#younger!reader

[nativegirltapes]

drew getting jealous over someone with angel!reader and there all out in like a club or something with obx cast and stuff if you know what i mean idk 😭

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drew was busy talking with JD, chase, and madelyn because you said you were going to get a refill from the bar. maybe it wasn’t the best idea to let you do it alone considering how tipsy you already were.

"bro," JD pointed his finger over at you. "she looks a little... occupied." there you were at the bar talking with some guy, giggling your ass off as he got a little too close for drew's liking. the guy looked a lot closer to your age than drew, and that definitely had something to do with drew’s sudden jealousy, although he'd never admit that.

"are you serious?" drew mumbled to himself. "i'll be right back guys."

drew sped over to you, softly grabbing you by your arm and dragging you into the men's bathroom, not even caring it was the men's bathroom, just trying to muffle out of the sound of the loud music playing. "what are you doing?"

"what do you mean?" you giggled, maybe you really did have little too much to drink.

"that guy at the bar?" drew rarely got jealous, he was usually pretty grounded and balanced when it came to that kind of stuff, so he felt kind of stupid having to vocalize his jealousy for one of the first times.

"what about him?" you shrugged your shoulders, genuinely not thinking much of it.

"he was all over you and you didn't seem to care?”

"baby, he was gonna pay for my drinks. our drinks." you placed your hand on drew's chest, trying to seem more reassuring. you thought it was cute drew was getting jealous, for once. his lack of jealously always worried you that maybe he just didn't care at all. "but then you came and pulled me away." you playfully rolled your eyes, although it didn't seem like drew thought it was playful.

"besides," you stood up on your tippy toes, getting as close as you could to drew's ear. "he ain't got nothing on your old ass." you kissed drew on the cheek before trotting back to the bar in your little mini skirt, completely unbothered.

he didn't know if he should be more upset, or turned on.

[rawme-price]

Thinking about livestock gaurdian!price and sheep!reader....

Price finds you in the middle of an op, just like gaz. An infiltration that had soon escalated to a full-blown shootout. But whereas price is usually so in control of his instincts, he has to actively pull them back for the first time in years. You, a soldier far younger than he would've liked, holding your position with a bullet hole in ur bicep, fluffy ears pinned back.

Every instinct in price is yelling at him to protect.

He personally makes sure you get seen by medical after a successful outcome to the op, a big lumbering form as he looms behind you. The whole time, price has a hand on you, as if hed die not to feel you close.

This captain, of whom youve never met before but often hear his name spoken with reverence, suddenly becomes very interested in you. Its a matter of days before ur current CO tells you to pack ur bags for a reassignment. A reassignment onto an exclusive taskforce run by the same captain that helped you all those days ago.

Price cant hide the way his tail wags lazily at seeing you again, some sort of anxiety draining from his lungs. His team notices though. The way he slowly walks up the the lamb of a recruit, gives you a firm handshake.

...it takes a while, but you warm up to price. Hes not the intimidating CO you thought he was. Mostly, hes an overprotective and extremely affectionate dog. Loves to lay his chin atop your head so you can feel the pleased rumbles he makes when you return safe from an op.

Almost every night price is dragging you into his den for cuddles. No one really bats an eye, its about time the sheepdog actually had a sheep to look after. Hes got a pack, and now he has a *herd*.

And ur more than happy to be said herd. Easily flowing with his commands, always eager for the warm approval his barks give. Even when you come back from ops drenched in blood, price just checks you over and nuzzles into ur neck to scent you over the blood.

Its...nice. being cared for. Being worried for. You had long since come to terms with being independent in the military. you never thought youd find someone like price to guide you. Hes barks and rumbles and cuddles with you happily, even if he correctively nips at you sometimes its all for ur own safety.

After especially long ops, when his whole pack gathers around to lay on top of or near you, ur chest feels light with mirth. You are so wanted and loved here. You cant imagine a world without it, and neither can price.

[Nerd shit below the cut]

Inspired by these pins on my dog pinterest board lol

Idk what breed of dog this is, but thats how I imagine prices hybrid side. Just. Big burly dog who cradles reader in his arms.... and shields them from the world...

Also it lowkey fits bc hes got a whole control complex and having a soldier who he can control in a new unique dynamic from his pack is very appealing to price...

[chrisbesitos]

hold me while i cry.

"Help me, please!" Y/N woke suddenly, gasping for air, trying hard to catch the air. Her scream made Matt wake, he opened his eyes scared and reached for his girl hand.

"Y/N, baby, I'm here." He said, Matt cup her cheeks and made she look at him. He could see the fear in her glassy eyes, Matt took his hands out of her face and grabbed her hands, gently rubbing the back with his finger. "Take deep breaths, just like me." He took a deep breath, Y/N did the same.

She did this a couple times until she pulled herself together, Matt held her hands the whole time, whispering lovely words. When he realized she was a bit better, Matt kissed her forehead and hugged her shoulders, pulling her to his chest.

"You're okay, bunny." He whispered, Y/N nodded slowly, resting her head on the crook of his neck. "It was just a dream, a nightmare. It wasn't real, 'kay?"

"Okay." She murmured, she was still scared because of the dream, but Matt's words and warm arms were helping her hands stop shaking. He let a kiss on her temple, massaging her scalp and rocking her in his arms.

"You want to tell me what happened in the dream?"

"I was drowning." Her voice cracked, crying once again remembering the nightmare.

She was being pulled down in the sea, everything was dark and she couldn't breathe, her lungs were filled with water. Y/N was deep afraid of the sea and Matt knows this, that's the reason he never let her go when they were at the beach in summer.

"I. . . I couldn't breathe, I was so scared." She cried out, Matt held her hard. "I tried to scream for you, but you weren't there."

"It wasn't real, bunny. You're right here with me, in our room, there's no sea and no water." He said, rubbing her tights gently. "As long as you are with me, nothing will ever happen to you."

"I love you, Matt." She whispered.

"I love you too, bunny. So, so much."

"I'm sorry for waking you."

"Don't apologize, 'kay? It wasn't your fault." Matt kissed her lips while he laid her back in the bed, he handled Y/N's plushie. "You don't feel like sleep, don't you?"

"Can we watch cartoons? Just until I fall asleep again." She asked, Matt smiled nodding.

He reached for the tv control on the nightstand, he put on her favorite comfort show. They watched Gravity Falls for a couple hours, Matt was drowsy, but he couldn't sleep, not until he made sure his girlfriend was okay and sleeping.

Eventually, Y/N fall asleep with her head rested on Matt's chest, snoring lightly, knowing she was safe with Matt.

now we have matt w younger!reader! happy?

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[rafeslovely]

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[barbiiecams]

how i imagine younger!reader

picnic dates. taking you to and from classes. being your biggest motivation. clay dates. flowers just because. random hugs. forehead kisses. intimacy. selfies. expensive things. spoiled. vulnerability. warm showers together. special bath time together. a forever kinda thing.

[elliesmainhoe]

Ellie Williams Headcanons : RichOlderWoman!Ellie

I got this as an ask but Tumblr ate it 😱 so here you go anon.

Okay Okay. So, first things first, from day one Ellie was always adamant when saying that you were NEVER her sugar baby.

you were just her controversially young girlfriend who she liked to spoil and have perched on her lap during boring business meetings.

speaking of SPOLING-

she regularly takes you on trips to expensive high end malls which exclusively house designer brands and WILL buy you anything you look at as long as you hold her hand while you both walk around.

but CEO Ellie Williams is a busy woman, and doesn't always have a long enough interval between meetings to keep you company.

in those cases she simply kisses you cheek and forehead before handing you a small black card and saying "give me a show of everything you buy when I get home, hm?"

arthritis may be fast approaching but those hips do not slow

(jk she's only in her late thirties, and you know for a fact the extent of working out she does keeps her joints in check)

in fact she gives the best strap game. the experience and the variety of expensive toys and the regular gym routine = 🤩

always her arm candy

every once in a while after lovingly gazing at you for a little too long, looking at your soft supple thighs, pink lipstick coated lips and shiny hair cascading beautifully from your head. she feels insecure?

it's an odd feeling.

an unfamiliar feeling.

but Ellie is mature, it's one thing you admire about herand she knows that a problem won't be resolved unless she talks to you.

so she does, and as soon as the voices of concern fall from her lips, you soon put those thoughts to rest <333

she does the same to you!!

it was a normal day, you woke up to a cup of coffee on your bed side, a small pastry from your favorite bakery, a credit card and a note which read:

"Good Morning my love, I completely forgot about the early morning meeting I had today. I got you some pastries as an apology, I'm sorry we can't go shopping today like we planned, but here's my card and the driver can take you to the mall.

Love you pretty girl, Ellie x"

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it was a while later when Joel, your driver, pulled up outside the office building, you thanked him swiftly and walked quickly towards the automatic doors of 'Williams Enterprises Headquarters', expensive jimmy choo heels clicking against the concrete entrance. The security guard, Bob, nodded his head in greeting and you returned the gesture with a smile.

The receptionist was... different. the usual blonde haired girl was replaced by a middle aged woman with greying hair, deep set wrinkles imbedded in pale skin. "Hi what can I do for you today?" a high squeaky voice came from her mouth. a tone of voice you knew from years of retail work and customer service, you winced instinctively.

"Hi, I'm here to see Miss Williams." you reply, fingers tightening on the strap of the mulberry purse Ellie had gifted you for your 2nd anniversary a few months passed.

"hmmm. I don't see you on the schedule, do you have an appointment?" she smiled, the fakeness clear and tone of voice irritated.

"oh, uhm no. I'm her girlfriend" silence. the fake smile plastered on the woman's face falling, as she looked over behind her to a colleague who nodded in confirmation of the story you had given her.

"sorry if this is intrusive kid, but aren't you a little young." she spoke, and chewed a piece of him you hadn't noticed before rather obnoxiously. "I mean I can tell you're..." her eyes scanned your frame "reaping the benefits."

"I mean, god I can't blame you" she continued " if I had the looks and youth I once did I would happily suck off anyone for chanel. Now tell me doll, how much surgery has Mrs. Williams paid for you to have done, surely those tits aren't real?"

you quickly brushed past her, ignoring the intrusive questions and stepped into the elevator, pressing the floor Ellie's office resided on.

the site of you immediately brought a smile onto your girlfriend's previously pinched and visibly frustrated face. "Hi pretty girl,", she pushed out her chair from behind her desk, patting her thigh for you to sit on. "Hi Els." the frown you couldn't quite erase from your features furrowed your brows in a way Ellie couldn't ignore.

"What happened baby? you upset with me for leaving earlier?" she asked softly, adjusting you on her lap and kissing your temple. "nah it's not that- I just-" your hands instinctively began playing with Ellie's fingers, twisting the ring on her index finger slowly. "the new lady, in reception. she said something-" you sighed. "and I just can't shake it."

"do you think that, I'm a burden? that the fact I'm so young means I'm leeching off you? I don't want to do that Ells. I like dresses and bags and makeup and you give that to me because you can, but I just- if you ever don't want to buy me stuff, please tell me Ells, I don't want to take and take and take when you don't want me to."

a soft chuckle shook Ellie's chest "pretty girl, look at me. The reason I work is to spoil you, the reason I go to these bullshit meetings with these stuckup assholes is to give you and me a life where money is no object. I love you sweet girl" she kissed your plush lips, the tension seemingly draining out of your body at the touch.

"now, which receptionist said that?"

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A/N: cute little hc and drabble to get me back into the swing of things.

[rik0shii]

G dragon x idol reader and they have like a mini age gap? (Maybe 6-5 years (the reader is younger)) just any scenario with this hc. Here are some idea’s <3

> Something similar to the fic of “YG’s weirdo’s”

> a hangout in his house

> anything you prefer <3

Just not seeing much age gap fics wanted to make this req :D

⭒❃.✮:▹ “Wednesdays and Vinyl” ◃:✮.❃⭒

Genre: Idol x Idol (established relationship), fluff, subtle angst, slice of life, domesticity, lowkey introspection

WC: ~3.3k

Notes: reader is 5–6 years younger than GD, but established, mature, and independent; they’ve known each other for a while. There’s no power imbalance, just nuance, admiration, and layered affection. I made. GD younger than his actual age (6years younger) bc for me 30-36 age gap will not be “weirdly seen” by other people, its for the plot trust

hii thank you for requesting! comments and reposts are always appreciated

You didn’t knock. Not because you were rude — you just didn’t need to anymore.

He told you once: “This place is as much yours as mine. No code, no red tape.” You’d rolled your eyes at the time, said something like “So dramatic,” but truthfully, you remembered every word.

Tonight, his studio lights were off, but the lamp in the living room was on. Warm, yellow. The kind of light that made everything feel a little softer. A little slower.

You walked in and slipped your shoes off at the door. The hallway smelled like lavender and worn-out incense. Familiar. Comforting. Just like him.

“Yah,” came his voice from the living room. “Took you long enough.”

You peeked around the corner. He was lying half-sprawled on the couch, hoodie too big, socks mismatched, one arm thrown over his eyes.

“You said 9:30. It’s 9:24.”

“Technicalities.” He lifted his head, pushed his hood back. “I missed you, though.”

You snorted, tossing your bag onto the armchair. “You literally FaceTimed me three hours ago from the studio.”

“Not the same,” he murmured. “That was Producer Me. This is Just Me.”

You padded over, flopping onto the couch beside him, knees brushing his thigh. “Okay, Just You. What’s tonight’s plan?”

He cracked one eye open. “We eat, talk shit, listen to records, maybe dance. You sing, I pretend to rap.”

“So… like always?”

He smirked. “Exactly.”

The two of you sat cross-legged on the rug, surrounded by the glow of the record player and soft shadows dancing on the walls. You had his hoodie on now — oversized and worn-in, the drawstrings frayed from him chewing on them during mixing sessions

A Miles Davis vinyl spun slowly, old jazz humming through the room like it had nowhere else to be. Neither did you.

“Your Hyung called me again today,” you said, tearing a piece of dried mango and popping it in your mouth.

“Which one?”

You tilted your head. “The one who still thinks we’re weird for being… whatever this is.”

G-Dragon hummed, leaning back on his palms. “A 6-year gap isn’t weird when you’re thirty and twenty-four. They just remember you as a rookie. Makes them twitchy.”

“They remember me as seventeen,” you muttered, then added quickly, “Even though I’m not anymore.”

He looked at you, gaze softer now, like he was reading something between your words.

“You’re not,” he agreed. “You haven’t been that version of you in a long time.”

You picked at your cuticle. “Still feels like I’m always being compared to that girl. Even by myself.”

GD sat up and gently grabbed your wrist, brushing his thumb over your hand.

“They only remember her because she was loud, hungry, and scared of nothing. That’s not something to run from.”

You looked up at him — that quiet confidence in his eyes, the years in them, the comfort he always exuded. He wasn’t perfect. He could be blunt. Moody. But with you, he was careful. Not fragile careful. Careful like he respected the weight of what you carried, too.

“You always do that,” you said.

“Do what?”

“Say something that makes me stop spiraling. Like it’s easy.”

He grinned, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “It’s not easy. You’re just that important to me.”

The air shifted. Not heavy, just charged — like static before a thunderstorm or silence before an encore.

Later, you were curled up against him on the couch, the world outside silent and the blanket draped over both of you. You scrolled through his old photos on his iPad — he didn’t mind. Half of them had you in them anyway.

“This one,” you said, holding it up. “2019. I was still in my second group. You wore that ugly green hat for the whole damn week.”

“It was iconic,” he defended.

“It was hideous.”

He smiled, fingers tracing your arm absentmindedly. “You were always watching back then. Even when you pretended you weren’t.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Watching what?”

“Me.”

You scoffed, but your ears flushed. “Whatever, old man.”

“Old enough to remember you mouthing my verses backstage when you thought I couldn’t see.”

You slapped his arm, laughing. “Why are you like this?”

He caught your hand, laced his fingers with yours.

“Because I get to be,” he said softly. “With you.”

The clock ticked past midnight. The records had stopped spinning. But you stayed.

You always did.

And maybe that’s what made this feel so different from everything else — not the music, not the house, not even the years between you.

It was that no matter how much time passed, or how different your worlds sometimes felt, he never made you feel smaller for being younger, newer, still learning.

He just saw you.

And in a world that constantly tried to tell you who you were — that meant everything.

[nativegirltapes]

angel!reader dressing up as Lola Bunny for Halloween bc it’s drews cartoon crush!!! hehe she gets her shit plowed so good!!

pairing 𐙚 drew x angel!reader (younger!reader)

warnings 𐙚 sex. i kind of hate this but hopefully u will like it <3 drew calls reader bunny during sex oops 🧁

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you told drew he wasn’t allowed to know what your costume was until you personally showed him. you and him had a halloween party with his friends coming up soon so you figured now was the perfect time; a few days before the party.

“okay coming out.” you shouted from drew’s bathroom. you had nervous butterflies in your stomach, you wanted to impress drew, and even if you weren’t dressed as his cartoon crush; lola bunny, he still would have thought you looked perfect. a ketchup bottle costume would make him happy.

“let’s see it baby.” drew uncovered his eyes, which you told him he could do when you said you were ready. "you did some research huh?" drew giggled, getting up from his seat on the bed, admiring you as you spun around for him. of course taking good long peek at your ass, it looked so good in those white booty shorts you chose.

drew thought it was funny but also adorable how you’d managed to find out who his cartoon crush was, although it wasn’t hard to find. the amount of interviews you watched with drew was quite embarrassing and definitely one thing you’d never admit aloud to him.

"do you like it?" you batted your eyelashes while looking up at him. "do i like it?" drew pulled you closer to him. "i love it baby." he placed a gentle kiss on your lips. which turned into more than just a kiss, very quickly.

before you knew it drew was drilling into you from behind, telling you how nasty you were. that was, politely of course.

“you’re so nasty. you know?” drew’s grip on your hips tightened as you felt him hit deeper and harder inside of you. “i love it.”

“fuck, drew.” you mewled out. if you knew how turned on drew would get from a lola bunny costume you could have worn it ages ago.

“you look so pretty while getting fucked from behind.” drew huffed out, he was out of breath, which meant he was gonna cum soon. “even with that stupid bunny costume.”

“stupid?” you turned your head back to look at him, fully ready to start an argument while drew was literally pounding into you.

“you know what i meant bunny.”

[rawme-price]

Ghost who gets after 141!reader alot for being reckless. Mostly just light scolding, but it gets on your nerves sometimes, right?

So one day after ghost is sitting with you in medical, watching as a cast is applied to ur arm, hes going on about safety. U just roll your eyes and respond with "uh huh, I get it. What are you trying to do, be my dad?"

The sudden hitch of breath from ghost catches ur attention and you turn just in time to see the blush peeking high on his cheeks from the balaclava.

"Oh my god." A grin splits your face.

"Shut up." Ghost looks away, but youve found a bone and ur biting it.

"Seriously? Thats it? Thats why youve been hovering over me for weeks?" You lean closer to ghosts space and he leans back "youve got a crush on me? Wanna be my daddy-"

Ghost slaps a hand on your mouth, knowing gaz is always listening for blackmail. "That'll do!"

[chrisbesitos]

when younger!reader met chris, she thought he wouldn't like her, but when in reality he was looking at her like this

[donatellawritings]

if you’re taking requests still .. what about latina!reader meeting older!rafes daughter and becoming friends with her and also fucking rafe behind her back 🫢

to put things quite simply: rafe cameron was relieved that his incessantly introverted daughter had finally made a friend. sure, it took her a little longer than expected, she’d remained to herself throughout the entirety of her early school years, but now she was nineteen years old, a freshman in college — and she’d finally made her first official friend. what struck rafe the most about his little girl’s new friend was how different you were from her, you actually put effort into your appearance — immaculately shiny and well kept hair, perfectly applied makeup that accentuated your already tantalizing features, and clothes that showed just enough of you that left rafe wanting more … much to his utter embarrassment and dismay. and god, he loved the way his name rolled off our your latin tongue.

he wasn’t exactly sure when his feelings for you developed, all he knew was it had about a year, since he kissed you for the first time. and now, he had you bent over the desk in his office, his thick cock ramming into your tight and warm wetness, while his wedding ring-clad finger, deliciously massaged your clit. he loved the way you smiled with gritted teeth as you took his entire length like the pillow princess you were. and, all it took was him cumming deep inside of you to realize that he had to keep you around, at all costs. his perked up ears didn’t miss the way you giggled, all cock-drunk at the ‘pop’ when his fat length slid out of your inviting pussy.

taking a moment to steady his breathing, rafe grinned like an idiot, pressing a kiss to your spine, as he softly patted the plush skin of your ass, earning a cute whine from you, “jesus christ, y’did so fuckin’ good, pretty girl,” rafe praised, his eyes hung low as you crouched down, spreading you soft ass cheeks, maintaining his smile at the sight of his cum slowly oozing out of your glistening hole. pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your butt-cheek, rafe stood up, watching as you straightened yourself up with slightly wobbly legs, “i want you to stay the night,” he spoke decidedly, licking over his lips as you spun on your heels, leaning back against his desk.

sinking your top teeth into the fat of your bottom lip, you stretched your swollen lips into a nodding smile, before you shrugged, “and i want you to leave your wife, papi,” you retorted, pulling your lips into a needy pout as rafe sighed, watching as you picked up the photo of rafe, his wife, and daughter that laid peacefully on the corner of his desk, “i guess we have to wait to get what we want, huh?” you forced a smile, placing the picture frame back into its rightful position on the desk, before swallowing thickly.

you cared deeply about rafe’s daughter, you saw how timid she was, how lonely she’d been prior to meeting you, and sure, it was pretty messed up that you’d been fucking her father and having a secret relationship, but you couldn’t control who your heart wanted — it just so happened to be the father of your best friend.

rafe wasn’t happy with his wife, he’d just so happened to become comfortable with their repetitive routine, and the the age gap between you two always rung in the back of his mind. he loved those secret rendezvous with you, whether he took you for a shopping day on the mainland, or managed to steal you away for a long weekend on some random resort, rafe loved when it was you two, away from the harsh reality that was his marriage and you being his daughter’s best friend.

“y’know it’s not that easy, baby — i can’t just fuckin’ get divorced because you want me to, she’s my daughter’s mother,” rafe spoke sternly, now standing directly in front of you, nudging your chin with the side of his index finger as you refused to look at him. with a sigh, rafe place his hands on either side of you, glancing up at you through hooded eyes, “c’mon, don’t be mad at me, princess, y’know i can’t take it,” he pouted playfully, his heart swelling just a bit as you struggled to bite back a smile, before your doe eyes fell on his. with a roll of your eyes, you sighed defeatedly.

deciding to table the conversation, for now, you pushed yourself up to sit on the desk, “i’m sticky, we should take a shower,” you hummed, pulling rafe in closer to you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. pressing a kiss to his neck, you playfully caught his chain between your teeth with a small laugh, “you’re sweaty,” you commented, pulling away as rafe captured your puffy lips into a warm kiss. letting out a soft moan, you wrapped your arms around rafe’s neck as you smiled into the kiss.

sealing the kiss with a peck to your lips, rafe chuckled breathily as he pulled away, a smirk on his face as you wiped his shiny lips with your thumb, “a’ight, let’s go shower, yeah? can’t have my pretty girl walking around all dirty,” he huffed, sliding an arm under the curve of your ass, lifting you onto his waist. with a knowing laugh, rafe smiled as his shirt became sticky from the cum that dripped out of your sensitive pussy, “y’fuckin’ leaking, mama,” he teased further, earning an embarrassed whine from you as you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

pulling your head to face rafe, you couldn’t help but blush as he quickly stole a kiss from your parted lips, just as you were about to speak, “you’re the worst,” you spoke, causing rafe to hum dismissively as he walked backwards into the awaiting bathroom. the two of you completely oblivious to the sound of his wife’s car as it pulled into the driveway.

[littlelamy]

how i picture drew x younger!reader

younger!reader embodies the quintessential "it girl" lifestyle—rubbing shoulders with the hottest celebrities, attending the most exclusive parties, and living in the lap of luxury as an heiress. with a father renowned in real estate and construction and a stunning model mother, she’s the epitome of beauty and sophistication—a modern-day paris hilton 2.0. and as much as she is well-known she still keeps her personal life very private.

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after meeting, mr. drew starkey at a obx premiere the rest was history. something about her spoiled but innocent nature is what initially drew (lol) him to her. but the lasting impression made him wonder: was it her smile? her giggles? her voice? what truly attracted him to her? why does he feel so jealous when other guys are close to her?

[chlmtsdoll]

hi hi ly and ur stuff was wondering if you can do like a little wedding like yk those pics of mike at that wedding with his older art haircut, maybe them at a friends wedding idkk ly <3

Omg ily yesss this is cute <3 I was just rewatching Breakfast at Tiffany’s anddd watching the new season of Emily in Paris so I felt inspired to do something classy and romantic 🤍 this is perfecttt

FRANCE WITH ART

౨ৎ 18 + | age gap, older/sugar daddy!Art, younger/sugar baby!reader, needy art, petite!reader, a little angst, fluff !

“Isn’t she just a beauty?” you sighed out dreamily as you directed your camera to the dazzling city beyond you, panning to the Eiffel Tower that was looking just poised as ever sitting beyond the sunrise. No drowsiness or jet lag was going to keep you from taking in every second you could of the beauty and scenery as long as you were waking up in Paris, France.

You’d been up bright and early but snug in your robe. Hidden away in your suite at the Ritz. The penthouse-like hotel room was Arts sweet gesture to go all out for your comfortability as you were accompanying him on this get away for one of his long time tennis co-workers colossal wedding. Being in this city has always been like a dream to you. Especially now that you got to explore it with the man you were no stranger to showing how much you adored. And he had you glued to him as often as possible too.

You and Art had arrived a few days earlier just to see all the wonders and sight out all the romance spiraling around every fountain and podium. Art planned out everything. Taking you to all sorts of historical eloquent museums, the most upscale restaurants with jazzy night life surrounding the two of you, catching the tower sparkle at midnight. You walked Pont Alexandre hand in hand with the strawberry-blonde and kissed above the waters of Puente Marie.

You didn’t know if it had been the aroma of the city, or Arts way of brainwashing you into staying in his world of poshness and high class wonders forever, but it was like something straight out of a movie. He truly made you feel like the princess of all romance and desire — You even got to be sweetness to his arm when he brought you to a few tennis matches the capital held. With he glamour of vip seats and rosé meeting your lips as Art clutched your thigh in a way that said mine as he peered the tournament.

It was something about everyone knowing who he was and wanting him right then. The paps, starstruck fans, his wealthy tennis friends, all wanting the attention of the enamored man — his smile with dimples showing contrast to his gorgeous features as he signed autographs and took photos with girls and even women much older than you. He was truly a magnet with an essence of adoration for his life post his ex wife and more wealth than ever, pilling on to his retirement. He didn’t have a worry in the world but his ever lasting fame and all the while you, his young, beautiful and spoiled beat, girlfriend that got to look too pretty and absolutely pampered by his side at all times. You just couldn’t wait till after the tournaments, when Art would be buried snug in your sweet tight cunt before you had even rushed to get your shoes off and the door locked properly. The way the pending man kissed every inch of your body, merging his own with you. Pulling your hair in wistful ways, rough in his knuckles but with the upmost love and care as he sweet talked you through his own pent up fixation of you. Heavy thrusts to your soft little body — and when you’d scream his name out at way too late (or early) you knew that he was going to shower you in jewels the next day.

He loved it. And he knew you absolutely loved it.

Your wildness only he could contain kept him feeling young, and he would do absolutely any and everything for that feeling of your girlish youthful smile to never stop making his heart swell.

“I woke up earlier than usual today. The wedding is at noon, so I just ordered room service and had the loveliest breakfast.. Art went out a bit before I got up and he should be back soon I’m sure. I should get ready, but god. I could just live in this suite to be honest.” Your giggle was breezy as you talked to your phone. You loved recording vlogs of all the beautiful places you got to see — and well, you could quite tell people enjoyed seeing what the girlfriend of a international tennis superstar was up on the daily. So that’s exactly what you gave them.

Your expensive and perfect little life.

You had been perched out on the balcony with your hand fluffed cappuccino as you gazed out at the filled streets and soft echo of jazz from down the way when you heard the muffled noise of your suite door being unlatched “Princess?” Art muttered softly as he noticed you weren’t still tucked away in bed. A grin took upon the man’s lips before he called out a little louder. “Where’s my girl?”

When you heard his voice, your smile had gone from dazed to stir in a quick shift as you got on your feet to exit from the window out look to find the tall man standing by the door with hands full of upscale shopping bags. There was no time for him store them before you were wrapping your own much shorter body around his torso. Art chuckled delightfully as he moved to embrace you back in his warmth.

“Mmm, where have you been? I missed you.” Your eyes met his gleaming ones, looking up that the man while he now cupped your cheek. His eyes half perched with colors of brown in his blue, your lips were already inching to lay a solid kiss on his fond simple staring back into your orbs with all adoration— so Art picked you up and kissed you just as sweetly before setting you down again.

“Well.. I supposed you’d still been asleep by the time I got back — I went for a little shopping stroll. Got some pretty things for you baby.. go sit.” the blonde bent to kiss at your neck with a sly smirk as he inched for one of the satin handled bags and your face lit up all over again.

You noticed one bag, a specially tinted turquoise blue and you almost lost all composure right then as Art brought it to you. He opened up a delicate box from Tiffany & Co. and your eyes fell dream like immediately. In his hands were the sparkling silver jewels you’d had your eye on for a good while now, you sunk your teeth into your lips as Art watched your pupils dialing with a grin of his own.

“I don’t care if it’s a wedding that’s not yours. I want you to be decked out tonight, baby. I want everyone to know how opulent you are, and that you belong to me.” Art smirked as he took your wrists in his palms to lock to bracelet around your skin that had a royal ‘A’ initial engraved in it. No matter how much Art gave and gave to you, you were always left speechless by his thoughtful expressions of love for you.

“Oh my.. Art, it’s beautiful- - and it reminds me that your mine,” you gleamed. “I love it.”

Your soft sigh of pleasure was light as your cheeks began to ache with your beaming smile. But the gentleman didn’t just stop there. He still was picking up more bags that followed and you noticed the Chanel logo immediately by the tag of course.

“That’s not all.” He tittered before slipping a gorgeously designed box from the bag, even larger, your jaw became quite loose as the case landed in your palms. You felt like a kid getting exposed to an entire candy store and Art watched you rummage, still with grace, through the box itself — elegantly wrapped in light paper as you breathed out excitedly till your finger tips graced over the soft pink flap beneath. You couldn’t stop your squeal from echoing across the room.

“Oh my god.. baby!” You were gagging on gasps as you pulled out the bag and your eyes ran over the gold chain along with your hands. Art chuckled as you squealed in pleasure and it affirmed that he certainly picked the right choice.

“We have a day left and I just couldn’t go back to the states without you getting one — and you already have the black and white so you needed just the perfect pink one, right sweetheart?” Art sat beside you on the king sized bed with a fond smile on his lips as he observed you. His dimples showcased perfectly and you couldn’t help but pout in admiration of the man beside you. You set the bag to lounge a hug on Art that made him laugh, grasping your soft robe to pull you into his lap with ease. Your arms were tight around him, but lips go in for a smooch that had Art leaning into your touch quick. His eyes slowly fell closed in bliss just at the sweetness that you were. Proud he got to spoil you time and time again — but the best part being as you never took a second of it for what it could be. Him just being a typical man, taking up a fathering role in your life to buy you pretty thinks all so you’d end up on your knees for him. No. He genuinely wanted to lift you up. And you just loved and adored him, and that’s what he always strived for in the long run.

“How did I ever get so lucky ?” Your voice laced with sweetness and sympathetic tones as you look up at Art with your fawning doe eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you.” You hid your smile under your bitten lip as your soft thumb graced over the man’s peachy ones and he just stared into you with all desire of your being.

“Course.” He rubbed the tip of his nose against your exposed neck in admiration before leaving a kiss there.

“Anything for you, love.”

You couldn’t have been more giddy as you finally made yourself get up from the alluring man’s lap, hand still in contact with his cheek.

“Now, I must show the vlog everything you got for me.” You implored with assertion, but nothing could drive away from your girlish giggle that escaped as you skipped for your phone to which Art leaned out of your way for you to grab with a soft chuckle. “Okay, you guys aren’t going to believe me when I show you what Art got me…” your stammering blush matched your excited high pitched tone, and Art had a wide and easy grin on his face — he loved watching your small figure pride around so bubbly just to talk to your phone. You really hadn’t had much else to do in your free time. There was no need to have your own career, certainly no grocery list, or even a worry for your future when at the forefront Art paid for literally every last necessity or just pure want that you needed.

All you were expected to do was be his pretty little thing — traveling around the world and occupying yourself only when he had been busy with tennis, so you had your vlogs. And you were more than happy with that as long as you got him.

Soon enough you were standing in the golden embroidered mirror of the deluxe French country styled bathroom, touching up your lipstick and hair. Your dress a soft silky pink to bring out your cherry colored lips. You tried your best truly not to move much to ruin the flow of your pin curls. You felt the most pretty and expressive you might ever had right now — and when Art Apr approached the door way of the room, he had to hold his breath for a moment just at the single sight of you. Unable to utter a word. He just viewed as he leaned there tall whist his button up just slightly undone, his chest being seen enough to make you peek at the blonde with a soft grin at his icy blues glancing over your own figure.

“What?” You titter softly as you acknowledge the man who now crossed his arms as his lips curved to show his nearly sparkling teeth,

“Nothing, you just look absolutely gorgeous is all.. I don’t know how you expect me to keep my composure all night in that, but it’s a special day, so I’ll allow it.” Art chuckled and you sighed into the marble counter top as you shook your head affectionately.

“Well, this is your work Mr. Donaldson. Everything I have on you got me.” You noted as you gave him a three-sixty of your heavenly body to which the man pulled his lip between his teeth not so subtlety.

“Mmm, your being mean.” Art groaned playfully as he leaned off the wall to grab your waist and pull you into him. Your face immediately got hot as you were pushed into his aroma, YSL cologne that you found all too sexy eluding off of him. “Your gonna be so adored tonight baby, maybe just as much as the bride herself.” The blonde inched into your ear with a rasps as he grasped your limbs in his hands gently and pressed you into his chest with flow. You nearly let his teasing pull you in — but you couldn’t fight the uproar of sudden thoughts in the back of your mind,

“I’m a little nervous for tonight.” You chuckled lightly. And Art kept his eyes beyond yours, with a slight furrow of his brow.

“How come ?”

“Well… I know a lot of your tennis friends are much older. With much older girlfriends.. and wives..” Your fingers went to toy coyly with Arts collar, and you glanced down while he already had been shaking his head as he noted your words. “They might- judge me. Because I’m much younger,”

“No. No, baby.. I know it’s a little different for you, versus me. You’ll always get the short end of the stick. I know.. but I promise no one’s gonna make you feel inadequate. At least not by me. And if you do get a look or two, fuck them. We’re in France. It’s a French wedding. We’re pretty on theme anyways.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his wit, he always knew how to get you out of any overthinking so quickly with his pure charm and sharp-wittedness. Your reaction made Art smile down at you as his eyes followed your pretty face.

“You’re right. Besides, they’ll all be looking at you anyways.”

“What ? Please,” Art groaned before he chuckled and raised your arm so he could spin you. “You’re breathtaking. You’re impossible to go unnoticed and you know it, sweets.” You giggled out as he spun back around to him and held you close with his admirable wealthy laugh filling the air.

“But.. really, you’re the expert, do you think I look okay? I think they cut my hair too short this season…” Art peered down at you blinking up at him through your lashes and you shook your head.

“No. It’s perfect, at least to me most importantly. You look so handsome.” You ran your fingers through the man’s shorter golden locks and he couldn’t help but feel a heat rising to his own at the way you observed him. Fingers fixing every last strand or detail on him, to then grazing his jawline. “Perfect, as always.” You grin.

Arts blue orbs hadn’t been able to pull away from the beauty that was you below him, you just looked absolutely otherworldly in that dress, all dolled up. He liked to tell himself it was all for him — if it weren’t for the wedding fever going around he’d certainly blame something in the air just noting him to lock you down quick. “God, you look so fucking good in that dress..” Art groaned with a huff before lifting you off your feet and meeting you with a kiss. You couldn’t help but half moan and half sigh into it after your soft gasp as the man swept you off your feet. His lips adorned yours, and you were so pushed by the way his hands leveraged your weight effortlessly to collide with him.

Smiling slyly between kisses you mutter “we only have an half an hour before the caravan picks us up, Art…”

he could of taken your breath away but you managed to get the words across even through Arts hungry kisses. (You’d have to touch up your lipstick, again. If not the rest of your attire soon after he’s been done with you.)

“Yeah ? I can work with that.” The tall blonde grinned as he carried you out into the bedroom and your giggled trailed not too far along behind you.

[baguettesandbows]

screams the aesthetic of Pedro with a younger!feminine reader

[forevermakhachev]

VIDEO GAMES

SUMMARY ꪆৎ After a bad fight with her family reader seeks peace in the best place she knows.

PAIRING ꪆৎ Alex Pereira x Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS ꪆৎ Toxic Family Dynamic, Reader still lives with parents, Reader is written to be younger than Alex, Reader's dad is evil asf

A/N ꪆৎ This is so ass it's insane also felt weird if they fuck cuz she's very emotional so yea

Your relationship with your family was never peaceful, but tonight was different. You had just gotten home from your shift at your new reception job.

Your dad had forgotten to pick you up from work, leaving you to walk home alone in the cruel winter, feet hurting from the long walk. You had made it home as fast as you could to make dinner for everyone.

As you sat across from your family, conversation traveled around the table about bills, food, travel, and work.

“So, what exactly are you doing nowadays”, Your father's eyes meet yours as he wipes his food, his look sending anxiety through your body,

“Nothing big, just some receptionist work at the gym on 87th” You squirmed in your seat hoping the conversation would end there, but of course it didn’t. “Isn’t that the one Pereira trains at” Your sister commented, condescension dripping off her voice.

Your father never took help easily even when he needed it the most, when you got your job your father was furious berating you for your attempt at “emasculating” him he only accepted the news after hearing your faux explanation of needing the money for extra maintenance and you know that the idea that Alex had helped you get the job would get him fuming so you kept it between Alex and yourself.

You watched as the look in your father's eyes changed in a flash from curious to enraged “You asked Pereira for a damn job” Your father seethed with anger making you wish the topic never came up better yet that you never walked home

“He said it wasn’t a big deal” You coward, your back falling like a weakened puppy, eyes already battling tears, hoping for some type of understanding,

“I don’t give a damn, you have no fucking principle,” the last part said like a confession, under his breath and harsh. “Do you know what people will think of me, hm that my daughter's a slut,” The sentence was the final stab to your ego.

Not being able to take anymore, you hurried to your room, wanting to burst into a puddle of your tears. You felt small and inhuman, and you knew the only person you wanted to see when you felt like this.

The window above your door creaked as you slipped through, leaving it cracked so you could get back in the dress you’d just put on, left your knees cold, too exposed to the wind, but you knew you’d find warmth soon.

As you walked to the older man's house you pulled out your phone to text him how close, you are to his place, You swear you can hear his text as you read it “Depressa, está escuro” The words glowing on your screen lighting your face as you walk up to his door.

You’d never seen him so raw, he was drenched looking fresh out of the shower. All he had on were black sweatpants. You traced his tattoos with your eyes, “You should’ve called, coulda come’n got you”. His lecture worsened your emotional state, yet another person was disappointed in your action.

The tears you held back earlier came racing down, burning your face with heat as you wept in front of the Brazilian. He quickly pulled you into his chest as he closed his front door behind you.

“It’s okay doll, I just don’t like you out so late”, His voice was deep. You could feel it move from the bottom of his warm chest.

As he tilted your head up to look you in your eyes and wipe your big tears. You felt a hole form in your stomach. His eyes were dark, but to you, they felt like home somewhere you could stare at for years if he gave you the chance.

Before you could stop yourself, you let your lips meet his, a mix of strawberry lip gloss and mint toothpaste as your tongues danced around each other's mouths. He pulled himself back, his forehead immediately finding calm against yours.

“Not tonight, m’kay just not now” His voice is hoarse. If anyone else had said these words to you, you’d feel embarrassed or rejected, but you know that with Alex, you were everything but unwanted.

[nativegirltapes]

https://www.tumblr.com/42angelgirl/759618404922621952/i-feel-like-angel-and-drew-would-get-in-like-a

write this as a one shot pls

warnings / notes ; angst 🤔 + drew being kinda mean :( based on this post !!! i kinda just jump right in lol sorry

࿔*:･ 🎀 ღﾟ

"when will you realize i'm trying y/n?" drew scoffed, throwing his arm in the air. "i'm fucking trying here."

he didn't even have to explain himself and you already knew what he was talking about. and he was right. so for once you couldn't argue back, you just looked at him, hoping that this conversation wouldn’t hurt too bad.

"i love you." drew sighed. "do you love me?" he rubbed the back of his buzzed head. "tell me. do you love me?" he asked again, but this time more demanding.

of course you loved him, why couldn't he see that you'd love him no matter what? with a stupid ring or not.

"yes." you stared at him with glossy eyes. a singular tear falling down your face.

"do you?" drew paused, hoping that you'd elaborate a little more. "it doesn't feel like it." drew nervously chuckled. "i'm crazy about you. like fucking crazy about you. and you're making me feel stupid for wanting to marry you." drew furrowed his eyebrows. "is it really that stupid of an idea? that i want to marry the girl who i'm fucking crazy about?"

"no." was all you could say, for once you couldn't bring yourself to say anything else. you had so much you wanted to say, but none of it would have made sense.

"then why are you making me feel that way?”

“i don’t mean to,” you said softly, so soft it was barely audible.

“i know,” drew loosened up his tone a bit, feeling bad for making you cry. but to be honest, he should’ve been the one crying. “i know you don’t mean to but,” drew heisted. “but i need to know if i’m wasting my time.”

there was no other way to describe what he said other than your heart literally shattering. wasting his time? he couldn’t have meant that.

“i’m sorry,” tears were falling down your face faster and faster. why would he say that to you?

“you don’t have to apologize.” drew came closer to you, embracing you in a hug. it didn’t feel genuine though, it felt like a pity hug. “we can talk more about this tomorrow, kay?”

“okay.” you pulled away from the hug, looking up at drew with your red puffy eyes.

wasting his time?