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HOLY SHIT!???!!?!!??? THIS IS SO COOL??????

Some manips I made for a @dontpulloutman inspired story I got planned that I thought of while rereading their Rhett Abbott story

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What apps do you use to make your beautiful creations for the messages and stuff

MeMi message, twinote, funsta and canva :))

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Can you explain the singer!y/n multiverse if you haven’t already

ok so theres TWO timelines (three in my head) where:

CANON TIMELINE

they met circa 2012, in an afterparty in LA where (for fic purposes) eden introduced them. lewis already knew singer!yn cos he has a slight crush on her (she released her debut album in 2010 and is in the process of making her second AND IDK ITS SO CUTE TO ME THAT HE LIKED HER FIRST YKNO) she wrote "enchanted" about this night

they got together circa 2018 and were supposed to keep it SUPER LOWKEY but she accidentally soft launched him on ig so they decided to become public circa 2024

she attends the 2025 thunderbolts LA premiere aww cuties (this is their first outing together)

BREAKUP AU

they've been public since 2018 !!!!

she went to the El Royale premiere but NOT with him (but ppl know they're together UGH) she went to the TGM premiere in 2022 !!! TOGETHER!!!! their first red carpet together (basically she's either on his arm or a few ppl behind him in his movie premieres bcos WHY NOT HUH)

also she would bring him as her date to some music award stuff idk they're being cute and icky in my head

in the month leading up to the thunderbolts premiere (alexa play you're losing me by taylor swift) they talk about how their relationship is going stagnant and perhaps their insecurities are getting the best of them and BASICALLY there's this weird tension between them that they cant explain so they decide to go on a little break

fast forward TB premiere, YN didn't attend and ppl are so confused cos HELLO GIRL THIS IS UR BOYF'S BIGGEST ROLE SO FAR AND URE NOT HERE???? and then a few days later the lewis and k*ia pics leak

fast forward 2 months her breakup album drops

a month later, she's all over new york and los angeles all dressed up with friends at bars and restaurants and studios mhmm

4 months (6 months into their on and off thingy) lewis is seen near her apartment lmfao bro does NAWT know how to hide from the paps

2 months later they were spotted entering a bar in montana (messy bitches) and then for the next couple months she's with him and the band SIGHHHHH

and then SHE DROPS AFTERGLOW

basically they were on and off for a year (and she's lowk seeing pedro pascal UGH maybe i should write something for him)

ALT TIMELINE (the little demon in my head)

they stay broken up and she moves on with pedro pascal

the end <33

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in regards to muse!verse (specifically breakup one), i feel dumb bc i still don’t get why they broke up in the first place?? did she break up with him?? WHY DID IT EVEN HAPPEN LIKE BRUH maybe im just dumb and can’t read between the lines like other ppl but i would love all the tea to be spilled give me all the juicy deets!! i’m a nosy mf ok thx love u queen 🙏🩷

tldr; fame and their careers are putting some pressure on them cos they were so used to being lowkey and then yn started to make her own album again (instead of just writing for others) + prepping for a tour and lewis got a job with bigboi marvel Yup

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Ok, got bit by the curiosity bug again, now I wanna know who suggested moving in together and what their day to day domestic life is like, also what kinda animals do they have?

ok so i genuinely think there wasnt an official "move in with me?" moment ... it kinda just happened? after the break up with harry, they'd go back and forth from her place in LA and his place in Montana cos that's where she wrote her HS break up album ++ they're such besties they'd have sleepovers before they got together!!!! and then the pandemic happened and YEAH it just made sense for them to stay at lewis's place cos its huge, isolated, and has a HOME STUDIO HELL YEAH

if they didnt have anything scheduled, i think they're the type of couple to ALWAYS eat together... (insert lewis's Men's Health interview) maybe he makes breakfast for them cos singer!yn was up at 2am cos she had a song idea, she makes their dinner... they work out together... jam out together... i see them walking into the other playing something on guitar or piano or drums and being like "BABE THAT SOUNDS GREAT" and then they just do an impromptu jam session with their fave songs or her new songs (pmo its not happening to me)

they 100% have a bunch of chickens with a coop they built together (he built it, she painted it) they have 3 dogs (mona, bodie, and nova) and 2 cats (ben and lexie) i see them fostering kittens HUHUHU BABBEIS MY SHAYLAAA and maybe even horses??? idk tbh they seem so outdoorsy but also reclusive its kinda funny

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guys muse!verse is so serious to me im so in love with this au 😭😭😭

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What’s yn’s favorite Lewis role and what’s his favorite song of hers?

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for muse!verse q&a: how did you react to lew as jordan in skincare? the dancing scene in his apartment??

(this took me an hour to edit jfc) - still accepting questions :D

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Who was more nervous for the first kiss? You or him? Who made the first move?

(i'm still accepting questions!!)

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do you guys have any questions for singer!yn (both canon and breakup AU) and/or muse!verse lewis? my inbox is open! hehe (lets talk tea omg)

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I guess my biggest question about the muse!verse (it's pretty basic lol) is how meeting the families went, like just her being super famous and his dad being super famous and her family also being super close and tight knit, it's just something I wonder about a lot. Love this verse! thanks so much for being so active and creative with it!

thank you so much for reading!! i always get SO HAPPY seeing u in my notifs everytime i post :))

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premiere day!

singer!yn x lewis pullman a/n: sigh.... she's out of the ward and back on tumblr guys ... i hope u like this! i wrote this really quickly cos i'll be kinda busy for the next few days and i dont wanna leave yall hanging HAHAHAHAHA bye :)

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taglist: — feel free to comment or send an ask to be added! :) @pearlstiare @yesshewrites1 @secretkittydreamland @its-just-me-rin @menrsluts @fandom-geek17 @ashaluuler @homiesexual-or-homosexual @naushtheaspiringauthor @lizzie8878 @ae-aeitch @kaixvdenny @sarahskywalker-amidala @sunflowrhaze @micksslut @ricksbae @cohabitate @bloodcanbehot @bmyva1entine @sebbysbaby

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hi!! is it possible for you to write one for lewis pullman in general or bob floyd inspired by this

Hi! Yes of COURSE it’s possible, I’m so glad you asked :) I chose to do Lewis for this one, but maybe in the future I’ll do a Bob Floyd version… 🤔💭

Also the tweet itself is so funny I swear I’ve seen it like 50 other times and still laughed at it. Thanks for bringing it back!

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Plus One, Minus Me

Lewis Pullman x Reader

You were halfway through another spreadsheet, fingers stiff from typing, when your phone started to buzz across the desk. The screen lit up with a name that made the corners of your mouth soften—Lew💞.

You tucked the phone between your shoulder and ear, already grateful for the break. “Hey, you,” you said, brushing a crumb from your lap. “What’s up?”

His voice came through, winded. “Quick question—where are you?”

You frowned faintly, clicking away from the screen. “Um. At work? Still chained to the desk. Why?”

There was a shuffle on the other end. Distant laughter. A thud, like someone had dropped something nearby. And then—faintly—a child's voice calling for someone named "Captain Lewis."

“…Wait,” you said, straightening up. “Where are you?”

“I’m at your family’s place?” he replied, like it was obvious. “The cookout. The one you told me about last week?”

Your brain did a somersault. You yanked open your calendar. June 25th — Family cookout, 3 PM — backyard, bring something sweet?

Oh god. You had told him.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “I completely forgot.”

“I thought you were just running late,” he said, unbothered. “Your mom texted me the address this morning, so I just showed up. Figured it'd be polite to shake some hands and make a quiet exit.”

You groaned, already burying your face in one hand. “I had back-to-back reports this morning. I didn’t even think—I’m so sorry—wait, how are you even surviving out there? My family’s like, full-contact socializing.”

There was a brief silence, and then a huff of laughter.

“Yeah, I didn’t really get a choice. Your aunt handed me a pair of tongs before I even finished saying hello. I’ve grilled, stacked chairs, lost a round of trivia, and now I’m being roped into a scavenger hunt by your cousin? I think I’m her team captain now?”

You could almost see him: sleeves rolled up, awkwardly trying to blend in, probably blushing his way through small talk while balancing a paper plate.

“Lewis,” you sighed, equal parts charmed and horrified.

But he didn’t hear it. His voice had shifted, distracted again. “Wait—someone’s calling me—uh, hey, sorry, I can’t really talk right now, I’m being drafted into backyard dodgeball. Your dad’s on the opposing team and he’s been warming up for ten minutes—I think he’s taking this personally—okay, gotta go—bye!”

Click.

You blinked.

He hung up.

He actually hung up on you.

To play dodgeball.

At your family’s cookout.

That you forgot about.

A scoff caught in your throat—half disbelieving, half amazed. You shook your head and stared at the phone like it had betrayed you. Moments later, a message came in.

A photo. Blurry but full of motion. Lewis in the foreground, red-cheeked and triumphant, clutching a foam ball like a prize. Behind him: your dad mid-sprint, your cousin ducking for cover. Someone had stuck a makeshift nametag on Lewis’s shirt. It read: “TEAM MVP.”

Then came the text:

Lew💞: “Tell me this counts as cardio. Also tell your mom I’m winning? Sort of.”

You felt a smile start somewhere deep and involuntary. A quiet warmth that spread beneath your ribs.

You: “I can’t believe you’re just out there bonding with my entire family without me:(”

Lew💞: “Yeah, well. Someone had to represent you. I’m doing my best. Now if you’ll excuse me, your uncle just pulled out the water balloons.”

Pause.

Lew💞(follow-up): “P.S. Tell your boss you’re missing a great pasta salad.”

———

You managed to finish up your shift a little after sunset, eyes heavy and brain gelatinous from too many hours of spreadsheets and fluorescent lights. But as soon as you clocked out, your feet moved on instinct. You barely thought about it—just turned the wheel and pointed your car in the direction of home. Or at least, the temporary version of it: your parents’ house, backyard still glowing with string lights and the leftover echo of laughter.

By the time you pulled up, most of the chaos had thinned. The crowd had quieted to clusters of folding chairs and flickering citronella candles. A few cousins darted around with glow sticks; someone had put on an old playlist, the kind that lived in your family’s blood more than memory.

You stepped into the yard with a breath held like a confession.

Your parents were at the patio table, sipping something warm, plates scraped mostly clean. Your mom saw you first. Her eyes lit up, though she didn’t rise—just waved you over with a small smile.

“I’m so sorry,” you said as soon as you reached them. “I completely spaced. Work swallowed me whole.”

Your dad waved a hand. “Don’t worry about it. We figured you’d show up when you could.”

“Besides,” your mom said, patting your arm. “Lewis made up for both of you.”

You blinked. “He did?”

“Oh, absolutely,” she said, grinning. “He’s been playing referee, grill assistant, magician, babysitter, and apparently—”

Your dad cut in. “—the reigning water balloon dodge champion.”

You laughed, cheeks warming. “Where is he now?”

Your mom stood, nodding for you to follow her through the side of the yard. “He wore himself out. The little ones ran him into the ground.”

You passed the garden hose, a collapsed beach ball, and a pair of soaked sneakers—evidence of earlier warfare—and then turned the corner into the screened-in sunroom.

There he was. Sprawled on the old futon like a crime scene outline, one arm thrown dramatically over his eyes. His shirt was damp, hair tousled, and someone had draped a beach towel over him like a blanket. Your youngest cousin had left a juice box balanced precariously on his chest.

You stood in the doorway and just stared for a second. He looked so comfortable. Like he belonged there. Like your family had absorbed him fully, and he’d let it happen.

“He kept saying he wasn’t tired,” your mom said quietly behind you. “Then he sat down for one second and passed out like a light.”

You glanced at her, grateful.

“Thanks for looking after him.”

She touched your back, light as a whisper. “He fits, sweetheart. Good one, that boy.”

You smiled, then stepped forward to kneel by the futon. You gently moved the juice box, then brushed a hand along his arm. “Hey,” you murmured. “Ready to head home?”

He stirred, blinking slowly, smile groggy and crooked. “Did we win?”

“You definitely lost consciousness, so… sort of.”

He laughed under his breath, voice husky with sleep. “Your cousin is terrifying. I think I work for her now.”

“Come on,” you said, nudging him upright. “Let’s get you out of here before she demands overtime.”

You guided him to the car, waving your goodbyes over your shoulder as he leaned sleepily against you, still radiating warmth from all the attention and adrenaline. And as you drove, his head tipped gently against the window, you couldn’t help but marvel at it all.

By the time you pulled into the driveway, the stars were out and the air had that summer hush to it—cool against your skin, the kind of quiet that only arrives after a long, noisy day.

Lewis was half-asleep again in the passenger seat, arms folded, head resting against the window like he might be dreaming something sweet. You hated to wake him, but the porch light flickered on as the car door opened, and he stirred on his own, rubbing at his eyes.

“Home?” he murmured.

You nodded. “Just about.”

Inside, you helped him kick off his shoes while he yawned like a cartoon character. He dropped his keys twice, then muttered something about how your cousins had “the combined energy of a nuclear plant.” You snorted as you tossed the spare blanket from the couch over his shoulders and went to fetch a glass of water.

When you came back, he was standing in the kitchen doorway, eyes soft and half-lidded, just watching you.

“You’re staring,” you said, offering him the glass.

He took it with both hands, sipped, then said, “Your mom likes me.”

“She does.”

“Your dad said I throw like a ‘real man,’ which I think was a compliment.”

You laughed and leaned your hip against the counter. “You made quite the impression.”

He gave a sleepy smile. “I just didn’t want them to miss you too much.”

That made you pause. Then step forward.

And tuck a hand into the curve of his elbow.

“I think you distracted them just fine.”

You guided him to the couch and sat down beside him, legs curled under you, shoulder brushing his. He exhaled, deep and slow, like he was finally letting go of the day.

After a moment, you reached over, gently pulling a stray blade of grass from his hair.

He watched you with that look of his—soft, a little amused, all affection.

“Thanks for showing up,” you said quietly.

He blinked. “Of course.”

“No, I mean… not just for me. For them. For being there, even when I wasn’t. You didn’t have to.”

He leaned back, head tilted, eyes studying you in that unassuming way of his. Then: “Yeah, but you love them. And I love you. It’s not that complicated.”

Your breath caught a little. Because of how easy, how logical he made it sound.

And how right it felt, hearing it here, in this quiet pocket of the night, after everything.

You didn’t say anything right away. Just reached for his hand and laced your fingers through his.

Outside, a cricket chirped somewhere in the dark. The kind of sound that only made silence feel more full, not less.

Eventually, he sank sideways into the cushions and pulled you gently with him.

And there, tangled together on the couch, your fingers still warm in his, you revelled in this love you'd found.

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curiosity killed the hangman || bob floyd

or otherwise knows as, pt. 2 to thanks to hangman (due to popular request hehe)

includes: smut 18+, fem!reader, exhibitionism, oral (f. receiving), p in v, creampie.

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hangman thought he was going insane.

he had to be. because there was no way he just spent the entire night listening to his next door hallway neighbor bob going to pound town.

and he meant pound town in the very essence of the term. from the creaking bed, to the grunts and moans, and worst of all, the high-pitched cries of the unsuspecting wso’s name echoing through the thin walls.

but a question lingered in jake’s mind that following morning:

who was the person with bob?

that was what he was thinking of during the routine debrief. the squad very quickly noticed the lack of snarky remarks from hangman, especially the ones he tailored specifically towards bob.

you sat next to bob, hiding a devilish smirk from the blond pilot. you could practically see the gears shifting in his brain, trying to piece together the mystery of last night’s encounter.

it wasn’t until friday night that same week.

the team was gathered in their usual spot, the hard deck. the music was pumping, people were laughing, beers were flowing, and the pool games just kept on rolling.

hangman was still peculiarly quiet—though he played it off as ‘focusing on the game’. phoenix and payback took every opportunity to poke fun at the brooding man.

you were perched on a bar stool between bob and rooster, the three of you chatting as normal. you snuck glances at jake, finding great pleasure in his abysmal confusion.

suddenly, you felt something icy cold splash over the expanse of your lap. your instincts kicked in and you were on your feet in seconds, shrieking a loud, “bob!”

in between rushed apologies from the bespectacled fellow, the obnoxious snickering from rooster, and the concerned eyes from phoenix and fanboy—hangman froze.

he knew that voice. the tone of it, to be more specific. that shrill sound was engraved in his memory by now.

so while bob sheepishly dried the beer off of you with a napkin, hangman was staring at the two of you, his gaze piercing as it all started coming together.

you met his eyes and it clicked. he knew. you knew. but he didn’t know that you knew he knew. you concealed a smile.

phase 2 of your plan was ready to launch.

over the following weeks, you perfectly plotted subtle advances towards bob so that jake would notice. small stuff—your hand grazing over bob’s thigh during debriefs, sitting a little too close at the bar so that your knees constantly bumped together, fixing his hair after a flight and letting your hand linger longer than necessary. minor actions that would drive hangman crazy because you knew he needed evidence.

he couldn’t just go up to the rest of the crew and tell them about how bob fucked you stupid just a few meters away from his quarters without proof; they’d call him a deranged idiot.

he needed something concrete. something tangible.

so the night he “caught” you whispering into bob’s ear about how you had accidentally left your thong in his room—earning you a pretty flushed look from bob, who hurriedly waved it off as the effects of the alcohol—jake knew he had the perfect opportunity.

he rushed back to the living quarters before anyone else, making his way to the end of the hall where bob’s room was in quick strides. he snuck in stealthily and looked around for the incriminating garment.

his eyes finally zeroed in on the lacy underwear, laying there innocently by the foot of the bed.

he picked it up with a victorious smile. but it didn’t last long. his ears picked up on the sound of footsteps and he instantly ducked under the bed.

the door flew open and hangman was unfortunately subject to the sounds of wet kissing and clothes shuffling.

“i’ve been thinking about you all night,” he heard bob’s breathless voice.

“me too, bobby, need you so bad.” that was, without a doubt, your voice. hangman wanted to celebrate. he won! …but at what cost?

he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him the more he listened to the two of you. he closed his eyes and cursed the karmic forces in the universe. you, on the other hand, were basking in the satisfaction. you weren’t an idiot, you knew he was in the room—the imprint of his boots on the carpeted floor was telling enough. poor bob, though, was too horny to notice.

“wanna taste this pussy,” bob murmured hungrily. he looked so hot when he was desperate.

you pulled him closer to you, “please, i miss the way your tongue felt on me.”

bob practically ripped the clothes off your body. he held one of your legs up to rest on his shoulders as he trailed his kisses downward, each one leading him closer to his desired destination.

he could smell your arousal, the sweet and heady scent he cherished and craved. he licked you through your underwear and you let out a trembling whimper.

bob groaned, “you’re already this wet for me?”

you nodded eagerly, “mhm… so ready for you.”

he let out a barely-contained moan before pulling your panties aside and licking a long stripe from the bottom of your folds to your sensitive little nub.

you melted into the mattress, letting out a deep sigh of relief. one of your hands found purchase between his sandy locks, tugging at the roots—urging him closer to your heat.

“tastes so good,” you heard his muffled voice. your thighs squeezed around his head in response. he continued licking you up, the rich slick gathering on his tongue before he spread it all over your folds in a messy manner that only made your hole clench around nothing.

you let out a high-pitched moan when bob’s tongue tentatively kitten licked around the rim of your entrance. he smiled against your core, knowing he hit the jackpot. his tongue dove into you, going as far in as he could reach without suffocating—though he wouldn’t mind that at all if the request fell from your pretty, pleading lips.

bob had you seeing stars. your mouth fell open and you let out the most addicting string of sounds he had ever heard in his life—hangman would’ve argued the same too if he wasn’t busy hatching an escape plan.

bob pulled away for just a moment to gasp out, “need to feel you cum on my tongue, princess. please,” before he jumped back in with a stronger fervor.

you nodded dumbly even though he couldn’t see, “yes, bobby, i’m so close…” your walls pulsed around his tongue, every now and then clamping down on his wet muscle and eliciting a deep groan from the wso.

he pinned your hips down as you started bucking up into his mouth, his arched nose bumping into your clit so perfectly, the timing of it, with the passion of his tongue, only had you gripping the sheets tighter and crying out louder.

“bob, i-i’m gonna—“ and then you were sent off into another dimension; the high had you gasping for air—your head dizzy with the force of it. bob guided you through it, licking you up so dutifully, giving you all the attention in all the right places.

bob was breathing heavily as he pulled away. the sight of him so wrecked just from that—his cobalt eyes a little dazed, spit and drool covering his chin (mixed in with your essence to the point you couldn’t tell each fluid apart), his tongue sticking out and greedily licking it all off before moaning so sinfully at the taste—fuck, it had your cunt weeping.

“did i do a good job?” he asked in delirium. oh bob, always so rabid to please.

you gently held the side of his face and swiped your thumb across the apple of his cheek. you smiled and nodded, “you did amazing, bobby.”

those ocean eyes lit up like the sky on the 4th of july and your heart thumped.

you bit your lip, calculating your next move, remembering you had an audience that needed to be humbled.

“want you to fuck me, bobby.”

he didn’t need to be told twice. he quickly fumbled into the pocket of his pants, attempting to fish out a condom when the plastic fell and landed just a few inches away from hangman.

jake’s eyes widened. his heart stopped beating for a second.

bob let out a small grunt in frustration before bending down to retrieve it. he would surely spot his crew mate under the bed, oh this is going to end terribly, isn’t it? just one look and—

“let’s go without the condom, baby.”

hangman couldn’t even release a sigh of relief but he did so mentally. bob had just stopped short from locking eyes with him when he heard your melodic voice calling him back to you.

bob straightened up with the cutest confused face you had ever seen. your heart couldn’t handle it sometimes! you leaned in and showered his face with kisses as he asked, “are you sure? don’t you wanna be safe?”

you planted one last kiss on his mouth before pulling away and replying, “wanna feel all of you, bobby. it felt so good the first time.”

and with that logic, how could he resist? bob made a mental note to get you a plan b from the infirmary tomorrow morning. he stuffed that thought away just as he pinned you down on the bed.

he took out his poor, leaky cock out from the constraints of his garments. you couldn’t help but pout at the scene. “did you get all worked up from eating me out, baby?”

bob nodded pathetically, “always get worked up from you.”

he aligned himself with your entrance and slowly eased in. the air was pulled out of you, you gripped onto his shoulders as his cock pushed past your tight walls, and your eyes fluttered shut.

you whimpered, “feels so big…”

hangman rolled his eyes, how big could he possibly—

you let out a sharp cry, “ah! too big, won’t fit!”

jake closed his mouth.

bob was shaking with a mixture of excitement and the sheer amount of self control he was holding back. he didn’t want to hurt you, but it was getting increasingly challenging to ignore the tempting call of just plowing into you before ever bottoming out.

“i-it’ll fit, princess. it fit the first time, i can do it again.”

you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as the pain slowly subsided. you both let out a relieved sigh when he bottomed out. he adjusted his hold on your hips before thrusting into you.

that was the start of the many moans and cries that left your drooling mouth.

also the start of prayers and wishful thinking that hangman held onto in the midst of his suffering (and raging hard-on). his head was throbbing so hard he felt like it was going to crack open in half. if he was being honest, he wanted to cry. far were the days he lived in blissful ignorance, when the matter of whom bob fucked was a perfect mystery. he had only himself to blame for opening up pandora’s box. oh naive, stupid, stupid jake.

a strangled whine snapped him out of his contemplative escape. no matter how many times you had sex with bob, it always felt like he was fucking a virgin with how tight your walls felt—or maybe it was the other way around; he was just so huge.

bob buried his face in your neck as he continued to pump his aching dick in and out of you. in the midst of your hazy pleasure, you pretended not to notice hangman’s creeping silhouette as he quietly snuck out the room, or the fact that he dropped your thong on the way out.

you smiled. he heard enough. and you’re positive he’s gonna make a fool out of himself with the rest of the squad.

you were pulled back in when bob hit that spongy spot inside of you, earning him a gratifying moan in return. your fingernails dug into his pale back, sure to leave abstract line art that he will wear proudly because it’s yours.

“you feel so good, sweetheart. don’t think i-i’m gonna last much longer,” bob told you.

you were already so sensitive from the way he ravaged on your pussy so you weren’t holding up any better than he was. “me too, bobby. can we cum together?”

bob felt like he could’ve released just from those sweet words, but he steeled himself and nodded. “i’d love that, pretty. more than anything, actually.”

that nickname again. you smiled.

he picked up his speed, thrusting harshly to bring the both of you to that promising peak. the walls of his room echoed the moans and grunts you two sang, the reverberating sound of skin slapping on skin; that distinct wet melody that had you both edging closer together.

and finally, with a cry of each other’s name, the two of you were propelled into your shared climax. bob rested his forehead against yours, trying to ground himself in the moment before he lost control and fucked you both into overstimulation. your heat squeezed around his cock, milking the cum out of him as it filled you up in thick spurts. a lewd white ring coated the base of bob’s girthy dick, a symbol of your union.

despite the crudeness of it all, there was a bright smile tugging on your wobbly lips, mirrored on each other’s flushed face. sex with bob always felt so light—regardless of how intense it was. it felt playful and safe, an exploration of one other in the most intimate and tender ways, even if you two got filthy with it.

as bob pulled out and caught his breath, his eyes caught the sight of your thong by the door. “was that always there?” he asked, perplexed.

you let out a huff of air, “do you really wanna know?”

he tilted his head, an adorable expression of confusion and curiosity on his face.

oh boy.

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singer!yn x lewis pullman a/n: "HOW DID IT END" PART 3 !! my fav messy couple is BACK kinda busy, kinda anxious abt some life stuff rn BUT ITS NOT GONNA STOP ME FROM MY MUSE!VERSE THOUGHTS so here's an update! :)

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yourinstagram my new album, AFTERGLOW, is available now!

if there's anything the past year has taught me it is that everything happens for a reason, and everything will fall into place. thanks to @.jackantonoff and @.aarondessner for helping me write and produce for this project. my words will remain as they are if it isn't for you musical geniuses. a special thanks to my muse, the first person i play my songs to, and to my beloved @.edenbrolin and @.ynsister the second and third people i play my songs to.

to the fans, (yes i've seen the tweets) i hope you like this one! 🤍

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ezrramil3z im so excited for the TEAAAAA we're gonna get

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yourinstagram bejeweled BTS pics! 🤩🎉 thank you so much for the overwhelming support you gave AFTERGLOW 🥹🤍 as a little treat, here's a bunch of pics i took on the set of the bejeweled music video! HUUUUUGE thanks and kisses to the amazing laura dern for accepting to be part of my lil music video. thank you to the BEAUTIFUL miss dita von teese for being patient with my clumsy and uncoordinated self. to este, alana, and danielle, my closest friends. we might not be sisters in this life, but we can be horrible step-sisters to each other in another one. this is the THIRD!!! time i directed my own music video. i think i did good 😜💃 AFTERGLOW IS AVAILABLE ON STREAMING NOW!

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yntruther they really are back together...

midn1ghtz LEWIS PULLMAN!!???!?!?

sunkissed if i spoke... i might get cancelled

bl4ckd0g has anyone also read the variety interview??? insane reveal btw

judefpg what was in it? bl4ckd0g yn revealed that her co-writer for the song "afterglow" (carroll ross) is actually lewis judefpg WHAT??? bl4ckd0g YEAH twt is so shocked rn

dakotajohnson GORGEOUS LADY! Amazing video, breathtaking album! Miss you a lot xx

ynsmidnight the yn and lew pic is so funny she's all dressed up for the vid and he's in his usual fit lmao they're like ... barbie and trucker ken

abbottranch THOSE FUCKIN SUNGLASSES ARE HAUNTING ME ynsmidnight he has a fave sdhjkfjksd

ynsonly this album ACTUALLY gave me whiplash. im shaking my ass to bejeweled one second and then crying to the voice note version of MBOBHFT in the next

v0idedbob HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND AND THAT WAS THE WORST PART ynsonly i cry every time i hear it v0idedbob when she said "it sounds sad cos its on piano, but also because im just sad in general" at the start of the voice note .... I WAS CLENCHING MY BUTTCHEEKS IN PREPARATION ynsonly NO COS THAT UPBEAT INSTRUMENTAL ISNT GONNA HIDE HOW FUCKIN SAD THE SONG IS GIRL

aftergl0wed MOTHERRRRRRR

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premiere day!

singer!yn x lewis pullman a/n: sigh.... she's out of the ward and back on tumblr guys ... i hope u like this! i wrote this really quickly cos i'll be kinda busy for the next few days and i dont wanna leave yall hanging HAHAHAHAHA bye :)

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[dontpulloutman]

premiere day!

singer!yn x lewis pullman a/n: sigh.... she's out of the ward and back on tumblr guys ... i hope u like this! i wrote this really quickly cos i'll be kinda busy for the next few days and i dont wanna leave yall hanging HAHAHAHAHA bye :)

(masterlist)

taglist: — feel free to comment or send an ask to be added! :) @pearlstiare @yesshewrites1 @secretkittydreamland @its-just-me-rin @menrsluts @fandom-geek17 @ashaluuler @homiesexual-or-homosexual @naushtheaspiringauthor @lizzie8878 @ae-aeitch @kaixvdenny @sarahskywalker-amidala @sunflowrhaze @micksslut @ricksbae @cohabitate @bloodcanbehot @bmyva1entine @sebbysbaby