#☆lola writes !

[prettiestlovergirl]

TROUBLE

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; slytherin!reader; spoiled!reader; ditzy!reader; semi-public sex; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it); oral fixation! reader; slight dumbification; rough sex; fingering; italian!theodore nott.

a/n: giggling and kicking my feet with this one, I LOVE ITALIAN! THEO. one of my favorite hcs. i had a grand ole time writing this one hehe. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

theodore nott thrived on things being neat and orderly.

he was reserved, controlled, proper. his hair was always perfectly styled, his uniforms neatly pressed, every single act was planned in advance, he functioned 5 steps ahead of the world.

even when he and his friends were cruel or caused some sort of chaos, it was perfectly controlled. there was nothing that could break his focus, his drive, his desire for perfection.

well, except for you that is.

you and theo had been... acquaintances for years. you had classes together, attended the same house parties, you were incredibly hard to miss. you were his opposite in every way: you were bold, impulsive, fucking chaos personified.

he liked controlled actions, carefully planned out steps, and neat perfection and you? you liked everything but.

he should have wanted nothing to do with you, should have been appalled by you but.... it was exactly the opposite. everything about you seemed to draw him in. your charming smiles, your hissed demands, your expensive taste, everything about you fascinated him.

something about you made him want to lose control, to let you drive him insane. being around you felt messy, felt like playing with fire, he should have never been alone with you.

being alone with you meant thoughts of letting you ruin him completely and letting him ruin you ran wild, so he always made sure to have a buffer or three to keep you at arm's length.

but when snape asked if anybody could tutor you... he couldn't resist offering his services, being your knight in shining armor. you'd just looked so desperate, with your glossy pink lips sticking out in the sweetest little pout.

now, however, he was seriously regretting allowing himself to think with his dick instead of his rational brain. you were so close he could smell the fucking strawberry scented shampoo you used and the way it mixed in with your expensive perfume.

theo prided himself on his self-control, so really, it was pathetic that 40 minutes with you sitting across from him had him so tense. he tried to focus on helping you, but you consistently pulled him off course.

you hated studying, hence the need for a tutor. you could never focus, it was just so boring. especially right now, when you had the theodore nott helping you out. how could you be expected to focus on potions when you could pick the brain on the most poise and proper man in your year?

you couldn't help but tease him a bit, i mean, you figured he was indestructible. you joked around and flashed him flirty little smiles, relishing in every teasing comment or joke you pulled out of him.

eventually, theo couldn't take it anymore. he was one pink-tinted glossy smile away from grabbing you right then and there. he excused himself abruptly, lying about needing to find you another book. really, he just needed a second to breath strawberry-free air and calm himself down.

but you had to follow him, didn't you? you just had to follow him into the secluded section, hands behind your back, pouty lip caught between your teeth. "are you alright, theo?" you questioned, eyes full of concern as his name rolled off your tongue perfectly.

and that was all it took for his last shred of self-control to break.

it had taken you completely by surprise. one moment, you were afraid you'd upset him, going to follow him and apologize for your teasing. the next, he'd murmured a quick "fanculo" (fuck it) and crashed his lips onto yours.

the kiss was rough and unrestrained, not at all how you'd imagined he'd have kissed. you thought it would be chaste and sweet, all proper like him. the roughness, the desperation of it all had you moaning on impact in both surprise and delight.

theo relished in your moan, pushing his tongue past your lips and teeth to explore your mouth. his tongue moved so expertly; it made your brain go a little fuzzy. his tongue drew moan after moan out of you.

his long, nimble fingers expertly unbuttoned your shirt before tugging your bra down just enough to expose your mouthwatering tits to him. the cool library air made your nipples harden instantly.

"merda, guaio." (shit) he swore, pulling away from your lips to admire all your exposed flesh. he watched as your chest heaved while you caught your breath. "you gonna be quiet for me, mio tesoro?" (my treasure) he asked, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples while his eyes stayed on yours.

it took a moment for you to even register that he was talking to you. your mind was spinning with a million different thoughts but you still found yourself unable to come up with a coherent sentence.

it felt a little like you had whiplash. you couldn't quite believe that the perfect and oh-so-calculated theodore nott was currently swirling his tongue around your nipple in the middle of the library.

"i asked you a question, guaio." he cooed, his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh and making you gasp. "yes. yes, i'll be quiet." you breathed, nodding your head rapidly as your eyes stayed trained on his. "brava ragazza." (good girl)

his words burned into your skin, the wetness between your thighs practically gushing over your panties while he continued to suck and lick both of your nipples until they were coated in his saliva.

"t-theo.." you whimpered softly, biting your lip harshly as one of his hands trailed under your skirt, fingers brushing against the wetness soaking your panties. "please..." you gasped.

the sound of you whimpering out his name drove him fucking insane, his hands quickly sliding your panties off and shoving the damp fabric into his back pocket before brushing his thumb over your swollen clit.

you mewled out in pleasure, his smooth thumb making your vision get a little hazy. "so fucking wet, guaio." he groaned quietly, continuing to rub your clit with his thumb.

you didn't see when he pushed a finger deep inside, making you cry out before his free hand smacked over your mouth. "gotta be quiet for me, or i'll have to stop." he hissed, making you whine at the idea of him stopping anytime soon.

"'m s-sorry." you moaned against his palm, hand latching onto his arm. you brought two of his fingers into your mouth, sucking them and coating them with your saliva in order to help keep you quiet while he consumed you.

he played with your body with ruthless precision while you writhed in pure bliss, free hand gripping onto the bookcase beside you as you moaned around his fingers.

he pushed a second finger into you and then a third, stretching your puffy walls out over and over with his thrusts. your knees were practically shaking when his fingers crashed into that familiar, gummy spot that made your toes curl.

he forced his fingers further down your throat once he hit the spot, keeping you from screaming out in pleasure while you came all over his hand.

theo relished in your pussy walls fluttering around his fingers, the squelching sounds of your wetness coating his hand making his trousers feel fucking unbearable at this point.

he pulled his fingers out of both your holes, letting you catch your breath for just a second before shoving his cum-soaked fingers back into your mouth. "clean them for me, will you guaio?" he cooed, a borderline deranged smirk on his face as you did just that.

"cazzo, i can't enough of you." (fuck) he huffed, pulling his fingers back out and spinning you towards the bookcase. he pressed your face lightly against the bookcase, bringing his hands down to quickly bring his cock out from his pants.

you gripped onto the bookcase for support, face pressed against some old atlas' no one ever used anymore will your nipples scraped the smooth wood.

"you're gonna be the fucking death of me, guaio." he hissed, before lifting your skirt back up and thrusting roughly into you. you gasped and moaned against the shelf, unable to help yourself before his fingers pushed back into your mouth.

you gagged and sucked on his two fingers while he thrusted roughly into you, muffling his grunts and groans of pleasure into your neck. his lips latched onto your sweet spot, teeth scraping over it repeatedly as he fucked you.

"so fucking tight, guaio. such a good fucking girl for me. you drive me fucking insane." he grunted, each word followed by a fast and rough thrust and made your whole body shake with pleasure as he fucked you.

his free hand gripped your waist tightly, keeping you from rocking the shelf as best he could while he moved roughly in and out of you. your tongue swirled around his fingers, muffled babbles about how fucking good you felt escaping your lips.

the neat and pristine man relished in turning you into a dumb, babbling mess. your own drool and saliva coated your chin as he fucked you.

it wasn't long before your legs started quivering and your pussy walls started to clench tighter around him. "'m gonna- f-fuck, 'm gonna cum!" you whined, the wet sounds of you gagging on his fingers and his cock pounding your pussy drove you insane.

theo bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing himself to stay quiet while he lost himself in your tight walls. his eyes were fixed on where you two were connected, the sight of your arousal creating a creamy white ring around his cock nearly sent him over the edge.

"cum for me, guaio. be a good girl and cum on my cock." he cooed in your ear, gripping your hip even tighter to fuck deeper into you until you coated his cock in your cum.

you had a couple tears running down your cheeks, mascara clumping as he continued to fuck you hard and fast until he reached his own high and painted your walls with his cum.

he buried his now sweat covered forehead into the crook of your neck, trying to catch his breath while you panted. he pulled his fingers back from your mouth, letting them drag over your kiss swollen lips and chin.

theodore nott had fucking ruined you and he was sure you had done exactly the same, he had the crescent shapes etched into his arm to prove it.

"what does guaio mean?" you asked suddenly, absolutely butchering the pronunciation as you blinked your doe eyes at him. you would have looked so innocent if it weren't for the saliva and streaks of black.

"it means trouble, bambola." (doll)

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

[twinkodium]

𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓃? (𝐿𝒩𝟦)

ᥫ᭡ Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!best friend!reader

ᥫ᭡ Warning: ‼️ Sexual activity, oral sex, little hint of anal, sub!Lando (getting control in the end as a reward 😌)‼️

ᥫ᭡ Genre: Smut

ᥫ᭡ Word count: 2,1K

ᥫ᭡ Summary: Lando’s unhinged stream leads to something sexy that neither of them are going to forget for hell of a long time.

ᥫ᭡ A/N: Pretty nervous about this ngl 🥴 please, be gentle with me, I’m still improving 🫣 BIG BIG FOREHEAD KISSES and virtual hug to @lattesqueeze for beta reading 🥺 the sweetest friend you could ask for 🥹

ᥫ᭡ Taglist: @slugesh @formulahuh @laciijane @izzief1rambles @httpiastri @481boxboxbaby @papayaaa04

‼️+18 content under the cut! Minors, please, do not interact ‼️

You make your way silently towards Lando's streamer room and knock on the slightly ajar door.

You’ve been having the time of your life watching Lando’s unhinged stream, hearing all of his moans and sexual innuendos. Even though you two are best friends, you can’t help the butterflies going wild in your stomach every time you see him shirtless, or even have him in your close proximity. One whiff of his masculine scent sends your heart rate into a rollercoaster ride, your breath quickens, and you would like nothing else but wrap your hands around his neck and pull him in for a sweet kiss. For starters.

You catch a sight of his muscular body trembling in his chair as a painful whimper leaves his mouth.

‘Are you alright Lando?’ You stroll closer to see him better but he immediately stops his actions after hearing your voice behind him.

‘I'm good, don't worry. You can leave.’ He clears his throat but his raspy voice sends shivers down your spine, leaving goosebumps on your bare arms.

You don't back away and your sudden confidence pushes you forwards to get even closer and stand right in front of his sitting form. Your hungry eyes roam over his clothed well built pecs, down to the prominent bulge in his sweats.

‘Someone seems excited and already throbbing.’ His dick twitches under your gaze, wetting more of the already damp material. ‘You know, I can help you out.’ You swipe your tongue over your chapped lips - just the thought of getting your hands and mouth on him makes your pussy clench.

Lando starts squirming even more, his hands turning white as he grips the armrest of his gaming chair. His big green eyes widen at your suggestion, and he might be a gentleman for not jumping on the idea but it excites him more than it should. He has never been immune to your beauty, but in his eyes you deserve better than him. Someone who is always by your side, every step of the way. Hyping you up, supporting you whenever you get big promotions. Not like him who is always on the road and would miss every important event.

You don’t wait for his response, his body language gives you the green light to approach the needy boy. You push together his spreaded legs - caging his hard dick between them - to kneel on the chair and position yourself over his thighs. His hands quickly find your hips, halting you to shimmy closer to his aching member.

‘Maybe we shouldn’t.’ He puffs out the words, already struggling to hold back his needs and pulling you closer, feeling your body against his.

‘Or maybe we just have to give in finally and stop denying what we both feel and want.’ You separate his hands from your body, intertwining your fingers and pushing his hands above his head. The way the muscles in his arms ripple by the movement makes you even hornier. You slide forward in his lap, sitting right on his dick. Both of you sigh from satisfaction, enjoying the torturous friction between your bodies.

‘Tell me, who were you thinking of when those pornographic sounds left your pretty lips?’ You whisper the question directly to his ear, following the wake of the goosebumps traveling down the side of his neck. You shift your hips, pressing your crotch into his more, coating the inside of your pants with your juices. You’re so turned on, if you have to wait longer, you might combust. Lando is just as gone, head tilted back showing off his thick, muscular neck, teeth digging into his lower lip. He wiggles under you, can’t help but search for more contact. He thrusts his hips upwards, pushing the fabric to your wet folds.

‘You… fuck! You’re the protagonist in my wet dreams.’ His pants get even more uncomfortable as his dick wants to be released from the painful but sweet pressure.

‘What a privilege! What was in your pretty mind today? Let’s see if we can turn your fantasies into a reality.’ You leave wet, sloppy kisses along his jawline and down his neck to suck an obnoxiously purple mark on his collarbone.

‘My dick shoved into your warm mouth, you riding me fast and hard.’ His voice hitches in his throat as you quicken the rhythm of your hips and grind your clothed pussy over his mouth-watering length.

‘Hmmm… vivid imagination there Mr. Norris.’ You slide off his lap to get on your knees, running your fingers up from his ankles over his trembling thighs to the waist of his pants. You tap his right side to make him lift up his lower body. He understands the assignment, and helps you push the material down his toned legs. His dick springs free, slapping against his lower abdomen, sticking to his extraordinarily orange t-shirt. ‘No underwear. You’re a filthy man, Lan.’

A shriek echoes through the quiet room as you wrap your hand around his member, circling your thumb over his tip, smudging his pre-cum. You trace the prominent vein on the underside of his cock with featherlight touches before finally grasping the base. In a teasing measure, you blow cold air onto his wet tip, causing him to writhe under your touch. You stick your tongue out to get a taste of him, licking up his whole length, and fluttering your eyelashes innocently as you lock eyes with his hooded ones, almost closed by the overstimulation you torture him with.

‘Please.’ You understand perfectly what he asks from you. Hearing him beg gives you the upper hand that causes a big grin to break across your face. You finally push him through the threshold of your lips, descending onto him torturously slow. He buckles his hip upwards to shove his dick deeper and faster into your sloppy opening.

You detach yourself from him, sitting back before declaring your disapproval of his action. ‘Be a good boy and stop moving, I’m in charge here. Bad boys don’t get what they want.’ He pouts his lips in apology, not trusting his voice to speak up. ‘Are you a good boy, Lando?’ He nods rapidly, painfully pushing his lower half upwards, silently asking for you to get back to pleasure him.

You could be cruel and deny him, edging him crazy after misbehaving but you’re just as turned on as him, pleased by having power over him. You lean forward yet again to get him inside your mouth. While you have experience with blowjobs, Lando’s sporting the biggest dick you’ve ever had the delight of playing with. You get as much of him as you can down your throat but leave your hand around the other half of him. He desperately wants to comb his fingers into your hair to be in control but he remembers your warning just a few minutes ago which makes him change his mind and claw the edge of his chair instead.

You feel his impatience and quicken your bobbing up and down to get him closer to his release. The sounds he makes are music to your ears, urging you to go even faster and deeper. You feel him hitting the back of your throat, making you gag slightly. Tears roll down your cheeks, saliva coating your chin, the stretch is almost unbearable but you don’t stop until you hear his cries.

‘F-fuck…. I-I’m so close, r-right there!’ His fingers are digging into the leather of his seat, strangled noises filling the place as he chases his orgasm. You pull off his spit soaked dick leaving him panting. A disappointed whine breaks free deep from his lungs. ‘Why did you do that? I was a good boy.’ He raises his hand to help himself to release but you slap it away, making him moan in frustration.

‘The only way you’re going to cum today is deep inside me.’ You get undressed at neck breaking speed, way too eager to have his thick dick pulsating between your walls. You grab the hem of his shirt to pull over his upper body, wanting to see every inch of his olive skin. You lead your gaze over the rippling muscles of his abs and pecs, his blissed out eyes ogling your nakedness, fighting the urge to grab your hips and force you to take your well deserved seat.

You don't hesitate much longer, placing your knees either side of his thighs and hovering over that prettily arching cock of his. You grasp it to slide the crown between your folds, dripping your fluids all over it before pushing it through your entrance.

Both of you sigh at the feeling of being connected the most intimate way possible. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, sinking your nails into his flesh to balance yourself.

‘You’re deliciously tight. Just for me.’ He buries his sweaty face into your neck, biting down the side of it, marking you up as his. ‘It’s unfair that you’re still wearing a shirt… C-can I take it off, please?’ He learned his lesson to ask before acting, not ready to be left abandoned when he’s so close to have you and making his most recent fantasy come true.

You hiss in response, can’t really think about anything else but his dick buried deep in you. He skilfully free you from your loose T-shirt, revealing your lace, papaya-coloured bra. Your nipples are so hard that they’re poking through the thin fabric, asking to be touched and caressed. You sit on him, motionless, enjoying the feeling for a little longer before moving your hips up at snail pace, almost letting his dick slide out before slapping down on his full length, crying out by the stretch. ‘S-shit! You’re so much bigger than I thought!’

‘You can take it baby.’ He flexes his hips to glide further inside. If you weren’t already fucked out, you’d scold him for taking back a bit of control, but your sense of reasoning is out of the window, your mind is blank. ‘I wanna touch you so bad, may I?’

You want to reject his request but your movements start to get sloppier as tiredness takes over your body. You continue riding him at a slow speed while whimpering your answer into his ear.

It takes him no time to slide his big hands to your ass, grabbing and slapping the skin raw. He leans his head towards one of your standing nipples, flicking his tongue over the bud once or twice before taking it between his lips to suck on it properly for good measure. Now you’re the one turning into a trembling mess, all your senses are on fire by the touch of the boy underneath you. He helps you move up and down on his cock, getting closer to both of your orgasms.

Lando thrusts up to meet your rhythm, earning a high pitched moan as a response. His mind is spinning, wanting nothing more than to make you come on his cock. His lips find your collarbone, grazing his teeth over the sensitive spot before sucking a mark over it, matching with the one you left on him earlier. One of his hands slip down from your ass cheek, his index finger putting pressure on your asshole, rounding over the tight rim a few times before slowly moving inside.

Your breath hitches, the sudden action pushing you over the edge. You reach your climax, shouting Lando’s name, biting down into his shoulder. Your clenching walls milk him perfectly, shooting his load in long stripes deep inside you.

You peck the side of his neck while trying to slow down your rapid breathing. The fact that you fucked your best friend just registers in your mind, and you are afraid to raise your head and look into his eyes. You don’t want to see his regret and disgust.

‘You have my mark on you, now you’re mine and only mine. No one can get their hands on you anymore.’ His hand strokes your messy hair, gently pulling you away from his neck to stare back at you lovingly. The love and affection sparkes in his green eyes, warming your whole body and making your heart skip a beat.

He seals his promise with a sweet kiss, not wanting to deepen it before he cleans you up and has you all to himself comfortably in his bed.

‘Let’s take a bath and tuck you in in my bed.’ His smile makes you turn into mush, letting him pick you up and take you to the bathroom. You only wrap your legs around his tiny waist and arms around his neck, sliding your fingers through his messy curls and kissing his swollen lips.

‘Love you Lando!’ His gaze softens as he looks down at your sleepy, half closed eyelids.

‘Love you too, more than anything!’ He couldn’t be happier that he didn’t hold back that day on stream, letting all of his horniness show on main, filling his mind and eventually turning you on to make the first move. The beginning of something beautiful and lasting forever.

[witchwyfe]

❛ c’mere, you. ❜ and rooster if you don't mind! xo

Bradley (rooster) Bradshaw x reader

“C’mere, you.”

thanks bestie 💞

For as big as Bradley’s bed is, you wake up--and go to sleep--with him wrapped around you every time you sleepover.

And for as close as he is, he still somehow manages to steal the blankets.

This particular morning is worse than usual. 

Bradley’s got the whole duvet and both blankets you’d stacked on top, on his body. All you’re left with is the measly sheet, and you’re shivering. The fall chill seems to make its way through the cracked window more than it normally does.

You groan, shoving at his big shoulder, frowning when he doesn’t move a muscle. 

“Hey B,” You say, louder than you need to. “Wake up.”

Now he groans, burrowing further underneath the covers.

“Bradley!” You whine, tugging at the blanket.

“What?” He croaks, sleep still clinging to his voice. 

“Gimme some covers, you took them all.”

“Oh shit,” He says, like he didn’t notice. How can he not?

“You’re a blanket hog.”

“Shoulda been closer, then.” He teases. “How you’d get out of my arms anyway?”

“Shut up, give me a blanket.”

He smiles, stretching an arm out of his blanket cloak to stroke your cheek. “C’mere, you, my pretty girl.” He chuckles when he gets a smile out of you. “Yeah, my pretty girl hm? Y’look so gorgeous in the morning.”

You roll your eyes at his sweet words, despite the sweetness dripping over your heart like warm honey. You roll over right into his waiting arms, snuggling up against his bare chest.

“Mhm,” He hums in content. “Much better.”

© witchwyfe 2022. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

[lola-theshowgrl]

It's always "be realistic, the real world isn’t like that and people only care about things that effect them directly" and never "it is the small, everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keeps the darkness at bay, small acts of kindness and love"

[starreo]

being BEACH HOUSE NEIGHBOURS w SATORU like bro imagine the amt of parties wtf they would literally be so loud!! and so many people going and coming in,, girls and guys always being so impressed w his large house and the amazing view,,

i would almost file a complaint ngl...but then he'd make me retract it by making it up to me for ruining my sleep n stuff,, hehe @hartoru are you listening?

[inchidentally]

It’s giving engineering student Oscar on the first day of his Motorsport internship!!!!!

(BFBFFBFBFB he's lucky he's so gd beautiful bc he rly said 'let me find the most boring backdrop I possibly ca--ooh is tha empty tarmac? perfect')

dj!escort!Lando is booked at MTC for a gig to unveil their new car and decides to scroll their socials while flying back from Vietnam w Martin. first he sees Oscar posing stiffly in the new odd shirtdress race suit and decides why not zoom in on it. who he at first thought was just some kid turns out to have a beautiful slim waist and mile long legs under the suit. pretty little hands too. oh and the face... is very good. defined jaw and cheekbones, cute nose, pretty brown eyes. the kind of soft hair you want to run your fingers through after sex. the mouth is more intriguing than he'd first thought. pretty pink lips and sort of pouty. would probably turn hot pink after being kissed for an hour. maybe even a blood red after blowing Lando in the-- damn. Lando has to adjust himself and close out the photos.

so maybe he spends the rest of the plane ride ignoring the rest of the guys by going to this Oscar Piastri's accounts. gets absolutely stuck on a picture he'd posted that day with a middle aged emoji and terrible photo composition. but god if the pretty face and mussed soft hair doesn't more than make up for it. he looks like he's had nothing but vanilla sex, safe amounts of alcohol and the only excitement in his life is driving F1 cars. which to be fair looks fucking amazing.

but Oscar deserves to get wild sometimes. deserves to get absolutely wrecked. because from what Lando can tell, the guy almost never takes time off unless its to visit his family Australia. if he's not racing then he's in the simulator or he's in meetings or training. and god, the body he has under those team issued clothes. lean and strong in the arms and legs and waist but surprisingly thick and curvy in the ass and pecs. Lando can picture all that pale skin stretched out on his hotel bed, turning pink wherever Lando's big tan hands grope him. how embarrassed he'd get when Lando squeezes an entire pec in his hands and draws a nipple into his mouth. the cute way he'd flush up and probably throw a hand over his eyes when Lando slung each of the boy's knees over his shoulders and gave him a perineum beard burn he'd feel for days.

Lando startles when one of the road crew knocks over an entire bottle of champagne. by the time he looks back at the awkwardly smiling photo of Oscar out in wherever the hell he was, doing testing or whatever, Lando feels almost ashamed about what he has planned for this nerdy kid who clearly has no idea how hot he is.

but when he finally meets Oscar in person and realizes the boy has at least three inches height on him - most of which seems to run in his legs - Lando gives him a sharktooth grin, a thorough once over that has the boy blushing pink, and ignores everything the weird American dude is saying to him.

[sunriseabram]

Summary: Every single time Neil goes to sleep, he watches Andrew die a brutal death. No matter how hard he tries, he is powerless to save him.

Or 5 times Neil deals with his nightmares alone, and the 1 time he leans on Andrew for help.

Inspired by this animatic by @wuzeio

[prettiestlovergirl]

PRETTY GIRL

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; demeter!reader; light bondage; corruption kink; bathroom mirror sex; bareback; fingering; light edging; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it)

a/n: loosely inspired by this booktok post i saw about the fmc wearing ribbons in her hair & the mmc using one to tie her hands behind her back and fuck her, sooooo. this was kinda shit but shhhhh. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

whenever people had to describe you, they'd always mention the pretty ribbons you wore in your hair.

it was like your signature look, you always had some matching ribbon tied up into your hair some way with every outfit.

luke castellan was especially fond of the ribbons, they just accentuated how sweet and innocent you were. you were probably the purest thing he'd ever laid eyes on and he wanted nothing more than to be the one to ruin you.

he felt dirty, evil, for wanting to corrupt someone so sweet, almost angelic, like you, but when you showed up late to your regularly scheduled training session out of breath, with flushed cheeks, a basket of strawberries, and a pretty green ribbon tying up your hair... he couldn't bring himself to care anymore.

you'd been just so apologetic, explaining that you and a couple of your siblings decided to go strawberry picking and lost track of time, but all luke could focus on was your plump, pouty lips and imagining what they would look like around his cock. his cock twitched at the thought.

of course, he reassured you that it was okay, that you didn't need to stress. "relax, pretty girl. i get it." he'd cooed, reaching out end tucking a loose lock of hair behind your ear.

you'd been instantly relieved, thankful, that he was being so sweet about your slip up. when he offered to let you use the hermes cabin bathroom to clean the dirt off your face, you obviously told him yes.

luke was always so helpful when it came to you. your knight in shining armor, you once called him. he just always seemed to be there in your moments of distress, knowing just want to say every single time.

all of this led to right now, your body pressed against the bathroom counter, your eyes on luke's in the mirror as he lifted your orange camp tee off your figure and dropped it on the floor.

"fuck..." he groaned instantly, your pretty green bra matching the ribbon still holding your hair up in place. "so fucking gorgeous." he cooed in your ear, making you shiver as he pressed his lips to your neck.

"y-you're sure this is okay?" you asked, glancing over at the door nervously as he kissed down to your collarbone. he sunk his teeth into the skin, making you gasp and moan out.

he marked you as his, creating the first impure mark on your body that only he and the gods would ever know was there.

"i promise, pretty girl. 'm just helping you relax. you were so stressed earlier." luke hummed, squeezing your hip gently to reassure you that everything was okay, that this was all for you.

you nodded, relaxing into his grip as he brought his lips back down to your shoulder. his free hand snaked up your front, pulling your bra down and instantly wrapping his hand around your boob, squeezing.

you moaned out louder, your back arching into him as you leaned your head against his chest. your eyes squeezed shut while he watched your face in the mirror contorting with pleasure.

this went on and on until he was absolutely satisfied with the amount of hickeys on your shoulder and you were a moaning mess against him, your pussy practically dripping through your shorts.

"you're doing so good, pretty girl." he murmured as he brought both of his hands down to take care of your jeans, letting them drop along with your panties and moaning at the view.

your inner thighs were soaked in your own arousal and luke's cock twitched at the sight. he wanted to just fuck you right now, but once again he needed to be patient. if he moved too fast n hurt you, you'd never want to do this again, and that was something he couldn't risk.

he spread your legs out a bit wider, encouraging you to hold onto the counter. "no one's ever touched you here, yeah?" he asked, his voice a bit breathy as he looked at how your pretty pussy looked in the mirror.

"uh-huh." you nodded, your own voice breathy as his fingers reach down and spread your pussy open. "no one but you" you reassured, moaning out as he gently slid a finger inside, your walls instantly clenching around it as you watched in the mirror.

fuck, you were so tight around just one of his fingers, luke couldn't wait to feel how you'd clench around his cock. just the thought made his dick get even harder, if that was even possible.

you gripped onto the counter even tighter with one arm while the other latched onto him. the intrusion was a brand-new feeling to you, but one you certainly enjoyed.

"o-oh, gods!" you moaned, unintentionally grinding down against his hand as he began to pump it inside of you. you whimpered and moaned out, nails digging into his arm and making him hiss in pleasure at the sting. look at you, marking him back.

it wasn't long until you were sagging back against him, forcing your eyes to stay open and watch through your lashes as his finger moved in and out of your pussy.

you became a moaning mess, grinding against him as you started to feel a knot tightening in your core. "mm, luke, i f-feel something!" you gasped, bucking your hips against him. he pulled his finger out, making you whine instantly as your cunt clenched around nothing.

"luke!" you whined, biting the inside of your cheek as you suddenly felt so empty without his finger inside of you. "relax, pretty girl. 'm gonna take good care of you." he cooed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as you pouted but nodded.

he reached his hand up to your hair, tugging the green fabric holding it up and pulling until the knot came undone, your hair falling down over your shoulders.

"what are you doing?" you asked, your brow furrowed sweetly as he held the ribbon his hand. "just trust me, baby. you do trust me, right?" he asked, giving you his own mocking pout.

"'course..." you nodded, still so confused until he grabbed your hands and started to tie them behind your back. you wanted to ask more questions, but you didn't want him to think you didn't trust him! so you obediently let him tie a knot.

"that's my good girl." he praised, hiding his smirk at how much you really did trust him. "now, this is gonna hurt a bit, pretty girl, but i promise after a minute it's gonna feel so good." he murmured while he fisted his cock.

"o-okay..." you nodded, nervous butterflies fluttering around your stomach as you felt his tip slowly start to probe your entrance. "fuck!" you cried, your eyes screwing shut and your face contorting in pain as he slowly started filling you up.

"fuck, l-luke, you're too.. fuck, you're too big!" you whined, tears welling up in your eyes as you tugged against the fabric binding your hands together.

luke had instantly groaned upon entering your warm, wet pussy. he'd barely got a quarter of his cock in, your pussy far too tight and squeezing him. he wanted nothing more than to push in and start thrusting, but he had to be good, for your sake. at least, this time.

"just gotta breathe, pretty girl. need you to relax." he grunted, straining with the effort to stay still. you whined more, but once his hand connected with your swollen clit, you started to relax.

he pushed in more and more until finally, he was all the way in and your cunt stretched to fit him. "oh, fuck, fuck!" you moaned out, eyes fluttering shut as he finally started to thrust in and out of you.

you were still clenching around him, your puffy walls clinging to his cock like a vice while he held you hands behind your back. he moaned as he got rougher, finally just unable to help himself. you were too wet, too tight, too fucking good to keep moving so slow.

"tell me you're mine." he commanded as his thrusts got a bit harsher, his grip on your hips tightening as you whined out. "fuck, fuck, 'm all yours! all yours!"

he thrusted quick and rough, his eyes firmly glued to the mirror so he could watch the way your wet pussy created a creamy white ring around his cock when he thrusted into you.

this went on and on until you started to feel that same knot building up again, your hips bucking against his as he thrusted. "f-fuck, luke, it's h-happening again!" you moaned, his thrusts getting faster and faster until finally, you came on his cock, soaking him in your juices.

he continued to thrust faster and rougher, now chasing his own high as you whined over the sensitivity. "fuck, baby, fuck, pussy's just so fucking good!" he moaned, until finally he pulled out and covered your back and arms in ropes of his cum.

you all but collapsed against him, panting heavily as you turned to bury your face into his neck. he held you just like this until you caught your breath and came down from your high.

eventually, you both got cleaned up and redressed, your legs already sore as you walked out hand and hand.

you hadn't noticed at the time, but your pretty green ribbon never made it back into your hair. instead, it was tied neatly around luke's free wrist, making sure everybody knew exactly who you belonged to.

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

[twinkodium]

how do u think oscar would feel about hittin it from the back

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃-𝑒𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 (𝒪𝒫)

ᥫ᭡ Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Fem!reader

ᥫ᭡ Warning: ‼️ unprotected rough sex, slight choking, bruised body parts, jealous!Oscar 😉 ‼️

ᥫ᭡ Genre: Smut

ᥫ᭡ Word count: 3,1K

ᥫ᭡ A/N: first ever smut, pls be nice to me 🥺 let me down gently okay? (I’ve struggle a lot to write the sex scene…🥴) All kind of comments are appreciated just don’t be rude. I’d like to learn and improve, so encouraging everyone who reads this to reach out if you have any opinions 😘 big shoutout to my girl @lattesqueeze for beta reading, helping and supporting me through this journey 🧡

‼️+18 content under the cut! Minors, please, do not interact ‼️

You’re his date for a fancy event neither of you want to attend, but it’s obligatory. You’re wearing a tight, sleeveless dress that hugs and compliments your body perfectly, with all your curves emphasized by the dark blue, half-length dress, ending just above your knees. Matching it with pretty black heels makes your legs look insanely long. You’re extremely pretty, such a gorgeous sight. Oscar can’t keep his eyes off you all night, completely turned on and trying his best not to drag you into a dark room and bend you over on whatever furniture is available. You’re no better either. You can’t resist ogling him in his fancy and perfectly tailored suit. The black material sharpens his usually soft features, turning him into a breath-takingly handsome hottie. His crisp, white shirt stretches and pulls slightly over his toned torso with his every move. You prefer traditional ties over bow ties, it’s easier to grab onto, to pull Oscar down for a kiss. Fluffy, longer hair frames his round face, his fringe falling across his eyes as he walks.

Unfortunately, Oscar’s not the only one noticing your breathtaking beauty. He swears he only left your side for ten seconds, but a guy is already plastered to you, checking you out like you’re a piece of meat he’s about to devour. Jealousy and anger run through his veins as he quickly walks back to you. Possessively pulling you to his side, he presses a kiss to your temple before looking at the guy. He levels the stranger with a frown and a single arched eyebrow, waiting patiently for an answer, or at least an introduction of who the hell he is. You bite your lower lip looking at his handsome face, all hot and overprotective. Your desire for him is off the scale, your panties already soaked. You have to focus so hard to contain yourself and not let out a moan. Oscar reads your body language easily, knows exactly how flushed and needy you are.

The flirtatious man is long forgotten as Oscar navigates you through the maze of well-known and popular figures in the motorsport world. His anger didn’t disappear fully, only urging him to get you home as soon as possible. He needs to release his frustration in the best way he knows how. A shiver runs down his spine thinking about all the naughty things he’s going to do to you right after you step into your shared apartment. If you’re confused by his urgent need for leaving the event, you don’t mention it, way too excited to get your hands on him. Who would have thought seeing him all cleaned up nicely in a suit and worked up by jealousy would have this much effect on you? Barely able to stand on your own, your legs are already shaking from anticipation and he hasn’t even touched you yet, just keeping his hand on your lower back.

A little yelp leaves your mouth as Oscar lifts you up against the door, pushing it closed with your back. He wastes no time before attacking your lips like a starved animal. You bring your hand up to the back of his head, combing your fingers through the soft, fluffy hair on the nape of his neck, lightly tugging on it. His lips part with a sweet moan, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. His hands work their magic on your body, helping you ride up your tight dress to wrap your legs around his slim waist pressing your bodies even more together. Your tongues never stop fighting for dominance, although you are clearly losing the battle in your blissed out, foggy minded state. The way he bites into your lower lip knocks the remaining air out of your lungs.

You have to break the kiss to tilt your head back against the door behind you to catch your breath. He doesn’t hesitate to press open-mouthed, sloppy kisses along your jawline, down one side of your neck then up on the other, sucking a blooming red bruise onto your collarbone and licking it right after to soothe the delicious pain. You can’t do anything but pant against him, letting him do whatever he pleases to do with you. He doesn’t hold back either, leaving love bites all over neck to mark his territory, to show everyone who you belong to. His hands sit on both of your bare thighs, caressing your soft skin, drawing small, rhythmic circles with his thumbs, making you even dizzier. His hips relentlessly rocking forwards, thrusting his already hard dick against your clothed pussy.

‘O-oscar, please…’ Your raspy voice leaves your mouth in a prayer, begging him to finally touch you where you need him the most. Your chest arches towards his muscular torso as the hot pleasure takes over your overstimulated body.

You feel against your bruised skin how a smug grin spreads across his pretty face, thoroughly enjoying the reactions he can draw out of you. He drags his hands up your back, pulling you closer. His patience is starting to wear thin, as you feel him already clawing at your zipper to get you out of the dress as he guides you towards the bedroom. You take your turn to lay your swollen lips on his thick, delicious neck, biting on his Adam's apple and licking at the two moles you love so much. You slide your wet mouth lower on his flesh, leaving behind a matching mark on his collarbone. His knees buckle, almost dropping you midway when you slip your tongue over the purplish bruise and along the length of the bone.

He gently sits you down at the edge of the bed, peeling the already crumpled dress off your delicate body. Cold air hits your heated body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Oscar positions himself between your opened legs, looking down at his gorgeous, completely breathtaking girlfriend. Lust fills his usually soft big doe eyes as he admires your half-naked glory, eyes roaming across your face and flitting down to your perky tits, where your hardened nipples are ready to be kissed and sucked. However, Oscar has other plans and will take care of them later tonight. You let out a strangled sound, extremely impatient to have his hands back on your body and struggling to resist the handsome man standing before you. You extend your hands to palm at his dick over his suit trousers, earning a growl in exchange. You bring your face closer, running your wet mouth over the tight outline, so geared up to wrap your lips around his thick cock. Your hums send a shockwave through his whole figure, and he shoves his lower half more towards you, pleased by how you take over and eagerly jump on him if he teases you for too long. He lets himself drink in the moment a little longer before he runs his thumb along your jawline grabbing your chin to pull your head away from his aching member. You want to protest, but his firm hold on your face tells you not to. His thumb glides across your bottom lip, slightly pulling it down. The urge to push his thumb into your mouth and order you to suck on it is so intense, it’s clouding his judgment for just a second. But he can’t wait any longer to take you in the way he imagined it when that asshole approached you earlier. Jealousy rears its ugly head once again.

‘Another time.’ He licks his red inflamed lips seductively. ‘Go on all fours for me babe, let me see your pretty ass.’

You consider disobeying him, already burning with the visual of him manhandling you into the position. You think better of it eventually, but not before you flick your tongue on his thumb that he never quite got around to removing from your lower lip. You even let an innocent smile spread across your face when his fierce gaze finds yours, biting back a chuckle at how worked up he is while he is the one who has been playing with you all night and overstimulating you like crazy. You crawl on the bed finally, positioning yourself the way he asked you to, laying your forearms on the clean duvet and pushing your round ass in the air. You catch a needy groan from where he is standing, you peek over your shoulders to send him a wink signaling to him to get on with it.

He’s a racing driver for a reason, getting out of his clothes at record speed, almost beating the fastest McLaren pit-stop time. The bed dips under his weight, and you feel his body heat right behind you warming your skin even more. His brown eyes connect with the sight of your soaked through lace panties, revealing your perfectly pink slit he’s dying to dive into. He breathes softly on it for good measure, bringing a whiny sob out of you.

Oscar positions his knees right between yours, pushing your legs apart a little more to grant himself better access. He runs his right hand along your spine, letting his longer nails scratch at your skin, not hard enough to leave prints but still just enough to make you shiver and squirm under his enormous hand. His left hand paws at both of your ass cheeks repeatedly, smacking them firmly before switching sides. You were never known for your patience at the best of times, and by now had clearly had enough of his little games trying to take control as you bump your ass against his stiff cock.

‘NO MORE PLAYING, PLEASE!’ You struggle to push yourself up, reaching behind you to tug at your undies. Your whole body is shaking, begging for relief, aching to have him inside you at last. He playfully swats away your hands, refusing to let you be in charge. It’s his time to shine, to show he’s the only one who make you scream his name loudly enough that the whole world can hear, to make you remember who fucked you so hard when you barely can walk the next day.

He had his own fair share of fantasies for being rough with you, but always shook it off thinking you’d not be into such cruel acts. In reality, he couldn’t be more wrong. You’re so aroused your fluids are already running down the inside of your thighs. Your thong is so ruined he decides it’s easier to just rip it apart. It can’t be saved anyway. Your foggy mind couldn’t care less, just wanting to feel him so badly it hurts you, both physically and mentally.

Knees about to give up on you, you let out a whimper when he sinks his teeth into your left cheek before lifting himself up. He strokes his hard dick once or twice, running his thumb over the reddened tip, spreading precum all over it. He arranges himself at your entrance, pushing into your velvety walls without any warning, bottoming you out. His hand finds its way to the back of your neck, gripping it from behind to push your face more into the mattress choking out your breathy moans. You can’t take it anymore, circling your hips to urge him on. He sighs with pleasure as he grasps your hip forcefully, setting a neck-breakingly fast pace, making you sob loudly into the bedding under you. His hold on your neck tightens, nails biting into your sensitive and bruised skin, buckling your hips backwards from ecstasy. Your hardened nipples slide on the duvet with every move he makes, stimulating you and blinding your vision.

‘Fuck, you feel amazing. And only mine!’ A light sheen of sweat is forming on his body, but it doesn’t stop him from hitting your spot over and over again earning the most beautiful sound out of your mouth in return. You never thought the innocent looking Aussie, your sweet boy with his love for vanilla sex, could be so possessive, so incredibly hot and demeaning while fully in control.

Your strength leaves your body, so desperately wanting to come, so on the edge it takes your breath away. Oscar throws his head back, taking every bit of pleasure you're able to give him. He catches a glimpse of your figures in the mirror standing in the further corner, right in front of you. His obsessive mind creates a wonderful idea of how not to let you forget who is pounding into you. He runs his fingers into your messy, long hair, gripping a handful of your locks to lift your head up.

'Eyes on us, sweetheart. Be a good girl and watch yourself being railed.' His raspy voice skyrockets your pulse; the Australian accent cuts through the steamy room adding yet another to the pile of reasons to lose your mind.

It should be embarrassing to see your own reflection while being devoured, but focus remains solely on Oscar. Your clouded eyes never stray from taking in the sight of him - messy hair pointing in all directions, some of his locks sticking to his damp pretty face; rosy blush permanently on his cheeks, highlighting his fair complexion; red stained kissable lips agape, a line of spit connecting them together. His impressive neck is on show whenever he tilts his head backwards to let out an obscene, almost pornographic moan. Sweat covers his broad, muscular chest, droplets snaking their way down his upper body and towards the area where the two of you are connected. The pooling sweat makes your skin sticky, which would be disgusting in any other setting, but here and now, it’s a big turn-on instead. His muscles flex as he thrusts his hips into yours. The wet, slapping sounds get louder and louder with every move he makes as he picks up the pace even more, filling you completely in the best way possible. Your neck aches from the weird angle of your body squished into the bed, but you are able to ignore it as your senses are in overdrive with the feeling of Oscar's movement and the hot view in the mirror combined.

'Osc… I'm sooooo close!' You feel the familiar clench in your stomach. You rasp out a whine as your orgasm hits you hard and fast, making your eyes involuntarily flutter shut. Unable to keep your head upright, you flop forwards into the bed. Your walls are clenching on Oscar's dick inside you, sending him over the edge too, filling you with his cum.

He lays his sweat-covered chest on your back, holding himself up so as not to crush you with his much bigger frame. He presses a sweet kiss between your shoulder blades, wrapping a hand around your waist to flip you over to your back. He's not ready to pull out of you yet, taking his time to cherish your closeness. His gaze has lost its fire, only love and adoration staring back at you from his soft brown eyes.

Oscar buries his face into your neck, mumbling sweet nothings, of how much you mean to him. He worships your body with light kisses. He goes all soft for you like he didn't rock your whole world just minutes ago. You hand massaging his head gently on the back of his neck, he pushes his cheeks deeper, closer to your warmth. His breath evens out, indicating that he's close to falling asleep on you. But, to your surprise, he starts talking.

'I'm sorry if I was too rough.' He whispers into your neck apologetically, and goosebumps awaken by the feeling of his breath on your tender skin.

‘If I had known before that jealousy brings out the animalistic side of you, I’d have flirted with guys left and right just to get wild rounds with you.’ A high-pitched chuckle leaves your lips as his teeth graze over the most purple hickey, protesting against your idea.

‘If you want our sex life spicier, just ask. I’m open for suggestions.’ He’s not keen to have any men around you with grabby hands. You’re his and only his. Your mind is already racing through all of your fantasies you’ve held back, anxious to not scare him away with all the kinks you’d like to explore.

Eventually, Oscar slowly slides out of you, making you hiss in the process. A few drops of his cum blemish the freshly changed cover. He kisses your cheek as an apology and kneels on the bed to head into the bathroom. He stops for a second next to the bed, tracing your perfect body with his eyes. He has no idea how he was able to bag such a gorgeous and adorable human being, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

You can’t help but ogle his retreating backside. His shoulder to waist ratio always leaves you speechless, no matter how many times you’ve seen it before. Oh, and his peachy ass, the star of the show. He carries a whole bakery down there, multiple cakes combined but seems to be oblivious about it. Everyone else is flat like a wall when he stands next to them sporting that gigantic ass.

He’s wearing tight boxer shorts when he gets back to bed, a damp and lukewarm towel in hand to clean away the mess he has caused. You’re still very sensitive everywhere, but his gentle touches only relax you to the extent you almost drift off the sleep. He leaves to drop off the dirty towel, and returns with one of his big T-shirts for you to sleep in. He dresses you with care, trying to avoid pressing on any of your newly-formed bruises.

His guilt resurfaces as he counts the marks on your perfect body. He had no intention of hurting you but he let his emotions get the worse of him. You see the change in his mood, and immediately know exactly what’s going on inside his pretty head.

‘Stop overthinking it. I might be sore as hell, but I would do it all over again if I wasn’t exhausted and about to fall asleep.’ Your reassurance calms the impending storm in his mind.

You climb under the duvet, waiting patiently to feel the mattress dip and his warmth press up against your back. He wraps his arm around you, sliding it under the shirt to place it on your flat stomach. He pulls you as close as physically possible, and buries his face into your soft but messy hair, breathing your flowery scent in.

‘I love you Ossie.’ Your eyes are already heavy, and you accept that you can’t delay your sleep any longer.

‘I love you too, more than anything.’ He murmurs sweetly before dozing off to sleep as well.

[welcometololaland]

Are you ready to get (un)professional?

NOW COMPLETE

(UN)PROFESSIONAL SERVICES | CHAPTER 7/7 | TARLOS | E

Please see enclosed the seventh and final chapter of the unprofessional professional services Tarlos AU by @rmd-writes and I.

Thank you so much to @celeritas2997 for beta reading and for supervising our spiralling! 1000000 fruit baskets for you.

Chapter 1 - Identify the Lead

Chapter 2 - Connect with the Lead

Chapter 3 - Understand the Lead

Chapter 4 - Close the Deal (Part 1)

Chapter 5 - Close the Deal (Part 2)

Chapter 6 - Always have a Contingency Plan

Chapter 7 - Epilogue

As it turns out, the gods of the subway system are smiling down on TK today because their usual train is running just late enough for them to squeeze on at the last minute. He tries not to be too smug about it as he watches Carlos lean against the door of the packed carriage as it speeds through the tunnels, pretending to read the news on his phone.  He’s only made aware of the pretending part when Carlos looks up at him after a few minutes and whispers, “So, when can I return the favour?” Cottoning on to the innuendo, TK tries not to look too pleased and begs his body to behave – getting a hard on around so many people would be kind of problematic. “Tomorrow night,” he replies. “I’ll be expecting something good because that floor wasn’t easy on my knees.” Carlos fixes TK with a challenging look. “I’ll think about it,” he says softly. “I have time tonight, while I’m home alone with nothing else to do.” “I’m ditching my mom,” TK murmurs, trying to keep his tone conversational. “I just remembered I have plans.” “Mhm?” Carlos hums, evidently trying to retain the veneer of being politely engaged. “With your di—” “TK.” TK snorts. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, baby.”

Continue on Ao3

[witchwyfe]

Could I please request rooster + "just marry me already" ily and ty <3

Bradley (rooster) Bradshaw x female reader

“Just marry me already.”

ily!!! <3

They didn’t happen often, but when they did, beach days with Bradley were one of your favorites.

You’re stretched out on the towel now, boyfriend splayed in your lap, the back of his head at your chest, a human headrest.

Your fingers are threaded through his sun-streaked locks, massaging languidly. His fingers trace up and down your thigh softly, absent-mindedly. 

“Hey bubs?” You speak up after a while.

“Hmm?”

“Sunscreen.” You tell him, taking your hand out of his hair—eliciting a whine from him—and into your tote bag for your sunscreen.

He turns around to face you but doesn’t reach for the tube in your hand.

“Will you, do it?” He asks shyly, sliding his aviators off of his nose and pushing them into his hair.

“Only if you do it for me too.” You raise an eyebrow.

“Of course.” He smiles sweetly.

He closes his eyes expectantly, pushing his face towards you like a child. He hums softly when you spread the paste over his skin, softly rubbing it in.

When you stop, he pulls away, but your fingers lightly catch his jaw to tug him back. “C’mere babe, I missed a spot.”

“Christ, just marry me already.” He says under his breath.

“What?”

“What.” He processes, not even realizing he had spoken aloud. 

You hand him the sunscreen and lean forward. He waits until your eyes are closed to speak again.

“I said uh, just marry me already.” He speaks. “Like, I want to marry you.”

“This better not be your proposal.” You joke.

“It’s not.” He clears his throat nervously. “But if I was to propose, would you say yes?”

“We’ll see.” You tease him more, cracking an eye open to spot the pink traveling up his cheeks. You revel in his flustered state, your heart melting at the sight of it. 

“Baby,” He whines, throwing his head back a little. 

“Get me a ring and we’ll talk.”

“Way ahead of you, honey.”

© witchwyfe 2022. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Diane Ackerman. Robert Lowell. George Abbe. Anne Sexton. Lola Ridge. George Meredith. Sylvia Plath. Frederick Seidel. Charlotte Mew. Countee Cullen. Betty Adcock. Anne Sexton.

[impitoyable]

maybe a hot take but i actually dont like the fandoms perception noel all that much? like people, especially fic writers, will throw away nearly every aspect of his character in favor of “flamboyant twink” and it makes it really hard to find him interesting for lack of a better term

[bl00d-bunny]

white lace - steve harrington

-pairing- steve harrington x fem!reader

-summary- steve walks in on you changing and things get a bit heated

-warnings- smut minors dni!!, general smuttiness, unprotected p in v (be smart, wrap it!), oral (fem receiving)

-word count- 1.7k

-additional notes- none

18+ minors do not interact!

the door was ajar, he really didn’t mean for it to open. you were just taking so long and when he knocked the door opened itself. you hadn’t heard him, he was going to say something but all the words seemed to tangle in his throat when he saw you in front of him. maybe it was the way the sun hit your skin or your blissful ignorance of his stare, but you looked ethereal. absolutely breathtaking. the white lace of your underwear hugged your skin in all the places he so desperately wanted to touch.

you knew he was there. you heard his gentle knock but waited for him to say something, do something, anything. his eyes warmed your skin, they burnt a trail up the backs of your legs, lingering on your lace-covered ass, before continuing to the curve of your back. everywhere, you yearned for his touch.

“like the view, harrington” you teased, finally turning to give him a view of your front

“shit ‘m sorry,” he mumbled, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“chill out steve, it’s basically a bathing suit,” you shrugged, hoping to appear casual. you knew it wasn’t basically a bathing suit. the matching white lace set was a far cry from the colourful one-piece he’d seen you in around the pool.

steve knew it too. it was already hard enough keeping his eyes off you at the pool, but now… it was impossible. completely and utterly impossible. he couldn’t help but stand there like a fool, drinking in your figure.

“stop gawking,” now it was your turn to blush, his stare shattering your confidence.

“i’m not gawking,” he finally crossed the threshold into your room.

“sure looks like it,” you turned to your draws unable to stand there so vulnerable to him any longer.

you heard the door click shut, “i’m admiring,” he was right behind you now, his voice just above a whisper. his fingers pushed your hair over one shoulder, exposing your ear and neck, barely touching you but setting your skin ablaze.

“you’re a work of art, y/n” his breath was hot on your neck as his hand gently tangled into your hair. you closed your eyes, leaning into his hand, wishing this moment would last an eternity. his opposite hand came to rest at your waist as he laid a feather-like kiss between your neck and shoulder. you released a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

“breathe darling,” he kissed a little further up, you tried your best to control your breathing.

he continued his journey of kisses up your neck, “you have no idea how long i’ve waited to do this,” he nipped at your ear lobe. then he moved the kisses along your jaw turning you around in his arms.

face to face with him now you couldn’t meet his eyes. although his hands held you close your eyes fell to his shirt,watching his chest rise and fall with each breath, waiting to see what he did next.

steve took your chin between his fingers, forcing your gaze upward, only he wasn’t looking into your eyes, he was focused on your slightly parted lips. before you knew it his lips were on yours and just as quick they were gone. steve pulled back, his hand cradling your cheek. his eyes darken as he gauges your reaction. you’re not sure what reaction he was expecting or what reaction your face showed but you could feel the reaction that one kiss caused all over your body, your heart hammering so hard in your chest you’re sure he could hear it, the breath was stolen from your lungs.

your lips tingled for more, so they took more. before you could overthink it you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him close, attacking his lips with your own. steve was taken aback but quickly found his footing, placing his hands on your bare waist. he took charge, guiding your lips with his own, bodies pressed close.

the force of the kiss gradually moved you backwards until you were stuck between your drawers and steve, not that you minded. his lips leaving yours though, that you minded, until he lifted you onto the drawers and connected his lips to your neck. you looked down at him as he started a journey of kisses along your lace-covered chest and you couldn’t help but smile.

he stopped his kisses once more between the valley of your breast, he looked up at you with a glimmer in his eyes, and you practically melted on the spot.

“can i?” it took you a moment to realise he was referring to the removal of your bra, his hand resting on the clasp at your back.

you nodded incapable of forming words. he stood straight to meet your eyes.

“tell me, darling,” he began kissing along your jaw again.

“take it off, steve” you breathed barely above a whisper

and so he did. in one swift movement the bra fell from your chest and you were exposed to him. he kneeled in front of you admiring your breasts, eyeing you ravenously. suddenly you felt self-conscious, without his lips to distract you from just how naked you were. as if he read your mind, steve came to devour your chest in sloppy kisses, his hands exploring every inch of your skin.

somewhere between the kisses steve removed his shirt, and he abandoned your chest to bring kisses to your lips. now it was your turn to let your hands explore. your senses overwhelmed, from his warm skin under your fingertips, his woodsy fresh scent filling your nostrils, his taste lingering on your lips, you wanted more. your hands reached for his belt but he stopped you.

“slow down, darling” he whispered in your ear before picking you up and laying you gently on your bed. now it was your turn to admire him, as he stood before you and removed his jeans. you leaned on your elbows as he came down to kiss you once more before working his way down your neck, your chest, and your stomach. he hovered over your clothed core before being a shower of sweet kisses along your inner thigh.

every kiss slightly closer to your wet centre, practically crying out for him. he kissed your lace-covered pussy and you let out a soft breath, almost a moan

“please, steve” he looked up at you, soaking in the way you said his name.

he hooked his fingers around the lace underwear and began peeling it off of you, leaving kisses in its wake.

once again he couldn’t stop himself from admiring you, the way you glistened in the light just for him. he was practically drooling at the sight of you. he placed a kiss to your dripping core eliciting a moan from your lips, a moan like music to his ears, just the encouragement he needs.

steve was a master with his tongue, you were almost coming undone. Your hands tugged at his hair as his tongue dipped inside you. before you knew it you felt the tension rising in your stomach, any second now and he would tip you over the edge into bliss.

you honestly couldn’t say what he was doing with his tongue but it felt like magic and when he brought his finger up to your clit it was game over. the slow agonising circles on your clit combined with the steady pace of his tongue were enough to transport you to paradise. you couldn’t help the moans and profanity that left your mouth as you clung to the bed sheets.

he looked up at you and he looked like an angel between you legs, lips shining in the light. he moved over you to connect your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

bodies pressed close, you bucked your hips and felt how hard he was. you reached down to palm him through his boxers cause a moan to grumble up his throat, making you wet as if you wasn’t wet enough already.

“stevie, i need you,” you whine against his lips.

you didn’t need to tell him twice, he removed his boxers, letting out a low growl as he stroked his length.

he readied himself at you entrancing, locking eyes with, as if he was giving you time to back out. you pulled him down roughly, kissing him hard, making sure he knew just how much you wanted him.

slowly at first, he pushed into you, allowing you adjust to his size. he moved agonisingly slow, almost removing his cock entirely before sinking in completely.

your hands on his back you pulled him close,

“fuck me,” you kissed to his ear.

he got the message and picked up the pace, thrusting deep and hard. his lips attacking your neck, one hand groping your breast, the other at you hip, you were seeing stars.

“jesus christ!” he found the sweet spot on your neck, causing you to cry out.

you hooked a leg on his hip as he gripped your ass, forcing himself deeper. your nails digging in to his back as you yelped his name.

“is this how you like it?” he punctuated with a thrust

“fuck…yes please, god,” you were a mess beneath him and he was loving every second of it. you bucked you hips into his desperate for the sweet release you knew was coming.

it wasn’t long before steve lost his rhythm, his thrust growing sloppy as he neared his own release.

“come for me darling,” he encouraged, pulling your earlobe between his teeth.

that was it, that was all you needed for everything to shatter, his ragged pace sent shockwaves across your body. your body throbbed with pleasure, you were at a loss for words. steve came not far behind you and collapsed a sweaty mess on top of you. you smoothed his dripping hair to one side and kissed his forehead.

“i guess you liked the underwear then?” you stroked his back softly.

“it looks better on the floor,” he mumbled into your skin

“you are so cliché, harrington,” you smiled, even though he couldn’t see it, he could hear it, and he smiled as well.