#this is my fault. i'll do this on my own. i'm sorry
got described as looking like a 'canadian lumberjack physicist' by my brother so. does anybody need an artist
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I could pull off the Hector bellerin mullet #dykechic
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how does one deal with things they would prefer to stay burried and how does one not go for the carotid of a bystander who opened their mouth
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starting to suspect that i am not very good at engaging in open/honest/non judgmental conversations on the internet actually
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Imagine ex-husband Gojo doing things for his new love interests that you begged him for while you were married.
After a joint meeting between the sister schools, you overheard Suguru asking him who he was texting during the meeting.
Satoru replied, "Just letting my date know I'll be a bit late tonight since we ran long here. Todo can yap, huh?"
"Seriously!" Their voices faded as they walked down the hall.
You stood just outside the meeting room watching the corner the disappeared around. If you had to pinpoint the number one reason your marriage failed - more than clan pressure, more than the strain of being young parents, more than back to back to back missions - it would be the fact that Satoru can't communicate for shit.
Part of it wasn't his fault. His brain just didn't work like that. An inconvenient side effect of limitless is that everything makes sense in your head, but it's hard for a person with the gift to explain their thoughts to others.
So the no-call, no-shows to dinners was technically a side effect of limitless, as was his inability to articulate his feelings like an adult or the fact that he would just do things without even telling you there was a problem in the first place.
"Quit doing that with your face, brat." Sukuna emerges from the meeting room. He's out of his Ryomen form at the moment, as he usually is during meetings so that he can actually fit in his chair. "How long are you gonna let what he does affect you?"
"It doesn't!" you insist.
Sukuna rolls his eyes. "If that helps you sleep at night."
Imagine reminding yourself that you can't be mad at him.
You're seeing other people now, too. Hell, you've been divorced for over a decade, it's insanity that you care at all.
It's just. You never doubted his love for you. Not for a second, not even now that your marriage failed and you largely raised your son on your own.
"Mom?"
Maybe your divorce was his motivation to be better. You're not sure. But if he's capable of change, capable of being attentive and communicative, why couldn't he change for you all those years ago?
"Mom."
Could it be that you were his childhood companion and he loved you, but he was never in love with you? Was his love for you less than your love for him?
You hardly notice your son calling out to you until he springs into action. "Mom!" Sen nudges you away from the stove to turn of the burner. When did smoke fill the kitchen? The roux you were trying to make was burnt to a crisp, stuck to the pan and emanating an unpleasant smell.
Sen gently pries your hands off the handle and drops the ruined pan in the sink to soak. Then he makes sure the burner's off before turning to you with a conflicted expression.
He may have inherited a hybrid of both your and Satoru's personal brands of emotional stuntedness, but he could put two and two together between how distracted you've been and the rumors of Satoru dating again - What with it being huge news among jujutsu society (aka power hungry clans with eligible daughters.) Your son had his own complicated feelings regarding his father and as much as he'd prefer Satoru stay away from you, it hurt him to see you like this.
Though, watching you try to keep a stiff upper lip for his sake during the divorce is the reason he doesn't want his father anywhere near you.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart." You wipe your hands on a dish towel. "I wasn't paying attention. Hang tight while I make you something else."
He could kill Satoru right now. But you wouldn't like that, so he won't.
"Mama, I--" He shuts his mouth. You've been protecting him from the details of the divorce his whole life. What did he know about comforting you? But while he may not have been able to protect you then, he can sure as hell try now.
"Mama, why don't I take you out to dinner? My treat."
Imagine that Sen decides he needs to stop having ideas.
He brought you to a local okonomiyaki that you've been going to since he was little to the point where the owners knew you well and liked to give you little extras from the kitchen. Today's treat was a side of pickled radish.
It was your happy little hideaway. Away from jujutsu and clans and curses and your broken home.
Sen insisted on cooking the okonomiyaki for you, saying that, "My treats means I'll take care of everything!" The weak smile you gave him made his heart soar.
You giggle while he jokes around and tells you about school like how Hikari fell asleep for 45 minutes out of an hour long test and still got a better score than him. Hearing about your son and his happy school days always made you feel better.
Sen was ready to give himself a pat on the back for cheering you up when he hears the front bell jungle and a woman's laughter carries over.
"Fancy places are like that, though!" the woman laughs. "They give a bite of food per plate."
Then a familiar voice replies, "Yeah, but it was good, wasn't it? And now we get to fill up at a cute place like this."
Even though he's the one facing the door and not you, the look on your face tells Sen all he needs to know. What breaks his heart is that you've sunk lower into your seat to make yourself smaller.
Sen could kill his father right now.
Hooray, angst!
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okay so what about a werewolf that struggles with cumming too fast, or at least what he considers to be โtoo fastโ, and being extremely embarrassed and ashamed of it. He just cant help chasing his release once he's inside you. the look on his face of him trying to hold himself back, and that look of โfuckk not this againโ when heโs about to cum
reader trying to comfort him afterwards, not revealing that she's secretly reviling in the fact that heโs so desperately turned on by her that he canโt control himself. When heโs trying hard to hold back, she tries to force him over the edge. Like when he needs to take a minute break to stop himself from cumming, she does kegals when heโs still inside and him, making him cum against his will and being extremely embarrassed about it
"I-I'm sorry," your werewolf lover whimpers, his breath still ragged from his orgasm. his cock throbs inside of you as he unloads himself into your vice-like cunt. his knot twitching with needs as it swells, trapping your inside. Werewolves were supposed to have inhuman stamina, but he's lucky if he can last a few minutes inside your pussy.
It's not his fault, the second he pushes the head of his dick into your wet heat he just goes brain-dead. He's not even thinking, his body moves on his own slamming his hips against yours over and over again until he cums, which, again, is usually pretty quick. God help him if you ever try cock warming. He slides inside of you in one motion and not a second later he's babbling about how he can't actually do it, he needs to fuck you and can't just sit there.
"I'll make it up to you I promise- the second my knot goes down-" he doesn't know what he'll do, let you ride his face maybe, if he can't make you cum on his dick he can at least make you cum on his tongue.
"It's fine baby," you say. You'd never admit it, but you love how rough he fucks you, and how he's practically cumming before he's even bottomed out. it's so sexy what you can do to him. You hope that he's telling the truth when he says he's never had this problem before, you hope that your pussy is so good he can't help but cum quick.
It's so hot watching his brain turn off the moment you get his dick out of his pants. He really does fuck you like an animal, just hard and rough until he's shooting ropes inside of you. Maybe it's a bit sadistic, but you like how whiney and pathetic he gets when his head clears and he realizes you didn't get to cum.
"I can cum just like this," You reach down and start toying with your clit, reflexively your walls tightening around the cock half-hard cock still inside of you. His body goes rigid like he just got struck with lightning.
"fuck- don't do that, fucking brat," he snarls, but his growls quickly turn into soft whimpers as you keep flexing around him, your pussy sucking him deeper, if that was even possible.
"gonna cum again, f-fuck I'm going to give you all my cum, I've got so much for you," he whines
"oh no you don't, you don't get to cum twice before I've even finished once. hold it for me, maybe this will help improve your stamina," you snap back, you hold him by the back of his neck and make him look you in the eyes as you cum around his cock. He barely manages to hold on, the second he feels you flutter around him he's spilling a second load of semen into your sweet messy pussy, strings of cum leaking out the edge of his flared knot. he collapses on top of you, blurring his face in the crook of your neck.
"w-was I a good boy?" he asks, speaking directly into your skin,
"very good boy," you assure.
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gorgeous can we get bombshell reader and Spencer May be the first time heโs snappy with her bc heโs stressed and sheโs just so taken aback and May be even tears up? And then just a fluffy ending with Spencer apologizing
thank you for requesting! fem, 2.2k
Spencer Reid is extra kissable when he's frowning. Button up and no suit jacket, sleeves pushed past his elbows and hair on the shorter side, he holds a certain confidence in his hands where they're tucked in his pockets. Sure of himself, and clearly agitated.ย
You're always on his side; you don't think twice about easing into the conference room to see what's wrong.ย
"Hey," you say with a slight lilt to your tone. You're always on his side, and always flirting. "What's wrong?"ย
"Why does something have to be wrong?" he asks.ย
Not mean. Not light. Somewhere in the solid middle, his gaze loyal to the laptop on the desk he stands behind. You step close enough to smell the subtle scent of his cologne, wondering if he can smell your perfume in turn, and if it's one he likes. You try to touch his hand and he takes the desk into his grip instead, leaning forward, out of reach.ย
"That's not what I meant to convey," you say, still flirting. You're not stupid, you realise his mood, but you're hoping it's somebody else's fault. "But if you aren't happy to see me then I'd definitely suggest there was something wrong."ย
"I'm just trying to figure something out."ย
This close, to your own credit, Spencer usually trips up. He's been getting better as you've grown closer, your 'torturing' โas the team likes to call itโ only prompting the occasional blush or stammer. You don't flirt with Spencer to torture him no matter what anyones says and you never have, you flirt with him because he deserves to be complimented. He's andsome, intelligent, and courageous. What others might miss you see in blaring neon lights: he's a catch. You intend on making your intentions known, and if that means playing the long game or the slow burn, that's okay. You like to dance.ย
You put yourself between him and the laptop screen. He can still see it if he cranes his neck, and he does. "You look a little tired, handsome. Looking at a screen all day will hurt you in the end. Neck aches, shoulder cramps, eye strain. Though I can't help with the latter, the formerโฆ" His arm is solid under your hand, your fingertips running along the ridge of a stark vein.ย
He doesn't quite flinch away, but he moves quickly enough to startle you, lamenting, "Could you give me some space, please?"ย
That's all well and good, you rush to do as he's asked and step back because the very last thing you want is to make him uncomfortable and his voice is frankly acidic, but everything is moving too quickly, you're not as aware as you should be โyou smash your hand backwards into a cold cup of coffee and knock it straight into the lap of Spencer's laptop.ย
"No," you gasp, grabbing the cup before the entirety of it can empty. Coffee wells between the keys and you go to grab it toโ well, to do something.ย
"Stop it!" Spencer shouts, voice sharp as a knife. "You always do this," โquieter, venomousโ "you can't help yourself."ย
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I would answer you if I had the time. I'll be busy rescuing my hard drive before an entire month of work is wasted thanks to your dire need for attention."ย
He slips around you and stalks out the door, coffee dripping from the corner of his laptop in a sorry trail that shines in the fluorescent lights.ย
Your first rush of tears are driven by indignation; it was an accident, you didn't mean to do that, why would you ever do that? But the second, more encompassing rush is a hot mixture of shame and guilt. What have you done?ย
You take a hesitant step toward the door but don't bother following him. I'll make things worse, you think, bringing a hand to your face. Makeup marrs your hand as you wipe your cheeks. You stare down at the stains for a long, long time.ย
I'll apologise, you think eventually, rubbing at the mascara like soot on your palm. Just as soon as I look okay again.ย
You don't want Spencer or anyone to see you upset. You wear your makeup and your confidence for yourself, not to hide any insecurity but to embolden yourself, to be yourself. But to get to your desk you'd have to leave the conference room bared as you are, and you'd have to face Spencer, and the second option brings more tears.ย
This is all so messy, and it's your fault.ย
I'm such an idiot. I'm exactly what he thinks of me.ย
You sit in the chair furthest from the door with a pack of tissues from the cubby and rub your hot cheeks dry, streaks of mascara in the shapes of your fingertips like soot left behind. It's sitting that gets you โthe shock of tears at being shouted at by someone you care about amplifies into a distress you can't explain. It's stupid, it's stupid. You press your face into your hands and curl in on yourself at the table, ears ringing. I'm so, so stupid.ย
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The inside of Spencer's lip is bleeding, metallic on his tongue. He's white hot annoyance all the way to Penelope's office, choked as he tells her he needs her help.ย
"Spencer?" she said. "What happened? Are you okay?"ย
He realises what he's done. "Please, Garcia, can you do something? I really need to go."ย
He doesn't hear her response beyond her surprised but emphatic Sure, spinning on his heel to walk back the way he came. He rubs at his temple, moving between a slow trudge and a speed walk as he assesses the damage of what he's said. What did he say? your dire need for attention.ย
Your sniffing is something out of his fucking nightmares. Who does he think he is? You're sitting exactly where he left you next to that half empty coffee cup, a tissue scrunched in your trembling hands, visible in the small glass window of the door. You must be thinking of what he's said to have missed the sound of his footsteps, or perhaps he's left you too upset to want to look up.ย
He sees the moment a sob works through you, watches you hold your breath in a painful effort to keep it down, raising the tissue to your eyes and catching your tears before they fall. You're doing a lacklustre job despite your efforts, the oily shine of mascara iridescent on your cheeks. Or maybe that's tear tracks. It's hard to tell.ย
Spencer fights with himself. He doesn't know if deserves to come running back or if it would be more fair to send JJ or Derek in to comfort you.ย
"You made your bed," his mom would say, not without affection. "You have to lie in it."ย
Spencer squeezes his eyes closed to push away the memory, surveying the damage he's done carefully as he crosses the threshold back into the conference room. Your head lifts at the sound of the door, your stammer visible before you speak, "Spenceโ Spencer. Is your laptop okay? Did I break it? I'm so sorry."ย
Gideon would tell Spencer to be nicer. Hotch would say Reid in that stern shade of voice that's half disapproval and half fondness. They'd both tell him to be better, but neither of them have ever had to see you as you look now, tearstained and sorry, eyes wide with worry but shoulders tense. He has his role models, and yet none of them could possibly give him a way to apologise that could ever make up for they way he's made you feel.ย
Little dramatic, Morgan would say. Start with a hug, loverboy. Can't go wrong with a hug.ย
He should ask but he doesn't, a second transgression against you. Spencer pushes past chair and the sodden circle of carpet to your chair, pausing in case you're going to tell him to shove it. You lick your lips. "Did I break it?" you ask, as though resigned for a yesย ย
He can't temper that amount of self-hatred on you. It doesn't suit you. He much prefers you the way you like to be, confident in everything, flirty and funny and soft, in both touch and touches. He takes your face into a careful hand, tilting it toward the light and weary of your shallow exhale. "Iโฆ" He begins and ends, stroking your tacky cheek with his index finger, as though brushing away an eyelash. If it were real he'd say make a wish, and you would wish for him or some similar sweetness, salacious smile to boot, or earnestness fit to fill a mountain. I wish you'd realise how pretty you are and stop denying me the pleasure of a beautiful boyfriend, you'd croon.ย
His fingers collect at your jaw and slip behind your ear as he cleans your skin with the side of his thumb. You lean into the touch, slashing his hesitancy in two.ย
"Sorry," he says, pulling your head toward his neck gently as he leans down to hold you. "I'm sorry. Don't be upset, please. Don't be upset "ย
"I'm an idiotโ"ย
"No," he says, with the facts to back his denial. "I'm an idiot, I should never have upset you like thisโ"
"I broke your computer, it's just like you saidโ"ย
"I shouldn't haveโ"ย
"โI'm so needy I could've ruined all your hard work," you say, wriggling with guilt like you attempt to pull away.ย
Spencer really doesn't want to let you go now he has you, not until he's sure you'll stay in one piece. "If it's ruined, it's my fault for failing to back it up."ย
He should tell you that he's sorry for what he said. He knew it wasn't right he moment it escaped him, to speak to you like that, and accuse you of what he did. He basically called you selfish, uncaring. He implied it and worse, and for what? An accident? A mis-step that he practically forced you into?ย
"I never should've said that to you," he says, breaking his hug to crouch in front front you, searching blindly for your hand as he holds eye contact, looking up. You deign to frown down. "And I walked away. And you're crying," โhis voice fries with sympathyโ "because of me."ย
Your hand is limp in his. "I'm sorry," he says.ย
"It's okay." You sniffle and nod, lips struggling into a smile.ย
"It's not okay."ย
"Well, I hit your coffee over, so we're even."ย
"You accidentally spilled my drink, you didn't deserve to be mocked."ย
"Spenceโฆ" Your eyes half-lidded, you wince down at the cradle of his hand where it holds yours. "Did I break it?"ย
"I don't know. I got to Garcia's office and I knew I did the wrong thing, so I came back."ย
You swallow audibly. "I just wanted to make you feel better."ย
"I know." He stands again as your eyes well with tears to hug you, kissing the top of your head. "I'm sorry. That was all me, okay? I shouldn't have snapped at you."ย
What follows is agony. Spencer patting your back through a panicked bubble of tears, wretched in knowing he caused it, and worse is the look you give him as he wipes your messed up make up away in want of a mirror, like you're grateful.ย
"Does it look really bad?"ย
"Nโno. You look really pretty," he says.ย
"Are my eyes puffy?"
A little. "No. You look great." He can't apologise anymoreโ it won't help you feel better now, it'll just assuage his own worry. What you need is a different reassurance. "It's hard not looking at you, sometimes, you look that nice. But you know that already."ย
"I don't mean to do that. I didn't mean to."ย
Spencer puts his hand above your heart. "I know you didn't. I really, really shouldn't have said it. I was being cranky and I struck out like a kid."ย
"...You're not just saying I look nice to get back in the good books, are you?" you ask.ย
Spencer leans in, nearly nose to nose with you. "Of course not."ย
You tilt your head as though you might kiss him. He knows you won't and he's delighted anyways. It means you're feeling okay. He's nearly forgiven, or, at the very least, you're not actively upset. "I thought I liked seeing you pissed off, but now I'm not so sure."ย
"It's not a good look on me," he murmurs. "But it looks great on you, if you want to get angry with me."
"Well now I can't. I know it's what you want."ย
"Can I give you a hug?" he asks.ย
You drop all your acts and slide your arms around his neck. He wraps you up slowly, one arm at a time, careful to put all the pressure exactly where you like it.ย
"That feels nice," you mumble.ย
He bends into you and rubs your back. "Yeah?"ย
"Don't," you warn.ย
He draws a shape into your back with his fingers, slow, tiny things that make you squirm. "Don't what?"ย
"You're tickling me." You don't sound unhappy about it.ย
"What?" he asks. "I can't hear you over the sound of me being a huge jackass. Sorry."ย
Your giggle is honey into his shoulder, sticky and sluggish as his circles turn to stars.
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ahh i'm so tired sorry i haven't been really active lately but i promise i'll fix all these stuff up n be well for the new year soon
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"IT WAS MY FAULT" PROMPTS
* ย assorted dialogue for owning up to your mistakes, adjust as necessary
that never should have happened.
i should have listened to you from the start.
this is all my fault.
you can blame me for that.
i was completely out of line.
i screwed up.
i owe you a sincere apology.
that wasn't what i thought would happen.
now you're hurt, and it's all my fault.
will you ever forgive me?
it was an honest mistake.
i didn't mean to hurt you.
that was wrong of me, and i know it.
if only i'd been more careful.
next time, i'll be better.
please forgive me.
how can i make it up to you?
i wish i hadn't done that.
i accept responsibility.
i can't live with myself.
are you going to hold this over my head forever?
i said i was sorry.
i made the mistake of not listening to you.
please don't blame me for everything.
how many times do i have to tell you i'm sorry?
i crossed a line.
not sure what i was thinking.
the words came out wrong.
you deserve better than that.
there were plenty of other options, and i didn't listen.
i wasn't listening!
that's my fault!
i'm the one who got us into this mess.
if it weren't for me, we'd be out of here by now.
this will never happen again.
oh, i learned my lesson.
i'm forever haunted by my mistakes.
will you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?
i'll say i'm sorry until i'm blue in the face.
this wasn't part of the deal.
i never should have listened to them.
i thought i was doing the right thing.
they didn't do anything wrong. i did.
i'm the one you should blame.
i feel so wrong about this.
i didn't mean to hurt you.
be mad at me, not them.
if you want to yell and scream at me, go ahead.
it was an accident.
i don't deserve forgiveness.
if there's anything i can do to fix this, please tell me.
what can i say to make it better?
can you please take me back?
they promised me they wouldn't hurt you.
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miguel o'hara x shy crybaby housewife!reader (p3)
[based off of a request where a kind anon asked me 2 write one where he snapped at her, tweaked it a little bit so he's actually not mad at her but more concerned, it just came off in the wrong way]
tw: mentions of blood and wounds from shards, suggestive bit at the end
miguel whos just gotten out of the nice warm bath you made for him
having put on a tight white shirt and sweatpants, drying his hair when he hears a something breaking in the kitchen followed by a scream
he rushes to the kitchen where his dimensional jump watch is on the ground in pieces, debris all over
and you're kneeling over it, trying to pick up the bigger pieces
"shit!" he yells, kneeling down and surveying the damage. "get away from that!"
"i'm sorry!" you cry, clearly shaken. "i-it was on the table and i hit it with my elbow-"
"i know- please don't- just let me-" miguel tries to gently usher you away, but you shake your head.
"it's my fault," you cut him off. "i'll clean it up-"
"I SAID GET AWAY! THIS COULD EXPLODE SO LET ME FUCKING HANDLE IT, ALRIGHT?!"
it stuns you into complete silence, making you flinch away and lean against the kitchen counter.
miguel sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"sorry." miguel says bluntly without looking up. "just-ย fuck- the last time this happened it broke my nose so don't touch anything-"
he pieces the parts of the watch together, brows furrowing when he sees the tiny projector panel is missing. "what? where's the-"
shaky hands place two broken pieces of the projector panel in his hands
his brows furrow when he sees there are specks of blood on your palms
and he realizes you were trying to fix it on your own :((
he looks up and you're staring up at him with tears in your eyes, your bottom lip wobbling as your breathing quickens and the tears stream down your cheeks.
"i-i'm sorry," you whisper, and his heartย shatters
"amor-"
before he can react you stand up and flee to the bathroom
"oh no," miguel leaves the watch pieces right there on the floor and follows you
he finds you at the sink
running your hands through warm water as you cry quietly
miguel feels immense guilt for yelling at you
he wraps his arms around you from behind as he looks at you in the mirror
"bebita," he whispers. "let me help you..."
you're still looking down, avoiding his gaze, and he sighs, pressing a kiss to your neck.
"bebita, i'm sorry," he mumbled. "i was scared you'd get hurt, i didn't mean to yell at you..."
you sniffle, turning off the tap. "i messed up."
"we all do," he whispers. "i messed up too, you didn't deserve that, you were just trying to help."
you shake your head, turning to face him and showing him your palms filled with cuts. "yeah, n' look what happened."
"you think too lowly of yourself,ย cariรฑo," he lifts you up on the counter, taking the first aid kit from the drawer and fishing out the tweezers, some cotton and some rubbing alcohol.
he presses a kiss to your lips. "i'm not mad at you for this. i want you to know that. i had no right acting like a jackass."
you laugh softly through tears, and he smiles sadly, taking your left hand and looking for your injuries
the next few minutes are completely silent as miguel picks out the tiny shards from your palms
he kisses each palm when he's done, then pours some alcohol on a cotton ball.
"bebita, this might sting a bit. take a deep breath for me."
you start sobbing, and he looks up at you.
"bebita, i haven't even put the alcohol-"
"i'm sorry," you whimper, crying harder, and his heart breaks again.
"amor," he leans in, brushing stray hair away from your face and thumbing at your tears.
"you're very pretty even when you cry, but please don't be sad..."
miguel pulls you into a hug and you let it all out while he shushes you softly, kissing your hair and whispering words of love
patiently waiting for you to come back to him, wiping away your tears and sniffling, looking up at him with a tentative expression.
miguel smiles. "there she is," he mumbles, kissing you sweetly. "nobody's mad anymore, i know you meant well, you always do."
he kisses your nose. "i love you."
"love you too," you whisper, and he smiles.
"do you want to watch a movie with me while i clean you up?"
"mhm."
"your pick, amor. anything you want, anything-"
"can we watch top gun?"
"no."
"but you said it was my choice!"
"anything but that! you know i hate top gun!"
"we watch top gun or im not cooking paella for a month"
"BEBITA POR DIOS!"
you giggle and he sighs.
"fine. you're lucky you're the love of my life... and that i dont know how to cook my own paella."
"how about this?" miguel lifts you up in a princess carry.
"i'll watch top gun with you WITHOUT complaining if you promise to never let me yell at you like that again."
you look at him in confusion. "but-"
"promise me." he whispers.
"okay," you nuzzle into his neck. "i promise."
"good. and remind me to eat you out more often im forgetting how good you taste ;)"
"MIGUEL!!"
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โฐโโค โ desire โข l.n c.l โ x
part nine - part eleven
โช Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.
โช and while there's a lot of things you still need to work on, this is a great start to the new, beter chapters of your life
โช established relationship mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando
โช I think we needed a lil' cute to calm our tits ๐ฅฐ also, absolutely gobsmacked by the love this fic is getting and how involved you all are with it, you guys are seriously the best and I love y'all so much ๐
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y/nusername posted to their story
milliexoxo replied to your story
milliexoxo
someone's getting laid tonight
guessing you're not coming home tonight ๐คช
y/nusername
go back to your coloring book
milliexoxo
wow, okay..I see how it is
no but seriously, are you coming back tonight or are you staying with lando so I can double lock the house lmao
y/nusername
staying in monaco, will be back tomorrow
milliexoxo
nice, I'll see you tomorrow then
have fun and don't do things I wouldn't do ๐
y/nusername
okay mom ๐
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y/nusername
๐ London, United Kingdom
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y/nusername fifty shades of earl grey. ๐ฌ๐ง
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norry4 cute, lando took them to England ๐ญ
milliexoxo talk british to me
milliexoxo not pictured, y/n losing her mind over a bookshop
โณ y/nusername that wasn't a shop, that was heaven.
milliexoxo okay..nerd
landoscar i agree with y/n, every book shop is heaven
yukisan girl stop bullying your mom, we've warned you before ๐ญ
milliexoxo I'm a rebel, I don't listen to no one
y/nusername big imagination for such a little girl
norrizz god I just know zoรซ is getting spoiled by stepdad lando ๐ญ
carlandooo Charles crying in a corner rn
โณ charliecharlie I mean that's his own fault lmfao
carlandooo true ๐
bradleyfewtrell please tell me you met max ๐
โณ landomax I just know millie will bully max relentlessly ๐
bradleyfewtrell and I just know y/n would get along with max and pietra so well!
norrizzlandoo lando and zoรซ ๐ญ๐ญ
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milliexoxo
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milliexoxo your typical tourist on tour.
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maxwellmax lmfao yes max ๐
landonorris โค๏ธ I nodnol?
โณ milliexoxo oh my god you're so funny lando!!!!!!!
norry4 took me a second ๐
landonorizzzz he's taking his annoying stepdad duties seriously ๐ญ
landoscar I feel sorry for the people who don't follow millie and miss out on all this
charlieslec did she just casually expose lando and y/n??
โณ norry4 are you new here? ๐
maxfewtrell but why?
โณ milliexoxo because I can ๐ฅฐ
yukisan are we all just going to ignore the fact that Logan Sargeant is hiding in the likes? Yes? Cool ๐ญ
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y/nusername
๐ Miami, FL
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y/nusername week 6. ๐บ๐ธ
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landonorizzzz aw lando finally made it to the feed normally instead of the soft launch bullshit ๐
charlesgirlies zoรซ ๐ฅบ๐ญ
milliexoxo look at my girlfriend living her best life, floating around โค๏ธ
norry4 are we official? Hellooo can I finally fully unleash thr landoy/n shipper in me?! ๐ฅบ
yourmumsuser my little zoรซ ๐คฉ๐คฉ
chilisainz zoe being the unbothered queen that she is
landonorris my girls โค๏ธ
โณ landoscar SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT UUUUUUUP ๐ญ
yesrislando brb going to take a bath with my toaster
maxmaxmax man's really pulled a max and stole another driver's girl and child ๐
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