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☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere Damian Wayne x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Would He Be As A Husband?

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

Marriage with Damian Wayne is not a fairytale—it’s an obsession disguised as devotion.

From the moment Damian slipped that ring onto your finger, he silently swore to himself that no force in the world—be it man, god, or monster—would ever take you away from him. You are his, and he is yours. Completely.

Damian is the kind of husband who worships you in his own intense, borderline overbearing way. He refers to you as "beloved" in private and "my wife" with a possessive pride when speaking to others. The word "you" leaves his lips like a prayer, filled with reverence and authority all at once.

He memorizes every single one of your habits and preferences. He knows how you take your coffee, the exact temperature you prefer for your showers, the kinds of books you gravitate toward, and even the way your breathing changes when you're upset. It’s all cataloged in his mind so he can anticipate your every need before you even voice it.

Damian rarely lets you out of his sight. Even when he's at Wayne Enterprises or patrolling Gotham as Batman, his mind is constantly on you. He has cameras in the house to check in on you, and you can bet he’s hacked your phone to keep tabs on your location. He tells himself it’s for your safety, but the truth is he can’t bear the thought of not knowing where you are.

You’ve noticed how Damian often hovers. At first, it felt sweet—your husband leaning against the kitchen counter, silently watching as you cook dinner. But after a while, you realize it’s less about affection and more about possessiveness. He watches you like a hawk, as if ensuring you’ll never slip away from him.

Damian is fiercely protective, to the point of paranoia. You’ve never had to lift a finger in defense because he handles every perceived threat with ruthless efficiency. Some guy at work who got a little too friendly? Fired and blacklisted within the week. A stranger who made you uncomfortable in public? Let’s just say they’ll think twice before crossing anyone again.

He insists on walking you everywhere, hand firmly clasped around yours. When you protest, he coolly reminds you, "The streets of Gotham are not safe, beloved. Allow me this privilege."

Damian is terrifyingly romantic in the most intense, Damian Wayne way possible. He fills your home with rare flowers imported from across the globe, but you’ll find out later he had the entire shipment rerouted because he didn’t want anyone else to have them. He writes poetry about you in Arabic, his handwriting bold and precise, and hides the pages in places he knows you’ll find them.

Arguments with Damian can be draining because he does not let go. He won’t shout or lose his temper, but he will dissect the situation until you either agree with him or admit defeat. And if you try to storm off mid-fight? Good luck. He’s faster, stronger, and determined not to let you leave unresolved.

His softer moments are almost disarming. You’ll catch him staring at you when you’re reading or brushing your hair, and he looks so boyish and in love that it takes your breath away.

Damian is obsessed with physical contact. Whether it’s his hand resting on the small of your back, his arm draped over your shoulders, or his fingers intertwined with yours, he’s always touching you. It’s both grounding for him and a subtle way to remind himself—and everyone else—that you’re his.

Your wardrobe slowly changes under Damian’s influence. He loves seeing you in luxurious silks and soft cashmere, claiming you deserve only the finest. He buys you dresses and jewelry that scream wealth and power, though he always insists that nothing could ever truly compare to your beauty.

He doesn’t tolerate secrets between you two—at all. If you’re upset, he’ll press and press until you spill your feelings, his voice gentle but firm. And if you ever lie to him? He’ll know instantly. He won’t get angry, but his silent disappointment will cut deeper than any words ever could.

Damian spoils you to the extreme, but there’s an undertone of control in it. He doesn’t say it outright, but you know he expects a certain level of reciprocation: your attention, your love, your time.

When he sleeps (if he sleeps), his arm is always around your waist. If you ever wake up in the middle of the night and try to leave the bed, he’ll instinctively pull you back, murmuring, “Stay with me, habibti.”

Despite his obsession, Damian loves you deeply and wholeheartedly. In his own way, he truly believes he’s doing what’s best for you—protecting you, cherishing you, making you feel adored. And in those quiet, tender moments when he presses a kiss to your forehead and whispers how much you mean to him, you can’t help but believe it too.

But deep down, you know: Damian doesn’t just love you. He owns you. And he will never let you go.

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What happens if you pull their tail softly while making out? Avatar headcanons

Characters: Jake Sully, Neytiri, Norm, Tsu’tey

Warnings: mature themes, suggestive content and I don’t know what else.

NSFWish under the cut!

Jake Sully

This man in horny as hell, so making out is literally your daily routine.

If you ever dare to pull his tail softly, at first you will hear him moan. Probably will become putty in your hands. He is sooo desperate for that feeling.

He literally will beg you every time to pull his tail after that. And you will do it or he will beg with his lip quivering.

Whiny Jake at 100%

Instead of asking, sometimes his tail will move around you, waiting to be caught.

This man will love it. And pulling his tail will lead to a sex session instead of just make out.

Neytiri

Ngl at first you will get hissed at, maybe she wasn’t expecting it, maybe it surprised her.

She will eventually like it. She will move her tail close to you while making out, letting you know that you should do it again.

I don’t make the rules, she moans, really softly with it. Almost a whine.

That gets her going and usually gets the make out sesión not the next level.

Not her favorite thing but she does enjoy it very much.

Norm

He will be pretty surprised, even as an avid Avatar user, this new sensations catch him off guard.

Probably really flustered about it, even a little bit of stutter.

“Ba-babe! Why you do that?” Really whiny

Secretly loves it.

Doesn’t ask you to stop, but he will act as if it is offensive.

He gets fidgety with his tail more often, knowing that if you see him you’ll play too. He is just trying to “innocently” make you play with his tail without him having to say it.

Tsu’tey

He hissed loud af at first. Like, this man’s instinct of fight or fight (fight or flight isn’t in his vocab) is always alert.

Having something so intimate as a make out session with you makes him fill vulnerable. So at first he just gets startled.

Then he likes it. “Do it again” he demands, his kisses, stronger but gentler.

Do as he says, just DO IT. He is a whiny baby, behind that tough guy facade. Deep down, there is a whiny touch-starved baby.

Pull his tail once and he will plan on mating you.

Not Over Yet

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: In the heat of a painful argument, you declare that your relationship with Max is over, leaving him desperate to hold on.

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The deafening silence of the Monaco apartment was suffocating. The echoes of the fight still rang in the air long after the words had been spoken. Max sat on the edge of the couch, his fingers gripping the fabric so hard his knuckles were white. You stood across the room arms wrapped tightly around yourself, as if trying to hold everything together.

“We’re over, Max.” The words hung heavy in the room, each one feeling like a stone dropped into a deep well.

He looked up, his blue eyes wide with shock and disbelief. “What?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper, as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

You turned away from him, unable to face the hurt in his eyes. The hurt that mirrored your own. “I said, we’re done. I can’t—” You struggled to keep your voice steady. “I can’t keep doing this.”

The argument had started hours ago—something small, something insignificant that had spiralled out of control like it always did these days. The never-ending travel, the constant pressure. You knew what you were signing up for when you fell for him, but lately, it felt like everything else in your life had taken a backseat. There were always missed dinners, cancelled plans, and nights where you felt like the third wheel to his love affair with the track.

Max’s eyes hardened for a moment, his pride kicking in as he stood up and paced the length of the living room. “You think I don’t give enough to this relationship?” He snapped, his voice rising. “I work my ass off every day, trying to make sure we have everything. I’m always thinking of you, even when I’m on the track. I—”

“It’s not about the money or the success, Max!” you interrupted, your voice breaking. “It’s about us. About how I feel like I’m always second to everything else in your life. Like I’m not as important.”

Max stopped in his tracks, his back to you as he exhaled sharply. He raked a hand through his tousled hair, trying to calm his emotions. “That’s not fair,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, but still laced with frustration.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling the tears threatening to spill over. “What’s not fair is me feeling alone when you’re standing right next to me.”

He turned to face you, the anger in his eyes replaced with something softer. But it was too late. You couldn’t bear to look at him any longer. The weight of your decision pressed down on your chest, and you took a deep breath before you spoke again.

“We’re over,” you whispered. The finality in your voice made it feel real. “We have to be.”

Max’s face went pale. He took a step toward you, but stopped himself his hands twitching at his sides. He looked at you, really looked at you, for what felt like the first time in weeks. “You…you don’t mean that.”

“I do.” You choked on the words as soon as they left your lips. You didn’t mean it. Not really. But you couldn’t keep living in the shadows, couldn’t keep pretending like everything was fine when it wasn’t.

Max’s heart hammered in his chest the fear of losing you clawing at his throat. He had faced impossible races, gut-wrenching crashes, the pressure of the world’s expectations—but nothing compared to the panic that gripped him now. The thought of losing you, of truly being without you, was something he couldn’t handle.

He shook his head slowly, refusing to accept what you were saying. “No. No, we’re not over.”

You blinked back the tears, confused by the certainty in his voice. “Max, you can’t just—”

“I’m not letting you go,” he interrupted, his voice firm but low, almost pleading. “I know I’ve been…distracted. I know I haven’t been there the way I should. But you don’t get to decide we’re done. You can’t just give up on us. Not like this.”

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, neither of you moved. The apartment felt too small, too full of emotions that neither of you could control.

You felt your defences crumbling, your heart aching at the sincerity in his voice. But the hurt was still too raw. “It’s not that simple, Max.”

Max closed the distance between you in a few quick strides, his hands coming up to gently cup your face, forcing you to look at him. His touch was warm grounding you in a way only he could.

“Listen to me,” he said, his voice softer now, desperate. “I know I’ve made mistakes. But I love you. You. You’re not second to anything. You never were. I’m an idiot for making you feel that way, but please…please don’t give up on us.”

You wanted to believe him, wanted to let the walls you had built around your heart crumble. But the fear was still there—the fear that things wouldn’t change, that this would be your life forever, always wondering if you were enough.

Max’s thumb gently brushed away a tear that had slipped down your cheek, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hope. “I can’t lose you,” he whispered, his voice cracking just slightly. It was rare to see Max like this, so raw, so open.

You closed your eyes trying to steady your breathing, trying to find the words to say. “Max, I just… I don’t know if I can keep going like this.”

He pulled you closer his forehead resting against yours as he took a deep, shaky breath. “Then tell me what to do. Tell me how to fix it. I’ll do anything.”

His words were sincere, and you could feel the desperation in his voice. It wasn’t like Max to beg, to be so vulnerable, and it only made your resolve weaken further.

“I don’t want us to be over,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I don’t want to feel like I’m always competing for your attention either.”

Max pulled back slightly, his hands still gently holding your face as he looked into your eyes. “You’re not competing. I love what I do, but I love you so much more. There’s no competition.”

It was the first time he had ever said it so clearly, so bluntly and it took your breath away.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “I forgot about what really matters. You. Us. I swear to you, I’ll do better. I’ll make time for us.”

His sincerity was undeniable, and for the first time in a long time you felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe things could change. Maybe you could find a way to make it work.

You let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch. “I don’t want to lose you either Max.”

Relief washed over his face and he pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you like he was afraid you might slip away if he let go. “You won’t. I promise you won’t.”

For a long moment you stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms the weight of the fight slowly lifting as you both began to breathe a little easier. The future was still uncertain, and there would be more challenges ahead, but for now you were both willing to try.

And for the first time in a long time, it felt like the two of you were on the same team.

Max pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against your forehead. “We’re not over,” he said softly, as if he needed to hear it out loud.

You nodded, resting your head against his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart. “We’re not over.”

Off limits || C.S

Dark Carlos sainz x Lando Norris girlfriend reader

Warnings- dark Carlos, forced kissing, manipulative behaviour, obsessive behaviour, kidnapping

Summary— his bestfriends girl, you were off limits to him yet that won’t stop him from having you.

He felt sick, his stomach twisting and convulsing uncomfortably watching the girl he knew was made to be his wrapped in the arms of another man. His bestfriend to be exact.

His grip on his cold beer tighten watching Lando whisper things in your ear making you blush and giggle like a little school girl, at first Carlo wasn’t going to come to the party the drivers were having yet he decided it’s time he makes you his, Lando be dammed.

His patience finally ran out, his fingers were twitching to pull you away from Lando and into his arms where you belong.

He perked up seeing you wander outside after whispering in Lando ear saying you wanted fresh air denying his offer to go with you.

You sigh greedily breathing in the clean fresh air, the room was getting stuffy being in between all the sweaty people. It was making you feel suffocated, you never liked going out but since being with Lando who was a social butterfly, he got you out of your comfort zone and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“ you know how dangerous it is out here for a beautiful girl like you carino?” You jump hearing a deep voice, yet the tension leaves your body seeing this just Carlo, your boyfriend’s bestfriend who was always nice to you.

“ just had to get fresh air” you smile kindly at him yet he didn’t seem happy but your response. “ if you were my girl I would of never let you go out here alone where you could get hurt, I’ll would keep you in my arms safe and sound. Let’s be honest sweetheart you deserve a man not a little immature boy like Lando” Carlos tells you backing you against a wall.

You gulp, Carlo put his arms on the brick wall on either sides of your head, trapping you. You felt nervous and uncomfortable, all you wanted to do was run into lando’s arms never leaving them.

“ you don’t know how hard it was to watch you smile and give affection to that little boy, when it should be me” you hissed, his nose brushed against yours. His Brought his pointer finger up and caressed your bottom lip jutting it.

“ god your so beautiful mi Amore,” he says, you had to get out of his embrace right now or you were going to faint from how scared you were right now.

You kneed him in the stomach making him drop with a deep groan, you make a run for the door to go back into the party yet you didn’t make it far, he grips your ponytail, yanking it making you fall back to him. You moan in pain from the harsh stinging pain from his strong grip.

“ now, now sweetheart, that was bad” he pins you to him, “ let me go you sick prick!” You yell, he quickly covers your mouth, “ be quiet you little brat!“ he growled in your ear.

You whine feeling a sharp pinch in your neck only to see he has injected you with something, you could guess it was a sleeping drug feeling your body lose all its strength.

“ that’s it baby, go to sleep than we’ll be home when you wake”. You feel him graze your temple with soft kisses before you fall into a bliss of darkness.

the Menendez brothers are making me re-think about my choice of career… like I’m out here going for a major in theatre but now I’m thinking, what if I study law instead?? I’ve gotten into plenty of arguments about their case. And I’ve defended them like if my life depended on it. :))))))

if they were women, they’d be out already but according to society, men can’t be victims of abuse too, so their story in unbelievable. The justice system is bs.

Guys! Clark has started to invade too!!! Anyway, today I was thinking about Smallville Clark Kent (personal go to when thinking about the character) with a new neighbor from the city...

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Clark Kent: Who sees you by the fence, petting his family's horses, and doesn't recognize you, which is odd because he recognizes everyone in such a small town.

Clark Kent: Who quickly realizes from the way you dress to the lack of an accent that you're not just new in town, but from some larger city that probably has apartment buildings with more tenants than the entire town has people.

Clark Kent: Who brushes off your apology for petting the horses, which you'd only done because you've never seen any in real life and couldn't resist how sweet they looked.

Clark Kent: Who watches you insist on going home to unpack instead of keep talking, but runs into you at school the next day and offers to show you around.

Clark Kent: Who you offer a ride home in your car as a thank you for being an extremely patient tour guide.

Clark Kent: Who accepts, under the condition that you let him show you the town too and when you tell him you pretty much have with how small it is, shakes his head and tells you there's a lot of places people don't know about aside from him or a few other kids.

Clark Kent: Who not only shows you his favorite places the next time you're both free, but also says he would be glad to teach you to ride, if you ever wanted.

Clark Kent: Who is thrilled when you take him up on it and spends several hours on a trail with you at a calm pace, keeping close in case anything suddenly spooked your horse. Although they were incredibly good horses so there weren't any problems.

Clark Kent: Who was fascinated by watching you slowly get more accustomed to the town—wearing clothes that were from a local boutique instead of a designer brand, engaging in the rather silly but beloved town traditions, even cutting off some of the friends from the city who you realized weren't really your friends at all after they once visited and immediately started making fun of Clark and his friends.

Clark Kent: Who was surprised at first, when you showed up at his family's door one day asking to help with the animals, but quickly got used to you coming over to help him feed or bathe them, which you claimed was your way of thanking him for the riding lessons but he suspected you just wanted an excuse to be with the animals.

Clark Kent: Who knew you'd fit in with his friends after they got over their own prejudice of you being rude or pretentious because you're from the city and likes hanging out with you with them but likes it just as much, maybe more, when everyone leaves and you're able to stay a bit longer in the barn.

Clark Kent: Who leans out the window next to you, enjoying the breeze as the sun sets and tells you he's glad you moved to Smallville.

Clark Kent: Who sees you shudder from the cold and instantly wraps his jacket around you, conveniently ignoring your blushing cheeks in case he was misreading the situation.

Clark Kent: Who still carefully tucks a piece of hair out of your face—while the voice in head screams not to ruin things—just to see it better and wets his lip while staring at yours.

Clark Kent: Who leans in slowly, waiting for the moment you'd slap him and walk out for daring to try something with you, but only sees you leaning in too.

Clark Kent: Who kisses you for the first time while you're in the barn, wearing his jacket, but promises himself then and there that it wouldn't be the last.

ʚïɞ "the sweet life" FC43

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✧₊⁺ franco colapinto x maria amelia rodriguez (female!oc)

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summary: in witch franco and maria are finally living the good life and they know how to enjoy it.

warnings: just the sweetest couple ever, cursing, some pda/making out sessions, just sad i couldn't write all their dialogs in spanish but i kinda did get a bit carried away. characters celebrating minor things like we do. there's two languages written in this and none is my native language so take it easy, i tried my best. hope you like it.

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Maria watched as her boyfriend exited the blue car, trying to stay calm and remove her big headphones with ease. Her purse was left somewhere in the box,  her focus was entirely on him. She looked around, trying to find any reason not to run to him.

But she couldn't resist. Just as he was about to take off his helmet, she sped up, a big smile spreading across her face as he opened his arms. It was like nothing else mattered.

"Vamos, bebéééé! P7!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Dios mío, I can't believe this is our life now!"

"It is, baby. Best believe." he laughed, lifting her off the ground and shaking her playfully.

"You're amazing! You're the greatest! Look at you!" Maria continued to praise him, back on the floor now and holding his face between her hands. "¡Te quiero muchísimo! ¡Muchísimo! I can't wait for the race tomorrow."

"Just imagine how I feel!" he said before pecking her lips, smudging it a little in their shared joke. They had so many of these.. "Te quiero mucho más, princesa. Thank you for being here."

They went way back. Back to middle school, when Franco would tear himself apart to keep everything together. Their love had only grown stronger with time. It survived the distance when he moved to Europe for his shot, until she turned sixteen and joined him two years later. All the homesickness and challenges they faced together only strengthened their bond.

Celebrating his win felt like celebrating her own, squeezing in between her college life. Everyone in the Williams box knew that having Franco meant having Maria; they were inseparable.

So it was no surprise when he carried her back inside the box, bouncing her around like she weighed nothing before dropping her on one of the couches.

"We're celebrating tonight, huh? Let me talk to the team, and we'll set it up." he said, giving her one last kiss before messing up her hair and turning away to celebrate with the team.

It had been too long since Williams dragged a car into P7, and if you asked Maria, she'd say only Franco could take it there. It was amazing to watch the team celebrate and fool around, before the excitement cooled down and they headed back to their accommodations. It was only a matter of time until the door was locked and Maria was in her boyfriend's arms, pressed between him and the wooden door.

"When you said celebrating..." her hands roamed over his torso, her words whispered against his lips with a little smirk.

"That's exactly what I meant," Franco smiled, his hands pinning her by the waist as he pulled her in for a real kiss.

Her hands slipped around his neck, fingers brushing against his skin and into his soft curls, while his hand moved gently to her cheek, sending shivers up her spine. The room was silent except for their shared breaths, the adrenaline from Q3 qualy  still pumping. In the privacy of that small space, the kiss grew more heated, like they could become one at any moment. It was a kiss that spoke of celebration and the quiet comfort of knowing they belonged to each other, no words needed.

When he started to explore her covered skin, their breaths becoming more labored, Maria chuckled at how strong she was about to be, stopping him from pulling her Williams shirt away.

A whine and a frown from her boyfriend; she almost gave in.

"Bebé... You're racing tomorrow, you need to rest," she said, holding his chin softly as he leaned into her touch, resting his head on her hand. "Don't give me those eyes! I'm taking care of you!"

"I can't believe you're doing this to me," he sighed. "I mean... I can lay back and let you do all the work! I swear to God, Maria."

"No, mi amor. No way. You qualified P7 today, I can't let that go to waste. You're laying back and sleeping, sir. Let's go shower," she said, patting his chest and waiting for him to turn around so she could follow him.

"A quickie, then?"

"Franco, no!"

"Ese, try this one. I swear it's delicious," Franco approached Maria with a plate full of small dishes he'd gathered for them to taste.

"What is this? Is this a shrimp? You know I hate shrimp!" she dodged the food he held close to her mouth, Franco insisting as he got closer.

"Mi amoooor... It's delicious! There's bacon, you'll like it!"

"The things you make me do, Jesus Cristo." she rolled her eyes, closing them so she wouldn't see the shrimp going into her mouth.

"Tell me. Delicious, huh?" Franco looked at her expectantly, celebrating with a silent "yes!" once she made a surprised face. "See!? I told you! Now try this one, this one you'll like. It's sweet, something with chocolate. Hold it."

"You guys are funny."

"Ai, Alex! Don't do that!"

Albon laughed as he came across the room to grab some water, watching the couple while they focused on chewing. They were at the Williams accommodation in the paddock, with food and beverages served before the race and that is something they always knew exactly how to act around. Free food is free dood, no matter if you’re a teenager trying life in another continent or a good surprise in Formula One.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you guys were so distracted." the Thai driver said, still laughing. "Lily was asking me about you, and I didn't know the answers... How long have you guys been together?"

"Eight years and four months," Franco answered, taking his teammate by surprise.

"Eight years? Eight? Aren't you like... Twenty? You've been dating for eight years? You guys are married!" Alex almost spilled his water.

"She's twenty, I'm twenty-one," Franco began to explain. "We were thirteen when we first kissed and never let each other go. Take notes."

"Wow, wow! That's why you guys are so close! That’s crazy! It must be amazing growing up together like that."

"It is," Maria smiled. "Through the best and the worst. My best buddy." It was easy for them to declare their love, just as it was for her arms to wrap around his waist.

"Uh- tooth-rotting sweet. I hate you guys," Alex pretended to be annoyed. "And marriage? Do you guys think about it?"

"My girlfriend in white? Of course I do," Franco said, hugging her tightly. "I'm securing my seat, and then we'll think about it. She's also graduating, so... We've got time."

The truth is, they could spend a lifetime talking about their relationship, and Alex seemed genuinely interested. They talked about their plans for a modest house back home, a big backyard, and children. They were still young, enjoying the present while dreaming about the future. Alex found it amazing how excited they were for the next steps, yet so calm and happy living day by day, enjoying the small things like expensive food, big hotel rooms, fans screaming Franco's name, and the thrill of being recognized in the mall. Just sweet and pure, that’s what they are.

“¡Cállate la boca, Dios mío!”

Maria giggled beneath the fluffy blankets, pretending to still be asleep. Birthdays had always been a special kind of game between them, an unspoken contest to outdo each other with surprises. Was it a real competition? No. But it was theirs, a tradition that filled their lives with joy and spontaneity.

On Franco’s last birthday, she had convinced him she wouldn’t be able to make it. He was still racing in Formula Two then, fresh off the Monaco GP, only to have her show up at the motorhome with a cake in hand and a parade of drivers ready to celebrate his 21st.

Today, it was her turn. Half-awake, she assumed he might have rallied a few familiar faces; after all, back-to-back races left little time for elaborate plans. But the sleepy haze couldn’t explain why she heard voices speaking rapid Spanish in the next room.

“Bebé, I’m coming in. Hope you’re dressed.”

A small smile tugged at her lips as the door creaked open. Before she could process it, Franco walked in holding a cake, flanked by her mother and little brother, both bursting into song.

“¡Cumpleaños feliz, cumpleaños feliz, te deseamos todos, cumpleaños feliz!”

Her eyes welled with tears at the sight, lips trembling with emotion. “Alright, now you caught me off guard,” she laughed, voice thick. “Hola, mamá. ¡Vos extrañé tanto!” She hurried out of bed, pulling them into a hug so tight it almost toppled them over.

“Hey! ¿No me extrañabas, Pinón?” her brother joked, tugging her hair until she leaned down to wrap him in a proper embrace.

“Feliz cumple, hermanita. Te quiero mucho, y más ahora que estoy volando para los GPs.”

“Te quiero muchísimo también, Pinónzito. Gracias, Fran. No sabía que vendrían.” She turned to Franco, who stood there with a smile that matched the warmth in his eyes. Leaning in, she kissed him lightly. “Te quiero taaanto, mi amor. Gracias, de verdad.”

“El mínimo para ti,” he whispered with a grin, stealing another quick kiss. “Now, let’s cut this cake. We’ve got a full day ahead, and I’m starving.”

“Jesús,” Franco said, a hint of disbelief in his voice as he stepped behind Maria, her beach bag slung over his shoulder. They boarded the yacht, its polished deck gleaming under the sun.

“Did we peak in life, or…” he teased, eyes sweeping over the stunning seascape.

“We peaked life.” she said with a playful glint, spinning around and looping her arms over his shoulders. “And you know what? I wouldn’t want any of this without you.”

He looked at her, eyes roving her features like a map he knew by heart, hands resting comfortably at her waist. It was the kind of touch that spoke of familiarity and time.

“I think we’re here because it’s us. I wouldn’t do any of this without you,” he replied, a declaration wrapped in simplicity, the weight of his love implied in every word. “I can’t believe I got this lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one, mi amor. You’re going places, and I’m the one who gets to stand by your side.”

They were both right. They’d grown together, woven into each other’s achievements, dreams, and futures. She was on the cusp of finishing law school, and he was rising higher in motorsport. It was their shared success — a partnership that went beyond love.

“If I’m going places, you’re going with me. Wherever we go.” His eyes held a brightness that felt almost tangible. “Te quiero, Maria. I really do.”

“Te quiero mucho,” she replied, eyes crinkling with emotion as they leaned in.

The yacht rocked gently beneath them as the sea stretched out infinitely. The sun, now lower on the horizon, turned the sky into a masterpiece of warm oranges and soft pinks. His dark hair caught the sea breeze, and her curls shimmered as they met, caught between the golden glow of day’s end and the promise of tomorrow.

They kissed, a connection steeped in years of love, laughter, whispered dreams, and shared victories. It spoke volumes of what they were — two parts of a whole, with an unbreakable bond.

In that perfect moment, surrounded by the sea’s vastness and the sky’s splendor, they had everything. The taste of salt on their lips, the warmth of each other’s touch, and the absolute certainty that home was here, in their embrace.

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Hello I would like to request some smut for dark max . For example she is trying to leave him but he does not let her also some breeding kink .

Forever tied to him || M.V

Dark max Verstappen x reader

Warnings— dark max, smut, breeding, forced pregnancy, impact play , toxic relationship, max is paranoid, dom/sub, unprotected sex

Summary: max is very paranoid that your gonna leave him, but much to his horror he’s not being paranoid cause you do try to leave him and he can’t have that, so he traps you.

Max worse fear is you leaving him, but his worse, worse fear is him being right that you were going to leave him.

That’s why he has you here now, laying naked face down on the bed with your ass tinted red and painted with Max’s handprint.

He’s gonna make sure you never leave him or have thoughts of leaving him ever again.

He’s glad he got out of his jeans cause his boxers are straining down from his bulge wanting to break out, he can’t imagine how uncomfortable it would feel with his jeans still on.

His member only grows more hearing you whimper as his hard collides with your ass harshly again, leaving it a sting that you wish didn’t make you wet.

“ oh look at this gushing needy little pussy” he chuckles deeply as one of his hands swipe over the area that wants to be touched instead of your ass. You squirm as his finger grazes your little bud as max pulls his hand back and looks at his hand glistening with your arouse, “ well look at that, I wonder…” he trails off before he firmly slaps your pussy making you shriek suprisingly at the pleasure surching through your body.

“ oh you like that, little filthy slut?” He mockingly cooes as he does it again watching with amusement as you jump and moan. He does it a couple more times before the need to feel you becomes to much.

He strips from his boxers and gets in between your legs before pulling you so your back is firmly pressed against his chest. Your legs shake from the stimulation you just had that almost made you came but feeling Max’s large member against your socking pussy made you clench.

“ I’m gonna make you regret at all the negative thoughts you have had about our relationship” he growls in your ear as his hand grips your neck to pin you against him.

Before you could blink he slams into you, groaning as you got to time to get use to it as he repeatedly thrusts into you deeply that you could feel it in your womb.

“ gonna f-fill you with my babies so you can-can fuck, never leave” he grunts, if the pleasure wasn’t making you dizzy you would of tried to pull away, not that he would let you.

“ ohhh max! Please, please” you mindlessly beg as your release creeps up, max smirks breathlessly as his nears as well. He sinks his mouth on your neck, marking the skin messily making you moan louder.

He groans as you clench on him, “ imma cum, cum in you and fill you til the brim”.

He bottoms out and cums deep in you as you pant, “ oh fuck” he growls animalistically.

He buries his head in your neck kissing it softly as he regains his senses, you whimper not having cum yet. He drops you softly and turns you around, your glassy eyes met his now soft blue eyes, “ oh schatz, you don’t deserve to cum but I can’t leave my princess suffering” he pouts.

He softly rubs your puffy red pussy making you whine as he does it softly but firm, you feel your orgasm building up again as the need to cum grows stronger.

“ you gonna cum? Yeah? Cum for me baby” he cooes as he rubs faster making you release with a whiny moan, chest rising uneven.

As you close your eyes, focusing on calming down from your high he eyes your stomach with hope. Hoping that you get pregnant and knows it’s high that you will as he has been switching your pregnancy pills with sugar fake pills.

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“ daddy can’t wait to meet you, so can’t your mommy” Max whispers lovingly against your round stomach as you gulp nervously.

Max obsessed with your round stomach and full tits almost as obsessed with you he is, he got all that he wanted. You, and you pregnant with his child but now seeing how breath taking you look pregnant, he can’t help but want to get you pregnant with his child as soon as his first born is born.

"In shock" - Joel Miller x Fem Reader

Angst & Comfort

Word Count: 643

While traveling through an abandoned department store, an infected attacks Y/n, and Joel does his best to assure her that everything is okay.

Travelling through major cities was hell, to say the least, and there were few things Y/n hated more than doing so. Her survival skills paled compared to Joel’s, so she was always terrified of something happening to her, considering that there was nothing much she could do to fight off an infected. Yes, he had tried to teach her how to shoot a gun, and she was fine when it was just the two of them practicing, but once the real thing happened, she’d freeze, terror running through her veins.

Everything had gone fine so far; however, Y/n wasn’t sold as she walked with Joel through an empty department store. It was too quiet, and she couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something was watching them in the shadows. Their flashlights only shone so far, and the magnitude of the location made it extremely difficult to notice every hiding spot where something could pop out.

Y/n wasn’t too far behind Joel, but she had slowed down slightly, taking in everything around her, probably too intently. On the other hand, he was more focused on getting out of there quickly, so he was prepared to deal with something if it popped up, but he hoped they’d be in and out of there fast enough that they wouldn’t have to.

The woman paused for a moment when she heard a noise to the left of her. When she turned her head, she locked eyes with an infected who was not an advanced case of cordyceps.

“Joel! Help!” Y/n screamed, her feet doing their best to get her away from the danger, however, she wasn’t fast enough, and within a couple of seconds, the infected threw her to the ground.

Her screams echoed through the building briefly until Joel’s gun sounded, and the infected fell to the ground beside her, its body still slightly twitching. After shooting it one more time, he quickly ran over to Y/n, who was lying on the ground, with tears streaming down her face.

“J-J-Joel,” the woman stuttered, only able to take short, panicked breaths, practically hyperventilating.

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re okay,” Joel reassured, looking at her body to ensure she hadn’t been bitten during the encounter.

He sighed in relief when he didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, before scooping her up in his arms and pulling her close to his chest. Joel’s hand immediately cradled the back of Y/n’s head and held her body tight, hoping to stop the woman from shaking as much as she was.

“It’s going to be okay now, baby, deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth,” he spoke softly, tenderly kissing the top of her head. “Everything’s going to be alright, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“D-Did it g-get me?” she asked, looking up at the man with red glossy eyes and worry prominent on all her features.

“No, it didn’t. I already checked, you’re clean,” he responded, looking at her with nothing but the truth behind his eyes.

She nodded in confirmation and swallowed hard, some relief showing on her face as some of the shock wore off. Joel took the pad of his thumb and wiped away some of the tears staining her face, before kissing her on the cheek sweetly.  

“Are you okay, too?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows, scanning his face to try and get an answer early.

“Yeah, I’m completely okay. It didn’t get close to me,” he replied, sending her a small smile to try and make her feel better.

“Okay, good, I love you so much, Joel,” she told him, and this time she wrapped her arms around the man tightly, not wanting to let go.

“I love you, too, baby,” Joel responded, his body instantly feeling less tense at the sensation of her body pressed against his.

╰┈➤Day 14: Vaginal Virginity || FA14 x Stroll!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, age gap, taking of virginity, virgin!reader, yearning, corruption kink , fingering, orgasm denial, talk of overstimulation Wordcount: 1.2k

She was so pretty, but so young

Fernando loved it when Lance's sister came with him to the Grand Prix. She was just so lovely and innocent, but she was way too young for him, besides, he wouldn’t sit right with Lawrence if he found out he was screwing his daughter

He just couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She was so pretty to look at it almost hurt

It also didn't feel right that he knew she was a virgin, but he also kinda loved it, knowing that if he ever did get into her pants that he would have been the only one doing so

I had been a good weekend for them both. They had both finished above p10, both getting points for the team and themselves

The whole team had a little after party for themselves, celebrating their drivers finishes

They were all gathered in a nearby club where there weren't a lot of people so it could be just them

She looked so fucking beautiful. She had put on a new dress that cupped her curves just right, showing her body under her clothes, yet her eyes were incredibly innocent

He just wanted to fuck the innocence out of her. Wanting to hear her scream his name as she comes around him, wanting to she her squirm from overstimulation as he continues to fuck her after she comes

He was pulled out of his thoughts when she sits down beside him in the small booth

"Congratulations. You did good today" She smiled, highlighting the colour of her eyes

"Thank you, couldn't have done it without the pretty girl in the garage" This was normal, their flirting, and neither her dad or Lance minded it, as long as it didn't get to heated

"A pretty girl for a pretty man" She said, chuckling slightly, feeling the alcohol in her body

He blushed slightly at the hidden compliment, as well feeling the alcohol in his blood, it was giving him a confident boost

"You would be even more pretty with my hands on your body, hermosa" He leaned in, lips close to her ear, his words making her whole body freeze, wondering if she misheard him

"Well, as previously stated; I'm a virgin, but I'm also a visual learner" She said, turning her head towards him, lips almost touching as she did so

Her sudden confident startled him slightly, but it made her 10 times more hot in his eyes. His hands were suddenly clammy from sweat, wanting his hands on her body so fast

His hands were roaming her body as she was pressed up against the hotel door, lips against his in a wet and sloppy kiss

His lips trailed down to her neck, hands on her thighs, pushing her dress up above her waist, revealing her panties

"Nando… Please" Her hands were tangled in his hair as her hips bucked, searching for any kind of affection to her core

"Hermosa, are you sure? You can back out if you want" He pulled away from her neck, looking her deeply into her eyes, searching for any kind of regret

"Please, i want this" Instead, he saw the desperation in her eyes as well as her voice

He crashed his lips back into hers, guiding her towards the bed. He pulled her dress over her head, throwing it on the ground before laying her gently down on the bed

She shivered at the feeling of his fingers ghosted her skin as he pulled down her panties, throwing them on the floor as well. She whimpered as he admired her now naked body

"You're so fucking beautiful" He whispered just loud enough for her to hear as his lips attached to her neck again

Her whimpers were like music to his ears. They were so much prettier then he had expected

She arched into his touch as his fingers trailed down her body. His fingers drew between her folds, lapping her wetness unto him, drawing out a moan when he placed his fingers on her clit, applying minimal pressure

"So sensitive" He chuckled, lips going back to hers

She moaned as he started moving his fingers, giving him to opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth, exploring every corner of it

She whined when he pulled away, but it was quickly replaced with a moan as his fingers entered her slowly, stretching her out, getting her adjusted to his fingers

He managed to get a third finger in before he started curling them, hitting just the right spot inside her that made her grip his biceps harshly, closing her eyes, throwing her head back, arch her back, and her whole body shake

She let out high-pitched moans as he kept curling them, feeling the way her hips grinded down on him

"Fuck, just right there- feels so good" He felt her rapidly clench around him. He pulled his finger out of her before she came "N-no, please"

"Shh, it's alright, hermosa. It'll feel better soon" He wiped his fingers on her thigh before discarding of all his clothes, leaving him exposed at he hovered above her

His left arm was placed beside her head, holding his weight as the other placed her leg around his hip, lining himself up with her entrance

"It's gonna sting at first, hurt even, but pleasure will take over, okay?" He kissed her cheek bone as she nodded, understanding his words "You ready?" His voice was soft as he spoke

"Mhm" She whined, arms clung around his back as he ever so slowly pushed into her, stopping now and then, letting her get adjusted to him before continuing to push

"Tell me when you're ready" He said, prepping kisses along her jaw as he had pushed all the way in, waiting for the pleasure in her body to take over the hurting sensation

A few seconds went by before she spoke up "Move, please" She said, arms loosing around him, allowing him to slowly start moving inside her

He pulled away from her neck, looking directly into her blown eyes, making sure she was okay "You're so fucking beautiful" He placed a soft kiss on her lips

She let out a loud moan when he hit the part inside her that made her see stars "Fuck, right there, Nando. Don't stop" He sped up, hutting the spot over and over again

Her nails dug into his skin, her moans filling the whole hotel room, and probably a few other

A low moan escaped his lips as she clenched around him, her orgasm nearing, still sensitive from her previous ruined orgasm

"Fuck- Nanda, please. Feels so good. I'm gonna-" She didn't finish her sentence before his name was rolling off her tongue as she came

She clenched rapidly around him, pulling him over the edge as well, holding his hips still as he came inside her, filling her up

He helped her into the shower, standing behind her, arms around her waist "Lawrence is gonna kill me" He said, kissing the wet skin on her shoulder

"Only if he finds out" She said, earning her a chuckle from the older man