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hivemuthur · 15 hours ago

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Unrequited love setting with viktor please! BUT make it hurt no comfort. I want ANGST (reader is in love with jayce) i have no plot in mind so you may go wild with your impressive writing.. i want him to cry, i want him to yearn.. oh myshaylaa TAT

Anon, idk what's your beef with our beautiful boy, but here you go! (jk, thank you for the ask, this was a nice writing exercise for me)

(To Speak Or) To Die

viktorxgn!reader general - ANGST (!), Viktor-centric

word count: 0,9K

author’s note: I have nothing to justify this, I promise to put a band-aid on it soon. Artist in case you haven't figured, @petitesieste

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Feeling like a fool is a sensation utterly unfamiliar to him. Not knowing, just guessing, then second-guessing himself as he mistakes kindness for affection, attention for interest, mere politeness, human decency and perhaps a platonic fondness for infatuation. He could spit into his own chin for ever hoping and deems hope to be the stupidest feeling of all.

Never in his life has he gone thus far to just ask, it’s all a matter of observation for a conclusion to spark. Weighted by a broken limb and a grimy legacy he moves unnoticed, invisible, until a hot balloon of his intellect lifts him above the mediocre and finally, finally, he is noticed. Only then he dares to doubt. Only then he dares to ask.

First, he asks himself: Is it better to speak or to die?

Every day you cross the threshold of lecture hall and sit in the same spot, between his arm and Jayce’s arm. The two compare poorly and he is aware of how many of his arms would have to be bound together to make up for one of Jayce’s. And maybe that’s the only reason for you to pick that other arm to lean on or swat in a jest, but Viktor choses to remain in the realm of not knowing. The realm of guessing, as this is something he does not dare to ask about.

Until it becomes familiar and almost equal when this maddening thing called friendship blooms amongst the three of you and suddenly his arm also gets granted a lean and a swat, an occasional squeeze and the most infuriating—a brush. A warm kind, gentle caress, most likely performed without any thought put into it, which makes it this many times better—or worse. It is better to think that instinct guides you, rather than a thought, when you touch him with something resembling love. It is worse to think that it means nothing.

There is more, and the more there is the more undone he becomes. There is your mouth when you whisper a question into his ear. And he knows, possibly, it is because he would get the answer sooner than Jayce would, or maybe it’s because Jayce’s head is resting on the study bench as he drools all over his notebook. But he hopes maybe, it’s because it’s his ear, not Jayce’s, you want to tease with the plush of your lips when your arm comes to wrap against his backrest and the warmth has his skin prickling in insistent excitement. Hoping.

One of the worst things that happens to him is your hand on his knee that comes there after you’ve said the same thing three times and he wasn’t listening, because he was busy staring at your ankles. They protrude strangely and are perpetually kicked and bruised and Viktor is so utterly busy picturing himself kissing the blotches away that he doesn’t hear anything you are saying. Once your scalding touch has marked him, the feeling remains hours, days later, as he tries to clutch onto that sensation by putting his own hand in the same spot, but it’s nearly not warm enough to rival yours.

Heart flutters unbearably when he spies on you looking at Jayce and sadly, this time his conclusion comes from the realm of knowing. Painfully, it comes from there because the familiarity of your eyes ogling Jayce is a slap across the cheek. It’s familiar, this expression—he catches a glimpse of it in his own reflection each time his mind wanders to you. It’s dumb, this face he makes then, the way his eyes soften, and jaw slackens, pupils expand nearly to the rim, and he doesn’t look anything like himself, he notices.

The ache overwhelms reason once, when you swing by the lab, undeniably searching for Jayce. You ask for him even, unable to hide what is there, on the top of your shoulder. Deflate, when Viktor says there is no Jayce to be found. Almost retreat and bid him goodnight, when Viktor clutches to the fool within him and that fool whispers into his ear that maybe, just maybe, it’s better to speak.

And when he speaks finally, his voice sounds foreign to him, thick and frightened as he gives his heart away for you to stab. And at least you hesitate before you do. At least you pity him, when he asks if it is at all possible for you to ever consider him, instead of beautiful Jayce. At least it’s a clean slide of a blade when you say you value this friendship above affection. At least it’s only once you have to stab when you say it’s only Jayce for you.

And suddenly feeling like a fool is all the same familiar and a distant memory to Viktor. Because what he is feeling now is not foolish, it is worse than dying, it is remaining with his heart beating, but split in half by the blade of your apology. Will he have his heart ever mended into something resembling whole, Viktor is profoundly certain now: it is better to die.

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echobx · 14 hours ago

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Creep - loser!incel!Rafe × fem!reader

summary: you thought it would be a normal hookup but the guy you thought to meet wasn't who he presented himself to be

warnings: smut, p in v (protected), backshots, oral (male receiving), Rafe being disgusting (literally), incel behavior, (implied) virgin!Rafe, porn mention, showering, faking an orgasm, spanking (not hot), jerking off

word count: 1.9k

author's note: idk how this came to be. one moment I was yapping to my bestie about how disgusting and loser s1!Rafe is and suddenly I'm sitting there writing this and I didn't even intend the smut it just happened... anyway, I don't think this one will go well with the Rafe girlies, it's okay, bc idc all that much

“You wanna watch something?” He wipes his greasy hair from his face, nodding towards the TV and not really waiting for an answer. You don't quite understand how you ended up in this situation- false. You know exactly how you ended up here, sitting on the expensive leather couch in this mansion that “will soon be his anyway.”

You just wanted to hook up, so you went on the apps and found, who you thought to be a nice and genuine guy, but turned out to be creepy and very fucking weird. So when you showed up at the address he sent you, which wasn't a hotel like you assumed, you first wanted to turn around and leave, but Rafe actually looked like his pictures and the house was huge and expensive, so you decided to give him a chance.

“Uhm… sure,” you shrug your shoulders, pulling on the skirt of your tight dress, trying to stop him from staring you down as if you were a sex doll or something. You really don't know what is going on in this guy's head, just that he is making you very uncomfortable.

“A’ight,” Rafe finally turns towards the TV and leans back, switching it on just for a porn to appear on-screen. It’s the same shit your ex liked to watch, two full-breasted, skinny women doing their best to please the guy with a dick bigger than you've ever seen in real life. And that is why you don't like it, because it simply doesn't look real, even if you manage to separate the fact that they are all just pretending to be enjoying it as much as they do, because to you, it doesn't look very enjoyable to be choking on a dick that size.

“I love this one,” Rafe breathes and shifts his hips, making your eyes jump to his bulging crotch.

You clear your throat, “do you have a bathroom I could use?”

He doesn't look at you when he answers, eyes fixed on the screen, hand rubbing over his dick through his sweatpants. “Upstairs, third door to the right.”

You get up, walk around the couch and as you pass behind him, you hear him grunt a breathy “oh fuck” as if he's actually getting off right now.

The bathroom is modern and minimalistic; dark tiles on the floor and walls, a big glass shower, a long sink with an even longer mirror hanging above it and a toilet that has the seat up. He sent you to his own bathroom. Of course he did.

After freshening yourself up you look at yourself through the mirror and exhale deeply. “Just leave. Just go, y/n. This is not worth it,” you tell yourself, silently repeating it in your mind as you make your way downstairs to tell him exactly that.

But when you stop in the doorway of the living room the words get stuck in your throat. Rafe is sitting there, his pants pulled down while stroking his dick.

You should run out without saying anything, but you also can't take your eyes off how big he is. He is definitely the biggest you've ever seen, even bigger than the one on TV just now.

“I-” you start, and he turns to look at you, continuing to fuck his fist.

“Wanna help me out?” he asks without any charm or intrigue in his voice. He sounds dull and almost bored, as if he didn't actually want you to be there anymore.

You close your eyes, taking one deep breath and another before speaking. “Why am I here?”

“You wanted to come over to fuck, I guess,” Rafe shrugs. He's right, you did want to do that, but you're getting more and more unsure about it.

“This isn't how this usually goes for me,” you sigh and go to sit down by his side again.

His tip is swollen and so red it looks angry, which wouldn't be too bad to look at if he didn't smell so… unclean and if he didn't have razor burn all over his balls and around his dick.

“Do you know how to suck dick?” Rafe is blunt, too blunt for a guy who doesn't know how to clean himself before letting a girl come over.

“Wh- What?” you stutter out.

“You wanna suck my dick, don't you? I know that look on your face. Every girl who looks at me like that wants to blow me, I just don't let them,” he tells you, and you've never been so sure about something being a lie in your whole life.

You smile at him, “maybe we should go upstairs. More private.” And more opportunity to get him clean before you even think about touching him.

“No one's home, we can do it here,” Rafe almost insists.

“Upstairs or nothing.” It's the only pride you have left in you, insisting on the location where you will lose all and every ounce of respect you have left for yourself.

“Fine,” Rafe groans, getting up and pulling his pants back up but not turning off the TV before he leaves for the stairs. “You can leave it on. I'll finish that later,” he tells you just as you want to switch it off.

He's sitting at the edge of his bed when you get there. Pants off and still fully erect.

“Can you join me in the bathroom in two minutes?” you ask him and don't wait for an answer, if he wants you, he needs to do as you say first.

The shower is hot and steams up the whole bathroom when he steps in behind you.

“What's your name again?” Rafe asks as you grasp for the body wash.

“Y/n,” you answer and start lathering him up, trying to not raise his suspicion about your actions and just make it seem like foreplay to him.

“You always shower with your hookups?” he asks and you smile sweetly.

“Just the special ones.” Your hand is working on his cock, trying to clean it as best as you can now that it's no longer hard. Maybe it should've been the biggest warning sign to you that he wasn't hard, although you were naked in front of him, although you were touching him.

“I'll fuck you if you suck my dick,” he says, eyes closed as you cleaned him.

“That's nice of you.” You don't know where those words are coming from. You also don't know why you are even doing this because no matter how big his dick is, it surely isn't worth all that, and yet here you are.

All dried up you take him to his bedroom, sitting him down on his bed as if he needs all the guidance you can give him.

“Can I fuck your face now?” he asks almost innocently, and you're inclined to say no.

“You wanna stand or sit?” you ask, and he stands up, taking his hand to your shoulder and pushing you down to kneel before him. His semi-hard cock right in your face.

There's no teasing or fun or anything familiar about it. As soon as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, he's rammed himself inside you, leaving you no air to breathe. He's forcing himself down your throat repeatedly, making you gag and cry and almost throw up. Rafe is brutal and self-centered, not that you expected much else after everything that happened before. And while you are choking on his dick, trying to breathe as much through your nose as your body lets you, you keep wondering who the sweet guy was you texted and what happened to him to be the Rafe you now have in front of you.

“You look like a slut,” he laughs breathlessly, and you can picture your mascara stained cheeks in your mind. It's just a hum you let out to tell him you agree, but he's not prepared for it. The soft vibrations make his dick spasm at the back of your throat, and he curses, pulling his dick out just in time to let his cum drip all over your face. No amount of showers would be able to remedy the disgusting taste of his seed, so you have no choice but to get up and wash yourself.

The look your face is giving you through the mirror isn't a pleasant one. The girl staring back at you is pissed and feels just a smidge violated by his obvious porn obsessed habits. You can be happy he didn't also give you a neck strain…

“Come back, I'm hard again,” Rafe yells, and you force your body to move towards his demanding voice.

“You have condoms, right?” you ask, and he nods, a brush of white under his nose. Of course, he can't get hard unless it's drugs or porn shit. You should've known better.

“How do you want me?” you ask with a sultry voice, as you watch him roll the “extra large” condom over his dick.

“Face down, ass up,” he commands, and you climb on the bed. Better this way, at least then he won't know you faked it, if it comes to it.

“Go slow,” you tell him while turning your head to see him kneeling behind you.

“I know how to fuck, bitch,” Rafe scolds you, and you really doubt he does.

He tries to slam into you, but your cry of pain and the lack of wetness isn't helping him much with that.

“Be quiet and take it,” he tells you and slaps your ass, from the top down, only resulting in a dull pain that spreads from your cheek to your pussy.

He lines himself up again, pushing hard but slow, and if you hadn't started to play with your clit, he would still be playing with dry bones. After a while your body gives in and he manages to bottom out. You're stretched to your limits, tears welling in your eyes and hoping that your body will soon ease the pain.

“God, you're tight. You a virgin?” he asks with a laugh.

“No. Are you?” you bite back, and it lands you another slap.

“Shut the fuck up and take it,” Rafe growls, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, which works a bit smoother this time. Your cunt is slowly but surely giving into him; getting wetter with every thrust of his.

You moan in rhythm with his movements, and a bit louder at his degrading words. If this was a movie, you're giving him an Oscar worthy act, and he doesn't even know it.

“Tell me you're close,” Rafe pants behind you, his thrusts growing increasingly more sloppy.

“So close,” you moan, purposefully clenching around him, and he fucks you faster, destroying even just the tiny amount of built-up you had managed to gain from his fat cock.

“Fuck! I'm the best!” Rafe screams and groans even louder than before, so you scream a bit more and clench a bit harder, until he pulls out and leaves you empty and unsatisfied.

“That was amazing. We should do it again,” Rafe smiles at you while you turn around to look at him. He's already pulled his boxers back on and is grasping for his sweats.

“Sure,” you nod and smile.

When you walk past the living room downstairs he's already back on the couch and back to fisting his cock. You shake your head, just a silent “creep” leaving your lips, and leave without saying goodbye, blocking him on the apps as soon as you get in your car. And even though it was probably the worst sexual experience in your entire life, it still gives for the most unhinged story to share with your friends.

please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

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yearsbecomingcool · 3 days ago

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I have somewhat of any idea for the Seth fic maybe readers in the industry and meets him on his scouting trip like that one scene (how did that girl not melt seeing that hot tech nerd suited up) anyways telling you about his company w subtle flirty banter and later calling so he can show you around possibly leading to other steamy things once seeing your work 🤷‍♀️

idk im trash at putting out ideas so do what you will with this im excited for anything you put out for his characters! -⭐️

we're ending it on the phone | seth warshavsky

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pairing | seth warshavsky x adult film star!f!reader

synopsis | after seth tries to recruit you to join his site you call him back with some questions.

warnings | 18+!! mdni!!! sexual content, adult film star!reader, switch!seth, switch!reader, bisexual!reader, inaccurate depictions of the adult film industry, phone sex, mentions of bdsm, panty play, humiliation, degradation and mutual masturbation.

word count | 4.2k

a/n | if you're thinking about watching pam & tommy, don't!! it was made without pamela's permission and knowledge and is beyond disrespectful to her. it's not worth your time and fred has barely any screentime as seth. seth is also just a massive piece of shit in the show and real life so i'm characterizing him very differently in this fic. if you want to watch fred as seth stick to edits and scene packs! this was going to be longer and include them going to his studio for a tour but it just wasn't coming to me like i was hoping it would so i decided to just cut it after the phone sex so i hope that's alright!! i might do a part 2 because i had an idea for another seth fic anyway.

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Another day another shoot at some barely decorated mansion in the valley. You had been in the business for a little over the year, skyrocketing to popularity pretty quickly for someone so new. You’d practically done it all to get your start, softcore, hardcore, girl on girl, guy on girl, threesomes, orgies, you’d even done a few fetish films. Whatever it took to pay the bills and get you better paychecks you were down for. Today you were filming something completely boring, you’d seen about a million different versions of this but your agent promised the payout would be great so who were you to argue? You’d be playing some spoiled sorority girl fucking her professor to get a better grade, how innovative…

The production company had rented out a mansion for a couple days, a pair set up in every room for filming to make the most out of the money they’d spent renting it. You were scheduled to film in the study room with another actor you’d worked with before, he was nice and your films always turned out great but you were getting sick of filming with the same people constantly. It didn’t help that your filming schedule had been so packed that you had practically lost any and all time for a life outside of work, you were starting to grow bored of it all, you needed to switch it up for a change. When you got ready that morning you didn’t put in that much effort, leaving your face bare and your hair untouched. You trusted the hair and makeup artists would know better than you. You wore your usually filming day outfit, some comfy loungewear and a pair of slip on vans. The drive to the mansion from your apartment wasn’t awful, you’d definitely had longer and shittier commutes before.

When you arrived the set was buzzing with activity, like always on these big shoots there were people everywhere. The crew was all over the place, you were directed to the basement where the hair and makeup team was set up to get everyone ready. When you walked in there was already a pair filming a penetration scene on top of a bar. Yours was planned to be more than just penetration, there’d be some spanking, restraints, oral, edging, and of course penetration as well. You made your way to the basement, joining the other actors. You made small talk with your scene partner while the girls got you ready, he was a bit older than you and was pretty much always cast in some sort of dominant role. You’d been cast in a multitude of submissive roles lately, you were a little tired of it. You wanted to make someone else come undone for once. Your eyes were heavily lined and smokey and your lips were slathered in so much gloss you could practically feel it weighing you down. You made your way to wardrobe, being dressed in a cropped t-shirt that had the neckline cut off so it slouched off one shoulder, no bra underneath of course. They’d paired it with the tiniest pair of cut off shorts you’d seen in your life, a hot pink thong poking out the back, the strings pulled up onto your hips.

They offered you a robe to wear until shooting started but you declined, heading upstairs to go smoke by the pool. As you head up the stairs you see a man, if you can really call him that. He looked college aged and completely out of place in his suit that was a bit too big for him, the arms fit just a bit too long. His blonde hair had been styled nicely, he was trying to look powerful but instead looked like a kid playing in his fathers suit. He looks up at you with a smile, beckoning you over. You glanced around the room, considering if you should, but your curiosity got the best of you and you made your way over to him. He reached out to shake your hand, “I think I’ve seen you before.”

You roll your eyes at his shitty opener, shaking his hand. “If you’re a perv, which you probably are, then I’d assume you have. What are you doing here exactly?”

He eyes you shamelessly, “I’m Seth Warshavsky, I’m here for a few days trying to scout some talent. You seem like you’d be a good fit for what I’m looking for.”

You sigh, “Listen, if you’re trying to get me to switch over to your production company you’ll have to talk to my manager. I’ve been with this one like my whole career, I don’t think they’re gonna be happy if I jump ship now.”

He nods but he’s not really listening. “Just give me a chance to explain. I think you’ll like what I’m offering. You obviously enjoy what you do but aren’t you tired of getting fucked how someone else chooses? Wouldn’t you want a chance to enjoy your shoots more? This would be porn all on your own terms, you pick what you do what, what you wear, how you look. Doesn’t that sound better than all this?” He nods his head in the direction of the pair shooting on the couch, the man is plowing into her at a punishing pace, her moans sound faker than ever. You know she’s not actually enjoying herself.

“What exactly are you proposing here, Seth?” You ask, leaning against the wall.

He hands you his card, “Internet Entertainment Group. We’re based in Seattle, we run a cam site, the highest quality available. All the other companies trying to get into online porn don’t have a chance against us. You’d make your own schedule, you’d pick what you wanna do for your streams. You’d have all the control. It would just be you, a camera, and the live stream chat. People would pay per minute, pay to request certain things, they’d be able to tip. There’s a lot more money in it than you’d think. Why don’t you give me a call tonight after you’ve had time to think about it, yeah?”

You take his card, stuffing it into your carton of cigarettes. “I’ll think about it…”

“And what was your name? I don’t think I caught it.”

You smirk, “That’s because I didn’t tell you my name. Just call me Vixen.”

He nods, “Alright then, Vixen. I’ll be expecting a call from you later, yeah?”

“If I remember,” you say, walking away to go smoke out back.

You lounge outside by the pool, sitting on an unoccupied deck chair and smoking with another actress. “Did he ask you to join his little company too? I’ve heard from a few other girls that he’s been making his way all over Cali to try and recruit some girls for his site.” Asks Gigi. You’ve known her since you started, she’s only a few years older than you are and was one of the first bigger names you got to work with.

“Yep. Kind of shitty to come onto our sets where we’re working to recruit, don’t you think?”

She takes a drag from her cigarette, her bubblegum pink lipstick staining it. “Mhm, he’s one of those Silicon Valley tech bros trying to revolutionize whatever industry they can get their hands on. I don’t know why he doesn’t stream himself, he’s cute enough.”

You laugh, “Oh I’d pay to see that. What do you think he’d be like?”

Gigi hums, trying to imagine it. “Hmm…maybe he’d be one of those whiny types. He’s cocky but I doubt he has the stamina to back it up.”

“I do like the whiny ones…there’s no better feeling than pulling a man's hair and hearing him whimper like a little bitch,” you giggle, taking a drag from your cigarette. You watch from the deck chair as he approaches another girl, he’s much shorter than her, it’s quite entertaining to watch him try to sell his idea to women who have no interest in what he’s selling.

“Amen to that…”

You hate to say it but the longer you film the more you think of Seth's offer, getting paid to masturbate and talk sounds like a dream. Obviously it’s a lot more than just jacking off and yapping but as your scene partner pounds into you pleasurelessly it starts to sound more and more appealing. You can picture it now, dressed up all pretty on a bedroom set, spreading yourself open in front of a camera, taking your time with your pleasure. Teasing yourself for your viewers, letting them think they have control, taking their money while you get yourself off. Okay it’s definitely more appealing than whatever the hell Jack is doing to you right now. You fight the urge to move his hand to your clit, you’d done it before and gotten yelled at for going off script. Your moans get more and more fake as it goes along. By the end of the day you’re sore, sticky, and in desperate need of a shower.

Once you get home you’re quick to strip off your clothes and jump into the shower, you spend your time getting yourself clean, letting the warm water wash over you as you massage the muscles in your arms. You make a mental note to go to a massage parlor sometime this week, it’s been too long since you’ve been and you know you’re gonna feel like shit in the morning. Once you get into bed you start to think of Seth’s offer again, you grab your purse off your nightstand and dig your carton of cigarettes out of the bag. You pull the business card out of where you’d stashed it earlier and flip it around to look at the number. You chew at your lower lip trying to decide if you should call, you tap your manicured nails against the phone sitting on your nightstand before muttering, “Fuck it…” and dialing the number.

You nervously play with the phone cord as you hear it ring, it goes on for a while and you consider just hanging up but finally he picks up. “Hello?” His voice is raspier than normal, you glance at the clock. Shit, it’s 1am, you probably woke him up.

“Hey it’s-” you almost say your real name, “Vixen…we uh, we met earlier today at that shoot in the Valley.”

He chuckles, carding his fingers through his hair. “I remember you, I didn’t expect you to call if I’m being honest.” You can hear the TV playing faintly in the background. He picks up the remote to pause the VHS he was playing.

“Yeah? You didn’t think you sold me on it?” You tease, laying back against your pillows, making yourself comfortable. Something about his voice is starting to make you want to dip your hand between your thighs, he could read the dictionary aloud and it would still get you squirming.

“If you want me to be honest I really didn’t, you seemed pretty set on staying with your job. How was that shoot, by the way? You looked nice…” He glances up at his TV, he had gone to a video store by his hotel and rented a few of your films. Your latest film, ‘Sorority Sluts II’, sits paused on the screen. You’re tied up on the screen, a panty gag stuffed hastily into your mouth. Your eyes are screwed shut in pleasure as another woman presses a wand to your clit. He has to admit you’re his favorite he’s watched so far, your moans could be enough to make him come.

“Do you want the truth? I mean, have you worked in the industry outside of your little cam site?” You ask, thinking back on your shoot from earlier.

“I worked as a production assistant for a bit but besides that it’s really just been cams…so why don’t you give me a little scoop into the reality of being a big time pornstar…” He jokes.

His laugh makes your cheeks heat up, he sounds cute when he laughs. “When I first started I never would’ve thought I’d say this but it was so goddamn boring…I used to enjoy it but after a certain point it all got monotonous I guess. They really want us to stick to the script so there’s not a lot of room for real pleasure, y’know?”

“So you are faking it on these tapes?”

Your face scrunches up in confusion, “Are you watching my work? I’m flattered that I looked so hot when you saw me today you just had to go out and buy all my tapes…”

He scoffs, “Don’t get ahead of yourself, babe. I actually rented them. I just wanted to get more…familiar with your work just in case you called.” The lotion and tissues sitting on the nightstand begs to differ.

“Yeah, so what do you think, am I any good?”

He rolls his eyes, “Are you kidding me? You’re a fucking star. If you come to work for me I really think you could make more than you are right now, you’d have more fun too. I bet you sound so pretty when it’s real, people are over the scripted shit, they want to see something real. Why do you think sex tapes are getting so popular now?”

“You have a lot of good points…I really have to talk to my manager about this though. I have a contract and everything too…” you sigh.

“But you want to do it? Is that what I’m hearing?” You can practically hear his smile through the phone. His eyes flick back to you on his screen and he licks his lips.

“Yeah, I am. It sounds nice, it sounds better than what I’m doing now.”

“It will be, I promise. Every girl who’s switched over is making way more now.”

You look up at the ceiling, wetting your lips with your tongue. “Which film of mine were you watching when I called?” You ask curiously, starting to spread your legs. You start to trail your hand between your thighs as you wait to hear what he says.

“‘Sorority Sluts II’. You play a lot of sorority girls huh?”

You chuckle, “Yeah, the studio decided I just fit the look I guess…what do you think of it?”

His eyes widen, he can tell what you’re really trying to ask. “The way these girls are hazing you is pretty hot. This seems like it would’ve been a fun shoot…how many of these moans were fake?”

You think back to when you filmed it, “Not many are fake in that one actually. The humiliation films are always able to get me off so easily. I mean can you really blame me? All these pretty girls pinning me down and making fun of me, stripping me down, getting me off…that shoot was a fucking dream…”

“So should I be looking to see if any of the girls would want to stream with you then?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Are you taking notes right now, you fuckin’ nerd?”

“No! I just-” You cut him off.

“Turn off the business part of your brain for like five minutes…you have a nice voice, like really fucking nice. Like I would get off to you reading the dictionary nice…I…what are you wearing right now, Seth?” You haven’t felt this nervous since you were a teenager trying to not get caught having phone sex with your first girlfriend.

He chuckles, laying back and “Are you trying to have phone sex with me right now?”

“Yeah…do you…do you not want to have phone sex with me?” You sound pathetic.

He laughs, “I do, I just wasn’t expecting this.”

“So…what are you wearing Seth?”

He sighs playfully, “That’s really the line you’re going with here? You’re a pornstar and that’s the best you can give me? C’mon babe, you can do better than that.”

“Okay to be fair I didn’t write any pornos, I just starred in them okay!” You say defensively.

“Fine…I’m wearing,” Seth looks down at his outfit, “A white t-shirt and some black boxer briefs. What about you, babe?”

“I’m wearing a white tank top and some white panties with a cherry print on them.”

He chuckles, “Cherries huh? Cute.” He tries to picture you laying in bed wearing them.

You chew nervously at your lower lip, “Did you get hard watching my films?”

“How could I not? You looked fucking amazing…you look so good tied up and writhing under their touch. The way you’re just helpless and at their mercy…god…” He can’t help but reach down and squeeze himself through his underwear. His eyes flicker over to the screen, your face scrunched up in ecstasy.

“You wanna tie me up, Seth? Use a vibrator on me, or maybe eat me out? You seem good with your mouth, you think you could make me come undone for you?” You ask, your hand trailing down to your panties. You play with the frills that line the waistband.

“Of course I could, I’d have you writhing in seconds,” he says cockily.

“You sound so confident,” you giggle.

“I have the proof to back it up…do you wanna start touching yourself for me?”

“Mhm, where should I start?” You feel nervous, as if you’re a teenager again.

“Start by playing with your tits over your tank top, play with your nipples too. Get them hard for me, close your eyes and pretend it’s me doing it,” he instructs.

You use your shoulder to keep the phone in place as you trail your hands down to your breasts, you close your eyes and knead at your flesh, whining softly into the phone. Seth smiles when he hears you, “So fucking pretty…”

You roll your nipple between your thumb and forefinger, whimpering his name as you squirm under your own touch. Seth teases himself over his underwear as he listens to you whine and squirm, “If I was there with you I’d mark up those perfect tits, make sure the next time someone saw you undressed they knew who had you last. You going to set with my marks all over you…I wouldn’t start with your tits though, I’d pull you into my lap to straddle me first. I’d kiss you, soft at first, get you nice and comfortable before I pull you closer by your hair. I bet you’d whimper like a little bitch, wouldn’t you? I’ve seen how you take pain, it’d be so pathetic. I’d kiss down your neck, mark you up there too, leave marks in places not even a turtleneck could hide. Then I’d move onto your tits, I’d be rough just to keep those sad little whimpers going. Biting at your sensitive tits, pulling and twisting at your nipples, god I bet it’d get you wet so quick. You’d like it, wouldn’t you?”

You whine at his words, nodding as if he can see you. “I’m already wet just from imagining it…I’d be a fucking mess in your lap. If you think I’m whiny now just wait till you get me in your lap for real. I’m not like I am in my films y’know, in real life I get so much more pathetic, much more squirmy. You’d probably like that, huh?”

“‘Course I would, a pretty girl whining and squirming in my lap is like my perfect wet dream.” He chuckles. He reaches over to the nightstand and pumps some lotion into his hand. He ducks his hand beneath his waistband, wrapping his hand around his cock. “Touch yourself for me, do it over your panties. Y’know what, grab the waistband for me and tug those pretty little things up your cunt. Make it tight for me, hold it in place and play with your clit over your panties.”

“You want me to give myself a wedgie?” Your brows furrowed in confusion, it’s an odd request.

“Don’t think of it like that, just try it for me, yeah? It’ll feel good, trust me.”

Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment as you reach down, curling your fingers around the frilly waistband of your panties. You sigh, embarrassment filling your chest as you slowly pull up the waistband. The cotton fabric pulls taut against your cunt creating a friction you would’ve never imagined could be so pleasurable. You whine as you hook your fingers into the leg holes, tugging it up, starting to feel it push your lips apart. “Seth…I can’t believe you’re making me do this, it’s so embarrassing…” You whine, your hips bucking up involuntarily as you pull harder. The fabric presses against your clit making every move even more pleasurable.

“If it’s so embarrassing why are you doing it and whimpering like it gets you off, hm? Keep pulling for me, be a good girl. Make it tight. Pull till you can’t take it anymore.”

You whimper as you tug the fabric between your lips, holding it tight against your cunt. It’s biting into you painfully but despite that you’re soaking the fabric. You can feel your cunt pulse around it, clenching at the fabric. “I-I think it’s tight enough…”

He smiles, pumping his cock at a teasingly slow pace. “Play with your clit for me, soak those panties like the good girl I know you are.”

You start to rub your clit over the taut fabric, the added friction from your panties makes you whine even louder into the phone. You grind your hips against your hand, “Stop teasing and let me play with myself properly.”

“Hm…why should I?” He teases.

“I gave myself a fucking wedgie for you, don’t be a dick!” You groan in frustration.

“Fine…go on, you can touch yourself.”

You slowly pull your panties back down, the crotch soaked with your juices. You wince at the unexpected burn as you pull your panties out of your most sensitive area. You slowly insert two fingers inside of yourself, using your thumb to play with your clit. You’re mumbling into the phone, “Seth, you gonna let me come tonight? Gonna get off to my moans again? How many of my tapes did you jack off too tonight, hm?”

He starts to pump his cock at a faster pace, “Fuck…four? I think, yeah, four. I haven’t finished the one that's on right now.”

An idea pops into your head and you smile at the thought, “You wanna finish that tape while you’re on the phone with me? Wanna tell me what’s happening in it?”

“Yes ma’am…” He presses play on the remote, the tape starting up again. He starts narrating the tape to you, “You’re tied up, a blonde woman is pressing the hitachi wand to your clit. You’re moaning like a pathetic little bitch, writhing around, trying to escape the sensation. God you’re fucking helpless to it, poor baby can’t help but enjoy it.” His pupils are blown as he jacks off. Your movements speed up as well, imagining he’s the one doing it to you.

“I sound pathetic, yeah? Do I sound like this?” You start to imitate your moans and whimpers from your tapes. That really gets him going, he squeezes his hand around his cock.

“If you do this I won’t last much longer,” he whines.

“Good,” you laugh breathily.

“You gonna sound this pretty on stream, baby?”

You roll your eyes, “What’d I say about business talk, hm?”

“Sorry…sorry…just imagining you all dolled up teasing your viewers. Bet you’d use toys and tease yourself for ‘em…pretty girl edging herself for her audience…” He trails off, imagining your future streams.

“I’m gonna be your favorite, hm? Gonna spend your days jackin’ off to me ‘stead of doing work, aren’t you? Fuckin’ pervert…bet you like me talking mean like this, don’t you? Admit it, Seth. Tell me how much you like it, you fucking perv.”

Your words go straight to his cock and he can feel himself getting closer, “Of course you’re gonna be my favorite…prettiest fucking girl I’ve ever seen, might have to pay you for a private stream sometime…” He’s practically fucking his hand at this point. The two of you are a mess of moans and whines, his narration of the tape quickly stopping as he feels himself getting closer.

“Gonna come…let me come, please…” You mumble. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, you need release more than you need air.

“You can come baby…come whenever you need, such a good girl, already earned it,” he mutters, hips bucking up against his hand.

It doesn’t take much longer for the both of you to come, he’s first, your name mixed in with a few swears spilling from his lips. The same comes from you only seconds later, curling into yourself as you work yourself through your orgasm. The only sound coming from the phones is the two of you trying to catch your breath.

“Are you gonna come see the studio?” He asks, his voice softer now.

“Mhm…gonna talk with my manager ‘bout it, I’ll keep you updated.”

“Good girl…thank you for calling, I had a nice time with you,” he says shyly.

You can’t help but smile at how soft his voice got, “So did I…I’ll call you again sometime, promise.” You hang up before he can get another word in. You look up at the ceiling, “What the hell did I just do?”

#fred hechinger #fred hechinger imagine #fred hechinger x reader #fred hechinger x you #fred hechinger fanfic #seth warshavsky #seth warshavsky x reader #seth warshavsky x you #seth warshavsky smut

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ahavaas · 2 days ago

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@runespoor7 correct! i was spitballing "what would get LWJ trip into Feelings (as opposed to hatesex)" and this is one of the things that would hit him like a fish to the face. KO'd. (*Jiang Wanyin* loving wwx better* than him? Devastating! now he's gotta fuck him to figure out what's going on there)

l o l oh man something that he'd turned down before? ahahahaha yeah let's assume yes (wwx made the original offer: it was not done gracefully and it did Not Go Well, ie JC said idk thanks for the pityfuck but I would rather get my face chewed off by bears than get involved in whatever you have going on with that lan bastard, out of my house, etc etc. LWJ was originally glad the offer was declined but also pissed about it b/c who did jiang wanyin think he was, saying no? like it wasn't extremely obvious that he wanted it??)

slj has been competently and incompetently blackmailed at this point in his life and none of it compares to chief cultivator LWJ showing up out of the blue, accurately accusing him of the one thing he figured no one would ever discover, and then (instead of possessively taking a swing or telling him to stay the hell away from his husband) going dinner's at five, wear something pretty, Make Nice and no one has to find out about it.

(would wwx believe LWJ? who knows, all the evidence is extremely circumstancial but LWJ is like I of all people have zero reason to lie about this and if he takes one look at your face he'll know I'm right, so. JC is now making nice in exactly the way he's been longing to and it's killing him! wwx is Extremely Suspicious about all this bullshit but like. JC making nice is something he's wanted for years at this point as well.)

thinking my pervert thoughts about zhanchengxian and how much of an absolute train wreck I think it would be (positive)

nah, these fuckers a) generally speaking do not communicate particularly well, b) have some real resentment built up that I do not think sex would necessarily fix, c) are not, even post-canon, really capable of being rational about each other.

considering a messy weird situationship where everyone is a little meaner than canon and coming into it from a slightly warped perspective:

wwx: yeah, Jiang Cheng has some feelings about the core thing and still might feel kind of abandoned (maybe? the most important thing is to never have an excruciating discussion about Our Feelings ever again). so to fix that, whenever we see him, we do this fun roleplay where I remind him he’s always going to belong to me and he gets treated like a toy. it’s hot and he’s into it; this is fine and should continue indefinitely.

lwj: fully seething but unable to deny my husband anything. if sect leader jiang is willing to do penance about the burial siege on his back that’s marginally acceptable (does it turn me on a little? yeah but in the way where I'm pissed off about it) the important thing is that he gets he’s not allowed to say no to anything wwx wants

Jc: as always wwx wants to have his cake and eat it too. fucking pathetic that I’m going along with it. fucking humiliating that lan wangji sees this shit. everything’s all in the past until wwx gets a hardon. it’s unfortunate that fucking the two of them is a politically smart move, particularly since I, like everyone else, have Moved On and am capable of handling this like a detached adult.

you know. hopefully you see the vision.

#zhanchengxian #storytime #nonsense

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homestuckreplay · 2 days ago

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hey i really liked your post speculating on the kids' school lives. i havent seen a lot of people talk about what the kids lives were like pre-sburb and you mentioned having more that you hadn't written so i wanna know what you got :D

hello thank you so much! this is something I definitely want to put more thought into, I think it gives a fuller understanding of them as characters to have ideas about their 'baseline normal' pre-sburb that they're now departing from. so here's a bunch of thoughts for now, and maybe I'll do some more later :D

John – I think that Dad Egbert had a happy childhood with Nanna, and because he was so happy, he’s basically tried to replicate those steps with John, and then is confused when John doesn’t respond as well as he used to. He’s definitely tried teaching John to cook and bake, going for walks/throwing a frisbee around together near pipe lake, enrolling him in all kinds of extracurriculars, etc, but John has always found it hard to get motivation to do those things – piano lessons was the one thing he actually stuck with, probably because it was a solo activity, and he never wanted to perform or be in an orchestra. When he was young it was rare for him to get invited over to other kids’ houses for playdates, and even more rare for him to ask someone over – the number of people who have ever been inside John’s room is extremely small imo. In nursery/pre-k when the teachers were trying to teach sharing skills and collaborative play, John was over in the corner making up scenes with various action figures, dolls and stuffed animals and he did NOT want any help.

But it’s the 2000s and nobody is talking about therapy or mental health, and he’s a nice kid, he’s not causing any problems he’s just a little quiet and spacey, so nobody ever thinks to assess him for anything and he kind of flies under a lot of people’s radar. And then as he gets older, later in elementary school and going into middle school, he starts to feel a little different, lonelier, seeing for the first time the things he’s missing out on and growing too big for this imaginary world he’s constructed for himself, so then he starts trying to learn to mask and fit in, play games with the other kids at recess, but by then it’s kind of too late because he’s missed out on so much. And he always kind of gets it wrong, like if the other kids all saw idk Night at the Museum when it came out, John would be all “yeah I saw that too!” but then he goes way harder on it than everyone else does and ends up looking weird, or he tries to play basketball and he’s actually okay at running and jumping but he doesn’t know The Rules so he fouls. And so he retreats into himself again, this time a little sadder and a little more restless, because he kind of knows he wants something else, but doesn’t quite know how to get it, or why it’s not working – because he has internet friends by this point, and they’re great but feel so distant, and there’s a real part of him who wants someone other than Dad to just sit next to on the couch and watch a movie with.

Rose – Mom is a scientist and clearly super intelligent, and she taught Rose to read, write and do basic math at a younger age then usual and Rose took to it quickly, so she went into kindergarten already knowing all that stuff and she showed up Ready to Win. Like it’s a challenge, like she could do all of the kindergarten work within the first week and then she wouldn’t have to go back for the rest of the year. And she was really annoyed when it didn’t work like that, because it wasn’t fair, like why should she have to sit at a table and wait while other kids are trying to make their first letter shapes? So she feels talked down to by the academics and she isn’t interested in other areas, like art and music and sport and group activities, because she doesn’t see them as important when Clearly there is a library here. Rose absolutely begs her mom to homeschool her as a young kid and Mom eventually gives in and they try it for the third grade, but by winter they hate each other and it’s what sets their relationship down its current path of misunderstanding and is what made them so distant from each other even while living together. After that Rose had a series of private tutors and was offputting and weird enough to get all of them to quit, some accidentally and some on purpose, so then for fourth grade she just goes back to school, and she starts applying herself to things like the violin and softball even though she doesn’t actually care about them because she’s just straight up bored.

Rose was a super early adopter of video games, I think her mom got her a computer of her own when she was very young to help with learning and because Rose was VERY intense and demanding as a small child, always asking complicated questions. So she really gravitated towards video games as something that has a skill curve in a way TV and movies don’t – I’m actually not sure she’s ever seen a movie, though she has played some shitty 2000s video game adaptations of movies. She started out playing educational games like Reader Rabbit and Cluefinders and then moved to playing anything she could get her hands on from various mail order catalogs, same with books, she would leave her order forms in stamped addressed envelopes on the front doormat and Mom would take them to the post office when she went out, pre-massive internet marketplaces. And after their relationship broke down Mom stopped taking her out of the house except to school, so Rose would pull stunts like setting a tent up in the backyard and sleeping there and making a campfire for a couple days, just for enrichment. Overall I think Rose has been like 10-20% understimulated for her entire childhood and has constantly, always been looking for things to pull her up to that baseline and has never really found anything, until right now.

Dave – I think Bro might send Dave to school as one of many hazing mechanisms, in addition to however many sword fights and rooftop battles, nobody is better at bullying and social control than kids. I also think Dave spends a lot more time outside of his house than the other kids, Bro probably kicks him out if he wants to have people over / set up some saw traps / do some weird puppet stuff so Dave ends up just kinda wandering the definitely not super walkable city streets as a pretty young kid, and that’s where he gets his ability to monologue like crazy because he just has this stream of thoughts in his head constantly as he observes the world. He doesn’t have food in the house but he has some local places like a mcdonalds and a diner where he can go in and the staff are like “hey it’s kinda weird this kid has a credit card. oh well!” and they’ll let him sit with a big plate of chicken nuggets and an apple juice because they figure his home life isn’t great, and occasionally one of the staff will go up to him and ask if everything is okay and where his parents are, and he just shrugs it off and says it’s fine and then doesn’t go back there for a while. Observing other people in the city is definitely where he gets his first inspiration for comics and blog posts, since he does so much more looking at the world than participating in it.

Dave doesn’t always bother showing up for school, he kinda decides based on the day if he’s actually going to go there because obviously he thinks everyone wants to see him and, like, what are those other kids gonna do if they don’t have someone cool to guide them around? But at the same time, he struggles with routine, and even if he genuinely tries to stick to going in, a couple days a week he just finds himself getting on the wrong bus and ending up in a random part of town, and he’s never had safety drilled into him so he’ll do things like pick up roadkill off the street to preserve it in his specimen jars, or climb up the outside of a building because a cop saw him not being in school, or steal from a store just to see if he can get away with it. It’s mostly for the story – he knows he can get attention from Bro or from people at school if he can share some wild stories, but in truth nobody actually believes what he says, and even though it’s at least mostly true he just gets seen as a kid with overactive imagination. That’s a big factor in his adoption of irony, because if he’s gonna be misconstrued and not taken seriously, he wants to control the intent behind that and its effects on people as much as possible.

#homestuck #there is. a little bit of projection in all of these tbh #so i can understand if different people have different hcs!#but this is a broad overview of how i see their lives <3 sorry theyre all a little bit sad. these kids are pretty fucked up!#thanks again for the ask :D #chrono

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aromanticofficial · 3 days ago

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hey dude kinda wanted to complain about stuff. I’m aroallo I don’t date or do partners and im a man and the only other kinda queer I am is a little bit gay cause men are pretty and well the not ace part and all that but I’m not like feminine and stuff so when queer people see me they kind of single me out as like not actually queer cause I just look like some guy and well I am some guy and I’m not gay in the way they consider actually gay because of the whole no partnering thing on top of that I don’t really like feminine men or non binary men I’ve got pretty specific preferences when it comes to alot of stuff so idk I kind of feel left out alot

I got kicked out of alot of groups and stuff especially growing up people would try to make me like “more queer” I guess insisting that I should like try dating men and involving myself with like fem men men with more complicated genders or men who didn’t have dicks and it wasn’t really my style alot of people saw me as like something to be fixed or kicked out and when I didn’t act or do what they wanted they lowkey booted me saying I was scaring the other people in the group and making people uncomfortable actually that happened way more then once.

I tried making myself try alot of things I didn’t want to do or be or be with because of it and it’s been years since all that but something recently brought it up again and even if it’s not as direct I still feel excluded usually so I just wanted to like whine about it a little in your inbox lol.

One thing was a while back I used to make pins and badges with flags for everyone cause I thought If I did people wouldn’t be as scared of me it didn’t work but years later I still do it just because and I ended up giving a couple out recently just cause and my friends now we’re really happy and they don’t treat me like some kind of threat and it’s real nice they even hugged me like alot and they still do it like randomly or whenever I lean in or ask for one! Just so casually it’s really nice I’ve never really gotten held or hugged like that before I got really shy at first actually lol my recent friends they don’t mind what I am they’re sweet I showed them the aroallo flag and they were so nice they were trying to guess what it was and I told them it was the most like casual chill reaction I’ve ever gotten explaining it to someone.

I’m still kind of processing the fact I like men and it’s hard cause I don’t know I’ve sort or been doing on my own cause I’ve gotten kicked from so many places and sure I’ve got friends now but I don’t feel like safe mentioning that part or admitting it’s something I still struggle with and havnt really come to terms with I’m realizing I never really let myself think about men in any kind of gay way and when I try I get mad and embarrassed disgusted and a whole mess of emotions and like being ignored and treated like a threat kind of messed me up and made it even hard r to admit and focus on what I want I guess I’ve been so focused on being palatable in queer spaces I couldn’t actually be queer in them.

last thing let me know if I worded something off I try to like explain preferences without saying something wrong or like exclusionist yknow but sometimes I get things mixed up and I don’t know like alot of titles and like ways to be so let me know if I worded something wrong

Anyway if you post this can you tag it with a sunflower emoji or yellow heart so I can find it later please. And if other Aro blogs want to like respond to or say something that’d be really nice thanks for reading all this I know it was a lot of text

anon you have so many of my condolences for your treatment by other members of the queer community. I hope you find the people who understand you in the future

#aromantic #aro #official aro post #official aromantic post #mod cale #ask #anonymous #🌻#dec 18 2024 #🌻 anon

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yourresidentstanlover · 2 days ago

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ughghgh why does creativity always hit right when i'm doin something important >:(

anyways, have some emmafiddlestan headcanon stuff:

fidds is ftm and emma-may is mtf (t4t fiddemma let's go babyyyyyyy)

stan shows up and stuff happens like in canon, but fidds comes to the shack to check on ford after getting a bad feeling, and finds stan instead

uhh something something, sexual tension, fidds mentions he has a wife and kid, and stan feels so guilty for having feelings for a married man

(I want to make a note here: fidds and emma aren't divorced yet, but they are going through a rough patch bc fidds' behavior has changed because of the memory gun. emma thinks he's addicted to drugs or alcohol, and fidds refuses to tell the truth (he is genuinely addicted, just not in the conventional way ig))

BUT stan helps fidds talk to emma, and she brings tate with her to gravity falls in an attempt to fix things (no one else knows about the memory gun yet)

then oh no! fidds' wife is insanely hot! stan's in love with both of them! (cue the bisexual panic)

also stan is like the cool uncle to tate, and he teaches him how to pick locks and hotwire cars (much to fidds' and emma-may's dismay lol)

then fidds starts flirting with stan, and oh man he wants to flirt back so bad, but how the hell can he flirt with someone whose wife is in the next room over???

oh no emma's flirting with him too??? what the fuck man this is confusing stan

eventually he brings them both in the same room and is like "idk guys you're married and i've dealt with enough married couples to know this won't end well" (i'll elaborate on that in a sec)

then fidds and emma-may start laughing because they both know about each other's crush on stan, and they forgot to tell him

then they fuck about it or somethin idk i'll figure that out later lol

(about the married couple thing) ok soooo i'm thinkin stan slept with married men while in drag (gotta charge extra, y'know?) and has been yelled at and chased by several different wives. nothin' personal he just wanted the money lol

ALSO drag queen stan getting makeup tips from emma-may :3

i've kinda got somethin for that boppin around in my head:

Stan tries not to squirm as Emma-May holds his head still. She's been helping him with his makeup for a bit, trying different styles of eyeliner.

"Hold on sugar, I'm almost done," she says, voice dripping with honey.

The eyeliner pencil goes over his eye in one more pass before she decides it's good enough.

"How's that?" she asks, holding a mirror up to his face.

Damn. He looks good. Really good. Stan's honestly surprised that Emma was so good at eye makeup, since hers were always covered by her curly hair.

Stan was perfectly capable of doing his own makeup, but there was something so intimate about trusting someone else to be so close to your face, such a delicate and vulnerable part of the body. Plus, the feeling of Emma's hands on his face felt pretty nice.

Speaking of which-- Emma's hands trail down the sides of Stan's face to cup his jaw. She gives him a smile before pressing a quick peck to his lips.

He looks her in the eye (or tries to, anyways. It's hard to see them through her hair. How she saw through it was unknown), and can't help but have a goofy grin on his face.

Behind him, he hears a whistle. "Well damn, darlin', you look swell," Fidds says, putting down the contraption he was tinkering with.

Stan blushes at the compliment, leaning over to FIddleford to give him a quick kiss, too.

Stanley wasn't sure how he got so lucky, but he finds that he doesn't care. All that matters is having his new family.

aaaaaand now for your regularly-scheduled angst:

fidds is still running the society of the blind eye, and he's doing it behind stan and emma's backs

when they find out about the memory gun, they all get into a huge argument over it

stan tries to keep them together for a bit, but when the whole cult business is revealed, it's the last straw for emma-may

she takes tate and leaves, and apologizes to stan. she really does want to stay with him, but stan has to stay and work on the portal, and emma doesn't want tate to be around a literal cult leader

they part ways and stan is heartbroken that he lost two of the people that he loved so much

fidds disappeared after emma left, started to spiral with his use of the memory gun

stan tried to help him a few times, but ultimately decided that fiddleford couldn't be helped if he didn't want help

imagine after the show ends, and stan and ford come back from their first sailing trip. stan finds emma-may in gravity falls, visiting tate. he hasn't talked to her in over 30 years, let alone seen her.

and dammit, she's aged like a fine wine. ford essentially shoves stan into a conversation with her, and they reconcile.

fiddleford has regained a lot of his memories, and is doing a lot better, now. he sees emma and apologizes for the way things happened 30 years ago

she's not quite ready to take fidds back yet, but they keep in contact and are on friendly terms

then eventually, they become a polycule once again, and stan has all of the people that he lost so long ago.

the end, or whatever lol

i think i might write a fic about this cause i reeeeeaaally like it (especially emma and stan hehe)

imagine being dipper and mabel coming back the next summer: grunkle stan is dating old man mcgucket and there's a woman they've never seen before that's living there as well. wait what do you mean that's mcgucket's ex-wife? stan is dating mcgucket's ex-wife?! and mcgucket!? and his ex-wife is also dating him again!??

the kids don't really care tho, cause now mabel has a cool aunt and dipper can ask fiddleford about his inventions

#gravity falls #stan pines #stanley pines #mullet stan #fiddleford mcgucket #fiddleford hadron mcgucket #emma may dixon #emma may mcgucket #tate mcgucket #fiddemma #emmastan #fiddlestan #emmafiddlestan #ford pines #<- he's only mentioned tho lol #dipper pines #mabel pines #<- only mentioned a lil bit lol

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mintmint2 · 2 days ago

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Idk what to put here

Apologies in advance—I like vomiting out rants of every single thought I’ve ever had for the past 19 years so if you don’t wanna mentally narrate out this giant wall of text or if you’re just here for the small doodles of your characters, feel free to just skip down to the small tiny insignificant sketches I made! This is really just a giant newsletter of what I’ve been doing these past 3 months.

(Something I would like to add is pretty please don’t reblog this, I want this to be like only a small circle of people to see, if you have something to say you can leave a comment!!!)

My project. I’ve been working on my project for 3 months. 400 hours.🙂

Okay, so, for these past 3 months I’ve been aggressively relearning how to animate using the most basic animation app to exist. And what I mean by “relearning”, I mean diving headfirst into the animation studio with little to no prior knowledge of animation other than animation memes and some.. other.. stuff. And with that limited information, I managed to crank out a low-quality, crappy, mediocre 10+ minute prologue that I hate and it sucks and I hate I ha. I honestly had no idea what I was doing—I walked into animating with a giant lollipop and a propeller hat, and I came out as a 40 year old man with depression, but now armed with stacks of newfound knowledge about animating, so it wasn’t for nothing!! Seriously, drawing every day for 5+ hours is no joke; I genuinely thought this project would take like 1.5 or 2 months max with how simple I made it… but turns out drawing thousands of rendered individual frames with a bunch of other tiny prickly problems tripping you over is actually pretty time consuming even if it sucks😔.

But at least now that I’ve experienced the gruelling process of animating a several minute video first-hand, I was able to figure out my strengths/weaknesses in art and how I could exploit them, things that take a long time, things to avoid, and things to look out for. Even though I think my added skills in this department can be helpful in the future, it’s still super time consuming, which I think kinda ties nicely in my more major topic!???

I’m doing a MEGA art style change, I’ve rubbernecked at a lot of olden cartoons and decided I wanted to shift towards those art styles with no rendering and the characters are like kinda chibi in a way—you know, that kind of style. But this isn’t just me wanting to copy my favourite cartoon shows though; I looked into the pros and cons of a simpler art style and the pros outweigh the cons by a landslide

I obviously am not a good artist and I’ve struggled with things like consistency, pacing and proportions, if I can just break down all my characters into shapes and add rules to how to draw them + stylized anatomy, I think It’ll help with making characters NOT look like a grown 40 year old women in one scene, a child in the other, and a teenage drunken boy in the next.

I literally can’t imagine drawing fight scenes either with full body anatomy that isn’t simple shapes, drawing a running cycle or a character doing parkour that lasts literally only 2 seconds is hard enough for my skill set. Don’t make me have to draw them engaging in a full-blown battle with each other, it’ll be even worse if the characters start shrinking every frame but I don’t notice till it’s too late.

Plus, I pretty much grew up with cartoons too, so I also just feel more connected and motivated when it comes to characters that look like Steven Universe or chibi-styled in general, it makes me wanna draw them more and reduces burnout a lot. (Seriously though, I hate shading SO MUCH. I wanna draw the next frame already stop making me go back and fix this pixel of value that wasn’t added and somehow you can still see it a mile away💔 and wouldn’t you know it I’ve lost my sanity and begun racing through / deleting scenes to make it go by faster, which ruins the pacing and everything alongside it)

Do you want some concepts? No clothing folds and allat. Sorry I was too exhausted to make full drawings… actually a lot of my actual sketches for these people are all in my sketchbook, got like 19 pages worth of all y’all’s oc’s but it’s too awkward positioning my camera to snap a pic of it

I’m learning how to do fast paced figure drawing. (Trying), and the crew isn’t here because everybody in that crew is getting a redesign and sans is having a identity crisis too

Another thing is; I’m going to be taking a break after this 400 hour grind session, no I’m not being lazy and I really DO wanna go back to dragging my finger across the screen till it bleeds (because it’s an unhealthy addiction at this point) but I NEED planning and practice.

A lot of stuff has changed since I’ve started—plot, character designs, story… I also finally started tackling architecture, designing rooms and the houses based on both the characters logic and practical functionality, cause making a background with just one giant blob of equal paint is a bit… boring. And I’m practicing art too, my art has changed quite a lot ever since I started paying less attention to small details and instead on form and movement within the lines.

I’ve got so many ideas swimming in my head I need to test out and more. I don’t have a teacher and I’m too lazy to find tutorials so I’m doing this the trial and error way. Test literally everything, cancel out the ineffective and keep the best. I need time to figure out stuff and I think it’s working because not only has my entire art kinda improved in a way, I have been able to get a truck ton of plot down and how I want everything to end and everything.

The last thing I wanna add because it’s a problem I also need to fix… holy guacamole, I NEED to improve on my story boarding and pacing—I kinda blame that on myself for cutting out/rushing scenes to get it done but goodness does the plot fly by. Like how the chocolate did the lab/true-lab scene and waterfall scene all fit in 2 minutes?? I chose the opportunity to animate less over the writing and characters itself, literally feel so ashamed after that💔 insanity and mind rot of drawing for hours really does catch up to you eventually though. The results were cringy anyways so

Yeah okay I have like a TON more of stuff to write down here as problems I need to fix, but I’ve been writing for too long and this post is getting stuffed with too much words it’s gonna overflow and shatter. Basically I’ve learned a lot of stuff from this, I’m aiming to improve in every category, even if I don’t, I gotta make some sort of progress.

So uh… that’s it, I guess? I’ll update every once in a while… nah, watch me vanish for another twenty years. That doesn’t mean I’m not still here though, I’m watching every post you guys are making and documenting every fact and detail about your characters. 👀

Sorry for the length and weirdness of this rant

I forgot to mention—I made my very own/first persona. I call them MintMail cause they’re a mailman…I don’t… really know what to do with them.. uh, I’ll probably feed them sometime tomorrow

Ohhhh boy, time to tag the people I sketched. (Guys I promise I’m not tagging you just so you can read this)

Trickster belongs to @yourloveaton !

Nems belongs to @bloobluee !

Virux belongs to @bunrux !

Sanu is mine.

Magi is also mine.

Trans belongs to @ken-tfc / @fivebecomesnone and @youregonnahavetime !

Dionysus belongs to @javaxzun !

#MintMint talking session

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Don't Call Me Daddy

Heyo

Have a Reacher (from the Amazon show) fic. It's about 3k words and it's smut.

Reacher x plus sized!reader

Warnings: use of daddy (but as a joke), p in v, oral (fem receiving), mild teasing from the team, drinking, idk it's smut, nothing crazy.

Anywho

“Come on, spill,” David goaded before taking another swig of his beer. The others were chuckling along, but not pressing as hard. “Tell us how the big guy treats you,”

“I don’t kiss and tell,” You tell him, which is only partly a lie. Truth was you hadn’t kissed Reacher yet, so there was nothing to tell.

“I’m not buying it,” David said. “I’ve seen the way you look at each other,”

“It’s just professional,” You pressed.

“Good, I don’t really want to think about what the boss looks like naked,” Neagly shuddered at the idea.

“I mean, you see the shirts he wears, it’s not like you couldn’t figure it out,” You teased her. She shook her head, mock disgust, and took a long drink of her beer.

“You’re the worst,” Neagly told you, but there was no venom in it.

“What’s got you all so chatty,” Reacher asked, joining the table after his phone call outside.

The group was in between moments in a case. Just waiting for a shoe to drop or a lead to pan out. Naturally, that meant hanging out at the pub across the street from the little motel they’d camped out in.

Or, if you were Dixon, taking a nap to stave off a headache. But she had been avoiding hanging out too much, so you wondered if there was something else going on there.

“OD was trying to convince Y/N to tell us what you’re like in bed,” Neagly tattled instantly. Reacher’s eyebrows went up.

“Oh really?” He asked.

“I told him I don’t kiss and tell, but he’s insistent that I spill the beans,” You look up at him, hoping your want of him wasn’t as obvious to him as it felt. You knew the group was getting good at reading you though. You hadn’t worked with them long, not compared to the history the others all shared, but it felt a lot like you’d never been anywhere else. And they acted like you were one of them, which was nice except for the teasing.

“That’s not a bad policy,” Reacher took the seat next to you and picked up his beer. Casually, he put his arm across the back of your chair, acting as though it was just because it was more comfortable to be spread out in such a way.

“At least tell us if he’s good or not,” David said.

“Why do you care?” Reacher frowned.

“Gotta be sure you’re taking care of our new girl,” David dismissed Reacher’s annoyance easily.

“Sure,” Reacher rolled his eyes. “I think it’s time to change the subject,”

“I bet she calls you “Daddy”,” David snorted. When you blushed scarlet David pointed at you while swallowing his latest swig of beer. “See! See!”

“Fine, you caught us, we have nasty, nasty sex, and I call him “Daddy”,” You told David flatly, trying not to die from embarrassment. “Can we drop it now?”

Your blush only deepened when Reacher’s fingers stroked your back carefully. You glanced up at him and he seemed to be asking if you were alright. He obviously knew the two of you had not had sex, so he was worried David’s teasing had hurt you in some way. God, you wished you could make him yours, but you knew better.

Reacher liked women like Dixon. Tall, wicked smart, good at fighting, and drop dead beautiful. Long hair and perfect skin…

Thin.

You were none of those things except maybe tall, though next to Reacher you looked short. Most people looked short next to the mountain of a man, to be fair. But you were also wide, all hips and soft flesh, broad shoulders. You did have some skill with a gun, but not nearly as much as Neagly with her sniper skills. You wondered sometimes why they kept you around.

“Yeah,” David seemed to have finally read the room and let it drop.

About an hour later David was about to pass out and Neagly had to practically drag him back to his room for the night.

“I’ll hang out with him, make sure he doesn’t die in his sleep or whatever,” Neagly said, giving Reacher a look you didn’t understand. “So you two have a nice night,”

“Night Neals,” You said.

“Goodnight Neagly,” Reacher echoed.

“So,” Reacher turned to you, his arm still on the back of your chair. “Want another round, or should I walk you back?”

“What were you thinking?” You asked, trying not to dwell too much on how you’d be sharing a room with him soon. You were professional, but everyone has their limits. You just hoped there would be two beds.

The thought of his warmth beside you under the sheets made your thighs clench.

“I’m thinking I’d like to walk you back,” Reacher finished his beer in one final swig and stood. You finished your drink and followed him outside.

The hotel was just across the parking lot and the cool night air did wonders for the warmth on your face.

“Why didn’t you tell them we hadn’t had sex yet?” Reacher asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

You ignored the ‘yet’.

“David was drunk and I knew he wouldn’t give it up, so I just let him believe what he wanted to,” You shrugged. The silence drew on a bit too long while he mulled that over.

“Should we do it, prove him right?” Reacher finally asked as he opened the door to the motel room. It was one of those rooms that never quite looked clean, but it would do for the couple of nights you and the team were staying there.

“Excuse me?” You stumbled on your tongue at the forwardness of his question.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” Reacher asked, turning to look down at you. You found yourself looking at his shoes.

“I mean…” You stammered. “Sure, who wouldn’t? But you don’t have to…” His hand on your chin made the backpedal die on your tongue as he pulled your face up to look at him.

“I want to,”

“Why would you want to?” There was no malice in the ask, just curiosity and about a million years of thinking you weren’t good enough. Of thinking no one wanted you like that.

Especially not someone like him.

Reacher had the audacity to shrug.

“Because I like you… you’ve been extremely helpful to the case, you’re funny, and I can’t stop staring at your ass in those jeans,” something hot flashed through you at his words.

“Oh,” Your face was hot again.

“I need a yes or a no,” Reacher said carefully. He moved to take a bit of your hair between his fingers to play with it for a moment.

You thought about all the reasons to run from him, to run from the situation. To hide behind old insecurities and all the reasons other men before him had given you, telling you exactly why you weren’t worth it.

“Please sweetheart, I need an answer,” Reacher’s other hand made its way to your hip and the pet name hit you square in the chest, knocking the debate right on its ass.

“Yes,” You answered finally. “Please Reacher,” You looked into his face as a grin spread across it.

Then he leaned in and kissed you.

At first it was gentle, a test, a tease. Then he got hungry and his hands got greedy, the one on your face digging into your hair and the one on your hip pulling you flush with his broad chest. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you at the feel of him.

“Just don’t call me “Daddy”,” Reacher said with a smirk.

“Aww, why not?” You teased back.

“Not my thing,” He said before reaching for the hem of your shirt. It came off easily over your head and before you could feel self conscious about the swells of your stomach, he leaned down to kiss you, moving easily to your neck to leave open mouth kisses along your shoulders. Your hands bunched up in his tshirt, pulling him closer as the sensations of his mouth rocked through you.

Reacher paused again, long enough to drop his jacket and pull his tshirt off. He kicked off his boot as his hands made short work of his pants and boxers.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you at him being so eager to be naked.

“What?” Reacher asked, standing there as though his dick wasn’t out.

“You’re very naked,” You said, face red again. He was even more gorgeous than you’d imagined he’d be. All perfect planes of muscle and golden skin.

The kind of man people wrote stories about.

“And you’re not,” Reacher reached for your pants next, watching your face from the corner of his eye to make sure you were still ok with all this. “Let’s fix that.”

Off came your pants and suddenly Reacher had you lifted into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist to keep balance as he carried you to the bed.

“I knew you were strong, but who knew you were this strong?” You giggled. You hadn’t been picked up in years, and not without a lot of grunting and straining. It was nice to be manhandled without the commentary. He fell forward with you onto the bed, careful not to bury you under his own weight.

“What? Like you’re heavy?” Reacher teased, connecting his lips to the skin along your collarbones. He made his way between the valley of your breasts until he remembered he could take your bra off.

“Well, I’m not exactly small,”

“Neither am I,” He agreed. “So what?”

“You’re something else,” You sighed, smirking at him while he tried to remove your bra while you were still laying on it. You adjusted so he could get to the hooks and he descended on you as soon as the fabric came free. You gasped, back arching, at the sensation of his mouth sucking hard on your nipple.

You felt Reacher chuckle against you as your hand buried itself in his hair.

“Fuck, that feels good,” You murmured as he moved to the other one. “I knew you’d be good with that mouth, Daddy,” You weren’t sure what possessed you to tease him like that, especially considering you finally had him where you wanted him, but it slipped out anyway.

Reacher pulled back to look at you, incredulous.

“Don’t call me that,” He said, serious, but no bite.

“But Daddy,” You teased again, enjoying the unimpressed look on his face.

“I can stop,” He warned. You giggled a little but shook your head at him.

“I’m sorry, it’s just funny,” You told him, tugging at the hair at the base of his skull.

“If you say so,” Reacher rolled his eyes but leaned back in to kiss you. You held onto him while he moved his hips against your still clothed core, teasing a whine from your throat that he swallowed.

Reacher kissed his way down your neck and moved himself off the end of the bed.

“Where you going?” You asked, confused until he grabbed your ankles and pulled you flush with the end of the bed, casually shouldering his way under and between your legs.

“I want a taste of you,” Reacher said, reaching up to tease you through your thoroughly ruined panties. His strong fingers stroked you a few times before he pulled the offending fabric down, exposing you to him completely.

If you weren’t lost to the sensations of Reacher kissing your inner thighs, you might have had the thought to be embarrassed by the growl he let loose when he finally got to the apex of your thighs.

You knew Reacher was good with his mouth, but damn it all if he didn’t keep proving it.

Your thighs constricted around his shoulders as his tongue mercilessly played with your clit. Just when you were about to ask him to slow down, he moved slightly so that he could lick a stripe through your folds, over and over, like a dog with his favorite bone.

“God, Reacher, I’m gonna… I’m gonna,” You tried to hold off, wanting this to last longer, but he was too dead set on pulling your first orgasm from you. He didn’t seem to notice how tightly your legs pressed in on him as your orgasm tore through you.

You tried to pull him off, fist in his hair, but he kept licking until you shuddered from the aftermath of his attentions.

“God damn, Reacher, that was… amazing,” You heaved as he finally gave you a break from his tongue. He kissed the plush of your hip, then the excess of your stomach, landing finally at the valley between your breasts, where he licked a long stripe, simply because he could.

“Want another?” Reacher asked with a lopsided grin. His hands were feeling you, rubbing up and down your hips and thighs, keeping you alight and pliant for him.

You nodded at him, caressing his face as he nibbled on the skin closest to his mouth, making you squirm.

“Fingers or are you ready for more?” He asked. You wanted to be surprised by his question, but it really wasn’t a surprise that he wanted to go at your pace. He’d often slowed himself down for others when the moment called for it, and you were thankful he didn’t run head first into sex with you. You weren’t sure you’d have survived it.

“Don’t make me choose,” You whined.

“Tell me what you want,”

“You, I want you,” You told him and he chuckled before covering your mouth with his once more. You could still taste the tang of your own release on his lips and somehow it only made you hotter.

“Yeah?” Reacher asked, sounding cocky. You nodded, kissing him again.

Always more of a man of action, Reacher moved to flip you both so that you were on top of him. You braced yourself on his impressively toned chest, before adjusting, trying not to put too much pressure on him. He didn’t seem to notice nor care about the added weight.

Reacher had his hands on your hips, moving you against his length, teasing you both. When you moaned and began to move on your own, he lifted your hips to line himself up with your waiting heat.

“Reacher,” you gasped out his name as he filled you all at once. Impossibly deep. He cursed under you, caught in the sensation with you.

You moved your hips again, sliding up and down the length of him without letting him escape your slick warmth. Now Reacher was a moaning mess just as much as you were, his hands tight and grasping at your hips as you squeezed around him.

You wondered how much he could take.

So you leaned forward enough to kiss his chest, trailing your tongue along the muscles and smooth skin. He shuddered under you but didn't protest. You kissed your way up to his neck and couldn't resist the urge to sink your teeth into him, just a little bit.

Part of you hoped it wouldn't leave a mark, since the team would surely comment, but part of you hoped it would. If it left a mark you would cherish it.

“I'm not going to last long if you keep that up,” Reacher’s voice was thick and needy. You rocked your hips against his again and he jerked his up to meet you.

“I think that's the point, love,” you chuckled, feeling his hot length twitch inside you at the pet name.

“Call me that again,” he begged. You grinned. So he didn't go for “daddy” but “love” got him?

“Anything for you, love,” you purred against his throat. He groaned loudly, trying to hold himself together and failing.

“Fuck,” he cursed again and in one easy motion had you flipped on your back again, your legs hoisted over his hips so that he had the leverage he craved to drill into you. It was your turn to groan as he pushed himself impossibly deeper, hitting parts of you that you didn't even know liked being hit.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned. “I'm gonna cum again,”

“Good,”

Your brain cells tried to scatter but you wrangled them enough to form one last coherent thought.

“Cum for me first, love,” you begged him and with a final groan Reacher spilled himself inside you, filling you to the brim with everything he had to give as you found your release around him.

In the high of your release you didn't realize your fingers had clawed their way across his back, landing in the meat of his arms. When you finally relaxed you felt a little bad at how deep your nails had dug. Those certainly would leave marks.

“Amazing,” Reacher mumbled as he rolled to the side, slipping from your abused center. You whined at the overstimulation but cuddled closer when he reached for you.

“Not bad yourself, love,” you whispered back. His face broke into a dopey grin.

“I like how that sounds,” he murmured. You reached out to caress his face as his eyes fluttered closed.

“Better than "daddy "?” You teased. He grunted as he fought sleep.

“Much better,” he told you.

“Ok, “love” it is then,” you moved to kiss him gently and he returned the kiss without asking for more.

Though you'd have given him more, given him anything, should he have asked.

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