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lickithrice · 2 days
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Hump day?
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rosstrytobe · 1 day
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I'M GOING TO DIE
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anitalianfrie · 14 hours
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young hot trouble // diggianini (ao3)
yesterday i saw the light. so today i wrote this
It started a long time ago, Enea supposes.  
They were – what? Fourteen? Fifteen? - limbs too long, and Diggia’s teeth were still covered in scrap metal. He remembers the excitement, the blood running down to his dick at the thought of doing something forbidden. His heart beating in his ears when Diggia said he was sure he would last longer than him. And Enea was never one to back down from a challenge. “Let’s try, then.” 
It was summer, and it was hot, and their naked thighs sticked together from the sweat on the little motorhome bed. Diggia had placed his phone on a pile of Enea’s school books that his father made him bring with him, but that he hadn’t opened for the whole weekend.  
The video they chose showed a girl getting fucked from behind. They argued a good five minutes before settling on that one, discussing about fairness. For all Enea knew, Diggia could have chosen something he didn’t like on purpose, to win the bet.  
As soon as the video started, Enea took himself out of his pants. He was already hard. He tried concentrating on the sounds the girl made, moving a hand up and down on his dick. She looked hot, and her tits were enormous, bouncing every time the man behind her fucked into her. Enea could feel Diggia moving, pressed against his shoulder, trembling. He started moving his hand faster. He couldn’t think.  
At one point, Diggia threw his head back, hitting the wall behind. He started making small, little sounds, as if he was trying to gulp down his moans, and Enea felt the other boy’s breath in his ears, and their thighs and their shoulders and their arms pressing together, and he turned his head to look at Diggia, his throat and his open mouth and his chest. The head of his dick was red and wet, disappearing under the palm of his hand, following a desperate rhythm.  
The sight made Enea feel hot inside, hot of shame and horniness and maybe something else also. 
Enea came first, that time. The first time after that, it was Diggia who did. 
It’s different, now. It’s been a long time since they have stopped pretending, stealing glances in the hope of seeing a fragment of the other’s body, of throat, of leg, of lips. But now that they are teammates again, after years and years, the air between them feels electric again, like it does before a storm, like it did in Enea’s motorhome, all those years ago. 
Enea wins the first race of the season. 
Diggia meets him in his motorhome, after the celebration, and Enea is still in his leathers, skin sticky with the prosecco he got sprayed with on the podium and still high on the win.   
Diggia presses him against the wall, opens his leathers and licks a stripe on his abs, tongue flat against his skin. When they kiss Enea can taste himself, the prosecco and the sweat, on Diggia’s tongue. He can’t think anymore. He reaches down, clumsy, dragging down Diggia’s sweats, feeling the hot and familiar weight of his dick in his hand. Diggia moans, low, in his ear, like he always does, running his hands on Enea’s skin, taking his dick in his hand, stroking him. 
Enea feels trapped, pressed against the wall like he is, but he likes it. Diggia keeps breathing hard in his ear, following the rhythm of the hand on his dick, an arm pressed against the wall near Enea’s head. 
There’s no build up, when Enea is with Diggia. It’s just like – BAM, like an explosion. The blood pumps in his vein, fast, and he can feel it in his ears, he can feel his breaths in his brain, and nothing else, nothing else but Diggia and their bodies pressed together. 
He lowers his head into the crook on Diggia’s neck, smelling him, his sweat, mouthing at the skin, sitcky-hot pleasure running up his spine. He keeps moving his hand, smearing Diggia’s precum on the head of his dick with his thumb, mouth full of his skin, and Diggia’s breath hitches, his throat spasming under Enea’s mouth. It’s just- it's- 
Enea’s hips start moving, out of his control, and Diggia’s hands starts to lose rhythm, fast and desperate, while he moans. Enea feels stupid, stupid, and he reaches up to gulp down Diggia’s little whines, to eat him, breathing him in. 
He can’t- he can’t- 
Enea comes, breathing hard in Diggia’s mouth, collapsing against him, still moving his hand on Diggia’s dick. It doesn’t take long before he comes too, painting Enea’s abs and chest in white.  
They stay like that for a bit, Enea pressed against the wall by Diggia’s weight, coming down from the orgasms, until Diggia takes his shirt off and cleans his hand on it, and then messily passes it on Enea’s chest, smearing the come around more than cleaning him. 
The t-shirt gets thrown in some corner of the motorhome, without much care. 
“Partita alla Play?” Diggia asks, eyes still half lidded from the orgasm, voice still limp, loose. 
Enea nods, still trying to get his breathing under control. 
“Partita alla Play.” 
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umtrem · 2 days
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Shadow's sixth children is..... silver, yeah, that's him
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soldrawss · 1 year
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Watching and Dreaming doodles cause im 🥺🥰
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bluebrrytea · 28 days
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Screencap redraw 😎
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a21af · 6 months
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phantom chasers 🔎
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tess-talks-inc · 1 year
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Hmm-
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akkalime · 7 months
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State-mandated Kikuri
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So…. Guess what I’m currently rewatching😬
Are there any supernatural fans among you? I’d be delighted :D
Have a fantastic Sunday !✨🌻💚
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gurinpotte · 3 months
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love me in the snow, love me in the sun, love me, the beige skin among the flowers of red" ∾⋄∾⋄∾⋄∾⋄∾⋄∾⋄∾⋄∾⋄∾⋄∾⋄∾⋄∾⋄∾⋄∾⋄∾⋄∾⋄
Inspired in part by beloved Gravity, by @katnissmellarkkk and by Roi, by Videoclub! The song doesn't have the everlark vibes per se but the lyrics are so cute and very snapshot like. The fic is perfect, very natural paced and full of longing, 100% recommend!!! Please do zoom in for hi-res, gave my life and tears for this one 💖
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loomontoia · 9 days
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My family
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roucaelum-art · 4 months
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~~~♡
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lvndrlondonfog · 6 days
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More oopsie omens???? 👀👀
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He’s handling things well
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Everyone should read oopsie omens (@asleepyy) PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE this au has absolutely murdered me and every update things only get worse (read: better)
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heresronnie21 · 2 months
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Option 1: apollo has a greek accent
Option 2: Apollo as a god can speak any language, and as the god of music can perfectly replicate any sound. Therefore he can speak any language in a number of native accents.
Option 3: apollo puts on a greek accent
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adharastarlight · 7 months
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Sirius: reggie? whatre you doing up?
Reg, who was leaving James' room: I needed water. Besides its not that late
Sirius: oh. what time is it?
Reg: i dont know, like 4-
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