#Her smile is so precious💕💕💕💕

[davinawritings]

Rich Monster husband that loves to spoil his little human wife.

He handles everything money-wise, so you never have to think about it. He spoils you with a mansion and unlimited shopping trips. He hires a private chef and housekeeping team, so you never have to lift a finger.

He schedules you for a nail salon appointment and a spa day every two weeks. He loves how happy you look when you return from being properly pampered. He just finds you so precious and cute that he wants to give you everything your heart desires.

One day, you come home from your nail appointment and find him working in his study. Your monster doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his lap, smiling at the joy radiating from you. You are always excited to show him what color you picked for your nails, and today is no different.

You proudly show off your glossy manicure, saying, “Look, Daddy. I picked a color so we would match!”.

He keeps his smile on his face despite the confusion. He merely raises a brow and asks, “How are we matching little one? Last I checked, my nails aren’t painted.”

You let out a small giggle at his response, reaching between your legs to undo his pants and pull his already half-hard cock out. You stroke him firmly, causing him to groan, his large hands digging into the flesh of your hips.

“See, Daddy. We do match!” you say, pausing your hand at the top of his shaft. His eyes drop to his needy cock at your words.

He releases a deep growl as he realizes that his perfect little wife matched her nails to the exact color of his cock, specifically his flushed tip. You let out a small yelp as he stands, carrying you down the hall to the main bedroom.

Within seconds, he has you naked with your thighs thrown over his shoulders. He eats you out until you have tears streaming down your face from the overstimulation. One orgasm ends as the next begins. He doesn’t let up until he decides that he has had his fill of your dripping cunt.

Your legs are still shaking as he finally pulls away, lifting you and placing you farther up on the bed, the plush pillows cradling your head, and he hovers above you.

“Such a perfect little wife. Always so good for me, wanting to match her nails to my cock. Just the sweetest fucking wife to ever exist”, he says while leaving wet kisses all over your face.

You sigh happily at the praise, loving his affection. His words and large body making you feel safe and loved.

You cling to him as he lines his leaking tip up with your entrance. Your freshly done nails are digging into his muscles. You let out a low whine as he says, “You aren’t leaving this bed today, baby. I’m going to keep you on my cock all fucking day. I need my baby to know just how loved and appreciated she is. Keep your perfect cunt stretched and filled, just the way you like it”.

You smile at his words, knowing there is no place you would rather be than on his cock for the rest of the day.

❤️💕🖤🖤💕❤️

[worstgenerationloser]

Could you please do ace, shanks and benn defending their f s/o from a misogynistic man? I had to face one at work and he gave me the absolute ICK

,, Rushing to your aid! ''

Ace, Shanks, and Beckman x F! Reader.

Summary... how would your boyfriend defend you from a misogynistic man?

Contains... misogyny, mentions of harassment, depictions of bloody violence, and some slight fluff!

A/N: IM SORRY YOU HAD TO DEAL WITH THAT ANON💕 I hope since you sent in this ask the men have left you alone! If not I'll ward them away myself!! 🤺🤺

Portgas D. Ace

Ace doesn't register it completely, so at first he's confused on why this man is talking to you as if you were a baby (mostly because he's a dumbass)

Now, even if he wasn't aware the man was being misogynistic at first, he's still rushing towards you because there's literally a weird man talking to you the way you would to a little kid, and you definitely looked angry enough to tear off his head.

"Woah, what's happening here?" Instinctively and natural as breathing, his arm slips around your shoulders and his fingers move to gently graze your arm in an attempt to console you.

He doesn't like showing his temper much, but when people precious to him are involved, his angry heart bursts into flames. When the man speaks, his jaw drops out of pure disbelief. According to him, he was mansplaining how pirates operate to you. Which is weird, because Ace knows that you're definitely well versed in pirates... Considering you're his girlfriend.

He wanted to diffuse the situation, but it seems like this random needed a reality check.

"Hm... Good to know, but I'm sure it's irrelevant to her." His smile is wide and joyous, but the ominous shadow looming over his face is anything but.

"But she's clueless!", the man rambles on and bumbles about like a headless chicken, before he turns back to get one good look at Ace. Then it clicks in his pea-sized brain that maybe you know a bit more about pirates than him.

Ace looks a little scary when he's mad, you discover . But mostly cute.

"My girlfriend doesn't need to explain her knowledge to some random asshole who couldn't make a lasting impact on her life if he tried, you're way below her, buddy."

With gritted teeth, Ace tries to not light fire to the whole town, but only you seem to notice his body is literally smoking hot.

According to Ace, the guy ran a little too slow, and that's how he ended up naked covered in burn marks! The marines didn't believe him, though, and you two were left to flee.

"Can you believe the balls on that guy? It's not like you're unknown, either. Portgas D. Ace's kickass girlfriend! It's got a nice ring to it, eh?"

He nudges you a little too hard and sends you flying into a bush, but you appreciate the cute moments with him no matter how brief.

Red-Haired Shanks

Shanks learned many things during his time in the Roger Pirates, but one thing really stuck with him throughout the years. He can tolerate being spat on and kicked around, if his crew sees it as a threat then he's not gonna stop them from doing whatever it is they're planning, but he's not gonna ask them to go out of their way to deal with it.

But when someone disrespects his crew, and especially you?

Oh, he's pissed.

You think he doesn't realize at first, but he's keeping a very close eye on you two. He tries to keep his ass planted firmly into his chair per Beckman's request. Beckman is the mature one, and he's almost never wrong in the astute observations he makes. Despite this, Shanks has no self control and he's lobbing himself towards the bar where you sit.

Beckman shakes his head disapprovingly at his captain, because unlike him, Beck knows you can handle yourself.

The man in question harassing you seems to be a small time criminal with a bounty of 50,000... That doesn't deter Shanks, it might have egged him on even more because who does he think he is harassing you?

By the time Shanks has made his way to you, your harasser seems to have taken it upon himself to demean you for your appearance, pulling out all the classics like "bitch" "whore" , and "slut" to name a few. Shanks, of course, finds absolutely no amusement in this. I'm sure you can guess what happened next.

Your harasser tries to argue and degrade you a little more when Shanks steps up, not realizing how silent the bar has suddenly become. He didn't even realize the hundreds of eyes disappearing from him, not wanting to watch things unfold.

"You're drunk, I'll give you that one." Shanks barks out a laugh like he finds it funny, but up close you can see that gleam in his eyes.

Well... it's not like you could stop him anyways.

But you really wish he left the bar standing, at least. It certainly isn't doing good for his reputation as an emperor of the seas.

When Beckman scolds him as if he were a child on deck, he laughs like he'll forget about it in a day or two. But everyone knows Shanks will be doing it all over again in a heartbeat. He holds you extra close that night, trying to make sure your heart isn't tainted by the venomous words spat.

"I don't want anybody, big name or small, disrespecting people I hold dear to me."

His words are sweet while he whispers to you in bed... he's an odd man, but he's yours.

Benn Beckman

Two words. Broken. Bones.

Beckman does not play around with his girl, at all. He'll bash in heads day and night if someone even looks at you the wrong way, but he restrains himself because he's not a jealous young man anymore, so he likes to think.

Regarding everything else, he's cool as a cucumber, he prefers to let things wash over by themselves and only offers advice if he senses things will go astray. (as previously mentioned)

You're his girl, and a damn beautiful one, so he isn't surprised when some people try and scope you out, the same happens to him with many women, so why be so hypocritical about it? His heart is locked inside of yours for the rest of his life whether you want him or not, so he knows you won't run off with another no matter how much Shanks jokes about it.

If they're a little persistent, he might walk up to you and give you a few kisses so they get the message. But this man was definitely not "a little persistent."

Beck doesn't have a second to think of what he should do when he hears the utterances of vile comments slip from this man's mouth after you turned him down, because he's already right next to you quicker than his own head can wrap around. He's big, tall and scary, enough so to make someone shake with just a look.

"A grown man like yourself should know that ain't no way to talk to a lady." His voice is low, and he's talking nice and slow for your harassers ears only.

Beck heard it all, him hitting on you in an unceremonious way, all the way to demeaning you when you rejected him, spouting the same chewed up rhetoric that is "women are only good for bearing children" and whatnot. He can't let that pass no matter how capable you may be of handling it yourself.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" The man's words were proven to be a bad move before his lips could rest against eachother.

Following that, there was quite a sight. Somehow Beckman managed to twist the poor guy into some kind of abstract form of art, all bloody and fucked up with no more teeth left.

And of course he ushered you away after wiping his hands clean enough for you, because he's a gentleman, he didn't do it for himself, it was for you!

"M'sorry you had to see that, sugar." His whispers fill your head while he has you resting your head on his chest hours later, a few giggles coming from outside your bedroom door. Guess who?

"You know I won't let nobody disrespect you like that. You aren't mad, are you baby?" Beckman is a real sweet talker, so it's not like you could be even if you tried.

Plus, he looks super hot fighting.

END.

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[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Hello love!! How are you doing? 💕

I LOVE your works so much!! You are so amazing and talented!! I wanted to thank you for writing the 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 cursed technique Nanami fic, and especially not judging me for it 🫶🏽. I don’t know you but you seem like such a nice and cool person, with that being said… I was thinking about a fic I saw where Saturo Gojo got his wisdom teeth removed and he falls in love with you over again and I thought that would ADORABLE but with Kento 😭 (also I can’t remember who wrote the fic to give credit sorry) So like yeah Nanami would get his wisdom teeth removed and you’d take care of him and he would be such a charming man (he already is) but like just the most fluff thing he’d be like “you’re a very beautiful nurse” “I’m not a nurse but thank you” you feel me? Anyways that was it lol

Much love and take care!! 💗💗

(I don’t know what anon is 😅 is it like your followers cause I see request and people ask if they can be added as anon and I’m like so confused)

You’re my…. my wife?

Tags: Nanami x fem!Reader, established relationship, crack, fluff, suggestive at the end.

An: Hey Anon! Tysm for requesting again. I’m glad you liked the freaky energy fic!! Also, ofc I’ll never judge you for any fic idea (as long as it’s not like straight up deplorable with nasty kinks).

I hope it’s okay, but I changed this fic idea a little because I fear it was a bit too close to the original creator’s idea, and I don’t want to encroach on their idea. However, I hope the vibes are still there that you wanted!!

Your normally strong, doting, intelligent husband has been reduced to a confused mess. Lying in the bed in the sterile infirmary, Shoko carefully monitors his vitals while Satoru recites exactly how it all happened for the nth time.

Your loving, sweet, charming husband was hit with a very specific cursed technique while he was out on a mission with Gojo. Luckily, he was physically unharmed and mostly mentally unharmed as well… except the cursed technique is one that messes with the memory.

The curse didn’t just want to kill Nanami; it wanted to break him. The curse robbed Nanami of his memory of his most precious moments: the one’s that included you.

His hazel eyes scanned the room, wondering why everyone was making such a big fuss over him. He was fine - really.

You sat beside his hospital bed, wanting to hold his hand, but you didn’t want to overwhelm him. Shoko said that his mind may be a bit fragile after having such a crucial part of his memory tampered with.

When his hazel eyes met yours, Nanami stared at you for a moment before shifting in his bed slightly. He looked to be uncomfortable with your sheer presence, which only broke your heart more.

“Were you hit with the cursed technique too?” He finally speaks, looking over at you with a bit of a confused look. He was really trying to piece together why you were here with him.

“Oh, um… no..” You quietly respond with a forced smile. Your heart longed for your husband, and he was right here but he wasn’t your husband.

“Forgive me… Are you Shoko’s apprentice..?” He tries once again to remember. He’s seen your face before. Maybe in a different lifetime.

Satoru and Shoko are silent as they both witness what’s going on between you and Nanami. Holding their breaths, they’re hopeful that he’ll regain his memory at some point. The curse couldn’t just extract memories. As Shoko explained it, the curse probably just kept the memories hidden from Nanami. Your husband will probably slowly start to remember you over time.

“No… I’m not Shoko’s apprentice.” You politely answer again. As bittersweet as this is, it’s certainly a cute scene to see Kento trying to make conversation with you.

“Hm.” He hums to himself quietly before he gazes at you again. His hand combs through his hair, trying to fix it up from lying in the hospital bed, and Satoru quietly snickers.

“Trying to look good for her, Nanamin?” He teases lightheartedly, earning a death glare from your husband. You softly giggle too, realizing what’s going on. Your poor husband isn’t uncomfortable with your presence. He’s nervous.

“Don’t be crude, Satoru. There’s a lady in the room.” He huffs, shaking his head at Satoru’s audacity.

“Aww, thank you, Nanami.” Shoko grins, subtly playing along with Satoru’s tactic.

“I wasn’t talking about you.” Nanami responds flatly before his eyes shift to you in another “secretive” glance, except everyone notices how he keeps looking at you. Your husband can’t keep his eyes off of you.

“I.. apologize for being a bit forward, but do you think we could…” His eyes flicker down to the wedding band that’s proudly sat upon your finger. His face subtly drops to a disappointed look. “Ah, I see. forget what I was saying.”

Shoko and Satoru are nearly losing it. The irony that Nanami is disappointed that he can’t ask you out because you’re married to him is hilarious. You give them a look, and they both quickly excuse themselves from the room, so they can go laugh together.

Once the two are finally out of the room, you smile softly before placing your hand over your husband’s, using your thumb to gently stroke the back of his hand. He looks at you with an unsure look, but he doesn’t remove his hand. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows harshly.

“If you were my wife, I wouldn’t like you touching another man like that…” He mutters quietly, causing you to softly giggle.

“Well, it’s a good thing I am your wife.” You finally reveal to him, unable to keep the secret any longer.

Nanami’s eyes widen, and he looks at you with sparkling eyes but also utter confusion written all over his face. His heart is racing in his chest. The heart monitor starts to beep at a more pressured pace. The pretty woman that has been sitting next to him is his wife…?

“You’re my… my wife?” He asks quietly.

“Mhm.” You hum in agreement before lacing your fingers with his. Your wedding band rubs against his. Both of the gems were cut from the same diamond. His eyes then focus on the joining of your hands, and he notices it too. “We’ve been married for a few years now.” You explain in a calm tone, trying to ease him into the idea of it all.

“I… I’m sorry… I don’t-“ Nanami is rarely off kilter like this, but he’s just trying to wrap his head around it all. You’re his wife… You’re his wife. “I’m sorry- I just can’t seem to remember…”

“It’s okay, Ken. Take your time.” You encourage as you rub on his hand gently.

His eyes fall to his lap, and a small smile curls on his lips. He may not completely comprehend what’s going on, but he knows in his very soul that he’s the luckiest man alive because you’re his wife.

Watching Ken fall in love with you all over again and rediscover all his daily pleasures was a treat. He slowly regained his memory over time: prompted by his senses randomly picking up on familiar sighs, smells, or even tastes.

Ken didn’t only fall in love with you all over again. He fell in love with the life he cultivated with you again. He found himself laughing a bit harder. He squeezed you a bit tighter. He lounged in bed for an extra ten minutes in the morning time to bask in your presence.

Oh, and that’s not to mention the literal tears he cried the first time he felt your cherished cunt after the incident. The way you squeezed around him so intensely… the way it’s so fucking wet — greedily sucking him in… Goddamn, he’s so lucky to have you.

[cheftsunoda]

hi i really love all ur works, ur so talented🩷 i have a request for a driver that has like a secret family with a wife and kids and one day it leaks and the grid didnt know and reacts:) could be any driver you choose🩷

leaked — aa23

slight smau/blurbs

alex albon x !wife reader

alex and yn have been married for four years and have been together for over 10. they have managed to keep their relationship almost invisible from the public — the fact that they were married and had one kid and another on the way was known to no one. except close family. until one day, everyone suddenly knew.

fc : no official face claim — tumblr ladies and lily:)

(a/n) : love love love you 💕 thank you for all the kind words.

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alexalbon : oh my beautiful beautiful wife— how I love you 🤍

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↳ yn.private : my adorable loving husband. i love you moreeeee

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↳ alexalbon : on my way home with your favorite pastry’s!

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↳ yn.private : get me pregnant again.

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↳ alexalbon : I can’t get you pregnant while you already are, my love.

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↳ yn.private : love youuuuuu! you da bestttt

yoursister : something about you this pregnancy…you are just so shiny and pretty. I never looked like that pregnant. I was swollen and ugly.

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↳ yn.private : nooooo you looked gorg but thank u lovie

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The house is quiet. Miraculously quiet.

Which, as any parent of a three-year-old knows, means one of two things—either a disaster is brewing… or the toddler is asleep. Thankfully, today it’s the latter. Our little hurricane wore herself out playing race cars with her dad in the living room and is now starfished across her bed, one hand still clinging to her favorite stuffed tiger. I sink back against the pillows, hand resting gently over my small bump, which isn’t huge but definitely feels like it should be—especially with how demanding this baby has been when it comes to cravings.

“Banoffee croissants,” I mutter to myself, the words like a whispered prayer to no one. “God, I’d sell my soul for one. Or three.”

I hadn’t mentioned it out loud to Alex. I didn’t need to. After nearly ten years together, he’s attuned to my moods and cravings like some kind of pastry-whisperer. That man could probably sense a food mood swing from a continent away. As if summoned, the bedroom door creaks open and Alex appears, balancing a bakery box in one hand and a steaming mug in the other. He’s barefoot, hair still damp from his shower, wearing a hoodie I’m ninety percent sure I stole from him at one point. His smile is the first thing I see.

“I knew it,” I grin, sitting up straighter. “You read my mind again, didn’t you?”

He crosses the room and leans down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “I heard you muttering about croissants in your sleep this morning. Banoffee, specifically. You know I can’t ignore a prophetic food dream.”

“You’re a hero,” I tell him seriously.

“A hero who drove twenty minutes to that little bakery that you like,” he says, settling onto the bed beside me and opening the box with a flourish. “And begged the lady behind the counter for the last three.”

My eyes widen. “You got the last three?!”

“I showed her a picture of you and that precious bump,” he says proudly, nodding at my stomach. “Didn’t even charge me for the third one. Said you deserved it.”

“You do realize I love you more every day, right?”

He smirks. “Because of the croissants or in general?”

I lean over, resting my head against his chest as I reach into the box. “Both. But mostly the croissants.”

He wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me close, pressing his lips to the top of my head while I take my first bite. It’s perfect. Warm, flaky, banana-y with just the right amount of toffee. A stupid little tear pricks at the corner of my eye because… hormones, probably. And love. Definitely love.

“This is nice,” I whisper after a few minutes of quiet chewing and cuddling.

“Mhm.”

“The baby’s happy.”

“I can tell,” he laughs softly. “Kicking already?”

“Not yet. Just… smug. Like, very pleased with our croissant situation.”

Alex turns slightly so he can rest his hand over my stomach. “Well, little one, just wait until I get my hands on those lemon raspberry tarts next week. You’ll think you were born into royalty.”

I sigh, the kind of full body, heavy limbed sigh that only comes when you’re well fed, loved, and cradled in your favorite person’s arms. The kind of moment you wish you could bottle up and keep forever.

Alex brushes a crumb off my chin and shifts so he can lie down beside me properly, still keeping one hand on my stomach like it grounds him. His thumb strokes back and forth absently, almost like he’s trying to communicate through touch.

“You’ve been so calm with this one,” he murmurs. “Last time you were googling every strange feeling and crying over that one Pampers ad with the twin babies in slow motion.”

I groan. “Don’t remind me. I still can’t hear that music without tearing up. But yeah… it’s different this time. I know what’s coming. The good, the hard, the sleep deprivation…”

He laughs under his breath. “The explosive diaper at 3 a.m.?”

“Exactly. And yet…” I look down at his hand, resting over where our baby is quietly growing. “I’m not scared this time. I just feel… lucky.”

He kisses the side of my head, lingering there. “We are lucky.”

“We’re also outnumbered now,” I tease. “Two kids to two of us. If we go for a third, we’ll officially be out of our depth.”

He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. “You say that like I’m not already out of my depth. I still triple-check the car seat buckles and google toddler coughs at midnight.”

I snort. “And I love that about you.”

He grins, but then his face softens. There’s a flicker of something tender behind his eyes, the kind of emotion that doesn’t always need words, but he gives me some anyway.

“I keep thinking about when I met you,” he says quietly. “How I never imagined we’d have this. A house with tiny shoes by the front door. Crumbs in our bed. Little voice yelling at me when I walk through the door. And now… another one.”

There’s a lump in my throat now. Hormones again. Or maybe just Alex being his gentle, golden-hearted self.

“I still can’t believe we’ve kept it a secret,” I whisper. “Not even the grid knows.”

He chuckles. “That’s the real miracle. We told your mum and somehow it didn’t make it to Twitter.”

“Will we ever tell them?” I ask, smiling softly.

“We’ll tell them soon,” he says, leaning over to kiss my cheek. “But I like this. Just us. Our little secret.”

I nod and nestle closer, both of us wrapped in quiet joy. My fingers drift to the edge of his hoodie sleeve, tracing the seam absently.

“Have you thought of names yet?” I ask after a long pause.

He hums. “One or two.”

“Anything outrageous?”

“Nothing that would embarrass them on the first day of school, I promise.”

“You always say that, and then suggest things like ‘Sebastian’ because of Vettel.”

“Okay, Sebastian is a strong name.”

I roll my eyes affectionately, then close mine, resting fully against his chest.

“Let’s just keep this a little longer,” I whisper. “Before the world knows. Before the noise.”

He squeezes me just a little tighter.

“Always,” he says.

—

It starts with a text.

I’m stealing your child tomorrow. You two are going on a date. No excuses.

At first, I laugh. Out loud, full-bellied, startled laughter that makes Alex peek into the kitchen with a raised brow and a half-peeled orange in his hand.

“My sister,” I say, waving my phone in the air. “She’s planning a kidnapping.”

Alex grins and tosses a segment of orange into his mouth. “Tell her to wear black and bring snacks. Little one only accepts bribery in the form of animal crackers now.”

But then I read it again—You two are going on a date. No excuses.

And something quiet settles in me. Something that sounds like we could use this. Because it’s been a while.

Life with a toddler is love and chaos. It’s syrup-sticky fingers, and toy cars in the laundry, and late-night cuddles with a warm, sleepy body wedged between us. It’s beautiful, messy, loud. But it’s also… full. Full in a way that leaves very little room for us. So I text back—

Deal. But don’t let him convince you to stay up past bedtime again. You’re still recovering from the last sleepover.

I am a stronger woman now. He will not break me.

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The next evening, after our daughter has been dramatically whisked away with promises of pancakes and cartoons, the house is still. The air feels different. Lighter. Quiet in the way we forgot we used to know.

I step out of the bedroom, smoothing my dress—a soft, silky navy one I haven’t worn in years, paired with a necklace Alex gave me on our first anniversary.

He’s in the living room waiting for me, buttoning the cuffs of his white shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to make my stomach flutter. He looks up—and then he stops.

“Wow,” he breathes. “You… wow.”

I laugh, but it’s a soft one. “I was going for ‘my husband falls hopelessly in love with me all over again.’”

He crosses the room in two strides and pulls me close, fingers grazing my jaw as he smiles that smile—the one that still makes my heart flip, ten years later.

“Mission accomplished,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against mine.

We don’t go anywhere fancy. Just a cozy little Italian restaurant we used to love before the world got busy. We sit in the corner, hands tangled across the table, laughing about things we forgot we missed. We order pasta we can’t pronounce and drink sparkling water because neither of us wants to drink wine if the other can’t.

At one point, someone passes with a baby in a carrier strapped to his chest, and I see Alex glance at it with a quiet little smile.

“You miss her already, don’t you?” I ask, grinning.

“I do,” he admits. “But I also really missed this.”

He reaches for my hand and rubs small circles into my palm.

“You and me. Talking without background noise. You looking like this,” he nods to my dress. “You glowing.”

“I think that’s the pregnancy hormones.”

“No,” he says softly. “It’s love. It’s us.”

—

The door closes behind us with a soft click, the echo of the outside world fading away as we step into the familiar stillness of our home. Alex doesn’t speak right away. He shrugs off his coat, eyes on me the whole time, like he’s not quite ready to let the night end. Neither am I.

“You want tea?” he asks quietly, his voice low and warm.

I shake my head, slipping my hand into his. “No. Just you.”

His smile is small but deep, the kind that crinkles at the corners and makes something inside me melt. We don’t even bother turning on the main lights—just the little lamp by the stairs, the one that glows golden and soft, like the house knows it’s supposed to feel sacred tonight.

We move together upstairs, slow and easy, like muscle memory. My heels are long abandoned, his hand steady on the small of my back as we climb. Our bedroom is just as we left it this morning: cozy, a little messy, with one of our daughter’s tiny stuffed bunnies curled into the corner of our bed, its ear half hanging off the side.

Alex picks it up and grins. “She really snuck this in here again.”

“She said BunBun gets lonely without us,” I murmur, pulling my dress over my head and swapping it for one of his worn t-shirts. “Apparently, he likes to sleep in our bed on Fridays.”

“She’s a menace,” he chuckles, tugging on his own t-shirt and sweatpants before joining me on the bed. “A tiny, brilliant menace.”

I crawl into bed beside him and immediately find my place—curled into his side, head on his chest, his arm draped around me. His hand slips under the hem of my shirt and rests gently on the slight swell of my belly. It’s not much yet, but enough that he always finds it. Like it’s a lighthouse.

“She’s going to be a good big sister,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb in slow circles. “I can already picture it.”

“She’s going to want to hold the baby every second of the day,” I murmur sleepily. “And throw a tea party five minutes after we get home from the hospital.”

“She’s going to try to feed the baby imaginary cake,” he says with a grin. “And name it after a Disney princess.”

“We could do worse than a Princess Albon.”

He snorts, kisses the top of my head, and whispers, “She’s going to love this baby so much.”

“So are we.”

There’s a long, quiet pause—his heart steady under my cheek, our breathing slow and synced. The kind of stillness that only comes after years of chaos and noise and unconditional love.

He presses a kiss into my hair. “I still fall in love with you every day.”

I lift my head just enough to look at him. “Even when I cry over pasta commercials and ask you to drive across the city for strawberry shortcake?”

“Especially then.”

—

It’s barely 8 a.m. when I hear the car pull into the driveway. A second later, the front door bangs open and a familiar voice shrieks with glee—

“Mummy! Daddy! I’m hoooome!”

Alex groans beside me, half-asleep, face mashed into the pillow. “Did she say that like she just returned from war?”

I’m already sitting up, heart full and wide awake. “Apparently the sleepover at my sister’s was a battlefield.”

We barely make it to the hallway before a blur of pink pajamas and tangled curls comes flying toward us. I squat down just in time to catch her as she hurls herself into my arms, her little hands clutching at my neck like she hadn’t seen me in months instead of just one night.

“I missed you soooooo much,” she breathes, dramatic as ever.

Alex crouches down beside us, gently brushing her curls back. “What about me? You didn’t miss Daddy?”

She turns to him with an incredulous expression. “Daddy. I cried for you when I brushed my teeth. Auntie said I was overreacting.”

Alex pretends to wipe a tear. “My brave little soldier.”

She shifts between us, arms flung around both our necks like she never wants to let go. “I brought you something,” she whispers suddenly, pulling away and digging into her backpack.

She proudly presents us with a slightly soggy drawing, made with markers and questionable glitter glue. “It’s you, and me, and the baby.”

She continues cheerfully, “I told BunBun about the baby but no one else, because you said it’s a secret secret.”

I feel my heart swell and laugh at the same time. “That’s right, baby. You’re a very good secret keeper.”

“But can I tell George? He’s so nice. He gave me a biscuit that one time.”

Alex lifts her into his arms with a grin. “Maybe not just yet. Not even for biscuits.”

We head into the kitchen—Alex with her balanced on one hip, me trailing behind as she chatters away about pancakes, her dream last night, and how she definitely wants the baby to be a girl “because I already have a brother and it’s BunBun.”

I’m pouring juice when she wraps her arms around my waist and nuzzles into my bump like she does when she’s feeling cuddly.

“Hi baby,” she whispers. “I’m back. Don’t grow up without me, okay?”

I glance over at Alex, who’s watching with a look on his face I’ll never get tired of—the kind of love that makes your knees go weak, even after ten years. He catches my eye and mouths, “We really made her.”

I mouth back, “We really did.”

And in that tiny kitchen, with glitter glue drying on the table and a bunny plush dropped by the fridge, our daughter launches into a song she’s half-making up about “mummy and the belly and pancakes for all,” and Alex starts flipping chocolate chip pancakes like it’s the most normal morning in the world. And honestly? It kind of is.

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f1gossipgirls : F1’S BEST-KEPT SECRET: ALEX ALBON IS MARRIED… WITH A CHILD AND ANOTHER ON THE WAY?! In a shocking twist no one saw coming, it looks like one of Formula 1’s most beloved drivers, Alex Albon, has been living a very private double life—and doing a stellar job keeping it hidden. Sources close to the paddock have confirmed that Albon has been secretly married for four years to longtime partner YN, and the couple share a three-year-old daughter. Oh—and she’s currently pregnant with their second child.

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username00 : WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT. MARRIED??? WITH A WHOLE TODDLER??? AND ANOTHER BABY ON THE WAY??? I NEED TO LAY DOWN.

username0 : someone said he had “girl dad energy” and I GUESS THEY WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG

username1 : so you’re telling me… the entire grid has been hanging out with alex like “haha you single bro?” while he’s got a toddler asking for fruit snacks at home???

username5 : I want the drive to survive footage of the moment lando finds out pls i am BEGGING

username7 : me rereading the article for the 6th time like it’ll suddenly make sense 😭

username10 : wait so you are telling me that GEORGE didn't even know????? wild.

username11 : im in tears. they are so cute. im so happy for him.

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I find him in the kitchen. Not like making breakfast or getting coffee in the kitchen. I mean pacing. Wildly. Shirtless, in yesterday’s sweatpants, hair sticking up like he fought a wind tunnel, phone in hand, and muttering a very intense monologue that includes the words “breach of privacy,” “defamation,” and “I’ll sue them into the earth.”

I lean against the doorway, arms crossed over my bump, and raise an eyebrow.

“Good morning to you too.”

Alex whirls around like I’ve just caught him committing treason. “They know. YN—they know. Someone leaked it. Everything. The marriage. Our daughter. You being pregnant. It’s all online.”

“I saw,” I say casually, walking past him to the sink and pouring a glass of water.

He stares at me, dumbfounded. “You’re calm?”

I take a sip of water and nod. “Yeah.”

He looks like I just told him I joined a cult. “How are you calm? Our entire life just got blasted across the internet! People are reposting pictures of our daughter. Someone screenshotted her drawing of the baby, YN. They found my Spotify family plan name. They’re making fan edits of our wedding and we didn’t even post about our wedding!”

I walk over, place my hands on his chest, and push gently until he finally sits down at the kitchen table. “Breathe.”

He exhales shakily, bracing his elbows on his knees, running both hands through his hair like he’s trying to scrub the stress away.

“I wanted to protect you,” he says quietly. “You and her. Both of them. I liked that no one could touch this… this little world we built. I liked that it was just ours.”

I kneel beside his chair, resting my chin on his thigh, looking up at him. “You did protect us, Alex. For ten years, you kept all of this sacred. You gave us the kind of peace most people in your position would kill for.”

He looks down at me, eyes glassy now. “But it’s not sacred anymore.”

I reach up, placing his hand on my bump, right where the baby always kicks around this time of morning.

“Maybe not in the same way,” I say. “But it’s still ours. They might know about us now, but they’ll never have us. Not the way we do. Not the way she does.”

His hand spreads over my stomach, thumb moving absently. “She’s gonna see stuff. People are already making assumptions. About you. About us.”

“I know.” I nod. “And we’ll explain it to her when she’s older. We’ll remind her that love isn’t something you owe the public. That just because the world thinks it has a right to your life, doesn’t mean it gets to take it.”

Alex closes his eyes. “I should’ve done more. Locked it down tighter. I should’ve seen this coming.”

I stand slowly, cupping his face between my palms. “Alex, listen to me. You’ve done everything right. You’re the most devoted dad. The kindest husband. You’ve protected us so well, sometimes too well.”

He gives a weak laugh at that. “Guilty.”

I press my forehead to his. “You didn’t fail us. You love us. That’s never been a secret—not really. Anyone who’s ever seen you hold her hand or kiss my head when you think no one’s looking could’ve figured it out. We were just waiting for the world to catch up.”

There’s silence for a long moment. Then, a small voice echoes from the hallway.

“Daddy?” she calls sleepily. “Why are you yelling about the earth?”

Alex laughs then. Really laughs. Pulls me into his arms and hides his face in my shoulder, like I’m the only steady thing in the universe.

“I’m okay now,” he whispers. “You’re right. You always are.”

I smile and kiss his temple. “That’s on being married for four years.”

We walk down the hall together to scoop her up, her curls tangled and her stuffed bunny dragging behind her like a sleepy soldier. She’s still half-asleep when she cuddles into Alex’s chest, eyes blinking slowly.

“Did the internet find out about the baby?” she mumbles.

Alex and I look at each other over her head and burst into quiet, stunned laughter.

“Yes,” I say. “Yes, baby. They did.”

She sighs dramatically. “Ugh. I told BunBun to be discreet.”

And with that, our little family shuffles back into the kitchen. Chaos looming outside our doors, sure. But inside? Still sacred. Still ours.

—

The paddock is buzzing. Phones are out. Eyes are glued to screens and then not-so-subtly glued to us. Someone definitely elbowed their friend and mouthed “that’s her.” I think one engineer actually dropped a coffee.

Alex squeezes my hand, the only sign that he’s mildly freaking out. Otherwise, we’re strolling through the paddock like we didn’t just break the internet 36 hours ago. We are the eye of the storm. Or, at least we were—until George Russell appears out of nowhere like a man possessed.

“Are you—” he starts, gesturing wildly. “Did you—? That’s you?!”

Alex tries. He really tries. “Good morning, George.”

But George is on a different wavelength entirely. “Good morning?!” he hisses, grabbing Alex’s arm and yanking him and, by extension, me off to the side behind a hospitality truck. “You’ve had a wife for four years? A child? A whole damn family tree and didn’t tell us?!”

I blink. “Hi, George. Nice to see you too.”

He just looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. “You were pregnant when we went karting two months ago?!”

I shrug. “Just a little.”

“You didn’t even flinch when I offered you a beer!”

“I lied and said I was detoxing from kombucha. You nodded like you understood.”

George looks like he might pass out.

“You were at my housewarming, Alex!” he says, jabbing a finger toward my husband like it’s a crime. “And you brought a bottle of wine and a plant and not once mentioned the whole toddler waiting at home situation?! You left early and said it was because you were ‘tired’!”

Alex winces. “Well. I was. She had croup that week. I hadn’t slept in four days.”

George throws his hands in the air. “Unbelievable. And the pregnancy?! Again?! You just—snuck in another child while the rest of us were arguing over dumb shit?!”

He turns to me. “And you! You're the internet’s favorite mystery woman now, you know that? I saw a TikTok this morning with compilation footage of you in the background of races like it was some kind of conspiracy theory."

I snort. “Honestly, that’s flattering.”

Alex leans against the wall, rubbing the back of his neck. “George. I didn’t mean to lie. We just… wanted something that was only ours for a while. And then it turned into years, and then we had her, and we just… never found the right time.”

George goes quiet. Finally, he says, “You didn’t even tell me. I’m your friend, Alex.”

I put a hand on George’s arm. “You are. And it was never about not trusting anyone. It was about keeping something sacred, just for us.”

His mouth twists. “So that’s why you disappeared after qualifying in Hungary last year.”

Alex nods. “Yeah. I was rushing to FaceTime her before bedtime.”

George’s expression softens like he didn’t want it to. “That’s… okay, that’s actually kind of cute.”

“It was her birthday,” Alex adds. “She turned three and made a crown out of toilet paper. Demanded I wear one too.”

“I’m gonna cry,” George mutters. “I’m so mad at you, but also that’s adorable.”

Then, with a deep breath, he throws his arms out. “Bring it in. Both of you. I need a hug from this secret little Hallmark movie marriage of yours.”

Alex and I laugh, stepping into the very dramatic, very George Russell group hug. It’s tight and awkward and somehow perfect.

“I’m still mad, by the way,” George says into Alex’s shoulder. “But also… I can’t wait to meet her.”

“You will,” I promise.

“And the baby?” he asks, eyes wide.

Alex sighs. “Eventually.”

George blinks. “Do I get to be an uncle?”

Alex smirks. “You just might.”

And for the first time all weekend, it feels okay. It feels like the beginning of something new—still ours, but shared now, with the people who matter. And as George walks away mumbling about “plot twists” and “how he’s never trusting anyone quiet ever again,” I thread my fingers through Alex’s and smile.

“Not bad for our first day as the grid’s new power couple.”

He groans. “Don’t say that.”

I just grin. “Too late. You married a woman of chaos.”

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third person pov

“Okay,” Lando says, dropping into the seat next to Alex with the force of someone who’s about to cause problems on purpose. “You know what? No. No. What the actual—”

Alex sighs. “Hi, Lando.”

“Don’t ‘hi, Lando’ me like I didn’t just find out through a fan cam that you are MARRIED,” Lando exclaims, voice already way too loud for the small briefing room. “MARRIED, Alexander! To YN. A whole wife. For FOUR YEARS.”

Alex looks straight ahead like maybe if he ignores it, it’ll stop. It does not.

“And then,” Lando continues, now counting off on his fingers, “you’ve got a toddler? A human child? A three-year-old who, by the way, has your ears, I saw the picture, don’t deny it—AND! You’re about to have another?! YOU HAVE A WHOLE NEW BABY ON THE WAY?!”

George leans forward, clearly enjoying this too much. “You should’ve seen him when he found the Reddit thread. Looked like he got hit by a truck.”

“I thought we were friends!” Lando yells. “You’ve heard me cry over situationships and you were out here picking names for your second baby?!”

Alex finally turns to him. “It’s not like that—”

“Then what is it like, huh?” Lando cuts in, pointing a dramatic finger at him. “Because to me, it feels like betrayal."

George snorts into his water bottle.

Alex lets out a long sigh and rubs his temples. “We just… kept it private. It was never about lying. It was about having something just ours.”

Lando opens his mouth, probably to yell some more — but then stops. Tilts his head. And suddenly gets very quiet.

“I get it,” he says softly.

Alex blinks. “You do?”

Lando nods, voice less chaotic now. “Yeah. I mean, if I had what you two have? I wouldn’t want to share it either.”

There’s a long beat of silence.

“…Still mad though,” Lando adds, crossing his arms. “Because now I have so many questions and no one will tell me anything.”

Alex looks over warily. “Like what?”

Lando leans forward immediately, like a kid at story time. “What’s her name? What does she call you? How did you propose? Does she have your laugh? Do you do the voice when you read bedtime stories? Did you cry when she was born? What does YN crave when she’s pregnant? Do you own a minivan?!”

Alex just stares at him.

“Tell me,” Lando whispers urgently. “Tell me everything.”

And that’s how Alex ends up sitting in the corner of the briefing room, surrounded by the other drivers, answering rapid-fire questions while Lando wipes his eyes every ten minutes and mutters “I’m not crying, I’m just emotionally invested.”

Eventually, Lando stands, looks Alex dead in the eye, and says-

“If you don’t let me meet your daughter before the next race, I will stage a coup.”

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Carlos corners Alex at the coffee machine like a man on a mission.

“Hermano,” he says, low and intense. “I need you to look me in the eye and tell me there is not a literal baby registry under your government name.”

Alex, holding his coffee cup like a shield, sighs. “Hi, Carlos.”

“No. No ‘hi.’ You have a child. A daughter. A small human who has your eyes and your smile and a Williams onesie, and you said nothing to me. Your teammate.”

“It wasn’t personal—”

Carlos raises a hand. “You were on FaceTime with your wife during our debrief in Canada and told me it was your cousin’s cat’s birthday.”

“…I panicked.”

“AND THE SECOND BABY?”

“I panicked again!”

Before Alex can defend himself further, Charles appears at his side, arms crossed, jaw clenched. “I thought we were brothers.”

Alex groans. “Oh no.”

Charles shakes his head. “We shared a massage room in Monaco. You let me cry about my breakup. You handed me tissues. You patted my hair. And you said nothing about having a wife and child at home?!”

Carlos leans in, whispering conspiratorially, “I checked his hand this morning. No tan line. The man took off his ring during race weekends.”

Alex throws up his hands. “It’s silicone! I take it off for comfort!”

At that moment, Oscar slides in like a silent assassin. “So, when you left early in Abu Dhabi last year… that was for swimming lessons?”

“Yes.”

“And in Miami, when you skipped dinner?”

“Parent-teacher conference.”

Oscar blinks. “You’re terrifying.”

Then comes Lewis, smooth and quiet but with a knowing grin, already holding his second coffee of the morning.

“I’m honestly impressed,” he says, smiling as Alex looks like he’s about to combust. “A decade together, a whole daughter, and not even a whisper got out? That’s commitment. I respect it.”

Alex exhales in relief. “Thank you.”

“But also,” Lewis continues, sipping his drink, “I’m offended. Because you knew I’d be the best godfather option and you robbed me of my chance.”

Alex almost chokes. “We haven’t picked—”

“I’m already ordering custom baby Nikes. This isn’t a conversation.”

The rest of the drivers nod like this is fair and legally binding. Then Charles suddenly pauses and squints. “Wait. That one time at the track—YN was wearing a Williams cap. Was that your daughter she was holding?”

Alex winces. “Yes.”

Carlos gasps. “I said she looked like you and you said, and I quote, ‘we all look the same in hats.’”

Alex rubs his face. “I can’t keep doing this.”

Lando yells from across the room, “I TOLD YOU ALL. I KNEW.”

Everyone turns toward him.

“No you didn’t,” Oscar says.

“I DID. I FELT THE VIBES.”

George walks in holding his iPad like he’s delivering breaking news. “Group chat name has officially been changed to Albon’s Secret Family Club. I’m also starting a spreadsheet of baby shower gift ideas. She’s three, but I have so much to make up for.”

Alex puts his head down on the table. Charles pats him on the back. “You did this to yourself.”

Carlos grins. “But I forgive you. Because now I get to meet your daughter.”

Oscar nods. “Same. And the next time you disappear after quali, I expect a full report on how bedtime went.”

Lewis smiles. “And tell YN we said congratulations.”

Alex looks around, red-faced and overwhelmed… but smiling now too.

“Okay,” he says softly. “Okay. You can all meet her.”

Cheers erupt. And just like that, the secret’s out. But somehow, it feels less like a loss of privacy… and more like an expansion of family.

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The second we step out of the car and into the paddock, our daughter tight in my arms and clinging to her stuffed bunny, I feel it. Not the stares — those are expected. Not the whispers or the way every camera in the vicinity subtly pans our way. But the warmth. Like the whole place exhaled one giant breath and made space for us. For her.

Alex is walking beside me, one hand steady on my back, his other adjusting the oversized paddock pass around our daughter’s neck. It practically reaches her knees.

She tugs her headphones down for a second and whispers, “Is Uncle Lando really gonna give me stickers?”

I laugh softly. “I think he bought a book of them, sweet pea.”

“Oh,” she says thoughtfully, “then I’m ready.”

We round the corner near the garage just as the drivers begin filtering in from media. The second Lando sees us, he lets out a loud, “OH MY GOD, IT’S HER!” and bolts across the concrete.

She ducks shyly into my shoulder, giggling, and Alex just smiles like he’s never loved anything more in his life.

Lando drops to his knees in front of her like he’s proposing. “Hi. Hello. I’m your uncle. I have stickers, a juice box, and very mixed feelings about your father’s deception.”

She blinks. “What’s ‘deception’?”

Alex chimes in dryly. “It’s when Uncle Lando doesn’t let Daddy win at video games.”

“Ohhh,” she says, nodding solemnly, as if she understands the betrayal.

Lando beams, already peeling sparkly stickers off a roll. “You’re my favorite person.”

Just behind him, Carlos, Charles, and George appear, all equally stunned and quietly emotional.

Carlos puts a hand over his heart. “She’s real.”

“She’s so small,” George whispers, tearing up immediately. “I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t this much cuteness in one unit.”

Charles crouches down gently, holding out a hand. “Bonjour, petite princesse. Je suis Charles.”

Our daughter glances at me and I nod, so she reaches out and high-fives him — very serious, very precise.

Charles makes the most dramatic gasp. “Elle m’aime. I’m done. I’m finished. She can have my car. Take it. It’s hers.”

“She can’t drive,” Alex points out, laughing.

“She can learn,” Charles says, wiping fake tears.

Carlos leans in closer. “Does she like fruit snacks?”

“She likes grape fruit snacks,” I say.

He pulls a pack from his jacket like he’s been preparing for this day his entire life. “I’m your favorite now, sí?”

She takes the snack and gives him a small, approving nod. “Sí.”

Carlos clutches his chest.

By the time Oscar and Lewis arrive, she’s sitting on a stack of spare tires, swinging her legs and sharing stickers with George, who is lying on the ground letting her decorate his face.

Oscar’s jaw drops. “She’s already more popular than me.”

Lewis just smiles warmly. “It’s because she has her mother’s presence.”

Alex glances at me, hand sliding into mine. “She has your everything.”

Lewis kneels in front of her. “You must be very brave coming into the paddock. Would you like to see the garage?”

Her eyes widen, then she looks up at me for confirmation.

I nod. “Go with Daddy and Uncle Lewis, baby. I’ll be right here.”

She clutches her bunny and hops off the tire stack, sliding her hand into Alex’s. “Can Bunny wear the headphones too?”

“We’ll get him his own pair,” Alex promises.

As they walk off, the little pack of drivers falling into step around them like a security detail, I feel something soft settle in my chest. She’s not a secret anymore. She’s here. Loved. Seen. Safe. And as Lewis leans down to adjust her little headphones, and George keeps proudly wearing a glitter sticker heart on his forehead, and Charles dramatically fans her with his Ferrari cap, I realize— She doesn’t just have this world now. She owns it. And we do, too.

—

I never thought I’d be here. Not just here in the paddock, not just here with Alex — but here, in an open-top classic car, crawling down the track in front of thousands of fans… with our three-year-old daughter sitting between us, waving like she’s the president of the FIA. She’s in a tiny Williams race suit they gifted her this morning — complete with her name stitched in pink thread over the heart. Her headphones are practically swallowing her whole head, and her bunny, as usual, is in her lap. She has no idea she’s the reason the internet is losing its collective mind. She’s just thrilled to have a flag to wave.

“She’s loving this,” I say quietly to Alex, watching her wave with both arms like she’s done this a thousand times before.

Alex chuckles under his breath, eyes on her like he still can’t believe she’s real. “She’s a natural. She belongs here.”

“You mean with you?” I tease.

“I mean with us,” he says simply. “You belong here too.”

I lean into him just a little, letting myself enjoy it. The sun’s warm. The crowd’s louder than usual — but I know now that a lot of that noise is for her. For us. And for once, it doesn’t scare me.

Alex reaches across her to squeeze my hand. “You okay?”

I nod. “More than okay.”

Behind us, I hear someone yell.

“LOOK AT HER!” George is standing in the next car over, clutching his chest like he’s having a religious experience. “She’s waving like she’s running for office. I’d vote for her.”

“She’s got my vote,” Lando shouts.

“She can have my car,” Charles adds, jogging up beside us, offering her a fresh can of juice like it's tribute to a princess. “Tell your papa to retire. We’ve got this handled.”

“She can’t reach the pedals,” I laugh.

“She’ll grow,” Charles insists. “I’ll wait.”

Carlos pulls up in his own car just ahead, twisting around so he’s facing us backwards. “Does she want another flag? I’ve got three.”

Our daughter gasps and takes it immediately. “Thank you, Mr. Carlos!”

“Mr. Carlos.” he clutches his chest dramatically, like he’s been knighted.

“Do I even exist anymore?” Alex jokes.

I just laugh and shake my head. “You had your moment. She’s the main character now.”

She leans her cheek against Alex’s shoulder, smiling up at both of us like this is all perfectly normal — like she’s meant to be on a Formula 1 parade route with twenty world-class drivers treating her like royalty.

“Wave one more time, baby,” I say gently.

She pops up to her knees between us, raises her flag in one hand and her bunny in the other, and gives the biggest wave yet. The crowd erupts.

“Someone threw glitter,” Alex murmurs, completely stunned.

“I think she’s bigger than you now,” I say.

He glances at me. “She always was.”

And maybe she’ll never understand this moment — the cameras, the noise, the drivers who love her like their own — but I will. We will. Because this isn’t just her first driver parade. It’s the first time we stopped hiding and started living. Together. Out loud. As a family.

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[Image description: Colored digital sketch of Ultraman Rising characters Emi Sato and Ken Sato. Emi is happily running around while making her noises. Ken turns into Ultraman and carries Emi. He is trying to put her to sleep, but Emi wants to play. She is reaching up to his face and smiling. Ken:” It’s sleep time, Baby. NOT play time!” Ken finally puts Emi to sleep and he turns back to normal. He is sleeping on Emi’s tummy and they’re both drooling.

Image two: sketch practice of Ken. Top left: Ken’s side profile. He is extremely tired and thinks “Let me SLEEP.” Top right: Ken is looking away with an annoyed expression on his face. Off screen, his coach is yelling at him “Are you listening, Sato?!” Ken:” Ugh.” Bottom left: Ken is eating and holding his chopsticks. His cheeks are stuffed and puffed out. He has a happy expression. Bottom right: Ken is facing away and holding the bunny plushie Emi used to love. He misses Emi. End description.]

I love this movie-- Emi is the most precious babu 🥺🤲💕💕💕

Also, some Kenji practice! I like drawing him- he's so pretty 😳 I need to practice drawing Ultraman tho 👀

[adelheidvonschicksal]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ It's Like That *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

You decide to accept Itadori's invitation to the movies. It turns out better than expected.

Pairing: Itadori x GN!Reader

CW: Fluff, SFW, hand holding, potential friends to lovers, it's technically a date 💕

“Do you guys want to see Human Earthworm 4 with me?”

The three of you minus Itadori, who posed the question, share a lukewarm look. You’re on the edge of the shopping district, trying to decide what to do after your mission, if anything, and that’s the first idea that floats out amongst the group. 

“What’s it about?” Nobara asks.

After Itadori explains the horror romance, there’s even less enthusiasm amongst the group to watch the movie with him. Sensing this, he ups the bargain.

“I’ll pay.”

You wince when you see Fushiguro pull out his phone. “I don’t really have the energy to sit through a movie,” he excuses himself, fingers going a mile a minute to escape the situation of friendship for today. “I’m going home.”

Your broody classmate holds his ringing phone to his ear and briefly glances at Nobara.

“I’m going to hit up the shops," she responds to his silent question.

Megumi leaves the three of you behind in no time flat. Nobara only stays behind long enough to ask if you want to go shopping with her. While you normally love to go with her and are in dire need of new shoes, you notice a lonely sullen shadow building over your slit-cheeked classmate and throw up an apologetic smile to her. 

“I think I’ll go with Itadori-kun today.”

You miss the way his head perks up as you wave her off. Before you have a chance to collect your thoughts, Itadori is already on top of you, his fists drawn in front of him excitedly and chestnut irises filled with happy stars.

“You’re going to love it,” he tells you. It’s cute how he nearly shakes with excitement, you can even hear it growing in his voice and shining in his eyes. “It’s such a good series! I mean, I know it sounded weird, but it’s so much better on screen that— forget any of what I said, you gotta see for yourself!”

He wastes no time taking off in the direction of the theatre, and you jog to keep up with the speed of the Tiger of the West. It isn’t until he notices you lagging behind that he slows up to grab your hand and pull you with him.

“Come on, come on, we don’t want to miss the opening.”

“Is this one of those movies where I need to see the first three to know what’s going on?”

“Well, there’s a few returning characters, like Dr. Richter, but I can fill you in on the important stuff so don’t worry.”

When you get to the theatre, Itadori immediately jumps in the ticket line, huffing in relief when there are still seats available. You begin to pull out your wallet but pause when he hands you a pink paper ticket.

“I told you it’s on me,” he reminds you before going down the line and ordering a large popcorn, two drinks, and beating you to grab a packet of candy that you were staring at for two seconds too long. 

He hands the bag of sweets to the cashier to scan. “And this please,” he asks before handing the candy to you. 

“That’s okay,” you tell him, but he laughs it off.

“It’s fine. That’s your favorite, right?”

You shyly nod and hold onto the envelope of overpriced candy like it’s the most precious thing in the world causing the cashier to smile at you as she finishes preparing your items.

“Aren’t you two the cutest,” she comments. 

You squeak quietly at her comment, crumpling your candy in surprise. It’s not a big deal she mistook you as a couple, it’s not like Itadori was someone you didn’t like after all, and it’s not like there was any need to correct her but you didn’t know if he felt the same way about the situation. 

Curiously, you look at him, waiting for him to make the decision on the matter. Surprisingly, he blurts out a quick and happy, “Thanks!” before moving on to fill his drink.

As you watch him, you fight the urge to ask why he didn’t correct her; and when you notice that he’s way more interested in finding the right theater, you decide he must have said it because it wasn't worth a fuss.

The two of you get seats at the back of the theater, and you shift over people carefully to avoid falling into Itadori’s back as you find your seats. You can finally relax as he sets the bucket of popcorn on the armrest between you.

Soon enough, the movie begins to play.

It starts off like every normal horror movie. A mad scientist, a hapless victim, and an escape followed by a romantic subplot of the human earthworm discovering that the woman he met indeed loves him even if he is a worm. 

That’s about as much as you can keep up with. There are too many easter eggs that keep flying over your head and too many callbacks to the previous movies in the series. Itadori does his best to try to help you whenever you whisper questions at him; but eventually, you’re too distracted by the couple in front of you making out to pay attention to the movie.

It’s so obnoxiously grotesque, their arms wrapping around each other and a soft moan every so often that’s drowned out by the guttural sounds of the earthworm children. You can’t really believe they’d do that in public, and why did they have to be so close to you out of all people?

Itadori looks at you and then finally catches on to what’s making you squirm. When he does, a faint hint of red starts to coat across his nose, and he becomes equally uncomfortable. 

Deciding to make it a little better for the both of you, you nudge him then make a silly disgusted face with your tongue stuck out to mimic a gag. You’re rewarded with a snicker from him and his own silly face in turn, and it makes the awkwardness of it a little easier to take as you try to focus back on the movie.

It’s another half hour in before you wonder exactly how the hell are they still going at it. 

“Society really needs to bring shame back,” you think before a warm breath hits your ear and fans down your jaw. 

You nearly jump before the smooth sounds of Itadori’s voice greet you. 

“So, that guy—” he begins but you’re way too focused on how close he leaned into you this time, how low the timbre of his voice goes to keep from disturbing those around you. It makes your feet curl in your shoes and your breath catch in your chest when his shoulder connects with your arm.

You feel heightened to his presence and the heat of him so close. It wasn’t like this earlier, but your heart is racing and your skin tickles the more he whispers. You think he’s so close that he could almost kiss your earlobe. 

It’s a path that you didn’t know you had in your mind, and it leaves you rattled as the smallest brush of pink hair hits your skin as he straightens back up and reaches for another handful of popcorn. 

Every time he touches your arm after to get your attention or your hand scoops by his in the popcorn bucket, you start to become flustered and jittery like a child after too much sugar. 

It lasts until the movie reaches its apex.

There’s a combined scream that fills the theatre, and you tense at the splatter of blood hitting the camera, leaving the few remains of your popcorn scattered across the floor as you unwittingly knock it over and squeeze Itadori’s hand tight. 

Your fingers slot with his and your fingertips bury against his palm, and it’s the only thing keeping you from bursting into a scream. 

When the lights flash back on, you notice how pink his hand looks under your tense hold and mumble out an apology. 

“Oh, that?” he asks followed by the same charming laugh as always. “It was pretty funny. You should’ve seen your face, like a blowfish,” he comments, teasingly mocking your blow-eyed expression as everyone around you begins to exit. “I never took you for a scaredy-cat.”

“You’re one to talk. You screamed in my ear at least a dozen times,” you remind him as the two of you also make your way towards the exit doors. “Sounded like you were on fire.”

“Don’t say fire in a theatre!” he scolds with a hiss.

“You said it louder.”

“To remind you not to say it!” 

You giggle at how offended he sounds as you break out into the light of the late afternoon. You walk with Itadori back to your pickup spot on the edge of the shopping district. It’s surprisingly quiet especially considering who you’re with, and it makes you worry a bit. 

You thought Itadori would be more excited after watching the film and practically forcing you to run 500m dash to get there, but he’s barely said two words about it since leaving the theatre, briefly mentioning how he’s still glad they used a real costume for the main earthworm instead of CGI.

But since leaving, his mood seems to have dampened. You thought about bringing something up from the movie, but you couldn’t really catch more than a few bloody scenes and a little evil monologuing from Dr. Richter outside the moments when Itadori would have your attention, with his voice in your ear or his hand excitedly clasping around your wrist each time he enthusiastically info-dumped a scene to you.

“Hey, um,” he begins piquing your interest. He seems to lose his nerve when you catch his eye; his gaze flutters to his feet before nervously picking back up to glimpse at your face but only for a few seconds. “Thanks for coming with me.”

You smile. “Don’t mention it. It was…different.” 

“Yeah,” he agrees but he still seems down. 

“Itadori-kun? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah…It’s just…I could tell you didn’t really like the movie. I mean I knew from the start it wasn’t really your thing. You and Nobara usually like to shop together more than watch horror movies. But still—” he breathes in deep, a shy color blossoming across his face. “It’s been a while since it felt like I did something normal, so it was really nice having someone to come with me. I appreciate it.”

There's something about his explanation that makes your heart hurt. He hasn’t been a sorcerer that long yet; and coming from being a normal kid to the world you were born into was probably scarier than you all could understand. 

“It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it! I just couldn’t really follow the story between that annoying couple smacking the whole time, and I felt like I barely follow anything at all!” you reason with him, but he still has that kicked puppy look on his face. 

You sigh with soft empathy before offering him a reassuring smile.

“Hey, Itadori-kun, you know I think I’d like to come back and see it again with you. After we watch the first three movies of course."

He gives you a curious look, his eyebrows raised with disbelief. 

“Really?”

You give a cute and short nod. “Mhm! I can’t really give it a fair chance if I haven’t seen the ones leading up to it. Besides, I want to know why Dr. Richter was trying to kidnap the baby H.E.s in the first place? Couldn’t he make more Enhanced H.E.s from the DNA left from the original experiment victim like he did at the beginning of the movie?” 

It’s like you open the skies back over him when your words sink in, and he moves so happily, speaks so fully, and it makes you happy to see him simply be happy. 

“They explain it so good in the third movie,” he says, unable to hold in his excitement. “I know a great site, it has subtitles and everything, and a special director’s cut at the end of the second movie.”

You laugh. “Sounds good!”

“We should pick up some more snacks; the original is actually pretty long,” he warns and starts to lead you towards the convenience store. Your smile only breaks when you feel the tug on your arm and look down to notice his hand still fastened around yours. 

You freeze, feeling your face warm a bit when you realize he’s probably been holding it since before you left the theater. This makes him pause and turn towards you.

Softly, he calls your name and asks if you’re okay, making you drop your head bashfully.

“Oh, it’s nothing really but you’re still holding my hand,” you point out.

Itadori looks down between the two of you and confirms that his fingers are still locked with yours, a comfortable fit.  

“Huh, oh, I guess I am,” he states matter-of-factly before he blushes. “Oh, it’s probably all gross and oily right? Yuck.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s not actually,” you correct, making no move to force him to let go because you honestly don’t want him to stop this good feeling pouring from him into you through the simple act. 

Your soft expression makes his cheeks warm for a different reason this time. 

“Oh, well, w-we should probably hurry,” he stammers out, and your hand tightens around his hand just a little bit more as you agree and find the closest convenience store to prepare for your first movie night. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Nobara stops outside the convenience store, hand to the glass as she stalks back and forth, trying to catch glimpses down the aisle. 

She could have sworn she just saw the two of you walk in from the other side of the street, and she was going to come to say hi – partially to ask how the movie went and partially to make Itadori carry her shopping bags if the two of you were done – that was before she noticed how close the two of you looked.

Weirdly close. 

When she finally catches you in the foggy glass, hand in hand, looking at the mini gacha inside the store, she gasps and quickly shuffles her bags around in search of her phone. 

Kugisaki quickly scrolls through her contacts, impatiently tapping her foot as she waited for the line to pick up.

“Fushiguro get here quick,” she harshly whispers into the device.

There’s a lazy voice on the other end asking what she wants, and she vaguely explains the situation to be met with resistance.

“Well then have Ijichi drop you off again! What do you mean ‘No’?" she growls. "Shut up and listen to me. They just went into 7/11. Ugh. Fine, fine, I’m sending you some pictures,” she argues. 

Kugisaki quickly starts to snap some pictures through the glass and frantically sends them off before bringing the phone back to her ear.

“That’s what I’m saying so hurry up and get here! Yes, it’s like that!” 

[drewswife]

Hi can you write something with Dad rafe and his baby girl getting ready for bed they are just goofing off then Y/n comes in saying they have to go to bed the baby girl is 2???

if your too busy you don't have too!!!

Summary: Rafe and their 2-year-old daughter Nora goofing off while they are supposed to be getting ready for bed And y/n tells them to go to bed

warnings: fluff, Dad!rafe

A/n: sorry it took me like a day😭 - thanks for requesting 💕

words:1.2k

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

The pink glint of Rafe's flashlight illuminated the already dim room, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Two-year-old Nora, a whirlwind of untamed dark blonde curls and boundless energy, squealed with laughter as Rafe chased her around the room, his long limbs awkwardly navigating the obstacle course of scattered toys.

"Come here, you little monster!" Rafe chuckled, his voice laced with playful exasperation. He lunged, scooping Nora up in his arms and showering her with kisses, making her giggle even harder.

"Again! Again!" Nora shrieked, wriggling in his grasp.

"Okay, okay," Rafe said, lowering her to the ground. "But just one more round, then it's bedtime."

Nora nodded, her doe eyes eyes sparkling with mischief, and took off running again, her tiny feet padding softly against the carpet. Rafe followed, his laughter echoing through the apartment.

Meanwhile, y/n watched the scene unfold from the doorway, a smile tugging at her lips. It was a familiar routine – the nightly stalling tactics, the exuberant playtime that always seemed to erupt just as bedtime approached. But beneath the amusement, a hint of weariness flickered within her. She knew she had to intervene soon, before things escalated further.

"Alright, you two," she said, stepping into the room, her voice firm but gentle. "That's enough playing. It's time for bed."

Nora let out a dramatic wail, flinging herself onto the floor in a fit of mock despair. "No bed! I wanna play!"

Rafe, still grinning, sauntered over to y/n, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into a hug. "Come on, y/n," he whispered, nuzzling her neck. "Just a little longer? She's having so much fun."

"I know, but it's getting late," y/n replied, leaning into his embrace but gently pushing him away. "And you need to get some sleep too. You have that early meeting tomorrow, remember?"

Rafe groaned, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "Ugh, don't remind me."

He turned his attention back to Nora, who was still sprawled on the floor, her cries gradually subsiding into whimpers. He knelt beside her, gently stroking her hair.

"Hey, sweetie," he said softly. "It's okay. We can play again tomorrow. But right now, it's time to go night-night."

Nora sniffled, looking up at him with her big brown tear-filled eyes. "But I'm not tired," she mumbled.

"I know, but your eyes are getting heavy," Rafe said, pointing to her fluttering eyelids. "And you know what happens when you don't get enough sleep? You get cranky and grumpy."

Nora pondered this for a moment, her bottom lip trembling. Finally, she nodded, holding out her arms to Rafe. He scooped her up, burying his face in her soft curls.

"That's my girl," he murmured. He carried her over to her bed, tucking her under the covers. Y/n followed behind, dimming the lights and placing a kiss on Nora's forehead.

"Goodnight, sweetie," she whispered. "I love you."

"Love you too, Mommy," Nora mumbled sleepily, her eyes already drifting closed.

Rafe sat on the edge of the bed, watching Nora drift off to sleep. He stroked her hair, a look of tenderness on his face. Y/n stood beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"She's so precious," she murmured.

Rafe nodded, placing a gentle kiss on y/n's forehead. "Yeah, she is," he whispered. He stood up, pulling y/n into his arms. "Now, come on," he said, his voice low and husky. "Let's go to bed. We have a busy day tomorrow."

Y/n smiled, taking his hand. As they walked out of the room, she couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth and contentment. Despite the nightly chaos, these were the moments she cherished most – the moments when her little family was together, bathed in the soft glow of love and laughter. And as she drifted off to sleep later that night, she knew that even though bedtime could be a battle, the sweet moments that followed were always worth it.

[juletheghoul]

educational

a/n: I still have so many asks for this man, and I have not forgotten them! Thank you to everyone who voted, to everyone who takes the time to comment and reblog on my posts. You have no idea how you all have reinvigorated my love for writing, a million hugs and cuddles for all of you. I always welcome any and all comments and questions or deep dives! This isn't beta'd, barely proofread. Hope you enjoy 💕xo

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, let me know if I missed any!

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 2.3k

reblogs are appreciated

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The sun was oppressive. It beat down with a vengeance and the fan in your hand did nothing to alleviate the waves of heat permeating the market. You had half a mind to head right back to the villa, to ask Marcus to bring you on another day when you could focus on anything other than the drops of sweat sliding down your spine, making your new robes stick to your skin. Or the way the stiff leather sandals on your feet rubbed your ankles raw. 

Running back to the villa didn’t seem right however, it tasted too much of defeat, of a refusal to accept your new place in this world and the thought of your General, your husband being disappointed in your inability to shop for yourself put eels into your belly. Gritting your teeth, you continued your hunt for the things you needed. 

“What about this Domina?” Your new attendant, a girl a few years younger than you had been when you’d first joined his house pointed at a blessedly covered stall, golden trinkets glittering where the sun poked through gaps in the covering catching your eye. 

“Let us look.” You smiled, making your way over. There you found a lovely perfumed oil for your skin, at a fairly reasonable price. You also found some of the incense Marcus liked, and a new brush for his hair. You bought them, even though he had sent you with the intent to buy things for yourself. With your purchases made and in the hands of your guards you decided to finally return home, when another stall caught your eye. Gauzy sheer linens covered most of it but when the warm breeze blew them aside, glittering jewels flashed. 

The woman running the stall smiled when you entered, she had streaks of grey in her hair, lovely oiled skin and eyes as dark as night. 

Opals with fire caught inside them hung on golden racks, rubies the size of walnuts, emeralds as green as fresh laurel leaves glittered, all of them entrancing you enough to pull your hands out to touch them. 

“With your skin, those would look lovely.” She walked over, pulling dark blue sapphire earrings from their place on her wall and holding them to your ears. “Beautiful.”

“They are gorgeous, I must admit.” Marcus had told you to buy whatever you wanted, had given you enough coin to splurge but you hesitated. Your eyes fell to a small book on a shelf, a picture of a man and a woman on the cover. 

“That is… very educational. Especially for a married woman.” She pulled the book off the shelf, placing it into your hands for you to peruse. The contents made you gasp. It was a guide book, a guide for the art of love. The art of copulation. There were diagrams, positions to try, all manner of things you’d never even thought of. 

Heat rushed to your face, the thought of showing Marcus, of trying them with him made the heat grow and spread to the place between your thighs. 

“You must have it, I have no doubt your husband will enjoy it, you as well.” She winked and you laughed a nervous little laugh, nodding conspiratorially. 

“You should adorn yourself for him, something glittering, something precious.” She gestured to the jewels once more and you bit your lip, wondering what to choose until you saw what looked to be a belt of different coloured gems. 

“I like this–is it for my waist?” You slid your fingers across it. 

“That would be perfect, not just your waist my lady.” She undid the clasps and arranged it, draping it onto your body. “Usually the ladies wear them over a simple robe to elevate it, but I think it would look just as beautiful against the skin, if you take my meaning.” You could see it, the top part of it like a necklace, with a long line of gems between your breasts leading down to connect with another line of it like a belt. 

With an ache for him, and a considerably lighter purse, you left with your purchases and made your way home once more. 

-

He was occupied, held up in his study with representatives from the Emperor, a senator and a whole host of others taking up his time with important matters. You left him to it, and busied yourself with your own preparations.

The tub was steaming and fragrant when you submerged yourself. Dried flowers and sweet smelling oils swirling with every movement, all manner of different elements coming together to soften your skin and make you shine for him. Thoughts of what he would think of your book fill your mind as you cleanse yourself of the day, musings about what he might choose pull at the corners of your lips as you run the clean washcloth across the expanse of your chest and thighs.

You oil your skin once out of the tub, arrange your hair and adorn yourself with jewels. Golden bracelets and anklets he’d gifted you on your wedding night, an armband shaped like a snake, earrings that dangle and trap the light when you move, the special body chain from the stand. You feel like a goddess, like a priestess readying yourself for worship. 

By the time he comes to bed the need, the arousal is fierce enough to make your hands shake. 

“Apologies my love, I was hoping to have been done sooner but—“ he catches sight of you then, sprawled out on the bed, an airy robe leaving nothing to the imagination, the small book in your hands. His eyes devour you, robbing him of his words, making your heart race.

“I have something for you, something for us.” You rise, exaggerating the swing in your hips with every step you take towards him. Your adornments jingle, a pleasant sound rings with every stride. 

“Do you now?” He licks his lips, and presses his palm to his growing bulge at the sight of you. “I have something for you too, growing stiff and aching.” His hand reaches for you as you get closer, pulling you into his embrace. 

“I do not doubt that.” You laugh, pressing your palms to his chest to keep him from pushing you onto your bed.

“I would very much like to give it to you, nice and deep.” His eyes are so lust blown that the warm brown is now a cold black. A moan escapes at his words, at the feel of his kiss on your throat.

“First, I would like you to look through the book I bought today.” He frowns, confused at the apparent shift. “I believe it could be very educational for us.”

If you weren’t so aroused, so excited to experiment you might have laughed at his expression. Naked shock was all you could see on his face. Never, in all your years within the villa, within his presence had you ever rendered him speechless before. The effect is titillating.

Wordlessly he peruses the pages, cheeks flushing, attention rapt at the diagrams and instructions shown within.

“Gods above.” Your smile deepens at the low whisper of his voice, nerves fraying with anticipation. 

“I am particularly curious about this one.” With trembling hands, you flip the pages to a certain diagram, where the woman is sitting on the man's lap but facing away, her legs closed tightly between his legs underneath her. The thought of Marcus having you that way floods your body with heat. His mouth at your ear, his hands free to slip between your legs or hold onto the weight of your breasts. 

Silently he studies the book, eyes intent. His quiet intensity fills the air between you, it makes you wring your hands with nervous anticipation, almost makes you wonder if you’ve gone too far. Your nerves fray the longer he stares, the old fear of disappointing or upsetting him creeps up your spine, until he smiles and licks his lip. 

“You, my love, continue to surprise me.” He closes the book and sets it aside. 

“Do I?” You take his hand in yours, and press it to your lips, desperate for his approval and for his love.

“Oh yes. Just when I think I cannot be any more fortunate, you spoil me and show me another facet of your love.” He pulls you forward, guiding you to stand between his spread legs at the edge of your bed, pulling the robe off to expose your nakedness.

“Look at you.” His palms slide from the sides of your thighs past your hips where they touch the jewels that adorn your waist. Up, up, up until his thumbs flick at your nipples. 

“You are yourself, my most precious jewel. So beautiful–” He presses his face to your breast, his lips gliding across your skin between words, “-kind, adventurous and brave, sweet as summer fruit,” he skims his nose over the top of your breast before licking at the stiff peak. With a sigh you hold him close, fingernails scratching at his neck, slipping through the fine grey waves, cradling his head close. 

Your heart races as he pours his love onto you, any and all fears are quieted to nothing under the silky slip of his palms against your back. His mouth forms a tight seal around your nipple, enough that it makes you gasp. His smile is predatory, confident and it makes you laugh; half nervous, half exhilarated. 

Your breasts shine with the oil, and his spit when he lets go. You take the opportunity to pull his robes up and off. Your mouth waters at the sight of his manhood, hard and leaking for you. 

“Turn around.” His voice sends a shiver down your spine, deep and commanding, irrefutable. His lips press to your shoulder, moving down to your lower back, you squeal in shock and delight to feel his teeth on the meat of your ass. 

“I could devour you whole, do you know that?” You can hear the smile in his voice.

The arousal is enough to choke you, enough to ease the glide of himself against your sex. Butterflies swarm as he pulls you back, guiding his own weeping tip to the tight fist of your cunt until you sink, slowly onto him. You gasp at just how deep, just how full you feel like this. 

“Gods above, woman.” His grip on your hips is tight enough to bruise, his voice strangled in your ear.

It is so much better than you had imagined.

His thighs bracket yours as you adjust to the fullness, slick dribbles out of you and drenches his lap when his hands do exactly as you hoped they might. With deft fingers he pinches and pulls at your sensitive nipples, teasing the peaks mercilessly as you begin a tentative bounce on his lap.

“Is this how you wanted it?” His breath tickles your neck, painting your skin in gooseflesh. 

“Yes, yes Marcus, just like this-“ your head falls back onto his shoulder, the arousal so fierce it burns through you, sets your heart beating like the wings of a hummingbird, trapped in the cage of your ribs. 

“Take it, take your pleasure from me my love, ride this cock—“ he bucks up, pulling a pained moan from somewhere inside you. 

“That’s it, you can do it, milk my fucking cock.” His arm tightens around your middle and you can feel the jewels pinching at your skin, the edge of pain only heightens the pleasure coursing through your veins, ripping a swathe through your body in the shape of him, always him. 

Thick fingers force their way between the tight press of your thighs, pinching at your swollen clit and it’s almost too much. Sweat beads in your hairline, slips between your bodies as you roll your hips harder, clenching around him with every tight bounce. 

There are no more words, only the harsh pant of his breath in your ear, the slick, vulgar sound of your wet arousal; the whimpering heralding your climax. 

His fingers leave your clit and you whine, the demand for them to return on the tip of your tongue but he quells it, pressing those same fingers into your mouth. He takes the saliva from your mouth, and returns his fingers to their task. The slip is just right and with a silent scream you freeze, squeezing him tight enough for him to hiss, tight enough to do just as he wanted and milk him for all he’s worth.

His grip around your middle softens, the jewels have left indents in his skin as well as yours, you pull his arm up to press your lips to it. 

Once the blood has settled and you’ve caught your breath, you pull away from him, turning to settle in his lap again only this time facing him. 

His expression is pure bliss, flushed with exertion and smiling with the ghost of his climax still painting his features. 

“I must send you to the market more often, spoil you as you spoil me.” You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck just as his wrap tightly around your waist.

“So you are pleased with my purchase then?” Your lips press to his mouth, his cheek, the little hairless spot on his chin, your favourite constellation to map out. 

“I am more than pleased with it, but I must study it in depth. So many things to try, so many lessons for us to learn from this book, hmm?” He skims his nose across the column of your throat, smiling into your skin as your heart races for him even with your pleasure still coursing through you. 

“…And you know that I am a quick learner, my love.”

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[amirasainz]

Can you write where Yn Alonso is the first time in the paddock and all the drivers meet her. Maybe Fernando is overprotectiv, because Yn is so small?

Please 🙏 🙏 🙏

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💕

Little bear 🐻

Fernando’s hands were a little sweaty as he held the tiny, warm bundle to his chest, stepping out into the bustling, echoing Formula 1 paddock. Today was a big day. His 12-month-old daughter, Yn, was joining him at the track for the first time ever. He had always been hesitant to bring her—concerned about the noise, the cold, the chaos. But today, he felt… ready. Or at least, he hoped so.

Yn, nestled in his arms, was dressed in the most adorable bear onesie, complete with tiny, fuzzy ears on the hood. He had made sure she was extra warm, her cheeks rosy and round beneath the layers. Fernando had even checked her temperature about five times before leaving the hotel, adjusting her hood, pulling up her mittens, and tugging the onesie down to make sure no tiny toes could feel the chill. But as he walked, the little murmurs of other drivers starting to notice her brought a wave of protectiveness over him.

The moment they stepped into the vibrant world of Formula 1, he spotted Carlos approaching. Carlos's face lit up when he saw Yn, and he immediately knelt down to her level.

“¡Hola, pequeña!” Carlos greeted warmly in Spanish, his voice softening to a coo. “You’re so cute! Look at that little bear suit!” Yn giggled, mesmerized by Carlos's animated expressions. He reached out a hand, and she instinctively grabbed it, her tiny fingers wrapping around his finger.

“¡Eres un encanto!” he chuckled, his heart melting at her innocent gaze. “Do you like it here? Your dad’s going to show you all the fast cars soon!”

Fernando watched, a protective eye on Yn as she babbled happily to Carlos. “She likes you,” he admitted with a small smile, though his instinct to be cautious never wavered.

Just then, Charles approached, his own smile broadening when he saw Yn. “Hey, Fernando! Is this your little princess?” he asked, kneeling down next to Carlos.

“Yes, Charles. This is Yn,” Fernando introduced proudly but still a little hesitant.

“Bonjour, Yn!” Charles said, his voice cheerful and melodic. He reached out and gently took her from Fernando’s arms, cradling her securely. “Do you want to take a nap? You look a bit sleepy.”

Yn yawned adorably, and before Fernando could intervene, Charles gently rocked her back and forth, humming a soft tune. Within moments, Yn’s eyelids grew heavy, and she nestled against Charles, who looked at Fernando with a grin.

“She really is precious, Fernando,” he said, his voice low to avoid waking her. “You’re doing great.”

“Thanks, Charles,” Fernando replied, feeling his heart growe ten times for the love he held for his daughter. He watched as the other drivers began to gather, curious about the little girl.

Lewis stepped forward, his trademark smile making an appearance. “Look at that little one! Isn’t she the sweetest?” he said, kneeling down and waving at Yn, who stirred slightly but didn’t wake up.

“Lewis, be careful. She’s still sleeping,” Fernando warned, his protective instincts kicking in again.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” Lewis replied, his voice soothing. He reached out and gently stroked Yn cheek, making her eyes flutter open, a radiant smile spreading across her face as she took in the sight of Lewis.

“Dada?” she mumbled sleepily, her little hands reaching out for him, mistaking Lewis for her father.

Fernando chuckled, a warm feeling spreading through him as he saw Yn's delight. “Close enough,” he teased, and Lewis laughed along, his heart warming at the sight of the baby’s big smile.

“Hey there, honey! Want to come play?” Lewis asked, tickling her chin gently. Yn erupted into giggles, her laughter infectious.

Just then, George sauntered over, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the adorable little girl. “Is she trying to eat your hand?” he joked, watching as Yn brought his hand to her mouth, attempting to nibble on George’s fingers like they were the most delicious thing in the world.

“She thinks it’s food!” Fernando laughed, though he quickly moved closer, ensuring George didn’t mind. “Just be careful, George. You might lose a finger.”

“Oh, she’s gentle!” George replied, clearly charmed. “I’d let her eat my hand any day. Right, Yn? You’re my favorite little monster!” he said, making a playful growl that sent Yn into another fit of giggles.

“Don’t encourage her,” Fernando said, shaking his head with a smile. The scene was heartwarming, a perfect moment of joy in the usually intense paddock.

Lando joined the group, his energy palpable. “What’s all this laughter about? I need to be part of it!” he exclaimed, kneeling beside Yn, who immediately beamed at him.

“Hey, little bear! Do you want to see something really funny?” Lando asked, making a silly face and flapping his arms like a bird. Yn laughed uncontrollably, her giggles echoing through the paddock, and Lando kept up his antics, pulling faces that made her laugh even harder.

Fernando couldn’t help but chuckle along, his heart swelling with love and pride as he watched the other drivers showering Yn with affection. Yet, as the sun rose higher in the sky, he felt a pang of worry for her well-being.

“Okay, everyone, as much as she loves this, I think it’s time to head inside,” he said, gently taking Yn from Charles's arms. She whimpered slightly, her face scrunching in disappointment, but he quickly pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Just for a little while, Yn. You can’t be out here all day. Let’s go warm up,” he reassured her, feeling a bit of guilt for cutting short the fun. The drivers all nodded in understanding, their faces still glowing with joy from Yn’s infectious laughter.

“Alright, but we’ll need to have another playdate later!” Carlos promised, ruffling Yn’s head as Fernando carefully walked toward the team building.

“Definitely,” Fernando replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he entered the warm interior. “I’ll make sure to bring her back. Thank you, guys, for being so wonderful with her.”

As he stepped inside, Yn’s eyes grew heavy again, and she snuggled closer to Fernando. He sighed contentedly, his worries easing a little. Being a father was a new adventure, and today had been a special chapter in their lives — one filled with laughter, joy, and a glimpse into the world of Formula 1, which he hoped Yn would grow to love just as much as he did.

[pupyuj]

let's switch it up a bit 😋😋 could you pls do soft dom! Yujin with puppy!reader 🥲

(this is something random that popped in my head while I was trying (I failed) to avoid going on my phone.. cause I recently got back into photocard collecting and the amount I have been spending is concerning ❗❗ anyways hope you've been doing well Ena, love u !!

omg careful on the spending anon don't get broke just yet we need sales for the next comeback!! jkjk 😭😭 but thanks for checking up on me anon, love u too 🥺💕

[cw: dubcon, somnophilia (kinda? just a little bit!).]

anybody else think yujin would handle puppy!reader like glass?? bcs she totally would!! and that’s not even bcs she’s a soft dom, yujinnie just genuinely thinks you’re too precious 🥰 every time she sees you, it's almost like instinct for her to just touch you but fortunately for her, you welcome her affection with open arms 💘💘 you don't always know that there were dirty things making rounds inside yujin's pretty head though.. how could she not think of you in that light anyway?! you were too carefree for your own good, always approaching everything with a positive and optimistic mindset with that lovely smile of yours... yujin just can't help but want to take advantage of it.

she would never have the courage to do all that, however! not unless she didn't care and just needed to get off, and if you were somehow not exactly 'aware'. and would you look at that—you just so happened to be asleep on the couch just as yujin got home from work! normally, she would wake you up and pepper your face with kisses and that's exactly what she did, but then you were too drowsy to wake up completely... and god, did that silky, flowy dress always look so damn good on you? were your little puppy ears always so cute?

she's definitely laying you back down, her hands at a complete stand-still on your thighs while she stared at you with hunger... well, the situation ticked all of the checkboxes, why would she turn away now? 🫣 yujinnie would start at feeling you up... one shaky hand slithering in between your legs and stopping at your wet panties... well that made her feel slightly less bad since it looked like you were anticipating this anyway 😋 you'd stir a bit feeling her fingers inside you, and you'd even see what exactly was being done to you once you finally get a hold of yourself but ah you were just too tired to say or do anything about it! :((

"that's right... stay down, baby. i'll take care of you." yujinnie would say, now right up against your ear bcs she knew kissing your face and head would make you all drowsy again :(( feeling every inch of her fingers move in and out of you bcs yujinnie did it so slowly and gently that it almost put you back to sleep?? 🫢 and it didn't help that yujin's little praises and compliments sounded so soft in your ears! you felt right at home, even tho you definitely felt like this was wrong in some way.. 🤭

none of that mattered much to you when yujin was making you feel so so so good 🥰 ykw that little freak probably likes it a lot when you have to bite on her hand to keep your noises down, or when you whine as you cum on her fingers, and she's addicted to seeing your ears (the normal ones!) and cheeks go red when she sucks your juices off her fingers... praises the way you taste just to embarrass you 😭

but the icing on the cake would be when you were fully awake and recovered from your high and seeing your tail wag when yujin finally tells you that you can return her the favor, like a good dog.. 🤭🥰

[pinkslipxox]

Love and Raindrops:

Summary: a rainy day with Billie starts off with a little lovemaking 💋😘🫶

Warnings: fluff, smut 💕✂️

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The soft sound of rain pattering against the window gently coaxes you awake, the gentle rhythm lulling you deeper into the warmth of the blankets surrounding you. You blink a few times and take a moment to soak in the peaceful atmosphere, but the best part of this scene is right next to you.

Billie is curled up beside you, her peaceful face illuminated by the soft gray light filtering through the rain-soaked glass. Her raven black hair cascades around her like a dark halo on the pillow, slightly tousled, yet you can’t help but admire how beautiful she looks. She stirs, her sleepy eyes flickering open as a soft smile spreads across her face.

“Good morning, mama,” she whispers, her voice still thick with sleep, making your heart flutter. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you closer against her warm body, your legs intertwining beneath the covers. You nestle your head against her shoulder, inhaling her familiar scent, a mix of her shampoo and something uniquely her.

“Good morning, baby,” you reply, your voice no louder than a delicate whisper, reveling in the warmth and comfort that she and the blankets provide. You can't help but look up and smile at her, feeling the affection radiating from her gaze. She reaches out, her fingers brushing against your cheek, and you lean into her touch, craving that sweet intimacy.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmurs softly as she traces your features with her finger, her touch tender, almost reverent, as if she’s handling a precious treasure. “How did I get so lucky, Y/N?”

You answer her with a kiss, her lips warm and soft against your own, taking away any lingering sleepiness from her and yourself. Billie deepens the kiss, her tongue intertwining with yours as she pulls you closer, bodies pressed together, noses gently brushing, the rain slowly becoming a distant memory as you loose yourself in the arms of your girlfriend. As you explore each other’s curves and softness, your clothes from the night before become discarded, each touch more deliberate and longing than the last. A soft sigh escapes your lips as Billie plants kisses along your collarbone, her hand gently kneading your breast, sending a delightful warmth course through your body.

“Billie, more… please…” you moan softly, breathless and pleading, warmth pooling in your belly. Billie lavishes her attention on your breasts, then travels down to your waistline, your desire for her growing stronger as she takes her sweet time planting kisses to your inner thighs. She then positions herself with practiced ease against you, your limbs intertwining, and you both gasp at the sudden contact. Primal, raw, and beautiful.

“Together,” Billie urges as she begins to move, gently, as if to test the waters, and you instinctively respond with a more confident movement that makes the both of you moan. She hooks your leg around her waist, grinding down harder, her head tossed back in pleasure as her clit brushes against yours.

“Billie… Oh, my God,” you whimper as you roll your hips to the rhythm of Billie’s, the pleasure sweet and intoxicating. The ache between your legs combines deliciously with the heat of Billie’s core against yours. Wet. Sticky. Hot. And it’s all yours.

Your body arches off the bed, the friction hitting just right, movements before more erratic, desperate. Billie moans your name, her voice music to your ears, and you cry out as your inner goddess consumes you. She doesn’t stop. And neither do you. Until every last drop of your love cements with hers.

Spent, yet alive with warmth, you eventually find yourself wrapped in Billie’s embrace. Reality slowly returns as the two of you cling to each other, breathless, bodies glistening, hearts racing. Billie presses her lips to your forehead, letting them linger there for a moment, then your nose, and finally your lips.

As you pull away, Billie’s forehead rests against yours, and she plays with your hair softly. “Let’s just stay in bed all day,” she suggests, her voice a sweet invitation. You nod, a giggle escaping your lips, and you both settle back into each other.

You feel like the luckiest person in the world just being here, held tightly in her embrace while the rain continues to fall outside. You can’t imagine a better way to spend a rainy morning than wrapped up with your sweet Billie.

[berrysweetgal]

More Details

Summary: Where Reader is told she’s a bad kisser, and BSF!Rafe offers to kiss her and tell her if she is. 

Pairing: BSF!Rafe X FemReader

Mostly fluff, a bit of kissing 💕 1.1k words

“Rafe I swear to god if you don’t give it back right now!” You say, laughing and reaching for your phone. “You weren’t supposed to see that!” You yell, your cheeks flushed from embarrassment.

“Darling, why are you looking up ‘kissing techniques’?” Rafe asks you, reading it off of your phone, a dangerous grin in place. His arm is stretched up in the air, holding your phone out of reach and reading your recent searches.

“Please stop, Rafe. I’m already dying of embarrassment.” You groan, trying to grab at his arm and pull it down to you.

“Should I use tongue, the first time I kiss a guy?” He reads laughing with a huge smile on his face. My cheeks somehow redden even further. “This is fucking precious.” He says chuckling.

You and Rafe had been sitting in your dorm room when you had gone to look something up to prove him wrong, and he had snatched your phone after seeing your searches.

“Rafe I’m going to kill myself now.” You say in defeat, flopping back onto your bed and hiding your face in your hands.

Rafe chuckles lightly, turning off your phone and getting in the bed, sitting beside you. You don’t take your hands off of your face, though. “Can we pretend I’m not pathetic?” You grumble out, your voice slightly muffled.

“You’re not pathetic, s’cute.” Rafe says patting your knee a couple of times. “Sorry if I made fun of you too much.” He says softly. You grumble behind your hands, knowing your face is still beat red.

“Come out, Darling, it’s just me.” He says, trying to coax you.

You peek out shyly, your face still hot. “I hate you.” You say, glaring at him, but there’s not any heat to the look.

“You don’t hate me.” He says smirking, nudging you with his knee. “Now, what was with all of those searches?” Rafe asks, and he looks amused but like he genuinely wants to know.

“Rafe.” You say groaning, but when you look at him, he doesn’t look like he’s going to make fun of you. “That guy I went out with a couple of weeks ago, had made a comment.” You mumble.

“What do you mean?” Rafe asks, brows furrowed. His gaze looking annoyed.

“I don’t know, I heard from someone that he said I’m a bad kisser.” You say avoiding his gaze. “And I just didn’t know what I did wrong.” “Hey.” He says softly, looking at you. “I’m sure you didn’t do anything wrong. He sounds like an ass.” Rafe says, his hand brushing some hair off of your face.

“It’s just mortifying Rafe, I’m twenty-two, and some guy thinks I’m a bad kisser.” You say turning on your side to face Rafe.

“Darling, I’m sure you’re not.” He says, his eyes soft and warm. Rafe shifts to lay down and face you as well.

You look at Rafe and roll your eyes. “You’re just being nice.” You complain in a bratty voice.

He laughs softly at the whiney tone you use. “I’ll be honest with you, if you want?” He says, his voice dropping a bit lower.

“What?” You ask confused, looking at Rafe. Your mouth slightly dropped open.

It’s not that you’ve never thought about it, Rafe was attractive, but you’d been friends for years. There was no way he was actually offering what you thought he was offering. You stared, waiting for him to confirm or deny, or laugh in your face.

“I mean, if you want someone to be honest about if you are, or not?” Rafe says, like its so casual. “I can tell you, it's just me, I won’t make fun of you.” He says softly, watching your reaction.

“It wouldn’t be weird?” You whisper, feeling apprehensive.

Rafe shakes his head. “Mm, no.” He says, and you just stare at him. “We’re best friends, right? And it’s just to help you stop worrying.” He adds when he notices you not responding.

You pause, considering it. Your eyes flashing across Rafe’s face, seeing the way his blue eyes just watch you softly. “You promise you won’t make fun of me, if I am bad?” You whisper.

“I promise.” He says just as softly, and it sounds sincere. Then he grins. “Maybe I will a little, but I promise it’ll just be to you.” He teases, smirking at you.

“Rafe!” You exclaim. “You’re not really convincing me.” You say smiling, but now you want to know what kissing Rafe Cameron would be like.

Rafe chuckles. “S’we doin’ this or what?” He says, and there's a playful glint in his eyes.

You bite your lip, looking at Rafe. “Okay.” You say and nod. “But stop me if it’s bad, and tell me what’s wrong?” You say nervously, and you can feel the tension growing between you. Rafe’s eyes have flicked to your lips several times in the last couple of minutes.

“Mmkay.” He says softly, moving towards you, slowly, like you’re going to get scared off. Rafes hand reaches out and rests on your neck. His thumb softly stroking against your jaw. “Don’t be nervous, s’just me.” Rafe says softly.

Suddenly your best friend’s face is closer than it’s ever been, his nose nudges yours softly. “Relax.” He whispers and then his lips are just grazing yours. Soft and tentative.

At first it feels like you freeze, and Rafe just chuckles against your mouth softly, whispering for you to relax again. His hand stays on your jaw and neck, soft and grounding. You relax and start to move your own mouth against him, and then you’re actually kissing, and it’s not long before Rafe is speeding up the tempo and his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, trying to claim access. You part your mouth slightly and his tongue softly slips into your mouth. A small whimper bubbling out of your throat.

One of Rafe’s hands moves to your hip, squeezing softly, his thumb rubbing on the sliver of exposed skin. You pull back slightly, panting a bit. “Bad?” You whisper, your eyes still closed.

Rafe’s warm chuckles makes you smile. “That guy is a fucking idiot.” Rafe says, his nose brushing yours. “You were very good, darling.” He says softly, his voice a bit hoarse. “I can probably give you some more details, if we kiss again.” Rafe says, and he’s praying you agree.

“More details.” You say softly. “Yeah, that could be nice.” You whisper.

[therealcocoshady]

POV : You’re Marshall Mathers’s girlfriend and he worships you

Author’s Note : Hi guys ✨. I feel like it’s been a while since I last published something on here. Enjoy this little blurb I wrote. It’s kind of random but I think it’s kind of cute still 💕.

Marshall Mathers doesn’t really enjoy being treated like a king wherever he goes. He knows people give him special treatment out of respect, because he is a huge fucking superstar, but he doesn’t really care for it. He’s just a normal dude at heart, you know ? He likes it when things are kept simple. He’s not a huge fan of the deference, of people practically bowing and curtsying to him because he is Eminem. It’s weird.

But when it comes to you ? People better treat you like the absolute monarch that you are. This man will not accept anything less for the woman he loves. You are his sun. His days start and end with you. You are a deity he worships day and night and people better put some respect on his lady’s name.

He is not giving you the princess treatment. No. This would be good enough for any peasant. If he could, this man would build altars and monuments for you. You are his religion. Your birthday and the anniversary of your first date are holidays he refuse to work on. Doesn’t matter if he’s offered hundreds of thousands of dollars for a ten minutes performance, he simply refuses to be away from you on those days. And if you so much as utter an « I need you », this man will drop absolutely everything. He’s done it in the past and he absolutely has no regrets about flying for five hours on a day off from tour to be able to surprise you at work after you mentioned it was « so hard being away » from him. He is usually mindful about climate change but for you, this man will turn into Taylor « taking my jet for a ten minutes flight » Swift. He literally doesn’t care about the world burning as long as there is a smile on your face. Marshall is not a big spender but for you, he doesn’t care about numbers. His goddess deserves the very best and, thank God for that merch money, he is able to give it to you. He’s not a diva but he demands the very best for you. He couldn’t care less about the water brought to him in his dressing room before a performance. But he makes sure it’s your favorite brand. Same for snacks. If he has to fly someone to another country to get something for you, he absolutely will. In his mind, it’s the least he can do for the woman who blesses him with her presence. He is almost offended when someone fails to greet you properly and he absolutely is when someone straight up disrespects you. If he could, he would fight duels in your honor. Somehow, you managed to turn this stoic individual in the utmost gentleman. When he’s by your side, you will never be caught walking on the wrong side of the pavement, having to hold your own bags. He’d rather die than have that. But you’ll never be caught. Because he protects you like you’re the most precious treasure there is. He’s never caught in your presence, because he doesn’t want to have you plagued by the media and harassed by fans and, yet, he manages to show you off. In private, he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s head over heels with you. Your name is on his lips constantly, and the way he talks about you shows just how devoted he is. At first, people close to him got a little worried. Who were you ? What were your intentions ? It seemed like you were out of nowhere. Walked into Marshall’s life one day and, from then on, he was addicted. They had every reason to be suspicious. And then, they met you. And they understood. They got to witness the genuineness of your interactions, how your eyes mirrored Marshall’s devotion, the way he leaned into your touch so naturally and just how you seemed to heal the parts of him that had been left raw. For the first time in forever, they saw him at peace. Not merely content. Happy. They expected to hate you, because what kind of high maintenance brat has the most stoic man they ever knew act like a puppy ? Only, they couldn’t. It wasn’t quite clear how things worked out between you and Marshall and, in hindsight, it was none of their business. But they couldn’t hate you when it was clear as day that « Em » as most call him, had finally found a safe space. So you won them over as well, and they gave you the princess treatment.

[writingwisterias]

idk if you take requests or atleast these kind, but can you write a story of Leon and his girlfriend going out to a dinner with some people and he fingers her under the table and she has to be discreet 💞

If so, thank u !!

Hii! I can do this, thank you for the request!! Husband Leon is on my mind so I hope that's okay!! Sorry it's short, I've had such a busy month 💕

Husband!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Fingering, Public Sex, Teasing, Breeding kink (idk how it's here either...)

Taglist: @senawashere @danigirls-missions

You should have known teasing Leon before the meal would end up with him like this. Hot and bothered, awkwardly shifting in his chair like he had ants in his pants. Your family didn't pay any mind to him, it wasn't the first time he's found it hard to get comfortable. After all his job will often leave him with some form of discomfort. Your hand barely touched him under the table, his knee bouncing frantically is the only way you knew this was affecting him. You danced your fingertips along the muscle of his thigh, following the contracted curve of it as he tensed towards your prize.

Thankfully the table was decorated today, some floral design tables cloth your parents picked for spring to make the evening nice. Neither of you particularly wanted to be here, the plans of creating your future were put on hold by a desperate plea from your mother. A family reunion was never on your top list of things to do, too much noise — to much fuss. Yet your mother insisted the both of you were there whilst Leon was home.

Tonight however, Leon had come to the assumption that you were ovulating. The constant teasing not only right now but before in the car was a hint to him that you were. A sign that spending what little time he had at home wasn't sat at the dinner table with family. It was never that you didn't tease him, of course you did— it was just never this much or in a situation this bold. This behavior has been going on for a while ever since you had approached him with idea of trying he's barely been able to satate your desires as well as his own.

The mere daydream of you swollen with his child was enough to get his old cock twitching in its fabric prison again. It didn't matter the location so he wasn't arguing that you were currently palming his cock to satate his problem, he just wanted to fix it inside of you not in his trousers like a teenage boy.

Despite your teasing you forgot that two can play at this game, which why your yelp of surprise was audible to everyone as his fingers instantly found the soaked fabric of your underwear. He ran them along the cotton, smirking at how puffy and glorious your lips already felt before he did anything.

If only you got in the mood like this when could bury himself you and punish you like the desperate brat you were being. Leon was sure your father wouldn't appreciate a move like that — not when it was hard enough to get the man to approve of him at the start. Having to swear multiple times that he wouldn't break his little girl's heart or get her mixed up in his world. He smiled as you gave some crappy excuse as to why the noise left your lips, your eyes threatening to roll back the more he pressed against the soaked fabric.

They took your excuse and the family chatter once again began filling the room as they returned to ignoring the two of you. Leons chair scooted closer, his hand no longer outstretched but looked more like an innocent touch...a hand hold maybe. "Careful now, we don't want people to hear do we?" Leon teased in your ear, placing a kiss against that one sweet spot under your ear. You gave him a side glance, smiling slightly before muttering a small no.

The "honeymoon" phase just never ended with the two of you it seemed, your family accepted it. After all when you have a husband that's job could turn from bad to worse at any moment these moments together were precious. It was only natural that despite in front of people he would want to soak up as much PDA as he could before leaving again.

Leon's fingers teased the hem of your panties, sliding underneath briefly as he spoke with your dad. Their conversation unknown as his actions caused your focus to dwindle. Your eyes hazed over with concentration to stop any reaction you had to your husband's sinful activities. "Not so confident now are we?" He teased, his teeth grazing the lobe of your ear briefly breaking the trance you had found yourself in. "I don't know what you are talking about"

"of course not, that's why you are just dripping for me at the table of your parents house"

The way he describe the situation made you blush, his vulgar words making your head go faint. The embarrassment coursing through your system was quickly replaced with a deeper desire as the first finger breached your tight cunt. It curled softly almost like he was softly scratching an itch. Your hand removed itself from his crotch, no longer palming his bulge but now pushing his hand further into your cunt. Allowing the flow of your arousal drip down knuckles and further if it didn't run against the saying fabric.

You knew you were making a mess one that everyone would see when you stood up. A stain in the satin fabric as a reminder of your desperate state. Your eyes flicked around looking at the faces at the table, watching their mouths move as the spoke doing anything to avoid the inevitable eye contact of your husband. Leon chuckled at something your dad said, or was it about your current state you weren't sure.

"Any plans for the weekend now Leon's home?" Your mother asked you, breaking your trance. You tugged at his wrist trying to pull him away so you could concentrate, leave the fading orgasm as your punishment for riling him up. Leon ignored you though, instead added another finger, sliding the two digits so they were now knuckle deep. Digging away at that spongy spot inside.

"Not really, I think he just wants to rest" you spoke softly, hiding you mouth behind your hand as you looked at her. She nodded and chuckled, seemingly unbothered as she returned her attention to the meal in front of her. "Well then I suppose he could come round and help your dad with the bike? We could do something as they do that" she offered lifting her head to smile at your husband who now had his head propped up against your shoulder.

Your hand gripped your mouth as he added a third finger, now moving his thumb in inconsistent circles against your clit. Lazy moving, building your release in a frustrating slow manner. "Sure, I'll take a look. It's always good to keep the hands busy whilst I'm resting" he spoke to her, kissing your neck briefly. The continued to plan, talking about something you couldn't focus on. Not when that pressure was set to release, his movements intentional now as he felt your walls hug him, suck him further inside just like do his cock.

Your walls always gripping him with no intention of letting him escaping, giving him no other option but to creampie you. Leon was glad you stopped your own teasing, his stirring cock wasn't far off spilling in his nicest jeans. A waste of his seed, if he had anything to say about it.

He felt you lean back into him slightly, your thighs suffocating his hand before loosening slowly as your orgasm flooded through you. "Good girl" he whispered, placing a kiss against your temple. His fingers never moved, your hand didn't remove itself from its position at his wrist either. "What about you?" You whispered, your free hand returning to ghost his bulge. Leon chuckled, the sound vibrating along your chest.

"Maybe your mum has a blanket we can cuddle underneath tonight as well watch a movie, don't want it to go to waste"

He stated it like it was a fact, that you were foolish for thinking about wasting his spend to the fabric of his boxers and not to your womb. As if it belonged anywhere but deep inside you.

"I think she's got a XL one somewhere"

[bedoballoons]

GENSHIN BOYS WITH A FEM!THIN/UNDERWEIGHT READER???? ive always been rlly thin, so it’s not eating disorder related just a scrawny fem!reader

OOOOOO OKIE!! I've always been thicker myself so I hope I wrote this well! Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy the characters I picked!!

─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤💕⊰─

{༻~Scrawny and cute~༺}

CW: Fem! Reader described as being very thin!, fluffy and sweet!

A/n: First time writing Gaming!! EEE so excited!! Hope I did him justice!!

(Includes: Lyney, Gaming, and Venti!)

𑁍༄Lyney:

You tried to stay perfectly still as Lynette measured you...how had you gotten in this position? You weren't really sure, all you knew was that Lyney was special ordering you a outfit for his next show and he'd asked his sister to measure you, only she seemed a little perplexed with the results. "You're eating right? You make sure to have three meals a day? Maybe even some snacks?"

You raised a eyebrow at her, "Yes of course. Why do you ask?"

She paused for a second, her features not giving any hint to what she was feeling, "Your measurements are just very small, for a second I was worried you might need to eat more."

"Nope, I was actually worried about that at first as well, but I always make food and she eats it. She's just naturally thin, which is exactly why I'm thinking you'll be perfect for the trick I have in mind...if that's alright of course?"

You and Lynette turned your attention to Lyney as he walked up to you, his eyes sparkling with inspiration as you contemplated his request. "Hmm do I get a kiss after the show?"

"As if you wouldn't mon amour~"

𑁍༄Gaming:

"Woah here let me get that for ya!"

"Watch your step, don't want you to fall!"

"Get to safety I'll take care of them!"

You'd heard them a few to many times lately, you knew Gaming was only looking out for you, he was a caring guy and he truly just wanted to make sure you were okay all the time...even if he was being a little to...over protective. Yes you were a bit scrawnier than he was...his claymore probably weighed more then you did, but that didn't mean he had to do everything for you..., "Hey Gaming? You know you don't have to do all that stuff for me right? I can do it just fine I swea-"

"Oh I have no doubts you could, I just figured when I'm with you, you shouldn't have to. Hmm how do I put this...you're one of the most precious things to me, so I want to take care of you." He scratched the back of his neck, a blush creeping onto his cheeks, "Maybe I was over doing it though...sorry. Promise i'll remember that for next time, for now lets enjoy some dim sum!"

𑁍༄Venti:

Venti wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and rested his chin on your shoulder, watching as ran your fingers over the details engraved in his lyre. He'd been teaching you how to play little by little everyday and now you could almost strum a whole song...but it still just didn't sound as good as when he played it, "Venti do you think one day my music will induce feelings like yours does? I want to play you a melody that leaves you feeling calm and happy, just like you do to me."

He smiled softly and kissed your cheek, his embrace growing slightly tighter around your slim waist, "I think one day you will make music that leaves everyone feeling calm and free, you have talent and a beauty even crystal flies would be jealous of."

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words and butterflies fill your stomach...one day. One day you'd play him a tune that explained every feeling just right and then when he held you tightly after, chuckling happily and making a joke about how he hopes he doesn't break you with his hugs...you'd tell him just how much you loved him and it would be the most perfect of days.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧