#I read it on the train with my dad and he fell asleep and it was dark and it was a vibe at first

[allocnddits]

welcome to my new obsession: F1

long ass thoughts about daniel x alonso!reader (daughter) im talking like 4k

warnings: SMUT (oral – M and F rec–, fingering, anal fingering, PinV, danny being kinda rough) with barely any plot, danny and reader being sluts, not proof read in lazy, AGE GAP (reader is like 20) size kink

"Are you not gonna kiss me?" you asked after dancing with him for what felt like the entire night.

"How old are you?"

"Old enough to be in here"

"That's good enough"

He lowered his head to reach your lips and kissed you hungrily. It was messy and you both tasted like alcohol but you couldn't care less.

You weren't so sure of how you ended up waking up in his hotel room with your dress unzipped, bunched up around your waist and no underwear. You sat up for a second, trying to remember who you left the club with, luckily, an alpha tauri racing shirt was laid on the chair next to the bed. Considering that you had a 50/50 chance, you were pretty lucky to get it right. "Daniel?" you called from the bed.

"Good mornin" he smiled as he came out of the bathroom, still damp, hair wet and a towel around his waist.

"Not so sure it's a good morning when I don'tremember what happened last night. Did we fuck?"

“You better hope not cause i don't see any condoms around here."

"Daniel, are you fucking serious right now?" you ask, before putting on the t-shirt he just threw at you.

"I'm kidding, alright?"

"Then what the fuck happened? Why aren't my panties on my body?" you asked almost angry at how calm he was about this.

"Hey, hey, no need to freak out. I just ate you out, alright? But I guess you were too drunk because you fell asleep almost instantly after you came on my tongue and told me I was 'too fucking good'

"Oh god, I'm sorry, this is so embarrassing. How can you be sure that happened? You were drunk too"

"Well, you were quite unforgivable, babe, pulling my hair and grinding on my face. That and the fact that I can handle my alcohol." he chuckled.

"Don't fucking laugh about this, s'not funny" you hit his stupid smile with a pillow. "God, my dad is gonna kill me. He was afraid i'd get with stroll, you know, but this? This is so much worse"

“Why am I worse than stroll?”

"Cause you're like, almost 20 years older than me. this is so messed up. How am I gonna get out of here, there are people outside." it was your home town after all, people knew you.

“I'll figure this out, okay? just wait a second and stop freaking out."

You got up from the bed, taking the rest of your dress off before walking to the bathroom. the second you saw yourself in the mirror you started washing all that old make up off, you looked destroyed. as you looked through daniels things, trying to find a face wash or a moisturizer, you heard him on the phone

"Hey, Lan, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, mate, what's up?"

"Is your girlfriend with you?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Do you think she could borrow yn some sneakers and like, training shorts or something?"

"Why on earth are you calling about yn?"

"Well, we kinda had a thing last night and now she's like, stuck in here, only in her party dress."

"Are we fucking talking the same yn mate?"

"I would think so, yeah"

"Are you taking a fucking piss?"

"Not at all"

"Oh this is so messed up. you fucked your coworkers daughter?"

"Kinda, and i don't see how this is messed up"

"Mate, how old is she?"

"She was old enough to be in the club"

"Can you just cut it? who the fuck are you telling about us?" you came out of the bathroom, done with his conversation.

"Just Lando, I'm trynna help you out here" he told you before talking back to his phone "can you just please ask your girlfriend for the clothes? Thanks, I'll be right there." he ended the call, laying his phone on the bed as you stood right in front of him. "Don't be mad at me, alright?" he pulled you closer, in between his parted legs, and kissed your love handle, over the shirt. you ran your hand through his wet curls, locking your fingers in them when he grabbed your ass. "Dan?"

"Yeah?" he looked up at you with bright brown eyes.

"Think i can make up to you for last night?"

"Would love that, yeah"

You straddled him, hands meeting his cheeks as you kissed him. His arms wrapping around your waist, making you grind down onto his towel. You could feel him growing against you as you let the texture of the towel catch your clit. You really tried to drag out the making out but after a couple of minutes his tip as aggressively poking your thigh. “That was quick" you tease and you slide off his lap, going on your knees in front of him. You unfolded the towel that hung around his hips and almost didn't believe what you saw. "Fuck" you sighed.

"What's wrong, baby?" he teased, looking down at you and brushing your hair off your face.

"You could've given a warning" you joked before wrapping your hand around his base, leading it to your lips, you spit on the tip, using your other hand to smear it all over him, his cock so thick he fit perfectly in your fist. You started pumping slowly, looking up and holding direct eye contact with him, starting to feel hot under his stare. Your hand moved loosely around him, your palm feeling all the prominent veins of his cock before stoping at the base so you could leave a kiss on his tip.

"Stop teasing, love." he complained, slightly bucking his hips up so you took his head into your mouth. You did, gladly, sucking hardly on it before going all the way down. You couldn't quite take all of him in your mouth but you came close, the move making you slightly gag around him. You pulled away, pumping your hand while you recovered from it. You swirled your tongue on his tip, watching as he threw his head back, hands becoming fists that propped him up on the bed, you let your mouth slide down on him, always taking everything you could. Every time you had to pull away to breathe, your hands made up for it, either pressing your thumb down on his slit or running your palm against his sensitive head.

"Fuck, baby, feel so good, 'm so close" he groaned as you popped off his length with a disgustingly erotic sound, string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his tip. "shit"

"Want you inside me. please?" you asked, taking your spot back on his lap.

“If someone ever says no to that question, love, they're going insane." he smiled against your neck before kissing down to your shoulder. His hand went back down to your ass, lifting the shirt you wore and spreading your cheeks apart, his long finger reaching for your opening. he circled it, spreading your wetness around before dipping into you, making you wiggle your hips till you got used to the feeling. As much as you just wanted him inside you, he barely fit in your mouth so you knew this was necessary. When he slipped the second finger in, your head fell onto his shoulder and as a gagged moan fell out of your lips you felt him smile against the skin of your neck.

“Think you're ready, baby?" he whispered in your ear and you nodded. Daniel pulled his fingers out of you, reaching for a condom on the bedside table and putting it on before lifting your hips till his tip tapped your hole. His hands on your ass started lowering you onto him, you were unbelievably tight compared to his girth and it had you squeezing him so good.

"Dan" you called, face buried in his neck, hands running through the short curls at the back of his head, "so fucking big." you sighed as you tried to make him bottom out inside you. he couldn't help but chuckle against your neck, he already knew he was too big for your petite figure but you were not giving up on taking him whole. You felt bad enough for using him the previous night, you needed to make him feel good.

"Don't need to take it all if you can't, baby" he said before laying back on his elbows, watching you struggle as you took him in, a smirk never leaving his face. When he finally watched himself bottom out in you he sat back up.

"Doing so good, didn't think you'd be able to take it." he whispered to your lips before crashing them against his.

Daniel lifted your shirt till he met your tits and started to give them attention, kissing and sucking, kneading and bitting, all of it borderline overwhelming as you were still getting used to him inside you. He had both of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you as close as he could as you started grinding against him. He was sucking on your tits so hard, making you wetter by the second, as he moved his hips to meet yours.

"Dan, fuck, feel so good, so big" you whispered against his lips before kissing him, it being so deep and intense that you slowed down your hip movements. Daniel, however, made sure to increase his movements, fucking up into you. even though you were the one trying to make up to him, he was the one who seemed to be doing everything in his power to make you feel good.

With a particular thrust, you let a moan out into his mouth making him part the kiss and take his lips down your chest again. the attention he was paying to your boobs was driving you insane, all the kissing and sucking being almost too much. your moans becoming louder with every thrust of his as he let out groans against your skin.

"fuck, so fucking close, cmon, baby, don't stop." he said in your ear, making you shiver. you sped up your bouncing on his lap and started clenching on purpose around him. it wasn't long before he came with a deep moan in your ear. Barely taking time to enjoy his release, he flipped you over onto the bed, one hand beside your head, holding himself up and the other right down to your clit, circling it as he trusted a few last times into you, his softening dick still making you feel full. "come for me, baby, need to make sure you're done too" he whispered.

"so close, just a little more, please" you begged and he thrusted into you one last time, making you cum. he immediately fell on you, burring his face in the crook of your neck as you came back from your high. “‘kay, get off, still need to get out of here."

"yeah, okay. i'll just get dressed and i'll get you some clothes." He flipped off you, pulling his towel to cover himself again.

"have you seen my phone?" you asked, looking around the room. he handed it to you, along with a charger and pointed to the outlet by the bed.

You watched him get dressed as you waited for your phone to turn on, his muscles on display for you, gradually being covered by some shorts and a tshirt, leaving most of his tattoos uncovered. You couldn't help but let your eyes wander around his body, his muscles, his hair and his nose, you pressed your thighs together at the thought of riding his face and pulling his hair, having his beard scratch your legs, god, you wish you weren't so drunk the night before to remember how good he was.

"be right back" he warned, pulling you out of your daydreaming before leaving the room. as he left, you decided to get up to take a shower, you still smelled like alcohol and daniels cologne from the night before.

While you were in the shower daniel headed to landos room, knocking on the door when he reached it. "mornin' mate"

"did you fucking do her again?" Lando accused as soon as he opened the door, noticing his friends smile and his flushed cheeks

"none of your business, dude." he pushed lando on the shoulder. "thanks for the clothes, though, really saving my ass here. see you later, yeah? still coming with me?"

"sure, see you" he said, clearly just trying to get rid of daniel.

and he did leave, walking back to his room with the shorts and shoes in his hand. "m back, got your clothes" he laid it on the bed before starting to collect his things from the room.

"thanks" you said after coming out of the shower in your towel. you got dressed, annoyingly going commando since you couldn't find your underwear anywhere in his room, and started collecting your stuff too. “think i'm good to go"

"wait" he stopped you "here" daniel placed a cap on your head, tightening it and handing you sunglasses. "ll make sure you get your dress and shoes back, 'kay? will you be in spain?"

"course, but only on saturday. ill text you the place when i get there, so, like, check your dms or something" you commented already going out the door and checking your phone to know where you'd be meeting your dad.

the next time you saw daniel was on monday afternoon.

you went to a coffee shop at the airport after saying goodbye to your dad for a week. he was walking past and stopped immediately when he saw you, approaching your table and asking if he could sit.

"sure, go ahead" you weren't exactly happy about the situation, still afraid this would get to your dad, he wasn't opposed to you dating anyone but, this was his coworker and he was 15 years older than you.

"i got something for you. was gonna wait to give it to you later but i thought you might be needing it." he pulled a small piece of fabric from the pocket of his jeans and bunched it inside his fist before giving it to you.

the second you realized what it was you kicked his leg under the table. "daniel! for fucks sake, have you completely lost your mind?"

"just thought you'd wanna be wearing this again next time you throw yourself at me at the club."

"don't worry, won't be doing that ever again. wasn't really worth it, too much effort, not enough pleasure, you know?" you teased before taking a sip of your coffee.

"sure, keep telling yourself that. listen, i gotta go, see you in like, what, three days?"

"five" you corrected, also getting up from the table.

your next encounter was on saturday night.

Daniel had gotten pole position on quali and as of mandatory gone partying. It was actually insane to you how he managed to end up in the same club as you in a city as big as barcelona. maybe he saw your story and found out where you were but you didn't mind to check.

You were just sitting on the bar, mindlessly flirting with some guy that didn't have a single chance when you saw him. You decided to ignore, not minding his presence while you talked to someone else, but he reached you first. He walked over to you from behind so you didn't notice till his hand was discreetly on your waist, the guy your were taking to left as soon as he realized who daniel was.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me" you said, loud enough so he could hear it, slipping out of the stool

"Hello to you too." he smiled

"what are you doing here?"

"Celebrating. Got fucking pole position" he said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Are you gonna be able to maintain it drinking like this?"

"First and only" he lifted his beer bottle. "Wanna dance?"

Now Daniel wasn’t the best at dancing – though he did love to –, but when your hips caught his he knew exactly what to do, they followed yours to the rhythm of the music and his hands roamed through your body with yours on top. You danced through a few songs as Daniel tried kissing you, you denied, knowing that as soon as you kissed him, you’d want to go home with him.

“Just a kiss, c’mon” he whispered, beard scratching on your neck.

You shook your head, turning around to face him and taking his hand. “Just dance with me, yeah?” you smiled, starting to fold your knees and using his handhold as support, in seconds you were on the floor, twearking as you stared at him. You caught his lips moving as he cussed at the view, now if he didn’t go home with you tonight he would go insane. Daniel helped you up, watching you come up from the floor while swaying your hips.

“Stop playing me, we’re gonna do this or not?” he asked you with some level of dominance, something you found extremely hot on that moment. You nodded, pulling him away from the crowd by the hand, when you got out he just looked at the valet and in matter of a minute his Aston Martin was by the door. Daniel helped you into the car before settling himself.

“We can go to my apartment, it’s a bit messy cause i just got there today but, no cameras.” you suggested

“Is it close?” you nodded “lead the way.”

In about 15 minutes you were inside your house, he looked around as you kissed what you reached of his neck, his hands sat on your ass cheeks. “Danny, come on” you groaned against his chest as you unbuttoned his shirt.

“Just looking for somewhere i can fuck you, baby. Think i just found it.” he picked you up from the floor, caring you over to your couch and laying you on it. Daniel easily climbed on top of you, kissing on your neck and visible parts of your chest. Your legs wrapped around hism, making your dress ride up and pool around your waist.

“Dan” you whispered in his ear, hoping it would make him act faster. It just made him quickly grind down on you before going on his knees.

“Gotta make sure you remember how good i make you feel in the morning this time, baby.” he teased as he spread your legs, placing himself between them. Daniel hooked his arms underneath your thighs, settling you to be face to face with your heat. He blew against your aching core, sending shivers down your spine making you close your knees. “love the reactions your body has to me, baby, but keep these apart, wanna make you feel good.”

You threw your head back as your hands went to his hair, you ran your fingers through the curls and pulled him closer to you.He kissed your clit through your thong, smirking as he pulled it to the side and swiped his finger between your lips, guiding it to his lips and sucking on it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you watched him do it.

“Daniel, stop teasing. Just eat me out already, please” you cried out.

He smiled as he pulled your panties down your legs. Daniel kissed and licked your thighs, ignoring your wish, the teasing driving you insane. Two of his fingers split your lips open, your wet cunt now completely exposed to him, he kissed around it, the creases between your thighs and your middle and the bottom of your stomach before planting a kiss right on your lips, anticipation killing you by the second.

“Danny, please. Need you now” you groaned not even thinking about how desperate you sounded, when he had barely touched you.

“You talk a lot less when you’re drunker, love. Maybe I should get some more alcohol in you before fucking this pretty cunt” he whispered as his fingers circled your hole, a sigh of relief leaving your lips immediately.

He grinned at your reaction before his lips met your heat again. They kissed your hole, tongue slightly dipping into you before making its way up. His flat tongue traced from the bottom of your vulva all the way up to your clit, lapping at it. His hand made their way up your waist under your shirt, trying to reach your chest but your shirt was too tight. “Off” he mumbled against your skin.

“what?” your question made him lift his head, letting you catch a glimpse of his lips, glistening with your wetness.

“Off. Take your shirt off.”

You pulled your top over your head, throwing it to the side before your hands made their way back to his hair. His fingers tweaked your nipples between them before palming your boobs entirely. He started fucking you with his tongue, penetrating it slowly as the bridge of his nose caught your clit, giving you the lightest of pressure whenever he moved his face around. His tongue left your hole when you stopped giving him reactions, mouth now working on sucking your clit.

“Danny, please” you moaned when his lips left your clit and started teasing by sucking on your lips. Your begging made him give up the teasing.

The tip of his tongue circled your clit before liking up and down your hole, his nose hitting your sensitive nub again. A soft moan left your mouth as he moved his head side to side, using his nose to stimulate your clit but he stopped as soon as you did. You looked down at him, about to complain but you caught a challenging look in his eyes and understood what he wanted. You started grinding your hips against his face, the pressure of his nose just perfect and in a couple of seconds he had you uncontrollably humping on his face.

“Dan, ‘m so close” you sighed.

He let you use him for your release as his tongue lapped at your dripping hole, the noises his mouth was making so unholy. His pants were getting uncomfortably tighter by the second, he needed you on his cock. Gladly, you, too, were desperate to have him. You came the second he penetrated you with two fingers, ridding down your high as he curled them inside you. His head left the space between your legs and came up to face you.

“Don’t go sleepy on me this time” he joked “wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Fuck, Dan. Let’s go to my room, please, need you.” you mumbled as he kissed your neck, hands snaking under your ass to lift you up. he effortlessly carried you inside, opening the door he guessed was the main bedroom and threw you on the bed. You giggled, watching as he unbuckled his belt and undid his pants before pushing his already unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and taking off the tshirt he had under it. His hands looked for the zipper on your sparkly skirt and pulled it down, sliding it off your legs, leaving you completely bare in front of him. You pulled him down making him lay over you, holding his torso up with his forearms beside your head.

“Wait, wait, wait” he mumbled into the kiss, getting up again to take off his pants for good after kicking his boots away. He then laid over you again, kissing every single inch of your neck as you tried desperately to grind up onto him and feel his hardness. “so fucking impatient, you are. Have you got any condoms here?”

“Probably” you turned on your side, reaching for your bedside table and found a single one, handing it to him after checking the expiration date. You watched as he opened and put it on, mesmerized by how hot he looked in agony. Seconds later he was lowering his hips, finally penetrating you, his thick cock spreading you up and making your walls burn. “Fuck, Dan, so fucking big” your legs wrapped around his hips, driving them deeper inside of you.

Daniel groaned in your ear when he bottomed out inside you, the feeling of your cunt swallowing him being ridiculously overwhelming. His lips met yours as he started to grind onto you, hips building up the pace till he was pounding into you. All you could do was moan uncontrollably, if you saw the state you were in you’d be embarrassed but when you had his dick buried inside you it really didn’t matter.

“Daniel, please, faster” you begged, making his hips start snapping against yours. You smiled, feeling every thought slip out of your mind as he fucked your pussy, it hurt so bad but so good, you could feel the tears running down your cheeks.

When he lifted his face up from the crook of your neck he finally saw the state you were in. His hips slowed down reluctantly as he starred at your face. You were about to complain but he cut you off. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, don’t stop, Daniel, please.” you kissed him to show that you were fine, making him speed his movements again. He tried carrying the kiss but your mouth started falling open in pleasure, just whining and mumbling in his ear, you needed more, apparently. So Daniel lifted his body up and threw your legs over his shoulders, shoving a pillow under your hips, you cloud feel every single inch of him as he snapped into you.

“Do you ever shut up?” he teased, annoyed with all the options you had to give on his performance. He then took his two middle fingers and pushed them past your lips. The sight of you sucking on the fingers of his tatted hand driving him crazy. Daniel felt possessive and controlling and you weren’t complaining, felt great having someone wreck you completely. His right hand traveled down from your thigh to your clit, circling it ferociously because he could see and feel how close you were. You came with a embarrassingly loud moan just after a few seconds of his fingers on you, squirting on him and yourself. It dripped down your folds wetting his cock and down the back of your thighs that stamped on his as he still snapped inside you.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he admired the view in front of him. His fingers were still in your mouth but not sucking anymore, your hands loose above your head, all your muscles shutting down as you let go of the tension that had been building up inside you. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, and his cock out of you before straightening his back “Flip” his hands each side of your hip helping with the transition.

He pushed himself inside you again, the burning sensation less intense now that he had already stretched you on his cock. His thrusts started slow, taking his time to pick up the pace and fixate his eyes on your body. Your head was laid flat on the bed as you arched your back to the maximum, he took notice of your hair splattered out on the covers, of your waist and how small it looked with his hand around it and lastly of your asshole. It was wet from your arousal and release, glistening under the lights and calling for him, he could see it clench around nothing.

Daniel moved his hand from your waist, taking it to his mouth and sucking and spitting on his thumb before folding over you, your back to his chest as he circled the finger around your hole. “Breathe” he whispered in your ear watching you nod before pulling away to watch as his thumb entered you. “Shit” he moaned, felling how tight you were around him, the overwhelming sensation of penetration making your cunt and asshole clench around him in a synchronized motion.

“Daniel, please, just cum, can’t do it anymore, too much.” you groaned against the pillow, feeling overstimulated and used. “Fuck, cum on my ass, Daniel” you whispered, knowing it would drive him insane.

“Fuck” he sighed before he pulled out and ripped the condom off of him, watching your gapping hole clench. The hand that had a finger inside you pulled you closer by the ass, making it rest against his thighs and he pumped his fist around his cock till his cum painted your back with ropes of white. “Shit, shit, shit. Don’t you fucking move” he reached for his pants and pulled out his phone, his thumb immediately making its way back to your hole so he could snap a picture. “That might be the prettiest sight of all, babygirl.”

Daniel pulled out completely, pushing your hip so you fell on your side, your body immediately curling up and shutting down on the mattress. You were a mess, spit covering half of your face, your thighs slippery with arousal and now your back covered in cum.

“Dan?” he hummed “there’s a small towel in my suitcase, right on top. Can you wet it a bit and bring it to me? Please?”

“Yeah, don’t worry i’ll clean you up. Just let me sort myself out first.” he was slightly out of breath too, you could hear it in his voice “Fuck, baby. You okay?” you nodded against the pillow. “Too week to shower right now, yeah? We can shower in the morning.” he said after seeing that your thighs were still quivering.

He got up from the edge of the bed where he was sitting and grabbed the towel from your bag before leaving the room. He came back a few minutes later with a bottle of water and the dampened towel. He dragged it against your thighs, lifting the right one so he could get to your messy middle. Being extremely careful with it he cleaned you up entirely, making sure to leave his cum for last to not spread it all over you.

“Here, got some water.” you sat up against the headboard taking the bottle from his hands. As you drank your water you watched him put his boxers back on and pick up his clothes from the floor, folding them messily and putting them on top of your dresser, his keys and wallet beside them.

“Daniel, just leave it. Turn off the light and come here. ‘M tired.”

He did what you asked and got under the covers, bringing them up to your chest as you laid with your back turned to him. He scooted closer and pulled you in easily with an arm around your waist.

“I’m a cuddler, gonna have to deal with that.” he smiled against your neck, leaving a small kiss before tucking your head right beneath his own so you were comfortably fit in his embrace.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel ricciardo smut #f1 #a writes

[betsabegrandchester]

Comforting night || Bakugo Katsuki

Dad! Bakugo x Mom! Reader

Summary: A common night between your little family.

Note: Sorry for spelling and grammatical errors, English is not my first language. <3

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Your daughter Niki's soft hands ran all over your face, as if she was trying to memorize every part of it by tracing it.

You tried to move her hands so you could continue to rock her, as you found yourself sitting on one of the comfortable couches in your and your husband's apartment, while Niki was held by your arms.

Your sleepy eyes drifted to the clock, which read 4:00 am. You had become partly accustomed to this change in routine since your baby arrived, specifically 6 months ago.

Letting out a tired sigh you look over to Niki who has her eyes closed, but she's not sleeping yet and you know it as you run your finger across her lips eliciting a giggle from your baby that distracts you from Bakugou's soft footsteps towards you.

"Go back to bed, it's my turn" Your husband's sleepy voice came from the living room startling you a little for being off guard.

"It's okay" Was the only thing that came out of your mouth, you were so tired that Bakugou understood and proceeded to give you a kiss and then took his daughter from your arms only for her little hands to cling to your shirt.

"Come on, baby. Mommy needs to rest" Was what Bakugou said when she refused to let go of you. He frowned as he realized that the baby, wanted to be with you and not him. "Tsk, Niki wants you."

You let out a chuckle as you saw him jealous that she prefers you, even though it was common for you her attitude towards you. You were like a magnet and she was like metal.

"Let's go to bed, I'm so tired I wouldn't mind if she slept with us." You said carefully standing up not wanting to disturb your daughter's tranquility.

Bakugou silently followed you, just as you didn't want to disturb your baby's peace and quiet either. He watched you turn on the small light you had for when your daughter slept with you, the lamp lit up the sky in the room with stars.

"Ma." Was what came out of Niki's mouth which pointed to the sky of the room with a smile.

Carefully you laid her down in the middle of the bed, making her lie down in the shape of stars just like the drawings that were projected in the room, followed by that you lay down next to her and with your hand you made a beckoning gesture for Katsuki to lie down with you.

Without hesitation he was the next one to lie down on the bed, on his side just like you since your baby with the way she was lying took up quite a bit of space.

"Tsk, it's my bed and I'm almost falling off." Bakugou grumbled. Clearly she wasn't bothering him and was just saying that out of wanting to annoy.

"Well, she doesn't really care that it's your bed." you told him, moving a little closer to him being careful not to squash your daughter who was reaching towards your body out of attention.

Bakugou simply rolled his eyes and moved closer to kiss your forehead and murmur a goodnight, proceeding to do the same to your daughter, but she simply stayed close with her eyes closed, and now she was indeed sleeping.

Copying her action you also closed your eyes, falling asleep instantly without noticing that Bakugou was still looking at both of you.

His gaze fell on his little daughter who had small blonde locks just like his, her little body was covered by one of her pajamas that belonged to his Merch. As he always did, he proceeded to look at you.

His wife, and the love of his life.

He had met you when he was in the U.A. and you were in a regular high school at age 16. You had both taken the same train and sat together, he hadn't noticed you but when you kindly offered him a candy because you were eating and you felt sorry for him not giving it to him, that's when his heart skipped a beat.

A year later you were both engaged, 5 years later you were both married, two years after the wedding and you had your first daughter.

The blessing and happiness of both of them.

And bakugou slept happily that night, because seeing his little family warmed his heart more and more.

#katsuki bakugō #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katuski #dad bakugou #bnha fanfiction #bnha bakugo katsuki #my hero x reader #my hero academy fanfiction

[ghosty-writes-23]

Incorrect COD Quotes Part. 1

WARNING: Suggestive (Slightly spicy) & dark humored content.

A/N: some of these might be a little suggestive, so you have been warned, Also V is my own female OC but can be read as x reader if you prefer that.

Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty❤️

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Ghost: *see’s Soap and V do something extremely dangerous and sighs* “God give me patience for these two.”

V: *overhears him* “don’t you mean strength there sir.”

Ghost: “if god gave me strength you both would be dead.”

Both Soap and V: *gulp*

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König: *gives V a beaded friendship bracelet he made* “so you can have a part of me, when your on your mission”

V: *is on the verge of ugly crying under her mask as he placed the bracelet on her wrist* “I will protect this with my life.”

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Alejandro: *pats Graves on the shoulder giving him a knowing look* “I hate seeing you like this.”

Graves *has a confused look on his face* “Like what? I'm not upset.”

Alejandro: “no in person, I hate seeing you in person.”

*Dead silence*

V: *covers her mouth to hide the fact she is laughing under her mask and fails terribly*

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V: *does something idiotic and stupid that Ghost warned her not to do.*

Ghost: *sees V get hurt* “I don’t care, I warned her that if she hurt herself I wasn’t going to help her.”

Voice over: “but ghost did really care as later that night he made sure her injuries were too serious and lightly scolded her before giving her one of his hoodies to wear and played with her hair until she fell asleep*

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Ghost: *takes off his mask revealing his face in front of everybody*

Price: “It's good to see you again, Simon.”

Soap: *lowkey checking ghost out*

Gaz: “not what I expected.”

V: “Why is everybody in this group so goddamn pretty, it makes me feel like a trash gremlin.” 

Ghost: *puts his mask back on*

Soap: “don’t worry V, you will always be our trash gremlin.”

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Price: *walks into the briefing room looking for V* "can I have my sweater back"

V: *looks at him innocently* "only if I can have my virginity back"

*Cue whole briefing room goes silent*

V: *laughs before sliding his hoodie off and hands it to him* "here you go sir"

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Soap and V are at the pet store, looking for collars for the new squad dog teddy.

Soap: “Okay we got everything, let's go already, wait where is V?”

V *is in the collar section, looking for a choker chain*

Soap: “why are you looking at choker chains, you don’t have a pet?”

V: “how do you know that sergeant” *smirks slightly under her mask and grabs the one she is looking for and places it around Soaps neck before giving it a slight tug*

Soap: *grunts and stumbles forward* “What kind of dog is it?”

V: *giggles soft before taking it off and grabs another in the same size* “ones that need to be house trained, now let's get out of here before Price rings us and asks why we are taking so long”

*Bonus*

*later that week in training Soap see’s both König and Ghost sporting what looked like dog choker chains around their necks*

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*The 141 men + V are in the common room, relaxing after training.

V: Spread me apart, lick me with your tongue, grab my sides, and eat my cream and that is how you eat an Oreo cookie.”

Soap: *chokes on his drink* “bloody hell woman.”

Gaz: *is laughing at soap’s reaction* 

Price: *gives her the disappointed dad look* “Really V.”

V: Oh come on captain it was funny.

Ghost: *is cleaning his gun but does chuckle at her joke*

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Gaz: “does anybody else notice that people that liked to be choked, hate being tickled.”

V: *feels slightly called out and starts sweating and nervously laughing* “haha, that's oddly specific there Gaz.”

Gaz: “It's like they are completely fine with you cutting off their oxygen supply, but as soon as you try to tickle them, they will kill you.”

V: *looks at him dead serious* “Maybe some people hate being tickled.”

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[g3z0]

The summer I turned pretty P1

Summary: Every summer, you and your family go on vacation to the summer house of the Sturniolo’s. You basically grew up with the Sturniolo kids. You haven’t been there last year, so you didn’t saw the Sturniolo’s since two years. Nothing can change that much in two years. At least that’s what you thought.

Warnings: cursing

NEW FIC BABY!! I love the summer I turned pretty even if it’s cheesy. Hope you enjoy

-g3z0

„You should really bring this along.“ Ava says as she’s looking through my closet.

„Hm?“ I bring my head up from my phone, looking at my best friend.

She holds a red shirt out to me my mom bought me a while ago. I shake my head „nah, I don’t like that shirt.“ I mumble.

She turns to me and rolls her eyes „but you look so good in it!“ she protests, laying it into my suitcase.

I let out a sigh. „Hey.“ she whispers as she walks over to me. „Im gonna miss you..“ she says as she cups my cheeks in her hand, making me look up at her.

„Im just gone for the summer.“ I smile. She squeezes my cheeks and laughs a little before she lets go off me „still.“

„Im gonna miss you too.“ I breathe as she sits down on my bed next to me.

She looks over to the pinboard that’s hanging on the wall next to my bed. She hums and takes one picture that’s attached to it.

„Awhhh, you and the triplets?“ she smiles as she looks down at the pic.

I look down at the picture. It’s a pic of Matt, Chris, Nick and me, standing in front of their summer house. It was taken 2 years ago when we were 14.

„oh my god, they look exactly alike!“ she laughs. I smile and shake my head „nah, they don’t.“

She looks at me and rolls her eyes „yeah- because you know them.“ She points at Chris on the picture „who’s that?“ she asks.

„Chris.“ I answer, looking back at her. She raises her eyebrows and nudges me with her elbow „you just made that up.“ she laughs.

„I didn’t.“ I state with a chuckle. She hangs the picture back to my pinboard „he’s cute.“ she says.

I scrunch my nose up and turn my face to the side „Ava.“ I sigh. „Y/n.“ she laughs „what? He is.“

„That was two years ago.“ I nod to the picture before looking back at her. She shrugs with her shoulders „and? Bet he’s hot now.“

„Ava. Gross.“ I say, standing back up. She lets out a laugh and runs through her hair. „You‘re just jealous.“ she teases.

„Oh yeah, totally.“ I say sarcastically as I put the rest of my clothes into my suitcase.

-

Am I nervous? Of course I am.

We’re driving for like 40 hours. At least that’s what it feels like.

My brother Matteo drives even more slower than my grandma.

I sit in the passenger seat, listening to music through my AirPods as I day dream while I look out of the window.

My mother is sitting in the backseat, a book in her hand wich she read like 4 pages from before she fell asleep.

I didn’t saw the Sturniolo’s in two years because my dad thought it would be a great idea to remember he has two sons expect his other kids and wanting to „bond“ with them again.

At least that’s what he told my mom.

Matteo didn’t want to come. My dad expected that. When I said I didn’t want to come. He didn’t expect that.

Probably because I was 15 and Matteo was 18.

I was pissed off all summer long. I needed to play the babysitter for my dads other kids.

The only time my dad even talked to me was when he commented on my body.

I was an ugly kid - glasses, braces, weird body type.

For the whole summer my dad forced me to train with him. And I didn’t stop.

My braces are gone, I’m wearing contact lenses and I grew like fucking 5 inches. I hit puberty late.

So that’s what changed. Everything else was just the same when I saw the triplets the last time-

„Owh!“ I groan and look over to my brother as he slapped me against my shoulder. I pull out one of my AirPods and look at him with a frown „what the fuck was that for?“

Matteo looks over to me for a second before he looks back at the road. „Im talking to you for like 5 minutes straight, till I see you have your fucking AirPods in.“ he sighs.

I roll my eyes and slump back into my seat. „Asshole.“ I mumble as I put my AirPod back into my ear.

I hear Matteo’s muffled voice through my music, making me turn my phone volume up to the highest.

As we drive the same old road to cousins, I roll my window down, breathing in the familiar scent of the city.

Everytime we drive into Cousins, it feels like I’m coming home after I’ve been gone for a long time.

In Cousins, everything stays the same. It never changes. And I think that’s what gives me so much comfort.

When we’re finally there and Matteo drives onto the property of the Sturniolo’s, Matt and Chris already sit at the porch.

The triplets were blond when they were kids. Now they have dark brown hair. I don’t know if it’s the Boston air or if they just don’t go out that much.

Matt is wearing a middle part, not the ugly ass buzz cut our moms gave us every summer. Chris has long, curvy hair, most of it covered in a „new era“ cap.

I smile and take my AirPods out.

I lean over towards Matteo, pressing my hand against the horn two times.

My mom flinches and looks confused at us, before she looks out of the window „we’re already there..?“ she mumbles in a sleepy voice.

Matteo laughs a little and gets out of the car. I shake my head and do the same. Chris and Matt walk over to us, glaring at me hard.

„What the fuck happened with little y/n?“ Chris laughs, looking at me like I’m a different person.

„Language, Owen.“ my mother says as she gets out of the car. Chris smiles and interlocks his hands behind his back „hello, Darleen.“ he says, a familiar politeness in his voice wich my mom knows is just faked.

My mom chuckles and shakes her head, walking over to Matt and Chris. „Hey boys.“ she smiles softly as she hugs Matt first and then Chris.

It’s weird to see how much taller the two are than my mom now. I feel like it was just yesterday when we four were almost at the same height as her.

„Where’s Mary-lou?“ she asks as she pulls her sunglasses that where on her head, over the bridge of her noise. Matt nods towards the house „inside, she’s cooking.“ after that she walks into the house.

Matteo closes the door of the car „where’s Justin?“ he yells over to us.

„Inside!“ Chris and Matt yell back synchronously.

You know those two opossums from ice age? Yeah, Matt and Chris are literally them.

Matt and Chris watch my mom and matteo, waiting before they disappear into the house.

Then Chris takes me into a headlock, ruffling over my hair. „We missed you, though guy!“ Chris laughs.

I scrunch my nose and laugh, pushing him away from me. „I certainly didn’t.“ I lie.

Matt rolls his eyes before he daps me up and hugs me. „What does Darleen feed you?“ he chuckles as he lets go off me. „I swear, the last time we saw you, you were like 3 apples tall.“

„I wasn’t.“ I chuckle as I look around. „Where’s Nick?“

„Somewhere, I don’t know.“ Chris shrugs as he walks past me, towards the car trunk. I look at Matt and he also shrugs, doing the same as Chris. „Alright.“ I breathe, following them.

-

„Eat more, sweetheart.“ Mary-Lou says softly to me as she sits besides me at the dinner table.

I give her a warm smile before I shake my head „no, I’m good. But it tastes really good.“

My mom scoffs and nudges mary-Lou into her side with her elbow „he’s just saying that. You should see him at home! I need to go grocery shopping every day because of the two!“ she chuckles.

I roll my eyes playfully and look over the table. My eyes fall onto Nicks empty seat.

„do you have your sketchbook with you?“ Justin asks me on my other side, turning my attention from nicks seat to his. I nod a little as I put a piece of meat into my mouth. „Mhm.“

Justin was always impressed by my drawings. Sometimes it feels like he was the only reason I kept going.

He smiles at me and nods as he grabs his glass off the table „good. Show me after, aight?“

„Alright.“

„Don’t push his ego.“ Matteo says to Justin, shaking his head.

„Matt.. stop.“ my mom says, making Matteo and Matt look at her. My mom frowns before she shakes her head with a chuckle „sorry- not you, sweetie.“ she says to Matt. „Matteo. Stop.“ she corrects herself.

„I didn’t do anything!“ he defends himself, throwing his hands up.

„Sure you didn’t.“ Mary-Lou says.

One of the worst things about summer is when my mom is mad at me or Matteo. And when my mom is mad - Mary-Lou is mad.

The same thing with Mary-Lou’s kids.

Jimmy, the dad of the triplets, always comes a few weeks later than us. He only stays for a week tho - he’s too busy with work.

„So.“ my mother starts, looking at Matt and Chris „how does hockey and lacrosse do?“

I sigh to myself. Here we go.

Chris and Matt’s eyes light up as they start to yap about their team, their practices and everything that comes to their mind.

Like I said, the opossums of ice age.

I never was a big fan of sports. Nick wasn’t either.

So every summer when Matt and Chris played sports, me and Nick did something alone. Or we sat at the side and watched them, talking about god knows what.

Justin and Matteo are older than us. They always just did their own thing. Sometimes when we got lucky, our mom’s forced them to take us along.

It was fun for us, not for our older brothers.

My eyes fall back onto nicks empty seat. I stare at it for a few seconds before I let out a sigh, looking down on my plate and stabbing a piece of meat with my fork.

-

My room is still the same as ever. Nothing changed.

It’s the middle of the night now. Matt, Chris and me stayed downstairs for a while before they headed to bed.

I grab my swimming shorts out of my suitcase that’s laying on my bed and put them on.

I quietly open my door and sneak past the other rooms to the stairs. I walk downstairs and push the doors in the living room open that’s leading outside into the backyard.

The warm night breeze hits me and I smile to myself.

It is a routine. Every year, the first night, I wait until everyone is asleep and then I go swimming on my own in the pool.

My first night swim this summer.

I slowly step into the pool, the cold water is making a shiver run up my spine.

I swim a few laps. As I pull my head out of the water to get some air, I pause, seeing Nick sitting at the edge of the pool with his legs in the water, smoking a cigarette.

I freeze a little, glaring at him.

Matt and Chris have changed a lot in those two years. Not in their personality but in their looks. But Nick?

His buzz cut is gone, brown wavy hair is covering his forehead. He has a nose ring and his right arm is covered in tattoos.

His cold eyes lock onto mine as he calmly takes a drag from his cigarette.

I push my hair back and run over my face to get it a little dry. „Since when do you smoke?“ I ask, glaring at him. I tilt my head a little „and what are you even doing here?“

I didn’t saw him in two years and that’s seriously the first thing I say to him?

He exhales the smoke „wich should I answer first?“ he asks with his typical Nick face. Unbothered, annoyed.

My heart bumps against my chest.

I swim over to the edge and stop in front of him. „Second.“ I breathe.

He looks down at me and shrugs with his shoulders „couldn’t sleep. Took a walk.“

That’s a lie. He just came out here to smoke.

„how did you know I was out here? And since when do you smoke?“ I ask again, watching him as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

„You changed.“ he says, still not breaking eye contact with me. I lick my lips and look down at myself before looking back up at him. „You changed.“ I breathe. „And you didn’t answer my question.“

„Wich one?“ he questions, tilting his head.

I frown „what?“ He brings his cigarette up to his lips before speaking again. „You asked two questions.“ he states, taking another drag.

„Uhm.. both.“ I say. He shakes his head and his lips turn into a small smile before he flicks his cigarette into the grass „you’re out here like every night y/n.“

He stands up and walks towards the house, leaving me confused in the water.

„And the first question? Since when do you smoke?“ I yell after him.

„Good Night, y/n.“ he yells back before he disappears into the house.

I watch him disappear into the house with a frown.

#sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo x you #nick x reader

[k4katsujin]

daydreaming about dad bod mark...

content: gn reader, mentions of pregnancy/adoption if you dont like pregnancy (cuz i personally dont so lets say you both adopted a kid), husband!mark au, loverboy mark overall <3333 + slightly insecure mark

wc: 540

dt: @unabashedcroissanttreefan

you and mark have been married for a few years now, and since you couldnt get pregnant, you both agreed to adopt a kid.

now, Chloe, your child, was sleeping peacefully in her room, while you were chilling in the living room.

"y/n?" mark asked on an unsure voice "can i ask you something?"

"sure" you reply, putting away the book you were reading. "is something wrong? you never call me by my name unless something is wrong."

he sighs and looks at the ground, as if he was ashamed.

"mark" you say on a soft and reassuring tone, reaching out to hold his hands. "you can tell me, whatever it is, there's no need to feel ashamed about it."

"do you... still think i'm attractive?" he asked after a few moments of hesitation.

"well of course!" you hurried, your face softening. " why would i not anymore?"

"well... this is such a dumb reason, but hear me out, okay?" (you nod) "you know, yesterday, when i was training with my dad, he told me something along the lines of "you've been slower since you're married and youre a parent" and my brain somehow took this as him indirectly telling me i took weight, which i have to admit is kind of true but-"

"mark" you interrupt him, your voice firm yet soft, which made him look at you with poeading eyes, as if he was starting to cry. "is this why you didnt attend Chloe's bi-yearly beach event last year? (he nodded, and you gently cupped his face.) "listen, i will love you regardless, okay?"

"but this is not the man you fell in love with!"

you felt your heart shatter as you felt the distress in your husband's voice.

"listen, i- i dont give a shit what you look like, okay?" you reassure him on a soft tone. "you are a dad now. so, since you calmed down on hero duties,its totally normal to lose a little shape. and i'll tell you what, ive always loved dad bods. and thats totally fine! i get that it freaks you out because physical change in oneself can be scary, but dont you never doubt my live for you just for a tiny bump" (idk if bump is the correct word but you get the point)

"you really think so?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, uncertain of what you might reply.

"of course i do, silly! and ill repeat it until you start believing it!!" you cheerfully exclaim.

"thank you, y/n, you're the best,you know that?" mark reolied as he reaches out to you to hug you tightly.

"i know. im glad the question is settled then! now, do you want to go to the beach with Chloe and her friends? you don't have to if you donr want to of course, okay?" you reassure him as you gently squeezed his hand.

"ill come. go first with her, ill join you later!" he said with a soft smile.

you then headed towards your daughter's room to wake her up.

"y/n?" mark interrupts you, you then turned to face him. "i love you, you know that?"

"i know" you reply softly, "i love you too"

i was half asleep when the idea popped in my mind... you know i had to give my man some comfort... please reblog if you liked the fic, if you do ill give you a cookie and a lil (consented) kith

have a nice day/evening and dont forget to drink water!!

( ﾟ∀ﾟ)人(ﾟ∀ﾟ ) with love from katsu, going offline!

- @k4katsujin

#x reader #invincible season 2 #invincible comic #invincible #mark grayson headcanons #mark grayson #reader insert #queer writers #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writers on ao3 #writerscommunity

[russellsppttemplates]

Flowers, cuddles and family time (Pierre Gasly)

The Gasly family takes some time off in the French country side

Note: english is not my first language. Here's some dad!Pierre (this week has been all family!driver and I'm not one bit mad)

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍I'm not taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so but know that I'm not certain when I'll be able to tend to them!

Tw: pregnancy (mentions tiredness, emotional changes)

"How about we go and play outside while mama makes dinner so you're not running around in the kitchen?", Pierre suggested to the two boys who enthusiastically nodded their head, going up to you so you could bend down a bit and get a kiss on each cheek by both of your kids, Pierre following soon with a kiss on your forehead, "I'm going to see if I can tire them a bit, call me if you need anything, mon coeur", he said before caressing the bump under your shirt. Pierre was so happy when, after coming from the podium celebrations, he met you and the boys back in his driver's room for a little bit before he had to go to he media pen, setting his trophy down on the desk as he saw Louis sitting at the desk, a notebook open making it look like the three year-old was attending a school lesson. When he looked around the room, Alexandre was by the white board on the wall that had your writing in it, reading "Big Brother Training 101 - All projects due next January", his eyes looking at you for confirmation as you nodded, watching how his smile got even bigger as he came forward to hug you still in his race suit, hiding his face on your neck as he placed butterfly kisses on the skin there, feeling the tears on your skin as you squeezed his body against yours. Louis and Alexandre were quick to join the family hug, their arms going around your legs as they watched Pierre's hand travel to your tummy, the bump yet to show, "I love you so much, mes amours, so so so much", he managed to get out as he ruffled the boys' hairs, his communications assistant outside the room reminding him that he needed to do his media duties in 5 minutes.

When Pierre Gasly stood on the media pen, the smile on his face they had never seen before, making all of the reporters think that the podium had really meant the absolute world to him, not knowing that the reason behind that big constant smile was the growing Gasly family.

As they walked in the big cottage Pierre had rented for you to spend spend long weekend, the boys were either racing eachother or playing catch between them, and Pierre appreciated the sight, the boys shared such a beautiful and pure sibling bond and he hoped the little girl you were expecting would fit right in with them, "Papa?", Alexandre, who was older than his brother by just a bit over three years, called for him, "yes?", Pierre replied, showing him he had his full attention, "How can we help mama? Yesterday she was really tired when she was in the car, and we want to help her", he said, his brother quickly following, "she even fell asleep on our way here, did you sit it? Mama never sleeps when we are in the car, only we do", the shock on his speech earned a chuckle from Pierre as he felt pride in knowing that the little boys he raised were concerned about their mother's wellbeing, "Well, right now you're helping mama, because she is in the kitchen making food for us and you're not running around and distracting her while she is near knifes and things that hurt if you're not careful and paying attention. And you can help by making your beds, grabbing some things from your room that aren't heavy, doing as she says", he looked at the youngest who was known for always setting up a negotiation when he didn't feel immediately drawn to do something, "like you do when you do the laundry and help mama around the house?", Alexandre looked to confirm, earning a nod from Pierre, "your sister is growing in mama's belly, and it takes a lot of energy from her so we boys have to do our best to help her right?", he finished, "I'm gonna help her from now on too. Look, yellow flowers, those are mama's favourite colour!", Louis yelled excitedly, running up to the them.

Seeing his father and brother approach him, the little boy looked up to his father's matching blue eyes, "can we bring some of these for mama, papa?", he pleaded, "yes, papa, please! She'll be so happy", the older one joined as Pierre smiled, crouching down to their level and helping them break the stem so they could have an even bunch of flowers to offer you before making their way back into the house, Pierre's calculations figuring you would have dinner ready by the time they arrived.

You were placing the water jug on the table when you heard giggles and snickers outside, seeing your three boys get inside through the kitchen's sliding doors, Louis (trying his best at) hiding what looked like a bunch of flowers behind his back, the petals missing the floor by a few inches only, "Mama, we have a surprise for you! Close your eyes", Alexandre called for you, walking into the kitchen and then placing your hands over your eyes once you stopped in the entrance, feeling Pierre's hands on your hips guide you to them, "you can open now mama!", Alexandre allowed you to open your eyes as Louis showed you the yellow flowers, "we saw these on our walk and we got them for you, they're your favourite colour!", they explained as you smelled them, "thank you, boys! I love them!", you said as you kissed both their heads, going to the cupboard to grab a vase to put them with water in, "dinner is ready so can you guys take your shoes coats off, please? And wash your hands too, while papa and I put the food on the table, okay?", you requested. "C'mon Louis, I'll help you!", Alexandre urged his brother as he grabbed his hand after helping him take his shoes off, heading upstairs together to take their outerwear off, "they're so cute with eachother, I can't wait for them to meet out babygirl", you gushed as you watched your husband dry his hands, going over to give him a hug, the feeling of his chest and arms wrapping around you relaxing you immediately, "How is she doing today?", your husband asked as he kissed the top of your head, "Good, she's been moving a bit but nothing too much, and certainly not like when it was those little monsters upstairs", you chuckled, remembering the times where you had to tap your belly so each of them could get the hint and stop the raucous they were making in your uterus.

-

Pierre woke up when he heard some light commotion on the room the boys were sleeping in, his body used to be up early despite not having anywhere in particular to be today, and it took them around two minutes before they made their way into your bedroom, opening the door slowly as they saw that you were still asleep, "Bonjour papa, can we come in?", Alexandre asked soflty as his father nodded, "Careful because mama is still sleeping, quiet voices and quiet steps please", he ordered as they complied, making their way to Pierre's side of the bed as he pressed a kiss on their cheeks as his usual morning greeting, "I'm hungry, can we go and make food? We can make some for mama too when she wakes up", one of the boys asked, the other one humming in agreement. Getting up and tucking you in a bit better, Pierre put on a t-shirt, "Good idea boys, let's go then", and made his way downstairs with them.

You woke up alone on the bed, Pierre's side cold as you noticed the sheets around your body keeping you warm, and that's when you heard some movement downstairs, prompting you to get up and do your morning routine in the bathroom before heading dowstairs to meet your family, "Good morning my loves", you announced your presence as you walked in the kitchen, the little ones getting down for their stool and coming to hug your legs, "Good morning mama, did you have a good sleep?", Alexandre asked as his hand travelled to your bump that was more noticeable in the maternity sleeping dress you were wearing, rubbing it like he had seen his father do so many times, "I did, and you, boys?", you asked as you ran you fingers on their soft cheeks, "It was good. Mama, you look very beautiful", Louis said as a blush cast over your cheeks, Pierre watching the whole situation while he set the last pancake in the plate, "Thank you my love. What are we doing today?", you asked them, "I want to watch movies and cuddle on the sofa all day", Louis said, "Me too!", his brother agreed as they fled to the living room area. Turning off the stove, Pierre opened his arms and snaked aroud your body when he got to you, "Good morning, my love", he said, his lips catching yours for a kiss, "hm, good morning, handsome, thank you for breakfast", you said as you stole another kiss, earning a pat on your butt from your husband as he went to grab the last plate of pancakes to take to the living, the rest of the food already on the large coffee table, "c'mon beautiful mama, we have all day for food, cuddles and family time", he winked.

It was one of the loveliest afternoons you had recently, you were snuggled against your husband's chest while the boys latched to either side of you, their hands constantly in your bump like their father's, stroking the skin over the fabric and occasionally pressing kisses there and, as much as both you and Pierre strived for having your boys be more autonomous and independent as they grew older, nothing beat the feeling of having your little ones in your embrace, wanting nothing more that some cuddles and kisses which you and Pierre were not going to complain about. "I always thought this was going to be tricky, you know? I was so scared that I wouldn't have as much time for my family as I'd like to, and it pained me to think that my children would maybe one day think that I wasn't around as much as I should, but this makes it worth it. So worth it. Did you know these two promised to help you from now on, because they were worried that you are tired now? You even fell asleep in the car...!", Pierre tried his best to mimick his youngest son's shocked expression, earning one of your beautiful laughs, "they love you so much Pierre, you don't even know. Sure, they miss you too but they know you love them to pieces as well", you reasoned, tears forming in your eyes as you spoke about your family, damned hormones, these days you can't even look at your little boys before feeling almost all of the basic six emotions all at once. Kissing your forehead, Pierre's hand managed to reach your bump despite the little boy latching on him like a koala, drawing random shapes on it, "you are my big luck, nothing in this world matters more than the four of you", he said as he waited for what the future would hold for his family.

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly × reader #pierre gasly fic #pierre gasly fluff #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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Okay, so I just went through r/realityshifting and I found out that I shifted twice! And I'm proud of myself so imma just tell yall the 2 times that I shifted lol (in cr timeline order).

1st time: Okay, so I was on my way to therapy and I was in the backseat of my dad's car since he usually drives me there. During the trip before going to therapy, I was like 'hmm maybe I should try shifting!' And created this make-shift method (pun intended) where I looked out the window and visualized and imagined myself driving to my dr (which in this case was my alien dr). It's kinda like the train method but I'm actually in a vehicle lol. A few minutes into this method I created for myself, I start feeling a lil bit of pain my upper abdomen and I got a bit scared, but I didn't stop and just manifested that it would go away almost immediately, and it did! So after that, a few more minutes pass by and my point of view somewhat changes without me moving. Like, originally, I was kinda angeled vision wise when looking outside but one blink later and I'm suddenly looking straight at the window and I'm like 'W t f' but I keep doing my method. Nothing else strange happens and I arive at the building my therapist is at. But only a few seconds pass before a feel myself getting hit in multiple places near my thighs and back, I didn't feel any pain or anything, I just felt the sensation of being hit and I'm like 'WTFFFF'. I also remember somewhat smelling what my dr smells, which was smoke lol, but it went away quickly so I can't really give more deets than that lol. I kept feeling the hitting sensation all the way until my therapy session and I even told my therapist what happened (I didn't tell my therapist that I was planning to shift cos If was scared that she'll demotivate me or some shit like that). Okay, so I believe this was a shift because on r/realityshifting, someone asked if they shifted if they only felt some senses and alot of people were saying yes and that got me thinkin of this scenario I experienced and realizing that I shifted!

2nd time: Alright, so this is completely different from last time lol. I was doing my own method where I hypnotized myself to sleep and made my goal to shift. Now see, this was during a week where I attempted to shift throughout the entire week and I believe that this was in the weekends (although I don't remember lol). Anyways, I did my thing right, and I do my method how intended (with subliminals and an easy nights rest). Although, I 'woke up' a bit early (cr wise) and found myself waking up to pure daylight (which didn't bother me for some reason since this was a better cr that I was shifting to and I scripted that school started later). I then grabbed my phone and everything looked normal until I decided to do a duolingo lesson and found that my streak was reset back to 0 even tho I did a lesson in my cr the day prior. That's when I realized I shifted (still in dr) and suddenly I woke up back in my cr room, which was still midnight. I was too tired to realize what happened so I fell asleep, had funky weird dreams, and woke up at an appropriate time. And that's when I realized that I shifted. I also believe that this was a shift because I was clearly in my dr and I actually had all my senses at play here!

Thanks for reading my silliness🫶

#reality shifting #shifting realities #shiftblr #shifting #desired reality #shifting community #shifting antis dni #reality shift #shifter #shifters #555

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Dirty Laundry (Part II) || Doctor Strange x reader.

Word count: 5.5K Summary: You run away to your home town but Stephen still manages to find you. Warning: SMUTTY SMUT OVER 18s ONLY. vanilla(?), spanking, unprotected p & v sex, creampied. Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else A/N: I am not from America, so the little things in here might be inaccurate okay? but I did do a bit of research but don't come at me asdfghjk if I get something wrong pls. I did my best with my soupy brain. This was briefly proof read.

•••

"Hi this is (Y/N), I'd like to call in sick for my shift later this afternoon?" You were on the phone with the staff management, "Yeah I'm assigned under Doctor Strange’s team, mhm, maybe for three days. Alright thanks." You hung up the phone and threw your head back on the chair, even now  saying his name made your stomach turn.

You sat in an express train on the way to your hometown. Your family owns a lighthouse where your grandfather used to take you all the time when you were little. The lighthouse, the beach, it was all your place of comfort. You buried your hands in your arms, feeling quite ashamed of all the things you've done with Stephen, especially in the workplace. It was unprofessional and it was something your parents wouldn't be proud of— heck it didn't make you proud either. 

You stared out the window, wondering if you made the right decision— Surely there was no other way but down with this kind of relationship, and you refused to be the side chick, Christine was not only a great Doctor but a good person, you can’t wreck what they have? 

You checked your call log and saw at least twenty missed calls from Stephen, you blocked his number but you were still able to see if he called. You knew he left you voice messages but you ignored them, you didn't want to hear it until you've cleared your head.

You fell asleep and arrived at your hometown very early in the morning. You got out of the train and immediately saw your father waiting for you at the platform. 

You made eye contact, a warm smile curved on his lips and walked towards you, bringing you in for a hug, "My baby, I missed you so much!" 

"I missed you too, Dad." You closed your eyes and hugged him tight, it has been six months since you last visited your parents.

Your father gave you a squeeze, pulling away and holding you by the shoulders, "Your mother is cooking your favorite breakfast, let’s get you home." 

During the ride home, your father couldn’t help but notice the solemn look on your face while you soaked yourself in the familiarity of the place. 

"So, who's legs do I have to break?" Your father interrupted your thoughts with a joke. You chuckled and shook your head. 

"Is it that obvious?" You asked him.

"Honey, I raised you, you might’ve been gone for a while but I still know when something's bothering you." He glanced at you with a playful wink. You chuckled but stayed quiet, "Not ready to talk about it yet? Sure." Your father nodded.

"Sorry, Dad." You said softly, glancing at him.

"Don't be ridiculous, I'll find out from your mother anyway." He laughed. 

•••

Stephen threw his phone in his locker and slammed it shut afterward, vexed at the fact that you wouldn't answer your phone. He was expecting to have you as his theatre nurse for this operation, but he now found out you called in sick for another day. It was driving him nuts because the risk of losing you was huge and he knew he didn't have control over the situation, he didn't know another way to contact you, he visited your apartment but no one answered.

Your absence has grossly affected his ability to work efficiently, his focus was deranged and his irritability was through the roof, especially now that the patients he chose were more complicated than he thought.

Stephen glanced at his trolley and noticed that the tumour retractor was missing, he heaved frustratedly, "G'damnit, where's the retractor? How am I supposed to do my job properly if all of you don't do yours?" 

"Sorry, Doctor, we'll open one now." A new graduate nurse apologised.

"You just wasted three seconds telling me that, just hurry up and get it." Stephen snapped, and the young nurse ran to open a sterile pack.

"Doctor Strange, don't you think you're being a little bit harsh?" Doctor Stanton, Stephen's resident, who politely stood up to his senior, a bold move. 

The nurses and techs exchanged nervous glances and cringed behind their masks, knowing that Strange wasn't going to let that slide.

Stephen stared down his junior, the mask made the imperious expressions in his eyes more conspicuous, "You want to talk about harshness, Doctor Stanton? If this patient dies because we couldn't remove the tumour in time, why don't you talk to her family and tell them that they lost a daughter because one of our instruments was missing." Stephen snatched the forceps from the nurse as she handed it over.

Doctor Stanton sighed lightly and bit his tongue to not aggravate Stephen even more. The room fell silent as Stephen immersed himself in trying to fix and hold the tumour in place before proceeding with a very delicate procedure of dissecting it. 

Since Stephen was easily distracted, even the sound of someone breathing heavily made him lose his focus. He paused what was doing and said in a low gravelly voice, "Whoever sounds like Darthvader, do me a favour and step out of the room. Your breathing is distracting me." 

The person became self aware and breathed more quietly. Everyone was antsy and did the best they could to not be Strange’s next target. After what seemed like forever, Stephen managed to dissect the mass and close up the patient before stepping aside and supervising the resident to do the rest. 

After six hours of standing in the operating room with staff whom he deemed incompetent due to his ongoing tantrum, Stephen has had enough for the day. He strolled past the nurse's station in the recovery ward and heard your name being spoken by your manager from her office. Stephen made a u-turn and leaned against the door frame while your manager was still on the phone with you.

She noticed Stephen by the door, arms crossed and waiting to be addressed, "One sec." She mouthed as she nodded and listened to what you were saying in the other line. 

Stephen then felt compelled to take a seat in front of her, flicking the wobble head toy of Captain America on her desk while he impatiently waited. 

"Alright love, get well soon. Buh-bye." Katie hung up the phone and turned her attention to Stephen, "Doctor Strange, this is odd, what brings you to my office?" 

Stephen stopped playing with the wobbly head and said, "Was that (Y/N) on the phone?" He answered her question with one.

"Um, yes it was. Why?" She raised her eyebrows questioningly. She heard staff talking about Stephen being extra cranky ever since you took your sick leave. 

"Just wondering when someone competent will come back." Stephen lied and shrugged.

"Hm she said she'll be back in a week–" 

"A week?!" Stephen almost jumped out of his seat and then rubbed his eyebrows as if to get rid of the incoming headache, "I can't wait that long– is she really sick?"

"Wow. Doctor Strange, I don't usually question my staff for taking sick leave unless it's getting frequent and yes, she does sound sick." Katie nodded, remembering the hoarseness in your voice when you called her.

"Oh, okay…Did she at least mention going anywhere?" Stephen asked.

Katie narrowed her eyes, beginning to become more suspicious around his motives, "Why are you really here, Doctor Strange?" 

"What do you mean why am I really here? One of your best staff is missing, and I can't do my job properly since the ones I have now can't even arrange surgical tools properly!" Stephen answered quite defensively, blaming it on the others instead of himself.

"Sorry, I can’t tell you. It's confidential." Katie shrugged with a tight lipped smile. It was indeed confidential, but she was trying to manipulate Strange into telling her his actual reason. He sounded desperate enough to know where you were.

Her 'oh well' demeanour got Stephen sighing, "Alright fine, I'll tell you." Stephen reaches for the door and shuts it.

•••

“Good morning darling, did you have a great sleep last night?” Your mother greeted you from the kitchen after hearing the light thumping of your feet while going down.

“I actually did, Mom. Thank you. What about you?” You sauntered your way to your table, where a hearty breakfast awaited. When you're alone at home, the only things you consume are a piece of fruit and a glass of water, all because you cherish your sleep.

“So-so, your father snores a lot, I’ve been with him for god knows how long and still, I can't get used to it.” She chuckled while pouring pear juice into your glass.

“Just turn him to his side, that usually works like magic.” You advised before taking a bite of your mother’s cooking.

Your mother took her seat and before she could put food in her mouth, she paused, “Oh really? How do you know it works?” She asked.

“I heard from a friend.” You casually shrug, shoving more food in your mouth. In fact, it worked so well on Stephen. He tends to snore, but only when he’s super tired, “Where’s dad?” 

“He’s outside, chopping some wood, he invited some of his friends over to catch up around the fire tonight.” Your mother pointed with her thumb over her shoulder where you found no sign of your father there.

“Are you sure? He’s not there. ” You lightly lifted yourself up, trying to find your dad outside, causing your mother to turn around.

“Oh, hm, he was just there a couple of minutes ago.” 

•••

Stephen stepped out of his Lamborghini, hands tucked into his navy wool textured peacoat, his facial hair slightly unshaven. He looked around the large, well tended garden in the vicinity of your house, and found your dad approaching him, “Excuse me sir, is this the (Y/L/N) residence?”

Your father stayed a good few metres back, “Yes it is, who’s asking?”

“My name is Stephen, sir. I’m looking for (Y/N).” Stephen introduced himself. 

“You’re looking for my daughter? (Y/N)? And who are you?” Your father asked, turning around to glance at the house to see if anyone was looking through the window.

“I'm one of her colleagues at work, Sir. Just wanting to know if she's alright, I was told she was sick.” 

“She’s inside. Follow me.” Your father waved his hands and Stephen followed behind, “What are you? Her new boyfriend or something?” 

“Uhhh,” Stephen drawled, “I’m her boy space friend.”

Your father glanced at him with raised eyebrows and said, “You sounded unsure about that— So what’s your family name, boy?” 

“My last name is Strange, Sir”

Your father halted and turned his head to look at Stephen and chuckled, “Really? I’ve heard plenty of strange names, I’d love to hear yours, I won’t judge.” 

“No, Strange is my last name, Sir. My name is Stephen Strange.” 

“Oh sorry—” They climbed the wooden porch together, your father chucking his gloves on a chair, and your father opened the screen door and yelled out, “(Y/N)! You have a visitor!”

You whipped your head in the direction of your father’s voice and grabbed a tissue to wipe your mouth with before facing the visitor. You exchanged looks with your mom, but she smiled at you and shrugged—you stood up, expecting it to be one of your childhood friends you haven’t seen in a while, but instead your eyes landed on Stephen and your smile dropped.

Stephen’s gaze met yours, he felt a surge of joy after seeing you with his own eyes, relieved to see that you were okay— he did notice your smile disappearing as soon as you laid eyes on him. 

You averted his gaze and looked at your father instead, “What is he doing here?” Suddenly, it was so hard to breathe after seeing his face, the face you wanted to forget, the one that makes your heart flutter nonstop when he visits your head.

“He said he was looking for you, he seemed decent, so I told him to follow me.” Your father furrowed his brows at your unease. 

“Honey! Eat your breakfast— oh, hello.” Your mother darted her eyes at each one of you.

Stephen smiled politely at your mother.

“Darling, this is Stephen, your daughter’s boy space friend. His last name is Strange.” Your father introduced the man to your mother, glancing at you after using Stephen's name in a dad joke. You didn’t mention anything about Stephen to either of them at all. 

Your mother frowned at your father, “That’s not a nice thing to say, love! I’m so sorry Stephen, I don’t know why he would say that! Would you like to join us for breakfast?” 

You shut your eyes at the fact that your mother misunderstood, plus you could tell your father was suppressing a laugh by the way the corners of his lips twitched and his abdomen and chest jerked. Stephen, on the other hand, was used to it and didn’t mind, he’s been in this situation way too many times.

"No, he doesn’t! Why don’t I show him around first? I’ll show him the beach and the lighthouse,” you cut off your mom and then muttered, “and maybe throw him off a cliff.”

“Oh sure, honey—he can just join us for lunch then, so just be back by then,” Your mother smiled. You nodded reluctantly and walked past Stephen to go upstairs and change yourself into more decent clothing.

“Stay there and wait. I’ll be back.” You demanded Stephen insistently and then ascended the staircase.

•••

You used the beach trail near your backyard to take Stephen to the beach and the lighthouse that your family owns. While walking, you kept a fair amount of distance between you and him, none of you seemed to want to start talking. 

The gusts of wind were fairly powerful, and the temperature that accompanied them was rather brisk. Cumulonimbus clouds began to develop on the ocean's horizon as the waves progressively grew harsher against the shoreline. It was likely going to rain. 

You immediately regretted wearing the first article of clothing that you saw, which was a white boho maxi beach dress. The sand that your feet sank into was rather chilly, and it was a mistake to wear it. Stephen, seeing that you were beginning to shiver, shrugged his large coat off and draped it over your shoulders. You couldn't help but be drawn in by the addictive, heady aroma of the autumn wood and citrus that lingered in the air after he put it on you. It never fails to leave you with a pleasant sensation on the inside.

“When were you planning to answer my calls?” He finally spoke, the man's deep voice sounded like dark brown velvet to your ears, and there was a trace of impatience in its restraint.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” You answered, simply.

“Have you ever heard the voicemails I left you?” He asked yet another question, and you shook your head, causing him to scoff in disbelief, “Wow, so you were just going to leave me hanging? Don’t you give a damn about how I feel?” His voice changed in pitch, just a touch higher as passion grew in him.

“It doesn’t matter alright, Stephen? You can’t have the best of both worlds and lead people on.”

Stephen halted, shocked at what he had just heard come from you, but you kept walking, “Are you calling my feelings invalid? Wow. I didn’t expect this from you, that’s really selfish—and I am not leading you on, dammit.” His long strides caught up with you in no time as he grabbed your wrist and forcefully whipped you around to face him, “Can’t you just listen and hear me out?” His voice faltered, he felt hurt by your indifference towards him.

Thunder clapped as the clouds began to spit out beads of water, you looked up into the sky and saw the lovely hue of blue that the ocean reflected had transformed into a gravel grey as the sky was being obscured by the formation of large cloud pillows. 

You tugged on Stephen’s sleeve, “It’s starting to rain Stephen, let’s go back.”

“No.” His throat grumbled, holding you in place firmly before you could even move your feet to leave. The scenery behind him almost feels like a representation of what he was feeling inside at that moment.

“It’s starting to rain!” You shouted, as you failed to thrash out of his grip. 

“I don’t care!” He roared back at you, almost straining his larynx, his grip tightened around your arms. Then a stronger downpour followed, and in a matter of seconds, the two of you were completely drenched. Because of the volume of the rain that was pouring, the sounds merged together into a single, continuous buzzing. Your eyelids fluttered as the rain hit your face, making it hard to look at him, “You’re not going to run away this time, (Y/N)! I won’t allow that!”

“I don’t belong to you, Stephen! You don’t have the right to use your egotistical authority against me!” You shouted through the overall noise of your surroundings. 

Stephen dropped his head down, “Okay, you’re right, you don’t belong to me.” He wasn’t muttering, but his voice sounded like one after he lowered it, turning raspy, “But I belong to you, my heart belongs to you. Don’t I at least get the right to tell you that? I’m sorry for whatever I did for your eyes to see me that way, but I am telling you the truth.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. Your defensive walls softened after hearing his confession, you felt his grip on you loosen as well, and you gently slipped yourself out of his hold. You needed time to process what was happening because you weren’t prepared for it even though this was what you wanted. 

“Where are you going?” Stephen asked as you turned to make your way to the lighthouse for shelter. He was on edge, afraid that you might run away again.

“I want to get out of this rain,” You turned around, “Are you going to follow me or not?”

•••

When you entered the base of the lighthouse and flicked the lights on, Stephen was expecting the inside to be an old, creepy looking spiral staircase, but instead he was welcomed with a warm and cosy living room with a loft just above the kitchen, which is the bedroom. The rain outside was relentless, the thunder causing the lights to flicker. The darkness caused the lighthouse to automatically turn itself on above for sailors. 

You removed Stephen’s coat and placed it over a heater to dry it, thanks to it, the upper part of your dress was only damp.

"Do you know how many lighthouses there are in New Jersey?" He asked, completely off topic.

"What does it have to do with anything?" You averted your gaze when you noticed the white top he was wearing stuck to his skin like cling wrap, highlighting the muscles in his chest and abdomen.

"There’s eleven. I ditched work just so I can spend all night to find you, I visited eleven lighthouses each at least half an hour to an hour in between—are you understanding the depths of my feelings here for you? The length I would go through, for you? Lighthouse after lighthouse, the locals tell me they didn't know who you were and Ironically, yours was the last one I found, just like how I need you to be my last." Stephen ignored your question, straight after he was given information by your manager, he wasted no time in looking for you. She didn’t give him your exact location because she didn’t have it but she did remember you mentioning New Jersey and the lighthouse your family owned.

"You're insane, what about Christine?" You shook your head, it was still not sinking in, you didn't know what to say. Only you knew he was comepletely out of his mind for doing what he did.

"Yeah, I am and what about Christine? There's nothing going on between us. It's always been just you (Y/N). You are the epitome of all the things I need for the rest of my life. You got me thinking about our future, our house and maybe kids, if you want. You can't expect me to not catch feelings for you when you won't get out of my head twenty-four seven." He looked at you so intimately from where he stood that you felt like you're melting on the floor.

He approaches you with his eyes lowered downward like a puppy that has been scolded. He was completely out of his element, making it unclear to him what course of action to take. He shifts his weight as he delicately walks towards you, despite his best intentions, he hesitates to reach out to you, as if he were reaching through thick honey, his hand slows and then freezes.

You stop, allowing yourself some time to gather your thoughts and maybe, just perhaps, revel in the fact that you have this power over him, even if only for a split second. But you choose to give him compassion, you grasp his hand and draw him nearer to you until you are safely ensconced in his arms. Absolution has always been his. 

When compared to your own temperature, the heat emanating from his body is intense. Stephen repositioned his feet so they were outside of yours and wrapped his arms around you. He drew a deep, shuddering breath and continued to bring you closer together until you were pressed together, chest to chest, belly to belly, and thigh to thigh.

You inhaled the aroma of the autumn cedar that he wore, you ran your hand down the muscles in his back, and followed the straight line of his spine with your fingers. You may find that a more practical side of you urges, ‘Step back! You need to take your time to talk! You need to work on things slowly. ’ However, the pull of his presence is too strong to bear; just being in close proximity to him makes you feel compelled to reach out and touch him.

Neither of you has exchanged a single word. Stephen seems to be looking down at you as you stare up at him. He grins softly, his fingertips lightly caressing your face, while one of his arms remains firmly pressed against your body, keeping you close, tightly, almost painfully. When his nose brushed against yours, you instinctively pushed your face forward and launched into an instant kiss, claiming him as yours.

In the way he returned your kiss, Stephen's desperation was easy to feel. You can sense the strain in his body as he attempts to rein himself in and slow down, savour the moment, but you both know that both of you were beyond that point. Both of you know this path so well that even though there’s this awkward feeling of newness between you, your hands remember.

Stephen was yearning for your touch. If it were possible for him to cover every part of you with his hands, body, and lips, he would do it. While he is lifting one of your legs up and around him, you throw your arms around his neck and he does the same thing with the other leg. While you are suspended there, his hands curl underneath you and pull you closer to him while he takes deep breaths into your neck. You tug at his hair to bring his mouth closer to you, then takes his lower lip in on your own and bites it, perhaps a little too forcefully, which causes him to hitch a sharp breath.

Stephen stumbles forward and your back hits the wall, knocking the air out of you. While he is supporting you between the wall and his own hips, the bones in his hips dig into your painfully round thighs. Stephen breaks apart from your kisses in order to make eye contact with you while he unbuckles his belt from underneath you.

Intense, agonising heat is pulsing through your abdomen like a steady electrical current, your core throbbing with a burning desire for him. You're bringing your dress up around your waist as you pull it out from between you. As Stephen continues to grind against you, his pants begin to pool around his ankles, leaving only his underwear as the only thing separating the two of you. 

You can feel his breath on your neck as he kisses you. You lick his ear, which prompts Stephen to bury his face in your chest. He then lifts you up so that he can bite at your breast through the fabric of your dress. He is breathing heavily, like a horse at the races, Stephen fumbles with his boxers, pushing them down, his hardened cock springing free. There's no effort on his part to remove your underwear; he merely pulls them to one side and lets you slide down on him while against the wall. That electrifying current shot up from the depths of your stomach into your heart as you felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Both of you were holding your breath till he softly penetrated himself in, every inch of his shaft filling you completely.

It hurts a little, and you both gasp together. You draw him closer to you as Stephen descends as deep into you as he can, so slowly and tenderly, even at this moment, allowing you time to adjust him around your walls. You wrap your legs tighter around him, and he reacts by putting one arm in the small of your back and the other under you, pulling you closer, despite the fact that there is no way the two of you could possibly be any closer together. 

He makes a slight withdrawal and then begins the steady rhythm, his muscles flexing through his wet shirt in response to your touch. In a matter of seconds, you felt your lower back pounding painfully against the stone wall behind you. His teeth graze up your neck and he elevates your legs higher, allowing himself deeper access and hitting that deeper spot within you, which causes your eyes to roll in the back of your head. Moans leave his lips unchecked, enjoying the slippery sensation of being inside you while your muscles, ones you never knew existed, clench tightly around him.

For a short while, you both remain silent as you focus on sensing one another, moving, and listening to each other's breath. He takes a careful step back and turns, letting you fall off of him and onto the couch, kicking off his pants as he does so and pulling your panties free. You climbed back to straddle him, his appreciative gaze making you feel confident. Your fingers wrap around his shaft, squeezing it on purpose, making him grunt. 

“Why are you so addictive?” You whispered in his ear and you could feel his hot, almost pulsating, cock under you as you positioned yourself down on him, feeling his warmth fill you back up. The moment your dress was pulled up and over your head, Stephen began rocking you back and forth. You clumsily pull at his shirt, which prompts him to sit up and give you permission to remove it from him by yanking it off. 

“Kiss me while you make love to me.” Stephen envelops you in his arms and pulls you closer to him so that the two of you can share a passionate kiss.

Now you make the rhythm, and you make it slow, making him gasp, binding your fingers into the back of his dark hair. You can almost not take it when you see the look of hunger on his face; you want to give him what it is that he desires. When his hands find your breasts, he uses his long, clever fingers to tease your nipples in a variety of different ways, causing heat to spread throughout your body. The hairs on your arms and legs stand on end, and your throat tingles as a result of the chills. 

You grab each of his hands in one of your own and pin them together above his head as you quicken the pace of rocking in his lap. He tries to resist, but you don't let him.

“Yes, baby, look at you owning my cock like that.” Stephen moaned in an obviously helpless manner into your ear while his hands were tightly clasped beneath yours. You whimper and mewl wordlessly, feeling hot as Stephen’s face contorts in ways that the pleasure almost feels like pain, good pain. Stephen began to control your movements with his strong arms, when he could feel your legs quivering in fatigue.

“Stephen, take me, my legs are getting tired,” You whimpered and yet didn’t stop rocking your hips, not wanting that feeling to stop. Stephen wipes your now dried hair away from your face and smiles sweetly.

“I’ll take you any day, love.” Stephen leans in and pecks you on the lips, “Get on your fours.” He commanded and you followed, feeling the warmth of his cock slip out of you while you leaned forward on your forearms, pressing your tummy down, arching your back and raising your ass, presenting your swollen cunt to him. You reached down between your legs and spread your lips open for him.

“Just like that,” You heard him whisper as he knelt down in front of your spread legs, “You know how to make my mouth water, baby. God, I love this ass.” Stephen groaned, groping you before spanking one of your cheeks, lightly. This felt so good, he slapped your ass again, harder, a really satisfying smack sound was made, and a red handprint was left on your tender flesh.

You cried out in pain and pleasure, “Why did you do that?”

“That’s for ignoring me, and running away from me.” He moistened his lips and licked his hand before running his finger lightly against the wetness of your little hole, making you jerk, and he chuckled. “So sensitive, but I won’t keep you waiting, princess. If you promise me you won’t do that to me again.”

“I can’t guarantee that—” Stephen lifted his hands and lowered his hand to your bare bottom with a resounding smack, “Mmmh.” You bit your lips and winced.

“Sorry what?” 

If you weren’t feeling desperate for his touch, you would’ve kept defying him, Stephen stroking your bottom didn’t help, it only made you crave for him, “I said, I won’t ignore or run away from you again—Stephen, just fuck me.”

Stephen smirked at your eagerness, “So needy,” He grabbed his cock and started rubbing the thick, slippery head up and down from her clit down to your tiny hole, teasing you. You wiggled your ass against him, begging him with your body to ram it in. Stephen’s cock stretches you out once more, and you grunt from the sheer force of his dick splitting you open. Stephen lazily reaches for your wrists and traps your hands behind you until you’re completely helpless but willing to take the pounding thrusts he slams into you. Again and again.

It was pure pleasure for Stephen to watch his wet cock slide in and out of your tight cunt while palming your ass cheeks. With every stroke he makes, your swollen lips cling to his thusting shaft, “Fucking love being inside you, tell me baby, who’s going to break first?” 

Your hot breath fogged up against the leather seat, and you felt Stephen’s cock hit you at all the right places, “You.” You clamped your walls, squeezing his cock inside you. Stephen threw his head back with a guttural grunt, and you pushed back, meeting his wild thrusts in the middle.

Stephen reaches under for your clit, palming it in a rigorous circular motion, instantly sending you into overdrive with a scream, you came all over his cock that still pounded you. 

Stephen kept fucking your dripping pussy while you convulsed and shivered beneath him, “Ugh baby, ” Feeling you clamp even tighter around his dick caused him to lose control, his thrust became longer and deeper, and when the knot in the pit of his stomach was too much to bear, his throbbing cock fired two powerful shots deep inside your gripping cunt. Little spasms shook his body as he slowly thrust every last drop of essence into you. A burst of sexual ecstasy ensued as all the built-up tension, pressure, and nervous energy were suddenly released. 

Stephen rested his body over yours, huffing like a bull and waiting for his cock to go limp inside you, his nose buried in your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo. After catching his breath, he gets off of you and you lay together on the couch wrapped around each other. Stephen was patient, attentive, his kisses chaste and sweet as he repeatedly brushed his hand through your hair to soothe you.

You wished this moment could last forever and prayed so hard that this wasn't just a dream.

“Are you really mine, Stephen?” Your eyes flutter up to meet his tender gaze on you.

And with a whisper he replied, “All of me is yours (Y/N).” 

•••

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[farmerbebop]

I heard some birds singing at midnight yesterday and thought "At least McGoohan photoshopping has one good side effect, I guess".

So I put him in paintings again, while thinking of my paternal grandpa, who died before I was born. Yes, in case you are wondering, he also "resigned".

He was chosen to be a revolutionary at a very young age by an army officer who came across a group of boys playing one day and noticed one of them was different than the rest. He was then trained among the "elite" of his generation, who all went on to be high-ranking politicians, except him.

While he and his wife were out there fighting against the biggest war machine in the world, his son was raised on a thousand lines of epic poetry recited to him by his illiterate grandma, on the songs and poems of his father's friends. Dad didn't mind not being as talented as his father, in music, poetry, sport, everything. He loved swimming in the river, playing the guitar, and being mischievous. He later caused his mother many troubles, the least of them was him saying "How can I work for a boss who is less qualified than I am?" everytime she sent him somewhere to apply for a job.

How my grandma raised three kids alone after grandpa's death, how she wrote poems for him every year on his death anniversary, how we struggled and are still struggling to live, like many millions of our people who don't belong to the rich and corrupt ruling class of our country, I can't really tell you. I have never been good at this.

I just want to say one more thing. That "The Best of Friends" also reminds me of my best friend. She used to take a nap after lunch, I didn't. Everytime I turned up at her door after lunch she told me "What are you doing here?". And then let me in. After doing the dishes, she and her sister soon fell asleep with me lying between them, wide awake, daydreaming the summer noons of my childhood away. Those were probably the happiest days of my life.

References:

Pereza andaluza (Julio Romero de Torres)

Reading by Candlelight (Carl Vilhelm Holsøe)

In front of the house (Józef Mehoffer)

Wild Friend (Évariste Carpentier)

#The Best of Friends #patrick mcgoohan #my lousy photoshopping #mcgoohan at the museum

[call-sign-jinx]

Tangerine ~ You're My Top Priority

Summary: you and tangerine have an argument that ends up with you crying, you go to sleep after getting drugged and when you wake up tangerine confesses something.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, makeout, guns and i think thas it

A/N: hiya babes! if ur reading this i hope u find it great cos i acc enjoyed writing sommet for once. ill probs do more and requests r open so ye. adios hun xoxo

tangerine x fem!reader

To put it simply. I hate Tangerine’s guts. Why? Cause he’s a fucking twat and everyone knows it. Some people are just more tolerable to him than others. Me? I don’t take any of his shit cause I just don’t care anymore. When I were younger, I used to let people take the piss and use me for my kindness but as I grew older, I started to care less. It started to drain me being that nice all the time. So by the time I was about 15, I just... Cracked. What I mean is I realised who used me and who didn’t and the worst of them all was none other than Tangerine himself. He wanted me to do something for him and instead of finally saying no, I just snapped and let out all my anger out on him. Obviously he fought back, but I won anyway. And from that day, we both hated each other.

Now, I’m on a mission with Lemon, and sadly Tangerine, to bring the White Death’s son to him and also to bring a brief case. Simple but also not. I heard that some other people are after the briefcase so when Tangerine mentioned that we wouldn’t keep it with us for the train journey. I obviously had something to say.

“Why the fuck would yer leave it there without one of us ‘olding it? Ahaha you pleb are you ‘aving a giggle?” I tilted my head back as I laughed at Tangerine. Lemon let out a small giggle as he has always loved my accent. Tangerine just pulled a face at me that looked like disgust.

“Do you plan on holding it mate?” Tangerine wanted an argument, and so did I. So I was going to give him one.

“Nah, am not gonna ‘old it, yer 'olding you daft bastard." Lemon couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles. Tangerine hit his shoulder to try and stop him but all it did was make them go slightly quieter.

"Maybe if you grew a pair Tangerine, you'd get a job done without needing other people to do all the dirty work." I crossed my arms across my chest and Tangerine gave me the dirtiest look he could fathom.

"Who do you think you're talking to Baroness? You're only on our side cause we needed you for one thing then this bastard decided to let you join our 'team'." Tangerine pointed to Lemon angrily and I rolled my eyes as he continued to lecture me while Lemon put a hand on his chest in mock offense. I lay back into my seat and blocked his voice out.

"Oi! Just because you're rich from daddy's money you inherited when he died doesn't mean you have to ignore me you stuck up bitch." That struck a nerve. He knew my dad died when I was 16. I had to get pulled out of school because of it for a bit. He died because of something I did. Something I did cost him his fucking life.

"You know not to talk 'bout ma dad you fucking stupid cunt." My eyes began to tear up and I couldn't hold them in anymore. I stood up and went to the bathroom as far away from Tangerine as I could. I locked the door and sat there for a while. Guess it was long enough for me to fall asleep. I know, why on God's green earth is an agent falling asleep on a mission? I don't fucking know mate, I were just feeling tired since I had that cup of tea that man gave me. Fuck! It has halcian. I thought it were that in his fucking pocket.

I leaned against the wall and my eyes got heavier and heavier with every second. Until... I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I heard shouting and people fighting. I quickly woke myself up and psyched myself up to get ready for a punch getting thrown or a kick to the leg. I quickly opened the door and as soon as I stepped out I was met with silence. I looked to the left of me, and there were men down on the floor. Then I looked to the right, great. It were Tangerine post-fight with sweat glazing his face and exposed chest. God his body looked good in that sui- what the fuck am I thinking? No! He's a fucking prick. But he's a fit prick. Ugh it's fucking confusing.

"Oh my God, Ness! I thought someone had hurt you! Are you alright?" He cupped my cheeks and turned my head side to side to scan for any signs of damage. I rolled my eyes and pushed his gorgeous, veiny hands away from my face.

"Why don't you go get the brief case since thas what yer always worried bout. Fucking cumbag." I went to turn around and leave but Tangerine grabbed my wrist and held me in place. He looked at me and oh. My. God. I never noticed how blue and beautiful his eyes were. Baroness! Stop! He's been a prick since day 1, why now?

"Y/N, what do you mean? I care more about you than the briefcase. I always have. You're my top priority." He cupped my cheeks once again and heat were rising to my face.

"Anyway, besides the point. Where've you been this past hour? We kind of needed you a bit." He gestures his head side to side at the men down on the floor.

"Some fucking wankface man spiked ma drink. Am fucking livid and am gonna knock his lights out." Tangerine's whole demeanor changed. His went from soft and caring to pissed off and looks like he's about to kill everyone in his sight.

"Who the fuck did it? Do you remember what he looked like?" I looked to my left when I saw a figure coming towards us and it was the prick himself. I pointed at him and before I could even say anything, Tangerine pulled his gun out and shot him between the eyes.

"Jesus Christ Tang, bit of a warning next time?" Tangerine quickly put his gun away and apologised.

"By the way Ness, am sorry for what I said earlier. That wasn't called for and I crossed the line." He looked down to his shoes with furrowed brows.

"Tang, its fine. I've said some fucked up shit to you before. Some has been even worse than that and you just act like you don't care when I know it hits a nerve. Plus am tired of fighting all the time. Mates?" I put my hand out for him to shake but when he grabbed it he pulled me closer to him then pressed his lips against mine.

I was shocked at first but then I kissed him back and pulled him as close as possible by placing my hands on the back of his neck. He slowly places his hands on my waist and squeezes them as he does the same.

He swipes his tongue across my bottom lip asking for access. I open my mouth in response and it turns into a heated makeout, until both of us lose our breath.

"I think I wanna be more than mates darling." Tangerine smirks at me and I returned the expression. We then decide to go look for Lemon and head to the bottom of the train as quick as we can.

#bullet train tangerine #lemon and tangerine #tangerine #tangerine and lemon #tangerine bullet train #tangerine imagine #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #bullet train #bullet train 2022 #bullet train fanfic #bullet train lemon

[lucky-katebishop]

Tim Drake Comics Pt. 2

Hiiii here’s more screenshots from the comics. These are from Robin 1993 issues 0-10 (I’m pretty sure...) @teenyturtle​ anyone else who wants to get tagged let me know! I’m slowly reading all of them so expect more posts lol

Dick with a mullet Dick with a mullet Dick with a mullet Dick with a mullet Dick with a- (also Tim is giving SUCH annoying little brother energy here I love it)

This panel is GORGEOUS I absolutely love the use of negative space (is that the correct term? I’m not an artist)

I love, love, LOVE seeing how Shiva’s training and Bruce’s training differentiates and how that results in Tim not knowing which side to take. Shiva would kill Stephanie’s dad but Bruce wouldn’t even hear of it. What would Tim do? Spoiler (lol)... he saves him. Because at the end of the day, he’s not a killer.

This boy thinks he’s going to die and the last thing he thought of was letting down Bruce!! I am not okay!! So much of Tim’s solo runs is him being unsure if Bruce is proud of him and doubting himself and his capabilities. But also, let’s not forget that he successfully took down the Joker I think within his first year of fighting by HIMSELF! That’s impressive!

Dick standing up for Tim is just *chef’s kiss* (especially because Bruce was SUCH an ass about the whole Jean Peal Valley situation)

I’m sorry. All the fanfics I’ve read don’t mention there’s a fucking ROBIN CAR! I need to know if there’s a toy. I need said toy. 

Oh wow. Bruce being confident in a Robin? Who fucking knew.

This panel is very beautiful though. I’ll give them that.

Okay now I understand why she’s always mentioned in Tim fics! Good to know she’s a comic character lol!

This is my favorite panel. Everyone else can go home. (In context, Ariana is telling Tim that she went out with another guy because Tim blew her off and he just... fell asleep... and this is after he kissed Stephanie... I can’t make this shit up)

Tim, NO. Don’t take ideas from rogues. Especially stupid rogues!

#tim drake #batman #batfam #comics #chuck dixon #robin 1993 #robin #red robin #tim x ariana #tim x stephanie #stephanie brown #spoiler #bruce wayne #dc #detective comics #90s comics #dc comics #timothy drake #timothy jackson drake #robin meta #tim drake meta #my posts #dick grayson #nightwing

[arikonig02]

Nezha x fem!reader

A/N: Hopefully I proofread this.

You were walking down to a beautiful garden on a sunny day. "Y/n," someone calls you from the palace. "You know that dad is going to be mad if you go to the garden again and I am not going to-" "Calm down sis, I already finish my training with dad." "Who cares, besides, dad is going to get you a marriage proposal soon and I can not wait to meet your husband. " Y/n cringed at how her sister talked about the marriage proposal. Boy, you even got mad when your dad was talking about it at the dinner table. You wanted a normal day to be at peace, instead, you get yelled at. 'Great what a day.' The day was just you and your thoughts. You end the day by going to bed and thinking about who and why you will be married. 'I hope dad is making the right decision.' You fall asleep after that thought. 

The next morning, you wake up to see people, frantically running around. 'Weird, something must be wrong!' You see your sister, talking to the chef. "Hey, sis, what's with all the commotion?" "Lady Yin's family is coming," "You know, the one who met you last time?" You thought for a while until you made an answer. "Oh right, I know her," "Wait she has kids?" You replied with a confused look. "Yes, she does." 'I did not know that.'  Your sister explains that she has three kids. Jinzha is the oldest, Muzha is the middle child, and Nezha, is the youngest. Nezha is your age and you are getting married to the Third Lotus Prince. "WAIT, YOU MEAN THAT I'M GETTING MARRIED TO THE THIRD LOTUS-" Your sister interrupts you. "Yes, you are getting married to the Third Lotus Prince." 'Oh wow, the Third Lotus Prince.' You thought to yourself, with utter awe. Your sister helped you with the clothing and what need to wear.

This is what your wear: 

You look at yourself in a mirror and were in complete awe. You loved the outfit and thank your sister for help. "Come on Y/n, we have to go now before they come." "Okay, give me a sec." "Alright, come quick, kay." You went for a short walk and went to the throne room, you saw your sister and father. They gave a signal to come next to them and stand quiet for now. Once Lady Yin's family came, she introduced her sons. "Meet my three sons." "Jinzha, Muzha, and Nezha." Nezha stepped forward and saw you in your beautiful dress. He was speechless. You were in shock when you saw Nezha, the Third Lotus Prince. Both of you blushed for a bit when Nezha spoke, "Hello princess, it's um-lovely to see you." "You too." You looked away when you felt a peck on your hand. You saw Nezha kiss your hand as the family giggled and chuckled away. You led him to the garden leaving both of you alone. You talked with Nezha for hours. "You know you are beautiful, blossom." "Blossom?" You blushed at the nickname. "Yes umm-" Nezha almost fell when he realized that he called you by a nickname. "Sorry I-" "It's fine." Both of you looked away. You realized you fall in love with Nezha even though you just met him. It felt like you've known him for your whole life. 

A/N

Thank you for reading this. This is my first-ever oneshot.

#nezha x reader #lego monkey kid #lmk nezha

[musical-chan]

Father of Time Chapter 9:  Power In A Vessel Too Small

Link paused in the middle of sparring, catching Deity off guard for a moment. The boy stood there with his head tilted to the side. 

“Dad, I think I'm getting taller. Your head isn’t quite as high above me anymore.”

“I should hope you are. You're not even fully grown yet.”

“Yeah, but.”  Link stopped, frowned, pushed on. “I noticed it that one day. Um, the Majora thing.  The legs on my pants felt too short? And I think it's getting worse.”

“You were always going to grow. It is something all Hylians do. Did you not get taller when you were older?” 

Link grimaced. “I slept through that.”

“It is the same process, whether you are asleep or awake.”

With an overblown sigh, Link raised his sword and shield again. “Fine, I get it. I’m perfectly normal and everything is fine.”  He did not wait for his father to ready himself before jumping into an attack.  Sometimes he could catch him off guard but today was not that day.  Deity parried, then swung around in an arc behind him.  Link raised his shield just in time and flipped backwards to avoid further attacks.

The boy leaned in for another round but something on his father’s face gave him pause. An intensity had settled there and the god straightened, putting the shorter sword to the side.

“Let’s try something different.”  Deity reached for his back as the double helix blade appeared in his hand.  Link swallowed hard, already raising his shield.  He was still not prepared for how hard the blade hit and staggered backwards.  He didn’t even have time to regain his balance before he was struck again.  He missed being hit by the third by the simple fact that he fell and rolled out of the way.

“Um, dad?”

Deity said nothing and proceeded to attack again.  Only the months of training kept Link from collapsing under the pressure of his father's relentless assault.  He blocked every hit he couldn't dodge. A few hits he even deflected with his sword though he was surprised he managed to do even that.  He definitely didn’t have time to consider attacking at all.

“Dad!”

(Read the rest on AO3!)

Or start from the beginning

#Legend of Zelda AU #post-OOT AU #post-MM AU #Legend of Zelda fanfic #Fierce Deity #Fierce Dadity #loz fanfic #Fierce Deity is a good dad #loz au fic #Father of Time fic #post MM Link #Legend of Zelda #Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time #Legend of Zelda Majora's Mask

[mentallyshattered]

This is part 17 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

Today did suck. Grim and I nearly fell asleep during every class except P.E, when we fell asleep and were just left in the shade because Vargas wouldn't let anyone carry us to the nurse. Lovely. That nap gave us the energy to report him, and then it was spent.

I can't remember anything else. Just reading my notes feels like a fever dream. The writing is so messy, it's barely legible, if at all- I can hardly read anything at this point.

The one thing I do remember is going out into the forest for some peace and quiet with Korrak and Mandible. Oh, and falling asleep on Korrak. That too.

Waking up is better. I feel more refreshed already. When I turn to look, though, Korrak is awake.

He sees me staring and laughs softly. "Morning, lil' bro."

I smile. This world really is the best thing to ever happen to me. I have an older brother! And, thinking back, I've probably called Vil "mom" at some point, which probably makes Rook the dad.

"This is nice, isn't it?"

I smile. Grim is right, this is nice. There's a gentle breeze blowing softly, the sun is high enough to light the area but low enough to be out of our eyes, and the clouds are floating lazily overhead, shifting shape as they do.

Korrak has the right idea, lying on his back and looking at the sky.

"I've heard p-people say that it's th-th-these gentle little moments th-that make life comfy." He closes his eyes and reopens them after a second. "Never understood that u-until now."

"Never paid attention to them?"

He shakes his head, the grass underneath his hair rustling quietly as he does. "Never h-had any I could p-p-pay attention t-."

He pronounces "attention" as "addention" and stutters at the word "to," but only once. Instead of trying to say both letters, he just gives up after the first holdup.

"Why not?"

"B-being calm is a p-privilege I just couldn't afford." His expression saddens. I didn't even realize I had spoken until he answered me.

"Yeah," I start, knowingly this time, "I get that. Like life is a racetrack and being content is taking a leisurely walk, and by the time you realize running is optional, you're surrounded by people who either don't know or don't care and you have to keep going or you'll get trampled. Like there's a wall of people between you and joy, and the only way to slow down and survive is to be removed from the track entirely. I get that."

"Y-yuu..." Korrak is crying now. I don't know when he started, but there are tears running down his cheeks.

"Do you really f-feel like th-that?.. H-hey, you can s-stay on the t-t-t-t-track. Don't go." His voice drops to barely a whisper. I almost can't hear him over the breeze.

"P-please, not you t-t-t-t-too..."

Oh, he doesn't know the part about leaving the track was supposed to refer to me suddenly waking up a student at Night Raven College- he thinks I'm still suicidal.

"Korrak... That's not what I meant by that."

"W-what could you h-h-have meant? Did you j-just lie down f-for a nap and sit u-up in T-T-T-Twisted Wonderland?"

"Uh... pretty much."

"What?" This time, Mandible talks. Korrak lies still, presumably processing what I just said. He soon turns, looks at me, and gives Mandible a "You do the taking" short of look.

"So, I... I'm not from a world with magic. I'm from another track, so to speak. One day, I woke up in a coffin, met Grim, and got sorted into Pomefiore. In under ten minutes."

"What the fuck? Yuu and Grim didn't meet until the first day entrance ceremony?"

"Kinda. When I lived in the other world, I had a cat. He had a condition where the end of his tail split into a trident, just like this," I'm holding the end of Grim's tail now, he's snuggling into me and purring in a successful attempt to calm me down, "and he was my only friend, and he died, and I was never the same. And then, I saw him at the entrance ceremony, and..."

I'm crying now. Korrak has moved onto his side, wrapped his arms around me, and placed my head near the junction between his neck and shoulder. I'm hugging back, and Grim has moved to the same spot on me to purr.

"It's okay. I'm o-okay. I have Grim back, and I have magic, and I'm happy."

Everyone is crying now. Me, Korrak, Grim, and Mandible, crying and hugging and smiling and lying on the ground and, in Grim's case, purring.

"As much as I hate to interrupt this, Roi de Poison would like you all back inside before twilight. Is is dusk."

Rook is right. We have our skincare routines, and dinner, and bedtime, and I should probably shower. At the very least, though, I think I'm a little closer to cracking the smokescreen that is Korrak Dinak.

Rook leads the four of us back into the dorm. Vil is waiting patiently at the door, likely to make sure we're okay.

The clock says we've been out in the woods for over two and a half hours. That gives us enough time to shower, do our usual skincare routine, and still get to bed on time.

Before we go to the Backstage Room, Rook hands each of us a small plate with some very appetizing food on them.

"Eat quickly," he whispers, and then he is gone. I listen, but Vil stops us.

"Do not choke. Take reasonable bites."

We did need the reminder. Finally, we're off! Hopefully, some hot water will help me sleep.

The shower did help. I passed out the instant I flopped onto the soft, welcoming comforter, and that was that.

Not a great day, but an excellent conclusion. I'll take it.

We don't wake up too early this time, either. Korrak and Mandible aren't in the room by then, so we just go straight to the Backstage Room and get that managed.

"Yer tellin' me you ain't never seen 'n apple tree? How th' fu- fresh hell does that work out?"

Epel's morning over-breakfast talk is extra entertaining when you also listen to Vil sigh in the background.

"You think everything has apple trees? No. Korrak, pass me another one of the fruits."

Mandible chews on his apple and Epel stares in disbelief. "Y'all're city folk? An' here I thought you lotta come from somewhere interestin'!"

Oh, if only he knew.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst vil #m!yuu #twst grim #twst yuu #twst rook #twst oc #twst epel #tw suicidality #twst #what if yuu didn't want to go back

[lynnmatthewswrites]

The New Girl at Hogwarts: Chapter One- The Move

Authors Note: Hiya! I started writing this because I couldn’t see myself in so many fanfiction protagonists! I love the Harry Potter series and really relate to Hermione and Luna, who were so proudly not submitting to stupid things like pink and girly stuff! This fic is a love letter to the quirky girls and the girls who love Hogwarts! I also thought id include a gay character for gay rights! Sorry if there r any typos I tried my best.(LMK if you want a Y/N ver)

Sarah Lynn Clampitt wasn’t like a lot of girls she knew. Sarah Lynn didn’t like Taylor Swift or Lana Del Rey. Her favorite band was Panic! at The Disco, or maybe Paramore, though they were so underground most of her friends had never heard of them. Sarah Lynn didn’t care about short skirts and being girly, and much preferred hanging with the boys and getting dirty over lip gloss and glitter. She was also a witch, and went to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Of course, that was until her rich father died tragically, and she had to move in with her mom’s sister in England. (her mom died when she was a baby in a tragic accident and it was really sad)

Sarah Lynn would miss Ilvermony, even though she was sort of unpopular- all the other girls liked Taylor Swift and the Eras Tour and the Barbie movie, while Sarah Lynn hung out with boys- and the boys liked her, but still! Sarah Lynn sighed, looked out of the airplane window, and shed a single tear, missing her dad and her friends from New York. But they didn’t matter anymore. She was going to Hogwarts, and things were gonna be different! She put in her wired earbuds (airpods are stupid) and started playing one of her favorite songs- “House of Memories” by Panic! at the Disco. (AN: most people have never heard of this song but def check it out! it’s super good) She really liked P!ATD, even though Brandon Urine had collabed with stupid taylor swift. 

Sarah Lynn realized she had fallen asleep on the plane, and they were now landing in London. She pulled her golden blonde hair into a messy bun and pulled down her baggy t-shirt and walked off the plane with her backpack. Her aunt had texted her that she would pick her up at the airport, but Sarah Lynn had just now realized her aunt’s appearance was a total mystery to her. She walked off the plane and into the airport, where she began to read the names on signs- John, Craig, Angie, Bob, Robert, Bobby, Bob, until she saw a sign that made her freeze. It was a pink, glittery sign, with hello kitty and my little ponies on it. Even more terrifying was what it read. Sarah Lynn. THIS was her aunt? Sarah Lynn looked up to see a bleach blonde, lip-gloss wearing, stanley-cup-having woman. “Hi sweetie! I’m your aunt Jessica!” Sarah Lynn was terrified. Who was this woman? How was she even related to Sarah Lynn’s beautiful mother(who died when she was a baby)

“Hi Aunt Jessica?” Sarah Lynn grimaced. 

“C’mon sweetie! Let’s get to Kings Cross!”

So the pair climbed in to Aunt Jessica’s cramped and cluttered mini, which Aunt Jessica wasn’t an adept driver of, and drove to King’s Cross, where Sarah Lynn climbed out of the car, thanked Aunt Jessica, and walked off to platform 9 and ¾. When Lynn got on the train an old man with black hair stopped her. 

“Are you Sarah Lynn Clampitt?” he asked. 

“Yes” I said.

“Well, you’re new, so you have to go to the transfer student cabin!” he yelled, pulling Sarah Lynn by her arm to the back of the train into a cell-like chamber filled with moldy bread. 

“No! Help!” Sarah Lynn screamed, banging on the door, but to no avail. Eventually she fell asleep in the cold cell, and when she woke up… she was at Hogwarts!

She was ushered inside, where she was led up to the sorting ceremony with the first years. Wow she thought. Cool. When she was pushed up onto the stage, everyone looked at her confused- she was fifteen, not eleven! Sarah Lynn blushed, before going “Erm- awko taco!” and then everyone laughed and clapped. Dumbedore put the hat on Sarah Lynn’s hat and it didnt even hesitate, just yelled GRIFFYNDOR!! so Sarah Lynn went to sit at the Gryffindor table. 

She sat next to a girl with curly hair, a ginger boy, and a boy with glasses. “Hi! I’m Sarah Lynn Clampitt. Can I sit here?”

“Of course!” The curly haired girl said. “My name is Hermione Grager, and these are Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.”

“Nice to meet you” Harry said “Where are you from?”

“Im from Ilvermony in New York. But then my dad died, and my mom died when I was a baby.”

“Im so sorry” Ron said. 

“It's ok. I’m just happy to be here!” Sarah responded

“You seem really cool for a girl. Girls are so much drama.” Hemione vocated.

“Oh my god you too! I hate Taylor Swift.”

“I hate her too. I hate her I hate her I hate her. What type of music do you like?” 

“I love Panic! at the Disco and Paramore- you’ve probably never heard of them.”

“I’ve never heard of them ever!” Ron said gingerly

“They’re super good. I love Brandon Urine, even though he made a song with stupid taylor.”

The group all ewwed in unison. Just then a boy in a Charli XCX shirt sat down by Harry. Harry exclaimed “Hi Neville!”

“Hey ddady!” Neville remarked svltrily. “Snatch my wig and i oop lets roide lavender lamborgini roll up in a blue bikini- whos the new girl??”

“That’s Lynn. She’s cool.” Harry dictated. “She’s from America.”

“Oh America the land of Beyonce werk slay queen girlboss!!” Neville announced. “That’s so mother of you.”

“I hate Beyonce. She’s basic.” Sarah Lynn remarked. “You seem cool though.”

“Oh Em Gee, how can you sin upon mother girlboss? That’s so not cool I T G I R L U know I am that girl of you!” Neville sobbed.

“He’s a little sensitive.” Hermoine remarked as Neville ran of sobbing. “But he’s cool sometimes.”

“Huh.” Sarah intoned, before Dumbledore started talking. “Welcome students? My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster of this school. This year, we’ve welcomed dementors and also fortune-telling because Voldemort is on the rise. Anyway, enjoy the feast!” dumbledore exclaimed as delicious food appeared before everyone- it looked like everyone got to eat their favorite food! Sarah gasped as chicken nuggets magically appeared before her. Sarah Lynn loved chicken nuggets.

“Oh my god I love chicken nuggets. Oh my god.” Sarah Lynn cried.

“Me too girl!” Hermine attributed.

“I’d be late to my wedding and just run in like SORRY I WAS GETTING CHICKIE NUGGIES!” Sarah quipped.

Sarah Lynn and Herione cheersed each other with their chicken nuggets, looking out on the other girls eating their salads and protein shakes, rolling their eyes. Stupid iceberg lettuce and croutons. Sarah Lynn felt very happy, like she’d finally found her place. A girl who was also not like other girls. Two new boys she could be one of. She was excited to learn the in and out of Hogwarts- and then she saw him. 

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hi this is my first fic ever so please be nice 😭🫶it’s unedited for the most part

stargazing.

It was a nice summer day in Alexandria. Not too hot, not too cold, it was perfect. You and your best friend Carl were hanging out outside of the Grimes’ house, playing with Judith. You sat on the grass as he chased Judith around. You watched in admiration as Carl just ran after her.

in all honesty, you had liked Carl for a while now. You first met when the group found you in a train cart, living off of nothing but old cereal. Carl and Rick were the ones that found you first, and since then you’ve just been with them.

You liked everyone in the group. They were all really kind and open to you. You lived in a house with Glenn and Maggie, they were the best option to live with anyways.

Your focus turned to Carl again as he laid in the grass next to you after taking Judith inside to be Ricks problem. “tired that quickly Grimes?” you laughed. He sat up, “you’re the one laying in the grass!”

You both laughed. It was about midday so you guys had some time to kill. You sighed as you just took in the sun and just being with Carl, it was relaxing. Carl completely sat up next to you now.

You guys kind of just watched everyone until, “Wanna come up to my room and read some comics?” He smiled at you. You guys bonded over comics and video games a lot, so of course you said, “of course.”

The two of you got up and went into the house. He grabbed some water and you both went upstairs. You opened the door and flopped yourself down on his bed, kicking off your shoes and sitting criss-crossed as he grabbed out his big stack of comics the both of you had collected on runs.

You both chilled together for a while, reading and talking about the comics, life before, and just other stuff.

The two of you talked till around sunset, when Carl started putting away his comics. You sat up, a bit confused. You guys usually read till dark and you were forced by Rick to go home. He sat back on the bed, and smiled at you. “Carl? What is it?” You asked.

“Well, last time we hung out, you got me something, so I just wanted to do the same..” You started smiling. “Oh really now?” he laughed a bit. He got up and reached for under the bed, pulling out a pen pack and a notebook. He smiled as he handed it to you.

“Wow Carl, thanks so much.” You smiled and gave him a hug, an awkward one. He hugged back kinda. It was weird. You pulled away and and stood up. “Well it’s dark now, so I should get going before your dad comes and kicks me out.” You smiled awkwardly.

Carl stood up and nodded. He walked you out and waved to you as you walked down the street.

You walked quickly back to your house to get out of the view line of Carl. Finally after what seemed like the longest walk ever you got home. You walked up the stairs and went inside. Saying hi to Glenn and Maggie then making your way upstairs.

You went into your room and put the stuff that Carl got you onto your bedside table and took off your shoes.

Laying on the bed, you looked up at the ceiling. relaxed, you fell asleep.

You woke up to clinking sounds outside. you sat up and it was pitch black out. you heard another clink. you got up and walked cautiously to the window with a flashlight. you opened the window and shined the light. “Carl??” you whisper yelled. You saw him smile and reached a hand down for him. He managed to climb up with the help of your hand.

“Carl what are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night!” you said, the tired in your voice very apparent. You sat back down on your bed as he closed the window. “I was just bored, and plus, I had planned something for us.” he smiled.

You rolled your eyes at his dumb boyish smile. “Okay..” you played along. “So, get dressed or whatever, and then we can go.” He said, stepping out of your room. Him walking out your bedroom door totally defeated his stupid cliche climbing through the window move.

You laughed at his stupidly cute antics and put on a pair of sweat pants that you stole from Carl. you put on a jacket and your boots and quietly left your room. You and Carl quietly walked downstairs and left the house.

“You know, Maggie and Glenn aren’t my parents.. we don’t have to sneak around the house, i’m grown Carl.” You nudged him in the arm a bit. “Hey, I know, but what would the world be without gestures like climbing through the window?” You both laughed as you walked down the street to wherever Carl was taking you.

You both walked a while longer until Carl stopped you both. “Okay, it’s not top quality, but it took like, a long time, so be appreciative of my efforts.” he laughed through his sentence. You smiled and nodded as he took your hand through a small amount of trees.

It led to a small opening with a pond, where you saw right next to it he lied down a blanket, some comics and a small wooden box. You smiled as he led you closer, not letting go of your hand. You blushed at the small, unnoticed action, but not letting go yourself either.

You sat yourself down on the blanket, finally letting go of each others hands. “Carl this is so amazing..” you said, quietly and softly. You could feel Carls smile through the dark.

“here, lay down.” He lied back himself and you did the same. You scooted yourself closer to him, by the smallest, unnoticeable amount. But he noticed.

The two of you looked up at the stars together. Before, you could never see stars like these. But now everything was different. Everything in the world was messed up, but somehow with Carl, you felt safe.

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