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pizza date! fluff

pt1 - pt2 > complete

we’ll be alright! angst, fluff, smut

pt1 > complete

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pizza date ! part two

@mariclerc sorry for my delay :((

"I told you to stop!" I say between laughs as Charles keeps blowing flour in my direction.

Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to come over to his place to 'teach' him how to make bread.

After our date at the pizzeria, he's been taking me out more often, and I have to admit, he's a real gentleman. He invited me for a boat ride, to help him pick out clothes, and even to taste the flavors of his ice cream brand.

I mentioned my cooking skills to him one day, and he didn't hesitate to ask me to show him a thing or two, and bread ended up being the first choice.

"Now you put it in the oven, be careful!" I hand him a cloth so he doesn't burn his perfect hands. I mean, everything about this guy is just perfect. Sometimes I wonder why I haven't just grabbed him by the hair and kissed him senseless.

"Relax, belle, I'm not a 5-year-old."

"Sure seems like it!" I probably shouldn't have said that.

Next thing I know, he dips one of his hands into the flour bag, and poof, it's all over my face. In my hair, which I spent ages hydrating yesterday, and everywhere else.

I gasp in shock, then burst out laughing indignantly. His infectious laughter fills the kitchen as he dashes off to other rooms in his apartment.

Oh, I'm definitely getting him back.

I wipe my face clean just enough to see, grab handfuls of flour, and race to find him. His apartment isn't huge, but it's not so small that I can't lose sight of him.

With my face and hands coated in flour, I step into what looks like a guest bedroom, judging by its size. It's quiet until I hear a familiar giggle.

"Ha!"

In a split second, he jumps out from behind the door, and the flour in my hands goes straight onto his face.

Now we're both covered in flour, laughing like two lovesick fools. And maybe, just maybe, I'm falling for him.

He pulls me into the kitchen and grabs a clean cloth, wiping his delicate face.

"That wasn't funny, Charlie," I say, though deep down, I actually loved it.

"Oh, I know you found it funny, amour," he responds, and I blush even more at his endearing nickname.

Once we're both cleaned up, we debate what movie to watch.

Charles wants anything from the Harry Potter series, but I'm in the mood for Divergent.

After much back and forth, we settle on 'Beauty and the Beast', since he insists I'm as beautiful as Belle.

And that's how the night ends, cuddled up on the couch, watching 'Beauty and the Beast'.

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It's the same smile 🥹

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Beautiful in shades of red

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Hii, I loved “pizza date” I would like to know if you're going to make a part two of that? 👀 It seems interesting and cute <3

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i will ! i am thinking about an interesting continuation, maybe I'll post it tomorrow 😉😉

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we’ll be alright

summary: You and Charles have been distant lately due to work pressure, but eventually find comfort in each other. Everything ends well.

❕gf!reader, angst, fluff, some smut.

As another day drags you home later than expected, tossing your things on the couch, without a care in the world.

Your relationship with Charles seems to have been deteriorating for a while now. You've been together for quite some time, but at this point, it feels like you don't even know each other, despite living under the same roof.

All you wanted were some days off to spend with the love of your life, but the rush and daily madness always make it impossible. You slowly open the bedroom door, finding a weary Charles, shirtless and wrapped in the expensive white sheets of your cozy room.

Ah, so many moments in this room... You remember the day Charles surprised you with flowers and chocolates on your anniversary. When he took care of you while you had a bad flu. How he treated you when you had severe cramps. The little fashion shows you put on for him when you bought new clothes. All of this was proof that your love didn't end here.

But first, you needed a hot and relaxing shower to renew all your energies. With everything prepared, you step into the bathroom, turn on the shower, but don't lock the door.

As you rinse the last of the shampoo from your hair, you hear the sound of the door opening and come face to face with a sleepy Charles.

Silently, he comes toward you, takes off his own clothes, standing completely naked in front of you, steps into the shower with you, wraps his hands around your waist, and stares deeply at you in a way you've never noticed before.

It's a look of longing, emotion, but above all, love.

You admire each other for a few seconds before his lips touch yours. Your small hands go to his uncut hair, he tightens his grip on your waist, and the kiss expresses the same thing as that look. He pushes you against the wall and kisses you with increasing intensity, feeling his cock against your skin.

Slowly, even with the water running down your bodies, he kneels in front of you and puts one of his beautiful, moisturized legs over his broad shoulder, wanting to feel you even more.

The touch of his tongue and fingers is enough to make you cum very quickly; he lost count of how many times you came so fast that night. He knows the power he has over you, and you know it too. You haven't exchanged a single word, only your muffled moans can be heard in the bathroom.

He rises again to meet your eyes and starts spreading kisses on you. On your forehead, on your nose, on your temple, on your mouth, on your cheek, on your neck, on your nape, on every possible place.

A few more caresses are shared until one of you turns off the shower and you both step out to dry off. Without saying anything, you rub the soft towels on your bodies and exchange looks and smiles. You could faint just by looking at the beautiful dimples of your boyfriend.

You both put on comfortable clothes again and lie down, he with one hand on your waist and the other stroking your hair, he knows you love that. As for you, you have one of your hands on his strong chest and the other on his arms, making small circles in place. Then, finally, the silence is broken.

"You've been missed so much, mon cœur," he tells me, in the quiet of the calm room. "I'm sorry for the past few days," he continues. "I love you, mon amour”

“I love you more than anything in my life, Charlie.”

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pizza date ! 🍕

*translated italian!!

The last few days haven't been easy, dealing with the end of a 3-year relationship is something no one wants to go through. And what's the best way to cope with that? Pizza.

I make my way to "La ricetta di Giovanni," a calm and tranquil pizzeria in the beautiful city of Positano, and from a distance, I can smell the delightful aroma of tomato sauce.

Upon entering the establishment, which is composed of bricks painted in a brown hue, dim yellow lights, small plants scattered around, tables with classic red and white tablecloths, ambient music, I feel a huge sense of peace and joy. Some people, mostly couples, are scattered around the tables engaged in long conversations, and the sound of cutlery on plates fills the air.

"Buona notte, bellissima! Qual è il piano per la serata?" ("Good evening, beautiful! What's the plan for tonight?") the voice of Martina, the best bartender in town, reaches my ears.

"Come sta Tina? Come al solito! E un bicchiere di vino, per favore!" ("How's Tina? The usual! And a glass of wine, please!") I reply, heading towards a table in the somewhat empty corner of the restaurant, with a beautiful view of the quiet streets.

The view is lovely and all, but what I can't help but notice the most is the beauty of the man sitting in front of me, a few tables away. My myopia doesn't help, but I notice his tousled brown hair and handsome face.

He seems to be in the same situation as me, alone and waiting for his order, and I wished he really was alone. Without a girlfriend.

Noticing more and more, his light gray shirt with a few buttons emphasizes his muscles which are crossed on his chest, he looks like a god.

I could analyze him all night long, until he slowly turns his head towards me, realizing my fixed gaze on him. I try to look away, but he smiles and shows his dimples, making me blush deeply.

God bless Filippo, the waiter who arrives with my wine and glass just in time before the man would see me redder than the wine itself.

I thank him and see that the man calls him to his table, I try to look curiously, but unfortunately, the waiter ends up blocking my view.

I pick up the wine and pour it into the beautiful glass I drink from, exchanging a few more glances with the man, now that Filippo has left.

A few moments later, the one who had just left returns with a new glass of wine and places it on my table, without saying anything. I try to understand what was happening, until I see a figure approaching me, wearing the same clothes I noticed before.

And when I least expect it, the handsome man is in front of me.

"Posso unirmi a voi?" ("Can I join you?") He asks me politely. "Sì, certo che sì" ("Yes, of course") I reply nervously, but with a smile on my face, adjusting my green dress.

He pulls the chair in front of me gently and sits down, resting his elbows on the table and analyzing me with a smile, making me smile back.

"Posso sapere il nome di questa bella signora seduta di fronte a me?" ("Can I know the name of this beautiful lady sitting in front of me?") His voice is like music to my ears. I notice his round glasses that perfectly match his face. "Giorgia. And yours, my dear?" I reply.

"Charles." He says and I let out a slight laugh through my nose. "What's wrong?" He asks with a little smile on his face. Oh, those dimples. "Charles..." I stop and think for a moment. "Sounds like a spoiled name." I add and we laugh in sync.

"But do I look spoiled?" He analyzes me more and I only see perfection. Green eyes, a beard grown but not long, the smell of expensive perfume...

"A little bit, but I'm not sure about your character." I stare into his deep eyes, the ones that could drive me crazy in a few seconds.

"Well, you can find out now." He says leaning in more over the table. "What brings you here?"

"I live here." I say looking around. "I recently ended a relationship, I needed to clear my head."

"Then I think it's important for us to get to know each other more tonight, huh?" Charles tells me with a smile, well... provocative. And I do nothing but the same.

Let's see what happens.

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hiiii could you write about Carlos Sainz that he has a secret relationship with an Arab Muslim girl (she doesn't wear hijab) 24 years old, Y/N and Carlos' little sister her friend because they go to the same university from Madrid and Carlos always bothered her, he was always around Y/N whenever she was talking with a boy Carlos made them run away and that's how they became a couple but secretly it was due to Y/N's religion and Carlos likes to annoy her by teasing her face to face or sharing a message by pinching her side because she is ticklish and she also annoys him. Thanks youu 💖

oooohhh i love it!! i’m going to try!!

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heyyy! hope you’re doing well!!

i’m starting my account today and would love your help with suggestions, ideas…

i’ll mainly be writing about Charles, and occasionally about Carlos, but if you fancy something else, just give me a shout, please!

i’m not an expert in writing obscenities yet, haha! but I hope to get better to fulfill requests.

i think my first post will go up later today, and sorry in advance for my terrible english :///