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[pizzabox-box]

"In his own anger and resentment towards Peppi-no, Peppino is sort of becoming the monster that he thinks Peppi-no is"

You hit the nail on the head with that comment! One could say that Peppino is losing his head watching Peppi-no impersonate him and slander his name. With each passing day he grows more and more irritated as he strays further from who he used to be.

But to give Peppino some credit he didn't start immediately screaming at Peppi-no upon confronting him face to face. At first he simply reminded Peppi-no that he can't keep this act up, that he has to tell the truth. But upon hearing Peppi-no respond with basically:"

"I can't say the truth, they would hurt me :( I'm sorry"

he snapped. "He's sorry? Sorry my ass! He took my life. "Sorry" isn't going to fix anything! He's just trying to save his own head!"

And Peppino is right. Peppi-no is trying to save his own head. He knows that once the truth comes out he's going to face the consequenses. How do you think Peppino's friends will react once they find out?

Of course, Peppino's aproach to make Peppi-no confess isn't ideal but hey, he's no therapist .The poor chef needs therapy himself. (And I'm not sure if there are any therapists in the "Inbetween spaces")

They both are victims of a very cruel joke. Peppino acknowledges that to a degree, so he's still going pretty easy on Peppi-no in comparison of what he could do. (Trust me, in an older version of the comic Peppino was relentless.) I already said it in another older post but i would like them to somewhat reconcile by the end.

They have a very interisting dynamic, it's something I would like to explore more in the future.

How the tables have turned!

Bonus: Their dynamic in nutshell. Explained by a crappy edit of a photo.

[pizzabox-box]

Boxinno may be small but he knows where to strike!

Woah, this is incredible! You got me for a second when I thought "aww friends :3" but then the next panel came and I was like "OH..oh no". Glad to see that Boxinno made it out, and even saved his pizza friends! Love the way you draw these guys, they are so frickin' adorable!

Thank you so much! 💗💗💗

Hello! I just wanted to say that I love your Fake Peppino! He looks so cuddly and gentle and hugable! (even when he brutally murdered his clone :3) Hes the ultimate goofer

Also how do you think your Fake Pep would react to Boxinno? I think it would be a pretty funny scenario knowing how Boxinno is so scared of everything (especially Peppinos)

A picture of Boxinno!

Cute Boxinno, the fastest pizza in the world  ━━★

Boxinno is the hero every pizza needs <3

[marclef]

today's lesson: things that Fakey probably shouldn't ask to fellow Fake Peppinos

(featuring DMW Peppi-no from @pizzabox-box)

(my poor dear Fakey might be a little too curious 👁👁💧)

[neocrash1101]

Wriggling Pizza

P:"Perché? This is just regular dough, right?"

@pizzabox-box

It looks similar to my previous drawing... but maybe this one is more lively...

[sonippep-hohu]

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[sunny6677]

CAM IN WTFUTURE!!

@mayisgoingnuts

(A small drawing of Cams future self for this sjjdjs)

The episode begins with Edd, Matt, Cam and Tom walking through the rain together with Cam having a hoodie over his head (or he doesn't because he's too calm to care for the rain—it works either way). He kinda quietly listens to the whole exchange between Edd and Tom bickering, most likely smiling the entire time as he watches.

When it cuts back to the boys after the small gag with Future Edd teleporting in though and also the intro—Cam (still smiling) appears to just be listening to whatever Tom is rambling about with the others, only to look over when Edd points out the 'sinister guy in the alleyway'. Cam probably either laughs because the guy looks weird though or he just thinks the guy looks cool—or he dismisses it. But then they see Future Edd waiting in another alleyway, only for him to vanish when a bus passes by.

Cam simply says '..oh, yeah..' when Matt remarks that it looks like Edd with a beard. And when Edd denies that it's him, Future Edd suddenly shows up going "Or is it?", and Edd immediately denies it again—at least until he sees the shocked looks on the others faces. Cam only looks like mildly surprised at best though, or he just blinks calmly. Either way, Future Edd starts to go on his small monologue, and then straight up whips out a gun after explaining how cola has been outlawed as a drug all over the globe. Cam still isn't afraid whatsoever—and just kinda blinks at this (though internally he's like kind of offended at least because Future Edd is trying to shoot Current Edd—cuz a part of him doesn't really think this could be Edd, or he just doesn't feel anything since if this is Edd he doesn't really mind what he's doing).

Either way, after the gun becomes more futuristic—they're all forced to run—with their of course being the gag of Cam just standing there and having to be pulled away by Edd again. Cam just starts running with a blank face with the others from Future Edd or he's just dragged by Edd the whole time (and probably looks back at Future Edd with an offended face anytime he tries shooting at Edd), at least until they get to their house.

After Matt says they should all grab what they need, Cams little gag during this scene is him going to his room and opening a secret large safe in his room that keeps an absurd amount of strawberry milks inside. When he looks at it, he just places his hands on his hips and goes "..sick".

After that, Edds "escape plan" commences, with Cam being the only one out of Tom and Matt who's smiling and isn't dancing to the music, but he is just kinda staring at him happily. And when they arrive at the diner, he's once again the only one smiling as they walk in.

The waitress, when it cuts to the next scene, refers to Cams order as 'Lasagna with a side of macarons' (making a very confused/disgusted face as she does so). And when Matt fails to flirt with the waitress, Cams smile fades a bit since he feels kinda bad for him (he's also sitting next to Edd in this scene).

When Matt asks why they're running away if Future Edd only wants to kill his current self (with Current Edd becoming offended at this), Cam just shrugs and says it 'wouldn't be too cool if Edd died' or just nonchalantly says he just wanted to go out somewhere, with Tom saying his line about the idea of living with just Matt & Cam sucking after. Though Cam only briefly looks at him rather than getting visibly offended like Matt.

Hey Heads corpse gets thrown through the window after Edd hears him say 'Hey Head' yet again—and Future Edd rushes into the store. Future Edd asks why he wouldn't know where his past self would be hiding after Tom exclaims 'HOLY PUG IN A PIZZABOX!'. Edd tries asking how come it took him so long to find them then—but Future Edd just tells him to shut up and prepare to die. Tom then asks how they know it's him though, so Future Edd tells them about the Lucky Can thing and Edd realizes he's right. Future Edd then starts to actually try and kill Current Edd, who nervously asks if this will create some kind of paradox. Eduardo says that thing only happens in the movies, it glitches out and the cut to reality gag kinda happens, but it eventually comes back to Future Edd looking shocked. Cam for some reason smiles and laughs at this as if he had something to do wjth it—Edd notices the gallon of cokes the waitress is bringing though and sprays it at his Future Self. And after he does that, they all run off to the back with Cam taking the other gallon of coke for Edd. He then drives off with the others.

There's a brief scene of Older Cam when Future Edd goes to the early 2000s version of the show, but he just runs away with the others while looking horrified.

Cam appears again when Edd is distracted—being the only one who's smiling as Edd gleefully looks at all the screens. When Tom tried to get back to the cars, Future Edd shows up again with his army of alternate self's, but they all end up running away. He remarks about how can this plan get any worse, only for Future Tom and Future Matt to show up. Cam, seeming actually impressed, goes—"Woah.. sick".

Cam ends up asking about his future self at some point I imagine, with there being a scene of Matt explaining that Future Cam is apparently imprisoned right now—and it showing a cut of Future Cam being handcuffed to someone off-screen—simply just sighing bitterly as he watches someone slide a paper ruling that platinum-blonde hair dye is a punishable offense and is considered illegal. He simply says he knows—he just doesn't care (and then he possibly gets punched or something affer). It cuts back to Current Cam, who simply goes "..damn".

Future Tom explains to Tom that his eyes got cancer from the laser thing, but either way, he begins to start trying to stop Future Edd from his 'selfish needs'. Future Edd becomes panicked at this and grabs his future self by the hood, which leads to Edd smacking him in the face with Susan and both Tom's screaming "NO! SUSAN!". Future Tom tries shooting at Future Edd, leading to Edd deflecting the bullet with a photo of Matt. The time machine is knocked out of Future Edds hands though, and before Future Edd can get up to grab it, Cam notices he's still holding the gallon of cola. So he simply tosses it over to Future Edd, who frantically scrambles for it while being held down. Edd then tries to grab the time machine, but he nearly gets shot by Future Edds gun thingy with he still has, and accidentally throws the machine toward Matt. (I can't decide if it should be him still or Cam that he throws it to—and I also can't decide if Cam shouldn't throw the gallon at all cuz he was saving it for Current Edd or if he should struggle between giving it to Current Edd or Future Edd since they're the same person)

If it's Matt, it still ends the same with him becoming the king and inventor of everything (with Cam probably being his right hand man for everything). But if it's Cam, he travels into the future with a calm but determined look—and instead, he teleports to somewhere where his future self is chained by the arm. His future self gives him a weird look—but Cam notices the things that say platinum blonde hair dye AND cola are illegal, so he either destroys them both or scribbles on them to say something else. And before he just dips back into the past, he goes 'sick hair, man'. This probably leads to a gag where it cuts all the way back to when Tom is talking to Matt, Edd and Cam at the beginning of the episode—they all pause and Tom asks what they were talking about. And then it just ends there./lh

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[pizzabox-box]

In a way, being unable to settle on a Dead Man Peppino design is diagetic. Lost his way, dead, clinging to consciousness, watching an imperfect clone resulting in him losing track of what HE really should be

I couldn't have said that better!

[pizzabox-box]

This. As much as I want the poor guy to live his best life there's just something about putting Peppino through scenarios that would break any other person. But not this guy. Peppino just keeps pushing through no matter what.

Okay so.. I have a confession for this blog finally..

I enjoy well written sfw Peppino pizza tower fanfiction as much as the next guy, but honestly.. y’all give Peppino too much comfort

AND BEFORE ANYONE ATTACKS ME.. Yes, he deserves it and I do enjoy some scenarios/stories where the poor guy gets a break.. but it’s way more interesting to see him trying his hardest and still getting thrown back down in the mud.. just to get back up again

I want more hurt/no comfort fics fr!!!! (Like something horrible and traumatizing happens to him for the 1000th time and he gets upset and everything but eventually is just like “welp.. that sucks. But I gotta keep the pizzeria running..”) Which no one has to do.. and I should actually probably do it myself, but I would also like to see other people have their take on this yk

Peppino Spaghetti is such an interesting character because no matter what horrible thing happens to him, he just has to keep going, yeah, he’s miserable and everything, but he doesn’t give up.. I think that’s admirable, I like that about his character. And it also could create super impactful angst if done right and who doesn’t love that??? >:)

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[hertzwritings]

You should see me in a crown

A/N: Yeah, you’re getting more – I am procrastinating hard because I hate exams and they kill me. Anyway, I hope y’all will enjoy it, because I sure as hell loved writing it! Also, I’m trying to go as much in order as possible – hopefully, it’s by request, but if I can’t remember which came first, I’ll do them in numerical order of the prompt-list.

Prompt:  Y/N is a lingerie-model and she needs help getting some photos added to her portfolio – who better than her hot photographer-neighbor?

 You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized drabble, one shot or multichapter fic, with whatever you want in it!

 Remember, feedback feeds the soul (mine in particular) and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits because I am me, and I have none!

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PROMPTLIST

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 Pairing: Photographer!Henry Cavill x female reader

Contains: Language, strangers to lovers, fluff, SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), fingering, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, cream pie, praise kink, slight degradation kink, slight dumbification, SO MUCH SEXUAL TENSION, p in v, unprotected sex

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 You should see me in a crown

 You groaned and tried to angle yourself better – it didn’t help, half of your body was either obscured, or your body looked off. It was annoying. Damn this pandemic, having booked up any available photographers for the next four months, when you needed your portfolio up to date by the end of the week.

Apparently, selfies weren’t really a go-to when it came to that kind of thing. You had managed fine with the headshots, but the rest was all wrong and off, and you were shit out of options at this point.

You groaned and pulled your robe on, tightening it around your waist, covering the expensive lingerie you had been sent; it was beautiful, rose-colored and lacy, but you couldn’t capture it right at all.

This called for your favorite: Pizza. Maybe not the best option for you, seeing as you were modeling underwear, but you needed comfort and cheese. Stat. You ordered quickly and poured yourself a healthy glass of wine, when you heard it – your neighbor began playing his music again, and you tilted your head with a smile on your lips, trying to figure out what he was listening today.

You never really spoke to apartment A34. He was nice, but really quiet. He had moved in a week after you, and other than the occasional hey when you spotted each other in the hallway, you didn’t really know him or anything about him. He did have a nice, soft and deep voice, and the smile could melt stone. He wore a camera around his neck almost all the time, you saw him.

The only thing you knew for sure, was that his music reflected his feelings. You had gathered that fact after you ran into a rather uptight-looking woman, who rushed from his apartment, mumbling something under her breath about crazy photographers and their shit and he had blasted Halestorm (and Love bites (but so do I) had been repeated more times than necessary) through the night. You didn’t mind. Then it was Hozier, which only played when it rained, sometimes followed by the smell of apple-pie. He listened to The Beatles on good days, where you could faintly hear him sing along, and on sunny days, he listened to Mother Mother, which, in your opinion, wasn’t exactly sunny music, but you didn’t mind. He had good taste, at least.

 Today it was something new; it sounded like The Bravery, which you hadn’t heard him play before, and you tapped your foot along to it, as you waited for your food to arrive. You cleaned up a little, trying to pass time, and you sighed gratefully when a knock sounded on the door.

You opened it to your handsome A34-neighbor, who held a pizzabox and a sheepish smile on his face. “Hi, sorry. They, er, delivered this. I’m pretty sure I didn’t order it, so…” He handed it to you. “Thank you. Happens more than I like.” You said with a smile and pointed to his camera, that was dutifully slung around his neck. “Photographer?” You asked. He nodded. “Yep. I, er…” You smiled. “British?” “Yeah, is it that obvious?” He asked, smirking a little. “A little. It’s cute, though. Fits you.” You said, before looking down at your pizza. “I should…” “Oh, of course. Have a good night, A32.” He said with a grin. “You too, A34.”

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While you chewed your way through cheesy goodness, you were deep in thought. It might be a shitty idea brought on by copious amounts of wine, or maybe you just had zero self-respect at this point, but the thought of asking A34 for help seemed like a better and better idea by the second.

You decided it wouldn’t hurt to at least ask, so you gathered all your courage and straightened up, fixed your hair, and trudged to his door, knocking softly. You had to knock three times before the music turned down and the door opened to a rather surprised face.

“A32. What can I do for you?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe. His arms were huge, you noted – it sent an involuntary shiver run down the length of your body, and you did your very best to appear very professional and not at all thirsty.

“So, you’re a photographer.” “I am.” “What kind?” “Am I in a job-interview?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and a playful smile on his lips. “I do a little of everything. I’m best with portraits.” You exhaled. “Thank God. Okay, do you by any chance have time to help me out?” He looked at you with furrowed brows. “Oh, shit, sorry. I’m a model, and I need some shoots for my portfolio, but because of the pandemic, every single photographer has been booked out for months. I have a week.” You said sheepishly. “I promise, I’ll pay you. I just… I won’t get jobs if I don’t have a portfolio that’s up to date.” You finished with a hopeful smile. “Err…” He bit his lip – why was that so damn hot – and glanced behind him. “You know what, I can probably take a few for you.” You jumped in happiness and hugged him – he grunted at the impact, but hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist. You pulled away with warm cheeks. “Thank you so much.” He smiled. “No problem. I’ll be over in 15.” You turned to leave, when he called out. “Wait, can’t call you A32 forever. What’s your name?” You grinned widely at him. “Y/N.” “Hi, Y/N, good to meet you. I’m Henry.” The way he spoke your name, almost tasting it as it rolled over his tongue, made you clench your thighs together. Shit.

 Exactly 15 minutes later (all of which you had spent throwing the mess in your apartment into every, single closet and dresser, while trying to make yourself look presentable and without cheese between your teeth), he knocked on your door.

“It’s open, come on in!” You yelled out, fixing the three sets of lingerie, you needed pictures of on your couch. He stepped inside, carrying a camera in his hand, one around his neck and a case full of lenses in his right hand. You quirked your eyebrow at it. He grinned and carefully set everything down.

“Didn’t know what you needed when it came to focus, lenses and or light. Might as well come prepared, right?” You nodded. “Seriously, thank you. Do you want a glass of wine or a beer?” He hummed. “Wine would be great. American beer taste like straight piss.” You laughed and poured him a hearty glass of wine, handing it over. He took a sip.

“So, what are we shooting? And where?” He looked around your apartment. “It’s cozy, by the way.” You grinned. “Thank you. I try.” You glanced at him – he looked oddly at home in your apartment, both like he had been here several times before, but also – in a strange way – like he belonged.

“You know, I hear your music sometimes.” You said, drinking a sip of your own wine. You didn’t get nervous in front of cameras normally, so why was this guy making you feel like a leaf, holding on against the sheer force of wind on a late autumn day? Maybe, you mused, it was the fact that his head almost hit your ceiling-lamp and he took up a lot of space in your small living room. He was a giant, broad and if he didn’t exude casual energy, you were sure he’d command a room just by stepping into it.   “Oh, really? Shit, I’m sorry.” You shook your head and laughed a little. “It’s fine, really. I like it. I can kind of tell what kind of day you’re having with your choice in music.” “Fuck.” He chuckled. “Damn, you know a lot more about me than I know about you, then. I’ll keep it down.” “it’s fine, seriously. I don’t think you’re playing all that loud, the walls are just really thin, and I think that your living room borders my bedroom.” You said with a shy smile. You didn’t want to think about the possibility of that sound traveling both ways, because that meant he had heard some less than savory things coming from you late at night. “Enlighten me, then. What is your thesis on my mood and music?” You shrugged and drank again, feeling a little hot under his gaze. “You listen to If I Fell by the Beatles when you’re stressed. I can hear you banging about when it plays.” He hummed. “Oh, and I’d steer clear of you if you’re listening to Black Label Society. I can hear you stomp around.” He laughed at that. “Damn, I should listen to something new to keep you on your toes.” “I like knowing you like that. It’s intimate.” You closed your eyes in pure shame. “Oh my God, just forget that.” He roared with laughter. “Okay, let’s just… Okay, just, we’re shooting in here.” You said, laughing along with him as you led him to your bedroom – he was easy to be around, which was a definite plus. “Oh, your bedroom?” He asked, swallowing thickly. “Yeah, it’s the best light in the entire apartment. Hope that’s okay…?” You asked, pointing to the ring light you had set up. “I mean, I have this, so the light will be better. The sun’s down, so the natural light is a bust.” He nodded, going into photographer-mode. “Would you mind if I move around a bit?” “Not at all.” He nodded. “Oh, what are we shooting?” He asked absentmindedly. “Well… So, I’m a lingerie-model.” You said with a sly smile. He sputtered. “Sorry?” Your cheeks were burning up. “Yeah. And I need some new things because a few… Uhm, areas have changed a bit.” You said, glancing down at your chest. You had previously thought that boob-growth would stop after your teens, but apparently not. “So… I, er, you need… Me… Er, to..” “Take pictures? Headshots and a few full body pictures? I need a few different sets photographed, because they sit differently depending on what type it is.” You explained, wringing your hands. “Would that be okay?” He swallowed again, his eyes darting to your robe. “Oh, yeah, sure. I just… Need to get the right lenses. And all that jiz…” he caught himself. “All that jazz.” You swallowed thickly. Oh boy, this was going to be hard. “Cool. I’ll let you set up and, uh, I’ll… Get my stuff ready.” Why did he have to be attractive?

 You came back to the bedroom a few minutes later, while he was screwing on a lens – he had moved your bed a little out of the way (how he had managed that alone boggled your mind, because it had required you and two movers to put it in place) and he had put up the light where he wanted it. “I was thinking we’ll do some soft light ones, maybe on the bed, and a few full body ones on the stool.” He pointed to a stool from your kitchen, he had placed in front of the only blank wall in your bedroom. “We’ll see what feels most comfortable for you, and just kind of experiment, if you’re up for it?” He was being entirely professional, and you thanked him silently for being able to do it. You nodded and smiled. “I have three different sets to shoot, so could we maybe start on the stool? I’d love to have some standing ones too.” “Oh, yeah, of course. Whenever you’re ready.” “How much am I going to owe you?” You asked, pulling your wallet out. “Oh, about that…” He smiled sweetly at you. “I was actually wondering if you wanted to do a few extra for me? It would be a great way to expand on my own portfolio as well.” “Seriously?” “Yeah. Free of charge, if you’re okay with lending me your body.” He coughed. “For pictures! Pictures, of course.” You bit your lip. “Sure thing, Henry.” You walked to the stool and stood in front of it as he adjusted the lights and the setting on his camera. “Can you take the robe off? I need to see how the light reflects on your skin in the camer…” He stopped talking when the robe fell from your shoulders. The rose-colored set with garters seemed to have left him speechless. You looked at him through your eyelashes – totally unintentionally, of course – and cleared your throat. “Is this okay…?” You asked. He nodded. “Y-yeah, that’s, er, t-that’s great. Just… One moment, please.” He looked through his camera and tweaked a few things. “Would you mind if I put music on? I just feel more at ease like that.” You were lying through your teeth. You would have no issue doing this without music, but you needed something to distract yourself just a little. Besides, you had the perfect playlist in mind.

“Yeah, no, go right ahead.” You jumped off the stool and turned on your speakers, finding your playlist – you had in a bout of inspiration called it fuck me – and put it on. You breathed a sigh of relief as familiar music began streaming and you got back on the chair. “Ready when you are.”

 The stool-pictures had gone easily by, him telling you positions that would work best on camera and he even went as far as adjusting you sometimes – every time his warm hand touched your skin, you had sucked in a breath, trying to contain your absolutely inappropriate wetness. When you decided it was enough, you quickly switched to a different set – this one was red, and a babydoll in sheer mesh covered most of you, but you realized that your nipples were very visible through the sheer fabric. You groaned. Fucking shit.

“Let’s do a few standing.” He mumbled, not looking at you. You stood in front of the ring light, and when he saw you through his lens, you swore you heard him mutter a small fucking shit. “Yup, perfect. Right there.” He huffed, biting his teeth together hard enough to make his jaw clench.

 This shoot went on just as well as the other, but the tension was insane. You felt like you could barely breathe, while he snapped pictures of you, still adjusting you every which way, sometimes even grazing your hardened nipple. It was too much.

 “I’ll… Change.” You mumbled, hurrying from your bedroom as the thumbing tones from E-girls are ruining my life rang out behind you. You were an idiot for putting music on, that would under normal circumstances make you feel wild and slightly horny.

The last set was black and lacy, but sheer as hell. It had a garterbelt and thigh highs too, the fabric of the bra barely covered your chest and the high-waisted thong made you shiver; you knew it looked good, but you were a little worried about wearing so little in front of him. Hopefully his camera wouldn’t pick up on how wet you were.

 His eyes found yours in the moment, you stepped inside, and he groaned. “Come on.” He looked like he was in pain. “Bed?” You asked, and he nodded tightly. You didn’t miss the way he adjusted himself in his pants but decided to ignore it. You were a professional, after all. You laid down on the bed and he snapped a few pictures, before showing them to you. “Wow, I think I got what I needed!” You said happily. “Uh, did you want to get some as well?” You asked softly. He drew a deep breath. “Yeah. If that’s okay.” “Sure thing. Tell me what to do.” He sucked a breath in between his teeth and you clenched your thighs together. Fucking hell, it had gotten hot in here. “Okay, can you lay on your stomach, legs up and crossed? Oh, and take your hair down, please.” You followed instructions and you heard a small, almost inaudible whisper of fuck as you did. “Okay, now… Cross your arms at the elbows, and kind of… Stretch out a little. Elongate your back and push your, er, behind up, please.” You looked at him with a smirk and a crooked eyebrow. “Just trust me.” He grinned. “Alright.” You did what he asked, and you instantly felt why he needed you like this; you felt sexy as hell in this position. You shot him a smile through the tufts of hair hanging down. “Fuck, yes. Stay right there, like that.” He snapped a few pictures. “Okay… Do you trust me?” Weirdly, you did. “Yes.” “Good. Can you lay down on your back for me, darling?” The nickname wasn’t lost on you, and it sent shivers down your legs. He cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah.” You laid on your back, and he let the camera fall to his chest again, hanging from the strap on his neck. “Two seconds. Is it okay if I touch you?” He asked genuinely. You nodded. “Thank you.” He smiled and began arranging your hair around your face, the tip of his tongue sticking out slightly between his lips. You had to seriously contain yourself from sucking it. He began slowly letting his fingers trail down to your arms, leaving goosebumps in his wake, whenever he touched your skin. He slowly, but surely, grabbed your wrists and you sucked in a sharp breath as you felt his fingers wrap around your wrists, before slowly moving your arms above your head, crossing your wrists. You were shaking, when he slowly moved his hands to your waist – letting his fingers trail to your ribs first – and then your hips, grabbing them and angling you a little. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. His fingers were burning on your skin, and there was tension high enough to power a small city between you. His fingers slid from your hips to your thighs and you almost moaned when the tips of his fingers held your inner thighs until they moved to your knees. He grabbed you from the back of your knee and lifted your leg into position. He shot you a smile, his eyes a little darker than before, and then he climbed on the fucking bed.

 You didn’t move, when he stood, straddling your shins with wide legs, angling the camera. “Perfect.” He mumbled and you looked straight into the lens. You had never felt anything more sensual than this very moment. “Okay, can you… This is going to sound weird, but can you think of something… Sexy?” “Something sexy?” You could think of plenty. “Like what?” He blushed a little and lowered the camera. “I just need a specific look from you.” “Henry, just say what you need.” He licked his lips. “Think of whatever you want someone to do to you. What you like… What turns you on, anything, really.” You exhaled a shaky breath. No problem.

“You got it.” Your mind flooded with absolutely filthy things. Henry pinning your wrists as you moaned underneath him. Henry between your legs. Henry fucking you deeply, biting your collarbone. Kissing Henry. In reality, you just imagined Henry and that was more than enough. You didn’t even notice him taking pictures, much less the way he shifted a little to alleviate some of the tension in his pants.

“Thank you. I think I got it.” He whispered and pulled you from your thoughts. “Are you sure?” You didn’t want him to leave. “Uh…” “I mean, I think I, uh, might need some help with the right expression.” You said boldly – you didn’t know where it came from, and you honestly didn´t care as soon as you saw his eyes darken significantly. “Y/N, I…” “I just want to make sure you have a good picture.” You said slowly, eyes trained on him. “It would be a shame, if my expression ruined that for you…” The camera hung limply from his chest now, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. “Whatever you think I mean, yes.” You whispered.

 He quickly got down, resting his body on top of yours and his lips were so fucking close, you could almost taste him. “If I start, I might not stop.” He said slowly, his breath fanning over your face. It was intoxicating. “Who said I wanted you to stop?” “Darling, I would ruin you.” You smirked at him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Try me.” “Fucking hell, princess.”

 And all thoughts went right out of your head, because he pulled his camera off himself quicker than you could even see, and his lips slotted over yours with absolute urgency. You moaned against his lips, electricity running through your body like wildfires. You wrapped your legs around his hips, your heels digging into his ass, pulling him closer to you; his tongue found yours and you mewled as you felt his erection press against your clothes. You were both moaning into the kiss, hands frantic as you both tried to undress him and you. “You suck at taking my shirt off.” He laughed, pulling it over his head. “Shut up, it was tight.” You were desperate for his lips back on yours and it was near unbearable. He groaned and bit down on your lower lip, tugging it slightly. You whimpered. “Oh, you like it a little rough, love…? You want me to ruin you, don’t you, princess?” You moaned again, rolling your hips to create friction on your clit. He hissed and grabbed your hair, pulling it roughly. “F-fuck, Henry…” You were breathless, completely ready to give him whatever he asked for. You’d soul your soul for this man, as long as he kept going. His free hand undid his pants, and he pushed them down his legs with urgency, before two fingers found the waistband of your panties. “Fond of these?” “I mean, yeah…” He groaned and quickly tugged them down your legs. “Fine, I won’t ruin this pair, then.” Your eyes rolled back at the ferocity of his voice. A completely ungodly sound left your lips when his thick fingers found your dripping pussy, entering you with ease. “Oh, baby, you don’t even need me to warm you up, do you? Such a good girl, just ready for me…” He dragged his fingers in and out of you, edging you closer to your high, and you whined. “Such a little whore, aren’t you? Willing to fuck me just for taking your pictures?” Normally, you’d have his damn head for saying shit like that, but you felt a gush of wetness at his words; it was disgusting and filthy, but it turned you on like nothing else. “There’s a good girl… You want to cum for me?” He asked, his lips trailing down your body until he blew a gust of cool air on your throbbing clit. You writhed under him. “Fuck, just… Fucking…” You didn’t know what you wanted, but you wanted something. His fingers were unrelenting in you, and he chuckled darkly, the sound sending shockwaves through your entire body. You weren’t prepared for his mouth and tongue attacking your wet pussy. You screamed in pleasure as he began sucking and licking like a man possessed. Your hips were rolling against his face and fingers, your high so fucking close. “Fuck, you taste like heaven, darling…” He groaned, tongue lapping at your folds. You writhed and your hips bucked, the familiar heat in your abdomen building until it nearly reached its crescendo, when he stopped. “Baby girl, you better ask first…” he whispered, the sound muffled slightly by your thighs. “Are you fucking kidding me!?” You moaned, and his mouth left yours – he instead slapped down on your clit with his wide hand, and you screamed, arching your back off the bed. “Play nice, or I won’t.” he promised. “Fuck, sorry… Please, please, can I cum, please, Henry…” He chuckled. “Fast learner.” He lowered his face again. “You can cum, love.” His mouth and tongue began their attack again as his fingers sped up, and you barely had time to fucking breathe before an orgasm overwhelmed you; you exploded on him, your wetness gushing from you as you came hard, your hips bucking as he ate you through your orgasm.

“Fucking shit…” You moaned, grabbing at his hair to pull him up. He willingly followed, his cheeks and chin wet with you, and you kissed him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. You whimpered against him, your hand snaking between your bodies to grab at his throbbing cock. He moaned as you began jerking you off, his fingers leaving you. “Don’t… I want to last, baby… Need to be inside of you, princess.” He said breathily. You sighed dramatically. “Fine, I guess I’ll save the cock-worship for another day.” You grinned at him when you felt him twitch in your hand. “Oh, this is all about you, darling… You did so good for me, you deserve a reward, don’t you?” You preened under his praise. “Please…” He nudged your clit with his thick cockhead, teasing you and coating himself in your slick. “Please, what, princess?” You could hear the smirk on his lips. “Please… Fuck me… Please, fuck me until I can’t think.” He growled and in one, swift move, he was inside of you – you moaned as he stretched you completely. “Fuck, you are big… Shit…” “You can take it, you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He asked, nibbling at your collarbone as he slowly inched inside of you. When he bottomed out, you both exhaled a moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “I swear to God, if you don’t move…” He laughed at your impatience, but nonetheless, he slowly pulled out before slamming harshly back into you.

 He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d ruin you. For any other man in all planes of existence. You were a mess under him, your arms and legs desperately clinging to him as he fucked you deeply, his head hitting your g-spot every single time, and you cried out as he dragged against your walls, his fingers finding your nipple and rolling and pinching it. “Fuck, look at you taking me so fucking well…” He sat up, holding your legs to his chest before spreading them out, fucking into you even deeper. You angled your hips up, allowing him to grab your ass to hold onto as he sped up. Your walls clenched around him. “Is my pretty girl going to cum again, huh? Want to make a mess of my cock, princess?” He grunted, and you barely had breath enough in you to tell him, yes, fuck yes I am – he grinned and his thumb found your clit, adding pressure to it. “Then cum for me, love…” You didn’t have to be told twice. You came for a second time tonight, earthshattering pleasure coursing through your veins and your entire body went tight as a bowstring; he growled and picked up the pace even more, slamming deeply into you as you rode out your orgasm, letting it wash over you. You were incoherent at this point, begging for something. “Aw, look at you, all cock-drunk on me… So pretty, when you’re fucked stupid, aren’t you?” His long fingers found your mouth. “Suck.” You wrapped your lips around his fingers, hollowing your cheeks and began sucking his fingers, twirling your tongue against the pads of his fingers and he grunted, his pace stuttered. “Where do you want me to cum, love?” he asked between moans. “I’m getting so fucking close…” he mumbled, looking down at where your dripping pussy swallowed his thick cock. “In me. Fill me, please, please…” You mumbled around his fingers. His eyes gleamed and he pulled his fingers from you and leaned down to capture your lips with his again.

 His pace was otherworldly, and when his hips stuttered again, you moaned and wrapped your legs around his hips, driving him deeper. Your walls pulsed around him, and he roared as he came, spilling ropes of cum inside of you.

 You were both panting and sweating, when he grinned mischievously and fumbled on the ground, producing his camera. He snapped a picture of your flushed, smiling and downright drunk face. “You look so pretty like this, darling.” You chuckled weakly. “You should see me in a crown.” He laughed and kissed you softly.

“This is going to be a habit, isn’t it?” He asked against your lips.

“Not without dinner first, it’s not.” You replied, kissing him back.

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[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Hi there again! My soft lil heart had a prompt in mind for Dwayne discovering S/O secretly hides a stuffed lamb plush she kept as a emotional security device (since childhood) in her room and would be precious on how he react to finding out?

I hope you like this!

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You looked around your room, sighing a little. You had asked your boyfriend to come over the night prior, and you wondered what he'd think of your room. It was neat, painted in your favourite colour. A bed pushed against the wall, some bookcases, posters, a mirror, desk - just typical room things. You had made your bed, making sure to hide your stuffed lamb under the pillows. It's not that you felt embarrassed about owning it still - it was just that you felt shy about it towards your boyfriend who was practically part of a local gang.

You looked around one more time, hearing the doorbell ring. You were home alone, so the two of you had the house to yourselves. With a shy smile you opened the door, glad to see him standing there.

"You're early," you said, the teasing clear in your voice.

"If you don't want me here, I'll go."

"Nah, I like the company."

You chuckled as Dwayne kissed you. He stepped inside, closed the front door, and smiled at you. "I brought food," he handed you a pizzabox, before following you into the living room.

It was nice, spending time together when it was just you. It was always a bit to busy on the boardwalk, either the locals or his brothers ending up bothering you two. Here, at your place it was just you. It felt nice, almost as if you two already lived together, as you ate, leaning against him as he put a movie on.

Time passed slowly yet quickly at the same time, the pizza was eaten, the movie finished and you were a little shocked when you realised it was already one in the morning.

"I- I think I should get some sleep," you said with a chuckle, still not getting up.

"Tired?"

"A little. I've had a long day."

"Hm," Dwayne picked you up giving you a soft kiss, "then I agree."

He carried you up the stairs, ignoring your complaints, before carrying you into your room. As he sat you down on your bed he looked around the room.

"It's definitely you," he said with an approving smile. He turned around, giving you privacy if you wanted to change. He smiled as he looked through the books you owned, the posters on your wall - this room breathed you, and he loved it. When he realised you were done, he closed the curtains - glad to realise they were sunblocking ones - and took his shoes off.

"What are you doing?"

"Spending the night," he chuckled softly, "You said your parents wouldn't be back till Monday, and since there's been a lot of bad activity around here I don't want you to be alone." He stepped into the bed and laid down next to you. "Besides, I'll take any excuse to get more one on one time with you."

You couldn't help but smile and feel flustered, the way he wanted to both hold you and protect you made you feel warm inside in a way you hadn't known to be possible.

As he laid his head down, he frowned. Something hard laid under his head. He pulled it away from under the pillow, only to find a stuffed lamb. It smelt like you. A lot.

"Does it have a name?"

You frowned - not having realised he had found your lamb. "What-?"

"Your lamb," he smiled, brushing some hair out of your face, "doesn't have a name?"

"I don't know.... I used to change it a lot as a kid.."

"You don't have to hide it from me, you know."

"I didn't want you to think I was childish or immature or -"

"Don't you worry about that. Although it annoys the boys greatly, I keep stuff from my old life - my human life - in my part of the cave."

"So you don't think it's silly?"

"No," he smiled, handing it to you, "absolutely not."

[bossarchive]

I folloe you cus you have amazing art AND are really dang cool all around

thank u so much !!!

[pizzabox-box]

OH.MY.GOSH. When I saw this I was left speechless.The art? incredible,The use of colors?? Amazing! Wow, just wow :O

I know damn well how long something like this takes to make and just I don't know how to thank you enough! I just... this means a lot to me, that people are taking their time to contribute to this AU I made. Thank you so much!💗💗💗💗 I love every second of it!

someone out of the house meme

CW: flash, blood

Dead Man Walking AU by @pizzabox-box

>VIDEO<

original

I had problems uploading this video on Tumblr. So I had to upload it on Twitter(X) and post the link here.😞😫😫😫

[artpeacefully]

Hey, i saw the city map for dnd you made, would you be opposed if i adopted it for a city in my campaign?

Hey there! I’d be very flattered actually- go for it! :D I hope your campaign turns out super fun! :D 

[fateshaped-a]

Jihun tosses the pizza box into the guys hand. "Will that be all?" He asked boredly.

                                  a light scoff left the man’s lips. hands around the pizzabox, he draped it under a firm hold of his arm upon pulling money out for the other to take. usually he would have gone out to eat, but with work and lack of energy he settled for the simple way of nourishment; not that the one who brought him his food seemed to be vaguely interested in what he was doing. to be young and bored again, krasimir had forgotten what that felt like --- 

                                 “ attempt a smile ~ ---” the judge coaxed, leaning onto his door frame as he reached out the money. “ as boring as your profession, life or situation might be it would surely make the pizza taste better if why you offered it with a smile ; it’d also make your presentation a grand tad easier on the eye, pizzaboy.”

[melissaponzio1]

"Did you make this?" I asked..."Yes...out of a #PizzaBox" :))) amazing.