#ugg i love this idea so much

[i-suc-at-art]

DpxDc prompt #2

Full prompt from this idea

Tim and Danny are apart of an online RPG which is basically DND but anonymous and online. (it’s mainly for secret nerds who don’t have anyone irl to play with)

Danny plays as a changeling rogue who will often swipe things from players they don’t like

Tim plays a Variant Human, monk who wields a pole staff (my guy is not subtle) and will often give back the things danny (who’s known as wraith) (Tim goes by Scarlet Redpoll (mainly just Scarlet though)) stole

Rules of the RPG:

Everyone remains under their game handle (so there’s no doxing) NO REAL NAMES

You can interact with other parties who are using the same campaign as you, however when interacting with main story plot your party will go into its own private server

You can have a party of any size however it’s recommended to have a party over 4.. However you can make it with two or three or solo (but that’s just kinda sad..)

There is a chat feature and call feature in the game, however no hate speech, or bigotry

You can’t join a call unless your apart of the party

ofc this doesn’t stop it from happening but that’s not really relevant to the story

There are Dms (dungeon masters) but your team can also just use the computer for your Dm

Your character can be completely customized, and you’ll move around on a map

Ok now to the fun stuff

Danny and Tim (Wraith and Scarlet) have been playing together for about 3 months, and have made a commitment to play every 2 weeks on sunday (ghosts tend to take a break every 2 weeks on sundays (and B forced Tim to take a break from everything including cases every 2 weeks on sunday) Although sometimes each will get pulled away from the game and they’ll have to end early.

Anyways their campaign doesn’t super matter, only that they are online friends. Ok so one day Tim texts Wraith (they use online name bc y'know tim’s like uber famous) that he can’t make it to their session today bc his dad is forcing him to “bond” Aka he’s going to a gala with Bruce and Dick to stop a heist team that has been rampant across socialite and high society events. Wraith tells him it’s alright, and that coincidentally he’s busy too and was just about to cancel.

As Tim surveils everyone he curses Bruce for making him come. Tim had gotten into the habit of getting a night off from everything. He’d also not gotten a chance to do ample research on the guests beforehand because he’d been working on researching the thieves. He’d heard some chatter about the group looking into a possible haunted vahz, that was on display for the night. Tim had been surveying the party staying near the vahz making sure everyone checked out. Dick had texted saying that he’d cornered a possible thieving candidate and that he needed Tim to run an face ID check, on the picture he’d taken. The photo was of a young woman, her red hair caused Tim to think of Babs, but the woman’s simple teal evening dress couldn’t be further from her style. He’d done a quick search of the woman, she seemed to be some sort of rich young socialite, definitely Dicks type.. Her name was Kelly Jankins, no criminal history, or past arrests, she had a couple of parking tickets that were waved from her late teens. But nothing out of the ordinary. Tim texted Dick the information (save for the part about her being Dicks type) before stuffing his phone back into his pocket and moving from his post to go and get a drink. About 20 feet from his post he bumped into a nicely dressed guy, his hair black and suit tailored.. He also wore a Vladco pin on his left breast pocket.

He’d apologized and Tim told him it was no big deal, his eyes were blue.. But he could have sworn they were green when he first looked up. And his voice.. It sounded so familiar. Why did it sound familiar..?

As Tim walked away it hit him like a truck.. Wraith.

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Danny, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz had been stealing for some time now, after Danny had been outed as Phantom to the whole town by his parents. Him, Sam, and Tucker had decided to all leave Amity since all of their parents were unaccepting.. Sam’s parents had gone so far as to write her out of their will.. Danny had told her and Tuck to stay in Amity and fix their relationships with their family, but they’d both said ‘that if Danny wasn’t in Amity Park then they didn’t have their family.’ So they left. The three stayed with Jazz for a bit but she was a broke college student that barely had enough money for food and rent. So the three started stealing food.. It was out of necessity at first, and only from big companies, but when Sam got an online invitation to a big gala that was showing off some old artifacts from a rich guy’s private collection, Danny felt a pull toward a particular item from his core. The item belonged to someone in the ghost zone.. and he needed to have it. He needed to return it.

So they stole it. Danny was to be Sam’s plus one as he’s basically a haunted item metal detector. Sam would steal the item and Tuck would turn out the lights and secretly system. Then Danny would get him and Sam out of there. Most of their plans would be similar to this format. Sam would also grift from the other patrons, only stealing from the ones who seemed to have a shit ton of money. Eventually even teaching Danny how to do it too, she’d told him that ‘using his ghost powers were a cop out’ when he brought that up.. and that ‘anyone would be able to feel the chill of it.’ Which Danny was sure that that was untrue.. But he learned how to steal a wallet, or a phone Sam’s way.

Jazz had been against the thefts at first saying that all of these items belonged to the original owner. But soon she was persuaded when Danny told her that they were stealing stolen items. Stolen ghost items. Some of the items even had a ghost core attached to it. So Jazz became their planner, she’d make sure they’d have all the info they needed and that no one got caught.

Danny ends up in jail after being caught trying to lift someone’s wallet.. Jazz was there to legally get him out and pay the bail. Tucker got caught in a backroom of a place they were stealing from. ‘Oh yeah that’s her brother who would often get himself trapped in closets looking for the bathroom.. She apologizes profusely..’

So when Tucker had found their newest item, a haunted vase that had a shit ton of death and destruction attached to it, Jazz had thought up the plan. She’d heard whisperings that Vlad had gotten invited to the party but Danny was going to go in his place since Vlad would never go. Then they had a plan. A plan they were meant to stick to, until someone ran her face and Danny started being followed. So they abandoned the vase opting to get out of there instead of getting caught.

#danny phantom #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 author #dp fanfic #dpxdc #timxdanny #tim drake #deadtired #deadtiredship #danny fenton #lmk if you wanna be tagged #when i post the fic #ugg i love this idea so much #it’s killing me #i love them so much #also they are not subtle w their dnd characters #deadtired heist

[wcters]

𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗡𝗔𝗣𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: chris with a girlfriend who is obsessed with naps/naps all the time

warnings/notes: established relationships, i love naps, my favourite things

- you love naps, you’re obsessed

- always down for one

- you can nap anytime, anywhere

- cars, planes, beds, couches, you name it

- you probably have an iron deficiency

- #hot girl shit

- you can and will fall asleep in the most uncomfortable positions and in any positions really: crisscross, curled up, head leaning on your knees, on your back, starfish, etc

- you could call yourself an expert 💅💅

- you look two ways when you’re sleeping: peaceful . . . or a victorian child dying on the plague

- that tiktok trend? that’s you, and you own it

- and chris had definitely posted you to that

- if not him, either nick or matt

- you also look like that polar bear waking from hibernation when you wake up

- or you went through a tornado

- dorothy from the wizard of oz who?

- so many pictures and clips of you alseep in the background of a video, tiktok, livestream, etc

- the triplets were filming a walk though of the tour bus and you’re just fast asleep in chris’s bunk wrapped in your blanket

- a lot of your friends bereals are you sleeping

- have a humidifier in your room at your house/apartment

- sleep with rain sounds on

- a shit ton of stuffed animals

- and that will be the same for chris’s bed

- they’ll take up most of the space on the bed and he will have a leg hanging off

- you refuse to take them off unless he begs

- you feel bad 😭😭 they’re you kids, you have to care for them

- spend a lot of money on stuffed animals, pillows, and blankets

- comfy fit 24/7

- uggs, sweatshirts, sweatpants, like a living and breathing fresh love ad

- everyone’s jealous

- chris loves you for it, but also dislikes it sometimes because it’s his clothes and he’ll want to wear them

- slippers 24/7

- naps with him!

- most cuddle sessions will end up as nap sessions

- or you alseep on top of him while chris is stuck sessions

- he says he hates it (he secretly loves it)

- a lot of the time even watching movies or hanging out will end up with you alseep in his lap because he likes to run his fingers through your hair (if it won’t mess it up and it’s not styled, scalp if he can) and your skin

- will carry you to bed

- you always wake up disoriented and covered in marks from the bedsheets pressing into you (signs of a good nap)

- you react to the word nap like a dog does to the word treat

- always excited for bed

- definition of snug as a bug in a rug

- you were an avid after school napper

- one of the only consistent things in your life

- you’re fighting a literal WAR between two and five pm to stay awake

- you fully expect (and deserve) a medal for staying awake 🏅🏅

- and you’re grumpy if you don’t have one. you were rude? you were acting like a bitch? didn’t have your nap.

- someone comments on how you sleep to much? immediately dislike

- like sis . . . what’s it to you?

- unless it’s a health concern, and even then, mouth. shut.

- if you’re sick, you’re napping/sleeping even more than you already do

- you’re the first one asleep at all nighters

- nick jokes that you might love sleeping more than you love chris

- . . . don’t tell him that.

- just kidding! . . .

- some of your favourite tiktoks are the ones where you get to choose where you’re sleeping

- you sleep talk sometimes (mostly gibberish) but not a lot, maybe like once or twice a month

- but you absolutely have had full on conversations with people and your answers make sense, and you will not remember them at all

- “hey, do you remember when i told you about that idea i had?” “no, when was this?” “last night.” “oh.”

- NAPS WITH TREVOR

- that dog lovesss you

- and loves taking naps with you

- will also nap with you in the car if you’re going on a road trip with chris and his family

- you love the feeling of his weight in your lap

- you’re a MENACE to wake up

- there have been times where chris just gives up and let’s you sleep if it’s not important because it’s taken him too long (he also gets lazy)

- a lot of the time it’s on their couch because you love their couch

- it’s so comfy, you’re favourite thing

- PISSED if you’re woken up by something stupid

- like one of the boys will make a loud noise and then they’ll all stand there like ‘oh shit’

- if you wake up and chris isn’t with you but he’s in the house, you’ll make a beeline to him and just hug him

- probably fall asleep in his arms standing up

#emma writes #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #x reader #x fem!reader #imagine #preferences #youtube preferences #youtube #youtuber

[smoothies-are-cool]

everybody talks

boyfriend! matt sturniolo x girlfriend! reader

summary: everybody talks is matt and readers “song”. they sing it all the time together but when matt and his brothers get covid they have to quarantine so matt can’t see his girlfriend.

warnings: swearing, kissing, pet names (baby, sweetheart, handsome, beautiful), being sick??.

a/n: @worldlxvlys told me to write this one next so here it is!! this might be a stupid idea but i thought it was kinda cute

me and my boyfriend matt have been dating for a year and 5 months. on our one year anniversary we decided to hard launch our relationship. the fans were a little rocky at first but after seeing our relationship over the last 5 months, they’ve grown to really love us together.

one day when nick was live, the fans could see me and matt screaming and dancing the lyrics of ‘everybody talks’ by neon trees. that was when we told them that was our favorite song to listen to when we’re together.

me and matt hadn’t seen each other in 2 weeks due to the fact him and his 2 brothers had gotten covid. he texted me everyday, telling me how much he misses me. i obviously missed him too. going from seeing him everyday to not seeing him for 2 weeks was definitely weird.

when the friday video came out i watched it, laughing as nick turned his ipad screen around to show my boyfriend. nick and chris had both tested negative, but matt was still testing positive so he was stuck in his room for a while longer. since matt was the only one who could drive, they filmed this video in the car.

15 minutes into watching the video, matt decides to burst out into song.

“and that is when i kissed herrrr.” he sings, bopping his head. i laugh, going to look at the comments.

user: awww matt singing him and y/n’s song 🥹

user: AW IS MATT MISSING Y/N??

user: matt bursting out into song im cackling 😭

user: HELP THE FACT THAT MATT IS ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT Y/N I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE

i smile as i scroll through the comments. suddenly a wave of sadness washes over me and i miss my boyfriend more than ever. 2 weeks has been long enough. i shrug, grabbing my keys and slipping on my uggs. rushing to my car, i immediately back out of my apartment building parking lot.

10 minutes later i pull into his driveway. slamming my car door shut, i walk up the front door and knock. chris opens the door.

“hey y/n?” he says, a questioning tone in his voice. “matt’s still sick.” he tells me.

“i know. i just didn’t wanna wait any longer to see him.” i explain, waiting for him to let me in. he moves to the side and opens the door wider.

“he’s streaming right now. just so you know.” i thank chris and walk past him.

i walk right up to matt’s room, knocking on his door.

“go away.” he yells and i laugh slightly. he must’ve changed his mind because he yells a, “come in.”

i walk into his room and he’s sitting at his gaming desk, his eyes towards the door.

“hi baby.” i softly say, walking over to matt and straddling his lap. i put my legs through the holes of the chair, making it more comfortable for us. my arms go around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

“what are you doing here sweetheart, i don’t wanna get you sick.” matt tells me, hesitantly wrapping an arm around me.

“i don’t care, i just wanted to see you.” i put my head in his neck. he wraps his other arm around me, holding me tightly.

“alright guys, i got my girl with me so i’m gonna head off. thank you all for tuning in.” he tells the stream, ending it and turning off his pc.

“how are you feeling baby?” i ask him, getting off his lap and standing up.

“a little better. i probably look like shit.” he laughs slightly. i shake my head, walking closer to him so i can wrap my arms around his neck.

“that’s impossible. you always look handsome. my handsome boyfriend.” i beam and his face goes red. i slowly move my face closer to his. just as my lips were about to touch his, he pulls away.

“i don’t wanna get you sick beautiful.” he whispers, his face so close to mine i can feel his breath.

“i don’t care.” i tell him. he quickly presses my lips to his, his hands planting themselves on my hips.

“i’m glad you’re here, i missed you so much.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“i missed you more.” i laugh.

“you know, people are gonna be talking about the fact that i called you sweetheart on the stream.” he points out, and i can’t help but laugh more.

“it’s okay, let them talk. everybody talks.” i tell him, smiling ear to ear.

a/n: okay hi. i didn’t know how to end this so we got that

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo fandom #sturniolo x reader

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Aye, dawg. What's good, dawg? Hope you have a good day, dawg

Earth 43Miles Morales × Fashionista Reader

Gurl is SASSY. Maybe like Edna from the incredibles when it comes to fashion. She’s a complete goof. I honestly don’t care what you do with this. I just see her finding out about him being Prowler then complaining about his outfit

(What's up, dawg. Hope you enjoy, dawg) taglist

Earth 42!Miles Morales x Fashionista!Reader

Boy was so amused by your sass

He just found it so funny, and loved to flirt and tease you

So you being sassy about practically anything made him love you even more

It just made you all the more attractive about your sass

And if you threw insults and sarcasm in there?

Chiefs kiss, puddy in your hands and a ring secured

He also took notice, immediately, about how serious you were about fashion

Appearances, accessories or matching, anything and everything to do with fashion you were all over it

He stepped out of line in the wrong outfit?

Damn, you had so much to say so quickly and suddenly you were forcing him to change

You practically ran everything he wore because he knew if you didn't, somehow and someday you would find out

He also had to sit through your rants about someone's outfit in the wrong season, wearing uggs, mismatching, and any little fashion pet peeve you had

He just hummed, running his thumb on your waist from behind because he had no idea what the shit you were saying

But he loves the look on your face and how passionate and serious you were about it

Like fashion was your own form of art, and he didn't mind

He also loves the little fashion shows you would give him or he would be able to help you pick out an outfit

Or if you forced him to watch runway shows, he wouldn't do it by himself, but he would sit through them for you

You would also force him to match with you but he sat through it

But every relationship came with it's secrets, and his was he was the Prowler

He hid it from you successfully for a while, genuinely believing if you found out you would leave

So he hid it for your whole relationship

Until one night he fucked up, coming into his room and you were sitting there waiting for him

He was happy, relieved to see you only to have a feeling of dread wash over him as he saw you picking at his Prowler suit at his desk

You never even looked up, almost dissecting every little detail and every material of the costume as he stood frozen in the doorway

He tried slipping away, unnoticed before he froze when you finally spoke, not even looking up at him

"If you want to be a vigilante, at least be better dressed. You make one little costume…and you choose this material? Have I taught you nothing?!"

He was honestly shocked that was your response

Even more so that you didn't care if he was selling crack, being a damn mafia boss or being the fucking prowler and in your words

"Do whatever you want, darling, but don't you embarass me in that outfit ever-fucking again."

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@mushystrawberries @sweetheartlizzie07 @itstooearly-its3am @Ihavetoexist @kaorussgf @samsketchezz @yas-v @Lovelymiaablogss

#across the spider verse x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles x reader #miles morales earth 42 x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader

[saintslewis]

❝ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc

summary: we’re still in america 🗣️ . let’s party with nadia, shall we?

warnings: outfit descriptions, cussing, social media environment, slight jealousy, typos, links to tag are down below and let me know if you want to be tagged in this series!

saint’s team radio 🎀: let’s not talk about how long overdue this chapter is, okay? 🫶🏽 hope you guys enjoy and i hope y’all missed Lewdia as much as i did!

pls like, comment and reblog!

fc: @/unclewaffles_ on ig!

pic cred: pinterest. dividers: @cafekitsune

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With the jingle of the house keys, the pair laughed into the night as Nadia carried her heeled boots in her hand. Lewis held onto her as she was on his back, his kind self offering to carry her since they left the arena.

"Out of all the songs they could've used, why'd they choose old school Drake when we showed up on the jumbotron?" She chuckled, removing the last of her tears of laughter with her thumb. "Nah, I'm still on the baby who wouldn't let go of you during halftime. Your jewellery was like the most interesting toy ever." He smiled at the memory, someone randomly handing Nadia their baby and started taking pictures.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to that many cameras around me. The kids back at work are gonna have so much to say.” She admitted, watching the large front door open up and the entry hall greeted them. Nadia tapped his shoulder and he took that as sign to let her get on the ground. “Thank you for the piggy back ride, Sir.” She smiled and turned on her secret sock covered heel to enter the house.

He’ll never admit how much he loves when she calls him sir. Maybe one day he will, maybe he won’t.

Although sad that Roscoe wasn’t there to greet them due to him getting to be with his other dog friends, Nadia pushed that to the back of her mind and thought of her Gucci sandals for the comfort of her feet. “If we ever go anywhere where you know i’ll be cheering, please remind me to take my sandals with me.” She said out loud, slowly heading upstairs when an idea popped into her head.

The night was barely over and ending it so awkwardly didn’t sit well with Nadia.

“I have a feeling that you’re plotting something.” He stated, standing still waiting to hear what she could possibly come up with.

“Would you be up for ice cream right now?” She smiled while turning around to face him from the bottom stairs.

“At this time? Wouldn’t most shops be closed by now?” Lewis asked, confused by the idea but he knew he didn’t want to decline it.

“We could take a drive to find out,” The smile on her face was mischievous. “The night is way too young for us to come back from a game and sit in the house in silence.” She continued.

After a beat of silence, he had made his decision. “Let’s go change and you’re driving.” Lewis gave in. He felt it was right to let Nadia lead such activities, getting her used to such a busy lifestyle.

She walked out of the guest room with a basic athle-leisure romper and the same simple gold jewellery from earlier and her uggs were hugging her feet. “Hey Lew? Do you have a hoodie I could borrow?” She called out as she reached his room door that wasn’t closed all the way. Although not answering her, he walked out with a hoodie that smelled exactly like him, seemingly from Dior. Only written “CD” on the top left of the hoodie and just like she preferred all her hoodies, it was oversized.

“Dior? Are you crazy? I could stain this.”

“We have a laundry room downstairs, Nads. I could always buy another one and the whole store for you.” He slightly smirked.

“If that’s not the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.” She jokingly put her hand on her chest and they burst into laughter a few seconds after.

Sitting in the almost empty ice cream shop, Sweet Oasis, the two were on their second sugarcone bowl of their respective ice cream flavours. Nadia with cookies and cream and Lewis with vegan vanilla. The first round of desserts were deemed free by the all too excited cashier who was a big fan of Lewis.

“So in hindsight, Mission 44 is to help uplift the youth into STEM spaces including f1. Man, that’s so cool and to hear it growing so fast makes me feel proud.” Nadia nodded as she played around with her ice cream.

“Thank you, I really want to expand even further in different countries such as Brazil and surprise surprise, South Africa.” He chuckled at her face once mentioning her country of origin. “You’re already in my good books, Sir. Once you meet my friends and Rea then maybe you’ll be in the top five.” Nadia smiled, biting down on the wooden spoon.

“What are your friends like? Feel like I have to prep myself to meet them.” Lewis joked by moving his shoulders around. “They’re really cool and incredibly funny. They tried their best to make me famous but looks like I did that all by myself.” She teased.

Taking another bite of the ice cream, she spoke again. “The boys will try and intimidate you, especially Chunks and Filly. The girls will be welcoming, just always bring chocolate with you.” Nadia informed him, smiling at the thought of her friends.

“Then Rea is like my child although she’s my cousin. She’s gonna stay with my mom while she finishes year 12 but I think I might just take her in, I miss her too much.” She said, not wanting to let him know all about the tension with her mom just yet.

Looking at the McLaren that Nadia drove to the ice cream shop, Lewis could tell that she wanted to switch topics because of the tone in her voice and her completely avoiding eye contact with him.

“Do you want to talk about something else?” He asked and all she did was nod. She mouthed a thank you to him afterwards, feeling herself become safe with him. “So we’ve got quite the week ahead of us. Rhode, Hailey Bieber’s skin company, is hosting a party and we were invited.” He spoke.

“You wanna give me a heart attack or something, dude? I’m gon’ be around the Biebers? I still haven’t recovered from Beyoncé!” She replied, whispering the last words to him so that the few people around them wouldn’t be able to hear them.

He grinned at her reaction, her dramatic excitement along with her smile that she would always try hide would always make him feel something in his heart. He didn’t want to think that far. Lewis wouldn’t allow himself to think that far.

“Then the big news that Tia shouted at me to tell you is that we’re going to a Versace event in Cannes on Tuesday I think. Then it’s the Monaco gp which is a spectacle on its own.” He informed then chuckled at her putting her head in her hands.

“Your surprises are going to send me to the hospital one day, what do you mean Versace? That’s like a lifelong dream for me, dude.” She expressed, not sure whether to feel excited about experiencing all of these things or terrified for the busy schedule.

Finishing the last of his ice cream, he pushed the cup to the side and held out both his hands towards Nadia. Taking the sign to put her hands in his, he held them tightly. “Are we bout to pray right now? It’s a little too late for that, the ice cream’s done.” Nadia joked, looking i between their hands and his face.

“Nads.” Lewis started. “Sorry, serious stuff now.” The man couldn’t resist the smile on his face as she joked around, revealing more of her personality to him.

“My life gets incredibly busy, even I get exhausted. So, you don’t have to be everywhere with me. It would be cool to see how you do things while we’re at all these events but you need your time to yourself, y’know?” He continued.

Nodding her head, she spoke up. “Yeah no, I get you. It’ll take some time to get used to everything and I don’t mind the travelling, you’re cool to be…around. Pookie, we gotta go.” Nadia’s eyes were concentrated on whatever was going on behind Lewis.

“Don’t look back, they’ll know we’re watching them. Let’s just get up and go to the car.” Nadia said, still holding his hands and she put on a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

And as she said, the pair stood up and threw away their trash, saying goodbye to the worker whilst ignoring the flashes from the large window shops. She lifted her hood before walking out the door that Lewis opened for her and the flashes tripled. Looking at her husband, he already had his sunglasses on and dug in his pocket to give her the car keys.

Once in the McLaren, the car front was surrounded by the paparazzi but the tinted windshield gave them a little bit of privacy. In the driver’s seat, Nadia took out her phone and connected her phone to the car after igniting the engine. “Have you heard of Amapiano?” She asked him, watching him get comfortable being the passenger.

“Uh, kinda. Why?”

“Wanna take a lil drive and listen to it?” And there was her mischievous smile once again. Before he could get his answer out, different beats started playing until the beat started to flow and the artist started singing in a different language that Nadia clearly knew very well.

Rolling down the windows a bit, she reversed the supercar and drove off, leaving the paparazzi speechless.

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nadiahamilton

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user mother

user it’s still weird that you guys are here praising a woman who spawned out of nowhere

user like why is no one talking about this???

user it’s very simple. they’re married and she’s only showing herself to the public now

haileybieber i want to be your mirror, just stare at you forever

lewishamilton that’s what i’m there for!

beyonce 💗

user WAIT WAITTTT HOW TF

user THERE’S NO WAY BEYONCÉ COMMENTED

user NADIA YOU BETTER SPILL

nataliatheedon 5,6,7 what?!

amarawinston ATEEEE

charlotteparks my friend is so super stunning

nadiahamilton awww you guysss 🤭

user idk what he sees in her, she barely is dressed

yungfilly come back to the UK nads, it isn’t the same ☹️

nadiahamilton i willllll, i’m just doing stuff with my husband 😝

chunkz tell him to come back as well 🫵🏽

lewishamilton 👋🏾

chunkz ay big ups brotha, the champion 🙏🏽

nadiahamilton chunkz pls 😭😭😭

user does anyone know if she’s got a studio for styling??

user i actually don’t know if she does

centralcee not yet, she works through emails and shit

user and how tf would YOU know

ajshabeel alr, pack it up cench 😐

user WHAT’S THE BEEF? THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING

user please come back home to south africa 🇿🇦

nadiahamilton ofc i will 🥹

versace 🪩💗

-

“How do you do that? So easily too?” Lewis questioned as he read through her instagram comments. The way she casually spoke to everyone as if they were long time friends was absolutely fascinating to watch.

“It’s a technique I learned from my kids. I always want them to be comfortable in class especially when it’s a tough topic like post-Renaissance.” She shrugged her shoulders like it was nothing and continued to fluff her hair a bit more.

The two, coincidentally, were matching in colours. Nadia’s corset wasn’t too tight but it complimented her jewellery and she felt comfortable wearing such short shorts because the high top Rick Owen sneakers were just the right fit. Her Dior saddle bag sat next to her as they rode in the back of the Escalade.

And of course, they were both wearing their grillz.

“Thank you for introducing me to Amapiano fully. I can’t get any of the songs out of my head.” He said, constantly bouncing his hands on his legs to whatever beat he was thinking of. “It’s addictive! I told you, sthandwa.” She smiled softly but didn’t see him whip his head towards her.

“…What?”

“Oh! It’s a term of endearment from South Africa, it means ‘love’ then sthandwa sami is like my love. Just like how you brits say love.” Nadia explained. Lewis definitely heard everything she said but he was hooked on how she said it. If he thought that hearing songs with her native language was addictive, he could most definitely get used to hearing her speak it.

“Just to clarify, it’s Zulu. Whereas in Sotho, it’s something completely different. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you so that you don’t fuck up when we go to sa.” She chuckled but then stopped in her tracks.

“That’s if we do ever visit, don’t want to be too forward.”

“Of course we’re going to South Africa, are you kidding? I feel like I’ve just discovered a whole new world.” Lewis assured, basically jumping in excitement.

“What have I created?” Nadia joked to herself.

-

Although she knew that this was Hailey’s event and she knew that it was going to be full, Nadia didn’t expect it to be this full.

Leaning into Lewis as they walked through the crowd of paparazzi and hired photographers, she turned to him a little more. “I feel severely underdressed with my sneakers.” She worried. “You look amazing though, your feet are still not fully healed from yesterday right?” Lewis asked as discreet as possible.

“I mean I knew damn that I wasn’t going to wear heels because of yesterday.” She replied, waving to the photographer calling her and Lewis’ name. All of this was very weird. It felt weird to just be called by paparazzi.

“Exactly, so you’re cool. As long as you feel comfortable and you feel good, then I’m good.” He reassured her.

Before she could answer, they had reached the door and there was a girl standing with cocktails on the tray she was holding. They thanked her but politely declined to it and entered and the atmosphere inside was lively.

The colour scheme for Rhode was beige and other earthy colours which fit the aesthetic perfectly of the decor of the event. Sow r&b music was playing quite loudly while everyone in attendance was talking amongst themselves. As soon as her and Lewis stepped foot inside, many people’s attention went to him and Nadia.

Squeezing his hand a bit tighter, Nadia and Lewis made eye contact and he slightly relaxed because she looked calm but obviously a little nervous.

“Oh my God! The Hamiltons are here!” Someone shouted in a singsong voice and as Nadia was trying to identify who was that, Hailey Bieber and Lori Harvey appeared right in front of them with the the biggest smile on their faces. “Oh my goodness, welcome to Rhode! I’m so excited to see you guys and,” Hailey gasped as she took a look at Nadia.

“Nadia! You’re so beautiful, whoa. Where are my manners? I’m Hailey!” “And I’m Lori and girl, I was serious when I said i’m obsessed with you.” They introduced themselves and their smiles were damn near blinding. “It’s nice to meet you guys, this is exciting.” She smiled, grateful that they couldn’t see how nervous she was.

“Okay okay so let’s go take pictures now then I’ll introduce the products then we party!” Hailey said all too enthusiastically. In all of this, Lewis watched as Nadia interact so gracefully with the same people she was nervous to meet and he couldn’t help but feel proud of her and how she handled everything.

After taking photos with everyone and meeting Justine who damn near fainted at seeing Nadia in front of her, they were seated on their own little table just like everyone and were served hors d’oeuvres during the presentation of the skincare brand.

“How are you feeling?” Lewis leaned in and whispered as one of the products were being shown.

“I’m good, feeling much better. Wasn’t expecting so much love from the girls today.” She leaned over to him as well, careful to not make a noise for other guests.

“I knew they’d love you. And maybe you work with them in the future?” He mentioned, noticing her head resting on his shoulder so he moved a little closer where she could be more comfortable.

“When I get my own studio or truly advertise myself to such a crowd.” She replied. He nodded and she felt it, making her smile a little. “I have the strongest of feelings that there’s an after party when this is all done.” Nadia said, slightly lifting her head to look around the crowd that looked it was ready to party.

“Yup, it’s at their house. It’s like 5 minutes away from home so whenever you want to leave, we can.” And there go the butterflies in her stomach.

-

Walking into the Bieber’s home and seeing how it came alive, Nadia felt like she was in a movie. People who she always thought she would be lucky to see in person were introducing themselves to her and greeted her husband with the most excitement she’s ever seen.

After ‘settling in’ and finding a designated sitting spot to come back to from the dance floor, Nadia could be seen having the time of her life singing lyrics to the group of girls she met earlier including Jordyn Woods. The music shifted from hiphop to Afrobeats and the energy in the whole room was ignited.

Random people that she didn’t know started partying with her and hyped her up after each song. Once Amapiano started rolling in, all eyes were on her as she was dancing but didn’t want to use all her energy. With only a shot in her system, she started feeling rather thirsty and knew that it was time to go sit with her.

As she walked towards their table, she watched as Lewis danced in his seat at the song she was playing earlier in the day. “Now I have to take you to SA. Look at you shimmying.” She laughed as she flicked her hair back and sat next to him on the couch.

“Look at me? You were the party! Miles calls you Ms Party.” He laughed as Nadia saw where he pointed at and there was Miles and Amara but her eyes were closed. “Miles! Hey, damn it’s like i haven’t seen you in forever!” She greeted, opening the water bottle that Lewis saved for her. “And what’s up with Amara? Is she good?”

“I just got here with Amara and she ate two edibles on the way so she’s sleepy.” He smiled, not moving much as Amara was laying on him. “And Abel says hi.” Lewis said, tapping Nadia’s shoulder to catch his attention.

“Abel? As in Abel ‘The Weeknd’?” Nadia asked, gulping her water down as soon as she realised. All Lewis did was nod and just smile at her, their faces quite close already.

“Damn. Let me go find Justine, she got chocolate for me somewhere-” Nadia’s sentence was cut off short because she stood up and bumped into someone. She was still close to the table so she held onto the small table for balance.

Looking up, she saw a tall white man with a very obnoxious smile and recognised his face to be Jack Harlow. “Oh damn, I’m sorry, Ma. I really should watch where I’m going.” Jack apologised, reaching for her left hand and held it in her hand to hold in between his hands.

With her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes watching this man’s actions, she didn’t bother to answer him. “Don’t you feel the ring on my hand?” She fired at him with all lifted brow.

“You’ve got rings all over your hands and by the way, they’re quite soft, damn.” He straightened up his posture to feel on her hand even more. “What’s your name, Ma?” Jack asked with a dopey smile.

Feeling a hand circle her entire waist, she felt her body being pulled down and landed on something that didn’t feel like the couch. Looking down, Nadia was sat on Lewis’ lap. His lap and his hand was still on her waist quite securely.

“Go on, say your name love. He wants to know.” Lewis’ husky voice traveled through your ears and brought chills down your spine.

“Nadia Hamilton.” She managed to get out, shimmying her hand out of Jack’s hold to formally shake his hand. The white man’s face dropped at the sight in front of him. He really tried to flirt with a legendary f1 driver’s wife.

All Jack could muster up the strength to do was nod. “I’ll catch y’all later, it was nice meeting you guys.” He pursed his lips together and walked away.

Turning her head towards Lewis’ face, she resisted the urge to smirk. Deciding to be a little messy, she made herself comfortable on his lap and moved a bit, feeling an even tighter squeeze on her waist.

“You’re gonna be jealous of a lil white boy?” She teased but his smirk could not be wiped off his face. “Never that, Mrs Hamilton.” He responded, knowing he succeeded because she looked away as she was blushing.

“I’m so happy I was awake to see that.” Amara whispered to Miles as they watched their friends catch feelings for each other in real time.

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user i’ve never suffered from fomo like this before

user i wish i was an influencer rn

kehlani what can one do to party with you

nadiahamilton come to next week’s race 🫵🏽

kehlani already got the tickets 😝

fencer MISS PARTY 🗣️🗣️

nadiahamilton is this nickname going to stick?

spinzbeatinc you know it!

haileybieber you’re so much fun ily

nadiahamilton ily!!

loriharvey is this a sign to take a girl’s trip to sa?

justineskye i hope so!

ryandestiny can i come? it looked so fun

jordynwoods i’ve already got my bags PACKED

theestallion count me in, i’ll get to know you on the plane ride baby 😝

lewishamilton sthandwa sami 🕺🏽💗

nadiahamilton 😚🫶🏽

user HOW DOES HE KNOW ZULU???

user he’s got a Zulu wife bro

user this is so shocking to see 😭

user this better be a public holiday when they come over

niko now come back and party with us

nadiahamilton can you give me like a week?

ohnosharky this needs a celebration

nellarose_ Nadia’s homecoming if you will!

kingkennytv ‼️‼️‼️

student now you HAVE to spill the tea with us in class

nadiahamilton ugh fine 🙄

amarawinston 🪩🪩🪩🪩

user i was a server at the rhode event and omg you’re gorgeous in real life 😭

nadiahamilton thank you my angel 🤍

user i was a server too and since nobody’s saying it, you’ve got an ASS on you ma’am (i’m a girl)

nadiahamilton tears thank you 🤭

saint’s team radio 🎀 (once again): my fingers hurt from typing. Hope you enjoyed! Lewdia rises once again!

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[yourneedylilpup]

ugggg i need more things on cum play(?). just the idea of someone absolutely obsessed with me sneaking their cum into everyday things of mine😵‍💫

make me cover myself in your cum by putting it in my lotion, sure it might smell a little funny but the textures the same so i’m sure it’s fine. or in my conditioner, make me wonder my hairs a little crusty, but it’s nothing some oil won’t be able to fix

make me swallow your cum by gradually working more and more cum into my diet. start with some cookies that have a little bit in the batter, then add some to my salad dressing, it’s supposed to taste like that right? then start adding it to my morning coffees, then in my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. keep adding more and more of your cum until my favourite thing to eat is your cum, i’ll love it so much that when i have to eat food not prepared by you ( covered you cum) i throw a fit and say that no one’s cooking is better than yours even if it’s got a taste that i can’t quite place.

surround me in your cum by covering my pillows in it. make your sell you whenever i’m comfy or sleepy until i can’t live without your cum.

ugg just get me addicted to cum without even knowing it.

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[roostersgirlfriendlovesf1]

i'll be home for christmas

bradley bradshaw x reader

prompt: bradley has been on a mission the past couple of weeks and as christmas approaches y/n becomes more lonely. she decorates their apartment as she awaits his return...

warnings: none, just cute ;)

an: hi guys!! this is my first post hope you love it! i will be taking requests for rooster or hangman and if you're intrested in f1 lando norris and charles leclerc! i def need ideas so please comment!

A cold breeze makes its way into the apartment as y/n attempts to hang the last string of lights on the tree. The sound of waves crashing on the shore almost drowned out the sound of Nat King Cole’s A Classic Christmas playlist. Y/n peaked out of the window, the sun was quickly setting. Bradley was set to arrive home any day now. Christmas was a holiday that they had not yet spent together over the past two years; Bradley was either on a mission or stuck having a late night on base.  She stepped down from the chair she was balancing on and poured herself a glass of wine. She had been slowly decorating more and more each night, hoping that she would be staying up late enough to greet Bradley when he came home. She never knew what his mood would be when he got home, but always tried to keep a smile. She had put on green, plaid pajama pants and a tighter black long sleeve. She heard the sound of giggles outside the balcony door. Y/n peeked out, seeing a family of three spending their Christmas Eve together. She grabbed a plate of cookies off of the counter, not wanting them to all go to waste as she could not eat them all. She slipped on a pair of uggs and walked downstairs. She waved politely. The family lived a couple apartments down. “Cookies?” 

The mom bent down. “Go get a cookie.” She tickled her daughter before the little girl shyly approached y/n. She grabbed a sugar cookie with red, green, and white sprinkles.

“Good choice!” y/n smiled before looking back up at the two adults. 

“Brad coming home soon?” The man asked.

“He said he would be home between December 20th and December 26th…” She sighed, “So hopefully in the next couple of days.”

“If you want to come over tomorrow we wouldn’t mind.” The woman smiled.

“It's alright.” y/n shook her head. “I just wanted to wish you all a Merry Christmas!” She bid them goodnight and let herself back into the lonely apartment. She shut the balcony door before taking a step back to appreciate the Christmas scene she had set for herself. A moment of appreciation quickly turned into a moment of loneliness. The room was dark except for the accent of faded-white Christmas lights and candles. She wanted her boyfriend with her. His perfect golden skin, infectious laugh, and comforting smell. She sat down at the piano he had and their first memories together flooded her mind. She had moved in with him a week after she convinced him to buy the piano. He knew he was in love as soon as she pointed out the piano. It had faded wood and the paint on the black keys had just about dissipated.

“This one is perfect.” She ran her fingers along the keys.

His heart dropped as he studied the piano. “This looks like the one my dad would play when we went out for food at this one diner…”

“Then you need it!” She smiled at him. “It's gotta be a sign.” All he could do was stare at it. She placed a hand on his shoulder, kissing his cheek. “I’m gonna go see how much I can negotiate the price.”

He watched her as she debated with the store owner. She waved Bradley over with an angsty look. “He agreed to lower it by 20%, think that's fine?” She crossed her arms.

“Yes.” He was determined to have the piano. “I’m going to be broke after this.”

“Christmas is coming up.” She declared. “So I’m obligated to put some money in for this.”

“No-”

“Yes.” She nodded. As she put their money together Bradley noticed her eyes latch onto a silver necklace with a red heart. He watched as she read the price, sighed, and then continued to count the money owed for the piano.

She was now slumped over it, attempting to find a tune. She set her wine glass on a side table and glared at the keys. They hadn’t been touched in weeks. The sound of laughter and singing hadn’t echoed off the walls in what felt like decades. She wished the piano could comfort her the way Bradley did. Tears filled her eyes, but had not yet fallen as she realized the Christmas songs playing on her speaker had stopped. She put on a new playlist before shuffling into she and Bradley’s bedroom searching for a sweater. She opened the closet door, grabbing a gray sweatshirt. She and Bradley’s separate sides of the closet had now just blended into one wardrobe. She pulled it over her head, prepared for another long night of finding a show to binge. Y/n grabbed a blanket and went to clean the Christmas plate she ate dinner on. Being alone made her envy the times she had to clean double the dishes. The sound of the sink running overpowered the sound of the front door unlatching. She set the plate down in the sink, sighing before blowing out a candle. Thump. A duffel bag landed on the floor and her attention was diverted. The tired eyes of a familiar pilot greeted her as she rushed herself into his arms. Her arms were wrapped around him tightly, one hand running through the hair on the back of his head. His arms caged around her waist as he kissed the side of her face, mustache tickling her. “Merry Christmas, baby.” He whispered in a tired, raspy voice. 

“Merry Christmas,” she breathed, pulling away to look at him with glassy eyes. “I’ve missed you.”

“I love what you’ve done with the place.” He let out a breathy laugh, obviously exhausted. “I couldn’t get you anything really nice, but I picked something up on the way home…” He placed his forehead against hers. 

She kissed him. “You didn’t need to get me anything.” He nodded, but retreated to his duffel bag, grabbing a green box from inside it. 

He placed it in her hands before bringing them down to hold her waist. “Nothing was really open this late, but-”

“Shhhhh….” She hushed him. She opened the box to find a sticker and a silver necklace.

“The sticker has the exact plane I fly on it, so that you can stick it on your phone case and look at it when you miss me. It was dumb, but it was at the 24/7 gas station.” She stayed silent, taking the necklace out. “Now that…” He cupped his hand around hers, taking the necklace into his own hand. “I’ve had for a while.” He hooked it around her neck. It was a simple necklace, but had a tiny red heart that fell right between her collarbone.

“Bradley…” Her voice caught. “Thank you.” She kissed him again. 

“God I’ve missed you.” He embraced her again.

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[yanderepuck]

Is this similar to the one I just posted? Maybe. Ignore that one we've moved into this one now. WHEN I HAVE AN IDEA I ABUSE IT AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE ALRIGHT.

Besides. We've moved into the purebloods now. Time to get railed by 3 immortal hotties who would do anything to bite you, but ultimately cannot.

Writers note: this is modern day

This is 3000 words. Please end me

"Ungh fuck.. You're a good little slut aren't you," Vlad moans as he thrusts into you.

You're on the floor right by the fireplace, laying on top of a fur rug. The fire is the only light in the room, and is illuminating one side of your body along with his.

You have fists full of fur as if you are trying to hold on. With both of your legs over his shoulders, your hips aren't even on the floor. With one arm on the rug to keep him propped up, his other hand is now holding his phone, the camera on you.

He doesn't slow down so that he can get the perfect shot. One moment the camera seems to be focusing on your breasts. With each thrust they bounce. It really is a beautiful sight to see. With the light from the fire casting just enough of a shadow to be able to see how your nipples are perked.

Then the camera seems to be on your face. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your mouth partially open from moaning and panting, yelling out his name.

"H-harder! Tati! Ohh fuck!"

Your voice gets high pitched, begging for more. Your one hand ungrips the fur to be able to hold his wrist. Your grip is tight on him but it's not enough to bother him.

Then the camera will even drop straight down to record his cock thrusting in and out of you, catching all the wet sounds that come with it. The loads of cum that have already been poured into you leak out with each thrust. The cum that keeps you lubed up enough for him to keep going harder.

Then sometimes he's not paying attention, giving you what you want and the camera barely catches anything.

But the best angle might be when he props it up against the fireplace to record him fucking you. Both his hands are on the rug besides your hips to lock you in place. With more balance he's able to slam his cock into you.

"Ahhh!" You hold onto both his arms and arch your back.

"You take me so well," he growls, his thrusts getting more jerky, telling you he's getting closer.

You look up at him, only able to make noises. You haven't been able to form a single thought in you don't know how long.

He finally thrusts into you last last time, making sure it's the hardest he can, wanting his cum to get as deep in your womb as he can get it.

~~

Bzz bzz

Bzz bzz bzz bzz

Leonardo wakes up in the middle of the night from his phone going off like crazy.

"Ugg..what the hell..."

He pulls it out from under his pillow, squinting from the bright screen. He opens his notifications to see a bunch of messages. He opens them, rubbing his eyes, and all he hears is moans.

He quickly tries to open his eyes and focus on the change of light. It's a video from Vlad. Multiple videos from Vlad. And pictures.

He rolls onto his back and watches the videos. It's just a few seconds here and there. Vlad's hands rubbing your body, squeezing your tits. You with your lips wrapped around his shaft.

Matching pictures of cum dripping down your face, licking your lips. Then going back to videos of Vlad violating your hole. Thrusting into you as hard as he can.

Leonardo turns up the volume to hear your moans better, begging for Vlad to fuck you harder, Vlad praising you for taking him so well.

Leonardo bites his lip feeling himself starting to get hard. "Goddamn it," he growls.

He gets to the last video where you are passed out on the rug, the fire lighting up your body. "Our little flower sure loves to please."

Your chest is heaving, trying to catch your breath. "She kept begging for more. You two must not be using her fully," Vlad chuckles and the video ends.

Leonardo rolls onto his stomach and grinds his hips into his mattress. "Fuuuck," he whines and replays the videos.

~~

You aren't coming back to the mansion until the start of the week. You wanted to spend time with him, nothing wrong with that.

A few days after those videos were sent, Vlad sends more.

Bzz bzz

Bzz bzz bzz bzz bzz

Comte wakes up with a groan. His phone is on his night stand and the vibrations are too loud to ignore. He grabs his phone and squints as he unlocks it. He sees it's from Vlad, and to the group chat again.

"Damn it, Vlad."

After the other night he knows exactly what he's opening, but he opens it anyway. He scrolls to the beginning of the messages and watches the videos one by one.

Image: you're laying on his bed, in lingerie, blindfold on. Your hands tied above your head to the bed post. The sheets are a mess

Video: "You're like a present, all wrapped up for me. Ready for me to ravage," Vlads free hand glides over your skin.

Down your side up your stomach and between your boobs before wrapping his hand around your neck. "You're going to be good for me, right?"

"Yes, Tati," you gasp.

Video: it's black. There's only audio of you moaning and yelling. "Ahh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Tati harder!" You can hear Vlad softly grunting in the background, along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin.

"J-just like that! Ahh fuck! Fill me with your cum! Tati! Tati!"

You moan louder and Comte just knows that is the sound of you cumming. He turns the volume up more.

Video: Vlad has your legs spread wide, the camera focused on the cum leaking out of your bright red hole. Vlad's finger wipes against your folds, then wiping the cum on the inside of your leg.

Your body can be seen shaking as he touches you, your legs trying to close. "I told you not to waste any of the cum I gave you."

"I-I can't. I can't-."

"I'll just have to fuck it back into you," Vlad seems to be sitting up again, pushing his cock into you just before it cuts off.

Comte catches himself moaning. He tries to close his legs tighter.

Image: hickies covering the entire inside of your legs with text following "Just because you can't bite her doesn't mean you can't mark her."

Video: it's black again. The moans and cries have gotten louder. "I'm going to fuck you until I breed you," Vlad growls. He sounds so possessive over you. "I'm going to fill my little whore with my seed so that you can belong to me," he grunts and with the sound of your moans you can tell that he's getting rougher. "You're going to be such a good mother."

Comte starts to get jealous. The three of them share you, Vlad can't be making you his. He's already planning on what he's going to do when you get back.

Image: you lying in bed, your hands untied and your blindfold off. You moved to get comfortable in bed to be able to sleep. Followed with text "You could call her a sperm bank with as many loads as she can handle."

Comte can't help but scroll up to the videos to listen to the audio of you moaning. Next thing he knows he has his hand down his pants trying to get himself off.

~~

You've finally returned to the mansion. You were at the castle for nearly a week wanting to spend some time with the three of them. Nothing about you seems odd. You walk in with your bag as normal and head up to your room, greeting everyone as they walk by.

You started putting your things away when there's a knock at your door.

"One moment," you finish what you are doing and open your door, seeing Leonardo. "Leonardo!" You hug him. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, cara mia," he hugs you too. "When you're finished getting settled Comte wanted to see you. He's in his office."

You smile and break the hug. "I'll go see him in a few minutes."

Leonardo walked down the hall again and you closed your door, continuing to unpack your bag.

Almost a half hour later you get to Comte's room. You got stuck in the hallway having a conversation with Sebastian.

You knock on the door and proceed to open it when you hear him telling you to come in.

"Leonardo said you wanted to see me."

"Of course I want to see you, ma cherie," he gets up from his desk and comes over to hug you, giving you a kiss on the lips. "How was your time at the castle? Vlad didn't hurt you too much did he?" Comte puts his hands on either one of your cheeks

You kiss him back and giggle softly. "Vlad wouldn't hurt me, you know that," you smile brightly at him and then hear the door close, and you swear you heard it lock.

"I don't know. Those marks he left on your leg looked like they could hurt," Leonardo came up from behind you, putting his arms around you, sandwiching you.

"Wha-"

"And the way he tied you up?" Comte sighs. "Vlad can be so barbaric."

"How do you-"

"Even having you laying on the floor. He knows to treat you better," Leonardo tsked.

Your eyes widen. You knew Vlad was recording you. He told you it was because he would have to spend so much time away from you that he wanted it so he could watch it. But instead he sent it to these two.

"But the worst part?" Comte puts a hand under your chin, making you look up at his golden eyes. "The way he said he was going to keep you to himself."

"I don't-eek!"

Leonardo quickly picks you up, carrying you to the back of the room towards Comte's desk. Comte turns around and quickly moves things out of the way before Leonardo lays you down.

"I think we need to remind you that you belong to us, too," Leonardo starts to take your pants off.

You try sitting up, propping yourself up on your hands. Comte quickly shrugged his jacket off, leaving it on the floor as he starts to kiss you.

He's being more gentle than you thought he would be. You kiss him back while Leonardo is getting your pants off from around your ankles.

You moan into Comte's mouth while Leonardo pulls your underwear off. Your soaked underwear.

Leonardo nearly gags at them, knowing that Vlads cum is on them. He just drops them to the floor. He then lifts up one of your legs, causing you to fall back on the desk.

"He left too many marks on you, cara mia," he sounds upset, almost angry at this.

"I don't think we should leave her alone with Vlad for a while."

"He needs to know that we share you after all."

Leonardo drops your leg to start taking his clothes off.

You're still feeling sore from this last week. Vlad didn't give you a single break. Each night he fucked you somewhere else in the castle.

Comte pushed Leonardo away from between your legs.

"Hey!"

"She's mine first," Comte smirks, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

You're pretty sure that from the corner of your eye you see Leonardo bare his teeth at Comte. They might be old friends but they never stop fighting over who gets to have you when.

"You can have her after she's been used."

Comte just mocks him to get him riled up more. You hear Comte's pants drop to the floor and you can feel your insides throbbing.

How come after the week you just had you still want more? Your clit is still begging for more abuse.

"She has more than one hole to use, bend her over the desk."

Leonardo walks to the front of the desk, his pants barely still on his hips.

"Just sit and watch," Comte nearly snaps at him.

Having them talk about you as if you can't speak for yourself is just getting you wetter. Hearing how they want to use you. Your throb harder.

Leonardo groans and sits in one of the chairs in the middle of the room, moving it to face the two of you.

Comte moves your unmarked leg up to his shoulder, pressing his tip against your warm entrance. You whine as he pushes himself into you, watching your face contort as you are filled once again.

Has it even been 12 hours? There's still so much cum inside you. He holds onto your waist and snaps his hips into you.

"Ahh!" You tilt your head back. The throbbing that was begging to be filled, you now realized was from you being overstimulated. You needed a rest, not more. But that's too late now.

Comte sets himself a rhythm and sticks to it.

"F-fuck fuck fuck fuck!" You hold onto the edges of the desk, your nails digging into the wood.

His thrusts nearly knock the wind out of your lungs, almost making you speechless immediately. You squeeze your eyes shut and your toes curl.

"Ma cherie~ Look at me when I'm inside you, Cherie," his voice is so soft and soothing as if he isn't pumping his cock into you.

You force your eyes open and look at the blonde between your legs. "Mmmmore!" It took you some time to get the word out, but once it was Comte listened. Thrusting harder into you. The sound of him slamming into you gets louder.

You moan louder, your voice hitching. Your marked leg wraps around his hips. That's the moan he heard in the video, and he was right. The moment you moaned like that you clenched around his cock, adding to the pool of cum already inside you.

Over on the chair, Leonardo pulls out his phone with a smirk and starts recording to send it to Vlad.

"Would you look at that, Vlad. She's not your personal fuck toy after all," he lets the video go for some time so that Vlad can hear you scream Comte's name as he fills you with his own cum. "My turn," he ends the video and sends it to the group chat immediately.

Comte pants, his cock still inside you. You try relaxing your body and catching your breath, knowing the next round is starting soon.

Leonardo gets out of the chair and walks over. "Go sit down and watch, you cuck," after watching multiple videos from Vlad, and then this, he was getting too impatient.

Comte pulled out of you slowly, wanting to drag out the beautiful whine you were making. You look up at Leonardo, knowing he's going to be a bit more brutal with you.

Comte takes his turn sitting down, only he's excited to watch. Leonardo finally lets his pants drop. He moves your body so that you are bent over the desk.

"Don't be too rough, Leonardo."

"Then you shouldn't have made me wait," he squeezes your ass, before spanking it. You let out a yelp and jerk forward as much as you can. "This is Comte's favorite part, so you better put on a show for him."

Leonardo smirks and pushes himself in. You moan and wince. Holding you in place by your hips he immediately slams into your hole.

He groans as he finds the right force to use. "You're not so tight any more."

You hold onto the front of the desk. Rather than looking up at the one fucking you, you are still facing Comte. He's sitting back in the chair relaxed, one leg over the other acting like he's watching a movie.

You're seeing nothing but stars at this point, moans being the only noise you can make. Leonardo leans down, putting his arms under you and holding your shoulders so he can really drive deep into you.

"Ahh-ahh-hh!"

Leonardo looks over your messy hair as Comte and smirks. "Take a picture. It lasts longer," he chuckles in your ear.

Comte gets up, grabbing his jacket to pull his phone out of his pocket. "It would be a shame not to share with Vlad what we are doing to our little flower."

Leonardo let's go of your shoulder to grab your half open jaw, forcing you to look in the direction of the camera. "Smile for the camera, cara mia."

The moans never stop. They get higher and higher until you cum again.

"Our dumb slut can't even talk," your eyes flutter and Leonardo let's your jaw go.

"She's not dumb. She's just obedient, and takes a pounding well."

Leonardo holds onto you tightly, thrusting in as hard as he can until he finally slams deep into you , trying to get his cum as deep as he can.

"Ahh-hh!", you're so weak you can barely yell.

Leonardo rides out his high, making sure he's filled you with as much of his cum as he can. Slowly letting you go, he sits up and carefully pulls out. As Comte sets his phone on his desk, Leonardo falls back into the chair.

Comte carefully holds you. "I want to let you rest, ma Cherie. But after seeing everything Vlad did to you I don't think I can't let a part of you go untouched."

You softly whine. You can't hold yourself up, let alone move any part of your body. Leonardo helps Comte get you wrapped up in his coat while the two of them just slip their pants back on.

Leonardo grabs the rest of the clothes that are on the floor while Comte starts walking out of his office.

"Let's take you to my room for the rest of the session."

~~

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More writers notes: 3 hours.....3000 words... eye twitch if you don't hype the SHIT OUT OF THIS FIC I am coming for you in your sleep. Now excuse me while I go PASS OUT

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[cherryxcadbury]

OK HERE'S YOUR NEY REQUEST:

You know that drake song "childs play"? In the intro of the song a guy says something along the lines of "if your girl asks you to go to a nba game.. she is probably fcking some guy on that team". My idea for you: how would ney react to you asking him to acompany you to a man city game? Idk maybe mix in some sweet jealousy and him being excited when haaland loses?

Love ya take care xoxo

love love love you xx

I used to not understand anyone’s attraction to Neymar, bc he’s a bit older than me. but now, I get it, I really do.

2nd person pov

“Look what I got!” You smirked as you walked into the sitting room where your boyfriend, Neymar was lying on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

He quirked an eyebrow at you.

You flashed him two tickets, Manchester City vs. Arsenal.

“Come with me to the Man City game! They’re going to be playing in London, Emirates Stadium.” You begged.

Neymar sat up, his phone barely hanging onto the sofa.

“Why do you want to go watch this game? It’s just a regular premier league match.” Neymar questioned.

You rolled your eyes at his question.

“It’s going to be such a good match. Arteta, Jesus, and Zinchenko against their old team! And I finally get to see Haaland live!”

Neymar narrowed his eyes at the last part of your sentence.

“Haaland eh?”

You nodded enthusiastically, “He’s so good! Honestly better than Mbappe.”

Neymar furiously shook his head, “There is no youngster better than Kylian.”

You had to stop from laughing. It was clear he was a bit jealous.

“Whatever. So you coming? Or are you too jealous?”

His eyes bulged out of his sockets.

“I’m not jealous.”

You rolled your eyes at his clear lie before he pulled you to sit on the couch with him. He cupped your face, and kissed you deeply.

You pulled away at a loss for words, while he pulled away with a smirk.

“Still want to go to that match? We can just stay here you know…” He suggested.

It was your turn to smirk now.

“Of course! I spent a fortune on those tickets. Come on!” You had decided. ***

“Right here.” You gestured to a set of two seats in the fourth row.

Despite your wishes to wear a kit from one of the teams playing, your boyfriend had convinced you to wear one of his many Brazil hoodies. You wore a gray set of leggings underneath, paired with the viral ugg booties. Neymar on the other hand, wore a plain white hoodie with some branding, and tight black jeans with slight rips in them. He of course paired this with a baseball cap and some trendy Jordans.

Once a fashion icon, always a fashion icon.

You both sat down into your seats and got comfortable. The match was just about to start.

“I’m thirsty.” You whispered to Neymar, signaling for the bottle of water in his hand.

“Thirsty?” He smirked.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier we could’ve just stayed home in Paris an…” He began to say.

You slapped his leg and shot him a look, “Get your head out of the gutter idiot.”

“How am I supposed to when you’re sitting there looking like that in my sweatshirt?”

You rolled your eyes at his lack of self control.

Within a few minutes, the match had begun. Manchester City was very clearly dominating, as expected. Haaland had several chances courtesy De Bruyne but had been unlucky thus far.

Neymar had told you he’d be rooting for Arsenal. This was a bit strange to you because he’d never been an Arsenal supporter in the slightest. He claimed it was because Arsenal had a more overwhelming number of Brazilian players than Man City so he needed to support “his boys.” To you however, it just didn’t add up.

He was enjoying the game though. When Arsenal went up 1-0, thanks to a Jesus goal, his grin became wider. Neymar would constantly look over at you to see what you were thinking, what you were feeling.

Things changed however in the 86th minute, when Man City scored on a Haaland goal. Like many other away fans, the terrific strike brought you to your feet and you cheered as loud as possible, much to Neymar’s disappointment. You’d figured he was a bit jealous. And if he wanted to play this game, so be it.

“COME ON!” Cheers were heard all around you.

Neymar face curled up into a scowl as he watched you clap for Haaland’s goal. Once you finally sat back down, his arm was again around your waist, trying to bring you as close as possible to him. Your head rested on his shoulder while his head rested on yours.

“City’s gonna win.” You whispered to him.

“Not if my boys have a say in it.” He mumbled back, kissing your cheek.

You turned to face him and stuck your tongue out at his smug look.

Truth be told, on the inside, he was praying Arsenal didn’t lose. He couldn’t bear watch you cheer for City again.

In the 89th minute, his wish came true. City defender Nathan Ake was unable to track back fast enough, and was so match for Bukayo Saka who received the ball and banged it in the net.

Your mouth had fallen open, and Neymar had gone to his feet, cheering as loud as possible.

He looked down at you in your seat and shot you a wide smirk while you gave him a pissed look. He sat back down and grabbed your chin before kissing you again. The stadiums cameras had been able to find you two meanwhile.

After pulling away, you and Neymar had realised you were on the cameras (pretend they do this at the Emirates, idk if they do). You looked down and blushed while Neymar shot a wink at the camera. Eventually, the cameras found someone else to bother and the match ended, with Arsenal winning. Neymar had a smug look on his face when you two were leaving the stadium.

“Just say it.” You sighed.

“Haaland was kind of invisible today, don’t you think?” He smirked.

“He still scored Ney.”

“Yeah but they lost.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “He’s still a star.”

Neymar furrowed his brow, “And me?”

His jealousy was insane.

You turned to face him, and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’ll always be my superstar.”

as a spurs supporter, writing abt an arsenal win was quite painful.

as a side note, thank u sm for ur requests! I’m writing them based on which ones I’m feeling! but at some point, they’ll all be done.

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[joesheistyy]

Red Nosed Boy

The Bills and Bengals game was approaching quickly. Which meant the team would need to be out practicing in the cold. Joe hated the cold, but he loved his team and he knew he needed to get the job done.

Tuesday morning practice had rolled around and it was breezy with a temperature of 24°. Joe was dreading leaving the cozy house and he made sure the whole world knew it.

“I love my job and I love what I do, but I do not want to go today,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him in bed.

“I know babe. It’s cold so it’s hard to leave, but you don’t make millions for nothing,” you replied, turning to face him. Sometimes a little gaslighting could make Joe get up and go without much more complaining.

“Yeah yeah yeah,” he croaked out as he tossed the blankets off of his body, exposing himself to the harsh cold air of the bedroom.

Joe headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Brushing his teeth, shaving, and putting on layers to attempt to keep his body warmth in for practice.

You soon got out of bed, checking the thermostat the moment you got downstairs. The 70° temperature in the house wouldn’t be nearly warm enough for Joe when he got home.

Joe had left quickly, realizing he had to face the snow flurries and idiots who freak out on the roads when even a single snowflake falls. As badly as he didn’t want to practice outside, he hid that and encouraged his teammates that it’s what needed to be done to better the team in preparation for the game against Buffalo.

You continued your house work and relaxation while Joe was gone. You tried to conjure up some ideas to warm him up for when he arrived home. You enjoyed your hot coffee under a cozy blanket on the couch, feeling a little guilty that Joe was out in the cold. However, he did make millions to do that, so you shut your guilt down quickly.

You heard the garage door open, and in walks a cold, red-nosed Joe. That poor boy struggled to warm up when it was this cold and breezy out. Not even blasting the heat in his car on the way home could do much.

“Hi baby, how was practice?” You asked, going up to hug him.

“Cold,” he mumbled out, pulling you in closer to try to use your body heat to warm him up.

"What can we do to get you warmed up, baby?" you questioned, looking up to kiss his cold chin.

"Dunno, even my bones feel cold," he slumped into your body, resting his weight onto you.

"Let's start with getting rid of your practice stuff. There's no way that's warm anymore," You said, helping him drop his bag of equipment.

You lead Joe upstairs to change. You had already put some clean clothes in the towel warmer for him. He headed for the bathroom, considering taking a warm bath. He decided against it, considering that involved more effort than he wanted to commit to it.

"Any warmer?" you ask after he came out of the bathroom in his warm Nike sweatpants and looney tunes crew neck, bengals hat still on.

"A bit, but it's one of those cold feelings that takes hours to go away. I hate, hate, hate it," he groaned, walking out of the bedroom. You followed him back downstairs. Joe headed for the thermostat, turning the heat up to 74. You hated being hot, so keeping the house cool was typically the way to go. But in this case, you would happily deal so Joe could be comfortable. No one needed him sick before the Bills game.

Joe then laid down on the couch. He took the thick fuzzy Ugg blanket and draped it over his legs. You had laid out a heating pad for him that he put his back on. He would do anything to try to warm up.

You approached the couch, kneeling down to lay a kiss on his cold cheek. "How about some tea?" you suggested, seeing his eyes light up a little bit.

"That sounds good babe, do we have green tea?" he asked, pulling the blanket up over his shoulders.

"We do! I'll get that started for you," you joked like you worked at Starbucks. He laughed in response.

You made Joe tea in his favorite mug. He wasn't a coffee drinker, but he had a few favorite mugs for tea.

"Thanks baby," he said, leaning up to take the tea from you.

"Have any other ideas to warm up?" you asked, hoping that something had come to mind.

"Lay with me?" he suggested, opening up the blanket to let you under with him.

You crawled under the blanket with Joe, the touch of his skin still cool. He grabbed the remote, turning on Looney Tunes. His arms wrapped around your back, holding you tight.

Your eyes fluttered shut as the outside atmosphere became white with powered snow. Joe's arms wrapped around you, his body slowly but surely warming up.

#joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow x reader #joe sheisty #bengals quarterback #cincinnati bengals #nfl imagine #nfl #joe burrow asks

[dirtybitfic]

So wrong yet so right part 3

contains~ slight argument, make out , head(fem receiving) ,no actual sex... yet 😘

y/n pov-

My directions are telling me i'll be at the location in about 15 minutes and i'm flipping the fuck out.

The logical part of me is saying this is a very bad idea and I should have stayed home . The other part of me is saying step on the fucking gas pedal and get there as quick as possible.

I know deep down this could end very badly I mean i'm his student he's my professor thats illegal buttt as of right now I only have one thing on my mind and thats ... well I guess him but also what the fuck is going to happen when I actually arrive at what i'm guessing is his house.

Im trying to listen to music to calm my nerves but the playlist I have on is only heightening them .

freak on a leash is playing

as i'm driving through the backroads of Oregon . I honestly made my decision of where to go to college base on how beautiful Oregon is . I love when its dark and Rainey like it is tonight . I look down at my phone to see I only have about 7 minutes left and my plans start to sweat .

DEATH/BAD GIRL by black dresses comes on

as I make a turn onto a road that leads up a small windy hill .

as I reach the end of the drive way I look up to a house the exterior dark but modern.

I try to keep my jaw from dropping, I didn't expect him to live in such a nice house but it makes me even more intrigued .

I turn off my car and step out. I look like shit I didn't even get dressed in normal clothes i'm still in my sleep wear set and my ugg slippers. Given its literally 3 am at this point and he told me I had 30 minutes to get here so I was in a rush.

The front door opens and i'm met with professor Sturniolo in grey sweatpants hanging low showing his v line and slim waist and he's shirtless . Im practically drooling as I slowly make my way up the steps to him. He smirks as his eyes trace my exposed skin.

I step in front of him and timidly look into his eyes as I wait for him to speak.

hi is all he says as he smiles

I return the smile and give a quiet hi back

come in he says motioning me in with his hand

I step past him into the house taking a deep breathe in . The house smells so good like sandlewood and pine tree . I hear him shut the door and his steps come up behind me so I turn around and face him.

I know your probably wandering why I called you here at 2 am

yeah it was a bit... out of the ordinary

he chuckles softly before shaking his head and looking back at me

after I read your story I just... I couldn't stop thinking about you

mmm so I guess you liked it I say in a slight teasing tone.

he steps forward pressing his front to mine as his large hand slides to the side of my face .

oh trust me I loved it he says before his hand slides down to my neck holding it firmly as I swallow and look up at him.

he leans down so close our lips are mere centimeters apart.

Let me show you just how much I liked it yeah he says in a deep tone that has my knees buckling

O-okay I say in a tone so soft I sound out of breath .

He grabs my hand and leads me up a staircase into a large door leading into a smaller living room .

He walks to a couch and sits down pulling me onto his lap. A small gasp leaves my lips from the force of his pull . His hands lace through my hair as he pulls me in and our lips crash together in a gentle kiss.

The gentleness of the loss goes away as it turns into a deep and hungry make out.

My hands move around his neck as I pull the hair at the base of his back and he groans into the kiss as I start grinding onto him feeling him grow underneath me.

He stops movements as he detaches are lips pulling my bottom lip with his teeth and watching it bounce back into place.

Stand up for me he says as he taps my thighs and I do .

Take off your bottoms and lay down for me he says with a lustful look in his eyes that have me doing what he says in a heartbeat.

After removing my shorts I lay down on the couch and he moves so he’s between my legs. I look down at him as he smiles up at me before he kisses my inner thighs and I drop my head back as small whimpers escape my lips.

He bites down and I yelp.

He chuckles softly as he does it again and I moan . It’s tightly painful but also feels good .

His hand moves to my thong that I still have on as he pulls it to the side and blows cold air on my bare pussy causing me to jolt.

He smiles as he does it again .

F-fuck please I whine feeling needy and just wanting him to touch me already .

He smirks at my whining .

So needy he says in a tone that makes me feel slightly embarrassed .

I sigh as I look down at him and god he looks so fucking hot from this angle.

He dips his tongue out licking a stripe up my soaked pussy and I moan.

He latches his lips around my clit and sucks causing moans to slip past my lips and I throw my head back getting lost in the pleasure.

Fuck oh my g-god I whine out at he licks and sucks expertly . There’s a reason I like older men they know exactly how to make woman feel good .

You like how your professor licks your pussy hmm he says in a teasing tone before going back to licking my clit as his fingers of his free hand meet my entrance.

Y-yes oh my

He slides two fingers in as he sucks on my clit causing my breathe to catch and a lewd moan to come out.

He moves his fingers at the perfect pace and angle as his mouth works wonders on my clit . The pleasure so amazing my legs are shaking and my breathing is loud and raspy . I’m a shaking moaning mess for him and all the bad feelings about what’s happening right now wash away.

F-FUCK OH MY-

I gasp out at my orgasm approaching and my stomach tightens with the pressure .

I’m so close fuck please don’t stop I whine out .

I won’t sweetheart he groans as he goes back to licking and sucking .

I scream out as I cum all over his fingers as my legs shake and close in around his head as he licks helping me through my orgasm.

As I come down I loosen my legs around his head and he comes up with a smirk on his face as he he pulls his fingers out of me and sucks my juices off of them .

Such a good girl for me he says before placing a sweet kiss on my lips.

He pulls away tucking a strand off hair behind my ear before smiling softly at me .

It’s late and I know you have class tomorrow you should go home and get some sleep

I look at him confused as to why he would call me over this late just to eat me out .

But you didn’t I start saying my confusion showing in my face

Trust me I got more than enough pleasure from what I just did to you

I blink before standing up and grabbing my shorts and slipping them back on .

He leads me back to the front door and watches me slip my shoes back on .

I look at him with a smile on my face and he returns it before pulling me into a warm gentle hug. His hand smooths over my hair as I inhale his intoxicating scent .

I pull back and look up at him as he smiles down at me .

Be a good girl and drive safe . I’ll see you in class Friday okay

Y-yeah I will by professor sturniolo I say as I step out of the door . I don’t actually know his first name which is crazy because of what happened a couple minutes ago.

Y/n he calls as I step down the stairs.

I turn to look at him

Yeah?

Call me Matt when we’re not in class

Okay well … Matt see you in class Friday I say as I continue walking to my car .

I get in and turn on my car and look up to see he’s still standing there leaning against the door arms crossed over his chest with a smile on his face. I’m guessing he’s making sure I get out safely and I can’t help but smile.

I pull out of the drive way and make my 20 minute drive home . I have to blast music to keep myself awake.

I pull into my parking spot and get out walking to the elevator up to my apartment floor and unlock it . I throw my keys on the counter then go to the bathroom since I really had to pee then I tiredly make my way into bed laying down and looking up at the ceiling.

As much as I enjoyed tonight I’m still confused. I thought idk maybe he wanted to have sex but … nope.

There’s no way I’m making it to class tomorrow it’s already 5 am and my first and second classes are from 8-10 and 10:30-12 . I’m way too fucking tired so I plug in my phone without setting alarms and slowly nod off to sleep.

I have a feeling class on Friday is gonna be … interesting.

@sophia-77n @riasturns @milasturniolo @blahbel668 @sturnsjtop @skyslondon

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[f1shart]

the amount of times i've drawn clowns on this blog is absurd. yes it was twice but that's twice too much

ANYWAY personality swap verona au anyone? its more of a personality inversion since i didn't swap their personalities with one another (og idea by @quejicadelapulpa)... more info ⬇️

idk why when i invert their personalities they become depressed, evil, or both but 😭 i'll go in depth on each of them

Tybalt: he was always a clown but swapbalt is quite literally a clown (he prefers jester). his personality is basically mercutio: playful, friendly, but still prim since i don't see why that would change about him i mean he's still absolutely loaded 🤑 also he loves annoying mercutio, especially since it's not like he'll get his ass whooped if he starts to throw hands (since, yk, tybalt is JACKED)

Mercutio: what i meant when i said they turn depressed when i invert their personalities 💀 swapcutio is a man of few words. he probably speaks very quietly too, only ever getting loud when he's pissed at tybalt. speaking of, he's not as hot-headed as og tybalt mostly cuz i didn't want to just swap their personas and call it a day. nah this is much funnier. i feel bad for him though i mean he's got this fucking clown constantly bothering him and there's nothing he can do about it

Romeo: he's giving pascal and i'm so sorry ab that. anyway this is where i delve more into personal hcs about personality since some of these sims weren't given much originally. i see romeo as a pretty smart kid so i didn't change that about him. i also see him as a bit immature but his wit makes up for that and that's how he's able to charm people. while swapmeo is mature, he is unfortunately quite uncharismatic so who tf knows how he pulled juliette. he's still a romance sim tho so he has his ways...

Juliette: not too much about her. i originally saw her as a little hot-headed similar to tybalt, so i decided to commit to that and make her a very mellow and chill individual. no more raging at online shooter games for her ! swapiette also wears very comfy clothes unlike juliette and dont u worry i kept her uggs. they're simply too iconic 😩

Miranda: she's basically more like her mother. this is where i was conflicted like do i swap the adults' personalities as well?? regardless, swapiranda (i need to stop) is a good christian girl 😌 as you can see she did not dye her hair in this universe and same with hermia but we'll get there. i also removed her beautiful shades SORRY but they're still there in spirit with the blue of her nails. i think swapiranda has that sweet exterior but a snakeish interior in terms of personality

Hermia: i exchanged the goth aesthetic for something more pastel and trendy for the time. you could say swapmia is a bit like og juliette in terms of personality. ooh maybe she doesn't dislike her brother in this universe! though i can see her and juliette getting tired of his smileyness. also yess swapmia's hair is her natural blonde it fits her vibe more.

Puck: last and certainly not least, evil puck 😍 the poor residents of swap veronaville cuz this kid... to me, og puck is kind, shy, dedicated to their tasks but dreadfully incompetent. you'd think he's the media's idea of a fairy- playful and mischievous, but he is surprisingly the opposite. THEN THERE'S SWAP PUCK. absolutely devious. despicable. he plays pranks and they are fucking mean pranks (not as far as battery acid in pop tho 💀 that's one of their cruel jokes. pls tybalt is not actually drinking battery acid) who KNOWS what swapmia sees in them. maybe she's evil too lmfao

anyway that's what i got. tell me why typing this drained 54% of my battery. apple is wild. maybe i'll do st but that's a hell of a lot of work

#shart #tybalt capp #mercutio monty #romeo monty #juliette capp #hermia capp #miranda capp #tycutio #puck summerdream #ts2 #pushtet if you see this i purposefully kept pucks shorts 😈 ur so welcome #i've been thinking... since they're long shorts shouldnt they be called longs? #food for thought #veronaville

[pleasingsatellite]

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yourinstagram One little pitstop till we're home 🎄🗽

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annetwist hurry home please, I need baby snuggles immediately

harryfan1 Their little matching outfits do you think harry was matching?

↳haryfan2 it was def his idea in the first place

gemmastyles now when you guys get home don't yell at me regarding how many presents are under the tree I couldn't stop myself....

↳annetwist You don't even wanna see how many are under my tree right now.

harryfan3 I love how they just have fully accepted y/n and her daughter to their family

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harrystyles Home. Happy Holidays everyone xx.

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harryfan1 harry styles flew commercial so I fly commercial

harryfan2 y'all looking to adopt a 24 year old woman or....

annetwist my babies ❤️

harryfan3 I love how open he is to showing his gf and baby off

elladeannemurray Thea can't wait for our play date!

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annetwist I have the most creative and best helper in the kitchen with me today 🎄🍪

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harryfan1 I'd pay money to have a cookie decorated by baby styles

gemmastyles I will be over in 5 minutes to taste test thank you very much

harrystyles mum didn't we talk about excess sugar?

↳yourinstagram harry...she can have a cookie a little processed sugar will do her good

↳harrystyles fine when she's bouncing off the walls I'm not in charge.

harryfan2 of course Harry's weird about his kid having sugar I expected nothing less tbh

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yourinstagram Life lately 🥰🫶🏻✨

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harryfan1 I am so obsessed with dadrry are you kidding me?

harryfan2 That baby is living the absolute best life and I would love to come back as baby styles

harrystyles I love my life with you two.

annetwist I love you guys so much

gemmastyles please bring the baby downstairs so I can get a cuddle

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yourinstagram FINALLY!! YES YES YES

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harryfan1 HUSBANDRRY

harryfan2 omg they've been together for so long I've been waiting for this

annetwist you've been apart of this family since the day harry met you but I'm so happy to have you officially a Styles

gemmastyles wouldn't want anyone else as my sister in law!

harrystyles I'm the luckiest man in the world in every sense of the word.

harryfan3 This is about to be the wedding of the century

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yourinstagram loving everything about my life right now.

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harryfan1 BEAUTIFUL

harryfan2 she's so beautiful I completely get it harry

pillowpersonpp Can't wait to start wedding planning in January

↳yourinstagram Sarah part-time drummer full time wedding planner

harrystyles Hey fiancé..

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harryupdates Harry and his family recently!

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harryfan1 he looks so happy and well rested

harryfan2 okay but where is y/n and baby styles?

↳harryfan3 she was there! her instagram story is harry chasing baby styles around!

harryfan4 harry's dressed like he lives in Antartica with his like 4 layers he's so cute

harryfan5 okay but I NEED Harry's sunglasses

part one part two

Had to bring back my fav little family I missed single mom y/n they're my fav to write tbh I hope everyone had the best holiday's what was your fav thing you got? Mine has to be my ultra mini uggs I live in uggs during the winter

#harry styles fake ig #harry styles fake social media #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles instagram #harry styles au #harry styles headcannon #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction

[technovillain]

Obsessed with your alt Gisu design, you have so much talent! 💙💙💙💙 I was wondering how you came up with each of the interns alt designs. Also hope you make a comic using that Alt design for Gisu one day!

tysm!!!! i'm glad u like them ehehehe ^_^ i can give u some design notes. it will be a long post sooooo I will put it under the cut. always love an excuse to ramble abt design choices.

Gisu: I do like her dinosaur shirt swag, but i feel like her layering doesn't have a lot of clarity in terms of like. what is going on with the shirts (vest?) and since the dino thing is never relevant to her character, I decided to lean into the electrokinesis theme with the lightning bolt jumper & under-cape pattern. Which is just a headcanon but I always forget it is!! I just like the idea of her being into electrokinesis bc it would make a lot of sense for someone who is paired up with Otto. Changed her bag to be a strap for her board so she doesn't have to carry it around all the time. Asymmetrical bun for some of that PN1 asymmetry flavor. Mismatched shoes bc she seems like the type to think that's cool (also maybe bc i do this and i'm projecting) Missing toof from skating incident + torn jeans. Electrokinesis scars on her hands, bc I like to think that psi-powers can leave physical damage if not used properly.

Morris: tried to balance out his proportions a little bit because sometime i feel like his head is so big you can't even see his body in screencaps. tried to make his head less round and his eyes too, I kind of like the thing that PN1 did where the heads sort of just fade into necks with less of a cutoff so I did that too. Nasty teenager moustache just felt right + some freckles. I changed his nose scar to face the other way bc I thought it was supposed to be nostrils at first. No notes on his levball-lawnchair wheelchair bc it is everything to me.

Lizzie: wanted to up the 80s goth influence on her. Imagine her hair as the super-teased puffy fried Siouxsie hair of the 80s goths. Nerfed her amount of patterns just for the sake of there is no way I am ever going to draw all of her details ever bc I don't have that kind of patience. again the graphic liner to lean into the 80s goth style. Also took away her chin/neck priveleges bc I did that to norma first and wanted them to still look similar. denim vest for more 80s influence.

Adam: (his is the only one i haven't stuck to drawing like this yet bc i like his canon round head) but I made him more square in general bc I feel like he's the most grounded and straight-edged intern. gave him more pattern on his dress (tunic?) and hat bc everybody has more pattern than him. the linked lapel pins and hat dangles are meant to evoke his use of the yo-yo weapon. Unified his color palette more with more green and purple. Strings tied around his fingers, again for more yo-yo imagery but also bc he seems like a workaholic who would be overscheduled and have a lot to remember.

Norma: this girl knits!!! she was the first character i tried to "PN1-ify" and she just felt like she needed a big old backpack. for her overprepared freshman who thinks she knows everything energy. also symbolizes her putting a ton of weight and expectations on her shoulders when she really doesn't have to (which is kind of a core tenet of the little bit of canon personality she has) orange glasses bc my tinted glasses addiction is quite evident. the yellow pompom on her hat matches Lizzie's, giving them a sibling connection, also saying that she knitted her sister's hat :]

Sam: the first thing that I thought when I first saw Sam's canon design was that she looked straight out of 2013 with her ugg boots and that particular shirt pattern, which maybe isn't exclusive to the early 2010s but once i thought that it was burnt into my mind. So I tried to make her look more 80s with the short skirt and buckled boots and off the shoulder sweater. the too-long sleeves give her kitty energy (and i put cat hair on them). Gave her whale earrings bc she seems to really like whales in canon. gave her a cleft palate scar because i drew her with that once, plus I kind of see it when she makes the :3 face. revoked her neck priveleges altogether because if compton and dogen don't have them why should she!!!

#redesign #psychonauts #ask #anonymous #.txt

[the-fiction-witch]

Hot Chocolate

Media TMR AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet

Fictional Advent Day Eight

so maybe for Newt, you can make an AU story where y/n is a waitress at a restaurant and Newt comes with another girl who’s a mean girl on a date and y/n serves them but the girl that Newt is on the date with is really rude to y/n and is calling her rude names, and it gets to the point where newt gets so upset with the mean girl and yells at her and newt hangs with y/n instead. It’s just a little idea I thought was good! Take your time and happy holidays!

I rushed around like a bumble bee busy with the bustle of the malt shop, listening to the Christmas music playing gently mixed with people cluttering cutlery and crockery as well as the bell often tolling on the door as people came and went, the snow fluttering sweetly down the sky. 

“Thank you so much happy holidays” a lady smiled as she and her family left the table

“Happy holidays” I smiled going to clear their little booth by the window tidying up and adding the five-dollar tip to my little Christmas-themed gingerbread house moneybox, as I started on some more coffee for those at the counter

“Hey uhh, I had a little favour to ask?’ a voice spoke up and I looked and saw a guy who had just come in, in some nice shoes that had a dusting of snow on them, some brown suit pants, a little orange t-shirt and a white button-down slipping off his large coat with a fluffy inside as well as a dark red scarf

“You can ask, I don't know what the answer will be but you can ask”

He chuckled a little “I know it's a big ask but could I take a booth?”

“Booths are normally reserved for parties of four or more you have three friends coming?”

“No, I uhh I have a first date. I know it goes against the rules but you think you could let it slide?”

“No problem, take number seven it has a lovely view over the bridge”

“Thank you”

“Your welcome, and hey if they don't look like their picture just order a blue raspberry pancake and I'll get you out of there”

“Thanks, hopefully, I won't need to” he laughed heading over to the booth setting his stuff down and fixing himself up in the reflective side of the napkin dispenser, I made a note about him and went on with my shift luckily the rush was over and things were dying down, I often passed the guy and offered him coffee or tea but he always politely declined and only got more and more nervous as time went on.

Until she arrived.

I saw her walking down the street before she even got into the shop as she pointed her nose high making it the peak of her face, sunglasses that took up almost all of her face, and nails long enough to pick a lock within some little ugg style boots, a pair of tight leggings, a long sleeve white turtle neck with a beige fluffy vest she came in and put her glasses on her head.

“Hi,” She sighed offering her hand to him, “Newt?”

“Hi, you must be Olivia.” he smiled giving her hand a kiss,

“Yeah.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, You’re just as beautiful as Minho said.” he smiled as they sat together, I gave them a while dealing with some other things before I finally went over

“Hi, how are you two doing today?”

“Uhh excuse me, can we get a male waiter.” She snapped at me

“Uhh we don’t have any male waiters”

“Fine. Whatever” She sighed

“Okay… What can I get started for you, Coffee? Tea? Hot Chocolate?”

“Eehhh just water. In a clean glass.” She snapped

“Sure” I nodded

“I’ll have a hot chocolate,” He smiled

“No problem, whipped cream?”

“Absolutely,”

“Candy cane?”

“Yeah that sounds nice”

“Excellent, I’ll be back with those feel to look at the menu for food” I smiled

“Okay we get it bye,” she said angrily

So I just headed off and got her water and his hot chocolate and I took them over “Here we are” I smiled setting them down “You ready to order?”

“Uhh ohh my god! Will you stop jumping down our throats? How on earth would anyone be ready to order already it’s been two seconds”

“It’s been five minutes miss.”

“Are you talking back to me you chubby slop girl?”

“That is incredibly rude. She was just asking” He spoke up

“I’m not taking advice from someone who still eats sugar. That thing is like six suggested servings yeah no thank you.” She snapped

“I’ll give you another minute” I nodded heading away for a moment but before I even got to the counter she clicked her fingers at me

“Hey! Hey! Slop girl! Aren’t you going to take my order?”

“Yes Miss” I nodded as I headed back over

“Do you have anything that actually observes serving sizes?”

“Our plates are all designed for one person, unless they are specifically in the sharing or extra large section of the menu”

“So no. Fine. I will take a lobster and a salad”

“Miss… we don’t have that on the menu”

“I know I’m not stupid. But I want lobster.”

“We don’t have lobster here miss… we mostly just make pancakes, fries, burgers that sort of thing”

“Uhhhh clean my table again slop girl there must be carbs all over the table” she complained

“That is really rude, your are being insanely disrespectful. You choose for us to come here ” he said

“Maybe I’d be nicer if this slop girl could actually use her brain!” she yelled “Give me a side salad”

“One side salad” I sighed “You sir?”

“I won’t be ordering anything I’m sorry,” he said “I cannot go through with this I’m sorry”

“Aren't you gonna pay for my food?”

“No.”

“Ughhh!” She whined grabbing her stuff and marching out in a huff

“I am so so sorry”

“It’s okay, trust me you hear worse in this job” I answered “Could I get you a slice of cranberry pie? Ice cream on the side?”

“Yeah that would be really nice” he smiled

After a while, he came and moved to the counter and we chatted as I worked for a good while doing my best to cheer him up even giving him a free hot chocolate, and after a while he happily paid

“Thanks so much for everything”

“It's no trouble, Happy holidays”

“Happy holidays” he smiled before he headed out, I gathered up his stuff, and found out he had left a hundred-dollar tip and a note ‘I’m so sorry about her, and thank you so much for cheering me up. If you like I’d love to take you out for dinner one day your not working X Newt’ and then his number I chuckled a little and put it in my pocket so I could text him when I get off my shift. 

[underacalicosky]

After the Long Way Up gif set going around...yesterday? (Idk, time eludes me right now) I am inspired to ask you: disaster trio's opinion on Uggs?

Thank you for this ask! I admit that I haven’t had much time to scroll through my tumblr feed the last few days and I missed the Long Way Up gif set, but thank you for sending it to me as a reference. Yes, let’s think about this.

I feel like there should be some Uggs-type boot that is standard Jedi-issue for when they go to cold planets. Because look at them:

Those poor babies are cold even with their puffy coats! Especially Anakin. I imagine he’s extra grumpy and Obi-Wan has to pack extra snacks to keep him from getting too fussy.

See, there he is, asking Rex and Obi-Wan if either of them have an oven-toasted sandwich they could spare. Sadly, no.

But notice the footwear. It’s their usual boots, which can’t be that warm.

So they return from their mission and Anakin is like, never again will my toes freeze like that. He goes online shopping and buys these (in wide width, that’s my headcanon):

They’re warm and comfy and Anakin loves them, but he soon finds they’re not waterproof. Bummer. So he wears them around the Resolute because space is cold.

Ahsoka sees them and keeps asking to try them on and Anakin’s like, we’re not even the same size. He orders these for her:

Ahsoka is so stoked that Padme’s fashion sense has rubbed off on Anakin, and he really is a good Master for making sure her feet are warm even if her shoulders and midriff are exposed.

It’s only a matter of time before Obi-Wan notices them in their Uggs and Anakin asks if he’d like a pair. But Obi-Wan doesn’t! Something about about how they’re kind of goofy looking? And clunky? And he thinks his feet would get too hot and sweaty. Anakin thinks, isn’t that the point? Don’t we all like to be hot and sweaty everywhere all the time? So he compromises and gets these low slippers for Obi-Wan:

Anakin whispers something about how if his feet are still cold, he can think of some ways to warm him up. Obi-Wan furrows his brows, surely Anakin isn’t suggesting… well anyway.

This solves the problem for when they’re hanging around their quarters, but Anakin is determined to find something that’s wet-weather appropriate. He contacts the Uggs company to ask if they’d consider making waterproof boots with the fur. And together they collaborate on a line of footwear.

Behold, the Skywalker from the Jedi Line of Uggs Boots:

And the Kenobi:

And the Tano:

The boots sell-out within a standard rotation and it’s the most popular line that Uggs has ever created.

Anakin and Ahsoka love their boots. They’re warm, comfy, and practical. Obi-Wan seems skeptical until the next time they find themselves on an ice planet and he begrudgingly admits that he’s glad he has his Kenobi boots.

Anakin whips his head around in his puffy coat.

“What was that??? Did you say that my idea was great?? That I’m so smart?? Repeat that a little louder?? Like ten more times???”

Anakin is insufferable for the remainder of the mission. But at least Obi-Wan’s toes don’t freeze.

#thanks for the ask!