#BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY NOT EVEN A Y EAR OLD BUT SO BIG AND HE JUST STARTED CRAWLING THIS PAST FRIDAY!!!

[fishfingersandscarves]

BEHOLD!!!! MY NEPHEW!!!

[reidsdimples]

Accidental Baby Genius | Part 2

Based on the request from part 1

You tell Spencer about his child, years later.

Fluff/angst/no smut 🖤 🧸

Enjoy some AI renderings of Reid’s son 🫶🏻

3.5 Years later

“Mommy!” Your son raises his arms when you walk in the door. He hugs you tight around the neck.

“Roman,” you sigh and hold him for a minute. You push away the gnawing realization that’s been plaguing you for months.

He looks up at you with big brown eyes and sweeps his wavy brown locks from his face. You put your hand in his hair and mess it all up again and he laughs. Even his laugh- the way his face contorts- it’s so achingly familiar.

The cut of his jaw as he approaches three years old is becoming more pronounced. You can’t unsee it in him, Spencer Reid is his father. And if his looks weren’t enough of a convincer-

“Rome read me three Dr Seuss books and The Very Hungry Caterpillar today,” your sister informs you,

“Four!” He pouts.

Your two year old was reading at a fucking first grade level if not higher. You sigh, in awe of him.

A familiar heartache seizes you. Spencer has no idea that this amazing little boy is his son.

“I think it’s time,” you shake your head and inform your sister.

“I think so too,” she agrees.

Roman as back to his spot on the floor, building a Lego set of the Star Wars star destroyer which is huge and you can’t figure out how to build. But he’s over half done and you can watch him move around and articulate how to do it all day long.

You noticed about a week ago that he’s started to lick his bottom lip when he’s thinking, or bite it when he’s nervous. It’s not a trait he got from you.

In fact the only thing he seemed to get from you was his nose and ears but the jury was still out on that one. It’s like you birthed a mini Spencer Reid.

“Hey Romi,” you call him by his nickname and wave him over.

“Do you remember how you asked me about your dad?”

“Uhuhh,” he uses his palm to brush his hair back with his hands which are too big for him.

“How would you like to meet him?” He turns in your arms and lights up.

“Does he like reading?”

“He does,” you answer and fight back tears.

“What about counting, because I can count all the way to five thousand,” he starts talking faster when he’s excited.

“I think so,” you caress his small face and kiss his forehead.

—

“I didn’t know if this was still your number,” you say when Spencer answers his phone.

“I’ve had it for years, what’s up?” He seems distracted and you don’t want to do this over the phone.

“Can we talk… in person,” you ask.

“Sure?” He hasn’t spoken to you since about a month after you left the team so abruptly.

“How’s lunch tomorrow?” You ask.

“I thought you moved?” He presses.

“My sister and I moved to DC last month, I’m working at the pentagon now,” you inform him.

“Wow, okay,” you hear shuffling in the background. “Let’s do pizza, you still like Ray’s?” He asks because you two ate there all the time.

“Yeah, how about 1230?”

“Sounds good, see you then,” he hangs up.

Your sister takes your shaking hand but you calm yourself by looking at your beautiful boy.

You think Spencer will want to be a dad, you think he’s mentioned it before. Especially with how absent his father was. But you’re nervous and unsure. He would have every right to be angry with you, Roman was almost three. But it’s better late than never right?

-

“Spencer,” you beam nervously and he hugs you. He seems taller, his hair seems curlier, and he’s got some facial hair. He looks… matured. You wonder what he’s been through, what he’s seen with the BAU since you last saw him.

“Y/N, how are you?” He asks.

“Good, I’m good,” you guys sit outside and make idle chat about work.

You fall into easy conversation over pepperoni pizza and he laughs about some joke your coworker made about Aristotle.

“You said you needed to talk to me?” He crosses his legs and pushes his hair back with his palm(just like Roman does.)

“Spencer…” you shake your head and look down at your lap. Your throat tightens and it all comes down to this moment.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He leans forward and drops his pizza.

“I’m so sorry,” you don’t expect to cry but you do. He drags the metal outdoor chair closer to you and touches your shoulder:

“Sorry for what? What’s going on?” He seems worried.

“I didn’t just leave the BAU for a new position,” you sigh and wipe your eyes. You turn in your chair towards him and pull your knees to your chest.

His brows are furrowed, full and dark just like your sons.

“I got pregnant,” you huff out a shaky breath.

He slides his chair back. You can’t look at him.

“What are you saying?” His voice is low.

“This is Roman,” you slide your phone across the table towards him. Your lock screen is a picture of your son staring at the camera as though he’s far beyond his years.

Spencer inspects it, his eyes scanning the photo frantically.

“That- he…” and then a tear falls down his face. “Do you have more pictures?”

You take your phone and give him your camera roll.

He swipes for a while, he’s biting his lip, his eyes bloodshot.

“He looks just like me,” he whispers a broken whisper and sits back down.

“I know,” you can hardly speak.

“How long have you known he was mine?” He doesn’t sound angry, just… sad.

“I’ve suspected it for a while, he started talking a year ago and… he’s just so smart. Sickeningly so…”

“He could talk at 1?”

“Spencer he can read books and do math at 2 and a half. I could kid myself on his looks for the first year or so of his life but…” you grab his hand and squeeze. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why did you leave? Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” He asks and looks up at you.

“Because… you had just lost Maeve and there was a chance that the baby wouldn’t be yours and I didn’t want to make things harder on you,” you sniffle.

He rubs at his eye like he used to do when he got a headache.

“Why tell me now?” He asks.

“He asks about his daddy. And now that I know for a fact who that is… you deserve to know.”

“Daddy,” he whispers and his voice cracks as he looks at a photo of Roman as a baby baby.

“He’s even wearing…” he points at the picture.

“My sister was trying to make a point,” you smile softly.

He laughs a little at that.

“Do you want to meet him? You don’t have to. You never have to…”

“Of course I do,” he stops you.

“I don’t want anything from you. That’s not why I’m telling you this,” you assure him. “You can be as involved or not involved as you want.”

“Y/N, he’s my son. I want him to know me and I want to know him,” now he’s squeezing your hand. You nod, you’re relieved.

——

“Okay, are you ready?” You ask your son the next day.

“Yes!” He holds up his toy train that he brought his dad to the park.

You spot Spencer at a picnic table in the shade and pick up your son. The wind blows his hair around as you approach. Spencer stands, his eyes lighting up as he beholds Roman.

“Spencer Reid, this is Roman Jacob Reid,” you say proudly.

“Hi,” he smiles and waves at Roman who you stand on the table.

“I got you a train. It has my name on it, see. R-O-M-A-N,” he points at the letters. Spencer lets out an amazed huff and takes the red engine.

“It’s perfect!” He exaggerates.

“I’m changing his last name tomorrow,” you whisper to Spencer. “If that’s okay.”

“That would be amazing,” he smiles down at you.

“Okay stand back,” Roman pushes Spencer away from the table. “I’m going to show mommy that you’re strong because I’m strong and if I’m a superhero you’re a superhero!”

Spencer glances at you and has no idea what he means but then Roman jumps off of the table towards Spencer in a giant leap with a howling laugh. Spencer doesn’t miss a beat and catches him swiftly with the biggest smile of his face.

“See mommy! Strong! Now I know he’s my daddy for sure!” Roman exclaims.

“Romi be gentle with him,” you warn.

“Romi,” Spencer whispers as he tries out the nickname.

“Mommy says you’re a special agent, are you a spy? Like double oh seven?” Roman asks absentmindedly as he places the train into Spencer’s shoulder and moves it back and forth. He’s sitting on the table in front of his dad who looks like the world just fell in his lap. Your heart feels so full.

“Maybe, what do you know about 007?” He grins at his son.

“Some stuff,” he shrugs.

“I do know magic,” Spencer informs him.

“But magic isn’t real!” Roman swats his dad’s chest.

“No?” Spencer pinches Romans ear. “So you always have a quarter in there?”

“Woah!” Roman stands on the table in awe. “Do it again!”

“What about this? Is this yours?” He reaches towards his other ear and brings out a lollipop.

“It is now,” he giggles and snatches it. “Thank you,” he hugs Spencer around the neck.

Spencer looks at you and you’ve never seen him like this. He seems content, amazed, like he’s finally found a puzzle he can’t solve. You’re hugging Roman’s stuffed bear to your chest as you watch them.

“Thank you,” Spencer whispers to you and hugs Roman again. “Now let’s go get some ice cream,” Spencer says.

“Uh-oh you said the magic word,” you taunt as Roman squeals in excitement.

“I wanna be on your back,” Roman tells Spencer who obliges. He wraps his arms around Spencer’s neck, his legs around his waist while Spencer supports his legs.

He follows you to the ice cream shop across from the park. You think for the first time in a while, that everything just might be okay.

“Would it be weird for me to thank you?” You ask Spencer.

“Thank me for what?” He asks and licks his ice cream cone. Roman is in your lap, gently picking singular sprinkles off of his ice cream and eating them first. Like always.

“For him,” you hug him gently and kiss his head. Roman doesn’t react, too lost in his ice cream.

“You carried him, birth him, and raised him on your own until now. I should be thanking you. You’re incredible,” he stares into your eyes. Your heart skips a beat and you look away.

“Let’s just say we’re both grateful for him,” you smile. “I never knew, where you stood on children. If you ever wanted them.”

“Children bring such a light into our lives, especially people like us who work in the dark all of the times they remind us of wonder and innocence and show us compassion and patience. In their presence we are given the opportunity to rediscover the joy in simple moments, the thrill of exploration, and the power of unconditional love. I’ve always wanted children,” he explains.

You don’t know why you had any doubts about him.

“Well, they can be trying too,” you look down at your perfect child. “So I hear,” you shrug and both of you laugh.

[shinestarhwaa]

Waterfall / C.S

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Husband!San x Fem reader

Word count: 1,8k

Warnings/tags: newlyweds, husband!san, honeymoon, pool sex, unprotected sex, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, hand job, mild breast/nipple play, semi-public sex, cumplay, squirting, talking about making a baby

After seeing this clip on Instagram I had to write a pool sex smut for Sannie, oop-

Tagging @a-soft-hornytiny to go down with me

ENJOY!

Your wedding had only been three days ago, yet you felt like you were husband and wife for years. It had always been that way, easy. When you met San, almost four years ago, he was still a twenty year old boy.

His voice still quite high, very playful and loving. It didn't take long for the two of you to fall in love. Your personality and energy matched his, and he cared for you.

When you were sick he'd take the train all across Seoul to your home to bring you soup. When it was Summer he'd plan all kinds of dates, often meaning you two would go swimming.

Growing up in Namhae, an island in the South of the country, he's always loved water. Even if it was just sitting beside the water, he'd feel peaceful and calm.

Now it's four years later, and you married the boy, who turned into a beautiful and sophisticated man. Some people disagreed with your marriage, saying you had married too quickly, and some people tended to misjudge his character. But you knew inside the handsome shell there was a warm heart.

While you thought about his kind nature, you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. San sat down next to you on the edge of the pool, two glasses with champagne in his hands. He smiled sweetly, revealing his charming dimple.

''What are you thinking about, honey?'' he asked as he handed you a glass. ''Just how much I'm in love with you. I made the right decision marrying you,'' you smiled, sipping the champagne.

It was mid March and you were at a hotel in Thailand for your honeymoon. San had almost begged you to get a private pool on your stay, so he was pleased to know your room was at the highest floor of the hotel, with a pool on the large balcony where you could look over the entire city.

San was over the moon to be with you, unable to believe you're actually his wife now. He smiled at you, admiring the way your red bikini flattered your body shape.

After finishing his champagne, he took off the black tanktop he was wearing and let himself sink into the water.

''It's so nice, my love, it's like a big jacuzzi,'' he smiled. You grinned at him, still drinking your champagne. You watched him for a while, just swimming around, seeing him enjoy the water.

You shotted the last bit of your drink before letting yourself sink into the water as well, feeling the warm water hug your body. You swam towards him, but he smirked and you knew he'd just swim to the other side of the pool to tease you.

''San-ah~'' you whined, ''stay still!'' you laughed. He grinned and stopped swimming away. He stilled in the middle of the pool, where you met him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss on his temple.

''I love you, sweetheart,'' he whispered in your ear, ''and I want the whole world to know.''

''Then why did you whisper?'' you grinned, teasing him. San laughed and rolled his eyes.

''I love my Y/N!'' San yelled into the far distance. You quickly put your hand over his mouth, laughing. ''Shut up, San, you're loud.''

''As if you don't like that,'' he winked, causing you to smirk.

San had a very high libido, which resulted in you two having sex at least five days a week usually, and most days it wasn't just once. It was hard to keep up with him at first. You had never expected your sweet boy to be so horny.

As the two of you got older you kept exploring each other and found each other's turn on's. The way he turned from a more lean boy into the muscular man he is now made you weak. He now lifts you with ease, holds you still with ease and there's no way you could beat him strength-wise.

You snapped back in reality when you felt San's wet lips and tongue in your neck, causing you to moan his name. He brought the two of you closer to the edge, so you could hold onto the poolstairs. You wrapped your legs around his hips tightly, hoping to stay above water properly.

He slipped his fingers between your legs, rubbing your clothed core. You whined softly, being sensitive to his touch. He slid your bikini bottom to the side and slowly entered your pussy with 2 fingers.

Countless of times you two had been in the water together, feeling each other up. But tonight, as a married couple, with the light of the moon and the stars and the burning torches it felt special. You'd remember the feeling of his fingers in your cunt forever.

His pace was quick and he knew just how to hit your sweet spots. You tried to stay quiet, knowing there would be people who could hear you, but San was lapping at your clothed nipples and you felt yourself going insane. You couldn't help but let a moan slip from your lips.

''You're so pretty, my love, so perfect for me,'' he whispered in your ear, causing goosebumps to show up on your skin.

He undid the clasp of your top, letting it fall into the water. He licked and sucked at your bare breasts. San seemed to be so eager to have them in his mouth. You thought you'd faint at the sight of him groaning with his mouth full of your boob.

''I need your cock, San,'' you begged, not being able to hold back anymore. Your nails clawed in his back as he fucked three fingers into you.

''Yeah? You need my cock?''

''Yes, San, I need your cock.''

''You need my cock to fill your fucking pussy?''

You thought your lungs would give out, the way he'd speak to you every time you had sex. He was pure filth and you loved it.

He yanked both your bottoms off, nearly ripping them causing you to curse under your breath. ''Those aren't cheap, San,'' you warned him.

''Shut up,'' he said before sinking you down on his hard cock. ''Just take my cock, hm? Like a good girl, my good wife, hm?''

''Yes, yes, I'll take your cock,'' you moaned as he pushed himself deeper inside your hole. ''You better.''

San pushed you against the wall of the pool and you swore you scratched your back against the tiles, but with his length inside you, you couldn't care less at the moment.

You wrapped your legs around his waist so tight, causing him to smirk. He held your hips as he moved you on his dick. The water made it a heavy job, but San loved a challenge.

Your moans grew louder with every thrust, and you felt as if your bodies were colliding in the most passionate and sinful way in the silver moonlight.

Your breasts bounced lightly, splashing the warm water on his chest. He took your right nipple in his mouth, giving it a harsh suck.

''San! O-oh god, I'm close,'' you moaned. San picked up his pace, feeling you clench around him.

''Ah! A-ah, ah, San, yes, San, San!''

Groans and whines fell off your lips while you moaned his name like a mantra, feeling posessed by his love spell.

''Oh San, I'm coming, I'm coming!''

''That's it, baby, cum on my cock, tell the world who's fucking you so good,'' he groaned.

''Yes, San! Y-you, San!'' you moaned.

It took a few more thrusts for you to unravel in his arms, coming on his pulsating cock. He pulled out of you before he could cum, stopping his own orgasm.

You whined at the familiar sensation, still sensitive from your high just a minute ago.

He smirked and rubbed your clit with his thumb, causing you to whine. San kissed your head and laid you on the edge of the pool.

He climbed out of the water and hovered above you, pushing his cock inside you again.

San moved fast and quick, panting heavily now himself. He fucked you deep and hard, your eyes rolling back out of pleasure.

''You're taking my cock so well, baby, do you think you can cum on my fucking cock again? Coat it with your cum so fucking beautifully? Show me how good you are? Hm? Fuck baby,'' he cursed.

''Yes, I'm gonna cum!''

He nearly made you scream with how hard he fucked you, his knee scraping on the tile. It was worth it. Anything to see you come undone on him.

Only a minute later you felt yourself climax on his dick, sending yourself in a heavenly headspace. Your body shook around him, your nails digging in his shoulders as you squirted all over his lower body.

San smirked, his tongue darting out his mouth to lick his lips. He slowly rode out your orgasm and pulled out of your sopping cunt.

''Such a good girl, squirting all over me like a fucking waterfall,'' he groaned.

He brought himself closer to your chest, dick standing proud against his muscular stomach.

''Gonna take care of me now hm? Look at that... My hard cock with all your arousal and squirt still on it... You like that?''

''Fucking love it, San, I fucking love it!''

You spat in your hand and pumped it over his dick, making sure he was well covered before you started to jerk him off.

He groaned loudly, throwing his head back. By the way he was panting and the way his chest moved you knew he was close, and you opened your mouth.

''Cum for me, Sannie, give me all your cum,'' you begged.

Before he could say anything, San spurted his cum all over your chest and your mouth. You licked your lips as you milked him dry, getting all of his sperm out.

You panted heavily when he started licking the cum off your body, gathering it all with his tongue, which he then slid into your mouth.

You felt the cum coat your tongues while they swirled against each other.

''Swallow,'' San ordered when he pulled back from you. You gulped down the mixture of his cum and your combined saliva and closed your eyes.

After a while of laying on the cold tiles in your afterglow, he gently lifted you up and walked back into the hotel room. He put you down in the bathroom and wrapped a large sauna towel around the two of you and smiled.

''My perfect wife,'' he smiled, ''next time we'll make a baby,'' he teased.

You giggled at the thought and you wrapped your arms around his waist. ''That sounds nice, I'd like that.''

''It'll be perfect, sweetheart.''

[notjustjavierpena]

Oops, I accidentally sent the request before actually typing it, lol

Here we go again:

The family is away for summer vacation and reader bumps into an old high school boyfriend of hers at the beach while Javi is playing with the kids (making an adorable mess with sand castles), and he sees it at some distance and get super jealous about it, but only get to talk to her about it after dinner when the kids are asleep in their hotel room. Idk, something about that with obviously make up sex for reader to show him how much she’s all his and etc

Random thoughts, I know, but I’m sure you’ll be able to work magic with this

Sand

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: Hi hi hi, and so sorry for the wait. I hope this fulfils your heart’s desires, my friend. Thank you for following my work ❤️

Summary: You bump into your high school sweetheart on holiday and Javier is not a fan.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, jealousy, javi is whipped for reader, dirty talk, piv sex, rough sex, bit of roleplay, creampie, use of papi, possessiveness, aren’t they just the cutest?

Word count: 3.1k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51262198

Sand

Children’s laughter travels through the air to meet your ears along with the sound of a soft summer breeze, making you put down the book that you’ve been holding in your hands. It’s impossibly sunny hence why you’ve decided to hold up the book, shielding its pages from the rays, and the skin of your back glistens with sweat. There are seagulls in the air, busy noises from families around you, and the therapeutic push and pull of the waves.

Beside you, you have a glass of strawberry lemonade and in front of you, you have a view of your husband enthusiastically digging moats around the various sandcastles that have been scattered across your chosen spot on the beach. You feel refreshed and relaxed; just how you’re supposed to feel on your vacation during the hottest days of summer. 

It had been Javier’s idea to go away for a week to your hometown. You are thankful for his suggestion because you would never have voiced your wish for a break out loud yet he had sensed it despite your silence. 

You’ve visited your parents, yes, but the majority of days have been spent on the beach where you’ve gotten some quality time with yourself. Javier has managed to tire out both of your kids with endless activities, and the evenings have been filled with long, slow kisses on the hotel room balcony. You have hoped for more but a shared hotel room means that you will have to keep everything PG-13.

“Look, Mommy!” 

Your thoughts are interrupted by Inés’ excited shout. She has placed seashells on the biggest of the sandcastles’ walls, making them imitate grand windows. 

“They’re beautiful, baby,” you praise adoringly. 

Lucas is by the shore with a bucket, filling it with water for the moats. He beams at you when he returns, and you smile right back at your beautiful boy. 

“Remind Papá to take a picture of you when you’re finished,” you say loudly for Javier to hear as well. He looks back at you, grinning with genuine joy and happiness but you’re too busy staring at his happy trail just above the hem of his bathing shorts. He notices.

“What’re you looking at?” He winks.

“Nothing,” you say back and shoo him, holding up your book for show, “Go keep an eye on your offspring, Dad. I’m very busy.”

The day continues. You manage to go through a few more chapters, occasionally watching Javier over the top of your book as he is enjoying himself. 

And then it is late afternoon but the sun is nowhere near descending yet. You are interrupted in your reading by a shadow above you, and you don’t manage to catch yourself as you automatically tell Javier off, “Honey. You’re standing right in front of the great big reading lamp in the sky.”

The shadow laughs and then you realize it isn’t your husband. You look up to stare at a familiar face anyhow, and your face grows hot. With quick motions, you put your book down and push yourself to stand.

“Jonathan!” You exclaim in what you hope is a calm and collected voice. You know it is a possibility, being in your hometown, that you run into your high school ex-boyfriend but it still catches you off guard. 

“You mean ‘honey’ right?” Jonathan jokes. You laugh politely and awkwardly, and despite the ring on his finger, Jonathan doesn’t seem to back down. He hugs you, splaying his large palm on your back - right under where your bikini top sits. 

Afterward, he gives you a once over with his eyes, and out of the corner of your eye, you spot Javier glancing in your direction. 

“God, you look well,” Jonathan continues, “Still in Laredo?”

“Still in Laredo,” you confirm, curling your toes into the warm sand. Jonathan looks almost exactly the same; blond, wide-eyed, and pale. He still sports a t-shirt with a print of a ‘70s band logo on the front that you remember him buying when it was cool. 

You realize that you haven’t done anything to make conversation, quickly adding, “And you? You haven’t aged a day.”

“Never escaped, teachin’ at our old school,” he shrugs. He eyes Inés and Lucas but only briefly, turning back to you when he realizes that you are here with a man too. Javier is throwing daggers his way but for once, he has no intention of interrupting which is fair since he would have to leave his children unattended for the time it took to play macho. 

“Course you are,” you smile genuinely. It suits him perfectly to be one of the people who keep the cycle of the quiet town alive, even if it is by simply replacing your old teachers, “And the ring? I couldn’t help but notice that we’re both married.”

Jonathan tells you briefly about his wife and kids. You don’t actually care, but he lights up as he speaks about his two daughters and that’s the most important thing in this whole conversation. He has a dreamy look in his eyes as he finishes, “And to think we thought it would be us.”

By instinct, you reach out to touch his arm and then you giggle softly because the image of the two of you getting old together is absurd. You have everything you need in Javier Peña… Who is fuming without you noticing.

You hug Jonathan goodbye and the rest of the afternoon is suspiciously quiet. 

*

Inés and Lucas fall asleep quickly, exhausted from the amount of fresh air they’ve breathed in today. Outside the sky is turning rose-colored from the evening catching up on you; the sunset will be long and beautiful. But you don’t want beauty with how much tension is between the two of you. 

You are brushing your teeth side-by-side in the hotel bathroom. It’s been a tight-lipped dinner. You honestly just want to go to sleep so you can start over tomorrow. 

Javier finishes brushing his teeth first. He waits for you, looking like someone who is contemplating whether to say something or not.

You finish brushing your own teeth just as he finally makes a decision, off-handedly throwing a remark at you.

“You sure were friendly with Jonathan earlier,” he says simply.

You let out a long sigh, stepping away from the sink after putting away your toothbrush, “Jesus, Javi, I knew this would happen.”

“What?” He leans against the sink.

“You don’t have to act like a fucking… I don’t know. It is every damn time a guy even looks at me - and it’s just not very attractive,” you are exhausted. 

“Excuse me for liking you to myself,” he looks away, “I like having you alone.”

You decide on something at that moment. 

“You already have me. Don’t you know?” You ask in a voice close to a purr. Javier raises a brow in annoyance, but you don’t give in to a fight so easily. Instead, you go to close and lock the bathroom door.

“Know what?” He asks impatiently.

“That you’re the only one?” You watch him standing against the sink counter. He doesn’t look as annoyed after those words but he still isn’t overly impressed with your actions earlier. There’s no way that he doesn’t know what clicking the lock means though. If only he knew the power you have over him, the power that you’re soon to make a display of. 

You cross the room to stand in front of him. You tilt your chin upwards to look up at his face but his eyes stray from yours the second you catch them. He can get so pissy sometimes, a part of the game, but you’ll take the challenge especially when you haven’t had his cock inside of you for a week. At this point, your core aches for him. 

Gently, you put two fingers under his chin and pull it down towards his chest so he is forced to look at you. Your smile is sweet as honey, “Thoughts of you keep me up all night sometimes. Hot and bothered, legs barely knowing what to do.”

There’s a pause where you can only hear his breathing matching yours. His pupils have blown wider, signaling desire for you. 

“What do you think of?” He finally gives in. 

“I think about all the ways you turn me on,” you tap his chin but then let your hand go down. It skims down his bare chest and over each ripple of muscle that quivers with each touch. 

“Yeah?” He murmurs. His eyes flick down between the two of you for less than a second when your hand hovers over his happy trail. The second you catch him doing it, your own eyes follow suit. It’s too hot to wear his usual pajama bottoms, so it’s so easy to spot that he is hard already, showing off the outline of his dick in his gray briefs. There’s a stain of precome. 

“Yeah, baby,” you don’t even hesitate, reaching down to palm the length of him. His breath hitches in his throat the second he is touched, and your voice lowers to a whisper, “All I do is fantasize about you. The way you kiss, the way you touch me, and mmm, the way you fuck me.”

“Mhm,” he hums softly in the way men do when they don’t really know what to say during their current state of mind. You have him scatterbrained with your touch, a moan falling from his lips and replacing the hum when you snake your hand into his underwear, wrapping your fingers around his cock to stroke him lazily. 

“You like this?” You ask but don’t give him time to answer since you tighten your fist around his girth. He forces a nod and you lean up to kiss his lips teasingly soft, “You really think I would ever touch another man like this? There’s no way. No comparison to how you look when I do it.”

“Go on and I might forgive the eyes you were sending him,” he tells you with a hint of edge in his voice. He sounds more desperate than confident, more wanting than he might want to let on. It fills you with self-satisfaction because you know that what you are saying about him goes for you too; you’ve ruined everyone else for each other. 

“I told you I was doing no such thing,” you reply. He pulses in your hand, precome sliding down over your knuckles when you make your fist a tighter fit, reminding him of what waits between your legs. You go a little faster, and Javier’s breathing speeds up. 

“Liar,” he challenges raggedly. 

“As if he could ever make me come as hard as you,” you egg him on, patiently waiting for him to lose control with you, “There’s only you, Papí.”

That seems to do something. Javier yanks your hand away, and you know the strength behind the action because he breathes the same way that he breathes when teetering on the edge of release. He has stopped himself but it’s only to enter your personal space more than you even thought possible.

He grabs at your hips almost violently, steers you backwards a few paces so he can flip the positions. Now, you are the one against the sink counter and it gnaws painfully into the small of your back. There’s an air of consideration for a moment as he checks in on you during the beginning of what can be regarded as playing with each other. You give him a dirty look, a small nod and he smirks back.

“Javi,” you mumble in fake confusion, reaching up to put your hands on his chest but you don’t get to do much because one of Javier’s hands comes up to catch one wrist after the other. It’s so easy for him to do, both because of his job and his physical superiority. 

He twists your hands behind your back and roughly shoves you down over the sink. He lowers his voice as he speaks, “You’re not gonna wake up anyone, are we clear?” 

“We’re clear,” you promise, finding his eyes in the mirror. If he touches you now, he’ll find you wetter than you have been in a long while. What is it about holidays and hotel rooms? Mixed with not having been able to touch each other since you have arrived here, it is a dangerous combination. 

“Te deseo mucho, amor,” he says softly and out of character. 

“I love you,” you reply. 

He dives back into the scenario. His other hand tugs at your cotton shorts, dragging them over the curve of your ass and down your long legs. You step out of them as soon as they lay around your feet. 

“I’m gonna let go,” he says and shakes your hands in his grip to indicate what he is talking about, “But only so you can cover your mouth for me and I can get out of these fucking underpants.”

He does as he said he would. You move to prop yourself up on your elbows, neck already having strained from the mere moments you’ve had to feel the cold porcelain against your chest.

Behind you, there’s shuffling. You cover your mouth as he enters you swiftly, jerking forward at the intrusion that has you panting damply into your palm. He fills you to the brim, stretches your cunt as only he can, and then he fucks you - hard, rough, and fast.

Your head spins, your knees bang against the cabinet’s front, and you try to strain the muscles in your legs so they don’t. He knows the ticking bomb that is your children sleeping soundly in the room next door, but he cannot help himself as he drives into you. He leans over you. 

“No one but me,” he growls lowly, “This little cunt belongs to no one else. She gets red and puffy for me, no? Filled up with only my come.”

“Sí,” you practically sing out but then quickly cover your mouth. He gets rougher with you then, each snap of his hips a reminder of how only he can make you feel like this. He is getting exactly what he wants, and he has you a moaning mess soon after. 

Your first orgasm tears through you after a rough pounding of your g-spot, sending shockwaves down your spine to burn at the base and throwing your upper body forward with such a force that you nearly lose touch with the floor, standing only on your toes as you clamp rhythmically down on Javier’s cock.

“That’s it,” he praises quietly, not relenting, “You can do one more, can’t you? Gotta remind you who makes you feel this good.” 

You nod through sobs. More, more, more.

Suddenly, he leaves you empty. The feeling has you on edge, makes you look at him over your shoulder because gaining eye contact in the mirror is somehow not good enough for the look of betrayal you want to give him. He takes a step back from you whilst panting frantically, gesturing to you by drawing a circle in the air, “Turn around.”

You straighten without thinking and flip around, so you are positioned as you were at the beginning of this. He seizes your hips, hands going down your thighs to grab at them and lift you up onto the edge of the counter. 

Your hand clasps around the back of his neck. He lifts your legs up to settle them around his waist, and then he guides himself back into you and continues fucking you with a force that has you lifting your free hand up behind you to brace yourself against the mirror. 

“Javi,” you whimper repeatedly, clutching at the curls at the base of his skull. He had wanted to cut it before summer came, but you are so glad that he did not. 

“Shh,” he soothes your growing cries and you know that he’ll make you come again soon, “Be quiet for me, baby.”

You don’t think he is quiet enough himself to demand such a thing from you. His stamina has always impressed you, but it’s the sound of his breaths that tears your own from your chest. Alongside the hungry eyes that bore into you, you don’t think that it’ll take long for this to reach its peak for both of you.

“I can’t,” you stutter a little more high-pitched than you intended.

“You have to,” he says with a hint of sternness but he cannot keep it up. Especially not, when he has to take the consequences of reaching down between your legs to thumb at your clit. 

You come so fast that you don’t even have time to warn him, and you cry. So loudly that he needs to kiss you to swallow the sound of you reaching your second, over-sensitive high. 

You throw your arms around him as he chases his own peak, whimpering at the hard thrusts he is giving you to reach his end. You hear him let out a drawn-out fuuuck as he spills inside of you. He pulses, settling deep inside you. He kisses you lazily. 

Everything goes quiet except for your shared breathing. You want to say something to finish the argument that almost never took place but a knock is heard on the locked bathroom door.

You freeze. Javier pulls out of you. The bathroom counter is a mess. 

“Mommy?” Inés’ little voice sounds anxious. You figure that it’s far from nice to find your parents’ bed empty on holiday.

“Just a second,” you say with a weak voice. 

“We’ll be right there, mí vida,” Javier says as well.

“What are you doing? Why is Mommy crying?” You hear her ask and Javier’s face twists in surprise for a moment before he starts laughing, burying his head in your neck as he holds you close. You slap his shoulder. 

“I’m not crying, baby,” you reassure. With a glare that’s anything but actually angry, you push Javier away from you to get cleaned up. 

“I have to pee,” Inés continues with a hesitant tone to her voice. 

Javier kisses you one last time, and you draw it out for a few more seconds than you have time for. It’s still romantic despite you holding a hotel towel between your legs. 

“One moment, mija,” Javier says and gets dressed in his briefs. He waits for you to dress too.

When you walk towards the door, he smacks your ass and you whip around to slap his hand away. There’s a grin on your face though, “Dog.”

“Go to bed, I’ll take her,” he just says.

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[goldengleams]

Could I request “it was love at first sight” with our boy Jamie ❤️

baby mine | j. drysdale

you ask for more jamie, your wish is granted!! here’s something cute that i wrote, enjoy!

You bustled around your house, fixing decorations and pulling balloons behind you. Lila, your daughter, was turning one and you were setting up the party at your house for both yours and Jamie’s families, friends, and teammates.

“Jamie, is she dressed?” No sooner did you ask that Jamie and Lila came around the corner to the kitchen. Lila was dressed in an adorable pink little dress and Jamie had on a pink striped t-shirt to match.

“Got her birthday outfit on!” Jamie smiled as Lila clapped her hands and squealed in his arms.

You couldn’t help but smile. Even though you still had lots to do, your little family always made you so happy.

You blew a few kisses towards Lila. “There’s my big girl, my beautiful one year old!” Lila babbled in response. You and Jamie both laughed and shared a kiss. You went to pull away but Jamie wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you close to him.

“There’s my gorgeous wife,” he whispered in your ear. You felt chills run down your spine from the compliment.

“There’s my handsome husband,” you giggled. Lila picked up on your sensual moment with Jamie and started to whine in protest. They weren’t kidding when they said daughters didn’t like when their dads showed anyone attention.

“And there’s our lovely Lila,” Jamie laughed. You couldn’t help but take in how much Lila looked like Jamie. Her dark hair contrasted against her big blue eyes and she smiled just like her dad.

You turned back to start cutting up some more food for the party. “I think your parents will be here soon, J, so we’ve gotta make sure the guest room is all set for them.” Jamie watched you pull more food out of the fridge, but he couldn’t move. He had been thinking of an idea for a while, but hadn’t found the right time to tell you.

You tilted your head in confusion as Jamie stood near the counter, Lila wriggling in his arms. “Earth to Jamie, can you go get the room ready? I think there’s some extra towels in the closet-”

“We should change it into a big girl room for Lila.”

Jamie’s words were said so definitively that you couldn’t help but look at him. “She won’t need a different bed for a while, we don’t have to worry about that yet.”

“Not unless we have another baby…”

Now, you were amused. “Is this some sort of reverse psychology experiment or something? Because I’m not pregnant, Jamie.”

“No, I know,” he mumbled, coming up next to you after setting Lila down in her height chair. “But, I was thinking that Lila should have a sibling, and the guest room could become her room! It would be perfect, it’s got a bathroom for her and-”

“Jamie,” you said, grabbing his hands to stop him from gesturing around the kitchen to explain his master plan. “I love you, but can we get through celebrating Lila first?

Jamie sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, yeah I’m sorry. I was just thinking about last year, I guess.”

You closed your eyes, remembering what it was like one year ago in the hospital. After almost a day of suffering contractions, your little girl had arrived, kicking and screaming, into the world.

“You thinking about it too, Y/N?” Jamie asked. You nodded silently. Jamie’s hand came up to cup your cheek and you let out a shuddered breath.

“Best day of my life,” you whispered.

Jamie hummed in agreement. “Mine too. Meeting Li was love at first sight. Same with you.”

You let a few tears fall at Jamie’s statement, feeling yourself going all mushy at the thought of how your lives changed so much in a year.

“I love this little family so much, Y/N. There’s no one I’d rather do life with than you.”

[drewsbuzzcut]

jealous gf reader who doesn’t like drew friendship ( ? is it a friendship at this point ? ) between him and odessa due to her past relationship where her bf who cheats on her with his bff

Soft whines from the baby monitor bring you out of your deep sleep. Drew is crashed out next to you which was a surprise as he wasn’t home when you first went to bed.

“Drew,” you mumble while softly hitting his chest to wake him up.

It was his turn to attend to your daughter, Jolene. Your 2 year old had fallen sick the night before, so you were up all hours of the night trying to soothe her. Drew had been out the whole day. Doing who knows what. As said before, he wasn’t home when you finally were able to go to sleep- at 2 a.m.

You only hear him grunt in response, so you force yourself out of bed so you can make sure Jolene was doing as well as she could while being sick.

Upon entering your baby’s room, you see Jolene sitting up in her crib. She’s softly crying and rubbing at her eyes and ears. Your heart breaks for her. You wish you could take her place, and it takes a lot for you to not cry. The second you pick her up, shes clinging to you in every way she can. You can hear the mucus stuffed in her nose and the little whines she makes. She usually alerts you that shes hungry the minute she’s in your hold, and since she didn’t this time, you take her with you back to bed.

Jolene immediately crawls over to Drew, and you wanted to stop her from interrupting his sleep, but then you remembered that he’s her parent, too. He doesn’t get to not take care of her or show her attention. 

“Daddy, up,” Jolene says with her cute, little lisp. 

“Jo?” Drew’s raspy voice answers back. 

“Old me,” despite the forgotten ‘h’, Drew knew that she meant she wants to be held, so he’s quick to wrap her up in his arms while her head rests on his chest. 

It’s a beautiful sight; something you always miss seeing whenever Drew is away filming. 

“Is she sick?” Drew asks after hearing her snuffles. 

You have to resist the urge to scoff at his question when the answer is so obvious. He would’ve known if he had answered any of your calls from last night. 

“Can you feed her? I need to take a shower,” you ask, even though it wasn’t really a question. Before he could answer, you get up and hurry to the bathroom. 

You spend a much needed 30 minutes under the steaming water, and you even allow yourself to do your skincare routine. On your way to the kitchen, you hear the doorbell ring. You weren’t expecting someone, and you really didn’t what to have anyone over when you have a sick child to care for, but you still put a smile on your face to greet the unexpected visitor. 

When you see Odessa on the other side of the door, your smile falters just a bit. You were also taken aback as to why she was there. 

“Um… what are you doing here?” You question, attempting to hide your confusion as best as possible.

“Wanted to come by and see Drew.”

“You should’ve called or something. Now’s not really a good time,” you say. 

Before Odessa can respond, Drew appears, Jolene on his hip looking annoyed, and tells Odessa to come in. Part of you knew you shouldn’t make this into a big deal, but part of you also wanted to scream. Dealing with a sick child was a handful; a handful you will always be willing to handle, but that didn’t mean you wanted to play host at the same time. You have a hard time understanding why Drew would just let her in when things are hectic. 

In the kitchen/dining room area, Drew continues to feed Jo while Odessa finds herself something to drink. 

“Sorry for keeping him out so late, y/n,” Odessa chuckles. 

You and Drew freeze. 

You knew he was going out, but you didn’t know that he was going to be with her. When you had asked who he’d be with, he said that it might be some of the boys but wasn’t sure. You tried to come up with a quip, but your throat was dry and you were having a hard time not freaking out. 

Drew is looking at you; you could feels his eyes boring into your head, but you weren’t going to make eye contact with him. 

“I didn’t know you and Drew were together last night,” you mutter. 

“Mmm yeah just for the night. I met up with him and the guys at a bar, and then we went to my place to chill,” Odessa says nonchalantly. 

Your hands grip the kitchen counter and you have to take some deep breaths. You know your face is red- from anger and embarrassment. 

Drew must notice because he’s quick to give you some space. 

“Jo, want to go outside? Yeah! Ok let’s go; Odessa let’s go outside.”

When the back door closes, you have to stop yourself from breaking whatever object was around you. How could he spend practically all night with her, and have the nerve to not answer your calls. Especially because they had to do with how Jolene was feeling. You start to remember all the times that Drew had put Odessa first. He would either want to hang out with her instead of being home, or he’d show her something that he’d usually show you first. You didn’t allow it to bother you at first because you thought it was silly. You could laugh now just looking back at when Drew first introduced you to his best friend. She was too close for comfort. How could you have been so naive. 

You decide that you’re going to go outside and politely ask her to leave, so you could have the much dreaded talk with your boyfriend. The view in front of your eyes is enough to bring tears to the surface. Drew is running around with jo in his arms and Odessa is running after them. Then, Drew puts down your babygirl and Odessa is quick to tackle him to the ground. 

The sound of the back door shutting roughly breaks them out of their playful banter. Drew knows by the look in your eyes that he’s in trouble. He does the job for you and asks Odessa if she could leave. She does without hesitation, as if her purpose was to come and stir things up. 

You’re still siting outside when Drew comes back from locking up after Odessa left. You have Jolene in your arms, rocking her slowly. Your face is directly in the path of the sun, you hope it’ll soak up all of your tears. 

“So you could be with her until hours of the night, but you couldn’t find time to answer or return my calls?” You try to keep your voice steady. 

“We were just hanging out. I didn’t think the calls were that important. I’m sorry,” Drew whispers.

“Didn’t think they were important? You’re sorry? Wow. So, my 10 calls weren’t important enough. I was trying to tell you that I needed help because OUR daughter was sick and running a fever, but no you were busy shoving your head up Odessa’s ass,” you scoff out. 

“Calm down. I said I’m sorry. It was a mistake to ignore your calls, but you had stopped calling,” he tries to reason. 

“Of course I stopped calling! I knew that you wouldn’t pick up,” you reply. 

“Are you cheating on me? If you are, you need to tell me now! You know that I have dealt with that shit before with my ex. So tell me, are you cheating on me? Do you not love me anymore?!” You’re practically shouting now. You feel terrible because you never want to fight with Drew in front of Jolene, but you couldn’t hold it in any longer.  The tears running down your face are not stopping anytime soon, and it further breaks your heart when jo leans up and wipes the tears off your cheeks before snuggling into your chest. Your sobs only grow stronger when Drew is still silent. It’s like he wasn’t expecting you to ask him those questions.

“Why would you ask that? No, I’m not cheating on you. I do love you still, always,” he says sure of himself. 

“I see the way she hangs all over you. I see the way you go to each other for almost everything. I understand that she’s your best friend or whatever, but I was always your best friend. You always came to me for everything. You always wanted to be with me. Now we have a baby, and you don’t want to be around us,” you cry out, cheeks red and eyes swollen. 

“That’s not true,” Drew says, voice remaining calm. 

“That’s bullshit and you know it. You haven’t been around because you’re filming- which isn’t the problem because I know you’re doing it to support us, but when you’re not filming, you want to be with her.”

“Why are you so jealous. I don’t like her like that. She’s my friend.”

“Don’t I have a right to be jealous. Like I said, you always want to be with her. I know I’m not crazy. I know you have to have some kind of feelings for her. She’s great, trust me I get it. Look, for whatever reason you wont admit it, so this conversation will only go nowhere. I think it’s best if you stay somewhere else tonight. I can’t look at you right now, and that says a lot. And truth be told, I don’t know if we should stay together.”

Drew snaps his head up at your words. There’s worry written all over his face from the frown of his eyes brows to the tears trailing down his cheeks. 

“So what? I just leave our house and find somewhere else to live?” Drew whimpers out. He’s rubbing at his eyes and his lips are in a pout. He reminded you of how you found Jolene this morning. She had his every expression. If it weren’t for the tense situation, you’d kiss away his cute pout.

“No. We’ll leave. Just give me this week. I need to get jo a doctor’s appointment because I think she has an ear infection, but after that we will leave,” you say. 

“I don’t want you to leave with our daughter. I love you and Jolene. I want us to be here together as a family, and I want you to believe me when I say that I love you and will always love you, and that I never have and never will cheat on you,” he pleads. 

“Please, Drew. I need time. Jo is sick and I need to take care of her. If you want, I will let you know when her appointment is and you can join,” you say solemnly. 

“For the record, if it even matters at this point, I’m sorry for making you doubt everything. You’re my best friend. And Jolene is the love of my life, as well as you. I was wrong for a lot of things, and I will change it, but I need you to give me another shot. Please!” He’s sobbing now. 

“I don’t know, Drew. I said I need time to think, so please let me have that time. I love you. I want to believe you, so I need to figure out how to do that without being jealous and I just need to get myself together,” you explain. 

He nods and lets you know that he’s going to go inside and pack an overnight bag. 

He gives Jolene a lot of hugs and kisses, and promises her that he’ll see her soon. When he gets to you, he pulls you into a bone crushing hug. His head is rested in the crook of your neck, and he bites his tongue so that his cries are silent. 

“I love you, please always remember that,” he whispers in your ear and gives you a kiss on the cheek before he’s driving away from your home.  a/n: Hope whoever requested this enjoyed it as well as the rest of you!!

pt. 2 here

[daisybianca]

INSTAGRAM AU

Daniel Ricciardo

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yourusername our favorite uncle <3 their bond is so strong that they sometimes get confused and accidentally call him daddy🤣

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dannyricfp I've never seen an uncle being that hot to be honest bruh.

user72927 it's the curly hair for me.

dannyric3fanpage it's basically EVERYTHING for me. I swear to God this man is going to be the death of me.

danielricciardo I'm hot, I know.

landonorris why do people create fan pages of you? yikes man, that sucks.

danielricciardo as I said before, I'm hot.

danielricciardo so you're mad now that some 8 year old calls me daddy🤨

yourusername no I don't mind actually.

danielricciardo 🧢

user82929 I'd sell my parents to a bazaar if only they adopted me💀

user88190 AHAHA. FOR REAL. I believe that they would make SUCH good parents. My babies are authentic parents material.

landonorris @ yourusername @ danielricciardo I want to become an uncle.

danielricciardo so, you want us to have sex.

landonorris yes. please, film the process so we can be blessed with an original tutorial from a real goat 🐐🙏

yourusername oh shut up both of you😂

danielricciardo why, babe? basically EVERYONE has sex (Lando, I won't criticize. your comment because this will evolve into an online fist fight.)

yourusername no, not everyone. we don't.😔

danielricciardo 🤡keep telling yourself that shit, (y/n)🤡

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danielricciardo attended the tattoo artist this morning with a lady I bumped into just moments before the scheduled appointment.

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yourusername so I go by 'a lady I bumped into just moments before the schedule appointment' now??? I love my brand-new nickname🥰

danielricciardo I love you, a lady I bumped into just moments before the schedule appointment.

landonorris not funny.

user72828 STOP INTERRUPTING THEIR MOMENT. go buy some ice-cream, damn.

user62829 it's their best era and I'm SO here for it.

user12927 YES. YES. YES.

user72829 to have a Danny Ric in your life🥰

maxverstappen1 yes, extremely tiring, I know.

danielricciardo oh, you're still alive.

maxverstappen1 unfortunately, you happened to be very unlucky, buddy.

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yourusername damn, I don't have much to say about his human being. he's extraordinary and uniquely beautiful in his own way.🥺 happy birthday, my boy. keep making this cruel world and our lives a better and a safest place. I love you so much (even though you're sleeping and snoring like a baby pig, right next to me at the moment)❤️

lewishamilton wishing this big guy a very happy and blessing birthday🙏

user82929 awww, babyyy.

user9292 HAPPY BDAY DANNY RIC. WE ADORE YOU.

user02729 ADORE isn't enough to describe how much I love this man.

maxverstappen1 happy birthday, sleeping beauty. as (y/n) said, keep making the world a louder, bolder, tiring, better place💗

danielricciardo not sleeping anymore. thanks but I know you love me deep down.💕🙏

danielricciardo thank you, baby❤️💕 (not thankful for screaming and singing the bday song next to my ear to wake me up, though.)

user62881 AHAHHAHA. They're the DEFINITION of a powerful couple. Iconic.

yourusername my voice is angelic to say, at least. you SHOULD be thankful for that, as well.

landonorris yayyy. one year closer to becoming a dilf. congrats on your accomplishment, Daniel👏

danielricciardo ran out of birthday wishes and decided to search it up on pinterest, huh?

user62677 AHAHHA. leave our baby Lando alone pls😔

landonorris I'm not a big fan of pinterest, so no, I chose Google instead. But at least I try to be creative, you know.

[inchidentally]

ok it's been a while since I did a big weird dumb emotional parasocial Lando post - this tangent being based on this photoset by Audrey/landoom

bc we have a perfect comparison for all three of Lando's teammates and oh yes I've got a lot of thoughts in my big dumb head !!

okay so

the carlando one is perfect bc this is what they do between race weekend duties, chatter away about this and that like they always have. but their dynamic is also always the same in the way they sit: Carlos is The Man with his manspreading and taking up space and he always leads their conversation, even doing that mock reprimanding when Lando is just plain wrong or too silly etc. of course Lando will always be The Boy bc Carlos got to know him before Lando's voice had changed and before Lando's body had even finished growing. their entire season spent together was Lando latching onto Carlos to cope with being too young for F1 and looking endlessly grateful that Carlos is a natural dab hand at media duties and the interminable periods of waiting on Thursdays, Fridays and even Saturdays. Carlos had also just been looking after another F1 baby in Max so playing the role of big brother and guardian was hardly new. but that's why Lando always has to squirm into whatever space is left (which fortunately he's very skilled at doing) when he's spending time with Carlos. even when they walk together, Carlos is striding and facing forward while Lando skitters at his side and twists himself to talk at him. Lando doesn't quite behave like the jittery toddler that he was with Carlos at first but he's also never going to be an equal to Carlos in that social way that Charles is. Carlos and Charles move in and around each other's space and are close enough in age for there to be nothing in it - Charles is another Man. Lando will always be baby brother wanting to hang with big brother with Carlos. big brother will always put his big arm out and keep little brother safe.

then the dando of it all that for me is equal parts hahahaaaaaaaa Daniel Ricciardo you got got at your own silly game - but also angsty as hell. bc Lando had to go through a very uncomfortable realization that Daniel was repeating the same kind of bromance dynamic with him that Daniel does with everyone, especially with his teammates… right at the same time that Daniel realized that for all his gay joking he'd caught some kind of baffling feelings for this strange little scrap of boy with the beautiful face and an intense charisma that came entirely from being vulnerable and sincere. I have a love/hate relationship with bromance content in general so I was like partly enjoying Daniel's Lando content suddenly becoming obsessive and transparently adoring, but also feeling (kind of) bad for him bc his idiot straight man bro-brain suffered a little bruise of queer longing in the shape of Lando that he'll never be rid of. because while Lando already knew he could make any man love him in a protective/guardian way, it was right during Daniel's tenure when Lando realized he could make any man actually fall in love with him - even without trying to. so there's DannyRic, playing up a fake version of the big brother thing Carlos has with Lando because he's too old to consider Lando one of his usual buddies, but then his trademark smile falters because he's jokingly getting Lando to wear his clothing line and jokingly tucking a flower behind Lando's ear and jokingly zooming in on Lando's glowing face again for a video... except he has to remind himself to force a bro-y laugh because it seems as if the sunlight is always shining out of Lando's face instead of the sky. and that's where their dynamic has lived ever since. Daniel wants to feel the sun again and forces out laughs to remind everyone, including himself and Lando, that it's cool and nothing serious. sometimes Lando laughs until it hurts and sometimes he feels out of it and can't bring himself to laugh back.

and like, knowing that that's been Lando's experience with teammates so far it's why we've all had this ??? !!! along with him when Oscar arrived packaged all alone, neat and tidy with a placid small smile on his face and half his career under professional management already. he's inscrutable but also so easygoing. he's friendly but he hardly ever touches another human being. he's polite but also firm in his feelings. he refuses to be anyone but himself but also gives absolutely nothing away. he must have shades and colors beneath all that pale skin because his eyes ignore everyone but the people he chooses as worthy of his time. with most people he's so ambivalent that he's barely even present but then Lando comes into his view and the fresh coffee color of Oscar's eyes fills back in. he doesn't blink enough around Lando and doesn't pay attention to much else when Lando is around. but he also won't capitulate and just be a bro or a bromance or some other easy entity. sometimes he takes a downright firm hand with Lando which is startling, but he just as suddenly will capitulate to whatever Lando wants which of course is delightful. and then he never takes away the attention that Lando lives off of like food and water. Lando realized at some point that he has to disappear so far from Oscar's field of vision for Oscar to not follow him or watch him. so why isn't Oscar being a big stupid simp like Daniel or a warm strong guardian like Carlos? why won't he just play ball during challenges and why won't he just let Lando know once and for all how exactly Oscar fits in with all the men who adore Lando because dammit he's the only one he can't categorize. he can't seem to find his footing and he can't even be mad about that because Oscar is so faithful and kind and unselfish and downright respectful and admiring in ways that other men and teammates never have been. how can you get mad at a boy for not easily defining what you are to him when he stays one step behind you at all times because you're the number one driver and he has no problem showing it - who hangs so far back at your home race fan stage that the host actually looks confused for a moment because she doesn't expect even the number two driver to look so happy about letting his teammate soak in all the glory on his own. why should it hurt that Oscar doesn't seem to view himself as a significant part of Lando's life when Oscar is so comfortable with that idea and so happy to just have Lando while he has him and not expect anything more?

and that's why we get Oscar as an unexpectedly intimate part of Lando's cameras. cameras are his creative expression - a cringe free space where he's safe to show the world he sees when he's the observer and not the observed. of course the little black heart under the photoset that starts with Oscar just stands for black and white photos of McLaren and the place he calls home. but Lando also agonizes over those posts and when you look at how he looks at Oscar and what they've been through and how steady and strong Oscar has been for Lando even in his rookie season, it felt a little prescient that Oscar would sign a contract immediately for as long as McLaren would give him. Oscar who has proven that he will determine his own future and that he will not let his time or his fate be in the hands of anyone else. that Oscar looked at McLaren and looked at Lando and said this is what he wants. McLaren has been Lando's home for so long and with that kind of proof from someone like Oscar, shouldn't it make sense that Oscar feels a lot like home. so he gets to be the first picture and the little heart sits directly beneath.

that's the thing for me about landoscar - we know so little about who Oscar is as a person on any deeper level apart from the people and things his eyes turn coffee colored for. we already all love Lando and the fact that Oscar's eyes open up around him is like a little window into who Oscar is down deep. firm but fair, faithful but not blind, adores too intensely to show it, effortlessly funny but controlled, withdrawn but not cold. we know Oscar is lovable and there's something so intensely upright about him.

so the one landoscar moment in this photoset is one of many times we see Lando taking a photo of Oscar's face. because he may not have an easy, handy way of defining what kind of friend/presence Oscar is in his life, he knows what Oscar has given him and Lando's camera is how Lando can reciprocate. he can grab Oscar in that moment, put him in his camera and look at him where he can understand him. sometimes post him publicly but most of the time will not.

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The Pariah and the Freak

Part 3: telling the parents.

Summary: Eddie and (Y/n) bring their families together for dinner in order to tell them the big news unfortunately it doesn’t go as planned.

"Hey Eds” (y/n) breathes anxiously. "Hey sweetheart, these are for you” Eddie grins offering her a bundle of picked flowers. (Y/n)'s nervousness melts a little as she accepts the flowers and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "They're beautiful, thank you” she says with a grin. He steps into the house while shrugging off his leather jacket.

Eddie is dressed in a nice button-up with his normal jeans, his hair as tidy as he could manage. Behind him steps in Wayne, dressed in a fall-colored flannel with blue jeans. "Hi Wayne, nice to see you again” she greets. "You too darlin” Wayne agrees with a nod.

Awkward heavy silence filled the dining room. Mr. and Mrs. (Y/l/n) sat across from Eddie and (Y/n), while Wayne took up a spot at the end of the table. There wasn't a lot that Wayne wouldn't do for his nephew but spending his only night off like this was definitely something he hadn't expected. Eddie and (Y/n) sought comfort in each other holding hands under the table.

"This is really good Mrs. (Y/l/n)" Eddie awkwardly broke the silence. Mrs. (Y/l/n) managed to muster a tight-lipped smile. "Thank you Edward, it's an old family recipe" she responded. Eddie imagined their child someday inheriting treasured family recipes. He made a mental note to ask Wayne to jot down his famous chili and tomato soup recipes.

However (Y/n)'s father seemed to be simmering with disapproval throughout the entire evening. He scrutinized Eddie with piercing eyes interrogating him about every aspect of his life, from school to work, to the band, and even the van he drove. The metal head answers truthfully and respectfully but still nervously, while (y/n) squeezes his hand under the table. Wayne somehow managed to bite his tongue while still giving his nephew looks. Mr. (Y/l/n) is just in utter disbelief that his little princess could bring home such a boy.

The table goes back to awkward silence yet again. The young couple share a look and (y/n) offers Eddie a small nod. "Look um everyone, there's a reason we wanted to get together tonight, not just for you guys to meet” (y/n) breathes. "We've got some news, good news. (Y/n) is pregnant, we’re uh, having a baby” Eddie says taking control of the conversation.

Wayne nearly chokes on his drink, while Mrs. (Y/l/n)'s eyes tear up, and her father scowls. "Oh god” Mrs. (Y/l/n) cries bringing her napkin to her mouth. "Mom, dad, we know this isn't ideal, but-" (y/n) begins to explain. The scraping of her father's chair against the floor interrupts her mid-sentence.

"Ideal? You bring home this-this miscreant, and you just expect us to, what, congratulate you?" her father spits. "Hey now, I know this isn't what any of us were expecting, but my boy is not a miscreant” Wayne says standing up. "Oh please, my daughter was a good girl, and then he comes in with his long hair and tattoos and knocks her up!" her father bellows.

"Daddy, please listen, Eddie is a good guy just give him a chance” (y/n) pleads standing up from the table. "You had so much potential! You had good grades, good social standing, you were a cheerleader for god's sake!" he argues, smoke practically pouring from his ears. "Oh god, she'll be kicked from the team. What will Heather and Veronica think when they hear?" her mom worries about the embarrassment.

"It's okay, we can fix this. We'll just drive her down to that clinic, the one Bill brought his daughter to over in Indianapolis. Mistakes happen we can fix it, her life doesn't have to be over” her father announces, grabbing his keys. "Dad, I know it's hard to believe but this is what we want. I don't want to fix it” (y/n) says .

He spins around, wearing a deep angry frown. "You are a child you do not get a say in this” he snaps. (Y/n) flinches back a little not used to seeing her father so angry. Eddie is on his feet and by her side now. "She's the only one with any say actually” he counters, his eyes narrowing at the man.

"You are living under my roof, young lady. We are getting this taken care of tonight. We have spent eighteen years giving you the perfect life, not for you to screw it up by getting knocked up by some trailer park trash” her father rants, grabbing her by the wrist. He begins trying to drag her off to the door like she's a petulant child.

Understanding that he needed to protect the woman he loved, Eddie swiftly intervened pulling her from his grasp and standing between them. "Look, I don't give a shit what you call me. But don't touch her like that again” Eddie warned. Unrelenting (Y/n)'s father made another attempt to

"Excuse me boy, but you have done enough here” the older man snarls. He attempts to get to his daughter, but Eddie blocks his path. "I think we all just need to calm down and let the kids talk if they say they've got this figured out" Wayne says trying to ease the tension. "We do, and I promise Eddie is really good to me and you'll like him if you just give him a chance" (y/n) pleas desperately trying to bridge the widening gap between her family and herself.

"No daughter of mine is gonna be a mom at 18. You do not get to embarrass this family by being pregnant in high school, especially not with his baby” her father scoffs, gesturing towards Eddie. "Maybe we should hear them out," her mother frets. "That's all we're asking Dad please! Eddie and I have this figured out" (y/n) attempts one last time.

"I know I'm probably not what you pictured when you thought of the father of your grandchildren, but that doesn't matter now. What matters is that I love your daughter, and I love our kid already and I won't stand here and let you hurt either of them” Eddie says confidently. Eddie seems not to notice what he just revealed, however (Y/n) heard it loud and clear. Her heart swelled with love, knowing that the man standing before her was ready to stand by her side no matter what.

Her father shakes his head looking away from his daughter. "I did not raise you to be a damned whore. Either you get this taken care of, or you leave” he says coldly. The room goes silent at the ultimatum. "Honey, please” her mother begs.

"You have ten minutes. Get your stuff and get out of my house” he orders exiting into the garage. Her mom follows and the door slams behind them. "Wayne, I'm sorry about all this” Eddie says quietly, letting out a breath. "We'll talk about this later son, just help her get her things together” Wayne interjected extending a calming hand.

"C'mon, sweetheart let's grab your stuff alright?" Eddie whispers wrapping an arm around her again. She nods silently, letting him lead her up the stairs into her room. He can hear the sniffles she's trying to silence and see the tears she hastily wipes away. The second the door to her room shuts he wraps her in a tight hug. "It's alright, I got you. I promise” Eddie murmured his lips pressing gently against the top of her head.

He sees the clock on her dresser and notices a couple of minutes have gone by. "You wanna sit down? I'll grab your things?" Eddie asks eager to ease her burden. "No no um, I'll help. Will you um, grab my bag over there?" she asks.

Eddie nodded wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks. "Whatever you need, sweetheart I'm here” he assured her their lips meeting in a soft comforting kiss. Together they packed (Y/n)'s belongings the room's atmosphere heavy with unspoken words. "I'm sorry about all this. Maybe me being involved wasn't such a good idea I didn't mean for your life to implode" Eddie confessed quietly.

Shaking her head with a weak smile and teary eyes (Y/n) held his hand tightly. "I'm glad you're involved Eddie. I hate to think what would have happened tonight if you weren't here” she admitted gratitude coursing through her. "Told you I'd take care of you both of you," Eddie said, his smile growing as his free hand moved to her stomach. Their lips met once more.

"Let's get you out of here” Eddie says quietly his arm enveloping (Y/n) once again as they made their way downstairs. Wayne waits by the door. "Do you think you could give me a ride to Chrissy's place Eds? I think I should be good to hide out there at least until her mom finds out” (Y/n) requested turning to face Eddie. "You can do that or you can come on home with us darlin' the choice is yours” Wayne offered surprising both (Y/n) and Eddie with his kindness.

"Are you sure? I feel like I've already been enough of a burden tonight” (Y/n) frowned. Grabbing her backpack gently Wayne shook his head. "I'll tell you the same thing I once told my nephew: you make do for family” he said lightly squeezing her shoulder.

Grateful Eddie thanked his uncle nodding with appreciation. The three of them exited the house with Wayne instructing Eddie to drive carefully. Assisting (Y/n) into the passenger seat Eddie ensured she was buckled in before closing the door. His actions elicited a small laugh from her a momentary release from the turmoil that surrounded them. “I can do that myself you know?” She giggles as Eddie climbs in.

He smiles a boyish smirk. “I know but you’re precious cargo sweets” he winks. As they pulled away from the house, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a tinge of hope. Her life might have taken an unexpected twist, but with Eddie by her side they would face whatever challenges lay ahead. And she knew that together they could handle it.

Most of the drive is quiet. Black Sabbath playing from the speakers. (Y/n) keeps her eyes mostly out the window or focused on her hands. The van rolls up to a stop sign before (y/n) breaks the silence. “So that went well” she laughs even though it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Yeah, how are you doing?”

“I mean it doesn’t feel great being homeless”

“I’m sure that was hard but I promise you aren’t homeless. You’ll just stay with me and Wayne till you and I can move out alright?”

“I just don’t want to cause any trouble for either of you. I feel like I’ve already made such a mess of things”

Eddie puts the van in park looking over at her. He cups her cheek in his ring covered hand looking into her eyes. “Stop that, all that stuff your dad said was bullshit alright? You didn’t make a mess of anything I swear” he promises her. Once she nods he quickly presses their lips together.

“I was actually saving up for a place of my own before you and the baby came along so we won’t even need to stay with Wayne much longer”

“This all seems so crazy I mean we’ve only been on three dates and we’re moving in together”

“I know it does but y’know what- wait we’ve only been on two dates: the movie last night and Benny’s?”

“Well technically I did say that the party was a date”

“That doesn’t count”

“What why?”

“It just doesn’t that’s not how I want you to think of our first date”

“Fine but that only makes it worse just two dates, I sound like a floozy or like I’m incredibly lovesick desperate enough to jump on the first guy who gives her affection”

“I think you’re being way too hard on yourself first of all. Secondly if anyone here is lovesick it’s me I’m the one who initiated all this remember?”

“I know I just worry how quickly we’re rushing this”

“Then we won’t rush we don’t have to move out just yet”

“Right okay, that’s a plan. If we do move out you’ll at least let me contribute? I have some money saved up”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the provider or some shit? I mean you’re growing our baby that feels like a huge contribution to me”

“Edward Munson”

“Fine yes ma’am”

“You know something else was said tonight I was curious about”

“And what’s that”

“You told my dad you love me”

Eddie takes in a deep breath leaning back in his seat. It was something that had definitely come out in the heat of the moment not the way he had planned for it to. “Yeah that did come out didnt it, look that wasn’t how I wanted that to go, is there anyway I could get a do over maybe after a couple more dates?” He asks. (Y/n) nods before kissing him much slower this time. “Sure Eds you can have a do over” she smiles.

When they get to the trailer Wayne is already there and sends them a nod. “I’m gonna get her settled then we can talk” Eddie says to his uncle. “Take your time. Darlin you try and have a goodnight alright you and I can have a chat tomorrow about livin arrangements” Wayne assures her. (Y/n) nodded quickly giving Wayne an unexpected hug.

He returned it giving her a small pat on the back. “Make yourself at home I mean it” Wayne promised when they separated. (Y/n) smiled returning to Eddie’s arms. He leads her to his room with a small kiss to the crown of her head.

When Eddie enters the living room Wayne is sat in his recliner two unopened beers sat on the coffee table. “She doin alright?” He asks. Eddie takes a breath sitting down. “Probably about as good as she can be” he answers grabbing one of the cans. Wayne nods silently grabbing his own drink.

“I’m sorry about all this”

“Were you careful at least? I mean I bought you those condoms for a reason”

“I know you didn’t want to raise another kid that wasn’t yours but you won’t have to raise this one. I really want to Wayne, I want to be a dad. Be the dad I never had y’know? The kind you were”

“And you’re sure about all this?”

“More sure than I’ve ever been”

“Then I’m happy for you son and I’ll do what I can to help”

Taking that as a sign of approval Eddie reaches into his back pocket pulling out his wallet. He’s careful pulling the small photo from it passing it over to his uncle. “This the peanut?” Wayne asks quietly looking over the picture. “We uh talked about it and I know technically you’d be great uncle but how do you feel about being a grandpa?” Eddie asks. When Eddie looks over at his uncle he can the the slight water to the man’s eyes.

“Grandpa?” Wayne asks. “Yeah I mean especially after tonight we want our kid to have a family. And since he didn’t exactly love the whole dad thing I doubt Al’s gonna be stepping up to be a grandpa any time soon” Eddie explains. Wayne takes in a shaky breath nodding slowly. “Yeah son I think that has a nice ring to it” Wayne answers clearing his throat.

There’s another pause as Wayne admires the photograph. Wayne stands up and Eddie quickly joins him. The two share their most earnest version hug. “I uh should go check on her, thank you again Wayne” Eddie coughs when they separate. “Have a Goodnight son.”

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Outcast p3

~Lo’ak x Metakaynia reader

~Angst, fluff

~Proofread?-no

~Summary-Two souls finally uniting

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They say the mind may forget, but the body doesn't. As much as you liked to think you couldn't remember your mother, you could. The day she left you, she sang a hum as she swam. She was happy, peaceful and you let yourself fall asleep in it.

“Baby mine, don’t you cry.” She sang as she rocked you. You smiled at her, grabbing for her braids, “Baby mine, dry your eyes.’ Tears fell from her eyes though she smiled, “[Y/n], I know you may be confused but submit to the water,” she began going deeper, “you and I will meet daddy very soon if you do.”

You jolted up from your sleep, Lo’ak waking up as well, “are you alright?” Tears fell as you went into his embrace. “Same dream again,” Lo’ak held a tight grip on you as he whispered praises in your ear. “She can't hurt you, baby,” he told you as you finally calmed down. You knew it was just a dream, but it felt so real.

Lo’ak watched as your eyes closed and you fell asleep. He couldn't help himself but stare at you. You were by far, the most gorgeous thing he had ever looked at. These past few months, all he could do was think about you. How you were, asking if you missed Payakan, and just spending his every waking moment with you.

From the start, he knew he thought you were pretty. And as you become acquainted with the tribe, and met his family, pretty sooner changed to beautiful. He watched how you tried to become one of the people, your speech had become better over these last few months, and you even had a bond with Neytiri, beautiful changed to gorgeous.

All he wanted was for you to be happy. He saw you so happy, these last couple of months you were nothing short of a ray of sunshine. You missed Payakan of course, and you wanted to visit him. But a part of you knew, you didn't just wash up on the beach. Payakan wanted you to be happy, even if it meant letting you go.

You and Lo’ak were, “two peas in a pod,” as Jake called you both. You liked the name, often referring to Lo’ak as your “missing pea.” Lo’ak every day, took you on a walk near the ocean. Take your mind off everything new you are learning, so you felt like you had some stability in your life.

Today, you collected shells because you wanted Kiri to show you how to make a friendship bracelet. You loved Kiri and said would go on to say she was your closest friend, but you also knew you loved Lo’ak just not the same way. He made your heart beat, always making you smile, and you often felt a little ting in your heart when he spoke to other girls. When he spoke with Tsireya.

You liked the girl, but you felt possessive of Lo’ak. You wanted the boy's attention on you, and he found it cute how you held a pout every time Tsireya spoke with him. You would pretend to be sleepy, or grab his hand and give a sly smile to Tsireya. The poor girl just assumed you were being nice, but anyone else could see you were claiming the boy.

“I make bracelet with Kiri for you,” you said as you both neared the end of the walk. Lo’ak smiled, he so wanted to complete the bond with you. But you weren't ready for that yet, so he’d wait. In full honesty, he’d wait till he was old if it meant being with you.

You walked up to Kiri with all the supplies and a big smile, “I’m ready!” She smiled as she began picking out the smaller shells, “you really love Lo’ak right?” You nodded your head as you threaded the beads on the bracelet, “he was telling me how much you like the mixed berries,” Lo’ak often would sit and talk about you for hours. In the rare moment, you weren't with him, he’d speak about the random things you liked, hated, activities you learned that day.

A smile appeared on your face, “Lo’ak likes you a lot [Y/n],” you stopped beading altogether. “Why wouldn't he?” Her words confused you, “he likes you, the same way you love the ocean. He can't live without you.” A blush appeared on your face, but before Kiri could speak more, Tsireya walked in. “Have you seen Lo’ak?” your demeanor changed, not because you didn't like the girl, but because what could she possibly need from Lo’ak? “Why?” you question her quickly to which she gives you a soft smile. “His father is looking for him,” Kiri handed you the finished bracelet with a smirk. “It's good, I do it!” you said smiling and heading toward Lo’ak.

“Lo’ak! I'm done,” you said hugging him. You didn't even notice you ruined his conversation with Neteyam. “I better go check on Tuk,” he said giving Lo’ak a look before leaving. “Here!” you grabbed his wrist and put the bracelet on him, “stays on forever.” Lo’ak looked into your eyes, “forever,” at that moment he understood what it meant to love someone so much you can't live without them. You can't sleep without them, eat, walk, jog, anything and everything. At that moment he just wanted to confess, but he knew it would be wiser to wait.

Right before you came, he and Neteyam spoke. Lo’ak confessed his feelings about you, causing Neteyam to laugh, “everyone can tell!” Lo’ak groaned in his hands, “everyone?” Neteyam put a hand around his shoulders, “including Tuk.” Lo’ak explained fully how you both met. Explained how you were out at sea with Payakan. He hadn't said anything to an adult because it wasn't his story to tell. “You two will work out,” Neteyam said smiling. “How do you know?” before he could get a proper response, you were in his arms.

He thought of the previous conversation and decided he’d make a move. “Your dad needs you,” you said as he looped a hand around you, “Tsireya said so,” a little venom left your mouth at the mention of the girl. Lo’ak laughed, “why do you hate her so much?” you immediately shook your head, “I don't hate her!” you had a hard time getting the right words out so you adverted to something you did when you first met Lo’ak. You patted his chest, “outcast,” you brought your hand to your own chest, “outcast.”

Lo’ak understood what you were conveying. You both were the same. placing his forehead to yours, “I’m in love with you,” he then swooped your face to look at him, “I love you.” You smiled big connecting your lips with his, “Lo’ak and I mate?” you were excited jumping from foot to foot. “Yes, tonight me and you,” You let a squeal before clapping, “I tell everyone!” In the corner stood Jake, who came looking for the boy. A smile crept on his face.

Jake saw your relationship as history repeating itself. He remembers how Neytiri would do the same gestures or would hiss at any person who came too close.

You sat by the ocean looking at it. You wanted to tell Payakan, how you and Lo’ak were to be mated. You knew how excited he’d be for you both. Your heart broke knowing how much he’s missed already. You were so taken away by your thoughts you hadn't noticed Ronal.

“It's beautiful isn't it?” the older woman questioned as your eyes went to her. She had come to terms with you being Seba’s child. You smiled at her, “pretty like Lo’ak,” you always found a way to rope him into your conversation. This trait reminded her of your mother, and how much she loved your father. A tear rolled down her cheek looking at you.

“Why?” you said as you noticed her sad facade. “I’m just so happy that your okay,” she said looking into your eyes. It was like Seba was there with her, “your mother what was her name?” you cringed at the mention of her, “bad,” you said before looking at the ocean. Ronal looked at you confused, “what do you mean?”

You felt your own tears pull into your eyes, “she loved you,” you looked at her confused. Did she know your mother? “No, hate in her heart. That's why she marked me,” there was no way Seba hated you. She noticed how silent sobs left your mouth, she brought you into a hug. “How did she mark you?”

You embraced the hug she gave you, “marked for death. Till Payakan saved me, I miss him,” Ronal’s eyes widened in fear, “you met with Payakan? And your alive?” she stood up quickly still holding you tight.

She brought you to the Sully tent, “Lo’ak,” you said before running into his arms. “What's wrong, baby,” Ronal faced you both, “when you met her, who was she with?” Lo’ak looked confused sharing a look with his family, “a tulkun,” was all she needed to hear before she gasped loudly, “she was raised by a killer!” You became defensive immediately, “PAYAKAN NOT KILLER,” you faced the woman.

“You know nothing of what you speak of. Your mother thought you were dead!” you shook your head, “Payakan loves me, mom does not.” Ronal couldn't believe this, “of course Seba loved you,” Neytiri stepped forward before placing a hand on Ronal, “give her a break.”

Her words angered you, “She left me. Left me for death,” you said through choked sobs. Lo’ak pulled you closer to him, “it's okay, take your time,” you looked at the older woman, “I was found by Payakan, if not for him good as dead.”

You remembered feeling alone growing up, having no friends, and being out at sea, “Payakan feed me, and he played with me, taught me to swim,” Ronal watched you. She couldn't even fathom the thought of her friend, her best friend purposely leaving you out there. Marking you for dead.

“She would never do that,” you shook your head, “Payakan did everything.” Ronal walked out. “Why so much hate?” you said while Lo’ak kissed your forehead.

“Payakan loves me, and he loves you to no killer,” Lo’ak nodded, “you don't have to defend yourself to me, I believe you no matter what.”

You smiled before kissing him once more, “tonight,” he smiled, “tonight.”

***

I didn't think you guys actually liked this story! So glad you do because I LOVEE this concept! Hope you enjoy it! THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD! i didn’t want to keep you guys waiting so tomorrow, i’ll go back through and change all mistakes.

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could you make a blurb of Tom holland x reader when they have a daughter and she hears someone call him ‘Tom’ so she copies

Never done a blurb before so hope you all enjoy this!

‘Tom’ || Tom Holland

Toms friends were over today, he invited them to come and chill by the pool on the hot day. Music played in the background as you all sat around and in the pool, talking and having laughs. Yours and Toms daughter, Darcy, was swimming with the help of her uncles, Harry and Sam.

She had her arm bands on, helping her to stay afloat. The young Holland was only 2 years old, she could just about talk. You decided to dip your feet into the pool, the cool water hitting your legs. You watch your beautiful daughter splash and laugh as the boys messed around in the pool.

Harrison then ran and jumped into the pool, making a big splash of water go all over you and Darcy. “Harrison!” You squeal as all the water flew into your drink. He came up from being under the water and just smirked laughing at the splashes of water on your body.

“uwcle Hawrrison, you splash” Darcy wines rubbing her eyes as the water had splashed all over her. “Sorry little one” He chuckled at the cute girl pulling her close to him, so she’s resting on his hip. He moved her hair from her face, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Yo Tom! Jump in!” Harrison called his best friend, who sat down next to you placing a small kiss on your lips.

Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “In a little while” Tom took a sip from his beer using his free hand.

“Come on Tom, you haven’t even gotten in for ages” Harrison said splashing him to try get him to come inside the pool. Darcy copying his actions and splashing you both, giggling when Tom kicked the water up at the pair.

Darcy was then next to speak, “Tom come play” She made grabby hands wanting her father to come in the pool with her. Everyone was silent for a minute realising that she had called him ‘Tom’ and not ‘daddy’ like she usually did or ‘dada’.

Harrison chuckled a little as he saw Toms face. “What did you call me?” He chuckled a little as the girl wiggled out of Harrison’s hold to swim to her mum and dad.

“Tom” She smiled.

“No, no. Baby, it’s daddy. Not Tom” He said as everyone started to laugh even you.

“Come, pwease Tom” she held onto his legs trying to pull him in. Then she turned to you, “Mummy I want him in” she said. Everyone knew Darcy was a daddy’s little girl.

“So you can call her mummy not y/n and you call me Tom?” Tom placed his beer down with a pout.

“Go on Tom, play with her” You smirk teasing him a little. “Yeah Tom” Harry smirked as well.

Tom slowly pulled himself into the pool, bring his daughter close to him. “Yay! Can we plwy now” She asked him, Tom still not liking her saying his name.

“First you have to say my name, my name you usually call me” He held onto her close.

“Tom” She smiled making him pout even more and a whine left his mouth.

“Noo. Darcy, love. It’s daddy, not Tom. Just daddy or dada, anything else but Tom” He pleaded waiting for her to say his usual name. That’s when Harrison whispered something into her ear, making her giggle.

“Thomas?” She questioned with a giggle.

Everyone started to laugh at the little girl and her father. Tom however pouted. “Harrison!” He whined.

The little girl tried to swim to her uncle Haz, Tom held onto her tickling her sides making the girl giggle. He loved her laugh. “Stop. T-thomas” She screamed as he continued.

“Stop calling me that and i’ll stop. Call me ‘daddy’ or ‘dad’ anything” He kept ticking her sides and stoped a little waiting for her to say a name.

“Daddy, stop” She smiled and he smiled back liking this name better, his actual name. He let go of the girl as she tried to swim over to Harrison. He held onto her arm pulling her closer.

“Tom” She began to giggle again, Tom swimming over to them. Harrison held onto the girl swimming away from Tom, laughs fell out of all there mouths.

[gvfgal]

Bound - Prologue

A/n: WELL HERE WE ARE, BEGINNING OF A CRAZY RIDE. This prologue is short, and you don’t HAVE to read it before you start the series, but it gives some good background going into the story you might not want to miss! Also it’s written pretty poorly, expect better going forward.

If you want to be added to the tag list for this let me know!! (no idea how to make one but I’ll figure it out).

No content warnings for this part (:

Word count: 1.7k

With out further ado…

You could never imagine the immeasurable impact Jacob Thomas Kiszka would have on your life, but you knew from the moment you met him, even at a spry five years old, that he’d be special to you.

As clear as watching it on film, you could recall the day he first walked into your life, his big, beautiful brown eyes immediately rapturing you.

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August 17th 1956

Townsend, Tennessee

He stumbled up your long dust driveway with his twin brother, his parents leading the way, each holding a younger child of their own. You glued yourself to your father, your arms wrapped around his waist from the back as you watched the large family climb your porch.

“It’s so nice to finally meet y’all. Welcome to Townsend,” your mother was the first to speak in her heavy southern drawl, extending her hand to his mother. She introduced herself and your father, the men sharing their own firm handshake, before switching and shaking the ladies hands respectively.

Your mom gave you a gentle nudge, “And this here is y/n. She’s a little shy.”

“Well I’m Karen, and this is Kelly,” she reached down and rubbed over Jake’s head, “these are our twins, Josh and Jake, they’re five. Over there with Kelly is our little Ronnie, she’ll be three in just a few days,” she turned and cooed at the baby she was holding, causing him to babble, “and this is our Sammy Boy.”

Josh and Jake waved at your parents, then at you.

“Hi,” the boys spoke in unison.

“Hi,” your voice was soft. It was true, you were shy, but the real reason for your uneasiness was the crush that you were too quickly developing on Jake. At the time, the boys looked like carbon copies of each other, but there was something about Jake that stood out to you. While his twin was quite bouncy, Jake was seemingly very calm, even at five, his aura had you ever curious, wanting to learn him more than anything.

As your parents continued to chat, the boys wandered off, Josh jumping down off the porch, talking his twin’s ear off animatedly as Jake sat and listened, drawing aimlessly in the dust at his feet, a perfect representation of their dynamic that you’d become familiar with over the years.

A little more comfortable, you stepped from behind your dad to get a better view of the two as they carried on, but you found your eyes constantly tracking Jake.

He turned back to look at you, sending you a small grin that awakened the butterflies in your stomach.

Yes, Jacob Kiszka would be very special.

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By the time you were ten, there was no mistaking that you had a huge crush on Jake. And you were no expert on the subject, but you were pretty sure he felt the same. All the fleeting glances in class, the way he insisted that he and Josh walk you all the way to your porch from the bus stop before they made the half mile walk back to their home. The way you spent practically every day during the summer together, late into the night when Josh begged him to go home, but he was never quite ready to leave.

Though your shyness never waned with age, you felt the most comfortable when you were around the twins. They both had their own unique ways of breaking you out of your shell, but it was always Jake that you leaned towards.

And as if you weren’t infatuated enough, the first time Jake played his guitar for you, telling you his dream of playing on big stages around the world, you were swoon. He was so passionate about the subject that you couldn’t help but be just as excited about the idea as he was.

From then on, every chance you got, you were begging him to play for you, and he never said no.

And more times than you could count, Jake would drag you to the old garage behind their house, making you watch for hours on end as he, Josh, Sam (who was finally old enough to join in on the antics), and his friend Danny performed for you. It became one of your favorite ways to spend time with them.

Through middle school, you and the boys continued to be close, and your feelings for Jake continued to develop, but when highschool came around, everything changed.

Growing apart by the day, all the fleeting glances in class turned to simple waves and tight lipped smiles in the hallway.

The Kiszkas were very popular at your small high school, all of them picking up new friends and flings along the way, leaving little room for you in their lives.

When Jake turned 16 and got a truck, he offered to give you a lift to and from school, but with the responsibility of taking all his siblings to school, you realized it’d be more of a hassle than it was worth, politely declining his offer.

Jake's ever growing love for music left him cooped up inside after school, and your quietness and determination to go to college had you in a similar position, book in hand rather than guitar.

His summers were spent with his brothers rehearsing from sun up to sun down, your summers were spent helping your parents take care of your animals, their age becoming more of a hindrance with time.

To your delight, your changed dynamic didn’t stop you from the privilege of getting to hear the boys sing and play. Plenty of times through high school, Kelly and Karen invited you to shows the boys had in town. You’d find yourself at the back of the venues, nodding along to the beat as you watched them in their element, like fish in water. You watched and daydreamed about simpler times, the five of you in the Kiska’s old shed around the back of their house as they imitated their favorite artists.

Things were different, sure, but all those feelings you harbored over the years never faltered. Every time Jake was in your presence, the butterflies made themselves known. When you guys did have an actual conversation from time to time, the way he listened so intently to what you were saying, his eyes locked on yours, still had you ready to cower.

Second semester of your senior year, you’d gotten accepted into your dream school in Berkeley, California. You were ecstatic, followed quickly by fear, as you’ve never been further than 25 miles outside of your small hometown. But this is what you’d always wanted, and you were well aware that growth began outside of your comfort zone.

Graduation day was the last time you saw Jake before you shipped yourself off, your parents making you all pose for a picture in your cap and gowns outside of the school. You were set to leave for California the very next day for a summer with the Berkeley University Peace Corps, a million feelings bubbling inside of you.

“You’ll be great out there. Show them that small town girls can do it too,” was the last thing Jake ever said to you, and you carried that with you for the next four years.

Berkeley became your full time residence, your busy schedule of studying, organizing protests against the war, and your many new friends keeping you more than busy.

Your parents came to visit a few times, and you managed to make it home for Christmas one year, but other than that, Berkeley was your entire life.

But through all the chaos that kept you occupied during college, late at night, when the dust had settled, you found yourself thinking about Jake. Wondering what he was doing, if he still played the guitar. Did he have a girlfriend now? Was he engaged? Married, even? Did he have a kid on the way? Did he already have a kid?

Four years. Four years of those questions ringing in your head until you finally got your answer.

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May 20th, 1972

Townsend, Tennessee

It was about a week after you graduated from Berkeley, you were back in the comfort of your hometown, not realizing how much you missed it until you were back.

Your mom packed up several dozen eggs from your chicken coop, and asked you to take them into town to sell them, and you readily agreed.

As you unloaded the wooden crate full of eggs, a familiar voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

“Y/n?”

You whipped your head around, being met face to face with a more developed version of your Jake. His hair was much longer now, and he had a five o’clock shadow gracing his face. He smiled at you widely as you stared at him in bewilderment.

“Jake,” you finally breathed out.

He scooped you into a tight side hug, “it’s been so long. How have things been?”

Feeling like that same shy little girl from 16 years ago, you shrunk under his touch.

“Things have been good. I graduated from Berkeley last week… so that’s cool.”

Without the instructions to do so, Jake picked up the eggs and began walking with you, “cool? Y/n that's amazing. I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks.”

He had a crooked smile on his face as he sat the eggs down on a vendor’s table, “so what’s next?”

“Well, I don’t really know, haven’t thought that far yet. But I missed home, so I thought I’d come back and figure it out,” you spoke meekly, avoiding his piercing gaze.

There was a smile in his voice, “Little ol’ Townsend missed you too.”

The vendor handed you over the money for the eggs, and you shoved it into your pocket, turning to Jake with an awkward stance.

“I- I gotta get going now,” you spoke up, looking at him briefly before tearing your eyes from his beautiful face.

“Yeah me too. I’ll see you around, take care.” With a final nod and smile, Jake shoved his hands into his pockets and left, and once he was out of sight, you rushed back into your dad's truck, slamming the door and dropping your head into your hands.

You had a working theory in college, that if and when you saw Jake again, things would be different. You figured the distance would put an end to your longing, and that he wouldn’t have as much control over you as he did for all those years. But as you sat in your dad’s truck in the town square, you knew you were more than likely cursed to forever be in love with Jacob Thomas Kiszka.

If only you knew what lied ahead…

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Chapter One

[kittenwalker]

Could you maybe do mutual masterbation between f!reader and Evan Peters 👀??? Anyways I love your acc ❤️❤️❤️

notes : this ones for you girly, i haven't written so much spice in so long so this really is a treat for yall. enjoyyy ;)

January 20th the special day for Y/n’s special boy

Evan’s big birthday, turning 25. Just a year closer to death, therefore birthdays are overrated. Though in all honesty, Evan deserves to have a celebration no matter how old he was. He always worked so hard, even on his special day today, he went to work as he had a big scene for today’s shoot. Knowing his schedule by now, once he goes to work he won’t be back until 10 pm only if Y/n was lucky. If not she’d have to wait until 11 pm or later, but now she could use this time to prepare the gifts and surprises.

Y/n didn’t even need to shop, his present was going to be her. Kidding, yes she does want to surprise him with a sexy lingerie moment but she also needed to buy him a real gift. One thing that was super obvious when she started dating him was that he had a passion for music. Everywhere he went, music would always accompany him, even when he’s stressed out. He’d just jam his ears with lyrics and close his eyes, letting the melody devour him and take him to a beautiful world. So being the great girlfriend Y/n was, she wanted to expand his musical interest.

Y/n was taking a walk around some small thrift and antique shops, just window shopping. Until something caught her eyes, displayed through the glass window was a vintage gramophone. It was even on sale, fate it was to be bought by Y/n. The horn was a rusty golden shade and shaped like a flower, the box that was attached to it was made out of wood. It was perfect, so Y/n walked in and picked up the grand baby and went to the cashier. The nice lady also gave free discs of different music to choose from and change on the turntable. A little dusty but a little cleaning would do, Evan’s present was now secured.

6.46 pm, Y/n still had a lot of time in her hands. But it was getting dark, so she chose to go home and have a nice bath before he arrived back home. Though it was crucial, as she wanted to have some ‘ fun ‘ with him. Evan and Y/n was never really initiating sexual activities anymore as they both has been busy with work to even have time for themselves. So since it was his birthday and it was saturday tomorrow which meant they both weren’t busy, they could stay up a little later to get a little freaky right? 

She wanted to freshen up so she could feel more clean and confident about herself. Them not doing anything sexual made her feel like this was their first time doing it all over. Nervous but of course excited, and wanting to look her best for him. Y/n switched on the tab to the bathtub and let the water run as she poured in some bubbly soup, making the bath smell like fresh flowers. She kept the water running until it was halfway full before dipping her toes in first, testing the temperature of the water. Y/n then sank her whole body down and moaned in pleasure, feeling the bubbles and warm water swallow her into delightfulness. A bath board in front of her, holding a glass of red wine, a book, and her phone. Wanting some entertainment, she sat up and dried her hands before reaching for her book and wine glass. Y/n opened her book, diving straight in from where she left off. 

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Buzz buzz

Y/n’s phone rang, startlinging her. God it was a message from Evan saying he was coming back in 30 minutes. She wasn’t even out of the bath yet, she got too carried away from reading. One of the reasons why she loves reading, it can bring her to another world and make time disappear but now isn’t the best moment to get carried away. Y/n quickly slipped into a robe and prepared the cake and balloons. The cake was just a simple slice of chocolate cake with one red candle on it, the balloons were gold letters with the words, ‘ Happy birthday my love ‘. Y/n placed it in a way when Evan walked in he would see the words behind her. After that she wore a plain red party dress with some simple makeup. It didn’t matter how good she looked because the real party was underneath her dress and her makeup was going to get smudged anyways so no point making it too good. 

She wore a black lace bralette with matching panties, they looked amazing on her, the bra hugging her breasts and her underwear showing off her plump cheeks. Y/n knows he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her, but her little surprise has everything but getting to touch her. 

5 more minutes, she lit some candles and turned off the lights, giving the mysterious atmosphere in the living room. She then heard keys jamming into the keyhole before the door opened and…

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I got off the set tonight and was exhausted. Today we did a lot of action for this episode and was in pure bliss when I found out that I got to leave the set earlier. I felt really guilty though as I had to leave Y/n alone again when I promised her that I wouldn’t work today. But it’s alright, I'm going to be home soon now.

Reaching for my keys in my back pocket, I jammed the keys in and unlocked the door to our shared house. “ Happy birthday old grandpa! “ I was greeted with as I opened the door. In front of me was Y/n, holding a slice of cake and flowers, behind her were balloons. It was nothing big of a party but that’s what I wanted, just her, my love. Seeing her already lifted up my mood, god I’m too lucky to have her.

I tilted her chin up towards me and kissed her deeply before pulling away and thanking her. She placed the cake down and wandered behind the counter, pulling out a large object. “ Open it “ Y/n clasped her hands together and smiled. I tore open the wrapping paper and was greeted to the sight of a gramophone. My mouth turned into an O shape and carried up the gift, hugging it like my baby. “ I’ve always wanted one! “ I screamed. 

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God he looked so cute when got anything related to music. Squirming over it like a little kid visiting the ‘ real ‘ santa. Evan eagerly tried putting a disc into the turntable, difficult but he made it work. Classical music started playing as the two of them continued talking and Evan thought the surprises were over, but oh was it only just starting.

Y/n excused herself to go to the toilet so she could strip out from her dress, leaving her in her seductive undergarments. She looked into her mirror and touched up her hair, making sure she looked alluring. She was so adrenalized, her heart pumping extremely fast as she pushed open the door, walking out as if everything was normal. Evan’s eyes raised up when he heard the door click open, he saw what Y/n was dressed in and froze his movements. The bite of cake on his fork froze in the air as his eyes trailed further down. “ Does the cake taste good? I haven’t tried it. “ She asked, acting as normal as can. Evan chuckled saying “ Y/n don’t try to chang- “ She interrupted him by grabbing his jaw and smashing his lips against hers, self-inviting her tongue as she licked the flavour of the chocolate frosting in his mouth. “ Mhm it does taste good, I picked the right one. “ Once she pulled away, Evan was shocked at where this confidence was coming from. Who knew what this night would end like.

“ Come on, follow me and close your eyes, I have another surprise. “ Y/n pulled Evan’s hand into their master bedroom. Inside she prepared some lube and a special something under her pillow. Y/n closed the door and let go of his hand to light up some candle so the room would feel more romantic. She slipped into bed and spread her legs wide for a good view, telling Evan he could open his eyes. As he opened his lids, his expression dropped into a mixture of shock and turned on. He definitely didn’t expect what was coming next if he got surprised by this.

Thinking the lube was for him, Evan picked it up before Y/n took it away. “ Oh no we aren’t doing any sex yet, this is for me. I’m going to put on a show for you ". Not breaking eye-contact, she slid her fingers down in the river of her breasts and further, further down. Until she reached her cunt, rubbing two fingers on her clothed pussy in circles. Making her bite her red lips while looking intently into Evan’s eyes. Oh did he’s shock wash away into hunger, his eyes darkened and followed where Y/n’s fingers were going. Y/n could tell that he was getting impatient as his jaw locks and vein pops out. But that’s just what she wanted, to tease the shit out of him. As on cue, his veiny hands pushed her black-fingered hand away, replacing it with his as he slid her panties to the side and swiped her slit. A moan of approval slipping out of her mouth, as good as it felt, the rule was not to touch her. 

“ Uh ah, you can’t touch me yet buddy boy. Hands to yourself, I’m giving you a show and it's quite rude for you to interrupt it big boy. Go to the corner of the bed and watch only. “ Y/n ordered, which Evan surprisingly listened to. Going back to where she left off as she massaged her cunt, playing around with her wetness, spreading it all over before pushing in a finger. A whimper coming through her teeth picking up the pace of her finger. Y/n did this so she could prepare herself for the real deal behind her pillow. 

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After prepping and getting comfortable with the feeling of being touched since it’s been a while. Y/n fluttered her eyes to Evan who changed his position to the corner of the room, staring into her soul as she fingered herself. When she stopped and pulled out her wet index, a flash of disappointment appeared in his eyes as he loved seeing her pleasure herself. Until she pulled out something from her sleeve, the most massive juicy veiny thick cum dripping big fat dildo. ( pls this is a joke i just found it funny when dicks are so descriptive 🤭 ) Staring back into Evan’s eyes as she licked the tip of the dick, her eyes travelling down to his own hard-on. “ Like what you see Ev? " Y/n teasingly asked as she engulfed the silicon mould deeper into her mouth. “ Two can play this game. " Evan challenged before he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, his hard cock springing free, dripping with pre-cum. God Y/n had to resist the urge to just jump straight to him, kneeling as she licked the pulse of his red tip. But she just continued sucking on the one she had, imagining that it was his. Evan on the other hand wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly moved it while imagining it was his dick she was getting deep throated by.

After Y/n sucked the living hell out of the dildo so it was all coated in her saliva , ready to enter her. She changed her position and put the dick underneath her as she sunk down, making her pussy stretch further the deeper it went. God did she miss the feeling of this type of pleasure. Evan continued pumping his cock quicker as he saw her start bucking her hips. ‘ God was she the hottest thing I have ever witnessed. ' he thought as he closed his eyes, moving faster. Watching Y/n pleasuring herself was already tipping him over the edge, but when he heard her moan his name he just wanted to wrap his hand around her neck and fuck the oblivion out of her. “ Whose dick are you imagining bouncing on huh? Feels good? “ Evan grunted out his words, waiting for Y/n to say his name.

Oh but did she only want to tease him further, make him jealous. “ Finn, your co-star. God it feels so good thinking about him, if only I had the real deal. “ she bit her lip, knowing she ticked something off. Y/n continued bouncing up and down with her fingers rubbing circles on her clit, both her breasts jiggling while her movements continued. “ Shit I’m about to cum “ she breathed out while trying to reach her high. But before she knew it, her pleasure was taken away and pressure pushed her down with a hand around neck.

Surprised shocked her as she opened her eyes to see Evan hovering over her, anger engraved in his face. Unexpectedly, he banged his whole hard cock into her, making Y/n’s eyes roll back as a string of curses was shouted out. ‘ Shit was this bigger and better ‘ it filled her up in all the right places. It was so big Y/n needed time to adjust to the new stretching feeling, but Evan gave her no time before pounding into her. The room filled with moans and grunts as Evan slammed deeper into her, his balls hitting her cunt. “ Mhm, still thinking about him? Bet he can’t make you feel as good as I do. “ Evan whispered into her ear while his grip tightened on her neck. Making her choke in pleasure, she was a sweaty and moaning mess and couldn’t break a second to answer him. “ Answer me Y/n “ he then roughly grabbed her face, “ n-no, you do it b-better “ Y/n choked on her whimpers. 

After hearing her words, Evan flipped her in one swift move, putting her into a doggy position. Now expecting for him to plunge into her, she instead felt cold fingers hover over her pussy. “ Do you want me to show you magic with my fingers? ". Y/n nodded eagerly, making Evan chuckle at how she’s wrapped around his finger now. “ Beg for it, I need to hear your voice. " he ordered, “ Please Evan, I want to cum all over your fingers as they work their magic inside of me. I need your fingers in me now please love. “ Y/n begged as she was close to crying, showing how desperate she was. He laughed at her desperation and fulfilled her wish, he plunged in two of his long fingers. Y/n purred and closed her eyes as a grin formed onto his lips, euphoria running through her veins. ‘ Fuck this is another type of pleasure, sure his cock was great but this makes me scream. ’ His fingers just slipped in and out of her wetness, making squelching sounds. 

Evan slapped her ass until it was red with his handprints, not stopping his fingers from continuously diving into Y/n’s cunt. Her body started to tense up while her mind got cloudy as all her desires and energy went straight in between her legs. Y/n’s panting got heavy as she felt her high reaching. Evan pulled on her hair and made her turn to the right where a full-length mirror stood. “ I want you to watch yourself while you cum, I need you to see the way I see you. How beautiful you are, but not as pretty as watching you release your desires. “  He just made Y/n more turned on and made the situation even more heated. In the matter of minutes, the rush of pleasure came down onto her thighs, making her sigh in happiness. ‘ Fuck, the best time I’ve had in a while. ‘ she thought while smiling to herself. 

“ I can't get enough of you, Y/n. Your just so addicting that I’m going to fuck you on every furniture in this room, trust me. “ Evan smirked while watching her limp body twitching after her high.

“ Yea right “ Y/n out of breath as she challenged him

“ Don’t believe me huh? Let’s do it now as it seems like you aren’t tired. “ Evan lifted her body and slammed her onto a study table by the window. 

“ Now let’s make a show for people to watch as I unravel you, my love. “ 

Well good luck to her legs because they are not going to be working for the next few days.

[aajjks]

y/n + belly: https://pin.it/4Y8wi4rto

hair: https://pin.it/4rZMV5B1Q

mommy issues!JK

blue, silver, gold, pink—you’ve so many dresses that could coordinate with your boys’s suits but you decide to go with an all black dress that will fit just right on you and moon. although you aren’t too excited to attend a party you aren’t wanted, jungkook reassures you that everything will be fine and your attendance is just as important as theirs.

after putting the finishing touches to your outfit, you show jungkook and seol your dress for tonight and seol is in awe of your beauty. with a big smile on his face he says “mommy!!! you look so pretty!!!” and goes to give you a big hug even pressing a kiss to your round belly carrying his little sister.

“thank you seol” you coo. “and you look so handsome” you pick seol up before pressing a kiss to his cheeks before walking over to a lovestruck jungkook. “i take it you like the dress too” you laugh as you fix jungkook’s bow tie before pulling him in for a kiss. “alright, let’s go to this party” you sigh as you take seol’s hand and leave the apartment before jungkook locks it behind himself.

it’s a 30 minute drive to the party and as per usual, seol is asleep within 10 minutes of the ride. the closer you get to the destination you feel a lot more nervous than usual. you’re on your way to a party where you’ll be treated like crap regardless whether you’re pregnant or not and the only reason you’re here is to support jungkook. you’re hoping everything goes fine but you can’t help but get a bad feeling about tagging along.

once you all arrive to the party, jungkook picks a tried seol up and carries him inside. “invitation, please?” asks the butler and you hand the man the invitation. “alright. you guys are good to go”

here goes nothing…

chandeliers hang from the ceiling, bottles of champagne, polished floors, this entire venue is fancy and the party just screams fancy. everyone is dressed in alexander wang, versace, and everything expensive name brand you can think of from head to toe. obviously, these people (jungkook’s family) are filthy rich. you remember jungkook telling you that his family is rich but not his entire family.

“is that my kookie?!” says a familiar voice. dressed in a custom made givenchy dress with swarvoski crystals on her neck, ears, and wrist this expensively-dressed woman is none other than ji-yeon. “hi honeyyy!!! oh, is seol sleep?”

seol perks up his head when his grandma mentions his name. he turns and waves to his grandma before laying his head back down on his father’s shoulder.

“seol, come with grandma honey. i have a fancy section for the kids. there’s a ball pit, trampoline, all kinds of fun stuff”

seol takes a moment to think because it does sound fun but he’ll only go if he’s given both yours and jungkook’s permission. jungkook allows seol to go. although you were a bit hesitant, you allow seol to go as well.

one of the servants takes seol’s hand and leads him to the kids area (thank GOD you can still keep your eyes on him) while ji-yeon sizes you up.

“thought i told you the party was for family ONLY?” ji-yeon sighs. “no matter. come with me, jungkook. your father and i need to speak with you alone”

~🫧

Jungkook clenches his jaw. “SHE IS MY FAMILY!” He grits his teeth in anger, glaring at his mother, “mother DONT make me hate you even more! She is the mother of my children- YOUR GRANDCHILDREN!” He sighs, trying to calm his angered voice down and that’s when you squeeze his hand.

Jungkook feels himself calming down, “what? I don’t want to talk to him! And Seol won’t see him! He won’t get to meet Seol!” Oh no, Jungkook would rather die than let his father see Seol.

Jungkook remembers when his father had slapped him so harshly when jungkook brought Seol home- he threw jungkook out with a barely day old baby, he called Seol a bastard- a taint on the Jeons name.

“Let me guess you’ve invited the psycho too- keep her away from me mother- and how dare you call yn a maid?! You’re no different than father.” He scoffs.

Jungkooks anger is bubbling up- the flashbacks hitting him hard, he will NEVER forgive his father, Jungkook remembers begging on his knees to his father to not throw him out and let him keep Seol.

But instead he gave a 21 year old student jungkook a horrifying ultimatum and Jungkook chose his son.

“Yn is my family- she’s carrying your grand daughter so you better respect her. And you’ll talk to me, not him.” He rolls his eyes.

He’s not scared of his parents anymore, he’s an independent Man, a father and a soon to be husband.

“Also you must already know but yn and I will be getting married soon. Looks like you told Nara about her pregnancy so you might as well tell her this too so she can stay the fuck away from MY family.”

He lifts your hand up and kisses it.

[tapesfrom1980]

patience , sean diaz

in which daniel keeps taking y/n’s attention away from sean and he gets salty

pronouns: she/her

sorry this is so long !

growing up, sean and daniel got used to living without their mom. of course, a small part of them still missed her despite her leaving them and starting a new family.

esteban fulfilled both roles for the boys, and they felt lucky to be able to have him as their father.

but sometimes, even as little kids, there was always a small part that wished they had their mom like every other kid at school.

when sean met y/n, it felt like she kind of made that feeling go away. she had a natural mother instinct and was always protective. when she and sean started dating, daniel saw her as his second mom in a way.

"daniel, clean up your mess. y/n is coming over and i don't need her tripping all over your shit." sean rolled his eyes. daniel couldn't even be offended because of how excited he was that y/n was coming.

"i'm only doing it for y/n, not for you." the small boy said cockily as he picked up his crayons and papers. sean simply rolled his eyes while scrolling through his phone.

"hey diaz." y/n opened the door with a big smile. esteban loved and trusted her enough that he let her have a spare key. he was glad sean had someone like her in his life. he could tell she was a good person.

"hi mi amor." sean smiled shyly as he walked over to give her a quick peck.

"y/n!" daniel ran from his room to give y/n a hug.

"my favorite diaz brother! i missed you so much!" y/n laughed as she kneeled down so daniel could give her a big proper bear hug. sean wanted to say a petty remark to that but he was in a nice mood so he didn't. at least not right now.

"what are we gonna do today?" daniel yelled into y/n's ear as he hugged her neck tightly with his eyes closed.

"let's ask your big brother danny. what do you have planned for us for tonight my beautiful boyfriend?" y/n grinned as she got up, daniel still at her side.

"well, i was gonna say me and y/n were gonna watch a movie. alone." he emphasized as he pulled y/n into his side lovingly.

"what about me?" daniel pouted, his smile fading.

"how about this, after me and sean finish the movie we can watch whatever movie you want and we'll eat your favorite snacks." y/n suggested.

sean already wanted to say no but he knew he couldn't change y/n's mind.

"okay! i have to finish my project anyway." daniel grinned. "you're the best y/n!" daniel yelled out as he ran to his room, shutting the door.

"he's stealing your attention from me." sean jokingly complained.

"aww don't worry seanie, you'll always be my number one baby." y/n teased as she pecked his cheek.

"yeah, yeah." sean waved her away despite his rosy cheeks, making y/n smile.

"i thought i heard you come in y/n." esteban smiled as he came in.

"hi mr d, how's the car going?"

"good actually, i just hope sean here doesn't wreck it a week after i finish it for him."

"oh come on, i am not." sean remarked with an offended tone.

"don't worry, i'll be in the passenger seat to make sure he doesn't crash it before we get out of the driveway." y/n teased.

"okay i think that's enough." sean rolled his eyes at his girlfriend.

"okay okay, i just wanted to say hi to y/n before i went back to being enslaved to that car. your poor old man is getting too old for this you know." he joked as he grabbed a glass of lemonade.

"i'm sure one of these days sean would be more than happy to help you mr diaz." y/n gave sean an accusing finger wave in his face.

"yeah, yeah."

"sure hope so. and again, y/n, call me esteban. mr diaz makes me feel like a grandpa."

"right, sorry esteban." y/n smiled shyly. he waved her off with a smile.

"i won't bother you guys, just do me a favor and keep an eye on daniel and that he doesn't burn down anything else."

"always papito." sean laughed.

"love you, have fun. but not too much fun please."

"okay dad i got it." sean looked away embarrassed.

"come on loverboy, let's go watch that movie before daniel changes his mind."

"yes please."

y/n and sean spent the next 2 hours and a half watching the movie they had settled on. they were warmly cuddled up together in a big fuzzy blanket and a bowl of popcorn and sprite cans.

of course, daniel had been barging in here and there but for the most part he kept his word and waited till they finished their movie.

"i can't wait to get more private time like this with you in the future." sean spoke. y/n frowned, knowing what he meant.

"we can always have our own little private moments like this mi vida, you're not gonna live with your brother and your dad forever, cherish these moments now before it's too late." y/n said as she played with his hair soothingly.

"yeah i know. i just wish i could have you all to myself more often." y/n smiled and looked away shyly.

"you'll always have me to yourself, i wouldn't want anyone else's attention." she reassured.

"but daniel is your brother, and he's 9. be a little less harsh on him my love." she kissed his head.

"yeah i guess so, i'll try."

"thank you." she squeezed his torso.

"I FINISHED, CAN WE WATCH MY MOVIE NOW?" daniel came running in excitedly. sean had to physically contain his sigh. he promised himself he'd keep his word and have more patience with his little brother like he had told y/n.

"of course baby, what movie do you wanna watch?" y/n smiled warmly at daniel.

"secret life of pets!"

"oh come on enano. we've watched that a million times already." sean groaned.

"hey, y/n said that I could pick the movie now." daniel said smugly. "right, y/n?"

"oh yeah for sure, secret life of pets it is captain diaz." y/n tried to hold in her laugh at sean's expression.

"great! i'll go make us more popcorn." daniel said excitedly. "for me and y/n by the way, sean. you don't deserve more popcorn because you're mean."

y/n covered her mouth as she giggled at the two boys.

"jokes on you assface, i'm already full."

"sean!"

"i'm gonna tell dad that you called me that." daniel huffed.

"okay tattletale."

"sean eduardo diaz. apologize to daniel and help him with the popcorn right now." y/n crossed her arms.

"why do I have to apologize? he's the one hogging the popcorn." sean crossed his arms too.

"you're the older one here sean, you don't call 9 year olds assfaces." she looked at him with a glare.

"fine, i'm sorry for calling you an assface enano." sean apologized, standing up to go help daniel with the popcorn.

"apology accepted." daniel smiled smugly at his brother.

"move over, you're too short to reach the shelf where the popcorns in."

"am not!"

"are too."

"y/n!"

the girl looked at the two boys with a cheesy smile. they were her world and she was glad that by meeting sean she didn't just gain a boyfriend, but a new second family.

BONUS: BLOOD BROTHERS ENDING

PUERTO LOBOS , MEXICO

"danny, pass me 4 eggs please." y/n looked at now 15 year old daniel who was sitting on the counter watching her cook.

"of course." he opened the fridge and scanned around for the carton of eggs. he turned his head to the left and noticed now 23 years old sean backing up with his hands raised.

quietly, he closes the fridge and signed y/n to stay quiet. y/n looked at him in confusion till she also noticed sean.

in less than 2 minutes, daniel had scared off the gang members away with his powers. y/n didn't like when daniel used his powers for more violent stuff, but at times like that she understood.

"you guys okay? they didn't touch you at all?" y/n asked as she examined their faces. she held onto sean's face as she looked everywhere for a possible bruise or scratch.

"it's fine y/n, you know i have my little brother here to protect me." sean smiled proudly at daniel. daniel rolled his eyes at him but still smiled cheekily.

"okay, i just don't like when you use your powers like that." y/n frowned as she grabbed daniels face too checking for anything. daniel chuckled and shook his head.

"i know y/n i'm sorry, but i promise i only use them when it's necessary." he reassured. he was happy that he and sean were lucky enough to have her with them. extremely lucky. he saw her as his mom by that point.

"alright, go wash your hands please. you two are gonna help me finish dinner." she said, pecking both of their cheeks as they groaned. they were terrible cooks, the boys were just lucky y/n was the only one who was actually willing to learn more about cooking for the sake of all three of them.

"love you boys."

"love you too y/n."

[bowandcurtsey]

Hiii Aine, I read about white hair ( And down there too??? I was very surprised by this information) and at the same time came to mind 'WHAT IF the boys or y/n found the dreaded white hair? What would be the reaction of these big boys becoming dilfs?' (Yami, Fuego and Nozel)

DILFs got me crackling up, bby. i love the idea of that (U ᵕ U❁)

Yami | Fuego | Nozel x f! reader

tw: white hair, wrinkles, slight nsfw, mention of dilf.

Yami Sukehiro

Yami probably wouldn't notice until you did. And you'll tease him a little about it.

"Oh my god, baby! You have a few strands of white hair up here!"

He was snuggled in bed, his face in the crook of your neck while he was trying to take a nap.

"Huh." he grunted a little, "Those brats give me stress everyday, of course I'd get white hairs, baby."

"First you have wrinkles in your forehead at 26, now you have white hair before you're even 30, baby." you chuckled. "you're ageing fast~"

"Doesn't matter since I already have ya..." he pulled you in tighter as he adjusted himself into a more comfortable position. "..you're not gonna abandon me just because I look old, will you? My fragile heart of glass won't take it."

You laughed at his antics, "when I grow wrinkles and white hair, and there are other more beautiful woman out there, you won't abandon me either, right?"

"The more uglier you get, the better, so there won't be any men oogling at you and I get to have you all to myself." he smirked with his eyes closed.

He still looked so charming since you met him years ago, and he was still full of jokes since the very first day. You gave his biceps a playful swat. He didn't even flinch. He loved any form of physical touch you gave him.

"I'll only love you for the rest of my life baby, you're already more than enough for me to handle," he gave your ass a little squeeze, "Although I can't promise I won't take a little peak at pretty ladies from time to time~"

This time you pinched his sensitive spot.

"ow ow ow! I plead guilty baby," he pulled himself up to kiss you on the cheeks, "my eyes are only for you." He cheekily wriggled his brows as he looked at your boobs.

"okay, just take your nap, old man!"

Fuegoleon Vermillion

This man took care of himself well, so he'll find the white hair first hand, by himself while he was brushing his luscious hair one day.

"Honey," he said calmly, "could you come take a look? Is that a white hair?"

"oh my god honey! It is!" you covered your mouth in feigned shock to tease him, "you're getting old~"

"must be the stress from Mereo being at home a lot recently," he grumbled a little. When Mereo was home, she'd bothered both her brothers to no ends, especially Fue. The older sister just loved teasing Fuego.

"should I pluck it?"

"no, no," he held onto your hand, "they say if you pluck it, more grows out. Leave it and it will drop off eventually"

He stood up and held you in his arms, "honey, will you still love me when I'm old and full of grey hair?"

You gave a little chuckle and put both hands on his cheeks, "well, I think you'll be a real dilf when you're old~"

"What's dilf..?" he tilted his head a little, this man was really out of touch with the youngsters lingos nowadays.

You leaned in and whispered into his ears, "Dad I'd love to fuck"

His lips uncontrollably lifted into a smile as he shook his head, "where do you learn all these from, don't tell me Leo has been teaching you such nonsense."

"Hey, I'm young too, y'know? I keep up with the trend."

"Well, to keep up with the trend, I must first be a 'dad'," he carried you in his arms, "and you can help with that~"

Nozel Silva

Well, this royal already has silver hair so I'll write finding wrinkles instead?

He doesn't notice it, until you point it out one day.

"dearest, you're starting to have wrinkles on your forehead!" your fingers tracing them as he sat in bed, reading his book, "stop stressing out so much and then frowning!"

He pouted a little at what you said, "is it bad?"

"Not really.." you pulled back and took another look at him, "you're getting old~"

"I can't deny that I am," he sighed a little, "I'm already 30."

"You're still handsome though," you spoke your thoughts out aloud too quickly, and you both looked at each other for a moment.

Nozel's lips curled into a smile as you felt heat spreading across your cheeks.

"thank you," he stroked your hair, thinking about how cute you are, "but I guess I'll ask the servants to prepare collagen more often now."

You shook your head, realising that it still bothered your husband to be called old.

"You'll be a DILF when you're old, dearest." you winked at him playfully.

His cheeks reddened as a choked a little on his saliva at what he heard.

"You know what's a dilf..?" you were genuinely surprised.

"Yes, I do, honey. It is very unbeco-"

"becoming of a royal~" you finished his sentence for him, rolling your eyes. "how should I put it then, 'a father that I would love to get intimate with' ?"

Nozel chuckled, putting his book down on his bedside table and pulling you in, "since you asked nicely.."

He turned off the lights with his magic.

-end-