#insecure

[todostoast]

born to say do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me forced to say wyd

[spac3y-d0g]

shoutout if you hyperfixate

Shoutout if you say sorry to everything

shoutout if you have trouble speaking for yourself

shoutout if you overthink

shoutout if you snap for no reason

shoutout if you use neopronouns

shoutout if you don’t use pronouns

shoutout if youre part of the lgbtqai+

shoutout if youre trying your best

shoutout if you can’t handle every day life

shoutout if you don’t fit in your body/species

shoutout if you made it through yesterday <3

Adding more because it made me so happy to read through the comments and reblogs :3

shoutout if you’re 1 minute clean

shoutout if you successfully made it out of a abusive household/relationship

shoutout if you’re stuck in a abusive household/relationship

shoutout if you can’t communicate your needs

shoutout if you can’t love anybody in a romantic way

shoutout if you don’t know your gender/sexuality

shoutout if people don’t understand how your brain works

shoutout if you’re disabled

shoutout if you’re a person of color

shoutout if you don’t fit into stereotypes

shoutout if you do fit into stereotypes

shoutout if you love to fast

shoutout if you made it out of bed this morning

shoutout if you ate some food today

shoutout if youre hydrated right now

shoutout if youre trying your best to take care of your self <3

Whelp gotta edit this again bc of how many hate I'm getting with my "your" and not "you're" (dw I've deleted most of them) :(

[zanephillips]

JAY ELLIS Insecure 1.04 "Thirsty as Fuck"

[crazygnomenclature]

I tested it later on, and unfortunately putting sprinkles in the microwave with marshmallows just cause the sprinkles to fall off the expanding mallow. Sorry I lied.

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[zisuniverse]

[mattsnight]

summary: in which… matt gets insecure after finishing too fast.

contains: sexual content, blowjob, cursing, use of y/n…

A/N: this fic is based on this request. also english isn't my first language. !!

this wasn’t supposed to happen. ever. you weren’t supposed to have sex with your bestfriend’s brother, but you did (and it was so amazing).

you had hooked up with matt, nick’s brother, whom you thought was an innocent, sweet guy… you were wrong. the words that had left his mouth were so not the matt you knew from school. and those moans and whimpers… it got you worked up to the fullest.

“mm y/n.. that feels so good..” matt moans pathetically, his words barely understandable as he arches his back off of the couch. his hand is tangled in your hair. he’s trying to get some sort of grip, while your mouth is wrapped around his cock.

a sharp gasp escapes matt’s lips and you can feel his grip on your hair tightening, signalling he’s getting close. “fuck fuck fuck.. i can’t— y/n please i can’t.” he whimpers out as his eyes shoot up to look at you. “you’re gonna make.. oh my god.. make me cum… shit.” he sits up, his mouth wide open while he gasps for air.

not even a second later he comes hard and deep inside your throat. you can feel his warm cum slide down your throat as you swallow it. “mmffph…” matt lets himself fall back, his hands covering his face. a small smile forms on your face as you look at his face. “hey— hey. what’s wrong, huh?” you say, your hands rubbing his thighs in slow circles.

“i came so fast..” he looks away from you gaze, obviously embarrassed. “that’s so embarrassing.” there’s a moment of silence between the two of you before you speak. “oh matt, its okay. that happens sometimes.” you try to reassure him.

“but its the first time we did this. i should’ve tried better to hold it.” he says, sighing. “listen matt. it happened a few times to me too. i wouldn’t judge you, ever, okay?” he looks back into your eyes, starting to feel a little better. “okay.. that makes me feel better..”

“good, now want to try something new?”

[meetmeinthep4lemoonlight]

me core

[serenityquest]

I never knew this!!!! 😮

[fangirlfuel]

Everything You’re Not

(Is Everything I Want)

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At first, you didn’t notice it. The glances. The whispers. The comments buried in harmless conversations.

You were just the girl who loved Charles , the one who never missed a FaceTime call, who stayed up during red-eye flights just to catch a glimpse of him crossing the finish line through a blurry stream. You made him laugh when he was tired, gave him space when he was under pressure, and believed in him when the headlines didn’t.

But the more races you went to, the more it chipped away at you.

It wasn’t just the glamor. It was the quiet way you were not like them , the other girlfriends, fiancées, models, heiresses. You weren’t wearing Balenciaga. You didn’t know how to walk in sky-high heels across gravel without wobbling. You weren’t friends with designers or stylists or team principals’ wives.

You were the girl who bought Zara on sale. Who still checked your bank account before saying yes to weekend plans. Who couldn’t afford to fly to every race unless Charles offered, and when he did, your stomach twisted into guilt.

You weren’t used to being taken care of. You were used to being enough on your own.

But suddenly… you weren’t.

Not in this world.

Not when the cameras loved every other woman’s angles. Not when Twitter compared your outfit to someone else's Dior. Not when fans whispered things like, She’s cute, but she’s not WAG material.

You hated that you cared. But God, you did.

—

You didn’t bring it up to Charles. Not at first. He was already under so much pressure, the car, the strategy, the championship, the media. You didn’t want to add your fragile self-worth into the mix.

But he noticed anyway. Of course he did.

He noticed the way your smiles didn’t quite reach your eyes. The way you shrank beside him at races instead of holding his hand like you used to. He noticed how you suddenly insisted on staying home. On watching from your tiny apartment with the curtains drawn. He noticed your silence more than anything.

And eventually, he asked.

Not as Charles Leclerc, Ferrari’s star. Monaco’s golden boy.

Just as your boyfriend. The man who adored you.

—

He flew to see you right after the Barcelona race, skipped the fancy gala, the yacht party, all of it. Just knocked on your door in a hoodie and jeans, carrying a bag of groceries because he knew you wouldn’t have eaten.

You opened the door and tried to pretend everything was fine.

He stepped in and kissed your forehead.

“You’re lying,” he said softly. “Even your hug felt different.”

You froze.

“I’m just tired.. ”

“No,” he interrupted gently. “Tired feels different. This is something else.”

You bit your lip.

“I’m not like them, Charles,” you said suddenly, voice cracking. “And I think the whole world knows it.”

He blinked. “What do you mean?”

You swallowed hard.

“The girls in the paddock. The ones on Instagram. The ones who can afford to be at every race. Who wear designer without trying. Who look like they belong in your world. I don’t. I feel like some….out-of-place tagalong who’s embarrassing you.”

His entire face fell.

You laughed bitterly, tears burning behind your eyes.

“Even when I do show up, I get compared to everyone else. I don’t want to ask you to fly me places. I don’t want to be the reason people say you could do better.”

Charles reached for you before your voice gave out.

“You are never an embarrassment,” he said fiercely, hands cupping your face. “You hear me? Never. Not for one second.”

You looked down.

“I’m just… not enough, Charles. Not for this life. Not for you.”

“Stop.”

His voice broke a little. Like he couldn’t believe you’d ever say that about yourself.

“You don’t have to wear Dior for me to love you. You don’t need to be anyone but yourself. You’re not less than because you don’t live out of a suitcase or spend ten thousand euros on a purse.”

He took a deep breath, then leaned in closer.

“You are the only person in my life who makes me feel like Charles. Not the driver. Not the brand. Just me.”

Your bottom lip trembled.

He continued, voice low and unshakable.

“You think I want someone who treats me like a trophy? You think I’d trade the way you hold my hand when I’m anxious for someone who knows how to pose for a photo? No. Never. Because you are the person I come home to !, not Monaco. You.”

You let yourself cry then, your walls cracking wide open in his arms.

“I hate that I care what people say,” you whispered.

“I know,” he murmured. “But you don’t have to fight this alone anymore.”

You nodded against his chest.

“And for the record,” he added softly, tipping your chin up, “when you walk into the paddock? You are the most beautiful woman there.”

You scoffed through a watery smile.

“I mean it,” he said. “You walk in like you don’t even know you steal the spotlight. It kills me. Half the team has a crush on you.”

“Liar,” you mumbled, blushing.

He grinned, kissing you slow and sure.

“I love you. Not for how you look in front of a camera. Not for what you wear. Not for how rich you are.”

He brushed a tear from your cheek.

“I love you for being you. For grounding me. For making me laugh. For never treating me like I’m more than human.”

You felt your chest finally loosen, the heaviness lifting.

“You don’t have to be like anyone else, amour. I didn’t fall in love with them. I fell in love with you.”

You nodded, breath hitching.

“I’ll still get insecure sometimes,” you whispered.

“And I’ll remind you,” he said, holding you tighter. “As many times as you need.”

You melted into him.

For the first time in a long time… you felt like you belonged.

————

PS.

[firelise]

Cinematic parallels - "F*ck them kids!"

Twilight Breaking Dawn Part II (2012) Insecure (2016-2021) Killing Eve (2018-2022)

[jibitzlesscrocs]

I saw the heartwarming chubby x Matt sturniolo, could do like a smutty one but the reader is inexperienced and has never really showed her body to anyone, or anything sort of like that. Thank youuuuu!

warning : sex, oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, a hint of insecurity, praising

sexy to me

in which, matt eats chubby!reader out

It started with your shirt tugged between your fingers.

You sat on the edge of Matt’s bed, eyes flicking down as he stood in front of you—shirtless already, breathing slow, waiting. You’d kissed like this a hundred times. Touched, grinded, whispered things you meant.

But this? Letting him see you? That was new. Raw.

“I can keep the lights off,” you offered softly, barely meeting his gaze. “If that’s easier.”

Matt didn’t answer at first. He leaned in, brushed a kiss to your cheek, then your lips, then lower—your jaw, your neck. His hand found yours, slowly pulling your fingers from the hem of your shirt. “Or…” he whispered, “you could let me see the girl I’ve been dreaming about since the second I met her.”

You flushed. “Matt—”

“I mean it,” he said gently. “You don’t have to do anything. But I want to see you. All of you.”

Your heart pounded. You nodded. With shaky fingers, you pulled your shirt over your head, revealing soft skin, rolls, stretch marks. All the things you usually hid behind layers, behind humor, behind insecurity.

Matt’s eyes didn’t hesitate. He looked hungry. “Jesus Christ,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “You’re unreal.”

You moved to cover your stomach instinctively, but Matt grabbed your wrists—not hard, just enough to stop you. “Don’t.” His tone softened. “Don’t hide from me, baby. You’re fucking perfect.” He kissed down your chest, hands roaming slowly—deliberately. Not avoiding your softness, but appreciating it. Gripping your hips with both hands like he needed to feel you. Sinking into your plush thighs with an audible moan.

“Do you know how bad I wanted to touch you like this?” he muttered. “I think about it every time you sit in my lap. Every time you wear those tight-ass jeans. All this soft skin—fuck, it’s all mine, right?”

You whimpered, nodding. “Yours, Matt.” He kissed your belly, slow and reverent. “This? Drives me crazy. You have no idea. And your thighs?” He settled between them, spreading them apart with ease. “Heaven. Fucking heaven.”

You gasped as he pressed open-mouth kisses down your body, his breath hot and shaky.

“I’ve never done this,” you whispered. “Not with anyone. No one’s ever really seen me like this.”

He looked up, eyes dark and warm. “Then I’m fucking honored.”

He lowered himself again, lips trailing toward your heat. “Let me show you what it’s like to be wanted exactly as you are.” His mouth on you was something you couldn’t have prepared for. Messy. Gentle. Filthy. Loving. He buried his face between your thighs like he belonged there, tongue lapping at your folds with slow, hungry strokes. Your moans made him grind into the bed—needy, feral.

“Fuck—Matt—oh my god—”

He groaned when you tugged on his curls, sucking on your clit just to hear you cry out again.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped against you. “Sound so fuckin’ hot when you’re falling apart.”

When he pulled back, chin wet, he kissed the crease where your thigh met your hip.

“Wanna be inside you so bad. You ready for me?” You nodded, breathless. “Please. Want you. All of you.” He kissed you as he lined himself up, whispering, “You’re gonna feel full, baby. Gonna stretch you real slow.”

And he did.

Your thighs wrapped around his waist. Your belly pressed to his as he sank into you inch by inch, whispering praise with every soft whimper. “You take me so good, fuck—so tight. So warm. So perfect.” You clung to him, overwhelmed, every soft roll of your body pressed to his, and not once—not for a second—did he look away.

“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he moaned. “This body? This pussy? You were made for me, baby. Made to be fucked just like this.”

You moaned his name, trembling as his hips rocked into you, deep and slow.

“Every inch of you,” he panted, “is my favorite fucking place.”

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