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Please please pleaseeeeee write more Hugh Laurie x reader!

I adored it so much!!!!

Haha, I love the comments and requests. They really make me happy, even though sometimes I run out of ideas and get stuck. But really, thank you so much for the support! Whether it's for Cuddy or Hugh, you're here, and it makes me want to keep going! So yes, I'll write everything :)

Warning: Mature, NSFW, Teacher's pet, smut, school system.

Pairing: Teacher! Hugh Laurie x Student!Fem Reader

"He is hot," were the comments you had heard about one of your teachers, Professor Laurie. He had been your teacher for two years, during your first and third years. He was handsome, but to say that out loud? You could understand it though. He had charm and played it up, always joking with people, teasing them. Your classmates didn't have boyfriends, so that could explain it. The hand that touched your shoulder brought you out of your thoughts. It was your group of friends, a small group of four or five people, but you knew they were there for you.

"Hey, are you coming?" asked your friend behind you, one of your closest friends, giving you a knowing smile.

"Yes, sorry, I was daydreaming," you replied, returning her smile. You headed together towards Professor Laurie's classroom, where you would spend an extra hour for a catch-up class.

The room was already half full when you entered. Professor Laurie was sitting at his desk, looking through some papers. He looked up when he heard the commotion and a smile spread across his lips when he saw you. "Ah, Miss Y/N, glad to see you here," he said warmly.

You felt your cheeks heat up slightly under his gaze. "Good morning, Professor," you replied, taking your usual seat by the window.

The class began, and as always, Professor Laurie managed to capture everyone's attention. His passion for the subject was evident and contagious. You often found yourself admiring the way he explained concepts, making even the driest topics interesting. But today, you noticed something different. His glances seemed to linger on you a bit longer than usual, and you wondered if you were imagining the sparks in his eyes.

At the end of the class, as you were packing up your things, Professor Laurie approached you. "Miss Y/N, could you stay for a moment? I'd like to discuss your last assignment," he said softly.

Your heart skipped a beat. "Yes, of course, Professor," you replied, trying to hide your unease.

Your friends gave you curious looks as they left the room, but you reassured them with a nod. Once alone, Professor Laurie sat on the edge of his desk and looked at you with an intensity that made you shiver.

"You did a great job, Y/N. Your last essay was particularly impressive," he said, his smile widening.

"Thank you, Professor," you murmured, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you.

He leaned in slightly, his gaze fixed on yours. "You have a natural talent, and I think you could go very far if you keep working as hard as you have been. If you ever need advice or extra help, don't hesitate to come see me."

"I will, thank you," you replied, your heart pounding wildly.

As you left the room, you couldn't help but think about the way he had looked at you. Maybe your classmates were right after all. Professor Laurie was indeed "hot," and it seemed you weren't the only one who thought so. But there was something more in his gaze, something you couldn't quite define yet. And that thought made you smile as you headed to your next class. Unfortunately, this class was much less interesting. It was the subject where you had the worst grades. The teacher was terrible, just like the subject, but you had no choice but to endure this ordeal if you wanted to graduate. So, you did your best all morning, eagerly awaiting the break.

During your break, you and your friends gathered in a music room. You had recently mastered both the piano and the guitar, so you took advantage of it, although you were more often at the piano than the guitar. This time, it was "Every Breath You Take" by The Police. A friend played the guitar while some sang.

The piano notes resonated in the room, creating a soothing atmosphere. You lost yourself in the music, letting your fingers glide over the keys with natural ease. The melody, both soft and mesmerizing, seemed to capture everyone's attention. Your friends sang in harmony, and for a moment, you forgot all your worries.

The music room door opened slowly, and you looked up just in time to see Professor Laurie enter. He leaned against the doorframe, a amused smile on his face as he listened to you play. "That was truly beautiful," he said softly once the song ended.

You felt yourself blush under his gaze. "Thank you, Professor," you replied with a shy smile.

"I didn’t know you had such a talent for music," he added as he walked into the room. "May I sit for a moment and listen?"

"Of course," you replied, surprised but flattered by his interest.

He took a seat on a chair near the piano, his eyes fixed on you as you began a new melody. This time, it was a personal composition, something you had never shared with anyone. The music seemed to flow naturally from you, each note expressing a deep emotion.

When you finished, Professor Laurie clapped softly, admiration shining in his eyes. "That was wonderful,Y/N. You truly have a gift."

"Thank you, Professor," you murmured, touched by his words.

He stood up and approached you. "Keep nurturing that passion. Music has the power to touch souls and heal hearts. You have that power within you," he said softly, his eyes locked with yours.

These words stayed with you as he left the room. Your friends, too, were impressed by the exchange and looked at you with new eyes. The break ended, and it was time to return to class, but you felt different. More confident, more determined. Professor Laurie had managed to ignite a flame within you, a flame you had no intention of letting die out.

As you headed to your next class, you promised yourself to keep working hard, both in your studies and in your music. And maybe, just maybe, this new motivation would help you endure the most boring classes and the most unpleasant teachers. After all, you now had one more reason to push yourself.

In the evening, not wanting to go home, you decided to return to the music room. It was a place where you always felt comfortable, surrounded by instruments and melodies that allowed you to forget your worries. As you approached the door, you heard familiar guitar notes. Intrigued, you entered quietly and discovered Professor Laurie, sitting on a chair, playing "Just the Two of Us" by Grover Washington Jr. and Bill Withers on the guitar.

He looked up when he heard you enter, a warm smile lighting up his face. "Good evening,Y/N," he said gently, continuing to play. "I didn’t know you’d be coming back here tonight."

"Good evening, Professor," you replied with a shy smile. "I didn’t want to go home just yet. May I join you?"

"Of course," he said, nodding towards the piano. "It would be a pleasure."

You sat at the piano and let your fingers graze the keys, gently joining the melody he was playing. You quickly found a common rhythm, the notes from the guitar and piano blending harmoniously. The song, soft and enchanting, seemed to create a bubble around you, isolated from the rest of the world.

You played together for several minutes, losing yourselves in the music. Each note seemed to strengthen the connection forming between you. When the last note faded, a soothing silence filled the room.

"You play wonderfully," he said as he set down his guitar. "It’s a real pleasure to play with you."

"Thank you, Professor. You’re incredible too," you replied, your heart still racing from the shared musical emotion. He smiled at you, and you continued to talk about music, your passions, and your dreams. This shared moment in the music room became one of your most cherished memories, a spark of mutual understanding and connection.

It quickly became a habit. After classes, you often found yourself in the music room with Professor Laurie. You played together, improvising pieces or revisiting classics, and each session strengthened your bond. He offered you advice, encouraged you to explore new styles and techniques, and sometimes shared stories about his own musical experiences.

One evening, as you were playing a particularly complex piece, he set down his guitar and looked at you with a new intensity. "You’ve made so much progress, Y/N. It’s incredible to see how passionate and dedicated you are."

"Thank you, Professor," you said with a smile, touched by his words. "It's because of you. You truly inspire me."

He nodded, visibly moved. "Music has always been a big part of my life. Sharing it with someone who truly understands is… special."

"I feel the same way," you admitted, sensing a deep connection between you.

The musical sessions became your refuge, a space where you could be yourselves without the constraints of school or social expectations. One evening, as you finished playing a particularly moving piece, he told you how he had started playing guitar and what music meant to him.

"I started young, but it became more than just a hobby. It's a part of me," he said, his gaze lost in memories.

"I understand," you replied softly. "It’s the same for me. Music is my way of expressing myself."

He smiled at you, and for a moment, it seemed like he wanted to say something more, but he hesitated. "It’s getting late. We should probably head home."

"Yes, that's true," you replied as you gathered your things.

As you left the music room, you felt lighter, as if the music had dispelled all your worries. You went home, your heart still warmed by the moments shared with Professor Laurie. Once at home, you immediately started on your homework, knowing you had class with him again the next day.

The next morning, you woke up with a special sense of anticipation. You got ready quickly and headed to school, a smile on your face. During Professor Laurie’s class, you felt more attentive than ever, every word he spoke seemed important. He also seemed to have noticed, as he gave you several looks and smiles throughout the morning.

After class, as you were packing up your things, he approached you. "Are you free tonight for another music session?" he asked, his warm smile lighting up his face.

"Yes, of course," you replied with enthusiasm. "I’d love to."

"Perfect. I’ll be waiting for you," he said before heading toward the faculty room.

The day passed quickly, each class bringing you a little closer to your musical appointment. By the end of the day, you found yourself back in the music room, eager to begin. Professor Laurie arrived shortly after, guitar in hand.

"Ready?" he asked as he settled in.

"Ready," you replied with a smile.

You spent the evening playing and chatting, each note and word strengthening your connection. Music seemed to be a language you shared, a way to communicate beyond words. When you finished, he looked at you with a gentle and thoughtful expression.

"These moments are truly special for me," he said softly. "Thank you for sharing them with me."

"Thank you, Professor," you replied, touched by his words. "It’s an honor to play with you."

As you left the music room, you felt more connected to him than ever. You had found something rare and precious, a shared passion that bound you together. And with each day, each music session, you found yourself drawing closer to him, in the shadows.

Classes with Professor Laurie were always a highlight of your day. His teaching was captivating, and he had a unique way of making every subject interesting. His deep, calm voice commanded the attention of the entire class, and his explanations were always clear and precise. He had a talent for illustrating the most complex concepts with relevant anecdotes or examples, making learning more accessible and enjoyable.

He also had a way of looking at you when he explained something, as if he were speaking directly to you. Those moments made you feel special and gave you extra motivation to excel in his classes. Sometimes, he would ask you questions directly, challenging you to think more deeply and actively participate in discussions.

Outside of lessons, there were always those fleeting moments when your gazes would meet, when a knowing smile was exchanged. These moments, though subtle, strengthened your connection. Your classmates didn’t seem to notice these subtle interactions, or at least, they didn’t pay them any mind. To them, he was simply the charming and competent professor they all admired.

Sometimes, during group work, he would approach your desk to check on your progress. His light fragrance and the warmth of his presence always made you shiver slightly. "Very good work, Y/N. Keep it up," he would often say, his voice soft and encouraging. These praises pushed you to go above and beyond.

There were also those moments after class, when the room gradually emptied. You often waited until most of the students had left before packing up your things, hoping for a few extra minutes with him. Sometimes, he would ask how your other classes had gone or if there were any particular subjects you were struggling with.

"If you need any extra help, don't hesitate to come see me," he would kindly offer. You would nod, grateful for his support.

These daily interactions and evening music sessions became a source of comfort and motivation for you. They helped you overcome challenges and moments of doubt. The passion you shared for music had become a common thread, weaving a unique and secret relationship between you. And each day, you looked forward to these shared moments, hoping they would continue for a long time.

Days passed, and your connection with Professor Laurie only grew stronger. The classes became even more intense and enriching, and you eagerly anticipated every moment spent in his company. One day, after one of your music sessions, he proposed something new.

"You have a lot of potential, Y/N. I’d like to help you go even further. How would you feel about taking private lessons with me?"

Surprised and flattered, you immediately accepted. "I’d love to, Professor. Thank you for this opportunity."

The private lessons began shortly after. They took place in a small music room at school, a secluded space where you could work without interruptions. These sessions were even more personalized and detailed. Laurie guided you through complex compositions, gave you specific exercises to improve your technique, and encouraged you to explore your own creativity.

One evening, after a particularly productive session, he looked at you with a glint in his eyes. "I think we’ve reached a point where we could explore more advanced ideas. Would you be interested in coming to my place for our next session? I have a music studio at home, and we’d have access to many more resources."

A mix of excitement and nervousness washed over you. "Yes, that would be great," you replied, trying to hide your unease.

On the appointed day, you went to Professor Laurie’s house, your heart pounding. His home was charming, tastefully decorated, and warm. He greeted you with a smile and led you into his music studio. The room was a true paradise for any musician: instruments of all kinds, sheet music, and professional recording equipment.

"Welcome," he said, gesturing for you to sit by the piano. "I thought we could start by working on a composition together."

You spent hours playing, writing, and discussing music. The closeness, the intimacy of the setting, and the shared passion created an electric atmosphere. Each note played seemed to resonate louder, each exchanged glance more intense.

At one point, as you worked side by side, your fingers brushed his on the keyboard. You felt a spark pass between you, and he turned his head to look at you, his eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t ignore.

"You’re really talented, Y/N," he whispered, his voice suddenly softer.

"Thank you," you said, breathless, feeling that something inevitable was happening.

He leaned in slightly toward you, and before you could react, his lips touched yours. The kiss was gentle, hesitant at first, then more confident. You let yourself be carried away by the moment, forgetting everything except the sensation of his lips against yours and the warmth of his body close to yours.

When you parted, he looked at you with a new intensity. "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…"

You stopped him by kissing him again, your lips finding his with an urgency that left no room for doubt. His hand slid gently behind your neck, pulling you closer. The kiss, more passionate this time, erased all hesitations and uncertainties.

Seconds stretched out, and the world around you seemed to disappear. The warmth of his hand on your neck, the softness of his lips—everything felt perfect. When you separated again, your breaths were labored, your hearts beating in unison.

"I wanted to say that I'm sorry for making you wait so long," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours.

You smiled, feeling a wave of relief and happiness wash over you. "There's nothing to forgive. I waited because it was worth it."

He looked at you with infinite tenderness, his hand still resting behind your neck. "I'm glad you feel that way," he said softly. "You’re amazing, and I want you to know that I really care about you."

"Me too," you replied, feeling that those words didn’t quite capture everything you felt, but they were a good start.

You spent more time together that evening, but music took on a new dimension. Every note played, every melody created now seemed to carry a piece of your shared emotions. You worked in harmony, your glances and gestures speaking as much as the notes you produced.

When it was time to leave, he walked you to the door, his fingers brushing yours. "Come back tomorrow, okay? We have a lot more to explore, musically and… otherwise," he added with a tender smile.

"I’ll come back," you replied, a bright smile lighting up your face.

The next day, you acted as if nothing had happened. You didn’t have class with Laurie for once, but your body desperately sought him out. You wanted to see him, but you knew you couldn’t spend too much time together for fear of drawing attention. So you contented yourself with eagerly awaiting the evening, knowing you would meet him at his place.

The day was long and monotonous, each minute seeming to stretch on endlessly. You didn’t see Laurie even once, which only heightened your impatience and dismay. Finally, classes ended, and you headed to his house, your heart racing.

When you arrived, he greeted you with a warm smile and a tender kiss. You settled into his living room, and he pulled out a lesson on pre-Hilbert spaces, a topic you found particularly challenging. Mathematics wasn’t your strong suit, but Laurie had a way of explaining things that made everything clearer and more understandable.

As you struggled with the complex concepts, you felt frustration mounting. "I don’t understand any of this," you sighed, glancing at the notes in front of you.

Laurie leaned in and placed his lips on yours, a soft and soothing kiss that melted away your frustration. "Don’t worry, we’ll get through this," he murmured against your lips.

The tenderness of his gesture instantly calmed you, and you soon found yourself straddling him on the couch. Your kisses grew more passionate, and you felt the warmth between you intensify. But before things could go further, he gently held you back.

"I won’t do anything until you get your degree, sorry sweetheart, but it’s important to me," he said, his gaze filled with sincerity and determination.

You looked at him with a pout of disapproval, but before you could protest, he quickly kissed you several times on the lips, quick and light kisses that made you smile.

"For each correct answer, I’ll give you a kiss. Does that sound good?" he proposed with a mischievous smile.

A smile spread across your face. "Alright, it’s a deal," you replied, determined to earn as many kisses as possible.

With this new motivation, you dove back into the math problems, each correct answer rewarded with a tender and encouraging kiss. Laurie guided you patiently, explaining each concept with a clarity and gentleness that almost made you forget the difficulty of the subject.

The evening passed quickly, filled with laughter, kisses, and studying. Laurie’s promise not to do anything until you got your degree added a layer of respect and support to your relationship, motivating you even more to succeed. Each moment spent with him only strengthened your determination to reach that goal, knowing he would be there to support you every step of the way.

The six months that followed were an intense and transformative period, both academically and emotionally. Each school day was marked by demanding classes, moments of personal reflection, and precious time with Hugh. Every morning, you woke up with a mix of excitement and anxiety, preparing to face a new day. Classes took on a new meaning for you, as you knew that every piece of information, every concept learned brought you closer to your goal: obtaining your degree. Your professors noticed your diligence and active participation. Even the subjects you found most difficult became more bearable thanks to Hugh’s constant encouragement and your in-depth study sessions. Study sessions at Hugh's house became an essential routine, and you thanked him each time. You had established a detailed revision plan for each week, which allowed you to focus on one subject at a time without feeling overwhelmed.

Advanced mathematics, where Hugh excelled in making complex concepts more accessible. Pre-Hilbert spaces, topology, and differential equations, subjects that once seemed unreachable to you, became clearer thanks to his patient explanations and practical examples. Each correct answer was still rewarded with a kiss, a sweet motivation that made each victory even sweeter.

Although you enjoyed Physics and Chemistry, Hugh turned his garage into an improvised laboratory where you conducted practical experiments together. These sessions allowed you to visualize and understand theories that were difficult to grasp in class. The experiments, sometimes spectacular, made the lessons memorable and much more engaging.

His course, Literature paired with Philosophy, was equally captivating. Your discussions on great literary works and philosophical concepts were exciting and profound. Laurie had a unique way of bringing texts to life, helping you see beyond the words to understand the authors' intentions and historical contexts. These exchanges not only enriched your academic understanding but also deepened your personal relationship.

Music remained a central element of your relationship. Musical evenings were moments of relaxation and connection. Playing together allowed you to escape the stress of studies and share intimate, creative moments. You composed new melodies, interpreted classics, and experimented with different musical styles. These musical sessions strengthened your bond, with each note played weaving the fabric of your relationship and providing relaxation.

Beyond studying, you shared simple but precious moments of life. After study sessions, Hugh often prepared simple yet delicious dinners. You talked about your days, dreams, and aspirations. Laurie shared anecdotes from his youth, stories filled with wisdom and humor that made you smile and think. Your walks in the park, spontaneous outings for coffee or a movie, were stolen moments from routine that made each day a little more special.

Like any intense preparation period, there were moments of doubt and discouragement. Sometimes, you felt overwhelmed by the workload and the pressure of upcoming exams. Laurie was always there to support, encourage, and reassure you. His soothing words and comforting smile helped you stay on track. He often reminded you why you were fighting and how much you had already achieved.

As the exams approached, the pressure increased, but you also felt more prepared and confident thanks to Laurie’s constant support. Your sessions became even more intense, with every minute counting double. Laurie worked tirelessly to prepare you, organizing comprehensive reviews and mock exams to ensure you felt ready. But of course, he took care of you, bringing you breakfast when you stayed at his place, while still keeping his promise.

The final weeks before the exams were the most intense. You and Laurie spent long hours revisiting the most complex topics, refining details, and ensuring you mastered every aspect of the syllabus. These moments were often filled with laughter, deep discussions, and those small, tender gestures that had characterized your entire relationship.

Finally, the day of the exams arrived. You felt nervous but ready. Laurie held your hand before you entered the exam room, his eyes filled with pride and encouragement. "You’re going to do great," he said confidently.

The exams were a challenge, but you felt prepared at every step and for every question. Whenever you doubted yourself, you recalled the moments spent with Laurie, his teachings, his encouragements, and his unwavering support.

On the evening of your success, Laurie wouldn’t let you go home. After celebrating at school and with your friends, he waited for you at the entrance, a mysterious smile on his lips. "I have a surprise for you," he said softly, gently blindfolding you. He guided you to his car, and the drive to his house was filled with a conspiratorial silence, punctuated by the palpable excitement in the air.

Upon arriving at his place, he carefully guided you to his bedroom. "Wait here for a moment," he murmured before briefly disappearing. When he returned, you felt a silky fabric slip between your hands. "I saw this dress in a display window, and I knew you wanted it. I hope you like it."

Your heart raced as you felt the exquisite fabric of the dress. "Put it on and come back to me after," he added, placing a quick kiss on your lips before closing the door behind him.

You slipped into the dress, feeling the fabric mold to your form with perfect elegance. Standing in front of the mirror, you felt both beautiful and moved, touched by his thoughtfulness and care. Once ready, you opened the bedroom door to find Laurie waiting for you with a blindfold in hand. He smiled at you and placed the blindfold over your eyes. "A little more patience," he said with infinite tenderness.

He guided you again, this time to his car. The drive was filled with Laurie’s gentle murmurs, reassuring you and keeping you in a state of joyful anticipation. Finally, the car stopped, and he helped you out carefully. "Don’t peek," he joked as he led you through what seemed to be a hallway.

When the blindfold was finally removed, you found yourself in a Michelin-starred restaurant, luxuriously decorated and brightly lit. The tables were adorned with immaculate white tablecloths, sparkling chandeliers, and elegant floral arrangements. Surprise and joy filled your heart as you took Laurie’s hand, your eyes shining with gratitude.

"Congratulations on your achievement," he said, looking at you with undisguised pride. "You deserve this evening, and so much more."

He led you to a reserved table in a private corner of the restaurant. The impeccably dressed waiter greeted you with smiles and gourmet menus. You ordered exquisite dishes, each bite a symphony of flavors, paired with perfectly chosen wine.

The evening unfolded in an atmosphere of happiness and intimacy. You talked about everything and nothing, your future dreams, and past moments. Laurie shared amusing stories from his own school years, making you laugh heartily. You reminisced about the past six months, all the progress made, and every little moment shared that had brought you closer.

At one point, Laurie took your hand and held it gently. "I’m so proud of you," he said with emotion. "You’ve worked so hard and achieved so much. Tonight is for you."

The meal concluded with a sumptuous dessert, a culinary masterpiece that delighted both the eyes and the taste buds. Laurie raised his glass for one last toast. "To you, to us, and to all the wonderful moments to come."

As you left the restaurant, he pulled you into his arms, holding you close under the stars. "This is just the beginning," he murmured in your ear, his voice filled with promises and tenderness.

Back at his place, the evening continued with sweet conversations, laughter, and cuddles, each moment filled with deep affection. However, a tension had built up during the drive, as Hugh’s hand had remained gently teasing your leg. As soon as you crossed the threshold of the door, Hugh grasped your face and kissed you passionately.

A moan escapes your lips as you melt into his embrace. Your hands move up to his neck, gripping him tightly, determined not to let him slip away. The kiss, which is the most languid and passionate, triggers an explosion of sensations that ripple through your entire body.

He quickly lifts you with apparent ease, and you wrap your legs around his back. He moves through the house, and you focus only on the moment and the contact of your lips, as your tongues dance together. Hugh eventually sets you down, and you realize that you're in his bedroom. In the near-total darkness, you rise on your tiptoes to kiss him again, deepening the kiss as you feel his hands on the small of your back, pulling you even closer to him.

“I want you so much right now…” he said between two kisses. You didn't respond but gently caressed the hard bulge that was showing through the pants. A few raspy sounds escape his throat, prompting you to go further. You quickly unbutton his pants before pulling them down, just like his boxers. You grab his hard cock with one hand and a warm feeling greets you. Hugh flinches under your fingers and drops his head back against the wall.

“Fuck…” he hisses through clenched teeth. You end up taking it in your mouth and start going back and forth. Hugh grabs your hair with one hand and you intensify each movement in unison with his desire.

When you get up, Hugh gently pushes you onto his bed. Exhausted from the evening, you let yourself fall on it and you look, or rather admire, the man who leans over me. You welcome back his lips, then his tongue and thousands of butterflies appear in your stomach. "May I ?" he asks, ready to take off your dress.

"Yes." are the only words you can pronounce. Quickly, your dress is on the floor, not far from his boxers and his pants. Then, Hugh comes and kisses every part of your body until he takes off your clothes. You watch him slide your panties down your thighs then his gaze locks on yours. Now you are both naked, ready to end this beautiful evening as it should be.

In your bubble, you wait for one thing: for it to finally start. And without you having time to see it coming, Hugh plunges his head where your fire is throbbing, and you very quickly feel the most beautiful thing you have ever felt in your life. You jump when his lips come into contact with your soaked sex but you immediately arch your back when his tongue brushes against your clit. Your mouth opens and closes with each of his licks and the pleasure drags on as you hoped.

“I want you Hugh… now…” His crooked smile excites you even more and when he comes back to me, he doesn't forget to kiss you full on the mouth. Her lips which are so soft and so feverish.

It made him laugh and very soon, you felt his hard cock near your cock. In just a few seconds he was entering you and it felt so good. He was truly a god in bed and damn, this guy wasn't just handsome.

You begged him to go faster, enjoying each of his thrusts inside you. It felt like you were having the best night of your life. You were so well accompanied, and let's be honest, he was one of the best lovers you’d ever had. Maybe even the best. It felt so good that you moaned before letting out a long cry of pleasure. The wave of pleasure was quickly shared, and you found yourself in a fog of anesthetic vapors.

As you tried to catch your breath, you felt him move up to you and, unsurprisingly, he kissed you again. He finally collapsed on top of you, and you caressed every inch of his back while savoring the contact of your two naked bodies.

"Y/N, you are so perfect," he said as he gently pulled back. You didn't respond but smiled foolishly, your gaze locked with his. You ended up lying in bed, still naked. You nestled into his arms and welcomed his multitude of kisses on your hair, forehead, cheeks, neck, and shoulders.

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interestellarprincess · 11 months

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The 1

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Reader

Summary: After two years, destiny put them together to fix things out.

Warnings: none, just a poorly written english (not my first language) and sad swiftie's drabble. Also some personal words i'd like to say to him.

A/N: It took me some time to finish this one, but when I was writing the part 1, already knew that part 2 would be with this song.

TYSM for being here tolerating my bad writing :)

Now to the good stuff, SUMMONING ALL LANCE GIRLIES!!!!

This oneshot has a part 1

Taglist: @motorsp0rt, @mirrorball-6

2 years have passed since the last time they saw each other. Two years since y/n had her heart broken by one of her favorite persons in the world. She took six months to finally get through what happened at the cafe with Lance. She got back to work and tried to live through it, because deep down, she knew that he was out there living his life with the other girl he took home and it wasn’t fair for her to be the only one frozen in time.

After those six months, y/n’s boss got her a recommendation letter to work as a social media in one of the formula one teams. Later, she found out that the job was at Mercedes and she couldn’t be happier. Y/n thought that her life was finally getting into the right course and nothing could stop her, not even the possibility of meeting him during one of the race weekends.

So it happened. Everything was fine, until Spain 2023.

It was Friday, before FP1, y/n was on her way to the Mercedes hospitality. The paddock was kinda full of people, mostly staff giving the final touches for the weekend, since it was a bit early for the gates to open . Y/n was trying to get through the people carefully enough to not spill her cup full of coffee. She failed her mission. Steps away of her destination, someone bumped her and the only thing she saw at that time was the green blur going through her. “Hey you! pay attention next time!” she yelled, not expecting for the blur to turn and come back close to her, not expecting for it to come back as a ghost that she’d been avoiding since the beginning of the season.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, did you got burn…” Lance’s apologies stopped when he notice who was the person with the white shirt covered in coffee. ‘‘Y/n?, w-what are you doing here?’’ he shouldn’t be that surprised, but for a moment he wasn’t imagining that it was her in front of him, not after all these years.

After a few moments of processing, she finally managed to say something. “I work here, Lance.” She said trying to fix her shirt but it wasn’t worth it anymore. Meanwhile, he was just there, frozen looking at her. “Are you going to stay there looking like a statue or you’re going to apologize? I don’t have all the time and I imagine that you don’t have it too.” She was cold, but she needed to be. He blinked going back to reality.

“ y/n, I- I’m really sorry for ruining your shirt and your coffee… It’s just that I’m surprised by seeing you here.” He said scratching the back of his neck “look, can I get you another coffee? For, you know…” he was still thinking about what to say to her, she had no idea but she also haunted him after what happened. He felt like a piece of garbage for treating her that way and he wanted to apologize some day, but he wasn’t planning that this day would come so soon.

“Fine!” She agreed so fast that anyone would say it was because she was excited for it, however, all she wanted was to finally end this embarrassing and slightly stressing scene and go back to her normal day with not meeting her ex best friend and definitely without any coffee spilled all over her shirt. “Just dm me when and I’ll come, but now i need to go and get all of this coffee away” her hands were floating in front of her stained shirt during the last part of the sentence.

“Okay, see you later then!” he didn’t even finished his sentence when she was already leaving to the hospitality.

When Y/N arrived at the building, her friend Maya stopped her immediately. “Oh my god,Y/N! what happened to you? and why you’re looking like you saw a ghost?” she said already taking her friend to the nearest bathroom to get cleaned “Tell me everything!”

“If the ghost’s name is Lance Stroll, then I indeed saw one” Y/N was trying to dry her shirt with some paper towels while telling the whole thing to Maya, of course it didn’t worked, so the friend went out to get a new shirt for her. While Maya was out, Y/N noticed the notification on her phone.

@Lancestroll: I hope you’re ok and not burned

@yourusername: I’m fine, and the coffee wasn’t that hot

@Lancestroll: again, sorry for the shirt

@yourusername: it’s ok

@Lancestroll: btw, what do you think about today after debrief?

@yourusername:????

@Lancestroll: the “I’m sorry for ruining your morning coffee”? For what I remember, you’re not one of those with a bad memory.

Shit, he was right. Truth is that she just wasn’t ready to face him again.

@yourusername: oh right! After debrief is fine for me, see you there.

Y/N completely ignored his comment, but deep down, it still got her that he still knew her well. Maya came back, Y/N changed her shirt and the day went by as normal as possible.

Later…

Y/N was on her way to meet him at his team’s hospitality, when she finally entered the place covered in the team colors she saw him. He was there already on a table and waiting for her with her coffee, just like he did on the last time they spoke, just like he did on the day she left. For a minute, she felt like it was going to happen again, but the feeling passed when he said her name and waved at her.

“Different times now Y/N, different situations.” she said to herself inside her head.

She sat at the table, he smiled at her and handed her coffee. “I think it tastes better when it’s not all over you, right?” he tried to break the tension between them, because he knew that this meeting wasn’t because of the earlier accident, but because of the accident that happened two years ago.

“yeah sure it does!” she gave him a small smile after noticing how nervous he looked. “So, how are you doing? It’s been a while since we’ve last talked” Lance’s voice while finishing the sentence was almost a whisper.

“Oh, I’m good! On some new shit now as you can see” she chuckled while pointing to the silver star on her shirt.

“Yeah, this is so cool, I’m happy for you.” he took a sip from his cup “Did you started this year? I- I thought I saw you at Abu Dhabi last year.” Lance was nervous about her answer, because he could swear he saw her. Or maybe he was just missing her too much to the point of seeing her everywhere.

“Hm, sorry but it wasn’t me” she stared at her coffee “I started this year, John got me a recommendation letter. Anyways, tell me, how are you doing? How’s Juliana going? I didn’t saw her at the paddock” she knew she was a bit rough the moment she saw him look down.

He got surprised at how direct her words were, it was like ripping off a BandAid. He sighed “I think she’s fine, we broke up before last year’s summer break.” he stared at his coffee.

“oh, I’m sorry, you two looked happy together” she knew that they weren’t happy, but she was trying to be optimistic.

“No need to be sorry Y/n, actually, I’m the one who owns you an apologie.” he looked at her deep in the eyes and, for a second, she felt her body shiver. “I’m sorry for being an ass to you two years ago. You didn’t deserved to be treated that way, especially by someone you liked and who liked you back. I’m really sorry.’’ he said putting his hands over hers on the table.

Y/n sighed and looked at their hands together. " It’s okay now, Lance. If you never bleed you never gonna grow, right?” she gave him a soft smile.

After the apologies, the atmosphere between them got a bit lighter. “So, tell me, how are you doing? You’ve been doing great on the past race weekends.” she gave him a smile.

“If you say so, thanks!” he chuckled “But I know I need to work harder If I want to be quarter the driver that Fernando is.”

“Oh Lance, I guess you still the same when it comes to being too harsh on yourself.” she gave him a kind look " I know the media haven’t been the best with you, but you need to know you don’t need to be quarter of anyone than yourself. You’re still young and there’s plenty of time to improve your driving, and I trust you.”

“I guess I needed to hear that, thank you Y/n.” He smiled at her. “So, how about you…” he was about to finish his sentence when he looked down at her hands and saw the ring. “You’re engaged?” he was surprised.

“Guilty” she chuckled “His name is Travis, he’s one of the Mercedes engineers. My friend presented us last year by coincidence, before I got my job.” she smiled.

“Well, congratulations! I’m happy for you.” he said, but inside, his thoughts were screaming that it should be him. And he couldn’t help being mad at himself for it.

“Oh, thanks Lance” she was indeed happy with her life, but she couldn’t hold the thought that if her wishes came true, it would’ve been him. His ring on her finger, him wanting to spend a life with her. She knew it was wrong thinking this, but deep down she also knew that sometimes it was impossible to defend herself for never leaving well enough alone.

They chatted for a while, before their phones started to ring and they had to say goodbye. They promise to keep in touch because they missed each others friendship.

And in that moment, when they were leaving and following different ways, both of them started to think of what could’ve happened if that one moment had been different. Would everything be different between them now in the present? They felt the need to ask this burn inside their heads, but none of them were strong enough to ask it.

What they knew is that definitely everything would be sweet, if they were each others One.

#f1 x reader #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll oneshot #lance stroll drabble #spotify #Spotify

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didishawn · 1 year

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Hey bestie!!!! Your works are chef kiss 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼 uhm I was wondering if you can write angst w Ferran? Idk like there's an argument n he says something hurtful?? Miss ma'am tbh I have no clue what im requesting😭😭 all ik is that I'd like some angst ending in fluff pls??? N ur writing is amazing so 🤌🏼

Broken souls (Ferran x Reader)

Warnings: angsty with happy ending, mentions of Ferran's insecurities and mental health, mentions of the internet being assholes, Sira mention (not in a truly bad way as the girl is amazing)

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You know Ferran adores Barça and loves playing in it, it's where his best friends play and 9ne the best club's out there, but sometimes you can't help but wonder if things would be better had he stayed in Manchester City.

Words can bring down even the happiest of people, that person who everyone knows to be the nicest, the funniest, being broken by people on the Internet feeling the need to comment on all his flaws and creating insecurities.

It's terrible for anyone, brings them down, worsens their mental health and makes them sometimes not be themselves.

Your boyfriend, you know is broken, as months pass by he becomes even more of a shell of his true self, he might pretend everything is alright out there, but you know it isn't.

He overworks himself, training hours not enough for him, locking himself in the gym or using the goalie on your backyard to practice until late night hours, then waking up even before the sun rises.

You know he is exhausted, but he refuses to stop, you are worried about what will happen to him, you have told him so multiple times, and the screaming match you both are having right now is a repetition, already happened.

"I just told you to please come to bed, I don't think there is nothing wrong with it!" you shout at him, trying to get your words through that thick head of his, he shakes his head, a smile that is not truthful, almost cruel.

"You don't fucking understand, don't you? How can I go to bed when I fucking suck! Its almost as if you have fun seeing how terrible I am!"

"How can you say that? You know I am your biggest supporter! I just think you should also keep in mind to take care of yourself!"

He gives a dry laugh, face to face with you as he glares down at you, you are not afraid though, you know he would never hurt you -at least not with his hands that he furiously moves around and points at you.

"Really? Because I think you enjoy it, having all culers hating on me, maybe you like that I have no one by my side to have me all for yourself! Always so fucking clingy" he sighs "Sira understood..."

You both tense, his eyes snap into yours, apologetic, trying to reach out for you.

"Love, I'm-"

"Fuck you, Ferran. If Sira was so much better then she can take care of you so you don't fucking die from exhaustion" you are in tears "I fucking care for you and you just treat me as if I was a parasite, someone you don't actually love, maybe you didn't want a girlfriend -at least not me as its obvious you did want Sira, you wanted someone to keep your house clean and all that shit so meanwhile you repay me like this"

You walk away from his, you don't let him grab you a she wants, picking up your purse and intentionally leaving the house keys behind. You stop, see the promise ring on your finger, and go to take it off, his hands stop you.

"Please, amor, don't do that I promise I will try to do better, ok? You are right, I am sorry for treating you like shit, I promise I will listen to what you say"

You laugh "Only when you are about to lose me do you react, how can I believe your words for a second if maybe this conversation will repeat itself in a week"

"It won't, ok? I swear, y/n, I will do my best so there is no repetition on this, I want you, I love you, I won't be able to do this without you. I know I am an asshole, bit the one good thing I have is you and I will make sure to always remind it"

You think it over for a second, dropping your purse you let his arms wrap around you, taking a moment in them, you then go on to whisper.

"You are still sleeping on the couch after that Sira comment"

"Totally worth it if you stay"

#barca #fc barca #barcelona #spanish nt #spain national team #spain nt #ferran torres imagine #ferran #ferran torres #ferran torres x reader #ferran torres angst #pedri

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tiktaalic · 1 year

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Hello! You seem like one of the few people with the right opinion in this fandom, so I hope you don't mind me sharing one with u, I'd really love your thoughts on it. Now there's the infamous ship poll (which I find useless and divisive btw) and I saw some w*ncesties saying to vote for them bcs they're fandom history, since they invented a/b/o fics. Now, i may be partial bcs I despise the genre with a passion (after all of this time I still can't decide whom it is the most offensive to), but... Is inventing a/b/o truly a merit? Something to take pride in? Sorry if you happen to like the genre, I swear I am pretty indifferent toward who reads/writes that, albeit I dislike it, it is just something I was thinking over.

MY thing. Is that they didn’t invent it. J2s invented it. Is there a large overlap between the two? Yes. But it was specifically a j2 thing that was a slow winding development of a culture in which people fought about the ethics of shipping jensen with his Real Life Dog vs Original Dog Character. This was all his fault. Not deans. And j2 was IN the bracket and no one was getting on their high horse THERE going Wow #triggered antis refuse to acknowledge that j2 really did make history JUST because it’s problematic .. Nobody said shit. Nobody voted in that thang. J2 went quietly into that good night. they pulled those arguments out for WINCEST. which didn’t even INVENT omegaverse. ACCURACY and PRECISION above all. I don’t have to lie about destiel to propagandize destiel. I don’t have to appropriate cockles lore to propagandize destiel. I just say hey remember when destiel did this thing in the show. Bangs gavel. My verdict.

#anonymous #ask #incest cw

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marksbear · 2 years

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hello hello!

i'd like to request hughie (if you do write for him) x a male supe reader who has kinda the same vibe as homelander, like a powerful, asshole

(and lowkey homicidal, but lets gloss over that 🤗)

who's more of a villain (basically w/ vought/ an antagonist against the boys and all that)

anyways main idea is that hughie isn't supposed to be fucking the reader 'cause they're not even on the same team 💀 but is anyways cause how could he resist

Finally a request for the boys it's been such a long time since I had one! 😭 Hey! I hope you are doing good Anon! And I hope you like the fic!

I made sure that the reader can choose his own powers but I added one so the story can be better! And H/n= Hero name!

I hope you don't mind if I do a oneshot if you want a headcanons just send in another request for a headcanons! I don't mind it at all in fact i'll love it. I just have a thing for The Boys - Love, bear.

Hughie Campbell x SUPE MALE READER

Warnings, y/n is homicidal, manipulator Y/n, two faced reader, fluff interactions with Hughie and Y/n, mean reader, Y/n has a secret power

All the boys were in Hughie's house for some odd reason and sitting on the couch all gathered up together watching the news. H/n just broke the world record for saving the most people under five minutes.

It was two hundred and seventy six people he saved in such a short time. Him just saving people made the whole world go crazy. Over two hundred people in just five minutes made the people love him.

Hughie gets up from his spot off the couch and goes outside to call boyfriend.

WITH Y/N

"AHAH You should have seen me! I killed half the other people I didn't save! I'm telling you I convinced the whole world I saved every single body but in reality I killed about eighty!" Y/n says an underground hero that's just like him.

"You know what kid, you're gonna be just like me...Not as powerful and good looking though." Y/n tells the young supe who worships him like a god. "You think so Mr H/n?!" The young supe asks with such excitement in his voice.

"Kid. I know so. When have I ever been wrong?" Y/n says smugly with an evil smirk on his face. The young look up in awe stuck in a trance until Y/n ringer goes off.

"Well kid I gotta go." Y/n pats the kid on the back leaving with an evil smirk and snaps his fingers getting the young out of his trance.

That's the one Vought didn't know Y/n has. He gets people into a trance like he was the most interesting and best person ever. Manipulating people with his powers was easy just look them in the eye and just snap his fingers boom there under his control like hes a king or a god.

Some of the good perks are that it doesn't matter every bad thing he does He can make anyone see it as a good thing and it saved man-kind. His favorite thing to do is trick someone to do his mission for him or make interviewers leave him alone. And he can add new memories to people and take away old ones.

The down side to his hidden power is the major headaches he has and fainting spells. His fainting spells always seem to happen during missions that's why he tries to save the people fast before he passes out.

(Okay back to one shot because his little power is gonna be important later!)

"Hello?" Y/n says answering his phone not even bothering to see who's calling him. "Hey Y/n! Uhm I saw you on the news!" Hughie says giddy and all smiley once he hears Y/n voice and his smile is bigger when he hears Y/n chuckle.

Female, Frenchie, Mother milk and Billy look outside the window trying to eavesdrop the conversation.

"Oh really? Did I look good for you or what?" Y/n jokes making Hughie laugh. "Of course you did! You always look great." Hughie compliments making Y/n's heart skip a beat.

Y/n knew who Hughie works with. Hell that's how they even met. He was about to kill Hughie once he had to look for him it was either capture or kill him and he chose to kill him. Y/n didn't know why he couldn't bring himself to finish him off. He had Hughie on the ground bleeding to death but once they made eye-contact they locked in.

Y/n met hundreds of handsome men like Hughie but he was different so he decided to spare him but with a cost. With the snap of his fingers he entered memories of Hughie and himself dating for a very long time. He gave Hughie his number and called the ambulance for him and wiped his memory of the fight happening.

"Hughie. You're too kind I swear..." Y/n face becomes hot and leans on the wall. "How about I come to your place later huh? If you're not busy that is." Y/n offers putting his phone closer to his ear.

"Sorry can't kinda busy with work." Hughie lies to his boyfriend. "Oh. Uhm okay." Y/n heart aches a little knowing that his boyfriend is hiding something and lying to him. But he can't judge he lied for this whole relationship to be a thing. "Well gotta go. Y'know supe things." Y/n jokes with a straight face.

"Bye Y/n love you----" Y/n cuts Hughie off by hanging up. Y/n looks at young supe he was just talking to and smirks to himself.

If Hughie was too busy with his boy band for him how about he has something else to keep him company and entertained. As soon as he makes his move Homelander stops him talking about something. Everything he said becomes muffled and his vision blurry makes his head feel dizzy. "John catch meee.." Y/n slurs out passing out on the Number one hero.

Homelander catches him swiftly with a sigh and picks him up taking him to the meeting room. Lots of the other Seven members ask Homelander what happened and is Y/n okay. Homelander places Y/n in his seat and goes to his own starting the meeting.

By the time Y/n wakes up its dark and he's all alone. Y/n looks around with a major migraine feeling like hes gonna die with every single movement. Y/n forces himself to get out of the chair and his leg wobbles out of the room and out of Vought.

Y/n calls a cab and leans on the wall from a random shop. Once the cab arrives Y/n gets in quickly telling the driver to go to Hughie's job. Y/n groans from the music in the car. Once they arrived Y/n snapped his fingers and told the driver to leave so he didn't have to pay. Y/n opens the store door and gets into defense mode once he sees all the Boys members in the store staring back at him.

As everyone gets into their fighting stance Hughie quickly gets in front of Y/n blocking him. Even though Y/n can easily defend himself against the whole group maybe even kill them all he appreciates Hughie's kind gesture. "Oi Hughie the fuck are ya doin?!"

"H/n isn't like the rest of them! Hes different I swear!"Hughie shouts at Butcher. The Boys stare at Hughie like he has three heads. "H/n he actually cares about being a hero! He actually saves people not for the money or fame to actually save them to save them."

Oh boy if only the world knew the real H/n. A real fuckin bastard.

"How the hell do you know? What he saved you a couple times and what now hes your ideal? " Mothers Milk says full of confusion.

"We have been dating for almost eight months now and he already knows that I'm in the Boys. If he was like those fake supe's wouldn't he already turn me in?" When Hughie said that he had proved a valuable point. Making Y/n smirk a little before raising up his hands.

"Yeah. So what hes fucking with the enemy. If I was like my co-workers all of you would have been dead right now. So how about we make a trounce until further notice." Y/n offers giving his hand out to Billy. Billy knew countless innocent lives were taken by those very hands. He knew the truth about him. He can see through Y/n's gentle face and his kind words from the news.

He knew the K/n was a cold blooded killer, one of the reasons why he became a hero was to get an ego boost and powerful. As he looks into H/n eyes taking his hand in a tight grip as they shake on it.

"Don't fuck with me H/n." Billy whispers into his ear.

"Stay out of my way." H/n gives Billy a fake smile.

THE END

Editor bear! I'm going to remake this tomorrow! I know I can write better than this 😭

#hughie campbell #the boys x male reader #hughie campbell x male reader #x male reader #male reader #the bear club #the boys

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I dont know what to realistically expect when its time for me and my Daddy to have our first intercourse. Lately in our sexting and having playtime over text and calls, as we are currently in a ldr, its been all about him.. I am worried that it will be like that as well when its time. it will be my first time having sex, and me reading alot of erotica and romance and intimacy in fiction books and novels doesn't help that I want it to be as perfect as I read about, but I know its unrealistic.. I have asked him multiple times in the many months we have dated what's it gonna be like or what are we gonna do when its time for sex and he always said that he will take good care of me and we will do it all depending on me and how I am feeling and that its different when we are sexting and playing over the phone and how it will really be, that sometimes he gets rougher just to get things going and exciting over the phone but when its time it wont be like that because he knows that I am a virgin and that I am inexperienced.. I hope you understand how I feel and please advice me..

Hey Anon :)

I don't mean to suggest that I assume most people lose their virginity as minors because that certainly isn't the case. I was an adult myself, actually. At the same time, because it's not uncommon for people to experience this as minors, when I get anonymous messages referencing virginity I always feel the need to say that I am hoping and assuming you are at least 18, and if not you shouldn't be on my blog.

With that out of the way...

I think your worries are really understandable to me given how you're facing the unknown, and given the nature of your sexting themes. It's awesome that you've raised those questions/concerns to your Daddy multiple times! Communicating things like that are so important but can be so easy to shy away from doing as a new sub so I'm so glad to hear that you did that! And it sounds like he tried to reassure you that he won't push for anything that is too much for you or you aren't enjoying in the moment, which, in my opinion, is exactly what should be the case.

I think the #1 priority should be making this an enjoyable, non-scary experience for you. I can imagine being in your shoes and wanting to be this "perfect sub" based on your understanding of the 'perfect sub' from erotica and stuff, as well as wanting to make some of your sexting experiences a reality. I can understand the instinct to put that pressure on yourself. However, I'd really encourage you to try to be aware of you putting that pressure only ourself, and trying to resist it. Honestly, I think a lot of subs if they were to write out what "perfect sub" or "ideal sub" would be like...their description would not be the healthiest view of what a sub is. Many of us, even when we logically know otherwise, still hold onto some parts of your brains that think that we'd be a "better sub" if we had the least amount of limits possible, or if we needed as little as possible from our doms and were able to make everything about their pleasure. But those are really toxic ideas if taken seriously so it's really important to resist those - at any/every phase of D/s in my opinion, but especially when you're new to sex. Even as a sub with a few years of experience, I still find myself needing to be more vocal about how things feel, or do more guiding when I am trying something new to me. I think it's healthiest for me to do that, though - so we try to prioritize being healthy over being as subbie as possible.

Right now, your partner can't possibly know what feels good to your body during sex because you have no experience with that yourself, so you don't really know your own body in that way...so he can't either. And with that being the case, the best way to explore your body and learn what does and doesn't feel good to you, is to let you do a lot of guiding the situation in your early experiences. How fast, how deep, what position or angle, etc should all be based on what feels best to you, in my opinion. So that will likely look like starting really slow, and then you letting him know if you want deeper or faster or slower or if the angle is uncomfortable or painful at all, etc.

Frankly, it may not feel super submissive if you find that you feel the most submissive when you're in a passive role. You'll be leading the situation somewhat....but submitting isn't all about being passive. Cautiously exploring your body together while giving him information about how it's feeling for you, is going to give him lots of great information that he can someday use to lead your sexual interactions more himself. So, I think you could still very much see the experience as an act of submission as you'd be serving your Daddy and your relationship really well by doing that. To me, this route would be the most ideal.

At minimum though, I'd suggest trying to come up with specific boundaries that you have for this first experience. I assume that part of your fear of not knowing what to expect comes from fears that X, Y or Z will happen. Based on what your ask said, I'd think some of your fears might be that the interact would be too focused on his pleasure and not enough on your own, and another might be that you'd worry he'll be really rough like he's been in your sexting. If those assumptions are accurate, I'd share those specific concerns with him and set roughness as a limit. With PIV being the goal, he may need some time focused on him as far as a handjob or blowjob to get him hard. But if that is the case, you could still agree to something like...the situation will be as focused on you as reasonably possible, and agreeing to some sort of check-in related to whether you've had enough time specifically focused on you. And if you have any other specific concerns or fears, should be set as limits if at all possible. I say 'if at all possible' because if your fear is something like...being afraid that you won't be able to orgasm, then that isn't necessarily something you can set as a hard limit as your body just may not cooperate. But if your fears are things like...you're worried about being tied down during sex, or you're worried about a certain position or something, those are things you can (and in my opinion should) set as limits for your first experience.

In a nutshell, I think it'd be really tough for this first experience to be "too selfish" on your side. I'd encourage you to see being vocal about your preferences, goals, fears, dislikes, etc so that you guys can customize this as closely as possible to making it go as well as possible for you. If you want to someday submit to his wishes and preferences in bed, that's awesome, but I don't think the first few times you have sex should be about that. You have to learn your body first and understand your body a little bit yourself before you can really give control of your body over to anyone else.

I'll also add that while it's understandable to hope your first time is amazing, I'd try to adjust that expectation a little bit. I'm not at all saying it's not possible that your first time will be great, because for some people it absolutely is. And I don't think you should have too much fear that it'll go terribly, because as long as you both respect each other and communicate (as it sounds like you guys do!), it shouldn't go terribly. But, there is a lot of gray area between 'great' and 'awful'. My guess is that most people's first time is more in the neutral or slightly positive area. But when you think about your first time doing anything else...it's kinda understood that the first time won't be your best experience ever with most things. The first time with most things is a learning experience and if that's what your first time with sex primarily is...that's still a really good thing that can lead you to the "fireworks and rainbows" feeling sexual experiences you want to have later on.

I hope something in here helped. Sorry this is so long. Best of luck to you.

#asks #d/s

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incorrectskyrimquotes · 2 years

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you are officially the strongest person alive for not just closing the askbox after some of the trash you've gotten from idiots on this site. gdspeed and good luck holy hell

I've received a lot of asks like this one so I wanna respond and clarify

I actually love getting asks and even anon asks. I prefer having anon on bc yk big boy blog and all that but also so that people can send me their silliest things.

I really do truly genuinely enjoy having this blog and especially interacting w it. I've made a lot of friends recently and it's just fun to be able to talk ab the cringe failgame from a decade ago. Both for myself and in front of such a large audience.

Ever since I became aware I'm literally in the top 10 on skyrim blogs (at #9 but still) some of my anons started making a lot more sense. The power of anonymity makes people braver, which is good for things like funny headcanons and such.

I don't really like having to turn anon off and god I hope I don't have to shut asks off entirely. Fortunately once I turned anon off my inbox became a lot more peaceful. Funny that.

If I were to compare the two I'm sure I've gotten much more love than hate, but hate is much louder than love. And I know me giving it attention doesn't help much of anything but on the other hand people can and do throw around serious words about an unserious video game on unserious posts from an unserious person.

Even if I ignored all of it, just having to see it can feel so draining. And it isn't just in my inbox. It's also in the tags. I've repeatedly tried to express how deeply uncomfortable I am, AS A JEWISH PERSON OF COLOR, with people throwing words like racist and genocide around all willy nilly over video game characters.

It trivializes those real world issues, that have affected me, my ancestors, and people like me, down to fucking. Skyrim discourse. It's extremely frustrating. And from what I can see I don't think anyone is doing it maliciously or to get a rise out of me. But I think the sheer weight of those words has gotten lost.

And not to pull another race card, but this is especially upsetting from white people. I'm not thrilled about the fact white people keep talking over me and other people of color in the fandom about what is and isn't racist.

But I do also see the love. I see the cats in my inbox and the lovely asks and people writing paragraphs to defend me (when tbh I haven't done anything wrong anyways but. Eh.) and it's genuinely very touching and sweet and even if I don't reply to it (there's a lot to reply to!) I do see it and I appreciate it.

And for the poll, I fully plan on seeing it through. Round 2 closes tomorrow after which I'll set up round 3/the semi finals and then we go to the championship!

I started this poll, also this blog, for fun. I want people to have fun. I want to have fun. And most of the time I do have fun! But with the uptick in activity that brings *gestures vaguely* what it does.

Tumblr is one of those very few websites with true anonymity. This and reddit are the only ones I can think of where it's not expected to have your name, face, or other info about you anywhere. Which is a rare blessing on today's internet but it makes people very audacious about what they can and can't say to me.

I think because of that anonymity it's easy to forget I'm a human person. I very much doubt some of things I've had said to me in the last 48 hours would still be said if it was face to face. I truly don't think someone would look me in the eye and tell me to kill myself over skyrim bullshit.

And the funny part of that is if they did, I'd probably laugh in real life. For the sheer ridiculousness of the statement. "Hey. You. End your life because of video game drama" spoken to me at the local Target would be funny to me. But with the anonymity it feels just as hurtful as I'm sure it's supposed to be.

Thanks for letting me ramble and such. I'm not really even sure what I'm trying to say with all this. Other than I'm human, you're human, we're all humans, and we'd do well to remember that. Please just be nice to each other..

And be nice to me.

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barkspawn · 2 years

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Would you be up for writing Sebastian and Amelia getting stoned together? >w>’

Let's play: how obvious is it that Tori has never been high?

this was fun tbh

Amelia had never actually made edibles before. She'd had them, sure, but making them was hard only because she didn't often bake. She was pulling the tray of cookies out of the oven, her phone held between her shoulder and ear. She groaned as she waited for Sebastian to pick up. Just as she was about to give up, he did.

“Hey, what's up, Ames?”

“Hey Seb, are you busy?”

There was a long pause, a small clattering of metal, and a whispered, “ow, fuck,” before Sebastian responded, “sorry, no. I don't have to be. What's up?”

Amelia couldn't hide a small laugh that escaped as she leaned on the counter, “you sure? You sound a little preoccupied over there.”

He gave a sarcastic laugh, “I was just working on my bike. Keyword: was. What do you need?”

She looked down at her cookies, which looked pretty good. She sighed, “come over? I'm stressed and made–”

“Alright on my way. Need me to bring anything?” she listened as he lit a cigarette and closed the garage.

“You seem a little eager over there,” she teased, “no, I made some edibles though... So you'll have to be my taste tester.”

There was a long pause. She thought he hung up until she heard the sound of him taking a drag of his cigarette, “you weren't going to open with that?”

She laughed, honestly relieved, “I tried, sir. But you got a little excited there.”

“Ames, I didn't even know you liked to get stoned,” he hummed, likely through another drag.

“You guys were talking about it, and I don't know,” she shifted the tray to a cooling rack, “I usually assume people in small towns get shitty about it so... Hurry over.”

She went to hang up, but heard him call,

“Hey, wait. Is everything good? You don't really ever admit to being stressed.”

“Yeah, I mean, I'll be fine. Part of me is also curious about high Sebastian.”

He huffed, “I'll be there in five.”

She laughed as he hung up, moving to unlock the door before going to sit in front of her tv, scrolling through shitty movies.

Seb knocked before walking in, “hey, Ames,” he stepped in, closing the door behind himself before realizing he failed to wash his hands after working on his bike. Yoba, how desperate could he make himself look?

He walked over to the kitchen, washing his hands in the sink there as he looked over the cookies, “first of all, they smell fucking amazing. Even if they were plain, honest-to-Yoba cookies, I'd be fucking stoked.”

She stood and laughed, walking over to him with a genuine smile, “a couple of things, Sebby,” she teased, his cheeks fading pink, “first of all, you are covered in grease, which is super flattering because you came here so fast you didn't even put your hoodie on.”

He looked down at his shirt, frowning, “maybe I didn't feel like it,” he crossed his arms, leaning back against the counter.

She laughed, holding her hands up in surrender, walking over to the chest by her bedroom, “says the man who wears his hoodie in the middle of summer,” she teased, pulling the hoodie he loaned her a few days ago out and offering, “but here I am to the rescue again.”

He took the hoodie and unfolded it, “yeah, yeah. Thanks, Ames,” he pulled the hoodie over his head, arching his eyebrow, “you washed it.”

“Uh, duh…? I was in the pouring rain, of course I did,” she made her way to the cookies and offered one to him as she took one with the other hand, “now succumb to peer pressure and eat.”

He laughed and took the cookie, “I vaguely remember someone telling me to ‘just say no,’ but you seem trustworthy,” he took a bite, furrowing his brow, “alright, these are dangerous.”

She nodded, chewing her own with a hum.

They both had two before deciding that they should wait before going crazy. While they waited, they sat on the couch, a shitty, stereotypical romance movie playing in the background. They mostly chat about nothing, poking fun at one another as they often did.

It honestly didn't feel like too long before it hit them. Amelia was watching the movie on the TV, giggling at the ridiculousness, “seriously, why is it always ‘city girl goes to hometown and meets a hot guy who she falls in love with and stays for’? It's a little silly,” she looked over at him, biting her lower lip to stop herself from laughing at the look on his face. Granted, she'd often get giggly when high and was ALWAYS embarrassed later. But she never cared in the moment.

What she didn't remember was how cuddly she got. She'd just have to behave. Easy.

Sebastian, on the other hand, grew pretty introspective. He often became hyper-fixated on something, though his attention was torn between her and the movie, “Ames, if you fell in love, it'd literally be your life.”

Despite her laugh, she felt her cheeks grow warmer, “and who the hell am I gonna fall in love with?”

Sebastian rolled his shoulders in a shrug, “Dunno, is that something you really get to choose?” he started, settling back into the couch, “I feel like if it's something you chose, it wouldn't be love. Just a decision you made.”

She watched him as he spoke, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, “you sound like you think about it a lot,” she hummed, mimicking his stance, “are you in love or in a decision?”

He laughed, rolling his head to look at her for a second before turning his attention to the movie, “hard to say and I used to be.”

“Which is which?” she nudged him, his eyes once more finding hers.

“Used to be in a decision. Everyone said it was going to happen, so it did. We didn't work and we knew it.”

“Abigail?” Amelia asked without thinking, Sebastian giving a small nod, “and what's hard to say?”

“A conversation for another time,” he reached over and playfully pinched her cheek as he stood and walked to the kitchen, though he felt like he was floating if that was even the way to put it, “you got any snacks?”

She giggled at the pinch, smacking his hand away before sprawling across the couch, “got some chips on the top of the fridge that I'll eat if you don't.”

“Fuck that, I'll eat ‘em,” he grabbed the bag and headed back to his seat, where she now lay, “if you be nice, I'll share. And don't think I won't move you, Ames.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed, her comment cut off by the bag of chips hitting her chest and his arms lifting her torso up just high enough to sit under, letting her upper body rest on his.

Maybe cuddly me won't be an issue.

She giggled as he moved her, opening the chips. The arm around her reached into the bag and took one, feeding himself over her head, bringing forth another wave of giggles.

“Oh, you want one?” he joked, grabbing one and holding it for her jokingly, “I'm not gonna feed you but figured I'd be nice this time.”

She ate the chip happily before shifting to comfortably lean against him, her head ending up resting against his, “you're super warm,” she hummed, “this okay?”

He gave a nod, his arm tucked around her waist. Absently, she traced little stars on his knee where her hand lay, getting distracted by the movie.

After a long moment, he put his other hand over hers to stop it, “I'm not ticklish, but that's quite distracting.”

She laughed once more, relaxing as they both focused on the movie. After a while, he shifted, trying to get comfortable.

She pouted, leaning up a bit, “do you need me to move?” he shook his head almost too quickly before gesturing toward the couch.

“Nah, move over. I'll just put my legs up.”

She bit her lower lip and shifted back, laying at his side.

“Comfy?” she hummed, her head resting on his chest.

“Very much so.”

They lay like that through nearly two movies, just fixated on the crappy plots, dropping in their two cents every so often, sending Amelia into another giggle fit. Somehow, she ended up half-wrapped around him, idly playing with the string on his hoodie before groaning and burying her face in his chest.

“Why does this one have to be a farm town? It's like… Like an alternate reality with sweet, sappy shit,” she glanced up at him, surprised when he was already looking down at her. She was going to ask something, but the thought was gone. They both turned their heads to the TV as the love interest, Tyler, was introduced. He didn't really look like Seb… His hair was lighter (though still a dark brown) and he wore a flannel, of course, but she pointed at it nonetheless.

“Seb, tell me you heard that. What he said,” she looked down at him, eyes a little wide.

He had, but he didn't want to say it. So he raised his eyebrows, shifting to get comfortable with his back slightly propped up, “if I did I forgot. What was it?”

She looked at the TV as she told him, “he used to want to move to the city but found there's a lot at home to stay for…”

He watched her face, wondering if she knew he didn't plan to leave, not now.

She turned to look at him, tracing little circles on his chest, “he's you if you planned to stay, Seb.”

“He's definitely more attractive, look at that guy,” he frowned, though not serious.

“Nah, at least, he's not my type anyway,” she hummed.

“I can't decide whether to pick on you for implying I'm your type or telling you I'm not leaving,” he joked, not really meaning to share the whole bit there.

Her eyes were wide as she turned to look at him, looking over his face for any hint that he was joking.

After a moment, she whispered, “you're staying in Pelican Town?”

He knew it was the right decision when he didn't hesitate to say yes. She smiled, wider than it had been before resting her head on his chest to watch the rest of the movie. He idly played with her hair, which she never realized could feel so incredible. The credits started to roll as the movie ended as they always do: in love in the hometown at a wedding. If they're feeling adventurous, there's a kid.

She turned her head to look at him once more, eyes scanning his face, stuck on how vivid his eyes were at the moment, almost like a lightning storm, but never violent, always comforting.

She offered a small, sweet smile, “you're staying…”

His smile matched hers, “I'm staying.”

She leaned in then and kissed him, the movement lazy and cautious, like he’d change his mind at the wrong move. When she pulled back, she searched his eyes, the feeling of his lips lingering, leaving her whole body like a live wire.

Someone told her that kissing, touching, and especially sex was incredible when high, though if this was from a simple kiss, no bells or whistles, she wouldn't be sure if she could handle it.

His expression seemed to be trying to figure out if that even happened at all, though the goosebumps over his entire body was proof enough that it did.

He looked down at her lips, noting the shape of them, the fullness of her lower lip, the small freckle just above it on the left side. They both moved closer then, Amelia pulling herself further up his body to make it easier to get lost in the simple, lazy kisses.

Like walking on eggshells, he tentatively touched his tongue to her lower lip, making her breath hitch at the new sensation. He pulled back, concerned he crossed a line, but she chased the kiss, humming in approval against his lips, their tongues lazily exploring as she moved to run her fingers through his hair. Every so often, one of them would fail to stifle an approving or appreciative groan.

Playfully, she pulled at his lower lip with her teeth, his eyes falling closed as a breathy whine escaped his lips, his cheeks turning a darker crimson as he worked to catch his breath.

“I'm sorry, I just… Making out with you is… Blowing my mind.”

She laughed, pressing sweet kisses over his face, “you feel it too then?”

He nodded, his swollen lips tilting up in a smile, “well, judging by how much it took for me to stop, I'm going to give a solid yes.”

She watched him for a long moment before speaking, “did you kiss me because we're high?”

He shook his head, “no. I've thought about that for a while.”

“So.. Why'd you stop?”

He blinked, meeting her eyes, “because you feel incredible and… We are very high.”

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rivangel · 1 year

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Hey Gee

These fic writers asks are really interesting! I don't know if 3 questions are too much but if you don't mind, I'd like to ask you about ✨- 🌈 - 💋

Thank you <3

hi syl!! forgive the long answer hehe :3

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

definitely this kid levi fic examining levi's canon relationship with kenny and how his ackerman powers were awoken

based on what it's about alone, it makes sense to me why (idk how else to put it) it wouldn't appeal to a lot of people + it's pretty long for a oneshot and contains some dark content.

BUT i speed-wrote it in like 2 days based off this constant fascination i had about what levi's "training" w/ kenny was like and like?? what kind of part did kuchel posthumously play in their dynamic. and my experience growing up just personally. plus i feel like i did a good job on it which is a lil rare for me

so yeah i wish i heard more about it? but at the same time i remember with EXTREME vividness the feedback i DID get on it from 2 people that i still think about when i dont feel confident about my writing, completely unrelated to the fic specifically. im extremely thankful for those comments. so i guess it's a case of quality over quantity if that makes sense.

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

i’m going to answer this seriously but the first thing i thought of first is figuring out how scuba diving works from my old mer!levi longfic. i hardcore researched like?? oxygen poisoning? how long air tanks last and how to refuel them? the bends?? that was painful

but to be Serious™️ i started this kitty levi longfic in may 2022 that,,,,, i haven’t updated in about like,, forever (estimation). i think the reason i stopped working on it bc it turned into an INTENSE personal commentary on my own struggles and experiences - to process them i guess? but i kind of regret going that route bc it became mentally draining and just a lot.

i do plan to go back to it after my other longfic (danse macabre) is finished i think. maybe it’s rly weird bc it’s fanfic and narcissistic of me, but i ALSO place a lot of emotional Stuff into what that fic means to me, and i think once it’s done i’ll be in a better place to finish the kitty levi fic.

💋when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer?

mmm it'd be nice if i did? normally my comments are keyboard smash so fjvrijori. ive heard controversy about it before tho, so the way i tend to think of it is, the writer didn't owe me the fic in the first place, it wasn't owed them for me to comment, so i don't feel one way or another about getting a reply if i leave a comment, but i’d be appreciative if i did. i just hope they read it and it made them happy lol

reeeall fic writer asks

#★play!★

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mara-brekker · 1 year

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Hi!! Saw you asking for requests... could you please write an angst for Evan Peters' character in AHS Asylum Kit Walker x female reader w them in Briarcliff? If you don't do his characters, it can be an angst with Evan himself pls! thank u!!

Ur wish is my demand

A sorrow shared is a sorrow halved

Pairing: Kit Walker x fem!reader

Words: 1526

Warnings: angst, cigarettes (don’t smoke guys!), Dr Arthur is a warning himself, fake facts (more in an), mention of suicide

An: Suicide and scolioses are not contagious diseases! If u have suicidal thoughts please talk with someone about it <3 Crazy that they though scolioses is contagious!

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I was once again in the process of asking everyone possible for cigarettes. The guards already knew my behavior and only replied: "Get off, I have nothing for you!" They became really cheeky towards us. Suddenly the record player stopped playing the horrible song. It was a salvation for some, but quite the opposite for others. Like Pepper she was starting to lose her mind and I ran over to her. "Hey everything will be fine." I said calmly to her and she slowly came down again. Sister Mary, also known as Sister Devil by me, took care of the record player and quickly that annoying song had returned. Pepper hugged me gratefully and as she went back to what she had been doing before I looked around. Only a few other patients were a little upset. And as I looked around the crowd I noticed two beautiful brown eyes looking at me as well. He had to be the rebellious newbie as I've never seen him here before and I've been here for a number of years. So I went up to him to introduce myself. But while I was doing this, I noticed the fearful looks of my fellow patients. What did you have? When I stood in front of him and wanted to say something, he already interrupted me: "Finally someone who talks to me! What is this place and why is this nun looking at me like the devil himself?” he pointed to Sister Mary. I giggled to myself. "If you give me one of your cigarettes I'll answer your questions." He nodded hastily and handed me one."Ok listen.." I gave him a questionable look since I didn't know his name yet.

"Kit," he answered hastily.

"Listen, Kit, this nun," I smiled, "is Sister Mary, or how I call her Sister Devil. I think she was thinking of a satanic institution by the name of Briarcliff.” He looked at me sideways, but I just kept talking. “Briarcliff is a mental institution, as they would say among the genteel. People of all kinds are dropped off here. For example Pepper” I pointed to her “she is originally from a freak show and was then given to her sister after Peppers boyfriend died. She claimed that Pepper killed her child. However, I think it was her or her husband because Pepper loves babies.” Now I pointed to Lana, “This is Lana, she's a lesbian and that's Why she’s here.” I looked at him to see his reaction. Everyone I told that was mostly disgusted, how could such a thing even exist, they just said. But Kit remained silent and after half a minute he said: "It's not legal. It's not legal to have her locked up for something so natural.” I smiled sadly. "If I tell you why I'm here, will you also tell me why you're here?" He smiled but then said, "I'd love to make the deal, but I have no idea why I'm here."

"That's ok, I'm sure you'll remember it soon. Sister Jude puts you on a higher dose of drugs for the first few weeks than after, that can affect your memories.” Now that I took a closer look at him, I realized just how beautiful he actually was. Did he have a girlfriend out there or even a family.

"Have you been here long?" he asked me.

"Too long. You will probably think that you have been here too long than you should. But you won't know it's too long until you don't leave here. Because you know every patient, everyone is your family and this horrible place here is your home, Kit.” I didn't dare to look at him. My vision was now becoming glassy and I was about to cry terribly.

"Miss Y/N your kitchen duty is now ready to begin." Nurse Jude smiled at me.

“You Walker can follow her. Behave.”

"He won't slit my throat, Judy." I laughed at her, but she just looked back dejectedly.

On the way to the kitchen I said to Kit: "That was Sisters Jude, don't call her Judy." I laughed. "Why?" he asked. “Judy is a sadist. There will be whiplashes on your back or on your pretty butt if you do anything like that.”

"Where did I end up here?" he asked.

"In hell, Kit."

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In the kitchen I showed him our tasks and of course he asked more questions.

But when we were done with that, we left the kitchen and were greeted by a happy Dr. Arthur.

"Miss Y/N please follow me."

I looked at Kit and nodded towards the sitting room.

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When I got to his operating room, I sat down on the couch.

“I gathered from a conversation between Sister Jude and Mary that you wanted to kill yourself before your Briarcliff time. I would like you to avoid direct contact with our patients, because I don't want any more deaths."

How many times have I heard in this life that this was contagious.

”may I go now?" I said, rolling my eyes.

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In the morning I stood next to Kit outside of our cells.

"What did Dr. arthur wanted?”

"Talking about an infectious disease I'm supposed to have."

"Which?" he said as he looked down at me. And I hesitated.

We all walked to breakfast.

"I was admitted back then because I wanted to kill myself, Kit." I whispered to him. I didn't dare look at him anymore.

"Are you still having those thoughts?" he asked.

"Not as often as I used to." I noticed his eyes on me. I thought he was about to step away from me, but he took my hand in his.

"A sorrow shared is a sorrow halved," he whispered.

"I don't think it works that way." I laughed back.

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As is so often the case, our first meal of the day was interrupted by Dr. Arthur.

"Come with me Miss Y/N!" he almost yelled.

I quickly followed him and when he got to his operating room he said he wanted to examine me.

When he touched my back with his cold hands, he flinched and put on a mask.

"You have scoliosis, a highly contagious disease!" he finally shouted.

"I have to operate on her." He continued to speak more calmly. "I've only done this surgery once, but I'll be fine." He smiled creepily at me.

"What happened to that one person?"

"She is no longer alive. I have to be very precise and there are many things that can go wrong. In the worst case, you would die.”

All I could do was look at him in shock.

"Can I at least say goodbye to someone before they disassemble my back?"

"No way! But you can continue to eat your breakfast in the cell as long as I prepare the operation.”

As I walked out of the room, I purposely took the long way to our 'rooms' so I could get past the lounge. And then when I saw Kit seeing me looking for him, I nodded him to follow me. I slowly walked towards my cell as Kit caught up with me.

"What-" he asked but I cut him off.

"I have scoliosis Kit. Dr Arthur wants to operate me, he says the disease is highly contagious and that there is a slim chance I will survive.” We had now arrived at my cell.

"I don't know if I'll survive." I put my hands on his chest and looked up at him.

"It would be a shame if I died and didn't tell you I really like you Kit"

We've known each other for three weeks and I already said something like that?! But somehow it felt right.

"Kit say something he'll probably be right over to pick me up for the surgery. Please say something-"

But Kit said nothing and kissed me. As we broke apart, he began to speak.

"You will survive and I will wait for you. We're going to get out of here.” He said while his fingers made little circles on my hip.

"By the way, now I know why I was brought here Y/N" he started again.

"Y/N!" it yelled from the hallway. The doctor was done.

"Tell me if when I’m back." I whispered.

He nodded and kissed me again.

"I'm coming Doctor" I called as we broke away from each other.

And so I walked down the long corridor with the doctor who was about to perform a life-threatening operation on me.

And behind us a woman dressed in black was following us me.

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Thanks for reading <3

#evan peters #kit walker #kit walker x reader #ahs #american horror story #asylum

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crystalninjaphoenix · 1 year

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Hey Friendo it's me Hunter ^^ it has been some time hasn't it? I deeply apologize for not Being here and giving questions or any other stuff.. I have not been in a very good Place thus whole year and the events that happened Drained my energy and my motivation to read and alot of other stuff.. But! I am back now and caught up on the Fantasy mask AU and oh boy do I have questions! ^w^ be prepared for them! before we start just one thing. Did you eat and drink something? It's summer time and it can get hot so please Remember to drink and eat and rest

Now onto the questions!

Chapter 24:

- How did Henrik Got that Ilnees? Was he born with it

- Henrik will be okay right? Also please Jesus both Jackie and Henrik need sleep *puts blanket over them* if they ask who got them the blanket say a Timetraveler from a different Multiverse who's name is Hunter ^^

- For Chase it's a dream But for Jack it's real where he is Trapped in why is it different for Both.?

- who's king Samuel? Is that the king JJ 'serverd' or is that a different king?

Chapter 25:

Poor chase! You can't do this to me 😭😭 he found his family and now just poof!? :( also please tell me JJ is Fricking okay!! You don't know how fast my heart started beating as I did read what happened! Please tell me the little prince is okay 🥺

Questions for this chapter

- Draco Has magic!? Whoa how why when!!

- Why is Stacia going under a different name now and is she under a spell?

- Jair will be okay right? Please tell me he won't get hurt (even tho I love angst xD)

Chapter 26:

Okay you know what What is your power! My heart is beating very fast now and I am Hella scared for Jairsolas!! You can't do this to me. You made me cry! (I have Taken Jair so much in my heart now that he will always be special for me. And hey like I said once Me crying is not a bad thing it just means You really Have gotten me so much invested into that story) that's the first ever chapter where I am Hella scared for Jair srs! I You can't do this to me 😭😭 My boy! I will Travel through the god damn Multiverse and Beat the king up (which I probably Won't be able to because I'm to scared and 100% just would listen and do what he says)

Questions for this chapter:

- Why is the room covered in dusk?

- When will Henrik confess his love xD

- Will Jair be more traumatized now?

- Can I please give Jairsolas Hugs 🥺🥺 and tell him everything will be okay

With Greetings Your Good old Pal: Hunter

Hey Hunter good to see you again! I'm sorry you had a rough time but I'm happy you're better now ^-^ Yes, I have had food and water today. I drink a lot of water during summer cause I run hot naturally. I'd love to give more small talk but since you have a lot of questions I think it would be easier to cut to the chase.

How did Henrik get that illness? Was he born with it? Partly? The "false world curse" is inspired by real-world psychotic illnesses like schizophrenia, and there's a huge genetic factor in illnesses like those. Basically, if you have the potential to develop this illness running in your family, you could develop it when exposed to stress. That's what happened to Henrik in Fantasy Masks. There's a lot of stress that comes with running a rebel group, and he developed the illness over time.

Will Henrik be okay? Also he and Jackie need sleep. He will be okay... eventually. Also yeah everyone needs sleep XD I'll try to write a nice cozy sleep scene with a fluffy blanket in the upcoming chapters, just for you ^-^

For Chase it's a dream, but for Jack it's real where he's trapped, why is it different for both? It IS also a dream for Jack, it's just a VERY realistic one. The reason for that will be explained in future chapters!

Who's king Samuel? Is that the king JJ 'served' or is that a different king? King Samuel is not The King in the story. Samuel was the very first king of Glasúil, the one who united all the people and set up the government. The King is related to Samuel, but Samuel himself has been dead for hundreds of years.

Poor Chase! He found his family and now just poof? Yep, unfortunately :(

Draco has magic? How? Draco has always had magic! He's not a normal cat, he's a wizard's familiar. He can do all sorts of stuff. But, admittedly, this new trick is one that even Marvin wasn't expecting. It'll be explored more in later chapters :)

Why is Stacia going under a different name now and is she under a spell? Stacia wanted to leave her past life behind, so her name was changed. The same happened with everyone else from Chase's home village. As for if she's under a spell... Hmmm, what do you think? ;)

When will Henrik confess his love? The current plan is for him and Vsevna to have a nice chat some time in the next few chapters. But I'm not sure when exactly, since I have to figure out where it'll go in between all the rest of the plot that's going on.

Will Jair be more traumatized now? Can I give him hugs? Please tell me he'll be okay! Jameson is not gonna have a fun time for the next week or so. :( There's going to be some trauma reawakened, but he's stronger than he thinks! He'll be okay once this is all over. Hugs would be good hdjsakflh Unfortunately people can't interact with fictional characters to comfort them :( But I'll make sure he gets a big hug sooner or later. I'm so happy you're attached to Jair, by the way! I really like him as well :)

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Hey, I think this is where I do this and I believe I did everything I was supposed to! I've never done this before. Feels almost rude lol.

Can I request a level 6 ship for House of the Dragon, Grishaverse, and Stranger Things? I may come back for more lol.

About me!

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: straight but wouldn't kick Gal Gadot out of bed lol

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

MBTI: INFJ/P

Zodiac: Scorpio sun, Scorpio moon, Pieces rising

Moral alignment: probably chaotic good

Looks: short, hourglass-ish figure, busty, sharp nose, blue eyes, pale skin, blonde hair just past my shoulders (a lot of people ask if it's my natural color so...I guess it's pretty?), my friend says I have elegant hands

Hobbies: reading, writing, horseback riding, belly dancing, traveling, photography, d & d if my group can ever get things organized, drawing, knitting very badly.

Likes: dogs, horses, bears, bats, tea, wine, books, caramel, pasta, classic rock, guitars, Impressionist art, Bach's cello suites (preferably played by Yo Yo Ma), comforting cartoons, old sweaters, bookshops and libraries, swimming in lakes, classic muscle cars, London, feathers, obsidian, red, blue, protest rallies, old shows like MASH and the Golden Girls, kids.

Dislikes: math, conservatives of any kind, bigots, not being able to protect the people I love, panic attacks, depression, cancer, people who mistreat animals and children.

Personality: I'm self-deprecating and have low, LOW self-esteem for sure. I've got a fun sense of humor. I'm pretty intelligent. I'm very protective of the people I love, ride or die for sure. Would help you hide a body 100%. I'm very passionate and want to help people. I'm good with kids but don't know if I'd ever have any of my own. Will abandon everything I'm doing to go pet a dog. I have anxiety and depression. Am healing from personal trauma. Learning how to love myself the same way I love my family and friends. I am an anxious apologizer. I love and feel very, very deeply.

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays! Thank you! You rock!

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

You're not being rude at all! You did everything right and it's an honest exchange. I hope you enjoy the ships, and have a happy holiday! P.s. you can absolutely come back for more!

Also when you said you have low self esteem, honey I completely understand you. I had such low self-esteem for such a long time, and I still do. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm right here. I hope you know how worthy you are of life and of love. self-esteem

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝐴𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛! He would help you come into your own person. Help you develop yourself in all areas; hobbies, skills, personality etc. I think he would be a mentor, friend and lover.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・He didn’t want to do it. But Alicent insisted. You were a dragonseed, who had claimed Silverwing, and Alicent wanted you on the side of the greens, rather than the blacks.

・Not really enemies to lovers. More reluctant to be in each other’s presence. But over time little slips of information would tumble from the both of you. And you started to like each other ... to care.

・So your friendship grew, and it grew and grew until you had beat him in training and he smirked as the knife was at his throat.

・Likes to lay next to you and watch the stars. You’d both mount your dragons and fly to a lonely hill and stay there overnight.

・Hearing your laugh is the best noise in the world to Aemond

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

We Know What You Whisper by Ludwig Goransson

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ✧ He Looks Dangerous But Is Actually Soft x You Look Soft, But Are Actually Dangerous ✧ Both Wary of Love & Don’t Think This Can Be Real ✧ Bully Turned Puppy Lover

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆: ✧ Forced To Teach As Punishment

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: Your honesty, authenticity and ride-or-die attitude. The way you stay with the people you care about, ready to fight for them whenever they need it.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Would be Laena and Rhaenyra. You three would have so much fun together. You'd be known throughout Westeros as the three devils or something. Your adventures would be told throughout the cities, and you'd never get into trouble because you're rolling with the two most powerful daughters in all of the Seven Kingdoms.

𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: You remind of Rhaenyra so much! You seem like such a cool, down-to-earth person. Very genuine and authentic. There's something about you, just this energy - do you have some Aries, Sagittarius or Capricorn in your zodiac chart?

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕:

You're bonded to the dragon Silverwing. She was the mount of the great Queen Alysanne (the wife King Jahaerys) who was the grandparents of Viserys, Daemon and Rhaenys II. Queen Alysanne brought about a lot of good change for the women in Westeros - she asked the female citizens to join her in a meeting and would regularly ask for their opinion on their troubles.

Silverwing is also the mate of Vermithor, the mount of King Jahaerys.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝐸𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛! I think he would be such a hoot. Every time you hang out he makes you laugh and forget about your troubles. He really boosts your confidence and is absolutely astonished when you talk about your self-esteem. He thinks you are absolutely beautiful.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・You live in the same trailer park that Eddie and Max live in. You probably joined the Hellfire Club when your mum said you HAD to do an extracurricular activity at school.

・He intimidated you at first but you didn’t let it show. That’s what drew you to him. And then he realised you lived only a few trailers from each other (you already knew since you had a crush on him for years but he never noticed you before).

・Makes mixtapes for you and labels them as memories you’ve shared together

・Loves when you show interest in Lord of the Rings - he literally talks your ear off. But he’s so grateful that you care

・Asks you the most random questions because he wants to know everything about you. And you know what? He memorises all your answers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Bilbo's Song by Howard Shore

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ✧ Unhinged (Eddie) x Partially Hinged (You) ✧ Emotional Support Animal In Human Form ✧ Dumbass (Eddie) x Oh God That’s My Dumbass (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆: ✧ Secret Admirer

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: That you don't judge him, or anyone else for being 'weird'. You let people live their truths and listen when they need an ear or a shoulder to cry on.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Is Robin Buckley! You love it when she's passionate about something and wants to show you. She feels like a sister too. Someone who will always be on your side.

𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: A mixture of El, Will and Robin. Very intellectual, and can see the world through different perspectives. But you can be quiet until you're comfortable.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕:

You found him wandering around the trailer park. He didn't have a name tag but was especially friendly. A bit thin but a wagging tail, you couldn't help but take him home with you (he was more than happy to come, he literally just followed you)

𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔! I hate when the protagonist goes with the ‘good guy’, when the evil option is RIGHT THERE! The Darkling would never save the world over you. He would burn everything to the ground to save you. You’re his ride or die. He would never give you up.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Touches your cheek so gently, looking into your eyes like you can’t be real. But you are. And you love him, no matter what.

・Calls you his world, his life, his heart. You are apart of him and he’s apart of you. You were meant to be together.

・Knew you were the one when you weren’t scared of his powers, his shadows. You were intrigued, excited. You didn’t want him as an amplifier like everyone else. You wanted him ... for him.

・His mother likes that her son has someone who loves him so fiercely. But she knows that his plan for the world will come true with you by his side. So she’s very conflicted.

・As a Grisha yourself, you’ve been trained by the very best. He made sure of it.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Return of the Lion by Harry Gregson-Williams

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ✧ The Moon and His Star ✧ Curious and Wide-Eyed (You) x Has Seen Everything, Thinks It’s Cute (The Darkling) ✧ “We’re Going To Rule The World Together”

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆: ✧ Destiny

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: Your loyalty. The way you won't give up on people, even if they seem too far gone. Your all-in attitude. He just loves it about you, because he has the same energy. You don't have to worry if 'you're too much', because he loves it. All of it. All of you.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Would definitely be Genya Safin! You two would bond over feeling like outsiders. She would tailor on you different hair colours or make up looks. And there would be a moment where you would come crying to her, asking her to change the way you look and she would. But show you in the mirror and say:

"I can change everything about your appearance. Every. Goddamn. Thing. But it doesn't change what's in here" and she would point at your heart. Because there's no one else like you, and there never will be. You have so much power and likeability that you don't even see.

𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: Alina and Inej. Although you have low self-esteem, you have a genuine aura about you. Before people meet you, I bet they're really intimidated by you, but once they spend time with you they realise how amazing you really are.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕:

A very smart and reliable Raven. She always brings you messages from the Darkling when you’re apart and somehow understands you. She’s a beautiful thing with a good heart that can pick up your spirits.

#ships #match ups #pair ups #personal ship #open

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cheemken · 1 year

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What do you mean the villain au is supposed to be dead dove don't eat???? hello?????

but will you actually write the au like that or keep it as it is? I'm curious what changes there will be or will it stay the same?

if it's no trouble, what about a little snippet of it being dead dove don't eat, if that's alright with you!

Yeah it's supposed to be the epitome of all my angsty stuff, like, the whumpiest of whump of all my aus, all the fucked up horrible things that a character can go through or do should be in that au hahah

Ah, idk, maybe?? If someone asks hahah or maybe that chance went by na, so hey I'm just going w what we have rn, it's still dope hahah

And I didn't really write stuff bc ofc it's just a concept for me, just smth I'd think abt and I never write that stuff down unless someone asks or if I wanna share hahah but hey have some concepts on the initial concept of the villain Dia au, as a treat uvu

Like,, Diantha is legit the worst in my initial concept of the villain au, homegirl legitimately did not give a single fuck abt anyone that isn't her brother or Geeta, she actually killed Malva herself and made her own pkmn watch. Her manipulation runs especially deep in Augustine to the point that this man couldn't even talk back in a certain tone to his sister nor could he ever say no to her, so every secret he was told to keep by someone else, he has to tell her, or else. And hey, w Geeta too, she probs killed a man for Dia at one point let's be real, and Dia showered her w praises, telling her she's such a really good friend for doing her that one favour

Idk if you remember but like, that concept w Mom Carnet? Yeah, Diantha wasn't supposed to kill her during that, my first thought of it was that she kept Mom Carnet alive till present time, and tortured her in the basement. Yknow, burning her skin too, hitting her with that rod, engraving her own initials on Mom Carnet's body, laughing at her as she watches her cry and plead for forgiveness, to just kill her, to grant her at least that mercy. But nah, Diantha suffered so long under her mother, it's only fair her mother suffers too. Mom Carnet is still alive tho, like that concept where Cynthia and Augustine tries to look for Dia? Yeah, Augustine was supposed to find Mom Carnet in the basement during that hahah

Dia in the initial concept is an absolute demon spawn, like tragic backstory be damned honestly, she doesn't care abt purging the world of evil or anything, oh no, she just wanted a world where she would be hailed as queen, for people to worship her like the god that she is. Like she really got everyone in Kalos wrapped around her fingers and none of them are any wiser. When she killed Malva, she told everyone that she probably couldn't stand a life without Lysandre, so she followed suit, and the people believed her and they all grieved, but Dia really didn't care, she thought it was funny that they'd grieve over a member of Flare, a useless organization that was ran by an even worthless man

She really knows how to break anyone and make them bow to her will, knows just what they desire, sensual or not, she'll give them just that, give them everything they want, and suddenly she'd take it from them, saying if they don't pledge their loyalty to her, then they'd share the same fate as those who were damned by Arceus

And yknow, the tournament thing happened still, but w this I wanna say Diantha really didn't cause a huge uproar w Yveltal, rather she got Rose assassinated, or she got him kidnapped, and she ends up torturing him the same way she did w Mom Carnet. Like maybe locking him up in a dark and small room, leaving him there for days, until he loses his mind. And for her it's fun to watch him slowly descend to madness, it's fun taunting him on where his little champion is, why isn't he here to save you then? She'd laugh at him, showing him a picture of Leon still living his best life, and then looks at Rose, sneering at him, bc he doesn't care about you. He never did. And basks in the sheer amount of morbid joy she felt when his arrogant look paled, this is what happens I guess, when you try to challenge me

And yeah hahahah this was really fun to write for this ask, but yeah that's like, the tip of the iceberg still ig there's still a whole lot going on but hey hahah

#real quick tho is it really still called dead dove dont eat?? like.. for the really angsty stuff?#cause i looked it up here and majority of the content in that tag is smut #is whump the thing i should use for this??#ah well hey if anything yall just send an ask on what tags to use on this bc i really dont know #angst #heavy angst #death mention tw #torture mention #murder mention tw #just to be safe hahah #villain diantha au #an ask and an answer #anon

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In dedication to decimating Celine Dion Isle, God man she earned it.

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Yeah

I don't ono

To who would

You ha ha guest August sistd8dedzis trump also not bad which is the good you want most or possibly risk pissing. Of t deside it's norms moms indoor pool

We have washrooms

What do you do

Whkllol it's yoda

I al ways win summer. Toda

And burp

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