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nadvs · 7 hours

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♡ㅤׄㅤִㅤ ୨୧ rafe cameron & his sweetheart girlfriend ✧

ᝰ rafe didn’t realize just how badly he craved kind, gentle love until he met her. he assumed every relationship he’d be in would be dysfunctional but then this girl, who’s sunshine personified, comes into his life and he has never wanted someone more.

ᝰ he’s a nervous wreck the whole time he pursues her. she’s well aware of his bad reputation and the fact that she takes the time to get to know him with open arms instead of letting gossip influence her makes it all the more clear to him how sincere she is.

ᝰ just because she’s sweet doesn’t mean she takes his shit. rafe is a victim to his own temper at times and when he snaps at her, she calmly tells him to cool down and talk to her about what’s really bothering him. she doesn’t escalate arguments. she talks him down. and he loves her for it.

ᝰ rafe would die of embarrassment if anyone saw what he’s like with her. he loves when she plays with his hair and leaves kisses all over his face. his favorite place in the world is on top of her, his head on her chest, wondering how he got lucky enough to win the heart he hears beating.

ᝰ she’s his best friend and maybe his buddies would give him shit for that, but it’s true. because he has never known a bond like this. not only does he have fun with her, but he actually feels understood for once. eventually, she knows him better than he knows himself.

ᝰ rafe hates crying but he hates it the least when it’s with her. he’s used to being told to toughen up. but she doesn’t do anything of the sort. she holds him, consoles him, keeps her gaze off of him because she knows he hates being looked at when he’s in this state.

ᝰ she’s the first one to say the word love and rafe has never felt happier in his life. he has felt love for her for months, but knows he wouldn’t survive if she didn’t say it back. he kisses her hard, whispering that he loves her over and over, making up for every time he thought it but couldn’t say it.

ᝰ the feeling he gets from having somebody worry about him is unreal. he’s used to being neglected and ignored, but she shows her concern for him in countless ways. she’s always reminding him to drive his motorcycle carefully. he eventually tacks a photo of her on his dash as a reminder not to speed because he has a reason to live now.

ᝰ rafe isn’t surprised that his family adores her. his father mentions something in passing about her being a good apple. she even makes ward crack a smile with one of her jokes every so often. rafe doesn’t know how somebody could be so perfect. he’d love her even without the approval but he’s comforted by the fact that he doesn’t have to worry about it.

ᝰ she sees something in rafe that he doesn’t see in himself. he actually likes who he is around her. he’s still rough around the edges with others, but he’s his most authentic self with her. she’s on his mind all day and he misses her every minute they’re not together. he calls her his angel, because that’s truly what she is to him.

inspired by an ask from @putherup 💘

#rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron concepts #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron blurb #hc #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron and you #rafe cameron and y/n #rafe cameron and reader

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merlucide · 3 days

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PLEASEEEEE CAN YOU WRITE HEADCANONS WITH RIN, KAISER, SAE, OTOYA AND REO AND A SHYREADER WHOS SHY AROUND PEOPLE SHE DOESNT KNOW BUT CRAZZYYYY AROUND PEOPLE SHE DOES KNOW PLSSSSS

BLLK BOYS WITH A SHY BUT CRAZY S/O

Notes: OFC WIFEY. Also… this scenario, seems, a bit self insert don’t you think…. 👀 ALSO LMAO I MADE READER UNHINGED?? SO- SORRY LMAO?

characters: Rin, Sae, Kaiser, Otoya, Reo

wc: about 300ish each

warnings: nb reader, cursing, randomness + cringe lmao😭

ITOSHI RIN

Well tbh, y’all probably had to have been friends for a loooong time for him to ever considering dating you 😭😭

So Rin had a good understanding of your personality, as you had known each other pretty much since the beginning of time.

He never understood how your personality went from 0 to 1000 whenever you two are alone.

He prob thinks ur on drugs tbh

He’ll be your voice for you if you can’t seem to communicate with strangers, though he might not be the friendliest no shit.

he thinks it’s dumb that you’re shy tbh

He’s small minded about these things okay 😭

He never ever will get used to your bursts of crazy energy.

he swears he’ll turn around and you’ll have a horse mask on with a tutu around your waist

ITOSHI SAE

lmao you give him terrible whiplash.

He too, also thinks you’re on drugs.

You and Sae would like be at the airport on the way to Japan, his manager would be going over the details and precautions for going to Japan (yk fans and press or whatever etc etc).

His manager looked over to you and asked if you were alright, since you literally hadn’t spoken a word since he introduced himself a two hours ago.

You nodded and followed Sae and his manager onto the private jet(cus he’s rich-rich😌🤭)

Once y’all were settled, his manager closed you and Sae’s cabin door.

Sae looked over to see if you were alright, since traveling and yadda yadda can be overwhelming.

You were fucking giggling like an underwater hyena (that’s a thing I bc I fucking said so bitch).

You grabbed his hands and pulled back and forth giggling about how stoked you were rn.

LMAO HE WAS TOTALLY LOOKING AT U LIKE THIS

KAISER MICHEAL

lmao he was disturbed at first 💀

like “wtf happens to my shy, sweet, s/o??”

He’ll like be getting a glass of water at night and in the corner of his eye, you hold a flashlight at your face with a blanket wrapped around you. Staring into his soul, inches behind singing.

“hello darkness my old frienddd~”

He just blinked at you for a while.

“Y/N what the fuck is wrong with you.”

ANYWHOOO!

He thinks it’s funny af though

Like how nervous you get around his teammates and then when y’all are home you start cartwheeling.

You sure keep his life ✨spontaneous✨

OTOYA EITA

LMAO A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN

YOUR RANDOM AF.

HES RANDOM AF.

= SOULMATES

he thinks it’s so cute how shy you are

He loves that bc ur shy around strangers you cling/stay close to him. He feels so sigma male bc he’s ’protecting’ you🐺🐺🔊🔊🗣️🗣️😏😏

Someone humble him please.

LMAO HE’LL GO LIKE:

“Babe watch this😏” and ninja pose really fast LIKE A LITTLE KID DABBING

And you’ll be like:

“Nah watch this😌” *does the worm*

Y’all T-pose at pidgend together 💕 #couplegoals

MIKAGE REO

LMAO HE’LL BE DAYDREAMING AND LIKE-

“My dearest Y/N! Oh they’re such an angel! They’re so pretty and kind and perfect! And amazing- is that them in a dinosaur inflatable doing the WAP in 6 inch heels?”

lmao kinda how it goes

He never really gets used to the switch up.

It makes him so happy that you feel comfortable to be yourself around him, even if that means painting yourself pink and putting googly-eyes on while blasting the Peppa Pig intro💗

He loves hearing people talk about you too.

“Oh y/n is really shy, but they’re nice I guess?” Like hah okay..

Pretty sure they weren’t crab walking in a tuxedo with a kazoo in their mouth playing Sinfonia N°9 Coral in D Minor, Op. 125: 1. Allegro ma non troppo, un poco maestoso by Beethoven 🙄🙄

LMAO I HAD NO IDEA WERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS. I WAS LIKE “wtf am I gonna do😦”

made April 21st 2024

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creedslove · 3 days

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BESTIEEE I know you’re probably not taking any request now but… since I’m a slut for angst… it came up in my mind reader and Joel being together, she wants kids, he doesn’t since he’s way older than her and already had Sarah so he’s not up to have another kid at his age and reader agreed with that for the sake of their relationship and because she just loves Joel so damn much so she’s willing to give up her desire of becoming a mom. But they’re like at a friend party or at the park and he sees her playing with some friend’s kids and her eyes just sparkle so Joel feels sad for taking away that from her and he gives her the talk “I love you but I need to let you go cause I just want your happiness so she can have kids with someone else and the end is up to you 🥹❤️❤️

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: hi bestie, I know it's been a few days since I got this ask, and even if I was focused on a certain cowboy, you can be sure this lovely idea hasn't left my mind because it's just so perfect and great, thank you for sharing 🤌

• when you'd traced plans in your life, you had always established some goals: study, get a nice job, travel, be happy, get married and have a family. That was pretty much all you wanted from life, since it seemed only fair you could have it all

• what you did not plan nor expect, was falling in love with a handsome, older and charming man; the heart wants what the heart wants and in your case, your heart (and let's be honest, your body and soul too) wanted Joel Miller, but who wouldn't want him?

• he was big, broad, handsome, strong, he had great hair, beautiful puppy brown eyes and we were only talking about his physical features, although he was much more than that: he was also smart, hardworking, responsible, he was a great dad and even if he seemed a little shy or like he kept to himself, he had so much love to give, and much to your luck, he wanted you as much as you wanted him

• so you simply clicked, despite Joel being older than you; it wasn't a deal breaker for you, it never was, because if by any means that became a problem, you wouldn't even start dating to begin with; although there were some generational conflicts that was quite amusing to see: Joel referred to TV shows, some movies or ads you'd never even heard of in your life, while he didn't get why you always thought those stupid silly videos on your phone were so funny. He didn't really get Taylor Swift - or he pretended he didn't - and you would absolutely fall asleep midway pretty much every movie he claimed he'd watched at the movies when he was a teen and it simply kicked ass

• bur nothing that came even close to being a problem. Sarah enjoyed that exchange, she knew her dad was a modern man, she also knew he looked good by the amount of women who would shamelessly swoon around him, but she always worried he would simply lock himself inside once she took off to live her own adventures, so she appreciated how much you loved and cared about him, making her happy to see how much her dad really loved and cared about you too

• you both had a great relationship, it was mature, sexy, full of understanding, passion and partnership, but Joel being an experienced man, knew it was important to put all the cards on the table before you two were in too deep to decide what was a deal breaker or not

• so you both talked openly about your plans and ambitions for the future, your no's and things like this, to decide beforehand if it was worthy

• you were on board with almost everything, with the exception of Joel being honest and clear about the fact he was older, he had already gone through the fatherhood experience - which had been quite traumatic even if Sarah was the thing he loved the most in his life - and that he didn't want to go through it again, which meant kids were definitely off the table

• you felt your heart shattering; you've always wanted to have kids, and not only that, you could see Joel being a perfect dad to your kids, because not only was he already an amazing father, but he had all the great qualities of a partner, and perhaps a future husband, and to make things worse, Joel did want all of those things with you, he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side, to give you his name and a home, but not kids

• and even if he knew you wanted kids and you knew it too, you decided to suppress this side of you, because you loved him so much, you thought it was worth sacrificing your desire to have Joel in your life; maybe life would be easier and better if you just stayed with each other, you'd be happy, no doubt about it, and just hoped you wouldn't feel incomplete at everything else

• Joel wasn't insensitive though, he knew that decision took a toll on you, it was complicated and it pained him to think he was the reason why you still hadn't made your wish come true, but how could he get into something he didn't want to? If roles were reversed, it would be too unfair to ask you to have his child, so he tried telling himself he wasn't holding you back

• however, what was so hard was that in addition to knowing about your wish to be a mom, he could see how good you'd certainly be at it; the way little kids and babies immediately took a liking to you, often wanting to play and cuddle and the way you were always so caring and attentive towards them, it always brought a pang into his chest, it hurt to see you not having it because of him

• as much as he loved you and cherished your presence and relationship, that guilt started eating him up alive; he was getting more and more upset about it, the way you simply didn't complain or insist on it also made him upset and worried, he didn't know what to do, he got to the point where he felt tortured to see you interacting with little kids, because he could tell how much you wanted that reality for yourself but he was stopping you from it

• when you both were invited to one of his cousin's baby's first birthday, you immediately accepted the invitation. Joel thought about declining it, but then, what could he say? he had no excuses of any sorts to simply say no, so there was no way other than going and that was it

• he was sort of enjoying the party, having a beer with his relatives and having some treats when he spotted you around the kids: you were having so much fun, simply the life of the party, as the kids giggled and cheered around you, all happily and excitedly, and you wouldn't leave them at all

• Joel's heart shattered, he couldn't keep on doing that to you, it was too much, he loved you and if you love someone you gotta do your best to make them happy, and in that situation he was aware he wasn't doing everything at his power for that, so he swallowed hard, as he took a decision, it was a hard one, but it had to be done

• so once the party was over, you noticed Joel's sadden expression, even if you asked him what was going on, he didn't say it, he just shook it off and said it was work problems, not wanting to extend the subject, you just shrugged and didn't say anything else, leaving the tension home, sensing things weren't going to be easy

• so a couple of days after the party in which things weren't great, Joel finally took the courage to come forward and talk to you about things

"I love you, darling. I swear I do, with all my heart, but I know I'm not making you totally happy, not as happy as you can fully be. I can't stay here, preventing you from finding someone you will really be happy with, someone you will be able to build a life with. You deserve it, baby. I can't give it to you, but I can't see you suffering any longer"

• it broke your heart, you didn't want to break things up with Joel, you loved him, but you were honored to see how much he cared for you, it wasn't easy to recover and get things back on track, having to remodel your life after breaking up with Joel, getting used to being without him, but time heals all, you learned after a while

• Joel also had to relearn how to live his life without you; it was complicated but he loved you so, so he trusted his gut in letting you go, especially a couple of years later, when Sarah came over to visit him with her new boyfriend and handed him her phone: she'd found your Instagram and it showed you happily married to some guy named Marcus Pike, apparently he was an FBI agent, gentle and good-looking and extremely excited to announce he was going to be a dad for the first time ❤️

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller headcanon #joel miller headcanons

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allthebestnamesweretaken · 2 days

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What are some of your Zutara head cannons???

I love the idea of Katara making the first move bc Zuko is convinced she couldn’t possibly like him back (even though it’s so obvious that she does). And if when they do get together he’s very much “I can’t believe she likes me” even after an entire life time together but at the same time he knows she’d go to hell and back for him.

They’d make the perfect slow burn after the Agni Kai imo. Because of course they’re inseparable after something like that

Awkward Zuko and Toph/Iroh/Suki playing matchmaker are also some personal favorites 😂

#zutara #atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko x katara #anti anti zutara #zutara fandom #zutara headcanon

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foursaints · 1 day

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i need to hear more about lucius and pandora. you are insane for coming up with this ship. it's amazing. did they ever actually date or was it just mutual obssession that never evolved in anything more, but they both knew and never got over it? did it affect his relationship with narcissa? did he see pandora in cissa?

okay i’ll take this as permission to yap because!! they’re always in my brain. i see the ludora thesis as: two characters who are entirely different, but who are both utterly convinced they’re Smarter Than Everyone Else Around Them. what conflict stems from that? what connection?

it was always just mutual obsession. sneaking around at the very most, but nothing publicly Real. to me, they end up married to narcissa & xeno respectively because narcissa & xeno are like… the socially acceptable versions of each other?

in my head xeno is a lot older than pandora (7-10 years), and he’s very kind, but too absentminded to be an attentive husband, and she likes him for a lot of reasons. but she’s also subconsciously like… Maybe this could resemble lu if i squint. meanwhile lucius has convinced himself that his rich lesbian wife is everything he’s ever wanted (she actually Obeys him!! unlike pan!!!) & it only takes him 3 years to realize he fucking hates this. they both got Exactly what they said they wanted, which is the opposite of each other. because they can’t stand each other. but they’re miserable.

like…. lucius should have been pandora’s ornery stay-at-home trophy husband she drags on expeditions for rare potion ingredients. they’re an Adventure Couple™️. him with his head wrapped in a mosquito net in a jungle wearing designer shoes, bitching at his beautiful wife at the top of his LUNGS, swinging a machete at vines (<- guy who has never been happier) (he is shouting: DO NOT TEST ME, WOMAN!!!!!, she is shouting: you are such AN INFANT !!!!!!!!, and they’re aggressively making out against a tree)

you have to imagine lucius at a posh ministry function being sooo smug about it too. he’s like “Ah yes, my wife, THE PROFESSOR, is publishing a book on MANDRAKES this month, arent you, darling?” while pandora is soooo thrilled to have a captive audience to subject to her rants about her publications. completely insufferable couple. united by thinking they’re better than everyone else (except? they are? i think they maybe actually are.)

+ remind yourself that this ship could ultimately result in Draco & Luna being brother and sister. so perfect. except none of this ever happened because they never let themselves be together.

#lucius definitely STARES evan down at every death eater meeting #evan is tugging on barty’s sleeve and whispering ‘what is his fucking deal’ into barty’s ear #i love them so bad & i’m tired of pretending i don’t. don draper husband x miss frizzle wife.#ludora #a #long post #THEYRE SO TTPD IM SICK

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nightgoodomens · 1 day

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Remember when women held MS/DT Oliviers pic hostage? If people suspected things went pear shaped between MS/DT despite their ever strong relationship without one crack and Michael literally losing his mind over DT days before in Assembly, I bet GT's DMs are filled with people screaming Are you guys even together anymore??? And the fact that she can't do nothing about it is SO telling. Coming from a woman who did everything to build the perfect image, there is NO WAY if she had access to DT, she'd let rumours increase when she could shut it all with one ( even paparazzi style) new, personal pic. This has never happened before and honestly, I'll be very surprised if things go back to normal after that.

It’s like she’s banned from posting anything private about him. Only public content allowed. Things have never been like this and I’m so curious what it is - at the minimum he snapped that that’s it with paparazzi - or they’re done and she’s not allowed to post private things. The thing is, if he didn’t want paparazzi, she still could have made a lovely birthday post but she’s been showing left and right that she’d give affection to everyone but him. Unless she’s throwing a fit that he snapped so now she will give him nothing.

It’s insane either way to be fair.

But like you say - it’s not like her to let these rumours fly. And in my opinion she’s been dropping things that they’re done for a long time.

#NightGoodOmens talks PR

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novacorpsrecruit · 2 days

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Bound by the Situation

Day 21 Steddie Kinktober prompts from @infinite-orangepeel on twitter

Mature • wc 771 • tw improper packing tape usage • prompt: accidental kink discovery

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“Harrington!” Eddie called from the stock room of the Family Video. “Need your help!”

It was new inventory day, which meant Keith scheduled an extra person to help with the new inventory. Three Family Video employees always seemed like too much on a Tuesday afternoon — even with the new inventory, but Eddie, Steve and Robin weren’t going to argue about sharing a shift together. Robin waved Steve off as she flipped her magazine. She knew the risk of sending Eddie and Steve off together. She may not see them until the end of their shift. But with as slow as it was, she almost didn’t care. She had more quiet time for reading. She could put on her own music and nobody would complain if they’re sucking face.

Steve pushed the door to the back room, catching Eddie with the roll of shipping tape in his hands and at least once around his wrists. He grinned sheepishly at Steve. “A little help?”

“I don’t know how you want me to help,” Steve said, feeling his throat go dry. He crossed his arms. “What are you even doing anyway?”

“I was wondering if I could break through this,” Eddie said. “Like if my wrists were bound? If I could break it.”

“If your wrists were bound,” Steve repeated.

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Like if I was kidnapped or held hostage.”

“You were taping your wrists together,” Steve said slowly, his eyes traveling down Eddie’s body to his wrists.

“To see if I could break free,” Eddie completed his sentence. “Now bind me.”

“Okay,” Steve breathed, stepping into Eddie’s space. He took the roll of tape from Eddie’s hands, slowly wrapping it around his wrists. Steve could feel a rush of excitement, a pool of heat in his gut, as he assumes he couldn’t wait to see Eddie test his strength. He’d wonder if he could convince Eddie to try it on him, as well.

“Tighter,” Eddie commanded. Steve obeyed. He wrapped it around tighter three more times, letting Eddie test the restraints before giving a nod. “Perfect. Now cut it.”

Steve leaned down, taking the tape between his teeth and tearing it, leaning back to pull it apart.

“Fuck —“

Steve looked up at Eddie as he laid down the end of the tape. He had a grin plastered on his face — the same troublesome grin that Steve knew meant trouble. That Eddie was up to something. The same lopsided grin that pulled the scar tissue tight. The same grin that Steve loved.

“That was hot.”

Steve rolled his eyes, taking a step back. “Okay, Eds,” he said, gesturing to his bound wrists. “Do your thing.”

Eddie yanked at his wrists, the tape didn’t budge. He struggled for a minute before searching for another attempt. He tried bringing it against his hip to no avail. He tried twisting his wrists to see if it helped loosen the tape, but it may have made it worse. He grunted as he lifted his hands above his head, attempting pulling his wrists apart.

And Steve?

Steve watched from the distance, feeling himself go almost lightheaded with desire as he watched his boyfriend struggle against the the tape, binding his wrists together. Steve audibly closed his mouth, letting the saliva pool in his mouth before swallowing. He couldn’t help but admire Eddie as he tried to fight the restraints, his body thrashing from side to side, the chain on his jeans jingling, as he could not break free. He lifted his eyes to Steve, and Steve couldn’t hold back any further.

Steve nearly pounced on Eddie, his hand quickly covering the bound wrists above Eddie’s head. Eddie audibly swallowed. “Steve?”

“I think —“ Steve breathed, collecting the thoughts buzzing around his head. “I think we need to take the tape home with us tonight.”

“Home?” Eddie asked, his eyes big like a baby deer.

“Yeah,” Steve said, nodding slowly. “Think you look real pretty tied up like this.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked. The realization suddenly dawned on Eddie of what Steve was asking. “You like me tied up, big boy? Like me on display for you?”

“Keeps you in one place, doesn’t it?” Steve asked with a smirk. He pressed a hot kiss on the corner of his jaw, nipping at the skin lightly as he squeezed his wrists in his hand. “Oh the things I’d do to you like this, Pretty boy.”

“Fuck,” Eddie moaned. “Bathroom. Now.”

Eddie slipped out of Steve’s grip with ease as he pulled Steve towards the employee bathroom. “Robin! 15 minute break!”

“Disinfect the room, you perverts!” She yelled back.

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie kinktober #kinktober #steddie ficlet #//myfic #I scheduled this in the future to post when I should be doing shit so if it’s cross posted on ao3 or twitter it’s me #if it’s not then I actually did shit who would’ve thought #please imagine Eddie fighting against the tape like that one episode of Reno 911 where the kid is fighting against the cuffs

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martina-is-gay · 3 days

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my opinions on marauders era ships

wolfstar - literal perfection. would’ve been canon if JKR wasn’t a homophobe. ♾️/10

jily - he fell first and she fell harder. i love this sm. also it’s basically the only canon one here so. 10/10

dorlene - literally my second favorite ship i love them sm! 100/10

jegulus - i really like this one! but i’m also a sucker for the best friends brother trope so i might be biased. oh well. 10/10

marylily - they’re so cute together i’m sobbing! 12/10

jegulily - i don’t personally ship it but all the fanart and skits i’ve seen are so cute! 7/10

rosekiller - i love them sm it’s actually an addiction. 10/10

bartylus - i like this one! but i also really like unrequited bartylus! 8/10

pandalily - screaming bc i’m obsessed with them! they’re so underrated! 100/10

moonwater - no. 0/10 (but i adore platonic moonwater)

quilkiller - i love my toxic gfs! 9/10

nobleflower - they’re so tragic and angsty but also super fluffy at the same time? 10/10

marylene - i actually like them! i obviously prefer dorlene and marylily but they’re cute too! 7/10

#marauders era #wolfstar #dorlene #jily #jegulus #harry potter #marauders #dead gay wizards #hogwarts #fandom ships #ships #marylily #rosekiller #opinion #gay ships #fanon

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theghostinyourwalls · 2 days

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Ok so you're at the center looking for a job and Steve Afton is trying to talk to you to see where he can put you. But you're not really paying attention because he's so fucking hot and obvi you desire him carnally. You can't help but squeeze your legs together to try to relieve the pressure and it's definitely not working. You accidentally grind into your chair and he sees, thinking you're nervous and have to go to the bathroom. But you have to tell him that the real reason. Then you nasty fuck on his desk. That's the story

I did add some more details, BUT HERE IT IS 😁

Tags: Smut, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, cum play if you squint, power dynamics, accidental usage of an aphrodisiac, pet names, no aftercare, slight daddy kink, begging.

Your chest felt tight and your limbs weightless as they trembled. You couldn’t go in there like this. Hastily you opened the glove box and desperately searched for an anxiety gummy. Much to your relief you found a loose one at the bottom and popped it into your mouth. You grimaced at the unexpected taste. They’re usually more tart, but this one is overpoweringly sweet. You thought nothing of it and washed the aftertaste away with a couple sips of water.

Glancing at the time displayed on the dashboard you knew you couldn’t wait any longer. Stepping out of the car, you took one final look at yourself. You flattened your skirt and unwrinkled your blouse. You looked perfect, just don’t let them see how much of a wreck you were.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, you mustered up the courage to enter the building. A tired old woman was sitting behind a counter writing something down on a clipboard. You approached the counter and waited for her to acknowledge your presence, not wanting to interrupt what she was doing. She slowly looked up at you, a small smile on her face.

“How may I help you?” Her voice was soft and welcoming. You told her your name and that you had an appointment today at five. “Let’s see here,” She looked down at her clipboard, dragging her finger along the list of names and appointments. “Ah, five o’clock appointment with Mr.Raglan. His office is the last one on the left, down that hall.” She pointed down the hall towards her left.

You muttered a short thank you before walking off towards the office. The hall seemed to stretch on forever. Halfway there your body began to feel warm and you could feel your cheeks burning. You chalked it up to your nerves and tried to push the sensation away. Making it to the final door on the left, you paused before softly knocking on the door.

“Come in.” You could barely hear a voice say, muffled by the thickness of the walls.

You turned the handle and pushed the door open. Stepping into the room, you looked around. Mr.Raglan sitting at his desk directly to your right. He was reading something in a yellow folder. Without looking up to greet you, he gestured for you to sit down across from him. The cold plastic of the chair caused your warm skin to prick up.

Mr.Raglan’s attention shifted from the file to you. His pale blue eyes roamed over your form as if he was evaluating everything he could about you. You couldn’t help but stare at him as well. His hair was a shade of brown with scattered patches of grey and white. It was swept to the side to give him a professional look, but there were parts that were slightly curled. His scruffy facial hair was mostly brown and grey with a lighter colored patch of hair on his chin. You could obviously tell that he was older, but you assumed he had to be in his fifties. He looked good for his age, really good.

You felt a twinge of heat bloom in between your thighs as his eyes bored into yours. Why was he looking so intently at you? Did he say something and you didn’t hear him? You snap out of your daze when you hear his voice.

“So, your options are pretty slim,” he said, no longer waiting for a response from you.

“Ahem! Uh Right.” You felt the heat of embarrassment creep upon your face as you realized that he had been waiting for you to answer him. How long was he waiting for you? Did he notice you checking him out? Your thoughts raced as you tried to focus for the remainder of the meeting.

He began talking about a security job at some abandoned building. It sounded like a terrible job to be stuck working, but at this point you were willing to take any opportunity that appeared. Your attention began to slip away from the conversation as Mr.Raglan began to fiddle with his pen. It wasn’t the pen that was so distracting, but his large hands. He twirled the pen back and forth in between his fingers. You couldn’t help but imagine how good he must be with his fingers. How deep they could reach inside you. How they would feel as he stretched you open, preparing you for his cock. Your thighs pressed together at the thought of him taking you. You just needed some kind of friction between your legs to keep you at bay. You slightly rocked forward in your chair, trying to find the right angle to get some pressure to your aching core.

Your entire body froze when you heard the loud cream your chair made. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the intimidating man in front of you. You prayed that he didn’t notice or at least that he would pretend it never happened.

“Is everything alright?” He sounded tired yet amused.

“Yes, I’m fine!” You answered too quickly.

“Don’t lie to me,” His voice was rough and filled with disappointment. “I know you want me to fuck you.” You look down at your feet, a wave of embarrassment and shame washing over you. “C'mon doll, don’t be like that. You really didn’t think that I wouldn’t notice you rubbing your thighs together like a little slut.”

“I- I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“Beg me” You looked up at him bewildered. “Beg me to fuck you like the little whore you are.” His face lit up with a sickly sweet smile as he waited for you. You were rendered speechless for a minute before the situation fully registered in your brain.

“Mr.Raglan, sir, will you please fuck me,” your voice came out whiny and pathetic.

“Good girl, now why don’t you come sit on Daddy’s desk.” He scooted his chair back from his desk and beckoned you over. Your legs wobbled as you stood from the small plastic chair and made your way to him. You couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in his pants as you hopped up onto his desk. His hands were placed on each of your thighs. “Don’t be shy now, show Daddy how wet you are.” His hands slid down to your knees and began to slowly part your legs. His eyes devoured the sight of your panties clinging to your core with arousal. He brought his hand up to your clothed core, pressing his thumb against your sensitive nub making you squirm. You whined as he removed the pressure from your clit to pull your panties to the side. “You’re practically dripping, bunny. I bet I could fuck you right now.”

Your pussy clenched at his words. “Yes please, I can take it sir. Fuck my pussy.” He groaned at your pleas for release. Standing from his chair, he began to unbuckle his belt. He palmed himself through his trousers before reaching inside and pulling out his hard length. Now that you were looking at the size of him you were having second thoughts about taking him with no preparation. Before you could voice your concerns he was dragging the tip of his cock along your clothed cunt, smearing his precum into the already ruined fabric. He pulled your panties to the side yet again and aligned himself with your entrance. You leaned forward to muffled your scream into his shoulder as he pushed into you. The intrusion was painful, yet the relief of being filled overpowered the discomfort.

“That’s a good bunny, you can take it.” After the head of his cock pierced your entrance, he thrusted in the rest of his length filling you to the brim. He didn’t care if it hurt you, in fact, it was almost as if he was trying to inflict pain upon you. He began to thrust harshly into your aching core, his hips slamming against yours. The office was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin accompanied with your pants and moans of pleasure. His rough hands found the back of your knees and lifted them towards your chest, folding you in half. The new angle had his cockhead hitting a spot that made your toes curl. You needed more. You needed release.

“Please- I need! Make me cum, sir!” You cried out.

“You need to earn it. Touch yourself. You’re going to make yourself cum on my cock. You can do that for me, right bunny?” His tone became threatening. It sent a shiver down your spine, but the fear you felt only heightened your arousal. You looked into his darkened eyes as you trailed your hand down to your clit and began tracing small circles around the sensitive bud. He looked deranged. His chest rising and falling as he panted from above you. His hair was disheveled, a couple of strands falling onto his face. The violent rhythm of his hips came to a peak when he felt your walls tighten around him. The combined pleasure of your fingers and his cock sent you over the edge as you pulsed around him. Your entire body tingled as your orgasm washed over you. His length throbbed inside you as he pushed into you as deep as he could go before spilling his hot seed into your womb.

You had no time to recover before he was pulling out of you, leaving a sticky trail of your mixed fluids on your thigh. He quickly tucked himself away before readjusting your panties into place trying to keep most of his cum inside you. You tried to stand from his desk, slightly faltering as you straightened up. He made no move to assist you in any way. Instead he was looking at that file you saw him reading when you first arrived.

“Well, I’m not sure that I can find you a job at this moment. How about you go to the front desk and schedule another appointment here with me on a later date.” He looked up at you with a sickly sweet smile. He was a disgusting man, but there was something there that drew you in. On your way out he handed you his business card. “If you decide to come in earlier than our next appointment.”

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sailorshadzter · 16 hours

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Fic prompt: Jon teaches Sansa archery after feeling jealous when he saw Theon and Sansa practicing together

hi anon! ty!!

send me prompts

On the battlements he stands, watching over the courtyard that is a flurry of activity, as it always seems to be these days. There is never a dull moment there in Winterfell as they make what surely will be their final preparations for the battle that was to come. The threat of death looms overhead and there isn’t a single person among them that does not fear what could be in the coming days.

His attention, however, does not last long on the dutiful men as they work to ensure preparations are complete. Instead, his gaze sweeps across the way, to the most northern corner of the courtyard, to where he catches sight of the red hair he would know anywhere. He is surprised to see her there, a bow in hand, her ivory features pinched with a frown. Before he can blink, there appears another and at once there is a beast called jealousy roaring in his chest.

He watches as Theon steps around her, carefully positioning her hands as they should be, helping her to draw back the bow string and holding the arrow straight. He watches as she bites her lip in concentration, as she furrows her brow, as Theon must say something encouraging for she’s smiling ever so slightly- then she’s releasing the arrow and it misses the mark by a mile. She looks discouraged but Theon is touching her shoulder and she’s smiling once more, turning to watch him go to retrieve another. They’re back at it then, his hands over hers, so close he surely must feel the warmth of her skin between the layers of the wool they both wear- again, the beast in his chest roars.

“My lord?”

He turns at the sound of the voice, drawing him out of his head and back into reality- if just for now.

[ x x x ]

He catches her as she’s descending the stairs and her smile is dazzling, even so early in the morning. “Off to practice archery, are you?” He questions and her cheeks stain crimson, her footsteps slowing to a stop.

“You saw?” She asks softly, staring at the floor like a child caught misbehaving.

Jon cannot help but to laugh at her expense, which draws her eyes back up to his face. “Aye, I saw,” he says, reaching out to gently tug on a lock of her red hair. “I thought I might help you today,” he continues, his hand falling away from her, but his fingers long to feel her hair, her skin, her, once more. Her blue eyes widen with surprise but she’s grinning, nodding, a new pep to her demeanor that wasn’t there even just a moment ago. “You needn’t learn this you know,” he says as they walk out the double doors and into the crisp, morning air.

“I know,” she says softly, the look on her face telling him everything he needed to know. She wasn’t doing this for herself, she was doing it for her people, for her home. Just in case… Just in case she needed to protect someone, she might just be able to do so. Jon wonders if there’s any other lady or lord in the world that would do such a thing.

“Like this,” he’s saying now, helping her to hold the bow as she needs to, carefully placing the arrow to the string. “Square your feet now.” She adjusts her pose and suddenly, it feels far more natural than it had the day before. Jon’s hands are warm over her own as he adjusts her ever so slightly, pulling back the string just an inch more. “Perfect,” his breath is warm against the back of her neck, so close they are now. “Let go…!” She does and the arrow flies, not striking the center, but striking the board all the same. “There you go!” He shouts happily and she’s laughing, dancing around him as he reaches for another arrow. “Again,” he says and she falls back into position, smiling to herself when he presses himself against her once more.

The next arrow strikes even closer and she’s the one to let out a cheer, red hair swinging as she turns to face him. “You are quite the teacher,” she compliments as they take up their pose yet again.

Jon laughs, soft and slow against the shell of her ear. “You are a natural,” he insists as she narrows her eyes, focusing on her target. She’s caught up in her own mind now, not listening to him at all, so he steps away, watching as she is the one who holds the bow, holds the arrow. And then she is the one to let it fly, shooting across the way to strike the dead center of the target.

She lets out a cheer and turns back to him, throwing her arms around him, laughing, sinking into the warmth of his arms. “You are a good teacher,” she reminds when he holds her at arm's length, gray eyes meeting blue. He opens his mouth, thinking he might argue, but the beast in his chest is purring and he knows it isn’t worth it. Seeing her smile was more than enough, in truth.

These moments were enough.

#jonsa #actuallyjonsa #jon x sansa #my writing #i wrote this #anon asks #writing prompts

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shushposting · 18 hours

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I can be your Prince or I can be your Dragon

Possessive Full Demon Form Vox, intersex Val, toxic relationships because Vox and Val being Vox and Val, they’re so codependent it's disgusting can you have make up sex and hate sex at the same time? Yeah kind of.

Valentino stays gone too long after a fight, Vox doesn’t handle it well

It’s a dance at this point, well practiced and predictable. They fight, they break apart, they fuck, and the broken pieces fit back together. It didn’t matter how many times they stormed out they always always came back.

But even the most practiced dances stumble sometimes, right?

Valentino had walked out of the Vees tower two weeks ago. The longest he's ever stayed away in all their years of euphoric highs and sickening lows. Any attempt Vox made to contact him was ignored. Texts left on read, calls dumped to Vmail, assistants baring messages and gifts shot and left wherever they crumpled. That was the first week and by the tenth day, the texts and calls stopped.

After that, it got more drastic. TVs in the hotels he stayed or in window displays where Valentino walked on the streets burst. Voxtek appliances shorted and sparked or just combusted once he touched them. Lights shattered in his clubs, showering him with sparks and colored glass.

The moth’s last frayed nerve snapped when the next casualty was his phone. He'd only glanced at a text from Velvette that he needed to haul ass back home before every contact and app changed to Vox's speed dial.

Vox vox voxxy V̸̨̊o̶̺͛ ̴̀ͅxv̴̎͜o̸̰̐x̵̢̚x̶̡̒v̴̙̕oVox ̷̬́x̸̪̊ẍ̵͎v̷̱̍ȏ̶̧x̶̄͜Y̴̞̚v̸̟̓Ǒ̸͎X̴̞̍V̸̄͜ö̸̟́X̴̫̀vXY̸͌ͅo̵͖̓Ơ̶̯0̴̡͂0̸͕͘x̶̉͜

The thing rapidly heated and glitched in his hand until the screen cracked. He'd just barely managed to throw it down before it shattered apart with a sharp pop!

Under threat of being sent back to the goddamn stone age Valentino finally relents, he tells Dia to call his car for him and thankfully she's able to do it with minimal static and sparking around the phone. The car was suspiciously close, too close for it to not have been waiting on standby for him. It's not his usual driver who opens the door for him, it's Vox's and he's not asked where it is he wants to go. He swears he sees Vox's eye staring at him in the driver's V-Watch through the partition the whole way back to the tower.

The walk to the media overlord's surveillance room is.. honestly a shitshow. Vox's area of the tower was always pristine, sleek, and perfect. Now it looks like a war zone, with pieces of employees and debris scattered along the floor. Lights hang from their fixtures in ugly wirey tangles, ceiling tiles broken on the floor, elevator doors stand jarred between floors, doors not able to close properly and ding obnoxiously. One shudders to life and opens for him, the light overhead indicating the destination was Vox's lair.

It's not a smooth ride but it doesn't drop him to a temporary death either. Small mercies. It does leave him though, the second he steps into Vox's private space the thing slams shut behind him and groans back up the chute, stranding him.

Wires and cables writhe like snakes along the floor, the ceiling, and walls; all feeding back to the bank of monitors. Vox's highbacked chair was in a gnarled heap, torn from where it had been fastened to the floor, more wires coming up from the hole it had left. The TV demon himself hung in front of the screens, the cables connected to his body holding him aloft like a puppet. Or maybe he was just standing. It was hard to tell with Vox's disjointed limbs, too-long cables and wires lengthening his joints like some grotesque doll. And he said Val was theatric.

Valentino's own reflection looks out from the screens. Recordings and still shots of him over the last two weeks cover every monitor. In his clubs, hotels, the street, looking up at him from his phone before the damn thing detonated. Right in front, the one Vox was fixated on, was the live feed of him standing there in the here and now.

"And you get mad at me for wrecking shit?" Val says to his partner's back- might as well get this shit started "I take a siesta and you trash the whole tower while I'm out."

"G⦻N3" The glitched snarl seemingly comes from everywhere as the screens go red, Vox's black-ringed hypnotic stare broadcast across each one, glaring down at him "Not 'out'. You were gone."

A sneer pulls Valentino's upper lip off his teeth "Oh excuse me, I didn't know I had a fucking curfew."

"Two weeks" In a surging wave of sparking cables Vox is in his face, bodily slamming him against the wall.

"Ow- Goddammit, Vox-"

"You left me." Vox's claws fist into the ruff around his partner's neck as wires wrap painfully around him, sparks of electricity singing the fur. "For two weeks. You. Left. Me."

"Oh poor fucking baby," Valentino growls through a mocking grin, sucking in the electrical smoke and hissing it back out red and thick, cocooning around them as his body threatens to change, to grow monstrous in the face of Vox's own more demonic form even if it makes the wires cut into his skin.

They snarl and growl in static glitches and insectoid chirps, pushing and pulling at each other with too-sharp claws. Val's teeth grow in his mouth, snapping loud in front of Vox's screen when the hypnotic stare tries too obviously to catch his eye.

"You want to bite me? Here-" Vox's throat is suddenly right in his face, synthetic skin pressing against sharp dripping fangs. The hold feels suspiciously like a hug, cradling the back of Valentino's head as he tucks him into the crook of his neck, offering to let him bite and rip. "-bite. I don't give a fuck if we're fighting. Scream. Cuss me out. Hit me. Level this goddamn tower to a parking lot, Valentino I. Don't. Care. But you will fucking come home when I call you."

And fuck if that horrible- pathetic- declaration doesn't have Valentino's hips rolling up against Vox's leg where it pins him between his legs and takes the invitation to break skin under his teeth. "You miss me that bad, Papi?"

Vox's groan is miserable and angry, the cables writhing and tightening around Valentino's limbs, but he grinds his own aggression-hardened cock down to meet his partner's rolling. "You're not supposed to stay gone."

Electricity crawls across his skin as he lets go of Valentino's neck fluff to forcefully lace their hands together. The moth retaliates against the shocks by moving to the TV demon's shoulder and sinking his teeth in there too. Their hips slot together, rocking their cocks against each other, Valentino's pink-tinged slick dampening the panties under his short dress and the front of Vox's slacks. Finally back in step with their dance.

"We have a goddamn deal, Val." The surging electricity burns them both, smoke wafting off Valentino's fur and from Vox's overloaded processors. Burns down their arms, raising lighting-shaped marks to their joined hands where rings manifest around their fingers, the delicate chain joining them unseen between their clasped palms. "We don't leave each other. You don't leave me."

Valentino laughs bratty and condescending, breathing more red into the air around them, "Maybe if you reminded me more often why I shouldn't then I wouldn't have to take a two-week vacation fucking and getting fucked like I deserve. You've not really been acting like my prince have you? I thought I was supposed to be your Princesa?"

The eyes watching him from all over the room spark and glare and threaten to drip digital tears. His poor, hopeless little Voxxy. His ingrained 1950s ego was too fragile to even insinuate he wasn't doing enough, wasn't The Man, wasn't the steadfast and proper provider. That he was failing as a lover. Vox's screen flashes lines of rainbow before going blue, white text typing out frantically

Mine. Mine minemiN3youucaN'+1eavemme3y0u're MmineCaNT13avemem1n3on1ymine

Vox tears through his fishnets and raises bloody lines on his thigh as he pulls Valentino's leg up to hook over his hip. The cables tighten and yank sharply, taking them down to the floor. He's not easy either when he goes up under the tight little skirt, blindly slitting the soaked panties straight down the middle, not minding whether or not he nicks his partner. The grinding, insectoid hiss tells him he must have and the thick cherry scent of Valentino's pheromones flooding the air tells him he liked it.

Finally, some attention. The moth rolls his hips against the sharp points making them slide and rub over his cunt, teasing himself as an obscene gush of candy pink slick coating the media overlord’s fingers and dripping down his wrist. "Come on, Papi. I'm yours? Show me."

Vox's digital face loads back in sharp and snarling, bringing the fingers to his mouth, licking his fingers clean before grabbing Valentino by the jaw and spitting it back into his panting mouth "You taste like a whore, Princess."

He snaps his belt at the buckle, not bothering to try and undo it before tearing his zipper down. He doesn't tease or let his tip kiss up sweet and slow like he has for decades when they come back together and he's winning his princess back. The push is sharp and faster than either of them are ready for, fucking like they fought, full of snapping teeth and cutting claws. The media overlord is ruthless, thrusting hard enough that they slide across the floor. Valentino tears a bloody wrist out of the wires to press above them to keep his head from knocking against the wall, stilettos slipping loudly as he digs his heels into the polished floor trying to give just as good as he got.

"I'm going to kill every worthless nobody you let touch you." His voice crackles over the wet sound of driving himself into the moth's cunt, "Your pussy is mine. I don't give a fuck who you let suck you off or how many whores you stick your dick in. But this-" Two fingers slip in beside his cock, "is mine. Nobody else fucks you. I'm going to start hanging them flayed in the streets, do you understand me?"

Long tongue swiping at the drool and blood painting his lips Valentino arches up with a chuckling moan, gushing and dripping around Vox's cock. "Mmhm, medieval. My Prince knows how to make my heart flutter."

"Maybe I'm done being a prince." Vox leans all his weight into the hand laced with Valentino's with a static rumble, hilting hard until he can see the outline of himself through Valentino's belly with each deep stroke, "Maybe I need to be a dragon and keep my princess in his tower where he belongs. Keep you tied up in silks and jewelry until I get home and I can show you you're mine over and over and over. How many times do you think I would have to write 'mine' with my tongue inside you before you came?"

"Oh fuck- Vox"

"If that doesn't work I'm sure I can make a lock strong enough. Whatever it takes. What about this Val? Would this keep you?” There’s a whirr and a vibration pulses from his cock.

Valentino wails, hand leaving the wall and flying to the vibrating bump buried in his guts, feeling like it was jarring down to his bones and he gushes. “Vox Vo- Papi, please fuck”

“Say you’re mine, Val.” Vox growls, hips snapping faster, the hand tucked in beside his cock slipping out to hold him by the neck. “Tell me you know you’re mine.”

“Yours, Vox. Ah-always yours- only yours”

He pulls Valentino into a kiss by the throat, and they rut like that, rocking and shouting around each other’s tongue until the vibrations pushed them over the cathartic edge of orgasm.

The cables don’t loosen. Vox’s body doesn’t return to form.

“Val.” Static laced lips rub softly across the moth’s “If you ever leave me like that again I’m dragging you back to this tower and I’m chaining you to it.”

Valentino only laughs, long tongue dragging across the screen. “Wear the dragon attachment and it’s a date.”

#staticmoth #voxval #hazbin vox #hazbin valentino #yall hungry? I'm hungry #the dragon thing has been knocking around in my head and I had to get it out #quick little dibble dabble drabble #they’re horrible #but oh so fun

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lizaisdrawing · 2 days

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Hi– 🤓

I don't know if you've mentioned it before. But I would like to know what role does each of the characters play in your AU?

I remember you said that the puppets are not... puppeteered by them, and that they work in their respective departments– 👁️

I was just a little curious about them :P

Loving your art! Bye bye ✨

Hello! It’s been awhile since I’ve showcased a character so it’s understandable that many don’t know what they do. I’ll give a quick run down.

Sylvia is the head writer in the show (shocker). Her and Wallace work closely together when producing episodes. They often debate when it comes to it, given that they’re both very passionate about their work. Wallace does respect her input but will make tiny changes here and there without her looking. She always find out though.

Joyce is a cosmologist that works in hair and makeup. She helped Wallace come up with his famous pompadour, and even showed him how to do it himself. Joyce makes sure he’s perfect before every scene, and he really only trusts her with how he’s presented. She talk his ear off until it’s time for him to go.

Francis is the production manager of the set. He’s very organized and analytical when it comes to the show, often reminding Wallace about deadlines, interviews, income etc. Nothing gets passed him, and he knows it. Wallace knows everything’s in good hands.

They’re all pretty much perfectionists.

As for the others I am slowly but surely working on each of them. I have the concept in mind, all I have to do is put it on paper (tablet screen?) but doubt and indecisiveness comes in and makes the process slower haha… anyways! Hope this helps!

And thank you 🤍🤍🤍🤭🤭

#ask answered #puppeteer wally #welcome home #clownillustrations #welcome home puppet show #welcome home au #I’ve been having a creative drought recently #so I’ve just been focusing on getting better at art atm #but I hope this helps!#it kinda helps to talk about the basics #lol #if there’s typos #ignore them

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captaindeadpoet · 2 days

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Sometimes Lewis wants to be pretty.

He’s not sure how to explain it, really. He’s grown up in a military world, one that wasn’t always forgiving of people who didn’t fit the right image. He’s been raised in a world that told him he was supposed to look a certain way. “Like a man.” That’s what his drill sergeant had said.

It’s a few months out of basic training that Lewis started waxing all of his body hair. At first, it’s an act of rebellion, spurred by all the annoying quips of the commanding officers about being “manly.” Lewis felt he was perfectly manly. He’s a man, isn’t he? He’s met the qualifications on that alone. So it’s not like taking his chest hair out of the equation changed anything. It would grow back.

Except upon leaving the salon, smooth legs rubbing about the rough fabric of his cargo pants, he decided he kind of liked himself better this way.

When he got home, he stared into the mirror for a while, looking at smooth skin still a bit pink from the wax and running his hands over it. His skin felt softer. He felt more comfortable.

Pretty.

So, Lewis just started doing it all the time. After a while, he added a good moisturizing routine to the mix. It made his skin softer and brighter, and that made him smile. He liked being able to go home after work, muscles aching and body sweaty, and take a good shower, put on a face mask, and rub some lotion on himself. It’s relaxing. His private time. A time when he’s not going to be called handsome or sexy or hot, where no one is going to joke about how they can’t believe he even has a separate face wash because “all guys just use that 10-in-1 soap, shampoo, and drain unclogger, right?” This is his time. And in his time, he gets to think.

I feel pretty.

As time went on, Lewis didn’t think about it much more than that. On deployments, he can’t be picky. He’s a Marine, so pretty is never the first thing they think when they see him. It’s not even the tenth or the hundredth. It doesn’t really bother him or anything. It’s just how it is.

Then he met Isami, and for the first time, he wanted someone else to look at him and see pretty.

But he let go of that pretty quickly, too. Isami didn’t need pretty. He needed strong and sturdy. And Lewis knew those things weren’t mutually exclusive, but to so many people, they are.

And most importantly, he doesn’t want to make things about himself when Isami needs him.

Especially once he’s come back again, and Isami’s so relieved to see him. In that moment, Lewis decided he’d be whatever Isami wanted. Isami can see him however he wants.

Then they’re living together with Lulu. Lewis locks himself in the bathroom with a self waxing kit because there’s something embarrassing about going to see someone about it when it’s not really a necessity, and he bites down on a sponge to muffle the noise as he works. He waits until Isami goes to bed to moisturize, because he doesn’t want to bore Isami with his silly routine. If Isami notices any of it, he doesn’t say anything.

As things slowly return to normal and Lulu is going to school for the first time, Lewis takes her shopping for new clothes. Isami’s elsewhere in the store, not much for fashion, so Lewis and Lulu take their time looking through the racks. Everything Lulu picks is full of color and has fluttering elements, perfect for twirling and jumping. It’s cute. She’s a free spirit, and Lewis loves that.

As she’s trying things on, Lewis chances a look at other clothes. Ones in his size. Cozy oversized sweaters. Cute rompers. Pencil skirts and blouses and casual dresses. They’re so colorful. They have nice shape. Lewis wonders.

Would I be pretty in any of these?

“Oh, Mama! That one!”

It’s funny how kids seem to just know things. Lewis turns to look at Lulu and smiles.

“That one won’t fit you, sunshine.” Lewis says with a chuckle.

“Not for Lulu, for Mama!”

“We’re not shopping for Mama, silly! We’re shopping for Lulu.”

Lulu takes the dress off of the rack and thrusts it at Lewis. Lewis takes it, his fingers pinching the fabric and rolling it. It’s a nice dress. Navy blue and dotted with sunflowers. Sleeveless. Button up. Pockets. The skirt would swish around the wearer’s legs beautifully. Lulu pushes Lewis toward the dressing room.

He’s never been able to say no to her.

“Okay, okay, Mama will try it on. Just for a second!”

He does just that. As he stands in front of the mirror and moves the skirt around, he can’t stop himself from thinking.

I feel pretty.

He figures he should probably show Lulu and steps out of the dressing room. It’s not just Lulu standing there, though.

Isami’s looking at him. His eyes travel up and down Lewis, taking him in. Lewis blushed and starts to open his mouth to defend himself.

“You look pretty. Are you getting that one?” Isami asks.

You look pretty.

“I-I was just trying it on for Lulu! I don’t really need…” Lewis trails off, his hands gripping skirt tightly.

“I need it. I like looking at you in it. Do you want to wear other stuff like that?”

Lewis bites his lip before nodding slowly.

“I have some ideas. Want me to show you?”

“You don’t mind?”

Isami shakes his head. “It suits you. Promise me you’ll start going back to a professional for your waxes, though. Your legs look like they hurt.”

Lewis pulls the skirt to try and cover his legs. “Sorry.”

“You should be. I don’t want you hurting yourself. Come on, I want you to try on some other things.”

Lulu hugs Lewis’ waist and smiles. “You’re pretty, Mama!”

Isami’s lips turn up in a barely noticeable smile. “Yeah. Pretty mama.”

Sometimes, Lewis wants to be pretty. And finally, he can be.

#bang brave bang bravern #lewis smith #isami x lewis #seb speaks #idk man I just have THOUGHTS you know?

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Shape Of You || LS18 x reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, strangers fucking, alcohol consumption, orgasm denial, no (female) foreplay, no aftercare, sub!lance

Wordcount: 1.3k

I’ve written two Lance fics, and they’re both about him fucking a stranger he met in a bar

Tag list: @e-nonsense @babyprofessorsharkpalace

It had been a good race for Lance, not perfect, he didn’t get podium, but it was better than usual

“Who wants to go to a club, get drunk and get laid?” Lewis asked with a smile on his lips

All agreed to go, but only the people who were single agreed on the latter

“Lance?” Fernando asked, turning his head towards the younger “Wanna go?”

“Thank you, but I prefer bars” He said, sinking further into the chair

“That’s fine. I bet we can find a bar somewhere, if that find everyone else?” He said, turning to the group

They all agreed, which beamed something in Lance. He didn’t actually think they would agree to go to a bar instead of a club

It was all the drivers that were attending, so they filled up quite the tables. It bothered them that they couldn’t all talk in one conversation, but they managed

An hour into the night, Lance had spotted the most draw dropping, gorgeous woman walking into the bar

His mates around the table had noticed this, of course. They encouraged him to go talk to her, but he cut them off by giving them shots and drawing the conversation to talk about something else

But he couldn’t take his eyes off of her

About an hour later, and she slowly walked towards the table “Wanna dance, pretty boy?” She asked towards Lance

His cheeks heated up once he realised she was talking to him. He felt a kick to his shin when he didn’t answer

“Sure” He said, stuttering slightly. He yelped slightly when she grabbed his hand the moment he stood up

The moment they hid the dance floor, she started grinding against him, obviously drunk. But he was too drunk himself to care

His hands went to her waist, too flustered to do think straight

She eventually turned around, supporting herself on his biceps. They stood so close they could feel each others breaths

“What’s your name, pretty boy?” Her hands traveled up to tangled in the hair at his nape

“Lance” His voice were barely audible over the sound of the music

“Lance… Pretty name for a pretty boy” He was too fucking flustered to answer

She stepped closer, even if it wasn’t possible, pulling his head toward her, lips almost grazing each other

“You can tell me to stop” Her voice was soft, telling him it was okay to say no. He didn’t want that

One of his hands went to the back of her head, pushing her forward, smashing their lips together

Everything seemed to had stopped around them. All they both focused on was the feeling of their lips on each other so perfectly

“My hotel’s is close…” He said, not finishing the sentence he planned on

“Good, ‘cause my house’s too far away” She pulled away and dragged him out of the bar by his wrist. He got one last glance at Fernando before they went out

She had him pressed up against the wall the second the door was closed to the hotel room. Her hands were pressed against his hips, locking his body against the wall. His was on her waist. They were placed so perfectly, as if her body was made for his hands

“Never… Got your… Name” He said between kisses. He could hardly breath, but he didn’t care

“Y/N” She let his hips go, pulling her hands under his shirt, her fingers tracing his abs with a feather like touch

She finally pulled the shirt over his head. She almost drooled at the sight before her. His lips went to his collarbone, starting to kiss lightly

He threw his head back against the wall, arching his back off when she started sucking lightly

Her lips up his throats and neck before going over his jaw and back to his mouth “Gonna look so pretty tomorrow” She whispered against his lips, making him whimper

Her hands went to his belt, slowly unbuckling it. As she got it opened, she went to her knees, pulling his pants and boxers down to his mid-thighs

His hand went to her hair, making a make believe ponytail as her tongue darted out to lick kitten licks at the head of his cock

“Stop… Teasing” He stuttered through breathy moans as his hand tightened in her hair

She didn’t give into his whiskers, but instead swirled her tongue around the tip instead “Fuck, please” She finally gave in and hallowed her cheeks

She looked up at him with hooded eyes as she started bopping her head slowly, losing the way he whimpered and moaned low, occasionally letting out French curses

Her grip became tighter on the back of his thighs as his became stronger in her hair. She groaned around, making his whole body twitch as he moaned loud

“Fuck, yes. Just like that” He said low, more to himself than to her

As she started feeling him twitch in her mouth, she pulled lightly back, her lips just around his tip. She circles her tongue around it, hearing his moans and see his body shake

She pulled off him, earning her a groan mixed with a whimper “Why’d you do that?” H e asked as she stood up

“Didn’t want you to finish too fast, unless you don’t want to be inside me, of course” She said, shrugging lightly

He pushed her lightly back, guiding her towards the bed as her clothes went off quickly, as well as his pants and boxers

She was lying in the middle of the bed, her legs spread out slightly. He pressed his body between her legs, spreading them wider

He lined himself up with her entrance. She pulled him closer as she wrapped her legs around his hips, making him push just the tip in, making them both groan

He pushed all the way in, drawing a high-pitched moan from her. She threw her head back, eyes rolling into the back, and arched her back off of the bed

He allowed her to adjust before moving at a slow pace. He sped up, starting to moan himself as he found a rhythm that worked for the both of them

“Fuck, just like that. Keep going, fucking hell” She manages to say between moans

He dropped his head into the crook of her neck, kissing softly. He could still her perfume, even under the heavy smell of sweat and sex. God, did she smell good

He had already started to twitch inside her again, feeling his orgasm come near again

“Fuck, I’m gonna- I’m close” He panted into her neck

Her actions were quick. She had managed to turn them around, her now bouncing on him, her fingers finding her clit, circling it

Lance’s back was arched off the bed, holding tightly at her thighs, nails digging into her skin

“Fucking hell, come for me, Lance” It didn’t take long for him. A few thrusts and he was holding her down onto him, coming inside her

The feeling of his hot cum inside her sent her over the edge. Thighs shaking, eyes shut tightly, hands on his chest

He felt empty when he woke up. Laying naked on his stomach, sheets barely covering him

It still smelt like her

He turned around before sitting up on the bed, finding the bed empty. She was there when he fell asleep

He found his clothes scattered all around the room. He put on some boxers and his pants before noticing the small paper on the bedside table

‘If you ever need someone to take care of you again, pretty boy’

And then her phone number on the back. He chuckled softly before hearing a knock on the door

He opened the door finding a smirking Fernando

#smut #formula one #dom!reader #Lance stroll #Lance stroll smut #Lance stroll x reader #Lance stroll x reader smut #Spotify #sub!lance stroll

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