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landograndprix · 3 months

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╰┈➤ ❝ desire • l.n c.l ❞ vii

part six - part eight

➪ Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.

➪ life goes on and it's up to you to decide who stays and who goes.

➪ established relationship mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando

➪ reader really growing and living her best life like she should. Spelling mistakes add character 😉 if you haven't been tagged, know that I either wasn't able to tag you or simply forgot to add you to my list, I'm not ignoring you, please send me a message if i did!

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y/nusername

📍 Nice, France

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y/nusername life. 🐠

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charlesgirlies can you tell zoë to stop growing so fast? 🥺

yukisan who's the other girl?

↳ bott_ass their nanny

yukisan since when?

bott_ass girl how should I know? 😭

norry4 cutest little kid on the block 😍

milliexoxo ❤️

mrsnorris once again lando hanging out with them..

↳ norrizz okay and?

mrsnorris what about Charles? How would your bf react if you hang out with anorhers guy all the time?

norrizz pretty sure they broke up

mrsnorris sure because you know them personally right?

norrizz no girl because in one if her vlogs she's moving, she now lives in Nice without Charles or is that something couples do nowadays??

chilisainz so what if her and lando hang out, they're good friends! You should follow y/n a bit more before you judge them..zoë adores lando and the other way around. They're good friends

hamilt44n can't wait for bahrain in two weeks, hope I get a chance to meet you!

yourmumsuser my beautiful grand baby 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️

landonorris we did in fact find nemo 🐠

↳ y/nusername and now we've lost dory :(

milliexoxo we'll have to go to the aquariums again to look for her!

norrislandooo stop it why is this so cute?! 😭

charliecharlie who's millie?

norrislandooo their nanny

charliecharlie why she look so young?

norrislandooo idk lmao y'all Charles girlies so obsessed with y/n and all the people she's hanging out with

milliexoxo I'm 19 that's probably why I look so young, thanks 🤩

norrislandooo oh god, she's one of us 😭

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y/nusername

📍 bahrain

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y/nusername week 1. 🇧🇭

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yourmumsuser my pretty pretty grandbaby ❤️❤️❤️

norry4 y/n back on the tracks LFGOOOO

julieeeexo zoë is such a cute little thing 🥺

milliexoxo my cute little gurlfriend is stealing the show 😍

↳ landonorris just like her mum

norrizz lando norris get out of here, stop trying to flirt with the milfs for gods sake 😂

manon_roux ma petite princesse me manque :( (missing my little monkey)

bott_ass can't wait to see you and jenson judge Danica on love tv 😍

↳ hamilt44n honestly can't wait for y/n to shut Danica up

charliecharlie I don't think jenson would've survived another season without y/n 💀

charles_leclerc ma jolie princesse ❤️ (my pretty princess)

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milliexoxo okaaaasy mom 😍

↳ y/nusername 😐

charlesgirlies millie >>>>> noelle

bott_ass millie >>>> manon

charlesgirlies millie is queen <3

milliexoxo stop it, the fame will get to my head 😇

hamilt44n is zoë always so happy? 😭

norrizz okay girl, I see the subtle hints 👀

↳ norry4 the nails 😭

charles16 they're orange not mclaren colors..

norry4 same thing to me 😭

charles16 y'all reaching too much, she's still with charles

norry4 it's alright bestie, I've been living in delulu land too, I'll help you through it

yukisan I love you mother, I hope you know that 🥰

landonorris amazing photographer, could you tag him?

↳ y/nusername @.lando.jpg

landonorris nice, great guy that is

landonorizz YOU'RE TELLING ME LANDO TOOK THAT SEXY ASS PICTURE?!

luhamilton I bet they make sex tapes 👀

landonorrizz only fans when??? 👀

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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 10

part 1 | part 9 | ao3

cw: recreational drinking

When they get to Eddie’s trailer, Steve’s mom is sitting on the couch, eyes unblinking as she watches the TV.

There’s just static on the screen.

“Steve?” she slurs when she finally realizes they’re there. Sways a little when she stands. There’s a dreamy quality to her voice, a blank look on her tired face: agreeable but distant, a smudge of campfire smoke curling far over the trees.

Double-dosed her pills again. Jesus Christ.

“Oh, Stevie, baby, it was just awful.” She reaches out for him, and he wishes he could find comfort in the way she cups his elbows with delicate hands. Wishes he could lean into her touch and offer comfort in return, but her tone is so dull and mild that bile rises in his throat. Chemical calm bullshit, and Steve has had enough.

“Ma, just…” he sighs, shrugging her off. Scrubs a hand over his face. Too young and too old for this. “Just go home, okay?” The street is quiet again, all the neighbors tucked back in their houses now that the show has run its course. He doesn’t think anyone will notice her stumbling across the road. “Get some rest. I’ll be over in a bit.”

“Sure, baby.” He leads her to the door, and she turns there on the threshold, eyes glassy and unfocused; looks through him like he’s a ghost. Then her gaze shifts around the room — the hats, the mugs, the clutter; the lived-in explosion of color that Steve’s annoyed he likes so much — like she’s just seeing it all for the first time, and absently, she murmurs, “This place is dreadful, isn’t it?”

“Mom.”

“Hmm?” she asks, but she’s already drifting out the door.

Steve’s face is on fire. He stands there for a moment, just staring dumbly out into the dark. What the hell is wrong with her??

Behind him, Eddie snorts. "Oh, she’s on the good shit, huh?”

Steve whips his head around. Eddie’s eyes are full of mirth, his dimple peeking out, and it startles a laugh out of Steve. He thinks maybe he’d take offense if he weren't so busy being mortified.

But also, like.

It is a little funny.

Or maybe it’s so unfunny that it circles back around.

“Jesus, man,” he huffs, “Sorry. I don’t— I don’t know why she…”

“S’fine,” Eddie says with a casual flick of his wrist. Seems like he means it. He rocks back on his heels, hands in his back pockets, just sort of eyeing Steve up. Assessing. Running his tongue over his lips. They're big, for a guy's. “…You want a beer?”

“Fuck.” That sounds so nice. “Yeah. Please.”

“Have a seat.”

Steve takes the offer when Eddie nods at the couch, too tired to do the whole song and dance of ‘oh heavens no, I couldn’t possibly impose.’ Who’s got the energy for that?

The couch is old. His skull thuds against the un-cushioned back when he sinks down into it, but he’s too tired to care. Worn out as the lumpy springs under his ass, the frayed fabric beneath his arm. A wave of exhaustion rattles his bones, reverberates in his teeth. He thinks he could sleep for sixteen years.

Eddie clears his throat when he comes back with the beers, a sudden cautiousness about him as he hands Steve an unopened can like Steve might claw him in return.

"Sit down," Steve rolls his eyes. "I'm not gonna bite."

Eddie makes a strangled noise. The springs bounce as he plops onto the seat beside Steve, sitting sideways with one leg up on the couch between them, his arm resting on the back. "So, ah...." He gives a wavering chuckle; pulls a lock of hair across his face to hide himself. "Is this the part where I formally apologize for trying to knife you?"

Ugh. No the fuck it isn't. Steve’s too drained for it, absolutely at capacity for more serious shit this evening, thanks; and besides that, it was...

Whatever. It's old news.

Instead of giving a real answer he reaches into his pocket, snicks his own knife open and pretends to brandish it at Eddie, asking, "Eye for an eye?"

Eddie's eyes go huge. "Dude, what the fuck??"

"Just fucking with you," Steve laughs, lifting the can up to his mouth. "But there; now we're even. Shoulda seen your face."

“Ah—!” Eddie’s jaw drops in offense. “Ex-cuse you!”

God, of course he’s more dramatic than all the kids combined.

Steve jabs the knife into his beer, pops the top and starts to chug, throat working as he gulps the whole thing down in four big sips. It tastes like frothy, bitter piss, but it's cold and it soothes the scratch in his throat.

Eddie lets out a low whistle. "Well, goddamn, Harrington."

"Is that supposed to impress me?" "You're not?"

Steve grins and wipes his mouth.

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They get drunk pretty fast (Eddie refused to be upstaged in his own house, so one shot-gunned beer became two became four), and somewhere along the line the conversations get weird; hilarious and dumb. Saying shit just to say it, chipping away at the ice wall between them with bare fingernails.

Eddie hollers some shit like: "What are you even talking about?" and his arms fling out wide, almost spilling his beer. "The deep sea is so much scarier than the mountains!"

"Are you joking?" Steve throws back. "The mountains have, like, giant cats and shit! Birds of prey with wingspans the size of your van."

"Yeah, and the deep sea has eldritch monsters that live in volcano vents and hunt with no eyes and eat their young for fun or whatever the fuck. You ever heard of an anglerfish? Or a phantom anglerfish? Tell me that shit isn't right out of a Lovecraft story."

"A what story?"

"How am I the one who hasn’t graduated yet?"

Then later:

“Dude, Batman? Seriously?”

“He’s the world’s greatest detective!”

“He’s a greasy little weirdo. You only like him because of your whole…” Steve gestures at his tattoos.

“Whatever, Spiderfan.”

And later still:

"Okay, okay, okay. Fuck, marry, kill... Shit. Y’know this would really be easier in a town where so many people hadn’t died."

Steve grimaces at himself; expects Eddie to call him out. It’s too insensitive, too soon.

Eddie just cracks a grin and suggests, "Fuck, marry, revive?"

—

They talk for a long time. Eddie's kind of charming when he's not being a dick. A nice smile, deep laugh lines. Steve can almost see why the kids are so obsessed with him. He's never met someone so animated; feels like he's talking to a Saturday morning cartoon. The conversation mellows out after a while, and he doesn't realize he's dozed off until Eddie shakes him awake.

"Hey, man," he says, voice just above a whisper. "I'm going to bed. You're welcome to crash on the couch, but, uh,” he scratches the back of his neck, “I mean, your back is probably gonna hate you for it."

Steve rubs his fists against his eyelids and blinks himself awake. Feels jittery and weird, yanked out of the start of a bad dream. When he looks up he sees that he’s got his shoes up on the couch; and there’s dried drool on his chin, and all at once he feels embarrassed, off-balance and panicked like he missed the last step down a steep flight of stairs. Of course he's overstayed his welcome. He's being fucking rude. "My bad," he mutters as he jumps up off the couch. Stands up way too fast, makes his vision tilt and swirl. "I'll get out of your hair."

Eddie reaches for his arm. "Dude,” he says, “you're fine. You can stay if you want.”

Steve moves out of his hold. “Nah, get some sleep; I’ll see ya around.”

Eddie frowns at him, a little furrow between his brows, and somehow Steve feels like he’s in the wrong, like Eddie isn’t the one who just kicked him out.

Like maybe Steve’s just running away for a second time in one night. Always back and away, this guy.

Who's the fucking coward now?

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part 11

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auggieblogs · 7 months

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heartbreak girl | MV1 (pt.1)

part II

Summary: "I've loved you since we were kids, y/n, ever since I saw you at your 4th birthday party. I told my ma I was going to marry you someday."

Pairings: Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Warnings: language, mention of alcohol (and throwing up because of it)

Author's note: Heyyyy, hiii, lovelies. I hope you all are doing good!!! This fic is heavily inspired by "heartbreak girl" by 5sos, thank you to @navia3000 for requesting this (and thank you for LITERALLY breaking down the song for me😭🫶🏻). I know it's not completely based off the song but I tried my best. Anyways, happy reading, everyone<3

P.S.- This is definitely not my best work but I tried okay??? I really hope y'all like it and hopefully there will be a part 2.

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One thing you should know about Max Verstappen is that he harboured an intense loathing for one person in the world: Connor Smith, your now-ex-boyfriend. Max despised Connor with every fibre of his being. Connor was, in Max's eyes, a complete fuckwit, a lousy boyfriend who had repeatedly let you down. He never made time for you, often left your texts unanswered for hours, and failed to treat you the way you deserved. To make matters worse, he disrespected you, and that ignited something in Max, a desire to punch Connor's face every time he laid eyes on him, perhaps?

On the other side of the emotional spectrum, Max was head over heels in love with you. He was a silent, lovesick puppy, adoring everything about you – your infectious smile, your contagious laughter, your passion for music, and all those little quirks that made you uniquely you. Yet, despite these profound feelings, Max was too much of a pussy to confess any of this to you. His fear held him back, and it was the reason he watched you date Connor, even when he knew you deserved so much better.

But life has a way of unravelling complicated emotions. Connor eventually broke your heart. The pain was excruciating, the emotions raw and overwhelming.

Devastated, you found yourself in a mess, sprawled on your bathroom floor with a bottle of vodka in your trembling hand. Your face was flushed, your eyes bloodshot, and you felt like your world had collapsed.

Max's heart shattered into pieces as he saw you in such a fragile state. Without hesitation, he sank to the floor beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest. You cried uncontrollably, sobs wracking your body, and your breathing was ragged. Max's heart ached as he cradled your head, whispering soothing words to calm you.

Eventually, when your sobs ebbed to quiet sniffles, you looked up at Max. His face was etched with concern, but you hated that. You didn't want to be a burden to him. "He left" you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes once more.

"I figured," Max replied softly.

"I'm not the type of person who cries over a boy," you said, tears pricking your eyes again.

Max gently brushed away your tears, his touch comforting. "No, you're not," he said, still holding you close. You felt like throwing up, physically ill from the pain of your breakup. You had loved Connor, despite his flaws, and he had occasionally made you feel loved which only made you feel more confused and lost.

Unable to hold back any longer, you threw up, and Max was right there to help. He rubbed your back and held your hair, comforting you as a best friend would.

"Okay, shh, that's it," he said gently as you emptied your stomach. Afterward, he helped you off the floor, guided you to the sink, helped you brush your teeth, and washed your face. Max even braided your hair and performed your skincare routine for you.

Going to your wardrobe, he selected the comfiest pair of pyjamas and helped you change into them. Max knew he couldn't take away your pain, but he was determined to provide you with some distraction. After cleaning up, the two of you settled in to watch a movie in your bedroom. Max sat on the floor, close to the TV, and you were cozily nestled in bed.

Max still hadn't asked you about Connor because he knew you well enough to know that you would eventually talk about it. And you did.

Hours passed, and you finally mustered the strength to crawl over to Max and rest your head on his thighs. He looked down at you, a warm smile on his face.

"I'm really sorry," you said, your voice still trembling.

"For what?" he asked, genuinely puzzled by your apology.

"For being such a mess," you admitted, tears glistening in your eyes. "I know you had better things to do today. You shouldn't have to take care of me."

Max leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead. "I want to take care of you," he said softly. "You needed me, and I'll always be here for you. You'd do the same for me."

A brief smile graced your lips, but it quickly faded as you voiced your deepest insecurity, "Do you think the reason he left me is because I'm not pretty enough?"

Max's heart clenched at your words, the overwhelming urge to kiss you and hold your face in his hands almost unbearable. But he knew this wasn't the right time, not when you were so emotionally vulnerable. He had to be strong for you.

"He left because he's an idiot, and he doesn't deserve you, y/n," Max said, his tone firm and unwavering. "Looks have nothing to do with it. You're beautiful, inside and out."

Tears welled in your eyes as his words washed over you. "He's the only one who's ever loved me. I've never had a boy like me, Max."

Max's heart ached for you, and for a moment, he allowed himself to stroke your hair gently. "You've always been loved," he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of years of unspoken emotion. "I've loved you since we were kids, y/n, ever since I saw you at your 4th birthday party. I told my ma I was going to marry you someday."

Max's confession hung in the air, a palpable tension that enveloped both of you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared into his eyes, the weight of his words sinking in. The room seemed to close in around you, and the tears welled up in your eyes as you whispered, "Max..."

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whorekneecentral · 5 months

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Merry Ruff-Mas

Mick Schumacher x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angie loves trouble, angie also runs away from home, panicked mick, queen corinna cameo, snow storms, kind strangers but also stranger danger cause wtf lmao, mentions of death, finger sucking, rushed sex, dom!mick for a second there, praise kink, choking, creampie, penetrative sex (p in v), gina's a bit sus of mick at the end.

Word Count: 2,257

Author's Note: it's not a mick fic without miss angie so of course this one had to be based around her.

merry smutmas series

Angie goes missing the day before Christmas and Mick finds her at the neighbouring ranch, wrapped up with ribbon and bows.

Mick had headed to the stables and Angie followed close behind him as he double checked to make sure that everything was in place for the night.

Angie follows Mick make foot to foot, she was his little furry shadow.

So when he didn't hear her little pants and her paws patting on the concrete, he just assumed she ran back to the house. He locks the doors to the stable and finds his way back to the house, do you know who sat on the couch watching TV when Mick came in.

"Where's Angie?" He asks, about to take off his boots. Gina glances over her shoulder at her brother. "What do you mean where's Angie? Didn't she go to the stables with you?"

"Yeah," Mick says, looking around. "I thought she ran back here."

"No," Gina shakes her head, "she's not in here. It's just me, unless she ran up to mom and dad's room."

Mick goes running down the hallway to his parents' room. "Is Angie in here?" He sticks his head in and his mother looks up from her book.

"No sweetheart, she's not."

It finally hit him that she's outside somewhere, in the freezing cold. Before Gina could ask him where he's going, he goes running out the house. He shouts her name, tumbling through the snow. There's a giant flashlight in hand as he makes his way around the property, following a trail left behind by her bouncing in the snow.

Mick finds himself at the edge of the Schumacher ranch, squeezing through the hole in the fence and onto the neighbouring property.

A few more feet and he sees a light in the not so far distance; a house with the lights on.

The least he can do is ask, right? There was no harm in that.

A knock on the door, Mick brushes the snow off his coat as he waits, hands shoved in his pocket. A young woman opens the door, smiling at him. "Hi." She says, a warm smile on her face, a thick blanket tossed wrapped around her shoulders.

"Hi," Mick can't help the smile on his face, momentarily forgetting why he was at her door. "I uh.. I was looking for my dog, Angie. She ran off."

"Oh," you say, "you're in luck, I found a sweet puppy on my porch not too long ago." You pat your leg a few times, the puppy running from around the corner.

The man at your door dropped down onto his knees, raw dog jumping on the man; clearly they knew each other.

"I take it this is Angie?" you asked, the man nods, smiling at you as Angie runs back into the house.

"C'mere Angie!" He calls after her but she ignores him, returning to the spot she had previously occupied.

You laughed, looking out into the snow to see your car in the driveway and nothing else. "Did you.. walk here?"

"Yeah."

"I can give you a ride back if you'd like?"

"Oh you don't need to do that," the man smiles, and you shrug. "It's the least I can do, plus Angie seems to have made herself comfortable." She had curled up by the fireplace and fallen asleep.

You stepped to the side, a gust of cold breeze hitting you. "Why don't you come in for some tea or something? I'll give you two a ride home when the wind dies down."

"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude."

"Oh please, I'm inviting you in." You nod towards the hallway and who was Mick to deny such a pretty lady ?

He steps in, leaving his wet boots and coat by the front door before following you to the kitchen. Mick looks around as he trailed behind you, the house decorated like something out of a movie; big tree by the fireplace, garland and lights wrapped in every spot it could be, even the throw pillows on the couch were Christmas themed.

"Tea or coffee?" You asked, breaking his thought. "Oh uh.. tea please." He leans on the counter, watching as you move around the kitchen.

"Thank you for taking her in, I know she's a bit troublesome. I hope she didn't disrupt your evening too much."

You wave him off, flipping the switch to set the kettle on boil. "It's no problem at all, she's an angel. She was on her best behaviour." You took a mug out of the cupboard and dropped a tea bag in it. "I heard the noise outside and I figured I should check what it was. Angie's little coat was stuck in the fence and she was tugging to get loose by the time I got to her. It did rip, unfortunately."

Mick shrugs, "that's fine, really." You hum, reaching for the sugar from the cabinet in front of you. "Are you here alone?" He asks, realizing that he's yet to see anyone else.

You'd be lying if you said your danger radar didn't go off at that moment but it was a harmless question, wasn't it? Not like you had some stranger in your house with his dog.

"Uh yeah," you turned to face him, taking in his features; blonde hair tucked under his hat, bright blue eyes, his cheeks were chubby but not overly chunky, proof that he was healthy but ate well you suppose, not to mention the award winning smile he had.

There was something about him that was so charming and so familiar about him but you couldn't place it. Then again, he was a stranger in your home, all alone, in the middle of the night.

"My siblings are in the city with their partners and our parents passed away so it's just me."

"Oh," Mick trails off for a moment, "I'm sorry to hear that."

You shrug him off, "it's okay. That's life, what can you do?"

The silence fills the room, the kettle whistles and you turn it off, filling the mug with the teabag in it. You leave it steep, turning your attention back to the man in your kitchen.

"I think I have a blanket that you can wrap Angie in."

"It's no big deal, I promise. That's not the first coat she's ripped," he chuckles, making you smile. "Come with me," you nodded, walking towards the steps and up you went.

Mick's footsteps are quiet, following a foot behind when you open the guest bedroom, leaning down to haul a box out of the closet.

He sat on the floor with you as you went through the stack of blankets that you've pulled out of the box. "Take whichever you want," you tell him, flipping through the stack yourself. He hums, watching as you flip through them and picks out a pink one with little butterflies on it.

You smiled, giggling. "That's uh.. that's my baby blanket."

Mick opens his mouth, "oh! Sorry!" He says, about to put it back into the stack but you stop him.

"It's fine, I haven't used it in years."

He shakes his head, reaching around you to wrap the blanket over your shoulders, "it's still yours," he whispers, leaned into you.

Your faces were all but an inch apart, Mick's lips ghosting over yours. It was you that closed the gap between the two of you and it was like a switch flipped.

A fight for dominance, the two of you on the floor all over each other.

"I don't usually do this," you mumbled, your lips on his as you felt Mick's hands slip under your top.

He hums, "me either." His eyes fixed on the red lace that covers your tits. Mick leans forward, kissing along your collarbones and down to your tits, you were so distracted by the feeling that you missed him pulling your pants down, leaving you in just your panties.

He smiles, standing up. You shift, now on your knees in front of him, hands resting on your thighs as you look up at him. He leans down and kisses you, his knuckles brushing the underside of your chin when he looks at you, kissing you once more.

Mick grabs your chin, tilting your head back as you look up at him.

His index fingers taps your cheek lightly and you open your mouth, “hm such a good girl.” He squeezes your face slightly before he slips his thumb into your mouth.

He crouches down in front of you, eyes fixed on you and watching your every move; the way your own eyes study him or perhaps the way your lips wrap around his thumb, the feeling of your tongue on his finger.

“Bet you wish that was my cock, hm? Bet you'd look pretty with it in your mouth.”

He smiles at the way your eyes widen at his filthy words.

It was a few moments later that he pulled his finger away, kissing you once more; sloppy and messy before he pushed you to lay down for a moment.

He sits on the floor, his back against the bed frame when he pulls you down onto his lap. He kisses you, tapping your hip softly so you’d lift off him a bit before he lines himself up with you and you sink down onto him. The two of you let out a sigh at the same time; Mick feeling you clench around him and you feeling him stretch you out.

"Relax,” he tells you, a hand rubbing along your thigh. “Take it so well, angel.” He mumbles against your lips before his hand wraps around your neck, fingers squeezing against the soft flesh causing a little whimper to slip past your lips.

His ocean eyes fixed on you; chest heaving, the thin layer of sweat across your soft skin made it glisten under the white light of the living room, your hand wrapped around his wrist.

His hand finally moving from your neck, letting you take a deep breath; the air burning your lungs.

A hand wanders down your chest, fingers brushing over your nipples before moving down your torso to your clit. He presses down, rubbing slow circles.

You fall flat against him, your arms wrap over his shoulders, his hand resting on your lower back as he bounced you up and down on his lap.

His hand slips between the two of you once again, rubbing slow circles on your clit until he feels you clench around him again.

“Oh- fuck,” you breathe, your hand gripping his arm as he leans into you.

“I know, I know - I'm right here.” He whispers to you, his hand moving in time with his hips.

Between the two, he pushes you over the edge. The knot in your stomach comes loose and he watches as you cum. The wetness wrapping around his cock, and with a few sloppy thrusts, Mick follows behind you.

It takes you two a moment to register all of it, you're still leaning on him when you speak. "I meant it," you say.

"What?" He leans back, looking at you.

"I don't usually do this."

Mick laughs, "I believe you, me either."

The barking from downstairs gets your attention, it seems Angie had woken up and seen everyone had disappeared. The two of you manage to get separated and dressed, heading back down to the puppy waiting on you.

Mick had picked up a green blanket from the stack in the room. "Shall I drive you two home now?" You asked and Mick nodded, "if it's not too much trouble."

You smiled, the three of you piling into your car, Angie in the back seat with her head sticking between the two of you while you drove with Mick's directions. You knew the place, the Schumacher Ranch - that's why his face seemed familiar.

The car came to a stop in front of the house. "If you ever want some company over the holidays, call me. I’ll come by or you can come over." Mick says and you smile, nodding.

"You know, I didn't even catch your name. I don't even think I asked." you giggled and Mick smiled, realizing that he didn't know yours either.

"I'm Mick," he extends his hand out to you. As one does, you take his hand, shaking it. "Nice to meet you, Mick. I'm y/n."

He pulls you by the hand, kissing you once more for the night. Angie pokes herself between the two of you, you laugh and reach over to rub her side. "No more running off hm?"

Mick gets out of the car, helping Angie out before leaning into the car from the opened window. "Thank you again.. for everything. I'll see you around, y/n."

"I'll see you around, Mick." You smiled, waving to him and Angie as they went up the steps to the door.

Gina was sitting on the couch next to the window when they came in. "Gosh, I thought you died out there. I was about to send out the search party." She tells her little brother, rubbing Angie's side as the dog jumps onto the couch with her.

Mick laughs, rolling his eyes.

"Was that y/n I saw outside? From next door? I didn't know you knew her." Gina raises an eyebrow.

Mick waves off his sister, "she found Angie and invited me in for a cup of tea." He tells her, smiling to himself when he remembers the cup of tea left on the counter - what had happened was way better than tea.

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high maintenance gf x earth 42 miles and how he would literally spoil her sm!! and everytime she gets her hair, nails, etc done he always wants to see them #SoCute🤭

take care of my woman ft. miles morales

♡ pairings & aus: earth42!miles morales x black!fem!reader ♡ summary: your boyfriend loves keeping his girl spoiled and happy, and he especially loves to see what he does for you ♡ warnings: one swear! just sum' good ole fluff ♡ a/n: thanks for your request!! we love the softie side of mr morales ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

MILES MORALES DEFINITELY SPOILS YOU. Every chance he can get, he's finding reasons to provide for his girl or finding ways and outlets to get you what you want. On this particular day, you were sitting in a hairstylist's chair after Miles caught you scrolling through different hairstyles on your Pinterest feed.

"You want that one, hermosa?" He had asked you earlier when he saw you save a picture of some goddess braids to your hair inspiration board. You didn't even bother to lie and say no, because you knew he could tell if you were lying, so you just nodded and watched as he sent you three hundred dollars to go and get your hair done. As you stood up and got ready to go, he came up to you and pulled his car keys out his pocket, "Take my whip. I'll see you later, okay? Love you."

Grinning at him, you had kissed him and left his house to go to your favorite hairstylist, Monica, who has never done you dirty in the years she's been doing your hair. You were sitting comfortably in her chair, catching up on the latest neighborhood gossip as your phone charged next to her hair station. She heard it buzz and she tapped your shoulder, "Girl, your man is texting you."

"Hand me the phone, please." You requested, the device getting placed into your palm as you felt Monica start on your next braid. You swiped your phone open and clicked on your boyfriend's text.

from [mi novio <3]: hey amor from [mi novio <3]: what yo hair lookin like? lemme see

You giggled at his message, "Yo, Monica, can you take a picture of the back of my head and send it to Miles?"

Monica snorts, "You do know this big 'ole ponytail ain't finish yet, right? I'm jus' starting the third row."

"Just take it." You urged with a laugh. You heard your stylist snap the picture and click send, and within seconds, your boyfriend was texting you back.

from [mi novio <3]: yikes bae from [mi novio <3]: thats the end product? from [mi novio <3]: u need some more $$ ??

to [mi novio <3]: no u idiot, she ain done yet to [mi novio <3]: i think imma get blonde ends whatchu think?

from [mi novio <3]: get 'em, youll look cute in that

to [mi novio <3]: wait crap i dont have enough money

MI NOVIO <3 HAS SENT YOU $100 DOLLARS.

from [mi novio <3]: here u go ma from [mi novio <3]: txt me when u done from [mi novio <3]: i love u

You grinned at your phone and set it down, slumping back in the chair as you waited for Monica to finish your hair up. You couldn't wait to get home to your boyfriend and show him.

After what seemed like an eternity, your braids were finally finished, dipped, and your scalp had been moussed. You swiped your (more like Miles') card and smiled at Monica, who wished you a good day and slipped a free hair oil in your bag. You made your way outside and quickly drove back to your boyfriend's place, excited to show him your new hairstyles.

You unlocked the door to his crib once you arrived. You saw him sitting on the couch, manspreading with his hands behind his head, watching something on TV that you would probably have little to no interest in. You grinned and squealed when you saw him, plopping down next to him, "Look at my hairrrrr!"

He smiled at you, kissing your cheek, "Lookin' so fine, déjame hacer una foto."

You watch as your boyfriend takes out his phone and takes a picture of your hair, saving it to some folder. You peek over with a smile as you see the name,

my woman and the shit i pay for.

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maginxlia · 1 year

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Starring Tokyo Revengers Men In ✰ Caught

Cast Line Up Bonten! Ran, Rindou, Haruchiyo, Mikey, Kakucho, Hajime and Current Shuji

Rated TV-MA

Minors This Isn’t For You

Summary ✰ How Your Man Reacts to someone walking in on You two being Intimate! Steamy Scenes Getting Interrupted!

No pronouns up in here but the Reader has a Kitty

Ran Haitani

✰ The situations Ran Keeps you in its like he wants you to get caught with his dick buried in you

✰ From Fucking in his car outside of the club to fucking you in the Bathroom with the doors unlocked at a Random party, Ran Haitani takes you there

✰ How Many times have Rindou and Sanzu Walked in on Ran fucking you dumb?? Too many to count

✰ Ran Just cocky with it, “Jealous that you don't have a babe that looks like mine? Mad you can't fuck like I do” Ran Singsong as he fucks you deeper while Sanzu slams the door

✰ He's Annoying as hell, Showboating while you cover your face in embarrassment from getting caught as he pounds your pussy like never before

✰ You want to punish him by withholding your pussy from him but it is hard to do with his hands under your clothes and his lips against your neck

Your Pussy was Making Ran dumb as his hands gripped your hips, “So fucking Beautiful” Ran muttered as you met his every thrust

Your pussy worked the man's dick so deliciously as he got caught up in his pleasure, Ran didn't care where he was at right now as long as your pussy stayed on him

“Want to stay in this sweet pussy forever” Ran groaned as he rolled his hips up to slide his dick ever so deeper in you, your thighs shaking as you continued to bounce up and down on Ran's lap

Your fingers messed up his hair while he sucked your nipples, each roll of his hips sending waves of pleasure over you as your pussy held him deep

“Ran. Your dick feels so good in me” you moaned into his ear making him land spanks on your ass, “Mhmm, and your pussy feels so good on my dick” Ran Groaned out

“And I think I'm Going to be Sick,” Rindou said out of nowhere ripping You two from your intimate moment, “Rin, You got to start Knocking On Doors before barging in,” Ran said while holding you close to him

“Why In the Fuck would I knock on my studio door?” Rindou said while glaring at Ran. ” My Bad Lil Bro” Ran said while playing with your hair as Rindou rolled his eyes, “Not supposed to be here anyway. I want your asses out of here before my inspiration gets spoiled.” Rindou stated before stepping out

“He'll get over it” Ran said while thrusting up into you, “ Now Let me make you cum, and then we can Leave” He groaned before licking your neck

Rindou Haitani

✰ Rindou takes zero risk, He fucks you only where he knows there isn't a possibility of getting caught

✰ His worst nightmare is someone walking in on him with his dick deep in your soft walls

✰ He Takes extra care and making sure greedy eyes won't see you naked

✰ The mere thought of Sanzu or Ran Eyeing your body with lust in their eyes makes him sick to his stomach

✰ Would lock Joints on sight if he saw someone attempting to peek in on him dicking you down, He would be fighting his spirit to not harm Ran

✰ His dick is just harder when he knows he got you to himself

Rindou had you pressed into the rug as he fucked you nice and slow. As soon as he had you through the door he was on top of you

Your bodies became one the moment his dick was freed from his pants as he fucked you on the living room floor, Your legs were thrown over his shoulders as his dick went in and out of you slow enough to make you whine

“Faster Rinnie” you whined as he smirked down at you, “I'll speed up in a second just let me enjoy watching my dick enter and exit that pretty pussy. beautiful sight isn't it?” Rindou groaned before fucking you the way you want

Your legs shook on his shoulder as he pressed into you deeper while his eyes rolled back “So fucking tight and taking this dick so good for me” He moaned before latching his mouth onto your left nipple making your eyes water with pleasure

His fingers gently rubbed your clit making you grind unto his hand “Rinnie just like that, feels so good” You moaned as you enjoyed every drop of pleasure he gave to you only for it all to be poured out on the ground

“Rinnie, Giving a Good Dick I see!” Ran exclaimed from the doorway with a smirk making Rindou shake with anger as he covered you up, “Ran, Leave right now or I will hurt you, I fucking swear” Rindou said as he slowly pulled out of you and Approached Ran

“Lil Bro maybe I can give you some tips on how to make their toes curl” Ran Giggled out Making Rindou close his eyes, “Spare Key. Give it to me Now.” Rindou gritted through his teeth while Ran fished the key from his pockets

“I was just trying to be a good older brother,” Ran said while feigning tears, “Uh huh bet you were,” Rindou grunted out before slamming the door in Rans's face.

“Let's Take a bath Babe, cause I doubt I can get hard again after that” Rindou said before picking up and carrying you to the bathroom

Haruchiyo Sanzu

✰ Let's All Be Honest! The only way this will end without Violence or Threats is if Manjiro Himself is the one to Disturb you two

✰ Haruchiyo doesn't tempt fate, he can only fuck you when he knows he truly got you alone to himself

✰ The mere thought of someone other than him eyeing your body is enough to drive him insane

✰ You're the reason his cars got limousine tints and his office has a deadbolt lock

✰ Even when he's high off his ass he still is capable of making sure no one will catch him inside of you

✰ You have to wake up early in the morning to catch him slipping

Haruchiyo woke you up early and dragged you to the office just to fuck you down on the conference table

His hips drove into to your pussy at a rapid but pleasurable speed, “So fucking Good Haru” you moaned as your hands pulled on his tie bringing his lips down to yours

His skilled fingers found your clit as your tongues danced together making you grind up into his thrusts as your legs trembled against the cherry wood of the table, ‘Fuck. ahh you feel soo good Moving like that baby” Haruchiyo groaned as he fuck you even deeper

His free hand pulled your left leg up to fuck you at his favorite angle as he fucked you toward your orgasm, you were so close to cumming when Haruchiyo stopped suddenly and Laid on top of you

“Well. Well. Do My eyes Deceive me or is this Sanzu Getting lucky??” Ran Haitani laughed before his laughter was killed by Haruchiyo threatening him, “Well. Well. My Ass. Leave Haitani Before the cleaners have to scrub you from the marble” Haruchiyo said calmly as Ran quickly exited the room

“I'm sorry we were disturbed baby, You okay?” Sanzu asked while you nodded your head. “First time Ran decides to come in early is the same day I decide to fuck you on the conference Table?? Un-fucking-believable!” Haruchiyo said as he helped you get dressed, “I promise to Make it up to you later, Now let me Handle Haitani” Haruchiyo groaned before kissing your lips and cracking his knuckles.

Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano

✰ Manjiro is So Greedy and Needy, He fucks you Whenever desire strikes him

✰ Before Meetings, At the Club, or In his car on the ride home, His dick stays between your slick folds

✰ Swears your pussy is a drug that gives him “clarity”

✰ His Guys constantly walking in on you two fucking but they keep their eyes to the ground unless they don't want eyes anymore

✰ Manjiro won't hesitate to use violence against the owner of the eyes that lingers on your beautiful body

✰ You are his After all and while he decided to fuck you where someone could walk in you two it doesn't give them the right to oogle what belongs to him

✰ His dick pressed against your G-spot as he speaks business with his Men while your eyes roll back in your head is the torture you love

Your Poor pussy was sore as Manjiro fucked you for the fourth time today, “Ride me before this meeting, I know you can do it baby” Manjiro whispered in your ear as he spanked your ass

These words are the reason your legs are wobbling now as you Rode Manjiro dick in His private booth, His lips around your right nipple making you want to pull his dick deeper so you can get your release

“Jiro. feels so good” you whined while your fingers got tangled in his hair inadvertently pushing him closer to your tit, “Sorry Jiro.” You moaned as he groaned against your nipple

You could feel his dick throb in you as your pussy pulsed around him making you bounce on him harder, you rode him well as his hands grabbed your ass making you jiggle more Against him as sweat dripped down your back

“Don't Stop Riding me” Manjiro whispered in your ear as Sanzu walked in, “Hey Boss, That asshole here with sniveling bitch who tried to cheat us,” Sanzu said while he kept his eyes down

“What does he have to say?” Manjiro asked while pinching your nipples as your hips rolled on him, “Fucking Nothing. Said it was a “mistake” don't trust the smell of him to be honest” Sanzu said while shrugging

“What does he smell like to you?” Manjiro said while thumbing your clit, “He smells like a lying bitch who got caught skimming off the top” Sanzu said while his eyes stayed locked with the tile. “You know what to do” Manjiro said as he began thrusting up in you, “ Consider it done Boss” Sanzu grinned while walking out

Manjiro was quick to flip you on your back “Let me reward you for being so good and give these legs a rest hmmm?” Manjiro said while his hips started to fuck you into the plush couch

Hajime Kokonoi

✰ If He's not in the privacy of your two shared home he always times your encounters with him

✰ Is his office empty? Schedule clear? No one around to barge in while he fucks you down? Then come in and get this dick

✰ Not all Plans are perfect Hajime knows this, He has done the calculations for failure and his calculation says failure is slim

✰ If his plan fails… Well he got Money and knows how to bribe properly

✰ Still, it would cut him to his core for other's eyes to see your gorgeous body so he tries his damnest to stay careful

✰ But it's hard to be careful when you’re palming him through his pants so needly

Hajime Loves your Visits to his Office especially when you bring him food and Take him into your mouth like you were doing Oh so well right now

His Dick against your tongue as the noises of you sucking on him filled his office, You can tell by the way Hajime's hips moved off his office chair to thrust up into your warm mouth that he was closed to giving your reward of cumming on your tongue

“Fuck. Gonna drain me dry” Hajime groaned as your hands and mouth worked his shaft so deliciously that he couldn't see straight

His hands were on top of your head trying to control the pace that you were going but it was too late your throat had already made him too weak, His fingers move deep in your hair as his eyes closed while he came down your throat only for his eyes to widen when he saw Sanzu walk in without Knocking making Hajime push your head all the way down on his dick

“I know. I know. bring the Documents in on time, No need to Sco- Woah.” Sanzu said while staring at the Sight Before him, Sanzu Mouth was open for a second before he closed it and pinched himself “Yup. Not Dreaming. I am too sober for this shit.” Sanzu Said as tossed the documents down and left the room

Hajime could only stare in Shock before letting you up “ You okay?” Hajime asked while you smiled up at him, “ Mhmmm I swallowed you clean” You said while licking out your tongue

“Fuck. That's hot. At least it was Sanzu and not those big mouth Brothers” Hajime said while brushing back his hair, “When I get home I'm going to give you a big reward for being so Good but not before dealing with Sanzu” He said as he winked down at you

Kakucho

✰ Kakucho is so sweet and tender to you, how many times he wanted to make you tremble in pleasure on his desk and make you scream his name but didn't because the others were around?? Too Many to count

✰ Kakucho is highly protective of you and takes extra care of where he fucks you

✰ He would absolutely hate for anyone to see your beautiful body or listen to your moans of pleasure

✰ But it's hard to keep his guard up when you grind your pussy down on him and kiss his neck so softly

✰ His worst mistake was telling you how he wanted to make love to you at his office

The way you toy with him can make the strongest of resolves break

Kakucho fucked you on the leather couch in his office, your hands on his strong shoulders while his dick bullied your walls making you arch against him

“Kaku, You drive me wild” You moaned as the tip of his dick continually kissed your G-spot so heavenly with each deep stroke he gave to you, “You feel so good to my dove” he softy Groaned as his fingers rubbed your clit lovingly

Kakucho brought his head down to taste your lips as your pussy brought him to a place he loved to be in. Your pussy sucking him so well that shivers down his spine as his hips kept up the pace that made your toes curl while your nails dug into his skin

“Both of you got lost in bliss as your lovemaking knocked pillows off the couch only for you two to be bought back down to earth,”Kakucho, I need you to sign these docu-” Kokonoi said before his eyes widened at the sight before him while Kakucho covered you with his suit jacket

“I am so sorry” Kokonoi said as he quickly left the room while Kakucho buried his face in your shoulder,”Dove, I thought I locked the door. I am sorry. Can we just lie here for a moment?” Kakucho Mumbled while you stroked his hair

“Of course Kaku. I'm not mad at you” you said while bringing your hands to his face and kissing his lips

Shuji Hanma (Bonus)

✰ Shuji Wants someone to walk in on him fucking you the way you need to be fucked

✰ Their Shocked faces would amuse him as he make your pussy cream around him

✰ He Is Nasty. Hand on your mouth as he fucks you deep on Kisaki's couch while his friend prepares food for you two in the kitchen

✰ “What's wrong with them?” Kisaki asks while you can barely stand, “Oh. Nothing. Just weak in the Knees I guess” Shuji Shrugs as you try to walk off the beating he just gave your pussy

✰ Such an ass about it but it's hard not to fuck him when his golden eyes staring pure sex into your soul while his long fingers tease your pussy just right through your panties

You don't know how Shuji got you out of your panties or how he convinced you to let him fuck you on Kisaki's desk but here you lay with your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked into you roughly

“Kisaki, going to be back from his meeting any moment now” you moaned out softly trying to talk some sense back into Shuji's Head, “I'm fucking you and all you can think about is Kisaki?? Guess I'm not fucking this pussy rough enough then” He groaned as he slapped your pussy making you clench around him

His hips pushed his dick deeper into you as he harshly sucked your neck making your moans come out all broken. the desk moving under you as Shuji fucked the sense out of you while wrapping his hand around your neck

You couldn't stop your pussy from clenching as Shuji fucked you so hard you almost didn't notice Kisaki walking into the office, “Ahh Ki-Ki-Ki” You moaned as Shuji lowered his Head down to Tease you

“Aww I fucked You Hard you forgot your words?” He laughed making you pinch him, “The fuck was That for?” Shuji said as his hips stopped. “Kisaki” You pointed Behind Him as Shuji's eyes followed your finger and slowly turned his head to see Kisaki standing there pissed

“I want My desk thoroughly disinfected and you two out of here,” Kisaki said disgustedly while walking out of his office.

“Fuck. Guess you were right doll. Don't worry about Kisaki, He's upright but he wasn't that uptight to watch me fuck you” Shuji Laughed as he help get your clothes readjusted, “Now to Wipe down this desk” Shuji grinned before spanking your ass.

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apocalypta-secundus · 6 months

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#Today on: I should really be doing replies but Shinji brain rot happened. And all I did was go on twitter to look for pretty pictures #V: Try to erase the face of our history; keep us under your control; RESIST | Shinji Hirako (Bleach)#{Look Ma I'm on the TV ⭐ Visage}

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woso-dreamzzz · 5 months

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Hardersson x Teen!Reader

Summary: You can't hide anything from your mothers

Your hood stayed up as you limped home. The stones on the pavement made your socked feet ache but you gritted your teeth and continued on.

You glanced down the street and hurried on. You couldn't spy either of your parents' cars parked so you slipped inside without a care in the world.

In your rush, you had completely forgotten that both of the cars were at the mechanics so both of your mums were definitely home - especially since their training had finished hours ago.

It was totally wishful thinking to believe that they would have stayed out for team bonding or something.

You almost groaned and slammed your head into the hallway wall when you heard the low hum of chatter from the tv and the sizzling of food in a pan.

"y/n?" Pernille called when she heard the front door shut," Is that you?"

"Er...yeah!" You chuckled awkwardly," I'm...I'm just taking off my shoes." You stared at your shoeless feet. You were silent for a moment, keeping up the charade before you made a break for the stairs.

You nearly got there too, nearly got to safety upstairs but then there was a hand on your backpack and you were slowed to a halt.

"You're home a bit late," Magda said, still holding onto your backpack.

"Yeah, I stayed behind to work in the library," You lied," I must have forgotten to text you."

Magda sighed. "Don't let it happen again."

"I won't."

She still didn't let go of your backpack.

"Ma," You said," I should go and put my stuff away."

You could hear her impatient foot tapping and your throat bobbed in worry.

Your mothers had adopted you nearly two years ago now, a girl that they had met while in Denmark during the offseason. They had bonded with you instantly and soon you had made the move with them to London.

So, you knew them both well enough to know when they were getting a little ticked off at you.

"You know the rules," Magda said," Hoods and hats off in my house."

You tugged your hood down but didn't turn around.

"Better," Magda said," But what about my hug? I don't want you escaping upstairs for the rest of the evening before my hug."

You cursed your past self for creating the routine of giving your Ma a hug when you got home from school. Hugging her now would require you to turn around. You just needed a moment to put on some concealer.

"I won't disappear. Let me just put my stuff away."

Before Magda could decide, Pernille spoke up. Her voice took a dangerously hard edge yet still softened enough to remain nice - like she was about to soothe a wild animal. "y/n...can you turn around for me?"

You tried to laugh it off. "I've had a long day. Let me just put my stuff in my room."

"y/n, I need you to turn around," Pernille insisted.

"Mum-"

"y/n."

Tears sprung to your eyes.

"Please don't make me."

Gentle hands moved from your backpack to your shoulders and Magda turned you around.

Both she and Pernille looked horrified at what they saw.

You knew what they were looking at. Your left eye was bruised and swelled almost shut. The corner of your mouth had a dribble of blood rolling down it. Your nose was slightly off-centre.

Pernille made a keening noise that broke you instantly.

You burst into tears and buried yourself in her waiting arms. Magda joined you in the hug too, pressing her front against your back so you were sandwiched tightly between your mothers.

"I was just...I was just leaving, I promise, Mum. I promise. I didn't do anything but they jumped me." Tears flooded your cheeks and once you started speaking, you couldn't stop. "They took my shoes, Ma. They took my shoes."

You wiggled your toes.

Pernille guided you to the sofa, sitting on the ottoman in front of you. Her hands ghosted over your cheeks, not willing to touch you in case it hurt you further. "Who jumped you, y/n? Who hurt you?"

"Some people in my maths class," You blabbered," They don't really like me. They make fun of me having you and Ma and my accent and...and...and..."

"Shh, shh, it's okay, y/n. It's okay. We're going to make this all better. It's all going to be okay."

Your Ma was a few feet away, close enough that she could hover over you but far enough away that her anger couldn't scare you away. Magda got angry quiet, her rage simmering just below the surface. "Hello," She said into her phone," I need to speak to the headmaster. It's on behalf of my daughter...Yes...It's extremely important. Yes, I'll hold."

When she looked back at you, you were sat in Pernille's lap, looking a lot smaller and younger than you actually were. You were sobbing and she could see that Pernille looked halfway to tears away.

You looked pathetically young in your school uniform, your favourite hoodie tucked under your blazer and your socks having holes in them from when you walked from school to home without any shoes.

Magda paced the length of the room, her phone still pressed against her ear, on-hold music ringing through it.

Pernille whispered things into your ear, a hand coming up to brush through your hair. "Is your nose okay?"

"It's not broken," You replied. Your sobs had diminished to silence although tears still rolled down your face. You were content to sit there in your Mum's arms forever. "But it still hurts."

A hand was thrust into your view. "For your eye," Your Ma said as she helped to press the cold compress to your swollen eye," It'll help."

"All the doctor's will be closed by now," Mum said," Is it bad enough that you need to go to the hospital?"

"I don't need the doctor," You said," I just want my shoes back."

"We can get you new shoes, y/n/n."

That just caused more tears to drop down your face. "You can't. They were special. They were the shoes I wore to the adoption ceremony. Mum, they're special." You blew out a noisy breath. "And they took them from me."

Ma came to crouch in front of you, her phone still pressed to her ear. "What are their names? Tell me their names?"

You rattled them off without even stopping to think - first and last name and what form group they were in. Ma pressed a kiss to your temple before her eyes lit up with malice as she spoke into her phone.

"Yes, is this the headmaster? I would like to report-"

Her voice faded away as she headed to the kitchen and you curled up more incessantly into your Mum's side, wishing nothing more than to just merge with her very being so she could keep you safe and protected within her.

But you couldn't so you settled with getting as close as possible.

You remained tucked under her chin as she held the cold compress Ma had given you. Your eye and nose ached as did your jaw. You looked down at your toes. You wiggled them.

Ma appeared in front of you, taking a seat on the ottoman. She took your hands.

"Those little-" She said several words in Swedish that you didn't quite recognise but got the gist of," -Were still in the school, the little idiots. Your shoes have been recovered and those punks have been expelled - effective immediately."

"They're lucky we're not pressing charges," Pernille said through gritted teeth.

"I'll go and pick your shoes up tomorrow morning," Magda continued, taking your hands and laying kisses across your knuckles.

"I can get them, Ma," You said," Just tell them to leave them at reception."

"You're not going back, y/n," Pernille said from behind you," Not to that school. Not ever again."

You glanced between your parents in confusion. "When...You two didn't have time to discuss it with each other."

"We don't need to discuss anything when we're on the same page," Pernille replied," We talked about it when we adopted you, that if you ever came home from school injured then we'd pull you out immediately."

"There's a lovely online program we can sign you up for. No bullies, no one beating you up or making fun of you for having two mums or an accent. You can work at your own pace and you won't have anyone telling you to hurry up."

"Really?" Your voice sounded so pathetic in your own ears that you nearly started crying again.

"Really," Your Mum confirmed, pulling you tight against her," But not for another few weeks."

"We'll get you all sorted once you're feeling better."

Your Ma joined you on the sofa, curling up into your Mum's side and holding your hand, fingers rubbing soothing circles over your knuckles.

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I saw you mentioned Pierre and Charles babysitting a young leclerc sister? Can I request an imagine of that? Them being about 17 and 18, reader being a toddler? Thank you! Love your work.

YOU CAN'T SAY THAT WORD | CHARLES LECLERC & PIERRE GASLY

pairings: charles leclerc x sister!reader / pierre gasly x leclerc!reader

warnings: swearing. piarles are horrible babysitters. charles and pierre are teenagers in this for plot purposes.

author's note: this is heavily inspired by modern family, btw. thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy this fic and let me know what you think of it!

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''Sorry, I know this isn't what we had planned for tonight.'' Charles apologized as he and Pierre settled into his living room. The Frenchman chuckled, not very amused. ''No, this is not what I had imagined.''

''It's the only way my parents would let me keep the house to ourselves.'' The teenager explained, looking down at the toddler sitting on her playmat.

It had been more difficult than expected for Charles to persuade his parents to let him and his friend be by themselves for the day. The truth was that Charles' parents didn't fully trust the teenagers to be left alone without any kind of supervision. However, Charles had been very adamant that he could be responsible and keep the house intact. So, his parents let him have his friend over on one condition: that they babysit the youngest Leclerc sibling.

Pierre patted Charles' back. ''It's okay, Charlito! It can be fun, right?''

''Yeah,'' he sighed out of relief, happy his best friend didn't want to leave, ''we'll play with her for a bit and tire her out, then she'll sleep easier.'' Charles loved his little sister more than anything, but he still wanted some guy time.

''Hey, Little Leclerc! You still know me, right? What's my name?'' Pierre sat himself down next to the toddler who was playing with her Barbie dolls.

She looked up at him, a bright smile covering her face once she noticed who it was. ''Gasly!'' Y/N screamed, making the two young men laugh. ''No, no, no! It's Pierre, Y/N! Pierre.'' He clearly articulated his name in hope she repeated it back to him.

''Gasly!''

''Pierre.''

''Gasly!''

''Pie- Oh, whatever,'' he sighed loudly, giving up on trying, ''should we play some Xbox? We haven't played in a while.'' Pierre suggested, his attention back to Charles.

The younger one nodded his head, moving to grab his two controllers. ''Mario Kart?'' The Monégasque smirked, already knowing the answer. ''What else would we play?'' Pierre got up from the ground and took a seat on the couch.

Charles sat down next to him, getting the game started. ''I beat you last time, remember?'' He grinned, recalling the previous time they played and Charles had won, much to Pierre's dismay.

''I'm ready for revenge, Leclerc.'' The older one stated, raising his eyebrow.

Before they could play against each other, they had to choose a character that would represent them in the race. ''Who are you choosing?'' Charles asked Pierre as they frequently switched up their avatars.

''Peachy Peachy!'' Y/N exclaimed, pointing with her small hands to Princess Peach who appeared on the tv screen.

Both boys chuckled at the girl's excitement. ''You want me to be Princess Peach, Y/N?'' Pierre asked her, lingering on the female character. The toddler babbled some inaudible words, but it was obvious what her answer was.

''Charlie, Daisy! Daisy!'' She focused her attention on her brother, who was about to choose Mario as his character. Y/N walked up to him, slapping her hands on his knees. ''You Daisy, Charlie!''

Charles glanced at an amused Pierre, who shrugged his shoulders. ''We can always change characters, Leclerc.''

''Okay, I'll be Daisy then.'' He gave in, a bright smile covering his face as his little sister started clapping her hands and stomping her feet, because of the overwhelming excitement she was feeling.

The babysitting gig was going well so far. Y/N plopped herself down on her mat and patiently watched the screen as the two guys raced against each other. She would clap for either of them whenever someone won or she would enthusiastically jump with them.

Charles was running in P1 until Pierre passed him in the last second and pushed him into the walls, making him come in last as everyone overtook him. ''Putain, Gasly!'' As soon as the words left the Monégasque's mouth, their eyes widened and immediately went to the little girl sitting in front of them.

''Maybe she didn't hear,'' Pierre whispered, making sure the little one wouldn't be able to hear them, ''just move on like nothing happened.''

''Hey, Y/N,'' Charles called her over to him, ''you want to play with me against Pierre?'' A wave of relief went through him as his sister jumped up at his words, pleased that she didn't start repeating the curse word.

He picked her up by her underarms and planted her on his lap. Charles trapped his sister between his arms, so she could grab the controller and play along with them, although he was practically doing all of the work.

Pierre let the Leclerc siblings have the win in the first round, knowing it would make the girl happy. ''You're so good, Y/N! You're better than both of us!'' He complimented her, booping her nose.

All was well, until Pierre used one of the red and green shells, and threw it at their character, making their Princess Daisy avatar spin around and lose their first place position. ''Putain, Gasly!'' Y/N repeated her brother's words, having it heard loud and clear before.

All the tension that had left came right back to smack the two boys in the face. They slowly glanced from the girl to each other, seeing a flush of panic in each other's eyes.

''Uh, Y/N? Go grab your crayons and coloring book, we'll draw together, okay?'' Charles spoke up, coloring being the first distraction that came into mind.

She adamantly nodded her head, excited at the thought of the three of them doing something together again. ''Okay.''

As soon as she was out of sight, Charles looked with wide eyes at his friend. ''I'm in so much trouble.'' His hand flew through his hair, frustration visible on his face.

''As long as she doesn't say it in front of your parents it's okay, Charles.'' Pierre tried to calm him down.

''That's the thing, she's learned something new and every time she learns something new, she wants to show it off to mum and dad.'' He explained, pretty confident that his sister would say the word when his parents got back home. ''They're not going to be thrilled that their 4 year-old daughter is saying curse words.''

Pierre thought for a moment. ''We can just explain to her that she can't say that word? She's very smart, she'll understand.''

As if on cue, the toddler hopped back into the living room while holding her box of crayons and several coloring books. Y/N put everything on the dining table, standing on her tippy toes and took a seat on her chair. She started coloring right away, not waiting for the two older guys that were still seated on the couch.

''Alright, we'll explain it to her.'' Charles agreed to Pierre's idea. They got up from their seats, put the controllers away and joined the girl at the table. ''Y/N, we have to talk to you about that word you said earlier.'' Her brother started off.

''What word?'' She looked up from her butterfly drawing.

Pierre shot Charles a warning look as if to say ''don't be dumb and repeat it''. The Monégasque got the hint and nodded. ''The one while we were gaming, the one that starts with p.''

''Peachy?''

''No.''

''Pierre?''

''You do know my name!'' He exclaimed, it was the first time she properly pronounced his name. ''But no, not that one.''

Maybe she doesn't remember, Charles thought to himself. He glanced at Pierre who simply shrugged his shoulders, he seemed to be thinking the same thing.

''Oh, you mean 'putain'?'' Y/N said the word again, the innocent and pure tone in her voice almost not making it sound like a curse word. Pierre had a hard time not bursting out in laughter, it just sounded super adorable coming from the little girl.

Charles was shooting daggers at his friend with his eyes, they had to look serious. ''That's a bad word, okay? You can't say that anymore.'' He told her, getting on her eye-level.

''But you said it?'' Her confused expression was difficult not to swoon over, but they both had to be strong.

''I shouldn't have said that, that was really bad of me,'' Charles clarified for her, ''we're not allowed to say it, okay?'' He had an hopeful glance in his eyes.

Y/N glimpsed over at Pierre, his hands covering his face to try to hide his laughter. ''But it's making him laugh, Charlie! Why is he laughing if it's a bad word?'' She asked her older brother, not understanding it.

''Pierre shouldn't be laughing.'' Charles semi-scolded his friend.

The man in question scratched his throat. ''Your brother is right, it's not funny and I shouldn't be laughing, Y/N.'' He tried to sound stern.

The small girl simply laughed in their faces and got away from the table, running back upstairs to her room. ''We're not joking, Y/N Pascale Leclerc!'' Charles yelled.

''She thinks we're not being serious.'' He sighed to Pierre, letting his head drop onto the table.

Pierre chuckled. ''Well, are we being serious?'' Charles rolled his eyes at the Frenchman's words. ''Hey, come on,'' Pierre patted Charles' head, making the younger one look up, ''we're just gonna drop it, alright? By the time our parents get back, she'll have forgotten all about it, you know small kids.''

''Yeah, you're right.'' Pierre's assurance brought him some comfort about the situation, kids get distracted easily. They don't have anything to worry about.

The rest of the day went by quite smoothly. Y/N took a long nap after they played some football in the garden, so the two boys could play some more non-toddler-friendly games on the Xbox. Once Y/N had woken up, they ordered pizza and despite his mother drilling into him that she couldn't have any fast food, Charles let the girl have a few bites.

The three of them were laying on the couch watching 'Cars', when their parents returned home. ''We're back, mes chéries!'' Pascale, Charles and Y/N's mother, greeted them.

Y/N jumped up from Charles' lap, running into her mother's arms. ''Maman! I won against Pierre in Mario Kart!'' She bragged to her, a beaming smile on her face.

''Really? You had fun with the boys?'' She asked, subtly looking around the living room looking for anything that indicated they had caused trouble, but she found nothing.

''Yes!'' Y/N adamantly nodded, making everyone around her laugh.

Hervé had taken notice of the empty pizza boxes in the kitchen. ''Did you enjoy the pizzas? I hope you didn't give anything to your sister, Charles.''

Charles shook his head. ''She didn't have pizza, Papa.'' He lied.

''Chérie, what did you eat tonight?'' Her mother asked her, not entirely convinced by her son's answer.

The young girl glanced at the two teenagers before replying. ''I had pasta and Charlie gave me a lollypop after we played in the garden.'' She made sure to use her bambi eyes, knowing it worked on her parents and brothers every time she made that cute face.

''That's good, mon amour!'' Her mum hugged her, winking at Charles behind her daughter's back.

''We're gonna take off then, we have quite the trip back home.'' Pierre's mother, Pascale, signaled for her son to get up from the couch and to bid goodbye to everyone.

Pierre sighed, but stood up. ''Thank you so much for having me over, it was really fun.'' He thanked Charles' parents. Hervé hugged the boy, while Pascale ruffled his hair as she was still holding the toddler in her arms.

''Bye, Little Leclerc! I'll get revenge on you next time we play Mario Kart, alright?'' He crouched down a bit to be eye-to-eye with the girl. She nodded and the two high-fived.

Everyone moved to the hallway, waiting for Pierre to put on his shoes, so the Gasly Family could start their journey back to France.

''Maman?'' Y/N whispered in her mother's ear, covering her mouth with her hand.

''Yes?''

''Why does Pierre look sad?'' The young boy was disappointed that the day with his best friend was already over, even though they would be seeing each other in a few days.

Her mum chuckled, endeared by her daughter's observations. ''He had a nice time here, so he's a little sad that he has to go home.'' Pascale explained, whispering back.

Pierre and his parents were almost out the door when Y/N came up with her masterplan to make the older boy laugh and cheer him up. ''Pierre! Pierre!'' She yelled, grabbing everyone's attention.

''Putain!''

The silence in the hallway didn't last long as all the parents burst out laughing at the unexpected words that left the girl's mouth. Charles and Pierre, who looked like they had seen a ghost, slowly let the situation sink in and laughed along with them. They were mostly smiling out of relief that their parents could see the humor in it.

''Alright, goodbye, everyone!'' The Gasly's bid them goodbye one last time before disappearing from their sight.

Charles continued smiling until his father closed their front door and turned around, a serious look on his face contrasting the laughing one from before. ''I gotta go.'' He swiftly moved away from the hallway to the living room.

''Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc!''

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