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flkwh0re · 9 months ago
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step mommy wanda putting a camera in your room so she can make sure her little girl isn’t having any girls over or touching herself without mommy knowing 🤭
YES YES YES!!!!
Just thinking abt being so dumb that you don’t realize her advances and hints, so you bring a girl home. Little do you know wanda is watching the two of you, seeing how much you have to fake your pleasure. She eventually ‘catches you’ even tho it’s all apart of what’s she’s planned. Once she’s kicked the girl out, she makes her way back to your room where you’re anxiously waiting for her to return. Apologizes spill from your lips, but she cuts you off with her finger pressed against your lip.
“Shhh detka, mommy’s not mad at you. Now that, that bitch is gone why don’t help you out? The whore couldn’t help my little girl cum, hm?”
So many thoughts would run through your head, how does she know? How is she gonna help me?
“I see that look on your face, don’t worry. Let mommy do all the thinking for you, I’ll help cum sweet girl.”
And then she’d fuck you to soooo many orgasms, to the point you’re dumb incoherent and sensitive. She’d whisper sweet things in your ear, trying to soothe you.
“You did so wonderful for me, such a good girl.”
“Only mommy can make you cum hm?”
“Close your eyes now, rest for mommy.”
UGHHH I love mommy wanda 😵‍💫😵‍💫
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oxpogues4lifexo · 3 months ago
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apparently they cut ties not quite sure about all the tea but word is whatever situation they had is over only a matter of time for the unfollowings
YAYYY
Sorry umm oh no that’s so sad..
Hm OH WELL 🤭
Thank you for the explanation anon 🫶🏻
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heylosers06 · 3 months ago
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Hey anon….🥰🤭
I couldn’t wait either so I drew it. I think it’s so cute I hope you like it. 💕
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mobius-m-mobius · 2 months ago
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First look at Daniel Craig and Drew Starkey in Luca Guadagnino's Queer (2024) for anon 💕
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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 11 months ago
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Billy x thief reader 👀 she tries to pick pocket billy without knowing his reputation which only leads to a flirty confrontation. Love your writing smm 💕
Takes two to tango || Billy the Kid x reader
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A/n: i love this request, keep them coming!!!!! and thank you anon <333
Warnings: none?
Wc: 673
Billy the Kid masterlist
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Divider by @pommecita
Santa Fe's sun dipped low on the horizon, casting golden hues over the terra cote streets. You, adorned in a vibrant red dress that swayed with each sway of your hip, glided through the lively crowd. Your h/c hair framed an innocent smile that could charm even the sternest of faces, a charming and strikingly beautiful young woman whose smile hid secrets, a façade concealing the nimble fingers of a pickpocket.
The people of Santa Fe were oblivious to the danger that walked among them. No one suspected a pretty lady like yourself with a twinkle in your eyes, adorned in jewelry, to be a master of the unsavory art, pickpocketing.
Your charm, your grace that rivaled even the most high status ladies in society was your greatest weapon. Your targets were carefully chosen, and you would distract them with a captivating smile, witty banter, flirtatious charm, and the subtle dance of your nimble fingers.
One fateful day, the town buzzed, a cloud of dust announced the arrival of a lone cowboy. He had an air of mystery about him that drew your attention, a charm that rivaled your own. His rugged features were hidden beneath the brim of his worn hat, his piercing blue eyes surveyed the vibrant scene, taking in the sights and sounds of Santa Fe with a cool confidence.
Unable to resist the lure of a new challenge, you sauntered over to him with a coy smile, your hips swaying subtly with each step. "Well, hello there, stranger. Santa Fe welcomes you," you greeted him, your voice as sweet as honey.
Billy, drawn in by your beauty and charisma, reciprocated with a smile that revealed his dimples, tipping his hat. "Thank you, ma'am. Quite a lively place you got 'ere," his gaze locks on you. "Santa Fe is quite something, I agree." You softly chuckle, your eyes scanning him.
"What brings you here," You tilt your head, letting charm take center change. One corner of his lip tips up, his eyes drifting to the side for a fleeting moment as you inch closer to him.
You engage in conversation as Billy responds with equal enthusiasm. As you spoke, your fingers moved with practiced precision, exploring the edges of his pockets. The marketplace provided the perfect cover, its chaotic ambiance camouflaging your subtle movements.
You reveled in the thrill of the heist, confident that your charm would keep him blissfully unaware. Billy, though new to Santa Fe, was no stranger to the art of survival. His instincts kicked in as he felt the subtle graze of your fingers, and with a swift motion, grabbed your delicate wrist with a slight smirk.
Surprise flashed across your features, but you quickly composed yourself, turning the encounter into a playful interaction. "Well now, what do we have 'ere?" Billy's voice was low and velvety as he spoke. "A charming lady with a mischievous side."
You chuckled, feigning innocence. "Oh, you caught me. I must admit, you're quite perceptive, cowboy. Maybe I just couldn't resist the allure of a handsome cowboy like yourself," Billy's gaze lingered on you, a spark of amusement in his eyes.
Billy chuckled, releasing your wrist. "Well, darlin' you've got nerve I'll give you that, most folks 'round here just tip their hats and move on," You tilt your head coyly to the side at his words.
"I'm not like most folks, and you're not like most cowboys," you arch and eyebrow at him. "Tell me, darlin', what would drive a lady like you to such daring efforts?"
With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you responded, "Survival, perhaps," You shrug, Billy's laugh resonated through the air, a deep and hearty sound.
"Well, you've certainly made my day more interesting, ma'am. But I reckon you should find a more honest way to make a living," A challenge flickered between you and the handsome outlaw, an unspoken understanding that there was more to both of you than met the eye.
"They say there are two paths that a women can take; marry, or whore yourself," You began, looking around before you fold your arms. "Tried whoring," Billy's lips part, "but that only made me realise my self-worth more," Your eyes fall down onto the grown at your feet where you kick a rock.
"Oh I know you're worth more than that, sweetheart." Billy steps closer to you, taking your chin in between his fingers which catches you off guard. The air crackled with a tension that transcended mere flirtation. The dance between pickpocket and cowboy had just begun.
"Seems you've got a talent for lightening a man's pockets," Billy remarked, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as you mirror him. You raised an eyebrow, "it's just a little something I picked up along the way. Keeps life interesting, wouldn't you say?"
Billy leaned against a wooden post, his gaze never leaving yours. "Interesting is one way to put it," he swallows, his eyes watching a family walk past, "most folks call it risky business, though," you lock eyes with him once again.
"Oh, but where's the fun without a bit of risk?" you replied, a playful glint in your eyes. "Besides, I've got a knack for it." Billy chuckled, shaking his head, "Well, ma'am, you've certainly added a twist to my day. Never thought I'd meet a pickpocket so......" he trails off, his eyes swept over you, a heat evident in the way his eyes drank your details, from head to toe before wetting his lips, "charming."
You stepped closer, the little space between you filled with an electric energy. "And I never though I'd such a handsome cowboy with keen instincts. Caught me fair and square." Billy's gaze softened, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
"So, what's a charming lady like you doing in a place like this? There's gotta be more to the story." You sighed, as if revealing a secret. "Life's not always as pretty as it seems. Sometimes, a girl's gotta do what she can to get by."
His expression grew more serious, a subtle understanding passing between you. "We've all go out ways of surviving in this world." He sharply inhales, his hands resting on his hips. "Would you like somethin' to drink, ma'am?" He questions you with a subtle smirk on his lips as you bite your lip lightly, "Though you'd never ask," Billy cracks a smile.
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tsxkkis · 5 months ago
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omg omg can i request? pls ignore if you dont!
s3 of haikyuu will always be my favourite season, maybe due to the fact that tsukishima realizes his potential in playing volleyball? (him having his MOMENT is my favouriteee scene)
so could you write gf manager reader x tsukki, where reader witnesses him having his first moment (blocking ushijima's spike), injuring his hand etc etc up until they receive their throphy and medals in the end ?🥹🥹💕 shes a proudddd reader and literally just smooch smooch hug hug tsukki because hes the mvp of karasuno x shiratorizawa 🥰😤
i realized that theres nobody includes this scene in their fics and i wonder why? 🤔🧐
# tsukishima kei - mvp
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a/n: i am terribly sorry anon bcs this took so long T-T i'm not quite sure about some parts of this fic but overall i really enjoyed writing this request!! tsukishima is my fav for many reasons, one of which being the fact that i see myself in him a lot, and the particular moment during the shiratorizawa vs karasuno match is also my fav from the entire series!! i hope u enjoy reading this fic^^ i feel like it's not exactly what you asked for, so i'm sorry if i went too far away from your idea....
summary: tsukishima finally regains his love for volleyball.
warnings: a few swear words here and there, the fic doesn't exactly portray what happened in the series (i switched it up a bit)
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'are you stressed?'
'not even a bit.'
'you're lying. i can read you like a book.'
tsukishima kei let out a deep breath, rolling his eyes as he looked away from your face. you were obviously right; there was no way he wouldn't be stressed before the game that determined whether or not karasuno would go to nationals. as much as he hated to admit it, he was almost as stressed as others. he was just better at controlling which of his emotions are shown.
you squeezed his hand, his fingers instinctively intertwining with yours. all it took was a reassuring smile from you to help with his nerves, his muscles finally relaxing after being tensed up for the last twenty minutes or so. he still tried to get used to you being more than a friend. your relationship was quite awkward and fresh, so much so in fact that you never even had your first kiss yet.
'i'm sure you'll do great.' you stated calmly, trying to hide the fact that you were even more stressed about the match than him. 'in fact, i'm positive that you'll win.'
'even if we do, it won't be because of me.' he mumbled, letting out a silent laugh when he saw the angry look on your face. 'oh, come on. it's not like i'm the greatest player this team has.'
'you know i hate it when you talk down on yourself.' you said, the tone serious and sharp, rather unusual for you. it stayed like that for only a short while, taken over by a softer, understanding one. 'you're a vital part of this team, tsukishima. winning this match is not up to a single person. it's a team effort. your input is as important as that of kageyama or hinata.'
he opened his mouth to say something but was instantly stopped by the voice of his captain, daichi, calling the team up to quickly warm up as the match was about to start.
you smiled at the boy, letting go of his hand before lightly patting him on the back.
'do your best for me, alright?'
'i will.' a barely noticeable smile appeared on his face, his hand affectionately ruffling your hair. 'don't worry too much about it.'
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you finally realized why tsukishima kei never tried more. why he would never stay longer like other karasuno players to polish his skills, why he didn't truly seem to love the sport he chose to play in high school.
'you're insufferable, you know?' his words sent shivers down your spine. 'why don't you leave it the fuck alone?'
opposite forces, some might say. no one really knew what drew you and tsukishima to eachother - both of you completely different from one another, and yet oh so similar at the same time. frustration took over you every time you looked at him, and now you knew why.
he was like a mirror in which you could see all your flaws, and it irritated you a great deal.
his outlook on life and the way he viewed himself made you furious. how can someone be so full of contradictions? so cocky and confident, and yet so vulnerable and self depreciating at the same time. so full of himself and yet so hateful towards the person he saw in the reflection of every window, every mirror.
how can someone so great at what they do, so intelligent and talented, be so critical?
'because i can't! i can't leave it alone, you absolute moron.' the thought of how loud you were didn't stop you from continuing to shout, a mixed look on your face that tsukishima couldn't quite decipher. were you angry or sad? and why the hell would it bug you so much to evoke such strong emotions within you?
'you're saying i'm insufferable? from the moment i laid my eyes on you, you've been nothing but insufferable. so much so, that i want to gouge them out every time they spot you.' you ignored your watery eyes and tsukishima's surprised face, almost as if he didn't expect you to blow up like this. 'it pains me to see you be so full of doubt and hatred and i- i can't understand why you would think so lowly of yourself, why you feel inferior to the other guys in every way possible, when you could be so much more than them. do you even realize your potential, tsukishima?'
he stayed silent. for the first time since knowing you, tsukishima kei did not have an answer to your words.
'your doubts are so irrational i don't know if it makes me angry or sad. you're truly incredible on the court. you're intelligent, you can read the opponents well, you have the physical predispositions for volleyball and a natural talent that you choose to ignore because-'
'but what is talent without passion?'
that singular sentence managed to catch you off guard so much you had no idea how to answer him. such a simple question, and yet such a philosophical, confusing one.
'why should i put my all into something i'm not even passionate about, huh?' tsukishima tried to keep his composed nature, but it was hard to stay intact after what you've said. as much as he did not want to admit it, your words hit him deeply. 'why waste my time and energy for something that does not give me any satisfaction at all? tell me that, because i have no fucking idea.'
'passion is not something that dissapears once and never shows up again, you idiot.' you took a step closer, as if that was going to help you get your point across. 'if your passion is genuine, it will always be there. whether small or big, it will always crawl around in the back of your mind. if you ever truly loved volleyball, the moment where you fall in love with it again will come sooner or later.'
your words were met with complete silence, but you didn't mind. tsukishima slowly processed your words, a focused look gracing his face, lips in a tight line. even though it was only a couple of minutes, for you it felt like hours - awaiting an answer, any answer at all.
tsukishima moved closer, his tall frame hovering over you as he wrapped his arms around you, catching you in a tight hug, much to your surprise.
'thank you.' he mumbled quietly, glad that in this very moment you couldn't see his face, and the stupid smile plastered to it.
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the moment where you fall in love with it again will come sooner or later.
tsukishima's mind lingered over these words whenever he played, awaiting this moment to come almost eagerly. the match was particularly hard - with ushijima wakatoshi as their opponent, the chances of winning were incredibly slim. every spike of his went through the block, his serves were absolutely killer, and his teammates did everything to deliver the ball to him at all costs.
what a hassle.
you noticed that his demeanor on the court changed from what it used to be. tsukishima seemed more invested now - almost as if he was trying to impress you, to keep his word. as happy as it made you, you were still anxious about the match and it's final score, hand shaky and a bit sweaty as your eyes followed the ball flying around from one side of the net to another.
another spike from ushijima, it'll probably be another point for shiratoriza-
and that's when you realized.
you saw the ball hit the ground on shiratorizawa's side of the net surprised gasps from everyone watching the match. you saw the shocked look on ushijima's face, the horror in the eyes of his teammates as the ball bounced off of the floor for the second, third, fourth time.
silence took over the court for just a mere second, quickly interrupted by tsukishima's triumphant scream.
he looked more than content with his performance. he looked... happy.
the rest of the boys joined him, screaming in unison. it was just one point, right? but for some reason, for both you and tsukishima, this one was worth a thousand.
for the first time in years, tsukishima kei felt that his spark for volleyball came back.
you noticed that his eyes were now focused on you, a full, cheeky smile gracing his face, and it only made you tear up. a short moment, probably insignificant for people around, but for the two of you it was like a breath of fresh air, like getting rid of the shackles that once held you in place, enabling you from moving forward.
'y/n, are you... alright?' coach ukai looked with his brows slightly furrowed, confused by your teary eyes and big grin plastered to your face.
'yeah, yeah, i'm fine. sorry, coach.' you mumbled, bowing a little as your eyes focused on the court. 'actually, could kiyoko replace me here for the rest of the match? i'm not quite feeling well.'
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'tsukishima is injured.'
'what?' akiteru spoke in unison with you, terrified voices mixing together as you looked down from the stands to see the boy walking off of the court and rushing to the medical office along with kiyoko. your instincts took over you - feet moving on their own as you quickly ran towards the same place.
the two blondes followed right behind you, stopping only when in front of the door to the medical office, gasping for air after such a short run. as athletic as your boyfriend was, you were quite the opposite; getting tired after a little to no physical activity at times.
tsukishima saw your head peeking through the doorframe, a small smile on his face the moment he laid eyes on you.before you opened your mouth to say something, he already gave you an answer.
'yes, i feel fine.' he stated quietly, sitting down on the edge of a chair. 'you don't need to worry.'
'are you going back on court?' he only gave you a small nod in response, seemingly feeling better already as he stood up, his hand taped up.
you looked up at him, taking in the expression on his face, just how focused he already was. he looked almost as if he already had a plan to defeat shiratorizawa in this match. seeing him so eager to go back and play almost made you laugh a little - you swore you never saw him get this invested into something ever.
'go and win then.' you mumbled, patting him on the shoulder as he headed towards the gym hall.
'oh don't worry. we will.'
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you couldn't stop the tears rolling down your cheeks as you saw karasuno emerge victorious from the hardest volleyball match they had to play this year, hugging yachi tightly as both of you celebrated the win of your team.
the triumphant screams filled the gym hall, the team emotional after doing what many deemed impossible. as most of them enjoyed themselves, not planning on leaving the euphoric state for a long while, tsukishima could only think of doing one thing - going to you.
you were the only person he truly wanted to celebrate with.
after the ceremony of getting the medals, to everyone's utmost shock, considering your relationship wasn't exactly public, tsukishima went up to you almost immediately, a cocky smile on his face as he ruffled your hair, looking down at you from behind his glasses.
'you didn't exactly look quite as content with your performance before getting the prize.' you mumbled, looking at the blonde haired boy with your head tilted to the side.
'well, i could've blocked more of ushijima's spikes.' he started, rolling his eyes at the sole idea of not being able to do that during today's match. 'i only managed to block one and-'
you decided to use the only method that was for sure going to shut him up in that moment, lightly grabbing him by the tshirt and pulling him closer, lips clashing for a split second in a short, sweet kiss.
'no talking down on yourself today, kei.' you said, unconsciously smiling as you saw his face getting red at what you just did, cheeks covered by a tomato-like red colour. 'i'm proud of you no matter what you think about today's match.'
he stood still for a few seconds, as if processing what had just happened seconds ago, the redness on his face deepening with each passing moment. his hand was quick to grab yours, almost dragging you away from the team and to a more private, less occupied area of the building.
'do that again.' he mumbled, after he finally led you to a quiet hallway.
'huh?'
'it was... nice.'
your eyes lit up, a cheeky smile gracing your face as you finally realized what he was on about.
'ohh, you want another kiss?' you said teasingly, eyes quickly glancing from his face down to his lips. he rolled his eyes, unamused by your act of playing dumb.
'come on, don't make me repeat myself.' still somewhat embarrassed of what he was asking for, tsukishima stood in one place, awaiting your next action.
a sigh left your lips as you took a step towards your boyfriend, standing on your tippy toes to be able to reach his face.
'alright. i guess you deserve it, match mvp.'
your arms were wrapped around his neck in no time as your lips gently touched his, tsukishima immediately kissing you back, hands positioned on your waist as you felt a smile creeping up on his face. he let out a short laugh, seeing your face being just as red as his was moments ago, hand reaching to squeeze yours.
'what?' you mumbled, as he hasn't spoken a word since breaking the kiss.
'that's surely the best prize i got today.'
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edgeray · 4 months ago
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HI, first of all, i love your write so much 💕💕💕💕💕, you're so creative, please, as long as you feel good writing, write!!! You are very good at it, and you feed Arle stans so weel.
Second, did you by any chance watched bridgerton ? If not, just ignore it, it's more to give a historical context (and dresses in beautiful scenery, for sure). Bridgerton is a period show (and books) that takes place at the beginning of the 19th century (1810-1820) [Although, I think Arlecchino would fit even more within the context of the Victorian age, but I think it might be an idea saved for another request]. Given the context, I believe my request becomes clearer :
Arlecchino who pretends to be a man (dressing and acting like one) to get married to the reader.
It's not news to anyone that Arlecchino is part of a powerful nobility family and it's also not news to anyone that she hates playing the female role given to her (and I can't imagine her wearing the fluffy dress ever!!!!), so seeing her childhood best friend become the diamond of the season (basically the favorite debutant of the season for both the queen and the suitors, in a very short way) She realizes that she needs to enter the marriage market too, in this case to fight for your hand.
Please feel free to change any part of the order, I don't want this to become boring for you to write.
So thank you for share your works and read it, (can i?) 🪷anon.
Courting a Lie
(Arlecchino x Fem! Reader)
A/N- Of course you can be 🪷 anon! Thank you for your kind words. I aim to feed. Arle for everyone!! Sorry that this is super late… I will assume the reader is female for this because a debutant is a woman. Also didn't know how to make it GN! since there's no gender neutral aristocratic titles as far as I know. Sorry GN! readers :(  While I haven't watched Bridgerton, from your description of the era, I've read quite a few manhwas set in a European aristocratic society that sounds just like this. I get the general gist of what you're saying from those manhwas so I drew some inspiration from there.  I've never really written for a historical fiction AU so we shall see how this goes. Apologies in advance if it is cringe. I did change a few things for the plot, but not because it was boring, more because of my own plot/backstory building. I actually had a lot of fun researching random bits for this request, and this request is among my most developed and thoughtful works on Tumblr! Still don't know how to dialogue though… I really liked writing this kind of setting so I would be pretty happy if a part 2 of this was requested... how did I do in terms of writing this? hopefully not too far from bridgerton?   Content warnings / info - arlecchino is referred to as a man and uses masculine pronouns for a little bit, 2.0k words
You don't quite remember what occasion it was when you first met her. Perhaps it was a charity ball or some celebration. Either way, you were at most eight years of age when you met your first friend, a quiet, petite child hiding in the corner of the Snezhevna Estate's garden, ducked nearby a bush. You wandered away from the garden party, as you couldn't find any other children your age that weren't pestering, so you explored the edges, admiring the flowers. 
You stumbled upon a white haired child, with her white dress sullied by her kneeling on the dirt. Similarly, her pale hands were soiled, as if she had dug into the earth with her fingers alone. You nearly gasped at the sight–no lady would ruin their dress so carelessly, especially a dress seemingly adorned as hers. Nevertheless, you were in awe of the courage to do so. Was it possible she wasn't educated well? It'd be damaging to her family's reputation if anyone were to see the condition of her apparel.
You approached her carefully, your voice small in hopes that you wouldn't sound rude. 
“Hello,” you greeted first, and the child turned her head over her shoulder, gazing at you. 
Your breath hitched as you glanced at her eyes, each black pit filled with a red cross in the center that made you suppose she didn't fit into any aristocratic family. You didn't know of any noble family that had such eyes, and it's only been known from noble families to hold particular sets of eyes. Did this girl really belong to nobility? 
“I know I'm not supposed to be in the dirt. Now leave me alone,” she says before turning away, her voice sounding far too monotone and androgynous for you to consider her a young noble lady. Nonetheless, the clear difference between her and the other guests of the function intrigued you. She was educated, or at least it seemed like it, but she had a disregard for creating a good impression. You ignored her request, instead, plopping yourself down beside her to see what it was in the dirt she was so interested in. 
“What are you digging in the dirt for?” You asked. She slumped, as if irritated by your persisted presence. 
“I'm looking for bugs. So go away, unless you want a spider on you,” she warned without looking at you, with the evident expectation her threat would ward you away. 
It did not, in fact, deter you. If anything, you pressed on, your expression contorting to that of fascination. “What kind of bugs?”
That seemed to snatch the young girl's attention as she turned to you, widened eyes as she observed you, searching your face for any lies. She couldn't believe that there was someone else who could be so ‘lady-like.’ Her apathy returns shortly after, and she glances back at the mound of dirt before her. 
“Young ladies aren't supposed to be interested in pests or dirtying their hands,” the white-haired child states, but it seems more like a recital of someone else's words. 
“Maybe. But it's fun, right?” You replied, offering her a small smile.
Although she still didn't face you, you watched her eyes gleam with life. Your grin grew in accordance. 
“So… you like bugs?” She questioned as she cups a worm she managed to uproot. 
“No way. Not touching them,” you shutted her down immediately and she pouted as you shook your head vigorously. 
“But… I thought you were better company than those other kids. So… I hope you don't mind having me too much?” you sheepishly remarked, wincing a bit at your apparent nervousness. In response, the girl huffed, gracing you with a faint smile. The sight sent flutters through your stomach, filling you with a rush of giddiness you never felt before. 
“Just don't scream, okay?” Is all she answered back.
And that was how you befriended the bastard daughter of the Snezhevna family. Since then, the two of you have been exchanging letters, and met each other at every possible social gathering in secret. Although your family discouraged meeting her so often, you ignored them. However, when you had just turned twelve, her letters stopped, as if she disappeared. You asked Marchioness Crucabena about her daughter, and all you received from the matriarch was a cold cut message: Peruere was receiving ‘education’ for indefinitely. 
Your heart sunk as you crinkled the letter in your hands, tears welling in your eyes at the thought of never seeing your dear friend again. Where had Peruere gone? You hastily wrote another letter, inquiring more about the education or if Peruere could write you back, but the Marchioness would not indulge you with additional information, essentially telling you to mind your business and to stop writing to her. 
You remember weeping into your pillows for the entire night until your eyes dried up, red and puffy from rubbing them constantly. You were haunted by memories of star gazing, of laying on the garden grass, of lounging in one another's arms. Your few moments of bliss were gone forever, stripped away with her absence. 
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Pureure always wished she wasn't born into a noble family. Aristocratic society was tedious and pretentious. Why her father ever chose to engage with something as disgusting as the Marchioness, it most definitely wasn't out of love–a fabled concept among nobles really. Peruere knew little of what happened to the late Marquess–his death was caused by a carriage accident–but she knew her birth father was with the Marchioness after the death. 
Regardless, between her and her half-sister Clervie, the Marchioness deemed Peruere better fitted as the heir of the family. In Peruere's opinion, Clervie would have made an impressive matriarch. However, when she inquired Clervie about it, her sister vehemently rejected the notion, wanting to remain carefree as she always was. For as heedless as her older sister was, she would be the model of a noblewoman, the favorite debutante had she wanted to take on the aristocratic responsibilities. In any case, Marchioness Crucabena always had a noticeable distaste for the two of them and Peruere suspected it was because she had no sons and marrying once more would mean losing the inheritance of her late husband. 
Peruere soon learned why exactly she was chosen as the next heir. It was easier for her to pose as a male rather than Clervie in order to appease the Marchioness. Added with Peruere's bastard status, few people knew of her existence, or more so, her familial ties with the Marchioness. With the Marchioness’s ‘education’ Peruere, the bastard daughter with a commoner surname, was transformed into Arlecchino Snezhevna, a bastard son with the Snezhevna surname, and so inheritor of the Marquess title. Pereure was erased effectively in the span of six years. 
Because Arlecchino was a bastard son, that label would have made it difficult to impose herself among other noblemen, and most especially, marry another powerful family. In that sense, what she could not make up in legitimacy, she had to make up in other qualities as a noble. Her hours, from dawn to dusk, consisted of history, economy, and art lessons, etiquette and mannerisms classes, 
and learning various skills such as conversational, dancing, equestrian, fencing, and hunting. Obtaining any length of slumber came few and far, and when rest was finally permitted, her body often ached too much for her to drift.
Instead, she laid conscious at night, her head tilted towards the window, the stars winking back at her. Her thoughts returned to you, as they always have during her respites, and she would wonder again and again if you were looking at the same night sky as she was, reminiscing over memories of stargazing. She often raised her hands to her eyes, the only question lingering in her mind would be if you would recognize these hands if she met you again, the same hands that held you. Alone in her chambers, Arlecchino, no Peruere, promised that she would meet you again, and maybe, this time she would never have to leave your side again. 
She only hoped that she would be good enough for you. 
Your heart is thumping rapidly against your chest while your clammy and fidgety hands grasp onto the gloved hand of your dance partner, maintaining deep breaths and keeping your composure as best as possible. You match the steps of the bachelor gracefully and diligentfully, feeling many spectators’ gazes on your back. It’s both invigorating and exhausting to realize that you are the diamond of the season. Receiving this many dance requests is a good sign, yes, but it only means that you are creeping closer to having to choose a suitor.
And inevitably lose Peruere forever. 
You quickly snap out of your thoughts in order to further entertain your dance partner with small talk, and finally the dance ends. 
“Thank you, Earl Childe. It was a pleasure dancing with you. You make an excellent dancer,” you offer the young redhead a beaming expression. 
“You're quite one yourself. I quite enjoyed our time. Perhaps we could dance more privately at a later date?” The sauve bachelor replies back, matching your practiced smile with a cocky one. 
“Perhaps,” is all you say, and thankfully the bachelor walks away. 
You let out a sigh of relief, but it seems you thought too soon, as another set of footsteps approach you from behind. Turning around, you’re met with perhaps the most refined and handsome gentleman you've graced your eyes upon. Immediately, you feel your cheeks swell and you feel unnaturally timid. Sincere red-crossed eyes meet yours, and a faint, charming smile stretches on the lips of the nearing bachelor.
“May I have this dance, Lady [F/N]?” He offers his hand gracefully, and you take his. 
“I haven't introduced myself, pardon me. I am, Earl Arlecchino, Earl of Snezhevna,” he introduces himself with a knowing smile, or rather, she introduces herself as your face contort to that of shock at the mention of her family name. You halt as she initiates the dance, her grin growing as fondness spreads over her facial expression.
“Peruere?” You whisper as you reach out, placing a hesitant hand on her shoulder, your other gloved hand in hers. Her body warmth bleeds through the contact, and you sense it flow through your entire body. 
“It's Arlecchino, for appearances. I trust you won't expose me?” Peruere says, her eyes scanning over your entire form in awe. “You're… I don't quite have enough words to describe you. You're utterly beautiful.” 
You flush at the compliment before you forcefully tear yourself away from the bubbling giddiness within you, nodding at her first question. Your face attempts to appear stern and angry, but your eyes sabotage that. “I missed you… dearly. Where have you gone? Why didn't you write to me? I kept waiting for you…” 
Peruere's face softens, morphing to one of regret and sympathy. “I haven't stopped thinking of you either. My mother demanded I suddenly take lessons on how to be a nobleman, and with that, I was no longer Peruere, but Arlecchino. During that time, I had to endure everything my mother gave me, and I hardly had time to sleep. I have tried to send you some, but I suspected that the Marchioness meticulously checked what was sent and received. I've kept a pile of letters that I wrote for you, so you would be able to read everything I had to say over the years.” 
You inhale slowly before nodding, understanding her words. “You kept plaguing my dreams, Arlecchino. You don't know how long I've wanted to see you. Please… never leave me again. I don't think I can bear being without you again.” 
It's Arlecchino's turn to be surprised. “You… Are you asking me what you think you're asking me?” She breathlessly inquires, her voice on the edge of exhilaration, and you give her a hopeful smile. 
You nod. “I… I always thought you were the one since we were little. I didn't want to spend my time with anyone else. So… can you be beside me again?” 
Peruere nearly melts at your request. “As long as you'll allow me another dance.” 
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bat-boness · 8 months ago
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I found you through the shirtless Vox you drew, I LOVE the electricity scars. I was wondering if you took requests or commissions for Hazbin character/OC (I had an idea about Vox getting a bit... Obsessive about an employee or two that had deer-like traits reminding him of a certain someone lol)
HELLO!!! I'M SO GLAD YOU liked it!! ^_^ and I'm also very glad you loved his elec scars as much as I do!! >:))my commissions are very much open! Just shoot me a DM and I'll give u the details anon!!! 💕also would love to do that idea for u in a comm- it sounds so fun >:)) here's a vox wip sketch!!
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asamary · 8 months ago
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Luminous Au or Fallen Angel au
(idk it just sounds nice☺️)
(and also I just found your art while scrolling and immediately fell in love especially the sweet home au) sorry if I'm rambling love your art btw💕
Anon......... THANK YOU!!
Luminous does sound nice. We are thankful for your idea anon.
And also im glad you like my art! Its mostly just doddle, since im still practicing rendering them sooo yeah..
Have this not yet Finnish piece i drew! :))
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flkwh0re · 8 months ago
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Another one of my midnight thoughts for you🫶
sub!needy!bratty!Wanda (we need more of her) and mommy!reader.
They're both cuddling in bed, but Wanda keeps being a brat and whining about wanting to suck on R's nipples, but R is exhausted from work, so she just wants to sleep.
"But mommy! I need to suck them"
Wanda pouts as she tries lifting R's shirt, but of course, she is stopped.
After minutes of whining and being a brat, R finally took off her shirt, making Wanda excitedly giggle.
"Just touch and squeeze. No sucking, Mommy's sensitive"
R warns, but of course, Wanda chose not to hear that.
Rubbing turns into touching, touching turns into squeezing, and of course, squeezing turns into Wanda launching her lips into R's nipples and sucks on them.
She stubbornly clings into R as she sucks and whimper while R tries to get ahold of her, but Wanda is too strong.
"Please... sweetheart, too much"
R whimper as she holds onto Wanda's hair as she moans, and Wanda continues sucking on her.
"Can't help it mommy, I just want you so bad"
Wanda hums as she continues.
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this but wanda being a power bottom or even js a top is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
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oxpogues4lifexo · 3 months ago
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Thank you other anon for clearing it for me 2, was a bit confusing for me as well :) - I will however say, that he is pretty shit at posting work related stuff and doing the pr ''This is my upcoming project, check it out'' or showing ''gratefulness'' in a sense. He hasn't posted anything with Loewe on his own lol
Yes thank you aswell anon 1!!
Haha I agree 😭
Like everyone posted about the new obx teaser and he’s said nothing!! Aswell as his new movie queer!
I don’t understand why not to be honest I think it would be so good for him if he did I just hope he posts about season 4 when it comes out atleast!!
And your right the whole gratefulness thing, he could atleast put a thank you or a promo on his story if anything!! But nothing 🤷‍♀️
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helsensm · 1 year ago
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KUNG LAO FANS RISE UP 👏👏📢📢📢 you drew him so cuteeehhgg
aaahGHFFfF tHANK YOU ANON 💖❤️😭💕
Kung Lao stole my heart and cured my artblock!
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cometchasinglove · 4 months ago
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Jayce cold during the winter and Starscream warms her up. 💕
(Depends if you see Cybertronians as being hot due to being machines or cold due to giant cooling fans inside of them.)
Hi, anon! So happy that I can finally reach this!
Winter Fluff
Warnings: None
Word Count: 626
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To put it simply, Starscream hated the winter. Personally, he never found enjoyment during the season on Earth. It was cold and miserable, and Starscream didn’t click well with either. And yet, Juniper wanted him to witness its beauty firsthand. Apparently, the season meant a lot to her. 
Who was he to deny her?
Out in the forest, blankets upon blankets of snow covered the land in a glistening glow of white. The moonlight peeked through the leaves of the trees, enveloping the woods in a shower of light. As Starscream rested his wings below a natural overhang, he watched as Juniper hopped around in the snow, diving from mound to mound as she danced in her bulky garments. Evidently, a “coat” was designed to gather warmth for humans. 
Starscream vented with a sigh, smiling at her. Despite the aches and twinges in the gears of his frame, he found her joy to be contagious. Juniper was a cheery girl, tossing various “snowballs” at him. Of course, Starscream didn’t form a counter attack. He wasn’t as foolish as to make her more cold than she already was. 
How could he tell? She was shivering.
Yes, her Cybertronian half kept her warm. For the most part, at least. Just like any Cybertronian, she was still susceptible to the harsh elements. 
Truth be told, it concerned him.
“Juniper?” 
Starscream’s voice caused her to glance at him. Her green eyes glowed bright in the night.
“Yeah, Raptor?” 
The mech’s wings twitched as he approached her, his heeled pedes sinking into the layers of snow.
“I…think it is time that we leave.” He frowned, lifting a claw and gazing down at her. “You don’t appear so well. I suggest that we go to Ratchet for a checkup.” 
The name left a taste in his mouth.
For a nanosec, Juniper shook her head. 
“What? Come on, bro. We’ve only been out here for like ten minutes…”
She was interrupted by her own sneeze. Starscream crossed his arms over his chest plating. Normally, he would grin at her. This time, however, he kept his frown of worry.
“Fine.” Juniper’s shoulders dropped in disappointment. “Let’s go.”
...
Although Starscream was now on “good” terms with the Autobot medic, he still didn’t particularly enjoy his presence. Nonetheless, he could swallow his pride for Juniper. She needed him.
In the medical bay, she rested on her tiny, soft bed, swaddled in blankets and pillows. As Ratchet tended to her vitals, Starscream loomed over his shoulder, always watching and making certain that he was performing everything accurately. Sure, Ratchet complained about it, but Starscream didn’t care. 
Finally, after a short amount of time, Ratchet leaned away from the catwalk and nodded at him.
“She’ll be fine, Starscream.” He began to make his leave, glancing behind him for a moment. “And so will you. Just allow her to rest.”
There was a slight nanosec of silence as Starscream blinked and glared. And then, he focused his attention back on the little, techno-organic human. Slowly, he used one claw to pry the blanket off her. When she realized what he was doing, she reached out for him. Starscream cradled her close in his servos, leaning back against a random medical slab to hold her. Juniper rested on his chest plating, sighing blissfully as she stared at him with a fond smile on her pale face.
Starscream chuckled at her.
“Your nose is red.” 
He touched the tip of his claw to it. In return, Juniper giggled. 
“Yeah, I’m still cold.”
The mech smiled.
“Then by all means…allow me to warm you up, Mouse.”
As Juniper pressed her cheek against his armor, Starscream drew patterns into her back. Perhaps winter wasn’t as horrible as he once thought it was.
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specialagentlokitty · 2 years ago
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Paul Lahote x reader - Princess if the seas
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Hello! Could I request a Paul Lahote x daughter of Poseidon!reader where she's Paul's imprint but he doesn't know she's a demigod until the pack is attacked by gorgons or smth? (Yes I know that they are cliches but my heart loves pjo crossovers😭) i don't know if i said it before but i was the one who requested the pjoxmarvel crossover before and you absolutely just delivered 💕💕💕💕 - Anon 💜
You had told your boyfriend you had to his way from family business, and you weren’t lying to him, this was family business.
A request from your father in fact, to clear the creature out.
You stood tall and proud, swinging the sword in your hand as you wiped some blood with the back of your hand as you looked at the creature in front of you.
“You’re a long way from home my friend, let me send you back down.” You growled.
The Minotaur growled, digging it’s feet into the sand at you drew a small breath, holding your sword horizontally in front of you.
You didn’t know the werewolves that were stood on the cliff above, going to go some scouting when they heard the commotion.
The creature charged at you and you ran, jumping into the air, you jumped on to a small wave of water, throwing yourself in the air as you dodged the attack.
Being big, the creature stumbled and fell over, and you landed on the sand.
You went to attack, but a howl stopped you and you looked up.
“PAUL NO!” You screamed.
In your distracted state, the Minotaur used this as its chance and it charged, throwing you back with the back of its hand.
You slammed into the cliff base, wind leaving your lungs as you chocked, and you fell to your knees.
You gasped for air, hand over your chest as you heaved, and the monster charged again and you barely managed to dodge it.
Behind it you saw the pack of the wolves you held up your hand.
“Get out of here!” You yelled.
Paul looked at you and looked to Sam who was warning him to stay back, and he did, but seeing you in pain he couldn’t bare it.
He growled, digging his paws into the ground.
He had to listen to his alpha, he had no choice in the matter, no matter how he wanted to charge to you, help you, there was no refusing the order from his leader.
The Minotaur turned to the wolves, seeing them as new targets to attack and it pulled itself up, stumbling a few steps as it got ready to charge at them.
You stared at them in pure horror.
Your boyfriend, your friends.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, the monster charged and you gripped your sword tightly in your hand, raising your arm, you threw it with all your might.
It lodged itself into the monsters back, and it roared, shaking the very ground as it turned to you.
You ignored the blinding pain and pushed yourself to your feet.
Paul watched you carefully, watching as you pulled yourself to your feet, his ears flattened as he whined, hearing your pained cry.
You stood up and started to limp forward, holding your hand, the waves of the ocean creeping closer towards you.
They surged under your feet, slowly making their way around your body, and slowly healed the wounds your body held.
“Leave me and my friends alone.” You snarled.
Paul had never seen this side of you.
He’d always seen you so loving, gentle, caring.
Never had he seen such rage, pure untamed anger flowing through somebody.
You put your hand into your pocket, pulling your a coin you flipped it into the air, and you caught the sword by its hilt.
The water built up under your feet, raising you in the air.
“Heed my warning, you and all the monsters in Tartarus I will be sure to kill each and every one of you!” You roared.
Bringing your sword down, you stabbed the monster in the neck and you let go of your sword, watching as it’s body fell to the floor.
You panted heavily, the pain getting to you, but you looked to the werewolves.
Paul started back as your eyes met his, and he looked to Sam who gave a small nod of his head.
Paul crept forward, cautiously going around the dead monster as he transformed back and walked over to where you were now standing on the sand.
“What.. I don’t…”
You looked at him, hand on your chest and you turned to the ocean, slowly making your way back but you fell to your knees, coughing up so blood.
“(Y/N)!”
Paul rushed over, picking you up and he looked confused.
“The.. the water…” you coughed out.
He nodded, running to the ocean, once he was waist deep he gently laid you in the water, his arms holding you up.
He watched as the water crawled up your skin, surrounding the cuts and bruising.
You started up at Paul, your hand lightly touching his cheek, brushing against his skin as you smiled softly up at him.
“What are you…?” He asked.
Sure, when he imprinted on you he saw the future, he saw glimpses of his life with you, he saw things he wasn’t able to explain.
But nothing about him was normal either.
You moved from his arms, standing on your feet, the water coming up to your shoulders and you reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Do you trust me…?”
He nodded his head.
Of course he trusted you.
You nodded and took his hand, leading him back to the shore and you looked at him before turning to the water.
Taking a deep breath, you looked at you hand.
“I’m a demigod Paul, princess of the oceans, ruler of the underwater world.” You said.
He furrowed his brows and you looked to him.
“Just watch.”
You started to explain everything to him and he watched as you put your hands together and slowly moved them apart.
The water at your feet started to part, and slowly the whole ocean began to part, large waves rising up.
Paul started in pure shock and looked to you in amazement.
You lowered your hand and the water came crashing down.
You turned to look at him.
“I never thought I’d even live this far if I’m being honest, it’s a dangerous life.”
“No more dangerous than fighting vampires.” He said.
You smiled and shook your head.
“I suppose not.”
Paul leant down, kissing you softly and you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back with a smile on your face.
You didn’t know the ins and outs of the werewolves or the pack so now he knew about you, maybe it would make it easier for you both to explain your situations to one another
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mikeygefan · 16 hours ago
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have u tried drawing mikey in that one slutty dickies dress and fishnets?? not forcing btw i love ur art sososoosomuccchhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
Hi anon!! Tysm!! 👀💕
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I already drew it in my sketchbook!!! 👏🥳
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eobe · 2 days ago
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Fandom hate has no place here!
Only anon love!
💖💖💖💖
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🤩 Dearest Anon! 💗Absolutely agreed! We‘ve got so much love in our fandom, this is so BEAUTIFUL!!! 💗🫠💕🤩
My drawing pad AND paper with pencil are out of reach at the monent, so I finger drew you a loving Anon shiny directly out of my heart on my phone for yooouuuu!!! 😍🫶✨
THIS IS THE WAY 😎🙏
May the force be with you, lovely Anon! 🫶✨
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