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lesbian-in-leather · 3 months

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Let's Talk About Alastor

Hazbin Hotel is rotting my brain so it's time for me to ramble about it to no one in particular!! Obviously this post will contain a whole multitude of spoilers, so please don't look under the cut unless you're fine with that/have seen the full season

As I mentioned in the tags of this post, I have SO MANY THOUGHTS about our beloved Radio Demon, especially in regards to the finale and how I think his plot could go next series, so buckle up folks, this'll be a long one

First off, let's talk about the way he fights. When he's fighting anyone, Alastor is big, and showy, and fucking deadly. We see it time and time again—he has fun when he fights, he enjoys the carnage and, most importantly, the terror he elicits from his foes. And that's why he was tasked with dealing with Adam—he's insanely powerful, and if anyone can take down the head of the exorcists, it would have to be Alastor (because obviously they didn't know Lucifer would show up to help, and Charlie hasn't fully come into her power yet, but that's another post). And he knows it! He knows he's powerful, he knows he's deadly, he knows everyone is shit-scared of him, and that's what he relies on.

And then the finale happens. He's in that final battle, and he's actually put to the test. And in terms of sheer power, for once in his afterlife he isn't the strongest in the room. He's actually outmatched, or at least on an even footing. And if he'd fought like everyone else, then maybe he would have succeeded—if he'd taken Carmilla's advice, I have no doubt that he would have won, or at least held Adam off for long enough that the others could have come and helped him. But he never stood a chance. Because he fights like an angel, and that's why he loses to one. Look at Carmilla's conversation with Vaggie:

"You leave yourself open with every swing; you fight like someone unafraid of harm" "Angels wield no shield, little armour, and fight with reckless abandon"

Remind you of anyone? Rewatch Alastor's fight with Adam—he's fighting just like he always does. He has multiple opportunities to take him out, but, like always, he chooses to play with his food. He's enjoying himself, he's riling Adam up, dancing around him, taunting him. Because at no point does he consider that he could lose this fight—he has no armour, no shield, he didn't even bring an angelic weapon! He just has his trusty radio mic (the source of his power? Perhaps... but that's a discussion for another post) that Adam breaks. And the genuine fear in his eyes, in his voice when that happens? He has no idea what to do. He never even considered this could happen. Everyone else is fighting for their lives, but he was treating this war like simple sport... until suddenly he couldn't.

And speaking of motivation, once again we can look to Carmilla's song to see why he loses when the other, objectively less powerful souls (Husk, Angel, Cherri, hell, even Nifty) succeeded. Yes, they weren't against Adam, but they were still fighting exorcists—you know, the same angels that have been decimating hell's population unchallenged for literal centuries. But they didn't die. Because they were fighting for what they truly believed in, because they had a real reason to not only fight, but to live. I saw it mentioned in this post earlier, and they make such a good point! Charlie's fighting for her dream and for her people; Vaggie's fighting for Charlie; Lucifer for his daughter; Angel, Husk, Pentious and Cherri are all fighting for their friends (something Charlie gave them, btw, but again, that's a different post). But what's Alastor fighting for? Power? Fun? To prove a goddamn point? I think he loses because even he doesn't really know why he's fighting. I mean, listen to Out For Love and tell me it doesn't apply to Alastor just as much as Vaggie:

"I see you're driven by your detestation Your every step is stoked with animus You need a different type of motivation Or there's no way that you can handle this I know you're thirstin' for vengeance, Vaggie You're out for blood But you'll only stand a chance if you're out for love"

Which would bring me onto where I think his plot will go in future seasons (should we get them), but first we need to clear a couple of things up and try to understand his character as best we can. Now here's the thing, I know a lot of people are divided on the topic of Alastor's feelings. Some people say he genuinely cares about the others, while some say he's just putting up a façade and playing the game, and that all of the supposed evidence of his feelings are actually manufactured manipulations. But I think both readings are true, and also, neither of them are.

Because I think Alastor does care about the others, to an extent. But I also think he refuses to acknowledge it, to recognise that part of himself, that he's buried those feelings so deep he doesn't even know that they can exist within him anymore. I think whoever holds his leash (Lilith? The seven year gap is a little too convenient to ignore, but at the same time, now that we know where she is, what's her motivation? Anyway, another post) pushed him towards the hotel for their own purposes, but I also don't think they're particularly checking up on him. I think his mission is to do with Charlie, but I also think he's grown genuinely attached to her over the months they've known each other. Why do I think this? I'm glad you asked!

First off, let's examine his reactions in various key moments throughout the series so far:

This first shot is the most annoyed we see him for the entirety of the song Should Have Stayed Gone, despite singing with one of his (many?) self-proclaimed rivals, Vox. Now yes, he does look moderately peeved, but I would argue that it's much less to do with Vox, and much more to do with the focus on television and his constant fear of irrelevancy (more on that later in this post). Then look at his expressions later—

Now he's enjoying himself, he has that ever-present shit-eating grin we all know and love. And, most crucially, no one else can see his expressions during this song. No one's looking at him in the first pic, and for the rest of the song he's in his radio booth, so it's safe to assume that his expressions are far less guarded than when he knows he's being observed. Why is that important? Well, let's take a look at another Alastor-heavy episode, shall we? That's right, no Alastor analysis would be complete without a delve into Dead Beat Dad, so here we go!

Right off the bat, we're shown his dislike of Lucifer. I know some people say it was all for show, but I disagree. Hear me out—Alastor's smart, no one's arguing otherwise, so why make an enemy of the literal devil just for sport? Now, let me be clear—I don't think he actually sees Charlie as a daughter-figure (at least, not consciously, and certainly not as strongly as he was making out). The thing is, he is good at reading people, and all it took was one look at Lucifer can't-wait-to-break-the-door-down Morningstar for him to realise that Charlie's affection was what mattered the most to him. However, his hatred of Lucifer was not all for show. So why did he hate him? The fact that he hadn't heard of him certainly won't have helped (again, Alastor definitely has a whole complex, we'll get to that), but his loathing started before Lucifer had even spoken to him. How do I know? Take a look at the moment when Lucifer has literally just opened the door

Look at that eye twitch. No one's looking at him. No one can see it. But the sheer, unbridled rage is so evident that he can't quite keep it from his face. And all Lucifer has done is hug his daughter. Now, assuming the two have never interacted before (Lucifer certainly doesn't seem to remember him, and Alastor doesn't act as though they've met) what reason does Alastor have to hate him? If Lilith is his master, perhaps it's on her behalf? But he doesn't seem particularly loyal to whoever holds his leash, far from it, so that leaves us with the two most logical options: either Lucifer is the one holding his leash (not impossible, but I wouldn't say it has much evidence thus far), or Alastor is genuinely opposed to him because of how he's treated Charlie. Because he does care about her, however little he'll admit it to himself.

Just to really hammer this point home, I'd like to show just some of the many other instances of Alastor being genuinely furious with Lucifer over the course of this episode—in fact, seeing as we've already talked about Should Have Stayed Gone, let's constrain ourselves to Hell's Greatest Dad for now, shall we?

All Lucifer has to do is laugh at the start of this song, and just look at Alastor's face! That's anger, or at the very least intense annoyance—with ever-smiling-Alastor, the proof is always in the eyebrows. Then we get this wonderful sequence of expressions while Lucifer begins insulting him:

Oh, and just in case you need a comparison, here's a shot of Lucifer insulting Alastor side-by-side with two different instance of Vox insulting Alastor. And some people still think Vox is his rival and he was just messing with Lucifer?

Now you may say, "Ah, but that's not a fair comparison! Alastor was clearly winning his argument with Vox, whereas he and Lucifer were on a much more even footing!" to which I would reply yes! Exactly! That's why Vox isn't anywhere close to being Alastor's rival, and also at least part of the reason Alastor cared so much when fighting with Lucifer. If winning against Lucifer was as easy as Vox, of course he'd pick that fight. But it wasn't. At the start of Hell's Greatest Dad, he's getting straight up humiliated (as those four waiter-esque pics demonstrate). And yet, he keeps fighting. Partially for pride, I'm sure, but some part of him absolutely cares about the argument he's making.

How do I know that? Well, you see, first of all we take a look at how Alastor acts when he first starts singing. As we all know, Alastor's power lies in his voice—his face was made for radio—and he's (almost) always so much more in control when he's talking, and always in control if his radio filter is in place. In fact, the stronger it is, the more he appears to be taking charge. So, when he first begins to fight back against Lucifer, he immediately puts that Cheshire-Cat-esque façade back into place, quite literally dancing around Lucifer as he does so:

And yet, his energy is so much higher than normal. He's leaping around, his usually calculated movements suddenly far more erratic and energetic than we've seen him. For example, in his first verse alone, he goes though all of this:

Not only is he using far more power, he's become so showy, his expressions are so much more unhinged than even he usually is, his pupils are near-constantly slitted, and, most importantly, take a look at his colour palette. Right at the very start it's still his classic red and black, but then—without Lucifer even interrupting—he gets so invested in convincing Charlie (and, by extension, proving himself better than Lucifer) that he switches to what I have dubbed his Powerful Palette. It only ever happens when he's demonstrating his full abilities; when he's angry at Husk, when he's fighting Adam, when he makes a new deal, and... now. Arguing with Lucifer over who's a better father to Charlie. And while usually it's in brief flashes before he returns to normal, here he stays consistently in his greens and pinks, for a good majority of the song. You don't think that means he really cares, even just a little bit?

And when Lucifer has the gall to interrupt him with his golden fiddle, and just look at Alastor then;

Look at his face, look at his posture. Alastor, notorious for waving his arms around in grand, swooping gestures, is standing there, gritting his fucking teeth, fists clenched, arms folded at what must be an uncomfortable angle. The only time he moves is to concede a tiny step so he can drop a fucking piano on the literal devil.

Now this bit is so interesting, because he, very briefly, seems to believe that he's won, or is at least winning. And even then, he doesn't relax, he doesn't return to his normal colour palette or even his normal expression. He's still furious, you can see it—with Vox, it was a game. This is personal, and then when Lucifer is actually not only fine but still fighting, now playing a new instrument, (literally playing the devil's chord) to deliberately ruin Alastor's melody? Oh that's pure rage.

This first expression is his immediate reaction to it and, perhaps even better, the other two are him trying to contain it. Because he knows he can be seen, but he physically can't look any more collected than that; he can't control his expressions during this song. If he could, he would, because it would irritate Lucifer all the more, and he's more than smart enough to realise that. But neither of them can control themselves here, because both of them really, genuinely, care.

Then he physically places himself in between Charlie and her father, not only pushing him out of the way, but then going so far as to physically drop him out of frame with a gesture reminiscent of a Roman Emperor as he reinstates his claim over Charlie—again, feeding into his need to be relevant and powerful (we're getting to that part, I promise). But isn't it interesting that this time, he didn't even use his power? He pushed Lucifer with his bare hands, not bothering with the intimidating shadows or powerplays, because for once it wasn't about that. For once he wasn't focusing on the person he was fighting, but on the person he was fighting for.

Now this exchange is so interesting. Because Alastor misses a really good opportunity to get Charlie on his side, and I think he misses it purely because he (almost certainly without realising it) gets actually, genuinely offended on behalf of his friends. Because when Lucifer calls the others losers, he's insulting Charlie's family. Knowingly and callously! Right in front of them! And if Alastor was in his right mind, he would have absolutely pointed it out with a fake gasp and a shit-eating grin. But look at the way he reacts to Lucifer's interruption—the narrowed eyes, the tensing of his shoulders, the flexed wrists and clenched hands. That's genuine anger; it's too immediate and out of character to be anything else. Because he didn't intentionally goad Lucifer into saying that. And instead of taking advantage of the opportunity, he responds by, very childishly, asking Lucifer to "butt out" of his song. Because they were Charlie's family first, and he may feign indifference, but he included himself among them for a goddamn reason, and how dare Lucifer insult them like that?

And again, compare how he's moving and standing to how he was in Should Have Stayed Gone. In this gif (and Hell's Greatest Dad as a whole, but let's focus on this bit right now) he's glaring, his shoulders are hunched—he tries for his usual nonchalance by pushing Lucifer out of frame with a swing of his hips, but then is immediately betrayed by his expression, and his reaction the second Lucifer comes back at him. Meanwhile, in Should Have Stayed Gone, this is how he acts while taunting Vox:

He's so much more relaxed, he's visibly having fun, and Vox is the one bending himself out of shape to try and get Alastor's attention win the argument. Another interesting parallel between him and Vox in these numbers is when Vox is clearly losing towards the end of his part in Should Have Stayed Gone, compared to Alastor's first verse in Hell's Greatest Dad.

I mean, these frames are just a little too similar, don't you think? Both of them desperately trying to grab the attention of the subject of the song, duplicating themselves and leaning over the borders to try and be noticed... oh Alastor.

And now, finally, we get onto the bit that I've been promising for this entire post: Alastor's inferiority complex. The thing is, I think I've worked him out (at least, to an extent). We've seen time and again that he hates the idea of being irrelevant—the fact he doesn't like any technology beyond radio (leading to the real reason for his annoyance in that very first picture I used, when he sees everyone gathered around Vox's screens); his reaction when Carmine said she had not in fact, been wondering where he was; his reaction when Lucifer says he's never heard of him; the way he rushes to "remind people why he's here" at the end of Dead Beat Dad, and the fact that when he first arrived he took out all of the overlords who dared to dismiss his power, just to name a few. His fatal flaw is clearly pride—he wants people to know him, he needs to be relevant or he doesn't know who he is.

And I think that's the real reason he hates Lucifer. Because, father-figure or not, the two of them do represent the same position in Charlie's life. But why would she need help from a human soul (albeit an insanely powerful one) when she has a literal angel around to do whatever she wants? Yes, Alastor is powerful, but if Lucifer is back in the picture... well, we all saw it in the finale. Alastor was quite literally fighting for his life, and barely escaped with it, while Lucifer was dancing circles around Adam, shapeshifting, taunting, joking, and all the while he was periodically rescuing Charlie too. His attention wasn't even entirely focused on the battle, and he wasn't even really trying to hurt Adam until the end when shit got personal.

And I also think that's why Alastor got so scared. Because he almost died. As I said right at the start, he fought like an angel. He didn't even consider getting hurt as an option. And now he's having a crisi of mortality, and being powerful and scared is a dangerous combination. So where will his story go from here?

Well, from the fact that he's still at the hotel, I think that's evidence enough that he's being forced to stay with Charlie—despite all the very real evidence we have that he does genuinely care about her (I mean, they way he talks about shaping her to Rosie? The gentle looks, the fact he loaned her his mic? Don't forget how he looked when that got broken, it's clearly so important to him, and he gave it to her twice. Not to mention the whole 'wanting to be relevant in her life' thing that I've been going on about for like, half of this post. Remember what Rosie said about words being easy, but actions are hard? Yeah, he says he doesn't care, but... anyway). So, he's being forced to stay while he looks for an out in his contract with someone. But where does that leave him in the wider story? Well, I do think he'll eventually turn on Charlie and the rest of the gang, but I also think that it'll be temporary. Assuming the crew gets as many seasons as they want to tell the full story (never a guarantee, but here's to hoping) then I think he'll probably stay for a while next season but work against them behind the scenes, then make an open move against them, then be gone for a while, then start his long and arduous journey back into everyone's good graces.

Obviously his deal with Charlie will come into play, and I think he'll probably use it as leverage to get out of his deal. "I'll make Charlie do what you want—without hurting her, or making her hurt anyone else—and I get to be free from this bullshit" kinda thing. I also think it'll be very interesting when that happens, because I have a theory on what he meant by the deal having "clipped his wings"—I don't think he can take anyone's soul anymore. Think about it; we've only seen him even attempt two deals this season, and not even once has he attempted to add a soul to his supposedly ever-growing collection. It would certainly clip an overlord's wings to not be able to amass any more underlings—especially since it seems that the more souls someone owns, the more powerful they are, not just in terms of owning other people, but in actual, tangible power. So I think he'll eventually get out of his deal, and then he'll be free and he'll go utterly off the rails... for a while. But it won't be as fun anymore. Husk and Nifty will have been forced to turn against their friends, and Alastor won't care what they think, because why would he?

Except suddenly he does. Husk's silences suddenly feel a lot more pointed, and Nifty refuses to even look at him, and suddenly he feels something he hasn't felt in a very long time, or perhaps he's never felt it at all. He feels guilt. Regret. He wants friends again, because they were loud and annoying and they didn't respect him but... he'll realise that his affection for them wasn't all for show, not even by half. Because he almost died for them. And even when he's talking about it, scoffing at his own perceived weakness... he calls them his friends.

And that's when the real fun will begin, because the Radio Demon On A Mission will be a force to behold, and god help anyone who gets in his way, because once he figures out the love he's fighting for... oh, he'll be unstoppable.

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ALWAYS AND FOREVER || 1,6k

post-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel comes home after a hard day on patrol and you comfort him.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, ANGST, m/f masturbation, mention of somno, mention of canon typical violence, mention of death. I chose not to include all the warnings so as not to spoil the fic.

A/n: written for @iamasaddie ‘s writing challenge 2.0. color: Joel’s denim shirt. genre: hurt/comfort. prompt: "It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay." Aly, you creative genius, thank you for hosting such a fun event! Also sending you kisses and hugs for the gif in my mb! Love you, baby!♥️ Smooches to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing the fic💕

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Joel stomps through the bedroom door, growling and mumbling obscenities under his breath. He’s tense, every nerve is an open wire, every unexpected sound makes him flinch and grit his teeth. He’s tired, lack of sleep painted his skin gray and his beard is all patchy. He looks like shit.

“What is it, Joel?” You ask sitting on your favorite spot on the bed, the left side, which is closer to the window and to the sun that is a rare sight in autumn here. Joel often laughed at you calling you a cat for your love to lie there, basking in the sunshine or napping. And you loved taking naps so much. When Ellie, Joel and you came to Jackson and settled, you couldn’t get enough of that sweet afternoon sleep.

Sometimes Joel would snuggle up to you, spooning your sleeping body, enveloping you like a big warm cloud. Many times you’d wake up to his lips moaning in your ear and his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy, your body already vibrating on the verge of climax. You loved it. You loved him and he loved you.

“What is it?” You sing the question, repeating it again. His frustration, annoyance, anger or whatever else that ruined his day is about to spill everywhere, staining every corner of this house, and you need to stop it, defuse the bomb that’s about to explode.

“Nothing,” he drops in your direction, not looking at you and you sigh. He untucks his flannel shirt and strides to the bathroom. He doesn’t wash his hands and face right away. His eyes are boring into his own reflection, hands gripping the sink until his knuckles whiten. Not being able to contain himself any longer, he roars and elbows the mirror, shattering it into pieces.

“You hurt?” You ask quietly, standing in the doorframe, hands clasped shyly in front of you. You’re wearing his denim shirt and panties, nothing else.

His head whips in your direction and there are tears in his beautiful brown eyes, bloodshot from his constant insomnia.

You furrow your brows and step into the little room. He raises his hands, trying to stop you from walking on the glass-littered floor but drops them, seeing your bare feet gracefully step between the remnants of the mirror.

When you’re close you look up into his pained face and put your palm on his elbow, the one he just jammed into the wall. He doesn’t flinch.

“Wash your hands and come to bed. Please,” you ask quietly and reach up kissing his lips.

He does what you’ve asked him. He always did. He trusted you like no one else in this goddamn world. Maybe only Ellie and Tommy.

Joel sits on the bed next to you and you make him lie down, your hands applying light pressure on his tired shoulders.

He exhales feeling the frustration and rage leave his body already, bit by bit. He wants to pull you to him, hug you, kiss you but like a ray of sun you slip away from his fingers. He watches you get up and walk to the window.

His gaze catches the sway of your hips, the curve of your ass peeking out from under his shirt and he already feels his jeans getting too restrictive for his stiffening cock.

“Pull it out,” you tell him, quiet dominance in your voice, after you turn around and perch your ass on the window sill. He looks at you with defiance at first, always ready to object, but your sweet smile makes his hands dart down to unzip his jeans. You pull down your panties and take them off.

The only thing you have on now is his old denim shirt, worn out and soft, the one you stole from him years ago. You’re unclasping it now, fingers quick and sure and he watches you, palming his throbbing cock through his boxers.

You leave the shirt open and he sees a valley between your breasts and your belly. He catches a glimpse of your pussy and takes a sharp breath.

“Pull it out, Joel,” you ask with a soft and sultry tone, the one that makes his cock twitch every time he hears it. His name on your lips is like a balm for his restless soul and he places it somewhere deep for later to use, to remember.

He finally pulls his boxers down and takes out his semi hard cock. You inhale deeply and give him a little smile.

“You’re so tense, Joel,” you purr, lifting on leg and placing your foot on the window pane, “Relax for me.”

Your pussy is exposed to him now and his hungry gaze latches on your blooming flower while he’s holding his breath.

“Play with yourself for me, sweetheart,” he pleads before spitting into his palm. He wraps it around his girthy cock and starts slowly moving it up and down.

Your hand resting on your inner thigh slides to your center and with two of your fingers you spread your folds to show him your glistening pussy.

“Hnggg,” Joel groans, bucking his hips and thrusting his cock into his own huge fist.

“Wanna taste you, baby,” he rasps, eyes pleading under the bushy eyebrows.

You shake your head lightly, giving him a warm smile and start rubbing your clit. Joel’s watching you and pumping his cock faster, the skin on his hand wet with precum, his moans accompanied by your soft whimpers. Your chest is heaving and the denim shirt opens up, exposing your breasts.

“Make yourself feel good, my love,” his voice is quiet and full of love.

The hand on your pussy gets busy, as you’re plunging your fingers into your crying hole and move them in and out with the rhythm of his cock fucking his tight fist.

The other hand kneads your breasts, tugs on your pebbled nipples.

His hungry gaze desperately darts between your face, tits, belly, pussy. The vision of you, weaved into the golden light from the window behind you, brings tears to his eyes. He wishes he could take a picture, draw you like this, capture this image and store it forever behind his eyelids. Joel grips his cock tighter at the base, delaying his release for a few moments. He’s getting drunk on the sight in front of him, insatiable and already thirsty for more.

Joel is happy to forget about everything for these few minutes, his mind occupied by your fingers being pushed deeper into your sweet cunt, your face twisted with pleasure, back arched and legs trembling. He can hear how wet your pussy is.

Soon a climax takes over you as you freeze for a second before waves of pleasure shake your body making you cry out his name only for his ears,

“Joel!”

He wishes you screamed it coming on his cock and his cum spurted deep inside your pussy instead of all over his belly and hand like his pulsating cock is doing now.

You sniff, eyes sparkling with unshed tears, and he smiles, recognizing your telltale sign of a satisfying orgasm.

“C’mere, crybaby,” he whispers with a tired smile, wiping his spilled cum with the hem of his shirt.

You’re next to him in a second, lying on your stomach, arms folded on his broad chest, your chin resting over them.

“My sweet girl.”

His gaze showers you with warmth and adoration, arms itching to hold you, lips - to kiss.

“What happened, Joel?” Your piercing eyes are searching for the answer in his face. He takes a deep breath looking up at the ceiling, trying to quiet the rage, rising from the pits of his stomach again.

“We were on patrol. Me and this new kid. Dumbass! I told him to be careful but the asshole didn’t wait for me… rushed into the house when I specifically told him to wait…Found him on the floor, fighting a clicker. Bastard was lucky I was there on time. Shot the damn thing just before it bit his fucking face off.”

“In that house?” You ask quietly and he nods.

You sigh and climb a little higher on the bed and plant a kiss on his weathered lips. He averts his eyes embarrassed by the smell of whiskey you must have noticed but you smile and cup his scruffy cheek.

“You saved him. I’m proud of you, Joel.”

He closes his eyes, comforted by the softness of your touch, by your praise and he feels his soul healing a little. But the memories flood his mind and a second later his serenity shutters again.

“Yeah, I did. I saved him,” he rasps looking deep into your eyes, “but I didn’t save you.”

A tear slides down his cheek and you kiss it away. You pepper kisses over his eyes, nose, lips and then search for his sad eyes and speak softly,

“You can’t save everyone, Joel.”

“I don’t give a shit about everyone,” he snaps, fire waking up behind his eyes again, “I care about you. And I fucking lost you.”

His eyes are pleading for a miracle, tracing your slightly blurry features, but you can’t make it happen.

“You didn’t lose me, Joel, I’m right here,” you purr against his cheek, before taking his face in your hands. Your love is so strong, Joel can swear he feels their warmth on his skin.

“It’s gonna be ok, Joel. You’re gonna be ok. You have people who love you. Ellie, Tommy. And you have me. Always will.”

Joel nods and wishes he could see you longer but the exhaustion takes over and soon he falls into deep relaxing sleep, lulled and comforted by the ghost of you.

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bindeds · 2 months

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⊹・° ｡ㅤ BOYFRIEND VOX / LUCIFER / ALASTOR X FEM READER HEADCANONS ! — now i know alastor is aroace so i am once again making a post that acknowledges that as much as possible, meaning his headcanons can also be seen as platonic and his nsfw section doesn’t involve him engaging in the act of sex. i also made an aroace friendly headcanons post on alastor if you wanna check that out!

contains nsfw (+18) and it will be in a separate section <3 please credit me if you use these gifs!

mlist. request status.

VOX.

this man pampers the SHIT out of you and you cannot tell me otherwise. if you’re out walking in the streets of hell and you so much as look at a branded purse for a second longer than usual, it’s in your hands within the next five seconds. same goes for literally anything—clothes, shoes, sunglasses, books, anything you could want that isn’t a gadget, because he already gives you his latest models—only the finest for his girl.

he teleports to your phone screen whenever you ignore him, and you don’t tell him that you find it particularly endearing. the way he’s just so whiny for your attention that he’d act all petty and crash all your apps so you’re forced to look him in the face.

has the most funniest fucking pet names for you i just KNOW IT HAHA like think shrek’s prince charming. i just know that when you call him from a different room he’d definitely say shit like “just a second honey kisses!” like HAHAH I CAN’T GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD

DEFINITELY loves having you sit on his lap while he works. i just know this man is a thigh grabber.

he loves when you dress in sweater vests, preferably in brighter colors but it’s cute when you use more muted colors as well.

relating back to my first point, this man loves taking you to extravagant AND I MEAN extravagant dates. i imagine one of them would be getting the both of you a literal floating table in the red skies of hell so you can see the entire pentagram from where you dine. he would have the food freshly delivered from the finest chefs he knows but he also seems like the type who would forget your favorite food, then demand that the food switched out with a snap of his fingers.

i’m judging this purely off of ‘stayed gone’ but he has a TON of terrible jokes up his sleeves, and they border on dad jokes at this point. you simply roll your eyes and kiss him for being so silly.

i just know this man comes home to you and WHINES. like, no matter what it is, he’ll always have something to complain about from work and you’re happy to listen to him bitch and moan about the smallest things ever. he also lays down on your lap and you to rub his shoulders and console him, whatever it is. you know he appreciates it because he usually always responds with something along the lines of “you’re right, baby, i do push myself too hard!” and you coo at him while continuing to console him further.

VOX NSFW !

i know he definitely gets irritated when someone interrupts his work but would be so into having sex on the job, and even loves ignoring calls from the vees for you. but of course doing it one too many times has its consequences, and he laughs nervously the one time he backs out. i can just imagine him going, “oh, haha, uh—sorry baby, i uh—listen i know we usually—it’s—FUCK um—just—just five minutes okay baby?”

i know this man’s hickeys feel like tiny zaps on your skin, and the marks reflect that instead of bruises

regarding the ‘sitting on his lap’ thing … you tried riding his thigh once and he DID NOT like that. seconds after you were sitting on his cock, crying his name from how he was just pumping into you mercilessly.

“still wanna tease me on my own fucking thigh, sweetie?” he clicks his tongue and grunts right after, his hands on your waist was enough to leave bruises.

that being said, he makes sure valentino never catches sight of you. the things you do to this man is beyond anything he could have thought and somehow, he feels uneasy at the fact that the way you have sex with him was DEFINITELY porn worthy and the thought of you being on camera in that way makes him want to wrap all of himself around you like a blanket to cover you from all of hell.

LUCIFER.

ironically, this man does NOT give you the world. instead, he gives you casual nights out turned into nights where you share all your secrets with him, and he tells you everything might not be okay now, or ever, but whatever it is, he’ll be right there with you. think going to your favorite diners, cruising and carpooling along the quieter side of hell, screaming at the top of your lungs. this man is all about authenticity. he wants the bond, not the experience.

that doesn’t mean he doesn’t spoil you every now and then—he definitely does research on the best bars in the ring and takes you out every month during your monthsaries and gets you at least 10 different gifts—half of which are little trinkets you and him picked up from your little adventures together.

unironically so fucking good at picking out jewelry for you. you don’t know how he does it, but every time you both visit a jewelry store, you always pick out necklaces and rings and he always comes to you with pieces that just look way more stunning on you. he always insists on being the one to slip the rings onto your fingers or chain the necklaces at the back of your neck, and he always flies up to do it.

he sometimes visits you as a bird and flies through your window. you like stroking his little cheek and it always causes him to transform suddenly which catches you off guard, and he uses this opportunity to kiss you.

he makes rubber duckies modeled after you!! all of them have different outfits from all the times you spend together.

forehead touches. so important for him, he does it so often and it’s nothing short of endearing.

this man COOKS and he COOKS WELL. every now and then when you both stay home he always whips up five-star restaurant grade steak for you, same goes for his carbonara, fish and chips, ramen, fried rice, stew—whatever it is, he loves making it with his own two hands and loves cooking for you.

lucifer makes his own clothes seeing as his hat has a gold snake and an apple on it which only really related to him, and he also has a unique circus vibe to his clothing. he made his clothes out of magic but after meeting you he wanted to get into sewing to make you something from scratch.

LUCIFER NSFW !

i absolutely agree with a lot of lucifer stans on him being a definite switch BUT i just know that if this man tops, he tops HARD. i mean, we’re talking about the angel who successfully seduced not just the FIRST WOMAN to ever exist, but the SECOND TOO. WHILE SHE WAS LOYAL TO ADAM. I FEEL LIKE THAT SPEAKS FOR ITSELF

he’d definitely do a multitude of things while trying out a few kinks to see just what kind of top flusters you. if you like service tops, he found out when he insisted on fingering you right after he’d brought you to orgasm with his tongue. dominant top? he found out when he crawled on top of you and said, “take it off for me, lovely.” all while leaving a trail of hickeys all from your jaw all the way down to your collarbone. the list goes on.

no matter if he tops or bottoms, this man begs, and its especially orgasm-worthy when he does it as a bottom. you’re riding him to your own climax and he’s close too and he goes, “ohhh god fuck please let me cum honey—let me cum please fuck! can i cum can i cum my love? i won’t until you say so oh fuck please baby—”

he knows when you’re pent up. apparently you give of a certain set of cues through body language only he sees and he’s observed it from you in all sorts of situations; going out with friends, sitting in bed with a book, tapping a pencil to your lip—it doesn’t matter what you’re doing. he can tell. and he never tells you how.

seeing as he usually has to fly up to kiss you on the lips, he takes every opportunity he has in bed just to kiss you. he could be going so damn rough on you that the neighbors can hear and he’d still be making out with you so damn hard.

definitely prides himself on cunnilingus. i know everyone mentions this because of the v he made to his lips but it just makes sense for him to do that if he’s good at it! he becomes a grunting, begging, whimpering mess when you suck him off but when he eats you out? you compare it to how restaurants have a signature dish—lucifer’s is whatever miracles he can perform with his tongue.

ALASTOR.

i think this is obvious because he literally hosts possibly the most famous radio broadcast in the entire ring, but this man has a way with words.

“to put it simply my dear, i just never thought the stars could walk on dirty streets, let alone ones that belong in hell,” he sighs with an almost dreamy tone to it as he rested chin on his knuckles, leaning closer to you from the other side of the table with his elbow propped up on it. “but it seems you’re living proof of that.”

you took that as his way of explaining his aromanticism and asexuality to you, even if he isn’t fully aware of those terms yet.

“how did a lovely thing like you end up with a gruesome animal such as myself?”

nonetheless, you and him are partners and he owns it, even if he’ll never admit that it is daunting for someone who has never felt this way about anyone else before. someone who has never liked anyone romantically before. he owns it because he doesn’t want the one person he’s ever loved to slip from his grasp. not when he was just so used to getting what he wants using his own bare hands.

seeing as he is aroace, he doesn’t kiss you directly on the lips but hugs you all the time and maybe kisses cheek-to-cheek.

he listens to your gossip and even arranges dates for you both to properly get together and just dish. he gossips back sometimes too, but not too much as he feels like that would be like treating you like the other friends he has. he’d rather spend this time he has with you focusing on, well, you, not other people’s foolish mistakes. but he sees how excited you are to tell him these things sometimes so, he listens still.

regularly slow dances with you, especially to old romantic songs the both of you like. it’s one of the rare times physical contact doesn’t feel foreign to him as he’s danced with many women, and he actually finds it endearing when you press your head on his chest. it shows that you feel safe around him, and that’s the best thing that could happen for him when you’re dating one of the most feared and powerful overlords in hell.

always does house chores with you even though he could use his powers to just speed up the process. something about cleaning up together just feels so intimate to him compared to physical touch.

ALASTOR NSFW !

he hates being touched, no question about that—but he also doesn’t like to see you pent up. he understands that everyone has their own desires, however filthy they might be—but your own are as good as sacred. you’re the one thing he treasures beyond all others and just as you can’t change the fact that he’s aroace, he can’t change the fact that you have needs.

so he comes up with something just for you; he asks if it would help if he talked you through it. praising or degrading you, whichever you prefer. telling you how much he misses having your hands on his, feeling you close to him. when he says this, he imagines you both dancing as you usually do, but of course, as you masturbate, you’re thinking of something else. this happens when he’s not in the room but he leaves his mic behind to act as a phone for the both of you.

“are you close, love? will you finish for me?” “y-yes …” “good girl.”

i imagine after a while of being with him, he would have seen you naked a few times on accident but he brushes it off well because there’s never anything sexual tied to it. so, when he is in the room while you get off, he’d use his powers to have a glowing green chain around your neck as he pulls your face closer to his.

“do you like it when i do this to you, hm? tell me just how much you relish being my good girl.”

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Matching Pyjamas

credit to @peligrosapop for the gif x CHRISTMAS PROMPTS 6. “You’re really making me wear matching pyjamas with you?” Pablo Gavi Word Count: 381 “I got you something” you smiled as you pulled out a huge box which was one of your many deliveries much to Pablo’s amusement. “What have you ordered now? Has there been a day where you haven’t had a parcel?” he raised his eyebrow as he questioned your shopping habits.

“First of all, it is Christmas and there has been many days where I haven’t had parcels so there is no need for that eyebrow raise. I saw that” you rolled your eyes as you got up to grab the scissors. “I never raised an eyebrow ”he laughed. “Hmm sure babe, right let me open these and I can show you what I got” you grinned as you opened the box, peeling open to see what was in there. “Ahhh they are so cuteeee” you squealed as you peeled open all of the packaging as you were just so excited to show Pablo what you had bought for the both of you. “What are they?” he asked as you put the pyjamas up against your body as you stood up. “Christmas pyjamas” you grinned as you just couldn’t contain your excitement for your new pjs. “Oh” Pablo mumbled bluntly. “So, got you them in your size and look what I also got. A baby pair for our little fluffy bear, come on” you squealed as you picked the dog up and put the pyjamas on him. “You’re really making me wear matching pyjamas with you?” he asked as he grunted as you threw the pyjamas over at him. “Yes come on babe” you laughed as you quickly got changed as Pablo sighed and reluctantly got changed. “Stop moaning, you’d think after being together this long you would be okay with it. You dragged me to watch football, so I say this is kind of payback” you smugly smiled as even though you loved football and never moaned once he would still wear the pyjamas. “I guess you will post this all over social media, so my friends and fans see yeah?” you nodded as he knew you too well. “Yes, you look cute. Smile while we look cute and not that you want to knock my head off” he laughed as you all posed for the photo in your matching pyjamas. Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @odegaardsblues @football-and-fanfics I don’t even know who wants to be tagged anymore, please let me know if you want to be tagged for Christmas imagines or future imagines x

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s-i-n-i-s-i-n · 9 months

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Carmen Sandiego

Outfit Ranking. Season 1

Here is Part 2

Here is my very own ranking for Carmen Sandiego outfits in season 1.

I feel it is necessary to mention that she is so fucking hot and wicked-awesome that she looks amazing in everything. She would look beautiful in a potato sack.

Warning: this is a long post that may contain my bad resolution images and poorly made gifs.

13. Gray Vile Uniform.

It is weird that having Countess Cleo on the very faculty, the students' uniforms are so ugly. 0/10 Ugly crap. Even the cleaners look better.

12. Dark Vile Uniform.

It is an upgrade. Still not very stylish. Kinda neutral, but at least black and green get along fine enough. But it is a uniform... her personality doesn't shine through this one.

11. Overalls.

She still hasn't grown into her own style but at least I believe it is a personal choice. And green is so not her color.

10. Lab Coat.

She looks so sexy with glasses. She looks classy and smart. But at the end of the day, it is just a lab coat. We know she can rock anything she puts on, but there is no much effort in this, since it is a disguise, a quite simple one at that. Still, baby you look great!

9. The jammies!

So cozy. We get a glimpse at her everyday life. Still very practical and very red. She seems to wear her make up to bed and leave her clothes on the floor.

We are not only seeing a superthief here, but a beautiful woman that just woke up... literally.

8. Diver suit.

Red, red all over. Completely in character. It is obvious the effort in making this piece useful efficient and stylish all in one. Probably one of Ivy's best works.

7. Duchess disguise.

How did Devineaux didn't recognize that beautiful gray eye! Black suits her just fine. Mysterious and fancy. Shows her figure well and the pantsuit compliments her nice strong legs. Looks good with straight hair (that's the only straight thing that suits her).

You can see here she likes chokers. They are part of most of her outfits.

6. Denim shorts.

Wow talking about nice strong legs! Girl you're just showing off. Don't blame you, keep it up. Sporty look here appropriate for the weather. How can she make a short and a t-shirt look so good is beyond me.

With a matching hoodie when it gets cold.

5. Bikini.

Sadly we could not get a good look at this piece. She was on a bad mood at that particular time and didn't want to get off the chair. Too much sun, she said I've had enough tropical beach to last me a lifetime, she said.

Despite how awesome she probably looks in this swimsuit, I think it does not deserve to be in the top 3.

We know she likes wide hats :)

4. Auction Dress.

Hot hot hot hot! Oh boy it's burning baby! No words for this. My brain just melted when I saw her in this dress for the first time. Red and gold combine so well.

The gloves! so elegant!!!

Did you see her back?! asdjkwashgdfhf!!!! Also I told you she likes chokers.

Bonus! We get a closer look at her shoes! And so does Devineaux :)

Now the next is the Top 3. I believe the next ones really look good on her. Not only because she looks pretty but also because it shows her personality. She feels so confident and comfortable wearing them that she puts them on regularly. Therefore it may not be a surprise they are the top 3.

But before that, the 3 honorable mentions.

Honorable mention # 1.

A cute dress for a cute girl.

Honorable mention #2.

Olé!

Honorable mention #3.

Black sheep.

3. Mumbai outfit.

She wears this the first time in Mumbai. Where she meets Jules. Perfect for hot weather. Nice and casual. Little red belt and unavoidable chocker. Love it. I don't know what else to tell you. Simply fabulous.

She is just so unbelievably cool.

2. The RED COAT.

This is the most recognizable of all. The signature. The trademark. This one is what earns her the nick names. La femme rouge! The crimson ghost! Fedora the explorah!

The agility, the sneakiness, the skillfulness!

This coat represents the path she chose. This is the person she has become. Where the world is in danger of loosing its history she's made her mission to preserve it.

Iconic. Just iconic.

So resourceful! She makes me weak in the knees.

NUMBER 1.

Red Hoodie.

Where the Red Coat dresses the thief, the Red Hoodie warms up the woman. This is Carmen, the girl in her comfy everyday clothes. If she had had a normal life, this is what she would wear.

You know that shirt that you barely take off? The one pair of pants that you wear so often it gets holes at the knees? This is it for Carmen.

This is what she feels most comfortable wearing on a daily basis. It is my opinion that this is the more genuine expression of Carmen Sandiego when it comes to clothes. And for that I give this outfit the first place.

Gorgeous!

Thank you for coming!

Here is Part 2

#Carmen Sandiego 2019 #Carmen Sandiego season 1 #I'm just a sucker for her #simping #simpin hard #absolutely infatuated #Carmen Sandiego #ay carmencita!

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kuroashims · 6 months

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☠ CHRONICLES OF A BRAINROT ☠

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After many years simming in my corner, I finally decided to step out of my comfort zone and share my pixel babies with the simblr/tumblr sphere!

I started playing sims with the first opus when I was pretty tiny, and couldn't stop ever since. This game allows my creativity and inner world to express like no other game would, and that's what I love so much about it.

I created many different worlds, kingdoms and stories, but the one I enjoy the most is my One Piece save I started a year ago. It is the first time I am really eager to leave CAS to actually play the game!

Back in 2015 I've been introduced to the manga/anime universe and I never went back! It truly was a revelation, and a revolution in my own stories. But when I discovered One Piece, all of a sudden I was hooked. This universe is so colorful and deep at the same time, it is the safe place I go whenever I feel down, and it never fails me. It may sound silly but I can't explain how warm it makes me feel. Especially Luffy's vibe and laugh, he's so precious.

So last year when I had to stop working because of bad health issues, my last two brain cells met and said to each other "hey, why not One Piece sims?", and that was it, I began this crazy journey of looking for the perfect OP custom content for the perfect OP babies, being disappointed of not finding many or really old ones...and that is when, after weeks and weeks of research, I decided to create my own One Piece custom content, because, why not?!

I never touched Blender (and a year later I still feel such a newbie with it) nor Photoshop before, but it didn't stop me to throw myself into it and man, despite all the crying seeing my creations in game unexpectedly float in the air or be filled with "???" in CAS and such, I can say that I don't regret anything!

I can sing on stage, write songs or dance, but can I properly draw? No, I cannot. And I've been frustrated for so long since I wanted to do fanarts for my fandoms but I tried, aaand it was bad. Like, really really bad. Fortunately simming is now one of my places of expression, and I'm SO EXCITED about my lil creations & stories.

My wish is to grow a small community of One Piece fans and/or fellow simmers with whom I could share my passions and enjoy theirs. I know you guys are out there, and I love you already!!

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➨ useful informations for navigation:

• Some of my posts may contain dark topics, blood and mature rp ships (18+)

• I'll do my best to limit spoilers but take note that there might me some here

• I am WCIF friendly but it might take a while for me to answer since I literally use thousands of cc. So please ask for 1 or 2 items at a time. I will happily share their names and creators

• I will not share any download links of my own OP custom content, because I often use other artist's meshes parts, then I mix them with my own etc ; so claiming these items as my own and share them to dl would break those artist's TOUs. Thank you for your comprehension

• That said, if I ever grow a significant sim community, I would eventually contact these artists one by one to ask their permissions to share my content with you! (with credits ofc)

• On this page I'll only reblog sims from other people that are One Piece characters, as well as One Piece fanarts or anything related

• Aside from my sims I also really enjoy editing my own gifs and manga/anime panels so you can expect to see a lot of them ♡

• Don't be surprised if some of my sims seem really different from one screenshot to another, that is because I have different saves with different timelines (children, pre timeskip, post timeskip, Wano), and various AUs like high school, dark fantasy world etc. For example, by now I already have 8 different Sanji sims in several styles and stages of his life (my biggest number for a single character, but I can't help it...I just love him so much!)

• If there are any suggestions, requests, ships (personally into Zosan/Zolu/Lusan/Lawlu/Acesan/Shuggy/Mishanks/Frobin) and more that you would like to see, feel free to ask and I will enjoy making it happen for you!

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SO HERE WE ARE ☻

THANKS FOR READING...

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY ✿❁❀

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parent for hire

It's my time to post my CSSNS project! Let's party! I hope you guys like this! I decided to write a CaptainCobraSwan adventure fic after watching the pilot for "The Mandalorian" - I didn't watch the show or anything like that so this is purely inspired by it in theme and some gifs I found on here. I honestly couldn't have done this without Krystal, you're an actual angel and the best beta I could ask for! Also my artist for this year's event, so keep your eyes open for the wonderful @kmomof4 's art! I want to add that I have the next few chapters written and ready to post so I'll be uploading on a weekly basis, if you want to be added to the currently empty tag list, let me know! Without further ado, I present you with the prologue and, in a separate post, the first chapter of "Parent for Hire"!

Prologue

word count: 1112 words

rating: teen and up

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It was said that on a night with no light, a baby would be born that would carry the greatest power of all. A power that would grant one the ability to raze villages in seconds, the ability to kill a thousand with barely a movement, the ability to destroy anything. A power that would grant one the ability to heal any ailment and sickness, the ability to grow crops and forests with a single thought, the ability to bring life.

They called it The Heart of the Truest Believer.

Few believed it was true, fewer still waited eagerly for the baby's appearance.

Great light waited for the Heart. Hopeful to hold its hand and guide it to a path of prosperity, to help it find the path of good.

Great darkness would search for the Heart. Eager to hold it in its grasp to destroy all that it could touch, to harness all of its power.

On a night with no light, a baby boy was born. His hair was as dark as the night he was born in, his eyes the color of the forest he was born in. His parents saw how the boy shared his mother's nose, his father's eyes, his grandmother's chin, and his grandfather's brow.

They named him Henry.

They held him tight during the cold nights that winter and they told him stories in front of the cozy fire. Stories of knights and pirates, of heroes and villains, of his family, of the love they shared.

Unfortunately, no one would know about the stories, no one would know about the warmth of his parents' embrace, no one would know the resemblance the boy shared with his parents.

Just before he celebrated his first spring, a vicious group carrying mallets, crossbows, and daggers attacked their cottage. They set a fire that surrounded the tiny home as they yelled and hollered into the night. Glass shattered, manic laughter filling the small space.

The boy slept as chaos erupted in the cottage. He slept as his father gave his life to protect his family. He slept as his mother escaped with him through the backdoor of the cottage, her bare feet rushing through the fire, her shout of pain poorly contained. The child slept on as his mother pulled him closer to her chest, uncaring of her wounds, her only thought to protect her baby. He slept as the invaders noticed his runaway mother, excited hollers piercing the night as they chased after them. He slept as an arrow caught on his mother's shoulder, and she hid him in a verdant bush. He slept as his mother continued to run, hoping to draw the attention of their attackers. The boy slept as his mother, feet screaming in pain, fell to her knees, eyes to the sky as she pleaded to the blue star for help. The child slept as his mother joined his father, his life preserved with her silence.

Rain began to fall, the symphony like a lullaby for the sleeping baby as it doused the fire on his destroyed home. Thunder rumbled as the boy woke, his wails calling for his mother. He was alone, where before there wasn't a second when he didn't hear his mother's voice, feel his father's touch. He was alone and the forest cried with him.

His mother's pleas were heard, the hope infused in them summoning a protector for her child. A blue light permeated the leaves, filling the boy's vision. Careful hands removed the baby from his hideout, his cries silenced, the rain stopping.

The child's eyes were curious as they inspected the strange woman, receiving the same curiosity in return. Sounds burst from his throat as his hands batted up and down. It might have been his eyes or it might have been the way the forest changed its symphony to match the boy's, but his rescuer knew who he was.

"You're safe now, Henry," she tried to reassure. Her hold was too careful, inexperienced. Henry babbled excitedly as his new protector took flight, the wind tickling his face.

The baby was brought to a safe place, where no one could find him. A burrow deep within the forest, a home. He was surrounded by fairies as he grew. They were his caregivers, his teachers. They became his family, his protectors.

Peter Pan wanted the Heart of the Truest Believer. Had been searching for it since its birth. His inability to leave Neverland did not stop his search however, with his Lost Boys following the clues in his stead. There was suffering on the island the night they failed.

On the night when the deafening cries of Neverland echoed on the island, a Swan escaped its cage. Its time running out, desperate for a way out. It was guided to a new home, told to await the Heart's reappearance. Told to hold onto hope.

The island wasn't the only place where pain ruled. Another one's heart was darkened that same night, a loss great enough to turn one's life onto a completely different path. This heart lost their home, their safety, their family, the only love they had left. This heart tried to hold onto hope that revenge was within their reach.

As the child grew, the fairies taught him that a Swan would show him the way. That when the time was right, he would be led to safety by its beak. The Swan was a companion and protector, a guide. The Swan would carry the Heart and take it home, take it to where it could grow. Take it to where it would be loved.

Peter Pan continued his search for the Heart of the Truest Believer even as all trails went cold. He heard of a bounty hunter whose reputation followed him far and wide. A bounty hunter whose heart was lonely, who was in search of their love, whose pain could be exploited. But, this bounty hunter disappeared before completing his task, his kind soul too strong to be bought.

He heard of another, a man with the same amount of scruples as he. A man with a similar reputation. A man who could be bought. A man whose pockets were unable to be filled, always greedy for more. A man who decided to take the Heart for himself.

He finally heard of another, someone whose reputation had recently come to his ear. Someone new, someone who could be bought. Someone who had been eager to capture a wizard. Someone who cared not for the details. Someone who would bring the Heart to him.

Someone who didn't heed the warning. Peter Pan never fails.

#cssns23 #ouat ff #ouat fic #ouat #once upon a time #carolina writes #henry mills #peter pan #parent for hire

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 2 years

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You Are The Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine

Pairing: Ricky Starks x female!reader

Category: Fluff/Light Smut

Word count: 1,512

Summary: When your boyfriend, Ricky Starks comes home a day early, you’re surprised and even more surprised with the gift he brings you. You want to show him just how much you love and missed him, and Ricky can’t say no to you and your loving.

Warnings: Swearing, light smut, female reader but no description of reader

Requested by: @rubyred1980 Hope you enjoy it! ❤️

You can find the original request post here!

A/N: Since you let me pick, I chose Ricky Starks because I’ve been on a Ricky kick lately, and I’ve also wrote a couple for Wheeler Yuta, and I only have one fic for Ricky. Also, yes I did title this after a line in Taylor Swift’s song Mine.

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Music was blaring from your phone as you cleaned — more like putting on a concert for your invisible audience. Using the broom as a microphone, you belted out the lyrics to your favorite song all while dancing around the living room. With every song that came on, you fell deeper and deeper into your own little world, not noticing the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway or the jingling of keys as the front door opened.

Ricky had pulled a few strings and made a few promises in order to come home a day earlier than originally planned, but it was worth it, especially when he entered the house only to see you singing and dancing like you were a superstar. In Ricky’s eyes, you were — even if you disagreed. He stood in the doorway of the living room, smiling ear to ear and watching you put on the show of a lifetime. He couldn’t fathom how he got so lucky.

You jumped, heart stopping momentarily when you finally turned around to see Ricky leaning against the doorframe. “Please continue. I’m enjoying the show, baby.” Ricky grinned as he gestured for you to continue with your performance.

Once the realization of Ricky really and truly being home sank in, you dropped the broom and rushed to him. You threw your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “I missed you.” You mumbled.

Ricky wrapped one arm around your waist while he cradled the back of your head with his free hand. He had his face buried in the crook of your neck as well. “I missed you too, love.” He whispered.

You gently pulled back to look Ricky in the eyes, those beautiful dark brown eyes that you always get lost in. “Wait….. I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow?” You questioned as it hit you he was home a day early. “Not that I’m complaining, I’m just confused.” You clarified, not wanting him to think you didn’t want home him so soon.

Ricky chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, beautiful. All it took was a few promises.” He shrugged, leading you to the couch. “Here, sit. I brought you a surprise. You’re gonna love it!” Ricky exclaimed. He couldn’t wait for you to see his gift. As soon as he saw it, he knew he had to get it for you, it practically screamed your name.

“But wait, Ricky. What promises did you have to make?” You called after him, but it was too late, he was already out of the room and digging through his bag. You didn’t expect Ricky to get you anything — you never do, but he always does even if it is just a keychain from a gas station.

“Close your eyes! And no peaking!” He yells once he finally finds the little box containing your surprise. He couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you open the box.

You two have been together for almost four years, and neither one of you could be any happier. There was instantly a connection between the two of you when you met all those years ago — not exactly the whole love at first sight cliché but something else.

You covered your eyes with your hands like Ricky asked. “Wanna give me a hint?” You asked, hearing his footsteps approaching. You were indifferent to surprises, on one hand you liked them because it meant whoever was surprising you thought about you, but on the other you didn’t like them because you got anxious about it — what if you didn’t like it or what if it was expensive? You hated people spending a bunch of money on you, and regardless how often you told Ricky, he always replied with telling you that you were worth every penny.

You felt the couch dip beside you, indicating Ricky had joined you. “Okay. Open your eyes.” You heard him say softly.

Removing your hands from your eyes and opening them, you see a small box in his hands. You gasped, pausing momentarily before turning to look Ricky in the eyes. “Ricky…. What is this?” You cautiously ask.

“Open it and find out!” Ricky urges. His reaction makes you think he’s more excited than you are — and he one hundred percent is.

“Okay! Okay!” You laugh, giving in and opening the small box. You gasp once more, seeing the beautiful bracelet he bought for you. It was a silver charm bracelet with the cutest music inspired charms on it. You couldn’t take your eyes off it. “Oh Ricky…. I love it!” You exclaimed after a minute, finally trusting your voice to speak. You were overwhelmed with emotion, a huge smile on your face and watery eyes. Looking up at Ricky, you see his smile matches yours, and with no hesitation, you pull him in for a love filled kiss — the first kiss since he’s come home.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Ricky clips the bracelet on your wrist. “I know how much you love music — singing, writing, playing, dancing, all of it. Your personal concerts are my favorite.” He fondly recalls the countless memories. “What do you say we put on some music, and I’ll be your backup singer and backup dancer?” Ricky suggested, standing and flipping through his phone to his music app and pressing shuffle.

To both your surprise, a slow love ballad comes on. Giggling and feeling like the luckiest woman in the world, you stand and wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. Ricky wraps his arms around you as well and begins to sway the both of you. As the song continues, it builds and soon Ricky’s twirling you around the room. No slow dance is complete without a dip, and no dip is complete without a kiss.

Helping you back upright, your eyes lock with Ricky’s. “Kiss me again, but this time, don’t stop.” You whisper, your face mere inches from his. You never have to tell Ricky more than once to kiss you. He always says your kiss are addictive, and he can never get enough. You always said the same thing about his kisses too.

Ricky crashed his lips against yours in a love filled kiss. You quickly reciprocated, not wasting another second. You pull Ricky closer to your body as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel Ricky’s hands roaming over your back before settling on your ass as your tongues fight for dominance.

Reluctantly pulling away from him, you give him the best sultry look you can muster before turning around in his arms to grind your ass against his cock. You smirk when you hear his breath hitch and a low moan escape his lips. Ricky tilted his head towards your neck, peppering it with kisses, making sure to pay extra attention to that sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulders. His kisses trail across your shoulder, and his fingers dance down towards your pussy. You're just getting wetter by the second, and you can feel Ricky getting harder by the second.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom.” You say, grabbing his hands and pulling him along down the hall.

“Thought you’d never ask.” Ricky teased, eyes never leaving your ass as he followed behind you.

Once in the bedroom, your lips are on Ricky’s, hands roaming all over one another before finally reaching the bed. Ricky makes quick work of removing your clothes and his too. He gently pushes you on the bed and climbs on top of you. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.” Ricky smirks, trailing kisses down your body.

“Not so fast.” You tell him, grabbing his arms to get his attention. “I wanna show you how much I’ve missed you first.” You say, giving him your best seductive look. “On your back.” You lightly demand.

Ricky groans at your demand, clearly you’ve discovered something new about him that you will definitely use in the future. “Yes ma’am.” He complies and follows your order.

Once on his back, you crawl up him, leaving kisses here and there. “Much better.” You whisper in his ear. “Just relax, babe. You’ll love what I have planned.” You wink, sliding down his body and settling in between his legs.

“Oh fuck.” Ricky moaned at the sight, knowing just what he was in for. He was no stranger to receiving oral from you, and he knew from experience that you knew what you were doing, leaving him completely blissed out once you finally finished.

“When I’m done, you can do whatever you want to me. I think that’s more than a fair trade, don’t you?” You said, before gently kisses the tip of cock.

“Yes… oh fuck, yes it is.” He groaned, head falling onto the pillow.

“Get comfortable, babe. I’m going to be here for a while.” You inform him, hearing his breathing instantly become heavy at your words.

Ricky was in for the night of his life, and he was glad it was with you.

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the ask went away with the draft that i made earlier- and accidentally deleted 😭 im so sorry!! but still posting your matchup nonetheless.

thank you for being my first matchup @lady-of-endless !! these are so fun to do, i’ll definitely have to make much more. i hope you enjoy!! <3

i match you with…..

Caesar Zeppeli !

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-Caesar is just as affectionate as you are, sometimes even more. He’s an incredibly affectionate person, and when it comes to you he just can’t contain himself. Despite this he knows when to limit himself and switch up his demeanor immediately, just like you. He enjoys your teasing and makes it like a competition, the two of you ending in (another) victory from Caesar.

-He admires your stubbornly behavior and honestly digs it. He loves himself a woman that will stand her ground, all while keeping your temper balanced.

-Though he wishes you’d open up to him more and let your emotions flow out healthily, resorting in small gifts being left on your bed with heartfelt handwritten letters tied onto them with a red ribbon. He hates to see you overwork yourself, he’s always trying to get you to take a break. Whenever you do give into a break when you want it, he’s just overjoyed. Whether it’s dragging you into a private dinner date, or taking you to play with the puppies at the local pet shop, he’s always trying to find a way to ease your head. He’s afraid of pushing the wrong button so he shows his concerned-driven affection through gifts and small reminders that he’s always there for you as well.

-Be a little extra thankful for your great listening skills however, because *boy* will this guy yap your ear off. He’s extremely interested in your empathy and because of this, it’s hard for him to hide anything from you. Not that he likes to, but the second he’s upset in the slightest you’re onto him. It’s incredibly impressive to him and sometimes he likes to experiment with it by acting sad, not knowing that’s not how it works. He’s just so silly.

-You two both share the urge to defend those you love. This is a major factor for Caesar, especially when it comes to you. He’s the sweetest, but all his playfulness disintegrates the second either of you enter a serious situation. He knows you’ll defend yourself, and he will let you, but he loves to be perceived as your big strong knight in shining armor. He’d make himself a human shield for you, and usually does, resorting in you having to treat his wounds. Sometimes he’ll purposefully get himself the tiniest wound, just so you can aid and baby him. Your touch is his favorite sentiment, medicine, drug, everything. He’s very lucky to have that as your love language.

-Your style is his favorite part. You guys are opposite aesthetics and he lives for it!! Whenever he’s off doing whatever he’s doing, he loves to pick up random clothing and jewelry that he thinks matches your aesthetic. He thinks all the gold and wine red jewelry he gets you suits your appearance just perfectly, with your blonde hair and hazel eyes. Not to mention the tattoo, he thinks it’s the coolest thing ever! He likes to compare it to the Joestar star a lot, earning a chuckle out of the both of you.

-Your music can put him straight to sleep. He doesn’t have the patience to learn the guitar, but it’s his favorite thing when he comes home from a long day and hears the low strums of your guitar in the room further down the hall. He loves to train with you, all while encouraging you to infodump about neuroscience while taking out your pent up anger. Angry rants about the things you love? Angry rants about the things you love.

a/n;; i also thought part 2 Joseph was a great match for you too. your complex build of character made you his favorite subject, and if already hadn’t pulled a Josuke, would probably have drifted much closer to you.

#jjba #jjba part 2 #caesar zeppeli #matchups #jojos bizarre adventure

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✨Miserable Thoughts At Around Midnight Coming From Existing With Two Narcissistic Parents✨

Pt. 1

I'm starting a series that I don't think many people will see, but this is probably going to be just for me to get my sadness and trauma out there somewhere whenever I'm thinking too much to sleep, and idk someone might be comforted by it in a weird way.

I'm just feeling very crushed right now and need an outlet. Ignore me if this, including other sensitive topics, such as attempted $u!c!d3 or inappropriate conversations with minors, is triggering for you.

For some context, my parents are divorced and living in separate houses. I'm living with my father and visiting my mother regularly. My sister is studying psychology and we've been deducing our parent's behaviour.

One of the toughest parts of having narcissistic parents is recognizing the patterns they use to manipulate you. I'm going to be talking about my mother first. Comparing the behaviour in my mother's texts between us sisters indicates a serious difference in interactions.

My mother has a history of putting me on a pedestal, calling me the light of her life, her baby, and the only reason she was married to my father. She "needed to stay with him" so that I "had someone to take care of me until I was an adult."

As a result, her subsequent neglect of anything other than spewing her poison was crushing. Me and my sister were surfing through the bins that contained crafts, art, and any nicknacks we collected over the years, and I have 20 separate, very crude cards to my mother that just say "I love you," so you can see how much I wanted to please her.

She talked about her sex life with my father to me in my tween years, plus my sense of wanting to age faster so my mother could finally leave the marriage really fucked me up. She would infantilize me and break down my confidence. Being homeschooled didn't help. I felt completely isolated.

My only saving grace was the internet while my sister left for uni. My sister had more signs of complete neglect, though. She has mental and physical health issues that are tied to parental neglect and a lot of her childhood memories were spent alone.

My sister showed me her text messages, and hers are drier than the Sahara, my mother only sporadically asks for favours that indicate a lack of care. My texts with my mother are drowned in red heart emojis, weird gifs for the context of the conversation, and a regular daily check-in if I drank my pill, what I'm doing, if I ate, what I ate, asking for any artwork WIPs I have, etc.

While that might sound sweet at first, it's very clearly a manipulation tactic, as she constantly drowns me in affection because she still thinks I can be controlled by all of her manipulative behaviour and my childhood urge to get validation from her.

It's very hard to see, which is why this speculation makes you feel like an asshole sometimes. But my sister and I have been burned by her so many times, she's ignored our advice in the past too much, pulled the victim card at so many inappropriate points, and she's actively engaged in destructive behaviour that caused some serious trauma. It's hard to believe she has good intentions.

God, I barely talked about all the things she's done to me and this is very surface-level, but it will go a lot more in-depth in other posts with examples as well as with my father so you know I'm not crazy.

I'll add a small tidbit here (that's not so small now) because it's plagued me for a few days recently:

My sister had a conversation with my mother about the four years my sister was in university, also known as the hardest point of my life. It's hard to admit, but around 3 years in, I attempted $u!c!d3. It didn't really threaten my life, but the intent was there.

My sister leaving really took a toll on my mental state, and living with two narcissistic parents made it worse. I only Skyped my sister on the weekends because I didn't want to bother her while she was in uni, so the only relationship I was active in was with my mother, as I didn't really have an excuse to not talk to her.

It was really damaging, and just remembering those years makes me cry. Back to the conversation. My sister told me that my mother actually told her that she was glad my sister left because that made me and my mother closer. I had a freakout and cried real hard when my sister told me that, because one, she was truly blind to the suffering I experienced, two, she just said that my sister was a barrier between me and her, and three, "close?" if anything, I became more and more distant as time passed.

Not even mentioning how damaging that was to my sister, as she told me that she didn't react to the blatant lack of care, but that sentence mixed with all the shit she did made her feel like she failed in protecting me, which was a driving force she had throughout my childhood. That stung.

Anyway, that's enough misery for now. I'm done.

#childhood trauma #trauma #manipulation #narcissistic abuse #emotional neglect #neglect #emotional abuse #parental abuse #tw depressing thoughts #mental health #self h@rm #tw vent #narcissism #experience #struggle #mental illness #tw abuse

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Top 10s Meme

I was tagged by @thisbluespirit - thanks for the tag!

Rules: List your "top 10" (or up to 10 if you haven't written that many) fics ranked by kudos on AO3. Are you surprised by what's most popular to your readers? Then, under a cut, provide your ranking of your personal top 10 fics (with explanations if you want!), and then tag a few fellow writers!

My top 10 fics by kudos:

1. Book Learning (Susan, Ian/Barbara) *

1. Doubt and Doubles (Five/Tegan) *

1. Ms Smith (Thirteen & Sarah Jane)

2. don’t worry, he’s with me (five ways Donna explained the Doctor to people, and one way he explained her) (Ten & Donna)

3. Anything Once (Inquisitor Darkel/Sabalom Glitz) *

3. Vicarious (Six & Martha)

4. Time Flies Like an Arrow (Witches Fly on a Broomstick) (Discworld - Nanny Ogg, Granny Weatherwax, & Magrat Garlick)

5. to all our nights and days to come (Seven/Romana)

6. Nociception (Seven & Ace)

7. Nitro-Nine (Thirteen & Ace)

8. Somewhere to Belong (One & Susan)

9. The Strands of Fate (Four &/ Romana - the confusing designation is because it’s sex pollen, but it’s subverted, but they still act pretty darn shippy)

10. XOXO (Six/River) **

* These got hit by kudos bots (personally, I blame Glitz) and I am not counting them.

** This might have been hit by a kudos bot? Maybe? I can’t remember. It seems implausible for it to be this high, but some of the ones that I know for sure weren’t hit by bots are also pretty surprising.

Well, yes; this is a pretty surprising list all over for me. I think the top... four... are all on there more because of the popularity of the characters than the quality of the fic. I mean, Ms Smith is definitely fun, but if I’d written the same concept with Peri I’d have gotten about ten kudos and been happy with it. Including the current Doctor is a good recipe for attention, as is including a super-popular companion who had her own spinoff. (*prays earnestly for an Ace spinoff*)

Further reflections on the top 10 below the cut, as well as my personal top 10; it got lengthy.

don’t worry, he’s with me also had the advantage of being for an exchange, which no doubt got it a few more reads than it would otherwise have had. But a lot of its kudos have been post-exchange: Ten & Donna are just very popular. I don’t like to run down things I’ve written for exchanges, because it was always my best at the time, but I was really stuck for this (one of the first exchanges I’d ever done, and before I learned to prune my offers) and felt like I just kind of squeezed something out that was honestly more like meta than fic, so I was really surprised by how many kudos it’s accumulated over time!

Vicarious is genuinely good, and it contains a New Who companion, and the audience for Martha being validated and appreciated is (it would seem) encouragingly broad, but it’s also got Six in it, which normally means I’m writing for the same ten people as always. (Love you all!) It’s been podficced and everything! And it was inspired by a mashup gif, so I think of it as a lovely example of the fannish ecosystem.

Time Flies Like an Arrow... is another early exchange fic--specifically, the exchange in which I learned I shouldn’t offer fic for books with strong authorial voices. Apparently I can do cod-Pratchett when pushed, but it’s difficult for me to enjoy looking back at it because I can see the seams. I’m glad people have enjoyed it, though! It’s got a baby in it. Nice to see I have been able to write babies at times.

to all our nights and days to come is indeed one of my best fics. But it initially made very little splash, understandably, being an angsty under-explained AU for a rarepair that about six people have ever shipped and not all of them at once. Then I mentioned it on a Tumblr post where people had been speculating about Seven in the Time War, and apparently it found its audience! XD

Nociception is very good, I’ll admit. But it’s not really me. It’s just Seven and Ace being themselves. I am but your humble chronicler. XD

Nitro-Nine is pretty much just excited flailing in fic form--it was written back when we were all excited that Thirteen was dropping Seven-era references--little did we know we were actually getting Ace back! It definitely benefited from the “posted like the day after the episode aired” boost. Not something I can normally do without access to actual time travel.

Somewhere to Belong definitely does belong in the top 10, although if I could go back and edit it, I’d file off some of the rough edges that make it obvious that it started as a meta post. I’d keep the metafictional elements, but I’d make them subtler. (I suppose technically I can go back and edit it. But I don’t like to make big changes so long after the fact. It feels weird.) It’s still my default headcanon--the one I use when I have no reason to use a different one--for Susan’s origins. (And I would take off the tag “NOT doctor/oc.” I have no idea why I was so worried about people thinking that.)

The Strands of Fate is very funny and charming, and a good transition out of the early phase in which I used to write almost exclusively gen trope-subversion ficlets. I still do all those things, separately and together, but it was almost the only thing I did for a while there. Also, it contains an undressing scene with my OTP, but not like you’d think, naturally. And (spoilers) it’s all just a leadup to a silly looms joke. And Heimeldat drew fanart of it. :D

XOXO, like I said, was probably a kudos bot but I can’t quite remember so I didn’t cross it off. I have written much better Six/River.

So now for my personal top 10. I couldn’t possibly do these sequentially, so I will just list 10 that I think represent my best and/or most fun work.

Of the popular top 10, I’d keep:

1. Somewhere to Belong

2. to all our nights and days to come

3. The Strands of Fate

and I would add:

4. and will not let me sleep (Six & Peri)

5. and opposition of the stars (Doctor/TARDIS)

6. Stand and Deliver (Six/River)

7. Paraclausithyron (Seven/Romana)

8. Like Sunshine Through Rain (Six/Charley)

9. Bestride the Narrow World (WtOVPIC - mainly Katrina and Lucy)

10. Blazon (Seven/Romana)

But, as everyone knows, the best fic is the one you’re just about to write. (So stay tuned...?)

If you have read this far... why? And thanks. I enjoyed rambling about my own fic.

I will now tag some people: @heimeldat @swinging-stars-from-satellites @strange-destinations @fortes-fortuna-iogurtum @dyonisia96 @ontologicalmoki and anyone else who wants to do it!

#tag meme #fic

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BABYGATE IN PICTURES - MASTERPOST PART 5. - LOUIS DURING BABYGATE (UNTIL THE BIRTH)

This masterpost belongs to tellmethisisnotlove (@tellmethisisnottumblisnextfuckup) who authorized me to post it. All credits go to her.

The rest of the Masterposts

Masterposts in Docs

Hello and welcome back to the masterpost series! We have covered approximately 25% of babygate, it is a tremendous topic, so if you made it this far, congratulations! :)

As babygate is such a huge topic, I HAD to create separate posts that focus on one single topic, and this next one was almost touched in every post, but never completely. In Part 1 a party-image was given to Louis and you could see he participated doing no more than the required bare minimum. In Part 2 we covered some interesting foreshadowing of babygate, from throwing the unsourced doll and calling it NOT REAL 3 times to holding his friend’s Tamara Bell’s hand during the Glastonbury Festival. In Part 3 we covered the announcement and the media reactions to it, but we have not talked about Louis not speaking up to defend pretty much anything babygate-related, however he is one of the most outspoken loyal and protective people I have ever seen. I will talk about in this post as well. In Part 4 there was the vast majority of his actions reported in the media, but the actual videos were not shared, nor his body language was analyzed and this is where I promise I am getting to the point now.

This is Louis Tomlinson during babygate - up until the birth.

Tamara Bell

Throwing doll off stage - It’s not real.

GMA - the confirmation, first baby mention

You’re gonna be a great dad sign

Throwing another doll off stage

STV Glasgow - the second baby mention

Unreality TV congratulates

ITV interview: no responsibilities, no solid plans

Louis and any kid

Louis’ protective and loyal personality - Never been good at biting me tongue

Pic compilation of his reaction whenever asked about the baby plus a short summary

(1) JUNE 26: Tamara Bell

HERE.

(2) JUNE 27: Doll thrown off stage (IT’S NOT REAL 3x)

The incident I have mentioned before, here is the transcript again:

Louis: what’s this baby doing here? Liam: who has thrown their baby on stage!? that is OUTRAGEOUS! Louis: it’s not real!!! Liam: oh no… it’s.. it’s a fake baby guys. Louis: it’s not real… it’s.. not… real… (he’s looking on the ground reciting that) Liam: that is for all those people out there who think that was a real baby…

GIF credit: tommosloueh More context about this HERE.

(3) AUG 4: Good Morning America LIVE - the confirmation.

Michael Strahan: Louis, from one father to another I want to congratulate you on your upcoming fatherhood. So how are you feeling? Louis: Thank you, yeah. Obviously it’s a very exciting time, so I’m buzzing. Thank you.

Let’s go through his body language. credit: Celebmix (x)

My father lived with a gentleman who is a professor of psychology, and he’s an incredible person outside of that. After the video posted yesterday I decided to shoot him an email asking what his short version of an opinion was on everything, just their reactions, etc.

Here’s the father’s reply:

I watched the video and the only thing I thought was how uncomfortable. The remark does not look like it was rehearsed at all; he sort of tosses it in in passing to get a real reaction and real is what he got. If this kid is supposed to be happy about having a baby, he isn’t. The pursed lips is a thing we look for when we sense lying, it’s a mechanical act of the body to force in a lie.He also looks to (our) left slightly a few times that’s a large clue as well. The right side of your brain contains your imagination and has been deemed the creative side. Without knowing it your eyes turn to the left when you’re trying to come up with a story. I’ll have to look more into the story. If you want to email me about it I’m curious to hear more and assess it further. He’s lying to cover up something and when the woman asked the other boy why he was so quiet, that was not done to change topics it seemed like it was done purposely to bring attention to his lack of a reaction specifically which makes me think there is something going on behind the scenes there.

The body language from the other boys when the question was asked was not welcoming either.They’re was clear discomfort between all of them and the boy sitting right next to him looked directly at him waiting for his response but not in a congratulatory way and if these boys are all friends you’d think they’d be happy for the news. It seems as if he was ready to protect him if he looked weak or stumbled, you don’t need to protect someone who is anticipating a happy life change.

Also, has their sexuality been questioned? The smaller one and the one with the long hair? Him being the only one asked about his lack of response when neither of the other boys had one either is telling.

_ This isn’t concrete evidence of anything, merely an opinion from someone who’s got a background in knowing what to read when people are interviewed/questioned and body language generally. It doesn’t state that he doesn’t believe Louis is going to be a dad, just that something fishy seems to be going on too

The following is an analysis based on this article,

credit: Lirrylocks

GIF credit: whattarush

normally be reluctant to refer to himself, whereas in normal conversation we usually refer to ourselves a lot. Watch out for less use of ‘I’, ‘my’, ‘me’ and so on.

He’s ‘buzzin’ but he doesn’t say he is excited…CHECK

SLOWING DOWN. Because a liar has to juggle different thoughts with one another and be careful of tripping himself up - his speech will slow accordingly. His language may become stiffer and more formal and there will more slips of the tongue and pauses in his speech that may be filled with ‘er’ and ‘um’ to give himself more time to think

CHECK

A fake smile. It’s hard for liars to give a real smile while seeking to deceive. (Real smiles crinkle the corners of the eyes and change the entire face. Faked smiles involve the mouth only.)

CHECK

Micro-expressions. Difficult to catch, but if you ever spot a fleeting expression that contradicts a verbal statement, believe what you see and not what you hear.

CHECK

The quick-check glance. This may follow a less-than-truthful response: Liars will immediately look down and away, then back at you again in a brief glimpse to see if you bought the falsehood.

CHECK

Liars also purse their mouths —It’s a classic expression of guilt.

This following picture collection is credit to: legohousedea

(4) AUG 8: You’re gonna be a great dad sign

credit

credit. Watch his reaction around 0:10.

https://youtu.be/I3FpgkgP5c0

GIF credit: tommosloueh

credit allegedlymags

(5) AUG 23: Another doll thrown from stage.

Check video here

(6) OCT 7: STV Glasgow interview: another baby question

https://youtu.be/dYTvfzNXsN0

They started out very loose, all 3 with an open, relaxed body language.

These snippets are just to show that they were having fun.

A lot of fun.

Still having fun here.

Now on the pic below, this is the moment they finished the baby segment. Look at the boys:

This is a screengrab from when the interviewer says goodbye.:

Here’s the transcript.

Louis: I think we’re gonna go on a lads holiday, aren’t we, lad? So, that’s about ALL we got planned at this stage, I think, yeah. Int: And you’ve obviously got a little one on the way as well, are you excited about that? Louis: I am, yeah, I’m very excited. Int: It’s going to be nice to have some time to spend with the baby Louis: Yeah, it’s gonna be really nice, yeah. Louis:

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Just to see it more drastically:

This is how their body language was in the beginning:

And this is how it ended:

Some thoughts about the interview:

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(7) OCT 21: Interview released with Unreality TV

(8) OCT 27: Asked about the hiatus: no responsibilities, no solid plans.

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Again, someone forgot they would be having a baby…

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The boys started their promo season for their album Made In The AM but the babygate question was blacklisted.

This is from Fabulous magazine which did an interview with 1D:

Another interviewer saying no personal questions were allowed.

(9) James Corden Late Late Show:

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And there were really no personal questions during the MITAM promo after these.

So this has been Louis Tomlinson up until the birth.

Here is Louis Tomlinson with kids. Just so you see that this boy LOVES kids/babies.

with his youngest brother and sister:

his youngest sister:

He not only loves them, he goes above and beyond and is part of several charities that are helping children. He hosted a Cinderella Ball with Believe in Magic alongside his mom.

Family values are important to him He is a loyal, protective boy. Protective of his family, of his friends, fans and Doncaster Rovers.

FANS:

This was his reaction when the Mirror posted a disgusting article about him:

Or:

Or his infamous twitter feud with The Wanted.

(this is only part of it, the entire war is here)

Or when again fans are insulted: 7:43 is the tweet, 8:12 is Louis’ reply.

Another one, he tweeted his opinion about Rovers and this twitter user called him out:

He replied within 41 minutes

Another one where he called out news outlets:

An asshole fan insulted him, he replied with his usual sass.

A band that was insulting him liking their music: 2014 dec 19.

This is for parents who felt insulted by the lyrics of I1D’s Live While We’re Young:

Do you get what I mean? He litereally said:

I’ve never been very good at biting my tongue.

Now you saw a few examples how Louis is not afraid to speak up for his people. Now please remember all the headlines, all the implications that we covered in previous masterposts, all the sass and disrespect this baby and the baby mama received and LOOK at how THIS Louis, this sassy, loyal and protective Louis, who is the real Louis Tomlinson NEVER EVER STOOD UP for her and them.

Never.

Isn’t that weird?

THIS IS HIM DURING BABYGATE:

There is no crinkling eyes, there is no happiness, there is pursed mouth, there is pushing by reporters but never him, there is him saying he has no plans. There is anything but normalcy.

Look at the pictures. Can you say he is happy to be a dad? Can you say he is not feeling discomfort?

So we have a

non-celeb girl being pregnant

announcing it at week 11

to the entire world, seriously it was EVERYWHERE.

no reaction from Louis or anyone, don’t forget that the rep never commented it

until AUG 4 during a live show

then anytime he is asked about the baby or being a dad his discomfort is clear

when asked about the hiatus he never mentions the baby himself.

never utters the words: DAD, BABY, BRIANA.

he addresses the situation as IT.

If there is a real baby and his discomfort is clear, why was it announced? Why not sweep it under the rug? HE is the celebrity, not the woman. Why is this even happening when there was no paternity test to prove if the baby is even his? Why are the headlines not implying that this girl CLAIMS to have his baby, but instead they all say HE IS GOING TO BE A DAD?

Why is the media so shady with this baby? Why are they calling it spawn and why are they making everything about Larry?

Good questions, huh?

Thank you for reading this!

This was Part 5 of the babygate masterpost.

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Early To Rise

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: This is more so mommy and daddy time, but Lucy does make an appearance.

Word Count: ~610

Pairing: Dad!Will x Wife F!Reader

Plot: Will tries to get in some sexy time with you before Lucy wakes up.

Contains: morning foreplay (fingerbanging)

You slowly come to, feeling soft kisses on your bare shoulder and back of your neck. A warm hand is kneading your waist and feel your husband's morning wood poking at you. You moan and then giggle when you feel Will's beard tickling a sensitive spot.

"Babe..." you croak.

"Good morning, love," Will greets you before burying his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent.

"Mm," you hum as you feel his hand travel up to your breast under your tank top.

His thumb slides over your nipple and lazily flicks it. You arch against him and press your ass back into him. His hips meet your thrusts as you push back again, feelings his soft lips and tongue on your skin. You hear him panting into your ear as he grinds harder into you. His hand leaves your breast and moves down to the inside of the front of your panties. You adjust your leg to allow him better access. His fingertips tease your entrance, coating himself with your arousal.

Will slips a long slender middle finger inside you and you quietly moan, turning your head towards him. He nudges his nose against your cheek, feeling his warm breath on your face as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of you. You feel Will shifting next to you and then find his face hovering over yours. He leans in to kiss you and you start making out with him while his pacing picks up. He slips another finger, his ring finger, inside and you moan into his mouth. Your hips buck, trying to create more stimulation. Even muffled by the comforter, you can still hear the wet suction of his fingers plunging in and out of you. You can feel his wedding band at your opening every time he pushes in and the sensation actually makes you clench a bit more.

"Will..." you pant.

"I got you, baby." Will removes his fingers and hovers over you, holding himself up with one arm while using the hand he just teased you with to pull his rock hard erection out of his boxers. He then pushes your panties aside and looks down to align himself with you. He coats the tip with your arousal, teasing you a bit more until he finally starts slowly pushing. Suddenly, you hear the doorknob jingling and it makes your bodies immediately jerk and pull apart.

"MOMMY! DADDY!"

"Fuck," Will grumbles in frustration and moves off of you.

The door bursts open and Lucy comes sprinting in. Will immediately pulls the comforter and a pillow over his bottom half.

"Hi, Lucy! Good morning!" You sit up and discreetly adjust your underwear under the blanket. You look over at the clock and it reads 6:47. "You're up super early today."

"YOU THAID WE'RE GOING TO THE THIENCE THENTER TODAY!!" Lucy jumps up and down. "Come on!" Lucy grabs your hand and tries to drag you out of bed.

"Okay, okay, I know you're excited. Come on, let's make you some breakfast first, okay?"

"YAY!" Lucy, full of energy, sprints out of the bedroom, zooming around.

"Sorry, babe." You look over at Will. "I'll go get her day started while you can rub one out."

You start to get out of bed, but Will pulls you back in.

"I don't want to rub one out," he whines. "I just want to make love to my wife." He pulls you in closer and kisses you, cupping your face to deepen the kiss.

Lucy comes running back into the bedroom.

"EWWW!!" Lucy scrunches her face and runs back out while giggling.

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"Dad Will" Masterlist

A/N: The first I wrote for his universe was "Like Father, Like Daughter" because I had this urge to write an overprotective Dad!Will Miller and well, like most of my one shots, it expanded and built to be something more. I've fallen in love with Dad!Will and his daughter. Some of these include Wife!Reader, but the main focus is on the relationship between Will and his daughter. The fics are listed chronologically in terms of timeline.

Also, I still haven't officially decided yet, but the precursor for these stories can be "Husband Duties" which I wrote a long while ago.

- The Girl Who Cried Daddy (no smut, comfort) - Babe (no smut, fluff) - Pizza My Heart (no smut, fluff) - Baby Sharks (no smut, goofiness) - Hide and Seek (no smut, angsty, hurt/comfort) - Birthday Girl (no smut, fluff) - Early To Rise (smutty, some morning foreplay) - Old Dog, New Tricks (no smut) - Snitches Get No Ice Cream (a smidge of sexy moment, humor) - Lies (no smut, angst) - No Sugar, All Spice (no smut, angst, a little fluff) - Can't Take My Eyes Off You (no smut, fluff, squint of angst) - Like Father, Like Daughter (no smut, humor) - Sleeping Beauty (no smut, fluff) - Pains (no smut) - Color My World (no smut) - Team Work (no smut, humor) - Comforts (no smut, fluff) - Mine (no smut, fluff) - Late Night Chats (no smut, fluff, comfort) - Millers Are Not Quitters (no smut) - High Tensions (no smut, lots of angst) - It Doesn't Get Easier (no smut, hurt/comfort) - Talk To Me (no smut) - Matchies (no smut) - Mommy and Daddy Time (a moment of sexiness before it gets too spicy) - Captain and the Siren (smut)

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Boo'd Up

Crazy | Bad | Again | Boo’d Up

A/N: It's finally done. Sign, sealed and delivered. This is a fic inspired by the song “Boo'd Up" by Ella Mai (YT link below). Also, this is not the 1K follower celebration fic I said I'd work on. That is next. I just had to get this done because it was nagging me and had been working on it for months. It's long as heck. I don't know how y'all do it. Thank you @lovebarefootblonde for looking at this for me. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 7.2k

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!reader

Plot: Feeling a bit lost, you decide to take a little road trip to find an old friend.

Contains: a lot of playful and flirty banter, protected sex (PiV), oral sex (both M and F receiving), hand on neck, mild degradation (gets calls slut once), mentions of weapons (no weapon play), mentions of canonical MC activities (killings), fluff, comfort

You needed a few days off. Club stuff and other things were getting to you and you just needed to clear your head so you hopped on your bike and just started riding without a destination in mind, picking a random direction and following the wind, just like how you've always lived your life. You convinced yourself that you're just aimlessly riding and that nothing else has influenced where you're going - until you find yourself with a flat at the dirt shoulder with the sun starting to set over the mountains. This isn’t how you wanted it to play out, for this to be the reason to call him, but it seems like the universe made it easier for you.

You search for his number on your phone and are surprised you still have it considering you never needed it. He had given it to you the first time you met, but you never gave him yours and he respected your decision. Again, the universe is aligning it all for you.

You call the number and wait patiently. It's been more than a few rings and you tell yourself to just hang up if it goes to voicemail. Maybe it's another sign and you've been reading too much into everything else before. As you're ready to give up, you hear the line pick up.

"Hello?"

The corners of your lips turn up instantly hearing his voice.

"Hey, Teller," you answer.

There's a moment of silence.

"Holy shit," he says. "Is this who I think it is?"

"Well, that depends. Who do you think it is?" You ask, teasing him.

"The love of my life?" he guesses.

"You gotta be a bit more specific than that."

"The most beautiful woman in all of California who's been rejecting my proposal every time I see her?" he tries again.

"Technically, you've never actually proposed to me, although now I wonder if there's someone else out there you want to be your old lady," you smirk.

"Darlin', there is no one else," he says. "There never was."

"You're a terrible liar, Jax," you smile and bite your lower lip.

Part of you wants to believe him, but the other part of you knows his kind. Besides, it's you who wants to keep this super casual, not him, yet you find yourself right outside of Charming.

"I mean, have I been with other people? Sure. I might be in love, but I'm not a sucker," Jax laughs. "I know I'm not the only one keeping your bed warm once a year."

"Actually..." you start, but you don't think this is the right time to dump your baggage on him. You don't even know if you should. "I need a favor, if you don't mind."

"Sure, what is it you need? Everything okay up there?" Jax asks, concerned.

"Yeah, everything with the club is good. I... I just needed a few days to myself away from all that and I just happened to be around your way and I just blew my tire riding down here so I thought maybe you can send a tow truck? I don't know if it’s too far—" you finally tell him.

"Oh, shit. Where are you? I'll come pick you up right now," Jax says.

"You- you don't have to come. I don't want to stop you from doing whatever it is you're--"

"I’m coming to get you. Where are you?" Jax repeats.

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Pretty Face

“You Got This” Masterlist

A/N: Jax is creeping back. I wanted to work on something completely different (in the same universe), but this went a whole different direction so I followed it and wasn't fit for what I wanted originally. I kept this though because I liked where it went. It's short, but It's a cute little moment between "Joyride" and "Eggs, Milk and Sass".

Word Count: 777

Pairing: Teenager!Jax Teller x Teeneger F! Reader/OFC

Plot: Jax takes a small break to annoy you.

Contains: fluff

You're sitting in the open garage at Teller-Morrow, taking your time counting parts for inventory. It's the easiest and most boring task, but you were assigned to it even though you are capable of doing simple services like oil changes, but they leave that up to the actual mechanics and sometimes Jax and Opie. You and Jax typically sneak away to avoid work, but the club is away so TM could use the extra hands. You toss a spark plug into the basket designated for it and let out a heavy sigh. At least you're out of the scorching sun.

You look out and see Jax and Opie working topless with the top half of their mechanic jumpsuit tied around their lower waists. Sweat is dripping down their faces and torsos. Of course, your eyes are focused on Jax and not your brother. You watch as Jax is tightening or loosening something on the bike they're working on with a wrench. Muscles on his forearm and bicep flex with each crank. Jax flips his shoulder length blonde hair back out of his face and looks over in your direction. You look away immediately, nervous that you've been caught. You pretend to continue to work, recounting the spark plugs. A few moments later, you try to inconspicuously look towards Jax and internally panic when you see him walking towards you while swiping a rag over his face.

"Hey, squirt." Jax ruffles the top of your hair.

"Dick." You swat his hand away and fix your hair.

"You got a hair tie I can borrow?" he asks, pointing to the one around your wrist.

"I need this for myself," you shrug and then pull your hair back to tie it while trying to avoid looking at his damp naked chest.

"I see how it is," Jax smirks. He pulls up a nearby metal folding chair and straddles it, leaning forward and resting his arms on the back of the seat.

You continue to pretend to work and as he lights a cigarette. Even though he's not of age yet, the Prince of Charming gets away with doing whatever he wants most times, especially when Gemma isn't around to keep him in line. You glance over at him as he pulls a drag while looking at you.

"What?" you ask.

"Nothing," Jax shakes his head. "I like it when your hair is up. It doesn't cover your face." He leans in and reaches over to push back a loose strand hanging by your eye.

You feel heat rising to your face.

"You're dressed pretty today. What's the occasion? Got a date?" Jax asks, taking your bottle of water that's sitting next to you while eyeing you up and down.

You typically dress very casually, wearing jeans or shorts with a t-shirt or tank top with sneakers, especially while working, but you felt particularly cute this morning so you put on a plaid skirt with a plain baby tee. You've noticed the way how some of your female classmates and the girls you've seen Jax with dressed and thought you might do the same. You're still learning to navigate puberty and your changing body.

"I... just wanted to look pretty," you answer as you watch him chug all the water, focusing on his Adam's Apple moving up and down.

"Well, that's silly," Jax chuckles, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"Why is it silly?" you frown, sitting up and straightening out your back.

Jax exhales the smoke from the side of his mouth and leans into your face. You swallow hard watching his face coming closer to yours.

"Because you always look pretty." Jax playfully bops the top of your head with the empty bottle.

"Stop, Jackson!" You giggle and swat his hand.

"Come on, Jax! Let's finish this shit!" Opie shouts. He swipes the back of his hand across his forehead.

"Yeah, get back to work, Teller," you laugh.

You watch as Jax gets up from his seat and towers over you. He takes one last drag of his cigarette and flicks it away. As he then reaches for your face, you tense up and hold your breath. His hand then goes past your ear and behind your head. Your ponytail suddenly comes loose as you feel the hairband get tugged.

"I'll return this at the end of the day, pretty face." Jax ruffles the top of your hair and then pushes it to one side. As he walks off, you watch his back muscles while he pulls his hair back to tie it up into a small blonde bun. He picks up a wrench and goes back to work.

243 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Emeralds & Pearls

A/N: So it took me a bajillion years to finally finish this. I had this specific idea and so the fic started strong and than I don't know what happened. I've been a huge struggle writing smut lately which is why you've been seeing a lot of angst and fluff. This didn't quite really pan out the way I wanted but it's finished. Hope you enjoy. Thank you @lovebarefootblonde for beta reading!

Word Count: ~3k

Pairing: Raymond Smith x Wife F!reader

Plot: You kickstart your romantic anniversary night with a necklace.

Contains: unprotected sex (P in V), oral sex (F receiving), fingering, spanking, pussy slapping, crotch-sniffing, light choking, body/partner worshipping?, pantyhose tearing (I think that is all)

Your husband is always lavishing you with jewelry, exquisite dresses and shoes, French lingerie, fur coats and when he can, fine dining, but you’re a woman with simple needs and tastes. All you really want is to be able to enjoy your marriage, but it’s hard when he’s more committed to Mickey Pearson. You know that a lot of him feels guilty for missing out on spending time with you due to the nature of his demanding job so he tries to make up for it by showering you with gifts, but you also know a part of him enjoys seeing you wearing some of those said gifts. You've seen the way he's looked at you when you put them on for him, but there is one thing that drives him particularly feral.

It's your wedding anniversary and you're getting ready to celebrate it while waiting for Raymond. You're sitting in front of the vanity, putting final touches on your face when you hear him coming through the front door. Your perfectly lined eyes dart over at the clock while cleaning up the edges of your bright red lips. It's a surprise he's actually home on time.

"Hi, my love!"

You hear him coming up the stairs and rushing past the bedroom straight to his office, as usual, to drop off the work he brought home.

You quickly scan your face in front of the mirror before standing up from your vanity chair. The thin heels of your six-inch Jimmy Choos hit the hardwood floor with each step you take towards the door. The sound of your steps echo as you take your time to walk down the hall towards Raymond's office.

"Are you ready, my love?" Raymond checks his watch. "I don't think we have too much time left. Our reservations are in forty-five minutes and we need to go across town. You know how the M25 gets around this time."

When you step into his office, Raymond quickly glances up at you for a moment and goes back to what he was doing, but then does a double take. He pauses his task and stares at you expressionless as you slowly put one foot in front of the other. His eyes travel from your cat-lined eyes, to your bright red pout, and then to the pearl necklace he bought you for your anniversary last year sitting just above your naked chest which you display proudly. His eyes darken. Your arms are covered in black satin from the tip of your fingernails up to your biceps. He scans below your waist and his jaw drops a little lower seeing your bottom half wrapped in sheer stockings and your feet in patent leather heels.

He continues to watch you quietly like a hungry wolf as you walk around his desk. You run your gloved hands over his chest as you get closer to him. His eyes drop down to your neck again and he brings his hand up to it, lightly stroking the front of your throat with this thumb. You know it drives Ray absolutely wild to see you adorned in nothing but an expensive necklace. Something about you wearing only something so elegant and precious while he defiles you gets his blood flowing.

You noticed in the beginning of your relationship, Ray would gift you these shiny diamond necklaces and thought he was just trying to impress you, but over time, you caught on to his antics.

"I think I'm a bit overdressed for the occasion," you tell him.

"No, you are perfect," Raymond responds while cradling the back of your neck. His eyes admire every single part of your face as if it’s the first time he saw it. He was so taken away by your beauty, and now he is a slave to it - to you. The moment you said 'I do', Raymond just wanted to make love to you, to his wife, right there and then, over and over again. The marriage license and officiation wasn't enough. He wanted to consummate the marriage and claim you as his wife. It's what makes your wedding anniversary extra special to him. While you may look more or less the same as you did the day you met him, to your husband, you are a goddess and with each day that passes that you are married to him, you become more beautiful and god-like to him.

You can feel the coolness of his wedding band against your sensitive skin. His lips ghost over yours as you lean your head away from his. He tries to kiss you again, but you move away. His other arm grabs your waist and pulls you flush against him, holding you in place before smashing his lips against yours.

Raymond's hand slides down behind you, squeezing your ass, and then he presses his crotch against yours. You can feel where all the blood in his body has rushed to. His lips leave yours and dips down to the side of your neck and shoulder. Taking his time, he kisses you all over, being careful to not disturb the pearls. Although now he's thinking about giving you another one as he's imagining you kneeling in front of him with pleading eyes.

For a man who seemed to be in a rush to leave, he sure is taking his time. He is giving equal amounts of attention to every part of your body, making sure to appreciate and worship every inch of your skin. You let out a small moan when Raymond's teeth grazes your shoulder. He doesn't quite sink them in, gently teasing you, although you know he would love to mark you. He wants everyone to know you are his.

Raymond's hand slips down from your neck to one of your breasts. His large hand kneads it as he continues to caress your neck and upper chest with his soft lips. Your breathing is noticeably heavier and you let out a sigh when Raymond backs you up against his desk and presses himself on you. The edge of the desk is digging into your backside.

"Raymond," you pant as you run your fingers through his slick back hair and neck.

“Yes, my love?” Raymond hums and you arch against him when he pulls a nipple between his pink wet lips. His tongue swirls around the nub a few times before he completely puts his mouth over it and sucks on it.

You moan in response. He moves on to your other nipple and repeats the same movements, giving it just as much attention. Your hips thrust into the open space between the both of you, needing some friction.

Raymond moves further down your torso and starts placing butterfly kisses all over your belly as his palms run over your hips. As he continues to kiss his way down your body, his teeth catch on the top of the pantyhose and snaps back up into place after it stretches down a few inches.

You look down and watch Raymond who is now kneeling, hover over your heat. You can feel his warm breath on you. The tip of his nose grazes the front of your stockings and he takes a whiff. He looks up at you as he licks you through the thin nylon. You throw your head back and moan, entangling your fingers in his hair.

Suddenly, he flips you around and you brace yourself on the desk. He pushes your ass up and spreads your cheeks. He shoves his nose and mouth against your hot core. He moans as he inhales your arousal, your intoxicating scent. If he could, he would bottle it up and sniff it all day. His face is pressed so close against you, his glasses shift around as he licks and kisses you through the damp delicate material. His hands knead your ass and he buries himself further as his mouth continues to devour you.

You bite your lower lip and push back, grinding yourself against his face, wanting more - needing more. Raymond then digs his fingers into the thin stretchy fabric covering your aching pussy. He bunches it up in his hands and then rips it apart, forming a large opening, exposing your naked wet slit. He practically shredded the expensive French back-seamed pantyhose.

Raymond goes right back in and sticks his face between your legs. You gasp when you feel his thick velvety tongue slip inside you. You clench up when you feel the tip of his nose poke your puckered asshole. He runs the flat of his tongue from your clit up to your dripping opening before he dips the tip of his tongue back in. He puts his mouth over your cunt and sucks on your lips.

The obscene wet noises and your pants and moans fill up his office and that’s all he needs to keep him going. Your hips jerk when you feel his fingertips teasing your entrance. You push back again hoping his fingers would slide in further. You feel relief when he slips in two fingers all the way up to his knuckle. You clench around his fingers as he slowly works them inside you. You close your eyes and concentrate on the sensation of the penetration and his lips pulling on your clit. The stimulation is making you heady.

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Junko Enoshima

Kazuichi Souda

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Kyoko Kirigiri

Leon Kuwata

Mahiru Koizumi

Mikan Tsumiki

Mondo Owada

Mukuro Ikusaba

Peko Pekoyama

Sakura Oogami

Toko Fukawa

*Haven't included characters from the 3rd Danganronpa game as I have yet to play and need to some of the characters a bit more*

The dark knight trilogy

Bane

Bruce Wayne

Harvey Dent/Two face

Jim Gordon

Joker

Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow

Rachel Dawe

Selina Kyle/Catwoman

Ginny and Georgia

Abby Littman

Georgia Miller

Ginny Miller

Hunter Chen

Joe

Marcus Baker

Maxine "Max" Baker

Norah

Zion Miller

Harry Potter/ Fantastic Beasts

Bellatrix Lestrange

Eulalie Hicks

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Harry Potter

Jacob Kowalski

Leta Lestrange

Luna Lovegood

Newt Scamander

Porpentina "Tina" Goldstein

Queenie Goldstein

Ron Weasley

Theseus Scamander

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring

Darcy Olsson

Elle Argent

Nick Nelson

Tao Xu

Tara Jones

Victoria "Tori" Spring

*Nothing weird with these characters please*

How to train your dragon

Astrid Hofferson

Dagur the Deranged

Eret son of Eret

Fishlegs Ingerman

Heather

Hiccup Haddock

Ruffnut Thorston

Snotlout Jorgenson

Stoick the Vast

Tuffnut Thorston

Valka Haddock

Hunter x Hunter

Gon Freecss

Hisoka Morrow

Illumi Zoldyck

Killua Zoldyck

Kurapika Kurta

Leorio

Ben Hanscom

Beverley Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Henry Bowers

Mike Hanlon

Richie Tozier

Stanley Uris

*Please specify if younger or older*

Jurassic park/World

Alan Grant

Claire Dearing

Ellie Sattler

Franklin

Ian Malcolm

Owen Grady

Zia Rodriguez

Lord of the rings

Eowyn

Frodo Baggins

Legolas

Merry Brandybuck

Pippin Took

Samwise Gamgee

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Marvel Movies

Ajak

Alexei Shostakov/Red Guardian

Bruce Banner/Hulk

Carol Danvers

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Darcy Lewis

Druig

Erik Killmonger

Gamora

Gilgamesh

Hela

Helmut Zemo

Hope Van Dyne/Wasp

Jane Foster

Jimmy Woo

Katy Chen

Kingo

Loki Laufeyson

Makkari

Mantis

Maria Hill

Maria Rambeau

May Parker

Melina Vostokoff/Black Widow

Michelle Jones/MJ

Mobius

Monics Rambeau

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Nick Fury

Pepper Potts/Rescue

Peter Parker/SpiderMan

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Phastos

Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver

Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America

Scott Lang/AntMan

Sersi

Shang-Chi

Sharon Carter/Agent 13

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Thena

Thor Odinson

Valkyrie

Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlet Witch

Xu Xialing

Yelena Belova/Black Widow

*Do not write for Yelena romantically*

Disney+ Originals

Agatha Harkness

Emil Blonsky/Abomination

Jennifer Walters

Kamala Khan/Ms Marvel

Karli Morganthau/Flag Smasher

Kate Bishop/Hawkeye

Kazi Kazimierczak

Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab

Marc Spector/Moon Knight

Maya Lopez/Echo

Steven Grant/Mr Knight

Sylvie Laufeydottir

The defenders

Anatoyl Ranskahov

Foggy Nelson

Hope Shlottman

James Wesley

Jessica Jones

Karen Page

Kilgrave

Luke Cage

Malcolm Ducasse

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Trish Walker

Vladimir Ranskahov

Maze Runner

Brenda

Frypan

Gally

Minho

Newt

Teresa

Thomas

My hero academia

• Dabi/Touya Todoroki

• Denki Kaminari

• Eijiro Kirishima

• Fumikage Tokoyami

• Fuyumi Todoroki

• Hanta Sero

• Himiko Toga

• Izuku Midoriya

• Katsuki Bakugo

• Kyouka Jirou

• Mezo Shoji

• Mina Ashido

• Momo Yaoyorozu

• Ochaco Uraraka

• Shoto Todoroki

• Tenya Iida

• Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko Shimura

• Tsuyu Asui

• Yuga Aoyama

*I have not seen season 5 or read the manga*

Once Upon a Time.

• Ariel

• Emma Swan

• Killian Jones/Captain Hook

• Merida

• Mulan

• Neal/Bælfire

• Red/Little Red Riding Hood

• Regina Mills/The Evil Queen

• Robin Hood

• Zelena/The Wicked witch of the west

Squid Game

Ali Abdul

Cho Sang-Woo

Hwang In-ho

Hwang Junho

Ji-Yeong

Kang Sae-byeok

Seong Gi-hun

Star Wars

Aayla Secura

Agent Kallus

Ahsoka Tano

Asajj Ventress

Bariss Offee

Boba Fett

Bo-Katan Kryze

Cad Bane

Caleb Dune/Kanan Jarvus

Cara Dune

Crosshair

Darfh Maul

Din Djarin/Mando

Echo

Ezra Bridger

Fennec Shand

Finn

Fives

Grand Admiral Thrawn

Han Solo

Hera Syndulla

Hunter

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Lando Clarissian

Leia Organa

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan "Ben" Kenobi

Padme Amidala

Poe Dameron

Rey

Rose Tico

Sabine Wren

Savage

Shaak-Ti

Tech

Wreaker

Zeb

Stranger things

Alexei "Smirnoff"

Chrissy Cunningham

Dmitri Antonvo "Enzo"

Dustin Henderson

Eddie Munson

Eleven/Jane Hopper

Erica Sinclair

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Joyce Byers

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Mike Wheeler

Murray Bauman

Nancy Wheeler

Phil Callahan

Robin Buckley

Steve Harrington

Will Byers

*Nothing weird with the stranger things kids*

The boys

Annie January/Starlight

Black Noir/Earving

Cherie

Frenchie

Homelander/John

Hugh "Hughie" Campbell

Kimiko/The Female

MM "Marvin"

Queen Maeve/Margaret

William "Billy" Butcher

The Hobbit

Bilbo Baggins

Fili Oakenshield

Kili Oakenshield

Tauriel

Thorin Oakenshield

The Hunger Games

Beetee

Effie Trinket

Finnick Odair

Haymitch Abernathy

Johanna Mason

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

Primrose Everdeen

The lost Boys

Alan Frog

David

Dwayne

Edgar Frog

Marko

Michael Emerson

Paul

Sam Emerson

Star

The Walking Dead

Abraham Ford

Connie

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Kelly

Maggie Rhee/Greene

Michonne

Negan Smith

Princess

Rick Grimes

Sasha Williams

Tara Chambler

Tyreese Williams

Yumiko

X-Men

Alex Summers/Havoc

Charles Xavier/Professor X

Danielle "Dani" Moonstar/Mirage

Elizabeth Braddock/Psylocke

Ellie Phimister/Negasonic Teenage Warhead

Erik Lensherr/Magneto

Hank McCoy/Beast

Illyana Rasputin/Magik

Jean Grey/Phoenix

Jubilation Lee/Jubilee

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

Logan Howlett/Wolverine

Neena Thurman/Domino

Ororo Munroe/Storm

Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver

Rahne Sinclair/Wolfsbane

Raven Darkholme/Mystique

Roberto "Bobby" da Costa/Sunspot

Samuel "Sam" Guthrie/Cannonball

Scott Summers/Cyclops

Sean Cassidy/Banshee

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Warren Worthington iii/Angel

How to request

When requesting please give full name or code name/alter ego of the character that you want me to write and what fandom they belong.

Also specify what type of request it is that you want and I'll do my best to write it!

Denied Requests

If I have denied your request, there may have been a reason or two why I didn't accept it. If I do deny your request then I will probably also explain why I denied and it may be one of these reasons:

• Requests being closed.

• Wasn't a complete request.

• Being spammed the same request.

• Don't write for the character.

• I might feel uncomfortable with some content that you may request.

Okay! I think that's everything that I needed to cover, but if there's anything I missed (characters, fandoms, extra info) let me know and I will either add it here or make a new post!

#requests #request opening #writing #marvel #stranger things #the hunger games #the maze runner #attack on titan #Danganronpa #my hero academia #arcane #hxh #ouat #once upon a time #hunter x hunter #ginny and georgia #anime #bnha

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