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Pocket Money | Lance Stroll x Reader

Summary: Since the start of the relationship, fans have been convinced you're only with Lance for his money. When he mentions your future in an interview, they accuse you of trying to baby trap him.

Warnings: Swearing. Angst but mostly just for sadness. Hateful fans.

Female reader with various facelaims. Pics found on Pinterest.

A bit different to the other three.

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YourUserName lovely london was kind enough to be sunny for me this weekend 🇬🇧

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chloestroll i’m still so jealous that you didn’t take me

→ YourUserName yes but if i had, i’d have spent the entire time trying to stop you from running off with a brit. i doubt scotty would appreciate that

→ scottyjames31 do NOT let her run off with a british man

→ YourUserName make sure you behave yourself then

User1 oh, so she’s on yet another holiday funded by her sweet, naive boyfriend who can’t tell he’s with a gold digger

User2 that’s it sweetheart. post pics of your trip that your boyfriend undoubtedly paid for whilst he’s busy racing all weekend without your support

User3 she’s quite possibly the worst wag. give the role to someone who would enjoy being there

→ User4 it’s not a fucking role, sweetheart. being someone’s fiancée is not a role you play, and i think y/n happens to do an amazing “part”

danielricciardo bring me back some crunchies

→ YourUserName no, i got into trouble last time. your trainer told me that you’re not allowed them

→ danielricciardo boo, you whore

User5 so she’s on yet another weekend away in london the same weekend that lance is racing in jeddah? can she make it anymore obvious that she doesn’t support him?

→ User6 her job means she has to travel a lot - just like lance - so unfortunately she cannot follow him around the world

→ User7 you tell ‘em, honey. y/n is a successful businesswoman but everyone seems to forget that? she makes every race when she can but sometimes she can’t get out of work

→ User8 at the end of the day, their relationship is none of our business

astonmartinf1 missing your face in the paddock this weekend

→ YourUserName i miss you too! although i bet nando is enjoying the peace and quiet

→ astonmartinf1 can neither confirm nor deny but he did mention something about yapping

User9 the sunset behind big ben is beautiful

User9 this is so cute. the way his whole face lights up when he’s asked about/talks about her

User10 not lance revealing that y/n would run away and marry him just to call him her husband

→ User11 yes! but he’s so dedicated to giving her the wedding she wanted since she was a child. these two have my whole entire heart 🥰

User12 ugh, where can i get a lance stroll? the way he loves his fiancee 😍 and not him being desperate to have babies with her

User13 so is this confirmation that y/n is pregnant? like, if he wants a baby in a year, then..?

→ User14 wouldn’t surprise me. if they get married, he can still make her sign a prenup and divorce her without a worry, but a baby would tie him to her for life so she can continue to spend his money

→ User15 okay but i’m with you on this. it’s the best way to ensure she can keep him around in some way because let’s be honest, their relationship doesn’t seem the best

→ User9 what the fuck is wrong with you two. where in that entire interview were you getting the impression their relationship is on the rocks? he’s literally planning an entire life with her???

→ User15 yeah and where is she? unbothered in london. she’s only with him for the money and that’s the only reason why they’re engaged.

→ User13 they’re engaged because they love each other! he’s also the one who said he wants her to have his children so he can keep her home????

→ User14 no they’re engaged because for some reason, he’s infatuated with her and she’s only using him, and she’s clearly tricked him into wanting children without realising that’s further entrapment

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YourBrother when sprout takes time out of her busy life to visit, Nonna cooks a whole feast (can you tell who the favourite is) tagged: YourUserName

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YourCousin the only reason we look forward to y/n coming home is because nonna feeds us GOOD

→ YourCousin2 agreed, nothing to do with us missing y/n at all

→ YourUserName this is why i left 😂😭

User1 anyone else find it odd that she’s in a different country again on race weekend? i mean, i know her and lance were still a couple last month but i’m starting to wonder if that’s changed

→ User2 she’s also not been active on socials despite that being part of her job description?

→ User3 can you blame her when everyone constantly hates on her

→ User4 being on media isn’t part of her job, she just liked to share her adventures with us and some of you arseholes ruined that.

User5 oh my gosh, her parents are so cute together. i want to be like that when i’m older

→ User6 and her brother and SIL curled up in the chair together. this family really do produce the cutest couples

→ User7 looks like the only absent spouse is lance :(

→ User8 um because he’s currently in china? he has more important things to be doing??

User9 i love that her brother's first idea to cheer her up is to give her beer

→ User10 well, at least we know she’s not pregnant currently

→ User11 thank god. we know lance is free from her in that aspect

→ User9 seriously? making these comments on twitter wasn't bad enough, you people are actually commenting on her BROTHER’s instagram

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astonmartinf1 our first race back in shanghai sees a p7 finish for fernando with the fastest lap. lance comes home in p15 after contact earlier in the race

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User12 woohoo, go nando

User13 nando could get the wdc if you got him a better car and a better teammate

User14 literally give the seat to anyone other than lance stroll please

User15 can we all stop hating on lance, please? it was an accident, they happen

User16 not him blaming danny ric. sweetie, the car has brakes for a reason

User17 danny ric was fuming but also seemed like he was trying not to be

→ User18 no literally. it was like he was trying not to say something but in one interview slipped up and said that lance has been really distracted due to issues at home

→ User19 i saw that! and the way he ran away after like ‘oo the team is calling me’

→ User20 are we smelling a breakup?

User1 i personally think lance stroll shouldn’t be in f1 but can we take a moment to think that whilst it was really bad driving, he’s not been himself lately? he looks really sad in all the media things

→ User2 literally, like he’s constantly coming under hate for his fiancée, and then she hasn’t been to any races recently and he’s not talked about wedding planning once. this is the man who was telling everyone about his wedding even if they didn’t ask

→ User3 maybe he realised that his girlfriend was a gold digging bitch

→ User4 literally. he talked about having children with her and then realised that meant she’d never leave

→ User5 you people are actually crazy. how do you turn a man talking about wanting children into the woman he loves trying to baby trap him? y/n has never talked about wanting kids

→ User6 this. like i definitely think they’ve broken up but for all we know, it could be that lance was talking about children and y/n realised she wasn’t ready/didn’t want them.

User7 can’t believe people are still running the baby narrative. we know nothing about their relationship because they’re quite a private couple - and after this, we can see why - and yet people have somehow created a whole drama about babies from nothing

User8 i know lance is one of the more private f1 drivers but i really think he needs to comment on this? the amount of hate y/n is getting is insane and shouldn’t be ignored

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YourUserName the view from my office is better than yours. sorry, not sorry

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BestFriend i’m looking for a woman in finance, trust fund

→ YourUserName you know you’re welcome to my trust fund anytime

→ BestFriend the best sugar mommy i’ve ever had

YourBrother congratulations on your promotion, shithead. one step away from ceo!

User1 wait why did no one tell me she was running a company?

→ User2 babe, we’ve been telling you bitches this from the start! but none of you listened

chloestroll congratulations, business barbie 💕

→ YourUserName thank you, music barbie 🤍

→ User3 so chloe is still here? does that mean we’re still getting a wedding

→ User4 idk. lance isn’t in the likes..?

→ User5 @ chloestroll please tell us what you know. Some of us are rooting for them to end up together

User6 so she goes radio silent for three months just to come back and pretend like she has a job? nothing about the man she supposedly loves?

→ User7 seems shady to me. you got caught out for being a gold digger so now you’re going to act like you actually go to work?

→ User8 i really hate people like you

→ User9 you know nothing about her and lance so how about we stop making shit up? lance isn’t going to see your comments and think i’m gonna shag this random person

→ User10 oh yeah like you know much more than we do. bitch

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PATO - ONE

series masterlist | part 2 | part 3

[charles leclerc x reader, carlos sainz x reader]

warnings: angst, fighting, mentions of pregnancy

note: I don’t listen to Billie Eilish all that much but my best friend got me hooked on her latest album and for some reason, Wildflower inspired me to write this. Might not have any correlation but ya know, when life give you lemons. Also here Charles and Carlos aren’t as close as they seem to be in real life. Hope you enjoy it!

MONACO, DECEMBER 2022 

You stand in the dim light of your living room, the soft glow of the lamps casting long shadows across the floor. Two years' worth of memories are strewn across the carpet like scattered leaves on a chilling autumn afternoon. Your chest heaves as you face Charles, the weight of your emotions pressing down on you.

“I feel like I’m drowning here, all on my own,” you breathe, your voice trembling with raw emotion. “You’re never home, you’re always away! What about us?”

Charles runs a frustrated hand through his hair, his agitation palpable. “You fully know that racing isn’t a hobby for me; it’s my passion, my life. I thought you understood that,” he spits out, his words sharp with frustration.

“I do understand that!” you exclaim, hands going up to rub at your eyes. Your face is slick with tears, they seem to fall at a never-ending pace. “But passion shouldn’t come at the expense of our relationship. You could come home, but you don’t!”

He shifts uncomfortably from across the room, his eyes darting away from yours to the carpeted floor below. His nostrils are flared in anger as he speaks. "So, what are you saying? You want me to give up my dreams? To stop racing?"

"No, I want you to find a balance. I want you to make time for us, for me. I can't keep feeling like I'm always second place. When you do come home, which is hardly ever, it’s like you're not even here. You’re closed off, cold. We barely spend any time together, and when we do, it’s like you're trying to hide me away.”

Charles’s eyebrows furrow, his jaw clenching as he shoves a finger in your direction. “I keep our relationship private to protect you from the media circus, you know that!” he interjects. "I can't believe you're being so selfish, Y/N," Charles snaps, his fists clenching at his sides. "You knew what you were getting into from the very beginning."

You let out a shaky breath, your shoulders sagging with exhaustion. It's an excuse you’ve heard time and time again, and there's only so much of it you can handle.

“Selfish?" you shoot back, your voice trembling with anger. "I'm the one who's been here, supporting you, waiting for you, and now I'm asking for a little bit of your time, and I'm the selfish one?" Your chest aches as you take a breath, your resolve melting away.

"And you fully know that I can handle whatever the media comes at me with,” you sigh. You turn and make your way down the hall, to your room, Charles following close behind you. All he can do is stand and watch as you start to shove things in a backpack. 

As you pull on a jacket and prepare to leave, he reaches out to stop you, his voice small with confusion. “What’s going on?” he asks, his hand reaching for yours.

You swat his hand away, your heart heavy with sorrow and frustration. “We're just two people trying to make a relationship work. But if you can't even be here for that, then what's the point?” you argue, your voice trembling with emotion.

“You don’t need to worry about keeping us a secret anymore, Charles.”

There’s a tense silence as he struggles to process your words, tears beginning to prick at his cerulean eyes. You stare into them, searching for a sign, a plea for you to stay. But you see none. And with a heavy heart, you slip out of the door, leaving him behind in the empty silence of your once-happy home.

You gaze out the window, eyes tracing over the contours of the darkening landscape. Raindrops patter slowly against the glass, each droplet a melancholic echo of the turmoil raging within you. Outside, the trees and grass blur together, mirroring the jumble of emotions swirling inside your chest. Your hand falls gently to your tummy and you can't help but glide your fingers over it tenderly. 

With trembling fingers, you reach into your bag and pull out the pregnancy test, its plastic casing cool against your skin. The two bold lines glare back at you, a stark reminder of the life beginning to grow inside you. Fear and uncertainty fill the cavities of your chest, threatening to overwhelm you. You close your eyes, tears tracing silent paths down your cheeks once again. 

Leaving Charles before telling him about the baby feels like abandoning a ship in the middle of a storm. Guilt gnaws at your chest as the train hurtles further and further away from Monaco, the distance between you and Charles widening with each passing moment.  You couldn’t shake the truth that seemed to present itself in bold letters before you. Charles may have been there, he may have laid in the same bed as you but for some time, his thoughts were miles away.

Another fear blooms at the edges of your mind. At 21, you never expected to face the daunting prospect of motherhood on your own. It's not the path you imagined yourself on at all. You thought you would marry Charles and share the joys and challenges of this baby with him.  But now, as the reality of your situation sinks in, you find yourself grappling with the harsh truth that you are all alone in this journey.

You loved how passionate he was about racing, and admired the fire in his eyes as he chased victory on the track. But in his relentless pursuit of glory, he seemed to have left you behind with nothing but his silhouette, a mere afterthought in his quest for greatness. 

In that moment, you realize that in many ways, you'd have to raise the child on your own regardless of Charles's presence. His absence has left you feeling isolated and alone, grasping at the fragments of your fractured relationship. If you'd stayed, who knows if he would have changed? The uncertainty weighs heavily on your heart, threatening to drag you under.

With a sigh, you feel yourself sag further into the train seat, the weight of your decision pressing down on you like a leaden blanket. The ticket inspector’s voice cuts through your thoughts and you hastily produce your ticket, handing it over to him with a shaky hand. Across the aisle, you catch the gaze of a woman's eyes full of unspoken sympathy as she watches your fingers tighten around the pregnancy test. You give her a tight-lipped smile as the ticket inspector hands back your ticket before turning back to the window, your gaze fixed on the blurring landscape outside as you hurtle toward an uncertain future.

a/n: a little short for the first chapter but they’ll be a little longer in the future, hope you guys enjoy this first one :) also if you made it this far, I just wanted to share that the word pato means duck. It's not too important for now but it will be later! As always, thank you for reading!

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7.1 Major

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, discussion of feelings, nudity, mentions of some sexy stuff.

Word Count: 3.2k

Previously On...: Idk; it's been so long. Who can even remember? Just kidding-- Bucky blew off his plans for a 'friend-date' with Lily to talk to you about what happened that morning.

A/N: And we're back!

Hi, besties! I confess to not getting as much writing done as I had hoped on my break-- cursed writer's block! Then, last night, I ended up scrapping most of the writing I did do and started over, lol. However, I've got a bit of a back log again, and a four day weekend starting tonight, and now that I feel reinvigorated with the story, we'll be able to resume our regularly scheduled program!

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You pulled up to the destination Bucky had sent you as dusk was falling. Langston Park. A weird spot for dinner, you thought, but you’d double-checked the location with Bucky, and he’d assured you that you were in the right place. 

Glancing at your map, you noticed that the pin he’d sent you was a little ways up a trail. You parked your truck and double checked your bag to make sure you had your pepper spray at the ready– not that you were afraid that Bucky was going to harm you– just that, a woman alone in the woods at dusk? You could never be too careful. It actually went against your better judgment to go in there at all, but you trusted that Bucky wouldn’t lead you into danger. 

If I do come across something unexpected, you thought to yourself, please let it be the bear.

You cautiously made your way up the trail, using the nearly useless flashlight feature on your phone to keep yourself from tripping over anything. It was difficult adjusting your eyesight from the bright light of the map you were following on your phone screen to the darkness gathering around you. After you’d been walking for about fifteen or so minutes, you had to turn left to go off-trail, cutting off your access to the dwindling daylight even more. You gently pushed branches of leaves aside as you made your way through the woods, until you noticed a soft, orange glow coming from up ahead of you.

When you broke through the tree line, your breath caught in your throat. The pin Bucky had sent you had led you to a small clearing nestled along a stream, with a melodious waterfall cascading down into a pool that held a handful of floating lanterns. The entire clearing was lit with hanging lanterns that gently swayed from the branches of the surrounding trees, washing the entire space with low, warm light. Spread out on the ground was a large blanket with some throw pillows, extra blankets, and a picnic hamper. And in the center of the clearing, crouched Bucky. He’d appeared to have just finished setting up his phone to stream some soft music. The entire tableau was the most romantic thing you’d ever seen.

“Hey,” you called softly as you turned your flashlight off, dropped your phone into your bag, and made your way into the clearing.

Bucky stood and turned to face you, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Major, hi,” he breathed. “Thank you so much for coming.”

“Did you do all this for me?” you asked in awe as you looked around, taking in your surroundings. You could feel a lump form in the back of your throat, and you had to actively tell yourself not to cry. No one had ever done anything so absolutely romantic for you in your entire life. Not once had Connor ever made a fraction of the effort Bucky had made tonight.

Bucky’s face took on a look of panic. “Is it too much?” he asked, nervously glancing around as though he were trying to judge it anew through your eyes to see what you might find wrong with it.

You smiled, reaching for his hand to offer a squeeze of reassurance. “It’s lovely,” you said. “No one has ever done something so amazing for me, Bucky. Thank you.” 

Bucky visibly relaxed at your words. “Figured I owed you something special, to make up for this morning.” He motioned to the blanket, guiding you to sit down with him. “I brought dinner,” he said, opening up the basket. Inside were several subs, a couple of bottles of lemonade, and a few bags of chips. “Sweet onion teriyaki chicken with cucumbers, extra pickles, and red wine vinegar,” Bucky said, handing you a sandwich. You held the sandwich to you for a moment, your chest filling with warmth at the fact that he’d remembered your offhand comment about your favorite sandwich. 

You put the wrapped sub down on the blanket in front of you. “Could we talk before we eat?” you asked him. “I’ve got some things I want to clear up first.”

Bucky swallowed and nodded, putting down the sandwich he had gotten for himself and looked up at you through his lashes. “Go ahead, sugar,” he said.

You took a breath. “I get why you didn’t tell Lily about me,” you said slowly. “It’s new, and we’re not even really anything. So, what’s there to tell her, really? Plus, she and I didn’t really have the best first impressions of one another, so that part, I understand. What I don’t get is why you felt you needed to lie about being out on a date at all.” Bucky opened his mouth to say something, but you weren’t finished. 

“I can’t even begin to tell you how many calls I got toward the end of my marriage that went just like the one you had with Lily last night. All the times Connor assured me he was just “out with the boys,” when, in reality, he was with his mistress. So, I guess, hearing you tell Lily you were with Sam for a ‘guys’ night’ was kind of triggering.” You sighed, heaving your shoulders. “I need to know, and I need you to be honest with me: Is there something going on between the two of you? Is that why you felt the need to lie to her about being out with me?”

Bucky shook his head vehemently and made a face of mild disgust. “Major, no– there’s never been anything between us,” he said. “I won’t lie, Lily is very important to me– as a friend– she was the first new one I made in almost eighty years, and she stuck by me when I was going through a really difficult time in my life, when I really hadn’t given her much of a reason to, but in terms of anything romantic, or sexual? Never.”

You tilted your head, considering his words. He seemed sincere, though if you had been a good judge of when a man you had feelings for was lying to your face, your marriage to Connor would probably only have been a fraction as long as it was.

“Alright,” you said, choosing in the moment to believe him, “so, if you’re as close as you say, and there’s nothing romantic between the two of you, it makes it even stranger that you lied to her about being out on a date last night.”

Bucky looked down, toying with a loose thread on the blanket you both sat on. “At the time,” he said, not looking up at you, “not telling her the truth seemed like a good idea. It didn’t really cross my mind that I was lying… more like ‘just not telling her the truth yet.’ I was really looking forward to seeing you again, doll,” he told you, his eyes now rising to meet yours, “ and telling Lil… well, it felt like I was needlessly complicating things."

You let out an exasperated sigh. “None of that explains to me the why behind it, Bucky,” you said. “Why would telling your best friend complicate things? 

“I just didn’t want her getting involved in our business before the two of us even knew what our business was,” he said, as if that made everything clear.

“But, shouldn’t your best friend knowing your business be, I dunno, a good thing?” you asked him in frustration, wanting to reach out and shake him. You felt like you were going around in circles. “Shouldn’t she be happy for you?”

“Of course!” he exclaimed. “Of course she’ll be happy for me. It’s just…” He heaved a heavy sigh. “Lily’s always had… opinions about every girl I’ve ever dated, and she’s never made it a point of keeping them to herself. I mean, most of the time, she ends up being spot on, and the relationship flops, but this…” he moved to place his hand over yours where it rested on the blanket, “with you? I wanted to enjoy it before she makes those opinions known.”

You turned your hand over and squeezed his. The full truth of the situation had clicked into place for you at his words, and the realization brought both intense clarity and an all too familiar heartache. “All my life, I’ve been… impulsive,” you told him. “I jump head first into things, without thinking about the consequences. It’s how I got into the Army, ended up with Connor, hell, even how I started my business. Sometimes it works out, but…” you  heaved a sigh, “usually it tends to blow up spectacularly in my face. I don’t want this to blow up in my face, Bucky.” 

The confusion in Bucky’s face as he took in your words was evident. “What are you saying, doll?” he asked.

You took a moment, considering your next words carefully. “I… I really like you,” you began as a wide grin broke out across his face. “Probably more than I should for a person I just met a few days ago, but the truth of it is, I’ve seen this story play out before, and I’m not sure I could handle opening my heart to you, only to have you leave me for the best friend you swore I’d never have to worry about.”

Bucky took both your hands in his own, a look of desperation crossing his face. “Sugar,” he said, then cleared his throat. “Major. I don’t know how many other ways I can tell you that I just don’t see Lily that way,” he said. “Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any dame the way I see you. You’ve got me feeling all kinds of ways I’ve never felt before.”

His words were sweet, and you felt your heart soften, but you had to remind yourself: you’d heard words just like it before. “Look,” you said, pulling your hands away from his, “maybe you don’t , but it seems pretty obvious, even as an outsider, that her feelings for you are stronger than just friendship. I don’t want to lose my heart to you if you’re going to realize that you belong with someone you’ve known for years, instead of a one-night stand that went on for too long.”

Bucky reeled back as if you’d slapped him and closed his eyes in a grimace. “That is never,” he began, a pained expression clouding his handsome face, “ever all that you could be to me, Major.” When he opened them again, his eyes were boring into yours, the blue gone cobalt in the growing night. “I’m not going to wake up one day and decide I want to be with Lily. I’ve had four years in close proximity with her for those feelings to develop, and they never have. I honestly can’t see why that would change, especially now that I’ve met you.”

God, you wanted to believe him, but you’d already played this role and it had nearly destroyed you, despite how nonchalantly you acted about it. “Does she know that, Bucky? Because, to be completely honest with you, on the night we met, both Nat and Wanda advised me not to get involved with you, because of her.”

His face blanched at the admission. “What?! Why would they say that?”

“They warned me,” you clarified, hoping that you weren’t betraying any trust with your new friends and only feeling mildly bad that you were divulging Lily’s secret, “that Lily wasn’t a ‘girl’s girl;’ she was a ‘Bucky’s girl,’ only, you didn’t know it.”

“But she–” he spluttered, “she– we– she never– she’s never said anything. She’s never acted…” He was at a loss for words, and you could tell that the information had genuinely taken him by surprise. Despite what Lily may feel for him, it didn’t seem like he ever suspected it.

“Maybe I should leave you to think that over,” you said, making motions to start standing up. “Thanks for the sandwich.” Before you could even get your legs under you, though, Bucky reached out a hand and grabbed your wrist.

“Wait!” he exclaimed, gently tugging you back down to the blanket. “Why are you leaving?”

You shrugged, confused. “I figured you’d want some time,” you told him. “Decide what you want to do about her feelings.”

Bucky looked at you like you were crazy. “Doll, in what world do any feelings Lily may have about me concern how I feel about you?”

“I just assumed…” you began, but he interrupted you.

“Assumed what? That just because she’s got a crush on me, I’m gonna ignore this thing between you and I? That I’m gonna develop feelings for her, outta nowhere, I might add, and just forget all about you?”

You shrugged your shoulders sheepishly. “Yeah, actually,” you said.

“You idiot,” Bucky said, shaking his head  with a gentle smile and a soft laugh. He put a hand behind your head and pulled you forward until your foreheads were leaning together. “I sincerely mean this when I tell you I don’t give a fuck about Lily’s feelings,” he said.

You both widened your eyes at the perceived callousness of the statement. 

“Fuck,” Bucky backpedaled, backing his head away from yours a little “that came out soundin’ awful, and definitely not how I meant it.” He ran a hand nervously through his hair. “Of course I care about her feelings– she’s my friend– I just mean… shit. Just, obviously, I feel bad if me not reciprocatin’ hurts her, but there’s nothin’ I can really do for it, y’know? Because it doesn’t change my feelings, and it’s not gonna change my feelings. 

And shit, you believed him. 

“You know what?” Bucky said, as if an idea had suddenly come to him. “Here.” He reached under the collar of his shirt and pulled out his military dog tags. Lifting them over his head, he slowly draped them around your neck.

“Bucky,” you said, fingering the embossed metal, “what…?”

“Think of it this way,” he said, “you, of all people, know what these tags mean to a soldier. Since I came outta cryo, came back to myself, not a single person has worn them, ‘cept for me. I’ve had girlfriends ask– hell, Lily’s asked– but it never felt right.” He brushed a strand of hair back from where it had fallen into your face when you’d looked down at the tags. “But with you, it feels right. So, if you’re afraid that I’m gonna up and decide that I’d rather be with Lily, or fuck, anyone else but you, I want you to look at those tags and remember that you’re the one I’m picking, Major.”

You swallowed. You did know what those tags meant. Commitment. Trust. An unbreakable bond. Wordlessly, you reached around to the back of your neck, unclasping the chain that rested against your skin. 

Bucky watched your motions carefully. “Yeah,” he said, licking his lips nervously, “that was probably me moving too fast, huh? I get it– you don’t have to wear them if—”

“Shut up,” you said gently, as you removed your own dog tags from around your neck and fastened them around his. “I don’t need to wear two sets, and your neck looked so lonely without one.”

Bucky held up one of the tags so that he could examine it, and you caught the moment he registered your name and information catching the candlelight.

“Sugar,” he said, his voice cracking on the nickname. 

“You’re not the only one making a choice, Bucky,” you assured him.

He leaned in closer, taking your lips with his own, the kiss filled with the fire you’d come to associate with him, and only him. 

When you pulled apart, he rested his forehead against yours, and you could make out the glassy sheen of unshed tears in his eyes. “This is perfect. Thank you.”

You admired the way they hung from his neck for a moment, and were overcome with the sudden urge to touch them. You placed a hand over the dog tags, your name, now resting over his pounding heart. Bucky cupped his own hand over yours, pressing it against his chest.

“These look awfully handsome on you, Sergeant,” you told him with a soft smile. Bucky let out a low groan and you looked up at him, eyes questioning. “What is it?” you asked him.

Bucky’s face turned bashful and he shook his head. “Nuh uh,” he said. “Forget it.”

Oh, you weren’t going to have any of that. “Come on, Bucky,” you said, playfully poking him in his rock hard stomach. “You can tell me anything. I’m wearing your tags now,” you added in a singsong voice. “We’re practically going steady.”

Bucky’s gaze on you darkened, and he tugged at his lip with his teeth. “Okay then, if you’re sure you really wanna know.” You mirrored him, biting your lip and nodded eagerly. Of course you wanted to know what was going through his head to cause him to make such sexy sounds. “Just imagining what you’d look like wearing nothing but the tags, sugar,” he responded, his voice a low, husky whisper. “Bet it’d be the prettiest thing I ever saw.”

Well, if you weren’t going to take that as an invitation. Raising an eyebrow in his direction, you got up so that you were standing before him. Bucky moved forward, as if he were going to follow you up, a question ready on his lips, but you leaned down and gently pushed him back to the blanket, so he was propping himself up on his elbows.

Not once breaking eye contact, you slid your hands to the hem of your shirt, slowly dragging it up, over your head before tossing it to the side. Next, you toed off your shoes while you worked the buttons of your jean shorts, letting them slide down your thighs until you were standing in just your balconette and panties. You didn’t even care that you were in the middle of a public park and you were undressing for a man. All that mattered was that you were undressing for this man, and in the moment, you were willing to do almost anything he asked of you.

Bucky’s eyes roamed your body from head to toe and back again, but you weren’t finished. He’d said ‘nothing but the tags,’ after all. Reaching behind your back, you skillfully unhooked your bra, but didn’t pull it off, instead letting it sit on your chest while you slowly shimmined your panties down your thighs and kicking them off to join the rest of your discarded clothes. Bucky’s breath hitched as he took in your near nakedness, and you almost giggled at the visible tenting taking place in his jeans. 

Clutching the bra to your chest, as if you were shy, you slowly got down on your knees and crawled up Bucky’s thighs. Finally, you let the bra fall away, and Bucky’s wide eyes never left your breasts as he licked his lips. You palmed him through the fabric of his pants.

“I believe I once said something about wanting this down my throat,” you told him with a wicked smile.

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DOMESTIC 141 + KÖNIG HEADCANONS

Pairings: Captian John Price, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, König x fem!reader (she/her)

Summary: Random headcanons of what TF141 + König are like domestically/ as fathers.

Warnings: Deployment, pure domestic fluff

Word count: 1000+

A/N: Choosing baby genders based on what I can picture more. I appreciate feedback! Let me know what you think :)

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this sideblog @hotmencoreplus for the account, @hotmencore

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

‣ Definitely 1 girl, 1 boy.

‣ Is very big on respect. If either of them disrespect you, shout, or start being bratty, he is right on it.

‣ Got his boy into football at a young age, and is the loudest dad out of them all. He will be shouting to him on the field just like when he barks out orders to rookies.

‣ Always wants to go on fishing trips. Always. I feel like it would be something him and his daughter do more than anyone.

‣ He isn’t big on technology at all. Pretty much just because he just can’t wrap his head around it.

‣ I imagine him keeping up with the new iPhone models, but would not change a thing about them. This man has default everything on his phone (apart from his lock screen of you and the kids).

‣ He is 100% one of them dads that never know what to call airpods.

‣ “What was it he wanted for Christmas? Airbuds? Earpods? iBuds?”

‣ “Airpods, John.”

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

‣ 3 girls. You cannot convince me otherwise. And he definitely secretly hoped for all girls.

‣ When Simon is home from deployment, they go to him for everything.

‣ Nightmares? You will wake up in the morning to find him missing from your bed, only to find him asleep, half hanging off of one of their beds with his arms round them on his chest, snoring loud.

‣ Simon is so usually on edge, though has learnt to zone his girls out when they are arguing.

‣ “Dad, tell her I’m right.”

‣ “Hm?”

‣ He especially zones out when his oldest girl is talking about school drama. He isn’t listening to a word of it, sat on the living room sofa with his head leant back, eyes shut, humming every so often to make it seem like he is following.

‣ I don’t think he ever shouts. Raising his voice for assertiveness? Yes, but he never shouts at his girls. It reminds him of how his dad use to be with him, and the thought of being even a smidge like his dad really scares him.

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

‣ 2 girls.

‣ He aspires for them both to be bestfriends.

‣ He aspires to be their bestfriends. Like he admires them both.

‣ He will never turn down a tea party invitation. Never.

‣ You’ll be cooking dinner, and have no idea where Johnny is. But you hear distant giggles, and follow them up to your daughters’ room. There, you find your military husband sat at a little plastic table, wearing a tiara, clinking tiny cups together with your daughters and their little bears.

‣ “Well it’s nice to see you again Mr. Snuggles. And who is this new gue- oh, hey lass. Wanna join?”

‣ When they start to grow up, he lets them experiment with make up on him.

‣ And seeing your military husband with sparkly pink eyeshadow on and red rosy cheeks really is a sight for sore eyes.

‣ When on deployment, he will tell any and every story of his little girls to anyone that will listen. He loves to show them off.

‣ This ‘anyone’ is usually Ghost.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

‣ 1 boy.

‣ Definitely has a modern style for his kids. He 100% bought him a pair of adorable tiny airforces.

‣ Is his son’s biggest supporter, in everything.

‣ He is big on praise. The biggest softie ever.

‣ Will put up every single painting his son has made. Your fridge is literally covered in paintings, drawings, pretty much anything made by your little boy, will be put up somewhere in the house.

‣ He vlogs literally everything. More than you.

‣ He watches them all when on deployment, missing you both, usually forgetting about sleep so that he can rewatch his little boy’s first steps for the 100th time.

‣ He also big on getting his boy into his own hobbies. Even though he has no awareness to suitable ages.

‣ You’re on the phone with him one night whilst he is away, as he talks to you about what he wants to get your son into.

‣ “When I’m back I’m gonna take us clay shooting. I reckon he’d like it”

‣ “He’s 2 Kyle”

KÖNIG

‣ 1 girl, you cannot argue.

‣ He worships the ground his babygirl walks on.

‣ He will literally do anything for her. And you, of course. But his little girl is the light of his life.

‣ He loves when he is home because he takes every opportunity to dress his little girl. Every single time he does he is internally screaming at the size of the clothes.

‣ Every. Single. Time. He will come home from deployment with a bouquet of flowers for his wife, and pull out a singular flower before he reaches the door to give to his babygirl.

‣ You are definitely the one wearing the trousers in the household, always having to put your foot down. Because there is no way this man could ever say no to his little girl.

‣ Is always taking photos of the both of you. Always. He isn’t often in photos himself, but will never miss an opportunity to take one of either of you.

‣ When he is home and takes care of your daughter whilst you go to work, he will be sending you videos and photos 24/7 as little updates.

‣ I can imagine him being the driest texter on the planet. Like he is a proper dad, will just send a ‘👍’ or one word answers. So these photos and videos will rarely ever have context. He will just send them randomly.

‣ Is completely unaware of suitable bedtimes for kids. You will spend a night out with your friends, and come back in at like 10pm to find him up with your toddler making pancakes.

‣ “König! She should have been in bed at 7pm!”

‣ “Oh”

#task force 141 x reader #task force 141 platonic #könig #simon ghost riley #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #call of duty #dad!reader #husband!reader #könig fluff #fluff #domestic fluff #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley

[hookhausenschips]

Unbreakable Bonds {T. Wolff}

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Summary: Y/N & Toto try to navigate through their feelings as the season progresses.

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part one

@omgsuperstarg wanted a second part to 'I'll Be There", so here it is!

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Third Person POV

In the days following Y/N’s courageous decision to leave her toxic relationship, Toto Wolff found himself more intertwined with her life than ever before. The transition was far from smooth, but Y/N’s resolve was unyielding, and Toto’s support unwavering.

Y/N had moved into a small apartment, a space that was hers alone, a stark contrast to the oppressive environment she had escaped. Toto was there to help her settle in, bringing boxes and offering to assemble furniture, though he often found himself more focused on being present for her than the tasks at hand.

Late one evening, as they sat on her new couch, surrounded by the remnants of unpacked boxes, Y/N looked over at Toto, her eyes reflecting both exhaustion and relief. “I don’t think I could have done this without you,” she admitted softly.

Toto smiled, the warmth in his eyes reassuring. “You’re stronger than you realize, Y/N. But I’m glad I could help.” He hesitated, then added, “How are you feeling?”

Y/N leaned back, sighing. “It’s a mix. Freedom is exhilarating, but there’s still fear, and a lot of uncertainty. But having you here makes it bearable.”

Toto reached out, taking her hand gently. “You’re not alone. You never will be.”

Their connection deepened with each passing day. Toto found solace in Y/N’s company, her presence a balm to his often tumultuous life in Formula One. He marveled at her resilience, her ability to find joy even amidst the chaos of her new beginning. Y/N, in turn, found a steady anchor in Toto, his unwavering support giving her the strength to rebuild her life.

Despite the growing intimacy between them, Toto was mindful of the power dynamics and the significant age gap. He wanted to ensure that Y/N felt empowered and independent, not reliant on him for her happiness. They navigated this delicate balance with grace, their mutual respect and understanding forming the foundation of their relationship.

As the racing season progressed, Toto and Y/N's bond continued to evolve, drawing the attention of those around them. Colleagues noticed the subtle changes in their interactions, the stolen glances, and the way they gravitated towards each other. Speculations arose, but neither Toto nor Y/N felt the need to justify their connection. It was theirs to define, and they were content with that.

Then came the Brazilian Grand Prix, a race renowned for its intensity and unpredictability. Toto was immersed in the strategic complexities of the weekend when he received a text message from Y/N: “I need to talk to you. Can you meet me?”

Despite the hectic schedule, Toto’s concern for Y/N took precedence. He found her in a quiet corner of the paddock, her expression serious yet composed.

“Toto,” she began, her voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of emotion, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. About us, about everything. I don’t want to rush into anything, but I also don’t want to keep denying what I feel.”

Toto’s heart raced. “Y/N, I understand completely. I’ve been thinking about it too. I care for you deeply, more than I can express. But I want to make sure that whatever we do, it’s right for you.”

Y/N stepped closer, her eyes locking onto his. “You’ve been my rock, Toto. I don’t want to live my life with regrets, and I don’t want to miss out on something potentially amazing because I was scared. So, what I’m saying is, let’s take this one step at a time. Together.”

Toto’s smile was one of pure relief and joy. “I’d like nothing more, Y/N. One step at a time.”

The rest of the race weekend was a whirlwind, but beneath the surface, there was a new sense of calm and anticipation. They navigated their professional responsibilities with the same dedication as always, but with an added layer of personal connection that made everything feel more meaningful.

As the season drew to a close, Toto and Y/N found themselves looking ahead with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that they had each other. Their journey was just beginning, and with each passing day, they grew more certain that they had found something truly special.

On a crisp winter evening, after the final race of the season, Toto and Y/N sat together, watching the snow fall outside. The world was quiet, the only sound the crackling of the fire in the hearth.

Y/N leaned her head on Toto’s shoulder, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m glad we took this step. It feels right.”

Toto kissed the top of her head, his heart full. “Me too, Y/N. Me too.”

And so, they embraced the future, hand in hand, ready to face whatever came their way. For they had found in each other not just love, but a partnership built on trust, respect, and an unwavering commitment to face life’s challenges together.

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F1 Taglist: @hiireadstuff, @really-fucking-tired, @donteventry-itdude, @spookystitchery

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[balkanradfem]

Rating of Garden Critters!

Bee: 12/10, beloved, beautiful, miracle bug, would die for her, all flowers in my garden are for her

Ladybug: 10/10 I love her, she trusts me and walks on my hand, has little dots I can count and eats plant lice for breakfast lunch and dinner!

Ants: 2/10, they keep starting lice farms on my plants :/ go farm your lice elsewhere. Fun to watch though.

Spider: 10/10 charming, threatening, excellent vibes, does not respect my walkways, ultimately so useful for the garden I will never bring them down

Frog: 10/10 I don't know what she's up to but I love looking at her!

Mouse: 3/10 she gets 3 because she's so adorable but. She will dig out seeds and eat them. Go live in the fields please.

Snake: 10/10 absolutely love the long noodle, will resolve the mice issue, incredibly useful critter + points for powerful presence

Mushroom: 10/10 not a critter technically but she will make my soil healthy and I hope my plants can communicate underground too? If there's mushrooms?

Worm: 10/10 must have in the garden, please thrive in my soil, please live in my compost pile

Wasp: 6/10 threatening aura but I do believe she just wants to pollinate some plants and I respect her. There's place for her in my garden.

Bird: 8/10 I love her, I'm unsure whether she eats my worms but I hope she also eats bugs that eat my plants. Please don't eat my strawberries.

Plant lice: 0/10. No. Get off my swiss chard.

Butterfly: 4/10 Please stop laying eggs on my broccoli. You're so beautiful I love you and I want you to have as many babies as possible. But I am hungry. I am too weak to support your reproductive process.

Potato bugs: -2/10. No. Only bug I've enacted violence upon.

Any other bug that I do not recognize: 7/10, welcome to my compost pile! We have grass, we have peels, we have rotten fruit. Please eat it. Also if you're a cool neon color or really big I will follow you around for a while infinitely entertained by your existence.

Hedgehog: 10/10 I know she's just lost in there but please stay you're so adorable.

Slugs: -99999999/10. They know what they did.

#garden #pests #critters #beneficial bugs #good bugs #good criters #garden helpers #gardening #gardening memes #growing food

[nightgoodomens]

I have thoughts about why AL and GT seem so distant now, we all know the poly stuff was for attention. But they did seem friendly enough until after the BAFTAs. Not besties, but friendly.

My view is that Anna is not and has never been in love with Michael. They had a fling, there was a pregnancy and Michael being a decent guy stepped up to support her, to raise his child and be a great father. They have always been on the same page in that regard, I think. They’re friends, they were friends who had sex, until the last 8 months or so when things got serious with David. But Anna understands her place in all this and is supportive of Michael following his heart and in the meantime she has a beautiful house, kids and support whilst they are little.

I think Georgia is in love with David (despite the way she treats him) and is highly possessive, she was okay with David/Michael when it was a casual/swinging arrangement (hence her agreeing to that part in The Way) because that ticked a nice ‘queer’ box for her. Now it’s clear it’s more than that she expected Anna to be on her side, but she isn’t.

Anna knows her arrangement is temporary and is happy to support them, as we’ve seen of late. She sometimes takes the fake relationship thing too far at award shows, but generally she gets it.

GT is acting out because David has had enough of her shit and wants to be with Michael. She is ignoring Anna (who I think naively thought they were still friends) because Anna is actively supporting Michael and David.

Just my view.

I mostly agree…

Lately I’m struggling to see that GT loves DT, to be honest. If you call someone an asset and treat him like crap… The way this relationship started and has been for years, and especially the way she’s been acting towards him lately - it’s a red flag after red flag. Gives me a pissed off control freak whose asset is finally escaping because someone showed him he deserves so much better. Her constant insults and trying to beat him down give me someone who’s angry that after years of putting him down to keep him doing what she wants and not escaping is finally falling apart and she’s been desperately trying to pull him down. But PR is trying to get her a job so she’d finally pull the claws out of him and they won’t need to use him for her anymore, I think.

AL always knew the deal. She just wants her pay check for promo, hopefully a job, and then to get a new dude. That’s why she’s not lashing out at DT/MS. Plus I think she’s simply just… more normal. Supportive might be a stretch, because I believe those posts were made by the men, but there seems to be no bad blood at least.

There is something poetic about GT treating DT like crap and an asset, and now losing her shit because he’s escaping, and GT treating AL like crap and an asset, and then cutting her off because she sided with the men instead. Maybe it’s time to stop treating people like crap and assets and content that can do something for her.

I think GT is simply a toxic narcissist that sees people as what they can do for her and she’s angry when they break away. AL either has always been a beard or she had a one night stand and they fucked up and then agreed to arrangement.

I don’t think Michael and David were casual until London… I think this relationship has been serious for a long time, but I do think it became so serious that they literally want to be public and that’s it. And DT and MS don’t want “beards” anymore.

#NightGoodOmens talks PR #fab take #thank you

[toychest321]

Long rant below "Keep reading", cw for colorism and racism

For those unaware, @hellaplastic on Twitter released a prototype image for LaRose's doll indicating she had been originally designed as black and whitewashed. Evidently Kicks Babe, released the same year, faced the same treatment.

I have long been aware of MGA's racist practices bleeding into Bratz and Rainbow High (prioritizing lighter-skinned or white characters above darker-skinned dolls), but this shit continues to legitimately disgust me. It certainly doesn't help that LaRose's style of pastel hyperfemininity is one which black and brown women are frequently excluded from.

According to the original poster, both of these changes came about when retailers asked for less POC dolls, although which retailers have yet to be directly mentioned. As a result, I'm seeing defenders of MGA attempt to shift blame onto these retailers for not wanting black dolls on their shelves, or consumers for not buying them. However, these arguments completely oversimplify this much worse issue.

MGA, retailers, AND racist/colorist consumers are all complicit in the systemic racism and colorism present in the doll industry. MGA is perfectly willing to take credit for sticking to their guns with putting Sasha from Bratz on shelves in spite of retailers' protests, and yet whenever the opportunity arises for them to cater to racists' whims they fold faster than a house of cards.

Since the year LaRose and Kicks Babe came out, we've been seeing fewer black dolls released by OMG and even fewer with textured hairstyles. In 2022 there were 10 dolls with textured hairstyles and 11 dark-skinned dolls, in 2023 that was cut down to 4 and 2.

We shouldn't allow this kind of shit to continue. We shouldn't allow the doll collectors and consumers to perpetuate racist and colorist ideas, we shouldn't allow retailers to make these kinds of demands without serious repercussions, and we shouldn't allow MGA (and frankly any other companies pulling this shit for that matter) to have their sales and reputation go completely unaffected by such blatant racism.

I'm going to continue supporting and promoting POC-owned doll brands like Fresh and Naturalistas over these racist and cowardly mega-corporations supporting genocide, and I encourage my followers to do the same.

And of course, once again, I implore all of you to support the GoFundMe's of Ahmed and Sahar and their families. Whatever money you planned on spending on these dolls that would have supported a company willing to pull shit like this could instead be used to support the POC suffering from the actions of colonizers.

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[daisystwistedgarden]

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hello! i'm joining other lovely fanfic writers with @ficsforgaza to help raise money for the folks in need in palestine! i wanted to show my support in the best way i can, and this to me is a wonderful effort to bring the community together to do some good.

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❀ the high school years

before night raven college, each student had their own lives and experiences in high school. what did those years look like? how did they affect each student at the arcane academy now?

headcanon paragraphs for each student. college!au. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

❀ mermay: azul, jade, & floyd

you're a researcher and rehabilitation expert at an injured merfolk sanctuary near the coast in a small city. one day upon arriving to work, you're greeted with news of a new arrival. he's a bit... odd, it seems, but you're determined to coax him from the depths of his tank and help him recover from the injuries that landed him here in the first place.

small fics for each character. x reader. nonhuman!au (aka no school, no transformation potions). estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

❀ summer camp collab

a super secret collab with two other amazing writers! support this fic if you want to sponsor a fun project i'm keeping under wraps for now...

fics for each character (limited cast). college!au. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

❀ escape room hcs

in a convoluted set of circumstances, the members of night raven college are paired up together in completely random groups for an escape room bonding exercise. how does this go? who thrives, and who flounders? which groups make it out alive?

character groups made up of main cast of 24 (22 main students + yuu and grim). six groups of four chosen at complete random by a spinner wheel. college!au. estimated length = unknown. groups completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

❀ tattoo/piercer!au

you're looking to start your apprenticeship in tattooing and piercing at a small shop on sage island. there, you study under an employee at the shop meant to take you under his wing. who is he? does your apprenticeship land you your dream job (and relationship), or is it a disaster from the moment you lock eyes?

fic, x reader. limited characters. post-college!au, tattoo/piercer!au. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

❀ yandere!fem!vil x reader

vil never expected you'd ever break up. the split was blinding, leaving her in a stupor as she stumbled through coveted on-screen roles and modeling gigs for the most prestigious publications in twisted wonderland. in her mind, you're still hers. it's only when she finds out that you've found another lover that her world-- and mind-- officially crumbles. it's time she takes matters into her own hands.

fic, x reader. trigger warnings: murder, stalking, general yandere behavior. post-nrc!au. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

✿✿ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ✿✿

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[silovsmenot]

Flowers from Ostrava | JJ Peterka

Requested by @creativewritersposts...

Maybe JJ Peterka x gf! reader. You're sad because you're for Latvia and Germany kicked their asses in the world championship. So he sends you a bunch of flowers and is cheesy to cheer you up because he can't be home?

WARNINGS: Unless you're as depressed about the LAT-GER game as we are, none at all. It's pure fluff, maybe some slightly suggestive bits but only implied if you think like I do. PAIRING: JJ Peterka x f!reader. NOTES: I didn't realise how cute this guy was until today. I might have missed some typos so please forgive me. WORD COUNT: 1165

The summer break had rolled around, and with Buffalo missing out on a playoff spot, you knew that JJ would be jetting off to Czechia for the IIHF World Championships. You tried and tried to get the time off work to go with him, but you had no luck — you’d have to watch from your home in Buffalo while he played in Ostrava.

You kissed him goodbye at the airport with promises of daily phone calls and text messages, for it would be the first big trip that he made without you since you first got together. You knew it would feel like an age as you watched his games from your couch, with only your dog to keep you company.

A few games had passed, you’d sat and watched everyone. You’d both made some playful bets on his games, those harmless ‘if i win, you do this’ sort of bets — things that you’d both pay up on when he returned. Though you were seriously down on your luck, as you’d lost them all to this point. And playful bets were turning a little more serious when it came to Latvia. They’d grown into a bit of a comfort team for you after last year, you didn’t quite know why but you did support them over the others — even Germany, much to JJ’s frustration but you both enjoyed the competition.

Just before 9am, you rolled out of bed with your dog following close behind. Still yawning, you made yourself a cup of coffee and some breakfast before taking your usual place upon the sofa with the pre-game stream just beginning. With your newest bets on the game placed the night before with JJ , you’d already sent your ‘good luck but lose please’ text to JJ, but you couldn’t help but send another teasing ‘i’ll be so mad if you win this 😉’.

As the times lined up, the smile stuck to your lips as it always did when you saw JJ on the tv. The realisation truly setting in about how you missed him already, and knowing it was another week at least until he’d be home with you.

The puck dropped as you took a large sip of the coffee, holding the mug close to your chest as you watched with your breath held. It was barely five minutes before Kahun would open the scoring, the familiar mixture of excitement and disappointment as the German celebrations began. You did not want to lose another bet and did not want to see Latvia lose either.

The first period was nearing its end, you were so sure it would end 1-0 and Latvia would come out with their heads held high still — but with Wissman’s weaving through the crimson and white jerseys, the German fans broke into celebration once more. An audible groan parting your lips.

And things only slipped further down hill as the second period began. Two German goals in quick succession, followed by JJ scoring from the right wing to rub salt in the growing wound. Your arms were crossed upon your chest, the remaining coffee had gone cold upon the nearby table. At 4-0, things looked dire for your bet and for team Latvia. Dire would become a painful loss as JJ pocketed the seventh goal for team Germany before the end of the second period, your head in your hands as you covered your eyes. Hope was gone, you’d lost your bet again.

There was a small peak of pride as Michaelis fired a shot between the posts before the horn blew for the second intermission, but you knew there was no coming back from this score line. One more German goal in the third and the game would draw to a close, the German team looked elated in comparison to the deflated Latvians. And from your couch, you pouted into your fresh cup of coffee.

Things were always silent for an hour or so after JJ’s games in Ostrava, you’d wait patiently looking at your phone for his text. And, usually, it would be a teasing statement or a winky face for you’d lost another bet.

Needless to say, he was excited to get home and for you to pay up.

You were a little confused as you heard the doorbell ring after about an hour, you’d heard nothing yet from your boyfriend and you’d been sat watching daytime rubbish on tv. Hushing at the barking of your dog, you strode to the door and opened.

Just beyond stood a young woman with a large bunch of orange and red flowers in hand — the look of confusion that had been etched upon your face dissipating immediately, for you knew who’d send flowers in those colours.

“A last-minute order from Ostrava?” The woman queried with her own look of perplexity; this certainly was not her everyday order.

With a short sigh and a nod of your head, hands accepted the large bunch with your gaze immediately caught upon the small card that rested atop the bunch. Thanking the woman, the door was closed, and you wasted no time in freeing your hands to read the card.

‘I’m very sorry that you’ve lost another bet, please don’t hate me. I love you and I miss you, your JJ xx’

You glared down at the card for a moment, but you couldn’t ignore the fluttering in your chest. Fuck, you missed him.

Almost perfectly on queue, you heard your phone ring. You didn’t speak as you answered the phone, not at first — but you could almost hear him grinning.

“Do you forgive me, Liebchen?” JJ spoke with his usual cheeky tone, and you’d be lying if you tried to say that you weren’t grinning from ear to ear. You could never stay mad at him, especially when he started with the little nicknames.

“I’m absolutely furious,” You lied, somewhat poorly and he knew it. You could hear him dramatically hiss in thought as you stifled a small giggle. “You did really well today, JJ.”

“I just wish you were here to see it; I hate being so far away for so long.” He softly whispered. And so did you, but it felt good to hear him say it. “I can’t wait to come home to you, you've got a lot of bets to pay up on.”

You rolled your eyes, playful and excited at the mere thought of him being home with you again. A soft laugh into a phone that made his lips curl even deeper into his smile. He missed that laugh everyday that he didn’t hear it.

“Just finish this tournament out, do your best. I’m proud of you, JJ.”

He went silent for a moment, a slight pinkening to his cheeks that he’d never admit to nor would you see. He could only have been happier if you were there with him in Ostrava.

“I love you too, y/n. You’re the best thing that has happened to me.”

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[charliehoennam]

beyond the badge pt. 3

pairing: david loki x f!reader

summary: his fianceé is abducted and a distraught david realizes some rules must be broken in order to save the one he loves.

warnings: 18+, dark themes such as language, violence, eventual smut, suicide, death, physical injuries, threats, blood and abuse of law enforcement

SHARING IS CARING, SO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE IT

Cruising through the town in his Crown Victoria, David can’t stop looking around for you.

The amount of experience he’s acquired over the years tells him you’re almost certainly tied up in some disgusting old basement and he can only pray you’re unharmed, even though in most of the kidnapping cases he’s solved, the chances of you being completed untouched are slim to none.

But still, he scans every passing face because what if?

Other than your disappearance, what he hates the most is having to rely on a criminal keeping his word.

All he can think about is how Donovan can have a sudden change of mind and order your execution. Or he could order his boys to slap you around, mess you up or God knows what else.

It corrodes him, flipping his stomach to the point he has to pull over to the side of the road. He throws the door wide open and stumbles out of his car towards the far side. Hardly anything other than bile spews onto the grassy ditch.

With a heavy groan and hard blinks of his ticking eyes, his back rolls and straightens as his vision finally stands still.

He walks back to his car and grabs a half empty water bottle that’s being sitting his car for too many days. Using the water, he rinses the bitter taste from his mouth and spits it out a couple times.

As he climbs back into the driver’s seat, he takes another cigarette from his pack – which he’s had only for a couple hours and it’s already nearly empty - and lights it up.

“It’s never bothered me, but if this is what you wanna do, you have my full support.”

You’re dancing around one another in the kitchen, relishing in one of the rare nights you’re able to share and cook together. It’s one of the things you love to do together.

Trying out a new recipe is a whole event. David treasures these little cooking events for a number of reasons.

Growing up as a child, food was scarce in his household. He had lived off of expired Wonder bread and peanut butter for a good long while until he was caught stealing food from the school’s cafeteria – the leading factor that eventually led to Child Protective Services escorting him to Huntington’s Boys home where he had spent the following 6 years.

The Boys Home wasn’t exactly any paradise either. His neglectful and drunken excuse for a father might not have been around to starve him, but he still had to fend for himself.

As a single, grown man working law enforcement, the most elaborate dish he learned to make was boxed pasta with canned tomato sauce. He was content with that until you came into the picture.

The first time he invited you over for dinner, he forgot he only had half empty ketchup and mustard, soy sauce packets, a couple beers and day-old Chinese takeout along with other scattered ingredients that couldn’t be combine to make a dish for one. So, he stuck to what he knew: pasta and tomato sauce.

He’ll never forget how cute you were, trying to lie and tell him it was great. He knew it was awful. If his far-from-sophisticated palate could taste it, he had no doubt you could taste it.

You laughed it off over a pizza that night, but he still likes to joke that you kept coming back for more.

One of the main reasons he looks so forward to these events is because he gets to be with you.

Most nights when he comes home, you’re asleep in bed and he doesn’t want to wake you. Although sometimes, you’ll stir from his presence and stay a couple extras hours to enjoy some adult fun.

There’s just something to soothing to him about watching you cook. He admires every single movement. The way your tongue pokes out as you carefully slice with a sharp knife. The way your hips sway to music that plays only in your head. The way your breasts jiggle when you whisk. That’s his personal favorite and also why he loves it when you bake.

“You really mean that? I might get a little cranky though. Or so I’ve heard” he smiles over at you as he dices fresh garlic.

“Yeah, babe. Of course,” your smile melts his heart every time. “Why the sudden change though? I thought you loved smoking?”

“Well, I love you more and I wanna be alive to spend more time with you.”

“Be still, my beating heart” you grin, surprised and lean up into him for a quick kiss. “That’s very sweet. I support you even more for that. And, if there’s anything I can do to help, I’m more than happy.”

Your voice shakes as you whisk the bowl of eggs for the omelet.

“Well,” he smirks standing behind with his arms wrapped your hip as his eyes lower to peak down at your jiggling cleavage. “I could think of a couple things you could do to help.”

David arrives at the police station – along with a few unit cars to accompany the transportation of the large sum of money - located in Conyers’s neighboring town. It’s much larger than the one where he works and heavily protected, with more law enforcement and advanced security system since the evidence room is shared with neighboring towns.

As David makes his way to the evidence room, Mike quietly thanks God that his boss let him in on the situation once the call from O’Malley came in. Of course, he already knew about everything, but he had to act like he didn’t and that was the hardest thing he’s ever done.

It’s clear from David’s disheveled appearance that he’s at his wits end and hanging on by a thread. He knows David’s always had an intimidating brooding look to his nature, but he looks ready to kill as he marches down the hall.

Mike’s never been afraid of David before, despite David’s rebellious past, but the determination in David’s dark eyes has a chill running up Mike’s spine as he approaches.

They don’t waste time with small talk. Mike tries to ask him how he’s holding up, but David doesn’t answer. Instead, he confirms the money and hands one of the duffel bags to the police officer next to him. He’s all business and that’s all he can muster for now.

Mike isn’t sure of what to say to him. He knows no amount of words in all the languages in the world can ease his pain, but it does hurt to see David suffer this way. So, he doesn’t say anything. He stays quiet as David opens and checks the bags.

He thanks his friend in a curt manner and heads back down the hallway, making a mental note to invite him out for a beer to apologize for his attitude. He hopes Mike can understand his impatience for small talk. He’s too concerned with your well-being that he isn’t even certain if it is well after all.

Once the money’s picked up, his car rolls to a stop at the old abandoned mill by the river. With a couple new packs of cigarettes, he sits in his car waiting for the time to pass. One cigarette after another, he smokes as he thinks over every possible outcome of this ‘deal’.

He trusts the plan he and his co-workers concocted, but that’s not what he’s worried about.

Anything could go wrong. It’s such a shot in the dark and he hates that he can’t predict anything. Everything is so uncertain and he can’t remember the last time he felt this terrified.

Taking the hidden picture from his pocket, he holds it against the steering wheel while his other hand hangs from the window with a cigarette dangling between his fingers.

David would gladly give his own life to save yours. He’d switch places with you in a heartbeat if he could. You don’t deserve to get caught up in his mess, in the wicked ways of his world.

What if you are alive and he’s able to get you back? Where will you go from there?

Even if you do decide to stay with him, there could be a possibility this happens again. The guilt will forever linger him when he thinks back on this and he knows he’ll never forgive himself.

Despite the love he has for you, he wonders if you would be safer away from him. Now, he’s almost certain you would.

This is why he shut himself off from the dating scene. This is why he wanted to avoid this vulnerability in the first place. Innocent loved one get hurt because of his job and he doesn’t know if he can live with that.

Time takes forever to fly by. Every minute is crucially grueling to him. Alone in his car, he finally breaks down in cathartic tears. All the anguish he’s been holding inside finally floods out.

As the day darkens, he hardens his heart bracing himself for what may come. Once he finally got all those tears, a numbness overcame him. He sits, dragging the smoke into the shell that he’s become, void of all emotions.

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[youbutstupid]

What d’you think is the “best” trait the main bau team members have?

OH I love this question thank you so much. There’s a lot so bear with me

Hotch: his compassion for his team. He’s an extremely compassionate and empathetic leader, constantly allowing for his team to leave work if they need to and following them on their hunches, even if they seem unlikely, purely because he loves and respects each of them. Quite often Hotch is portrayed as stone faced but I’ve honestly never seen a male leading character be so openly loving to their team.

Gideon: how much he cares for the victims in his cases. Gideon is often characterised as being a bit clueless to the feelings of his team, yet he never is to the people he is trying to save because he puts his everything into it. He has always been so open and accepting in cases which was rare for a 51 year old man in 2005; he was very willing to let go of his old ways and what he used to know so that he could evolve with the changes in society in order to best help the people he was saving. We also got to see his book of the people he saved. It was amazing.

Rossi: his ability to read and help the people on the team when no one else does. I wholeheartedly believe that if Rossi was present during the Hankel case, Reid would not have gone through his addiction alone. Rossi is always the one to call out people who try to hide their problems and he puts in so much effort to help them, even using his hours outside of work to do so. We see him waking up early to help Hotch coach Jack’s football matches, him inviting Penelope over for scotch so that she can finally disconnect from technology and him hosting the cooking class, the wedding and Strauss’ funeral dinner ar his house. His character development from being weary about the team to adoring them all individually was amazing.

Reid: I love how despite him admitting that he has trouble with emotions, he is always the one doing everything he can to be an emotional support when people around him are struggling. We see him try and comfort Elle when everyone else disconnected from her, he stayed with Garcia the entire time when she was shot, he is the one to call Emily to ask if she wants to hang out when she started disconnecting due to the Doyle situation, he is the one to try and help JJ with her PTSD in season 10 and so on. He doesn’t like the idea of the people around him going through things alone despite the fact that he often tries to go through things alone and he is extremely selfless in this sense.

JJ: I am constantly inspired by how throughout the show, she is repeatedly putting in effort to try and improve herself as a person and as an agent. We never see her get cocky, even when she deserves to be like she was in the FBI from a very young age, she had one of the most challenging jobs as the press liaison and then she was able to work herself up to profiler where she was one of the most formidable people on the field. Despite how impressive she really is, the audience are never given a chance to consider it because she never boasts about it and instead spends everyday striving to be better.

Morgan: he is always willing to take on a leadership role when he has to, yet he is always willing to give it back to Hotch when he doesn’t need to take it on anymore. I’m not just referring to season 5 either, I’m talking about any time when Hotch is unable to take on his role. Morgan respects Hotch a lot and is always willing to support him by taking on the role of team leader when Hotch can’t anymore, yet he never tries to take the role permanently for himself, despite being told he could by Strauss. Despite his years of experience and his leadership skills, he is willing to give up the role because he sees it as what is best for the team and he respects Hotch too much to keep it.

Elle: her protection of women. Elle was, in my opinion, ahead of her time. She previously worked in the sex crimes division and in season 1, she was the only female profiler and she did not step away from her previous role as an advocate for women in sex crimes just so she could better ‘fit in with the men’ of the BAU; she instead brought her perspective with her and implemented it in her cases. She was the only one in episode 3 to look at the woman who was assaulted and realise how uncomfortable she must have been surrounded by men. She ended her career in the BAU fighting for women and it hurts me that the BAU lost her.

Garcia: she never, ever stops being herself, even when people question her or bring her down for it. Sadly, because Garcia is the brightest person in the room, she is quite often the one who the profilers take their frustrations out on; we have seen JJ, Morgan, Hotch, Rossi and Emily all do this. Despite this, she doesn’t waver, she doesn’t stop being the brightest person in the room just because someone is simply not in the mood for her to be because she knows that she does not need to apologise for simply existing as her authentic self. In the episode The Black Queen, 9x12, her ex tells her that they both used to make fun of girls like her, and she corrects him saying that he made fun of girls like her, this was who she always wanted to be. This is so empowering to me.

Prentiss: my love, she was so unbelievably loyal to those around her and this was clear from the beginning. She was the only one to question Reid’s suffering in season 2, she literally uprooted her life and faked her death so that her team’s lives could be protected in season 6. When she found out JJ was in danger in season 9, she was so quick to jump on a plane back to help her. When the team calls for favours whilst she is in London, she always answers to help them. When Reid got arrested and imprisoned in season 12, she didn’t once believe that he committed the crime of which he was accused and even risked her entire career tampering with possible evidence so that it couldn’t be used against him. She is loyal to a fault and so many don’t acknowledge that.

Todd: we only got Todd for 9 episodes but I loved how human she was. She was the first character to make the audience realise that none of what we were looking at was normal. By season 4, the audience became very desensitised to the crimes that we were looking at and Todd broke us out of that and she also was not afraid to call out the fact that it wasn’t normal that the profilers were desensitised either. I respect how in the end she would rather admit that she couldn’t do the job anymore than lose that human side of her. I also loved how she made sure Hotch never took JJ for granted.

Seaver: we never got to see much of Seaver��s development because of the writers, but I loved her willingness to learn. Seaver hadn’t even graduated from the academy when she joined the team, she was not a profiler, she wasn’t even a qualified FBI agent. Watching her learn and grow in such a traumatising field and take it all in her stride was so incredibly interesting to watch. I also loved watching her friendship grow with the team; going to the cinema with Reid, Morgan and Garcia, gaming night with Rossi and going out for curry with Reid. 

Blake: Blake was so incredibly talented and so unbelievably smart but instead of using it as a way to get ahead of her team, she used it as a way to relate to them and bond with them. She almost became a protective figure over them and she took that role very seriously too. It was honestly amazing watching her mind work and how easily she was able to take on her role as a profiler because of it. I know I just named multiple good qualities but it is incredible to me how much her character was able to grow and be adored in just two seasons, she had no idea what dynamic she was getting into when she joined the team yet she fit in perfectly and adapted to it so quickly in order to help them and gain their trust.

Callahan: her confidence. She went into that bullpen being unapologetically herself from the beginning and she fit herself into that team without an ounce of apprehension. She made so much effort to establish herself and she was not shy about it which I adored; she had banter with Rossi, she opened up to Reid, she carpooled with JJ, she became a close friend for Garcia and she gained Morgan’s trust all within a few episodes; the last two being hard to do as a new member of the team. I love how she didn’t question where she belonged, she knew she belonged.

Simmons: to me, Simmons was just so incredibly sweet. When he first joined and I saw that he was buff and conventionally attractive, I was weary that he was just going to be another jock detective that we see in other shows, but he wasn’t. He, again, was an incredibly strong and skilled agent yet when he arrived on the team he took everyone for who they were and never once acted like he was in any way better than them because he had skills that they did not have. He was just a nice person and that may sound like a basic description but to me, it’s the best description to give a person. I felt genuinely safe with Matt’s character on the screen because it was just lovely to see a man on the screen who was just good.

Lewis: OH I love this woman. Tara brought a new element of self assurance to the screen and also humour. She, again, was very unapologetically herself and she knew her worth, as we saw when she went through her breakup, which was so refreshing to see because it is rare you see a woman know her value and not be portrayed as cocky for doing so. She is also a character that marked her place on the team and I also love how unafraid she was to come out and say that she was dating a woman, which was a risk in itself because the BAU had never had an openly LGBTQ+ profiler before. I also loved how she brought ‘your mum’ jokes to the show because watching a 50 year old woman with a doctorate make multiple ‘your mum’ jokes is all I needed from the show if I’m honest.

Alvez: I don’t want to repeat things too much but I also love Luke’s loyalty, which is something we also saw from very early on in his time in the show. Bear in mind when Reid was in prison, Luke was only on the team for a very short period of time, yet he believed wholeheartedly that Reid was innocent and even made threats for his safety. I also love how he took Garcia’s original dislike of him in his stride and honestly embraced everything about her, whether it was her distrust in him or her ‘quirkiness’ as the team would dub it, he took it all in and loved her because of it all, not in spite of it.

#I’m sorry this is so long this fully took an hour to write oops #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch #jason gideon #david rossi #spencer reid #jj #jennifer jareau #derek morgan #elle greenaway #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #jordan todd #ashley seaver #alex blake #kate callahan #matt simmons #tara lewis #luke alvez

[skribbyposts]

Cw: slight nsfw!

ugh im too tired to format shit correctly. have some zosan foreplay for wip wednesday guys. similar content to this is up on my ao3!

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It’s intoxicating, the push and pull of Zoro’s body against his, the way the swordsman can't seem to keep his hands off of him— rough palms squeezing his hips as he licks every sound out of Zoro's mouth. Sanji had demanded Zoro to ‘lose the fucking shirt’, and somewhere in between the next hickey he sucks onto the swordsman’s bare chest, his own button-down had been opened and was now barely hanging off his shoulders.

Zoro taps Sanji’s hip, and the blonde pauses his ministrations to shoot an inquisitive glance up at him.

“Cook, I—shit,” Zoro breathes, kiss-bitten lips struggling to form the words. “Can you…”

“Mhm?” Sanji sits up a little straighter to meet Zoro’s eyes.

“I.” he cards a hand through mint hair. “I wanna feel it.” Zoro looks like he's going to say more, but then closes his mouth into an exaggerated frown when he sees the sly grin creeping onto Sanji’s face. It looks more like a pout than a grimace from where Sanji’s looking, and the tension in the air is broken when the blonde starts snickering.

“Not funny,” Zoro grumbles, punctuated by a pinch to the skin near Sanji’s navel.

Sanji swats Zoro’s hand away. “Fuck you, don’t pinch me.”

“I’ll pinch you if I want to.”

“You want me to suck your dick, or not?”

“…Point taken.”

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hope you enjoyed… writing this is so hard i literally cant 💔. thanks for all the support on my prev posts, i hold all of my precious 69 followers near and dear to my heart!

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[iconic-position]

Friendship and fun of sex with a stranger

Hello friends, welcome all of you once again to Shanaya's world.

The soul was satisfied after having group sex but only for a few days.

Although among them Anuj used to make me happy often.

Whenever Anuj felt like it, he would come and have fun the whole night and would sleep next to me.

Sometimes he would make me sit on his penis and teach me the car.

I had a lot of fun in all this.

After some time I changed the flat.

There a college boy often kept looking at me and examining me.

His name was Shashank. Everyone used to call him Shanky.

He lived in the house opposite and often followed me.

When he saw Anuj coming to my flat, he understood something.

This unknown sex story of mine is with this boy.

After a few days, Anuj started taking advantage of my body.

Anuj would come and have sex with me badly and go away.

I got upset and fought with Anuj and everything ended.

Now I started concentrating on my job.

About a week later, I met Shanky face to face because he had given me a lift and got my scooter repaired.

Now he used to come to my flat.

We would meet, we would drink tea together, talk… then he would go away.

He was an engineering student.

He was about to turn 24 years old.

He also used to go to the gym but his body did not look very active.

Yes, he was a fit guy.

One day he came to my house.

I made tea for him.

I had just placed the tea when I slipped and the tea fell on her.

I lost my balance in panic and I also started falling on him.

Then both his hands held me and supported me.

Both his hands came directly on my breasts.

Both my breasts were tightened by his hands and I was saved from falling.

However, he immediately recovered his senses and started lifting me.

I said- Sorry, sorry Shanky… Please, you might have got burnt by the hot tea, please remove your pants quickly.

The tea was indeed very hot; He himself was feeling uneasy.

He removed his pants.

I started looking at her thighs wet with tea and quickly gave her a towel.

He was burnt.

I brought the cream and started applying it on her thigh with my own hands.

It was my mistake.

He was badly burnt and was experiencing severe burning sensation.

I applied burnol cream on her thigh and got up to wash my hands.

When I came back after washing my hands, I saw that he was holding his penis and applying cream on its side.

Through his underwear his penis appeared to be a hard, thick rod.

Seeing me coming, he said – Please don't look here!

I looked away with a slight smile.

He kept applying cream gently on all sides of his penis.

After some time he wore his pants and left my house.

I started thinking that I had burnt it unnecessarily.

Due to this mistake of mine, I started feeling very sad.

I regretfully wanted to do a lot for him, so I called him the next day.

He came to my house around 7 in the evening.

I made tea for him again and today I mixed a medicine in his tea.

I had brought a gel for that.

I gave him the gel to apply.

He said- Hey, there was no need for that. Now everything is fine there.

Today I was feeling a burning sensation in the hole between my legs.

Now I wanted to squirt the juice from his penis.

He was sitting and drinking tea.

I told him – Shanky, you let me see… I will apply the gel there with my hand. All this has happened because of me.

He said- No, leave it… everything will be fine.

I put my finger on Shanky's mouth and silenced him.

Now I sat in front of him.

He said- Don't do it friend… I am feeling shy.

I asked- What are you ashamed of?

He couldn't say anything.

I took off his pants and started looking.

Jhant's hair was coming out from his cut underwear.

Because of this he was feeling ashamed.

I went out of the room and brought a ladies razor to remove my pussy hair.

I told him - Shanky, keep sitting quietly, I will make everything fine.

Shanky- Leave it not.

I didn't listen to Shanky and took off his underwear.

His penis was sleeping. His penis seemed big even while sleeping.

I quickly moved my hand forward and caught hold of his penis.

As soon as I touched him, his penis hissed like a snake and it started coming to life.

Without reacting anything, I started moving the razor in her pubic hair.

It cleans hair without using soap.

Often doctors also clean the hair near the private parts with this razor before the operation.

There were hairs all over his penis, above and below.

While cleaning my hair, I said - Shanky, you haven't shaved for a long time!

He shyly said – Yes, it has been a long time this time.

I was holding his half erect penis firmly in my hand and moving it here and there and cleaning the bristles.

After that, as soon as I moved my hands on his buttocks, his shivering increased and his penis started erecting.

She- Man, stop it now… leave it please!

I said- Shanky, what is wrong in this, it happens to everyone. You just relax.

I caught hold of his penis again and completely cleared the surrounding forest.

Shanky had released a sticky substance from his penis.

Because of that, his precum got on my hand.

Shanky said shyly – Sorry.

I said to Shanky – Okay…now go and clean it with water.

Shanky went to the bathroom and after some time he did not come out.

So I went and started looking.

Shanky was masturbating his penis in the bathroom.

He started ejaculating at that very moment.

He had spoiled all my fun.

I went to him and said – Shanky, are you kid… today you have to drive in a luxury car.

There is a chance to travel and you are going to Khatara by bus. Come on, let me take you on a trip to heaven today.

Just then I came inside the bathroom and gave shampoo in his hand and said – Come on, clean it quickly and come back.

He washed his hands and penis and came out and sat down.

I removed her panties and said – Shanky, close your eyes.

He closed his eyes.

I caught hold of Shanky's penis and took it into my mouth.

Shanky- Aaah…what are you doing!

Me: Nothing, I am just massaging your penis with my saliva. Maybe the burning pain will go away.

Saying this, I took his entire loose penis in my mouth and started caressing it with my tongue.

His penis had become completely loose.

Shanky- Ah, I am having a lot of fun. Today is the first time I felt so good.

When I was sucking his penis with pleasure, his penis started coming to life.

Now Shanky got up and said – Give me full love… what is there in half?

He held my head and started kissing my lips and started tearing my clothes instead of taking them off.

I was suddenly surprised and said - Hey, don't be crazy... I am taking it off, don't tear it, friend!

Shanky- I am not able to understand today…. What should I do… you just take it out quickly.

Perhaps he was now affected by the medicine, which I had given him after mixing it in tea.

Shanky quickly caught hold of me and took me to the bathroom, took off my panty and started applying shampoo on my pussy.

He inserted his finger in my pussy and started washing it.

I started enjoying his finger.

Within a short time, he went completely crazy and started inserting and taking out his finger vigorously.

I started moaning with sensual moans – Aaah Aaah Aaah.

Hearing my sigh, he started fingering me faster.

I started bending down holding his hair and saying ‘aah aah’.

‘Stop it Shanky…’

He stopped and put the mouth of the handshower on my pussy and with pressure the water squirted deep inside.

I enjoyed it a lot.

After some time he said- Let's go to the sofa.

Taking me in his lap, he brought me to the sofa and made me sit there and spread my legs.

Due to the spread of my legs, my pussy also got exposed and came in front of him.

He placed his mouth on my pussy and started moving his tongue.

‘Ahmm yummy…. Shanaya, you are a hottie.

He started sucking my pussy… He was sucking my pussy like a hungry dog.

I was rubbing my pussy on his mouth with my legs raised in the air.

‘Aaah aaah mummy…aah shanki aaah baby aaah suck it.’

After some time, he got up and put his penis in my mouth and pushed it inside with a strong push.

He started pushing his entire penis into my mouth.

He was in an agitated state abusing me and saying - Ahh bitch, you bitch...suck sister's dick, ah suck bitch.

Holding my head, he started giving long strokes of his penis.

I could feel his hard penis reaching my throat.

I was humming.

My entire mouth was filled with saliva.

His fair and thick cock was fucking my mouth.

When I held his legs he understood and stopped.

Taking out the penis from my mouth, I said – Don't do it now Shanky… I will die. Now fuck my pussy quickly.

Hearing this, he picked me up and threw me on the bed.

Spread my legs and started inserting my penis into the pussy.

Me: Hey, please wear a condom, friend!

Shanky- Why condom… now enjoy the cock without condom, Rani.

He shrugged off my words and inserted his penis with a jerk.

Me- Aaah ee… Shanky died.

She- Ah bitch, you will not die like this… you will eat two more cocks like me.

Saying this he started to jerk vigorously.

My pussy felt like bursting due to his jerks - Ahh you Shanky you took my life... Aah dog Shanky... Stop it motherfucker!

Shanky- Hmm… now you are back on track… what should I do right now you bitch… I have just started fucking… sister's fucker you bitch… today the cock has become very hard.

He kept giving thrusts after thrusts and kept on muttering 'ant-shunt' and giving thrusts of his love - Ahh here my love... really today you made me ride in a luxury car... ahh!

Me- Aaah Shanky and take it my love… Aaah ee.

He kept fucking me faster and the sounds of fuck fuck kept coming.

Within a few moments the pace increased from both sides.

Now I also raised my ass and started shouting – Ah Shanky, fuck me faster… Pelo Shanky.

Then suddenly he took me on top of him and I started jumping on his penis with all my heart.

For a few minutes I bounced my ass and ejaculated and expressed my tiredness.

Shanky made me a mare and he started fucking me by holding my waist.

He was fucking me with great force. Perhaps the effect of the medicine was that he was not ejaculating at all.

He was fucking with full force.

I was also charged again and this time I was also enjoying getting drilled by his penis.

After some time I said to Shanky- Let me come up.

He lay down on his back.

I sat on his penis and while kissing him, I moved forward to put a condom on his penis, then he filled one of my breasts in his mouth and started sucking it.

I picked up the condom while feeding her.

Then while kissing him, I started putting a condom on his penis.

Shanky- Hey, don't do it, friend!

Me: Shut up, friend!

I made the dick wear a raincoat.

I had to put my safety first.

Now he made me sit on his penis and inserted his penis and said - Come on, jump, my love.

I started bouncing my ass on the dick.

At that time both my breasts were bouncing, he caught hold of my breasts and started lifting my ass while squeezing them.

The bed started making 'choo choo' sounds due to both of us having sex.

Shanky was also giving shocks from below.

I also started saying 'Aa ee eee aaah' - Ah Shanky, I will die... stop it, my king.

Shanky- Just my love… ah tujhe marne nahi I will give.

Me: Shanky ahhh just do it Shanky aaaah… enough… I can't do it anymore!

Then he caught hold of my hands and made me lie down on him and started giving jerks.

I was rubbing my breasts and taking the cock in my pussy.

Then he suddenly got up and turned me in such a way that my feet came on the ground and I lay face down on the bed.

Me- Ahh… what are you doing Shanky?

Meanwhile, Shanky's penis entered the vagina and he ejaculated.

Me- Aaah mmamma aaah.

In this pose his penis was directly touching my G-point.

Shanky did not stop…he started giving jerks continuously.

I just kept screaming ‘Aaaa baby aaaah, what will you know…’.

After a few moments I also started enjoying.

But moans were coming out due to pain.

After some time I felt that I was going to ejaculate.

Then Shanky said- I am taking out the water now baby!

I immediately told Shanky – Wait.

I made her lie down and started jumping on the penis again.

I said – When Shanki starts leaving, give a signal.

I increased the pace of ass bouncing.

On the other hand Shanky also started giving shocks.

As soon as Shanky started aaah aaah.

I immediately got up and removed the condom.

His semen started coming out from the top which was rubbing on my ass.

All his goods went away there.

I immediately inserted the penis into my pussy and started tasting the juice of the penis.

Shanky- Hey darling, what are you doing… don't do it now. It's going to be a mess!

I held Shanky tightly and started bouncing my pussy on his penis.

Shanky- Ahhh baby… not now… there is no life left in my penis.

Me: Ah please hit a little more.

He closed his eyes and started trying to stiffen his penis.

I increased my speed and I also started cumming - Aaah aaah ahh gayi.

I lay down on his chest panting and he started moving his hands on my body.

Shanky said- Ah Shanaya ah… it was fun… you are really a luxury item.

I laughed and he held me tightly.

We both remained lying like this for some time.

After about 20 minutes he whispered in my ear – Honey, I am hungry, make something.

Me: Shanky, first go to the bathroom, take me!

He picked me up in his lap and took me to the bathroom.

Taking me there, he cleaned my pussy and also cleaned his penis.

Both of us came to the kitchen naked.

I started making Maggi.

He started harassing me.

Then he came behind me and started helping me.

Then I felt that his penis had started becoming erect again.

I said- Shanky, don't do anything right now, just eat well first.

He- Hey everything will be done, let it be done first.

Shanky placed my hands on the kitchen counter and placed his penis on my pussy from behind.

I moaned loudly – Aaah mummy aaah… I pushed it into my dry pussy.

Shanky said while thrusting his penis harder – Enough baby, nothing happened. You look Maggie, I'll look here.

I laughed and grabbed the spoon and started stirring the Maggi.

He started pushing into the pussy again.

When I again started saying ‘Aaah baby Shanky…’ he started holding my breasts and squeezing them.

‘Hey Shanaya… nothing happened, you just enjoy and feed me Maggi.

I took out the Maggi in a plate, while he continued to insert his penis.

The pussy had released juice, so I also started enjoying getting fucked due to the lubrication.

After some time, both of us stopped and separated our penises and pussy and came into the room.

Shanky had fallen in love with me.

He placed the plate of Maggi on my breasts and started eating.

I removed the plate and went to the bathroom and when I came back, Shanky's penis was playing in the middle of my Maggi noodles.

'Come, eat!'

I refused.

But he did not agree and I started eating Maggi with his penis.

He had wrapped Maggi on his penis and was making me lick it with his mouth.

It was really a lot of fun licking Maggi from his penis.

After about 5 minutes, he took me to the bathroom and after cleaning everything in the bathroom, he turned me into a bitch and started inserting his cock into my pussy.

This time there was lubrication in the pussy, so as soon as it was placed, the penis entered inside.

Shanky- Hey, it seems the entire tunnel has opened… the work will be done without any hard work now!

Now Shanky sat on the commode and I sat on his erect penis.

She was having jerks and both my breasts were bouncing amazingly.

He was repeatedly hitting my breasts and squeezing them.

The forced sex continued for about 20 minutes in the bathroom and we both ejaculated.

Shanky had fucked me 5 times from night till morning.

The next day both of us were lying completely unconscious.

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[brairslair]

lil eddie smut ramble

18 ONLY. NO MINORS PAST THIS POINT.

a/n: i was just listening to sex on fire by kings of leon and eating a lollipop omw home from work, and my mind started wandering so now i present you this tiny little blurb. no actual smit, just super suggestiveeee… yw!

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“head while i’m driving”

Your hand rests dangerously close to the tent in your poor, flustered boyfriend’s jeans, and your sweet giggles cause his leg to twitch.

Logically, you know this whole situation is dangerous, but you’ve been needy for hours, and the overwhelming lust is strong enough to cloud your judgement.

Your perfect, attentive boyfriend has been taking care of you all day. Taking you out to lunch, buying you a sweater you really wanted, and giving you sweet ice-cream flavored kisses at the park after spending the day carrying your things. You just want to take care of him in return, is that so terrible?

As your nimble fingers begin to unbutton his pants, his hand wraps around your wrist. Gentle, but strong enough to stop your movements. His other hand has a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel.

You look up at him through your lashes, feigning innocence. “What is it, Eds?”

He takes a long, deep inhale through his nose, exhaling through his mouth, just like how you taught him to deal with stress. You hold back a new fit of giggles as you lick your lips. His eyes flicker at the movement.

“Honey, I love you,” he tries to pull himself together, “but if you keep doing what you’re doing we’re both gonna end up dead on the side of the road.”

You frown as his words, even though you know he’s being extremely reasonable.

“Eds” you whine out, “I just wanna take care of you, like how you always take care of me.”

You test the waters again, softly tracing the outline of his bulge, and he sucks a breath in through his teeth.

You have a plan, and you know it’ll work. After all, Eddie’s wrapped around your pretty little finger.

You lean up so your soft lips brush the shell of his ear, putting on the most seductive voice you can muster;

“I just want to suck you off so good that you feel like you’re dying.”

That does the trick.

In the blink of an eye he’s turning the van into an empty alleyway, only lit by the slowly setting sun. You smile at him like you want to eat him alive, and in a way, you do.

“You’re a real devil, you know that?” Eddie asks you with a loving smile playing on his lips, finally letting you unbutton his jeans.

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[spacebaby1]

If you don’t mind I want to request

Y/N telling law she’s pregnant

Law becoming emotional

Asking if the baby is girl can she be named after his sister if it’s boy can he be named after Rosinante

Thank you(:

Sorry this took a while, but enjoy!

You were sitting opposite of Law when you held your hands over your mouth as you ran towards the bathroom and Law followed holding your hair as you puked your guts out. "I think you got food poisoning from that take out, I told to not eat from outside! Are you okay?" Law asked seeming a bit concerned. You waved your hand towards him, "I think that burger got me, I don't really feel good." You puked again while Law sat beside you, rubbing your back till you took a deep breath getting up and brushing your teeth.

"Need me to get you medication?" Law asked still rubbing your back, you shook your head washing your mouth, "I think I need to rest, you need to get going or you'll be late for your shift."

"But you are sic-"

You smiled, "I'll be fine, don't worry about me love. I'll sleep for a while and if I'm not feeling well I'll come by the hospital." Law took your hand and kisses it, "call me when you wake up hum?" To which you nodded and Watched Law get ready to leave.

Few minutes later you were laying down when it hit you again and you ran to the bathroom. Puking for the third time today. You were brushing your teeth after when you stopped there before blinking twice and looking for the pregnancy test that you bought for emergency.

You quickly brushed your teeth then took the test. The waiting for the results was killing you as you looked at the test bitting your nails. When it was time you flipped the test over, your eyes widened as you gasped; positive. But it could be wrong.

Quickly you grabbed your car keys and purse making your way to the nearest drugstore and bought different pregnancy tests. They all came out positive when you took them.

It was near midnight when Law entered the house calling for you, "Babe? Where are yo-ohh" you Immediately ran into his arms, he smiled, "what's wrong? You missed me that much?" He asked with a chuckle. But stopped smiling when he saw your puffy eyes, "hey, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Let's get you to-"

"I'm pregnant."

"Huh?"

"I'm pregnant!"

Law blinked, "Huh? Wha-"

You burst into tears walking away and he caught up to you holding your face in his hands, "w-why are you crying?"

"Because I'm pregnant!" You cried even more. He started to worry, "A-And you don't want to be?" You stopped crying for a minute and sniffed, "I don't think I don't want to, do you?" You asked in a low voice.

"I want to be preg-i mean I do but I will want what you want. Do you want to keep it?" He asked lowering his voice at the last sentence. He sighed and took you to sit on the couch, "tell me sweetheart, do you want to keep it? I'll support you no matter what." You looked at your hands then shrugged with a small smile, "a baby? Ours?" You looked at him to find tears in his eyes, "are you crying?"

Law shook his head, "No?" You chuckled and hugged him, holding back your tears, "Don't cry or I'll cry! Why are you crying?" You asked with a chuckle. He hugged you tight, "is that a yes? We are keeping the baby?" He asked. You pulled back, "I mean, we are doing great with work, and we have a house, so why not?" You said with a smile, rubbing your hands together. Law smiled, kissing your face all over, "I love you. What if it's a boy? Can we name him Rose? After Rosinante?" You chuckled, "Rose is a beautiful name, I love you, Law."

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