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givethemsmut · 3 days

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Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Two | Where it all started…

Shorter chapter incoming…

Expect some time jumps

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In no way, shape, or form do I edit. This story is for fun and entertainment purposes.

“Two days. Our flight is at 4 AM. Gives you time to dump the flavor of the week.” The bitterness in his voice hurt.

“Dom. What we didâ€¦ I’m sorry. Every second felt amazing, I just couldn’t commit. I was scared.”

“I haven’t been pinning, hermosa. You moved on and so did I. No hard feelings.” He was distant still, cold and vicious.

I knew about the other girls. All of them. He had made it his mission to parade them in front of me. He wanted to make sure I knew he had gotten his dick wet after me.

“No hard feelings? Tell your slut of the month to keep it down this time.” I said walking past him in my bikini as I climbed out of the hot tub.

I wanted him to see every part of me he could. Dom followed me inside, dry as can be. “It’s not going to work, whatever bullshit you have planned. Parading around in practically nothing and rubbing your boyfriends in my face. It’s not going to make me feel bad.”

“Feel bad? We fucked, Dom. That’s not my fault you can’t get over it.” I shouted back.

“You’re a fucking bitch for that. You wanna play games? We’ll play. Don’t come crying to me when it finally hurts the same way you hurt me.”

We had taken one leap forward just to hustle back to cruel.

Dom had no idea there hadn’t been anyone else. No one. He just knew what it looked like and it looked like I was a slut but in reality those moans were faked and nothing went past feeling me up.

I deserved his cruelty tho so I took it like a champ.

Rey had got us a two bedroom condo only this time we didn’t share a bathroom. Dominik was kicking off training and everything WWE the very next day.

The frost melted between us enough for us to eat pizza in our mess of boxes. I wanted to badly to apologize but nothing could take back how I broke him heart.

Eventually we got over it, slowly and started being friends again. I even went to his practice matches and training sessions to support him. Our hormones and not having to share a bathroom truly helped, suddenly we could deal with that tension much easier.

I got meaningless jobs, here and there. Enough to pay for living, rent if Rey would ever take it from me, which he declined more than once. Every penny I had went to stocking the fridge for Dom who was eating his body weight in food with the training burning extra calories.

We got extremely close again, inseparable most days and boundaries of friendship that made people uncomfortable. It made relationships hard to have and harder to keep. We both went through a period of less serious relationships with minimal risk to our friendship again.

We did have one slip up our twenties after getting drunk. None of it planned and all of it something that didn’t please his fling of the month.

It was Randy Orton’s birthday, something we never thought we would be invited to but a lot of the roster was so we went. Dom hardly knew anyone and I was just as invisible, only I had boobs that distracted everyone. Least the horny men traveling almost the whole year. No one expected Dom to have anyone with him. He was new, inexperienced, and hadn’t paid any dues in their eyes. It was bullshit. He was the hardest working man I knew who wasn’t letting his dad’s legacy determine anything for him. If I could do anything it was making people believe he was someone before they knew him.

I put in a skin tight dress, a black thong and jean jacket that all fit every curve of my body perfect. Linking arms with Dom I could feel the respect climb the more people saw my hand in his. “Just trust me, okay? You’re gonna leave this party a superstar.”

“Why am I scared right now?” He laughed and smiled but held me closer.

Laughing into his chest I handed the bouncer our invite and breezed by without stopping. That was the night I met Randy, who was married still and raising a toddler. I had no business entertaining his flirting. I had no business letting myself be turned on by the entire night enough to convince Dom to fuck me for the second time.

The head of WWE made his way over to us, extending his hand and introducing himself. “Vince, who are you son?”

I stepped in, “Dominick Mysterio, future of WWE, respectfully.”

Vince laughed placing his hand on my arm and I was prepared to valid every rumor if it meant Dom’s hard work was paying off. “You have balls.”

“Enough to convince you to see what he can do? He’s not his dad, he’s better.”

Dominik’s hands smoothed around my waist, nuzzling his face in my hair, finding my ear. “Mi amore, he’s the owner. Slow down.”

“No one is gonna hand you anything, Dom. You have to want it enough to take it.”

I smiled, forcing him to talk shop when his hand smoothed down my ass before squeezing. “Remember that later.”

Dom was a flirt, a great talker, dedicated to making it in the same industry his dad did. I was proud of him.

Talking him up to everyone I let him touch me like I was his at least for the night. When we went back to our condo it was hard to turn it off when he cradled my hips asking me, “Why do you believe in me so much?”

“Because I know you. No more deserves it more.”

The way his mouth covered mine, determined to take me right along with his dreams felt out of my control. I wanted him even tho I shouldn’t have.

Yanking my dress up to my waits he dipped down to his knee in the middle of the living room. Draping my leg over his shoulder I whimpered in desperation. “Dom. We shouldn’t.”

“Don’t say it. I already know. It’s a mistake. No one finds their soul mate at fourteen. I’ve heard it. I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m asking you to fuck my tongue.”

That’s all he had to say for me to melt and make that mistake all over again.

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360iris · 3 years

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Wanna Be Down (George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley)

Warnings: Pure smut! She/her pronouns for the reader! No funny business between the boys I promise! There’s bound to be some typo that I missed, sorry ‘bout that!

Word count: 1,628

Summary: There’s a birthday, a bunny costume and The Twins... What could go wrong?

A/N: This was originally meant to drop on their birthday, April 1st... I’m 28 days late for that but hey, better late than never! It’s been collecting dust for the entire time and I wanted to set it free. I hope someone enjoys it!

“You want me to- to wear a bunny outfit and have the two of you…” You faltered nervously, the words seemed foreign on your tongue.

“-fuck you in it.” Fred finished for you with a wide grin, as if this was the most in the ordinary activity to plan.

The twins wanted to sleep with you? This was the first you’d heard of it, that’s for sure. And though the thought sent waves of excitement through your body, the prospect was daunting.

You’d been friends since diapers, a meager six hours separating your births. And whether the bond that formed later was predetermined by fate, or by pure chance, it was wholly indestructible.

Through the years, the three of you operated perfectly insync. Remaining quite persistently glued at the hip; completing every task deemed worthy enough as an odd unit.

There was an unspoken rule that each of you would make sure that the others felt equally included in activities.

So why should taking your virginity be any different?

“We’ll be twenty in a few hours, Y/N. Don’t you want to kick off the new decade with a bang?” George asked, his face genuine and voice laced with just the right amount of sweetness. He always did know how to persuade you into going along with Fred’s crazy schemes.

“Quite literally in this instance.” Fred added cheekily and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Both of you have had sex before though. Plenty of times in fact! You told me about it afterwards! In vivid detail at that! Why are you so worried about me now?” Your brows were furrowed, lips turned downwards in a pout.

Sitting criss-cross on your bed, you tugged one of the many pillows on your bed into your lap. Squeezing it tighter when you met their gazes again.

Fred had his hands tucked into his jean pockets, happy as ever. He acted as if it was only a matter of time before he’d get the answer he wanted.

George on the other hand, at least looked like he was having a conversation with you; and not like he was just waiting for you to realize you’d never actually said no to them before. His eyes were soft, assessing your demeanor before approaching your spot at the foot of the bed.

“You know you’re our favorite girl. Don’t you, Y/N?” He questioned and you suddenly felt smaller looking directly up at him. Ginger waves caressing his cheeks and pooling at his shoulders.

“I mean- I suppose.” You replied dumbly.

“Who do we always come back home to?” He asked again, his left hand lifting up from his side to comb through your hair. The pads of his fingers brushing against your cheek as they went.

“Me.” Your answer was hushed, though it was only the three of you in the flat. They’d closed the shop downstairs hours ago.

“And who trails after me as much as she can during the day, practically jumping into my lap the first opportunity she gets?” His voice was getting lower and his gaze remained fixed to you, you tried your best not to squirm.

“M- Me.”

“Lastly, whose the babygirl that slips into my bed at three in the morning because she stays up too late and gets scared?” He was teasing you now, you knew it, but still gave him a reply.

“Me, George.” Both of his hands were cupping your face now, fingertips laced in your hair, you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

“So when I ask my favorite girl to put on the outfit I picked out for her, so I can make her feel good on her birthday, what do you think I want to hear back?” A single brow arched as he waited for your answer, ignoring Fred’s quiet “I helped choose it too, y’know.”

Wrapping your fingers around his wrists, you thought about all the times he and Fred had slept with other girls. How deep down you’d wished they’d looked at you the same way.

He allowed you to remove one of his hands, a dark smirk splitting across his face when you’d slowly brought it between your legs. Only coming to a stop when he was cupping your heat.

“I think- I think I’ve been holding out for you.” It was no higher than a whisper, but it’d been the truth nonetheless. He smiled wider at this confession, leaning in and pressing a light kiss on your forehead.

“All the more reason not to disappoint.” He responded, you faintly registered rustling from behind him.

“Y/N, dear?” Fred called.

“Hm?”

“Time to put the outfit on.”

It’d been relatively easy to slip into the get-up. The bodysuit, wrist cuffs and neck piece fitting like a glove.

“When did you get my measurements?” You asked, looking down at yourself.

“Since when have we not had your measurements?” Fred laughed, pulling you onto the bed with him until your back was flush against his chest. Your head comfortably leaning back on his left shoulder.

George following after you, settled for sitting up in front of you, his knees digging into the pink duvet.

“The ears are a nice touch.” He remarked with a pleased smirk. “Don’t you agree, Fred?”

“Absolutely. All white suits her.” He replied matter-a-factly, hands already roaming your torso. Ghosting over your exposed thighs, he hooked a finger under the bikini line of the bodysuit and let it snap back into place. Your hips jutted outwards at the impact.

“Want to hear you ask for it, Y/N.” George was palming your calves, making you feel small again.

“What do you want me to say?” Your brows furrowed curiously at the request, breath hitching when he utilized his grip to pull you further down Fred’s chest. Your ankles eventually hooking against George’s shoulders.

“Want him to play with your little cunt, don’t you baby?” Fred asked from above you, heat rushing to your face at his words.

“Y- Yeah.”

“Then ask, darling.” He grinned at your eyes widening as you met his gaze upside down.

Turning your attention back to George, you absentmindedly bit at the end your thumb nervously. Sure you’d used curse words like anyone else in the world, but the thought of actually asking the twins to fuck you was on a level you’d never thought you’d reach.

“Georgie?” You tried carefully.

“What is it, baby?” He replied softly, a smile playing on his lips, patiently waiting.

“Want- Want you to make me feel good.”

“How?” He prompted, delighting in your fidgeting. Fred however wasn’t feeling as patient, sending a soft smack to your inner thigh.

“Don’t have all day, bunny.” He chided, slowly massaging the site.

“Want your cock, Georgie.” You finally relented, wanting nothing more than to hide your face in your hands, but you feared being spanked again by Fred.

George rewarded you with a kiss, palming your clit through the material. He swallowed up every whimper that escaped your lips, only answering by expertly thumbing the area faster.

“Let’s see how wet you are, bun.” Fred whispered, pulling the bodysuit aside to reveal your heat. Running a finger through your folds, he promptly brought it to your mouth. Smirking widely when you began meekly sucking at the digit.

“I’m gonna get you ready, okay sweetheart?” George asked, mouthing at your neck. He didn’t move until you garbled something close to “okay” through Fred’s fingers sadistically pressing down your throat.

Armed with plenty of lube, the first finger sliding into you felt like nothing. By the third, he resorted to distracting you by rubbing your bud to ease the initial stretch. Although nothing could have prepared you for how uncomfortable taking his tip was.

It was a slow process, full of the boys tenderly guiding you to breathe deeply and relax your muscles. With the abundance of their attention focused on outweighing the discomfort with pleasure, eventually the mild pain began to blur around the edges.

The level of satisfaction that rolled over you when you’d finally reached the hilt was like no other.

“Good girl.” Fred purred into your hair as George wiped away a stray tear from the corner of your eye. “Took it like a champ, didn’t she, Georgie boy?”

“Sure did, Fred. Squeezing me so nicely too.” He replied smiling proudly.

“Full- So full.” You whimpered blearily, not sure which boy you were grasping for. Each accepted one of your wandering hands, giving them an encouraging squeeze.

“You’re doing so well, babygirl. How about you let me make you feel good now, hm?” George’s voice was gruff as he patiently waited for you to nod back in response.

Soon the discomfort had melted away, leaving only the easy slide of George’s length and the gratification of being engulfed between the loves of your life.

You promptly got lost in the jumble of mouths, hands and pleasure.

“Gonna come for us, love?” George asked, holding your hips done to focus his thrusts.

“Can I- Can I, please? Please let me come!” You whined desperately, unable to distinguish whose hands belonged to who.

“Go ahead, bunny.” George answered and it was all you needed to hear. Your visioned blurred as your toes curled, the only thing you could register was that he was fucking you through it. Fred’s fingers circling your clit didn’t let up until you were pathetically trying to pull at his wrist.

A weak mewl fell from your lips as George pulled out of you spent. Simpering under his praises, you closed your eyes.

The sudden smack against your face was sobering, leaving you blurrily blinking up at Fred’s eager grin.

“I hope you didn’t think you were off the clock, bun.”

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p4lparker · 3 years

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A Touch Of Lips

Birds twittered outside the window, and sunlight leaked through the slits in your blind. You could feel the warm body underneath you. Head resting on a chest which rose and fell peacefully, you tilted your head up, hands coming to rest underneath your chin as you stared at the blonde. His face was so peaceful, still marred with painful looking bruises and cuts; his eyes covered from you in sleep, but his mouth was quirked slightly a smile painted on them even in unconsciousness, his lips looking so inviting that you couldn’t restrain yourself. You pushed up on your hands on his chest and placed a gentle kiss upon him. It was only supposed to be a peck, but when he began to respond it soon turned into a lazy series of smooches.

“Well that’s an amazing way to wake up..” JJ whispered against your lips, not wishing to part from you for too long, you both were smiling into the kisses. You shuffled off of him slightly, wrapping you arms around his middle and snuggling into him, as your arms rearranged around him you brushed against his lower body- feeling his hardness against you made you blush madly at the memory of last night. You could remember the way he felt in your hands and the desperate noises he whimpered out as you pushed him closer to his release. As the hay images flittered across your mind’s eye you felt a rush of heat flow through you and settle in between your legs. JJ stiffened at the brief contact, the slightest brush of hands or lips and it sent him in to a bubble of lust. His lips moving more furiously over your own- hands ventured along bodies- whispered moans filled the heady air surrounding you both. Until there was a knock on your bedroom door, you pulled away from JJ quickly, rolling to the side and off him before pushing him off the bed as the door opened to reveal your father.

“Morning sweetheart..” He smiled, his eyes caught on the black boots at the foot of your bed and cargo shorts. He rolled his eyes and wiped a hand over his face tiredly. “Morning JJ or John B.. “ Your Dad kind of growled out; it wasn’t that he disliked the boys, he just didn’t take kindly to the fact that she was either sharing a bed in with one of them in the chateau or one of them was crawling in to her bed here, and no father wants his little girl sharing a bed with horny teenage boys.

“Breakfast is in the kitchen, I have to go to the station and don’t know what time I’ll be back later so I’ll see you when I see you sweetheart..” Your dad smiled at you softly, which you returned meekly, as JJ’s head popped up from the floor and peered at your dad stood in the doorway. You dad shook his head as JJ tried to not look to embarrassed at being caught out.

“And you… Get clothes on and get outta my daughters bed… You better not have defiled her Maybank or I swear to god..” He pointed a finger at the blond who flinched at the threatening voice.

“DAD! Get out! Go to work!” You cut your father off, mortification racing through your system quickly. You covered your face in your hands, you couldn’t tell if the room was hot or if your embarrassment was burning you alive from the inside out. You could hear your Dad grumbled as he closed the door and slam around the house before leaving for the day. The engine of the cruiser coming to life outside and driving away- but the shame unfortunately didn’t follow. The bed bounced as JJ jumped up on it, pulling you so you could bury your face in his warm chest instead of your hands.

“Has the ground swallowed us up yet?” You whispered and JJ just chuckled dropping a kiss to the top of your head and letting his hands rub up and down your back soothingly.

“Hey, at least we’re both kinda dressed and he didn’t walk in like ten minutes later.. cause then I think we’d all need therapy..” He laughed, your head flying up to stare at him mouth open and cheeks aflame. Your hands left his waist and felt for the pillow behind you before flumping him in the face with it. He sat and stared at you shocked. Eyes wide, mouth dropped open before grinning madly at you and reaching for his own pillow. And thus began “..the pillow fight to end all pillow fights” as JJ had dubbed it, the two of you running around the room wafting pillows at each other, laughing wildly as you both made contact. You were both to enthralled with whacking each other with pillows you didn’t notice John B crawling through the open window, until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and toss you onto the bed- a scream leaving your lips as JJ howled louder with laughter. You looked to your assailant and threw a pillow at him.

“You scared the shit outta me John B!” You crowed, before joining in laughing with your boys. The fight soon became an all out battle, unfair for you as you were being pummelled by the pair of them- your laughter was raucous and loud, and it continued until the two boys collapsed on the bed beside you worn out and breathing as heavily as you were. You all laid together, the boys entwined around you- trying to calm your hearts and guffaws of laughter to chortles, you swept your hair from your face with a huff before realising the contentedness that encapsulated you. You were happy here- buried between your boys, having ridiculous frivolous fun, them entwined around you happily, both just being there. You looked to JJ and waited for his merry blue eyes to find you, you stroked a hand over his face, you then looked to John B and grinned at his tan, freckled face and let your finger poke his cheek. The two leaned in and pecked each of your cheeks, causing you smile to widen into a grin that nearly split your face.

“I heard there is going to be a killer storm in the next couple of days so the swell is going to be immense.. So I was thinking we grab our boards and make the most of it before the tourons ruin our beach?” John B stated, as his fingers found your own and they began to wiggle play with the appendages. His calloused tips tracing over your own and around your palm and wrist- tickling the delicate skin there- you looked to JJ who just grinned, and so it was decided that was what the three of you would do. You patted John B’s stomach and moved to stand from the bed, JJ pinched your side playfully as you moved making you yelp. You collected the abandoned pillows from the floor and tossed them back onto the bed with the boys; they groaned at the impacts but laughed along regardless. You moved around the room; searching through drawers for a fresh bikini, you couldn’t decide between the yellow or pink one, holding part of both suits in your hand thoughtfully.

“Yellow..” JJ murmured from behind, you looked to him over your shoulder- watching as John B nodded emphatically. You smiled lightly and put the pink one back- then moved to your closet and collected some shorts and a t-shirt before turning back to the boys and gesturing for them to leave. They both just stared at you not understanding the issue, you sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Dude, leave so I can change..” You stated exasperatedly, the boys fumbled to get up and leave you to do as you said. You got yourself ready and piled your hair into a messy bun on top of your head as you tugged on the bandeau bikini and other clothes, you slipped your feet into your sandals and ventured out to the boys- grabbing one of each of their hands and pulling them behind you to the kitchen. You shoved a cooler into John B’s arms and began whirling around the kitchen making sandwiches and collecting soda’s and beers before popping them into the cooler. JJ helped pass you things and close cupboards etc as you whizzed around. When you were closing the lid to the cooler, you pushed John B to the front door and JJ jogged to grab your board from the back porch, the three of you venturing out to the Twinkie- and the moment you stepped foot out the door, the sun began slamming its heat into you. You all settle into the van and set off for the beach; you had raced JJ to try and get shotgun, but the blonde had won, and now you sat in the back of the bus, head propped between the two as John B concentrated on the roads which were beginning to become busy with summer-fun-seekers and JJ concentrated on slipping a new juul cartridge into the pen before breathing it in. He held it to your lips, letting you take a hit and smiling as you took it like a champ.

The ride to the beach was filled with tunes and chatter- and before you knew it you were pulling to a stop in a parking space and the three of you sprung from the van, you tugged the cooler with you as you hopped out. JJ had already climbed up onto the roof of the Twinkie and was handing the boards down to John B, once JJ was back on the ground and not precariously leaning half off the roof; you all jogged down to the sandy beach. The air was warm, and the breeze was gentle- it was a glorious summer’s day, but the ominous black clouds pulling themselves from the horizon slowly told you the waves today would be sick. You all ran close to the shore line; spreading out a couple of towels and propping the cooler between them; you watched as the boys stripped off their shirts and shoes, you eyes watching their movements making your mouth go dry, as they stood before you in all of their tan gloriousness. You mind quickly reminding you how those taut muscles felt under your hands and the palms of them tingled.

“See something you like Y/N?” JJ asked teasingly, his face donning a grin fit for the devil himself, John B stood beside him- equally as taunting. You huffed as the flush ran through your body- you’d been caught ogling them, and you couldn’t even play it off. You ignored the comment with a sniff, and proceeded to tug of your shirt and shorts- feeling their eyes on you, you raised a brow before turning to your board- grabbing it and jogging off to the water. Wading your way into the cold waves you stood and let your body regulate to the temperature before sliding onto your board and paddling out to wait for a wave. The boys followed close behind, the three of you floating on your boards as you waited for the waves to begin roiling. The wind picked up as the sky began to darken; you turned your gaze to the once busy shoreline, and watched as the masses began to pack up their belongings and flee the sand as the first few drops of rain splattered onto them, you tilted your head to the sky and let the rain drizzle onto you. As the waves began to get more wild, you waited and began paddling back to shore- the crashing wave chasing you down, when it was upon you- you leaped up to your feet keeping low to keep your balance as you felt the wave take you. Arms out to the sides to keep your balance, you swayed your body with the waters movement below- cutting turns and twists into the wave. Letting out a whoop of joy as you rode the wave for as long as possible before the swell dumped your body in the water below. The boys followed your lead and began chasing and riding their own waves.

You stayed in the water for as long as you could- before your skin was beginning to turn blue from the pouring rain and the freezing ocean. The heavens had opened and the rain poured over you all, but it didn’t stop your laughter or joy. You let the waves push you further into the shore, sliding off your board and wading through the knee deep water until you were able to collapse on the soggy sand- waves lapping at your feet. John B followed you out, dumping his board next to yours before sitting behind you; his wet chest to your goose bump covered back, legs either side of your own, arms locking around your shoulders, face nuzzling into your neck- the both of you watching JJ surf more waves, he was the better surfer out of the three of you. John B brushed his hair back with on of his hands before reaching round and pulling your face towards him and kissing you gently. He smiled into the kiss, before swaying the two of you to an unheard song. He pulled away and pecked the tip of your nose making you giggle- the rain still poured over the pair of you, both watching and whooping as JJ showed off his skills. You sighed happily and leaned against John B’s chest, resting your hands around his forearms- both watching on as the waves became more and more wild, when JJ was dumped from a wave for the fifth time in a row he decided to make his way back to shore to you both. As soon as his foot stepped back on soggy sand, sinking in slightly- thunder cracked and lightening flashed over head. You felt your heart start at the surprising noise- your breathing gasping as you flinched further into John B’s chest. He laughed at your reaction and pressed a kiss to your wet crown before tugging you up- reaching for both of your boards as you collected the cooler and your soggy clothes. You all ran to the van- you diving inside the back of it and wrapping a blanket around your shivering frame, after hoisting the boards back into place on the roof, JJ joined you. Slithering into the blanket with you and wrapping himself around you, as you both shivered together. John B jumped into the cab, starting her up- shaking his long curly hair from his face like a dog before urging her out of the parking spot and down the much quieter roads.

The storm was becoming more violent outside, thunder crashing and lightening flashing more frequently, you could all feel the wind push against the sides of the Twinkie as John B steered her down the familiar path to JJ’s dwelling. As you neared the house you could feel JJ stiffen behind you, and it had nothing to do with him being cold- it wasn’t a home, it could never be called that. A home was filled with love, not terror. The chateau was home, with you and John B- and as he pulled into the dirt track drive you all breathed a sigh of relief as it was empty. Meaning the elder Maybank was working so JJ would have some peace and safety for the night. JJ kissed your cheek laughing as John B raised a brow and pointed to his own, before leaning forwards and dropping a kiss on the brunettes cheek also- he grabbed his gear and an to the door, waving wildly at the pair of you before disappearing behind the door. You slide yourself forwards and clambered into the passengers seat next to John B who began the drive back home. One hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh- covered with goose bumps, he turned up the heat and tried to get the radio to play, but the storm interfered with the signal. The music being drowned out by whitenoise and crackling- as the monster of a storm raged outside. You noticed visibility out the windshield was getting worse, and it made you wonder how John B was able to even see.

Thunder bellowed overhead, and John B swerved to the side of the road; a gasp and a yell leaving you both at the sudden movement. And then pained groans as the Twinkie dipped over the shoulder of the road- lurching you both forwards uncomfortably, you continued to roll forwards until John B remembered to slam the breaks on. The jarring impact of you stopping flung you back against your seat. John B lifted his hands from the wheel and looked over you with worried eyes. When he was sure you weren’t harmed in any way, he wrangled the bus into park and switched her off. You couldn’t see through the wind screen; the rain was coming down in thick sheets. The clashes of thunder were coming every other second and rumbling so loudly within your chest it felt as if your heart stopped beating regularly.

“I can’t drive in this! It’s not safe… looks like we’re camping out here for a while ‘till she passes…” John B called to you, trying to be heard over the cacophony just outside. You nodded and moved to the back of the Twinkie, he followed; the two of you piling all of the blankets and pillows back there in to some sort of comfort, it was like building a fort. Once you were content that it would be comfortable, you flopped yourself down into the blankets, making grabby hands at John B until he laid next to you. You giggled as he snuggled in wrapping himself around you like a blanket himself. He reached one hand from you to your phone- abandoned on the floor, scrolling through it until he found your music, he chose a playlist and let it play aloud. The then switched out of the app and opened up the camera one; holding the phone to face you both, he pushed his face against your own until his lips were pressing into your cheek. He snapped the pic, the tell-tale shutter sound shielding the music momentarily- before moving his lips to cover your own, in a gentle kiss. Again the shutter sound echoed, and you laughed at his cheesiness. But let him have his mini photoshoot all the same. Secretly enjoying every moment as your heart swelled and a warm, fuzzy feeling settled within your stomach. When he was happy he’d captured the moment well enough, he let the music play and let your phone rest near your heads. He let his eyes close and laid on his back before snuggling your head to rest on his chest, you laughed, leaning up and pecked at his cheek before settling back on him once more.

The wind howled around you, the rain pattering down quickly and never-ending upon the roof above, thunder booming making it feel like it was shaking your very being and lightening flickering, lighting up John B’s peaceful face in a darkly beautiful way. He had his eyes closed still, but his lips quirked.

“You’re staring…” He whispered, turning his face to you, before opening his dark eyes and staring back at you. You just smiled gently back at him and he let a huff of air pass through his nose- almost like a laugh. You could feel yourself relax and your breathing slow, and sleep was calling to you both, dragging you towards it peacefully. Until a particularly loud burst of thunder ripped through the sky, making a yelp leave you as you clung to John B.

“Hey, you’re okay.. I got you..” he murmured, one of his hands raising from your waist to tilt your face up towards him- he then leaned down and kissed you. Trying to let his lips calm you, but as his supple lips met yours, and his tongue swept along your bottom lip- they did the exact opposite. The gentle kiss became the spark that ignited flames within you, and his gentle hands smoothing over your skin only coaxed them into an inferno. You manoeuvred yourself to hover above his lips, legs straddling his waist- one of your arms supporting you, the other resting against the side of his face as his lips danced with your own, you pulled away slightly and his pouted lips followed you- making you giggle before meeting him again and kissing him with fervour. You opened your mouth and let your teeth nip into his plump bottom lip, making him groan as he opened his mouth and let your tongue in. You explored his mouth, tongue stroking against his. Hands began to wander, his large ones cupping around your bikini clad backside and squeezed- pulling you closer to him, moving you back and forth on him. You could feel him, and from what you could feel he was feeling the heat all the same- your bottoms becoming damp as your arousal settled there. Your ground yourself on him- languidly, this whole entanglement was leisurely and passionate. His fingers trailed up you back and tugged at the material covering your chest from him- you leaned away and pulled the bandeau top up and over your body and head. As more skin was revealed his eyes marvelled at you, focusing solely on you, taking a mental photograph- memorising the ethereal way your skin glowed in the striking lightening. His hands moved slowly ghosting over your soft skin and cupping your breasts, thumbs moving over your hardened nipples and toying with them gently, the moan slipping from you made his pupils blow and mouth drop open.

You lunged forward again and captured his mouth- kissing again, his lips always welcoming. You hands venturing down his body, tracing over his abs- feeling them contract under your palms- then lower to palm his growing hardness. He stiffened and whined at the contact; the storm outside almost drowning his noises out, you fingers fumbled with the waist band, tugging until he got the message. You pulled back and helped him push his shorts off his body, when he was free you scanned your eyes over him. He was different to JJ, not bigger, not smaller- just different but non-the-less pleasing. Your mouth went dry as you saw the blushing head leaking pre-cum. You let the pads of your fingers trace over it and spread it around, lifting it to your mouth and suckling the taste of him from the tips. You had to fight the urge to go back for more. And John B jut watched you eyebrows so high in his hairline you wondered off-handedly if they would ever return to their usual place. His mouth was wide in an O shape, but no sound escaped him, but he could’ve watched that image of you on a loop in his mind until the end of his days; as he was positive nothing would ever be that enticing. That sexy. You licked your hand thoroughly before letting it wander along his shaft- his head falling back against the floor of the Twinkie with a thump. You let your hand squeeze and run along him building up a smooth pace; not too fast or too slow, and he seemed to appreciate it, if the moans leaving his plush lips were anything to go off. You pressed kisses against any flesh your could; nibling and sucking your mark into his left pec. Smiling at the blossoming bruise that formed- you watched as he was lost in the throes of ecstasy.

You moved your lips down his body kissing and licking against the tan skin, soon enough your face was where your hand was working him. You don’t know what made you do it, but your mind couldn’t keep up with your body- as you surged forwards and let your lips meet the blush head of him. He was lost in the sensation, until he felt something new but not unwelcome- his head popping up and staring at you eyes wide- brows furrowed. You were looking at him for his reaction, and you weren’t disappointed, the look on his face spurred you on, as you wracked your brain for anything you could remember from watching porn. You tentatively opened your lips and left open kisses on the tip.

“F-f-f-uuuuck!” john B whispered, his hands pushing his hair from his face. His response pushed you on. Your mouth opened and took him inside, you bobbed your head down as far as you could before hollowing out your cheeks and sucking on him. You watched him from beneath you lashes, his hands were fisted in his curly locks and tugging at the ends of the strands and his face was screwed up beautifully in pleasure. You moved slowly, taking him in and out of your warmth- moving your wet hand over the parts of him you couldn’t fit into your mouth. His moans made you hum in appreciation- you picked up the pace slightly and pushed him further into the confines of pleasure. And he was so close, so, so close to that delicious release- he wasn’t lasting long, especially when you swiped your tongue over him teasingly as you gained confidence. As he could feel the familiar tightening in his stomach, he tried to let you know to pull away. When his frantic hands tapped at your shoulder you pulled back- he sighed out and took himself in his hand and pumped himself quickly.

“mm gonna cum..” He grunted out as he pumped his hand quicker until spurts of white coated his hand and some landed on your chest. His eyes couldn’t decide whether to screw shut tightly or stare at you wide eyed. He was wrong, this was the most beautiful and sexy thing he’d seen; you covered in him. Once he had ridden out the aftershocks of his release he lunged towards you and kissed you furiously, passionately- his lips slowing until it became more his more familiar languid style. His fingers found their way to your bottoms and began to stroke you over the material. Before slipping underneath- you moved your hips against his hand and tried to gain more friction; chasing your elusive high. John B began shifting his weight until he could roll you beneath him; his hand slipping from the front of your bottoms to the sides and began to tug them down. Once you were bare for him his fingers returned to our most sensitive area- and yours began their exploration of him once more you could feel him begin to harden again, as you both teased eachother. Lips fused in a never ending kiss. You lifted your legs, and began to wrap them around his hips, dragging him towards you. His fingers working you to your end swiftly- pads of his fingers circling and drawing figure eights on your clit, your peak came and you rose with it moaning out loudly at the sensation. He pulled his lips from you, your eyes focusing on his features he looked directly into your eyes, panting slightly.

“Wait!” You gasped out, as your mind began to clear- the look on John B’s face surprised you, you had expected disappointment, not the gentle smile he was sporting. He nodded, not needing an explanation- he pulled his hands from your core, licking your taste from them before rolling off of you. He pressed his lips against yours lazily and kissed you- the way you were beginning to love. He tugged you to rest against his chest once more, pulling blankets around you both as you snuggled toget

#repost #john b routledge fic #john b x y/n #john b smut

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shoplifting · 3 years

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[Image description: Around 30 headlines from various news sites ranging from October 20, 2020, to July 20, 2021, with a majority of headlines being from July. They are in approximate chronological order and read as follows:

Women’s 400 meter world champ Salwa Eid Naser avoids doping ban on technicality

Protests and demonstrations banned at 2020 Tokyo Olympics as Rule 50 upheld

Olympics bans ‘Black Lives Matter’ apparel, could punish athletes for social protests

Japanese Doctors Warn Of Possible ‘Olympic Strain’ Of Coronavirus If Tokyo Games Go Forward

Japanese scientists warn that Tokyo Olympics could help spread COVID-19

Transgender runner Cece Telfer is ruled ineligible to compete in US Olympic trials

Ahead of Tokyo Olympics, Japan vaccination rate far from the mark

Salwa Eid Naser, world 400m champion, to miss Olympics with ban. Opening line reads “Salwa Eid Naser, the world 400m champion from Bahrain, is banned through the Tokyo Olympics and for two years total over a case of missed drug tests in 2019.”

World 200m medalist provisionally suspended as Olympics near. Opening line reads “Alex Quinonez, the world 200m bronze medalist from Ecuador, was provisionally suspended for whereabouts failures less than a month before the Tokyo Olympics.”

Top 400m sprinters ruled ineligible due to testosterone rule, officials say

Swimming caps for natural black hair ruled out of Olympic Games: International Swimming Federation rejects use of Soul Cap, saying it does not 'fit the natural form of the head'

IOC gives athletes more scope for protest at Tokyo Olympics. An Excerpt of the article reads “The latest guidance appears to let athletes copy the iconic Black Power raised fist gestures of American sprinters Tommie Smith and John Carlos at the 1968 Mexico City Olympics. However, they should be allowed in Tokyo only "prior to the start of the competition" and not on the podium at medal ceremonies as Smith and Carlos did. The American 200-meter medalists were expelled from the Olympics. Gestures will now be allowed in Tokyo by athletes "after leaving the 'call room' (or similar area) or during the introduction of the individual athlete or team," the IOC said. This should include at the starting blocks or starting line. Athletes still face disciplinary action if their gesture is "targeted, directly or indirectly, against people, countries, organizations," or is disruptive, the IOC said. Disruption could include disturbing an opponent's concentration or preparation, by unfurling a banner or a gesture during a national anthem.” End excerpt.

2021 Olympics: Brianna McNeal, U.S. hurdles champion, will not compete in Games after five-year ban is upheld

The Olympics Don’t Want Black Women To Win: Sha’Carri Richardson, Christine Mboma, Beatrice Masilingi and others have been disqualified in the 2021 Olympics because of policies that are racist and unjust.

Tokyo Olympics 2020: Keep politics out of the Games, says Thomas Bach. Opening line reads “The Olympic movement needs to be kept neutral and cannot be expected to solve civil liberties issues that politics had failed to fix, Bach said in a video message to the UN Human Rights Council.”

IOC’s Bach slips up and refers to Japanese as ‘Chinese’

Anti-Asian Racism and the 2020 Olympic Games. Opening two lines read “How can IOC President Thomas Bach force through these games against the will of 80 percent of the population? It helps if you don’t even know who they are.”

Why some athletes at the Tokyo Olympics won’t be vaccinated

Olympic Games: Germany walk off pitch after Jordan Torunarigha allegedly racially abused

Handball team forced to wear bikini bottoms instead of boy shorts

Athletes to sleep on ‘anti-sex’ cardboard beds at Olympic Games amid COVID

Tennis star Coco Gauff pulls out of Tokyo Olympics after testing positive for COVID-19

Deaf-blind Paralympian quits Team USA when told she can’t bring assistant to Tokyo

Paralympian says officials at England track championships said her shorts were too short, ‘innapropriate’

Czech athlete becomes third in Olympic village to test positive for Covid-19

Olympic Village COVID-19 infection bubble already 'broken' - health expert

US gymnast Kara Eaker and basketball player Katie Lou Samuelson test positive for Covid-19 ahead of Olympics

Tokyo Olympics: U.S. women’s gymnastics alternate tests positive for COVID-19 in Japan

Just Cancel the Damn Olympics Already. Opening line reads “Add “extreme heat” to the growing list of plagues facing this year’s Summer Olympics, an event I’m starting to suspect I would very much not enjoy participating in, even if they asked nicely.”

6 Polish swimmers sent back home from Tokyo following admin error

67 COVID-19 cases now tied to Tokyo Olympics as experts warn of ‘worrying’ situation on the ground: Infections rising while roughly 15 per cent of those staying on site are likely unvaccinated. End description.]

Stellar fucking job guys

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easily-distracted-ivashkov · 4 years

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Love of a Mother

( Cute lil fic I did that was inspired by my chats with these amazing and lovely people 💜 @rowenaaclark @ahighlyfunctioningfangirl @syn-a-min @gravedangerahead @lezzlesgarcia @thegoldenlily 💛💛💛)

If someone were to tell me a year ago that I would be driving around in a brown Toyota minivan? I'd have told them they were insane. If someone were to tell me that I would be driving my one year old son around? I'd have crumpled over in a fit of hysterical laughter. But yet? Here I was. Adrian Ivashkov. Driving my one year old son around in a minivan named Mocha. But I just lovingly referred to it as 'That Clunky Piece of Shit'.

It was nearing twelve-thirty when I had to take Declan to the doctors. Sydney had been stuck up at work whereas I had only needed to work a partial day thanks to only being part time. Eddie had kindly offered to take Declan and help out as always but I figured what better way to bond with my son than through terrifying doctors offices and needles? It was just his usual check up most babies had. The little guy got a couple of shots in the leg. It killed me to watch him sobbing as the needles pinched into his skin. Declan cried for a good five minutes before he was back to his jabbering little self. He couldn't form complete sentences yet but he was definitely beginning to get words down. Some English and much to my surprise, some Spanish. That was when I usually handed him over to Sydney. I couldn't take very good care of him if I didn't know what he was saying.

The appointment took just under an hour (most of that was just spent in the waiting room and trying to get Declan's shoes back on that he kept kicking off). I had just gotten Declan settled into his car seat and buckled myself back in when the phone over the speakers began ringing. I flipped it on and sure enough, it was Sydney's harmonic voice that rang through those low quality speakers. "Ah, there is my sweet little Sugarplum of love and sunshine." That just earned me an exasperated sigh followed by a light laugh on the other line. "Any crisis going on I should be worried about? Any uh... T-rex skeletons running loose in the workplace? Any Pharaohs hitting on you? I'll throw down with King Tut himself if he's flirting with my lady."

I could hear that amused laugh from over the speakers and I swore I could feel my heart melting in my chest. "No, there was no loose t-rex skeletons or any handsy Pharaohs. All normal over here. I'm coming home a little early. It turns out my Mom is coming tonight and not tomorrow. She came in early and neither of us feel like waiting." Sydney explained. "How's everything with Declan?"

"He's in tip-top shape!" I exclaimed as I turned to glance back at Declan who had one shoe on and the other kicked off. He gave me that little mischievous grin of his that he gave me every time he kicked off that shoe. "Currently missing a shoe but other than that, he's in one piece. Took his shots like a champ."

'Well. Hurry home, I miss my boys. I think Eddie misses you too. I love you."

There it was again, that swelling in my chest, that feeling that made me feel so light I'd start floating and defy gravity itself. Of course I didn't say any of this, instead I replied with a quick and abrupt 'I love you more!' And hanging up before Sydney could say she loved me more. Sydney always told me she'd win at the silly 'I love you more' arguments but she couldn't win if I hung up on her. Glancing back to Declan who now had his other shoe off, I chuckled lightly at him, "point seven for Daddy and nearing two-thousand and fifty-five for Mommy. We'll catch up eventually." This just earned me an excited 'ah!' From Declan.

Once we were back on the road, about ten minutes passed when I had heard something not sounding quite right in the van. I called this thing 'That Clunky Piece of Shit' for a reason. It. Was. Shit. I was just twenty minutes away from getting back home when suddenly, it stopped. The whole vehicle began slowing until it stopped. Thankfully we lived out near the countryside so traffic on these roads? Unheard of. Letting out a loud groan, I was able to drive it to the side of the road and got out to lift the hood. Everything seemed normal to me? Then again, I wasn't Sydney. I knew hardly anything about cars. Just knew enough to drive them. Even if I did know what was wrong with the thing, I wouldn't be able to fix it. Sighing, I reached into my pocket to call up Sydney in defeat but before I could even make that call - a red 1963 Chevy Impala pulled up beside me. Out stepped a women in maybe her mid-fourties. She had shoulder length brown hair with eyes that matched.

"Is everything alright over here? Do you need some help?" The woman offered kindly towards me.

Now. When I imagine a vehicle breaking down in the middle of nowhere, I imagine a half naked women strutting around in short shorts and a bikini top. Not some hopeless man that didn't know a thing about cars being helped being saved by some middle aged woman. I stepped away from the hood and offered the woman a polite smile. "Yeah. We could really use whatever help we could get. Thank you uh —" I trailed off, waiting for her name.

"Deborah. But you can just call me Deb." This caused the brunette to smile and retreat back to her own vehicle, only to yank out a huge tool box and heave it over to me. I moved out of her way and soon picked up on Declans whimpers and cries from the backseat. I wasted no time grabbing him from his carseat and resting him against my hip. I watched as she went straight to work on the hood. She was fast and knew what she was doing because within just eight minutes, she slammed the hood shut and smiled at me. "Cute little guy you got there. He yours?"

"Hm?" I hummed, not realizing she was speaking to me at first. My focus had been on Declan and keeping him calm. "Oh! Yeah. He's a little stinker. You got any of your own?"

She smiled and it seemed sorrowful and I immediately regretted saying anything. "I do. Just don't see them very much though. I suppose you've got places to be?"

I felt the need to apologize or even give her cash for her help but she didn't seem like the type of woman that would accept it. And well... I had no cash on me. "Yeah, yeah. Hey, thank you so much for the help. I really appreciate it, Deb." She gave me a curt nod before making her departure and I was soon to leave next after getting Declan back into his seat. Once arriving home, Declan was fast asleep in his carseat and I was glad he was a heavy sleeper whenever I had to carry him in.

I was instantly greeted by Sydney who was wearing a plain black dress and even had her hair up in a neat bun. I was expecting to see her in sweatpants and one of my shirt but then I'd remembered that her mother was coming over. Of course she got all dressed up for her mother. The moment Sydney saw me walk through that door, her entire face mirrored that of my own. Excitement. Joy. Love. These all lit her features no matter how much time we spent apart. I was pretty sure the whole reeducation played a huge part in that. Three months away from each other was far too long and one night to us felt like an eternity.

Sydney and I could easily have our own space for a few hours but the fact was, even while at work, we'd grow to miss each other in just those few hours. There was one night where I could recall that Sydney had been spending the night with a few friends she made here in Maine. It went fine and well — until neither of us were capable to find rest and so we caved and finally decided to fall asleep talking to each other over the phone. It's safe to say that we were damn near inseparable as a couple.

Sydney dashed straight into my me and my baby-free arm wrapped around her without a second of hesitation, "well hello my sweet honey bunches of sunshine and happiness—"

"I love you more." She interrupted. Of course she wasn't about to let me win that 'I love you more' debate.

"Oh ho, hey now. You gotta let me win a couple of times here and there, Ivashkov." I retorted, leaning down ever so slightly to peck my lips against Sydney's a good four times before pausing and leaning down to give her one last final kiss. "I'm gonna get the little guy settled and I'll be right back down to help with dinner." Another quick kiss and off I went to put Declan down for his nap.

I wasted no time getting Declan settled up in his crib. Usually he'd be back up and at it again in an hour or so. If he got too much sleep then he refused to sleep at all through the night. By the time I came back down, my mother was happily helping Sydney with the food. Smiling to myself, I walked up behind my wife and wrapped my arms around her. "I got it, babe. No cooking allowed when you're in a dress." I said, placing a gentle kiss to the side of her neck. Or well, no cooking at least if I was around. That was my thing. No one could compete with my casserole and that was just a fact.

I could hear a light chuckle coming from the back of Sydney's throat, and I knew what was coming. As she swayed slightly in my arms, those golden eyes peered up at me with a mischievous glint to them, that look alone made my heart race and the urge to throw her up against a wall or at the very least, on top of the nearest surface became nearly impossible to resist. Of course, she had to take it a step further, "I've done a lot worse in a dress." She whispered softly against my ear. Those amber eyes met with green and we stayed with locked gazes. A million of less than appropriate thoughts filling both of our minds at that same exact moment. Both of our minds in sync as if they were one.

Good. Lord. This woman.

"I thought that was sexual tension I sensed all the way from the living room." Came a familiar voice we all knew all too well. Eddie Castile. I glanced over to see him making his way into the kitchen, grabbing a quick snack for himself. I forgot how much Dhampir's needed to eat. Sometimes I forgot I even had to feed them!

"Hey, if you're not gonna help then you get your ass out and let the professionals handle the food." I countered in amusement, throwing a nearby oven mitt at Eddie's back as he ran off laughing with a bag of chips.

An hour and some minutes passed when finally that doorbell rang. I changed into something that was more 'meet the mother' appropriate. Sydney and I had just finished up everything and I already had Declan all settled into his high chair. Sydney fixed up her hair and straightened out her dress. She rushed off to answer the door. I heard the two women laughing as the footsteps approached the dining room. I cleared my throat and looked at Declan, "let's hope Daddy doesn't fuck this up." I spoke to him as he carelessly continued playing with his toy keys. Getting up from the table, to be met by a familiar face I had met recently. Very recently.

"Well howdy, Debbie." I greeted before Sydney could even introduce us. We'd already introduced ourselves when the hunk of junk decided to take a crap on the road earlier. Admittedly, I was thrown off. Very thrown off but I wouldn't show that. All confidence here. Sydney though? She looked flabbergasted. I was already giving her mother nicknames.

Deborah also was thrown off. Perhaps by my good looks or maybe the fact that I was the idiot she helped on the road. Or by the fact that I am in fact, a vampire. Sometimes I forgot that being surrounded by humans constantly.

"Uhm. Mom, this is —"

"Adrian Ivashkov." Deborah interrupted as she continued staring at me.

I didn't dare move. I wanted to extend a hand out to be polite but the possibility of her jumping back in absolute terror was very likely here. So I stayed where I was. "Do forgive me. I forgot my cape back in my coffin down in my cave. The bats made it impossible to get to it. Little brats. Especially Edgar." Was the first thing I thought to reply with. See, in my mind, that was funny. In Sydney's? She wasn't too impressed and I'm sure I'd hear about it later.

Much to mine and Sydney's surprise, Deborah began laughing. Oh, I like her already. "Those pesky bats," she began and gathered herself before she made the move to come shake my hand. "I remember when Sydney was about eight there was a bat in her bedroom. She refused to leave my room the next three nights." Deborah reminisced fondly before taking her seat. Everyone in the room visibly relaxed when we realized that Deb wasn't anything like Sydney's father.

"Oh, I sure hope you brought baby pictures of her," I couldn't keep from saying. I still had yet to see any baby pictures of my wife. Sydney's look of relief turned into a playful glare towards me. Until that turned into a look of exasperation when suddenly, Deborah Sage yanked out an entire scrapbook of yes... Baby pictures.

By the end of the night, Declan was in bed after a very hectic day of women giving him nonstop attention. A hard life that was. As the night wound down, us adults were settled in the living room. My mom was already half a bottle of wine down and so was Deb seeing as she was going to stay the night. The two women were giggling messes as they showcased our baby pictures to mostly each other. I quickly regretted even bringing up any baby pictures. Deborah and my mom became friends rather quickly. Hell, all of us did. It made my heart melt to see how undeniably loved Sydney was by her mother. That was what she deserved.

The best part of the night though, was right before everyone retired to bed. I'd gotten ready for bed and came down the stairs to get Sydney and I nearly began tearing up when I heard Deb tell Sydney that she approved of me. She approved of someone she hardly even knew, she approved of a vampire being married to her daughter. I felt the heart within my chest swell at that sort of acceptance. I wasn't her son but she was so ready to accept me as one because of Sydney's love for me.

This. This was a family. This was the place that life lead me to and it was here, where I belonged.

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xariagold · 4 years

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╚ { hailey baldwin bieber, 23, cisfemale, she/her} hey, what’s up! i’m xaria gold. i’m from franklin lakes nj and everyone back at home calls me zari. i always get told that i’m outgoing & trustworthy but the haters will say i’m wild and reckless. when people think of me, they think of top of the line fashion fits, face masks and perfectly done brows but that’s just who i am, and like i always say “bible! kardasian inspired .”╝

born to a media mogul father on his 3rd marriage and real housewife of nj mother, xaria came out with a silver spoon in her mouth and gold immediately around her wrist.

her dad worked in new york city, just right over the bridge, as a business insider he owns companies like mobile phone networks & a newswire service that is worth billions of dollars.

xaria’s mom had a child young with her high school sweetheart, but things didn’t work out. she has a protective older brother who hates his step dad’s guts. the man is known to cheat on his wife, but she just turns a blind eye because money > love.

her father has older children, from his first two marriages, with children of their own...so things are weird around the holidays but whatever. she’s his baby girl and would do anything for her. literally. she’s set for life with her bank account and isn’t afraid to show it off.

from top designers in the fashion world, to high end make up companies and corporations, zari has been working with the best of the best since she was a teen.

for a second she wanted to try out acting, but realized her body and face was her money maker and being herself was better than having to fake a character for 14 hour days.

so as soon as she hit 18, she became a social media influencer, taking on campaigns and doing ad’s for all top paying companies. they liked her sweet and innocent vibe but with a bikini that revealed a little too much. which was perfectly a-okay in her book.

she doesn’t know how to drive because she’s always had a driver, but she has her license and 3 rides that she thinks are cute to take photos with.

zari is always down to party. she’s had a fake id since high school and though she’s of age now, you would think every night was like her first night of drinking with how drunk she always manages to get.

this bitch is hella trustworthy. like she has your back, will throw hands if she has to for her girls and get in anyones face with no shame. she can be feisty and has a bite to go with the bark.

doesn’t believe in love, thinks it’s something that’s made up to help people feel better about themselves and less lonely in life. she is always down for a good time, sleeping with whoever, whenever.

she’s down to smoke weed whenever, but doesn’t do anything harder because of a friend that past away from substance abuse. but doesn’t judge. not in the slightest. she understands that people have their things in life and are going to do what they got to. she might say something while drunk, but nothing too heavy.

redbull and vodka is her favorite, but she gets so wild off it, it’s insane. dark liquor and her do not mix, she will pass out for sure. vodka and champs is where it’s usually at for her, wine drunk is fun but she feels like it ends the night too soon?

into bad boys & people that are heartbreakers. she wants a reason to not commit, wants to make sure she has a reason to run if anyone gets to close to her. too good at goodbyes is her theme song and what relates to her the most.

#jshorehq:intro #intro #xaria gold #this is a mess im tired im sorry

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across-the-music · 5 years

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Long post about my ED, recovery, and self love

A number of things have happened these past few days that call out for a reflection.

I have an eating disorder. I've lived my life with this partner for around six years, since I was only twelve years old. With ups and downs I've been on a journey for recovery. This is path is a constant struggle, that requires a lot of effort, and it never truly ends.

I'm not overweight. I do have a body that doesn't exactly fit into society's model look. I'm short, I have big hips, a large back, thick legs and huge butt. And I have done terrible things to this body of mine, because it doesn't fit into society's ideal.

And in the past few years, even though I don't starve myself anymore, even though I've stopped puking and even though I gravitated into a "healthy" lifestyle (exercise, good meals) there's always a voice in the back of my head saying I'm fat and guilty for it. As if I was guilty of living.

So I still exercise and count calories. Or I did. Things changed a bit this year. And I couldn't be happier.

I have two friends who don't have a diagnosed ED. They haven't been checked out by doctors, they haven't had their brains poked by psychologists and psychiatrists. But they struggle with their "not pretty for society" bodies. They struggle with food. With self esteem. With living.

One of them tells me they cry in front of a mirror when they have to go out clubbing because they can't find anything that, according to her mom, looks good on her. She's beautiful. And this is not me talking, this is every guy she has eating from the palm of her hand. And everybody mocks her because she is allegedly fat. When she's not even chubby. So she struggles with that constant reminder that she doesn't fit into society.

I keep more in touch with the other friend because we're closer, and we have conversations about this topic pretty often. Because pretty often she reminds herself she hates her body. She talks to me about it because I understand her, because I know how it feels, and I find myself reliving moments of my life through her.

Yesterday, she told me she was not going to a party because there was a pool and she can't wear bikinis nor see other girls with bikinis, because she knows she doesn't look like them.

The first 3 years of my recovery I invented excuses to my friends in order to avoid going out with them. I said I couldn't stand fast food so I wouldn't have to eat at McDonald's or Burger King. Because I couldn't eat that many calories. My brain wouldn't let me. Now I feel I skipped years of my life because of that.

I didn't eat at quinceañera's parties, I didn't eat at parties in general. And I have developed digestive problems because I kept myself away of certain foods. I'm lactose intolerant and I now I'll never be able to share pizza with friends (tho I also hate it bc melted cheese is gross, but that's besides the point) because I swear it makes me feel terrible abdominal pain.

I hated guys because I constantly felt they were thinking how ugly I really look and that has deprived me from enjoying things like sex, nights out, and even relationship attempts. Because it felt like drowning having to eat in front of a guy. I constantly felt boys were judging me.

ED's affect your health but they also affect your social life and that has an emotional impact that is hard to explain. I felt guilty when doing all of those things: going out with friends, eating at McDonald's, undressing in front of someone else, wearing shorts, tanktops and bikinis, taking pictures of myself (did I mention I only started taking photos and uploading them on instagram on my second year of recovery?), dating, eating the entire plate of a meal even if it was so delicious I wanted more. I felt guilty for living. For living a normal teenage life.

This year I have made amazing progress, of course taking into consideration the advances I made in past years of recovery. I've enjoyed myself, I've done things I had never done like eating full meals and eating fast food more than once a year. Because I felt comfortable. Because people made me feel comfortable.

And I have to mention that these past few months have been very important, because I have never felt more in peace with my own body. I'd like to clarify that I still have that voice in the back of my head but I can ignore it like a champ. And it all has to do with the people that surround me.

The second friends has recently found a boyfriend. And she told me yesterday that she doesn't want him to see her because she's disgusting. They don't have intimacy.

I have also recently started dating someone (actually it's been a couple of months). I realised something changed thanks to his constant reminders that I am beautiful.

I was on a trip this year that students completing high school traditionally do here, and it consists of going out clubbing every night. Night outfits were a nightmare for me, because of my body type.

I sent pics of my outfits every night of this trip to my partner and oh my god he made feel like the prettiest, sexiest girl on the planet. And so I didn't mind if the tanktop I bought didn't look like it did on the mannequin when I wore it.

We went out eating. And I could it with freedom, because even if he mocks me and calls me gordita (which is "fatty" but has a different connotation here, it's a like a loving pet name), he tells how obsessed he is with my legs, my ass and my body in general. He tells me how my fat cheeks are so puffy he loves to squeeze them because he feels happy and how he thinks they're the prettiest things he's ever seen. Because even when I feel disgusting he tells me I look gorgeous.

And so my friend hasn't had sex with his boyfriends because she can't overcome this imposition of society to have a certain body. And I can safely say I have never felt more comfortable undressing in front of someone than with this guy.

So much so that yesterday I wore a bikini in front of everyone and I felt confident about myself. He has given me confidence.

And I've never gone out so much to bars and restaurants, I have never wore so many different outfits, I have never felt so much love for this body. And it's because of this new environment. Because of my friend's telling me I look pretty. Because of my boyfriend making me feel safe. And because of feminism. It has given me the tools to accept that the normative that society has made us praise IS WRONG, is unreal. It has given me the ability to perform art with my body in front of everyone and not be afraid to do it. Because there's not reason to be afraid of living.

And now I eat. I eat everything. I enjoy snacks with friends, I enjoy beer, and I enjoy dinner dates. I don't feel guilty anymore.

I feel like I'm getting back all the years and experiences anorexia took away from me. And I won't stop untill my friends can feel the same way.

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Who is Tara Meador? Wiki, Biography, Age, Aj Allmendinger's Wife, Children, Instagram

Tara Meador Wiki - Tara Meador Biography

Tara Meador is the wife of Aj Allmendinger, is an American professional racing driver who competes full-time in the NASCAR Xfinity Series, driving the No. 16 Chevrolet Camaro for Kaulig Racing. He also competes part-time in the NASCAR Cup Series for Kaulig, also driving the No. 16 Camaro, as well as part-time in the NASCAR Camping World Truck Series, driving the No. 23 Chevrolet Silverado for GMS Racing. Allmendinger's professional racing career began on the American open-wheel circuit. He earned five victories and third place overall in the 2006 Champ Car season. Allmendinger then began competing in NASCAR for the Red Bull team. He later drove for Richard Petty Motorsports, Penske Racing, Phoenix Racing and JTG Daugherty Racing in the Cup Series. When he lost his full-time Cup Series trip with JTGD in 2019 to Ryan Preece, he became a part-time pilot for Kaulig on the Xfinity Series and part-time television host for NBC, working as a color commentator for IMSA races and a NASCAR America analyst until 2021 when he returned to full-time driving. Additionally, he has competed in the 24 Hours of Daytona for Michael Shank's team every year since 2006 (except 2017), winning the event in 2012.

Tara Meador Age

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Tara Meador Background - Career

According to her website, It's The Road That Makes The Ride. We are all told, “live your life to the fullest”; I am here to do just that. My role as Mrs. Race City America 2021 serves as a vessel to project my passions and excite others as to what inspires me in this crazy world. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride with me. I haven't always looked and felt the way I appear today. Years of stomach pain, depression, fatigue, brain fog, skin issues, anxiety, etc. kept me from living my best life. It took major lifestyle changes, doing my research, and ultimately trusting my gut. My years of struggling with food and environmental allergies shaped my lifestyle. By embracing the process of personal development, I have been able to find the light and fight within myself; a path to peace in my mind, body, and soul. Kaizen is the Japanese word for improvement. It denotes an approach to process centering on “continuous improvement”. This process works to mold your abilities based on what you have, what you know, and what you do. Improvement in one area will naturally result in improvements in other areas and opens the possibility for advancement. This is why for me pageants and bikini fitness competitions are vehicles for self-improvement. I give myself permission, space, and time to develop my survival skills. If the past year has taught me anything, upping my survival skills on all levels is definitely a goal to work on daily. The payout is a healthier mind, and therefore a body, and soul- a state of optimal capability and survivability. Sharing my struggles and tools to overcome them with others has inspired me to show up in a variety of ways. It has become a superpower for me to help others heal and bridge the gap between want and do. I think of myself as a Wellness Warrior. Using my own wellness journey, I inspire personal victories and self-fulfillment. Because when we are happy, we choose to do better for ourselves and others. And when we all do good, we all do better. Goals as a Wellness Warrior: to improve daily and use my own wellness journey as a vehicle offering a roadmap to excellence, a path to understanding what your mind and body are capable of, and offer an opportunity to maximize your survivability - in all walks of life. Grow Through What You Go Through. I am proof you can, will, and are capable of that. Get out of your own way. If you want to fly, give up everything that weighs you down. The work is in letting go. Moving forward. Finding power and purpose in the pain. It’s all in your hands. Follow your heart. Give your head a break.

Tara Meador & Aj Allmendinger

Allmendinger married a 2003 Canadian model and Miss Molson Indy Canada Lynne Kushnirenko in January 2007. after meeting her at a Champ Car race in Toronto in 2005. The two filed for divorce in 2012. In 2019, Allmendinger married his girlfriend Tara Meador. They both have a pet cat named Mr. Tickles.

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A new era began at Indianapolis Motor Speedway when AJ Allmendinger took the checkered flag to win a first NASCAR Cup race at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway that no one will forget. Allmendinger, who raced his only Indianapolis 500 in 2013, had a chance to win that frustrated race when he was forced to pit late with a seat belt lose. On Sunday, however, Allmendinger, in a single inning for Kaulig Racing, survived the carnage of the final laps to avenge his misfortune eight years earlier and win the Verizon 200 at Brickyard. The race began with Mitchell, Ind. Native Chase Briscoe leading more laps than he had in the entire season. The winner of last year's Xfinity race spent the day fighting for a win to keep his playoff hopes alive. Briscoe's race was eventful, he raced in front but then had a tire problem. He was able to bounce back but finished 26th after a thrilling battle with Denny Hamlin that ended with him traversing the grass at Turn 1 and then turning Hamlin during the final restart. "At the time, he was looking for victory," Briscoe said on the NBC broadcast. "I wanted to beat him fairly. I've never purposely ruined anyone in my life." Hamlin accepted that it was unintentional, but that Briscoe should have been more conscientious. "Obviously if you cut the race track and you are in the lead, you will have a penalty," Hamlin said. "I don't think he did it maliciously, but it was just bad judgment." Read Also: Who is Maurice Shepperson? Wiki, Biography, Age, Family, Cause of Death, COVID-19 However, the story of the day was the chicane at Turn 5-6. NASCAR removed one of the sausage curbs on that section of the track at the end of the Xfinity race on Saturday. When the Cup cars took the green flag, a different curb started to become a problem. A divider became trapped under the curb early in the race, requiring marshals to carry mallets during stage breaks. Unfortunately, the curb could not withstand the rigorous abuse of the Cup cars and gave way during a late restart of the race. Several cars were destroyed in multiple different accidents arising from the same section of the track. After a chaotic series of late-race restarts, the outstanding push from Kyle Larson, who led 28 laps, almost went to no avail when he was returned to the field. He was able to rebound to finish third, behind Allmendinger and runner-up Ryan Blaney. Larson won the Knoxville Nationals speed car race on Saturday night and only slept for a few hours before the green flag on Sunday. He qualified fourth in the morning session and took a quick nap in the two hours between qualifying and the race. Larson dueled teammates Chase Elliott and William Byron for the lead of the race until the final 10 laps. There were several moments with close action, side by side, through the twists and turns of the road circuit that is now 21 years old. Pit strategy was still imperative and many teams took risks to earn extra points. With the Playoffs now two races away, teams in the bubble took a chance to maximize their potential point gains. Tyler Reddick, who finished 21st, won the first two stages to accumulate 20 stage points. With third place, Larson leaves without a point problem. And even though Briscoe turned him around late in the race and finished 23rd, Hamlin managed to clinch a playoff spot. The chaos in the final laps gave AJ Allmendinger a chance to claim victory. Allmendinger was in the third place when leaders Briscoe and Hamlin tangled. He held off Ryan Blaney on the white flag lap and scored his second career Cup victory. Indianapolis Motor Speedway tends to be a track where the best drivers of their generations come and win. With Allmendinger's victory on Sunday, he showed everyone why he is one of the best road racers in NASCAR. More importantly, he has also added his name in the history books not only as of the first Cup winner on the infield road course but also as the winner at Indianapolis. FOLLOW US ON FACEBOOK Read the full article

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