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rosyblooom · 8 months ago

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I just finished watching Daisy Jones and the Six and I wanted to ask if you could write a Charles SMAU where his wife passes away from illness and leaves a video behind for him to find happiness. They can have a little child together please. Thank you😊❤️

when i die, i want you to live | cl16 smau

PAIRING: charles leclerc x wife!reader SUMMARY: after battling illness, y/n unexpectedly succumbs to it much sooner than expected, leaving behind her husband and their daughter. 8 months later, charles is not coping very well, so your best friend hands him an envelope addressed to him from you. WARNING(S): mentions of death, sad A/N: ooh i love that show!! anyway, this is my first ever request (!!), so hope it's as u imagined 🫶

creds to @classiclitfreak for proofreading!! <3

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[ caption 1: I sure hope so!😌 ] [ caption 2: my heart is so full🥹💕 ]

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charles_leclerc Today, 27 years ago, is the very special day that brought me my beautiful wife and best friend. Forever grateful for that. Happiest of birthdays to you, Mon cœur ❤️

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yourusername had the loveliest birthday with my dearest people!💕thank you for all the birthday wishes, they've been such a joy! 🥹 here's to another beautiful year, here's to 27🥂

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Three weeks later...

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tmz_tv Tragic news emerged in the early hours of this morning as Y/N L/N-Leclerc, a renowned fashion designer and philanthropist, passed away unexpectedly, just three weeks past her twenty-seventh birthday. Her untimely passing has left her family and friends in shock and disbelief.

In a statement released by her family, it was revealed that Y/N had been battling illness for an undisclosed duration. However, medical professionals had initially estimated a longer prognosis, making her sudden passing even more devastating.

During this profoundly sorrowful time, we extend our heartfelt condolences to Y/N's family.

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scuderiaferrari Due to personal matters, Charles Leclerc will not be continuing racing for the remainder of the season. Ollie Bearman, our reserve driver, will take his place instead.

This was not an easy decision, and therefore we ask that you handle this news with respect and sensitivity.

Our thoughts and support are with Charles Leclerc and his family during this challenging time. 🙏❤️

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8 months later...

Charles enters the living room, ensuring the door closes softly behind him to avoid disturbing his little girl. Running his fingers over his beard, he examines the envelope in his hand and sighs. Y/N’s best friend pressed it into his hand at a dinner party the previous evening, insisting he watch it as soon as he finds the time. And here he is now, holding the thin envelope.

If someone had told him when he was younger that he’d get emotional over something as simple as seeing his wife’s handwriting on paper, he would have scoffed in disbelief. Not him, that would have seemed absurd. Yet here he is, feeling a lump form in his throat over mere black ink on paper.

As peculiar as it seems, he brings the envelope to his nose, and memories of Y/N flood his mind. He can almost feel her soothing touch as she works the knots out of his back after a gruelling day of racing. Inhaling, he feels Y/N’s sweet scent—it is as comforting as her smile.

A smile tugs at Charles' lips as he pictures that infectious grin that lit up his wife’s face at the most unexpected moments. It was one of the things he loved most about her—she had a way of bringing brightness to even the darkest of days.

Shaking his head, he snaps out of the trance, shifting deeper into the living room until he sinks into the welcoming embrace of the couch. There, he retrieves the laptop resting on the coffee table, feeling the weight of the moment as he opens the envelope and extracts a flash drive from within. Rolling it between his fingers, he inserts it into the side of his laptop with a determined motion.

Once all is in place, he watches a file labelled “To my dearest Lover, brightest Heart, and deepest Soul” materialise in his list of files. The sight catches him off guard—his throat constricts, making each breath a struggle, and his eyes well up, though he fights against the tears. Not now. He can't afford it. Allowing himself to be consumed by grief would mean losing precious time, time he needs for his daughter waiting in her playroom down the hallway.

He takes a moment to regain composure, squeezing his eyes shut, focusing on the rhythm of his breath until the tension in his chest begins to ease. With a sharp intake of air, he opens his eyes wide and taps the file, revealing a video. Running his teeth over his lower lip, he hovers the pointer over the play button, then taps the mousepad with a steady hand.

The video opens with Y/N seated on the very same pale couch he’s currently occupying. He places both hands onto the soft sofa, yearning for a connection, a way to feel her, even though he knows he can’t—touching the past is impossible.

Y/N walks toward the camera, readjusting it before taking three steps backward and retaking her seat. Inhaling deeply, she hesitates, her mouth opening, then closing again, like a fish out of water.

“Mon cœur,” Charles whispers, moving the laptop onto the coffee table.

“Hmm,” Y/N drops her hands into her lap and smooths down her flowery dress. She stares directly at the camera, tilting her head sideways with a crooked smile. “I don’t know where to start.”

Her eyes widen. “After all this planning, I still don’t know where to begin.” She lets out a few chuckles and then purses her lips. “Well, I suppose greetings are in order?”

Her expression softens as her brows furrow. “Hello, my darling, my world, my everything.”

“Hey,” Charles whispers, his throat tight with emotion, barely allowing sound to escape.

“Although I'm very happy to see you, if you’re watching this, it means you're not living as I want you to,” Y/N's voice trembles, causing her to pause and swallow. “I know it’s hard, baby. I don’t expect this to be easy on you, but I don’t want you to spend the rest of your life looking back at us in sadness, you know?”

Charles leans forward, elbows on his lap, eyes fixed on the screen, his face tinged with a faint shade of red.

“Remember our first date, when we had to cancel our reservations at that restaurant because you felt sick on the way there?” Y/N bursts into laughter but quickly stifles it, her hand covering her mouth.

“No, no,” Charles pleads softly, shaking his head, “please don’t hide your beautiful smile, my love.”

“It’s not like there was anything you could do about being sick, but I remember feeling miffed because I already had a stressful day, so for you to cancel just like that, it irritated me,” she reminisces with a nod. “But you were quite pale, so I wanted to make sure you got home alright. And we walked, barely talked,” she giggles, the joy reaching her eyes, “but then this little kid appeared, his name was…”

“Benny,” they both say simultaneously, a faint smile tugging at one corner of Charles' lips.

"Boy, was he excited to meet you, his idol. It was like seeing a completely different person. You became someone entirely new for this little boy whom you didn’t even know. Nobody forced you to take time out of your day when he came running, his arms wide open," Y/N says, extending her arms along with the words. "You could’ve just walked away. I mean, you had a reason to: you were sick."

Pausing for a moment, Y/N sits up straighter, leaning forward and shaking her head. "But you didn’t. You put on a brave face, and you turned into Benny’s hero and so much more. I think we stood there with his parents for about half an hour, and you didn’t complain once. And that’s when I knew."

Y/N nods, crossing her legs and slinging one hand behind the sofa. "That’s when I knew you could be the man I was going to marry. And turns out you were," she says, smiling sheepishly. "The love you have for people, for our daughter, it’s… it’s so profound, it’s boundless. So don’t limit it. Don’t you dare limit yourself just because I’m not around anymore."

Her expression turns serious as she exhales. “You’re such a bright light. You bring happiness and purity into people’s lives—into my life,” Y/N presses her hand against her chest. “I don’t want you to dim it. I want you to shine for as long as that candle burns. Don’t let it die prematurely because of bad happenings. There’s so much more to love, to live, to enjoy. And while you may not see me at your side anymore, holding onto D/N, I’m right here.”

Charles sniffles, folding his hands over his mouth as he swallows his sobs, while Y/N points to her heart.

“I’m with you forever and always. I’m protecting you and D/N, and I’m watching over you, making sure everything’s alright.” Y/N releases a sigh before chewing at her bottom lip with a wistful smile. “And part of that means making space for more love, for you. You have a big heart, you know? There’s enough room for you to find happiness with someone new. There’s no shame in it, and there’s no guilt in it. It’s what makes being alive such a beautiful thing: your love is yours, and it’s not confined to just one or two people. You can spread it, and still, our love will remain unchanged.”

Tears stream down the sides of Charles' cheeks as he struggles to maintain his composure, his eyes fixated on the screen as if afraid that if he peels his gaze away for one second, his wife will disappear.

Y/N briefly looks off to the side, her attention seemingly caught by something in the room, before snapping her head back to the camera with a bright smile.

“It seems I have to go,” her shoulders sink.

Charles leans forward, the screen mere inches away from his face, as he strokes the outline of Y/N’s face on the screen, whispering desperately, “Please don’t, mon cœur…”

“I love you so, so much. You and D/N are the most precious gifts, the greatest joys I have had the privilege to experience, so please, please,” she claps her hands together, moving them back and forth, “please…when I die, I want you to live.”

Y/N rises from the couch and walks towards the screen, her eyes unwavering for even a moment. “Give my little girl all my love, and kiss and hug her extra tight for as long as you can, for me.”

Offering one final smile, she blows a kiss at the screen. “I love you. Please don’t stop. Don't stop loving and don't stop living.”

The video freezes with Y/N frozen in place, a beautiful smile etched onto her lips, filled with the purest form of love.

Feeling suddenly overwhelmed, Charles collapses, the weight of the world pressing down on him. He drops his face into his hands and releases all of it: sob after sob after sob. There’s something liberating about finally letting go; the burden pours out of him, leaving behind a fragile yet tranquil Charles as he gazes at the still shot of his beloved wife, whom he adores so deeply.

A soft click draws his attention to the door just in time for it to creak open slowly, revealing his little girl standing there, her favourite yellow teddy bear clutched tightly in her arms.

“Papa,” her voice floats like a gentle breeze.

Charles smiles, opening his arms wide as she runs towards him. He's momentarily winded as she reaches him, but he quickly regains his composure and lifts her onto his lap.

“Hello, my love,” he whispers, touching his forehead to hers.

Her tiny hand pats his cheek, her expression filled with concern. “You’re crying?”

Charles shakes his head, trying to reassure her. “Happy tears,” he explains, “look.” He points at the screen, where Y/N's serene face is frozen in time.

“Maman!” D/N exclaims, slipping from his lap and heading towards the screen. Her small hands tap the screen eagerly as she calls out, “Maman! Maman! Maman!”

“Yes,” Charles swallows, ignoring the pang in his chest as he shifts his focus to his little girl. “You want to see Maman, huh?”

He rises from the sofa and lifts D/N into the air, settling her on his hip. “How about we go take a look at the photo albums, okay? There are lots of beautiful pictures of Maman in there, alright?”

“Maman! Maman! Maman!” D/N continues to exclaim, squirming excitedly in his arms as they walk through the door and down the hallway into the living room.

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f1gossipofficial Nine months after the tragic passing of his wife, Y/N, Charles Leclerc has been spotted for the first time on a beach in Spain with their shared daughter.

Witnesses who captured the photographs above mentioned that he appeared to be coping well, and fans respectfully gave them space while appreciating the sight from afar.

We're glad to see Charles out and about again, and we extend our best wishes to him and his family as they continue to navigate these changes.

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javierpena-inatacvest · 1 year ago

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Kicking

Summary: The past few weeks of your pregnancy, Baby Peña number 2 has been kicking you non-stop. Javi tries his best to help you relax and give you some relief.

Word Count: 3.4K

Pairing: Dad!Javier Peña x Wife!reader (Reader's nickname is Osita, no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex, pregnancy sex, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving) creampie, praise kink, breeding kink (give this man a football team), pregnancy hormones, Javi being the best dad/husband (idk what to tell you guys, he is truly the best)

A/N: This was inspired by an ask I got from an anon a while back, and the Dad!Javi brainrot has been unstoppable the past few days and I missed our sweet little family so here we are again 🤪 I love the Peña's more than life itself!!! Thank you @endlessthxxghts for proofreading and letting me harass you with my endless Dad!Javi thots ILY 😩💕

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“Ouch, that one hurt. You are relentless, aren’t you?” You whispered down to your belly, setting down the dishes you were washing down next to the sink as you rubbed at your slowly swelling stomach. While you had very quickly remembered all the strange and painful sensations of growing a tiny human inside you throughout your second pregnancy, baby number two was definitely giving you a run for your money. Lucy had been easy- The occasional kick or bump, her movement enough to make you feel relieved and excited, but never enough to make you feel miserable. Even though you were still only 6 months pregnant, you were convinced that Baby Two was going to come out as a triple threat soccer star, football kicker and boxer, because their movement day in and day out for the last few weeks had been constant.

“You okay, Hermosa?” With your daughter Lucy hoisted on his hip, Javi paused from helping you to put away the rest of the dishes to turn around towards you, his brow scrunching in concern at the pained look growing across your face as you rested your hand on your stomach.

“Otay Mommy?” Lucy asked, mimicking Javi, making the two of you let out a little laugh, enough to ease you back to washing the dishes you had set down before Baby Peña had started their 15th boxing round of the day in your stomach.

“I’m okay.” You smiled up at Javi, who had made his way behind you, wrapping his free arm around your waist as you stood at the sink, still holding Lucy in the other. “Baby Tutu really likes to kick Mommy’s belly a lot.” You sighed, responding to your daughter, even though the comment was more intended for Javi.

“Baby Tutu!” Lucy beamed at the new nickname she had given her baby sibling, after you and Javi had been referring to them as “Baby Two”, which had quickly turned into “Baby Tutu”, after Lucy had begun babbling it around the house.

Javi frowned, rubbing his hand along the small of your back before leaning down to kiss you on the forehead, feeling guilty at how uncomfortable you had been recently, despite how hard you had tried to power through it. “Mama and Baby Tutu are gonna go lay down and me and you are gonna finish the dishes and get ready for bed, Lil Miss.” It was now Javi’s turn to reply, talking to you through Lucy to try and insist that you go take a break before you pushed yourself too hard and felt even worse.

“Jav, it’s fine, you made dinner and I-”

“Lucy Goosey and I are more than capable of cleaning up and getting ready for bedtime while Mommy gets some well deserved relaxing time, aren’t we, Lucy?” Javi smiled, giving Lucy a little raspberry on her belly, making her squeal and grin in delight as she flapped her arms in Javi’s grasp. “I’ve got her, don’t worry.” Giving your hip a little squeeze, Javi gave you a reassuring nod, almost insisting that you go give yourself a break to at least soothe Baby Two’s fight club antics in the comfort of your bed.

“Thank you, Jav.” You smiled, letting out a relieved sigh, your pregnancy hormones causing your eyes to well with thankful tears for your amazing and understanding husband.

“Of course, Osita. We’re gonna say goodnight to Momma, okay Lucy? Can you say, goodnight Momma, we love you?” Javi cooed at Lucy, prompting her to give you a little wave goodbye as you reached up to pepper a few kisses across her rosy cheeks as she giggled.

“Night night, Momma. Wuv you!” Lucy babbled, reaching out towards you for a hug as you sandwiched her between you and Javi, giving her and Javi one last kiss before you trudged your way across the house and up the stairs towards your bedroom.

Even though you were thankful for Javi taking care of Lucy’s bedtime routine for the night, it hadn’t eased Baby Peña’s soccer tournament in your stomach in the slightest. Even after slipping on one of Javi’s oversized shirts and your pajama shorts, tucking yourself into bed and throwing on the TV to watch the Dallas Stars game that had just started, you could not get anywhere close to comfortable, tossing and turning in your bed, trying your best not to curse in frustration at your incredibly active baby.

“How ya doin’, Momma?” Javi asked, gently closing the bedroom door behind him seemingly finished with putting Lucy down for bed as he began to strip out of his work clothes and into his cotton sleep shorts, tossing the dirty items in the hamper before crawling into bed next to you.

“Your child better grow up to be the next David Beckham.” You groaned, sitting up on your pillows to look over at Javi, with a sympathetic smile spread across his face.

“My kid, huh?” Javi chuckled, laying his hand over your stomach, gently rubbing circles with his thumb against the worn fabric of his shirt you were wearing. “If my kid grows up to be the next David Beckham, I will gladly take all the credit.”

The two of you laughed as you gave Javi a playful shove, rolling your eyes at his joke only to be interrupted by another sharp kick to your side, making you wince uncomfortably. “Ugh, yes, you can get all the credit if you can convince your child to stop bruising my internal organs.” You half grumbled, half laughed, as you readjusted yourself to lay down on your side, now face to face with Javi. “Lucy was never this active, especially this early. I have a feeling we’re gonna have our hands full with this one.”

“A handful just like her Momma.” Javi smiled, snaking his hand under the hem of your shirt to rest his palm against your skin, running his hand back and forth over your belly.

“I don’t know, Jav. I really think this one is a boy.” You huffed, bracing yourself again as another punch landed underneath Javi’s hand, making his face light up, always enamored to feel the baby moving in your stomach, even though you weren’t quite feeling the same.

“I’ll be happy with whatever they are, but I’ll be even happier if they stop trying to hurt their mamá, huh bebito (little baby)?” Javi cooed, leaning over to press a soft kiss on your stomach. “Déjela relajarse, por favor mi amorcito (Let her relax, please my little love).”

Even though this pregnancy didn’t have as much in common with your first one as you would have hoped, if there was one similarity they shared, it was that something about hearing Javi’s voice made your babies relax instantly. Not only did it make your heart absolutely melt every single time, but you also couldn’t have been more thankful that Javi’s sweet sounds were able to bring you some much needed relief.

“Nosotros te amamos mucho Chiquitita, pero su papá necesito ayudar a su mamá relajarse también. (We love you so much, little one, but your dad needs to help your mom relax too). And I would prefer it if you weren’t kicking her while I did it.” Javi smirked, slowly trailing his hands and kisses down your stomach, shooting you a quick wink.

“Javi!” You playfully scolded, giving him a little shove as he scooted his body down the bed, coming face to face with your heat as he ran his hands up and down the soft skin of your thighs, his fingers tugging at the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“You gonna let me help you relax, Hermosa?” Javi mewled, placing languid kisses along the inside of your legs, carefully helping to raise your hips to pull your shorts and underwear off your hips, tossing them to the floor. You let out a content sigh as you leaned your head back against your pillow, feeling Javi’s fingers slide through your folds, collecting the arousal that had already been pooling between your legs since the moment Javi had laid down next to you.

You had gotten to the point in your pregnancy where you were insatiably horny all the time and much to Javi’s delight, he was more than happy to help you with your problem however and whenever he could, even though you had to be a little more strategic (and quiet) this time around with Lucy in the house. Despite the constant kicking that had quite literally been a pain in your side the past few weeks, it was almost like Javi could sense how worked up and needy you were and couldn’t help but feel a little satisfied that he was the only thing that could cure the constant ache between your legs.

Javi nudged your knees open, letting them fall to the sides as he pressed the pads of his fingers against your clit, the sensation making you let out a whimper you tried your best to silence by biting down on your lip. “So wet for me, sweet girl. Gonna take good care of you, Momma. You deserve it. Gotta keep quiet for me though, okay?”

You nodded frantically as Javi easily slid two fingers into your dripping heat, slowly pumping in and out of you as you felt the heat of his breath hovering over your cunt before he licked a long, broad strip through your folds, already making you instinctively buck your hips towards his face.

Javi hooked his free arm around one of your thighs, holding you in place as he began to lap you up, each stroke of his tongue slow and methodical as his fingers began to curl inside you, pressing into the sweet spot that he knew all too well would make you fall apart around him.

You couldn’t help but feel your bottom half squirm against your sheets, reaching down to tug at the dark curls of Javi’s hair, trying to find any sort of relief to keep from being a loud, moaning and whimpering mess as his tongue worked along your cunt, lapping you up like a man starved. His mouth latched along your clit, sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers pumped inside you, making the tingle at the base of your spine already begin to build in a needy desperation.

“Javi, holy fuck- oh my god baby, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You whimpered, somehow managing to keep your voice just above a whisper as Javi pulled away to respond, still keeping a steady pace with his hand as he felt your pussy start to flutter around his fingers.

“I won’t stop baby, you can let go for me, Osita. I’ve got you.”

With that, he was back between your legs, relentlessly working along your heat with his mouth as the the coil in your belly wound so tightly, you were on the brink of snapping.

“Javi, Javi, Javi, oh shit- Fuck, fuck, I’m gonnaahhhhhhhhh.”

With that, your orgasm flooded through your body, pleasure spreading through every inch of you as you clenched around Javi’s fingers, soaking his hand and face with your arousal as you came, using every fiber of your being to keep from screaming out his name as you reached your high.

“Shhhhhh, that’s it, Hermosa.” Javi smirked, squeezing his fingers into the meat of your thigh as you rode out your orgasm, trying to help you keep quiet. Javi peeked his head back up as your breathing began to even out, your chest rising and falling in satisfaction as his kisses began to travel back up your body, stopping at your neck to take extra time to nip along your jawline, his teeth tugging at your earlobe as his voice rasped against your skin.

“Such a good girl for me, Osita. So fucking wet. Fuck, I need to feel you, baby. Can I?”

You nodded rapidly, feeling how hard he already was under his sleep shorts, his erection tenting the cotton fabric and staining it with his precum. “Yes, oh my god, please.” You moaned under your breath, pulling him in for an electric kiss, your mouths meeting with a passionate intensity.

“How do you want me, Hermosa?” He asked, breaking from your kiss. You had gotten to the point in your pregnancy that you were limited on options, which was never a problem since Javi had no problem making you feel incredible however the two of you fucked. Even with how horny you were, and any position would have been fine, Javi was always adamant that you being comfortable was the most important, and would let you call the shots.

“Can you spoon me? I’m not gonna lie, being punched in the gut all day has me exhausted, I’m too tired to get on top. Sorry, that is like, the most unsexy thing to say but-”

“Hey, I’ll do whatever you want, Osita. And it is fucking sexy because you’re growing our future soccer star.” He teased, cradling your face in his hand, pressing a soft kiss on your lips as you laughed, rolling your eyes.

“They better be a star after all the grief they’ve caused me.”

“I’m being serious though, baby. You know I think you are the most beautiful woman on the face of this earth, but seeing you all gorgeous and pregnant? Carrying our baby again? Fuck me, that’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Javi beamed, peppering kisses down your body as he helped you to lay down on your side, gently lifting your legs to put one of his pillows under your knees to prop them up. Javi shuffled his shorts down his legs, kicking them off the side of the bed before scooting behind you on his side, reaching down to stroke himself a few times as he lined up with your entrance, running his cock through your folds and collecting your slick as he caged his chest against your back. “You gonna let me prove to you how fucking perfect you are? Show you how much I love my beautiful fucking wife?”

You could feel his tip begin to slowly press inside your heat, easily sliding in from how wet you were, working his way deeper, taking his time as he buried himself in your cunt inch by inch until he bottomed out, the sweet sting of his fullness making you moan with no regard for your volume.

“Shhhhhhh, I know baby, I know. You gotta keep quiet for me. Don’t wanna wake up Lucy.” Javi rasped in your ear, draping his arm over your body, letting his hand run up and down your side to try and soothe you before he kept going. “Promise you’re gonna be a good girl and keep quiet?”

“Mhhmmmm, please, I promise, I need you Javi.” You whimpered, grinding your bottom half back into Javi, desperate for him to keep going.

“Jesus Christ- fuck, I need you too, Hermosa.” Javi grunted through gritted teeth, slowly pulling out before pressing back into your pussy, taking his sweet time as he savored every stroke. “So fucking wet for me, Osita.”

So wet, that all you could hear in your room was the lewd noises of Javi thrusting in and out of you over your muted moans you were trying to keep contained as you bit down on your tongue.

Each snap of his hips felt deeper than the last, the sweet sting of his stretch making you absolutely lose your mind as he punched against your g-spot at a slow and savory pace, pressing languid kisses along your neck and shoulder as the hot breath of his words hit your skin.

“I love you so fucking much, Osita. I’m so fucking lucky. You’re so perfect. Perfect wife, perfect mom to our daughter, perfect all pregnant and carrying our baby. Can’t wait until I can fuck another baby into you.” As if him whispering into your ear as he fucked into with an intensity and passion that had you reeling, Javi reached his hand around your front, the pads of his fingers meeting your throbbing clit, making you lose all control as a ragged moan escaped from your lips.

Javi’s hand immediately shot up to your mouth, carefully covering it before you got any louder, now trying his best to keep from groaning as he tried to keep you quiet. “I know Hermosa, fuck- fuck, we gotta stay quiet, baby.” Javi convincing himself just as much as he was convincing you, his grunts becoming louder and louder as they rumbled in his chest, feeling your cunt beginning to clench tighter around his cock.

You knew that despite how hard you tried, with how good you felt, and how quickly the heat in your belly was starting to bloom once again, there was no way you were going to be able to stop yourself from keeping quiet. Giving in to the fact that Javi was going to have no choice but to cover your mouth, you wrapped your hand over his, pushing his thumb into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl and suck over it as Javi continued to thrust into you, his pace now starting to quicken as he felt your pussy fluttering around him.

“Fuck- oh fuck me.” Javi groaned, punching deeper and harder against the spot inside you that made you crumble, needing to make you cum again before he fell apart just as quickly as you were. “Touch yourself, baby. I’m not gonna- shit- I’m not gonna last much longer. Need you to cum again. Need you to- fuck- soak my cock before I fuck you full of me.”

You let your hands drop down, reaching between your legs to rub your clit, barely needing any pressure at all before your second orgasm came crashing through you, moaning into Javi’s broad palm wrapped over your mouth as pleasure radiated through every inch of your body.

As Javi felt you fall apart, his thrusts became faster and sloppier, quickly following suit, spilling deep inside you after only a few more pumps, groaning through gritted teeth as he milked himself of every last drop. Resting his forehead against the back of your shoulder, you could feel Javi’s damp curls sticking to your skin as both your chests heaved deeply, trying to catch your breath as you came down from your highs. As Javi lifted his head up, you could feel his lips pressing soft kisses against your back, his fingertips tracing gentle circles on your skin, keeping his chest pressed to yours.

“You okay, Hermosa?” Javi cooed, letting the tips of his fingers dance along your soft skin as he let out a soft hiss, pulling out of your heat, feeling the mix of your spend dripping down your thighs, planting one more kiss on your shoulder before heading off to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth.

“Okay? I’m amazing. You finally got the munchkin to stop kicking and you made me cum so hard, holy shit, this is the best I have felt all day.” You laughed, shaking your head in blissed out satisfaction as Javi gently wiped you up, tossing the washcloth into the hamper as you turned over to face him, cupping his face as your lips met in a tender kiss, a soft smile peeking out the corners of both of your lips. “Thank you.”

“For what, Osita?” Javi questioned, his brow slightly scrunching in confusion as his sweet brown eyes stared back at you, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face.

“For being so amazing. For taking such good care of me, for being such a great dad, I don’t know, I’m so lucky to have you, Javi. I love you.” You smiled, letting tears flow down your cheeks, quickly trying to wipe them away in embarrassment. “Sorry, hormones.” You shrugged, letting out a little laugh as Javi’s thumb gently swiped across your wet face, drying your tears.

“You deserve everything, Osita. Eres mi amor, mi vida, mi todo. Te amo mucho. (You are my love, my life, my everything. I love you so much.)” Javi beamed, pulling you closer to lay against his chest, resting his hand on your stomach, gently rubbing it back and forth. “Mi familia es perfecto. Mi hermosa esposa, mi hermosa mija, mi hermosa futbolista (My family is perfect. My beautiful wife, my beautiful daughter, my beautiful soccer player)." The two of you laughed, looking down at your belly for a moment before letting out a little “oof” as you felt a tiny kick underneath where Javi’s hand was placed.

“Tell your little soccer star they can wait to practice until the morning.”

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pupyuj · 1 year ago

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I came here to ask for some Yujin thoughts bestie❤ So how about soccer player G!P Yujin (Because cock yes) being a massive pervert and having the biggest crush on popular girl reader. Reader is dating someone on Yujin's team that Yujin isn't close with and she just can't help but jerk off and then fucking the reader.

ah, it's my favorite fellow casual yujin enjoyer 🥺

it's really not yujin's fault that you're gorgeous, okay??? the first time you visited the soccer field to visit your boo, you were wearing an outfit that accentuated your curves so good that yujin had to run to the locker rooms bcs she got a terrible boner🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ever since then, she has had this massive crush on you and no matter what she did, she couldn't get over it! not with how you smiled at her in the hallways, or how you would sometimes wave at her during practices and games, or how you discreetly send her a wink or two from time to time 😵‍💫 it was dangerous, it was wrong, and it was not like yujin at all but.. really though, nobody can blame her 🤭🤭

as horny as she was for you, yujin would never let anybody catch her jacking off to you in school! she would be in the safety of her own home, in her room, where she sat on her bed and furiously pumped her hand in and our of her cock,, the memory of your thighs and the slightest bit of your ass cheeks that showed due to the short skirt you were wearing that day stuck in her pervy little head,, she would look so cute too... she just finished studying and wanted to tuck in for night so ofc she would wear her favorite hoodie but fuck she just had to remember you and now here she was, in her loser fit jerking off to her team member's girlfriend 😩

she even moans your name sometimes... and it's probably one of the many things you have that she thinks is pretty! likes to imagine you sucking her off messily, or taking her thick cock in your ass to push herself over the edge 😵‍💫 baby grabbing the sheets and coming all over her blankets :((( probably gets wet dreams of you too!! wakes up all hard in the morning and jacks off once again in the showers.. she's very much obsessed 🥺💕

yujinnie nearly getting a heart attack when she sees you in the locker rooms after practice, half bent over the sink while you touched up your makeup,, fuck she was getting hard at the sight of your skirt bunching up a bit while you leaned over,, "hi, yuj. think you can help me here? i have a date." and ofc yujin doesn't hesitate and immediately comes to your aid... and she looked so cute! hair up, a bit sweaty from practice so her shirt stuck to her skin and showed you the faint outline of her abs, and fuck... that tent in her pants... that huge fucking dick she could never hide even when she tried 😋😋

holding your hair up and asking yujin to kindly assist you in putting it around your neck 🥺 her shaky hands working around you to successfully lock the beautiful necklace behind you. yujinnie making sure the pendant lays on your collarbone and accidentally brushes her hand against your boob, which of course got you smirking bcs god.. how adorable. "do i look pretty, yujin?" to which of course yujin pathetically nodded her head to bcs what else was she going to say?

taking her hands and putting them on your boobs,, you were surprised at how she didn't even hesitate to fight her urges bcs she immediately squeezed and pressed her hard cock against you, even lifting your skirt up just to see how perfect your ass looks on her dick... slipping one of her hands inside your panties and moaning at the feeling of your wet folds?? so pathetic, you could feel her precum leaking through her shorts 😵‍💫 "what're you waiting for, yujin? fuck me. i have a date." you said again and yujin doesn't wait another second before she spins you around,, as much as you'd love to make out with yujin until her head was spinning, you didn't want to mess up your makeup and risk getting found out..

instead, you grabbed yujin shirt and started kissing up her neck, leaving lipstick marks, hickeys, driving her insane once you found all the spots that only made her dick harder.. licking up her sweat, making sure your tongue runs along her jawline.. feeling her sticky abs underneath her shirt—god she was so hot.. how you fucking wished she could pound you every night 😵‍💫😵‍💫

yujinnie lifting you you up, your lower back against the sink, arms on top of the counter to support yourself while she raised your legs over her shoulders and fucked your tight cunt 😩 both of you having the hardest time not to make any sounds just in case anybody was lingering nearby but yujin was too fast, too deep inside, and feels too fucking good that you didn't even bother anymore after a few minutes... her being so turned on at the sight of her big cock disappearing inside your little pussy, somehow managing to sneak a hand between your legs and rub your swollen clit, practically making you scream and lock your legs around her neck...

"mhm.. bet you're such a fucking perv that y-you've thought about this exact situation a lot, huh? a-ah, fuck...! t-that's—shit—that's okay... you're so fucking cute."

"such a bad teammate... fucking one of your buddies' girlfriend.. what would they say if they knew, hm? y-you—"

"please, shut up." yujin gripping your thighs harder and somehow quickening her pace. moans freely escaping her lips, she just couldn't help it :((( pushing her cock deep inside you as she came, rope after rope of cum spilling inside your wills and filling you up like your partner never could?? you fucking knew cheating was worth it, especially if it was for someone as good as yujin 🫣🤨

yujinnie letting her cock sit inside you for a while bcs it just fit so perfectly in there :((( plus, you felt warm, and she liked the way you brushed your fingers through her hair,, "next time, you're taking me home." you whispered, almost laughing when you felt her cock get hard again bcs the thought truly had her mind reeling 😩

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thus-spoke-lo · 1 year ago

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Hey Lo, 💕(omg sounds like hello)😭

I’ve kinda been stalking ur works but I can’t help it🥹 ur like so cool and I love u. 🫶so to help I humbly request this for your writers block:

shanks + kink! Somnophilia

Please and thank you! Hope u get over ur writers block (believe me I know how it is😩)

Hi hun!! Im so glad you like my writing! I’m stoked I got some Shanks requests, I haven’t written for him much (and am glad to change that).

Thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy :)

cw: nsfw/18+; afab!reader, fingering, somno (dubcon) // wc: 514

“Sweetheart?”

The door softly creaks and Shanks enters his quarters to find you passed out, barely clothed, the covers kicked off; the room is warm, the scorching heat of day still lingering as the sun sets over the horizon. His tongue traces along his lower lip as he drinks you in—one arm is thrown over your face, covering your eyes; your t-shirt is half pulled-up, exposing the softness of your belly and the underside of one breast; your legs have fallen open in a lewd display, his eyes drawn to the way the gusset of your underwear is slightly askew, giving him a glimpse of the prize you always let him win. You whine in your sleep, his name leaving your lips in a soft sigh.

He sits beside you on the bed, the mattress shifting enough that you grumble and move your leg, and he waits for you to settle, quieting his breath. Shanks lets his hand creep up your thigh, his fingers sinking into the softness of your skin, and fingers gently run along the gusset of your underwear, feeling the patch of dampness that’s already formed. He smiles, wondering if it’s thoughts of him that are making you twitch in your sleep—if somewhere deep in your imagination, you’re bent over the railing of the ship while he takes you from behind.

Two fingers push aside your underwear and slide inside you, and he bites down on his lip at the sweet moan that this elicits. He waits patiently for a moment for you to adjust, before he carefully pumps in and out of you, slowly at first as he analyzes your facial expressions, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathe through your slumber, then faster as he crooks his fingers up in that way he knows you love, the way you beg him for.

As your breathing becomes more labored, and he feels you start to pulse around him, he moves his thumb up to your clit, making firm, insistent circles over it. It isn’t long before you whimper his name through your haze of sleep, and he feels that clenching around his fingers, hard spasms that turn into flutters, as he pulls every last bit of pleasure from you.

Shanks carefully slides his fingers out of you and moves your panties back in place, bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste the sweetness of you. He watches as you suddenly stir, a sweet, sleepy groan leaving your lips as you stretch and wrench open your heavy eyelids to see him beside you.

“Hey baby, sorry, must’ve fallen asleep,” you mumble, and Shanks can’t help the perverse grin that creeps across his face as you press your thighs together, finally noticing the last pulses of your orgasm, and you utter a soft “Oh…” and smile at him sheepishly.

He leans in, grasping your chin in his thumb and forefinger and turning you towards him, relishing in how cute you are when you’re embarrassed. “Aw, what’s got you so flustered? Dreaming about me again, sweetheart?”

#lo’s requests #lo’s mailbox #red-haired shanks x reader #shanks x reader #one piece smut #shanks smut #lo writes #tw.somnophilia #tw.somno

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cocogum · 9 months ago

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The unconventional marriage between Yugo and Amalia.

Before I jump into it, I’m going to first talk about my personal thoughts on this moment:

💖💖💖❤️‍🔥❤️❤️‍🔥💕💕❤️💖💖❤️❤️❤️WE WON, WE GOT FED OMG THEY’RE SO CUTE TOGETHER, KISS MORE‼️‼️‼️‼️I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT MY WHOLE LIFE I’VE WATCHED YOU GUYS GROW UP FUCK‼️‼️‼️❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥✨✨❤️‍🔥💖💖❤️‍🔥😭❤️❤️💕😭😭😭😭😭✨💖✨🥰🥰✨💖✨❤️‍🔥

Now that we got that out of my system, let’s begin explaining what happened.

The scene starts with Yugo and Amalia, holding a bouquet of flowers, walking side by side together.

At first, I thought she was carrying the flowers for Armand’s grave but it turns out that they were both walking together TO THEIR WEDDING.

(now that I think about it, it actually makes sense that Amalia won’t be carrying flowers for Armand’s tree grave cuz like…she’s a sadida. Giving flowers to another sadida, especially a DEAD ONE sounds very disrespectful lol)

I’m guessing there was a slight time skip between the necrome war and the wedding because we can see Armand’s tree, which had been just a bud in Amalia’s hands during the fight, look like it grew up a bit underneath his parents’ tree shades.

Once the two walk up to the altar, they stand side by side and hold hands while facing the others who have come for them. We can see the Percedal family with Poo, Cleophee with Black Ink and Elaine, Dathura, Renate and Canar (Amalia’s two closest servants), Alibert with Grougal, Chibi, Adamaï, and Ruel. As well as Kerubim and Atcham (Joris doesn’t seem to be there though or maybe he’s just too short that we can’t see him 😭😭).

Not to mention that we can also see the elite eliatropes standing in the back and the sadidas too!

However, as soon as the two face the crowd together, Yugo decides to teleport him and Amalia away from the ceremony, causing the people to gasp at that sudden choice.

This was obviously not a planned decision that had been added to the occasion which is why even Amalia had been caught off guard by the act.

But once she takes a second to realize her surroundings, she knows she shouldn’t be afraid and so, she simply smiles back at Yugo knowing it’s just the two of them now, way up high in the skies.

They hold onto each other without the need to say anything, knowing full well that the other is just as happy to be together like this. To feel like for once, in a speck of a minute, there’s no danger to fight. There’s no big evil they need to defeat, no psychopath trying to eradicate the gods for vengeance, no big demon coming to have some fun, and no lost soul trying to live like in the old days.

They can finally enjoy the moment they’ve been waiting for so long, after so many challenges, unspoken words that needed to be said but couldn’t be told, and the many foes they faced.

For once, it’s just them up in the skies.

And that’s when they truly kiss without any regrets or doubts. They’re not thinking about anything else.

They can just think about themselves for now.

Here they are omg!! My babies are finally together!! 😩❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️❤️❤️❤️💖💖💖

Can you believe that? It’s been a lot more than six years that we’ve been waiting for this very moment and here they are finally married and happy to be with each other like this!! 😭😭

I actually DID NOT expect to see these two getting married in the last episode but I’m so glad I did cuz my heart literally jumped out of its place and made me choke on my soda (i chose pineapple flavor for some reason).

Now that we’ve got our feelings out of the way, it’s time we analyze this wedding scene much more closely.

At first glance, Yugo and Amalia’s wedding was very sweet and beautiful, something that was deserved for the two after being apart and filled with problems on their respective sides.

It’s so sweet in fact that it stands out from any other weddings we’ve seen in Wakfu (yes, even the attempted one with Count Harebourg and Amalia) but I’ll use Dally and Eva’s wedding as the main example.

Usually, when there’s a marriage in the World of Twelve, we’ve seen the white dresses and suits, and especially the glowing happy vibes that the wedding is giving. We’ve seen it with Dally and Eva’s wedding back in the OVAs.

Evangelyne was wearing a white dress while Dally was wearing a good suit that properly dressed him up completely. They had the Sadida ruler, King Oakheart, acting as the priest in charge of the wedding. They then exchanged their wedding rings and waited for the king to end the ceremony so they could seal it with a kiss.

That is what you call a proper wedding, a classic one to be more specific.

So when we compare their marriage with Yugo and Amalia’s, one can’t help but distinguish the differences in what happened during their ceremony.

And boy is it different.

First detail we can notice is the clothing. Amalia may be wearing the royal white cape but that is just what Armand wore. So the cape cannot count as classic clothing for the wedding because it is a common piece of clothing that the Sadida ruler(s) wear while on the job. It may not look very clear at first but if you zoom in on what Amalia is wearing, she seems to have put on the same usual clothing we see her wear at all times except that it now has the white color and the leaf is green, the color symbolizing how a new age came and the kingdom now has proper rulers.

We can technically say that Amalia’s choice of clothing for the wedding would be somewhat acceptable but since she has only changed the color of the same clothes she wears every day, we cannot count this as classic wedding attire.

As for Yugo, his clothes are much easier to declare that they are not fit to be worn for a proper wedding. He’s been wearing his hood and combat suit this whole time and even on this special day, he hasn’t taken them off.

It’s clear to say that these two did not respect the clothing rule for their own wedding.

Second detail we can notice are the rings. Usually, lovers often use wedding rings to symbolize their union as well as their commitment to one another. Dally and Eva perfectly demonstrated that rule by exchanging their rings with each other (despite how they’re actually brass knuckle rings but that still counts since that’s the iop way for ya lol).

Notice how neither Yugo nor Amalia has a ring for each other. Instead, they hold hands, symbolizing the union they have made between their people.

Third detail we can notice, there’s no priest. Unlike Dally and Eva who had the king for that, Yugo and Amalia did not choose anyone to begin the ceremony. They simply addressed their union by themselves.

Fourth detail we can notice is the audience. Compared to Dally and Eva’s wedding, the audience for Yugo and Amalia mainly consists of their friends and family. The others are the elite eliatropes and some sadidas.

Because of those stark differences, it’s clear to see that the ambiance in Yugo and Amalia’s wedding is far calmer and more private compared to Dally and Eva’s which is more public and much louder.

So now that we’ve got all the points that differentiate these two marriages, we’ve only got one question left:

Why are they different in the first place?

Dally and Eva are not royals and yet they seem to have filled all the boxes for having a perfect-looking wedding.

How did Yugo and Amalia, a god-king and a princess, manage to get a much simpler and calmer wedding compared to these two?

This wasn’t a coincidence. This wedding looks much smaller than what Dally and Eva had. According to Armand’s tree grave, which seemed to have grown up a bit, this suggests that Yugo and Amalia did have the time to prepare a bit more for their wedding but they simply chose not to.

In the special episodes, just right before Dally and Eva’s wedding had even been planned, Eva had specifically stated that no one bothers Dally for a week which implies that after that week of rest, these two must’ve gotten help from the sadidas to organize this whole event for them.

This means that Yugo and Amalia could’ve done the same thing and asked for something just as good, or better since they’re royals after all. But compared to Dally and Eva, they definitely had more time to ask since we know that trees don’t grow fast (I’m talking about Armand’s tree grave) and yet, it feels like they’ve just kept it simple.

But why?

My take on the matter is this:

Because Yugo and Amalia are not supposed to have a normal relationship. Therefore, everything they do usually strays away from anything remotely expected of them to have in a relationship.

For god’s sake, Yugo literally teleported him and Amalia AWAY FROM EVERYONE DURING WHAT SEEMED LIKE THE MIDDLE OF THE CEREMONY.

Their public wedding was specifically a political one. Which is why it would explain the lack of rings.

It was a happy political wedding however since Yugo and Amalia do harbor feelings for each other (suppressed feelings that they are now free to let out of course). But that’s when Yugo completely surprises Amalia, along with the others, when he brings her up in the skies, taking her away from everyone.

That sly dummy wanted her all to himself.

The wedding was so unconventional and they knew it. But they did not care. As long as they are together, they’ll be fine. After waiting for so long and finally having each other, properly planning their wedding doesn't seem as important anymore.

That’s why the ceremony was so different compared to the Percedals.

Note: Eva and Dally’s marriage was such a classic that Eva even had to wait for Dally to propose to her when she could’ve just been the one to initiate the first move. She even knew that Dally had been planning on asking for her hand and she deliberately waited. The only thing that isn’t considered classic in their marriage was getting children before the wedding lol

#wakfu #ankama #krosmoz #wakfu yugo #wakfu amalia sheran sharm #wakfu amalia #amalia sheran sharm #wakfu yumalia #yumalia #wakfu yugo x amalia #yugo x amalia #wakfu season 4 #wakfu s4 #wakfu analysis #wakfu analyses

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lefthandedhotch · 7 months ago

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hi lin <3 last year i sent u asks about bodyguard!hotch and i’m thinking abt him again 😩 (this is not a request i just need to tell someone my thoughts hehe) but famous!reader being under the protection of the bau but u keep cheekily flirting with aaron and u briefly catch him checking u out from a distance so u wink and smirk at him. and on ur last day u flirt with him again and he surprises u cupping ur face with one hand and saying ‘maybe if we met under different circumstances’ and smirks

hiiiiiiiiiii <33

PLS! so handsome!!!!! at first you’re just flirting with him because he’s there and he’s handsome and you need something to take your mind off of the fact that you need literal fbi protection but then you start spending more time with him :( and you start to Really Really like him :( especially when you’re having a bad night because you’re really scared about what’s going on and you can’t sleep at all so you go down to make yourself some calming tea or a drink to help yourself relax and you find aaron still awake on the couch (in the worlds cutest pajamas and white tshirt that make you SWOON) reading a book and when he smiles over at you, you take your cup and go sit with him on the couch fully intent on bugging him about why he’s still awake to distract you from the fact that you are 🤭 but!!! he clocks you immediately and asks if you’re okay or if you want to talk about being scared :( and he’s just so so sweet to you and lets you hang out with him until eventually you get sleepy and he helps you back up to your room but after you get all settled in bed he goes to leave until you grab his wrist and whisper “please stay. at least until i’m asleep” and he does <3 with that worried furrow stuck right between his brow because he cares about you a lot and when you’re deep asleep and snoring (despite the fact that you were Adamant that you don’t snore 🤭) he squeezes your hand that’s still all wrapped up in his and he promises you that he’s gonna keep you safe 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

#anon!#bodyguard!aaron #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #.ask #SOBS! WEEPS!#this is so soft and gentle :( and i love him :(#and him being so cheeky when you guys have to say goodbye at the end of the case PLS!!!!!!!!#of course if he checks his go bag he’ll find a little thank you note with your cell number in it <3 #and a PS telling him that you already miss him 🤭

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darkbluekies · 2 years ago

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oooh i liked cloud anon's ask! Can i get a normal day with silas? (Can't be that normal considering this man has a few screws loose) how would it be?

Also girl i saw you first on the yandere x reader tag that i always use and 💖💗💕 proud😩🤧 KEEP GOING!!!

first anon

[Ah, thank you so much! There has been some new people here these last few days, so I'm happy people seem to like my stuff !!]

Silas headcanon: normal day

mafia!yandere x reader

warnings: killing, mentions of drugs, blood

The days he can wake up with you are the ones he treasure the most, like today.

He wakes up before you, around 9:30am and pulls you into his arms, kisses your forehead and makes himself comfortable in the new cuddle position.

When the clock hits 10am you wake up.

All Silas wants to do is to stay in and cuddle but sadly, he's a very busy man.

He tucks you in and tells you to continue resting before dressing himself and making his way downstairs.

He tells the chef to prepare breakfast for you and walks into his office.

Silas' days either consists of paperwork and meetings or field work.

Today contains both — a few men will come over to discuss a man that have been stealing drugs from Silas and then they will go out and make sure that he'll never steal from him again.

Around 1:30pm, he eats his first meal — steak.

He also takes your food up to you and smiles when he sees your eyes light up at the steaming hot noodles.

At 4pm, his acquaintances come over and they start discussing what to do with the man who dares steal from him.

Around 8pm, Silas eat another steak ... this man loves meat.

Around 9pm, they make themselves ready to go out by packing guns and putting on all kinds of protection.

Everytime Silas have to go out on field work, he always goes to tell you how much he loves you, in case he doesn't come back.

He takes you in his arms and kisses you in a deep, almost frightened manner — now that he has you, he has something to actually come back to, something to live for ... and he's terrifed that he won't survive.

Out on the field, he often gets hurt and tonight's no exception.

He returns to his house at 2:34 am with blood all over his body and torn clothes.

He walks into the bedroom and into the bathroom that's connected to the same room to take a shower.

Everytime he comes back from a field job, he is filled with adrenaline and has the urge to show you his love, show you how happy he is that he's alive.

When hes in bed around 15 minutes later, he holds you close to him while whispering about how 'you're only his, you'll never be apart, no one else will have you' — Silas' type of love language.

He never wants to show you the horrific situations he puts himself in, he wants you to be his distraction, his light in the darkness.

Around 3am, he finally manages to fall asleep with you in his arms, feeling happier than ever.

#yandere headcanons #yandere mafia #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #first anon <3 #yandere talks #yandere drabbles #yandere blurb #yandere imagines #yandere fics

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lanawinterscigarettes · 14 days ago

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OOPS my ask did go through omg 😭😭😭 it was the same thing so you don't have to answer it 😩 thank you!!!! I enjoyed the hcs so much...

a fun one i thought was a drabble/fic of rachel being extremely possessive and jealous so she doesn't just mark you with kisses but also writes that someone 🙂 is the property of miss rachel green

hehe thank u for indulging me - ✨️

you're very welcome! it makes me so happy to know you enjoyed it 🥰 I love all the requests you send in, so I really hope you like this one too 💕

Property of Rachel Green (Rachel Green x gn reader)

Warnings: jealous/possessive Rachel, not explicit smut but there's definitely suggestive elements involved, hickeys/marking kink

Rachel scowled as she watched you chat with one of your coworkers by the counter in Central Perk. She crossed her arms and slumped down further in her spot on the couch, trying to ignore the tight feeling of jealousy that was currently constricting her chest.

She made mocking mumbles under her breath at your coworker's responses whenever she heard them speak until Monica finally interjected. "If you're so upset by what's going on, why don't you go over there and do something about it?"

The blonde perked up at the idea immediately. "You know what, Mon, that's a great idea. I'm gonna go do just that." She got up from the couch, carefully smoothing out the fabric of her outfit and adjusting her hair until she heard Monica speak again. "Oh, for God's sake, Rachel, you look fine. Now, just go over there already."

Nodding at her words, she quickly made her way over to where you were still speaking with your coworker, someone who was absolutely gorgeous if Rachel did say so herself. Not quite as gorgeous as she was, naturally, but still, with you talking to them for so long she obviously had reason to be upset.

Much to her delight, you wrapped an arm around her waist immediately, tugging her in closer before turning to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, honey," she cooed in delight at the show of affection, shooting your coworker a subtle nasty look.

"Hey, sweetheart. How's it going?" You seemed oblivious to what was going on, and it seemed to her as if you were completely unaware of the envy lurking just beneath her sickeningly sweet surface.

"Well, it's certainly going even better now that you're here." Her voice was a low purr when she spoke, and she punctuated her statement by leaning in to give you a kiss, which you accepted gladly. "I saved you a seat," she added while gesturing back to the couch behind her, a not-so-subtle way of stating that she didn't want you ignoring her any longer for some other random person, whether you worked with them or not.

You picked up what she was trying to get across immediately. "It was nice talking to you. I'll see you tomorrow," you politely excused yourself from the conversation before allowing your girlfriend to tug you back in the direction of the friend group's usual spot.

Despite knowing you were referring to when you'd see them at work the next day, Rachel still rolled her eyes at your words. See you tomorrow. Yeah, and when they did they were going to know even further you were already taken for, that much was sure.

She spent that entire night having round after round of sex with you. You weren't quite sure what had gotten into her that had her begging for more even after you'd already finished a round, but you weren't exactly complaining about it.

The next day, you struggled to find a shirt that had a collar high up enough that would help to hide all the hickeys she'd left behind on your neck. "Here, sweetie. Why don't you wear this one?" She suggested with a sweet smile.

Of course you took her advice, giving her an appreciative kiss as you went to go put it on. She smirked as she watched you, having spritzed the shirt with some of her perfume so you'd smell like her and be reminded of her all throughout the day (hopefully it would remind your coworkers of her, too, especially the one you bumped into at the coffee shop).

Stil unaware of her plan, you continued with getting ready for the day while she sat scheming. There had to be something else she could do to let them know that you were hers. And then it hit her.

The passionate kiss she pulled you in for right as you were about to leave was thankfully distracting enough for her to be able to tape a sign to your back without you knowing- not one that said "Kick Me", but one that had "Property of Rachel Green" written on it instead. She could only imagine the reactions your coworkers would have when they saw it.

And if you happened to return from work a teensy bit frustrated with her for putting it there in the first place, let's just say she already had a few plans on how to calm you back down again.

End notes: do I already have an idea for a part two for this? maybe 🤭

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yandere-yearnings · 4 months ago

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I tried, but Im also running on 3 hrs of sleep, IDK how he actualy looked like as a teen, but I imagine he was a lanky, greasy (former) twink, also he's dringing one of those small canned coffee. thats also his first ciggy lmao, IDk whats going on anymore, but I just kept drawing sebastion.

AHHAHJDJSK HE'S PERFECT???? THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME SMTH TO SMILE ABT TODAY, I APPRECIATE IT SM😭💕 i am absolutely in love w/ how smooth your lineart is and the attention to detail like,, you drew his little two wolves shirt and the choice of colours for it is literally so pleasing to my eyes (i want one😩) i love the chain on his trousers too!! AND HIS HAIR😭😭 I LOVE WHAT YOU DID W/ IT SM IT SUITS HIMMMMMMM IT'S SO PRETTYYYYY❗️❗️ also, sidenote but i really love the bg as well and how you outlined him on it bc it really makes for the prettiest composition🥺✨️

really hope you can get some rest as soon as you can btw bc ik running on low sleep is literally the worst feeling ever😔💔 make sure to take care of yourself, okay?? hope you've been doing well🥺🩷

i'd say you imagined him really well bc he was actually all of those things. sun and dice's fridge when they were teens was full of canned coffee and carrots (the carrots were sun's😭). you're kinda making me wanna write dice in his emo era, he stole his first cigarette from his aunt and you can bet he coughed the shit out of his lungs🤧

(gonna totally make dice play stardew valley, meeting sebby is gonna be like looking at his past self watch him get passive aggressive if you tease him abt it)

really, thank you so much for sending this in and taking the time out of your day to draw it bc it has genuinely made me the happiest. i actually saw this ask and i stopped and was like;

i will never be able to put the feelings into words but my heart feels so incredibly full and I'm just honestly so grateful, i can't say it enough😭❤️

#lovenotesfromdar #Dar's Dice #yandere #yandere oc #oc #other's art #male yandere #male oc #yandere male #yandere boy #for bad days #♡ dar's precious mutuals

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year ago

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You Feel Like Home To Me 💕✨

Part two to Home

Summary; Eric is sniffing around you once more which causes Eddie to have some realisations. Or alternatively, the one where Eddie gets a clue.

Warnings; Jealous Eddie, fluff, a bit of angst. 18+, minors dni. Friends to lovers, Eddie gets a clue ;)

If you enjoyed this then lmk 💕

Also is anyone experiencing trouble with the tags tonight? This is my second repost ✨ Annoying as heck 😩💕

Do not copy, reuse or repost my work.

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When you woke up after the party with a pounding headache and memories flooding back to you from last night, you were immediately embarrassed.

You told Eddie that he was so cute, that you wished he liked you. Shit!

What the hell did you say to him when you next saw him? How did you explain yourself?

Maybe you could just pass it off as being tipsy and Eddie would accept that.

You had hidden his you felt for so long so hiding it for a little longer wouldn't matter.

All you knew is Eddie had looked after you and you knew he cared for you as a friend, so in no way were you going to jeapordise that.

Somehow you had to move on from Eddie because you knew he would never return your feelings;.

💕✨💕✨

Eddie couldn't wait to see you. The new Nightmare on Elm Street movie was out and he was psyched to take you to go and see it.

Robin and Steve were coming along too and it was going to be a great night to just hang with friends, maybe smoke a little weed, bliss.

Things had been a little strange since the party, he has only saw you once since then and you hadn't brought up what you said after the party so he didn't either.

There was no way he was bringing up how you made him feel, that you felt like home because he didn't understand it himself.

Hopefully things would go back to normal soon...

What Eddie hadn't counted on was walking into Family Video and a grumpy Steve greeting him.

"Munson" he nods and Eddie claps him on the bag.

"What's up Steve? Not enough babes for you today?" he teases and Steve actually does crack a smile.

"Shit dude, it's him. He's been coming in for days. Annoying prick" Steve points to where you're working and Eddie stiffens.

Eric is there, a smarmy grin on his face and he is making you smile, the smile that's usually only reserved for him.

He doesn't like that one bit. Steve is right Eric is a prick, a handsy prick who's lucky he still has teeth after what occurred at the party.

You peer up at him and beam while rushing over to him. "Eddie"!

He never tires of the way that you light up when you see him. Your expression is what he feels inside every time he sees you.

"Hey princess. You ready for movie night?" at this point Eric struts up to you both and as you leave Eddie's arms, Eric smugly slings an arm around your shoulder.

Eddie's stomach clenches and he tries his best not to give into the urge of ripping Eric's arm right of you.

This concerns him because he's protective of you for sure but this feels so much more than that.

He's jealous, he's never been jealous at least like this anyway... This is different. The emotion fills him and all he wants to do is keep you close and away from those grabby hands of Eric's.

Coming in here. Flirting with my girl he fumes. Wait a minute... My girl.

You weren't his. Sure he thought you were smart, beautiful and sweet, amazing and funny but you weren't his

Fuck, he'd like you to be though, he really would and that's why things never worked out with Penny or Monica or any of the others.

Well shit...

💕💕

Much to your surprise, Eric had decided to join you at the movies, which had put Eddie in a foul mood.

You figured it was because Eric was encroaching on your time with Eddie.

It's not like you had met many of his dates, if you did meet them they didn't last long, Eddie never really had any girl that stuck around, it's like he was waiting for the perfect girl but just hadn't met her yet.

So maybe Eddie was jealous of Eric a little bit because he was scared that he would lose you as a friend.

That would never ever happen. Still, it's not like you could stay single all of your life while pining over Eddie.

He would meet an amazing girl eventually, you know you needed to move on from him and maybe giving Eric a chance was the way to do that.

Eric's arm casually slips around yours as he sits in the middle between you and Eddie.

"Hey, Munson. Scram. Three's a crowd dude" The look on Eddie's face makes you sense danger as his brown eyes flash.

"You know, I think I'm fine right here" Eddie growls and Eric shrugs.

"Suit yourself, dude"

The next half hour is the most awkward of your life as Eric flirts shamelessly with you and Eddie is concentrated on the movie, though his demeanour is tense.

Halfway through it, you're thirsty and Eddie offers to get you a drink. Eric follows him and your nerves grow even more as you exchange a glance with Robin and Steve.

This was not going to end well...

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Eddie didn't know why Eric followed him, he was getting on his last nerve.

"Dude, this is going great. Gotta say think I'm going to score tonight" Eric nudges him and Eddie stiffens.

"What?" Eric grins and throws an arm around him, Eddie thinks for a brief few seconds about punching Eric in his stupid smug mouth and shrugs his arm away.

"Come on man, tell me. You've tapped that right? Spill the deets" fury fills him and he glares at Eric.

"Don't talk about her like that" he warns him who did the douchebag think he was?

Didn't he realize how special you are? How any guy would be lucky to be with you. Of course, it would help if Eddie thought at least one guy was good enough for you but he didn't.

Not even Steve and he liked Steve a lot.

"I'm warning you, man. Shut up if you know what's good for you" Eric's smug smirk falls at these words and he snorts.

"Lighten up man. She's single, isn't she? Or are you in love with her or some shit?" Eddie doesn't hear anything else the douchebag says, he's coming to the realisation on something he should have known anyway.

Something he's suspected for a while but especially in the last few days.

He loved you and he was a fucking idiot for not seeing it any sooner.

"Really, Munson you think she's going to like a freak like you? Give me a break" Eric doubles over laughing and something inside Eddie snaps.

"Shut the fuck up. I mean it" he tells him coldly and all the colour drains from Eric's face before he laughs again, cocky as shit.

"Bet it will eat you up if I get there first huh?"...

At this point, Eddie stalks up to Eric but before anything can happen he hears you call his name.

"Babe, you gotta get your guard dog on a leash or something" Eric nods to you and you scowl, placing a tender hand on Eddie's chest before he lunges for Eric.

"I think you should go," you say to Eric who gapes, then shrugs.

"Whatever, got plenty of chicks I can score with" Ugh, you watch him go feeling disgusted.

Okay so Eric was definitely out of the picture, however you turn to Eddie still pissed at his attitude as well.

"We need to talk"

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You follow Eddie out beyond pissed as he calls Eric a few choice names. The ride home is fraught with tension and Eddie follows you inside as he still mutters about Eric.

It's all true, yeah but you're still annoyed at his attitude before Eric showed his true colours.

"Yeah he was a dick Eddie but before I knew that you were in a mood about something"

He swallows. ''That asshole was only after one thing"

"If he was a nice guy would you have the same problem?" he's silent then he speaks again.

"I would if he was an asshole who just wanted one thing"

"What does it matter? You sleep with women all the time so what does it matter if I wanted to sleep with a guy? No strings, no feelings just like you do?" you snap.

He doesn't say anything for a moment then looks you dead in the eye, resolve on his features.

"Yeah, and none of them works out and I've finally realised why" You pause and wonder what he means, motioning him to finish what he's saying.

"I'm in love with an amazing woman and I want her to know that she's the best thing that's ever happened to me and she feels like home"

Oh... your stomach sinks and you're desperate to show that you're happy for him even though your heart is breaking so badly.

"Oh, that's...that's great" he walks over to you and cups your cheek, his eyes warming.

"Oh, princess, come on. You know it's you I'm crazy about" You're stunned for a few seconds then break out into an ecstatic smile, trying very hard not to cry.

"Really?" he blushes as your hand entwines with his.

"Yes, took me long enough to realize, I think deep down I always knew. Seeing you with that douchebag was a wake-up call. I love you, sweetheart, you're my world, my home. I hope you know that"

All the anger and tension has faded from your body and your teary - happy tears - as you listen to Eddie's confession.

"I love you too Eddie" You kiss him and he pulls you closer to him, deepening the kiss.

"I'm sorry I got so jealous, I'm sorry I was with those women when I should have realised it was you I wanted"

You kiss him again and he holds you close, you fit perfectly in his arms and contentment fills you. It's been such a whirlwind of a day but it couldn't have ended any better.

"It's okay, you did realise. You're here with me right now and all I want to do is feel your lips on mine" he grins.

"As you wish princess"

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Eddie marvels at you in his arms, naked body pressed close to his. The rise and fall of your breathing as you make love.

Sex has never felt like this before, it feels so incredible and he knows it's because it's with you.

"I love you" he looks deep into your eyes as he says this and your warm smile makes his heart skip a beat.

You whisper against his neck as you press kisses over it, that you love him too.

He holds you close to him, fireworks explode in his mind as you clench around him tight.

"Eddie" your soft moans drive him wild and he orgasms, spilling his seed inside you, he captures your mouth with his in soft kisses as your back arches and you orgasm whispering his name over and over again.

He smiles as you fall asleep in his arms, he presses a tender kiss to your forehead.

It's you, it's always been you. Now that you're his, he feels at peace, content.

Because you're his home, you always have been. Always will.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst

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neteyamslovrr · 2 years ago

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hey love, i just wanted to tell you how AMAZING you are at writing and i would inject all of your works into my veins if i could 😩🙏🙏 and i was wondering if you could pls do numbers 18 + 24 with neteyam for your 2k event(congrats!!💕🥳)

DATE NIGHT

hi lovely thanku sm for your kind words!! for context i changed the wording of prompt 18 slightly so it made more sense in the context. hope u enjoy lovelies!!

Every week you and Neteyam would designate a night to yourselves. Where there was no worries about the sky people or the burdens of leadership. It was just two souls loving each other, breathing in the company of the other.

Today was that day. You were looking forward to it dearly as your morning was swamped with taking care of the injured, collecting herbs and creating more medicine for the Tsa’hik. All you wanted was to lay in the strong arms of your beloved while listening to his heartbeat.

So as dusk approached, and you were starting to pack up your things you heard the familiar steps of your mate. Looking up you saw his smiling face, happy to see you after such a long day his strong arms took you in for a tight embrace. “I missed you today beautiful.” His ran his hands up and down your back, squeezing you tight as he felt the tension in his body leave him.

“I missed you more.” You mumbled into his skin, pressing light kisses to his collarbone. “Are we going out tonight ‘Teyam?” His body stiffened under your touch, his happy smile turning in a disappointed frown.

“Dad just told me that there’s intel of sky-people transporting weapons, we would’ve planned for it better, but we only just got the news. I think we’ll have to move tonight.” He was disappointed, he didn’t like to cancel on you, especially when you were the only one he wanted to be with.

You nodded, you couldn’t argue with him. You lived in war, this was life. But you cant help but be disappointed, you looked forward to being with him tonight. “Well, you be safe okay? I always need you to come back to me.” Neteyam smiled, giving you a soft kiss on the lips, fingers grazing your hips.

“I always will.” You gave him one last kiss before he went to his ikran. With a sigh you finished packing up your stuff.

You had taken the liberty to walk towards the river, bioluminescent lily pads decorating the water as you kicked your feet in the cool water.

The anxiety that took over you whenever Neteyam was involved in the war was gut-wrenching. Worries that he wouldn’t make it back to you was enough to make you feel as if you could cry until your tears suffocated you.

The river was always a calm place for you, the soft stream of the water, the sounds of the wildlife around you, the comforting smell of the flora. It was bliss to you. The only thing that would make it better would be for your mate to share the bliss with you.

However, that bliss left quickly as you heard a rustle in the bushes behind you. Ears perked up, knife ready to be used as you left the river crouching in a hostile position.

But it was no danger as the sound revealed itself. It was your beloved, Neteyam. “Be calm it is just me.” He put his hands up as you put your knife back your sheath.

“Do not scare me like that!” You gave him a light push, as he chuckled nodding. “Why are you here? Should you not be with Jake? Did you cancel plans for me?” Neteyam nodded, his hand coming up to brush the stray hairs out of your face.

“I wouldn’t say cancel, but it was not a mission where I was needed so father let me go. So I could spend the night with my beautiful girl.” You pulled him into a tight hug, rocking him side to side as joy took over you. Happy that you got to have your date night with him.

“I am so glad you’re here yawne, how mad would you be if I kissed you?” Neteyam gave you a confused look.

“Why would I ever be mad to be kissed by you?”

“I am just happy you’re here, my brain is malfunctioning.” Neteyam smiled down at you, how could anyone be this precious.

“You’re a skxwang.”

“Hey!”

“A pretty skxwang!” Neteyam laughed bringing you closer to his body, so your chests touched. Leaning down to enclose your lips in a kiss, sharing the love and care to you towards the connection of your bodies. “Would my pretty girl like to go for a swim tonight?”

“Of course I would, my handsome boy.”

tags: @8resa @ilovejakesullysdick @neteyamsblog @live-laugh-neteyam @reyalvr @trashfox

thankyou sm for reading!!

#neteyam #neteyam oneshot #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #avatar2oneshot #avatar #avatar2 #avatar the way of water #neteyam fluff #neteyam angst #neteyamcomfort #neteyam imagine #neteyam headcanons #neteyam sully #jake sully #lo'ak #avatar imagine #avatar oneshot

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jeonqkooks · 2 years ago

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isn't it romantic? | myg (prologue)

⟶ SERIES MASTERPOST

Many things in life have a polar opposite: left and right, night and day, yin and yang, you and Min Yoongi... Hopeless romantic meets gloomy cynic. The only thing you seem to share is a magazine column but even then, you still can’t seem to understand how Yoongi can be called ‘The Love Doctor’ when he is the antithesis of everything love represents.

pairing: yoongi x f!reader; past taehyung x f!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genre/warnings: coworkers to lovers, fluff, angst, eventual smut; crying, central themes of cheating, that's pretty much it for the prologue

word count: 777

note: the yoongi brainrot is real y'all. he's really wreaking havoc on my life and forcing me to drop everything to focus on him when i have no much other shit to write 😩 but anyhow, this is exciting !! my first yoongi fic aaaa !! please show her some love y'all cuz this may or may not be a deeply personal story to me 💕 i wanted to say more but i forgot just as i sat down to write this a/n lmao. ANYWAY, massive thanks to @daechwitatamic and @luaspersona for beta'ing this for me on such short notice (and jo for telling that there's stuff in here that i should go to jail for bc that's always the best thing to hear 😌) y'all are awesome and i love you <3 and @jeonwiixard for being hurt by this 😚

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

You are 7, and life is good, as life should be for all children.

You have two parents who adore you, and a sister with whom you constantly bicker but that’s okay, because it’s how siblings love each other. You have constellations hanging from your bedroom ceiling, someone to read your bedtime stories every night, hot meals on the table every day. Every summer, your family takes a trip somewhere beautiful and a week feels like forever when it's just the four of you together, surrounded with only warmth and laughter. You don’t know any other way to live life.

Love is abundant, because that’s what love is supposed to be.

You are 7, and you don’t know how to accept that everything can be different in just a blink of an eye.

When your father comes back from a business trip, the first thing you do is dig through his bag in search of his phone, to look for that video game that you don’t understand but love playing so much. What you find instead, is a picture he took with a strange woman, on a beach somewhere, wearing straw hats and tacky shirts and bright smiles. You show it to your mother, and life forever changes.

Children can be nosy sometimes. It’s inherent to being kids.

You don't know what it means. It's just a picture. You just want your game.

You are 7, and how is a child supposed to react when their world is turned upside down?

No one reads you bedtime stories anymore. Your mother rarely goes out of her room. Your sister has to grow into an adult when she herself is still a teenager, to take care of you, to make sure that you’re fed and clothed and have all of your books when you go to school.

You don’t know that people can be sad even as they’re smiling and laughing. People can be sad even as they’re telling you that they aren’t, and that everything is just fine. People can be sad even when they’re happy.

Your mother doesn’t have that same light in her anymore. You can’t tell if she’s just tired, or if there’s something else bothering her, a secret gnawing at the back of her mind that she doesn’t let you in on.

Answers to simple questions like “When is dad coming home?” used to be “In an hour,” or “He’ll be back to read to you before bed.” Now, she answers you with tears in her eyes before she turns away, and you have yet to discover that words have the power to hurt, and hearts are things that can break even when they're healthy and beating.

Your sister learns to be more careful with her words because she knows things that you don’t, things that you’re too young to understand. She knows of burdens that you have yet to bear but will inevitably have to.

You are 7, and your parents aren’t holding up the sky anymore. Occasional late nights at the office turned into a constant absence at the dinner table. Laughter has since dulled into taut silence that never relents, only stretches on and on and on, until it forces you to adapt to the absence of joy in your home.

If someone were to ask you what envy was, you wouldn’t be able to tell them the definition, but you can describe to them what it’s like. It’s a foreign concept, yet so familiar at the same time. Before, you used to feel envious when you see another kid holding a cooler toy or wearing a prettier dress. Now, you’re envious when the other children at school have parents waiting to take them home after a long day. You don’t want your sister to be the only one who shows up. You want love to be abundant again.

You are 7, and you haven’t yet learned how to hold back tears. You miss your father because he rarely comes home anymore. When he does, your parents would argue. Yell at each other. Sob until screams turn into hiccups. Slam doors. You cry because the house feels like it’s going to collapse.

You still remember the picture on your dad’s phone, or at least, you remember the color of the water. It was blue, like the color of the sky on a beautiful sunny day. Blue, like the cover of your favorite fairy tale, splattered with golden sparkles. Blue, like the walls of your parents’ bedroom. Blue, like the feeling that no child should experience. Blue, because that’s all you have to remember your stolen childhood by.

You are 7.

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Hiii me again with a nana tour scenario in my head, this time longer than the last 😂 i'm just soooo obsessed with luna and jeonghan!!!!!!!!

Been a few days already in Italy and Luna is getting a lil sick of wearing just t-shirt and sweats or her only pair of jeans. She misses getting all dolled up. Jeonghan knows this, notices her pouty face when she dons yet again a t-shirt. He tells her she's beautiful no matter what she wears. It makes her smile a little, but still not quite there.

While walking around Pisa (luna's stuck at cooking class. It's ok tho, she just texted him saying she's having a blast), jeonghan saw this baby pink sundress in one of the shops. Thin straps, subtle designs of dandelions, should fall right above the knees. Jeonghan immediately bought it with the limited pocket money he had. It was kinda expensive but who cares, it'll make his girl happy.

When he presents it to her, she got so excited and happy, jumping around and hugging him tight. She wears it for the talent show, all glowy and happy and jeonghan just had heart eyes the whole night. 🥹❤️

hello again, lovely!!

thank you for the ideas and the requests. keep them coming, I don’t mind reading them at all 💕💕

I love this idea from you, as usual. however, I already have plans for Luna to be a part of the gelato team— so hope you don’t mind that! I will still incorporate your idea tho. I absolutely love it!!

on a side note, you are single-handedly making me so excited to start the nana tour series 😩 but I need to finish game caterers first!! you can send me as much ideas or requests you want to see— not only for nana tour but for anything else as well 🩷🩷🩷

#seventeen 14th member #ᡣ𐭩love luna mail🌙#luna to do 🌙

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seriowan · 2 years ago

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cinnamon bread and berry bowls (wrecker x f!reader)

"He whispers it at night when you rest your head on his chest, his fingers combing through your hair. He says it against your skin every time that you are bare, reminding you that he loves the temple you’ve claimed as your body..."

summary: the one where wrecker and his lover find their love in a bowl of berries and cinnamon bread

rating: X (18+ ONLY - minors DNI) — PiV sex w/o protection (don't be irresponsible irl!), oral (f!receiving) creampie, lots of fluff & love

note: it is finally over! this marks the last edition of the v-day special and i have to admit, it's one of my favorites! i love Wrecker with my entire being and this fulfilled so many self-indulgent thoughts about him. and now that this is over, it's time for clone dads!! 😩💕

radio: strawberries and cigarettes, troye sivan — my whole life, alina baraz

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Love is a strange little thing.

Sometimes it sits in the flicker of a candle perched on a small wooden coffee table, spilling golden hues and casting shadows that dance around a cozy little living room. A candle lit for its warmth and soft crackle. Sometimes it lingers alongside the smell of vanilla and sugar, hanging in the taste of cinnamon and warm bread that melts on your tongue. Every loaf created with care, his chest pressed against your back as your hands move in unison, kneading dough and spreading flour like snowfall in winter. It flows beside the sound of music; a gentle song that plays through a small radio atop a tiny coffee table. Breaks between kneading spent dancing, eyes locked as if the world, the galaxy, had no power to tear you apart.

Sometimes, love is even found in a bowl of berries.

It can be seen among the colors — sharp shades of reds and blues like freshly bloomed carnations. It is in the taste — sweet and tart yet balanced. Each delicate berry melts on your tongue, the fresh flavors reminding you of the loving moment spent picking each one from the market. Wrecker was intent on tasting every other berry, causing a shared laughter that echoed in your mind right alongside the beautiful memory.

Love lies in the act of plucking a meticulously chosen berry and lifting it to his lips. Love is in his eyes as he smiles, accepting the offering between his teeth. His gaze never leaves your face as he chews and swallows, one hand supporting the back of his head while the other is laced around your waist, fingers tracing loving circles against your thigh. You sit upright, legs crossed underneath you, the bowl resting in your lap as you peer down at him with fondness, the apples of your cheeks flushed red.

Love is evident in this moment: with the candles ablaze; gentle music playing; the carpet in the living room serving as your bed of flowers. Warmth pours out from the kitchen where dough sits in the oven, filling the small house with the comforting smell of cinnamon. The domesticity of sitting on the living room floor, enjoying nothing but his presence and a bowl of fruit, brings a sense of joy and contentment that eases every weight from your shoulders, leaving you light and airy.

The loved forges as you bring each berry to his lips. It solidifies when he takes it, occasionally shifting his hand to dip his fingers into the bowl, pinching a berry that he then holds up to you. You have to dip your head to bite it, inciting a chuckle that makes your heart leap.

There is love when he speaks, sending goosebumps down your arms and legs at the touch of gravel in his deep voice.

“Peach,” he murmurs, drawing circles against your bare thigh. You look down at him and smile when he seems to be gazing up at the ceiling, a dazed grin on his lips. “You know I love you, right?”

You know because he never shies from saying those words or acting on them. A kiss on your forehead or a squeeze to your hip. A hand on your thigh or a little kiss to your hairline. Anything to let you know that he is there and he loves you. He whispers it at night when you rest your head on his chest, his fingers combing through your hair. He says it against your skin every time that you are bare, reminding you that he loves the temple you’ve claimed as your body.

And even though he says it frequently, the words never lose their charm. They incite the same rush of giddiness through your gut; the same blast of heat across your cheeks. It makes you feel like you’re sitting on clouds.

You set the berries off to the side, putting away the bowl of love before uncurling your legs to lie down. The gentle carpet slides along your skin as you fall into his side, his long arm bringing you closer. Your legs cross over his, twisting and turning in a knot you do not intend to unravel. As you rest your head against his chest, his large palm settles comfortably on your hip, fingertips continuing their slow trek back and forth over your skin. You cross your arm over his chest, sliding a hand under his shirt just to feel the warmth of his skin.

You know I love you, right?

“I know,” you answer softly, tilting your head up. He’s already looking down at you with a flustered, shy smile. “And you know I love you more, right?”

Wrecker chuckles, the sound rich and deep and endearing. "Not possible," he hums, his hand stilling on your hip as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

At that moment, nothing else matters. All of the worries and stresses of your life fade away, replaced by the deep, burning love that you have for this man — this unexpected blessing that the universe had to offer in a time of need. And as you settle more deeply into his embrace, you know that you are exactly where you belong.

You take a moment to drink in the sight of him, to memorize every curve and angle of his face. There are the telltale signs of the evening's activities: the red stain of berry juice on his lips, the smudge of flour on his cheekbone, the crumbs of sugar on his chin. You can't help but feel a surge of affection for this sweet man.

It’s hard to imagine your life without him; without his booming laughter and caring eyes; without the hands that make your body come alive with grace, cherishing and admiring with every calloused caress.

As you lay there, lost in thought, you feel his fingers move on your skin, tracing gentle patterns side to side across your thigh. He opens his eyes and catches you staring but you don’t shy away, sharing a small smile.

You sigh deeply, the three words of love ready to fall from your lips when a sudden ring echoes from the kitchen. The loaves of bread in the oven ease their divine smell to your spot on the floor, causing you and Wrecker to sit up and turn.

“About time,” he says cheekily, pushing himself up to his feet. “That felt like forever.”

He holds out a hand and you take it, allowing him to pull you up with ease. Only, he doesn’t stop there. Without letting go of your hand, he surprises you with a sudden twirl and dip, lowering his head to touch your foreheads in the shortest, most intimate gesture. You giggle, sliding your hand down his chest.

“C’mon,” you sing, nudging your head toward the kitchen. “The bread’s going to burn if we stay here any longer.”

He stands upright, flushing red as he nods. “Right, right. C’mon, peach. Let’s go see how all our hard work turned out.”

Hand-in-hand, he guides you to the kitchen and you eagerly follow. The moment you step through the archway, his hands settle on your hips and he effortlessly lifts you, seating you on the edge of the counter before grabbing oven mitts. You cross your legs, heels kicking as he opens the oven door. The smell of cinnamon and vanilla becomes stronger, drawing a giddy smile to his lips as he takes the bread pans out, using his heel to kick the door closed.

Hot vapors rise from the fresh loaves as he takes them out and turns them over atop the cooling rack on the counter. With quick fingers, he tears a small piece off and holds it up to his lips, blowing to cool it down while strolling over to you.

Wrecker wedges himself between your legs and you cross your ankles behind his back. He settles a hand on your thigh, fingers skimming over the fabric of your underwear. With a final blow of air through his puffed cheeks, he splits the bread piece in half and raises one side to your lips.

You reach up to grab it but he suddenly withdraws his hand, causing you to playfully roll your eyes and give in. The moment you open your mouth, he returns the piece to your lips, allowing you to bite it. Warm vanilla and cinnamon melt on your tongue, causing you to groan in delight. Wrecker takes a moment before mimicking you, emitting the same noise as he shuts his eyes and nods.

“Oh, yeah,” he murmurs in bliss, the low rumble of his voice causing your toes to curl. “That’s good stuff.”

You slide your hands over his shoulders, interlocking your fingers behind his head. “Mm, say that again,” you whisper cheekily, causing him to pause and pinch his brows in confusion.

“That’s good stuff?”

You’re laughing as you tighten your legs, securing him flush against your chest. Wrecker rests his hands on the counter, bracketing you between his arms while he cracks a smile. His amusement fades into a blissful grin as you lean, hovering your lips over his. Seeking hands slip underneath the collar of his shirt, playfully dragging over his shoulder blades.

“Oh, yeah,” he groans and you giggle, nodding in delight.

“That’s what I want to hear.”

Wrecker chuckles before dipping his head, seizing your lips in a gentle kiss. It’s a slow dance of patience, tasting the shared sugar and cinnamon on your tongues. His hands remain on the counter, clenched as a sign of restraint. You, on the other hand, are free to roam wherever you like, moving your hands from his back to his chest. The fabric of his shirt wrinkles as you grab it, squeezing it in a gesture of need.

Since you know Wrecker won't, you break the kiss first, giving yourselves the brief second needed to shed your clothes. Wrecker drops his boxers while you throw your shirt to the ground, grinning when his hands grip your hips with impatience, pulling your waist closer to the edge of the counter.

He is back against your lips as soon as you tilt your head up, tasting and licking and moving more passionately than before. The dance has become needier than before as his hands fondle and grope the flesh of your hips, fingers sliding underneath the waistband of your underwear. You can hear him panting, moans slipping between breaths.

Distracted by his lips, you don’t feel the stiffness resting against your thigh until you lower a hand to grab it, eyes widening at how hard he’d become. Your fingers scarcely wrap around his cock and as jarring as it seems, you writhe with impatience. All you want is him — kissing you, inside of you, moaning your name like a song.

Wrecker isn’t bothered by the fact that you still have your underwear on. In fact, he seems to like it, gripping the fabric on your hips like reins while you move your panties to the side. Giving his length a few teasing pumps, Wrecker breaks the kiss to exhale a shuddering breath, eyes flitting down. Your bottom is almost hanging off the edge of the counter, making it easy for him to hold your hips while you slide his tip through your folds, spreading your wetness to ensure his entry is easy.

Each swipe across your heat is enough to make him groan, his forehead falling to your shoulder. You feel the teasing pinch of his teeth as he bites, the vibrations of his muffled moans causing your skin to burst with ticklish goosebumps.

The moment you align his tip to your entrance, Wrecker’s hands tighten around the fabric on your hips and he pulls you to him, sliding you onto his cock like you were a weightless sleeve. It’s lewd but it’s passionate, as if he has little to no patience when it comes to truly feeling you. He can’t wait to be part of you and the moment he fits his thickness within the comfort of your heated cunt, he emits a low growl that causes you to moan, your body bubbling with satisfaction and excitement.

Wrecker groans into the crook of your neck, hot breath tickling your skin. “You feel so good.”

Although you try, you can’t say much. The fullness between your thighs is intoxicating, sucking the air from your lungs and wiping every clear thought. It’s overwhelming and satisfying all at once, bringing you to a point where you can do nothing but gasp, eyes closing tightly.

When he starts moving, stars flash across your eyelids. He’s holding you in place, moving his hips back and forth to bring himself in and out, in and out, slowly allowing you to adjust to his size. There is enough space behind you for you to lean back on your elbows, causing Wrecker’s hands to move from your hips to your thighs. Your ankles unlock, a leg hanging limply over the edge of the counter while the other lifts, ankle resting on his shoulder.

It’s an exposing gesture, prying your legs apart for him to see his length as it slides in and out of your cunt. The sight makes his eyes flutter shut, jaw clenching as if he can’t believe that you’re taking him so well.

“Look at this,” he grunts softly, holding your thigh with one large palm while the other moves down to the apex of your thighs, seeking the nub that causes you to writhe the moment he gives it attention. As he swivels his thumb around your clit, forcing a chorus of moans to fall from your lips, his thrusts pick up the pace. “You’re eating me up, peach. Such a good girl, bein’ so kriffin’ wet for me…”

Each snap of his hips sends a jolt of electricity through you. You’re trembling, shaking, mouth pried open as you pant for air. Skin-to-skin symphonies sing, drowning out the music that barely plays from the living room. Everything is wet, it’s sloppy, but it’s romantic and divine. It’s the type of disheveled unruliness that comes with Wrecker — a passionate chaos that you’ve grown to love so much, you can hardly see a future without it.

“Oh, fuck,” you wail when the coiled tension in your belly begins to build. The words fall mindlessly from your lips as you stammer, “Wrecker, I-I’m going to- I can’t-”

The look he gives you is encouraging. Love blazes in his eyes as he nods, wetting his lips. “C’mon, princess. Ride it out for me, baby.”

His palm stretches out over your belly, pressing just slightly enough for the pressure to feel consuming. When the orgasm hits you, it ignites like a match, sending intense tingles through your body from head to toe. Your shaking, clenching and unclenching around him while Wrecker starts to slow down, hips stuttering from the feeling of your tight, addictive heat.

Before he could come, he pulls out of you with haste and surprises you by immediately kneeling. Hooking both legs over his shoulders, he holds your hips in his large hands, cradling your bottom as he dips his head between your thighs. His flat tongue glides over your sensitive heat, swiveling around your clit all while you’re still tense and shaking from your climax. The added touch of his tongue to your clit and the smooth finger he slides into your walls is enough to overstimulate you into a second orgasm.

The immediate wave hits you harder than the previous. It causes you to sit upright, thighs clamping around Wrecker’s head like suffocating earmuffs as you writhe and whimper. Tears blur your vision and you can swear you’re going to pass out from the intensity of the second wave.

Wrecker continues licking. He’s still devouring the taste of honey on his tongue, indulging in everything that comes from your climax, including the tightness of having your legs clamped around his head. You’re shaking so violently that his hands tighten around your hips, squeezing to hold you still. To pin you down. He’s licking so greedily, slurping so hungrily, that the noises are enough to make your eyes roll back.

It isn’t until he halts that you realize he’s reached his peak as well. Wrecker’s climax comes softer than yours but it’s there, causing his jaw to clench and his eyes to close. He rolls through it before shaking his head in what looked to be frustration.

To your surprise, he stands. Your legs fall from his shoulders, opening wide for him to slide and fit between your thighs once more. Without hesitation, he takes his leaking cock in hand and slides it into you, fitting its entire length within your walls. You accept it with a sensitive whine, resting your hands atop his when they settle on your hips. There is no movement anymore. Wrecker stays sheathed inside of you just to feel you clench around him while he comes, spilling rope after rope of cum until it begins to trickle past the seams of your conjoined bodies.

As the mess trickles down his thigh, he smirks with breathless satisfaction.

You both wait a moment, eyes closed in bliss while the adrenaline subsides. As the energy eases its way from your tense muscles, leaving you sore yet content, you slowly open your eyes and meet his. The haze of elation brings you both to a standstill, a tired but satisfied smile gently lifting your lips.

“Hey, peach?” He murmurs, slowly sliding out of your heat with a grimace.

You’re too tired to speak so you hum as you sit up.

Wrecker’s large hand, calloused and warm, holds the side of your face. He uses his thumb to nudge your head up, stealing a kiss at the first opportunity. You grin when his tongue teasingly drags over your bottom lip.

The moment you pull apart, the two of you speak at the same time.

“I love you.”

“I’m starving.”

Silence hangs for a second longer before you both start laughing. Wrecker’s cheeks flush red and he rubs the back of his head, burning with embarrassment. You shake your head, resting your forehead against his chest as you gather the last of your bearings. His hand slides down your back, the other gently brushing over your hair.

“I do love you-”

“-you’re just aching to get some of that bread,” you finish for him, lifting your head to see his sheepish grin. Giggling, you nod and nudge your head toward the cooled bread sitting atop the rack. “Me too. Hand me a piece.”

Naked and ecstatic, Wrecker briskly strides over to the cinnamon bread and grabs the whole loaf. When he returns, he tears a piece and raises it to your lips. You accept it happily, moaning when the flavor hits you like another orgasm.

“Oh, yeah,” you mimic him from earlier, causing him to chuckle and shake his head as he leans his hip against the counter. “That is good stuff.”

“You’re good stuff,” Wrecker murmurs, giving you a wink.

Your laugh is interrupted by another piece that he suddenly shoves in your mouth.

“I love you,” you mumble through a mouthful of bread.

The love in Wrecker’s eyes is unmistakable. He looks at you for a little bit longer, taking in the flustered twinge in your cheeks, the blissed-out sight of your naked self, and smiles. Cupping the back of your head, he brings you in for a lingering kiss. You hum in delight and he chuckles, pressing your foreheads together.

“I love you more,” he promises.

“Not possible.”

“Very possible.”

At that moment, you find love in the smile on his lips, eyes sparkling with so much joy and contentment. You find it in the arm that he curls around you, pulling you close to his side. You hear it in his laugh. In the smell of cinnamon that hangs in the air. In the little trace of red still lingering on his lips, staining yours and his fingertips.

Love in berry bowls and cinnamon bread. ��

You grin, leaning into his side with a content sigh.

“Fine. I’ll agree if you give me some more bread.”

Wrecker looks proud as he laughs, nodding his head.

“That’s my girl. Now open up.”

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