#time travelers inc.

[eseomo]

Time travelers inc.

Hezzegard’s Portal

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[time-travel-incorporated]

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[switchedandbewitched]

Switched and Bewitched Chapter 7: Next time, we pair up like usual.

Chapters 1-9 are available on AO3!

Tim stood in front of The Gang, arms crossed, a hard look on his face. “Respectfully, I am in charge of t-this operation. As such, I d-decide where we investigate and I t-think it is t-too soon for you to ‘split up and look for clues’ when you’re f-first order of b-business was t-to visit a shop owned b-by a member of the D-dinkley f-family. You p-put the whole operation at risk.” 

“Respectfully,” Daphne began, batting her lashes. “We have years of mystery-solving experience. Not to mention that we have a trap-maker extraordinaire, a bona fide genius, a dog who is excellent at scentwork -”

“Rawww, ranks, Raphne.”

“- a top gymnast, and I have been taking martial arts lessons from Miyumi.” Daphne pointed to a young bodyguard leaning against the doorframe. Miyumi waved. “We are a highly capable team and can be much more helpful investigating than sitting here and learning about the future or researching.” 

“Now, let’s not knock research,” Velma said. “But Daphne is correct. We have done everything we can without physically investigating both Gatorsburg and Harbormill Forest. Preventing us from doing so will only serve to delay learning about time travel.” 

Tim pinched his nose, an action The Gang had come to recognize as a neon red sign not to continue to push. “F-fine. F-fine. B-but if your actions d-disrupt this operation, you’ll b-be the ones g-going b-back t-to 1996 and explaining yourselves t-to Uncle Shaggleford.” 

“Yes, sir, of course,” Fred said. “Our plan is for Daph and myself to head to Harbormill Forest and for Scooby, Shag, and Velma to head to Gatorsburg and investigate the witch’s swamp. This, uh, Google Maps thing says a highway connects Coolsville and Gatorsburg now, so we shouldn’t even be gone that long. We will call if we run into trouble.” Fred held up his phone and pointed to the screen. “See? 47 minutes.” 

Tim noted down Fred’s information on his tablet as he spoke. “No, no. That won’t d-do. Hmm. Miyumi, accompany F-fred and D-daphne. Marcie, accompany Shaggy and Velma.”

“Rey!”

“And Scooby-Doo,” Tim muttered. 

“Yes, sir,” Miyumi said. 

“Of course,” Marcie responded, promptly packing up her electronics. 

The Gang, plus Miyumi and Marcie, piled into the Mystery Machine. Fred, Daphne, and Miyumi up front and Velma, Marcie, Shaggy, and Scooby in the back. Tension hung in the air. Tim’s demanding tone and ever-shortening patience was beginning to wear on everyone, The Gang and Shaggleford staff alike. 

“Sooo... what kind of trouble did you guys get into in the 60s?” Miyumi asked. 

“Trouble? Us? Never!” Fred responded. “Nah, I’m just joking. CPD was on a first name basis with us. We’ve been mystery-solving for a while and that often requires... a little breaking and entering, trespassing, and a dash of destruction of property.”

“Freddie’s right. But we also spent time doing ‘normal’ teenager activities,” Daphne said. “Drive-in movies, beach parties, high school, and we were in our first years of college. I sure miss it...”

“I’m sorry, that sounds really hard, I didn’t mean --”

“It’s not all bad!” Daphne interrupted. “There are some things that I really like. It seems like anyone can do anything they want. I’m not saying things are perfect here, and I’m not saying I don’t miss home, but I’m excited that this is the future I have to look forward to. Even if I’ll be wrinkly and in my 70s.” 

Marcie looked at Velma and Shaggy. “What did you like to do before all this?”

“Like, I don’t know man, the usual stuff? Eat, head to the Malt Shop for a milkshake, hang out on the beach with a picnic basket, go to the roller rink and have a corndog.” 

“That all sounds very... food-oriented.” Marcie pushed her glasses up her nose. 

“I spent most of my time in class.  I graduated from Coolsville High two years early, so I was able to attend California State Polytechnic College with Freddie. Different majors, of course, but...” Velma sighed. “It was nice having a friend on campus, even if reading the Journal of Computational Physics isn’t on his to-do list.”

“It most definitely is not!” Fred called towards the back seat. 

“He’s too busy with Traps Illustrated,” Daphne whispered to Miyumi and giggled.

“I actually have the most recent issue right here, if you want to read it.” Marcie pulled out her tablet and fiddled with it for a moment. She handed the tablet to Velma and sure enough, Journal of Computational Physics Volume 465, dated 9/15/2022, was on the screen. 

Velma blushed slightly and looked away. “Thank you so much --”

Fred pulled off to the side of the road. “Harbormill forest. Time to split up.” Everyone filed out of the Mystery Machine. Fred tossed Shaggy the keys. “Be careful with my baby, Shag.”

Shaggy caught them with one hand. “Like, always.” 

Fred, Daphne, and Miyumi began the trek through Harbormill Forest. Fred snagged a map from the visitors’ center, the forest much easier to navigate uninjured and in the daytime. Locating the access road, the trio was able to backtrack to where The Gang had arrived. 

Daphne touched her face. “Ah, that branch looks familiar.” 

Fred began snapping photos of the area. “Daph, why don’t you take a look over there and Miyumi, over there? Does that work?”

“Fine with me, Freddie.”

Miyumi nodded and walked off towards the south side of the clearing. 

Fred began scaling the large pine tree Daphne had been caught in. About ten feet up, he found a piece of her skirt: confirmation that at least one of them had seemingly dropped from the sky. Fred balanced himself carefully and stood up, scanning as much of the forest as he could see. Off at the edge of the clearing was something colorful he couldn’t quite make out but was clearly not a natural feature. 

Meanwhile, Daphne surveyed the north edge of the clearing. Bramble and brush had clearly been crushed under a heavy weight recently, the ground underneath slightly dented. It must have taken a massive amount of power for us to end up scattered across this forest, dozens of feet away from one another, she thought to herself. Scratching her hand on thorns, she pulled a small black notebook from underneath the crushed plants. It was Velma’s notebook that she used to keep meticulous records of each case The Gang worked on. Daphne smiled. Velma would be thrilled to have this back and it might hold key information forgotten in the chaos. 

“Guys, I think you’ll want to take a look at this!” Miyumi called. 

Miyumi was standing near the colorful object, objects, actually, that Fred had spotted. On a large rock, just behind the clearing treeline, were four candles - red, blue, green, and yellow - half-melted and stuck to the rock with old wax. Symbols were carved into each candle, though neither Daphne nor Fred nor Miyumi could tell what the symbols were exactly. Fred snapped a photo. Around the rock were various partially burned herbs, clove cigarette butts, some crystals, and wood carvings. 

“Jeepers, this looks like witchcraft,” Daphne said. 

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” Fred mumbled, continuing to take photos. 

“Witchcraft is in right now,” Miyumi said, nodding. 

“What?!” Daphne exclaimed, shooting her a look. 

“It’s all over TikTok. Instagram. You name it. It’s really popular right now,” Miyumi said. 

“I only understood half of those words, but if you say so. Sounds like one hell of a hobby,” Daphne responded. She took another look, shook her head, and squatted down. After examining the candles for a moment she said, “I think these are fresh. If I leave candles out in my room for a few weeks, they start collecting dust. These are outdoors and still pretty clean.” She ran her finger over the top of the candle and then poked one of the cigarette butts. “And it rained a few days ago. These are dry. Definitely new.” 

“I think we should wait for Shaggy, Scoob, and Velma to get back and have ourselves a little stake out,” Fred said. “Marcie showed me how to reverse image search. I’m going to look these little wooden totems up.” 

“Sounds good. Just don’t call it a stake out or the guys will think we’re having a barbecue.” 

Shaggy slowly pulled off the road onto the muddy shoulder and shifted the Mystery Machine in park. “Fred’s going to, like, kill me if I get mud all over the Mystery Machine.” 

Velma patted his shoulder and hopped out, grabbing her kit from the back. 

“What’s our plan of action?” Marcie asked. 

“Soil samples, general search for clues. If I had the resources I would want to do a complete archeological grid search, but Tim isn’t going to dedicate those resources to this,” Velma responded. 

“He’s not an awful guy,” Marcie said as they walked deeper into the swamp. “He’s very science-oriented... he’s also very financially-oriented, but I’ve never seen him do anything without good reason.” 

“I’m willing to believe people our age are treated... a bit differently these days, but all of us are extremely capable adults who are used to making our own decisions. I just don’t particularly appreciate the tone he’s been taking lately.” Velma pushed her glasses up on her nose, scanning for familiar sights. The swamp had dried out a bit and grown in over the last 60 years. Based on her map, they were about a half-hour hike from the witch’s shack. 

The walk progressed quietly with Shaggy and Scooby in the front, Marcie and Velma behind. “Hey, like, uh... Marcie, Scooby, um, had a question for you.”

“Oh? What is it, Scooby?”

“He’s wondering... like what kind of technology is available for dogs in this day and age!” 

“I can’t say as that is my expertise, but I’m happy to share what I know.” 

Shaggy fell back in line with Velma as Marcie started explaining what an Air Tag was. 

“Are you doing alright?” Shaggy asked Velma, quietly so the others didn’t overhear. “We haven’t, like, had a ton of time to talk.”

“Yes, I’m doing a bit better. I talked to Daphne about... you know,” Velma gestured non-specifically in the air. 

“Was she cool with it?”

“Yes, she was fine with it. But we also talked about this whole experience the other night and I’m trying to look at the positives the way she is. For one thing, I am seeing the future of the scientific field before even the earliest steps are made in some fields -- a point made by Fred, too. A future where it is easier to be a ‘woman in STEM’ according to Marcie. And people just... date each other, marry each other -- whatever the case may be -- regardless of sexual orientation. And in most places, that’s... fine. It’s a non-issue.”

“Like, I agree. Groovy all around.” 

“I miss my family and you know how much I hate change, but I’m beginning to think it might be more difficult to go back than I thought it would be.” 

Shaggy shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and nodded. “Can’t disagree with you there, man.” 

Velma studied his face for a moment. “How are you? Really?

“How am I? Like, I’m Shaggy. As long as I’ve got Scoob and some food, I’m all good.” 

“Let’s try that again.” Velma’s disapproving look was brutal. 

Shaggy sighed and looked off in the distance, walking silently for a few moments. “I’m thinking a lot about, like, what I was doing back home. Part-time gym teacher at Calloway Military School, part-time cashier at Louie’s Pizza Palace. Living with Fred in our shitty 2 bedroom apartment. Not going steady with anyone, not going to school like the rest of you. Hell, I like, dropped out of Wetherby U after less than a semester! Then we find out there’s all this out here: time traveling, real magic - maybe - and our faces are in newspapers and books... I don’t know, man. What am I doing?”

“Does it matter what you’re doing if you’re happy?” Velma countered. 

“Am I happy?” Shaggy asked. 

“I don’t know, are you?”

“I’m, like, asking you! You’re my best friend,” Shaggy said, bumping Velma’s shoulder with his elbow. 

Velma clasped her hands together and then dropped them. “You’re my best friend, too, but I don’t think anyone else can make that determination. If you decide you want to do something else, the whole Gang will support you, you know that.” 

“I’d love to own my own restaurant. Just call it ‘Norville’s’ or something... sounds classy.”

Velma laughed a little. “You would eat all the food before the patrons could eat anything!” 

Shaggy grimaced slightly. “You’re probably right.” 

Oh, shit, Velma thought to herself. “No, Shag. I didn’t mean that. It was just a joke. If you want to open a restaurant, I’ll help you run the numbers. Fred could design the layout, and you know Daphne would kill for a professional interior design opportunity. You could even attend a culinary institute. Think about it.” 

“Thanks, Velma.” 

“And a Fi dog collar has a GPS tracking system that connects to a smart phone via an app, which would allow Shaggy to see where you were if you were ever in danger,” Marcie said to Scooby. 

Scooby shot a look over his shoulder at Shaggy, clearly saying, “Rou rowe re rone.”

“Is that...” Velma squinted. “Is that the witch’s shack?” She pulled out the map. 

Shaggy rubbed his chin, pensive. “I... like... think so? There’s not much left if it is...” 

He was right. The basic structure shape remained -- floor, some support beams, and the ghost of a roof -- but most of what they were looking at was rotted planks sticking out of thick mud. A scraggly tree had begun growing up through the floor planks and birds had built themselves a lovely 4 bedroom in the rafters. 

“No time like the pres -- You know what, nevermind. Let’s just get started,” Velma said. She set her kit down on a dry patch and promptly began collecting soil and plan samples. “Shaggy, can you please look over what’s left of the shack?”

Shaggy and Scooby quivered slightly. “...Sure thing.” 

Shaggy and Scooby carefully stepped through the empty doorway. The door was nowhere to be seen and the hinges were mostly disintegrated. Scooby gingerly stepped around the floorboards that had splintered around the tree. At a glance, there was nothing left in the shack. What had once been filled with furniture, potions, candles, jars, and sizable cauldron was now empty. The stone hearth had fallen in, damaging the structure even more. 

“Like, what do you think the police thought when they came to this wacky witch’s shack?” Shaggy asked Scooby. 

“Ri rave ro ridea,” Scooby said. “Ratanic reenagers, raybe?” 

Shaggy began pushing aside fragments of wood and rock, looking for anything that could be useful. “I bet she, like, packed everything up and took off after.” 

Outside the shack, Velma and Marcie had finished collecting samples and were surveying the grounds. Velma handed Marcie the photo of the unidentified gold object. “This is the clue I want more information about, but my hopes are not high. We can’t spend all afternoon digging up the swamp.” 

“No, but we can check the immediate area,” Marcie said with a smile. She reached into her backpack and pulled out some trowels. 

After about 20 minutes of digging with no success, Velma and Marcie were startled by a cry. 

“ZOINKS! Like, fuck, ow!” Shaggy’s cry immediately followed a loud crash. 

“Are you okay?!” Velma called, running over. 

“I slipped on some algae and my hand went through this board and now I’m, like, totally stuck,” Shaggy said. He was laying on his back, right hand stuck in a hole in the floor, and Scooby was attempting to pull him out with his teeth. Underneath him was a particularly slimy, green patch of algae. 

“Oh, brother,” Velma said. “Alright, let’s get you out of there.” 

With efforts from Velma, Marcie, and Scooby, Shaggy was freed from the nasty floor with some bruising and scrapes. 

Velma paused once he was freed. “Wait, look at that.” She pointed in the hole and then stuck her considerably smaller hand in. 

“Like, Velma, you just pulled me out of there!” 

“There’s something down there... I can’t quite... Marcie, can you hand me the trowel, please?”

“Certainly.”

Velma pulled her hand out and started hacking at the decaying wood with the trowel until the hole was big enough to produce one extremely rusty 12x12 inch metal box. She smiled. “Does this look at least 60 years old to you guys?” She stood, dusting herself off. “I think realistically we’ve done everything we can here. I propose we do one more once over and then head back to Fred and Daph.” 

Shaggy flashed a thumbs up. 

Back at Harbormill Forest, The Gang debriefed and swapped clues. Being that the box was locked, they needed to wait until returning to Shaggleford Manor to open it. Fred suggested whacking it with a hammer, but Velma was worried that it might damage the contents. About a half-hour before nightfall, The Gang, Miyumi, and Marcie positioned themselves around the clearing, ensuring they were out of sight. And then they waited... and waited... and waited. Around 9:00pm, Tim started calling and texting each of them quite frequently. Eventually, Miyumi and Marcie headed back to the van to explain to him what was going on. 

Still, they continued to wait, despite their legs falling asleep and Scooby and Shaggy’s stomachs rumbling. A little after 10:00pm, they saw the hint of a phone flashlight near the altar and faint voices. Moments later, a match was struck and the candles flickered to life, casting a faint glow on three women, maybe 18 or 19. In the dim light, The Gang had a hard time making out any more than hair color: red, blonde, and black. Two of them lit cigarettes and the third, the one with black hair, said “C’mon on, you’re going to fuck up your voices before our show tomorrow.” 

“Relax, Thorn, it’s one cigarette,” The blonde one responded, waving the smoke towards her. “You love smoking, too.”

“This doesn’t seem like magic,” Daphne whispered to Fred. They were squished together behind a tree, the closest to the supposed witches. The black haired one began mixing some herbs in a gray stone bowl. 

“It didn’t before, but it does now,” Fred said. He readied himself, crouching like a cat, and leapt forward with a yell. He tossed a net over two of the women, missing the third all together. 

“What the fuck!”

“Oh my god, an ax murderer!”

“Thorn, Luna! Are you okay?!” 

The three women screamed and stumbled backwards away from Fred, clearly terrified. Daphne rushed out from behind the tree. “Freddie! What did you do that for?! You scared them half to death!” She looked at the three women and held her hands up. “I am so sorry about my boyfriend. Here, let me help you.” The blonde woman grabbed one corner of the net and Daphne the other. With much tugging, they were able to untangle the net from the bushes and free the two women. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” The black-haried one yelled. “Do you make a habit of going around capturing people? C’mon guys, let’s get out of here.” They turned on their heels and started walking away. 

“Wait! Please. I’m so sorry. My name is Fred, this is Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, and Scooby-Doo. We just wanted to ask you some questions about your magic and thought you might be, you know, dangerous.” Fred called after them. Velma, Shaggy, and Scooby emerged from their respective hiding places and waved meekly. 

The three women looked at each other and snickered a little. “We don’t really do magic,” the blonde one said to him.  

Fred’s face fell. “You... you don’t?”

“We’re eco-goths. Kinda like Wiccans,” the one with the red afro elaborated. “We don’t do real spells. We mess around with this stuff for fun. Plus, it’s good for our image.”

“Then what is all this?” Velma asked. 

“Yeah, it looks awfully suspicious,” Daphne said. 

“It’s an herbal mixture to soothe our vocal cords. We’re singers. We come out here to smoke weed, have a drink, and hangout,” The black-haired one explained. “Did you really hide out here waiting for someone to come by so you could learn magic?”

“When you put it like that...” Daphne said. 

“It does sound a little... ridiculous...” Fred said. He looked away and ran his hand through his hair. I threw a net on three random women! I’m never going to live this down, he thought to himself. 

“Hey, like, you don’t know the full story. Don’t judge us,” Shaggy defended. 

The three women shrugged. One of them flipped on an electric lantern, instantly destroying the spooky candlelight ambience. The redhead took a drag from her cigarette and pointed at a small circle of rocks set back from the candles. “So, why don’t you tell us the full story, then?”

“By the way, I’m Thorn, this is Dusk, and over here is Luna.”

Read up to Chapter 9 on AO3!

[velvetboyette]

I just want to say for all my ancestors gave up to be called white when they can tell the difference they're still cruel it isn't the same but the way I was grassed in all white places for standing out with red hair hypersexualized since childhood and always touched without consent from tugging and pulling to weird caresses and little braids ppl left when I wasn't looking waiting I Lines and siut when it was real long (my hair was like ass length at one point)

I'm still a specifically because ... they really don't think redheads are real

Short stocky and red is like "oh wow aren't you a funny a relic I thought we threw you all away"

The only ONLY people who ever asked politely were older Irish people who'd say I reminded them of someone they'd loved and lost or had to leave behind esp when I was a young girl

And id happy let them hold my hair up or whatever they wanted

I'm like shaking with rage thinking about how we set our own culture on fire for THAT

So I could be in these extremely white situations (read Christian private school ) and still be what? Ostracized but I'm still allowed to attend so it's fine? Give me a break like literally

It's nothing compared to what I've witnessed the same people who did that to me do to black and brown people but it's not how they treat eachother I just

Wish I had any word for it growing up because it was more than bullying and my family didn't believe that they .. didn't trust me and I didn't understand why I thought something was wrong with me or that I'd done something

My crime was looking different in a way they'd been taught even as children to reject

I'm so angry I literally can't even think about how alone I felt and how when I moved to a public school with majority minorities it stopped right the fuck away. So much kindness and cultural exchange even tho I didn't have alot to give.

[operationrainfall]

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[sa-bo]

Writing sucks because I'm exclusively a darkfic author but I mainly consume non-darkfics so I can't even make friends with other fic writers on account of all the insane shit I post

[ladysophiebeckett]

why, on ffnet, in the ‘caroline in the city’ section--are there at least 4-5 fics about time travel? what was going on in the late 90′s that this was such common plot? and we’re not talking like, a groundhog day plot where they’re repeating the day. i mean something happens like a bump on the head, and then theyre in the future and get sent back to the present and it ends with either richard or caroline trying to make the ‘right decision’ so that they get the future they just saw. and why is the last one fm 2013 and why was it clearly plagiarized fm another fic fm 2001?? 

[moechies]

Ur fav guy fucking his mom pls pls

౨ৎ ⋆ take it, mommy ! ꨄ shidou ryusei ꒰ DARK CONTENT ꒱

sypnosis: grimy shidou fuckin' his mommy :(

content warnings 𝜚 𓈒 1.4k words ꒱ ince$t, yandere themes, pwop, tons of kissing, groping, no prep, creampie, whiny needy ryu, name usage including . . mommy, mama

“ryusei ! get off me!”

“no.. i love you, love y’so much mommy. missed you soo much.” he purrs against your warm skin. his heavy body lays atop of you, keeping you still below him as he grabs at your face and pressing sloppy kisses anywhere he deems possible; like a bunny in heat.

“n-not now, ryusei, mommy’s got things to do, okay?”

“y’really can’t spend some quality time with your son?” he pouts, a sight you’re never used to seeing. it makes your heart ache, and you sigh.

“b-but, i have to cook—“

“i can help you with that later, ‘kay? jus’ miss you mama, don’t leave me.”

you shrivel under his touch, finding it hard to respond with anything other than your usual ‘yes, of course i won’t .’ he attempts to read into your expression, looking for any sign of reassurance. he sighs with relief when you smile, burying himself in the crook of your collarbone when you run a hand through the soft of his fluffy hair. because he knows, knows that you’ve fallen into his trap once again.

. . ♡

ryusei only loves you. maybe it’s the fact that you’re the only one out of thousands of individuals that he’s ever met, that has shown him unconditional love. spending the last 20 years of your life grooming him, nurturing him, regardless of anything that has happened within the span of his fucked up life, he’s never found another like his own mother.

he can’t help but love you more than a son should love his mother, clinging onto you at any moment given possible when he isn’t out solely to play soccer for his profession.

the brat almost always gets into dangerous situations after a bad game, rushing home to find comfort in his mothers presence, as well as in her sloppy cunt. you attempt to scold him, but everything simply goes in one ear and out the next when he’s desperate for some lovin’ from his mother.

“i know.. i know already, okay? jus’ missed you so much. couldn’t wait to come home..” he mumbles, pressing his hot lips against yours. it’s overwhelming, his soft hands roaming your body and groping the flesh of your tits from under your shirt, the soft fat of them falling in between his fingers. “really just missed you s’much mama. forgive me, ‘kay?”

how heartless would you be if you didn’t ?

♡ . .

“w’na make you feel good. can i , mommy ? please ? w’na have you so bad.” he whines, fingers tugging at your shirt, quickly pulling them above your tits causing you to squeal. he wastes no time listening to your complaints, whining about how he’s too crude, and how he needs to be patient, instead he quickly latches onto your swollen bud. his strained cock unwittingly humps into the sheets, the wet sticky patch that leaks from his cock head dirtying his boxers.

ones you’d have to wash later, and look back on the ‘guilt‘ of your two’s doings.

he’s messy, and his spit coats not only your puffy areola but the fat of your tit. he gropes at your tit simultaneously, causing you to arch your back away from the rough sensation.

“r-ryusei hnn— too rough.”

“sorryyy. . didn’t mean t’mommy.” he mumbles, catching your lips in a heated kiss.

meanwhile, his hand travels below, pulling himself out of the confinement of his boxers. he sighs into your mouth out of relief, the warmth of his shaft unintentionally rubbing against your naked thigh. it makes you whine, squeezing your eyes tight.

“ryusei..” you mumble into the kiss , catching his attention. “you’re such a good boy f’mommy baby.” you coo with a light smile. his gaze softens, an ill-intentioned grin that spreads across his face. he yearns for your free hand, intertwining his bigger fingers with yours.

“can i fuck you now ? please, can’t wait anymore. it hurts , mommy.” he whines, leading your gaze down below where he fervidly attempts to rub out the ache in his cock. it’s a sight you’ve seen many times before, but one that you’re never able to get used to.

he’s heavy, and thick, the rotund tip leaking of creamy pre. his balls swell with need, desperate for any sort of release. he’s thickest around the middle, veins bulging across the entirety of his fat shaft. you find yourself salivating at the sight, quickly tidying your appearance before he has time to make fun of your expression.

“such a pretty sight, baby.” you coo, hoisting yourself onto your forearms to press a soft kiss against his cheek.

“t-thank you, mommy.” he mumbles, a light blush of pink painting over his cheeks. he’s unable to look into you, embarrassed, but doesn’t waste time to press a kiss on the tip of your nose to show his appreciation.

he rubs the swollen head against the pudgy slit of your cunt waiting for approval, shivering when he feels his pre mix into the slick of your arousal. his grip on your hand grows tighter, attempting to press further into your silky cunt.

“mommy, please—“

“mhm, be good for mommy, okay? go ahead, p-put it in, ryusei.”

you find yourself barely able to breathe throughout the the desperation, watching as his pupils grow into large black voids, shaped into hearts.

he wastes no time, quickly guiding his cock into the depths of your cunt. the arousal caused upon his teasing causes a slip, his creamy head accidently nudging over your puffy clit, making you jolt against him. he mumbles out insincere apologies, head empty other than the thought of getting in his mother’s cunt.

he nearly cums when he successfully fucks into you, your tight walls pulsating and gripping around him like no other. you squeal at the stretch, free hand coming up to push at his chest in an attempt to slow his movements.

“wait— ryu !”

“mommy,” he whines, on the brink of tears. if his eyes hadn’t been rolled back into his fucking skull, you’d very obviously see tears beading in the socket of his rosy irises.

“r-ryu,” you cry. “feels s’ good. y-you’re making mommy feel so good..”

his chest swells with pride, yearning to hear more of your honey-like praises.

he humps into you lazily, his breaths heavy and to be heard from rooms away. minimal sweat beads across the crown of his forehead, his gaze pacing back and forth from your frenzied state to down below where you two connect.

your cunt accommodates his girth perfectly, fat folds stretching to painful limits just enough to fit his cock. every thrust leaves a coat of pearlescent cream around him forming a ring, slow dribbles of cum spilling down and coating the tight rim below.

“l-love you, only you, love your pussy s’much, i— thankyouthankyouthank—“ his rambles are stopped by a kiss, but to no avail as he continues chanting against your lips. his hands rub up on every inch of your skin desperately, roughly fondling your messy tits, eager to feel more.

“wan’ you to cum, please, cum ‘round me mama. please—“ he mumbles meekly into your neck, bodies held together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

his thrusts become heavy and sloppy, leaving no room for you to squirm away as he holds tight. “hnn— r-ryu, it hurts— think ‘m g-gonna cum,” you cry, shimmery tears dragging along your dewy cheek. red painful streaks paint the back of the football player, but he pays no mind.

“cum, mommy, cum on it.” he moans breathlessly.

you’d never miss a chance to. your cunt convulses around him violently, pushing him over the edge at the given moment. creamy cum coats the insides, painting your walls white as his fat load seems to be never ending, filling your little cunt to the brim.

“ryusei, t-too much! wait !”

“take i-it, pleasee hnn—, just be still and take it f’me—“

he holds you tight, hindering your attempt to scramble away from the feeling, being sure you feel every inch, every drop of his heavy load.

he withdraws his limp cock from you unwillingly, whining at the sensitivity when your cunt clenches around his swelled tip.

he light smile spreads across his lips as he watches his load leak out of you involuntarily, painting the sheets white. he does nothing to prevent the mess, simply watching from afar dreaming of doing it again.

“love you, mommy.” he speaks quietly, gently grabbing your face on both sides to pucker your swollen lips before pressing a heavy kiss. he adores your fucked out expression, barely awoke but still conscious enough to shoot him a smile, and a honeyed, “i love you too, ryusei. ♡”

“goodnight, mommy. sleep tight. ♡”

[eseomo]

You know say this na high budget music video… fuel dey cost.

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Switched and Bewitched

Chapter 4: There’s a very logical explanation for all this

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“Why the hell are you guys sleeping together?” Daphne hissed. Light had just begun seeping through Velma’s bedroom windows. It was 6am at the latest. Velma stirred slightly and Shaggy’s eyes slowly opened. Scooby was still dead asleep between them, snoring. “Is there something... going... on?” Daphne’s eyebrow raised. 

“Like, no, Daph. Did you forget I’m a scaredy cat? On what planet would I sleep alone in a big, unfamiliar -” he yawned “house in, like, the future. Are you crazy?” 

Without opening her eyes, Velma said, “There’s more going on between Shaggy and a chocolate sardine sandwich than there is between the two of us. Why are you in here so early?”

“I wanted all of us to talk without Tim around. That guy gives me the creeps. Can you come down to Fred’s room?” 

They gently roused Scooby and rolled out of bed. Velma grabbed her glasses from the nightstand and they padded after Daphne, as quietly as possible. Fred was in a hospital bed, an IV still in his arm, but overall looked much better than when they had seen him at Coolsville Memorial. 

Daphne placed a hand on his forehead. “Fred, honey. Wake up.” 

Fred snorted and woke up with a start. “Hey, babe -- uh, everyone.”

“Like, up ‘n’ at ‘em, big guy,” Shaggy said. 

“Are you up for a little early morning mystery solving?” Velma asked. 

Fred carefully pulled himself into a sitting position with Daphne’s help. His attempt to put on a brave face was semi-successful at best. “Of course, Gang. You know me, I’m up for some good ol’ fashioned mystery-solving any day, any time. What do we have?”

Fred’s room was set up to support trap planning, which fortunately included a wall-sized white board opposite the bed. Velma rolled up her pajama sleeves, tossed an Expo marker to Shaggy and Daphne, and divided the board into 5 sections. “I want to know who remembers what and see if there are common themes.” 

“Sounds like a good place to start,” Fred said. “I remember entering the witch’s cabin and, during the struggle with her, there was a blinding light. Purple maybe? Blue? I’m not really sure.”

Velma jotted down the date of the encounter with the witch and Fred’s account. 

Daphne approached the board, notating similar details, and followed it up with, “I agree with what Freddie said, but I saw she had something in her hand.” 

“Nothing to add here,” Shaggy said.

“Rike, re reither.” 

“I’m having flashes of... other things...” Fred added. “Things that don’t make sense.” 

“Like, me, too, man!”

“Reah.”

“Same here.” Daphne nodded. “I noticed it almost as soon as we got here. I’m so... confused.” 

The Gang spent the next hour compiling a list of all the memories they had that seemed to belong to someone else. Many of them didn’t make sense, but they were able to connect a handful together. In the end, the lists read as: 

VELMA:

Hawai’i 

Witch doctor

Time Period: 1960s/1970s

Hotel (location unknown)

Vampire

Time Period: Unknown

Crystal Cove HS

Dating Shaggy

Time Period: Unknown. Estimated 2000s. 

Wedding dress

Time Period: Post 1900s. Approx. early 2000s. 

What does “Hot Dog Water” signify? 

No other identifying information.

Southern zombies ($)

Time Period: Unknown, unclear. 

Boyfriend named Winsor 

Time Period: Unknown, unclear.

DAPHNE:

Little boy in a yellow sweatshirt. Located in snowy mountains. (#)

Bright red van. It could be the mystery machine. 

Playing a game called “Wizards and Warlocks.” 

Yelling about an open window. 

Hosting a television show with Freddie and investigating a mystery involving zombies and... a giant lobster? 

Talking robot bird. Located in a Spanish-speaking country.  

FRED:

Beignets in LA with the Gang; zombies; no traps on record.  

Red Herring and a motorcycle (let the record show that Red Herring WAS responsible)

Investigating gator people in gatorsburg (go figure). 

Woman dressed in black/red with a bat necklace -- a singer? Absolutely, positively, definitely not as pretty as Daphne. 

Group camping trip resulting in investigation of a sheep laundering business. No, not washing sheep. 

SHAGGY:

SPAGHETTI... I MEAN A YETI 

CHINATOWN ON NEW YEAR’S EVE -- SAN FRAN (I COULD TELL BY THE EGG ROLLS)

BOY, MUSTARD YELLOW SWEATSHIRT (#)

SCRAPPY-DOO (%)

RED SHIRT, BLUE PANTS -- > HAIRY MONSTER (RED SHIRTS IN DRAWER UPSTAIRS?)

CRYSTAL COVE (*)

SEXY ALIEN GIRL (LIKE, TOTALLY THE MOST GROOVY LADY)

SCOOBY: 

RAPPY-DOO (%)

RAVEMAN RIN ROCK ROF RICE

“Clearly some of these “memories” are connected,” Fred said. 

“There doesn’t seem to be a particular pattern, however,” Velma said. She stood in front of the white board, brow furrowed, as she identified sets of memories with various symbols. 

“Shaggy, must we put “sexy alien girl” on the board?” 

Shaggy sighed. “Like, Daph, it’s the only positive memory I’ve gotten out of this. So yes, sexy alien girl is staying on the board. I can’t even describe how groovy she was... is? Man, this time thing is confusing me.” 

Daphne pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of the board. “There, now we can keep a copy of it.”

“Excellent idea,” Velma said. “Fred, how are you feeling?’

“I’m alright. Getting better every day, you know?”

“Like, how are you actually feeling, Freddie?” Shaggy asked. 

Fred rolled his eyes. “Awful. I feel awful. They said I almost died! 

“I, for one, am glad you didn’t.” Daphne said, kissing Fred and hugging him carefully. 

“Me, too,” Shaggy said, crashing their hug. Velma and Scooby both followed suit. “Like, is it time for breakfast yet?”

“We can table this for now,” Fred said. “I don’t see us putting these pieces together any time soon.” 

The staff at Shaggleford Manor served a large breakfast of pancakes, bacon, sausage, fresh fruit, eggs, orange juice, and coffee. Shaggy and Scooby took six of everything, of course. The nurse wheeled Fred out to the table and the guys started chatting about the last football game they had watched: 49ers vs. the Cowboys on 11/27/1969. Velma, normally one for a chatty group breakfast, grabbed a bowl of fruit and wandered out to the front porch. She sat, looking over the unfamiliar Coolsville. Daphne followed behind a few minutes later, sitting next to her on the steps. 

“Are you doing okay?” Daphne asked. 

“No. Are you?”

“No,” Daphne said. She delicately picked at her cuticles. Her decades-old manicure was chipping. 

Velma nodded, staring ahead, and quietly bit into an apple. 

“Sooooo... you and Shaggy, huh? Sleeping in the same bed? Dating him in one of your memories?” Daphne teased, bumping Velma’s shoulder with her own. “Do you have a crush on him? Are you guys together? C’mon, you can tell me.” 

“No, I don’t have a crush on him and no, we are not dating. I already told you, there’s more going on between Shaggy and a sandwich than between me and him. And we don’t know that they’re memories, per se. They could be part of whatever the witch did to us or something our scrambled brains developed as a coping mechanism for neurological trauma.”

“I just think you two would make a really cute couple. And clearly you like him at least a little bit if your brain is responding to ‘neurological trauma’ by creating a fantasy where you two are together.” 

Velma set the apple core on the plate and made eye contact with Daphne. “Shaggy isn’t my type, Daph. I don’t like him, he doesn’t like me.” 

Daphne pouted a little bit. “You never bring anyone around. You know you could, right? Have you even dated anyone since starting college?” 

“No, I haven’t. Just leave it alone.” Velma felt herself on the verge of an anxiety attack. Honestly, she had been teetering on the edge of an anxiety attack since the Gang landed in the future. Everything was so fast and confusing here. 

“I don’t understand why you won’t talk about boys with me. I know I’m dating Fred, but I promise I wouldn’t make it awkward or anything. I just want to see you happy and other than that one date sophomore --” 

Velma pinched the bridge of her nose under her glasses and stood up, shaking. “Jesus fucking Christ, Daphne. I think I’m gay. Okay? I’m not going to be talking about boys with you.” 

“Uh. Oh.” Daphne blinked and fell silent. “Are - are you sure?”

Velma paced around the grass. “Yes.”

There was a long, tense silence that felt like it lasted hours. “That’s... that’s okay.” Daphne cleared her throat. “That’s okay.” 

Velma stopped pacing. “...Really?” 

Daphne nodded. “Does anyone else know?”

“Shaggy. Just Shaggy. He asked me a while ago and there was a bit of a... lightbulb moment...”

“Is this why you’ve been so distant all year?’

“Yes.” 

Daphne patted the step beside her and Velma sat back down. Daphne threw her arm around Velma’s shoulder’s. “We’ve been friends since we were kids. This doesn’t change anything. And I have missed you so much. I thought I did something to make you stop hanging out with me one on one.” 

“I didn’t know how to talk to you about this. I certainly didn’t think it would take a trip to the future.” 

“You know, I have a gay cousin. I could invite her over when we get back and maybe -”

“Daphne!” 

“Okay, okay. You let me know when you’re ready.”

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[foone]

A world of friends

In the late 2030s, a research lab discovers how to travel to alternate earths. And what's even better, they've figured out how to best monetize it too: tourism.

See it turns out there's not a lot of variation. There's a nearly infinite number of earths, but it's not like you're traveling to an alien planet or Narnia. They're all pretty... Earthy.

And they turn that into a positive: all earths are similar, but the small differences are what counts. And they're always searching for worlds with interesting divergences from our own, as potential destinations.

Spend a weekend with Netflix on the world where Walter Disney became a little-known architect, and the face of children's media is completely different. Visit the world where the US Revolution failed, and most of the Americas remains part of the commonwealth.

Safari through the world where humans died out or never evolved, see the megafauna we weren't around to extinct.

The world where the planet's population is 97% Christian but they're also nudists because they associate nudity with the innocence of the Garden of Eden.

And if you're looking for a challenge, visit the world's where climate change has already melted the ice caps, the world's where the cold war went hot, the world where the first world war is also the last one, and it's still ongoing.

There's just one minor problem with their plan of setting up an industry to portal people to other worlds:

Someone else is already using it.

Their interdimensional tech relies on creating wormholes using a complex arrangement of superconducting magnets and there's a characteristic burst of neutrinos when the event horizon forms.

They have to monitor them to properly "aim" the wormhole, but their early work is thrown off by seeing spurious emissions coming from outside their facility, which they later realize are exactly matching their technology.

They're just seeing the wormholes from the other end.

They partner with a government agency, explaining their discovery, and express worry that the country (and the world!) may be getting infiltrated by an off world power.

They build sensors in major cities, and triangulate where the off-worlders are appearing, and follow them.

They seem harmless enough. Often skittish, taking lots of pictures, asking odd questions... These aren't security agents or an invading force.

They're just tourists. They're from another world's interdimensional tourism business. One that set up before ours.

But why are they here? What's so odd about our world among the trillions they have access to that makes them come here with cameras fully loaded with film and memory cards?

The security agents pour over surveillance tapes of them wandering around random cities, and finally spot (no pun intended) why they're here.

It's dogs.

The tourists are skittish around seeing people walking their dogs, they're taking pictures of corgis and greyhounds, they're visiting petstores and ignoring the cats and iguanas and tropical fish to go look at the most boring mutts, eyes full of wonder and fear and excitement...

One of the tourists is picked up by the security services, but hits their panic button and vanishes before they can be questioned. They leave behind a Daguerre Inc 2090 DSLR camera full of slightly blurry photos of dogs, and a pamphlet that fell out of their bag in the scuffle

The pamphlet is for this interdimensional vacation, and describes the weirdness of our world: The strange universe where humans somehow befriended wild wolves and let them into their homes and lives.

The pamphlet plays up the scariness of canines, showing Tibetan mastiffs and angry pitbulls biting into meat. Police dogs with titanium teeth replacements. There's very few pictures of chihuahuas and corgis and poodles.

So the next time you're at an animal rescue or a petting zoo, and you see someone looking on in fear and wonder at the amazing sight of a golden retriever puppy, their camera shutter clicking away...

Maybe ask them who the president is. And what year we landed on the moon.

And don't be too surprised if they answer "You mean the Prime Minister? It's still Thiers, right? I haven't been reading the papers much recently. And 1956, unless you're one of those pedantics who say it only counts if it was successful, in which case 1958"

(reposted from a twitter thread from 2022)

[two-white-butterflies]

★ — imgonnagetyouback | max verstappen

Description: Max ends the relationship with a phone-call.

Pairing: actress!reader/max verstappen

Disclaimer: Everything written in this fanfic holds no truth about anyone's personality or actions. It is made purely for entertainment.

A/N: everything i do used to be inspired by the 2014 ver. grimes. reader is unhinged as her, but gets development in the end!! THIS IS AN ODE TO THE "MONSTER" TITLED FIC I READ ABOUT LEE PACE.

"Let's break up."

Let's break up.

You could still hear the aftertaste of his voice on your ears. How nonchalant he sounded while denying a relationship of seven years. Why was he quick to leave? Did he find someone else?

You sniffled, wiping your snot with a tissue on your right.

I'm gonna get revenge.

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yourname: me, the dogs and @edmundquandt

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maxversworldargentina: huh isn't she dating max? did u break up?

reversethismess: Who is he?

victoriaverstappen: ❤️

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Y/N L/N AND FORMULA ONE DRIVER, MAX VERSTAPPEN CONFIRM THEIR BREAKUP.

Yesterday UMG Inc. Agency released a statement to SSN confirming the breakup between Y/N L/N and her Formula One boyfriend.

The pair began to date each other in 2017, where Verstappen was accepted into Toro Rosso and Redbull Racing. They have been together for 7 years and have been dubbed as the most iconic couple in the Formula One paddocks.

Rumors between the two splitting emerged late March, however the couple affirmed that they were still dating each other. On December, however the netizens were greeted with radio silence.

According to L/N's team: the breakup was mutually agreed upon, as they grew apart from all the travelling required for their job.

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grills93: I can't make it go away by making you a villain, I guess it's the price I pay for seven years in heaven.

lnworld: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AND HER NEW INSTA POST WITH EDMUND???? NOOOOOOO

carshfo: she defo cheated with edmund bcs no way lol

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Max's pulse was racing at the sight of you around another man's arms. Seeing your arms wrapped around his shoulders, leaning into him for balance as you laughed at a joke that wasn't funny at all. "- and then we found out that there wasn't a building in the hotel with those rooms." Edmund finished his joke.

By that time, you were already laughing uncontrollably.

Max clenched his jaw.

A piece of his heart regretted breaking up with you.

"Control yourself mate, he's a big investor." Yuri reminds.

Max didn't give a flying fuck. He didn't own any Redbull stocks. He's a good driver, this Edmund Quandt has nothing on him. His features only soften once he remembered the reason why he broke up with you. He wanted to focus more on his career. He wanted to test the pond for more fish.

He needed upgrades on his car.

Fuck.

He needed to chafe his knees for this guy.

"Funnily enough, when I was in Texas I had a similar encounter. I knew exactly what to do." Edmund placed a hand on the small of your back. Max prevents his eyelids from twitching.

Charles smiles, showing the crowd his dimpled cheeks. Charles always had the ability to charm other people. He was perfect, and now he's friends with Mr. Quandt whom he only met.

"I'm sorry for asking this Edmund, but are you two...?" Charles paused, allowing the other man to fill in the blanks. Edmund smiles - pearly white teeth and a godly physique.

Max doesn't fail to observe the glance that Edmund gives you, a look that asked for your permission.

"We're dating each other, for a month now - but we're still testing the waters." you chuckled, ignoring the presence of your ex-boyfriend despite his figure melancholily staring at you.

"I just want to put a ring on her." Edmund admits.

The other people fade into the background.

"My father always says, give her a ring with a big diamond so she won't be able to see how much of a monster you are." he teased.

"You're not a monster." your eyebrows merged into each other.

Max wanted to punch the air.

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yournamepriv: i love this big baby 🥺 @e123456

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haileybeiber: i love this for u omgg

sophierichiegrange: So cute ❤️🥺

e123456: You got my good side! - yournamepriv: Ur good side is 360 degs

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Max takes a deep breath. Again.

You forgot to remove him as a mutual in your private account. And he was greeted by a picture of you kissing Edmund Quandt. His mind raced through a million different thoughts. Regret, anger, resentment - but they were mostly filled of regret.

He didn't appreciate what he got, and now it's gone.

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maxandynfanbase: do you get deja vu? 😭

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mercyplease9: EDMUND IS SO TALL??

ohnoaosd9: lewis we can see u 💀

holyhell1: i like pic 2 more

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yourname: visited some mangrove swamps with this big baby. 🥺your integrity makes me seem small... #savethemangroves tagged: edmundquandt

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taylorswift: You and Edmund have the KINDEST heart. - yourname: thanks taytay i wanna see u and trav here next time - taylorswift: Will do! I'll tell you when my schedule clears up. - yourname: love u ❤️

haileybeiber: We love a momma who cares

sophierichiegrange: <3

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"I can't believe she's out there helping the fucking mangroves." Max places his phone on the couch.

He couldn't believe your sudden change in tune, that drastic of a change to come from someone like you? "She used to complain being in the EU because it meant not using plastic straws." he breathed, still choosing to believe that you were like him.

Still the same crazy. Still the same stupid.

"She's really being fake for him." he shook his head.

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yourname: i totes know how to play 🎾 this friday we're having an event for all the young racecar drivers that unfortunately can't afford to pursue the sport. all proceeds will go to @bmwfoundationsports and the @grandprixtrust !!

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edmundquandt: ❤️

CharlesLeclerc: Will be in attendance. 🫡

oracleredbullracing: We love a Queen with a good heart

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maxverstappenupdates: Max Verstappen in @bmwfoundationsports and @grandprixtrust.

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youalloverme: HE LOOKS SO SAD...

maxismybf: Hadnsumm

posyposie: wondering if a dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life

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He takes another sip of his whiskey, forgetting about the cameras that snapped his figure left and right. There were a million things he wanted to say to you, but he wanted to start with a question.

"I never imagined seeing you change yourself for a guy." he scoffed.

You turned around with your eyebrows raised. Flabbergasted at his insinuation. "Change myself?" you repeated the word, finding it to be hilarious on his tongue.

"The whole save the earth, save the kids thing - you don't care about that. I understand though, money is money and your boyfriend has a lot of that." Max allowed the alcohol to speak in his behalf.

"You don't have the right to talk about me or my integrity. You abandoned me, remember?" you argued, feeling anger pulse through your veins.

Since he left, you tried to make yourself better.

"When I was with you, we were both horrible people. Quite literally the rich people cliche that we promised not to become. I guess you were right, we weren't growing together - and now I've become a better person without you - all because of Edmund." you gritted your teeth, grabbing the champagne on the table before the media realized that the 'ex-lovers' were talking to each other.

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I'm gonna get revenge.

That night you planned to ruin his chance at winning by exposing a flaw in the car that would allow the other drivers to overtake him. A button outside of the car - with the engineers that could remotely turn off a key engine that allowed his car to move faster.

He told you about it because driving at that speed endangers his life, and if you were the only one in the administration panel that knew about it - he made it your duty to push that button.

You grabbed your laptop, sneaking inside the garage. "What are you doing?" a voice emerged from behind you, and you momentarily stopped with the program.

You turned around - only to be greeted with your ex-boyfriend, Edmund Quandt. A man that your parents adored. A man whom everyone thought was going to become your husband, and he was here - behind you. Looking at you.

"Just grabbing my things, I won't be here anymore." you lied. Despite your obvious lie, he chose to give you the benefit of the doubt. He always kinda chose to see the better side of a person, rather than thinking the worst of them first.

"Oh why is that?" he asked with a smile. "Because of things..." you evaded the question - not wanting to rant about your other ex-boyfriend that broke up with you because of a phone call.

"Are you done with grabbing your things?" his eyes narrowed.

"Oh yeah." you breathed.

You had to evade your plan of revenge.

"Do you want to grab some coffee?" he offered.

"Of course."

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Max Verstappen I'm really sorry for doing that. Must be all the Whiskey I drank 😅

Y/N L/N Drunk actions are sober thoughts, Max

Max Verstappen I still shouldn't have confronted you It's just really weird seeing you post things like save the turtles, donate to the kids we never gave a fuck about those 😆

Y/N L/N Yeah, I didn't care about them But now I do We used to be the same but now we aren't

Max Verstappen ?

Y/N L/N You broke up with me because you wanted to focus on your career Because all you care about is money and success We both got stuck on that We didn't see the value in other things When we broke up, Edmund brought me back to earth Opened my eyes to the privilege we've been granted

Y/N L/N Take this as a warning Max The high life isn't gonna last forever

*blocked*

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Shakira - Ojos Así 1999

"Ojos Así" is a song by Colombian singer Shakira and was released as the fifth single from her fourth studio album, Dónde Están los Ladrones? (1998). Infused with nuances of Arabic pop, the lyrics tell of the singer travelling the world but not having seen eyes like her lover's. It was written by Shakira, composed and produced by her, Pablo Flores, and Javier Garza. It is sung mostly in Spanish, with a few verses and backing chorus in Arabic. It was later adapted into English by Gloria Estefan as "Eyes Like Yours" and included on Shakira's first English studio album Laundry Service (2001). Music critics praised "Ojos Así" as one of the album's best tracks. "Eyes Like Yours", however, was met with a less favourable reception, with reviewers commenting that it paled compared to the original. At the inaugural Latin Grammy Awards in 2000, "Ojos Así" won Best Female Pop Vocal Performance and received a Broadcast Music, Inc. (BMI) Latin Award in 2002. The music video won the International Viewer's Choice Award (North) at the 2000 MTV Video Music Awards. "Ojos Así" ranked on several charts in Europe and was a top-ten hit on the Billboard Latin Pop Airplay chart in USA. It received a total of 78,8% yes votes!

[mymindisneverhere]

FAVORS (18+)

warnings: 18+ MDNI!, sub!Terry, soft dom!black fem OC, explicit language, slight smut, a bit of a slow burn (forgive me if I missed any)

summary: Terry starts a new job at a warehouse after losing his life savings. He becomes acquainted with all of the workers except for one… the boss’ daughter.

Part One

“You alright over there Terry?”

“Yeah I’m good.” Terry responded.

He lifted the large boxes with ease, tossing them onto the back of the truck as they traveled down the conveyor belt. With each toss he’d let out a grunt, onlookers assumed it was from struggle but it was nothing other than frustration.

Terry had just secured a job at a local warehouse where he would load each delivery truck with boxes filled with parts for cars, motorcycles, trucks, etc. It was his only option after losing all of his life savings to a crooked police department.

Of course his experience in the Marines and his education made him a quick hire for the position. After a few weeks of orientation, training, and learning his new work schedule, he had fallen right in with the other workers who had been on the job for decades.

She watched him like hawk on the surveillance cameras, her freshly manicured tips tapping the sides of her coffee mug. She didn’t orchestrate any of the interviews or handle any of the paperwork that came with hiring people because she didn’t care to. She was solely there to do one thing and one thing only, find her next partner.

Terry had met all of the staff members on the job during his orientation. Supervisors, team leads, those with special assignments and floor workers, the same as he. There was only one person he had yet to meet, the CEOs daughter, Khloé MacArthur, the head bitch in charge.

MacArthur Motors and Parts Inc. was established in 1989 by a man named John MacArthur. There were a decent number of locations down south but his daughter only visited the ones closest to home. However Khloé visited very rarely, usually to spy on the workers and search for her new piece of meat.

She watched closely, observing his every move. Her eyes roamed from his face, admiring his naturally arched eyebrows, down to his full pink lips, his strong neck, and lastly to his chest that flexed every time he lifted a new box. The gray company shirt he wore wasn’t tight but it was no secret that when he wasn’t at work, he was in the gym religiously.

Jobs that require hard labor always had the perfect associates to fulfill her needs. Usually tall, muscular, a few tattoos and oozing masculinity. There was nothing she enjoyed more than making a big dog her bitch.

This new piece of meat she had her eyes on was nothing like she had in the past. He was pretty, no fuck that, he was beautiful. Everything about him fit perfectly in her sexual fantasy. She could see it clear as day in her mind, his big hands gripping her throat and that tight ass clenching every time he filled her up.

“Ms. MacArthur?” Olivia, the warehouse clerk and her personal assistant, called out to her, interrupting her thoughts.

“What?” Khloé snapped her head in Olivia’s direction, not bothering to hide her annoyance.

“Y-your father’s on the line ma’am, h-he wants to know if you can make it in t-time for dinner tomorrow tonight?” Olivia notified.

“I’ll pick it up.” She rolled her eyes, walking over to the phone. “Knock next time or that’s a write up!”

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry.” Olivia stammered out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

She picked up the phone and smiled.

“Yes Daddy?” She answered in her usual sweet voice. The voice she used only for her father… and her prey.

“How’s my princess doing?”

“Fine, just doing my check-ins as usual.” She responded.

“That’s my girl, always making sure the business is running smoothly.” He said. “Have you found a date for the annual banquet?”

There it was, the real reason he was calling.

“No daddy, I don’t need a date for a family banquet.” She responded in a fake tone, trying hard to mask her irritation.

“Your sisters got her husband, your brothers got his finance, all of your cousins have partners. Do you want to be the only one there without someone for the third year in a row?” He asked, hoping to hit a nerve.

Every year the MacArthur family would get together and celebrate their accomplishments and achievements for the year. Some families had family reunions, hers had family banquets. They’d dress up in gorgeous gowns and tailored tuxedos just to feast in a ballroom reserved just for them, a few business partners and close friends.

However Khloé hated them because every year they reminded her of how lonely she truly was. The dates she had brought in the past didn’t make her feel seen or loved, they just enjoyed status. Witnessing her siblings and other relatives truly love and admire their significant others had her questioning her ability to be cherished and loved by someone other than family.

A husband wasn’t necessarily the end all be all for an ambitious and independent woman like her but she wouldn’t mind having someone to come home to every night. Someone she could truly be herself with.

“I’ll have to call you later Daddy, I’m busy right now.” Khloé said, trying to end the conversation.

“Okay princess, but I will see you at dinner tomorrow… alone I’m assuming?” He was pushing her buttons again.

“Goodbye Daddy.”

She slammed the phone down onto its receiver, making the cord bounce violently. She stared down at the brand new business phone, one she had begged her father to purchase. She wanted to upgrade the phones and computers in each warehouse. Just because the buildings were old didn’t mean the technology had to be.

After a few minutes of collecting her thoughts and attempting to bring her emotions back down to zero she went back to lurking from the small office window. She was beginning to come up with the perfect plan that would involve the perfect man.

“How long were you in?” Earl, a man in his late 50s, asked Terry.

“Four years.” Terry responded, continuing to toss the boxes like they weighed nothing. “You?”

“Man I went in in ‘85, saw all that shit they wanted us to do, told ‘em they could kiss my ass.” Earl stated unapologetically.

Terry couldn’t help but to laugh at the older gentleman. His thick southern accent made what he was saying ten times funnier than it actually was.

“I understand that.” Terry said.

“But you young bucks got the heart for that type of training,” Earl said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Me, I been a old nigga all my life.”

“Oh yeah?” Terry continued his laughter.

He genuinely enjoyed Earl's company, he was one of the first few people to introduce himself to Terry. It didn’t take long for him to warm up to the older guy, seeing as though his extroverted personality made him so many friends.

The long conveyor belt had stopped, letting them know that it was time for lunch. They tossed the final boxes onto the truck and slammed the back closed before walking away from their stations.

“How long you been here?” Terry asked, placing his hands on hips.

“20 years.” Earl responded.

“That’s a long time man.”

“Who you tellin’?” Earl joked. “I remember when this company first started. I didn’t think it would last long. A business like this ran by a black man in the south? I just knew them white boys would tear this place to shreds.”

“What you think stopped them from doing that?” Terry asked.

“The same thing that’ll make anybody do something they don’t necessarily agree with-,” Earl looked over at Terry with a surprised expression “-money.”

“Olivia!” Khloé called, approaching the large desk that sat right at the front of the building. The words “MacArthur Motors and Parts Inc” plastered on the wall in big red letters.

“Ma’am?” Olivia answered, tearing her eyes from the computer screen.

“Who is the new guy?” Khloé leaned onto the desk trying to keep her voice low so the employees passing by wouldn’t hear her.

Olivia turned to the file cabinet on her right, stuffed with folders designated for each employee in alphabetical order. She scanned her slim fingers covered across the tabs before landing on his name.

“Richmond.” She said proudly. “Terry Richmond is his name.”

Khloé took the folder from her hands, flipping through each page carefully. She immediately began heading back to the office to figure out how she was gonna go about getting him.

“Ms. MacArthur, I actually need that to finish his new hire forms.”

“I’ll handle it!” Khloé yelled from down the long hallway.

“Thanks?” Olivia said in a confused tone.

The break room was becoming empty as workers began to head back to their stations. Terry kneeled down to get the water that had gotten stuck in the vending machine, putting up a bit of a fight to retrieve the beverage.

She stepped into the break room slowly, not wanting him to hear the loud click of her expensive pumps. The muscles in his back flexed as he tugged on the water. Finally getting it from the bottom of the machine, he still hadn’t noticed her standing there. She planted her feet together, standing just a few feet away from him.

“Terry, right?” Khloé asked.

He turned his head to see her feet first, his eyes trailing up her body and landing on her face. She stood there, hands behind her back, a small smile on her red colored lips. The black suit dress she wore fit her petite frame perfectly and her thick black hair pulled into a sleek ponytail topped her business attire.

“Yeah and you are?” He said looking up at her with a raised brow.

“I’m Khloé,” She answered, holding out her hand for him to shake.

He stood, his movement seemingly in slow motion as he grew taller and taller, eventually towering over her. He took her hand and shook it suspiciously. He couldn’t think of one reason why a woman like her, dressed the way she was dressed, would be in a warehouse wandering around.

“Khloé MacArthur, I’m the owner's daughter.” She said, hoping to rid him of the obvious skepticism she saw in his expression.

“Oh, Ms. MacArthur.” He said in surprise, immediately changing his expression. “My apologies, you scared me for a moment there.”

“No need to apologize. I’m usually traveling, I’m hardly ever here so I understand.” She assured him, staring into his eyes.

She held onto his hand longer than she planned to, not noticing until his eyes darted down and back to her face.

“I’m sorry-“ She said, finally letting go of his hand. “-it’s just, your eyes are so beautiful.”

Terry looked down, blushing a bit.

“Thank you.” He said, returning his eyes to hers.

“You hear that a lot, I’m sure.”

“I do.”

“When did you start? I know I haven't been here in a while but I’d definitely remember seeing your face.” Khloé asked, shifting her weight onto her left leg.

“A few weeks ago actually.” He answered.

The eye contact was almost intimidating but Khloé wasn’t a woman who folded easily, even standing in the presence of this Earthly God.

“How you liking it so far?”

“It’s good. I’m still getting used to the scheduling, a lot of coffee in my diet lately but it’s pretty cool.”

“Not an early bird, huh?”

“No ma’am.” He turned to look back at the clock on the wall and she took this quick moment to get a close up of his chest, flexing as he turned. She bit down on her bottom lip before he could notice.

“I hate to be rude Ms. MacArthur-“

“Khloé” She interrupted.

His lip folded into a slight grin. “Khloe, I have to get back on the floor, my lunch is over. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” She smiled up at him as she watched him walk away, her eyes scanning the back of his body.

“That is an ass on that man.” She whispered to herself before heading back to her side of the warehouse.

4 hours later

“Another day, another couple hundred dollars, young blood.” Earl announced, swinging his bag over his shoulder. “You got plans for tonight, you know it’s “Free shot Friday’s” down at Frankie’s?”

“Nah I’m good man, I don’t drink much.” Terry said, placing both of his arms into the straps of his backpack.

“You know Terry’s a good guy-“ John, another man shouted from behind the two of them. “-he ain’t no drinker or smoker.”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, that’s why he built like a gladiator and we walkin’ around with beer bellies.” Earl joked, receiving laughs from the other men in the locker room.

Terry chuckled, placing the last of his work items into his locker before leaving the locker room. The only thing left for him to do was clock out for the evening and head home.

“I see y’all boys on Monday, y’all be safe.” And with that Terry left the locker room, heading to his truck.

He reached into his pants pocket to grab his badge and swiped it across the small box designated for clock-ins/clock-outs.

He exited the building walking to his truck, relieved to be at the end of another workday. He searched his pockets for his keys unaware of the pair of eyes that had been on him the entire time he spent in the parking lot.

She watched the TV screen closely, each quadrant displaying different areas in the building and parking lot. It had been two years since she had been with anybody but this was the first time she had this type of craving for someone.

Sure she had flings here and there but this longing was so strong, she could practically feel him inside of her already. Like his energy was pulling on hers, begging her for connection.

Khloé could still smell his scent, the mixture of cologne and sweat as if he were standing right behind her. She could still see the thick veins in his arms, permanently in her memory. She couldn’t wait to find out if he had those same veins on his dick, licking her lips at the thought of feeling him along her tongue.

*Knock Knock*

She was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts and grateful for it.

“Come in.”

“The night shift are all clocked in and at their stations, are you ready to go Ms. MacArthur?” Olivia asked, her large purse hanging off of her shoulder.

“Yes, let’s go.”

Khloé grabbed her purse, her keys and Terry’s employee work file and headed out of the office.

She paced back and forth in her living room, biting the insides of her cheeks. Her feet sank into the white plush rug as she read over the pages for the 10th time, trying to piece this man together.

She had been looking over Terry’s file for the past hour now. She studied every page, every background check, every piece of information they had on him but unfortunately it wasn’t much.

Walking over to her computer, she wiggled the mouse and slammed herself into her large desk chair that sat against her window. The heavily lit view of downtown shined lights through her windows along with the full moon up in the sky as she began her research.

“Terrance Richmond, former Marine, Born June 7, 1994.” She whispered to herself, typing each word as she spoke.

‘He’s 30, perfect.’ She thought.

She searched his name to see if she could find him on social media.

No Twitter.

No Facebook.

No Instagram.

“Who the fuck is this man?”

She continued searching, scrolling for what seemed like hours until she stumbled across an article for a small town called “Shelby Springs”. The article titled “Ex-Marine Exposes SSPD” caused her invisible antennas to perk up.

‘Former Marine, Terrance Richmond, helps stop corruption invading Shelby Springs. After officers unlawfully seized $36,000 from Richmond, the last of his savings intended for posting bail for his late cousin, Richmond took matters into his own hands. One man gets justice for himself, his cousin and others who were wrongfully convicted.’

“So he’s some sort of hero?” She licked her lips, smirking to herself. The fact that this one man had gone to war with a police department full of cops and won made her nipples hard.

She could feel the gears in her head begin to turn as she finished reading the article. Learning about his time in the Marines and him being trained in martial arts, he was the perfect candidate for her future escapades.

Images flashed in her mind. Images of her hands against his bare chest as she rode him, the view of him looking down on her while she went down on him, him sitting back and watching while she played with herself. Each scene sent a shiver down her spine. She crossed her legs tightly rubbing her thighs together to create a pleasureful friction.

Khloé didn’t want to fully pleasure herself just yet. She knew the build up would be so worth it, she could feel it. She needed to contain her desire for an orgasm. She wanted to be sure that he was the one to give it to her.

Shutting down her computer, she closed his file and placed it on the counter next to her purse. She went into her bathroom and started the shower turning the knob to the far right to make the water cold.

After about 15 minutes of washing up and bringing her arousal back down she prepared for bed. She got into her large queen sized bed, topped with a thick white comforter and smiled to herself…

so her mission begins.

to be continued…

[halfagone]

Master List

Hyperlinks to Major Fics

lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood | lex luthor's guide series - Based on Father-Son Relationships between Lex Luthor and Danny Fenton. [CURRENTLY UNDERGOING MAINTENANCE. ACCESS RESTRICTED]

Off With [the Demon's] Head - The hot mess that is the Al Ghul-Wayne family. Includes: Dad!Danny, Young!Ellie, my OG Danny and Ra's Paradox Fic. [NOW LOCKED TO USERS-ONLY]

what was lost, found again | lost and found series - Where Danny finds Jason digging his way out of his own grave and brings him home.

down the rabbit hole (goes the throne) - No One Knows AU, Major Canon Divergence. Amity Park has many secrets and Batman Inc. are left to discover them.

bloodlines | born from flesh and bone, clay and stardust series - Danny is the biological son of Diana (Wonder Woman) and Bruce Wayne. A prophecy is involved.

billy batson and the phantom - Adventures of Billy Batson and Danny Fenton. Oh, and Vlad is there too, I guess.

all I am to you is a tragedy, right? - In which a grieving Bruce Wayne brings a Danny Fenton from another universe back with him. This has consequences.

Insomniacs Anonymous - Three-way crossover between DC, Danny Phantom, and Miraculous Ladybug. Social media and chat fic. Now with plot!

pay your dues - An exploration of politics in the Infinite Realms, and the debts that must be paid in full.

weekend wonders - A character study into Stephanie Brown and her resolve as a hero, especially when a close friend comes into suspicion.

present, future, past - Time travel fic in which Bruce falls into the future where everything seems perfect, better than he could have hoped it would be. It doesn't last.

trust no one (trust me) - In a world where the GIW are more competent than in the show, Danny draws some unwanted attention. The people he leaves behind search for him.

bones and all - Inspired by horror films, video games, and fiction. A ghost story set in the DPxDC crossover.

all of this is temporary - Reverse Robins AU, set during Brucequest era. Damian struggles to uphold his father's legacy. Danny intends to make his own legacy.

Other Ongoing Series

Please note that some fics may overlap on more than one series.

Readable Arrangements - Short Works for DPxDC, mainly romance.

It's All About Presentation - A collection of gift fics.

Writing Problems? I Say Writing Solutions - A collections of works from "Who Wrote That?" games.

Martydom - Stories exploring heavy topics, such as gore, violence, etc. Must check tags for each work.

oh, the (in)humanity - Hazmat Suit AU. Now featuring multiple timelines.

Our Gentle Sin - Centered around a romance between a Danny from another universe, where the end of the world has come and gone, and Bruce Wayne who helps him relearn what it means to be human.

Blood is Thicker Than Water, But So Is Ectoplasm - In which Danny is a clone of Batman.

Co-Written Works

Born to Make History | written alongside NightShiftShenanigans (@nightshiftshenanigans) - Patrol Partner Event; No Capes AU, Ice Skating AU, featuring Enemies to Lovers Danny and Jason.

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