#my life goals would be simple

[myownprivatcidaho]

like eventually i want to be a history professor but. like do people go to like high ranking schools just for a bachelors to teach grade school history to kiddos

[gottagobuycheese]

“Well,” Crowley said, and shrugged. “Got you here, haven’t I? Seems like a stroke of luck to me.” He smiled, suddenly, a slightly lopsided grin.

Aziraphale, instinctively, smiled back. the many-venomed earth (Chapter 5): by @fremulon 

nothing like a fun murder mystery full of shenanigans and unnecessary feelings budding alliances set in 1930′s England to get the creative juices unstuck, am I right?  

[beauty-of-sins]

Hell, sometimes I gotta remind myself that the world is not as black/white that the internet makes it seem sometimes. I gotta remind myself that the world is grey and that situations can be complicated and that different ppl have different views of what’s right and what’s wrong. I don’t want to shame ppl into the same views that I have but offer a different perspective that they can learn from. That’s it’s okay and natural to make mistakes, yknow. It’s literally impossible to make the “right” decision all the god damn time.  

[knightofraguel]

me: makes a friend laugh

me, immediately: proudly repeats that joke in my head a million times like a dog parading around a stick they found

[albatris]

it occurs to me that I could just like........ actually write undertow

[sparklypunk]

I have these art ideas... Like for an animation but idk how to make animated art... Like i only know the traditional frame by frame idk how to use digital art man how am i to do the ART

[tardis--dreams]

Me: *writes the worst essay in the history of essay writing, knowing fully well that I'll fail*

Me: *actually fails*

Me:

[v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e]

i have now less than thirty minutes left only in the film i'm making subtitles for... i'm almost free

[astra-nomy]

ASTRA'S BEST ADVICE: a long post (summary at the bottom)

THE BEST ADVICE I CAN OFFER:

Stop learning and start applying. I cannot tell you how many months I spent scrolling through LOA websites and blogs, searching for that magical bit of advice that would everything suddenly click into place. Spoiler: you won't find it outside of yourself. There is no catch-all tidbit that will make everything fall into place for you. You have to persist. You have to affirm. You have to simplify the process for yourself. Find that magic inside of yourself. Have fun little conversations with your subconscious, identify your fears, and confront them head-on. It'll make you feel way better, and your manifestations will come way quicker. So start applying! Get off of tumblr and google and wherever the hell else and get out there! If you spend forever in the learning phase, you won't get to the doing (or teaching!) phase. You have to take what you know and apply it. You've studied for the test all you can, and now you're going to rock it! Take the test, pass with flying colors, and live your dream life. That's all up to you, babes.

Also! Simplify the hell out of whatever you're trying to do. For me, manifesting an SP was my Everest. I would affirm and persist and think about him from the perspective of already having what I want, but there would be no movement in the 3d. I was frustrated and angry and I couldn't possibly understand what I was doing wrong. Then, one day I decided to manifest something small: a turtle. As I was driving to school, I told myself that today, I would see a turtle somewhere. I didn't care if it was real or fake, a photo or a video, hell I probably would've taken a turtle sticker as my desire. I went through my first few classes and kinda forgot about it. I affirmed whenever I thought about it, but that was all. Right after first period, I went to meet with my advisory, and there was a turtle on the screen. The teacher in the class beforehand had been playing music for his class, and there was a turtle in the music video. When I tell you I stopped in my tracks and got full body chills, I mean it. The next day I manifested a red balloon. And then a purple jacket. I was on a roll, man. But every time I would try to manifest my SP, there would be absolutely no movement. I was overcomplicating the helllllll out of it. It took me forever to realize it, but manifesting an SP is the same as manifesting that turtle. I needed to stop treating this like it was the biggest thing ever. There aren't levels of hardness when it comes to manifesting. Manifesting a pebble is the same as manifesting an SP or your desired face. The only thing that changes during the process is how you feel about them. So I stopped being frustrated. I stopped playing the victim. I stopped being in a state of lack. I affirmed for my SP just as I had done the turtle. And guess what? Your girl's taken. And he's everything I ever could've dreamed of. Maybe even a little better.

As for shifting! You have to realize that you are in control. Stop hoping to shift, or acting like some divine intervention has to swoop in to let you shift. You are in control. You decide when and where you shift. It's as simple as that. I, at one point, was in a circle of try to shift - wake up in your CR - get upset. It was awful, and completely unnecessary. You have to realize that all the power is in your hands.

If you're where I was and you're kind of stuck in a "I don't think I can do this" mindset, and the idea of completely reversing that sound really daunting, you don't have to do that. Simply think of your favorite shifter, or just any person who has successfully shifted. Now I want you to adopt the mindset that "If they can do it, so can I." There is nothing about your mind that is different from that shifter. Whatever they can do, you can do it just as well. You have to realize that shifting is a different journey to the same end goal - but the end goal is the same. Everyone just has different ways of getting there. You can do it because other people have done it. Don't be envious or jealous of them, use it as fuel. If they can do it, so can I.

Lastly, don't restart every day. Let me explain: one day you decide you want to manifest your desired appearance, so you affirm and you visualize and you do whatever method (if any) that makes you happy. You wake up the next morning, see no change, and decide that today you're going to "start over." Please. For the love of God. Don't do that. If you wake up with a new attitude every day, you will run in circles. If you see something you don't like in the 3d, no you didn't. Affirm, and most importantly, persist. Know what you want is already yours. Don't let go of that first decision to manifest. Keep that fire going. Let it burn until you're living the life you deserve.

TOO LONG, DIDN'T READ: A SUMMARY

✮ Stop learning and start applying. get off of tumblr and go manifest. There is no one magical bit of information on the internet that will make everything click into place. You've got to find that magic in yourself. You've studied hard for the test babe, so go ace it.

✮ Simplify the hell out of whatever you're trying to manifest. Manifesting a pebble is the same as manifesting an SP or your desired face. The only thing that changes is how you feel. So why make things harder on yourself?

✮ Know that you are in control. Always. You are the one who decides when you shift. No divine figure has to do anything for you. You hold the power. Rest easy in that knowledge and decide. Shifting is as simple as blinking an eye and being somewhere else. But only if you believe it is.

✮ Adopt a "If they can do it, so can I" mindset. Don't waste your time trying to fabricate an entirely new mindset that you only half-believe in. Instead, think about your favorite shifter. Think about how easy shifting is for them. Now remind yourself: "If they can do it, so can I." And live that.

✮ Don't restart your progress every day. Persist. Don't wake up every morning and decide to "restart." If you see what you don't like in the 3d, affirm against what you see. Be delusional (trust me, it's fun). And, most importantly, persist! Don't be a manifesting goddess one day and the victim the next. Live that power. Live it until you see it.

CONCLUSION

Alright my little stars, that's it! This is the best advice I can offer you. Little baby shifter/manifestor me could've really used this information. No one explicitly told me any of this, I had to discover it myself. But really, that's what made it all the more valuable to me. I hope this helped you, and feel free to let me know if it did! My submissions, asks, and inbox are open! Have a lovely day stars <3

[luvth0t]

ONE TIME THING ━ P.G & C.L

in which pierre and charles find out you had hooked up with both of them, despite the life long friendship and agreement you’d never go there with either of them. resulting in a night you’d definitely never forget with both drivers.

warnings; threesome, spitting like once, praise, degradation, friends with benefits, spanking, oral sex, unprotected sex, choking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, hair pulling, petty charles and pierre, jealous charles and pierre; just them being egotistical dicks :) it’s kinda long my baddd and just pure filth at the end tbh

“pierre if you ever win a race, i’ll sleep with you.”

it was an innocent promise, that wasn’t meant to be a promise. it was banter, full of sarcasm; and was more so expressing your doubt that pierre would ever win an f1 race.

fake doubt of course, your best friend of many, many years winning a formula one race was almost as big of a goal for you as it was for him. but it was rare occasions that you would express that out loud.

the strong friendship was built upon sarcasm, petty insults and messing around. sleeping with him also was not on the table. you were adamant that girls and guys could be friends, best friends, without it ever being more.

hence why he didn’t miss a beat at your statement, laughing as charles scoffed.

“if that’s all it takes then why haven’t i fucked you yet?”

charles had jokingly asked in offence, this being only moments after his win in monza in 2019. the three of you sat around charles’s hotel room, a few drinks deep after celebrations that lasted for most of the night.

you had giggled, making up some shit excuse and the conversation was forgotten, like most. it wasn’t the first time you had joked about sleeping with either of them; probably wouldn’t be the last either. but it was nothing more than a joke.

that’s what you had thought at least. little did you know the simple statement would change everything.

fast forward a year, back in monza; pierre did in fact win a race. you were ecstatic, like most of the racing world; itching to celebrate. like you had with charles the year before, now you could with pierre.

the three of you had been a tight knit group for years, since you could remember. the pair of them having met karting, you were right by their side; following your family around who were supporting your brother.

the three of you had a bond that refused to break, despite the travelling and sometimes challenging circumstances. it was purely platonic.

until that night in monza.

a club not too far away from the hotel almost everyone was staying at was housing many people from the track, pierre the centre of attention.

this meant by the time you finally got to have a conversation with him, you were both slightly tipsy. him casually drinking while speaking to friends and you challenging charles to do shots.

“remind me ma belle, what was it you were going to do when i won my race?” pierre had leaned down to mumble in your ear after a few moments of dancing together.

you had furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, wondering if you had heard him right because you had no recollection of any deals the pair of you had surrounding a win.

“this time last year, after charles win.” pierre practically yelled over the music, his hand lingering on the small of your back to stay close, which wasn’t easy in the large and lively crowd.

it took a few more moments of thinking before you remembered, immediately laughing. “fuck you? yeah right,” you laughed; taking it as a joke.

and while the smirk hadn’t left pierre’s lips, you caught the familiar glint of amusement in his eye, but behind it laid a revealing look that showed he was being completely serious.

“your words, not mine.” pierre hummed so casually, his hand lingering; sliding over your back softly. only then did you realise the delicate touch of his fingers, the idea of sleeping with your childhood friend entering your mind for the first time and it had you fully appreciating his touch and the minimal distance between you.

your eyes had searched his, in disbelief and hunting any sign of this being a joke, yet instead it only lead to your eyes flickering to his lips. “i think you’ve had too much to drink.” you finally laughed off, shaking your head as you dragged your bottom lip between your teeth.

his laugh tuned into yours, and for a moment you were relieved; this was a joke. good, you can ignore the heat building in your cheeks and the feeling between your legs. but his following sentence caught you more off guard than before. turns out he was laughing at you, not with you

“i think, i want to rip this dress off of you and take you right here right now,” pierre had leaned down so his lips brushed against your ear; his words drowned out by the music meaning only you could hear them.

you would’ve liked to think that after so many years of being strictly platonic, the first mention of exploring something sexual would be easy to shrug off. it had never interested you before. yet with his lips so close to your skin, his hand dangerously low on your back ━ your judgment was clouded.

for some reason you found yourself liking the sounds of his words, flustered even as a blush raised on your cheeks.

“that sounds like a bad idea,” you hummed; turning to face him, trying to shrug yourself of the unfamiliar nerves and butterflies pierre had just planted. the guy you had grown up with had never had this effect on you before.

“we can blame it on the alcohol,” he shrugged, the pair of you still swaying to the music lightly in order to not completely stick out in the middle of the dance floor of the heated and buzzing club.

for some reason you didn’t object immediately like you should; like you thought you would.

“i do like to stay true to my word,” you hummed in fake thought, more intent to the sway of your hips now as the distance between your bodies became non existent. you hadn’t missed the smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth, reaching his eyes as he beamed down at you.

it didn’t feel real, yet it didn’t feel wrong neither. only a few moments later his lips were on yours; then on your neck, then he was dragging you out of the club into a back of cab.

the following morning had you awakening with a groan, a heaving feeling on your chest causing a few moments of panic.

“oh fuck me,” you breathed in both relief and shock as you pushed pierre’s arm off of you. it took a few moments to gather your surroundings.

pierre in bed with you. you had no clothes on. his were on the floor. this was pierre’s hotel room.

you had just fucked your best friend.

“again?” pierre piped up in response to your words, only then snapping you back to reality; sitting up with urgency as your eyes fell down on him. his eyes still shut, yet a playful smile on his face.

“how did this even… fucking hell pierre.” you practically whined, moving to push the blanket off of you to get out of this situation as quickly as you got into it.

you were too close for this to be awkward, but comprehending the fact you had slept with the one guy things weren’t complicated with almost felt like a betrayal to yourself. all those times you had huffed and snapped at people who would assume there was something going on between you and pierre, or you and charles; you’d always been quite adamant girls and guys can be friends. just friends.

apparently not?

“was it that bad?” pierre scoffed, only now opening his eyes; rubbing them to adjust to the light as his hand captured your wrist due to his quick reflexes, pulling you back down towards your pillow and him. “calm down. god forbid we had one night of fun.” he chuckled.

only then did you actually process what had happened. the toe curling orgasm he had brought you to with his tongue alone, the way he tugged on your hair and moaned your name as you sucked him off expertly. not to mention how he fucked you till you were seeing stars.

pierre noticed you playing out last nights antics in your mind, a grin forming as your cheeks heated up. “didn’t think you were a screamer,” he hummed casually; his hand moving to brush a strand of your hair out of your face.

your eyes had widened at his words, nudging him quickly. “fuck off.” you rushed out, the blush on your cheeks showing no signs of fading. “this can’t happen again.” you practically warned him, eyes narrowing. yeah right.

“i know.” pierre spoke with certainty, because he agreed. he’d hate things to become complex. to ruin a friendship that didn’t need to change. he was happy with you as one of his best friends. “and we can’t tell charles.” he added.

you were quick to nod agreement. despite always being open with the both of them and vice versa, you were keen on the idea of never speaking of this again. “agreed.” you quickly breathed out of relief, nodding as your tense body finally relaxed.

charles knowing wouldn’t end well. it had been something that was spoken of as hypothetical a fair few times, you sleeping with either of them. and all of you had always assured it would never happen. laughing it off and it was never anything more.

you knew charles would hate to know that you two risked your friendship like this. that you were willing to put a lifelong relationship at risk for a few moments of pleasure.

but pierre knew charles would hate to know that pierre got to sleep with you, and he didn’t. an unspoken want between the two males didn’t need to be addressed for pierre to be aware of it. he knew if he randomly found out that charles slept with you he’d be fuming. and more so, jealous.

━

it was the end of the season, the abu dhabi grand prix. a few months since your night with pierre in monza. and things between you and him, and charles; were normal.

you had stayed true to your word for the most part. neither of you had told charles. that was a rule you didn’t want to even consider breaking.

however not letting it happen again had lasted a whole ten minutes, that morning was spent riding his dick and then being fucked against the shower screen as steaming hot water poured over the two of you.

casual sex has kept you both satisfied since then. slipping into a friends with benefits situation despite your denial and refusal to ever label it that.

you had looked down on such a thing only a few months ago, yet now here you were. consistently hooking up with your close friend and hiding it from the other.

you were stupid to think charles hadn’t become suspicious, but the pair of you really did believe he had no idea.

and right now was a prime example of how naive you were to both think that.

“fuck pierre,” you moaned softly, hands gripping his hair as his tongue circled your clit and dived between your folds. you were resting back into the couch, legs over his shoulders from where he knelt on the floor of the open living room of his hotel suite.

you weren’t here to hook up, this was the last thing you had in mind considering charles was on his way over.

but pierre had been getting more comfortable; bold with his advances. and you quickly worked out you weren’t one to resist him. one delicate touch on your skin and you’d practically do anything he asked. the moment his lips met yours, all sense of judgement was abandoned.

“look so pretty like this.” he grunted out against your cunt, his grip tight on your thigh as he pleasured you with his tongue, revelling in the feeling of your hands tangling in his hair.

whines and whimpers left your lips as your pleasure built up, back arching off the couch as he ate you out. he got off from getting you off, countless nights had been spent of him making you cum over and over again from just his tongue till tears trickled down your face.

a cruel gentlemen.

the rattle of the doorknob followed by a knock at the door had you whining in annoyance, crashing down from the upcoming orgasm as pierre hesitantly pulled away from you.

“fuck.” you spoke out in disbelief. in disbelief that the pair of you could do this while knowing charles was on the way.

attempting to catch your breath, you quickly sat up; pierre standing as he tossed your lace underwear towards you before taking his time in approaching the door, wiping his mouth and fixing his hair up while doing so.

you had practically sprinted to the bathroom. well, more so limped. legs still shaky, skirt scrunched around your waist and panties in your hand.

looked like a trashy groupie in all honesty, but no shame was felt.

“charles!” you grinned as you entered the lounge room not too long after, fighting back the urge to cringe when you saw charles sitting in the spot you were just getting off in moments ago.

you had fixed yourself up, to the best of your ability. and you thought you had done a good enough job.

until pierre left about half an hour later due to a call from his manager, something about a quick meeting down in the hotel lobby.

“so how long?” charles spoke up with a raised eyebrow after a few moments of silence, you too busy flipping through the netflix catalogue. your eyebrows furrowed at his words, not even sparing him a glance.

you didn’t cut your best friend enough credit; because he wasn’t as oblivious nor dumb as you and pierre hoped.

“what?” you laughed, awaiting for him to continue; maybe if you had looked at him you would’ve feared the worst. his skeptical gaze masking one of jealousy as he looked at you.

“how long have you two been fucking?” he responded, oh so casually you almost didn’t process the words that left his mouth. he sounded unfazed, but when your eyes darted to him he definitely didn’t look it.

charles doesn’t not what annoys him more. the fact neither you have told him, or the fact that pierre was the one sleeping with you. not himself.

it’s not like charles was in love with you. he wasn’t, he loved you; as a best friend. just like you did him, and you did pierre; and pierre did you.

but he’d be lying if he had never fantasied. never thought about pushing the boundaries with you. because he had. and he knew pierre had too, they’ve discussed it. managing to speak of you respectfully while confessing their similar desires. which they both agreed weren’t attainable.

but apparently that wasn’t true because pierre had been spending who knows how long with you in his bed.

“what?” you were caught off guard, heat creeping up your neck and cheeks. if you had a drink in the moment you would’ve choked on it, letting out a nervous laugh and quickly shaking your head. “i don’t know what you’re…” you started to speak.

you had cut yourself short, his raised eyebrow making you think rationally. hiding something from charles was bad enough. you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him. “okay… since monza.” you mumbled. never one to hide things well. it’s incredible you hadn’t confessed already.

charles nodded - not suspecting you to come clean so quickly. he pieced things together quickly though. pierre’s win in monza. that makes sense. “so you did mean what you said about him winning?” he asked, his voice lacking the usual softness to it.

only now you were trying to read him and for the first time ever, you couldn’t. sure you didn’t expect him to be over the moon, considering you’d kept this from him. his two best friends going behind his back. but something was off.

“you remember that too?” you dodged the question accidentally, confused how one stupid drunk statement that was a joke was hung onto but not by one driver but two. “i didn’t mean it. he just brought it up when we were both celebrating and it just happened.” you shrugged as if it was nothing. because it really had happened that easily.

he only nodded with a click of his tongue, avoiding your eyes as he drummed his fingers against the arm rest of the couch where he was sat. you were sat on the single seater opposite, yet it was still close enough to him to sense the awkwardness take over the room. something you weren’t use to with him.

of course pierre who started this whole mess gets to miss out on this dreaded conversation. you taking the heat for something he had started.

you thought charles was upset because he had been left in the dark, excluded; who wants to find out that their two best friends are sleeping together? he had his suspicions for a couple weeks now but he quite easily heard your moans when he approached the hotel door today, confirming his thoughts and giving him the confidence to call you out.

“i’m sorry we didn’t tell you.” you sighed after the silence became too much to bare, standing up and moving to sit down on the couch next to him; placing a hand on his arm. “it’s just temporary, and still platonic.” you hummed in reassurance.

“i don’t care that you guys didn’t tell me,” he shrugged; his eyes glancing to your small hand resting on his arm before finding your eyes. “just confused as to why him.” he shamelessly admitted, eyes pouring into yours.

only then did you realise you were reading him wrong.

“what do you mean?” your words came out cautiously, almost as if you didn’t want to know. for some reason you were already starting to figure it out. the way he was looking at you. but you were pushing back that thought.

“why him? why not me?” the ferrari driver asked you seriously, his stare telling you he wanted an answer.

you were confused beyond your belief, parting your lips to speak before pressing them shut. you haven’t ever considered sleeping with charles. his question wasn’t an easy one. the fact he wanted to know was also throwing you off guard. that was the last thing you expected him to say in response to all of this.

“what? okay… uh, well… you’ve never shown any interest.” you shrugged, eyes not daring to leave his. your hand was still resting on his arm, not that you knew it. you were telling the truth, you had never considered sleeping with pierre until he practically spelt out his want for you on that dance floor.

“and if i did?” charles quizzed, a moment of confidence washing over him. he’s not sure where the sudden boldness was coming from but he figured he had nothing to lose. if her and pierre can fuck every week and still be best friends then he can simply ask about it without making things awkward.

“what? i don’t━” you started to speak, cheeks heating up as you tried to process the idea of sleeping with charles. would you?

“say next time i win a race, i want to celebrate with you on top of me moaning my name and bouncing on my cock hm? how’s that sound? seems fair.” he spoke his vile words so smoothly, a finger tracing up your thigh.

the blush on your cheeks was unavoidable, and your jaw had practically dropped at the scenario he painted out. the light touch on your leg not helping as you suddenly saw your friend in another light. his usually light green eyes now dark yet still beautiful as they stared at you, his jaw clenching every few moments was quite appealing and you were suddenly aware of the toned muscles of his arm that you were touching. all the while you played out the image of you doing exactly what he just said.

“charles…i- well it-" you stumbled over your words like a teenager with a crush, become flustered way too quickly.

“if you don’t like being on top that’s fine too. would quite happily have you a shaking mess beneath me, would fuck you until there’s tears leaving your pretty eyes.” he continued, shocking both you and himself with his words.

he blamed the confirmation of the fact that pierre had tried something with you, and succeeded, as to why he was now voicing everything he had kept hidden.

his hand had come up to your cheek, back of his palm bursting against your skin lightly; and the moment his thumb ran over your bottom lip you were done for.

“that does sound fair,” you mumbled in agreement, eyes flickering between his eyes and lips. his lips suddenly looking extremely kissable, thinking in a way that you shouldn’t when your on the couch of the guy who was eating you out only an hour ago.

what the fuck was going on? did you have any self control when it came to your sexual needs?

you didn’t miss the amusement that sparkled in his eyes as a smirk grew, but the sound of the door opening had you practically jumping away from him. contact being lost as you both brought your hands back to yourselves.

once again your face was bright red as you listened to pierre enter his hotel room. snapping back to reality.

“quick meeting,” charles chuckled; falling back into his normal self with ease, almost shocking you; watching as he grinned towards pierre. as if the conversation between the two of you had just not happened.

“yeah, thankfully.” pierre laughed; oblivious to the tension in the air as he got settled on the couch next to you, a fake laugh leaving your lips.

charles started to speak, engaging in conversation with pierre. making it clear to you he wasn’t planning on continuing the conversation with pierre around. which only confused you more. what was he trying to play at here?

but sitting in between the two of them you had no idea what to say. regularly hooking up with the guy to your right; and now the only thing on your mind was everything the guy on your left had just proposed to you.

all the while they were both supposed to be your best friends. nothing more. it had been nothing more for over 15 years. why the sudden change? and why with both of them.

charles put on the best performance you’d ever seen, oscar-worthy which was making you curious to how long he had known you and pierre were sleeping together. because he gave no insights to the french driver that he was aware of the not so secret nights you’ve spent together.

it made it easy for you to laugh and pretend you weren’t having an internal conflict, before making up some excuse to leave; claiming you had a headache.

it was later that night charles showed up your door, and you groaned at the sight of him.

“wait.” he cut you off before you could speak. because you were ready to have a go at him, as to how he can only confront you about you and pierre’s little secret. how he had to make things tense between you guys, not all three of you. hypocritical? maybe. but really that’s not where your frustration lies, instead you couldn’t get charles words out of your head. “i’m sorry.”

“what?” you spoke, confused as you stood in the door frame.

“i’m sorry for everything i said. i shouldn’t have done that, it was stupid. i’d hate to ruin things, your my best friend and i let some petty jealousy get the better of me.” charles sighed, showing the difference between him and pierre.

pierre didn’t care about consequences, hence why he was the one who sparked your current situationship. charles was acting out of character earlier, you knew that. what scared you was you liked it.

“i didn’t think you’d be jealous.” you hummed in curiosity, running a hand through your hair. “plus you have no reason to apologise. we should’ve told you.”

“me either.” charles shrugged. “just an ego thing i think.” he tried to explain, offering a sheepish smile which had you letting out a scoff.

“it sounded great by the way.” you randomly blurted; not controlling your words but not regretting them. his confused expression had you continuing. “if you were to win a race… something about me on top.” you further explained with a shy grin, reminding him of his own words.

you were playing a dangerous game right now. he had just come here to quickly put out whatever fire he sparked a few hours ago, but here you were pouring a whole tub of gasoline on it.

“i mean really you’ve won twice already. that should count for something.” you spoke without thinking, eyes holding lust you couldn’t explain. but he started this… kind of? so you were only acting in reaction.

his expression had changed, quickly catching onto what you were hinting at. eyes trying to find any hint of playfulness to show that you were joking.

“fuck sake.” you muttered, hand reaching out to grab his shirt; tugging him inside and towards you before pressing your lips to his with no second thought.

charles was shocked at first, although it only took a few seconds for the monegasque to kiss back, managing to shut the door behind him.

and he wasn’t lying earlier either, because he lived up to his words that night; bringing you to multiple orgasms, you rode him like he had described ━ and shook underneath him too.

to say you were thankful this occurred at the final grand prix of the year was an understatement, because once you all returned home and the summer break began, you avoided the pair like they had the plague.

an out of character thing to do, but only moments after sleeping with charles had you realised you had not only slept with one of your best friends. but both.

you felt torn, ashamed and confused. how it even got to that point, with both of them, you don’t know. but fear filled you quite quickly with how pierre would react, what they’d both expect; what this meant. so avoidance was best.

you then decided, two weeks before bahrain where you would be in attendance, that you needed to set the record straight. telling pierre that the whole friends with benefits thing had to end, and telling charles what happened was a one time thing.

easy fix. hopefully things could go back to normal.

━

“i feel like we haven’t hung out us three in months,” pierre spoke in amazement from where he lounged, sprawled on a recliner that was in the living room of his hotel room located in bahrain.

his luxury suite nothing in comparison to your tiny one. not that you’d ever complain, getting to travel the world a few times a year expense free to support your best friends was more than a dream.

“because we haven’t.” charles laughed sitting on the right side of the couch; you on the left; a clear space between the two of you so you could both be comfortable. your eyes lifted and glanced over him. you were confident he hadn’t told pierre about the night between you two.

you had forced him to promise that he wouldn’t the moment you could think properly after your night together in abu dhabi. god knows what would happen if they had a conversation about sleeping with you. if that were to happen, you’d probably run away and never speak to either of them. well that’s what you’d feel like doing.

“funny how the only busy one over the summer break was you y/n,” pierre hummed as he glanced to you, not so subtlety calling out your lack of presence over the summer.

“i was busy.” you lied through your teeth, charles letting out a laugh.

“busy doing what?” it was charles turned to speak, and you quickly furrowed your eyebrows. why did this feel like an ambush? as if they were working together with their coinciding questions.

“busy with my other friends. it’s not so simple getting on a plane and visiting your dumbasses in whatever country. let alone affordable.” you defended almost too quickly, and you could tell they didn’t believe you one bit by the way their smirks mirrored each other.

“i think you mean busy stressing over the fact you slept with both of us.” pierre corrected you, your stomach dropping as you let out a cough, eyes meeting his amused ones. then charles apologetic ones, darting between the two in some sort of panic. what the fuck? did you hear that right?

the cheeky grin on charles face meant his sorry eyes meant close to nothing. that mother fucker. the look alone confirmed he had in fact told pierre.

“i’m not talking about this.” you huffed, eyes turning to your phone. you don’t even want to think about what they’ve said to each other, how they spoke; oh you fucked up this time.

“i had to tell him. he saw the scratches on my back.” charles admitted in a quick defence, pierre letting out a laugh as you refused to look at either of them.

“recognised them actually.” pierre mused, gaining your attention as you were quick to throw a pillow at him. the redness on your cheeks was prominent and you were ready to storm out of here. how were they speaking about this so casually?

“fuck off both of you. you both started it, thinking with your dicks.” you grumbled, if they had kept their dirty words and hands to themselves then you would not be in this position. how were you meant to resist either of them with the way they acted?

“no stress love, not the first girl to want both of us.” charles couldn’t help but laugh; finding his words more than amusing. it being his turn to receive a pillow to the face, although he caught it quite quickly.

“you do want both of us right?” pierre’s tone has caught you off guard, suddenly any playfulness was gone; your eyes falling onto him. and you knew that look all too well. instantly giving you flashbacks of the nights you had spent together, it taking a lot to not squeeze your thighs together. not only from the way he was looking at you, but the idea of both of them.

no. no way. you ended it with both of them. had promised yourself you’d never go there with either of them again.

“this isn’t funny.” you scoffed, eyes glancing between the pair of them. only now noticing how charles was looking at you intently, which also went straight to your core; having to squeeze your thighs together this time.

god damn these flashbacks.

“we’re not joking,” charles spoke up now, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. we? as in these dumbasses planned this? “you’ve always bragged about how you’re a great multi taker.” he commented, before the room fell in a silence.

the idea of fucking both of them was overwhelming enough. both of them at the same time? you almost had to shut your eyes to just think about that.

“you can say no ma belle,” pierre quickly piped up; charles nodding along. “and we can forget any of this ever happened.” charles added.

the blush on your cheeks was as intense as the feeling between your legs, eyes avoiding both of them. they did plan this. “sounds like you two prepared a script and everything. this is what you do without me? try plan a threesome?” you deflected; avoiding their eyes with a scoff and a laugh holding no confidence.

“we can forget we said anything-“ charles began to back out, fearing the idea of a threesome was not something you’d be keen on despite both their suspicions.

you knew charles, and the regret and concern in his voice was one he couldn’t fake; confirming to you this was in fact not a joke.

so you shook your head quickly. “i want both of you.” you admitted quietly while cutting him off, your words surprising you - but you knew how you felt about what they were proposing, it was finding the confidence to admit it. “a one time thing. then we pretend this never happened.” you added your condition, eyes narrowing between the pair.

“fine by me.” pierre smirked, before charles leaned over the couch before he had a hand on yours; tugging you towards him before swiftly moving you onto his lap. “only if i get you first, you already had plenty of time with him.” the ferrari driver muttered before his lips were pressed against yours hungrily.

you don’t know what turned you on more, the fact pierre was watching or the way charles hands were gripping your thighs. but you kissed back never the less, tangling your fingers in his hair as you straddled him; pierre still sitting comfortably as he watched.

“we’re going to ruin you princess, you want that?” charles whispered once pulling away from your lips - watching as you nodded desperately; his hand moving to your skirt, quite easily sliding past the waistband and to your lace panties; pushing them aside as two fingers slid across your folds. “she’s wet already.” he spoke, a chuckle being heard behind you but you paid it no mind when charles fingers started to rub circles on your clit.

“please charles,” you moaned from the minimal contact, craving more. you have been thinking of this since that one night in abu dhabi. and you were thankful he listened to your plea, his fingers quite quickly speeding up their movements, having your head fall back.

“so needy already.” pierre commented, reminding you of his presence as charles fingers continued their assault on your pussy, sliding a finger inside of you ━ he didn’t want to waste time in pleasing you.

your hands gripped onto charles hair, tangling in the strands as he began to pump his finger in and out of you; watching in awe as your face contorted from the pleasure.

he brought you into a kiss a couple moments later, and you didn’t mind moaning against his mouth as you eagerly kissed him back, hips bucking against his hand. you had barley started and you already found yourself getting lost in the pleasure.

pierre and charles both had hards on, charles much more obvious as you felt it pressing against your thigh. you had forgotten pierre was behind you for the time being, getting lost in charles easily. he knew what to do with his fingers, and the passionate kiss was only adding to it.

pierre sensed this, and while he was quite willing to share you; he didn’t need you forgetting all those times he had you forgetting your own name from how good he fucked you.

you hadn’t heard pierre approach; even once charles lips left yours, the ferrari driver now moving to kiss at your neck as he slid another finger inside you. you were very much still oblivious to pierre standing behind you.

“look so beautiful like this, riding my fingers.” charles praised against your skin, nibbling and sucking wherever he wanted ━ pulling soft moans and whines from you.

“i think she looks like a slut.” pierre’s words gained your attention, his hand tangling in your hair before he pulled your head back to look up at him; a gasp leaving your lips, his words sending shivers up your spine. “don’t tell me you have charles fooled princess.” pierre smirked down at you, the top of your head resting against his abdomen.

charles watched the pair of you, not slowing his fingers however. he watched as pierre tapped your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, your lips parting on cue before he spat in your mouth. he felt his cock stiffen as he watched you do a dirty act so innocently, how you swallowed as soon as pierre raised his eyebrows. it being quite obvious the pair of you had done this before.

“she likes it rough,” pierre spoke for you, hand still in your hair, the other moving to cup the side of your jaw; running his thumb over the skin of your cheek. “don’t you baby?” pierre whispered, blue eyes staring down at you after glancing to charles who couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

you whimpered at his words, quickly being reminded of how incredible the sex was between the two of you, and despite it being charles fingers pumping in and out of you right now it was pierre’s actions that caused the soft moan from your lips. “yeah,” you spoke breathlessly, wanting to glance at charles to see his reaction, but pierre held your head in place; looking up at him and all his glory.

charles grunted, if he was jealous before about pierre beating him to it when it came to sleeping with you, he sure as hell was filled with envy now. so envious he didn’t waste anytime in bringing his thumb to your clit, circling quickly as he then curled his fingers. he didn’t need pierre telling him what you liked.

charles brushing the spot inside of you had your eyes rolling back. “fuck charles,” you moaned, back arching as you started to struggle. pierre’s jealousies had left him, quite happy to stand here and watch charles bring you to the edge with his fingers ━ giving you a tap on the cheek before he stepped back, releasing you from his grip.

a smug smile was on charles lips, breathing quite heavily as he watched you; his fingers not slowing nor stilling. he noticed how you began to shake, clench around his fingers and allowed your head to fall back.

“don’t let her cum.”

pierre’s words hit you just as fast as charles fingers left you, whining as your hips tried to follow charles hand for more contact, feeling your high slowly crumble down before you could reach that release, hoping the oh so sad look in your eyes could convince charles to ignore pierre.

“don’t pout.” charles hummed, moving his fingers to your lips. despite the ruined orgasm downing your mood you didn’t waste time in welcoming his fingers which pushed past your lips, sucking them like you would his cock.

“i’m getting bored.” pierre huffed as he watched the pair of you; his raging hard on now too hard to ignore. he needed to touch you at least. not be stuck here watching you admire charles with fuck me eyes and looking at him as if he was some sex god.

“ruining my orgasm wasn’t enough for you?” you spoke breathlessly once charles fingers left your mouth, head turning to look to the french man; quirking an eyebrow as if to challenge him. you couldn’t help but squirm slightly in charles lap.

this was all too much, your two best friends almost being too much to handle. being under charles intense stare while licking his fingers was one thing, but turning to look at pierre didn’t bring any comfort or help calm you down either. they weren’t even touching you right now and it felt as if your body was on fire.

“no it wasn’t.” pierre’s tone matched yours, returning to where he was stood moments earlier; hands finding the hem of your shirt, and you didn’t protest as he slid the material up and over your head.

you let your eyes fall back onto charles, a lazy smile playing on both of your lips; not missing the way his eyes shamelessly checked you out in your black lace bra. “don’t get shy now pretty boy,” you smirked to charles as you grabbed ahold of one of his hands and moved to place it on your body, all the while pierre’s hands unclasped your bra, discarding it behind him.

ignoring pierre was definitely intentional, but not at all difficult; quite satisfied with your current view and position while straddling the ferrari driver. you knew how to work both of them; rile up pierre, flatter charles. an easy way to bring out the best of them and all there sinful talents.

pierre had to stop himself from audibly grunting as he watched charles hand roam your skin, your hand caressing his arm while he did so. he didn’t miss the small smirk charles sent him either, which caused his patient to run thin.

“y/n,” pierre spoke lowly as his hand tangled in your hair once more, mirroring his actions from earlier as he tugged your head back and forced you to look up at his towering frame. and you couldn’t mask the small moan that it pulled out from you, the way your name rolled off his tongue alongside the pain that mixed with pleasure. “on your knees.” he spoke in demand.

those three words had you falling back into submission with ease, sliding off of charles lap and settling on your knees in between his legs. unsure whether pierre wanted you facing forwards towards charles or the opposite; facing himself. but you went with pierre, your plan of ignoring him to get a rise out of him a distant memory.

“no need to be so rude pierre.” charles spoke out mockingly, leaning forward as his hand brushed some of your hair off your shoulder, lips brushing against your neck. “she’s being so good for us.” charles hummed and you could feel the smile of his lips as he pressed a short kiss to your skin.

the praise had you taking a shaky breath, charles sweet words not matching pierre’s intense stare above you; having to bite your lip as he laughed. you felt as if you were stuck in between an angel and a devil and the contrast was starting to make you believe you could cum from their words alone.

“we’ll see.” pierre hummed, eyes not having left yours; practically dismissing charles, as he then moved to kneel at your level. you were about to speak, but the french man had swiftly turned you around to face charles before you could, a small squeal leaving your lips when he tugged your hips back; causing your hands to grip onto charles thighs for balance as your back arched naturally. “put that mouth to use sweetheart,” pierre instructed, his hand slapping your ass to hurry you up.

it had you jolting forward, hands quickly moving to fiddle with the zipper on charles jeans; who had leant back in his seat once more, hands folded behind his head as he watched you carefully. freeing his cock had you distracted from pierre’s movements as he tugged your skirt down and discarded it behind him and out of the way, tugging down your underwear in a few movements too and throwing those aside as well.

his touch ended there, allowing you to focus as your hand ran up and down charles length a few times; looking up at him through your lashes. the low groan that left his lips when your thumb ran over his tip brought a smile to your face.

you were thrown off guard when pierre’s tongue ran a stripe up your folds, jaw dropping as a moan left your mouth, attention shifting to the grip he had on your ass as his tongue swirled your clit.

“ma chérie don’t make me repeat myself,” pierre stilled his actions as quick he started; giving your ass another slap that had you whimpering before taking charles into your mouth without any second thoughts; desperate to feel pierre’s tongue on you once again.

and it worked, which motivated you to focus on the monegasque above you. your tongue swirling around his length as your head began to bob up and down, a choked moan being heard from your throat when pierre slid a finger inside of you.

charles was lazily smirking down at you, moving a hand to wrap in your hair; fingers holding the strands delicately in comparison to the french man behind you. “just like that, good girl,” charles practically cooed as his head fell back.

the sight and praise had you squeezing your thighs together as you took the whole of him in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat causing him to moan and you to gag. but that was the least of your issues as pierre sucked on your clit, your hips pushing back involuntarily as you whined.

“stay fucking still,” pierre grunted out against your core in response, another slap hitting your ass; which has you jolting forward, another muffled moan as charles dick hit the back of your throat again.

your head was practically spinning, and the breathy chuckled that charles let out was not helping; eyes looking up at him ━ tears prickling them from the building pleasure pierre was so kindly giving you mixed with the fact that you were deep throating charles cock every chance you could.

your back arched as pierre pumped his finger in and out of you expertly, curling at all the right moments and grazing the spot he had memorised while not letting up the attack on your clit. charles hand gently tugged you off his dick, giving you a moment to breathe as he held your head in place, other hand moving to cup your jaw gently; thumb wiping some spit from the corner of your mouth.

“oh fuck, please,” you moaned out now that you could speak; grip tightening on charles legs as pierre slid a second finger inside you; slapping your ass once more which was a major contrast from charles gentle touches. your body was practically on fire, unsure how to react to the two of them at once. so different yet working so well together.

“patience ma belle,” charles hummed, his hand directing you back to his cock before you happily took him in your mouth again, your string of moans and whines becoming muffled once more. deciding to try focus on getting charles off instead of your own shaking legs as you resisted the urge to push your hips back once more.

charles groans gradually grew louder, his grip in your hair tightening as you sucked him off; the sight of you on your knees taking him so well was one he wanted to remember, the way you were squirming and whining around him had him fighting to keep his eyes open; watching the way your back arched and how responsive you were to every movement made by pierre, who was quiet and lazily torturing you with his tongue and fingers.

pierre could make you come in a matter of seconds if he really wanted to, but you both knew that wouldn’t be happening until you earned it. so your excitement only built when you felt charles twitch in your mouth, alongside the slight tug on your hair as his head fell back.

“fuck you’re good at that,” charles groaned appreciatively as he came in your mouth with little warning, and you didn’t miss a beat while he had his orgasm; bobbing your head a few times before swallowing, releasing him from your mouth with a pop.

it was as if on cue pierre’s fingers began to pump in and out of you with a new intent, hitting a new angle and pushing further which had you almost falling forward; your weak arms barley keeping your up right from the grip on charles thighs.

your knees would definitely be bruised from the hard floorboards, but the pain was nothing in comparison to everything else your body was feeling. trying to admire charles and his post orgasm glow was difficult, especially when pierre replaced his tongue on your clit with his thumb.

“you gonna cum ma belle?” charles spoke to you, still breathing heavily as he looked down at you, his grip still in your hair; more so to ensure you stayed up right and didn’t fall into his thighs or worse on the floor.

“i don’t know if she deserves to yet,” pierre was quick to pipe up before you could say anything, and it had you letting out a struggled moan; trying so hard to focus on both of their words despite your body wanting to just shut everything off and focus on pierre’s fingers and charles delicate hold.

“please,” you whimpered, eyes looking up at charles despite him not being the one you need to win over. charles would do anything you asked of him when you look at him like that, somehow managing to look so innocent despite being on the floor for both of them to use as they please.

“come on pierre, she’s on her knees for both of us; been an angel,” charles smiled down at you; although behind his sweet words was a smugness, which matched the smirk that was trying to tug on his lips. it had you wanting to suck him off all over again.

“i’d say that makes her a whore.” pierre scoffed, your cheeks heating up; yet the way you clenched around your fingers gave away what pierre already knew, you enjoyed his degrading words just as much as charles sweet ones. “and she likes it too.” pierre chuckled, curling his fingers which made your eyes practically roll back. “don’t you baby? hmm, enjoying this? on your knees for the two of us, taking whatever we give you?”

charles quirked an eyebrow at pierre’s words and the way you reacted, admiring the way your cheeks were practically red at this point, whimpers leaving your lips as he brought his other hand to cup your jaw lightly.

“fuck. yes. yes, please pierre.” you stumbled over your words, the familiar feeling was building in your stomach, and you could only hope he would follow through with your high instead of ripping it away from you.

you heard a chuckle, unsure of which driver it belonged to but at this point you didn’t care; gripping onto charles thighs like your life depended on it, leaning your cheek into his hand slightly as pierre drove you to the edge with his fingers.

charles fingers found your mouth again as you came, shutting you up as your eyes fluttered shut, arms shaking and almost giving out on you, pierre holding a tight grip on your hip to stop your efforts to pull away from him and his godly fingers.

“you’re making quite the mess all over my fingers darling,” pierre breathed out from behind, slowing down his movements as you came down from your high. charles let out a small laugh, your eyes up on him as you let out a muffled whine.

“looked so pretty while doing so too,” charles hummed with a grin; pierre rolling his eyes at the constant flattery, yet it still had you practically melting into his touch, watching as he brushed a few strands of your hair out of your face.

pierre had the urge to kick charles out and fuck you right here on this floor, make you forget of all the praise charles was constantly feeding you which had you fawning over him, despite himself being the one to bring you to an orgasm with his tongue and fingers.

but he had more self control than that. “let’s not forget who just made you cum princess.” pierre grunted, hand tangling in your hair as he tugged you back; on his knees behind you, a gasp left your lips as your back reached his chest, his arm snaking around your waist to keep you up right.

“don’t get jealous pierre.” charles grinned, leaning back in his seat; quite happily enjoying the view of your exposed and poked out chest from the new position, watching as pierre moved a hand to grasp your neck, his eyes darkening at the sight of your mouth falling agape from being choked.

“let’s not forget how you reacted when you found out she’d been screaming my name every weekend.” pierre was quick to snap back; and if you weren’t in such a compromising position you would slap both of them.

charles had only let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as you rolled your eyes. once again your eyes has no where to rest but on the ferarri driver. “the two of you are ridiculous.” you mumbled, in disbelief that even when you’re half naked on your knees in between the two of them their egos still somehow come into play.

“pierre is just upset he’s not getting all of your attention.” charles spoke with a proud smile, and you felt pierre’s chest rumble against your back with the small laugh, his hand tightening around your neck as if you had spoken the words that almost hit a nerve.

“more so annoyed a few cheesy compliments can have you forgetting how much of a slut you are for me,” pierre spoke to you, his lips brushing against your ear which had your breath hitching in your throat. and while your eyes were still on charles, pierre definitely had your full attention now. “need me to fuck some sense into you hm? remind you who your pretty cunt belongs to?”

you didn’t miss the scoff that left charles lips, but he said nothing more; watching the pair of you from his seat on the couch just in front, having not moved. he’d already got off. he could wait his turn on touching you for now.

a small whimper escaped your lips, cheeks on fire. no stranger to hearing such dirty words leave his lips but in front of charles it had you squirming. you refrained from replying, which only resulted in him tightening the grip on your neck for a few moments, the cool sensation of his rings settling in. “yes.” you choked out, pierre loosening his grip. “want you to fuck me pierre,” you breathed.

charles didn’t fail to notice how quickly you fell into submission with pierre, but it didn’t annoy him; instead he was happily watching with an amused smile.

pierre let out a hum of approval before letting go of you and raising to his feet, which had you falling forward and having to catch yourself on charles thighs, returning to your previous position.

“come on ma belle we haven’t even fucked you yet,” charles laughed, his hands moving to your sides as he leaned forward and helped you up, your eyes narrowing in a glare.

“yeah you’ve been too busy bickering about who’s got a bigger dick instead,” you huffed out in reply; your legs stiff for a few moments after being on your knees for so long.

pierre tugged you towards him before charles could say anything, bending you over the arm of the couch. “think you sounded better gagging on charles cock love.” pierre huffed from where he stood behind you, charles letting out a hum in agreement as he shifted in his seat so he could face you. a front row seat to watch.

“i agree.” charles gave his say, causing you to glare at him once more. these two were having way too much fun with this but you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together regardless. one minute they were not so discreetly arguing over you and now they’re ganging up on you.

you ignored the pair, attempting to get comfortable from where you were; moving your arms out in front of you, avoiding charles eyes despite him almost being in touching distance.

“oh,” the sudden moan fell from your lips when pierre’s tip suddenly pushed through your folds, not thrusting into you yet but it felt like he was about to, catching you off guard. you hadn’t even heard him unbuckle his belt.

“want you to beg for it.” pierre told you, and you should’ve seen it coming; letting out a whine as his hands spread your cheeks apart for a few moments; his foot kicking yours to spread your legs wider apart.

“just fuck me already,” you muttered, hips shaking slightly; sensitive from the pair of them already having their way with you had your patience wearing thin.

“said i want you to beg y/n.” pierre voice held the same confidence and demand it always did. despite the view of you bent over and so willing and ready for him, he had enough self control to get what he wants.

“maybe you should just let charles fuck me instead.” you didn’t back down, why you were being difficult? maybe because pierre had denied you an orgasm from charles earlier on. or the fact that you enjoyed it when he was pissed off.

“you heard her,” charles grinned; despite his words he only leant back further in his seat. your words alone had pierre needing to take a breath to calm himself, but charles chiming in tipped him over the edge.

while he and charles planned this it was seeming like you and charles were quite the pair right now.

“ma chérie,” pierre grunted, hand finding its rightful place in your hair for felt like the tenth time tonight, using his grip to pull you back to his chest. again. “if you plan on being a brat… charles and i can happily edge you till the sun rises. we both love how pretty you look when crying and i don’t think it means much to either of us if you don’t get off again.” pierre warned in your ear, hand wrapping around your neck again. he knew that was a way to get you to listen.

but when your lips parted to take him up on his challenge he slipped inside you fully, a loud moan erupting from your throat as you attempted to move forward, but he held you firmly in place.

“beg for it.” pierre grunted, voice low; stilling inside you. your hand moved to hold his arm that was choking you, letting out a whimper. pierre wanted to hear you beg for him.

wanted charles to hear you beg for him.

“please pierre. please fuck me.” you spoke out quietly, hips attempting to move back against his, but he was quick to smack your ass in response to your movements. that wasn’t going to fly.

“we both know you can do better than that,” pierre smirked cockily, his hand squeezing your ass for a moment.

your eyes fell upon charles, who was watching intently; lazily jacking off all the while, his cock hardening once again.

“please just fuck me, please,” you whimpered; the desperation in your voice no longer possible to hide. “wanna feel you, please pierre, i’ll be good.” you whined. and that was enough for him, scoffing at how quickly you could switch up from just one thrust of his cock before letting go of you, hands holding your hips as he suddenly began to thrust in and out of you.

your jaw dropped at the sensation, forgetting how big pierre was. remembering why you had failed in making sleeping together a one time thing. “oh god,” you moaned, your hands having just caught you in time so you didn’t face plant into the couch.

you couldn’t even pay charles any mind while pierre fucked you, eyes screwing shut as incoherent words left your lips. your body was tired despite just one orgasm, the ruined orgasm beforehand alongside the rush of the both of them just touching and talking about you in general. it was all too much.

“take me so well princess,” pierre offered a rare praise, head falling back at the feeling of you wrapping around him; in much need of getting off himself considering he had spent the whole night so far without any sort of relief, so he planned on fucking you however way he pleased. and you’d happily let him.

his name continued to fall from your lips, seeing stars as he fucked you at the perfect pace, his thrusts not too fast or slow and hitting you at the perfect angle repetitively.

“open your eyes pretty girl,” charles voice caught your attention, and you could only moan in reply; failing to meet his request as pierre hit that spot inside of you.

“come on y/n, be the good girl he claims you to be,” pierre spoke up now teasingly, stilling his movements. this mother fucker.

you listened regardless, in no position to protest as your pried your eyes open, making eye contact with charles immediately; taking in the view of him sprawled out, pumping his now hard dick at the sight of you getting ruined in front of him.

you watched as charles sent a nod pierre’s way, and on cue he was thrusting in and out of you once again. you had no time to even try recompose yourself so it was difficult to maintain eye contact with charles immediately.

“please pierre,” you moaned out; unsure of what you were asking for. but he seemed to know the answer, because only a few moments later his hand snaked around your waist and his thumb was on your clit; rubbing circles as he continued to pound into you.

“look so fucking good like this. you love it huh? being fucked like a whore in front of your best friend?” pierre grunted out, and you were at the point where all sense of morals and judgement were well and truly gone, them having been fucked out of you quite literally. you nodded eagerly, whimpering at his words.

“yes, yes, yes, yes,” you practically chanted, in no way wanting to risk him stopping his actions. “mhm, love it so much.” you moaned, eyes falling on charles once more; who was smirking right back at you.

“could cum from the sight of you alone ma belle,” charles spoke, a small groan being heard from him as his hand continued to work his length.

you were caught off guard from your fast approaching orgasm, body taking over as you suddenly clenched around him, legs beginning to shake as you came undone quite quickly.

unsure of the profanity or sounds that left your lips in the moment, both charles and pierre were in agreement that the sight was one that would forever be etched in their brains, your eyes rolling back as you shook on pierre’s cock.

pierre continued to fuck you as you came down from your high, it not taking long for him to cum as well, enjoying the feeling and sounds he made while doing so, your name falling from his lips sounding somewhat hypnotising.

“always take me so well,” pierre breathed out as he slid out of you, a hand pushing through his hair before he helped you onto your feet and stood you up properly, gently this time. “got one more in you love?” he hummed, moving your hair aside as he raised an eyebrow before he himself moved to sit down on the couch where you were previously just bent over.

your eyes fell on charles, who stayed silent; recognising your heavy eyes he didn’t want to push you too far, even with his hard cock still in his hand.

“yeah,” you breathed out, despite your legs barely being able to hold you up right you made your way back to charles never the less, a lazy smirk on your lips as you straddled him.

despite your legs feeling weak you still managed to hover above his length, holding onto his shoulders as you let out a small breath.

“do you need a minute?” charles hummed out, concern hidden in his eyes as his hands found your waist; a comforting squeeze causing you to quickly shake your head, instead sinking down onto his cock with ease due to your arousal.

“fuck charles,” you whimpered out, grip tight on your shoulders as you began to move up and down, head falling back as he let out a low groan.

charles let you set the pace, much unlike pierre he allowed you to have some control; hands holding your waist lightly as he kept his eyes on you; grunting at the feeling of you bounce up and down on his cock.

“just like that angel, so good for me. for us,” he breathed out, hand moving to the back of your neck to force your head back up gently. you could only moan in reply to his words, nodding pathetically before he brought your head down to his; lips meeting yours in a kiss.

the kiss was filled with passion and lust, yet no where near as eager as the one shared at the beginning of this; much more sloppier due to your tiring bodies.

you struggled to kiss back once he hit a certain angle inside of you, moaning against his lips as your hands tangled in his hair; happily pulling at the strands. “charles oh my god,” you whined, overly sensitive and already slowing down.

he picked up on this quickly, hands moving back to your waist as he quite easily began to move you up and down himself, his hips moving up to meet your body; going deeper than before which had a few tears spilling from your eyes, the pleasure overwhelming.

“please charles,” you moaned, eyes screwing shut for a few moments; you should be embarrassed by the amount of times the word please had left your lips, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“i got you princess,” charles spoke through a groan, continuing to bounce you up and down on his dick, his tight grip on your waist certain to bruise; but that didn’t matter to you.

“so greedy. begging for your third orgasm,” pierre had involved himself once more, scooting closer to the pair of you; which had you opening your eyes to look towards him. “wanting both of us,” he continued; tilting his head in fake awe. “our little slut yeah?”

“yeah.” you were quick to agree breathlessly, in no place to disagree; not when charles was fucking you so good and you could still feel the burning sensation of pierre’s hand on your ass.

“yeah?” charles spoke lowly, a harsher thrust being delivered with his words which had you practically squealing, eyes watering as you nodded curiously.

“yeah, fuck. yes. for both of you,” you whimpered, unable to control the moans leaving your lips. “i cant anymore, fuck━ please,” you almost cried from the overstimulation, nails digging into charles shirt. you hadn’t even realised till now the two of them were practically fully clothed.

“gonna cum for us one more time pretty girl,” charles grunted, if you couldn’t take it you would make it clear; the way you were still attempting to ride him despite your sore and shaking body spoke for itself. you didn’t want it to stop.

all hope was lost when pierre’s hand had slid between the pair of you, finding your clit while charles fucked up into you; rubbing furious circles with little warning had your vision blurring and back arching.

charles hand had to suddenly cover your mouth when you came ━ not wanting the whole hotel floor to hear you cum for your sake, although pierre was quick to slap his arm away; not wanting to miss out on hearing those sounds he had missed so much.

your head fell against charles shoulder as he came into you only moments later, not being able to stop himself with the way you squeezed around him and screamed his name.

“so fucking good for us,” charles repeated, having breathed out softly as you practically laid limp on top of him, catching your breath as his hand moved to run a few fingers through your hair comfortingly. all the while pierre brought his fingers up and to your mouth.

your eyes looked up at him hazily, happily taking his fingers in your mouth despite your fucked out state; bringing a grin to pierre’s lips. looking at you proudly. always so keen to please.

it didn’t take long for you to suck his fingers clean, before allowing your eyes to shut for a few moments ━ wanting to somewhat gather yourself after what had just happened.

“can’t believe you two planned this,” you muttered out after a few moments of comfortable silence; voice coming out weak due to the strained moans from earlier.

“we did not plan it ma belle. it was an idea.” charles defended, his fingers still lazily playing with your hair - which felt like heaven right now. hearing pierre’s laugh from afar caused you to lift your head, only now realising he was no longer beside the pair of you.

“which you seemed to love.” pierre smirked, approaching you with a small towel. “come on, let’s get you cleaned up hm?” he spoke softly, causing you to nod as you got off charles with his help, moving to his side on the couch.

“oh, he’s no longer a demanding asshole.” charles commented with a smirk, causing you to let out a small giggle, watching as pierre rolled his eyes; squatting down to clean you up without any hesitation.

“shut up. i didn’t take you as such a suck up.” pierre scoffed, paying close mind to wiping your inner thighs as if he had done this many times before. because he had. those nights together, he never failed to take care of you afterwards regardless of how rough he got.

“do you two ever stop?” you spoke out tiredly, shaking your head with a half assed laugh.

what scared you was there was not one bit of tension in the room. it wasn’t awkward, you weren’t in a rush to find your clothes. neither of them were in a rush to leave. speaking of the events that had just occurred as if they were nothing. as if it were normal.

as if it could become normal. which worried you, because despite claiming that was a one time thing. you couldn’t help but already crave more. unsure if any sexual encounter that follows this could ever live up to that; the two of them getting you off.

oh how you had fucked up this time.

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a/n: everyone pls ignore the fact that this is my first post in months oops 🤠🤠

anyways i hope y’all liked this it took me so long and idek if i’m happy with it so pls gimme feedback i love reading it. if u have part 2 ideas too i am open to suggestions if that’s something y’all would want 👀

[decolonize-the-left]

I saw your post about leftists belittling the Landback movement without fully understanding it, and I'm realizing I really don't know enough about it. Can you provide some information or trustworthy sources, or direct me somewhere?

Landback is the result of a few different concepts and familiarizing yourself with them first should be step 1.

There's anti-colonialism, indigenous sovereignty, generational wealth, & generational trauma. Looking up A.I.M (American Indian Movement), it's history, and goals would also be a good place to start. As would looking into the treatment of natives on reservations. Look into the history of treaties and how often they've been broken. Learning where we're coming from when we say "landback" will help you see where we want to go.

Follow Indigenous people. Follow indigenous creators, go out of your way to do so (I don't know any usernames off the top of my head, oops. but go through the #ndn #landback & #stopline3 tags)

But honestly... another part of it is understanding that indigenous lessons aren't written like white stories and books are. We don't have a book I can give you that neatly explains it. (Personally, I learned without ever having needed to pick up a book about it so... no I don't have specific resources. What I've learned I've learned over the course of my life from ppl and resources around me).

Landback is this simple to me:

Let us be Indigenous again. Point blank that's it. That's what it means. But lemme explain...

Colonizers came and took everything. Our land, our women, our men, our children, our futures, our freedom, and tried their damnedest to take every drop of our indigeneity too.

Just give us the land back.

Nobody can own the earth. When we say landback we don't mean ownership.

We aren't going to evict the Europeans or anyone else. But we do want to be caretakers of the land. We want to move freely on it like we used to (reservations and confining us to them is an insult and inhumane... like a cage). Taking our resources and giving us shitty land we can hardly work and can't really live off of when that's all we've done... leaving us to feed ourselves with greasy, unhealthy rations... forcing us to be reliant on that shit.

We mean let us do burns to prevent wildfires. We mean let us pick berries on land that now has a 'no trespassing' on it. We mean let us migrate and move around with the seasons like we used to without needing a passport or without breaking some law that was invented (probably) specifically to force Indigenous ppl to respect land ownership and stay where we were told.

We mean abolish the idea that you own land and have the right to govern who can use that land.

We mean decriminalize being Indigenous.

Anyway, if my followers or mutuals have any resources, please add them for anon.

[phddyke]

So I’ve never posted something like this on tumblr before, but there’s a first time for everything right? So here it goes.

My girlfriend (STB fiancé) just lost their father on Tuesday. Their mother died a few years prior (was ruled a homicide) so now they have no living parents at the age of 24. The grief has been soul-crushingly painful and I’ll be honest, I can’t fathom how they’re feeling right now.

I’ll get straight to the point. I have been on tumblr for close to 9 years, which spanned high school through graduate school, and I have gone through multiple financial crises without having asked for a cent. I’m really glad I saved it because my life partner needs this way more than I ever could.

Here’s a breakdown of the costs:

1) their work offered them 2 days paid bereavement leave, which meant they went back to work literally four days after their last living parent passed away. They ideally want to take 2 weeks off, so we need to raise the amount of wages that would cover.

2) Their father’s wishes were for his ashes to be dispersed in a specific area of St. Louis, so we need to raise the funds for a (very simple) trip there (no stays at Ritz Carlton or first-class flights, just basic travel)

& 3) Their father was unable to work from the time my partner was 7 onward, so he subsisted purely on SSDI. He died with just barely enough in his bank account to cover the cheapest cremation in the area—AFTER the funeral home gave us a discount. If we could raise that money, they would be able to receive the (meager) amount of inheritance they would have gotten, and we also added in enough to pay the funeral home the full cost if we manage to raise it since the director of the funeral home has been an incredibly kind and generous man, plus it’s a family business.

Currently, we have raised $775/$4600 with the GoFundMe and Venmo. I’m incredibly grateful and humbled for the support we have received so far. If you’re struggling, please do not feel guilty about not donating; we understand people are struggling and don’t want to take food out of anyone’s mouths. If you can spare even $5, thank you. If a thousand people gave that much, they’d reach their goal and then some. If you can’t donate, sharing would be very helpful. Here are the links:

GoFundMe

Venmo: @Asht1997

PayPal: ashthompson1203@gmail.com

[fernshawart]

Do you want to write a good disabled character?

I've been seeing the topic of disabled characters being thrown around for a while now, especially when it comes to good or bad writing. Usually, the topic is what you shouldn't do. There are a lot of great posts explaining this, and I don't want to repeat what has already been said dozen of times. Instead, today, I would like to give you exemples of what I, as a disabled person, consider to be great writing, and give you further analysis on why do these characters work !

Toph from ATLA

Toph is a blind little girl who feels like she struggles to find her place in the world as her parents prevent her from doing anything but very simple activities as they fear she might get hurt

First of all, Toph is strong. Like, really strong. She's a champion who has won multiple prizes, she loves fighting, and she even became aang's mentor. She's not a cliché of a poor little girl who can't do anything on her own, and we love that.

The relationship with her parents is rather realistic and a good source of conflict for her character. Depending on the disability, family can get either overwhelmingly protective or deny you're struggling completely. Toph is in the first case, and her trying to prove to others and herself that she can do things on her own is excellent for character growth.

Her disability does define her. We have to stop demonizing the fact that yes, some people are disabled. Toph is blind, it's part of her character and she wouldn't be the same without that trait. While characters that aren't defined by their disabilities are a GREAT representation, sometimes it's really nice to see a character whose disability is an inherent part of themselves, especially when they don't care/are proud of it like Toph. Toph has no problem making jokes about it, even mocking people who forget it.

Her bending doesn't magically cure her disability. Too often in fiction, some characters are met with a cure that gets rid of all of their problems. That is not the case for Toph. Her bending does help her quite a lot, but she can't read, draw, she's completely lost when she's flying ... Everything isn't just solved by flipping a switch.

Edward from FMA/FMAB

Edward is an amputee whose goal is to find a solution to help his little brother recover his lost body and recover his own lost arm and leg that he lost after an accident.

While Edward's goal is directly linked with his disability, it doesn't define him completely. Edward mostly feels guilty towards his brother for his mistake, and seems to think more about his safety rather than recovering his own limbs. It's interesting to state since too often, disabled characters tend to have for only goal to "fix themselves"

Slowly throughout the manga/anime, his goals get more and more different, diverging completely from what he used to have in mind. This drives him even further away than him just trying to find a cure.

When you think of Edward, the first word you have in mind probably isn't disabled, despite it being shown in the first episode of both series. This character has a full personality, background, job, ideology and thoughts. He's not just "the disabled one"

Yet, with that in mind, Edward's disability is still a very important part of his life. His automails may malfunction. He needs them to be repaired rather often. The process to get them onto your body is extremely painful and you can see everything around it is very time consuming.

Eda from the Owl House

While Eda's curse isn't exactly like any other real disability (if you can find a way for my chronic pains to turn me into a harpy sign me up), her writing does have many, many similarities to chronic illnesses.

Eda is a women in her mid forties who slowly learns how to live as a criminal witch with two children to take care of and a curse that slowly grows more powerful with time

Eda's curse is something she deeply hates and desperately tries to get rid of, but it isn't something about her that's constantly shoved in our face. It does have consequences, but getting rid of this curse clearly isn't Eda's main goal during the series.

However, with that in mind, the curse does take a huge part of her life. She has to take a medication for it, with huge consequences if she forgets it, she slowly grows weaker until she's completely unable to perform something she used to be so good at (that thing being magic), the presence of the curse has a huge impact on her mental health ...

Another important thing is that this curse doesn't affect just her, but the ones she loves as well. Being unable to talk about her problem makes it difficult for her to form bonds with others, one of the main instances of that being with Raine, her ex-partner. The fact that she hides her pain and distress makes it even worse for everyone and she feels like she can't really ask for help.

Another really important thing that links her to real-life disabilities is that her mother is desperate to find a cure, even going to find quacks who pretend that they can help. At this point, eda doesn't think she can be cured, or at least not by any regular means, and feels distressed to see her mother repeatedly saying that she found a cure. This is something that happens a lot with disabled people and can be a great source of interpersonal conflicts.

Finally, Eda accepting her curse and taking it as a part of herself is a really healthy way to portray acceptation. She's not cured. She doesn't gain the magic she lost back. However, she does gain confidence and happiness with it

[chrollohearttags]

sugar, sugar • levi ackerman

kinks: sugar baby/daddy dynamic, spit kink, phone sex, squirting, choking, throat training, anal, mutual masturbation, implied pregnancy, breeding

black !fem reader

word count: 4.2K

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"Is that really all you need, my love? It's no trouble send more."

"I'm fine, I promiseee, thank you so much."

"Of course. I went ahead and had your next two months rent taken care of and I put a little something extra in your account, in case you change your mind."

$25,872 available in your account...

and you didn't have to lift a single finger to get it.

these were the typical conversations between (y/n) and the man who had been spoiling you rotten for the past year.

"You didn't have to do th—

"I'll do whatever I please. And making you happy is the only thing I want. So enjoy."

Levi Ackerman, a renowned, billionaire entrepreneur that had amassed his fortune in

tech and stocks was one of the richest men in the world.

he was on Fortune 500 covers, Forbes 30 under 30 and a plethora of other magazines.

a genius in his own right, truly..but all of that started to pale in comparison when he met you.

young woman working in a department store, struggling to make ends meet while putting yourself through school..and by nothing more than chance,

this guy spots you while out shopping and just couldn't take his eyes off of you.

despite his wealth and the fact that he was goddamn fine, he was still very laid back.

he despised attention and didn't want to flaunt it to get what he wanted. But he enjoyed the finer things and he always obtained them.

Somehow, you wound up helping him with a pair of shoes and he was smitten after one conversation.

one thing led to another and the two of you became pretty close. That's when he hit you with a bombshell.

come to find out, buddy was rich! And not just rich, he was loaded. Naturally, most women would go crazy at the idea and become greedy groupies.

seeing that you weren't anything like that and being someone that he could trust, he gave you a proposal.

the thing was, Levi wasn't much for relationships but he also wasn't too keen on the idea of having multiple women in his life.

and he didn't want to take you away from your goals either.

so in order to keep you around and not have to commit to something exclusive,

he decided on the happy medium of being your sugar daddy; paying your bills, shopping sprees whenever you wanted, taking you on trips, buying you and your girls Birkins and Telfars..

it was a dream! Not to mention, he wasn't a creep nor did he proposition you for the sugar.

but it was because of that, you wanted to give it to him more! Some evenings, you just needed to be taken care of without money.

tonight was one of those nights.

riding in the back of a Rolls Royce, chauffeured by one of his many drivers, you were being brought to his luxury sky rise condo in the city.

just one of the four homes he owned across the country.

continuing your conversation, you'd cross you legs as you took a sip from the champagne flute in front of you.

"You know, you're too good to me sometimes."

"Nonsense. I'm the one that doesn't deserve you..but I'll make it up to you tonight. I assume you got your gift?"

referring to the lingerie, skin tight dress and message card he had left at your doorstep.

his instructions for the evening were simple:

something sexy that I can rip you out of...I'm feeling a little greedy tonight so excuse my bluntness..but I'm fucking the shit out of you the second you come through the door.

that had you on ten because he was never so brash. When you did make love, it was always soft..passionate and he didn't like to be so forward.

but that was out of the window. He was in a rare mood for sure.

it sounded as if he may have had a little to drink from the tone. But that deep voice was doing things to you.

"The driver can't hear us..means I can say whatever I want?"

he was grunting, as if he were indulging in some of the fun by himself already.

"Of course..speak your mind." and he did exactly that, dropping his voice to a whisper just to get you even more aroused.

"Because I could tell you to play with that pretty pussy for me and no one would be able to stop me.."

hearing him be so vulgar was getting you hot. "That's right.."

he'd keep that same tone of voice as he continued pleasuring himself on the other side. Meanwhile, your fingertips were gliding between your thighs.

"She's dripping wet, isn't she?"

he knew you entirely too well because you were throbbing through the seat of those panties.

"Mmhmm."

"And you're also doing that cute little thing where you bite your finger to keep quiet while you play with her?"

correct again! Taking a fingertip between the lace, you'd gently part them to the side so you could rub your aching clit.

just as he predicted, you were soaking wet and couldn't stop;? the opposite hand was around your mouth, trying to stop those moans but it was nearly impossible.

"Don't get shy now..talk to daddy, tell me what you want me to do it—"

interrupting himself on the hitch of his own nearing release. He had been jerking himself off and you couldn't get there fast enough.

but lucky for him, you wanted to join in on the risky fun.

parting those legs a little wider, you'd stroke your aching bud a little more; the friction sending tremors up your legs.

it was sticky just from his voice alone..you couldn't wait to let him get a piece.

letting those fingers dance around in your folds, you'd moan his name with a high pitched cry. Eventually having to suck your teeth to keep from getting louder.

"I want you to get deep in this pussy, daddy...."

"That's my girl..keep talking that shit to me.."

soft grunts with aggressive banter filled both ends of the line and the longer the drive went on, the more impatient both of you became.

"I want you to fuck the shit out of me..just make me take it."

"And who does it belong to?"

"It's yours..."

"I said who does it belong to?...Who's pussy is it?"

you were playing with that clit faster than before and it was taking its toll. A tiny puddle of your arousal was dripping onto the leather seats and precum was staining his knuckles.

you were trying to answer but the overwhelming lump was catching in your throat.

"Don't make me fucking repeat myself, princess. Speak up.."

focusing on pleasuring yourself and appeasing him was sending your brain into overload but ultimately, you don't both at the same time.

clutching your folds around those fingers, you'd squeeze your thighs shut and cry out..

"It's your pussy, daddy! It's all yours..."

the other end was soon filled with a loud moan, followed by laughter.

"That's my girl..now come up here and let me remind you why.”

you hadn't even noticed the car had come to a halt and you were in front of the luxurious building where he lived.

just like that, you had arrived...

—

when you made it to the inside, it wasn't even a full five minutes before the fun began.

clothes were scattered about the marble tile floors, including your dress and his silk robe.

he certainly made good on the promise of ripping you out of it all and giving you the best sex ever.

"That's a good girl..don't go down too fast. I won't be able to see those sexy eyes..go slow."

currently, you were kneeling down on your knees, ass in the air in front of his seat on the couch as you sucked him off. Loud gagging and slurping noises erupted through the air as those lips swelled around his shaft.

his entire cock head down to the base was covered in sloppy strings of saliva with each bobbing movement. That's what he loved about you.

for as well as you carried yourself in public, you were an absolute slut for him behind closed doors.

he could train you to his leisure because you were so obedient and submissive and he loved that.

with a hand pressing gently to the top of your head, he'd guide it down slowly, listening to the gurgling sounds that sounded so heavenly.

those fluffy eyelashes flickered back and forth, your gaze locked in with his own as you finally managed to fit him about three quarters of the way.

and to be certain he felt nothing but throat, he bound your wrists with those panties you were wearing earlier.

immediately, his own head flew back and he was in awe of your skills.

"Fuuuuck, baby..you swallow that dick so nice. No wonder you get whatever the fuck you want out of me."

and it was true. It wasn't the sole reason but it played a part for sure.

between your thighs, it was a puddle of dripping sex and you needed it quelled soon. Two free fingers ducked underneath and spread apart those plump lips and began to circulate your bud.

the moans of self pleasure vibrated around his dick and he couldn't handle another moment.

eventually, he'd force your head down himself and pound the back of your throat relentlessly. Breathing through your nose done little to suffice for his air restriction but you loved it.

bucking his hips upward, Levi worked those muscles in your mouth to his hearts content.

"You ready for that nut, baby?! Huh?!" his normally calm demeanor becoming much more aggressive had you hot and bothered in the best way.

feeding you a couple slaps to your face, he'd stare down at you like the filthy little toy to him you were.

"Matter of fact, come with me. Cum all over those fingers..stretching that tight little pussy for daddy..you did it and I didn't have to say a word.."

another one of the many commands he had instilled in your corrupted brain.

for a man that preferred his body count to a minimum, he was still a freak.

as he instructed, your fingers pumped that tight hole and spread the clenching muscles apart for his entrance.

but with a couple more strokes from both of you, the floor was filled with your juices and your throat was filled with his cream.

it was the perfect mess to a beautifully chaotic scene. Finally withdrawing from between those swollen lips, he'd slowly observe the aftermath with a grin on his face.

"I love it..just stay like that for a minute..."

(y/n) was exhaling with sharp breaths; strings of cum sliding your already painted tits and chest.

"You're so pretty, even when I fuck your face..did that feel good, baby? I see you made quite the mess."

brushing the sides of your cheek with gentle knuckles and such compassion in his voice.

"Yes, thank you, sir..I love when you use my throat like that, it gets me so wet."

the innocence in your tone and eyes didn't match the body language at all. He knew you needed much more than that to satisfy those needs.

waving you towards him with a finger, the man cockily patted his lap to signal for you.

"Yeah? Well let's see how much more we can make you put out..come here, princess."

hopping up, you'd climb onto his lap; back arched and knees pressed into the couch.

he'd examine that sexy frame as you laid in position. Smooth mahogany skin covered in sheen and sweat, perfect breasts with perky brown nipples, thick thighs coated in cum and a round ass, jiggling just for him.

lacing a hand around your throat, he'd tilt that head upright and make you stare at him.

"You ready to get even nastier for me, baby? To fuck me like only you can?"

nodding your head, you'd give the signal but it didn't suffice.

tightening your grip, he'd cause your face to scrunch up in pleasure as he laid more heavy handed smacks to the soft flesh.

"Answer me.."

"Yes daddy.."

you were purposely monotone so he'd slap you again and grasp your throat even tighter. Your shit was sore already but it didn't even matter.

you wanted it to hurt when he was done!

"I said answer me..what the hell was that?"

something about that mean streak of his was so goddamn sexy. Two more of those heavy slaps were given to you back to back and they made you yelp.

you were trying to hide the smile on your face but it felt too good.

"Ah!—fuck! I'm sorry..yes, daddy!" by this point, your tongue was hanging out of your mouth and you were panting like a helpless puppy in midsummer heat.

noticing that spit dribbling from the tip of it, that gave him an idea..

"No, I don't think you are..not yet at least." in a moments notice, you were flat on your back with those legs pinned behind your head.

he was determined to leave his imprint on you. What Levi wanted more than nothing else was to let it be known that you were his.

not in the sense of a girlfriend or by material things; he wanted you to be corrupted to the point that it left a sense of guilt and bitterness to even pay attention to another man.

that you can't even function without thoughts of him in your mind.

that adorable stare of yours was going to be his downfall but he wasn't going alone.

circling those fingers around your lips, he'd stick them inside and pump them gently in your mouth.

as you suckled on the digits, he'd also begin guiding that tip across your slimy heat, just barely grazing it.

"You have no idea what you do to me, do you?..looking like that makes me want to put a baby inside of you..make sure you never leave."

your sex was ever so slightly coating that head and he was torturing himself by not feeling more. But slowly, he pushed himself inside, only to withdraw completely a second later.

repeating this a couple times, he knew it was going to drive you insane.

"What if I just came inside of you until no more could fit?..would my good girl like that?"

nodding your head, you'd whimper around those fingers that were pacifying you.

"Yeah, I thought you would. So what are we gonna do to get that? Hmm?"

reaching down to brush a piece of hair from your face so he had a perfect view of your eyes.

"What are you gonna do to get this nut out of me and into that tight pussy?"

that thick cock of his was jumping from the force of his hips and it slapped against your folds a couple of times.

"C'mon, angel..use those words. I'm waiting.." slowly, he'd remove them and not a second sooner.

"Please daddy, fuck me! Please, I need it.."

while you were pleading your case, he was a step ahead; filling you with that dick as you requested.

you were tightening already and squeezing down with only three or so inches inside but he had plenty more to go.

laughing, he'd watch you struggle to take what he had already put inside.

"But can you handle it? I mean, look at you..shaking."

"So make me..make me take this dick..this is yours so you do what you want to it, right?"

your sudden boldness was the catalyst to his dominance and you weren't as ready for it as thought.

smirking, he'd place a hand atop your stomach and proceed to fill you up.

"Touché. Alright..if that's what you want.."

but that final push was a hard thrust that made your eyes go wide. He could tell the initial shock after months without it was a lot for you.

unfortunately, he had no desire to soothe you through it tonight.

reaching down, he'd tear that lace from your wrists and free you from the constraints.

"Hold those legs back then, because I don't want shit in my way when I start beating this pussy up. Understand?"

licking your lips, you'd answer right away and not a moment later.

"Yes sir.."

with that, he'd begin moving his hips. Bucking forward and filling you up.

he started out slow but with deep strokes. He wanted you to feel every bump, and take it as you said.

tossing his head back, Levi tried his damndest to focus but you had him ready to bust just that quick. From just a couple of thrusts, you were already creaming and the sounds were so satisfying.

his stroke game was something serious, you couldn't even lie!

keeping those legs pinned back, your toes would curl and you'd begin breathing heavily as he sped up.

"Mmm..so good..it feels so good." you'd look down and both of you watched it go in and out.

trying to handle it but that wet cunt just would not keep it steady. That was until he pressed down harder on your stomach and threw it in your guts.

those thrusts were faster and much harder now but you wanted it all. Burying it to the hilt and stirring up those insides.

"Fuck! Right there.."

"Is that where you want me, baby? Make it talk to me.."

that pussy was squelching and clamping all over him, which fueled the fire. The noises it was making were so hot.

that hand was back around your throat, folding your body up and those legs were on his shoulders.

your eyes were gridlocked and he refused to let you look away. He should've been the only thing on your mind.

"Oh my God, you fucking the shit outta me!"

"I can't help it, baby! This pussy is so fucking good..worth every goddamn penny.."

you were moaning and being completely vulnerable for each other but it didn't matter.

he then done something that surprised and excited you.

with your mouth agape, he'd spit down into it and let it slide off your tongue. He watched your eyes spark and a smile form.

"Thank you, daddy."

"You like that shit, don't you?"

giving him another nod, he'd just watch you take every inch of him with ease now.

"..love when my bitches are nasty for me..makes me want to—ahh!"

just then, he poured a warm nut inside of that womb, even though he was trying to hold it in. But there was no reason.

because he had more to give..you just had to take it another way.

slowing down for only a moment, he'd pull out and you'd squirt as if it were on command. "Shit!"

the mess that the two of you were making was worth the three month wait.

as you squirmed around, he was guiding your hips closer so that he could fuck you again. Little did you know...

"Yeah..think I'll take this next." your creamy mixture was dripping down to your tight little ass and the thought would not escape his head.

he didn't even need to prep it because you were so wet already.

amid your orgasm, he just pushed it in and you'd immediately freeze up. Watching your reaction was priceless.

slapping those cheeks, he'd make you place those palms on it and spread them apart.

he had never done anal with you but this sensation was insane. For both of you.

"Daddy...oh my gosh. I can't—"

"Shut the fuck up..."

he wasn't saying it to be mean, he just couldn't take it himself and needed to concentrate.

but you liked that side of him.

"Sorry, baby—I just...I need to focus.." chest rising and falling with each thrust as that spongey bundle of nerves grabbed ahold of him.

you were stretching with every passing moment and he was struggling to keep it together. Your moans made it much more difficult.

"It's so deep in this ass.."

"I'm about to get deeper, baby. Get ready.."

he hit his second stride and boggled down into the hilt.

you were creaming and slathering that dick in all of your cum and he was begging to cum again.

bouncing those hips off of your backside, loud clapping filled the room.

"Oh God!—please let me nut in this ass, baby. I'm begging..let me have ittt."

the submission in his voice was your weakness and without question, you granted his wish.

you'd let him do it and a second warm load poured into your second hole and he was practically heaving as he collapsed over your trembling body.

that was it..neither of you could take another second.

he'd kiss you with so much passion and love that it felt as if he were yours for a moment.

as if it were love..

when he finally caught your gaze, he'd crack into another smile and stroke your temple lovingly.

"Don't ever leave me, got it?..You're not going anywhere..and you won't ever give it to anyone else."

and he was absolutely right. "I wouldn't dream of it.."

rubbing his cheek, you'd kiss him yet again and assure that you were all his. No matter how much he blew on you..the love you made was priceless.

[veenxys]

「Shinsou being a simp for you」

shinsou's words come out so naturally and sweetly from his lips that it honestly leaves him confused to realize how messed up you are with this. he says things like "i don't know what i'd do without you" when you offer him a cup of tea while he works or studies, and also things like "you really are an angel in my life" when you grab him by the shirt before he might crash into a bicycle.

he asks for consent whenever he's not sure, because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. there are times when he really wants to kiss and touch you, but he feels it would be rude of him to do that without knowing if you wanted to. that's why he asks “can i kiss you?” there's just something appealing and genuine about him mumbling those words as he leans closer to you.

he doesn't just say “how was your day” he says “tell me about your day”. he is genuinely interested in hearing you speak and enjoys this little moment with you. he hears you ramble with a passionately look and with a genuine twinkle in his eye as you talk about your day; often with one hand resting on his chin while the other absently plays with a lock of your hair. he also just says “oh yeah?” “that's cool baby.” while he keeps listening to everything you have to say.

he has a polaroid picture of you on his cell phone cover or in his wallet, and when he misses you, he usually takes it and with a silly smile on his face he runs his fingers gently over your face, as if he were stroking you.

he loves to give you flowers; it doesn't matter if it's just a simple flower he saw on the street or a beautiful flower he saw in a flower shop; every flower he sees he remembers you and he can't help but smile genuinely. he also loves putting flowers in your hair and he looks at you with the cutest and most passionate smile in the world; the flower is very beautiful, but nothing compares to the genuine and unique beauty in you.

if he sees you sleepy or even napping, he won't think twice about gently resting your head on his shoulder or in his lap; stroking your hair and leaving a few soft kisses on your temple from time to time.

he always lets you taste something first of what he’s about to eat or drink; before he can even bring the food to his lips, he directs you, encouraging you to take a bite and he can’t help but smirk when you make a cute face like you’re enjoying the food. when he drinks something he puts the straw carefully towards your lips and looks at you while you take a sip.

he loves to see you doing your hobbies and he loves to see you draw. he thinks it's amazing how you dedicate yourself to something you love and he always finds himself smiling looking at your concentrated face; he usually makes you tea or gives you some snacks and he always gives you a kiss on the head before sitting next to you; trying to draw something with you and for you.

he has a habit of waking up earlier than usual just to cuddle with you in bed; enjoying every comfortable, warm second with you before the two of you get up and go through the day. he snuggles up to you, putting his face on your neck and breathing deeply in your scent; letting himself be carried away by the unique and dreamy feeling of having you in his arms.

he helps you readjust your clothes; he holds the coat for you as you put your arms in, and he also adjusts the collar and helps you get your hair out of the hood. he buttons and zips your coats for you, wraps the scarf around your neck so that it covers your nose and makes you feel comfy and warm; and he always kisses your forehead when he finishes.

he always holds your hand while crossing the street or when you are somewhere with more people. he also protects you with his body when you feel shy or uncomfortable, as if that small gesture could protect you from the rest of the world.

him being your biggest supporter and encouraging you to chase all your dreams and goals; he knows it's not easy, but he wants you to know that he will be by your side to lift you up when you fall, he wants to celebrate the victories with you but he wants to heal you from the defeats because he loves you and just wants the best for you.

he loves to sleep looking at you. your calm and soft face soothes him a lot and reminds him that everything is fine now; he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, leaving a light kiss on your lips before falling asleep with you.

he loves to caress your face; he loves to run his fingers lightly over your cheek and melts a little more when you kiss his wrist. he can't help, you’re so precious and unique and he feels so lucky to have you. sometimes in the middle of the night you can feel a light and gentle caress on your face; when you open your eyes you see him looking calmly at you, a small smile tugging his lips as he says ‘hi baby’

he loves to play the guitar for you. he feels so good and comfortable next to you; it’s like he's on top of the world with the love of his life where nothing and no one can get in the way of you two. he loves to immerse himself in this moment while letting his heart speak through the music. your pure, shining gaze always makes his heart race; because is when he realizes that he's safe, he’s home.

he loves taking candid pictures of you; you are like a work of art in his eyes and he can't help but admire you at every moment, but that's not enough, he needs to keep this not just in his heart. and, when you least expect it, you hear the sound of his cell phone camera and he shyly with a smile on his face as he looks at his phone; proud to have taken another photo of the love of his life.

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[abibliophobiaa]

golden hour - tasm!peter x f!reader

a/n: this one started off as a short little blurb in my mind and grew into this 6K one-shot.

tasm!peter parker x f!reader

summary: Peter Parker has been stuck in the friend zone for a bit. Maybe this final project will be what it takes to get him out of it. A guy can hope, right?

cross posted this on my ao3. suggestions for what you’d like to see me write next are welcomed in the comments. hope you enjoy; i just enjoy writing and getting my heart out there.

If you hadn’t already been dating someone, you’d have admired Peter Parker for the sight he created before you. Hair a floppy mess. Tattered jean jacket askew on his chest. The camera wound around his neck. With the most beautiful, gigantic coffee in his hand. Tantalizing beyond belief, and handsome to boot.

The man in question dangled the cup in front of your face, earning a gentle swat when he’d pulled it away from you at the last moment in the taunt. He glowered at you at the moan you released at the first sip of the heavenly drink. The scent of vanilla assaulted your nose in the best way, and all was suddenly right in the world once again. Life oozed back into every dried-up, tired cell in your body.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You’d been studying for your Calculus test for hours. A subject you very much hated, mind you, for the mind suck it was. Peter liked those subjects, which had established the beginning of your study meetups.

“How’d your interview go for the full time Bugle position?” You asked, leaning back into your chair.

Patrons of the library looked to the two of you, disgruntled faces directed at your obscene-sized coffee curled in your palm. Part of you wanted to wave it back at them, but you refrained. It was a tad bit dramatic after all. And sure—there was a giant sign on the front of the door saying, ‘no food or drinks allowed,’ but Peter had charmed the socks off of the front desk librarian a month ago, and there were some rules now meant to be broken.

“I think it went well,” he said, shrugging. With a sudden burst of energy, he scrambled to dig for something in his backpack and dropped a familiar orange bag onto the table before you. “Forgot I grabbed you some Cheetos.”

“He loves me!” You whisper shouted.

A girl at the next table hushed you. Glowered into her notebook as if it would petrify you on the spot. You really needed to find a new spot to catch up with Peter, but the coffee shop on campus was always filled wall to wall with young adults clicking away on their laptops, and your suite mates always bombarded Peter with questions about why he hadn’t asked you out yet.

You had one simple answer for that question: Eddie Brock.

Eddie and you had started dating at the end of last semester. Sure, you barely saw one another because of his internship and part-time jobs split between the both of you, but he meant well. Was cute too—all blonde-haired and blue-eyed. Built and broad-shouldered. With the perfect amount of scruff littering his chiseled jaw.

Your friends and Peter hated him, but you figured they were biased.

Eddie was confidence personified. Ambitious beyond comprehension. You liked that about him. Wanted someone who worked as hard as you toward your goals. So…sometimes he tossed people under the bus to get there, but he needed to do what he needed to do to secure hope for the future.

Or at least that’s what he tried to tell you last week when you got into another fight over him basically missing a game night with your suite mates because he spent the better part of it on the phone.

“Eddie was there,” Peter murmured, taking a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, he told me he was applying. I haven’t asked him how his interview went.” You shrugged, popping a Cheeto in your mouth.

“Either way, I’ll find out if I got it by next week. Now. Why’d you text me an urgent SOS?” Peter asked, opening his textbook, and placing it on the table next to yours. “Loved all the skull and crossbones emojis. The gifs were also…interesting.”

You’d forgotten you sent him about thirty emojis signaling your imminent death. And maybe also a few gifs of various people standing with a rain cloud over their head, crying over their situation. It was the most accurate depiction of the present state of things. All very grave, of course.

“My math questions have more letters than words,” you whined, slamming your face down against your notebook. “I’m going to fail out of ESU. I’ll have to go home to my family and tell them I couldn’t do it. Death by calculus. Rest In Peace me.”

Peter chuckled, pushing lightly at your head. “Come on, Drama Queen. What question were you on?”

You grumbled out, “Number three.”

There’s a moment of silence as Peter shuffled through the textbook, landing on the page in question. “Oh—this one’s easy.”

You whimpered as a response.

The next hour was spent with Peter in teacher mode. Helping you break down the equations in question into a way you started to understand. By the time you’ve finished, both of you have finished your coffees, refilled, and filled your stomachs with endless hot Cheetos.

Slamming your book shut, you glanced up at Peter. “You’re coming to game night, right?”

“Eddie’s coming, isn’t he?” Peter grimaced.

To say Peter and Eddie butted heads was an understatement. The two forged a rivalry of sorts very early on into their relationship—if you could call the two of them glowering at each other at all opportunities a relationship.

If you needed to determine a singular moment where they decided they disliked each other's company, it likely began when the two realized they were on par for the same photography positions and fought tooth and nail to outperform one another. Plus, the fact Eddie hated you two spent so much time together.

“Suck it up, Parker. He’s not that bad. Plus, you love me.” You batted your eyelashes and smiled up at him with your most dazzling smile.

"Fiiine. I'll come—but only because you know I can’t say no to that ridiculous face of yours.”  

The librarian practically shoved you out of the room after you slammed your book shut and threatened to chuck it at Peter’s smug face.

Granted, you’d been joking.

Which you tried to tell the woman as she ushered you toward the exit, Peter laughing from where he sat at the table. His foot kicked up onto the wood, arms pillowed at the back of his head in mocking.

—x—

“I’m going to need you to sit down,” you laughed, tossing a ‘reverse’ card onto the pile. Dropped back into your beanbag chair and took a sip from your wine glass.

Satisfied.

Hanna huffed; face pinched into frustration as her depleted pile was added to when she couldn’t put a card down. You danced a bit in your chair, shoving Eddie playfully. He grunted in reply, tapping away at something on his phone.

You wanted to smack it out of his hand; he’d been on it since he walked in an hour ago.

“Eddie—” Hanna started.

Eddie glanced up. “What?”

You turned to look at him. “It’s your turn, babe.”

“Oh.” He chucked a card onto the pile and resumed the incessant typing.

Peter tossed a piece of his straw wrapper at your head. Mouthed ‘cheer up,’ before taking a swig from his beer bottle. You stuck your tongue out at him, forcing a smile into place before watching as Lindy tossed a card onto the pile, looking like she’d won a prize with the way she bounced on her chair.

“Pick up four, and rue the day, babe!” Lindy screeched, earning a groan from a currently losing Peter Parker.

You mock pouted at him, rubbing your eyes as if you’d been crying. “Wow, must suck to be you, huh, Parker?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll catch up—don’t you lunatics worry.”

And he did. Surprisingly enough, the tides turned, and Peter ended up trouncing all of you. Eddie had backed out at one point to take a phone call in your bedroom, much to your disappointment, before Lindy and Hanna practically cried when Peter began shrinking his deck each turn, while theirs grew. At the end of all of it, he’d bowed.

“I’d like to thank the academy,” he said, grunting when you pushed him back into his beanbag chair. “Someone is a sore loser! You won at True American last week. It was my turn in the spotlight; it’s only fair.”

You were about to respond when Eddie walked out of the bedroom, looking around the living area. His gaze landed on your face, hand gesturing for you to follow him. Hanna and Lindy crossed their arms over their chests, faces hardened into stone, while Peter nudged his head as if saying ‘it’s okay.’

“I’m so sorry, babe. I know you guys are about to start game two, but I need to go—”

“Why?” You asked, hands on your hips as you entered your bedroom.

“My job. You get it, don’t you?”

You shook your head. “No, Eddie, I don’t. It’s one night. That’s all I ask, and you screw it up every week.”

“Every week?” He barked out a laugh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I was here last week for your Cruel American game.”

“True American. And you were on your phone the whole time for that too!” You grumbled, arms waving excitedly in the air.

“I have obligations. I have deadlines. I have more important things to—never mind.”

Your eye twitched. He wiped a palm down his forehead, realizing the error of his words. A pair of warm hands curled around your biceps. They’d used to make your stomach erupt with butterflies, but now they just made your skin burn with your anger.

“What were you going to say just then? Say it.”

He leaned in to kiss you. You leaned away; your head turned so his lips met your cheek. “Come on, baby. Don’t be like that.”

“It’s one night, Eddie. One. I ask you to be present one night, and you can’t even do that,” you said, grunting as he cradled you against his chest. “If you have more important things to do than try to spend time with your girlfriend—who has been very patient, mind you—I think you should go.”

He stilled. You could feel every muscle in his body growing rigid. He pushed you back a bit, holding you at arm's length. Those water-colored eyes met yours, and you thought for a moment they wavered with…sadness? How, when it seemed like he’d barely cared moments ago?

“All of this over a game night? Do you realize how ridiculous you sound right now?” He asked, laughing darkly.

“So now I’m ridiculous too? For wanting the person I’m seeing to fit in with my friends and my world? I’m asking you for the bare minimum. It’s not even just game night. You take calls when we’re out to dinner. You don’t even look at me or let me kiss you most nights. It’s like you’re there but not.”

“What are you trying to say here?” He paced around the room, carding his fingers through that blonde hair you’d enjoyed running your fingers through for a time.

“I think you should go,” you repeated, looking down at the floor. Eyes watered with tears, burning though you willed them to stop.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

He pulled you back against him, curling a hand around the back of your head. Pressed your face into his collar bone. You nodded slowly, sniffling.

“I think that’s best. You’re here—but you’re not. Haven’t been for a while.”

“Baby—”

“Eddie, you should go,” you whispered, releasing yourself from his grip.

Fingers curled around the doorknob. You gestured for him to make his way out of the cracked door, eyes not meeting his as he grabbed his phone from where he’d tossed it on his bed and saw himself to the living area. Heard him excuse himself to your suite mates and Peter as he exited out the front.

The back of your hand pressed to your forehead, heart hammering loudly in your ears. You’d just done that; broken up with your first college boyfriend. And you were sure all your friends had heard, judging by the way Lindy and Hanna scrambled out of their chairs and raced over to pull you into a huddle of limbs. Laughed when Peter joined the mix and pushed you all together even tighter.

“Moment of brutal honesty?” Lindy asked, blonde hair falling into your face.

Her twin, Hanna, shook her head frantically. “Lindy, if you’re going to say something dumb just stop yourself now—”

“He sucked. Like. I wanted to punch him all night,” she groaned, curling your fingers into hers when you giggled. “Every time I saw him. Very punch-able face on that man.”

“Lindy!”

Hanna swatted her sister in the head, and the two were wrapped up in a hellish game of wrestling where the two struggled for dominance in a ball of limbs and screaming.  

Peter lingered at your side, awkwardly holding out an arm as an opening. You shuffled closer to him and sighed as your face thudded into his solid chest.

You swore he flexed beneath you and snorted.

“Showing off, Parker?”

“Just trying to make you smile,” he answered, giving squeezing you smiled then, and hugged him even tighter.

—x—

Soon enough, a month had passed and your time of grieving your dead in the water relationship had ended. It ended even before the breakup. After countless nights spent talking into the wee hours of the night with Lindy and Hanna, you realized you hadn’t been happy for a while. The lead-up to the breakup was highly prolonged by the fact Eddie’s schedule always conflicted with yours in the first place.

Still, seeing him every Tuesday in your photography elective probed at the annoyed hurt which formed in your heart for the guy who seemingly never found the time for you. Especially that morning when your professor told the class the final project for the semester would be done in pairs. You previously worked with Eddie on anything which involved groups of any sort, and you’d be lying if you told him picking Georgina didn’t hurt. Not because you wanted to date him or anything, but more so the principle of it.

“I suppose you could be my partner,” Peter said from where he sat beside you, one leg crossed over the other, back leaned into his chair like he owned the place or something.

You glowered back. “I’m flattered you felt moved to take pity on me.”

He shrugged, chuckling. “I’m feeling charitable these days.”

You tossed your pencil at him, his fingers catching it mid-air. He always had the craziest reflexes.

“I ask you to be my partner and this is how you repay me? I’m hurt.” He clasped a hand over his heart, lip wobbling in jest.

“I’ll be your partner, you big dork. Now stop making that face. You look constipated,” you said, waving your hand in front of you.

“Keep complimenting me like that and I’ll think you’re trying to flirt with me or something.” He barely finished his sentence before you stuck your fingers in his hair and rubbed at the strands until they stuck out wildly against his head.

“Much better.” You smirked. Victorious.

The remainder of the class was spent brainstorming on the location of where you planned to do the final semester photo shoot. You were assigned portrait photography, but the background could be whatever you wished. Peter immediately decided you were the subject, at which you gasped out a ‘why me?!’

His answer shocked you. “Because you’re the prettier of the two of us.”

Did you turn into a blushing mess after? Yes.

The next matter of business was exactly where you could get the perfect shots for the project, and you chewed on the end of your pencil before smacking your forehead dramatically. Peter winced when you realized you might have hit yourself too hard.

“My uncle owns a little farm stand out on Long Island. They have the most beautiful sunflower fields.”

“Golden hour shoot,” he said, writing down notes onto a sheet of paper.

So, it was settled.

—x—

Peter, for the first time in a while, was nervous. He’d fought criminals almost daily for years, but the prospect of taking your photo and sharing a part of his life he was passionate about with you had him terrified. Sure, his primary degree would be in STEM, but photography had always made him happy.

And today he’d be photographing you. Who also made him happy. He needed to do this justice.

Judging by the way your foot tapped up and down the whole ride to Long Island, he knew you were just as nervous. Peter whistled as he pulled into the parking lot of your uncle’s stand, admiring the field surrounding the small, wooden building. It looked like something out of the old times. Charming, he thought to himself.

His breath caught in the back of his throat when you began pulling your jean jacket off your form, revealing a flowing, cream-colored dress beneath. Paired with some white converse, he’d never seen anyone cuter.

He admired the delicate lace straps for a moment, before realizing you might panic more if you saw him staring. You passed him a soft smile when he’d noticed a man who looked well into his fifties came walking over to the rental car, calling your name. You practically launched yourself at the man while Peter grabbed his backpack with the two cameras he planned on using, shucking it up onto his shoulder.

You glanced over your shoulder and beamed at him, gesturing his way. “This is my good friend Peter.”

Her uncle winked at him, extending a hand to shake. “Hello, ‘good friend, Peter.’”

Peter’s cheeks burned. Clearing his throat, he said, “This is something you got here. You sure we can use it?”

“Anything for my little girl here. You guys take all the time you need. The shop is usually slow this time of day, anyway,” he said. “Alright, you two. I’ll let you get to it. It was nice meeting you, good friend Peter.”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck with a sweaty palm. “You too, sir.”

And he was off, leaving Peter alone with you once more.

“He means well. Him joking like that means he likes you.” You muttered, not looking at him. You glanced into the distance, and he hated how far away you felt.

“Didn't know I was looking to impress today,” he teased.

He watched your eyes as they shifted, darting around the farm stand, hands smoothing along the length of your dress. He’d never seen you like this. Usually, you’d be cracking jokes or teasing him about something, not fidgeting on the spot. He reached out to wrap you against his chest, feeling your body relax slightly.

“Hey, what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“You’ll make me look okay, right? I don’t know, Pete. This is so scary. It just feels real…I don’t know…vulnerable, maybe?” You mumbled, voice muffled by his shirt.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, gripping your chin, and tilting your head to look at him. Your eyes softened. “This is vulnerable for me, too. Believe me. And you’ll look perfect. Don’t even worry about that.”

You exhaled against him, before extracting yourself from his chest. He hated the way his body felt colder once you were gone, and tugged the backpack closer to his shoulder, allowing you to lead him toward the field of tall sunflowers.

“We only have a small window of time. So, we have to move quick,” Peter said, stepping into a space in the flowers.

You turned around and faced him; hands planted on your hips. “How should I stand? What do I do with my body? I—”

“Hey.” He smiled, reassuringly. “Do you trust me, Y/n?”

“Of course, I do.” You tossed your head back, giggling airily.

“Okay, so then take a few steps and turn around to face me. Yup—just like that. Now,” he paused, stepping closer to you and tapping his finger against your chin. “It’s all about slow movements for the shots I’m going for. Pretend the camera is getting a shot of every inch of your face.”

He sensed the unease again, noticed it in the tightness of your shoulders. His fingers reached forward toward your hand, hesitantly. Eyes flickering to meet yours. His thumb rubbed the back of your hand gently in his, watching as your lips parted and you finally, finally exhaled a shaky breath.

He watched you step further into the flower field, fingers gripping the edge of that cream-colored dress. Feet practically dancing across the darkened soil. His heart thumped at the way you began twirling around, shaking your arms on an exhale. Releasing those jitters, before holding your face in a first pose.

He thought of the last time he photographed someone like this. Gwen when he’d still been dating her. Had took her to a park and captured her photo throughout the evening. The camera loved her, as it loved you now, your head tilting incrementally as instructed. Golden light dancing across your face, illuminating your silhouette hidden behind the flowers.

Rain battered the ground. But routines were meant to be kept. He’d laid a new bouquet on her gravestone, fingers running across the etched name when he saw her for the first time. A silhouette shrouded in the fog, close to him in age, holding aloft an umbrella in trembling fingers.

Rivulets of water tripped along the edges, cascading down the vinyl material. Peter wondered for a moment who you were here for. A family member, a lover, a friend? Your head tipped down and fingers trailed across the top of the slab of stone, coming back to your lips and pressing a lingering kiss there.

“Gwen. I love her name.”

Peter paused, watching as you sidled up to him, sharing your umbrella. “I loved her.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss. And I know it’s cliche to say, but I do believe they’re in a better place. Both of them.” Your fingers twisted around the umbrella, knuckles straining. “He was—is—my best friend. Car crash last year.”

“I’m so sorry.” He’d meant it. Swallowed on the knot in his throat, thinking of Gwen falling, falling, falling.

“You go to Empire State University.”

“What?” He asked, turning to you.

You pointed to his hand, hidden in his pocket. A strip of fabric dangled out. “Your lanyard. I have the same. Maybe I’ll see you around…”

“Peter.” His cheeks warmed. Heart did, too.

“My name is Y/n.” You beamed, bouncing on your toes a bit. “Smile, Peter. And do it often. It’s a good one.”

And he did. Long after you’d disappeared from view, he found himself grinning. Hopeful for the first time in a while. Left perplexed by a stranger and yearning to see you again.

So when he’d bumped into you at that coffee shop the first day back for junior year, fall semester, he’d promised to hold onto that.

To what Gwen spoke about in her speech senior year.

To hold onto hope. To keep it alive.

Peter swore under his breath because there was nothing truly more beautiful than you in the golden hour sunset. How the light danced on your features, how the dress moved around you as you walked. Each snap produced a new image. He would catalog them all if he could. Your cheeky smile. Your wistful gaze. The silly way you stuck your tongue out at him. Your pout, even. The tantalizing eyes. He’d held his breath throughout, wondering when this friendship ventured into another realm.

Maybe it had been that way all along?

Two people, navigating grief. Circling one another, before falling into something comfortable. Something like this. A bright light, stark in contrast to an otherwise dark world.

Color seeping into a dark canvas.

“Lay down for a second, okay?” Peter said suddenly, watching as your lips parted.

“Uh—okay, sure.”

And you laid down on the ground, finding a spot which wouldn’t soil your dress. Hands came up and fixed your hair. Peter stepped closer until both his feet were positioned on either side of your hips, camera poised at your face.

A smirk lined your features. His favorite of your many expressions. “Mr. Parker. Never thought I’d see you from this point of view.”

“I’m ignoring that statement,” he said, snapping a photo.

“So serious,” you grumbled, snorting. Earned a light tap from his foot in your ribs when you stuck your tongue out at him. “Fine, fine.”

Realizing he’d wanted complete concentration, you settled into a comfortable silence. The only sound was the snap of the cameras he’d brought along with him. Switched halfway through the shoot to another one, hoping to take some which he’d be able to develop in a dark room. Figured having the options would produce a better outcome.

And as the two of you walked back toward the car after wishing your uncle a good rest of his evening, Peter grunted at the weight of you against his arm, not expecting you to practically cling to him. “Can I see?”

He clicked through a few of the photos, watching your eyes scan each one with curiosity. “We can plan to edit them together sometime next week.”

You nodded and went climbing into the passenger’s side of the car. Peter gripped the steering wheel, feeling like he wanted to say so much, and yet came up empty-handed. His mouth opened and closed, before remaining shut. Instead, he gripped the steering wheel and inhaled slowly, tapping a thumb against the material. Your fingers curled around the hem of your dress. Legs crossed at the ankles. Silence descended, yet the unspoken words between the two of you screamed in his ears.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked, peeling away from the farm stand, eyes focused on the road.

Your head tilted; your bottom lip pinched between your teeth. “Anything, Pete.”

“Why did you date Eddie?”

He watched your mouth pop open suddenly. As if you expected him to say something else. And in a way, so had he. “It sounds so silly…but I don’t know. I mean, at first, I liked him a lot. And then I realized he was so into himself and his work, and that I was spending time with someone who never really saw me. I don’t even think he even liked me all that much; I think he liked the idea of me. Of being seen with me.”

“You deserve so much better than him, you know?” He said, his voice dropping into a whisper.

“Do I now?” You asked, peering up at him in the rearview mirror. Gazes clashed.

“Yes,” he breathed, shaking his head. “I wish you could see yourself how everyone else does. He never did. Not really. You’re…ridiculous sometimes. Dramatic to a fault. But you make everyone around you smile. Happy—hopeful. You’re my best friend and it sucked to watch you try to fit into his world when you were never meant to. Knowing you…the fullest version of you is the best thing ever.”

He watched as you swallowed, breath hitching. And then your eyes watered, and he opened his mouth to apologize when you whispered out a broken, “Thank you, Peter. I’d hug you, but you’re driving and you kind of suck at it and I don’t want to die.”

He broke out into a laugh at that, curling your hand in his own over the center console.

“I just wanted you to know you deserve the world.”

You smiled. “And I think the world of you for that. Love you, Pete.”

“Love you, too, dork.”

He held your hand the rest of the way home, and you’d let him. Your eyes drifted every so often to his in the mirror. Both growing aware of the weight lingering in the car. The question of whether to push past the line of friendship or dabble into something deeper. Unknown territory for the both of you. His chest ached at the thought of leaning over the gear shift and kissing you. Pushing your hair away from your neck and pressing a kiss there, too.

Instead, he remained rooted in place. Watching headlights pass on the other side of the road, growing used to the feeling of your skin against his own. Loving the way your thumb dragged along the back of his. A slow, methodical rhythm, as your head slowly drifted to the side and pressed against his shoulder. Eyes closed, breathing quieted in your sleep.

He was never so grateful for an hour's drive home if only so he could always spend it like this.

—x—

A week later, Peter texted you to come to meet him in the darkroom in the art building on campus. You hadn’t even known the place existed. Dark rooms had become somewhat obsolete, but you thought back to the fact Peter brought two cameras that day and obliged him. What greeted you when you walked in stole your breath.

A room basked in red lighting, pictures dangling from clips on a wire. Photos of you. Each in a black and white color scheme. Each of them beautiful. Your mind stirred in excitement, fingers reaching out to touch when a pair of arms tugged you back into a solid chest.

“Don’t touch,” he muttered, turning you to face him.

You pushed away, returning to the line of photos to inspect them all. Peter had done a beautiful job. You never particularly enjoyed photo shoots, and this was the first time you could say you loved seeing yourself photographed. It was almost as if Peter captured all the best parts of you—of your soul. You didn’t know how he managed it.

Noticing your amazement, Peter draped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you to his side. Since the moment in the car, the two of you had barely spoken. You chalked it up to a busy schedule, but a larger part of you imagined it more so had to do with the fact there was so much left unsaid. Conversations lingering on tongues, unspoken into the silence on that car ride. The way the both of you felt the shift in the atmosphere. Yet, neither of you breached the topic.

You danced on the line which might change everything.

The heated gazes over the rearview mirror. The lingering touches. The curled palms over the center console. Peter’s profession that you deserved the world. How your skin had warmed even from that. How your heart had thrummed with the idea of him reaching across the gap between you and pressing a kiss into your lips. Wishing to know what he felt like. What he tasted like. The way his voice might sound, breathless from kissing you until all thoughts were eradicated from your mind.

It was wild and senseless to think this way. The rational part of you hated you even dared to venture to think this way; the lesser, wilder, and baser part of you wanted no more than to curl your fingers around the back of his neck and draw his face down toward yours, claiming his mouth with your own. Whispering, “I want you. I adore you. I love you,” against supple skin.

When you turned around, you thought maybe Peter thought the same. His eyes dragged along your dress-clad form. The weather on campus had finally begun to clear up. Springtime was finally in full swing, so you’d settled on a dress with tiny sunflowers printed along the entirety of the flowing fabric. Had smirked in the mirror at the way it danced along your thighs, before donning the same white pair of converse you’d worn for the photoshoot.

You’d come with a plan, but it seemed like Peter had a mind of his own. The air simmered between you two. Heavy eyes drifted along your lips, before settling on the photos hanging on the wire. A half-hearted attempt to return to the important matter at hand. This was your final project, after all.

“These are amazing, Peter,” you finally said, stepping closer to inspect the black and white photo.

Your eyes traced your familiar features. The flower covering half your face, eyes narrowed into a sensual line. You felt emboldened. Feminine. Powerful. Beautiful. Peter snapped the photo, but you’d done that. Harnessed strength behind your eyes and unleashed.

“It meant a lot to me to shoot these. The digital ones on my computer are great, too, but these are…”

“I look beautiful. I don’t know how you managed this, Pete. They’re incredible—”

“It’s how I see you.” He whispered, turning on the heel to face you. Your heart skittered in your chest. “It’s why these were so important to me. I wanted to photograph you how I see you.”

Your bottom lip wobbled against your will. Fingers coming up to press against the shaking skin. Peter wrapped you against his chest, hand curling around the back of your neck. Toying with the baby hairs there. Kissed your temple to help soothe the hiccuped sob which spilled from your parted lips.

When you lifted your head, Peter’s eyes locked on yours. Those rounded, doe eyes drifted from your lips back to your eyes and then down again. A whispered ‘please’ fell from your mouth before his lips descended on your own—claiming them and silencing all questions between the two of you once and for all.

The world exploded around you. His mouth was warm and inviting. Coaxed a breathy sigh from you when he cupped his hands around the back of your knees and propped you up onto a countertop. Pushed your thighs apart to step between them, fingers pressing into the soft fabric hugging your hips. Shifted hair to the side and lavished attention onto your neck—elicited a gasped ‘Peter’ from you.

Your arms circled his neck. Drew him closer until your chests pressed together, hearts beating in tandem. Hot kisses drifted back up your neck, along your jaw, before settling back onto your lips. Slow, lingering touches. Exhaled sighs between parted lips. A gentle push and pull, like waves crashing on the shore.

He pulled apart enough to rest his forehead against yours, his panted breath seeping onto your bottom lip. Fingers trembling against your thighs. You toyed with the hairs at the back of his head, foot curling around the back of his hip to drag him closer still.

You grinned.

Satisfied.

“Hi,” you whispered, leaning forward to kiss him once more.

He dragged his tongue along your bottom lip. Coaxed your mouth opened against his. Drew another breathy sigh out of you, fingers drawing a lazy circle into your collar bone.

“Hey,” he said, kissing your forehead.

“I have a confession,” you said, nuzzling your nose against his.

He hummed in reply.

“I like you. More than a friend should.”

He swallowed. Shifted so he could wrap his arms around your waist. “I like you, too. Also, more than a friend should.”

“Good. Now, let’s start editing so we can do that again.” You ran your fingers down his arms, clasping your hands with his. “And then maybe you can take me on our very first not friend date.”

“Are you flirting with me—because it sounds like you are?” He asked, smirking.

“I might be. But don’t let it get to your head,” you teased.

He kissed you again. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“So, about that editing…”

Peter had never moved so fast.