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──★ SERENDIPITY. (FANUM)

— ୨୧₊˚ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄. ──★ 𝐜𝐰 : 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟! 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭!𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬-𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐦. ──★ 𝐚/𝐧 : 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭! 🙏🏾 ──★ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ──★ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ──★ 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 @huraxy & @cursed-carmine

"chat... i think (y/n) might be...pregnant" fanum muttered nervously to his camera.

fanum noticed that you've been experiencing mood swings and very odd food cravings. he suspected that you were on your cycle like usual but then he noticed that your stomach was slightly growing.

"yes chat, she might be pregnant! because we haven't done any protection... in a while" he said visibly embarrassed. "i wanna ask her but she been mood as hell lately." fanum said reading his chat giving him ideas. "look through her bathroom trash?" some one suggested.

fanum sighed hesitantly as he gripped the handles of his chair deciding to stand up and check (y/n)'s bathroom "hmmm.... alright..." he got up and exited his streaming room,walking down the hallway towards (y/n)'s area,he cracked open her door and peeked inside saw her sound asleep. he tipped–toed towards her bathroom and began to rummaged through her cabinets and drawers for any clue for pregnancy but found nothing.

fanum let out frustrated sigh and continued to search because something was telling him to continue,he glanced over at the trash and saw a very suspicious pile of paper towels.

he grabbed the trash bin and flipped it upside down, letting gravity do it's work and a clink hitting the tile floor. he leaned over and picked up the device and saw two vertical lines looking back at him. "i'm gonna be a father...?" joy began fill his mind as thoughts of him being a father to the most perfect woman in his life.

"bae?"

fanum turned around to his girlfriend in comfy clothes,waking up from her nap. "what are you holding–?" she let out a gasp and tears almost forming "i-i was go‐gonna tell you but... you've been so busy with streaming..." (y/n) hiccuped through tears.

fanum sighed and walked towards her, pulling her closer by the face and passionately kissing her for a few seconds then letting go. "girl, you gonna be the best mother ever! and you betta believe that i'l there for you and our little boy or girl." fanum said caressing your stomach.

you let out a warm laugh that made fanums heart melt, then he suddenly picked you up bridal style and the test and carried you across the amp household back towards his room and kicked open the door "chat! call me father fanum from his day on! because ya boy is gonna be a father soon!" he announced proudly still holding you.

his chat erupted with "w's" and "congrats" he let out a hearty laugh and kissed you on cam again.

that exact moment was nine months ago and now you sat in your nursery holding your baby girl, serenity in her cream color bear onesie watching her drool against your chest.

"she drools just like her damn daddy." you chuckled slightly,laying her down in her crib.

"tch! no i don't!" fanum whispered.

"yes..yes, you do." you giggled.

"now that she's asleep...why don't we relax for a bit?" fanum said whispering in your ear, his hands around your waist.

"good, because i need a nap!" you said leaving the nursery.

"that's not what i ment!" fanum said confused.

"that's what i ment."

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𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 🤍

i said what i said 😤 😤😤😤😤 also how do y'all write the whole western AU? cuz all i know cowboys, horses, gun duels, "this town ain't big enough for the both of us", campfires and women getting kidnapped... help meeee 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Black girls love Star Wars too.

Black girls love Disney too.

Black girls love One Direction too.

Black girls read/write fanfiction too.

Black girls are thriving in these fandoms too.

Black girls can be nerdy too.

Black girls have hobbies and passions too.

Black girls love sci-fi and comic book movies too.

Black girls are hardcore Marvel and Star Wars fangirls too.

Black girls are trash for Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Adam Driver, Tom Hiddleston, Timothée Chalamet, Harry Styles etc too. 

Black girls know everything there is to know about these fandoms too.

Black girls love reading fanfiction too.

Black girls daydream about being an avenger too.

Black girls love lightsabers too.

Hey, y'all! I'll be a bit MIA for the next couple of weeks revving up for V-Day fics + updating "It's Complicated" (my current Eren fic), but I wanted to come on here to say a few things:

Fuck ICE.

Fuck Trump.

Fuck Vance.

Fuck Elon Musk's ugly ass.

Fuck all racists.

Fuck all white supremacists.

Fuck Nazis.

Fuck homophobes & transphobes.

And fuck every internet troll typing this type of crap from their basements because it gets them off cuz they have no life.

an: it’s that time yall…

i need a big boy to love on me like it’s his only job on this damn earth.

the slow ascent over his lap feeling more like mounting a horse. the feel of his strong hands gripping at the plush of your hips. the tug and pull at each others clothes while your lips lock in the slowest, wettest fuck. his scorching tongue in your mouth feels like he’s reaching into you for your soul already and the firm fingers in your hair make sure he gets exactly what he wants.

he can’t help but grind up into your heat on instinct, the slow roll of his hips intoxicating you. the heat spreading through your core and straight up your spine, unable to keep your mouth shut. the rhythmic back-and-forth of humping fully clothed, no time to take any clothes off. his hands sear a path over every inch of skin he can get to, yours content in his hair too focused on rocking your clit over the throbbing bulge in his shorts. a concentrated frown etched into his strong features, sparkling eyes locked on your thrown back head.

his hot mouth going straight for your bared neck, addicted to the taste of your skin. he’s laving at anything his mouth can reach, sucking at your nipples like the feel of them in his mouth alone is enough to make him bust - your whole chest glistening by the time he’s done.

the rushed struggle to stuff yourself with every thick inch he has, clothes still on, mouthing at his lips. him thrusting up into you short and fast, grunting against your collar bone, palms firmly planted on your hips. chest to chest, you can feel every breath he intakes, the outtake fanning over your wet, pebbled, buds. his solid arms caging you in, making damn sure you take everything he’s giving.

he has to back up just to see you in all your glory, pushing at your belly, still canting up into you with no problem. his mouth hangs open in bliss, floored at the the clench of you around him when he man handles you down to the hilt, hitting a spot so deep you think you see tweety birds.

he flips you both over like it’s nothing, his belly up against yours, his pudge and happy trail rubbing your clit just right. the weight he puts behind his thrusts hitting you like a mack truck. it makes you dizzy, the way he’s putting his all into it yet completely unfazed by the way you can’t shut your mouth. his lazy thumbing at your sensitive clit sending you up the wall. he keeps you on the edge for as long as you can stand, heaving breaths into his mouth from the force of his thrusts.

he’s nasty with it, biting at your lips in a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself lingering on his tongue from earlier. he’s flipping into whatever position gets the loudest moans out of you, massaging the plush of your thighs and up your back like that’ll ease the punch of his hips. he heaves into your neck, gripping at you like the heat of you around him is wearing his sanity thinner than is possible.

he don’t care about the mess, the splat splat of the wetness in between you both makes you even wetter, the gush around him calls for teeth biting, groans, and hot tongue on the column of your throat. you moan like you haven’t had a homemade meal in years - the palpable hunger for you that seeps out of him when you buck up onto his leaking dick, is only thing that can quell your hunger.

when you’re on your side, thigh stretched up in his hold, the soft muscle of him envelopes you from behind. he reaches so deep with every thrust you think he can feel how much you need his dick. it overwhelms your senses, his baccarat, your miss dior, and the thick musk of sex

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

salmon!

dog-gone it.

intimacy is subjective

the sky, the sun, getting beat up by inumaki

bitter eclipse

puppy love

tongue-tied

be not afraid of my body

sweet dreams and other cursed demands

i leave you

come

our hands

the sun will rise again

1999

transatlanticism

my home is where your heart is

i know when you're around ('cause i know the sound of your heart)

let's talk.

nightmares

paper wings

pull me close

this love

secret admirer

favorite

muse

a coffeeshop phone call

crush