#she’s on her way to send love and hugs!! 💖💖

[kalijhomentethi]

Tinykali is on her way to deliver presents! 🎁🎁🎄

#will u let her in……. #will u let her love u……….. #she’s on her way to send love and hugs!! 💖💖 #mun art

[sebscore]

heyy! Got a request! So all the drivers are in this fancy yacht in Monaco promoting F1/race. It's black tie event. Our fem! F1 driver comes in wearing gorgeous dress. And I just want everyone's reaction. I think it will be interesting since the fem! F1 driver usually is in F1 overalls/merch. Thank you!

MISS LITTLE BLACK DRESS

pairing: (most of the) f1 grid x reader (including some retired drivers)

warnings: mentions of the fia. a drunk nando at the end lol.

author's note: thank you so much for the request! this was genuinely so fun to write, i'm sorry that i didn't include the entire grid, but for some people i just genuinely didn't know how they would react or i didn't want the reactions to become repetitive. let me know what you thought of it! 💖

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''Who's that?'' Lando asked Charles and Charlotte, his eyes not leaving the backside of the woman who had just entered the yacht. The question caught the attention of the other people seated on the long couch. George, Carmen, Alex, Lily, Pierre, Yuki, Carlos and Isa followed Lando's eyes.

It was quite hard to recognize her since her face wasn't visible as she talked to Toto, Mattia and Susie. ''Maybe someone from the FIA or something?'' George concluded, taking a wild guess.

''I love her dress, it's so cute.'' Lily whispered to Carmen, admiring the way it hugged the woman's body perfectly. ''I know, it's sexy, but also elegant in a way.''

''Lando, you should go up to her.'' Pierre encouraged him, taking in the way the Brit was eyeing her up and down.

Alex and Charles agreed. ''Yeah, make it a bit fun for us here! This event isn't gonna get any better than this.'' Alex said, the black-tie event was organized by the FIA and those guys weren't exactly known for their fun parties.

''You sure?'' Lando hesitated, the man was newly single and it had been a while since he had approached someone in that kind of a manner. The group cheered him on, wanting to see their friend take some action and move on from his previous relationship. ''What do I even say?''

The question was more directed at the women. ''Compliment her dress, Lando.'' Isa advised him, knowing she would appreciate it. He nodded at her words, repeating the words in his head.

''Yeah, okay- anything else?'' He asked them.

''Just let the conversation flow from there, it'll be okay.'' Carmen assured the younger guy, seeing how he started to get nervous.

Lando got up from his seat, breathing in and out. ''Here we go.'' He took a swig from his beer for some encouragement and made his way over while the rest of the group watched in anticipation.

''Hi, everyone.'' He greeted the team principals and Susie with a smile, before his eyes fell on the reason he was there. The smile was smacked from his face and was replaced by an expression of disbelief.

''Y/N?''

''Hey, Lando.'' She greeted him back, taking notice of his face that she had a hard time reading. ''What's up?''

The McLaren driver was stunned. The woman was Y/N, he had been checking out the woman he had known since the two of them were kids. In his defense, a long time had passed when he last saw her in anything that wasn't oversized or racing related.

''Nothing, just, uh, wanted to come and say hi,'' he managed to stutter out, ''the rest of us are sitting here, if you'd like to join us.'' He motioned towards the entire group that sat with open mouths as Y/N turned around. They quickly covered their surprise up and waved at her, sending her uneasy smiles.

The unaware driver smiled back at them. ''Yeah, I'll join you guys in a minute.'' She wrapped up the conversation with him, growing uncomfortable with Lando's unsubtle stare.

''Great, see you all later.''

Lando quickly bid them goodbye and was ready to crawl into a hole, feeling humiliated and confused all at the same time. He sat back down on his original spot, avoiding eye-contact with everyone.

''That's Y/N? You were gonna flirt with Y/N.'' Carlos stated in disbelief himself, that he hadn't recognized her before. ''That's crazy.''

''I've never seen her like that, she looks good!'' Charlotte was impressed the way the woman could pull off her duality like that, she looked completely different than she did when Charlotte ran into her on the paddock.

The rest of the girls agreed. ''I'm gonna ask her where she got that dress from, I need that in my closet.'' Lily couldn't stop thinking about the little black dress the woman was wearing.

Meanwhile, the boys watched Lando in amusement as he went through all the five stages of grief. ''Lando, man… I'm sorry, I guess.'' Pierre chuckled, covering his huge grin with his hand.

''Yeah, better luck next time.'' Alex said, trying to not burst out laughing at the situation.

Yuki just observed everyone in confusion, not understanding the big fuss they were making about this. ''Lando, you like Y/N?'' The Japanese man had to start paying more attention to the conversation instead of munching on all the appetizers that were spread out on the table in front of them.

''No, Yuki! I didn't know it was her.'' He exclaimed, getting defensive about the entire thing.

The Alpha Tauri driver simply nodded, not caring much either way.

''I think you guys would be cute, a childhood friends to lovers kinda thing.'' Lily teased, trying to make him feel better about it.

Well, she failed. ''No! She's like- Ugh, just no!'' Lando didn't even want to think about it, him and Y/N was just… no.

''You're getting weirdly defensive about this, Lando.'' Charles teasingly noted.

''And you DNF'd this weekend, we all have our problems.''

''Is that Y/N? Oh, look at her.'' The woman caught the eyes of Sebastian, Lewis, Jenson, Mark and Vallterri. She must have sensed their eyes on her as she turned around and made her way over to them, a big smile on her face.

They made some space so she could sit in-between Seb and Jenson. ''We were starting to wonder where you were, our party animal.'' Jenson teased her. The female driver was quite known for never passing the oppurtunity to celebrate something.

''I've been here for a while actually, but Rosberg caught me when I was ordering something at the bar and well- you know when Nico starts talking.'' She explained her absence, recalling the man going on about whatever Nico Rosberg goes on about.

The five men chuckled, knowing how the man could get. ''That Britney, never gets old.''

''I almost didn't recognize you without the usual racing suit.'' Lewis noted, he had to take several looks before being sure that it was in fact her.

Y/N glanced down at her dress. ''Yeah, I was actually gonna go to a club with my friends, but then my team told me this was kinda mandatory, so that sucked.''

''I think we all would rather be at a club right now.'' Mark said, sighing loudly. A party on a yacht was really hard to make boring, but the FIA had obviously done their best to just do that.

''I just came for the free alcohol.'' Vallterri spoke up for the first time, having everyone agree with him.

The conversation split up from there. Jenson and Mark teasing each other about things they had said on live air, and the former Mercedes teammates catching up with each other.

That left Y/N and Seb, the latter nudging her shoulder. ''You look really pretty, Y/N.'' She was touched by the genuineness in his voice. ''Thanks, Seb.''

''Hey, Y/N.'' She moved around and saw a pretty drunk Fernando approaching them. ''Your dress is a bop or whatever you call it.''

''No, Nando… that's not- oh whatever, thank you!''

#f1 fic #f1 fics #f1 x reader #formula 1 fic #f1 x oc #f1 imagines #formula 1 oc #female f1 driver #f1 female driver #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #lando norris x oc #lando norris x reader

[aurorawritestoescape]

BAD BLOOD pt 3

Pairing: step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Tw: +18, mdni, smut, step-cest, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel and Tommy are in their late and mid-40s), perv!Joel, dark!Joel, dark!reader, dubconned!Tommy, mention of f!oral, mention of mfm, fingering, semi public, cum eating, degradation kink, praise kink, daddy kink, alcohol consumption, swearing, reader wears makeup.

Summary: Joel and Tommy take you out and things get heated.

Word count: 5,8k

A/n: it took me longer than I planned but pt 3 is finally here. I really hope you’ll like it! Kisses and hugs to everyone who has given love to the series💖 I’m very grateful!! Special thank you to @milla-frenchy for the support! Ily baby❤️

Series Masterlist || MASTERLIST

*****

You’re sitting at your vanity putting final touches to your makeup. Butterflies are dancing in your stomach and your pussy is tingling as the anticipation of the night electrifies your nerves.

You can’t believe that it’s finally going to happen. You’ve been imagining it for so long. Every holiday, every family visit to your college, every time you saw your stepdad the desire for him ignited your core. You imagined him taking you in your bed, claiming your pussy under the secrecy of the night. You wished he would send your mom to hell, close the door in her face and take you in your dorm room. You dreamt of him fucking you on your desk and making you squirt all over the books. You’ve craved that cock and the man attached to it for so long and today you’re finally going to get it all.

***

“Can you hurry up?” Joel’s booming voice startles you and your hand jerks making your eyeliner too thick. “Tommy’s waiting at the car and getting on my nerves, fidgety fucker.”

You see your step uncle’s reflection in the mirror and exclaim not turning to him, “Fuck! Stop creeping on me! Go away!”

Despite your words you quickly check him out through the mirror. He’s wearing dark blue jeans and a cardigan with the lowest V neck you’ve ever seen. Your mouth waters when you see his naked chest.

The man curses and steps into your bedroom shutting the door behind him. You turn swiftly, raising your hand in a stop gesture.

“No. Get out! You’re not coming on my face again. I just did my makeup,” you turn back to the mirror and start fixing your ruined eyeliner barely moving your lips to talk, “tonight is about Tommy and me anyway.”

“In love with your stepdad. Fuckin’ hell!” Joel chuckles, walking to your bed. He sits down and places the elbows on his thighs. His voice gets serious, “I want you to remember what you promised me, angel. No back outs.”

“I’m not in love, Joel. Just wanna fuck him. I’m gonna do everything the way we planned, ok? I can’t believe he’s still talking to you. After what you’ve done.”

Joel rubs his beard hiding a smile. “Told him you wanted to find out if he’d fuck you and I obliged. Then I just made big eyes ‘What?! She recorded it? No way! What a bitch!’ He ate it up,” he adds, looking pleased with himself.

You finally turn to him, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Oh, so he thinks you’re innocent?!”

“Tommy knows that I’m far from innocent. But you…”, he points his index finger at you, “your stunt shocked him. His sweet stepdaughter, blackmailing him into fucking her.. Shit!” He adjusts himself and you lick your lips shooting a glance at his bulge.

You turn back to the mirror and silence fills the bedroom while you’re applying your lipstick. You feel Joel's heavy gaze on you until his gruff voice breaks it, “This color will look great smeared on my balls, baby.”

You scoff at his words but don’t say anything. You can’t deny that the desire to suck him off has been growing exponentially since the moment he slapped you in the backyard. Especially when you saw his fat cock that morning. Now you really want that bonus he promised stuffed into your pussy.

When the makeup is done you get up and walk to the bed. Your short black dress with sheer sleeves is laid out next to Joel who’s manspreading his thick thighs. His knee touches your bare leg and you step away furrowing your brows and whine, “Can you leave? I need to change.” Your voice lacks confidence as in reality you want him to stay and watch but it’s hard to admit that this man who looks more like a pimp than a contractor makes your pussy tingle.

“What’s the matter, angel? We’re family, no need to be shy around me.”

You roll your eyes and shift on your feet contemplating your next move. After a few moments your hands rise up to untie your robe. You open it not turning away from Joel and throw it off your shoulders fully exposing yourself. The robe pools at your feet as you’re looking at him with defiance.

Joel’s expression is serious and pensive. He takes you in like you’re an object on display in a shop window. You hold your breath fearing that any degrading comment thrown your way now might really hurt you. But a wave of relief washes over you when you see him breathe in sharply, lean back on his hand, spreading his legs wider and palming his bulge.

“What if I give you my bonus right now, angel. I feel generous.”

Triumph seizes you when you see the signs of his desire - your power over him. You have an upper hand and now it’s your turn to smirk.

“Don’t think so, step uncle. Need to ask my daddy first.”

You turn around and walk to the dresser hearing the man chuckle. You feel his gaze on your ass and push it out a little to give him a better view.

You open the top drawer and look through your panties and bras wanting to choose a perfect set for tonight.

You hear your bed creak and then the heat of Joel’s body warms up your bare back and ass.

“Want me to help you choose, angel? I know what my brother likes.”

“I was thinking this one,” you muse picking up a red lacy set and showing it to him.

“Fuck, it’s hot, baby. Suits you well. Slutty,” he comments and then leans lower, his lips are brushing your ear as he whispers, “but don’t forget your role, angel. You’re his innocent stepdaughter. He thinks he hates that he wants to fuck you but he fuckin’ loves it. He’s as twisted as me, just hides it.”

He raises his arms at your sides caging you between his massive biceps and searches through the drawer. He’s looking over your shoulder and when his hot wet exhale hits your naked breasts, your nipples get hard. He picks up a light pink mesh set, decorated with cute little white hearts.

“Wear this one and he’ll bust his nut as soon as he sees you”.

“I kinda need him to last,” you murmur but decide to follow his advice.

The thoughts are jumbled in your head as Joel’s low voice and hot breath on your naked skin are making you weak. You press your thighs together chasing any relief from the ache in your core. You feel cold air on your wet pussy. His bulge grazes the hollow of your ass and you bite your lip trying to swallow a whimper that is crawling up your throat.

“Yeah, it’s a good one,” you say, your voice soft and breathy. You want to take the lingerie from him but he doesn’t let you and pulls his hand away.

“I’ll help, angel.” You hear shuffling and turn around slightly to see him get on one knee behind you. He looks up at you, still dominant even in this position and your breath hitches.

Suddenly his hands grip your thighs and he turns you around. His face is so close to your pussy now your clit tingles and you gush more.

He drops his head and brings the panties to your feet. Your mouth parts with a surprise.

“Come on,” he hurries you and you step into the underwear, one foot and then the other. He hums with satisfaction and pulls them up, his hands brushing your legs and tickling your skin making it erupt in goosebumps. He notices your body’s reaction to his touch and stops his hands mid thigh looking straight at your pussy.

“Joel,” you whine as a sudden surge of shyness grasps you.

He seems not to hear. He leans closer to your mound and you gasp when his nose pushes into the spot just above your seam.

Then he plants a soft kiss on your mound and you take a deep breath as the desire overwhelms you. You want his mouth on you with fierce desperation, your mind is empty and only one thought is swirling through it, “do it do it, do it.”

You shut your eyes ready to drown in pleasure and hear his soft and seductive voice as his breath warms your skin, “Who’s gonna eat your pussy tonight, angel, me or your stepdaddy?”

You can’t help but imagine them both between your thighs and you moan dropping down your head and running your fingers through his hair.

To your disappointment Joel pulls the panties up and doesn’t stop until your pussy lips swallow the sheer fabric. It presses on your clit and you take a sharp breath as a surge of need ignites your core.

You lift one leg, brace your hand on the dresser behind you and put your thigh over his broad shoulder giving him a perfect view of your pussy. Then your hand darts to pull the material to the side and you bite your lower lip as his hot breath hits your wet skin. Joel growls and raises his eyes at you. His gaze is so dark the irises are hardly visible. You’re sure your pupils are as blown as his.

“Want uncle to lick your pretty pussy?” he asks softly but you hear a trace of mockery in his voice. Your need suffocates your pride and you answer him by gliding your foot up and down his muscular back.

He hums and leans closer to your center. You hold your breath in anticipation and run your fingers through his hair ready to tug on them when he finally eats you out. But you furrow your brows and blink in confusion when he presses his cheek to your folds and stills. “What are you..?”

Suddenly he moves his head up and down against your sensitive pussy rubbing it with his rough scruff. You cry out and jump back away from him.

“What the fuck, Joel?! It hurts!” you’re fuming looking at your burning folds while he chuckles getting up from the floor with a grunt.

“Just wanted to save your scent, baby,” he laughs rubbing his beard and you shout at him to get out putting on a bra.

“You have 5 minutes,” he says, still chuckling as he leaves the room.

***

When you finally step outside the house you see the brothers smoking by Joel’s truck. Jess took your stepdad’s car to go on a spa retreat and her plans to waste Tommy’s money pampering herself coincided perfectly with your plans to fuck her husband.

You bite your lip when you see Tommy wearing a black western shirt and dark jeans. Your heart sings at the thought that he wanted to look good to take you out.

Tommy quickly looks you over, trying to hide his interest but you notice his gaze slide over your body tightly enveloped by the slinky dress.

Joel on the other hand doesn’t hide anything. “Looking good, baby,” he comments shamelessly adjusting his bulge.

“Let’s go,” you say, coming up to the truck and batting your lashes at Tommy, “Daddy, will you keep me company in the back?”

“Sweetheart...” Tommy starts talking with an unsure expression but you pout your lips, mouthing, “please”.

He sighs and gets in the back seat. A little part of you wonders if he’s pushed by your threat or genuine desire to be close to you. But you shut this little voice down reminding yourself that the result is what’s important.

When you get into the car your dress rides up exposing even more of your thighs but you don’t bother tugging it down.

Joel starts the engine and backs out of the driveway while you’re looking around at the interior of his truck. It’s surprisingly tidy and you’re genuinely impressed until your gaze raises up and to your shock you see your panties hanging on the rear view mirror. Your jaw drops and you’re about to shout at Joel when you stop yourself. You realize that the perv must have picked them up from the floor of your room that morning and you’re not eager to let your stepdad know about your fun time with your step uncle.

So you shut your mouth and see Joel winking at you in the mirror.

Tommy on the other hand reacts as soon as he sees it, “God, Joel, take this thing off!”

“Why?” His older brother asks with defiance driving through the town streets with one hand on the wheel.

Tommy just sighs, not even trying to come up with a reason.

You’re squirming in your seat praying that Joel doesn’t mention whose panties are now swinging in front of the windshield. You almost moan with relief when he turns on some classic rock and doesn’t say anything.

Your eyes keep shooting at Tommy from time to time who’s looking out of the window. You hate that he’s so far so you unbuckle your seat belt and slide over closer to him. You trace a wedding band on his finger getting his attention. He snaps his head your way, brows furrowed.

“Get back in your seat. ‘s dangerous.”

You take his hand and bring it up to your lips as he’s watching you closely. You press your cheek to his knuckles and rub your face against his hand.

“Love when you worry about me, daddy,” you purr into his hand and then place it on your thigh that’s further from him.

You put your hand over his and make him squeeze your naked flesh.

“Keep me safe, please,” you breathe out feeling his palm against your skin, so close to your pussy and at the same time torturously far.

“I ain’t a seat belt, sweetie,” Tommy mumbles looking down at your skin erupting in goosebumps under his touch. He takes a sharp breath and lifts his hips before spreading his legs a little wider. You notice his bulge has grown bigger and you close your eyes for a second trying to calm down but sink even deeper in the sticky pit of desire. You think about moving his hand to your inner thigh and then closer towards your pussy. His fingers would immediately find your panties soaked and if he slid his thumb under the fabric he could easily find your throbbing clit and …

“Hey, lovebirds!” Joel rumbles and you snap your eyes open as he interrupts your daydreaming.

Tommy clears his throat feeling his brother's eyes on him in the car mirror and his hand flies away from your thigh. You curse Joel inwardly for ruining the moment.

Joel’s head turns to you slightly as he asks, “how about we skip the restaurant and get a motel, huh?”

You know that you’re the one he’s asking because Tommy has no say in any of this thanks to the recording you have on your phone.

“I’m not some cheap hooker you picked up at a gas station, Joel. I can’t just jump into bed with you,” you reply, putting your seatbelt back on.

Joel laughs and your stomach burns with rage. You’re fed up with his mocking, his attitude, his cockiness.

“What’s so fucking funny, old man?” You spit out at him grinding your teeth.

“Fuck, baby,” he says locking eyes with you in the mirror, “I don’t remember buying you dinner before I jizzed all over your pretty face a few days ago?”

“You WHAT?!” Tommy exclaims and your heart falls into your stomach. As long as you’ve known him you never heard him raise his voice like that, maybe only watching sports but never at a person. Especially Joel. He scoots forward in his seat to get closer to Joel and grabs his arm. “Have you fucked her already?” Joel seems absolutely unfazed as he replies in his usual “fuck y’all” tone, “No, I haven, Tommy, relax. We just fooled around. The princess wanted to come and I helped her.”

Tommy’s head snaps in your direction and you squeeze your body into the seat as fear grips your heart. He looks livid, eyes are scorching you under the furrowed brows, lips form a tight line in anger or disappointment. You feel small under his stare and stammer weakly, “d..daddy, he didn’t… ”

He suddenly gets closer to you, leans in, grabs your hand and squeezes it in his. It’s not painful but his strength and wrath make your breath hitch and your pussy clenches around nothing as the fear affects you like an aphrodisiac.

“If he fucks your needy hole before I do, believe my words, sweetie, I won’t touch you. You can put that recording of me on national television I don’t give a fuck. Got it?” He throws the words at you as his eyes are boring into yours.

You whimper as his face is so close you feel his breath on your parted lips. Realizing that he’s waiting for your answer you nod hastily and he gets back in his seat.

You feel your world tilting and turning upside down. Your stepdad, the calmest, softest man you know just shouted at his brother and said all that to you.

Tommy’s still fuming, clenching and unclenching his fist resting on his thigh and you wonder why it stirred him up that much. Why has his possessiveness burst out now? It was the first time you witnessed his passion for you. Is it sibling rivalry? Insecurity? Or did he finally let himself do what he’d wanted? You ask yourself these questions before you see Joel watch you through the mirror. He looks smug and you try to make your expression neutral not to give him the satisfaction.

You glance out of the window and your anxiety spikes up again seeing that you’re almost at the place you’ve picked.

“Oh, fuck no!” Tommy exclaims seeing where you three are going. “Are you fucking kidding me? You know that it’s Jess’ favorite place. How am I gonna look with you grinding against me all night?” He’s shooting daggers at you and you take a deep breath trying to find the right words.

“Tommy, listen. This restaurant is the only ok place in this shithole of a town. And I promise I’ll behave,”

Mistrust is painted on his face but seeing you shaken and nervous calms him down a bit.

“No ‘daddies’!” he demands pointing his finger at you.

“No “daddies,” you promise with sadness in your voice.

He points his finger at Joel next, “You too! None of your usual shit!”

Joel raises his hands and brows acting like he’s never done anything wrong in his life. You scuff but turn your pleading gaze at Tommy.

“And we leave when I say we leave!”

You hate losing your upper hand in the situation but your pussy is throbbing for him now, so dominant and rough, and you decide to submit this time.

You all get out of the car and Tommy stomps to the restaurant still angry. Having stayed alone with Joel you use the opportunity and grab his arm to stop him.

“Why have you said it? About the morning? I thought we were on the same page.”

“We are, angel.” Joel replies, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you in the direction of the entrance, “I know my brother. He always wants something I don’t have. He must be ecstatic seeing how hungry you’re for him. I just fiddled with his toy a bit and now he wants it even more.”

His hand grabs your ass and you slap it off getting away from him as you see Tommy watch you two waiting at the door.

You can’t believe that Joel is manipulating his brother so easily. But his words have reassured you and you feel less agitated.

When the brothers and you step into the restaurant, a host greets Tommy by the name and you see the confusion hiding behind his features at Mr Miller’s unusual company.

He asks about Jess and you cringe rolling your eyes so far up your head, the host gets even more flustered.

He leads you to your table and you settle down.

A waiter brings you the menus and you order a glass of red wine, adding “Please, you two, no hard liquor, we have a long night ahead of us,” Tommy chokes on his water as the waiter slightly raises his eyebrow.

Joel gets a beer and Tommy follows suit. When the waiter leaves your stepdad glares at you.

“You promised to behave.”

“I am behaving. I just don’t want you to forget why we’re here.”

Joel chimes in, leaning back against his chair with a grunt, “And why exactly are we here, baby?”

“I want us to get to know each other better.”

“We’re family, angel, I know everything there is about you.”

“Really? What’s my favorite color, Joel,” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

“The color of my brother’s dick?” Joel asks and you burst into giggles while Tommy mumbles profanities under his breath.

When the drinks arrive Joel starts asking Tommy about his work and you’re surprised to notice how the older brother eases him up. They talk and you listen, not really getting through the meaning of a bunch of contractor terms but you smile when they do and laugh when they say something funny.

Soon you’re drinking and talking and it actually feels comfortable. They reminisce about their life in Austin and you ask them questions genuinely interested in their past.

At one point Joel acts like a perfect wing man telling you a hot story of Tommy getting arrested for starting a bar fight because of a girl and you tingle all over. Your stepdad gives you a shy smile and your breath hitches.

Suddenly you feel Joel’s piercing gaze on you.

“What about you, angel? Got any fun college stories for us?” Tommy looks uncomfortable and you remember your promise to him to behave so you say softly,

“I’m a good girl, uncle Joel. I’m there to study, not to waste my time on boys.” You drop your gaze acting so innocent even you don’t believe yourself.

Joel chuckles and Tommy glances up at you with a little smile.

“Ok, our good girl. What about girls? Bet you’ve licked some pussies after a wild party.”

“Fuck, Joel,” Tommy curses and you bite your lip trying not to smile at the way your stepdad squirms in his chair. The wine makes you bolder and you decide to spice up the night.

“How about we play a game? I answer your question and then you two answer mine?” you offer fidgeting in your chair giddy with excitement.

“Shoot, baby.”

“No!”

The men reply at the same time. Tommy’s shaking his head and Joel slightly punches his brother’s shoulder.

“Come on, Tommy. Let’s hear how naughty our good girl gets. I remember you were fine with her… how did you put it… exploring herself.”

Your eyes are glinting with excitement as Joel quotes that dialogue. You remember it by heart now having listened and come to it so many times you lost count.

“Go ahead, angel,” Joel nods, motioning you to speak.

You take a deep breath and start talking softly.

“I’ve been with a girl just once. We weren’t wasted or anything,” You shoot a glance at Joel and then continue, “We were in her room watching a movie and then it kinda happened.” You suddenly feel shy as not only Joel’s but also Tommy’s gaze is glued to you.

“Nah, baby. We need details.” Joel’s voice, seducing and gruff, pulls the words out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“We started making out.. then I tugged her shirt down and sucked on her nipples,” you muse tracing the edge of the wet glass with your finger. “I kissed her stomach, then her pussy… She was so wet. So soft on my tongue. I sucked on her clit and fingered her for some time and she came…her pussy was clamping on my fingers so hard.”

When you lift your eyes you see the brothers stare at you with hungry obsidian eyes as if they’re ready to pounce on you at any moment. Joel palms himself through the jeans and Tommy doesn’t tear his eyes off you as they slide from your lips to your breasts and back up again.

For a few moments you three are soaking in this horny silence until you break it clapping your hands together.

“My turn!”

Tommy takes a big gulp of his beer and Joel raises his brows waiting for your question.

“Have you ever fucked a girl together? Like… shared her?” you quickly regret your question as only saying it already is making you uncomfortably wet.

You’re looking at Joel expecting him to answer but suddenly hear your stepdad’s voice,

“Yeah, we have. Once.”

Your head snaps his way and you gawk at him. You don’t say anything and just wait for him to continue. And he does.

“She was Joel’s girlfriend at the time. We went to a bar, got really drunk and fucked in the bathroom.”

Tommy glances up at you and then quickly averts his eyes.

“Fuck…,” you moan rubbing your thighs together imagining them using some lucky girl like that and ask,

“How did you do it?”

Joel leans closer to you placing his massive arms on the table and replies savoring every word while his velvety voice hits you right in the pussy, “I made her bend over to suck Tommy off and then shoved my dick deep into her cunt. He fucked her throat, I fucked her hole and we pumped her full.”

The moment Joel finishes talking you hear the waiter’s shaky voice asking if you’d like anything else.

Tommy curses and sends him away. He acts polite but his voice strains with rage.

He hastily gets up and mumbling the word ‘bathroom’ leaves you two. Before he turns away you spot his massive bulge and swallow loudly.

You take a deep breath trying to calm down.

“Angel, you look pale,” Joel laughs at you and then shakes his head, “you want him, he wants you, what are all these fuckin’ games for? You coulda been stuffed with our cocks by now but no, little princes wanted to be wined and dined. Lets hope he doesn’t change his mind about tonight. If our plan goes to shit because of you, uncle Joel will get very angry. And you surely don’t want that, missy.” Joel’s expression is serious and you remember that he has his personal motive and his concern quickly becomes yours.

“I’ll talk to him,” you say, getting up from the table.

You come up to the bathroom and knock. It’s quiet so you knock again until you hear the lock click.

Tommy opens the door and steps out of the room but you gently push him back in.

“Please, let’s talk,”

You hear people’s voices and not wanting to be caught with you alone at the bathroom Tommy begrudgingly steps back and shuts the door behind you two.

“What?!” He grumps and steps up to the sinks. He opens the tap and bends down to wash his face.

You lean back against the door watching him and contemplating your next move. He’s about to snap and you’re afraid what unexpected fit he could throw again. You know he wants you and you need to be wise rather than play on his nerves. “You’re his innocent stepdaughter,” Joel’s words emerge from your mind.

You come up to him slowly and wait while he’s drying his face with a hand towel.

“I’m not a monster, Tommy. I don’t wanna ruin your life,” you speak softly, placing your hand on his shoulder. He turns to you, anger still painted on his face.

You inch closer, press your forehead to his shoulder and whisper breathing in his scent,

“I want you, Tommy. So fucking much.”

You feel vulnerable at the moment but that’s exactly what he wants you to be right now.

“So that’s why you spread your legs for my brother? ‘Cause you wanted me?”

You sniff not saying anything for a few moments, then lift your head, and glance up at him. His face is blurry as you’re looking at him through the tears.

“I was just horny, daddy. And when he was fingering me, I was imagining you fucking my pussy.”

Tommy’s breath hitches and you hold yours as well hoping he’ll react.

“Fuck, babygirl,” your stepdad whispers as his rage shifts into sympathy, his eyes sad and blown out.

The next moment he grabs you under your thighs, lifts you and sets you on the counter. He’s standing between your legs as you place your hands on his shoulders. His thumb wipes a tear from your cheek as the other hand is pressed to your lower back. You open your legs wider and the dress pulls up at your hips exposing your light pink panties.

“Shhh, don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m here,” he whispers, kissing your cheek gently and his head drops as he’s looking at your pussy, “I want you too.”

His smell, his touch, his confession make you ecstatic and you press your parted lips to his. They’re soft and plump as his tongue breaches your lips and he licks into your whimpering mouth. You grab his ass and pull him closer to your heated center. You feel him hard against your pussy and start grinding on his stiff bulge.

“What do you need, babygirl? Tell me,” Tommy says, parting from your lips.

“Touch me, please… can’t wait any longer,” you whine, pulling your dress up to the waist. His hands rush to free your pussy and you lift your hips before Tommy takes your panties off.

The cold marble under your ass makes you hiss but you forget about it as soon as Tommy’s fingers push between your folds and he rubs your clit making you moan.

“You like it, babygirl? Daddy’s finally touching your needy pussy.”

You can’t form any words so you just moan and nod your head frantically. His forehead is pressed against yours as you’re both watching his digits glide down to your hole and without hesitation he pushes his middle finger inside you. You’re so wet it slides in easily and he starts massaging your walls.

“More please,” you plead and he groans as his index finger joins the first.

“Good girl! You're sucking me in so well, can’t wait to bury my cock inside you,” Tommy murmurs in your ear and you whimper before you see the door opening. Your heart freezes in your chest as you’re about to get caught being fingered by your stepdad. But you breathe out with relief seeing Joel stepping into the bathroom.

“Fuckin’ finally,” he grumbles coming up to you two. He stands next to Tommy, his bulge pressed to your thigh. Through the haze of pleasure you feel Joel’s hand cup your tears stricken cheek and he leans to your ear and whispers, “Clever girl.”

Then his big palm squeezes your naked thigh as he asks you,

“Enjoying daddy’s fingers, angel? Who’s better at fingering your tight little hole, him or your uncle?”

Tommy groans and suddenly his lips are on yours. His kiss is hungry, desperate, claiming. You melt into it feeling your climax build as his fingers are pushing on the soft spot inside you.

You moan into his mouth and Tommy’s lips leave yours as he mumbles, “I’ll feed your pussy my cock.. soon, babygirl… just wait.”

“You’ll be full by the end of the night, angel,” Joel smirks and pulls down the neckline of your dress exposing your naked breasts to the men. He starts twitching your nipple as his brother is working your pussy.

Joel watches your face twist with pleasure, your teeth biting your lips mercilessly.

“Don’t ruin your pretty lips, angel,” he says, bringing his thumb to your mouth. He brushes your swollen lower lip and pulls it out from between your teeth, “Here.” He pushes his thumb into your mouth and you welcome it. You start sucking on his thick digit making the filthiest noises.

With your stepdad’s fingers fucking your hole and step uncle's thumb stuffing your mouth you feel yourself about to unravel. Tommy pushes you over the edge pressing his thumb to your clit and swirling it a few times.

“Come, babygirl. Make daddy proud,” Tommy says and your explode clumping hard on his fingers and moaning, your pretty noises muffled by Joel’s thumb still pressed to your tongue. The man praises you, “That’s our girl. Perfect little slut.”

The orgasm is hitting you hard and you’re shaking and trembling so Tommy wraps his arm around your waist holding you tight but still pleasuring you.

They both are watching Tommy’s digits rhythmically disappear inside your dripping hole and your pussy squelches as your creamy cum, pushed out by the intrusion, slides down your ass towards the counter. Finally your climax subsides and your body stills, jerking with aftershocks from time to time.

Joel's thumb leaves your mouth and he holds the back of your neck while you’re trying to catch your breath.

Tommy pulls out his fingers too and lifts them up for the three of you to see. Under the bright lights you see his digits glazed with your juices. A drop of your slick slides down his middle finger and Tommy licks it off and then brings his digits to your mouth. You happily suck them clean while they both are praising you, “that’s our girl”, “like that, angel”, “came so hard for daddy and uncle.”

When you’re done cleaning your stepdad’s fingers off your cum, he cups your cheek and asks softly, “ready to go home, babygirl?” You look at Tommy, whose adoring and hungry gaze makes you tingle again, then at Joel, who’s eating you up with his blown out eyes, his hand palming his huge bulge, and the anticipation of the night ahead makes your heart and pussy flutter.

Batting your eyelashes at the men you give them a shy smile and say “yes.”

******

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Part IV

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[tiny-pretty-sana]

sana gf | headcanons

warning: nsfw content (+18), minors dni, men dni

sfw

sana is a ray of sunshine, the type of person that lights up a room as soon as she gets in

she’s welcoming, warm, and full of energy like having a coffee in a winter morning

she’s a dangerous combination of cute and sexy, she’s aware and she takes advantage of that. she knows exactly what to say and how to act to get her way

sana the type of girl that gets princess treatment without having to ask for it

you get her flowers, open the door for her, give her your jacket, carry her bag and you will do everything it takes to get the plushie she wants at the fair

she is aware of everything you do for her, she appreciates it and gives you all that love back

she is very empathetic. it helps to solve conflicts most of the time, but sometimes it can really affect her to see you upset and she cries with you the same way she celebrates your achievements as if they are her own

she’s an it girl, she’s up to date with the latest fashion trends, likes designer clothes and has an amazing fashion sense. since she's your girlfriend you've started to dress better

she takes you shopping and chooses your outfits on special occasions but her favorite thing is to wear subtle matching outfits with you

her love language is physical touch, so expect a huge amount of skinship

she clings to you, kisses you, hugs you, holds your hand, caresses you, plays with your hair, strokes you… she always has her hands all over you

she doesn’t mind pda to the point it can be too much and you sometimes have to stop her because things can get too cheesy or heated

she showers you with love and she wants everyone to know how much she loves you and how special you are

she posts ig stories of you with cute emojis or texts, photo dumps of your dates and she will randomly bring you up in conversation when you aren’t there

she will ask you to take a lot photos of her when you go on dates

her gifts are always expensive, luxurious, useful and she never misses

sana has a flirtatious personality, it’s something that just comes natural to her. she’s playful, she enjoys teasing you and likes seeing you get nervous but if you respond with the same energy you will have her blushing and giggling

she likes the attention and sometimes she might be flirty with her friends or strangers but you don’t really mind, you know she just likes attention and having a bit of fun

however don’t you dare to flirt with anyone that isn't her because she’s possessive and the jealous type of girlfriend. she’s been clear about that since the beginning and you actually love seeing this side of her

you can easily tell when she's jealous/mad because she looks like she’s about to slit the throat of anyone that gets too close or too touchy with you for her liking with her perfectly done nails

when she's jealous not even her empathy can save you. she won’t say anything, she will give you a cold shoulder until you apologize or convince her that she’s the only one for you

she always sends you mirror photos when she’s in the changing room, when she likes her outfit or when she tries a new make up even if you’re in the same room

when you aren't together she's the type of girlfriend that sends you a bunch of texts with a bunch of emojis and a bunch of exclamation marks

"good morning baby!💟" "have a great dayyy!!!🩷" "have you eaten yet?" "💗💗💗💗💗" "drink water!!! 😡💗" "i miss youuu!!! > < 💗" "good night babyyyy!!! 💖"

nsfw

as someone that expresses her love mostly through physical touch being intimate isn't essential or the center of your relationship, but it's important to her

she likes to make the best of these moments whether they are planned, spontaneous, rushed, soft and slow or fast and rough she will make you feel special, loved, desired, wanted and even worshiped

sana is a passionate, skilled and generous lover

that dangerous mix of cuteness and sexiness is also present in the room she might blush, giggle and cover her face and the next second she's whispering the filthiest things that she wants you to do to her in your ear

when you call her "princess" something just clicks in her brain

she is pretty much a switch in every sense of the word she enjoys bottoming, topping, being in charge and letting you have control

she's possessive, so of course she likes to mark you up and leave hickeys and bites all over your neck and other hidden places. luckily they're subtle enough so they can only be noticed if someone gets a litter too close

sana is usually so touchy that it is hard to tell apart when she is being her usual needy self and when she is just being a brat and is teasing you

casual touches on your thighs, kisses too close to the mouth, glances that undress you, praises that get a little too suggestive…

she's a tease, she likes attention and also praising, so sending you pictures of her cute outfits is not the only thing she does. when you're at work or out with coworkers or friend it's likely that you'll receive pictures of sana in underwear or lingerie if she feels like behaving because if she isn't she will be completely naked doing ungodly poses

she's a kinky girl, open to try new things and isn't shy about it, in fact she has made a few great suggestions that now are part of your routine

her main kinks are praising, degradation, bondage and orgasm control

she loves mix of praising and degradation "you're such a good slut for me, aren't you?" "taking me so well like the little whore you are" "my pretty slut"

she loves when you use the strap on her and she has recently started wearing the strap as well and you can't choose if she is better at giving or receiving

when you're using the strap she loves to do this thing . you lay on your back, she gets between your legs and her hand starts teasing you with strokes on your inner thighs, then she slides a finger between your folds and as soon as she feels your wetness she wraps her lips around the tip of the strap locking her eyes with yours if you're strong enough to look at her

she loves teasing but she hates being teased

if you tease her in an inappropriate place or at an inappropriate time when she can't do anything about it when you finally get home she'll make you sit in a chair in front of the bed and will make you watch while she touches herself

when this happens there are clear rules: 1. you can’t touch her 2. you can’t touch yourself

she is very vocal. she tells you what she wants, where to touch her and how to do it but she also moans without restraining herself and always lets you know how close she is and how good it feels

aftercare is just a long intimate session of cuddles and kisses

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 37

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, allusions to abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: Get ready for Andrew Barber's masterclass in manipulation.

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Your disbelief gives way to panic. You gulp and gasp for breath as you collapse onto the carpet, hugging yourself as you sink into horror. You’re repulsed by your own body, trapped in your own skin. A monster. Just as horrible as you always suspected.

Selfish, worthless, thoughtless. Your doubts calcify to certainty. You are a bad person.

But you don’t want to be. You never wanted to be. How can you be so terrible despite your best efforts? You have to be better. You have to try harder.

You heave and lift yourself on a shaky arm, rubbing your damp cheek as you sniffle and look around. Your head throbs but you won’t be sleeping that night. The violent churning in your stomach won’t let you. You don’t deserve to rest. You have too much to do.

You get up on tremulous legs. You find it hard to balance as the swirling haze of wine turns to a groggy pulsing in your temples. You massage them as each step sends a thump through your skull. You try to shake it off but it only gets worse.

You move carefully. You did this to yourself. You drank even after Andy warned you not to. You ignored him all day like a spoiled child. You did whatever you wanted and then you… hurt him.

You start with the kitchen. It’s already tidy from Amber’s help but you wipe down the counters to be certain, then you get out the mop, leaning heavily on it as you sponge the tile to sparkling. You move on to the dining room; surfaces, floors, and even the curtains. You sus out every speck of dust and dirt.

You find yourself sitting, folded over as you cradle your head and catch your breath. You’re weak and shaky but you keep going. You get up and return to the front room. You give pause before the couch, the throw pillows knocked this way and that, one on the floor. You tidy them and refold the blanket on the back neatly.

It’s too late to vacuum but you do your best to sweep around the edge of the carpet. You go to the mantel and straighten the ornaments that seemed to distract Steve that day. You stop at the thought of the doctor and nearly sob. What do you tell him? How do you tell him what you did? He would know what you are. What would he think?

Your teeth chatter despite the warm air. It’s not the temperature but your own fatigue that sets you to shiver. You carry on, making a careful progress through the large house. You suffer over every inch. You don’t know how else to show your remorse but to make everything perfect. Everything but yourself. You will never be perfect, you are inextricably broken.

The dawn rises and you let yourself rest in the bathroom. You rinse your face in cold water, trying to wake up. You take some painkillers for the beating in your skull and grip the sides of the sink, weary and worn.

A flicker catches your eye. You glance over at the white shower speaker. He must’ve replaced the batteries. You stand straight and roll your shoulders back. You’re not done. You will never be done. This task, not the cleaning, no, but you, trying to fix you, that’s something you’ll always have to work on. 

You go back to the hall and stop short. You peer down towards the bedroom door; Andy’s. It’s silent and the edges are dark. You shudder out a breath and cross to the guest room. 

You enter the solemn space and search for a new outfit. You pick out something he bought for you, that you know he’ll like. You tuck a white blouse into the brown corduroy skirt that buttons up the front. You match the outfit with a pair of stockings to warm your tingling legs.

You emerge, feeling stronger but hardly better. You descend the stairs, his silence and the stillness of the house suffocating you. You drag your feet into the kitchen and tie the apron on as you begin. You take out one of the cookbooks and search for the perfect breakfast.

The hours pass swiftly as you set to work. You focus on each ingredient, each step, as you put together the pieces. A quiche with the most perfect savoury crust. The scents rising around you tug on your stomach, the dregs of wine leaving your stomach barren and acidic.

You brew coffee and put together a tray. A mug, a plate of quiche, fruit salad, napkins, and cutler. You balance it all and turn to the long journey upstairs. It feels like a treacherous path. You fear you might not reach your destination and you wouldn’t be surprised if you’re turned away.

You stop at Andy’s door, like the gates of some vaunted castle, and swallow down your fears. You knock with your foot, careful not to cause too much of a clatter. No answer comes as you stew in the silence of the large house.

You turn your shoulder to the door and lean in, “Andy?”

Your call wilts into the still air and you wait. You clear your throat and try again, speaking louder this time. The crackle of your voice is harsh amid the empty lull. You listen, a rustle coming from the other side, and a sniffle. 

Your heart catches in your throat as you face the door head on. The lock clicks as the handle turns back and a small slat of space opens between the edge and frame. Your eyes meet Andy’s single on, peeking out sheepishly.

“Good morning,” you try to be chipper, “can I… I brought you breakfast.”

He stares and blinks. His gaze falls to the tray in your hand. There’s a glisten across his iris.

“Andy,” you sniff, “I’m very sorry about last night.”

He closes the door and you stand dumbly in your dejection. You look down at the tray. You’re stupid to think food could solve the problem. That you could ever apologise thoroughly for your offence. You can’t take back what’s been done.

You take a step back but stop again, the tray rattle treacherously as the handle twists back again, this time with more force. Andy still wears the same clothes as the day before. His hair is dishevelled, his beard with short shanks jutting out at the chin, as he keeps his face down. With slumped shoulders, at a slight angle, he stands back.

“We can talk,” he utters in a fractured timbre. He sounds like he’s been crying.

You bow your head and step into the room. You go to the console table and lay the tray there as it starts to shake with your nerves.

The bedsprings compress as he sits with a heavy sigh. You keep your back to him as you try to sort out the pangs in your chest and stomach. You turn slowly on your heel. As he sits on the side of the bed, the glare of the lamp illuminates his features and the dark bruising along the left side. His eye is almost entirely swollen shut.

You gasp and cover your mouth. He keeps his eyes down meekly, as if trying to hide. You can’t believe you did that to him. How could you have done that? With just one hit?

“I’m so sorry,” you creak out through your dry throat, “Andy, I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean to– I didn’t sleep all night, I feel so rotten–”

“Enough, dove,” he hisses, “enough.”

“Please,” you beg as you step forward only for him to flinch. You stop and clutch your hands in front of your chest; he’s afraid of you.

“I…” he begins and swallows thickly. He shakes his head and reaches to brush his fingers through his beard, only to wince again. “I… I love you, dove.”

Your eyes gloss as you watch him. You see how he musters his strength to look back at you. Never had anyone looked at you like that. Afraid. 

“I love you, too,” you eke out.

“So…” he quavers and clears his throat, “so let’s move past this.” You see him struggle as he grips his thigh and forces his posture straight, “I won’t make you mad again and you won’t hurt me, right?”

It’s like a punch in the gut. You could keel over right there.

“I wouldn’t ever–”

“You did,” he insists, “dove, it’s not that you hit me, it’s… you broke my heart last night.”

“I’m sorry, I really am–”

“Sorry… doesn’t always fix things. I can’t forget last night, but if it doesn’t happen again, I can live with it,” he utters each word as if it hurts, “promise, dove, promise you won’t ever hurt me like that again.”

“I promise,” you spit out desperately, “please, I never meant to hurt you. I wouldn’t ever– Andy,” you bring your hands around your throat, trying to pry away the invisible fingers squeezing you, “there’s something wrong with me. I want to fix it. I… someone hurt me…and maybe that’s why…”

“I understand but it isn’t an excuse,” he reproaches, “you can break that cycle, that’s why you go to therapy… I’m starting to think that’s not working though.”

“N-no, it is– I–”

“Have you told Steve about who hurt you?”

You reel and shake your head, digging your nails into your own throat, “no…”

“So how are you fixing yourself, dove?”

It’s an accusation. That softness is gone and the razor is back in his voice. You frown and shrug.

“I’m trying–”

“Not hard enough,” he says, “look at me.” You do, you see the purplish blue bruises and his swollen eyelid. You see what you did. “If this happens again, you have to go. We can’t stay together. I won’t let you…” his timbre turns sandy and lowers his chin, “do what my ex did to me.”

He sniffles as he hides his face. Your heart clenches and you slowly inch towards him. Before you can get to him, he stands and staggers around the bed. You freeze as he clamours into the attached bathroom and the light flicks on. The harsh yellow blaze shines into the bedroom.

You daintily pad around after him and stop just before the doorway. He grips the frame of the mirror as he looks at his reflection. Tears trickle out down his cheeks and he looks down, gulping tightly.

“I didn’t… I didn’t look before,” he wipes his nose, “Dove, I couldn’t…”

“I’m so sorry,” you murmur, “I… I’ll leave. I’ll…” you blink furiously at the thought. Where do you go? You can’t go back to Amber, she doesn’t deserve someone like you. “I’ll go–”

“Where?” He asks.

You don’t have an answer.

“Then I’m the bad guy,” his words grit, “no, we’ll… work on it. Promise, dove, promise you’ll do better.”

“I will, I swear,” you plead, “I… will you eat breakfast?”

He flinches, slowly turning his head to peek at you, “breakfast?”

“I… I wanna take care of you. You need to eat. I… I made it for you. Special.”

His lashes flutter and he looks down at the sink again. He nods as if steeling himself. He pushes himself straight. 

He turns to face you completely but before you can back away, not wanting to crowd him, you’re swept up in his arms. He hugs you to him, smothering you in the scent of his sweat and deodorant. You lock up as you let him squeeze you.

“I couldn’t sleep without you,” he whispers as he rocks you with him, “as much as you hurt me, I couldn’t. Dove, I need you.”

You slowly bring your arms up and wrap them around him. You feel how big he is. For a moment, you’re in awe that you could ever make him so afraid. You? How? His strength tightens around you, tight enough to force the breath out of you. Tight enough to break you if he wanted to.

“I didn’t sleep either,” you confess.

🕊️

You clean up the tray. The shadow of the previous night looms over you but you try not to let it consume you. The plate is clean but for a few crumbs, the fruit salad was quickly snapped up, and Andy is sipping his second cup of coffee as you lift away the remnant of his breakfast.

“That was good,” he praises over the brim of his mug.

“I’m glad you liked it. Happy you ate,” you say as your own stomach growls painfully. 

“I got you to take care of me,” he smiles even as his cheek ticks. You’re both thinking of the unsaid, trying to ignore the ghost in the room with you.

“Can I–” you focus on his mussed hair, an unusual sight, “can I run you a bath?”

He seems taken aback. He tilts his head and sips again. You hold the tray in front of you, fearing his rejection.

“Of if you need space…”

“No, that would be… nice,” he rasps, wetting his throat with the coffee before continuing, “dove, I’d love a bath,” he licks his shining lips, “with you?”

Your mouth falls open and your eyes round. It isn’t just the idea of sharing the tub, but the hope of his offer. It isn’t forgiveness but it’s a start. He’s not casting you out.

“Y-yes,” you squeak, “y-yeah, I’ll go… I’ll go clean all this up and get the tub going.”

“Honey,” he pats his stomach in content, “you’re so good to me.”

You can only nod. It’s another reminder. You weren’t good to him last night. You paint a smile on your face and step back on your heel.

“Let me just get this to the kitchen–”

“Don’t I get a kiss?” He prompts before you can back up.

“Oh, uh, yes, I’m sorry, I didn’t…” you carry the tray closer, “I didn’t know if you wanted… one.”

“Always, dove,” he leans over and offers his puckered lips. You give him a peck as he hums. As you draw back, he purrs, “perfect.”

Your smile quivers on your lips. He watches you as you glance down at the tray. It’s awkward. It’s going to be for a while. You won’t ever forget this. He accepts you, even the bad parts. Even when it hurts.

“Love you, dove,” he says.

Your eyes flick up to meet his, “love you too… honey.”

His face brightens, “I like that,” he beams, “when you call me honey.”

“You do?” you bat your lashes.

“It’s like a song,” he says and teethes his lips, his eyes drifting away from yours, “beautiful like the rest of you.”

You squirm and squeeze the tray. You slowly turn away, the empty dishes rattling with you. The knot in your chest just won’t untangle. You want it to be alright but it still feels so wrong.

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[warm-cat-hika]

TWICE members as your girlfriend

pairings: nonidol!Nayeon x reader, nonidol!Jeongyeon x reader, nonidol!Momo x reader, nonidol!Sana x reader, nonidol!Jihyo x reader, nonidol!Mina x reader, nonidol!Dahyun x reader, nonidol!Chaeyoung x reader, nonidol!Tzuyu x reader

tags: headcanons, fluff, romantic relationship

a/n: love twice, stan twice

Nayeon

your dates are the most enjoyable things in the world and i mean that

she loooveees shopping with you

your walks are mostly quiet but so atmospheric

in public, when people either staring at her or at you, she would kiss you in front of everyone to make them jealous

says "us!" on every two random characters, just because they look cute

the gifts she makes with her own hands are the most precious to you

often eats the last pieces, even though she promised to share

ALWAYS feeds you

may start whining and acting like a child if you still haven't kissed her that day

on your birthday or your anniversary she makes the most beautiful stories or posts on social media that makes you think “wasn’t she an editor?”

Jeongyeon

teases you about everything

seriously is the most chaotic and effortlessly funny person on this world

she loooveees dogs, that's why she has you <3

in public she gets more serious around you and is your bodyguard

usually lies with "there's something on your hair" just to touch it

was joking around before you started dating and after

can be strict when she's serious about something

loves hugging with you, wrapping her coat around you

literally the most long and comfy hugs are with her

can hit you as joke

Momo

dancing is her passion, so everytime music starts playing, no matter where you are, she's dancing to it

kisses you everytime she can because she loves it

likes acting tiny in front of you just to get your attention and affection

sometimes you can just talk in the kitchen at 3 am, drinking tea

loves fields with flowers and you often go there for a picnic

animal crossing is the only game she can play

when you both wake up, she just grips you hard and forces you to sleep more with her

her love language is to make you things and her gifts are the best because she knows you

usually rests on your chest and falls asleep just so that you would take care of her or even carry her to your bed

this bitch is actually really romantic, but hides it ??

Sana

the most innocent girl you can ask for, but then turns out she's not because of the way she thinks about you

sends tonnes of emojis like "k, see ya, honey 🥰🥰😍💕💕😻😻😘😘😘💜💜🩷🩷💘💖💗💓💞💕💖💌❤️‍🩹"

her laugh is your favorite sound

can randomly switch moods and give you that mischievous stare

when she's jealous, she becomes the boldest person alive and does everything to show others you're hers

exchanging flowers is your love language

loves watching movies, series, shows, anything, as long as it’s with you

she can flirt. AND I MEAN IT

loves when you straighten her hair

on calls with you when she's not around

Jihyo

your morning is always in a good mood because of your sunshine hyo <3

you can feel she's not on the bed beside you but then you find out she cooked you breakfast

her habit is getting up REALLY early so she can do everything she planned to

the most happy and fun moments are only with her.

she's a green flag in everything, that's why you're lucky to have her

caressing cheeks is your thing

her kisses are the most feelingful and sincere, and you miss them all the time

if you have a bad day and she drives you home, she'll buy you mcdonalds or whatever you like because she knows you like the back of her hand

the initiator of random adventures

loves biting your earlobe

Mina

is very shy when you kiss her in public

lying on her and being buried in her neck is your favorite thing to do

her kisses are the most gentle and loving

sometimes you notice her walking in your clothes

the way she hugs you is like she's your mother and you're her baby

always calls you pet names or nicknames she came up with

buys board games or things like beads, plasticine and spends time with you doing it

likes small matching cute things with you

loves it when you praise her or say what you like about her the most, that makes her blush

cooks while you hug her from behind, you both LOVE it <3

Dahyun

she is effortlessly funny, so she can make you laugh very easily

loves watching stars with you

you guys buy clothes for each other

you both watch or read a lot of stuff and share your opinion about different things

her hands on you >>>>

will go out with you no matter what weather it is now

you do lots of tiktok trends together

your roman empire is to paint her face with children's paints

she's very romantic actually

lies with a serious expression

Chaeyoung

this girl is artistic as hell, so she draws you, sings for you, dances for you, she does everything

shopping for clothes together is your life

before you started dating, you didn't have a clue that she likes you

karaoke together? YES

you go to nightclubs together but she keeps an eye out for you always and doesn't let you drink too much

since your girlfriend is a creative person, you often go to various museums

sometimes she steals your phone and takes photos of herself

you're just happy that you live with her

when she's jealous, she hides it pretty well but when you talk to her, she's sulking

most of her tattoos are about you, you and only you

Tzuyu

people admire her insane face card, so better keep her near you

smiles a lot when she's with you

honestly, she was obvious even before you started dating

asks you often "am i cute?"

her favorite pillow is your torso

rests her head on your shoulder cause she loves it

always has those heart eyes when you don't see

loves everything you give to her

appreciates and likes it when you also care about her dogs

can insult you with a cute smile (and you can't blame that angel)

warm-cat-hika © only on tumblr

୨⎯ thank you for reading!⎯୧

#twice #twice headcanons #twice fluff #nayeon #nayeon fluff #jeongyeon #momo #momo fluff #sana #sana fluff #jihyo #jihyo fluff #mina #mina fluff #dahyun #dahyun fluff #chaeyoung #chaeyoung fluff #tzuyu #tzuyu fluff #kpop fluff #kpop

[joekeeryswife]

I need some dad!Pedro Pascal with a baby girl (he’s such a girl dad 💖💖💖)

Baby sister - p.p

hello angel! thank you for your request. i kind of changed this up a little bit so i hope that’s okay. requests are open! kinda hate this but oh well 🤪has a few mistakes but other than that, enjoy reading angels 🤍 ⚠️age gap couple⚠️

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"you okay honey?" Pedro asked as he opened the car door for you, his right hand extended out so he could help you out. he had the car seat in his left with your second newborn daughter sat snugly with a small pink hat on top of her head and a blanket which was knitted by your grandma over her small body.

your mum was over at your home looking after Junie, your five year old daughter who was adamant on meeting her baby sister. she had begged you both for a sibling as soon as she heard her friend Isabel had gotten a baby brother and now she had finally got her baby sister.

you gently placed your left hand in Pedro's, carefully standing up out of the car with a small wince. you had gotten 9 stitches after giving birth and getting up hurt, a lot. after taking a breath you nodded "i'm okay" you said, sending him a small smile of reassurance.

you turned to close the door, doing a quick check to see if you'd left anything on the backseats. after making sure the car was empty you closed the car door and started making your way up the short driveway to your front door. your mum had told you Junie was excitingly anticipating your arrival. she'd waited a very long nine months and felt as if she'd waited forever to meet her sister.

Pedro opened the front door and moved out of the way so you could go in first. you heard loud screaming coming from the living room and then fast footsteps approaching the front door. "mama. i missed you" Junie squealed as she saw you, Pedro and baby Penny. "hi angel. i missed you so much more" you smiled as she wrapped her arms around your leg. "why don't we go to the living room? then you can hold your baby sister" you heard Pedro suggest and Junie nod against your leg.

you felt her grab ahold of your hand as you walked to the living room. your mum was standing in front of the sofa with a look of adoration and love as you entered the room. she walked to you with open arms and pulled you into her. "are you okay?" she whispered placing a small kiss on the side of your head. you nodded and hugged her tighter.

you were glad your mum was here, she was your best friend and you needed her here. she let go of you and helped you sit down on the sofa, making sure you were comfortable before giving Pedro a quick hug as a congratulations. Pedro placed the car seat on the coffee table and pushed the handle backwards so Junie could get a better view of her sister.

Junie knelt down in front of the car seat, her eyes darting across Penny’s face. “aww mama she’s so cute” she reached her hand to softly stroke Penny’s face. you smiled and watched as Penny sighed in her sleep, her lips pouted. “you wanna hold her?” Pedro ran his hand through Junie’s hair.

she nodded and practically jumped on the sofa next to you. Junie cuddled into your side with her eyes growing wide as Pedro moved the small blanket off of Penny and unclipped her from the car seat. “okay so put your arms like this” you demonstrated and she copied “that’s it” you kissed her head and watched her as Pedro placed Penny in her arms.

Penny wriggled for a few seconds before settling down in her big sisters arms. the sight of the two of them almost brought you to tears. “she’s so tiny” Junie whispered, looking up at you careful not to jolt her sister. “you were that small once, actually you were a little bit smaller than her when you were born” you replied, heart swearing with love.

“did you use the name i liked?” Junie said, her eyes diverting to where your mum and Pedro were. she had suggested the name Penny after watching ‘Bolt’ and had gone on non stop about the name. Pedro nodded “we did. did you see her blanket?” your grandma had embroidered Penny’s name on the blanket in black yarn which stood out against the baby pink fabric.

Junie shook her head and turned her attention back to Penny who had opened her eyes to look up at her. “mama look, she’s awake” her voice was filled with excitement which made everyone in the room smile wider then they already were. Pedro made his way over to sit next to Junie and looked down at Penny who was now looking around the room.

“she looks exactly like you when you were a baby” he placed a delicate kiss on Junie’s head and wrapped his arm around the back of the sofa. Penny sneezed loudly making Junie jump before a small giggle escaped her. “bless you” she lent down to kiss her sisters cheek and you felt like your heart exploded then and there. they had just met and they were already the cutest pair.

you heard your mum walk off somewhere making your head turn to the door but she quickly re-emerged with a polaroid camera which she took absolutely everywhere with her. “let’s get a picture of the four of you” she smiled, turning on the camera watching you and Pedro move closer to Junie and Penny. your arm went behind Junie’s back, making sure she was comfortable, before looking up at your mum.

Pedro let his hand rest on your shoulder with his attention also going to your mum who was holding the camera ready to take the photo. “Junie baby look up at nanny” your mum said making Junie’s attention shift off of Penny. “smile” your mum said before the camera flashed and the sound of the camera printing filled the room. “can we please do one more? but just of them three” Pedro asked as your mum handed you the polaroid.

you and your mum looked confused before she nodded and smiled before lifting the camera up once again saying another ‘smile’ before the flash went off once again. once printed she handed the polaroid to Pedro who said a quick ‘thank you’ before he walked out of the living room. “can i have a hold?” your mum asked Junie who sighed dramatically before giggling loudly and nodding. you smiled at your mum as she carefully took Penny out of Junie’s arms and said a small ‘oh my goodness you’re adorable”.

you followed Pedro out of the living room once you knew your mum was comfortable with Penny and found him in the kitchen with a sharpie writing on the polaroid. “what are you doing?” you asked leaning against the door frame. Pedro jumped, almost smudging the writing at the bottom of the picture. “jesus you scared me” he sighed closing the cap of the pen and picked up the photo before fishing out his wallet which was in his back pocket. he smiled at your curious face and wrapped his arms around you, placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “i had to get a picture of my girls, you all looked so beautiful and i didn’t want to forget the moment”

#fanfiction #imagines #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal interview #dad!pedropascal #dad!pedro pascal

[fanfiction4sooya]

Let me help (Tiffany x Fem!R)

Was feeling soft today so decided to go for a bit of fluff, but the end is just smut since (I'm a whore and cant contain myself) I thought it made sense for the story.

I'm ALWAYS up to writing for snsd, so send requests if you wanna talk abt them 💖💖💖

Mommy tiffany young, smut, fingering, oral, praising, +18, angst, mentions of harassment on work settings;

It was a horrible day.

It started good as usual, you were full of joy since you loved your job and your little routine. But it all went south when you stepped inside the office, coffee in hand and a big smile on your lips.

Your boss, may the devil take his soul, gave you three different contracts to redact before noon and kept rushing you all the time, passing by your desk and tapping his expensive watch in front of your face; watching you all the time, quietly cornering you when you were alone.

"Creep" You said to yourself as he went away, trying your best to ignore that gut wrenching feeling as he observed you.

He was having that type of behavior since you rejected him on the latest happy hour, telling him you already seeing someone. Of course he didn't believe you, but it was true. "Is he better than me? More good looking? Come on, he doesn't need to know" He said all that and concluded that you were lying to not engage with him. If he even knew...

Tiffany Young, your boss's boss was the person you were seeing. Of course he didn't knew that, very few people knew. You didn't want anyone to know so you wouldn't be seen as a gold digger after all.

She worked at another company and owned the one you worked at, but still. You didn't want to be anyone's target.

It was finally time to leave and your body was sore, you had a massive headache and you felt like crap. You just wanted to get home and pretend nothing happened, reluctant on telling Tiff what happened since you didn't wanted to bother her but it was almost impossible to keep anything from that woman.

When you got home she was already there still on her work attire, her hair up on a bun. God, she was gorgeous.

"Hi, baby" She went your way hugging you as you tensed a bit.

"Hi, Tiff" You sheepishly said, holding back the urge to cry.

"Did something happen?" She said, worried eyes meeting your sad ones. You pouted, really on the verge of tears, sniffling a bit. "Oh, sweetie..." She hugged you again, petting your hair as you nuzzled into her neck and started quietly sniffling.

After a while she managed to calm you down a little and prepare a hot bath for you, helping you take off your clothes and enter the bathtub as she did the same, positioning herself behind you. Her boobs pressed against your back almost made you give up on telling her anything as she washed you.

She didn't rush you, didn't say anything as she kept you company; After a while you finally mustered some courage.

"Mommy" You quietly called her. "I need to tell you something..." You looked down at the water and she positioned her chin on your shoulder.

"I'm all ears, my love" She kissed your skin and that made you relax enough to tell her everything that was happening as she attentively listened.

You felt her slightly tense behind you as you were talking. You knew it wasn't jealousy, it was pure rage, her protective side kicking in hard.

"'I'm so sorry you had to go through that, baby" She hugged you. "Don't worry anymore, I'll take care of it" She said, her tone lower and quite dangerous.

"Thank you for not scolding me" You were a little bit ashamed it took you almost a week to tell her. She gently held your chin, turning your face to look at her, kissing your lips in such a passionate way that it got you dizzy.

"Thank you for trusting me with such delicate matter, my love" That made your heart melt. "I would never judge your decisions, specially on this" She said, her nose touching yours. "You are so brave, baby"

She was so encouraging, so careful, it was turning you on. That secure side, her honey-like voice, the way you felt so protected, everything felt so attractive that you found it hard to hold yourself back.

You turned around on her embrace, straddling her naked form and pressing your hips against hers.

"I love you so much" You said, kissing her more passionately now as she hugged your waist kissing you with equal fervor.

"I love you, baby" You breathed heavily as she licked your lips, sucking your bottom one. That made your hips jolt, slowly grinding. "Are you sure?" She whispered and you nodded, moaning against her lips.

"Make me forget mommy, please" You pleaded and again you felt her tense under you. She loved when you pleaded for her.

"Anything for you, my love" She said, before kissing you.

She kissed you slowly, caressing your back and cupping your ass so you would grind a little harder. You rolled your eyes as she kissed your neck, trailing off to one of your stiff nipples; That made you whine, gripping hard at the sides of the bathtub. She alternated between long and hard sucks and some more shallow, light ones.

She stood up with you still on her lap placing you on the cold marble sink of her expensive bathroom, the sudden cold made you shiver a bit but her hot body made you entirely forget anything that wasn't her.

She touched you lightly at first, two fingers circling your clit making you moan and she smiled against your skin as she went down on her knees.

"My pretty girl" She said as she licked your inner thigh, eyeing your already reddened cunt. "Pinch your nipples for me, baby" She knew how you loved getting ordered around during sex and loved even more getting your nipples stimulated when getting head. "And keep your eyes on me, princess" She smiled, holding your legs. "I like it when you watch me eat"

She dove on your pussy, licking first at your slit to gather your wetness. You opened your mouth to moan but even that was hard, pinching hard on both of your nipples, your eyes glued to Tiffany's beautiful face, her hair completely tossed to the side as she sucked hungrier and hungrier. She hummed, tasting you in the most obscene way ever, making sure that you were seeing her enter your pussy with her tongue.

"Mommy" You cried out, bucking against her face. Trembling, shivering, cursing a lot when she switched her tongue with her fingers, massaging your spongy spot and fully making out with your swollen clit.

"You look so pretty with my fingers inside you, baby" She said, getting up and kissing you. "My pretty thing" She moaned when you clenched, taking your hand from your nipple to replace with her mouth. She fucked you hard now; your pussy wet and loud as she added a third finger, making you close your eyes and throw your head back. "Open your eyes, sweetie"

Pulling you from the sink, she made you stand on shaky legs as she quickly turned you around to face the mirror, holding your chin.

"Open it" She ordered again, slamming her fingers inside you, kissing your neck from behind. You shivered, forcing yourself to obey. "That'is it, sweetie" She smiled. "Look at your pretty face, look how hot you are when my fingers are all up your pussy, baby"

Indeed, you were hot like that. Disheveled hair, sweaty forehead, blushed cheeks; you put your tongue out, sucking on the fingers that were previously on your chin. That made her mind go fuzzy with desire, her fingers slamming against your core even harder now.

You moaned loudly, clenching, shaking so hard it was impossible to stay up if it wasn't for her body pressing your front against the sink. You felt that familiar tightening on your belly, feeling yourself spilling your juices on her hand.

"Mommy, fuck-" You managed to say even with your stuffed mouth, coming so hard you kind of blacked out for a moment.

Still holding your limp body she slowly took off her fingers from inside you, turning you around to kiss your puffy lips and press her body against yours.

She took you to bed after a while, laying you literally on top of her as she caressed your back, humming a soft lullaby.

Her warmth was something so utterly safe that it made you curl up and stay on her lap like a kitty would do to it's owner, so protective and quiet in a good way.

"How are you feeling?" She said as your head nuzzled to her neck.

"Loved" You said, not thinking twice. She softly laughed.

"No, baby" You looked up at her. "About that jackass" Her eyes lost a little of it's sparkle when she mentioned him.

"Oh" you blushed a bit. "I feel lighter now that I told you" You took a deep breath.

"You can tell me anything, sweetie" She kissed your lips and then your forehead. "And always count on me for help"

You nodded, kissing the corner of her lips, that pretty eye smile making your heart swell.

"I know, mommy" You said, feeling happy to be hers.

#snsd tiffany #tiffany smut #gxg smut #tifanny x fem! reader #female reader #snsd #girls generation #girls generation smut

[cupidsredcollar]

P’s the type of guy to . . . (part 1) - - -

Prank call you and heavy breathe into the line to creep you out.

Make pizza with the most strange combinations and actually enjoy it.

Have (a) really cold hand(s).

Always manage to get the attention of stray cats on the street. Meow at cats more than they meow back.

Forget his own birthday.

Come up behind you when you least expect it and then scare you. You think its not on purpose, but it it is. Get mustard on a white shirt.

Take you to a scary movie thinking he could comfort you when you’re scared, but he ends up being the scared one.

Do a duo halloween outfit and then also make a smaller version for Spring. He likes to include her even if she’s not enthused.

Get complimented often.

Have good fashion sense.

Hoard things.

Forget to take care of himself and take proper breaks.

Pay close attention to the things you like.

Tie his shoe laces in a juvenile way.

Forget to use both his hands while multitasking.

Send everyone and their grandma a Christmas letter.

Hate socks, but still wear them reluctantly. Be a lightweight, but hides it well.

Cry into Springs fur until she’s hissing at him.

Pass out in random places. (i.e: the kitchen, right next to the bed, the toile-)

Have cat fur all over him.

Never say a swear.

Hug you before doing anything where you’ll be apart.

Try and ‘hide’ gifts for you, but you end up finding them because he hides it somewhere like in the washing machine. It’s the thought that counts, even if you only found it after it got wet.

Not know how to tie a tie.

Kiss his teeth when he’s annoyed or frustrated. Struggle with keeping a normal amount of eye contact, he just likes to stare.

Feed Spring better than he feeds himself.

Give really gentle hugs. He’ll hide his face in the crook of your neck.

Avert his eyes when embarrassed, maybe even turn a lil’ pink on the cheeks too.

Not understand dirty jokes right away, then have an ‘ohh’ moment a minute later.

Not notice the stares he gets in public.

Use hand motions rather than speak.

Listen to the same song on repeat for weeks.

Let you borrow his clothes.

Want you to read to him every night.

Not realize that he’s fallen in love right away.

Sleep dead on his back like he’s in a casket, even his hands are positioned similarly too. Use cheap soap and then come out with soft silky magazine hair somehow. Not admit when he’s feeling ill/sick.

Lose track of a lot of his items to ‘the void’ only for you to find them right where you told him it would be.

Make random popping noises with his mouth for fun.

Win most games you play together, especially if it’s a card game. Adopt a nervous habit of chewing on the inside of his mouth.

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first Tumblr post my darling 😼💖

#lop #p x reader #lies of p pinocchio #no this is totally not projection #kit at it again

[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | MS47 | part. 06

Pairing: hamilton!reader (she/her) x mick schumacher

Warnings: curse words, twitter environment, mention of food, not proofread etc etc. Minors DNI!

summary: after a week away for work, Y/n is back to follow the race calendar and this time she decided to join the drivers party. What a bit of alcohol and a week away from Mick could do to her? Hopefully, nothing that exposes their situation too much.

a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

part. 05 | series masterlist | part. 07

theofficialyn

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theofficialyn Such an amazing day wearing Valentino! 💗 But today’s tip is: don’t do a photoshoot with your older brother, he will absolutely make you laugh all the time 🧍🏾‍♀️

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violadavis Love you two!!!! 💗

⤷ htgawmfan What multiverse is this???? Queen Viola and the Hamiltons?! Im here for it!!!

maisonvalentino we loved the laughing shots, such a great duo 💘

ynfashion Please, tell me Valentino is gonna update more stuff because I’m starving for content and you guys keep feeding me crumbs *cries in obsessive*

lewismerc the fact that Lewis kept making her laugh is so pure

lewishamilton 😜

⤷ theofficialyn blocked!

⤷ sunshineferrari I wanna be their friend so bad

pierregasly Charles was so jealous, he said you should invite him next time!

⤷ lewishamilton tell him she’s MY sister, he have two brothers

⤷ charles_leclerc exactly I have two brothers and now one sister 😇

⤷ tifosiitaly the way charles is getting under Lewis’ skin is sending me HAHAHAHAH

fan2 💘💘💘💘💘💘

hate123 Funny how it's outed that she’s Lewis's sister and suddenly she’s representing Valentino…

⤷ theofficialyn LOL My shoe brand has had a partnership with Valentino for years now, this is nothing new 😘

⤷ popyn yes, queen! put these haters to sleep

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton Grateful for the invitation from Valentino 💖 I had a great time! (And yes, YN was absolutely judging)

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theofficialyn not funny, delete!!!

sirlewis9 Lewis, I hate to break it to you, but both of you were judging

charleslechair The banter is so older brother energy. I love them

danielricciardo Looking good, mate! 🖤

maisonvalentine 💘 An honor to have you two!

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paddockgossip

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paddockgossip Y/n and Mick are at the same party and rumor has it they are looking pretty cozy, all hugs and sharing drinks. If you have more tea our dms are open!

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1990yn where are these pics from?

⤷ fortyfourlewis mick’s from lando’s story and yn’s is from lilys (alex’s gf)

sainzcentury Schumi boy is looking good. Go get your man, yn!!!

gaslygaslight patintly waiting for the videos from the party so I can scan one by one looking for yn and mick kissing in the background 🙏🏾

⤷ user1 LMAO can you imagine?

mickmercedes I wanted to be at this party so bad 😭 can you imagine their energy while drunk????? unmatched!

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theofficialyn

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theofficialyn Great night but not so great morning 👎🏾

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illicitaffairs2 not the noodle in the car on her way to the paddock ☠️

lewishamilton water and sun waiting for you in here, the best cure

⤷ theofficialyn please, I’m going for a swin with rocks inside my pockets 🤒

pierregasly the best party partner ever!!!

⤷ charles_leclerc excuse me?

ynnature can you imagine being hungover and having to hear the vroom vroom from the paddock all the time??? lmfao

⤷ f1sainz but theyre not racing, just training and general work stuff

⤷ paddockprincess its still loud tho

lilymhe ILY!!!

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[maximotts]

Hi Motts! Hi Motts!

For the lil jealousy prompt thingy:

“I’m not jealous, I’m being absolutely reasonable.”

With the love of my life, emo!Wanda. Please and thank you.

(giving you a huge hug just because)

HELLO LIL BEAN!! I'm doing yours first because you said you were feeling sad! I'm sending you a biiigg hug back! 💖

I don't really think this requires any warnings? Maybe just.. Wanda being clingy and intimidating, but in a sexy and fun way? Whatever, she's hot let's just go with it.

jealousy prompts.

"I'm not jealous, I'm being absolutely reasonable."

If Wanda wasn't currently burrowing deep as she could into your neck, she could've seen your smile. Instead, she heard the faint rumble of laughter against your throat and pouted, an indignant huff blowing just under the collar of your shirt. "Is that what we're calling what you're doing now?"

Wanda rarely made an appearance at Tony's parties, preferring to keep to herself instead of trying to worm her way through drunken groups of her teammates and upper end Stark Industries employees. Tonight she'd decided to step out, be social, show up and hopefully spend some time with you publicly before retiring to either of your rooms— but Wanda hadn't seen you in party mode before.

Not that you were rowdy, nothing of the sort, but conversation came easy to you and after a few years more than her with the Avengers, you had a thousand and one stories to capture any audience. One group in particular was the sort Wanda minded, the girls who giddily hung on your every word, laughing absurdly hard in an attempt to lean in closer. The ones who were so eager to grab you another drink, to put their arms around you as if you were theirs. And you.. you let them.

Except you weren't theirs; you were hers.

"This right here? Planting yourself in my lap in the middle of a party? That's jealousy 101, sweetheart." Wanda scoffed bitterly, brushing off your accusation in the same breath she wound her arms tighter around your midsection.

So what if Wanda gently persuaded the individuals she deemed too touchy away from you? Women went to the bathroom together all the time; there wasn't anything out of the ordinary with their departure. And you would've thought nothing of it, if you hadn't caught that fading red glow from your girlfriend's eyes as she made her way to you a few moments ago.

"I could've made them eat those tongues they clearly wanted to shove down your throat-" She was cut off by her own yelp, the hand that'd been resting on the small of her back delivering a swift swat to her ass as a warning to behave.

Part of you wanted to believe Wanda wouldn't actually do something so grotesque... the other part of you had seen the lengths she'd go to not only get what she wanted, but to keep what's hers as well. When you pulled her away, she whined so pitifully you had to let this laugh escape. "Such big, scary words from such a clingy little thing."

"Careful, or I'll make you eat your words right along with theirs." You were pushing Wanda's buttons on purpose now, toeing that fine line of annoying her and genuinely getting on her nerves. The latter brought out the version of your girlfriend who never hesitated reminding you who exactly was the one in charge. Because it wasn't you, not really.

Maybe it was the public setting that saved you, or the self-preserving act of knowing when you shut your mouth, but after a minute, the brunette's shoulders slumped once more, her hands reaching out to play with one of your own. Just to keep touching you; Wanda could never get enough of the feel of your warm skin against her own... hers to hold and examine and stroke black-lacquered nails over your open palm, "Asking them to go away was me being reasonable."

Before you could utter another word, her lips crashed into yours, instantly taking ownership of a kiss that, if any of the slurred laughs and taunts were an indicator, the people still lingering around noticed full well. Wanda wanted them to notice; if they needed to see anything about you, it was this: you were well and truly spoken for by a girl who has no issue with reclaiming what's hers.

"Now... we're going to go upstairs and when we get to my room, I'm going to sit on your lap just like this," Wanda sat up on her knees, forced your head back over the couch, hand splayed possessively over your throat and jaw until you were forced to keep eye contact with her and it now was your turn to utter a pathetic noise, the cool metal of her rings stinging your suddenly heightened nerves. "And this time when I'm right here, you're going to show me how sorry you are for letting those silly girls fawn all over you. Understood?"

"Whatever you say, Wands..." Wanda didn't typically use her powers on you without explicit consent, but that dangerous crimson hue shone bright in her eyes again as her free hand dragged her finger over your swollen lips and you knew she was contemplating it.

Maybe if you asked her nicely, she'd agree just this once. "Make sure to say please and I'll think about it."

#I hope that you like this bean!! I didn't know if you wanted soft or mean wanda so you got a little of both #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fic #marvel imagine #maximotts #motts writes.

[tu-sugar-mami]

Do u take requests? If so could I request how Alcina would take care of a severely injured YN?

Hi! Sorry it took me so long to reply 😅 I do take requests occasionally, thank you for sending yours 💖 I like to write a short story with a tiny speck of plot rather than a sort of headcanon list so I hope that's okay with you

Tags: Slight angst, overprotective Alcina, happy ending, fluff, gender neutral reader

Around 900 words

Enjoy!

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Alcina hadn't meant for the incident to happen. She could have sworn the door leading to the cellar was locked…

The Lady had heard quite a large number of screeches, yells and begging coming from the basement throughout her many years living with her daughters at castle Dimitrescu, but she will forever remember  the way this specific shrill screaming made her blood run cold. 

She knew that voice, she adored listening to its raspy tone every morning next to her in bed. She loved the way it lovingly called her name with surprise when she, despite her size, sneaked behind you. She loved your laugh when she hoisted you up in a hug and spinned you around before peppering your face with kisses until your face was red with her lipstick. 

Yes, Alcina recognized the voice of her lover coming from that damned place, screaming for her to save you, begging to her for help. 

A second didn't even pass before her legs carried her full speed towards the cellar, calling out your name in hopes you'd hear her and know she was coming. Hoping with all her being that you could hang on just one more second while she got there.

It wasn't pretty when she found you. The moroaica had cornered you, and even though the trail of corpses let Alcina know you had put up an admirable fight, the Lady could see the cuts and scratches littering your skin and and tearing your clothes, but what caught her attention the most were the large, ugly deep gashes on your side and calf bleeding profusely. Your pale face let her know you wouldn't resist any more if she didn't act soon. 

Without breaking a sweat, she got rid of the remaining moroaica in a swift swing of her claws, careful to not hurt you accidentally with them.

With a last cry, your knees went weak and weren't able to support your weight anymore, but before you could even touch the ground a pair of strong arms lifted you bridal style, and in a second you were seeking comfort in Alcina's neck…

A few hours later, once you laid in the comfort of Alcina's bed with your injuries dressed and your pain dulled with a lot of medicine -courtesy of Moreau-, your trembling body snuggled close to Alcina's while she stroked your head lovingly. The Lady was livid, and swore to find out who was responsible for such a disaster, but for now, all her focus was on you. 

Soon enough, after the adrenaline of the fight and fright passed, your eyes drifted closed and you fell into a peaceful slumber at the mercy of Alcina's warmth and presence keeping you safe.

If Alcina's bed was already the softest place you ever had the pleasure to sleep on, it felt like absolute heaven when you woke up again. The bedsheets had been changed for the fluffiest, softest and most comfortable covers money could buy. 

Although Alcina knows that humans are quite fragile, she doesn't really remember how everything works, what with her mutation making her basically immortal. What she isn't capable of providing, such as helping redress your wounds (mostly because her and her daughter's would never really need it), is compensated with her bringing you every luxury you might want or need. 

Five maids were at the ready outside of the door just in case, and Alcina even got a bell placed on the bedside table in case you needed something and Alcina wasn't around, but honestly it was kind of pointless since Alcina wouldn't dare to leave your side even for a second. 

Every two hours or so, she would check your temperature to make sure everything was in order, just like Sal had instructed her. She might even have gotten a bit anxious when you wouldn't wake up soon, and she'd force herself to resist the urge to wake you up. If your breathing changed in the slightest while you slept, Alcina would worry and more often than not she would overreact, summoning her daughters and ordering them to call Moreau because you might be dying! for the fifth time in the last 15 hours. 

Thanks to Miranda's willing help -most likely by Alcina's blackmail- your recovery went smoothly, and when the worst passed and you felt well enough to try to get up on your own, Alcina still kept you in bed for two more weeks, just to make sure you'd be completely ready to start walking again. Sometimes the Lady wouldn't let you walk at all, instead carrying you in her own two arms to wherever your desired location was at the moment. Yes, even the "tedious and so exhaustingly long" tea parties you held with Donna and Angie when they visited.  

Despite Alcina's overprotectiveness, you couldn't really complain. Her loving kisses did wonders for your ouchies, and you swear the red of her lipstick on your own lips gave you the boost you needed to push through the stress. 

Eventually your injuries healed perfectly thanks to Alcina's perseverance and tenderness, and she was more than happy to receive your gratitude in the fierce kisses and wandering caresses you both shared in the privacy of her chambers.

The locks on the cellar door might have been changed to a considerable height after the little incident though.

All in all, Alcina had no idea how to take care of a human in terms of health, but there's nothing she wouldn't be willing to learn learn for the sake of her beloved 💕

#alcina dimitrescu angst #alcina x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #my fic #lady dimitrescu x reader #re8

[thecraftymagician]

Hi there! Arcana brainrot has had me in a chokehold recently, so I wanted to ask: How do you think the m6 would react to the reader's family being racist and/or misogynistic? I've been getting into conflict with my parents on stuff like that a lot recently (especially the misogyny bc even tho I'm a guy, I'm trans, so comments like that are directed towards me a lot) and the idea of my blorbos putting them in their place makes me happy. I completely understand if your not comfortable with it tho

First off, I am so sorry you're going through this. The society we live in right now is utter insanity and it's extremely unfair especially when those who are meant to love and care for us most not only refuse but do the exact opposite. Sincerely, I just want to talk to them at a waffle house. I.. just wanna talk. I completely understand what you're going through and I am here for you, Anon!!! (This is one of those ones where there is bleed-through. All of the M6 have trouble understanding how your family can be so different from you and desperately want to take care of you. I just worded it a bit differently for each and may have left that out a bit for a few, but I assure you it is a given. Your comfort characters love you very much and want what's best for you!!)

Warnings & Clarifications: For everyone's safety, comfort, and wellbeing I will not be going into the specifics of the topics mentioned. At most there will be hints of what may have been said by Reader's family and/or friends. TW: Implied R*cism, Implied H*m*phobia, Implied M*sogyny, Implied B*gotry, Implied etc.

M6 w/ Apprentice's Hateful Family:

Asra 💜

(Directed at them by the family)

They freeze and there's a brief silence before their eyes narrow as they ask for clarification. Did they.. really just say that?

Depending on the response they may have the patience to attempt to put the family in their place with respect for you but they have no qualms about just grabbing your hand and walking away.

They're confused and hurt but know that it's not your fault in the slightest. They are their own people and adults at that who unfortunately made awful choices outside of having you as a child. Even so, how far the golden apple fell from such a rotten tree is astonishing in the best possible way and they are truly grateful.

They will try not to let it get to them but will still confide in you with reassurance that it's not your fault and they don't see you any differently.

(Directed at reader by the family)

Instantly their hand is holding yours firmly, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed.

Through gritted teeth they let the family know that it is time they leave. Any protest from them is met with a glow of purple irises as Asra readies a spell, though they're not sure exactly what.

As soon as they're able, they get you as far away from your family as they can and somewhere comfortable. Immediately they check in on you and get anything you might need, even if it's just a big long hug.

They can't begin to imagine what it was like living in the household but they know it was difficult for you and they want to be there for you as much as possible.

Nadia 💖

(Directed at her by the family)

Her shock lasts milliseconds before morphing into her signature scowl. "I beg your pardon." It is not a question or a suggestion.

If they have the gaul to continue, she allows herself to interrupt and cut them off. In no uncertain terms she all but tells them to go to hell in a hand-basket in the most eloquent way that one may even look forward to the journey.

She will attempt to continue the meeting for your sake but if they refuse to play nice or have made you uncomfortable they are asked to take their leave, even if it's not at the palace. Surely the display in public would send them off, tails between their legs.

Unfortunately, this isn't the first time she's dealt with something like this and she suspects it will be far from the last. It doesn't affect her as much as it used to, the worst of it being from your family and them embarrassing you in the process. She will also confide in you but make sure you do not worry about her as you are her main concern.

(Directed at reader by the family)

The air shifts instantly with palpable tension. For a brief moment, Nadia composes herself to address you directly, placing a tender kiss on your hand. "My dear, would you mind if I spoke to your.. family.. alone?"

Once she's certain you are safe and out of the room, the doors are shut. Her glare is enough to turn them to stone where they stand as she rips into them. Her words are far from pretty but she couldn't care less.

She makes it well known your place in her life and how she would spare nothing to keep you safe and happy.. even if that be exile, among other things.

After their departure, she finds you immediately and does whatever you require whether that's a hug, a good cry in her arms, talking, or ignoring the whole thing for now. She reassures you of your safety and makes sure you smile once more.

Julian 🖤

(Directed at him by the family)

It takes a moment for what they said to hit him. He blinks owlishly at them as he tries to wrap his mind around it and the complete contrast to you. He might ask for clarification out of.. respect.

When they continue his shock turns to a stern, calm anger. "..I see." He enlightens them with the fact that he owes them nothing nor anyone else for that matter, something you taught him. If they have a problem, that is awful for them plain and simple.

If they continue he will excuse you both curtly before escorting you away from them. He's still calm but silent. He's hurt because it's your family but what he said is true. What you and his own friends/family think of him matters more than anything else.

Even so he may need some reassurance. He might know all of that but he still struggles with his insecurities. He wants to make sure he did right by you in case you want your family in your life still.

(Directed at reader by the family)

His eyes narrow as he pulls you behind him, putting himself between you and your family. With his jaw clenched, his words flow with venom and purpose.

He's not above berating anyone no matter the time or place for hurting you but he'd rather not have a physical fight with them if he doesn't have to.

As soon as he's finished lashing out at them he turns on his heel and guides you away, holding you in his coat so they don't see you and vice versa.

As soon as you are somewhere safe, he frets over you and makes sure you are okay. He will try to distract you first to take your mind off it unless you want to talk immediately. If there is anything he can do for you, it will be done.

Muriel 💚

(Directed at him by the family)

While he's been used to harsh words, it is different for him coming from your family. He knows that you don't reflect their words and vice versa in the moment. Even so, he doesn't feel the need to respond with words.

Instead his initial shock melts into an intense glare, allowing the heavy silence.. and his intimidating presence.. to do the work for him. Needless to say, they do not continue.

In any case, they've said enough so he gently takes your hand and walks away from them. He will remain silent for a while before he feels comfortable saying anything.

It's weird that you could be so different from them but he's very glad of it. In another aspect, you make him feel safe, secure and loved. He couldn't be more grateful, even if he has trouble showing that sometimes.

(Directed at you by the family)

He has already taken a few steps forward into their space before they finish their sentence, eyes boring down into them. With all his rage, he can only think of one thing to say. "Leave."

They likely do as he says without a second thought. Scaring people off isn't something he's too keen on now but it needed to be done for your sake.

He'll collect himself as quickly as he can so he's able to tend to you, taking you elsewhere if needed.

It might be difficult for him to articulate the care he wants to convey to you, his bear hugs say plenty.

Portia 🧡

(Directed at her by the family)

She physically takes a step back at first before she squares her shoulders and looks them dead in the eye, letting them have it. Unfortunately, she knows a thing or two about belittling and bullying but lucky for her they aren't Nadia's guests. Even if they were she knows there's no way she'd get into any trouble for her actions.

She's not afraid to walk closer into their space and point/poke at them as she verbally lays into them. Her language is a bit less colorful than her brother's but she's not going to play nice unless she has to. They've certainly lost her respect currently and are undeserving of it.

If they try to continue she will talk over them, continuing to roast them until she's finished. She'll tell them off one last time with a huff before taking your hand in hers and leaving them.

She might vent about it more but she knows it's not your fault and makes sure you don't worry about it. They're their own people and they just so happen to suck but clearly, that has nothing on you.

(Directed at you by the family)

Before they can finish their sentence, she's cut them off, marching forward to get in their face. She readies a punch but stops herself short.

She's not afraid to throw one or hurt them but she is afraid of hurting you further. Even though their flinch was satisfying, she takes in a breath before taking a step back. "You're not even worth it."

Returning to you, she wraps an arm around your shoulder protectively before turning to them over her shoulder to tell them how awful they are in comparison to you. It's shameful of them.

She takes you to a safe space all the while asking if you're alright and if there's anything she can do right now to help. She feels guilty about being so intense but she just can't stand anyone speaking to or about you that way, especially those who should love you.

Lucio 💝

(Directed at him by the family)

His first instinct is to scoff at them. Clearly, they don't know him or anything about him to have that kind of blatant audacity.

He quickly lets them know as such, insulting them verbally each time they attempt to cut him off. All the while he takes slow deliberate steps toward them, putting himself between you.

The rant is ended with the fact that even if they had the decency to apologize he couldn't bring himself to accept it. They should, however, apologize to you because a slight on his honor is a slight on yours but he's sure they've already said enough.

He escorts you away, having said his peace, and takes you somewhere with a nicer atmosphere. Sure he is a bit hurt that your family could say such things but he himself knows a thing or two about rough families. He knows you don't think that way and that's all that really matters to him.

(Directed at you by the family)

"Excuse me?" before they can respond he has closed the difference between them, hand on the hilt of his sword.

When he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper but judging by their faces.. it wasn't the most pleasant. They back away from each other and his eyes pierce through them as he grins.

When he makes his way back to you, his gaze softens as he guides you away to safety. He holds your hand, explaining later that he was fighting every urge to not turn back around and start a fight to defend you. But.. if you did want that later, he absolutely would.

As much as he's still livid, he's able to put it aside, for now, to take care of you. Anything you need, anything he can do for you; name it and it is yours.

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

The One That Got Away - Chapter Six

Warnings: tw: child abuse, tw: physical abuse, tw: verbal abuse, mentions of therapy, heavy angst, language, self-loathing.

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

A/N: There are TRIGGER WARNINGS in this part - please heed these, and if you think you’ll be affected by any of them, please do not read.

A/N 2: And so here is the next part that made me cry as I was writing it. Have tissues at the ready... and maybe some ice-cream to soften the blow, and know that I am giving you a big, squishy hug at the end 💖

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My dearest Dean,

My therapist gave me this exercise to write letters to the people in my life - the good and bad. To get things off my chest that are weighing me down and need to be said. She said I could send them if I wanted, but as it stands right now, I don’t know if you will ever read this. This is the first of five I plan to write. You, your mom, Uncle Bobby, and my father. He will never see his, but there is a lot of shit I need to get off my chest about him. I also need to write one to myself. Give myself forgiveness or some chick-flick bullshit! 

Dean let out a chuckle as he read her opening words.

That’s right… you read that right! It does say therapist! I know you always told me to go. Told me that it’d help. But you know me, stubborn to the core and will go out of my way to do the exact opposite of what I’m being told to do just to piss everyone off! Trust me, some things will never change! But I guess what I’m trying to say is… you were right.

I fought it and fought it, but when the nightmares got worse, and I started seeing him all over campus, at the bar I work in, the coffee shop I study in, the grocery store… You get the picture. I knew I had to at least try it, and… it’s working.

It’s such a relief getting everything out in the open. Knowing that I really, honest to God, did nothing wrong and didn’t deserve any of it. I know you never judged me, and you never would, but there were always things running through my mind that I never told anyone. Not until now, at least.

It was always swimming around in there that it was somehow my fault. That life would’ve been much simpler if I’d died that night. Maybe my father was right. He and Mom could’ve had more children and softened the blow.

I dreamed of a better life every night - at least when the nightmares stayed away. My dreams would show me what life would be like if Mom survived. Sometimes I had a little brother. Sometimes it was a sister. We’d spend weekends playing in the yard or baking cookies together. I’d run down the sidewalk to meet my father on his way home from work, and he’d pick me up and swing me around and around. He’d lift me onto his shoulders, and we’d walk home together laughing, and I’d feel like I was on top of the world!

But then I’d wake up, and the world around me was so cold and dull. He’d be passed out on the couch again, and I’d have to make myself breakfast and get ready for school. Those mornings, I honestly wished I were dead.

More tears leaked from Dean’s eyes as a sad smile overtook his features. He wished she’d had the life she dreamed about. If the spark was still there between them, he swore to himself that he’d make sure any kids they might have in the future had a life exactly like the one in her dreams.

I know you always told me that none of it was my fault, and I know deep down in my heart that it’s true, but there has always been that nasty voice telling me I’m not good enough, that I’m a waste of space and I deserve to be treated like shit. The voice that would whisper: ‘Stop complaining. People have it worse than you.’

You know it’s one thing for the people who love you to tell you that the voices are lying, but it doesn’t sink in until an outsider tells you that. So, thank you, Dean, for babbling on endlessly about going to therapy. Without it, I’d never have thought about going, and I’d have given in to the destructive ways I began using to drown it out.

I’ve wanted to call you so bad, but it wouldn’t be fair to keep putting my shit onto you. I was the one who left you. 

Dean knew more tears were streaming down his face now. He knew all eyes were on him, but he couldn’t care less. All he could think about was that he’d somehow failed her for having such negative thoughts and never fully believing it wasn’t her fault.

Before therapy, when things got too much, I coped the only way I knew how. Well, the only way I’d been taught - I drank. I also developed an unhealthy relationship with sex to feel something… anything that wasn’t pure hatred for myself. I let men use me in any way they wanted to. I might as well become the filthy little slut my father always told me I was, right? Of course, it didn’t work. Not really. It only made me hate myself more.

It shames me to tell you all of this because I know it makes me a stranger to you. It turns me into someone you no longer know, but as therapy goes on and I’ve stopped using those harmful coping methods, I realise I’ve changed. For better or worse, those experiences and getting treatment have made me a different person.

He dropped the letter from his gaze and sobbed again. He wept for the girl who was taught to drink away her problems. To the girl whose father’s words had cut so deeply into her skin that she became the thing he’d always accused her of being.

Memories of the first time she told him her father had accused her of having sex with him, and he’d called her a filthy little slut crawled to the forefront of his mind. She was only twelve years old.

Sam’s hand on his back brought him back to the present, and he huffed a loud exhale before picking up the pieces of paper and continuing.

I’m mentally and physically stronger now (thanks to kickboxing and self-defence!) I have more confidence in myself, more self-esteem, and more self-belief. But I know that underneath all that, I’m still me. I’ve found the girl I was before I lost my sparkle and before her crown slipped.

I’m becoming a whole new woman, and I need you to know that you started to build her, Dean. Your love gave her the solid foundation and supporting walls she needed to soar skyward. The structure was shaky for a little while back there, and I didn’t know if it would all come crashing down, but I had your voice in the back of my mind telling me that you loved me, that you’d always love me. And it stopped the world from shaking and the structure from crumbling.

You laid the foundations for me, and each supporting wall you built is at the core of the new me. Because of you, I found the strength to open up and start the healing process. Because of you, I was brave enough to leave and start a new life. Because of you, my colours, which started as dull shades of grey, became soft pastels and are now neons, shining brighter than ever. Because of you and your unconditional love, I’ve grown my wings, and I’m finally learning to fly without a safety net.

Thank you for not asking me to stay, Dean. Because I don’t think I’d have taken this time to fix and heal myself if you had.

I love you. I always have, and I always will. And I miss you every goddamn day. I need you to know that, and I need you to believe that. I hope that one day I’m strong enough to come home and tell you this face to face, but that’s still too far out on the horizon. 

There’s still so much building I need to do to solidify myself, and I promise I will do it. I’m gonna be that little girl who was your best friend again. I’m gonna be that young woman you fell in love with again. I’m gonna make you, Uncle Bobby, and my mom proud. I won’t end up like him; I’d rather die than make his words true.

As I read back, it feels like this is a goodbye, and I guess it is, in a way. It’s a goodbye to that frightened and sad little girl everyone once knew.

I hope with all my heart that we meet again someday, Dean. I hope you get to see the woman I’ll become. I hope she makes you proud, and I get to tell you she’s here because of you.

All my love, always and forever,

Y/N xx

Dean wiped furiously at his eyes, cleared his throat, and huffed loudly. He hugged Mary tight and whispered an emotional ‘thank you’ that was only heard between mother and son.

“I would’ve dropped everything and gone to Chicago if I’d read this back then,” Dean said.

“I know. And so did Y/N. It’s why she told me to wait until the time was right,” Mary pulled back from his embrace to look into her son’s eyes. “And it wouldn’t have ended well for either of you. Y/N needed to heal and grow. If you’d gone to her, she’d have given up therapy, sacrificed her healing for you.

“What you had was special, there is no doubt about that, and it could be again, but with her fragile upbringing and your unconditional need to protect her all the time, it could’ve only ended in two ways…” Mary stopped, and Dean nodded his head.

“Either she’d have lost herself completely, swallowed up in my shadow, or I’d be in prison for murdering her father,” Dean finished for her.

“Exactly. Y/N knew that, too, and she didn’t want either of those futures for you. She wanted to grow and learn how to take care of herself. Stand up for herself. Fight back. She could only have done that alone. She had to become someone you didn’t need to protect,” Mary said.

“I’ll always protect her. I’ll protect everyone I love,” Dean countered, and Mary smiled.

“I know you would, Dean, and we are so proud of you for that, but she’s a lot stronger than you give her credit for, and there’s a big difference between needing to protect someone and wanting to,” Mary cupped his cheek and gave him a soft smile before she moved to sit at the table.

“So, what happens now, son?” John asked. “I know you still love her.”

“I’ll always love her, but I’d like to find out if I’m still in love with her,” Dean replied.

“It’s clear that you are, Dean,” Sam added with a smirk. “I don’t think you ever stopped.”

“Yeah, maybe. But that letter is at least ten years old, and Y/N talks about being different. Shit, I’ve changed too. Who knows if that means I still love her, feel nothing but platonic love or will fall in love with her all over again?”

“I don’t think she’ll have changed as much as you think, Dean!” John said with a soft smile.

“I hope not,” Dean smiled. “Still, I don’t wanna get too excited. She might not be in love with me anymore. Plus, she’ll have a lot on her plate with moving back, settling into a new job, and a new life. Her dad is dying-”

“Dean, you can’t put off seeing her,” Sam insisted.

“I won’t. But I won’t force myself back into her life when everything’s already in the air for her. I’ll let her settle, and then if she agrees, we’ll meet and talk.”

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[elitadream]

Hey Elita!

I'm so sorry for reaching out a bit late. I really hope you're feeling a bit better <3<3<3. Sending you all the love and hugs your way <3<3<3

I have been thinking about some bonding time between Mario and Toadsworth (since Toadsworth would probably be Mario's father in law at some point xD). I like to hc that after the events of the galaxy event, Mario becomes quite interested in astronomy. Toadsworth acutally knows a lot about it and catches on on Mario's interest. So they would sit together, star gaze together and Toadsworth would teach Mario the things he knows.

(I don't know if this makes sense but I just wanted some bonding time with those two :) )

Thank you very much for the support! 💕 My overall state has been improving and I feel a bit lighter today, which is good.^^🌱

OMG YES MARIO AND TOADSWORTH BONDING FTW!!! 🤩👌Astronomy is such a good idea for a common interest, I could very well see them spending time together in the castle's observatory and conversing privately at night when all the other citizens (and the princess) would be asleep; talking about life, duty, future aspirations and family. 🌌 The same way Luigi and Peach would primarily bond over their immense affection for Mario, Toadsworth and Mario would bond over their devoted love for Peach, and the two would thus develop a very fond relationship. 💖

There was this fun scene I wanted to draw a while back, in which Mario meets Toadsworth for the first time. The man would be terrified at the thought of being introduced to the princess' trusted steward and very wise mentor (and beloved father figure); wanting to make a good first impression above all else and somehow let him know that he means absolutely no harm whatsoever to Her Highness Peach Toadstool.

After a formal interview upon which the old toad would take notice of Mario's fumbling but unequivocal benignity - as well as obvious nervousness -, he would give him a friendly smile and say: "My boy, I have no doubt that someone who knows how to maintain such a sumptuous mustache is as judicious as they are deft, and will do most finely around the castle. What do you say?"

That would be very effective in breaking the ice. Delighted by the offer, Mario would promptly return the compliment, and the exchange would rapidly turn quite jovial. Slightly worried by the prolonged duration of the meeting, Peach would enter Toadsworth's office only to find him engrossed in a lively conversation with her new friend about facial hair, and she would quietly leave again without being seen; very pleased to see them getting along so well. 🤭

The thought of them instantly taking a liking to each other is one that I really like, and I'd love to eventually make another piece where they're seen directly interacting with one another. ^_^

#asks #mario #princess peach #toadsworth #concept #headcanon #family #romance #partnership #mutual appreciation and regard #hobbies #astronomy #mustaches #good tastes 😏😄 #thoughts and ramblings

[gimmethatagustd]

Hello!

I've read a lot of fics in which a member of the bts makes the oc feel good about their body after pregnancy, praises their body and stuff,

I was wondering if you could make a jungkook fic (or any other member if you want) where he's a writer and so can't put in time for excercise, he's lost his abs, his arms and thighs have gotten lose, and he feels like the reader doesn't like him anymore because when they got together back in college, he had all that

He's just worried that he's not pretty anymore, and then the reader makes sure he realizes just how pretty he is in her eyes, that he doesn't need a crazy sculpted body for her to love him, he could have a beer belly for all she cares and she'd still love him just as much

Your fics are AWESOME and I've really wanted to request this one for a while, so I hope you like the idea!

THAT'S MY BABY | JJK

All you want to do is make sure that your boyfriend feels good about himself, no matter how life changes.

» pairing: jungkook x reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ (i guess?? idk i’m bad at judging these things) | established relationship | fluff

» wc/date: 1.4k | August 2022

» warnings: body image insecurities | they shower together, but it’s not sexual 

» notes: this request is so cute and unique 🥺 thank you so much for sending this in. i'm sorry it took me a while to get to it, but i hope you enjoy 💖 and thank you to my beta reader @here4btsfics who has a lovely fic about a similiar topic here - pls go and read it, too!

» masterlist | ao3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? i.f.l.y. - bazzi // nothing feels better - pink sweat$

You were accustomed to waking up to the soft indentation of where your boyfriend’s body had laid in bed beside you. You spread your fingers out, smoothing over the wrinkled sheets and pressing your palm into the remaining warmth from his body. Normally it was the smell of coffee and the click clack of fingertips against a keyboard that coaxed you awake on a sleepy Sunday morning. Jungkook didn’t like waking you up. He tiptoed around the apartment, fuzzy socks sliding along the wooden floors and catching on the occasional rug, thoughts lost in the imaginary worlds he created inside his head.

You were in awe of his mind, never quite privy to everything that went on inside it, though you assumed you wouldn’t fully understand anyway. Creativity was, admittedly, not your strong suit. At least, not in the way it was for Jungkook. His ability to shape fragments of ideas and put them down in beautiful prose was enviable. It came to no one’s surprise that his short story collections were a hit from the very beginning. From anyone else’s eyes, Jungkook was right where he needed to be. 

For him, it wasn’t so simple.

With sleep blurring your eyes, you tripped over something on your way to your dresser. Looking down, your toes brushed up against the digital scale you normally kept tucked away in the bathroom. With a frown, you picked it up and headed towards the bathroom. 

Seeing Jungkook studying himself in the bathroom mirror wasn’t an unusual sight. He was always evaluating something, be it the way his bangs framed his forehead or how his veins popped when he flexed his biceps. Lately, though, these self-evaluations felt more frequent and harsher than usual. 

“Baby, why did you have this out?” You knew the answer already. 

Jungkook met your eyes in the mirror and your heart ached at the dark circles beneath his eyes. He shrugged, eyes cast downward. He played with a stray hair tie sitting on the bathroom counter and kept his back towards you. 

“I don’t feel good.” 

And you knew he didn’t mean that he was sick. 

Putting the scale away, you snuck your arms around his waist and hugged his back against your chest. You tried to ignore the way he tensed in your arms or how your initial touch made him flinch. 

“I think we should take a hot shower and get some coffee in us. How does that sound?” 

Your boyfriend grumbled, but he’d never learned how to say no to you, no matter how shitty he felt. Lucky for him, you only used your power for good. 

“Thank you,” you spoke softly as you lifted your t-shirt over your head. It was one of Jungkook’s, far too large for you and worn down to the point you should have probably gotten rid of it by now. But it was one of his old college shirts and the nostalgia made you hold on for a bit longer. Your underwear was next to go, quickly slipped off and following your shirt into the hamper. You felt your stomach flutter when you caught Jungkook watching you undress. Shooting him a small smile, you busied yourself with turning on the shower and getting the temperature the way he liked it. 

“Better hurry up or you’ll be stuck with cold water,” you teased as you stepped in. The heat made your skin tingle, raising goosebumps across your arms and the hairs on your skin. 

Jungkook followed you soon after, keeping his eyes cast downward as you grabbed his biceps to switch places with him, allowing him the opportunity to stand beneath the water. 

 You grabbed his shampoo, squirting some into your palm. Jungkook leaned out of the water just enough to open his eyes and cock his eyebrow at you. 

“That one’s mine.” 

“I know,” you said with a small smile. “Come here.” 

Jungkook frowned, but you beckoned him fervently. Once he stood before you, you gestured for him to turn away from you and lean back a bit.

“Why?” he protested and obliged anyway. 

Rather than answer his question, you gently dug your fingers into his scalp, manipulating his beautiful hair as you massaged the shampoo into it. Jungkook let out a small gasp and attempted to turn, but you held his head firmly in solace. 

“Relax, baby.” You spoke softly. “Let me take care of you.” 

“You don’t have to. I’m too tall…” Jungkook mumbled, but you only hushed him. 

You dug your nails into his scalp just enough to make his skin tingle, dragging your fingers through his hair. You focused on applying more massaging pressure near his temples and the back of his head. Jungkook carried his stress there, often getting piercing headaches that hung around for days. Once you felt you’d worked shampoo through every strand, you instructed your boyfriend to rinse it out. 

He was so beautiful with water slipping down his chest and soft tummy, following wet paths to his hips and tumbling past his thighs. He was a bit paler than usual, but that was expected when he worked tirelessly on a new book, spending little time outside. But your favorite part of him to look at was his face. You loved the little dented scar on his check and the tiny freckles delicately placed around his face. You loved his bambi eyes that now stared at you in confusion, his perfect pink lips parted in an open-mouth pout. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” His cheeks flushed pink and you weren’t sure if it was due to the hot water or embarrassment. 

Probably a mix of both. 

“You’re beautiful, that’s why,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders and your eyes crinkled in a smile. “Conditioner now.” 

Jungkook’s eyes found the floor again, and he reluctantly turned again. “You don’t have to lie.” 

You didn’t mean to grip his hair so hard he let out a small whimper, but his comment made your stomach twist. “I’m not lying. Why would I be lying?” 

A shrug. A small huff of annoyance. 

“I’m different now.” 

You tugged on his hair again. Softer this time, but enough to get his attention. “We’re meant to change. That’s what being human is all about. What does staying the same do for us?” 

He twisted around to dip his head into the stream of water, hands running through his hair. While he was preoccupied, you reached for your washcloth and bodywash. 

“You know I love you always, right? I don’t care what you look like.” You rubbed soap suds across Jungkook’s shoulders. “But I do love the way you look. I love your strong shoulders that hold me up at concerts when I can’t see.” A trail of soap suds weaved along his torso. “I love cuddling up with your chest when we sleep. And I love giving your tummy kisses.” You looped back up to wash his hips and sides. “I love your entire body for keeping you safe, for keeping you healthy. For keeping you alive so I can love you with my whole body and soul. 

Jungkook leaned into every one of your touches, his body soft and pliable beneath you. It wasn’t possible for you to tell that he was crying; he managed to keep a straight face and the water washed away his tears. The only indication was the way his shoulder shuddered when he pulled you into a hug. Your bodies pressed flush against each other, your skin slippery from the remaining soap on his skin. You looped your arms around each other’s waists and you let Jungkook smother his face into your neck while he shook in your arms. 

“It’s so hard.” His words were muffled against your skin. 

“I wish you could see yourself the way I do, baby.” You rubbed circles into his lower back and pressed your fingers to massage his muscles. “You’re incredible. Forget looks for a second, okay? You are so intelligent, and creative, and different in the best way. And you’re kind and thoughtful. The sweetest soul.” 

Jungkook’s grip on you tightened and his shaking subsided. 

“You bring all that out of me,” he said softly, pulling away to face you eye to eye for the first time that morning. 

“So listen to me.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his chest. “Believe me.” 

Jungkook nodded with a hint of a smile dancing across his face. It would take time; you both knew that. You both also knew that you had each other, no matter the changes or time passed. 

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