skin and he brushes it away with his fingers to spread it further. Before he takes it all in with his camera, there's nothing prettier to see you macked by him like this.

°,,Fuck...look at you...my own pretty model".

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D = Dirty Secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of them)

°Something that went through his head the first time he used the camera to film the two of you. Was a role play. Or how would it go? A cop and a prostitute, a dominatrix and her slave. Or the secret relationship of the princess and her bodyguard. Roobie had so many ideas of what he would try.

°Being tied up or rather being tied up something he would realise he liked was actually a coincidence. Something you happened to make for a horror film. And he realised that he liked it more than he did. So why not try it in bed?

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what you're doing?)

°Like his friend Charlie, Robbie is still a virgin, maybe he's already had his first kiss. And he's had his hand on some girls' breasts or in some guys' trousers.

°But Robbie is as much a quick learner as he is a big fan of cameras and his livestreams. It only took him a few times to know what to do to get the right sounds out of you. Something he is very proud of almost bragging about.

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F = Favourite position (without saying you know what it's about)

°Lotus = A position you tried together and he couldn't seem to let go. To feel you so close, your warm skin, your body, how your breasts pressed against his. He could grasp you. See exactly what you felt. But most importantly, he could look into your eyes the whole time. Watching the lust reflected in your eyes. He loved the position, he saw everything that your love brought out in you.

°Missonar position = the classic position but again, he could look at you best. Feel you, search and find your gaze. Seeing your breasts move, the sweetest words flowing from your lips as he thrust into you. But your words of praise would perhaps even elicit a whimper or two, make him feel the excitement even more.

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G = Goofy (are their more serious at the moment? are they funny? etc.)

°I wouldn't say funny, it would be more of a challenge to take away his camera or convince him not to make comments about how you two are sleeping together. But be sure that there will be one or two bad pick-up lines or embarrassing attempts at dirty talk. At least there's bound to be a laugh, whether it's good or bad.

°,,If I flip a coin, what are my chances of getting heads?"

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H = Hair (how shaved are they? Does the stem match the apple? ect.)

°He does shave the question is when does he have time. All the streaming and recording and editing takes time. But if it would bother his partner then he would also look for the time. Or if you look down, I'd say he definitely has a happy trail that's a little darker than his hair colour.

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I = Intimacy (how are they at the moment the romantic aspect)

°Even though Robbie doesn't always have time and he takes his work very seriously. So every time he spends time with you, he tells you that he loves you and how much you mean to him.

°So a few kisses as you walk by, holding hands while editing or just being together on the livestream. But most of all he loves it when you sit on his lap, he has his webcam connected to the computer and you answer questions together while he kisses you every now and then. Especially cuddling is something that is very important for him. Relaxing and just feeling you against him, how he holds you or you hold him.

°,,You are the best thing that has ever happened to me".

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J = Jack off (mastubation headcanon)

°The free time he had before you two got together was actually spent on his own pleasure. It helped him to get rid of all the stress and get some relief.

°But Robbie wouldn't be Robbie if he didn't have at least one folder full of homemade videos of you watching them when you're not with him and he wants to enjoy himself. The collection is almost his pride and joy - at least that's what he whispers to you whenever he wants to tease you.

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Kink = (one or more of the kinks)

°Praise kink = He quickly felt his heart beat faster and he felt himself getting more and more excited when you told him how good he was for you. When he made love to you, when you made a movie or just because. It turned him on incredibly to know that he triggered something like that in another person. That someone was proud of him and praised him for who he was. Believe me, if you keep this up, you will truly have him kneeling before you begging for more.

°,,I'll be good ah-promise"

°Roleplay = As already said in his dirty secret, roleplaying would more than fascinate him. When he finally dares to tell you and you agree with him, fascinated, there is no stopping him. Besides self-written scenarios and bought or sewn costumes, Roobie is completely absorbed in his role. He doesn't care if he is the dominant or the submissive part. As soon as the red glowing light of the camera shines, he falls completely into his role. And believe me, he knows what he's doing once he's inside.

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L = Location (favourite place to do it)

°Apart from the bedroom, which in his case is the most crowded with his computer, DVDs and CDs and posters, it is sometimes a bit difficult to keep track of everything. But his bed is always turned up and extra soft so it's your favourite place anyway.

°A more public place is the old barn where the Stabathon took place. Throw a film on the screen, maybe even a porno of one of your own works and use any free space you can get. There is definitely enough space to sleep together all night.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on)

°Playful teasing = Whether it's just a few hints, a wink or a whisper. Maybe even a video you send him. He'll take you home sooner than you thought he could. Or move into one of the empty requisition rooms and do a quick number. If you pin him against the wall, the bed or the couch, it is similar to tying him up. Robbie will give himself to you unconditionally, that's for sure.

°,,A little more and I'm all yours"

°You = You are his main source of inspiration, his muse for his films and his sex symbol come true. Like I said, he doesn't call you his supermodel or goddess for nothing, even if it's cliché. Above all, he would almost take you by surprise if you made him a homemade video. His gestures of praise don't stop at kisses and words. He's made it his mission to have you all night.

°,,Oh fuck...did I ever tell you ah-what you do to me?"

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N = No (something they wouldn't do, dismissing)

°Public = Something you wouldn't expect since he's in front of the camera all the time is that he would object to actually being intimate in public. The camera has always given him a certain security because the lens was still like a wall. But he didn't like anything about it in public. Like he wouldn't have a private affair, wirckloich.

°Pain = Robbie could also never hit you, use a knife or hurt you in any way. A light slap or a light squeeze in role play would be okay, but anything beyond that, no.

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O = Oral (preference whether giving or receiving, skill, ect.)

°Robbie respected getting on his knees in front of you. Not something because he wouldn't do it don't get him wrong he would have knelt down in front of you anytime. But he was afraid he wasn't good enough for you if he was honest. He knew it was somehow irrational but this fear definitely had a grip on him. But don't worry, his partner will help him learn. And in no time he will know exactly what to do to make your legs tremble, to get your fingers in his hair and to make you say the sweetest and yet most shameful words.

°,,You are...so good for me my pretty girls"

°When you spoil Robbie it's usually while he's actually in a livestream or working on something and editing videos. Be sure to kneel on a pillow and run your fingers up his legs and slightly open his crotch. Either you would tease him for minutes, feeling his muscles tense and relax. His breathing would become more silent and his fingers would caress your head from time to time. Or you would turn him into a pleading and whining something begging you to end it. Your choice and his pleasure.

°,,Keep up the good work...ah and we'll do a...live show".

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P = speed (are they fast and hard? slow and sensitive? etc.)

°Robbie would always be a little stormy maybe shcon rather exuberant. Once you end up in bed he can't get enough of you. However, despite his speed, his thrusts are rather gentle and perhaps a little uncoordinated when he loses himself in you. But despite this, your pleasure is still in the first place, so it's only over when you come and he comes afterwards. After all, he is a gentleman and what would he be if he couldn't bring his girlfriend to orgasm. 

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Q = Quickie (your opinion on quickies, how often etc)

°Yes, Robbie would definitely risk a quickie, especially if it was from a livestream and you both had to come down. Or before a presentation who knows maybe that's why you were late for the Stabathon because you still had to fix your dress and get the taste of cum out of your mouth but who knows?

°So often, however, neither of you would have to be in the mood and for Robbie, a familiar environment and nothing where you have to rush off more than you intended. But otherwise nothing stands in the way of a quick fuck.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

°As already mentioned he would definitely risk something. As long as it wouldn't cause any collective damage if you both got caught, like in the classroom where anyone, anyone could get in.

°Otherwise, yes, I can definitely see that he has a side of him that loves to try out the thrill. Well, besides the fact that there's a murder running around, why not be the teenage fucking couple that might die. Robbie would probably use this as an excuse for the next porn shoot too, just between you and me.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long can they last?)

°Like Charlie, Robbie Mercer is far from a top athlete, but his strength and stamina are quite sufficient for several laps. Maybe he needs a little break after a few too fast orgasms and too much teasing but that doesn't stop him from using his mouth instead of his cock.

°As mentioned before you would know exactly how to use your tongue, mouth and fingers to make him come quickly and maybe slightly. As he tearfully begs and pleads for it. But he would be lying if he didn't enjoy it.

°,,Please go on-ah just like that".

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T = Toys (do they have toys? do they use them? on the partner or themself?)

°Camera = A camera like this is not strictly speaking a sex toy. But as already mentioned the camera is a part of his life. So as mentioned before, once you're both comfotable with it, there's never a night when it's not on and pointed at you while you're making love. And believe me, besides some amateur porn, there are countless more video ideas he has. Himself masturbating as you direct him, or the other way around. There are no limits to his imagination.

°Rope = As I said before, him in a tied position would be heaven for him. I think that in the beginning he only has a rope from the hardware store. But once his partner has learned shibari. There is no situation where he doesn't search the internet for new instructions that you could try together. Once around his upper body he stands up. His legs are tied together and the rope gives just enough friction to make his cock hard he is already on the floor. He wants to try everything.

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U = Unfair (how they love to tease)

°Robbie knows how to tease you. He knows you're only too happy to indulge in your teasing. So why not a message in the middle of class, a suggestive gesture at recess. Or an announcement with a secret word at the film club. He loves to razz you because then he can either take the lead when he catches you with red cheeks and wet panties, or get a little rebuke from you.

°,,I knew it would work...it's that simple."

°But the way he can tease, so can you. And even if he seems to be calm in front of the camera, as soon as it's off and you touch him lightly or even whisper something to him, his pretty eyes immediately go to you. Almost pleading if you were serious about doing a number with him.

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V = Volume (how loud are they, what noises do they make, etc.)

°If you tease him it will be more of a whiny plea with lots of please please and loving names he gives you. But damn it, Robbie knows how to use his submissive side to get you what he needs.

°If he's supposed to be the top part, he has no shame in keeping his volume down. Even behind a closed door you will hear his moans and gasps. But especially his loud cries of how good you feel. He seems to want to tell the whole world.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

°With your consent he would venture into the likes of PornHub and create an account for your videos and have more fun scrolling through the comments and enjoying the praising comments not only on his video but also on his body and yours. With each comment, his satisfied grin seemed to widen. And his ideas for new videos grew.

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X = X-ray (let's look under the clothes)

°Underneath the slightly darker happy trail I'd say he was about 14cm/5,5 in long and so wide he could almost reach around and grab it, your fingers weren't touching but it was something he used to tease you. He has clearly visible veins that go down a little from his V-line.

°Robbie knew you liked his cock, otherwise you wouldn't have sat on his lap, gone under his desk or made videos of him so often.

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Y = Yearning (how high is the sex drive?)

°A middle one you and his work with streaming are two things. But in his free time and having you with him, just a little touch on his cock would be enough to make him half hard. Which is why he sometimes waits for you to come to him just so he can press you against him again. Which of course didn't stop him from pleasuring himself with your homemade videos until you came to him and caught him more than once.

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Z = Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards)

°Robbie is a walking energy drink. Even after sex he will still have more than enough energy to talk to you for hours. Only when he's had alcohol, he's surprisingly quick to sleep, especially in a perfect deep sleep. Sometimes you think you can hear him still mumbling something to himself.

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[cxnsolatio]

❛ Tell me what you want me to do. ❜

✚✚✚ @eyesofcuriosity

tell me starters ⁽ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦⁿᵍ ⁾

❝ I don't know. ❞ His voiced came muffled out from behind his fingers, the sentence repeated like a bad mantra, evergrowing in intensity, turning doubt into hostility. ❝ I don't know and I don't care. How about that? ❞ Law looked up and pulled down on both his bottom eyelids, the conjunctiva quickly drying upon the sudden exposure. His fingers moved up, then, to knead his cheeks, a frustrated grunt coming out of him for having an outburst right in Nessa's face. She was so not deserving of his bad side, but it was not a fifty-fifty ratio, was it?

There was something he had heard the teens say: 'if you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best'. To this day, Law could not tell whether the saying was actually wisdom or rubbish, but regardless of value, perhaps the sentiment applied. Nessa's path was laden with snaps and bursts of rudeness if she wanted to stay with him, which apparently she did, only God knew how. Or indeed why. Were one to reverse the situation, however, they might conclude that, if they were incapable of handling someone's courteous and happy side, then they did not deserve them, period. Law risked losing Nessa and all of her sides, each of them prettier and sweeter than the last, with the way he was acting.

It was not entirely his fault, though. No book could have prepared him for the loving worry of a woman, else he'd be a perfect romantic.

Seated at her kitchen table, he scanned the recipe books and loose cards Nessa had written, purchased or inherited from faceless, voiceless women, hoping some cursive word would go pop. Maybe not so voiceless — from wherever they were, in this world or the next, they still had lessons to impart onto young homemakers and baking aficionados.

Wooden spoon in hand, Nessa was waiting for him to make a decision. She reminded Law of a particular old nun from his childhood (Sister Agnes her religious name), who enjoyed to use the branch of a quince for a paddle with which to punish misbehaving children, but that he did not voice, only gurgling as a preface to a laughter that did not materialise. He was sure Nessa, who was still young and lovely, would find aggravation in being compared to elderly women of the cloth, and that was just the start of it. Next, he would be recounting his childhood crimes and the number of times his buttocks had been graced by Sister Agnes's makeshift instrument of discipline, and from there, well, then they would be delving into more unsavoury questions Freud would call a delectable feast, apropos of food.

Suddenly, Law's brow furrowed as he realised he would not be eating marmalade for a long time. Old Sister Agnes… May she rest in hell for putting him off marmalade and messing with his incipient sexual awakening.

❝ It's the process of elimination. ❞ He stated, the wheels of his logical mind whirring. ❝ I do not eat meat, so we can exclude those from the menu. ❞ He said, pushing away recipes for stewed pork and beef brisket. ❝ I spend most of time locked deep down in a submarine, so I am more used to freshly caught fish and canned legumes. Maybe something like that, yes? No? ❞

Law sighed, bumping his head into the table before complaining a small-voiced 'ow' and grunting sacrilege to himself. Away he did with breads and pies, and everything greasy in between. ❝ This. I want you to do this. ❞ Making a decision after much pondering and dramatics, he pointed repeatedly at the card shortly titled "rice". Quite down to the point. ❝ White rice with pepper flakes and hot sauce. Think you can manage that? ❞

[salmas20]

inspired by Taylor Swift’s speak now

I stand in front of the big gate, my legs are shaking. The venue is so rich people like and I don’t fit here but I have to go in, I’m running out of time. I sneak inside, nobody said anything maybe because I looked like a waitress with my white shirt and black pants, I didn't notice the huge figure I slammed into “Sorry”

“ no prob… Zoey? What are you doing here?”

“ Adam, hi. I’m.. look, I need to talk to Ollie”

His gaze turned sad, pitiful. “ that’s not a good idea Zoey”

“ I.. I can’t lose him, Adam, he doesn’t love her, you know that” I’m too close to crying now. “ I know” he lowered his gaze and then looked back at me “ Zoey, that’s not you, you don’t barge in impulsively. Think for a second, you’ll cause a scandal.” I’m angry yet I try not to raise my voice since we’re still in the hallway and the bride is probably in one of those rooms. “ I don’t care, he can’t marry her. Damn it it should’ve been me in that dress” he batted my shoulders to calm me down. “ I just need to talk to him, hear him say he wants this. You know If he did, I would never barge in like this. We both know this is his mom doing, and hers. Let me talk to him, Adam”

“ Fine, I’ll try to get you to him”

“ Thanks” He leaves me in the hallway and when my legs move to leave as well, I heard a loud shout, a woman’s shout “You idiot, that’s not the dress I told you to wear”

“ it is” I peeked a look to the room, the woman who was being shouted at is wearing the same dress as the other two next to her, the only difference is that she was way more beautiful than them, and the bride. Is she angry her bridesmaid would steal her thunder or something. “ no it isn’t, all the dresses are the same. Yours doesn’t look like theirs.” again, it’s because she’s prettier than them. The dress is ugly but she made it look magical somehow. I steal a look at the bride, she’s wearing a gown that was shaped like a pastry and before I see anything further, the door slams shut. I waited for Adam behind the curtains, I took a look at the guests, they were exchanging fond gestures and smiles. There was an old woman dressed in pastel and I noticed that was the color of the evening. Music starts to fill the room, the song sounds more like a death march than a wedding one, nothing here is what Ollie would’ve wanted. Adam is late but I have to stay behind these really ugly curtains since I wasn’t invited by the lovely bride-to-be. My mind went to all my happy memories with Ollie, our first date, the time he told me he loved me for the first time, the time when I was trying on a wedding gown for fun then he told me he can’t wait to see me in one. I pushed the memories away, I can’t cry now. After another half hour, it came to my realization that Adam stood me up, as I was moving to go look for Ollie myself the music changed taking everyone’s attention to the woman floating

down the aisle like a pageant queen. I need to find Ollie now. I pull out my phone and called him, but it went to voice mail and I took the only chance I have to tell him not to do that, “ Ollie, please don’t do that, don’t say any vows, whatever you prepared is not from your heart anyway. Baby, I know you wish it was me 'cause I sure wish it was me in that gown, actually no, that gown is hideous. Anyway, I love you Ollie, and even if you don’t love me anymore, don’t marry her, you don’t love her. please don’t say yes” I cried in the end and while I was searching for a way to get to him, I heard applause, damn it, if she’s walking on the aisle that means he’s waiting for her at the end of it. I went back to the curtains, I looked through them. He looks amazing, even in that hideous tux. What’s with rich people and ugly clothes? Time paused for me, I kept looking at that gorgeous man I love, I saw myself in that ugly dress standing in front of him, and the preacher starts speaking I say my vows, tearing up with happiness, you say yours yet they sound a little shallow and meaningless. Before he pronounces us, he looked to the audience and said the very old phrase “And those who object to this pairing, speak now or forever hold your peace” I fill out of my daydream to the room, I didn’t have time to pull myself back behind the curtains. The room is so silent I can hear a pin drop, everyone is looking at me, Adam has a horrified look, he’s scared of me causing a scandal, my legs and hands are shaking, I don’t know what to do so I did the only thing I do when I need comfort I looked in his eyes. He was as surprised as everyone, but he stayed silent. A woman spoke and kicked the horrible silence out “Honey, are you lost? The reception is not here” She thinks I’m a waitress. Like I said I don’t fit in a place like that. I took another look at the man I love, a last look then I tell the woman “Yes, I’m sorry. I was lost, I need to find my boss so I’d know what should I do. Again, I’m sorry I interrupted the ceremony. Go on father” I motioned to the preacher. I walked out of the room. I get into my car and exploded in tears, I lost him forever. I collected myself and started the car, I don’t know how long had it been since I got out. My phone rings before I start driving, I answered “Hey sweetheart” I checked the caller ID since I didn’t bother to look before I answered, and it said OLLIE, “Hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have..” he cut me off “ meet me at the back, I just need to get out of this tux. I’m almost out of it” he’s breathing hard, “ Zoey?”

“ yes, I’ll be there”

Ollie appeared out of the church’s back door, he got in my car and then said “Drive” I gave him a questionable look “Just get us out of here and we’ll talk”

I drove a couple of miles away till we reached a cute little diner, we sat down in silence after we ordered some coffee, he was about to talk before I cut him off “You should go back, as much as it tears me apart to say that but I can’t be the reason you lose you…”

“ I love you,” he said “ I never stopped, I don’t love Sarah. I love you Zoey Queen. And yes, I do wish it was you in that hideous dress. Although I said my vows, I didn’t say yes” he smiled at me and it took me a while to realize that he’s referencing the voice mail “ you heard my voice mail?”

“ I ran after you, when you were out of sight I pulled my phone to call then I saw you left a message. You were so fast baby” he laughed saying the last part. “ what happened with Sarah, and your mother?”

“ they were furious, but I needed to get to you” he looked for a while then continued, “ I told Sarah that I don’t love her, and I didn’t want that marriage. She started shouting, and my mom and hers came to see what was wrong. When they found me taking off my tux, they started shouting as well, I locked them in the room and I got out to call you, but I didn’t want to stay in that tux so I sneaked to my best man's room and stole a shirt and pants. I just didn’t want to get you back with that tux”

“ it was hideous” I laughed. “ so we’re wanted now?” my smile fell when the thought came to my mind, “They’ll find you, and they’ll make that marriage happen, I’m not a good fit..”

“ They can’t make me marry her if I’m married” he took my hand and smiled at me “Run away with me, marry me, Zoey”

“ what? That’s insane”

“ I can’t lose you again, my mother manipulated me into this and she can do it again. Marry me, run away with me, let’s be away from all this. Just me and you, and your family, they’re amazing” he laughed again, “ Ollie, I can’t be the reason you lose your family. You want me to stay in touch with mine while you cut yours off?”

“ I wanted to run away, I wanted to leave that church. I was a coward, then my amazing girl fell into the room and reminded me why I shouldn’t do this. I would’ve hated that life, I would've hated every second with Sarah, 'cause I’d be seeing you but you wouldn’t be there. I want a life with you Zoey.”

“ I love you too, I just don’t want you to hate me”

“ I’d never” he smiled and kissed my hands “ I’m so glad you were there when he said speak now”                    

[rodyisteria]

Hopelessness

Ursula Koblinki Glamour Witch

What am I doing here, I thought. What a strange world, full of strange people in strange clothes who lived by strange rules. If I had traveled back in time 800 years. There were only six of them who looked a bit normal, but they also turned out to have been stupid enough to step through a circle of blue fire that night. I slid down a slide of colored light, as if I might fall into a swimming pool at any moment. It wasn't a swimming pool, but a tiled market square that I fell on. Otello's Settlement, a medieval village full of farmers and other uneducated people, where we had to register, were given old-fashioned clothes and a bag of coins to buy weapons with, because it was an unsafe world.

During the six-day ride to the capital Gydorrhea, in the wooden cart of some priest, I got to know Jason and Dimitri. I first stayed with them in an inn there, to get to know the medieval customs and rules that held the city together. Jason was a brat, who was soon gone to join an army of an empire where we didn't belong. How stupid can you be? And Dimitri was a dreamer who couldn't accept being kidnapped and wanted to find a way home at all costs. I wished him luck. He knew nothing about this world, so how could he open a portal that even the scholars of this world did not know where it came from?

They call me negative, but I'm just realistic. For a moment I hoped that I would be more successful here than I had in the 'other world', as they call it here. My old life was not very fruitful. I have known many disappointments and much pain. As a child I always thought that everything was different. A lot prettier. In my teenage years I already noticed that something was wrong with my ideal image. My sister got her first boyfriends. I wanted one too. Yes, I am gay. And then also one who liked to wear women's clothing. Two things that were not accepted. Dimitri once said that it wasn't the others, but myself who didn't accept it and that my life was going in the wrong direction because of that. That was not an uplifting conversation.

I sought refuge in the occult, looking for a cure I think. For humanity… or for myself. Despite being misunderstood, I loved helping people. With the Tarot cards that I always have with me, even when I fell through that blue hole, I try to find answers to impossible life questions. Sometimes I try to see the future in it. Some people also believed in the cards, or my interpretation of them. Others, especially the older ones, saw it as devil worship, how stupid can you be? Maybe it was my black clothes. I liked to wear black. Even now, by the way. Black with silver, the colors of the night and the moon. When the threats of the city folk escalated to the point of danger, I left. Away from those retarded people and from the retarded life. I hadn't told anyone about it. They couldn't help me anyway and I didn't want to put them in danger.

I know from experience that it is easier to leave the city than to enter it. The city guards at the gate just let me go. It's nice to know that someone is making an effort to protect you from yourself. That there is someone who cares about you. Love is a fairy tale to keep people happy or so I thought at the time. The journey I've made when I left Gydorrhea has given me plenty of time to think. There was the one, on the 'other world' that I fell madly in love with. But when I made this known to him, he suddenly started ignoring me. He was not gay. I thought otherwise. I didn't want love anymore, but then… What's life worth without love? It's the same here. People come together and everything is sunshine and roses. Then they split up again and destroy everything they had built. Or they stay together all their lives and then one dies and the other goes into destruction. And then one day they're both dead and their whole existence didn't matter. What a useless purpose, existence.

I think I'm the only gay person on the Fallahan Continent. I have seen many races and visited many villages and towns. I still do the latter, by the way, but there was absolutely no one I could share my existence with. After I left Exlumia, disappointed that I couldn't find anything else in this city but a bunch of snarling idiots, I had enough and I didn't want it anymore. My old life was bad, but this new life was unexpectedly much worse. Deep in the woods of Kreb, where the solid ground gave way to the swamp of the Dydrea Bolerys; a swamp where, according to ancient folklore, virgins were sacrificed to keep the forest spirits happy, I also wanted to end my existence that night. It was quiet and peaceful among the rotting trees and mushrooms. Not even the wind was there when I stripped off my clothes and slowly sank my naked body into the swamp. Then I saw her, bent and weak, standing on the mud in front of me as if it were solid. An old woman scornfully wrapped in rags as black as night. A wide hood hid her face and a few long, silver hairs stuck out. Her skin turned unnaturally gray in the moonlight. As the mud pulled at my body I listened to her creaking voice. There was a better way to get rid of my pain and loneliness and she told me about the Night Shard; an antique object and where I could find it. All I had to do was answer the question whether or not I really wanted to die. I had little choice. The mud had already reached my neck. Just a little while and I would be swallowed up by the swamp. I looked once more at the old woman. She hadn't moved in all that time. It went black before my eyes.

I woke up on a plain in the Forests of Kreb. The woman had disappeared and my clothes lay on the floor next to me. Apparently my journey wasn't over yet and I went looking for the Night Shard. I have seen many places and visited many villages. Gydorrhea? I never went back there.

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