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till narrowly missing ivan in every universe, either literally or figuratively, makes me giggle and cry at the same time AUUHSHSJSH if he was a regressor/reincarnator and og/alnst!till was watching his later incarnations, mans would be bald from tearing his hair out in frustration
"LOOK BACK MF LOOK BACK, YOU JUST MISSED HIM"
"THATS NOT WHAT HE MEANT AND YOU KNOW IT"
"NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO HAVE YOUR NTH SEXUALITY CRISIS, IVAN IS MOVING AWAY TOMORROW. MOVE IT"
and imagine his previous incarnations from other failed lifetimes watching the current lifetime with him and theyre all in the same frustrated state đ
"can we PLEASE have one lifetime where we dont end up breaking his heart ? can we PLEASEâ"
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HAHAHAHAHA LMAOOOOO
doomed lovers and tills watching it all happen, kicking and screaming
everytime an incarnation pops up in their little hell, he is kicked and beaten up and treated as a less-than-human being until the next one meets ivan. and then they're too focused watching how till (yes, that's you, a dumbass) misses every smile and glimmer of eyes and heartbreak that ivan shows.
"what the fuck?! what's he doing?! ivan is right there, don't go hitting on her - fuck! who is that idiot!"
"that idiot is you! do you remember how you made ivan your best man at your wedding?!"
"says the one had an arranged marriage with him then went to war and came home in love with a nurse!"
"all of you are idiots!"
and none of the tills know og till's backstory. most of the time he's writing songs and playing the guitar, as all of them do, but in a more extreme way. there's a little library with all the songs the tills have made, each shelf a different life. og till's is a whole bookshelf, but the ones about ivan only starts after he first appeared here.
(there's also the songs each and every ivan has made about till, for till, to till. those are treated much better than the ones the tills haphazardly throws into their respective shelves. they're encased in gold and glass, just as unattainable as ivan seems to be.)
extra reactions according to some of my aus (except it's all the bad ends and ooc??):
omegaverse
"...what the fuck?"
"WHAT'S A PHEROMONE?! ALPHA? THAT'S SO CRINGEY? WTF"
"GUYS!!! IVAN CAN BE PREGNANT-"
"-SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP-"
"holy fuck"
"it was indeed a fuck"
"did you know ivan could moa-"
"fucking hell we're all tills we're all here we all know!"
"BLOOD! GET A TISSUE YOU FREAK-"
"HALF OF US HAVE NOSEBLEEDS WDYM"
"please please please till hE IS PREGNANT-"
"..."
"what the fuck."
"HE'S DEAD?"
"guys i don't ever wanna get ivan pregnant if that's what's going to happen"
android au
"...he owns ivan..?"
"THAT'S NOT FAIR?? WHAT DID HE EVER DO TO DESERVE IVAN??"
"surely they fall in love, right?"
"don't fucking jinx it, you moron!"
"ivan's so cute... look! he's cutting the veggies into flowers!"
"hey! till! say thank you to ivan!!"
"ugh, can't he just get out the studio so i can see ivan??"
"till, can't you just be a stay at home musician?!"
"aww!! aren't those flowers in the stitching?"
"oh my god ivan hand sewed him clothes?!"
"that's not fair! ivan! you can't just give things to the idiot! or else!! ...or else."
"...you fucking jinxed it!!! ivan!!! you can't die!"
"how'd i know that they'd just shoot and never stop shooting?"
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM??"
"i'll fucking BEAT THEM UP I SWEAR."
"??? why's he only just checked the cameras now since he got ivan?"
"...ivan's voice is so heavenly."
"..."
zombie au
"is it another boring one? haven't we already seen till and ivan have normal lives and drift apart or something else?"
"maybe this time, till will..."
"shut UP! CROW'S MOUTH, I SWEAR"
"nevermind that is nOT NORMAL FUCK"
"OH MY GOD HE IS ROTTING AND MOVING??"
"IVAN GET AWAY FROM THERE -"
"...ivan?"
"FUCK! HE DID IT AGAIN!"
"TILL YOU FUCKER GO BACK FOR HIM!!"
"...at least we still have ivan."
"...and till knows he loves ivan."
"...and they kissed."
".....oh fucking hell, why are you so happy?! ivan's basically till's dog! till doesn't deserve him!"
"well, as long as they cure ivan, they'll be together for real, right?"
"..."
"YOU FUCKING JINXED IT-"
"WHY'D THAT RANDO JUST SHOOT IVAN???
mermaid au
"oh my god he's a fish -"
"- ivan looks like a prince!"
"??? how can you be so rude to ivan!"
"why are his thoughts so weird? ivan's a human, not some pearl! he has dignity!"
"he's much better than some pearl, too."
"till knows he loves ivan, right??? surely??? with those thoughts..."
"i wanna see ivan's eyes...."
"i wanna see ivan's smile..."
"fuck! till, just speak to him god damnit!"
"oh my god!!! ivan!!!"
"??? where's his fishy parts?? ow, don't hit me-"
"...he looks so fine."
"hey! he's sixteen! you are definitely not sixteen, you fucking homewrecker!!"
"homewrecker?! i didn't cheat!!"
"you wrecked your and ivan's house life!"
"what?"
"where'd the letter come from??"
"how's there sea foam???"
"IVANNNN!"
"HE'S DEAD? JUST LIKE THAT?"
"HE DESERVED MORE YOU FUCKER-"
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anyways im going to edit my masterlist to be better ig
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feel like one of those korean drama moms fighting for this apartment unit like how much do you need Up Front *flips open checkbook*
#fighting to demand they let me pay a lot for 600 sqft of space kms#BRUH THE UNIT CUTE I WANT IT I HAVE NEVER LOST A TENANCY APPLICATION. BUT I WAS KINDA FEELING IT IN MY HEART THAT I WOULDNT GET IT#so when she told me oh there was another application i was like URM#in stark contrast to a few nights earlier when i was like: damn do i really wanna say goodbye to my dishwasherâŠ..#YES NOW I DO I WANNA MOVE đđđđđ#im so TIRED of the BUS and coming home at 12am#i dont actually own a checkbook idk if those still exist
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_____ used Destiny Bond! _____ is hoping to take his attacker down with him!
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(Belatedly) celebrating the one-year anniversary of the 'Destiny Bond' comic with a rare, fully-illustrated piece. A bit of extra context and rambly thoughts under the cut đ«¶đđ
A little over a year ago, I posted the first part of the Destiny Bond comic, originally intended to be a one-off doodle exploring the consequences of Morty's prophetic abilities on his relationship with Eusine.
That sketchy doodle of mine ended up being a whole narrative project spanning across a few months, before I eventually took a pause on it to focus on my mental health (having reached a low earlier in the year).
It was a daring enough project in and of itself, especially with how I had spontaneously taken it on when I was still recovering from a years-long burnout with 2D art. Though (temporarily) stopping sooner than I had hoped, I can confidently say that this little comic project of mine had helped to rekindle my love for drawing as a whole, and had further lead me to meeting some of the most wonderful people and friends in this small corner of the Pokémon fandom (whom also happen to be obsessed with these two silly guys from the GSC/HGSS games). It's a project I hold dearly to my heart, and one that I hope to revisit and continue once I feel ready to do so; as the story has yet to truly kick off (I'm not even joking we're still in the prologue technically I'm yelling /lh).
I hope to be able to share the rest of this story with you all one day, in whatever new form it'll take as. For now, I want to say thank you, from the deepest parts of my heart, for supporting this passion project of mine - and to assure you to tune in for the future of this title. đâš
#surprise I'm still active actually . though more on twitter these days ASKJDAHSKJDHAS#ALSO SURPRISE ACTUAL RENDERED PIECE !!!!! đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„#I fought for my life for this fr I haven't done full shading in Years but I'm honestly really really happy with how this turned out đđđđ#I'll go into more detail about the design/composition decisions here soon hehe I got really excited about including them#Though I'll save that for another time askjhdajsn for nowww I just wanted the main piece to be the focus of the post đ«¶đđ#also yes as of now the comic's up in the air as I decide how to move forward#I have A Few Ideas though I'll need to take into account my capabilities and schedule (especially with my freelancing work and college)#So stay tuned for that because I promise y'all it isn't stopping there - I have A Lot more planned for our doomed sillies đââïžđââïžđââïž#I'll also be doing more studies and practice with my art in the meantime because making this opened my eyes to how much I have yet to learn#and that's like . quite terrifying SDKFJSDNFSDNS#but also really exciting !!!!! I wanna improve and build upon my skills and make even better works of these mystic sillies graaaAAAAHHHHHHH#though fr feel free to check out my twt since I'm more active there these days askjdhasnda đ¶ââïžđ¶ââïžđ¶ââïž#Destiny Bond comic#pokemon#pokemon hgss#pokemon gsc#gym leader morty#morty pokemon#eusine#mystery man eusine#eusine pokemon#sacredshipping#morty x eusine#minamatsu#pokemon art#art
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sweet sweet re:kinder community... I would like to ask y'all how you came upon the game and your experiences with it because i wanna know. im genuinely so curious to hear about other people's experiences and little opinions about this game because of how wild the game is (/pos) I'd love to hear it. do ramble to me about it
#re:kinder#not art#so in my case i once saw someone talk about it in a video and some scenes with the very vague context really struck with me#i was like wow...that is so sad... i wonder what goes on#but the thing is i watch videos talking about games like that ALLL THE TIME while im multi-tasking so i FORGOT FOR A YEAR?!?!?#until one day i was sick in pain on my bed could not move. and then it came to me. yes. âRE:KINDER. I SHOULD PLAY IT.â LIKE OUT OF NOWHERE#i will never understand how i dying of pain remembered a game i saw once BY NAME AT LEAST A YEAR LATER when jve heard of so many games#and you wanna know why it stuck with me. i saw in the video an image of the âas if id be reborn as a princessâ line#i did not know the context but it was devastating#AND WHEN I PLAYED THE GAME when that scene game i was shocked to silenceđđ BECAUSE I BASICALLY WENT COMPLETELY BLIND??#I DID NOT KNOW THE LITTLE KID WOULD BE THE ANTAGONIST???? AND THAT HE WOULD HAVE SUCH A SAD STORY??#like. i saw the sad coming i knew it was bound to happen yet i could have never been prepared for how hard it would hit me#I HAD TONS OF FUN but at first when i finished it i was so confused and so lost i was like welll.....what a game... TOO STUNNED FOR WORDS#then i thoughr of it for 20 minutes and bawled my eyes out and realized it was art#so when i got to my second playthrough i CRIED LIKE CRAZYYYđđ I WAS BLOWN AWAY IT REALLY HITS YOU#personally it admittedly hit close to home and while it made me bawl my eyes out it was also very comforting i felt very understood#AND IT WAS CRAZY FUN TOO i was not bored once the first time i played through it i was sleepy but i was so excited to keep playingđđ#its funnt becayse i was initially apprehensive about playing cuz im sensitive to stories where sad things happen to kids#but i played it regardless because i was like âbut what if its one of those scary media that hit close to home and i enjoyâ#AND I WAS RIGHT. BUT NOT ENTIRELY BECAUSE I DID NOT THINK IT WOULD HIT AS INTENSELY AS IT DIDđđ IT WAS MYCH MORE THAN EXPEVTED#many ways in which it impacted me but if i started listing them i would not shut up . so for now it is enough#IN SUMMARY WOW.. WHAY A GOOD GAME!! PLAY RE:KINDER!!!#i rambled more than i intended to i do apologize
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Hate, in Every Sense of the Word.
By: J
major tws for; suicide mention, domestic abuse, abuse, sexual assult mention, murder mention, (really just alot of violence tbh) self harm mention
uh, sorry? that theres so many tws, ig also minor tw for mention of sex too.
uh haha i uh, can you tell what happened tonight? it wasnt even the worst one, just, im tired of it.
talk abt living out of spite bc mannnn, thats all i been going off of for a good while now!
i uh, i really wanna make a certain food bc um. (LOOK I WANNA MAKW A LESS OILY FUCKER OKAY) but my father is awake meaning my mother will be too soon but im scared to even go out of my room bc theyre prob gonna fighttt.
hhhrbd okok ill shut up for now, go ahead and read the angry jirou bullshit ig đ
(oh yea, if it wasnât obvious. im talking about my mother in this.)
ââââââââââ
yknow,
you havent been a great person
or a good one even.
yet you still question as to why i dont love you
or like you,
maybe you have an idea of how much i hate you.
maybe not
i dont really care about your feelings.
at all.
not now.
i put up with this for fucking 14 years.
my entire fucking life.
ive put up with your shit.
but now?
now im done.
you have no idea how badly you fucked up.
when he said that âim sorry im a fuck upâÂ
yknow.
he mightve not been right for what he did.
but,
it was just a mistake.
it was a goddamn mistake.
you have any idea how many times ive uttered those words too?
how many times ive repeated them?
how many times i fucking meant it?
just because you âhad it badâ doesnt mean shit to me.
you have no goddamn right to treat others the same way.
dont give me that âi dont know how else to act!â
bullshit.
bullshit you dont.
you treated your damn boyfriend just fine!
you had a goddamn kid
you had two goddamn children.
with this man that you fucking DESPISE.
you knew it back then too.
you told me you did.
you fucking told me.
almost nothing can compare to the anger i feel to you right now.
nothing.
you have no right to act like that.
no.
you have no goddamn right to hit another fucking living being.
for such a simple mistake.
i dont care if he talked about it since friday.
i dont give a fuck if he talked about it for months.
you.
you as a goddamn human.
have no right.
none.
in the slighest.
to hit another living being.
for talking about something in your eyes âtoo muchâ
or making a mistake.
youre a hypocrite.
need i remind you?
you said that after you broke up with the man you were having an affair with.
that youd be a better person.
stop the fights.
stop the beatings.
stop all of it.
and everything would be okay!
.
i didnât believe you for a goddamn millisecond.
youre a liar.
just how you said i was.
you didnt quit.
you didnt stop.
hell two months after you hit him again!
you threatened to kill him and yourself!
cmon.
dont you get it yet?
i fucking despise you.
maybe to a degree i feel shocked.
but.
i really dont think thats it.
youre the root of my problems.
every single last fucking one.
ââââââ
need i remind you as how i had to learn to cook, because you were too busy with your damn boyfriend to help me?
.
need i remind you how when i tried to show you that i was fucking cutting myself when i was 9 you only talked about how it looked ugly?
.
need i remind you about how many times you said that you didnt care if i hurt myself as long as no one can see it?
.
need i remind you about how you ignored the rope burn on my neck god knows how many times?
.
need i remind you how you denied fucking multiple peoples sexual assault because âit couldntve been like thatâ?
.
need i remind you of how many times i almost had to be hospitalized because of your neglect?
.
need i remind you of how many nights i spent alone, in the cold, in the dead of winter, just because you wanted to fuck your boyfriend?
.
need i remind you of what you yelled at me so many times?
.
need i remind you of what i seen?
.
need i remind you of how many times you blamed your abusive behaviors on medication?
.
need i fucking remind you of my entire purpose?
.
i dont care about your feelings anymore.
i gave up years ago.
but now.
i dont feel just numb for you.
i hate you.
in every sense of the word.
.
i dont care of what you or anyone else thinks of me.
.
i dont care about what you think of my appearance.
.
i dont care if you think im too thin or fat or whatever word youll use next.
.
i dont care about what you think because youâll hate me no matter what.
.
you thought id stop being xxxx when you broke up with him.
you yelled at me.
no.
you fucking screamed at me for weeks.
im tired of even putting in the slighest effort of acting as if i fucking care.
i dont give a fuck about you.
and yknow?
if.
no.
if it would work.
if it was possible.
id fucking kill you.
id stab you.
right here.
right now.
to end my suffering.
to end his suffering.
all of it.
id end it all.
i dont care if its wrong.
because i know no one else knows about whats going on.
yknow.
only one person around here knows what youve done to him and me.
and i havent even met her in person.
yknow.
the people i used to be close with from school.
only just learned you had an affair.
i know that.
the police are do-less.
since you know them.
and hes a man.
not a woman.
it wouldnt be taken seriously.
that he should just fight back.
yknow.
youve ruined what life he has left.
his parents beat him.
his ex wife beat him, and cheated on him.
and here.
youve done the exact same thing.
yknow.
heâll never get to see how love truely is.
because of you.
because of what youve done.
i cant say i really like him either.
but.
that doesnt give you the right to ruin his life.
.
yknow whats worse?
how i know the only reason that so far youve never dared to lay a finger on me.
is because ive proved that i wonât hesitate to beat the fuck out of you right back.
i know i joke about that night.
but.
really.
hitting you for doing that was the best decision i couldve made.
its kept me safer than i wouldve been for years.Â
and even now.
if you were to as so much to touch me.
while in a fight.
id do it all over again.
you maybe 100 pounds heavier than me.
but you dont know how to fight against someone who wont just sit there and take it.
i wont forgive you for what youve done.
even if he will.
.
i want nothing to do with you.
get out of my life for good.
#j writes badly#woohoo i just love living in a very fucked up house its soo great /sarcasm#ughnf whats worse is that if it werent for my parents rn my life would be quiet literally perfect.#holy shit the being pissed at my mother instead of destroying my arm thing is actually working irl holy shit#(actually shoked abt that tbh)#unironically i wanna make a less oily fuck rn. like so badly. bc my parents went to the store and got eggs so i can#oh yea for the new gen folk that dont know all of the j lore (this has been bothering me bc its coming up on the anniversary)#i know how to break someones fingers and make it look like an accident!#turns out theres a specific way thats more common in abuse versus accidents!#dont ask why i know this đ (or do- it reallt doesnt bother me) (also not that i would- /gen)#this is basically me catching everyone up through j lore im not even kidding tbh#and yes. i have hit my mother before bc she wouldnt stop âplayingâ as i had hot ramen in my hands!#(look. it wasnt the best move at the time but uh. really saved me in the long run unironically!)#THERES FUCKING GEESE FLYING OVER MY HOUSE RN HOLY SHIT#sorry. uh. i cant help it tho. i heard them and it was cute#oh yea even MORE j lore; i have a mildly unhealthy obsession with âbeing strongerâ because im consitently (and rightfully)#paranoid that my mother is gonna try and hit me!#when the whole 2020 chrismas thing (when i hit her) happened i had just got done wih archery so i was still pretty strong#but then eating disorder happened and i quit archery. muscle atrophy etc etc#so like. its a big ass thing i think abt every day now!#yea theres a real reason why i consider my friends as âsafeâ đ#heheheheeeeee when no where else is safe thats just life ig!#oh god i need to brush my teeth fuck.#hhvtbd but my mother is awake :(#HHGBHGBSNS i need to start doing that at an ealier time bc it keeps getting in the way of things#again. how the fuck does smth so simple as brushing my teeth make so much feel better đđ its weird#sighh well! time to go back to trying to find drawing inspo!#(i unironically cannot use my own trauma as a drawing point bc it makes me actually suicidal. thats why i write it! /srs)#CHOKEKSSSJ ok ill hush now!
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debating with myself whether to put my liveblogs here or start reusing my old rambling blog as to not clutter main
but jsyk if i do wind up liveblogging here, my live blog tag for each game will always go "avil plays [game acronym here]" if you ever need to block it đđŒ
same tag is used also for when i'm rambling about said game without playing
#the only reason why im saying this is /usually/ i'd just stick my liveblogs over to the selfship blog but i decided to move that blog#elsewhere/different main#so !#that means im limited to where i throw up my thoughts#but i still like writing them somewhere while im going through them so hrmmmm hrm#also this was said because i have a thought locked and loaded and i was like 'wait....where the hell do i put this now đ§đŒââïž"#will brb though bc i wanna finish this stage in honkai o7#avil speaks#OH YEAH i wanna change my theme#i dont know to WHAT but i want to change it#i literally changed my second main to kallen dont make me do it twice đ#This Close to doing so though i love her and miss her#also yes that means unfortunately against everyones will. i may get chattier on main#which sucks bc i dont like being perceived. however.
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congratulations for 1k, you really deserve It !!
for your event: can i ask for a carlos sainz fic based on "break my heart, and I swear i'm moving on with your favorite athlete" by sabrina carpenter in good graces
thanks xx and ily
ౚৠYOUR FAVORITE ATHLETE ! â§âË.
ౚৠ1K EVENT â short n' sweet series (not posted yet) ౚà§
pairing â carlos alcaraz x reader / carlos sainz x reader
summary â break my heart and i swear im moving on with your favorite athlete! angst & sweet revenge (again lol)
warnings / disclaimer â none, just my not so perfect Spanish (please correct me)! hope you liked this <3 thank you lots for your support and sorry for my absence - school is really time consuming at the moment :( i'll be updating more frequently again soon â masterlist (not updated sry) / prev. work
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12th of January - TWITTER
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4th of February - @.yourusername â just posted on INSTA !
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user1 omg why did she unfollow carlos?
user2 @.user1 she follows carlos wdym
user3 @.user2 no they mean carlos alcaraz the tennis player, y/nâs boyfriend (if theyâre still together). I suppose youâre an f1 fan?
user2 @.user3 yes haha sorry i didnât know that, and I donât watch tennis so thatâs why i was confused
alexandrasaintmleux â my only loveđ„č never ever leave me again!!
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user4 oh theyâre so HOT
user5 @.user4 CARLOS FUMBLED IF WHAT IâM THINKING IS TRUE
user6 ONE CHANCE Y/N JUST ONE
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yourusername â@.landonorris only saying that cause i keep beating you at tennis
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5th of February - TWITTER
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user9 @.landonorris LANDO SPILL
user10 guys alcaraz likedđ§
user11 @.user10 HES JELLYYYYYY
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user12 THE LAST PIC
user13 @.user12 MYSTERY GUY SPENT THE NIGHT
user14 @.user13 THATS CARLOS SAINZ
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user21 TENNIS WAG TURNED F1 WAG AND IVE NEVER BEEN HERER FOR IT
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A Couple Weeks Later - TEXTS
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carlossainz55 won the race and got the girlđ great work from the team (and me)
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hope you liked it <3 guys please correct my spanish PLEASEEEEE (the question marks are weird like that on purpose because iâm a lazy bitch)
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so american ; CL16
pairing(s) ; charles leclerc x american!reader
summary ; in which a trip to monaco turns permenant because of one ferrari racing driver
warnings ; fast paced relationship, smau, google translated french (pls correct anything thatâs wrong) & FLUFFF
note ; lol sorry i lowkey disappeared. anyways. hereâs charles and leo (aka everyoneâs fav duo)
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youruser leo & i might never leave đ„°đČđš
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friend1 monaco is so so beautiful
yourbff you canât leave me here alone in the us
youruser butâŠ
charles_leclerc im stealing her
yourbff youâve know her for 3 weeks
charles_leclerc whats your point ??
friend2 the states miss you come home
friend3 leo has a new lap to sit in????
yourbff i feel cheated on
charles_leclerc iâll make sure you donât leave âșïžâ€ïž
youruser having the best time of my life with youđ«¶
yourbff saying youâre not gonna let her leave is kinda creepy not gonna lieâŠ
charles_leclerc youâre just jealous coz she doesnât wanna go back to the us and wants to stay with me
friend4 you look so happyđ
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cl16updating recent pictures of charles with a puppy, fans who asked him about the dog say his name is leo and he is not charles dog but he is staying with him for a while!! we are also unsure who the girl in his car in the last picture is, if anyone has any idea please share her instagram @ with us!!!!!!!!
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fan1 omg heâs not his dog??? iâm devastated now i wanted leo paddock appearances
fan2 idk maybe if you guys find her instagram @ donât share it,, if charles wanted us to know about her heâd share with us
fan3 if she doesnât want us to know about her maybe she shouldnât hang out with the prince of monaco
fan4 she should be able to hang with whoever she wants. some of yâall are so weird
fan5 imma steal that dog
fan6 that means we probs wonât get leo in the paddockđ
fan7 maybe leo is the girlsâ dog and sheâs a friend of charles visiting him or something idk
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translation 1: âiâll miss you so muchâ
translation 2: âwe can be crazy together, my loveâ
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charles_leclerc added to his close friends story!
charles_leclerc replied to your story
âł you always do baby
âł god youâre so cheesy
âł i hate you
âł can we go back home i miss leo
âł charlie babe leo will be fine by himself for 3 hours
âł i know i know
âł i just love him so much
you replied to charles_leclercâs story
âł CHARLIE DELETE
âł THE DOGS ARE OUTđđđ
âł LEO GOT OUT??????????????? WHERE IS HE ??? IS HE SAFE??? DID SOMEONE FIND HIM??:??;??/??
âł omg baby no leoâs fine iâm sorry for worrying you
âł why would you joke about that
âł i think i nearly had a heart attack
âł youâre more obsessed with leo than me
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f1wagupdates charles and his girlfriend (leoâs mum â we donât know her name) this saturday. the owner of the first pic said that they were out for dinner with pascale, arthur, lorenzo, and their girlfriends.
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user1 she so beautiful oh my god
user2 whereâs leo
user3 girl she doesnât have to take him everywhere
user4 i think her name is y/n⊠my cousin in america said that she looks like someone she used to go to school with
user5 i looked through charlesâ following and he follows a private account with that name @youruser
user6 ooo that could be her fs
user7 did she really leave leo alone.. sheâs a bad owner wtf
user8 leo is a dog heâll be ok by himself for a few hours omg you just want a reason to hate her go touch grass
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charles_leclerc happy gorgeous amazing month âșïžâ€ïž
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user1 CHARLES who is THAT
user2 Y/N CONTENT ON THE MAIN âŒïžâŒïžâŒïž
carlossainz55 whipped
user3 omg is she playing his piano
user4 yes with her feet
youruser love love love you
charles_leclerc chĂ©rieđđ
user4 anyone else think theyâre moving REALLY quicklyâŠ. like i heard theyâre living together already
user5 who CAREEESSSSS
user6 itâs none of our business
yourbff youâre all she talks about oh my GOD
charles_leclerc are you jealous
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youruser âtoo much, too soonâ iâm living with him lol
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yourbff remember when we had conversations that werenât about him
youruser wdym
yourbff i hate him
yourbff youâre OBSESSED with him
yourbff you guys are DISGUSTING
youruser you sound jealous
yourbff i AM. that little french driving man STOLE my best friend
charles_leclerc FRENCH????????
friend1 miss you đ«¶đ«¶
joris__trouche â€ïž
friend2 come visit soon we miss youuuu
friend3 youâre so so so gorgeous
charles_leclerc MON AMOURRR
charles_leclerc YOURE SO BEAUTIFUL I WANNA KISS YOUR FACE
yourbff can you get me a ticket to the miami gp so i can see my wife pls
charles_leclerc no youâre gonna try steal her back
yourbff @youruser ur boyfriend is being mean to me
youruser charlie i lost my miami paddock pass can you get me another one pls but like could you put it under the name y/bff/n y/bff/ln please, for no reasonâșïž
charles_leclerc okay babyđđ
youruser stop it i love you so so much youâre so adorableđ
leclerc_pascale Leo â€ïž
youruser he misses you đ„°
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pls i love your work đ can you write an abby x reader where reader is on her period and sheâs been irritated at everything and gets an attitude with abby and she puts reader in her place, like soft dom abby because she doesnât wanna hurt you bc youâre extra sensitive on your period but sheâs not gonna let you talk to her like that
bloody heaven
abby anderson x fem! reader
cw; +18 content! minors dni!, period sex!!, soft dom! abby x sub! reader, oral (r receiving) (IF YOU DONâT FW IT DONâT READ!!), fingering (r receiving), punishment, spanking, begging, slight teasing, praising, praise kink, abby being a perfect girlfriend, cum eatingâŠ
âkeep counting baby.â
âfiveâŠâ you whimper.
your ass was reddish below her hand, aching and on fire. a fire that warmed your bones and made you shiver, a fire that made you soak your thighs, made you impossibly wetter by how sensitive your period made you.
âyouâre doing well baby. doing so well for meâŠâ she caressed your abused skin, soothing it before another slap made your ass giggle and a moan fall from your lips.
your eyes were swelled with tears, your bottom lip swollen by your constant biting.
âsixâŠâ her touch trailed from your ass down in between your soaked thighs and onto your exposed core. you were on your middle of your period, your blood staining her fingertips. but your amazing and gorgeous girlfriend didnât care about the mess. it was something natural. and just a little bit of blood didnât make you less beautiful, or desirable.
âso wet for me already⊠this what you needed, baby? needed my attention? that why you got an attitude with me?â you nodded, making her coo. âbut you know thatâs not how we ask for things, do you princess.â
âiâm sorryâŠâ you sobbed.
âi know baby, i knowâŠâ she muttered, circling your throbbing and sensitive puffy clit, making you whimper and shake on her lap. âbut good girls like you know that punishments are important too, hm?â you nodded once again. âwords, baby. use your pretty voice for me, come on.â
âyes. yes.â you moaned, thrashing and whining when she removed her touch from your soaked cunt.
âjust four more, okay? just four more for me, baby.â she went back to your ass, giving you a little caress before her hand was raising and giving you a harsh slap. you let out a small whine, your nails digging on the sheets. ânow, keep counting for me.â she softly said.
âseven.â another slap. âeightâŠâ you whimpered out in a sob.
âtwo more baby. two more and iâll take good care of this pretty pussy of yours, hm?â she promised. and you sighed, your ass rising against your touch. her eyebrows rose. âdonât tell me youâre enjoying this, angel.â your cheeks blushed, and she chuckled. âis this making my pretty girl wet, hm?â you nodded.
âpleaseâŠâ you begged, and she cursed.
âfuck it.â you squealed when abby suddenly and easily manhandled you so youâd be resting on your fours, your chest against the sheets as your ass stood up in the air, your soaked and throbbing pussy showing for her hungry eyes.
âabby!â you screamed her name when her mouth found you, her strong and warm hands spreading your ass checks as her tongue made a fat long strip from your clit to your hole, humming, never minding the metallic taste of your blood. you were not bleeding much, but it was still enough to make a mess of her lips and chin. âabby donât!! iâm-!â
âyouâre what?â she asked, licking at your clit and making you shudder. âyou think a little bit of blood is gonna keep me away from this pussy? no fucking way.â your eyes rolled back when she sucked on that little bundle of nerves, making you whimper as you held on tight to the sheets, moaning when her palm came down onto your ass, making your hips thrust back against her touch and mouth. âso needyâŠâ she groaned, kissing at your folds, licking up and down, moving her face side to side⊠she was devouring you, driving you insane.
âabbyâŠâ you whimpered her name as one of her fingers plunged inside of you, the squelching of your warm walls taking it making you flush.
her hungry eyes took in the way your gaping hole swallowed her in. âthaaatâs it. taking it so good for me, baby. such a good girl for me.â your back arched as another smack came down onto your ass, her mouth back at your clit as she started to thrust in and out of you, her finger stained in your pre cum and blood.
you whimpered, fucking yourself against it, gasping in pleasure when she pushed a second in. âiâm- iâm not gonna last. feels âs goodâŠâ you slurred, babbling, completely lost in your pleasure as abby fucked you dumb on her fingers and tongue.
âso sensitiveâŠâ she hummed. âbet it feels so good to get fucked like this, doesnât it?â she thrusted harder, deeper, making you scream. âwant you to cum for me, pretty girl. want you to make a mess out of my face.â she muttered against your pussy, flicking your clit with her tongue.
âyes, yes⊠im going to, im cumming! fuckfuckfuck!!â you cried out, feeling the band on your lower stomach snap, your orgasm hitting you so hard your whole world went quiet for a second. abby moaned against you when the tangy and creamy cum hit her tongue and filled her mouth, slurping up every last drop that dripped from your hole down your folds as she shallowly fucked you through it, overstimulating you to the point in which you had to push on her head so she would get away from your cunt.
you hissed at the feeling of her fingers pulling out and the last lick she made up your folds, slurping all your juices with a pleased hum. you kept your back arched, completely boneless as you tried to pace your breath. abby smiled, taking you in and slowly pulling you into her arms, staring at your dazed and pleased expression. âfeeling better?â she asked, and you nodded, before you took in the sticky and bloody mess youâd made out of her cheeks, chin and mouth.
âabby⊠look at you.â you pouted, your hands cracking her pretty bloody face. the red only made her blue beautiful eyes shine more. she hummed, leaving a soft peck on your lips to take away that pout.
âanything for my baby.â
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a/n; ty for your support angel <3
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ê° đđđđđźđ«đąđ§đ ê± soft dom!scaramouche x fem!reader
ê° đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ ê± nsfw themes. mind break (sorta). overstimulation. fingering. cum eating. praise. "sweet girl" n "good girl". dacryphilia if you squint. cumming n squirting (mentioned). multiple orgasms. clit stimulation. no actual penetration (maybe if i do pt 2).
ê° đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ ê± "you don't need to think, you just need to feel." ââĄ
đđđđâ hi yes i couldn't think of a title and yes this is what i'm suddenly coming back with because i suck at angst... i had the plot n everything but eh whatever đ i randomly got this brick of motivation dropped on my head so yeah have this for now and i'll be leaving for another month (jk) so this wasn't proofread... again. nevertheless, hope you all enjoy đ€
it's been 3 hours...
"let go once more, sweet girl." the way scaramouche whispers to you causes the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. his fingers continuing to work their magic on your soaked pussy, rubbing on your clit as he drives you closer to another orgasm.
he's sitting right beside you on the bed as you laid there, obediently taking the pleasure he offersâevery single bit of it. "cum for me," your legs shaking even more than before as the euphoric feeling envelopes you for the nth time already. "good girl." his free hand strokes your head gently.
you can vividly see that he's hard; you reach a hand out to touch him. before your mere fingertip could even get to his clothes, he had already grabbed onto your wrist, "i told you no touching." the sharp tone of his words cause you to retreat your hand back to simply hold onto the bedsheets beneath you.
"why can't i touch you?" your voice was slightly breathy as you asked. it's a risky question, honestly. he lets out a gentle sigh as he feels up your body again. a light squeeze to your breast once he thought about his answer.
"i don't need you to do anything to me, my sweet girl." he starts, "seeing you break for me is more than enough. to see you cry, beg, and cum is like eye candy that's all for me to devour." his thumb grazes your tear stained cheek, "so delicate, aren't you?"
at this point, your brain was already mush from the hours of continuous, endless pleasure. "scara..." the sweet whisper of your voice calling out to him, it's his favorite, "...can't think straight." he shows a soft smile as his hand is moving on its own, rubbing your cunt and spreading the sticky mess everywhere. the sheets underneath practically drenched from your arousal and the few times you squirted earlier.
"i don't need you to think," scaramouche's fingers slip back inside you, a moan coming from your lips in response, "all i need is for you to feel." your head is spinning as you feel yourself succumbing to the gentle pleasure of his sweet loving. "feels so good, yeah?" you nod as you let out yet another symphony of moans and whimpers all for him.
"do you wanna feel me? you want my cock inside you, hm?" your orgasm soon comes again as you coat his fingers with your cum, "yes, please." the way you begged him in such a desperate voice easily sent his mind in a spiral.
"you've been a good girl all this time." he pulls his fingers out of your cunt and gives it a short taste, licking his fingers clean before slowly moving to position himself between your legs. "give me your hand." scaramouche then leads your hand down to the obvious bulge in his pants, "feel that? i'm so hard for you, my sweet girl." your face flushes red as he finally pulls the waistband down.
finally...
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Hii, I saw you were taking requests and was wondering if you could maybe write like slow burn smut for Logan in X-men days of futures past? I was thinking a mutant! reader in their early-mid twenties who are inexperienced and very shy/quiet. They also have powers similar to Jean grey. One night Logan and the reader are left alone in the mansion and during an innocent game of drunk 21 questions, the reader accidentally gets a glimpse of what's on Logan's mind đ
Sorry if that's too detailed, I had a dream like this recently and I can't stop thinking of it đ it's okay if you don't wanna :) tysm đ
a/n: Hi! So I hope it's okay but I didn't make this a full on smut fic. I can do a part two if you really want but I ended up making this a little different. It's a little angstier and there's spice at the end but no full on smut. I hope it's enough!
warnings: fem!reader, spicy makeout, teasing, flirting, fluff, angst.
You couldn't stop staring. Just who the hell was this man? When you had opened the door you were met with the handsome stranger. Tight denim pants and that brown leather jacket. You couldn't even answer his question. Too busy staring him down. He smirked and took off his sunglasses, leaning against the door until your faces were inches apart.
"Like what you see sweetheart?" You could barely stutter out a response before Hank and pushed you to the side and took over. Telling you to go back to the lab. With a roll of your eyes you went away.
See you had been at the mansion for years now. It was your only hope and even with it being pretty much abandoned Charles and Hank let you stay. You honed your powers while helping out around the place. It wasn't until dinner time that you finally learned what the hell was going on. The mans name was Logan and he was here to save the world from a future where mutants are being hunted into extinction.
At first you laughed, thought he was full of shit but then you peered into his mind. Only for a moment and saw it. You weren't laughing after that. So now he's sitting in your kitchen drinking beer. You were watching him from the door. Was it creepy? Yes but you couldn't stop yourself.
"You can come out now sweets, I'm not gonna bite." He looks over at you and you hide behind the door. Embarrassment creeping over you as you shyly peek your head out. He was looking at you completely unamused.
"Sorry, I got curious." He smirks and pats the seat next to him. Quietly you join him. Tapping the counter as he sits there silently. He offers you a sip of his beer and you take it.
"Blech." You scrunch your nose up. You never liked beer so you don't know why you thought this time would be different. Logan laughs and takes another sip.
"So, what were you curious about?" You stare at the counter as answer him. You can't look at him, he's too intimidating.
"Everything. Did you really come here from the future?"
"You saw in my head didn't you?" Your eyes widen in surprise. You had no clue he knew about that. Normally people can't tell and you do try to stay out of peoples minds but you couldn't resist.
"I'm so sorry I-" You're cut off by Logan's chuckle.
"You say sorry too much sweets."
"Sorry." He raises an eyebrow and smiles fondly.
The way he looks at you is strange. He doesn't seem like the friendly type and you had just met him so why is he being so nice to you.
"Am I alive in your future?" Logan's face falls, just for a moment. He covers it back up with that handsome smirk but you saw it.
"Tell you what, you get me another beer and I'll answer any questions you have." He sets down the empty bottle and waits. You open the fridge with your powers and summon a bottle of beer. He goes to reach it but you pull back.
"Ah, you answer my question first." He rolls his eyes and makes another grab for it but you move it out of both your reaches.
"As stubborn as always." He shakes his head.
"You're alive." He keeps it short. Not wanting to explain that the last time he saw you he held on so tight he almost ripped your suit. Knowing you were going into battle to protect him, to make sure he could finish the mission. You slowly bring the bottle back and hand it to him.
"So what happened? Why did they send you back? How do you know me? What's your mutation?"
"Okay okay one at a time Jesus." He answers your first question without words. Popping out metal claws from hands to take off the bottle cap.
"Woah." You reach out to touch them but he sheathes them back in before you can.
"Sentinels. They were created by Trask and they can morph to defend themselves against any mutation. I'm here to prevent the events leading up to everything."
"Couldn't this really mess up the future though? Like what if things get worse?" You ask, trying to wrap your head around the idea of time travel. It's not like it's impossible, I mean you literally control things with your mind but it's certainly a confusing concept to grasp.
"It might. But it's the only shot we had." You badly want to see what's going on in his mind. What kind of future he comes from and just how bad it really is.
"You're not asking any questions."
"Why would I?" He snorts and you catch him sneak a glance at you.
"Are we friends? Because you look at me like you know me already." Logan stays quiet. He refuses to look at you as he downs the rest of his beer. There's so much he could say but maybe he should stay quiet.
"You could say that."
"I'm sorry." You reach out for his hand. He flinches away at first but he grabs your hand when you try to pull away. He missed your touch. He missed the life he had before the sentinels. He missed you.
"For what sweetheart?" "Just, it seems like there's always so much pressure on you." He shrugs.
You haven't changed one bit. Always a big heart and a kind smile. He squeezes your hand gently. His hands are rough and they're so strong. You can't help but stare at the veins in his hands that run up to his arms. He lets go of your hand and you frown slightly.
"Logan? What happens if you fail?" You ask hesitantly, not really sure you want the answer.
"Then we're all dead." An uncomfortable silence settles over the room. You don't even know what he has to do but you know the weight on his shoulders must be enormous.
"Look you shouldn't worry about this. Trust me when I say I'm going to do everything I can." Everything he can to save you. Save the world too but in his mind you're his number one priority. He stands up and sadly you realize it's gotten late.
"Show me to my room?" He holds out his hand and you take it. You know for a fact that Hank already told him where he was staying but who are you to say no to more time with Logan.
"You tired?" He asks as you arrive at his room. You shake your head and he holds the door open.
"Want to stay?" He sees the way your eyes widen and he chuckles.
"Not like that, unless you want to." The truth is he wants more time with you.
Selfish as it may be he needs you. Just to be around you, even if you don't really know him yet. Your presence always calmed him. You nervously sit on the edge of his bed, playing with the blankets as he sheds his jacket. He's dressed in a white tank top and pants. He sighs as he lays down in bed, back against the headboard as he lights a cigar. You don't even know where he got that from. After a few moments of silence you decide to ask the forbidden question.
"Can I see what it's like?" You know that you shouldn't. That looking into his mind could be a huge mistake but you need to know.
"It's not pretty in here sweetheart. You might find something you aren't ready to see." His breath hitches as you start to move up the bed. Crawling until you're kneeling right next to him. You place your fingers on his temples.
"Logan," You whisper, asking him for approval. He nods and you close your eyes.
You're met with chaos. It's like his brain is constantly at war. Horrible memories of the future. Destruction, death. His friends are dying, the world is falling apart. Then there's you. You look older and an overwhelming feeling of desperation washes over you. You see yourself from Logan's point of view. He's begging you not to go. To stay safe and be with him but you don't stay. You have to give him the best chance. You disappear into the fog and Logan watches.
"Sweetheart," You hear his voice coming from the real world but you can't pull away. Going deeper and deeper into his mind. All the violence, all the loss this poor man has been through. So much anger.
"That's enough!" Logan grabs your wrists and tries to pull you off him but not even his super strength is enough to match your powers when you're like this.
He can see you start to panic. You haven't learned to control your powers as much yet and he can't stop you. So he takes a deep breath and starts thinking of one thing. You. Slowly the violent memories turn into something else. His brain starts to quiet and so does yours.
Years of your life together with Logan. Every kiss, every flirty glance. The quiet moments. It's like you're watching him fall in love with you. You start to calm down but then his thoughts take another turn. It's still you and him but the scenes are more...intimate.
His hands on your body, caressing, kissing. Loud moans and images that would make a grown man blush. It's dirty. It's hot. Just how much sex can two people have. He has you pinned to the bed, to the wall, over the table. In the shower, in the car, outside. Your hips start to move subconsciously against the sheets. Logan finally gets your hands free. Your breathing heavily, eyes blown wide as you stare at the man before you.
"We're together."
"Yes."
"You love me."
"Yes I do, sweetheart."
"Oh my god you've seen me naked." You gasp as you cover yourself with your hands. Logan laughs as he gently takes your hands away.
"If it helps you'll see me naked too. A lot." Your eyes glance down to his crotch briefly. From what you saw. It's big.
"This is really weird." You mumble as you sink down into the bed.
A concerned look washes over his face. He loves teasing you but never to the point of making you uncomfortable. He grabs your chin and tilts your head up.
"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you sweetheart. If you want to go you're free to go." He loves you with all his heart and he knows that he's entered your life earlier than expected. So he's okay if you're not ready to know him yet. Because eventually you'll find each other again.
"It's not that. I promise. It's just. A lot." You explain. You watch the man in front of you. You saw your future together and you want it now. As selfish as that sounds you want it now.
"Can I kiss you?" You ask shyly. This man has seen you naked and taken you in every room in the mansion and yet you still nervous to ask for a kiss.
"Course you can." You cup his face, the scratchy feeling of his beard making you laugh.
Slowly you kiss him. He already knows just how you like it. Nipping your bottom lip to get access to your tongue. He slowly lays you down into the bed. Crawling over you as he deepens the kiss. You taste just as sweet as you always do.
"Logan," You moan as he places his knee in between your legs. Your hands slip under his white tank top. Groaning as you feel his chiseled abs. Fuck he's just perfect isn't he.
"Take it off." You beg as you tug his shirt. He smirks as he sits back on his knees and rips his shirt apart.
"A little dramatic don't you think." You say as he throws the scraps to the side.
"You like it." He growls. His hands coming to lift your shirt above your head.
"I can smell it on you babe. I can hear her calling my name." He bites your neck roughly as he grinds his hips against yours.
"Want me to show you a sneak peak of the future sweetheart?" He purrs as he toys with the hem of your pants. You run your hands over his bare chest. It's insane how hot he is. His eyes swirl with lust and love. A gentle care in the way he promises to ravage you. You look up at him, hands gripping onto his strong arms.
"Show me. Show me everything."
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ommmmg can u write something with nicolas being a new dad x reader wife đđđ maybe them visiting his family during a short trip and him being sooooooo daddyyyy đđ after seeing him in those GH pic with this baby âŠ. đ„”đźâđš i just need a dad imagines with him since there isnât any
âJunoâ
ââ⥠summary: Youâre married to Nicholas Chavez and you bring your newborn baby to meet his grandparents.
ââ⥠warnings: pregnancy, postpartum depression, fluff, allusions to sex but no smut, Daddy!Nicholas Chavez, Y/N used a few times, 1st person POV. as always iâm always learning so correct me if i missed something!!
ââ⥠an: based on this ask & shoutout to that person because this was super sweet to write. thereâs no public info on his parents and i felt weird looking for it so hereâs some Chavez grandparents content. since this may be your introduction to me, i do write in first person, just inserting Y/N. 2nd and 3rd person are absolutely insufferable to me and make me wanna die. with that being said, iâm glad thereâs no shortage of those fics on this website. my masterlist is the pinned post on my profile and i hope you all enjoy this imagine! â
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The journey to Nicholasâ grandparentsâ house is filled with quiet anticipation. We havenât visited in a while, not since Colette was born. I canât help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of introducing Colette to her great-grandparents, Nick SR and Betty. Nicholas always speaks of them with such affection, often recounting tales from his childhood spent at their cozy home. They were instrumental in raising him, and their influence is deeply ingrained in who heâs become. Now, Iâm eager to see how theyâll respond to our little family, especially to me as a new mother.
The sun is high in the sky as we pull into the gravel driveway, which crunches under the tires. The house is a charming, white colonial-style home with flower boxes beneath the windows, bursting with vibrant blooms. It looks like something out of a postcardâquaint and welcoming. Nicholas squeezes my hand as he turns off the car.
âYou ready for this?â he asks, his brown eyes twinkling with excitement.
I smile, though my heart races. âAs ready as Iâll ever be,â I respond unwilling to let his hand go for the last time.
I eventually gain enough strength to go a second without touching him. We both step out of the car, and I unbuckle Colette from her car seat, carefully lifting her into my arms. Sheâs dressed in a soft, pastel onesie with tiny flowers embroidered on the front. Her big espresso colored eyes, so much like Nicholasâ, blink up at me as she squirms a little in my hold. I kiss her soft forehead, breathing in that sweet baby scent that always seems to calm my nerves.
Before we even reach the front door, it flies open, and Betty appears on the porch. Her face lights up in a radiant smile as she hurries down the steps toward us. Sheâs a small woman, but she moves with surprising speed and agility, her silver hair tied back in a loose bun.
âThere she is! Oh, itâs about time!â Betty exclaims, ignoring Nicholas entirely as she comes straight for me and Colette. Her arms are wide open, and she pulls me into a hug, careful not to crush the baby between us. âYou, my darling, look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you. And this precious girlâŠâ Her voice trails off as she gazes at Colette with shining eyes. âOh, sheâs just perfect.â
I laugh softly, returning her hug. âIâve missed you, Mrs. Betty and thank you.â
Betty steps back, her hands still on my arms, her attention fully on Colette. âNo, thank you! You brought another little angel into our family,â she says, her voice thick with emotion. âYouâve made me the happiest great-grandmother.â
Nicholas, standing off to the side, grins as he watches the scene unfold. âHey, Grandma,â he chimes in, clearly amused. âGood to see you too.â
Betty waves a hand in his direction without even glancing his way. âYes, yes, Nicholas. Weâll get to you in a minute.â Her eyes shimmer as she reaches out to gently stroke Coletteâs chubby cheek. âSheâs absolutely precious,â she coos. âShe looks just like Nicholas did when he was a baby.â
Just then, Nicholasâ grandfather steps out onto the porch, his tall frame casting a shadow as he approaches us. His blue eyes light up when he sees me holding Colette. âWell, if it isnât our favorite girl,â he says with a warm grin, pulling me into a quick hug before peering down at Colette. âAnd look at thisâanother beauty in the family. Youâve done well,â he adds, giving Nicholas a nod of approval before clapping him on the shoulder.
âWell she is 50% of me soâŠâ Nicholasâs twinge of jealousy for his favorite girls peeks out.
âOh, hush, Nicholas,â Betty replies, waving a hand at him dismissively before turning to me again. âCome on, dear, letâs get you inside. You must be exhausted after the drive. And you must let me hold this precious girl as soon as youâre settled.â
Inside the house, the smell of freshly baked bread wafts through the air, mingling with the scent of herbs and flowers. The living room is cozy and welcoming, filled with family photos and knick-knacks that speak of years of love and memories. There are pictures of Nick as a little boy, his brother, and even one of us on our wedding day.
Betty leads us to the couch, offering to take Colette for a little while so I can rest. âSheâs such a calm baby,â Betty remarks as she cradles Colette in her arms. âI remember Nicholas being a little firecracker at this ageâalways kicking and fussing. But you, my dear, are an angel, arenât you?â she coos, her voice full of love as Colette blinks up at her.
Nick Sr. settles into an armchair nearby, watching with a contented smile. âBettyâs right,â he says, his voice warm. âNick was a handful. Always running around and getting into trouble. I donât know how we managed to keep up with him.â
Nicholas chuckles, settling beside me on the couch and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. âYeah, Iâve heard those stories a few times.â
âI bet you have,â Betty says, her eyes twinkling. âBut look at you nowâsuch a wonderful father and husband. Weâre so proud of you.â
My heart swells at their words, and I feel a wave of gratitude wash over me. Itâs clear how much they love Nicholas and how deeply they cherish their family. Their affection extends to me as well, making me feel welcomed in a way that eases the nervousness I had felt earlier.
Betty carefully passes Colette back to me, and I canât help but notice how her eyes linger on usâon the way I hold my daughter, the way Colette nuzzles into me. After a moment, she glances at Nick Sr., sharing a look that seems to speak volumes.
âOh, I almost forgot!â Betty says suddenly, rising from her seat with a bright smile. âWe have something to show you.â
She disappears into another room, returning moments later with a large, leather-bound photo album. She hands it to Nicholas with a wide grin. âThese are pictures of you when you were about Coletteâs age. I thought itâd be fun to compare.â
Nicholas takes the album and begins flipping through the pages, his eyes lighting up as he sees the photos. âOh wow,â he says, pointing to a picture of himself as a baby, bundled in a blanket. âLook at that, she really does look like me.â
I lean over to see the photo, and sure enough, the resemblance is striking. Colette has inherited her fatherâs dark hair and expressive eyes, and thereâs something about the way she smiles thatâs undeniably Nicholas Chavez.
Betty beams. âSheâs got that same spark in her eyes that you had. And those cheeks! I could pinch them all day.â
I canât help but smile as Nicholas flips through more photosâNicholas as a toddler, covered in mud from head to toe; Nicholas on his first day of school, looking serious and determined; Nicholas holding a toy sword, pretending to be a knight. Itâs clear that his grandparents were there for all of it, capturing every moment with care.
âLook at this one,â Nicholas says, laughing as he holds up a picture of himself as a toddler, sitting in a high chair with spaghetti sauce smeared all over his face.
Betty chuckles. âYou loved spaghetti. Still do, if I remember correctly.â
As we continue to flip through the album, Betty excuses herself and motions for me to follow her into the kitchen. I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what she wants to talk about, but her kind smile reassures me.
Once weâre alone, she turns to me, her expression soft and full of understanding. âI just wanted to tell you that youâre doing a wonderful job, Y/N,â she says, her voice gentle. âBeing a new mom is hard, and it can feel overwhelming sometimes. But from what Iâve seen, youâre handling it beautifully.â
I feel a lump form in my throat at her words, the unexpected kindness bringing a surge of emotion. âThank you,â I say quietly. âItâs been⊠challenging at times. I have moments where I wonder if Iâm doing it right.â
Betty reaches out and takes my hand, squeezing it gently. âThose moments of doubt are normal. Every mother feels them. But you have such a natural way with Colette. She feels safe and loved with youâthatâs the most important thing.â
I nod, blinking back tears. âItâs just⊠sometimes I feel like I should be able to do more. I get so tired, and Nickâs been amazing, butâŠâ I trail off, stopping myself from revealing my biggest insecurities.
Bettyâs eyes soften even more. âItâs okay to ask for help, dear. You donât have to do it all on your own. If you ever need anythingâadvice, a break, someone to talk toâyou can always come to me. Iâm here for you, and so is Nicholas. Weâre all family now,â she offers.
Her words wrap around me like a comforting embrace, and for the first time in a while, I feel a sense of relief. âThank you,â I whisper, grateful beyond words.
Betty smiles and gives my hand another gentle squeeze. âYouâre doing wonderfully. Just remember to take care of yourself too, okay?â
I nod, my heart swelling with appreciation for this woman who has welcomed me into her family with open arms. As we walk back into the living room, I feel lighter, the weight of my doubts lifting just a little.
Nicholas looks up as we enter, his eyes softening as they meet mine. âEverything okay?â he asks, his brow furrowing slightly in concern.
I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me. âYeah,â I say softly. âEverythingâs perfect.â
As the afternoon fades into evening, Betty leans forward with a warm smile, her hands clasped in her lap. âItâs been so wonderful having you all here today,â she says, her eyes soft as she looks between Nicholas, me, and Colette. âWhy donât you stay the night? Itâs been far too long since weâve had a full house, and weâd love the chance to spend more time with you.â
Nicholas turns to me, his voice gentle as he asks, âWhat do you think? We donât have anywhere to rush off to, and it would give me a break from driving back tonight.â
I hesitate for a moment, weighing the offer. I think about Coletteâs bedtime routine, the packed bags in the car, and my own exhaustion. But as I glance around at the warmth of the house, Nickâs grandparentsâ eager faces, and the calmness that seems to settle over everything, I feel myself relax. Itâs been a long time since weâve had a change of scenery, and the idea of spending more time hereâsurrounded by familyâsounds like exactly what I need.
âThat sounds wonderful,â I say, smiling at Betty. âThank you. Weâd love to stay.â
Bettyâs face lights up, and Nick Sr. nods with a wide grin. âPerfect,â he says. âWeâve got the guest room ready, and I can set up the bassinet in the guest room next to it. Itâll be like old times, having a little one in the house again.â
Betty stands, already making her way toward the kitchen. âIâll put some tea on for later. You two make yourselves at home.â
Nicholas squeezes my hand, a smile spreading across his face. âSee? Itâs going to be a nice, quiet nightâjust us, Colette, and the best grandparents ever.â
The evening unfolds comfortably from there. Betty and Nick Sr. share stories about Nickâs childhood over cups of tea, their voices light with laughter and nostalgia. As the night deepens, we finally make our way to the guest room. Itâs cozy and inviting, with a soft bedspread, and warm lighting.
Colette falls asleep easily after nursing, making for an easy bedtime routine. Nicholas and I kiss her on the forehead goodnight once weâve got her situated in the bassinet. We separate briefly to prep for bed and when Iâm finished, I crack open the door to the en-suite bathroom.
Nicholas looks up from a script, setting it to the side of the bedside table. My feet patter over to him and he pulls back the duvet for me to climb in. âIâm so tired,â I note as I slide between the sheets.
He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. âI know, baby. Maybe my grandparents will watch her in the morning so we can sleep in,â he theorizes lowly, but I can still feel the bass of his voice rumbling from his chest into my back.
I sigh, letting my eyes flutter closed. Itâs been an emotional day, and Iâm ready for sleep. âItâs okay if they canât. I love you,â I whisper.
âI love you too, Y/N,â he breathes out with his lips kissing my ear one last time.
My body lets me drift into sleep, hearing nothing but Nicholasâ breathing and the faint sound of crickets outside. But that peace is eventually interrupted by the familiar sound of Coletteâs soft cry filling the quiet room.
I blink awake, momentarily disoriented, unsure of where I am. The dimly lit room feels unfamiliar, and for a brief, groggy moment, I canât remember how we ended up here. But then the memories come rushing backâthe visit to Nickâs grandparents, Bettyâs kind words, the warmth of the evening.
With a heavy sigh, I sit up in bed, my body aching with fatigue. I havenât gotten nearly enough sleep, and Coletteâs cries, though soft, feel like theyâre pulling me out of the little bit of rest Iâve managed. The sheets feel cold, and for the first time tonight, I realize Nickâs arms arenât wrapped around me as they usually are.
The bed dips beneath me, and I hear the soft thud of feet padding across the floor. âShit,â Nicholas mutters under his breath as he comes into view. I lift my head, watching him groggily fumble with the baby monitor to turn down the volume.
His chocolate tinted eyes meet mine in the dimly lit room, his face softened with a sleepy smile. âI got it, baby. Go back to sleep,â he murmurs, his voice thick and gravelly.
I donât resist as my head falls back onto the pillow. Nicholas tucks the duvet around my shoulders, his touch warm and reassuring, and leans down to kiss my forehead before slipping out of the room.
As my eyes flutter shut once again, I canât help but feel immense gratitude for himâfor understanding, for seeing me. Nicholas has always been an amazing partner, but since Colette was born, something has deepened. Maybe it's the way heâs embraced fatherhood, those tender daddy traits emerging in him day by day.
I donât know how long I drift in and out of sleep before the bed dips once more. This time, I turn over to face Nicholas, only to find him kneeling on top of the duvet, cradling Colette in his arms. He gently rocks her, and his brown eyes, full of apology, meet mine. âI'm sorry, babe,â he says softly. âSheâs hungry, and I checked the fridge and my Grandma mustâve given her the rest. Weâre out of pumped milk,â he gives his valid reason for disturbing me.
With a tired sigh, I push myself up, scooting back against the headboard. âItâs okay,â I reply, motioning for Nicholas to hand Colette to me. âItâs not your fault I donât pump fast enough for her.â
Nicholas shifts closer, still kneeling, his eyes warm with reassurance. âItâs not your fault either, baby girl,â he says tenderly. âYouâre doing everything right. Sheâs just got my appetite, thatâs all.â
Nickâs words bring a smile to my face as I take our little girl in my arms, feeling the love and support that radiates from him. Coletteâs small body relaxes the moment sheâs nestled in my arms, and I adjust my position to help her latch on. Instinctively, her tiny mouth finds its way, and I feel that familiar pull as she begins to nurse. The room is quiet now, save for the soft sounds of her feeding and the gentle rustle of the duvet as Nicholas shifts beside me, sitting back in his spot where he just laid.
The weight of exhaustion still presses heavily on my body, but there's something calming about this momentâsomething intimate and grounding. Coletteâs little hand rests against my skin, her tiny fingers curling and uncurling as she nurses. Despite the tiredness, I feel a sense of peace wash over me.
Nicholas watches us, his expression soft and filled with admiration. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair away from my face, his touch tender. "Youâre amazing, you know that?" he whispers, his voice barely more than a breath in the dark.
I smile faintly, my heart swelling at his words, but before I can respond, he continues, his eyes never leaving mine. "I donât tell you enough how much I love you... both of you." His gaze flickers to Colette, his eyes warm and full of adoration. "Watching you with her... seeing how strong you are, how much you give every day. Youâve made me the luckiest man in the world, Y/N."
His words sink into me, wrapping around my heart like a warm blanket. The weight of my earlier guilt begins to lift, replaced by the quiet assurance that Iâm not alone in this. Weâre a team, navigating the highs and lows together.
"I love you too," I murmur, my voice thick with emotion as I glance down at Colette, her soft breaths steady against me. "And Iâm so grateful for you. I couldnât do this without you."
Nicholas leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, lingering for a moment as if sealing the promise of his words. "Youâre the best mom, you know that? And sheâs lucky to have you," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my skin.
I close my eyes, soaking in the warmth of his presence and feeling the steady rhythm of Coletteâs nursing. In this moment, the exhaustion, the doubts, and the guilt of my postpartum depression fade into the background, leaving only the love we shareâthe love that brought Colette into our lives.
Nicholas settles back into bed beside me, his hand resting gently on my leg, a silent reminder that weâre in this together. And as Coletteâs soft suckling continues, I let myself fully relax.
Once Colette finishes nursing, her tiny body grows limp in my arms, signaling sheâs drifted back to sleep. I carefully adjust her, cradling her small frame against my chest. Nicholas is still sitting beside me, his hand never leaving my leg, his eyes filled with the kind of tenderness that makes my heart swell.
âDo you want me to take her?â Nicholas asks softly, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
I nod, and with practiced gentleness, he scoops her up and places her between us on the bed. Colette barely stirs, her little hands curling up by her face as she nestles into the space between us. The sight of her lying there, so peaceful and content, brings a soft smile to my lips. My body involuntarily slides down and I stoke her cheek with the back of my finger.
Nick lays down with his head propped up in one arm, the other sliding around me. But as I gaze at Colette sleeping peacefully between us, a small wave of anxiety creeps in. What if we roll over onto her during the night? My breath hitches slightly, and I turn my head toward him.
Nicholas immediately senses my concern and shifts closer, his hand coming to rest gently on my cheek. "Hey, don't worry," he says softly, his voice reassuring. "Iâve got her. Weâve got her. I wonât let anything happen." His thumb brushes against my skin as he speaks, his gaze steady and full of calm. "Iâve read up on this, remember? Sheâs safe with us. Weâre light sleepers, and weâre both hyper-aware sheâs here. Iâll make sure weâre careful."
I nod, though the worry still lingers. Nicholas leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You wonât roll over on her. I wonât either. Trust me, baby. And if youâre still worried, I can take her back to the bassinet,â he assures me.
I glance down at Colette, her tiny chest rising and falling, completely at ease between us. Thereâs something comforting about her being so close, something I donât want to give up. "No," I say softly, shaking my head. "I want her here with us. I just... I get nervous sometimes,â I admit to him, the concerns laced with my postpartum depression symptoms.
"I know," he murmurs. "But youâre not alone in this. Weâre doing it together, okay? Sheâs safe. Weâll keep her safe,â he promises.
His warmth and the calm assurance in his voice help to ease the anxiety a little, and I let out a slow breath. I snuggle closer to him, nestling my head in the crook of his neck. "Thank you," I whisper.
Nicholas kisses the top of my head, his hand stroking Coletteâs tiny arm before returning it to my waist. âI used to dream about this,â he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. âYou, me, and a baby⊠just lying here like this, all together.â His eyes shine in the dim light, filled with a quiet wonder. âIâd imagine what it would feel like, how perfect it would be. But this... this is even better than I imagined.â
His words sink deep into my chest, filling me with warmth. I glance down at Colette, her chest rising and falling steadily between us, and I feel a wave of contentment wash over me. âIâm glad too. Itâs everything I didnât know I needed,â I whisper back.
Nickâs thumb rubs gentle circles over the exposed skin on my side, and for a while, we lie there in comfortable silence, both of us watching Colette sleep. I feel the weight of his arm around me, the warmth of his body, and I canât help but think about our futureâabout the life weâre building together.
After a while, I glance up at Nick, my voice soft but curious. âDo you ever think about⊠having another one? Another baby, I mean.â
His reaction is immediate. His brown eyes light up, the glint of excitement undeniable. He grins, that boyish, playful smile I fell in love with, and thereâs no hesitation in his voice. âOh, absolutely. I thought one of you was cute, but two though? Didnât think I could handle it. But now that Iâve experienced it, I want three of you as soon as possible,â he rambles.
I laugh softly, both amused and surprised by his enthusiasm. âThree of us, huh?â I ask to clarify heâs not drunk on love.
âYeah, babe,â he says, his hand moving to stroke Coletteâs tiny hand before trailing over my arm. âWe could start trying as soon as possible. I mean, why wait? We make great babies together,â he jokes and I stifle a laugh to not wake up our sleeping child.
His grin turns mischievous as he leans in closer, his voice dropping a little lower. âWe could even try out some freaky positions this time⊠you know, spice things up.â
I roll my eyes playfully, shaking my head at him, though my heart flutters at his words. âThatâs all you, God bless your dadâs genetics,â I tease, eyeing him with a smirk.
Nicholas chuckles, clearly enjoying my response, but thereâs a seriousness in his eyes tooâa real desire to keep building this life together. âIâm serious though,â he murmurs, his hand moving to rest on my waist. âI want more of this. More of us. I want a whole bunch of mini versions of you running around, driving me crazy in the best way.â
His words hit me in a way I wasnât expecting, and I feel a flush of warmth spread through me. I lean closer, letting my fingers trace over his arm. âYouâre really ready for another one, huh?â
Nickâs gaze locks with mine, intense but full of love. âYeah, Y/N. I donât just want another one. I want a whole football team of kids with you. As soon as youâre ready,â he says firmly.
I bite my lip, considering his words, feeling the quiet excitement bubbling up inside me. âI might just let you lock me down tonight,â I tease, my voice soft but playful.
His eyes darken slightly, that same spark of mischief flickering in them. âOh, baby, donât tempt me,â he murmurs, leaning in to press a lingering kiss against my lips.
I pull back slightly, laughing against his mouth. âLetâs not rush it,â I whisper, even though my hormones are raging at the thought. âBut... I do love the idea of growing our little family,â I add to soften the blow of sex denial.
Nicholas grins again, his arm pulling me closer as Colette sleeps peacefully between us. âThen letâs make it happen,â he says softly. âOne more baby⊠and then another after that, we can talk again. I just know I want it all with you. Every first word and every first day of school, my love.â
I smile, resting my head on his shoulder, letting the warmth of his words and the future he envisions wash over me. âOne step at a time,â I murmur, though the idea is already taking root in my mind, the thought of more little ones filling our home with love.
As we lay there, cuddling around Colette, the future feels wide openâand incredibly full of promise. The room is quiet, the soft hum of the night surrounding us, and as we lay there, I feel the steady rise and fall of Nickâs chest beneath my palms.
âGoodnight, baby,â he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. I smile softly, my body already succumbing to sleep as I whisper back,
âGoodnight, Nicholas. I love you,â I murmur, never getting tired of reminding him.
âI love you too,â he replies, his voice full of warmth and certainty. âBoth of my girls.â
With that, the last thing I feel is the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of Coletteâs breathing between us, and the overwhelming sense of love that wraps around the three of us, pulling us into the soft cocoon of sleep.
The next time I stir awake, itâs to the feeling of the sun shining on my face. Nicholasâ familiar presence is next to me, his body relaxed as he leans back against the headboard. I can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, the slight rustle of pages as he quietly reads. For a moment, I let myself enjoy the comfort of having him close.
But something is wrong.
I donât feel Colette.
The tiny body that was nestled between us is gone, and in an instant, a wave of cold panic floods my chest. My breath catches, and my heart starts to pound, my worst fear bubbling to the surface. Oh God, did I roll over her? Did we�
My eyes snap open, and I sit up abruptly, frantically scanning the bed. My hands reach out, patting the mattress in blind desperation as my breath quickens. Where is she? My mind spirals into worst-case scenarios, and my pulse races faster with each second I canât find her.
Nicholas looks up from his script, his brow furrowing as he notices my panic. âY/N, baby, whatâs wrong?â His voice is calm, but I can hear the concern lacing his words.
âColette,â I breathe, my voice barely a whisper as the fear clutches at me. âSheâs not here, Nick. Iâwhere is she?â
Nicholas immediately places his script aside and sits up, reaching for me. His hands find my shoulders, grounding me. âBabe, sheâs fine,â he says gently, his voice steady, though I can see the alarm in his eyes as he realizes why Iâm panicking. âGrandma has her. She came in earlier to take her so you could rest. Sheâs with her now, probably showing her off to her knitting group. Everythingâs okay.â
I stare at Nicholas, the rush of adrenaline still coursing through me, but the words slowly sink in. Colette isnât in danger. Sheâs not here because Betty took her.
I let out a shaky breath, pressing a hand to my chest as the fear begins to ebb away. âI thought⊠I woke up and she wasnât there. I thought weââ My voice falters, not even wanting to finish the thought.
Nicholas pulls me into his arms, holding me close. âI know. Iâm sorry. I shouldâve woken you to tell you, but you looked so peaceful, and I didnât want to disturb you,â he apologizes profusely.ïżŒ
I nod against Nickâs chest, the tension finally loosening from my body as I cling to him. âI just⊠thatâs what Iâve been afraid of, rolling over her in our sleep,â I admit.
âI know,â Nicholas murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. âBut I would never let that happen. I swear that to you,â he adds.
I take a deep breath, letting the warmth of his embrace steady me. My pulse slows down, and the overwhelming panic that had gripped me starts to dissipate, leaving me feeling drained. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have freaked out.â
âYou donât have to apologize, Y/N,â Nicholas says, his hand gently stroking my back. âYouâre a mom. Itâs normal to worry, but Iâve got you. Iâve got both of you.â
I pull back slightly, meeting his eyes that are full of understanding. âThank you,â I whisper, my voice still shaky but filled with gratitude.
Nicholas smiles softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. âGet some more rest, okay? Grandmaâs got Colette covered.â
I nod, feeling the last remnants of panic finally fade. I glance at his script beside him and give a tired smile. âYouâre memorizing lines this early?â I pry.
He chuckles. âJust passing the time until you woke up. But you come first,â he vows.
I sink back into the pillows, the warmth of Nicholas beside me a comforting presence now that the fear has passed. As I close my eyes, the world feels right again. Colette is safe, Nicholas is here, and I let myself relax fully for the first time since waking up. The panic has faded into the background, leaving only the steady hum of reassurance from my husband beside me.
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Kitty Kat (Roman Reigns)
After a lifetime of searching, the Tribal Chief may have finally found the woman of his dreams. Post Summerslam 2024.
Warnings: SMUT (yes i know its excessive im sorry đ)
Word Count: 5.3k
A/N: This got way too long bc I talk too much. I tried to shorten it I promise but I just couldn't. I do hope you like it either way...
Song inspiration: Again - Lenny Kravitz
Credit to the owners of the pics and gifs
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He could get used to this.
As he stepped off the plane, Joe discreetly adjusted the bulge in his pants and exhaled deeply, allowing himself a giddy smile in anticipation for what was to come.Â
He couldnât wait to see her again. His Kitty Kat. The interesting part was that this time, sheâd flown him out to come spend the week with her, in First Class, no less. âItâs a five-hour flight from Cleveland to L.A., so I want you to be as comfortable as possible, Daddy,â sheâd told him. Never in his wildest dreams did he envision being âflewed outâ. Heâd been the one flying her out in his private jet, chartering luxury vehicles to bring her to him. The reverse felt strange and would take some getting used to, but it did feel nice to be pampered and taken care of for once.
Seated comfortably in the back of the Cadillac Escalade driving him through the City of Angels, he reminisced about last night in Cleveland. It was fun to hear the crowd again, the adrenaline rush of his entrance music blaring all around the Browns Stadium. It was a long absence from wrestling for him, darkened by the passing of his father, followed by the whirlwind preparation and execution of his funeral, grand, exhausting and emotional. Kat being by his side for all of it was a precious elixir he could never repay her for, but perhaps he could start tonight.
His thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. It was an unknown number, but against his better judgment, he answered and hoped it wasnât some weirdo fan. âHello?â
âYou left town without telling me? I saw you all over Summerslam last night!â the shrill, familiar voice responded.
Scratch that. Now he wished it was a fan. âI know I blocked your ass. This is stalking,â was his cold greeting.Â
âI just want us to talk, Joe! We canât just end things the way we did!â
âAinât nothinâ to talk about, Ebony. I got the DNA test I wanted. Go find your baby daddy and leave me the fuck alone.â
âAre you ever gonna forgive me? I made a mistake!â Ebony pleaded. âYou didnât even invite me to Sikaâs funeral. That hurt my feelings, Joe.â
âBitch, donât piss me off!â Joe countered angrily. âBlurting out that Iâm not Josiahâs daddy was not a mistake! I also found the messages in your phone, remember? You and your little group chat laughed at me, laughed about me raising a kid that ain't mine!â
âThatâs a female ass trait, yâknow, lookinâ through my phone and invading my privacy!â Ebony complained.
âYou can invade these nuts,â Joe dismissed, âYou cheated on me and lied about the paternity of your son! Thatâs enough for me to wash my hands off of you and thatâs exactly what Iâm doing.â
For a second, Ebony was quiet. Then, âLet me guess. Youâre with that uppity rich bitch. She was at your dadâs funeral, both of y'all looked so cozy in the videos. She's the reason you donât wanna work things out, right? Werenât you seeing her before we broke up? Whoâs the cheater now, huh?â
Joe scoffed in disbelief. After all sheâd done to make his life a living hell, she was still gaslighting him. âWe were over long before I started seeing her. I only hung around cuz I thought the kid you were carrying was mine. Donât act like your whorish toxic ways didnât drive me into her arms in the first place! You broke us up, so Iâve moved on from your evil ass. Simple.â
Ebony kissed her teeth. âYou are so disrespectful to me, always have been. You never cared about me. It was all about your fucking wrestling. You were always gone! I was lonely! I needed you and you didn't give a shit!â
âSo thatâs why you opened your legs for some bum, got knocked up, and lied that I was the father? You disrespected yourself!â He felt himself getting riled up and had to compose himself. He would not let his ex ruin his day. âImma make this clear so even you can understand. We. Are. Done. Call me again and itâs my attorney youâll be talking to.â Cutting off the call, he then blocked the number and deleted it for added measure.
Fuck that ho.
Anyway, back to his girl, Kat. It had been an amazing few months so far with her. Of course, heâd googled her in the beginning, asked Heyman to run a background check to make sure she was legit and not a psychopath like his ex. Katrina Sullivan was one of the most famous music producers in the world and the top executive at her renowned publishing label. She was a big time player in her industry just like he was, a star in her own right, and it was a match made in Heaven.
Not only was she incredibly beautiful, but sex with her was a wild ride. She gave him a run for his money whenever they fucked. She was all about new experiences and wasnât too prissy to fuck inside a car or suck him off outside a dive bar. He blushed every time he remembered the freaky shit they got up to after his loss at Wrestlemania. Long story short, she made him feel much better about dropping the belt. He loved that she loved sex as much as he did, and if he wasnât hooked on her before, he was completely addicted after that night.Â
And it wasnât all about the physical. There was an emotional bond they shared, a connection that heâd never felt with anyone else before her. Talking with her felt like talking with a friend. He would unload his good days and bad days on her and she would listen to all of it without passing judgment. He did the same for her and was proud to be the one she learned to trust after her own past heartbreaks. Joe wished heâd had the courage to leave Ebony earlier. Perhaps he would have found the woman who had become his peace, his safe haven, and closed the hole in his heart much, much sooner.
A Google Map search helped him find the best florist in town. The ladies in the shop ooh'ed and ahh'ed over the beautiful bouquet of roses he bought and how lucky his lady was. But he thought he was the lucky one. As he took a deep breath and inhaled the flowers, he felt his stomach flutter at the thought of her beautiful face, her smile, her warm embrace. Joe knew he was in love, but he didnât quite know how to tell her yet. It was weird enough that he lowkey felt like a thot being flown out. He really didnât mind, though. All he wanted was to be with her and just be in her presence, in her aura. He would tell her when he was ready.
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Katâs mansion was the stuff of dreams. Isolated on the hills of the Pacific Palisades overlooking lush Californian greenery, it was one of her rewards as the most in-demand producer in music today. The living room segued into the kitchen, which welcomed him with the smell of freshly cooked food. Pasted to her stainless steel refrigerator by a small circular âAcknowledge Meâ magnet, was a note from her saying that sheâd just headed out for a last-minute meeting and directed him to the oven where a warm skillet of sirloin steak and seasoned roasted potatoes waited for him. She had also stocked her fridge with his Megafit meals along with C4 Energy drinks and a few bottles of her own branded tequila. His baby was spoiling him rotten and he was digging it.
He first put the fresh flowers in a vase he filled with water before settling down to eat. He wished she was here with him, but he understood more than anyone how busy things could be when you were at the top of your game. He was proud of her and wanted her to get all the coins she deserved. Halfway through his meal, he pulled out his phone and checked on her.
After dinner, he embarked on a little tour around her breathtaking abode which ended up taking several minutes to complete. Joe had some nice homes of his own around the globe, but this floored them all. The edifice dripped with luxury and was crafted to perfection, just like his Kitty Kat was. He enjoyed the gorgeous city view from her balcony as he sipped on some tequila. Her bathroom was spacious and had a waterfall shower that he luxuriated in when he stepped inside. One side of her walk-in wardrobe was lined with an assortment of brand new t-shirts, pants and dress shirts all for him. Of course she knew his size; sheâd ripped his clothing off of him on many occasions. His stomach was doing flips as the time continued to tick by. It was hilarious that the big bad Tribal Chief was acting all giddy at the mere thought of a woman, but here he was, entangled in her expensive satin sheets, counting down the minutes until she was back in his arms.
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The sound of running water jerked him awake. The plane ride must have worn him out more than he thought; he didnât even realize when he fell asleep. The sky outside was now pitch black but the bathroom lights were switched on. As he sat upright in the bed, something rolled down his bare chest and onto his lap. He looked down and his breath hitched. A sheer, baby pink-colored thong, just removed. Unable to resist, he held it up to his nose and shivered as her sensual aroma filled his nostrils and sent all his blood rushing south. With newfound enthusiasm, he climbed out of the bed and padded over to the bathroom.Â
Katrinaâs back was turned to him, standing over the tub as she drained the bath. Draped in a fluffy lilac bathrobe that barely covered her backside as she bent over, Joe chose to stand there and admire her, letting his eyes follow the rivulets of water that trickled down her long shapely legs. He trailed his gaze along the backs of her knees and her oh-so-sexy thighs, stopping at her luscious derriĂšre where he found her pussy lips, slick and glistening, winking at him. He groaned out loud at the sight, feeling his bulge stir in his drawstring shorts.
Alerted by the noise he made, Kat spun around and sighed. "Oh, damn," she frowned and bounced her fist against her thigh.
Joe raised an eyebrow at her reaction. âDid I frighten you?â
âNot really. I wanted to wake you up by sucking your dick.âÂ
Chuckling heartily, he stepped closer. "You still can, baby. Donât let me stop you,â he said, sealing their lips together in a kiss heâd been thinking about for weeks. He held her tight, molding their bodies together as time seemed to stop all around them. The anticipation had been building all day and just this moment alone was worth the long wait. Â
Joe sighed happily against her lips, his fingers massaging the back of her neck. âMmm, I can tell you missed me. Did you miss me, baby?â
âYou know I did, Daddy,â she whispered back. It had been months in the making, but Kat was thrilled that he was finally here in her humble abode. She pulled back to regard him, marveling at the sheer height and width of him, his bare, broad chest showcasing that beautiful tattoo and all those muscles. Fuck, he was so hot. âI saw the roses in the kitchen, theyâre beautiful,â she said.
âNot as beautiful as you are, baby,â Joe answered, brushing his thumb along her bottom lip. âHow was your meeting?â
Kat huffed and rolled her eyes. âWaste of my time. Donât really wanna talk about it,â she added, changing the topic to a more exciting one. âYou looked so good last night, babe. I could see how happy you were to be back.â
âI was,â he admitted, his light brown eyes lighting up. âBro, hearing the fans go bananas when my music hit was insane. And all those fingers in the air, too. Four years of bustin' my ass finally paying off.â
âHuh. I had one finger out too, but it wasnât in the air, and I was layinâ in bed. Naked,â Kat teased, fluttering her long eyelashes at him.
The thought of her writhing around in bed aroused by his show of violence caused another tightening in his shorts. With a growl in his voice, he responded, "Show me."Â
âWait.â She put up one hand before he could grab her. âBefore we get startedâŠI never got to ask you because we were so busy with the funeralâŠBut did you take the DNA test?â she asked, watching with dismay as his face fell. He looked away with a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, something she learned he did when he was reeling in his emotions.Â
âYeah. Josiahâs not mine,â he replied sadly.
Two distinct emotions of her own rushed through Kat at this news. Relief, that he was no longer tied to Ebony and he could now, finally, move on with his life. Move on with her. Disappointment, on his behalf, knowing that he had enjoyed getting to know the baby boy heâd thought was his child. âIâm so sorry,â was all she could muster.
âDonât be. At least I know the truth now. I care about the kid, but heâs not my responsibility any more,â he choked out, the sting of losing that sweet little boy still raw and painful.
âOh, baby.â Kat rubbed her hands up and down his broad back to soothe him. She regretted downing the mood and sought to fix it. âWhat can I do?âÂ
Joe shook his head and sank into her embrace. âJust be with me, like this. I wanna be with you. Thank you for bringing me out here, itâs exactly what I needed.â
âOf course. You know I gotchu,â she assured him, butterflies sprouting inside her belly as he dropped feather-light kisses on her neck, trailing along her shoulder which was soon bare as he slipped off her robe and dropped it to the floor. She tugged down his shorts and her hungry gaze zeroed in on that other part of him that she missed. All those FaceTime calls and selfies did very little justice to the real thing. This was his first time on her turf, and she was determined to use this week wisely, especially as this extended period didnât quite exist before.Â
In the beginning, their meetings were brief and eventful, a couple of hoursâ escape from the madness going on in their individual lives. Meet up, scorch the sheets, and wake to the sound of the rustle of clothes pulled from the floor, the sharp zipping of bags, quick kisses goodbye followed by the front door quietly clicking open and shut. At each otherâs mercy at sunset then disappearing before dawn to resume reality. It was a thrill at first but as time passed, Kat realized she wanted more with him. She wanted to begin and end her days in his sturdy arms. Wanted them to shower together, to eat together and spend much more time together. Simply put, she wanted to be a real couple, and she was ecstatic when he confessed that he wanted the same. Coming to L.A. was a great start and it excited Kat to no end.
Hand in hand, they walked together, naked, out of the bathroom. She giggled as he followed closely behind her, kissing her neck and touching her body along the way. As they reached the bed, Joe noticed the bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket full of ice on the nightstand. Kat read his mind. âJust a lilâ sumn to celebrate your arrival,â she clarified, as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to stand between his legs. His gaze was soft, yet beautifully intense as he ran his hands up her thighs and her hips, cupping her backside and bringing her even closer to him. He pressed his lips to her stomach, adorning her belly with gentle, open-mouthed kisses that felt so good she moaned pleasurably in approval.
âIâm in love with you,â he whispered against her brown skin, his voice clear yet filled with a vulnerability heâd never felt before.
Kat smiled down at him. âTook you long enough. Iâve been waiting for you.â
âFor real?â His heart pounding so hard in his chest he was sure she could hear it.
Her smile widened as she loosened his ponytail, letting the long dark locks fall and frame his breathtaking features like the angel he was. Her angel. âYeah. I meanâŠAfter everything weâve shared, after getting to know the beautiful person that you are, of course Iâm in love with you too.â
They were words heâd been hoping to hear from her for a while now, and now that he had, he was robbed of every sensation other than joy and peace and the burning need to make love to her nonstop for the rest of his stay in the West Coast. âYouâre beautiful too, baby girl,â he rasped, drawing her back in, âSo fuckinâ beautifulâŠâ
They clung to each other, making out with increasing passion, both of them extremely aroused and more desperate than ever in the wake of this wonderful revelation. As they kissed, he slipped one hand over her breast, kneading gently, eliciting from her those purring sounds that earned her sexy little nickname. He missed his Kitty Kat so much. The last time they were together was at his fatherâs funeral, and he couldn't be with her the way he wanted to be. Now that they were all alone there was nothing stopping him from having his way with her.
But apparently, she had other plans.Â
She pushed him hard in the chest, smirking at his surprised grunt as he hit the mattress rather unceremoniously. âGet in,â she instructed him.
He frowned petulantly at her, but did as he was told, dragging himself backwards up the bed with his eyes on her at all times. He felt his mouth go dry as she crawled towards him on all fours like the sexy ass kitten she was. As she reached the space between his open legs, she surprised him by picking up her thong and winding it around his wrists, securing it tight before pushing his arms over his head.Â
âBabyâŠâ he pouted.
âShhhh,â Kat shushed him quietly, thrilled by the submission in his eyes, the surrender in his soft moan, his dick hard and erect in anticipation. Having control over a man like him felt so empowering. Though sexually submissive to him, Kat always enjoyed it when the roles were switched. It never lasted long though, so she planned to make the most of it.
Climbing back down his body, she rubbed her hands on the expanse of his thighs, his caramel skin warm beneath her fingers. She moved higher, coming dangerously close to the pleasure between his legs but avoiding it, for now. She wanted to touch it but the wait was more exciting. Her hands disappeared to squeeze his ass cheeks, and then reappeared over his hips, traveling along the sharpened ridges of his six-pack abs and up to his broad chest. Her body followed suit, sliding up until her thighs bracketed his sides. The little hiss that escaped him as she sat on his torso thrilled her; she knew right away that he could feel her warm moistness against his skin. Her fingers found his nipples next, toying with them before leaning in to lick them, and giggled with amusement when his dick sprang high enough to smack against her backside.
âFuck, baby, feel what you do to me?â Joe hissed, his cock jumping again as her mouth warmed his neck, nibbling on the shell of his ear as she whispered to him in the softest, deadliest timbre:Â
"Iâm just getting started, big guy."
Sitting upright on top of him, she reached for the ice bucket, scooping out an ice cube in the shape of an exquisite diamond. The ravenous look in Joeâs eyes matched hers as she sipped on the cube, letting the cold melt on her tongue and travel down her throat. Then, she bent down and kissed him, her cold tongue quickly warming up from the heat of his mouth. The wet muscles moved together in a sweet dance, delightedly intertwining, obsessed with the taste of each other. Kat pressed the ice cube to his chest, giggling when he jerked from the cold, and drew figure eights with it, watching rivulets of water trickle down the sides of his body. She put the ice cube on his right nipple and watched it harden. Then she replaced the ice with her warm mouth on his cold nipple.
âShit, baby you killinâ me,â he moaned, looking on with hooded eyelids as she kissed down his body. She stopped between his legs, bowing her body in front of his erection, long and thick and hard, precum glistening on his slit. Her tongue darted out to taste it, licking her lips with pleasure. Giving him a sly wink, she took the tip of his dick in her mouth and sucked, winding her tongue around the head like a hungry snake. The moan that escaped his lips was needy and borderline painful, causing her eyes to light up in triumph.Â
âWhen I get my hands on youâŠâ he growled, his expression almost pissed, but Kat knew better. His frustration mingled with his lack of control, control sheâd taken from him all day by calling the shots from his travel to the food he ate. The sensual power play continued as she massaged his dick, the thick velvety flesh twitching in her hands as his hands twitched in his makeshift binds. Using the flat of her tongue, she licked up and down his shaft, making slurping sounds that were drowned out by his groans as she spread her saliva all over his dick. She was addicted. He tasted so good and she craved to have her fill.
Putting a smaller ice cube in her mouth, she chewed it, crushing the ice with her teeth. From there, she hugged his dick with her lips, dousing the heat of his flesh with the coldness of her throat. Tiny bits of ice melted against his shaft as she sucked and tongued every inch of him. She could feel his chest heaving and his abs crunching, could hear his strangled moans as he got warmer and got harder in her mouth. He was right where she wanted him. Resting her weight on his burly thighs, she moaned to him to let go, and smiled when seconds later a shout burst from him, his hips arching off the bed as he unloaded down her throat. She drank her fill of him, glancing up to watch the pleasure ravage his huge body, giving a little smile as he floated down back to earth.Â
âOh my godâŠâ he breathed, his body jerking when she pulled away, letting his dick, slick with her spit and his cum, plop down on his thigh. With one more long, soft kiss to his length, she slithered back up his body, pressing her lips to his for a sweet, delicate kiss which heavily contrasted with the heaviness of his dick brushing along her now-wet opening. Pleasing him turned her on in a way her notoriously composed self could never comprehend.
âYou came so hard for me, baby. The look on your face was everything,â Kat gifted him a teasing lash of her tongue against his as she ran her hands up his arms to toy with the sheer material holding him hostage. Lifting her body up, she slowly sank down on his dick, a gasp slipping from her when the smooth tip pierced through her soft, slick folds, enabling her to wind her hips to take him all the way in. They both moaned as the thickness of him nudged her sweet spot, coaxing a whine out of her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting him close, making out with him while slowly rocking her body back and forth, grinding her clit on him. It stunned her to this day, how she was able to take him all, his length and girth filling her and hitting her most sensitive spot right away. The power that coursed through her at making him succumb to her will, no different from any pinning combination or submission move, was intoxicating. Her moans and his groans reverberated through the bedroom, the air thick with the scent of sex as she loved on him.
âUntie me. Now,â Joe commanded out of nowhere, the roughness of his tone surprising Kat. One look at the power and pleasure on his beautiful face told her he was not taking no for an answer. Obediently, she reached up and unraveled the underwear from around his wrists, and she had barely tossed it aside when his hands came around her, finding her backside and thrusting deeper into her. Finally, he could touch her the way he wanted. He loved her ass, enjoyed the feel of it gyrating against his palms. He landed a heavy-handed slap on it, making her burrow her face in his neck with a soft cry, the sound growing more desperate as his fingers caressed the supple flesh of her ass while grinding up into her, making her feel so good.
âSuch a badass bitch, yet so weak for me. Weak for this dick,â he purred to her with a kiss to her shoulder. The wicked gleam in his eyes had Kat both frustrated and aroused, but the unmistakable glimpse of lust clouding those eyes showed he was just as weak for her. With every downward motion of her hips, she could see him become more mesmerized, his breaths huskier, his face contorting with unbridled bliss as her pussy squeezed his length in deep, throbbing pulls. Sensing him trying to regain control, she beat him to it, pushing up and steadying herself on top of him. With both hands planted on his strong chest, she adjusted her legs in a squat and began bouncing on his dick, up and down, fucking him, taking from him what she wanted, giving him what he needed.Â
âFuck, thatâs it, kitten, ride the shit outta my dick,â Joe groaned, his huge hands now clamped around her waist. âIâm here now, baby. I gotchu. Take it out on me, take all that stress out on me.â It was a wonder to watch her, her knees up and wide apart, treating him to the sight of her moist flesh gliding all the way down his turgid flesh and back up, leaving the base of his dick a wet, slippery mess. It looked incredible and felt even better. âYou so wet for me, baby girl,â he rasped, reaching up to massage her bouncing breasts. âI love it when you use me. You love using Daddyâs big dick, huh?â
"Yes, Daddy I love it...Shiiit, oh my goddd!" Kat threw her head back, her moans shaky, her body trembling on top of him as waves of ecstasy washed over her thanks to the orgasm wracking her from head to toe. Â
âUnnhh yeah, come for Daddy, come on my dick,â he moaned back to her, his full lips parted and panting, his eyes boring into hers as he watched her come undone. Overcome with passion, he sat upright and tugged her flush against him, his breath hitching as the action sank him even deeper into her. He needed to hold her to him, needed to make her all his. âI ainât pullinâ out,â he announced, moving her on him again, âI'ma come all up inside you, baby.â
His words sank in, but any coherent answer she had disappeared with another rake of his dick against her g-spot. Wordlessly, Kat snuggled into his warm embrace, locking her arms and legs around him as she continued to grind on him in a deliciously erotic rhythm. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Joe planted a big kiss upon her throat, her jaw, then her lips, enjoying the taste of her moans as his hips rolled along with hers like a choreographed dance. Emotions were high as they joined as one, surrounded by the sounds of the newfound love they were finally expressing to each other. The mattress bounced beneath them, the legless bed rocking in tune with their heated bodies rocking on top of it. Every worry they had was gone and replaced with a hunger and need for the other that they both knew they would never be able to satiate.
"I love you," Joe whispered, pushing her hair out of her eyes to gaze into them.
âI love you too, baby...oh fuck,â Kat panted, burying her face in his shoulder, her hands sliding down to grip his ass as she bucked her hips like a mad woman. Joe moved with her, not missing a single beat. His own release was building fast within him, too fast. The blood was pounding in his head and tightening his balls as her pussy squeezed his cock so tight he was having a hard time catching his breath. They soon realized they were climaxing together, both shaking from the intense, throbbing waves of pleasure. Katâs toes curled into the sheets as she felt his warm fluid gushing into her pussy just like he wanted, felt his body pulse as hard as his dick pulsing deep inside of her. No piece of music, no music video she created could ever compare to the magic she made with this incredible man, ever be as beautiful as the sight of his face scrunching up helplessly as his orgasm consumed him. So she kept her eyes on him for as long as she could, watching all the emotions sweep his gorgeous visage like an unforgettable movie.Â
An eternity later, their movements slowed, their breathing calmed, their hearts racing as one as the world returned to normal. Joe felt light as air as he fell back onto the bed, Kat melting into him with her head on his chest, where his heart beat for her. He was still inside her and she kept him there, wanted to be filled with all his love in the very best way.
âWelcome home, my love,â she giggled, soothed by his own throaty chuckle vibrating against her skin. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed her forehead. She wished she could bottle the sound of his laugh, the feeling of his soft lips, bottle this very moment forever.
âGlad to be home, my love,â he answered, his fingers caressing her back as he kissed her mouth. âI can tell my time in L.A. is gonna be fun.â
"Mm-hmm. We got all week, Daddy," Kat eyed him with a sly smile, tracing her manicured index finger along his tattooed pectoral, "Like I said, we're just getting started."
THE END.
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A/N: This is the only story I've had the energy to complete. I'd love to know your thoughts!
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Heyyyyyy i loved your " PonyBoy " fic even though i hoped there will be some smut in it but can you pleaaaaaase do first time with cowboy bf Art đ§ââïž
omg yes you can!! im so sorry im definitely better at writing smut in a shorter fic than a longer one đ
BED CHEM (cowboy! art donaldson x virgin! fem! reader)
art donaldson is a gentleman, truly. he pulls out chairs before you sit on them, he opens your car door for you, and carries you when your feet hurt from walking in heels all night. yes, art donaldson is a gentleman, but he's still a man. he can't stop himself from gazing a little too long at your thighs when you wear a short skirt, or your breasts when you're leaning over the table to point at something. little does he know, you're wearing these short skirts and low cut tops on purpose, you wanna see him crack, to shed that polite shell and do what he wants with you.
art is taking you out tonight, he surprised you with tickets to see a movie at the drive-in theatre in town. as you're swiping on shiny lip gloss in the mirror you decide that tonight will be the night. youve asked him to take your virginity before, practically begged him to, but he always says the same thing, "i wouldn't want you to regret it" it makes you angry, honestly, how could you regret having your first time with the best boyfriend you've ever had! you went shopping especially for tonight, hiding the blush on your face as you checked out with a set of baby blue panties, with lace trim around the edges. lost in your thoughts, you hardly notice the honk coming from outside, signaling that art is here. giving yourself one last look in the mirror, you hop down the stairs, grabbing keys and a bag before exiting your house, waving to art, who's sitting in his beaten up pickup truck. you can't help but giggle a little bit when his mouth drops open at the sight of you wearing less than he's probably ever seen you wear. getting into the car, you give him a quick peck on the cheek, art starts the car and you're on your way. as usual, arts hand finds its way to your thigh as he drives, his thumb slowly rubbing it side to side. "darlin' i-is that dress new?" you can tell arts nervous about asking, not wanting to offend you. "yeah sort of, i just haven't worn it yet. you like it?" you ask, knowing he does like it, you can tell by the way his eyes flick down every couple seconds to look at your exposed skin. he chuckles, nodding quickly as he turns into the outdoor movie theater parking lot. when he stops, you turn to art, subtly moving your arms to press your breasts together. batting your eyelashes, you ask, "art, baby would you grab me a soda from the concessions stand?" art has to tear his eyes away from your chest to answer, "'course sweetheart, be back in a minute" he exits the car, shutting the door and walking off.
now that he's gone, you can work on your plan even more, adjusting your bra to push up your breasts more, shimmying your skirt up to expose more of your legs, and pulling down a mirror to re-apply your shiny lip-gloss. taking a deep breath, you wait for art to return. when he gets back you smile sweetly at him, taking your drink and sucking on the straw and making eye contact with him. you don't see it, but art has to wipe his sweaty palms on his jeans, your suggestive actions making him break out in a sweat just from the effort to not jump your bones in this shitty drive in parking lot.
both you and art feel like the cheesy 90 minute movie is taking about 3 hours, for you, youre waiting for art to make a move, or at least signal that hes open to your obvious advances. for art, hes running scenario after scenario in his head, what could go right, what could go wrong, and everything in between. when the movie finally ends, art drives you home in silence, both of you trying to find something to say. stopping in front of your house he turns toward you, opening his mouth to say something before you interrupt him, "will you come inside?" art shuts his mouth quickly and nods, letting his cowboy hat fall in front of his flushed face.
walking up the steps to your door, art follows close behind you, bowing his head when he gets through the door. it's hard to the describe the feeling you get when youre walking towards your bedroom with art, hes been here before but this time feels different. sitting on the edge of your creaky bed, art makes the first move, cupping your face with his larger hand and pressing his mouth to yours, handling you soft and sweet, like he knows you deserve. he has to stop himself from groaning into your mouth when you move his hat off of his head, threading your fingers through his hair. art pulls you closer, his hands on your waist, lightly squeezing. the kiss turns more heated, and to your delight, art seems more accepting of the change of pace than he was in times before, the farthest you've gone was lightly grinding over his worn jeans. without taking his mouth off of yours, art moves you onto his lap, one hand on the small of your back to keep you steady, and the other one cupping your face gently. you have to pull away first, as much as you'd like to keep kissing him you don't want to suffocate. opening your eyes and pulling away you're able to see the cute flush on arts face, his pupils dialated and his hair messy. "i wanna keep going art.. please, ive asked you before" you don't want to sound desperate, but you are, the butterflies in your stomach becoming more intense. you can tell that arts mulling it over in his head, biting his lip.
"alright darlin' you trust me yeah? you have to tell me if you dont want me to do something, promis me, won't you?" he asks, the hand on your back rubbing up and down. you nod eagerly, "i promise art" art smiles, leaning in to kiss you again, this times with more passion than before, now knowing that you want everything he can give you. leaning into him, you undo the buttons on arts shirt quickly, helping him take it off of his shoulders. you run your hands down his chest, smiling into the kiss when he shivers. arts hands, callused from his work as a cowboy, dip under the hem of your shirt, helping you pull it up and over your shoulders. art attaches his lips to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving purple marks in his wake that you're sure will be hard to cover. under the guise of kissing your neck, arts expert hands undo the clasp of your bra, removing it from your chest. youre lost in the feeling of his mouth against you, arts lips moving against your chest. you try to reach down and undo arts belt, but it's proving more difficult than you thought. art, luckily knows what youre trying to do, moving you off of his lap and placing you gently against your pillows, kneeling between your spread legs.
arts mouth is against yours once again, you hear the clunk of his belt against the floor and you smile, letting him kiss his way down your stomach. art looks up at you from between your legs, his blue eyes meeting yours, "if you wanna go further i gotta prep you first, alright darlin'?" you nod, letting him slip off your skirt. in your haste, you had forgotten the special panties you were wearing just for him, but arts soft gasp against you brings you back to earth. he slips off your panties quickly as well, and you're almost offended that he didn't admire them more, until you notice him sticking them into his back pocket, the blue lace peeking out. art rubs a finger up and down your slick folds, his mouth coming to press a kiss on your clit, causing your hand to fly down to grip onto his hair. you feel him grin against you, before putting his mouth to work, pressing as close as he can to you. the sudden intrusion of one of his fingers startles you, causing you to clench tightly around him. he sighs onto you, the breath of warm air intensifying the feeling even more. "fuck sweetheart you gotta relax more for me, or else im never gonna fit in here.." he practically groans against you. you nod, letting your head flop against the pillow behind you, letting his thumb rub quick circles on your clit, distracting you from the stretch of another finger inside of you. you have to resist the urge to shut your thighs around arts head when he scissors his fingers inside of you, the feeling getting closer and closer to the pleasure you feel when you're alone in bed.
suddenly, you're ripped out of the clouds of pleasure when art takes his fingers out of you, making his way back up your body. he kisses your forehead, looking at you softly. "you have a condom right? i want you to be safe the first time" you nod, reaching into your bedside drawer for the box of condoms you got for this very occasion. he takes one from you, ripping off the wrapper with his teeth and pulling it over his dick. he hovers over you again, pressing his forehead against yours, noticing your wide eyes when you look down and see his size. he taps your cheek gently, "focus on me, okay? i promise ill take care of you darlin'" you nod, letting him press his tip into you. art sees the grimace on your face and pauses, letting you adjust. when he sees you've relaxed he starts again, repeating the cycle until he's fully pressed into you. now its your turn to tap him on the cheek, letting him know that he can start to move. arts eyes flutter closed, pulling his hips out slowly before thrusting back into you, pushing out moan after moan from you, his dick reaching spots your fingers never could. arts thrusts are languid and deep, making sure you can feel every inch of his when he pushes back into you. art almost looses his mind when you wrap your legs around his hips, making sure he isnt going anywhere. art can tell you're close, the way your moans are getting louder and louder in his ear, and the way you're pulsing around him. "i- im close art" you manage to get the words out between moans. art nods, speeding up his thrusts to meet your needs. "alright sweetheart.. it's okay, it's okay, fuck, im close too" he groans out, his hips starting to stutter. lucky for art, you cum first, he thinks the guilt of cumming before you on your first time would eat him alive. he kisses you through your orgasm, swallowing your moans of his name as he gives you a few last thrusts before he's tumbling over the edge right after you. art lets you ride out your orgasm before slowly pulling out, throwing away the condom and laying down next to you. after you catch your breath, you lay your head on arts chest, the steady beat of his heart calming your own. his hand comes to hold yours, squeezing it gently. "you did real good for your first time darlin'" you smile, grateful for the praise from him. you reach over the bed, grabbing his cowboy hat and putting it on. "next time ill be on top okay? i wanna be a cowgirl" you giggle, winking at him. he laughs and shakes his head, rubbing your back. "you don't even know what youre getting yourself into sweetheart.." <3
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HIIIIIIII I love your writing alot!!!! Soo, I wanna request something:3
Maybe a Yandere Stanford Pines x GN reader who only saw him as a close friend? They became friends when they were still in high-school up to this day! (Yes, reader did sort of wait 30 years for Ford and never forgot about him)
Maybe just Stanford obsessing over Reader romantically, and Reader just think him as the greatest best-friend ever!!
I LOVE ONE SIDED PINNING OKAY????
Stanford Pines x GN!Reader
UM UH,,, IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANONâ and it's something I'm not even proud of đđ
context btw; reader doesn't know about weirdmaggedon or fake death or entire lore, they dont tell them anything uhhh idk anymore
You took the bus to Gravity Falls! Stanley reached out to you after decades of not having contact. It was a bit sudden, but there's no way you're going to ignore his call.
Stanley Pines was the first man you saw when the Mystery Shack's door opened. Wrinkly, exhausted widened eyes looked at you in silence. He looked unprepared... kind of crusty musty... and very unhygienic.
"You look disgusting! I'm gonna hug you anyway!" you beamed, pulling him in for a big hug. Unwillingly, a strong whiff of his scent hits your nose. "You stink too! You haven't changed a bit, Stanley."
"Glad to know ya missed me," he laughed, giving you an affectionate noogie.
When Stan finally let you go, you looked up to see Ford. He stood in front of you, speechless as he stared into your eyes.
"...Ford," you grinned, walking towards him. In curiosity, you placed your palms on both his cheeks. He seemed to relax with your touch. "You changed a lot."
Your eyes, while they've wrinkled, are as warm as the day he last saw them. He smiled back, his large hand covering one of yours. Your smile widened when you saw his fingers. "And you aged beautifully."
Poetic as always! A laugh bubbled up your throat as you wrapped your arms around him.
He quickly returned the gesture, burying his face into your neck. He missed this. He missed you.
Your warmth didn't change. Fascinating.
"I missed you, man! How come you're such a silver fox now? Good for you!"
"I still have no idea what a silver fox is," he chuckled, already longing for you the second you pulled away from him.
Ford merely stood there for a few moments before he grimaced. Damn it. He still likes you, doesn't he?
It's been more than thirty years already. He thought he would have moved on, especially after the whole weirdmaggedon thing. Why would Stanley ever get the idea of calling you back here??
All of you now sat at the table with you in between the Pines twins. Mabel wore an apron, sophisticatedly offering you tea. The sweetheart made the recipe herself!
"So, how have you been doing these days?" Ford asked, resting his cheek on his palm. Every passing second with you, he gets reminded more and more of why he used to like you.
You are, after all, the first and only person to not call him any sort of names because of his hands.
"Oh, I mean, I've been financially doing well, and it's been a bit difficult to settle down with a partner... but," you blushed. "I think I finally found the one."
Ford coughed out violently, pounding a fist against his chest. He really shouldn't be surprised. He really shouldn't! You're bound to have found someone!
Get a grip. Fourty. Years.
...He truly had missed out on this dimension for such a long time.
...
The sky is dark. Dipper told you about the roof spot at the shack, and now you're here, thinking about life.
"Dipper said you'd be here," a voice murmured. You looked up and saw Ford walking up to you. Chuckling, you offered him a non-alcoholic drink.
"How many days will you be staying here again?" Ford asked as he sat next to you, sparing a small space between.
"A week at most," you shrugged, kicking your legs at the edge. Ford simply stared at you.
"I guess it'll be forever before we see you again, huh?" he mumbled.
You turned to him with a smile. "Of course not. You guys are invited to my wedding."
... Wedding.
A small huff left your lips. "We're so old now. I still remember being in high school and grouping up with you and Stan when a trio was needed. Good times."
Ford continued staring at you.
"You guys were my best friends. Probably not now, I mean, been decades since we last talked. That reminds me, what made you callâ"
Ford suddenly interrupted you with a hug.
"Woah, Fordsy, you miss me that much?" you laughed, hugging him back.
Don't call him that. His arms around you tightened.
You simply let him hug you.
It was such a long one.
And it only grew tighter by the second.
Like he never wanted to let you go again.
but his aim is getting better đŁïž
i love your idea so much btw, i too am a fan of one-sided pining.... the desperation yk.. I THINK I JUST SUCK AT WRITING FOR THAT WHAT đ (says the yandere blog)
#yanyan crumbs#yandere#yandere gravity falls#yandere x reader#gravity falls x reader#stanford pines#stanford pines x reader#yandere stanford pines x reader#ford pines x reader
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I need more dad logan content he's soo girl dad đđ I feel like he would get offended if someone said like "you must want a son" sorry smth đ
been a son | logan howlett
an: my dad literally thought i was going to be a boy (he wanted a son so bad) and now him and me are besties <3 anon, thanks for the request!! and if anyone thinks logan isnât girl dad coded TURN ON YOUR LOCATION I WANNA TALK!!! this could also work with old man logan if you want <3 and yes this is named after a nirvana song lol i love nirvana
Logan Howlett loved his girls. He would do anything for them. He protected them from anything and anyone. If someone looked at his girls the wrong way, Logan wouldnât hesitate to speak up.
It was a normal day with the Howlett family. Rogue was visiting for a few days so when Logan told her it was his turn to pick up Laura and Ada from school, she wanted to tag along. He didnât mind one bit.
They finally made it to the school where several parents were already parked in their cars waiting for their kids. Logan and Rogue exited the car and waited outside, taking advantage of the beautiful sunny day. After waiting and catching up with each other, the bell had rung signaling the end of another school day. It didnât take long for Laura and Ada to reunite with their dad and sister.
âMarie!â Ada tan up to Rogue and hugged her.
âHey, sugar! How was school?â Rogue asked. She then turned to Laura and hugged her as well. âDid you pass your math test?â
âAced it.â Laura showed the test to Logan and Rogue.
âI think that calls for ice cream, donât you think?â Logan smiled at the Howlett girls. Ada was telling Rogue about wanting to take ballet lessons when a pick up truck parked beside them.
The truck belonged to some guy that both you and Logan despised. He was your stereotypical asshole dad. His kids were in Adaâs class. Ada mentioned many times how they would pick on her.
âIâve never seen you around. You Loganâs kid too?â He asked Rogue, who clearly felt uncomfortable by his presence. All she did was nod. âIs your kid mute or what? Sweetheart, Iâm the friendliest guy in this whole damn town. Iâm Frank.â
âSheâs not mute. She doesnât want to talk to you, Frank.â Logan replied.
âFine, fine. So are all your girls freaks? Let me tell you, if your kids were sons, you wouldnât be disappointed. I mean every father wants sons, right? You must want at least one. The son carries your last name after all. Girls erase yours.â Frank went on and on. He just didnât know when to shut up.
Logan had enough. It was time to shut Frank up for good. He grabbed Frank by his shirt collar and slammed him against his truck. âDonât ever say another word about my girls,â as Logan held Frank, his claws started to come out making Frank fear for his life. The claw was so close to the manâs face that Frank was afraid to move the slightest bit. âGot it?â
Frank couldnât even get a proper word out. All he did was mumble what seemed like a âyesâ.
Loganâs claws went back in. He threw Frank to the ground and walked away as if nothing had happened between them. Obviously Laura wasnât going to let him off easy. As she passed by his truck, Lauraâs claws came out and punctured his tires. She took Adaâs hand and together they climbed into Loganâs car, Rogue sitting in the passenger seat.
Before leaving, Logan rolled down the window and smirked at Frank. âCan your son do that?â
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