#And read fan fiction

[rosegoldenatlas]

if I ever stumbled upon a magic genie that would grant me only three wishes I would wish for these

-ability to draw the image in my head

-when I think of a fic idea the entire complete thing just spawns in my google doc

-shapeshifting

[thisnightissparkling089]

A friend sent this to me today and I feel attacked😅

[reidiot]

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

[loki-and-louis-left-hand-daggers]

I’m actually thankful for Umbrella Academy season 4 because it was SO bad that previously dormant fan fic writers are so enraged and disgusted with the ending that they’re coming out of hibernation and starting to write fics again.

[realangelahernandez]

Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

[supertaliart]

I went a little off the rails for a power-point-party, so I thought I'd share. Don't come at me about canonicity. Also yes, I spent hours using illustrator to make pose-able vector mando'ade.

Review from my friend: "I feel like I actually learned something?"

[prahacat]

when the horrors catch up and you take an evening off to batch-process

[bambeebirdie]

Okay consider Bruce Wayne is the very well known bankroller for the Justice League. Batman is still part of the league, but they don’t know he’s Bruce Wayne. So, due to Bruce Wayne being such a well known figure and very obviously connected to the Justice League, that has kinda made him a target for certain people which means the Justice League has decided to assign one of their members to help keep him safe. Insert notorious billionaire fighter Superman becoming the part time bodyguard of Bruce Wayne in this epic superbat romance

[phatburd]

On the first day of my cruise, I found a cruise duck. What is a cruise duck?

I'm on the Crown Princess.

I'd also bought a hardcover copy of one of my fanfics, with the intent of leaving it behind in the cruise ship's library.

It's a fic close to my heart, and one that's easily accessible with only bare-minimum knowledge of Star Trek, and no knowledge at all of the other fandom it's fused with (The Old Guard, if you're wondering).

Here's a note I wrote for anyone who might find my fic in the ship library.

It's not unusual for guests to take books and leave their own books behind on their trips as a sort of exchange.

I tucked the duck's tag in to my fic and left it for someone to find. I hope someone out there enjoys it. 👋

[searchforahero]

going to make myself SICK!!! obsessing over the timkon dynamic in teen titans 2003 #17 when tim is Gun Batman and kon is Evil Superman

teen titans (2003) #17

their posing in the first image... kon is literally tim's attack dog

teen titans (2003) #18

INSANE!! tim made him like this thats crazy i'm so unwell. i love fucked up gay people.

teen titans (2003) #18

its SO FUN to watch the unthinking, corrupt devotion future kon has for tim compared to the unwavering partnership present kon has with tim. ugh.

[littlemclarennorris]

KINGS DAY

Lando Norris X Reader Insta AU

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Amsterdam, Netherlands

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@yourinstagram : Hey siri how do you say goodmorning in Dutch 🇳🇱

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@landosfloffyhead can Lando fight because…Dutch men are vultures 😭

@ynsno1stan oh she’s too gorgeous I can’t take it !!!

@ciscanorris1 after kings day consider yourself officially a Norris by BLOOD 🤭

@landonorris is your name amster ?? Because DAMN ❤️

— @yourinstagram thank god you’re handsome 😭 because baby that’s not…

— @landonorris can’t wait 2 see you <3

@martingarix i hope you have your uniform !!!

— @martingarix Orange isn’t my colour therefore I will NOT be attending the celebrations sarryyy 😋

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@f1driversgossip : How it started 🆚 How it’s going….mclarens golden boy @landonorris seems to be letting loose this weekend as he parties all night celebrating kings day with famous Dutch DJ & Best friend @martingarix !! We’re unsure on how serious Norris’s injury is yet we’re also wondering where the drivers girlfriend @yourinstagram is seeing as she’s also in the country according to her recent post…🇳🇱 stay updated for more.

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@landoscurls BYEEEEEE Lando is a PR nightmare 💀

@ynsarmy does y/n even KNOW that her child is drinking

@lando04nation mr “I don’t drink” 🤨 beat his ass y/n !!!

@ln4loyalistt I’m sorry ? Is THEE Lando Norris… DRUNK 😭 this was not on my 2024 bingo card I fear

@yourinstagram so this explains why he hasn’t responded to me in hours 🧍🏽‍♀️

— @ln4whoree uh ohhhh 💀

@landosgoatee HELP NOT Y/N FINDING OUT THE SAME THROUGH INSTA LIKE US 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

@mclarensfirstwin I hope lando’s a fast runner because when y/n catches his 5’3 ass LMAOOOO

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Lando’s Instagram story

Yourinstagram story

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@landonorris : Paddle + Pizza + My Pretty Lady 🍕❤️🇳🇱Amsterdam you’ve been a blast …as for @martingarix you will pay for your crimes.

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@yourinstagram I love you stoopid head ❤️

@ln4 parents & paddle 🥹 love to seee it

@landosflooff *sighs* I just love them so much

@lando04loyalist she’s amazing and he’s there 🧍🏽‍♀️

@ynsupdates lowkey wish she grounded him 🫡

— @yourinstagram him and Martin are on time out from seeing eachother don’t worry !! Mum said NO 🫡

@martingarix same time next year ??

@adam_norris_pure_electric I think he got a smacked bottom folks lol !! Hope the nose is okay muppet son🥸

— @yourinstagram I made him sit on the naughty step too for not answering his phone.

@quadrantnation booo 🍅🍅🍅 put him in the dog house mother !!

@landonorris CAN EVERYONE STOP ENCOURAGING MORE PUNISHMENT !! I HAVE SUFFERED ENOUGH 🙃

@riabishh I say take away all his devices for underage drinking 👀 no 14 year old son of ours goes partying in the dam and gets away with it.

@maxfewtrell 🤣🤣🤣send him to the dog house !!! And throw away the key

@landnorris ENOUGH I SAID 🤺🤺🤺🤺

[imfinereallyy]

some of us, and I’m not naming names, need to start being properly tagged on fics.

Angst: Is it me?

No.

Unhappy Ending: Is it me?

……it’s not Angst.

[i-am-a-fan]

“Miscommunication” - Lmk Pirate Au comic.

Ko-fi — LMK Pirate Au Masterpost

Text under cut

Redson: Ms. Long, I demand that you grant me back the samadhi fire.

Mei: Is that all you ever think about?! Mk is hurt, and the first thing you talk to me about is that stupid fire?

Mei: Time and time again, I watched as Mk tried to vouch for you. Even after we found out YOU started this mess.

Mei: And all you ever talk to me about, is the weapon that almost took his life?!

Mei: I hope you’re happy making your parents proud hurting the people who care about you the most.

[thisnightissparkling089]

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[rax-writes]

↬ when night falls

Tywin Lannister x Reader

intended to be a sequel to the morning after, but it's not necessary that you read it prior to this

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, 18+ ONLY ⇆ P in V sex, unprotected sex, creampie, age gap, nipple play, bit of breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, pregnant!reader

The journey from Winterfell to King's Landing took considerably longer than necessary, given the Queen's insistence that she travel in that godsforsaken carriage of hers. As such, five weeks after your marriage to Tywin Lannister, you were spending one final night in a lavish red and gold tent alongside your lord husband.

For the entirety of the journey, the two of you spent the entire day apart – your horse trotting behind your father and King Robert, and Tywin a short distance behind, alongside Ser Jamie. Occasionally, Arya would pester you into allowing her to sit in front of you on the saddle, as you quietly conversed with her and taught her how to control the horse. But, aside from that, you were alone with your thoughts all day, every day.

The nights, however, were spent in the arms of your lord husband.

The two of you quite quickly developed a very… peculiar dynamic. You had quickly learned and adapted to the way the fearsome Tywin Lannister operates – preferring you speak concisely and directly, vehemently uninterested in anything otherwise. Additionally, there was a degree of mutual respect, as well as a vaguely guarded openness to one another – but certainly no love, or any semblance of romantic feelings at all. In truth, you assumed there never would be.

But gods was there lust.

On your end, it was your first and only experience with sex, and it was undeniably good, so you were eager for it. On his end… you couldn't be sure. It could be that the man was pent up from years as a bachelor, but it would be safe to assume he had simply sent for a whore when the mood struck him. A more likely reason would be his pursuit of an heir, but surely he wouldn't have needed to fill your cunt nightly to achieve that goal. No, you were almost certain that he was simply enjoying fucking you – just as much as you were enjoying fucking him.

When Tywin entered the tent, you were sitting on the edge of the cot, toying with the goblet in your hands, already undressed to your shift. He met your eyes as he entered, but said nothing, that unreadable (but somehow always leaning toward annoyed) expression on his face. He silently began taking off his boots, then removed his sword and placed it beside the cot. He was in the middle of pouring wine into his goblet when you found the courage to ask your question.

"Will you stop bedding me when I become pregnant?"

Tywin said nothing, setting the pitcher down and turning to face you as he took a sip of his wine. He wore that calm, calculating expression as he stared at you – but you could swear there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. The golden goblet made a faint clank as he set it down before speaking.

"Do you ask because you wish for me to stop? Or because you wish for me to continue?"

"I wish for you to continue."

"Then I shall continue," Tywin stated, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Good," you replied, then added, "Because I am."

"You are what?"

"Pregnant."

The smile dropped and Tywin's eyebrows raised, making his forehead crinkle.

"Already?" he inquired dryly, surprised. Then, incredulous, he asked, "How do you know?"

It was a fair question. You had never been pregnant before, so perhaps you were mistaking soreness and fatigue from travel as signs of pregnancy. But no. You knew.

"I should have bled three weeks ago, but I have not. My breasts are extremely tender, and certain smells make my stomach turn."

Tywin nodded, then stated, "I do not doubt that you are right, but we will have a Maester provide his confirmation and look you over when we arrive in King's Landing. In the meantime, is there anything you need?"

A faint but wicked smile spread across your face, and you stood from the bed, setting the goblet down as you slowly made your way over to him. The metal of his armor was cold beneath your fingers as you idly ran your hands over his chest, before toying with the belt around his hips, looking up at him through your lashes.

"You," was your simple answer. But both of you knew that it wasn't meant in a romantic, sweet sort of way.

Tywin's hand reached up to cradle your face, somewhat harshly, hooking his thumb under your jaw to tilt your head up and kiss you. It was lustful and full of desire, accompanied by the scratch of his beard upon the delicate skin of your face.

When he pulled away, Tywin smiled quite faintly, then hummed lowly and said, "Well, what sort of man would I be to deny his pregnant lady wife her wish?"

The old lion made quick work of removing his armor and smallclothes, and relieving you of the thin linen shift you wore, before guiding you to the luxurious cot. Tywin continued to kiss you, eventually trailing kisses down your neck, until he reached your chest, unexpectedly taking one of your breasts into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

The sensation nearly made you shout, opting to take in a sharp breath instead as your back arched off the blankets. Eyes squeezed shut, you heard a low chuckle, and looked down to see a set of very amused, crystalline eyes staring up at you.

"Hm, I see you were not exaggerating about the sensitivity."

Electing to ignore him, you let your head fall back onto the pillow. However, it seemed he did not intend to grant you any reprieve, moving to the other breast and doing the same thing – prompting you to dig your nails into his shoulders and bite your lip to avoid crying out. Unfortunately, that made matters worse, as Tywin let out a low groan with his lips still wrapped around your nipple, earning a loud, pitiful whine from you.

Seemingly enjoying himself, Tywin began peppering your chest with gentle bites, which he soothed with his tongue afterwards, sure to become small little bruises by morning. Breathy moans and sighs of pleasure filled the tent, as he then resumed his ministrations on the hardened peaks of your breasts before snaking one hand down to toy with your clit, expertly rubbing it in small, steady circles. Astoundingly fast, your release washed over you, soaking his hand as you moaned and writhed beneath the Warden of the West – who only chuckled darkly at your quick climax.

Noticing that the continued kisses and licks upon your breasts began to make you twitch, Tywin captured your lips in a brief, rough kiss, before rolling onto his back. He then pulled you into his lap, with a strength one wouldn’t assume the older man to still possess – which was, admittedly, arousing. Your mind was still foggy from the orgasm, and your movements were not unlike a rag doll, eyes half-lidded and jaw slack, moving somewhat limply as you allowed him to maneuver you. He gripped his hard, leaking cock in one hand, then reached behind you to urge you forward with a flat palm on the small of your back.

A hiss through gritted teeth escaped Tywin, and you gasped lightly, head thrown back and hands flat on his chest. Although you’d already lost count of how many times he’d taken you, it still felt more incredible than anything you’d ever experienced. A passing thought reminded you of the fact that he seemed to share the sentiment, always hissing or groaning when he first sheathed himself inside you.

Tywin’s grip moved to your hips, prompting you to begin rocking them against his own, keeping your pace steady. However, he made no move to halt you when you eventually began to move faster, leaning back to rest your hands on his thighs as you fucked yourself on his long, thick cock. The sound of it alone would have made a Septa drop dead – a symphony composed of wet skin upon skin and gruff grunts intermingling with breathy moans.

He reached up to grasp and knead your breasts in his rough, calloused hands – but he then surprised you, his hands drifting lower, until they rested flat against your lower stomach. You thought perhaps he was focusing on the movement of your hips, but then his thumbs began to stroke across the soft skin of your belly.

At first, it seemed very sweet and sentimental. You thought that perhaps he was basking in the joy of another child being on the way – until you felt the way his cock throbbed, deep inside of you, as he stared intently at your belly. Immediately, you came to the realization that it must be arousing for a man to have successfully fucked a babe into his wife – stroking their ego and their pride to have done their husbandly duty, as well as show everyone that you belong to them.

Truth be told, you were surprised to learn that it aroused you just as much.

Tywin groaned as you clenched around him, and when his eyes flicked up to meet yours, it felt as though he knew you had been thinking the very same thing he was.

That seemed to ignite something within your husband, and in the blink of an eye, Tywin flipped you onto your back and began driving into your soaked cunt with a newfound ferocity. You bit down on your knuckle to keep quiet, but Tywin pinned both of your wrists down, his arms on either side of your head. The act did not last much longer beyond that point, both parties having already been too near the precipice of climax, and the pair of you met your releases in unison.

Tywin rolled off of you, breathing heavily, a light layer of sweat covering his chest, along with the small patches of silver hair. You allowed yourself a few moments of recovery, before moving to leave the cot in order to extinguish the candles, as well as tidy yourself up. However, Tywin grabbed your arm to stop you.

“Where are you going?”

“The candles –”

“Can wait,” Tywin interrupted, voice sounding unbothered as always, albeit with a hint of fatigue. He exhaled slowly, as he gently pulled you back down to lay upon the cot beside him. “One of the guards outside can see to the candles in a moment. You are carrying my heir, so you are to rest. As much as is feasible, from now until the babe is born. And if anyone questions it, they are to discuss it with me.”

Anyone possessing the sense the gods gave a mule knows “discussing” something with Tywin Lannister was just the opposite – it was not to be addressed at all, because what Tywin Lannister says, goes. A fact which made you smile softly.

“As my lord husband commands,” you replied, a hint of sarcasm in your tone, but you did exactly as he bade you, pulling some of the blankets over you and nestling into the pillows. You were already yawning by the time Tywin called for a guard, who extinguished the candles, and bathed the room in darkness as you drifted into a deep, contented sleep.