#bb 23

[cuips-not-cute]

carrying your half-dead beloved from the battlefield.

my last piece for @notesappwitch 's fic i sing the blues and you swallow them too for the @steddiebang <3<3

[makingyourfavindti]

bb from anthology of the killer?

i made bb from anthology of the killer in dress to impress

thanks for the request!

[canofworms95]

"The city was empty, and the streets seemed to stretch on forever. The lights reflected weakly on wet concrete where the snow hasn’t fully set yet. There was not even one heartbeat in range, and everything was muted grays and silence.

That was all he had ever known. The freezing wind on his face, the barely acceptable temperature between functioning and shutdown, the anxiety and the fear. The mission. 

Risking everything, but he had nothing.

He marched with the same courage a suicidal man risks his life. And he and Hank were so very alike."  It was an honor to draw for this scene for @blue-lothus' wonderful fic Reality 101 Failure for this year's DBH Big Bang ! @dbh-bb2023

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꒰ ✮ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟮𝟯 — 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗢𝗡𝗘!

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! overstimulation + squirt training, "so thoughtless, its adorable." ꒰ sebastian michaelis x bimbo!reader ꒱: fingering, orgasm control, older english writing ꒰ sorta kinda ꒱, mention of a womb tattoo, dub-con? ꒰ 2.6k+ ꒱

"𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦." the words of a father oftenstick with his daughters, regardless if he's a goodparent or not. you should've listened, learned yourlesson. but no, you were just a stupid little girlcaught in a tradegy. a little girl who had returnedfrom a "buisness trip" with your father, only to bemet with england's new serial killer! who had takenbyour family as victims.

"non mihi ignoscat dominus, sed praesidium peto. ad inferni profunditatem vocat anima mea, 《 me tibioffero 》. serva me. serva me. serva me." random words to you, an offer of a contract to another.

you were ignorant to speak words you know nothing of out of desperation. you were even more idiotic tolook upon the...man? shrouded in darkness. idiotic tobeg and plead to person decorated in leather heelswith a face you could not see. idiotic to agree to thewords coming from its predatory grin. idiotic to not only offer your soul, but your body to it.

but the warmth that thing gave you, felt good. the warmth of that darkness sucked you in, covering you in a cloud of corruption you'd gladly accept anything to keep your mind off of it. to keep your idiot brain from thinking about something hard. something tragic.

its palm met your bellybutton, with a whimper fromyou, the glimpse of its grin signaling to you it's enjoyment in the situation. it must find you pathetic, humans are by nature pathetic. it's be no surprisethat a being from hell, an entitiy that feasts on the souls of the mortals upon earth, would find that pathetic nature amusing.

your vision went blurry, and pain struck your abdomen. a foggy memory followed from there and suddenly, here you are now with a demon, going by the name 'sebastian michaelis,' working for you as your loyal butler.

"my lady, the rooster calls! up now." you hear hisposh and professional voice speak. the shwing! of the curtain holders sliding against the rods fills your ears. the bright sunlight following soon after.

the groan that left your lips must have been amusing to the demon, for you heard a chuckle leave his lips. "must you laugh at my misery?"

the feeling of his silk gloves against your bare skin makes you jolt. the cold feeling es of his gloves foreign on your previously covered thigh. the tips of his fingers lightly glide up your skin, beginning to hover when your nightgown covers you. "you have business to attend to, my lady. your morning bath has already been prepared," his voice has a hint ofamusement in it.

a familiar grin finds his face when you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, reluctantly leaving the satin sheets with a glare.

you moan in satisfaction from the warmth of the water, sinking in the basin carefully, letting the waterswallow your body. "my, look at that! there arepleaures to wakening in the morning," sebastian's tone remains professional while adding a sarcastic undertone to it. however, the sarcasm in his words isn't reflected by his actions.

his teeth catch the tips of his gloves, pulling the bothof them off in a smooth motion. he kneels next to the washbasin while rolling up his sleeves.

with the warmth "sebastian" should not have, his hands carefully glide over your skin, the soap imbued sponge being rubbed into your skin. "what exactly, on today's cumbersome schedule?" you question softly, eyes closed as his hands glide inbetween your legs, gently washing your inner thighs.

"well, that "cumbersome" schedule is of importance today, my lady." a smile of amusement is present on his face when he explains, another groan of loathing leaving your lips.

stepping from the bath, he surrounds you with a warm towel. as delicate as ever, he helps you dry off, patting your skin as if it was as fragile as glass. his eyes tend to linger over your skin, a certain glint of hunger (you miss) in them. it seems he doesn't acton whatever desires may be festering as he simply grabs your chemise and slips it over your head.

while discussing the day with him, you absentmindedly lift your arms and turn around as the corset comes in to view. you slightly whimper when he tugs on the strings. "must this meeting be mandatory for me? there's no need for me, i am only a trophy of my father's," the words that leave your mouth begin to sound whiny to his ears. "now, my lady, im sure he's only cautious after that incident," sebastian responds, his voice getting farther as he bends down.

with a tap to your calve you lift your foot, knowing he's slipping on the garter belt suspender. you bend forward, resting your arms on the counter befor eyou when you feel his hands touch your feet delicately. the silk of the stockings on your skin feels familiar, although the process seems a bit slow.

"sebastian?" his ears might have been focused on you; however, his eyes, they were trained on the spot in between your plush thighs.

the position at which you positioned yourself gave him a few of those pretty plump lips. you were always so...inviting and eager to help. surely you wouldn't mind allowing him to fulfill a desire of his. one of his hands slides up the curve of your back, pushing your chest and stomach further against the counter.

you feel that hand slowly trail back down, slidingunderneath the chemise you were wearing to rest onyour ass. his thumbs glide lightly against your foldsbefore spreading your ass, giving him a better viewfrom on the floor.

while you couldn't see his face, you were well aware he licked his lips. after all, it had been a moment since you allowed the "bedding privileges" you agreed on when the contract was first made. therefore, you relaxed, letting him touch and observeyour "virgin cunt" all he wished to. although, the ideaof being watched so closely, looked at as an toy caused a familiar feeling a warmth to trail down toyour abdomen. "s-sebastian," you mumble, wanting to say something.

"sh, sh. give me a moment," he shushes you smiling at the jolt you make when his breath touches your skin. his soft lips pressing gently against your lower ones.

the tips of his fingers move to the slower part of your folds, spreading them to see your little squeezing around nothing. "such debauchery, you've barely been touched." his words get sent straight to your pussy as you start to relax further into his touch. "you said i had a-a meeting today..."

his touches are slight, nothing too rough as his fingertips brush between your folds. "well, my lady-" it's calm until he shoves in index finger to the knuckle in your cunt. the yelp of surprise from your lips makes him smile, your body tensing. "its in two hours, we have time."

at his words your body relaxes. it always makes him smile at how quickly you could switch to being downrght stupid.

such a strong woman completing her job until sebastian utters words of her freedom and suddenly she's no longer a woman fighting for power, she's a harlot giving up her power.

his finger slides along your walls, your body relaxing against the counter. with every languid moment, it became easier to slide in and out, with evey movement your slick covered his fingers. it was adorable how wet you became from such a small action, it only made him want to play with you more. "i wish to have some..fun, my lady. may i?" i wish to see what else i can plant in that pliable mind of yours.

it was a stupid question really. the both of you knew the answer. the familar purple glow of the contract mark came from beneath your navel, a heated feeling begins to fester in your abdomen, thighs pressing together.

"yes!" your response was immediate, the slight crack in your voice amused him. the pleasurable feeling from his finger leaves you along with a whine. you feel him snatch the garter belt suspender down, the tight feeling from the corset loosening as he tugs onthe strings. the peices fall to the floor, his hands on your hips turning you around.

his eyes glow red, pupils like a serpant as he looks up at you. you feel the softness of his wide hands ruband up and down the back of your thighs. "i haven't made you squirt, have i, my lady?" he mumbles against the skin of your inner thigh.

one of his hands pushes up your chemise, a familiar glint of hunger in his eyes when sees the contract mark.

he knows how you feel as the purple circle glows. he knows your insides are throbbing with need and his presence is drowning you with feelings of desire. every thought you had starts to evaporate in the sea of his aura. it was if he was a drug to you, a drug that beckoned the mortal desires an unmarried should not have for her butler. but the drug was sweet, it made your knees weak and your clit throb, it madeyour pussy wet and needy for anything to be slipped in it.

"n-no?" you weren't sure if he was actually asking for answer, but you answered with another question actually, you weren't sure what he meant. what was he going do to you?

"an answer wasn't needed, my dear mistress," he words are soft, his breath lightly hitting your skin. sebastian begins standing up, lifting the fabric from your body as he does. and without a word you lift your arms and let him, the curves and softness of your skin now unfiltered to his eyes.

his hands rub and squeeze your curves, your breasts, your ass. "such a beautiful body, it'd be a shame not to use it." his hands grab the back of your thighs, just under the meat of your ass to lift you up and carry you to the bedroom.

the texture of satin spreads up your back as he sets you down. "i believe your ready for my fingers. you are as wet as a harlot."

the only response he gets is a whine that turns into a moan when two of his lithe fingers slip into your cunt. they curl against the gooey ribbed spot, sending a wave of pleasure through your thighs andup to your chest. the tight coil in your stomach snapped and you release on his fingers.

it was embarrassing how quickly you came. simply from the touch of his fingers, although sebastian knew better. whether or not that pretty head of yours thought about it, his touch was actually a drug toyou.

when that contract was made, your body was his and he could choose whether to rile you up or not. his saliva, his touch, his presence was a literal drug as he consumed you. the throbbing contract mark over your womb increased the feeling. "sebastian." his name left your lips as a whine.

he didn't stop his movements, continuing to stroke your walls with care, his lips trailing up the inside ofyour thigh. his teeth graze your skin and his touch is like fire.

as if reminding you that you would burn in hell. that your decision years prior would come back to haunt you through the "man" fucking you with his fingers.

"wait, why aren't you--ngh!" the speed of his fingers increase, his other warm palm sliding gently over your navel as if to "soothe" the intense pleasure yourreceiving from the strokes of his fingers. a sigh leaves his lips at your words. i know that brain of yours isn't entirely functional, but your ears have been perfectly fine up until now," he insults you, a hint of condescension in his voice.

despite how rude his words were you could only whimper, taking his insult like the good girl you are.you speak, voice quiet and soft, "i didn't...hear."

his eyes catch the shy movement of yours, the corner of his lips twitching as he sees just how cloudy your eyes look. "i suppose i should tell you if im knuckles deep in this pretty little snatch, hm?"

sebastian is so cruel. you suppose its in his demonic nature, but a familiar ignorance made you think he wouldn't be. and you were wrong as words leave his lips. his fingers pump in and out of your cunt, the squelching noises of them sliding in and out fillingyour ears. you knew you were stupid for thinking otherwise when he laughs at you while explaining he won't stop. he'll "train" your pussy to squirt for him. no matter how many orgasms he has to ring out of you.

"so thoughtless, its adorable." you hear his words you hear what he says when he pulls the nth orgasm from you. however, you can't seem to process it. has it been just minutes, or hours? a light sheen of sweat covers your body, the sheets are damp beneath you, your slick coating your inner thighs and his hand.

his hands, god fuck, they don't get tired! they continue curling and pressing as you twitch, your pussy forever sucking him in with wants of more.

your eyes are dull, blankly staring at whatever object across the room, a cloud of pleaure fogging your mind. "i could do anything i wanted to you, and you wouldn't have the mind to even process it," he chuckles, leaning forward to hover over you. his free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"mortals are so fragile. but so delectable when they break."

his lips smash against yours, his serpentine-like tongue sliding between your parted lips. his mouth drinks your moans, despite being aware the entire manor knows what their master is engaging in. its eems some visits will have to be made.

"n'more!" regardless, your sloppy pussy calls him in. "nooo." regardless, you lean into his touch and archyour back."'s 'nough!" regardless, you moan to your heart's content, you greedily swallow whatever taste, whatever touch of him you can get.

"greedy," he growls into your mouth, his fangs nipping at your bottom lip when he pulls away. a choked and disappointed whine leaves your lips at the loss.

the pathetic whimper turning into a sort of scream. his free palm presses down your navel, the fingers occupied by your cunt hook against the gooey ribbed spot inside of you. and he won.

you scream, hips convulsing and legs snapping shut around his hands. your mouth in a perfect 'O' and back arched as a different feeling overcomes you. like a bunch of pressure dropping in your stomach you squirt, wetting his clothing and the sheets. a string of whimpers and incoherent words leaves your lips.

tears stream down the sides of your face you reach another climax. he hears your gasps of air, as if the pleasure stopped your brains ability to tell you to breathe.

"my lady," his voice is smoother, calmer than the tone he had before. one of his hands breaks free from the confines of your thighs rubbing up and down the valley of your breasts. "breathe, its alright."

his gentle shushes and coos grant you the ability to breathe again, gasping for air. "good girl." your eyes focus on him after the praise, finally able to understand what just happened. his hand and sleeve is soaked, your thighs glistening from the clear liquid, and all the while that familar hungry grin remains on his face.

"i'll do the honours of cancelling the meeting."

꒰ n: it was good in the beginning, at least ithink so. and it got worse lmao. i think its kinda cringy...but! i finally did i day! that's a plus. i hate this one sm😭 also, rough latin translation: the lord may not forgive me, but i ask for protection. my soulcalls to the depths of hell, "i offer myself to you." save me. save me. save me. ꒱

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scuderiaferrari When it’s your birthday you make the cake what you want 🍕😅

[kellohara]

Kelley O’Hara Instagram story 7/30/2023

[befuddled-calico-whump]

The Irons

the adventures of Ander Sahota (feat. Vic Shepard)

cw: torture, burning, implied stockholm syndrome

T$$ Masterlist

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He'd never heard him scream before.

The sound was something sharp and unsettling, the voice that made corrections and threats, that gave orders or spoke in gentle whispers, turned mangled and rising and pained.

And all Ander could do was watch, biting down on his gag and doing everything he could to keep his expression stony. It would be his turn next, and he knew he had to hold on to his composure as long as he could.

A mission had gone wrong. 

It happened now and then. Their job was just too dangerous for everything to go right all the time. But this was the first time their adversaries had gotten ahold of him and Shepard together.

Ander clenched his jaw as the masked man pulled an iron from the fire and pressed its glowing tip into Shepard's lower back, a new burn joining the dozen-or-so already scattered across his master's flesh and dragging out another ragged scream.

The guys who had them were shitty interrogators, but they knew how to cause pain.

The masked man's partner, a middle-aged man with a dark goatee, knelt in front of Ander, yanking the gag out of his mouth.

“Anything you want to tell me, boy?”

Ander's upper lip curled back into a snarl. He said nothing. With their methods, he wouldn't be surprised if this group had never actually questioned anyone before. They were probably just enforcers for the mob subsect Black Kite was assigned to collect intel from. Torturers who were used to making an example of their victims, not getting answers.

Goatee grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look in Shepard's direction as the masked man laid the glowing rod across his back, hitting a row of smaller burns like a sick game of connect-the-dots. This time, Shepard’s scream seemed to taper off at the end, and his body sagged in its chains.

Goatee let out an irritated sigh, releasing Ander. “Get him down and wake him up. It's the little one's turn anyway.”

Ander's stomach churned with sour anticipation as the masked man unlocked the cuffs that circled Shepard’s wrists, letting his body hit the ground limply. Under the layers of fear and sick worry for what was to come, Ander thought he should feel at least a little vindicated seeing Shepard be the one in pain for once.

But he wasn't. Even with the bad side of their history, there was also the good, there was also his unshakable attachment to the only real connection he'd had in years. Looking at Shepard’s form as he was dragged across the room and re-chained to the wall, he felt no satisfaction. Only unease, only whatever feeling paired with the words, don't hurt him.

Goatee unlocked Ander's chains and hauled him over to the spot Shepard had vacated, fastening dangling cuffs to his wrists and pulling the chains taut until Ander's arms were forced above his head and his feet hardly touched the ground. He was left hanging there until the masked man managed to revive Shepard, tension already forming in his shoulders, fingers already tingling with numbness.

His master stirred, a tangible sharpness coming to his eyes as he opened them.

“Welcome back,” Goatee said, standing in front of him with his arms crossed. “It’s your friend's turn to suffer, unless you'd rather tell me who sent you. What do you say?”

Nothing. Shepard didn't reply, his face cool as stone.

They both knew how this would go. As spies, they couldn't let anything slip. Lost secrets led to unimaginable ruin. No matter how much pain they were dealt, they'd hold out. Lying wouldn't work. Only silence. Begging or compliance wouldn't save them. Only escape.

Ander focused on his breathing as the masked man pulled the iron from the fire, trying to remove himself from the moment like Shepard had taught him.

Focus on the static in his hands, on the pull in his shoulders. On the brilliant orange as it got closer and closer—

Ander screamed as the glowing tip burned a mark into his ribs, any illusion of control torn away by inescapable pain.

He grit his teeth and beat it back, forcing his mind into the pain itself, tracing its path through his body, skin to nerves to brain.

It's just a signal. It's nothing, it's just a signal to the mind.

Ander clenched his fists, leaning against the chains and panting as the feeling faded.

When he looked up, he found Shepard still and impassive.

He didn't expect anything less.

“Nothing?” Goatee planted a kick into his master's side, getting nothing but a grunt in response. He nodded to the masked man.

“Jab him again.”

And he did.

Again and again, like he was painting Ander's side in reddened burns one dot at a time. The spy screamed until his throat was raw and his head was swimming and his vision blurred with tears he was careful not to shed.

He tried leaning into the mental exercises, into the detachment, but he just wasn't good enough. He wasn't Shepard.

And with the pain came a layer of unreasonability.

An aching desire for Shepard to scream for the masked man to stop, to hold him close and tend his wounds. But such weakness was only allowed behind closed doors.

He found Shepard’s face through smearing vision. Stone and ice, refusing to crack. Ander wondered if he felt anything underneath it, if it was just a protective mask, or if it went all the way through, if Shepard’s very skeleton was encased in frost.

Ander was vaguely aware of shackles unlocking, of the ground rushing up to meet him, of the impact on stone that he barely felt past the burns.

Goatee dragged him back to the wall, chaining him beside Shepard.

Too far to reach him, Ander thought. Too far to be held. Not that Shepard would ever do such a thing. If any comfort was to be found, it was waiting behind endurance and work and blood.

“I'd love to continue this chat, but my friend and I have earned a break. What do you say we pick this up in the morning?” Goatee crossed his arms with a smile, leaning against the wall, towering over Ander. “I think tomorrow my friend wants to flay someone. Maybe just a piece of your back. Maybe he'll skin your entire arm. Who knows?”

Ander tried to suppress a shudder at the thought. Fuck, that would be too much for him to take. Too much for him to even witness.

“My friend has a hard time making decisions though. I know he won't be able to choose who he's skinning alive, so why don't you two give him a hand? You.” He pointed at Shepard. “Tell me which one of you it's going to be.”

Ander didn't dare look back at his master. He didn't want to see if Shepard’s face was contemplating or unchanged, he didn't want to—

“Him,” Shepard said in a voice devoid of emotion, and Ander had to clench his fists so tightly his nails cut his palms to keep his face neutral, to keep from betraying the way the word went straight to his heart.

Him. Shepard answered so easily. No struggle, no attempt at sacrifice, at protecting him, and Ander knew he shouldn't have expected differently, but when your lover and master and tormenter were all one and the same, lines blurred. Things hurt, even when by now, he should be used to it.

Goatee hmmed in a way that almost sounded impressed. “Him it is. I'll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams.”

Ander tucked his legs into his chest as the pair left, pressing his forehead into his knees as hard as he could, like the pressure could keep his emotions bottled. Fuck. Fuck, Shepard would just give him up like that, watch him be skinned and not even blink, not even—

“Little spy.”

The words were almost too soft to make out, but Ander stilled, then uncurled himself, looking towards Shepard.

“Haven't I taught you better?” Shepard was half-standing, his wrists bent around his manacles in such a way it must've been painful. “Take any opening.” One of the cuffs opened with a click.

Ander let out a shaky breath. “I—I thought—”

“No one's getting skinned.” Shepard's other wrist fell free, and he stood, leaning heavily on the wall and fixing Ander with a sharp look. “Free yourself.”

With what? What little tools he'd smuggled in had been lost when the two of them were stripped and frisked by their captors.

An irritated look fell over Shepard’s face when he hesitated, and he moved closer to press a needle into his hand. “If you were taken alone, you'd be losing your flesh in the morning,” he hissed under his breath. “Free yourself.”

Ander forced himself into a crouch, ignoring the burning in his side as the damaged skin there stretched, contorting his arms to access the keyhole with the needle, the metal of the cuffs cutting into his wrists as he worked. Under Shepard's pain-sharpened gaze, Ander felt slow and clumsy as he picked the lock, but eventually both manacles fell open.

“Let’s move,” Shepard said, and Ander followed him to the door, one hand on the wall for support. His eyes went to the burns that covered his master's back, blistering red, dark bruises layered underneath, scars under those. 

Shepard felt pain. He knew, he'd heard him scream. But he was still moving, still standing tall.

His master must've caught him staring, the dim light of the hall catching his face as Shepard picked the heavy lock on the door and swung it open.

“Wounds heal, little spy,” he murmured. “You just need to bury the memories that come with them.” He stepped silently into the hall. “You'll learn.”

Ander hoped so. If he couldn't, the memories would grow to bury him.

~

@theonewithallthefixations , @violets-whumperflies , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink , @whumpsday

[aye-toast]

"Recalling a scan of Simon, his teeth had been in perfect condition, undamaged, and in no way defective or altered from the standard of their model. Daniel had thought his own teeth were also in perfect condition. Had he been wrong?

Unable to scan himself, Daniel opened his mouth before the mirror, and ran his finger along his upper incisors. They felt alright, and they didn’t look strange. Moving to his canines, Daniel pressed the pad of his thumb, trying to assess if they had somehow become sharper than normal. He couldn’t tell, but what would make him look animalistic if not—"

Another art for @timefliesinadream fanfic Replaceable !!! God I wish I had more art for this amazing fanfic. Once again, you should absolutely read this!! @dbh-bb2023

[roxthecreator]

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[uwingdispatch]

New scrunchie drop! I have 8 new scrunchies in the shop covering several eras of Star Wars! Let’s goooooo!

First off we’ve got Yord, Jecki, and Pip from The AcolyteI love how bold and vibrant these are! If these do well I’ll add a few more characters…who would you want to see?

And of course because of the Acolyte, I had to do a Sith Order scrunchie with red lightsabers and the Sith emblem:

Also, a Padmé moment:

I made these with both the lake dress and the Amidalans rebel cell in mind. A bit of Padmé as well as her legacy. The scrunchie has Naboo starfighter, the Naboo royal crest, and the Rebel starbird.

And more droids!

Yall have asked for more sequels stuff, so I made CB-23 and BB-8 scrunchies and these colors just absolutely pop! I also have these R5-D4 scrunchies because I just love that little guy!

Which ones are your faves? I’m so excited about these! Shop is here. 💜

[theangrypomeranian]

Summary:

“Roo, Rudy, Ruderoni.” Louise held out a hand to him, her brows pinching together in concern. “Breathe. I can’t carry your tall butt back inside if you pass out.” He looked up at her and for a moment she thought he was going to try to say something back, maybe make a bad joke or snarky comment, but she absolutely never could have predicted what came out of his mouth next. “Will you marry me?” Louise blinked at him. Once. Twice. Three times. Then - "WHAT?!" . . . or: Louise and Rudy get married for tax purposes. No, really, that's totally it, honest. No way are any actually feelings gonna form. No way... ...unless...? Part of @roudiseshipweek. Title from Paper Rings by Taylor Swift.

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CHERRYBLOGS MDS EU ACHEI ESSA CRIANÇA A CARA DO PIPE MDS MDS

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oh my god pior que é viu, os olhos e as bochechas🫂

vcs tentando me matar pq esses dias eu to louca por um bbzinho desse inominável 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻 eu nunca quis ser mãe e nem me dou bem com criança e eu tava morrendo de vontade de escrever pipe pai💔💔💔💔 mandem orações

[rainbowroute]

Hank, please keep your eyes on the road.

My contribution for the 2023 DBH Big Bang! Here is a link to the fic that it’s paired with! 💜 https://archiveofourown.org/works/50271691/chapters/126989494

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he's so cute 🩷

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Azerbaijan GP '23 // Post Quali

"I couldn't get my groove with the car today...lacking the confidence, the rhythm...Very difficult day for me. [About Charles' pole]: He's been on it since FP1, and he's always been very quick around Baku...I think the team will be happy which is the most important thing, and I'll do my homework tonight to try and catch up."

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