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[thirstyandbeautiful]

besties I just clicked on your url in my following and it didn’t load properly I thought you’d deactivated 😭😭😭😭 I had to refresh and retry but omg I nearly had a heart attack!!!!

Sis pls 😵‍💫

#i would actually cry #if all this work went down the drain #we will NEVER deactivate #how else will I make sure no one steals my shit again

[thirstyandbeautiful]

Thinking about the duality of baby in Mafia AU like she's got her sweet and soft side, and she's got her scary side.

And like that could translate to her nails? Soft pastels or bright coloured manicures when every thing is fine, impractically long once she gets the pacifier. Short and black when someone fucked up.

This is a big ask but if you feel so inspired. Hand kink but its Daddy and Papi having a kink for Baby's soft and very pretty hands.

Oh we back at it!

Australian Daddies Mafia!AU

Baby's Claws

a/n: i love getting my nails done i do have v fancy nails at all times so this is like a love letter to nails LOL im so sorry i made it sweet and spicy!

(I decided to dip back into a past drabble for sweet inspo thats whats linked in the beginning of each part! And there's a special glimpse into a future kinda violent drabble)

SHOUT OUT TO PAPI'S LEATHER GLOVES.

Daddy could remember the first time he held your hand. Even after all the years you'd spent together, he'd never forget the first time he felt that spark, that electric current that he thought could only begin and end with him and Papi.

He'd been helping you up from under a tree you'd been lounging under when the spark had gone off. But instead of burning intensity like he'd felt the first time he'd touched Papi, he'd felt the low thrumming heat deep in his chest. The low thrumming heat that he now felt after his endless years with his lover. It felt like home, it felt like peace, it felt like the last piece that they hadn't known they were missing.

Daddy's mind never moved so fast. Between his feelings and thoughts were the physical sensation of holding you. Your hands were so soft and small, he felt the need to be extra gentle wrapping his own thick, callous-rough hand around your own. Of course, it wasn't just the softness, the plush heat of your palm pressed to his fingers, or the way he'd noticed how his hand engulfed your own, no-

It was your nails.

Long, but not too long, perfectly curved into a smooth almond shape. Like softened claws. Softened claws that were painted a soft baby pink. You were on the edges of the Spanish property that belonged to another family, a restful, laidback and scenic work retreat as you'd put it minutes ago. His first impression was that you were smart, but now he knew you were clever.

From their delicate shape and size, he could tell they were your own. Flashes went through his head, his mind conjuring sharpened nails sinking into flesh. Thick flesh, like the sturdy meat on his shoulders while he-

"Daniel?"

He'd hardly realized you were on your feet, and felt the burn of his cheeks intensify as he dropped your hand, catching the shimmer of blue as a nearby light caught the polish. Chrome, he thought as he turned away without a word before thinking better of it. When his eyes lifted from your hand and settled on your face, you'd winked at him.

Full of surprises. Clever girl.

“Come on, babydoll. Think it’s time we walk you home.”

-

Papi could hear himself panting.

He stood stiff and slack jawed between the painted brick walls that held up the tunnel underneath their port. His chest heaved with the breaths he sucked in, and even with leather gloves on, his finger tips ached with how hard his hands were fisted. You stood on the other side of the tinted, one way glass.

You'd been standing so still in front of Charles' bound body, not even moving your weight from side to side. Your body stood firm atop your stiletto heeled boots, one of the only parts of you that had moved over the past few hours was your beautiful lips, to deliver your menacing coo and dazzling smile, and your hands.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you. Off of your hands.

When you'd called him and Daddy to let them know that you had a show for them to watch in the tunnels, this wasn't what he had expected. But it was so much better.

Your lithe fingers precariously balanced a dagger that was a family heirloom, the crest of your family adorning the handle that danced between your fingers and hands. You knew exactly how to move it, how to angle it to cut shallowly or deeply, and even how to maim or not leave a single scratch just the gentle caress of steel against flesh.

He could feel his hips lifting forward rhythmically, the light friction of his dress pants against his heated skin barely offering him any relief but making the show all the more sweeter.

The tip of his tongue dragged across his upper lip, following the path of your finger caressing the blade. The claw shape almost mimicking the curve of the knife, the deep maroon polish reflecting the light that bounced off the blade. Your skin was unblemished, so clean, and he knew exactly how smooth the skin felt, especially the skin of your palm when you wrapped it around-

The creak of the heavy steel door that separated the rooms between you opened. You were still looking over your shoulder as you walked through the doorway, your knife still. unsheathed and in your grip. When you turned to face him, his breath stopped.

Your eyes widened for a moment before they slid closed in a slow blink. Once they reopened, they dragged down his body, the muscles that stretched the fabric of his clothes flexed with her attention. Including the main event between his legs.

You took slow steps towards him, the gentle clack of your heels on cement floors almost making him flinch. The knife in your hand looked like a shiny blur as your flourished it, playing mindlessly with the same steel he was pretty sure could sink into the floor beneath their feet like butter.

You stepped right into his space. Right where you belonged. Where he needed you.

"I told you I had a show for you." you whispered into his collar as your right hand lifted, the button of his shirt no match for the blade you wielded.

His panted breaths quickened as you cut through the first, the second and then the third button. He'd been frozen in place watching you slice through his shirt, but his head and eyes rolled back as your left hand lifted to press against the exposed skin of his chest.

"Ohhhhh, darling." Papi moaned as your free hand followed the path your knife made, your nails dragging down his exposed chest all the way down to his navel as your knife made quick work of his shirt.

"Yes?" you mockingly whispered.

And you didn't stop at his shirt. When there were no more tiny buttons to slice off of his shirt, you pressed the blade to his belt. He let out such a guttural moan it echoed in the room as the heavy belt buckle dropped to the side, the weight of it bouncing off his swollen shaft.

"W-wait." his voice shook as he grabbed your free hand.

When he looked down, you had the same smile on your face as you'd had in the other room. Papi had never been on the receiving end before, never been the prey, but the heavy knowing gaze in your eyes as you looked up at him made him so hot he went lightheaded for a moment.

You chuckled and held his gaze as your hand shifted upwards, slicing through the zipper and button of his pants with a single flourish. They fell to the ground with a loud thump.

Your smile was all teeth as you sunk down to your knees in front of him.

-

The slow beating clicks of your nails on marble echoed through the room. You weren’t being loud, but your annoyance and impatience were palpable.

It had been another torturous night of dining and meeting with the heads of the other families. You had to do it once every couple of months to make sure that everything ran smoothly, and to get a temperature check on everyone who stood to gain from any misstep. You’d loathed them your entire life but they became unbearable since courting and marrying Daddy and Papi. The only saving grace of the night was that you were the hosts. There was no annoying flight or car ride home, you were home.

And everyone was overstaying their welcome.

You rolled your eyes as another family head began going back and forth with someone over a tariff charge. It was incredibly elementary. When your eyes rolled, they landed on Daddy beside you.

He'd worn a crisp white shirt, and a deep maroon suit with brown shoes. It made his tanned skin glow and your heart skip a beat. Your husbands were so handsome and all yours.

That's where your mind usually went when the discussions went particularly stale. Straight to the gutter, where you and your lovers thrived. You'd mastered a poker face, and could easily go through the plethora of memories you had in every position, on every surface, every taste and every time, and not even break a sweat or bat an eyelash.

But you'd realized over time that your darling husbands were not the same.

Daddy fidgeted, and unlike him, his fingers were curled in front of his face until the sides pressed to his lips as he leaned on the arm of the chair. You gently tilted your head so you could catch a glance at him. His gaze was fixed on the table, and when your eyes flitted back to where his gaze was, your eyebrow raised. He was watching your hand on the table.

You slowed the clack of your nails on the table surface and instead dragged the tips of your nails on the table top, making small loops and curls. Gently pressing the tip of your curved nails into the table top, they made a soft grated sound. Daddy's hand tightened in your peripheral vision.

Curious, you turned to Papi, and bit back a laugh.

He sat stiffly, his big brown eyes slightly widened and pupils dilated as he openly watched your hand on the table top. You'd had your hunches about Papi's preferences in your nails, but to know that you were torturing the both of them with your groomed nails? That was too good to not indulge in.

You rapped your nails against the table top again, and watched back and forth between the two men as their restlessness grew.

The color of your nails seemed to pulse under the lowlight in the room. It was a Barbie pink, almost magenta, with hints of purple and blue shimmer in the polish that made an obnoxious shimmer that completely sold you on the color. It was a bratty color, and you felt like a bratty girl. You had to get it.

You'd gotten home an hour before the night began, and the boys had only gotten a glimpse at the color before you had to leave them to get ready. They'd teased you, dropped a few inappropriate comments and the such, but you had no idea that it could effect them both like this.

This would be fun.

You leaned forward so both your husbands could focus on you, “We’re done for tonight.”

No one said a word as you rose from the table.

You were on your knees in front of them, your tongue hanging out and ignoring the way your drool rolled down the sides of your mouth and chin until it dripped on to your heaving chest. In each hand you held your lovers’ throbbing affection for you.

Daddy and Papi were no strangers to the sweet friction of rubbing their cocks together, but it was all the more sweeter when it was over your tongue.

There you sat, dazed with eyes half lidded, weakly gripping them at the base as you dragged their cocks all over your tongue, their sticky tips rubbing against each other until their precum was a mixed slick that mingled with your spit.

“Cock drunk little slut.” Daddy growled.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you shoved their lengths into your mouth, forcing your lips to stretch around them as your grip dropped to their balls. Both men groaned as you fondled them. You knew Daddy liked a little pain, he enjoyed when you tugged on the heavy sac he was hung with. Papi was of course the opposite, his balls being ultra sensitive and needed only to be lightly cupped to get his cock to start twitching.

Papi was panting over you, his eyes barely opened as you lightly scratched your nails over his balls, “M’gonna cum.” He choked out.

Daddy thrusted his hips forward and made you gag, “You know what to do.”

And you did. You dragged your nails over his balls before lightly pinching the loose skin behind them.

“Fuck.”

“Those hands…”

“Gonna… oh God.”

“Cum with me?” Daddy panted.

“Yeah, love.” Papi answered.

Quickly, you relaxed your throat and pulled both cocks from your mouth. Your lips hung open as you jerked them off over your outstretched tongue. You tugged at Daddy’s cock with short, sharp strokes at the base of his cock, while Papi got pulled from mid shaft to tip, with your wrist twisting when your thumb met the edge of his foreskin.

With a sharp gasp from Papi and a heavy, guttural groan from Daddy, they both pulsed in the palm of your hands as they came. Papi’s cock bobbed in your hand, the cum gushed from his tip where you pressed it to your tongue while Daddy’s shot off on to your tongue and Papi’s cock, coating his tip in both of your lovers juices.

Daddy whimpered and pull his dick from your grip, overstimulated and too sensitive to take anymore. With your hand free, you let go of Papi’s cock and swallowed around his tip, eagerly but gently sucking him clean of his and daddy’s mess.

#w #hoe fairy #dr #mi #australian daddies mafia au #you see the secret truth of the aussie daddies is that daddy is the romantic and papi is the horny one

[thirstyandbeautiful]

I miss u pookie ❤️

💜💜💜

#fuck I never posted the mafia anon hands drabble #TOMORROW I PROMISE IM SO SORRY

[thirstyandbeautiful]

Hey! idk if this is going to be unsolicited advice or whatever but i say it because i really love ur work and want more people to see it!!! but i notice that ur posts aren’t tagged with any popular fandom tags that you would find by searching? idk if that’s something you do on purpose! but even tagging it with “daniel ricciardo smut” or “dr3” rather than just “dr” would probably come up in readers tags more without worrying about posting in the main tags!! 🩷🩷🩷

Hi hi! I’m actually surprised you sent this in because no one ever notices. I don’t usually tag to ‘main’ tags cause I feel like our community on this page is way bigger than people realize but you are welcome to reblog our stories to those main tags!!

Our tags are what they are to organize the blog. 💕

#I love nice anons #w #hoe fairy

[thirstyandbeautiful]

hoe fairy and mafia anon are back!!!!

feels like the good days are returning

I think so 🥰

#w #hoe fairy

[thirstyandbeautiful]

Finally an Aussie Daddies thought has come to me.

Lazy morning in bed, Daddy and Papi came home late so Baby is first awake. But she's not getting up and leaving the warm bed. So she decides to be a little naughty and sneakily touch herself under the sheets until Daddy and Papi wake up.

It's a challenge to balance being quiet and still vs actually getting close to cumming

xoxo mafia anon

HELLO MY DARLING-

in honor of you coming through with some really great inspo that im working on rn, i decided to finally fill this one with this fun drabble. i hope everyone enjoys!

You weren't sure what had woken you at first, but as you sleepily blinked your eyes open, you knew exactly what had woken you up. You'd fallen asleep with your knees lifted to either side of your hips.

You sharply inhaled as you slowly straightened your legs, flexing your muscles as you laid them flat on the bed. Confusion clouded your thoughts as you waded through memories from last night. How had you fallen asleep in such a position? There was no tell tale ache between your legs, no warmth dripping from your core, no unpleasant yet somewhat pleasant stickiness as you rubbed your thighs together. You dragged your hands down from where they'd been laying beside your head on your pillow. Turning your head, you were instantly reminded of last night.

Daddy and Papi laid next to you. Papi curled around Daddy, the sheets around their waists let you see how his arms held your lover tightly, his face pressed into Daddy's shoulder. Daddy looked so young when he slept. During waking hours he feigned an innocence that played into his easy going demeanor, but when he was asleep, that's when you got a glimpse of what real innocence looked like on his face.

You bit your lip as you felt your nipples tighten shamefully.

Which brought you right back to last night.

The men had gotten home late, unwilling to sleep another night without you, they'd opted to fly home overnight and hadn't landed until a few hours before sunrise. They'd both been exhausted, and even with the exhaustion illustrated on their faces, you had been eager. Wearing a thin, cotton nightie that barely covered your thighs, that barely even hid the color of the skin beneath it, you'd been more than eager. But even as you'd laid, spread and open for them, they'd gently cooed at you and pet you as they curled into bed and fell asleep. You'd hoped that they would wake you with what you needed, but clearly that hadn't happened.

You huffed.

They're so hardworking, our line of work is so demanding, the list of explanations, all rational, went on and on in your head. You knew they were tired and that that was fine. Your men were human. They got tired, they needed sleep.

But you had needs too.

Needs that hadn't been sated by anything other than your own hands in two weeks, two weeks and one day now. Cause apparently you weren't getting any relief this morning.

Which was exactly how your playful little plan filled your head like the soft sunshine that melted through your curtains.

You licked your lips as you turned your head to face them. Blindly, you reached up above your pillows to wear your more reasonably sized squishes laid. Grabbing two, you bent your knees and gently wiggled out from under the bedsheet that covered you all. Opening your legs, you made sure to cushion your thighs with a squishmallow under each.

Lifting your hand to your mouth, you gazed at the gentle curve of Daddy's cupids bow, and traced its shape on your finger tip sloppily until your spit glistened and dripped down your finger. Biting into your lower lip, you brought your hand back down to your heated center. Your cunt was spread from the position you were in, but you still teased yourself by bringing the slick skin of your finger down to where your lips split. Gently nudging them further apart until your clit was exposed, you shivered as the cool room air brushed against the heated bundle of nerves.

You sharply inhaled as you rolled your clit between your wet and dry fingers. The friction between the two made for a delicious drag that had the smell of your heat filling the room in no time. All the while, you stared at your husbands, letting every memory and fantasy fill your little dirty mind and guide your hand against yourself. Arching your back brought your attention back to your nipples. The tightened buds pressed against the cotton of your dress every time you arched your back, making for a delicious dry bite of fabric against skin.

Lifting one side of your dress, you dragged the material up and over one tit, groping the soft flesh as goosebumps spread across your exposed tummy. You looked over Daddy's shoulder at Papi as you twisted your nipple harshly. That's how he normally punished you for touching without permission.

God, you wanted to be punished.

You froze when you saw Papi's eyebrows furrow before he gently rubbed his face into Daddy's shoulder. When all movement ceased, the silence stretched, and you were sure neither of them had woken, you huffed a laugh.

Feeling emboldened, you let out a sigh as you sunk a finger into your weeping cunt. You could feel the slick dampening your hole, but you hadn't realized how wet you were until you forced your digit between your thick walls.

In front of you, Daddy's lip twitched, then his nose.

Fuck, that nose. You could practically feel the memory of it pressed to your clit as his tongue sunk into your cunt. Pulling your finger free from yourself, you whined as you tasted yourself. When your finger dripped with spit, you reached down and filled yourself. Between your spit and your wet pussy, the filthy suctioning slip of your juices got louder.

Your eyes closed for a moment before they reopened to see your still sleeping lovers.

Your gaze followed Papi's arms, from his curved, broad shoulders, to his strong biceps that looked flexed even when they weren't. Your nipple ached as you pulled at it again, but your pussy only pulsed and your juices got louder as you worked your finger faster. You wanted to sink your teeth into his forearm. It was so thick, the wicked idea of riding it like his thigh filled your mind.

"Fuck." you mumbled.

Your knees restlessly lifted as your hips surged up. When you reopened your eyes, you looked at Papi's hand, flat against Daddy's abdomen, partially covering his happy trail. You loved his happy trail, but loved it more when it was wet from you squirting on it.

A soft cry left your mouth, "Ohhh."

A second finger sunk into your cunt. Even if you couldn't reach deep enough, you'd fill yourself with the girth of your whole hand if you had to. Anything to get the relief, a lick of the pleasure that was plaguing your memories. You wanted it so badly.

So badly, you hadn't even noticed Daddy's hand on the edges of your own pillow.

His strong, long fingers were limp against your pillow, outstretched towards your cheek as if he was stroking you in his sleep. The sweet thought had you wiggling closer to him without a second thought. Sealing your fate, you closed your lips around his middle finger. Your mouth was wet and hot from your panting and drooling, so your tongue glided easily against his skin. You suckled on his finger as your hands kept busy on your body.

You were so close.

You could hear how wet you were, the wet smack of your fingers moving in and out of you smacked through the once held silence of the room. Your other hand worked tirelessly groping your tit, the nipple swollen from all the rough attention you'd given it. You were riding the high higher and higher, sucking on Daddy's finger harder and harder. Your thighs tensed and your hips jumped. You were right there-

Daddy's finger was yanked out of your mouth.

Your eyes opened and you gasped as you came, looking at the very awake faces of your lovers.

Twitching as you came down, the hand on your tit dropped to your side, not bothering to fix your dress as you rested your aching wrist against your thigh, your fingers still partially inside of you.

"I hope you enjoyed that," Daddy's voice rasped, as Papi glared at you from over his shoulder, "because you aren't cumming again for a week."

#gratuitous time zone self reblog

[thirstyandbeautiful]

Finally an Aussie Daddies thought has come to me.

Lazy morning in bed, Daddy and Papi came home late so Baby is first awake. But she's not getting up and leaving the warm bed. So she decides to be a little naughty and sneakily touch herself under the sheets until Daddy and Papi wake up.

It's a challenge to balance being quiet and still vs actually getting close to cumming

xoxo mafia anon

HELLO MY DARLING-

in honor of you coming through with some really great inspo that im working on rn, i decided to finally fill this one with this fun drabble. i hope everyone enjoys!

You weren't sure what had woken you at first, but as you sleepily blinked your eyes open, you knew exactly what had woken you up. You'd fallen asleep with your knees lifted to either side of your hips.

You sharply inhaled as you slowly straightened your legs, flexing your muscles as you laid them flat on the bed. Confusion clouded your thoughts as you waded through memories from last night. How had you fallen asleep in such a position? There was no tell tale ache between your legs, no warmth dripping from your core, no unpleasant yet somewhat pleasant stickiness as you rubbed your thighs together. You dragged your hands down from where they'd been laying beside your head on your pillow. Turning your head, you were instantly reminded of last night.

Daddy and Papi laid next to you. Papi curled around Daddy, the sheets around their waists let you see how his arms held your lover tightly, his face pressed into Daddy's shoulder. Daddy looked so young when he slept. During waking hours he feigned an innocence that played into his easy going demeanor, but when he was asleep, that's when you got a glimpse of what real innocence looked like on his face.

You bit your lip as you felt your nipples tighten shamefully.

Which brought you right back to last night.

The men had gotten home late, unwilling to sleep another night without you, they'd opted to fly home overnight and hadn't landed until a few hours before sunrise. They'd both been exhausted, and even with the exhaustion illustrated on their faces, you had been eager. Wearing a thin, cotton nightie that barely covered your thighs, that barely even hid the color of the skin beneath it, you'd been more than eager. But even as you'd laid, spread and open for them, they'd gently cooed at you and pet you as they curled into bed and fell asleep. You'd hoped that they would wake you with what you needed, but clearly that hadn't happened.

You huffed.

They're so hardworking, our line of work is so demanding, the list of explanations, all rational, went on and on in your head. You knew they were tired and that that was fine. Your men were human. They got tired, they needed sleep.

But you had needs too.

Needs that hadn't been sated by anything other than your own hands in two weeks, two weeks and one day now. Cause apparently you weren't getting any relief this morning.

Which was exactly how your playful little plan filled your head like the soft sunshine that melted through your curtains.

You licked your lips as you turned your head to face them. Blindly, you reached up above your pillows to wear your more reasonably sized squishes laid. Grabbing two, you bent your knees and gently wiggled out from under the bedsheet that covered you all. Opening your legs, you made sure to cushion your thighs with a squishmallow under each.

Lifting your hand to your mouth, you gazed at the gentle curve of Daddy's cupids bow, and traced its shape on your finger tip sloppily until your spit glistened and dripped down your finger. Biting into your lower lip, you brought your hand back down to your heated center. Your cunt was spread from the position you were in, but you still teased yourself by bringing the slick skin of your finger down to where your lips split. Gently nudging them further apart until your clit was exposed, you shivered as the cool room air brushed against the heated bundle of nerves.

You sharply inhaled as you rolled your clit between your wet and dry fingers. The friction between the two made for a delicious drag that had the smell of your heat filling the room in no time. All the while, you stared at your husbands, letting every memory and fantasy fill your little dirty mind and guide your hand against yourself. Arching your back brought your attention back to your nipples. The tightened buds pressed against the cotton of your dress every time you arched your back, making for a delicious dry bite of fabric against skin.

Lifting one side of your dress, you dragged the material up and over one tit, groping the soft flesh as goosebumps spread across your exposed tummy. You looked over Daddy's shoulder at Papi as you twisted your nipple harshly. That's how he normally punished you for touching without permission.

God, you wanted to be punished.

You froze when you saw Papi's eyebrows furrow before he gently rubbed his face into Daddy's shoulder. When all movement ceased, the silence stretched, and you were sure neither of them had woken, you huffed a laugh.

Feeling emboldened, you let out a sigh as you sunk a finger into your weeping cunt. You could feel the slick dampening your hole, but you hadn't realized how wet you were until you forced your digit between your thick walls.

In front of you, Daddy's lip twitched, then his nose.

Fuck, that nose. You could practically feel the memory of it pressed to your clit as his tongue sunk into your cunt. Pulling your finger free from yourself, you whined as you tasted yourself. When your finger dripped with spit, you reached down and filled yourself. Between your spit and your wet pussy, the filthy suctioning slip of your juices got louder.

Your eyes closed for a moment before they reopened to see your still sleeping lovers.

Your gaze followed Papi's arms, from his curved, broad shoulders, to his strong biceps that looked flexed even when they weren't. Your nipple ached as you pulled at it again, but your pussy only pulsed and your juices got louder as you worked your finger faster. You wanted to sink your teeth into his forearm. It was so thick, the wicked idea of riding it like his thigh filled your mind.

"Fuck." you mumbled.

Your knees restlessly lifted as your hips surged up. When you reopened your eyes, you looked at Papi's hand, flat against Daddy's abdomen, partially covering his happy trail. You loved his happy trail, but loved it more when it was wet from you squirting on it.

A soft cry left your mouth, "Ohhh."

A second finger sunk into your cunt. Even if you couldn't reach deep enough, you'd fill yourself with the girth of your whole hand if you had to. Anything to get the relief, a lick of the pleasure that was plaguing your memories. You wanted it so badly.

So badly, you hadn't even noticed Daddy's hand on the edges of your own pillow.

His strong, long fingers were limp against your pillow, outstretched towards your cheek as if he was stroking you in his sleep. The sweet thought had you wiggling closer to him without a second thought. Sealing your fate, you closed your lips around his middle finger. Your mouth was wet and hot from your panting and drooling, so your tongue glided easily against his skin. You suckled on his finger as your hands kept busy on your body.

You were so close.

You could hear how wet you were, the wet smack of your fingers moving in and out of you smacked through the once held silence of the room. Your other hand worked tirelessly groping your tit, the nipple swollen from all the rough attention you'd given it. You were riding the high higher and higher, sucking on Daddy's finger harder and harder. Your thighs tensed and your hips jumped. You were right there-

Daddy's finger was yanked out of your mouth.

Your eyes opened and you gasped as you came, looking at the very awake faces of your lovers.

Twitching as you came down, the hand on your tit dropped to your side, not bothering to fix your dress as you rested your aching wrist against your thigh, your fingers still partially inside of you.

"I hope you enjoyed that," Daddy's voice rasped, as Papi glared at you from over his shoulder, "because you aren't cumming again for a week."

#w #hoe fairy #mi #dr #australian daddies mafia au #now that everythings done im suddenly v inspired again

[thirstyandbeautiful]

Hello❤️ could you please link the fics that were plagiarized so I can read the original ones? I read the plagiarized ones (months ago) and it just feels weird not giving love or at least read the original ones since I liked, rebloged and praised so much the other ones.

Hi! Absolutely I'd love to share my fics.

One was from pt 7 of my LVL series, which the entirety of the series can be found here.

One was Movie from my GOOD NEWS list, based off of Megan Thee Stallion's album release at the time.

Another was part 5 from CMHH2 (all the parts are linked on the fic), the original CMHH can be found here.

There were a few others that I was working out where they came from, but thankfully the plagiarizing page has been deleted by the owner so you're just going to have to read around this page <3

#w #hoe fairy #thank you so much for all the support #i hope you enjoy reading all my work!

[thirstyandbeautiful]

Hi everyone, I just wanted to thank you all for all your support through the plagiarism debacle. I’m glad it’s finally sorted and that everyone from both fandoms were so incredibly kind to me ❤️

[thirstyandbeautiful]

You are so right. She doesn’t deserve hate in any way, but you did not give her hate you called her out as you should. You and her should not get hate. You can’t control if people send her hate or not tho so it is not your fault because you just called her out.

Definitely this^

Im just waiting for my work to be removed from her page once and for all.

#you can tell someone they’re wrong without dragging them #in fact if they’re wrong there’s no need to drag them because it all speaks for itself

[thirstyandbeautiful]

You a right b*** idc you knew the backlash she would get and i dont buy your "oh she forced your hand" you knew shes been dealing with stuff but yet you still did what you did

I dare your anons to come at me go ahead im waiting

To clarify: I had no idea she was dealing with any mental health troubles, she didn’t communicate any of that to me. I absolutely did expect people to tell her she was wrong and to urge her to delete the fics like she should have and lied about doing.

I was beyond nice in my approach to her up until the end, and even then I was more blunt than rude. I’ve been extremely transparent here and the messages below prove that.

#bitch is a 5 letter word btw #please no one go to this persons page and get in a fight it will solve nothing

[thirstyandbeautiful]

iam not going to hide behind anon idc if i get cancelled people already dont like me so let me start by saying i get that you are pissed rightfully so

However my mate is still a human like everyone else, she is not a malicious person, a mental break down is no foking joke it makes you act out in different ways and this was one of her ways

She don't deserve all this hate shes getting making her feel shit its only foking more with her mental health

No one should be sending hate, that was not the point of publicizing her plagiarism and thats not something I condone. I don’t wish bad on her and I don’t think anyone else should either.

to be clear: She should have removed all traces of plagiarism over the course of the month that I patiently dealt with this privately. She didn’t so she forced me to publicly call her out. She chose this as the resolution to our problem.

I hope she takes this whole experience as a learning opportunity and takes up writing her own work again.

[thirstyandbeautiful]

And so it continues…

It’s utterly insane to read @jkeey4 ‘s claim last night that nothing on her blog was ever written by anyone other than her when you can still read her number 11 oneshot that stole from my lvl pt 7.

It’s literally word for word, again.

#w #I am so tired #why do people plagiarize #this was copied and pasted like why act like it’s yours

[thirstyandbeautiful]

its the fact she didn't even try to change it a little🤦‍♀️. its also so messed up that she didn't just steal one but a good amount, she really thought you wouldn't find out like...😒

Like I said before, I’m just blown away that she did this to me because she can write. She had no reason to steal my work other than just cause she could!

Her excuses are just her grasping at straws. She knew joining T&B that she was a co admin, that she could post her own stories and answer asks- she knows that she wasn’t a cowriter to any of my work and that all my work is my own so she’s backtracking to try to justify her own wrong doings. I wish she would’ve just edited her page and taken my work out 😒

On a real note, I’m really touched by how supportive both fandoms have been ❤️ if anyone knows who the original anon was that sent this to me pls let me know!

#thank you so much for the support! #like I said in previous tags #there’s layers to this plagiarism mess #each is more fucked than the last

[thirstyandbeautiful]

I can't believe I have to make a post about plagiarism

I write for @thirstyandbeautiful

At the beginning of December, an anon reached out to me with a link to @jkeey4-main / @jkeey4 's page to warn me that she was literally copy and pasting from my fics to pass as her own.

I reached out and kindly requested that she remove all trace of my work from her own. I did not ask her to delete the fics, just edit them so they weren't word for word my own. I was beyond patient and gave her over a month to correct her work and come up with her own original scenes and dialogue, etc. I wrongfully assumed that if I showed a bit of grace, this problem would fix itself.

But it didn't.

This is just one pair of screenshots that were taken yesterday after she told me she'd edited everything and there was no trace of my work left on her page:

Since she refuses to fix her page, I've decided to broadcast it: If you're reading any fics from this page, I guarantee you that it's been copied and pasted from this F1 page.

Don't plagiarize and steal someone's work. If you need to copy and paste someone else's work to pass as your own, you're not a writer and shouldn't claim to be one.

#the shittiest but wait theres more reblog

[thirstyandbeautiful]

fyi regarding a current situation

to the anon who is anonymously spreading incorrect information to my mutuals and other football writers regarding THIS POST from an account i was a co-writer on before leading my own page on tumblr.

i do not deny the information regarding the topic and i am very much ashamed of my inexplicable behavior yet everything that is on my page now was/is written by me from beginning to end, so there is no need to look for any evidence further on other blogs, i will spare the impediments.

as for my stand on the topic i won‘t elaborate much as everything seems pretty clear. i fucked up big time and now i‘m paying the sins for it. no need to sweet talk it. i will not try to talk myself out of this. what is on this blog now was still a great experience for me to write it and share it.

thank you.

[thirstyandbeautiful]

hello loves!

so i was reading this fic and it came to my attention that is it really, really, familiar to something you wrote in 2020 (the work I believe they plagiarized, https://www.tumblr.com/thirstyandbeautiful/638778932628504576/lvl-the-maybe-after-part-three-daddys-home?source=share) and theirs (https://www.tumblr.com/jkeey4/715065845546663936/kinda-a-deranged-ask-but-i-cant-stop-thinking-ab) im not sure if its 100% plagiarism, it is REALLY similar and i could even see your writing style in it. Anyhow, if i am wrong, feel free to ignore this. Your blog is amazing and you are a wonderful writer that deserves all the recognition and credit.

Hi anon, thank you so much for bringing this to my attention.

If you hadn't, I would've never known that 'u' was copy and pasting my work to pass it as her own on her page. I have been patient and kind to her over the past month waiting for her to edit her blog but since she didn't, i've decided to publicize her stealing work so that no one else's work is stolen by her and so that people know that it isn't her work, it's mine.

She is no longer an admin for this blog, but her work remains under the 'u' tag for anyone who enjoyed her past fics and wants to read them.

#w #you are doing gods work #thanks anon