#pair de lune

[mipexch]

Just wanted to say the v4v comic you did with v2 trying to fix v1 was really nice and made me very upset thank you/pos

thank you. they have issues

[id-oce]

Love you the same

[birdcatt]

yeah

[v1model]

'til death do us part, please keep breaking my heart / 'til it ceases to beat, please be mine

[labrat-heart-emoji]

Parallels with one of my first V4V fanarts. For robots, getting your arm torn off is like making out.

[synthnetz]

AHRJEJKCMRKCNRNF LO VE…..

[neptunianrefrain]

still thinking about this thing that i said to my brother ages ago and i think you guys wanna think about it too so here

(paraphrased slightly) "so you know how wedding rings are worn on the left hand's ring finger right? cuz it has a direct connection to the heart right? well note how v2 left behind her left arm after the first fight. She was proposing to you. And you rejected her. or the whiplash is the wedding band and the knuckleblaster is the engagement ring believe what you want"

[crescentneko]

So when we getting v1 n v2 messing around in a costume shop in lust or something?

[1010lilfoot]

Amber complimenting Sam’s arms please…i neeeeeed it!!! Cause the latest page is just adorable!

Hohoho... I will do you one better as well... Art dump time >:)

((I dropped most of this on patreon a while ago but I want to put it here too. Post was affectionately titled “weird girl romance hours”))

As it said in the caption: “What if you were a child solider with no morals and I had super strong emotions and we were both girls?”

Anyway I’ve already decided what’s going to come of this weird girl flirting in the comic, but unfortunately I will not reveal it. Will they date? Will nothing happen? We will see together.

[starrylothcat]

Deserved

Pairing: Crosshair x Gen!Reader

Summary: Crosshair wakes up next to you.

Warnings: None. A lil’ fluff. A lil’ angst. Spoilers for S3.

WC: 300

A/N: I have so many feelings after the season premiere! Crosshair is making me act up. I wrote this little drabble bc I love him. Enjoy!

Crosshair opened his eyes, expecting to see the dark durasteel ceiling of his cell.

As his eyes focused in the early morning light, he quickly realized he was somewhere else. The pillow beneath his head was soft. His back was comfortable on a mattress, not in pain from the hard cot he spent his sleeping and waking hours on in the detainment facility.

A soft sound broke the silence, and Crosshair turned his head.

You were asleep, peaceful and beautiful, your chest slowly rising with each breath.

That’s right. He was here. With you.

Crosshair let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He could feel the familiar panic and anxiety in his gut fading. Seeing you next to him brought him back to reality.

Crosshair slowly lifted a hand, ever so gently brushing his fingers across your cheek.

You smiled, mumbling his name, but didn’t wake.

Your skin was warm and soft. You grounded him.

His fingers trembled slightly, but not from his anguished memories. His hands have steadied ever since being with you, though not fully gone.

Instead, they trembled with emotion. How could someone so perfect, so forgiving, so strong, be next to him every morning when he wakes.

He still didn’t think he deserves this, or deserves you.

He knows it’s a stupid thought, but Crosshair is still amazed daily that you continue to stand by him.

Crosshair had accepted his fate, ready to die in the Empire’s grasp, to rot away in a cell as they took what they needed from him.

All it took was someone to believe in him. Omega didn’t give up on him. Neither did his brothers. Neither did you.

Crosshair pressed his lips to your forehead, shifting himself closer to you, to feel your body fully against his.

You wrapped your arms around him, uttering something before nuzzling into his chest, quickly falling back to sleep.

Crosshair closed his eyes, focusing on both of your breathing. Crosshair felt himself slipping into a dream, a pleasant one filled with your warmth. His last thought before succumbing to sleep was maybe he did deserve this. Maybe it was time to forgive himself.

But that could wait until later. Right now, he just wanted to be held by you.

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[cameronspecial]

dad!drew , coming home from the hospital after giving birth and bring the baby home , and the first night with the baby !

Their Own Little Party

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

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“You know you could’ve driven faster,” Y/N comments, tossing the strap of the diaper bag over her shoulder. Drew peeks into the car seat where his sleeping daughter is and smiles. He unbuckles the seat, taking her out gently. His head moves like a dog shaking off water, “Are you crazy? I had two precious cargoes in the back. I wasn’t going to go any faster than that.” She giggles and goes to his side. “I feel like you could’ve done that without driving so slow. I mean, Baby, even that little old lady flipped you off,” she notes, opening the front door for him and switching the lights on. He sets the car seat down and drops to the floor to start taking Mila out of her car seat, “She was mean.” Y/N watches as he picks up their daughter. “This is your home, Pumpkin. We are now in the front entryway, where I’m going to teach you how to tie your shoes and put on your jacket in that funny way kids do,” he whispers the next part. “After I figure out how to do that.” “Are you going to do this for every room?” she questions. Y/N finds it adorable, but giving birth and worrying about being a mom has really drained her. All she wants to do is get to bed and she knows Drew is going to take forever with his tour. He can read her like fortune-telling tea, “Why don’t you go sleep? I can handle putting her to bed tonight.” 

“Really? But we need to parent together and this is her first day home.”

“I’m not going to stop you from missing out on this milestone if you want to help. However, I hope you know that even though she is only a few days old, I do feel like we are doing this parenting thing together. We don’t need to do everything together for us to be doing this together. Sometimes we’ll just need to take turns.”

It would be nice to go through this milestone with Mila, except Y/N has already gone through a nighttime routine with Mila during their time at the hospital and she would much rather sleep than experience the same routine in a new setting. Relief spreads across her and she steps onto her tippy toes to kiss him. “Thank you so much, I love you.”

———

Crying comes from the baby monitor and Y/N is about to get up to care for the child in need, yet the wails stop and this gets her running out of the room. She hears the floorboards creak and a male voice she recognizes comes from Mila’s room.

"Au clair de la lune,

Mon ami Pierrot,

Prête-moi ta plume

Pour écrire un mot.”

She peeks into the room to find Drew holding Mila, who is only wearing a diaper, against his bare chest. He is quietly singing into her ear and swaying in the spot where he stands. Y/N steps forward, the floorboard announcing her entrance. He freezes and turns towards his wife. “Hey, you should be asleep,” he whispers, walking close to her. She wraps her arms around his waist from the front and nuzzles her head beside Mila’s, “I was and then this little one got fussy. It seems like I was missing the party though. I must say that it is very rude of you not to invite me.” He chuckles. “I’m sorry, your invitation must have gotten lost in the mail,” he jokes. The two of them don’t exchange any other words; instead, they spend the night cuddling in their own little party with their little family. 

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[id-oce]

stare at the wife want to kill her

[charlesslut16]

-lovers-

here are the other parts : (1) , (2) 

summary : after the kiss you and charles talk about what is between the two of you...

PAIRING : charles leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS : badly translated french

note : wrote this, while watching the monaco gp qualifying. Sorry if there are mistakes

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You stepped away from charles, so your lips couldn't touch anymore. You looked at his face, his eyes, with confusion. What was happening ? Just as you wanted to say something, he interrupted you.

"Y/n I need you to love me, like I love you. I need you to hold on to me, like I hold on to you. I need you to need me. Because this would mean, you can't see the possibility without me. Just like I do with you. "

Speechless. That was what you were. You didn't know what was happening. Just three weeks ago you hated each other, well you didn't hate him, you just thought he hated you. But you were so wrong.

You wanted to say something again, but he put his finder on your lip to silence you.

"You have no idea how far I would go for you, ma jolie fille." charles said, putting a wet piece of your hair behind your ear. My pretty girl.

"Je te donnerais la lune et les étoiles et tout un putain d’univers, si cela signifiait que tu es la femme la plus heureuse du monde." I would give you the moon and the stars and a whole fucking universe, if it would mean you are the happiest woman alive.

In the sky, the clouds started clearing up, as your mind cleared up too, which left you with only one question in your mind. You were stunned. The words charles said, and your heart jumped in your chest.

"You taste like the sweetest drug, mon couer. Like my dearrest addiction" charles growled. "created only for me."

Your breathing started going faster, as you heard his words. Your pulse beating faster by every second that passed. Maybe he was your drug, that you couldn't have enough of.

"God. I can't get enough of you." He rasped. "Everyone says drugs are your death, tell me why I feel so alive when I see you or when I'm with you."

"I... I don't know what to say." you stuttered. "Only that..." you swallowed, took a deep breath and continued. "I think I should go."

Charles bent down to your neck and groaned, as you said that. "You're it for me, baby. It's okay if you're not ready for me yet. Je t’attendrai pour l’éternité s’il le faut, mon coeur." I will wait for you for eternity if I must, my heart. 

"I will wait a lifetime for you if I must." Charles lifted his head to look into your eyes. In them was, confusion, love and most of all, adoration. Then he whispered. "You are worth all the waiting."

At that moment, Charles thought, that was the end. That you had made up your mind and that you didn't want him or the relationship. But then you kissed him. 

You moaned in his mouth when charles pulled you even closer to him.

 "À partir de maintenant, je ne te laisse jamais partir. Jamais. Aujourd’hui, j’ai vu que tu es la seule chose dont j’ai besoin. La course est importante pour moi, mais vous êtes aussi important que la course." From now on, I'm never letting you go. Never. Today made me see that you are the only thing that I need. Racing is important to me, but you are as important, as racing.

You stepped away from his, to say. "Alors, tu vas me demander d’être ta petite amie ou quoi?" Charles chuckled at your aswer, pulling you close to him, pulling your chin up, so you could look at him. So, are you going to ask me to be your girlfriend or what?

"Y/n, mon coeur. Est-ce que tu me donnes l’honneur et que tu es ma petite amie ? " Y/n, my heart. Do you give me the honor and be my girlfriend? 

"I'm not sure. Let me think about it" you answered with a small smirk on your lip, as you saw charles jaw drop.

"oui. I will be your girlfriend, charlie"

Charles composted himself, putted on hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, cradling in the process. You looked in his eyes, seeing happiness. And he looked in yours and saw adoration.

That's when Charles realized, he would do everything for you. No matter the consequences.

[v1model]

boy what the heyl boy

[labrat-heart-emoji]

commission done for @tempestvista

two v4v in as many days for u guys what a treat

[mandos-mind-trick]

Going For A Ride

Summary: You ride Gregor's face. That's it. That's the plot.

Pairing: Gregor x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, oral, face-sitting, flirting

A/N: Apparently I should write more when I'm sick. Wrote this last night in a fugue state. Apologies if it's rough. Figured everyone could use a little Gregor love.

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His hands grab hold of your ass, squeezing hard enough to draw a sound from your lips where they're pressed against his. He pulls you closer against him, the very prominent bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach.

"Kriff." You gasp, carding your fingers through his hair. "You're so hard, baby."

He lets out a quiet giggle, kissing the corner of your lips. "Can't help it with you looking like that, mesh'la."

A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. "Such a charmer."

"Only for you." He leans back down, pressing his lips to yours. 

His tongue drags across your bottom lip and you open your mouth for him, pulling him closer to you. His hands guide your hips to grind against him, and you swallow the small moans that leave his throat. 

"Kriff." He breathes, pulling away from your lips as he delivers a playful smack to your ass. "I want you to sit on my face."

You blink up at him before nodding slowly. "Okay."

He pulls away to tug off his shirt as you strip out of your own clothes, ignoring the way your panties stick to your slick folds. Gregor lays down on the bed, situating himself comfortably against the pillows. 

You kneel on the end of the bed, slowly crawling up to his head. You don't miss the way he gulps, throat bobbing with the action. His hands grip your thighs as soon as you're close enough, tugging you to hover over his face. 

You stay like that, hovering just above his mouth. He presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh, nipping gently at the sensitive skin. 

His hands close around your hips, tugging you downward, but you stop him. "What's wrong?" He asks, looking up at you. 

"I don't want to hurt you." You say, leaning back slightly to see his eyes. 

He smiles at you, his hands sliding down to grab handfuls of your thighs. "Oh mesh'la, you're not going to hurt me."

"But...what if I...smother you?" 

He uses his strength to tug you closer, pressing a kiss to your clit. "Then I will die a happy man." 

You let him pull you down completely, his lips closing around your clit. You let out a gasp, hands gripping the headboard for support as he suckles at your clit.

"Gregor!" You gasp as he sucks hard, toes curling. 

He lets out a hum, the sound vibrating right through your clit. You can practically feel his smirk as you gasp, reaching down to tangle a hand in his hair. You grind against his mouth, shifting your hips up until your clit bumps his nose. He moans against your pussy, lapping at your folds as you grind against his face. 

"Kriff, Gregor, feels so good." You pant, legs shaking from the exertion and the feeling of his mouth on you. 

His hands squeeze your thighs, eyes closed in bliss as you soak his face with your juices. You're close, moaning and babbling as you get nearer to your orgasm. 

His tongue prods your entrance, slipping inside as you continue to ride his face, thrusting in and out of you at the movement. You groan at the sensation, hand tightening in his hair as you grind hard against his mouth. 

You cum with a cry, legs shaking as you fight to hold yourself up. His tongue drags through your folds tasting your release and licking you clean. 

You push yourself back to sit on his chest as you come down from your high, his touch beginning to overstimulate you. He looks thoroughly fucked with his face shining with your juices and you haven't even touched him yet. He licks his lips, giving you a wicked grin as a quiet giggle rumbles through his chest. 

You're in for a long night. 

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