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you're here, that's the thing ˚⟡˖ ࣪ - franco colapinto
summary: your boyfriend tries his best to make your schedules, as a racer and student, work - even when miles apart w/c: 900
a/n: it's finals season for me and i needed to write something self-indulgent as a break from cramming forgive me 🙏
Being a full-time student was one thing, but being a full-time student in a relationship with an extremely clingy boyfriend, who also happened to be travelling the world to race in Formula One, was a whole other challenge.
You and Franco had had some time to adjust to a long-distance relationship since you started dating, having such different lives, and managed to make it work for the most part. But now, with him having to wholly commit to his racing and finals season rolling around for you, it put a strain on your relationship that neither of you was ready for.
It was a strange paradox - the less free time you had outside of classes and studying, the less you were able to spend talking to him, and the more you wanted just to drop everything and fly to where he was. Your morning texts and voice message updates stopped being enough, and before you knew it you struggled to go longer than an hour studying without sending your boyfriend a message to whine and complain.
You were fully aware of how immature and irresponsible this was, but this awareness did little to stop you. And it didn't exactly help that Franco seemed to share the same sentiment, telling you again and again how hard it was for him as well, how racing seemed almost impossible without you there to cheer him on. It hurt, but the two of you just had to do everything you could to get through it - for you to focus on your studies and for him to try his best at racing.
All this came to a head one Sunday though, the afternoon before one of your final exams and - because of the time difference - the night before Franco's next race. Sitting in your dorm alone, surrounded by piles of textbooks, notes and scattered pens you felt a sudden jolt of vulnerability and before you knew it you were reaching for your phone.
"Can you call?" you typed quickly to your boyfriend, your eyes lighting up upon seeing the three dots begin moving almost instantly.
"My gosh, I was just going to ask you the same thing," he replied, and before you knew it your phone was springing to life with a call from him. Clicking accept, you couldn't help but smile widely at the sight of his face.
"Hi," you say, almost shyly.
"Hi baby, how are you?"
"Good," you pause, "stressed."
He nods understandingly, "You're holding up okay, hm? Taking care of yourself?"
"Of course, Franco," you laugh at his almost motherly concern, "and you?"
"Nervous, of course."
"Well, that makes two of us." You pause after speaking, for some reason this call is turning out less enjoyable and more awkward than you hoped.
"I'm sorry, I'm just really tired," you hear your boyfriend say and when you look up you can definitely see it, his eyelids half closing over deep, dark circles under them.
"Do you want to sleep? I have to study anyways."
You watch as he chews his bottom lip, thinking of what to say though once he finally talks his voice is small, almost like a confession. "But I wanted to talk to you."
"We are talking Franco, and we can talk tomorrow once you rest."
This doesn't seem to quell his worries though, his brows still knitted in thought. "I just feel so useless knowing that you're struggling and stressed and I can't even keep you company like I normally do."
You nod sympathetically until an idea pops into your head. "We can keep the call on, carry me over to your bed - you'll sleep and I'll study."
Even through the fatigue pulling him down, Franco nods enthusiastically, doing as you say. You watch him sink into the plush white bedsheets of whatever hotel he's in, and whilst you feel a little jealous at his ability to rest right now, you turn back to your desk and start pulling out your notes.
"You'll be okay," you hear him mumble.
"What do you mean?"
"With your exams," he smiles sleepily, eyes flitting as he watches you pick up your highlighters and pens, "you're the smartest person I know."
"I don't know how much that's saying, you didn't even finish high school baby."
"Hey! I was trying to be nice," he says, feigning offence though there's a soft smile across his face.
"You're right, I'm sorry," you laugh, "you'll be okay as well, with your race tomorrow."
"I hope so."
"I know so."
"I wish you were here," he sighs, looking at you earnestly and all you can do is give him a nod in agreement.
"But for now," you wave your pen to hint at the fact that you need to get back to cramming and he seems to get the hint.
"Right, right, you won't even know I'm here," he assures you.
And despite that, the entire night passes without you once forgetting it. Not that he's distracting or anything, in fact he falls asleep mere minutes after telling you that - leaving you to work peacefully for the rest of the night. Instead, his presence, even as he sleeps, even through a screen and halfway across the world, is enough. You find yourself smiling as you study because maybe having a long-distance boyfriend, even one as clingy as Franco, has been a blessing in disguise all this time.
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after reading the panty fucking drabble, i am in desperate need of a just the tip drabble with virgin yuji!!! PLEASE! i beg:>
your wish is my command 🫡 tysm for the request gorgeous 🩷
𝐁𝐅𝐅! 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 | just the tip MDNI
warnings: unprotected sex, pull-out method, yuji can't hold himself back
yuji knew. you knew. the two of you had this silent understanding as to what was to come. from the day he felt your sticky center drooling over his shaft as he furiously slipped and slid against your slick folds - the both of you knew it was only a matter of time before you took things further.
it was another day of the same old-same old. your boyfriend picked you up from your dorm and walked with you to your class, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek before heading to his own classes. at the end of day you both rendezvoused back at your dorm, watching a movie in your dorm bed and settling down for the evening.
but you knew. and yuji knew.
you were wearing the same shirt you wore that day he trapped you in between his arms; pinned beneath him and swallowed up by your thick duvet. you smelled the same - sickly sweet and terribly tempting to the pink haired man fiddling with his hands beside you.
"you doing ok, yuj?" you ask him upon noticing the far away look in his eyes trained directly onto you and not the movie.
you knew.
"mhm," he nods, "'m fine," he struggles to get out.
he knew.
after unspoken seconds and knowing looks there was a flurry of clothes landing on your dorm room floor and your soft duvet yet again encompassed your frame; yuji stroking the soft skin of your sides while trapping you in a lustful kiss. his hands moved to grip onto your sheets, straining under the weight of his need that threatened to collapse in on him. he replayed that day over and over in his mind - and it had only been a week since it happened. he pulled away from the kiss, looking down at you. he wasn't sure how to ask for what he wanted - the unfamiliar words danced on his tongue while your lidded eyes watched his every move.
"yuj-" you purred, thighs clenching with want. yuji wasn't the only one who went through the contents of that night like they were the answers to your upcoming exam. studying the memory of what happened like your future depended on it. "do you... want to do that again?" you hesitantly ask and yuji is frantically nodding, knowing exactly what you are referring to. you're in your underwear - the fabric growing damp from the memory alone and yuji is right there with you; his briefs snug against his length and a small wet spot forming where his tip lays.
𝜗𝜚
he's just as needy as before; hips snapping up to kiss your clit - letting out heaps of precum with each frantic pump against your folds. you're wriggling underneath him again - panting at the feeling of his hard length rubbing against you. all though he wants to respect what you're comfortable with he whines and pleads with you to let him rut against you with no underwear. he wants nothing more than to watch his dick slide against your folds and you oblige him because you can't deny him when he gets needy like this; feeling the exact same way as him. your clit pulses and you can't fight back the whine leaving your throat while yuji watches entranced on what he is doing. his wet dick slides between your lips and meets your little nub with every snap of his hips and you're unaware that he can feel your entrance twitch - ready for him to sink in and fill you like he was made to. yuji is struggling to focus when your body is practically begging him to ditch what he was doing to stuff you full.
it isn't long before yuji is pleading with you again - unable to fight back the primal desire to sink inside you like your clenching hole was basically screaming at him to do. "just the tip, i swear," he promises you, sweat dripping down his hairline at the sheer restraint he is exerting to hold himself back for you. you bite your lip, a little unsure and he cries out. "please. i promise you. just the tip. just need to feel you. you're curious too? right?" he frantically asks, unable to maintain his composure. "want to know what it feels like right? ...to get stretched just a little?" you wouldn't classify him as a smooth talker from the way he was practically shuddering from his own words - but they did the job in riling you up enough to agree to his demands. curious too - to feel the burning stretch of his tip; and you believed him. it would just be the tip. just for the both of you to get a little taste of the real thing. (all though the both of you could no longer pin point the exact reason why you were holding back anymore).
you found yourself bracing for the slight stretch of his tip, yuji wasting no time once you nodded in approval to him. "thank you, thank you," he cries. he leans down to kiss you sweetly, pulling away and promising to stop the second you say so. "are you ready?" he asks, lining his tip up at your entrance. you nod again, preparing for what's to come. he pushes his tip lightly against your pussy, teasing your fluttering entrance with the head of his dick and groaning. he pulls back, rubbing the tip along the slit before teasingly pushing against it again.
"yuji, please," you whine, bracing and unbracing with each tease of his cock head against your needy slit. he listens to you, pulling back one final time before pushing into you. the abrupt stretch has you gasping and clenching onto his tip. it burns slightly - and feels a bit funny as you struggle to stay still. you reach for his biceps, grabbing onto them as you look up to his face. yuji is staring down at you - eyes bulging at the overwhelmingly new feeling of pushing past your hymen and into your tight, warm walls. his stomach lurches upon the jarring arousal that washes over him, his taut muscles straining as he reels in the desire to push further. to push and push until he's as deep as he can go.
"feeling ok?" he asks you, wanting to make sure you weren't in pain but compared to him you looked fine. he, however, was red in the face - biting hard onto his bottom lip as he fought the devil on his shoulder begging him to go a little further.
"'m fine," you respond, adjusting to the feeling of having his mushroomy tip inside you.
"i'm gonna move then... just a little," he promises, nudging his head further inside - but not too far. the slightest bit of friction has him shuddering all over again, whimpering above you while your hands gripped him like a vice. the burning feeling returning at him moving inside of you.
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it's terrible. yuji is a terrible man. terrible terrible. he tells himself while buried to the hilt inside of you. he broke his promise only a few minutes in. the clenching of your gummy walls - snug against his tip while you wriggled and squirmed underneath him... he was a weak man. a terribly, weak man. "'m so sorry," he cries, relentlessly drilling into you as your chest bounces with every snap of his hips. he was gentle at first, pushing in only a little bit more each time until he was damn near balls deep. you were too overwhelmed to stop him and oh boy did you need him. his balls were slick with your sweetness by the time he pushed all the way in and that was when he decided to do a favor for the both of you. officially taking both of your virginities.
"you're so deep, yuji," you sob, feeling the unfamiliar and all consuming sensation of his tip hitting your g-spot. wave after wave of intense pleasure shooting through every nerve in your body while yuji lost himself in your walls. each drag of his hips promised him blissful pleasure as he sunk as deep as he could go. his caveman mind reeled feeling his tip kiss that gushy spot that had you crying out and all he could think about was cumming with you.
"fuck.. 'm so sorry," he tells you, his body pressing against yours as he nibbles at the skin on your shoulder - continuing to drill into you sloppily. "i broke my promise..." he sniffles but he doesn't stop pounding into you like a man possessed.
"'s okay yuj," you choke out, overwhelmed by his heavy body against yours - barely held up by his arms - and the wet noises of his dick drilling into your needy pussy.
"are you close?" he murmurs into your ear, knowing damn well he didn't have much longer before he could no longer hold back.
"are you?!" you ask him frantically, nails digging into his flesh at the fear of him accidentally spilling his seed inside of you. he doesn't respond, choosing to breath heavy in your ear while continuing to drag against your sweet walls. this only makes you more nervous - and unfortunately more excited. "yuji... you can't," you choke out, "you're not wearing a condom," he nods above you, acknowledging the words you're saying.
"i know i know.. i'll pull out," he assures you. "tell me you're close too," he whimpers, his voice lost in the sounds of your slippery cunt getting treated right. his hand reaches down to your sweet little clit, rubbing it frantically. the two of you had yet to explore each other like that, and all though it wasn't the most precise movements it got the job done. you had no choice but to clamp down on him - huffing out a moan while your snug walls hugged him even tighter. he groaned loudly, going as deep as he could go before the familiar feeling of his release hit him like a truck. he pulled out in the nick of time, coating your stomach with his cum - rope after rope decorating your delicate skin while his dick twitched in his hands.
"fuck..." he sighs out, looking down at you - all blissed out and fucked right.
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A message you may need to hear.
★ Masterlist.
Manifestation is easy. 444.
Manifesting is so easy. It really is. I have seen others struggle tremendously with manifesting what they have wanted for so long. Others will follow others in hopes they can get what they want, forgetting that what works for someone else may not work for you. Some people blame things (themselves or others) for not being able to manifest. People join communities in hopes it will help. People believe you have to heal your shadow self, your trauma, and so forth to manifest. But that’s not necessary.
You do not need to heal to manifest. You do not have to do anything to manifest. It may seem impossible right now, but it is simple. Why make things a challenge for you? Why go through all of these steps and methods? Because your dreams seem impossible? Did people tell you it was impossible? Did your fears and doubts say so? Did society push you to believe it’s impossible? Truly.
Manifesting happens all the time. Everything we do, we manifest. If you work hard for something, like studying for an exam, you will manifest a good grade through your hard work. Manifesting has a bad reputation, and people have become triggered easily because of it. But you must remember that manifest is just a word. It’s just there. So are you. You are just there.
What I mean is that you can manifest anything by doing the things that work for you. What has worked for you before? For me. I will not do anything but stay consistent with my subliminals. That’s it. I don’t do affirmations throughout the day, I don’t change my thoughts, I don’t use methods or techniques. Why should I if it doesn’t work for me? So instead of engrossing yourself with what works FOR OTHERS. Focus on what works best for you.
If you don’t know what works best for you, then take a break from the concept of manifestation and breathe. Learn to adapt to the world as it is and before you found manifestation. And then welcome life as it is.
We cannot always control everything. Always controlling everything will make you go mad. Do you want to become the joker? Go mad because he lost his family, or perhaps that seems ideal? I think a lot of people who are not secure with themselves and their ideals will lose themselves in the process of this. And that is the problem.
—
When people say, “I don’t have to do anything, I can manifest anything.” Or, “I manifest easily without lifting a finger.” In a way, it’s the truth. You do not have to do anything to manifest what you want. You can even say what you want and it will happen.
For example, I can say, “I wish to be happier.” And now it will happen. Why? Because it is bound to happen. Saying our wishes shows vulnerability, and showing vulnerability to yourself makes it easier to get what we desire. It’s not about quantum physics, the universe, any religion and their higher beings, etc., it’s about you. Manifesting is just you. It really is. You can manifest anything because you are always manifesting. Again. We always manifest without doing anything.
I say this because you need to hear it. You have the power to manifest anything you want, BUT you have to do it the way that works BEST for you. When you stop stressing yourself out about this, ask yourself what works best for you or has in the past.
I know that sometimes our curiosity can ruin us and make us spiral into the world of “what manifestation really is,” but you have to remind yourself that this is not curiosity. It is you sabotaging yourself. If you know you can manifest easily, why learn how to “actually” do it? It doesn’t make sense.
Genuine question: what makes it fun to sabotage yourself? When you get stuck in a community, you assume they are there to help, but then fail to realize they are making you obsessive about something so easy. It’s so easy. It’s just easy. Easy. Easy. Easy. That is what they keep saying, so why is it so hard for you?
Because. You. Are. Not. Doing. It. Your. Way.
The best way to manifest is.. doing. It. Your. Way. That’s it.
Channeled song.
Bohemian Rhapsody (Song by Queen)
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We need angsty Kenan Yildiz storys!!
"Babe are you going to my match later?" Kenan asked
"No I'm sorry I can't make it I have work until 5 then I'm going to the library to finish that group project that's due next week" I explained
"You never come to my matches anymore" Kenan whined
"I know and I'm sorry but after this project is done I should be able to come to a few more as long as they are after my shift" I said
"I just miss having you there" he said clearly upset with me
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"Kenan can you swing by the store on your way home we need a few things and I won't have time between classes and work to go" I said
"Are you sure you don't have time I'm really busy today" he said
"I mean I don't really have time" I said
"I'll find a way to repay you if you can find a way to make it to the store" he said
"I guess I can I'll have to take all the stuff to work though" I said
"That works see you later love" he said running out the door
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"What is it babe I've got training" Kenan said through the phone when he finally picked up
"Can you drive me to campus after you finish training my car won't start and I've already missed one class but I can't miss this afternoon as I have an exam" I said still stressed about the situation
"Can't you call an Uber or get the bus?" He asked
"The buses don't run from here you know that or I wouldn't have a car and an Uber is a lot of money we live quite far from campus" I said
"I'll send you the money whatever it is but I've got to go" he said hanging up
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The tension between me and Kenan has been building up for weeks if not months. He's had a long and hard summer with losing in the euros with turkey and then pre season at Juventus and I've been as busy as ever. I wasn't able to go to much of the euros in fact I was only there for two days to watch one game as that's all I could afford in terms of the cost of going and losing out on money by not working. My parents are not well off at all so I have to pay every cent towards my education and my life in general so I have to work hard to survive. I'm lucky that I love with Kenan now but still I help him pay the bills as I refuse to live there for free as that wasn't how I was raised.
I'll admit that I'm not home much but that's because when I'm not in classes I'm either studying in the library or working as that's the only way I'm going to get anywhere in life. My work ethic has been instilled in me since I was a child and I pride myself on how hard I work even if it means I'm not home much. This is Kenan's biggest problem with me as he wants me to be home when he gets home and to come to his matches but I can't and he knows why but still sometimes he gets mad at me. Kenan's schedule isn't anywhere near as packed as mine but still I find myself doing a lot for him which is my biggest grievance with him. It just feels like he's never willing to help me out even in the slightest it just seems to always inconvenience him in some way. That bugs me as I don't ask for much but sometimes I just need some support and he never seems to offer it.
Today has been a particularly stressful day I left before the sun had fully risen and came back after it had gone down. I've had exams most of the day and then a closing shift at the store I work at so it's been a long day. My long day meant I missed Kenan's champions league game which he really wanted me to go to but I did tell him I wouldn't be able to make it. He was supposed to pick up a package before his game and take my car to get fixed but when I get back my car was still in the driveway and there was no package either instead Kenan was just laying on the sofa on his phone.
"Where have you been?" Kenan asked
"At school and at work like I said I would be why is my car still in the drive and where is that package?" I asked
"I got busy so I didn't have time before the match" he said
"Damn it Kenan can't you do anything to help me out" I yelled finally letting the tension boil over
"Well your never here so what am I even doing helping you if never get to see you the boys keep asking me if we've broken up as you are never around" he yelled back
"Look I'm sorry I can't be there every match but my education is important to me and to be able to continue with that I have to work you know my parents can't help me so I'm on my own I'm trying my best and if that's not good enough for you then maybe I'm not good enough for you" I said
"Well maybe you aren't good enough" he snapped
"You have to be kidding me Kenan you'd be a mess without me even with everything I have going on I still do so much for you while you'd barely help hold me up if I was falling" I said
"Then maybe we aren't right for each other I don't need a girlfriend who needs me to hold her hand through everything" he said
"Fine then I'll go" I said
I didn't know where I was going but I knew I needed to go so I grabbed my keys and slammed the door on my way out. It was dark and I couldn't see much of what was around me but I know the area well enough to roughly where I'm going. I just kept walking taking lefts and rights where I felt like it which is when I noticed someone walking behind me which isn't abnormal but my instinct told me that something wasn't right. To be sure I took a few quick turns only to see the guy still behind me but that could just be a coincidence so then I sped up hoping that would help me lose him but he sped up too.
That's when I started jogging but that didn't help either which is when the panic sets in and I don't know what to do. The first thing that comes to my mind is to call Kenan but after our argument I don't know if he'll care enough to answer or come help me. I thought about my other options but none of them were going to help me or get to me in time so I had to swallow my pride call Kenan.
Please pick up. Pick up. Come on Kenan for once please just help me.
"What y/n" he answered
"I'm being followed I've tried to lose the guy but he's still following me now I'm running but he's running after me please Kenan help me" I said panicking
"Where are you?" He asked
"I'll send you my location" I said
"I'll be there as soon as I can just keep going" he said
I did exactly as he told me and kept running until I saw a car speeding in my direction which I knew instantly was Kenan. He must've seen me as he stopped the car just in front of me and hopped out. I ran straight towards him and he stopped me by pulling me into a hug and holding me tightly to his chest while I caught my breath. He yelled at the guy who was following me but I didn't hear a word he said I was still panicking and trying to calm down.
"It's ok you're ok I'm here now" he said
"Thank you for saving me I was so scared" I said
"I would never leave you to be hurt by anyone else and I'm sorry for our fight earlier you're right I know you work hard and I could do more to help you" he apologised
"I'm sorry for what I said too I know I should support you more than I do but even when I'm not at matches I'm thinking about you and the team" I said
"I have an idea that might make things better and I know you'll try and fight me on it but I think it will make both of our lives so much better" he said
"What is it?" I asked
"You quit your job and I'll pay for your tuition and you don't have to give me anything towards the bills that way you can focus on school entirely and you'll have more time to come to some of my games" he suggested
"Actually if you are really serious and you wouldn't mind then I'm happy to go along with that plan" I said
"Then it's sorted and I'm sorry I wish things didn't have to get to this point for us to come up with a solution but I'm happy you're ok" he said
He kissed me then we got in the car and went back home where Kenan helped me write my resignation email for my job and he got me a ticket for their next home game. Weirdly I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders straight away knowing I'd get to see Kenan more and I wouldn't have to stretch myself so thin that I could break at any point.
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Barista Steve - Part 4
Summary: Finals have you super stressed out. Steve knows how to help with that.
Word Count: ~2k
Warnings: Bad parents, Dom/Sub dynamics, Smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
You were dealing with the big F's: Finals, Family and Fear of Failure. Your parents wouldn't stop reminding you of the importance of passing your exams. Your classes were incredibly difficult. And you didn't want to think about what would happen if you didn't pass one of your finals.
As you leave your latest study group, you see Steve waiting for you by his motorcycle. You're practically running to hug him, finding solace in his scent, his touch, his comforting words.
Steve has been frustrated by your situation as well. He knows you're not getting real support from your family. Well, not the kind of support that actually helps. More the kind of support that only makes things worse. He's doubtful of your defense of "they mean well". He's seen the effects of the stress and while he's worked hard to help mitigate them, there's only so much he can do.
The one big light at the end of the tunnel for both of you was your agreement to move in together as soon as you got your degree. Neither of you cared that your parents wouldn't approve of Steve, you both knew there'd be no one else for either of you. You took care of each other, supported each other, and you were tired of keeping him a dirty secret.
Besides, your parents had told you time and time again they wouldn't support you forever. Part of you knows you should've moved out sooner, but it was a truth you couldn't realize until you got a taste of what you really wanted. Steve definitely provided that. You'd be forever grateful to him for his patience.
"Hey there, Good Girl," Steve coos into your ear. "I figured you could use a break. A chance to shut down your brain."
"That sounds perfect, Sir," you agree. "Need to let my brain relax."
"Then let's put your choker on and get your helmet."
Steve didn't take you to the studio like you thought he would. Instead he parked the motorcycle outside of one of your favorite diners. The constriction of the choker reminds you that he's in charge, you're not to question his commands, but you can't hide the look of confusion on your face.
He sees your face and puts his hand on the back of your neck, "I need to take care of my Good Girl and I know you haven't been eating well lately. So we're going to get you food, water. And remember, I'll order for you so you don't have to waste brain power."
"Thank you, Sir," you happily sigh. You've been subsisting on granola bars and coffee lately. Your stomach rumbles at the thought of real food.
Steve orders you both moderately sized meals. He knows you need to eat but too much food could hurt you just as much as the too little you've had lately. He also makes sure you both drink water. He doesn't want to be unfair and order something for himself that you can't or shouldn't eat and he knows you need to hydrate. Especially after you start drinking your water and it's gone in a blink!
After the meal you're starting to feel sleepy. Steve kisses your forehead and says he's taking you to his place. Again, you're confused that you're not going to the studio but you don't question. You just enjoy holding onto him while riding his motorcycle. Breathing in his scent, feeling his muscled torso underneath your arms. The cold wind doesn't bother you much because he's just so warm.
Steve walks you up to his apartment. You hope it'll be both of yours soon. He directs you inside and tells you to wait for him in the bedroom. You don't need to be told twice.
Once inside the bedroom, you drop to your knees and let your arms relax as you wait for his orders. It's taken a lot of time and effort but you've learned how to shut down the part of your brain that feels bad for "sitting around doing nothing". Wearing the choker, feeling it every time you breath, is a good reminder and a good focus to keep you from fidgeting and thinking about what's next.
Steve walks in wearing nothing but a pair of low hanging grey sweatpants. You fight the urge to moan at the view of his tattooed, muscly torso while your pussy clenches. He steps in front of you. "Undress," he orders.
You stand as you hurry to obey. When you're fully naked you successfully fight the urge to try to cover yourself with your arms. You never have to feel ashamed in front of Steve. He's told you time and time again how much he loves seeing all of you. He's shown you as well.
"Good Girl," he purrs. He brings out a skimpy but soft looking nightgown. "Arms up."
You raise your arms and he puts the nightgown on you. It fits perfectly, like you knew it would. Steve always seems to know what feels comfortable for you. Knows what you need and how you need it. It's why you trust him enough to shut your brain down around him.
He caresses your cheek, eyes full of love, before pulling back the blankets on the bed. "Now lay down on your side for some cuddles."
You practically leap onto the bed in eagerness. Cuddles with Steve are always so restful and generally lead to more. A part of you is worried that you're going to fall asleep, but you quiet that down. You're following Sir's orders, being his Good Girl. He knows what he's doing.
Steve gets into the bed and holds you from behind. You've never felt so safe and warm as you do in these moments. He gently caresses you, giving you occasional kisses to the top of your head. Your eyelids are getting so heavy. He whispers, "go ahead and sleep, Good Girl. Pretty sure you need it. I'll hold you the entire time."
He says more but your brain doesn't processes anything other than that he's talking, it just drifts off to sleep.
You're not sure how long you slept for, but every part of you knows you needed that sleep. True to his word, Steve is still holding you and you smile in appreciation, small tears forming in the corner of your eye. You feel Steve stir and he squeezes you tight.
"Did you sleep well?" He yawns and kisses the top of your head.
"Yes, Sir."
"Glad to hear it," he mumbles as he continues to kiss you. You can feel his erection against your ass and fight the urge to roll your hips against him. "My Good Girl needed some rest, didn't she?"
"Yes, Sir," you rasp. Your need is building. He can definitely hear it in your voice because he softly chuckles against your skin.
"I think my Good Girl needs something else now," he purrs into your ear, sending electricity straight to your core.
He moves his hand down your body and reaches underneath the nightgown. You understand now why it was so skimpy; not only did it show off plenty of skin, but it gave him ready access to everything. He starts rubbing his fingers along you folds as he nibbles gently on your shoulder, making you whimper.
"I'm going to get on my back and you're going to sit on my face," he tells you. "No hovering."
"Yes, Sir," you whimper, both excited and nervous. Steve had a tendency to get lost in the taste of your pussy, making you overstimulated.
Before he lets you go he whispers, "what's your safe word?" You tell him and he thanks you before rolling onto his back.
You're quick to move into position, but you still let yourself enjoy the sight of Steve's body, his erection making a prominent tent in his sweatpants. As you're settling onto his face, Steve is already pinning you to him and devouring you. His strong hands hold you in place as he uses his tongue to reach all of your favorite spots. They're some of his favorite, too, because of the sounds the elicit from you.
The headboard is the only thing you can grasp and you do so with all your might as the first orgasm of many hits you hard and you cry out from pleasure. A small part of your brain realizes how much you've been needing this as it feels like everything in your system is finally unclenching from all your stress. It's only been a minute or so and your limbs are already feeling like jelly.
After the second orgasm, you're already crying from relief and pleasure. You repeatedly rasp, "thank you, Sir," not knowing if Steve can actually hear it or not. You try to roll your hips, a silent plea for him not to stop. He responds with a squeeze to your hips, an acknowledgement of your request as he adjusts just enough to reach that one spot he knows drives you crazy. He smiles as you cry out from the sensation and ride his face like your life depended on it. He keeps going until you cum on his face a third time.
He slows to a stop as your body goes lax, tears flowing freely down your face. He gently maneuvers you so that you're beside him, still repeating your mantra of "thank you, Sir". He looks you over but doesn't pick up on anything worrisome. "How's my Good Girl doing?"
"Thank you, Sir," you whimper. "Thank you for taking care of me."
He kisses along your cheeks where your tears are falling. "Such a Good Girl. But we're not done yet. Lay on your stomach."
As soon as you turn, Steve spreads your legs. "Such a pretty pussy," he groans. He kneads your ass cheeks for a bit before kissing up along your spine until he's covering you like a weighted blanket. He wraps one of his arms around so that he's got a hold on your throat. He kisses you once again before he roughly pushes his cock into you.
"Best pussy I've ever felt," he tells you as he starts up a brutal pace that has you keening. "Taking my cock like the good girl you are," he praises. "Taking everything I give you and begging for more."
"S--S--Sir," you croak.
"Cum for me," he orders. Your body automatically obeys. "That's my Good Girl," he groans as your pussy squeezes him tight. "Fucking you brain dead feels so good." You moan in response to his words. "You like being fucked like this? You like when my cock makes you dumb?"
"Y--Yes, Sir!"
He licks along the back of your neck, making you squeal. "I need one more from you." He readjusts you so you're slightly on your knees, making his cock feel so much deeper. He resumes the brutal pace and you start to see stars from the pleasure. "Cum for me, Good Girl."
Your body obliges and you cum with a lewd sob. He's quick to follow with a few grunts before he lets go of your throat and starts giving you small kisses along your back.
He pulls out of you with a soft hiss and immediately goes into aftercare mode. He removes your choker, cleans you up, and gives you reassurances as he holds you.
Finals are done. You've officially completed your degree. You opt to not go to the graduation ceremony, too many people. You've moved in with Steve, much to your parents' disbelief and outrage. They called you a lot of not very nice things that only reaffirmed your choice to get away from them.
One of Steve's friends at his art studio actually got you connected with a well paying job near the apartment. You were happy to finally be contributing financially. More importantly, Steve didn't object to you having your own bank account. Steve never wanted you to feel you had to be with him because of finances. He wanted you to have agency. It was something you'd probably spend forever getting used to.
Thankfully, Steve had the patience to help you out.
Okay, so this series is done, right? Barista Steve won't continue to bug me, right?!
Edit: Part 3/Series Masterlist
Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @ronearoundblindly
#steve rogers x female!reader#steve rogers x reader#barista!steve rogers#college student!reader#steve rogers fluff#steve rogers smut#steve rogers x you
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Okay I might just be reading too much into this. But while I was watching the episode *cough cough* procrastinating *cough cough I realised that they don't show how the Doctor and Ruby got there.
And I know that it's probably just meant to be vaguely like 'they just went for fun'.
BUT this is the third episode in a row where we haven't seen them arrive. And for 73 yards it was clearly a doctor who episode when it started but it immediately gets rid of the doctor. ( I know that for 73 yards and for dot and bubble it was because Ncuti Gatwa was filming other stuff but let me cook) In Dot and Bubble you could effectively be forgiven for assuming that it was a random Black Mirror episode or something similar until the Doctor turns up, and tbh if you were just flicking through channels and haven't been watching Doctor Who you could probably basically not know for much longer. In Rogue they are just there, except for the title screen (the same for dot and bubble) you could basically watch it as a Bridgerton episode until the Chuldur turn up.
(And there's whole other rant about how the Chuldur fits into the theory about this basically being a TV show within a TV show, I don't know the name for this theory)
But anyway these episodes are increasingly separated from the Doctor and Ruby as plot points particularly in the beginning of episodes. They are more and more like an excuse to tell the story or explore the topic that the writers want to explore. Which isn't totally different from the occasional episode of previous series, but this is a lot more in my memory at least from previous series. So it feels a lot like they are skimming over the more sci-fi doctor who elements. Which fits in in my mind to the idea that the 'One who waits' is a representation of story telling. I've seen theories that it's Ruby but she doesn't know it which makes sense, I think it would also make sense for it to be her parent(s) who left her, or alternatively just it's own thing all together. But it feels very like that bit where Amy is living a life and starts to realise it's all fake.
The narrowing down of these episodes into not showing them arriving, and at least in Rogue - I can't remember in the others - not showing them leaving the story, feels very different.
It feels more and more like story telling. They have covered fairy tales, Period pieces/Romance, Dystopia, War/SciFi, Musicals, Political Drama. They are also showing the doctor playing his role, something that we see companions doing often enough but we seldom see the doctor doing it.
In Space Babies he is scared of a new creature. In the Devil's Code he sings a song that makes little sense in the story, he doesn't question the road making noise. In Boom he's more himself but it's also the closes to his 'normal' environment. In 73 Yards they just fully remove him from the story, which I realise was done for filming requirements but would have been so interesting to see the doctor in a Political drama. In Dot and Bubble he plays the role of the outsider bringing information to those living under a Dystopia, how is he UNABLE to access the inside, sure he plays a role that's fairly similar to himself but Doctor Who is really Dystopian.
In Rogue he is becoming more and more his role, he is playing the role of a sort of Elizabeth Bennet style character, a strong romantic interest for the brooding man. Which is great, he makes fun of the genre, but he is hyper aware of the genre and still ends up in its pitfalls. He trusts a man so quickly he ends up handing over his sonic, he gets proposed to and basically immediately accepts. Now I am really hoping that Rogue gets to stay around I really liked him as a character, regardless of which theory of his identity if any are true. But the Doctors reaction to him is still a little out of character, he is feeling what he is SUPPOSED to feel and he is acting how he is SUPPOSED to act.
It just feels to me like an increasing number of these episodes are more and more story like and more and more separated from the more Doctor Who elements. And the lack of an introduction of how they get there, and the lack of them leaving in the TARDIS is so unusual to me and stands out to my brain so much.
It feels like they are removing elements that don't fit the genre. Anyway not sure if that makes any sense but I'm vibing with it.
#15th Doctor#Rogue#Doctor Who#I am meant to be studying - Like i have a paper and exam due tomorrow#this is not a good use of my time but I also need to yap#I have been cooking way too hard on the stuff that just doesn't need to be done#Anyway please tell me which bits are making me sound like an idiot coz I don't think I've had a coherent thought since exams started#I did not realise how long this post was getting#Doctor Who Rogue#Rogue is hot too#I might be going insane but#Theres heaps of yap in this I'm so sorry I let it get away from me#Doctor Who theory#dw meta#73 yards#doctor who series 14#susan twist#space babies#And this doesn't even get me started on Susan Twist who was like#a. partially hiredfor her amazing last name#and b. the song being 'there's always a twist at the end' and then her name always being in the credits#oooo so good
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I thought my "struggling to get anything done until its very very late at night, and only for a few hours, after a full day of fatigue and laziness" behavior was a recent thing, in the wake of graduating and being unemployed and out of schooling, but its been at the very least 5 years because I made a comic about this when i was still IN college.
#talkys#like i thought the issue was no structure or routine in my life anymore#but even in college when id have 8 am class the next day id still struggle#though i also thought/think that was just senioritis. and it never went away even after graduation.#bc i rly tanked hard at the end there. like i got to a point where i didnt care anymore id do stuff like study for a huge exam 15 minutes#before walking into it and just hoped i retained enough from the 5 mins of memorization#this is distressing for me to realize LOL i rly thot it was the lack of routine....but its just Been Like This.....#every day loafing then crawling to my desk really late and still being unable to draw#then finally getting a burst of energy an hour before needing to sleep‚ promising myself ill get started earlier tomorrow#and then not doing that bc i just feel so tired all day again. mooooooo
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Just watched Black Friday by Starkid, and now I'm wondering which Fear this would be a manifestation of. (I think Extinction would probably be in there, but what else?)
Actually, what would *all* the starkid productions be?
Nerdy Prudes Must Die would have at least a bit of Hunt... The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals would have some Corruption...
#starkid#team starkid#hatchetfield#hatchetverse#black friday starkid#nerdy prudes must die#the guy who didn't like musicals#the magnus archives#magnus archives#tma#tma entities#next week i have my semester exams but shhhhhhhhhhh i dont need to study i need to fall facefirst into a new fandom#I tried so hard to not join the Dracula daily so that i could actually do my study but now i've just found something else to occupy my brai#i have so many fucking exams this is not good for me#but FUCK cellular biochemistry. I don't *care* what the molecules are doing. stop making me memorise amino acids!#I just have to wait... until it's all anatomy and actually *interesting* stuff#i haven't even Started studying chemistry. but that exam is the week after next. so i have time#i don't enjoy chemistry
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how do you study for such long hours? 12-16 hours? i tend to tire out after 8 hours.
bc if i'm not top of the class then what's the point. duhh
#my sincere answer is i have a degree in biochemistry#i've trained myself over a long period of time to do 8 hour study days#my stamina is probably just not like the average person's#i also break them down into blocks. 2 or 3 or 4 hour blocks idk. depends on what i have to do for the day#i also genuinely love academia and it's not hard for me to turn my phone off and throw it in a river#just so i could be engrossed in books all day#i love science i love studying i romanticize it easily i love challenging myself etc#also 12 hour and 16 hours r kinda overkill if you're not cramming for a national exam and u only have 2 weeks#i usually don't feel the need to surpass 8 hours unless i'm doing intense study camps#at the end of the day studying is a sport just like anything else#id say if ur needing to do 12 hr study days on the reg tho maybe assess ur efficiency#someone can study 8 hours a day every day but only truly be studying for like 2 hours
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#I can't believe my computer broke just a couple of days before the new chapter came out.#Not to be dramatic or anything but this was my last straw#It means everything to me 😭😭😭 My puter has my whole life in in. And endless resources of everything#That's why people tell you to backup stuff 🤦🤦🤦#Okay before I get too dramatic it's not gone like I can turn it on just fine.#Except there's no cursor to be found anywhere and I can't find a way to fix it#(Yeah it's not the f4 key I've tried that. Repeatedly)#So since there's no way to turn the puter off without mouse I had to kill it the hard way 4-5 times today#(aka every time I tried turning it on again in hope everything got fixed on its own)#And when I turned it on again five minutes ago. IT DIDN'T START NORMALLY. AND IT ASKED THE SYSTEM LANGUAGE AND STUFF#I lost like. Half my lifespan. I was terrified it got formatted out of nowhere and I had lost everything#It didn't. It seemingly is fine (from what I can see from my desktop).#But man I really didn't need this kind of stress on top of average exams depression#Idk what to do... I want to go to the guy in my dorm who studies computer science but it'd be the third time I ask him for help–#and I'm a little embarrassed now. Asking for help sucks in general#But I don't have money to pay consultation...#I think there is a chance my touchpad just worn out since. Like. I use my computer extensively#But even that seems a little excessive? Not even the buttons work. I've only had this computer for three or four years...#Anyways I don't have a physical mouse. And I can't spend money to buy it when there's a chance that wouldn't fix the problem. Ughhhhhhhhhh#random rambles#If I stop posting in the next days. It's simply because I can't 😭😭😭#Goodbye people please keep posting ss kk for me
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idk how to live so im going to talk to myself out loud until i do
#listen. take a deep breath. i know your bpm is high but you need to think with me for a second.#remember that you are paper thin. all your facets are sheets of paper and what you gave her is just another one.#make a new one. you dont need it. you dont need her to see you. i know you think you need her but you will be okay. i know its hard.#you wish you could have shown her how you loved her. listen to yourself. you are made of paper.#she might be concrete or maybe wood or maybe gold. you need to start laying your roots elsewhere. shut that thought down#and blink and listen. the parts you keep thinking of arent lost. they still happened and they are yours to keep.#there is beauty in this loss. tell me about the beauty in this loss. its okay to think about it. you got to see it all and nothing more#and this is great because it would have been bad. you know it would be violent in a way you dont need. you know this to be true.#you are going to look at that empty space in her shape and youre going to fill it with everything that happened when you knew her.#the memories with her but then also the the way your friends talked you through it. the game with the clovers.#your first allergic reaction you almost died and you couldnt stop laughing and you were held so close to their hearts.#learning the names for all the floursecent gene tracking dyes that everyone else knows already. about the exam - listen again.#i know you think if you fail your life is over but you need to try your best. youre not going to get a good grade in a uni test for the fir#youre going to make up for it. youre going to make sure you make up for it. do you understand? i love you. you have to do this.#right now you need to sit up. breathe. i know your heart hurts. go to the living room. grab something to eat. i dont care if you feel full.#youre going to clean your mattress heater. youre going to study a bit longer and then youre going to sleep. youre going to tell your mother#im sorry and i might genuinely fail a test. shes going to tell you its okay. if you do badly in this course you can just become a neurosurg#just agree. dont argue right now. its okay. youre okay. you are paper thin. i know any puncture hurts.#breathe. think of your friends. think of their hands in yours. it isnt eternal.youve lived through worse. the empty sky is still beautiful.#the lack of her is still beautiful
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while I’m very excited that I’m able to be happy while drawing again it’s at the expense of getting literally nothing else done. which is a problem.
#Got 2. Actually 3 [maybe a surprise 4th?] exams over the next 4 days…. Ah. I’ll be ok.#I’ve done nothing but draw and read frieren. So i also did not finish the bunny ask I wanted to finish…. Oh well.#Time management is really hard. Idk how it’s 9pm already. I need to go study.#I’ll probably cut myself off from art until all this is sorted out lol. Wish me luck
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actually if i fail this exam in two days it will be an epic and subtle sodapop curtis reference and not an academic failure at all. the [redacted] markers simply do not understand my outsiders swag
#it's my last exam for a class that doesn't matter so it's so hard to make myself study#and if i quite possibly also have undiagnosed adhd that's also neither here nor there.#it's also very hard to make myself care enough to give me the adrenaline rush 24 hours before that i usually use to get any studying time i#due to the aforementioned not mattering#ah well. i calculated and i only need like 20% to pass the class so if i pass the class i'll be happy#if not i'll be vaguely disappointed but i have 90s in everything else this semester so no skin off my nose#anyway. back to studying#og#personal#the outsiders#sodapop curtis#barely justifiable to tag this as those but alas the blog organizational system demands what it demands
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finals are coming. i do not understand quantum numbers. i do not understand undetermined coefficients. matt bellamy save me. dom howard save me. chris wolstenholme save me.
#i post#starting my reviewing a million years earlier than everyone else bc i need it#i am Stupid and i can't just cram and bullshit things on the exam and pass like a lot of my classmates can#fortunately i actually like what i study so having that discipline isn't too hard
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cant stress how obsessed i am with yamaguchis shirt
#snap chats#this is rgg related because i said so shut up ANYWAY#i DID steal this from twitter but i need to share it every with everyone so im not sorry#the person i stole this from rt'd a photoset from themselves and in it motomiya wearing The Silliest outfit ever#but ive already shared too much. ive already gone off topic too much we're moving on#i will bookmark it tho cause it makin me giggle#anyway if you cant read it. and id be so happy to type out what it says.#it says 'can't miss it!! you've got to go to nepal they have a big festival called Maha Shivaratri full moon night in february'#dont know why it makes me giggle it just does. like fuck man maybe i SHOULD go to nepal in february <- maha shivaratri is in march next yea#anyway everyone be nice to me today i have a spanish exam later and it Should be easy#but i was fighting god and the devil last night trying to sleep because my cramps decided to kick my ass EXTRA hard#I NEVER GET BAD CRAMPS WHYYYY DID IT HAVE TO BE BEFRE AN EXAM WHEN I NEED GOOD SLEEP !!!!!!#im lucky my spanish class is in the evening but god it was so painful#the last time i experienced pain as bad as that was when i was trying to sleep after busting my wrist#so awful.... i hurt a lil now but i'll get through it#ok bye let me study up just to reaffirm some Spanish Knowledge with myself
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IM SO COOOOOKED
#midterm tomorrow morning its got 6 weeks worth of content its 1:30am rn and I'm on like slide 2 of week 1#i CANT LOCK IN i keep going on my phone#tell me why i was on pinterest looking at room inspo when ive got not funds to change how my room looks like Please this isnt the time#maybe posting this will force me to work#i also have to present right after the midterm and i did manage to practice for that so i havent been Completely useless#but this exam is gonna be kinda hard too like i Need to study i cant bs it
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