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thebearer · 10 months

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the casual dominance in the fic abt carmys girl going to the resturant drunk was immaculate !!! i would absoluetly devour a piece where his girl goes and gets a tattoo and he’s there and helps her take care of it after yk but with some casual dom in there if you’re cool w that 🫶🏻🫶🏻

no pressure to write the piece if you’re not up for it! LOVE your work and your carmy fics💗💗💗

ahhh thank you so much!!! ofc and I hope you enjoy <3

"'s cute." Carmen muttered, lips curling when he looked at the little design, dainty and on your ankle, a simple line work for your first one.

"You think so?" You looked down at your extended leg, the sketched designs laid there before the actual process started.

"Yeah," Carmen nodded, eyes shining when he looked up at you. "Looks like you."

You blushed, rolling your eyes and looking off to the side to hide your melting face, how flustered he made you with such ease.

"You ready for me?" Donovan, Carmy's cousin, turned the corner, black gloves on and hair pulled back.

Carmen insisted you go here, where he got all his tattoos done by his cousin. "You have a big family, huh?" You had grinned at him.

"Not that kinda cousin, but yeah, baby." Carmen had laughed, grinning at you sweetly.

"Yeah." You nodded, a little shakier than you would have liked.

Carmen's eyes darted to yours, scanning the features on your face. "It'll be quick. Promise it doesn't hurt that bad." Donovan nodded at you.

You nodded back, lying back onto the reclined chair. Carmen pulled up his stool next to you, a hand running over yours gently. "Want to hold my hand?" He teased gently, fingers wiggling next to yours.

You weren't sure if he was joking or not, but you grabbed his hand anyways, fingers sliding to lace with his, clinging to the rough skin of his knuckles. Carmen smirked, rough pad of his thumb brushing over your hand.

"I'm gonna start." Donovan announced, holding the machine in his hand. "Try not to move, alright? It'll make the lines all jagged and weird."

"Ok." You nodded, your hand squeezing Carmen's a little tighter.

"Hey, look at me." Carmen muttered, your eyes sliding to meet his. "It won't hurt too bad. I promise."

Your face distorted, tensing with the first prick of the needle on your skin. You squeezed Carmen's hand tightly, back tightening to keep yourself from moving. "It's ok, it's ok. " Carmen muttered, putting a hand on your thigh to still yourself. "Just take a deep breath. That thing is tiny, it'll be over soon."

"I don't know how you do this." You grit, teeth clamped to keep a strangled gasp out as the needle danced over your ankle.

"Yeah?" Carmen snorted amused. "That would be nothin', baby. My knuckles hurt like a bitch."

"Really?" You grinned.

"Oh my God, Donny, tell her." Carmen looked at the man by your ankle.

"Oh, yeah." Donovan laughed lightly, shaking his head gently, hand still gliding over the sketch. "Nearly cried on me, sweetheart. I kept having to stop so he could walk around and get himself together."

You giggled, looking up to catch Carmen's eye roll. "Really? Thought you were a tough guy?" You teased, teeth sucking when the needle ran over tender skin.

"No way, baby." Carmen muttered, eyes shining at you playfully.

"'m just kidding." You hummed lowly. "You're pretty tough. 'specially to have all those because I think this is gonna be my last. No offense, Donovan."

"None taken." Donovan snorted. "They all say that. Then they're back in here in a few weeks."

You grinned, taking a cleansing breath at the bump of the needle against your bone. Carmen's free hand running over your hair.

When Donovan finished, showing you the final results, you grinned admiring the tiny little design. "Looks so good." You beamed.

Donovan gave a half lipped smile, nodding in a thank you before pushing back on his stool. "I'll get you wrapped up. You'll wanna get some Aquaphor or somethin' to put on that. Stay outta the sun."

Carmen nodded beside you. "I'll make sure she does it, Donny."

Your tummy flipped with excitement, his hand still laced in yours. And he did make sure you did. Giving you Advil later after your pre-appointment dose. He took the wrapping off the next day for you, putting a thin layer of the petroleum on for you.

"Wow, you're a pro at this." You hummed, watching him from the opposite end of the bed.

Carmen shrugged, heat blooming on his cheeks. "Yeah. Done it a few times before y'know. Just wanna make sure it's done right f'you, baby."

You were sure that's partially true, but you also knew Carmen liked to take care of you like this. A love language all of his own that made him feel safe, in control. And you were happy to let him do that for you.

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leclerced · 4 months

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Oscar x reader voyeur content, like maybe while he's on the phone to one of the other drivers, or watching them without them knowing, walking in on them, etc <3

omfg i literally somehow missed this but ??? goes so well w perv!oscar im just gonna do bullet points of weird things i think he would do

also kind of mean oscar who steals lando’s gf but one day he walks in on lando going down on his girl and the girl sees him walk in and they make eye contact and when he turns to leave she shakes her head and is sm more enthusiastic once he’s watching and that’s how lil baby oscar realizes he likes watching people bc suddenly lando’s girlfriend is doing her best to get her and lando caught by oscar

mean!oscar stealing lando’s gfs and he fucks them in lando’s drivers room every time so he always catches them in the act.

him fingering his girl in public all the time. like under every dinner table no matter who is around. the more people around, the better. he hated clubs until he went to one with his girlfriend and fingered her on the dance floor, the music drowning out her moans to everyone except him as she came around his fingers.

he loves sucking his fingers clean in public, a few times lando catches his hand under the table and they meet eyes and oscar suddenly pulls his hand from her pussy and sucks his shiny fingers clean while staring lando dead in the eyes.

fucks her in public regularly and always takes her panties with him, not caring if someone sees her fucked out cunt in her short skirt. or hoping someone does? who knows why he does it

purposely leaves doors unlocked when he pulls her away to fuck and knows someone will come looking for them, makes her moan louder when he hears footsteps or voices around.

most people would ignore calls they get during sex but he probably rushes to answer them, especially if it’s lando, and then moans hello into the mouth piece

can def see him inviting lando over to game and then fucking his girl on the couch when lando’s supposed to come over, him and lando have an open door policy so they just walk in without knocking, half the time they have their headsets on and don’t hear knocking so it makes sense. but it also means he’s once again greeted by the sight of oscar fucking his girl, smirking up at lando from between her legs as he coyly says, “oh sorry, forgot you were coming.” and lando just rolls his eyes and goes back to the gaming room to let them finish their business

when he’s not fucking her in public he’s whispering in her ear all the things he wants to do to her. loves pda. every photo of them walking down the paddock has his hand on her ass. so many times they’ll be standing together with his hands on her waist, just normally chatting or whatever, and then he’ll make eye contact with someone and his hands slip down and grab her ass, pulling her into him. occasionally one hand will go to her ass and the other to her jaw, pulling her in for a steamy kiss. usually when he makes eye contact with carlos who’s visiting lando on his side of the garage. he’d pull away from the kiss and smirk at the gawkers as his girlfriend blushes and wipes the spit from her lips with her thumb, wiping it across oscar’s shirt as she teases him for being a freak.

i can see them in the club partying with everyone else and he pours alcohol into her mouth, like the sexy way where she tilts her head back yk?? but she doesn’t immediately close her mouth, staring up at him with big pleading eyes, and he smirks and looks around to see who is watching before he spits in her mouth, and then she finally closes her mouth and swallows whatever shot he had poured down her throat.

at some point a sex tape would be leaked, and while his team makes him put out the blanket statement about how he’s disappointed by the invasion of privacy and how him and his girlfriend would like respect and privacy. disappointingly, his team worked to take the videos down from everywhere they could. despite the ramifications of it, he’s excited by it because like, yeah everyone knows he can fuck well. everyone saw him make his girl sob with his tongue, saw the way he manhandled her and made her beg for his cock. he’d get asked about it and he’d say, “honestly, it’s not even the best one. or maybe worst? either way, i’m not worried about it.” and everyone is wondering what else could have been better and/or worse than the four hour sex fest that already leaked. especially older racers who thought the rookie was just that- a rookie.

#ask #anon #perv!oscar

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bratzforchris · 7 months

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hi!!! i’m a newer follower and have been reading your work for a while before following, and i was wondering if i could request a fem!reader and dom!luke smut where luke and the reader is part of the band, and like and reader are in an interview talking about meanings behind songs, and he admits he wrote valentine and no shame about reader, knowing that reader had a massive crush on him and then they eventually yk 😋

Confessions

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Summary: Above

Pairing: Luke x feminine and lead singer!reader

Warnings: sexual content, some language/blasphemy (oh god, etc.), p in v, hair pulling, genital worship, small hints at a sir and size difference kink, oral (m receiving), fluffy ending

Word Count: 3695

A/N: Thank you for the request, anon! This was so sweet and fun to write. I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things after traveling for my 5sos shows and getting settled at college, so thanks for your patience<3

Please do not read if you are under 18

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“Please welcome…5 Seconds of Summer!” Ryan Seacrest cheered as he welcomed you and the boys to the stage.

You and the guys walked out, waving to the fans who had made the journey to come to the On Air studio. With it being CALM release week, this was the fourth radio show today, but you didn’t mind. You loved it.

“Take a seat, guys. How are you?” Ryan asked, sitting down in his host chair.

“We’re good!” You smiled, sitting in between Luke and Michael.

At the very start of your career, you and the boys had decided that you would be the sort of “spokesperson” for the band. As the female lead singer, the boys wanted your fans to have someone to look up to. You always tried to do that, not only for the fans, but for yourself.

“So, let’s talk CALM,” Ryan smiled. “What do you think, Michael?”

“I think CALM is our best album yet, honestly. We did a lot of exploring in not only our music but in us as well, y’know?” Michael said, talking animatedly.

You and Luke looked at each other and shared a smile, looking into each other’s eyes. The making of CALM had been a new time for you both. Luke had begun to explore his femininity more and you had encouraged him the whole time. Being the only girl in the whole band, you were the one he came to when he had started wanting to wear makeup. You were both so caught up in looking at each other that you didn’t even notice Ryan asking a question.

“Luke?” Ryan asked. “Luke, you with us?”

Luke snapped out of his trance, looking away from you and towards Ryan. “Sorry.” he said sheepishly, flashing that million-dollar-smile that made the girls in the audience scream.

“Now that you’re paying attention,” he chuckled. “Which song on CALM has the most personal meaning to you?”

Luke pretended to mull it over in his mind, but he knew what the answer was. It was the one song he had written solely alone. He usually ran songs by you guys before they were finished, but this one felt more personal. Mostly because he hadn’t felt like being asked what the song was about during the writing process.

“Probably No Shame.” he smiled softly.

“That’s an interesting choice, y’know. Because it’s not one of the deeper songs. It’s fun, it’s upbeat, it’s loud. Can you explain that choice to us more?” Ryan waved his hand across the crowd, looking at Luke.

Luke blushed, his cheeks tulip-pink. He had only told one person the real meaning of No Shame, and it was Ashton. He hadn’t planned on saying it on national television, but it was now or never.

“Can I admit something?” the blond asked.

“Absolutely, let’s hear it.” Ryan grinned, eager for any pieces of juicy gossip on his show.

You, Calum, and Michael looked at Luke, cocking your head. Your answers for live-viewing shows were usually pre-planned so it was incredibly odd that Luke was going off-script. He wasn’t usually one to do that.

“I wrote No Shame about Y/N…” Luke blushed, giggling and covering his hands with his face.

The crowd went wild. You looked over at Luke who had hunched over, covering his face with his hands. Despite your shock, you couldn’t help the blush that crept onto your cheeks as well. You smiled over at Luke, placing your hand on his knee as the other boys exploded into fits of giggles.

“God, I can’t believe I just said that on national TV.” Luke mumbled.

You giggled yourself, looking up at Luke with happy eyes. You’d had a crush on the beautiful blond for quite some time now, but hadn’t acted on it. In your mind, Luke was way out of your league. Even though you were both lead singers, there was just something about Luke that made him a star. Looking up at him made something shift in you, though. If he could admit such big things about you on national TV, then you could do the same to him.

You tilted your chin up and pecked Luke’s freckled cheek, giggling softly. “I like you too, Luke.”

“Well, if that isn’t a moment that will go down in On Air history!” Ryan cheered, looking out at the audience and encouraging them to up the cheering.

You and Luke were both red in the face as the crowd cheered and your other bandmates egged you on with dumb jokes. It had been a leap of faith, but seeing everyone’s positive reactions so far made the both of you confident in your decision.

The show eventually came to an end, with the last segment being an unscripted part where the band read the latest tweets about you and Luke. Most of them used the term “OTP” and had a plethora of heart emojis, but you and Luke couldn’t care less.

“That was amazing, guys!” Your manager smiled once the cameras were cut and you were walking backstage. “Great way to boost the ratings for them and us.”

“Oh…that…wasn’t for publicity,” Luke mumbled sheepishly. “It’s the truth.”

You smirked, grabbing your songwriting journal from off of a coffee table and throwing it into your tote bag. “Same here.”

“Ugh, lovebirds.” Calum rolled his eyes jokingly as he brushed past you, heading to the bus.

Eventually, you and Luke followed the rest of the crew out to the bus, trailing slightly behind everyone else. It was a warm, March day; the perfect type of weather for crush confessions, in your opinion.

“So, um, sorry if that was awkward.” Luke rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.

“I’ve liked you for a while too,” You giggled. “Valentine is actually about you.” You said, looking down at your Doc Martens.

“Really?” Luke asked, finally making eye contact with you.

“Mhm.” You whispered softly, tucking a strand of your dyed-purple-hair behind your ear and smiling up at him.

Luke giggled and your heart swelled. You had always thought his laugh was the cutest sound ever, but thought that if you told him that, he would think you were flirting with him. Now seemed like the perfect time to say it, though. Couldn’t get anymore ballsy than you’d already been today.

“I’ve always loved your laugh. It’s so pretty.” You told him honestly.

The blond blushed, before picking you up and spinning you around. “I know it’s early for this, but do ya know what I love?”

“What?”

“You.” he said, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

You grabbed the back of Luke’s head and neck softly, entangling your fingers in his blond curls before kissing him back just as deeply. It wasn’t a “sexy” kiss per say, it was more of a kiss with longing. You and Luke had both wanted each other for so long, but had been too scared to act on it, and now you were finally doing so. As you pulled back from each other and giggled, Luke carried you up the bus steps and inside, still holding you with your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands under your bum.

You heard the low chuckles as Luke carried you past where they were sitting in the living area, but right now, you didn’t care. All you cared about was Luke’s body on yours after wanting him for so painfully long. The blond carefully laid you down in his bunk, pulling off your shoes before doing the same for himself and climbing inside. He let out a shy giggle, looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful. I’ve wanted to tell you that for a really long time.” Luke admitted.

You sat up and pecked Luke’s lips again. “I feel the same way, Lu. But I do have a question.”

“Mhm.” he mumbled, rather lost in thought as he looked at you.

“Did you really write ‘I love the way you’re screaming my name’ about me?”

Luke chuckled. “I did,” he said with no embarrassment, craning his head to softly suckle on your neck where the neckline of floral, scoop-neck dress dipped. “Is this okay?”

You moaned lowly, moving to sit yourself in his lap. “Please. Keep doing that.”

The blond did as told, slowly making his way from behind your ear to your collarbone, leaving gentle hickeys everywhere. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” he mumbled.

You blushed at Luke’s words, slowly adjusting yourself in his lap. You didn’t even put that much friction in when you tried to move, but you felt his dick becoming hard as it brushed against your thigh. Luke paused, pulling back from your body and gripping your hips.

“What do you think you’re doing, missy?” he chuckled out, fully aware of the tent growing in his pants.

“Sorry.” You giggled, looking up at him with big doe eyes.

Luke smirked, laying you back against the bunk. He slowly moved the neckline of your dress, beginning to leave more hickeys just above your boobs. He had carefully angled himself just so, so that his erect dick was brushing against your crotch. You let out a strangled moan, tangling your fingers in his blond curls and pulling softly, yanking his face ever closer to your own.

“Are you leaving heart shaped hickeys on me?” You huffed out, your cheeks blushed.

“How did you know?” he giggled so softly.

Your heart practically melted with love for the blond boy. He was so perfect in every single way already. “Just a hunch.” You said sweetly, grinding your body up to meet his.

“We can hear you in there, y’know,” Ashton laughed out. “Get a room.”

Luke abruptly pulled back from you, cheeks burning. “Sorry, Ash!”

You smiled, straightening your dress and Luke’s collar and pants. “Good thing tonight’s a hotel night, huh?” You winked and pushed yourself out of the bed, going into the living area.

Luke intended to follow you, but for right now, he was content to lay back against his pillows, palming himself slowly and thinking about how today had been.

Luke had had a crush on you since you were both fifteen, at the very start of the band. You were beautiful, with long pink and a smile that shone like he was getting into heaven. It was innocent at first, just him wanting to hang out with you and maybe give you a little kiss, but as time progressed, he wanted you. He wanted to know every inch of your body and how it would feel, sweaty and grinding against his. He’d been able to keep the crush at bay for several years, but as you grew and matured into a beautiful young woman, the blond couldn’t help but to admire you once again.

You’d felt the exact same way. You loved Luke with such a passion it almost hurt sometimes. He was kind and caring and handsome, and if you were being completely honest, sexy. To know that he finally felt the same way about you was like getting closure after all these years.

The blond sat up, dragging himself out of bed and heading to the tiny bus bathroom for a cold shower. He didn’t need the guys, and especially not you, to hear him jacking off after he’d just made out with you. Fifteen minutes and some very cold water later, Luke’s “issue” was fixed and he wandered into the living area where the rest of you were.

You and Michael were sitting on the couch, looking over some lyrics and humming melodies while Calum watched something on the television and Ashton scrolled through Twitter. Luke watched eagerly, wondering what you were writing now.

“Oh, hey!” You smiled when Luke sat down next to you with a sandwich. “Mike and I were just working on some lyrics and stuff.”

“And no. They aren’t about you and your horny ass,” Michael joked. “Oh fuck fuck fuck. Right there, Y/N. Feels so good!” he said in a high-pitched, low quality rendition of Luke.

“Fuck off.” Luke mumbled, throwing a pillow at Michael as your cheeks burned.

Michael laughed, turning to Calum. “Remind me not to get a room next to these two tonight.”

Calum completely ignored him, fixated on the true crime show that was playing. “Mhm.”

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Sure. Luke and Y/N are horny.” Calum shrugged, turning back to the TV.

You and Luke looked at each other before bursting out into a fit of giggles. You both knew it was true, but hearing your bandmates say it so bluntly really put into perspective what you and Luke had done on national television.

The rest of the afternoon passed slowly, with a mix of movies and trading lyrics and song ideas with the band. You had taken a soft nap against the window of the living room, listening to the rain beat against the side of the bus as it drove through various cityscapes to your next destination. You were still rather groggy as the band unloaded off the bus in Seattle, walking into the hotel sleepily.

“Alright, room assignments. Michael, room 1197. Calum, room 1194. Ashton, room 1199. Luke and Y/N, room 1169. It’s the only one with a king-sized bed on the eleventh floor.” Your manager informed the group.

“Anyone else think it’s ironic that Luke and Y/N are in room sixty-nine?” Michael chuckled.

“Shut up, Mike,” You laughed, shoving his shoulder softly. “You’re just jealous you don’t get any.”

Michael’s face was absolutely appalled as you all stepped off the elevator and headed towards your separate rooms. Luke held your hand, humming softly as the rest of the guys went their way.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” he asked as you unlocked the room door.

“Says you.”

Luke blushed, holding the door open for you and pulling all your luggage inside. “I mean it. That’s what drew me to you. You love to banter, you’re funny, you’re kind, and you’re really fuckin’ hot.” he smirked.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, sitting on the bed as you slipped off your cardigan, your shoes, and your socks and let your hair down. “If that’s the case, why don’t you show me a little acoustic version of No Shame, yeah? After all, it’s for me.” You flashed Luke a million-dollar smile, nodding towards his guitar.

The blond absolutely couldn’t say no to you, so he quickly retrieved his acoustic, sitting next to you. “I wrote this one for a very special girl.” he chuckled.

You nodded and listened as Luke began to play, but as soon as he reached the end of the chorus you stopped him. “I think you really need experience to relate to this song, y’know?”

“How do you suggest I do that?” Luke asked, raising a cocky brow and resting his arm on his guitar.

“You tell me.” You grinned, running your pointer finger along his chin.

Luke quickly got up, placing the guitar back into its case before laying down on the bed and pulling you into him. “You, my love, are a musical genius.” he giggled, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I dunno. You just wrote that masterpiece.”

He began to trail kisses all over your face, neck, and chest, running his hands along your back until he finally came to the zipper of your dress. “May I?”

You nodded frantically, strands of your lavender hair falling in your face. “Please.”

Luke did as you told him to, running his hands along your bare back and the clasp of your bra, moving to passionately make out with you. His lips moved in sync with yours, your tongues whispering soft hellos instead of fighting for dominance. The blond only pulled back from you as his fingers traced over the hooks on your back. “Is it okay if I do this?”

“Thank you for asking,” You blushed. “Yes, please do it.”

The way Luke was asking for consent about everything made you sure you had made the right choice. He slowly pulled your bra and dress back from your chest, and you swore you saw his jaw drop.

“You are so damn beautiful.” he whispered, rolling over so that you were now on the bottom.

“Touch me. God, Luke. Please.”

“Oh, so you’re impatient too,” he laughed. “Don’t be so greedy, princess.”

You watched as Luke sat up, straddling you, and unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it carelessly onto the floor. You had seen Luke shirtless many times before, but this was different. You longed to have his body pressed against yours. As if he could read your mind, Luke slowly slid your dress off your hips and threw it next to your shirt, leaving you in just your lacy, pink panties.

“Goddamn.” he huffed out, eyes wide with hunger for the feast in front of him.

He pressed his body against yours, making sure you could feel his growing tent against your already-sensitive clit. He began to trail more hickeys along the ones he had left earlier, marking sure you were thoroughly marked up. You ran your nails along Luke’s back, moaning at the new and wonderful sensation.

“Lu, Luke,” You whimpered. “Feels so good.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” he smirked, slowly sliding your panties off with his thumbs.

Luke slowly crouched and began to kiss your inner thighs, before sitting up to undo his belt and remove his jeans. Both he and you couldn’t have been more eager. The second Luke’s boxers were off and his dick was standing tall, both of your hormones went wild. The blond had retrieved a condom from his back pocket and rolled it onto his erect dick, already panting heavily at how sensitive he was.

“Can you take it with no lube?” he nearly growled, trailing his finger along your wet folds.

You nodded, reaching up for him. “Want the pain,” You moaned out. “I just need you inside of me.” You almost wailed.

“Roll over.” Luke said, placing a kiss to the area just below your belly button.

You did as told and Luke placed a pillow under your hips, wanting to make sure he nearly overwhelmed you with sensations for your very first time with him. Without another warning, he slammed into you, and you gasped at the sensation of being overly full. You weren’t a virgin, by any means, but you’d never been with a man as big as Luke.

“Oh my god,” You panted. “So big.”

That absolutely stroked the blond’s ego, which led to him speeding up the pace. Luke railed into you at an almost alarming rate, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing through the small hotel room.

“God, you’re so tight for me.” he huffed, landing a smack to your plump ass.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back. “Luke!”

“Awww, almost ready to cum, princess? Already? But I haven't even had my fun.” Luke pouted sarcastically.

“Just makin’ me feel so good.” You nearly cried out, a tear rolling down your cheek at the overstimulation.

“Good girl.” Luke’s husky voice filled the air as he continued to ride you, working the rhythm.

That nearly made you cum on the spot. You whimpered as Luke tugged on your hair, loving the sensation of pain coming from so many different areas.

“Need to cum.” You whined.

Luke landed another smack against you. “Am I making you feel good?”

You nodded eagerly. “Mhm.”

“Then go ahead, sweetheart.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You immediately let go of that white-hot ball of sex that had been building in your tummy for the past while, eagerly crying out Luke’s name as your walls clenched around his dick.

“You are such a good girl.” he cooed, slowly pulling out and massaging your shoulders, leaving tiny kisses on them.

“Can I make you feel good? Please?” You asked, rolling over and looking up at him with big eyes. “It’s what you deserve, sir.”

There was no way Luke was able to say no to that. Especially not after those words just came from a pretty little fucked-out mouth with a face of running mascara that he had ruined. Luke laid on his back and you spread his legs, crouching in between them. You rolled the condom off of him, smiling up at him the whole time.

“It’s so big.” You smirked, palming his erection and running your thumb across his pretty pink tip.

“Maybe you’re just tiny,” Luke panted out. “I love it. You’re making me hard, Y/N.”

“Were you not already hard?” You asked with an innocent smirk.

Luke moaned, throwing his head back. “Suck.” he demanded.

“If you say so,” You giggled. “It tastes so good.” You mumbled around his dick as you slowly took him into your mouth.

“Oh god,” Luke gasped out. “Fuck fuck fuck, feels so good.”

By this point, you had taken nearly all of his eight inches into your mouth and were bobbing your head back and forth, stimulating his sensitive dick. The rest that wouldn’t fit received a nice handjob from you, with you pumping just right to match the rhythm that you were sucking him off.

“Gonna cum.” he almost cried out and it was probably the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.

You nodded against him and Luke released, sending thick, white, ropes of cum shooting down your throat. You moaned as well, feeling the way he had absolutely coated your mouth.

“I love you.” he moaned as you moved to snuggle into his chest, both of you panting and trying to ride out your highs.

“I love you too, Lu.” You whispered.

Both of you were sweaty and naked, but this was the most comfortable you had ever felt around each other. To know you both felt the same way was the best feeling in the entire universe. You now knew Luke on a whole new level and he felt the same way about you.

“Thank you, On Air with Ryan Seacrest.” the blond chuckled quietly, holding you closer to his cheat.

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antiwhores · 2 years

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Brand New; Bakugouxreader

After chasing you away when it was revealed that you were pregnant, you start a new life. The baby didn’t survive so your life was your own withiut trave of him. A life without Bakugou. Can he do the same as good as you? You’re happy. Is he?

TW: hurt, angst, no comfort for Bakugou, unwanted pregnancy, miscarriage, break ups, fighting (verbal), good ending for reader, not proof read, unprotected sex, hatred.

I was just in that angsty mood yk? Yall btw, i wanna cut my vagina off fr. And i dont want myears anymore. Whats the point of hearing if it only works sometimes?! Ugh.

You resented him. Bakugou was officially dead to you. In fact he had been dead to you for a while. But when he decided to pop up into your life and try to ruin it again. You were pissed.

During your sophmore year of highschool you were dating Bakugou. You two were childhood friends, attached at the hip. But when he decided that fucking with a faulty condom would be a good thing, even when you protested, it all changed.

He got you pregnant. All because he didn’t wanna wait to get his dick wet till he could get a new condom to replace of the one he’d been carrying in his pocket for the whole span of the 3 day camping trip you two took.

Didn’t he understand that this was a huge change for you too? No, he was selfish.

“I don’t have time for a damn child! Im trying to be a hero for gods sake!” “Okay?! You can’t just try to force and abortion on me like that you piece of shit! This was all you! And you think I don’t have shit to do with my life to?!” “Your life isnt as important as mine!”

You packed your shit and left that week. You never looked back. And you regret nothing.

You moved out to the far countryside of Japan. Somewhere hidden in the fog of a deserted, closed off town. You finished your highschool years in that small little village. You got to know everyone in the town. You went to college in another side of the outskirts and graduated with a degree that would keep you happy.

The baby didn’t survive, you didn’t even have time to think about whether or not you wanted to keep it before it died. You remember going to the doctor about a day or two after the incident to check on the parasite in your stomach. It was gone.

You remember laughing biterly, tears whelling up at what the doctor told you. All that bickering and loss just for a false alarm. You were sick.

Now, for the first time in a long time, you were happy. You were 24 with a house and car, a stable job, plenty of non-judging allies, friends and good relationships, financial stability, a nice area of living, and most of all; you were without him.

You swore never to step back into the city again unless absolutely necessary. Not even for family visits. The family that did want to see you came out to you instead of vice versa. You also made sure not to tell any of your old friends where you had gone.

You knew he patrolled the streets. Even if theres a small chance you’d see him again, you wanted to prevent that at all costs.

But apparently no matter how far you ran, the past ran faster.

Everyone in the town knew eachothers stories and you were no exception. The town knew that you had been betrayed by such a famous man. They were kind, they took down any advertisements for the man, they talked shit whenever he came up on tv, etc.

So of course all hell broke loose when he came to your small town to work on a case. They knew they needed to keep you away from him and they knew how.

So, as Bakugou was roaming the streets, spreading his bitter aura like the plague on everything he touched, you hid.

The plan was almost compromised when he met eyes with you breifly. You were in a neighbors house when it happened. Everyone had just been notified that he came through so you weren’t ready.

You dissapeared from the window as quickly as you came. Even though he beckoned himself a fool, a crazy man for even thinking his first love was in this building after all these years still as gorgeous as he remembers; he still found himself walking up to the door and placing a firm knock.

It was not you whom answered his knock but the neighbor. A tiny brown woman with glassy green eyes who looked about 25. A coldness wafted off of her as she questioned his reasoning for knocking. He felt like a borderline schizophrenic. According to himself, he was just so deperate to see her again that when he saw a woman around the same age as you he was stiff and stunned.

He packed his shit and left that week. He looked back. He regreted everything.

#bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader #mha x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou angst

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sugar-omi · 8 months

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Okay so we've had leaving Cove for Baxter but what about an uno reverse card here? A post step 4 scenario where MC leaves Baxter and figures out they've always loved Cove?

P.S. Love, love, live your writing!!!

im so glad you sent this!! tysm for the praise<333 i feel like this could relate to this: question abt the reverse also i didn't think abt it then, n maybe i said this but to finish that thought. (eta now that ive linked it, BABE U LITERALLY RAMBLED STFU<///3) but baxter accepts your feelings bc he's desperate for love and he's pined after you for years. ALTHOUGH if i were to write it canonically, he would be so offended that you'd even bother and encourage you to leave cove before you hurt him. cove would do the same, if you confess to him he would Instantly lose all respect n interest in you and would all but spit at you if you did BAXTER WOULD ACTUALLY CALL YOU DISGUSTING AS WELL... i like to imagine cove would bc yk, i like the parallel, but he wouldn't and he'd prbly go "is that what you think of me?" bc he'd feel like a piece of meat in that situation

tags : Angst (w happy ending for you), Hurt/Comfort, breaking up w baxter, unrequited to requited love, falling out of love w baxter

synopsis : you break up with baxter because you realize you don't love him anymore. then you realize someone else is piquing your interest...

baxter is surprised, but he also expected this...

lately you'd been pulling away, and you've been lost in thought. and he's walked in on you crying a few times and you didn't want to explain to him why.

he feels his blood go cold, and he feels pressure wash over him.. he tries not to cry or choke up when he speaks.

he has to act like a gentleman. he needs to be understanding. he needs to be the strong one because you're sitting on the floor and crying, apologizing and hiding your face in your hands.

your sobs and shaky form hurts him more. he knows it's not your fault. it's his, in all honesty.

he left you so cruelly 5 years ago, and even though you've been together for a year and shared many happy moments with hushed giggles and loving kisses, you couldn't find the same love for him as when you were young.

baxter tries not beat himself up, pushing down his darker minds degrading chorus...

he puts a hand on your head, smoothing his palm over his pants. his palm hurts from digging his nails into it.

tonight is going to be rough. tomorrow will be harder.

"it's okay y/n. we had a good time together right?" baxter smiles. although the thickness of his voice makes you tuck in on yourself more.

he continues soothing you, ignoring the tears in his eyes. "i understand... we're so different now, it's not surprising it didn't work."

baxter's humorless and watery laugh makes you cry more, and you know he's crying now too. "we should stop looking back on the past now." baxter pets your head, trying to milk the last bit of affection from your dying relationship.

he feels like his world is opening up.

you turn your face away and wipe roughly at your tears. you know you look like a mess, but you feel so overwhelmed, and you have enough shame to not want to face baxter.

you finally look up at him, baxter lifting his gaze from his knees to look at you, glazed amber staring back at you. your heart clenches.

even though you don't love him the same way anymore, this kills you all the same.

"i'll... get my stuff tomorrow." you whisper.

cove was torn when you got with baxter.

he's always loved you, and when you still pined for baxter even after that summer, he got accustomed to putting his feelings aside to let your relationship grow.

but now you were sitting on his couch, looking distant at his fish tank.

your eyes were blurred with tears, and it took everything to curl yourself into the corner of the couch.

"y/n?..."

...

cove goes to call out again- "yeah?" you mutter, your words tiny and soft. weak. forced.

"what can i do for you?" cove wanted to gather up all your pain and take it away. so that the only thing left was for you to be happy.

...

you lick your lips, fixing your feet that were sliding off the cushion.

"i don't know. nothing for now." you turn and try to smile. "this is okay for now, i'm sorry for bugging you i..."

you swallow. "i don't wanna be alone right now."

cove comes closer, wrapping his arms around you, hiding your face in his neck. "i don't mind, i'll always be here for you."

it's silent for a long moment, the only sound being the TV cove didn't turn off at your insistence.

less sound meant your thoughts were louder.

you focused on the trickling water of the tank and it suddenly made you aware of how dry you were after crying.

you wrestle your arm free from the blankets and cove's hold, and you feel him watching your every move.

after drinking half the glass, you lean into cove's chest and take in the sound of his heartbeat.

cove is the only thing that keeps your head from spinning and the world from crashing.

you huff. this is frustrating. you're frustrated with everything, mostly with yourself.

"do you... wanna talk now?" cove inquires gently, rambling about how you don't have to but it might help.

you don't say anything for a bit, tracing the waves and lines of cove's tattoo.

"..even though i pined for him for so long..." you start, slowly letting the words come to you. "i thought this was it, i thought i was over him leaving me. but..."

you start to cry, so you sit up to turn around, hiding your face in your hands.

"i spent so long being sad that.."

"i spent so long being angry that.."

"i spent so long being angry then sad and missing him that.."

you swallow, muttering. "that i didn't even realize when i stopped loving him..."

it's quiet. and you don't look up to see if cove heard, but you assume he did since he asks a interesting question...

"then.. why are you so sad? i mean i get it, but..." cove groans, trying to word his thought carefully and correctly.

"i'm sorry.. it just seems like you're upset about something else, too..."

you exhale shakily, despising the tears still pouring from your eyes.

you take in what cove asked, debating what to say before you speak. "i thought this was what i wanted, but now i..." you start crying, overwhelmed.

cove just pulls you back into him, deciding that was enough talking for tonight, and now it was just about cheering you up.

it's been a few months, things are... different. some days are difficult. but most of them are better, just a bit mellow.

it took a bit, but your new apartment finally feels like home, and you can sit in the silence and solitude of it without feeling like your chest is caving in.

at least for today.

you and cove laugh, falling onto your new mattress after finally getting it through the door.

after the giggles die down, you flip over and look at cove. "thanks for helping."

cove turns his head to smile at you, "nah. derek did most the work."

"well, he's not here to receive my 100th thanks, so just take it."

cove laughs heartily.

lately, cove has started to look more handsome. ethereal, in fact. and you can't look away..

"y/n?.."

you hum, looking back at the ceiling. fuck you got caught.

"you're doing it again y'know?"

you whip around to look at cove, who has a smug grin on his face. "what? that's the second time you've said that! what does it even mean?!" you exclaim, slapping cove's chest with the back of your hand.

he laughs joyously, "like you're thinking philosophical thoughts!"

you roll your eyes, "ooo big words there, ocean boy. wouldn't you like to know about my philosopher thoughts." you mock, teasing cove with a grin you don't bother to fight coming across your lips.

"yep." cove pops the 'p', simply agreeing that he wants to know what's on your mind.

you watch each other in silence, and your eyes fall on his lips and he parts them to speak but you beat him to it, muttering lowly and if it wasn't for the emptiness and tranquility around you, he wouldn't have heard it.

"i'm thinking about how pretty you are..."

cove stills, you can hear his breath hitch and he stops breathing for a moment.

you continue, letting the water flow now that you've opened the gates.

"i know you've always had a crush on me, and please don't think i'm playing with you.." you swallow, keeping eye contact so as to will yourself to go on, although the depths of cove's glassy eyes make you flatter a bit.

you curl your fingers into your palms, keeping yourself from petting his cheek.

"at some point i started to.. realize just how much you are there for me. and i.." you lick your lips, "i love you."

cove starts to cry, and to that he sits up to hide his face.

you sit up as well, reaching out to cove's back. you don't know if you should touch him or not...

he cries for a bit. eventually, you do reach out, curling your fingers in the fabric of his shirt. you can't bring yourself to come closer, not sure how to comfort cove or if you even should, but you want him to know you're still here and waiting.

waiting for what? you're not sure.

waiting for him to seek your comfort? waiting for him to reject you? either way, you're waiting, and he turns around when he finally stops the waterworks.

"y-you mean it?" cove chokes, and you nod.

"yeah." you whisper, like any louder approval and it'll come off as half-hearted.

he pauses for a moment, looking at you. searching your gaze and trying to pick your brain apart.

"did you... break up with baxter because you...?" he can't say it, like he's not allowed to. like if he says it, it might shatter.

"love you?" you finish, "no. breaking up with baxter had nothing to do with you or my feelings for you."

"good, good..." cove repeats, sagging a bit in relief. "can i ask you one last question?"

"anything, cove." you assure, antsy to what will come out of his mouth. maybe this is all leading to rejection, but at least he'll know you loved him.

"you aren't saying that because i helped you through your breakup, right?" cove approaches softly. he doesn't mean to offend you, and you take none.

"no!" you lean forward, snatching up cove's hands. "i didn't say it right earlier.. what i meant was, i stopped seeing you as just a friend." you fret a bit, softening as you think about how you see cove now.

"i was hung up on what i couldn't have with baxter, and i know it sounds bad, but once i realized i was living in my head too much and didn't even know what i was feeling until after the fact.."

you intertwine your hands with cove's, looking up at him. "i realized life was so much better than in my head, and there was, is, someone greater than i could ever imagine."

you don't realize it until cove reaches up to wipe some tears from your cheeks. you laugh, "you're crying too, dummy."

cove laughs, holding your hand against his cheek.

"i've been waiting so long to hear you say that." cove cringes, "well... maybe too long. you're so hard to get over, i could never do it..."

cove looks at you with affectionate eyes.

"does this mean..?" you question, a bit egear but holding your horses.

cove laughs and nods. "yeah. i love you too, y/n."

you beam, taking his face in your hands and resting your foreheads together. "we'll take it slow, if it helps."

cove flushes, feeling a bit bold and is flustered by the fact. "not too slow, i've been waiting almost 17 years for this."

cove is the one to close the gap, swallowing your words before you can tease him, laugh, or agree.

you let him, letting cove pull you down to earth again and into him, as he always does.

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #baxter ward #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove our life #baxter ward x reader #baxter x reader #our life baxter #baxter ward x reader angst #baxter ward angst #angst #light angst #angst with a happy ending

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doodlemcjazzhands · 9 days

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do you have any tips on drawing backgrounds. I struggle with them so much and can’t always make them cohesive with the drawing yk

Oh man, yeah. I do indeed know, all too well U_U Backgrounds are a STRUGGLE

Here are some things I’ve picked up, that have helped make them a little less difficult (feel free to take what you think might be helpful and then scrap the rest!):

1. Map out your Composition, Tones and Colors in a Rough Thumbnail

-I think the main thing that helps me, is planning. If you’re gonna do a background, don’t think of it as an after thought. I find it’s helpful to plan out the background at the same time you’re planning the character pose, rather that just slapping in a background, once the character is already finished. It’s like a little dance, making the environment work to accommodate the character while simultaneously making the character work to accommodate the BG.

-I usually do a small thumbnail and color key before I actually go into the drawing itself

-I like to think of the thumbnail like a little roadmap that I can always refer back to when I’m stuck. It's something that is easy to experiment with and will help me keep the big picture in mind, while working, rather than fussing over all of the small details.

-you can plan how you might want to use light and other elements of the bg to frame important things, or point and lead your eye to the focal point, or divide up the frame.

When I’m working on the actual drawing, I’ll always keep my thumbnail visible off in the corner of my workspace, just as a reminder of where I want to go with the piece, and to keep it available to color pick from, when I want to.

2. Try Sticking to 1 or 2 Dominant Colors and try not to stray too far, unless it’s an intentional accent

I usually choose 1-2 main colors and then paint bucket fill the canvas with those colors as a base, before I even start on the "cleaned up" linework. Then when I start painting, for real, I choose my colors based off how warm or cold they are, compared to the main color(s).

So say, for example, I want the dominating color of the illustration to be red, if I’m coloring an apple (that is naturally red) I would keep it the same hue, but might change the tone or saturation. However, if I’m painting a carrot (that would naturally be orange) I might just shift the hue to be a warmer red, rather than a full blown orange. Conversely, if I wanted to paint a naturally blue sky, I would shift the hue from red to be a bit colder, maybe more of a purple, but not necessarily a true blue.

*sometimes the saturation can mess around with a perceived color as well, (like how a desaturated yellow, will often look green), so I find there’s a lot of trial and error and messing around to be done with color, which I guess is half of the fun :P

(obviously this isn’t the only way to approach color, but I find it helpful for reigning myself in and keeping things a little more cohesive)

3. Add Depth

-Think of your environment as a 3D space with overlapping elements. Consider what your foreground, midground and background elements might be, to give depth to the drawing.

The further away something is, the less details the human eye can make out, and atmosphere will create a sort of hazy look to things that are set far away. So to mimic this effect for things that you want to recede into the distance, you can use less saturated colors, less contrast, do less detail, less line work (maybe even go lineless) and use slightly cooler colors. Maybe even add a little gaussian blur if it looks good. Conversely, for things you want push forward, just do the opposite (higher contrast, higher saturation, heavier line, more detail ect.)

4a. Study and Play with Lighting

I think lighting can be a big factor in helping make a character feel like they fit and belong in their environment. Study how light works and interacts with the world and think about how it might effect every element of your environment. How does it break apart when it’s going through something translucent? Is it going to cast harsh or soft shadows? Are there multiple light sources? Are they different colors? different intensities? Is the light source visible or not? Is it a controlled beam of light, like a laser, or more open, like the sun?

4b. Make use of Reflected Light and Color

So, when light hits an object, that is near another object, some of it’s color can be reflected onto the nearby object, if the angle is right. So for reflected light, I usually add a clipping mask layer to the affected object and add a gradient coming from the first object, using a color that has be color picked from the first object. Then I’ll turn down the opacity to my liking.

^(Ok, this first example of reflected light is super subtle on Sirius’s jacket, but it’s a little clearer to see the reflected light from the tub reflecting onto Sirius’s face and Remus’s arms, in the second example)

5. Add a Little Bit of *Spice*

If by the end of my coloring, I still want to do some tweaking, these are my general go to’s:

-Edit with filters and/or gradients. If you’re working digitally, play around with blending modes. You can make a new layer, fill it with a color or a gradient, then see what different blending modes and levels of opacities will do to it.

-Color your lines so that the black isn’t so harsh against the other colors in the scene. Sometimes I like to go completely lineless in some areas, if it's an area blown out by light, or is maybe pulling your attention away from the focal point

-You could add a little bit of grain and noise (to do this in photoshop, make a new layer, fill it with a grey colour (or experiment with other colours) then go to filter>noise>add noise>ok and turndown the fill and maybe change the blending mode)

-Adjust the levels, if you’re still not fully satisfied with the contrast, you can adjust the levels (ctrl +L in photoshop)

-Adjust the Color balance if you're not fully satisfied with the saturation and colors (ctrl+ B in photoshop)

Ok, gosh, there’s so much, but I think I’ve rambled on long enough… hope this helps and wasn't too obvious or convoluted!

Good luck!!

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #backgrounds #replies

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queerofthedagger · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thanks so much for the tag! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

132 which. insane.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,520,700 which is even more insane. anyway

3. What fandoms do you write for?

BBC Merlin, Stranger Things, The Sandman, The Raven Cycle, and Lord of the Rings, and coming soon probably also Black Sails, let's be real

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

Old Haunts (Are For Forgotten Ghosts), A Study in Choices and Second Chances, I Wouldn't Leave You If You Let Me, Still I Surface in Morning Light, and Fate Rests Heavily On Our Shoulders. I'm never not baffled by the fact that my two most popular fics not only are for HP, but are for Regulus/Harry. Like. That tag has maybe 100 fics???

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!! Sometimes it takes me a while but I'll tend to get around to them eventually <3

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think that's a toss-up between my my s5 Morgwen AU With Eyes Wide Open, and the one where I made the Diamond of the Day worse, watch all my bridges burn

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is such a difficult question because Angst with a Happy Ending is kind of my brand. That said, esp where Merlin is concerned, one thing I think about a lot is the inevitability of tragedy and how, no matter how many fix-its I write, personally I believe that most of them, if I didn't end them before the fact, would eventually end in some kind of tragic way, actually. Like. Very rarely is Merlin not immortal, or the world not against them, or or or. So in that vein I guess one of the happiest ones would be We Can Always Run because it's such an utter rejection of destiny, an utter refusal to even pretend they're playing the game.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Very rarely, thankfully.

9. Do you write smut?

Occasionally, yeah! It's a constant process of pushing at my comfort zone tbh, but I do enjoy doing it (ha), so!!

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nope, it's just not really my thing, neither for writing nor reading. Obviously never say never but yk.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Unfortunately (don't do this).

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Such a cool feeling, I love the thought of them existing in other languages in the world <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope; there have been and are a few plans for that floating around though 👀

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

This is so hard but in the end it gotta be merthur, like, because I love them to pieces but also just for the sheer amount of words I've written for them. Not sure if/how that would ever get topped, especially considering it's like, on-going.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

There's a bunch of HP WIPs I would have loved to finish, but I've fallen so utterly out of love with the fandom I don't really think it's ever going to happen at this point tbh.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Worldbuilding, plots/characterization, and prose; I think I'm solid in those and they come easily to me/bring me the most joy when writing. Editing, in a way, because I'm an obsessive bitch with a system about it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions; I'm just not a very visual writer, which is not too huge of an issue when writing familiar characters and settings in fic, but becomes immediately and glaringly obvious whenever I 1. introduce non-canon stuff, or 2. have a go at OG. Also planning/outlining; I can make a bunch of notes but if I write an outline, I will not write the fic. I don't think it's necessarily a weakness, but it can make a bunch of additional work when it comes to the plottier stuff.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Not the biggest fan tbh, which I know is probably controversial but odds that your audience will understand it are low if it's more than a bunch of words you can guess from the context? I prefer the ""dialogue," he said in Latin" approach. It's subjective though I get it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Bandom RPF at like, 12 (not telling you which band peace and love). I took a long fandom hiatus until a couple of years ago though, and under this fandom alias it'd be HP/Tomarrymort.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Still There Are Many Names In History, I think. I love a lot of stuff I've written, but that story has my entire heart in it, and the response to it has left me sobbing like. a ridiculous number of times which, like, is not something that I usually have to deal with lmao.

No Pressure-tagging: @prattery @emryses @glaftwlet @snapshotmaestro @merlinemrys @atlantablack @insane-ohwhyfandoms @hazelands @aeonthedimensionalgirl @slantedknitting and anyone else who'd like to, just say I tagged you <3

#tag games #mona's writing #i have so many of these to catch up on but this one just was so much fun i had to do it real quick

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fbfh · 1 year

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JLFDSKFJLSKJLDKSLS THANK YOU BABES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LITERALLY SOBBING RN <333333 I UNDERSTAND THE EMOTION OF FERAL OVER DESIRE AND LOVE FOR LEO VALDEZ VERY WELL 😭 I MAKE IT ESPECIALLY AAAAAAH BECAUSE HE HE HE'S SO WHEN HE WHEN HE'S JUST HE HE'S HE WHEN HE WHEN

no bc Leo's the type of boyfriend where when you're running errands you text him planning to meet up later and he surprises you at the grocery store. you're looking at all the milk and you can sense him before you see him cause your stomach gets all fluttery and your body feels all sparkly and electric and before you know it he's saying something before he squeezes your waist and spins you around. you're both giggling so sweetly and organically that when he sets you down and twirls you around to face him he can't not kiss you. he kisses you and kisses you until you pull away, remembering you're in public, but he does that thing where he still kind of leans in and chases your lips a little and then just gazes at you all lovestruck still in total disbelief that you're his. that he's yours. that you want him like he wants you. then after that he's like "hm what's left on your list" and grabs the little piece of paper with your scribbled handwriting so he can save it. he just thinks it's pretty yk. he has a whole bunch of scraps of paper with little doodles and notes and to do lists that would have been thrown away but he just likes them. he likes the way your letters swoop and the way you draw your bullet points and smiley faces and exclamation points. he likes having a piece of you. he gets kind of excited whenever the magnetic notepad on your fridge runs out bc that means he can pick out a new one with a new print that you'll say "oh my god, I love it! it's so cute <3" when he gives it to you and talk about how you like the little flowers or cupcakes or puppies or whatever on it. he helps you finish the rest of your grocery shopping and then whatever else you have to do after that and suddenly an afternoon of running errands turns into one of your favorite diary entries ever. and everyone in the store can see it, what you share. everybody notices the way you look at each other, how quick you are to smile and laugh around each other. it's the type of interaction someone sees that either makes them feel so chronically lonely or want to text every loved one something that will make them smile, maybe both, but you and Leo always have a way of expressing pda that never feels gross, it feels sincere. it's a perfect example of what everyone is chasing, and you've been so many strangers "I saw the cutest couple at the grocery store" that it's impossible to count. don't be surprised if you randomly see a candid video of you and Leo looking through fruit on your for you page with the caption "god when is it my turn. I want what they have."

#drabbles #leo vladez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez drabbles #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus drabbles #heroes of olympus x reader #i. want to kiss him. i want to hold his hand and swing it while we walk.#i know deep in my bones that we're together in almost every reality but this one #we have to be #catch me in my wandavision era #never wanted anyone or anything as bad as i want him lol

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 2 years

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hellooooo

I was scrolling through your Halloween event to read the finished ones but saw cotton candy was still open so I decided to yk take it lmao

what about chubby gn reader x ace with the prompt cotton candy?

thanks! Love your writing btw!

Hello Anon babes!!! Yes of course I can do this for you!!! So there is a cool cotton candy trend where they make big cotton candy art it's so pretty I recommend looking them up! I saw so many cute flower cotton candy pieces they look so beautiful I don't even want to eat them! Awwwww thank you so mucho!!! <3 I hope you enjoy love!

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Walking around the carnival you notice the colorfully large pieces of cotton candy the people had all throughout the place. Some are shaped as characters and some are pretty colorful flowers. You went up and down the carnival and found the stand. Seeing the elderly man twirling the cotton candy around “Ace honey, we have to try this!” you said without him his response you tugged his arm as you waited in the line. Your pudgy fingers intertwined with your boyfriend's slender long fingers.

Cotton candy was your weakness and you remembered from your childhood the first time you had it, it stood as one of your favorite treats. Ace saw the excitement in your eyes as you got closer and closer to the front. In his mind, all he could think was ‘god they are so cute.’ his arm wrapping around your shoulder. “Did you decide on what style you wanted?” he asked you. Both of you looked at the display menu and you couldn’t decide at that moment. “Hmmmmm…. It's so hard… What would you choose?!” you were biting on your inner cheek waiting for your freckle-face boyfriend's response. “I think I will go with the flower you get to choose the flavors of the cotton candy. Maybe red, orange and yellow for me.” giving a grin at you. “You make it sound so easy to choose something so fast! They all look so tasty.” You kept looking at the flavors wondering what combos would be the best to try. “Babe you better hurry we are almost up.” there was one more customer in front of you both.

“Ahhh ummmmmm pink, blue, and purple!” you finally exclaimed. When it finally came to your guys' turn, you both ordered your cotton candies. The elderly man began to pour the sugar into the hot center and you started to see the cotton candy strings forming. “That is so amazing!” you watch with your eyes widened. When your order was finally complete you twirled the cotton candy around seeing the pretty colors. Ace was already eating his and when he noticed you didn't touch yours just yet. The sugary candy dissolved in his mouth before he spoke “aren’t you gonna try it ____?” “It's so pretty I can't bring myself to eat it just yet.” giving him pouty lips. Hearing those words fall from your lips gave Ace a chuckle. “What's so funny ?!”

“Nothing, why don't you have some of mine then when you're ready you can eat yours” He pulled a piece of his cotton candy off bringing it to your lips. When finally getting a piece of the heavenly goodness the flavor bursts into your mouth. “Good isn’t it?” he gave you a smile seeing your hands placed on your chubby cheeks savoring the yummy treat.

“That’s really yummy!” you finally decided to take a piece of your own cotton candy and brought it to his lips. “Here, try it!”

Ace bashfully opened his mouth as you placed the cotton candy between his lips when closing he lightly grazed the tip of your finger. When Ace swallowed the yummy treat “It way better when you feed it to me _____.”

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ashiemochi · 10 months

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trying to draw re4make! Leon coming back from the mission late at night and idk how i feel about it </3

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nahalism · 1 year

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When I was younger, I used to be so ashamed of being very very sensitive. I mean, everyone even my mom made me feel ashamed for it, it caused me to internalized everything and keep everything to myself and for a long while growing up I felt this hatred for people who where “openly sensitive” I would call them naive and stupid because that’s how the world made me feel as a child. Looking back now, I realize that my sensitivity actually made me smarter (don’t mean to brag but I think I deserve a lil bit of bragging) because so many things would click in my head about things that even older kids didn’t understand, I mean I still struggle with fully accepting just how sensitive and full of love I am (I don’t show it to the outside world) I know now that it does give me a richer inner life therefore it gives me a rich outer life and it helps me understand that when I get so angry at the world that I could burn it down just to liberate the innocent, that that feeling is really just a yearning for a better world and a better place for everyone on earth and that’s why it hurts so much and this might be naive thinking but then the little girl inside me screams “it’s not fair! Things shouldn’t be like this! People shouldn’t suffer!” I realize that maybe she’s right and maybe being a little bit more “naive” and sensitive is what the world needs. Maybe childlike wonder and seeing the world in a childlike point of view would make us more empathetic towards one another. I don’t know what you were referring to in your post about people having less sensitivities and how they seem to win more but at the end of the day why is coldness and callousness so glorified? And then people wonder why the world is such an awful place

.. thank you 🖤. i was actually referring to a similar thing. over the past few months ive been wondering if the time i spend feeling, piecing my shortcomings together and trying to improve etc etc is as worth it as i believe it to be. i know collectively we need love, but sometimes the path i choose feels like a giant circle. each time i pass go i make progress but there isnt always that same validation or immediate evidence of growth felt from walking in a straight line. yk? starting at a ending at b. instead theres just more and more and growth and endless finish lines. and lol. i think, sometimes i just wonder if im going about it the wrong way. idk. i dont feel its wrong but sometimes .. yeah. im rly grateful you wrote this because i agree from fundamental part of myself & i needed to hear that. we do need more love and more wonder. thank you <3

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mari-lair · 1 year

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☀️, for the ask game

☀️ Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

I had a few, but recently only yours come to mind! You went into so many details, and paid so much attention, it got me writing proudly like Nene with her diary.

I worked on the chapter as if I was speedrunning the day I got it, even finished that week! And i still re-read it when I need motivation. I'm determined to make the next chapter long!

And here is what the comment said:

[so, uh, i may or may not have forgotten to comment on this for half a month… well, to compensate for my lateness i’ve decided to write my thoughts on this chapter in excruciating detail because i’m actually very normal (i swear)

1. THEY SHAKED HANDS… OH MY GOD… look it may not seem like much but when you think about it hand shaking is pretty much just hand holding with extra steps, so basically they just held hands (good for them!!!)

2. aka’s relationship with mirai is. so much to me. AND DRAWING PARALLELS TO TERU AND TIARA’S RELATIONSHIP… LITERALLY RATTLING MY CAGE BARS SO HARD AT THIS!!! also them agreeing that teru’s a piece of crap is so iconic fr

3. aka offering for teru to braid his hair is so damn telling of how theyre slowly but surely getting closer and starting to trust each other a bit and i just. AAAHHDJFJFJFJFJFJFFJAJSKDKKD. THIS IS DRIVING ME INSANE /POS

4. omg i remember when i was looking at one of the wips and i was like ‘wait op isn’t gonna pull a chapter 26 right…’ and i am SO GLAD that i dodged apollo’s dodgeball there because i’d probably cry if that happened

5. ‘wiggling around like a pathetic worm’ is such a Sentence™ and now it’ll be forever ingrained in my mind, i bet ten dollars i’m gonna end up quoting that like five times in a row while knowing damn well that nobody’s gonna fully understand me

6. aka’s reaction to teru being taller than him is so comically paradigmatic of their relationship like damn, i’m gonna go sit in a corner and think about that for a while gimme a few okay (and by ‘a few’ i mean the next few YEARS)

7. the part where teru ruffles aka’s hair and notices how cold it is OH MY GOD AJSKJDKDKFKF???? i think i’ll have to change that from a few years to a few decades… may or may not have led me down a rabbit hole of thoughts on aka’s lack of humanity ngl 😳😳😳 i’m like 2 seconds away from writing a small essay about it someone needs to either stop me or encourage me right now

8. ‘it was as if growing up made teru lose his survival instincts’… HEY, WHAT DOES THIS MEAN 😀 is it because he eventually falls in love with aka… i know what you are, teru 🤨📸 BUT ALSO WHAT IF IT’S SOMETHING ELSE okay i don’t know what else it could be atm but whatever it is i have a feeling it would not be good

9. tbh… i’m becoming a rita stan (i said, not even having the faintest idea of what she looks like because i can’t imagine people for the life of me) wait actually. you should draw her /nf… if you don’t do it first then i’ll just have to draw her myself ig

10. TERU CALLING AKA BY HIS NAME. TERU GETTING GENUINELY WORRIED FOR AKA. i am going to lock myself in my dryer and never come out omg i’m going to cry this is so important to me i’m never gonna dance again because of this

11. the way he’s starting to care about aka… i’m literally going to cry… god the way you write character dynamics and development is literally going to make me rip my eyes out IT’S SO GOOD AJKDDJKDKDFK. and the way he was denying it so hard too 😭😭 it’s like, he’s trying so much to convince himself that he doesn’t care about aka and i just,,, IT’S SO. YK

12. this is like. stage one: Denial™, yk. like he says and does all these things to try and distract from how he actually feels, HE OVERCOMPENSATES SO MUCH LMAO, idk how to articulate it but this is going to be the death of me, i was just waiting for him to realize just how much he cares deep down yk… actually this entire fic is just killing me to death tbh

13. AND THEN WHEN HE FINALLY ADMITS IT TO HIMSELF OH MY GOD. I’M GOING TO SLAM HIM INTO A MICROWAVE THIS LITERALLY MEANS EVERYTHING I’M USING EVERY FIBRE OF MY BEING TO NOT SCREAM AND SHOUT RN

14. and then of course he tries to pin the blame on aka, like he’s just doing everything in his power to deny his feelings lmaoo, that’s literally so in character for him… like who’s gonna tell him about friendship /j, btw this fic is stabbing me cesear-style rn

15. AND THEN THE ENDING OH MY GOD… NOW THAT’S HOW YOU END A CHAPTER FR!! i am currently going to explode with anticipation for the next chapter, i’m actually never going to shut up about this fic tbh

i don’t really know a good way to finish this small essay of a comment off, so i’ll just quote something i texted to a friend while in the middle of writing this: ‘i fink that fic may have ruined me tbh but it’s too radballs for me to go back now’. i think that adequately summarizes my thoughts on this tbh

so uh yeah!!! thanks for reading exactly 895 words of me incoherently rambling about this fic, next time i’m going to make a google slides presentation /j but seriously i love this fic so much and i can’t wait to see where it goes next!]

#I re read your aka tags when i need motivation too #you really are easily Aka's biggest fan #thank you for the ask!#and all the love you've given my clock boy

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